𝗠𝗼̈𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗖𝗿𝘂̈𝗲 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 🤍

💚 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗮𝘆 {𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘀}

Disclaimer: Sexual themes ahead.

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1986

Mick and I had been up rather early this morning for no particular reason, I just happened to wake up early, Mick then woke up about half an hour after me and decided to get up seems as he said he felt guilty sleeping while I couldn't.

So, we got up and went downstairs- Mick cooked breakfast and we ate watching MTV, where while watching 'Smokin' In The Boys Room' came on, where Mick went through the entire song hiding behind his hands, I just turned the song up and pulled his hands away from his face.

"Watch it, Mick! You look gorgeous!"

"Fuck off, you're blind." He laughs while shovelling baked beans into his mouth.

I roll my eyes. "I'm not the blind one"

"I will admit though I looked better than Vince, he looked like a hooker for that shoot" Mick said shrugging.

"Vinnie always looks like a hooker"

Mick grins and shrugs. "Yeah, can't argue with that"

I chuckle and go back to eating not wanting the food to get cold- we finished the food in relative silence just the TV sounding in the background- as soon as we were both finished I took the plates into the kitchen and washed them while Mick remained behind me leaning against the door frame a smirk glued to his face.

I turn to him as I felt his eyes move further down my back to my ass. "Do you mind? You gonna check me out or help me?"

"I'm fine with checking you out" Mick says unfazed.

"Asshole"

Mick pushed himself off the doorframe and walked over to me, spinning me to face him placing his hands firmly around my torso. "You should know me by now, I'm always an asshole but I'm your asshole"

"Yes. You are." I stated while passionately pressing my lips up against his.

Mick didn't argue against the action and soon took control of the situation forcing his tongue into my mouth making them rub against eachother causing us both both moan simultaneously.

I got too caught up in the moment so to stop this from progressing into anything more I pulled back and pushed Mick always from me softly.

"I need to finish washing up"

Mick pouts slightly crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh come on, you can't stop there. We were getting somewhere"

"That's exactly why I had to stop" I scoffed going back to the dishes and plates in the sink.

"Y/N... come onnn, please.." The man whines.

"No"

This still doesn't deter the guitarist as he snakes his arms once again around my torso be it slightly lower than before. Mick then forced his lips onto my neck gently kissing the skin, nibbling on my earlobe lightly at the same time.