Mick Jagger // One Shots

002: Emotional Rescue

y/n is dating Mick and becomes jealous when one of Mick's fans starts to flirt with him after a show.

"Goodnight, everybody! Thank you!" Mick yells into his microphone and waves to the crowd before walking off the stage to meet you. He wasn't wearing a shirt and you could see the sweat that covered his body. But that didn't stop you from walking straight into his arms, which were held out and waiting for you.

"How'd I do? Did I impress my lovely girlfriend?" Mick questions. He lifts you up and holds you with one hand on your back and the other under your bum.

You keep your arms wrapped his neck and rest your head on his shoulders. "Mhm," you hum. "You always do." Mick has been your boyfriend for the past four years, and you still find yourself in awe with him with each performance. The amount of energy he brings to the stage each night was unimaginable—you could watch him on stage forever.

This is how it always was. Mick plays his show. You watched. Mick finishes up. You congratulate him and spend the rest of the night with him. And this is exactly how you like it.

He kisses your cheek and then pulls you slightly away from his body. "I've got to meet some fans outside tonight. They don't like when I got running off with you every night." He winks at you as he spoke, allowing the memory of sleeping together last night to come rushing back into your head. "Wish I could, though. If it was up to me, you'd be out of those clothes already." He gazes down your body with the faintest of smirks, admiring how your skin tight shirt shaped around your curves.

His eyes eventually make their way back up to your face and he smiles a cheesy smile, probably satisfied with the noticeable pink tint on your cheeks. "Well, if that's what you want..." your thought trails off while you bring one hand up to his face, brushing his damp hair from his face. You now have your own smirk on your face as you see him purse his lips. Obviously, he wanted you right now just as much as you wanted him.

Mick shakes his head. "It'll have to wait. C'mon out with me. I'll try to not be long," he tells me and puts you down back on your own two feet.

You pout your lips at him. "Fine," you comply. "This is what I get for dating the lead singer of the best rock band ever, huh?" Sarcasm was laced in your voice. You didn't actually mind waiting for Mick to meet his fans. It is part of his job, after all. And he is always so happy to speak with the people who came to his shows. You love seeing him with a smile on his face.

"Exactly right, y/n." He holds out his hand for you to grab, and you accept. His big hand gently squeezes your smaller one and you start to walk with him across the stage, which is filled with the band's stage crew as they clear everything off.

Mick hops down from the six-foot-high stage without thinking twice before turning around to face you, who was still standing on the edge, nervous as could be. Heights were never your thing. "I'll catch you, don't worry," he comforts you, letting out a chuckle.

You nod your head and sit down on the edge of the stage. Mick has his arms out, ready to catch you. You shut your eyes tight and push yourself off, letting out a high pitched squeal as you fell for only a second before he catches you.

"Oh, you're so dramatic, princess," Mick laughs at you, but he really did love seeing you fall into his arms. And he especially loved that you trusted him enough to do do.

You hop out of his hold and grab his hand again. "Take that back. Right now, Mick."

He pecks your nose a couple times. And then your lips. He didn't want to stop, but he did, knowing if he went any further he wouldn't be able to hold back. "I will when you stop being dramatic," he tells you.