Mickey and Ian's love story but Mickey's genderswapped.
Their full love story, I might add. From Season 1 to Season 11. So spoilers ahead!
This will have anything to do with Mickey, Ian, Lip or Mandy. I know that Gallavich is Mickey and Ian related...
"Take it, you dirty convict." Ian grunts as he thrusts into Malia, who was moaning underneath him.
"Thought you weren't gonna fuck me until I got a real job, huh?" Malia says through moans, her nails digging into Ian's biceps.
"Got my eyes closed, pretending you're a comic book character." Ian replies as he wraps his hand around Malia's throat.
"Which one?" Malia asks.
"Uh, Catwoman." Ian replies.
"Fuck you. I'm totally Harley Quinn." Malia says, flipping them over and bouncing on Ian's length. "Call me Harley, you comic-loving slut."
Ian's hands go to Malia's hips, guiding her into a rhythm, "Not a chance." Ian grunts.
Malia growls and bends down to Ian's level, connecting eyes with him. "Come on, baby." She coos, "Call me Harley. I know you want to."
Malia grinds on Ian's length in a slow, rotating motion. Ian throws his head back in ecstasy, letting out a deep groan.
"Come on, be a good little bitch." Those words made Ian's eyes snap open as he stops Malia from moving.
"I'm not your bitch." Ian says.
"Well, when I bottom, I power-bottom. So even then, you're totally my bitch." Malia replies.
"And we're done." Ian sighs as he rolls Malia off of him before getting up from the bed.
"Where you going?" Malia asks, annoyed.
"To whack off in the shower." Ian replies as he walks towards the bathroom.
Malia scoffs and rolls her eyes, "Alright, well, you know, I guess I'll just drill the fuck outta my hand too. Color it orange, call it Ian." She huffs, not feeling the mood anymore before getting dressed.
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"Hey. Who do you guys think is the man in our relationship?" Malia asks as she walks into the kitchen, seeing everyone at the table.
"Ian." Liam and Carl say, making Malia flip them off.
"Yeah, Neanderthal. There's no man in our relationship." Ian says, "But if there was, it'd be me."
"Alright, well who's on top?" Carl asks.
"I am." "Irrelavant."
"And my dick's long." Ian adds.
"I stretch out which is the only metric that matters." Malia says, putting her hands on her hips, "Look at him. He's too pretty to be the man."
"I'm pretty?" Ian scoffs, "Says the one wearing panties, showing off her smooth body everywhere."
"You like sticking it up my pussy, so what's that say about you?" Malia asks, lightly shoving Ian. He pushes back as the door opens.
