You just wouldn't quit coming back.

From following him secretly to surprising him in his room, you just wouldn't quit. He screwed you one time and it seemed to have left a taste in your mouth you couldn't get enough of.

He always gave you what you came for, even if it was bad or not, he did it. In fact, he didn't care that much that you liked him so much, and you didn't seem to care that he fooled around with others just as long as you got your piece of him too.

Mickey had gone to run some errands, so he wouldn't be back for a while. You had, once again, managed to get into his room and made yourself comfortable on his bed.

About an hour passed and the door jiggled as a key had been entered, unlocking it. He saw you on his bed when he opened the door, a grin crawling into his face. "Of course, I was expecting you to be here," he said as he walked in, closing and locking the door behind him.