#lipgallagherbrainrot

[andiberzatto]

SUMMARY: Lip starts to let himself be serious and domesticated with a girl.

she wakes up in the morning, the light shining on her face because Lip has a broken curtain rod.

She watches him sleep peacefully next to her. He's shirtless, the blankets pooled around his waist. His apartment is messy - clothes strewn about, empty beer bottles on the counter, a broken curtain rod letting the sun shine in unrestricted. He sleeps like a dead man, all spread out.

she gently sits up wincing at the sunlight.

He stirs, his arm instinctively reaching out to pull her back down. He mumbles something in his sleep, his hand settling on her hip possessively. "Baby... stay..." He buries his face in the pillow, still half asleep.

she stays seated in the bed “l'm here.” she mumbles.

He finally cracks an eye open, realizing she's awake. A lazy grin spreads across his face as he stretches, showing off his toned chest and abs. The blanket slips lower. "Morning." He reaches up, gently running his fingers through her messy hair. "You comfy?"

she nods “yeah... your curtain rod broke?” she says it like a statement more than a question. she hadn't really noticed these things before.

He winces a little at that, running a hand through his messy hair. "Yeah... been meaning to fix that shit." He props himself up on one elbow, studying her face. "Why, is the sun hurting your pretty eyes?"

“it's definitely a rude wake up” she laughs softly, looking at him taking in the way he looks first thing in the morning. she's never actually stayed the night before now. now that they are more serious.

He catches her checking him out and smirks, intentionally flexing his abs a bit more. He props himself up higher, the blankets falling dangerously low. "You know... you're the first girl I've ever let spend the night. You like what you see?" He winks playfully

she smiles “yeah baby.” the nickname rolls off her tongue

He smirks wider at the nickname, clearly pleased. Leaning in close, he murmurs,"Keep calling me baby like that and I might just keep you naked in this bed all fuckin' day." His hand sneaks under the covers to teasingly brush against her thigh.

she giggles softly “you're not much of a mornin person lip”

"Fuck no I ain't." He runs his fingers through his messy hair again, making it stick up even more. "Coffee or sex - take your pick on what makes me functional before ten AM." He leans in closer, nuzzling her neck. "Or both..."

she smiles “my slick on your chin wakes you up pretty good..”

He chuckles, his lips brushing against her skin as he speaks. "Yeah, that's a great way to wake me up. Slick on my chin, coffee in my hand... fuck, you're perfect." He presses a soft kiss to her neck. "Now, coffee or sex?"

“Taste me first then coffee?” She asks hopefully.

He grins mischievously at her request."Fuck yeah, baby. I can get behind that." He throws the covers off and moves down her body, settling between her legs. He looks up at her with a smirk.

her hand claims purchase in his curls like always. it's the only way he knows he's doing good

He winks at her before burying his face between her thighs, his hands gripping her legs possessively. He can feel her fingers carding through his curls, pulling gently to encourage him. He loves that she always touches his hair like that, it's become their little thing.

"Mmhmm.." He hums against her pussy, making her buck her hips. He spreads her thighs wider apart, feasting on her like it's his job. His favorite morning activity. He reaches down to palm his growing erection, he's hard again already. "Baby...You always taste so sweet in the mornings..." He nuzzles her thighs, inhaling her scent deeply. "Think we can do this every morning?" He looks up at her with messy curls and swollen lips, his chin glistening with her slick.

He gives her one last long, slow lick before kissing his way back up her body, leaving a trail of kisses along her stomach. "Best fuckin' wake-up call ever," he murmurs against her neck, catching her earlobe between his teeth. “Coffee time?”

she smiles “you lay in bed I'll start the coffee”

"Mmhmm." He watches her naked body walk around his apartment. He loves that she's comfortable being naked around him. He throws an arm behind his head, admiring the view. "You know you have a perfect ass, right?" He calls out, making her laugh.

she laughs softly as the coffee starts to brew “2 sugar splash of cream is how I take mine, you want any in yours?”

He shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Black coffee is fine for me." He chuckles, watching her move around his kitchen. It's surprisingly domestic, a naked woman making him coffee. He likes it too damn much. "Bring that shit over here, will ya?"

she giggles and walks to the bed with their mugs, handing him his black coffee before sipping her light colored sweeter coffee.

He takes a long sip of his coffee, Watching her over the rim of his mug.Setting it down, he leans back against the headboard, patting the space beside him. "Come here, you."

He grabs her mug, placing both on the nightstand before pulling her into his lap. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close. "Just wanna sit here with you for a bit, baby. No talking, no nothing.Just us, coffee, and the morning." He nuzzles his face into her hair, inhaling her scent. "You good with that?"

He holds her silently for a few minutes, just enjoying the closeness. His hand absently strokes her thigh, a comforting gesture rather than a sexual one. He glances at the clock and chuckles softly."Fuck... it's almost eleven."

“you got something you gotta do?” she asks softly.

"Nope." He tightens his arms around her waist. "Just thought it was late. Sundays are lazy days. No plans." He nuzzles her neck, then freezes suddenly, pulling back slightly to look at her face. "You busy today?" He asks carefully.

she nods “around late afternoon, is that okay?”

"Yeah, of course." He kisses her neck softly. "What'cha got goin' on? Girl shit?" He asks casually, knowing it's none of his business but curious. "Need help with anything?" His fingers trace patterns on her thigh absentmindedly.

"Like maybe..."

she smiles waiting for him to finish

“...like maybe I can pick you up and bring you back here afterwards?" He suggests, hoping she'll say yes. He doesn't like the idea of her leaving his side, even if it's just for a few hours. "Or I could just come with you, depending on what it is."

she nods “I gotta meet with some friends for a late brunch and then get nails done.” she's not much of a girlie girl so the nails part surprises him

He raises an eyebrow at the nails part, finding it oddly charming. "Nails, huh?"

He chuckles. "You're turnin' into a regular princess, ain't ya?" He teases, kissing her forehead. "I'll pick you up at, say, two?"

she smiles “it's that nail place off Olive. the Pink Polish. and for the record I'm only getting my toes done. so I'm not exactly becoming a princess. I'm just doin it to make my friends happy”

He nods, remembering the nail place.

"Got it, pink polish off Olive, toenails only." He grins sarcastically. "Just doing it for the friends, right? Not for your sexy boyfriend who appreciates pretty toes?" He squeezes her thigh playfully.

she scrunches her face “please tell me you don't have a foot fetish and you're joking”

He throws his head back laughing."Jesus, baby, your face.." He runs his fingers through his messy hair, still laughing. "No, absolutely no foot fetish. Just fuckin' with you." He kisses her nose.

she smiles “thank god you're joking. I gotta leave around 12:30. hope that's okay. I'll cuddle til I gotta go”

"12:30 it is." He pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her. "Cuddles till then sound like a plan." He nuzzles her neck, breathing in her scent. "You gonna wear a dress or something girly for your princess friends?"

she laughs “mmm no. jeans and a shirt like a normal person”

He chuckles, nodding approvingly."Fuck yeah, that's my girl. Ain't about to prance around in a fucking sundress just to impress your little friends." He squeezes her thigh affectionately, "Jeans and a shirt it is. Come here."

He kisses her back deeply, his hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair.He pulls her closer, parting her lips with his tongue. The kiss is slow, lazy, and full of unspoken feelings. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against hers. "Love you, princess,"

“oh please don't call me princess” she blurts, ruining the moment slightly.

He laughs softly, capturing her mouth again. He pulls back and grins mischievously. "What if I call you 'baby' instead?" He asks, knowing she likes that one. His fingers absently stroke her back. "Or 'love'? 'Sweetheart'?"

“anything but princess.” She replies.

He smirks, nodding. "Got it, baby girl. Good girl, angel, love, sweetheart. No fucking princess bullshit." He kisses her neck gently. "Now come lay with me, Gonna cuddle you till you gotta go."

she snuggles into him til she's gotta get up she just slides on her jeans and keeps his tshirt on “cool if I just wear your shirt?”

"Hell fucking yes." He watches her dress, admiring how his shirt hangs on her frame, exposing enough of her shoulders to make him want to kiss them. "Looks a fuck-ton better on you anyway." He stretches slightly as she moves around.

she smiles softly looking at him lazily stretched on his bed shirtless “pick me up around 2:30 at the nail place, you can take me back here.” she says softly, hoping he agrees.

"Deal." He throws an arm over his eyes, soaking in the sunlight filtering through the window. He'll set an alarm on his phone to remind himself to pick her up.

He likes how she looks in his shirt, like she belongs there.

she leans down and kisses the arm that covers his eyes “can I get a real kiss goodbye or are you gonna pout that I gotta leave?”

He smiles, lowering his arm to reveal his face. "I'll give you a real kiss, baby." He wraps his arms around her, pulling her down for a deep, slow kiss. When he pulls back, he brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. "Love you."

she smiles “love you too.” she walks to grab her bag and sling it over his shoulder “2:30. set a reminder” she calls out.

He sets the alarm on his phone. He watches her leave, already looking forward to picking her up later.

she has a good time at brunch with her friends and gets her pedicure and stands outside the nail place, waiting for Lip. it's 2:30 on the dot.

His truck pulls up outside the nail place precisely at 2:30. He can see her standing outside, wearing his shirt, and it makes him smile. He gets out, adjusting his belt and walking around the truck with swagger. "Baby," he calls out, opening the passenger door.

she smiles and walks towards the truck kissing him before getting in.

He returns the kiss briefly before she gets in, then rounds the truck to get in the driver's side. He starts the engine, putting on a casual playlist he knows she likes. "Comfortable?" He asks, glancing at her as he pulls out of the parking lot.

she nods, noticing the music choice but doesn't say anything. Lip has started to integrate her music in with his, she notice one day he made a playlist of songs they both like with a white heart as the playlist name. he's nonchalant even in the relationship about cutesty things and he will deny it and say it's just a playlist but she knows it's his way of showing that he cares.

As they drive, he reaches over and takes her hand, intertwining their fingers. It's a small gesture, but one that feels natural and comfortable. He brings their hands up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before resting their hands on his thigh.

she smiles “thank you for driving me back”

"No problem, baby. It's really not that far." He unconsciously squeezes her hand. He likes how easy this is, no pressure, no games. He can be himself. "You hungry?" He asks suddenly.

she nods “I could eat a snack at your place. we don't gotta grab food.”

"Cool." He drives with one hand, keeping hold of hers with the other. His mood is unusually mellow today - no cursing, no smartass remarks. "How was brunch and all that girly shit?"

she nods “same old. they asked about you. Kelly is getting married and wants to know if you and I are serious enough to give me a plus one or not… she asked if you'd wanna be invited to all the wedding bullshit. I told her l'd ask you.”

He chuckles, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. "Tell Kelly I'll go to the wedding, but I'm not doing no bachelor party bullshit." He pulls into the driveway of his house, putting the truck in park.

she nods “ I figured that much. her fiancé is a bit of a dumbass.”

He turns off the engine and looks at her, his expression softening. "Yeah, he is. But Kelly seems happy with him, so that's all that matters, right?" He opens his door, getting out to come around and open hers. "Come on, let's get inside.”

She nods and steps out and they continue to talk about Kelly and her friends “I mean are you sure you wanna go to the wedding bullshit? I mean you got work and stuff too. I can just say you're workin that day and go by myself”

He unlocks the front door, holding it open for her to enter first. As she walks by, he wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. "Nah, I wanna go with you, baby. I'll take this weekend off."

she nods “you know you don't have to go to show you're a good boyfriend”

He laughs softly, smacking her butt before letting her go. "I know that. Jesus. You're not putting pressure on me to go, are you?" He calls out as she heads towards the kitchen. He watches her ass move in his shirt, unconsciously licking his lips.

“Yeah, I'm giving you an out and you're not taking it.” she laughs.

He grabs a beer from the fridge, popping the cap off and leaning against the counter. "Maybe I actually wanna go. Ever think of that? Spend a day in a suit, watch you drink champagne, slow dance with the hottest chick in the room... which is…you."

she smiles softly, at how considerate he's being “really.. ?” She says softly

He tilts his beer back, taking a long swig before answering. "Yeah, really. Now come here and give me a kiss before I change my mind and lock you in the bedroom for the rest of the weekend." He smirks at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

she giggles “I had Kelly send you an invite so you'll get a copy of it.”

He nods, setting his beer down on the counter with a soft thud. "Cool. I'll actually show up to this one." He pushes off the counter, walking towards her with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Now, about that kiss..."

He pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming down to her backside possessively. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers."Mm, now I really don't wanna leave the house for the wedding."

“good thing the wedding shit isn't til this weekend.” She replies.

He nips at her bottom lip playfully "Fuck, don't remind me. I gotta wear a fuckin' suit..." His hands slide under her shirt, caressing the skin at the small of her back "But you know what? As long as I get to dance with you..."

she smiles “you get to see me in a dress. it'll be the highlight of your night”

His eyes darken slightly, his mind going straight to the gutter. "Shit yeah. What color's your dress?" He asks softly, unconsciously spreading his legs wider to accommodate her hips between them. His hands slide up her back slowly.

she kisses him more “it's like a sage green color. we can get you a tie that matches? you wanna be that couple? or get you a green shirt to match and you can say fuck a tie”

He runs his fingers through her hair, keeping their lips inches apart "Green shirt. Fuck ties." He presses another kiss to her lips "And you look fuckin' gorgeous in green. Especially when it makes your eyes look that shade." His hands start drifting lower on her back

she smiles “did i mention the dress is backless?”

His eyes widen slightly, his mind filled with images of her in the dress.

"Backless?" He swallows hard, his voice dropping lower. "Like, completely?" He pulls her closer, his hands splaying out on her lower back possessively.

“mhmm down to my lower back.” she grabs his hand and places it where the skirt of the dress would start, “that's how backless it’ll be.”

His breath catches in his throat as he feels where her bare skin meets fabric.

His fingers trace the line experimentally, his other hand sliding up to her neck

"Holy fuck..." He pulls her even closer, pressing against her "Baby, l'm gonna need a cold shower before this wedding..."

she smiles and kisses him “I picked you up a dress shirt in the green color. I just need to make sure it fits you. and will you do your curls. I like it when you actually care for em.”

His shoulders relax slightly, liking that she cares about his appearance. He smirks slightly "Yeah, I'll do the curl shit. You know i like when it's all messy but if you want I’ll put some effort in." He unbuttons his jeans softly "And the shirt will probably fit. You're good with sizes."

she nods and hands him the slacks to try on “these are a shorter inseam. you're like 5’7 right?”

He chuckles, taking the slacks from her. "Yeah, I'm a short guy. 5'7" He steps into the pants, pulling them up his legs. They fit perfectly, hugging his thighs and calves just right. "You got the measurements spot on, babe."

she nods and hands him the shirt “I opted for a medium. hope that's okay?”

He takes the shirt, unbuttoning his current one "Medium's perfect actually. Most stores think I wear small 'cause of my height, but no..." He pulls the new shirt on, sliding the sleeves up to show off his forearms "How does it look?"

she smiles “handsome baby. roll the sleeves don't slide em. keeps the dress shirt less wrinkly”

He shoots her that signature Lip smirk "Yes ma'am." He rolls the sleeves exactly as she instructed "Now come here and kiss your fuckin' handsome boyfriend." He tugs her closer by the hem of the oversized shirt she's wearing.

she kisses him.

He wraps his arms around her, holding her close as he deepens the kiss. When they break apart, he rests his forehead against hers, smiling softly "I'm really looking forward to this weekend. Just you and me, all dressed up, dancing... fuckin' romantic."

she smiles “thank you for being a good sport about everything. weddings aren't exactly everyone's vibe. and I know there's an open bar. but don't go crazy... you have people to meet for the first time and I don't want them to meet drunk lip before they meet sober lip”

He laughs softly, running his fingers through her hair "I promise I'll behave. I'll have a few drinks, mingle, meet your friends... But I draw the line at dancing with anyone but you."

She smiles taking a look at him all dressed up. “You look good baby, this is just the trial run to make sure everything fits before the day of. You can take it all off now.”

Lip takes off the dress shirt and slacks and pulls her onto the bed to cuddle and relax for the rest of the day.

[andiberzatto]

SUMMARY: Lip comes home from work and needs her. (Previously established relationship, living together, dominant and submissive, use or “good girl”…etc)

Lip comes home from work and in a matter of seconds is stripping in the living room and walking to their shared bedroom. He quickly shucks off his pants and boxers as he stands in the doorway, stroking his hard cock a few times.

Y/n smiles and bites her lip “mmm come here” she’s on their bed in just lips t-shirt and no panties.

He crawls up her body, settling between her thighs. He looks down at her with soft eyes, even as his cock is hard and leaking against her. "I love you," He says quietly, lining himself up with her entrance. "I fucking love you so much."

He breaks the kiss to whisper "all mine" against her lips before sliding inside her slowly. He always takes his time, even though he's dying to pound into her. He likes to see her face, to watch her eyes roll back as he fills her up.

she whines as he fills her up, bottoming out making them both groan even if it’s their 100th time fucking. it never gets old.

He bottoms out inside her, hitting her cervix. He stays there for a moment, letting her get used to his size again. He loves how she always whines and tries to pull him deeper. "Look at me," He murmurs, his voice hoarse. "Always look at me."

she pants and looks up at him softly “mmm my pretty boy”

He chuckles lowly, loving the nickname. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in, setting a steady, deep rhythm. Each thrust makes his abs flex perfectly, his tattoos glinting under the bedroom lights. He leans down, capturing her nipple between his teeth playfully.

He sucks and bites at her breast as he continues to fill her up completely. He can feel her getting close already, her nails digging into his back. He loves the way she marks him up during sex, claiming him as hers just as much as he claims her. "You like that?"

He smiles against her skin, his breath hot on her chest. He releases her nipple with a pop, sitting up to grab her legs and wrap them around his waist. This new angle allows him to hit even deeper, his cock grinding against her G-spot with every thrust. "Fuck, baby."

she smiles and bites his bottom lip tugging it down a bit

He bites her lip back playfully, then sucks it into his mouth. He starts pounding into her harder, their skin slapping together loudly in the silence.

He loves how unashamedly loud she gets during sex. One hand grips her hip forcefully, the other digs into her hair possessively. "My girl is such a fucking good girl." Each word punctuated with a thrust.

she gasps, the phrase alone is enough to almost make her cum. She loves how needy and possessive he is.

He feels her cum hard around his cock, squeezing him tightly. Her loud moan and the clench of her pussy send him over the edge too. "Fuuck! Love how quick you cum for me." He buries himself deep, releasing inside her with a groan.

she pants “didn’t think I found that good girl shit hot til you said it…”

"You like that?" He pulls out slowly, watching as his semen leaks out slightly. He pushes back in softly, making her moan again. He loves discovering new things she likes. "Do you wanna be my good girl?" He asks softly, almost teasingly.

she blushes “guess so..”

He pulls almost all the way out, then slides back in slowly, maintaining eye contact. "You guess so?" His voice drops lower, more commanding. He knows exactly what he's doing to her. "Spread your legs wider, baby."

"There's my good girl." He praises softly as she complies, his hands gripping her thighs possessively. He starts thrusting shallowly, hitting her in a different spot that makes her whine. "You like that? You like bein' my good girl and doin' what I say?"

He smirks, loving her obedient submission. He leans down, his lips brushing against hers as he whispers, "Then cum again for me, sweet girl. Show me how much you fuckin' love it." His thrusts pick up speed, angled perfectly to stimulate her clit with every movement.

"Look at you, bein' such a good girl and takin' me so well." He purrs, his voice low and encouraging. He can feel her getting closer already. He sits back up, wrapping her legs around his waist again and pulling her into a sitting position on his lap.

she rides him bouncing without him having to tell her to.

"Just like that, baby. Fuck, you look so pretty ridin' my cock." He grips her ass tightly, guiding her movement and helping her bounce faster. He kisses and sucks gently at her neck.

she whines and nods “oh fuck.. I’m close… is that okay?” before she would cum without asking but that was before he started adding in the good girls and the praise.

“Fuck yes it is, baby. You're always allowed to cum whenever you want, especially when you're bein' such a good girl like this." He kisses her hard, swallowing her moans as he continues to thrust up into her. "Come on baby, Let go for me."

He wraps his arms around her possessively, keeping her close as she cums. He loves how sated she looks after sex. He pulls back slightly to watch her face. "Baby?" He asks softly. "Can I ask you something?" He says as she starts to come back down.

"Do you mind if I... treat you like a good girl more often?" He asks carefully. He loves making her obedient and sweet. "Like tell you you're doin' good, call you baby, make you wait for stuff..." He swallows hard, hoping she doesn't mind.

She nods, “yeah I kinda like it.”

He leans in, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss. "Good, 'cause I fuckin' love treating you like that." He rests his forehead against hers, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back.

He presses a kiss to the top of her head, feeling content and happy.