#phillip gallagher smut

[thecapricunt1616]

Thinking about College Lip again, genuinely ever since @mouseymilkovich came on the scene I’ve been once again shameless obsessed (Thank you mouse🐁 we say in unison)

TLDR: Once again I haven’t been able to watch shameless in a moment - this is all from my memory & tik tok clips & edits I’ve been obsessively watching that I think lip acts. If it’s not perfectly canon, I’m sorry! Feedback is always greatly appreciated but try to keep it kindly constructive as I’m just a girl in the world already having a hard time and writing is my outlet so - I love feedback and constructive criticism but don’t just say something like “wow that part made me cringe” without adding how I should make it better or something. Sorry for rambling & thank you for listening if you did.

But I’m thinking how pissed he would be if you were good friends/fuck buddies, and he found out that a professor was being creepy with you

(Warnings for BTC: Creepy teachers (power imbalance), Mentions of sexual harassment, Angry!Lip, Drunk Lip )

Okay so I imagine you’re sitting in his dorm one day, talking about the weirdest things that have happened in college. Lip had told you he had fucked one of his professors but called it off, and you laughed -

“No fucking way!!! Professor Simmons literally held me back after class one day and told me if I wanted a better grade on my last essay I could suck his dick!” Shaking your head at the stupid memory and taking a swig of lukewarm beer he had given you hours ago.

“Wait- huh?” He asked, tone now much more serious. You just shrugged, smile fading a bit. Suddenly you felt almost…judged? By the way his lips curled into a bit of a frown when you said that, his brows knitting together in that classic Lip way, ever angry. You’d teased him that he reminded you of the ‘Anger Emotion’ from inside out that you’d taken him to see with Liam over spring break.

“I- I didn’t do it - like- ew!” You laughed nervously, eyes flicking to your lap, cheeks feeling suddenly hot, and your mouth feeling dry. “Hes…so gross- you thought I would like- do that?!” You asked defensively.

“No- what the fuck? Why the fuck would I be questioning you?! That motherfucker is- is married, Tink! And old as fuckin’ dirt!” His voice raises slightly to drive his point home. The use of that nickname, Tink, short for Tinkerbell. He had started calling you it after you wore a dark green mini skirt and brown turtleneck to class one day, the name was quite perfect for you considering your small stature and affinity for short skirts like the cartoon fairy.

You shrugged, picking at your nails and nibbling on the inside of your lip. “I didn’t let ‘em touch me- only you do that. “ you muttered, feeling embarrassed and small now that you felt as if you’d made him worry after you, like he didn’t think you could take care of yourself. He grabbed your chin, making you look at him - his glazed over eyes told you he’d already finished his 7th beer without even having to look at the nightstand.

“Good- cause if he did?” He said softly “I’d fuckin kill em” he assured you, brushing his thumb over your cheek, before pulling you to his chest and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

You sighed softly, nuzzling your face in his neck and inhaling the scent of his spicy cologne, and the stale smell of Marlboro cigarettes that stuck to his skin and clothes permanently. “M’sorry- didn’t mean to make you upset” you said gently, wrapping your leg around his frame and gently kissing his tanned skin, even though he was staunchly Irish - summer did the gallaghers well, maybe not Ian, or Debbie- or, Frannie… but the rest of them, sure.

“What did I say about the sorrys, kid?” He squeezes your ass firmly, before giving you a light spank that caused you to giggle a bit.

“Ok! Ok I’m not sorry, s-“ you stop yourself and he looks down at you with a smirk to which you scrunch your nose and smile big “soooooo not sorry “ you correct yourself and he chuckled, shaking his head and grabbing his beer, finishing it off.

The next time you heard from Lip was the following night, at 4 am. On an unknown number. You woke up in your dorm to your phone ringing and didn’t even bother looking at the name before sliding it to answer, knowing no one in their right mind that didn’t know you would call you so late. “Yeah?” You said groggily into the phone.

“Heyyyyy, Tinker” Lip said into the phone and that woke you up fully.

“Lip- what’s wrong?” You said concerned, knowing he would never be calling you so late unless he was in some kind of trouble.

“I uhhh” he slurred, obviously drunk. “I think I got myself expelled? Dunno…can you pick me up? Just go to my house- tell Fiona I’m locked up. I need 800- she’s gonna give it to you. Make sure you take Ian with you I don’t want you gettin robbed- tell er’ T’take it from the squirrel fund- been stockin’ it f’this shit just in case. ” he explained, of course breaking to hiccup drunkenly.

You quickly stood, pulling sweatpants over your spandex shorts and pulling a hoodie on. “What did you do?! Lip! What the hell how will I survive Trig without you!” You said worriedly, putting on your messenger bag quickly and holding tour pepper spray in one hand ready to pull as you rushed out the door.

“I dunno!! I’ll tutor you, Tink! Just come get me. M’stuck with this guy that smells like a fuckin sewer.” He groaned.

“Of course I’m coming! I’ll see you soon - don’t get yourself shanked!” You hung up, frustratedly beginning your walk to the L

You were shivering by the time you were pounding on the Gallaghers door, finally Fiona opens the door “WHAT?! WHAT WHAT WHAT!!!” She screamed on her way down the stairs, and when she opened the door to see you shivering there in a hoodie and sweatpants in the 30 degree fall weather her expression softened.

“What’s wrong with Lip?” She asked, pulling you inside and grabbing a blanket “Jesus- Tink! Your lips are nearly fuckin blue!” She wrapped you up, taking your trembling hands and pulling them to her lips, warming your icy fingers with her warm breath.

“He- he’s in jail? I think? He said s-something about a fund, squirrel fund? Bail is 800 and he said to- to take Ian so I don’t get robbed for it.” You stuttered due to your teeth chattering, and being catcalled and followed for 2 blocks on your walk to their house.

“Okay- yeah. Fuck. What did he say he did?” She tugs you to the kitchen, pulling an old Twinkie box from under the sink and pulling out a huge wad of cash, beginning to count out $800. Your eyes widened, shrugging and mouth dropping as she shoves it into an old IRS ‘OPEN IMMEDIATELY’ envelope before folding it in half and shoving it in her bra and screaming

“IANNNNNNNNN! IAN! GET UP!! YOUR BROTHER IS IN JAIL!”

You flinched a bit at her sudden outburst, and there is pounding footsteps down the stairs “what did he do?” The redhead asks and Fiona shrugs

“What the fuck did he do, Tink?!” Fiona asks again and you shrugged quickly, shaking your head confused

“He- he said he was gonna be expelled?! I don’t know- I- he just- he called and said to come here and that Ian could protect me- and- and he gets really angry I don’t want him to be angry if you come with us-“

She cuts you off and holds her hand up

“He’s not gonna take it out on you he fuckin knows me. Ian go tell Debbie to watch Liam. I need to find fucking pants” she muttered heading over to the large laundry pile on the kitchen floor and digging through it as Ian raced back upstairs to do what he had been instructed.

Fiona thankfully drove you 3 to the police station, thankful for a warm car instead of taking the late night train. When you got inside the station, she thankfully took over.

“Gallagher? Phillip- Lip- Lip Gallagher- here-“ she drops the envelope in the little box that went behind the window. The woman looks at the three of us, then the envelope, then the computer.

“Phillip?” She repeated, unenthused and Fiona nodded quickly. “That’ll be 800, I’m assuming -“ she picked up the crinkled, (slightly sweat damp envelope) that Fiona had tossed into the box “this-“ she holds it up by her bright red acrylic nails like it was diseased

“S’all there!” Fiona nods and smiles kindly, likely hoping her kind demeanor would cause the woman to take pity on us.

“Let me just- count this” the woman opened her drawer, pulling out a pair of black latex gloves and snapping them over her hands before pulling the envelope open and counting out the cash, popping it in the drawer and printing a ticket. “RON!!!” She screeched.

An overweight, brunette man is startled awake behind her sitting in a rolling chair and jumping slightly when he was called. “Huh?! I’m awake!” He barked defensively. Ian and I look at eachother, with a ‘are they fucking kidding?!’ Look

“Gallagher! Paid bail. Cut ‘em” she said and went back to scrolling on Facebook.

You followed the large man when he beckoned you all, back to a cell where Lip was curled up to himself on the bench, arms crossed over his tummy and head to his knees protectively while he dozed.

“GALLAGHER!” The man barks, causing Lip to jump with a startled snore. When he saw you his expression softened, jumping up and rushing to the bars, reaching for you. You gave him a hug as the oaf got the cell unlocked.

“Quit scarin’ me like this, Lip” you mumbled into his greasy cigarette stale curls.

You got Lip back to the Gallagher house, helping him up the stairs to his room and setting him on the bed. He was utterly exhausted, nearly so drunk he was passed out. So you went down to the kitchen, and made him a double pack of beef ramen and came back upstairs, giving it to him to eat and distract him while you tended to his wounds.

He nearly burnt a hole in his throat wolfing it down, hissing and trying to swat your hands away when you cleaned the beer bottle glass from the gash In his forehead. Through mumbles and coaxing kisses you’d found that he hunted down the same Professor Simmons that beckoned you for a blowie in turn for a better grade - and nearly beat him to death.

After he’d told his wife what he did- she begged him that if they didn’t press charges- she wouldn’t go to the police for the assault and Lip agreed. As awful as it was to have your somewhat situationship bleeding in front of you - it made your clit throb slightly that he went out of his way and nearly ruined his life in your honor. Like some kind of fucking knight in shining Armour.

The next morning, lip woke up to yet another throbbing headache, atop of a dislocated nose, and a nearly bitten through tongue that made him wince when he barely even swallowed. “Open” you beckon gently, already having been awake for hours, changing his bandages and ever-so carefully tending to his wounds.

He doesn’t even try to open his bruised black eye, not even caring to know what happened to him and weakly opens his mouth.

“You gotta learn when to call it quits, Gallagher” you said gently as you placed 3 extra strength Tylenol on his tongue and gave him a mouthful of water to swallow it down.

A/N P2: I know this isn’t my usual MO? I am sorry haha. I wanted to try writing something sweet and angsty. Sorry I just wanted to try something new! LMK if you liked it, xoxo- Capri ❤️

[supercoolhotgirl]

rice purity (pt 2) - lip gallagher

hey sexy people. here is a fun little surprise. thanks to abbi and izzie for motivating me.

NOTES: smut, lip x reader, fingering, teasing, piv sex, woo wooooo!!!!

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“can i kiss you?”

he was looking into my eyes with such intensity i thought i might burst into flames. i’m not entirely sure how i got the words out. “yes,”

it came out more of a whisper than a real word, but it was all he needed. his hand already on my cheek, i watched him smile inches from my face and then close his eyes. i followed suit, tilting my head ever so slightly to the right.

his lips pressed against mine slowly, and i could feel his breath on my tongue. i sifted my hands through his hair, tugging softly as he pulled back. “was that okay?”

i laughed.

“what? what’s so funny?” he looked genuinely concerned.

“feel my fucking heartbeat, lip,” i took his hand and put it against my bare chest, right above my heart. he watched me move his hand, a blush rising in his cheeks.

“jesus,” he said, his eyes meeting mine again. “if that’s all from one kiss…” he trailed off, a glint in his eye as a mischievous smile played on his face.

“shut up and kiss me again, gallagher.” i said, leaning back into him. this kiss was bigger, messier. more passionate. he was testing the bounds i supposed, seeing how far he could go until i told him to stop. he kept kissing me, his hand never moving from my chest.

he pulled back slightly as i went in, drawing me to him without actually kissing me. torture. i opened my eyes to see him and his shit faced grin. he went back in, this time pulling me by the legs towards him so i was even closer to his body.

the kisses were turning intense, feverish even. his tongue was playing tricks on my lips, moving in ways jack dawson certainly couldn’t. i was panting, and i felt him pull away as i caught my breath. he moved in towards me, grazing my neck with his tongue.

i shivered in his lap, and he laughed into my skin. “a little jumpy, are we?”

the gravel in his voice made my heart skip. he began kissing my neck, sucking and licking and nipping right below my ear. “fuck, lip…” i groaned, my nails slipping over his neck and jaw, anywhere i could reach him.

“mm what’s that?” he asked. “you want another hickey to match the first?”

i nod ungraciously, unable to form words. my breathing sharp and raspy, i let him kiss everywhere he could possibly touch on my neck, then slowly lick from my chin up the side of my jaw to my ear.

i opened my eyes in shock as he gave me a little nip on my earlobe. i could feel his smile. i pushed him away from my neck and stared at him.

“okay?” he said.

“very,” i told him, grinning.

“why’d you stop me?”

“i need to make sure your heart’s going as fast as mine.”

i put my hand over his heart, and sure enough, it was racing.

“you know, i don’t think you can feel it well enough,” lip said, returning my smile.

“whatever shall i do?” i teased.

he leaned in to my ear. “i think you know.”

i exhaled at his words, then slowly gripped the hem of his t-shirt and began to pull. i got it over his head and threw it unceremoniously to a corner of the room, ravishing his torso with my eyes.

he grabbed my chin lightly and tilted it up towards his face. “eyes up here,” he said, mocking offense.

“not today,” i said, before slipping off the couch and onto the ground before him. i raised myself on my knees and looked up at him.

he sat up like a shot. “no way in hell i’m letting you go down on me before i’ve gone down on you.”

i pretended his words didn’t strike something animal in me. “bold of you to assume that’s what i was about to do, lip.”

he widened his eyes and leaned back into the couch. “carry on, then,” he said.

i sat up straighter and put my hands on his hips. i looked into his eyes and began to lick a line from below his belly button all the way to his neck, not breaking eye contact once. i continued, feeling his body tense every time i hit a sensitive spot on his abdomen.

when i got to his neck, i licked up his chin and into his mouth, feeling him lean into me and pull me up to him. he yanked me onto his lap, my knees straddling him as he panted.

he pulled me in tighter, kissing my neck and pulling back. “god i can’t be close enough to you,” another kiss. “i want to be everywhere inside of you.” i made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a laugh and started to grind on him. his obvious hardon was not giving me anywhere near enough friction through his jeans and mine.

lip suddenly got off the couch and yanked his pants down, kicking them to the side of the room.

i stared stared up at him, mouth slightly open. “what the fuck are you waiting for?” he asked, gesturing for me to get up. “take your fucking pants off!!”

“jesus,” i said, scrambling to get off the couch. “didn’t know you were so needy.”

“really? you didn’t?”

he sat back down on the couch and lifted me by the thighs to straddle him again. “you didn’t know i’ve wanted you for years?” i ground against him, his words conjuring memories. “didn’t know i’ve touched myself thinking about you almost every night?”

“fuck, lip…” i moaned, putting my hands around his neck as he guided my hips against him.

“you didn’t know how much i’ve wanted to fuck you on this couch every time we’ve hung out in here?”

now i was really grinding, his dick perfectly hitting my clit through our underwear. my mouth slightly open, i leaned closer into his face, letting him take over.

“how much i’ve wanted to make you cum? watch you cum?”

i moaned at his words, my stomach burning. “then shut up and make me,” i said, hoping he really would.

“mm mm,” he said. i could feel him shake his head and kiss me quickly. he lifted my bra over my head and leaned in, licking my nipple lightly as i pleaded for him to do more. he obliged, sucking and giving me a little bite, enough for me to jump in his lap.

then everything stopped, his hands stilling my hips.

“what the fuck?” i said. “i was about to cum.”

“aw. poor poor girl,” lip pouted. he rolled his eyes. “i’m gonna make you cum. calm down.”

“doubtful,” i teased.

“sorry? what was that??” he feigned, putting a hand behind his ear.

“oh, i just said go right ahead. i have full confidence.”

“turn around,” lip said, making me get up and turn, then sit back down on his lap, my back facing him. i put my arms around him, leaned back, and kissed his jaw. he placed a soft finger below my belly button, trailing it up to my ribcage. i thought he’d finally start touching me when he shook his head again. “go get the mirror.”

he was pointing to the old full length mirror i’d had for years. it had polaroids of us tacked on the sides, but besides the dust on the edges it was still in pretty good condition.

i groaned and got up again, taking the mirror and asking him with my eyes where he wanted it. he pointed to the space directly in front of him, and i realized.

“you are one sick fuck, you know that?” i said, sitting back down on his lap.

“why, because i want you to watch yourself cum?”

“yes. that is exactly why.”

he rubs his palms gently across my thighs, laying his head on my shoulder. “don’t pretend you’re not turned on by the idea,” he whispered in my ear. “that it doesn’t make you soaked.”

i shivered. “can you touch me already?”

he shrugged, bringing a finger around and down to my underwear. “i suppose.”

i rolled my eyes but let my head fall back against his chest as he pressed his index against my clit through my underwear. “lip,” i begged. “don’t be a fucking tease.”

he pressed harder, rubbing in circles through the layer. i let out a breathy sigh, but it wasn’t enough. i raised my arm to his neck. “more,” i asked, gripping his face.

“like,” he said, pausing as his hand crept inside my underwear and he slid a finger through the slick. “this?”

i nodded breathlessly, waiting for him to finish what he’d started. he moved two fingers slightly inside of me, collecting everything he’d given me.

“knew you’d be so fucking wet for me.”

“you’re awfully cocky for someone who hasn’t even made me cum yet.” i said with a gasp as he finally touched my clit.

“wanna say that again?” he drew slow circles on me, pressing slightly to make it even better.

“just like that,” i whined, squeezing my eyes shut.

“nuh uh. open your eyes,” lip scolded, stopping his hand until i opened my eyes. “look at yourself. fucking gorgeous, letting me play with your pretty pussy.”

i moaned, reaching back to tangle my hands in lip’s hair. he leaned into my neck, sucking and biting and kissing everywhere he could reach. i tugged on his hair and he let out a soft moan. “you like that, gallagher?”

i did it again, taking notice of the sounds eliciting from his mouth against my neck. his finger faltered on my clit and he grabbed my hands from his hair. “don’t. cant focus when you do that.”

i let out a breathless laugh, then a gasp when he added another finger against my center. “so fucking good, lip.”

“this how you do it when you’re alone? you touch yourself and think about all the things i could do to you?” i nodded, breathless. “tell me what you think about.”

i let out a shaky gasp, his fingers slowing down and lightly grazing my clit, making me shiver.

“think about you. just like this, fingering me on your couch,” i start, watching him smile deviously in the mirror. “always imagine they’re your fingers making me feel good.”

“yeah i bet you fuckin do,” lip growled, speeding up against my clit once again.

“fuck!” i moaned, the pressure of his fingers perfectly making my center light up. “lip, i’m so fucking close.” i whimpered, arching my back to get away from his fingers.

he pushed my hips down with his free hand, pressing a bit harder on my clit and rubbing in perfect circles. “then take it. don’t try to run from it, gorgeous.”

i nodded against his back, watching him play with my clit in the mirror, loving the look of pure hunger on his face. “just let it go. cum on my fingers, baby.”

just like that, i snap, my eyes squeezing shut as i contract around air, lip still pressing against my clit and sending me into waves of pleasure. i shake against his back as he whispers in my ear.

“keep going. so pretty, baby. so good for me, cumming on my fingers.”

i try to recenter myself but lip keeps pressing lightly on my clit, making me jump. “lip—i can’t— can’t take anymore.”

“that’s too bad. because i’m not nearly done with you. haven’t even gotten inside you and you’re already fucked out.”

i let my head lean against his chest as he runs his fingers through my cum, collecting it on his hand. he brings it up to my chest, smearing it on my nipples and pinching them lightly.

lip fully picks me up and turns me around on his lap, and i jerk every time my clit brushes his boxers. “so sensitive.” he teases with a grin. he keeps eye contact with me as he leans against my chest and licks my nipple, sucking off all the cum he’d put there. he pulls back with a nip, groaning. “taste so fucking sweet. cant get enough.”

i smile bashfully as he goes back in, letting out a moan as i involuntarily rut my hips against his, pressuring my already sensitive clit.

lip inches his hand down to my waist, softly tracing my skin as i away against him.

“think you can give me another one?”

i nod. “wanna be good for you.”

he looks surprised. “is this a new kink i’ve never known about?”

i shove his face away playfully. “it’s new to me, too.” i confess.

“what, you don’t moan into your pillow that you wanna be my good girl?”

i feel heat rising in my cheeks.

“forgot to tell you. remember two weeks ago when you texted me to come over? i guess you forgot. cause when i got there, you were fucking yourself on your pillow.”

my eyes widened, becoming embarrassed that lip had seen me in that state, rutting desperately against my pillow and probably crying out for him.

“you made me so fucking hard. all i wanted was to go in there and fuck you like you deserved.”

i peered at him with wide eyes. “what was i saying?” i almost didn’t want to know.

“something about how much you wanted me to fuck you. how you wanted to be a good girl, the best girl for me.”

oh fuck. “it’s true.” i whispered.

“well then here’s what’s going to happen,” lip says softly, giving me a kiss to my collarbone. “you’re gonna ride my fingers until you cum. tell me just how you like it. show me. i just wanna make my good girl feel good.”

i swallow. “i’ve never…” i start, unable to finish.

“never what?”

“never gone inside. i don’t really know what i like.”

he grinned. “i guess we’ll just have to find out, won’t we?”

i bit my lip.

his fingers found my entrance, lightly teasing me as he looked into my eyes. “i’m good. please just do it,” i said, thirsty.

he grinned, sliding one finger into me slowly. i groaned at the sensation, simply an intrusion at that point. i felt the rest of his hand against my clit, providing some relief.

“you move whenever you want to.” lip told me.

i nodded, then started to grind. as soon as i started moving, discomfort turned to pleasure. lip’s finger perfectly filling me up and hitting spots i couldn’t reach myself, his hand pressing against my clit deliciously.

“fuck…” i moaned, moving slowly against him.

“that feel good, princess?”

i nodded, too deep in pleasure to articulate real words.

i sped up, rutting against him as he hit every spot inside of me perfectly.

“just like that. fuck my fingers like you fuck your pillow, baby. be so good for me.”

i kept going, speeding up and lifting myself slightly up and then back down onto his finger. but it wasn’t enough.

“want— want another one.”

“dirty girl. one isn’t enough for you?”

i shook my head.

“whatever you want, gorgeous.”

i groaned as lip slid his finger out and slowly put two back in, filling me even further to the brim.

“fuck..!” i groaned, unable to compute with the fullness. “want—want you to fuck me after this.” i said.

he laughed as i rutted desperately against his fingers. “we’ll see.”

i sped up my motions, absolutely needing the friction everywhere. lip groaned at my swaying, reaching to my chest and licking at my nipple. that just about pushed me over the edge.

“lip— oh my fucking god—“

he hummed against my nipple, the vibrations sending shock through my body until i came again, squeezing my eyes tight and seeing white as waves of pleasure washed over me.

i leaned my head against his chest as i came, jerking slightly as my whole body tensed up.

“so perfect for me. so fucking perfect.”

i panted as i leaned back, lip’s fingers still filling me deliciously. he moved them slightly and i jumped a bit.

“too much,” i whined.

“too much? i haven’t even started.” lip said mischievously. “lift up?”

i did, watching lip pull his fingers out of my cunt and up to his lips. he stared into my eyes and licked them absolutely clean, never breaking eye contact. it made my body heat up even more.

i guess two orgasms made me confident. i leaned against his chest and whispered into his ear. “i want you. want your cock. cant stop thinking about how good it’ll feel.”

i could feel his heartbeat quicken as i kissed his ear and neck, leaving a hickey to rival mine. he started to grind against me, pulling my hips down to match his movements.

his boner immediately brushed against my clit, leaving me moaning against his neck. “cant— cant do more of this. i need you.”

“what, you don’t want another one just like this?”

i shook my head and pouted.

“you know what i think?” lip started, leaning in to kiss my neck. “i think you’re already cockdrunk and i haven’t even fucked you yet.” another kiss. “we’ll have to work on that, won’t we?”

i nodded as he kept working on my neck, teasing and teasing and teasing.

“think you’re ready?” lip asked, serious concern on his face. “because i could happily keep doing this, watching you cum over and over…”

i nodded. “yeah. i’m ready. and i want it to be you.” i made a motion to get up and move to the bed, but lip pressed my hips down onto his.

“absolutely not. i’m gonna fucking ruin you on this couch so it’s burned into your memory. so every time you come over, it’ll just be me and my fingers and my tongue how good i made you feel.”

i shivered.

he made a move to flip me over, but i stopped him. “wanna ride you.”

his eyes went wide. “you’re sure?”

i nodded, slipping off of his lap to slide his boxers off his legs. his dick sprung out, long and incredibly hard. i moved back up and kissed the tip before letting him out on a condom.

“how gentlemanly.” i said, sitting back down on his lap. i felt him tense as my bare cunt touched him, the wetness surely making it difficult for him to stay still.

i slowly slid myself onto him, being sure not to go too fast for my own good. he just kept looking into my eyes and nodding slowly, making sure i was okay. he was bottomed out when i spoke.

“can i move? i’m so fucking wet it hurts.”

he nodded frantically. “please. fuck, yes. you feel so fucking good.”

i wrapped my arms around his neck and started to grind, immediately letting out a moan in sync with his. his chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands both around my waist to help me move.

i went faster, cherishing the sounds that were coming from between us.

“you hear that? so fucking wet. so perfect.” lip groaned, moving my hips in time.

i tilted my head back and sped up, my clit rubbing against his skin and tightening the coil in my stomach.

lip started to lift me full up and slide me back down, letting both of us feel it to the fullest extent. i couldn’t keep quiet, letting out moans that i’d never even heard from myself before.

lip’s sounds were heaven, every time he groaned i found myself closer and closer to the edge.

“you fit me so perfectly, baby. like a fucking glove.”

“lip—“

“i know. i can feel it. it’s okay. come for me, right on my cock. i wanna feel you all over me.”

i slammed down on his hips once more before sending my body into shock, my eyes immediately shutting and body tightening as my orgasm broke loose, haywiring every nerve in my body.

that didn’t stop lip. in fact, i think it spurred him on. he kept thrusting into me as i came, whispering out obscenities as i squeezed around him.

“fuck, baby. so good for me.” he said as he slowed down, letting me come down a bit.

“one more. you can take it. i know you can. my tough girl.”

he picked me up and laid me across the arm of the couch, then positioned himself to slide right back in. i moaned out at the new position, feeling so incredibly full. i felt obscene, full to the brim and completely dizzy.

“you like this? feel so fucking dirty, taking it from the back?”

i nodded, and lip started thrusting slowly. he pulled up my body by my chest and held me close to him, his front to my back. i reached back to comb through his hair, and that did it. he was keeping one hand on my hips, and the other reached around to circle my clit. without warning, another orgasm hit me full in the face and made my body collapse.

i squeezed against lip’s cock and felt him twitch. “fuck. gonna come, gorgeous” he moaned breathlessly.

i barely got out the words through my haze. “please.”

just like that i felt him cum, deeply and fully inside of me. he let out an absolutely obscene groan, one from my dreams, and continued to slowly thrust against me to ride it out. at this point i was completely limp against his body, the only thing keeping me up being his one arm wrapped around my chest.

he was panting as he pulled out of me and helped me down onto my back. i reached out for him, my arms outstretched. he laid down behind me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling a blanket over the both of us.

“fuck.” i said softly.

“so it was better than jack dawson?”

i laughed. “than his one kiss? yes.”

it was silent for a lovely moment.

“hey, i know you’re not exactly an expert at this,” lip started before i rolled my eyes. “but you’re actually supposed to pee after sex.”

“jesus, lip. you just made me cum four times and now you’re coaching me on my health?”

“yes. yep. that is exactly what i’m doing.”

“god. i’ll get up in a minute.”

he stroked my hair as we layed in silence.

“i don’t think i’ll be able to walk tomorrow.” i sighed.

“obvious solution is stay the night. then you won’t even have to walk tomorrow.”

i sighed. “i suppose.”

“hey. how many things can you cross off the list now?”

“oh god. i totally forgot. is that really how this started?”

“mm mm.” lip shook his head. “this started way before today. and you know it. all those goddamn glances, the comments, the little touches. i’ve wanted this for so long.”

i turned over and curled up into his chest.

“me too.”

[chaos-is-beautifvl]

𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lip gallagher x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: if there is one notable trait of lip gallagher other than his over-the-top cockiness and brains, it’s his disdain for all things lovey-dovey. but what happens when someone comes around who turns his world upside down?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1964

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i quickly finished this wip so i could meet my goal of posting at least one fic per month. next month will definitely have more writing but i hope you all enjoy this very late valentine’s day fic

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Lip has never been one for theatrics or romance or anything of the like, and he prides himself on that. He thinks of himself as a simple guy who doesn’t need much charm to get laid.

So why is he standing in line on a cold, bitter morning to buy flowers?

When he met you, Lip had sworn off getting attached or dealing with girls who would be attached. He had dealt with so much drama and crazy exes over the years, and honestly, he was over it.

But, somehow, you had wormed your way into his life, or rather, him into yours. Something about the chase - you not wanting him and him wanting you - made the idea of being with you even more intriguing. Now, he knew no meant no, but after a month or two or three of him pursuing you, you finally obliged.

Unbeknownst to the brunet, your want for him didn’t suddenly start after he chased you. From the beginning, you’d found an interest in him, but unlike the previous girls he’d dabbled with, you weren’t looking for a wham-bam-thank you ma’am situation. 

You weren’t a sap. You loved your rom-coms, but you weren’t looking for Prince Charming to swoop down and rescue you. You certainly could save yourself. So, what were you looking for? You wanted someone who didn’t care about holding your hand but wanted to. You were looking for someone who wanted you for you and not what was in your pants. And that’s why Lip was not the person you had in sight.

You had too many people in your life who wanted you for the wrong things, and though you were strong enough to kick them to the curb, it hurt a little. You watched rom-coms, so of course, you’re a bit sensitive. And you’d be lying if you said those movies didn’t affect what you wanted in a partner.

So when Lip came around, all smirks and cockiness exuded, the only thought that crossed your mind was: “Hot.” Lip might have been hot, but he wasn’t so hot that he clouded your judgment. You’d quickly deduced that your interests were not aligned and didn’t even spare him a second glance.

Okay, that’s a lie. You thought the guy was hot, so saying you only looked once is incorrect. But there’s a difference between looking and fucking, and you certainly were not fucking him.

But sure enough, after getting to know him, you felt your walls crumbling down. Gone were the days when you would ask your coworkers to inform you if he came into the shop so you wouldn’t be unprepared. You liked the unannounced visits. 

You took the whole self-love thing pretty seriously, so before you let someone into your life, who could easily hurt you without hesitation, you wanted them to deserve you. Seeing his dedication made your heart skip a beat faster than you would like. And every time he showed up, you found a smile creeping on your face.

At one point, your manager even asked if you two were dating with how often Lip came around. He was a regular at your job and a constant in your mind.

He always came down to the little shop you worked at, chatting you up until the customers came in. Even then, he’d be staring at you, pulling faces and winking until you would roll your eyes and turn your head to hide your grin.

But despite the numerous butterflies he unleashed upon you, you were still hesitant, and rightfully so. Though Lip had proved himself to be caring, both of you knew that this whole dating and being romantic thing wasn’t him.

So, that’s why, when Ian was thinking about what he should get Mickey for Valentine’s Day, Lip knew what he needed to do. 

The idea was so foreign to him that he felt like a dumbass, but with the number of rom-coms you forced him to watch and how you fawned over the courtship, Lip pushed the discomfort away. After all, you were the only “normal” girl he’d ever been interested in that was interested in him too.

With how fast the news spread in his family, it didn’t take long before everyone asked about you - where you were from, what you were like, why you wanted to be with him, of all people. The last one had lowkey offended him, but he couldn’t disagree. 

You were special. You were the kind of person someone like him rarely came across, and he wasn’t letting you go that easily. Not if he could help, so brave the cold he did.

Lip was blowing hot air on his hands to warm them from the crisp winter air. He debated walking away and picking you some dry flowers from the ground but decided against it when he reminded himself that you deserved better than that.

Just when he thought his joints would lock in place, the line dissipated, the last person escaping the cold with their flowers in hand. Finally, it was his turn, but as he approached the stand, he was immediately overwhelmed by all the different shapes and colors.

His eyes scanned over the entire display as he fidgeted. Lip thought it would be easy to find you a bouquet of flowers, but it was proving to be more difficult than he thought. He racked his brain for any memory of you mentioning flowers you liked, but he came up empty.

“Can’t decide?” The seller asked, a hint of a smile on their face.

Lip laughed shortly, “Yeah, something like that. There are so many fucking flowers.”

“I like to have a variety. You’d be surprised how many people ask for the oddest flowers.” The seller watched Lip’s eyes flit from section to section before offering a reprieve. “What do you have in mind?”

Lip shoved his hands in his pockets, brows pinching together. “Uh, shit, I don’t know. Something purple, maybe?”

“Purple?” They clarified, nodding. “I can work with purple.”

As they readied their supplies, they nodded over to Lip. “Is this your first time? Buying things like this?”

The brunet suddenly felt exposed. “That obvious, huh?” He asked though he was sure his constant shuffling and wide-eyed expression answered his question.

“I’ve been doing this for a while, picked up some people-reading skills. For one, you look like you might throw up.” The scents were making his nose twitch. “And two, you’re nervous as hell. That usually means one of two things: you’re just awkward, which I totally get, or you don’t want to fuck up. I’m going to take a guess and say it’s the latter, right?”

Lip smirked, “Yeah, you got me. I don’t do this whole,” he removed his hands from his pockets to gesture to the wide display of flowers “romantic thing if you couldn’t tell.”

The seller smiled as they delicately placed the flowers together. “Oh, no, I definitely couldn’t tell. So I'll take it that this person is pretty special, huh?”

The brunet nodded, his smirk morphing into a genuine smile, “Yeah. Pretty special, yeah.”

“What’s so special about them?”

He had no idea where to start. There was so much Lip loved about you. “So, this girl, right? She’s one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, and honestly, I don’t know what she sees in me because I can be a piece of shit sometimes. I’ve never really felt obligated to do this for all the other girls I've been with before, but the thing is, with her, I don’t even feel obligated. Like, she’s not forcing me or some shit. I just want to, you know. She knows I’m not into all this sappy bullshit, and I doubt this is the last place she’d expect me to be, but I don’t know, it just feels right.”

Lip had been rambling about you for so long that he hadn’t even noticed that the seller had finished the bouquet and was listening to his words with a smile. “Ah, love is a beautiful thing.”

His eyes widened more than they had when he approached the stand, and the look of shock on the brunet’s face sent the seller into boisterous laughter. Lip’s words came out frantic. “I mean- love is a strong word- I don’t know. Maybe?” 

“Hey, don’t sweat it, kid.” The seller handed over the bouquet. “But you talk about someone like that, don’t let them go, ‘kay?”

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All the way to your apartment, Lip thought over the seller’s words. He didn’t love you. Really, really like you? Sure. Love? No. Absolutely not. He just enjoyed your company, and you made him smile even on his bad days, and you didn’t give him shit whenever something came up with his family and-

Shit. He might actually love you.

He didn’t have long to ponder when the door to your apartment opened. Your roommate was on her way out when she bumped into Lip. 

“Oh, hey,” she said. Lip nodded in acknowledgment, adjusting the gift in his hand, which caught her attention. “You got her something for Valentine’s Day?”

Lip looked down at the bouquet, “Uh, yeah. Is she here?”

“Yeah, you know her, never leaves the apartment. But it's sweet of you. She’s a major sap, so she'll love it.” Lip was glad to know your best friend approved. He never sought other people’s opinions, but he knew you valued hers.

“I’ve got a date to get to, but I swear to whatever you believe in that if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.” 

Now, Lip wasn’t easily deterred, but the smile on your roommate’s face as she threatened him had him slightly concerned. You saved him when you emerged from behind the door with a knowing smile. “Leave him alone. You’re going to be late.”

Your roommate checked her phone. “Okay, okay. I’m going.” She innocuously smiled at you before giving a silent warning sign to Lip, and it was then that he knew he needed to walk around eggshells when it came to her.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Lip produced the flowers with a smirk to hide his nervousness. Though he had been hesitant about getting you the flowers, watching your face light up made waiting in the cold and getting threatened by your roommate so worth it. 

You gushed appreciation, the smile on your face growing wide as you placed your flowers in a vase after inviting him inside. Lip watched you with a smile of his own as you added water and set it on the window sill.

You approached him with a simpering grin. “You must really like me, huh?”

He thought back on what both the seller and your roommate said. He wouldn’t just do this for anyone. But for you, he’d stand out in the rain if he had to.

He squinted his eyes, bringing you closer to him. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe I need a little convincing.”

You hummed, leaning forward to press your lips against his. You pulled away, leaving him chasing after you. “Only a little, right?”

“Maybe a little more.”

You kissed him again, this time more heated than the last. His hands circled your waist as he deepened the kiss. Your fingers found purchase in his hair, weaving through the messy tufts.

You were about to show him how convincing you could be when your phone chimed loudly, disrupting the moment. Much to his reluctance, and yours, you separated from him to check the message.

“use protection, kids,” was the text from your roommate. You showed it to Lip, who only donned a smirk as he reached for you again.

“Looks like we should take her advice, dontcha think, babe?”

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[butchcarmy]

Did I see you say that you have? Lip fics??? GIMMIE

ALRIGHT MAN here’s some filth I had sitting in reserves just for you :)

tags: dirty talk, oral (f receiving), lip being mean, dom/sub dynamics, edging (sorta), gratuitous descriptions of oral as per usual🔞

Lip’s right where he wants to be—head in between their shaking legs.

They’re so wet that his chin is dripping with it. Not that Lip’s doing himself any favors. His face is buried in their pussy, lips and tongue molding into them without abandon. There’s something in him that’s feeling particularly hungry tonight.

Their gasps come out tight, constricted, moans small and strangled. Like they’re straining to hold on. It’s fun seeing them try to contain themselves and fail every single time.

When he pulls back, strings of connecting saliva drip and break. Lip takes a moment to admire his work, eyes following the gloss of spit and come smeared on their swollen pussy. He always makes sure to go the distance.

“Fuck, look at you. I know you’re enjoying this, baby. Even though you’re trying to hide it,” Lip adds quietly. He drags the tip of his finger through their seam, collecting slick. They’re impossibly soft and hot to the touch.

“I’m, I’m not trying to hide it,” they mumble between heavy breaths. Lip makes a mock contemplative noise at that.

“No, I think you are. You’re embarrassed, aren’t you?” Lip smiled wickedly. They inhale sharply when he pumps a finger into them, once, twice before pulling out. It comes out coated in wetness, and he pulls it into his mouth. “You know how easily I can make you come.”

When they don’t respond, instead just glaring at him, he takes his victory with peace.

He leans down and sucks their clit between his lips. Their quiet voice instantly snaps, and an sharp whine bursts from their lips. He can’t help the way his lips curl in a smile, pinched around their hard clit.

He aggressively yanks more moans from them, keeping that clit properly sucked. He swears they’re about to come until two hands yank him by the hair and pull him off. He poorly stifles a moan at the way he’s tugged.

“Stop,” they gasp, heaving for air. “P-Please… oh…”

“What’s wrong?” Lip asks instantly, switch flipped.

“Too close,” they admit instead, breathlessly. They’re throbbing in the open air, struggling not to come. “So close…”

“I thought you liked getting your needy little clit sucked off,” Lip whispers, egging them on. They make a strangled noise at that. His face is still close enough that his hot breath still fans over their pussy. “Don’t you wanna come for me?”

“Shut up, I’m gonna come if you keep talking,” they gasp, rushing the words out. He sees their clit twitch. Lip’s smile grows more mischievous. He loves having this much power over them, knowing that he’s the only one that could make them finish by just talking.

He blows lightly on their clit, and he watches it pulse. They make a protesting, barely contained noise at that. They really are so close, anything could tip them over. Their eyes are squeezed shut, head leaned back against the pillows. They’re trying so hard not to come.

Carefully, because Lip just can’t help it, he sneaks his hand between their legs and gently swipes his thumb over their hard clit. They let out a broken moan as soon as he touches them.

“Oh fuck—Lip—!”

That’s all it takes.

“Mm, that’s more like it,” Lip murmurs in delight.

With just one touch, they’re pushed over the edge. Quiet moans pour from their mouth as they come, little whines to match the repetitive pulsing of their pussy. Lip watches their cunt as they come. Watches the way their clit throbs heavily through their orgasm. The way their hole leaks.

Lip returns his thumb, rubbing slow circles against their clit. It twitches back up against the press of his finger. Their whines get louder now, unable to hold back from his touch. Seeing them unfurl like this for him…he’s so hard it’s almost painful.

He’s suddenly facing the issue of whether he wants to keep watching their pussy come or if he’d rather feel their contractions on this tongue. And as he’s thinking it through, the answer quickly becomes obvious.

He delves his tongue into their hole, rolling the flat of it over their entrance. They make a weak, punched out noise at that, and two hands quickly root themselves in his hair. His cock aches at it, so hard that he can’t not touch himself anymore.

He pulls himself back for just a moment, just to push two fingers into them to lube up his hand. The sound they make briefly makes him consider keeping his fingers inside, but he doesn’t. He’d rather keep his mouth there, and he needs his hand at the moment. His fingers come out covered thick in slick. He doesn’t even need the extra lubrication, not with the pre cum dribbling out of him, but it certainly helps.

It feels so fucking good to touch himself that he moans into their pussy, eye fluttering shut as he quickly works himself. Their hands are still tight in his hair, and he’s losing himself in their smell and taste.

He luxuriates in the feeling of their entrance clenching down on his tongue, the feeling of their slippery folds against his face. Between that and their sweet little moans, Lip can’t help but come.

He lets out a long, deep moan when he comes, cum shooting out of his cock and dribbling down his hand. He moans into their cunt, gasping against it.

[idunnoanymore7]

Driving Lessons

Description: You have a car and freedom. All you want is Lip.

Content: lip gallagher x fem!reader (always let me know if i can make it more accessible!), friends to lovers, oral fem!recieving, piv, protected sex, dirty talk

Authors Note: I just started season 2 (i know i’m ten years behind but) and thought I should fish this out of my notes. And it got long, sorry. Hope you enjoy!

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“So…when I finally figure this out, will you suck me off while I drive?”

You pfffed and narrowly stopped yourself from laughing. “No, I don’t think I will,” you said, a grin on your face.

“Whatttt why? It’s what they do in the movies!” he said, pretending to be irritated, but the slope of his smile told you he didn’t mean it.

Now you were laughing, your chest shaking as your head fell sideways against the seat. 

“Oh my god Lip thats so fucking dangerous,” you said. “And also, no thanks.”

“Oh come on n/n, you’re saying you wouldn’t want me to eat you out in the drivers seat?”

You tried to hide your reaction, but you couldn’t. You would like that very much, and he could see it. “Well, uh-“

“I knew it,” he said, that fucking grin staying on his face even as you stumbled your way through a sentence to show him the way the headlights turned on and off. He liked the way he had that effect on you. 

“Do you want to drive around?” You asked. 

“Are you sure you trust me to drive your car?” he said.

“Yeah; of course,” you replied, even though your common sense was screaming at you to say the opposite. You were a dumbass for Lip and the way he held his cigarettes. “Just put it in reverse-“

The car yanked back, shoving you against your seat.

“Fuck fuck sorry,” he said, shoving his foot on the brake. 

You smiled and he seemed relieved. “It’s ok, I do that all the time. You go right to get out of the lot, and then you can drive wherever you want. Maybe not the highway, though.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, maybe not.”

He turned the wheel and you were distracted by the shine of the silver rings on his fingers, but still noticed the grip of his hands on the leather of the wheel. 

“Are you okay?” you inquired.

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re gripping the wheel pretty tight-if you don’t want to do this we don’t have to.”

“No no I do,” he said. “I want to drive…”

“We can wait until you’re comfortable-I can drive us around for now?” you asked.

He seemed to relax, and when he nodded you unbuckled and got out of the passenger seat to walk around the front. 

He opened the drivers door just as you reached it, and it hit you right in the ribs.

“Ugh!” 

“Shit fuck fuck I’m so sorry are you okay?!” Lip said frantically as he rushed toward you and brushed his hand softly across your impacted side. 

“Yeah yeah I’m fine,” you said. Instinctively, you held onto his shoulder as you tried to catch your breath.

Neither of you stepped away. Just breathing, exhales bringing your chests close. When a chill ran up your back and made you shiver, you broke apart and climbed into the car. You weren’t sure whether you had imagined his hand brushing your back.

You hadn’t. Lip steadied you and made sure you got in before he walked around and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. He leaned his hip against the passenger door as he cupped the flame against the joint. 

Feeling eyes on him, he looked up and caught you staring at him through the window. You snapped your head forward. 

You didn’t have a plan as you pulled out into the road. Lip lowered his window, taking puffs and dangling his hand outside. It made it hard to keep your eyes forward.

You had just passed an alley and were starting to rack your brain for something to say when he spoke up.

“That’s where I was walking with Karen when Mickey ‘n his boys beat me up ‘cause they were mad at Ian,” he said, gesturing with his cigarette.

“That’s fucked up Lip I’m sorry,” you said, trying to keep your anger (showing him how much you care) under the surface.

“‘S okay, better me than him,” he said, resting his elbow on the door and putting the cigarette between his lips. 

You always knew Lip had a soft side, though of course you couldn’t blame him for any roughness he’d acquired over the years. No matter what happened, you knew you’d always admire him.

“That’s really amazing of you. Don’t downplay that.” You stopped at the red light, pushing the lever to turn on the right turn signal. The slow clicking filled the car as you waited, the red washing over the windshield.

“What did Karen do?” you asked quietly.

Silence. 

“Headed home, I think,” he mumbled. 

“Fuck.” 

He blew smoke out of his mouth.

“Hey hey out the window!” you said, gesturing across him. “I don’t want my car smelling like cigs.”

He rolled his eyes. 

“Those things are so fucking bad for you anyway,” you continued, turning back into the parking lot.

“Aww you love me,” he said, dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh no, how’d you find out?” you said, returning his tone. You parked the car and slumped back against your seat, pressing into yourself under your sweater. Maybe this was a bad idea.

You turned your head his direction, only to find his eyes already on you. 

“Can I?” you asked, reaching your arm out.

His eyebrows raised but he handed you the cigarette with no hesitation.

You placed it between your lips and inhaled, trying not to think about how this stick of nicotine and ash had been touched in ways you could only dream about. Your body immediately relaxed as you exhaled the smoke.

“Thanks,” you said, turning to hand it back to Lip. 

You stopped in your tracks at how he was looking at you. His jaw was slightly open, eyes wide and fixed on your lips until he saw you looking.

“Yeah, no problem,” he said gruffly. “Thought you were anti-smoke?”

You shrugged. “Helps the nerves sometimes.”

A smirk spread across his face, and soon he was full on grinning as he inhaled around the cigarette.

“What?” you demanded.

“You wanna kiss me so bad it’s crazy,” he said smugly. 

You shoved him in the shoulder and he laughed. 

“Shut the fuck up.” you rubbed your hands over your face, giving up on hiding your embarrassment. “Like you weren’t trying to get your cock out twenty minutes ago,” you said, recalling your earlier conversation.

“No no, that was if I figured out driving, which I haven’t,” he said, punctuating with his finger. He stubbed the last of the cigarette out on the container and threw the stub out the window. “But I would say you definitely have.”

You crossed your arms. “So?” 

“So….if we follow that logic, you deserve some head.” he said; widening his eyes as he looked up at you.

“And why’s that?”

He shrugged. “‘Cause I wanna kiss you too.”

Before you could second guess yourself, you had leaned in and so had he. When his mouth met yours, you knew you had melted.

His hand came up to brush your cheek and hold your jaw. You did what you’d been wanting to all day: reached up and ran your fingers into his hair. When your head tilted and your nails scratched his scalp, he moaned. Audibly moaned into your mouth. You didn’t think anything could’ve turned you on more. 

Your fingers tangled deeper into his curls like you’d never let go. Then you rose back on your knees and gripped your shirt to tug it over your head. He pulled back to gasp for breath, looking up at you with his hands on your hips. 

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he said breathlessly. You were about to respond in kind when he grabbed your face and pulled you into an even more breathtaking kiss. 

You had never been kissed like this before. like the person wanted to inhale you whole.

You reached for the hem of his shirt and slid your hand underneath, gliding up his abdominals as you kissed him.

He broke the kiss and crossed his arms to pull his shirt off, tossing it into the back.

Your chest shook and you pulled away. 

“Hey Lip?”

“Yeah?” his face was flushed; lips swollen.

“You’re really pretty too.” 

He smiled-a genuine smile-and kissed your neck. When his teeth scraped the skin, you moaned softly and Lip gripped your hip tighter. 

“You like that? Want me to mark you up?” he said lowly. “Show everyone how eager you are for me?”

You didn’t want him to realize how well he knew you. So you kissed him back harder, which you knew only proved him right, but at least you didn’t have to see his smug face. You dipped lower, grazing his jaw and his breath caught, hand coming up to tangle in your hair. You bit and sucked, feeling his chest speed up under your palm. 

When you knew you’d made a decent mark you rose up smiling.

“You satisfied?” he asked.

“Very,” you said. “But I do believe you had promised me something?” 

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed. “Whatever you ask.” His arms reached around your body, lifting you up and pressing your back into the drivers seat. He climbed over you and kissed you sloppily as he slid down onto the floor in front of the seat. Your heart rate picked up as he kissed the tops of your breasts.

Lip kissed you again and you scratched his shoulder as he reached behind and unclasped your bra with one hand, the other on your thigh.

“Holy shit,” you said. “I can’t even do that.”

At Lips lip bite, you knew your mistake. “Bet that impresses all the girls, doesn’t it.”

“You’re just jealous I get so much play.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, but admitted defeat and huffed. “Yeah, honestly. I do wish.”

“‘M glad you don’t. It’s got you all needy for me.” Before you can respond, he nips at the inside of your thigh. 

“Please, Lip-“

“Please what? Use your words,” he kissed up even higher, reaching the hem of your shorts. 

“Please- take these off,” you say, fumbling to unbutton your shorts. He leans back, helping you slide them down your legs.

“Oh pretty girl, so worked up and I haven’t even started. Are you always this needy?”

“Only for you, Lip,” you mumble, not even thinking. His hands pause on your thighs.

“Say that again.”

You look down at him. His eyes are dark, staring right into yours. The intensity of him shocks you. 

“Only for you, Lip.” you respond.

He groans, fingers pressing into your legs. He looks at you for permission and pulls your underwear down at your nod.

You shiver, exposed completely to his gaze. 

Your chest heaves as he looks back up.

“Move your hips up for me, pretty girl.”

God, the nickname.

You oblige, the change in angle allowing him more access to you. He slides his hand up your chest and grasps your breast.

“So, so pretty,” is his last mumble before diving in like a man starved.

His first lick has you gripping his hair, making him groan into your pussy.

“Fuck, sorry,” you apologize.

From between your thighs comes “Don’t stop.” The vibrations make you quiver. You twist your fingers in further as he circles your clit with his tongue.

“Fuck-Lip-“

“Taste so good,” he mumbles.

You groan as he continues to eat you out, the lewd sounds of it turning you on even more. 

He pulls up to spit on your pussy, swirling it on your clit as it collects with your slick.

You groaned out his name, the only word you knew.

“C’mon baby, let me hear you,” he slides his tongue through your folds again and continues his rhythm. His thumb leaves your thigh and circles your clit.

Oh. 

He was good.

You could feel the warmth spreading up through your thighs and up your stomach as your clit throbbed.

“Lip-  Lip ‘m gonna-“

“Lemme see you, pretty girl,” he says, locking his blue eyes with yours. With that, you come, hand gripping his roots, your slick dripping down his chin.

He laps you up, working you through it. Leaning back up, he kisses you hard, and you groan as you taste yourself on him.

“Thank you,” you say, kissing him again.

“My pleasure,” he smiles, as you reach for his jeans. You kiss his neck as you undo the buttons, and he helps you pull them down.

You grasp his hard-on through his briefs, and he grunts into your mouth.

“Need to be inside you,” he almost whines.

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he breathes.

“Okay pretty boy. Backseat.” he scrambles over the console and you giggle. “Now who’s needy?”

“Just get back here.”

Reaching into the glove compartment, you grab the condom you had stored there. You do more of a step into the back, Lips eyes locked on your chest as he palms himself at the sight of you.

You lean over him and kiss down his chest, grasping his waist and hips. You ask for permission before sliding his shorts down.

“You’re pretty hot, Lip,” you say, looking back up at him. 

He chuckles and slides his hands up your waist. “Funny. Now lay down.”

You oblige and he turns to hover over you.

“You sure?” he asks.

“Definitely.”

With that, he opens the condom and rolls it on. He grips the head of his cock and slides it inside you, both of you groaning.

“Fuck-‘m not gonna last long,” he grunts in your ear. 

“‘S okay, it’s okay,” you barely get out as he slides fully inside. Your hands go to his shoulders to stay grounded. “Just fuck me, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” and you moan. He hikes your leg over his hip, and begins to move. 

“Oh god-“ You can feel his cock in you.  The ridges rub inside your walls, making you moan.

“That feel good?” he asks. “Who’s making you feel so good?”

“You, Lip, you,” you babble.

“Yeah, don’t need any other cock, right?”

“Yeah, yeah-”

“Fuck,” he chokes.

“Fuck-Lip-fuck-“

The way he moves inside you is almost too much to bear. Your nails bite into his back and he groans.

“Oh god-don’t stop-“ A second orgasm was fast approaching.

He could tell. “C’mon pretty girl-come on my cock-come on-“ he was almost incoherent, so close to his climax.

You came, seeing stars as you clamped down on his cock.

“That’s it-“ he moaned, following after you as he came.

He laid his head on your chest, both of you heaving and sweaty. You ran your hand through his damp hair, never able to disguise your affection for him.

“Thanks for the lesson,” he says. 

“Anytime,” you reply.

[snowyballlz]

|| Lip Gallagher x reader

Requested by my friend @quacksilvxr xx

Warnings: F!oral sex, P in V sex, Pet names(sweetheart and darling)

Summary: your failing math and your teacher has given you a partner to tutor with, little do you know its your best friends older brother that you hate.

“This is the fifth time you have failed math y/n!” your teacher says in a disappointing tone. you prop yourself up onto your desk and roll your eyes “i couldn’t give two shits miss” you lean you head back.

“language young miss!” your teacher rolls her eyes, i’ve found you a tutor and he’s going to help you, “but miss-” you say in an exaggerated tone “no buts young miss ill send him out to find you when school is over”.

you groan as you slide off the desk walking out the classroom flipping off the teacher, you walk out of the school lighting a cigarette taking a drag from it.

“hey you shouldn’t be smoking in school” a familiar voice says, “oh go cry about it” you chuckle talking another long drag from the cigarette, the person sits beside you and its none other then your best friend Ian.

you hand him the cigarette watching him as he takes a drag from it “ugh my teacher got me a tutor because i’m failing math” you grab the cigarette from your best friend taking another drag from it.

“why not just skip?” the red haired boy suggests, you sigh laying your head on his shoulder “my parents will kill me if i fail again you know what their like” you hand him the cigarette.

it was after school and you were putting your books into your locker “your teacher said i needed to tutor you” a voice says, you slam your locker door shut looking at the figure in front of you.

“oh fuck no” you roll your eyes walking away “cmon y/n i don’t like this anymore then you do, just come over and we can get this over and done with” he follows you.

you turn around to face him “whatever phillip Gallagher ill be around later” you flip him off walking away.

you had just arrived at the Gallagher house trying to mentally prepare yourself for whats about to come, you knock on the door and Fiona answers.

“Oh hi y/n!” she greets excitedly “Ian isn’t here he’s actually at work” you roll your eyes and sigh “actually I’m here for lip” you cross your arms together “oh um well okay” she says confused “LIP!” fiona screams out “Y/NS HERE FOR YOU” you scoff as you watch him walk down the stairs sliding a shirt on over his head.

“hey just come upstairs” he grins. you were sitting on his bed and grabbed your bag and pulled out some books “so math huh?” lip chuckles “yeah i know I’m failing you don’t have to rub it in”.

some time had passed and you had started to get the hang of it “it’s getting hot you don’t mind if i take my shirt off?” lip questions, you scoff “yeah whatever”.

he takes his shirt off and you couldn’t help but stare at his body, the way his abs looked, his triangle tattoo, you were so focused on the boys body.

“huh like what you see?” lip smirks and raises his eyebrows, you quickly snap back to reality looking up at him “fuck off Phillip” you scoff looking away from him.

“thats it” lip sits by your side throwing your books onto the floor “why do you hate me so much y/n” his brow furrowed, “your annoying” she groans looking at him in the eyes.

you look down at his lips then back up to his eyes and before you knew it your lips were on his, lip began to kiss back “wait what will Ian think of this?” he looks down at you.

“i don’t care” you says as you quickly put your lips on his shoving your tongues down eachothers throats, you climbed on his lap straddling him. he puts his hands on your waist kissing you back before ripping off your shirt.

you quickly unclasp your bra and he kisses you down your neck leaving deep purple marks then sucks on your breasts, you let out a moan and quickly cover your mouth.

“don’t cover your mouth sweetheart” he looks up to you, he stops and lays you down on the bed pulling your pants down and begins playing with your clit through the fabric.

“look at how wet you are for me and i didn’t even think you liked me” lip chuckles as he props your knees up and gets between your legs. he begins kissing your thighs leaving purple marks yet again.

you moan at the friction and tilt your head backwards. he then gets to your wet cunt and licks your pussy with the fabric in between him and your cunt.

you moan once again “please” you grip his hair and tilt your head backwards. “please what darling?” he questions “e-eat me out please” you plead.

he moves your panties exposing your cunt, he licks your clit causing you to moan more, he sticks one finger in your hole causing you to gasp at the sudden feeling gripping his hair harder.

he soon inserts another finger causing you to almost go over the edge “i-i’m gonna cum” you say between shaky breaths

“cum on my fingers you can do it” he says while licking your clit. before you knew it your thighs clasped around his head, your head tilted backwards and your legs were shaking.

he pulled his fingers out and licked them right in front of you. kissing you hard once more him shoving his tongue down your throat. you heard the sound of a belt unbuckle and before you knew it his pants and boxers were on the floor.

he slid into your already really wet hole slowly going back and forth to get you adjusted to his cock, once you were comfortable with the feeling he began to thrust into you hard.

you wrapped your legs around his back making out with him hard. you soon felt another orgasam coming on “i-i’m gonna cum again” you moan loudly into his mouth

“just wait a little longer y/n im about to finish” he says. he starts thrusting harder and faster making you hit your climax and as you were riding that high he came into your hole breathing heavily.

he slides out and lays down next to you. “Ians gonna kill me” you look over towards lip “he doesn’t have to know” lip winks at you and smiles “i cant believe i just did that” you stare into his eyes “i knew you wanted this darling” he chuckles looking up at the roof.

[st0nesnglitter]

Lip Gallagher is such a munch.

Like he proudly admits that he eats pussy for his own pleasure, he don’t care. It happened way too often that he’d go down on you as foreplay.. but then he just stayed there.

The first couple times you slept together you didn’t even touch his dick. You’d palm him whilst making out but then he’d take over. Taking off your clothes, ripping off his own, making you cum on his tongue, fingers, and then pushing into you. <3

It’s also his favorite thing to do.. literally everywhere outside the bedroom. In a raggedy stall in The Alibi, behind an abandoned building, in a deserted parking lot. He loves public sex, the little adrenaline junkie, but especially eating pussy publicly.

[cloudy-em]

hi!! can u do sub!lip gallagher maybe? plot is totally up to you i just feel like lip is so dominant usually n i wanna see a girl make him go into sub space for a change :)

of course babe!!

warnings: edging, vibrator usage, handjob, slight blowjob

sub!lip gallagher x fem!dom!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Lip," she starts, her voice trembling ever so slightly. It would be unnoticeable if he didn't know her so well. He looks up from his stack of papers, proofreading a classmate's college research paper and hums, signaling her to continue.

"I was just wondering if maybe we could try something new. In bed," she says. Lip perks up, excited to hear her proposition. She's normally so confident, and Lip is intrigued to hear what's gotten her so worked up.

"I want to dom you," she finally lets out, eyes closed.

"That's fucking hot," he breathes. "Hell yeah, babe, have your way with me."

"Strip and then lay on your back, hands behind your head," she orders. Lip doesn't hesitate, working quickly to follow her instructions. He didn't think it would be such a turn on to hear her boss him around, but he feels himself grow harder by the minute. He lays back as she demanded, and he can see the lust in her eyes as she approaches him.

"You're beautiful, baby," she tells him, and he literally moans at her word choice. "You want me to touch you? Hm?" Lip nods excitedly.

"Here?" she asks before kissing his cheek. "Or here?" She kisses his nose. He's groaning as she kisses him everywhere except where he wants her; his forehead, his biceps, his collarbone, his hands. He can feel the precum beginning to leak on his stomach and his dick is begging to be touched. Finally he groans.

"Can you please, please touch my dick?"

Y/N smirks and nods. "Well, since you asked so nicely." She licks one stripe from base to tip and Lip bucks his hips towards her mouth. She giggles at him, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock. She squeezes slightly, and Lip whispers a "fuck".

She strokes him slowly at first, tightening her fingers around the swollen, red head. He continues to leak for her, moaning as she speeds up the pace of her strokes.

"Ah, fuck, I'm gonna cum," he announces, and she pulls her hand away. His eyes shoot open in shock, and she shrugs at him.

"I wasn't ready for you to cum," she tells him simply.

Y/N reaches over to the bedside table, opening a drawer and pulling out the vibrator Lip usually likes to use on her. She sees his eyes widen, and she smiles to herself. She flicks it on, grabbing his cock with her other hand and holding it up so she can press the vibrator to his base on the underside of his cock, just touching his balls. He moans, and Y/N smiles.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this, Lip?" He doesn't answer, too focused on how good it feels. She turns the vibrator setting up, and he bucks and groans.

"Answer me, please, pretty boy," she gently warns him and he moans out a, "Yes!"

"Hm, tell me what you like about it. In detail," she tells him, once again turning the setting up and now wrapping her lips around the tip, suckling gently.

"Oh, shit," he whines. "I um, oh, I love your mouth. 'S so warm. A-and the toy. Feels good!"

Y/N gives one hard suck, pulling away to speak. "Mm, I'm glad. You deserve to feel good," and she returns to sucking his cockhead.

He's a moaning mess for her, whining and begging and bucking his hips. She pulls away from him countless times just before he reaches his orgasm. He's frustrated, pent up, and almost crying on the bed as he loses track of how many times she's rubbed the vibrator up and down his dick.

This time, she pushes his cock against his stomach. It's throbbing, red, leaking and so so swollen.

"Okay, baby, you can cum whenever you're ready this time, okay? Let go when you need to," she tells him and he nods excitedly. She pushes the vibrator to the highest setting, pushing it hard against his cock and working it from base to head. Her other hand massages his balls, squeezing gently and feeling just how heavy they are.

Lip is an absolute sight to see. He's laying back, his hands tangled in and pulling his own hair due to his sexual frustration. His eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth hanging open as he lets out struggled moans and swallowed whines.

"Oh fuck! Please, please I'm gonna cum!" he practically shouts, and Y/N is ready for it, helping him to the edge.

He's shooting so much cum all over his stomach and chest, sticky white ropes everywhere. He would be embarrassed about how much cum he just released if it wasn't for his focus on how good it feels. Y/N helps him through, praising what a good boy he is and slowing her strokes and vibrator to a stop.

"You did so good for me, baby! I'm so proud of you," she tells him kindly before moving up to lick some of the cum from his chest. She scoops some up on a finger, offering it to Lip. He wraps his lips around her finger, eyes rolling back at how dirty it is that he's eating his own cum and enjoying it. He wraps an arm around Y/N's upper body, bringing her closer to him to lay next to him. He buries his face in her tits without a word, and she kisses his forehead and strokes his hair.

"You did so good, Lip," she tells him again. He hums in contentment.

"Maybe next time you'll let me peg you."

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i didn't think sub!lip would be that hot but 😳 damn

feel free to send in more requests!!!

[theapangea]

Think You Can Handle It?

Characters/ Pairings: Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are about to touch Lip Gallagher’s dick, maybe there really is a God.

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!!, hand job, blow job, swallowing, unprotected p in v, choking, hair pulling, gagging, female and male receiving, rough sex

A/N: I was blushing the WHOLE time I was writing this so that’s your warning lol. Hope you like it you little pervs ;)) I am trying to get better at writing smut so pls be nice! All mistakes are mine.

It wasn’t unusual for you to aimlessly walk into the Gallagher house. There were people always coming and going so they rarely locked the front door. And even when it is locked, like this time, the backdoor is kept open. 

The house is quiet when you open the door, a weird phenomenon that only happens once in a blue moon. Looking around through the entry ways to see if anyone is in the living room before making your way up the stairs. You can hear the hum of music from the far end of the hallway. A smile creeps onto your face as the Gallagher you are here to see is the only one home.

Lucky you.

Opening the door to the boys’ room, his head lifting from his textbook to see your cheeky smile staring back at him.

“What are you doing here?” Lip’s monotone voice echoes from the top bunk, a small hit to your ego.

“I’m borrreddd,” you whine, elongating the words. “So I’m here to bother you.” Your fingers graze along the wooden ladder as your other hand pushes the door shut. The locking sound clicks through the room. 

“Well don’t. ’ve got homework to do.” The annoyance in his voice is radiating.

Ignoring his command to leave as you are here for one thing and Phillip Gallagher is the only person that can help you out. Your eyes follow the dozens of posters that line the walls, head bobbing slightly to the music that fills the room, fingers trail against any object they can touch. 

Lip follows your every movement as you make a half circle around the room, only to disappear under his bed, just out of sight. Which, quite frankly, annoys the shit out of him. 

Sighing as he climbs down his bunk. “Can you stop snooping?” His chest lightly hits your back as his fingers graze yours, yanking the action figure that you held in your hand. 

His tone is soul crushing but his touch is euphoric, wishing it lingered just a bit longer. And as fast as he touched you, the faster he disappeared, tossing the toy in some unknown direction. 

Your mouth opens as you plan to say some snarky comment that will most likely make him laugh but when you turn around the only thing you can notice is his shirtless figure standing right in front of you- the messy bed head, the sleepy smile, the sheer fabric of his blue boxers, standing in between your eyesight and his cock. And boy was there something big begging to get out of those tight little shorts.

Definitely makes a girl have wild thoughts. And did those thoughts not want to be kept in.

Licking your dry lips as you tilt your head to the side, “You look like you have a big dick.”

He laughs, clearly caught off guard by your statement, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” It’s almost as though your tiny comment gives him some sort of ego boost as he stands straighter, puffing his chest out, the tent in his boxers growing more.

“That’s why I said something, dummy.” One of the few nicknames you have for him, rolling your eyes, “Look I know we’re supposed to hate each other and all but I have to admit that I find you really hot.” You’re unable to hold any sort of eye contact with him, shifting between his crotch area and a poster behind him. 

His eyes darken as he listens to your confession, “Wow I’m flattered,” The cockiness in his voice is thick, “You wouldn’t be able to handle me anyways,” winking at you.

The arrogance in his tone sends a shiver down your shine, a wet spot starting to form in your core. The comment really sends your dirty thoughts into overdrive, “So it is big huh?” Crossing your arms, having to physically stop yourself from showing any kind of enjoyment from this conversation.

“I don’t really like to toot my own horn, sweetheart.” One of the few nicknames he has for you, rolling your eyes as a quick response.

But you couldn’t help yourself but wonder if he was being honest or not. If The Lip Gallagher actually had a big dick or if it was just something all the girls were lying about. But they couldn’t all be lying, right?

“So can I see it?” You ask innocently, your gaze following along his silhouette.

He ponders the question for a second, contemplating the pros and cons of what could happen if you see his dick. In this case, the pros heavily outweigh the cons. Shrugging his shoulders before hooking his thumbs underneath the hem of his boxers and pulling them to the ground. His cock graciously bouncing in all of its glory as he stands back up.

Eyes wide as his member stands proud and tall right in front of you. The soft skin, pink head, pulsing veins, glistening wet pre-cum leaking from the slit makes it hard for you to look away. Definitely bigger than you thought it was going to be, not that you would admit that you pictured it one too many times. 

“Is it what you expected?” He questions, snapping you back to reality. Though you did miss thinking about how nice it would feel deep inside of you.

“I’d say better.” You barely get the sentence out as it bops slightly up and down.

The tension in the small room is thick and growing. You both stand there, not saying a word, not breaking eye contact unless it’s you sneaking another peek at his throbbing cock. 

“Can I touch it?” You speak softly, your voice barely audible above the music.

“Are you ready for that, princess?” Yet another nickname but instead of being annoyed, it was actually turning you on. The itching feeling between your legs is spreading through your body, shifting weight from one foot to another, anything to suppress the feeling for just a split second.

Nodding your head in response, your eyes big and doe-like. A quick nod from him signaling for you to approach. You can barely move at first, your legs locking from the heat growing in your core. 

You are about to touch Lip Gallagher’s dick, maybe there really is a God.

Taking a couple of short steps to close the distance between the two of you. The hot air of your breaths mixing together as you stare into his piercing blue eyes. Shaking slightly as your fingers graze the delicate top skin, wrapping the rest of your hand around his shaft. A short gasp spills from Lip’s mouth as you begin to stroke the silky skin from the base to the tip, squeezing gentling as you push back down his length. Feeling it grow against your palm, not believing that it can actually get any bigger.

Lip watches as you stroke his erection, barely able to speak. He’s had many handjobs in his years but something about how delicate you are being with him, the hints of innocence and curiosity as you hold his member in your hands. Something that is turning him on more than anything else in his whole life.

“So do you think you can handle it?” He asks as you lift your head, inches away from his face.

Choking on your words, “I'll definitely try.” 

Chuckling at your response before placing his rough hands on your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss, the hint of cheap beer and cigarettes fill your senses. Hand gripping tighter around his cock while Lip deepens the kiss. The soft moans vibrate against your lips as your hand starts to pump again, following your movement with his hips. 

His hands travels to the base of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair while tugging at your bottom lip, begging for his tongue to be let in, the taste of beer only intensifies when his tongue dances with yours. His right hand moves down to the small of your back, pulling you towards him, your body’s needing to be close to each other. 

His lips only leaving yours as he sits down on the edge of the bed by the window, his left hand still tangled in your hair as he pulls you down to kneel in front of him, the rough carpet digging into your knees. Using his free hand to pump his aching cock, holding it straight between his thumb and middle finger as your head dips down, lips hovering over the soft pink tip. Fingers digging into his skin as they drag along his thighs, body thrusting up begging for you to finally wrap your lips around his length. Finally allowing him to release the built up tension.

Centimeters above his dick, the taste of pre-cum practically already on your tongue. Your spit falls from your mouth, hitting his raw tip as you use it to lubricate the rest of the shaft. 

Wrapping your lips around his manhood, flattening your tongue so it lays flat against the sensitive skin on the bottom, sending his body into ecstasy.

A sharp breath inhales from Lip as he stares intensely at your actions. Hands immediately release from you to grip the bed sheet, needing some form of stability as you begin to take his shaft fully into your mouth, only about half way before it becomes too much. Using one of your hands to help cater to the rest of the length that you couldn’t fit, squeezing, pulling, twisting the base as your head bobs faster on his cock. The pretty moans escaping Lip’s mouth as you suck him off.

Moving all of your hair to one side so he can get a better look at you giving him a blow job, “Fuck,” is the only thing he can manage to get out as he buckles his hips underneath you, your mouth pushing him into bliss.

Forcing yourself down more against his length, gagging as you try to take more and more down your throat. The scene increasingly becomes messier as saliva is spilling from your mouth, coating his cock in the liquid. His hands immediately pushing down on the back of your head, his hips thrusting upwards, moving back and forth slightly as you gag against him. His dominant demeanor overflows the pool that leaks through your panties. 

With one final thrust, holding a second longer in your throat before releasing you. A much needed breath filling your lungs as you wipe the remaining saliva from your chin, mouth sore from his size. His hands instantly on your face again, his thumbs wiping away the tears that have steamed down your cheeks. His eyes are softer now, concern written all over his face as he examines you.

A small smile peaks through the messy strands of hair that fall in front of your face as you continue to catch your breath. His laugh rings in your ears as he realizes you are fine. Grabbing your hand, tugging light, signaling for you to stand back up with him. Once on your feet, his hands start to roam your body, pulling your old shirt over your head, exposing your bare breast to the warm, still air. 

Wrapping his arms around your waist, turning your bodies around with your back to the bed, lowering you down gently, his lips leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck. Sucking hard against your collarbone, purple bruises surfacing. 

Arching as he continues his trail down your chest, catching your nipple in his mouth. Licking, nibbling at your delicate skin, moaning in satisfaction. The trail of kisses as he moves to your other breast, using his free hand to massage the one he’s not attending too. 

Sliding his hands down your sides, goosebumps surface from where he once was. Hooking his fingers in your shorts, pulling them and your panties off of your legs, helping him in the process. Rough hands stroking against your bare legs, bringing them up above his head so that your naked core is exposed. 

The dirty smirk and dark eyes weigh on his face. Breath heavy as you can feel your wetness seep out of you.��

Digging his fingers into your fragile skin as they grip the back of your knees, bending your legs and pushing them closer to your chest, holding you in a submission position. His gray blue eyes fixated on yours while he places a small kiss on your tender clit. The small action making your wiggle under his grasp, the whine dancing around the room. A smile residing on his face from sheer satisfaction. 

Catching your sensitive nub in his mouth, humming against your clit as your body jolts towards him. Sucking and licking your raw center as you grind against his tongue. Your breath skips as he continues. 

Whimpering when he stops, placing small kisses down your folds until he gets to your entrance, sticking his tongue in to get a better taste. Mouth hooking onto your folds as his tongue tries to move deeper into your dripping core. His nose settles against your delicate clit, sending a shooting electricity through your body. Fingers tangling in his blonde locks as you hold him in place as he brushes against your sweet spot.

The overwhelming sensation builds through your body, pumping your blood with sin as his cold tongue mixes with your juices. Arching your back, eyes closed as he continues on his feast. Your moans floating around the room as he eats your pussy, rough lips, cold tongue pushing you so close to the edge. Your thoughts on Lip, his dreaming smile, hard dick, heat growing in your core as he continues to hit your sensitive spot. Enjoying your delicious juices as you ride his face. Body jolting, legs buckling as he helps you over the edge into heaven, your mind cloudy as you cum all over his tongue. Lip licking the remaining juices that have spilled down your butt.

The smirk resides on his face as he knows he did a good job. Standing as one of his hands is still holding onto the back of your thigh and the other is situating his dick to the entrance of your core. His tip turns more red as he grazes lightly between your folds. Your moans mixing as the pain of him not being inside of you becomes too much to handle.

“Put it in already,” You plead, grabbing the back of his legs, hoping that would make it accidentally slip in. 

“Needy baby.”

The two little words could have made you cum again right then and there but before you could even process what was going on, his length suddenly shot into you, pushing forcefully through your entrance.

“Fuck -” he moans, “You are so fucking tight.” The buzz of pleasure overcoming the both of you. Pushing deeper inside of your folds, feeling the head going further and further into your pussy.

His left hand abandoning your thigh to let both of your legs rest upon his shoulders, taking his hand to your neck, the purple bruises from his kisses finally appearing, wrapping his fingers around your throat, squeezing the sides gently as he increases his speed. The heat rises as he continues pumping, toes curling, back arching as he fucks you. 

Your center continues to leak, lubricating his dick and dripping around his balls that slam into you. Leaning closer to you, your legs the only thing stopping the two of you being chest to chest. Catching your lips in a passionate, wet kiss. Wrapping his arms around your head, bringing you closer to him. Slamming away into your tight core, expanding the entrance over and over again.

His aching cock flexing inside of your walls, building pressure as he continues his movement, holding you extremely close, never wanting to let you go. His name falls out of your mouth as he pounds aggressively into you. 

Toes curling, leg shaking, buckling under the pier ecstasy as his rhythm is pushing you more and more towards the edge. The dam is about to break and you are unable to hold it back any longer. The wave of emotion as you cum on his dick. 

“Fuck,” his thrust becomes increasingly messier, “‘m gonna cum baby. Shallow?”

The tiny moan of confirmation was all you could get out. 

One final thrust before he quickly pulls out and steps back to allow you to drop to your knees, smashing them roughly into the carpet. Wrapping your lips around his swollen cock, sucking as the delicious, hot liquid coats your mouth and throat. Deep throating as much of his cock as you can, his hand tousled in your hair, holding you down. 

The sound of you choking on his cock and his euphoric moans fill the tiny room. Pulling back as you catch your breath, wiping the spit and semen from the corner of your mouth. 

Smiling widely up at Lip, “Told you I could handle it.”

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So what do you think???

Requests are open <3

[andreafmn]

Kinktober ⛓️ Day 3

Word Count: 2.5K Paring:  Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Hate Sex WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI),  p-in-v sex, foul language, reader is technically underage

Summary: There is no one that (Y/N) despises more than Philip Gallagher, but having his brother as her best friend forces them in close proximity more than they would like. Or maybe they do?

A/N: This is set some time during season 3 so Lip is around 18 and reader would be 17 since she's contemporary with Ian's age, so do with that what you will.

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“Yo, Ian,” Lip’s voice rang through the house. “You’re girlfriend’s here!”

“Oh, fuck off, Lip,” (Y/N) said as she bumped past him into the Gallagher home. “I know you wish I was here to see you, but I don’t do charity work on Tuesdays.” 

“Fuck you, (Y/L/N). You’d be lucky if I was the one you were studying with.” 

“Of course, the genius Philip Gallagher that doesn’t even want to go to college,” she snickered, stopping at the rest on the stairs. “I’ll take my chances with my own brain. Thanks.”  

“You’ll regret helping Ian with math,” he called as he walked to the front door. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

With an exasperated scoff, (Y/N) walked up the rest of the stairs, clutching her backpack tighter than she should have. She didn’t understand why she and the older Gallagher son didn’t get along. She had a wonderful relationship with everyone else in the family –even Frank was courteous enough with her– but something never clicked with Lip. Every time they were in close proximity, they would bicker and fight until someone else got in the way. It made it especially difficult when (Y/N) came over to spend time with Ian. 

She would never say she hated Lip. But the sentiment was close enough that others would notice. Between the terrible side-eyes and the snide comments, being around the two could easily become suffocating. Granted, everyone but them knew what was truly happening. They had met their match in each other but were too stubborn to admit it. 

“You ran into Lip, didn’t you?” Ian chuckled as his friend walked into his room. “It’s all over your face.” 

“Unfortunately, I did,” she sighed, plopping down next to him on the floor. “But he seemed to be going somewhere, so I didn’t have to talk to him for much.” 

“Just long enough to make sure you got annoyed. Perfect mood to study Geometry with you.” 

“Fuck you, I’m always a delight.” 

“Sure. Until you spend a second with Lip, and then everything goes to shit.” 

“Shut up, Ian,” she said, rolling her eyes. “If you want me to help you study, you’ll stop talking about your despicable brother, Phillip.” 

Hours passed between textbooks and worksheets, notebooks and loose papers, and somehow the bright afternoon sun had shifted into night. Ian had already gone to bed, tired from a long day of shapes and mathematical equations. Almost everyone in the house had done the same, tucked into bed early, which was a luxury for anyone on the South Side. 

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was still wide awake, taking advantage of the tiredness of the family to use up what was left of the hot water. She could have gone home, to her packed house and probably cold water, but she found comfort staying with the Gallaghers. The family was a melting pot of chaos, there were more fights than a WWE ring, and every single day brought a different kind of adventure. Her house had all of that, except the real warmth of a family. And being there made her feel like she was a part of something. 

The water ran across her skin, soothing the tight muscles that stiffened her body. The smell of soap filled her nose as she lathered herself, and she was glad that the bar seemed new still. They were small luxuries that she was grateful she could partake in every once in a while. And in the quiet of the night, it was almost peaceful.

Until a sound that did not fit into her spa-like scenario filled the air. From behind the curtain, she could hear a strong stream of liquid falling into the toilet. But she knew she had locked the door —not that it would have worked in that house anyway. 

She moved the curtain slightly to reveal Lip standing in front of the toilet. “What the fuck are you doing?” (Y/N) exclaimed, making sure her body was covered. “Can’t you see I’m using the bathroom?” 

“You’re in the shower. Toilet was up for grabs.” 

“Why couldn’t you have gone downstairs?” 

“Because I was already upstairs,” he shrugged, shaking his cock above the toilet as he finished. “Stop gawking, (Y/N). I know it’s impressive, but staring is kind of rude.” 

“Fuck you, Lip. I’ve seen better,” she said, closing the curtain to conceal the way her skin was flushing. “I’ve definitely been with better.” 

“Keep telling yourself that,” he snickered, turning on the sink. “But we both know the guys you’ve fucked are not exactly Adonises.”

“You’re such an asshole, Lip,” she scoffed. “If you’re gonna be here, at least pass me my towel.”

“Why should I? You can just step out.” 

“You’re not seeing me naked, Lip.” 

“It’s only fair,” he chuckled. “You saw mine, I get to see yours.” 

“Stop being a perv, Lip. I’m not one of those chicks you fuck for fun. I actually have standards.” 

“Right, and they’re so high, right?”

“They are.” 

“Is that why you fucked Billy Spencer two months ago or lost your v-card with Jesse Suarez in his car? Yeah, those standards are skyscraping high.” 

In a fit of rage, (Y/N) ripped the curtain open and sauntered out of the tub, getting as close to Lip as possible. “You don’t get to fucking judge my decisions, Philip,” she spat, jabbing her index finger against his chest. “Who I sleep with or don’t sleep with is none of your business. And you sure as hell are one to talk. Your list is not the most pristine, either. Starting with Karen, for example.”

“Don’t you fucking talk about her,” he said through gritted teeth, pushing back on her as she had. “You don’t talk about her.” 

“What? You can dish it out but can’t fucking take it, huh?”

“I can take whatever you fucking throw at me, (Y/N). I ain’t scared of you.” 

“Maybe you should be,” she continued. There was almost no space between them. She had him pressed against the wall, their noses almost touching as they heaved in anger. “There is no one else that can put you in your place like I can, and you know it.” 

“I don’t need you to put me in my place.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re so fucking infuriating!” 

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” 

Lip’s next move was a surprise to her. She was expecting him to keep yelling or stomp out of the bathroom. Instead, he placed a hand on either side of her face and crashed his lips onto hers. He was all kinds of rough and forceful, clashing teeth and lips together without any care. But somehow, (Y/N) found herself kissing back just as roughly, grabbing onto the lapel of his jacket. 

But it wasn’t until she felt the roughness of his hands on the skin of her back that she realized she had jumped out of the shower, naked and still dripping with water. She jumped away from Lip as though his touch was fire and scrambled for her towel, trying her best to cover her body from him.

“Why are you covering yourself now?” he laughed. “I already saw everything, (Y/N).”

“Fuck you, Philip.”

“I was gonna let you,” he grinned. “But it looks like you got performance anxiety. Maybe you’re not as good as guys say.” 

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but I’m great in bed,” she argued. “But I would rather do it with someone I actually like.”

“It’s just sex, (Y/N),” he countered. “This is not to fall in love.” 

(Y/N) kept quiet for a beat, thinking over the boy’s request. His reputation for being a good lay preceded him, and she would have been lying if she said she had never thought about it. But the fact that his personality was almost revolting made her wonder if it was worth it. 

“God, you’re so fucking infuriating,” she said before doing the same thing he had done. “This means nothing. You’re just convenient.”

“Right,” he chuckled against her mouth. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“Oh, shut up already.” 

“Make me.” 

Her lips did all the answering, molding to his mouth perfectly, their tongues dancing together in perfect symphony. If she had believed in fate and the alignment of the universe, she would have deluded herself into thinking that they were meant to be. 

Lip’s clothes were rough against her unclothed skin, the zippers and the fabrics scratching at her body and rubbing the most sensitive parts of her body that were exposed. Warmth pooled between her legs with the kiss alone, and her body’s reaction scared her. It was almost instantaneous, and it had been the first time it had happened. 

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one that’s naked,” she said breathlessly.

“Do you ever stop fucking talking?” 

“Not when my mouth’s unoccupied,” she snickered. “And I have a lot to say.”  

“You’re too fucking much,” he grumbled as he took off layer after layer of clothing, letting them fall to the floor. “Now come here.”

He kissed her roughly again, pressing his chest as close to her body as he could, his hands snaking to the small of her back. As their mouth moved in synch, they walked backward until her back was pressed against the wall, the coldness making her skin erupt in goosebumps. But his hands were enough to build a fire inside her. The way they mapped every inch of her body and worked in tandem with his mouth to find her most sensitive spots. 

Lip nipped at her jaw and her neck, traveling down to her collarbone as his hands tweaked the hardened peaks of her breasts. Somehow, he was able to annoy her within an inch of raging ire and could bring her to the brink of orgasm with just his mouth and hands. 

In a swift move, Lip turned (Y/N), bending her against the wall as he pulled the zipper of his pants down. The clothes pooled at his ankles as he held his cock and lined himself up with her wetness, running the head across her fold and teasing her clit. 

“For someone that is just doing this out of convenience, you’re really wet,” he chuckled darkly. “Have you been dreaming about this?” 

“I could ask the same of you, Philip,” she retorted. “Because for someone that doesn’t really care, you’re really fucking hard.” 

“I’m only just a man, (Y/N).” 

“How about you shut up and prove it already, then? Maybe…” 

(Y/N)’s words died in her throat as she felt him sink into her completely, stretching her walls like no one had done before. He took the air out of her lungs, a moan getting strangled in her throat at the suddenness. 

Lip didn’t move instantly, allowing her body to get used to the size. At least, that was what he would have said if she had asked. Truthfully, being inside her was the most overwhelming experience he had ever had. He needed a moment to compose himself before he busted too early. The last thing he needed was for (Y/N) to have more ammo against him. He enjoyed their bickering reparté, but he had quite the reputation when it came to sex, and he wouldn’t let her ruin it. Even if his body was trying to betray him. 

Once he felt he could control himself, he started moving hips, quickly setting a pace that had (Y/N) letting out a string of moans that he wanted to listen to for the rest of his life. Her hands gripped the towel bar before her, her knuckles turning white from the tightness. She met his every move, pushing against him as he pummeled into her. 

“Harder,” she meweled. “Fuck me harder, Philip.” 

Lip did exactly as told. Skin met skin at a rapid pace, filling the otherwise quiet room with pants, moans, and slaps. Even her using his full name did not put a damper on his mood, rather loved the way it sounded in her mouth. And for the first time, it didn’t sound like she was saying it with  hate. At least, not completely. 

He snaked his hand around her body, his hand finding the mound of her clit and pressing two fingers on it. They circled and rolled the bud, making her walls clench around him as he pistoned into her. He knew both of them were reaching their end. The tightening of her cunt and the tightening of his balls told him enough.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Lip. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” 

“I wasn’t planning to.” 

And he didn’t. He kept thrusting until (Y/N) let out a pleasurable yell that had him covering her mouth. As he did, she bit down on his skin unconsciously, making him moan and awakening something in him he didn’t know was dormant. It brought him right to the brink of his end, and it took everything in him to leave her warmth and explode all over her ass. 

His body slumped over hers, absentmindedly kissing the skin of her shoulder as they both came down from their orgasm. They felt comfortable in their silence, their pants synching and their bodies melting against each other. If they could have, they would have fallen asleep in that very position. 

But a knock on the door startled them apart.

“Yo, I need the bathroom,” Carl called from the other side of the door. “I’ve gotta piss real bad.” 

“Can you go downstairs, Carl?” (Y/N) asked. “I’m just finishing up in the shower.” 

“Ugh, fine! Just hurry up. There’s more people in this house, you know?” 

“Yeah, sorry!” 

After wiping themselves down, Lip and (Y/N) started getting dressed, neither meeting each other’s gaze. “We don’t speak about this to anyone,” she finally said. “Especially not Ian. And this can’t happen ever again.” 

“Sure,” he mumbled. “Whatever you say.” 

“I’m serious, Philip,” she pleaded, placing a hand on his chest to get his attention. “If Ian finds out, I’ll never hear the end of it.” 

“I won’t say anything,” he laughed, looking at her in a way he never had before. “But I wouldn’t mind if this happened again.” 

“Are you serious?” 

“What? The rumors are true. You are a good lay.” 

“You’re not too bad yourself, Mr. Gallagher,” she grinned before stopping at the door to exit first. “But I don’t think this will happen again.” 

“Keep telling yourself that, (Y/N).” 

“Fuck off, Philip,” she whispered from the end of the hall before disappearing into the boys’ bedroom, leaving Lip to think of just how he could make this a repeat situation.

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South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

Warning: this chapter contains smut

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Chapter 7

It was finally Friday.

She could not wait to go back home and just sleep, before getting ready to go to the Alibi. That week as been terrible, especially after what had happened with Lip, and with Milkovich’s cousin.

His name was Iggy and they had fucked in an alley. Desna had few drinks before doing it, but she could remember most of it, and she felt like a stupid. She didn’t know what she wanted to prove. Maybe that she had not feelings for Lip, and can she could have sex with several people.

But you can!

She said to herself. To Lip she was only Simone to fuck, she could have been anyone. So why would she cared about Phillip Gallagher? She was a beautiful girl, many boys would have liked to have their way with her, fuck Lip Gallagher.

Maybe she should have learnt from he, who seemed so eager to let her know he fucked Karen at every chance that he had.

But she was this guilt feeling inside, and she hated it, because Lip was a asshole, and she was much more than a good fuck. He didn’t deserved anything from her.

“Hey,” Desna was putting her books in the locker as Iggy’s voice made her turn. He was leaning her shoulder against the metal of the lockers observing her up and down.

“Hey,” she said quietly, turning to look at her books.

“I was wondering if you are free at lunch,” he asked keeping his eyes on her and she could not deny that he was making her uneasy.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” she said closing her locker, ready to leave, but he blocked her by the wrist.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said pulling her closer, but Desna tried to do everything she could to keep at distance.

“I really need to go,” she said getting free from his grip, before turning to walk away.

“In your locker there’s my number,” she heard him say, “Call me if you need it!”

Desna fastened her pace to try and keep as much distance as she could. She had been really stupid, Milkovichs were almost criminals, couldn’t she go have sex with someone in the library?

If V and Kev came to know that, she was dead.

“Yo, Des!” Lip’s voice had a strange effect on her; she was glad to see him, at the same time she felt anger and shame.

“Hi,” she said as she kept walking in the corridor not looking at him, to reach her next class.

“You haven’t been answering my calls,” Lip said walking next to her.

“Jeez let me think,” she answered sarcastically, “Why should I answer you if I’m not in the mood for fucking?”

“So funny, Des,” he said without humor, “That’s hilarious,”

“At least one of us finds it funny,” she answered annoyed.

“Another hilarious thing is why Iggy Milkovich is talking about you?” Lip words made her close her grip on the books in her hands, when she noticed the strange tone in which he had talked.

“And what’s into you, if he is talking about me? It’s not like he is talking about your best friend, even if I think it’s only a matter of time,” She said, before he gripped her arm making her turn. His eyes were wide as he looked at her in disbelief.

“You’re fucking him?!” He asked, louder than he should have, in fact some students turned towards them.

“Shut the fuck up!” She muttered, grabbing one of his wrists to pull him into a closet.

“I can’t fucking believe it!” She heard him say and that angered her even more.

“The nerve of you, you asshole!” She turned to him, doing all her best to not scream in his face.“What do you fucking care?!” She kept saying, “What the fuck you want?! I’m nothing to you, you’ve make it very clear. We are not exclusive right? We are nothing! So I can go around fucking whoever I want!”

He was angry, she could see it clearly, but she almost felt proud for that, “Are you happy now?” He asked, his jaw tense.

“Very,” she keeping her head up, as she glared at him, “So maybe you’d understand how I feel,” Lip moved his hands suddenly pushing the books from her hands, making them fall to the floor.

“You did it to get back at me?” He asked in low voice, his face inches from hers.

“What is it, Lip?” She asked leaning forward, “I thought we said no jealousy.”

Before she could move away Lip’s hands grabbed her head moving her forward, “I’m not jealous,” he whispered before crushing his lips o hers. Desna hated herself, but her hands move to the back of his neck, so to keep him against her longer. He then pushed back until her back hit an old desk, making a cracking noise. His arms went around her waist to lift her so that she could found herself seated and setting himself in between her legs.

Desna let out a moan as she could feel his hard on against her core, “I don’t give a shit about who you’re fucking,” he said as one of his hands got past the hem of her pansies.

“Strange way of proving your point,” she sassed before a moan escaped her lips as he started to rub her.

“I’m not proving a point,” he protested, working on her faster.

“Keep telling yourself tha- fuck!” She said throwing her head back as one of his fingers entered her.

“You’re already wet for me,” he said with a chuckle as he worked on her.

“Go fuck yourself,” she was able to say before he kissed her again. Their lips clashed against each other, his other hand holding her from the back of her head, while her hands gripped his shoulders harder so that she could have a better leverage to move her hips, to meet his hand, “He didn’t even make you cum, right? You’d be much more nice today if someone would have make you cum,” He said with they stupid smirk on his face.

“Go fuck yourself,” she said in a moan.

“I’m about to,” and for how much she hated it, she could not stop herself as her hands helped him to get her out of her pans. Quickly helped him undoing his, bringing them down just enough so that he could take out his cock. He was quick to pull her closer so he could move his hips to thrust into her. They both moaned at the feeling.

“Fuck you,” she said, making him chuckle in her ear as he started to pick up his pace. He got them quick and strong, making her whine. One of her arms went across his shoulder so that she could meet his thrust.

“Lip,” she moaned in his ear as he thrust up, “God, Lip, don’t fucking stop.”

“Fuck, Des!” He kept increasing his pace as he moved his head just enough, for them to look in the eyes. They just stared at each other as their hips met, their faces tinted in red, and their mouths panting. He gripped her hip to bring her closer to his. And as she looked at him she moved her hand to his hair. His eyes got softer as he looked at her.

“Fuck, Des,” he muttered, “It wasn’t good, tell me it wasn’t,” his forehead went on hers.

She wanted to lie and tell him that it had been. That she didn’t want him, that he meant nothing to her. She knew she should have told it to him, she knew she should have make him hurt somehow, but only the thought of that made tears form in her eyes. He noticed her expression and he stopped his movement.

“Des?” He whispered, his hand moving gently to her cheek.

“He wasn’t you,” she said with honesty. She didn’t care if she sounded desperate, she had to say it.

Lip looked at her for a moment, his blue eyes wide, but suddenly he crushed his lips into hers again, kissing her hard as his hips started to move once again soon picking back the fast pace. They hold to each other, kissing each other until they both climaxed together.

As they tried to control their breathings they stayed in each other’s arms. Lips almost touching as their chest moved to allow the air to fill their lungs. His arms secured on her waist, caressing her skin, as she kept him close by the shoulders.

“What am I to you?” She asked again and she saw him close his eyes.

“Please, stop it,” he said, “We don’t need to give a name to it,” but as he moved to kiss her, she moved away. Her action made him frown, as she looked at him.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said pushing him lightly, so that she could get down from the desk.

“What?” Lip asked as he looked at her picking her pants from the ground so that she could put them back.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she repeated more firmly.

“Are you fucking serious, right now?” He asked almost offended.

“Yeah, I’m fucking serious,” she stated as she picked her books up in her arms to walk towards the door, but before she could open it, lip shut it again, putting a hand on it so that she could not open it again.

“You can’t do this,” he said looking at her in the eyes, “You can’t broke up with me over Karen,”

“It’s not about Karen,” she said shaking her head.

“Of course it’s about Karen!” But that only made her snap.

“It’s not about fucking Karen!” She yelled in his face, “It’s about me and you. It’s about me!” She said, “And the fact that I feel like a fucking whore!”

“You’re not a whore!” He argued.

“Then what am I?!” She asked again, “What the fuck am I to you?” she observed as he took a breath lowering his gaze, and that made her eyes water.

“You care about her more than me,” she said bitterly as tears slipped from her eyes, “Maybe I fuck you better, but at least you feel something for her.”

He could not even look at her in the eyes. That was just a confermation for her.

“Fuck, I’m out,” she said grabbing his arm so that she could finally open the door.

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Knock knock 🚪✊- Is anyone out there?! For some reason the bug has only been biting me to write late at night, so I’m sorry I’ve been posting so late lately (lol) but I hope that some lip smutty fluff brightens up your morning! (p.s. ; yes I know there are still 17 asks rotting away in my box. I prooomise I’m getting to them. I’m wanting to do asks how I usually do them, which is giving you an 8-10k plot instead of just what I can write on my phone since I don’t have a laptop at the moment, but I swear im trying to get a new one suuuuper soon!!! I love you all!!)

I’ve been thinking all day, probably since it is Carnival season after all - about how fun it would be to go to a Carnival with Lip over summer break, or even take a roadtrip to Cedar Point together and make a whole week out of it?! Eeee our prince deserves some fun time! I just know he’s the kind that is such a kid at heart, he grew up with so many siblings! He also has Frannie around, so he would totally love stuff like that (more BTC)

(Warnings for BTC: AFAB reader, No physical attributes for reader are described other then r/ has long hair, Smut!!!, No use of Y/N {r/ goes by pet names like baby, sweetheart, honey, etc.}, Fluff {happy lip!!}, Established relationship, College!Lip, sweet older-brother vibes from Lip, vomiting (r throws up cotton candy, it’s not too bad or long though!) , No ‘typical’ Gallagher drama to be found! {giving our mans a break!!} , not heavily edited, sweet/caring BF!Lip) [if I missed any please let me know in the comments!]

So you’d get there probably just as the sun is setting ‘because that’s the most romantic time to go’ he’d teased, in your ear earlier that afternoon between heavy needy kisses that you shared the moment he’d gotten home from work and he tugged you up to his bedroom since the house had been empty, he was going to use that time ever wisely.

He had been talking up this grand fun night together when the Carnival Fair was finally coming to town that weekend. It was going to be a wonderful chance for you and him to get some nice time alone, especially after finishing out your spring semester of school and having the summer off. He’d been working the summer at Patsy’s, so he told you he was gonna have all the money a girl could dream to get cotton candy and funnel cake since you’d gushed about how when you were a kid those were your favorite to get.

He had wrapped his beat up Jean jacket around your shoulders as you walked after he bought your tickets, even though it was nearing the middle of August and during the day summer was in full swing - fall had already begun to creep in at night causing goosebumps to arise on your arms. “Have I ever told you what a gentleman you are, Gallagher?” You kiss his cheek gently and he chuckled, shaking his head a bit

“Takin’ care of you is my job baby.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, kissing your head gently as you waited in line together to get a big bag of cotton candy to share.

“Well you’re really good at that job- you should give yourself a promotion” you held up your left hand jokingly, wiggling your ring finger and he lets out a chuckle, heat creeping to his cheeks that you couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride in your chest for being the reason of.

“I promise I will promote myself as soon as I can find it in the budget” he mused, lacing your fingers together as you head up to the counter and the guy a few years younger then the two of you asked what he could get for him- and he looked at you “you still want the bag one, yea?” He confirmed.

You looked at lip like he had hung the moon in the sky that night, you usually looked at him that way. How he was so kind, and attentive in the way he loved you. How he yearned to take care of you, he wanted nothing more than to make you happy. He made you the happiest girl in the world just by remembering you told him cotton candy was your favorite fair treat so getting right in line for it with you the moment you got there. Because it was what you liked, what made you happy.

“Yes, thank you baby” you planted a little kiss on his neck, since you couldn’t reach his lips when he wasn’t ducking his head to kiss you as he handled the paying and the conversation. Being taken care of had become routine for you, pampered- loved. That’s how you felt when you were around lip, loved- and seen.

Your next stop after sitting and munching on cotton candy until you nearly gave yourself a tummy ache, causing Lip to have to tie off the rest of the bag yo keep your sneaky fingers from getting in when he wasn’t looking - was the strongman game.

You giggle and point “Babyyyyy! You’re so strong- look at that cute pink unicorn!! I can cuddle it when you’re at work! Pleeeeease Lip, can you win it for me baby? Pretty pleeeease?” You beg sweetly, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and kissing along his jaw to sweeten the deal.

He chuckled a bit, looking at the top rack where said obnoxiously large unicorn was zip tied to the grate, looking down at you before back up at it and sighing a bit to himself “I can win it - but do I particularly wanna carry it around the rest of the night?” He looked down at you again to see your fluttering lashes and pouty bottom lip.

“For your lady? For your bestest girl in the whole world? Pleeeease? You work too much who am I gonna snuggle!” You stand on your tip toes and peck his lips “if I was strong enough to do it myself I would but I need my big strong man to do it for me” you emphasize for added pizazz and he snorts a laugh, patting your ass playfully and giving it a squeeze.

“You are a damn good manipulator” he teased as he dug out his wallet, grabbing a 5 dollar bill that it costed for the three swings “gimme a real kiss- y’know, luck and shit” he puckered his lips, ducking his head and you giggle, happily squeaking as you plant a juicy loving kiss on his lips, your hand finding the back of his neck and stroking gently

“Thank you best boyfriend in the world” you giggle happily and stood to the side as he handed the guy the money

“So uh- what do I need to do f’the horse” he nodded at the pink unicorn with a rainbow tail.

“It’s a unicorn, baby!” You remind and he rolled his eyes playfully

“The fuckin unicorn, then, what do I need t’do” he asked the man running the game booth

“Have to get 100% on one of your 3 tries.” He explained, putting the money in the cash box and Lip nodded

“Easy enough” he picked up the mallet, rolling his shoulders a few times to stretch them out.

“You got this baby!!!” You clap happily and watch as he takes his first swing and the little piece races up and hits 96% causing you to jump up and down happily “Good job baby!!!” You giggled and he smiled at your sweet, encouraging reaction even for something as silly as a carnival game, something he always adored about you is your undying support and encouragement for the people you love. He always felt when you were around that he could just be himself and somehow, that was enough, all on its own.

“Not bad for a first swing ‘eh?” He mused with a playful cockiness and since it wasn’t all too common someone could really get 100% on the thing, a small crowd of 5 or so carnival goers had stopped to see if he was going to get it.

“Not bad at all, I’m already thinking of names for our soon to be adopted unicorn baby” you said and he chuckled a bit, lifting his arms to take his next swing and you couldn’t help but realize how the hem of his black T-shirt rode up when he did, exposing his v-line and happy trail just a bit. You bit your lip gently at the sight, also not missing the sexy little grunt that left his throat when he used all his strength slamming down on the platform with the mallet.

The little knob races up and pangs the bell, announcing that Lip had in fact hit the 100% threshold - breaking you out of your lustful gaze and dirty thoughts that nearly constantly plagued your mind when he was around, the man was walking sex - how could you deny yourself? You gasped and cheered, rushing up to Lip and jumping into a hug “Baby! Oh my god, I love you! I knew you could do it!” You laughed excitedly, kissing him back passionately as he held you safely around his waist, spinning around with you once and chuckling as he set you down, his cheeks slightly pink when he realized there were still a few stragglers hanging about who had watched him win.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t comfortable with PDA, he actually quite loved showing you off, and showing the fact that you loved him off. It made him feel special, wanted. But the two of you had gotten more then just affectionate, you weren’t just the girl of the month that he was screwing to let off steam. He didn’t even realize that the whole ‘love of your life’ thing was real - or possible for someone like him none-the-less.

But as dopey and love sick as it sounded to him in his head, he knew there are absolutely people out there who aren’t loved as proudly as him by someone like you, so any testament of that love and how lucky he was to have it made his chest swell with pride. You were his girlfriend, his lady. Nothing you could ever do would embarrass him.

“Unicorn, right?” The man asked and you nodded excitedly.

“Baby Glitter Gallagher! Isn’t that so cute? Our very first baby together” you giggle as the man handed over the large stuffed toy and you give it a big hug “thaaaank you lip” you said sweetly

“Baby Glitter - so baby is the first name, glitter is her middle name? Or is it baby-glitter like MarySue or some shit?” He asked, causing you to laugh as you walked with him in search of your next adventure to partake in together.

“BabyGlitter is like MarySue, I’m glad we clarified. She’s absolutely a Gallagher, though. So step up or cough up child support is all I’m sayin’” you joked, earning another adorable chuckle from him.

Your next stop was one that Lip had pointed out, so you felt like it was mandated to stop and partake because it was the first thing he had mentioned on his own since you had gotten here; the zipper ride. You had spent the last 10 minutes in line as you waited for the group in front of yours to go, telling him that you could absolutely handle it.

“Gallagher, are you callin’ me a crybaby?” You teased, playfulness edging your tone. “Cause last I checked I can handle myself, even if I like having a sexy man around to protect me” you smiled, kissing his jaw gently. He chuckled at that, shaking his head and holding his left arm around your waist while his other was holding onto your new member of the family, as well as your remaining cotton candy that was deemed a hostage until at least the end of the night.

“I’m not- I’m not!” He holds the cotton candy up in defense jokingly “I’m just sayin I know you don’t like goin’ upside down is all and if I wanna go on the ride I wanna have fun.. when Ian and I used to ride it we’d be flipping the whole way around it was so fuckin fun.” He chuckled a bit at the memory, bringing a happy warmth to your chest. It was rare that the Gallagher kids got to make real, childhood memories together. So that all the more made you want to do this with him, to be a part of his nostalgia and nurture it the way he always made an effort to be a part of yours.

“Well then I wanna have fun! I’m not a baby we’ll be fine, I have you to protect me” you kiss his cheek as you got to the front of the line waiting to be let on the ride. He gives you a gentle peck on the lips before kissing your cheek

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, princess” he said, putting your things he had been holding for you over to the side with the rest of the carnival goers. He helped you up the platform steps, always being sure you never tripped and kept your fingers laced, rubbing the back of your hand gently with his hand as the man unlocked and opened the cage door, a creaky noise coming from it as he does so.

“There’s no-“ you swallow thickly when you realize there was no seatbelts, and lip gave you a ‘told you so’ look, allbeit playful, it only egged on your petulant pride and you shrug. “No seatbelts, makes for more fun, right?” You muse, stepping in and lip got in right next to you, your shoulders and arms pressed up against one another.

“That’s the best part” Lip smirked, holding onto the grip bars when the man clanked the door shut, dropping the lock bar in place and you were suddenly moving. Everything was no longer steady, and it felt as if you were trapped in a fan blade rocking back and forth ready to flip over any which way.

“Lip” you said, concern etching your voice. He was right, Lip usually was right, as annoying as it is for you most days. You didn’t particularly like heights, or being spun in circles, and mixing that with being trapped in a tiny metal cage was bringing those fears right to the surface and you weren’t quite sure what made your ego so big before you got on.

“What baby? You scared?” He teased, playfulness edging his voice. He begins to rock his weight back and forth, the whole cage rattling and clanging as he does so. The hinges seem to creak and you can see in your mind the gruesome terror that would unfold if the cage door just so happened to give out.

“Stop- stop it- it’s broken! Don’t you hear it, Lip? We gotta get off!” you said worriedly and he laughed like a masochistic 7 year old boy, rocking his weight more dramatically until you were fully laying down before swinging the other way and laying on said creaky cage door while you look below at the 50 foot drop and knuckles popped from gripping the grab bars on the cage door so hard

He chuckled more “baby it’s fine it’s not gonna break. Cmon let’s do a flip” he said, throwing all his weight back and you squeal as your suddenly hanging upside down and he laughs loudly “woops! Guess we’re stuck till we start moving” he teases and you whine, feet dangling off the floor of the cage

“Phillip Gallagher you’re the meanest boyfriend in the whole world!” You shout, causing him to laugh and you heard a chuckle from the riders below you at your current misfortune

“I thought I was the nicest boyfriend also the proud father of- what was it-“ he’s cut off as the ride starts again to let more riders on and you flip forward, swinging back and forth dramatically as the cage once again balanced your weight. You seized the opportunity to slap his shoulder once you found your footing

“You could have killed us!” You said but couldn’t help the big smile on your lips.

“Then I guess Baby Glitter Gallagher would have been an orphan before she even made it home” he mused, before giving you a kiss on the lips.

“This is why no more cotton candy babe” Lip said gently as he held your hair back and you puke up bright purple lemonade mixed with your blue and pink cotton candy.

“Yeah- kinda pretty though, right like -“ you pause to gag, more sugary neon purple mess splashing into the unfortunate bush you had decided to victimize tonight after your what felt like hundreds of flips on the zipper ride. “I would totally get my nails this color-“ you sniffle, spitting in the bush to rid your mouth of the slimey after puke feeling before standing and wiping your mouth with the back of your forearm.

He chuckled a bit, shaking his head as he dug around in the pocket of his Jean jacket that sat atop your unicorn for safe keeping and pulling out a small flask “open” he tilted your head back and you scrunch your nose, obeying and opening your mouth. “Sorry- but I know Y’gonna wanna kiss me and I don’t want to taste y’vomit babe, as much as I love you” he dribbled a mouthful of vodka in your mouth and you scrunch your face and whine slightly as you swished it around, gargling a bit for good measure before spitting it into the poor little bush and turning back to him to see he was finishing off the flask while you did so before putting it back in his jacket pocket.

“I think you need some water, and we should sit and relax f’r a second ‘huh?” He rubbed your arm gently before pulling you into a comforting hug and kissing the top of your head. You shut your eyes, enjoying the spicy scent of his cologne mixed with the musky earthy scent of tobacco and weed he’d consumed earlier.

“Yeah- but let’s stay over here. Well, maybe not by puke bush. But where it’s quiet. I know you probably want a smoke” you sat down next to a tree and he joined you, resting your unicorn next to his lap

“This fuckin thing is gonna take up my whole side of the bed” he muttered as he dug out his cigarettes and lighter from his pocket, lighting one between his lips

“Mmm, only when you’re not home. Gimme some” you said sweetly. He looked over, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, gentle kiss as he exhaled the smoke into your mouth and you sucked it down graciously, eyes fluttering shut at the short light feeling it gave your mind since you were only getting half of its effects.

“Better be you know I like doin butt rubs after a day at work” he mumbled against your lips before kissing you again, shorter this time because it was inturupted by a giggle from you. He was right, Lip loved to lay in bed in the dark with you, detailing what had went on at work that day while he felt up your ass. It wasn’t strictly sexual, (although a lot of times it ended that way) it was more a…stress toy for him to play with as he went on.

“I love butt rub time. I was actually thinking about that earlier. One of the best times of the day” you wrap your arms around his middle, nuzzling your face in his neck and kissing the warm skin gently as he took another drag.

“Yeah baby?” He kissed your temple gently, squeezing your side and lifting up the helm of your shirt to run his fingers along your bare skin. The action brings goosebumps to your skin, calming but sensual. Your eyes flutter shut at the gentle affections, enjoying the carefree laughter and joyful screams from the carnival a hundred feet or so away, mixing with the gentle quiet sounds of crickets chirping in the woods.

“I love all our time.” You assure him, planting a gentle kiss on his warm broad shoulder.

The next thing you decided to do, after being sure to make a pit stop for ice water and Lip being sure you drank a decent amount - was a calm pretty swing ride. It had a lot of hight to it, but that was mostly so you could get a good view of the city while you swung around at a fast (but not dizzying) pace.

You got in line behind a pregnant mother and her young daughter, who looked to be not much older then Frannie. Smiling to yourself, you thought what it may be like to have kids with Lip some day. You didn’t want that day to be soon, of course. You and Lip had promised eachother that you wanted to finish college. He wanted to make it out of the south side, and while you were a Chicago transplant, you still understood why that was from the stories he told you of their growing up. You wanted to be sure that any family planning would stay far off until you and Lip were both working adult jobs, and had a house or something - when you were real adults.

You hadn’t even realized you’d made it to the front of the line, and were being broken out of your dreamland daze when the little girl stomps her feet “but mommy! We waited all this time! I wanna go on!” She said getting increasingly upset as the ride operator explained that single riders had to be of a certain height

“I know baby but mommy’s belly is too big - I can’t go on it’ll hurt your little sister! I’m sorry, honey. I really am.” The mother tried to explain, and Lip, being the brotherly gentleman he is spoke up.

“Uh- I’ll take ‘er for you, Ma’am - If that’s cool with you- babe are you good on your own?” He asked you and you felt yourself swoon like this was some romance movie and not real life. You nodded with a big smile

“He’s got so many siblings - he’s gonna look after her real well, I’ll sit right behind them!” You gushed and the woman lights up

“Oh gosh- would it be a hassle?” She asked

“Mommyyyy! Please! Pleeeeease!! I’ll listen so good!” She jumped excitedly and the mother looked at Lip before looking back at her.

“Fine- but you better listen! You hear me! Give this nice boy no trouble at all missy” she said, handing her hand over to Lip and she giggled excitedly

“Thank you mister! Thank you sooo much!” She gushed, throwing her arms around his hips and giving him a big hug. You pout at the adorable sight in front of you, following behind to sit in the single seat behind the double they’d be sitting in.

“I’m Marley, I’m 5, what’s your name?” She asked as Lip helped her into the seat before sitting next to her and adjusting the lap bar.

“I’m Lip” he said, causing her to giggle

“That’s a silly name- Lippy lip lip” she repeats as she swings her legs back and forth in that darling childlike way. “Are you a grown up?” She asked him and he chuckled a bit, realizing like when Debbie was little- this carnival ride was going to turn into more of an interrogation then anything else.

“I guess you could say that, yeah.” He said. You watched them with sparkling eyes, a big grin on your face as you saw just how good he was with her. Lip was always good with kids. They took to him because he would usually speak to them how he spoke to other adults (minus as much swearing as he could remember to omit) and that made them feel special, equal. Which is one of the many things he can say he wanted as a kid, and never got. So he did his best to pay it forward.

By the time you’d gotten to the top the wind was louder at the height as you spun so you were no longer able to hear their conversation so clear. You looked at the twinkling lights of Chicago below, trying to see if you could pick out the Gallagher house just by your mental map of the city you’d made in the few years you’d been living here. You did hear though when the girl started giggling wildly, drawing your attention back to them and you saw Lip pretending to be fully limp and dead in the seat next to the girl, tongue hanging out of his mouth and everything.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at his silly antics. Even though he held up a hard exterior a lot of the time, you knew deep down he was a kid at heart which is why they liked him so much. When you got back down and hopped out of your seat, you greet him with a kiss “did he give you too much trouble?” You asked Marley and she giggled, shaking her head.

“No- Thank you, Lippy Lip” she told him giving him another sweet hug. You returned her to her mother and Lip told her they were welcome to Patsy’s for a piece of pie on the house any time which just made your heart swell even more at how generous and kind he was, even to a stranger he just met.

“You are just the sweetest- thank you so much, Sorry what was your name I never caught it-“

“LIP! Lippy lip lip lip!” The girl sings again, gasping when you came over with your large unicorn “She’s so fluffy I’m gonna die!” She squealed, hugging it tight “what’s its name?” She asked you, looking up with a bright sugar rush smile. This kids gonna sleep good tonight

“Uh- Baby Glitter!” You told her and she smiled

“Baby glitter is perfect” she told you and her mother giggled, a bit nervously at all of her energy likely so far past her bedtime.

“Well, Lip- thank you again. We’re gonna have to check out your restaurant! Alright Marley say goodbye to your new friend we have to go home now I said just one more ride” her mother told her and she pouted, handed your unicorn back over.

“Byeee Lip, I had fun playing with you” she gave him one last hug and you felt like your heart could explode with the way he ruffled her hair and pat her back in such a brotherly way.

“You too kid, be good f’y’r mom heard?” He told her and she nods, taking her mom’s hand and they head off into the crowd.

“You’d be a good dad” you said softly, taking his hand and lacing his fingers with yours. He laughed, shaking his head

“She was just a good kid” he counters.

You’d ended up together at the ferris wheel, luckily it wasn’t one that had to be balanced with weight so you could snuggle up to Lip with his jacket wrapped tight around you and legs over his lap. As soon as you got far enough from the ride operator he even pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and resting his head back as he blew the smoke out.

You sat and just watched him, admiring the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed or the way he adorably sniffled once in a while since the poor guy had year round allergies it seemed, and never bothered with Zyrtec or any allergy medicine at all. “You’re pretty” you said softly, chin resting on his pec as you as you watched him.

He chuckled a bit, his cheeks flushing a cute pink. Before you, no one had ever called Lip ‘cute’ - He had been called a plethora of things.

Disobedient, disorderly, rude, loud, obnoxious, violent, a bad influence, a waste of potential -

But pretty? That was something that started (and he told himself very likely ended) with you.

“That’s all you c’mere” he tilted your chin up, giving you a sweet and tender kiss, cupping your cheek with his other hand and stroking his thumb across it. When he pulled from your lips he kissed across your forehead and browbone, down your nose to your cheekbones and then leaving one final lingering kiss on your jaw before having another drag of his cigarette casually. Your heart felt like it was thumping out of your chest, and your belly was swarming with so many butterflies it was as if migration season came early.

But that wasn’t new, it felt like that every day with lip. Ever the gentle, sweet, kind, affectionate man you had yearned for every past boyfriend to be for you. But you figured it was just the universes way of teaching you to appreciate French Vanilla Bean type of love - rich, fulfilling as opposed to the cheap watered down fake chemical crap that comes in a bottle with a squeeze lid.

So many emotions washed over you, gratitude, love, fulfillment, appreciation, but for some reason what won over- was lust. You weren’t quite sure where it came from, but by the time you had stopped at the top, you were in the depths of a passionate, heated makeout session - cigarette long crushed out.

The smoke scent clung to his palms that cradled your cheeks as if you were a fine porcelain doll to be cherished and gently caressed. He hummed softly, disconnecting your lips and soft puffs of breath fanning over your spit-slick lips as his mind short circuited a moment due to your hand trailing down and popping the button of his jeans, and pulling him free of his boxers and pants.

“You sure?” He asked carefully, hands trailing to your shoulders and squeezing them gently as if to silently tell you it was ok if you just got too caught up in the lust of it all. Lip Gallagher - ever the gentleman. In response you gently stroke over him, using the pre that had started to leak out of his hardening pink tip to give yourself some lubricating before reconnecting your lips once more, opening your mouth for him.

A small whine escaped your throat when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, his hips rutting up into your hand subconsciously. His stomach muscles flex under your touch as you slightly tighten your grasp, twisting your hand with each return pass.

Such actions was causing him to lose all resolve. He panted softly into your mouth, licking and sucking your tongue, breaking to grunt softly at the feeling of his dick trying to twitch at the delicious stimulation you provided but being unable to due to the literal grip you had on him.

“Doin’ so good- so fuckin good baby - god. Jesus fuckin Christ. Such a good girl f’me, huh?” He praised, giving you more sloppy kisses to be sure no moans escaped his throat and if they did would be muffled most of the way by your mouth.

You hummed at the praise tilting your head down and letting a glob of spit fall into your hand, using it as added slick to pump your hand faster and he bit his lip, nose scrunching adorably as he tried to hold himself back. “You gonna cum? Mm? Wanna cum in my hand baby?” You said in the shell of his ear hotly before taking the lobe between your teeth, slowing your strokes and rubbing over his sensitive leaky tip with the silky soft pad of your tongue.

The action made his jaw fall slack, head resting over the ledge of the ride and as you started moving again you quickened your pace realizing you were on your decent back to the bottom. “Yeah? Er you want me to swallow it? Hmm? Get on my knees for you-“ you goad, egging on his release.

He looks at you and nodded fervently, rendered speechless by the actions of your hand causing you giggle a bit- getting on your knees and out of sheer routine Lip gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail and watched as you took him into your mouth, giving his tip sensual little kitten lips and tapping his cock against your tongue making soft wet thudding noises only to be heard by the two of you.

“So fuckin filthy- huh? So eager to have a mouthful’a cum with all these people around?” He eases your head down and you let your jaw fall more slack, swirling and slurping your tongue around him how you’d learned drives him wild.

It wasn’t long of lewd slurping and soft moans of enjoyment coming from you as you continued to get him off, before you felt it.

Success.

You braced yourself as he began using your hair to roughly fuck your face, panting softly as he worked himself through his high. “Jeeeesus - good fuckin’ girl, yeah? That’s my good fuckin girl- my girl” He rambled on as he worked himself through his high. You swirl and slurp around him, swallowing down all you could before he pulled you off

“So fuckin pretty with a mouth full’a’cum, how’s that possible?” He pats your cheek lovingly as you opened your mouth to show the stringy sticky white mess he left. You shrugged a bit, smiling friskely and swallowing, making a show of licking your lips off and he grabbed your jaw, collecting the mix of saliva and cum on your chin with the pad of this thumb before sticking it in your mouth

“Clean it up” he ordered and in turn you sucked the digit clean obediently. “Good girl, now come act decent in front’a’these people, yeah?” He tapped your cheek lightly and fixed his jeans and boxers as you come and plop back down next to him, licking your swollen lips that were adorned with a satisfied smirk as you completed your decent to the bottom

“Mmmm- oh my god literally the trip here was worth it just for this it’s the best” you hum softly, taking another bite of funnel cake from between Lips fingers when he put it to your mouth.

“Can’t lie it’s pretty fuckin good” he said, popping another piece in his mouth.

“Can you believe there are sinners in the world that put marinara sauce on this?!” You said and Lip starts laughing, shaking his head. “What? What!! It’s gross, you like it?” You asked not sure what was so funny

“Baby- babe” he coughs a bit, trying to catch his breath “oh god- y’fuckin kill me, kid. That’s fried dough, people do that with- you’re right, someone would be a fucking psychopath if they put marinara sauce on their cake” he said and you started laughing as well, shaking your head at your own confusion

“I love you” you said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. He blushed a bit, turning his face and giving you a real kiss. A kiss that tasted like tobacco and powdered sugar, and sticky sweet love.

“I love you, baby” he said in that soft low way you loved.

From that year on, the Carnival was a yearly date for the two of you.

A/N: EEE! My longest Lip fic to date!!! I hope you enjoyed, if you did please be sure to like / reblog to let me know ❤️ as always, (kind) critiques & feedback are always SO appreciated! Ilyilyilyyy all!!!

D/C: @carmybrainworms - Wormy stayed up until the wee hours of the morning last night beta reading this for me, Wormy 🪱, thank you for tasting my potatoes so many times!!! I love you down bbg

@mouseymilkovich - Mousey Mouse 🐁! Thank you so much for all your encouragement in writing Lip & inspiring me to do so! I love you so much ❤️

@carmenberzattosgf - My sweetest Martini 🍸, thank you for always lifting me up on hard days, supporting my work, being an all around kick ass friend, and feeding the fandom with your amazing Carmy goodness while I’ve been on this Lip kick! Smooches for days for you (you already know that💋💋💋)

& finally, @daysofyellowroses - my lovely flower 🌼, welcome back to the app baby!!! We missed you so much, even though we’ve been talking BTS, I am happy to see the writing bug has paid you a visit (a very good one that Kerry fic still has me sweating)

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“ PRIDE ” 

Lip finds out that you’ve been trying to apply for college scholarships on his behalf and without his knowledge (angst/fluff)

pairing ➵ boyfriend!lipgallagher x reader

 words ➵ 1.4k+ (short + sweet)

 warnings ➵ 18+ a/n ➵ 18+, usual shameless themes made light, jokes of killing future partners, implied sex (no smut), 

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Lip's voice blared from the hallway, drowning out his charging footsteps as he entered his small, shared bedroom.

"What's wrong?" you asked from your seat on his bed.

"Don't you fucking give me that," Lip rolled his eyes, "Why the fuck do you have to always be in my business y/n?"

You sat up to face Lip, noticing the paper scrunched between his white-knuckled fist. The college application paperwork you found for Lip must of been sent to his home address and your heart dropped.

"Lip, I was just trying to-" You admitted, getting down from his bunk and down to his level and explain how you thought he could make it.

"Help? I've gotten myself this far on my own without Frank, without Monica, I don't need your fucking help," Lip interrupted.

"I know you have, I know all of it Lip. I know you're been responsible for your brothers and sisters, and so loyal to your family that I knew you wouldn't of put yourself and your future first. Just this one time you can Lip, you can do really well in college-"

"So what? So I have to be the fucking golden goose?" Lip mocked, "We can hardly afford rent, how the fuck did you think I could afford to waste time at college? We need money y/n."

"You can get out of here! You can get a degree and a good paying, real job! You don't have the be the sole provider. You might not be able to see it for yourself but you have so much potential Lip, you can break the curse, just please don't waste it here".

"You're fucking delusional y/n, it's so easy for you to say. You have good parents, but who's going to take care of Liam now that Fiona's in jail? Ian supposed to babysit during his manic episodes? Carl's going to pay for electricity from juvie? Debbie's just a kid." Lip questioned rhetorically and raised his voice.

"I can-"

"Oh fuck off," He laughed enraged, "Don't give me that shit. You want to tell me not to waste my potential here but you want to piss yours away? For what? For Me?" Lip threw his hands behind his head and exhaled with frustration. The anger coursing through him hadn't yet dissipated.

Your eyes began to sting, you didn't want to cry but you just wished he could see himself how everyone else did. His siblings admired Lip as the closest thing they had to a father figure and you could understand the pressure that followed, but they wanted him to do well too.

They understood sacrifice more than anyone. Banding together as a unit since Fiona was only 9 years old, the Gallaghers saw the opportunities and life she gave up to raise her siblings and there are still no guarantees on how they would turn out.

It was so hard on everyone to see Fiona fall, you couldn't take the thought of anything close happening to Lip. Not just for everyone's sake, but also his survival. His subconscious to self-sabotage broke your heart after you'd seen him take shit from Karen more times than he deserved.

Getting out of the south-side just while he studied could be just what Lip needed to catch a break from dysfunctional life and never ending pain.

"I'm not a fucking broken thing for you to fix y/n," Lip spat, his blue eyes poisoned with temper, "You need to fuck off."

"Fuck you Lip, I love you just listen to me-" you began to reason.

"Fuck me?" He spoke under his breathe trying his hardest not to blow up any further. As Lip ran a hand through his hair in frustration, you could notice the protruding veins that stuck out of his henley, peppered with worn out holes.

“Yes fuck you! How many of the kids that we hate have you set up for college but you won’t do the same for yourself, the one who actually deserves it?”

“They don’t have a fucking functioning brain cell but they have money. If you haven’t noticed the world is set up for them to win, I can’t get that far with nothing. How would I afford fucking tuition?”

"Your intelligence is a fucking gift okay, more than you realise. You're lucky to have it and you set the curve so don’t give me that. Lip you can get places with a scholarship, you don’t have to believe me," You held his arms, "If that means I take your place here for the mean-time I’d jump at the chance. It's what you do for people you love, you've done it for your family forever. Let me just lessen the load."

"I can't leave them like our parents left us," Lip whispered in anger. His deepest fear became realised. Whatever he did, he didn’t want to turn out into the thing that burdened his siblings for their whole life like his parents had. Just speaking the words was too much to bare, he didn’t even want to risk it becoming manifested somehow.

He was now leaning his forehead down against yours. He was so tired of barely surviving. So tired of the cycle he felt stuck in, no matter how hard him and his siblings tried to better their lives. Their reality became impossible to escape and began to feel like any way out was only a dream.

"You aren't leaving Lip. You can come home and visit on weekends, for movie nights and birthdays. Everyone would love to see you do this, just for you and if you do this now you can set yourself up for forever.”

You tried to draw Lip’s eyes back to your own. Those sea blue eyes were your safety house, and much like yours to Lip. Sometimes words weren’t as powerful as the look of love that you’d shared within many hard moments you’d found yourself in, like whenever Monica came back or seeing your almost shared family fall.

“Who knows, it might inspire them to do the same and make it out after only seeing Frank fail them so many times, you've given us all so much hope since just achieving your diploma." You gently pleaded, not giving up so easily.

You brushed Lip’s jaw and held the back of his neck, giving him comfort and support the way only you knew he liked best. Placing soft and gentle kisses over old scars from fights within his hair line and forehead.

"Do you really think I can do this?" Lip muttered, he'd never been one to question himself so you both knew he was seriously considering this.

“Even college professors think you’re a genius easily Lip. You don’t have to just take it from me, but if it helps I’ve always known you could do it.”

Lip held your hands in his. A gentle gesture as if to say thank you without needing to mouth the words. He’d never felt so loved. Your approval was all he needed now, and growing to trust and believe in himself was a journey he’d only began since knowing and loving you.

“You know what else,” you smiled up at your boyfriend after Lip kissed you passionately, “You’d only have to share your room with one other person at college.”

“Oh is that right?” Lip smirked.

“Mhm,” you agreed, “Perhaps more time alone for me with a hot college boy.”

“No more little brothers and Debbie’s daycare kids around all the time huh? Not that you’re quiet now, but we can really make some noise whenever we wanted there hey?”

Lip pulled you closer to him and peppered you with more kisses. You tried not to laugh and give into his dirty mind too early as you finally had some power in the argument.

“Oh so now I have your attention Gallagher,” you teased him smartly, “I should have started with this point all along.”

“You know me so well,” Lip whispered into a kiss.

“Oh I definitely do. If I ever catch you with a little, trashy, blonde sorority chick I will have cut your dick off though,” you joked, landing your hands on his broad chest.

“Lucky for you I’m over those kind of blondes now. But if you run off with some dumb college football jock I’ll kill him on sight, you’re stuck with me forever.” Lip bantered with you.

“I’d like to see you try,” you teased him back and he grabbed your ass playfully.

“What the fuck did I ever do to deserve you.” Lip admitted, looking at you with complete adoration. Taking in every inch of you as he swayed your smaller frame between his arms.

"You're not so bad for a Gallagher" You winked before kissing him lustfully.

"Hey smart-ass, one day you’ll be one too,” Lip breathed, “I’ll make fucking sure of it.”

Your boyfriend couldn’t wait another second, his hands roamed your body lasciviously. Words weren’t enough to show you his adoration and passion for you. He was going to love you harder than ever.

He didn’t even know he could be the type to make love or go to college. It seemed like everything in his life he endured had lead him to this. As corny as it sounded, since loving you Lip had learnt both were possible. Everything you’d tolerated from him in the past hadn’t phased you, you passed every test of Gallagher life with Lip. He wondered what else could become possible in the future with you beside him and he didn’t want to leave it up to chance.

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rice purity - lip gallagher

3.2k words

lip gallagher x reader, friends to lovers, hickeys, talk of sex, weed, shotgunning

PART TWO is out!!!

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it started out as a joke. as most things with lip normally did. we had been marking off our rice purity tests, each of us in turn, and showing the other everything we’d done or hadn’t done, issuing gasps and mock cries of disbelief from both of us.

we were sitting on the faithful old couch in my bedroom, lip holding up his phone and checking off numbers left and right with me leaning over and watching in awe. lip was just about in the middle of the quiz, number 37: gave oral sex. i watched, mesmerized as he tapped the little box to the left of the question, indicating that he had, in fact, gone down on a girl.

i faked a gasp and he looked at me, a smug smile on his face. i mostly faked the gasp to look like i really didn’t care, but in reality, i was trying to push away the image of a sweaty lip, looking up at me from between my legs.

“so gentlemanly, phillip,” i teased.

he nudged me in the arm. “what can i say? im a sucker for giving,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

i feigned gagging before responding. “so you’re saying you’ve actually succeeded at making a girl cum? because i’m quite doubtful.” i deadpanned.

“hey,” he said, matching my serious expression and leaning forward further. “if you don’t believe me, i can always try it on you. then you can judge for yourself.”

i stared at him for a moment, attempting to register what he’d said, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. trying to make a quick recovery from my shock, i pushed his face away from mine playfully. “in your dreams, gallagher.”

he muttered something that sounded awfully like, “in your dreams, too.”

“what’s that?” i cupped my ear towards him.

“oh absolutely nothing. let’s finish this bullshit so i can see yours,” lip retorted.

and so it went, lip checking off almost every box, except for some regarding breaking the law. when he reached number 70, had sexual intercourse 10 or more times, i shifted uncomfortably, leaning my head against his shoulder.

we both knew that i was a virgin, while he was a self proclaimed “sex genius.” i wasn’t too sure about that, but it in no way helped my wandering daydreams of him when i touched myself.

i’d been friends with lip for years, and he’d never exactly been innocent. those past few years especially, though, he’d grown a bit more into the fuckboy lifestyle, and had been rumored to just fuck girls and leave before they even woke up the next morning.

this was one of the reasons i’d never made a move on him before, even though he was glaringly gorgeous and crazy smart. i was scared i’d lose him.

another reason was all of his experience and my lack thereof. i had no confidence that he’d even want to do anything with me; i was almost sure that he’d reject the idea of fucking a virgin, hypothesizing that i’d become irrevocably attached to him and never want to leave his side.

of course, i’d never talked to HIM about any of this, so it was all really speculation from my point of view.

however, not two minutes after i’d had these thoughts, i watched him check off number 84, had sex with a virgin, that blush crawling right back up my neck.

the rest of the list went smoothly, lip checking off almost every sexual experience the quiz had to offer before we both grimaced at the two unchecked boxes at the end of the test: numbers 99 and 100, committed an act of incest and engaged in beastiality.

“you know what, come to think of it, i almost fucked my cousin once,” lip said thoughtfully, turning to look at me. “third cousin. not even related by blood!” he added defensively, staring at my shocked face.

“lip. how the hell did you almost fuck your cousin?” i questioned skeptically, laughing at his expression.

“long story short: there was a wedding, there was champagne, and there was an empty hotel suite.” he said, sighing, as i laughed.

“interesting,” i told him. “let’s get your final score, shall we?”

he nodded in approval, and clicked the calculate my score box. a large red 38 appeared on the screen. i goggled at the number while lip laughed at my incredulous expression.

“did you think it would be higher?” he asked, smiling at me.

“i mean— i didn’t really know what to expect,” i defended, still shocked by the number.

“aw. after all the time you’ve known me, you still thought i was innocent just like you.” he said, tapping me on the nose for good measure.

i shoved his hand away. “i know for a fact that you aren’t innocent, especially by whatever standards you’re using.” i pulled out my own phone, but lip stole it from me as soon as i’d typed in the password.

i let him find the rice purity website, watching his hands work, knowing

those hands would visit my imagination later.

i was cleared of my daydreaming when he handed me the phone, this time laying his own head on my shoulder, a warm, tumbly feeling tossing over in my throat. i cleared it and began reading the questions.

i got through the first four questions without checking off a box, my face stinging as i checked the next two boxes that referred to kissing someone. lip gasped beside me and rose off my shoulder.

“you never told me you had your first kiss?” he said, a glint of hurt in his eye.

“i— i didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” i lied.

“it definitely is. for you at least,” he smiled as i shoved him again. “tell me what happened.” he implored, looking at me like a puppy.

i sighed. “lip, honestly, it was no big deal. remember last summer i went to camp for two weeks?” he nodded his confirmation.

“worst two weeks of my life,” he said quietly.

“well. i met this guy, you know jack thomas?” again, lip nodded, his face telling me to go on. “well there was a lot of flirting, honestly most of it was flirting, but at the end of camp, on the last night, he took me to the lake and i expected this big, wonderful kiss, but it was so lame. he said, ‘you’re so awesome,’ and then i guess he kissed me. but it was less of a kiss and more of him licking my lips, pretending he knew what he was doing.” i paused, looking at lip’s face. he hadn’t looked away from me once. “and then we left camp and he never texted. the end.” i finished lamely. lip was registering the story, something like relief settling into his features.

“i always knew jack thomas was a dick,” lip said unceremoniously, looking off into space as if he were imagining jack’s face in front of him.

“well that’s the story, sorry it’s absolutely boring. especially compared to what you’ve done,” i added, testing the boundaries.

“you’re right. i’ve done much worse,” he grinned at me. “but i’ve never been kissed by a boy, so you’ve got me there.” he teased.

“more like licked by a boy,” i rolled my eyes at him.

“well in that case i’ve definitely got you beat. growing up with carl? no question.”

“alright gallagher, get ahold of yourself,” i laughed at him. i kept moving down the list, trying to make light of the fact that i had done nearly nothing on there. once i had passed number 11, given or received a hickey, lip stopped me by grabbing my phone from my hand.

“dude,” he started seriously. “not even a hickey?”

i shook my head, a weak smile set on my face.

he looked as though he was lost in thought for a moment. “what if i help you lower your score?” he asked, searching my eyes.

i widened my stare, my heart hammering. “meaning…?” i implored.

“meaning, let’s do some things on here that you’ve never done. so you can check them off.” lip explained, gesticulating like it was obvious.

i thought for a moment, the glaringly obvious set in my head: he had initially just offered to do anything to me, if i wanted to. “sure,” i said, trying to seem casual.

“is it a ‘sure’ or is it a ‘yes’? because i’m not doing it if it’s not completely what you want,” he told me.

“yes, lip, it’s a yes.”

he smiled a devilish smile. “okay first things first, a hickey. it’s easy,” he assured me. “can i give one to you or do you want to do it to me?” he asked.

“definitely do it to me. i’m sure you’re way more skilled at hickeys than i am.” i responded.

“if you wanna stop at any point, just let me know and i’ll back the fuck off.” he reminded me. i nodded in response.

he moved my hair from my neck, my heartbeat quickening as he placed his hand around the back of it. “hey,” he said, his mouth awfully close to my ear. “i haven’t even done it yet. your heart’s beating like a fucking jackrabbit.”

“god this is fucking embarrassing. just fucking do it!” i laughed nervously, awaiting his mouth on my neck.

he moved in even closer, and i could smell his scent: fresh wood and that everlasting cigarette smell that i could never get out of my room once he left. all of a sudden his lips were on my neck, a little below my ear, sucking and nipping with his teeth. i was absolutely sure he could hear my heartbeat, it was pounding so loud.

i wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, so i moved one of them on top of his hand that was gripping the back of my neck, and massaged his fingers. i felt his breath hitch against my skin when i did this, and he pulled away just enough to whisper in my ear, “didn’t know my innocent girl knew what she wanted.”

i exhaled slowly. my innocent girl.

his lips kept on sucking a mark into my skin, and my other hand leapt to his hair, massaging it and feeling its softness. i leaned into him as he pulled away to admire his work. i let out a little “fuck,” as he met my eyes again, his lips glistening and a devious smile playing on his face.

“well princess. you can check that off the list,” he said, casually picking my phone back up to, i presumed, check it off the list. i cleared my throat and turned away, remembering that this was just a game to him. that was okay with me, i just had to remember it.

“don’t call me that,” i turned back, and realized that the list was on my phone, and he’d picked up his. “what the hell are you doing, lip?” i questioned, covering my face bashfully as he held up his own phone to take my picture.

“well, you have to see it, otherwise it definitely doesn’t count.” he pointed out.

i sighed and removed my hands from my face, turning my neck outwards towards his camera and striking a pose. he grinned and flashed the photo, then showed it to me. i blushed. below my ear there was a red mark, and i felt a twinge of nerves pass through my heart.

“beautiful work, gallagher, really wonderful,” i said, mimicking a gallery snob. “how much do you want for it? one million? two million?”

“oh no, this is priceless, this is,” he said, matching my tone and motioning towards the hickey in question.

i laughed at him as i grabbed my phone again and found my place in the quiz. “would you like to do the honors?” i said, showing the phone to lip, who had once again leaned his head onto my shoulder. he pressed the little box next to number 11, given or received a hickey, and smiled up at me.

“what’s next, princess?”

“god damn it, i told you not to call me that.” i reminded him, not fully hating it.

“ah, princess, i just don’t care.”

i went through the next five questions with no boxes to be checked, until i hit number 17, masturbated. i smirked, checking off that box with confidence, while i felt lip smile into my shoulder.

“at least the princess can take care of herself,” he mumbled.

“oh i absolutely can. you’d be surprised the miracles these fingers can work,” i said, wiggling two of my fingers at him in jest. i watched as he blushed. he actually blushed.

“did you just blush?” i asked.

“well you can’t give me an extremely graphic scene and except me not to imagine it,” he retorted, the pink in his cheeks subsiding as he got his gusto back.

“so you’re saying you just imagined me fingering myself. real classy, lip.” i teased, secretly loving the idea of it.

he opened his mouth as if in protest, but i put a finger to his lips. “shhhhh my dear lip. i’ve heard what i needed to hear.”

i kept scrolling, occasionally marking a box about masturbating. lip stayed silent, apparently in awe at how much i’ve done by myself.

“hey, i can help with that one,” he said, pointing at number 25, been undressed by member of preferred sex.

“why, yes you can. good thing you can read.”

he rolled his eyes. “tell me you’re wearing a bra under that shirt,” he begged.

“you really don’t want to see me shirtless?” i teased, this time tapping him on the nose.

“i don’t think you want me to see you shirtless,” lip replied, his eyes wide. “but maybe i’m wrong about you, princess.”

trying to disregard what that meant, i responded quick. “all you have to do is take my top off. quick and easy, and technically that’s undressing me.”

“whatever you say,” he said, sitting up and watching me with those perfect eyes. i watched as he softly tugged on the hem of my tank top, easily pulling it up and over my head. i let my hair fall back into place, and once i’d looked back up, lip was staring at me with an expression of utmost hunger.

he immediately looked away, apparently embarrassed to have been caught staring. “oh come on, lip. you’ve seen my body before.”

“i know, just,” he paused, considering his words carefully. “not like this.”

i blushed, rubbing my eyes to make it look like i’d made my face pink on purpose. i picked up my phone once again, finding my place. before lip could even say anything about number 30, i said, “i’m not giving you blue balls, so don’t even think about it.”

he looked scandalized. “i wasn’t even going to suggest that, princess. what little faith you have in me.”

i rolled my eyes, and handed him the phone. i moved down the couch and lay my head on his lap. “read them to me. i’ll tell you if i’ve done them.”

“had an orgasm due to someone else’s manipulation?” he asked.

“nope.”

“sent a sexually explicit text or instant message.”

“yes, actually.”

“dirty girl!” lip laughed. “who was the lucky recipient?”

“ugh, does it matter? obviously nothing came of it.”

“alright, alright. but what did you say?” he asked curiously.

i covered my eyes with my hand. “let’s just say it had something to do with a dream. and leave it at that.” i said, embarrassed.

“that gives me absolutely no information.” lip complained.

“that’s what you’re getting! check it off and move on.”

we had smooth sailing for a while, me giggling every time lip asked about anything sexual, us both knowing full well that i hadn’t done anything.

“used marijuana?” lip read.

“no,” i sighed for the hundredth time. instead of continuing, lip stopped.

he lowered the phone and gazed at me on his lap. “this i can help with.” he said confidently. “sit up a second?” he asked.

i did, gazing at him as he fumbled in his jeans pocket for something, finally pulling out an obviously self-rolled joint. “you’re gonna waste your weed on me?” i asked, and i meant it.

“not wasting anything,” he assured me, fishing around his other pocket for a lighter, which he soon retrieved. “i’ll show you.”

i watched him light the joint, watched the focus in his eyes, his fingers looking ever enticing doing something so nimble. he looked back up at me. “suck it in, but don’t inhale it. once it’s in your mouth, take a breath and let it go down.”

he demonstrated, putting the joint to his lips and slowly sucking in, letting it fill his mouth. he daintily took the joint out and took a deep, slow breath through his nose, easily inhaling the smoke. i watched him turn his head and blow it out the open window, ensuring no smoke waft in my room.

i was surely blushing, watching him do something he was so good at, but he payed no mind. “your turn,” he said, passing me the joint.

he nodded encouragingly, and repeated his instructions. “suck it in, just like that,” he said as i let the smoke fill my mouth. it was slightly sweet and incredibly strong. i couldn’t help it, i inhaled a tiny bit and started coughing up a storm. once i’d coughed up the rest of the smoke, i saw lip wasn’t making fun of me, but laughing and smiling. “first time’s always the hardest,” he assured me.

“i wanna try again,” i said boldly, putting the joint back up to my mouth.

“of course you’re trying again. i’m not leaving until you’ve successfully inhaled.”

i tried once more, sucking in the smoke slowly, letting the taste linger a little before taking a slow, deep breath, just as lip had, and feeling the fresh air mixed with the weed flood down my throat. i leaned over him and shakily exhaled out of the window, then turned back as he watched my proudly.

“and that’s how it’s done, ladies and gentlemen!” lip exclaimed, taking the joint back from me.

i made a mock bow and watched him gracefully take another hit. maybe it was the weed, or maybe i was just sick of waiting and watching him be perfect, but i said, “you know what i always wanted to try?”

“hm?” he inquired, flicking the joint so the ashes fell outside my window.

“shotgunning.” i held my breath, waiting for his response.

“then i absolutely must indulge,” lip confirmed, smiling wide. “come here,” he motioned for me to move closer to him. i did, my legs hanging across his lap as our faces drew ever nearer.

“you ready?” he asked. i nodded, eager beyond eager.

he slowly took a hit, inhaled, and moved closer to my face. his lips were less than a centimeter from mine, and i opened my mouth in anticipation. his unoccupied hand found the side of my head, and gripping my cheek, he opened his mouth and exhaled into my own, his eyes closed as if in pleasure.

i sucked in the smoke, pulling back from him, only to inhale and exhale right onto his face, watching his nose scrunch to prevent the smoke from traveling up his nostrils.

he opened his eyes, and finally said the words i’d been waiting to hear for years.

“can i kiss you?”

PART TWO click here

[agent-grey-fics]

Summer heat | Lip Gallagher x reader

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Reader Summary: y/n and Lip have been together for a while, it's another heatwave in Chicago and y/n decides on making popsicles for the kids. Little did she know that Lip wanted to play house with her. Warnings: sex and swearing Wordcount: 1.600

18+, Minors do not interact!

The house was quiet. It was an odd scenery at the Gallagher’s since the household of six involved a lot of shouting, laughing and drama on a daily basis.  The only sound was the fan that Lip had placed in the corner of his room. It made a soft humming noise while it tried to cool the both of you down. It was unsuccessful. Sweat drops were spread all over your body and halfway through the night you had taken off your t-shirt because the fabric was clinging to your body. Lip was still fast asleep next to you, his brown-blondish hair stuck to his forehead and a soft snore left his lips. The alarm clock on his bedside table showed 6:00 AM, the household wouldn’t get up for another hour and a half. As quietly as possible you tried to get out of bed, putting Lip’s old shirt that you used as a pyjama back on followed by an old pair of jeans shorts.  A hoarse groan left his lips as you were putting your hair up in a messy bun. ‘Whatcha doin’? Get back in bed it’s not seven-thirty yet.’ A soft smile spread across your face. 'Shh, you can stay in, I can’t sleep anymore it’s way too hot.’ 'Whatever.’ A soft chuckle left your lips when you heard his reply and walked out of his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was going to be another hot summer day in Chicago and you decided that you would make some popsicles for the kids to cool down during the day. Ian had brought home some bottles of ice tea from his job a couple of days ago, Linda said that they could have them since it would be nice for the kids to drink during the heatwave. The little monsters immediately tackled the beverages but there was almost one full bottle left and you decided to water it down to make the popsicles.

You searched through the various cupboards, looking for the popsicle moulds Fiona bought at the dollar store last summer. 'Where the fuck did Fi put this stuff?’ you mumbled to yourself while you were crouching on the kitchen floor. You remembered that there were two sets of moulds, one of them was bright yellow but you didn’t remember the other one. A smile spread on your face when you felt the familiar shape of the moulds in the back of the lowest shelf. 'Score.’ You pulled them out and gave them a firm scrub before you used them. Last summer, Ian made some alcohol-infused popsicles for the sixteen plus family members. You remembered it because Lip had been eating those things all day long and ended up throwing up all evening because he got a sunburst and on top of that he was drunk as fuck from those icecreams.

While you were filling the moulds, a pair of muscular arms sneaked around your waist pulling you into someone’s chest. 'Looks who’s awake.’ you laughed when he pressed a trail of small kisses against your neck. 'Are you playing house without me y/n?’ It was a husky mumble that left his mouth, it was one of the sexiest sounds you ever heard. A soft chuckle left your lips when you heard his accusation. 'I’m sorry Mr Gallagher but you stayed in bed and someone has to take care of the kids.'  He was grinning when you turned around in his arms to face him. 'And I didn’t know that you wanted to play house with me?'  He placed a small kiss on your lips, avoiding answering your question out loud. 'What are you making?’ He let go of your waist and he hoisted himself up on the counter next to. 'Just some popsicles with the leftovers of the ice tea Ian brought home from work the other day. Figured it would be nice for the kids later today when it will be crazy hot again.’ He made an 'o’ shaped form with his mouth and nodded agreeing with your plan. 'I’ll be so so so happy if it rains one of the next days, I slept so bad because of this stupid heat.’ You said while placing the lids on the moulds so you could put them in the freezer. 'It must be nice living on the Northside of town, having an AC in every room of the house during this time of year.’ Lip mumbled while he ran one of his hands through his hair. You walked over and stood in between his legs while reaching for his neck with your hands. 'This is one of the few moments that I would want to be a rich Northsider. Did you already take a shower?’ He shook his head while mischief spread across his face. Lip jumped off the counter and pulled you by your hand upstairs into the bathroom. He locked the door immediately after the two of you walked in. 'What are you planning on doing?’ you asked, your voice had a daring tone. 'I thought that I could show you my gratitude.’ You shook your head smiling. 'All jokes aside, you know that I do all of this because I love your family right, you don’t need to compensate any of it but I’ll do take your offer this one time.’ His eyes turned darker when he heard my answer, he walked over to the shower and turned on the water so it could heat up. 'Just shut up and take your clothes off,’ he ordered and you happily obliged the dominant tone in his voice. You both tossed your clothes on the bathroom floor and before you could say another word he had placed his lips on yours. The kiss deepened while he dragged his hands slowly over your arms, leaving a trace of goosebumps where his needy fingers touched your skin. His hands stopped at your hips where he slowly drew inconsistent figures, his hands felt rough in contrast to your own skin. He caught you off guard when he lifted you up and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist while he carried you into the bathtub underneath the showerhead. Water dripping over your naked bodies collided in a hot mess. He leaned back for a moment, locking eyes waiting for your consent. You smiled in response and placed your hand on his face, feeling the soft stubble on his chin. 'So polite and dominant at the same time.’ You teased him while you ran your hand through his hair and pulled softly. Without a warning he entered and a moan left your lips. 'I thought you liked me being dominant, princess.’ Grunts left his mouth as he fastened his pace. You wrapped your arms close around his neck, pressing your nails into the freckled skin of his back. The water still ran over your bodies and you threw your head back when his thrusts became harder and deeper. 'Lip,’ you moaned while pulling his hair, 'faster, please.’ His hands were placed on your ass and he started squeezing, hard. 'Fuck,’ he grunted through his teeth as he felt you digging your nails into his back. He lowered his head so he could softly bite the flesh of your perky breast. Sucking the skin, leaving lovebites all over.

'Y/n, are you almost done? I need to go to the toilet?’ Carl’s voice pulled you both out of your trance and your heads turned towards the door. The door handle went up and down as the kid tried to open the door. 'Talk to him.’ Lip commanded you in a low voice while he let his teeth grace your ear. 'I-’ You couldn’t even start your sentences because Lip thrusts so hard that a moan almost left your lips. 'I’ll be out in a second buddy.’ You did your best to talk in a steady voice so that he would not notice your little hookup shower session. 'I can always join you.’ That little devil always tried to push the bar. 'Don’t think your brother would ap-appreciate that.'  Lip grunted in your ear as he slowed his pace, deepening his thrusts. 'Okay, see you in a bit.’

You both heard how the boy walked away. Lip’s fingers were squeezing your flesh and you started moving yourself since you needed a little more. 'Please fuck me,’ you begged the blond-haired man, back arching so your breasts were pressed against his chest. A soft chuckle left his lips as he picked up his pace again. 'Fuck me, Lip Gallagher. Come inside me,’ you moaned as you felt how he thrust his cock fast and deep into your wet pussy. 'You like that don’t you? Me filling you all the way up.’ He was teasing you but it pushed you over the edge.  'You want to play house with our own little monsters don’t you.’ The lower part of your body pulled together when he mumbled those words into your ear and left you trembling. Lip placed one of his hands over your mouth when you moaned loudly. A cocky grin spread over his face when he saw the zoned-out look on your face. 'We have to do it more in the shower.’ Lip mumbled while he gave you a mischievous look. You nodded while you put your hands loosely around his neck. He placed his forehead against yours, catching his breath, his hard cock still inside you. 'Let’s get us all cleaned up shall we,’ he said when he slowly lifted you of his cock and put you back down on your own feet.

Ten minutes later you walked into the kitchen and Carl stormed upstairs when he realised the bathroom was free. 'Don’t you like a good refreshing shower at the start of a hot summer day?'  You punched Lip against his shoulder and walked over to Fiona who was making breakfast. 'Oh Fi, I made popsicles for the kids for later today.’

[hawkinsuniversity]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

series summary : when fionna brings you home one night the gallaghers are unsure of how to react, however, if there is one thing they are sure of, it is how much they each want a turn with you.

series warning : this series is going to contain extremely explicit and smutty content and is quite literally the most shameless thing you may ever read. this series is mainly going to consist of smut and content discussing poly relationships.

pairing : lip gallagher x fem!reader

warnings : swearing, arguing, mentions of prostitution, mentions of sex trafficking and sex slavery, mentions of drinking, mentions of homelessness, agression, smut, penetrative sex, degradation, physical violence, dumbification, dirty talk, praise kink, domination, spanking, and mocking.

12:05 pm (y/n’s perspective)

“fionna what the fuck!” a loud male voice boomed in my ears.

“would you please just let me explain!” another voice screamed back at the first. this one was female.

“no fionna! what the fuck is wrong with you! you can’t just be bringing illegal prostitutes home with you! ok? we barely have enough food to last us the rest of the week and now you wanna feed another person?!”

“what did you want me to do? did you want me to leave her to be sold into sex slavery!”

“i don’t know fionna, but it’s not my fucking problem, ok?! jesus christ.”

the two voices continued to yell back and forth at one another as the room slowly came into focus.

i was laying on an old beaten up sofa in a small living room that was filled with an assortment of loose papers, clothes, and junk.

“look, all i’m asking for is a few hours, ok? thats it! just stay with her until i get back from my shift, and then you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” the female voice stated calmly.

i looked to my left and saw a small entrance to what i assumed was the kitchen.

“fionna i have a quantum physics essay to write and i cant do that if i have to babysit a 19 year old prostitute that you brought home while drunk!” the male voice screamed.

“lip, we need the money from my shift at patsey’s. just work on your essay here. i seriously need to go.” the female voice hurriedly replied.

“make sure she doesn’t have anything else to drink!” the voice spoke up again, and within seconds the sound of a door slamming echoed throughout the house.

as i swung my legs over the side of the couch i felt the entire room slowly start to spin, and i grasped at my head in agony.

“fuck.” i murmered quietly under my breath.

i tried my best to stand up straight and slowly walked towards the kitchen.

as i reached the entrance to the kitchen i peered through the open archway to see a man who appeared to be around 19 or 20 years old sitting at a wooden dining table in front of an old laptop typing at a rapid rate.

“oh. you’re awake.” he said, and slowly turned to look up at me.

“where am i?” i asked quietly, with a slight shake to my voice.

“south side of chicago.” he stated plainly. “my idiot sister bought you off of your pimp last night so now she’s made you my problem.”

“oh.” i said softly. it was obvious he didn’t want me here and he continued to look up at me from his seat with a firm look of disapproval.

“why don’t you take a seat and sit tight while i finish this paper. once i’m done we can walk down to the nearest homeless shelter and get you some lunch before i take off to my advanced mathematics class.” he announced firmly. it was clear he wasn’t looking for any push back.

“ok.” i said quietly as i sat down in a wooden chair across from him.

i dreaded the thought of staying in a homeless shelter, but it was obvious i didn’t really have much of a choice.

“so whats your paper on?” i asked shyly, trying to start a conversation.

“nothing you’d understand.” he said without looking up.

“can you show me?” i replied, while standing up and slowly walking to the other side of the table.

“i don’t have time to show you! ok?! i told you to sit down and be quiet while i work on this. now if you could shut the fuck up that would be appreciated.” he lashed out aggressively.

“i’m sorry…” i whispered as i took a step forward and reached out to stroke his hair.

as my hand came in contact with the ends of his hair his right hand suddenly grasped mine and pulled mw towards him aggressively, causing my entire body to jolt.

“i told you to sit down and shut the fuck up.” he whispered harshly as he grabbed my waist and sat me on his lap.

“you cant even follow simple fucking instructions.” he hissed as he began to type on his computer again.

realising that i had pushed him far enough i decided to sit on his lap quietly as he finished his paper.

i watched as his long nimble fingers typed quickly on the keyboard and slowly let myself get distracted by his arms and his waist and how his body was incasing mine as he furiously typed.

slowly i shifted on his lap, attempting to get more comfortable, but immediately felt a slight buldge form quickly underneath me.

“you stupid slut.” he muttered under his breath.

my cheeks grew hot at his words as his hands flew to his belt and immediately started stripping his jeans off.

“i’m sorry… it was an accident.” i squeaked, trying to keep my composer.

“ohh i’m sure it was.” he said sarcastically before looking down at his lap and slowly started stroking himself.

“come here baby.” he said gently as he helped me up in order to hover over his erection.

only now did i realise that i didn’t have any panties on and was still wearing my short, black, strapless dress from the night club last night. the dress seemed to be covered in dried cum and stale beer, but still showcased my tits perfectly and was short enough to see the bottom half of my ass.

“its ok, i got you.” phillip coaxed soothingly as he started to gently lower me onto his dick.

“mhmm” i moaned as i felt him slip easily through my wet folds.

“this is how wet you are? huh? you’re this wet just from sitting here on my lap? holy fuck you’re a slut.” phillip whispered in my ear.

he slowly started to bounce me up and down while thrusting his hips into my ass, trying to get a rhythm started.

“your such a desperate whore. you couldn’t have just sat still.” he degraded as his hands found my breasts and quickly pulled them out of the top of my dress.

“uhh” i moaned as his big, veiny hands started to massage my chest in a circular motion.

“such a good girl for me.” he teased as my head flew backwards and landed on his chest.

“shhh, relax baby i got you” he praised quietly in my ear before gently picking me up and turning me around so that i was straddling him.

he slowly started to thrust his hips into mine and picked up the pace gradually.

i collapsed against his chest and immediately started moaning into his ear as he softly stroked my ass with his left hand while holding himself up with his right.

“are you gonna cum for me baby?” he mocked before sending 5 hard and quick thrusts straight into my g-spot.

“ye —“ i breathed out, exhausted.

“awww baby are you not able to speak properly? did i fuck you stupid sweetheart? come on and be a big girl and use your words.” he said cockily.

“i wanna cummm” i whined out desperately.

“don’t whine!” phillip scolded as his right hand quickly swatted my ass leaving a small red mark.

“please” i exhaled “let me cum daddy.”

“yea? go ahead and cum baby.” he said as he stood up and laid me on the kitchen table while continuing to thrust into me.

i felt the coil that had been building up in my stomach snap and i reached up and grasped onto his back before coming undone beneath him.

“hold on baby, let me get there.” phillip huffed as he kept thrusting into me.

“oh fuck” he breathed as he quickly pulled his dick out of me and came on my lower stomach.

as he laid me back down on the table and stood back to quickly scan my body.

my h/c hair was messily blown out around me and my tits had completely popped out of my dress. my ass and pussy were completely exposed and the bottom of my dress was pulled up around my stomach.

phillip looked at me stunned as i slowly tried to get up.

“come here” he said softly before wrapping his arms around my waist and carrying me upstairs to put me in the tub.

he ran the bath and filled it with hot water before carefully placing me in and stroking the back of my silky hair.

“its ok, you’re ok” phillip breathed as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“you’re gonna stay with us for a while. and i’m gonna make sure you’re ok.” he whispered into my ear and kissed my forehead.

and with that i fell asleep immediately.