You awake to a hand gently shaking your shoulder as you rub the sleep out of your eyes to reveal the youngest Gallagher boy standing at your side of you and Lip’s shared bed who right now has you possessively wrapped against his chest. You look at the clock; 4:05 am
“Liam?” your voice was still hoarse from fatigue, “Is everything okay?”
“Uh, yeah… it’s just..” Liam scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. He knew he was nine years old now, much too young to ask in such childish ways, but dammit he had had a nightmare, and there was nothing he wanted more than the comfort of his big brother and his ‘might-as-well-be sister.’ If he was honest though, he was mostly in search of you. From the moment you had stepped into his life, the two of you had shared a bond- a clear understanding of one another. You gave him a soft smile, and he knew by that small gesture alone that he didn’t need to explain himself.
You slowly reached for your boyfriend’s arms that were snuggly wrapped around your waist and eased your way out of his hold.
“Mmmm, stay still.” Lip protested sleepily, his eyes still closed, though his brows furrowed with slight irritation.
You pressed a kiss against his forehead, “Liam wants to come in.” Lip opened an eye to see his baby brother and sighed patting the middle of the mattress. Liam didn’t need to be told twice as he crawled in between the two of you, curling up to your side to which your arms responded by immediately wrapping themselves around the smaller boy.
“Yo, easy there.” Lip reached out for your pinkie finger with a larger one. His plans of cuddling may have been foiled, but at least he had something to hold onto. “I don’t need you stealing my girl.” Liam playfully rolled his eyes as he cuddled deeper against your side.
“Don’t have to, I’m already her favorite.”
You giggle as you wrap your arms tighter around Liam as his eyes begin to droop. You snuggle deeper into your pillow, your amazing boyfriend on the other side of the bed, arm stretched out to run his fingers through your hair and your honorary brother tucked into your side.
“Hmmm, two Gallagher boys fighting over me? I’m flattered!” Lip reached over to pinch your cheek,
“I’ll show you who your favorite is when we get in the shower tomorrow morning.”
could i maybe get Carl Gallagher and this prompt after they yk.. “ i can’t find my shirt. ”
title; make it up to you (Carl Gallagher x fem!reader)
prompts; "i can’t find my shirt” — from morning after starters
warnings; fwb arrangements, written as them in their 20s, reader has feelings/wants more than just sex, morning after, allusions to oral, minors do not interact!!! (381 words)
a/n; to say tumblr ate this the first time (so if there is another of this, then that's the original)
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— thank you for celebrating my one year!!! | submissions are now closed
you’d spent the night with Carl, the usual on and off again, making its return in the form of sex.
it wasn’t as if you minded, the sex with Carl was always great, you just wanted a little more than just sex.
but like usual, the sun peaking through his curtains was your sign to leave.
with a reluctant sigh, you climbed out of his bed, rousing him from your movements. Carl lay against his headboard, leaning back on his elbows as he watched you move around the room.
his gaze was always appreciative, watching the way you carried yourself, even in the rush to get dressed and out the door before anyone else in the house seen you.
it was frustrating, the mad dash to get dressed, especially when Carl was always so eager to get you out of your clothes, leaving them scattered around his room with no easy way of finding them again.
“i can’t find my shirt”
you murmured, looking through the discarded clothes around his room.
Carl chuckled from his spot on the bed, making you turn to face him, a smirk plastered firmly on his face.
“and these”
in his hand he held your panties, the lace hanging from his pointer finger, his smirk turning teasing.
“Carl!”
you moved towards him, snatching your underwear back while he chuckled.
as you turned to move away from him, he caught your wrist, tugging you back to him with that smirk you knew all too well.
“c’mon, come back to bed”
he gave you his best pleading look, all but pouting at you to stay.
“i’ll make it up to you”
Carl gave a wag of his eyebrows, the innuendo thick in his words as he pulled you even closer.
little by little he was breaking down your resolve, and you knew you couldn’t say no.
“you owe me”
he hummed, tugging you back down and into bed before settling above you, stealing a kiss that he whispered into.
“oh baby, i’m more than making it up to you”
with that, Carl trailed his kisses lower, lavishing attention to your boobs before continuing his decent.
when he settled between your legs, eyeing your cunt like a man starved, you just knew you were in for a long morning.
(You're Vought's breeding machine and your milk has no where to go but the pathetic dangerous man who gets to his knees and begs to be fed)
MINORS DNI 18+ FIC DONT READ AHEAD IF YOU DONT CONSENT TO READING SMUT AND LACTATION KINKS
Homelander was obsessed with you. He practically worshipped the ground you walked on and you knew exactly why. He had a fetish for pregnancy and even more so lactation. He had known you since he was just a kid, you were a regenerative supe which meant your cells always regenerated and you didn't age after you became a supe. Your only job in Vought was to pop out as many supe children as they needed. You had given birth two weeks ago and you were back in normal shape, apart from your breasts. They were still full and producing milk for a baby you would never meet. You were making your way to the dining area for some breakfast when you felt arms wrap around you from behind.
'I can smell your milk leaking,' Homelander whispered in your ear.
'I'm gonna pump after breakfast,' you said sternly. His grip tightened on you and he kissed your neck.
'Is this still about yesterday?' he grumbled.
'When you played the sound of babies crying and made me lactate in the middle of a meeting? Yes, that is in fact what it's about. So, as punishment you have to sit and watch my pump,' you said as you broke away from him. He followed behind you like a love sick puppy. You began getting some breakfast and making a coffee. Once you sat down Homelander sat across from you, his eyes were glued to your swollen breasts.
'They're so full today,' he whispered.
'Yes, and they're fucking killing me. You get to sit and watch me eat, and then you have to sit and be a good boy while I pump and you don't get a goddamn drop,' you said with a smirk. He clenched his fists as he watched you eat. 'And don't even think about giving me attitude.'
After you had finished breakfast you made it back to your apartment with Homelander close behind you. You grabbed your pump and sat on the couch as Homelander stood in front of you. 'On your knees. Don't move until I say,' you said. He slowly sank to his knees and looked up at you as you lifted your shirt up. A pathetic sound left his lips when he saw your bare leaking breasts.
'Y/N, fucking hell. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I made fun of you in front of everyone. Please just let me drink,' he begged as his whole body trembled.
'No, this is your punishment,' you said as you attached the pump. It began to pump out your milk and your other breast began to leak as a result. Honelander was practically drooling as he watched the pump work. You opened your phone and began mindlessly scrolling as the pump did its work. Homelander whined and moved closer, he nuzzled into your leg and watched as the pump took what was his. He moved down and kissed your leg and down to your foot.
'Please... I'm so sorry, let me taste you. I'm sorry,' he whispered over and over as he worshipped your feet and legs. You ignored him and let him continue his pathetic begging. You only looked up when you heard him sniffle. You glanced down to see him crying and practically humping your leg. 'Mommy please... Please, I'm sorry,' he cried out as he grinded against your foot.
'Look at you, humping my leg like a needy dog,' you teased as the pump finished. You sighed and gently took it off. You were about to put it on the other breast before Homelander stopped you. His eyes began to glow red as he glared at you. 'Keep going with the attitude and I'll make you watch me pump for a whole week,' you warned in a dangerous tone. He stopped and went back onto his knees, his cheeks wet with tears. He nuzzled into your leg and let out a pathetic little sob.
'You are so beautiful, you are everything to me. I love you so much, I love you, Mommy. Please just let me drink, please. I'll be such a good boy for you. I won't ever be bad again, I love you, please,' he whispered through his tears. You looked at him and gently played with his hair. You sighed and looked down at him as he whimpered.
'Tell me how pathetic you are compared to me,' you said. He looked up at you, his blue eyes brimming with tears as he shifted closer to you. You moved your foot a little to press against his crotch and he let out a small whine.
'I'm so fucking pathetic, I am so disgusting and pathetic, Mommy. You are so beautiful, I don't deserve you at all. You're a Goddess, I need you more than air. I would kill everyone just for you, mommy. Just for you,' he whispered as he humped your leg again.
'Good boy, such a pathetic little boy... You want to drink, baby?' you asked. He freezed and stared at you like a starving man who was just offered a buffet.
'Yes... Yes, Mommy. Oh god please let me drink,' he whined.
'Come on then, I suppose missing out on one breast is enough of a punishment,' you said. He leapt up and laid his head on your lap. You could see him physically restraining himself as he watched your breast leak. You gently cradled the back of his head. 'Go on, baby,' you whispered. He grabbed your breast and guided it into his mouth as you hissed a little in pain. 'Easy, baby. They're sore,' you said. He let go of you and let you hold his head as he sucked your nipple and let the flow of milk stream into his mouth. He let out a patheticly loud moan as he tasted you. You continued to play with his hair and leaned your head back with a sigh. You wouldn't admit it, but letting him empty your breasts hurt a lot less then the pumps. Plus, you always loved to see how pathetic he was for you. You felt relaxed as you played with his hair and let him drink, you reached down and rubbed his chest gently with your other hand. He let out a small whimper when you touched him. 'Shh, it's okay, baby. Such a good boy for me,' you whispered as he opened his eyes and you saw how drunk he was off you alone. 'Look at you getting drunk off my milk, hmm? Or do you just get drunk off Mommy?' you teased as he watched your with half opened eyes. He pulled away when the flow slowed down and gently lucked over your nipple to help with the pain.
'I love you, Mommy,' he whispered as he kissed your nipple and continued licking at it.
'Nice and full now, baby?'
'Yes...' he whispered. You could see a small buldge in his stomach from the amount of milk he drank. You chuckled softly at the fact the worlds most dangerous man had a stomach full of your breast milk. He nuzzled into your stomach and closed his eyes.
'I'll wake you up in an hour, okay? You've got a meeting,' you said. He nodded and nuzzled into you even more.
'Thank you, Mommy.'
'That's okay, baby.'
--
Two days later you felt like your breasts were going to burst. You woke up in the morning and whined when you felt the pain of how swollen you were. 'Fuck,' you whispered as you gripped the side of the bed. You watched as your breasts leaked and soaked your shirt. You knew you would be pretty full because you had fully drained then two days ago, but you hadn't expected them to be so full. You picked up your phone and called Homelander.
'What? I'm in a meeting,' he grumbled.
'I need your help,' you said with a small whine. He paused for a moment and you knew he would be gripping the table to resist you. You took a quick photo of your breasts leaking and almost bursting through your shirt and sent it to him. 'Please, baby?' you asked as you heard him suck a breath in.
'I have to go,' he grumbled to everyone in the room before hanging up. You chuckled softly, stood up and made your way to the kitchen to get some coffee made. It hasn't even been a minute when Homelander burst through the doors of your apartment. He rushed up to you and forced you up on the counter. You yelped in shock and held onto his shoulders. He leaned in and licked over your wet shirt.
'Don't worry about the begging... Just help me, please. I'm so fucking sore,' you whispered. He lifted your shift up and instantly latched onto your left nipple. You let out a gasp and held onto his hair as you felt a small sense of relief. 'Fucking hell... That's it, baby. Fuck Mommy is so full,' you whispered as you leaned back against the wall behind you. He held your hips in place and kept drinking at a fast pace. He moved onto the next breast and you gasped softly when the milk flowed out. 'Such a good boy cutting your meeting short for Mommy... My good boy,' you whispered as you heard him moan softly at the praise.
After he was done he leaned back and panted softly. You glanced down to see he was hard under his suit. 'You want Mommy's help, baby?' you asked. He whined and nodded as he nuzzled into you.
'Please let me fuck you before I go back,' he whispered.
'Take your suit off, baby,' you said. While he managed to get his chest plate off and then the rest of his suit, you took your panties off but left yourself in your shirt. He moved over and spread your legs further before burying his cock into your without a word. You gasped and gripped onto him as he began to thrust into you. 'That's it, baby. My pathetic little boy,' you whispered. He nuzzled into you and whined as he felt you clench around him.
'Mommy... You feel so good,' he whispered as he began to stutter. You knew he never lasted long inside of you. He whined and gripped you tighter. 'I'm going to cum...'
'Already, baby? Is that how good Mommy makes you feel?' you teased. He whimpered and looked at you with teary eyes. 'Go on, baby. Cum inside me,' you said. He grabbed your hips with a bruising grip and thrust into you. He let out a pathetic whine and moan as he came inside of you. 'There you go, sweetheart. Did that feel good, baby? You like Mommy's pussy?' you asked. He panted and kept himself inside of you and nodded.
'Feels so good,' he whispered before pulling out and pulling his suit up again.
'Get back to your meeting, okay? I'll see you later,' you said. He looked at you and paused for a moment.
'Can I have your shirt?' he whispered shamelessly. You smiled and took it off to give it to him. He held it to his nose and smelt the stained milk on it. 'Thank you, Mommy.'
expanding on the first time for everyone with carl.... him taking readers v card??? him thinking it was so sweet how shy she is?????
Waste of time.
Pairing: Carl Gallagher x Fem! Reader
Warnings: p in v, safe sex practices, blindfolding? (not really, but the reader closes her eyes), virgin!reader, all characters are 18, not proofread
Word count: 1.1k
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Ever since Carl had taken your first kiss he's been doing it nonstop. It was almost like he wanted your lips on his every minute of the day. Well, that was exactly the truth. Anytime he could, Carl would kiss you. Even in front of family and friends. It was to the point that they started making comments about practicing safe sex, and how he 'better not get you pregnant' to quote Fiona.
The only problem was you were still a virgin. Sure, the two of you had gotten close a few times, but you always clammed up before anything could really happen. Carl respected your boundaries, of course. If you weren't ready, he wasn't going to coerce you into it. You would just end up cuddling instead, which he didn't mind at all.
However, you were frustrated with yourself, wishing that you could jump over your fear like a hurdle. Every time you brought this up to Carl he would reassure that he would only have sex when you were ready. Well, your take away was that you would have to initiate. So you took that as a challenge.
Carl and you were in your room, music playing in the background as you made-out. His hands were on your hips, yours were on his chest. Suddenly, he pushes you back on the bed, causing a squeak to leave your lips. He breaks the kiss, looking down at you.
"Sorry.. too fast?" You shake your head, grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt. "Not at all. I'm ready to go all the way."
This makes him blink in surprise, his brain short-circuiting. Then, he starts asking a million questions. If you were on birth control, if you had condoms, if you were actually sure you were ready. You gently soothe him by rubbing your fingertips on his arms. "Yes, I'm ready. Condoms are in the top draw."
He nods his head slowly, moving to grab a condom from your bedside table. While he had his back somewhat turned to you, you took off your shirt and bra. When Carl turned back towards you his jaw dropped. You were so eager this time, and you looked absolutely perfect. He slowly reaches out and cups your breasts in his hands. He was loving the feeling of them. His imagination could never live up to the real thing.
"You like them?" you question, he hums in response. Preoccupied with the squish of your tits in his palms. Eventually he focuses on the rest of your body, his dick is now noticeably hard. You reach out and grab the waistband of his pants. Carl's breath hitches in his throat. "You're being so bold today, babe."
"Yeah, well, someone has to be." you respond, rolling your eyes a bit. The two of you stare at each other before his gaze drops down to your hand. "You gonna help or what?"
You help take off his pants uncoordinatedly, the nerves finally starting to hit. Palms sweating as Carl rubs his over your arms soothingly. "What part is making you nervous?" Hesitation holds you back, before the words eventually leave your lips. "Knowing what's to come."
Carl hums in acknowledgement, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "Would it help if you closed your eyes?" you slowly agree with a nod, eyes fluttering shut. As the darkness cuts off your field of view you feel more relaxed and at peace. You hear shuffling and you can imagine that's the sound of Carl working off his boxers. Then you hear the sounds of the condom package being opened. You could almost envision the way the latex would slide over his cock.
The next thing you hear is his voice, soft and tender. "You doing okay, babe?" You nod your head again, not opening your eyes. Carl's hands slowly move to your bottoms. His fingers hover over your midriff before hooking into your waistband. He takes off your bottoms, then your underwear, leaving you bare. The cold air hitting your now exposed skin makes you shiver.
"Relax." His palms run over your thighs, moving them apart so he can fit in between. He lines the tip to your entrance, his hands still rubbing over your thighs soothingly. "Remember to breath, okay?"
Your eyes squeeze as he starts pushing into you. A sharp breath leaves your lips, hands grasp at the bedsheets. Carl urges you to take some deep breath. With every breath you take you're reminded of the undeniable tension in your lower abdomen. However, after a few minutes, the tension goes away. You slowly open your eyes, looking up at him. "You good now."
"Yeah." you answer, causing him to push himself in more. You whimper as a wave of pleasure washes over you. "We should move things along, Gallagher. My parents won't be at the store forever, you know." Carl clears his throat, agreeing with you.
He gently takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. Then he starts thrusting into you. His thrusts are slow at first, letting you get used to the feeling of him being inside. But when you let a whine slip, it's as if his control slips away. The slow thrusts pick up in pace, and become deeper. You squeeze his hand, moans falling out of your lips. Carl brings his head down to bury it in your neck, leaving soft kisses in its wake. The hand that wasn't holding yours grabs onto your hip.
Your other hand comes up to claw at his back. Carl never realized just how pent up he was until he was buried deep inside your heat. He groans into your neck, his thrusts were relentless. The coil in your abdomen twisted, threatening to come undone at any moment. You tilt your head back, Carl's pelvis repeatedly hits yours. Your nails dig into his back, causing him to moan in your ear. The smell of sex and your desperation for each other fill the room. Both of you come undone together, relishing in the intensity of your orgasm.
Carl pulls away from your neck as the two of you come down from your high, looking down at you. His hand was still holding tightly onto yours. "Good?" he questions, his other hand leaving your hip to brush some of your hair to the side. "Mhm." you hum, a faint smile on your lips. He returns the smile, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. "I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone before." That warms your heart, and any self-doubt leaves your body. "I love you too."
Star's notes -> Been really into crosswords lately
(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)
there is something tickling at my brain about hooking up with Lip after the results of his appeal.
his appeal being the one to get his expulsion expunged and go back to school. the one that he felt really good about and thought would work out for him.
its arguably his lowest and I should probably not be into that but there is something worming around about him trying to drown his sorrows, forget the pain, think about anything else and doing so by fucking you. finding some sort of small comfort in the warmth of your skin.
and you really shouldn't indulge him. you should be offering solutions, telling him it'll all work out somehow, that this is just a speed bump. something comforting like that.
but it's really hard when he's got you crowded against your front door, weaseling his way in by saying he needed a place to stay and yours was closest.
it's worse when he kisses you so softly, a contrast to the harsh grip he has on your hips. whispering about how he missed you and why weren't you at the alibi when he knew you didn't work tonight.
he's already half hard in his jeans, pressing himself against you like he wants to meld with you. he kisses you to try and distract you from the rock if his hips. slow motions, could be mistaken for lazy if they weren't so,,,, precise.
lip doesnt let you get a word in, biting softly at your lower lip. making sweet promises about how he just wants a taste, just this once. it doesn't have to mean anything he just needs some comfort.
he makes you think this is about you first. leads you into a false sense of security, he only wants to eat you out so soft and so slow. only wants to tease you with a few soft thrusts of his fingers. maybe he'll even fuck you real sweet with his cock, clear your mind with every slow roll of his hips.
but once you come? it's no longer about you. and it never really was.
it's obvious in the jerk of his hips, pushing himself off you to watch where he disappears into you. his hands are rough and grabby, tugging your hips against him. there's a soft sheen to his skin, the only sign of any exertion, chest rising and falling as he pants softly.
put me in a toxic situationship with him now‼️ it will make the situation he's in worse i dont care‼️‼️ let me at him‼️
ahh can I please request some smut with teaching assistant Lip and student!reader where she argues with him and it turns into that wham bam
Teacher's Pet
Pairing: Lip Gallagher x fem! Reader
Warnings: language, unprotected p in v sex, degrading, the use of "slut" and "whore," oral (m receiving), dom! Lip
Summary: *in request*
Word Count: 2.5k
~getting out of my writing slump. Hope this was a decent first one back :P
“Um. Excuse me. I have a question.”
The class was gradually filling out of the classroom. Thankfully, no one wanted to ask the TA a burning question. Shocking, considering we just got our more recent essays handed back. Lip did not stop haphazardly shoving papers and biners into his bag. He seemed rushed, anxious.
“Excuse me?! I have a question.”
Lip glanced at me through his lashes. He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, sure. What’s up?”
I scoffed. Someone needed to knock the audacity out of this guy.
“You gave me a 0.”
He shrugged.
“Yeah, so?”
He zipped up his bag, throwing it over his shoulder. I furrowed my brow in annoyance.
“So… this is definitely not a paper that deserves a 0!”
I pointed to the large “0” written in vibrant red ink in the top right corner of the paper, as if he somehow had forgotten.
“Yes, it is.”
He pushed past me, his shoulder brushing mine. I swiveled around, staying right on his heels.
“No! It isn’t! I did everything that was required of me! I don’t understand why you gave me a 0!”
Lip had already made it to the door at the back of the lecture hall. He turned the knob. I wasn’t letting him get away that easily. I slammed the door shut, shoving my body in between him and the exit. I thrusted my paper in his face, forcing him to acknowledge the question at hand.
Lip grit his teeth.
“Move.”
He commanded. I shook my head vigorously.
“No. I’m not moving until you can give me a rational answer as to why the paper I devoted the past month of my life crafting got a big fat 0!”
Lip cocked a brow.
“Are you kidding me?”
“What? No! I-I don’t understand.”
Lip snatched the paper from my hand, his eyes moving rapidly as he skimmed the words. He flipped the page once, then twice before he aggressively tore it in two and let it fall. My jaw dropped to the floor along with my essay.
“That entire thing was plagiarized."
My pulse quickened. A blush began to creep onto my lips. I had never, ever been accused of cheating before.
“What?! No… I-I didn’t plagiarize anything! I promise I wrote that all on my own!-”
“Yeah, sure you did. That language was way too complicated. I've never met a college student that writes like that.”
His shoulders were relaxed, his gaze steady. It bothered me. It bothered me how little this whole situation bothered him.
“Have you considered that maybe that’s because I’m an intelligent human being that has the ability to write at a much higher level than the majority of the idiots in this class?!”
My shaking hands held the door in place.
“Hm. No, I haven’t considered that notion. Probably because it’s not true.”
My throat squeezed shut. I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. I had no idea how on earth I was supposed to prove my innocence.
“Look, I get it. You’re upset that you got caught cheating and you’re trying to pretend like you didn’t so I’ll admit I have no proof behind my claim and give you a better grade.”
His condescending tone made me tighten my grip on the doorknob until my knuckles were white. I grit my teeth, trying to keep my anger at bay so I didn’t unload on him and get myself into even greater trouble.
“You’re not the first student I’ve taught that thought they could pull a fast one on me. I’ve seen your type before, and I’ll see plenty more after you graduate. This little act of locking me in the lecture hall does not scare me. Now. Move.”
I pressed my back to the door, using my body weight to keep him in. Lip groaned.
“If you don’t move. I am going to call the dean and report your cheating.”
I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. Lip sighed, his tone shifting to one of pity.
“Why don’t you just take the loss. Plenty of college students fail classes.”
I exhaled a shaky breath. My feet felt as if someone poured sand into them.
“No. I am not just going to ‘take the loss’ because, as I said, I did. Not. Cheat. And I will not move until you change my fucking grade.”
I mumbled through my teeth.
Lip dipped his head so he was level with my gaze.
“If you do not move in thirty seconds. I will make sure that every administrative employee knows that you plagiarized an essay. You will get thrown out of college.”
His face was mere inches from mine. A large crease formed between my eyebrows. Lip, on the other hand, was stoic.
“So… what’s it going to be, sweetheart?”
I shoved him. Hard. I shoved him so hard he toppled backwards, tripped on one of the steps, and fell onto his rear. He glared up at me, his eyes red hot with anger.
I’m fucked.
“That’s it. You had your chance. I’m going to the fucking dean for that little stunt.”
He hastily rose to his feet, his eyes boring into mine as he hustled towards the exit. My stomach flipped. If I didn’t act now there is no denying I’d be on the phone explaining to my mother why I got kicked out of college.
“Lip, wait! Can we just take a moment and talk, please?"
Lip slammed his hands on either side of my head, boxing me in.
“No. We’re done talking.”
I wouldn’t be surprised if Lip smacked me clean across the face. Hell, that’s what he looked like he was winding up to.
To say I was surprised when his lips came crashing into mine was an understatement. The breath was knocked from my lungs as he plastered my back to the wooden door. My body involuntarily melted into the kiss, tongue sliding gently into his mouth as I was met with harshness.
I threw my hands around his shoulders. Lip dragged his fingers down the door until they settled atop the swell of my hips. He tugged me forward, closing the slight gap. I groaned, feeling his semi hard cock pressing into my lower abdomen.
“If you want me to keep my mouth shut, you better do as I say.”
He murmured against my lips, his low tone sending reverberations all the way down to my aching cunt. My fingers danced along the nape of his neck, tugging ever so slightly on his curls. Lip growled, deep and guttural.
“Do you understand?”
His mouth dipped to capture the side of my neck in a heated kiss. I moaned softly every time his hot mouth came into contact with my sensitive skin.
Lip grabbed my knee, pulling it upwards until the perfect angle was acquired for him to grind his bulge against my hot center.
I was so caught up in the moment, so enthralled by the fact that I was about to be fucked silly by the attractive TA that I failed to answer the previous question. Lip wrapped a hand around my neck, squeezing enough to restrict my airway for a brief moment before releasing to a soft hold.
“Fucking answer me you whore.”
I gasped.
“Yes, yes sir I understand.”
A sly smirk spread across Lip’s face.
“Good.”
He placed a strong hand on my shoulder, shoving me downwards until my knees collided with the carpeted floor. I released a huff of air, glancing up at Lip through my lashes. His belt was already undone, his large cock standing tall and ready.
He ran his hand up and down his length a few times, ensuring that he was fully hard before he grasped the back of my head with a hostile hand.
Lip pushed me down onto his length harshly, his tip slamming into the back of my throat before I was given the opportunity to properly adjust. I gagged and choked, but Lip didn’t let up.
“Ah, fuck. Your little whore mouth feels so good.”
I relaxed my throat, allowing my tongue to trace the underside of his cock. A small drop of salty precum landed atop my tongue, further lubricating his thick length.
Lip was thrusting mercilessly into my mouth. I had no control. He was pummeling his entire cock deep within my open mouth, using me as a mere toy for his pleasure.
I was enjoying how he looked. His head was thrown back, beads of sweat accumulating on his neck. Soft gasps and carnal moans spilled from his lips as he fucked my throat. He looked sexy. So sexy in fact that I found my fingers dropping towards the hem of my skirt. I wanted to touch myself, to relieve some of the ache that was pooling in my lower abdomen.
Before my fingertips could locate my soaked cunt, Lip threw his head forward to look at me. In doing so, he noticed that I was seconds away from taking care of myself. In response, he kicked my thigh hard enough to deter me from trying that again.
“God, you’re such a fucking whore, can’t even wait five minutes until I fuck you.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. His cock was pummeling my tender throat. I could barely breathe. I could barely think. The only thought racing through my brain was how soon I would be able to get my fix.
“If you keep being a bad slut, I may just have to cum all over your pretty face and leave you high and dry.”
Lip grit his teeth, trying to combat the orgasm that was building.
“You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”
I attempted to shake my head, forgetting momentarily that I had a cock in my mouth.
“Ah, you can’t even answer me because your whore mouth is so full of my cock.”
He chuckled deeply, sinisterly.
“How convenient is that?”
I felt Lip twitch atop my tongue.
“Jesus, I’m gonna cum all over your pretty face.”
He flung a hand upwards, bracing himself against the door.
“Keep being a good slut for me. I’m close.”
His grip on my hair tightened to a white knuckle grasp, movements so erratic I could do nothing but relax and let him take me.
Lip squeezed his eyes shut, pulling out at the last second to cover my face in his hot, sticky cum. I gasped for breath, finally having the opportunity to fill my lungs with sweet oxygen. Lip grabbed my arm, forcing me to stand atop my shaky legs. His gaze caught mine. His pupils were blown, mouth agape as he came down from his orgasm.
The ache between my legs was unbearable. I rubbed my thighs together, growing hot under his burning eyes.
“Bend over the desk, take your panties off for me.”
I did what I was told, making my way to the nearest desk. I leaned over, pressing my front onto the cool wood. I reached behind me, wiggling my panties off and allowing them to pool around my ankles.
I felt Lip’s presence take up residence behind my soaked cunt. He smacked his tip against my clit, causing a bolt of electricity to surge throughout my body.
“Lip, please, please fuck me. I-I can’t take it any longer.”
Lip scoffed.
“Figures that your whore pussy can’t wait to be filled.”
He pressed his bulge against my opening.
“You’re real lucky I’m in a good mood today.”
Without warning he shoved his length inside me, balls deep. I gasped, white knuckle gripping the sides of the desk, back arching instinctively.
Similar to before, I was given no time to adjust before Lip was plowing me. A soft gasp fell from my plush lips every time the tip of his cock brushed against the bundle of nerves deep within me.
Lip let out a guttural moan, moves not faltering. His cock stretched me to the limit, any bigger and I would have been ripped in half.
“Oh my God-”
He moaned.
“Your whore pussy is perfect- feels so good wrapped around me.”
He dug his fingertips into my soft hips, yanking me towards him. My back arched to accommodate the new position. His tip was now slamming into that special spot with every merciless thrust.
“Lip-”
I groaned breathlessly.
“Lip, please don’t stop. Please-please keep going just like that.”
He wrapped a hand around the back of my throat, pressing me into the hard table.
“I’ll be nice for now. I’ll give you what you want.”
He slowed his thrusts just enough for the glimmer of a release to dissipate. I mewled, pushing my hips back to encourage him to resume his previous rhythm.
“You just gotta beg a little more, then I’ll let you cum all over me.”
I gasped and groaned, words dying on my tongue before they could waft into the lecture hall.
“Come on, I don’t hear a lot of begging.”
He slowed his pace even more.
“Shit-fuck. Lip, please. Please fuck me harder. I-I want you to use me.”
Lip sighed deeply behind a closed mouth.
“Keep going, just a little more.”
Thankfully, his pace was slow enough so I could focus on more than just my release.
“Please, Lip. You feel so good inside me. I need you to use me. I need you to fuck me harder.”
“You should’ve said so sooner, sugar.”
His hips quickened to their original tempo. The flame within my lower abdomen was lit once again. I let out a loud, almost primal moan as he began to pound against my cervix with each thrust.
I felt my orgasm approaching like a train, even quicker than before.
“Shit Lip! Just like that, please don’t stop this time I need to cum.”
Lip didn’t answer. His breathy moans were enough of an indicator that he too needed this. I utilized my grip on the desk to push myself back to meet his thrusts.
“You’re so needy for me… God, I love it.”
My orgasm was spilling over. Any moment now I would be toppling head over heels.
“I-I’m gonna cum, Lip.”
With those very words, I felt his cock jump inside of me.
“Yeah, me too.”
He leaned forward, pressing his front to my back.
“Why don’t you go ahead and cum all over my cock you fucking slut?”
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I felt the coil in me snap. My body tensed as my orgasm ripped through me. Shortly after, I heard Lip groaning and moaning, even more eager than before. With one final thrust, he released into me, hot cum painting my gummy walls.
He collapsed atop of me, not quite ready to pull out. We were both gasping for air as our vision became clear.
“So… Did I pass sir?”
Lip chuckled, playfully this time.
“With a performance like that? Definitely.”
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Mickey starts the day by making breakfast for his boyfriend , but the real morning surprise is Ian’s morning wood.
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Ian Gallagher x Mickey Milkovich
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1,7k
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: explicit sexual content, blowjob, sexual activity with sleeping partner, nudity, ejaculation, overstimulation
It was morning—the kind of morning Mickey would normally sleep straight through, buried under the blanket next to Ian, mumbling something about “five more minutes” before rolling over again. But today was different. For some reason—God knows why, God knows how—he woke up on his own. No alarm, no elbow in the ribs, no Ian groaning, “Get up, I’ve got the early shift.” He just opened his eyes and felt… well. Something.
For a moment he lay still, staring at the pale sheet of light slipping through the curtains. Next to him Ian slept on his stomach, face half-buried in the pillow, breathing softly, his hair sticking out in every possible direction. He looked peaceful. Good.
Mickey caught himself smiling.
It was one of those rare, stupidly intimate moments where he could look at Ian openly, without teasing him, without provoking him, without pretending to be a hardass. Ian slept like an angel Mickey fucking never deserved, and yet somehow ended up with. That's what he thought.
Mickey let out a quiet sigh, stretched, and—surprising even himself—thought:
I’m gonna do something nice for him.
He got up carefully, trying not to make the floor creak or shift the bed. He glanced at Ian one more time—he didn’t even twitch—and slipped out of the bedroom.
The kitchen was cold. The stove chilled, the window fogged over from the night rain, the counter still cluttered from last night’s dinner. Normally Mickey would walk past all of that without giving a damn, but today… no. Today he had a mission.
He lit the burner, grabbed a pan, and stood in the middle of the kitchen with the ridiculous feeling that he was doing something monumental. Scrambled eggs. Fucking scrambled eggs. If someone had told him years ago that he’d be up at this hour cooking breakfast for his boyfriend, he would’ve laughed in their face.
And yet here he was, cracking eggs into a small bowl and whisking them with a fork like some regular person.
The pan started to sizzle when he poured the mixture in. The smell slowly filled the kitchen with something warm, something that felt like home. And Mickey, even though he tried to look unfazed, felt it hit him inside—this weird, soft thing, like someone warmed his chest from the inside out.
It’s just scrambled eggs, he told himself. No big deal.
But the truth was… for him, it was a big deal.
While the eggs cooked, he set water to boil for coffee. He knew Ian’s favorite mug—the blue one, the one with the tiny chip near the bottom that Ian refused to throw out because, as he claimed, “it’s got good energy.” Mickey always made fun of that, but he always handed him that exact mug. Never mixed them up.
Today was no different. He grabbed the right one.
The coffee began to steam softly, filling the air with a smell that fit this quiet morning perfectly. Mickey stirred the eggs again, salted them—not too much, Ian always complained Mickey overdid it—and tasted a little with the tip of the fork.
Not bad. Actually pretty damn good. He could’ve pretended to be a professional.
Mickey scooped the finished scrambled eggs onto a plate and set it on the tray, placing Ian’s mug of coffee right beside it. He lifted the wooden tray carefully and turned on his heel, moving slowly toward the bedroom. The whole way there he kept his eyes on the mug—watching the coffee slosh dangerously close to the rim with every step. Right before disaster could happen, Mickey slowed down, moving even more carefully.
He finally made it to the bedroom. He nudged the wooden door open with his foot, and it let out a quiet squeak. Mickey’s face twisted in annoyance—if he didn’t have to keep quiet, he would’ve yelled at the damn thing and sworn at it for squeaking. But he managed to ignore it and slipped inside. Step by careful step, he made his way to the nightstand and placed the tray down. Every inch of movement was deliberate, making sure the floor wouldn’t betray him with a loud creak.
Then Mickey walked to the front of the bed. He braced his hands on the wooden frame and smiled.
His eyes locked onto Ian—or more accurately, onto a certain part of Ian. The blanket was lifted in one very specific place, draping over the hard outline of his morning wood. Ian was very clearly hard. Mickey slowly dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, thinking about what the hell to do with this. He came in here to be sweet, to give him a soft morning surprise, but Ian had accidentally given him one first.
That’s when Mickey got an idea.
He grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room. He’d probably end up searching for it later, but right now it didn’t matter. Mickey lifted the edge of the blanket and crawled underneath. He slipped between Ian’s legs, ending up face-to-face with Ian’s morning erection.
Mickey swallowed hard. He was big—big and probably hard as a damn rock. Mickey lifted the blanket a little, just enough to peek up at Ian’s face. Still fast asleep. His chest rose and fell slowly, peaceful. He looked innocent and sexy all at once. When Ian slept, his brows always pulled together a little, his expression faintly tense—not troubled, just deeply asleep. Until now.
Mickey lowered the blanket back onto Ian’s chest, sinking deeper into the warm cocoon of covers. He shifted backward until his face hovered right over Ian’s erection. Mickey’s hands moved slowly, deliberately. He curled his fingers around the waistband of Ian’s underwear, gripping the fabric tight between them. Then he tugged — firm, steady — pulling the boxers down.
He only stopped when the waistband reached Ian’s thighs.
Ian’s cock sprang free, firm and heavy, released from the fabric with a sharp, eager bounce.
Mickey’s heartbeat picked up. Blood rushed straight down into his own cock, and at the same time his whole body flushed hot. His cheeks burned red, his breath turning uneven and quick. His mouth hung slightly open. His lips suddenly felt hot too — tingling, pulsing — like they were already aching to meet Ian’s dick.
Mickey glanced up at Ian’s chest again. It was still rising and falling in that same slow, shallow rhythm.
Which meant he hadn’t woken him.
Good.
Mickey lifted one hand and wrapped his fingers around Ian’s shaft, squeezing a little more gently this time. He angled it upward, guiding it to his lips, finally letting them meet. Mickey pressed a soft kiss to the velvety head.
Ian’s legs twitched.
For a split second Mickey panicked, thinking he’d woken him. But after listening closely to Ian’s breathing, he realized it was still steady, still deep. Still asleep.
So Mickey tightened his grip again and kissed him once more. And again. Slowly working from the tip down along the length of him. Each kiss landed with a quiet little sound, soft and wet. He left warm, damp traces of his mouth everywhere he touched. A salty taste clung to his lips. He licked them, savoring it.
Then he stuck out his tongue and dragged it from the very bottom of Ian’s cock all the way up to the tip. His hand twitched at the same time, squeezing him harder, and Ian let out a sleepy sigh. His chest started rising faster.
A smile curled on Mickey’s lips.
He was enjoying this — every damn second of what he was doing.
When he was finally ready, he ended his little teasing game and sealed his mouth around the head of Ian’s cock without mercy. His cheeks hollowed instantly, and the salty, intense taste flooded his tongue. He took him a little deeper, just enough for the tip to brush against the roof of his mouth.
Mickey’s eyes rolled back as he sucked him hard. Then he found a rhythm — steady, hungry, relentless. He bobbed his head up and down, sucking with purpose. Ian’s cock was slick now, covered in his spit mixed with the sudden leak of precum Ian had started to let out. The slippery mess made it easy for Mickey’s lips to glide along the shaft every time he moved upward.
But then he let go with his hand entirely, gripping Ian’s thighs with both hands instead. And he started taking him in, all of him. Every inch. All nine inches pushed down Mickey’s throat.
The wet, choking sounds grew louder as he swallowed him again and again. Mickey sucked him with precision and devotion, like he worshipped every part of him.
Ian’s cock began to twitch deep in his throat.
Suddenly completely unexpectedly Mickey felt a hand on the back of his head. He heard helpless little sighs and broken moans as Ian’s fingers tangled into his hair. The blanket shifted, sliding down just enough to uncover Mickey’s head.
Mickey looked up and saw Ian’s face.
He was close. Mickey could tell just by the expression he wore. His mouth was parted, trembling with soft sounds slipping out of him. His messy, sleep-ruffled hair made Mickey smile. He actually laughed, with Ian’s cock still in his mouth.
The vibration of his laugh sent a shiver through Ian, who moaned out loud and dropped his head back onto the pillow.
Mickey went back to sucking him, back to gagging on him, determined and hungry. He wanted Ian to come in his mouth. He slid one hand underneath, cupping Ian’s balls from below on purpose. He squeezed and rolled them in his palm, and Ian started moaning like Mickey had never heard before.
Yeah. Mickey had definitely found the sweet spot.
Ian kept moaning.
“Mick—” he gasped, and then he came hard straight down Mickey’s throat.
Mickey swallowed obediently, taking everything Ian gave him. Ian was breathing like he’d just sprinted a marathon. Finally, his head dropped limply onto the pillow and the tight muscles in his body loosened. He was shaking, breathing hard, completely undone.
Mickey pulled him out of his mouth, and Ian flinched at the slippery drag. It was too much. He was already overstimulated.
Mickey pushed himself up onto his knees and sat back.
“Mornin’, Firecrotch,” he laughed.
Ian let out a breathy laugh too, turning his head to the side. That’s when he noticed the scrambled eggs and the mug of coffee. His brows drew together as he looked back at Mickey.
"Did you… make me breakfast?” Ian asked, sounding like he honestly couldn’t believe it.
“Well, it’s probably cold by now…” Mickey shrugged. “I can make it again. I've already eaten." He looked at Ian and smiled with very clear implication.
It's been a long time coming (thanks, real life), but here is the schedule for Shameless Big Bang Round 14!! Huge thanks to all participants for their patience, and readers ... be sure to show these amazing writers and artists all the love!
4/20 - The Institute by @notherenj with art by @glvch
4/21 - Metamorphosis by @jessij1997 with art by @suzy-queued
4/22 - Given by @oathkeptroxas art by @blue-disco-lights
4/23 - An Inconvenient Touch by @suzy-queued art by @deathclassic
4/24 - Gallopocalypse by @mickeyismyian with art by @oathkeptroxas
4/25 - Earth is Baked by @mybrainismelted with art by @glvch
4/26 - Rockstar AU by @sam-loves-seb with art by @suzy-queued
4/27 - Tangled in Our Lies by @spacerockwriting with art by @deathclassic
4/28 - Constant Acceleration (Towards You) by @gallavich-annise with art by @gallapiech
4/29 - S10 Canon Divergence by @akasalv with art by @mikcrymilkovich
4/30 - In My Blood by @sickness-health-all-that-shit with art by @michellemisfit
5/1 - Little Link by @rayrayor, @gallabratt, @hellcat1980, The Paris Squad with art by @glvch
