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.”
Girl, Thinking about reader loving a cowgirl w Lip...
oh my god yes ! anyways cw for smut & kinda switch!lip
lip gallagher is a cocky bastard, but not a picky one. any position where he can see your face contort in pleasure, beads of sweat decorating your face, and jaw go ever-so-slightly slack - because of him - would make him happy.
you could be straddled on top of him, legs on either side, holding in place, palms flat on his toned body, and he’d still take his time in admiring you in all your beauty
he’s not much of a talker - that’s the effect of growing up with 5 siblings, any of whom could walk in at any moment - so the only sounds reverberating off the two of you are the vulgar noises of skin slapping skin; and dazed moans and sighs, that gradually increase in volume, as you both get close to your breaking point
“jesus f’ck,” lip murmurs, struggling to form his words, as another moan slips out of him, “look at you— look at what y’do to me”
and when you do reach that breaking point, the piercing cry you let out is nothing short of carnal; beads of sweat are sliding down your body; and your eyes are glossy with tears as your breath tries to steady itself.
lip loves seeing you like this, loves knowing that it’s him and only him who gets you like this. he is a cocky bastard, after alll.
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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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.
not in how he talks, not in how he works, not in how he conducts himself. but with you? he handles you like you’re fine china that could break from a harsh swipe of a finger.
the level of sensitivity he feels for you- it scares him. he’s lived a life requiring self preservation, having a protective wall up at all times. one look from you, and that wall gets broken down like a hit from a sledgehammer. a defensive man left defenseless.
he fought it at first. tried ignoring you, distracting himself with anything he could find. but you entered his mind over and over again, engrained into his psyche like a parasite. he wanted to hate you for it- but who could hate you?
the first time he kissed you, he held himself back, using a level of softness previously unfathomable to him. with other girls he was typically rough, commanding. but with you? he knew he was undeserving of the saccharine taste of your mouth, and conducted himself as such.
even now, his internal conflict still arises; he’s still terrified his bitter nature will eventually drown out your sweetness, but he can’t stop himself from drowning in you, his own designer drug. with time, he’s learned that you can handle him at his roughest- but even as his course hands press into you, he praises you like you’re an angel on earth, one he’s always undeserving of. one that he is always in disbelief that somehow, he has as his own.
cw: implied childhood trauma, thoughts about committing murder
The door slams shut, the sound ringing loudly through the apartment and he flinches. For a moment, he's back in that wretched house, anger clouding his parents' eyes as they strike and strike.
The next moment, he sees you furiously wiping your face, tears of anger wetting your cheeks. Immediately, he jumps from the couch he's sprawled on, meeting you halfway in a bone crushing hug.
"Shh, 's okay, 'm right here my sweet one," he cooes, rubbing your back as you fist the fabric of his shirt angrily in your hands.
"She's so fucking mean," you sob bitterly, and he swears that whoever this person is, they will be laying six feet under soon enough.
You stand in the middle of the living room for a few more minutes, your sobs slowly dying down while his voice fills the silence, whispering sweet nothings and words of comfort.
Finally, you let go of him just enough to look at his face, eyes swollen and eyelashes wet from all the crying.
"I'm sorry for slamming the door," you croak, guilt evident in your wobbly lips and hoarse voice.
"Apology accepted," he whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead with a small smile.
"How about you go change, I'll make us some snacks and then you can bitch all about what's making you mad over some chick-flicks and off brand sweets?" The prospect of a good venting session in your comfy lounge wear significantly boosts your mood, your entire body just about melting against him.
You grab him by the scruff of his neck, pulling him into a quick yet intense kiss that is tinged with the taste of your salty tears, sighing dreamily against him.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm so grateful you're mine." You declare, finally untangling yourself from his embrace to disappear into your bedroom.
He looks after you fondly, staring at the shut door for a few moments before busying himself with the snack mission, humming the entire time, his mind on track to maximize the comfort you'll be receiving.
For the rest of the night, he holds you and lets you rant all you want, matching your energy at every step and thinks to himself that this must be the life, this is what makes all the years of hardships and pain really worth it.
Hi hi! You could write a fanfic where Carl is in this "white boy carl" phase and, since you don't like his new attitude, you decide to break up with him, and he asks you not to leave him, saying that in private he can be your Carl again.
“Y/N…cmon. Don’t be like that!” Carl argued as you walked into his bedroom, grabbing your stuff. Even the house had seemed different. Everything had changed in so little time, it made your head spin. You were grabbing anything of yours you could find, shoving it into your bag.
I couldn’t help but be pissed. You had every right to be. “No. No. You don’t get to do this to me.” You say to him, turning back to look at him. His cornrows looked a mess, they needed to be taken out. “This whole,” You pointed at him and looked him up and down. “Act, needs to quit.”
You looked at him as if he was someone new. You didn’t like this whole drug dealer, gang member act. You just wanted that awkward, a little pervy Carl back. Not this wannabe. “Get your shit figured out.” You say, grabbing one more thing.
You turn to your door, yet was stopped as he stood in front of you. “Wait, wait,” You could hear it, the slight change in his voice. The Carl you knew. “I…I’ll stop. Around you.” He said quietly, as if afraid of anyone else hearing. “I can be who you want me to be. I can be…just don’t go.”
He begged, looking at you. His eyes seemed soft, like he was truly trying to get to you. And your heart seemed to ache seeing him all sad. You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking for a moment. “You get those cornrows out, come over.”
You tell him, turning around to leave. As you left, you could see that small smile on his face. You were giving him a chance, he still had a way to fix everything.
to say that you were nervous would be an understatement.
you and lip had been in an on-and-off relationship for a year now, your lives always too tumultuous for either of you to settle down. but this? this was something that would bind you together for life. having missed your period and going to the store for a two dollar test, going home and taking it and looking down and seeing the white stick with the pink end having two red lines meant forever.
laying down on the couch and watching real housewives of beverly hills, you heard someone inserting a key and turning it in the lock, and you instantly knew who it was.
"hey." lip voiced, and you could picture him running his hand over his buzzed head even though your gaze was fixated on the tv. you smiled when you felt his lips graze your cheek, pressing a soft kiss there, "can't believe you're watching this crap again."
you listened to his footsteps as lip went into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbed one of the non-alcoholic beers he liked to drink when he had a rough day, a fizz coming out when he opened it.
making his way back to the living room, lip sat down at the foot of the worn-out sofa, taking your feet into his lap and absentmindedly rubbing them. he looked to you, his sand-colored brows furrowed as your eyes remained on the screen, "just spit it out. what's wrong?"
you finally looked at him, your eyes glassy with tears, glistening in the glow of the tv, "i'm pregnant."
"you're…" lip mumbled, "mine?"
you nodded, watching as the frown on his lips turned upside down, the man grabbing your face and grinning more widely than you'd ever seen. he brought his nose to yours, pressing a small peck onto your lips, your lips turning upwards; he wanted this. he wanted forever with you.
Pairing/Characters: College!Lip Gallagher x innocent northside!reader
Word Count: 4.6k
Summary: Your freshman experience in college isn’t exactly how you imagined but when Lip Gallagher invites you to your first college party, he has anything but pure intentions.
Warning: Protected sex, p in v, fingering, kissing, 18+, minors dni
A/N: Does everything I write for Lip lead to smut??? The answer is yes…the answer is always YES. I just can't help it, especially with an innocent reader. Ugh, Lip is just perfect for these moments. I hope you all enjoy ;). Hope you enjoy the long fic. Thank you so much for supporting my work, love ya!! All mistakes are mine.
*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*
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Rough really isn't the word that you’d use. Uneventful, maybe? Bland…dull…boring. Really any of these words would suffice.
Your first few weeks at college were boring.
It almost pains you to actually admit that to yourself. But when the other students talk about parties and drinking and hooking up…you can’t help it that you over analyze all the things you are doing wrong with your college life.
Isn’t college supposed to be when your life officially starts? When you have this new found freedom. The part in your life for experiencing and experimenting. Wow, even the thought of experimenting puts a nervous knot in your belly. Your eyes sweep the buzzing classroom as if to check if anyone is tuning into your radio waves.
Relaxing into your seat, the minutes ticking by until the start of class and you are thinking about sex…well trying not to think about it…not that you really think about it at all. And the only reason that this is at the forefront of your mind is because the two boys to your right are talking about it…in public…at 9am.
You can’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation because they sure as hell aren’t being quiet about it. You’re only one seat away from them, of course you’d be able to hear their conversation. You just wish they would keep it to themselves or at least when no one else is around.
But since they both can’t seem to be quiet for more than a couple of seconds, then you will have to endure the lovely discussion. Thankfully, the second you start to silently plead for them to stop, they do. Switching the topic to a frat party going on later tonight.
A Wednesday night frat party?
Is that what you’re missing in your college life? Getting black-out drunk on a school night. The first though that runs through your head is why? But a second, slightly quieter voice grabs your attention…the little voice in your head that is screaming of envy. That is tingling every fiber in your body, pleading with itself to go to the party. To experience anything other than the mundane, than the boring. But it isn’t like you to go to parties, or to even know how to ask more questions to attempt to go to the party. The sex discussion is starting to sound more appealing than the conflicting fighting going on inside your head.
And when you think, it can’t get anymore annoying, suddenly there is another third voice. One you don’t recognize. Realizing quickly that the voice isn’t inside your head after all.
You aren’t completely sure if the confused look on your face or the stuttering over your words gave it away that you didn’t hear what the boy next you said at all. Because not only does he repeat himself but he also leans across the desk to get closer to you.
“You going to the party at Sigma Chi later?”
The boy speaking to you is Lip. You’ve come to know his name and just a little bit about him over the past several weeks. Nothing extraordinary other than a simple exchanging of names and hometowns. Turns out you are both from Chicago, just opposite the tracks from each other. Lip was one of those southside kids who was gifted enough to go to college and you were one of those northside kids who didn’t have a choice.
You’re unsure really how to respond to his question. Eventually landing on just shrugging your shoulders with an indecisive smile.
“Why, north-siders don’t go to parties?”
Sure they do. Don’t they? They must. Right?
To be honest, you aren’t really sure because you’ve never been to one. High school is not far off from college in terms of experiences. You were are a quiet kid and you’ve slowly had to come to terms with the fact that you’ve fallen a little behind.
“You should come.” Lip smiles, his comment bouncing around your head.
You tuck the fallen strands of hair behind your ear, “I don’t know…” The words drift into the space that separates the two of you.
“It’ll be fun.” Emphasizing the last word. Does he even realize that he’s biting his bottom lip right now?
“I don’t know anyone who’s going.” You are hesitant to speak, the pitch of your voice doesn’t sound quite right coming out of your mouth.
“You know me.”
And with those three little words, the whole day becomes a haze.
You end up exchanging phone numbers with Lip before the start of class. He texts you the address with a little smiley face emoticon.
You can’t help the smile that tugs on your face the rest of the day. Following you from class to class, on your walk home and the whole entire time you spend getting ready.
You are actually going to a college party. A boy invited you to a college party. Are you supposed to start screaming now or should you wait until afterwards? You honestly cannot decide.
Gripping onto the strap on your tiny purse as you stand outside of the large home. Dozens of students streaming in and out, laughing, yelling. Your eyes don’t know where to look first as you take the first couple of steps into the house.
It’s quite exhilarating, your heart pounding loudly in your chest as the music fills your ears. You see some familiar faces and are able to muster up a small wave too but are overwhelmed by the number of people you don’t know. You are a little fish in the sea of sharks, knowing that any one of these animals can rip you to shreds. Which is oddly making this night much for exciting.
Making your way into the large living area, the sea of students grinding on one another in the middle and shouting from a beer-pong game in the corner can be heard clearly over the blaring music. You stick closely to the walls, hoping in some way to disappear into the striped paper. Merely wanting to observe what really goes on at a college party, unsure if you will actually be able to participate in any way. This party is so far out of your comfort zone that it feels like you have been transported to another planet.
But this is what college is all about, right? Getting out of your comfort zone, participating in new experiences, living a little. The sad fact is that you just don’t know how. It’s scary, standing here by yourself, with no one to help shield you from the chaos. You cross your arms around your waist, shielding yourself from all of it. You feel completely out of place and are starting to feel like maybe you shouldn’t have come at all.
It’s as if Lip is conjured out of thin air, being able to hear your silent pleads from across the house, when you finally see him squeeze his way through the horde of drunk students. His lazy smile brings you a tiny shred of hope that you are not alone.
When he finally reaches you, he hands you a red cup filled with some unknown liquid. You raise an eyebrow at him, silently questioning the contents of the drink.
He laughs, leans into you, his hot breath on your ear, “Don’t worry, it’s just water.”
Your body physically reacts to his closeness by going weak in the knees, thankful that you have the wall behind you to hold yourself up right. But you still can’t help but feel like you're falling when he doesn’t move away, even after you take a drink of clear liquid.
“I’m glad you came tonight.” The music is loud but not so loud that he needs to be this close to you and he knows it too. Your eyes lock together as if some unspoken words are being exchanged between the two of your bodies that you mind is too slow or too incompetent to understand.
“I didn’t want to miss out on all the fun.” You playfully throw his words from earlier back at him.
His laugh is radiant. The hot air coating your skin as he leans against the wall with his shoulder, just staring at you. A slow heat begins to grow in your cheeks under his stare. Shifting the plastic cup between your hands as your palms grow sweatier.
You’ve never had someone look at you this way before. His blue eyes boring into yours, searching for all the answers to who you truly are. Sure, you can smell the alcohol on Lip’s breath but you can tell he isn’t drunk. You can sense that this mutual feeling is engulfing the both of you. The air around you both becomes increasingly warmer as he inches closer to you.
His left hand reaches out for yours, his fingertips lightly touching yours, tapping them to the beat of the music. You can tell he is testing the waters, seeing if you will pull away or not. You cannot fathom the thought of ever pulling away from his touch.
Lip finally intertwines his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand gently as he pushes himself off of the wall and starts to walk backwards, pulling you along with him. Leaving the half-empty red cup forgotten on an end table.
“Where are we going?” You giggle, a wide smile engulfing your features.
“Just trust me.” He pulls you into the crowd of dancing classmates.
“Trust you? I barely know you.” You retort quickly as he pulls you against him, settling his hands on your hips as your arms instinctively wrap over his shoulders.
“Good.” He winks and you laugh and everything just feels so right in this moment.
Coming to this party was starting to feel like the beginning of your story, the beginning of getting over your fears of being left behind, of being forgotten by those your own age. Lip saw you in a crowd full of people, he chose you to be the one to dance with.
In the middle of this packed living room, you and Lip are tangled in your own world. The air is thick with sweat, laughter, and a buzz that is emanating off the two of you. Your eyes lock with Lips, and for just a second, the chaos of your surroundings disappears. Leaving the two of you, embracing the spark that is traveling between your bodies.
Your heart begins to beat faster, the beat of the music pumping the muscle along as Lip pulls you closer. Your breaths mingle in the small shared space, with yours periodically halting when Lip’s hands curve around your waist, his fingertips brushing against the exposed skin on the small of your back.
And it’s within that touch, that gentle, meaning touch that something inside of your switches. That this simple moment between you and Lip is starting to mean something more, something real, something that you can reach out and hold between your hands. This isn’t some little fling that either of you are going to regret in the morning, everything at this moment is pure and intentional.
For the second time tonight, the music and crowd slowly fades away. It really is just you and Lip in a room full of sweaty people and you don’t seem to mind because you are with him.
The song ends after a single moment, but neither of you seem to be able to move. You’re still held in his embrace, the same breath being exchanged between the two of you, when Lip dips his head. His mouth crashing into yours, filled with passion and need.
One of his hands travels to your cheek while the other keeps you in position against his hard body. A slow burning fire spreads between you, lips moving together so perfectly as you fall into a gentle rhythm. The taste of him is so overwhelming, this new experience of kissing someone is more than you could have imagined. If you knew this was how this night was going to go then you may have stayed home, and you can’t help but feel so happy you didn’t.
When Lip finally pulls away, it’s only enough to let some cold air mingle in the hot space between your mouths.
You smile, your lips still tingling with remembrance of the kiss, looking into Lip’s eyes, “Should we…um, go somewhere else?”
You can’t believe those words just left your mouth. You asking a guy to go somewhere else is definitely not on your bingo card for the night. To be honest, none of what is happening was on your bingo card. This night was exceeding your expectations with each passing moment.
Lip nods his head, a panting yes escapes him.
Lip’s rough hands trail over your arms, leaving a wake of fire in its path. His hand intertwines with yours as he leads you out of the sweaty crowd to a more secluded area where the two of you can be alone.
You can’t even begin to describe the way your body is buzzing right now, the nerves, the adrenaline pumping through your veins is the only thing making you stand up right. You have some idea what was going to happen when you and Lip enter a vacant room. You were sheltered but you aren’t that sheltered, you just haven’t ever had sex with anyone before.
This was your first time and maybe it wasn’t going to be in the most special place, but you can feel that it is going to be with someone so special. Your heart beats loudly in your ears as the music starts to fade into the background as you climb the staircase behind Lip.
He smiles at you, squeezing your hand gently as he pulls you towards the direction of some rooms. Punching a code into one of the doors furthest from the stairs. The lock clicks and Lip steps aside so you are able to enter first.
The room is clean, thankfully. A large bed takes up most of the space under three bay windows. A desk is adjunct to the wall the door is on. As you step inside, you start to realize that this isn’t some random room, but Lip’s room. This realization lets you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You are silently thanking anyone out there for not having your first time be in some randos bed.
You aren’t quite sure what you do now that you are standing in Lip’s room. The adrenaline is starting to wear off and the nerves are shooting through your limbs. It will be any second now where you will start to overthink this whole thing and may ruin it before it can even begin. But this is something that you desperately want to experience in college, something that you want to experience with Lip.
Before your anxiety can skyrocket, you feel Lip press up against your back. You also feel something else, way harder, push against your butt. You didn’t know that this tiny action would make you so horny.
Lip’s finger traces down your forearms, his hot breath can be felt on your neck. His wet mouth kisses softly into the delicate skin, his electric touch jolting your body as a heavy gasp escapes your lips. Lip must be happy at the reaction as he chuckles into your skin.
Lip spins you around in his arms, his hands landing back on the small of your back, inching slowly towards the top of your ass. Your pulse is thumping under your skin, in your chest as you stare into Lip’s enchanting eyes. You almost feel dizzy with it, the closeness, the endless possibilities of being here with him.
This time, you take the first step, parting your lips slightly as you move towards him. But it only takes a second for Lip to reclaim his power over you.
At first the kiss is soft, his mouth barely there, hovering over yours, making you yearn for any sort of his touch. His lips brush against yours a second time, then he pushes himself into you deeper, slow and meaning at first, but the need to have you closer is beginning to overcome him. The aggressive part of him seeping through the cracks.
The warmth of his lips, the way his hands slide lower to the curve of your ass. You respond, instinctively, with your hands threading through the short hair at the back of his head, tugging him closer. The kiss is deepening quickly with an urgency that’s starting to become natural between you and Lip.
Your heart is pounding so loud now, that you are sure that Lip can hear it too. The kiss, this moment is perfect. Being here, in Lip’s embrace is terrifying and exhilarating and everything that you have always craved.
You melt into Lip as he begins to move the two of you to the bed in the middle of the room. His hands start to make quick work to pull your shirt over your head, which makes you break your kiss for just a brief moment before the two of you resume like nothing happened. His hands sliding their way around your back to unhook your bra, throwing the material in some unknown direction. Then he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your short skirt, yanking roughly to pull the material away. You step out of your sneakers and skirt, falling onto the bed as Lip pulls away.
You melt underneath his stare. His eyes scan your bare body as you inch yourself further onto the bed. You are beginning to feel exposed under his sharp gaze. One of your arms trails up the length of your body, trying to hide yourself but Lip tugs your hand away. Shaking his head.
“Perfect,” Lip whispers as his fingers brush against the bare skin, circling around your breast and nipple, up your neck and finally brushing against your jaw. Tilting your chin up to capture your lips in his as he climbs over your small body.
Your breath hitches, back arching as you rub against Lip. The heavy kisses deepen slowly as Lip positions himself between your legs. Pressing his arching boner in your sweet core. One arm slipping underneath your back, while the other cups your breast. His fingers toying with your sensitive nipple as your moan radiates into Lip’s mouth.
Your fingers slide up his neck, feeling the way his pulse skips underneath your touch, how his breath is shaky and uneven. Lip pulls you in even closer than before, and it’s this simple motion of closeness that sparks something more between the two of you, something that has been building long before the kiss on the dance floor, or his invitation during class. This spark has been developing from the small touches when he gets to class late and needs to sit in the seat next to you, or the small glances both of you steal when the other isn’t paying attention.
The kiss deepens again, and this time it’s like a slow burning fire catching, spreading rapidly over your body. His lips move with yours in perfect rhythm, as if you’ve always known how to fit together. The taste of him is almost overwhelming at this moment. The weight of him over you grounds you to this earth, without it you would certainly be floating in the sky.
After a moment, Lip pulls away again. Taking his time to soak you in, capturing every detail to his memory. His fingers scrolling around your chest and stomach, the cold tips tinkling you as he memorizes the feeling of your skin.
When his hands leave your body, your sigh. Watching as he rips his shirt over his head while scooting backwards off the bed. His eyes watch you as his hands work quickly to unlace his belt and unbutton his pants before stripping them away.
Before he pulls down his boxers, a moment of pause blankets the room, “You’re sure you want to do this, northside?” The nickname is surely a tease that does make you hot underneath his stare.
You shake your head yes before Lip slips his thumbs under his waistband to pull off his boxers. And you were not expecting him to be so big when the fabric is released, pooling around his ankles.
You have little time to process his throbbing erection when he starts to climb on top of you again. Your eyes stare as his penis starts to bob against his stomach.
“I need to hear you say it.” His fingers lift your chin towards his face, your eyes are the last thing to reach him, wide and doe-like, as your mind is running wild with impure fantasies.
“I really,” you gulp, “really want to do this.”
“Good,” the devilish smile returns to his face.
In one swift movement, Lip reaches to push the back of your legs towards your stomach, opening your center wide for him. The lace fabric of your panties barely does anything to cover up your core. You turn your face to the side, a heat beginning to rise in your cheeks as your pussy and ass are exposed for Lip.
“Don’t look away,” His hands squeeze the back of your thighs to grab your attention. Your head whips back to him quickly as you watch his fingers start to move towards your center. Your hands gripping the soft fabric beneath you, hoping it will help stable you in this moment.
You bite your bottom lip as his middle finger lightly grazes over the thin fabric, the small touch shooting pure electricity through your body. You never knew you could feel this kind of way from someone’s touch before.
Lip allows you to catch your breath before moving on, his middle finger passing over the same spot as before but this time with more pressure. And with more pressure from his finger means more sparks shooting through your body and a whine escaping from your lips.
Lip smiles down at you in satisfaction. He starts to move his finger in small circles around your covered clit, your breath heaving through the pleasure. Your face contorting as he picks up speed, his other hand still gripping the back on your thigh to keep you in the place.
After he is satisfied with how you are wiggling underneath his touch, he slips his pointer finger under the fabric to expose your heat. He licks his lips while taking in the sight of your perfect pussy, your juices leaking from your folds as the same finger grazes over the bare skin.
The feeling is more intense than before, times a million. And you can’t help but shift underneath his touch but he holds firm on your thigh and keeps you steady on his lap. You couldn’t go anywhere if you tried hard enough. And it wasn’t like you wanted too but the feeling is just so overwhelming that you don’t know what else to do other than to try to move away.
Lip begins circling your clit again, this time using his thumb. The vibration running through your body makes you arch your back and moan his name with pleasure. You are pure happiness right now.
He then moves his thumb further down your folds until he hovers over your entrance. Your juices coat the tip of his finger before he dips into you. The moan that erupts from you is no longer quiet but a loud arch that comes from the deepest part of you as Lip inserts a part of himself into your pussy.
His finger moves faster inside of you, his thumb sooner replaced by his other hand's pointer finger. Pumping mercifully in and out of your entrance, sending shock waves through your whole body. His thumb resumes its place on your clit, the combination is ruthless as he makes you feel an unimaginable amount of pleasure.
Moans, whines, whispers of profanities leaving your lips in waves as he continues to fulfill your wildest wishes and add another finger which intensifies everything. Pumping faster and rubbing quicker as your body locks underneath his grasp. Chest heaving rapidly as you release yourself onto his long fingers. White spots cloud your vision as your breath slows down and Lip pulls his fingers out of you.
Your hand wipes away sweat from your forehead as you meet Lip's gaze after your moment of ecstasy. A nervous smile dances across your face as you meet his eyes. You are quickly reassured of yourself when a wide, teeth-fill smile is staring back down at you. Lip is visibly delighted with how well he can make you cum.
He leans back on his heels, his throbbing erection leaking precum down his shaft. Your eyes dart from his to his bouncing member, licking your lips in the process.
Lip leans over you, to one of the bedside tables to open a drawer, digging around to find a condom. He leans back again, ripping the condom wrapping with his teeth and wrapping himself in the plastic.
He leans down to capture your lips after being away from them for too long. A moan from him vibrates your whole body as he wraps his arms around you, his finger twisting in the strands of your hair, holding you tightly as he slowly pushes his thick member between your folders.
Your legs spread further apart to accommodate his size. Your head burying in the nape of his neck as slides all the way into you. The burning sensation is pleasurable as he lets your breath slightly relax before beginning to pump. His hips moving rapidly between your legs, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.
His tongue trails over the sweet spot under your jaw, biting and sucking as his mouth makes its way yours. You part your lips as he catches them, slipping his tongue into your mouth. The warm muscle sweeping around yours, dancing, fighting for dominance as the heat of pleasure engulfs the both of you.
A groan vibrates against you, his hips buckling with each thrust as they become sloppier with each passing second. Pure bliss wrapping around your body as Lip pounds into you, over and over again. His hard muscles hold you still as he uses your body for pure pleasure.
As his groans and grunts become more frequent and his thrusting becomes messier, the speed in which he pounds into you quickens. Releasing you from the sloppy kiss, his forehead against yours as you stare into each other's eyes.
His pupils dilate as they meet yours, breathes hitching in the shared space. His thrust even out as he releases himself into you. Your moans erupt on his hot kiss with his last hard drives of his hips.
He kisses your lips one last time, holding for just a second longer than needed, before getting up off the bed. He leaves the room for a couple of seconds to get a towel from the on-suite bathroom and discard the used condom.
You have to give yourself a little moment to come back down to earth after that extraordinary moment that you just shared with Lip. Pushing yourself to the top of the bed as Lip comes over to clean you up. He tosses the towel aside when it is no longer needed and opens the blanket for you to climb underneath.
He slips into the covers with you, pulling you into his body.
“I told you it would be fun.” He teases, kissing the top of your head as you snuggle into his chest. But you knew, as you drift off to sleep, that your dreams will never live up to this reality.
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