Princess - Lip Gallagher
Lip Gallagher x F! Reader 18+
Summary: Tony's little sister has a crush on Lip and Lip has fallen for her even if she seems like a princess.
Words: 2400
Warnings: NSFW, Dry sex / Dry humping, alcohol, marijuana
~MDNI~
Y/n was Tony Markovich's little sister and she had the world's biggest crush on Phillip Gallagher. Lip hadn't always liked the girl, he found her too shy, always hiding in the background but the last few months, bumping into her as she leaves her brothers place to then hanging out together, he found himself falling for her. Walking sunshine would be his best description of her, followed closely by princess which she complains about although she secretly loves the nickname. Â
Lip was apprehensive to start anything with Tony's little sister, the man might like Fiona and by extension Lip and his family, but he was still a cop and he'd seen how scary he could be towards her boyfriend Kyle a few years back so it was no surprise she'd been single since. Y/n however was afraid Lip just wasn't into her and had been too afraid to say anything, her anxiety keeping her feelings just below the surface. It was hard though, watching him with Karen then even harder when they stopped seeing each other because now she could feasibly tell him how she feels but still the words would stick in her throat.
Tonight, she sat huddled under a picnic blanket, staring at the small crackling fire as people around the makeshift circle laughed and chatted. She glanced up when a beer bottle entered her line of sight and smiled up at Lip who was offering her the drink. "Thanks Lip, looks like it was a fight for the cooler tonight" she mused, eyeing the small group of guys that were stood around said cooler yelling at each other. "Ah, worth the fight I recon" Lip had laughed as he sat down beside her and as she tugged the blanket tighter around herself. Getting a glare from her in response, "It's not my fault I dressed for summer in summer, only for the temperature to drop like it's fall".
Lip pulled out a joint, lighting it up and taking a long drag of it, watching the smoke he blows back out dissipate into the air. Turning slightly, he offered it to y/n before remembering she doesn't smoke, "sorry, I always forget, you're a princess" he scoffed, lips curled into a playful smirk. He often made fun of her for it but never with the intention of forcing her into it and up until now she had never shown an interest either, never seemed bothered by the teasing. However, to his surprise he felt her fingers brush over his hand as she moved to take it from him causing Lip to raise a brow in surprise.
"Y'know I'm joking right? It's fine you don't smoke" Lip was quick to reassure her as he turned to face her properly. "Yeah, I know. You'd never make me do anything I didn't want to Lip. I want to try it, just been afraid of getting caught by Tony and he's working tonight, so" she shrugged, blue eyes flicking up to meet his. "Plus, I know I'm safe with you for my first-time smoking weed so, if the offer stands?" Lip nodded, that familiar warm feeling settling in his chest which he was quick to wave off as the weed even though he knew better. He handed the joint to her, explaining how to smoke it then watching as she followed his instructions.
Y/n only held it in her lungs for a few seconds before the dry burn of her lungs had her coughing. Lip reached over, rubbing her back as he laughed at her, a shit eating grin on his face. âCat got your lung?â Lip laughed again, only to get whacked in the chest by her hand causing him to cough. Y/n shot him daggers but her lips were quirked up, her features alight with amusement the way he loved and it made him smile and that warm feeling tighten.
It only took a few minutes for it to kick in, but when it did, y/n found herself entranced by the fire, the way it moved and the flames broke off and flicked up into the sky had her captivated. Lip however was captivated instead by her, the way her eyes watched the flames and reflected them and the little gasp when it made a particularly loud crackle. At one point y/n leant into Lipâs side, his arm moving to wrap around her while she spoke, âDoes it always feel this peaceful?â Lip shook his head, squeezing her lightly, âNot always, depends on the person and how often they smoke.â Y/n made a small sound in reply before smiling up at him. âI think this is the first time in my life I actually feel calm, like I can talk without everything catching in my throat, I like itâ her voice trailed off as her eyes returned to the fire.
She perked up as a new song came on, âOh! Oh Lip, I love this songâ she beamed, standing up and extending her hand to him, âdance with me?â Had it been anyone else he wouldâve said no but he couldnât, not to her and with that he placed his beer down and took her hand. Y/n wasnât a good dancer, but her awkwardness was rather endearing to Lip as they danced to a few songs, laughing freely as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. Lip smiled, wrapping his own arms around her waist and hugged her back before lifting her up and spinning her around. She giggled, holding on tighter until he set her back down. Y/n expected the anxiety to bubble up as she looked up at him but instead found only the uninhibited desire to kiss him. One hand still holding his shoulder, the other moved to his cheek as she leaned in to kiss him, catching Lip off guard entirely. It took a second for him to kiss back but once he did, he never wanted to stop. It was a simple kiss, but they could both feel more, so when she pulled back, he pouted causing her to laugh.
âWalk me home?â she asked, a small smile on her lips. Lip nodded, âyeah, âcourse.â He took her hand and they headed for Tonyâs house, although as they reached the foot path, the cool breeze had y/n shivering, curling into his arm. As much as he liked her being that close, he felt bad and quickly pulled away to shed his coat and wrap her in it, smiling when only her finger tips peeked through the sleeves. Taking her hand again, he was relieved when she leant back into him. As they reached the porch, she unlocked the door and stepped inside, smiling back at him, âcoming?â Lip was quick to take her outstretched hand and follow her in. They walked upstairs and she pushed open one of the doors, he looked around her bedroom before looking back at her. She was kicking off her shoes and hopping onto her bed so he followed suit, coming to sit beside her, back against the wall and feet hanging off the other side of her bed while she sat facing him, legs tucked to the side.
Her fingers brushed his hand, pulling his eyes to her, âcan I kiss you again?â Lip smiled, leaning forward and she was quick to meet him halfway. This time the kiss wasnât unexpected and Lip made sure to make it a good one. His hands sat either side of her face, fingers curling into her hair as his tongue traced her bottom lip and without hesitation she opened her mouth for him, giving him complete control as she leant into him. Her hands grasped at his shoulders and Lip moved a hand to her waist, pulling her closer until she was sat, straddling his lap. The kissing only got more heated from there, Lip ran his hand on her waist under her top, loving the way she leaned into his touch. His hand moved to her back, tracing up and down her spine before returning to her waist.
Lip broke the kiss causing y/n to whine before he pressed his lips to her neck, hands moving to shove his jacket off her shoulders. She easily shrugged it off, letting the heavy fabric hit the floor as she focused on the way his teeth nipped her neck making her gasp. âLipâ her voice came out so softly it was barely audible but their proximity meant he heard her and he smiled against her throat, âPrincess?â Her cheeks reddened at the teasing tone, her fingers carding through his hair, tugging at the short pieces at the back making him groan as he looked up to her. Both of his hands sat on her hips now and he gripped them tightly, pulling her forward, grinding her against the rough denim that wasnât doing much to conceal how hard he was in that moment. She surprised herself with the moan that escaped her throat, cheeks now a deep shade of red as she looked down at him.
âLip, IâŠâ her voice trailed off and Lip stopped, eyes lifting to meet hers, brows knitting together, âWe donât have to if you donât want toâ She shook her head, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before glancing down, âI want to, I really do but, you should know Iâm, well Iâm a virgin.â Lip felt bad, the way she whispered the word âvirginâ sounded like she was ashamed and his hand caught the side of her face, encouraging her to look at him, âItâs okay.â Now it was his turn for his voice to trail off as he sighed, âYouâre still high though, we canât⊠youâre first time should be sober.â
âOh, Iâm sorry, I shouldâve told you before I invited you up here, now weâre both, Iâm sorry Lip!â y/n rambled, immediately afraid sheâd ruined his night and was about to hop off when Lip grabbed her hip, shaking his head, âItâs okay, we can just, make-out if you want? Or not if you donât want to.â She shifted her weight back to the centre of his lap to kiss him however the friction had them both groaning. She was quick to apologise again and Lip was just as quick to reassure her it was okay, pressing his lips to hers in hopes of returning to the make-out session.
Lip kept his hands to her back and waist, his lips on hers or the hickey he had started earlier. Y/n however was still well aware of just how turned on they both were and decided to roll her hips against him. Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the desperation for some form of friction, either way, feeling Lip dig his fingers into her waist made her smile. It wasnât until she did it a second time with a bit more force that Lip realised it was no longer an accident, he glanced up at her with a brow raised and she bit her lip, âIs this okay?â Lip was sure he should say no and stop her, he should be decent and tell her to go to bed, but his decency seemed to stop at sex. Grinding on one another though? That was fair game. So instead, he found himself pushing his hips hard up into her, watching with a smirk as she gasped.
Things devolved into desperation after that, both tipsy and high, they wanted to feel good and their hot kisses full of tongue and teeth were only adding fuel to the fires burning in them. Lip was now gripping y/nâs hips tightly, using them as leverage to drag her over his now painfully hard cock, grunting as he pressed his lips to the crook of her neck. Y/n was no better, the previous slow rolling of her hips was now faster and getting uneven like her breathing, the small whimpers and moans only pushing Lip closer to his own climax. âFuck, princess, you sound so sweetâ Lip groaned against her ear, kissing her temple then her lips. She had avoided speaking, knowing sentences werenât going to be achievable right now but she stuttered nonetheless, âso close, Lip, soâ her voice cut off with a particularly harsh thrust from Lip. âLip, Lip please, Lip,â she whimpered, nails biting into his shoulders as she chanted his name. She came moments later, body tensing as she cried out his name while Lip kept her moving as until he came too, groaning against her chest.
Y/n began to come down from her high, head resting against his shoulder as she got her breathing back to normal. Lip held her tightly still, arms now wrapped around her waist and his head leant back against the window. They stayed like that for a while, both enjoying the euphoria and comfort within one another before finally y/n leant back, cheeks red as she looked at Lip. He was quick to kiss her before leaning back to meet her eyes, âyou okay?â She nodded, âyeah, Iâm okay. You?â Lip nodded, kissing her cheek softly. âItâs probably really silly but god I am so tired nowâ she whispered causing Lip to laugh. âNo, itâs not, itâs pretty normal. I should get home anyway; let you get to bedâ He smiled softly at her.
Nodding, y/n slipped herself off his lap, âYeah, plus if Tony comes home to us in bed together, I think heâd kill you.â Lip laughed nervously, hopping off the bed and grabbing his jacket, holding it in front of his crotch in hopes he could hide the dark patch theyâd both made. He leant across the bed, kissing her gently but with a depth that had her head spinning. âIâll see you tomorrow princessâ Lip smirked at her before heading out. Y/n sat on her bed wondering if she just imagined it all or if it was some crazy weed induced hallucination, however as her eyes flicked across the floor, she noticed Lipâs scarf on the floor and she went a grabbed it. With the scarf in hand, she curled up under her covers, bringing the scarf up to her nose and breathing in, smiling at the smell of cigarettes, weed and beer she knew it was real and found herself falling asleep to thought of seeing Lip again tomorrow.
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đ« anon are you alive out there friend?
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Okay I am legit planning to write blurbs tonight
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Kill me thanks
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hugging carmen because you just love him so much
Oh heâs so a hugger in private. He just loves loves loves hugs. They do help calm down your nervous system from the pressure. Fun fact!
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đ§ | agora hills, carmen berzatto.
somethin' different about you / love it when he hit and smack too / baby, lemme lick on your tattoos / thatâs true that i like PDA / take it to a seedy place / suck a little dick in the bathroom.
NSFW, blowjobs, semi-public sex, cum stuff.
request a playlist roulette here!
It had been innocent enough. Youâd suggested a bar you regular at, managing to drag about half the kitchen staff down. Beers were shared, maybe you had a few too many shots, but what the hell, whoâs counting?
âHey, hey,â Carmen whispers, shooting a panicked look over at the door. âTheyâre gonna realise. Someoneâs gonna come in.â
Heâs utterly freaked out as your nails scrape under his shirt, pushing the white fabric up and up and up. You get it high enough, before replacing fingers with teeth, leaning in to nip playfully at his exposed chest.
âLocked.â You mumble into his warm skin, pressing a few kisses into his chest before flattening your tongue, dragging it over the smooth surface of his pecs.
It earns a grunt in response, Carmenâs gaze still focused on the bathroom door. Outside, it was bustling, and itâll be sooner rather than later that another patron needs to pee, and management discovers someoneâs hijacked their bathroom.
But Carmen canât help himself, a bitter taste on his tongue thinking back to the barâs interior. Not the bar, the guys. You were a regular here, right? So, you had to know, how they all eyed you like a piece of meat.
âSounds like youâve done this before.â He mumbles, words tinged with something alike to jealousy, slightly condescending and definitely petty.
You bite sharply down at his chest, which earns a wince in response. Carmenâs hand moves up, clasping at the back of your head, trying to pry you from his sensitive skin. It works, for you move away, only to drop to your knees.
âMen are so goddamn weird,â You huff out, complaining mindlessly while your fingers work at his belt. It reduces Carmen to a nervous mess, his face fluctuating between the locked door, and you. âYou donât gotta be all anxious about other guys. Iâm very happily taken.â
âYeah butââ His voice tapers off into a sharp inhale, as you tug his cock from those old jeans. âThey donât know that.â
Thereâs more he wants to say, but it doesnât come out, doesnât even form in his mind. Carmenâs focus dissolves, forgetting all about the door, all about the bar, their friends. Your hand is soft as it wraps around his length, gentle caresses that have him quickly hardening, as if the sight of you down there didnât do it already.
You move forward, licking a long stripe up the length of him, tracing a swollen vein. It ends at his tip, which youâre quick to wrap your lips around, mouth hollow as you mumble your reply through a mouthful of dick: âThen I gotta show them, huh?â
Itâs filthy and Carmen is absolutely fucking done for. His hands grip the counter so hard his knuckles are white, panting and groaning above you while you suck him off, wet and messy, just the way he likes it. Spit is collecting in your mouth and dribbling past your lips, running down his shaft and collecting at the zipper of his jeans.
Youâre quick about it, slick noises filling the space, hollowing your cheeks just right and paying extra attention to his reddened tip. âPleaseâ fuck, please, can I?â Carmen doesnât even get the question out, because you know exactly what he means, and youâre nodding as well as you can with him stuffed down your throat.
His hands move to your head, gripping handfuls of your hair and pulling you further onto him. Air forgoes you in favour of pulling each wrecked noise from your boyfriend, Carmenâs legs trembling with the pressure of an orgasm that builds and builds until heâs cumming hot strings down your throat. Itâs salty and fills the cavity of your mouth, but you pull off a second before heâs finished spilling his load, fisting his cock and letting the few last drops land on your lips.
And Carmen is still panting, hair stuck to his forehead, unable to catch his breath as he watches you: using his dick to smear the cum over your lips, almost like putting on lipgloss, letting it seep into the cracks and crevices.
Words fail him as you hoist yourself to your feet, knees a little sore, feet a little numb, but ultimately uncaring. You bend over the sink next to him, pressing an exaggerated and firm kiss onto the bathroom mirror. The imprint it leaves behind is clear as day: a milky cum stain in the shape of your lips. You stare at it proudly, turning to grin back at Carmen, whose cock is hardening once more at the sight.
âThink thatâs good enough?â
âJesus fucking Christ.â
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Just wanna make Carm cum in his vintage jeans is that too much to ask đ„ș
Mmmmmmhhhh I so get it.
Straddling inexperienced Carmy while heâs sitting up on the couch at his place. Thereâs pure desire in his eyes as he looks up at you. His hands lay beside his thighs on the couch cushions, like he has no idea where to put them.
âYou can touch me you know, Carm. I donât mind.â
âI uh, I didnât want to be disrespectful.â
âItâs not disrespectful at all. I want you to touch me.â You take each of his hands by the wrist, guiding him to hold your hips. âThere we go, thatâs better.â Carmyâs hands tremble slightly on your waist. Heâs nervous out of his mind.
âK-kiss me?â Carmen asks. His voice comes out merely as a whine.
You meet his lips without hesitation, pressing your tongue on the seam between his lips. It takes him a second to catch on, but as soon as he does, he opens his mouth to let you in.
Carmy groans into your mouth as your lips move against his. His hands grip your hips tight enough to bruise. Naturally, your hips grind down onto him. Heâs rock hard underneath you, straining against the fabric of his jeans.
You donât slow down your hips, relishing in the desperate whimpers that leave his throat. His hands have slipped underneath your shirt to feel your bare skin. He doesnât dare travel upwards though, no matter how much he wants to.
Your hands have moved to comb through his curls, pulling tightly. Carmyâs canât get enough of you. Heâs strong arms press you down on the hardness in his jeans.
His lips can barely stay connected to yours, too overwhelmed by you. He canât stop the helpless groans that come out of his mouth one after the other. You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, before working down his face to his neck.
Carmyâs hips buck up against you as you suck on the pulse of his neck. âFuckââ he moans completely unabashed. His head falls back against the couch, giving you full access to his neck. When your teeth lightly scrape down his pulse point, a sharp whine escapes him.
You continue your movements on top of him, but that stops when he clutches at your hips, stopping you with his arms. âT-too much.â Carmy can barely get the words out.
Carefully, you sit up and stare at the sight before you. Carmy is still lying with his head thrown back. His cheeks are bright red, and heâs refusing to open his eyes and make eye contact with you. Itâs then you put the pieces together. You realize the bulge in his pants is gone. Now, a small wet spot grows on the front of his jeans.
âOhââ You really donât know what else to say. You havenât had a guy ever cum from dry humping before now.
He finally opens his eyes to look at you. âShit, mâsorry.â
âWhat are you sorry about?â Your hand combs through his hair soothingly.
âItâs embarrassing. I-I finally have a girl back to my place and I canât evenââ he groans in defeat, letting his head fall back.
âI dunno Carm. I thought it was pretty hot.â
His head perks back up at your words. His blue eyes blown wide. âYou what?â
âYeahâ Iâve never had a guy uh, like that so much. It feels like a compliment more than anything. Donât be embarrassed.â
âC-can I return the favor?â
âOhâI mean you donât have to! Itâs totally fine if youââ
He cuts you off before touching can finish your sentence. âI want to. Please.â
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Currently writing about making carmy cum in his pants âïž
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omg and then he just looks up at you adoringly <3
Heâs truly like a golden retriever when he wants to be
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imagine just patting carmy on the head unprompted
Heâs a little cutie that needs to be pat on the head. If Richie did it? Heâd throw hands. You though? You can do whatever you want.
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i just wanna tug on his hair and call him pretty boy :(
it's not fairrrr
This is the dream. Coming up behind him while heâs cooking in the kitchen, and running your fingers through his hair.
âYouâre so pretty, you know that? My pretty boy.â He sighs as you press a kiss to his neck.
â âm not. Youâre the pretty one. So gorgeous,â he turns his head over to look at you. Your hands are still in his hair, massaging at his scalp. âI donât know how I got so lucky to have you.â
âWell Iâm going to keep calling you my pretty boy until you believe it. Because itâs true.â
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it's all fun and games until he puts on one of those slutty t-shirts
Nothing will ever top the sluttiness of this
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ive been using my disney plus app to watch it since i have zero clue what my hulu login is and like. it didnât save where i was on ep7 so now im just rewatching it đđ
Me and Disney plus are currently on bad terms because my parents own the account but I live at college and have now been kicked out of the account :) Iâm poor Disney :) let me use my parents Disney plus account :) Iâll pay an extra dollar if that makes you happy :)
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the feminine urge to talk back to carmy and see what he does in response is off the charts rn
The answer is simple! He would spank you. As long as youâve consented to it of course
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Oh I want to say â€ïžâđ„ anon I acknowledge your existence đ I just havenât had time to write the blurb yet!
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my dumbass didnt realize im still on season 1. gotta finish/watch ep 7 and 8 and thennnn its onto s2
Pls this is so real. I love the last two episodes so much!
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i'm doing well :)
currently fantasizing about carmy's nose đ€€
ugh he's so prettyyy
His nose is so GRAHHHHH. ( also Iâm glad youâre doing well!)
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