#shameless things

"it's not going away!" you whine, tears brimming—dramatic like only you can be.

lip laughs from his spot on the bed as he watches you rub your neck raw in front of the mirror. "it'll go away on it's own, sweetheart." he puts out his cigarette in an empty coffee mug on the bed side table. "c'mere, sit down."

"everyone's gonna make fun of me," you cry, glaring at him through your teary eyes.

his mouth quirks up and he pats at his bed, "c'mere"

you huff the whole way to his bed, pouting dramatically before slumping down next to him, face buried in his chest. "you're mean."

"no one will make fun of you," he rubs your back and then pats condescendingly at your ass. he snorts when you sniffle and arch slightly into his touch. "I'll kick their ass."

"mickey already did," you grumble, socked foot kicking against the mattress in a weak attempt at a tantrum.

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Reader Summary: y/n and Lip have been together for a while, it's another heatwave in Chicago and y/n decides on making popsicles for the kids. Little did she know that Lip wanted to play house with her. Warnings: sex and swearing Wordcount: 1.600

18+, Minors do not interact!

The house was quiet. It was an odd scenery at the Gallagher’s since the household of six involved a lot of shouting, laughing and drama on a daily basis.  The only sound was the fan that Lip had placed in the corner of his room. It made a soft humming noise while it tried to cool the both of you down. It was unsuccessful. Sweat drops were spread all over your body and halfway through the night you had taken off your t-shirt because the fabric was clinging to your body. Lip was still fast asleep next to you, his brown-blondish hair stuck to his forehead and a soft snore left his lips. The alarm clock on his bedside table showed 6:00 AM, the household wouldn’t get up for another hour and a half. As quietly as possible you tried to get out of bed, putting Lip’s old shirt that you used as a pyjama back on followed by an old pair of jeans shorts.  A hoarse groan left his lips as you were putting your hair up in a messy bun. ‘Whatcha doin’? Get back in bed it’s not seven-thirty yet.’ A soft smile spread across your face. 'Shh, you can stay in, I can’t sleep anymore it’s way too hot.’ 'Whatever.’ A soft chuckle left your lips when you heard his reply and walked out of his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was going to be another hot summer day in Chicago and you decided that you would make some popsicles for the kids to cool down during the day. Ian had brought home some bottles of ice tea from his job a couple of days ago, Linda said that they could have them since it would be nice for the kids to drink during the heatwave. The little monsters immediately tackled the beverages but there was almost one full bottle left and you decided to water it down to make the popsicles.

You searched through the various cupboards, looking for the popsicle moulds Fiona bought at the dollar store last summer. 'Where the fuck did Fi put this stuff?’ you mumbled to yourself while you were crouching on the kitchen floor. You remembered that there were two sets of moulds, one of them was bright yellow but you didn’t remember the other one. A smile spread on your face when you felt the familiar shape of the moulds in the back of the lowest shelf. 'Score.’ You pulled them out and gave them a firm scrub before you used them. Last summer, Ian made some alcohol-infused popsicles for the sixteen plus family members. You remembered it because Lip had been eating those things all day long and ended up throwing up all evening because he got a sunburst and on top of that he was drunk as fuck from those icecreams.

While you were filling the moulds, a pair of muscular arms sneaked around your waist pulling you into someone’s chest. 'Looks who’s awake.’ you laughed when he pressed a trail of small kisses against your neck. 'Are you playing house without me y/n?’ It was a husky mumble that left his mouth, it was one of the sexiest sounds you ever heard. A soft chuckle left your lips when you heard his accusation. 'I’m sorry Mr Gallagher but you stayed in bed and someone has to take care of the kids.'  He was grinning when you turned around in his arms to face him. 'And I didn’t know that you wanted to play house with me?'  He placed a small kiss on your lips, avoiding answering your question out loud. 'What are you making?’ He let go of your waist and he hoisted himself up on the counter next to. 'Just some popsicles with the leftovers of the ice tea Ian brought home from work the other day. Figured it would be nice for the kids later today when it will be crazy hot again.’ He made an 'o’ shaped form with his mouth and nodded agreeing with your plan. 'I’ll be so so so happy if it rains one of the next days, I slept so bad because of this stupid heat.’ You said while placing the lids on the moulds so you could put them in the freezer. 'It must be nice living on the Northside of town, having an AC in every room of the house during this time of year.’ Lip mumbled while he ran one of his hands through his hair. You walked over and stood in between his legs while reaching for his neck with your hands. 'This is one of the few moments that I would want to be a rich Northsider. Did you already take a shower?’ He shook his head while mischief spread across his face. Lip jumped off the counter and pulled you by your hand upstairs into the bathroom. He locked the door immediately after the two of you walked in. 'What are you planning on doing?’ you asked, your voice had a daring tone. 'I thought that I could show you my gratitude.’ You shook your head smiling. 'All jokes aside, you know that I do all of this because I love your family right, you don’t need to compensate any of it but I’ll do take your offer this one time.’ His eyes turned darker when he heard my answer, he walked over to the shower and turned on the water so it could heat up. 'Just shut up and take your clothes off,’ he ordered and you happily obliged the dominant tone in his voice. You both tossed your clothes on the bathroom floor and before you could say another word he had placed his lips on yours. The kiss deepened while he dragged his hands slowly over your arms, leaving a trace of goosebumps where his needy fingers touched your skin. His hands stopped at your hips where he slowly drew inconsistent figures, his hands felt rough in contrast to your own skin. He caught you off guard when he lifted you up and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist while he carried you into the bathtub underneath the showerhead. Water dripping over your naked bodies collided in a hot mess. He leaned back for a moment, locking eyes waiting for your consent. You smiled in response and placed your hand on his face, feeling the soft stubble on his chin. 'So polite and dominant at the same time.’ You teased him while you ran your hand through his hair and pulled softly. Without a warning he entered and a moan left your lips. 'I thought you liked me being dominant, princess.’ Grunts left his mouth as he fastened his pace. You wrapped your arms close around his neck, pressing your nails into the freckled skin of his back. The water still ran over your bodies and you threw your head back when his thrusts became harder and deeper. 'Lip,’ you moaned while pulling his hair, 'faster, please.’ His hands were placed on your ass and he started squeezing, hard. 'Fuck,’ he grunted through his teeth as he felt you digging your nails into his back. He lowered his head so he could softly bite the flesh of your perky breast. Sucking the skin, leaving lovebites all over.

'Y/n, are you almost done? I need to go to the toilet?’ Carl’s voice pulled you both out of your trance and your heads turned towards the door. The door handle went up and down as the kid tried to open the door. 'Talk to him.’ Lip commanded you in a low voice while he let his teeth grace your ear. 'I-’ You couldn’t even start your sentences because Lip thrusts so hard that a moan almost left your lips. 'I’ll be out in a second buddy.’ You did your best to talk in a steady voice so that he would not notice your little hookup shower session. 'I can always join you.’ That little devil always tried to push the bar. 'Don’t think your brother would ap-appreciate that.'  Lip grunted in your ear as he slowed his pace, deepening his thrusts. 'Okay, see you in a bit.’

You both heard how the boy walked away. Lip’s fingers were squeezing your flesh and you started moving yourself since you needed a little more. 'Please fuck me,’ you begged the blond-haired man, back arching so your breasts were pressed against his chest. A soft chuckle left his lips as he picked up his pace again. 'Fuck me, Lip Gallagher. Come inside me,’ you moaned as you felt how he thrust his cock fast and deep into your wet pussy. 'You like that don’t you? Me filling you all the way up.’ He was teasing you but it pushed you over the edge.  'You want to play house with our own little monsters don’t you.’ The lower part of your body pulled together when he mumbled those words into your ear and left you trembling. Lip placed one of his hands over your mouth when you moaned loudly. A cocky grin spread over his face when he saw the zoned-out look on your face. 'We have to do it more in the shower.’ Lip mumbled while he gave you a mischievous look. You nodded while you put your hands loosely around his neck. He placed his forehead against yours, catching his breath, his hard cock still inside you. 'Let’s get us all cleaned up shall we,’ he said when he slowly lifted you of his cock and put you back down on your own feet.

last thing you remember is a very angry lip storming into his room where you'd been waiting for him muttering something about "I hate this fucking place". next thing you know, your underwear is dangling precariously off of one of your ankles where it hangs over his shoulder as he spreads to open, fucking you so deep and hard that you swear you can feel the tip of his cock in your throat.

he sits on the ratty couch in the gallagher house, measuring and packaging little baggies he's set to deliver that night, and right next to him is you, clad in a big shirt with a hole in the armpit and lip's old sweatpants. you're sitting on the floor, half leaning against his leg while you hum a little song, looking through your stack of stickers to pick the right one to add to each little baggie.

"y'know, they don't need all that shit, baby."

you look up at him from your spot on the floor, soft smile on your face. "yes, they do. they always say they like it."

he doesn't even try to hide his smirk as he watches you shuffle into the kitchen behind lip, hand clutching at his sleeve while the other knuckles at your eye and then wipes under your nose. lip drops down on a chair and waits for you to settle on his lap before turning to his phone. "got an attitude adjustment, eh brat?"

mickey's words are mean, and his laugh even meaner, and your foggy brain is not helping because it always makes you extra sensitive so all you manage is a pout and a wet sniffle as hot tears well up in your eyes. "m'not a brat."

"pff, sure seemed like it." and lip knows he's just teasing you but the little hiccup you let out when the tears bubble over makes him take pity on his little crybaby.

"she's a good girl," he assures you, large hand moving to wipe your wet cheeks. "just needed a little reminder, right baby?"

straddling lip’s hips while he’s laying on the bed. in just your panties. and just. feeling his cock under your pussy. you’re not even doing anything but this man is BIG. and he smiles at you.

“do you feel me? want me to put it inside you?”

freaky fridays

as you're sitting on him he grabs his cock and holds it up so it leans against your stomach, the tip reaching at your belly button "think you can take it, baby?" and you're all eager nods and wide eyes staring at him, not a thought behind your pretty eyes while your head is consumed by the thought of his cock stretching you out and filling you all the way up.