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Kinktober Day 5 🎃
𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): ”Jesus fuck” you gripped onto the sink of the bar bathroom, knuckles turning white as your boyfriend absolutely pounded you from the back. It was halloweekend, and you and Lip had went out barhopping with a few of your friends from university to the Halloween events that were taking place.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Welcome to day 5 of Kinktober! With our beloved king Lip! If you'd like to see my schedule/masterlist for this celebration click right 🎃here🎃; & if you'd like to also check out my masterlist for Promptober 2024 click right 🦇here🦇. & If you'd like to be added to the taglist for either celebration, comment on the according masterlist & I will add you! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut, Degradation, Swearing, Penetrative sex 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐚-𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬
”Jesus fuck” you gripped onto the sink of the bar bathroom, knuckles turning white as your boyfriend absolutely pounded you from the back. It was halloweekend, and you and Lip had went out barhopping with a few of your friends from university to the Halloween events that were taking place.
“Fuckin told you I wasn’t gonna last the night with this shit” he spanks you again this time, harder, feeling his handprint swell on your skin, the contact causing a yelp to leave your lips. “You fuckin love this shit” he grabbed you by your half up half down ponytail, forcing you to look in the mirror as he absolutely wrecked you.
There was no way you were leaving this bathroom without anyone knowing you were fucked, there was black eyeliner running in thick black streaks down your cheeks, your black lipstick was smudged around your mouth that lip had wiped his carelessly with the back of his flannel sleeve after he noticed that it looked as if he had messily sucked on a lump of charcoal.
“You are just obsessed with bein’ whored out, yea? Love walkin around with your pussy painted in my cum, that’s what you wanted mm?” He wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you back to him and squeezing your neck lightly to bring that fuzzy floaty feeling it brought.
“I fucking love it” you said, your voice a bit breathy from the way he was holding your neck. The admission brought a cocky smirk to his lips and he chuckled a bit
“That’s my girl, that’s my good fuckin’ whore” he tightened his hand around your neck and quickened the pace of his thrusts. The sound of skin against skin was heard throughout the single genderless bathroom, your hips rutting against the counter with each thrust that would probably leave you with bruises tomorrow morning.
Your mind was nearly numb with pleasure, little squeaks you couldn’t contain leaving your lips with each snap of his hips. “God- I’m fucking cumming - lip-lipliplip” you ramble out and thankfully for the bumping music playing throughout the bar- no one would be able to hear you.
“Thaaaas it. That’s it babygirl- cum on my cock that’s it- fuck- clench sound m’fuck cock like that” he said his voice hot, desperate. You nearly went weak as your orgasm washed over you, arms shaking as you tried to support yourself on the sink.
“Good - fuckin- girl- shiiiiiit” he accentuated each word with a harsh snap of his hips, causing you to gush around his cock and he groaned. “Love that- so fuckin hot shit” he grunted as he wrapped his strong arms against you and kissed the back of your neck chastely as he buried himself all the way to the hilt as you clench and contract around him, his breath quivering.
“F-fuck lip fuck- fuck- so fucking thick” you whined out, turning your face to the side to capture him in a hot wanting kiss as he continued to fuck you from behind. He kissed your lips feverishly, thrusting out of you more frantically which told you he was getting close.
You moved his hand from your hip to your bare breasts that you’d pulled out so he could play with them as he fucked you, and he whimpers hotly against your lips, his breath warm before he captured you in another kiss to mask a whine that escaped him as you roll your hips back to meet his.
“Gonna give me one fuckin more ‘fore I cum, Tha’s the fuckin rules” he said hotly against your lips. Your arousal made the slapping of skin on skin much louder, strings of arousal coating your ass and his hips. He pulled you flush against him, thrusting up right into your g spot as he bit down on your neck in such a way that made your head spin. “I know you need it- hear how fuckin wet you are?” He thrusted harder “how easy it is for my cock to slip in and outta you? Like you were made f’me?” He sucked on your earlobe gently, before biting and tugging at it.
His grip tightening around your throat and his mixed pleas of “give it t’me, fuckin give it t’me, I earned it, let go princess- gimme y’r fuckin cum” were what caused your undoing. He knew you would be loud by the way your hips shuddered and you squirted around his cock, which is why he covered your mouth with his hand so you could scream into it and it was just a muffled moan.
“That’s it that’s my good fuckin girl” he grunted, reaching his hand down from your mouth and grabbing some of the slick with his fingers. When he brought them back up, they were glistening with your arousal and he admired them for a moment before sticking them in his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss and moaning as he sucked them clean.
The taste was his undoing, he grunted hotly as he buried himself to the hilt and his cock twitched as he released a hot large load into you. You watched him in the mirror in awe, his face red and sweaty from the encounter, his middle and forefingers hanging out of his lips like the most sinful thing you’d ever seen.
“Holy fuck” you whimpered, feeling the warmth fill you to the brim. He hummed at the taste, pulling the digits out of his mouth with a wet pop and looking at you in the mirror.
“Well someone’s a mess. In more ways then one huh? What m’I gonna do with you” he teased, grabbing your breasts
“Tits out” he squeezes them together, pinching your nipples lightly “all this black shit all over y’face” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look yourself in the mirror. He thumbed away a smear of black lipstick and kissed your forehead.
“Hairs all fucked out too. Mm?” He fixed your dress, pulling it up over your breasts before pulling out of you and you whimpered at the empty feeling, before the warmth began dripping down your leg and he smeared his cum on the inside of your thigh.
“Gonna leave that masterpiece though”
Fin
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l4l presents... kinktober day six
today's act: somnophilia, starring lip gallagher
admonitions: fem!reader, college!lip, prearranged consent, established relationship, pussy personification (one instance), unprotected p in v sex.
word count: 688
“shh, shh, shh,” lip coos, a pinched grunt following suit. his shuffling behind you almost woke you. he’s well aware of your exhaustion, the hours you’re putting into projects, the work study, and how crazy your family manages to drive you despite the distance between you. he relates to all of those aspects, undergoing them himself in a different font, and that’s why he needs this. that’s why he needs you and he’s grateful for your previous permission to do this because his cock’s so hard when he sees your sleeping face, throbbing heavily in denim, guilt eating away at him when he selfishly wishes to wake you just to fuck you into the dorm’s tiny bed’s springbox, make it fucking creak while you moan for him and beg him for more.
lip scrapes his teeth into the skin beneath his bottom lip, sliding his swollen cock between your thighs, his hand clamped on the top one, squeezing it down for further friction. he fucks against the flesh, breathing in the scent of your shampoo strongly wafting from your freshly washed hair. he wishes he could’ve been here earlier to join you for your bedtime routine, intrude on your ritual, intrude on your shower, take advantage of your slippery skin, and your slippery cunt. he groans at the thought, hips pulling back and forth more incessantly as he envisions your legs around his waist, leaning on him for support as he fucks you against the cold tile of the walls, cheek turned to watch him.
to make matters worse, your pussy seems to recognize him instantly, the very second he started this up and lifted your thigh slightly to create room for his thick length. the fabric of your panties rubs the top of his cock, arousal sticky, some slathering from the movement onto him. she missed him, huh?
“mmph, fuck, sleep, baby,” he grunts, noticing how you’re stirring more, squirming beneath him.
while more sleep would be nice to gain considering all your responsibilities and your cluttered schedule tomorrow, how does he expect you to sleep now with his panting brushing your ear, and his stiff cock pulsating between your legs? the ache from your dream, which you now know was from reality and lip searching for a release from your unconscious body, follows your waking form. it spreads from your core up your clenching stomach, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you push your hips back in protest of his words. he groans immediately, answering with a plunge of his own, his leaking cockhead stroking into the middle of your folds.
“sleep after,” you keen, reaching behind yourself to squeeze his hip in reassurance. lip may have his reservations, but they fly out the window with your breathless permission, transitioning his hand from your leg to your ruined panties.
he hooks them with three impatient digits, pulling the fabric out of his way while his other hand busies itself with wrapping around the base of his cock. with a single decisive push forward, his cock breaches your pussy. sinful noises spill from the both of you, lip working to thrust and pull back as soon as your enveloping heat accepts him, chasing something he feels he’s owed after everything he’s gone through, every ounce of his work ethic he’s delivered in the past few months. you deserve this, too. it’s not just about him, even if he did wake you with the most selfish of intentions given the circumstances.
“so fuckin’ pretty. can’t keep my hands to myself, couldn’t just… hmm, leave you alone,” he grunts, reaching his thumb to pet your clit in circles in time with his frantic thrusts. you melt against his body, head surrendering into the crook between his head and shoulder. it’s perfect. you don’t care how depraved it truly is. if lip wakes you like this because of all of his impending frustrations, something he’s done on a regular basis now, then you’re fine with taking the weight of them full on.
this is your solace. this is his fix. connected this way, nothing can ever really hurt you.
