Shameless Preferences/Imagines

14 Lip Dirty Imagine:

          It had started with just making out. Our movie night had turned sexual rather quickly, but I'd be lying if I said it were a surprise to me. We were in the middle of Grease when his hand started to crawl up my leg, coming to trace small lines on the inside of my upper thigh. I glanced over to him to see that he was acting oblivious; pretending that he didn't realize what he was doing and that it was driving me wild. "Lip," I finally said.

He turned his head to look at my face. "What, babe?" He questioned. I didn't say a word, just cocked an eyebrow, looking down at his hand before looking up at him. He had a devious smile on his face, "Sorry, darling. Is that bothering you?" He teased.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, quickly grabbing the back of his neck before pulling him in for a kiss. He didn't seem shocked in the least bit, moving his hand from my lap to grab my butt before lifting me onto his lap. I let out a little squeal of surprise as he moved me but settled back into a kiss as his lips spread into a little smile. I let my hands move to his broad shoulders, deepening the kiss as I parted my lips, allowing our tongues to meet. Lip sneaked one hand under the hem of my shirt as the other was flat against my back, pressing my torso against his. Feeling devious, I circled my hips, grinding down onto him. I felt myself grow wet when he twitched in his pants, a small bulge becoming evident.

"Fúck it," he said into the kiss before breaking our lips apart, standing up and holding me by my butt. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his torso, deciding to suck a lovebite into his neck as he walked us to his bedroom. My lips only left his body when he gently dropped me on the bed, before crawling over me himself. We began to make out again as his hands roamed my body, one coming up under my shirt to rest on my breast, despite the fact that I was still wearing my bra. As we kissed, I let my hands trail down his back, only pausing for a brief moment to grab the bottom hem before pulling it off.

He paused and sat up to remove it from his arms, quickly beginning to work on his joggers as I pulled off my own shirt. He finished with his pants much before I finished undressing myself, considering he was only wearing joggers. I couldn't help but sneak a peak at his already-hard member, making me wetter by the second. My hands ceased their previous activity - removing my bra - as I instead took in the site of my beautiful boyfriend.

     "Let me do it, baby," he instructed, pushing my hands down to allow him the room to reach behind me and unclasp my bra. I now let my hands roam his body as his trailed down mine, stopping as they came to my jeans. As he began to unbutton my pants, I - with a devious smile - wrapped my hand around his cock. "Could you - oh," he said, letting his eyes flutter closed as my thumb brushed over his slit.

"You like that?" I teased, although I very well knew he did. I removed my hand for a moment to spit into it, before wrapping it around his cóck again, slowly pumping up and down.

     "Fúck, babe, I haven't even undressed you, yet. How the fuck am I supposed to," he paused and let out a little moan, "how am I supposed to undress ya when you're giving me a hand job?"

      "Want me to stop?" I purred, lifting myself up to his face as he began to work at my jeans again. This time, he was much more efficient, pulling them down before throwing them to the side.

           "Not a chance," he grinned, making me let out a small laugh. "But I'd rather fúck you than your hand." I couldn't help but grow wetter as he said it, placing my other hand on his back to pull him down so he was hovering above me. I trapped his lips in a quick kiss before breaking off, pulling at his bottom lip between my teeth. "Please."

          He didn't need one more word of encouragement, kissing me again as he pulled my thong down. When my underwear reached my ankle, I kicked it off to the side. As Lip trailed kisses down my jaw line, I let my hands feel his back; tracing the bones, muscles, and tendons expand and contract as his hands traveled down my sides. My hands moved to his neck, however, when his lips began to trail downwards; sucking a love bite onto my collarbone before letting his lips wrap around my nipple, swirling his tongue around it. I laced my fingers in his hair, arching my back slightly as he continued.

I wrapped my hand around him again, fumbling to give him a hand job as his hand came to my heat, his thumb roughly circling my clít. His thumb never left my clít as his index and middle fingers trailed down, tracing my slit before he plunged his fingers in, having little problem since I was so damn wet. "Fúck, Lip," I groaned, the hand that was still laced in his hair tugging hard on his strands. He picked up his speed, quickly finding my G-spot with ease. A loud moan escaped my throat as I continued to jerk him off, thumb coming up to circle his head occasionally. "L-Lip, please-" my voice broke off into a moan, removing my hand from his cóck before I spoke again, "I need you."

He removed his lips from my breast, moving up to press against the side of my mouth. "Love when you say that," he whispered, hushed and needy words as his breath fanned across my skin. I reached up to suck another love bite into the skin of his neck as he lined himself up with me. His tip barely pressing into me, I couldn't hide my lust as he finally pushed himself into me. As he began a familiar rhythm, I couldn't help but notice something was off. He was lost in moans, swears breaking out of his mouth as he thrust into me. I, although enjoying the feeling, wasn't feeling as stimulated as I normally do.

      "Lip, fúck me," I said, my nails digging into the skin of his back. "I know I like to make love but I want you to fúck me hard and deep this time."

   "Shít," he swore, leaning up, "gladly." The speed of his hips picked up greatly, along with his force and my pleasure. Still, though, I wanted to be closer to him. "Deeper," I managed, my thighs aching as our skin slapped together. "Shít," he muttered, his eyes closing in pleasure. I was caught off guard when he lifted my leg, throwing it over his shoulder as his fingers pressed into my hips, trying to hold me still as he fúcked into me.

"Oh, Lip," I moaned, my hand coming to massage my breast as I felt myself reaching the edge. "God, Lip, I'm gonna cúm," I cried, my eyes pinching tight at the pleasure. "Come on, baby," he panted, "cúm for me."

I felt my stomach muscles tighten, my walls tightening around him too as I released, a loud swear leaving my stomach as I saw stars.
He rode out my high, continuing to thrust into me until he reached his own, crying out my name as I told him, "Come in me, baby." After both our orgasms had finished, he pulled out, collapsing down next to me as our sweaty bodies intertwined.

"So," he said, after a couple moments of silence, his lips pressed to my forehead, "when do you think you'll be ready for a round two?" I let out a little laugh, ignoring the aching in my thighs as I wrapped my arm around his neck, his snaking its way around my waist. "Depends on how fast I can make you hard."

"Trust me, babe," he teased, "that won't be a problem." The light was soft, but still too bright for my liking. I pinched my eyes tighter, throwing my arm over my head in hopes of blocking out the early morning sunlight that was breaking through the curtains. As I tried to drift back into sleep, I felt an arm wrap around my torso. "Morning, love," Lip chirped, pressing himself closer to me. His head rested in the crook of my neck, and normally, I would be chuffed. But today, I just wasn't feeling too well. So, I let out a groan at his words, pulling away slightly.

"Let me sleep, Lip," I whined, causing him to laugh and move closer to me.        

"That's not what you said last night, babe," he teased, before his voice grew more serious, "do you feel alright?"

"Yeah," I sighed, still wanting to go back to bed but avoiding it. "I'm just really sore. You did a number on me last night, that's for sure."

"Did I... I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked, a new concern laced in his voice that caused me to roll over, staring into his eyes.

"No, 'course not, Lip. It's the good kind of ache, you know? The one that reminds me of how good you can always make me feel," I grinned, causing his face to split into a smile as well.

Our moment was cut short as his door flew open and a wide eyed Fiona stood there with Liam in her arms. "Sh*t, Lip, I didn't know Y/N was here. Sorry!"

I awkwardly smiled and waved as I held the sheet up to my chin. As soon as the door clicked shut we both fell onto our backs and sighed. "I really need a lock in this house."