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BUNNY’S BIRTHDAY lip gallagher
WARNINGS & TAGS nsfw 18+. breeding, fem nicknames (mama, baby girl, bunny), oral (f), p in v, beefy buzzcut husband lip 🤩
AUTHOR’S NOTE couldn’t bake @carmybrainworms a birthday cake, settled for the next best thing. enjoy your treat!!
you wake up to an unnatural warmth between your legs. his short cropped hair tickles your inner thigh as waves of pleasure roll through your body. it’s enough to have you stretching softly and opening your eyes.
lip looks up, his face previously nestled in the heat between your thighs. he lays a slow kiss on your clit while his gaze locks with yours. “g’mornin,” he mumbles into your pussy, tonguing your entrance in slow, sloppy licks.
a low whine bubbles up from your chest before you gasp, the sound pitching higher when his thumb caresses your clit. “ohhh—mm,” you moan lowly, lips pursing together.
you hear a chuckle from below you and one large hand starts to travel up from your hip. he caresses your stomach, brushes his knuckles over the supple skin of your chest, and rolls one nipple between his fingers.
you can’t help the way your back arches off the bed, head thrown back with a string of breathless whimpers. your greedy sounds are silenced by two thick fingers curling into your mouth. “shh, shh,” he hushes against your lower belly, nipping your skin with no real face. “gotta stay quiet mama, babies ‘r sleepin’.”
when he disappears between your thighs you can’t help but stare. soft morning light filters in through the curtains, shining on his frecled shoulders. you scratch at his nape then tilt his head back to look at you as you mumble something around his fingers.
“what ’s’it baby girl, huh?” he asks, making his way up to kiss your sternum. his thumb pulls at your bottom lip, smearing spit across your chin before sealing his lips to yours. your arousal is heady on his tounge, filling your senses as lip guides himself inside you. “atta girl bunny, that’s what y’needed.”
you raise your arms, linking them around his neck. his body cages you in from above but you don’t mind. his big frame above you as your thighs start to tremble. the thickness of him has you panting with every stroke, the arch in your back faltering as your body shakes.
“feelin’ tired out, mama?” he asks, one arm already slipping under your back to life you back into the arch himself. one hand falls to the mattress to steady himself as he begins to thrust again. “‘ey, i asked you a question.”
you can only nod in response. his lips attach to your jaw and his teeth scrape your skin just barely. he mutters, “you’re gonna go back t’sleep full of me. that sound good, bunny?”
you’re barely coherent as you writhe under him, but you have the lucidity to shake your head, “b-babies have school,” you mumble, “gotta get ‘em—ah! oh fuck lip—g-gotta get ‘em up.”
lip only grins, fucking you harder to silence your protests. “took the day off, i’ll take care of the rest.” you seem satisfied with the answer, or possibly with the way his girth is stretching you full, and cease any form of protest.
your body goes limp, leaning back against his arm and clinging on to his torso. your freshly manicured nails—paid for none other than your generous husband—draw angry red lines down the smooth plane of his back. he doesn’t mind though, he never minds the pain with you. it’s grounding when things seem all too unreal.
“wan’ you to let go f’me,” he mutters against your cheek. his lips press gentle kisses to the skin there before he continues, “atta girl, cum for me.”
your vision darkens as the wave crashes over you. your eyes roll to the back of your head while lip muffles your cries with his own mouth. swollen lips drag against yours messily, spit smearing between you. neither of you care as the heat between you mounts.
he spills inside you with a deep grunt, the sound muffled against your neck. you can feel his cock twitch inside of you, spilling inside and squelching out obscenely as he fucks himself past his peak.
eventually he pulls out, placing a pillow under your hips before collapsing to lay against your chest. his lips brush the dark bruise that has blossomed on your skin, just to hear you sigh at the reminder. “happy birthday bunny,” he mutters, kissing the area again.
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