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⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎ WORMTOBER: DAY FOUR - LIP GALLAGHER ☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

a/n: i lob he. 4/31 linked is my schedule. cws: 18+ MINORS DNI! smut. meet ugly lol. dirty talk. alcohol. lip being drunk n pervy,, oops. oral (f). wc: 818

the girl next to him most definitely had told him her name at some point. college wasn’t the place for lip to let go of his vices.

surrounded by free booze, girls every night. maybe steal an abandoned pack of cigarettes on a random, sticky, frat house countertop, if he was lucky.

he excused himself from the small talk from the girl in the playboy bunny costume — with no intention of coming back for more.

he was drunk, but not drunk enough. maybe a couple more shots and he could muster up the courage to get into her pants. forget the fact she was so, fucking, boring.

hookups for lip usually went like this: ask her name, hook up for an hour, leave in the morning.

something in him craved a meaningful conversation this particular night. maybe it’s the bullshit going on at home, maybe it’s the bullshit going on with ian. end all be all, he knows for a fact — vodka wouldn’t hurt.

he’s stumbling in the kitchen when he falls into someone else. the contents of her solo cup drenching her lingerie, disguised as a halloween costume.

“dude. what the fuck.” she has to laugh. besides, he was easy on the eyes. she’d seen him around campus, usually with a little boy clinging onto his fingers.

“shit. sorry.”

not much of a talker. in a weird way, she likes that.

“sorry.” she echoes and scoffs, padding to a corner of the crowded kitchen. a wad of paper towels in hand whilst dabbing at her torso.

lip was still a man. the weak kind. he couldn’t help but stare at the way her nipples peaked through her bra. hardened from the chilled drink she was now covered in.

“can i make it up t’you?”

lip wasn’t a very good dancer. she was too drunk to notice, and at least the beat was loud enough.

his hand is splayed on her hip, holding her close while they swayed in tandem. ass pressed up against his hardening tent under his jeans, a light growl as his head drops to the crook of her neck.

“y’re really, fucking sexy.” he admits, the poison in his bloodstream aiding his overconfidence.

she just giggles in reply. usually guys you just meet aren’t this forward. usually, guys aren’t as hot as lip gallagher.

“yeah? think so?” she teases, knowing the answer — but wanting to hear him say it again. praise was always welcomed.

“know so. wanna get out’f ’ere?” he mumbles, jaw open wide against her neck. just a little nip, wanting to know how she tastes. the sweat and perfume mixed on his tastebuds.

“fuck it.”

it takes awhile before he finds an unoccupied room. barging into one or two other strangers’ halloween hookups on the way. lip finally finds a bathroom — wasting no time as he makes out with her against the door. lips on lips, the macking noises bouncing off the tile. light vibrating hums from the music downstairs.

“‘m lip, by the way.”

he finally says after propping her up on the sink, dropping to his knees and kissing her calves. all the way up until his messy curls were hiding under the hem of her pathetic excuse for a miniskirt.

“hi, lip.” she says with a breathless chuckle, shivering slightly at the light kisses on her throbbing clit through the lace of her panties.

so what, she knew something like this might happen tonight of all nights.

“can fuckin’ smell you.” he blurts out against her core, sliding the fabric to the side and wasting no time as his tongue plunges into her sex. nose bumping up against her sensitive bundle of nerves every so often, making her shake and writhe. goosebumps littering her skin, big blue eyes staring up at her as her thighs laid flat against both his ears. legs propped up on his shoulders.

her hips move in rhythm with his lapping, grinding up on his face with an eagerness she’d never felt before. the tight coil in her stomach forming with her head thrown back against the mirror with a loud thud, making lip laugh softly to himself as his hands ran up and down her legs. pointer fingers dancing and playing with the elastic of her thong now pooled at her ankles.

“lip. lipliplip. lip, oh fuck. fuck.” she babbles out, and god — his name never sounded better.

he’d only heard her voice for the first time tonight. give or take thirty, full, uninterrupted seconds over all the noise.

yet, lip couldn’t help but feel like he could get used to his name repeated over, and over. in her little whiney tone, strangled and panting. plush thighs bracketing his head.

“come f’me, pretty girl.” he beckons, fingers added into the mix — her cunt’s slick, obscene noises filling the cramped space.

that halloween, she swore she went to heaven and back.

dt:@thecapricunt1616, @carmenberzattosgf, @maggiesarchives, @mouseymilkovich, @l4long-winded, @notsonian (thank u for requesting this one sonia!!)