"Oh fuck, Lip!" She moaned, gripping the bars of the bunk bed as Lip was thrusting himself from behind her.
"Am I making you feel good, Des?" he held tight to her hips, setting the pace.
"So fucking good," she moaned, moving her hips so as to make him understand that she wanted him to move faster. He chuckled as he gripped her harder, surely living marks, as he complied with her silent request.
"Oh my god!" she almost cried, covering her mouth with her hand. It was too loud. They could not be loud, or the children might hear something from downstairs.
"Afraid to get caught?" Lip asked teasingly as Desna looked at the closed door.
"What if…oh fuck" she moaned, "The kids hear…shit…or if Fiona gets back?"
Lip stopped his movement, slipping out of her, before turning her so that he could look at her in the eyes. His hands caged her head.
"Then we have to be quick about it," he said before crushing his lips on hers in a hungry kiss, leading her to walk to the side of the bed.
"Ian's bed makes so much fucking noise," she complained in between kisses; her arm circled his shoulder, and one of her hands moved to touch his hair like she knew he liked it.
"Better then," he said pushing her on the materass before, climbig above her, he was quick to put himself in between her, entering her with a strong hip thrust, "Since you'd love to be caught."
"Oh fuck, Lip!" She tried desperately to keep quiet, her eyes shut and her lips open.
"You like it, don't you?" The sound of skin slapping was filling the room, Lip's moans in her ears as he kissed the skin of her neck.
"Lip, please…" she whispered, trying to keep quiet, her eyes on the door as his pace got faster. God, he was thrusting so good in her.
"Yeah, you do," he moaned, sliding one of his hands in between them to start rubbing her clit, and to stop herself from crying, she had to bite on his shoulder, making him course, but it didn't make him stop talking, "Like when I fuck you in the bathrooms at school, yeah?" His strong thrust made her moan, and his words made her shiver.
"Fuck, Lip!" She moaned again, making him chuckle.
"You'd like to be seen as I fuck you hard," he said before kissing her, silencing the loud moan that was about to leave her lips. His speed increased, and she did all she could to follow his pace. She could feel him stretching her so well, reaching that spot inside of her that made her forget everything. His finger worked on her, pushing her closer and closer to her release.
"Shit, Lip, don't stop!" She begged gripping his hair making him groan, his lips were back on hers to give her another hungry kiss.
"Don't stop!" She said as he thrusted up, making her yelp. "Shit, Lip!"
"I love to fuck you, Des," with every thrust, moans left her mouth, "So fucking good, Desna!"
She bit at his shoulder again as she climaxed, her eyes closed and her hands gripping the cloth of her shirt.
God, Desna Hills loved how Lip Gallagher fucked her. And she absolutely adored observing him as he moved above her, checking his release. His eyes closed, low groans lifting his lips.
"Wait," Desna said as other moans left her mouth because of his movements inside of her. "Lip, stop!"
"What? What's wrong?" He asked, stopping before his eyes looked down at where their bodies were joined, probably afraid that he had hurt her somehow.
Desna smiled before moving her fingers under his chin so that his blue gaze was on her.
"I want you to cum in my mouth," at her words, his eyes widened before a smirk appeared on his lips.
"That's fucking hot, Des," he said, before kissing her, giving another thrust that made her leave a sound in between a chuckle and a moan. He then moved away so that he could sit at the edge of the bed. Desna smirked as she moved to stand up so that she could walk in front of Lip, locking her eyes with his and making sure never to look away as she knelt in between his legs. Her hands traced patterns on his tights before her fingers closed around his shaft, making him try to hold a moan in. Desna smiled at the reaction as she moved her hand up and down, his body tense, so she got closer kissing the top of his cock, giving him quick teasing licks.
"Don't be mean, Desna," he said, his knuckles white for the force with which he was gripping the sheets, "I don't know how much more I will last."
Desna smirked before opening her mouth to take him in.
"Shit, fuck!" He moaned as she started to bob her head up and down. She made sure that her hair was out of the way so he could see her taking his full length in her mouth and to make sure he could see her green eyes on him.
"Fuck, you're so hot, baby," she smiled, sucking harder and moving her head faster. She really wanted to see him cum for her like that.
"Shit, Des," he said, covering his mouth with his hand, careful not to make too much noise. At that point, she took his other hand to put it in her hair so that he could move her as he pleased. And so he did. She relaxed as he gripped the root of her dark hair, moving her head as he needed. He hit the back of her throat at some point, making her gag.
"Fuck I love this, Des," He said, moving her head faster, "Fuck you're so beautiful like that." He was there, and she loved it, "Shit, I love to fuck you so bad!" And with that, she could feel his hot liquid hitting the back of her throat. He was groaning to try and keep the volume down as she moved her head up and down his half some more before releasing with a pop. Her green eyes locked in his blue ones, he was breathing heavy, red cheeks and messy hair. That was a sight she liked to see, and she felt proud that she was the one making him feel like that. As she started to lick his cock again, ready to take him once more.
"Stop, stop," he said with a grin, making her stand up with him. "I can't believe you've given me head," his arms moved around her waist, and from her lips escaped a chuckle.
"Was it good?" she asked, putting her hands on his shoulders. "I've seen it somewhere, and I wanted to try." He pulled her closer, making her giggle.
"Good does not describe it," he said, chuckling, before his eyes moved to observe her face. He was looking at her intensely, and she could not stop herself from biting her lips, and he groaned, "God, I want to fuck you again so bad."
She smirked as he leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips moved against his, her eyes closed, and she moved her arms to circle his shoulders so as not to make him move away. Then he moved to rest his forehead on hers.
"Do you wanna?" He said, giving her another peck on the lip.
"I'm supposed to look out for the kids," she said, her fingers now gripping his locks.
"They are smart kids; they can survive," he said, looking at her before putting his lips on hers again, his grip around her waist tight. "Come on…" he whispered.
Desna chuckled.
"What got you so eager?" she asked. "What is it? Karen hasn't given you any lately?"
He smirked before assaulting her mouth again. His hand moved under her skirt, making her moan as he started to rub her clit again.
"Don't be a bitch," he said as his tray of kisses moved to her neck. Her hand secured on his hair.
"I'm not the bitch, here," she said, pulling him closer with a serious expression. She wasn't like Karen.
"Don't be jealous, then," he chuckled, assaulting her neck again, but Desna only scoffed.
"Of Karen Jackson?" She said as she could feel him hardening again against her body, "Please, how many times have you fucked her today?"
He stopped his movement thinking, "Um… none" She smirked as she leaned closer to his mouth, "And how many times did you fuck me today?"
"Four," at his words, she frowned.
"Three," she corrected him.
"Yeah, you're right," Lip said as if he was thinking. That was his smartass face; she knew it by now. "Well, then let's make it four!" he said before pushing her onto the bed, making a yelp leave her mouth.
"Lip, I have to go back down," she said, chuckling.
"You are helping me, don't you remember?" he said, positioning himself between her legs. "You have to help me find my phone," he said, entering her again.
Desna moaned at the sensation, "What shit of an excuse!" She said before moaning again as he started to thrust inside of her. Her core was still sensitive from before, making her feel his every move even more. "Oh fuck, Lip, shit!"
He was fastening his pace, the room filling once again with the sounds of heavy breaths and skin slapping, when they both froze—footsteps on the stairs.
"Des! The alarm of the oven went off!"
"Fuck, Debbie!" Lip exclaimed as Desna pushed him away, breathless and flustered, to stand up. She quickly adjusted her shirt and skirt before leaving the room, making sure to close the door behind her with a firm, deliberate gesture.
"And charge the fucking phone next time, Lip!" she shouted with mock annoyance, but there was a playful glint in her eyes as she turned toward Debbie, who was now rushing up to meet her.
"So, did you two do it?" the girl asked, making Desna's eyes widen in alarm.
"What?" Her voice came out higher than expected, nearly cracking under the tension.
"The phone. Did you find it?" Debbie asked, frowning.
"Yeah," Desna replied with a smile, forcing her voice to sound casual. "Would've been easier if that room wasn't a disaster."
"Tell me about it," the little girl muttered, nodding as she grabbed Desna's wrist. "We have to go!"
"Where?"
"The alarm went off—the cookies are ready!" Debbie insisted.
Shit. That was true.
"Debs, go turn off the oven. I need to use the bathroom real quick, then I'll take them out."
Debbie studied her for a moment, then nodded.
"All right, but hurry up!" she called out before running off toward the stairs.
Desna let out a deep breath, her heart still pounding. That was another close call. She headed to the bathroom, washed her hands, and tried to tame her hair in the mirror's reflection, mentally scolding herself.
Desna Hills had known the Gallaghers for four years now, ever since she'd moved in with Kev and V on the South Side of Chicago. She had known Kev since she was a kid—her family had been totally messed up, and when she was twelve, Kev and V had taken her in like she was their own. Desna loved living with them. They were warm, funny, messy, real. They'd even given her a job at Kev's place, the Alibi Room. It reeked of beer, sweat, and bad decisions, but she loved it. In the mornings, she went to school. In the afternoons, sometimes, she babysat Fiona Gallagher's kids. She wasn't paid for it, but that didn't matter. Fiona was V's best friend, and by now, Desna had become part of the Gallagher chaos too.
"It went well," she said, looking at Lip through the mirror.
"You clearly have no idea what 'well' means," she said, shaking her head with a quiet laugh before moving toward the door. But as she passed him, Lip caught her by the waist.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, his hands holding her gently. "We were having fun, weren't we?" His arms stayed around her waist as she let her hands circle his neck, their bodies drawn together like magnets.
"We were," she whispered, her nose brushing against his.
"When can we finish?" he asked, his tone low and hungry.
She laughed softly, teasing him. "You're so eager today! What's gotten into you?"
But Lip just smirked and pulled her in again, kissing her lips with raw, unfiltered desire.
"I want you," he breathed against her mouth.
Desna smiled at the confession, her pulse quickening.
"I want you too," she replied, her hand trailing down to the front of his jeans. He sucked in a sharp breath, trying not to groan. She leaned in, their mouths colliding again in a kiss full of tension and need. Her fingers moved over the shape of him, and he shuddered beneath her touch.
"Fuck, Desna," he gasped, pulling away for air as her hand teased him through the denim.
She leaned into his neck, planting slow, heated kisses until she reached his ear. "I want you so fucking bad," she moaned, making him curse again—"Fuck, baby"—his voice hoarse and desperate. She could feel him trembling.
And then, just like that, she pulled away.
"But not today," she said with a wink, darting out of the room before he could protest.
"Come on! You can't!" she heard him shout after her, his voice thick with frustration.
But she had a job to do. He'd started it—he could deal with the consequences. And she liked the idea of him stuck upstairs, hot and bothered, all because of her.
This thing with Lip had been going on for three months now. Desna had always had a crush on him. He was smart—crazy smart—the smartest person she'd ever met. A couple of years older than her, but they'd been friends from the start. Desna was the same age as Ian, the third Gallagher sibling, and the three of them had always been close. Lip had always been sweet to her, even if he was a known ladies' man. He liked to fuck around, and she knew that. She didn't care.
They'd started sleeping together after a night alone in the Gallagher living room. One thing led to another, and they ended up on the couch. Since that night, things had shifted.
"This kind of relationship," was how Desna described it. Ian had called it what it was—friends with benefits. And she wasn't naive. She knew Lip wasn't exclusive—he was also screwing Karen Jackson. But Desna wasn't seeing anyone else. One part of her said it was just coincidence, but another part whispered it was because she already had the only guy she wanted. Maybe it wasn't a real relationship, but for now, it was enough.
"Look, Des, look!" Debbie squealed, bouncing in front of the oven. At twelve, Debbie Gallagher was sharp, sweet, and mature beyond her years. She tracked the bills, managed money, and kept everyone in check like a tiny general.
Desna smiled, grabbing a rag to protect her hand from the heat.
"Careful, it's freaking hot," she warned before turning toward the living room. "Carl, sweetheart, cookies are ready!"
Carl Gallagher, the fifth Gallagher kid, was eleven—a whirlwind of chaos in human form. Desna would describe him as one of a kind: curious, impulsive, and with a disturbing love for destruction.
He had been watching TV, but the moment he heard her call, he jumped up and sprinted into the kitchen.
"They're ready?" he asked, reaching eagerly for one.
"Careful," Desna warned, picking up baby Liam in her arms.
"If I burn myself, will you kiss it better?" Carl asked with a smirk.
Desna shook her head with a fond, exasperated smile. "Maybe when you're older."
"When is 'older'?" Carl asked, like he always did. Fiona had told her he had a crush on Desna and constantly made his "moves," as he called them. She found it adorable.
"Maybe when you're eighteen?" she guessed.
"That's too far away."
"That's how it is, buddy," she said, ruffling his hair. "Eat your cookies." Then she turned to Debbie, who was already biting into one.
"Is it good, Debs?"
Debbie's eyes widened. "They're so good. I want the recipe!"
Desna laughed. "I'll write it down for you." She heard steps behind her—heavy, rushed. She turned and saw Lip running down the stairs.
"Hey," she said teasingly, "I've taken care of everything upstairs." But the look in his eyes made her pause. He wasn't grinning like usual. He looked… off.
"Lip," she said softly, touching his arm. "Is everything okay?"
He nodded, but it wasn't convincing.
"No—yeah. Yeah, it's fine," he muttered, locking eyes with her. "I need to talk to you."
Desna frowned, glancing at the kids.
"Lip," she said, a note of warning in her voice.
"Not upstairs," he added quickly. "Outside."
Their eyes met again—her green against his blue. God, she loved his eyes.
"Outside's fine," she said, turning to Debbie. "Debs, I'm leaving Liam to your expert care."
"Leave it to me," Debbie replied proudly. Desna brushed her fingers through her hair before following Lip out. He sat on the porch, lit a cigarette, and didn't say a word. His leg was bouncing.
"Lip?" she asked, sitting beside him. She took his free hand in hers. "What is it?"
"I was…" he hesitated. "I wanted to take care of your little prank." She might've smiled—if he hadn't looked so anxious. "So I grabbed our porn magazines, but they weren't mine."
She frowned.
"Okay?"
"They had… guys in them." He dragged hard on the cigarette.
"I don't get it," she admitted.
"Yeah… me neither," he whispered, eyes on the ground.
"I'm sure," she said, scooting closer so their legs touched. "But maybe they're Fiona's—"
"They were in my room," he cut her off. Their eyes locked, realization dawning in hers.
"Oh…" she whispered.
"Yeah. I think they're Ian's."
Desna studied his face. His leg started bouncing again.
"Does it bother you?" she asked, squeezing his hand.
"That my brother might be gay? Well—yeah!" He yanked his hand free, standing up.
Desna exhaled deeply. "Why?"
"Why would he…?" Lip ran a hand through his hair. "How can he be attracted to that?"
"Well, I'm attracted to that too," she said with a shrug. "So I see the charm."
"Not funny," he muttered, still pacing.
"What I don't see is why it bothers you so much."
Lip stopped. His glare was sharp.
"My brother is not gay," he snapped.
"That's not the point," Desna said firmly. "He can like whoever he wants. As long as he's happy—"
"He's not! That's it!" he shouted. "Maybe he just needs to be fucked by a girl!"
"No, you need to be fucked by a girl," she snapped, standing up. "Ian doesn't need you telling him what to like."
"He's not gay, Desna."
"Why does it bother you so much?" she asked again, moving closer.
He shook his head and turned away.
"Why?" she pressed, not letting it go. "There has to be a reason. Or you wouldn't act like such an asshole."
"Oh, I'm an asshole now?" he asked sarcastically.
"Yeah," she answered, nodding. "If you're just trying to control Ian, then yeah—you are."
Lip scoffed and took a step back, clearly agitated.
"So why?" she asked again.
"Why what?!"
"Why does it bother you so much?" Her voice was quiet, insistent.
"Fuck you, Des," he snapped.
Her eyes widened. "Fuck me?" she echoed. "Fuck you! You can't even be honest."
"Honest?" he shouted. "What is this, a talk show?"
"You're being a prick, and I'm the one who should go fuck herself?" she yelled, disbelief etched in her face.
"You're right," he said, turning away.
"Where are you going?" Desna asked.
"I forgot—I have to go to Karen."
That name. It made her blood boil.
"Now you have to go to—you know what? Fuck you, Lip!" she screamed after him.
"I will!" he yelled back. "Fucking Karen!"
And with that, she slammed the door shut behind her.
Fucking Lip Gallagher!