Ian Gallagher Smut-shots (Male Reader)

Burning Bright

The block bonfires. Fun, huge, and downright the only time anybody gets along. It's one of the only times nobody fights or for that matter the only time no one tries to kill Frank over something stupid the deadbeat father has done.

It was a cold night on the southside as the bonfire burned brightly. You stared at the flames as they lapped at the sky above. The colorful mixture reminded you of one person. And one person only. A person you loved dearly more than anything or anyone in the world.

You see the bright red hair walk in front of you only to slow down and take his seat next to you on the ground, far enough from the noise of bonfire night.

The neighborhood was facing away from you and Ian, giving you time to talk to Ian, and maybe even tell him how you feel about him.

"So... Ian" you start off slowly. Beginning to blush brightly as Ian turns his head towards you. "I um.... well.." you start to say but before you can Ian presses a short but sweet kiss to your lips.

Once he pulls away you notice his face is red. "Sorry.... I-I'm sorry... I thought you-"

Before he can say another word you quickly press your lips to him and he kisses you right back.

The kiss goes from sweet and easy, to rough and sloppy in a matter of seconds. Hands travel and hair is pulled. Tongues meet and teeth clash. What a wonderful night it is.

Ian pulls you onto his lap, gripping your hips roughly. He grinds up but abruptly stops. "Shit sorry..." he mutters as you kiss on his jaw.

"S'okay... I liked it" you bashfully say against his skin before grinding down onto Ian. "I've wanted you forever and a day now Gallagher" you mutter, trailing kisses down his neck. You stop kissing his neck only to suck a dark hickey on his pale freckled skin.

Ian let's out a throat groan. He looks around anxiously the proceeds to grind up and grab your ass.

You both continue at this for several minutes. This several minutes consists of sloppy making out, public dry humping, and groping.

"Wanna go back to my place?" He pants out and you nod rapidly.

He picks you up and starts walking to his place. The walk last 45 minutes. Only because every so often Ian would pin you to a random building just so he could kiss you. But you didnt mind. In fact it's where you would be forever if you could. Ian's soft lips on yours, his hands holding you up, the sweet taste of alcohol on your tongue. Life would be perfect that way.

You stumble in the house with Ian. As he leads you up to his room he is also removing his shirt, looking at you as if asking you to follow suit. You comply and toss it to the floor as you mindlessly fall back onto Ian's bed, him falling on top of you.

He starts to kiss your neck lightly and pepper hickies along it. You moan out in satisfaction at the sensation of It and teeth nipping at your skin. Knowing damn well that those marks will stay for a week or two before fading away.

Ian slowly makes his way down your bare chest and stops at your right nipple, causing a strangled gasp to die on your lips as he runs his tongue in circles around it. Ian smirks ss he turns his attention to your other nipple and proceeds to repeat his actions on your left nipple. You arch your chest into the touch.

Ian chuckles and pulls away to look at you. "Needy huh?" He asks as you nod your head rapidly.

"Fuck Ian just do anything, touch me, fuck me, just do anything!" You ramble out causing ian to strip you both and lube himself up.

"You want it hard or no?" He asks lining himself up with your entrance.

"Hard as you can go. Dont hold back on me" you say hoarsely.

Ian takes those words and uses them, slamming himself into you harshly and the proceeding to thrust hard and fast as requested.

You let out a small whimper that instantly turns into a loud moan. "Ian!" You blurt out loud as the redhead thrusts into you.

He wasnt your first.... your hooked up with ther guys.... a certain Milkovich one or twice. But Ian was by far the biggest and best you've hooked up with.

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You both come down from the high of your orgasms when:

"Yo what the fuck!?" Lip shouts, walking inside the small room shared by four boys.

"Sorry man" Ian chuckles, throwing a blanket over both of you.