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Summary: They say you can be whoever or whatever you want on Halloween - but what if this year you want to dress up as a brat?
Words: 5,707
Warnings: Use of Daddy, Bratting, Halloween costumes, smut, oral sex, PIV sex, pet names, facials, vibrators, sex toys, aftercare
Notes: Co-written with @weareallstoriesintheend 💕
You walk aimlessly around the overcrowded Halloween shop, mind wandering as you try to find a costume you actually liked; which was proving rather difficult as the options were either something slutty or an old woman.
Seriously? These were the options?
You groan in frustration. All you wanted was to have a fun evening at home with your boyfriend Charlie. It was going to be your first Halloween together where he didn’t have Henry to look after. This meant no kid parties, no matching costumes, and no trick-or-treating. Just you and Charlie alone in his apartment.
That’s why you wanted your outfit to be just right, so that you and Charlie could simply enjoy Halloween as adults. However, that seemed impossible with the cheap selection laid out before you.
Starting to lose your patience you wonder if perhaps you needed a different type of costume. That’s when you got the best idea.
You didn’t need a costume. What you needed was lingerie.
You try desperately not to grin too wide as you make your way out of the generic Halloween store and down the street to the little hole in the wall adult shop you’d always been curious to check out.
If they didn’t have the perfect outfit for your Halloween celebration then no one would.
A week later and it was Halloween. You had been waiting patiently but finally it was time to reveal your surprise.
You reach Charlie’s apartment at a quarter to six, buzzing with excitement and nerves.
‘He’s going to love this!’ You think to yourself smugly, and unlock the front door with your spare key.
A glossy red bag swinging loosely in your grasp as you make your way inside. You practically skip, giddy with the prospect of what you had secured in the bag…. and under your dress.
You squeeze your thighs together. The lace against your flesh is already getting you excited. You needed to find Charlie- now.
The sound of his rich voice leads you right to him. He doesn’t notice you, too busy on the phone talking to his assistant about call back auditions. His tone and the way he rubs at his temple tells you that he’s frustrated.
You would just have to fix that.
Soon, Charlie Barber would forget all about work and be focused on something much more important...
You.
With Charlie distracted you hurry into the bedroom and hide the last part of your costume under one of his pillows.
You take a quick look in the mirror to check your makeup and hair before slipping on a satin white headband complete with matching bunny ears.
You bite your bottom lip and rock on the balls of your feet, knowing the rest of your “costume” lies under your long-sleeved, maroon colored dress. The silk fabric of your dress ends right at your knee and is covered in tiny white flowers.
With the plan set you make your way back towards a grumpy looking Charlie. This time you march right up to him and stand in front of him expectantly.
Charlie makes eye contact with you, giving you a small apologetic smile for still being on the phone. That is until he notices the ears placed on top of your head. He gives you a quizzical look, not yet connecting the dots.
You direct his gaze to the hem of your dress, toying with it and twirling it around your fingers. The motion hikes up your skirt to reveal the smallest peek of the baby pink garter belts you were wearing.
The muscles in Charlie’s shoulders stiffen.
“Come play Daddy.” You whisper knowing you had him right where you wanted him.
“I’m going to have to call you back.” Charlie abruptly hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the dining room table.
You feel his fingertips running along your flesh from your kneecaps to your thighs. His touch leaves a trail of goosebumps.
“What’s all this for, babygirl?” Charlie coos, his earlier irritation seemingly melting away.
“I wanted to surprise you. So I went out and got a very special costume.”
His head cocks to the side, intrigued to know more, “Is that so?”
You nod cutely, “Uh-huh! Happy Halloween, Daddy.”
Deep brown eyes dance in amusement, “And a Happy Halloween to you too, my girl.”
His once light touches quickly turn rough as his fingers grip at your thighs.
“Lets see this costume of yours, hm?” After the pent up frustrations of the day, Charlie was ready to forget himself in you, but you didn’t feel like being a good girl just yet.
You shake your head ‘no’ and take a step back. Just out of his reach.
“No?” Charlie’s brow creases. He’s momentarily at a loss for words. You never told him no.
“What’s gotten into my good girl?” He sounds surprised, but nonetheless holds out his hand for you with a smile, “Come show Daddy.”
You shake your head again, giggling mischievously.
The smile drops from Charlie’s face. “Little one,” He growls, his tone firm. “What did I just say? Come over here… Now. ”
He looks at you pointedly, gesturing for you to step forward.
Once more you shake your head, biting back a wide grin. “You'll have to catch your little rabbit.”
“You want me to catch you?”
You answer by taking a few steps back. Charlie rises to the challenge, stepping towards you, testing you.
“Maybe Daddy doesn’t have it in him to catch me.” You whisper teasingly, taking a second step back to see if he’ll follow. Naturally, he does.
He takes another step forward and you take one back. The tension grows between you, tight like a bow string ready to fucking snap.
The look in Charlie’s eyes makes your nipples harden. He didn’t like that you were misbehaving and yet… He wanted more.
Your heart hammers in your chest, you feel like his prey which is exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to fucking devour you.
“Better start running, little rabbit.”
Your stomach drops at the intensity of his words, but you take off. To give yourself some momentum, you use your hands to push yourself off of a nearby wall. You run as fast as you can throughout his apartment and down the hallway.
You give a quick look over your shoulder to see Charlie not even bothering to run after you. Totally unphased he gives you a head start before stalking after you.
His footsteps hit heavily upon the floor, letting you hear him gaining on you.
Your heart thunders in your chest as you try to bound into the bedroom and hide, but with legs as long as Charlie’s he easily catches up to you. His arms extend and grab you tightly around the waist.
You squeal, squirming in his arms in an attempt to get away. Charlie easily pulls you flush against his body, your back to his chest.
“Did you really think you'd escape me so easily, little rabbit?” Comes the low rumble in your ear.
The sound liquefies your insides. Your thighs clench to try and dull the throbbing ache. Charlie grinds himself against you which only increases your squirming.
Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths, “No fair! You're so tall- it's cheating!” You pout looking up at him with big eyes.
Charlie laughs darkly, looking down at your cute pouting face, “I warned you-” He pauses to run his hand softly up your body, caressing your delicious curves and up towards your breasts, “-not to test me.”
He tweaks your nipples through your clothes before reaching up to wrap a large hand around your throat. Your movements still and instead your body shudders under the force of his touch.
“But I like tests. I was a great student in school.” You tease while trying to remain calm. You were determined to not give in so easily.
“I'm sure you were such a good little school girl.” He growls and squeezes a little tighter around your neck, “But look at you now... determined to be so very bad .”
You shiver, eyes closing as the tiniest moan leaves your parted lips. Subconsciously you press your ass against him, whimpering when you feel the prominent bulge already forming in the front of his pants.
Charlie groans when you wiggle back against him and jerks your head so you look up at him. “Didn't you have something to show me?”
“I'm not sure what you mean?”
Your feigned wide eyed innocence makes his cock twitch and Charlie ruts himself into your back so you can feel him even more. He teasingly flicks your headband with his free hand before he drops his voice down to a low whisper in your ear, “What's caused all this attitude hmmm? My sweet little girl is so feisty today.”
“Well, it is Halloween after all. I wanted to be wicked.” You huff, biting your bottom lip slightly and pushing yourself harder against his cock. You’re wearing nothing but a tiny thong under your dress, leaving only that and his layers of clothes between you.
Charlie huffed in irritation at your defiance, “So, you want to be a bad girl? A bad girl hiding something under her pretty dress.”
Dropping both his hands to grip your thighs he presses thick fingers into your soft skin. He leans down so his chin is resting on your shoulder so he can continue to whisper in your ear, enjoying the shivers he's pulling out of you.
You whimper slightly and lean back into him, forgetting yourself for a moment.
Charlie hums in acknowledgment at his affect over you. “Still such a shame because Daddy wanted to play and see those cute little panties you're hiding under there. But you know the rules-”
As he speaks he curls his fingers under the hem of your maroon dress and runs light touches up your bare skin. He thrusts his hips forward, his cock growing harder with each passing second.
“Only good girls get played with.” Charlie finishes his sentence with a smile and hopes you can feel the outline of him, hard and thick against your back.
The blood rushes to your face when you feel him firmer against you. “It's more of a thong if I'm honest.”
Charlie tugs on your nipples through your dress to stop your cheekiness, “Brat.” he hisses and goes to pull away.
You cry out at the loss of contact and grab his hands to pull them back to your breasts. Charlie smiles in satisfaction, knowing your bad girl act wouldn’t last for much longer.
It takes all your strength to hold him in place but you still manage to look over your shoulder and give him your best pleading eyes. “Don’t go Daddy. Please?”
As fun as this new feisty side of you was, watching the defiance in you falter makes him throb.
Charlie coos at your soft, wide eyed expression, “Oh? Now those certainly don’t look like the eyes of a bad girl. I thought you wanted to be a bad, little rabbit?”
Making use of his hands being back on your breasts he pinches your nipples again. This time hard enough to make your hold on his hands loosen.
You moan in response and Charlie abruptly pulls his hands out from under yours. Gripping your shoulders, he spins you around so that you’re facing him. You push yourself into his chest but Charlie is already backing away, making his way into the bedroom.
With a whine you go to follow him but stop at Charlie’s firm order. “Stay put.”
This time you obey and watch as Charlie’s hand drops to his cock.
“Daddy can't lie, you've got him all riled up.” He moans, roughly palming himself through his pants. “So maybe I should treat you like a bad girl.”
You lose all ability over your oral motor skills. Your throat is suddenly too dry to even swallow.
Pleased by your apparent inability to speak, Charlie starts unbuttoning his blue dress shirt. Your eyes dart to every new piece of exposed flesh. Next, he runs his hands down his chest to his belt buckle. He spares no time undoing it, as well as unzipping his pants. Once free, he pushes them and his underwear down before sitting on the edge of the bed completely naked.
He leans back some, getting comfortable and holding himself up with one hand while the other lazily strokes his cock, “Take off the dress, Little One.”
Your mouth waters at the sight of him. So strong and in control as he touches himself. The lace of your thong clings to the slick outer lips of your cunt. Your desperation to be touched finally eclipses your need to misbehave. You turn around to face away from him, reach for the bottom of your dress and pull it up above your head. Carefully, you let it slip out of your grasp, the dress pooling in a heap on the floor.
You stand unmoving letting his dark eyes roam over the details of your costume. The bra and thong are both made up of delicate swirls of baby pink lace, complete with matching garter belts. Attached to the thong, right at the top of your butt is a fluffy white cotton tail.
Charlie growls at the sight and leans forward to deliver a swift smack to your ass. You jump, arching your ass back into the touch.
“Mmh, look at you. With your cute little tail right above that perfect fucking ass.”
The praise makes you shiver and look over your shoulder to see him smirking and tugging his cock faster. “Turn around for me sweetheart. Let me see you.”
You turn around, giving Charlie a peak at your taut nipples through the lace of the bra.
It’s too difficult to wait so you take a few tentative steps towards him before crawling into his lap. You wrap one arm around his neck while the other skims down his broad chest.
Charlie knows you’re trying to trick him into forgetting your earlier actions, but he would stick to his guns. He had plans for his little rabbit and your soft hands and pretty eyes wouldn’t derail him.
He tuts under his breath but you revel in how his skin pricks with goosebumps at your touch, “So she wants to be good now does she?” Charlie leans in and whispers close to your face, letting his breath fan over you.
Before you can respond he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up only to drop you onto the bed. “No little rabbit, you wanted to be bad so now you have to earn being good. I said, stay put!”
His forceful command makes you whimper. You watch as he stands back and starts playing with his cock, just out of your reach.
It hurts not being able to touch him.
“Maybe I should make my bad little girl beg? I like it when you whimper for me.” He teases watching your hands twitch in your lap. You look so unsure of what to do next and it turns him on all the more, “Your nipples look so painfully hard my poor girl, play with them for me.”
With a pout you sit up on your knees and reach behind you to unclasp your bra. You sit back on your heels, knees apart as you slip into sub stance. Now wearing nothing but the bunny tail thong and garters.
You cup your breasts in both hands and massage them gently, “Like this Daddy?”
Charlie moans when you start to pinch your nipples, “My sweet girl. Exactly like that. Keep going.”
His gaze drops to your parted knees, catching sight of the wet spot in the front of your panties.
Dark brown eyes glaze over.
Needy.
Feral.
“ Fuck, baby.”
He swears breathlessly as he jerks his cock faster. His fist moves up and down his length from the base to the tip over and over again.
His perfect beautiful girl kneeling before him was enough to bring him closer to the edge of cumming. But not before he taught you a lesson. Leisurely, Charlie walks closer to you, letting you eye the drop of precum beading on the head of his cock. He keeps moving closer until his cock is right in front of you.
So close that you could wrap your lips around it. If only he’d let you!
You look up at him desperately.
“What does my little rabbit want?” Charlie teases, laughing to himself at his next choice of words. “Does my little rabbit want a nice, thick carrot in her mouth?”
Without thinking you lick your lips, looking at him as if he was a whole meal for you to eat. You whimper pitifully but Charlie continues to jerk his cock inches from your lips.
He groans at the feeling of the muscles in his stomach tensing as he gets closer to cumming, “Maybe I should just cum all over that pretty little face and leave you there untouched?”
Your eyes widened in horror, “N-No please Daddy. I want to taste and I want to be touched!”
You meet his gaze, hands dropping from your breasts to grip the sheets by your knees. You lean in closer, pushing your ass out so he has a better view of your cottontail.
The last thing you do is open your mouth for him. Proof that all you wanted to do was please him.
Charlie moans at your act of submission, his free hand stroking the top of your head, “Oh that's my good girl, there she is. Looking like such a hungry little slut for me.”
He sounds so pleased that you practically purr at the praise.
“You want to be good for Daddy? Then you’re going to learn your lesson and swallow all of Daddy’s cum before I even think about touching you. Understand, little rabbit?”
“I understand. Every drop.” You open your mouth wider and stick out your tongue. He's standing so close to you that your tongue strokes the underside of the head of his cock. You look up at him with large begging eyes, practically drooling from your mouth being so wide open and your tongue sticking out.
At the feeling of your hot wet tongue Charlie moans from deep within his chest. It’s a dark guttural sound that makes your cunt impossibly wetter.
“Look at you, already drooling. So eager to taste Daddy’s cum.”
The veins in his cock pulse against his palm and on your tongue. His free hand strokes its thumb over your cheek, making sure your attention is on him when he speaks. “Looks like someone’s back to being an obedient little slut. I'm glad you've learnt your lesson.”
You nod, a needy whine bleeding from your throat.
The pitiful sounds you let out are enough to send him over the edge. Charlie moans your name and paints ropes of cum over your wanting tongue.
You can't help from wrapping your lips around the head and sucking on it like hard candy. Charlie continues to stroke himself into your mouth as you suck down every last drop, only stopping when he pulls his cock from your mouth.
He stands back, panting and watching you happily swallow down his load.
Charlie hums and leans down to kiss you. He strokes his tongue deep into your mouth while running his fingers up into your hair to grip a fistful. “Do you think you've earned back the title of being my good girl?”
You shudder in his grasp, rubbing your thighs together to relieve the ache in your cunt, “I’ve learned my lesson Daddy. I swear it.”
A sly grin comes over Charlie’s features. His voice drops an octave as he whispers.
“We’ll see about that.”
With his hand still in your hair, he pulls you to your feet and sits down in your place. He releases you, his touch feather-light coming up your thighs to the elastic band of your thong.
His mouth falls open in a groan when he sees how soaked they are. The pink lace now stained with your slick.
“As much as Daddy has enjoyed your costume. It needs to come off now.” Charlie pulls down your panties and helps you step out of them.
Charlie reaches up and adjusts the bunny ears to stop them from falling and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. The fact he can still be gentle while punishing you makes you smile. A reassuring feeling washing over you that despite you being bratty- you are still cared for.
“You were such a good girl swallowing down all my cum. Tell me, what does the little rabbit want for a reward?”
Your ears literally perk up at his words. Without hesitation you scramble onto the bed and quickly pull out a carrot shaped vibrator from under your pillow that you’d hidden earlier, “I want this Daddy.”
Charlie tries not to laugh at the shape of the toy and your sheepish expression.
He isn’t quick enough to respond so you feel the need to entice him. You sit back against the pillows, knees drawn to your chest before letting them part to reveal your wet cunt to him. You don’t hesitate to turn it on and rub it along your folds, “Please? Come play with your cock hungry little rabbit.”
Charlie growls, his earlier amusement evaporated. He slides up the bed to sit on his side beside you, “Well look at you little one, so fucking wet for me.”
You nod, the toy touching your clit and making you whimper.
His hand comes up to take it from you, a sinister smirk on his face, “Should Daddy take over, little one? Fuck you with your carrot and stretch you open before I give you my cock?”
Your eyes nearly cross, nodding at his question. He takes the toy as you hand it to him and plays with it in his hands for a second, seeing it glisten with how wet you’ve gotten it already without it even being inside you. He turns the vibration down to the lowest setting and looks at you, holding your gaze. He slips it between his full, plush lips tasting your juices on it, groaning in satisfaction as he did, and getting it wetter before holding it against your hole.
“You want me to stretch you so you can take my cock? Like this?” He pushes the toy achingly slow into you before turning the vibration up one setting.
“Yes! Please stretch me open. Need to be stretched open for Daddy's cock!” Your moans grow louder, hips rocking into the toy.
“My beautiful, impatient girl,” He watches as you screw your eyes shut in pleasure, “You're being so good for me now, babygirl.”
As a reward, Charlie turns the vibrations up higher and starts to pump the toy in and out of you. He groans at the sound of how wet your pussy has gotten for him.
His stomach tightens as he watches you, his cock throbbing firmly against his stomach, “Don't shut those beautiful eyes sweetheart. I want you to look at me while I fuck this tight little hole.”
You whine back at him, feeling a familiar ache build up in your core, “Daddyyyyy. I'm so close! My pussy feels so full.”
“Yes, little one keep talking to me. You know how much Daddy loves it when you beg for him.” Large fingers take a hold of your jaw, holding you still so he can place a quick kiss to your trembling lips. He urgently coaxes you towards your orgasm needing to get his chance to be inside you, “I want you to cum for me baby. Cum for me, then Daddy will fuck you as much as you need.”
“F-Fuck! Daddy yes!” you grind into the toy harder and feel it touch your g-spot and it throws you over the edge of bliss.
You cry out his name, his real one, and shudder violently as you cum around the toy. Moans bleed from your throat. The aftershocks rip through you, but Charlie holds you steady- grounding you.
“Fuck my girl is so pretty when she cums. I can't wait to see it again.”
Charlie chuckles at the sight of your now lopsided bunny ears and reaches up to pull the headband from your head. Your eyes open to find him grinning down at you.
You might have just came, but it is clear that Charlie isn’t through with you just yet.
“Does my little rabbit want Daddy's cock?”
You nod with a hazy smile on your face.
Without missing a beat, he slowly moves you both so that you sit straddling his lap once more, “Fuck, baby, Daddy is so desperate for you.”
Once on his lap you position yourself over him, Charlie’s hand helps guide his cock to your entrance. You purposely move slowly, so that you can feel the stretch of inner walls.
He’s so fucking thick .
It doesn’t matter how many times he’s fucked you. His cock always stretches you to your limit. You place your hands on Charlie’s broad chest, anchoring yourself as you start to roll your hips.
It’s clear he’s attempting to remain still. His jaw set from the way he grinds his teeth. He’s trying to give you time to adjust to his size.
But you can feel him throbbing inside your tightness, making you gasp, “Daddy's cock is throbbing so much. Does Daddy feel good?”
“Yes… feels fucking amazing, baby.” Warm brown eyes roll back at the feeling of your heat fully wrapped around him. You’ve taken every inch of him now and it makes him feral. “This delicious fucking cunt is perfect, do you know that? Do you know how perfect you are?”
His breathless words of praise make you blush, grinding into him harder as your nails bite into the flesh of his chest. Charlie doesn’t care, his only focus is feeling you take all of him-making him growl.
The low sound has your mouth falling open in a little ‘o’ shape as you buck against him in search of friction.
He smirks teasingly at you as you buck into him. His hands move to your waist and guide you to start bouncing on his cock.
Slowly at first, but then he keeps talking.
“Can you feel how deep I am? Daddy is so proud of his girl and her hungry cunt.”
Your movements speed up, quickly becoming sloppy as your thighs shake. You’re a desperate thing and Charlie knows it. Your cunt clenches around him in response to every dirty word he speaks.
“That’s it, fuck Daddy’s cock like the mindless little rabbit you are. I want you to cum again for me sweetheart, can you do that? I want to feel this pussy gush all over me.”
You try to verbally respond but nothing other than nonsensical nosies leave your mouth.
Smugly, Charlie sits up straighter and plants his feet in the mattress, giving him a better angle to thrust up into you.
You cry out, hands grope at his arms and shoulders- anywhere you could reach as he fucks you. Flesh smacking together the more aggressive you both become.
Charlie reaches for the vibrator turning it all the way up and placing it in your hand, “Put this on that needy clit for me little rabbit.”
He watches how your eyes blow wide but nonetheless you take it from him, and instantly place it on your clit. You bite your bottom lip to stop from screaming, much to Charlie’s displeasure.
“Louder! Daddy wants to hear you.” He grabs your free hand and pulls it tight behind your back, giving you no other choice but to sit atop his cock and take his brutal thrusts.
Your vision blurs from the assault of pleasure on your senses. Your body is a sweaty trembling mess as he fucks you. Your clit throbs and pulses in time with your heavy breathing.
All the while Charlie watches you as if you’re performing some beautifully written sonnet.
“That's it beautiful girl, cum for me.” He grunts, speeding up as much as possible as you start chanting at him.
“Yes! Make me cum, Daddy! Make me cum! Make me fucking cum!”
You already have his permission so you don’t stop yourself when your orgams washes over you. You tense and then release- slick gushing out of you and all the way down to Charlie’s balls.
Probably even to the sheets below him.
You gasp for breath as if you’re drowning- needing to fill your lungs with enough oxygen. Charlie holds you as you slump against him, pressing kisses to your skin as you try to regain yourself.
He slows down his thrusts until he is languidly stroking your walls to let you come down.
After a moment you look down at him, still gasping, “D-Daddy cums now?”
He chuckles and his voice comes out strained as he tries to hold himself together for you, “Yes, rabbit. Daddy comes now. Where do you want Daddy to cum? I'll give you the choice since you're behaving again.”
You look deep into his eyes and whimper, “Fill me up with your cum Daddy. I want every drop that you can give me, please?”
His cock twitches at your words and Charlie instantly picks up his pace. Your hands move to his shoulders to steady yourself. His thrusts are less precise now that his orgasm is approaching but they remain forceful. Your entire body shaking and bouncing from it as you whimper.
The sound of your whines make him reach out and capture your face in his hand. He kisses you and presses his forehead against yours, gritting his teeth and growling.
“Such a good girl aren't you? Wanting Daddy to fill you up, letting Daddy cum for you. So good to me.” He pants as he feels himself getting closer to cumming, rambling as he loses himself in the feeling of your cunt.
He releases your face and lowers his hands to your breasts pulling harshly on your nipples. You cry out, your cunt clenching around him-giving him the exact response he wanted.
He smiles through gritted teeth, tugging on the other nipple and it’s enough to push him over the edge. Charlie’s hips stutter and he moans your name, eyes rolling back slightly as you continue to clench around him.
His cock pulses, filling you up to the brim with his cum and overflowing.
Making a fucking mess that has you both shuddering.
Charlie slowly starts to come down. Muscles relaxing to slump against the headboard. He pulls you down with him so he can kiss you.
He meets your lips with a blissful sigh, “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Carefully Charlie slips out of you, moaning lewdly as he watches the mix of cum drip from your swollen cunt, “Look at you my messy girl. That tight little hole is just dripping!”
You huff and hide your face in embarrassment, but Charlie chuckles and shuffles you both to lay back against the pillows. You on your side and Charlie on his back.
He pulls you closer, letting you snuggle into the crook of his neck while he kisses your forehead.
For a moment you both enjoy the silence, bodies settling comfortably until Charlie speaks. His tone is soft, wanting to check in with you. “Daddy is sorry if he teased you too much.”
“Don't be sorry Daddy, I was trying to push your buttons so we could play.”
Charlie nods and keeps placing kisses to forehead as your breathing gets slower, “I have a question for you, but first do you need anything little one?”
You smile at him softly and shake your head 'no', “Just you.”
He runs his fingers through your hair, pulling it just enough to massage your scalp, “Was that all it was? Pushing me so we could play?” His finger moves under your chin, and tilts it so you look up at him, “It's not like my good girl to act out. Where did the attitude come from, huh?”
A look of worry comes over your face and Charlie leans in to kiss it away.
“I’m not saying I didn’t like it. I definitely liked it.” He playfully nips at your nose causing you to giggle, but when he speaks again his tone is serious, “Have you been feeling like I’ve been neglecting you? Is that why you felt like you needed to get my attention?”
You aggressively shake your head and reach up to stroke his jawline, “No, Daddy, no! I just...” your cheeks heat up, color flooding them before you can continue.
“They say Halloween is a day that you can be anyone you want to be. So, I thought it would be fun to dress up and be…. a naughty girl.” You bite your bottom lip, “Are you mad at me?”
“No baby, I'm not mad at you. Of course I'm not, I just wanted to make sure my girl is well taken care of.” He plants a reassuring kiss to your lips, “It makes me happy that you trust me enough to push boundaries like that. But promise you'll tell me if I go too far in the future? Or if the teasing is too much, okay?”
You nod in agreement, “Yes Charlie, I promise. But this wasn’t too much, I liked it very much.”
He smirks at you then, “I'll be honest little one, I don't know if you've noticed-“ he drops his voice to a whisper, “-but I like you feisty.”
Without warning, Charlie begins to attack your face with kisses. Kissing you from your brow to your chin, enjoying how you giggle and squirm while begging for mercy.
Satisfied, he takes a deep breath and looks at you with such adoration and affection that it nearly takes your breath away.
“Happy Halloween, Daddy.” You whisper, hands reaching to pull him closer.
Charlie hums in response, letting you guide him back down to your flushed face.
“Happy Halloween, little rabbit.” He whispers before crashing his lips to yours once more.
Warnings: Toxic relationship, arguing, screaming, cheating, PinV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, masturbation, swearing, dirty talk, slight degradation, excessive use of the word fuck, established relationship.
A/N: This took me literally 10 years to write lol. So you can expect the next update to be in another 10 years.
Flip would always fuck you like it would make everything go away. Like getting his dick wet and your pussy drenched was enough to make you forget every bad thing that had ever happened between the two of you. Perhaps he saw it as an act of mercy, like fucking you after he’d fucked somebody else was kind of him.
He liked to bend you over the back of the couch, pulling down his jeans just enough so that he could get himself out before sinking into you. He would stretch you so good as he pumped in and out until he emptied himself deep inside of you with a groan as your walls spasmed around him from your own orgasm.
You were constantly haunted by the feeling that you weren’t enough when you were with Flip. There was always this tiny voice in the back of your head that whispered about how much better he could do, how he deserved better.
It wasn’t his fault that you felt like this. You could never blame him for not feeling the same way you did. But ultimately, it was a little seed of doubt that would eventually blossom into something which would come to be the end of the two of you. No matter how prepared you thought you would be for it, you never saw it coming. Or you did, but you chose to ignore it for as long as you could.
Flip was a good actor. He was hard to read and never let his emotions betray him. Not like your own did you. You were an open book to him. You assumed it was that which made it so easy for him. He had to have known just how much he was hurting you and he must’ve liked it; why else would he keep doing it?
Your relationship was never perfect, never something which other couples would look at and aspire to. The two of you were so different but not in a good way; the two pieces of you did not fit together like yin and yang. Your friends would always ask you what it was that made you stay? And the answer was simple, it was him. Looking into his eyes made you forget everything bad that had ever happened between the two of you. It made you forget how he had you questioning whether he wanted you or not.
You did everything you could to please him, but it was never enough. You were never enough because you weren’t what he wanted. He told you that, yelled it in your face after coming home drunk one night; he’d been reeking of beer, cigarettes, and another woman’s perfume, and yet, you stayed. You stayed because you were a hopeless fool in love with a man that had never loved you.
Flip made you feel loved. Not always, but often enough to keep you tethered to his being. He was your rock, your person, your one true love.
You pretended not to see it in the beginning. You ignored the dark bruises on his neck as he fucked you; ignored the late nights at the bar; ignored the lingering looks he would level others with as they walked past in short, swinging skirts. You ignored how you could taste them on his tongue and see them in his eyes.
It was easy to look past. When you were lost in the throes of passion, you forgot everything bad that had ever happened between the two of you. Flip fucked you as if he loved you. He fucked you like he was in love with the sounds that would burst from your throat in a symphony as he pounded into you over and over again. It was the only time there ever was any true passion between the two of you. He would feed his cock down your throat and watch you take him with a certain care and tenderness in his eyes. Sometimes, he would even run a finger softly down your cheek as he marvelled at the sight of you on your knees before him.
Flip, at times, made you wish that you were somebody else entirely. No matter how you were, how much you changed, his feelings would never turn to those of fondness. No matter what you did, it would never change.
You did everything you could for Flip. Anything and everything to make his life easier. You cut the crust of his sandwiches every morning – because he was still stuck in some aspects of childhood. You always made sure to have his coffee ready and a fresh pack of cigarettes waiting on the counter when he woke up. You cooked his favourite meal every Sunday: steak with roast potatoes. You mended his favourite flannel shirt when it got a small hole in the sleeve. You made sure that his slippers were always there waiting for him by his bedside. You did everything you could to show him how much you loved him, each and every day.
You would never pick yourself above him. He came above all else, your only priority in life. He was your most high. Flip made you want love. Made you crave and yearn for it. But Flip could never give you love. He would sometimes beg for yours. When he was lost, as far away in dreams as he could be. He would beg for your love in a mumble, and you would forever cherish those moments.
Forgetting the pain that he caused you and basking in every single moment of feigned love was how you survived, how you kept on going through it all.
You were always scared that he would leave you. That he would find somebody else and never come back home to you again. You were so in fear of abandonment that you thought it made you selfish. It was selfish of you that you made him stay so long. Why couldn’t you set him free? Wasn’t his happiness meant to bring you happiness?
You would look back, years later, hoping that he was happy. That he shared his life with somebody that could treat him better than you could. It is what he deserved. He deserved better than you. You loved him so much with every single fibre of your being that you prioritised his happiness above your own.
It wasn’t going to be the two of you until the end. You were not infinite. You were only meant to share a short moment in between others that would eventually – and inevitably – come to an end. There would be no house with a picket fence and a massive backyard. There would be no children that would run between your legs as you stood in the kitchen cooking dinner, your belly round with another on the way. There would be no dog that would bark as Flip turned down the driveway after a long day at work. There would be no you.
You didn’t want those things if it wasn’t with Flip. Flip Zimmerman was the only man for you. You had decided it the second you’d laid eyes on him, and nothing could change your mind, not anymore. Perhaps it was irrational – seeing how things had never really been good between you – but not everybody deserved good in life. Some people deserved the pain and the anger; telling yourself that you were one of them was what kept you from falling apart. Because knowing you were the one that deserved better was too painful of a thought.
You would sometimes lay awake at night, remembering the less evil moments, the moments that hadn’t hurt as much. Those few moments when he didn’t hate you; when he would whisper meaningless lies of love in your ears, and you would whisper them back after a fight where you’d screamed at him until your throat was raw and tears had erupted from your eyes. The difference between the two of you then was that you had meant it - you did love him - whilst he hadn’t. He had never meant it, would never mean it, could never mean it. Flip Zimmerman could never love you.
You weren’t naive, you knew what he was doing. You knew that he would laugh with his friends behind your back after fucking somebody else before coming home to you. You would cry yourself to sleep those nights.
He would sometimes wake you up as he came stomping down the hall or when he pressed a wet and careless kiss to your cheek in an attempt to make himself feel better. Making Flip feel better was always the priority for the both of you.
He didn’t care about the fact that he made you sad. He would look down upon you with indifference when you begged him to stay home before turning his back on you and walking out the door. It was pathetic. You would’ve been embarrassed if it were anyone else, but everything was different with Flip. Being perceived as pathetic or not didn’t matter when you were with Flip. Everything would be okay as long as you were with Flip.
You had stopped asking him what he had been doing those nights when he was gone until the early hours of the morning. He would never say it straight to your face, but it didn’t matter, you could see it in his eyes. The way they shone with hatred as he fantasised about telling you how he had fucked somebody else.
It was cruel of him. Everybody else could see it and would whisper about it behind your back. They knew about the lack of love between the two of you. It was so glaringly obvious that you weren’t made for each other, and yet, you couldn’t leave. Leaving required strength that you did not have, not anymore at least. Had you realised it earlier you might’ve turned your back on him, but you had reached the point of no return where strength had abandoned you at a crossroad far, far too long ago.
Sometimes his friends would come over. You would play your part, bringing him beers to his seat on the couch or by the grill until you could finally excuse yourself. You would then lay in bed listening to their laughter ring through the air as it felt like somebody was twisting a knife in your heart. He never laughed like that with you. Your pillow, ever the companion, dried your tears those nights as well.
Flip had two different laughs. The one he would freely share with his friends and strangers and then the one that was reserved only for you. The first one was beautiful, it bounced through the air as a smile cracked open on his face and it seemed like no evil had ever touched that man’s heart. The other one, the one only you would hear, was sharp and mocking. It made you feel so small, so insignificant as it attacked your ears harshly. You hated the fact that you yearned to hear it because at least it was a laugh, it was better than nothing.
He wasn’t always like that. So mocking, so mean. Most of the time, silence surrounded you in your home. It clung to the walls as the air was electric, waiting for that inevitable spark that would always come and ignite the fire that would be your demise.
It was there this night as well, lingering in the air as you sat on the couch, staring out at the driveway. It was 3 o’clock in the morning when the blinding headlights finally shone through the window for half a second.
You held your breath as he came through the door, counting to ten before letting out a shaky exhale.
“What are you doing up?” He didn’t even look at you as he asked the question. He dropped his keys into the bowl by the door, toed off his shoes and battled with his jacket.
“Same thing as you.” There was half a second of stillness as he took in your words.
“What do you mean?”
“I think you know what I mean.” Sex. Sex is what kept Flip away from your bed this late at night, and you wanted him to believe that it was what had kept you up this night too. That you had shared your bed with another, letting their fingers slide over your curves and crevices. You wanted him to feel what you felt every time he abandoned your side for another’s.
Flip glared at you, tongue rolling around in his mouth as he thought about what to say next. He could play stupid, feign innocence and pretend like he hadn’t just enjoyed another’s wet pussy to warm him that night. That’s what he liked to do. He thought that ignoring a problem was better than acknowledging it.
“You brought another man into my home?”
“So what if I did? It’s my home too, Flip.”
“So what? This is my fucking house, and I will not have another man fucking my woman in my own fucking bed.” You hadn’t seen Flip this angry in quite a while. It surprised you. Flip had never shown even an ounce of possessiveness toward you. You liked how it made you feel important, how they triggered those twisted and dangerous thoughts of ‘maybe he does care’.
“But you can fuck whoever you want; wherever and whenever?” You said calmly as you crossed your arms in front of you.
He stalked closer to you, finger waving in your face as if he was scolding a child. “Let’s make one thing clear, what I do outside of this home doesn’t fucking matter. It’s not your business.”
“Fuck you.” You whispered venomously.
“Fuck you, too, Honey.” Flip laughed that horrible laugh. “You’re not allowed to let another man touch you, do you hear me?”
“No, I’m not. Why do you pretend like you care? You don’t give a shit about me.” You asked, tears threatening to spill over from anger.
Flip mulled over what to say next. He was watching you with a look in his eyes that made you want to shrink into yourself, wrap your arms around yourself and retreat to a place where you could wallow in loneliness.
“I don’t want another man in my house when I’m not here.” Flip finally said, spinning around on his heel and making his way down the hall toward the lifeless bedroom. It wasn’t you that mattered, not really, it was that irrational notion of possession that accompanied Flip’s perception of you and your place in his life. It was also some irrational patriotic notion of what it means to be a man and have another man touching your earthly possessions. “Who knows where his grubby fingers are looking when he’s done with you.”
“I hate you.” Flashes of anger came over you. You wanted to claw at him and spit in his face, tear the clothes off his back to scratch at his skin and hurt him physically just like he hurt your heart. You wanted him to walk out that door and never come back.
“No, you don’t, baby.” He said and laughed again. “How could you?”
This was the problem. Flip was fully aware of the control he had over you. He knew the undying devotion for him that harboured in your chest, festering there like a disease. You could never hate him, not really. And it didn’t matter if you hated him or not because hate was born out of soured love. Indifference was the only emotion without any traces of that wretched feeling that could blind most people from the truth, and you could never feel indifferent toward Flip.
“I’m leaving you.” You said as Flip continued undressing, letting his jeans fall off his hips, leaving him bare, a still half-hard dick hanging limply between his legs.
“You are?” He humoured you. “I don’t see any bags packed.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole.” You grabbed for one of the pillows, throwing it at him weakly. Would he ever start caring about you? “Why do you do this to me?” A single, lonesome tear ran down your cheek.
“Aww, Sweetheart.” He cooed. “Come here.” He extended his hands and you were a fool, scrambling to wrap your arms around him.
He let you hug him, only reciprocating with a small pat on your back before grabbing you by your shoulders and pushing you back so that he could look into your eyes.
“Was he any good?”
“Who?”
“The guy you fucked like a common fucking whore in my own fucking bed.” His hand tightened just barely on your shoulder before he released you, pushing you away as if you disgusted him. Flip would never put his hands on you. No matter how little love there was between the two of you, Flip could never hurt you like that.
”He was better than you could ever be.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” Flip said with a dry laugh as he climbed into the bed, sinking under the covers swiftly and turning the bedside lamp off. The blanket of darkness that covered you did nothing to quench the anger within you.
“I’m not done talking to you.”
“Well, I’m done talking to you.” Flip didn’t even look at you as he replied. His eyes were shut, arm hanging over his eyes as he tried to tune you out.
“Do you enjoy this? Why do you keep doing this to me?” You stood by your side of the bed, watching him in sadness. How could he care so little?
“What makes you think this is enjoyable for me? You’re fucking exhausting.” As if you were the problem, but you couldn’t say that. You knew that no matter what, Flip would never be able to see your side of it. He would never be able to see that he was the cause of all of this pain and anger. And you would never be able to fully and wholeheartedly place the blame on him. ‘We are all responsible for our own happiness’ was that bitter phrase that kept running around in your mind.
“Then why don’t you just leave? We can’t keep doing this, Flip.” You ask, exasperated, your eyes leaking, and that triggered him. Flip sat up and stared at you with such anger in his eyes that you nearly flinched from the pressure of it. It was different from the normal look he would give you amidst a fight. It was tainted with small traces of hatred at the edges that had started to permeate his entire being and any feelings he had toward you.
“I could walk out of this door right now. Leave you here to fucking rot by yourself but I don’t because I pity you.” Flip spat in your face. He didn’t care about the tears that rolled down your cheeks as you blinked furiously, trying to get them to stop. “You should be thanking me for staying.” And you would — in the end — just like you always did and always would.
You were quiet. Speechless. Hurt beyond measure, but then he pressed a kiss to your lips and all was forgotten, just like it always was. You threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you as he pawed at your ass and a moan slipped out of you.
He pulled you down on the bed with him, laying you down as he loomed over you. Flip had the ability to make you forget everything with just a kiss. The second he pressed his lips against yours your mind became riddled with fog, hiding sanity for you.
His movements were frantic as he undressed you until you were just as bare as him.
This is how it was with Flip. He always thought that everything could be solved with sex. He used it as a bartering tool, a chip that he could trade for a favour. It worked most of the time. Most of the time, he successfully traded his skilful service for the hoax you called happiness. You never complained, and he never understood how much he truly hurt you.
His fingers circled your clit tightly, drawing out a moan of pleasure from you.
“You like that, Honey?” He whispered in your ear, and you could hear the smile in his tone.
“Yeah...” You were breathless from a simple touch, falling into the abyss that was him without even trying to save yourself.
“I knew you would.” He was cocky. His lips traced a path along your neck, kissing and nibbling as he went along. You were soaking wet for him, drenched beyond measure.
He continued circling you lazily, applying just enough pressure so that you could feel it but not enough so that it would take you over the brink of pleasure. It was torturous. You whined for him, needy for more as you tried to wriggle your hips, angling them up in an attempt to get him to give you more.
“You’re so needy, Honey.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face, the only real smile you had seen in a week. “You want more?”
“Yes!” You moaned. Rutting your hips didn’t help. He enjoyed seeing you squirm for him; he wouldn’t just give it up that easily. His beautiful eyes ran over your body, taking in the sight of you hungrily. The flare of your hips, the swell of your breasts, all of you laid bare for him.
His mouth came down to wrap around your nipple, sliding his wet tongue over the stiff nub before suckling on it. Your walls clenched around nothing.
Flip worked his way up with his lips, from your breasts and up to your lips so that he could press a rough kiss against them. It was all tongue and teeth, there was little love behind it but the desperation for release bled through clearly.
Your hands came up to claw at his back, pulling him closer to you as you frantically kissed him. You were desperate for his love, the tension within you slowly building.
Flip’s hands were still lazily rolling your clit between his fingers, coming down now and then to stroke through your slit, coating them in your wetness.
“Fuck...” You breathed out. It was just the lightest graze, but it sent fire blazing through you. Your mouth formed into an ‘O’ when he finally slid one of his fingers in, slipping in until he was knuckle-deep. He played with your pussy, sliding his finger in and out and then circling your clit tightly until you were sure that this time, this time he would let you cum, but he never did.
Flip ground his hard cock into the bed beneath him as he fingered you. He was desperate. He was always so desperate for you. You made him so painfully hard and that was probably what kept him with you. He was an addict; addicted to the feeling of your silky, throbbing walls wrapped around him.
“Let me hear you, Sweetheart.” He cooed. He marvelled at the feeling of your hot walls wrapped around him, always so tight no matter how many times he split you open on his hard dick.
Another finger joined the first, and you cried out, praising the lord up above as you were climbing closer and closer to the summit. Your chest heaved with every breath as you squirmed beneath him. Flip was dominant, as always, holding you still under him as he worked you closer to your peak.
Moans spilt out of you as Flip pumped his fingers into you. Your back arched into him and you were sure, so sure, that this would be your undoing, and it was. You fell apart around him, legs shaking and body convulsing as your walls constricted almost painfully around him.
Flip slid his fingers out of you, keeping his gaze connected with yours as he plopped them into his mouth. He moaned at the taste of you as he sucked them clean.
“Always taste so good.” Flip said. “Like candy, so sweet.” A shiver made its way down your spine over his words.
Your eyes travelled down his naked body, your breath hitching slightly over the beauty that was him. The sight of him always made your mouth dry. Not in a bad way, not in the way it did when somebody repulsed you, but as if you were deserted in the driest desert and he was the sweet nectar of life.
He was throbbing for you; his tip angrily red, as if it was mad over not being inside of you. It was perfect, just like the rest of him.
Flip ached for your attention, yearning for the release that you could bestow upon him. He was an insatiable creature, always craving more. He fisted himself a few short times, pumping himself even harder.
“Please, Flip, I need you to fuck me.” You gasped, hands coming up to pull his hips closer to yours. You could feel the hardness of him bump against your stiff and oversensitive clit.
He was nestled between your legs, his thick head running through your wet folds to tease you one last time.
It was almost obscene, the feeling of his thick, veiny cock as he stretched your walls. Flip fed his cock to you, slowly, inch by inch until you felt so impossibly full. You would never get used to the feeling, you would always look for it, craving it, for the rest of your life.
He sunk into you until he bottomed out, perfectly interlocked, your walls gripping him like a vice. Flip didn’t give you any time to adjust, not that you needed it. His fingers had prepared you enough for the entirety of him. His hips rolled against yours as he hovered over you, resting his hands on either side of your head as he held himself up.
It was slow and steady at first, each trust into you. Flip heavily panting above you and groaning as he felt your walls cling to all of him.
“Fuck you feel good, Sweetheart. So fucking good.” He praised. You wrapped your legs around his waist, opening up your knees even wider so that he could drive in even deeper. Your hips rolled to meet his with every thrust.
Your movements were carnal, simply seeking pleasure and nothing else. There was no love lingering behind it all, hidden in lust. The bed squeaked with every rut of his hips as he dragged his cock in and out, his tip brushing against your sweetest spot every time he bottomed out.
It was easy getting lost in him, forgetting it all. You couldn’t focus on anything else as Flip drilled into you. Forgetting and forgiving came naturally at that point.
The sounds that escaped you were building to be louder and louder as you got more and more desperate with every lazy thrust. You needed more than he could ever give you.
You dug your hands into his ass, urging him to move faster. You coaxed him to speed up, pulling him in deeper, daring him to go farther. Flip angled his hips slightly to the right, dropping down onto his elbow on one side and spreading his knees out so that he could watch himself disappear into you.
“Look at that.” He chuckled, looking up at you. For a second, you thought that it was love that shone in his eyes. “So perfect.” Your walls squeezed tighter around him, clenching over his words.
He pressed a harsh kiss against your lips before he picked up the pace as he went back to panting in your ear, groaning each time you would pulse around him as he bottomed out in you.
You kissed his neck, lips fluttering over the dark mark of another. His jaw had that stubble it would get after less than a day, rubbing your skin raw as you pressed your cheek against his.
His hips, having steadily built up in pace, snapped harshly against yours. Your hands shook as you clutched the sheets under you, trying to hold on to whatever small, lingering trace of sanity was still bestowed upon you.
Your eyes rolled back as it felt like he was pounding even deeper into you.
“Shit,” you gasped. Flip growled so lowly that you barely registered it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” Flip groaned repeatedly in your ear and you knew he was close but you didn’t want it to end, not yet.
You pushed at Flip’s chest, his cock sliding out of you, still stiff as you flipped him onto his back. He stood tall, even angrier than before, ready to take whatever you would give him. You moved so that you were straddling his lap, grinding your hot, wet core over the thick length of him.
Flip liked seeing you ride him. He was always entranced by the sight of you above him as you drove the both of you closer and closer toward the edge. And of course, you liked it too. You liked seeing him underneath you with that desperate glint he always got in his eyes. It was the only time when you felt like you had all the control. You dominated him; you controlled every movement and were the one that brought him pleasure, not anyone else.
“Come on, Honey.” He tapped two of his fingers against your hip, encouraging you to sink down onto him. It felt like he was even deeper than before; you could feel him in your throat, pulsing deep within you.
Flip stared into your eyes as you sunk down onto him until you couldn’t take it anymore, eyes flickering up to the ceiling and head falling back as you got lost in the feeling.
You placed your hands on his chest, rolling your hips back and forth, up and down. Flip’s hands came up to paw at your breasts, twisting your nipple before releasing it. You slid up his throbbing cock until only the tip was left before slamming down onto him. Flip let out a grunt each time that echoed in your ears and drove you to be rougher, harder, more desperate in your movements.
You wanted to stay like this forever. This is when you were perfect, when you fit together like you were always meant to be. Only the two of you and no one other.
Flip’s hands explored your body, pulling at your nipples, claiming your breasts with his mouth before coming down to massage your ass cheeks.
You kept a steady and familiar pace, undulating your hips in a rhythm that dripped with lust. Your head lulled to the side as you slowly started losing control of your body. Your legs were shaking from exertion, but you couldn’t stop, not when you were this close to pure ecstasy.
Flip noticed just the slightest falter in your movements, hands coming to your hips to steady you before taking over. He drilled into you, feet firmly planted on the bed to give himself the extra leverage he needed to rapidly thrust his hips up into you.
“I love you.” The words tumbled out of your mouth. It happened almost automatically, naturally. Telling him ‘I love you’ was like breathing for you, you didn’t need to force it, and holding it in felt unnatural. ‘I love you, Flip’ was the first words you said every morning and the final thing every night. ‘I love you, Flip’ was a mantra that endlessly flowed through your head, the only real discernible thought you had amongst the madness, the only thing that kept you going.
He didn’t respond, and you never expected him to. Those words meant almost nothing to him yet just enough to stop him from carelessly saying them back. But him looking into your eyes so intently made you think that he must love you, even if he didn’t know it, and that was enough for you.
Flip was pounding into you, your breasts bouncing in rhythm with every thrust upwards. He kept hitting that deep spot within you that made you go cross-eyed. He was erratic in his movements, pulling you down to meet him frantically as he chased pleasure.
You squealed after a particularly rough thrust and that just seemed to spur him on.
“Let me hear you cum.” Flip demanded. Every buck up became deeper and deeper, harder and harder until, eventually, you came.
You came swimming in rapture as your body thrummed from the orgasm he had pulled out of you so expertly. Your back arched as your legs shook, cramping as you lost control of your body.
“Fuuuuck, you always get so tight when you cum.” Flip continued pumping up into you, groaning over the feeling of your hot and wet walls squeezing so tightly around his thick cock.
Flip came deep inside of you, just the way he liked it, with a slap on your ass and a chase kiss on your lips. He liked to lay his claim on you by pumping you full of him. He filled you up until you couldn’t physically take any more of him until you were stuffed with his milky-white cum. The feeling of him fucking it all back into you as it started leaking out was euphoric. You would never feel full enough, you would always stay wanting more of him, condemned to forever be devoted to him.
You would always love Flip, but he would never love you, not in the way you deserved to be loved. You would never realise it, not even after he left you. You would stay caught up in the feeling that you weren’t enough until the end of you.
