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Yes I started writing this at Christmas time. Lolffsihateme
Flippy baby. How I love theeeeee. I’m feeling like modern-day AU Flip would be all up in readers messages, every damn morning, hoping for some ‘motivation’.
🚨 SMUT R18 SEX AND STUFF
You heard your phone buzz as you poured coffee into your cup, eyes still slightly heavy with sleep.
What is on the menu today?
You grinned as you typed a reply.
Good Morning to you too Phillip. I’ve not long woken up.
The dots that indicated he was typing appeared almost immediately.
:(
You’ll get your daily fix once i’m caffeinated big boy.
If there was one thing Flip did, it was keeping you on top of your selfie game.
Selecting a fire engine red, barely-there thong and matching bra, you pulled them on and propped your phone on the bathroom counter, activating the self timer.
Turning quickly, you spread your legs wide, and bent yourself over, bracing yourself with your arms on the wall.
The shutter sound indicated the photo had been taken.
You assessed it with a little smirk before sending it and systematically deleting it from your images.
A bit of Christmas cheer for you 😘
You heard your phone ding as you pulled on your clothes.
Fuck me.
Is that an exclamation or an instruction?
Both, dollface. I want to take those tiny little panties off with my teeth.
Your conflicting work schedules were torture, Flip on long nights, you on long days. Some days you were lucky to even see each other at the house you shared.
You hadn’t seen each other for the good part of 4 days, but tonight you would start 2 days off together.
Your nether-regions throbbed as you read his message, sighing at the thought of his scratchy mustache traveling up your thigh.
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You ploughed through your workload, determined to get away early. Working through lunch paid off as you gleefully sent your last email at 3pm.
Flip wouldn’t be expecting you home so early, and would still be asleep, which would work quite well for you.
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You let yourself into the dark house as quietly as you could, navigating your way to the second bathroom to shower, so you didn’t wake your slumbering man.
Once you were clean you slipped back into the lingerie set and tiptoed up the stairs to the bedroom.
Slithers of light from the crack in the drawn curtains provided enough light for you to see Flip laying on his back, with one arm above his head, snoring softly. As your eyes fell on the bulge of his bicep, a new wave of need washed over you. The sheet was tantalizingly low, his large toned torso on display.
You climbed gingerly onto the bed and straddled him. He hardly stirred. You lightly traced the line of hair that ran up to his bellybutton, before planting soft kisses on his bare chest and grinding your pelvis gently.
He grumbled in his sleep, rousing slightly as you felt him harden beneath you. You inhaled his scent, it was woodsy - like pine from his body wash and the faintest smell of cigarette smoke. It was a scent that soothed your soul, it smelt like home.
A large hand made contact with your hip and his eyes flew open.
“Hi.” You smiled.
Flip dragged his sleep heavy eyes over your form, a soft growl escaping him.
“I hope you still plan on taking those off with your mouth.” You purred, as he hooked his thumbs in the thin straps of your thong.
“S’even better in real life.” His voice was thick with sleep “better bring that pussy up here.”
His hands cupped your bottom and guided you up so your increasingly damp cunt hovered above his face.
He swore under his breath, squeezing your cheeks before pulling your hips down, he pushed the tiny scrap of fabric aside with his nose. You moaned, trying to buck away but he held you firmly in place.
His tongue began lapping hungrily, he let you rock your hips as you vocalized your pleasure. His facial hair deliciously scratching against the sensitive skin below.
You yelped as he threw you off his face without warning, quickly sitting up on his knees and manhandling you so your legs rested on his shoulders. You squeezed his head with your thighs as he dove back into your cunt, nudging your clit with his nose as he tongued your entrance.
“Fuckkkkkk, Jesus Flip!” you spluttered. .
From this position he could slip his fingers into you, two replaced his tongue as he turned his attention to sucking your clit.
“God- baby- I-!” He hummed against your clit as you climaxed, not slowing in his ministries as your orgasm hit in waves.
You had to squirm away his mouth, he let you collapse on your back.
Grinning he took a strap of your thong in his teeth and pulled it down.
You giggled, eyeing his heavy cock, it bobbed, angrily erect.
“Fuck I’ve missed you.” He murmured, covering your body with his own.
You reached up wordlessly and dragged your fingers through his hair before pulling his face down, seeking his lips.
Your mouths were hungry, needy, frenzied.
He rolled you both so you could straddle him. Your hips unconsciously rutting, seeking friction.
You reached down and wrapped a hand around his girth. You both moaned into each other’s mouths.
“I need you so bad.” You hissed, breaking the kiss to line yourself up.
“Take it baby.” He growled, pawing at your breasts, before reaching around and blindly trying to undo your bra clasp.
He faltered as you sunk down with a groan, letting his head fall back against the pillow. You paused, savouring the stretch, the fullness.
“Christ.” He breathed, finally undoing the clasp. You shrugged the bra off so your breasts hung, he couldn’t help but take one in each hand. He kneaded, rolling his thumbs over your erect nipples, pulling a whimper out of you.
He craned his head up and took one into his mouth, suckling hungrily.
Your eyes rolled back as his teeth grazed your areola and his hips began bucking to meet your movements.
“Flip please! Tou- Jesus fuck!” You jolted as he jammed his hand between your bodies, quickly finding your clit.
“I need to-“ he didn’t finish his sentence.
You whined as he pulled you off, and jumped off the bed. He grabbed your hips, dragging you to the edge of the bed.
You spread your legs wide and he quickly pushed back in with a grunt. Standing he could plough into you. And plough he did. Sweat beading on his forehead, the slapping of skin almost drowned out your growling moans of satisfaction and his heavy, labored breathing.
His thick cock was bumping your cervix in a way that was on the verge of being painful. But it was fucking glorious.
“Flip- babe-“ you panted.
“Cum on my cock.” He almost snarled, hips snapping relentlessly, his grip on your hips bruising .
It only took a few circles of your clit, with shaking fingers for the dam to burst.
Your back arched as your body went rigid, the walls of your cunt clamping around Flip’s cock. He grunted a torrent of expletives under his breath as he fucked you through your climax.
His toned physique shone with a layer of sweat from the exertion. His hips stuttered as he unloaded, his grip on your hips faltering as he stopped moving completely and crumpled over your limp body.
He pulled out and flopped down next to you.
You both lay in satisfied silenced.
Flip wheezed and coughed next to you.
“You ok there old man?” You teased.
“I really need to give up the fucking ciggies.” He grinned, knowing full well he would never.
