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This was totally inspired by a prompt someone sent in to @babbushka​ for sinday and I really think I got carried away..... please enjoy this entirely filthy piece about Flip’s wife coming home in her halloween costume. 

Halloween was notoriously a busy night for the CSPD which was only one of many reasons that Flip despised the holiday, if you could even call it a holiday. He didn’t mind handing out candy to the children who marched up to the door, and he certainly loved how your eyes lit up as they waddled up and down the sidewalks, or how you loved to decorate the house with fake cobwebs and skulls. What he didn’t love was how increasingly stupid the young adults got, throwing raging parties with booze they likely snuck from their parent’s liquor cabinet. The calls of drunk drivers and vandalized property flooded the station. 

Like always, he of course volunteered to be on patrol. You frowned when he told you, because you had hoped that you might coax him in to attending the party you were attending that evening, but you knew that he was doing something meaningful and wouldn’t want to take him away from that. So you dutifully went to the party by yourself, while Flip was holed up at the station just waiting for the calls to flood in. 

Around midnight he finally called it quits and headed home, leaving the fate of the town in the hands of the other guys who weren’t keeping their wife waiting. Flip shrugged off his coat and hung it on the hook before wandering into the kitchen for a beer. The house was dark, meaning that you haven't returned from the party yet. It wasn’t often that you stayed out late, but with the prospect of being alone for the evening you took your merry time. When you did walk through the front door, you would find Flip sat on the couch, legs spread as he sipped on the bottle. His gaze lingered along your body, watching as you shuffled into the room after locking the door. Your costume was a gogo dancer, fit with a multicolored dress that landed upper-mid thigh, paired with a white pair of platform gogo boots. His eyes drank in the sight of your bare legs, unsure if he should be jealous that other people saw you dressed like that. A soft groan rumbled in his chest as you waltzed closer to him. “Like what ya see?” You giggled freely, spinning on your feet so that he could get a better look. 

Flip took a long sip of his drink, leaning back into the cushions of the couch as his eyes raked over your figure. Once he was satisfied, he patted his knee which was a well known signal for you to sit down. Of course you obliged, happy to perch atop his leg as his hand reached around you to grip onto your hip through the dress. “How was the party?” He inquired, happy to listen to your voice. 

“Oh it was great! Amber and Cassie were there with their husbands. Only wished you had been there.” “Had I been there, we wouldn’t have lasted long Kitten. You walking around looking like that. I woulda’ dragged your ass out of there so fast.” He chuckled lowly, patting your bare thigh. 

“Is that so?” You cocked an eyebrow at him, leaning in to place a small kiss to his lips. 

“Better believe it darling. In fact..” He said, his normally serious features pulling into something mischievous. 

In one swift motion, Flip managed to stand up and sling you over his shoulder. Secretly you loved when he did so, feeling so small. He made it look easy, the way he perched you on his shoulder, one hand splayed across the curve of your ass to steady you as he began to climb the stairs toward your shared bedroom.

“Flip!” You squealed, wiggling in his clutch. 

Before you knew it, he was hauling you into the bedroom and flopped you down on the bed, body bouncing from the force. Flip wasted no time in reaching for your leg, cradling your calf in his large palm as he began to unzip the boot and peel it away from your foot. Plush lips connected with the soft flesh, planting open mouthed kisses along the inside of your ankle and up toward your knee slowly. A light gasp escaped your lips as he nipped briefly at the inside of your knee, then repeated the process on your other leg. 

“God kitten, I can’t believe you went out looking like this.” He huffed, wishing he could have seen the way you shimmed across the dance floor. 

Without warning, his strong hands gripped your hips and dragged you closer to the edge of the bed while he dropped to his knees. He parted your thighs causing the hem of your skirt to ride up and bunch around your hips, revealing your panties to him. A cocky smirk tugged at his lips once he realized that you were already wet for him, your core hot and aching for a touch, a finger, anything. “Good girl.” He breathed out, allowing a thumb to graze over the lacy fabric. Carefully, he teased your folds, giving them a taste of what was to come. Your thighs attempted to tighten around his hand, trying to create more friction, which only caused Flip to back away. You whined desperately, wishing that he wouldn’t play any games- but you knew better. Flip’s gaze darkened, his features pulling once again into a devilish smirk that had your stomach in knots. As you went to speak, to beg, his fingers trailed up the length of your thighs and hooked around the hem of your panties. “I want you to stay absolutely still, okay?” He ordered, pulling the fabric down your legs and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans. Fervently, you nodded in response, willing to do anything to have him satisfy you. Ever the tease he was, he bounced kisses once again between your legs, inching ever closer to your aching cunt. You tried to keep as still as possible, but as his hot breath hovered over your folds you shivered. His teeth sunk into the meaty flesh of your thigh as a reminder of his rules, only to abruptly connect with your dripping core. Flip explored the soft flesh, lapping and suckling at your lips hungrily. Moments like this reminded you just how good you had it, a man who constantly craved your body and would love it unconditionally. Your vision went hazy as his tongue began to trace lazy circles around your clit. 

Desperately you wished to sink your hand into his raven locks, to pull at the roots as his tongue plunged into your cunt. You knew better though, well knowing that he would stop altogether if you disobeyed his order to remain still. So you did your damn best to keep your body from moving, shuffling your hips closer to his mouth. He knew too, knew how impossibly hard it was for you to lay there and take his ministrations. He felt your muscles tighten and freeze, your orgasm nearing. Your body betrayed you and began to tremble underneath him, shuddering as he sucked faster, harder. The white hot feeling waved over your body, tipping over the edge as peace rolled over you. He carried you through your release, easing you back down reality before crawling over your form to kiss your lips. The salty sweet taste of your own come lingered on the crest of your lip as he pulled away. 

You laid atop the bed panting, still riding out the wave of your first orgasm. Your skin felt as if it were on fire, an icy heat radiated from the tips of your toes all the way through your head. You had little time to recover though before his hands were all over you again, this time flipping you over and onto your knees. Completely pliant in his grip, he molded you so that your face was pressed into the mattress, ass pushed up into the air on display for him. 

Behind you you could hear the clinking of metal as he pulled off his belt and unzipped his pants. Eagerly, he fished out his cock and stroked it a few times, spreading the precum from the tip down his length. His jaw clenched at the sight of your cunt all on display for him, glistening with cum from your first orgasm, just waiting, begging for his cock. Strong hands splayed across your hips, steadying himself so that he could easily slip within the warmth of your core - eliciting a moan from you which was muffled into the covers. 

Hips rocked, the sound of flesh smacking together filled the room as Flip found a steady pace. This was a little more frantic that he usually went, not giving a care in the world as to how hard or fast he fucked you as long as it didn’t hurt you. Your hands fisted the comforter, gripping for dear life as you took the entire length of his shaft. Just as he’d settle into you, he’d snap back, just enough friction to drive you wild. “You like that, huh? You like it when I fuck you from behind don’t you. Maybe you knew I’d just have to fuck you when you got home wearing that skimpy little dress, your ass looking perfect. Little tease.” 

The mattress creaked underneath you with each thrust of his hips. His pace sped up a bit, growing more erratic as he began to chase his release. While you had already came once, he still always made sure you came before him, so he slipped a hand between your legs and began to rub at your clit again. Desperate cries and pleads began to fall from your mouth, hips now rooting back against him trying to get as much friction as physically possible. “Go on kitten, come for me.” He whispered in your ear. Flip pulled gently on your locks, forcing your head back just a little as your body gave way to pleasure. Your walls clenched around him, milking his own release at the same time. He loved to see the way your eyes rolled back as you came, your mouth hanging open just slightly as your breath fluttered. 

It was as if you couldn’t support your own weight anymore, your limbs growing weak and numb. Flip took over, supporting your body for you so that you didn’t collapse into a tangled pile of your own limbs. Carefully, he manipulated your body so that you laid down comfortably atop the mattress, riding out your high for the second time that night. While you did so, he situated himself and ran to the bathroom to grab a warm cloth to clean you up. 

“So good for me Kitten.” He cooed, reaching between your legs to wipe up the come that was running down your thigh. You practically hissed at the friction of the wet fabric, your nerves overstimulated in only two rounds. “You are so beautiful, you know that?” 

The bed dipped beside you, and you felt a hand caress the side of your face after pushing away some of your hair that fell from it’s updo. He admired the sleepy smile that spread across your face, cheeks holding a bashful rosy glow. Flip first place a kiss to your forehead, then to your nose, and finally your lips. 

The rest of the night would be spent within each other’s embrace, you snuggled atop his chest listening to his heartbeat. His hand would fall to your hair, smoothing it down as he soothed you to sleep. Both of you would sleep in the next morning, happy to stay within the warmth of each other for as long as possible before the day demanded attention. 

Ah I love this! I feel like this got a little carried away... HERE you go nonnie! 

Flip not being able to sleep would include: 

Flip was SO eager to crawl into bed with you that night. His shift was long and tiring and he wanted nothing more than to come home to his beautiful wife, have some dinner, and hole up in the bedroom. 

He’d come home and shrug off his coat and hang it up, wandering into the kitchen “I’m home”

The two of you had dinner and went over your days, after which Flip would help you clean the kitchen

You had showered and slipped into the silky lavender pajamas that Flip loved so much, seated on the edge of the bed applying lotion to your legs as he stripped out of his clothes

“Fuck you look beautiful”

As the two of you crawl into bed, he’d snuggle up real close and pull you against his chest wanting you as close as possible

You’d exchange your normal goodnights, including several soft kisses, before eventually passing out atop him 

He figured he would pass out too but as the time passed and sleep evaded him, he grew annoyed

It was increasingly harder for him to stay still and he couldn’t bare the thought of waking you so he carefully managed to wiggle out from under you and sauntered back out to the kitchen.

If he couldn’t sleep, then he might as well finish up the reports from the day

Flip settled in the kitchen, only a dim light luminating the room so that it wouldn’t bounce down the hallway and wake you. He sat at the kitchen table, files and papers spread out all over. 

He’d occasionally grumble under his breath about how stupid this was and that he should be with you instead. 

You had woken up around 2am and realized that he wasn’t in bed next to you, so you went to investigate, only to sigh when you found him hunched over case files. 

“Shit babe, did I wake you?” 

“No I just missed you, that’s all.” 

Nights like this weren’t too rare, but you never minded. You padded over to the coffee machine and made a pot, pouring two glasses before heading back over to him and sitting in his lap.