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Treat. // Brett Talbot

Halloween was your favorite holiday all year around, Christmas being a close second, but what you loved about Halloween was the fact that you could dress up as anything you wanted, and no one could say anything. You could dress up as Edgar Allen Poe, or a sexy firefighter, and either were suitable. When your boyfriend, Brett, suggested that you both choose each other's costumes, you were on edge for the entire day. Brett was charming and respectful, but he was playful and enjoyed messing around with you, so your mind was off on a tangent the whole day, anticipating the outfit he had picked for you.
You went simple with him, picking out a pair of black ripped shorts, and a white button up shirt; picking one size too small so that it would tighten around his muscles with every movement. You covered the shirt in fake blood, and ripped bits off here and there to make it look real. The last item you got, caused you to giggle uncontrollably in the store, was a pair of fluffy ears on a headband. They were too adorable not to buy.
"Babe, this shirt is too small." Brett groaned from your bathroom, but you just pushed his criticism to the side.
"Deal with it." You replied, eyes widening in shock when he opened the door and revealed his unbuttoned shirt and shorts that rested low on his hips. You gulped back the surprise, eyes wandering over his toned chest that still caused your heart to beat twice as fast as usual. "Perfect." You grinned, clapping your hands together to ease the tension between your legs.
He smirked at you before pulling out the bag that he walked in with earlier that day, he wouldn't let you see what was in it because he wanted to see your reaction. "Here you go, Miss I buy my boyfriend clothes too small for him." You nervously took the bag from his stretched hand and caught a glimpse of red.
"I swear, if you bought me lingerie." You warned, eyeing up his confident face.
"Open it." He demanded, leaning back against the desk in your room, his tall figure making the room look ten times smaller than usual. You couldn't help but admire the ears resting on top of his head. You rummaged through the bag, taking out what looked like a red silk rope with a hood, with a black, and white corset that had too many strings to look even remotely easy to put on. "That's not even the best part." Brett mused, stepping closer to you and pulling out a red and white thatched skirt that you were sure wasn't even going to cover one of your ass cheeks.
"Brett... I..." You were speechless.
"Don't say anything, go put it on." He said, picking up the light material and shoving it into your chest. "I'll be waiting." He smirked, pushing you towards the bathroom. You slowly walked over to the white tiled room, shutting the door over slightly before changing into the little material of clothing that he had picked out.
"Brett... I can't wear this to a party.." You mumbled, opening the door once you completely tied the front of the corset, "I thought you agreed that I should wear this to the party tonight?" You questioned, looking down at your figure but all you got was a face of tits.
Brett smirked in your direction, walking up closer to you. He nuzzled his head into your neck, taking in your sweet scent, his breathing fawning over your prickling skin. "Oh, I agreed to you wearing it tonight, but I had no party in mind." He whispered against your skin, electricity shooting down your spine. His lips worked their magic on your skin, starting from the lobe of your ear to the dip in your collarbone. He hummed against you, his tongue tracing over each lump, and bump, you had. "Trick or treat?" He asked.
You gulped at his tone, unable to find your words, gasping at the sudden feeling of his teeth nibbling against your skin. "Treat, please."