Break the Chain

Leaving his mark

I'M SO READY FOR YOU GUYS TO READ THIS CHAPTER!! I usually am really picky about my writing and I never think it is good, but i'm really proud of this chapter! WARNING: There is smut VERY EARLY in this one (my inspiration song was Apartment by Bobi Andonov, so feel free to listen while you read!! also.... is that??? plot i smell?? just slightly!!

p.s. i got my first tik tok referencing my fan fic, and i literally rewatch it at least 3 times a day! if you guys decide to do the same, make sure you tag my tik tok (spookydal) so i can see it and rewatch them all the time!! ;)

enjoy you guys!
-dal
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It's funny how much your senses are heightened when you're in a dark room.

You felt your hair tickle your bare back when you threw your head towards the ceiling. The next thing you felt was Flip's large hands caressing your hips. His skin sparking the heat between you two, setting your skin on fire. The only thing you could hear were the soft pants coming from the both of you. His hands made its way to your chest as he cupped both of your full breasts. You softly moaned as you rocked your hips. You bit your lip trying to suppress your own moans to listen to his.

"F-Fuck." it was music to your ears when you knew he was enjoying this just as much as you were. You ran your hands up and down his arms as they were still kneading your breasts. You wanted to throw a fit when he released his grip. His hands once again found its way to your hips. His fingers pressed hard as he thrusted his own hips up. You slipped a loud moan as you felt him hit your cervix. It was a pleasurable pain that you didn't want to ever stop.

You rolled your head back when he settled his hips back against the mattress, one hand still on your hip, and the other snuck in between your folds. His thumb made quick circles around your clit as you rode him.

You swore to yourself you were going to stay quiet to listen to him. His deep voice stuttering curse words while you rode him? You would pay money to have that shit play on repeat. But you were quickly breaking your silent agreement, and fast. Your moans were getting louder the more his thumb worked. Damn him.

The hand on your hip made its way to your hair, tangling his fingers gently. "Hmm... Flip..." you bit your lip. You could feel his grip growing tighter in your hair, sharply yanking your head back as he grunted. You looked up towards the ceiling as your eyes tried to focus. You were trying to work with what little light you had.

"Hmm... My girl." He groaned. His thumb working a little faster on your little bundle of nerves. His sentence echoed in your ears as you picked your pace up on his hips. Your head was yanked back once more. Now your silent agreement with yourself was down the drain. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning as you squeezed your eyes tight.

Him calling you his girl made you lose your senses. Literally.

You found your back hitting the mattress, as you didn't feel him flip you over onto the bed. He quickly gathered both your wrists above your head under his right hand. His left lifting your legs onto his shoulders. The little light that came through behind your black out curtains showed you everything you needed to see. Flip was looking down, watching his cock slide in and out of you, as he took control.

"Shit." Flip groaned. The view must have been good. Seeing him unravel caused you to do the same. You felt the grip around your wrists grow tighter as you arched your back. His left hand was pushing your thighs back towards your chest, making him hit your cervix again.

"Flip!" You loudly moaned. His eyes were still glued, fixated on watching him take you. Watching this made your eyes roll back.

"Such a good girl..." He trailed off. His voice getting darker. You felt as your wrists were released from his grip. His new hold on you was now your throat. He held onto your throat tightly as his rhythm gained speed.