Happy Thanksgiving you guys!!! I hope you have a good day whether you spend it with family or friends! Stay safe, and enjoy nervous Flip ;)-Dal
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"Baby..."
Flip smirked to himself, glancing over to you. You had your head leaned against the headrest with your eyes shut. He burned that image in his mind as he turned his head, looking back onto the road in front of him. He could feel your thighs tremble against his hand as he slowly circled his middle finger. Moans crept out of your mouth as he picked up the pace on your clit. Flip had to bite his lip to suppress his own moans. The sight of you like this was enough to get himself off.
Flip didn't want to admit to himself that this was the only thing that could control his nerves. Seeing you unravel just from his finger was the best stress reliever. It was gonna be a good two hours to drive to your mom's house in celebration of Thanksgiving. Flip honestly thought the holiday was overrated and stupid. People just used it as an excuse to stay home, watch football, and drink.
Things were different now. They have been ever since the night he met you.
You reassured him that he had nothing to worry about, that they would love him just as much as you did. He was still nervous as shit, though. You kept telling him it would be fine. That if he ever felt too uncomfortable, they could steal a couple of plates and sneak off to your old room.
Your soft moans yanked his attention back to reality. Your teeth were sinking down on your bottom lip as your breath quickened. He turned his head to look at you when you scooted closer to him.
"W-What-" He stuttered as he felt your hands work on his jeans. He licked his lips as you tugged on the material. He managed to lift himself up off his seat just enough for you to free his hardened length.
He couldn't help the grunt that ripped through his throat as he glanced down at your hand, bouncing up and down on his length, already producing pre-cum to bead at his slit. He took a deep breath, averting his eyes back on the road. He swallowed the knot in his throat as he tried to stay focused.
His finger swirled faster around your clit hearing your whimpers from the other side of his truck. He loved how you reacted just from his fingers, but hated that he couldn't look at you. Watching as your hair fell over your face. Your hands gripping the fabric of your dress, trying to control your body shaking. He wanted to pull over and let your tits bounce in his face as you rode him.
"Flip!" You shouted. He could see in his peripheral vision that you shot your free hand up against the dashboard, almost knocking over his police radio. He smirked to himself as he quickly glanced over to you.
Your other hand bounced faster, making him take a shaky breath in. He was glad there was barely anyone on the road at this hour. He found himself swerving into other lanes as another one of your moans filled his ears.
"I'm close, baby." You pumped your hand along with the rhythm of his finger. "Fuck, I'm close."
He was amazed that you kept up with your hand as your body twitched, riding the final shockwaves that his hand brought you.
It only took a moment for you to scoot yourself back over, moving towards the window. A wrinkle formed in between his eyebrows as he tried to figure out why in the hell you weren't close to him anymore.
"Oh, shit." was uttered from his mouth as he watched you lean over, sliding his length into your mouth.
Flip licked his fingers that were buried into you, letting your bitterness fill his taste buds. He laid his head back against the headrest, trying his best to keep his eyes open and focused on the road. He slipped his fingers out of his mouth and laid them against your head, gripping your hair.
"Fuck, baby." He mumbled under his breath. He felt how warm and wet your mouth as you bobbed your head up and down. His grip on your hair tightened a little harder, producing a moan to buzz around his length. He guided your head, telling you to go a little faster. He could feel his face start to warm up as he felt himself edging closer and closer...
"Shit." He adjusted his hold on the steering wheel as he felt himself drifting off into another lane. He looked around in his mirrors, thanking whoever that the roads were still empty. He took this opportunity to look down at you.
He studied how your curls bounced with each movement of your head. How the fabric from your dress was still pushed up to your waist. He licked his lips when he noticed your panties still pushed down to your knees. He shook his head, almost like this was all too good to be true.
"Fuck!" Flip's hold on your hair grew tight as he held your head in place, shooting his load to the back of your throat. He could feel this length pulsating as your tongue licked every last inch of him.
"Hm." you hummed around him, causing chills to shoot down his spine. He could feel your throat swallow his load before sitting up, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. You shimmed your panties back on before settling in your seat again.
Flip reached out, grabbing your arm. He could hear your giggle fill his ears as he tugged you towards him.
"Come here."
It wasn't long until he heard your soft snores coming from your mouth as you drifted off. Flip would lean his head forward, digging his nose into your hair. He hummed to himself, letting your scent comfort him. You would adjust your head against his shoulder, using him as a pillow. That, of course, made him smile. He thought it was the cutest thing ever.
Flip cursed to himself as he swerved the steering wheel, avoiding the potholes in the road. He didn't want anything to wake you up, especially if you were comfortable resting on him. You nuzzled your head against his shoulder as Flip gently swerved over another pothole. He shook his head as he started to get frustrated, wondering why in the hell there were so many.
Flip's mind started to wander over the last week when he heard your slow breaths, telling him that you were still sleeping.
He was so excited for you two to move in together. He knew he didn't make it easy on you, which he thought was funny. Your nose always crinkled when you started to get annoyed. You were never mad at him, though. The opposite actually. Every time you would say those wonderful three words to him, his heart would start to race, feeling a sense of excitement.
Flip was happy. Which hasn't happened for a long time. He never thought he would imagine himself in love again, let alone spending Thanksgiving together. He didn't mind, though. When it came to you, he would do anything to make you happy.
Flip didn't have to wonder if you felt the same about him. You were the only thing he was sure about in his life. The only constant he wanted. Needed, actually. He was almost scared by how he felt for you. The amount of love he had. He didn't think that would even be possible again. You were a butcher with a smile, tearing the walls down that was around his heart.
He planted a soft kiss on the top of your head as the nerves started again. It's been years since he's been in a relationship. Even longer since he craved the approval of their family. What if they didn't like him? What if they didn't think he was good enough for you? What if they don't like that he's a detective? Will they be bothered by him smoking around you?
So many questions ran through his head as he nibbled on his bottom lip. He had to find some way to get through tonight. He desperately wanted your family to like him. So much was riding on this dinner. He felt like this was ultimately going to decide his future with you.
"Are we almost there?"
Flip could hear the sleepiness in your voice as you sat up a little straighter. He smiled to himself when he noticed you still leaning on his chest.
"We will be there in a couple of minutes, actually." Flip took a deep breath, feeling his heart drop down to his ass. He glanced over as you sat up, grabbing his pack of cigarettes. Your yawn filled his ears as you handed him a cigarette with a lighter.
"Here, baby... To calm you down." You looked over to him with a smile on your face. Flip chuckled over to you, grabbing the cigarette from your hand. He hesitated before lighting it, looking over to you.
"Is your family okay with me smoking?" His voice was low as he watched a wrinkle form in between your eyebrows.
"I just want to make a good impression..." His voice trailed off as you leaned your head against his chest again.
"My mom and brother smoke..." You adjusted, getting more comfortable. "Look, you already have something in common."
Flip heard a giggle from you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer against him. He could feel his muscles relax as he finally lit his cigarette, letting the nicotine slowly run through his system. He practically smoked the entire thing in just a few minutes, inhaling as much as he could.
"Ready?" you asked him as he pulled into the driveway. He took a deep breath through his nose as he looked over to you.
"Not at all."
He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He gently laid his hand against your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth. He watched as your eyes studied his face before leaning your forehead against his. He was starting to get butterflies in his tummy again as he closed his eyes shut.
"Hey." You whispered, hoping to get his attention. Flip kept his eyes shut, still feeling anxious.
"No matter what they say, it won't change the way I feel about you... You know that right?" Flip could feel your lips rub against his as you leaned your head in, giving him a quick peck.
"I know..." He trailed off again, taking another deep breath. He shook his head trying to get the confidence he needed to leave his truck.
"Come on," you managed to get out of his hold and out of the truck. Flip watched you through the window adjusting your dress. He couldn't help but smirk to himself, knowing that you were trying to make it seem like you two definitely didn't mess around on the way here. He chuckled to himself as he stepped out.
You held your hand out waiting for him to grab it. When he did you led him to the front door, tugging him along. He could feel his feet dragging, rethinking everything.
He should have worn a better shirt. Maybe he should have driven faster to get here earlier. That would have made a good impression, right?
He clenched his jaw when you knocked on the front door. It only took a few seconds for a little boy to open the door. He was about seven-years-old, wearing a football jersey. Flip chuckled as he watched the little boy jump in excitement, throwing his arms around you in a hug.
"Hey, Evan!" You were taken aback by the pressure of the hug, knocking Flip's hand out of yours.
"I missed you, kiddo." You bent down to pick him up, resting him on your hip. Flip could sense the nervousness from the kid as he made eye contact with him. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck. He watched as you patted his head, trying to comfort him.
You were good with kids... Flip bit down on his lip, not knowing how much he was going to love that.
"This is Flip." You looked up at him, smiling. Flip watched as you took a step closer to him.
"Flip," Evan whispered as he tried to sneak a peek past your hair, getting a good look at him.
"Yeah. This is my boyfriend." Flip watched as the smile on your face grew bigger.
"Flip... This is Evan, my nephew." You turned your head over, seeing that Evan got enough courage to pick his head back up, studying Flip.
"He's a detective." Flip could sense that you were trying to butter him up, which he was honestly grateful for. If Evan was the only person he could win over, so be it. Flip chuckled, reaching into his back pocket. He didn't know why he still had his badge on him. It was out of habit he guessed.
"You can hold onto it." Flip watched as Evan's tiny fingers hesitated to grab the shiny badge from his hands.
"Wow..." Evan gasped, fully inspecting the hunk of metal in his hands.
"Can I show daddy?" Evan looked over to Flip for approval.
"My brother, Mark." You looked over to Flip, giving him the inside scoop.
"Oh," Flip nodded his head, repeating that name in his mind. "Of course, Evan. It's yours for the day."
Evan flashed him a smile before tapping you on the shoulder, nudging you to let him down. When you obliged, you two watched as he ran through the house.
"Daddy! I'm a detective!!" Evan's shouting was echoed throughout the house.
Flip placed his hand on your lower back as you two laughed at this. You shook your head, shutting the door behind you.
"See? At least one person thinks you're cool." You smirked up at him.
"That doesn't include you, does it?" Flip chuckled down at you as you wrapped your arm around him.
"Oh no... You still have to convince me, I'm afraid."
Flip watched as your eyes shrunk a little with your laugh, before standing on your tippy-toes, planting a soft kiss on his lips.
"Come on." You unwrapped your arm, once again dragging him by his hand.
Flip clenched his jaw again when you led him into the kitchen. He immediately noticed a woman standing over the stove, mixing something in a pot. Her back was facing him, but he could tell who it was. She had dark hair just like yours.
"Hey, mom."
He could feel every muscle in his body tense up as the woman turned her head, looking immediately at him.
"This is Flip."
He could hear himself gulp when he watched your mom walk over with a smile.
"Oh, he is handsome..." Your mom walked over, giving you a quick hug.
"It's nice to meet you." His voice cracked as your mom wrapped her arms around him, embracing him into a hug.
"It's nice to meet you, too."
She pulled away from the hug, flashing him another smile.
"I'm Fatima."
Fatima looked over to you, waving her hands to shoo you away.
"Go say hi to your brother," she walked back over to the oven, opening the little door to reveal the turkey cooking.
"Flip can help me."
You squeezed his hand before letting go.
"You okay?" you whispered over to him.
Flip nodded his head, smiling down at you. He couldn't help but watch as you walked into the living room, sitting on the couch next to who he assumed was Mark, your brother.
"I'm excited to finally meet you in person, Flip."
Flip cleared his throat, turning his head back over as he watched Fatima setting the turkey on the kitchen island. Flip took a deep breath before getting the courage to walk over and stand next to her. He could hear your 'hello's' from the living room, along with Evan's laughing.
"Thank you for letting me come."
He watched as she shut the oven door, humming to herself. He watched as she opened a drawer, setting a carving set next to the turkey.
"Oh, it's no problem." She flashed a smile up at him before leaning against the island with her hip. Flip watched as she crossed her arms over her chest, looking out into the living room. He turned his head, following her gaze. You were now on the floor, playing with Evan. You had your hands up as Evan flashed the badge over to you.
"I don't think I've ever seen her so happy, Flip."
He couldn't help the smile spreading across his face as you caught his eye. You flashed a smile back before going back to Evan.
"I can hear it in her voice when she calls too."
Flip looked back over to Fatima as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He took a slow breath from his nose as he started to relax. He knew you felt the same about him, but hearing it from someone else gave him the validation he didn't know he needed.
"Your daughter means a lot to me, Fatima." Flip watched as she held a lighter up to her mouth, sparking up a cigarette.
"Please," she inhaled. "Call me Fifi."
He watched as she blew the smoke out of her mouth, looking back over to you in the living room.
"She wouldn't shut up about you after you two met."
Flip thanked God she was still looking into the living room. He could have sworn he felt himself blushing. He chuckled to himself, looking over to you again.
Evan was now sitting on your lap as you two watched whatever was on the TV. He was still fidgeting with the badge in his hands.
"I don't think I did either." Flip looked down at his feet smiling.
"I wish her dad could see her like this..." Fatima caught his attention again as he looked over to her. Flip remembered the first time he took you to the diner. The nurses that took care of your dad was the reason you decided to be one.
Flip watched as she took a second to herself before clearing her throat. She gestured towards the carving set.
"Mark usually does it, but if you're okay with it..." She trailed off, taking another puff of her cigarette.
It wasn't long until everyone was sitting at the dinner table. Fifi was listing things she was thankful for, including that Flip could join them this year. They all lifted their glasses to cheers, including Evan with his soda.
"Cheers, kiddo." You tapped his can with your glass of wine which made Flip smile. You were so cute.
"So Flip... Is that short for something?" Mark was putting food on Evan's plate as he looked over to Flip.
"Phillip." Flip took a sip of his beer as his attention was stolen by you taking his plate. You made sure to put every food on his plate before setting it back down in front of him. Flip placed his hand on your thigh as you did the same with your own plate.
"I always wanted to be a detective when I was little," Mark smiled to himself as he started cutting up the turkey into bite-sized portions for Evan.
"Then I grew up to become a geologist... Go figure." Mark laughed at himself as he set Evan's plate down.
"That means he looks at rocks, Flip!" Evan was excited as he set Flip's badge down next to his drink, stuffing turkey into his mouth.
Flip and you laughed along with Mark as everyone started eating. In all honesty, Flip was more nervous to meet your brother. He figured he was safe since he was initiating conversation.
There wasn't an awkward moment over dinner, thank God. Everyone was mostly catching up since they haven't seen each other in a while. Flip sat back and watched as you interacted with your family. It made him happy to see you happy.
When everyone was done eating, Flip was ordered to hand over his phone to Fifi. His face twisted with confusion as he followed her commands.
"Smile."
Flip chuckled as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.
"Really, mom?" You laughed as you leaned into his chest.
"What?! You two need pictures together!" Fifi held up the phone. "Now, smile."
Fifi snapped a few before handing his phone back. You were still leaning against his chest as he shoved his phone back into his pocket.
"Mark and I will clean up, go relax before dessert."
Flip's attention was stolen by you grabbing his hand, once again tugging him along. He squinted through the darkness walking past the kitchen and living room. He looked around as he noticed you were taking him upstairs.
"Where are we going?" Flip questioned. He bit down on his lip when you turned around and put your finger over your mouth, shushing him. He smirked up at you as you continued to lead the way.
When you made it to the top of the steps, you walked down a long hall. He looked around at the walls. Most of the pictures were of you and Mark growing up. There were quite a few of a man that he hadn't met tonight. He tugged on your hand, stopping you in your tracks. Flip took a step closer to get a better look at the photo.
"That's my dad." Your voice was low as you stepped next to him.
"This is me and him on vacation when I was little." Flip followed your finger to another photo.
"You were a cute kid." Flip smiled over to you. You were distracted looking at the picture of your dad hanging on the wall in front of you.
"Now look at you." Flip wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
"Still cute?" you looked over to him batting your eyelashes. You turned your body to turn towards him, twirling your fingers in his hair.
"I'm afraid so." Flip chuckled as he felt chills shoot down his body as you continued to play with his hair.
You playfully rolled your eyes, taking a step back. You didn't take another one until he stepped forward, leading you to one of the bedrooms at the end of the hall. It wasn't until you walked past the threshold to get out of his hold. Flip looked around the room as you shut the door behind him.
"Is this-"
"My old room." You interrupted him. He smiled to himself as he noticed all the books on your shelf. He then looked over to the desk next to the window. He could imagine you sitting there and studying for a big test.
"I think this is the first time a boy has been in my room." You playfully gasped while sitting on your old bed.
Flip couldn't help the smile on his face. You were fidgeting with the hem of your dress as you looked up at him.
"Is that right?" Flip took a few steps before sitting on the bed next to you. He watched as you nodded your head, scooting closer to him.
"Well," Flip took a quick breath in as he traced his finger up your thigh, lifting your dress up slowly. "I think we should celebrate, don't you think?" He watched as goosebumps formed on your skin.
"Hm." you hummed in agreement.
He dragged his finger farther, revealing you in your panties. He hummed to himself, already feeling the pressure in his jeans start.
"So, you never had that fear of being walked in on before?" Flip leaned in, leaving soft kisses up and down your neck. His fingers peeled back your panties as he slid his hand in, stretching out the material. He stroked his fingers, already feeling your juices spill out from your folds.
You gently shook your head with your mouth open, anticipating the pleasure he was going to bring you from his fingers.
"Of getting caught?" Flip whispered against your skin. He could feel you shiver next to him as he spoke.
"N-No." You stuttered. Flip lifted his head, watching as your eyes grew heavy. He peeled your folds apart, shoving in two fingers into your entrance. Flip bit down on his lip as he felt your ridges already contracting around him. You were so eager for him.
"Never felt this good in your own bed?" Flip swallowed the knot in his throat when you spread your legs wider, giving him more access to him.
"Fuck." He mumbled under his breath. He watched as you shook your head. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on your taste.
The only dessert he needed.
When he yanked his fingers out, he stood up over you.
"Lay down, baby." He tilted his head, watching as you scooted yourself back, laying down. Flip grunted at the sight. He leaned forward, snaking his hands under your dress. He watched as you shut your eyes when his fingers grasped at your panties. He was slow to bring it down your legs, noticing the added weight to it. He knew you were wet for him... waiting for him.
He was quick to throw them to the ground as he hovered over you. He bent his head down, licking your lips to open. A soft moan left your mouth as he shoved his tongue in, kissing you sloppily.
Flip heard another moan leave your lips, buzzing around his. He felt your hands lift up his shirt to unbutton his jeans.
Flip broke the kiss, looking down at you. You bit down on your lip, desperate to set him free. You couldn't hold back the smile that spread across your face when you succeed at your task. You were quick to tug at his pants, freeing his length to hit against your thigh.
"We have to hurry..." Flip lifted your dress to your waist, fully exposing you.
"Before someone walks in." You finished his sentence as his hand was now on his dick, pumping back and forth. He could feel his pre-cum in his hands as he worked on himself. He took a sharp inhale as he led himself to your entrance.
"Shit." He mumbled under his breath. His eyes shut, with the amount of pleasure he was getting. He slowly sunk himself into you, stretching you out around him. You moaned as your hands were lost in his hair. You pulled his hair with each slow thrust he took. He loved teasing you like this.
"I love you," you squeezed your eyes shut as his hips gained speed.
"I love you, baby." You moaned again when he leaned his head down, kissing your neck again.
"F-Fuck, I love you, baby." He moaned back. He moved one of his hands to your leg, lifting it up. You moaned a little louder as he rubbed against your g-spot. He could feel your walls tighten around him as he snapped his hips faster.
"I wish I could keep you in here all night, baby," Flip grunted when you wrapped your leg around him, holding him close to you. His hand then moved to your throat, wrapping his fingers tightly. He picked his head up, watching as you moved up and down the mattress with his thrusts.
Your mouth hung open, silently screaming with pleasure. One of your hands snaked in between your bodies, rubbing at your clit. He could tell you found the perfect spot as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
"Fuck, baby. You're so hot." Flip mumbled under his breath. He released the grip on your throat, causing your chest to heave, catching your breath. Your body twitched with each movement of your fingers, circling around on your clit.
Flip had to hold his hand over your mouth when you moaned loudly.
"Shhh..." He leaned his head in closer to yours. He slowly released his hand, pressing his lips against yours.
Flip felt like a hypocrite as he loudly moaned against your lips. His tongue grazed your lips as he snapped his hips harder against you.
It didn't take long for you to break the kiss, catching your breath. He leaned his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. His eyes were heavy, but he didn't want to close them. He wanted to watch you unravel under him.
"Flip..." You moaned quietly. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him against your chest.
"I love you..." Flip couldn't handle it anymore. He shut his eyes as he moaned this over and over. You were happy with him. You loved him. That's all that mattered.
"Baby... I-I'm close." He stuttered. He snapped his hips harder, leaning his head down again. He bit down on your shoulder, letting the material of your dress fill his mouth. He had to do something to suppress his moans.
"Cum for me, baby." You moaned quietly again, tangling your fingers in his hair.
Flip bit down harder on your shoulder as his hips started to stutter. He could feel your walls spasm around him. He pumped his hips a few more times until he felt his cum unload into you. He felt your legs start to tremble as your fingers came to a stop on your clit.
He had his eyes closed until you guided his head off your shoulder. He slowly opened his eyes as he looked at you under him. You petted his hair back, smiling up at him.
"I love you." You whispered as you unwrapped your leg from his waist.
"I love you too," Flip leaned his head back down, kissing you all over your face. You giggled at him, pulling him closer to you.
"So fucking much." Flip planted his lips on yours, kissing you gently. You hummed against his lips, twirling his hair in your fingers. Flip pulled away from the kiss, looking over to the side table.
"We should go back down." He chuckled as he looked over to the clock. He slipped out of you, standing up. He adjusted himself into his jeans, watching as you grabbed your panties. You walked over to the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom.
It wasn't long until you and Flip were at the door, saying goodbye to your family.
"I hope to have you on Christmas too, Flip." Fifi had her arms around him again, pulling him into a hug.
"I wouldn't miss it." Flip smiled down at her when she stood up straighter. He watched as she looked over to you, pulling you into a hug.
"Hey, it was nice to see you, man. Thank you for letting Evan use your badge." Mark shook his hand before handing over his badge. Evan was sleeping his Mark's arms after he tired himself from playing detective all night.
Flip smiled over to Mark, stuffing his badge into his back pocket.
"It's no problem." Flip replied.
"We'll see you for Christmas," Mark told you now, giving you a side hug.
"Bye."
"Bye."
Flip grabbed your hand, walking you back to his truck. He opened the passenger door for you, guiding you in.
He was quick to get into the driver's seat, starting the ignition. You didn't say anything until he was back on the freeway.
"Wasn't that bad, was it?" It was too dark to tell, but he knew you were smiling over to him. You scooted over to him, leaning against his chest.
"Nope." Flip smiled, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
You hummed along to the Christmas music already starting on the radio.
"Christmas is my favorite holiday, you know." You tilted your head, looking up at him.
"Is that right?" Flip leaned over, planting a quick peck on your lips before looking back onto the road.
"Hm." You agreed. "I go all out for Christmas." He could hear another smile with your words.
"What does that mean?" Flip chuckled, almost scared.
"With decorations, dummy." You snuggled up against him more.
"What about you?" You continued to hum along to the radio.
"I don't really do anything for the holidays, but you knew that." Flip cleared his throat.
"My parents were big on Hanukkah," He tightened his grip on your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.
"I haven't really celebrated since they died." Flip could feel your head move, looking over to you.
"Do you want to celebrate it?" you questioned.
"I wish I could." Flip took a deep breath. "It's kinda hard celebrating on your own."
"I'm sorry, baby."
Flip shook his head, looking over to you for a second. The passing lights showed him that you were still looking at him. He chuckled, kissing your forehead again.
"It's okay, baby. Come back." He nudged your shoulder a little with his hand, causing you to lay your head back against him.
"I had fun today." Flip smiled to himself again. He rested his head against the headrest, thinking over today.
"Thank you for bringing me," Flip whispered. He let the Christmas music fill his ears.
He continued to drive as his mind wandered, imagining Christmas morning with you.
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