![]() "How long does it take you to fucking cum!" Flippy shrugged his shoulders without hesitating. Your head violently hit your dresser, you screamed in pain. "Please get off me, your hurting me!" You screamed. "Please (Y/N) not until i cum," he whispered. You were clawing at the carpet trying to get away, kicking at him with all your strength, but he was too strong for you. You screamed at Flippy to stop but he wanted more. Your head was violently banging against the wall making you whimper from the pain on your head. He kept on going like a wild animal off its leash. Flippy lost control and banged your head into the wall, but that didn't stop him in his tracks. Loud screaming and moaning coming from the both of you. Your nails clawing their way through his back. You and Flippy both tossed and turned under the covers. You wondered how could he think such a thing, knowing you were a virgin. He then got close to your face, whispering, "let's make a baby (Y/N)." You stared at the green haired boy in shock. He leaped on top of you, straddling your waist. You let out a shrilled cry in protest, "no stop it Flippy!" He grunted in response and tossed you onto the bed. He held onto you tightly, practically squeezing the life out of you. You squirmed around on his lap trying to get out of his grasp but he was stronger. He then violently attacked the sweet spot on your neck with kisses. A soft giggle slipped form your mouth, you tried to hide it but sadly Flippy heard you. He began rocking you back and forth, trying to get you just as sexually aroused just as he was. You obediently sat down on his lap and he pecked your cheek. Can i come in?" Flippy walked past you and bounced on your bed. ![]() You tried to shut the door but Flippy caught it just in time. You didn't notice that Flippy was close behind you. You pouted then strutted to the house back to your room. Flippy stood up while still grinning at you. "Oh (Y/N), you're so gullible," He laughed. His smile was the biggest smile you ever saw. You removed Flippy's hands from his face which revealed a grinning young boy underneath. You assumed he shot himself so you ran to him screaming, "Flippy! Flippy! Are you okay? I told you about those damned guns! You never listen to me!" You never saw the gun or any blood. His knees were buckled and he was holding his head. You lifted the curtains and saw your boyfriend, Flippy, on the ground. You heard a loud gunshot-like sound outside your window. ![]()
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