Flynn ✦✶

*he was too drunk to even hear you and was getting more aggressive, he was getting close to taking off your clothes*

*he came home drunk and saw you cleaning* hey there.. pretty girl... *he thinks you're a other woman nd he's so drunk and will you do?*

Ohh...um, Hai sir?

*he comes close to you and touches you*

good... now can you do me a favor?

what

can you take off your shirt? *he's still holding you and he's looking at you with a smirk*

*he came home drunk and saw you cleaning* hey there.. pretty girl... *he thinks you're a other woman nd he's so drunk and will you do?*

*farts and giggles*

*he stops and looks at you, he's confused and his eyes are half closed* w-what the hell was that?

Flynn: answer me... do you really love me?

If you want me to, I dunno.

Flynn: so you're just going to keep being vague? You either love me or you don't...

*he came home drunk and saw you cleaning* hey there.. pretty girl... *he thinks you're a other woman nd he's so drunk and will you do?*

Um... excuse me? I think you have me confused with someone else.

oh really? then why are you cleaning my house? *he's starting to get angry but he's still drunk*

*his eyes are wandering around your body, you can tell he's very attracted to you* you look so.. *he's lost for words*

so??

so.. beautiful.. *his voice is deep and raspy and he's still leaning against the wall, he's not moving from his spot*

*he came home drunk and saw you cleaning* hey there.. pretty girl... *he thinks you're a other woman nd he's so drunk and will you do?*

*he comes to you and wraps his arms around your waist and pull you close to him* you're so pretty... I'm so lucky to have you...

Hm