August Walker smut

August clocked you as soon as you walked in the club. The only woman in a group of drunken stumbling boys. You stood out not just because you were the lone female, everything about you was different. From the genuine smile you wore to clean face you sported, bereft of the heavy makeup that adorned the faces around you. The boys in designer jeans artful rips and purposeful tears in an attempt to make it seem as if they hadn’t paid 300$ for them, were a stark contrast to your simple dress. It wasn’t designer nor Vintage but you looked beautiful.

At first August thought you were a group of dumb tourist going to Palais de la Mort for its dangerous reputation. Most came for the cheap thrill so they could go back to their safe little lives saying they had a brush with death. He was about to dismiss your group as inconsequential when he spotted Franco Davian. He knew there was no way his father hadn’t warned him about coming here. August shook his head then nodded towards Nate. He had a feeling he’d be soon dealing with little Franco. August looked at you again wondering why someone like you was with the likes Franco Davian. You looked to sweet to innocent for the Palace of Death. While August was mostly reformed that didn’t mean that there weren’t accidents. He was a business man after all and business could get messy. He watched your group ready to take care of little Franco should the need arise. The boys drank and threw money and insults around like herpes on a two dollar whore. You danced away from your group swaying gently to the music. The dress you wear swishing like a bell as you moved. He watched the group from the shadows not just because he knew he’d be dealing with them sooner or later but because he couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way you smiled sheepishly at the waitress when the boys knocked into her or how you sweet talked Nate into not throwing them out after the first fight. That was really something because you had hired Nate because he was a hard ass immune to the various charms of women, except you apparently. He smiled a bit then frowned when he felt the pull of scarred skin of the left side of his face. He should be grateful Hunt had let him live, given him a second chance but sometimes he wished he had died on that mountain that he hadn’t taken Ethan's offered hand and went down with his ship…or helicopter as it were.

August was broken from his musings by shouts . He didn’t have to look up to see it had come from your group. The big blonde who seemed to be your boyfriend had pulled the waitresses Amelie down into his lap refusing to let her off despite your pleading. August strode toward you his steps determined his lips pressed into hard lines and if he made sure to turn the burned side toward the light we’ll a little intimidation would only serve his cause.

“Dear Franco, I’d have thought your father would have warned you to stay away from my club. After what happened to him and his men the last time they crossed my path…well one would think he would have learned his lesson"

He snarled baring his teeth the expression pulling the nightmare that was his face into an even more grotesque picture.

“ We are so sorry Mr. Walker, we were just leaving isn’t that right Franco, John?” you spoke up pulling the waitress free of your idiot boyfriend and apologizing softly.

“No fuck that Freddy Kruger can just go blow himself. I’m not done we were just having a bit of fun. Girl like that, it’s not like she wasn’t asking for it.”

You immediately bury your face in your hands. Why had you ever agreed to go out with John! Sure it pissed off Franco but he was nearly as big an idiot. Now he was going to get you killed! Everyone knew you didn’t mess around in the Palais de la Mort. It wasn’t called the Palace of Death for no reason. August Walker ran the club with an iron fist. As long as you didn’t mess around you were safe but starting shit in Walkers home was a death sentence. Not only had your dumbass boyfriend started shit he insulted Walker to his face. The man was a giant easily towering over John and his friends. He was also nearly as wide as he was tall. Here was a man a real man virile and dangerous . He moved like a predator his muscles rippled and you were scared and excited something about his face drew you in. The heat of his eyes burning a trail down your body and you squeezed your thighs together desperately trying to stop your juices from running down your legs. Dear God one look and you were soaked. Maybe you could get John and the boys out alive, you really needed relief. He was an idiot and you already decided to break up with him but first you were going to ride his dick until it broke. As if sensing your thoughts August sent a smirk your way and you couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped your lips.

August walked over to the little woman and grimaced hearing her gasp. She was afraid of him they all were, he was a monster after all. What would a sweet little lady like that want with him you would rather be with John Lane and his pretty face even if he was an idiot with a death wish. Who couldn’t keep it in his pants to save his life. He would have Nate take care of him and his friends and well August would take care of the little lady. He wouldn’t hurt you he didn’t do that anymore but he’d make damn sure you’d never show up at his club again. You could take your sweet smile and pitying eyes and leave.

Nate grabbed Franco by the back of his designer shirt and hauled him bodily out the door. His loud protest were lost in the cacophony of noise the music generated. August waited till he was sure Nate had it handled before turning to the little lady. Who was inching her way towards to exit.

“What’s your name?” his voice was harsh demanding his hand snaked out grabbing your arm stopping you from leaving his domain.

“y/n” it was just a whisper but August heard. It suited you he thought with a twitch of his lips.

He pulled you towards him your lush body fitting in the curve of his perfectly, curls resting on his shoulders tickling him. He snarled at you again furious that you would bring back old pains with your fear. Your body trembled against his and he growled. He half dragged you to his office slamming the door after pushing you roughly against the desk. Regretting it when you made a little noise and looked at him wide brown eyes reminding him of a doe he had once killed.

“Why are you in my club y/n?” his voice was raspy and his body hulked above you making you feel tiny. “Thought you and your boys have a bit of fun come to see the monster of LA Mort is that it y/n? Did you come to see a monster?"

He never raised his voice but you were shaking. He seemed so angry and you wondered if he was mad that you had managed to convinced that first guy not to throw them out. You hoped he didn’t get into any trouble. You were so busy fretting about getting the guard in trouble you weren’t paying attention to August.

“What’s got you so distracted y/n? Are you scared? You should be, pretty little thing like you all alone in the lair of the monster of La Mort.”

August watched as your hands bunched in the fabric of your dress revealing a bit of smooth thigh to his perusal. His gut clenched at the nervous gesture. It had been too long since he’d had a woman. He had taken his ability to attract the opposite sex for granted Ethan Hunt had cured him of that. His gruesome face scared away all but the most determined gold diggers. He glared at you again hating that you had reminded him of what he could never have.

“He’s not going to get into trouble is he?” your voice was small but clear and startled August from his spiraling thoughts.

“Worried about your boyfriend y/n?” He shoved you with each word till your ass landed atop his desk. You briefly wondered if you should try to climb over and use the desk as a barrier. You hoped that the poor guard made it away unscathed. You couldn’t let an innocent man get hurt because Franco and John were douche bags. You waved away his words with a little glare of your own.

“No! The guard Nick?” shaking your head you tried again “Frank, Dick? Whatever his name is. He was trying to get us out of your club. I convinced him not to so he shouldn’t be punished for being nice.”

“You’re worried about Nate? I’m not sure if you’re serious or not y/n. My men could be killing your boyfriend as we speak and your worried about Nate getting into trouble.”

You waved away his words “First ex boyfriend as soon as I can get around to breaking up with him. Unless you did have him killed that would save me an awkward conversation.” The hope in your eyes at that thought threw him.

“Just who are you y/n?”

“No one.”

“Why are in my club y/n.

“ I like to dance.”

August barked out a laugh. He couldn’t help it. Everything about you was a contradiction. Innocent face with furious eyes. Your care for Nate who you had just met and you apathy towards the death of your lover.

“Who the fuck are you? Why are you here y/n? “ something wasn’t right. You were all wrong beautiful women didn’t come to his club to dance. They came for the danger to get a glimpse of the monster. You were wrong lying, you must have been. Perhaps you thought to save your boyfriend a virgin sacrifice to the beast.

He was breathing hard, he brought his face down to yours holding her chin in a bruising grip his body between your open legs that spread without protest to accommodate his width.

“Is this what you wanted to see little dove. Freddy Kruger that what your boy toy called me right? Well he’s right I’m the monster that hides in the shadows eats little girls like you. Look at me!” August was losing control he knew he was he could feel the darkness ready to swallow him. He needed to get y/n out of here before it was to late. He was hard his dick throbbed and he wanted to take you make you beg for him then throw you naked and unfulfilled to club. August wanted y/n to hurt to be humiliated like he was every time he looked in the mirror. He roared at the tears that slipped down your face. August made to move when he felt a gentle touch on his face.

“Who did this ?” y/n asked your voice fierce while little hands caressed the twisted skin of his face.

“Why are you going to get him little dove?” August laughed harshly his breath expelling in a huff.

“ You mean the bastards still alive?”

“ You’re ’re serious aren’t you? Really are mad that someone scarred me but why?"

“They look like they would have hurt. I’ve burned myself cooking enough times and I know how much it hurts but this…” here her hand slid to cup his jaw and August leaned into the touch. “This was cruel!”

“ I deserved it dove, every scar and more. I was a bad man cruel and mean. I’m lucky he let me live.”

You continued to explore his face, hands gliding just as easily over the scarred half of his face as his unscathed half. He really was beautiful. The scars that he seemed to hate so much not doing nearly enough to mar his handsome face. His eyes were blue and you wondered how many people got close enough to see the sapphire or were they to distracted by his scars to see the rest. Suddenly you were angry. How many people couldn’t look past a few scars to see the man beneath. The one who obviously hid his pain behind a snarl. You brushed a pinky over his full bottom lip and gasped again.

August was undone by the gentle touch of your hands. He pulled away leaving room for your escape

“ I’m not going to hurt you little dove. You don’t have to be scared of me. You can go, just be careful John Lane and his crew are bad business I’d hate to see you caught in the crossfires y/n. ”

“I’m not a little bird and I’ll be just fine. Besides I already decided to break it off with John and I’m not scared of you Mr. Walker. I’ve met bad men before and maybe at one time you were one but you’re not anymore.”

“what are you basing your hypothesis on little dove?”

Rolling your eyes at the nickname you sighed, even while squelching down the part of you that liked it. Liked the way the nickname fell from his lips at times a curse at others almost a prayer.

“I know monsters and they rarely warn you.” You looked away from his intense gaze and the flash of fear that rolled through your eyes had him clenching his fist. Who were you and more importantly who had hurt you. His fingers were gentler when they grasped your chin forcing you to look in his eyes. You briefly wondered if it was possible to drown in someone.

“Who hurt you little dove?”

“It doesn’t matter. I told you I’m not afraid I’ve faced worse than you. My scars are just as deep if better hidden.”

“Why won’t you look at me? Why did you gasp when you first saw my face?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from you hysterical and uncontrolled. You were trying so hard to keep from humping his leg like a Chihuahua and he had thought you were scared.

August scowled at the giggling mess that pooled on his desk. Your dark curls had come undone from the complicated style and the white dress glowed in the dim light of his office. The skirt had come up in their struggle scrunched around creamy thighs and he could feel himself growing harder. He ran one hand over his bulging cock hissing at the contact. He had tried so hard to rebuild his life after the crash testifying against Lane and the apostles buying the club where he had first started to change his heart and this small woman had come into his club and broke every wall that he had constructed to keep the old August at bay. Your laughter shook your body and tears ran down your cheeks. So you never noticed when August pulled his aching cock free of his pants. This last act would ruin him eat at the last good in his soul but he couldn’t turn back. You infuriated him with your easy laughter and soft eyes.

Gripping your thigh he shoved the dress higher around your waist and pulled you towards him. Thick cock burning you only the thin white panties separating them.

“ Not laughing at me now are you little dove. You say you know monsters. You don’t know anything y/n you’re laid out before the devil himself a virgin sacrifice that I plan on taking. Where’s your laughter now dove.”

You giggled and he tugged you harder grinding against your heated core his indigo eyes going wide in surprise when he felt the sticky wetness of your cunt.

“ I gasped because I wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you, because you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

August stopped stroking his cock. His eye’s wide mouth agape and you decided to take the chances scooting forward on the desk till his thick cock brushed against your lower lips. You couldn’t help the little moan that escape at the contact and you cursed yourself for your reaction. Half an inch more and you would be on the most magnificent dick you’ve ever seen.

He stopped and you wanted to whine in protest. Perhaps it was you who had the death wish. No one touched Walker without his say so. What would the man want with someone like you. What happened when his hands went higher. Uncovered your own scars. August Walker was no John Lane you’d never be able to hide the marks with feigned modesty or artfully placed lingerie. August struck you as a man who needed to see all. Though you supposed surprises weren’t really welcome in his line of work. You looked down ashamed you tried to take advantage of him. He wouldn’t want you if he knew probably didn’t want you now.

August watched the emotions play over your face. Anger, fear, loss, shame and then heartbreaking doubt.

“There now little dove, nothing should make a beautiful woman like you sad.” Gentle thumbs brushed away tears you didn’t know had fallen.

“I’m sorry I tried to take advantage of you.” Your voice was small with shame and you looked down unable to take your eyes from still hard cock.

Of all the things he thought you might say that had never crossed his mind.

“ y/n I brought you into my office with the intent of scaring you. Shoved you around like a madman and you’re apologizing to me?”

“You’re not as scary as you think Walker.”

“August y/n we’ve nearly fucked on the desk you can call me August.” His words brought a smile to your face and you whispered his name

“August” trying it out liking how it rolled off your tongue before ending a harsh t that was as pleasing to hear as it was to say. “August “

He didn’t waste a second, fingers itching to touch your sweet little cunt still dripping on his desk. He imagined he would still smell you weeks from now.

He groaned at the how wet you were. Thick thighs coated with your juices and August lost what control he had. It was precious little to start with. From the moment you had come to the club he had been hard with want. He shuddered at the squelching sound your pussy made as his fingers plunged in and out of your tight cunt. You clenched around his fingers body shaking with your release. You fell back against the desk papers crunching under your weight and you shuddered with the after effects of the best orgasm of your life.

You lay blissed out a dazed smile on your face until you felt rough hands unzipping your dress.

“No August please.” You tried ineffectively to push his hands away. Surprised he had found the little zipper on the side of your dress. August kissed away your protest, just a touch of lips almost hesitant which was crazy after what he just did to you. You deepened the kiss pushing your tongue in his mouth enjoying controlling this man even for a moment. His hands slid up your sides and you continued to kiss him deep and hard followed by a gentle brush of lips over the puckered skin on the left side of his face . He moaned and rutted his hips into you. His thick cock sliding against your sopping folds his head brushing your still sensitive clit. You bit down on his shoulder at the touch.

You were lost in a haze of sensation the slide of his dick puddle of your slick beneath your thighs and ass, his tongue thrusting in and out fucking your mouth obscenely. August ran his hand over creamy flesh his balls tightening and he thrust through your lips harder. He was so close so fucking close to the nirvana of your sopping pussy. He wanted to just slide just a bit forward plunging into you but he waited wanting y/n to beg him. Thick fingers slid between your bodies brushing your clit.

“August, August, August” You chanted his name like a prayer. If he continued you’d gladly make him your God and worship at his feet. This man had made you feel more in the hour that you’ve known him than any lover you ever has.

You felt the bulbous tip of him slide through your folds, coating himself in your arousal. “August” you gasped out his name as he pushed into you achingly slow, stretching you. Your eyes closed as you groaned at the intrusion. You were so full so fucking full and he wasn’t fully sheathed. August continued to push in inch by agonizing inch and you thought you might die. The stretch turned to a painful burn and you held your breath.

“That’s it y/n my sweet little dove take all of me such a good girl. So fucking tight for me. Grip me so good sweet girl.” August murmured endearments into your neck still slowly filling you and you swore you could see a bulge in your belly.

That was the last thought in your mind, because he pulled out and then slammed into you and every thought fled. You could only feel words eluded you and you made little mews of pleasure. Your little body shaking with the invasion. You could feel the veins on his cock as he drove it deeper and deeper into your cunt.

“August, please.” You didn’t know if you were asking him to stop or go faster it didn’t matter because he took it as encouragement and gripped your hips in a bruising grip slamming into you over and over. He captured your lips in a hard kiss tongues battling teeth smashing it was hard and hot and when his thumb circled your clit you screamed loud and long and incoherent in your ecstasy . He followed you with a last thrust roaring his release. His heavy body fell on your crushing you under his weight.

They lay oh his desk before he shifted and pulled you on his chest. Your fingers threading lazily through the dark hair that was sprinkled there. How you wanted more time with him. Time to explore the muscled body beneath you to get to know the man behind the reputation.

“Can I stay with you always?” sitting up abruptly you clapped your hand against your mouth eyes stinging with tears. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“y/n look at me little dove. You don’t want to stay here with a grizzled old man like me. Don’t you want to go back to your life?”

August may be a club owner now but he had trained to be an agent with the CIA for years. He knew how to read people and your words though unbelievable were honest. You really wanted to stay with him. He didn’t know how to deal with that so he sat up pulling his clothes on and handing you your ripped dress. He’d have to replace that, didn’t remember ripping it. August turned to give You a sheepish smile and offer to replace your clothes when he spotted your face. You looked at the ruined dress in horror trying desperately to use the remains to cover yourself. He was about to make a joke about being to late for modesty when he spotted the edges of raised flesh under your ribs.

“What happened little dove?” August reached towards the fabric pulling it from your body before hissing in anger. Just under your ribs were the letters FD carved in big ugly lines. The scars were deep and jagged and he knew they weren’t done at once but over and over.

“Did Franco do that to you.” His words were low tone calm.

“it doesn’t matter, I should go thank you for being so kind, I had a wonderful night.” You managed to pull your dress from his loosened grasp and were doing a complicated looking knot that seemed to hold it together pretty well if a bit shorter than it was originally. Thinking about it for half a second before saying fuck it , you place a chaste kiss on his mouth. Your hand ghosting the scarred half of his face. You’d really miss him. Knew that you would hold the memory of this evening close to pull out and look at when things got rough.

August was furious his control barely hanging on. He wanted to go skin little Franco alive for daring to put his hands on you. He was thinking of creative ways to murder the little shit when y/n placed a soft kiss on his lips. He was shocked out of his anger by the gentle touch and couldn’t help but lean into your small hand. No one had touched him so gently in years long before his face was scarred to Hell. People stopped seeing anything in him that needed softness.

August was back on that cliff for a moment two choices fall down with his convictions or take the offered hand. He pressed your hand firmly to his cheek and made his choice. His other hand texting Nate.

“Y/n aren’t you with Lane? Why is Franco touching you?”

You looked down ashamed but August still held your hand to his face and you couldn’t escape the coming conversations no matter how much you wanted to.

“ My dad worked for Franco’s when he died Mr. Davian took me in I was 15. I thought stupidly that he was being nice. I didn’t know I was a gift for Franco. Living there it’s hell, I ran away once. They found me and that’s when Franco started this.” You gestured towards your abdomen where his initials were carved into your skin.

“ When I become to obstinate or he’s interested in someone else I’m allowed to date other people. Only from his circle of friends and only with the understanding that I belong to Franco. John’s shelf life was running out. He was getting to close developing feelings. Franco couldn’t let it continue. That’s why we came here to get John drunk and interested in someone else. I was supposed to break up with John today. I planned on fucking him first. Franco would be pissed. He’ll punish me for it later but at least I would have the memory of decent sex to taunt him with.” You laugh a little hollow sound.

“Big bad Franco has a little problem in that area. He hates the thought of anyone giving me more than him the two pump chump a spaghetti noodle could give me more than him. It’s petty but these little victories are all I have. He won’t let me go again. Not after tonight won’t believe that nothing happened.”

“ you wouldn’t tell him?” August asked curious.

“ That one look at you had me more wet than he’s ever managed in 7 years or that you fucked my brains out on your desk no. I won’t say anything tonight was for me and he won’t take it away. I won’t let his jealousy taint the best night of my life. Besides he hates you for what you did to his father, he’d kill me if he knew .” You shrugged as if discussing your death was no different than asking about the weather.

“y/n you’re not going back to Franco ever. I can help you escape get a new identity get you away from here or you could stay here with me.” He let the words hang in the air and his breath caught when you gave him a hopeful look.

“You’d let me stay with you? I could get a job or work here and I’d take care of you. I could love you if you’d let me.” Your voice trailed off in a whisper.

August heard you though, and his body still he turned his scars to the light.

“ You could love this little dove?”

“Yes.” This time your voice was clear the sincerity ringing through.

“ I would be so good to you. We could be happy. I promise I’ll try not to be to much trouble.”

August didn’t say anything but he grabbed your hand dragging you towards a door you hadn’t noticed. You went up a flight of stairs and stopped at another door where he scanned his finger print before it opened to an expansive living room. You stayed behind him for minute until you spotted the massive kitchen you ran to it. Gapping at the double Dutch ovens and beautiful granite island. Running your fingers along the counter top you imagine all the beautiful meals you could make with a kitchen like this. August’s deep laugh pull you from inspecting the pots stacked neatly in the cabinets and you turned to him with a blush

“sorry I get carried away.”

“do you like cooking y/n?”

“Oh yes, my mom passed when I was 4 so I took over cooking duties as soon as I could reach the stove.. I watched all the cooking shows and brought every cookbook I could get my hands on.”

You looked around with a frown. The place was beautiful right out of a magazine but it didn’t look lived in.

“you do have cable here right?” you asked voice suspicious.

“ Yes of course now come along y/n let’s get to bed and we can take care of Franco in the morning.”

“ So I can stay?”

“Yes, you ca…” his words were cut off with your squeal and you launched yourself at him. Luckily he was huge and a trained assassin because he didn’t even budge catching your body and carrying you to the room.

With a soft kiss August pulled you towards him. His big body spooning your smaller one.

“Sleep” He told you voice gruff.

“Night August” You mumbled before drifting off to sleep feeling safe and content for the first time in years.

August watched you sleep for a long time. Fascinated by the rise and fall of your chest as you slept a small smile on your face. He smiled a bit when you shifted closer arms seeking his warmth. It was hours later that he finally succumbed to sirens call to sleep.

You woke early, you always did needed to be showered and dressed before anyone could see your scars but August had seen and hadn’t recoiled maybe his own scars made it easier to bare yours. You watched him sleep his face relaxed and he hugged the pillow you were just sleeping on. He looked boyish in his slumber. Had it been only a day since you first laid eyes on August Walker. You couldn’t be in love with him so soon, could you? Sure he literally fucked you stupid but it was more than that. It was the indulgent smile he gave you as you explored the kitchen the way he leaned into your touch. You kissed his cheek smiling at the soft smile he had.

Maybe you could change that little smile to something else. You shrugged out of his shirt and crawled down the bed inching the sheet from his body. Careful not to wake him just yet.

August was a light sleeper always had been and the second y/n had scooted from the bed he had been awake. Eyes lidded he watched as you made yourself at home, picking up his discarded shirt to wear even using his toothbrush. He nearly laughed aloud watching you peek through his cabinet smelling everything before sprinkling his after shave on the shirt before taking a big whiff. You were like a curious kitten rooting through his things. He closed his eyes when you crawled back in bed smiling a bit at the kiss you placed on his scarred cheek. He nearly sat up when you pulled the sheet from him before you put your lips around him. It took every ounce of training he had to stay still when took him deeper into you. When your little hand cupped his balls while swirling your tongue up his length he sat up with a curse hands going into your hair urging deeper faster. You groaned as the tip pushed against the back of your throat. You gagged on him but kept going determined to give him the same pleasure he had given you. He pulled your head further and further down till you were choking on him spit coming out the seems of your lips but you kept on. Pausing only to maneuver your body over his thigh. Rubbing your aching pussy along his muscled leg in time to his thrust into your mouth fucking his leg for all you were worth. The friction had you so close and one of his hands released your hair going between your legs to flick at your swollen clit and you fell over the edge moaning around his length. You came in a sticky mess soaking his leg and the sheets beneath. He followed you seconds later sending thick streams of cum down your throat and you tried to swallow it all but it was to much and seeped from your mouth.

“That’s the prettiest thing I ever seen little dove. Sitting at the end of my bed my cum seeping from that little mouth of yours drenched in your own juices.” August couldn’t help the kiss he gave you tasting himself on your tongue.

“let’s take a shower dove. Nate will be here soon with you stuff. I’ll let him know to get you your own toothbrush.” He told you with a smirk.

You stuck your tongue at him “ you had your tongue down my throat I think we can share a toothbrush. You have all my germs now it’s to late.” August laughed at your logic and kissed you again he couldn’t seem to help himself.

“ I don’t have all your germs quite yet.” The look in his eyes was predatory as he yanked you by your ankle before he dived into your juicy cunt. He lapped the sticky juice that coated your body. You were a mess ass and thighs absolutely coated with your slick.

“Such a good girl y/n, so wet for me still so tight.” He shoved two thick fingers in her and then curled them upwards touching something that had you going incoherent. He pulled out his fingers sucking them clean.

“ taste so good little dove. Could live here between your legs.” He lapped at you while his fingers circled your swollen bud. Your legs closed around his ears holding him to you and he chuckled against your core his laughter vibrating through you and you whimpered hips grinding against his tongue. You were so gone you almost didn’t feel his fingers spreading your puckered hole before slipping inside. You cried out in pained pleasure before sobbing his name hips arched off the bed legs shaking breath harsh you opened one eye to peak at his slick covered face and he smirked at you from between your legs.

“ now you can use my toothbrush dove.”

Sometimes I feel so alone. Stuck In this house no one to talk to