The door slammed open as he walked in dripping with blood… “Don’t ask…” He groaned

He sat down on the couch as you scolded him for being so reckless but he just grumbled and took of his shirt. His chest was muscular yet full of scars. He pulled you on his lap

“Fuck…” he groaned and his grip tightened when you put cream on his wound he buried his face in your chest

“This shouldn’t hurt-?” You replied

“That’s not the problem…it’s you…” He groaned again as he looked aroused?