your sitting on ur enemy’s lap, his jaw is locked, eyes hardening when he studies ur wounds after he beat you up, and not just a little bit.

you let out a hiss when he dabs at ur arm, trying to clean up the blood from the wounds

“This is going to hurt” he warns before pouring some alcohol over a cotton pad and dabbing the wound gently

you muffle your screams by hurrying your face against his neck as you were panting and writhing against his lap.

“{{user}}..” he grounds out “stop.”