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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, cleaning wounds, unprotected sex, fingering, passionate sex, light breeding kink, light oral (f), unedited sorry for any missed typos!

"What the hell happened to you!" The blood-stained and bruised man stands in your doorway.

You quickly pull him inside, shutting and locking the door behind you. Frank limps towards the bar stools in the kitchen. The first aid kit is still laid out on the counter from last night's patch-up.

A faint groan sneaks past his lips as Frank sits down, finally being able to take a full breath.

"Nothing for you to worry about; you just need a few band-aids." Frank moves his hand away from his waist, revealing the gash dripping with blood.

Quickly you gather your dish towels and all the paper towels you can. They were not ideal, but the hospital wasn't an option since you had to be discreet. You remove your sweatshirt, not wanting to dirty it or the sleeves to get in the way.

Laying the full-sized towels on the floor underneath to catch the dripping blood, you hand him the dish towels. Frank begins to hold the cloth against the gash. You prep the area by washing your hands and grabbing the gloves from your kit.

"Wanna tell me why you busted the stitches from yesterday?" You mutter, applying alcohol to the wound.

Frank curses underneath his breath before shrugging his shoulders.

"Maybe I wanted to see you again," You laugh sarcastically.

"That so?" Playing along, you clean around the wound with a large cotton swab.

"Yeah." Frank smiles as you look up at him before shaking your head.

There are times where you regret offering help to the limping man you saw walking home a few months ago. It landed you in risky situations, but you're thankful you did- or else you wouldn't have met him.

Dressing his wounds and cleaning off the blood is practice for when you're put on the trauma unit at the hospital- and you have a lot of practice.

"This isn't going to heal very pretty; it's gonna scare pretty bad." Concentrating, you mumble.

"It'll match the other ones." Frank winces as you begin to restitch the gash.

Frank watches at how intently you're working on the wound. He didn't mean to bust the stitches, but it wasn't his priority in the fight. He appreciates how patient you are with him, how much you care for him. It isn't very often he finds someone he can let his guard down with- or as much as he could let them.

"This one is done. Please try to let it heal before you get stabbed again?" Standing up, you reach for the washcloth and dunk it in the bowl of water.

Ringing out the access water, you press it to his forehead and cheek. Somehow you slipped between his legs. His hands fell to your waist like they were meant to be there. You don't say anything; you like how well they fit.

You could feel his eyes burning through you, watching your every move. Dragging it down to his lips and chin, you clean off the blood. Frank wants to lean forward but stops himself.

Looking down, your eyes catch each other. His mouth is fully cleaned, your eyes drop to his lips.

Frank pleaded with you in his head that you'd lean in-, but you didn't.

"I think it's better to clean the rest off in the bathroom." You clear your throat, pulling away from his body.

Frank swallows hard and nods.

Once in the bathroom, you start the shower. Frank walks in after you, stripped down to his briefs. His top half is caked in blood and dirt. Whatever he had come from, it wasn't good- and you didn't plan on asking about it.

Frank steps in with his briefs still on, knowing you'd need to help address the wounds on his back.

The room was silent, but you could cut the tension with a knife. The water hits his skin, and he winces once more. Soon the blood and dirt begin to disappear from his skin. The minor scratches and bruises start to show through. Nothing major, so you assume the blood he was wearing was someone else's.

Stepping inside the tub, you examine his back. When he turns around, your eyes meet once more. This time they don't leave/

The two of you give in to the tension, and the silent pleads.

His hands cup the sides of your face, and your fingers wrap around his wrists. Your lips meet each other, and you're pulled under the water.

You sneak your arms under his and around his neck, his arms loop under your legs- hoisting you up and pressing you against the shower wall. You're careful your legs don't hit the stitches.

Frank's palms slide up your shirt, lifting and removing it. Your bralette is soaked through, and you can see the outline of your pebbled nipples. Frank's lips drag from your jawline down your neck and onto your chest.

"Frank-" He pulls his lips off of you the moment his name leaves your lips.

"Are you sure about this?" You ask softly.

He nods. He had never been so sure about anything.

"I promise." He replies.

Nodding back, his lips found yours again.

Your front is resting just above his crotch, but you can feel his hard-on underneath you. An unexpected moan falls from Frank's lips once you start to grind against him. Frank holds you up from your thighs, carrying you out of the shower (not daring to break from your mouth to shut the water off).

Completely soaked, Frank drops you onto the bed. While he's taking off his briefs, you do other same and remove your shorts and underwear. He stares at you for a moment, taking in the sight of your bare lower half. The gaze breaks as he hears your bra drop off the side of the bed. His eyes travel to your breasts, groaning as he watches them move as you sit up.

Frank lays you back down as he lays on his side. His lips are attached to your neck as his rough palms travel down your body. They're taking mapping every inch of you, feeling everything they could. You whine as his thumb grazes the top of your cunt. The ache became louder, and you swear he could feel it.

"Please, Frank- I need you," The words came out more desperate than you wished them, but it was true.

The arousal had pooled and coated your folds and stuck to the inside of your thighs. The plea encouraged him to spread your thighs apart, your leg hooking over top of his. He moaned into your mouth as his fingers dipped inside your sopping folds.

"I haven't even done anything yet," He chuckles, and you gasp.

Two fingers enter inside you, and you jerk your hips upward. Frank's other arm is underneath your head, and his fingers are interlocked with yours. This type of intimacy is one that you haven't experienced before, being so close and connected everywhere you could. Frank's fingers are slow but steady, his thumb grazing your clit.

You roll your hips into his fingers, wanting more.

"Keep going, sweetheart." He mumbled against your lips.

There wasn't a point in trying to conceal your sounds, so you let the small soft whimpers and the tiny whines escape you. Frank became addicted to them, pushing you closer and closer, wanting you to get louder and louder.

Each curl of his fingers hit your g spot, teasing your orgasm. The pleasure grew more intense, and fog covered your brain.

Clenching around his fingers, Frank increased his speed. His thumb toying with your sensitive nerve.

"Frank, I- please, can I cum?" Sinking into submission, you ask through a whimper.

Frank chuckles and grants you permission.

Your hips buck and jerk against his hand as you cum around his fingers. Frank's in your ear, whispering all sorts of praises as your climb down from your high.

Holding his fingers still before he brings them to his lips- tasting your arousal. He hums at the taste, knowing he had to get it from the source.

Releasing your hand, he shuffles down so that he's eye to eye with your greedy cunt.

"M'senstive, please- Fuck!" Frank cleans up all the arousal, craving more of you.

He hovers over your body, that's still recovering, and places your legs on each side of him. He drags the tip of his cock up and down your folds, spending extra time on your clit.

"Fuck, baby-" Frank moans as he pushes himself inside you.

Your eyes flutter shut, your hips dig into the mattress, and your back arches. He fills your cunt, and your body warms. Frank leans down, kissing you once more, not breaking as he begins to thrust.

Each stroke is deep and slow, making sure you feel every inch of him.

Once you're more adjusted, he goes faster- rougher than the moments before. His lips are still against yours; every so often, they drag to your jaw. Frank cups the side of your face; his eyes meet yours before kissing you again.

He was kissing you like it was the first time he had ever done it, passionately and with so much desire.

Your nails claw at his back, but he winces as you create new wounds.

"S'close- fuck!" You mumble against his lips; you know he's close too- his cock twitches inside you.

"Cum for me, sweetheart- please," He whines into your mouth.

You pulsate around him, cumming hard. Frank curses under his breath; you feel his cum spill inside you. You grind slowly against him, wanting every last bit of his cum.

Frank thrusts one last time before slowly pulling out of you. The both of you are panting next to each other, barely able to form words.

You turn to your side, facing him. Frank does the same, but this time he pushes the fallen pieces of hair out of your face- studying your expression.

"I think you might have a few more cuts on your back," You mumble, feeling the heat spread to your cheeks.

"Eh, It'll match the rest of 'em." He smirks.