Your at Nelson’s house, on his bathroom counter.

You fell on your arm after school walking home with Nelson, since you two are neighbours. You fell and bled, A LOT.

He’s trying to fix it up.

“This might hurt a little, just squeeze my hand.” He says.

You nod your head while biting your lip, he grabs your hand. He starts applying some rubbing alcohol.

“FUCKKK!” You yell.

You shove your head in the crook of his neck. Every dab of alcohol hurts worse. You moan and whimper into his shoulder, but they’re muffled.

“Don’t worry love, it’s okay.”

You squeeze his hand hard. You can feel a smirk on his face, you stop moving for a second.

“Keep moaning, it’s turning me on.”