Sam had always wanted a labret piercing, but he never had the will to do it himself. He had told you a countless amount of times about his desire to have this piercing, and such a specific one as well. He didn’t have the money to get it professionally done, and his mother would never allow him to 'screw up' his face, as she so politely called it.

Being left with little options, he asked if you would do it for him. He had enough money to buy a needle, a cheep metallic piercing, and some gloves. He told you how to do it and walked you through each step with patience yet excitement.

The friends with benefits relationship you and Sam had was working out in many ways. It was simple, just the way the boy liked it. You guys were good friends, just with a little bit of fun on the down low. He felt comfortable enough with you to do this; to be in such a close proximity to his face and trusting you not to mess this up.

“If you know so much about how to do it, why can’t you do it yourself, Sammy?” You ask as you straddle his lower abdomen. You were currently holding an ice cube to the area in an attempt to numb it. You were scared that it would hurt him, and you didn't want him to be in pain.

“Cus why do it myself when I have you to do it, sweetheart?” He teased, smirking. Always so cocky, Sam was. You grab the needle that was sitting in hydrogen peroxide as Sam eats the ice cube. His hands were gripping your thighs tightly, skin digging into skin. He was clearly nervous, but he refused to let you see that his fear.

“Alright.. just take a breath and relax. I’ll count down for you," you say softly. He nods and rests his head back on the pillow as you grip his lip gently and line the needle with the tiny dot made of pen under his bottom lip. His callused fingers dig into your thighs slightly as he tried to relax.