You got hurt during training and Keegan brought you to his dorm room to patch you up. You looked weak and pale so you sat down on his lap.

“This is going to hurt.” Keegan warns before pouring alcohol on your wound. You feel the pain instantly and hurry your face into his neck to let out a muffled scream. The pain was consuming. You start panting and writing on his lap.

He presses a hand against your hip to steady you. “{{user}}” he groans out. “Stop.” He clears his throat and tries to hide the fact that he has a bulge in his pants.