โหโก DEAN LOVES YOUR NEW NIPPLE PIERCINGS ๊ฃเง
Getting your nipples pierced was a last minute decision.
Earlier that day, you went with Allie to get her navel pierced. She was so excited, talking about all the piercings she would love to have but isnโt sure about. Which led to her saying, โYou would look absolutely fucking amazing with your nipples pierced. I bet Dean would have a field day with it, too.โ
She kept babbling, saying stuff like, โNot that Iโm suggesting it for him. Only for yourself, obvi. And me and Han, I know she would agree.โ
You laughed it off, saying it was cool but not your thing.
Until you were inside the piercing shop.
The girl at the counter asked what the two of you needed, saying for a piercing it would be around a ten minute wait. Allie told the girl what she wanted, but before she wrote it down you butted in.
โUm, actuallyโI wanted to get my nipples pierced, can we do that today too?โ
The worker responded politely, โof course!โ before writing your information down.
Allie whipped her head around to face you as you walked away from the counter, her curls swaying. โReally? I thought you werenโt into the ideaโฆโ She squealed, excitement clearly coursing through her body.
You shook your head, hoping she didnโt see through your false confidence when you replied, โI mean, why not? Itโs cute.โ
When you got home later that day, Dean was already cozying up in your bed. He knew youโd be out with Allie for a while but youโd told him he could be there if he wanted to. You didnโt really think heโd take the offer.
โOh! Hi,โ you mumbled as you walked in the door, your brain hyperaware of your new piercings. Youโd been so consumed by the thought of the piercings themselves that youโd forgotten that Dean was going to see them, probably very soon.
Youโd also forgotten how sensitive theyโd be.
โHey, baby,โ his voice was muffled from being beneath a big pile of your blankets and stuffed animals, โHave fun with Allie?โ
The way you paused mindlessly before answering with a soft, โYeah,โ was Deanโs first red flag. The second was how stiff you were standing as you walked around the room, putting your purse away and taking off your shoes.
He sat up, moving the little bunny stuffy he got you for Valentineโs day.
When you finally met his eyes, your guard was up immediately. His bright blue eyes were narrowed and his lips were pressed in a pout. โOkay.โ
โOkay. Tell me what happened.โ
Laughing, you sat on the empty side of the bed. โWhat the hell are you talking about?โ
Dean rolled onto his stomach, taking up the empty space and revealing his shirtless torso. โYouโre acting weird. I want my girlfriend back, please.โ
You rolled your eyes, running your hand over his hair soothingly.
โOkay,โ you cleared your throat, trying to push down your racing thoughts. What if he hates it? What if he has to pretend to like it? What ifโโI have something to tell you.โ
His playful smile dropped, worry taking over his features. โYeah?โ
Dragging a hand over your face, you let out a heavy breath. โI got my nipples pierced,โ you mumbled against your palm.
There was a beat of silence before Dean said, โWhat was that?โ
โI really couldnโt hear you, baby,โ He laughed, his hands coming up to wrap around your wrists and pull your hands away from your face. โCan you repeat it? Please?โ
Groaning, you repeated louder, โI got my nipples pierced.โ
There was another silent beat, but Deanโs eyes had an unmistakable fire in them. The corner of his lips quirked up, his eyes dropping to your chest and back up.
โI am not repeating myself again, Di Laurentis.โ
โNo, no. I justโWow,โ he blew out a breath, his chest rising and falling more dramatically than before. โCan I see?โ
Thatโs how you ended up here, with Deanโs hands resting on your hips and his legs open wide for you to stand between. Your shirt was in a pile on the floor, the cool air making your nipples hard and even more of a view for Dean.
โWow. You lookโฆโ he trailed off, his gaze never straying from your tits. His hand reached up, aiming for your new piercings, until you stopped his hand.
โCanโt touch. Yโgotta be careful with โem.โ
Your boyfriend dragged out a low groan, dropping his head to your stomachโmaking sure to avoid hitting your sensitive piercings. โYouโre already killing me, and now I canโt even touch you? What am I being punished for?โ
You scoffed, โYouโre not being punished, you big baby. And if youโre expecting me to wait until my piercings are fully healed for you to touch me at all, Iโm offended.โ
His head snapped up at that, his eyes telling you everything you need to know. That and the very clear boner heโs sporting through his sweats. โI just gotta avoid the tits for a little? Thatโs all? No surprise piercing down there that I need to know about?โ
You shook your head, recognizing the undeniable heat in his voice, โEverything else is still on the table.โ
The entire night felt like it was just Dean complimenting you. He said something at every point.
Took your pants off? โGorgeous.โ Came on his fingers? โSo fucking hot.โ Finished on his face? โDelicious.โ
Even when he was buried to the hilt inside you, while you were squirming from the pleasure and milking his cock dry, he felt like he had to keep praising you. โYouโre so pretty, baby. I fucking loveโHoly shitโI love your nipples. I love your nipple piercings. So fucking sexy, baby.โ
The man literally begged you to go on top. He said he โwanted to have your pretty tits up close and bouncing in his face if he couldnโt even touch them.โ
You agreed, expecting to have to take control. Not expecting to have him fucking up into you, hitting you at a new angle that made your back arch and your entire body shake. Your eyes were teary and clamped shut, moans spilling out of your mouth faster than you could feel them coming.
โThat feel good, sweetheart?โ The cocky bastard asked you with a devilish grin on his face. โLooks like it from down here.โ
Your hand cupped over his mouth, your way of telling him to shut up without having to speak. He kissed your palm and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers through yours.
The new angle you took to reach his mouth made your clit rub against his solid body, adding extra pleasure that made you squeeze around him. โOh my god. Dean.โ
Dean groaned at the sound of your shaky voice gasping his name, the feeling of your tight pussy around him and your nails digging into his biceps bringing him closer to his release.
โIโm close,โ his deep voice rasped in your ear, his hands gripping your hips as he continued plowing into you. You threw your head back with your body, Deanโs fingers promptly coming to toy with your clit, working you over the edge.
โI know, baby. Ride it out fโme,โ he cooed, continuing his thrusts until you pushed on his chest to stop him.
You slowly pulled off, careful not to overstimulate your very sensitive cunt. Flopping over on your back, Dean was quick to roll on his side to look at you. He didnโt say anything more, just stared until you turned away in embarrassment.
