ᯓ𑣲 cw warning: s/o pierced dih, f!reader, reader smokes a bit, reader a bit mean, fingering, oral f receiving, denial later fulfilled, spit on dih; spit on fingers; spit in mouth, piv, missionary, alluding to squirting.
“so this is why you’ve been avoiding me?”
you haven’t seen nor heard from your man in weeks moreso months. the times you saw him and wanted sexual release, all he was give you was his fingers or head, not his dick. you found it odd. you wondered if he had some sort of disease he didn’t want to tell you about which caused you to get tested since he didn’t seem like he wanted to tell you— only for all tests to come out negative. so what the fuck is up? well, this is what was up: a fucking dick piercing that went straight through is urethra and ended outside his tip.
he bites lip and strokes once, “well I wanted to surprise ya.”
you lick your lips and put the bong you had been hitting on down. “hmph,” he moves to tuck it back in but you stop him saying, “unt unt, don’t hide it I wanna see! cmere.”
he trails closer and you take deep inhales, trailing your barefoot across his shaft and circling the cold metal balls between your toes.
“cute.” you say in annoyance yet fascination.
you back up and take another hit of your bong. bubbly sounds accompany the deafening silence of you trying to be angry.
he clears his throat, “it should be fully healed.” he gives you a look that hints he could finally give you the dick you’ve been longing for.
“mmhn,” you tilt your head and stare at the piercing more before looking up in his eyes. “you know I’m mad at you, right?”
“I know baby, we’ve been apart for too long. It wasn’t for no reason...the thing just had to heal, that’s all.”
“whatever,” you stand up and capture his lips with sloppy passion. he groans into your lips and leans into it. your hands resting at his nape, nails gently tracing at the small hairs back there. “did you get it for me?” you say before kissing him again.
“mmhm” he affirms against your lips.
you pull away, “welp,” you drop back down on the bed you’d been sitting on. “show me what it’s all about! and don’t be lazy— I’ve been fucking suppressed for 6 weeks.” or atleast something close to that.
“if you hit ten weeks, you were getting dropped.”
he laughed, “just like that?” he brings his arms down and separates your legs followed by him slowly climbing in the bed. you shrug and chuckles before slowly kissing your lips, moving one of his hands to your neck, deepening the kiss. his tongue eventually began tangling with yours. desperation filled your body from being touch deprived for so long, leading to whimpers escaping your mouth and into his. he brought his hand down from your neck and moved to cup your yoni, putting enough pressure on it for you to hiss. another hand wrapped around your waist securely.
he moved his cupped hand in an up—scoot— motion, pleasure overwhelming you with each drag at your clothed clit. he gives one last kiss to your lips before pulling away so your sounds can escape. he leans into your arm, cooing a soft “m’sorry luv. I’d never wanna keep you from your pleasure on purpose. I fucking love you.” he moved to pull down your panties then massaged his fingers over your hole, soon trailing up to your clit. a slight moan escapes from your lips. “love the pretty sounds you make. love that pretty pussy. your pretty face.” his thumb drew circles upon your clit which released more moans from your lips. you wrap your arm around his shoulder loosely, resting your chin on the hand that’s on his shoulder and letting out sighs that pass as moans.
you grind into his hand, your bottom lip covered by your top teeth while you still let out sounds. he murmurs more apologies before a—"I get it, damn.” breaks through your moans.
he laughs and leans away from your ear, kissing you quickly before pushing you down gently. “you oughta be nice to me.”
“you talk too much, just love on me.” you half joked.
he let out a groan then spat on his middle and index finger, leaving the glob there then pushing into your hole slowly. you moan at the thought of his spit being inside you, instantly relaxing. he praises and relaxes his hand, his thumb gently pressing on your abdomen as his fingers worked at your pleasure. he looks down at the sight and bought came on himself “damn baby, this is always such a beauty.” he adjusts his position so he can lap at your clit. you bless the bed you lay on, thanking it for giving you a place to receive such a beautiful lovin. he spits, licks, and sucks at your clit whilst his fingers delved into your g.
It wasn’t long until you were at the brink of your orgasm. loud groans and hums escaped your lips. your eyes glossed with tears as they always do whenever you approach your release. your toes clench; you look up at the ceiling as if you were looking up to the goddess of pleasure, praying she crashed onto you for a nice gasm. just as you were clenching up to cum, he stopped his fingers and his tongue, pulling away. he slurped at his fingers. “mmm” he savored before bringing his coated fingers to your lips, laughing at how even though your face displayed frustration, you still cleaned up his fingers.
“the fuck is your problem?” you scolded when you were done cleaning.
“you were mean to me.” he explained.
“you goddamn baby.” you groan as you sit up, but he pushes you back down.
“I’ll give you what you want— I just want you cumming to my new piercing instead. ain’t that what you want?” he looks at your pouty face and chuckles. when he didn’t get a response, he tapped at your face. “hm? said you wanted me to show you what it’s all about, yet you tried to settle for cumming to my tongue.”
“don’t first-of-all me, luv.” he released his newly pierced dick and bite his lip. “sit up.” he demanded. you sat up, already knowing what he wanted, but you loved to hear him say it. “spit.”
you gathered spit in your mouth before releasing it onto his shaft, looking up at him for more instruction. he groaned and rubbed your spit into his dick before demanding again “one more, baby.” you spat again then he gently pushed you back down, making sure his dick was nice and wet before he aligned himself with your entrance. he ran his hands over your body to relax you, adjusting you slightly before he rested his hands at your hips, slowly pushing in. exhales that pass as moans escape from your lips as you sink into new sensations. your yoni grew accustomed to your two finger girthed dildo in your period of waiting for your man’s scandalous piercing to heal, so the stretch to adjust back to his length and the newest feeling of metal rubbing and poking at your walls pleasured you beyond any expression.
you try to catch your breath but the sensation is enough to make you cum already.
“relax.” he coos. you calm your body down and take deep breaths before he sinks into you fully, making you gasp. the cold, metal balls of his piercings rub against your walls and your eyes fight to stay open.
“that’s the piercing…Prince Albert…”
“oh my god…” you smack your lips. “you’re so corny! just fuck me— don’t open your mouth so much.”
he laughed and pushed your legs up and back, adjusting so he can plunge into you deeply. “cmon, when will you ever love the things I say?” your breath catches at each sensation you feel— the warm stretch, his texture, those cold balls— it all feels too good that your tears of pleasure soon swell up. “fuuckk I missed this. mmm, you like it baby?”
each stroke was gentle, deep, and so fucking good. sounds beyond grateful sighs couldn’t manage to escape. the cold, metal balls from your man’s newest dick piercing continuously pressed on all of the spots inside you that made you feel good. he made sure to move in a way that also gave a massage to those places, which only drove you crazier.
he chuckled at your fucked out expression, “so you are liking it? what happened to being ‘mad that I’ve been suppressing your needs?’” all you could do is shake your head. not out of denial that you feel good, but because you couldn’t say anything. your previously closed eyes fought to open and take a look at him.
soon as you looked in his eyes, your pleasure began to increase and overwhelm your body. your moans finally returned and your man cooed, “there you go, luv. thought I’d never hear your pretty song. thought I’d have to stop.” he began to move faster and your moans only got louder. “s’that feel good, baby? you like the piercing I got for you, huh? like how it hits every spot I couldn’t hit before?”
you groan in response and tears of pleasure swelled in your eyes. “yeah, baby, I know. must be sorry you were so mean to me earlier, huh. you sorry?” he teased. you fought to respond but your moans suffocated your words. he taps your face in reprimand. “m’talking to you.” he stops his thrusting and you cry.
“please, please” you whisper through your dry mouth and move your hands to his lower back, attempting to start his moving again.
“you sorry?” he asked again, leaning into your face. your eyes peeled open and you nodded. “unt un, words. you sorry?”
“m’sorry.” you say quietly. not cause you wanted to but because your throat was literally dry from hanging open.
“huh?” he moved his hand to cup your chin and pushed your mouth open, letting a harsh spit into your mouth in order to moisturize your throat. you flinch and swallow, talking again.
“I’m sorry.” you said more clearly, still pushing at his back. “please” you plea, hinting for him to start moving again.
“I forgive ya, baby. you just didn’t know I was doing it all for you,” he hummed and placed a slow kiss to your lips before backing away and moving your hands from his back to your legs again, “I ain’t tell you to move those either.”
he began to move again and the pleasure seemed to hit 1000x harder. all you could do is let him pleasure you with his newly pierced cock. you praised whatever cosmos told him to get this piercing for you, because everything was about to get a whole lot better. you let him rock-it-till-waterfalls. the sheets under you both unbelievably wet and creamed out. he let you experience every position yall used to do before he got pierced and now they all made you see stars.
when you finally tore off of eachother, you stared at his dick that was now shiny with cum and the piercing seemed to wink at you. you laugh and toy with it. “I do love this piercing, btw.”
Inspired by: my insane mischaracterization of Hobie Brown— you can imagine ‘he’ as: Toji Fushiguro, Jabber Wonger, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Gris Rubion, anyone else you think fits the part.
