don't touch, it's art. - matt sturniolo.
You already have a few piercings—your nose, your septum. But you wanted more. And after a long time thinking about it and discussing it with your friends, one of them suggested something bold: nipple piercings. It wasn’t the first time the thought had crossed your mind, but honestly? You were scared shitless of the pain. Luckily, one of them offered to go with you for emotional support.
By the time you arrived at the studio, you were literally shaking. And your friend? Well, she was laughing her ass off.
“I hate you!” you groaned, lying down on the table.
What was supposed to be the worst pain ever—at least, according to the horror stories—turned out to be... nothing. It barely hurt at all, and now you had two cute little piercings that made you feel like a total badass.
“Just wait until Matt sees this…” she smirked, her expression one of pure approval. “You look hot as fuck!”
That thought barely had time to settle in your mind. Of course, he was going to love it. Of course, it was going to become his new favorite thing. You laughed, nodding in agreement.
After dropping her off at her place, you drove straight to Matt’s. A slight buzz of anticipation tingled through your body. When you arrived, you greeted the guys before heading upstairs to his room, knocking a few times before stepping inside. His face immediately lit up at the sight of you.
“Hey, baby!” he grinned, getting up to hug you.
“No!” You stopped him mid-step, knowing that hug would hurt like hell. “Not… yet.” You smirked at his confused expression. “I have a little surprise…” You teased, walking around the room with him hot on your heels.
“What is it?” He flopped onto the bed, eyes locked on you. This was the perfect moment. You stood there, looking at him like you were hiding the biggest secret in the world. And before he could complain, you lifted your shirt, revealing your chest—and your brand-new, shiny piercings.
Matt’s jaw dropped. His face lit up like a kid seeing a brand-new toy. His hands instinctively reached out to touch them, but you stopped him midway.
“Don’t touch! It’s art!” you teased.
“Oh, come on, baby… Let me see,” he tried again, but your hand blocked him.
“Matthew! It’s literally two holes in my nipples. It hurts like hell. Not yet! Just look and appreciate,” you laughed at his dramatic pout.
“How long?” he asked, almost desperate.
“I don’t know… Maybe a week? Or until it fully heals.”
“I swear to GOD, I’m gonna die before then. But… Just you wait.”
