18+ only // men dni. cw: booby obsessed vi ;; nipple play;; oral fixation… requested
summary: you recently got your nipples pierced and your girlfriend, vi, is obsessed.
you’d barely been home a week with the new piercings and vi was already driving you crazy.
“you’re not wearing a bra, right?” she asked for maybe the third time today, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, watching you get ready for bed like a hawk. her grin was sharp, hungry, her eyes flicking down to your chest every time you moved.
“vi, i’m literally just in my own house,” you sighed, tugging your shirt down. “what do you think?”
she didn’t answer. she just crossed the room in two long strides, hands already slipping under the hem of your shirt. the rough pads of her thumbs brushed the cool metal, and you shivered. her grin softened into something wicked.
“fuck,” she whispered, tilting her head. “they’re still so new. looks so damn good, baby. like —” her mouth was already on your neck, hot and impatient, “— like you got them just for me.”
“maybe i did,” you teased, but the words came out shaky because she’d already pushed you back onto the bed.
you hit the mattress with a laugh that cut off into a gasp when she yanked your shirt up and off, tossing it somewhere without looking.
“jesus christ,” she breathed, staring at you like you were art, like she hadn’t been staring all week. “can’t believe you did this and thought i’d ever be normal about it again.”
she ducked her head before you could answer, sucking one pierced nipple into her mouth. the sting of pressure and the warmth of her tongue had your back arching instantly. vi groaned like she was the one getting spoiled.
“fuck vi— ”
she hummed against you, lips wrapped tight around the metal, flicking the stud with her tongue just to hear your little whine. her hand came up to knead your other breast, her thumb circling lazily around the piercing before pinching just enough to make your hips jerk.
she pulled back with a wet pop, smirking up at you, cheeks flushed. “y’know what’s crazy? i used to think i loved your tits before. and now i’m obsessed. actually obsessed. i wanna die with these in my mouth.”
you laughed breathlessly, threading your fingers into her short hair, tugging her back down. “then shut up and do it.”
and she did. happily.
her mouth moved between your nipples like she was starving, sloppy and possessive, sucking until your skin glistened. every time the piercings caught against her teeth, you gasped, and every time, she moaned like it was her new favourite sound.
by the time her hand slipped into your shorts, you were already shaking, nipples sore, wet and sensitive, her mouth still claiming you even as she rubbed between your thighs like she’d been waiting for this moment all day.
“that’s it, babe,” she murmured against your chest, words hot and muffled, “take it f’me. lemme worship you.”
her mouth never left your chest, not even when her hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts and into your panties. vi’s fingers were rough from years of fighting, but the way she touched you was reverent, like she’d been craving this exact moment ever since you came home with those studs.
she groaned when her tongue flicked over the cool metal again, the vibration shooting through you. “fuck, you’re already so wet,” she muttered against your nipple, her breath hot, her fingers sliding through your folds and coming back sticky. “all i did was suck your pretty tits, and you’re dripping for me.”
you tried to answer, but the words tangled into a moan when she pushed two fingers inside you without warning.
your back arched off the bed, shoving your chest harder against her mouth, and vi ate it up. she sucked your pierced nipple back between her lips, groaning like she couldn’t get enough, her hand pumping between your thighs, fast, filthy and desperate. squelch squelch squelch.
“fuck yeah, squeeze me,” she mumbled, teeth grazing lightly over the barbell before soothing the sting with her tongue. “god, i love these. love how they make you sound.”
her palm pressed down against your clit with every thrust, dragging another cry from you. vi moaned at the sound, fingers curling deep, hitting that spot inside you like she’d mapped your body from day one.
she didn’t even look up — didn’t want to. she wanted your chest in her mouth, your tits filling her hands, your piercings tugging against her tongue while she made you fall apart under her.
you tangled your fingers in her pretty red hair, tugging, and vi just groaned harder, fucking you faster.
“that’s it, baby,” she breathed against your nipple, slick noises filling the room, “come for me, come while i’m sucking on these perfect tits.”
you did. hard. your thighs clenched around her arm, hips jerking, chest arching against her mouth as you cried out her name. vi moaned into your skin, like she could taste your orgasm through the way you trembled and soaked her hand.
she didn’t stop. not right away. her mouth stayed latched to you, sucking slow and greedy as her fingers kept working, drawing every last shudder out of you until you were a mess beneath her.
finally, she pulled back, lips swollen and wet, chin shiny. she looked at your chest like she was possessed.
“holy shit,” she panted, grinning. “i told you, these piercings are gonna ruin me. i’m never letting your tits go again.”
and to prove it, she bent down and wrapped her mouth around you all over again.
© lonerslug
