the reader is going to get her nipples or 🐱 pierced so dark!piercer!tom helps the reader relax 👀
Relax For Me
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a/n: this was supposed to be short hahahahahahahahahaha short? who is she??? this is very quickly written, might be some mistakes, but there's some piercer!tom smut!
It was a dare, honestly. A stupid, drunk dare you took that you didn't think was going to come true, because what was the likelihood that your friend was going to be able to shot 8 tequila's in ten seconds? But now that you stand in front of the piercing shop just ten minutes from your house, it is very much true. You really don't want to do this, but you are a woman of your word. You are really going to get your pussy pierced.
Grumbling, you enter the piercing shop that seems otherwise empty aside from the very attractive man sitting at the reception desk. Even through the music that blasts through the speakers, he hears you enter through the door and greets you with a charming smile, subconsciously adjusting the curls atop his head. Initially you think he's wearing a black turtleneck t-shirt, but upon closer inspection you realise it's a heavily detailed tattoo of intricate patterns and celtic designs, jet black ink covering every inch of skin. He really suits it, you think, you wouldn't be able to imagine him without it and for some odd reason, you actually believe that, along with his attractive looks, it might be thing that lures you into him.
If it wasn't for the excruciating pain you're about to endure, you would otherwise be fawning over him; his overall demeanour somewhat magnetic. You were always partial towards the bad boy look.
"You must be my 1 o'clock, yeah?"
"That's me."
"Great, come right in and I'll get you sorted."
You take timid steps towards the back of the shop where you realise the piercing studio and reception is separated by a heavy, black velvet curtain. Already waiting for you on the cellophane wrapped bed is paperwork and all of his sanitised equipment. The smell of disinfectant seeps into your nose, a smell you are almost immune to having been pierced before, but along with the sight of the long packaged needle intended to go through your clit sitting neatly on the bed, everything about your situation has your stomach churning.
"I'm Tom by the way. If you just want to sit yourself up onto the bed and fill out that paperwork there then we can get started. Have you been pierced before?"
"Yeah, but...not down there." Your naivety has him softly chuckling. The snap of his latex gloves spikes in your ears and the rustling of the piercing equipment causes a headache so you attempt to fill the noise. "It's awfully quiet in here," you comment, a poor start to small chat but nevertheless, he simply smiles back and rolls himself over to you.
"I don't like to have other customers in when I'm piercing intimates, it can be quite intimidating."
"You mean to say that getting my intimates pierced by a stranger isn't the most intimidating part?" You quip sarcastically.
"You seem apprehensive."
"Well this...this isn't exactly my choice. I lost a dare last week and I am a woman of my word so...here I am."
His face scowls slightly. "What kind of a person dares someone to get their pussy pierced?" Something about the way that word effortlessly rolls off his tongue like it's part of his everyday vocabulary, so casual, so calm, it has your stomach coming to a boil. You keep your eyes to the page as you sign your name at the bottom.
"A man. That's who."
"A boyfriend?"
"He wishes." Tom nods along but remains quiet as he gratefully accepts the paperwork from you, however there is evident concern riddling his features and in softer, more sincere words, he says, "you don't have to get this done if you don't want to, it wouldn't bother me if you backed out."
"No, it's okay. I don't actually mind getting it done, I'm just worried about the pain."
"I'm going to be honest, it will hurt, but I promise I'll do my best to help you relax."
Tom explains the procedure, showing you all of the sealed and sanitised equipment that he intends to use, ensuring you that all will be for exclusive and one-time use. He talks confidently, maintaining direct eye contact seemingly unbothered by the fact that in less than a minute, he will be lifting up the seams of your skirt and pulling away your underwear to reveal your pussy. But of course, this is his job, he's probably done this a million times before so you try not to fret about it too much.
"If, at any point, you want to stop or take a moment, just say. We can take as long as you need." It's endearing the way he necessitates verbal and visual confirmation from you, a small comfort in an otherwise stressful situation. "Okay. Would you rather have me undress you or would you like to do it yourself? I have to ask: some people don't want any part in it at all and others strip down until they're entirely naked." Why did he wink at you?
The confidence of this man is going to be the death of you.
"Oh...uhm..." Your cheeks burn furiously. "What...what would I need to take off?"
"Your skirts not a problem. Just your underwear."
"Okay, sure."
Chivalrously, he turns his back while you wiggle to get your underwear off and placed back onto the bed. You are by no means graceful, the nerves hitting you a little too hard to maintain your composure and at this point you can't pinpoint what is causing the nerves; the piercing or...Tom.
"Perfect. I'm going to get you to lay flat on your back, legs lifted onto the stirrups and I'll take over from there. Just relax for me, pet."
As instructed, you rest your head back against the cellophane with your eyes drifting close. A shaky breath quakes your lungs and a rush of blood drowns your ears. Your legs are perched upon the stirrups but your skirt retains the last of your modesty while Tom sits upon the stool positioned in between your legs. He's perched high enough that with just the downward tilt of your head, you could meet his eyes if you wanted to, but as he reaches to lift your skirt and lets the cold air bite at your pussy, your sight is limited to the ceiling.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Great, so I'm just going to clean you down and mark where the bar will go. Take a breath, this might be a little cold..."
"OH...my god," The sudden, icy sensation spreads slowly over your pussy, his gloved fingers spreading whatever substance with benign movements. He's vigilant, careful to pay close attention and not miss a single inch of you, which is understandable if you want to avoid infections, but for the love of God, why does he need to circle his finger slowly around your clit like that?
"I told you it was going to be cold," he snickers.
The next few steps fly by and the next thing you know, you hear the packaging of the needle rustle in the air. Tom carefully pinches your clit and all of its nerves between the pads of his fingers and you have to do everything you can to stop yourself clenching. His touch is so delicate it borders intimacy and caressing. It almost distracts from...oh god. You're about to have a needle score through your vagina--
"Wait, wait, wait!"
Tom sits back as you sit up, your skirt falling back into place and your eyes finding his. "All good?"
"Sorry, I just need a minute."
"No problem."
"Is...is there nothing you can do to dull the pain?"
Tom thinks for a second, placing his equipment back onto the metallic tray. "I can give you a mild anesthesia--"
"And have two needles go through my vagina? No, thanks. I'll stick to one."
The buzzing of the overhead lights fill the silence and Tom gazes to you patiently, letting you take the time you need to brace yourself for what possibly may be the most excruciating experience of your life. Damn that stupid dare.
Tom can't help but notice the distress sweeping over your eyes and the way it takes ahold of your body; hunched, curled, defensive, and as his promise to help you relax echoes in his mind, a dirty, little trick formulates in his mind.
"There is, in fact, something I can do. It's a little unconventional, but it's sure to do the trick."
"Do it."
Tom smiles widely, so glad to hear the words he was hoping to hear. "You don't know what it is."
"I don't care. As long as it doesn't include needles. Do it."
He sensually sweeps his tongue along his bottom lip and a mysterious devilry consumes his hazel eyes. Despite what you see in him, his words and movements tell of a different story.
His hand reaches for your ankle, latex fingers coiling around the joint and moves in a lulling fashion. "Lie back then, pet. Relax for me," he cooes, his voice soft like a lullaby. It lures you into doing what he says and all too soon, you find the white tiles of the ceiling above you again. Eyes distracted, you wonder why the second time Tom lifts your skirt, the air doesn't feel as cold as it did before, and you wonder why this time when you tilt your head, Tom isn't where he was before. He's...
Got his mouth on your pussy...
"Ssshhhh-i-i-i-t!"
"Mmmmmm."
The startling mixture of shock and pleasure renders your brain dizzy, taking far too long to acclimate to Tom's warm tongue surging through your now wet pussy. His hands push your skirt further up your waist and find respite on the curve of your thighs, fingers dancing in small intricate patterns on your skin. This is not what you expected when he said 'unconventional', but jesus, it's certainly does the job.
You've always been incredibly sensitive, more so than what you think is normal for any other girl, so coming here was always going to be a nightmare. But with Tom's lips sucking harshly on your clit like his life depends on it, suddenly you've got a bigger problem to deal with.
"T-Tom..."
"Shhhh, relax. Trust me." He marries his tongue with your pussy and ruts his head in a slow ebb and flow, taking just a small second to murmur..."such a pretty pussy...'
"Uhnnn!" With every tug of his lips and every swipe of his tongue, he curses your body with uncontrollable twitches, damped by his hands now clawing at your skin. He effortlessly pulls at the coil in your stomach, expertly unravelling it until it's taut and strained. It's like he knows you inside and out, knows how to play you like a finely tuned instrument, like you're his. Right now, you aren't exactly opposed to the idea...
"You're enjoying this, aren't you? You love my tongue on your pussy. Dirty girl." Stars flash before your eyes, suppressing the instinct to release is causing such a dizzying effect on you that you can barely control yourself. Because you don't know. You don't know why Tom's deliberately trying exploit your sensitive nature, you don't know what his goal is and you're not sure how this is going to help dull the pain of your piercing, and with Tom lavishing and ravishing the slick seeping from your cunt, you have to assume he wants you to break.
"Fuck, Tom--"
"Look at this swollen little bud." His latex thumb drags your clit around helplessly, throbbing. "It's just begging me to pierce it."
You're so close it hurts. "Tom, please."
"Shhh, pet. Soon."
"Ahhh," you cry as two, thick, wet with slick, fingers slide deep into your pussy and curl torturously at the knuckle. Now, your thighs are stuck in a perpetual quiver by Tom's head and he smirks sinfully. Every touch is electricity, every short, sharp movement is overstimulation and you beg for liberation.
"Almost there. Just...keep very still." With a final, wet kiss, Tom watches carefully, analysing the precise movements of your clit, ready to time it to perfection.
"OH FUCK!"
Something short and sharp shoots through you. Pain mixed with pleasure surges through your nervous system and sets you alight, a hot fire consumes your stomach and your thighs as you come undone. The bed beneath you is trapped in the tight grip of your fists, white and firm. "Fucking perfect," you hear Tom say, a guttural growl resonates from his throat.
Your head falls back onto the bed violently and you wonder what torture Tom has just unknowingly inflicted on you. You feel heavy but floating at the same time. Shivering but engulfed by warmth. Feeling nothing and everything all at once. It's a feeling so unprecedented, you barely clock the thick titanium bar now decorating your clit.
"There. Didn't feel a thing, did you?"
"Huh?"
A wicked chuckle swims through the air, paired with the sound of his lips connecting to your thighs. "That's what I thought."
"You...you--"
"Made you cum and pierced your pussy at the same time? Mh-hm."
Mouth wide open, you're bewildered. "You did?" Tom stands up to shadow over you, your slick lining his lips, and offers you a sly wink. "It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would."
"Pain and pleasure go quite well together, pet. Adrenaline is a hell of a pain inhibitor."
"Oh...well, uh, thanks."
"Don't get up yet, pet. I'll get you cleaned up, okay?"
A small, deflating 'yeah' slips from your lips and Tom responds with the sweetest smile, eradicating any awkwardness before exiting into another smaller room labelled 'Tom's stuff. Keep Out!!'. Basking in the heat of dying lust, your teeth sink deep into your lip. Tom's absence grants you just a minute to question...what the fuck just happened? You can't quite believe it and you end up spiralling into a laughter hearing your own voice speaking out the words of your story in your head; your piercer has just ate you out - amazingly - made you cum and pierced your pussy at the same time. Absolutely ridiculous.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Sorry, I'm just...reflecting."
"Well, at least you're not crying. How's the pain?"
"Settling in. I'm scared to move."
Tom takes yet another seat between your legs, professionalism motivating his movements once again. The relief of the cool cotton draping over your pussy eases you back into a composure you can maintain. The pain is there and it certainly doesn't want to be ignored, but it's tolerable and having relayed that back to Tom, he proudly, affectionately strokes the skin of your thighs.
"That's you, pet. All done." He offers you a hand and you take it, slowly rising to a stand. Tom aids you in pulling your underwear up the length of your legs, hands cheekily grazing your waist, hips and ass.
"Take care washing it; all around and in between with a lukewarm saline solution, and no fun times until it's fully healed, got it?"
"Got it."
"Oh! And before you go--" he hands you a business card with his name and number adorned across the front. "Don't hesitate to phone me if you have any issues. Or maybe if you're free one night and fancy dinner. I might be hungry again soon..."
You bare your pearly whites in a bashful smile, nodding your head. "I would like that." Taking a risk, you raise to your tiptoes and press your lips against his cheek, his skin radiating warmth against your lips. "I would like that a lot."