Nipple Piercings (Patreon)

Hiiiii! My classes started so things have been rough but I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT YOU!! Here is a small little something, something to tide you over. Beneath this post, tell me what you would like to see come within the next few updates and I will accommodate :D

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“Lemme --” 

“No.” 

“Let me see --” 

“Babe.” 

“Harry, c’mon, just let me see!” Y/N’s bottom lip juts from her mouth, the pleading look in her eyes makes Harry stir but he did his best not to surrender. He held his hands over his nipples, despite the fact they were covered by the sweater he wore. The chill that took the breeze was more bitter than it had been in the summer, prompting thicker knits and undershirts for comfort from the cold. He thought this to be a pretty good time to do something drastic when he could hide it for a little while until he decided how he felt about them. 

Of course, he should have known Y/N would have realized something was up. He was far more careful when cuddling with her, wary to have her lean against his chest so he opted for the little spoon position (which she hadn’t complained about). If he were showering, he kept the door shut and the had the curtain fixed closed, keeping his ear out for when she would inevitably come in to wee so that he could plan whether or not to cover his nips (it was seldom she opted to shower with him, because they both knew where it would go, and they both knew that they were far too clumsy to attempt such a dangerous plan). And if he needed to get changed, he would retreat to the bathroom and get ready in there. 

What Harry hadn’t considered, was how often he was naked prior to getting the piercings, and Y/N was not dense. It was hard to trick her, considering how perceptive she was; she could always tell when he was hiding something from her. No matter the surprise, Y/N could figure it out easily and very few times had she failed to guess what he was being sneaky about (which is how she found out he’d been planning a trip to Paris for her birthday, not because she was nosy, but she had managed to talk Harry into a circle where he ended up admitting it himself). 

So it took all of two weeks for her to squint her eyes at him from her spot on the couch, before muttering accusingly, “What’d you do to your chest?”

Harry’s brows raised, his heartbeat sped up, ramming against his chest, “What?” He played dumb but he knew he was good as caught. 

“You won’t let me see you shirtless, you wince when I get close to your chest, and every time we fuck, we do a quickie that you don’t have to take your shirt off for -- what’d you do to your chest?” 

It wasn’t like Harry was hiding them because he was worried whether or not Y/N would approve. No, he knew Y/N would approve, almost all too delighted. His nipples were very much an erogenous zone for him and Y/N never took this for granted. She licked them, sucked them, bit on them, caressed them with the pads of her thumbs. If they were in view, she was on them like a fly on honey, greedy to touch. And he couldn’t deal with the pout on her mouth she would get if he told her that she was unable to touch them while they healed. 

Before he could say anything, her mouth dropped open, eyes going wide, “You didn’t!” 

“Baby --” 

“And you didn’t tell me?” She sounded offended as she crawled over to him, straddled his thighs, and curled her fingers in the hem of his shirt, giving it a good firm tug, “Lemme see!” 

That’s where it had started, and that’s where they were now. Y/N trying desperately to get a glimpse at the little bars he’s hiding beneath the knitted olive fabric, Harry telling her no, but feeling his resolve cracking each time she whined. Eventually, she did take her fingers away from him, “Is there a reason you aren’t letting me see them? Are they infect or something? Or are you just not ready yet?” 

“I’m --” he begins, clearing his throat before looking down at his hands, “I don’t know -- I just. . .this sounds way more self-absorbed aloud than in my head,” he paused, but Y/N’s gentle eyes encourage him to continue, “They haven’t healed all the way and I was just worried that you would be upset that you couldn’t -- that you couldn’t play with them yet.” As the words come from his mouth, he feels rather sheepish about it. There aren’t many things that embarrass Harry, especially with Y/N, but he couldn’t help the red hot buzz in his cheeks. 

She smiles softly, recognizing that he was embarrassed and carding a piece of hair behind his ear gently, “Button, I’m thankful that you’re thinking of me,” she began before her hand slid down and she pets at his cheek, “But I think I’ve got enough self-awareness not to get torn up because you won’t let me have at your healing nipples.” 

Harry feels embarrassed more now than he had before, “I know, baby, I just. . .” he sighs, shaking his head at himself, “I was being a bit silly. Do you want to see them?” 

“Are you ready for me to see them?” She spins the question around. Harry nods as he chews on his bottom lip, holding his breath while she curls her fingers around the sweater and pulls it up carefully. There was only a little ways to go before Y/N had revealed his nipples, pert and pebbled,  little silver bars stuck between the buds. Harry winces from the cold air while her mouth opens slightly, appearing to be awestruck, “Oh, wow,” she hums gently, “Look at these.” 

Reaching up, she moves her thumb deliberately to soothe the tender flesh, “You like them?” Harry asks her, shifting to accommodate her in his lap. His skin pebbles with goosebumps from the light way she grazes. 

With a nod, she murmurs, “Love them,” she lulls her tongue over her mouth, “Can’t wait until I can play with them.” 

Harry feels a flush of heat zip down to his cock, a subtle twitch in his boxers that is only encouraged by the way she readjusts on his lap, “Yeah? Apparently I’ll be even more sensitive with these. . .they said it could take months to heal though.” 

“I can wait, contrary to popular belief,” she teases him, pinching his cheek lovingly, “That’ll make it that much more gratifying. Like edging, yeah?” 

Harry hums his assent, shuffles down a little lower, and lets his eyes flutter shut. He focuses on the way she moves around them, diligent, gentle, and careful. He tries to mute a low moan that tickles at the back of his throat but he’s unsuccessful. Incredibly unsuccessful, actually, considering that a smile pulls at Y/N’s mouth when she hears it, “Don’t get excited now, we can’t do anything. These beauties need to heal.” She gives the barest of touches against the bud, giggling when he jumps and sucks in a sharp breath, “Okay, enough of that,” she pulls her leg from where it had been across his lap, letting his shirt slide back down across his torso, and returning to her spot.