I wouldn't rate this chapter as 'M', but in the end it's totally up to you.
It's about me getting pierced by Izumi, which is a dream of mine since I've met him, to be honest. So the actual content won't contain more than this.
There should be nothing that could trigger anyone, because it also doesn't contain blood or precise descriptions of pain or anything like that.
I'll also state again that English isn't my first language, which could lead to mistakes.
Enjoy ~
„So, we're finally at it, aren't we? ", I said, smiling shyly, looking at you. We were at your place again, sitting in the kitchen area. I sat across from you on a chair, on the table laying different kinds of tools. I told you some years ago that I wanted to get pierced by you and now the time has finally come. No one besides us was at your place, so that we were able to take our time and do this in peace.
Your lips formed into a grin while you answered my theoretical question. If I wouldn't knew you I would probably started to get a bit scared at this point. The grin, combined with the shimmering eyes of yours, showed your excitement and made you look like a demon; excited to pierce the needle through my flesh, made me bleed and feel pain. "Seems like it.", was your simple answer. Your voice sounded excited, pleased and husky. I adored it and started to smile a bit. My body started to prickle, just by thinking about what's going to happen soon.
You asked me if I were ready, before taking the pen that was lying on the table. I was a bit excited to be honest. It, of course, wasn't my first piercing but it somehow always felt like it. Therefore my heart was beating faster and the blood in my veins started to rush. When I realized that you were moving the opened marker to the corners of my mouth, to mark the spots that were supposed to get pierced, I started to close my eyes. I knew that there was no reason to, but I always felt like doing so, because knowing and seeing someone very close to my face made me feel anxious.
I could feel the markers tip on my skin, but not for long though, because you knew what you were doing. After feeling the marker gone, I wanted to open my eyes again, but stopped the second I could feel your breath on my face, followed be the feeling of your soft lips on mine. I started grinning, while kissing you back. It was, still, nothing but a normal and simple kiss, which, therefore, broke fast.
My eyes were opened again and my greyish-green gazed into the dark brown of yours, while I kept on grinning. "What was that for?" I asked sheepishly. One could also see a grin on your face, a cocky one, as always. You shrugged, saying that the situation was too tempting and that you couldn't hold back anymore. A short snicker left my lips, before I told you to pierce me already, because I don't have the nerves to wait any longer. You didn't reply, instead you took the little mirror that was lying on the table and hold it in front of me. I knew what it was for, so I took it without a word and checked if I was satisfied with the location of the little dots, which were showing the places of my future piercings.
I nodded after taking a good look at them and making up my mind again, before lowering the mirror, still holding it. You already unpacked the clean needle, which was going to cut a hole through my skin. Or two actually, keeping in mind that I had planned to let both of the inner corners of my mouth get pierced.
You gripped the pliers, after disinfecting, and I opened my mouth, so that you were able to locate them at the wanted place. I tried to hold my eyes open this time, because I had the urge to actually watch you – but my body didn't react like I wanted to. I ended up with my eyes closed again, hearing you asking if I were ready. Again I nodded, trying to prepare myself for the upcoming pain. My body was literally on fire, the moment I felt the tip of the pipe on my skin. Normally piercers would hurry up, pushing the needle through in one smooth and quick motion. I told you I didn't like that, because my body always ended up twitching, suddenly and strong.
The needle pierced slowly through my flesh and I loved it. I loved the pain that I felt in this moment, combined with the excitement that rushed through my body. I also loved that you were the one making me fell this way. It was literally the perfect combination.
After the needle was through my skin you cut up the unneeded parts, replacing the needle – or the little tube that was left, with the jewelry. It all went pretty smooth. Of course it did. You were experienced after all.
After the first one was done you quickly finished the second, while I could already feel the pulsation of the wound.
"Okay, I think we're done." you said after some seconds, which made me open my eyes again and closing my mouth.I could feel something slightly rubbing against my teeth, which was probably the base of the jewelry. My tongue ghosted over said piece of metal and stopped abruptly. Slightly whiny and dunning you said: "Don't do this! No touching with hands or muscles in your mouth for the next week, got it?" "Yeah I got it", slightly rolling my eyes. I was tired of getting lectured concerning piercings, because I wasn't knew to it but still, everyone talked to me like I would be.
This reaction of mine seemed to amuse you, because you started talking again, your voice lulling me. "Getting cocky? If you're so careless then you should be up for kissing, right? Even if those little babies will protest." your grin got even wider than before. I also had the urge to grin, but weren't able to manage, because a sudden pain rushed through my body. In this second my mind started working and I noticed that grinning and smiling wouldn't also be an ideal option in the next weeks. My face had seemed to mirror my thoughts, because you started snorting all of a sudden, which involved into a little laugh. "Oh shut up", I groaned, while glaring at you as mean as I was able to. It, sadly, only made you laugh more and you started stating again how 'cute' I was. I pouted, which only earned another chuckle from your side. I crossed my arms over my chest, the mirror still holding in one hand, before I mentioned casually: "Nope, I'm not up for kissing and won't be until these two are healed." These words made you stop laughing and you looked at me in slight shock, before you yourself started to behave more like a child. "Okay fine. Then no blood and knives and other shit for said amount of time. Why would you be allowed to have fun, if I am not?" it was cute how your little, angry eyebrows were furrowed and how your whole face looked so disappointed and playful at the same time. I, again, had the urge to grin, but my new piercings stopped me. So I just playfully patted your head with the mirror, before asking you, where I am supposed to put the used materials. You stood up, took the mirror from me, and started to clean the mess – but not before ghosting a slight kiss over my lips. I smiled slightly, getting used to the stinging sensation in the corners of my mouth.
I hope this short piece of fiction was able to entertain you, lovely reader. ~
