KINKTOBER DAY 17
⤿ nipple play
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» van palmer x fem!reader.
synopsis:
van comes home from her first college semester to find she’s missed out on not one but two very big changes.
— warnings: nsfw content. mdni. some fluff. fem!reader who has nipple piercings. long distance relationships. nipple play.
“god, i missed you,” van breathes as soon as your bedroom door falls shut, voice muffled where her face presses into your neck. “i mean, the city is great and all but…it’s not you.”
“i missed you too.“ you lean back to really take your girlfriend in, finally past the polite greetings with your family downstairs.
your mom had practically tackled you at the door, gushing about how ‘grown-up’ she looks now & how ‘new york suits her’ and van, charming as ever, had let herself be fussed over for a full ten minutes whilst you lingered nearby, bouncing on your heels, waiting for your chance to steal her away.
it had taken forever, but you’ve finally made it upstairs, into the privacy of your room, where you have van all to yourself.
“you look way too cool now.”
van pulls back as well, smirking. “film school chic, baby.”
you roll your eyes and pull her toward your bed, your heart racing with the secret you’ve been sitting on since she left for new york back in august.
van flops onto the mattress, arms folded behind her head, watching with a smug grin as you start peeling your shirt up. she looks seconds from making some comment about how much she’s missed getting you naked in the months of long distance, yet that grin dies when the fabric comes off, her jaw dropping speechlessly.
“you…holy shit,” van blurts, bolting upright to gawk at your chest. “you…what the fuck?”
“what?” you smile.
“what- what do you mean, what?” van gestures at your bare breasts. “you’ve got- jesus christ! you got pierced?”
“what, you can have all the fun at film uni and your girlfriend can’t have some of her own back in good old wiskayok?”
“that is not the same thing!”
“sure it is,” you brush your hair back to give her a better view of the jewelry on your nipples.
van’s eyes won’t leave your chest, mesmerized. “wow,” she says finally, running a hand through her hair. “the things i’ve missed…”
you laugh and climb onto the bed, into her lap, straddling van’s thighs. still stunned, her tongue darts out to wet her lips, disbelief written all over her face. her hands are already reaching out, though hovering just shy of touching.
“you can touch them, van.” you chuckle and grab her by the wrists, guiding her hands up so she’s cupping your breasts. “they’re healed.”
regardless of your reassurance, van starts out carefully, only grabbing firmer once she’s made sure you’re really not wincing at the pressure.
she trails over the curve of your breast and brushes the silver bars with the pads of her thumbs, studying your face for a reaction. the sensation is so new, so different from before you got the piercings, it makes you shiver.
“oh my god,” awed, van tilts her head, giving them a harsher squeeze than the first time. “you’re more sensitive now?”
you nod, then gasp when she brings her index fingers to your nipples and brushes up and down over the extra sensitive buds. they instantly harden more to the touch and throb when van gives each a pinch.
her grin returns, wolfish as she rolls your nipples between her index & her thumb. “this is- okay. just so we’re clear. this is the best christmas present i’ve ever gotten.”
she keeps rolling and pinching them some more, pleased to see your thighs rub together for more friction there, before she leans in and kisses each nipple once to wet it. van rubs her thumb over one while gently blowing cool air to the other, snickering when it has you curling your fingers to fists in her hair with a surprised whine.
then van’s tongue is back over the pebbled skin, circling your right nipple as her hand squeezes your other breast, toying with the piercing there.
you moan softly and push your chest further into her face, seriously worried that you might actually come from this, from van kissing and, god, sucking on your nipples. your core is clenching around nothing, hyper aware of the lack of friction against your clit as van keeps on playing with your nipples, alternating between sucking and circling them.
at last, she detaches from your breast and her chin rests against your sternum so she can look up at you. “i go to new york for one semester,” van holds up a finger for emphasis. “and come back to this?”
“nat got a job at that sketchy tattoo shop downtown,” you explain. “she needed someone to practice on.”
van’s eyebrows shoot up. “oh my god. natalie scatorccio pierced your nipples?”
“well, one at a time,” you deadpan. “and i lived to tell the tale.”
“unbelievable.” she shakes her head, grinning as she turns her eyes down to your breasts again.
“my eyes are up here!” you teasingly cup van’s cheeks to turn her face back up. “and now you’ll have to make up for lost time.”
“oh, you best believe i plan to.” van promises and seals her mouth over your nipple, this time gently nibbling on it with her teeth.
“van!” you whine.
she hums in satisfaction, still taking her sweet time exploring every angle & reaction to feather-light kisses and long drags of her tongue.
finally, van pulls back with a groan and lets her hands fall to your hips. “you’re so perfect,” she whispers. “god, how did i survive months without this?”
you grin, pecking her on the lips once before pushing her back down into the pillows. you flop beside her, the bed creaking in below you as van loops an arm around your waist and pulls you close, both of you catching your breath.
“sooo…” she begins eventually, dragging the word out. “do you think i could, like…take a polaroid? just one?”
you turn your head to stare at her. “you want a souvenir?”
“for artistic purposes!” van adds quickly. “y’know, to keep me company in new york…?”
“vanessa palmer!” you jab her in the ribs, making her yelp. “you are such a fucking pervert!”
van grins and reaches across your body for the polaroid camera that sits atop your bedside table, which must’ve given her this idea in the first pace.
“hey!” your fingers wrap around her upper arm, pulling her back for another kiss. “you’ll get your picture…” you promise as you roll yourself on top of her. “…in a second.”
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