#yh

He'd be completely obsessed with them, like instead of biting at his nails he's just pulling at them without a thought in mind, they're now his new outlet. Recommends you to try different peircings on and goes out of his way to buy them for you. Expect a showcase of you trying each one, internally you feel like you've been turned into a fidget board.

Unironically gets upset when you decide to wear a bra because what's the point of them anymore if he can't see them 24/7??

Shamelessly stares at your chest as you speak he just thinks they're made for you, he hasn't been fully listening to you for the past fifteen minutes and only grins when you push his chest to make him focus.

It's even worse now because now his icey hands aren't also running up your stomach but your tits too, he honestly couldn't be happier though, insistent he has to prod and pull at them to support their health or something.

When he first found out you had them it was by complete accident, you wore a thinner bra that day and that was all, but it was enough to make them catch his eye. If he's not with you he tries his hardest to keep a straight face but he's immediately folding as he tries to laugh off his flustered state as you give him a weird look. If you're together he literally does a double take and immediately moves to touch them but just ends up gesturing towards your chest hissing "When the hell did you get those..." The evilest, plotting smirk pulling at his lips as he finally gives into the urge and pinches one of your peircings.

Been transfixed ever since and it will probably always be this way, you've given up hope of trying to pry his hands off you. Honestly you should've known better as he was clingy to begin with, but somehow it managed to get worse...

You're reflecting on whether or not to keep the peircings in as he's lying on your chest and pressing his tongue flat against the bar and rolling it against the surface, it was an upgrade from him literally sucking them through your shirt, his fingers tracing the shape of your waist. Apparently unbothered by the metallic taste.

(Would beg you to ride him so he could see them up close and personal, genuinely disappointed when you say no.)