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(don't) go easy on me - iii ♰

✠ (don't) go easy on me ↳ not bad for our first time, huh?

➶ pairing: OC x Piers Nivans ➶ genre: mostly fluff, slight angst, gore (like a broken bone), first time! smut, cliche mean clique (like two girls) ➶ word count: 13.8k

♰ Content includes: dry humping, dirty talk, nipple play, foreplay (f receiving), oral play (f receiving), your typical sexy moment with coke can girth piers

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Gently dabbing the softly scented vanilla oil on her hands, So Ah smeared it all over her hands, arms, and legs, and focused more on her neck and the spots under her ears.

She stood by the tall mirror to add her final touches before straightening up once done.

The berry-coloured dress hugged her waist to give her that curvy look before draping over her hips and stopping at her mid-thigh. The sleeves were puffy and loose over her upper arms. The tie around her waist gave the illusion of a plunging V-neck collar, vaguely making out her chest.

The cotton fabric was cool on her skin, perfect for the summer heat of Washington DC. She won't lie that she didn't wear a lingerie set underneath the dress. The darkly desaturated rose-patterned maroon tights also reached her mid-thighs with a strap attached to her panties of the same colour and pattern. The bralette she wore was also of the same set.

Just a little precaution, she convinced herself, if something were to happen, I'd at least be prepared for it.

The doorbell echoed, jolting her out of her thoughts and she hastily ruffled her hair to her liking and applied her cherry chapstick before skipping out of her room to get the door.

She swung the door open, partially hiding behind it involuntarily and she couldn't hide the smile on her face at Piers standing there with a hand in his pocket and the other holding onto a big fancy paper bag of her paint.

"Hey!" She widened the door to let him in.

Piers walked in, mimicking her grin as she shut the door, "Someone's excited to see me."

She rolled her eyes and reached for the bag only to hold onto his wrist gently, standing on her tippy toes, "Says the one who invited himself to my house."

She pecked his pinking cheek and took the bag, letting out a small huff at the sudden hefty weight. You can always count on heavy supplies and tools when it came to being an artist.

"Oh crap, that's heavy!" So Ah set it down on the ground.

Piers pursed his lips to hold back any quips once he took off his shoes, taking it and easily picking it up, "Here, I'll take it. Where do you want it?"

"In my office." She answered bashfully, walking towards that room and she could sense his silent chuckles.

The office was a sunroom but it was clear the apartment layout had it as a bedroom instead. So Ah, living alone, had it changed into a suitable place where she could easily work on her art projects.

It was also Piers' favourite room because anyone could easily figure So Ah out with just one skim of the place.

It was cluttered but in a way, you'd expect it from an artist. There were shelves upon shelves filled with art books, notebooks, and sketchbooks. a stroller tray was next to it, also filled with tubes of paint of different sizes and shapes, some more used than others.

In the corner were the easel and the half-painted canvas, having a moving table next to it with all the brushes and a mug for dipping them.

Across the room were a chaise lounge and a coffee table in front of it. There were scattered papers and pencils on top of it with charcoal pens nearby. Finally, a plain white desk and chair on the other corner where she usually sits to have any of her online conferences or get stuck on video calls with her family as she had told him.

"You can put it here," She chirped, gesturing to her desk, and she noticed his gaze lingering all over the place, growing flustered, "Ah, sorry about the mess."

"Don't worry about it, this is where the magic happens." Piers put the bag onto the table and then looked at her, not thinking too much about her darkening blush, "So, what did you get this time?"

"Oh!" She skipped up to the table and opened the bag to take out the fancy box, "It's a sample of the new paint set that's coming out this spring!"

Nabbing the palette knife next to her, So Ah cut open the plastic wrap before popping open the box. Stars instantly appeared in her eyes at cherry blossom-themed tubes of paint. It came with extra sets of brushes.

Piers tilted his head at her silently, barely listening to her excited rambles about all the paintings she could do. She always had that glow in her eyes when it came to art – he wondered if he ever could earn that look too.

He trailed his eyes to the small canvases on the table, humming as he picked one up, "Aren't these too small to use?"

So Ah stopped her ranting, already hands deep into the box and she blinked at him, "Ah, I use them whenever I wanna paint something simple or try out a new style."

"Huh." Piers picked up another, turning to her with a subtle grin, "Why don't we give your new paint a try?"

She stilled, letting out an incredulous chuckle, "You want to paint?"

"Why do you sound so surprised?"

"You just don't look like an art guy to me," She continued, picking out one of the next brushes to check the bristles, "I don't think I've ever seen you draw before actually."

"Well, lucky me, I’m dating a professional artist to teach me the ropes then," Piers shot back smugly, waving the two canvases slightly.

She giggled, nodding as she started taking some of the tubes into her hands, "Okay. If you mess up, you're paying for the paint."

"Fine, these are samples so they're free," He scoffed, helping her and moving to the sofa, "And the real thing can't be that expensive anyway."

"Just around $500."

"Excuse me?"

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Soft hums came from the girl who was on the sofa and painting on the small canvas, placing down each stroke precisely and exactly where she wanted it to be. So Ah reached over to dip the tip of her brush into the small puddle of paint that she mixed, looking over at Piers to see how he was doing.

A permanent scowl was on his face, etched in concentration as he was leaning over to the table to have the canvas on it to keep it still and using his other hand to draw. His grip on it was as if he was a kid trying to learn cursive, shaking and all to make one smooth line.

His choice of colours on the other hand... Very questionable.

She could peek at the colour white, peach and brownish red, then there was a random splash of saturated red, pale yellow, and black. It made her involuntarily cringe as he was focused on whatever he was using black for.

It was adorable and quite hilarious but she wasn't going to say that. Instead–

"How are you doing over there, Picasso?" So Ah teased lightly, twirling her brush slowly and he shot her a quick glare.

"You make it look so easy but it's difficult as hell." Piers retorted, swearing under his breath, "Shit, I messed up."

She held back her giggles when he let out a grumble, roughly dipping the brush as if he was waterboarding it.

"Okay, okay, you don't need to do it like that," So Ah quickly stopped him with a nervous laugh, more concerned with the state of her brush and he looked at her, "You do it like this,"

She gently dipped her brush into the water, swirling it around before bringing it back up, "See?"

"Ooh," Piers hummed, mimicking her action and he went back to the task at hand silently.

Straightening up and scooting next to him, she tried to indulge in her curiosity and peek at what he was drawing but he hid it from her, red creeping up his neck and he gave her a look.

"No peeking."

"Oh come on!" She whined playfully, "I won't laugh!"

"Like hell," Piers shot back, "You'll laugh and then the next day, everyone at the BSAA would know about... This."

He gestured to the canvas vaguely and she pouted, "Awh, Chris told you, didn't he?"

Piers nodded, quipping as he leaned back against the sofa with the canvas up to his face and the brush, "For a quiet girl, you sure do like gossiping."

"No one laughed, though!"

"Chris did."

"Well, it's Chris. He laughs at anything." She tried to point out but Piers scoffed, shaking his head.

"You must have a different captain then." He said, brows furrowing for a moment at a certain line.

Maybe she was growing perceptive lately but she could pick up the way his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip subtly, hazel eyes as sharp as she'd see them during a shooting range. It was strangely attractive and her heart rattled behind her ribs.

Piers glanced at her without moving his head, noticing her lovestruck cinnamons on him. Assuming she really wanted to see his piece, he let out a defeated sigh, snapping her out of her gaze.

"Fine, I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He spoke nonchalantly and she blinked, laughing a little.

She picked up her canvas carefully, aware of the wet paint and she turned it to show him with a toothy grin. His eyes widened lightly.

It was a classic cherry blossom park. Though the colour placement was a little messy, it was good enough to make out the brick floors, the steel fences, the blue sky with several white clouds and the distant city. All that in a small 3-inch by 3-inch canvas.

"How did you manage to fit all that in this tiny thing?" Piers asked, visibly impressed with it all and her cheeks reddened.

"Ah, doing so little is enough." She answered, pointing at the city, "I didn't add any details to these buildings so it would look okay from afar."

"Okay?" He shot back with a raised brow, "So Ah, this is goddamn amazing."

Praises from him were absolutely god-tier.

She bit her inner bottom lip, growing flustered as she avoided his eyes shyly, looking down at her art piece. It really was only a quick sketch and it'd need more work to complete; especially the trees.

She trailed her eyes up to him and then to his canvas, "Your turn."

Piers hesitated in showing her his piece, eyeing her suspiciously, "You promise you won't laugh?"

"I pinkie promise." She put out her finger with a grin and he chuckled, the corners of his lips twitching up.

"What are we, five?" He joked, earning a huff from her before he linked their fingers, "You do know if you laugh, I'm gonna have to cut your finger off, right?"

She giggled, rolling her eyes, "I won't laugh."

"You just did right there!" He gasped dramatically, "You suck at this."

"Because you're being an idiot!" She defended herself, "Stop messing around and show me what you did! I showed you mine!"

"Ugh, fine," He scoffed, trying to appear annoyed but he seemed nervous, handing it to her.

"It can't be that bad," So Ah reassured him with a smile then looked down at it.

She froze.

It was badly drawn like the eyes you'd draw all over your notebook during a boring math class. Yet her artistic-wired brain was able to make out some of the shapes.

It was only a single brown eye with hints of smudged red which she recognized as the colour of cinnamon -- or an attempt of such colour. The skin was peachy with tons of blush and shading in the wrong places. The lashes were chaotic spider legs.

"What..." She didn't know what to say, "Well, it's a good-looking... Eye."

Piers grunted, growing more embarrassed than irritated as he repeated what she said, "It can't be that bad, right?"

So Ah coughed to muffle her snort, plastering on a small smile, "It's fine but uh, what inspired you to draw this in particular?"

He perched his arm over the armrest and leaned his chin on his hand, speaking quietly as he wouldn't look at her, "You."

She stilled, shoulders tensing up as she couldn't hide her surprise, "Me?"

"Yeah," He shrugged slightly, "It's... It's your eye."

She was speechless, staring at him and then down at the canvas, "This is my eye?"

Piers grumbled as if he was a kid getting annoyed from having to blabber nothingness again. He leaned towards her to look at the painting and he pointed at the blob on the supposed waterline of the eye.

"Yeah, stupid," He said, "That's your mole right here and your... Well, I tried to draw the freckles but they're so fucking faint."

So that's why there was an extensive use of brown and red.

The more she stared at the painting, the less it made sense.

One, it was horrendous but endearing.

Two, Piers had paid enough attention to have picked up the tiniest of details on her face. Hell, even she'd forget that there was a mole on her waterline.

Piers was immediately amused by her silence, noticing how her cheeks were growing redder by the second and he could feel his own face flush.

"You... Uhm," So Ah trailed away, trailing her eyes up at him, "Why would you paint my eye?"

He rubbed the back of his head, shrugging nonchalantly, "You told me to paint whatever's on my mind – I would've drawn the other eye but I don't want to spend five hundred bucks on paint."

He was so blunt about it and it only made her more so curious. Yet, shyness was catching up, coiling over her vocal cords when she'd try to speak.

"Wow, uh, sorry, I..."

Piers glanced down at the canvas and then at her, "I know, it's horrible."

She nodded quickly, "Yes, very but uhm," A soft smile reached her face, shoulders going up slightly to her ears, "I like it."

He blinked, cocking up a brow, "You gotta be kidding me, this junk?"

"Yeah," She giggled, pulling it closer to her but careful not to taint her dress, "It's very sweet. It shows you pay attention to details and that's a good trait for becoming an artist."

He huffed, feigning pride as he playfully waved her off, "No chance."

She laughed a little, covering her mouth and Piers picked up on a hair strand falling over to her face. Reaching over, he pushed it gently behind her ear, eyes growing softer by the second.

"I prefer observing art rather than creating it," He admitted tenderly, his thumb caressing the apple of her redred cheek as he hummed, "Like the fact you also have another mole on your nose."

A single peck landed on the tip of her nose, making her scrunch it up with a flustered giggle. He grinned and he brought up his other hand to cradle her cheek, keeping her still from shying away from him.

"And you've got one right here," Piers brushed the faintfaint mole on the bottom lip line with the pad of his thumb, making her lips part slightly, "It's my favourite one."

He glanced up at her eyes to find any sort of reluctance to this but all he could see were her dilated pupils. Hearts might as well bubble and pop over her head at this point.

Piers kissed her slowly to cherish every second of this. Her eyes instantly fluttered shut, lowering one hand to set it onto his knee and push herself closer to his plumplump lips. Parting his lips, he tugged on her bottom lip, his hand trailing to the back of her neck and the other reaching down for the canvas.

She pulled away with a pout when he took it from her hand and casually tossed it onto the table, opening her mouth to protest, "Hey! Be careful with that, the paint's still we – mmh!"

Piers didn't give her room to do so though, silencing her by pressing his lips on hers. That gnawing feeling in her gut returned and her lungs were finding it a bit hard to breathe.

She practically melted into his touch, setting her hands on his broad shoulders and he reciprocated it by wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Piers moved his lips against hers sensually, kissing her with utmost passion.

Her cheeks went redred when the side of her knee barely brushed past his hips and she could've sworn something poked her for a split second. A subtle tug on her waist to his lap was more than enough to shoot her anxiety sky-high.

She hummed, patting his shoulder and she pulled away, breathing heavily, "Wait, wait…"

Piers stared at her like he had done something wrong, pupils were blown as his swollen lips were parted for his heavy panting. His hands went down to her waist, frowning when she sat down back on the couch. Internally, he was already scolding himself.

She clearly wasn't comfortable going to the next stage just yet. Why won't he get that into his head?

"Was that too much?" Piers asked concerned, gingerly squeezing her waist as he licked his bottom lip.

Fuck, that cherry chapstick was going to be the death of him.

They did make out before, but the vibes of his certain one were teetering into a new area. He felt it. He knew she felt it, which was why she was the first one to pull away.

"No, no, it was... Good, uhm," So Ah stuttered, avoiding his eyes by looking over at the canvases and then she sighed, looking back at him, "Look, about what happened... You know..."

Piers was confused for a second before annoyance made its way to his eyes. His hands on her firmed up with that protective scowl on his face.

"What the hell did she do now?" He snapped, surprising her at the change of demeanour, "Did she say anything to you or hurt you again?"

She stared blankly at him, brows furrowing in a completely puzzled expression, "What? What are you talking about? Who's she?"

It was Piers' turn again to go silent before saying, "Cindy Lloyd, kinda hard to forget who broke your hand, So Ah."

"Why would I want to talk about her?" She pressed on, growing more so irritated rather than concerned, "Piers, what did you do?"

He released a heavy sigh, but it was clear he wasn't very remorseful, "I had a talk with her and told her I'd report her if she were to lay a finger on you again."

Her jaw fell slack, eyes widening and he seemed to tense up when she reeled back from him.

"You..." Her voice came out in a whisper, "You threatened her?"

His silence answered her question.

“Why the hell would you do that?!” She exclaimed in shock, “That itself can be reported!”

“Am I supposed to sit aside and watch you getting pushed left and right by her?” Piers shot back, growing frustrated, “By anyone who believes the same shit she does?!”

“Yes!” She snapped in a whine, silencing him and she exhaled heavily. She rubbed her face as he stared at her, baffled by her outburst when she muttered, “God damn it, both of you are so alike.”

He was taken aback as if actually offended, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“She made it her life mission to be part of the BSAA like you did. She trains every single day even on the days off, like you do. She looks up to Chris and hopes she'll make it into his team, she practices all the time, and she does everything in her power to climb the ranks to be one of BSAA's perfect soldiers, just like you.” She elaborated, gesturing to him for enunciation.

“Me joining out of nowhere was... It's unfair to her and everyone else involved. And it doesn't help that she obviously likes you and wants to impress you all the time.” She rubbed the back of her neck and looked away, voice heavy with guilt.

Piers frowned, his eyes darkening gradually, “You deserve to be at the BSAA as much as–”

“No I don't, Piers, and you know it!” She cut him off, groaning as she covered her face, “God... I don't train as much as any of you, and I'm always stuck at the infirmary for my condition. I joined for my family. Cindy joined for the world because it's her dream to make it a better place.”

"You think that little of yourself? All those people after the outbreak are alive because of you.” Piers glared at her, getting closer to get her to drop her hands, “You are part of Green Life Pharmaceuticals for God's sake, your whole thing is making the world a better place. Why would you let yourself be trampled by people like Cindy Lloyd?"

She frowned as she slid her hands down but one went to the back of her neck, gripping her nape with a subtle flinch and she looked down, whispering, "Because everyone at the facility died but me. You and Chris were the only ones who made it out alive, but the rest of your team..."

"Soldiers like us are willing to put our lives on the line no matter what. The mission's the priority."

"Yeah, but–"

"Hey, look," He gently grabbed her hand to encourage her to look at him, determination made his eyes glow, "None of those lives is on your shoulders. You were just another civilian caught in it like all the others. It doesn't mean you have to be punished for it.”

He continued, “You're using the anti-virus for good, and because of that, millions of people were given another chance at life. Doesn't that at least overshadow the bad?"

So Ah was quiet, lips parting but nothing came out, completely speechless. She knew Piers was an opinionated guy, debating with him with pure dogshit with that stubborn brain of his but hearing those words come from his mouth; it soothed her. She fully thought he'd at least agree to half of her thoughts but no.

Her eyes twitched, inhaling deeply and she held his hand, "I don't want you to fight my battles, Piers."

He dropped his head with a sigh, knowing she was talking about his confrontation with Cindy, "I know, I know. Why won't you report her, though?"

So Ah shrugged slightly, "Like I said, she reminds me of you. Pretty sure she learned some of your fighting techniques too."

"Copycat." he scoffed, lip quirking in the corner in annoyance, "At least I don't break bones or some shit."

She giggled a bit, earning a faint smile from him but then it fell when she trailed her eyes down, dreading something.

"What do we do now?"

Piers hummed, thumb caressing the back of her hand, "Well, I was thinking about watching a movie or–"

"I'm talking about Cindy."

He shot her a look, "I really didn't come over and planned on talking about her on our date."

She returned the look, "Well if you didn't go ahead and threaten her then maybe we wouldn't be in this situation."

He narrowed his eyes down at her and she mimicked it, standing her ground. Ah, he can't be too mad at her. She was also just as stubborn as him.

Shaking his head, he relented, "Fine, I'll apologize the next time I see her."

Cecile was right. Communication was fun and healthy.

A toothy smile came to her face and she patted his hand, "Thank you. Now we can watch a movie."

She went to stand up but he only tugged her down by her hand with a small 'hold on' when she gasped, tumbling back onto the couch. Her hand shot out to the cushion in surprise and she looked over at him.

"Wha–"

"If this was never about her, then what were you talking about?" Piers questioned curiously.

Nope, no.

Communication is scary. I repeat communication is scary.

Her eyes widened, tensing up and she tried to play it off, chuckling nervously. He raised an eyebrow at her when she removed her hand from his hold as she spoke, avoiding his eyes.

"Ah, it's nothing. Forget about it."

"So Ah," He pressed on, furrowing his brows a little and he leaned his arm down on his knee to look at her and the other was pressed to the couch behind her, "Is it something I did?"

She blinked, darting her eyes to him in surprise, "What? Why would you think that?"

"Well..." He suddenly seemed nervous, ticking his head to the side, "Whenever things get more intimate between us, you tend to stop whenever I try to go further."

She stared silently at him, eyes unblinking.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable or if it's something about me that's not... You know, it for you."

Piers didn't think he was living up to her standards – which he was, and more. She absolutely hated having made him feel that way about himself. Seeing that subtle frown with the low eyes, she wanted nothing but to change them into something better.

Piers looked over at her, gazing into her cinnamons, "I don't want you to feel pressured into telling me or any–"

"It's me. I'm insecure." She blurted out before she could stop herself and her eyes widened even more, quickly slamming her mouth shut.

Piers blinked at her, taken back and his eyebrows relaxed, eyes softening, "What? Why?"

She sighed defeatedly, cheeks blazing as she grew shyer by the second when she admitted, "It's... I'm worried that I might make it too awkward. I haven't done this in a while and you know... I don’t want it to seem like I’m inexperienced."

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby,” His voice dropped to a tender tone, “Even I haven’t done this in a while.”

“Ah, well,” That only managed to make her feel a little better and she cringed, “It’s different for you.”

He cocked up a brow, already knowing where this was going, “How is it any different for me?”

It was a constant topic.

“Because of... Uhm…” So Ah trailed away, shoulders going up to her ears, “You're young and–"

“If you bring up the age thing again, I'm going to flush all of this paint down the toilet,” Piers threatened and she really didn’t know if he was completely joking or not till he exhaled, “So Ah, c’mon, how many times did we talk about this? You’re not that old.”

“You’re only what, 27? That's still young.” He reminded, genuinely.

She blew a raspberry with a frown, finding the situation embarrassing and she looked away, "You say that because you've never seen me naked."

He shrugged casually, "As much as I'd love that, I don't have to. I'm pretty sure you look just as gorgeous beneath that dress."

Her cheeks reddened as her timid self made her want to coil up into a ball and disappear. So Ah never knew how to respond to compliments or praises. Piers knew that and he was amused about it.

“Look,” The hand behind her goes to her hip and the other gently grasps her wrist, thumb caressing her skin. His voice was calm and soothing; genuine even. The way he looked at her eased her bubbling anxiety down. “We don't have to do anything if you're not ready, but you really gotta stop worrying about your age, So Ah.”

“No, no! I want to! It's…”

The corner of his lips twitched at the sudden enthusiasm and she whispered, tugging and twirling her hair that was cascaded over her shoulder, “I don't want you to think… bad about it.”

“I won't, I promise.” He reassured her before straightening up for a second only to move closer so their knees were brushing, “Why don't we start off slow and see how it goes from there?”

The atmosphere around her seemed to have shifted into a sensual one and she could already feel something hot spreading in her. Letting out a heavy inhale to calm her nerves, she nodded.

Piers flashed her a grin, releasing her hand to cup the back of her neck with his thumb tracing her jawline. His eyes dropped to her lips, minty breath merging with cinnamon. Glancing up into her eyes for any indication that she was unsure, he sealed his lips on hers.

Piers was passionate like always, but now slower in case he’d accidentally make her uncomfortable. His hands stayed in their spots but his thumbs would caress her skin occasionally to offer some sense of comfort.

So Ah felt her heart banging out of her chest, setting her hand on his knee to push herself closer to his lips – which he more than accepted. His tongue swiped her bottom lip and her lips parted shyly only for him to deepen the kiss. He instantly earned a soft moan from her, tilting his head to the side as he fought back the smile.

Eventually, Piers trailed his hand down to her waist, tugging her subtly to lead her to his lap. So Ah crawled up onto him as he leaned back against the couch, keeping his lips on hers which were growing needy by the second. Her legs were on either side of him but she didn’t sit, barely hovering over him as he bit her bottom lip.

Piers grasped her hips, fingers digging into her plush flesh with a faint hum and he pulled away from the kiss a little. His lips were red and swollen, subtly shimmering due to her cherry chapstick as his voice was breathy.

"Sit."

The neediness and demand in his tone were so unbelievably sexy; it did nothing but make her comply – though hesitantly.

Then she knew why; something was pressing up against her subtly. It seemed the surprise had shown on her face, making the corner of his lips quirk up faintly. Her hands were grasping his jacket on his shoulders, hips as still as a wooden board as if afraid one slight movement would be too much for her.

"What is it?" He got her attention by pecking her jaw chastely though his hands were nothing but enticing, "Wanna tap out?"

His hips stayed still, if not shuffling his feet a little to get comfortable and thus widening his legs just slightly. His hot breath brought goosebumps as he peppered her neck with small kisses. She managed to whimper out a small 'no', fighting the urge to rock her hips to indulge in the heat spreading in between her legs.

It was only when a hitched faint whine came from her did he pause at the spot that he brushed past.

Her hand went to the back of his nape, fingers brushing the short hair at the back as he focused more on the spot right under her ear. He reached down to her thigh, squeezing her and the other hand went to the side of her ribs. His teeth grazed her skin and she found it hard to stay quiet, especially when his sneaky thumb pressed into the side of her breast.

So Ah muffled her moan, squeezing her eyes shut and his ears pricked up at the sound. He trailed his kisses up her neck and jawline, leaving the now obvious growing hickey behind. He cocked up a brow, noticing just how red she was.

There was something incredibly hot with how responsive she was to just kissing. Was she just playing along or was she actually that sensitive?

"Is there something I should know?" Piers asked, half curiously.

So Ah avoided his eyes shyly by looking down at his military tag, nervously toying with it, "I'm... I can be a little loud."

His eyes gleamed at that, smirking smugly, "I don't mind." He brushed her strand away from her face, pushing it behind her ear, "I think it's pretty sexy."

"Do you ever shut up?" She grumbled, fully sure that she must've looked like a freshly grown tomato.

"And not cause these cute reactions of yours? Never."

He laughed, shaking his head and he leaned forward to give him enough space to take off his jacket and toss it aside. He relaxed against the couch, leaving him in a white fitted shirt. He wasn't naked and she still thought he was so goddamn hot.

He kissed her again, this time, swiping her bottom lip instantly with his tongue. Parting her lips, Piers easily explored what was once his, making the kiss a tad noisy as he hummed against her softsoft lips. She gripped the collar of his shirt, moaning quietly and he pulled away a little, eyes hooded as he licked his lips.

"You gotta keep wearing that chapstick." Piers murmured, locking his lips with hers as they grew hungrier, and his voice came out muffled, "Never stop using it."

That was good enough for So Ah's restraints to start breaking.

As he tugged on her bottom lip, she shifted her knees slightly to push herself closer before grinding once. His breath hitched up and his hands shot down to her hips in an instant. Her clothed cunt pressed up against the growing tent, rubbing herself up on his bulge.

Piers panted when he broke apart from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting between their swollen lips. His nose scrunched up a little, guiding her hips with a groan.

"Shit... Yeah, that feels good." Piers trailed his eyes down.

Her dress was long enough to cover what he really wanted to see, draping over his hips like a curtain. His fingers itched to rip it off or at least move it out of the way and he looked up at her. Her hips stuttered to a stop and she grew flustered at the intent glow in his hazel eyes.

"Should I stop?"

"No, don't stop," Piers started with a breathless chuckle and then ticked his chin down where they were touching, "Can I see if that's okay of course?"

So Ah swallowed thickly, nodding and she reached down, "Yeah, it's okay."

Pulling on the dress, she lifted it up enough to expose the lingerie she wore. His eyes practically shone in glee, the hands on her thighs shamelessly caressing her bare skin, thumbs sinking under the straps of her panties as if teasing her.

"Holy shit," He whispered, brows furrowing a tick when he felt himself get harder, "You got all ready for this?"

She shrugged timidly with a soft smile, her ego being stroked by the starstruck look on his face, "Better to be overprepared."

"You're so goddamn cute, you know that, right?" Piers chuckled to himself when she darted her eyes down, the compliment instantly causing her to blush.

Not like she needed more with how flustered she already was.

Clenching his shoulder, she lowered herself down to grind on him whilst biting onto the hem of the dress to hold his other shoulder for balance. His hands stayed on her hips to guide her, his hawk eyes not once blinking at the slowly growing damp spot on her panties.

Her moans were coming out muffled, eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her pussy rubbing on the rough fabric of his trousers. The belt he wore held her back though.

"Fuck, you're so wet already?" Piers breathed out, squeezing her hips as he got her closer so her clit bumped against the buckle of his belt, and her sound came out hitched.

He wanted nothing but to discover every decibel she made. His hard cock was practically pushing against the jeans where the zipper was, needing more of her. With how responsive she was, he could only guess she was extremely sensitive.

God, he was fighting everything in himself to not rip off her panties and his own pants, pin her down and fucking her like there was no tomorrow. It made his mouth salivate at the mere thought of having her gushing around him; screaming his name.

Though luckily, it was the weekend.

"Mmh mmb," She tried to speak but her dress hindered her and she only earned a confused look from him.

Dropping her head, she grabbed a handful of his shirt and shifted her weight to one side so she could free her other hand and take the dress out of her mouth.

"The belt," So Ah repeated breathlessly, "It's annoying."

"Take it off then," He snickered at the annoyed look she gave him, "I'm all yours."

That made her stare soften and she looked down at the belt. Sitting down on his lap, Piers watched her reach over to undo it, her hands fumbling with it due to her excitement and nervousness. Once the belt was left dangling, she returned to her previous position.

Piers bit back his grunt at how closely she seemed now that the belt was out of the way and she moaned softly from behind her dress. He was rutting up against her, his lips parted for his breathing at the growing and heavy tension. The damp spot was beginning to imprint on his crotch and his abdominals tensed up at the sight.

He leaned close to plant his lips on her neck, teeth brushing over her smooth skin and a small keen came from her. The pressure intensified when he pulled her hips flush with his, his eagerness beginning to show.

"Mm–fuck," So Ah whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. Her climax was right over the horizon but the ministrations weren't enough. Her knees were beginning to grow uncomfortable, easing a hitched sound from her.

Piers picked up on it and leaned back to look up at her, seeing the neediness in her eyes. The dress in her mouth had gone wet with her drool at her attempt to keep the dress up. He wasn't any better, cheeks flushed with his chest heaving and his eyes completely blown black at the dilation, intensely staring at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked, trying to stabilise his tone but it was wavering a little, his cock throbbing for more stimulation and he knew it was the same case for her, "Not enough?"

She shook her head rapidly with a whine. He nodded, patting her hips, "Okay, hold on."

She stopped, thighs shaking at having her orgasm held back but she only grew excited once he hastily unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pushed them down low enough to expose his clothed dick and her eyes widened.

The bulge was massive.

It was visibly straining the thin cotton of his boxer briefs; visibly thick.

Biting harder onto the fabric of her dress, she caught Piers setting his hands back on her hips, inching closer to her ass but never going there. He threw her a look, seeing if she didn't think this was too much.

"Is this okay?" He asked, clearly on the edge of his climax but he held himself back for her sake, "We can try something else."

So Ah shook her head, a silent ‘it's okay’ as she readied herself. Piers' eyes lingered on hers when he tilted his head low before he looked down. With the thick and rough texture out of the way, the grinding was heavenly, scratching that itch that they both had longed for.

Instantly, her dress muffled her moan of relief, rubbing herself all over his bulge. Piers groaned, his hips rutting up to meet hers, pressing her onto him harder for more friction. Her eyes widened with a squeak when the curvature of his cock bumped her clit, her dress toppling down over what he considered was one of the seven wonders.

"Crap," She whispered, breaths laboured as she slowed down and reached to hold her dress, "Just gimme–"

"I got it." Piers bundled up her dress into two handfuls and gripped her hips, resuming their humping.

Her whine would've echoed off if it weren't for the cluttered mess of her art room. With the dress out of the way, Piers could catch a glimpse of his own boxers growing wet. Her pussy was practically slobbering all over him. He could feel the heat emitting from her core.

"Oh, f–fuck," He moaned, throwing his head back with his eyes fluttered shut, letting himself go in the feeling of her wetwet cunt riding him – not entirely – just right.

If this felt way too good to be true, how was it going to be if he was inside of her?

The thought itself made his hips grow desperate, cock thirsty for a release.

Her sounds started going choppy and stuttery, "Pier–s' oh god, I’m–nnh~" she whimpered, curling over him to have her face snuggled into the crook of his neck at the slowly tightening knot.

One hand gripped his bicep, feeling it tense up beneath her touch with every hump, and the other shot to the couch behind his head, digging her nails into it as a means to keep her bearings.

"M–me too, shit," Piers grunted into her neck, biting the spot between her shoulder and neck that had her mind reeling, guiding her hips to speed up steadily just enough to tick her off.

Her lips parted for a silent gasp when her orgasm hit her first, making her tighten her hold on his bicep and couch. It sent her thighs shaking as Piers groaned lowly at her coming undone, her cum soaking through her and his underwear that left his cock trembling in ecstasy.

"F–fuck!" Her voice ended up hitched when Piers practically pinned her hips down to his and thrusted upwards, directly against her clit to bring her down from her high and trigger his.

He gritted through his teeth, muffling his loud whine when his hips stuttered, cumming within his boxer briefs. He squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers bruising her flesh when he dug them through her dress. Her hips slowed, gently grinding on his softening cock to ease them down from their cloud.

Piers released a heavy sigh, half-lidded eyes staring up at the ceiling as he rubbed her thigh gingerly. Her face was still in the crook of his neck, panting heavily.

Orgasming together for the first time despite no actual intercourse happening was ineffable. The BSAA soldier was basically relishing in the lingering buzz of his climax, in love with the faint breaths wafting on the skin of his neck that brought goosebumps down his back.

So Ah melted over him with a final soft exhale, his big hands reaching up to caress her waist as he peppered chaste kisses on her collarbone and the crook of her neck, trailing them up to her ear.

"You good, baby?" He whispered and she pulled away to look at him.

She gave him a shy smile, her lips red from all the attempts to keep herself quiet, "I'm good, you? Was it..."

Piers chuckled with a tilted smile, nodding as he cradled her cheek, "It was amazing. I don't think I've ever felt it this good before."

She giggled as she slid her hands down to his chest where she proceeded to lean back to dart her eyes down – only to feel like her face was on fire. His boxers were ruined, damp with both their cum. The traces of his white climax was peeking through, the cotton subtly framing the girth of his cock.

It was a filthy mess – and it rekindled that heat in her again.

"Not bad for our first time, huh?" Piers joked, looking down with a smug grin, "If you could call it that."

"You wanna..." She trailed away quietly, catching his sharp eyes on her and her voice was thrown out of the window, "You know..."

His eyes lit up as he tilted his head, feigning a confused look with a pout, "What? I can't hear you, can you speak up?"

An annoyed grumble came from her as she rolled her eyes, knowing what he was doing. He adored seeing her flustered, so of course he'd want to hear her say it.

"Don't be an asshole now," So Ah scowled light-heartedly, "You with your dirty mind know exactly what I mean."

"Accusations." He shrugged nonchalantly, setting both of his hands back on her waist before trailing them down to go under her dress. His big hands settled on her thighs where his fingers grazed the side of her ass.

He snickered at how red she seemed with that bottom lip jutting out, murmuring, "We can go again. I just need a couple of minutes to get ready."

Stars appeared in her eyes as her chest fluttered in giddy and anticipation, "O–okay! Uhm," She glanced down then up at him as he raised an amused brow at her excitement showing, "What– should we move to the bedroom?"

That was when it settled in Piers. She wanted to go again – not the same grinding. He could do the latter or nothing, and he'd still enjoy her presence. Hearing those angelic moans of hers and how sensitive and responsive she was to every kiss and touch, was hyper-aware of everything that was happening – Piers was more than intrigued to know that side of her completely.

No man whose right in the head would say no to that proposal.

He gave her a smile, pecking her lips, "Yeah. I'm okay with that."

She grinned toothily at this, feeling bashful as she attempted to move off of him. Her thighs still felt like jello, causing her to instinctively grab onto his shoulders so she wouldn't fall off. He cocked up a brow, now cocky.

"Finished so hard you can't move, doll?"

"Eat one," She muttered quietly, earning a chuckle and his hands slid down to the back of her thighs, bringing her closer.

"I prefer eating something else." He joked sultry, enjoying the way her cheeks blazed up and he winked, "Hold on."

In one swift movement, Piers stood up with her in his arms. So Ah gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist to lock her place, utterly surprised by this gesture. Piers stared up at her with a shit-eating grin, his hands squeezing the back of her thighs as he made his way out of her art room.

Embarrassed by the turn of events, So Ah hid her face under his jawline and she could feel his amused laughter rumble within his chest. That was until she gently cupped the side of his neck and pressed a sweet kiss right under his ear.

His feet instantly stumbled but he quickly regained his composure, his voice coming out a bit strained, "Careful or we'll both fall."

"Then don't." She shot back softly with a giggle as she continued her not-so-innocent ministration to mark a small hickey, not realising they were in her bedroom.

A hitched sound emitted from her when she was dropped onto the bed with a subtle bounce, and Piers hovered above her with a titled smirk. Her heart pounded at the sight.

His eyes were blown in desire, the hazel colour barely peeking behind his pupils. His lips were red and swollen, and his hair haphazard but in an undeniably sexy way. The military tags dangled in front of her face as he had her basically pinned down.

Her eyes caught a spot on his neck growing redder, making her smile a bit as she swiped it with the pad of her thumb. He irked a brow at the gesture.

"What?"

"I gave you a hickey." So Ah said shyly, and his eyes softened with a snort.

"Yeah, well, wait till you see what I've done to you," Piers grabbed a hold of her chin and tipped her head up only for the smug look to drop at the clear skin, "What the hell?"

She swallowed thickly with a giggle, eyes coy, "What? Can't find them?"

Piers rubbed the side of her neck gently, brows knitted in the middle, "I swear there was one right here."

She squirmed a little under his intense but confused gaze before she spoke, "Did you forget?"

He darted his eyes up to hers, now noting the nervousness in them.

"I can't get injured – in any way."

It clicked.

"Ah, that's really inconvenient." Piers exhaled, visibly annoyed, tapping the side of her neck with his index finger lightly, "So how long does it take for it to heal, then?"

She blinked up at him, humming as she darted her eyes to the side to think, "Uh, I don't know. I've never really tested it."

She did get tested on other stuff that was actually painful but that's beside the point.

That was more than enough to make him grin, tilting his head down so his nose bumped along the side of her jawline, his breath on her skin making her shiver and her hands shot to his shirt by his waist.

"Let's test it." He spoke, butterfly kisses trailing down her neck before his lips found their place near that certain spot.

So Ah stifled her sounds as he started his erotic experiment. His lips were soft and wet on her, teeth would barely graze and bite the skin just to keep her on the edge of her seat. His hands had other intentions, one roaming up to her chest. His hesitance showed just a little but hearing a moan from her when he gave her bosom a gentle squeeze took that way from him.

As Piers kneaded her breast through her dress, he focused on that sweet spot under her ear, earning a louder whine and a slight arch of her back to his hand. It was then he knew – she had sensitive bosoms.

"Mmh," So Ah breathed out, growing dizzy from all the stimulations that just was not enough – but it was enough to make her cunt squeeze around nothing. She could substantially feel her arousal beginning to soak her once damp panties again.

Piers was more than amused about his, purring against her neck as he licked the sore spot. His other hand was pressed onto the bed by her side to keep himself up with one knee mere inches away from her core.

"Who knew that the shy woman from the BSAA," Piers murmured coyly, gazing down at the bruising spot before directing his attention to her jawline, "Would be this responsive?"

The hand on her bosom reached down to untie the ribbon around her waist and the dress loosened on her form. It exposed her heaving chest and the bra caught his eyes. He leaned up a bit and lifted up the edge of her dress to take a peek at her underwear.

It was a matching set.

"Jesus Christ, baby," Piers exhaled heavily, a groan seeping its way through at the sight of her in lingerie.

His stare itself would’ve made her blush for days – and it just might. Her brain was racking for something to break the stare and to, feebly, distract her from his enticing touches on the skin of her thighs that were inching higher and higher by the second.

“W–wait,” The quiver in her voice stopped him, the tips of his fingers mere inches away from her panties and he looked up at her, “Can we, uhm, put some music on?”

Piers blinked, tilting his head to the side a little with that confused puppy look, “You wanna… Play music while we’re doing this?”

“Yeah, I mean,” She cleared her throat, cheeks dusted red, “Everyone has a playlist for… Instances like this.”

Piers snorted at her wording, trailing his hands up to caress her knees gingerly, “You have a sex playlist?”

So Ah sputtered before shutting her legs with a huff, denying him from herself, “Can’t believe you’re still bullying me despite what we’re doing.”

“No, no, no, okay, okay.” Piers laughed at her action of hiding herself which he found very endearing, shaking his head as he cooed, “I’m sorry, baby – we can play something. Here, I’ll use my playlist.”

He leaned back onto his knees and brought out his phone from his pocket as she shot him a look, “Of course, you’d have a playlist.”

He chuckled as he was seemingly searching for it though his eyes were focused on something else she couldn't quite put a finger on – she shrugged it off that he was just skimming to pick the first song.

"You said it yourself," Piers looked up at her as he towered over her whilst maintaining eye contact and set the phone down by the nightstand with a cheeky grin, "Everyone has a sex playlist."

With that, he kissed her deeply as her ears pricked up to the smooth song playing from his phone. Obviously, it was about – you guessed it – sex.

Very classic.

Piers pulled away a bit, nose bumping hers in the process, a faint smile coming to his lips when her legs had widened to give him more space. He bundled up her dress once he scooted closer, giving her a look that only said; Do you want to?

So Ah only managed a nod, “Mhm.”

Piers pulled her by the arm to sit up before taking off her dress. His eyes shone, enthralled by the sight of her softly toned body. The lingerie she wore complimented her skin to the T and he could swear he had never seen something so beautiful before. His eyes land on the tattoo of a potted plant under her right bosom on the side along with a cute mole next to it.

“Woah,” He caressed the skin, voicing his surprise, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

“Ah, I got one after dealing with the outbreak in California,” So Ah said, growing shy under his stare, “Even though the one I currently own is not the same one, the original Minty kept me company when I was living in LA.”

“M… Minty kept you company?” Piers furrowed his brows, remembering a similar potted plant at the table by the balcony, “Were you living alone?”

“Yeah, my siblings visited at some point but other than that, I was alone.” She then shrugged, “Not that I minded it, to be honest… Though I think I… Wished I knew someone around.”

Living in LA was absolutely new to her. She didn’t know anyone other than the self-proclaimed neighbourhood lady. Her neighbour next door barely spoke to her, keeping his distance. Again, she didn’t mind as she was introverted – but having a friend back then wouldn’t have been such a bad idea.

“I had Minty to talk to at least,” She sighed, trailing his eyes down to his hand and then blinked at his silence, snapping her eyes back up at him, “Oh no, did I ruin the mood? Shit, I didn’t–”

“No, you didn’t ruin anything,” He shook his head, cradling her cheeks and gazing intently into her eyes as he teasingly asked, “Did you seriously talk to a plant?”

She pushed him away with a whine, scoffing, “You try living in a foreign city on your own.”

Piers snickered as he kept his hold on her, “It’s very adorable,” His thumb swiped the apple of her cheeks, eyes growing gentle, “Insane, but adorable.”

He pressed his lips against hers to get her to lean back to the bed. His lips plush against hers, soft but assertive. His hands roamed lower to the sides of her torso, the pads of his fingers caressing her skin along the way as his lips moved passionately with hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning softly against his lips and her back arched a bit off the bed when she felt his hands trying to ease under her back. Piers smiled at her responsive nature, humming lowly into the kiss as his hands snuck to the bra’s clasp, unclipping them with little to no struggle.

The kiss teetered into a breathless and airy territory, Piers pulling away for a moment only to kiss her again, his brows furrowing at the intensity. He slowly, but eagerly, slipped down the straps of her bra before pulling it all away.

Piers broke the kiss with a moist pop, panting as his eyes darted down to her chest. So Ah gulped heavily, staring up at him as he mindlessly tossed the bra aside. It toppled off the edge of the bed but really, none of them cared.

Her bosoms were definitely the perfect size for him, her buds were rosy pink and hardened, revealing to him just how sensitive they were. There were a small mole under her right breast with her hips being faintly decorated with stretch marks. Her cheeks were redder than even under his desire-blown gaze.

“You’re staring…” So Ah mumbled, growing shy as she covered her chest.

Piers blinked as if whatever trance he was in was broken only to chuckle, tenderly grasping her wrists to ease them away, “Sorry, you’re just too damn pretty.”

His smile only widened into a cheeky one when he noticed how heavily she was blushing, leaning down to peck her lips once before trailing his lips lower. A shaky sigh emitted from her, her chin tilting up at the butterfly feeling of his kisses going lower and lower till–

“Nnh!” So Ah couldn’t conceal the sudden squeak when Piers dragged his tongue over her nipple, his eyes fluttered shut to relish in her heavenly sounds and the feeling of her soft skin beneath his tongue.

His lips pursed down, sucking on her bud as his free hand kneaded the neglected bosom. Her chest was heaving as she held onto his arm and the other gripping the pillow beneath her head. Her sounds were constant, sometimes ending on a higher pitch whenever he’d teasingly and lightly bite the sensitive nipple.

Her head fell back onto the pillow, her back arching once again as Piers noisily sucked and licked her bosom, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses and obvious hickies – that would be gone within a minute.

Piers peeled his eyes open, trailing his sharp gaze up to her flushed face as he grinned at the loud moan she made when he nipped at the hardened bud. It was practically a devious grin, snickering to himself and he shifted his kneading on her other breast to have her nipple placed between his index and his middle finger – and he pinched, earning a hitched sound from her.

Curiosity got the best of him, trailing his other hand down even lower to her panties when he pressed the pads of his two fingers against her sore and needy clit through the thin fabric of her underwear. She was soaked, in addition to her first orgasm, Piers knew she was drenched.

“S–shit,” So Ah let out a whimper, legs trembling a little when she felt him rubbing her slowly and her hand shot to the back of his head, her heart starting to pound at being stimulated just right.

Piers was such a tease, and for what?

He applied an experimental pressure, picking up the pace and he audibly chuckled at the erotic sound he pulled from her lips. In a moist pop, Piers pulled away from her nipple only to start kissing up her neck, nearing her ear to give her a little break from all the pleasure.

She was sure if he kept this up, she’d cum again – and he was well aware of that.

“Did anyone ever eat you out?” Piers shamelessly asked lowly, his lips brushing against the skin right under her jaw.

So Ah’s throat was running dry, swallowing thickly to regain some of her composure, “Uhm, my ex… But rarely.”

“And how was it?”

So Ah blinked at the ceiling, her attention diverted from his sinful kisses, “Why do you wanna know?”

Piers exhaled, scooting his knees closer to have her legs on either side of his hips and he leaned up to look at her, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Just curious.” He replied, his hazels plainly scanning her face and body to see just how flustered he’s got her.

She eyed him suspiciously before bringing up her shoulders, avoiding his eyes, “I wouldn’t know. I never… Finished.”

He visibly froze and he looked up at her, shocked, “What?”

“I faked it just to, you know, get to the last part of this.” So Ah continued as if it was a normal occurrence in her previous relationship – which it was.

For a second, Piers stood there dumbfounded before he cackled, but not at her, “What a loser – wanna know how it feels to cum like that?”

She gave him an unimpressed look, hiding her anticipation, “What, are you like… The greatest guy alive to eat a girl out?”

Piers only grinned cockily, “Is that a yes?”

Again, she swallowed down her heart that bounced up to her throat at how confident he looked and she nodded, face flushed.

“Better hold tight then, I’m about to give you the best head ever.” He whispered, leaning down to peck her cheek, “And don’t worry about being a mess. I like it messy.”

Piers scooted down, dragging his fingers down her sides to tease the hem of her panties. His eyes darted up to her for a quick glance, “You can tap out whenever, okay?”

“Okay…” She nodded, fighting the urge to cover her face and close her legs when he slowly slid her panties off.

“Just relax…” He mumbled, feeling how tense her legs were, pining her thigh to the bed with one hand and he gently squeezed the plush flesh. The other arm goes around her thigh, and he flattened his hand on her abdomen to try and keep her still.

His eyes were half-lidded, practically glued to her soaking cunt, glistening right beneath his gaze. One last reassurance, he shot her a quick glance.

“You can tap out whenever, okay?”

She nodded shyly, "Okay…"

Piers was different from what she expected. He was always full of surprises in every possible aspect she could think of. She didn’t even know that he’d make her–

“Oh~!”

So audible.

Piers focused on the task at hand – or tongue in this case. His tongue was greedy and eager to explore all of her, from her core to her clit, he was ruthless. A giver. Messy. It didn’t help that he was precise with his ministrations, instantly finding that pattern to repeat over and over again.

His hand tightened on her thigh when it twitched up, forcing it back down onto the bed as he pinned her hips by her abdomen down as well. His tongue trailed up and down before lapping at her pearl, pursing his plum lips around it to give it a suck.

That pushed a loud hitched mewl from her lips, her eyes almost squinting shut and her hand shot down, fingers tangling on his messy spiked-up hair. He peeled his eyes open, staring intently up at her through his lashes, his mouth and tongue still at work.

His ears would prick up at the heavenly sound of her attempting to call out his name but it falls to a whimper, her chest heaving with her face flushed red. The sight was sending his mind and body into overdrive, his hips grounding into her bed uncontrollably to receive some friction.

“Fuck, you taste so good…” Piers groaned into her pussy, his lips and chin shimmering under the warm light coming from her table lamp, and his fingers dug into her flesh, nearly tugging her closer to him, “Can’t get enough.”

“Nnh! Piers!” So Ah managed to cry out when she felt his persistent tongue trace infinite circles right into that spot, making her see stars – and she didn’t even cum.

Yet.

Piers knew she was close, humming in acknowledgement which sent vibrations right through her sensitive bundle of nerves. He kept his movements intense but steady, knowing better than to let the sensations rise and fall too fast on their own – that way when she crashes, she crashes hard.

Her hips writhed, pushing him to ease her thigh over his shoulder and he grabbed onto her forearm instead. That caused her to release his hair and latch onto his arm, her nails digging into his skin.

The slurping and smacking noises only became more audible and constant, mixing sinfully with her moans and pitched hitches of breaths. The tension in her lower abdomen was tightening to the point she felt it deep within her heart, and she could’ve sworn the pounding of her heart was reaching her ears. Her breaths grew laboured, unable to inhale completely without breaking it with a whine.

Piers grunted as his hips rutted into the sheets, his cock aching behind his boxers for actual friction. The bed wasn’t doing it any justice. Her cries got louder that he was so sure they would get a noise complaint, but let’s be honest, while So Ah cared what others thought of her, Piers couldn’t give less of a fuck.

All he cared about was making her scream, and that meant both with an ‘s’ and without.

Her grip on his arm showed that she needed something to make her feel grounded, and so he released her arm only to grab her hand which she instinctively interlocked fingers with his. He pulled himself closer to her sweet cunt, dragging his crotch on the bed which pushed a groan out of him, muffled by her folds.

That sent her over the edge, her whole body convulsing as her back arched off the bed with a cry. The fiery pleasure shot through her chest and straight all over her body, gushing over his tongue as she went cross-eyed for a split second before she squeezed her eyes shut.

The high sent her back down to the mattress, pushing a heavy shuddered breath out of her lungs as if she got the air knocked out of her. Her legs were trembling as small moans escaped from her lips.

Piers let her ride it out, his tongue keeping up that insistent circles as he gulped down her juices, feeling ever so egotistical and cocky at her orgasm. Soon enough, he released her visibly pumping clit and rested his head on her thigh with a lazy and satisfied – very smug – grin on his glistening lips. His hand caressed and squeezed her thigh, easing her tremors down, observing the way her pearl was twitching from the intensity of her climax.

So Ah breathed heavily, having her arm over her flushed face as her body felt all melted and droopy.

“So?” Piers had the audacity to ask, his voice gravely, “How was that?”

“Wow… Just wow…” She panted, dropping her arm to the pillow next to her and lifted up her head a bit to look down at him only to notice the mess he had made.

His saliva was coating her cunt, and that was mixed with her cum. He wasn’t lying about making a mess. He caught her bashful but surprised stare and kissed her inner thigh before releasing her thigh and hand.

“You good to go another around?” He asked, raising himself up to his knees with an exhale as he took off his shirt, exposing those abs for her eyes to feast on and her mind to instantly study for an art piece in the future.

“Did you have to be that… Messy?” She answered with a question, looking back up at him and his grin just widened.

He chuckled, swiping his thumb against her clit to make her breath hitch, “I’m just getting you all ready for me, dollface.”

So Ah found herself finally able to catch her breath properly as he got off of the bed, sliding down his pants and boxers completely and her eyes widened comically at the girth of his cock.

Describing it won’t do justice – not one bit.

He climbed back onto the bed, crawling to be in between her legs and she shook her head profusely, her cinnamons frozen at the stiffened erection of his.

“Fuck no.”

Piers blinked, freezing up and he looked at her, “What?”

Did I do too much?

Should I have stopped before?

Did I do something wrong?

Did she not feel goo–

“That thing is not gonna fit, are you insane?!” So Ah exclaimed, pulling her legs close to her body where she shut them.

Piers stayed still, now unsure with a breathy laugh, “I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not.”

So Ah went silent for a bit, looking down at his crotch and then up at him, swallowing thickly as she reminded, “Piers, I haven’t done this in a while…”

Those hazels of his softened and he leaned over her, cradling her cheeks as he gave her a look of reassurance, “Hey, we can stop now and I can take care of it on my own – I’d just need some time in the bathroom and–”

“No, I… I still want to do this,” She interrupted, releasing a sigh as she relaxed her legs slightly, “Can you be gentle?”

Piers smiled and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, “Yeah, of course. I’ll take it slow.”

He sat back, his hands rubbing on her thighs as he lined himself up but then he stopped, seemingly a bit panicked as he turned to look at his jeans, “Shit, I didn’t bring a condom.”

“There’s no need.” She whispered with a shy smile on her face, “I’m on birth control.”

His eyes visibly lit up at this, relaxing as he joked, “Christmas came early this year, huh?”

She snorted at this and tilted her head down so she can watch him scoot closer. His hand was jerking himself off to ease some of the tension, his brows furrowing deeply with muffled moans.

Reminder that describing it won’t do any justice.

His bigbig cock was visibly throbbing, with angry and bulging veins trailing up to a red tip. It was almost the girth of a Coke can, and probably around five and a half inches – if not a bit bigger. It was already oozing with pre-cum, and he was well shaved with faint hair crowning his dick and trailing up to the bottom of his belly button.

A happy trail.

He rubbed her clit with the blunt tip, grinding his hips back and forth to drag the underside of his cock over her wetwet pussy. A muffled moan emitted faintly from her, grabbing onto his arm as she caught on that he was using her arousal and previous orgasm as lubrication.

Piers traced circles on her clit with the tip with an airy chuckle as he held her leg apart, “Fuck, d’you hear that?”

He tapped his cock against her clit numerous times, making her yelp and her hips twitch. The moist smacking noise emitted audibly in between her legs, showing exactly just how drenched she was.

“All nice and wet just for me, hm?” He murmured, wincing at yet another ache of his boner, “Jesus Christ, just seeing this might make me cum.”

Her lips moved before she could even have a second thought, “Why don’t we have a bet then?”

Piers raised a brow at her sudden suggestion, “A bet?”

It was clear it was her anxiety trying to impulsively prolong the moment before he’d actually slide into her. She didn’t seem to be aware of it, nodding with a faint and nervous smile.

“Yeah.”

He humoured her, humming, “Okay, what do you wanna bet on?”

“Uhm… Whoever finishes first gets to, uh…” She trailed away for a second, “Cook breakfast tomorrow.”

Piers snorted before laughing light-heartedly, shaking his head. It surprised him enough that it sent him into a giggling fit, giving her a teasing but challenging look.

One of them hated waking up super early in the morning.

“You sure you wanna do that?”

And it wasn’t him.

“Mhm, I like my eggs runny.” She squirmed beneath him, smiling coyly, “Besides, I just came like a minute ago, unlike you.”

Piers followed her glance to his cock, seeing that he was clearly not lasting a minute in her. That fueled his competitive side, throwing him back to that game night. His smile turned into a devilish one as he aligned himself up, the tip teasing her core.

“Feels deja vu, doesn’t it?” He tilted his head to the side, “Think you’re going to win?”

So Ah shrugged as if nonchalant but he could see the devious sparkle in those fiery cinnamons of hers, “Think you can last?”

“Oh, babe,” Piers gave her a pout that was nothing of pity, “You’re in trouble.”

Huh–

Her voice died up in her throat when he pushed himself in – but not all the way, keeping in mind to be gentle just for her.

He didn’t go all the way in, but the stretch was–

“Oh, shit,” Piers cursed under his breath, stopping halfway and his brows knitted deeply, eyes narrowed, “You gotta be fucking kidding me…”

Never mind the stretch right now, the way her walls were squeezing the ever-living hell out of him was tensing up his grip on her thigh. He was already breathless, if not unsure to keep moving without cumming first. He was soso close from all the grounding against the bed, but he was so caught up with the taste of her to realise.

He inhaled through his nose before exhaling a faint okay, shifting his grip to her hip and the other hand shot to the sheets next to her body.

So Ah held onto his arm and the other around his wrist, pressing her lips into a thin line to muffle her whimper when he slowly moved his hips back. It was obvious by the shakiness of his breaths and by how hard he’d dig his fingers into her flesh before loosening up a little, careful not to hurt her.

Her lips parted, trailing her eyes up to him only to see him staring down at her body as if one look at her face would make him crumble. Pushing a soft moan out of her when he slid into her again, Piers muffled his grunt, squeezing his eyes shut at the intensity of this all – and he stopped.

“F–fuck, wait…” He shuddered, “I… Give me a sec…”

It was so difficult to hold back the massive urge to spill – but what faltered his patience was the way she looked so ravished. She had the audacity to be an angel laying beneath him all bare, her cinnamons shimmering under the warm light of her lamp, her skin redder in some areas, indicating that all those lovebites were almost healed, and god forbid, her sounds.

God, why would he agree to that useless bet when he could’ve just fucked her stupid instead?

“W–what?” So Ah panted, gulping heavily as the corner of her lips went up into a cunning smile, “You look like… You’re gonna c–”

“I said give me a fucking second.” Piers snapped harshly and avoided looking into her eyes, and on any other day, So Ah would actually shut up but seeing how hard he was trying to keep his composure, this all made her feel hotter on the inside.

“M–mh… Fine,” She hummed, her leg twitching when she could practically feel his cock pulsing inside of her – or halfway inside.

“It’d be a shame… If you came first.”

Someone should’ve taught her not to poke a bear with a stick.

That hit Piers’ huge ego hard, and his patience shattered. His glare would’ve bore holes into her skull, releasing the sheets and for a second, she thought he had had enough.

Maybe she poked fun a little too much. He thought he wasn’t all that for her just half an hour ago, she should be kinder. Gentler. Swee–

His fingers travelled between her legs, the pads of his middle and ring making contact with her sore and swollen clit, still sensitive from her previous orgasm, and he rubbed it expertly and fast.

A shriek left through her lips, her voice hitching up in her throat as her body convulsed and her sound echoed loudly in the room. The adrenaline shot through her veins, her pussy on fire from his assault on her puffy clit with his cock still inside of her.

“Pier–!” She squeaked, tears of pleasure brimming in the corner of her eyes, “Not f–fair!”

“We’re not playing fair. You never did.” Piers pressed the palm of his free hand against her abdomen, pinning her to the bed and stilling her writhing and squirming.

He was rough with it, bringing her closer and closer to another explosive orgasm. He barely moved his dick, if not a little deeper just so she’d be well aware of how he’s got her.

All slutty and needy.

“What’s the matter, doll?” Piers mocked whilst flicking her clit in a chaotic pattern, leaning over her slightly to meet her eyes that were now refusing to connect with his.

His hand reached up for her jaw, gripping it and forcing her to look at him, a smug smirk growing on his face at how much of a mess he’s got her, “Are you cumming already?”

“F–fuck! Yea– god!” She cried out and held onto his wrist with both hands, a tear escaping down her temple before the knot snapped, her teary eyes rolling to the back of her head as she gushed all over his cock.

Piers failed to hide his wince but she didn’t notice it anyways, too lost in the haziness of it all before he finally released her clit and grabbed her trembling thighs to wrap them around his hips and–

Stars.

Piers didn’t stop, fucking into her so ruthlessly with his whole girth and length. His hips were slamming against her as if actively attempting to bruise her and her body bounced uncontrollably with each powerful thrust. Her cinnamons were seeping tears, mixed with her mascara and eyeliner, her lipstick smudged and she was just fucked out of her mind.

She could do nothing but moan and whine helplessly and loudly. Not like she could do anything else.

Piers growled, pinning both of her arms down beside her and pushing his knees closer to keep her legs hooked over his waist. That consequently sent his cock even deeper, a smidge away from her cervix. The stretch was godly.

While her ex was on the longer side, Piers was on the thicker and heavier side. Her silken walls were tighttight all around, breaking the rest of his restraints and merely forgetting ever needing to be gentle with her. He would’ve remembered if it weren’t for her moans and cries of his name along with all the sensations and the way her squelching pussy was squeezing his cock.

It was messy and filthy, her cum on her inner thighs and the bedsheet, coating his thick cock. It went in sort of dry once and now it was just glistening with her slick juices. His hawk eyes followed the motion of her body, seeing how her bosoms were bouncing, her buds hard and rosy. Her face was redred, unable to hide it with how her arms were pinned.

And then he caught a glimpse of a bump in her lower abdomen, realizing he could see his heavy girth fucking into her. It shot fiery pleasure through him at the sight.

“Pier–ier–ier–s’ oh, god!” Her voice was whiney and pitched, shaking with each thrust, “Plea–he–he–heas! S–s–slow dow– I’m gonna c–hum!”

“Cum for me, baby,” Piers grunted, the skin-slapping skin sounding off along with the moistness of it all, “C’mon, you can do it, can’t you?”

“Y–yes!”

“Good girl,” He let go of her arms to grab her squirming hips, pinning her to the mattress once again as his thrusts went erratic, “Now, don’t move one little bit.”

That praise.

That godforsaken praise.

Her back arched, her hands grasping onto his arms so hard that her nails marked his skin and a vulgar moan left through her lips. Her world darkened for a moment, her head tilting back into her pillow with a cry as the pleasure sent burning tremors all over her bones.

Piers failed to muffle his moan, tugging her hips closer to have his cock as deep as he could go and he wrapped his other arm around her arched back, pulling her chest to chest where his face pressed up against the crook of her neck.

His cum spurted out thickly, the orgasm so intense it left his thighs shaking and toes curling over the sheets. His moan was boyish, almost a whimper when her walls clamped even tighter around his pulsating cock, practically milking him dry. The hotness and warmth of it all was felt, filling her up so that some of it seeped out of her in between them.

Her voice fell to a broken whimper and her arms went around his torso where her nails clung onto his toned back, the virus within her spreading in an instant to patch up any bruises or marks Piers had involuntarily caused.

The aftermath left both of them panting heavily and utterly spent. It was quiet, minus their breathing and the playlist which was on a loop because the first song was playing once again. So Ah didn’t dare to move, chest feeling heavy from blooming and her dazed eyes barely open, staring at the ceiling.

Lazy kisses were pressed onto her sweaty skin, trailing up to her jaw and the corner of her lips before stopping. Piers gazed into her eyes, letting go of her hip to cradle her cheek gingerly. His thumb wiped away a stray tear, his fingers threading with her sprawled hair under her head.

There was nothing but love in that look – and it nearly spilt from his tongue.

“Not bad for our first time?” He murmured, his mint breath wafting over her face as she could feel his lips brushing against hers with every word.

So Ah couldn’t help but smile faintly, knowing those three special words were on the tip of her tongue as well. Her hands caressed the angry red marks on his back. Although she’d heal overnight, Piers was going to be having scratches for a few days.

And he’d wear them with pride.

She whispered, her voice hoarse, “Y–yeah… Not bad at all…”

Piers chuckled breathlessly at that, grinning when a giggle came from her, and he closed the distance between them for a searing but gentle kiss. His lips moulded with hers like they were made for one another.

Maybe they were.

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One More? | Piers x OC Maxine

Rating: Mature/Explicit (No sex, but things get frisky)

Summary: It's been months since Piers and Max kissed for the first time, but neither of them can stop thinking about it. They both want one more.

So they take more.

And more.

And more, until they can't.

Check it out on ao3!

This work is part of a one-shot series! Please see my SWSH Masterlist for the recommended reading order. -> This fic is a direct sequel to this one!

Piers laid in bed, a guitar draped across him while he zoned out on the ceiling and strummed aimlessly. His recently washed, still damp hair was conditioned and detangled, and his coziest sweatpants and t-shirt were on. He was just about ready to turn in for the night (or was it morning, at this point?) until his thoughts kept him awake long enough to give up trying.

The whole point of kissing Max was to get that milestone out of the way and move on with their lives. Things were a little weird for, like, one day before it all went back to normal. And that was months ago. He was happy, and as far as he could tell so was Max.

So why was he still so hung up on that night?

How was it that, if he really concentrated, he could still taste the minty toothpaste that lingered on her tongue, feel the softness of her lips, and smell faint hints of the strawberry-vanilla perfume she wore that day?

He’d reluctantly accepted ages ago that he had feelings for her. Big ones. They came before they even made that stupid deal to be each other’s first kisses in the first place… but he’d always been able to push those feelings aside. At least until his birthday, just a month before they kissed. Probably because that’s when he realized it was actually going to happen.

…And when it did happen, it felt like a dream he never wanted to wake from. A song he never wanted to stop singing. A deep, rich cup of coffee he never wanted to drain.

He stopped playing. As he recounted that night for what felt like the billionth time, he dragged his hands down his face and groaned out a curse. He was so fucked.

—

Max and Piers shared bedroom walls, and completely by coincidence, had arranged their tiny spaces so that their beds were against said wall. So on nights like this where Piers would utilize an ampless guitar to ease his mind, Max had a backstage pass.

She was laying in her own bed, listening on while dealing with her own troubles – the same inner turmoil of really liking her best friend but not feeling able to do anything about it – when the melody of one of her favorite songs quietly echoed into her room from Piers’. Go figure.

She sighed, shutting her eyes. Trying to let her friend’s music and her sleeping Misdreavus’ soft, almost gaseous hair between her fingers lull her to sleep.

It wouldn’t come easily, though. She wanted to kiss him again. She didn’t like to admit it to herself — she almost felt guilty about it, for whatever reason — but she’d never craved anything more in her life. Nothing compared to the bliss she felt with his smile pressed against her own.

Sleepy and a little delirious, she wondered if the universe was giving her a nudge. If Piers playing this song specifically was her sign to go in there and kiss him again. To smooch him silly.

She curled up on her right side, abandoning Misdreavus in favor of grabbing and snuggling her Frosmoth plushie from beside her pillow. A plushie Piers had gotten her a year or two ago, after she lamented having a hard time catching a real one of her own just a day prior to that.

Arc’s sake, that was so sweet of him. And now it was her favorite plushie, because it was one of her favorite pokemon, and because it was so soft, and because it was from him, and because of the toothy grin on his face when he handed it to her, and–

Shit.

Max knew that going to Piers’ room while she felt this deep in her feelings was stupid, but she figured, maybe the best person to distract her from thinking about Piers was the man himself. Reverse psychology or something. Yeah. Sure. Whatever.

Piers stopped playing, and Max heard him grunt a seemingly irritated “fuck” just after.

Was he okay?

…Was this her in? Her excuse to head over?

Fuck it.

She got out of bed and quietly made her way to Piers’ door before softly rapping on it a few times. Piers knew it was Max visiting since Marnie usually just yelled through the barrier.

Speak of the devil…

“Yeah?”

The doorknob clanked around a bit as it turned, Max poking her face through the small opening. She didn’t want to be too invasive, feeling self-conscious now that she was here and seeing him. Didn’t want to wake Marnie from her own room nearby by having a whole conversation from Piers’ door either, though.

Piers huffed out a laugh at how silly Max looked – her deep blue eyes curiously staring into his goddamn soul through the crack she allowed herself – as he waved her over. He stood up to place his guitar back on its stand before flopping down in the same spot he’d been laying in a moment before. He solidified his view on the ceiling while Max unceremoniously plopped down next to him, landing on her belly and resting a cheek to her folded forearms.

“Y’sounded grumpy. Everything okay?”

Piers sighed and shut his eyes. He wanted to tell her what was going on, but how could he? Opening his weary lids and turning his face towards Max’s, he said, “Yeah. Just thinkin’ too much.”

“About what?”

You. “Y’know… stuff.” He tacked on for the comedic value, “Things, even.”

That earned him a chuckle from Max. Couldn’t help his own grin from creeping up in response.

“So poetic,” she played along, letting his obvious diversion slide. If he didn’t wanna talk about it, she wouldn’t make him.

“I’ll be one of the greats in literature textbooks someday,” he wagged his finger at her, “you just wait for it.”

“We’ll be dead before either of us know if it’s true.”

“Think we could reincarnate as ghost-types to find out?”

“Wouldn’t reincarnation mean we don’t remember our past lives, though? Wouldn’t we have to just… sorta evolve into them?”

Piers answered Max’s questions with his own. “Do y’think dead people ever evolve into ghost-type pokémon?”

“Only one way to find out,” Max muttered, putting a finger-gun up to Piers’ temple.

He laughed, smacking it away. A short silence passed and he asked, “Are you alright, love?”

Max’s heart stuttered, as it always did when she got called “love,” no matter who was saying it.

…It was just super effective when it came from him.

She swallowed that thought back.

“Yeah, why?”

Piers shrugged and turned onto his side as he observed, “Seems like you’ve got stuff on your mind too.”

“Wizardry…” she tried to deflect.

“Oi,” he glared, “Y’know you can talk to me about anything, yeah?” He was using the same logic that Max did. Reverse-psychology his way into feeling better through exposure, or something…

Was this literal exposure therapy he was putting himself through?

Max sighed, her eyes studying his face. His full face, with gravity keeping his fringe out of his eye. “Yeah, thanks. Just don’t wanna.”

“You sure?”

She nodded. Blinked a few times. Her brows knitted, and then she caved. “No.”

She chewed the inside of her cheek a bit as she lowered her eyes from Piers’ face, looking more through his shoulder than at him at all. Regretted tying her hair up into a high ponytail-bun- thing just an hour or so prior, because all she had to stim with now was her hoodie’s sleeves, and it just wasn’t scratching the same itch.

Piers’ own brows lowered and he watched Max patiently while she found her words.

She took a deep breath in. How to phrase this without being too obvious…

“I just feel kinda lonely, I suppose.” Piers’ brows raised while he waited for Max to elaborate. “Like… physically, I guess?” Oh no. “Wait, no—”

God, that sounded like it had a much more scandalous implication to it than what she meant. She couldn’t help a scrunch of her face while she cringed at her wording, oblivious to Piers’ eyes practically popping out of his skull. He continued to wait, hoping this wasn’t about to be a talk about someone Max wanted to have sex with or something. Wasn’t sure if he could handle that right now.

“I mean, like,” Max struggled, before squeaking out her exasperation and burying her face in her arms. Nothing was working. She sighed again and popped back up a new person, her expression full of determination and cheeks coated with blush as she just went for it. “I wanna kiss.”

Piers’ eyes bugged again.

She saw it this time. Max’s eyes immediately followed.

“Sorry,” she quickly chirped. “I-I didn’t mean—“ She cut herself off from finishing her own sentence. Yeah, she did mean what she said. And she was a damn bad liar. “Nevermind…” she mumbled, retreating face-down again in defeat.

Piers blinked, his stomach going berserk as he watched his friend frustratedly nuzzle her face into her arms.

…She said she was lonely. Physically lonely. She probably just wanted someone to kiss, right?

Was she scared to talk about it because she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea? Was she even asking him for one, or was she just saying it as, like, a general thing?

Piers tried not to think too much into it. Didn’t want to get his hopes up… but he didn’t want to pass on the chance to kiss her again either.

This was a bad idea. He knew it. Didn’t care. His brain turned off. Heart was taking charge.

A beat passed before he calmly responded, “Alright.”

Max peered at him from one eye.

Neither of them said anything for a few seconds before she quietly asked what he meant.

“Kiss me.”

Her eyes widened and her heart skipped. She could feel how rosy her face was getting too. Piers could see it darkening right up. He thought it was cute. He had fun flustering her. Opted to pretend she doesn’t get so easily flushed, at least at that moment; he knew it happened literally all the time, but it was more fun to lie, telling himself she only blushed like that in his presence.

“What?” she practically yelped against her sleeve, “Why?”

Piers shrugged it off. “Why not?” He tried to hide his nervous excitement behind a jovial tone as he continued, “It was fun, and we’re both lonely bastards so...” He leaned in a little closer to Max. “Might as well, yeah?” he asked in a low, comforting tone that made her melt a little.

Their faces were mere centimeters apart. Max took note of the pink on Piers’ cheeks but managed somehow to convince herself that he was just feeling warm as she slunk into her arms a little more in a poor attempt to hide.

…She knew this might be a bad idea too. Much like Piers, though, she let her heart think for her. “You’re sure?” she asked, giving him an out. Just in case.

“Are you sure?”

After rolling onto her side to face him, she gulped down her nerves and nodded.

And after scanning over Max’s complexion to decide if he believed her, Piers pulled her closer by the waist without a word and pressed his lips to hers. Rather than settling in, Max let out a surprised squeak, putting her top palm against Piers’ shoulder in succession. She turned her head towards the pillow below them, barking out a nervous laugh.

Piers would’ve been worried this was all just some cruel joke if it weren’t for the fact that Max barely had a mean bone in her body.

“What?!” he smiled.

“You- you immediately went for it,” Max exclaimed, muffled by the pillow. She continued as she came up for air, nose crinkled with a fit of laughter that she struggled to keep quiet, “It caught me off guard!”

While his own chest shook with laughter, Piers brought his hand from Max’s lower back to her warm cheek. “No shit, what else should I have done?!”

Max tried to ignore how nice it felt to have Piers’ palm on her face again. Her giggles died down. “I don’t know!”

“Fuckin’ dork.” Eager to kiss more and curious to see if he would pry more laughter from his friend, Piers dove back in as he spoke, punctuating the sentence with a comically harsh kiss; the kind that puts pressure on the side of your nose, and squishes the inside of your lips against your teeth.

Smiles still ghosted both their mouths, but Max managed to reciprocate this time, letting out one last amused huff through her nose while she gently moved her own palm to Piers’ face. The one closer to the bed fidgeted with one of the strings on her hoodie, while Piers’ respective arm was hidden beneath his pillow.

Although Piers’ second advance was firm, the way he and Max settled in was anything but. It was more composed than the last time they’d kissed, now that they actually knew how to kiss a person, with each movement patiently calculated.

As time stretched on, they grew closer. Silently agreed to make as much contact as they could possibly manage. They pressed their torsos together atop Piers’ dark, silky sheets, and comfortably allowed their legs to intertwine; and their hands roamed each other’s faces, hair, backs and hips, learning each other's curves and edges with a calm curiosity rather than rushed desperation. It was cozy, save for the awkward angles they needed to maneuver their heads in.

They had no idea how much time had passed since they began, both of them perfectly content to just keep going until the cramping in their necks got to be too much. Acknowledging their discomfort at the same time, though, they pulled back. The tips of their noses touched as they laid their cheeks flat to the pillow.

Piers mourned the loss of Max’s hand on his skin as she lifted it to the side of her neck, giving it a little massage. Max felt the same when Piers mimed her.

Her intense focus on the lower half of Piers’ face flustered him…

It shouldn’t have. She just wanted someone to kiss. That’s all. That’s what he kept telling himself, at least.

She broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper as her eyes raised to his, “This would be easier if our damn noses weren’t here.” Gave his nose a nudge with her own for emphasis.

Piers nudged back. “You have a Bisharp.”

“I do...”

“We could ask it to chop ‘em off.”

Max snorted a little. “Sounds excessive.”

“Desperate times, or whatever.”

“So dramatic!”

“Arc forbid I wanna keep my neck in tact,” he grumbled.

“Arc forbid we just change positions.”

Theatrically rolling his eyes and sighing, Piers flopped over on his back, letting his arms slap down next to him.

“You look like a… a really grumpy fish,” Max concluded as she leaned up onto her palm. She pivoted a little too, allowing herself to hover over Piers without caging him in.

Flashing his sharp canines with a playful grin, Piers asked, “What, like a Gyarados?”

Max checked Piers out. Her eyes roamed him while she tilted her head and squinted, part of her ogling and the other pretending like this was part of the bit. She diagnosed him as “A disgruntled Majikarp.”

“Ha! Piss off.” Piers leaned up, nudging her shoulder as they both laughed.

“Kicking me out already?” Max half-joked, eyes flickering to the door for a moment as she gestured her head in its direction. “I’m hurt!”

“‘Course not.” Piers hooked a finger into the collar of Max’s hoodie and tugged her closer to him. “C’mere.” The playful banter and some post-kiss clarity, whatever the fuck that is, gave Piers some of the confidence he needed to try to keep going.

Wobbling off-balance, Max had to scramble to find somewhere to re-situate her hands as her face steamed. Wound up accidentally pushing Piers down, with one hand on his chest, and the other between his arm and his torso. Max’s eyes were wide as her forehead nearly smashed into Piers’ chin, but his hands on her shoulders saved her.

He was feeling a smidge bashful, having just been pushed down onto his bed by a pretty lady, but the fact that he caused it himself made it more humorous than suggestive. Max was flustered to all hell, but she couldn’t stop herself from chuckling along with him.

While their giggles died down, Max repositioned her face just above Piers’. Their noses were touching again.

…Fuck it.

Piers’ hands both traveled to cup the sides of Max’s neck, his thumbs finding refuge on her cheeks while she wordlessly tilted in for another kiss. There was more oomph to it this time.

Max’s fingers curled against the fabric of Piers’ tee, and he could feel her fidgeting with it. It was completely subconscious, but Piers didn’t know that; he wanted to make sure she was alright to keep going, that she didn’t feel coerced into kissing more. That she wasn’t looking for an out when she suggested exiting before.

He came to the conclusion that she was probably fine and he was overthinking again and he was dumb and of course she wanted to stay, she said she wanted to kiss someone, but it couldn’t hurt to make sure, and—

Before Piers could double check, he felt Max’s tongue shyly swipe his bottom lip.

Oh. Alright then.

She had been blissfully unaware of Piers’ anxious thoughts, too busy crawling through her own. Asking herself if he even wanted any of this. If he was doing this out of pity, rather than because he wanted to. If she would freak him out by trying to make out.

She was elated when she decided to give it a whirl and was met with enthusiasm. He hummed quietly while inviting her in with an air of desperation that made her heart feel palpable in her chest.

His left hand shifted up to the back of her head, pressing her face closer to him, as if he’d never dare to let her go. In turn, Max flattened her palm against his chest, allowing more weight onto it while she lifted her supporting hand to do the same to Piers; her fingers wove their way into his damp mane, cradling his head in place of the pillow.

Just like with their first kiss, this one was steadily growing messier. Heavier. Needier.

Piers decided this still wasn’t enough contact. Muddled beneath Max’s touch, he barely registered that what he was about to do was risky. His hands moved to the brunette’s waist, and without letting his lips leave hers, he lifted her tiny frame onto his.

Max broke off, letting out a startled yelp. She looked down at her legs as if she needed to see herself straddling Piers to confirm that it was happening. Her baggy athletic shorts were riding up a bit too, now that her thighs were spread, rendering them barely visible with how low this hoodie reached on her. Looked scandalous. She and Piers both felt their faces heating up just as quickly as the spaces between their legs.

Piers prayed to Arceus that he could keep himself from getting hard. Or, like, fully hard at least, since that ship had sailed. Being that he was rapidly failing, he also prayed that Max would stay where she was against the upper part of his groin, so that if he did grow fully erect, she maybe probably hopefully wouldn’t feel it.

Neither of them said a word as both chests heaved with each breath of each other’s air. All Max could manage at the moment was to clutch onto Piers’ shirt and stare at what little space there was between them while her forehead pressed to his.

They sat paralyzed for a short few seconds until Max trailed her gaze slowly up to Piers’. They remained in each other’s hungry stares until Max let her vision lower to Piers’ lips instead.

Something in them both snapped. As Max leaned down, Piers craned his neck upward. His hands dragged up from Max’s hips and molded into the curve of her back, while her fist that wasn’t on Piers’ chest had a goddamn death grip on the pillow next to his head.

This kiss was nothing but needy. Their breaths were audible each time they parted for air. Their tongues barely left each other’s mouths. Max could swear at one point she felt a spit string drag between her lips and his, and nearly died at the realization that she found that sexy.

The small, self-soothing, and accidentally tantalizing movements she’d been making with her legs and hips in an attempt to stop herself from giving up all restraint and grinding into Piers were enough to test his will to not buck himself up against her.

There came a point where they failed, together. As their cores made the barest hint of contact, they both gasped. It was almost like a whimper from Max and a groan from Piers. Hearing those noises from each other drove them insane.

Their lips were still touching as they’d paused, trying to decide what was going to happen next. For a short moment their darkened eyes met, but they both abandoned that in favor of more kissing. Decided to just see what would happen if they kept this up.

Feeling bold, Max pressed a little more pressure against Piers, relocating the hand on his pillow onto his cheek. His hands glided over to her hips again, and this time he squeezed them hard, making Max’s closed eyelids flutter.

He gave her a small push. Nonverbally asking her to move back. He gave up trying to hide his arousal. Wanted her to feel what she’d done to him. And she let him move her without a second thought, in turn allowing his sex to rest beneath hers.

Timid in her approach, Max raised herself up so as to be less directly connected to Piers, but still managed to rock against him, each of them taking heady breaths from each other’s opened mouths as she very lightly slid her slit against his length.

Piers pushed back. Wanted more. His lips muffled a whine that Max accidentally let slip while the underside of his dick rubbed against her and he hated himself for not pulling away to hear her.

It was taking every fiber of Max’s being to not beg for him. All she needed to do, really, was shift her shorts over, and he just had to slide his pants down a bit, and then they could have the time of their fucking lives.

Easy as that!

Meanwhile, Piers was just a few heartbeats away from asking her to do exactly that. Even if Max didn’t grant him full access, he just wanted to make her feel good; to learn her body, to study her expressions while she lost herself atop him, to hear her pleasure and taste her moans.

God, they wanted to fuck. Neither of them knew if it was their 21-year-old-virgin hormones, or genuine yearning from the opposite party, but they were both silently debating with their own selves whether or not this was worth the risk…

Until,

“Bro?” a groggy, tiny voice called from the other side of Piers’ bedroom door.

Both sets of eyes shot open. Piers lended Max a hand in practically launching herself off of him. She landed flat on her back and rested her palms over her burning hot face while Piers scrambled himself under the covers to hide his excitement.

“You alright?” he breathed.

Max tilted her head towards him and nodded, lowering her hands, now cozily curled into her sleeves like mittens, to rest against her chest. “You?”

He sighed. “Yeah.” He took a deep, shaky breath, still trying to calm himself. Then, raising his voice to a normal volume, he called out, “What’s up, Marn?”

The young girl, just barely over 9 years old, let herself in. Her old, stained and misshapen plushie of a Morpeko was tucked closely against her chest with one arm while her opposite hand wiped at wet eyes.

“Had another nightmare. Can I sleep here?”

“‘Course,” Piers replied.

Marnie crawled into bed, but instead of curling up to Piers’ side like she usually did on nights like these, she sat herself down with crossed legs right between him and Max.

“Why’re you in here?”

“Weee were…” Max’s eyes flickered between Piers’ and Marnie’s before she settled, “just hanging out.”

“Oh.” A beat passed. “Why’re you breathing so heavy?”

Piers barked out a laugh that he quickly hid behind an exaggerated cough while Max’s heart raced. As she sat up and leaned into her palms, her own lips curled up. She bit her bottom one to try to contain it.

How the hell was she supposed to explain this?

”She had a nightmare too,” Piers covered for her, a smile in his tone.

While Marnie’s attention was turned to her brother, Max shot him a thankful smile, remnants of silent laughter lingering in her breaths.

Swiveling her view back again, Marnie asked Max, “You get bad dreams too?”

“Yeah. All the time, actually,” Max answered truthfully. “And I was just telling him all about it,” she fibbed, nodding in Piers’ direction before continuing with something she truly believed as a little girl: “Did you know that talking to someone about your bad dreams chases them away?”

“Really?!”

“Yeah! All those scary monsters and bad guys are actually very shy,” she claimed matter-of-factly. Marnie broke into a fit of incredulous giggles. “Crazy, right?”

Piers looked on with nothing but admiration as Max treated his little sister as if she was her own. It was something she had always done that Piers would never entirely get used to, after being alone in caring for Marnie for so long.

He was of course happy to see his sister’s spirits being raised, but his heart swelled beyond comprehension as Max told her silly little story to comfort the kid.

“And that,” she looked up at Piers, breaking him from his stupor, “is why you should tell your brother all about your dream.” She gave him a shit-eating grin. Her cheeks were still a little pink from earlier, making the smile look a little extra silly.

This was payback for laughing at her a moment ago. He knew it.

Ignoring his mild annoyance in favor of seeing the stupid, mischievous, adorable look on Max’s face, he played along.

“That’s right,” he shifted his view to his sister, his face soft, “tell me all about those creepy little buggers you’re dealin’ with, will ya?” He lifted his arm to invite her in, and Marnie rolled into place, scrambling underneath the blankets with him.

Max smiled at the view. They’re so darn cute… she thought, I should give them some space.

“I’m gonna go back to my room,” she announced as she stood up and padded across the room. Her hand hovering near the light switch, she asked, “You want the light on?”

Piers looked to Marnie, who looked up at him. There was a hint of fear still lurking in her big, teal eyes.

“Yeah, thanks,” Piers answered.

Max nodded. “Sleep tight, you two,” she grinned.

Marnie responded with a curt nod, snuggling her plushie closer to her face and shuffling closer to Piers. Max looked at them both, but her eyes lingered on Piers’ a wee bit longer. Just enough for him to notice, his cheeks growing a little warm as he reciprocated. “‘Night, love.”

Rather than going back to her room immediately, Max headed to the bathroom to splash her face with cold water. She sure as hell needed it. After drying her skin, she stared at herself in the mirror, wondering what the actual fuck just happened. What would have happened, if Marnie hadn’t interrupted. What was going to happen next.

…If she was seriously planning on tucking herself under her covers and sneakily getting off on what had just happened.

Damn it.

After having a pee, she went back to bed, sent Misdreavus to its ball, and did just that.

—

Later in the day, when she eventually woke up, Max went on with her usual routine:

Brushed her teeth. Showered. Swapped her big cozy bathrobe for actual clothes. Spent an absurd amount of time trying to brush out her thigh-length hair while Misdreavus kept trying to chew it, thus ruining her progress. Eventually got to the point where she could comfortably tie it into low pigtails on each side of her nape, a style she was cozy with.

While this was going on, Piers had already done most of the same. He helped Marnie get ready for the day too, walked her over to a friend’s house, politely dodged that friend’s single mother’s insistence to get to know him better, and headed home, only stopping to grab some cigarettes from a Pokémart along the way.

The whole walk back, his Obstagoon kept him company. Nudged him to make sure he was alright when it sensed things were weird with its trainer. Piers easily distracted it with some scratches on its scruffy neck.

When they got home, Piers sent Obstagoon to its ball and headed straight for Max’s room, unsure of what he was even planning to do when he saw her. He just knew that either they needed to talk, or that he needed her, or something.

Just as he was about to approach her door, it opened — Max was simply leaving to grab some coffee to keep herself energized until her shift at the gym.

The two blinked at one another, Max’s face quickly coating itself in blush. This stare-off lasted a few seconds before Piers spoke up.

“We should...” he trailed off.

Max nodded. “Yeah...” They both sighed. Neither of them moved for a moment. “…You want coffee?” she added.

“Yeah, I can do coffee.”

Piers had already brewed a pitcher earlier with the warming setting flicked on, so there was no awkward waiting around. Max poured Piers a cup and handed it over, knowing he liked it black, then poured her own with the addition of some flavored creamer.

They walked side by side to the sofa. Sat down facing each other on opposite ends, letting their feet bump in the center. Piers stayed upright while Max cuddled against the back cushion at her side.

There was a short silence while they sipped from their mugs and tried to think of what to say.

Max was first to speak, her words softly spoken, “We… probably shouldn’t make a habit of that.”

Looking at his drink, Piers nodded, before seeking out Max’s eyes. Her view remained on her lap, but she saw his nod in her periphery.

She continued, “I know it’s probably hypocritical coming from me since I initiated, but I…” I think I love you. She sighed, rerouting her thoughts. “You’re the most important person to me, like, ever, and I don’t want to lose you just because” I think I want you with every fiber of my being “we’re lonely and…” She paused, then huffed out a laugh in her next words, “quite frankly depraved, y’know?” Then, Max tacked on in a murmur, “I don’t want things to be different.”

Nervously, she made eye contact with Piers, who nodded in agreement. She didn’t know what else to say, and he needed to think about what to say. What he could say that wouldn’t make this harder.

As Max sipped her coffee, Piers spoke up almost shyly, his heart speeding up a bit as he sought out a compromise. “Who said things have t’be different?”

She tilted her head. “Hm?”

Piers chewed his lip for a moment before clarifying, running a hand back through his loose hair, “It’s not like we have to start a whole relationship, or anythin’ serious like that, obviously.” He swallowed hard. He wanted to, to be honest, but Max was right. Things were nice the way they were. He took a deep breath. “We don’t need to stop whatever this is either, though.” He quickly added on, “Unless you want to.”

Max’s eyes were wide as she stared down at her cup. “…Okay.” Unable to help her grin, she looked up, proposing, “We should, like, set some rules though. Or something.”

Piers dove right in, sitting up a little straighter in his victory. “Right. First one, nobody can know. Too much of a racket’ll be made if word gets out.”

“Especially if Marnie finds out”

“Especially if Marnie finds out,” he echoed.

“Second,” Max offered, “I… we… God damn it, words,” she muttered the last bit to herself under her breath. Piers chuckled, watching on fondly as she got herself together. “I-I don't think we should do anything more than kiss.” She felt presumptuous in saying that, but justified, given what almost happened just 10 hours or so prior.

He wanted her, badly, but she was right again.

He teased, “Damn. No pact to fuck at, like, 30 years, then?”

Max laughed, knocking her knee against his. “Shut up!”

Piers took another sip, then held up a finger, “Alright, one more.”

“What’s that?”

“Should limit how often we do this. Lowers our chances of getting caught or getting romantic or whatever.” As if they weren’t already.

Max nodded solemnly. “Yeah…”

More silence passed. It was comfortable, though, each of them lost in their own thoughts as they worked through their coffees.

Max setting her mug onto the end table behind her brought Piers back. He followed suit, then observed Max as she curled back up, her gaze staying near her knees.

She chewed her lip. Piers watched as the pink skin sprung free from her teeth as if he was in a trance.

Barely thinking, he muttered, “I really wanna kiss you again, Max.”

Max’s eyes stayed glued in their spot as her lids instantaneously widened.

They both managed to get through their conversation without talking about their actual feelings for one another, rendering each other oblivious to what the other actually felt. But in that sentence alone, Max thought it sounded an awful lot like Piers wanted her specifically. Like he was admitting something.

She pushed that hope back. He was just lonely.

She met him in the middle as her face softened, “Me too.” She peered up at him and added, “Not yet though.” Gave him a clearly exaggeratedly stern look while she said that, trying to lighten the mood.

That wasn’t helping Piers’ pining at all – he was a sucker for silliness – but he didn’t mind, nor did he say anything about it. He jested back, “So, you wanna schedule meetings for this, then?”

“Quarterly reviews, perhaps.”

“Didn’t know you were a businesswoman.”

Their usual silly banter continued on. How quickly they changed from a somewhat-serious talk to goofing off made it both easier and harder to move on from this, with both of them wanting more, but valuing their close friendship first.

They wouldn’t give moments like this up for anything.

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