Piers Nivans x Reader smut!! (C.W: Scent kink, smut, ovulation, hormones, pheromones, oral (F and M receiving), praise, switches, begging, male whimpering, service switch, edging, brief finger fucking)
Piers was sweet and extremely determined. He would come home exhausted yet happy knowing he did something right, happy that he knew he saved people.
He’d plop down on the couch, still sweaty and grimy from work, but that didn’t stop you from getting on your knees in front of him. You were needy and ovulating and his scent didn’t help your cause. “Baby- please I’m gross right now… I need to shower. I’m all sweat and covered in dirt-“ He protested and grumbled.
“Mhm…” you hummed, it almost sounded like a purr. You climbed his body and helped him out of his tactical gear and jacket. Your hands slipped under the black t-shirt he wore under his gear and touched his abs that were still slick with sweat. You kissed down his neck and felt him squirm beneath you. He always let you do what you want, and he was so sensitive it was pathetic. One graze of his thigh got him hard but small kisses? They made him whimper and you didn’t even need to touch him.
“My love… please I really need a shower. I’m gross-“ he stammered and squirmed as he felt you lick the dry sweat on his collar bone. He let you lift his shirt and kiss down his body, “A-ah fuck- what’s gotten into you baby?” He asked and shifted in his seat. His cock was painfully hard and swollen.
“Missed you…” you mumbled and looked up at him with pupil blown eyes. Your tongue grazed painfully close to his navel and kissing his happy trail made his pelvis twitch. His breath got heavier and his head fell back. His groans filled your ears and when you finally unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his boxer briefs.
He swallowed thickly and threaded his fingers through your hair, wanting to push his dick into your mouth. You clicked your tongue and pulled back to make him whine. His hips jutted, and you gently rubbed his tip with your thumb, smearing pre-cum around the tip. “O-oh~ baby- please I’m so sensitive- mm! Y-you can’t tease me like this…” he whined and you stroked his cock, rubbing the underside of his dick to feel that vein pulse under your thumb.
“You look adorable Piers~” you cooed and giggled, teasing him. His cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, nipples hard, sweat coating his body, and his eyes would flutter and roll back. You stroked his cock from hard and fast to slow and gentle. You made sure to make him whine, to edge him until all he could say was “please” in a choked out cry.
“P-please~ please baby! I need to cum- I wanna cum so bad please.” He cried and you looked at his cock, pulsing and hot in your hand, and back at him. “N-need your mouth- pussy, anything!” He choked and tears welled in his eyes, his hips rocking. “Hah~ just let me cum please…”
You giggled, a cruel, ruthless laugh, and kissed his tip. Your thighs clenched together as you took him into your mouth. Your tongue pressed to the underside of his cock and you hollowed your cheeks to take him as deep as possible. Your nose pressed against his bush that had grown out a bit since he was too tired to shave all the time. The scent made your head spin. Your hormones with his musk and the situation made your pussy clenched. He was whining and moaning and those sounds made you close.
“Fuck fuck fuck~!” He choked and gripped your hair, pressing you deeper until his cock hit the back of your throat. He spilt hot seed down your throat with sweet noses. Your body trembled… fuck you just came from sucking his dick. When he pulled you off his cock to take a breath, he saw your disoriented and teary eyes. He touched your cheeks, “baby- are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He asked and wiped the tears. You shook your head and he noticed how flushed you were and how your thighs trembled. He smirked, “do you feel better or do you need to cum again?” He asked but didn’t wait for an answer as he manhandled you until you were on the couch.
He took off your shirt and didn’t even take off your bra, just pushed it up to suck your tits. He kissed them and swirled his tongue around both nipples until you were arching for him. His hands trailed down your waist and pulled down your pants. “You’re not even wearing underwear? Needy girl.” He grumbled and pulled back to look at your pussy. He was so wet that arousal dropped down to the cleft of your ass.
“A-are you just going to sit and look at it?” You whined and felt tension within you coiled like a spring. He chuckled and leaned in again, kissing your inner thighs before focusing on your cunt. His tongue dipped into your drenched heat and the sound he made was borderline animalistic. “Damn- Piers…” you moaned softly and words couldn’t even describe how fucked out you were.
He kissed your pussy and wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding them open and wrapping his lips around your clit. You cried in ecstasy as he sealed your clit around his lips and flicked it with his tongue. He pulled up for a moment and spat on your pussy before tongue fucking his saliva into your vagina. “You taste so fucking good…” Piers grumbled and pulled away to nip your thigh. He left marks on your inner thigh before sucking your clit again. Two of his fingers pressed into your entrance; the slick of your arousal and his spit made it easy for him to finger you.
Your head was spinning with pleasure, every time you felt like you were going to cum he would pull away. “P-Piers I’m close-“ you choked out and your back was arched like a bow. The coil in your lower belly was tightening, and your hips rocked against his face.
“Please cum, please baby- cum on my face. I need it please-“ he begged for it, to taste it, to feel your cunt milk his tongue. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue again. His nose was pressed against your clit and all he could smell and taste was you. It was perfect and exactly what he needed after a long day at work.
You let out a loud cry and your thighs trembled. Your walls clenched and fluttered around his tongue as your pelvis twitched. Your clit was so swollen that the light pressure of his nose against it made it ache. He didn’t stop thrusting his tongue until every convulsion was wrung out of you. You panted softly, your vision stopped being blurry and the ringing of your ears stopped. “What do you say?” You asked breathlessly.
“Thank you, baby.” Piers whispered and kissed your inner thigh. He sat back in his haunches and looked at you, “can I shower now? Or do you need to be with me while I do that too?” He asked, his voice a bit raspier than before.
You groaned, “well we’re both sweaty now… we might as well save the water bill.” You teased and got up, your legs felt like jelly. He chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you to the shower as his thumb gently traced your hip. What a nice welcome home gift…
