#oopsmyhandslipped

You weren't necessarily a short person, but when next to piers, perspectives often got twisted. Y/N spent a lot more time telling off others than her boyfriend with the short jokes. Piers knew if he pushed his luck, you'd have him flipped onto his back in seconds. Everyone always assumed Piers is the more charged person in the relationship with the punk exterior, but there's a reason you became the champion. One tug of Piers choker and he's a fidgeting flushed mess. The usual gray under his eyes dusts pink and stays there for quite some time. That is until you get him alone, and it only gets worse. You have him back against the door slid halfway down so you could reach his lips. Piers dug his fingers into the fabric of your clothes to keep himself from sliding to the floor. If by some *unexpected* loss of grip on your part, he does manage to fall to the floor, you take this opportunity to straddle his hips. With your knees on either side of him, you have him trapped against the door. The neon lights in his room always illuminate the desperation in his face perfectly. Magenta ran up his cheek and half-lidded gaze with the contrast of his silvery-blue eyes complimenting the fact he was looking between your eyes and your lips, with his own slightly parted. With a shaky breath, He silently pleaded you to claim him. Your hands snuck up from his shoulders to his neck to his jaw. You pulled his face to direct his lips to connect with yours. Your eyes shut, his lashes fluttering against your cheek every so often. Piers adored the sensuality, small gestures that mean so much; Like how when your fingers entangled with the hairs on the nape of his neck, his whole spine shutters. Then both your hands slid down his neck, back to his shoulders to snake them down his arms. This movement slipped his jacket down off his biceps, leaving him to shuck it the rest of the way off his forearms. You take this moment to pull off your shirt. Soon, you both are fumbling with your clothes to remove them. Piers reached behind his head and pulled out the hair tie that sheathed his monstrous mane. After a minute of struggling it through locks and locks of hair, it fell around him. You pushed a few strands behind his ears to see the entirety of his face, hands reaching the back of his head, where one curls into a fist full of hair. You pulled his head back and up. Piers breathed sharply through his teeth, while the corners of his mouth curled into an unintentional grin. You stood, pulling Piers along. He struggled as your grip on him keeps him level with your eyes. You spun Piers with his back towards the disheveled mattress and shoved him down onto it. Before he could get comfortable, you threw yourself onto him while mounting his hips. Piers exhaled when this caused the fabric of his boxers to stretch along his member. You let out a low hum as a similar sensation tightened over your clit. Rocking against his hard-on with your arms behind you, the brassiere keeping you caged flies to the floor with a flick of your deft fingers. A shiver from the cold sensation reaching your breasts had you leaning down to kiss Piers. Piers' lips were rough, thin, and quivered when he let out a low whine as your back arched, hugging your tender breasts against his heaving chest. Piers' arms wrapped around your waist to pull you tightly into him. You never stopped rocking against him, even as your palms coasted down his waist to the hem of his boxers. You shifted them down past his thighs. Through your ardent kisses, Piers whimpered blissfully, and His hips rose to seek friction. When his heat fell intangible onto the air, Piers opened his eyes to find you kicking off your underwear mid-kiss. Perched up onto her knees, you locked eyes with Piers. Your eyes were wicked with a grin lacing your mouth, your tongue weaving sensually across them. Piers swallowed laboriously, your fingers grazed his cocks head as you lifted him to meet with the pools between your thighs. The ridges passed the entrance down to the hilt, leaving only this sense of filling heat and skin on skin sleekness as your thighs closed tightly to Piers' sides. His breath braced but shattered as Piers was caught off guard by the feeling of the damp heat swallowing him whole. A long euphoric sigh escaped his chest, staggering with hitched breathing and hums of desire. You responded to this cry with a strained flex, which caused a gasped shaking shiver from Piers as the aching of your muscles clutched the inner walls of ecstasy. Pistoning wasn't right, nor was thrusting; it was more of a roll with piers weak yet purposeful movements to complement this feeling. Piers' member curved into you. You leaned forward, palms flat against the sheets beside Piers' head, eyes shut, teeth clenched, you growled lowly. Following his movements in tandem. Piers couldn't help but gawk, the neon lights in the windows mapped every twitch, every shifting softness in your face. Piers needed to kiss you. He tilted his head up, but you pulled away, "How do you ask?" You teased between breaths. He snickered, "May I kiss you?" All you had to do was raise an unimpressed brow, "Right. May I *please* kiss you." Without so much as a second thought, you flattened your tongue up his jaw then slid it through his lips when he went to gasp. Piers groaned as your tongues swerved around one another, causing his rhythm to stagger and warrant a quick buck downward from you when the pleasure slowed. Piers' natural scent was that of soft orientals and leather, not always appealing, but because it was his, it drove you wild. Your hand snaked down between your legs as the other was tied between hair and sheets. You quickly began grinding against two of your fingers with each syncope of your hips. There was welling that started within the base of your stomach and lingered with every circle around your clit. You picked up speed. Piers writhed underneath you, hitting just the right places. You buried your head into the crook of Piers' neck as a fire burned within your core, threatening to explode. You growled through your teeth and into Piers' ear, he keens as a sudden pressure from you pushed you over the edge. The intense orgasm strained to continue driving and pulling as fast as possible to urge forward pleasure until all the foggy chemicals disperse, and your body releases all tensions. Through labored breathes, Piers wrapped himself around you, his limbs overwhelming your short frame. Piers shut his eyes, burying his nose into the side of your hair when he heard a click and felt a tug at his throat. He glanced up as you pushed yourself up off him shakily to straddle him again. He saw a leather lead lined with studded spikes resting in your palm. "I'm going to love parading you around in this." You twisted your palm, the lead tangling around your hand, "It'll help me pull you down to my level whenever I want a kiss." Your wink was teasing, while you were still breathless and hot, causing Piers to turn his head to hide his embarrassed grin in his long bangs. You laughed softly at his bashfulness and leaned down, planting kiss after kiss all over his reddened face.

Yet no matter the amount of little nips or soft kisses to the butler’s jawline, Royal Guard remained stern. Dreadlord didn’t get any cookie dough or cookies, but he did get something else he craved just as much.