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Red Thong, Party's On

Piers Nivans x GN!Reader

WC: 1.5k

Warnings: GN!Reader, no y/n, no gendered terms, penetrative sex, oral sex, unprotected, fucking in a nasty alley!! boot worship

a/n: this was a gift for my friend!! im working on a krauser fic, soon to be out <3

It had been a long night for both of you. Between the flashing lights, the skimpily dressed waitresses carting around glowing trays with drinks, and people screaming in your ear to talk to you, you were exhausted by the time closing time was rolling around. It was 2 AM on a Saturday, and your boyfriend Piers had decided to treat you to a night out at his favorite nightclub, Euphoria Nights.

As you stepped out of the nightclub, your breath condensed into a fog cloud at the frigid temperature. While the day had been warm, the nights were still bitterly cold, biting at your fingertips despite the gloves you were wearing.

“Thanks for paying for my drinks.” You spoke after a few long moments of walking in silence. “I’ll have to repay you somehow.” You hummed thoughtfully, not noticing the look he gave you.

“I have an idea,” Piers replied, his hazel eyes glinting mischievously as he scanned over your body.

Before you could open your mouth to ask how, Piers guided you into an alley, shying away from public view. Piers glanced around in the alley before leading you to hide between two dumpsters, providing adequate cover for whatever he had planned. You glanced at him with a confused expression on your face, wondering why he had pulled you into this alley.

“What are you planning, Nivans?” You inquired, looking up at the shit-eating grin he was wearing.

“You said you wanted to repay me,” he started, his hazel eyes clouded with something needy. “I’m giving you that opportunity. How about you start with licking my boots and then sucking me off?” He suggests.

“Here, I thought you were going to let me pay you back normally, lieutenant. Some sick kicks you have.” You mumbled, sinking to your knees.

You stared up at him as you ran your tongue across the leather of his boots, your tongue, cleaning and polishing them perfectly. The taste wasn’t as bad as you had thought it would be, but it was more earthy than you thought it would be. Piers nudge your face with his other boot, a gentle reminder to focus on him. You returned to cleaning his boots, focusing your attention on the other boot, thoroughly cleaning the leather with your tongue and sitting back on your knees after, gazing up at him expectantly. Piers glanced down at your work, seemingly pleased with it.

“I knew that filthy mouth was good for something,” Piers taunted, gazing down at you for a snarky reply to fly from your lips. To his surprise, none came. “S’pose you impressed me. Here's your reward.”

Piers unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his fly agonizingly slow, that stupid grin on his face. He just loved torturing you, making you wait as long as possible to have him in your mouth. You noticed he had gone commando, and all he had to do was pull his cock out over the rise of his pants. You gently took his cock in your hands, hearing him hiss under his breath at the contact, his cock throbbing in your fist. His hazel eyes bore into your own as you started stroking him to full mast, your mouth opening and your tongue flopping out, letting his tip rest on the warm muscle, a promise of what was to come.

“Tease,” Piers grunted, his hips involuntarily bucking into your mouth. “Start sucking already, dumb toy.” He demanded, grabbing your hair and pulling you onto his cock, almost spearing your throat.

You sputtered and glared up at him, smacking his hands away as you took the pace into your hands. You tentatively dragged your tongue over his slit and the head of his cock before taking the length into your throat and bobbing your head. Piers let out a relieved moan, leaning against the brick wall lazily as you bobbed your head along the length of his cock, focusing on making his knees buckle under the pleasure. You made sure to use the back of your tongue on the tip of his cock just the way he liked, listening to how his breathing got heavy, how his hips stuttered, and how his hands grasped for anything to keep himself from collapsing on you. You pull off his cock with a wet pop and look up at him.

“You plan on fucking me or getting all the attention to yourself?” You snarked at him. He seemed a little taken aback.

“Well, I don’t have a condom on me; I was planning to wait until we got home,” he replied, his voice shaky.

“That went great, huh, Nivans?” You barked out a laugh. “Besides, you can just pull out.” You shrugged

“Well, you’ve convinced me.” He chuckles breathlessly, pulling you to your feet. “Face me,” he demands.

You did as he asked without a second thought, just running off your horniness alone. His hands traced down your body, unbuttoning your pants and tugging them to your ankles. He got down onto his knees and began to drag off your underwear with his teeth, his canines gently scraping across your sensitive skin, causing a shudder to pass through your body. You weren’t sure what he was doing until his tongue ran over you, slicking you up with his tongue, the warmth a striking difference to the frigid air, causing you to jolt. While you could benefit from the extra lubrication, his spit had to do, seeing as neither of you had thought of having sex in an alleyway. His tongue was warm, leaving trails of spit behind as he prepared you for him to the best of his ability. You breathed out soft moans, your hand flying up to muffle the pathetic noises spilling past your list, but his hand reached up and yanked your arm away.

“That should be enough,” he mumbles thoughtfully, stroking himself to smear pre over his cock. “I’m just going to have to take it slow.”

“Fine with me; I prefer not to be torn in two,” you joked.

Piers seemed amused judging by the snort he let out. You felt the tip of his cock prod against you, testing how loose you were. While it had been a while, he seemed to ease you into it. His tip popped past the initial resistance, both of you letting out a low moan. Piers gently held your leg up, his gun calloused hands smoothing over your skin, gently sinking into you at a slow but even pace, watching your face contort with every inch that sunk into you. You were glad that you had some type of lubricant, even if it was just spit and pre. Eventually he bottoms out, staying still to admire how well you had taken him and the way your body just seemed to accept him, as if you were molded around his cock.

“Are you going to ogle at me or actually fuck me?” You snark.

“It looks like I’ll have to fuck that attitude out of you,” Piers bellowed,”That’s no way to speak to your superior.”

“Superior my ass-” You go to snap back, but before you can even spit the sentence out, hes pulling back and shoving his length right back into you.

An undignified sound leaves your throat as he begins to pound into you, feeling the stretch of his cock and every slam of his hips against you. His free hand moves between your legs, stroking to bring you closer to your edge. Your pitiful mewls and whines sound like music to his ears. You were entirely sure anyone outside the alley could hear him pounding you like an animal in rut, but that was the least of your concerns.

“Piers,” You breathe out pitifully,”Need you deeper,”

“I’m as deep as I can get, love.” He laughs breathlessly, maneuvering your positions so you had your legs wrapped around his waist as he bounced you on his cock, hitting deep into you. “Better?” He growls out

“Better,” you affirm between whines.

You could feel the coil in your stomach build, making you squirm and squeeze around his cock. Piers lets out a moan, his eyes fluttering shut at the tightness enveloping him. Judging by his reaction, he wasn’t going to last much longer either; you just hoped he remembered to pull out. Piers wraps one arm around you, the other coming between your legs again and resuming his previous ministrations. You whimpered pathetically, overwhelmed by the feeling of his hand and every drag of his cock inside your sensitive walls. It proved too much as you came, moaning loudly and squirming away as he continued to thrust into you, chasing that tight heat for a moment longer before pulling out and stroking himself, cumming onto the stone below.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” He breathes out, stroking himself through his high. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I need a bath,” You mumble.

“Then let’s go home.” He laughs breathlessly.

After helping each other with your clothes, he hands you his jacket. You look at him, confused, for a few long moments before he wraps it around you himself.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice how cold your hands were,” he says, as if to answer your thoughts.

“Enough flattery, let’s go home.”

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