My Inner Demons ~ Oneshots & Preferences

💙~Horns~💙

Pierce x Reader

Relationship: Close Friends/Crush

Setting: Ava's Apartment

Second Person PoV

(Y/n) - Your name

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        Ava left that day around noon to run some errands for Mrs. Oates, taking all of the boys with her. At least, you though she took all of the boys. After half an hour of sitting in your bedroom, scrolling on Instagram, your door opened to reveal Pierce.

        You jumped at the sight of him. "H-Have you been here the whole time?"

        "Yes."

        "You should've told me, Pierce." You lightly scold, ushering for him to come in and sit on the bed beside you. He, unlike Asch and Leif, was not banned from your room, seeing as you trusted the Daemos enough not to be an idiot. "You can hangout in here until the others get back. C'mere, lets watch something."

        He, almost hesitantly, approaches you, sitting in the bed. But he still looks so stiff and on edge, you have to drag his legs up onto the bed. You snatch your TV remote from the nightstand beside your bed and lean on his shoulder.

        "Okay, Pierce, what do ya wanna watch? Action, romance, comedy... Ava might try to kill me, but I could show you anime... or may-"

        "Do you like me, (Y/n)?"

        His question catches you so off guard that your drop the remote into your lap and let a rosy hue dust your cheeks. "L-Like... how?"

        "You spend more time with me than my fellow Daemos." He reiterates. "Why?"

        You bite your lip, realizing that you do spend quite a bit of time with Pierce compared to the rest, even Ava. Something about him was almost... intoxicating. Despite being so quiet and stern-faced, he was really sweet and considerate to you and Ava. He gave you head pats when he could tell you were upset, and sometimes even when you weren't. None of the other Daemos were too kind to you, except for Noi, but he was a lot pushier. Truth be told, Pierce could pass for your best friend or boyfriend at this point... but he didn't need to know that.

        "What can I say," You begin, fully prepared to give a half-assed answer. "I'm just a sucker for the strong silent type." You reach your hand up to the top of his head, patting his hair a few times. His body tenses up at your action, and you almost stop. But you don't stop, in favor of changing your approach. You try scratching the area between his horns, your fingers close to the base of the bright blue spikes. His shoulders relax at that and he leans into your touch.

        He peers down at you through slightly lidded eyes. "Why are you doing this, (Y/n)?"

        "Just... returning the favor, I suppose." You hum. He only gives a small nod in response, allowing his eyes to flicker shut. You eventually put on a romance movie, continuing to scratch his head and play with his long hair. For someone who doesn't shower, it's surprisingly soft.

        Around fifteen minutes into the movie, you glance up at the bright blue horns atop his head and drag your fingers over them. He winces, a quiet grunt escaping his lips.

        You wrap a hand fully around his horn, causing him to look at you again. He stares at you in silence for a moment before he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You melt into his kiss, your hand moving up and down on his horn.

        He pulls away from the kiss and almost purrs at your touch. It's such a sincerely adorable sound, it makes your heart melt. Maybe... you should think of Pierce as more of a boyfriend. You enjoyed moments like these with him and the kiss was just another reason to love him.

        One of his hands snakes around your waist and he carefully drags you into his arms. With that same hand, he brushes his fingertips over your thigh, causing you to release a shaky, flustered breath. His other hand holds your face, just under your chin while his thumb strokes your cheek. His actions, as sweet and gentle as they are, have an absurd about of power over you, rendering you speechless.

        Your eyes can only flicker shut as he locks lips with you again, sweetly. But you find enough strength to break it.

        You gaze up at him with hopeful eyes. "D-Does this mean you... l-like me too?"

        "No." He answers, not breaking eye contact for a second, his tone blunt. "It means that I love you, (Y/n)."