— synopsis.ᐟ in which your bestfriend, Leo teaches you how to properly fuck (and make you his for once and all).
— warning.ᐟ fem! reader, switch! leo, CORRUPTION, first time, talking you through it, switch! reader, eventual MESSY smut, praising, degrading, hair pulling, swearing and profanities, car smash, riding, porn with plot, bestfriends to lovers, the condom broke, pulling out, inappropriate use of fire, temperature play, dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), dumbification, overstimulation, p in a v, past! leo/calypso, brief smash of leo with random person, leo's also drunk while doing it so, chem! side-major reader, yearning, pining, a sprinkle of angst, all of them are aged up!
— word count.ᐟ 16k (oopsie doosie 😝)
— a.n.ᐟ requested by anon! U and ur genius mind... by far the nastiest smut ive written 🤭 and please tell me if I have miscorrections for the spanish sentences!
Leo Valdez has never had sex before.
Sure, he's extremely charming and he just can't help it when people naturally flaunt to him like an overexcited birds (they do not, don't believe him). But all those times he spent blushing and throwing spanish fluffy innuendos that he's always been hopeful they can't translate it—because he usually compares them to one of his favorite science equations or his inventions—never treated him very well with his silly puppy crushes.
They always end up just brushing him off like he's not even comparable. And to be fair, he is not comparable to any of them.
Like this one time, during a meeting when the campers are talking about the connections of Percy Jackson's disappearance, someone with sweet written lips conjures up the most brilliant tactic right at the table. Every word of her mouth sounds like a siren's song—even when she's talking about the monster's threat and everything sorrow—all Leo hears is how much he wished that voice would be directed to him. To greet him. To acknowledge him.
She's completely out of his league.
But when has that ever stopped him?
So Leo starts slow, just a quick wit against her suggestion every time she's involved in a meeting. Just a quick meet up to talk about quest strategies and his position in the prophecy. Serious talks always leads to lighthearted ones. That's how he found out you and him are not so different.
Because one time during a meeting at the impending final, Leo spouts a brilliant (horrible) one liners when they're in the brink of getting finished by Gaea, she has the audacity to scrunch her nose, crinkle her brows, and try the hardest not to burst a sharp laughter. No way she's gonna ruin the atmosphere and get scolded by Jason Grace for laughing. And definitely not for Leo Valdez's jokes out of all reason.
Sure, the thing about the absurdity of their impending doom and the fact that they're only teenagers forced into fighting a god's war is funny.
So guess what, two years later?
That girl and him are now best friends. Practically inseperable, twins at birth (preferably conjoined), that is proven more when Festus constantly takes her side more than he does with Leo. The sheer audacity! For stealing his first homeboy, for stealing his hoodies, for stealing his handmade tacos whenever he looks away for one second, for stealing entire shower utensils (so he needs to make two birria tacos in exchange to share shampoo with Jake Mason), for being you.
You, who's his best friend. You, who's sitting in front of the operation table not far from where he's working. You, who's currently humming a song—and Wicked Game by Chris Isaak out of all songs. And you, who does all your small adorable habits, while his table are filled with notebooks of your school subjects and highlighters with colors Leo can't even count one by one.
He's being banished in his own bunker. Being mistreated, more so. The wire between his fingers sparks up as if knowing his prolonged attention on you. His situation is not so different from yours. Shards of micro metals scatters on the rugged floor, collections of screws all used up beside him, and the sketch of a small wasp engraved on the paper in front of him. It may look normal from upfront, but you're dead wrong if you think his innovations are gonna be any normal.
"You know, just a heads up," he starts off with that familiar snark, handling the unconnected wires that flies tiny fireworks from the chemistry. "No one but me can open this bunker before in a hundred of years. No one but me can sit so pretty while singing off tune and tries to write a new chemistry theory and start an argument with a dead scientist."
Your head flings upwards from the trashes of equations, eyes widening a slight before you turn from your very precious notes about Niels Bohr's phenomenons. "Excuse me?" your nose scrunches, face knitted in that sour mood as you swing in your (his) chair to meet his sitting figure. "We can just take it right outside if you have a problem with me."
Leo groans a loud one, and he'd run a palm over his face right now if he's not wearing a glove full off mechanical fluids, "Oh, trust me," he shares the same sour face as yours, shooting a frown. "I'd happily take that chance if you ever decided to get the hell out of my working space, asshole." he pouts for a good measure.
At that statement, your mood is quick to turn as coffee is to sugar. "Hey! It's an obligation to share things with your very struggling friend!" your hand gestures rapidly to the amount of books on the table, to which he only replies with an exasperated whining. "And why not make a use of my friend's very useful hideaway because I cannot focus studying in my own cabin?"
"Didn't my friend just threaten to chase me all through the woods if I don't give her the operating table earlier?" he gasps a dramatic one, like a victorian lady that just found her handmaid is stealing her gowns. Hands clutched on his face, and his brown eyes wide in that manic energy of his.
"That's not a good come—"
"To which she decided to threaten me more after the whole shenanigan and suggest we should take it outside and fight each other to death?" the last word intensifies louder than the previous ones, his tongue clicking in that sing-song disapproval before manifesting in a lyrical song. "No eres tan inteligente como piensas, cariño." and that aggravating, agitating smile of his? That produces the rainstorm over your head as you scoffs.
"Fine," your eyes roll, both in surrender and irritation. But it's not you if you don't match his streak of stubborness. So your arm raises, pen pointing at him while your eyes narrows—like a wizard trying to cast a spell at him. "But you're the one who gave me this chair anyway. So you don't get to play the victim, jerk."
"Oh, wow, look at that!" he raises the same arm as you, though he's pointing at you with a screw instead of a pen. "You just said your first words of common sense! Should we invite Chiron for this? Or oh!" he claps his hand in that ridiculous excitement that's reserved only on bullying you. "Should I ask Pollux to arrange a celebration? Maybe I should make fireworks that blows up in the sky and writes 'The first ever human to learn about common sense!'" a squeal escapes his mouth like over caffeinated squirrel, his eyes gleaming in pure cheer while his lips are tied into that big grin of doom.
With that statement too, the room falls in silence —burning in Leo's mocking grin and your fumed beet red cheeks. Right at that moment, you have the sudden urge to find Frank and strategize a way to embarrass him all out in public. Or find the Stoll Brothers and bribe them to prank the hell out of this jerky latino of a jerk.
"Sorry," you straighten up, still carrying the same defiance as you scoffed and turn in your seat. Back to Niels Bohr's cradle on spiking atom's theories up to your head. "I don't speak 'Asshole Language'." your tongue drips in upfront sassiness before you try to ignore him. Eyes on the prize, you remind yourself as you look over to the Chemistry's research on inorganic chemicals and other tricky topics.
You could feel Leo's gaze burning in to the back of your head, and you felt strange. Why isn't he spouting any sarcastic comments or jabs right now?
The rustle of the fan is more louder than any sentences could be uttered in this moment. You're far too engrossed in your writings anyway, that is until you hear a different kind of shuffle rustling behind you, footsteps that comes closer, and feel his finger poking on your cheek—successfully making a dot of soot on the apple of your face.
Your eyes widen, a stark contrast to Leo's playful grin and wiggling brows, "Oh, that's it—" you takes a sharp inhale of disbelief, head shaking just before you grab a particularly thin book and slam it to across his shoulder. That earned a yelp and stagger from him, backing off from your position before a sulk forms on his lips—hands still rubbing against the sore spot.
"Rude." he narrows his eyes at you. "I wonder how anyone could keep up with your crazy hands—OW, OW! Damn it, okay, okay!" you sigh as you plop back down from pinching his sore spot. The chair creaks under your weight while you place the weapon (book) back to the table.
"You're awfully cranky today." not even five minutes later, your dear best friend just cannot sit his ass tight and not bother you for a moment. In fact, he starts circling you like you're a fine bomb just in the ticking of a minute. He whistles behind you, and you realize that it's the same song you just hummed earlier when you take your eyes off the chemic's books.
"You shouldn't waste all this beauty by getting angry." now, he actually had dragged a chair nearby so he can sit beside you. His face is close to your sided one, his warm breath hitting your left cheekbones as you try with all might to focus on how the hell the Highest Occupied Molecular Orbital operates in a graphic. Fun-fact, the soot on your right cheek hasn't been wiped off yet before he pokes his finger on the crease between your brows, "These wrinkles gonna make you look like my grumpy grandma than my sexy best friend." his tone goes lower, like this is actually a serious phenomenon worth of his tears and grief.
"Right fist or left fist?" you finally force yourself to turn you attention towards. To which he immediately perks up and curls his grin like a cheshire cat.
"What about lips?" Leo throws you a wink, pearly whites flashing with eagerness of your impending annoyance.
"... I'm calling Will." the message is already clear in your head, 'Take this evil guy with messy dark hair and the ugliest grin ever and please give him something strong so he could have a rest for one day.'
"I'm calling grandma." he retorts, already pulling out a hand mimicking a telephone while he puffs his cheeks.
"You don't have one."
"Oh yeah," he blinks in mock surprise. "Right, because she's sitting in front of me right now."
He nudges your shoulder.
You flick him off with your fingers.
The room falls in that silent once more, the kind that you're not sure of what he's gonna say or act—considering his spontaneous personality. The fan hums, and you'd thought he's burning holes into your face before you realize he's rather focused on your work.
That's when you became a hypocrite yourself and peek a gaze at him. Observing how his dark locks falls over his forehead, his brows furrowed in that cute little concentration, and mouth unconsciously pulled into a pout.
"I think I learned this when I ran into a monster at twelve and tried to connect its tail to an electrical whirring."
"Oh, all hail Leo—the only living person in the world who learned the catalyst of organometallic at twelve—surely, the gods must be proud." you can't help but roll your eyes and whine in frustration. It's sad and it's pathetic. But he really should stop burning off the wire when it's already stressed out.
"I'm just joking, princessa," this time, he raises a hand to rub the soot he left on your cheek. "I'm a genius, but I'm not a self centered prick." especially when you know everything about him, he wants to say—but he cannot exactly do that, right?
You sigh, catching his gaze that gleams with a small smile. His assurance are always infectious, and before you could know it—a curl forms its way on your lips. "You're literally the textbook definition of self centered."
"Really?" he narrows his gaze, "Is that what you think of me? After all the bloodshed, the team-ups, and you catching me in my worst state when we're in the middle of a war?"
"Fine," you slump your figure to the chair, particularly his chair. Leaning your head over his shoulder when you shifts a little. "I know you're not like that," a pause, then you pinches his cheek once more. "But you do make it look like that, always."
You could feel the boy respond your touch, an arm flying its way to wrap it around your torso—bringing you closer to his natural warmth. "You know what you need?" he says, and you don't know if he's trying to steer the topic in a different direction or simply just wanting to tell you out of care.
"What do I need, genius?" you murmur, closing your eyes for a brief moment of recollection.
"Sex."
"Don't even bring that up right now." your tongue rolls out the syllables sooner than your mind could rethink it over. Though, you can't say you're not surprised. Sexual matters are basically a topic you guys hunched over at seven in the morning, and without even breaking composure or a stutter. Both of you are freshly nineteen, it's completely normal! It's just that...
He does not need to know that you never had one.
The first time Leo Valdez had ever experienced anything remotely close to having sex is when he's giving a girl a blowjob.
It was strong at night, the drinks were bubbling in the air of the room, and the suspense of excitement is just too big for him to ignore it. He initially came to this bar, just so he could drown out any memories of Calypso's sweet nothings and then her eventual sharp endings. Anything to get his mind off the goddess he just spent a whole tons of work on swearing by the Styx, get her the hell out of that island, and caring the hell out of her.
He understands that maybe she just wants something new, something that isn't broken like all the half finished rocks on her island. She wants something complete, something that can actually work. Something not sparking with uncontrollable chaos and unpredictability. Something grounding.
Leo is far from any of that description.
So yes, he's visiting a bar in New York, ordered a strong fire whiskey with his usual forced flirtation, and got drunk at Air Supply's playlist rolling behind the stereo—while other people are swaying their drinks and cry to the song. Leo would've joined, if he downed three glass of the whiskey in a span a minute for each time he chugged the drink.
But he downed six drinks, so here he is; holding up a single of plush thigh over his shoulder, running his palm over the skin as the girl above him whined in muffled mewls. As you can probably guess, yes—he and the cutie bartender that served him before is currently 101% high right now. Her lower back is against the rim of the sink, hand over her mouth to lessen her noises, and *NSYNC playing on the dance floor outside of the bathroom. The band can be suitable, but not when it's playing This I Promise You while he's literally kneeled on the cold tiles.
The slope of his nose brushes against her puffy clit, but Leo's too drunk and out of his mind to think of the girl's pleasure right now. It's a quick fuck, and he hopes he's doing well for a first timer.
A ring, from Star Wars's main theme rolls out just in time when *NSYNC's title shifts to a song called Gone.
That combined interruption, more specifically on his phone ring crashes over them both like waves of cold water over their very much messy brain. Leo ignores it at first, instead working much harder on her weakening hole as she tugs on his curls—a startled moan out of her mouth.
The phone rings and vibrates once again in his pocket.
"Fuck," he rasps out, pulling away with a lewd slick from both his spit and her fluids. Leo is dazed, and his brain seems to wreck even more when he grabs his phone and holy light stabs his face. He forgot to lower the brightness earlier, he curses. But he blinks for a few moment, scrunching his brows to make a good read for the reminder on the lock screen.
It's you.
"operation ASAP, need ur help right now." 23.03
"hermann kolbe is terrorizing me under my bed, so be a knight and save me from chemistry horrors?" 23.04
... How can Leo say no to that?
He clears his throat, tongue throttling with its own as he staggers his words. "S-Sorry—for breaking the mood." the sharp blade of the whiskey earlier still hits his brain repeatedly. But right now, he's not acting on logic. He's acting on heart, on familiarity, on comfort.
He rises on his feet, not even bothering to slip the phone back to its pocket while he simultaneously grabs his forgotten leather jacket by the next sink and trashes it around his torso. "I have to go. She just told me last second that she needs company or else she'll have nightmares—" he doesn't know why he's rambling to tell her the reason, she's just a stranger to him anyway. But Leo knows basic decency, and she should at least know the why to the what.
Even if it's a lie.
That's a long time ago anyways. And right now, he'd rather think about keeping you steady in his cradle. You would be whacking his head off if he places you in any uncomfortable position and you wake up with a sore on your neck. So his arm tightens around your waist, both of your chairs now practically plastered together by the hip like it was always meant to be one. Luckily, the work that has been buzzing your stress since earlier is finished partially with his help. Chemistry is still in one umbrella with his engineering understanding anyway—so it's not that hard of a feat.
His throat hums a song, it naturally tunes out of his memories with his mother either singing him the melodies or dancing carelessly to one. His other hand holds out your papers of doom—you always called it to be—inspecting the contents of your hypothesis and connecting the lines of each sub-stack and concepts in it. It's clear that you worked pretty hard to make this perfect, at least you try to in your professor's eyes. New Rome University's pretty strict when it comes to this matter.
Leo breaks his attention away from the papers for a split moment, feeling the shift of your body against his when you moved in your impromptu sleep. Seeing your fluttering lashes, your parted lips, and the way your forehead still has that small hint of tension even when you're in a nap cracks that smile out of him.
"What should I do with you?" his thumb reaches out, seeking to soothe that wrinkle on your skin like his touch has some sort of magic. And maybe it does—because the tiny frown immediately vanishes after he brushes it.
Leo decides to place the paper back on the table. Maybe you'll sleep better if he caresses you while you're at it.
"Clingy chica." a chuckle tumbles out as he too relaxes under her touch, if his touch soothes your stress—perhaps your touch heightens his instead.
There's a gleam passing his eyes when he can't help but trace your every feature. It's a rare opportunity, even when you're used to being this close—you'll never let him take a pause and appreciate you. Not just your looks, but you, in general. What you are, simply.
Leo swallows down a hard lump in his throat, feeling that familiar pump of rush that he always tries to deny and forget. A feeling he has when he first met you. The rush of blood running to his cheeks and quickening beat of his heart. A feeling he always tries to dispose by replacing it with attachment to other girls or boys.
He should've had it gone by now. It's been years since that stupid crush on you.
"... What should you do with my heart?" his voice cracks.
He always cracks when it comes to you it seems.
Always cracks when the sun rushes down to embrace the sea, when the sky paints ink of stars, and the moon rises from its hidden cavern. The transition from you sleeping, head on his shoulder and back to his chest—then to crackling flame with boozes of cans scattered on sand is almost too blurry. When Piper had the most horrible timing and suggested a spin the bottle game in your circle. The most terrible timing when the bottle spins to point at you beside the fireplace.
The most perfect timing when Annabeth raises up a dare—and it reads, "Do a lap dance on someone."
He'd expect that from Piper's dreadful matchmaking, or heck—even Percy's too fast tongue since he always likes to watch a new challenge everyday. But not from observant, calm, and scary Annabeth. That's one of his closest friend in the circle! And she just decided to dump an ice cold bucket at him?
Leo's not sure if he more terrified if you'll find another guy to flaunt the dare, or worse—him.
Gods, hopefully him.
Your eyes catches his light brown ones that crackles with the fireplace's spark.
And you actually approach him.
Claps and cheers soars from within the circle—some already set out a tune with their acapella, all melodious with Will's lyre tucking. Leo doesn't even register when you stand in front of him. His heart feels like a mouse getting chased by a fiery, ravenous cat. And he'd find a way to get out of the room.
If you haven't placed your hands on the slope of his shoulders, if you haven't trailed the fingers down his chest above his thin cloth, if you haven't actually lower yourself on his lap—he'd have done it right away.
Your hands traverse upwards, while your hips sways before settling properly on his lap—above his... he doesn't even want to talk about it right now. The acapella of the group is basically a backhanded sound to him right now, because somehow—your sigh is clearer than any sing-song or small drums.
The proximity is addicting to say the least—and he hasn't even chugged down on any beers all of you managed to steal from the Mr. D's stack. The hands of yours flies to the back of his hair, tugging at your roots before you move closer. Chest to chest, lips just a breath away. And he's inclined to wash that gap away...
Until you pull away.
To say you weren't affected would be a lie, a full on bullshit. Even when you force a smile and joke around to your friends, even in the midst of the glaring vulnerability of something more—you lock eyes with him, across from the crowd. He's always been easy to spot.
Or maybe you just notice everything about him?
... Maybe you should take up his advice and find a guy for a quick fuck.
The street buzzes in choirs of klaxon, raging old men, and fast paced pedestrian as you rush through the city lights. Besides the sea of fast moving people, your phone lights up inside the car's far speed room. A message pops up on the lock screen, one that caught the brunette boy beside you.
"Can't wait to see u!" 20.50
That's enough for Leo to bring up the lucky messenger once again. "You really gonna continue a deal with a guy from dating app?" his eyes paints a lighter streak to his brown eyes, almost like the luminance of sunset—even when the night city lights are the only thing hovering above them right now. You'd get lost in them, if both of your lives aren't at stake the moment, you'd take your eyes off the road for a second.
"So what?" an air blows out of your lips, both indicating nonchalance and exasperation. Because he's been acting kind of moody ever since he picked her up. Maybe he was testing some theories and it didn't work out. Maybe he was pranked by the Stoll Brothers before he came with his modified car, nobody knows.
Leo scoffs, "For starters," his back leans onto the chair, his arms crossing as he peeks another glance to your phone when it beeps. "It's just not like you to ask me to lend you my car and drive up to date some guy you barely even know." he runs a hand through his curls, just simply to distract himself from what's really bothering his mind. "Especially if the guy will probably turn out to be a serial killer. You know that happens in thriller flicks." then his mouth stumbles out a sour laughter.
"I already told you." a streak of frown creases between your brows, and you choose to steady your focus on the popping lights on the road ahead instead of him. "And you encouraged me to take the chance, mind you."
"That's before I knew you were gonna meet up with a guy you barely know." he echoes his previous argument, light crackles flick out of his fingertips—to which it didn't pass your attention. "I thought it's gonna be someone we both know, someone from camp, or maybe NRU!" he doesn't say the real reason. He doesn't say that he wishes it was him you're meeting up with.
He really should stop being a hypocrite and decease this hoping once and for all, he knows that. He knows that he's being a complete prick right now. But Leo is as stubborn as the hoard of cars suddenly lining up in front of you.
"Shit." you mutter under your breath, rising up from your slump to view the congestion ahead of you.
"And great," his hands claps to his thighs, a roll from his eyes as he grunts. "Just exactly what we needed in this fucking night."
"No need to swear because of me." you shoots him a look, because—hey! What kind of person doesn't take offense to that?
"No!" the word rolls out of his panicked tongue the same time a car honks in front of you. "I don't—" crackle of weak flames spurts out of his curls, probably reflecting both the annoyance and sour taste sitting in his brain. "Shit, I mean—" his eyes are a tad bit wide, mouth stuttering up staggered syllables before he surrenders completely. Suddenly dropping his back to the car seat, palms rubbing his face. "You know that's not what I meant..."
"You still said it." you murmur.
"Look—" he braces himself to speak up, even behind his guarding hands. To which he beckons a gap between his fingers so he could take a peek at you. You responded just the same, eyes flicking to him while car drags to a full pause. The city lights are shining brighter than ever when cars are piled up in the road. Yet, somehow—it doesn't seem more aggravating than the boy next to you.
"Let's just get this over with." he sighs. "You date whoever you want and I'll date whoever I want." It feels like he's coughing out expired ambrosia, because he doesn't feel like anything his mouth is saying. He'll care for you than he could ever care for himself, he's sure of that.
"Which is exactly what I've been saying since thirty minutes ago!" you cheerfully exclaim, a smile as sharp as a stygian iron pulling up on your lips. The irony is clear on your tongue. "You're the one who gets riled up by my own date for no reason!" your voice drives high pitched.
"And now you're the one who's telling me to mind my own business?" everything about him is infectious; his adorably disgusting smile, his incredibly horrifying laughter, his amazingly terrible sense of humor, even now his perfectly frustrating mood-swing is getting to you too. Everything about him is mixed feelings!
"Right, right," his hands lift up in surrender, the glowing warmth from the upper lamps are echoed in his eyes. "Don't worry, you're not gonna hear any bullshit from me again, princessa." Leo is not the type to lose easily in an argument. But this is you who's his debating enemy right now.
You, we're talking about here. You, who's existence is a voice that echoes in his head over and over again like a god's calling (maybe he should get on his knees). You, you, you, who undoes everything that he is.
"Oh, silent treatment, huh?" your forced smile draws even wider—not out of the blushing joy he always made you in—but out of disbelief at his gnawing attitude. "Real fucking mature, Valdez. Just keep on acting like you don't care and maybe it will actually happen. Go on, pretend like I don't exist."
Leo stays silent with his words, choosing to face the window instead.
Fucking great, you think.
The time counts for eight minutes before the congestion cracks up and cars moves like a bird free from its cage. Though, begrudgingly, your attention is more prolonged on the boy who's definitely not sulking on the passenger seat. In your defense, the way the city lights reflects on his face is distracting you more than you realize. Annoyance stems in your heart, which is a weird thing. Because why would your heart flutter for the second time?
A car honks up behind you. Signaling your frozen car when the others have already moved ahead of you.
"Maláka." you curse under your breath, momentarily imagining a moment where you scold yourself for being so stupid before you gas up the pedal. The car now moves in a speed much different than before. A stark contrast to the slow traffic earlier, now it's gliding under the moonlight.
And you force your mind to think about the mall, the same place where you're supposed to meet up with some unknown man and watch a movie with him. Probably fuck with him later on, that's your whole objective anyway.
Finally, your car enters the main gate of the destination. Wasting no time to search for a parking space when you slide down to the basement.
You beckon the car to a turn, and when an empty box lights up like heaven's pearl, you drive the car to fulfill that spot. Beeps of signal echoes in the car room, you face backward, focusing on whether you parked it correctly or not.
You finally stop.
Leo is still silent.
During this time, if he weren't in such a bad mood—you'd probably seek his advice. Just because you read inappropriate stuffs doesn't mean you're as experienced as someone who probably has done it. You know the first thing to approach a guy, you just don't know the first to actually keep the lust going.
Especially when he's only a stranger.
You're internally screaming in your head.
"Thanks," you force yourself to mutter, reluctantly turning your attention to him. "For letting me borrow your car."
"No problem." he replies simply.
That doesn't sound like him at all. He'll usually ramble up some mouthy wits before actually saying a respond as common as sentences in basic english books.
So you once again, stops just when your hand is at the door handle.
"Leo." you call out.
"Yeah?" he replies, and that unusually low voice out of his throat is tingling something familiar in your heart.
Thousands of confession lies like melting ice above your tongue. Each one worse than before, each one making your heart race in something definitely not because of the adrenaline from the fight earlier.
"... Nothing." the door flaunts open when you said the single contradiction. A sound is made from it, an echo of troubled tension between you as the fire crackles between blue and vivid orange. Your feet plants on the ground—ready to take another step further, yet you hear a voice from behind.
"Have fun with him. You deserve it after the assignment." in your understood translation of Leo's guard melting, this one means, don't let your day get ruined because of me.
Your breath hitches.
And your heart suddenly feels heavy—like something is anchoring you back to him.
You turn back.
"Alright," you burst in the car suddenly. Shooting your hands to block his way and pin him to his own seat. And Leo with his wide eyes doe look definitely did not expect the surprise at all. His jaw drops, mimicking his shock—and he was about to object if it weren't for your fast tongue. "We're not gonna act like we haven't talked about sex positions in a casual movie night at a random Thursday." maybe that's a terrible sentence even for someone like Leo Valdez, but hey! At least the hook catches his interest.
"What the—"
"I never fucked anyone." you could hear an explosion blowing up inside his brain simply through the immediate flame jolting out of his curls. "Never been fucked, and never been fucking. Ever. Not once in my lifetime. Even when my opinion about woman on top is better than your shitty doggy preference." there you said it, every lies you made him believe. It's not that dramatic, but the way his eyes dilates even more made you feel so.
"... Congratulations?" he blinks.
"Really?" you facepalm, your arm going stiff beside his head.
"Oh, no, no, no," Leo immediately cuts you off, and his tone is going hazard as if the explosion quite actually happened in his head. "I mean, I thought you've already done it before with the way you talked!" sure enough, actual flames combusts on top of his curls like they're forming a crown—if it was made by a snobby prince and not a proper blacksmith. Red rush heats up in his cheeks, painting his face in a flustered look that you can't help but acknowledge the butterflies in your stomach.
"But," contrast to his sulking face before, that heat in his curls now shifts to draw a grin from his lips. His eyes darts between your pinning hand and to your gaze, "That means all this time you're actually just an innocent princessa? No experience besides probably playing with yourself?"
"That," you swallow a hard lump, "I haven't done that too." you can't help but notice how a gleam passes in his light oak gaze. How that previously doe eyed shocked eyes are now lidded to one that basically reads as... recognition? Desire? Hope?
"Mierda," his grin shifts to something you'd never expect from him in this abnormally ridiculous situation. It's genuine. Purely joyful realization that coaxes a faint dimple from his cheek you never notice until now. It's barely there yet it's making your heart race. "He estado esperando toda mi vida por esto." he breathes out, shakily.
You tilt your head, confusion written on your face.
Noticing your expression, he quickly composes himself with a clear of his throat. The rosy cheeks still remain, though the wide smile shifts into something unbelievably serious. "... There's something I need to know." he voices out, light honey eyes burning into yours. "And I need you to be honest with me."
His hand glides to your own that rests beside your hip, slowly crawling in his fingers to interlock with yours—until you accept him fully. "Are you okay with me touching you?"
Something in the way his skin boosts warmer when your hand holds his is telling you that he's not simply talking about basic touch.
Gods, you want him to do more than touch.
You nod, any semblance of voice being stuck in your dry throat.
"I need to hear you say it." his hand tightens a brief strength in yours. A scrunch of brows heightening the crackle that hides behind his brown sight. "You know you've got a smart mouth, and I'm not gonna do anything until I hear your decision loud and clear."
You could feel a rush of blood running below your abdomen. And you wonder if the erratic pulse is a rhythm out of your heart or the sensitivity between your legs.
"Yeah," you stumble your voice. "Yeah, yeah," an inhale sucks into your mouth, "A thousand times yes, Leo." the tension is an erratic wire in the air between you, alive and burning.
Fumes of accidental explosions springs out of his curls in warm smoke.
"Santo dios, bebè." he gasps, and you notice how his pupils dilates like he's just seeing the world for the first time. "I'm gonna die. Right here, right now." and a smile conjures up like sugar has been hiding in his lips all the time, slow and in relief. Maybe he's already imagining the prospect of dying under sheer joy because you share the same feelings. "And now, you have the responsibility to bring me back to life too."
A sulk forms on your lips. "Don't be dramatic." you rolls your eyes playfully, your walls melting when his hand drifts from your own and slides down across your skin. He eventually settles on your waist, thumb caressing your partially side abdomen above your shirt.
"So," your gaze slips briefly to his mouth. "What do I do now?"
"You know," his nose scrunches, brows wiggling to hint at something seductive in his tone. "How about," without further ado, Leo sneaks in another to hand your other waist—and with your shudder, he successfully brings you on top of his lap. The car door shuts with a low clap as you seek steadiness by holding onto his shoulders.
"You test me that theory we've been fighting over?" his smile curves wider when he looks up at you.
"The one where you're jealous with my date?"
Leo blows an air out of his lips, a dry chuckle escaping his throat. "Well, that's a small part of it," then his eyes lights up, "But that's not what I'm talking about and you know it!"
"You have a smart mouth," tactfully, a teasing smile appears like you've been waiting to use something against him. "Don't you think you should put it to good use, hm?"
"Oh, gods." Leo cracks, actually cracks when a burst of laughter flings out of his throat. The sound is like honey carved out from its own nest, sweet and adorable. You wonder how he could bring out any sort of emotions out of you, at least back then you contemplate so. But now you know, you're just that into him, the same way he is to you.
"No puedo creer que te tenga a todos para mí." His fangs flashes out when his grins curls wider. The words are more of a murmur for his own erratic heart, each beat still has god's calling that basically spells out your name in his mind. He's creative like that. "I'm talking about you," he winks. "Arguing about positions, and you're really stubborn on liking to be on top." his head tilts a slight.
"Right." your voice cracks, gaze drifting rapidly from his face to the sight of you sitting on top of his thighs. "Well, maybe," your voice shifts lower, almost a whisper. "I need someone to teach me first?"
"You, asking for my advice?" he lifts a single brow, hand dangerously caressing closer to your hip. "Is the world ending any sooner? Is the earth flat? Is the sun blowing up any second?"
"Don't be dramatic!" you scoffs with a much higher pitch, eyes narrowing when all he does is stifle a laugh at your irritation. When you do tighten your hands around his shoulder, and he wince in mock pain—does he clear his throat and bury his laughter deep and deep.
"First," Leo drags his fingertips from the tail of your spine to upwards, slowly—like he's testing the waters to see what will made you crack. "You gotta relax. No need to overthink your pretty head around this thing."
"Second," his hand is now caressing its palm on your upper back, before bringing you closer to him in this intimate position. Until the only thing separating you both is one strand of breath away. His freckles are easier to count in this close angle, and his eyes are like glinting dew of warmth that's mixing up with a want that widens his pupil.
The slope of his nose brushes against yours, and his other hand reaches for yours. Just so he could drag your palm to his shuddering chest, the feel of his rushing heartbeat filling your senses. "All you have to do is sit still and make some pretty noises for me, m'kay?"
You scoff, rolling your eyes playfully. "Do you always start it out like this?"
"Always?" Leo blinks, once and twice before a nervous laughter staggers out. "Bebè, I haven't even done this with anyone before."
You frown. "So we're blind leading the blind? And here I thought you'd be more experienced than me."
"I am!" Leo grasps to clutch at the front of his chest—only that it's your hand that's gripping it as he guides you. "It's just..." he clicks tongue, the sound echoing inside the cramped space while he glances sideways. Deciding that the view of the parking space is more intriguing than you on top of his lap. There's a crack in his tone that suggests something more than simply sex. Something painful. "It's a bit complicated, and I don't want make this moment about me."
He lets go of your hand, bracing himself with an inhale before sliding his warm palm to your cheek.
"It's all about you, princessa." his gaze softens, lips parted like he wants to say more, though only a soft inhale is heard from his mouth.
"Then at least," you interrogate, eyes narrowing in search of any hidden meaning in his gesture. "Have you actually tried putting it in yet?"
He pulls a lopsided smile. "Well, I know the first thing to loosen it up, that's for sure." suddenly, his thumb and one finger moves to pinch your cheek. Wiggling it as if he's playing with mochi as your head shakes slightly from his hold.
You grumble, though you make no effort on swatting off his offensive hand. You know it's just a body language response so he could lighten up the mood, hence you let him—just this once. "And if someone sees? The mall's pretty crowded today, who knows we're gonna get interrupted while we're at it."
"You thought I don't put full black frames for the windows?" he raises a brow, though his pinch on your cheek fractions more before he finally gives mercy to you. Choosing to slip his hand behind your nape.
"Now," his breath fans against your mouth, his head pushes off slightly from leaning to the chair—wanting to lean towards you, instead. The scent of him is filling your mind till all you can think about are cinnamons and bitter honeydew aroma. Till all you can think about is him.
Both of your lips brushes against one another.
Leo's eyes fleets to yours, drawn stars swimming in those brown irises as he looks at you in half lidded shape.
You understood the message.
Hence, you surrender to the overwhelming surge of flame, bursting off in tiny sparks inside your veins when you smash his lips to yours. Your teeth clashing against one another which makes your groan against his mouth, Leo takes the hint easily. His hand behind your waist brings you closer to him, practically pressing chest to chest.
Your lips are inexperienced, that's for sure. But enthusiasm burns brighter as you shift on his lap—your hands crawling to slip around his face, then to hold his curls. Just lightly.
Leo gasps.
Both of your salivas are basically swapped to one another's mouth, you're merciless, to say the least. So, Leo, like any other good teacher would do—tugs at your hair instead. Collecting the strands in his palm before he forces it to pull back. Successfully separating your lips in apparent exhales and messy connected line of spit.
"If I didn't know any better," a breathless laughter fills in the space between you, his smile widening to a messy grin as his gaze darts between your eyes and your mouth. "I think you should be the teacher here. Seems like you move a lot for a first timer, hm?"
You were too busy catching your breath to respond at his teasing. The heat is unbearable, or maybe you're just that affected by him. You want nothing more than to wipe that grin and kiss him senseless. Throwing logic off the window and just let him steal every breath you'd inhale or exhale. Just let him steal your lungs.
"... Shut up."
And your lips crashes into his like a tidal released from the deep restrained trenches. If the previous one was more battling and experimenting—this one's definitely the result. His tongue tied into yours, his hand unbearably warm against your lower back, and his nails clawing at your roots when you whine into his mouth.
The effect is immediate. Leo snaps by digging his fangs on your bottom lip, turning your shy exhales to a full on groan when the sharp of your teeth caught on the pout of his lower lip. Tugging hard enough to pull a strangled sound from the depths of his throat that seemed to surprise both of you.
"So good," he breathes away from yours, just to take no second on plunging in once more. His curls brushing against your forehead while his nose nudges into yours, a testament of how close you are in just a span of minute. "You're too fucking good, princessa," then finally, need of air interrupts between the both of you.
"I don't—" you attempt to speak, but your words shifted into a low mewl when his mouth moves to your jawline instead. The position makes you jolt slightly on his lap, to which you notice—something is poking you from down below.
"What? You don't taste good?" Leo rasps out, attention too focused on peppering your neck with kisses it deserves. And when your neck tilts to give him better access, you could practically feel his grin against your fragile skin. "You can't say that when I'm losing mind over you here."
A breathless laugh flows out of you. Feeling Leo's teeth nibbling your skin, to the point you could imagine light hickeys on your neck is making your head spin. And you wonder, why haven't you done this since ages ago? "You're babbling again, Leo."
"Of course I am," he bites on a specific skin pulsing against his lips, then darting out his tongue to soothe the ache. "Why should I shut up when I could use my mouth," he inhales, dragging his tongue along the slope of your throat. "To make you wet," he makes a point by grinding his hips against yours. "And tell you how pretty you look doing this to me?"
"Oh, now you blame me?" you huff, chest heaving up and down as your eyes are lidded shut—just to relish in his touch fully. You're not even doing anything to him! If anything, he's the one doing things to you.
"Yeah, you." along with his tongue, his teeth is no less ferocious. He moves to your collarbone now; nipping, suckling, and licking at every hickey he carved onto you. His breath is a hot exhale when he speaks, "You're the one fucking me up, that's for sure."
You sigh.
Leo chuckles, voice somehow shifting lower than it should be. "See? That," his hand slides from your waist to your abdomen, fondling against the hem of your top, seeking your body beyond the fabric. "That one sound is already making me hard, bebè."
"I know that since five minutes ago," because yeah, that prominent bulge is hard to dismiss when it's brushing against your heat with every movement in this cramped space. "It's kind of hard to ignore." and you melt into his warmth when his calloused palm slips in your shirt, grazing against your bare skin.
"Kind of?" his laugh is a sweet smoke against your flustered skin, which's beaming in red from every heat he spread onto you. You find that only his affection is infectious, but his naturally warm body is too. "You think it's not hard enough for you?" he finally pulls away from your close cradle, just to take the chance to shoot that aggravating grin of his when he squeezes the underside of your breast.
You can only groan in disbelief.
He has the audacity to spout that sassy words and twisting your mouth while dangerously going to the touch the one spot you never thought anyone would touch? Bastard. Yet he only kisses your anger away when his lips molds into yours, his thumb brushing against your bra's surface before he murmurs. "Take it off."
You pull away and look at him like he just asked a thousand drachmae's from you.
"I mean," he clears his throat, hands freezing under your shirt. "If you want to, of course. We could do it with clothes on. You know, there's this preference—" and he goes on and on with his tongue.
It's no use to fight him with words, you know that since he started rambling about quantum mechanics when you first entered his bunker. Not that you minded it, though.
So you reach for the hem of your top, and pulls it upwards with your arms crossed. And you definitely noticed how his words fades to a pathetic stumble as his jaw dramatically drops. Which goes the same for your shirt, which is now lying on the empty driver seat.
The cold air is a sensitive pleasure against your warm skin.
A flame sparks up in Leo's hair.
"Holy shit—" your mouth falls.
"Okay, OKAY!" Leo's hands frantically throws upwards, desperate to usher off the smoke and combusting fire stirring up a flambé on his head. His face is the same color as the element too, red and panicked. He can't believe he just spiraled in front of you, when you're looking all perfect and he's a complete disaster! "First of all, all of this is just—" a new of burst flame tickles off. "You never saw this! And I never acted like a total loser when you expect me to be all suave and flirty and attractive," pause, "Which I am, but—!"
A finger presses onto his lips, effectively shutting him up with a shush out of you. He notices, that laughter that seems to bloom armies of peonies, flowing in the space between them with such eagerness and joy. "C'mon, teach," you wiggle your brows, lips pulled wide as a series of giggle still flies out naturally. "Are you gonna touch me already or do I have to make the move?"
"No need." it's almost comedic worthy—how fast he immediately composes himself with that serious look when sparks of fire still jumps from his curls. He adjustes his collar as if tidying an imaginary tie, light honey eyes darkening with the invitation of your half bared form. "That was just a moment of weakness."
"I like your weakness when it involves me." your arms circles around his neck now, fingers playing with his curls.
"That means you like all of me, then," his mouth trails from your collarbone to the pad of your bra. Huffing a heavy inhale to the scent of you driving him insane. "I'm always weak," his mouth closes around the fabric—which surprises you a little bit considering he hasn't even took it off yet. The slope of his grazes your skin as he juts his tongue and circle it around the small area of the pad. The area where your nipple should be behind it. "And you're always on my mind."
He bites on the fabric, tugging your bud of nerves through it.
Your head jolts back, back arching a slight while you tug at his curls tighter. It feels dizzying, yet your mind has never been any clearer. His tongue and lips are like sweet nothings carved into your skin. Making you sigh and mewl.
It takes approximately fifteen seconds before he finishes making out with your bra (long story short). Not to mention how his other palm squeezes against your perky flesh, the heat spiking up further in your veins. There's a damp of saliva on the surface when he pulls away, eyes slowly dragging to peek at you from his lashes, pupils nearly swallowing his brown irises.
The sight makes you swallow.
His hand glides, tracing the waistline of your bra before plucking off the strap, with such ease too. The fabric loosens slightly, and Leo halts—eyes burning into yours like he's still asking for your permission, after all that suspense.
Words has never been good between the two of you, so you take things into your own matters—you tug the fabric past your arms, before throwing it to the next seat.
Leo throws himself in the crook of your neck.
"Oh gods, mierda, oh my fucking gods," he whines, full of embarrassment and shameful need—which is ironic because the word shame and Leo Valdez is like two things on the opposite. His hands don't ever dare to go anywhere near your skin, and you notice how they tremble in the air. "I'm actually going to die, this is elysium, yeah, I don't deserve this—"
"Leo," you pull him out of his hiding place, cupping his cheeks on your palm as you force him to meet your gaze head on. "I want you to touch me," his breath hitches, "I want you to fuck me," you could feel immense uprise of temperature blowing like a steam out of his skin, "Is that so hard to believe?" and your thumb caresses against his cheek gently, prompting his eyes to flutter close.
"But I don't want to fuck you," his head shakes under your hold, eyes still closed for a brief second before he blinds them open, "I want to love you," he wants reassurance, because as much as he is spontaneous and careless—he's weak for you, just a boy wanting to be loved without being left behind. "Is that so hard to believe?"
His eyes gleams in what closely resembles the sun dimmed down, vulnerable and desperate. And when he nuzzles against your palm? That's when you melt in the spot. Even more so when he lands a kiss on the center.
You shift much closer, pressing your bare chest against his thin shirt—the sensation is a tickling arousal to your brain. But you want to focus on him fully for a second, and you flies a small kiss on the corner of his eye—the intimate moment feels heartwarming in their shared desire, "Then," you mutter, "Teach me how love's supposed to feel like."
A shudder crawls toward Leo's spine.
In a span of seconds, his head dunks down. His hand finally gathers the courage to collect the back of your hair in his palm, slowly guiding it upwards as his moth drifts low. Lower than before. Low enough to catch one of your mound right into his mouth. You gasp, arching your spine before he gives a light suck on the nipple.
"O-Oh, gods," you mewl out of breath, closing your arms against his neck with a lot more force when he eagerly sucks on that bundle that makes you whine under his touch. You knew with the way he's biting your neck that his would be relentless, but your chest is more sensitive with his natural heat, and you could feel it harden as he licks and circles his tongue around it.
"Leo, that feels so..." you couldn't finish your words. Not when he latches off your breast only to go on another round to your other one. Eager with mouth with its nipple hard—you don't even know how it went like that. All you know is how good his mouth feels and the erratic thump of your heat is spreading hot rush to your cheeks. You want more, easily more. Hence your hips whine against him, grinding just on top of his bulge to feel anything of relief to your ache.
"Keep doing that," he groans against your perked up mound, making your skin feel hot all over with his heavy breaths. This time, a hand surges upwards to fondle with your untended one as he continues to suck, kiss, and bite at your sensitive hard nub. While the finger does just the same to your sloppy one, flicking it then pinching it playfully, "Mierda, ngh—hahh, yeah, bebè, that feels so good, doesn't it?"
"L-Leo," your head throws back, lips falling apart when another gasp echoes right out of them. You can't stop saying his name, it's like every bite he does onto you is seducing out that sound of your chest. Rasp and full of need. It's no surprise that you responded with another roll of your hips, making him suckle a bit rougher on your aching bud.
"Can't get enough of this," he breathes out, ravishing your breast like someone starved off any drink or food for days. "A-Ah, that's right," it's hard to think of anything concrete even when he's supposed to be teacher in this moment, he just can't keep control, especially when it comes to you, "Just like that, you're moving your hips so good—" and a small whimper is ripped out of him the moment your shift and grind against him.
"Oh, f-fuck—!" you feel it pulsing and crying below when he bites onto the hard nub outrightly, leaving draws of hickeys all over your skin not like a claim—but a mold of your body together. How much you trust each other to the point of doing this. It becomes more proven as your spine arches and your body automatically jolts at this point. Seeking friction to soothe the cry that your pussy wails down below. It hurts, and you need him to do more—to burn you more.
That is when you realize, you feel his tent becoming more wet and embarrassing, more so than before.
And the snap of his head to the chair's rest, his mouth falling open, sweat gathering in forehead while he curses in a series of spanish syllables is driving your body to grind against him harder. To the point of your wet pussy folds imprinting against your useless panties, to the point you could feel every heat and rough presses of his bulge against your clit.
"Haaah—!" you're not sure if that loud moan toppled off the car came out of his throat or yours, but nothing seems to matter except the ecstasy you imprinted on each other. How he came in absolute ease, and how you succumb to his warmth like you need him all the time. The wet tent below you feels painful even to you, and you don't even register you own actions when you hand slides into the hem of his shirt.
"Oh, quieres que me quite la ropa? Oh, está bien, joder, está bien—" you know he's practically running off his mouth with boundless and mindless babbles that you could never comprehend in the rising heat between you. Both of you doesn't waste your time on getting him out of his top, which is a red sweater that you definitely didn't notice it peeking out his happy trail when he arches his back to the chair... nope, definitely not!
Now, all that meets your heady gaze is the span of his bare torso. All dribbled in sweat that you shamelessly begin to be turned on by it, tan skin graced with light muscles dripped down to his abdomen, and a faint brush of brunette tricks spreading out from his pants. The sight making you hump against his wet tent just to hear him whimper once more.
Only then does Leo comprehends the very possibility that you might not like his body. "Mira, sé que parece—" and only then too he realizes that his tongue is still working on full spanish mode. "Shit, I'm sorry," he babbles on, eyes blown wide and cheeks inflammable red. "I know I don't look that good or strong or hot or—"
"What d'you mean?" you reach a hand to pinch at his biceps, which tenses and got a lot more prominent under your touch. "You look just fine to me, pretty boy." and Leo mewls at that nickname, body shifting against yours in search of pleasure.
"You are insane." he breathes shakily, hips jolting up against yours in weak humps, considering he just released after the first one. "You are evil and you're going to kill me in this car and the police is gonna find my body and I'll end up in a true crime podcast by some stranger who doesn't even know that I died because of this insanely hot and beautiful angel!"
Told you he babbles.
"But seriously," you near your mouth to his ear, using the knowledge of every platonic sex talks you guys both had in previous times. You know that his ears are sensitive, and you used that to your advantage.
"You look as good as I am naked." your teeth nibbles on his earlobe, looting out a trembling sigh out of him. "And besides, it's not fair if I'm the only one bare, that feels spiritually misogynistic." and you babble on too.
"Right," he nods almost eagerly, head bobbing up and down before he swallows a lump through his adam's apple. "Right, but—"
"No buts," you teasingly nudge a light bite on the side of his neck, like a small ant's carve. But maybe he feels a big one instead, because he trashes under your body—one hand fisting your hair to a tight grip while the other holds your waist even stronger.
"Fuck, that's what I'm talking about." he tilts his head as his eyes closes for a brief moment. Letting you litter his body in sweet and sloppy kisses that he never knew he could have it ever in his life. You feel like a miracle to him, an angel sent to torment him specifically as his hips suddenly raises when you digs your fangs into his shoulder.
"I'm just copying what you did to me." because even with your bravery, you're still picking up on his cues on how to do this whole sex thing, it's a bit confusing, but as long as you followed him, it'll be okay, right?
Another mewl falls from his parted lips. "Bring it down," he breathes in harsh staggers, swiftly grabbing your hand and trace it along the slope of his chest, then to his faint abs, then to rest at the surface of his wet pants. "Touch me there, pretty."
And you do follow his words, just with a twist of your own tease. Your tongue glides on the sweat glistening his chest like drops of paint all over his body. Leo shudders, bringing his arm to hover above his fluttering eyes as he arches more and more to the seat. Littered kisses, soft sighs, and quiet praises flows out of your mouth like waterfall, and you're not sure if you're cooling down his heated body or intensifying it.
"That's it," his words are a trembling inhale when you nuzzle your face against the hot linens of his abs, though that's not what earned a yelp from him next. Your arms extends to reach your hand for the seat adjuster, suddenly springing the chair to drop backwards to beckon him for a lying position.
"Ah, oh, you want me to—" Leo blinks out of his daze, seeing how you begin to lower yourself on his lap, "Shit, uhh, you sure you can take it?"
You peer at him briefly, "You think I can't handle it?"
"Not that!" his hands wave uselessly, a frantic look on his face before he rises with the help of his elbows, "You sure you're not gonna..." he coughs, "Look at me weird after you see it or something? I mean, I don't want to gross you—"
"Are you like big down there or something?" you take the opportunity to ghostly brush your tongue against the peeking trails above his pants.
"M-Mierda—" he arches his spine, a breathless gasp breaking out of him, "You are a terrible student. Really, I should give you a hard D or maybe throw you out or maybe—" his ramblings are cut off when your mouth closes on his belt's strap. Suddenly all that echoes in his brain is how cute you look kneeled down like this, your tongue uselessly flinging at the iron handles before your hand lifts to open it instead.
And suddenly, his belt is tugged off by your own mouth, like you were too impatient for him. It clangs against the car's door, while you drag down his zipper line by your teeth.
"Hold on," since you're a newcomer at this, he should be a good teacher, after all. So with a gulp down his adam's apple, he drags his pants to his knee, and slowly pulls down his underwear.
You're astonished, to say the least.
It's true, he is big. If you do the math, he's approximately 6 inches, or more so. It's slight curved and has that blushing warmth coupling in his bulbous tip that you could already imagine it hitting the back of your throat—
"Do you like it?" Leo asks much quieter, like an exhale mixed with a whisper. His eyes are keen on your face, taking note of every reaction written on it. He feels hot and bothered, but he still wants to know if you're as eager as him.
You are.
"Well, now I know," you brush your palm to the underside of his cock, and you could feel the girthy veins around it tense to your brief touch. "Where all that height went to." your tongue juts out to lick at your upper lip, a grin pulling on your face.
"Excuse me?" he attempts to argue, but his spine stiffens against the seat, a loud whimper breaking out of him, "Did you just—" fire crackles on his fingertips, his voice tuning high pitched while he tries with his whole strength not to buck against your hand. "Did you just call me short while—" another whine interrupt his words, just when you brush your palm deliberately along his shaft.
"Mhm," you nod, eyelashes flicking up to him, "Got a problem with that?"
Leo catches on that look on your face, and he swear—he could come just by staring at that eyes of yours.
"Yeah, I got a problem with that," he gathers his previous composure, sliding his hand to your hair, "I got a problem when you're not using that smart mouth for something useful," there it is, that familiar cocky Leo Valdez that always bullies you for any inconvenience you made.
"Come on," he licks his lips, voice shifting lower, "I'll guide you, pretty girl."
With the fingers collecting your locks in his palm, Leo slowly pushes you forward—a muffled whimper tumbling out when you leave a kiss on his aching tip. Then, still with your hands under his shaft, you start to widen your mouth and take him partly in. It's a bit hard to adapt to his girth, but you managed, with each reassuring coos he whispered to you.
"That's it," he huffs, "That's a good start," he couldn't take his attention off of yours. With your eyes fluttered shut, mouth partly full of his cock, and hair collected up in his hand. And when you grazes your tongue along the veins, he melts like a poodle.
"A-Ah, told you you've got a smart mouth—" it's addicting, to hear his sweet nothings when you explore his shaft like a popsicle. His slick liquids are coating the surface, and you suckle on every leftovers of release you could taste on him. It's sour, but it doesn't bother you much. Instead, you double down. Gliding your hands to his tight balls before squeezing them.
"Mmm—haah—!" instead of buckling against your mouth, he arches his back against the seat. Head thrown to the back while his mouth continues to sputter more heated whimpers.
"Fuck, yeah, just like that, bebè," his tug on your hair strengthens a slight, just so he could push you down on his cock fully. Just so he could hear you gag and whine below him, his pre-cum mixed with your drool dripping down your chin. "Atta girl." he murmurs in low bass, and suddenly—you feel his fat tip slamming against the roof of your mouth when your eyes widen.
Repeatedly, his tip snugs between the tightness of your throat, hard enough for him to feel every swallow you took— it's almost surreal, no one could explain the emotions he was going through as he lolls his head back, jaw parted, mewling your name as you glide your fingernails along his thighs, playing with him, stroking his length and suckling tight.
"You're—ah—too good at this, you know that right?" his words are a string of blurred rambles and deep whimpers. The sight of your head bobbing up and down till you take him all in, and at this point, he fully lost all control of his power. Flame crackles in the air, and he didn't know some of his high temperature also flows down to the blood gathering in his cock before you muffle and gag against him.
"Mhmm," you could feel your tears brimming in your lashes when he suddenly tastes too hot around your tongue. Yet you don't waste your effort, instead you suck him off violently now, twisting your tongue over the twitching veins as he cries and moan, the flesh of him is searing against your tastebud, but you swallow every hot cum he spurts out. Every buck of his hips against yours like he too had surrendered fully to the lust.
"Shit, I'm gonna, I'm gonna—" he gasps a loud one, right before bitting his lip harshly to stifle a cry down. He knows he's probably burning up your mouth now, but he just can't seem to control it. Not when you're so pliant and accepting of him. Not when he slaps the back of your throat and your eyes rolls back because of it. He's sure you're seeing stars right now.
"Dios, I'm gonna come—" he staggers in his breath. But you don't stop, if anything—you swallow him much deeper and faster. Being the one responsible for the cries escaping his mouth and the rising temperature in the cramped room. Your tongue swirls and your mouth sucks, and he's on the edge already.
"F-Fuck, a-ah—!" that over rush of pleasure happens when you redirect your hands to squeeze at his runny and tight balls—the effect is as you expected, maybe even better. Harsh and hot sprays of cum shoots into your throat, milking down your tongue. And you release your mouth with a wet slop! echoing in the room, saliva and thick whites glistening your lips. You thought it'd be over by now.
Well, maybe a giving a small peck at his tip is a fault. Because suddenly, sprays of warm whites shoots into your face. Directly. Painting some parts of your cheeks and your lashes before you blink in surprise.
Huh?
"Shit—lo siento, lo siento, dioses, estoy muerto," and Leo seems to realize that too with his babbling mouthful curses. Suddenly, he springs up from his laid position, leaning down to catch your messy face in his hands. "I'm sorry—" he wipes some of the dripping pleasure on your lashes, a frantic look adorning his face with that blushing cheeks and wide eyes. "A-Are you okay?"
Did he just came so hard that he literally painted your face with cum?
"Cariño, I swear, you can be mad at me—" all words are burned to ashes the moment you smash your lips in a mindless kiss. More like eating each other's faces as you surge your tongue deep in his cavern, ripping out a startled moan out of his pouting lips. The drops of cum on your face rubs partly on his nose, and the view is just a hot mess of pleasure.
"Ngh—mhm," his mouth falls and closes with every flick of your tongue, he could taste his own pleasure—and the sensation is like a mindfuck all over his concentration. Leo brings you upwards, tightening his hold on your cheeks while you mewled against his mouth. Your knees feel sore, not used to being on the ground for ten? Fifteen minutes straight? You don't know.
All you know is how good his groan vibrates into you when you palm his painfully tight cock once more. Rubbing it up and down as you slather his liquids all over his flesh, some on his thighs, some on his abdomen, it's just a mess at this point.
Leo bucks into you, "Mierda, ni siquiera sabía que podías ser así..." he inhales your exhale, taking your breath away before he bites on your bottom lip and twist your tongue too easily.
Your hand handles him with erratic speed now, eager to bring another release of pleasure. Another break of his walls. And when you finally sit fully on top of his lap, you can't help but direct the tip to your weak folds transparent to your damp panties. Even when your skirt is not that short, you must be so driven by your desire to start humping against his bare cock.
"O-Oh, gods, oh mamî—" Leo's cries are high pitched when you swallow the rasping gasps whole. His nails are digging a slight into your hair when he moves them, guiding your head to the side while he leans forward to steal more of each moans ridden out of you. You could feel the strain between his brows, his curls ticklish against your forehead before he pushes you to the seat's board. It's a faint slam, but nonetheless startles you while Leo continues to shorten every chance of breath you could have.
In retolt, your palm squeezes around his shaft—a rough and tight one, enough for him to dig his fangs into your bottom lip till you're sure it probably bled a hint of ache. Another spark of cum escapes his veins, ruining the skin of your chest with hot slicks spread like the ones on both of your faces. It's a real fucking mess, and you don't think anything could be better than this.
Leo pulls away with a tug on your bottom lip, which are now sore and red from his ravish. You couldn't even inhale when the air is too hot around you, your head swimming in flames while you feel like every touch of him is searing a mark into you. Sure, your eyes are still closed when he already opened his, and for a second, no exhale flowed out of you.
Leo's pupils dilates, because yeah—even he can lost his breath after that intense make out. His eyes tracked over your chest heaving up and down, and to his spots of release slicked on the surface of your beautiful and perfect skin. He just loves everything about you. So with a dart of his tongue, Leo leans in. Suckling on the traces of his pleasure on you, licking every mark clean with occasional nibbles on it. Making you arch and trash around under his cradle.
"A-Aaahn—!"
"Mhm, you're lucky I made the car soundproof." he groans a muffled one. Mouth far too focused on ravishing and drawing hickeys to your chest. While your back is against the board, Leo makes sure to keep your lower one upright, occasionally tracing small circles against your hip as if it could soothe you from moaning out loud.
"Leo, I wanna—" you know what should happens next, and you want it so badly for him to focus on your lower ache too. "Please—I wanna..."
"I don't hear her begging yet." Leo murmurs, eyes glazing upwards to yours in swirls of darkness engulfing his irises. It feels like he's consuming you, body and soul.
"Her?" you blink, tears from before dimming your eyes to glassy ones.
"Her." in span of fire eating up oak, Leo's fingers found your sensitive wetness underneath your skirt. Pressing to your squelching folds in spite of your undies, in fact, he relishes on that. Playing with your cute clit like he's fixing something in those automatons he has. Everything feels ten times more sensitive, especially with the warmth on his hand being borderline on injecting a flame.
"S-Shit, oh—" you blinds your eyes shut, drop of tears trailing down your cheeks. "Not there—ngh-aaah!" his middle finger teases your cavern, nudging it against your excited hole through the transparent fabric. Even with him not fully in you, it sucks him the moment he got too close and threatens to plunge his finger right there. With your sweet panties on.
He lost his mind, you see.
Leo clicks his tongue, lifting his head so he can tip his words right to your ear. "All I hear," he pinches the clit till your head throws against the board backward, seeing stars in your peripheral. "Is 'Leo, yeah, right there,'" his tone is deep, not because it's low bass or anything. But deep in a way that is full hoarse and invokes lust all through your veins, stemming in your heart with burning roots. "'Fuck me right there.'" he bites gently on your earlobe, and you feel it electrifies your body the same way he rubs his finger pad along your wanton slit.
"I think that's what she's telling me." his fangs are peeked out when he grins against you, it's a whole contrast. You, crying and moaning—while he's being all cocky and domineering. He has that complications, acting all nervous then suddenly bullying you through every shameless pleasure you're having.
"Please," you buckle against his searing hand, your slick coating his calloused digits in a way that makes you want rip your panties already.
"Leo, right there." your lashes flutters to focus on him, thousands of words stuck in your throat, and you hoped he could read them through your tears. "Fuck me right there, Leo."
... Crap.
Your body leaps forward, and you yelp and fall immediately—if it weren't for him handling you to sit properly on his lap. Leo is laid on the chair again, dark curls showered in sweat against the seat's head. Yet, all he focuses is on the harsh slide of your clad pussy against his bare cock, the shaft running along the slit as he suckles a fang on his bottom lip. Trying to resist and keep things in control.
He opens a drawer nearby, just at the center of the car's board before hoarding through it. You raised an eyebrow at his action, wondering why he's plunging his hand into the drawer instead of inside you.
Oops...?
It became clear to you once a small packet of protection is caught between his fingers. Swiftly, he tore the package's end with his teeth, right before pulling out the clad stretch and he catches it on his hand. The gesture is almost hypnotizing, you're very much aware of how wet you're suddenly becoming with your liquid now dripping on his lap.
"Last chance to back out." he says, but he knows you won't. Not with your impatient pussy beating its pulse against his abdomen, and your eyes glassy with desire and arousal. Still, he wants one last consent from you.
You open your mouth, attempting to string a response. Instead all that comes out are staggering breaths and muffled cries. So when your throat is locked, you move with your hand. Which is now resting against his shoulder. Slowly, like that one time he taught you, your finger taps against him.
"Yes." a morse code.
Leo sighs a long one.
"Tell me if it's too much." he mutters, eyes desperate and gentle when he tangles in yours. "Or," he smiles, surprisingly less cocky and more genuine, "If it's not enough."
Gently, so careful, he lifts you up by the hips. Pulling your panties down and guiding you upwards a slight to position you while you hold onto his shoulders. The tip creams out come slicks that falls underneath the condom's stretch. "Breathe with me, m'kay?" his voice is so soft, and you follow. Inhaling the same moment as he does when you feel the bulbous head sears in your folds. "Take it in."
Ticklish sting signals your entire body to a fight or flight mode. But you stay and bite your lip, focusing on his words to take it easy. To take him easy. "And out." he exhales, dragging you downwards through the flesh in slow motion. You need time to adapt and get used to all of this. Though it's proven difficult when pain mixes in with pleasure in your lungs.
"Hey, hey, focus on me." he assures, drawing small circles of comfort to your hips that crackles some seconds. It's not that hot arousing one you feel him mark onto you earlier, this one is plain warm—like the fireplace in cold winter.
"Let's go through this again, okay, cariño?" his words feels like a kiss to your sting, and you nod, your gaze speaking a secret language only he could understand.
"Alright," he mumbles, "In," you take a deep inhale, blinding your eyes shut just so you can focus on him and not the mix of emotions indescribable to your heat. It's only halfway now, you know by how his girth became more obvious against your clad walls.
"And out," finally, you're sat fully on top of him with his cock warming up and snuggling in your pussy muscles. It's breathtaking, but so fucking relieving. Like all the problems steamed off your back and flies to whatever hell it should be.
"See?" he coos, "It doesn't hurt at all, right?" you shake your head, and he lifts his head just to peck a fleeting kiss to your outer wrist.
Then he rolls his hips—just enough to make you gasp again—but keep it shallow and teasing.
"I’ll go as slow as you need," he whispers, "Or… we can stop."
"But if we keep going? I’m gonna love you so deep you forget your own name." He kisses once again at your wrist. "Promise."
You take opportunity at his moment to relax your muscles, to blink your eyes open and simply appreciate how wrecked he looks right now. You know you're no better though. Still, it gives you a heartwarming assurance, that all of this is mutual. That the love is mutual.
He knows you're strong—goddamn fierce, actually—but right now? You're allowed to be slow. Allowed to be soft. Allowed to need.
And if you needs him quiet? He’ll stay silent.
If you needs words? He’s got a thousand lined up just for moments like this. But mostly? He just wants you present. With him. Not running off in that pretty head of yours.
Just here.
With his name on your lips and his body part of yours for the first time ever.
"Can I," you mutter. "Can I move? I'm not gonna go too fast though, I'm... still getting used to this." a small laugh escapes you.
"Whatever you want, princessa." he smiles, faint dimples forming on his apple cheeks.
With the knowledge of a regular erotic reader and a complete virgin, you shift with his cock inside you a bit terribly. But it's not you if you don't learn quickly along the way. Slowly, you get the hang of it.
"Like that, exactly like that, bebè," he guides you too by helping you circle your hips and lines them up and down vertically. "Gods, you can jump on it and kill me and I still would think you can do no wrong." he nuzzles against your palm that has moved to caress his cheek, right before placing a small kiss on your hand.
Then he opens one eye just to wink at you, "Best way to go."
"Really?" it's not you if you dismiss a challenge as tempting as that one. So with a streak of tease curving your lips upwards, you grip your shoulder a lot stronger and let your hips do the talking.
You push a long smooth forward, falling a gasp when you feel him carve his nails on your hips as you grind against him. Testing the waters by taking notes of every strangled whimpers and groans breaking out of him. And you feel a bloom of satisfaction when he throws his head back.
"Holy fuck—" he curses out, trying his damn hardest not to dig at your hips and bounce you up and down his fat cock like he wanted to. Your body's whine is like a waterfall of elixir blessed to cure all his broken parts, yet his words are half sin when he darts out a tongue to gleam his grin, "This soon, bebè? Are you trying to prove me wrong or her wrong?"
At the exact moment, a squeal of pure filth rasps from the needy lips between your thighs. And with every attempted bounce you ride on him, an electric surge of lewdness strikes a slam to your clawing walls. Like your pussy is trying to suck the life out of him and lock him inside forever, like your bodies feel natural to be one.
Leaks of pre-cum trickles from your pussy lips, basking his brunette trails in covers of it. Even more so when your clit and slight traces of yours grinds against the travels. You curse out, your head tilting backwards as your eyes flutters meekly. "Aahn—ngh—Leo—"
"Come on," seeing your ass echo up and down with every slam is doing something to him, something crackling and dangerous. While he lets you take control of the cardio, Leo's hands are restless. It glides like a man starved to your breasts, pinching your nipples just to mock at the weary moan you induced. Then down so quickly to your puckering lips, slipping half his digits inside and collect your clit teasingly. It swells and tears up, turning red with the blood gathering in it making you weak and stumble above him.
"L-Leo—!"
"Mmnh, say my name again." he has the audacity to crack a laugh under you, the sound a melodious torture whispering naughts and searing flames to your skin. He takes his thumb and his finger to ripe apart your swollen folds, licking his lip at every spurt of slick crying out of them as his gaze is transfixed to it. It's addicting, even better than any projects or engines he worked on 24/7. Maybe he should replace you as his specialty now.
"Leo, gods—!" a muffled groan tumbles out of you, and you feel your inner muscles gathering up blood in them. Making you weak and pliant above him.
"Y-Yeah, gorgeous, fuck—you're squeezing me so hard," he rasps a long moan, his voice raw and broken as your walls clamp down around him—tight, hot, perfect.
He freezes for a second—fingers clenching the side of your hips—because if he doesn’t, he’s going to come right then and there. And no way in hell is that happening. Not when you're just starting to unravel.
So he counts backward from ten in Spanish. (Diez... nueve... ocho…)
And when he can trusts himself again?
He moves.
Slow at first—a long, deep glide that makes you sob into the heated air—but then faster. Not rough, never rough with you, but sure. Confident. Like every stroke is a promise: 'I'm here. You're safe. I’ve got you.'
"My princessa," his hand slides from your tearful clit to press onto the bulge evident against your abdomen. And the squeeze of your walls becomes tighter when he nudges a palm against your pubic bone.
You cry out his name in a loud whimper. Not only for the intense crash of his cock imprinted to your cervix, but also for the sudden faint but startling burn you felt when he presses a palm onto you.
"My perfect girl, my everything, my goddess—fuck," his head throws back, thrusting up too abruptly as his bulbous cock hit the sticky muscles surrounding your cervix, the tip bulging hot when he buckles up a sharp slam. "I'm gonna make you feel so good—I'm gonna—s-shit, ngh—o-oh—!"
"Leo, Leo, Leo..." you mumble out series of gullible wordings on his name, head far too blown out to think of anything clearly. Your nails etches in his shoulder blades, making him arch under you before you lift a bounce on him, "I don't think I can—" you feel a surge of stars clouding your sight, blurry in tears of your mixed pain and pleasure.
"I know, bebè, I know," he shudders, obvious warmth forming into hue of flames on his curls. His calloused fingers keeps your body to not fall on him, bobbing your hips up and down to his hard cock, "But you can take it, just a bit longer."
"N-No," you stagger a breath, sniffling a cry brimming in your nose, "That's not—f-fuck—!" and that repeated slam of his cock is starting to burn your throat, the echo of skin to skin slapping is becoming a hazy sound in your ears. Yet, you're still able to comprehend one thing.
"Leo," you managed to say, although hoarse with his heat flowing inside you to the brim. "I think the condom broke."
"Oh." he blinks a thousand times.
"Oh." his eyes widens.
"Mierda," he rubs his hands on his face, as if he could wipe the embarrassment off, "Leo Valdez, eres un pervertido estúpido y vergonzoso." he curses under his low breath, hips surrendering to the seat. His cock warming halts inside you, unsure to succumb for release or pull out safely.
"You have another one, right?"
Leo smiles nervously.
You pick up your weight with his hands helping you lift, and the view below you is nothing short of a crumbling mess, one that arouses you even more if that's possible. The protection sure is leaking, burnt off on the top, and the tip stutters out heated slicks that shoots weakly.
So he broke it by setting the condom on fire?
Huh...
"I'll take over this time." you flick off the useless stretch of fabric, throwing it somewhere you wouldn't care where it dangles.
"Oh, dios," his breath runs shakily, eyes dilating even more when you settle above his red and bulging cock, repressed with straight up hotness in the tip. Then, with your slow movement that seems to irk him, he huffs a stagger when you sink down on him. Your nails clawing in deeper in his shoulders, and your moan bellowing deeper while you arches.
The thought of you taking him raw is already a heart arrest to his dreams, and now it's actually happening?
He can just come right on the spot immediately.
"You—aah—are so unserious." your eyes flaps close for a brief second, soaking in the warmth he infects you by filling your entire walls—you're sure it moves differently now that this is the second time. More easy to slither in since your muscles probably shapes the way his cock does. "How many chances are there in the world for a condom to get burnt?"
"Not many, for sure." he knows you're probably a bit pissed off at him currently. So he attempts to goad you by his usual charming smile, pearly whites peeking through his cheer. "But, there's also minimal chances in the world to get fucked by my best friend."
At that, you stutter in your pace—though you're quick enough to hide it by rolling your hips then jolting above him. Making him wither and whine under you.
"Leo," you call out, voice glinting low while you track the sweat and occasional sparks of pyro jumping from his skin. The linen of his abs are burning and prominent, in a way has drawn the details of each mole and hue instead of the muscle. "You sure as hell ruined a lot of things today."
Step number one on breaking down Leo Valdez's walls: challenge him to admit his own greatest fears.
"W-Wha—" his voice is cut off when another slap of skins echo in the cramped room. His lips falls apart, unable to say any noise before he registers your nudge. "No! What do you—aah-ngh—" you are cruel. Far too cruel to test him on 'what are we?' questions and confrontations about the cross they've discarded now. Far too cruel when he can't even speak the next cue when you simply take his breath away. His cock twitching and smashing against your cervix, and you—somehow—looks like you can stay calm through it all while he's an absolute pathetic mess.
"First, you ruin our friendship," you hoarse out, leaning down to reach his level and near your lips to his ear. "And you acted like a self righteous bastard earlier," he gasp to the crook of your neck, gliding his hands to grasp at your torso—cradling till your chests are mushing against one another. "You can't even control yourself not to cum like a dog in heat." you chuckle a breathless one.
Sure enough, your prediction is correct. He always burn his hair off and have his skin rise up abnormally in temperature, even his cock is searing hot in your sticky pussy—that's the reason why he broke the protection after all. And he lets out that little broken whine, "I'm gonna, I'm gonna, fuck—mhm—gonna—"
His light brown eyes shoots wide.
And you lift your hips just in time when both of you resides in that sweet fulfilling pleasure, washing you in immense warmth that weakens your spine and drops your jaw. Even you can't help but whine and yield out a moan, resulting from the chaotic yet perfect sex both of you will probably only had once in a lifetime. With him. With you.
"Lo siento—" suddenly, through your blurry peripherals and ringing ears, a crackle of his pyro tendencies acts up out of control. You'd thought that maybe he did it on the air, on the seat, or maybe even your skin.
The radio right on the center of the headboard? It's news telling voice for a music channel blurts out in the car. The loud boom startles you till you glance at the device from your laid position—fully on top of him. You were about to ask him how the tech device operates on its own without a brain-ware, but Leo only spouts another, "Lo siento—"
Right before the radio static churns off. And works of pyro-manship blurts out of the screen, burning off the screen till it's having a seizure of green screen then turning off fully.
... Seriously, is your pussy that special or something to the point he broke a condom and the frickin' radio in span of five minutes?!
"Cariño, I'm—" but another thing came up to your attention, something more urgent. He may be able to suppress it at first, but after the whole degrading and bullying you did on him—it turns him into a weak pathetic disaster. Weak enough to come like a dog in heat and pathetic enough to sob into your shoulder, just like each words you spitted at him. "Gods, shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just..."
Leo finally cracks, "I wanted you for so long, needed you ever since I see you laugh at my awful puns, dreamed of you ever since you argued with me and you actually made great points at that—" he whimpers, tightening his hold around the rib housing your frantic heart. "I was a dick, a coward for acting like I don't care about you. Like I don't think about your wellbeing more than mine. Shit, mamî, I'm just so—"
He pulls away from your neck, glassy eyes meeting your intense ones.
"I thought," he murmurs, trying every breath he has to steady his voice while you blink at him, not in confusion—but something borderline on reverent. "I could just ignore my heart and listen to my brain. Logic's always gonna keep you alive, so I tried to support you with your crushes, try not to think of what we could be if you can just—" he inhales full of trembles, "Notice me."
"So, yeah," his palm—no longer burned till it imprints to your skin like before. It slips to your cheek like comforting warmth, like what Leo had always been to you. "I ruined our friendship," his thumb brushes against your bottom lip, but his eyes are a gentle anchor on meeting yours. "Because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody. You want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
He exhales, having finished releasing all the weights trampled deep within his heart. Given now that you notice how it starts to slow down. Like this moment doesn't need to be dramatic or full of fireworks, it can be peaceful and calming. Especially with the previous heat now shifting into gentle warmth blanketing as how a cocoon would around you.
In finalization, you decide for yourself. For the hidden waves of beats that always seem synchronize with his own pulse. For how it only gets to slow down right at this moment, with him too.
"Come on up and get dressed." you rise up from your position. Breaking off the silence, not out spite for the comfort or the resting chance. But for something you always wanted to say to him.
"Uh... for what?" he stutters, and you definitely dumbed down this man for now.
Your lips curves up a smile, as easy and genuine as the new understanding you connected in your synchronized pulses. You already finished wearing your bra properly while he's still wide eyed like a deer in headlights. "I'm taking you out on a date."
— kinktober day two: creampie 💌 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ a/n: wrote this while having a mental breakdown 😜😜 #multitaskingfinalboss
holy fuck.
you can barely think anything beyond those two words over and over again. at least throughout your mind. your mouth utters percy’s name in strings of moans and whimpers.
and tears, if you’re being completely honest.
the raw, nearly unreal, sensation of percy’s cock thrusting into your sopping cunt makes you feel like elysium isn’t too far away.
you’d never taken him like this before— not until today. but when he stepped out of the bathroom, it was over for you.
in all his glory, there he stood; towel low around his hips, water droplets falling over his tanned abdomen, black hair tousled, and pink-flushed cheeks.
you truly hadn’t cared whatsoever if he was to protect himself or not. but, how responsible, percy had asked you thrice if you were comfortable with doing this.
and you’re sure he might’ve asked a fourth time (or perhaps a fifth even!) had your hand not gone and wrapped around his length, stroking it teasingly.
that shut him up fairly quickly.
which only leads you to where you lay now. your nails dig crescent-shaped holes into percy’s back, you presume they may even draw blood within seconds.
you feel like you’re falling apart, body arching to meet each delicious thrust. this, you have to admit, feels eternally more pleasurable than anything you’ve ever done before.
accommodating to that statement, percy’s lips drop to your naked chest, taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth. his tongue swirls around it, teeth lightly nipping in the process. the sensation doesn’t help the coil that builds up deep within your belly.
“fuck— sweet girl,” percy moans, releasing your breast, leaving it soaked in his saliva. “gods, you feel perfect.”
his voice is raspy. no doubt, either from waking up not even an hour and a half ago, or from the guttural noises he can’t seem to stifle.
you tug at his hair, pulling his mouth to meet your own. the kiss is nothing unlike his thrusts; gentle yet still utterly desperate. and it only takes a handful of seconds to find your much-needed orgasm.
the lingering reminder that it’s almost as simple as this that could have you round and waddling in a matter of months is enticing. you would happily carry percy’s baby if it meant you’d have experienced such pleasure as this.
it doesn’t take long after your own release that percy follows, the feeling of you tightening around him and drenching his cock sending him spiraling. he happily fills you with his own warm seed.
your moans are swallowed within the kiss, your teeth clamping down on percy’s bottom lip to draw blood. then sucking it off and letting the salty taste fill you as well.
you’re sure now that this will not be the only time you lack proper protection.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐬 : In which you have an extremely high sex drive and Percy can't keep up.
𝐜𝐰 : Switch ? Percy ⸝⸝ m! oral ⸝⸝ making out w soft dick ⸝⸝ praising ⸝⸝ grinding ⸝⸝ creampie(s)
Percy wondered about many things, the first being how he had pulled one of the most beautiful girls in the whole camp when he was an insecure teenager and you one of Aphrodite's children, and the second being how you could have such a big appetite for sex after so many years together.
The guy thought Aphrodite's kids were supposed to be all charm and beauty and he doesn't even know ! Just not— not this... this endless fucking machine. If he didn't love you so much, he'd be terrified.
Well, he was terrified.
You had started his day by giving him a blowjob between the sheets, laughing until you managed to swallow his seed. Later, between chores and training the young demigods, you had managed to get him between your legs again.
Percy also wondered how it was possible that you hadn't gotten pregnant with the number of times you made him ejaculate inside you; according to you because it felt a thousand times better to have all of him.
The thing is, by the time the day was over, you were both sweating even after showering together because apparently you hadn't finished with him after following him inside.
You crawled onto the bed beside him, your body humming with insistent ache. The day's exertions had left you sensitive and your pussy still tingling from the way he'd filled you over and over— but not satisfied. Not nearly !
Percy lay on his back, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, his dark hair matted to his forehead. You traced a finger along his hip, feeling the faint tremor in his muscles.
His dick was soft against his thigh, spent and innocent-looking after you'd drained him dry four times already today. His balls looked tender, probably sore from all the cum he'd spilled for you over the day.
You dropped to your knees beside the bed, eyes locked on that limp length. It was cute like this, a pretty pink colour and relaxed, not the thick, veiny monster it became when you coaxed to life. You leaned in, inhaling his musky scent-salt and sweat and that faint tang of cum. Your tongue darted out, licking a slow stripe from the base to the tip.
It was floppy against your mouth, barely reacting, but you didn't care. You wanted it hard, needed it stretching you again.
"Come on, Perce," you murmured, leaning in. Your tongue flicked out once more, tracing the soft underside from base to tip.
Your boyfriend groaned, half-asleep, his hand coming up to rub his face.
"Babe," he muttered, voice rough. "It's been a full fuck day. My dick's done.."
It didn't twitch much at first— just the faint warmth spreading under your touch. You licked again, slower, savoring the salty residue of your earlier fun and then your mouth closed around the head, sucking gently, tongue swirling like you were coaxing a reluctant flame.
Percy shifted, propping himself on an elbow to watch. "You're insatiable. What is it with you and my soft cock? Just let it rest."
You pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at him.
"Rest? This little guy's my favorite toy." You replied and dove back in, kissing along the shaft, your breath hot against the loose skin. It stayed mostly limp, refusing to swell, but you could feel the subtle pulse beneath.
Minutes stretched— five, maybe ten— your jaw starting to ache from the persistent effort. You sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks, then lapped at his balls, careful not to press too firm on the sensitive spots. He winced a little, but his hand found your hair, stroking absently, affectionate even in defeat.
"Aren't you persistent?" Percy asked, a tired laugh bubbling up as his eyes, sea-green and hazy, tracked your movements.
Part of him wanted to just pass out, but watching you- lips shiny, tits brushing his thigh— stirred something low in his gut. You were a vision, all need and devotion, and yeah, maybe he was a bit of a perv for getting off on the sight.
You hummed around him, the vibration pulling a soft grunt from his throat but still nothing much.
Time to up the ante.
You nuzzled the base, your voice dropping to a playful whisper right against the flesh. "Hey there, handsome. You can do it, hm? I know you're tired, but look at me.. I'm all wet and ready for you."
You planted a kiss on the tip, dumb smile curving your lips as if you were chatting with an actual person. "Come on, get nice and thick for me. I need you stretching my pussy again."
Percy snorted. "It's not gonna happen. Told you I'm tapped out."
But you tuned him out, eyes half-lidded, focused on the cock in your hands. You stroked it lightly with your fingers, then licked a broad stripe up the length.
"Shh, don't listen to him. He's grumpy, but you? You're my good boy. Grow for me, yeah? Make me proud and get all long and hard so I can fuck you silly."
Another kiss, deeper this time, your tongue dipping into the slit. You talked to it like that for what felt like forever, praising every tiny twitch, your words breathy and encouraging.
"That's it, baby dick. You're stirring. Knew you had it in you. Fuck, you're so cute when you're waking up."
To Percy's surprise— and hell, his growing interest— it worked. The blood flow trickled in, reluctantly at first, as the shaft thickened a bit, lengthening from soft handful to something semi-firm, curving slightly against your palm. Not rock-hard, but enough to bob when you tugged.
You popped off, beaming up at it like you'd won.
"Yes! Look at you, so perfect." You planted a firm kiss on the tip, tasting the bead of pre-cum that had finally leaked out. "Knew you could do it."
He stared down, a mix of awe and amusement. "Holy shit… Did you just sweet-talk my cock into action? That's a new one."
You laughed, low and wicked, crawling up to straddle his hips. Your pussy was slick, folds swollen from the day's teasing and your own endless want. You grabbed his semi-erect dick, guiding it to your entrance, rubbing the tip along your slit.
"Mmm, feel that? I'm still sooo wet for you."
But he wasn't quite there— too soft to push in without folding. So you ground down, letting the length slide over your clit instead, the friction sparking heat up your spine.
Percy gripped your thighs, thumbs digging in. "You're torturing me over here." His voice had that edge that said he was into it despite the ache in his balls.
You rocked harder, persistent, your clit pulsing against the warming shaft.
This endless stamina was your gift— or curse— letting you chase pleasure without burnout, but even you felt the sensitivity building, raw from the earlier fucks.
The cabin's wooden wall creaked faintly as you moved the bed with your soft thrusts, your breaths syncing with his.
"Fuck, Percy, it's perfect like this. Rubbing you right… there…" You hugged him close, arms around his neck, tits pressing to his chest as you ground in circles.
The pressure built nice, your thighs clenching slightly his sides, and then you came— shuddering, a huff of air escaping as you buried your face in his shoulder. Juices slicked his cock even more, making it glisten.
He held you through it, hands roaming your back, affectionate murmurs in your ear. "There you go. God, you're beautiful when you cum."
Panting, you lifted your head, feeling his dick now - throbbing, harder from the stimulation, finally rigid enough to take you.
It wasn't his usual steel, but it was serviceable, the head nudging your folds insistently. You shifted, sinking down slow, inch by inch.
"Yes… Finally inside me." You didn't know when to stop, did you? Just had an orgasm and already looking for more.
He filled you just enough, the stretch satisfying that deep itch. You started riding, hips rolling in a steady rhythm, your walls clenching around him.
Percy groaned, head falling back. "Shit, you're tight. Easy, babe I'm sensitive as hell.."
But you didn't ease up— bouncing happily, tits jiggling with each drop. The bed squeaked under you, the air thick with the sounds of your pussy taking him.
It was all you, drawing out those weak bucks from his hips. His balls brushed your ass with every grind, probably stinging, but he didn't complain— just watched you with that tired, loving gaze.
"Fuck me, Percy," you gasped, leaning forward to kiss him. Your tongue tangled with his, tasting salt and him. You rode faster, chasing another peak, your clit grinding his base. He was close too, you could tell- his dick twitching inside you.
"I'm not gonna last," he warned, voice strained. His hands squeezed your ass, guiding you down harder.
"Don't care. Cum inside again."
The sole idea of it pushed you over, your orgasm ripping through, your cunt spasming around him. He followed with a weak spurt, not the flood he normally gave you, but enough to warm your insides— a final, exhausted release.
You collapsed onto him, both of you slick and spent, the cabin quiet except for your shared breaths.
As the aftershocks faded, you nuzzled his neck, a content hum escaping your lips. Percy wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"
You chuckled softly, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "What a way to go. Hero of Olympus, taken down by his girlfriend's pussy."
Why are you not re-blogging? You think the fandom is dead, that no one’s interacting anymore, no one’s doing anything, no one’s writing, no one’s posting. ‘Everyone was so hyperfixed on that character, Where is the writing?’
People are writing. People aren’t reblogging. People aren’t giving some good feedback to motivate the writers that are putting their hard work, time, effort into making this piece that you were reading.
‘oh, it’s just too much work. You don’t wanna click that button and then click a few tags.’ Then you’re gonna have to suffer and not see a lot of writing from a lot of people because the only way this fucking app works is if you reblog.
I see so many pieces of work with 59 likes and 1 blog, I just saw one that had 690 likes and it had 9 reblogs. Even 1,000 likes and only 59 reblogs too. It’s devastating to see for the community of Tumblr. And I’ve been here for like five years, the way this app works is if you re-blog.
There’s so many people that are writing. There’s so many amazing things that I see and I try my best to reblog every single one that I read. That’s what I love doing because sharing someone’s piece of work is just beautiful because it allows me to show it to more people.
I reblog. And the beauty of it is;
I get notifications that this person liked it and this person liked it, and then that post continues to get more views, more likes and reblogs. All just because one person, reblogged it.
so please, if you are a part of Tumblr and you love reading your favorite writers fics, or love reading about your favorite character, please do your job and reblog it.
And if you don’t like re-blogging because you don’t want to do that on your account, then you can make another account and put all of the things that you read on that account. You can do separate things, like fic recs.
You can figure it the fuck out if you want people to actually be writing for a character you love. The writers are writing, you ain’t helping them share their work.
𐔌 thinking of make outs with percy jackson. lipgloss smeared and he can't get enough of you ! daughter of aphrodite reader (though not implied ! <3)
"percy," you whine, soft and annoyed, fingers gently pushing at his chest, "my gloss."
your lips are sticky, kiss-wrecked, tinted a little more on him than on you now. he’s still hovering over you, breathing hard, curls falling into his eyes like he forgot how to exist unless it’s right there, against your mouth.
he blinks. "angel, what?" you could hear his whine spilling out after the sentence, reluctant to get back on your lips again.
like he hasn’t been kissing you senseless for the last thirty minutes in his cabin (give her a break, jeezz!), the shark sheets were looking like they were giving you side eyes and a disappointed 'again?'
you sigh, dramatic and pouty, pink nails brushing your bottom lip. "you keep ruining it."
and percy — your that dumb, seaweed-brained boy — just stares at your lips again like he’s not yet satisfied, he looks at you with his pupils blown wide. "you can just put it back on, y'know?" he mumbles, thumb grazing your jaw like a nervous habit. "i'll probably just mess it up again, angel."
you make a little noise in your throat. a grunt, or a whine. but you don’t move. not really. you just let him lean in again, let his hand find your waist like it always does, let him kiss you like he can’t not.
your lip gloss is officially smeared all over. percy's face, the corners of your cheeks, mouth, everywhere.
Dating dog thirens is not for people who like their personal space.
With nothing but a massive wall of man tits and an actual wall suffocating you, you grumble, rubbing your eyes. The first thing you notice is two muscular arms caging you in. His fluffy tail curved as he had you trapped in the little spoon of death. His hot breath drooling against your neck, before he nuzzles into it.
"Baby, can you please give me some space? I'm up against the wall..." You said it a little harsher than you intended before trying to go back to sleep. At first, you thought nothing of it, as your boyfriend complied. When your bed felt lighter, you looked behind you to see your poor boyfriend, tucked between his legs, ears folded back, on the other side of the room, lying on the floor like a kicked puppy. "Oh baby, I didn't mean it...." You stifled your laugh as you tried to coax him back to your side.
The dog Thiren slowly gets up with a yawn, his ears still pinned back against his head. He refuses to look at you as he crawls back in bed, sliding his head underneath your arm. Those big, muscular arms slowly wrap around your smaller body. He buries his face into your chest in an attempt to muffle his guilty whimpers.
....
You thought you learned from this experience to just get a bigger bed the next time the two of you had to share a hotel room. However, as you come to find out when you woke up in the middle of the night once again, you didn't have a small bed problem; you had a clingy boyfriend problem. You got a room with two large beds, and yet somehow, you woke up with your boyfriend in your bed, caging you in his arms.
Maybe you should take a picture as evidence as every time you tried to bring it up the next morning stubborn Komano denies how clingy he is with you.
This isn't the first time this has happened. No matter where he is, if you are under the same roof as him, the moment you go to sleep, he somehow has an internal homing device to seek you out wherever you are sleeping. Maybe he doesn't even realize it's happening, like some sort of weird sleepwalking habit that he's picked up since dating you.
So there you were doomscrolling at 2:00 in the morning hand lovingly petting you're sleeping boyfriend's and your phone in the other, scrolling through r/ThirenPartners.
"any tips for sinks and drains when living with Thirens-" nope
"Aita for being obsessed with my Cat Thiren gf's toe beans-" what???
Oh here we go... "Is it weird that my Dog Thiren partner is extremely clingy?"
You only skimmed through the post, but apparently, this person's thiren partner Is wheelchair ambiguous and has an incessant need to know and be around them 24/7.
According to the comments, this is a regular occurrence. There are even some commenters who are Dog Thirens in relationships with humans or other thirens. They open up about reminding themselves to create distance with their partner when they need personal space. You didn't know that. You thought komano was just a clingy person....
Your curiosity was cut short by a yawn. Your eyes felt heavier as your partner, holding you close, was lulling you back to sleep. The warm, firm, yet comfortable muscles of your partner were making your eyes grow heavy. Turning off your phone, you said it on the other side of you. You turn your body and lay your head in his hair. The faint scent of Apple and cinnamon, and a regular faded cologne fills your nose as you drift off.
warnings: just fluff (and floof :D); not proofread, just a small set of hcs to kick writer’s block to the curb; also my first time writing for lycaon/zzz, so i still have to get a feel for the characters
a/n: writer’s block loophole: pick one of your friends to target and lock in (this one’s for you, @zhongrin dearest ^^)
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You had recently noticed that Lycaon sometimes switched sides when you walked through New Eridu together. Still continuing your conversation, he elegantly let you pass by him, only to rejoin you at your other side, the motion so practised it almost looked like a dance.
For some time, you’ve wondered why he did it and why he only did it sometimes, until you overheard some girls in a café discussing an old drama, swooning over how the male lead always walked on the side of the road. And sure enough, Lycaon only ever traded places with you when you were the one walking closest to traffic.
However, despite being enamoured by his thoughtfulness, you also couldn’t help but notice how your lover seemed to hesitate a little on some occasions. At first you thought it was your imagination but you could clearly see an internal struggle going on behind the crimson of his eye before he moved towards the side of the road nonetheless, your window into his thoughts gone as his gaze was shielded from you by his eyepatch.
That was when you connected the dots.
Lycaon didn’t like not being able to easily see you. Sure, he could still turn his head to look at you but just being able to glance at you from the corner of his eye was clearly the favourable option to him. Not only did it facilitate checking up on you, he was also simply charmed by you. Whether it was you savouring a drink or treat on your way through the city or the way your eyes would light up when you saw something in the shop windows that intrigued you, Lycaon didn’t want to miss it. Yet, your safety was still of the utmost importance to him, so in the end he’d always move to the side of traffic for you.
Well, at least you had finally figured out why your boyfriend always occupied the right side of the couch and the bed, leaving you to snuggle up on his left…
Speaking of bed time, after a long day at work, Lycaon gladly left brushing his fur to you. The feeling of the brush in combination with your fingers raking through his coat, untangling all the knots he so carefully tried to avoid and diligently ridding it of whatever was clinging to it after his duties were done, was deeply soothing. Honestly, the first few times you offered to help him, he had almost been embarrassed by how quickly the sensation dissolved all the tension from his shoulders.
But, at this point, he gladly welcomed your gentle touch, even if it weighed down his eyelid and made it increasingly more difficult to stifle a yawn. Especially the attention you paid to smoothing out the areas that had been pressed down by his uniform all day had his eye soften with affection for you. As someone who looked after others day in and day out, it was nice being taken care of like this.
Although, to say this was any less relaxing for you, would be a lie. Lycaon took great care of his fur, so it was always soft to the touch and you never had any real troubles running the comb and brush through it. The only “problem” you sometimes encountered was his tail twitching between your hands as you tried to tend to it, the end tickling you in return for all the attention you were giving it. When you first met Lycaon, never in a million years would you have imagined he’d ever trust you enough to let you see this side of him, but now that he did, you couldn't help but smile fondly to yourself.
It was a rare luxury that you got to wake up in your lover’s arms after a good night’s sleep, reserved for the few precious days where Lycaon wasn’t working. Yet, that only made the mornings on which you could cuddle up to him further to shut out the day for a few more minutes even more cherished. An early riser by habit, there was a big chance the thiren was already awake before you, content to simply hold you for a little longer as you clung to sleep, soothingly running his hands over your back.
When you finally decided it was time to get out of bed, by the time you finished washing up and made your way to the kitchen, the delicious smell of freshly brewed coffee/tea already wafted over to you. Naturally, your lover had very quickly picked up on your preferences and would be damned if he couldn’t put his skills to use at home too. Handing you a warm mug, you soaked in the tranquility of the moment as you leant side by side against the kitchen counter, discussing breakfast options.
Yet, even on the days where he had to leave early for work, Lycaon still made you feel his love for you, even if he couldn’t be there when you got ready for the day. Be it your favourite bread in the basket on the counter or your lunch already prepped in the fridge, he always showed you that you were a priority to him, even after his day had barely started. These small affections were always accompanied by little notes, reminding you to eat, wishing you luck at work or simply telling you that he loved you, spelling out was he already conveyed so clearly.
If it wasn’t clear already, Lycaon would be nothing short of a true gentleman with you, always conscious of your presence and preferences. Be it opening doors for you, pulling out a chair or fixing your clothes, he was always the definition of attentive. And yes, the argument could be made that he was like this at work as well, however the guests of Victoria Housekeeping were never privy to that same affectionate glint in his eyes as he carefully fixed your necklace or even knelt down to fix your shoelace that had come undone. That was reserved for you and you only.
One thing he would not stand for, would be you being demeaned in one form or another. Of course, if you wanted to handle the situation yourself, he always let you, but reminded you he’d support you. If it was an accident, like a waiter bringing you the wrong order, he would very politely point it out. However, if someone deliberately mistreated you without showing any intention to change or apologise, he’d make it very clear that such behaviour wouldn’t be tolerated. He was well aware that you could handle yourself, but not every situation was easy to navigate and Lycaon would do everything in his power to protect you from harm; the last thing he’d want was to see you hurt.
If you were under the impression, however, Lycaon would never use his skills to tease you, you would be sorely mistaken. Really, he couldn’t help himself, your reactions were just too cute, so he’d rather not pass it up when the opportunity presented itself.
Seriously, with how often you’d already told your lover not to keep certain items on the top shelves, you’d think he’d already have remedied the problem. Yet, this particular complaint seemed to keep falling on deaf ears. Instead, when you were stretching to reach something once more, you’d suddenly find yourself trapped between the counter and the thiren that had appeared behind you, effortlessly reaching for whatever it was you needed. All the while, the nails of his hand resting comfortably on your hip dimpled the fabric of your clothes and his palm spread heat all the way up to your ears, especially when Lycaon leant just a bit more of his weight into you.
When he handed the item to you, he’d take one look at you and ask if there was something wrong. Perhaps if you didn’t know him well enough, you’d assume the question was truly innocent, that he just wasn’t aware of what he was doing to you. You, however, could very clearly identify the mischievous glint in his eye and the wolfish grin tugging at his lips.
Lycaon might be the death of you. But would you have it any other way?
Having accessories on that jingle while you have sex with him makes him develop a pavlovian response, now every time your jewelry makes noise, he can't help how fast he pops a boner.
Manato's ears and tails stiffen in place as he feels his pants tighten, he can't meet your eyes, even that reminds him of how hot you looked while you were sucking him off, face beet red while you poke him for answers. Because of his ears, he picks up the jingling of your jewelry even more intensely, bouncing his leg up and down as you're telling Yuzuha some sort of story, he can't focus on anything but how good your lips look right now and how good they looked stretched around his dick. He does his best to not show it, fails, and hugs you from behind to make you feel how badly he wants you.
Lycaon coughs to clear up his mind and focus, you're telling him about a new café that opened up, has delicious menus and— god his ears can't stop twitching, his tail barely staying in place as you keep making excited movements with your body, the sound flashing a memory of you clinging to his neck desperately as he fucked your brains out on your bed, your clothes torn off and your body covered in claw marks, you looked so— he blinks himself out of the thought before it gets worse, but you do notice his tail wagging way too hard, and how tense he is the whole day.
Hugo's smile twitches as he's sitting with you on your bed, you're playing some sort of adventure game with your switch and those damn bracelets won't stop jingling. Just like how the sound made it even more erotic while you were stroking him off after you just gave him a blowjob, his moans had become so pathetic, he melted under your touch, let himself be vulnerable like he never dared to before as you kept stroking him with that punishing pace and— he's pulled out of his thoughts as you cheer for yourself, you finally beat that boss. His hands slowly circle your waist as he buries his head on the juncture of your neck, "Mmm, will you pay attention to me now?"
Lighter can't focus, you're showing him two different graphic t-shirts, you two had been out shopping when it just hit him. The way you're explaining how good both of the t-shirts look as you shove them into his face, the way your necklace keeps dangling— like how it was hovering over his face as you were riding him, your hands squeezing his pecs as you slammed your hips down on his thick cock, his head spinning as he grunts your name and digs his nails into your thigh to keep himself from losing himself in you— he coughs into the back of his hand, at your confused look he just shakes his head a little, "I'll get both of them for you."
Harumasa's hold on your hand tightens out of nowhere as you were running to the new ice cream store that just opened up, you turned to look at him— his face is beet red, refusing to make eye contact with you. The jingle of your bracelets as you were skipping around, holding his hand, is much too reminiscent of the sound the same bracelets made as he was fucking into you on his bed just yesterday. Your hands had circled around his neck, your nails, and bracelets digging into his skin as he watched you come undone just from his dick pounding into you, burying his cum deep inside as he finishes with your name spilling from his lips with a high-pitched whine, you looked so gorgeous then— "Harumasa! I'm asking you what you want to order!" you huffed, he blinked as your voice cut through the flash of memory, his other hand went to his throat out of nervous habit, his blush spreading to his ears and neck, "Yeah… yeah just order whatever you'd like for me, I don't mind."
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A/N: first time writing for Zoro and Killer and i hope you like it. Maybe they are a little ooc but why not owo. Enjoy. I added Zoro for @penkura and Killer for @sheerxfiction to cheer them up. (They always cheer me up with their writing <3)
Sure you could do better than this. You could enjoy the nice weather with your crewmates. Eating some delicious dishes, chilling on deck or even exploring a town when you get a chance to dock on an island. But no, you have to fight this random pirate crew who decides to try to rob you. They were no match for you or the rest of your crew. Every single one was capable enough to defend themself.
As you kicked the weapon away, the big man who sneaked up on you, was retreating. He yelled towards his crew to retreat as well. They jumped on their ship and departed. You could only let out a sigh. Finally you have peace again. As you were about to go back inside to grab a snack you heard some of your crewmates screaming out. You turned around just to see a giant shining orb flying towards you. You couldn’t even try to evade anymore, but that wasn’t necessary at all. As your teammate and long-time crush was standing in front of you, blocking the attack. The orb touched him and he fell on his knees, trying to catch some breath. You couldn’t help but scream his name.
Zoro
“Oh no, Zoro.” As you were about to stand beside him he stood up and looked at you. “Why do I have to fall for a clumsy idiot like you?” He huffed and you couldn’t help but blink. “What? Do I have something on my face?”
You shocked your head and as Zoro heard the laughter of his crew he looked at them with an angry expression. “What’s so funny?”
Lysop and Luffy couldn’t help but laugh louder. Even the rest were smiling. “You just confessed your feelings towards y/n.”
Zoro's face went bright red. “No way…”
You were shyly looking at the ground. “Did you lie back there? And why did you even say it in the first place?”
He looked at you and was shouting. “Why should I lie? Is it so hard to believe that I am capable of loving someone?” He quickly covered his mouth and was sweating by now.
You couldn’t help but look at him with wide eyes. “I didn’t even mean to say it. Chopper help.” Your crewmates were basically rolling over the floor while laughing out loud, except Robin and Chopper. Even Sanji couldn’t help it. “Seems like a devil fruit power…”
Chopper hummed. “I’m not sure if I can do anything about it.”
Robin was still smiling. “Seems like you have to wait til the effect wears off. In the meantime we can ask you some questions, just for fun.”
The day went on as your crewmates asked Zoro all the questions they could think of. Zoro on the other hand tried to hide and fight them off. He wanted to sleep and be alone, especially after he confessed his feelings for you like this. But there was no escape. This crew is way too persistent. “What do you think about Sanji’s Dishes?” - “They are the best things I’ve ever eaten.”
“Do you really hate Sanji?” - “I’m not so sure. But I admit that he is loyal and capable.”
“What color are your underwear?” -” They are mostly black. But I’ve found one with a cute puppy on the backside.”
They just had way too much fun and later on he could retreat towards the crows nest, resting and being alone for once. This was until you climbed up and were sitting beside him.
You smiled at him as you decided to sit down. Zoro broke the silence by looking at you while speaking. “I’m wondering, why don’t you ask me anything? I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”
You looked at him, fiddling with your hands. “I have but, I don’t wanna hear them like that. It wouldn’t be fair.”
“If you wait until the effect wears off, there might be a chance that I will lie to you.”
You nodded. “You will tell me the things when the time is right. I’m sure of it. Plus I’m pretty sure, telling me like that wasn't the best way, right?”
Zoro smiled at you, and your face felt warm. “You’re right. That’s why I like you, I suppose.”
Law
“Law, NO!” You kneeled beside him and tried to support him. “Why didn’t you use your shambles?”
He locked at you with an annoying look on his face.
“Because I was stupid. I can’t think straight when it comes to you.” He blurted out and covered his mouth with his tattooed hands. You tilted your head in confusion, like the rest of your crewmates. “W-Wha...What? Why do you say something like this?”
He tried to shut his mouth, but it was no use. “Isn’t it obvious? It means I like you.”
Again he tried to cover his mouth. He stood up and ran inside the Polar Tang, leaving your crewmates and especially you speechless. Did he just confess his feelings towards you?
“What just happened?” Penguin asked and you could hear them mumbling and rambling, until you heard Jean Bart talking. “I heard of it. This might be the power of the truth-truth-fruit. Everyone who got hit by it, needs to be absolutely honest for the next 48 hours.”
“So we just need to wait 48 hours? Doesn’t seem like a useful ability, I mean that even won’t harm people.” Shachi said with a grin but Hakugan shook his head. “I wouldn’t say it like that. Being absolutely honest, could harm people. Captain is not in the right mind to lie but he can’t stop himself from speaking as well.”
Ikkaku nodded. “Hearing the truth is not always the best. It might be pretty hurtful to hear some things. Plus it can create chaos, as you can see.” She said and was looking towards you.
As time passed, Penguin, Shachi and Bepo tried talking to Captain. But he was shutting himself inside his room. Telling them to “shut up for once, you guys annoy me sometimes” even so he didn’t mean it that way. He knew what was wrong, they told him. And he also knew that they tried to comfort him. “Please just leave me alone. I can’t control myself right now. I don’t wanna say things that might hurt you. Please leave me be at least til the effect wears off.”
“Especially Y/N?” Penguin asks and he could hear law groaning on the other side of the room. “I’d love to see her.”
“So that’s a ‘Yes, Y/N shouldn’t be near me for the next 2 days’, got it captain.”
Shachi said with a little laugh.
Of course you knew it would be better to leave him alone, but you wanted to know if he really was honest with you back there. Did he really like you? Like more than a friend perhaps? You need to know and you were sneaking towards his room. With a gentle knock on his door, you got his attention. “If that’s food, you can leave it here. I’m not that hungry right now.”
“It’s me, captain.” - “Y/N I am happy to hear your voice, but I thought we said, no visits.”
You gulped. “Yeah but I need to confirm something.”
“And what is it?”
“Do you really like me?”
It was silent for a second. “To be honest, I love you.”
You felt a blush on your cheeks. “W-Why didn’t you say so sooner?”
“Because I’m afraid that I might lose you, if I show you how I really feel. No matter if you reciprocate my feelings or not. I already lost way too many people I love.”
“Would it change anything If I would say that I love you too?”
“Y/N, leave please otherwise I can’t control myself.”
“You don’t have to be afraid. I will stand by your side and protect you no matter what.”
“That’s not the problem.”
Before you could ask him what he means by that, he shambled you right in his arms. Hugging you tightly. “If you really love me as well, how can I ever let you go?”
“L-Law” you said while stuttering. “You don’t mean it like that…right?”
He looked at me with his golden eyes and smiled softly. “I could never lie to you. Especially not now. And I really wanna kiss you right now.”
Penguin
“Penguin, hey. Why did you do something stupid like that?”
You shaked his shoulders. Suddenly Penguin was looking at you and smiled. “Because I am stupidly in love with you.”
“There’s no time for jokes. You could’ve died.”
“I will die without your love.” You blinked a few times.
“Are you nuts or did you hit your head?”
“I’m completely honest there. I can’t stop it.”
While you two were arguing back and forth, Law was scanning him. “Seems like he is right. Hey Penguin, did you steal Shachi’s sandwich last night?”
Law knew Penguin did it, and this was the fastest way to confirm that he got hit by a devil fruit ability.
Shachi asked him this morning and he denied it.
“Yeah and it was the best sandwich he ever made.”
Shachi went over to him and punched him on the head. “I KNEW IT!”
“What’s going on here, Law?” You asked and Law smirked. “Seems like Penguin can’t help but tell the truth. I could try to remove this effect, but I am sure it will only last for a few hours anyways. Plus I might be interested in hearing some truthful answers. Like what happened a few months ago in the surgery room.”
He glared at Shachi and Penguin. “Like we said, captain. Nothing.” Penguin tried to speak but Shachi covered his mouth. They fought for a few minutes, til Penguin could speak freely. “We played hide & seek. And we bribed Bepo with ice cream so he wouldn’t tell you.”
Let’s say the following minutes were pretty interesting, while Shachi and Penguin got enough lectures for a whole month.
When dinner was ready you were looking at Penguin. “Say Penguin… are you really in love with me?” You had a blush on your face and even Penguin couldn’t help but blush.
“Of course I am. It’s so hard not to fall in love with you. You are so pretty and funny and I wanna shower you with all the love and praise that I could ever get you, but I want someone to punch me so hard, so I could be knocked out. I feel pretty embarrassed now to be honest. If you keep looking at me like that, I have to jump on the desk and kiss you.”
You couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. Your face felt hot and you couldn't comprehend everything he said. “Cringe, dude.” Shachi said and smacked him.
“Thanks Shach.” Penguin sighed while the rest of your crew snickered.
He was looking at him directly and you could see his eyes clearly. “Is it ok for you, if I jump on the desk to kiss you?” He asked and waited for an answer. The moment you nodded and he was about to jump, Law was kicking him mid air. “First of all, we want to eat in peace and not seeing you two lovebirds. Second, don’t jump and stand on a desk.” You rushed over to him and gently touched his head. “I guess you knocked him out for good, captain.” You said and were glad that he returns your feelings. And maybe you can ask him on a date whenever he wakes up again.
Killer
“Killer. Is everything ok?” He turned his head towards you and nodded while standing up. “Yeah, despite the fact I need to shit.”
It was silent for a while. “What?” you asked in disbelief. “I ate too much of this chili and now I need to shit. I wanted to go earlier but then these idiots attacked us.”
You blinked. Your captain Kid was the one who broke this weird atmosphere. “Haha Killer. Did you finally realize saying everything out loud is the best way?”
Killer looked at him. “It’s not, but I was just answering y/n question.”
Kid groaned at him. “You’re not fun at all.”
You touched his arms. “Are you really ok? You seem different right now?”
He gently held your hand and you couldn’t help but blush.
“I’m glad that I was able to protect you.”
You gulped. You were pretty sure that something was different so you decided to ask him once more.
“Why did you protect me in the first place?”
Killer tilted his head, while caressing your hand with his thumb.
“Why shouldn’t I protect the person I adore?”
“YOu … adore me?”
He nodded. "Yeah, of course." I tried many times to approach you, but I guess I was too afraid.”
Kid was yelling. “The fuck is wrong with you? Can you stop this lovey-dovey shit? That’s disturbing.”
“The only thing that’s disturbing is the way you speak Eustass.” Killer said calmly and your crew was busy enough to hold back your captain, who was about to rage.
You couldn’t help but stare at your raging captain. The only things you could hear were words, you didn’t even know til now.
“I can’t stop answering with the truth it seems.”
Killer said with a calm tone as you looked at him again.
“While I’m in this state I should probably do it now. Say, y/n, would you be interested in going on a date with me the next time we dock on an island? I would love to treat you to a nice dinner and a walk afterwards.”
While Kid screamed and yelled things like “Are you fucking kidding me? I thought your name is ‘Killer’ not ‘Vanilla Boy’ you asshole” you nodded and smiled lightly at him. “I would love to, to be honest with you.”
“I’m glad.” He said and released your hand. “If you excuse me. I really need to use the bathroom and maybe let Kid punch me after this for once.”
I am curious if you gonna have part two of fem law nana vibes. I really got invested on it
Oh I didn't know people actually liked that one lol
I actually have the story half written in my drafts but didn't know if people liked it enough to continue it really so who knows, maybe I'll finish it this week since I'm sort of free for a bit!
It was always at night, Law noticed, when you'd find the solace in the silence of the Tang as she swam through the darkened depths.
With the majority of the crew either sleeping or busy with keeping the Tang a well-oiled machine, you'd be here, and unbeknownst to you, so would he.
The sound was soft, like a gentle whisper on the breeze, that barely echoed in the small kitchen area as you tidied up and finished off the dinner dishes. Your voice chimed along with your baby den den radio, the same sang playing over and over though Law found himself captivated how you'd change harmonies every time it played.
He lost track of time of how long he'd stood off to the side, simply watching you in silence with his arms crossed comfortably over his chest as he leaned on the wall. His heart lurched and clenched as you hit a particularly high note, the sound crawling over his skin like a tingly and warm blanket. He'd never understand why you wouldn't sing in front of the crew, knowing they would lose their minds over having a crewmate that could actually carry a note.
"... some say you will love me one day, and I will wait, I will wait to get your loving one day..." The words tumbled from your lips almost absent-mindedly as you finished washing the dishes and moved onto drying and putting them away.
"Just say you will love me one day, and I will wait, I will wait to get your loving one day... and I will wait, I will wait..."
A small smile ticks up at the corner of Law's lips as he finally pulls himself away from watching your form sway slightly with the music, burning this image of you into his mind before taking that final step and quietly walking out from the kitchen area. The sound of his footsteps retreating pulls you from your mind, and you turn to see Law take the corner, hands in his pockets as he softly begins to whistle the same tune that played next to you.
Your cheeks burned bright red as you realize he must have been standing there, waiting to speak with you, only for you to be locked in your head. You shook your head with an embarrassed huff before going back to the dishes, turning the music up just enough to overtake the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.
As Law comes up to his office, he bumps into a yawning Shachi, who gives his best friend and Captain a pointed look as he quietly asks, "Did you talk to her?"
Law presses his lips into a fine line, almost frowning as he shakes his head. Shachi claps a heavy hand on Law's shoulder and grins before the orca hatted man adds, "There's always tomorrow."
The sound of your voice is barely a whisper by his office but Law turns either way, an almost lost look on his face as he gives a sigh. "... perhaps."
Shachi gives Law's shoulder a gentle squeeze before he makes off for his shared room with Penguin. Law barely registers his friend and crewman walking away, too absorbed by his thoughts until the sound of Shachi's door closing pulls him out of it.
Pulling himself into his office, he keeps the door cracked just enough that he can hear the murmur of your voice dancing off the metal walls.
"... There's... always tomorrow..." He repeats to himself as he sits at his desk, sighing heavily as he stares down at his unfinished paperwork.
"... just say you will love me one day, and I will wait..."
Another near nonexistent smile tugs at his lips and he picks up his pen with a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly again as he finally settles in.
Just wait for me... he thinks to himself, sparing a glance at his office door. Just a little longer...
It was always at night, Law noticed, when you'd find the solace in the silence of the Tang as she swam through the darkened depths.
With the majority of the crew either sleeping or busy with keeping the Tang a well-oiled machine, you'd be here, and unbeknownst to you, so would he.
The sound was soft, like a gentle whisper on the breeze, that barely echoed in the small kitchen area as you tidied up and finished off the dinner dishes. Your voice chimed along with your baby den den radio, the same sang playing over and over though Law found himself captivated how you'd change harmonies every time it played.
He lost track of time of how long he'd stood off to the side, simply watching you in silence with his arms crossed comfortably over his chest as he leaned on the wall. His heart lurched and clenched as you hit a particularly high note, the sound crawling over his skin like a tingly and warm blanket. He'd never understand why you wouldn't sing in front of the crew, knowing they would lose their minds over having a crewmate that could actually carry a note.
"... some say you will love me one day, and I will wait, I will wait to get your loving one day..." The words tumbled from your lips almost absent-mindedly as you finished washing the dishes and moved onto drying and putting them away.
"Just say you will love me one day, and I will wait, I will wait to get your loving one day... and I will wait, I will wait..."
A small smile ticks up at the corner of Law's lips as he finally pulls himself away from watching your form sway slightly with the music, burning this image of you into his mind before taking that final step and quietly walking out from the kitchen area. The sound of his footsteps retreating pulls you from your mind, and you turn to see Law take the corner, hands in his pockets as he softly begins to whistle the same tune that played next to you.
Your cheeks burned bright red as you realize he must have been standing there, waiting to speak with you, only for you to be locked in your head. You shook your head with an embarrassed huff before going back to the dishes, turning the music up just enough to overtake the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.
As Law comes up to his office, he bumps into a yawning Shachi, who gives his best friend and Captain a pointed look as he quietly asks, "Did you talk to her?"
Law presses his lips into a fine line, almost frowning as he shakes his head. Shachi claps a heavy hand on Law's shoulder and grins before the orca hatted man adds, "There's always tomorrow."
The sound of your voice is barely a whisper by his office but Law turns either way, an almost lost look on his face as he gives a sigh. "... perhaps."
Shachi gives Law's shoulder a gentle squeeze before he makes off for his shared room with Penguin. Law barely registers his friend and crewman walking away, too absorbed by his thoughts until the sound of Shachi's door closing pulls him out of it.
Pulling himself into his office, he keeps the door cracked just enough that he can hear the murmur of your voice dancing off the metal walls.
"... There's... always tomorrow..." He repeats to himself as he sits at his desk, sighing heavily as he stares down at his unfinished paperwork.
"... just say you will love me one day, and I will wait..."
Another near nonexistent smile tugs at his lips and he picks up his pen with a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly again as he finally settles in.
Just wait for me... he thinks to himself, sparing a glance at his office door. Just a little longer...
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