Till she say she can't take no more, I'm speechless.
โ warning.แ nb! reader, dirty talk, short smutty drabble, all of them are aged up.
โ a.n.แ an old draft so I don't really like this. But it's been a while since I post, sooo... (click the link under their name for a surprise!)
Breaking through Percy Jackson's composure is like trying to make through an open tidal. Alas, all the steps and procedures you've planned on corrupting him backfires to you instead. His hands all over your skin, like he's mapping a brand of claim, or maybe he wants to belong to you. That much is debated when he devours your mouth. Lips molding into yours while shaky inhales and deep hums rips out of his throat.
It's not fair how good his moans sings to your ear when you got your back blown out. It's not fair how his words just hit the right spot to your arousal. It's not fair how his sighs, and mewls, and grunts sounds like verses of prayer to your body. You don't even realize by the end of your rasp gasps mixed together, his throat got stuck in traffic. He sounds too dry, almost like... he lost his voice.
"Oh, yeah, right, you really left me all dry after that squirt, huh?"
Good luck trying to crack Jason Grace while he's definitely a natural on cracking you. It's a tough challenge, one that you gladly accept as you have your thighs pushed up to a mating press... :( But hey! At least he's not denying your release while your mind's all mush like your arousal, right? Or maybe you're just too far deep in his cock that you can't think clearly? Maybe so.
Or maybe it's because of how perfect his grunts croaks out of his throat, that alone is enough to send all blood to the make your walls pliant. It's not just that, sometime when you rebel up and buckle up your hips against himโthe tiny sound of gasp flying out of Jason's mouth is enough to send your heart into insanity. More so with his chest falling up and down heavily, glasses crooked to fall on his nose, clouds of heat ripping out of his mouthโbest believe you'll get him out of breath in the end.
"What? You think I'm gonna get a panic attack? Don't worry, the only thing I need right now is you pulling me deeper on all fours."
Oh boy, you're in for a wild ride. You don't even need to do much to crack Leo Valdez. Just a small kiss to the trails above his waistbandโand he's moaning your name like he's yours already. That's the thing with him, he's not that sensitive when you do casual physical affections, but when it comes to sex? He's trashing around and moaning like he's the one getting dicked down. Baby, you're the one getting your face shoved to the pillow and your ass all jiggling with every thrust he pounds in from behind!
Not to mention how loud he is while sparks of flame mushes up your brain to nothing but how good he feels, and how much you want to come, come, and come. He's not very different from youโjudging you by how loud he's moaning your name, how his attempt on a dirty talk keeps getting cut off each time you squeeze him inside, replaced by a strangled whimper instead. And how he cries out babbles in a language foreign to your ears as you're currently overstimulated by both his drunken whines and how many times you released on his cock. Oh well.
"Fuck, oh, ah, ah, fuckโ! You're gonna kill me, you're gonna kill me, you're squeezing me so tight, I can'tโno, need you to come, need you to comeโ"
Frank Zhang? Calm-composed and a complete wreck of a man burdened with longing and restraint. It just happened so suddenly, him digging his nails into your ass while he has you pinned against the walls. Your legs circling around his waist and that big tip of his penetrating your clenching walls to seek your sweet surrender. To be fair, you were the one at fault. It was just a fun experimentโpushing his buttons too far while he's stressed up doing chores and helping the kids. Now, he might as well fill you to your stomach with how deep he's splitting you open.
His sounds doesn't go far from your attention too. Small whimpers and heavy sighs decorates the heated space between the two of you. His mouth is all over your skinโborderline on eating you up and worshipping your body. His spine reacts in an obvious way, you could feel his shudder and how his shoulders shake when you squeeze him like you're the trying to suck the soul out of him.
"G-Gods, how can you even do that? Riling me up and fucking my stress into you? But I know you like it, you want this, you need this, don't you?"
You want to break Will Solace's composure? Well, thankfully, Lady Tyche is on your side to turn that man be sick of you. Or more accurately, obsessed with you. All you have to do is bat your lashes at him, and he has you on top of his lapโlegs spread wide, and his mouth singing verses to write a new testament on your skin. While there's probably an unspoken rule out there that prohibits demigods to fuck in the infirmary bed, you and Will are well... privileged. That's the perk of having a healer boyfriend, because heckโhe's fucking incredible at healing your aching soaking walls too.
"Yeah, jump on me like you can't live without me. Come on, sunshine. That's all you can do? Next time, don't even bother me if you can't even take a single cock to make me come."
It's unfair, totally unfair how Will has this charming and kind persona with the patients he usually takes care of. And now when he takes care of you, he doesn't even have the effort to be kind to you! Faint tears couples in the edge of your eyes, and he's quick to coo and kiss the pain away.
"Shhh, you're good enough for me. You always have been. Now, how about more cumming and less crying, hm?"
The idea that you could break Nico Di Angelo's walls are foreign and hard to believe. But then again, you made it this far on becoming his friend and lending him a company through all of his mood-swingsโwhich eventually becomes a tie of red string around your fingers and locks you up for indefinite time, preferably forever. You understand him, and he understands you. And you understand when both of you are comfortable enough in your new status, it will eventually reach the time where he's under you and you're hovering above him. It was just a mishap, a stray of books toppled over on top of your back, but Nico's gaze doesn't feel like a mistake.
His mouth is unbearably quiet, and you wonder if you're driving crazy in the wrong way with how you grind on top. Moving and humping your clothed arousal against his embarrassing bulge. It's cute. How he's clenching the sheets, how he's biting on his lip till a ghost of blood smears out, how all the blood swarms in his cheeks and the ache between his legs.
"Huh? You think I'm uncomfortable with this? No, no, it's justโa-ahโoh, it's because I'm biting my lip? Don't worry, it's notโoh, shitโyou can't tore my pants down and jump onโo-oh, f-fuckโ"
