แแฐ๐ ื ๐.๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: Handsome boy take care !
โก. ๐๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฌ : Percy doesn't think he's attractive, as an Aphrodite kid you are on a mission even though you don't know each other at all.
Percy never thought of himself as handsome...
Heroes were supposed to be handsome but !! He thought he had other and better qualities. Heroes were supposed to be brave, reckless and maybe even a little stupid.
Confidence? That was for Apollo kids and Ares boys who flexed in every reflective surface they passed.
Percy just... well, he fought monsters, got scraped up, forgot to wash his face all the time, and figured that was enough.
For Gods' sake he was 13 years old and on survival mode, it was okay if he didn't look good !
But oh, his reflection in the Camp Half-Blood bathroom mirror and brain disagreed.
Maybe Percy lacked self-love and self-esteem; honestly, he had a zit on his forehead and marks all over his body from battles, so why was he going to try to change that either?
The guy didn't know someone had their eyes on him.
You, an Aprhodite kid, noticed how he never looked at himself in mirrors, how he scrubbed dirt from his hands but never bothered with the cuts on his face until they scabbed over rough and uneven. And for sure you noticed the faint redness on his cheeks from sunburns he never treated properly or the way his curls frizzed because he probably didnโt use anything but whatever soap was near.
You noticedโ and instead of judging, you tilted your head and thought: Oh. I could work with that.
Being a daughter of Aphrodite meant people assumed you cared only about perfection; flawless skin, symmetrical smiles, love at first sight... But love, real love, wasnโt about perfection.
It was about potential.
And Percy Jackson had so much of it that it hurt to look at him.
The first time you approached him, he was sitting by the lake, skipping stones with a frown on his face, he had some fight marks on his face, possibly Clarisse had put him through hard training. The stones bouncedโ once, twice, three timesโ before sinking. He sighed and went for another.
โYou know,โ you said casually, dropping down beside him, โsaltwater helps with inflammation, but too much sun damage cancels it out.โ
He blinked at you as the stone in his hand slipped. It didnโt skip at allโ just plopped straight into the water, disappearing instantly.
โUh, hi?โ
You smiled. โYou donโt take very good care of yourself.โ
Percy stared at you for a beat, then let out a disbelieving laugh. โWow,โ he said, shaking his head. โWeโve known each other for, what, ten seconds? And youโre already critiquing my life choices, thatโs gotta be some kind of record.โ
โIโm not critiquing,โ you replied evenly. โIโm justโฆ noticing?โ
โOh,โ he said dryly. โWell, in that case, please continue. I love being perceived.โ
He picked up another stone, rolling it between his fingers like he was trying to focus on literally anything else but you didnโt move away and, also, didnโt apologize. You just watched himโ his sun-reddened skin, the faint roughness along his jaw where a cut had healed poorly, the way he hunched slightly forward.
โYou should be more careful,โ you added after a moment, tone still gentle. โThe sun around here isnโt forgiving.โ
He snorted and replied without looking at you. โI fight monsters, actual monsters, with teeth and claws and poison. I think Iโll survive a little sunburn.โ
โA little,โ you echoed.
That made him glance at you again, brows knitting together. โIs this your thing?โ he asked, a bit of anger creeping in. โJustโฆ showing up out of nowhere and telling people what theyโre doing wrong with their lives?โ
Percy didn't add how annoying it was that someone as beautiful as you would comment on his unkempt appearance, it made him feel ashamed.
โOnly when theyโre being unnecessarily cruel to themselves,โ you replied this time.
โGreat,โ he said. โSo now Iโm self-destructive. Love that for me!โ
You tilted your head slightly, studying himโ not like a project, but like someone worth paying attention to. โYou donโt have to neglect yourself just because youโre used to getting hurt.โ
He shrugged, tossing the stone harder than necessary. It skipped once, twice, then sank.
โComes with the job,โ he said lightly, like it didnโt matter.
โMmmh.โ
Over the next few weeks, you made it a habit.
You began sitting near him at mealsโ not directly across from him! Just within reach of conversation, close enough that he became aware of your presence before he actually realized you were there. Sometimes you didnโt even speak; youโd just be there, eating, occasionally nudging his plate closer when he got distracted and forgot to finish his food.
Or after training, when his arms were sore and his knuckles bruised and his head was buzzing with leftover adrenaline, you somehow always ended up walking beside him on the way back to the cabins.
Maybe it was your Aphrodite presence but you made things feel natural, not too flirty or too planned before hand just... natural.
Youโd ask him how the session went, listen without interrupting, let him ramble when he felt like it and fall quiet when he didnโt.
And then there were small things.
The scrapes he usually ignored, the burns heโd shrug off, the shallow cuts along his forearms that werenโt bad enough to warrant attention but still stung when he moved. You noticed all of them, and you always took care of them.
โHold still,โ youโd say gently while reaching for the ambrosia.
โItโs not that bad,โ heโd argue, even as he let you take his wrist. โBesides, don't you children of Aphrodite hate getting dirty?โ
โYou say that about everything,โ youโd reply, breaking off a piece anyway. โaaand I don't really care.โ
You never made a big deal of it or acted like he was fragile. You just treated the smaller wounds with the same care youโd give a serious one, pressing the ambrosia into his palm and waiting patiently while it did it's work.
Sometimes you didnโt even comment on the injury itself.
Sometimes youโd pause, studying his face for a fraction with your hands on his cheeks, and then hand him the ambrosia anywayโ like you could see the tension sitting behind his eyes or the stress he carried from being the kid of the prophecy.
He didnโt ask how you knew.
At first, he tried to joke about it. Tried to wave you off with sarcasm and half-smiles, as if this was another weird thing Camp Half-Blood was doing to him.
But you didnโt get boredโ didnโt move on to someone easier or shinier or more obviously impressive. You stayed and with it some change came for Percy.
He found himself glancing around the pavilion before sitting down, unconsciously angling his body toward the space you usually occupied. He slowed his pace after training, just a little, allowing the walk to continue and both of you to talk about everything and nothing. He stopped brushing off his smaller injuries and stopped insisting he was fine before you even had a chance to ask.
One evening, as you pressed ambrosia into his hand for a shallow burn along his shoulder, he frowned down at it.
โYou donโt have to do this,โ he said.
You looked up at him. โI know.โ
That was the thing; you never acted like he owed you anything, you just took care of him because you wanted to.
And Percy Jacksonโ hero, son of Poseidon, boy who had learned early how to endureโ didnโt know what to do with it.
He only knew that, somehow, without meaning to, heโd started feeling better and you were the main reason of it.
โIโm not fixing you,โ you continued, meeting his eyes. โIโm taking care of you,โ you added. โThereโs a difference.โ
And yeah, people couldn't believe what was going on with you two!
It started with looksโ glances exchanged across the dining pavilion, murmurs that followed you both, the subtle shift in tone whenever your situation came in. Aphrodite kids expected to notice patterns, but none thought of you noticing Percy Jackson.
One afternoon, as you sat on your bed absentmindedly organizing a small collection of salves and oils, one of your half-siblings leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, but the lips curved in open amusement.
โGood luck,โ she said with a laugh that was cruel and dismissive. โI mean it. Even mom herself couldnโt turn that into a heartthrob.โ
You simply capped the jar in your hands and smiled faintly.
You didnโt need to convince anyone.
At fifteen, two years later, Percy was still very much in that uncomfortable phase where he wasn't sure what to do with himself, his body, or his image. He saw everyone around him discovering their confidence, and even with the war going on, everyone was trying to look like the whole demigod pack.
And he certainly didnโt know what to do with you. He felt it, though! He could admit that much to himself, even if he couldnโt articulate it yet. He felt something whenever you were near, the way your presence seemed to pull his attention away from everything else, the way his chest would tighten when your hand brushed against his, the way he became hyper-aware of the sound of your laugh or the tilt of your head.
Did he know he felt something? Yes. Towards you? Definitely.
And yetโฆ what could he do? His eyes were on a daughter of Aphrodite. A beautiful one, if not the most beautiful in his admittedly biased view.
If, when you had both been thirteen, you were already remarkable, now, at fifteen, with the slow, inevitable changes of puberty, you were growing into a full woman. Not just taller, or more mature, or curvierโ but someone who knew herself, whose gaze lingered long enough to make him second-guess himself and whose smile could disarm him if he let it.
And trust me, Percy had been letting it.
It terrified him, in a way he wouldnโt admit to anyone, not even Annabeth. Every time you approached himโ whether it was to hand him ambrosia for a fresh scrape, to joke with him after a rough training session, or help him clean his faceโ he felt it: the way his heart picked up speed without warning, his hands grew clammy and the world narrowed to him who could just look at you.
He doesn't know what to do, not even when you grab his shirt and connect your lips to his.
Heโs never kissed anyone before.
Itโs a fact that hits him all at once, right in the middle of it, even as your lips press against his and the world seems to tilt off it's axis. He hadnโt known what to expectโ hadnโt even let himself imagine thisโ but whatever vague idea heโd had in his head doesnโt come close to how it feels.
Heโs painfully aware of how inexperienced he is, of the way his movements are hesitant, but thereโs no judgment in the way you kiss him..
That thought alone makes his head spin even more.
His brain lags behind whatโs happening, like it refuses to catch up, because this canโt be real. Thereโs no logical explanation for why your lips are on his, why the world has gone oddly quiet around them, why the warmth blooming in his chest feels too big to contain.
His first coherent thought is something dangerously close to ''oh wowโsheโs kissing me,'' followed immediately by ''no, thereโs no way, this has to be a mistake''.
He almost pulls back because heโs convinced that if he moves, if he breathes too hard, the moment will vanish.
But then you laugh against his lips, a quiet, happy sound that vibrates straight through his skin, and before he can even process it, you press another quick kiss to his mouthโ lighter this time, playful, unmistakably real.
His breath stutters then.
You pull back just enough to look at him, eyes bright, cheeks flushed, smiling like youโve done exactly what youโve been wanting to do. And for a second, Percy canโt help but think youโre glowing.
Heโs still staring when you lean in again, brushing a gentle peck against his lips, and thatโs when it hits him fully: This is real.
His hands, which had been hovering awkwardly at his sides like they didnโt know where they should go, finally find their way back to you, resting over your hips like he does when hugging you.
He feels his brain just learned something important in the last few seconds. He would be happy to be able to kiss you everyday from now on.
His legs feel unsteady, his heart's still pounding fast, but now thereโs a dizzy kind of happiness that makes his chest ache.
Youโre smiling at him like youโre proud when you pull back with your hands on his neck and your cheeks slightly flushed.
Somehow, after the wars ended and the world finally stopped trying to kill Percy every five minutes, life slowed down enough forโฆ this.
โAbsolutely not!โ
Percy sat cross-legged on the floor of your cabin, arms folded, staring at the face mask in your hands as if it was a cursed artifact. His hair was pulled back with a ridiculous pink headbandโ one with little bunny ears that flopped forward every time he moved.
โItโs just a face mask,โ you said patiently, shaking the jar. โItโs seaweed-based. Youโll love it.โ
โI am part of the sea,โ he argued. โI donโt need it.โ
You raised an eyebrow. โYou literally just spent two hours in the sun.โ
He opened his mouth, then closed it. โOkay, butโ counterpointโ Iโm being used.โ
โYouโre being moisturized.โ
That was how it always went.
Out there, beyond the cabin, campers still talked about him. Some thought he was a god walking among them, some thought he looked like one at least, with sharp lines and confidence.
Youโd known long before anyone else bothered to really look.
Back when Percy was thirteen and perpetually scowling at the world like it had conspired against him, back when his hands were always scraped and his skin sunburned and he carried himself with a tired look, youโd seen it even when he tried to hide himself in a shell.
No one believed you then.
They laughed when you sat beside him or when you followed him after training. Some of them even rolled their eyes when you said his name sweetly.
And nowโ years laterโ you were sitting on the floor of your cabin, Percy stretched out between your legs, his back resting against you, a thin mask dotted with little sea creatures clinging to his face. His hair was pushed back with the headband he'd stolen from your own things, and the irony of it wasnโt lost on you.
The boy theyโd mocked you for liking now looked like out of a myth even while sulking in your arms.
โYouโre being quiet,โ he said eventually, voice low, almost wary.
You didnโt answer right away. Your fingers moved, spreading moisturizer along his temples, tracing the familiar lines of his face like you were committing them to memory all over again.
He loved letting your hands touch his face.
โIโm thinking,โ you said at last.
โThatโs never good for me,โ he murmured.
You smiled faintly. โIโm thinking about how strange it is that everyone sees it now.โ
He tried to move between your legs. โSees what?โ
โYou,โ you replied. โHow handsome you are. How easy it is for them to believe youโre unreal now.โ You leaned forward, resting your chin against the crown of his head. โI saw it when no one else did., when you didnโt even see it yourself.โ
There was a long pause. Camp sounds drifted in through the open windowโlaughter, footsteps, the quiet peace of a world no longer on the brink.
โI didnโt feel like that guy,โ Percy admitted quietly. โI still donโt, sometimes.โ
โI know,โ you said. โYou were surviving back then, too busy staying alive.โ
Your hands slid down to his jaw, thumbs brushing along his cheeks. He leaned into the touch before he could stop himself and turned his head slightly, to look up at you, eyes gentle beneath the silly mask.
โAnd now?โ he asked.
โNow,โ you said, smiling, โyouโre my handsome, grumpy boyfriend who actually lets me put skincare on him.โ
A quiet laugh escaped him, low and breathy, as he relaxed fully against you.
But even when Percy was incredibly happy having you with him, even when only you could give him true happiness, he had his moments of doubt, the insecure kid somewhere inside of him.
Even now that you guys moved to a beautiful house outside the city.
Percy was laying half over you, skin warm, breath still uneven, curls damp against his forehead and one of his arms was wrapped tight around your waist, the other over your thigh, keeping you close.
You were both still catching your breath as he pressed a lazy kiss beneath your eye, then another to your cheek and the corner of your mouth.
Not hungry anymore but lovingly.
โYou okay?โ he murmured, voice lower than usual, rough in a way that made your stomach flutter and think maybe another round wasn't too much.
You nodded faintly, too boneless to form a proper answer.
He smiled against your skin at that โ soft, satisfied โ and kissed your jaw.
His nose brushed your temple as he repositioned himself.
โI donโt like when they look at me like that,โ he said quietly.
It took you a second to catch up. Your fingers were lazily combing through his curls.
โLike what?โ you asked, voice a bit rough from moaning.
โLike I just became this...โ His grip tightened slightly. โLike I wasnโtโฆ me before.โ
You shifted to look at him. His lashes were low, his expression open in that way he only allowed when you were alone.
โThey look at me now like Iโm unreal,โ he continued. โLike I woke up one day and suddenly I'm a hero out of a story.โ
He huffed faintly, almost embarrassed. โYouโre the only one who saw me before that.โ
You brushed your thumb over his cheek. โI still see you,โ you said.
There was a pause โ long, intimate โ the kind that is heavier when your skin is still touching everywhere.
His mouth moved slowly over your cheek again, over your jaw.
โIf Iโd stayed that awkward, sunburned kidโฆโ He didnโt look at you when he said it. He was kissing along your shoulder, like he needed to ask it into your skin instead of your eyes.
โThe one who didnโt know how to stand right, the one who thought he was justโฆ tolerable.โ His hand moved to your thigh, flattening there.
โWould you still have looked at me?โ
It wasnโt about sex or even about beauty. It was about being wanted even without the glow. Kinda like would you still love me if I were a worm?
You tipped his chin up gently, forcing him to meet your eyes.
โI would,โ your nose wrinkled faintly in a smile. โYou think I started loving you when everyone else did?โ
Your fingers traced the faint scar along his collarbone. โI loved you when you pretended not to care that your skin was peeling from the sun.โ
A faint, breathless laugh left him.
โWhen you rolled your eyes and acted like I was insufferable when I gave you products for your skin.โ
His forehead dropped to yours. โI wasnโt impressive,โ he whispered.
โYou were mine,โ you corrected.
His arms wrapped tighter around you, pulling you fully against his chest, burying his face against your neck like he needed to hide there for a second.
โYou make me feel like I was always enough,โ he said, voice muffled.
โYou were,โ you replied immediately.
He exhaled slowly, sniffing a little bit. โI only want you looking at me like that.โ
You smiled against his hair.
โI donโt know how to look at you any other way, Perce.โ
Outside, the city hummed in the distance, chaotic but here, oh well.
Inside of your house, Percy held you like a now young adult who had finally learned he didnโt have to become someone else to be loved.
He wanted to be with you forever.
There was no doubt in him when he said: โMarry me.โ
แแฐ๐ ื ๐.๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ : It's so hot, I mean you are hot !
โก. ๐๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฌ : You love Leo, but his body temperature in summer is horrendous! He'll make an invention because he can't live without you.
Leo Valdez runs hot... Not metaphoricallyโ though, yeah, that too! You know what I mean; physically! The son of Hephaestus is basically a walking space heater with brown curls.
Summer at half-blood is brutal. Sometimes you doubt that the camp really maintains an ideal climate all year round because what on earth is this heat? Is thick and humid, the kind that sticks to your skin even after midnight and makes you want to sleep with no clothes and the window open.
And Leo? Your lovely boyfriend Leo radiates warmth like heโs offended by the idea of using some air conditioning.
The first time you try to cuddle in July, it lasts a solid minute.
โOkay,โ you gasp, peeling off his chest, โare you trying to kill me?โ
โI'm a comfortable seventy-eight degrees of boyfriend perfection,โ he says defensively, but grinning. His skin is warm under your palmโ too warm for this weather so you push totally off, making an uncomfy face.
You love your boyfriend, but for your poor brain trying to rest, it's too much stimulation.
So you think thatโs the end of it... That summer will mean sleeping an inch apart, hands barely touching, tragically deprived of proper snuggles with him.
It seems you forget who youโre dating because the next night thereโs a contraption spread across his bunk. It looks like a cross between a quilt and a duvet.
โI made you something,โ he says with proud eyes.
Itโs a cooling blanket. Not just cold fabric, but temperature-regulating, humming faintly with celestial-bronze wiring so fine you barely notice it.
When you slide under it and he pushes you to his chest the heat that clogged to your skin last night justโฆ disappears. The air around you feels crisp, like being under the shade of a tree.
You blink up at him. โYou made air conditioning into a cuddle?โ
He shrugs, his cheeks going the faintest red. โI refuse to be the reason my favorite person suffers heatstroke.โ
And then you curl into him.
His warmth doesnโt smother you anymore. It seeps in balanced by the blanketโs cool touch. Your cheek rests against his chest, and for the first time all summer, you can actually breathe while still being wrapped around him.
He sighs like thisโthisโis what heโs been waiting for.
It's not a secret that Leo loves physical affection, but he loves fixing things more. And if the โthingโ is the unfair fact that his body temperature makes July unbearable for you? Consider it handled.
By August, the cooling blanket has upgrades. Like adjustable settings, a hum that syncs to your breathing when you're anxious. Once, it even smells like peppermint because he was โexperimenting.โ
Anyway, the boy is counting down the days until winter arrives; it's not that he doesn't like the cooling blanket, but being able to cuddle with you at that time of year is a gift from Mount Olympus itself.
Winter at camp is every child's Christmas dream, or at least that's how winter is portrayed in movies and advertisements. There's snow on the rooftops and it's cold, but not awfully cold.
This moment Leo is perfect.
You donโt need the blanket or any other invention your boyfriend comes up with. You just need him.
You crawl under the covers and press yourself into him, and he wraps his arms around you without waiting for you to even settle up. His body heat is so nice, it's warm and the perfect contrast to your cold hands, nose and feet.
โYouโre smug about this, arenโt you?โ you murmur against his collarbone.
โMaybe,โ he says, voice thick with sleep. โIโm premium heating for you...โ
Your cold toes tuck against his calves and he yelpsโ but he doesnโt move away, just gives you a little pout.
Whether itโs building something to keep you cool in July or just holding you close in December, Leo will always make sure youโre comfortable.
Even if it means inventing climate-controlled cuddling.
Especially if it means he gets to keep you right in his arms.
Hii how are you?? im a big fan of your fics and i wanted to ask you for more Jason or Leo ones (or both, i dont mind) plslslspsl i need reasons to keep being employed
What a great time to get Leo back to the blog ! This one was my fav of the Leo fics I wrote last year.
แแฐ๐ ื ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: You're like ecstasy.
โก ๏นYou need drugs after days without a hit and Luke Castellan is your salvation, however you don't have the money.
โก ๏นDub-Con & Dark! Luke, addictions, blowjob, high while having sex, slut shaming, fingering & frotagge, edging, PinV, creampies, breeding kink
You step into the laundromat on a Tuesday afternoon after your last class. The air smells like stale detergent and forgotten clothes, machines humming.
It's not glamorous, the spot's tucked behind a strip mall with flickering neon signs for pawn shops and taco joints, but your friend swore it's where Luke Castellan runs his side hustle.
She's the one who usually handles thisโ slipping in here with a wad of cash and whatever else it takes to score the stuff. But she bailed last minute, stomach bug or some bullshit, so now it's you, heart pounding, palms sweaty, pretending you know the drill.
You've never met Luke before.
All you know is what she told you: he's got a sharp jawline, a scar on one side of his face, and he doesn't do freebies. She gets discounts by dropping to her knees, working him over until he tosses in extra product like pocket change.
You're not here for thatโ you're desperate for the hit that's been gnawing at since last week! You need some good stuff, something that melts the edges of your shitty reality. You pat your pocket, feeling the fold of bills.
The back corner is where the dryers stack up like rusty sentinels, and there's a door half-hidden behind a vending machine stocked with off-brand chips.
You knock, three times like she said, and it creaks open. Luke Castellan stands there, leaning against the frame, wearing a faded black tee that clings to his chest and jeans slung low enough to show the V of his hips. His eyesโ dark, assessingโ rake over you like he's pricing merchandise.
"You're not her," he says, voice low and gravelly, you know it's not a question but you still give an answer.
"Yeah, she couldn't make it so she sent me instead for the usual strong stuff... whatever she gets." You shift your weight, clutching your hands.
Luke's gaze lingered, sizing you up. He pocketed his phone and then moved to let you in as he crossed to a row of lockers in the back.
The laundromat's owner probably didn't know about this setup, or maybe he did and looked the other way for a cut. Luke twisted a key, pulling out a small zip bag that glinted under the lights. He tossed it your way.
"Two hundred," he says, leaning against the machine.
You fumbled in your pockets, pulling out a crumpled fifty, a twenty and some change.
"This is all I have right now, I swear I'll get the rest tomorrow! Please, I need it bad, the craving is killing me." Your hands trembled, the withdrawal twisting your gut. You'd do anything for that rush, the numb oblivion that made everything better.
Luke snatched the bills, counting them with a low chuckle. "This? This buys you a candy bar, sweetheart. Strong stuff ain't cheap."
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your face, smelling faintly of weed and sex. "Your friend knows the deal. Pays up front or works it off. You forget the cash, you improvise."
The itch crawled up your arms, your skin prickling. You were a junkie, yeah, and not stupid enough to walk away without that bag. Your friend had bragged about her little arrangement, half-laughing over beers: how she'd drop to her knees in the back room, sucking Luke off for a better price.
It wasn't pride keeping you standing; it was need, raw.
"Okay, fine, what she does... I can do that. Just the discount, right? For the stuff."
Luke's eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at his lips. He jerked his head toward the storage room door behind the counters, a "Staff Only" sign peeling at the edges.
"You got balls, I'll give you that. If you're half as good as she is, maybe I'll throw in extra. Come on, let's see what you're offering."
The storage room was a cramped hellholeโ stacks of detergent boxes, a flickering bulb, a small table and a sagging couch that smelled like mildew.
Luke locked the door, the click echoing, and leaned back against a shelf, unzipping his jeans without fanfare.
His dick sprang free, already half-hard, thick and veined, curving slightly like it had a mind of its own. You swallowed, dropping to your knees on the gritty floor, the concrete biting through your jeans.
This wasn't about him; it was about the bag in his pocket, it was waiting for you.
"Go on," he says, voice low. "Show me why I should cut you a deal."
You leaned in, wrapping your hand around the base, feeling it twitch under your fingers. Your mouth watered despite yourself and finally slid your lips over the head, tongue flicking the slit. The taste hit salty and musky, his skin warm against your tongue as you sucked.
He groaned, fingers tangling in your hair, not gentle but not yanking yet. You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, the taste filling your mouth as you bobbed.
You worked him sloppily, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as you bobbed, tongue swirling around the underside.
He was bigger than you'd expected, stretching your jaw, but the rhythm came easy, fueled by the promise of that hit. Your free hand braced on his thigh, feeling the muscle tense under your fingers. Saliva dripped down his shaft, slicking your palm as you stroked what you couldn't swallow, gagging softly when he pushed too far.
Luke watched, hips rocking lazily. "Look at you, drooling all over my dick like a desperate little slut. Your friend does this too, but damn, you're eager. I'm sure you're getting wet just from the taste."
The worst was that he wasn't wrong. Heat pooled between your legs, your pussy clenching against nothing as you sucked harder, the friction sending sparks to your core. But you weren't here for thatโ you just wanted the drugs, to make him cum quick and get out. Your clit throbbed, panties dampening, as you focused, humming around his head to push him over.
And it worked. His grip tightened, breath ragged.
"Shit, yeahโ gonna cum." He pulled back just enough, stroking himself as ropes of hot cum shot into your mouth, spilling over your lips and chin. You gagged, swallowing what you could, but in the end it smeared across your pretty face, sticky and warm.
Luke grinned, using the tip of his softening cock to rub it, painting your cheeks. "Messy girl. Open upโ take it all."
You did, tongue out, letting the last drops land before he tucked himself away. Your face was a wreck, mascara smearing with the evidence of your effort. standing on shaky legs, pussy aching but ignored.
"There," you said, voice hoarse. "Now the discount."
Luke chuckled, zipping up slow, like he had all day. He reached into his pocket, but instead of handing over the bag, he pulled you close by the waistband of your jeans.
"Oh, we're not done. You think a quick suck-off gets you out clean? Nah, you're better than your friendโ way fucking better. I think you can get the premium."
Before you could protest, his hand slid down, cupping your ass through the denim. "Luke, I just want the drugs. That's...That's it."
"Sure you do," he murmured, voice dripping with mockery. "But look, soaked already, that pussy's begging." His fingers traced the seam of your jeans, pressing just enough to make you whimper.
You shoved at his chest, but it was half-hearted, the aftertaste of him still on your tongue fueling the fire.
"Are you really going to leave to masturbate all by yourself? I can give a better time."
He spun you around, bending you over the table, the edge digging into your hips. One hand yanked your pants and panties down in a rough tug, exposing you to the cool air. Your pussy was slick, lips swollen and glistening, clit peeking out needy. "No, Lukeโstop. Iโ."
He ignored you, fingers ghosting over your skinโ starting at your clit, circling the hard nub with a feather-light touch that made your knees buckle.
"Liar. This little cunt's dripping for it." He dragged his touch down, parting your lips, teasing the entrance without pushing in. Up to your mound, thumb pressing the soft flesh, then back, dipping just the tip of one finger inside, shallow and maddening. You gasped, hips jerking involuntarily, chasing more.
"Please," you breathed, but it came out wrongโ half plea for him to stop, half for him to continue. The drugs were so close, you could resist this.
"You're grinding on my fingers like a bitch in heat. Bet you'd beg for my cock if I made you wait."
Luke chuckled, free hand fishing a small baggie from his pocketโthe strong stuff, premium grade.
"Need this more, don't you?" He opened it, holding some crystallized thing between his fingers to your lips. "Open up. It'll make you feel real good."
You shook your head, but Gods, you needed it, couldn't go any longer without drugs, and like that you parted your lips.
It hit your tongue, bitter. It rushed through you, your skin tingling, some wetness flooding out. You were happy to finally be able to consume. "Fuck... what is that?"
"Ecstasy. You're going to love this."
"Wait," you breathed, but your body betrayed you, arching into his touch. He pushed two fingers then, curling against that soft spot inside you. He pumped slowly, thumb on your clit, building you up fastโ too fast. Your breath hitched, orgasm coiling tight, but just as you teetered on the edge, he pulled out, leaving you clenching around nothing.
"Fuckโplease," you gasped, hating yourself.
"Please what? You told me to wait." He smirked, fingers glistening as he brought them to your lips, making you taste yourself.
"I think I could become obsessed with this mouth, you know how to suck damn well." His fingers passed your lips, pushing until they reached your throat, making you gag a little.
Then he was back, tracing your mound, dipping to your entrance but not entering, teasing until you were grinding against his hand and biting your lip to stifle a moan, it was relentless, thumb pressing your clit while his fingers pumped.
Just so you were edged again, the fingers thrusting deep, your walls fluttering, so closeโ then nothing as he pulled out once more. You were a mess, panting, thighs slick and trembling just like a newborn deer.
Luke stepped back, his dick stirring back to life in his pants.
He freed it again, still semi-soft, and rubbed the tip against your exposed pussy, wetting it with your arousal. The blunt head nudged your clit, then slid along your lips, parting them but never pushing in. "Feel that? Just the tip."
Wet sounds followed, your arousal was coating him, making him twitch and harden inch by inch. He pushed in just the headโ bare, hot and promisingโ then pulled out, the drag making you sob.
"Noโ a condom, at least," you managed, voice breaking, you were dizzy as he kept pressing the tip inside, stretching you slightly, then pulled out, rubbing the length along your slit.
"Condom? For a junkie who forgot the money? You probably forgot it on purpose. So now, you pay with this pussy." He kept doing the motion until he hardened fully, the soft slide turning insistent, your hips bucking to chase it. You were lost, a poor addict reduced to whimpers that didn't even notice he had turned you around making your back press against the wood.
"Look at this greedy cunt, kissing my cock like she owns it. I think the drug is making effect."
"Uh?"
With a thrust, he was inside, bare and deep, stretching you wide. You cried out, the curve of him hitting just right, veins dragging against your walls. He hugged your hips close, pulling you onto him, the table scraping across the floor with each slam.
"Fuckโ no, wait ah.." you gasped, but your legs wrapped around him, your body was chasing his.
He fucked you hard, deep, every inch was perfectโ the slight upward bend kissing spots that no one else got to before. He was relentless, hips snapping, turning you into a drooling mess on the table, tits bouncing a little.
"You're better than her," he growled, breath hot on your neck. "Suck like a pro, take dick like you were born for it. You're a big slut." He denigrated you with every thrustโ calling you stupid, worthless without your fixโ but then he'd grind slow, letting his cock soothe your aching pussy, passing over every sensitive inch like a lover would do.
It was maddening, the mix of filth and that dark affection, making you clench around him and it made you a messโ drool slipping from your open mouth, eyes rolling back as he pounded deep.
"More... fuck, more, Lukeโ please!" It spilled out over and over, cries echoing off the walls, the drugs amplifying every thrust until you were sobbing for it. His cock was perfect, ruining you just right, hips snapping to make the table bang.
You were close, so close from all the edging, and he knew it. "Gonna fill you up. No pulling out for whores like you."
He pulled out suddenly, rubbing the head against your clit,before entering again and making you cry, your make-up was messed up since you sucked him off but now you looked just pathetic.
"I will end up pregnant, don'tโ" You begged, but your body betrayed you, nails digging into his back, pussy pushing down to meet every stroke, clenching to milk him.
"Too late, slut." He slammed in, flooding youโ hot, thick ropes painting your insides. You shattered, the teasing from before exploding into a hard orgasm, squirting around him, soaking his thighs. Waves crashed, leaving you trembling, cum already dripping down your legs.
He didn't stop, fucking his cum deeper, the table groaning under the force. But when he finally pulled out, you were wreckedโ pussy puffy and red, his seed dripping down your thighs in thick rivulets. Your hand moved on instinctโ fingers sliding over your swollen cunt, dipping into the mess.
The touch alone sparked something.
"Fuck that," he muttered, flipping you onto your stomach over the table. He slapped your overstimulated cuntโ a sharp sting that made you yelp. His fingers coated in your release and his, he pushed them in alongside his cock as he thrust back inside, rougher now.
You came again, harder, body surrendering as he emptied into you once more, the overflow leaking out with every withdraw. By the time he pulled out for good, you were boneless, high and sated, the drugs and the sex leaving you floating.
Luke zipped up, tossing the full baggie to the table. "There. Premium, like I said." He smirked, but there was a softness in how he helped you up, Luke didn't kick you out. He knelt, wiping you clean with a rag from the shelf and cleaning your defeated make-up.
He could be gentle.
"You're a mess," he says finally. "Better than I expected. I'll give you a joint too; it's on me this time. Come back next weekโ properly with cash. Door's open."
You nodded, pulling up your pants.
Walking out of that laundromat, bag in the pocket, you felt something weirdโ not just the high you were going through, but a pull.
Luke Castellan was probably the best dealer; trouble you might chase. And fuck, after that, you were already planning the next "forgetful" visit.
แแฐ๐ ื ๐.๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: Dress reveal got me down.
โก. ๐๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฌ : Percy is convinced he fell in love with you a second time at his mother's wedding & it rewires his brain.
Percy thinksโno, knowsโthis is one of those moments that rewires his brain chemistry forever, not in a neat way, not like something heโll look back on calmly later, but in a way where his head feels too full all at once and his body doesnโt know what to do with the excess.
Heโs standing at the bottom of the stairs and his foot keeps tapping against the floor even though he told himself to stop doing that, even though Annabeth shot him a look a minute ago. His suit jacket is pulling weird at the shoulders. The tie is too tight. He loosens it, then tightens it again because loose feels worse somehow. His hands donโt settle and they just keep opening and closing.
The apartment is warm, maybe too warm??? Someone brushed past him earlier and apologized and he nodded like a normal person, but it barely registered. Everything felt delayed, as if heโs underwater without actually being underwater, maybe the air has the wrong density.
The stairs are empty. They wonโt be empty for long.
He knows that. Heโs known it for ten minutes. Maybe longer. Timeโs doing something strange.
His mom is getting married.
That fact keeps floating back up, disjointed, like a notification he keeps swiping away without reading properly. Sally Jacksonโ his mom, the constant and the anchor in his lifeโ is standing in the next room in white, about to walk into a new part of her life. Percyโs chest tightens every time he remembers it, not in a bad way, he's overwhelmed by happiness.
People move around him. Paul says something about the rings. Someone asks Percy if heโs ready and he nods automatically, because yes, he is, he has been for years, for all of thisโ his mom happy, his mom safe, his mom choosing something good.
Oh, but Percy's mind is also floating another wayโ what could he possibly do when he sees you in that dress?
Just when his mind is wondering you descend the stairs. The light catches on the curve of your shoulder, the way the dress fits perfectly and accentuates your beautiful body. You hold the railing with one hand, bouquet in the other, and you laugh at something someone whispers behind you.
Thatโs when it happens.
One second heโs smiling, the next his mouth is trembling, and thenโ godsโ then the tears are just there, spilling.
โOhโno, no, no,โ he mutters, half-laughing, half-breaking, dragging the heel of his hand under one eye, then the other, failing miserably.
Percy never got that moment, did he?
The prom staircase with the dress reveal and the chance to stand there and think: โthatโs her, she chose me while the rest of the world watched.โ
Percy is already there when you reach the last step. He stops short close to the railing, eyes wide and glossy, mouth opening and then closing again. His tie is crooked and one sleeve is wrinkled from where heโs been fidgeting with it all afternoon.
You notice immediately.
His shoulders are tight, his breath uneven, and when he blinks, a tear slips out anyway. He laughs under his breath like heโs embarrassed, and you lower your bouquet to give attention to your boyfriend.
โPercy?โ you ask, worry threading into your voice as you step closer. โHey loveโ whatโs wrong?โ
Your hand comes up to his face before he can answer, thumbs brushing under his eyes, catching the tears he didnโt even realize were falling yet. He leans into the touch instinctively, heโs been practically knocked off balance and youโre both the cause and the thing that sustains him.
โIโm fine,โ he says, sniffing hard and ruining the lie. He drags his wrist across his nose, laughs again, softer this time, and looks at you like heโs trying to memorize every inch. โI swear. I justโ gods.โ
He swallows, voice thick. โYouโre so pretty.โ
Another sniff. His hands settle at your waist, not tight but steady, grounding himself there. He looks a little wrecked, eyes red, lashes wet, with a smile trembling and sincere.
โI didnโt think it would hit me like this,โ he admits quietly.
โYou came down the stairs and I justโfroze. I never got to have that moment with you. Prom, or anything like that. Seeing you all dressed up and walking toward me.โ His thumb starts tracing small, absent circles against your side. โAnd now here you are, and I canโt stop thinking about how lucky I am.โ
Someone clears their throat nearby. A camera flashes but Percy barely gives his attention to it. He presses his forehead to yours for a second, breathing you in, pulling himself together a little.
โSorry,โ he murmurs, still smiling, still sniffing. โIโm just really in love with you.โ
The room is dark except for the thin stripe of city light slipping through the curtains, cutting across the bed and the floor.
The wedding ended two hours ago and there you are, warm beside him, one leg tangled with his, your back pressed lightly to his chest. Percy stays still for a long moment, listening at your breathing slow and even, the kind that tells him youโre really asleep this time.
He shifts just enough to free one arm, careful not to wake you. His hand stays on your waist, fingers splayed for the reminder that youโre there. He reaches for his phone with the other hand, and winces when the screen lights up too bright, immediately dimming it down.
Rings.
He types it in and then deletes it. Types again. Engagement rings. He exhales quietly through his nose, lips pressing together as the page loads. His thumb hovers, hesitant, before he starts scrolling.
He doesnโt know what heโs looking for at first.
Too flashy feels wrong. Too simple feels like itโs missing something. He keeps glancing at your hand where it rests against the pillow, memorizing the shape of your fingers, the way they curl when you sleep. He reaches out, gently, lifting your hand just enough to slide his own under it, lining his fingers up with yours, testing how it would look someday.
โYeah,โ he whispers to himself, barely sound at all. โOkay.โ
He scrolls slower now. Stops on one. Zooms in. Back out.
He lets out another sniff, quiet and ridiculous, because somehow heโs emotional again. He wipes his nose on the edge of the sheet and shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his mouth.
He taps a few tabs open, compares bands, stones, settings. Reads reviews.
He imagines you wearing it while brushing your teeth, while cooking dinner, while absentmindedly twisting it around your finger when youโre nervous. He imagines the weight of it there and how permanent that would make everything in the best way.
He wants to spend his life with you forever.
You shift in your sleep, brow creasing slightly, and he freezes instantly. His phone locks instantly and his hand tightens at your waist, pulling you a fraction closer until you settle again, breath evening out. He lets out the breath he was holding, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder.
โSorry,โ he murmurs, even if you can't hear him.
When he unlocks his phone again, he saves a few.
โJust bookmarks. It's nothing official.โ Heโs trying to think, trying not to rush itโ he just wants to know what forever might look like in metal and stone. His thumb pauses over one last ring, simple, sturdy and beautiful.
He glances at you one more time, at the way your hair spills over the pillow, at how safe you look there with him.
โSoon,โ he ends up with, and finally sets the phone down.
He pulls you closer, arm snug around your waist, nose tucked into your hair. His breathing slows to match yours, the glow of the screen fading from his eyes but not from his chest.
Maybe it's because I'm a lesbian and it's been long since I decentered men from my life, but it makes me feel very sad to see women whose personality revolves around only talking about men. Like, I know there's a very interesting girl inside with a lot to show and it's being eaten by this search for validation in the normative path imposed.
แแฐ๐ ื ๐.๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: Nerd with cute eyes in love.
โก. ๐๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฌ : After what happened a few weeks ago, you're still going to tutoring but can't stop thinking about Percy. Perhaps the boy is starting to win your heart?
โก. Nerd Percy & Popular reader, fingering, masturbation, PinV, creampie.
Three weeks had dragged by since that fuck with Percy, and your econ grade was holding kinda steady. You'd aced the last quiz thanks to his frantic note-taking sessions, but every time you sat across from him in his apartment, the air thickened with what you'd done.
You'd flash him smirks, cross your legs, remind him with an "Eyes on the graphs, Jackson" when his gaze dipped low. He blushed every damn time, adjusting those wire-rimmed glasses.
You kept up the act, flicking his ear or calling him a "pathetic little tutor" just to watch him squirm, on the inside, your mind replayed the stretch of his thick dick, the hot spurt on your ass.
Fuck, it had been goodโ better than the frat boys. Those guys were all thrust and no finesse, leaving you sore and unsatisfied.
And Percy? He was eager, responsive, like he actually cared about getting you off.
You hadn't planned to hook up again. Or at least, that's what you told yourself while scrolling through your phone at 2 a.m., thighs clenched around your pillow, imagining his hands on your hips.
The loneliness crept inโ your sorority sisters were all coupled up or chasing tail that didn't stick, and you were tired of the empty ache after parties.
Percy wasn't boyfriend material, but he was available, discreet, maybe even a bit cute... Plus, he looked at you like you hung the moon even when you bitched at him.
That kind of attention? You needed it. So when you texted him the next morningโ "Study sesh at 7. Don't make me wait, geek"โ you knew it wasn't just about to be about economy.
Percy opened the door right on time, hair messier than usual, like he'd been running his hands through it.
"Hey," he said, stepping aside, his voice a notch too high. "I have the midterms review. Figured we'd start with monopolies."
You breezed past him, dropping your bag on the floor with a thud.
Your outfit was planned for him to make a moveโ with a tight blouse unbuttoned to show a tinny bit of your bra and the skirt short enough that bending over would flash your underwear.
"Monopolies? Sounds boring, you're always picking the dry shit." You flopped onto the sofa, the same sagging one where you'd caught him jerking off the first time, and patted the spot next to you.
He hesitated, then sat, his knee brushing yours slightly.
The session started normal like it always didโ Percy spreading out his notes, droning on about barriers to entry and his pen tapping against the paper.
You half-listened, doodling in the margins, but your eyes kept drifting to his mouthโ the way it moved when he explained... The memorie flicked into your mind: the way he'd groaned when you sucked him, that low sound. Your pussy clenched at the thought, a dull throb starting between your legs.
Why wouldn't he touch you again?
"You're zoning out," he said after a minute, glancing at you. "Everything okay?"
You sighed, leaning back and crossing your arms. "Just thinking about how you owe me, nerd. Last time, you blew your load all over my face without warning and ruined my makeup. I deserve compensation."
His face went red, the kind of flush that started at his neck and crept up. "Iโ I said sorry that day. We don'tโ"
"Oh, we do." You uncrossed your legs slowly, letting your skirt ride up an inch.
His eyes flicked down, then away, but not before you saw the hunger there. "You got yours. Now watch me get mine."
Percy swallowed hard, setting his pen down. "Here? Like... now?"
You didn't answer with words. Instead, you kicked off your heels, planted your feet on the coffee table, and spread your thighs wide. The skirt hiked up fully, exposing the thin strip of black lace between your legs. You could feel the damp spot already, your arousal soaking it.
His breath hitched, glasses slipping down his nose as he stared, frozen like a deer in headlights.
"Don't move," you ordered. "Just sit there and watch how wet you make me, you little perv."
Your hand trailed up your inner thigh, nails scraping lightly over the skin, leaving faint red lines. The anticipation made your pulse raceโ exposing yourself like this to him, the nerd you'd bullied for months felt filthy.
You hooked your fingers into the waistband of your thong and tugged it aside, baring your pussy to his eyes. It was already slick, lips swollen and parted, clit peeking out.
Percy's eyes locked on it, his hands clenching into fists on his lap.
"Fuck, look at that," you murmured, more to yourself than to him as you slid two fingers along your slit. The wetness coated them immediately, a soft schlick sound filling the room.
You circled your clit slowly, the pressure building a warm coil in your belly.
"All this from thinking about your fat cock stretching me out. You like seeing it, Percy? My pussy all shiny and ready?"
He nodded jerkily, mouth parted, not saying a word. Goodโ he knew better than to interrupt.
You dipped lower, pushing one finger inside yourself, then two, the stretch not enough compared to him but enough to make you gasp. Your walls clenched around the intrusion, greedy for more, and pumped in and out, slow at first, letting him see every motion.
The table creaked as you shifted, heels digging into the wood for leverage.
"Bet you've jerked off to this a hundred times by now," you teased, voice breathy. "Imagining your dick buried in here instead of your hand."
Percy's chest heaved, trying to adjust himself discreetly, his hips shifting like he was fighting not to touch.
Emboldened, you sped up, fingers curling to hit your g-spot and make your thighs quiver.
A soft moan escaped you, unbidden, as your free hand yanked your blouse open, buttons popping. Your bra came next, shoved down to free one of your titsโ the nipple a hard peak begging to be sucked.
You pinched, rolling it between your fingers, the dual sensations making your pussy flutter. But it wasn't enough. The ache built, sharp and insistent, and you needed more friction.
Pulling your fingers out, you spread your lips wider, exposing your clit fully, and rubbed it in tight circles as your legs started to tremble, little spasms rippling through your muscles as the pleasure edged higher.
"Oh fuck, Percy," you sighed, head falling back against the sofa. "This is what you do to me. Can't stop thinking about how you filled me up last time. That dick pounding my cunt until I came all over it."
He whimpered leaning forward like he was mesmerized.
That sound pushed you closer, your rubs turning frantic, hips bucking up off the cushion. Sweat started to form on your skin, trickling down between your breasts, and you felt the orgasm coiling tight, ready to snap.
"Watch me cum for you, nerd. Watch how Iโ Iโah, shitโ"
It hit you as your pussy clenched on nothing, juices leaking out to soak the sofa, and your legs spasmed visiblyโ jerks that made your toes curl and your thighs shake.
You sighed his name on the peak, a long, drawn-out "Percy" that hung in the air. It lasted longer than usual, the exposure amplifying it, leaving you panting and loose-limbed.
He groaned, low and tortured, palming himself through his jeans. You caught sight of the wet spot forming, his dick was clearly leaking pre-cum. But when you looked up, his expression was like a punch to the ribsโ puppy-dog eyes, lips parted in desperation, a kicked look that made your chest tighten.
Weeks of holding back, of you being mean just to feel in control, and here he was, wrecked because of you. Your plan had been to stop there, leave him hard and wanting.
Payback for not fucking you these weeks.
But oh, he looked so pathetic, so eager, you couldn't.
"Get over here," you muttered, voice husky from the climax.
He stumbled forward, and you grabbed his shirt, yanking him down until he was half on top of you, his body pressing into the sofa cushions beside your sprawled form. Your hand fumbled with his belt, popping it open and shoving his jeans down to free his cock.
It sprang out, thick and heavy, already fully hardโ the veins bulging along the shaft, the head a deep red and slick with pre-cum. Bigger than you remembered in the heat of it, that girth making your pussy needy.
You wrapped your fingers around it, giving a few firm pumps, feeling it twitch in your grip.
The skin was hot, velvety, and he bucked into your hand with a gasp, his weight shifting so his face hovered inches from yours. Up close like thisโ really close, for the first time without the frenzyโ you noticed details you'd glossed over before.
The faint freckles across his nose, the way his green eyes sparkled behind the glasses, that messy hair begging to be tugged. Undeniably cute, in a way that made your mean mood waver.
"You're such a fucking mess," you whispered, leaning in to press a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. He froze, then melted, his breath warm against your lips.
Your hand kept stroking, slow twists at the head to smear the pre-cum down his length, but you kissed him againโ soft, teasing pecks along his jaw, his cheek.
"Don't think this means anything," you murmured between kisses, nipping his lower lip. "I'm just... giving you a pity pump. Your dick's too good to waste on your hand."
Another kiss, this one lingering, your tongue flicking out to taste himโ salt and mint, surprisingly addictive.
Percy whimpered, his hips thrusting shallowly into your fist.
"Please," he breathed, voice rough, one hand bracing beside your head while the other tentatively cupped your hip.
You felt the nudge of his cock against your thigh, hot and insistent, and damn if it didn't make you want more. Your pussy was still sensitive, aching to be filled again.
"Fine," you sighed, guiding him with your free hand, positioning that thick head at your entrance.
Your thong was still shoved aside, slick from your orgasm, and rubbed him along your folds, coating him.
You kissed him deeper this time, sucking on his lip as he pushed forwardโ slow at first, the stretch burning sweet as his girth parted you. Inch by inch, he sank in, your walls hugging every ridge, fuller than your fingers could ever manage.
He groaned into your mouth, bottoming out with a wet slide, balls pressed against your ass.
You broke the kiss to gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck, you're thick," you panted, rocking your hips to take him deeper. His face was so close, that cute flush spreading as he started movingโ shallow thrusts at first, like he was afraid to break you.
The sofa groaned under the combined weight, your back pressed into the worn cushions, legs hooked around his waist to keep him buried deep.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down to mix with the flush across his cheeks, and you couldn't help yourlself, could you?
You just needed to lean up to plant a series of small, teasing kisses along his jawline, nipping at the stubble before brushing the lips against the corner of his mouth.
You tried to make sense of it all, your mind spinning even as the body arched into him.
It was just his cock, right? That fat, veined length splitting you open in a way no one else's could, ruining you for the quick, unsatisfying pumps from those frat assholes. Yeah, that had to be itโ purely physical, a fix for the ache that had built up over weeks of denied release.
Well, with him this close, his breath mingling with yours in hot puffs, a stray thought wormed its way in: maybe he'd make a decent boyfriend, all attentive and sweet, the kind who wouldn't fumble around like the others.
No, fuck thatโ what were you even thinking? He was just a good fuck, messing with your poor head because his dick hit spots you didn't know you had. Nothing more.
You kissed him again, firmer this time, to shut down the nonsense, tongue flicking against his lower lip as your nails scraped lightly down his back.
Percy sighed into your mouth, a low, contented sound. He shifted his hips, grinding deeper on the next thrust, the head of his cock nudging against you.
A soft moan escaped him, followed by a grunt as he pulled back and sank in again, his pace unhurried, like he had all afternoon to draw this out. His hand stayed splayed across your hip, thumb tracing idle circles.
You could see the way his black hair curled damply at the temples. He looked wrecked, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, but there was something else in his gazeโ something soft and adoring that twisted low in your gut.
This was supposed to be just sex, a way to scratch the itch and keep him in his place as your flustered tutor.
Nothing emotional, no strings. But the way he moved, careful yet insistent, made your pussy clench involuntarily.
"Fuck," he breathed, burying his face in the crook of your neck for a moment, his teeth grazing the skin as he thrust again.
The wet slide of his cock filled the room and your arousal coated him, easing the way. You rocked your hips to meet him, chasing the building friction, but your mind kept circling back to that stupid thought.
Boyfriend? Him? The guy who'd blushed beet red when you'd caught him stroking his dick on this very sofa weeks ago, hand frozen mid-pump? No way. It was the girth of him, the way he filled you. That's all. You kissed his cheek, then the edge of his ear, whispering a half-hearted taunt.
"Don't get too comfortable, nerd..."
He lifted his head, those eyes meeting you again, so damn earnest it made your stomach flip.
Percy kept fucking you slowly, his hips rolling in a way that pressed his pubic bone against your clit with each inward push.
The intimacy of it allโ the closeness, the way his body heat enveloped youโstirred something unwelcome. You wanted to shove him off, reassert control, but your legs tightened around him instead, pulling him deeper if possible.
Then, out of nowhere, he said it.
"I love you," Percy murmured, voice husky, the words coming out as if he had been building them for weeks. He paused mid-thrust, cock throbbing inside you, and added, "I think I like you. A lot."
Your heart stuttered, and before you could process it, a hand shot up, clamping over his mouth.
"Shut up," you hissed, the command coming out breathy, undermined by the way your cunt squeezed him tightโ walls contracting around his shaft in a vise grip that made his eyes widen behind his glasses.
Fuck, your body was betraying you, clenching like it agreed with him, like the confession had lit a fire straight to your core.
You could feel him twitch in response, hot and hard, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his hips flexed, pushing back in slowly, testing the reaction.
You kept the palm pressed firm over his lips, feeling the warmth of his breath against the skin, the subtle nudge of his tongue testing your fingers.
"Don't say that shit," you warned, voice edged with annoyance, though your free hand dug into his lowerback, urging him to keep moving. "This isn't... we're not doing feelings. You're just a good dick. That's it."
Doubt crept in even when you tried to concentrate on the feeling of his dick.
He kept looking at you, those green eyes so pretty and pleading, lashes dark against his flushed skin. The way he held your gaze, not backing down even with your hand muffling him, chipped away at your resolve.
He mumbled something against the palm.
Reluctantly, you eased your hand away, just enough to let him speak, though you kept the fingers hovering near his mouth like a threat.
"What?" you demanded, hips grinding up to meet his next thrust, the angle letting his cock drag right over her g-spot.
"I mean it," he said, voice rough but steady, punctuating the words with a deeper thrust that made you moan. He sighed again, his grunts mixing with the slick sounds of your joining.
"You've been in my head since that first time. The way you tease me, call me out...Maybe I'm a masochistic but.. I like you. More than just sex."
His face was inches from yours, expression open and vulnerable with that kicked-puppy look.
It should have annoyed you, should have made you push him away, but instead, it made your chest tighten, the stomach doing that flip again. Fuck, he was too close, too real like this.
Maybe tell him to fuck off with the romance, but the words were stuck.
Your hand slid to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his messy hair, and you pulled him down for a messy kiss, tongues sliding together.
"You're an idiot," you muttered against his lips, "I... I like you a bit, okay? Just a little. Don't make it weird."
The words slipped out on a gasp as the orgasm crested, your body tensing under him.
Percy's eyes lit up, a grin breaking through despite the strain on his face, and he groaned, thrusting deeper, faster now, trying to make you orgasm.
"Yeah?" he breathed, voice wrecked, one hand slipping between to rub tight circles over your poor clit.
It was too muchโ the pressure, the fullness, the way he looked like you were everything.
You finally came, pussy spasming around his cock, squeezing him in waves that drew a guttural grunt from his throat. Juices slicked his shaft, dripping down to where his balls slapped against your ass, as you cried out, nails raking his shoulders.
He didn't stop, fucking through it with those slow, grinding rolls, his own breaths coming in ragged pants.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he muttered, burying his face in your neck once more, lips brushing the skin in feather-light kisses that mirrored the ones you'd given him earlier.
Your body trembled in the aftershocks, the sensitive walls fluttering, but didn't push him awayโ in stead, you wrapped your arms around his back, holding him close as he chased his own release.
The softness of it scared a little, the way his weight pinned you down, his cock insistent inside your oversensitive cunt. But damn, it felt right, the slow build of his moans turning into desperate grunts, his hips snapping harder.
Percy tensed, a low whine building, and you felt him swell even thicker, the head pulsing against your cervix.
"Gonnaโ" he started, but you cut him off with another kiss, as he came. His thrusts stuttered, grinding deep as he emptied himself, balls drawing up tight. Every twitch, every jet, your walls milking him for more until he collapsed half on top of you, his breathing heavy, and the cock still buried inside as it softened slowly.
Percy shifted, his arms wrapping around your back in a loose hold, but he didn't pull out yet.
Instead, he tilted his head to look at you, those eyes soft behind his glasses.
"Hey," he said quietly, voice rough from the moans. "Do you really like me? Like... for real?"
Your face heated instantly, a flush creeping up the neck that you couldn't hide pressed against him. You buried your face in his shoulder, mumbling against his skin.
"Shut up, Percy."
He chuckled, gently lifting your chin with a finger, peering. "You're red. Like, tomato-level red." His smile was gentle, not mocking, and he brushed a strand of hair from your face. "I like you. Just in case you forgot."
"Just don't talk.."
๐ญ :: It's been a very intense few weeks, so for now I'll continue reposting fics from my old account.
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