Saccharine Kisses
pairing: jason grace x daughter of aphrodite!reader
synopsis: your innocent reading session quickly turns into something different when your boyfriend looks far too hot wearing his glasses.
wc: 2.6k
warnings: mayhap ooc jason check for urself ig?? making out, sexual implications if you squint (face-sitting), a little pinch of spice in there, but nothing seriously explicit
request: yes
a/n: i love me a man with glasses, if that wasn’t obvious lol. as always, i hope y’all enjoy reading this, esp the dear anon that requested the fic!
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Jason Grace wore glasses, and it couldn’t have been more to anyone’s peril than yours.
Initially, you had hated the idea of thick rims obscuring the view to his pretty blue eyes. When you actually saw how downright delicious he looked wearing them, though? All the complaints died on your tongue.
Sitting on his bed in Cabin 1, you practically drooled over him doing something as mundane as reading a book. Your own current read—a romance novel, of course—lay forgotten and neglected on the ivory covers. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the story! On the contrary, the plot had only now picked up the pace. But how could you focus when he sat there across from you looking so unfairly pretty? Black ink on white pages didn’t seem as interesting anymore with your boyfriend right there.
It wasn’t fair. You were a daughter of Aphrodite; flirtatious, fun, and beautiful. You were supposed to be the one to fluster him, to make him nervous with how attractive he found you. And you did, don’t get me wrong. But how did Jason manage to elicit the same reaction from you without even so much as noticing it?
You licked your lips as you looked at Jason, like a lioness observing her prey while preparing to pounce. And what cute prey it was. The clueless blonde pushed up his glasses from the bridge of his nose and adjusted the grip he had on his paperback copy of The Art of War. You almost snorted at how adorably nerdy the action came across as. Why Jason would rather read an ancient book about military strategy than a novel was beyond you, but to each their own, you supposed.
“Is it good?” The sound of your airy voice took Jason aback, who had been fully immersed in the page he was reading. Looking up, he took you in; sitting on his bed like a perfect little doll in your pretty white sundress. Glancing down at your closed book momentarily, his curious reply came fast, “Yes, it is. Isn’t yours?”
“Mh-hm. It’s not bad, I guess.” Jason raised an eyebrow. “So why aren’t you reading, sweetheart?” he asked in that gentle tone that never failed to get you weak in the knees. He was always gentle with you. Your lips tugged into that charming grin he adored, and a foreboding twinkle came to life in your eyes; one your boyfriend had come to know very well. You were up to something—something that surely had little to do with the cozy reading session you two had agreed on for the afternoon.
It wasn’t your fault that he was so distracting! Your love for reading couldn’t be swayed by much, truly, but Jason Grace was a force of nature. That cute, concentrated look on his face did things to you—eyebrows furrowed in a way that you found unreasonably endearing.
With a feline grace that came to you naturally, you got up and walked around the bed so you could stand before him. “It’s ’cause of you. Can’t focus.” Your soft admission lit the match that sparked over to the bewilderment now shining in his cerulean depths. A lopsided smile spread across his face, and the ghost of a dimple poked out from his left cheek. Ugh. “What did I do?”
“That! Right there!” you exclaimed, while pointing an accusatory finger at his face in a silly gesture. A huff escaped your parted lips, your hand lowering from its levitated state to rest on his shoulder. “You’re killing me, Jason!” you whined, and Jason had the nerve to laugh. You were being too cute right now, even if he wasn’t sure what was up with you.
You playfully pushed his shoulder in an attempt at conveying your annoyance with him. “Stop laughing! Jason, I— I’m serious!” Your blonde boyfriend stopped laughing after a moment of gathering himself. Clearing his throat with a poorly suppressed grin, he was failing majorly at hiding his amusement. He set his book aside before his hands moved to grab you by the waist.
A humored hum resounded from Jason as he looked up at you, who towered over his seated self. “Talk to me, pretty. What’s got you so heated, hm?” Fuck. Could he be any hotter? He got you practically foaming at the mouth with how desperately you wanted to sink your teeth into him now—figuratively as well as literally at this point. You wouldn’t mind taking a bite of that biceps. Your eyes drifted across the expanse of his muscular arms up to the big hands gripping your middle. A few beats passed and only then did you slowly drag your gaze up to meet his questioning one.
Biting your lip, you admired the beautiful sky blues hidden beneath the specters of his glasses. Wordlessly, you raised the hand that you had placed upon his shoulder and brushed against the sensitive skin of his neck with the tips of your fingers.
You smiled as your hand wandered up to grasp his chin between your thumb and your forefinger—your eyes locked with his the entire time. Shaking your head in disbelief, you sighed. “You really don’t know.” His eyebrows drew together, a delicate crease forming between them. Jason looked at you like he would a map; in an almost strategic manner, like he could figure you out if he stared long and hard enough. “Know what?”
“How attractive you are,” you began, your voice light as a feather, before continuing in the same breath, “How you drive me crazy with those stupid glasses.” In mere seconds, a blush spread across Jason’s cheeks like wildfire. Realization dawned on his face alongside a certain shyness that was entirely unnecessary. There was barely any reason to feel embarrassed considering all the things you two had already explored together in your time as a couple. “How I was reading the same paragraph over and over again for like five full minutes, before I put my book down. Because I just can’t think of anything besides kissing you, when you look like that.”
Jason swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yeah?” His voice came out sounding scratchier than it had before. The corners of your mouth pulled further upward upon taking in his flustered state. “Uh-huh.” You nodded.
With a swipe of your tongue, you moistened your lips again—immediately noticing the instinctive glance Jason shot them, before holding eye contact with you once more. A devilish idea had already taken root in your mind, as you made sure you could move more freely by slightly hiking up your sundress. You let go of his face, only to stabilize yourself on his shoulder, before climbing onto his lap. You were the epitome of sultry seduction straddling him like this, exuding confidence in a way Jason knew only you could.
The scent of his cologne filled your nostrils—cedar and a fresh air of citrus. Jason smelled as good as he looked.
His flushed face was even cuter up close, regardless of how many times you had already witnessed it before. You would never grow tired of seeing your usually so calm and collected boyfriend turn into an adorable mess for you. You loved that you could have this effect on him. The day you would cease to take joy in that would be the day Tartarus freezes over.
Leaning in closer, you brushed your lips against the burning surface of his cheek. The teasing tingle you left behind made Jason’s heart stutter in his chest. Your hand left the flowy fabric of your dress—bunched together now in a cloud of white—and instead found its home on his toned pectoral muscles. Your mouth was right next to his ear then, and he could feel you smirk. “Will you kiss me, baby? Or will you keep me waiting?”
He said your name like a warning, his voice low and rough around the edges. His grip tightened around your waist, and you were already buzzing with excitement. Before you knew it, he had redirected your face so that you couldn’t hide from him.
His intense gaze bore into you, but you chose to play coy with him as you avoided direct eye contact. The faux innocence you displayed after your bold words was as funny as it was cute to your boyfriend. But Jason wasn’t having any of it, as amusing as he thought it was. “Look at me.” His firm demand made him sound so much like the leader you knew he was, and that could have driven you into a frenzy any day. You went along with his request, though the butterflies in your stomach wouldn’t go away. Jason cupped your cheek, and while his hold was characteristically careful, the storm in his eyes spoke an entirely different language.
“You’re trouble,” Jason spoke. After giggling at his rather valid claim, you pointed out, “You never had any complaints before.” Shaking his head at you, he let out a humorous scoff. You were unbelievable. “Who said I was complaining now?” he countered as he pulled you in.
You felt his warm breath on your lips for only a split second, before he finally kissed you. After the agonizing minutes spent pondering over the addictive feeling of his lips on yours, you were anything but disappointed.
Jason captured your lips in a way that was as commanding as it was painstakingly considerate. The hand on your waist wandered up to trace the exposed skin of your décolletage, though his touch wasn’t inherently sexual. If anything, the brush of his fingers on your collarbones and neck came as a natural byproduct of Jason’s desperate need for intimacy with you. He was actively seeking the warmth of your skin, searching for the softness that always succeeded in making him unbelievably pliable—for you, that is, only ever for you.
You shared the same sentiment; longing to have him as close as possible. Gripping his hair by the back of his head, you urged his face even closer to yours—as though you two weren’t already nose-to-nose. If you could have simply stayed in his lap forever and never let go of his lips, you would have immediately claimed this seat as your own personal throne with pride. Surely your favorite as well, or well, maybe your second favorite.
When Jason pulled back, if only for a moment, you whined impatiently. He would have rolled his eyes at your attitude if you were quite literally anyone else.
Fact was: Jason wasn’t someone with a high tolerance for people who lacked the discipline he had been taught from a young age. He couldn’t always give them grace. But with you, it was different. And it honestly wasn’t even that he loved you in spite of your sensibilities. No, he loved you for them. Because somehow you made anything and everything seem so, so sweet to him. You could have done the most irritating thing in front of him, and he would’ve simply been amused and laughed it off.
“No whining, my love. I gave you what you wanted, didn’t I?” His gentle reprimand made you pause, as you dropped your hands onto your lap and scrutinized him. You were pleased by the sight of his dilated pupils and the heavy puffs of air escaping his already swollen lips. You might’ve been a little too eager. What you weren’t particularly pleased by, on the other hand, was his withdrawal from your well-earned kisses. You’d waited for about a quarter of an hour to kiss him, so the least he could do was make it worth your while, right? And for you, that meant much more than what you two had just started. This was only the beginning, obviously!
Jason knew you too well, and of course he also didn’t want to end this right here already. He was more than willing to taste your sweetness for the rest of time, but he would do that on his terms though—in typical Jason Grace fashion. “You’re going to be good for me, right? So that I can continue giving you exactly what you need.”
The gravelly tone of his voice—tempting you with the promise of fulfilling your desires—involuntarily made you try to squeeze your thighs together, and Jason felt that. With both your thighs on each side of him, well, it was hard to miss the pressure of you caging him in even further. Your failed attempt at easing the ache between the supple flesh of your upper thighs had its effects on Jason nevertheless. His eyes narrowed dangerously, the hand on your face moving to take a hold of your nape instead. “You’re being impossible, sweetheart,” he began, his voice so deep it almost resembled something of a growl, before he finished his thought, “but that just makes me want to correct you even more.”
Your breath caught in your throat, wide eyes unblinking. His lips crashed against yours before you could fully understand the implications behind his words. Jason dominated your mouth, gripping you by the nape in an authoritative way—resolute, yet still not forceful. He got drunk on the aching sweetness it provided. Your boyfriend took bliss in any second spent pleasuring you, no matter how.
This time it was you who needed a moment to breathe. In a half-hearted manner, both your hands pushed against his abdomen weakly. You needed air, yes, but you were still consumed by the hunger with which Jason claimed you. The blonde didn’t immediately grant you your wish. No, he practically devoured you with how intensely he was exploring the cavern of your mouth, before he let go of your lips begrudgingly. Only after giving your lower lip a last teasing bite, that is.
You gasped, heaving for air now. Blood had rushed up to your face, as warmth spread over your entire body. Your skin burned with the heat you felt coiling up in your lower stomach. A coppery tang hit your tongue as you realized that Jason had broken skin with his unusual roughness. The sensitive tissue of your bottom lip stung from the bite Jason had granted it, but you didn’t really mind. Still, you exclaimed in surprise, “You bit me!” Jason smirked—almost even chuckling at your genuine shock—before he asked you if it hurt with an undercurrent of concern.
“Well, obviously!” You laughed at his question. He was probably the only man you knew that would ask you this after that. But that’s exactly why you loved him so much. Even when he wasn’t perfectly delicate with you, while indulging in the pleasures you both enjoyed, he always made sure you were alright. Jason put your satisfaction first—a giver at heart. “But… I liked it,” you admitted.
Jason hummed before he gave your lips a soft peck as compensation. You grinned at him happily. He looked so good with your lipgloss smeared all over his mouth.
You felt a quiet sense of possessive pride seeing him so thoroughly marked by your kisses’ stains. Raising a hand, you wiped some of the pigmented product off of him with a delighted snicker.
Your pointer finger lingered on the upwardly curved scar of his top lip. You grazed it gently, before pressing a delicate kiss on it. You adored his scars, always wanting to make sure that he knew you didn’t view them as imperfections. Jason was gorgeous, and his scars only made him look even more beautiful to you. Though admittedly, the story behind this particular scar did crack you up the first time you had heard it.
Jason’s eyes softened, glazing over with pure, unfiltered love for you. “You’re too sweet, my love. Far too sweet.”
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