“ r-o-c-k me ”
leo valdez x dionysus!reader
⚠️ p in v, swearing
i love writing smut
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The party was booming. It was hosted by the Dionysus cabin, so of course it would be. Everyone was out drinking and dancing, but here you were. Where you always wound up at these parties.
Leo’s lips on your neck, his hands on your hips, while you nearly banged your head against behind you. As he sucked on your neck, leaving marks, your arms tightened around his shoulders.
“Leo, we need,” you tried to be reasonable, you really did, “to get, back,” but it’s really hard, “to the party.” Although it’s hard to do what your brain knows you should when he’s pulling your hips harder and harder against his.
He left a few pecks, “I know,” he moved up to hold eye contact with you, “but do you want to, mi amor?”
You whimpered under his sugar brown eyes, “no.”
He smiled so wide in the reveal of his canines, “me neither.”
Your leg draped around his waist, causing your skirt to hitch up. Now the only thing holding you together was the cotton white panties you had chosen. The buckle of his belt was dangerously igniting a flame agost you.
His abuse of your neck continued while his fingers lingered up your shirt. When his hands collided with fabric, he groaned.
“Bra?”
“This shirt is thin, I wasn't going braless,” you responded.
“For me?” He pouted with puppy dog eyes.
You laughed, “you're a big boy, you can do it.”
He smirked, “big boy.”
“You know what I mean, loser.”
He begrudgingly found the clasp and with a few missed attempts, it was finally sliding off of your body through your sleeve.
“Fuck, I love when you do that,” he muttered, pulling you in to press your lips together again.
You, however, reached down to begin undoing his belt. Which made you slightly understand his struggle with the bra. Alas, you got it undone as you pulled away from the kiss.
“Fuck me,” you whispered, “fast.”
He nodded, “yeah, fuck, yes.” He began sliding your panties down your leg, with your help of awkwardly maneuvering your legs. He tried to pocket them, but you grabbed them, proceeding to shove them in his mouth.
“You get noisy.”
He mumbled something along the lines of “you're going to kill me.”
You just smiled, finishing the task of unzipping his pants and pulling them down just enough so you could pull out his dick from his boxers.
You brushed your fingers along the flesh through the fabric, earning a gasp out of the boy. He spat the fabric out of his mouth and leaned his forehead against yours.
“Don't do this to me,” he whined as his hips bucked from your touch.
You smirked, looking up at him, “well, only if you ask nicely.”
His eyebrows pinched together, “please, mi amor.”
You pulled down his boxers, his hardon jumping out at you. His freehand reached down to press the tip at your entrance.
“Tell me when,”
“Now.”
He obliged, slowly interesting himself into you. You bit your lip to hide any sounds of relief but he deeply sighed when he finally bottomed out. For just a second, everything was still. Just two bodies acting as one as breaths of air were shared. He leaned down his head to press a few kisses on your neck, just then you whispered right into his ear, “go,” as you took his earlobe between your teeth.
He commanded, much like a dog. He pulled out of you nearly all the way before pushing himself back in. Your head involuntarily threw back against the wall as quiet winces made their way out of your mouth.
He slowly repeated the action a few times, until you finally looked at him and said, “if you don't speed up, I’m going to kill you.”
And there he went. The sounds produced were so, well, lewd. The quiet sighs and groans mixed with the squelching sounds of your dripping hole. It was doing all the more to bring your orgasm closer.
With every thrust, you could feel his balls slap by the bottom of your ass, reminding you how you wanted to feel every inch of him. You tighten your grip on him, you lean down against his shoulder, biting his skin.
He groaned at the pain but didn't say much as you quickly ran your tongue over the mark.
“I’m close, baby,” he mumbled, his rutting turning messy.
“Me too,” you whispered between hasps. You reached one of your hands down to toy with your clit, only getting you even closer.
“I’m gonna,”
“Inside.”
“What?”
“Inside, I wanna feel you cum in me,” you spoke, your haze of lust overfilling any sensical thought.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, please,” you begged, “Leo, please.”
With just a couple more messy thrusts, you felt the warm liquid fill your hole.
“Fuck, Leo,” you quickened the pace on your clit as he fucked you all through his high, making sure you were to finish. With your eyes pinched shut, and his name falling from your lips like you were chanting a curse, you felt yourself release.
Your sweaty bodies clung together as the toe of you tried to catch your breaths. You felt a twitch inside you, realizing he was still in there. You let out a whimper from how sensitive you were as he finally pulled out.
He watched as your mixed juices dripped down out of your hole, little droplets landing on the hardwood floor. “That's so hot.”
You giggled, pulling him close to you again.
“Should we get back?”
You shrugged, “I don't think anyone would miss us if we were gone for another twenty minutes
