a/n: thank you so so so much for all the love i received on my last post!!! i am planning to get back into my writing soon, i’m currently getting into the rhythm of balancing out patient and school so the next few fics i’m posting will likely be short until my sessions are eased up and i have more time 💘💘🥹🥹 ew also i hate this little theme i put up there- i couldn’t find the photos i wanted waaaah ;(
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“sweet girl.” percy whispered into your hair as your eyes began to flutter very conspicuously.
“mm?” you managed to force your eyes to his from your throne in his arms.
“you’re tired.” he said for the third time.
“no.” you mumbled, suppressing a yawn.
you had been watching a myriad of cartoon in his bed in cabin 3 at 1:00am after you had finally managed you sneak out of your cabin to see him, bundled up his his lap as you fought sleep.
these moment were rare due to chiron’s strict curfews; 9pm everyone must be in their cabins.
but, of course, this ludicrous rule didn’t apply to a love love yours, hence why you had tumbled out of your window and into his arms.
“yes, you are, sweetheart.” he chuckled as he began to lay back a bit more into the pillow. “you had your eyes shut for the entirety of raven queen speaking to apple white.”
your sleepy brain took a few moments to catch up. “when?” you murmured.
he laughs.
oh, he was beautiful.
“just then.” he started to comb his fingers through your hair, drawing it back in order to begin a braid, knowing you liked your hair protected in sleep.
“oh.” you yawned once more, half delirious from your exhaustion. “wasn’t that blondie?”
give a girl a break! it’s hard being the prettiest girl at camp with the hottest boyfriend.
he let out a small huff of a laugh, trying not jostle you too much as he braided your hair. “no, sweet girl, that was apple white- that’s blondie locks.”
“oh, you’re right.” you giggled quietly as you rest your temple on his jaw, watching the laptop screen.
my goodness, you were tired of you couldn’t tell the difference between those two.
percy tied off your braid with the hair tie he permanently kept on his wrist. “your eyes are closed again.” he whispers.
your eyes snapped p open again. “no they’re not.” you watch the character speak. “see that’s kitty cheshire and that’s c.a. cupid.”
he snickered as he tucked your favourite stuffed animal into your arms. “baby, that’s maddie.”
you tried to open your eyes a little more, only to realise that he was in fact right, it wasn’t kitty cheshire- oh, but come on! they had the same colour schemes didnt they? kind of? “oh.”
“yeah, that’s right oh.” percy chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your brow. “close those pretty eyes and go to sleep.”
“but what about-” you began to mumble, worrying about sneaking back into your cabin before anyone realised, waking up to do your hair and makeup.
“sweet girl.” he cut you off softly yet firmly. “i’ll take care of it, i’ll make sure you don’t get in trouble and that you have enough time to do your beautiful makeup and shiny hair- even though i don’t think you need it.” he reassured gently.
“you will?” you mumbled, lashes already fluttering against your eyelids as you slowly sagged into your boyfriend’s strong arms.
“yes.”
“promise?”
“always, darling girl.” he whisper into your hair.
“mm.” you sighed contently as he shut down the laptop as set it aside, slowly and so so tenderly shifting you to a more comfortable position. “i love you.”
“shhh…” percy spoke into your forehead, praying a kiss there. “i love you more.” he turned off the lamp.
you were drifting off in the strong, protective arms of your boyfriend before you could even have the ‘no, i love you more’ argument.
hii can you write a smut percy fic of like the reader having a nightmare and she crawls into his bed because she was scared and percy makes her feel better?
percy soothes
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a/n: omgomgomg i’m soso happy to be back!! i’m currently in the midst of going through my inbox and beginning drafts so requests are always welcome 💓💓💓
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“baby, baby…” percy murmured as his girlfriend woke him up by curling into his side in cabin 3. “c’mere… w’s the matter?” his voice thick with sleep.
you sniffled and whimpered, draping a thigh over his hips. “s-same dream a-again.” you nuzzled his chest.
“aw, sweet girl.” he whispered into your hair. he knew that dream. the one where percy broke up with you and left. despite how many times you had this nightmare, it never failed to stab you right on the heart. “you came all the way across camp?”
you whined softly and nodded as you clung to him.
he sighed softly and drew the blankets up ober you a little. “shoulda called me, sea bunny.” he murmured ever so softly (that softness only you ever heard) as he smoothed a hand down your thigh.
“m’sorry. knew you’d be s-sleeping…” you fisted his sweats at the waistband, attempting to pull him closer, only to elicit another reaction from your boyfriend.
“f-fuck-” he let out a broken groan and covered your hands with his quickly. “baby- don’t do that please-” he knew now was not the time to be getting a hard on. his fragile, weeping girl in his arms? yeah… not really when you want to be getting aroused.
“sorry…” you mumbled and opted for wrapping your arms around his bare waist.
percy buried his face in your hair and stroked you back and thigh. muttering something suspiciously close to ‘jesus christ…’
he began thinking of anything- anything- to get rid of the raging boner you had given him by the slightest of touches. because damn. you could do anything and percy was raring to go.
“sweetheart.” he mumbled, he voice lower now, wincing slightly. aching. “i’m so so sorry, baby- but you might have to give me a second-”
you cut him off with a firm shake of your head and flattened your front against his. you needed to be close right now.
“h-holy hera, sweet girl.” percy borderline choked. “alright, alright.” he murmured and allowed you to press yourself- specifically your hips- against a certain appendage, that absolutely should not be receiving any pressure right now.
“mm?” you whined softly as you trailed your hand down his bicep to his wrist, bringing his larger hand to your chest.
“baby…” he bit his lip, trying so so hard to resist his urges :(
he allowed you to place his hand on your chest and began circling your sensitive peak with his thumb. “tell me what you need.” he murmured as he pressed his forehead to yours, already breathing raggedly.
you shuddered and mumbled against his lips. “make me feel better.”
“gods of olympus.” percy cursed under his breathe. “you got it. whatever you want, whatever you want.” he muttered, almost dazed with lust, and slipped his other hand under the elastic of your fluffy pyjama pants.
you both lay facing each other as he groaned against your lips, discovering you soaking wet and ready. “oh, gods, babe…” percy muttered as he parted your folds, gathering your wetness, earning a whimper from you.
he traced small, agonisingly slow circles around your clit as your hands found his shoulders, holding on for dear life as his other hand felt on you breast.
“that’s my girl.” he murmured, rewarding you with a faster pace. drawing tight, quicker touches.
as soon as he heard you breathe hitch, he slipped his fingers lower and pressed his two fingers into your entrance, you gasp quietly.
percy was damn good with his hands.
his thumb found that bundle of nerves while his fingers slowly pumped in and out just so, caressing that perfect spot.
“percy…” you mumbled at the slow pace.
“i gotchu, sweet girl.” he kissed the bridge of your nose as he sped up just a little.
percy knew all of your favourite spots:
- those sensitive rosy peaks? already handled.
- clit? thumb was working you.
- inside? already pressing that certain spot.
“mm? like that?” he purred quietly in your ear, raspy. a rapid, eager nod from you. “mhm… thought so. gotta take care of my girl, hm?” your boyfriend nibbled your ear, flicking his tongue in that way that made your pulse jump.
“perce…” you whined again quietly. just a little more.
“i know, baby, i know…” he cooed, both thumbs stroking their respective spots as he curled his fingers in that way.
you gasped. he grinned in the dim light.
“atta girl.” percy pecked your cheekbone as he sped up, thrusting his fingers so much so he felt a cramp forming in his wrist. no matter when it came to making his girl feel good.
“gonna come on my fingers?” he traced his tongue around the shell of your ear, and, god, if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever.
“mhm-” you whined as your back arched and your hips twitched into his divine hands.
he groaned as he felt your clench around his fingers. percy slowed his pace to ride out your orgasm and kissed your cheekbone softly. “so good f’me…” he praised as looked up at him with those post-pleasure eyes.
he slowly, so slowly and gently, slid his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth. and sucked. and licked the taste of you from his fingers. “so sweet.” he whispered.
percy was on his knees looking up at his girl. his gaze was pure desperation and his eyes were swirling with reverence, worshipping the one in front of him.
you grasped at the wall behind you as you sobbed for mercy. you gasped over and over as he sucked on your core as he groaned. vibrating through your body.
“one more- just gimme one more, baby.” he panted against your clit as he grasped at your thighs, kneading the skin there.
“i- i can’t-” you sobbed as tears streamed down your face. you swore your legs would give way soon.
“yes. yes, you can, sweetheart.” percy’s tongue lapped at you, soaking up your last orgasm. “jus’ want one more tha’s it.” he wanted as he coaxed out another sob. that’s what how said the last 2 times just one more.
you cried and he moaned at the sight of you crying. he thrusted his tongue inside you desperately.
“t-too much-” you pleaded as whimpers escaped your lips.
then he sucked harder, determined to draw every ounce of pleasure out of you.
you let out a choked sob.
“that’s it.” percy moaned against your flesh. “cry for me.” he mumbled into your warmth. his eyes practically rolled back when you whimpered. he pat your thigh before squeezing it, tugging you closer to his mouth. his tongue moved in deliberate, fast motions. he knew exactly how you liked it.
you grasped at the poseidon cabin walls as you head fell back against it with a thump.
he chuckled against you at your reactions; that didn’t help your state whatsoever.
you shook you head vehemently. “i can’t-” you gasped as he pressed closer. “percy-” you cried.
“you can and you will.” he slowed down before speeding back up again. his tone wasn’t unkind, just too greedy.
and then he sucked again and you thought- no this time your legs actually did give way. you literally crumbled as he sent you over the edge.
percy surged up words, his demigod reflexes wrapping his arms around you waist to keep you upright. he took in the look on your face. all watery eyes and flushed cheeks as you panted.
he kissed away your tears as he murmured sweet words and gathered you into his arms, bundling you up against his chest as i drew you into the bed.
he pressed kisses to your forehead and temples as you came down. carding his fingers through your hair, hus other hand soothing your back.
“atta girl.” percy praised against your temple. “i’ve got you.” one hand began to slide up and down you side.
reader discovering Percy whimpers.. yk who this is but innocent until proven guilty 😔
percy’s secret
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summary: reader and percy do a little more than making out and she discovers someyjing about percy 🤭
a/n: hehehe he so whimpers- he’s definitely all talk but as soon as his girl touches him, percy is whining. absolutely. also not proofread (like ever).
warnings: percy being hot, oral sex (m receiving), dry humping, praise kink??
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“baby…” percy murmured into your mouth as the two of you grasped at each other and kissed.
it was just meant to be a regular day of hanging out with your boyfriend. but of course, percy wanted to kiss you, and one thing led to another you ended up making out on the couch and dragging percy to his bedroom. now here you were, him pressed up against the wall, his arms like iron bands around your waist as his hands explored your back and you held his face.
“mhm?” you hummed softly in response, the kiss was heated and desperate (on both ends- maybe more so percy).
your boyfriend didn’t respond, he only guided the two of you to the edge of his bed where he pulled you to straddle him. he immediately groaned at the sensation of your body on top of him.
percy and you liked to make out. a lot. however, you had both always, for whatever reason, been to nervous to go and farther than just kissing. thus this would generally be the point when you would stop progressing and simply kiss.
well, it seemed he wasn’t so satisfied with that prospect this time, because as his tongue delved into your mouth, percy’s hands gripped your hips and he began pulling you against him, provoking a sharp yet quiet exhale from his lips as his kiss faltered for a mere moment.
and so did yours. your lips stopped moving for a moment at the feeling of him grinding you against him. your hands tightened in his hair and the room was filled with the sounds of you and him panting.
“i’m sorry.” percy mumbled, seemingly coming back to himself and realizing what he was doing. he stopped his motions.
“what for?” you whispered as your fingers carded through his hair.
“that was… uncalled for.” he gave your hips a squeeze, percy’s cheeks were pink with embarrassment?
“no,” you shut him down. “no, i- keep going.” you murmured back and shifted against him a little, earning a small gasp from percy. “i like it.”
his hands gripped your hips, he cheeks even more pink. his lips slowly found yours again, this time moving a little more languid. percy pulled you back and forth, so achingly slow, against his growing hardness in his baggy jeans. he made a small sound against your tongue you’re not quite sure you heard, so you brush it off.
you were both breathing more heavily a few minutes later and the kiss had grown open mouthed as you ground your own hips to meet percy’s movements.
a few seconds later, your lips had a mind of their own and you began pressing your lips to his jaw, then the underside of his jaw, then his neck. percy bit his lips as if to stop and noises slipping out.
you dragged your teeth gently along his pulse point, leaving red marks everywhere you went, sucking on certain spots. making your claim.
percy’s brows pinched together as he let out a rather whiny sigh and his head fell back. he pulled you even harder against his growing tent and a hand fisted the back of your shirt.
you lips kissed their way back up to his own and you took his mouth deeply before your hands found his chest and your head dipped to kiss his bobbing adam’s apple.
then you kissed lower. you kissed the base of his throat, the part of his collarbone poking out of the top of his shirt. your hands slipped beneath the hem of the fabric, prompting percy to suck in a breath.
then, to percy’s surprise, you prized yourself from his lap as your hands mapped out his abs and waist. then you sunk to your knees between his legs and your boyfriend could hardly stop himself from gasping.
“sweetheart- you don’t have to do that-” he spoke fast and breathy as your hands found his thighs and you liked up at him through those pretty lashes.
“i want to.” your voice was soft and certain. “is this okay?” your fingertips nimbly began to reach for his zipper.
percy nearly laughed and he brushed your hair out of your face. “yes- definitely.” he nodded eagerly as you tugged at those raggedy jeans and one of his hands wrapped around your hair, gently, not forcing.
you smiled gently before pulling the denim down his knees. your cheeks were slightly flustered, like percy’s. you slipped your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and slipped them down, revealing his length.
percy bit his lip as he watched you. you reached out and took him in your delicate hand. he inhaled sharply, his hand momentarily tightening in your hair before loosening. you glanced up at him, carefully beginning to stroke him.
his hair all mussed and disheveled from the nights earlier happenings and those pretty pink lips and cheeks, had percy a sight for sore eyes. he swallowed hard as you touched him so deliciously.
then, you leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the tip.
and percy whimpered.
your eyes immediately snapped up to him at that sound and he instantly flushed. yet you kept going. sliding your hand up and down him.
“does this feel good?” you asked so sweetly and sincerely as you gazed up at him.
percy only nodded, probably trying not to make another pathetic sound. at that, you felt a little more emboldened.
“you look good like this.” you spoke from your knees before him, he met your eyes and wet his lips.
it was stark contrast seeing percy so… quiet. no witty comments, no snark, just him completely melting the moment you laid a finger on his sensitive skin.
thus you inclined your head and dragged your tongue up the side of his member, running over tender veins, coaxing another whimper from your boyfriend, this time a little more, well, pitiful. he looked pretty pathetic! definitely hot though, i mean, like, come on.
“sweet girl.” percy pleaded, his brows furrowing in desperation.
“angel.” you responded with a certain affection reserved for him.
“please.”
with that, you slowly took him in your mouth and a whine slipped from percy’s pouty, pink lips. your head slowly bobbed up and down as percy leaned back on one of his hands and moaned.
thank the gods sally wasn’t home.
“gods above, you feel so good.” he muttered a quiet praise, carding his fingers through your hair.
when you take him deeper, percy is reduced to meagre whimpers and moans. if you knew this was all it took to shut him up, you would have done it sooner.
a few seconds later you removed your mouth from him with a lewd, wet sound and your hand replaced it, sliding up and down with a little more pressure.
percy could barely hold in those sounds anymore as you unravelled him with so little effort on your part.
“you sound so whiny.” you noted quietly, you couldnt suppress the little smirk tugging at your lips as you studied his every reaction. you had never taken percy as one to whimper, because, yes, you had imagined what he might sound like.
percy tried to roll his eyes in annoyance as your cheeky comment but his eyelids just ended up fluttering shut with a small soft noise.
“so pretty.” you murmured ever so quietly, earning a whimper from the son of poseidon and deeper shade of pink of his cheeks.
oh?
interesting.
“so handsome.” you praised you kissed the side of his hardness. percy moaned quietly at the words and his hips twitched slightly.
your hand sped up now, occasionally licking the throbbing tip.
carefully testing the waters you asked, “have you ever done this before? had a girl touch you like this?” you murmured gently, no teasing.
he shook his head.
“i’ve never done this before either.” you whispered softly as you touched him. then, you experimentally added, “you’re doing so good.”
percy was absolutely whimpering.
now you knew you had your suspicions confirmed for sure and with a grin you took him in your mouth once more, taking the entire length with the occasional sound from your throat.
“pretty girl.” percy murmured.
you hummed.
“gods- i’m-” he bit his lip with a quiet groan. “i’m close.” so you gave his thigh a little squeeze, communicating to him that was okay. with a whimper, percy’s head fell back and he was a panting mess.
you sped up, ensuring your teeth don’t scrape him. oh, you would be teasing him forever for those whimpers.
mere moments later, percy moaned your name desperately and he finished in your mouth. he stroked your hair as he caught his breath.
you pulled away and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, watching him.
“oh, baby…” he mumbled as his eyes opened into half lidded slits. he swallowed. “that was…” he continued to stroke your hair, breathing heavily. “amazing. c’mere.”
percy pulled up his boxers and jeans, not bothering to zip or buckle them up, before pulling you to sit on his knee. he wrapped an arm around your waist and cupped your face to steal a gentle kiss from your lips then pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.
“my sweet girl.” he murmured against your forehead. you giggled softly. “how about i show you how thankful i am for you?” percy’s hand slipped from your face to your hair.
it was as percy watched your pupils dilate, as he uttered the words “good girl” as a joke, that he realised your little desire.
you had passed him a shirt upon request in his cabin as he tidied up. you cleared your throat when you heard those two syllables, willing the heat in your cheeks to please, oh, please go away.
your boyfriend studied you for a few moments in the charged silence, a curious look on his face- for a moment you almost believed he looked repelled- but then a corner of his mouth twitched up as he took a few tantalising steps forward.
“yeah?” percy mumbled as he wet his lips, one eyebrow raised slightly.
you were lost for words as your mind went blank. what he enjoying this? your lips parted and you simply stared at him.
“c’mon, tell me, you like that?” the son of poseidon’s smirk was beginning to grow into a grin now.
oh, yes, he was enjoying this.
“i…” you attempted a little chuckle- a feeble one. “well… uhm…” you trailed off.
percy made a sound of oh-so-very thoughtful consideration, as if contemplating if he would tease you or give you what you wanted. i won’t spoil it for you.
he bit his lip and a calloused hand came up to your chin, silently ordering you to look up at him. and you obeyed! anything to please your dear boyfriend!
“so pretty…” your boyfriend leaned in with a small mumble, pupils blown. you knew that look anywhere, and you knew what happened now.
“dirty girl.” percy chuckled as he pulled away, fingertips still tilting your head up, watching the expression on your face as you leaned in only for him to deny you and lean back.
“tsk tsk tsk.” his grin was devilish now. “think m’gonna make you work for it, sweet girl. make you earn it like a good girl, hm?” thumb stroking your chin.
you hesitated- what if he was just messing with you! but, then again, percy was hot.
“mhm.” you nodded, just slightly, trying not to seem too eager (but your eyes gaze you away.)
“mhm?” percy mimicked you incredulously and almost mockingly. “that it?”
“i don’t… uhm…” you mumbled your words, it was as if all logic had just floated off at the very welcome arrival of percy’s new tone.
“you don’t what?” percy shook his head and cupped your jaw now, a little firmer. “can’t you talk?” he smirked as he picked on you.
“i don’t know…” your brows furrowed just slightly. turned on or desperately helpless? i mean, they aren’t mutually exclusive, right?
“you don’t know?” percy sighed as he turned your head up more, somewhat with strength. “you just nodded and now you don’t know?” the baring of his teeth was borderline predatory. smiling.
he gave you a moment to think.
“anything even going on in that pretty little head of yours?” percy tapped your cheek, strong enough to surprise you a little.
you swallowed, throat bobbing. your cheeks flushed. the word: nope! was practically stamped on you stared at him with big eyes.
“think someone needs a little help, don’t they?” he cooed. mischief was clearly running rampant in his eyes as the colours of the untamed ocean swam. he knew there would be no answer from you to that, thusly he exhaled and took control.
“m’gonna need a little permission here, baby.” percy sighed as if it pained him. silence. you wanted to speak- but it wasn’t happening! he raised a brow at this, you liked his dominance this much? “if you want me to touch you, nod your head, give me something.” he groaned.
you nodded in an instant.
percy let out a breath in relief and muttered something like ‘thank the gods’ before he sank to his knees and began to unbutton your jeans. you gasped.
your jeans were pooled at your ankles in the blink of an eye due to percy’s prowess regarding the removal of your clothes.
you could feel his breath on your panties and thighs as you all to eagerly kicked away your jeans. then percy grinned up at you through his lashes. did nothing else. just watched you and that probably very wanting look on your face. you looked so expectant and he absolutely revelled in it.
then he stood up. he was up to something. your boyfriend nodded his head to the floor. he was beginning to say “on your knees” but he only got a syllable and a half in before your knees were pressed to the wood and your hands were on his buckle, the epitome of ‘eager to please.’
percy placed a hand over his belt and shook his head with an evilly amused smile. “not yet.”
what was that supposed to mean. he observed you for a moment or so, what felt like an hour to you as your silly little heart pitter-pattered too fast.
“beg.”
what!!!!!
your eyes widened as you blinked hard. huh. but he was the one about get blown! you? beg? pfffft. uhm, yeah.
“please.” you managed (woohoo!) weakly, brows pinching together with need.
“pathetic.” percy shook his head once more. “since i love you, i’ll let you try again, sweetheart.” he nodded, directing you to try and plead for his dick to his standard.
“please, l-let me please you.” you mumbled out, hands trying at his buckle once more- he stops you, grip on his belt tightening.
“do you even want to touch me, sweet girl?” percy asked, frowning all too convincingly.
“y-yes! of course i do!” you said frantically.
“then ask nicely. tell me what you want. properly.” percy sighed as if you were wasting his time. well that just wouldn’t do.
“please-” you pried at his hands. “i want you in my mouth- i want to make you feel good!” you grew breathless as he continued to reject the advances of your hands despite his growing bulge.
the grin was back.
“gods, you really are a slut, huh?” a hand found your hair as he stopped guarding his belt, guiding your face to the denim conversing his length while your hands moved fast, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping, tugging until his jeans were gone and your fingers were slipping beneath his waistband.
you had never been more turned on in your life and he hadn’t even touched you yet.
then his boxers were gone and your hands were on him and, with an almost pornographic whimper, you licked the tip before he could make you beg again.
percy groaned in response and his grip tightened in your hair. “fuckk…” he hissed as he gritted his teeth and your tongue tasted every inch of him. he pushed your head just a little. “such a fuckin’ whore.” your boyfriend muttered as his head fell back and a dampness grew between your legs.
you took him in your mouth completely, hungry to swallow him. percy groaned and mumbled your name as he shook his head. “so good f’me, hm?” he bit back a whimper in favour of a moan.
“mhm.” you nodded as your head bobbed back and forth and percy fisted your hair almost painfully. the vibrations on your little hum sent electricity throughout him and you’re convinced you hear him whimper.
percy was almost out of his depth here with all this degrading dirty talk- he loved his sweet girl, but, gods of olympus, was it hot to see you responding like this. he would call you a dirty whore all day if it meant you got off. only if you liked it of course. (he would wash your hair for you later and whisper sweet nothings in your ear later.)
“fuck, get up.” percy tugged at your hair ever so slightly.
what? why did he want you to stop?
you kept going.
he tugged hair enough for his dick to fall out of your mouth and saliva to drip down your chin, you wipe it off with the back of your hand.
“y’hear me? told you to get up, didn’t i?” percy stroked you hair for a moment before pulling on it again, forcing you to stand up. “think you need a lesson in how to listen, don’t you, baby?” he shook his head as he studied your rosy cheeks, swollen lips, and little breathless pants.
“y’want me to touch you?” your boyfriend’s fingers were suddenly pulling down your panties deftly and gliding through your wetness. “all this for me? tsk. dirty lil’ thing.” he muttered, shaking his head.
one of your hands then grasped his bicep on the arm of the hand not touching you. you gasped as he began to caress you firmer.
“this good enough? or you want somethin’ else?” percy mocked as your gaze flickered down to his hard member.
“yes.” you whimpered pathetically.
“yes? this is good enough?” he pressed your clit and you tensed up.
“no- want you- inside of me.” you muttered out quickly, clawing at his muscles.
“thought so.” percy muttered as he guided you to his bunk. “all fours f’me?” he spun you around and trailed his fingertips down your spine, and, oh, did you obey. percy positioned himself behind you on the bed.
“good girl.” you could hear the satisfied smirk in his words. his touch grew bolder as you felt him rub the head of his length through your folds. at at that, you no longer trusted your wobbly arms, you settled on your elbows instead, back arching. you heard percy mutter something suspiciously like: “i’m going to hell.” at the sight of you.
then he slipped into you with practiced ease- but honestly? one could credit how wet you were for his words for how easy it was for him to bury himself completely inside of you.
“oh, baby…” percy began to push in and out. one hand on your hip, the other pressing down your back, pushing your chest to the bed as you stretched out your arms with a lewd moan.
it wasn’t long before his pace grew punishing and hard- nearly to much to handle and you were beginning to cry out and moan.
“can’t you take it?” percy muttered, a little preoccupied. “fuck, quit squeezing me or m’gonna come right now.” his nails dug into the flesh on you hip.
“percy.” you whined as your cheek pressed to the pillow.
“told you to stop that.” percy grit his teeth. pounding hard. “gonna have to teach you a lesson.” he grunted as his hand slid down your back to your hair, pushing your down into the plush material.
“percy!” you began to arch and cry his name as you approached your climax.
“jesus christ, you never fucking listen.” percy was slamming into you now as your hands fisted the sheets, knuckles turning white- as did his on your hip and hair.
you finished as percy continued his relentless assault of your hole. he muttered half to himself half to you while he focused on trying not to come.
“hm? you gonna take it like a good girl?” he grunted as your cunt throbbed and spasmed around him. “jesus fuck.”
you nodded stupidly into the pillow as tears of overstimulation and pleasure began to streak your face.
“mercy…” he groaned at the sight of you. beautiful is what he saw. completely awe-inspiring, the sight of you like this. “ah- gonna come.” percy mumbled a little pathetically as he trembled and collapsed forward on top of you, sweaty and skin to skin.
the air was filled with the sounds of breath being caught and sheets rustling as you released them.
percy pulled out of you and tenderly kiss the nape of your neck before he took great care in helping you into a more comfortable position, on you back. he smoothed out your hair and wiped your tears.
“all good?” his voice was barely over a whisper as he pressed a lingering, loving kiss to your hairline.
“mhm.” you nodded sweetly and smiled.
“you wanna shower?” he mumbled softly against your forehead, stroking your cheek with one hand, the other continued to tame your hair.
your lips parted as you tilted your head to the side, you watched as the veins in his arms twisted around those biceps…
his forearms,
his hands.
the hands wrapped around riptide as he practiced his swordplay. the hands you wanted wrapped around your waist, your wrists, your neck.
percy caught this- despite his obliviousness- and played into it. grunting every so often and flexing with every thrust. every nerve ending in your body lit on fire at the sight.
after some time, percy took matters into his own hands and soon you were beneath him in cabin 3. his hands groped your breasts, trailed down your waist and gripped your hips with a certain ardency as he continued to fuck you into the mattress.
you gasped as you felt his hands all over you. his strong hands. percy read you like a book and smirked.
“my hands? is that it, sweet girl?” percy groaned as his hands traveled up your rib cage, along your shoulders, and all the way up your arms to your wrists. pinning them down with that son of poseidon strength.
the room filled with lewd sounds and breathless noises as your boyfriend kept up his relentless pace pistoning into you.
“hm?” percy prompted, already knowing the answer.
“yes.” you whimpered as he restrained you. your mind filled with dirty images of his hands taking what they wanted from you. choking you. touching you. pleasing you.
“like this?” his grip on your smaller wrists tightened as he focused. “or like this?” percy then held both of your wrists in one hand, constraining them, as the fingers of his other tentatively wrap around your neck.
you gasped and your walls tightened around him.
percy let out a shaky groan. “i’ll take that as a yes.” his calloused hand tightened around your throat. not enough to cut off your air, but enough to have you aching for more.
“dirty girl.” percy mumbled with a grin. he leaned down and pressed an all too gentle for what he was doing kiss to your lips. “never knew you were so naughty.” he chuckled against your mouth in amusement.
“ah-” you moaned as your eyes fluttered shut (or rolled back- maybe both), beginning to reach your climax.
“gods, you’re so fucking beautiful…” percy pounded harder, his own face betraying his own approach to ecstasy. he clearly, too, found it incredibly attractive and sexy how much you liked his hands.
you squirmed, his grip on your wrists grew, you arched your back, he pressed the back of your head into the pillow by the neck, you cried his name, he whimpered yours.
mmmmm percy jackson with rbf who lights up when he sees you mmmmmm
percy’s ray of sunshine
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summary: pretty much just how percy completely adores his girl
a/n: mmmmmm yes (super short, just a little drabble) (never proofread lmao) also call me a poet because damn
warnings: none!! cutecutecute
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percy was the sweetest, don’t get me wrong. but sometimes- what with the whole intimidating, son of poseidon, hero thing- he would look a little… ‘bitchy’ at times (quote: will solace and nico di angelo).
he didn’t mean to! honest! he had the most loyal and respectful (most of the time) of hearts, but that never seemed to show on his face.
that was until you showed up and illuminated his world.
oh, his entire face lit up the moment he saw you emerge from your cabin- because he woke up early for you every morning just to see you. even when he had nothing to do.
when he would be in the training area, practicing his with his sword, most of the little kids would run off due to the, quote, ‘scowl’ on his face. but when you arrived? with that smile so lovely it could brighten an entire room? percy simply melted as he abandoned his sword and let a big grin break across his face. immediately, the younger demigods would remember percy’s nature and find themselves gravitating back to the pair of you.
percy could have simply been sitting at the docks, the look of what one might discern to be disdain, as he gazed out onto the rippling water before him. when his sweet girl would come jogging up to bring that big, impish grin everyone knew back onto his handsome face.
“hello, my pretty girl.” percy’s face would light up as he took you in his arms, pulling you to sit down beside him and to tuck you into his side where he could cherish you like he ought (and sought) to.
“hi.” you giggled as you snuggled closer into your boyfriends warmth, the faint smell of the ocean air and something so him emanated from him and he filled your senses.
“so pretty.” percy would mumble into your hair as he peppered kisses all over the top of your head. inhaling the scent of you.
“shut up.” you’d murmur as you brought yourself closer to him, tucking in your knees.
“mmm, never.” percy would chuckle as he nuzzled your hair and squeezed you.
on other occasions, percy might have just been hanging out with annabeth and grover. due to his adhd he would be zoned out, staring off into the distance. other campers would give him looks, why was this demigod frowning so? but they had grown accustomed to his resting face by now. and also to the smile that you would bring back.
you would sit yourself down directly in front of him and watch percy come back to himself- snap out of it so to speak- and observe the way his whole being would soften and turn to face his sun. you.
“sweet girl.” he’d murmur reverently as an adoring smile tugged at the corners of his lips. dimples.
“sea creature.” you responded and leaned into to kiss his nose.
