hi, could you do a leo valdez x fem!reader smut where she's distracting him while he's gaming (leo's got a secret gaming room in bunker 9). after a while, he gets annoyed and teases her while she's sitting on his lap. the leo valdez x fem!reader smut drought is killing me. </3
Ofc!
All Fun and Games
Leo Valdez x Reader
Warnings: smut, teasing, cock warming, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (please be safe irl, this is fictional), overstimulation, not proofread
Summary: You put Leo’s ADHD attention span to the ultimate test
You had originally been playing with Leo, but you had long since lost interest in the game. You didn’t quite understand how it worked and you tried to pay attention because it was something he liked to do, but every part of your brain told you that you could just learn tomorrow. You had a long day and to be completely honest, you were just far enough out from your period that your hormones were driving you insane. Leo was simply minding his business and existing right now, and all you wanted to do was ride him into next week.
You sat out of the next round and watched Leo concentrate on the game. He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth as he worked through the level and you thought you should probably take a cold shower and possibly visit a church for some holy water even though you were the daughter of a Greek God. But, it wasn’t your fault Leo was so damn hot. You inched your way closer and closer to Leo which he didn’t mind at all. Leo leaned into all of the love languages because he rarely got shown love growing up after his mother passed away, so any form of love was special to him, but physical touch was a big one for him. Leo wanted to constantly be touching you in some way, so he actually welcomed your body against his as he gamed without really looking up. Leo had never once pushed you away. Even when Leo was sick and miserable and didn’t want anyone near him, you were the exception, he always wanted you near, especially when he wasn’t feeling well. The game he was playing ended when his character died, which you thought was ironic. His break from a world of wars and battles was playing a character in a game doing the same stuff. Unfortunately for you, Leo helped save the real world so he was pretty damn good at saving the fake ones too. He was no where near the end though and you wanted him so badly.
“Leooo,” you whined burying your face in his shirt, “why are you so good at this?”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it with practice, I’ll teach you.” Leo said, completely oblivious to how much you wanted him and what you had meant by that. You wanted him to be done.
You sighed and climbed onto his lap, wrapped your legs around his waist, and let your head rest on his shoulder. You knew he was really good at this and he deserved some down time after all of the hard work he did, so you would settle for holding him as close as humanely possible. Both of you had ADHD though so this was a test of both of your abilities to focus, but mostly Leo’s. After about a minute of not bothering him, you started playing with his curls and absentmindedly twirling individual curls around your fingers.
“Mi amor.” Leo warned, drawing in a sharp breath.
You grinned, realized what was happening. Your hands almost always went straight to Leo’s hair when things got heated and some of the loudest moans poured from his lips when you tugged on his curls.
“What’s wrong?” You teased tugging lightly on a few of his curls at the back of his head.
“Please,” Leo begged, “I’m going to get ambushed and die.”
“I know CPR.” You whispered brushing your lips across his forehead.
“Y/n!” Leo whined.
“Can’t you take a little break?”
“This game doesn’t pause, after this round.”
You sighed, but accepted that answer and behaved all of about thirty seconds before shifting to get more comfortable and gasping when you felt Leo’s zipper through the thin material of your panties since you wore a skirt. Slowly, you rocked your hips again, and again the zipper sent jolts of pleasure from your cunt to all of your nerves. The third time you rolled your hips Leo noticed and groaned. You felt him hardening beneath you and you grinned.
“Amor.”
“I need you so bad.” You murmured, “Please.”
Leo was frustrated, but he was still a human being and when a he had his hot girlfriend sitting on his lap pleading for his cock it only made his pants tighter. Leo hid his character in an abandoned building and turned to push you off his lap slightly. Leo quickly undid his pants and pushed his boxers out of the way just enough to free his cock that had already started dripping with precum.
“Take your panties off.” Leo ordered. You had never listened to an order quicker and soon your panties were thrown aside as Leo put his hands on your hips pulling your skirt up higher on your waist. “Now listen for once and sit on my cock.”
Leo’s tip pushed through your folds and slowly you began to lower yourself down until you were fully seated on his cock. You both moaned and after a few seconds you raised your hips up and sunk back down until his tip was pressed against your cervix again filling you so well you wanted to cry. You were going to repeat the action and pick up your pace when Leo’s hands on your hips stopped you.
“Ah—uh,” Leo scolded, “you get a taste of what it will feel like if you’re a good girl, but for now you will sit on my cock and you won’t move until I finish up this round and tell you that you can move.”
“But Leo—“
“Shh,” Leo said giving you one singular rough thrust, “if you’re a good girl and I don’t die because of you, I’ll flip us over and fuck that pretty little cunt into the mattress so hard you’ll forget what it feels like to not have me buried inside of you. Now behave.”
His words only made you want him more, but you didn’t dare move as he resumed his game, desperately wanting him to keep up his end of the deal. As he played, if his body tensed, you felt his cock twitch and he felt your cunt squeeze in response leading to stifled moans from both of you. Leo had less of an attention span than most demigods, but he seemed to become razor focused when it came to teasing you.
Just when you were starting to accept your fate and relax into his arms, Leo gave one singular rough thrust. You gasped and dug your nails into his biceps with a loud whine as he laughed.
“You’re a dick.” You growled, using all of your self control to keep yourself from just letting him die in his game and riding him until he was a moaning mess beneath you.
“I thought you loved my dick, amor, but if that’s not what you want I can take it back—“
“Move and I’ll have Harley and Nyssa help me super glue your Snap On tools to the floor.” You hissed.
Leo faked hurt and laughed as he went back to his game. Finally after what felt like centuries in the deepest pit of Tartarus, the game ended. Before you could even think about moving he grabbed your hips and pulled you off of him.
“Leo Valdez!” You hissed, frustrated with the sudden feeling of emptiness.
“Patience, amor.”
Leo slowly pushed you to lie down on the bed and pushed your skirt farther up on your waist. Leo took his sweet time pushing your knees apart and slotting himself between your legs. As he kissed you, you could feel his cock brushing your inner thighs, still wet with your arousal. His hands were warm and roamed your body hungrily, knowing exactly where to linger, squeeze, and caress to make you sigh. Finally, with your legs wrapped around his waist and he slid back into your dripping cunt.
“You were made for me, amor.” Leo groaned as he pushed deeper and deeper.
“Maybe you should have realized that fifteen minutes ago.” You grumbled.
“I’ll make it up to you, amor.” Leo said grinning as he pinned your wrists above your head.
Before you could come up with some sort of remark, Leo pulled almost all of the way back out and snapped his hips right back into yours. You pressed your head back into the pillow and moaned as your fingers desperately scratched at his back. Leo placed sloppy kisses everywhere his lips could reach as he kept up his brutal pace. If you weren’t so distracted by the feeling of his cock stretching you out and his tip probably bruising your cervix at this point you probably would’ve noticed the absolutely sinful noises. The sound of skin slapping, your wet cunt, and your moans that seemed to answer each other and get more desperate with every thrust filled the room. He was trying to maintain some semblance of total dominance, but he was practically whimpering at the feeling of you squeezing him. Leo dipped his face to rest in the crook of your neck where he attached his lips to your skin and whimpered. You let one hand tangle itself in his curls and tugged gently.
Warmth was pooling in your abdomen and it felt as if a rubber band was about to snap, you were so so so close and Leo knew it. Leo reached between your bodies and used his calloused thumb to circle your clit.
“Are you finally going to be a good girl and cum for me sweet girl?” Leo asked, voice low and husky.
“Please.” You moaned, not sure what you were even pleading for.
It wasn’t much longer before pleasure burned through every single nerve in your body. Leo didn’t stop though, he kept up his pace and only slowed down when you started getting overstimulated. Tears of pleasure and overstimulation streamed down your face. Leo slowed down, but he didn’t stop. He just slowly rutted his hips into yours and the pleasure was almost too much. Both of your hands grabbed Leo’s curls and you pulled his face to yours. You kissed him sloppily, barely able to concentrate.
“Pretty girl.” Leo whispered.
He was so deep and going so slow that you felt the pleasure in your very core and spine. Leo held you close to him and repeatedly told you how much he loved you.
“Oh, fuck.” You groaned letting your head fall back.
Leo took the opportunity to graze his teeth along your throat and smooth over the little bites with his tongue.
“I—I’m going to cum again.” You said, arching your back impossibly higher off the mattress.
“Let go, I’m right behind you.”
You finished for the second time and every feeling was more elevated than before. The feeling of him finishing with you was something you never wanted to lose.
“Good girl.” Leo whispered, thrusting a few more times to push his cum even deeper inside of you.
When both of you were finally coming back into reality, Leo stopped rutting his hips into yours, but he did not pull out. Instead, he collapsed on top of you putting most of his weight on you. He peppered kisses all over your face and whispered soft praises.
“I need to distract you from your games more often.” You finally sighed.
Do you ever think about Leo being the son of the god literally disowned by Hera, the very same goddess that has Jason as her favourite, her hero and no matter how you spin it Leo and Jason will always be tragic, from their very origins until their ends
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝓛.𝐄𝐎 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐙 : It's so hot, I mean you are hot !
♡. 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐬 : 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 metaphorically— 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 he’s offended by the idea of using some air conditioning.
The first time you try to cuddle in July, it lasts a solid minute.
“Okay,” you gasp, peeling off his chest, “are you trying to kill me?”
“I'm a comfortable seventy-eight degrees of boyfriend perfection,” he says defensively, but grinning. His skin is warm under your palm— 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 that’s 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 you’re dating because the next night there’s a contraption spread across his bunk. It looks like a cross between a quilt and a duvet.
“I made you something,” he says with proud eyes.
It’s 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 just… disappears. The air around you feels crisp, like being under the shade of a tree.
You blink up at him. “You made air conditioning into a cuddle?”
He shrugs, his cheeks going the faintest red. “I refuse to be the reason my favorite person suffers heatstroke.”
And then you curl into him.
His warmth doesn’t smother you anymore. It seeps in balanced by the blanket’s 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 this—this—is what he’s been waiting for.
It's not a secret that Leo loves physical affection, but he loves fixing things more. And if the “thing” 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 “experimenting.”
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 don’t 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.
“You’re smug about this, aren’t you?” you murmur against his collarbone.
“Maybe,” he says, voice thick with sleep. “I’m premium heating for you...”
Your cold toes tuck against his calves and he yelps— but he doesn’t move away, just gives you a little pout.
Whether it’s building something to keep you cool in July or just holding you close in December, Leo will always make sure you’re comfortable.
Even if it means inventing climate-controlled cuddling.
Especially if it means he gets to keep you right in his arms.
Leo accidentally let slip that Pluto is technically not a planet anymore. Frank is comforting a crying Hazel while Nico is out for blood. You better fucking hide, Valdez.
