May I ask for 40 with Hades x Percy? 😍 (Or Ares x Percy)
40. "When I said 'fuck me,' I didn't mean it literally"
"Well, fuck me," Percy says when he opens his apartment door to find Hades of all people standing in front of him. "What do you want?"
To his credit, Hades doesn't smite him. But he blinks down at Percy and his brows furrow together in a way that reminds Percy of Nico. "I needed your assistance."
"Needed," Percy says, frowning. "That's past tense."
"It is, isn't it?" Hades takes a step forward, forcing Percy to step back. Hades does it again. Percy remembers when he first saw the God, and despite the dangerous lack of regard Percy holds for the Gods as a whole, Hades still has that same intimidating aura that has a part of him willing to do whatever Hades wants. "Plans changed."
Percy has never been this close to Hades before, he's sure of it.
"Then leave," he says, but Hades is distracting and it comes out more like a question than not. "I was busy."
Hades hums and takes another step. They're halfway into the living room now, and the door slams shut. Maybe it's Percy's imagination, but it feels like the room gets darker.
"How busy?" Hades asks.
He's looming over Percy now, and there's a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips that Percy's never seen before. But now that he's looking, he can't take his eyes away.
"Pretty busy," Percy says. He takes another step back, but before he can get too far away Hades' arm comes up around his hip. "What are you doing?"
Hades chuckles, and the sound sends a syrupy warmth down his spine, and paired with the heat of Hades' hand as it creeps under his t-shirt to tease along his lower back, Percy realizes he's fucked. Or about to be.
And he doesn't know if he's upset by that.
"I'm not normally one to grant requests to upstart demigods like yourself," Hades says, pulling Percy close until they're pressed together. In the back of his mind, Percy had always wondered if Hades would be cold like Nico; he's not. "But, this one. Well, it'd be my pleasure."
"I didn't make any request," Percy denies.
"Oh?" Hades dips his head, close enough his breath ghosts over Percy's lips, and lowers his hand to play with the top of Percy's jeans. "I do believe the first words you said to me were, 'fuck me'."
Percy's mouth drops open when Hades' other hand reaches up to grab a fistful of his hair and pulls it free from the bun he threw it up into this morning. "I didn't mean it literally."
"That's a pity," Hades says.
And then he steps away before Percy can even blink. The bastard looks composed, too, as if Percy isn't dealing with this buzzing feeling under his skin.
"In that case," Hades continues. "I did come here for a reason."
"No," Percy says, shaking his head as he starts speaking without processing what he's saying. "Uh, I mean—"
"Perseus?" Hades asks, raising a perfect eyebrow. And that just seals the deal.
Percy drops to his knees and looks up at Hades, licking his lips. "It could be?"
// Smut & Kink Prompts
