Hii! Could you please do a Nico x a daughter of Athena who’s really shy but is like the most feminine girl ever and loves Lana Del Rey and is a ballerina, but everyone’s surprised that they’re friends (kind of with benefits)? I’m not an English speaker so I’m sorry if I made some mistakes and thank you!
Say Yes to Heaven
(Nico di Angelo x Shy!Fem!Ballerina!Reader)
TWS: Reader has an eating disorder
CWS: Reader is fem AND feminine, reader is described to be shy, idk if this needs a warning but she likes listening to Lana Del Rey
Author’s Note: Answering this ask from my lovely mootie @jellyyyyyybean . I hope you enjoy it, and hopefully I did my best to honour your request! <33
The burn in your ankles only rose up and up as you moved effortlessly through the length of the studio, catching glimpses of yourself in the mirrored walls. The pirouettes you’d been perfecting ever since you started on pointe were nearly flawless, your teacher watching on as you spun.
Class was over within the next ten minutes, yet you couldn’t help but linger around the mirrors, looking at the way your body fit against the leotard. You were quickly broken out of your thoughts as one of your friends yelled a quick “you coming?”
You cast one last glance at yourself before following them out.
The fresh evening air of the camp hit you immediately, a welcome respite from the scents that built up in the studio, a mix of rosin, odour, and too much perfume.
The walk to Cabin 6 was fairly short, but felt hours long. Your calves ached as you all but flopped onto your bunk, bag discarded carelessly on the floor.
You’d completely forgotten that the other campers would be in as well, startling momentarily when Annabeth spoke up:
“You alright?”
Turning over, you simply glanced at the blonde, too exhausted to form proper sentences.
“Tired.”
She chuckled.
“Yeah, I can tell. Did you eat something?”
Now that made you freeze, but you recovered quickly enough. Any longer and she’d suspect something.
“Yeah, I had like two candy bars before class.”
“I meant actual food.”
“Not yet, but we’ll have dinner soon enough.”
She thought about it for a moment, before simply nodding and turning back to whatever she was working on.
“True enough.”
The cabin was lightless and quiet by the time your little haze finally lifted, and your vision cleared. You sat propped against your bed, picking at the covers, your pajamas, anything you could get your hands on really. And then you felt it.
The soft warmth and tug of something unfeelable wrapping around you completely, and the familiar rush of being whooshed away.
You were in Cabin 13 not even a moment later, slowly being laid on the king-sized bed occupying most of the room. There he was in front of you, Nico fucking di Angelo. Your boyfriend, but not really your boyfriend.
Eh who were you kidding, it was barely a situationship as it stood right now, Nico…he was, well he was him. Most everyone at camp knew he struggled, but very few knew how deep it ran. You tried to be one of the few exceptions…truly, but it got to a point, being pushed away time and time again.
At first you thought it was to protect you. After all, anyone with problems would try to pull the wool over loved ones’ eyes. But, after a while you realised it was just you.
You saw the way he spoke so easily to Dionysus, smiled at Will long after their time together had ended, so why was he so comfortable with everyone except you?
He didn’t let you dwell on the thought much before you were being pressed against the soft mattress, warm against your back as he slowly pulled your pajama bottoms down.
You winced as the cold air hit the bare skin of your thighs, but he didn’t even acknowledge it, just pulled your underwear down with his teeth.
“Wow, not even a ‘hello?’”
You grinned down at him, trying to hide just how spent you were.
The corners of his lips twitched as he looked up at you from his spot between your legs, a smile he was clearly trying to fight back playing against his lips.
“Hello. May I please have you now?”
You pretended to think about it for a moment though you both knew what the answer would be.
“Yes, you may.”
He didn’t waste any time, throwing your underwear haphazardly against the wooden floors, parting your thighs for him as he licked a slow, teasing stripe over your folds.
You gasped softly, trembling already.
His tongue drew tight figure eights over your clit, fingers thrusting in and out of your gushy hole. Two at first, then three once you were relaxed enough.
Whimpering at just how well he was filling you up, you tried to fully wrap your thighs around his head.
Nico wasn’t having any of that. Cold, firm hands held them open all as he never stopped sucking your bud purple and midnight blue, alternating between that and flicking his tongue over it.
God, he felt perfect. It was like he was made for you, and only you, with the way he was working you open with fingers, fucking you so well with his mouth alone.
You came with a whimpering cry, squirting against his chin and dripping onto the sheets beneath you.
Usually you would’ve had more energy to continue, you would’ve even gotten on top (but ultimately ended up with your face buried against his neck because it was too embarrassing).
You lay down just like that for a bit, face buried into your pillow so no one could suspect anything when you didn’t go out for dinner. It was… ‘god what the hell was up with you!?’ You didn’t understand it.
You knew you had to eat, it was fuel, it kept you alive! You even knew what ‘anorexia’ was and how dangerous it could be! So why couldn’t you keep anything down?
The hours melted and joined into one limbo, you didn’t stir even when the rest of the campers came back, bellies full and faces bright in the way that only good food and conversation could bring. You didn’t move an inch even when they turned the lights off and went to bed. You didn’t have the energy to do…well, anything really.
Then again, you really weren’t in peak physical strength right now.
You huffed softly, trying to catch your breath. Nico looked down at you in that way, like he saw right through you. He had that thing about him, making you seem like the center of his world, if only for a minute.
“You okay, angel?”
“I’m fine, Neeks.”
You forced on an easy smile, relaxing against the pillows.
Once satisfied with your reaction, and clear that he wasn’t hurting you, Nico slowly pulled down the black sweats he wore, the band giving way to the sharp v-line that ran down, then finally his length.
It slapped against his stomach once, a drop of pre leaking from the tip, and you ached to catch it on your tongue. It was already red, and throbbing just for you.
He slid it up and down your folds a few times, groaning as the slit caught your bud before finally lining himself up against your entrance.
You whimpered as he finally entered you, gummy walls moulding around him. Despite how many times you’d fucked already, you would never fully get used to how big he was.
He set an easy pace, slow thrusts until you loosened up, gently rocking your hips against his.
That, was when he really started. Brutal, deep strokes that hit your soft spot perfectly, making you cry out each time he did. You could practically feel him bruising you, marking you inside and out as his teeth nipped at your neck, lips slowly wrapping around the soft skin and sucking it different hues of red and purples.
You reciprocated eagerly, licking a slow stripe against his ear lobe and biting down gently, smiling against the skin when he let out a groan.
If there was one thing Nico did well, it was leaving you well and truly satisfied, the heady smell of sex now filling the room as he flopped next to you, tugging you close.
It was moments like these that gave you a false sense of security, you in his arms, the soft hum of ‘Say Yes to Heaven’ echoing in the too large cabin (yes, he’d made a playlist all for you.)
You both would just stay like that for a bit until either of you finally fell asleep, sometimes you’d try to bring up what you both were but you would be brushed off as usual, or placated with soft kisses peppered against your forehead.
This time though, it was Nico who spoke up.
“Angel?”
“Yeah?”
“I was thinking- or well, it came up and I wanted to talk to you about it. Or- sorry, I’m rambling…”
He shook his head and you were quick to tug his face toward you, pecking the tip of his nose.
“Hey, no. Tell me.”
You swore you felt your heart melt a little as you looked into those brown eyes, the outside light making them glimmer and shine in the dim room.
“CanIbeyourboyfriend?”
The words came out rushed and jumbled, leaving you to barely understand what he said.
“I- what?”
He sighed, looking away for a good few moments then back at you again.
“Can I be your boyfriend?”
You couldn’t believe it, here you were, thinking you’d be the first to confess that your feelings had gone beyond casual sex, and then be broken up with. ‘No, this couldn’t be real. How?’
“Really?”
“Yes, really. I realised, it wasn’t right. I’ve been using you and I’ll make it up to you for the rest of our time if you’ll let me. You’re everything and gods if I don’t hate the way Connor Stoll keeps making eyes at you.”
He glared into the distance, as if to punch the young boy through air.
You giggled a little, cheeks burning red as you felt a familiar wave of embarrassment wash over you. Quick to bury your face against his shoulder, you nodded.
“Yeah, you can be mine.”
The days passed quickly, nights spent in the privacy of the Hades cabin now turned into dates in all sorts of places. The strawberry fields in the late summer afternoon, the smell of fruit filling the air, or late dinners at run down restaurants that Nico swore should be given Michelin stars.
As if by fate, Connor caught you both one morning. Your hand was warm, pressed against Nico’s as he walked you back from the Big House. He’d figured out your issues with eating on your very first date, and from then, even you were a regular at Dionysus’s.
He didn’t force you to eat, neither of them did, just quietly celebrating whenever you kept down as much as you could. And…you felt better too. Much.
You could stand en pointe longer without feeling faint, actually do five turns in a row without wanting to keel over. It was…good, better than you thought it would be.
The young Stoll had been just passing by, backtracking as soon as he saw the position you two were in.
“What the actual fuck?” Hermes’s son wasted no time in gathering a bunch of his friends through his little scream, nearly half the camp staring at you and your boyfriend.
Nico looked unamused, deadpanning:
“Yes, Connor? Is spending time with my partner that amusing?”
He merely grinned, the rest of the kids now whispering as you hid your face against Nico’s sleeve, fighting back a smile.
“Man, I don’t know. She’s her, and you’re you. Spooky, a little uptight, she’s so sweet! Just look at her!”
“And I’ll have you know, she’s mine.”
“Okay, okay.”
He smirked, putting his hands up and going back to whatever it was that he was doing, leaving you and Nico to enjoy the rest of your day in peace.
He tsked, glaring at the ground like it had all the answers.
“He was right, you know. You really are sweet, shouldn’t be with someone like me.”
You stared down as well, not wanting to make it any more awkward for him.
“I chose to be with you. Not Connor, not anyone else. You.”
A few minutes passed in complete silence, one that didn’t need to be filled, before he kissed the top of your head.
As you both walked along, the sun still sparkling overhead, it was peaceful. Calm in a way neither of you thought you’d ever have,
