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?
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 💓💓💓
“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.
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