𝘼 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 ⁰·¹

How lewd ↺

(y/n) played his electric guitar, while Piper watched.

It had been a few weeks since she started... liking (y/n). She knew she had a boyfriend, and (y/n) also had a girlfriend, but she couldn't deny that she did feel it.

She felt weird every time she saw (y/n) do something. She could see his small, thin fingers strumming on a guitar or playing any other instrument, like right now, and she would wish he was doing something else with them.

She wanted to hold them in hers, feel them caress her face, she wanted to feel how soft they were. She knew he had gentle hands, smooth fingers. He didn't have callused hands, no. He had the most soft hands Piper ever felt.

But she also wanted to ... well, feel his fingers. She wanted to gag as he played with her mouth, moan as he rubbed her.

She knew she was hopeless, and that was only reinforced when (y/n) had to shake her after she got too distracted with dirty thoughts.

Piper sat up straight, shielding her intimate part with her legs to hide how wet she had gotten.

"Sorry, I spaced out," Piper cleaned her throat. "What were we talking about?"

Piper felt her breath hitch, hard. (y/n) had placed his hand on her thigh and was leaning in close to her face. She could feel his warm breath hit her mouth and her nose with how little space they had between each other.

(y/n) closed his eyes, slowly reaching closer...

And that's when Piper woke up. Her breathing uneven and her body tingly while her blanket was moist with her juices and her drool.

Piper groaned and drowned further in her bed. She wished she handn't woken up from that dream. She wished it was real.

That one dream never got out of her mind. It always replayed every time she saw (y/n)'s hands.

『••✎••』

Nico refused to admit to himself, but it was practically impossible not to do so at this point.

He fell in love with (y/n) again.

He couldn't believe how dumb he was. And how stupid he had been that he dumped him before.

His feelings had boiled after Bianca's death, he thought his love was hate, but it wasn't, it was just sadness by his lost. He needed someone to blame, and (y/n) was the one he put the burnt into.

But now he felt lonely.

He was pathetic. Wanting someone who already had gotten over you. He couldn't even start to believe his own thoughts about (y/n) kissing him, marking Nico as his.

He felt like he had thrown everything away just because a mere moment of a hazy thought, but now he couldn't go back. It wasn't like in a video game were you could go back to an old save and rewind time, this was reality, and he had messed everything up.

『••✎••』

Jason was the most idiotic person he knew. (y/n) was practically his brother, and yet there he was, pinning over him.

Thalia was a Hunter. The Hunters were like (y/n)'s sisters, and Jason was Thalia's brother, how weird would that be for Thalia if they both had been dating?

Every time Jason saw (y/n) lower himself, he felt stiff down under. He wished that maybe (y/n) had been kneeling in front of him instead, begging, moaning his name.

Once (y/n) had dropped a pen under the desk while they were working on something together, and he used Jason's knee as support as he went to the ground get the pen.

Such an Innocent act, yet Jason thought about it for days. He touched himself to the thought of (y/n) doing it in his place, or the thought of (y/n) encouraging him to finish.

He couldn't even begin to describe the feeling he would get if (y/n) asked him out. He just knew he would probably combust on the spot.

Jason knew he was idiotic when (y/n) rubbed him. (y/n) didn't even realize it, he was just using Jason to reach something, but he accidentally touched Jason right in the spot, and Jason couldn't deny it to himself how turned on he had gotten.

『••✎••』

Maybe Leo was just exaggerating, but when (y/n) said, in the most sexy Spanish he ever heard, "Darling, I'm not a toy. I can handle many things." that's when he fell in a hole.

Of course, (y/n) was talking about sword fighting, but Leo took it way too far and thought about nasty things.

Maybe Leo had started to imagine him destroying (y/n), but he'd deny it at all costs.

『••✎••』

Annabeth really, really needed something to stop herself.

She was practically addicted to hearing (y/n)'s moans and grunts of pleasure. She started doing things to him so frequently they felt like everyday tasks.

She started to love the sound of whining and begging coming out of his mouth, the sight of him on his knees, the feeling of burning after she went for too long.

She couldn't stop. She needed him.

『••✎••』

Reyna never felt any sexual attraction towards anyone, but when (y/n) had grown his hair and tied it back, boy did she feel like she was missing something.

She was peacefully watching while (y/n) spoke to his mother. She wasn't hearing what they were saying, but she went wide eyed when (y/n) held his hairtie in his mouth and grabbed his hair.

It was such a simple act, yet Reyna's knees were jelly.

She couldn't stop thinking about his mouth. The piercings on his lips and his tongue, that she was sure would make the best work with her.

She shuddered at the thought of his tattooed hands holding her down as she rolled her hips against his face.

He really did look like a god.

She loved the feeling she got, but she hated the thought of abandoning Artemis, so she forced it way back in her mind.

『••✎••』

Hazel knew Nico was dating him before, but she couldn't really help it. She had no fault that his eyes were so hot.

She shivered every time his eyes softened when he looked at her in the middle of his anger. It felt weird, but the shivers were nice.

(y/n) always made sure she was okay, even if it was for stupid things such as being hungry or needing to go to the bathroom. She didn't care that he was always mad, she just knew he was gentler with her.

Nico hated that he was treated the same way, he would always scoff and step back, increasing his boundaries, but for Hazel it was magical.

Every time he patted her shoulder or smiled at her, she felt like she would faint.

But ... his eyes were the cherry on top.

He would look so hot when he was glaring at someone and scowling. His eyes seemed to shine just right in the moonlight so that he looked terrifying, but attractive at the same time.

Her face always grew a smile when he scoffed and rolled his eyes. She felt silly, like, who likes someone by them being angry, but he really did look like the king of beauty.

He was prettier than a god. He was ... scarily handsome.

She wished he would just notice her feelings. But he never really did.