SO OBSESSED WITH YOUR EX!
✸ pairing: jason grace x fem!aphrodite!reader
✸ summary: it’s not your fault that your sister’s ex boyfriend is so stuck in your head that you can think of little else but him
✸ warnings: intense makeout but nothing more
✸ a/n: ik we’re all tired of the aphrodite reader, but it’s essential to the plot 🥲 anyways, justice for my man jason, he needs more fics
You shouldn’t have been thinking about your sister’s ex boyfriend so much, and especially not like this.
Piper and Jason broke up two months ago and had both well since moved on. No hard feelings involved, just a little resolution that they were better off as friends.
It wasn’t a big deal. Really, it wasn’t.
You shouldn’t have felt so bad about how much you thought about him. He was just so captivating, so beautiful. You remembered every detail Piper had ever told you about him as well as every one you had learned on your own.
The curve of his lips and the pale scar scored through them. The flex of his muscles when he trained. Those glasses that made him look unfairly attractive.
Gods, it made you so upset that you weren’t supposed to be thinking about him like this, obsessing over the fact that you couldn’t have him.
Maybe Piper wouldn’t care. Or maybe, she’d be inflamed by the fact that you’d gotten with her ex boyfriend, friendly breakup or not. There was probably some girl code about this, right?
There definitely was, and your sisters would probably have your head if they knew you were busy breaking it.
You tried your best to stay away from Jason, you really did. If you just kept your distance, you could harbor the obsession in your own mind, keep it to yourself.
But of course, the son of Jupiter just had to notice it. Notice your distance. Notice you.
It was his fault, really, what was happening. He was the one who had approached you at the campfire, his mind set on getting an answer as to why you were trying to avoid him.
He was the one who’d followed you back to the cabins when you took off. He was the one who provoked you first.
It wasn’t your fault that everything just came spilling out. All your feelings and secrets, pretty much everything short of your guts, spewed from your mouth when you just couldn’t take the questions anymore.
This was going to hurt, you knew it would. You were prepared. And maybe, you wanted to get a little hurt.
But what you weren’t prepared for was that maybe, Jason Grace was just as obsessed with you as you were with him.
“I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it!” You had confessed, standing in front of the door to Cabin Ten. “You drive me absolutely crazy, Jay. And I’m probably just embarrassing myself, but you wanted an answer and this is it.”
Jason looked at your face and then down at the wrist he’d caught to stop you from going inside your cabin and that he was still holding onto. His skin was hot. His head was spinning.
He was standing really close to you. You let out a deep breath, preparing for a rejection that would be embarrassing as hell.
“Who says you shouldn’t?” He breathed out the question, a tempting little smile on his lips.
You looked at his lips. He looked at yours. You went for it.
You grabbed his forearm of the hand still holding onto you and yanked him forward. In a rush of adrenaline, you pushed your lips against his.
He responded immediately, hands gripping onto the sides of your waist as his lips mashed against yours feverishly.
You skin was alive with delight, your head buzzing with excitement.
You stumbled backwards and grabbed onto the doorknob behind you, the boy following blindly after you. You twisted it with one hand, pulling him closer to you by his arm with the other.
Nobody was inside, they were all still at the campfire and should be for another good hour.
You made your way inside somehow, hardly pulling yourself away from his captivity. On the other side of the cracked door, you looked up at him, a moment of hesitation.
“This is a bad idea, right?” You asked as you caught your breath, which mixed together with his.
“You think so?” he asked, pressing a quick kiss to your wet lips. Moonlight filtered in through the cabin windows and covered him in a beautiful glow.
“I don’t know,” you answered. Looking at him, nothing seemed like a bad idea. You knew he’d slept on the opposite side of one of these beds as Piper, you knew he’d once maybe loved her.
You knew all of that. He did too. But still, you couldn’t help it.
“Well I do. I know.” He said. The hand he had on you slid up your arm and over your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Damn son of Jupiter and his electricity.
He rested it against your cheek, warm and tingly against your skin. He stared at you like maybe he wanted to risk getting hurt too.
“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for weeks.” He confessed, his voice husk. He trailed his other hand up your arm until it mirrored his other, now holding your face between his hands. You thought you just might die on the spot.
“Still think this is a bad idea?” He asked, face so close to yours that you could almost taste him again.
Even if it was a bad idea, it’d be fine.
“Not at all.”
He pulled you in this time. He held one hand on the side of your neck, the other on your face, and kissed you with ferocity.
You let him push you back until your back hit the door, closing it fully with a satisfying click.
You pushed your lips against his hard. No amount of close was close enough. You felt dizzy, lightheaded with bliss.
Your hands slid down his abdomen to the hem of his shirt and then, underneath. Your fingers pressed against his skin, sending shivers up his spine.
You could feel a smile tug at his lips as they moved methodically with yours, right beside where his scar was.
You’d always thought about what it might feel like, and now, you were rhapsodic that you had found out.
He forced his lips away from yours and began trailing sloppy little kisses from the corner of your mouth and across your jaw, lower and lower until his lips slotted against your neck.
You tilted your head back to assist, give him more room to roam. When it knocked against the wood behind it, he brought his hand up behind your head, carefully putting a barrier between you and the door.
He moved further down your collar bone, teeth and tongue and lips all heavenly against your skin.
One particular nip provoked a gasp from you, and your nails dug into the flesh of his abdomen, leaving little crescent shapes that would be there in the morning to remind him.
No sooner did you hear voices. Outside, there were footsteps crunching against the grass and the sound of voices as campers returned from the campfire. The one time they end early.
“Jase,” you sighed, your hands crawling out from underneath his shirt, much to your dismay. “People are coming.”
He pulled away from you, looking at you with disheveled hair, swollen lips, and beautiful as ever. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing on earth, smiling at the fact he had been allowed to lay hands on you.
“You kicking me out?” He asked teasingly, voice low and insanely attractive so that it was such a shame he couldn’t stay.
“I dunno, do you want to get caught?”
“Hmm, maybe next time.”
You suppressed a smile as you pushed him towards the window at the back of the cabin. “Next time?”
“Yep,” he quipped, pushing open the glass pane and letting in the summer air. It was almost like he’d done it before. “None negotiable. You’re stuck with me now, sweetheart.”
You breathed out a laugh as he ducked down towards the window. “Get out.”
The doorknob to the cabin twisted, and Jason pressed a chaste kiss to your head, whispered to you a goodnight, and then he was gone.
You could hear his feet hit the grass as the door swung open and in walked Piper and Drew.
“What was that?” Piper asked as you quickly slammed window shut.
“Nothing.”
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Hello 👋 Could I please request Percy Jackson teaching his s/o (who doesn’t know how to swim and is a bit scared of water) how to swim or surf?
I’m not sure why but I totally see him as a surfer. Sorry if it’s too detailed or lacks details! (Oh and I think u said somewhere to possibly give some indications for reader personality so maybe uhm sassy bookworm indoor-lover? Not sure tbh)
Thank you an feel free to ignore obvs!
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This one was so cute but I haven't written Percy like this before so hopefully it fits him <3
also how did I find such a fitting header tho-
Sea salt kisses---Percy Jackson x reader at the beach
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-First of all Percy gains a fear of drowning during HoO because we all know demigods get scared of their element. This means he’s so understanding because he knows that feeling of being scared that you're completely helpless to the elements [even though he isn’t]
-So he’d definitely let you start slow, you’d go to rock pools and stick your toes in. He’d talk to the starfish and hermit crabs, bragging about you too the animals that literally don’t give a fuck. Although there was that one seagull who became heavily invested in your relationship
-You’d have picnics on the beach and collect shells, because he definitely carries them around with him. Sometimes he’ll go to grab something out of his pocket and half the beach will just fall out. Anyways, he’d go surfing and you’d lay on a beach towel reading the book Annabeth lent you until he finally dragged you into the water. Definitely somewhere calm, and you’d splash each other, standing with your knees just in the water, and he’d be so proud <3
-Can’t wait until you want to go further in, because he gets to show off
-Holds your waist as you jump over the waves, floats around and ducks under, holding his breath until you lose track of him. Then he’d creep up and tickle you under the water with that stupid grin.
-He’d take those cheesy polaroids of you wearing sunglasses, or eating blue ice cream with a dot of it on your nose that he’d definitely lick off because he isn’t going to waste good food and also he might get a kiss out of it too >>>
-You’d get comfortable enough to go in deeper water and he’d float around you just chilling, but the second your breath hitches or you think you spot something in the water he’d be right there, making jokes or poking fun at the person on the beach that forgot to put sunscreen on and are now burning to a fucking crisp until oh wait that’s Jason someone tell him-
-Boogie boarding comes before surfing, and you’d get one of those nemo themed ones because of course it’s his favorite movie and obviously he had to get it for you on your birthday
-When he goes surfing, you’d sit on the front of the board, toes tucked over the edge as he controls the waves to be a smooth ride all the way to shore, where you could get off when you wanted to and walk along the sand collecting shells to make into yet a necklace he’d wear, and tell everyone that he was given it by the best person in the world
-He can makes things dry in the water, so there's a possibility that you can lay on your very own surfboard reading the latest novel at low tide, when there isn’t a wave in sight and Percy can just admire the sun on your skin and the ripples around you
-Anyways he’d love taking you to the beach because it’s just like taking you to meet Sally, this is his element and when your in it it’s even better <3
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