A/N: You guys are hilarious and I love you. Here is a fluffier smut chapter!
Persephone opened her eyes and gave a little stretch. She didn't remember going to bed, or really anything after Ares and Eros left with Apollo.
Hades was still fast asleep.
The age and exhaustion that usually lined his face was gone. His skin a flawless azure, his brow unfurrowed and without expression. He looked younger, hopeful, and dare she say? Adorably at peace.
Her eyes followed the sweep of his impossibly long lashes casting a web of shadow across the high curve of his cheeks. While his nose was strong and sharp, she noticed a light midnight blue series of freckles strewn across the bridge, accompanied by a thin silvery scar matching the ones that decorated his torso.
His full lips were neutral and she could see the grooved smile lines on either side of his mouth. She knew he had a reputation and was known for being angry and surly but she wondered how many others got to see those ample lips pull up into a generous smile. She hoped more people got to see the side she did.
She noticed a notch in his bottom lip where he worried it with his teeth.
She mused to herself that even sleeping Artemis would say he looked like a murderous pervert. Her heart gave a twinge. Did Artemis know that Apollo had been taken in? She had lost her phone somewhere in the struggle.
She turned her attention back to her sleeping King.
His silver-white hair was wild with sleep, a great contrast to it's normally parted and sleek style. She chuckled and combed her fingers through a section that was sticking up in every direction.
She thought back to the raw power and dominance Hades had displayed over Apollo. Something about each pillar and drop of ichor caused something in her to become undone. She could feel the Queen again, but far away. A vague flicker in the background while she replenished her strength. She hadn't felt this drained since the incident in the mortal realm.
Persephone saw his eyes flutter open, and she was met with the drowsy and curious gaze of the Unseen one. His eyes a splendid weave of ruby and wine. Even lidded with sleep she felt his hypnotic gaze pulling her closer.
The corner of his mouth lifted into a charming smile. She felt her heart melt and she inched towards him with a wiggle.
He pulled her in with capable hands, his fingertips cold to her skin.
She pulled his hands between them, lacing their fingers together.
She mouthed a silent, 'Thank you' before pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles. .
"οτιδήποτε για σένα" (Anything for you.)
He pressed a kiss to her forehead before she nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Apollo. Or Minthe."
"Never apologize. If you ever want to tell me something, please don't hesitate. Speaking of... is there anything else I should know about before anyone else breaks into my house? Besides this ridiculous name change business." He chuckled and waved his hand passively.
Persephone snugged herself anxiously in the blanket before she popped her head out and quickly muttered, "I dropped out of university."
Hades' brow lifted in surprise, begging the question.
"Problems with my classmates. I know it shouldn't matter but…" She buried her face in the bedclothes once more.
"Do you know what you'd like to do instead? Or will you go back later?" He saw her shoulders shrug from under the dense blanket.
"That's okay. You've got plenty of time to figure it out." He gave a stretch and made to sit up.
Persephone lunged forward, knocking him down onto his back.
"No. Don't leave." She squirmed her way onto his chest, laying her ear against his warm skin and listening to the quick rhythm of his heart.
He wrapped his arms around her, fingers traveling down the corded muscles of her back. She moaned and simpered.
"Where are you going?" She inquired between soft morning kisses.
"I've got to work, little one."
"Right now? You can be a little late..." She purred into his shoulder, nipping his neck gently.
"Hecate will kill me."
"I don't think she'd -kill- you…"
"Technically she said she would throw me into Tartarus…" Hades trailed off with a chuckle.
"Stay with me today. In bed. Naked." She wiggled her backside against the cup of his palms.
"Sweetness, did you forget that you have work today too?"
"That's why you need to stay home, so I can stay home. You're the Boss after all." She pouted, raising so she was seated across his hips. Hades felt his hands slide off her backside only to sweep them up the top of her thighs. She rocked back at this move.
"It doesn't hurt to ask…" He picked up his phone and typed out a message to Hecate-
Hades: Mind if I work from home today? We got in it with Apollo last night.
"Doesn't anyone know who to text?" He sighed when he saw a call from the witch pop up.
"Hey Hecate." He greeted her, his fingers rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"I'd heard something like that. Are you okay? How's 'Seph?"
"We are okay, just rec-OOOperating. Any word from ZeUUUss?" Persephone smirked and rocked her hips forward again enjoying the influx in his pitch. Hades cleared his throat noisily.
The King didn't hear the voice coming from the receiver. He bit back a moan and pushed Persephone off his lap and playfully to the side.
"Uh hmm! Do you need me for any mEEEtings today?" He looked down and saw the Goddess glittering gaze, her plush lips wrapped around the head of his cock. She teased him with a flick of her tongue.
"Can you be on a 3pm call?"
"Mhm!" He gripped her hair and bucked into her mouth. Persephone coughed and swatted at him.
"Hades. You can do this but I'm going to need you this weekend."
"Affirmative." He purred, his fingers weaving through Persephone's silk-like hair as she explored him with her tongue.
"And Sir…" Hecate remarked humorously.
"Mhm?" He hummed, biting his lip in an effort to silence his moan. The goddess was stroking and massaging the underside of his sac, beckoning a spark filled wave of pleasure.
"This is a video call. I can see your face." He opened his eyes and stared into the camera feed of Hecate waving weakly at him.
"AH! NO!" He shouted, before he ended the call and threw his phone on the other side of the room.
He pulled his legs back and dropped his hips open, watching her. Fingers circled his member, pumping idly, the other dropped almost under him, trailing up the sensitive skin of his rear and thighs. He felt caught between a swell of pleasure and the shock of tickle.
He relaxed into her touch, curious about where this expedition was taking her.
He felt her envelope his member in the wet heat of her mouth. He moaned, tossing his head back into the pillows. A soft canopy of Pomelia petals showered down upon them. He caught one, and stroked the silk between his fingers.
Her digits continued to explore beneath his shaft, across his thighs and against his quivering muscles. He felt her fingertip circling the ring of muscle of his rear entrance. He felt all insecurity leave him as he shamelessly pressed down against her, inviting her in.
He had attempted to bring up something akin to this with Minthe and the shame and embarrassment she made him feel still stung in his chest.
He felt the superb pressure as she pushed into him. He hissed and gripped the sheet to his side.
"Did Eros teach you this?" He groaned, the words leaving him before could stop them.
He heard a 'pop' and she released his cock. "W-wha?" Her voice a stilled stutter.
"HADES!" They both heard a chorus of barks from downstairs, and the annoyed snap of Zeus's wife, Hera.
"Fuck. Why can't anyone leave us alone." He gripped Persephone's stunned face and smacked a kiss to her unexpecting lips. He eased himself off her and pulled on a loose pair of track pants that hung low on his hips. "Let me see what she needs."
Persephone climbed out of bed and walked into the newly repaired bathroom, twisting on the tap to the shower.
"Hey Bunny, what do I owe this pleasure?" He forced his tone to be as jovial as his aching arousal would let him.
"Ah! You're up! Where's your Gin?" She didn't wait for him to answer before she started rifling through his kitchen cabinets.
He picked the bottle off the rack and handed it to her, before pulling down a glass for her. He paused, and took one down for himself- the crease in her forehead told him that he would need it too.
"Did you come all this way for my Gin? I know for a fact Hebe makes THE BEST-"
"Smoke?" She cut him off with a show of her cigarettes.
"Is this a conversation I'll need gin and nicotine for?"
Persephone wrung out the water in her hair, watching a few stray petals swirl down the drain.
She thoughts back to Hades' question, and subsequently her lessons with Eros. She had only had two, but the God of love was happy to answer any intimate questions she had without judgement, and with an unparalleled enthusiasm.
"What is the best way to do this?" She felt her body flush, recalling the question.
"Let… me show you. Come with me."
He felt a swell of arousal at what she'd seen. But not towards Eros himself, but the thought of Hades, under her, panting….
"Hey sweetness, mind if I join you?"
Persephone whipped around and smacked Hades in the chest with a rope of wet hair.
"Is Hera still here?"
"I'm meeting her at her house, after I shower."
Persephone pouted and pounded her fists weakly against his chest in a mock tantrum. "But you're supposed to be mine today…"
"I can be yours right now… And I'll be back before 3:00." He tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear, watching her bloom lovingly.
"We better not waste time…" She bit her lip coyly.
He seized her by the waist and with a jump she wrapped her legs around his middle. He slammed her back into the cold obsidian, his mouth crashing into hers. The water was scorching hot, and beating against their skin steadily.
She sucked his lip between her teeth, pulling with the same aggression she had on his hair. He felt his bottom lip split with the rust of ichor.
He growled and marked her neck fiercely with a smear of diamond dust where he held the wall for support. His length at full attention, slipping against the wet skin of her backside.
He lined up her entrance with the thick swell of his member, bobbing up against her.
"Do you think you have enough control?" He asked hoarsely, pushing past the initial tight ring of muscle. Her hair erupted in a crown of daisies as her thighs clenched around his middle.
He let out of forgotten breath, pushing the boundaries of his control.
"I think my powers are still too low for it to be an issue…" She panted wantonly.
He slammed into her, full hilt before pausing. He felt her velvet heat tighten around him before she gave a whimper of, "Go. Please."
He pulled out entirely and plunged back in, unable to hold back a throaty and lascivious moan.
It was all slick bodies, gasps of hot breath and strangled noises of pleasure. Persephone struggled to gain purchase of his lubricious skin, her nails clawing aimlessly with each relentless thrust.
"Fuck. I'm close..." He buried his face in her neck, slowing his hips. She clenched around him, hard, feeling the pressure in her stomach start to boil over.
The goddess shamelessly urged him with a pressure on his back from her ankles. "Don't. Stop." Her voice was dangerously low and even. He saw a flicker of red beyond her vision.
He felt himself unfurl and pushed her down with each harsh thrust up, their bodies moving in tandem.
A burning, blinding euphoria overcame her and she screamed into his chest, hearing the echo shoot back against the glass onyx.
The heat from his release shot through her, and she felt her body blossom with appreciation.
"I need you to do something for me…" The goddess approached him, her hands behind her back.
"Anything." He turned to her, one towel wrapped low on his hips, another drying his hair.
"I need you to keep this in while you're at Hera's house." She pulled out a plug with the glittering pink gem at the base. Hades felt his blush creep over his ears and down his neck.
"Yes, My Queen." He dropped his towel and Persephone watched his spent cock throb.
She gave his ass a weak slap as he bent over the bed. She leaned forward and kissed the dimples at his low back.
Persephone had seen Hades pull lubricant out of one of these drawers. She pulled open the top drawer closest to her. She was taken aback by the contents- in the drawer was a letter that she had written to Hecate, the wrap she had used for baklava and a mug with a stain of lipstick along with a strewn out handful of petals.
'I will come back to this.' She thought with a flush as she pushed the drawer shut discreetly and pulled open the next one, finding what she sought.
Hades groaned at the pressure. The metal was cold and prepped. It slid in easily once he relaxed. The pressure only amplified the aftershock of his recent orgasm.
As he stepped into his pants he tried to maneuver his hardness to a comfortable, not obvious position. The last thing he wanted was snide remarks from Hera.
"Fuck."
Persephone laid in the backyard, daydreaming. The chill of the underworld offset by the warmth of the dogs piled around her.
She had been working a few hours a day on building a garden in the decay of the backyard. There was no sun, and she was troubleshooting how to keep the plants alive. She couldn't sustain them forever, with her power alone.
Ever since the incident with Minthe, when she was alone she would come out to the Garden and talk to her. The mint plant made no show that the Goddess' words were heard but Persephone continued all the same.
"Can I borrow that-" She asked audibly, cut off by the ding of her phone.
"Oh!" She picked it up and saw she had a message from the God of Love.
Eros: How are you doing, Honey? Want to get lunch?"
Persephone: As long as I don't have to talk about it.
Eros: Deal. Be there in 10.
"Hey Eros…" She stirred her tea nervously, avoiding his gaze.
"What's up, Babe?" He looked up from his phone, and set it down when he saw her concerned expression.
"Can I tell Hades about our lessons? I tried something today and he a-asked me if I learned it from you."
"It might be easier if we told him together."
Hades stormed into the kitchen and immediately made himself a drink.
"Kore?" He called out into the empty house. No answer.
He pulled out his phone and saw that he had a message from the Goddess of Spring.
Persephone: Lunch with Eros. Be back soon! Xoxo
Hades felt a pull at his gut. She hasn't answered his question from that morning.
Hades: I'm heading into a meeting. Let me know when you're home. 3
He downed the rest of his drink and poured himself another. He tapped his phone again and checked the time.
"UGHH." He sounded loudly as he sulked up to his office.
A deep voice with an ancient lilt drowned on with stats about a suspicious shade increase from earlier that quarter.
Hades felt himself nod off, coming to attention only when the door opened.
Persephone slipped in easily and closed the door behind her. She was wearing one of his suit jackets tight around her body. The shine of black gemstones decorating the top of her black thigh highs peaked under the bottom hem.
"Video call?" She asked, stepping further into the room.
"No. Conference call." He whispered, covering the receiver with his hand.
Her hair was done up in a high ponytail, stray strands framed her oval face. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and let the coat fall to the floor.
Hades felt his member jump. He gripped the hardness firmly from under his desk.
"I threw that away." He teased.
She was wearing a black slip with an elegant lining that had previously belonged to Minthe. Her curves tested the will of the silk. The round of her chest bursting through the lace top. It was impossibly short, barely skating over her hips.
She sauntered over to him, her heels clicking against the floor. She joined him on his side of the desk, bending over it. The hem of the slip rising up to expose a pair of string underwear decorated with the same gems as her stockings.
"I have a meeting, Your Majesty… about my debt."
Hades let out a low, very audible growl, almost forgetting about the call.
He muted the phone, and swiveled in his chair to give her his full attention. "5, count them off with me."
SLAP
"One." She said, pushing her rear back as if to challenge him to go harder. He obliged.
SLAP
"Two." Her voice dropped an octave, and she shifted as her knees began to buckle.
SLAP
"Three…" She whimpered, looking back at him with begging cerise eyes.
SLAP
"Please…Aidoneus, I need-..." She widened her stance and rocked towards him. He could already taste the morning dew as she tore her underwear down her legs and pulled them across her mouth in a makeshift gag. He held the string entangled with a grip on her hair as he hurriedly unfastened his pants and freed his pulsing erection from its confines.
He pinched the base and felt a wave of pleasant pressure from the plug he still wore.
He cupped her cheeks, spreading them as he spit on his cock and lined himself with her slit.
"Don't make a sound." He filled her with a fluid thrust just as he unmuted the phone.