aniah !!!

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

You didn’t expect it to go this far. Really, you didn’t. It all started so damn innocently. Well, if you call pissing off your older brother after he got way too clingy and affectionate innocent…

Percy Jackson had initially been furious when you were finally claimed. You’d been at camp for years stuck in the Hermes Cabin, unclaimed and miserable as the years went on. Even more so when the Second Titan War came and went and still nothing. After the promise the gods made to claim their children, nothing. Then, the Second Giant War came and went, and a few weeks go by before a giant trident is floating over your head. He nearly flooded camp, he was so mad. Refused to talk to anyone, even Poseidon who tried to explain how not claiming you had been for your safety. If he claimed you, you’d be in trouble, you’d be killed.

All he seemed to notice was how close in age you two were.

It had been a few tense days around camp, in Cabin Three, before you broke down sobbing, apologizing for existing. Begging him not to hate you. Please please please. That seemed to get through to him, breaking him out of his funk.

“Never apologize for what the gods do. It’s not your fault. I don’t hate you…” After that night, he was incredibly protective and attached to you… to an annoying extent. You loved him, you did, but gods was he smothering. He had Estelle as his baby sister, but you were right there over the summer. You knew it was just projection. That’s all it was. That didn’t make it any less annoying.

But how did that lead you here?

Bubbles under the cold water, a warm throat under your hand, sand digging into your knees as you rode your dear friend to Tartarus and back.

Leo Valdez was Percy’s friend first, but you two had become quicker and better friends then those two ever were. Your brother was chill at first with the two of you hanging around each other. Sitting on the porch of Cabin Three together, trying to eat meals together even though you weren’t allowed at each others tables, inside jokes, pranks. It’s when he started touching you, hugs, shoulder bumps, arm over the shoulder, that Percy got twitchy about it all. Suddenly, Leo wasn’t just a friend to you. He wasn’t Percy’s friend. He was a guy getting way too touchy with his little sister, and guys only want one thing.

“Percy, I love you, but please leave us alone.” You tried to politely get him out of Bunker Nine while you and Leo tried to work on a glitter bomb to retaliate against the Stoll brothers after their sea foam bomb they set off on your bunk in Cabin Three. All in good fun, really.

“Unless you want to get glitter down your pants.” Leo playfully threatened as he loaded the chamber with the rainbow colored hell. “We gotta do a test first and there’s only so much space behind the bomb shield. So scoot, Perc.” Percy stood still, eyes burning into the two of you, clearly not buying it. Leo twisted the cap on the tester bomb and pulled you by your camp shirt behind the explosion shield, very deliberately slowly to give Percy a chance to leave quickly. He had to spend the rest of the day covered in the rainbow/holo mixture… and for a full month after, too…

And that’s just how he started acting.

You and Leo were sitting shoulder to shoulder while discussing a new prank? Percy was either right next to you or shouldering his way between the two of you.

You and Leo were basically sitting in each others lap at the campfire and innocently talking? Percy’s picking you up to sing and dance to the more upbeat music.

You and Leo were whispering and laughing to each other? Percy needed to know what you were talking about and laugh along with you guys.

It got to the point you stopped him from leaving the cabin one morning.

“What is your deal?” He could easily pick you up and move you from the doorway, but he let you stand there with your arms crossed.

“You’re gonna need to specify for me.” He sat back down on his bed for this inquisition.

“What’s your deal with me and Leo? I thought he was your friend. Why are you so anal about our friendship?”

“Cuz he’s a guy and your my baby sister. I could’ve known him for a hundred years and still feel the same way. I’d probably feel even stronger about it because I know him.”

“He’s the nicest guy I know.” Percy rolls his eyes at that. “He’s honest with me. He’s sweet to me.”

“Oh please…”

“He does the bare minimum and beyond which is more then I can say about you or the other guy friends of mine that you don’t seem to have an issue with.”

“He’s a guy! I know what he’s thinking! I’ve seen the way he looks at you. For all you know he could just be trying to get into your pants!”

“Newsflash, Jackson! I’ve been a girl my whole life! I know when a guy is interested in me. Especially guy friends. Girls aren’t as oblivious as you boys! Do you know how many guy friends I’ve lost because they were into me and they started getting weird about it? TONS! So so-rry for wanting to have a guy friend I can be as close with as my girl friends.” With that, you stomped out of your cabin, not waiting for whatever excuse or apology he had on his lips for you.

Sure, you maybe might kinda sorta have an itty bitty crush on the son of Hephaestus.

And maybe you spent one to a billion lonely nights you got to yourself with your hands down your pants thinking about him. His deceptively strong, thin arms easily picking you up, manhandling you down onto one of his work tables in Bunker Nine and working you open with his bony, nimble fingers. Soft, sweet, dirty nothings in English and Spanish and Ancient Greek mixing in your brain, imagining what his voice would sound like in the moment.

Or thinking about tying him to your bunk on a dark stormy night and seeing just how many noises you could draw from him. Having him build toys just for you to use them on him so you could break him, build him back up with sweet words and affirmations, before breaking him again.

Or thinking about him finding you like that in your bed… sliding in next to you and helping.

Would he be domineering and have a deep voice mumbling in your ear, or would he be so soft and submissive? Would he pin you down? Would he shake as you blew him? Would he make you cry overstimulated tears? Was he a crymaxer? Would he let you take charge? Would he burn and mark you if you asked?

It all would swim in your head at night then you’d keep a straight face as you sat near him and laughed along with his jokes during the day. You should’ve felt bad about it, your feelings, but you didn’t. They were normal and natural. But, you refused to act on them, not wanting to ruin the friendship.

Yes, you weren’t stupid. You saw the looks he gave you, but at least he was respectful. He followed your lead with touch and jokes and all of that, never crossing the boundaries you’d set. He had his days when he was more obvious with his looks, like when you wore that one green top when working mixed with that very elastic bra that made your tits bounce with every small movement. Or when you convinced him to take that yoga class the Hypnos cabin had organized that was a weirdly wonderful success, and he wouldn’t stop staring at your ass in those pants.

You noticed the days he would lean into your touch. The days he’d touch you way more then usual. The lingering looks at your lips as he spoke.

You were not stupid.

You didn’t want to stop being friends with him, didn’t want to be his girlfriend really, but you absolutely knew you wanted to fuck him. Would he even be down with a friends with benefits thing? Or would he unfortunately turn out to be one of those guys. ‘Chill’ guys who get into those kind of FWB relationships just to get with the girl then a few months in try and claim it’s love and pull out a ring. Just hurts everyone in the end.

No.

He was a nice boy. A nineteen year old who’s already saved the world several times over, but still a teenager. A guy with wants and ‘needs’, but mature enough know to hold back. You knew he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, you just needed to put some feelers out to see if you could take this to the next level safely. And make sure Percy never found out.

You knew for a fact he’d drown the poor boy…

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

“Oh, Leo~” You sang out, both hoping he was and wasn’t in the main forges. You hoped he was there so you didn’t have to walk all the way to Bunker Nine and could get the ball rolling on your plan. You hoped he wasn’t so you could walk to Bunker Nine and have some privacy for it.

“Yes, mi sirenita?”His voice came from the gray camp van that gave out yesterday. The Camp Half-Blood logo and paint a bit scuffed with age and typical demigod wear and tear. His work boots and lower half of his coveralls were peaking out from under the slightly lifted van laying on one of those wheely things. What did he say they were called again? Creepers. It was a creeper.

Mi sirenita. My little mermaid. A nickname that he started calling you not too long ago that weirdly gave you butterflies. It was so simple, and yet…

“Just making sure your here. And your working alone?” A gauging question. If he was alone, that made this easier.

“Yup! Cabin Nine is working on the end of summer firework show and I agreed to be the one to finish up the van.” You quietly locked the main forge door behind you.

“You really hate fireworks?” You tried to be as quiet as possible as you went to the back door and locked that next. Complete privacy. You knew the real reason he hadn’t gone to work on the fireworks. Or, more accurately, was exempt from ever working on explosives ever.

“Nah, I love fireworks, princesa del mar. But, I love them a little too much. You know how I get when I’m excited. Or distracted…” He grunted as something made a chunk sound from where he was. “But, you already know that. You here to keep me company then?”

“Mmhmm.” You hum as you walk to stand over him, watching the little movements his hips and feet made as he tried to figure out what was wrong beyond the van just being old and worn down. “Don’t need my favorite boy getting bored.” He pauses at your words. You knew he liked being complemented in his regular day to day, so you just wanted to see how much you could push it. He started working again, slower.

“I’m your favorite boy? Thought that was Tyson.” True. You loved your cyclops brother and his harpy girlfriend, Ella dearly.

“He’s my favorite brother. He’s far less annoying then Percy. Speaking of Percy… I asked him what his deal was about you.” You step one foot over him so you were properly over him, your new blue and pearl beaded flowy skirt almost reached where he was laying as you held the skirt up a bit. It was gorgeous and moved like water with each step you took. And, it had pockets!

“And? What’d he say?” Another grunt, another chunk sound.

“That you’re a boy.” He snorts at that. Obviously he was a boy. “He said he saw the way you looked at me.” Another pause. From what you could see, his whole body went rigid.

“Oh yeah…? And… how do I look at you?” You hum, pretending to think.

“Well, you look at me like I’m a prime rib steak when you think I’m not looking. Drooling all over your work when I bend over. Staring at my tits when I wear that one low green top. Oh, but how would I know, I’m not looking, remember?” He slid out from under the van only to find you over him, leaning on the hood to look down at him. “Hi.”

“Hi…” His face was gorgeous. All flushed with his blush and dirty with grease. His black, tight curls were pulled back and tied off. His gray undershirt was soaked with his sweat. He was a working man in a working mans uniform. And gods above and below, did you love a man in uniform. You slowly sunk down to sit on his lap. He instinctively places one hand on your hip, whispering your name. “What are you doing?”

“Sitting. I got tired of standing. These shoes are pretty and all, but gods they’re killer on my feet.” You made a point to remove the nice shoes and rub your heels. They were a gift from Drew of all people. She was a decent girl when you got to know her, and if you had some crazy tea to spill. “You’re not gonna make me stand the whole time are you, pretty boy?” His face was unreadable at that, but you felt something twitch under you. Your little plan was working. “Don’t let me stop you from your work.”

“What—” He tried to sit up before you pushed him back down, using your hips to push him and the creeper back under the van.

“Work.” You said it more forcefully with a roll of your hips. You were face to face with the grill of the van, thanking the gods it was cleaned almost obsessively by Argus, as you slowly, oh so slowly, rolled your hips into his. You took pride in the way his cock twitched to life in his coveralls under you, the little whimpers of your name he made. “Fuck. Tell me to stop, Leo. Tell me to stop and leave and I will.” He clearly wasn’t working on the damn van anymore as one hand held the floor and the other held your hip, gripping it so tightly you knew it would bruise.

“Don’t… don’t stop. Please, sirenita. Don’t stop.”

“Good boy.” That earned you a buck of his hips and a shuttering cry of your name. You pushed against the grill to get the creeper from under the vehicle and the reaction was immediate. He shot up and held you so close as he moved your hips faster, harder. He buried his face into your cut up camp shirt as he muttered and whined. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?” He nodded against your chest so pathetically, unable to speak as he was nearing his climax so quickly. The excitement wasn’t helping things last, but you didn’t care. He was a clever enough boy to make this last well beyond his own orgasm.

“A-ah! ‘m gon—” He didn’t even get to finish as his hips stuttered and smoke rose from his hair. He slumped against you as he tried to even his breathing.

“Did my favorite boy cum?” You waved the smoke from your face, trying not to get too much in your eyes. He nodded again, his grease and now tear covered face smearing all over your previously clean camp shirt. “Good. Good boy.” You stood, looking down at the wet stain you and he created on his coveralls. His wet face as he shuddered, back against the grill. Despite the tears, he was smiling. “What’s on your mind, pretty boy?”

He reached his hands out, making a grabby motion for you. You pressed two fingers to your lips then to his forehead, an indirect kiss.

“Nope. You need to finish working.” He whined so nicely for you, you almost gave in and sat back in his lap just to cuddle him more. “I’ll be right over here, baby. Get it done and you’ll get all the cuddles.” You jumped up onto a cleaned off work table and laid on it, one leg hanging off and watching him jump back into his work with a renewed energy.

He was so cute when he worked. He was much quieter then he’d ever been, not uttering a single word as he worked before the hiss of the jack let you know the van was being set back on the ground. He was up and checking it over quickly before turning towards you expectantly.

“Turn it on. Let’s see if you did it.” He jumped in the drivers seat of the car before beckoning you over to stand in the open door. He turned the key and the engine roared to life, not a single sputter or rattle was heard. “Good boy.” You pet his still smoking head before he grabbed you into his lap, your back to the wheel, and his hot lips on your colder ones.

Up close he smelt like campfires and s’mores and a hint of that hot sauce he feeds Festus. His mouth felt like kissing a soft, warm water bottle if that made any sense, nice and calming as you held it to your face and the warmth spread to your chest. His hands were so calloused from work and they danced along your back under your shirt. He was greedy with his affection, trying to devour you with his mouth, his arms and hands grasping and clinging to every part of you you let him touch. He bucked his hips back up to you, ready for a round two.

“So needy.” You tease. The van engine was still running, but thanks to the forges ventilation system, you didn’t fear carbon monoxide poisoning.

“Need you. Why…” He was trying to find his words as you met his hips, giving him what his body was asking for. “Why are you doing this?”

“You want me to stop?” You tease, knowing full well the hands up your shirt won’t let you leave. He shook his head so desperately.

“No. Please don’t. Just… why?”

“Cuz I wanna fuck my best friend.” You swiveled your hips down just right to make his head hit the head rest so hard as he moaned your name. You moved one of your hands down his undershirt and down to where his coveralls were coming untied. “And cuz I can’t keep my hands out of my panties when I think of you. Even when were chilling together, I just wanna ride you. Every joke you make, everything you create, every little smile you give me. I just can’t help myself. You’re such a good friend to me, and I really need your dick.” You unzipped the last bit of the soaked coveralls to see his equally soaked briefs, green and tented and so so ready for you to just take them off. He stops your hands. He’s shaking like a leaf under you.

“Is… Is this a one time thing? Just to get me off your mind?” You lean in close to his ear, your chest pressed together.

“Gods no. You can have me whenever and wherever you want me. I wanna be able to corner you when I feel like it and just suck your dick, just to have you in my mouth. I want you to bend me over your work table and finger the shit out of me just cuz you’re fucking bored or want me to cum all over your newest project. I want you to lay me down and just fuck me, Valdez. Whenever, wherever.” His lips attached to your neck and you stop him. “No marks. You can’t mark me. Not yet.” His warm hands got hotter as he slipped further and further down to your knees to grab the bottom of your skirt, only to slide back up up up until he met where your underwear would be if you were wearing any.

“… can I fuck you on the hood? Please?” You nod and let him carry you out, only letting you go to grab a thick cloth to put over the now over heated hood. It was such a sweet gesture, immediately contrasted by his rough hands forcing you face down onto the rumbling hood. You weren’t some blushing virgin, and you know he wasn’t either from what he told you about his short lived romance with the ex-titaness Calypso when he was sixteen, so you shouldn’t be so flustered as you heard his coveralls drop to the ground, and yet…

You peer over your shoulder to catch a look at his cock and shudder. It was nice and curved, maybe six inches? Five and a half? All of his body fat seemed to have been sent down south because jeepers. The girth made your mouth water, imagining what it would feel like stretching you out. His hot hand pressed into your back and forced you back down, pulling your skirt up and over your ass.

“Stay down, mi princesa sirena. I’m gonna… ‘repay’ you for my little gift earlier.” His fingers rubbed against your wet folds. He sunk his fingers in, gods they were so hot inside you, and you tried so hard not to collapse as he rubbed your clit. Curling fingers and rubbing thumb as he sunk to his knees to be face to face with your pussy. You could already hear the ‘wet daughter of Poseidon’ jokes already on his lips.

You rock your hips back at one delicious curl of his fingers. It felt like he was lighting your pussy on fire as a tight coil built just below your stomach.

“Ffffuck! Leo!” You could hear him whimper as he sped up his fingers, making your legs shake. The rumbling of the engine vibrated your whole body as the coil snapped, your orgasm hitting you harder then when you were alone. “Leo~” You whine as he dives right into you, not giving you a second to calm down as he eagerly ate you out, his cock rubbing against your calf as he humped your leg like a dog. “G-g-good boy. Such a good boy. Gods, my good boy. All mine.” He whined, sucking on your clit. Your legs were giving out as he overstimulated your poor pussy.

“All yours. ‘m all yours, amante.” He mumbled, to busy drowning in you to fully pull away. Your head was swimming, your chest shuddered as your legs shook.

The doors of the forge rattled. Leo didn’t stop his kissing and sucking and licking.

“Better cum quick.” He added his fingers into your soaked pussy. “They’ll unlock the doors soon.” The added stimulation was so much. So wonderful. His hands were so hot and rough and strong as he held you up with ease.

“C-cumming! ‘m cumming!” You tried to be quiet as you shake and orgasm on his tongue, squirting all over his face. You hadn’t squirted in forever. You let yourself sink against the hood as you feel Leo’s cock twitch. He stood and stroked it just once, twice, three times and he sprayed on the front inside of your skirt, a few drops hitting the back of your thighs like molten lava. He flipped your skirt back down before shoving you into the drivers side of the van and pulling up his coveralls, throwing the thick cloth off of the hood and onto the ground to cover the wet spot you’d made, and slipped behind the van just as the doors opened.

“Hey, what gives, Valdez! We don’t lock the door unless we’re locking up.” Nyssa Barrera made her way towards the running van. She put one hand on her hip, the other held a clipboard, more focused on the van then on you. “You got her working?”

“Yup!” Leo walked out from behind the van casually in brand new, wet stain free coveralls, wiping his face under the guise of getting the grease and oil off. Nyssa looked at you. One glance in what little reflection you could see in the door mirror showed how flushed you were, your breathing heavy. All of this was easily hidden by waving your hand at your face. The forges were always too hot for most people, so it was easy to play it off as over heating. She politely waved her clipboard, blowing as cool air as she could.

“Hey, estúpido. Your girlfriend’s gonna over heat with you keeping her cooped up in here. Why is she here anyways?”

“I wanted to keep him company.” You smile at her brightly. Leo leaned against the van, matching your smile. Just the poster children of innocence.

“Yeah, since you jerks decided to kick me out of the Bunker for the week, miss ma’am here was nice enough to keep me company.” He stuck his tongue out her. She returned the gesture. Ah, family.

You could feel the places Leo touched get warm and itchy. He burned you. Your hips, up your back, even your pussy was starting to hurt a little. Most of it was easy to hide from Percy, he wasn’t exactly going to see your more intimate bits. A quick dip in the Sound and you’d be healed up in no time. But, the happy feeling and the buzzing pleasure didn’t stop you from planning your revenge on the fire user.

Oh how sweet it would be.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

And that’s how you found yourself here, a week later, running from your brother with your best friend to hide away in a cove some of the nicer nymphs of Long Island Sound showed you one day to hide from Percy. Leo’s throat under your hands, bubbles disturbing the surface as you kept his head under the water, knees digging into the sand, his cock finally in you and rubbing all the beautifully wonderful spots in your pussy as you bounce on it like you’d die if you stopped. You were convinced you would die without his cock now that you had it.

Over the past week, it had been nothing but teasing and touching in dark corners and quick moments away from crowds.

A quick blowjob hidden in the stables after bribing the horses and pegasi with extra apples and sugar to keep them from spilling to Percy.

Hands down each others pants in Cabin Nine, trying to get each other off as fast as possible before his siblings returned from their jobs across camp.

Kissing and grinding in Bunker Nine, making his whine and beg so pretty for you.

The few long periods you get where he just kneels or lays between your legs and worships you.

The occasional ass swat or grab or quick kiss when no one was looking.

All the while you were planning your revenge on your perfect little Leo for those nice little burns he gave you. And you got it after you finally got caught. You hadn't planned on getting caught, obviously, but you were just too damn distracted.

The two of you were in Cabin Three, his cock down your throat as you go cross eyed from the way it hit the back of your throat, his strong hands in your hair, a nice knee board he had gotten and a lovely little vibrator he’d made you. How sweet he was to you.

“Gods, your throat is amazing. Fuck.” His hips were relentless, his grip in your hair didn’t loosen as he grunted your name over and over. You were supposed to have at least an hour to yourselves while Percy played sword teacher for some new kids, so Leo was taking his time with your mouth. Slow and almost passionate like he was making love to your throat at times before suddenly becoming rough and fast, more like a hate fuck. You’d already cum several times over, thighs shaking as the little but powerful device never let up on your clit and in your pussy as you tried to either get more friction or run from the sensation.

The only noise you could make was a messy GAWK GAWK GAWK sound as he sped up his hips again.

“That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve said all day.” You scratched his thighs at that and that did it for him. He hissed and held you right down to the base as he shot down your throat. It was so salty and so much and it was amazing as it filled your stomach and mouth. “Goooood girl. There’s a good girl.” His hand in your hair loosened, less tugging and more of a pet as he slowly pulled out, letting you breathe properly. He leaned down and turned off the vibrator and fixed your skirt, making you more presentable as he helped you stand.

“‘ank you. ‘ank you.” Gentle kisses were placed all over your face.

“You’re welcome, amante. Anything for my favorite girl.” He held your face so gently. You nuzzle into the touch. He held you so close. So gently.

‘So warm…’ You thought blissfully as he massaged down your arms and back until he reached your ass and squeezed gently.

“Ex-cuse me?” You hadn’t noticed when the front door to the cabin had opened, but one angry Percy Jackson was suddenly standing there filling the doorway, sword in hand. The back door was locked, you knew that, and Percy could easily cross the room and decapitate Leo before you even flip the lock. Your only option was the salt water fountain.

Percy had his little tricks thanks to your father, and you had yours.

You slowly move your hand low as Percy gave you both an earful. ‘This is inappropriate’, ‘how could you’, ‘I’m gonna kill you, Valdez’, and on and on.

“Perseus Jackson.” His full name and your stern tone made him shut up for just a second. “I’m nineteen. I fuck. And you can’t really stop that, can you? Stop being weird and leave me alone.” With a flick of your wrist, You and Leo are engulfed in salt water, pulled back and down down down deeper then you knew the fountain was until you felt the brackish water of the Sound surround you. One look once you hit the surface and you saw the lovely little sanctuary of your cove.

It was just a little area of sand, separated from everything by large rocks all around. To get here you either had to swim a long ways around the Sound or climb the very sharp and very slippery rocks, which made it a perfect nymph and daughter of Poseidon hiding spot. They showed it to you a week or so after you were claimed, as long as you promised to never tell your brother. They didn’t exactly trust that he wasn’t more like his father then he claimed to be. You’d never brought anyone here, but this spot would be perfect. Percy didn’t know about it, Leo wouldn’t snitch, and you got him all to yourself with no one around to bother you.

Save for some Peeping Tom nymphs and satyrs, but it was a small price to pay for this little bit of Elysium. And for some sweet revenge.

Once you dragged him to shore, you made sure to dry him off with a single touch. Well, rather a kiss. And not just a single one.

Up and down his neck, never meeting his lips as you sucked marks into the soft skin. The secret was out so you needed to make up for lost time and hickies, not letting him settle for a moment. He was already hard from the adrenaline and the attention you gave him. One of your hands slid down to the front of his pants and squeezed.

“Is my good boy already hard? You perv. You just shot down my throat and you already want more?” His whines were like nectar to your ears. Apollo himself could never make a song more beautiful then the sound you could pull from this man. “You want more, pretty boy? Just say the word. Use your big boy words.”

“Need you. Please.” How could you say no to that?

“You got a blanket in there?” You grab his tool belt and shake it slightly. He nods, eyes lidded as he trembles for you. So sweet. “Good. Pull it out, lay it down, and lay down on it. Right here on the waters edge.” He pulled out a small blue and green afghan throw blanket and laid it right where the water lapped at the sand. It wasn’t very big, but it would keep the sand off of his back. This was revenge, yes, but you still wanted him comfortable before you broke him down.

Was your planned revenge far more extreme then his little burns he gave you that you healed almost immediately? Yes. Yes it was.

Was it going to be so so so worth it? Given the way he watched you from his spot on the blanket, the brackish water lapping at the top of his head and wetting his curls once more, it absolutely was.

“Condoms?” He dug into his belt so quickly, like he was waiting for the command, before pulling out an Eros branded box of condoms. Ribbed for pleasure both inside and out, covered with various fruit scented and flavored water based lube, and ultra thin ‘like you’re not even wearing it’ it bragged. You open it and find your favorite fruit scent and look down at him, eyebrow raised before tsk-ing and shaking your head.

“Silly boy… you’re still dressed. I can’t fuck you with your pants on. They’re gonna get… wet.” He stood and stripped so fast for you, while you remained in your Cabin Three specific camp shirt and nice skirt, a purple version of the one you’d worn that first time a week ago. You bought them in bulk after you first got them because they were just so damn comfy and you had the drachma for it. And it didn’t hurt that Leo seemed to love how they gave him easy access to you. He knelt back on the blanket, looking up at you with those big damn doe eyes, basically begging you to do something.

You’d seen him naked before during those few times you got longer then a hour to explore each other, but gods was it a treat every damn time he undressed. A light dusting of black hair that had been growing and darkening across his chest and arms and legs and face the older he got. The nice thick bush that surrounded his cock, black curls that trailed up into a lovely little happy trail that thinned and stopped just under his belly button. You with you’d had a camera to immortalize his beautiful bouncing cock and sharp features.

“Such a good boy. Lay back down and let me take care of you.” He does as asked and lets you roll the condom down his cock. You give him a few strokes, teasing him. “Ready, baby?” He nods enthusiastically. You’d come to find he was silent during the build up until your finally got to the main course. In your hands, down your throat, between your thighs. He got so damn vocal unless his mouth was otherwise occupied. He seemed to know that your pussy was his main course right now and held his breath as you crawled slowly slowly slowly up his body until your legs were on other side of his hips, knees digging into the sand.

“Please. Don’t tease me, baby.” You place a hand to his throat, not squeezing, but just warning him. A gentle touch to let him know who was in charge right now.

“Shush you. I’m the one doing all the work, so lay back and be grateful.” You tried to put on your more commanding tone, wanting to keep him as submissive as possible. He nods, leaning his head back and exposing his soft parts to you. “Good boy. You’re my good boy. Now, say thank you.”

“Thank yo— OOOOO!” You sunk down on his cock, finally getting it in you after a full week of what you would call teasing basically now that you felt it stretch you out so nicely. The lube on the condom made you feel tingly as you grind down, swiveling your hips and moaning as his thick pubes rub against your clit. His shaking hands gripped your thighs tightly. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so so so much!”

You force his hands above his head, water wrapping around them and holding him still.

“No touching. You, Mister Man, burned me last week. Marked me after I said not to. Little rule breakers like you need to learn their lessons on how to listen.” You willed the tide up and up and up, leaving a U shape around his head clear. His eyes went wide as you added your second hand to his throat, still not adding pressure, and only gave one slow bounce on his cock, letting him suck in a deep breath from the friction before you let the water you pulled in cover his face.

Bubbles rose as he released the air, eyes closed and trying to speak. You hold for a second once the bubbles stop before making the U around him again. He spluttered and gasped, his cock inside you never flagging, before he opened his eyes again, looking up at you so bleary eyed.

“You good?” You wanted to make sure he was alright with this. You could always get revenge another way if this was too much for him. He nods enthusiastically under your hands.

“Yes. Yes. Fuck yes, sirenita. Mi amante. Mi amada. Fuck me, please. I’ll be so good. That was so hot. Please.” How could you refuse your precious boy.

“Take a deep breath for me.” He does as he’s told and down went the water. Slowly, you gave another bounce. His cock hit that sweet spot inside you, making heat pool where it hit. This was perfect. All he was at the moment was just this dick and you took full advantage of that.

Another bounce.

Another.

Again and again until you finally set a pace, fast and hard and sloppy, as you chased your own high. You waited a moment after the bubbles stop, letting him use his hands when he was under to tap out if he needed, and pulled it away again, not stopping your hips. All he could say once he could breathe and speak again was your name. Over and over and over before you slammed down, cumming on his cock, rocking your way through it.

“Ssssuch a good boy. So good. So fucking good. If you stay good, I’ll let you fuck me nice and proper.” His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas.

“Yes! Thank you, amante. Mi amante perfecta.” He bit his lower lip as his eyes flitted to your shirt. The Cabin Three camp shirt was pretty similar to the regular ones, but the pegasus was a hippocampus and it was a lovely sea blue-green instead of orange and read CABIN THREE right under CAMP HALF-BLOOD. You know he definitely wasn’t admiring the nice design on your chest.

“You wanna see my tits, baby?”

“Please?” You slip your shirt and bra off, giving him a full view of your breasts. He whimpered at the sight. “Wanna watch ‘em bounce. Please, mi niña bonita.” A slow roll of your hips drew such pretty noises from him.

“Oh, but I’m so sensitive, baby. And it’s your stupid toy and dick’s fault.” You swat at his chest, giving another roll of your hips. His fingers twitched to touch you again, but he knew better then to disobey you.

“‘m sorry, baby…”

“You can touch ‘em if you want. Let me cool down a bit. Touch. Only. Don’t get up.” You leaned over him to let him have a better vantage to grab and grope you without sitting up. His nimble fingers always knew how to roll your nipples and squeeze your breasts just right. Being a mechanic paid off, and sleeping with one paid off in dividends. “Open.” He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out for you, letting you dribble one slow strand of spit into his mouth, connecting the two of you for a moment before he swallowed. You were sure if you asked him to do anything while his cock was inside of you, he’d do it no question no matter the risk.

“Please move, sirenita. Please.” You hummed, pretending to think.

“I dunno. I’m really comfy like this.” Another roll of your hips and a squeeze of your pussy. You watched his eyes roll back into his head. “Do you want me to move? Or, do you need me to move?”

“Need. Definitely need you to move. Please, you’re blue ballin’ me here, amante.” He tried to lift his hips to make some friction only for thin whips of water to slide up his body, holding him down at his hips and arms and legs. The whips kept his hands against your breasts both to let him keep feeling his prize and give him a chance to tap out if need be. More like honk out, but still.

“Better cum quick then. And take a deep breath for me.” Again the water covers his face as you move the water whips to massage his heating skin, cooling him as you began to move again. The bubbling under the water was more from the heat of his breath then his breath itself as you tried to keep his body heat down. ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’ slipped into your mind as you rode him like he was a prize bull, trying to get him to cum as fast as possible.

Suddenly, everything felt very very good. The ultra thin, ribbed for pleasure condoms seemed to be doing their job as you could feel more of his warmth inside your soaked pussy. It really did start to feel like ‘you’re not even wearing it’.

“So big, baby.” You scratched down his chest, watching the red lines raise. More marks for him.

More marks.

He needed way more marks, you decided.

You lean into the water, now flush against him and attach your teeth to his neck, biting and sucking and licking and loving the vibrations from his throat.

You were losing your concentration as the position made his cock hit that sweet spot all the better. You barely noticed the water receding until Leo had you on your stomach with your ass up in the air, face half in the wet sand, half on the afghan, and fucking into you like an animal in heat.

Gods, he was so warm and loud above you.

“Such a good girl, princesa. So wet and tight for me. Te sientes tan fantástico. So good. So so so so so— FUCK!” One good, final thrust and everything went white for a good minute.

You came to to him slowly pulling out of your sensitive pussy and the worst thing one could hear after sex.

“Uh-oh…” His voice was very quiet as he said that. You could feel the excessive wetness of your sloppy pussy dripping down your legs. Your legs were shaking too much to get up from the sand and look at what the issue was.

“What ‘uh-oh’, Valdez?” You hear a wet, plastic sound and watched with a mixture of horror and amusement as an absolutely destroyed and cum soaked condom came into view. “Oh, that ‘uh-oh’. I thought I was wetter then usual.”

“This isn’t funny!”

“It kinda is.” You lifted up shakily from the sand. “Don’t freak out, Hermes Express Catalogue has a pharmacy section. I think they have some godly Plan-B. Hopefully some birth control too if you’re gonna burn through the condoms.” You lean against his chest and let him watch you slip your skirt up and dip your fingers into your still buzzing cunt and scoop some of his cum out, happily humming as you place it on your tongue to taste more of him.

“I’d be so turned on if I wasn’t so scared.” He mumbled into your skin. You laugh.

“It’ll be fine, Valdez. Trust me.” He sucked the first hickey he could in the past week into your skin, making you hum even louder. He was so warm and sweet to you, it was hard to panic about anything. “It’s kinda hot, though. You getting so turned on you couldn’t control yourself. You’ll have to wait a bit to fuck me like that again. Gotta find that catalogue and keep Percy from drowning you in the mean time.” He groans as you lean into his shoulder, tilting your head back and opening your eyes to see…

On top of the rock was a group of naiads, dryads, and nereids, all watching you two with hungry eyes and heavy breathing. You knew, just knew, you’d get Peeping Tom nymphs.

And you thought the gods were freaks…

Ah well, you weren’t too fussed about the nice ladies watching. At least they knew who he belonged to.

“C’mon. Let’s get going. Maybe we can find the naughty section in the catalogue and you can pick out some lingerie for me.” He perked up at that, carrying you into the water.

“I’m gonna get you a little nighty and some thongs! Maybe even one of those sheer, fuzzy robes. Give you the sexy housewife ensemble. We can play house since you’ll have Cabin Three all.” He kissed your neck. “To.” Another kiss to your cheek. “Your.” Another kiss square on the lips. "Self."

“What, you’ll be the hard working husband coming home to a doting little wife on her back for you?” He smiles and nods as the water finally meets his chest. You moved the currents a bit as some whips of water grab the abandoned clothes and blanket. “Then I get to get a strap for you.”

“Strap?” You pat his cheek as he looked confused, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted.

“It’ll be a surprise then. You’ll love it. Trust me, okay baby?”