Hi! So it seems like a new hyperfixation has entered the villa. I've been aching to write about this fuckass rabbit for a while but the 6th episode just sent me over the edge. I hope you enjoy~
It is a Fem!Reader but I tried writing it so you could insert any gender, hell I'm pretty sure it could even be Pomni so have fun !
“I want the ability to have S%$👄!#x !” exclaimed Zooble.
Jax looked at her with a not yet seen expression on his face.
“No way! Are we FINALLY having this conversation?” He added excitedly.
Caine then proceeded to glitch and malfunction before starting back up as you all heard a ‘DING!’.
“Oh, hi Zooble!” he said as if nothing had happened.
But you all felt it. Something had happened, something had changed.
First, you noticed a shift against your skin, your clothes…they weren’t stuck to your skin anymore. God knows you had tried to remove them before without any success.
Then you noticed something else, a new feeling, a familiar one, it was like a whole new degree of sensitivity all over your body. You realized then that as much as your want for intercourse had never left your body, the sensation of it all had been gone since you had entered the circus. The feeling of it all rushing back to your body almost felt overwhelming. You still did your best in order to contain it and act as if you were completely fine. After all, everyone else looked fine.
Caine had started talking again but you weren’t paying attention, it felt like background noise.
You looked around and your gaze met Jax’s. He was already looking at you when your eyes met his, and you awkwardly looked away while he kept his eyes on you, though for a split second as you looked away you noticed a slight blush on his face.
Caine had explained something about an isolated room and guns, you weren’t sure what he all said but you understood it was a team adventure and as the teams paired up, Ragatha and Kinger then Zooble and Gangle, you ended up with Jax and when you came up to him to ask if he was okay with it he took his time looking you up and down.
“More than fine…” He smirked.
You weren’t sure what to make of it.
Soon enough the timer was down to zero and all the guns had disappeared.
Everyone ran away looking for guns after Caine explained that they were hidden all over the circus.
You still felt a little dizzy and not very reactive, when your gaze met Jax’s again he had a different expression on, this time. He had a wide grin mixed with the same blush you had noticed earlier.
You walked around looking for guns in an empty hall with Jax.
“You felt it too, didn’t you?” He said looking at you from the corner of his eye, holding his hands behind his head, walking with a nonchalant step.
“What are you talking about?” You asked, genuinely not sure what he was referring to but not wanting to assume the most obvious of the possibilities.
“Oh, come on…you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He stopped walking and turned to you.
You stared at him, not sure what to reply. He started walking towards you making you instinctively back up as he approached you, only to end up stuck between him and the wall.
“Are you not gonna admit it, I’m sure you’re dying to…” He cooed, looking down at you, awfully close, and traced the side of your arm all the way up the strap of your top, only to gently push it to the side and let it fall off your shoulder.
You shivered. Maintaining eye contact was harder than you thought, but you did anyway. He bore his usual wide smirk, with unusually lidded eyes.
“I did…” You admitted, “…but I didn’t know if I was the only one”.
“Oh, you’re not!” He immediately retorted.
Jax had a very expressive face, at this instant he had a mix of several expressions that you struggled to put together, but if you had to try, you’d say it was eagerness, cockiness and decisiveness all mixed together, maybe another one thrown in the mix, but it was too hard to decipher. And if you were honest with yourself, he looked mighty fine at that instant.
You shook your head out of the daze and broke free from your secluded area.
“What are you trying to say Jax?” You asked because it felt like your brain could not process the current conversation.
He grabbed your shoulders and shoved you right back where you came from before smashing his lips against yours. They were surprisingly soft, and the kiss as well, it felt soft but with hint of passion, like he was trying so hard to hold back while progressively failing at it. The moment you kissed back his kiss became much more intense, his hand naturally fell to your waist, pulling you in deeper, his other hand holding the wall.
Why did he have to be so good at kissing? You felt yourself melt into the moment, wrapping your arms around his neck while he promptly picked you up, still pressing you against that wall as he kept kissing you, holding your thighs and digging his fingers into them. After a while your lips parted and it hit you, what the expression was, it was pure and unadulterated lust, clear as day. No mask on his face at this instant. Your face probably looked the same, you just couldn’t see it, you could feel it though.
“I want you.” He blurted; his intense eye contact was piercing right through you. “F%$👄!#ck I want you.” He added while burying his face in your neck.
Your face flushed at this sentence that you never thought you’d hear come out of his mouth, ever. A very soft moan came out as he attacked your neck and you remembered that it had always been a sensitive area.
“Admit you want me too.” He insisted, his smirk showing back in the corner of his mouth with the shadow of concern.
You looked away not really sure how to respond, but he grabbed your chin, pulling you right back in and locking your eyes with his again.
“Come on, don’t make me beg…” He murmured.
You had no choice but to be honest with him and yourself, you nodded gently.
A much wider smile took over his face. “See…?” He smiled wider, looking slightly relieved, his other hand tightening around your thighs. “Is it that hard to be honest?” He smirked, relaxing back into his usual arrogant self.
“You say that as if being honest with you couldn’t have any negative repercussion...” You huffed.
“Look.” He started, serious this time. “We’re stuck in this dumb circus, and I believe we just FINALLY acquired the ability to f%$👄!#ck. You want me, and I sure as hell want you too, so we should just enjoy ourselves thoroughly before Caine changes his mind, don’t you think?” He put you down gently and you thought he was just gonna let go but instead he pinned your wrists above your head and pushed his knee against your crotch as he spoke softly right against your ear. “I’d love to see how your cartoon body comes…” He declared in a taunting tone you were familiar with.
You moaned without realizing, it felt like not only could you feel this type of pleasure again, but that the lack of it had made you even more sensitive than you were before entering the circus, or was it your digital body that was just inherently more sensitive? That bastard also knew his way with words. As much as it pissed you off to admit that to yourself, Jax was probably skilled before he ended up in the circus.
Jax kept grinding his knee while leaning against your ear.
“Wow, moaning like that in the middle of the circus? How bold…I never thought you were that kind of pervert~” He chuckled.
You blushed and looked at him irritated.
“I’m just very sensitive, and still getting used to this body…” You tried to defend yourself.
“Sure you are…” A smug look across his face. “Then I should help you explore this new body of yours, right? It would be my pleasure.” He switched the way he was pinning you against the wall, transferring one of your wrists to his other hand, holding them both with one hand and freeing his right hand, with which he immediately slid in your pants. He felt your wetness at the same moment you felt him against your most sensitive area and moaned even louder, surprising even him for a second, though his look of surprise was immediately replaced by a very satisfied expression.
“Already so wet? Damn you’re such a freak~” He teased.
“Oh yeah? I am?” You shot back, forcefully breaking free and grabbing the suspender of his pink overall, pulling him down at your face level. “Then what is that?” You said as you cupped the now very visible bulge in his pants. The groan that came out of his mouth made you instantly probably twice as wet and he noticed.
“Tsk.” He looked slightly thrown off, squinting slightly, he didn’t give you time to react or comment that you felt his finger sliding inside of you.
Your inside walls felt even more sensitive than the rest of your body. Hell, you felt like you were about to come right this instant.
“Stop it Jax! You’re gonna make me-” You pleaded but as soon as he started moving his finger your walls tightened around his finger and started pulsing as you descended into a moaning mess, grabbing his wrist tightly. Thankfully he put his other hand over your mouth just in time to contain your noises as much as possible.
“Already? Geez I know I’m good but that’s crazy.” He smiled looking pleased with himself.
He pulled his hand out of your pants as you fell to the floor against the wall gently and he admired the view, licking you off his finger at the same time.
“Finger licking good!” He joked, but you still felt dizzy, you had never come this easily before. Was it just because you had been pent up in the circus?
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of gunshots from afar.
“Yeah, I’m not done with you.” He declared before grabbing your figure and throwing you above his shoulder, running back towards where you came from.
You arrived where the game had started and without stopping, Jax walked with determination towards the white box Caine had summoned a little earlier while still looking around, making sure no one noticed where you were headed.
You both entered the room. It was a simple white room, with a table in the center and little trashcan on the table with the words “For bullets” written on it.
He slammed the door as soon as you were both in and put you down.
You seized your opportunity.
“My turn!” You proclaimed, immediately going for his part. You kneeled and pulled his manhood out of his overall, revealing the throbbing cause of his bulge. Jax jolted at your action but allowed you nonetheless to do whatever you desired.
You grabbed the base and gave the tip a quick lick.
“Oh f%$👄!#ck…” He exclaimed, feeling most likely just as sensitive as you.
In that moment, not only did your nether region throb, but you also remembered how much you had also missed that part. Pleasuring the other and feeding off their pleasure, you couldn’t believe you were doing it with Jax…and you were really enjoying it.
You took all you could in, wrapping your tongue around the shaft. He looked and sounded like he had also missed that .
Jax’s ear fell flat behind his head and his lids closed as he melted into this newfound source of pleasure.
“Holy sh%$👄!#t…” He softened. “I forgot how good it felt…” He leaned back slightly, his hips resting against the table as you went down on him. Before long, he could already feel himself getting dangerously close. You felt it with the slight shiver going down his body, his cock twitching more and more, and his moans getting desperate, you also noticed his hands tightening around the edge of the table.
“Wait, cr%$👄!#p wait slow dow-” He pleaded this time, but that only made you go harder, and he immediately erupted into your mouth, his head shooting backward as he completely gave into the pleasure. You could tell he felt dizzy the exact same way you had a little bit ago. This made you feel like you had some semblance of control over the situation, like the balance was restored.
“Already? Geez I know I’m good but that’s crazy.” You taunted with a smile as you finished swallowing that treat.
“Why you…” He smirked with mildly annoyed look on his face. “Come here.” He grabbed you like it was nothing and sat you at the edge of the table, he then removed your pants in one swing, exposing you fully to him, you instinctively sealed your thighs together, trying to hide your nether region (very ineffective btw).
“Nu huh.” He instantly spread your thighs wide open before…kneeling?
“Wait what are you-” A moan interrupted as the rabbit started digging into you like his first real meal in forever. His tongue making his way deep into you, sending jolts all the way up your spine. The moans were pouring out of you, and he was clearly guiding himself based on your decibel level.
You were shocked at how responsive your body was, but you were too drunk with pleasure to think clearly about anything, you just let him have his fun with you while you enjoyed every second of it. It took slightly longer than the first time, allowing you to enjoy yourself slightly more thoroughly, but you felt yourself getting close again. Your hands found their way to his head and your grip tightened slightly around his ears before releasing as you came while he kept eating you out enthusiastically, savoring you as you fell back against the table, your whole body twitching and contracting. Once you were done, he stood back up and wiped his mouth, the same disgustingly satisfied look on his smug face. You didn’t mind though, as you only cared about one thing at this point.
You spread your part open, your thighs in the air and begged.
“I need you to f%$👄!#ck me Jax, I need you in me, please?” You whimpered.
You didn’t realize how much of a turn on that was for him.
“Well, only because you asked nicely.” He replied, looking confident but with a noticeable blush on his face, pressing his hard-on against your entrance, rubbing against your juices. He placed his tip right at your entrance and pushed himself in slowly, his lips meeting yours in sync with his cock pushing all the way inside you.
You almost came, still slightly twitching, not sure why (maybe the double stimulation?), you exchanged a steamy kiss before he pulled out but only from the kiss, his face looked dizzy with pleasure and almost in pain.
“F%$👄!#ck you’re tight!” He whined, resting his hands on your hips to position himself with good hold. He started thrusting into you with all the intention to be gentle and feel you wrap fully around him, but you felt so good his pace rose progressively, causing your moans to start pouring out once again, the feeling also making him groan in pleasure, this time you both could get as loud as you wanted after all.
“You feel so good…” He continued, closing his eyes and focusing on all the pleasure and sensations newly recovered.
“Y-You too…” You managed to get out. His thrusts intensified and you grabbed his face to pull him back into a kiss as you started tightening even more around him.
“Holy sh%$👄!#t I’m gonna come again.” He moaned.
He thrusted deeper, hitting that sweet spot, sending you over the edge in an instant and you kept coming as he continued ramming into the same spot until you felt him start to pulse inside of you, pouring his milk deep into you.
He slowed down, breathing heavily and you also caught your breath.
“Damn…” You let out.
“We’re not done.” He said looking into your eyes, more eager than ever.
“What?” You asked right as he pulled out of you and flipped you over, so you were bent over the table. He positioned himself at your entrance again and slammed right back into you again, your sensitivity still at an all-time high. This time, you could tell he was truly lost in lust. He didn’t even attempt to start slowly.
“Jax! What the hell !?” You yelped looking at him, moans still escaping your mouth as you spoke.
“What?? I’m a rabbit have you forgotten?” He joked. “You feel so f%$👄!#cking good what am I supposed to do?”
“Just a little heads up would’ve been nice.” You said annoyed but still moaning as he rammed into you over and over again.
He replied by moaning incomprehensible words. This position stimulated you differently but still so well, you felt one hand on your hip as the other unhooked your top, letting it flop onto the floor and exposing your back to him. He bent over you, leaving a trail of kisses all the way up your back to your neck, causing a loud moan that sounded more like a long whine to erupt out of you, catching you both off guard.
“Oh~ interesting…” He teased. You felt his hands both rest tightly around your waist, making sure he hit the bottom with each thrust as he started to relentlessly attack your neck, licking, biting and sucking on it, making the moans, already numerous, never stop coming out of your mouth. You felt yourself clenching around him and he felt it too, indicating to him when he was doing a good job.
“Sh%$👄!#t Jax I’m gonna come again…” You pleaded.
“Please do!” He replied enthusiastically while getting more focused into your fucking.
Your moans getting higher were a great indicator of where you were at, and before you knew it you felt the knot in your stomach snap, releasing another huge wave of overwhelming pleasure, your tightness causing him to become overstimulated as well.
“Coming!” He managed to warn before you felt him fill you up once again, his deep moans music to your ear as his thrusts slowed down but preserved the same depth.
You were both panting messes, he pulled out of you as he fell backwards onto his back on the floor, you joined him immediately after as you slid off the table.
It took a good 5 minutes for you both to be able to form another sentence to the other.
“Holy crap that was amazing.” Sighed Jax looking up.
“Yeah…I guess you could say that.” You teased acting nonchalant.
“What does that mean?” He side-eyed you.
“Nothing…” You continued.
“No what is that supposed to mean?” He pushed.
“Nothing it was great!” You chuckled, this time being honest but he couldn’t tell.
“Are you saying that just so you can get a round 2~?” He said provokingly.
“Maybe…” You smiled as you both got up, putting your clothes back on.
“Well, that can be arranged!” He suggested enthusiastically. “Come to my room tonight.” He winked.
“I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule~” You taunted.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll fit right in…” He pulled you close. “But for now…let’s go murder everyone!”
“Yeah!” You shouted as you both left the room, joining the others back into the game.
Thank you for reading, I try when I write to use quotes or citations from the actual material so it feels more immersive but I honestly can't tell if people would notice that or not. Either way thanks <3 o/
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Stiles Stilinski has always been a hopeless romantic, like when he was little and he would read fairy tales and picture himself as the princess rather than the prince. He would imagine a handsome prince, with kind eyes and a warm smile coming to rescue him; take him to a place where he could be free to be who he was. When he got older, he was still that hopeless romantic, but it was buried underneath layers of other things. Sarcasm, fear, humor. He didn’t want a prince, no he’d rather have a guy who was secure in who he was, someone who would love him loudly. The problem with that is, Stiles would have to love himself in the way that he wants someone else to love him. And Stiles has never been good at loving himself. Which is why when he got a text at 3am, he grabbed his car keys instead of turning off his phone.
It was a simple text, a “come to my place” from a number that should’ve been blocked. Instead, it was under a contact name, one with bold letters that said, ‘DO NOT ENGAGE’. Stiles woke up, rolled over with his eyes squinted as he processed the words and for a split second, he thought about going back to sleep. But who would ever stop someone from waltzing back into rekindled flames? After all Stiles knows the steps like he knows the birthmarks scattered across his past lover’s body. The drive over was a blur, the lights from the city like a messy watermark as the radio played some sad song. The kind of song you listen to with a cigarette in your hand, and a gun next to you. The car came to a slow stop, the dark loft coming into view like a looming reminder of self-loathing. Stiles turns off the car, and with every step up those stairs his stomach churns like it knows something’s about happen, that shouldn’t happen. The porch light flickers on, and the door opens as Stiles comes face to face with the love of his life, as well as the one who breaks him into pieces every time.
“Hey.” It’s one word, something simple, but it lands between the two men like a bomb waiting to go off.
“You came.” Derek’s voice came out rough and low, almost hesitant like he didn’t think Stiles would come. Not after last time.
“You texted me.” Stiles raises an eyebrow, his hand twitching as he pulls down his hoodie sleeve to calm the bubbling nerves. “Of course I came- “Stiles pauses, debating if he should admit the next part or shove it down deep where no one would find it. “I always come back.” And he knows it sounds almost pathetic, needy- but he thought that what they once had was immortal. It felt like love at first sight, the kind where time stops and you know it’s legendary; because something so rare and fated creates an experience you’ll never have again. Derek holds out his hand, and Stiles immediately takes it and lets himself be pulled into the dark loft. Then it was roaming hands, soft whispers, and two bodies coming together like they were never apart.
Stiles stares at the ceiling, the bedsheet slung over his hips as he rests his head on his hands. Derek’s somewhere in the loft, probably making bitter coffee and pretending what just happened was something fleeting. And Stiles lays there feeling nauseous, wondering how it got to this point. At the beginning it was almost fairytale like, it moved fast. The connection felt immediate and powerful, a forever kind of love that was all consuming; possible even impulsive and reckless. He knows the relationship is over, but it doesn’t feel dead. Not when late at night, he still gets those dreaded and well-loved texts from Derek. Stiles feel haunted, always grieving a love that isn’t resting peacefully; it’s unresolved- lingers.
“Did you want toast or something?” Derek’s voice echoes down the hall, piercing Stiles’ ear like an unwelcoming, but warm melody. “I also don’t have cream, so you’re okay with black coffee, right?” Another seemingly simple question, but to Stiles it’s a stab wound with a heated knife being twisted.
“Sure.” One word, and he’s not even sure Derek could hear it because he’s not even sure he said it. Stiles doesn’t like black coffee, always said that he’d rather sit through a five-hour STEM lecture than drink that bitter liquid. He also doesn’t like toast, not after he got high one time with Isaac and ate a whole loaf of bread. Stiles told Derek that story one night, when the brown liquor was flowing and the stars were finally aligned. It causes him to lose his breath, because Derek might be the love of his life, but he was also a personified contradiction. The first time Stiles met Derek, it was when he was in a rough spot- failing classes, barely waking up every morning, always being watched by his friends. And Derek was the perfect man; it was like he was wearing a suit and tie and fell out of the storybook pages Stiles loved when he was younger. But that façade crumbled, and the truth began to peek out like stubborn pimples that won’t go away. Lydia would always call Derek a lowdown boy, when she was comforting Stiles after yet another heartbreak. But to Stiles he was also a stand-up guy, because Derek knew how to be good, even if it was all pretend. It was heaven and hell within the same breath, and Stiles was always a sucker for both extremes.
Stiles hears footsteps, and he sits up, propped on his elbow as he looks at Derek. The man who’s standing in the doorway with two mugs of coffee, and a plate of toast to accompany them. He opens his mouth to say something, until Derek sets down the mugs on the nightstand and crawls back into bed. His hand cupping Stiles jaw, cradling it so gently as he placed a soft kiss on his lips. Stiles melts into it, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets his back be pushed into the mattress. It’s messy, needy, and full of unsaid things until Derek pulls away with an almost sad smile.
“You need to leave soon, I have things to do later, and I need to get some rest.” Derek speaks like it’s not a big deal, like it’s normal for him to fuck Stiles and then push him to leave like a bittersweet one-night stand. Stiles blinks, his mouth parting as he feels his heart tightening before completely shattering.
“Oh yeah, okay.” Stiles murmurs as he swings his legs over the bed and pulls on his sweatpants. “I can leave now; it’s not a big deal besides I have work in the morning.” His eyes find the clock, the big red letters flashing 4 AM like a warning sign. Stiles doesn’t have work in the morning, he in fact has nothing to do later. Derek calls his name, and Stiles turns halfway out of the bedroom door, and has an almost hopeful look on his face. But it drops, as Derek shakes his head and says it’s nothing. Stiles musters up a small nod, as he walks out of the loft and towards his baby blue jeep. As soon as he makes it inside, the door closes and the sob that leaves his mouth is earth shattering. Tears streaming down like bullets, his chest constricting as his closed hand tries to rub his chest. Stiles’ head falls back against the headrest, his eyes burning with water as his hands squeeze the steering wheel- his knuckles turning white like the moon that’s shining down.
He makes the drive back home, all of it a blur of despair and sadness as he pulls up to his apartment complex. His feet dragging against the concrete, his shoulders sagging and if anyone looked at him right now- all they’d see is a hollow husk of a man. He unlocks the door and lets it slam shut as he slumps down on the couch. The TV still playing some trashy show at low volume, the lamp flickering like it’s deciding whether to stay on or go out. Hours pass by, but Stiles doesn’t move; no, he stays on that couch until his bones are aching and the tears can no longer fall. He’s so tired of lying to himself. He tries to keep pretending Derek’s feelings were real, but it’s getting harder to ignore that he’s just someone Derek calls; never someone that Derek would want to keep. He wants to know who would tell him the truth, because it’s not his friends- the same people who walk on eggshells in fear that Stiles will completely break. His mind drifts to all the impressionist painting of Heaven, that turned out to be fake. The nights where Derek would promise things that Stiles wanted to hear, the picture-perfect family, a shared home with a stupid white picket fence, marriage and shared pets. But Stiles realized after the fifth time of hearing those whispers, that they were just pretty words, a hazy dream that wasn’t real nor solid.
Stiles gets up when the first sound of birds chirping reaches his ears as he forces himself into the bathroom. One of the beer bottles shattering against Stiles’ foot, and he doesn’t even remember drinking it. But Stiles hasn’t been remembering a lot of things lately. The water is scalding, steaming rising to the ceiling as Stiles sits on the porcelain floor. His back tomato red from the hot water, his knees to his chest as he sits there numbly. It’s almost poetic, the water being the temperature of hell. Because Derek didn’t just fail Stiles, no he damaged him and left marks that couldn’t be washed away by time. Stiles wants to believe that Derek doesn’t mean to hurt him, but he did. Over and over again. Stiles always knew his fatal flaw of loyalty would bite him in the ass one day. Someone once said a con man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme, and when Stiles first heard it, he let out a laugh. Because who would ever fall for such a blatant scheme. Except he became the fool, who took the offer Derek gave him every time- a version of love that Derek knew he’d never follow through with.
The water finally shut off, once it turned arctic as Stiles stumbled out of the shower and wrapped a towel around him. His eyes never look in the mirror, and when they do, he’s grateful it’s fogged up. Stiles doesn’t know if he’d be able to look at himself right now. He takes himself to bed, flopping down and sinking into the shitty mattress. The blinds are half open, letting in a soft glow from the sky and it almost feels suffocating. He tells himself not to do it, to just turn his phone off, pop some pills and go to sleep. But Stiles was never good at listening. His hands shake as he grabs his phone, the screen fuzzy as his thumb pulls up the text thread between him and Derek. It’s almost natural at this point how many times Stiles pulls up the old messages in hopes that maybe he could get back those moments. His eyes scan the text messages, and he knows he’s just making the stab wound deeper.
Messages of wedding rings, a few kids, peace that Derek promised. Derek was always good at that, painting futures and using his words to make everything seem real. Stiles looks at the last message sent, the word forever sticking out like a sore thumb as he feels bile rise. He turns off the phone and throws it across the room as he buries his face in the pillow. The ringing of his phone is loud, like a gunshot in a cathedral as he just ignores it. The buzzing going on for another few minutes before it becomes silent again, until it starts up again. And stupidly, a small part of him hopes maybe it’s Derek, as he stands up to retrieve the phone. But Lydia’s name flashes, and Stiles lets out a bitter laugh shaking his head. Of course it wouldn’t be Derek. Why would it be? Derek never calls unless he’s needing a quick fuck. He answers it, a hoarse ‘what’ comes out of his mouth and he’s not even sure that’s his voice. He winces when Lydia asks if he went over to Derek’s again, her voice laced with concern. Stiles doesn’t even get to answer because Lydia starts talking again; about how Stiles deserves better, how he deserves to move on and finally heal. But how can he? When the almost haunts him every night. The way Derek made it seem like he was so close to choosing him, and the memory just loops repeatedly even though it’s unwanted.
It’s not even hours later when the doorbell rings, and Stiles doesn’t move. He didn’t even make it back to the bed, he slumped against the wall with the phone on speaker and on the floor. Lydia eventually hung up, after she realized Stiles wasn’t talking. The doorbell rings again, the sound of a key unlocking the door reaches his ears. He knows he should get up, check who it is- but he really couldn’t give less than two fucks. His eyes lift to see a worried Scott, and a disappointed Lydia and he lets his eyes drop back down to the floor.
“Get him in bed, I’ll get some tea started and some food.” Lydia’s voice is soft, maternal as she turns towards the kitchen and Stiles feels himself being lifted by his best friend. Scott helps him to the bed, tucking him in like a sick child as he sits right next to him.
“Buddy, when was the last time you slept? Or even had water?” Scott murmurs, careful not to raise his voice as his eyes scan Stiles’ face, getting ready to look for the lie that’s bound to come out. Stiles never liked admitting weakness, even if it’ evident in his face. Stiles doesn’t answer and that’s enough for Scott, who sighs and stands up. Probably to go meet Lydia in the kitchen and update her. Stiles rolls on his side, his eyes now trained on the open window, the summer breeze of Beacon Hills pushing into the bedroom. Stiles wondering if the ghosts of the good times feel pity for him. If they watch him from the window, if they feel embarrassed that he’s not able to do anything for himself anymore.
He hears Lydia’s footsteps, muffled against the carpet as she walks into the room with a sad expression. He knows she hates seeing him like this, and it kills him, he’s putting his friends through this. But it’s impossible to do breathe, to eat, to sleep when the illusion is finally gone. The love that he thought Derek had for him wasn’t real, not really- at least not in the way Stiles needed or even wanted. Now as his friends fret over him, forcing him to eat some bland food and drink tea, he’s just internally suffocating over the dead weight of what should’ve been. Scott says he’ll stay for a couple of hours, that he’ll just watch TV and be here in case Stiles needs anything. But Stiles needs a lot of things, he needs peace, he needs love, he needs to forget Derek fucking Hale ever existed. But the universe could never be that kind to him. His phone goes off, and he reaches for it until Scott grabs it. Stiles studies Scott’s reaction, and the sickly feeling he has every time Derek texts starts to wrap around his spine.
“No, don’t delete it.” Stiles almost yells out, the pounding in his head as he grabs the phone from Scott. He ignores his best friend’s look, because he knows it’s pity and disappointment wrapped in one look. Stiles knows he should let it stay buried, stop digging up this love, but it’s impossible. Because at one point it was legendary, it was momentary. And how can you just forget that? Especially when it consumes years of your life. He reads the text; it’s something vague about how they can’t meet up for a while. That he has pack duties, that he’s doing it for Stiles’ protection. It’s gut wrenching, because Derek always makes it sound brave, always makes himself noble for doing the ‘right thing’ when it was really just fear. Derek might be an Alpha, but he didn’t fight for this. No, he just ran because loving another man; especially a human one would be too much for Derek to handle.
“Stiles, buddy come on you need to get some sleep.” Scott tries his best, he holds out two sleeping pills with a glass of water and Stiles looks like he’s about to refuse but in the end he just sighs. Stiles takes the medicine with a small thank you, as Scott nods and sits on the chair in the corner of the room. Some book opened and Stiles knows it’s just for show, it’s so Scott can watch him to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. Eventually he loses the battle, and his eyes finally flutter shut before he slips into sleep. Stiles used to never dream, but lately it’s been the same one recurring. Dreams of a life built in clouds, in happiness and love. Stiles and Derek on a porch swing, glasses of lemonade watching their daughter play in the sun. Until it morphs into a gulf of fire. Usually lit by Derek holding a match in his hands, and all that’s left is Stiles on his knees in a pit of darkness. His body cold, shivering, and he realizes that Derek will always be the love of his life. But he’ll also always be the loss of his life.
bf! luke notices your liking towards his biceps dvdr by @ seulzitos
you're sitting on the grass watching luke practice sword fighting with some kid from the opposing cabin. the sun's beating down and you're trying to stay in the shade of this old oak tree, but honestly you keep getting distracted by the way luke's muscles flex every time he swings his sword.
god, you feel like such a creep just staring at him like this, but you can't help it. his biceps are just... gods, they're perfect. the way they tense up when he blocks an attack, how they ripple under his tan skin when he goes for a particularly aggressive strike. you're pretty sure you're drooling at this point.
"nice try, but you're too slow," luke calls out to the younger kid, lowering his sword. his chest is rising and falling heavily, and there's sweat dripping down his arms. you bite your lip and try to look anywhere else, but your eyes keep drifting back to those damn arms of his.
the kid groans and wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. "can we take a break? i'm dying out here."
"yeah, sure thing," luke says, sticking his sword in the ground. "go grab some water. we'll pick this up in like ten minutes."
the kid nods and jogs off toward the dining pavilion, leaving you and luke alone under the tree. luke walks over to you, and you quickly look down at the book in your lap, pretending like you've been reading this whole time instead of ogling your boyfriend.
"hey, babe," he says, plopping down next to you on the grass. he's still breathing hard from practice, and you can smell his cologne mixed with sweat. it shouldn't be as attractive as it is, but here you are, trying not to melt into a puddle.
"hi," you say back, still not looking up from your book. you're pretty sure you're holding it upside down at this point, but whatever.
luke chuckles and you can feel him looking at you. "whatcha reading?"
"uh.." you glance down at the cover. "mythology stuff. boring camp required reading, you know."
"uh-huh." there's something in his voice that makes you finally look up at him. he's got this knowing smirk on his face, and his dark eyes are twinkling with mischief. "you sure you were reading? because i could've sworn i saw you staring at something else."
your cheeks immediately burn red. "i don't know what you're talking about."
"really?" he leans closer. "because it looked like you were checking out my arms."
"i was not," you protest, but your voice comes out all squeaky and unconvincing.
luke laughs, and it's that low, rumbly laugh that makes your stomach do weird flips. "babe, you're a terrible liar. you've been staring at my biceps for the past twenty minutes."
you want to deny it again, but honestly, what's the point? he caught you red-handed. "okay, fine. maybe i was looking a little bit."
"a little bit?" he raises an eyebrow. "you looked like you were about to start drooling."
"shut up," you mumble, shoving his shoulder playfully. big mistake, because now your hand is on his arm and you can feel how solid and warm his muscles are under your palm.
luke notices your reaction immediately. his smirk gets even wider, and before you know what's happening, he's moving behind you. "you know what? since you like them so much..."
suddenly his arm is around your neck, pulling you back against his chest in the most gentle headlock you've ever experienced. it's not tight or uncomfortable at all – more like he's just giving you an excuse to be close to his bicep.
"luke, what are you doing?" you laugh, but you're not exactly complaining. his arm is right there, literally right next to your face, and you can see every little detail. the way his veins stand out slightly under his skin, how his muscles are perfectly defined without being too bulky, the light dusting of hair on his forearms.
"giving you a better view," he says, and you can hear the grin in his voice. "this is what you wanted, right?"
you try to act annoyed, but honestly, you're in heaven. "you're such an ass."
"maybe, but you love it." he flexes his bicep slightly, and you have to bite back a little whimper. "go ahead, you can touch if you want. i know you're dying to."
"you’re so weird—" but even as you're protesting, your hand is already reaching up to trace along his arm. his skin is warm and slightly damp from practice, and when you press your fingers against his bicep, it's like touching solid marble.
"damn," you breathe out without thinking.
luke chuckles, and you can feel the vibration in his chest against your back. "like what you feel?"
you're too busy exploring the contours of his arm to be embarrassed anymore. "how are you even real? like, what the fuck, luke. this is not fair."
"what's not fair?"
"you can't just walk around looking like this and expect me to function normally," you say, squeezing his bicep gently. "it's distracting."
"good to know i have that effect on you." he presses a kiss to the top of your head, still keeping you in that loose headlock. "you know, if you wanted to feel my arms, you could've just asked. you didn't have to sit there staring like a creep."
"i wasn't being a creep!"
"babe, you were practically undressing me with your eyes."
you groan and hide your face against his arm. "okay, fine. maybe i have a thing for your biceps. are you happy now?"
"extremely happy," he says, and you can hear how pleased he sounds. "i work hard for these, you know. it's nice to know they're appreciated."
"oh, they're definitely appreciated," you mumble against his skin.
you stay like that for a while, just enjoying the closeness and the excuse to touch him. luke's arm is still around your neck, but it's more like a hug now than a headlock. his other hand is playing with your hair, and you're pretty sure you could fall asleep like this.
"you're ridiculous," you say eventually, but there's no heat behind it.
"and you're obsessed with my arms," he shoots back. "guess we're perfect for each other."
summary: In which you reject seven minutes in heaven with Luke Castellan in Truth or Dare (or Drink), so he brings heaven down to you instead.
tags / content warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+. smut, human au, college au, rough sex, slight oral fixation, cunnilingus (Luke eats you out three times), panty stealing, eating through panties, face riding, multiple orgasms, no protection, breeding, hickeys / marks, dom!Luke, some of the characters’ ages are changed to fit more into college, no use of y/n, not proofread
words: 7.9k
author's note: my longest one yet omg what the heck. i keep writing luke in college parties i'm so sorry. i also realized that i kept writing luke as a sub so here is dom luke! not proofread bc i have a midterm to study for lol
College is fun, well at least how it’s depicted in the movies. The usual college life offers you are deadlines, final exams, and a bunch of group projects you’re too jaded to care about. So the moment your friends invited you to go to a party with them, you took the chance immediately. You’ve been craving excitement in your life, what better way than a party full of strangers? Which now brings you here, at your common college party, surrounded by freshmen and seniors alike, cups either filled to the brim or empty of alcohol, and people, likely strangers to each other, making out in unsuspecting hallways. This is the life.
Your friends are anywhere but beside you, which undoubtedly makes you feel alone but you’re also grateful you don’t have to see them smooch off with some random boys. It also made perfect sense to you that Silena and Clarisse would run off somewhere. They were freshmen after all, your juniors back in high school who somehow made their way back to you. This was their first ever taste of the fun side of college life, and it was technically your first party in a while too, but three years into university and everything adventurous to first years are now part of the nuances and mundanities of your daily life.
You were standing alone in one of the better-lit areas of the party house: the bar that held the punch bowl and the beer kegs. You were biting on the rim of your plastic cup which has long been void of liquor, trying to either think of what to do or distract yourself from thinking at all. That was until your other friend, Thalia Grace, nudged you on the shoulder. She had this puzzled look on her face with a very slight hint of disappointment. “Why aren’t you going out there? Go, have some fun, doofus.” You rolled your eyes jokingly. “I’d honestly rather not.” you replied.
One thing about Thalia was that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She tugged at your left arm in an attempt to drag you away from the bar. “Come on, they’re playing Truth or Dare near the staircase. You could manage that much fun at least?” You looked at her and sighed in defeat. You knew you weren’t going to win this anyway. You set your cup down on the counter and let Thalia lead you to the most cliché party game of all.
There were about twelve different people in that circle, some familiar faces and some you don’t recognize. What you did notice though was that the circle was devoid of all the couples you knew. Clarisse and Chris weren’t there, neither were Silena and her boyfriend, Charles Beckendorf. You looked around and found the four of them situated on the couch, simply waiting for the game to start. The fact that taken people weren’t in this circle set your stomach off.
One of the guys in the circle then started speaking. “So, we’re playing Truth or Dare or Drink,” you look a bit stunned. It was the first time you were hearing this variation of the infamous party game. “The rules are simple. It’s just your regular truth or dare game as per usual, but it gives you the option to refuse a truth or a dare, but in exchange you have to drink the strongest, and honestly a pretty disgusting, mixture made by yours truly.”
You’re both weirded out and piqued by this retrogressed version of truth or dare. Where is the fun in having the option to avoid the truth or the dare? But then again, how bad are the truths and the dares for you to opt for that disgusting concoction? Now you’re nervous. An empty bottle of beer is placed in the middle of the circle, and the guy who introduced the game spins the bottle. A few rounds of this happens.
It first landed on a guy you know as Michael Yew, also a freshman. You recognize him from the freshmen welcoming party for your college, but you don’t know much about him. He chose truth, but that’s about as far as you listened. You don’t know why, but you keep unintentionally tuning out the entire game, which you find odd because the entire reason why you even went to the party anyway was to have some fun. This was supposed to be the fun. The next few spins just had you aimlessly staring at who it points to and watching them either say their truth or do their dare. No one came close to choosing the mixture.
The bottle spins again, and like the prior spins your eyes follow who it’s pointed to. You look up to see a guy with a familiar face and unmistakable dark curly hair and piercing eyes. In college, you had your friends, likely a small friend group. For you, you had Thalia and your group of third year friends, and you had your underclassmen. But the thing about college is that your social circle really doesn’t stop there, unlike in high school where it really is more stratified. Thalia introduces you to a lot of other people, some were her friends from org, while some were her friends from high school. The guy your eyes locked to was one of them. His name was Luke Castellan.
In all honesty, you barely knew the guy. Whenever he and Thalia meet in the hallways, with you tagging along of course, he’d simply nod at you and divert his attention back to your mutual friend. There was a point in time that you thought they looked cute together and you asked Thalia why they weren’t together. “He’s just a friend!” she’d reply, which you found weird because this man was the word attractive incarnate. He was tall, dark, and handsome alright, with a similarly attractive smile plastered on his face at almost all times.
“Truth.” Luke responded to the bottle’s unspoken question. For the first time since the game started, you actually paid attention to the question. People in the crowd were thinking of questions to ask Luke while you stayed quiet, patiently waiting for the next voice to make itself known. Then, some random guy asks, “Out of all of the girls in this circle, who’d you sleep with?” Half of the circle and the surrounding audience erupted in little giggles like they were children hearing the word “ass” for the first time. Did Luke have some kind of reputation? It was a very juvenile response to an equally juvenile question, you thought.
He just smiles shyly and looks around the circle, looking at every girl in the face with absolute scrutiny. Then his eyes locked in on Thalia, who was right beside you. You were sure he was gonna answer her, you’ve always felt the energy somehow. You anticipated your answer to be correct like you were playing Who Wants To Be a Millionaire instead of truth or dare or drink. You looked at Luke intensely, something you didn’t notice you were doing but he did.
As he was about to answer, he looked away from Thalia at the last minute and his eyes maneuvered towards your direction. “Her.” he says while pointing at you, not even bothering to name you. It took you a while to process what he had just done, but the moment you realize what he just admitted to a circle full of almost all strangers, you feel heat creep up your cheeks. Luke Castellan, a man you’ve barely interacted with, who is also your best friend’s best friend, just admitted that out of a circle full of other girls you deem more attractive than you, he would choose to fuck you.
Thalia immediately nudges you on the shoulder with her own, giggling and teasing you. You looked over at her and you could see that her teasing was as genuine as the morning sun. Did Luke tell her about liking you? Or at the very least that he found you attractive? You couldn’t deduce anything except that you were thankful Luke chose a truth instead of a dare. The rest of the circle hollers and teases, tossing words like “Nice one, Castellan” and continuous woos around. You then look at Luke who’s shooting you a smirk, and you feel yourself get even more embarrassed.
The hype in the circle soon dies down as the bottle is then spun again. The next three rounds of spinning weren’t enough to distract you from what just happened, but the next spin does. The end of the bottle conspicuously lands on you, and everyone darts their eyes towards you. Like you were the star of the show that they were waiting to interview. It was Luke’s voice that broke the tension away from you. “Truth or dare, sweetheart?” That voice. That godforsaken sultry voice laced with underlying sweetness and mockery had just asked you a question.
You refused to look Luke in the eyes and just answered, “Truth,” in a surprisingly calm voice. A small group in the crowd then makes sounds of disappointment. “We’ve gotten four truths consecutively. Come on, sweetheart, choose dare!” said a guy in the crowd, emphasizing sweetheart through the same tone Luke used to say it. Oh, so this was the peer pressure you didn’t experience in high school. Somehow, it eluded your adolescent years and made its way to your supposedly less dramatic college years. How nice.
You got the courage to look up at Thalia, hoping maybe she’d save you, but to no avail. She nodded her head to you, encouraging you to take the dare. You took a deep breath and replied in the most defeated tone known to man, “Fine, dare.” The group then goes up in noises and hollers again. From that alone, you could already hear their dare before any of them even spoke. “Seven minutes in heaven for you and Luke, sweetheart!” That nickname is definitely sticking for some reason.
You looked at Luke, shooting him the same stare you did Thalia, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’d decline. Instead of showing you something you’d call mercy, he got up from his place, took off his jacket which revealed to you his well-toned muscles (which is wow by the way), and he extended his hand towards you, gesturing for you to take it like he was offering you the deal of a lifetime.
You swallow the lump in your throat and blankly look at him. Okay, it’s not that you didn’t want to. Again, you’ve always found Luke attractive, but what was shocking you was that he allegedly reciprocated those thoughts. And truth be told, you weren’t that experienced with making out or sex for that matter. You weren’t a virgin, but from what you could gather from how Luke acts and how people regard him, he has way more experience than you’ll ever get in your lifetime maybe. You didn’t want him to see that side of you. Besides, he was Thalia’s best friend. After this party, you were bound to meet each other again and you just weren’t up for those hypothetical awkward situations.
Luke was still in front of you, waiting for you to take his hand. You could tell people were expecting you to take his hand too. The pressure bubbling in your head and the heat accumulating on your cheeks forced you to say your next few words without you thinking about them properly. “I’ll drink!” You weren’t looking around but you could practically feel the looks of disbelief burning through every inch of your body. Wow, you managed to disappoint an entire circle of people and the surrounding audience with two words, yay you!
Luke retracts his arm and makes his retreat back to his place on the floor. You still wouldn't look at him directly. “Well, someone finally chose the drink but it was during the spiciest dare? Come on!” a girl in the group says. A few moments later, you find yourself being handed the cup of the mysterious concoction. Yeah, you’d rather have whatever this was than for Luke Castellan to remember your lips on his. You hesitate a bit, but you eventually chug the drink.
Your chugging seemed to assuage the crowd from their initial disappointment with your decision because they started shouting “Chug! Chug! Chug!” until you reach the bottom of the solo cup. You felt like you were about to vomit out everything you just took in, but you forced yourself to take it like a champ. The drink tasted like a mixture of three different vodkas, beer, a citrus you definitely couldn’t identify, then something sweet at first but then spicy after for some reason. Whatever was in there, it achieved its goal: making you nauseous.
The crowd cheered you on, practically forgetting about the initial drama you caused, so you tried to stand (sit) tall, feigning that the drink didn’t affect you. You managed to succeed, but there was a pair of eyes that couldn’t seem to be pleased with you. You looked towards the direction of that stare and found yourself meeting eyes with Luke Castellan. He didn’t look angry nor sad, but he looked at you with such intensity. You could only offer him a small smile before diverting your attention back to the circle.
A few more rounds happen. People made out, a guy licked vodka from a girl’s chest, a girl was forced to balance a coin on her elbow. Whatever college students usually do at parties, it happened within that circle. You failed to look or acknowledge Luke for the rest of the game until it was eventually over. People started to get up, some went home while some went around the party house more. You were determined to make a beeline towards the door and get out of there, but Thalia stopped you.
“Wait, I have to go to the bathroom real quick. We can go home after I’m done, is that okay?” You wanted to send her an intense stare that would ideally signal “Hey I kinda wanna go though!” but you stop yourself and simply nod at her. She gives you a small smile and replies, “I’ll be quick. I promise.” And then she left your side to head for the bathroom. You examine your surroundings and decide to wait near the door. You were near but a bunch of college students still crowded the place so you still felt a distance between you and your so-called freedom.
You lean on the wall and scroll your phone as you kill time waiting for Thalia. You then feel a presence beside you, so you instinctively speak. “Hey, you ready to go—” you stop before you’re able to finish your sentence. Standing beside you wasn’t your best friend, but rather her’s. For the first time since after he extended his hand to you earlier, your eyes meet Luke Castellan’s. Your breath hitches as you clutch your phone and stare up at him. Yeah, definitely tall, dark, and handsome.
“Hi, sweetheart.” he says in the same sultry voice as earlier. You try not to let him affect you. “Hello, Luke.” He begins to play with the ends of your hair, rubbing them in between his fingers. You didn’t really mind, but it did make you a bit embarrassed. You haven’t been this close to Luke ever. The most you guys do is nod at each other in the hallways. Well, okay, maybe not. You catch yourself looking at him whenever he joins your group of friends with Thalia. He’s hot, okay?
He suddenly breaks the silence. “Did I do something wrong?” You stare up at him, not really processing his question. “Uhm, what?” He sighs heavily and crosses his arms. “Did I do something to you? I seem to recall you avoiding me like the plague earlier.” Oh, that. Of course, it was that. “That wasn’t anything personal, Luke.” You can tell by his face that he does believe you, but he’s not satisfied with your answer. He simply nods, and for some reason this irks you. Then you remember he kind of owes you an explanation for something too.
“Is it true?” you ask him, which catches him off guard. “What is?” he replies. “What you said earlier during truth or dare… W-would you actually…” He looks away as he smiles at the question you’re unable to finish. “What? Would I actually fuck you?” It was your turn to be caught off guard as his straightforward answer juxtaposes your hesitative question. Again, you try not to show that his answer fazed you. “Well?”
He scoffs and looks directly at you for a second before he leans towards your face. You were honestly fully expecting him to kiss you, which of course doesn’t happen. Instead he brings his lips near your ears and whispers, “It was a truth, wasn’t it? I don’t lie, sweetheart.” You feel your knees go weak at his breath hitting your ear. If you were blushing during the game, you couldn’t imagine what you looked like right now. But he wasn’t done.
“Do you want me to prove it to you? That I’m not lying?” You didn’t need a degree to figure out what that meant. For whatever reason, this conversation with him felt like a competition and he was winning. You didn’t like that. “Why me, Luke?” Your head doesn’t move to face him; he was still inched near your ear. Any movement from you and your lips would touch his skin, which you believe would only add fuel to the fire. He moves back away from your ear, but his eyes immediately find yours. “You’re hot, sweetheart. Nobody ever told you that?”
Maybe you just barely went around meeting people or your self-esteem was just below hell, but in the three years you’ve been in college, no guy has ever called you hot. Sure you were called cute and pretty, especially by your friends and some guys just trying to be nice, but this was the first time you’ve ever been regarded like that. The first time you’ve been, let’s say, deemed fuckable by a guy who wasn't someone you were dating.
You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t turned on just a little bit right now. His deep and alluring voice mixed with the way his breath hits your skin and the way he stares at you so intensely. Is this what lost sailors at sea feel when they encounter sirens? Consider yourself entranced by whatever spell Luke Castellan was casting on you. Your inability to reply causes Luke to assume that your answer was “no”, which it ultimately was. “Really? Not a single guy has ever told you you’re hot?” he asks as if you not being called attractive was the least believable thing ever.
“Stop trying to flatter me.” you replied to him. You were getting extremely flustered at this point, causing you to look down, once again unable to meet his eyes. You were fiddling with your fingers in order to distract yourself from what was happening before you. Suddenly, you feel his hand make contact with your chin as he forces you to look up at him. “I’m not flattering you, sweetheart. I told ya, I’m telling the truth.”
“We’ve barely talked up until this point, Luke. This is nonsense.” Luke is ultimately confused as to why you keep denying that he found you hot. Usually girls would bat their eyelashes at him or just take the compliment and own it. Not you though, which he found amusing. It gave him all the more reason to show you how much of a catch you were (at least to him). “That doesn’t seem to stop you from ogling at me.” And he bites back. “I… I do not.” He scoffs again, laughing a little at the end at your little remark.
“Oh please, sweetheart, you practically undress me with your eyes everytime I hang out with you and your friends.” You feel yourself becoming smaller and meeker as this conversation continues. So he notices you staring, huh? “Sorry…” His head turns to face you as if surprised by your response. “Oh, don’t say sorry, sweetheart. I find that hot, too.” As if that wasn’t enough, he leans back again to your ear and whispers, “Do you want to try actually undressing me, sweet girl?” You’re hot and bothered at this point. If you weren’t in the middle of a party house you were afraid as to what you’d let Luke Castellan do to you. You can feel your chest go up and down, your heart beating fast and loud.
“We’d still see each other after, Luke. I… I don’t think I could just forget it ever happened… if it does.” Those were your true fears, aside from the fact that the last time you had sex was likely a year ago. You don’t have sex with strangers, unfortunately, and your last boyfriend broke up with you well over a year ago. He leaves the side of your face to look at you and he grabs your hand and places a kiss on it. “We don’t have to forget about it, sweetheart.”
You’re hesitant but you know you want to. This is the action, the excitement you’ve been craving for. Maybe Luke was playing with you just to get into your pants. Maybe he was going to forget all about you after this. But at the moment you could care less. You were drunk with alcohol, especially after that horrendous mixture from earlier. You were sure as fuck that you were wet with what Luke Castellan had been whispering in your ear for the past few minutes. You haven't had sex in so long, too long actually. And again, this hot man you’ve been, in his terms, undressing with your eyes was right in front of you, willingly telling you he’d love to fuck you into the mattress. It truly was hard to say no.
“Can you promise me I won’t just be a quick fuck to you?” He looks into your eyes and smiles, kissing your hand again. “Promise.” You might regret that, but you don’t care. You needed the reassurance to push you forward, but you would’ve done it even if he said no, and that was your flaw. But you really don’t care anymore. Luke places a kiss on your forehead which he smiles into, which just augments the fluttering beating of your heart and encourages the small side of you that was still clinging onto his promise.
You really should have done your research on this party. Luke had led you upstairs with no hesitation, but you had the apprehension at the back of your head that you were about to fuck in some random person’s room. Luke saw the fear in your face and knew exactly what you were thinking, so he quickly said, “Relax, it’s my room.” Gods. So that’s why everyone knew who he was. Luke wasn’t just famous on campus or had a reputation. Luke was the host.
He opened the last door in the hallway and led you inside, quickly shutting it as you went in. Luke then faces you and you feel the tension in the air thicken. He starts walking towards you which you respond to by walking backwards until your foot hits the end of his bed, forcing you to sit down. Luke then towers over you, taking in the sight of you below him before capturing your lips on his. One thing about the way Luke kissed you was that you could tell he was hungry; he was practically eating your face. It was sloppy, but the good kind. The kind you expect from a drunk college boy who has been waiting for this moment.
He gently pushes you down on the bed until you lay flat on your back and he’s completely on top of you. His lips taste of cherries, probably from the ones mixed with the alcohol downstairs. You were undoubtedly getting addicted to the taste, enjoying the way his lips moved along with yours, and the way he sucked and bit into your lips from time to time. While one of his hands supported his weight, his other hand made its way to your chest, gently squeezing on your tit. This causes you to gasp in surprise, which Luke takes advantage of as he slips his tongue into your mouth. His tongue explores all that it can, suckling on your own, only separating from you to take in small gasps of air then it’s back into your mouth.
The makeout session was hot and heavy, his hand continuing to squeeze, paw, and massage your breasts while he ravaged your mouth with his own. But you were getting unbelievably antsy. With how much Luke was enjoying making out with you, you’d think that was what he only wanted. You pulled away which causes an unsatisfied groan to leave Luke. He doesn’t wait for an explanation from you as his lips quickly latch onto your neck, opting to attack your skin with red marks instead.
You gasp and a moan leave you as he attacks your neck, suckling on the skin as he did your tongue and lips. “Luke… please.” You were whining and begging. That along with your small gasps and moans made his dick twitch in his pants. You felt him grind onto you a little bit, making you feel his hard cock against your crotch. You wanted it so bad. With one last kiss and suck on your neck, Luke kisses your lips once more before taking off your shirt. He smirks at the sight of your black bra as he effortlessly tugs down your skirt, revealing your matching black panties.
He licks all over your exposed chest before biting down on the fabric of your bra, pulling it down to reveal your tits. He practically slobbers all over them sucking on your left tit, then massaging your right. “A-ah…” He looks up at you and smirks as he continues to suck on your tit, satisfied that he’s making you feel good. He leaves your tit with a pop, then goes back to leave kitty licks on your swollen nipple, then sucks again, then licks again, all the while pinching the other one. “L-Luke…” Your mewl signals him to finally actually leave your tits alone, and when he does, they’re as red and full of marks as your neck. He then leaves another kiss on your lips.
Luke slowly peppers kisses from your chest all the way down until he reaches the fabric of your black panties. Instead of immediately yanking them down, Luke presses a kiss on your core through the lace before prodding his tongue into it like an attempt to penetrate the black fabric. You lean your head back in pleasure as Luke eats you out through your panties, licking vigorously and with fervor as if his tongue was actually on your cunt. He adds to the building pressure on your stomach as two of his fingers begin to massage your clit through the fabric. You were moaning wantonly, feeling the wetness of his saliva through the lace as his tongue pokes into your pussy ever so slightly.
“Luke… c-can’t cum…” You were lying to yourself. You were absolutely capable of cumming just from this alone, and you were about to. But you wanted nothing more than for him to rip your panties and just fuck his tongue into you. Can’t help it, can you? A year without sex is bound to make you a little needy and a little antsy. “You’ll cum,” he manages to say in between licks. And cum you do. Your orgasm escapes you abruptly as you cum on your panties, eliciting a loud moan from the back of your throat. Luke licks it up with the same eager demeanor as he had initially eating you out. Once he’s finished, he places kisses in between your thighs, sucking on your skin to leave familiar red and purple marks on them.
As you were coming down from your high, like your bra, Luke’s teeth bit on the edge of your panties and pulled them all the way down. He throws them not too far and lavishes the look of your sweet cunt, wet with remnants of your slick and cum around it. It was perfect for him. You expected him to go back in and lick your pussy up, but instead he takes off his shirt before pulling you up, setting your hands on either side of his pants. “Told you, you’d undress me, sweet girl.” You bit your lip before fiddling with his button and zipper then tugging the waistband down.
The sight that awaits you is more delicious than you could have ever imagined. His bulge was so obvious through his boxers, and he was big and hard. You wet your lips with your tongue, and he chuckles, amused at your reaction. “You’ll get that later, sweet girl.” You look up at him confused. Later?
Before giving you the time to ask for an explanation, he then began to lie down on the bed, resting his head on the two pillows stacked on top of each other. You look back at him with the same confused look on your face. What does he want to do now? As if he heard your thoughts, he then says, “Come on and ride my face, sweetheart. All yours.”
He looked at you with heavy lidded eyes and a sly smirk on his face. He was serious. “I’ve never…. ridden anyone before, let alone someone’s face…” You say hesitantly, afraid he might judge you. You look away from him, a little embarrassed about your lack of experience. “Aw, that’s okay. C’mere, sweet girl.” Luke gestures for you to come over to him, so you crawl over until you’re straddling his thighs. His hands make their way to your thighs, massaging them as if to calm you down.
“Just sink down on my mouth, baby, and I’ll do the work,” he says too casually, “you can grind on my face. In fact, I’d love that.” He’s smirking at you again before sitting up from his initial laying down position to catch your lips in a quick kiss. After that, he’s situating himself back on the pillows. You bite your lip nervously, completely unsure if you should ride his face, but you did want to give it a try. Besides, Luke looked like he was about to plead for you to sit on his face if you didn’t willingly do it yourself the first time. So, you lifted your body up a bit to hover above his own as you made your way towards his face, your knees shifting around his white linen bed sheets.
Once your cunt was literally hovering above his mouth, you began to hesitate again. What if you crush him under your weight? What if you don’t do it well and he doesn't enjoy it? Your time spent thinking while gripping the headboard causes a second unsatisfied groan to leave Luke’s mouth, but he remains patient. “Do you not want to do it, sweetheart? It’s okay if—” you cut him off. “N-no, I do. It’s just, what if I don’t do well..?” A deep sigh escapes Luke. He couldn’t wait any longer. His hands snake their way onto either side of your hips, locking it in a tight grip as he pulls all of you down onto his face.
A particularly broken moan leaves you as his tongue finally prodded against your actual cunt. He licked long stripes across your pussy, causing a combination of moans and whines to emerge from the depths of your throat. He was too good at this. Luke then begins to give extra attention to your clit, licking and sucking on it like he did to your tits. He was full-on making out with your pussy like they were your own lips. While he was eating you out like a god, you suddenly remembered his suggestion. You then began to grind on his face, the movement working in tandem with the ministrations of his tongue, giving you an otherworldly pleasure you didn’t think you’d ever experience.
This was the heaven you would have experienced had you said yes earlier. That didn’t matter anymore. You had more than seven minutes now. Luke Castellan could eat you out for the rest of the night as much as he wanted. You were glad the party was still a little alive downstairs because the noises coming out of you were nothing but unholy. Let the music drown out your loud, broken moans and your continuous screams of Luke’s name. It made Luke a little sad though. No one was hearing you moan his name.
You were basically treating Luke’s mouth like it was your own personal toy, grinding your pussy hard on his tongue as you chased your high. “Luke, I— I’m gonna cum… again..!” You threw your head back from the pleasure, and all Luke did was suck, lick, and hum against your cunt. He honestly wanted to see your face contorted in pleasure, but guess he’ll have to wait for a better view later. Your high is even more intense than the last one.
Luke can feel your legs clench around his head and shake as you cum. Your chest heaves intensely, sweat dripping down your forehead and your tits. You were still slowly grinding your cunt on Luke’s face and he wasn’t one to complain. “So sweet, baby. You taste so good. Ugh, I could eat you until the day I die.” He eagerly lapped at your juices, humming as he tasted the essence of your sweet pussy again. He enjoyed and revelled in every single second of it.
After a few more kitty licks to your cunt, his grip on your hips tighten again as he hoists you away from his face. You were back to straddling his thighs as he sits up. You couldn’t see it clearly, but the light from his window illuminates his face a little bit. You see his chin absolutely smothered with your slick, and it was a hot sight. His chest was moving up and down while his mouth was agape, remnants of your cum visible on his mouth and chin. For the first time tonight, you were the one who pressed him into a kiss, inevitably tasting yourself on his tongue.
As you pull away from the kiss, Luke then flips the two of you over and now you’re back to your first position with you beneath him. He pushes some hair out of your face to see you clearly before he stands up from the bed. You prop your weight on your elbows to see what he’s doing, and he looks back to you at the notice of your movement. He smirks and says, “You want to do the honors for me, sweetheart?” You get up on the bed and crawl towards the edge of it. You sit down on top of your legs as your face levels with his abdomen. Your hands make their way to his waistband and you fiddle with it a little bit, feeling a little bashful.
“Don’t be shy now.” He says teasingly, and with that you pull down his boxers. To say he was big wouldn’t do him any justice. No, he was huge. His cock stood tall and hard, tip red and leaking precum. You couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of it. Luke begins to fist his cock slowly before he pushes you back down on the bed. “Spread your legs f’me, sweet girl.” You slowly spread your legs in front of him. You would’ve been eager if you weren’t so scared of how big he was.
He strokes his cock a bit more before dragging his tip along your slick folds, teasing your already sensitive cunt. “W-will it fit?” Luke looks up at you and meets your eyes filled with worry and excitement. He licks his lips before replying, “You’ll take it. You’ll take it so good, like a champ. Like you did with that drink, yeah?” He says all of this while still continuously dragging his tip along your pussy. All you could do was nod. Were you scared he wouldn’t fit? A little, yeah. But god, you wanted him inside of you so bad.
He sees you nod and smirks to himself. “Good girl,” he mutters. He then angles your hips a little higher and sheathes himself inside you with a quick thrust. A reverberating and guttural moan breaks out of your mouth as Luke enters you with no warning, your soft, tight pussy being broken in again as if it was your first time. You feel him pulsing inside you and you could feel yourself clench around him; you guys were the perfect match. Hitched breaths and a strangled moan come out of Luke as he stays inside you, buried to the hilt. He stills your hips with his grip as his lips quiver. “You’re so tight, f-fuck. Should’ve fucked you on my fingers first.”
Luke feels you clamp down on him hard which draws out a deep groan from within him. “D-don’t do that, baby. I won’t be able to control myself.” Luke closes his eyes before they open again and look down on you, a primal look slithering inside his pretty brown orbs. “Then don’t.” That response was all Luke needed before he began thrusting. His pace was fast and rough, but calculated. You could feel all of him in each thrust, but would empty out of you just as fast. You looked down to see where you were connected and your eyes were met with a prominent bulge appearing and disappearing on your lower stomach in tandem with Luke’s thrusts. Luke notices this too and chuckles in between his pants. He puts one hand over the bulge and gently presses down, prompting another strained moan out of you as you arch your back.
“Feel me there, sweet girl? I’m filling you up so good. God, you feel so fucking good around me.” Luke your forehead against his as he resumes his relentless pace. “F-fuck, Luke, you’re so deep inside me…” A mewl soon follows your cries, and your hands make their way to his back, making claw marks on his skin. He presses a kiss on your forehead and mutters, “I know” while continuing to pound into you like his life depends on it. Soon, you’re too cockdrunk to really say anything coherent. Luke fucks into you and you babble a set of words he can’t determine, and that’s what he likes to hear. He teases you a bit.
“What’s that, baby?” He then mocks your moans. You try to muster up the strength to argue back at him, but he thrusts hard with the obvious intent to shut you up. You babble more nonsense, moaning with pleasure as you feel his thick cock graze your cervix. He was inside you oh so deliciously deep. Your velvet walls clamped and clenched around him like he was always meant to be there, and he was. Luke felt like he could stay inside you until his very last breath. Luke’s hips were stuttering, unable to handle the way your pussy took him in, refusing to let him go.
The knot in your stomach threatens to snap any moment. You feel heat in your abdomen as the familiar ecstatic feeling creeps up your body. “Luke, I’m gonna…” He coos, pressing yet another kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips. “Cumming?” He says in a voice so sweet that was betrayed by his brutal pace. You couldn’t utter another word, the feeling of his cock hitting your walls shutting you up. You nod instead and he gets the memo.
His cock throbs violently inside you, signaling that he was also close. His thrusts lose their calculated edge as they become sloppy, obviously chasing his orgasm. “I– I can’t..!” With one final thrust from Luke hitting you, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let go completely for the third time tonight. Your back arches and your thighs once again begin to shake from the intense orgasm.
Luke wasn’t done, however. He continued to thrust into your oh so soft pussy, feeling you tighten around him from the orgasm. Your cum and slick lubricate his cock even more, motivating him to keep pounding into you like you were his personal fleshlight. You’ve been pleasured enough tonight; it was his turn now. “J-just a little more, sweet girl. Fuck, I love your pussy. S-so good to me…”
The overstimulation was getting to you as you were choking up whines that mixed with your moans. “T-too much, Luke…” He kisses your lips and forces his tongue inside your mouth again—an attempt to distract you from the overstimulation—as his grip on you tightens. After a few more thrusts, Luke releases his warm, sticky cum inside of you, filling you up to the very brim. You felt him throb inside of you as he painted your insides white. You felt full, and you were tired, the fatigue catching up with you because the adrenaline was finally dying down.
Luke pulls out and looks at amazement at his cock, which was coated in both his and your cum. Gods, he wanted to make you suck it, but he knew you didn’t have the energy, and he didn’t want to do that to you. Then his eyes wander off and catch sight of your pulsing pussy. It was clenching around nothing, like it was missing his cock inside of you. He couldn’t just leave her alone.
While you were staring up at the ceiling, trying not to pass out from the pleasure, you felt a tingle down there that you weren’t expecting. Luke’s warm tongue suddenly made contact with your pussy again, licking up your cum, as well as his. Unlike the first two times, he went slower and was more sensual. It felt more intimate rather than sexy, but it was still really hot. You whine from the overstimulation, yet your fingers still entangle themselves in his dark curls, egging him further. He mumbles in your cunt, “S’ry, baby. I’ll j’s clean you up.”
A few more licks from him and small moans from you, and he was finally done. If he kept going a bit more, you would have cum again, and you don’t think you’d be able to stay conscious for that one. Luke gets up and wipes his chin clean (but not really). You were too tired to protest, but your eyes tried to follow his movements. He came out of his bathroom with a damp towel and began to wipe down your face, then your arms, up until your thighs.
He throws the towel off somewhere and picks up something from the ground. You try to focus on what he was holding until you eventually recognize it to be… your black panties from earlier. Luke notices you staring at him holding them. “I’ll be keeping these for myself, sweetheart. A little prize for making you feel good tonight.” He winks and picks up his jeans from the floor, stuffing your panties into one of its pockets. You didn’t really care if he kept them. Heck, he could keep your bra, too.
“Luke, come to bed.” You attempt to get him beside you before you succumb to slumber. He smiles at you before picking up his shirt from the ground. Then, he walks towards you and puts the shirt on you, gently guiding your arms through the sleeves. He fixes the blanket on his bed and pulls it over the both of you before cuddling you in his arms. You barely notice it because of how tired you were, but just as your eyes closed, you felt Luke snuggle up to your hair, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. Oh, Luke.
After that, you don’t remember much. You doze off into a void before you even realize it, and so does Luke.
—
The next day, after the party, you woke up in Luke’s bed. You flutter your eyes open and find a snoring, naked Luke beside you. You remember the events of last night. You didn’t need his bare sexy back filled with marks to remind you of what happened. You hear a ringing sound and you attempt to get up from the bed to find the source, but you end up stumbling and falling into Luke’s gray carpeted floors as your knees shake like jelly.
You manage to sit up at least and crawl through the floor, deducing that the ringing is coming from your skirt’s back pocket. You don’t bother to look at the caller as you accept the call and put it on speaker. “Hello?” A coarse and groggy morning voice replaced your usual meek tone. “Where have you been?! I’ve been worried sick!” You instantly regret putting it on speaker as you hear Thalia practically scream at you through the other end. “I leave you for 5 minutes to go to the bathroom and you’re gone! I looked everywhere for you!”
You feel bad for making Thalia worry. A tipsy girl alone at a party suddenly disappearing is definitely terrifying, but then you realize something. “If you thought I was dead in a ditch somewhere, you would’ve called the police, yet here we are, Thalia. Why?” There’s a short pause on the other end of the line before Thalia replies. “... Someone said they saw you go up with Luke. I… I didn’t want to ruin the fun if you were having any. B-but you didn’t go home or call me! I’ve been calling since 4AM!” You laugh a bit at Thalia, but you were relieved to know how good of a best friend you landed.
“I spent the night at Luke’s.” You say with a little upstart in your voice, the most you can muster up so early in the morning. “Did he ask you out?” Thalia says flatly. Confusion makes its way to your face and tone of voice. “Ask me out?” You hear Thalia sigh before continuing her sentiments. “You know, I’ve been waiting for that doofus to finally get the courage to ask you out. He’s been egging me to set you up with him for months now. Now, you’re telling me he fucked you first before he even asked you out? Unbelievable! That man, I swear—”
A ghost of an arm manages its way to grab your phone and ends the call. Your head turns to its direction and your eyes are met with Luke in his boxers holding your phone in his hand. This man ate you out thrice last night and fucked you like there was no tomorrow, yet Thalia’s confession over the phone seems to have made you more embarrassed than anything that happened between you and Luke last night. There is silence in the room as you stare up at Luke.
Luke is the first to interrupt this silence. “Sorry, sweetheart, you know Thalia. She can be a bit of a blabber—”
“I’m free this Saturday.”
He kept his promise. The drink was worth it, and so was the risk.
thinking about roommate!luke who fucks a new girl every time he sees you be sweet with another guy, pretending the girl he's fucking is you. like you'd bring a guy over and he'd try to be normal about it, say hi to the guy, but deep inside he's so unbelievably jealous. he'd roll his eyes when the guy brings you flowers or chocolates, then he'd try to one-up it but you think it's all platonic which frustrates him !!! ironically the reason why you think it's platonic is bc he always. has. a. new. girl. over.
at parties, he tries to hold onto your waist as much as he can and stares down every guy who looks your way. secretly, you love it when he holds your waist, especially when he squeezes it. then you stare down other girls who look at him too... for some reason!
the thoughts that ruminate in his head when you're together at home too... like when you wear really short shorts and bend over to pick something you dropped, giving him a show to die for! he can't help but imagine that he's the one bending you over; that he's bending you over on the kitchen countertop, pounding into you from behind with you screaming his name. but of course he can't do that, not yet. not to the roommate he sees everyday. not to the roommate who he thinks is happy with another guy.
so he finds and chases his own relief by either fucking girls and imagining it's you, or by fucking into his hand or into your pretty panties, the pair he definitely did not steal from the bathroom when you weren't looking.
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hi, guys! ✶ this is my first kinktober! i’ll be posting 21 fics throughout october, spaced out every few days. all of these pieces will be maxed out in freakness. take care of yourselves. read the tags before diving in. 18+ only. these pieces will vary in length as your girl is extremely busy!!!
— favorite place to kiss you! 💌 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ a/n: did something like this a while back but I thought I’d do it again with more boys!!! :)
percy jackson LIVES for kissing your mouth. and this gets bonus points because it’s quite literally canon!!!! he literally doesn’t care if it’s a peck, a proper kiss, or a makeout— if your mouth is on his he is as happy as a clam. especially when you initiated your first kiss he MELTEDDD like seriously he is down baddddd!!!!! he’ll even pull you away from your tasks— or if you’re talking to a friend, etc— just to kiss you even if it’s a quick peck. he just can’t get enough ever!!!!!
jason grace is a hardcore hand kisser and I will die on this hill!!!! he just loves kissing your hand!! your palm, your fingers, the pads of your fingers, the back of your hand, ANYWHERE as long as it’s on your hand. he’ll always intertwine your hands together and just kiss yours and kiss it and kiss it he adores your hands!!
leo valdez likes nose kisses! he loves watching your nose scrunch up, fighting a smile, as he does so— then, obviously, has to add a few more kisses just for good luck of course… not because he wants to see your bright grin, yk that would be crazyyyy!! I think he also likes nose kisses because you’re always adamant on giving them back— claiming it’s some sort of “thing” in your relationship. and if it makes you happy, then he’s totally in!!!!!
connor stoll adores stomach kisses. like when you’re laying in bed and he has his arms around your hips and his head on your belly and he’ll just press lazy kisses to it. he thinks it’s awfully intimate which is what makes him love it so much; because it makes him feel so connected to you in a way, if that makes any sense at all. even when you’re not laying in bed— if you’re standing, he’ll drop to his knees just to kiss your stomach. he calls it worshipping the goddess that you are!!!
luke castellan loves to kiss your shoulders. wrapping his arms around your waist and dropping his head to your shoulder and just peppering kisses to it…….. that is what I’m talking abouttttt!!!!!!!! or extra points if he just comes up behind you while your doing something, not making any noise, and just kisses your shoulder therefore scaring the shit out of you. you scold him but gods his smirk is attractive!!
ethan nakamura is definitely a kiss on the temples kinda guy. I don’t really have a reasoning for this but you just have to trust me because this is what my gut is telling me………. he loves just holding you from around your waist, swaying side to side with his cheek resting against your temple, occasionally turning to press kisses to it. it’s an awfully domestic action, if you say so yourself!!
frank zhang loooooves cheek kisses!!! they’re so simply yet so special to him. but it’s never just one cheek, no, it’s both!!!! he must kiss both or he claims he isn’t showing you as much love as you deserve. not that you’re complaining, you love nothing more than these simple kisses to your face. and even to feel your cheeks heat up beneath his mouth he is in looove!!! then when he pulls back, you see his face as pink as your own!!!!! just two peas in a pod they say!
it was as percy watched your pupils dilate, as he uttered the words “good girl” as a joke, that he realised your little desire.
you had passed him a shirt upon request in his cabin as he tidied up. you cleared your throat when you heard those two syllables, willing the heat in your cheeks to please, oh, please go away.
your boyfriend studied you for a few moments in the charged silence, a curious look on his face- for a moment you almost believed he looked repelled- but then a corner of his mouth twitched up as he took a few tantalising steps forward.
“yeah?” percy mumbled as he wet his lips, one eyebrow raised slightly.
you were lost for words as your mind went blank. what he enjoying this? your lips parted and you simply stared at him.
“c’mon, tell me, you like that?” the son of poseidon’s smirk was beginning to grow into a grin now.
oh, yes, he was enjoying this.
“i…” you attempted a little chuckle- a feeble one. “well… uhm…” you trailed off.
percy made a sound of oh-so-very thoughtful consideration, as if contemplating if he would tease you or give you what you wanted. i won’t spoil it for you.
he bit his lip and a calloused hand came up to your chin, silently ordering you to look up at him. and you obeyed! anything to please your dear boyfriend!
“so pretty…” your boyfriend leaned in with a small mumble, pupils blown. you knew that look anywhere, and you knew what happened now.
“dirty girl.” percy chuckled as he pulled away, fingertips still tilting your head up, watching the expression on your face as you leaned in only for him to deny you and lean back.
“tsk tsk tsk.” his grin was devilish now. “think m’gonna make you work for it, sweet girl. make you earn it like a good girl, hm?” thumb stroking your chin.
you hesitated- what if he was just messing with you! but, then again, percy was hot.
“mhm.” you nodded, just slightly, trying not to seem too eager (but your eyes gaze you away.)
“mhm?” percy mimicked you incredulously and almost mockingly. “that it?”
“i don’t… uhm…” you mumbled your words, it was as if all logic had just floated off at the very welcome arrival of percy’s new tone.
“you don’t what?” percy shook his head and cupped your jaw now, a little firmer. “can’t you talk?” he smirked as he picked on you.
“i don’t know…” your brows furrowed just slightly. turned on or desperately helpless? i mean, they aren’t mutually exclusive, right?
“you don’t know?” percy sighed as he turned your head up more, somewhat with strength. “you just nodded and now you don’t know?” the baring of his teeth was borderline predatory. smiling.
he gave you a moment to think.
“anything even going on in that pretty little head of yours?” percy tapped your cheek, strong enough to surprise you a little.
you swallowed, throat bobbing. your cheeks flushed. the word: nope! was practically stamped on you stared at him with big eyes.
“think someone needs a little help, don’t they?” he cooed. mischief was clearly running rampant in his eyes as the colours of the untamed ocean swam. he knew there would be no answer from you to that, thusly he exhaled and took control.
“m’gonna need a little permission here, baby.” percy sighed as if it pained him. silence. you wanted to speak- but it wasn’t happening! he raised a brow at this, you liked his dominance this much? “if you want me to touch you, nod your head, give me something.” he groaned.
you nodded in an instant.
percy let out a breath in relief and muttered something like ‘thank the gods’ before he sank to his knees and began to unbutton your jeans. you gasped.
your jeans were pooled at your ankles in the blink of an eye due to percy’s prowess regarding the removal of your clothes.
you could feel his breath on your panties and thighs as you all to eagerly kicked away your jeans. then percy grinned up at you through his lashes. did nothing else. just watched you and that probably very wanting look on your face. you looked so expectant and he absolutely revelled in it.
then he stood up. he was up to something. your boyfriend nodded his head to the floor. he was beginning to say “on your knees” but he only got a syllable and a half in before your knees were pressed to the wood and your hands were on his buckle, the epitome of ‘eager to please.’
percy placed a hand over his belt and shook his head with an evilly amused smile. “not yet.”
what was that supposed to mean. he observed you for a moment or so, what felt like an hour to you as your silly little heart pitter-pattered too fast.
“beg.”
what!!!!!
your eyes widened as you blinked hard. huh. but he was the one about get blown! you? beg? pfffft. uhm, yeah.
“please.” you managed (woohoo!) weakly, brows pinching together with need.
“pathetic.” percy shook his head once more. “since i love you, i’ll let you try again, sweetheart.” he nodded, directing you to try and plead for his dick to his standard.
“please, l-let me please you.” you mumbled out, hands trying at his buckle once more- he stops you, grip on his belt tightening.
“do you even want to touch me, sweet girl?” percy asked, frowning all too convincingly.
“y-yes! of course i do!” you said frantically.
“then ask nicely. tell me what you want. properly.” percy sighed as if you were wasting his time. well that just wouldn’t do.
“please-” you pried at his hands. “i want you in my mouth- i want to make you feel good!” you grew breathless as he continued to reject the advances of your hands despite his growing bulge.
the grin was back.
“gods, you really are a slut, huh?” a hand found your hair as he stopped guarding his belt, guiding your face to the denim conversing his length while your hands moved fast, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping, tugging until his jeans were gone and your fingers were slipping beneath his waistband.
you had never been more turned on in your life and he hadn’t even touched you yet.
then his boxers were gone and your hands were on him and, with an almost pornographic whimper, you licked the tip before he could make you beg again.
percy groaned in response and his grip tightened in your hair. “fuckk…” he hissed as he gritted his teeth and your tongue tasted every inch of him. he pushed your head just a little. “such a fuckin’ whore.” your boyfriend muttered as his head fell back and a dampness grew between your legs.
you took him in your mouth completely, hungry to swallow him. percy groaned and mumbled your name as he shook his head. “so good f’me, hm?” he bit back a whimper in favour of a moan.
“mhm.” you nodded as your head bobbed back and forth and percy fisted your hair almost painfully. the vibrations on your little hum sent electricity throughout him and you’re convinced you hear him whimper.
percy was almost out of his depth here with all this degrading dirty talk- he loved his sweet girl, but, gods of olympus, was it hot to see you responding like this. he would call you a dirty whore all day if it meant you got off. only if you liked it of course. (he would wash your hair for you later and whisper sweet nothings in your ear later.)
“fuck, get up.” percy tugged at your hair ever so slightly.
what? why did he want you to stop?
you kept going.
he tugged hair enough for his dick to fall out of your mouth and saliva to drip down your chin, you wipe it off with the back of your hand.
“y’hear me? told you to get up, didn’t i?” percy stroked you hair for a moment before pulling on it again, forcing you to stand up. “think you need a lesson in how to listen, don’t you, baby?” he shook his head as he studied your rosy cheeks, swollen lips, and little breathless pants.
“y’want me to touch you?” your boyfriend’s fingers were suddenly pulling down your panties deftly and gliding through your wetness. “all this for me? tsk. dirty lil’ thing.” he muttered, shaking his head.
one of your hands then grasped his bicep on the arm of the hand not touching you. you gasped as he began to caress you firmer.
“this good enough? or you want somethin’ else?” percy mocked as your gaze flickered down to his hard member.
“yes.” you whimpered pathetically.
“yes? this is good enough?” he pressed your clit and you tensed up.
“no- want you- inside of me.” you muttered out quickly, clawing at his muscles.
“thought so.” percy muttered as he guided you to his bunk. “all fours f’me?” he spun you around and trailed his fingertips down your spine, and, oh, did you obey. percy positioned himself behind you on the bed.
“good girl.” you could hear the satisfied smirk in his words. his touch grew bolder as you felt him rub the head of his length through your folds. at at that, you no longer trusted your wobbly arms, you settled on your elbows instead, back arching. you heard percy mutter something suspiciously like: “i’m going to hell.” at the sight of you.
then he slipped into you with practiced ease- but honestly? one could credit how wet you were for his words for how easy it was for him to bury himself completely inside of you.
“oh, baby…” percy began to push in and out. one hand on your hip, the other pressing down your back, pushing your chest to the bed as you stretched out your arms with a lewd moan.
it wasn’t long before his pace grew punishing and hard- nearly to much to handle and you were beginning to cry out and moan.
“can’t you take it?” percy muttered, a little preoccupied. “fuck, quit squeezing me or m’gonna come right now.” his nails dug into the flesh on you hip.
“percy.” you whined as your cheek pressed to the pillow.
“told you to stop that.” percy grit his teeth. pounding hard. “gonna have to teach you a lesson.” he grunted as his hand slid down your back to your hair, pushing your down into the plush material.
“percy!” you began to arch and cry his name as you approached your climax.
“jesus christ, you never fucking listen.” percy was slamming into you now as your hands fisted the sheets, knuckles turning white- as did his on your hip and hair.
you finished as percy continued his relentless assault of your hole. he muttered half to himself half to you while he focused on trying not to come.
“hm? you gonna take it like a good girl?” he grunted as your cunt throbbed and spasmed around him. “jesus fuck.”
you nodded stupidly into the pillow as tears of overstimulation and pleasure began to streak your face.
“mercy…” he groaned at the sight of you. beautiful is what he saw. completely awe-inspiring, the sight of you like this. “ah- gonna come.” percy mumbled a little pathetically as he trembled and collapsed forward on top of you, sweaty and skin to skin.
the air was filled with the sounds of breath being caught and sheets rustling as you released them.
percy pulled out of you and tenderly kiss the nape of your neck before he took great care in helping you into a more comfortable position, on you back. he smoothed out your hair and wiped your tears.
“all good?” his voice was barely over a whisper as he pressed a lingering, loving kiss to your hairline.
“mhm.” you nodded sweetly and smiled.
“you wanna shower?” he mumbled softly against your forehead, stroking your cheek with one hand, the other continued to tame your hair.
your lips parted as you tilted your head to the side, you watched as the veins in his arms twisted around those biceps…
his forearms,
his hands.
the hands wrapped around riptide as he practiced his swordplay. the hands you wanted wrapped around your waist, your wrists, your neck.
percy caught this- despite his obliviousness- and played into it. grunting every so often and flexing with every thrust. every nerve ending in your body lit on fire at the sight.
after some time, percy took matters into his own hands and soon you were beneath him in cabin 3. his hands groped your breasts, trailed down your waist and gripped your hips with a certain ardency as he continued to fuck you into the mattress.
you gasped as you felt his hands all over you. his strong hands. percy read you like a book and smirked.
“my hands? is that it, sweet girl?” percy groaned as his hands traveled up your rib cage, along your shoulders, and all the way up your arms to your wrists. pinning them down with that son of poseidon strength.
the room filled with lewd sounds and breathless noises as your boyfriend kept up his relentless pace pistoning into you.
“hm?” percy prompted, already knowing the answer.
“yes.” you whimpered as he restrained you. your mind filled with dirty images of his hands taking what they wanted from you. choking you. touching you. pleasing you.
“like this?” his grip on your smaller wrists tightened as he focused. “or like this?” percy then held both of your wrists in one hand, constraining them, as the fingers of his other tentatively wrap around your neck.
you gasped and your walls tightened around him.
percy let out a shaky groan. “i’ll take that as a yes.” his calloused hand tightened around your throat. not enough to cut off your air, but enough to have you aching for more.
“dirty girl.” percy mumbled with a grin. he leaned down and pressed an all too gentle for what he was doing kiss to your lips. “never knew you were so naughty.” he chuckled against your mouth in amusement.
“ah-” you moaned as your eyes fluttered shut (or rolled back- maybe both), beginning to reach your climax.
“gods, you’re so fucking beautiful…” percy pounded harder, his own face betraying his own approach to ecstasy. he clearly, too, found it incredibly attractive and sexy how much you liked his hands.
you squirmed, his grip on your wrists grew, you arched your back, he pressed the back of your head into the pillow by the neck, you cried his name, he whimpered yours.
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“Come on baby.” Luke grinned, following behind Y/n into her cabin.
Y/n giggled and rolled her eyes. “You’re such a dork.” She stepped into her entirely deserted cabin.
“No, I’m a genius. I challenged your cabin mates to a volleyball tournament so we can have the afternoon to ourselves. So I can spend some quality time with my girlfriend.” Luke said, pulling Y/n into his arms and kicking the door shut behind him.
“Won’t your cabin mates miss their leader and captain?” Y/n grinned, stroking her hands down Luke’s chest.
“Nah. They won’t even notice I’m not there. They’ll be too busy trying to win.” Luke said, picking Y/n up off of her feet and wrapping her legs around his hips.
Y/n snickered, placing a kiss on Luke’s lips. She liked the taste of the honey flavoured chapstick she’d gotten him that he had now gotten into the good habit of using. Luke’s hands remained on her ass, and her hands came up to cup his jaw on both sides.
He stepped over to her bed, setting her down on it, and pulled his shirt over his head. Y/n couldn’t contain her glee. Ever since she and Luke had gotten together, he had started wearing shirts outside of him cabin more often. When she questioned him about it, he said he wanted only her to be able to look at him, no one else. While the gesture was sweet, Y/n missed the days where she could shamelessly ogle him almost all day.
Y/n pulled her shirt over her head, and frowned when Luke started to kneel at the foot of her bed. “What are you doing?”
“I want to please you. That gives me the most pleasure out of everything.”
Y/n’s eyebrows shot up. She hadn’t actually expected that answer. She knew it, but Luke had never said it out loud like that before.
Luke pulled Y/n down the bed, and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them off of her. She felt kind of awkward now, unsure of what to do all of a sudden.
“Is something wrong?” Luke asked, his eyebrows furrowed. His hands were running up and down her bare legs.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just…I feel like I need to do something in exchange.” Y/n said.
Luke’s smirk was dark. “Oh, believe me, you won’t want to after I’m done with you.”
Y/n wasn’t sure if that was a threat or something else entirely.
Before she could respond, her legs were over Luke’s shoulders, and he pulled her flush against his lips. His tongue licked a flat stripe up her opening, and she gasped.
His lips and tongue were on her clit, and she was seeing stars before he even really got started.
Luke was sucking her clit hard, his tongue making figure eight motions on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Y/n screamed, bucking her hips and her hands flailing across the bed for anything to grab on to. Luke’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrists, and pinning them to her hips,using his biceps and forearms to lock her hips to him.
Her fingers knotted into his hair, since there was nowhere else they could go.
Luke was relentless on her, and just when her orgasm started to build, he pulled away from her, kissing up and down her thighs.
Y/n let out a frustrated whine. “No! Luke! Why?”
“Like I said. You’re not going to want to return the favour when I’m done with you.”
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It felt like it had been forever. Y/n laid spread out on the bed, with Luke’s head berried between her legs. He alternated between his assault on her clit, and teasing her hole with his tongue.
Y/n was sobbing, begging Luke for release.
“Luke, please. I just want to come so it doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”
The pleasure she got from Luke was borderline painful, as every time she felt herself clench around nothing again for the upteenth time, Luke would pull away. Her muscles were exhausted, and every time she clenched she was aware of the pain, and the hollowness between her legs.
She was in a constant buzzing state, her nerve endings on fire. Every touch was electric, but it was going nowhere. She needed more, or less, for her to be able to come. But Luke just persisted.
“Please, Luke. I can’t take it anymore. Just let me come, or something. Please. It hurts.” Y/n begged.
It was as if her begging only spurred him on more.
Luke pulled away from Y/n, surveying his handiwork. “Do you just want to come, sweet girl? Is that all, then we’re done?”
“Yes! Please! Please!” Y/n sobbed.
Luke lowered the waistband of his pants, revealing his incredibly hard cock. He lined himself up with her entrance, and when he pushed in, it was like the dam wall broke in Y/n.
Her orgasm hit her so hard her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she was trembling so hard that Luke had to hold her so she didn’t jerk around too much.
“Ssh, it’s okay baby. I’ve got you, sweet girl.” Luke soothed, pulling Y/n up and into his arms as the aftershocks of her orgasm ran through her, causing her limbs to jerk involuntarily.
Luke was kissing her face and neck, stroking her hair, and holding her tightly to him. “You did so well for me, baby. I’m so proud of you. You look so pretty like this.”
✦ “Best way to do it? Making it a family affair, of course!”
kade's note : writer's block is kicking my ass, anyways, fresh food for you guys. Breeding kink!
There's something about the way you held your little cousins that got him going. Luke's a polite man when he wants to, but there's no denying how much the idea of you holding your shared offspring turned him on.
Just think about it, small, chubby hands he could wrap with only one of his larger, scarred ones, little feet skipping across the wooden flooring of your shared flat, joyful cries and water dripping down the bathtub, your beautiful eyes on another being who grew the same dirty blond locks he saw in the mirror everyday. Yeah, you got the memo, Luke wants a kid.
However, Luke certainly isn't one to explicitly state what he wants. He needs you to drag it out of him like it's your only will to live. So he won't tell you a single word about his little fantasy until you suddenly begin to notice little changes when you guys tumble in the sheets.
How suddenly, you guys run out of condoms when you're sure you bought some not so long ago, and when you ask him, he only tilts his head and asks if you're alright. You notice how he promises to pull out, but only fucks you harder before stopping at your cervix and filling you with his seed.
Ever since he came along when you visited your relatives, he's started dropping subtle hints of "just how cute your eyes would look on a kid", if "you ever think about settling down in a small house on the outskirts of New York."
For Luke, a child means stability. It's proof that you truly love him and that his life isnt as fucked up as he makes it out to be, its a promise none of you can take back.
So he fucks you with a renewed vigor you've never seen felt before. Not that he didn't pleasure you before. No, no, Luke was heavenly in bed. He knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss, what to say to get you going, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you. What truly changed was, in fact, how he seemed much more desperate.
Luke's never been very vocal, only ever letting out small grunts and low moans of pleasures. Leaving the main vocals to you. But now—
The sound of your cries and his grunts fills your bedroom. The sheets cling to your sweat-soaked skin as he drives his dick into you. Your vision grows blurry as your eyes roll back and flutter shut.
"Fuck, don't ever squeeze me into a condom again, baby."
He whines, face flushed, dirty blonde locks stuck to his sweaty forehead. His hands find home on your waist, dragging you back where you two are joined.
"Please, I'll give you anything. I'll make sure you never have to worry about rent or dishes."
You babble mindlessly, much too focused on your upcoming climax.
"Luke–"
You're harshly cut off by a low moan, head hitting against the headboard as a displeased whine making its way through your lips.
"Shit, shit–"
He slows down for a second, one hand flying from your waist to the back of your head, interlacing with your soft locks, gently rubbing the sore spot.
He apologizes, bringing your head to the crook of his neck as he grinds into your weeping cunt. You squeeze around him so deliciously that he can't help the moan that gets punched out of him.
"Wouldn't that be great, huh? A little one to take care of?"
He asks, his movements a little desperate as he tries his best to hold back. His tip kissing your cervix.
"Want me to do that, give you a kid? I could do that— please, let me do that."
He musters in your hair. A delicious shiver running down his spine as he feels your moans vibrate against the skin of his collarbone. You're close, he can feel it in the way your pussy squelches around him. A little pool of slick dripping down onto the sheets where you two are connected.
"Close—"
Is all you can muster before your cunt locks around his shaft, a low cry leaving your lips as you thighs shake around his waist. Coating his length in your arousal.
But he, however, doesn't stop. If anything, he goes harder.
"I'll take care of everything. You'll just have to sit pretty with my child. Can you do that? Bet you fucking can—"
He's rambling at this point. You have half the mind to nod along. Whatever it is he is saying. His grunts echo through your bedroom, bouncing off the walls in a delectable symphony. You lay useless beneath him as he goes faster.
He plunges deep into your warmth, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he finally releases his hot white semen into your awaiting hole.
And maybe, just maybe, you might make his wish come true.
⟢ synopsis pjo boys finding out you have new lacy panties
⟢ starring pjo boys (percy, jason, leo, connor and luke)
⟢ 18+.
⟢ percy jackson
✶ he’ll see them poking out your pants and get turned on immediately. he’d slyly come up behind you, dick pressing up against your ass, chuckle-whispering in your ear “are those new panties y’got here?” he’s practically itching to bend you over right then and there.
⟢ jason grace
✶ he’ll find them after offering to bring your laundry down atop the pile. blushes so hard. almost drops the whole hamper infront of everyone. he’ll stuff them in his pocket, drop off your laundry then immediately bring you over to his cabin to “talk”. that “talk” ends in you riding him with your panties stuffed in his mouth.
⟢ leo valdez
✶ finds out when you casually change infront of him in the workshop into cooler clothes. so flustered but tries to play it off by making a stupid sexual joke, immediately followed by making out on the workshop floor -> fucking on the workshop floor, where he gets very grabby.
⟢ connor stoll
✶ doesn’t find out on his own, you tell him right before dinner just to tease him. he doesn’t even know how he made it through that. he will bring you round behind the big house to eat it through your new lacy panties like a starved man.
⟢ luke castellan
✶ sees them through your jeans fly. almost aggressively push you up against his wall and fucks the living shit out of you calling you names and saying wearing buying those was “so whorish” of you.
Luke Castellan being a human pillow like your a Hypnos kid and always gets sleepy so you use him as pillow or bite him while you cling onto him like cute aggression bites
Luke was the perfect human pillow. Not too warm, not too firm, his heartbeat always lulling you to sleep. So when you want to nap and he’s not around, it definitely rubs you the wrong way. How dare your boyfriend not constantly be at your beck and call? You’re only half-joking with that thought. So, you haul yourself up from your cozy bed and wander around camp for him.
To your dismay, Luke isn’t in his normal spots. It’s getting a bit frustrating now since you really want to take a nap. You ask around and no one’s seen him for ages. You huff in annoyance and curse the fact phones aren’t allowed at camp. Of course you could always sleep without him but you always just slept so much better with his arms around you.
“Heard you were looking for me” A deep voice says in your ear, causing you to jump. Whirling around you come face to face with your sweaty boyfriend who’s sporting a shit eating grin.
“Where were you?” You huff, shoving at his shoulder. Luke just laughs and pulls you into a hug, shoving you face first into his sweat soaked shirt. You struggle for a few minutes while he keeps you there as he snickers.
“Was training some kids for capture the flag. What did you need?” Luke explains, letting you pull away slightly so he can look at you. You huff and purse your lips at him.
“Wanted to nap with you”
Luke smirks and shakes his head but presses a kiss to your hairline. After another minute he lets you step back so you can breathe again.
“You’ve been looking for me for hours so you could nap?” He teases, but it’s more lighthearted than actually exasperated. Shrugging, you wrinkle your nose at his sweatiness. His lips twitch into another smirk before he sniffs himself, smirk morphing into a grimace.
“How about I shower and we can rest a bit together?” He offers and you nod. Trudging back to your cabin, you wonder if Luke will be able to stay extra late tonight. Most of your siblings were away in the mortal world living their own lives, but a few stayed behind like you.
It definitely takes Luke longer than usual to climb into your bed; you’re already halfway asleep. You stir as his arms wrap around you, snuggling into his chest. He smells nice, like the blackberry soap he smuggled in last month. Cracking open an eyelid, your gaze lands on his bicep and the vein that juts out, practically calling your name. Just a nibble couldn’t hurt right? With that, you chomp on his bicep and hear him suck in a breath.
“What are you doing?” Luke grumbles, but doesn’t move. Instead flexing for you so you had more to bite. You hum around his flesh, chewing just a tad. Upon release, you soothe the bite mark with your tongue to feel him shiver. Luke tugs at your hair to get you to kiss him, your mouths moving nice and slow against each other.
“Bedtime.” He murmurs into your mouth before pulling away. You hum again, tucking your face into his neck and quickly dozing once more.
thinking about ; giving Percy Jackson head in the bathroom while his family is right next door preparing dinner. The sound of cutlery clinking and running tap water as Mrs. Jackson and Estelle prepare pasta seeping through the thin walls of the apartment.
You're on your knees, the thick fabric of your jeans protecting your skin from the harsh ground as your fingers play with the waistband of his boxers. He groans above you, hips stuttering forward from your teasing touch, chasing the promise of friction. You pull out his arousal from its confines, the elastic band of his boxers snapping snugly on the underside of his shaft.
"Try to keep your mouth shut,"
You tease, breath waffing over the sensitive skin as one of your hands wraps around him. He leans against the sink, knuckles turning white from gripping the ceramic. As you gently start stroking his cock, he lets out a shaky breath.
"Gods," he whines, "You're so, ...so bad–"
His hand wanders into your hair, fingers settling at the back to gently nudge you forward. You indulge him, pressing the flat of your tongue against the lower part of his tip. A visible shiver goes through him, the grip he has interlaced with your hair on the back of your head tightening.
"Please,"
He begs, and gods, who are you to deny when you see a peak of his toned abdomen as his shirt rides up. You take him in one go, his dick resting on your tongue as your mouth constricts around him. With eyes stuck on his needy expression, you slowly start pulling away, tongue gliding over each vein and crevice.
Percy throws his head back in answer, harshly biting his lip to stifle a moan that almost escaped him. Gods, your mouth is so warm, so tight—
His grip on the sink tightened, turning his knuckles white as he resisted every possible urge to stay still and let you set the pace. And oh, that tongue, that beautiful, talented tongue. He swallows, his head spinning. It took every fiber of his willpower not to thrust forward.
"Mh," he gasps. "Gods, you—"
You moan against the skin of his shaft. Sending vibrations through Percy. You pull back again, lips wrapped around the tip. Sucking earnestly, eyes stuck upwards.
His thighs are shaking beneath your fingers, lips bruised from where his teeth are digging into them, and his face reddened with how worked up he is getting. The way you were looking at him, it was almost enough to make him— oh!
"Fuck, you're going to kill me,"
Percy groans through gritted teeth.
"Stop," he gasps, "Please, you have to—"
"Percy, are you alright in there?"
Sally's voice is muffled as she gently knocks on the bathroom door.
Oh, Gods, not now.Percy curses silently, his head thudding back against the wall, the mirror hovering over the sink. He was this close. And now, the very last thing he wants is to have a conversation with his mother while you have your mouth stuffed.
Desperately trying to keep his voice even, he musters the best answer he can.
"I'm fine! Just, uh, give me a few more minutes."
You don't move, his dick resting on your tongue. You'd stopped your ministrations somewhere along the conversation, aware that it would be too obvious for you to keep going.The sound of Sally's voice softly filters through the door.
"Alright, but don't take too long. Dinner's almost ready."
And with that, she departs. Percy could hear her footsteps as she walked away.He lets out a shaky breath, his head still spinning. He can't believe you were so close to getting caught.
"We have the worst timing," he whispers, looking down at you.
"Oh, please, don't act like you didn't twitch.”
Random asf, but I wrote all of this in one sitting in front of my front door while waiting for my sister to come back from school after stealing my keys.
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your lips parted as you tilted your head to the side, you watched as the veins in his arms twisted around those biceps…
his forearms,
his hands.
the hands wrapped around riptide as he practiced his swordplay. the hands you wanted wrapped around your waist, your wrists, your neck.
percy caught this- despite his obliviousness- and played into it. grunting every so often and flexing with every thrust. every nerve ending in your body lit on fire at the sight.
after some time, percy took matters into his own hands and soon you were beneath him in cabin 3. his hands groped your breasts, trailed down your waist and gripped your hips with a certain ardency as he continued to fuck you into the mattress.
you gasped as you felt his hands all over you. his strong hands. percy read you like a book and smirked.
“my hands? is that it, sweet girl?” percy groaned as his hands traveled up your rib cage, along your shoulders, and all the way up your arms to your wrists. pinning them down with that son of poseidon strength.
the room filled with lewd sounds and breathless noises as your boyfriend kept up his relentless pace pistoning into you.
“hm?” percy prompted, already knowing the answer.
“yes.” you whimpered as he restrained you. your mind filled with dirty images of his hands taking what they wanted from you. choking you. touching you. pleasing you.
“like this?” his grip on your smaller wrists tightened as he focused. “or like this?” percy then held both of your wrists in one hand, constraining them, as the fingers of his other tentatively wrap around your neck.
you gasped and your walls tightened around him.
percy let out a shaky groan. “i’ll take that as a yes.” his calloused hand tightened around your throat. not enough to cut off your air, but enough to have you aching for more.
“dirty girl.” percy mumbled with a grin. he leaned down and pressed an all too gentle for what he was doing kiss to your lips. “never knew you were so naughty.” he chuckled against your mouth in amusement.
“ah-” you moaned as your eyes fluttered shut (or rolled back- maybe both), beginning to reach your climax.
“gods, you’re so fucking beautiful…” percy pounded harder, his own face betraying his own approach to ecstasy. he clearly, too, found it incredibly attractive and sexy how much you liked his hands.
you squirmed, his grip on your wrists grew, you arched your back, he pressed the back of your head into the pillow by the neck, you cried his name, he whimpered yours.
𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓈/𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ; smut/suggestive, unprotected sex, p in v, rough sex, idk how to taggg, give me reqs if u want!!!
𝒶/𝓃 ; 1st post! not proofread, also bad writing ahead! unironically a kinktober post??
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ percy jackson
reverse cowgirl
percy definitely loves to see how your ass just bounces with every single thrust; he'll grab your ass cheeks and moan on and on about how good your ass looks for him. he'll really just lay back and let you ride him till you're all trembling and needy, then he'll step in and start bouncing you on his cock, tugging at your hair, but not too rough, as his cock stretches out your needy cunt.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ jason grace
missionary
holy shit. jason definitely likes missionary, but not in the, like, frank type of way – the complete fucking opposite. he goes rough, like crazy actually; he's a freak in the sheets. you definitely wouldn't guess it at first, but he loves to fuck you rough, your legs thrown over his shoulders so he can reach that perfect spot that makes you cry out. he'll usually give praise, but if you ask him to be rougher, just know that you're in for a crazy night.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ leo valdez
doggy style
this man is a (not so secret) freak, so definitely doggy style. he'll go gentle, but when you give him that 'go ahead', all restraint goes through the fucking roof. he loves to grope your ass while he thrusts; he occasionally tugs and spanks your ass. he definitely has his chest pressed against your back as he fucks the life out of you, whispering sweet nothings while you try and stifle your moans.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ frank zhang
spooning/missionary
he absolutely loves spooning or just basic missionary. he will definitely handle you as if you're made of glass, with slow, gentle, deep thrusts. he will definitely tell you when he's close and will pull out if you're not using a condom. he's just a sucker for soft and intimate sex.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ connor stoll (underrated bb)
cowgirl
if you ask connor "ass or tits?" he'd definitely pick tits.
he loves watching how your tits bounce every time you bounce back on his cock. he's definitely handsy, hands on your hips, ass, and definitely tits. he'd sit up and start marking up your neck as you ride him, slowly trailing down to right above your tits. he's a tease, so he would just place soft kisses and licks right above your tits before actually sucking on them, giving you what you want.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ luke castellan (got a little carried away...)
idk he just wants to fuck you
this man is just down bad for you. he will take you anywhere he fucking can. in your cabin? yes. by the lake? yes. bent over a table? yes. against the wall? fuck yes. he definitely has a breeding kink, so no condom. he goes rough, as in fucking you so hard you forget your own name. but he doesn't go too far, within your limits at least. he'll stop and be gentler, only if you beg him to. and i mean really beg him. like “you want me to be gentle, baby? yeah? then beg for it, be a good girl and beg f’me." he’ll groan in your ear with a fucking smirk knowing that you'll practically do anything for him as long as he fucks you.
