#askcara

Percy’s large, tan hand held your hips down with ease, pressing you into the mattress of his bed. You both knew it was risky, hooking up in the Poseidon cabin before it even hit noon.

Usually, you played it safe and waited until well past curfew to leave your cabin and sneak to Percy’s bed. If you got caught, you’d certainly be in loads of trouble with Chiron. Today, though, the son of Poseidon seriously could not wait. He’d seen you at the lake in your tiny bikini just after breakfast and then you’d subjected him to watching you completely dominate some Ares kids in the arena. THAT was the part that really got him going.

So now, here you were, legs spread wide with Percy’s head between your thighs. He licked all over your dripping cunt, two fingers sliding in with ease. Pumping his fingers, Percy focused on your swollen clit and flicked it with his tongue. You let out a loud moan, barely having the sense to bite onto your knuckles to muffle the sounds. You thighs threatened to close around Percy’s head but his hand pressed you down harder, applying more pressure with his mouth. 

“Mm, my sweet girl. Taste so good, I never wanna stop,” Percy mumbled, moaning against your heat.

You whimpered, the coil in your stomach tightening. “Please, please Perce, m’so close.” 

Percy sped up his ministrations, applying more pressure with his tongue and sliding a third finger into you, causing you to explode. Your vision whitened, crying out and clutching at the bedsheets.

As you came down, you noticed Percy hadn’t stopped moving his tongue against your sensitive nerves. No, instead, he seemed to be licking more vigorously. He lapped up every last drop of your arousal until tears ran down your cheeks, you torn between begging him to stop and soaking in the euphoric waves floating through your body. 

“Percy…can’t take anymore,” you muttered, half-heartedly pushing his head away as the former of your choices won over. 

The wooden floors vibrated under your feet, bright red lights hanging over the gryffindor common room and music nearly loud enough to rupture an eardrum. In other words, a classic Weasley Twin hosted party. 

Perhaps you were already two cups of firewhiskey deep, and the night was still quite young. However, this party was what you’d been looking forward to after getting blown off by some Ravenclaw prick who was supposed to take you out to Hogsmeade last weekend.  

You scanned the room, peering between groups of people for one red-haired mischief maker in particular. Finally, you caught sight of him on a chair in the corner of the room, a plastic cup in hand. You slowly made your way toward him, stumbling over yourself and the crowd in the final steps. As you tripped forward, you felt strong hands grasp your waist, righting your position. 

“Woah, there, darling. You okay?” Fred asked, face inches from yours, large palms still braced on your waist. The firewhiskey on his breath was an indicator that he’d drunk about as much as you had, a comforting thought that at least you weren’t the only one to overdo it a bit. 

“M’great, Freddie! Need to sit though,” You giggled drunkenly, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning further into his space. Fred walked you two backward, glancing over his shoulder to see the chair he previously sat in before flopping back into it, you on his lap. 

“That better?” Fred nuzzled his head into your hair, one strong arm wrapped around your waist. Nodding, you adjusted yourself on his lap, wiggling until his hands shot to your waist, holding you still. “Darling, you’re going to create a problem if you keep moving like that, then you may have to solve it.”

Swallowing thickly, you felt his half-mast bulge press into your ass, sending a shock of heat through your body. “What if that’s what I want?”

“What about that Ravenclaw lad you went out with?”

You laughed, shifting to face Fred. “Oh, we never went out! He stood me up, waited in The Three Broomstix for an hour before I quit waiting.”

Fred grew still under you, a rarely seen anger reflected on his face. “You deserve much better than that. Can I prank him for you?”

“Absolutely. And had he and I gone out, perhaps I wouldn’t be here with you right now. I think I like this more.”

“I think I like it more as well. I’d treat you much better than that prick anyway.”

You hummed, raising your eyes to Fred’s and finding him already staring at you. You shifted your hips again, watching the way his eyes flutter and reveling in his sharp intake of breath. 

“Prove it.” 

Within seconds, Fred’s mouth was on yours, hot and taking. You turned, straddling his lap in the too-small armchair and dragging your fingers through his hair. His tongue brushed the seam of your lips, beginning for access, which you granted excitedly. As his tongue swiped against yours, the pressure in your core grew near unbearable, made worse by the groan he let out into your mouth. You shifted in his lap, the thick bulge in his pants brushing just where you needed it. You gasped and bucked your hips, then nearly fell over as Fred stood straight up, grasping your hand. 

He pulled you through the bustling common room and up the stairs, finally yanking you into his dorm. Instantly, you were pressed against the door with his mouth on yours. His tongue swept against yours, causing a moan to spill from your lips. 

You knew exactly what you were doing. You had to know. Percy’s eyes narrowed as he watched you jump off of the dock, splashing into the cold lake. Right behind you was Tanner, a brand new Apollo kid who just so happened to be the same age as both you and Percy. Of course, being the kind person you were, you decided to spend some time with him to help him feel welcome to camp. And well, if it helped your sex life with Percy in the long run, what was the harm? You sent a glance over to the edge of the water where your boyfriend stood. Even from the water, you could see the clench in his jaw and the storm swirling in his eyes.

Did you wear the smallest swim suit you could find, knowing full well that Percy would follow you and Tanner to the water? You could not confirm nor deny. However, if you HAD done so as part of a master plan for a night of excellent angry sex, it was clearly going to work. 

Truthfully, you were surprised Percy lasted so long watching. It had to have been at least 45 minutes of swimming with this new boy. So, when you made a move to have Tanner lift you back onto the dock, his hands and face very near your ass, it was no surprise to feel the current change and sweep the both of you to shore. Tanner’s appearance, sputtering and confused, led you to believe that maybe Percy had taken some anger out on the Apollo kid. Shame. You’d fix that. 

You strutted across the sand, stopping in front of Tanner and extending a hand to help him stand, your cleavage basically in his face.

“Here, let me help,” you smiled, batting your eyelashes at the blonde on the sand in front of you. He smiled at you gratefully, eyes trailing where they really shouldn’t have. 

The next thing you knew, Percy had you hoisted over his shoulder and was angrily stomping off the sand. 

You laughed in surprise, calling out, “Sorry, Tanner! We’ll catch up later!”

That earned you a swift slap to your ass and what sounded a lot like a growl from the hulking frame of a man beneath you. The walk to the Poseidon cabin was quick and you were promptly placed down and backed against the door the second it closed. 

Taking in Percy’s deep sea green eyes and the pulsing vein in his neck, it seemed your plan worked. Pressure built in your core, eyes trailing his body and coming to a stop at the bulge in his pants. You lifted your eyes back to his, finding him already staring at you. 

You mock pouted, “Oh, c’mon Perce, I was just making him feel welcome!” You looked up at Percy, his body simmering with rage, and made to reach for the waistband of his shorts. He swatted your hands away, simply shaking his head, before stepping away to grab something from his nightstand. 

He grasped your wrists, securing your hands behind your back with a silk tie, the only one he owned for special occasions. He used a simple yet tight fisherman’s knot, something you could undo if you really had to. 

Your boyfriend’s jaw clenched, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed furiously. He gritted out, “On your knees.”

A smirk ghosted over your lips as you complied, the hard wood floors pressing into your knees. Oh yes. You really did it this time. Percy finally unbuttoned his shorts, pulling them and his boxers off. “Funny how you decide to behave now,” he muttered, voice growly and sending tingles through your body. 

His cock stood proud in front of you, tip glistening and red. You licked your lips, arousal growing. You attempted to shift around, trying to alleviate that pressure but Percy stopped you by forcing your legs further apart. 

He tapped your lips with the tip of his cock. You opened your mouth and took his length as far as you could, pulse fluttering as he grunted out, “Good girl. Takin’ me so good.”

Percy’s hands wound into your hair, giving him full control to fuck your mouth as rough as he pleased. — You gagged around his length as his tip bumped the back of your throat, tears forming in your eyes. You watched his head tip back, watched his throat bob, as you swirled your tongue around him and opened your mouth wider. 

The pressure between your legs had grown into an ache, dying to be relieved. You shifted mercilessly, Percy’s cock in your mouth adding fuel to the fire in your center. You felt his cock twitch as it slid in and out of your mouth, a mix of your saliva and salty precum dripping from your mouth. You lifted your gaze to his and he groaned, hips stuttering, grip on your hair tightening.  

“Fuck, sweetheart. So close.”

You moaned around him, the vibrations sending him over the ledge. Pulling back, Percy spilt himself over your tits and mouth, using his thumb to sweep it off your lips. You sucked his digit into your mouth, tongue sliding over the pad of his thumb, greedily drinking him in. 

Percy pulled you to your feet and pressed a sweet kiss to your head before stepping to the bathroom to grab you a cloth. Arms still bound behind your back and core probably dripping at this point, you had no choice but to wait and attempt to rub your thighs together to alleviate pressure. 

As Percy came back to stand in front of you, his eyes darkened and he tutted, damp cloth wiping your warm skin, “Nuh-uh, baby. Think you get to cum after that little display in the water?” 

Your jaw dropped, enraged at his words. 

AHHHHH HE CALLED HER WISE GIRL IM GOING INSANE