#clappingandcheering

Percy has always driven you crazy, making you die with want and need, but tonight you were getting the worst of it. He had gotten scolded by some God you couldn't remember, and he wanted to vent it out somehow. You were his 'how'.

Percy was now using one hand to keep your head pushed into the pillow while the other held your waist, guiding you slicked pussy onto his dick. Your moans were muffled by the pillow that consisted of both your drool and tears; your flushed face and dazed eyes were enough for Percy to cum right then and there, so he had to keep you pressed into the pillow so he could continue to wreck your perfect body.

"Being such a good fucking girl for me, hmm?" His voice was laced with lust and mock as he thrust into you relentlessly, sending shivers down your marked and bruised spine, the praise making your pussy clench harder around him. "Fucking liked that, didn't you? like being called a good girl, don't you?"

All you could do was moan in response—even that was hard with the pillow, but you managed. His pace was even, and his stokes were hitting all your right spots as they stuffed you to the brim and then left you empty again, his veiny dick making your brain fuzzy.

He wrapped a hand around your throat and pulled you back so you were pressed against him. He marked your neck while mumbling your name, Oh, so deliciously, leaving you in complete bliss and awe. His hand tightened and left you with little to no air, but under the circumstances it was more like no air; his thrust picked up their pace, and your pussy clenched at the feeling before you blacked out and went limp. Percy continued to ravage your body as he let go of your throat and pressed kisses on your neck, using his hands to support you while you half came back from the lack of oxygen.

"Percy, I can't...too—fuck—much."

He continued pressing kisses into her neck and moving a hand down to her clit rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure. Your squeals and whines filled his ears, beckoning him to continue while your hand made weak attempts to push him away after sensing a new feeling in your stomach, one that you've never felt before.

"Percy—stop—I think I'm going to pee—wait!" Your hands desperately clawed at his in an attempt to stop him from rubbing your clit.

"Just do it—beds already messy." He was right on the edge of cumming his mind way to far with lust to even think properly and form a proper sentence; his words were slurred and you could barely register them.

All of a sudden he pushed into her deeper, chasing his high, but the foreign feeling in her stomach suddenly snapped with the movement, and with a loud squeal that was only just dimmed by Percy's other hand, your pussy squirted all over the sheets and Percy's dick.

Percy's thrusts faltered, and he groaned into her neck after seeing what happened. He stopped his hand and moved it up to her breast, groping them before slowly sliding out of her, trying not to overwhelm her too much.

"Shit—what was that? Are you okay?"

Your pussy was throbbing and still raised in the air while the clear liquid ran down your leg along with his cum.

"You...prick!..I told you I was gonna pee..." He shook his head breathlessly and then rubbed her ass gently in a comforting way.

"Don't know if that was piss, baby." Your face contorted to confusion as you attempted to sit up and turn to lean your back against the headboard.

"What do you mean?" He shrugged and then spread your legs, going down and licking a long, smooth stripe while you let out a moan and weakly attempted to push him away.

"Not piss!" You frowned and then pushed his head away.

"Freak." She crossed her arms.

"Whatever you say, but that was hot as fuck, and I definitely want to see it again." His smirk was way too confident considering you were worn the fuck out.

But you were reading, and he knew that if you were reading, there was no way in hell he could get you away from the book! So he crouched down in front of the couch on his knees and looked up at you with the best puppy dog eyes he could muster up.

"Y/n, Can I eat you out? Pretty please? You won't even have to stop reading; I swear I'll be good!" He pleaded and massaged your thighs with his hands, desperate for any sort of sensation from you.

You sighed annoyed and then flicked your hand, giving him an 'all clear' sign while you continued reading. The grin on his face was impossible to miss. God, he was so deprived of your taste that he was literally drooling.

He quickly took off your cute, innocent pyjama shorts and pulled your panties to the side before licking a slow and delicate streak up your pussy—a tester if you will.

He continued to devour your pussy just licking and kissing your clit while you let out tiny moans and whimpers every now and then. The only other noise in the room was the sound of Percy's tongue connecting with your now-soaking pussy. You were getting closer and closer to your high the words in your book becoming a blur before you put it down and placed a hand in his hair, scratching it gently.

"Good boy, keep going, m'gonna cum..." Your voice was laced with a sweet poison that drove him insane, and the fact that he now had your attention fully on him and off the book you loved so dearly, he never felt more satisfied as he quickened his pace and brought his finger up to hold onto your thighs so he could push himself further into your dripping cunt.

The sensation that was building in your stomach was gone almost as quickly as it appeared; your moans coated the room as Percy continued to lick up as much of your juices as he could, the taste of your sweetness driving his mind into a fogging daze with only the words 'pussy' and 'pretty' appearing.

You made an attempt to push him away from the stimulation too much for your sudden high, but Percy was just getting off to your pleasure—I mean, how could he not? You looked so pretty when you came because of him.

He muttered out a response from your pussy, "I'm still hungry. Don't wanna stop..."

The night was a little longer than you thought.

It was one of those quiet nights at Camp Half Blood. The kind where the campfire was flickering in the distance, but it was mostly calm—no monsters, no quests, no chaos. Just the gentle sound of the ocean and the occasional laughter from the cabins.

You were lying on a blanket outside your cabin, your head resting on Percy’s chest as he traced lazy circles on your arm. His fingers were warm against your skin, his touch gentle, and you couldn’t help but smile. You were comfortable here, wrapped in his presence.

“You know, you’re really good at this whole'making me feel loved’ thing,” you said, glancing up at him.

Percy chuckled, his hand stopping its movement to cup your face. “You make it easy.” His thumb brushed across your cheek, and you felt your heart flutter. “Besides, you deserve all the love in the world.”

You smiled, feeling the full weight of the affection in his words. But there was something in his tone, something about the way he said it, that made you think about just how much he loved you—and all the different ways he showed it.

Percy shifted so that he could look you in the eyes, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. He was always a bit awkward with words, but when it came to you, he found a way to speak to your heart.

“You know you’re amazing, right?” He said softly, his voice low but full of sincerity. “Like, I’m seriously lucky to have you. You’re strong and kind, and you make everything better just by being you.”

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. “I’m not that amazing.”

“Yes, you are,” Percy said, his gaze never leaving yours. “And I’m going to keep telling you that until you believe me.”

You leant up to kiss him—a soft, lingering kiss that was all about how much you cared for him. But it wasn’t just that kiss—it was everything he said. You could feel his love in every word and every whisper.

Later, when the night air grew cooler, you pulled your jacket tighter around you, shivering slightly. Without a word, Percy stood up and quickly pulled off his hoodie, wrapping it around your shoulders. He didn’t even wait for you to ask; he just did it because he knew you’d need it.

“You’re going to freeze out here if you don’t wear this,” he said, his voice teasing but gentle as he adjusted the hoodie around you.

“I wasn’t cold before, but now that you mention it..." you smiled, feeling the warmth of both the hoodie and his thoughtfulness.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Percy said, sitting back down next to you. “It’s just what I do.”

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the quiet love in every little thing he did.

The next morning, you woke up to find a small bag of chocolate—your favourite brand—by your bedside. A note was tucked inside that simply read, Thought you might need some sweetness today.

You smiled, recognising Percy’s handwriting, though it was a little messy. He didn’t know much about buying the “perfect” gift, but he always knew exactly what you liked.

When you found him later by the lake, you teased him, holding up the bag of chocolate. “What’s this?”

Percy grinned sheepishly. “I saw it and thought of you. Figured it could make your day a little sweeter.”

You wrapped your arms around him, your heart swelling with affection. “You always know just what I need.”

“Guess I’ve learned a thing or two about you,” he said with a wink, and you kissed him again, feeling the sweetness of both the chocolate and his gesture.

The day continued with the two of you walking along the beach, talking about everything and nothing. Percy made you laugh with his usual jokes, but there was also something soft and serious in the way he’d listen to you—whether you were venting about something small or sharing a memory from your past.

Every moment with him felt like a treasure—just being in each other’s company made everything feel right. You didn’t need grand adventures or flashy gestures; the quiet moments of being together were enough.

“I love just being here with you,” you said, slipping your hand into his.

Percy smiled, his eyes lighting up. “Me too. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

You didn’t need to say anything more. The way he held your hand, how he kept stealing glances at you with that goofy, love-sick grin, told you all you needed to know. Being with him was always enough.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, Percy pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you both sat on the sand. His fingers gently brushed through your hair, and you felt his chest rise and fall against your back with each slow breath.

You snuggled into him, feeling safe, loved, and completely content. His touch was grounding, and every small caress of his hand on your skin sent sparks through you.

“I could stay like this forever,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.

You smiled softly, tilting your head to look up at him. “I’d like that.”

And in that moment, you realised that Percy didn’t just love you in one way. He loved you in all the ways that mattered—in every word, every action, every moment spent together. His love was full and infinite, wrapped in gestures both big and small.

"I love you, Percy," you whispered.

"I love you more," he whispered back, and then kissed you softly, tenderly, as if the world outside of the two of you didn’t exist.

The sun had barely risen over Camp Half-Blood, the first light creeping through the cabin window, painting everything in a soft golden hue. But the peaceful morning felt anything but serene as you lay in bed, your stomach twisting uneasily. Morning sickness had been a constant companion lately, and today it was making its presence known again.

You groaned quietly, pulling the covers tighter around you, hoping for a few more minutes of rest. But the nausea was insistent, and your body didn’t seem to care that it was still too early. You tried to sit up, but the moment you did, a wave of dizziness hit, and you barely had time to throw off the blanket before you rushed to the bathroom.

You hadn’t even fully made it when you felt the telltale surge, your stomach lurching violently. As you stumbled toward the toilet, trying to brace yourself, a familiar voice called out from behind you.

“Hey, you okay?” Percy’s voice was thick with sleep, but there was immediate concern as he rushed to your side.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, not quite convincing yourself. “Just… just the morning sickness again.”

But you didn’t have much time to finish your sentence. With a barely contained groan, you bent forward, and the wave of nausea overtook you again. You could feel Percy’s hands at your back, steadying you, and before you knew it, his warm hand was gently holding your hair back, keeping it out of your face.

“I swear, I don’t know how you manage all this,” Percy said softly, his voice tinged with both sympathy and admiration. His fingers ran through your hair gently, brushing it out of your face as you took another moment to breathe.

You could barely manage a weak laugh, wiping your mouth as you straightened up. “It’s the pregnancy. The whole ‘growing a tiny human’ thing isn’t as glamorous as they make it seem.”

Percy chuckled, the sound deep and warm, despite the situation. “Yeah, I don’t think anyone told me the ‘pregnancy glow’ came with, like, fifty pounds of nausea and constant trips to the bathroom.”

You smiled, turning to face him, his gentle touch still at your back as you steadied yourself. “Well, I guess they didn’t tell me about the constant ‘I feel like I’m dying’ moments either.” You leaned against the sink, looking up at him with a half-smile. “But it’s okay. We’ll get through it.”

“Of course we will.” Percy grinned, reaching over to hand you a glass of water. “I’m here for every single crazy moment of it. Even the ones that involve me holding your hair while you, uh, throw up.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, but the affection in his eyes made your heart flutter. “Well, when you put it like that, I feel so glamorous.”

He leaned against the doorframe, still watching you with a soft smile. “You always look glamorous to me.” His voice dropped, playful and tender. “I mean, who else could look this good even when they’re not feeling their best?”

You laughed weakly, sipping the water he’d handed you. “I don’t know if you’re just being nice, but I’ll take it. Thanks, Seaweed Brain.”

“You’re welcome, Wise Girl.” Percy winked at you, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “You want to take it easy today? I can totally skip training and just hang out with you, make sure you’re comfy.”

You leaned back against the sink, your shoulders relaxing under his gaze. “I don’t want to ruin your day with my… growing a person drama. You’re not getting out of training that easily.”

Percy made a mock pout, crossing his arms dramatically. “But it’s for you! I can’t have my girlfriend feeling sick while I’m off battling monsters. The only thing I want to fight right now is your nausea.”

You rolled your eyes, but the affection in your gaze said everything you couldn’t quite express. “I’ll survive, Percy. But I think I could use a nap and maybe some ice cream… and I wouldn’t mind some company while I do it.”

A grin spread across Percy’s face as he took a step closer, his arms opening wide. “Now, that’s a mission I can definitely get behind.” He pulled you into a gentle hug, his warmth spreading through you. “We can nap, have ice cream, and I’ll even let you pick the movie—just so long as it’s not another one of those cheesy rom-coms.”

You laughed, snuggling into his chest. “Deal. But I’m warning you, there’s no way around the rom-coms. It’s part of my pregnancy cravings now.”

Percy groaned dramatically. “I should’ve known. But hey, anything for you and our tiny human.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his hand resting on your back as he pulled you close. “Besides, I get to be the one who spoils you, so I’m good with it.”

You smiled up at him, the nausea momentarily forgotten in the warmth of his embrace. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“You’re the lucky one, trust me.” Percy grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Now, come on. Let’s get you settled and find you some ice cream. Pregnancy cravings await!”

Being small had its perks, but now when your boyfriend is a giant—6'5 to be exact.

His giant calloused hand held your hips as you straddled his waist while the other stroked his cock once and then twice before pressing it to her entrace. You let out a whimper as his large dick slowly pierced through your tight cunt. 

He wiped your tears from your cheeks and pulled her down, holding her in his embrace.

“Are you okay? We can stop.” His eyes were drowned in lust, and deep down you knew he couldn't stop, even if he wanted.

You shook her head, determined to make him feel good, before using the wetness of your cunt to lower yourself further onto his cock, letting out small whines and whimpers until you were finally stuffed to the brim with his large dick. 

“Shit…” You leant back and held onto his thighs for support, and to both your surprises, there was a small lump on her stomach. Frank moved his hand over and pressed on it gently. A moan slipping threw her lips, the pressure making her clench around him, drawing a small groan from the giants lips. 

“So tight, baby... so good for me." He gently gripped your waist and guided you on his dick, starting slowly as your hips met the two lovers moaning in pleasure. 

His dick continued to draw sounds from your mouth as your body weakened and he picked up his pace, letting his bliss of pleasure take over his thoughts. You lean forward, your nails gripping onto his shoulders, which would leave cresent moon-shaped cuts to find in the morning. His hands moved from your hips to your waist, wrapping them around you as he thrust into you at whatever speed he could muster through his lust-filled thoughts. 

He held you tightly as he flipped you onto your back and wrapped your legs across each other from a ‘v’ to an 'x' hanging off his left shoulder while he leant forward, pressing them into your body. His hips moved at an impossible speed as he leant forward to capture your lips in a sloppy and breathy kiss, drawing you close to the edge. You let out a loud moan into the kiss, the tightness in your stomach unclenching as the tip of his dick reached an impossible depth. Your legs shake and quiver as he sat upright and continued to pound into your throbbing cunt, drawing his own high.

Your mind was overloading; there were no coherent words, only dazed mumbles of “fuck” or “too much.” Her body was tapping out, and you wanted to beg for him to stop, but the euphoric feeling was too addicting to stop. The feeling of his girthy dick filling you up and then leaving you half empty before stuffing you full again left you with blissful tears and drool down your chin.

“M’gonna cum, baby... so fucking close." He gripped your legs tightly while he thrust harshly into your cunt as deep as he could, biting her ankle to stop him from being too loud while thick ropes of cum spilt into her overstimulated cunt, the feeling drawing her to a second high. Frank thrust slowly, making sure he was drained dry before he slowly pulled out of her cunt, not wanting to hurt her or do any more damage to her now swollen pussy.

“You okay…?” You nodded and threw tears before holding your arms open.

It’s the middle of December, and the kitchen smells like cinnamon, sugar, and butter—exactly the kind of scent that fills you with warmth. Jason stands besides you, his fingers dusted with flour, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he rolls out dough on the countertop.

“You know,” he says, glancing over at you, “if you’re not careful, you might eat more than you bake.”

You laugh, reaching for a cookie cutter. “I wouldn’t be so bold. Not with you around.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh really? I thought I was the one who had to hold back.”

You meet his gaze—a playful challenge in your eyes. “Not this time.” You cut out a few star-shaped cookies and set them on the tray, your hands brushing briefly as you work side by side.

Jason leans over to grab more dough, and your fingers brush again, this time lingering just a second longer. When you look up, you catch the flicker of something softer in his eyes, something that makes your heart beat a little faster.

Without warning, he leans in, brushing a light kiss to your cheek, his lips warm and sweet. “You’re distracting me,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

You shake your head, trying to hide the smile that’s creeping up. “I’m just helping you focus.”

He laughs, the sound light and easy, and before you can even reply, he leans forward again—this time capturing your lips in a quick kiss, his fingers gently brushing your cheek.

“I’m getting better at this,” he grins against your lips, stepping back and grabbing a fresh ball of dough.

“Better? You’ve been perfect all along,” you say, your voice soft, a little breathless.

He looks over, that familiar glint in his eyes. “Perfect for Christmas cookies?”

“Perfect for everything,” you reply, the words slipping out before you can stop them. His expression softens, and for a moment, the only sounds are the quiet clinks of cookie cutters and the warmth of the oven in the background.

“Maybe we should make this a tradition,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

Now Luke and Y/n have a small past—more of a long past—it’s safe to say they are not friends at all.

Luke Castellan was popular around camp for many reasons; most of them were good, but he had his moments with girls; he’s a man-whore, really. Now he was hosting a party, which the whole camp had been invited to except her. 

Y/n POV

Where the fuck does he get off? Inviting everyone but me to a party? Fuck that! If I want to go to a party, I will. What’s he going to do? Beat me up!? As if!

I got ready for the party with my friends and gave them a run down on how I  would sneak in. I was getting into that party one way or another, whether Luke let her in or not.

Now that I'm nearly at the hermes’ cabin, I feel a bit scared; I mean, it’s just a party. Do I really have to go that badly?Apparently so!

I had to jump in through a window—not ideal for someone in a skirt, but I was driven. I had safely (as safe as anyone would be jumping through a window) gotten through the window and was dancing with my friends, enjoying myself drunk off the night.

Luke Castellan’s POV

What’s she doing here? I didn’t invite her? This fucking bitch is in my cabin dancing to my music, and for some reason I like it? No, I’m just drunk, and she’s just a girl. 

He walked up to her regardless of his thoughts, “What are you doing here?” Did that sound too harsh? I don’t even know. “I didn’t see you on the list." Okay, smile. I think I fixed it?

“I came to the party? It’s not illegal to party, is it?” Her voice sounds so smooth—I mean, kind of slurred—but smooth. She looks pretty; her hair looks so messy, probably from dancing, but yet it still looks good on her. Fuck this alcohol must be strong if this is how I’m thinking.

“It’s not illegal, but it’s pathetic; did you need to party that badly?” Gods, I’m such a dick; this isn’t how I wanted this to go...

“Fuck off, Luke, just let me enjoy myself?” Ouch. That was a big bite from my ego. Did she have to be so bratty?

“It’s not like I’m kicking you out? Shit, you’re already drunk and—well, here? Anyway, you owe me!”

Hell yeah, that was a good move, I’m gonna get out of cleaning those tables!

“I don’t owe you shit, Luke.” 

“Yeah, actually, you do.”

Third Person

Eventually she had agreed, and the party went on. Luke stole glances at her and her outfit multiple times throughout the night. She wasn’t any better; she was looking over at him, but not in little glances; it was more of a stare, but the alcohol was making her thoughts get a little slow. And so was his. 

Y/n POV

How the fuck did this happen? Luke and I are making out in the bathroom? Fuck off. Who would’ve known he was a good kisser?

I had one hand on his shoulder for balance while my other was lingering in his hair, tugging every now and then. Meanwhile, his hands were trailing up under my top, creeping up towards my thighs slowly.

Third Person

His hand had crept further until it was now massaging her tit while his other hand was resting on her waist just holding her safely against the bathroom door.

“Are you okay with this?” His words were slurred and sluggish from the alcohol.

She nodded, and he now had her lifted up onto the sink, holding her waist carefully and keeping her stable. Her eyes dropped to his lips and then back up to his lust-filled eyes; she always knew he was good-looking—not that she’d admit it, but he was. And now that she was eye to eye with him in this hot bathroom, she was completely under his control—or maybe it was just the alcohol.

He leant in, and they started kissing. This time, as they kissed, it was slow and filled with something her drunken mind couldn’t figure out. His lips were moving in a perfect sink with hers while his hands fiddled with her skirt, pulling it up so he could move his hand between her legs onto her pants, rubbing her clothed clitter slowly. His mouth had moved from her lips down onto her neck, leaving all sorts of little marks and spots.

“Fuck, Luke” Her voice was breathy as she spoke while her hand ran through her hair and her hips jutted forward for more. “Little more…”

“More? But you’ve been so bad all night? Sneaking into my party, dancing around like a whore,” he teased her and then grabbed her thighs, spreading them, and stood in between her legs, pressing himself against her clothes clitter and grinding into her.

“Wanna give me a hand?” He basically purred into her ear the scent of alcohol present, sending shivers down her spine from his voice and his moves. She let out a breathy “yeah” and then moved her hand down to his pants, pulling them down, and then moved her hand against his boxers.

“Wanna say please, hmm?” She smirked through her drunken estate.

He mumbled out a desperate “Please” before she moved her hand into his boxers, jerking him slowly with her hand.

Knock Knock Knock

The air was thick with the smell of the ocean—salt, wind, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. The night was cool, and the camp was quieter than usual, with most of the campers resting after a long day of training.

You and Percy had stolen away from the hustle of camp, walking down to the beach. The sand was soft beneath your feet, and the sky above was a canvas of stars. The moon hung low, casting a silvery glow across the water.

“I can’t believe we actually have some time to ourselves,” Percy murmured, glancing over at you with a small, easy smile. He had that way of making everything feel effortless, even in the middle of chaos.

You chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. “I think it’s the first time we’ve gotten a break in a while. It feels weird to just… be here. No monsters, no quests, no distractions.”

Percy shrugged, his hand brushing against yours. “Well, you deserve a break. You’ve been going nonstop for weeks.”

You turned to face him, your eyes catching the glint of the ocean in the moonlight. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t change a thing. Not if it means I get to spend time with you.”

He smiled, a soft blush colouring his cheeks as he stepped closer. “You really know how to make a guy feel special.”

There was a brief moment of silence, the sound of the waves filling the space between you. His hand gently brushed against yours, fingers tentatively reaching for yours. When your fingers interlaced, it felt natural, like the most obvious thing in the world.

You could feel his heartbeat as he leant in slightly, his breath mingling with yours in the cool night air. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of you.

“Can I—” Percy started, his voice quiet, his words trailing off as if unsure.

But you didn’t need him to finish. You could feel the pull between you, the unspoken tension that had been building for days—weeks even. Slowly, almost instinctively, you leant forward, your lips meeting his.

The kiss was gentle at first, a soft brush of lips that made your heart flutter. But as you both relaxed into it, it deepened—familiar, tender, and full of warmth. Percy’s hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you slightly closer, as if he didn’t want the moment to end.

You could taste the salt from the ocean on his lips, the faintest trace of warmth from the sun that had set hours ago, and the comfort of being with someone who made everything else feel so far away. His other hand rested lightly on your waist, his touch sending a warm thrill through you.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Percy smiled—a little dazed, a little more serious than usual.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, “that’s definitely worth the wait.”

You smiled, your forehead resting gently against his as you both stood there, wrapped in the quiet of the night, the sound of the ocean the only thing that could break the peaceful silence.