#fatedfires

You had given him permission to do this before. He knew he was allowed. But gods, it felt so dirty, and his cock was throbbing so badly. He just couldn’t help it. Everything was fine when you both fell asleep. Percy slept first, spooning you and holding you tight against his chest. It was warm, comfortable, and the perfect way to avoid nightmares.

Then he woke up. And you were still asleep. But your ass was pressed right up against him, and he knew you didn’t know what you were doing. He knew it wasn’t on purpose when you wiggled. On purpose or not, he tried his best to just lay there. To sleep again.

Sleep didn’t come.

Instead, he felt his blood rush to the one spot he didn’t want it to go. This was wrong, even if you told him it was okay in the past, to have his hard cock pressed right up against your ass while you slept. It wasn’t like you had a lot of clothes between you two. You were wearing your underwear, and he had on his boxers, and that was it. No pants. No shorts. His chest was against your bare back. Every single point of contact was going straight to his cock, making him throb.

And he shouldn’t do it, but he couldn’t help himself. He shoved his face into your neck and thrusted his hips against your ass. As soon as he did? You made some sleepy little gasp, and then rubbed your ass back against him.

Fuck, he was going to explode. How could you do that to him?

Percy’s hips continued to move against you. He nipped lightly at your neck, not wanting to wake you up, while knowing he should. He definitely should.

Slowly, one of his hands drifted down your stomach. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, but it kept going down. And down. Until he reached your underwear. He toyed with the hem, contemplating. Should he rub you through your underwear? You weren’t awake, it wasn’t like you’d care.

He slipped his fingers under the hem. Percy sucked in a breath when he felt your cunt. You were already completely soaked, and still grinding your ass back against him. Maybe you were having a wet dream.

You had told him before that you had them about him sometimes.

Percy dragged his fingers through your folds, collecting your juices. He swirled his finger around your clit, and you bucked your hips into his hand. His eyes fluttered shut. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be real. Your body was responding to his touches, even while you slept. He was nearly panting into your neck already. Not from doing anything, just from how worked up he felt.

A wet patch was growing on his boxers. His dick was throbbing so much it almost hurt.

He ignored that for now. He slipped one finger— two— into your cunt, slowly pumping them in and out. Sleepy whines left your lips while your breathing started to speed up.

That was it. He couldn’t take it anymore. Your pussy was absolutely soaked, you sounded so needy, and you were bucking against his fingers like you needed more. Needed his cock, needed him fucking into you like he couldn’t get enough of you.

He pulled his fingers out of you and started pulling your underwear down your legs, wasting no time in tossing them to the floor. His boxers were quick to follow. More skin to skin contact. His cock pressed against your ass as he laid there, taking a deep breath, trying to prepare himself. How was this turning him on so much? You were asleep, for gods sake.

Yet again, he buried his face in your neck.

“Fuck, love. Need you so bad,” he whispered, voice hoarse, almost a whine. He slowly started to push into you, just the tip at first. Your walls hugged him so perfectly. You were so soft in sleep, too, so malleable. Letting him control your hips, squeeze your thighs, he knew he could move you however he want. Inch by inch, he kept pushing in until he bottomed out. Percy didn’t start thrusting right away.

Percy could have busted right then and there. You felt so good around him. He felt so worked up even though he’d barely done anything.

“You feel so good like this,” he murmured against your neck. You couldn’t hear him, but he always felt like he should praise you. This was no different. His hips slowly moved, shallow thrusts, not wanting to go too hard yet. He didn’t know how you weren’t waking up. He didn’t know how he could fuck you while you slept, and you continued to sleep like you had no idea. More moans fell from your lips, though. They were still sleepy. But they encouraged him to speed up his thrusts.

He wouldn’t pound you into the mattress, not when you were sleeping. His current thrusts were hard, not particularly fast, but hard. The sound of skin slapping wasn’t exactly quiet, but then again, he wasn’t trying to be.

He never tried to be quiet with you.

Slowly, you were starting to wake up. You were caught up in a dream, half asleep, dreaming about Percy fucking you. So the fact that he was actually fucking you hadn’t quite sunk in yet. You moaned again, sounding less sleepy this time, more awake, and Percy’s hips stuttered.

Oh, fuck. Did he wake you? Were you going to call him disgusting for sticking his cock into your welcoming cunt while you slept?

Realistically, he knew you wouldn’t.

You’d asked him for this before.

“C’mon Perce,” you’d whined. “Wake me up with your cock. Just once.”

He remembered that day so vividly. He’d told you no, told you that you couldn’t really consent if you were asleep. Yet here he was, buried deep inside you.

“Why’d you stop?” You mumbled, voice rough from sleep. You hadn’t even batted an eye when you realized he was fucking you. Feeling this amazing when you woke up was a godsend. Before he could respond, you pushed back against him, trying to feel more friction. Needing it. He’d already got you worked up, you could feel that coil in your gut getting tighter, you needed him to keep going.

“This okay?” He asked, sounding sheepish.

“Just fuck me, Percy,” you sighed.

Percy didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled all the way out, before slamming right back into you. His thrusts were more aggressive now that you were awake— he wasn’t worried about waking you up. He reached his hand around to start rubbing your clit in time to his thrusts.

“Percy,” you whined his name, turning your head towards him. You captured his lips in a sloppy kiss. He was behind you, so kissing wasn’t exactly easy.

“Gonna cum,” he murmured against your lips. His thrusts got more erratic, more desperate. One of his hands squeezed your hip, the other rubbed your clit even more insistently.

You were getting close too. You woke up close. So you tried to meet his thrusts, no longer kissing him but shoving your head into the pillow. “Mmm, cum f’me, Perce,” you moaned, wanting the words to come out as more of a demand. They didn’t, but you felt him bite down on your neck lightly.

A few more thrusts and then he was burying himself in your cunt, filling you up with his seed, at the same time that you felt that coil snap. You tightened around him, making him moan into your neck.

The two of you were a panting mess after. He laid there, still inside you and slowly softening.

“You should wake me up like that more often,” you said, between breaths.

You didn’t want a baby. You didn’t. Honestly, the idea of pregnancy was horrifying to you. Terrifying. The scariest though you’d ever have. That did not prevent you from getting wet whenever Luke would whisper in your ear, while balls deep inside you, about filling you up. He never wore a condom. And so far, he had always pulled out, despite his dirty words and despite the way you wished he would. Not to get you pregnant, not for real, but the idea of it…

Okay, you were pretty into the idea of being bred.

So during the fall, when you went off to college, you also made a doctor appointment. You didn’t know who was paying for it— you were a demigod, that didn’t concern you— but you got exactly what you wanted. Birth control.

You didn’t tell Luke right away, too embarrassed to admit what you’d done and why. The summer was well underway now, and each and every time Luke had you in bed— yours, since the Hermes cabin was always so full— you thought about it. One pretty ‘please’ from your mouth, and you knew he wouldn’t pull out. Knew he would probably bust right then and there. You knew him too well.

And you knew he felt the same as you did about it. He didn’t want kids. Not really. But he absolutely wanted to breed you.

A match made in heaven. Or, well, maybe Elysium? Either way, you wanted the same thing.

Luke had just come out of the showers, only in a towel, and marched right to your empty cabin. It hung dangerously loose around his waist, his hair was plastered to his forehead, and little drops of water still dripped from his skin. He looked delicious. Part of you wanted to lick one of those water droplets…

Okay, no, that was a little much, even for you. Probably.

“You look so… cozy,” he teased, with one side of his lips curled up into that smirk he always gave you. Not the same one he gave everyone else, one that was just slightly more genuine, with a little bit of love in it.

You glanced down at yourself. You were in one of his hoodies, and that… that was it, really. It was late, and you’d been tired all day! Who could blame you for getting into your pajamas early? Your face heated up slightly, though he’d seen you in less. Far, far less. And it was a little difficult for you to remain embarrassed when you were praying to the gods that his towel would slip.

Was it weird to pray for that? You weren’t actually.

“I didn’t think you’d visit,” you shot back, though your words were far softer than you wanted to be. You only earned a chuckle from him, as he crawled onto your bed, then crawled over you, his arms basically caging you in against your pillows.

And now you regretted the fact that, while you weren’t wearing a bra under his hoodie, you were wearing panties. Not even cute ones.

Not that Luke would care. You’d been with him for years now, after all. But still, you liked being cute for him, and dressing up for him, and you definitely would have put on something totally different if you’d known he was going to show up. Then again, if he knew you were at the cabin alone— which he had a very high likelihood of knowing— you should have just assumed he would show.

“You think so lowly of me?” He asked, leaning in. His lips brushed the corner of yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, right as one of his hands moved to squeeze your upper thigh.

“Lowly?” You snorted. You pressed a kiss to his lips.

A kiss he pulled away from.

“Yes. You think I wouldn’t visit you whenever I can?”

“Well…” You pursed your lips, yours brushing against his yet again. “I know you normally do… You’d never pass up on an opportunity to fuck me.”

“That’s not the only reason and you know it,” he said, with an uncharacteristic pout. As high as Luke’s sex drive was, you did know he loved you. There were a few times, in the falls that you stayed at camp, where he snuck into your cabin. Not for sex, just to cuddle up next to you, and fall asleep with you tangled in his arms.

Still, it was fun to tease him about how horny he always was.

“Awhh, whiny baby Luuuuke,” you teased. Now it was time for your lips to quirk up into a grin.

He smashed his lips against yours, just to shut you up. You giggled against his lips, though it was muffled, and wrapped your arms around his neck. You snaked them into his wet hair. In the brief argument— if it could be called that— you’d completely forgotten about his lack of clothing.

Of how very naked he was.

Especially now that the towel, loose as it was, had fallen away from him, just barely draped over his leg now. The majority of it was laying useless on the bed next to you. If only you could see him…

Luke’s hand traveled up your thigh, under the hem of his hoodie. Your breath hitched, though he didn’t pull away from the kiss. Didn’t let you actually catch your breath. His finger rubbed methodical circles around your clothed clit, on your already wet underwear, while his other hand continued to hold him up, so he wouldn’t crush you. He nipped at your bottom lip, and obediently— maybe you should be a brat for him occasionally, but not tonight— you parted them.

His tongue was in your mouth within seconds. Dancing with yours, reaching as far into your mouth as he could, as if he was claiming your mouth. At the same moment, his fingers had slipped under your underwear, one of his fingers prodding at your soaking cunt.

You couldn’t talk. Could barely make a noise. All you knew?

Tonight was the night.

His finger slowly pumped in and out a few times, before he added a second one. Luke pulled away from your mouth, looking down at you. And the words were on the tip of your tongue—

“Need you now, baby,” he whispered, his voice a little raspy. Husky.

“Need you too,” you breathed right back.

He peeled your drenched panties down your legs, while you dragged his hoodie off yourself. If Luke was naked, you wanted to be, too. You wanted to feel each and every inch of his skin against yours.

Luke ran his hard cock through your folds, once, twice, gathering your juices on him. You even heard him let out a small groan.

“Someone really is needy, huh?” You joked, though your teasing didn’t last long when he pushed himself inside. A sigh left your lips, and your arms were around his neck again, one hand in his hair, the other ready to scratch at his back. Because, gods, you would definitely leave claw marks on him.

“Yeah? Wanna say that again?” Luke asked, his face in your neck. You could feel him grinning when he started to thrust in and out.

You nearly forgot to tell him. Well, you did forget, with the way his cock hit that spot inside you already, but somehow, you managed to remember that, yeah, you wanted to tell him to breed you. Tell him it was safe.

“L-oh, fuck, Luke,” you moaned, your nails just barely biting into his back.

“Yeah, baby?” He grunted. He pulled away from your neck to look you in the eye, though his hips never once stopped. Luke kept up his pace, which wasn’t exactly slow, but it wasn’t fast, either, and he kept thrusting deep enough to hit you right there, and what were you even going to say again?

Oh, yeah.

“I’m- I’m on the pill,” you gasped the words out.

It was like you flipped a switch. He leaned away from you, his cock still buried deep inside your cunt. Luke grabbed your thighs, and they were no longer at his hips. He pushed them back, folding you into a mating press. His chest brushed against yours with how closely he leaned down into you, and in this position? You could forget about thinking ever again.

He kept pounding into your g-spot, and you could barely think, but you were definitely seeing stars. And he had sped up, going harder, too, and fuck.

“Yeah? Are you?” He basically growled into your ear. You felt yourself clench around him. “That mean you want me to fill you up? Yeah? Fuck my seed into you?”

You’d never seen Luke like this, not quite. He’d railed you into your mattress more times than you could count, but never this deep. Never this hard. Never this… serious? You weren’t sure what to call it, but you’d really gotten him riled up. All you could do was whimper in response.

“That’s what you want. I know it is,” he continued, nipping at your earlobe. “Wouldn’t have told me otherwise.”

He kept going, pounding right into you, and you were so close to the edge, you knew he was going to push you over. But he was close too, you knew from the way his hips stuttered, how his thrusts turned erratic.

You were going to milk him for all he was worth. Your nails dug into his back as you started to clench around him, his mouth a chant on your lips. He made some high pitched noise— one you wished you could have teased him about— before burying himself deep inside you. The feeling made you moan again, your head falling back on your pillows.

You should have gotten on some form of birth control long ago.

Luke collapsed on top of you, his cock still buried in your cunt, as you both slowly started to catch your breath. Your hand slowly ran through his hair. It was still wet, though now you were pretty sure it was mostly sweat.

“Alright, Luke, get up-”

“You think we’re done?”

“Jason, come on. Please,” you pouted, pushing out your bottom lip. You looked up at him, through your lashes, giving him the look, hoping he’d cave. He had said no in the past, for fear of hurting you. But you trust him so completely.

“What if I-”

“You won’t. Trust yourself like I trust you,” you said.

You were laying next to each other in bed, already completely bare. His lips were swollen from kisses, and yours weren’t much better. One of your hands were on his chest, the other running gently through his hair. Trying to relax him. Trying to show him there was nothing to worry about, not even from himself. Especially not from himself. When had he ever been harsh with you?

Never.

“I would never forgive myself if I hurt you,” he sighed, chewing on his lip. His glasses were knocked askew. You didn’t fix them. They looked cute.

“It’s supposed to feel good, though.”

“Why do you know that?”

“…It’s a kink, alright? And if you just do a really weak pulse… I’ll be fine.”

Jason looked you in the eye. His hand was on your hip, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth. He did this when he was really considering something— which didn’t normally happen when you were about to have sex, but you were shocked he’d even entertain you on this.

“We can try it. But if it hurts you, I’m stopping right away,” he decided. You knew he didn’t just mean he’d stop electrocuting you. That was pretty obvious. He meant he’d stop fucking you, and he’d go into ‘I need to take care of you’ mode.

You couldn’t argue with that logic. A big grin crossed you lips and you smashed yours against his.

“I’ll tell you exactly where to do it,” you mumbled against his lips. His hand slipped down your hip, settling between your thighs as he kissed you. While the kiss was unhurried, his fingers pumped in and out of you quickly. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. If it were up to you, his throbbing cock would be inside you right now, but he always insisted on foreplay, for fear of hurting you. Jason was the sweetest, most considerate boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. You felt lucky to have him.

Jason also knew exactly where to curl his fingers to hit your g-spot.

“Jase,” you breathed against his lips, “ ‘m ready.”

“Are you sure?” He asked. He’d pulled away, just far enough to talk to you. His lips still brushed against your lips.

“Mhm.”

He pulled away completely, leaning over the side of the bed and reaching into the bedside table. A pout crossed your lips, but was gone before he could turn back around. Jason was all about being safe, even though you were absolutely desperate to feel him inside of you. Raw. You’d get there.

Not this time, but you’d get there. This time you’d already convinced him to shock you. He was probably slightly on edge. You wouldn’t push for anything else.

You shifted onto your back, a smile gracing your lips as you watched him. Jason ripped the condom open with his teeth, and rolled it onto his cock.

Early on in your relationship, he had told you about how he practiced putting on a condom. First, he put them on a banana, then he put them on himself. He wanted to do everything perfectly. Safely. It was so cute and sweet, even if you didn’t mind if he decided against wearing one. He always did, though.

Sex ed in camp was decidedly lacking. Anything either of you learned was either with each other, or when he went to a public library and started reading about it.

You didn’t know whether that was cute or not. He’d admitted it late one night, after you had had sex, that he was trying to do research on how to please you properly. You already thought he was considerate, and that was definitely considerate too. But it was a little silly, because not everyone’s the same, and you were pretty sure he’d learn much better hands on. And then he did. He learned what you liked.

Jason got on top of you, one hand next to your head, holding him up. You wanted to bite his bicep. His other hand was on his cock, lining it up perfectly with your cunt.

Slowly, he pushed in. He always started slow. Most of the time, he didn’t ever go that fast. His thrusts just got harder and harder, until he was pounding into you at a pace that made you go crazy.

He bottomed out inside you and paused, as he always did. To let you adjust.

You’d tried to tell him repeatedly that he didn’t need to do that every single time, but he insisted. Now you leaned up to capture his lips, licking his bottom one and then into his mouth, before you pulled away.

“I’m good, Jase. Fuck me,” you whispered.

And he did. His hips started to move. His thrusts were slow, but hard, hitting so deep inside, you were already starting to see stars.

You grabbed his hand, a sigh escaping you lips, and moved his fingers to your clit. His cock was so good, you almost forgot what you’d asked him to do. Almost. But you’d done far too much research into this— which wasn’t very easy, especially when you didn’t want to go to some library and you doubted they even had information on electricity kinks. You couldn’t have a phone to look this shit up either. But you managed— to let the opportunity pass you by.

Jason knew exactly what you wanted when you moved his hand there. His fingers started to run slow circles around your clit.

“Okay, Jase,” you breathed, your eyes fluttering shut. Gods, it was hard to talk with his cock hitting right there repeatedly. You wouldn’t allow yourself to become cock drunk that easily. Not today. “Jus- just a small shock. Right there.”

After one second of hesitation, he did. A very weak shock emitted from his fingertips, right into your clit. Pleasure shocked through you right as he did it, your pussy tightened around him and made him groan, his eyes closing. Your own eyes were wide, his name fell from your lips in a loud moan.

You didn’t expect it to feel that good.

“You like that?” He asked, quietly, even though he knew you definitely did. You were sure he didn’t realize just how dirty that question sounded, either. He was being genuine.

“Fuck, yes Jase, felt so good,” you answered, your breathing shallow.

He kept fucking into you at that same steady pace, and rubbing your clit. Every so often, you felt another shock shoot through you, pleasure right along with it. Your orgasm was fast approaching— faster than normal, too.

Jason knew how to work you, but you were normally able to last longer.

One more well placed shock, and you were done for.

But Jason knew that. He thrusted into you again, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot so well. And at the same time? He sent another shock through you. Each shock had made you tighten around him, and this one was no different— except, it was the one that caused your orgasm, so your cunt was fluttering around him and you were gushing and moaning his name, and it only took a few more thrusts before he spilled into the condom.

Jason could never get enough of seeing you come undone like that. He made a mental note to keep shocking you during sex.

Luke was always a possessive partner, and a jealous one, too. He always had his arm around your waist, or a hand on your thigh. He was always right there with you whenever he could be. Everyone at camp knew: you were Luke’s. And he was yours. Boys around camp were scared just to talk to you, or even look your way, after what happened with that Aphrodite boy who winked at you.

Not in a flirting way. But Luke hadn’t had the context.

You’d never seen anyone look so pretty with a black eye, but that Aphrodite boy didn’t seem to suffer too much from it. An Apollo kid gave him a lot more attention after.

The only boys in camp who still had the nerve— or perhaps stupidity— to flirt with you? None other than Luke Castellan’s brothers. Especially the Stoll brothers. The older of the two, Travis, wasn’t all that much younger than you. Which meant Connor Stoll wasn’t either. But even Luke’s younger siblings flirted with you, though they didn’t mean anything by it. They just wanted to annoy their older brother. At least, that’s what you hoped.

You really didn’t want to think about if they actually meant it.

Only, twoof his siblings really had meant it when they flirted with you. The Stoll brothers. And they were the reasons you were in Luke’s bed, under him, with his cock bullying your insides.

And it wasn’t even your first round.

You knew how much of a jealous boyfriend he was. He warned you before you got together.

His brothers just had to test their luck, and yours. You knew they did it, half because they liked you, and the other half just to piss Luke off. That’s what the Stoll brothers were best at, anyway— pissing people off.

Travis had approached you first, in the Hermes cabin. Luke had gone off to shower, trusting you around his siblings. Trusting his siblings around you. And then his brother Connor did. The latter didn’t even do anything too much, he just complimented you and asked you when it was his turn. As he always did. And, of course, you had turned him down, as always. Travis, though?

He had taken your chin into his hand and turned your face towards his. Totally uncalled for. Luke had just walked in.

You had slapped Travis’s hand away, but it was too late. The damage had been done.

Luke had seen it all.

He kicked his siblings out of the cabin— as the head counselor, he could do that— with a sneer on his face. You were just glad none of them ended up dead.

“Fuckin’ whore,” he snarled in your ear, fucking into you. You were already a mess. His cock was drenched, in your cum and his, but he still didn’t stop. “Need a piece of all my siblings? I’m not enough?”

“N-no, don’t need them,” you gasped.

Your nails had already bitten into his back, and you were scared you were leaving the nastiest scratches, but he didn’t even seem to feel them at all. At least, he didn’t react to them.

“No? Then what the fuck was Travis doing? Why’d you let him touch you?”

Each question was punctuated by an especially hard thrust. You were already feeling so sensitive, already on the verge of tears, and you knew that if he kept going, you might start crying. Even if you did, you wouldn’t as him to stop. Gods, it felt so good, it was just so overwhelming.

“Slapped him for it. I swear, Luke, I-” Your words got cut off yet again by another moan. “Don’t need anyone. No one but you.”

“Yeah?”

“Y-yeah, Luke, please,” you pleaded, unsure what you were even asking for. You might have just been incoherently babbling at this point. Cock drunk. Desperate to cum again. Desperate to feel him cum again.

“Slut,” he huffed, though there wasn’t as much heat to it. Not nearly compared to when he first started fucking you.

“Luke,” you moaned. A tear slipped down your cheek. You didn’t even notice.

“Can’t handle the consequences, huh? Shouldn’t have flirted back.”

“I didn’t!”

Luke sent you a glare. He pushed your legs up, angling deeper. With each thrust, he was pounding into your g-spot. He was torturing you, and it felt good, but you were crying now, and you didn’t want him to stop, gods you never wanted him to stop, but it was too much. Too, too much. You didn’t know how much more you could handle. Not another round, that was for sure.

“None of them- f-fuck, Luke, none of them matter but you. No one matters to me, no one but you, I swear, I love you, I- please,” your voice cracked this time.

Were you begging for release? Or were you begging him to believe you? Or maybe both.

“Just me?”

“Just you.”

With those words, one of his hands left your hips— you were going to have hand shaped bruises— and went to your clit.

Immediately, he sent you over the edge. You were seeing stars before he pushed you over, but now your eyes were on him. On his blue eyes, taking in the view of the hard angle of his jaw, the glare in his eyes, and his hair that was sticking to his forehead, definitely from sweat. You cried out in pleasure and your cunt clamped down on him, but he didn’t stop thrusting into you. Not even when he started to spill into you. It was only when he was milked completely dry that he finally came to a stop, no longer thrusting in and out. Slowly, so slowly, he finally pulled out of you. You didn’t know how long it had been— at least an hour, you were sure, with however many rounds.

Luke collapsed down next to you, pulling you close.

“Not done,” he whispered, voice soft now. He leaned in, kissing your neck. They were closed kisses at first, but then he started to suck hickeys into your neck. Of course he would— especially when he felt like his ‘territory’ had been threatened. You were his. Everyone had to know that.

A few bite marks were sprinkled in with the marks left on your neck and chest. He didn’t even stop there. He left them everywhere he could reach.

Luke loved risks. He loved the thrill of getting caught— or at least, being worried you might. It all started with you having a quickie in his cabin. The Hermes cabin was always full, someone was always there, so when you visited Luke, and it was just the two of you? You had to take full advantage of it. He pushed you up against the wall, fucked you, and when you were done and had just finished buttoning your shorts again, the Stoll brothers walked in. They probably knew. Your hair was a wreck, so was Luke’s, he was all sweaty, both of you had kiss swollen lips.

But they couldn’t prove it.

The next time it was in the communal showers around midnight. Everyone else was asleep except for you two.

Another time, he took you in the woods right after a game of capture the flag. The rest of the campers had gone back to their cabins, or at least you assumed so. You could never be sure. Then he wanted to fuck you at the campfire. After everyone had left. But people sometimes came back, so it was still a risk.

This was the worst one, you thought. The worst place he could have picked. He already had you bent over the table, gently grinding himself against you. It was probably five in the morning— a risky time, for sure. You couldn’t take too long, but then, he enjoyed almost getting caught, so you knew he’d take his time. The dining pavilion was where you’d get caught, you were sure. With you bent over the Hermes table, with your shorts and underwear pulled down your thighs, and Luke’s pants and boxers around his ankles.

His hands were gripping your hips so tightly, you knew there’d be bruises. There always were.

Luke enjoyed leaving his mark on you.

With his cock inside you with slow, gentle thrusts in and out, it was difficult to think about how awful the location was for too long. Yes, it was a huge risk, and yes, you were stressed. But you would also be a liar if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

You might not have been as thrill seeking as the son of Hermes, but you still enjoyed a thrill.

“Luke,” you panted. At your words, his thrusts sped up, he stopped being so gentle.

He liked the thrill, sure. And you thought he might actually enjoy getting caught— the degenerate he was— but he respected you. Luke knew you didn’t want to be caught. Almost? Sure, that was exhilarating. But the idea of actually getting caught, with Luke’s cock deep inside you? That made you feel sick to your stomach. Intimate moments like these should stay intimate. Stay between the two of you.

Even if you did it in public.

Luke leaned over, his chest against your back. The worst thing about fucking in public was the fact that you couldn’t strip him bare. You had to keep your shirts on just in case. He still looked good in his Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, but you would much rather feel his skin against yours.

His thrusts had gotten relentless. The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud, so fucking loud in the dining pavilion. If anyone was nearby, they’d surely hear it.

And they’d probably hear your moans.

He had to cover your mouth with his hand, all while he panted and groaned under his breath. Right in your ear, with his lips brushing against it. Your fingers were going white from how harshly you were gripping the table. It was the Hermes table— an extra “fuck you” to his dad, Luke had said. You didn’t really care which table it was. Though you told him you’d feel a little wrong if was your own godly parent.

“Gonna keep squeezin’ me like that?” He hissed in your ear. His breathing was heavy, his thrusts bordering on cruel at this point. Just how you liked it. Still, you couldn’t speak with his hand covering your mouth. “You’ll make me bust like this. You’d like that, huh?”

You tried to whine. It was muffled. He almost always came inside you, and yes, you did love it. You loved the feeling of when he pulled out, and it started to drip down your thighs.

“So fuckin’ dirty,” he breathed out. Luke leaned down to bite your neck. He was never shy about marking you up, the other campers had just learned to look the other way. You always had at least one hickey that was visible to everyone. Dark ones on your neck, or maybe your collarbone— but those weren’t normally visible enough for him.

Your body was basically bouncing forward with every single slam of his hips. If you were in your own bed, you’d probably be hitting your head on the headboard.

But he wouldn’t be quite this rough when you were actually in bed.

His hand snaked around to start rubbing your clit. You were already close, already done for, but that sent you right over the edge. Luke held his hand tighter against your mouth, stifling each and every moan that threatened to spill from your lips. He kissed the back of your neck. Your pussy tightened around him, threatening to milk him for everything he had.

And milk him you did. One thrust, two, and then he was burying himself deep inside you, shooting those thick streams of cum. His cum was always thick. You loved it on your tongue. His lips brushed your ear as he came, a small hitch of his breath the only noise he made.

Then he had already pulled out, yanked you off the table and yanked up your shorts. You started to button them, still in a daze, while he got his own pants up and buttoned.

Your panties were wet from his cum and your own.

“Luke? [y/n]?” A voice called out as someone walked into the dining pavilion. You couldn’t help your panting yet, you hadn’t had enough time to catch your breath, so you just looked at the boy blankly, dazed. Blue eyes. Messy brown hair. A mischievous smirk on his lips.

“Hey, Travis,” Luke greeted, lifting his hand in a wave.

Travis looked between the two of you. Your heart seized when you realized how close you’d gotten to being caught. Surely, he knew exactly what you had been doing, even if he didn’t see it. It was always hard to be quiet, and besides, Luke had slammed into you so hard, you knew it was loud. Anyone nearby could have heard it.

Caught by Luke’s brother, of all people.

“Seems like you two were busy this morning,” Travis snickered, wiggling his eyebrows.

The sun hadn’t even started to rise when Percy had pulled you out of bed. The two of you were early to camp that summer— his college classes ended, while you took your exams early to go with him— so there weren’t that many campers there yet. Camp had never felt to calm, so empty. And when you first stepped foot on the beach? Finally, the sun was just barely peeking over the horizon.

You hadn’t even had time to put on shoes, but trying to avoid the sand, even with shoes, was impossible anyway.

He rushed to a towel on the beach, just far enough from the water. Percy made sure to keep a hold of your hands the entire time, pulling your sleepy form with him as he made sure you didn’t stumble too much.

“I thought we’d get to sleep in once we got to camp,” you mumbled, stifling a yawn. You pulled one hand from his to sleepily rub your eyes.

“And I thought you’d enjoy spending the last of our time alone awake and together,” he teased back. He pulled you down onto the towel with him. Sand would get everywhere, regardless of how hard you tried to avoid it. Percy stripped his shirt off before he turned back to you.

“Are you trying to seduce me before the sun has even risen, Perseus?”

“Is it working?”

You gave him an unamused look. It was, actually. Percy had muscle, though he wasn’t big and bulky like some of the other campers. Most of his muscle was lean. And with his shirt off, you had the luxury of seeing almost every inch of his skin. Aside from what was under his basketball shorts.

Because of course you were both in your pajamas.

“No,” you lied, rolling your eyes at him. You pushed his shoulder for good measure. “But I assume you expect me to take my shirt off now.”

“Please?” Percy asked, almost perking up. His eyes had lit up. He looked so hopeful.

“Ugh. Fine. But isn’t the beach a little… public?” You asked. Even so, you pulled your shirt up and over your head. It landed on the sand. It’d be hell to put back on when you were ready to leave.

“Do you think the rest of the campers are gonna wake up this early?” No. If it had been up to you, you wouldn’t have woken up that early either. But he had gone right into your cabin— none of your siblings were back yet— and basically carried you out of bed. Then he let you walk next to him, though he had to make sure you didn’t fall, since you were still have asleep. You were tired of the early mornings during college, looking forward to the not so early mornings at camp.

Until Percy woke you up, even earlier than if you were at college.

“I suppose not.”

“C’mere,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you, which you immediately returned.

Neither one of you had gone long without the other. You both went to New Rome University. You saw each other literally every day there. So his kiss wasn’t desperate right away.

The only difference was how you slept in different buildings at camp. You had your own dorm, of course, but you always spent the night in his.

He shifted so that he was hovering above you, slowly pushing you down onto the towel. Your arms wrapped around his neck. You knew exactly what he meant to do with this little excursion— and you couldn’t even blame him. In college, you had so much more opportunity than at camp. Of course, you always made it work regardless.

Percy’s fingers threaded gently through your hair as you kissed him.

It didn’t stay innocent forever. Not even for very long, either. No one else would wake up this early, sure, but if you took your time? They’d probably catch you. You didn’t really want to think about what would happen if you got caught.

You were the one to escalate it. Your tongue darted out, running along his bottom lip. Percy parted his lips, only to shove his tongue into your mouth before you could do anything else. His hand found its way into your pants as well, right under your underwear. His finger found your clit immediately. With how well he knew your body, it was so easy for him. He slowly started to rub tiny circles around it.

Before you knew it, you were tugging down his shorts, taking his boxers down with them. He didn’t even pull away from the kiss, he just kicked them away.

He’d have sand in his boxers when you were done.

Dimly, you realized you probably would, too. But you didn’t have much time to think that through, not when he pumped two fingers into your cunt. You groaned into his mouth, the sound still muffled.

Percy didn’t work his fingers into you for very long. All too quickly, he stopped, so he could pull your pants down. You knew what was coming, but you still let out a small whine when his fingers left you. He grinned against your lips and pulled away from you, his breathing shallow.

“Who knew you were this whiny-”

“Oh, shut up and fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

“You can’t be serio-” your groan was interrupted when he sunk into you. His hands were all over you, in your hair, on your hips, thighs, chest, waist. The pace he set was nearly ruthless. Fast and hard.

Sand had made its way onto the sides of the towel, though neither of you could really pay attention to that. It was inevitable.

Neither of you lasted all that long. Didn’t need to, and couldn’t, the sun was quickly rising now, and with it, the other campers would too. Your solitude wouldn’t last forever. Percy had pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, one of his hands between your thighs again, rubbing circles around your clit. He came first, burying himself deep inside you, and you felt your orgasm wash over you only a few moments later.

You laid together, panting. Trying to catch your breath.

“If there’s sand in my underwear, I’m going to kill you, Perce.”

“You don’t have to wear them.”

Leo’s ability to control flames had always intrigued you. In innocent ways— even when he didn’t have any fire summoned, he seemed unreasonably warm. Not that you’d complain about that. You were always cold, so having him around to be a human sized space heater was perfect. Especially that one winter, when snow was everywhere and your windows were iced over and oh, did you mention? Your dorm’s heater had busted.

Now you were at camp again, in Bunker Nine with Leo. He used his powers so casually. And while your fascination had been innocent in nature most of the time, it wasn’t always.

What would he do, if you asked him to use his power during sex?

You were pretty sure he wouldn’t. So you lounged on the couch— it was one of the only things in the bunker without a bunch of oil and grease stains on it. Leo didn’t even have any comfortable seats before he started inviting you to the bunker. The first time you visited, he had a picnic table and various metal chairs. You’d made some sarcastic remark about it.

And the second time? There was a couch, and then in the corner, there was a very cozy looking pillow fort.

Leo had just heated up one of his tools with his hand, and you sighed. Loudly.

“Need something, cariño?” He asked, glancing up from his work. When he looked at you, you were draped over the couch, giving him that pitiful look you wore so well. The one you always gave him when he paid far too much attention to his projects, and not enough to you. Even though the two of you had spent the whole day together already. You still wanted more attention, you wanted more affection, you wanted him. And most importantly, you wanted to see if you could get him to use fire, in anyway.

You weren’t a masochist. Probably.

“Don’t you love me?” You asked, sticking your bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. You watched him as he put down his tools and wiped his hands on his apron.

“You know I do,” he replied. Leo went right over to the sink in the workshop, looking over his shoulder at whatever he’d been working on— you weren’t actually sure, he had been talking about it for awhile, but you were too distracted. Surely he would understand.

Leo carefully took off his oil spattered apron, though the rest of him didn’t fare much better, and thoroughly washed his hands. You were pretty sure you even saw grease in his hair. And when he turned away from the sink, and made his way to you? When you actually saw his face? There was absolutely oil or grease or whatever else he was working with on his nose.

Of all places, he had gotten it on his nose.

It was cute. Endearing, really, but you had many, many other things on your mind. As soon as he was close enough, you grabbed him and pulled him down onto you, kissing him. He only had the chance to let out a shocked squeak, then he was laying right on top, his lips on yours.

Leo would never complain about you starting things. He took it in stride— after the squeak— and caressed your cheek, one hand holding him up.

One thing about your boyfriend that you would never go tired of, was how quick and easy it was to turn him on. Almost as soon as you had pulled him down onto the couch, you had started to feel him poking against your thigh.

You started to palm him through his pants, all while kissing him.

He groaned into your mouth, pressing himself into your hand. Slowly, his hand traveled down from your cheek, to your shoulder, chest, lower… Leo nipped at your bottom lip and pushed his tongue into your mouth the moment you started to open it. Your tongue met him in the usual dance.

Kissing Leo was always so much fun. He was impatient, and while you tried to pretend to be patient, you weren’t.

He started to rub you through your pants. You responded with a groan— more frustrated than anything else, really. Sure, you were palming him through his pants, but you just wanted to feel his skin against yours. You stopped palming him and worked to undo his zipper, hoping he would catch on quick.

Leo always did. He grinned against your mouth and started to tug your pants down.

The couch wasn’t just for you to sit on while he worked. It had seen its fair share of the two of you getting heated. The pillow fort had seen far more, but you didn’t think you should surround yourself with a bunch of flammable pillows and blankets. Not if you wanted him to use his power…

Soon, your pants and underwear were tossed to the floor. Luckily around the couch, the floor was kept clean.

Leo’s quick fingers found your clit. You’d had his pants tugged down slightly, but not all the way, and he didn’t even seem to notice. All of his attention was on you now, on your pleasure, on what you wanted.

“This what you needed?” Leo murmured against your lips. He rubbed tight circles around your clit.

“Mmm, yeah,” you breathed. And, at least partially, it was. But it wasn’t the only thing you wanted. You pulled away from him to breathe for a few seconds. His fingers left your clit, pushing inside your wet cunt instead. “Leo?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can- gods, can you… can you use fire? On me?” You asked. You had one hand in his messy brown curls, the other holding onto his shoulder.

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing. Confusion, concern, and even while he gave you that look, he never stopped pumping his fingers. In. Out. In. Out. Leo curled his fingers inside you. Your nails dug into his shoulder, which luckily for him, was covered by his shirt.

“Like, I dunno,” you answered. You were glad your face was already red, because you knew it would have gotten red from embarrassment. Leo hadn’t made fun of you, but he didn’t need to. You were embarrassed anyway. “Like, maybe a small- fuck- maybe a small flame on your finger? Then, like, press it to my skin? Like you’re putting out a cigarette?”

How many times could you say like? Gods.

“Are you sure?” He asked, still looking incredibly concerned. His fingers kept up their abuse. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yeah, baby,” you moaned the words. Couldn’t say them any other way.

Leo still looked hesitant, but he pulled away just slightly, enough so that he didn’t need to use one of his hands to hold him up. A small flame flickered to life on one of his fingers. Excitement boiled in your stomach as it got closer and closer to your skin. His touch was gentle, but the flame was not— for the split second that it was alive on your skin. Even so, that pain mixed with your pleasure and sent you over the edge.

You’d never cum so hard. Your nails had dug into his shirt, this time hard enough that you were sure he’d have crescent shaped indents underneath.

“Shit, babe,” he hissed, his eyes on your face. His own eyes were wide as he watched you. “Woulda’ done it sooner if I knew you’d react like that.”

His teeth dragged along your bottom lip, his hands on either side of your head, holding him up so that he didn’t crush you. You had one arm around his neck, your other tangled in his brown curls. Both of you had red, kiss swollen lips. Neither of you cared. For the moment, the urgency of before had waned, and now each kiss was lazy, his bit to your lip slow and gentle.

For now. It aways got more heated eventually. You went through phases with your make out sessions.

Some would devolve into heated sex, where you both ended up having multiple orgasms. You’d pause after each one, just to kiss each other lazily. Just until you caught your breath, or until he felt like he could go another round.

Other times? You just kissed for hours upon hours.

You were pretty sure this was one of the ‘hours and hours of kissing’ sessions. You weren’t sure how long you’d been kissing, but from how your lips felt? It had been awhile.

Leo moved one of his hands, only using one to hold himself up now. It went to your cheek, lovingly caressing you. His thumb rubbed back and forth. You had to admit, kissing Leo felt like Elysium to you. He always knew just how to make you feel loved, needed, and he really did need you. Leo was pretty sure he’d stop breathing if he ever lost you. He also knew how to get you turned on within seconds. That wasn’t actually that hard, but he knew what got to you more than other things.

So kissing could and would last forever. Outside, the world was dark, though Leo’s room in the Hephaestus cabin didn’t have any windows. It had already been dark when you snuck into the cabin.

The both of you felt like you were the only two people in the entire world.

There were no other campers, no annoying siblings that might ruin the moment. No gods, no Chiron, no monsters. Just you. Just Leo. Together.

It felt perfect.

Even when you needed to breathe, you didn’t pull away from each other. Not when it got to this point. You would probably die if you stopped kissing— and Leo felt the same way. So you gasped into each other’s mouth, breathing the other in. Completely addicted to each other. Leo was a drug you never wanted to quit, and you knew he felt the same about you. This was the happiest— and most secure— you had ever felt in a relationship.

Not only did he know what got you going, but he was incredibly loving and romantic. Many days, he would thrust some contraption into your hand. A gift. Some where automatons, which were programmed— was it called programming?— to do your chores, so you didn’t have to. Others played some love song and handed you metal flowers.

Among many other sweet things.

Leo heaved a sigh into your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours. Long ago, you both silently agreed not to do anymore closed mouth kisses. You would have parted your lips for him anyway, no matter what, so the sloppiness of the open mouthed kisses only added to it.

His mouth left your lips, causing you to whine, but he kissed down your jaw. To your neck. You tilted your head, baring your throat to him. Your fingers in his hair tangled a little tighter. You knew what he’d do now.

It was probably your favorite part of making out with Leo.

When his teeth grazed your neck, right under your jaw, right where he knew you liked. The gentleness was the calm before the storm. You knew how he would sink his teeth into you, how he would mark you, and just the thought made you squeeze your thighs together. As soon as he finished marking you, he’d expect you to do the same. Bite him. Mark him. Sink your teeth in. Not far enough to bleed, never enough to bleed, but enough to leave a mark. Sometimes enough to bruise. The marks he left on you definitely bruised.

Surely, he knew where this would go. Surely he knew it would escalate. He couldn’t think the biting wouldn’t turn into anything else.

Then his teeth were sinking into your neck, and you couldn’t hold onto your line of thought anymore. Why would you ever care about anything else? A small gasp left your lips, but he pulled away almost as quickly as he bit you. Before you could complain— and he knew you would— he bit down again. On your throat.

And, gods, you were wearing too many clothes. Your camp t-shirt and pajama pants were too much. He was wearing too much too, the same shirt as you, but luckily, his basketball shorts were thin. Much thinner than your pants. You could feel every inch of his excitement pressed against your thigh. Your only complaint was that he wasn’t grinding it against you. Leo was never a patient person, so you had no idea, no idea, why he wasn’t.

Maybe it was just to torture you.

Knowing him, it definitely was.

He’d left bite marks— three to be exact— around your neck. His lips traveled down, and Leo pulled your collar down, exposing your collar bones to him. For good measure, he bit down there, too. A little harder than your neck.

“Can’t get to your thighs,” he said, breathless. The first words he’d uttered in hours. And you didn’t care.

It was his turn.

You rolled over, so that he was under you, and you wasted no time. Your teeth were already sinking into his neck, right below his elfish ear, making him groan. While you couldn’t actually see his face, you knew what one he was making. His warm brown eyes had fluttered closed, his mouth slightly open, in that expression he knew you loved.

Another bite. This one right where his neck met his shoulder. This one made him moan. That spot always did. You licked the bite when you were done, as if to sooth it. Then you started to suck.

Not all the marks you left were bite marks, though the majority were. But you also loved to leave hickeys on his neck.

They told every one else he was yours.

You pulled away, looking at him in the eye, panting slightly. He had that lazy smile on his face as he looked back up at you. The only thing you could think of now was how much you needed him. How much you wanted him. And his cock was still pressing against your thigh so insistently.

“Strip,” you nearly growled, tugging at the hem of his shirt.