okay so I’m kinda reading all the fics I wrote and omg I feel disgusted what the hell are some of these things and why do y’all love them? I was thinking maybe I could go under a editing phase to make those old fics a bit juicier and, um… BETTER!? like jesus, I cringed more than once with my own writing. I wanna fix them a bit before I start writing again
warnings: luke is obsessed, mention of bl00d and cuts, sexual fantasies, I guess it'd be food play but it's not, mention of 0ral s3x
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Just imagine Luke having a sick and twisted fixation with your mouth. It's not like he ever had any preferences or felt a certain way about lips or mouth, but the moment he paid close enough attention to yours, he knew he wanted them on him.
He fantasized about it way more than he would've thought was possible. He wanted to feel the plush of your bottom lip with his finger, the plumpness. He craved for the feeling of your tongue against his, to see you drool and whine from all of it. He thought of cupping your jaw as he gently bites down on your bottom lip, pulling so softly it's torture. He wants you to bite him; to feel your teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of his lip. He wants to press your tongue down with his thumb, wants to test the sharpness of your canines against his rough skin.
Shit, that gets him hard.
Sometimes, he doesn't even hear you speak. When you do, his eyes can't help but go down; memorize every moment, every lick of your tongue, every last remain of lip plump that would make them swell. "Sorry, I didn't catch that", he'd say when you're done, and you'd whine and groan. You hated to repeat yourself.
But what really got him bad, was the one time you busted your lip open during capture the flag. Some idiot camper had gotten way too close to you, and the tiny river of crimson that seeped out made Luke's stomach feel heavy. On the right side of your bottom lip, some droplets staining your chin. He masked his expression pretty well, but his throat ran dry when he realized how much the image of your lips dripping with something turned him on. By the time he walked you to the Apollo cabin, your lip swell, and he can't look away. He stayed there with you until you assured him that it was a superficial cut that ambrosia could cure; not a busted eyeball.
He didn't want to see you bleed; he wanted more of a show.
And as cunning and as smartass as he is, he knew which cards to play.
"No way," you said when you saw him, palming your hands against your shorts, "You went strawberry picking?" you ask in surprise as he walks towards you with a full basket.
The strawberry fields were as beautiful as ever, but Luke rarely went there, especially during the day. "Yeah," he shook his head, "Some Demeter kids needed help. Want some?" he asked, picking one up himself, popping it in his mouth, "They're juicy" he said, picking the biggest, reddest, ripe one, bringing it towards your mouth.
You lean in, reaching for the berry. Luke pretends to act uninterested as you bite into the tip and wrap your lips around it. You popped the fruit in your mouth. The sweet taste exploded in your mouth, juice staining your lips and tongue. Watery red droplets rested on your lips; the way you licked the excess was almost pornographic in his eyes. Luke remained silent; you were completely oblivious to the effect you had on him.
"Oh, wow" you simply said, taking the fruit from his fingers, "These are amazing"
Luke nodded, "You bet".
He watched as you took another bite of the strawberry, the red juice tainting your lips a thin red, getting caught in your fingertips. You asked him something about camp duties as you sucked on them, one by one. Luke couldn't form a coherent thought. He watched your lips glistening with sweet strawberry nectar. He shifted, a subtle adjustment of his position, his shorts were constricting, a direct, undeniable response to the captivating display in front of him. Your cheeks barely hollowing at the action. "Let me grab some more" you ask.
Shit, that gets him super hard.
Suddenly, you and Luke ate strawberries under the shadow of a tree once or twice a week.
He liked to watch during lunch, too. He'd walk past and pop a ripe peach next to your plate. You'd whine about chocolate; he'd say fruit is healthier and helps with satiety. Not necessarily bullshit, but... He'd watch from his own seat at his table how you'd struggle to take a bite without the tropical juice dripping down your chin. He'd watch the muscles in your jaw flex as you bit down carefully, the little frown between your brows as you concentrated, the tiny drip of juice that would escape and trace a path past your lip. He'd imagine leaning over and licking it away himself. The thought was so vivid, so potent, it got him being delusional all day.
He'd make you sweat on purpose during his sparring session so you'd crave the water from your bottle so hard, you wouldn't care if it led a trail of liquid down your neck, hiding under your sports bra and your camp t-shirt. From the bob of your throat to your panted breath. After that, he'd spend twenty minutes in the showers, the cold water doing little to dampen the heat erupting from his pores.
Once, during one of camp's worst heated days, he saw you eat a strawberry popsicle. You tried to be careful with it, but failed every time. Just the image of your tongue running along the length of it-, that's a whole other thing. The image of you and that flash of pink was seared into the back of his eyelids. He excused himself claiming a sudden migraine and abandonment of duties for the day.
His cabin was empty during dinner. That night, he thought about pressing your head between his thighs, about that plushy bottom lip sucking him off until he can't see straight. He wants your lips wrapped around something else. He wants to be the cause of that sweet, red mess. He imagined your lips stretched around his cock, drool pooling on your mouth. He wanted to be the one to ruin you, to have you so utterly intoxicated by him.
It was getting pathetic, he knew it. This obsession. But he couldn't stop. Every casual encounter became a new opportunity to watch you, to study the way you spoke, the way you ate, the way you licked your lips when you were nervous or concentrating. Every time you spoke there was a high chance that Luke had touched himself to the thought of you the night before.
"Luke" you called out a little higher.
He blinked, "Yeah, sorry- what?" he'd ask.
"You're staring" you stated, your own cheeks going warm. He shook his head with a sheepish grin.
"Sorry, can you tell me the last part again?"
You groaned to the sky. "So, I was saying-"
He watched you, your words, his signature smirk playing on his lips. He knew there was a chance to have you, sooner or later. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.
i love ur writing sm omg!!!! could u perchance do luke feeling so betrayed that the reader chose camp half blood over him, so he kidnaps her?? maybe she puts up a fight and he has to restrain her lowk 🤭 js hear me out yall
luke castellan x fem!reader
warnings: obviously k1dnapp1ng, luke's kind of mean, sinister and a lil crazy, mention of bl00d, daggers, wounds, v1olence (?, use of yn
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Life without Luke at camp felt weird. Not lonely, not depressing or out of place, just plain weird. It was weird how different the day-to-day life of summer felt without the overconfident and sometimes loudmouth, uncalled leader of the Hermes kids, and everyone's favorite counselor. It was strange how after a while, you could easily sleep at night in his absence. Not that you shared a bed but, for the first few weeks after summer, even in the comfort of your own home, your thoughts wouldn't let you rest a second.
It was hard not to think about the things you could've said to make him stay, to make him not leave you behind, but he was so blinded. He swayed drunk with the idea of power, of getting that gold blood. But was there really something you could have done for him to stay? Would he have thought about staying when he was already elbows-deep into the idea of pursuing something bigger, and better?
After the processing, people, campers-, started to move on. And that included you. It’s not like Luke cared, anyway. He doesn't care about anyone at camp, so why should you show caring to him? If only he hadn't asked you to join him before he disappeared forever. It made you wonder what would've happened if you said yes. If you followed his steps, not yours. Would you be able to deal with the thoughts of betrayal and get drunk in power you didn't need, or want? You were no traitor. That's the one thing you knew you could trust yourself with.
And summer came back sooner than you expected. Back at camp, you and the rest of counselors had a lot more work to do. Luke wasn't the only one leaving, he decided to take as many campers as he could, and that left you and the rest of your teammates as the only reasonable people at camp.
Nights always felt a bit colder the first few weeks, the remains of campfires around you being the only thing that kept your feet warm as you walked back to your cabin two or three times a week, arranging schedules. You found yourself countless times in fellow cabins talking about next week's activities. Due to the lack of Luke’s presence, someone else had to get the job done, even if it led to endless discussions with other counselors. But the kids couldn't miss the activities, not with how dangerous everything was now. Luke's departure was just the cherry on top for the beginning of the end.
"Back to your cabins, now" you commanded to a couple of campers who thought they were being sneaky enough for you not to notice their silhouettes in the dark trees. Having to act like a parent was something you couldn't quite put your finger on. It felt demanding and invasive, the idea scratched your brain in all the wrong places.
As you heard the footsteps drift away, the thin wind crashed against your cheeks. You closed your eyes, just for a moment. You took the deep breath from the cold air, burning your nosestrills and shaking your lungs. The starts were shining beautifully at this occasion, and you remembered those times in which you were the one sneaking out after hours, meeting up with friends by the lake to whisper all the gossip and dip in the water. Luke was almost always there, too.
But if we were to talk about what you and Luke used to do, it'd be never ending.
A few steps behind you startled you. You stopped and looked at your watch. It was late, normally if you catch someone sneaking out this late it would've been just a couple kids. You couldn't see anyone, not even a shadow, but you knew someone was there, you heard it clearly. With a sigh and both hands on your hips, your voice raises through the clearing, "Alright, listen, if you don't want to get in trouble with Mr. D for sneaking out, you better head back to your cabins right this moment! Understood?!"
No one answered, as expected. It's not like you ever waited for a reply, but right now, you only heard the crickets. You must've been losing your mind, and it was only the third week. With a heavy sigh, you rubbed the bridge of your nose, turning your body to start walking again. You were tired, you've had a rough day, you deserved to rest.
And the second you took a step, you stopped again. You were confused. You'd recognize that figure anywhere, but it couldn't be. It was impossible. Hands on his pockets, perfectly erect back, not a twitch in his posture. You stared in disbelief, taking in the image of him, here, now. Like a tourist in a strange place, a painting that didn't belong anywhere.
Luke stood still, eyes looking right back at you. He wasn't smiling, but rather biting back the deep need of giving you his usual smirk. "Well, I'd recognize that voice anywhere," he said with a raspy voice, "I can't believe they put you in my old place" he shrugged his shoulders.
You swallowed, thick, tight and uncomfortable. And suddenly, everything came rushing back, like blood to the head. He took a single step closer, his eyes burning into yours with fierceness. "I had already forgotten about you," you masked the rapid beating of your heart with a confident tone, "Yet here you are". You saw the umbearable raise of his eyebrows, the one he did when something annoyed him. "What are you doing here?" you asked.
He shrugged again and shook his head, "Just passing by"
"No" your heels dugged to the ground, "You don’t get to come around and play your games. Not anymore."
Your stare was as sharp as a dagger, like the one hiding under your jeans, poking your upper thigh. You'd learned something from so many years at camp; don't walk out disarmed.
He remained standing, like a soldier, waiting for you to speak so he'd attack you ten times harder. "How did you trespass camp borders?" you ask, suddenly hitting yourself with the wave of realization that he was, in fact, not supposed to be here, despite being a demigod.
"Those campers you put as guards were a little weak," he responded, your brows flinched in anger. A few campers offered to do shifts of guarding at camp borders, especially around Thalia's tree, after Luke's majestic checkmate lowered the feeling of safety. "But don't worry, they'll eventually wake up".
"They better” you bit, “You've done enough"
He chuckled, and it hit a cord. It felt weird to hear him, specially like this, after months.
"Seriously, why are you here?" you ask again, impatiently.
"Like I said," he starts, his voice getting lower, "Just passing by. Wanted to see how everything was going, check on a few things, say hello-," he said, taking a step forward, which he immediately regrets when you pulled out your dagger. Sharp, heavy. Luke figured you recently polished it. He rose his hands up in the air, "Whoo," he chuckled, "Hello there" he smiled.
"You know damn well I'll stab you if I have to" you said.
You saw his eyes, barely getting any light from the moon splashing onto the lake, looking down at the weapon, then at your face. "I have no doubt," his voice sounded so sincere, and he knew. He knew if you had the chance, and the will, you'd have his neck pinned to the ground with a clean stab, just like he had shown you, "But I assure you, yn, you don't want to make a scene"
You processed his words. There's no way Luke came all the way here, from wherever he was standing, to here, all by himself. You knew how many campers he took, how many followed, and only the gods know how many followed him after he left. He must've applied one of those cold tactics he had and loved to use during capture the flag. His little soldiers waiting for you to make a mistake so they'll hurt you, or the rest of the campers in their surrounded cabins, oblivious to the scene happening just a few meters away, or perhaps, both.
You still held your dagger with a tight grip, looking directly at his face. You breathe through your lips. Your lungs tightening if you kept inhaling through your nose like a mad bull. It was so tempting to go ahead and slash him across the face, like the one time you got the upper hand during training.
He took your silence as an initiative to take a careful step forward again. "What did you do with them?" you ask, truly frightened of what he could've done. After all, you don't know him anymore.
"Nothing I haven't done before", he says. You look at him, puzzled, "I've been in and out of this place more times than you can believe"
That made your facade crumble a little. "What?" you inquire.
"Come on," he sang, "How'd you think I knew I would find you right here, right now?"
Your face was burning with embarrassment.
"I've been keeping an eye on you for a long time", he said, and now, you truly saw him. Under the moonlight, his features sharpened. He was angry, you saw him better. His jaw tightened with the grip of his teeth, and that ugly scar across his face was just as prominent and dominant as the rest of him. He'd gotten stronger, you noticed. It wasn't something you could see, but rather feel. His gaze had turned darker, sharper, and the purse of his lips wasn't real anymore, because he knew that in between you two, if one had to lose, it was you.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I know everything" he takes another step, and your fingers clench tighter on the hilt of your dagger. You felt exposed, naked, like a child being found out of a prank, "Your routine, your training, your camp duties," he continues, and a wave of disgust washed over you. He dared to smirk "Your shower time".
"So,” you interrupt, “you came all the way here just to tell me you've been spying on me?" you dared with superb tone, "Not so smart, I see"
His smirk faded. "No," he said, "I've come to give you a choice" You were silent, but the fire inside of you was burning so bright, you felt the rage holding your weight down. "In fact, I've come hoping you choose the right choice. I already asked you to join me once"
You scoffed. "You need me that much?"
His energy grew as big as a lion's. "You've become something so much more powerful than what I remember," he continued, and his tone started to change, that familiar persuading tone that would've put you on your knees before, and you had to fight the feeling now, "I can't let you go to waste"
"What makes you think I would ever follow you?" you spoke with disgust coating your words, "You already asked once and I said no, so why come back to waste more time?"
He stepped even closer this time. You sensed he was holding back something. A feeling, a movement. Something he’s been wanting to tell you for a long time, yet for obvious reasons, you never tried to contact Luke again.
"Why did you leave me?" he inquired suddenly, and his concerned tone left you speechless, unable to fight back. "For this place? Was it better to stay here instead of looking up to the ones that truly have the power?"
"You said it." you bit back suddenly, "They have the power, Luke. Not you"
He sighed with gratitude, "And that's about to change. You don't know, not even the biggest of the gods knows, how many things are coming. How great the times are about to become" he looked for something in your eyes, something that, as small as it was, would join his own sparkle. "And all this time, I wanted you there. You are wasted potential, yn, don't you see?"
"Come on, Luke. Is that what you say to all the girls that refuse to join you?"
He laughed, and his breath hit your face coldly. "You were so always special, huh?" he said, and now he was inches away from your face. You moved back. "I wanted you to see me succeed. I want you to help me build a better world. But," his hand went up, and touched the dagger between you two. You didn't flinch. "Why did you have to be so blind?"
"I'm not blind, Luke. I'm just not stupid, unlike you"
"Don't act so innocent" he spat back, his face contorted in anger, "You know how many lives could've been saved if you didn't decide to play hero?"
"Like who? Like Thalia's?" you bit, and he was visibly shaken by you now. You never met Thalia, and for obvious reasons, never spoke to her, but you knew who she was, who she had been. You heard about the tree from Luke himself, a few months after you arrived to camp. As the bigger person, Luke had always been careful when it came to that girl that he seemed to love so much. But after what he did? After he teared apart the one thing that made everyone feel safe, how could you trust him? "Just how sinister do you have to be, Luke? To step into camp like you own it and then ask me to join you, again? Well, surprise, captain, as soon as you step out of this place, we'll come for you. I'll make sure of that"
Luke bit the inside of his cheek. You were really getting into his nerves now. He turned around, hands behind his back, and the moonlight reflected off his dark hair. The sight made you gasp for air. How could such a beautiful person have such ugly intentions? He stepped back where you first saw him, where his figure was almost pitch black. You wanted to jump on him and slice his throat. How could he ever behave like this? Someone you looked up to so much, someone you admired, how could he hurt you like this?
Suddenly, he gasped, and frowned his brows. "Now, yn. When did I ask you to join me again?"
You took your sweet time to answer, confused. Still, your heartbeat was pounding in your ears. "What do you mean? You just did"
He smiled, "No, silly, no" he replied, as if you should already know what he's going for, "It wasn't a question, it was an order"
You laughed. "Excuse me?"
"You're coming with me" he demanded with a nod.
"Over my dead body" you chuckled in disbelief. You had already taken a few steps back in defense. Your senses were heightened, you felt the danger of the situation. And you were alone.
Luke stood there, all sharp and cruel. You knew that look better than you'd like to admit. You figured he must've wanted something from you the moment you saw him, you just didn't realize he wasn't going to leave until you left with him, too. The silence of the forest was suddenly too loud and heavy on your shoulders, too full. He wasn't just a trespasser; he was a lure.
"Luke," you warned, your own voice a low growl now. The dagger flipped in your grip, trying to wipe out the cold sweat from your hand. "Don't."
"It's not like you're giving me a choice here, yn. Or them, either". He tilted his head. You looked for the dim lights of the cabins around you. "So, you chose. Either you make a scene, or I'd be more than pleased to lead you with me"
You could've thrown the knife right then. Should've. But your arm was leaden. He wasn't talking to you anymore. He was talking to the memory of the boy who taught you how to throw it. The one who told you to always aim for the throat, not the chest. That's how he always made sure any enemy, creature or not, would disappear. The one who held your own wrist, steady with a sword, as you learned to find a target in the dark. And he was here, now, to collect the debt of that lesson.
"I'd rather drop off dead than try to take down Olympus with you" you stated, as much to convince yourself as to defy him.
"Yeah, that's exactly how I remembered you" he hissed, "With your stupid lack of courage" He kept a calm posture, but you knew better than to assume he was calm. Luke Castellan never was. He was now boiling rage.
There was no way he was disarmed. You knew, deep down, that if he wasn't hiding something right now, then he must've had you surrounded by his soldiers, right where you couldn't see them. Behind you, around you, hoping you'd crumble and shake your knees to the ground. He was a predator, and you'd walked right into his trap.
You needed to distract him.
You swallowed. "You lost everything when you decided to turn your back on everyone who loved you," you spat, the words tasting like acid. "When you had no shame in betraying everyone"
His lip twitched; a wince of pain crossed his face. He paid more attention to his anger than his sorroundings. And you got him.
You did exactly what he told you to do two summers ago, when your enemy was standing right in front of you and you needed to escape; aim it, throw it. It has to be as precise as an arrow, but it has to cut. Like a sword.
The dagger flew from your hand, a silver streak in the moonlight. You didn't aim for the throat, because after all, you didn't want to kill him. You aimed for the side of his chest. And as much as he was distracted by you, he was no dummy. He twisted in his place, with a speed that even surprised you, but the blade had cut down his arm.
He grabbed his bicep in pain, groaning faintly. You were unarmed. Empty. The knowledge crashed over you, cold and absolute. Your heart hammered against your ribs and busted in your eardrums, a frantic bird in a cage of weak bones. Every instinct screamed at you, and you obeyed; you run.
You tried your best not to look back as your legs burned. You felt your heart fall down your stomach with fear, what had you done? You didn't even know where to run. The cabins were not safe, not with the kids. If Luke had to attack in front of everyone, he would. Besides, if everyone, including Chiron, saw what was happening and Luke succeeded in taking you, the chaos would just be worse. You wouldn't let this place fall apart more than it was already doing.
You heard the footsteps behind you, but they weren't Luke's. It was too many. Slower, but loud. When you reached a tree big enough to hide you, you stumbled as you lowered your pace. Hiding on your lower back, attached to your jeans, was the other pair of the dagger. You pulled it out, a small, silent gasp of relief leaving your lips as you held the weapon, this one being smaller but just as sharp. You were alive, and you were armed. It wouldn't save you, but if you played the right cards, it could give you some time.
You peaked carefully, the footsteps getting closer. Four, maybe five, figures stepped out of the darkness. They had the same look in their eyes as Luke. They couldn't see how much of monsters they had become.
You felt a surge of anger. You recognized Chris and took in the sight of him before he saw you. He had brought the others, the ones who followed him when Luke wasn't around. "Where the hell did she go?" you heard him say. Just as he was close enough, you pulled the same move; aim, throw, precise, cut. The dagger hit Chris' shoulder deeply, and he yelped in pain. He stumbled back as he recognized the engraved initials on the blade, groaning with disgust.
The element of surprise was gone, three skilled ex-campers were still in the hunt for you. You ran even faster now, unsure of where to go. You scanned your surroundings; you were past the cabins now. You could either enter your cabin from the back and just wait for them to leave, but that would take you more time and more of a risk, or you could try and hide inside the arena. If you could reach it fast enough, you might have a chance. You could take a sword and at least try to defend yourself against bulky egg-eating boys. You knew the place, the hidden doors, you could do this. You knew Luke's land, after all.
"Split up!" one of them shouted when you disappeared into a dark shadow. "Find her!"
Your legs were starting to give out. The adrenaline was the only thing pushing you forward, and the fear of what Luke might do if he caught you. You sprinted towards the familiar stone archway, your lungs screaming for air. The ground was uneven here, and you nearly stumbled twice. Behind you, you could hear the crashing of branches and angry shouts. They were closing in.
Panic began to set in, a cold snake coiling in your gut. If someone saw you from a specific spot, they'd see all of you. All your little pathetic and scared figure looking for something to escape. You picked up your pace again, this place was a bad idea. Something inside you didn't feel right. But you walked right into a blind spot.
Just past the stone, where you wouldn't have looked back, the adrenaline overcharged you with confidence, someone grabbed you. His forearms pressed against your throat, cutting your airflow. You gasped, your hands flying up to claw at the iron grip. A wall of muscle and rage.
"Shh. Relax," his voice made a cold shiver run down your spine. "You don't have to make things so difficult, sweetheart"
"Go to hell" you grunt. You kicked back, right where you knew it'd hurt him, demigod or not. He let go of you faster than expected, grunting in pain, and you fell to the ground. Dirt and stones scratching against your palms painfully. You brushed something off your lower lip that stung, before you tried to step up and run again.
But Luke was faster, he tackled you to the ground with enough force to knock the wind out of you. For a second, the stars above you blurred into a smear of white and silver. You still managed to get up, barely. His hand held your waist with immaculate force. You kicked and yelped, but his big hand covered your chin and your mouth as he stumbled your back onto a nearby tree. He held your hands above your head, his own pressing on your forearms, his body a suffocating weight even though he wasn't crushing you.
"You're making a fool of yourself," he panted. In the dim light, you could see the gash on his arm, dark and wet on his white jacket. You felt something on you, the hilt of his sword pressing against your hipbone. He hadn't even drawn it yet; you didn't even notice it was there in the first place.
"Get off me," you snarled, struggling against him. It was useless. He was stronger, heavier, and fueled by a fury you couldn't match even if you hated his guts. Your legs felt weak.
"I tried to be nice," he said, his voice dangerously low. "I told you what would happen if you didn't come quietly" He leaned closer, his face inches from yours. The familiar scent of him made your feel nostalgic. "You have no idea how easy it would be to snap that pretty little neck of yours" he whispered. But you knew he wouldn't, you knew he needed you. He wanted you.
He was enjoying this. You hated him for it. You hated how he was getting away with it all.
He looked down at your lips, the one bleeding with a cut. He lowered a hand, pressing his thumb on your wet mouth, you hissed. The tint of crimson dyed on his skin as he brought it up to his own lips, licking it clean. "You're a mess" he said, a small, cruel announcement that wanted to do nothing but hurt you.
And he succeeded. Your eyes stung with tears. How could he do this to you? After all these years? You refused to let them fall, you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You turned your head away from him, trying to hide your face.
"What's wrong?" he mocked, "Don't like it when I touch you anymore?" He asked, and your face burned with embarrassment.
You looked back into his eyes, searching for any hint of the boy you once knew. But all you saw was a stranger, someone wearing the face of him when you used to care for each other. He was gone, replaced by this cruel, power-hungry tyrant. "Why are you doing this to me?" you ask, voice breaking.
The footsteps were getting closer again. You knew now, you had nowhere to go, but you needed him to answer your question.
"I don't want to hurt you, yn. I don't want to kill you", he let your hands fall back to your sides. After all, you were done for. His hands cupped your face in an attempt of cleaning your tears, the dirt in your face. "I just want you to open your eyes to the truth, like I did", he continued, you remained silent, lips quivering with sadness, "You are meant for something so much greater than this. You are meant for the kind of power no one here can give you". His thumbs brushed your cheeks, wiping away the dampness. "I can't bear the thought of leaving again and you staying here. Not again, yn"
It was a lot to process. All of this, because he couldn't move on without you? The footsteps stopped. From the corner of your eye, you saw four figures standing around you. Chris winced as he removed the dagger from his shoulder, letting the blade fall at your feet; his blood staining your shoe.
"She sure is hard to catch," an unknown boy said, you think you saw him at the Ares cabin last summer. He then proceeded to look at Luke, while his stare was never leaving yours. "Rope?" he asked.
Luke shook his head, "Nah," he said with a click of his tongue, "That won't be necessary. She understood her lesson, didn't you?" he asked you, waiting for an answer.
You didn't give him one.
"I'll take that as a yes. She's had enough," he announced, stepping back from you. He picked up your dagger, but saved it to himself. "I'll give this back to you when you deserve it" he patted the side of your hip with it, like a broken toy. You swallowed hard. You saw his eyes, you understood him without words.
Leave now, with him, and everyone and everything else, would be fine.
He waited your approval. You nodded.
"Let's go," he then said, his voice leaving no room for argument. He took out a tissue from the gods know where, and wiped clean the blade of your weapon. "We have work to do".
in which the mighty luke castellan is in fact, a virgin, and he finally gets to lose it, to you
warnings: virgin!luke, experienced fem!reader, protected p in v, oral (both f and m), very slight chocking, teasing (lots), cursing, hair pulling, pet names, finger sucking, let me know if i missed any <3
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"You drive me insane" he breathes out.
"I know"
Charming, skilled, handsome, intelligent, carries himself in a mysterious and magnetic nature. Camp's best swordsman and head counselor of cabin eleven. Luke was a hot deal. It's hard for you to think of him as other than fully experienced. The hours he spent training, getting better, and making a name for himself has paid off. All of his hard work had to awake in him at least a little bit of that carnal pleasure that most demigods around camp knew oh so well. You just wanted a taste of the forbidden fruit.
But you didn't know how forbidden it actually was. He was what every boy wanted to become, —wether it was because of jealousy or pure admiration—, and what every girl wanted. You've lost count of how many times you saw girls throwing themselves at him, walking past conversation about him, how they wanted to get some extra help at sword training. The thing was; you never actually heard anything from his side.
Judging by the way he carried himself with such confidence and coolness, you naturally thought his experience would be much larger and better than yours.
So when you find yourself straddling him, surprise washes over you when you realize how tender he was. How his body rolled smoothly, gentle, yet there was something pulling him back, almost as if he didn't want to touch you, like he was scared to do it. His hands didn't dare to creep under your clothes. Maybe that's the way he likes to treat girls, you thought, or he wasn't the type of guy that would go all rough and desperate and quick, like others did.
But you feel it, there's something in him that whispers in your ear how there's a reason for his unsureness, for his fear and his nervous heart. He doesn't do anything but kiss your lips, and even though you love it, you've spent a hot minute doing just that. So you ask him, does he want to take things further? Does he not like it? Is he uncomfortable? Did you make him feel that way?
He let out a poor strained laugh, scratching the side of his head before returning to the soft grip on your thighs. "It's not that" he says lowly, visibly nervous, "I just-, I never had sex before"
He was the living image of confidence and mystery; seeing that image crumble in front of you was worthy of a photo, if it weren't for the fact that this was a delicate moment, and he was opening up to you. He left you speechless for a moment, yet you couldn't bring yourself up to crack a joke, not now.
"That's okay. We can just kiss if you want" you reassure him, your hands travelling up to his cheeks to carress softly, guiding him into a safe and caring space where he doesn't have to be embarrassed, or scared.
"No. No, I don't want you to hold back" he was quick to say, hands instinctively going up to hold your waist now. He straightened his back, his nose almost bumping with yours. "I want to and I'm ready, I really am, it's just, I never got the chance to do it, you know? It always seemed like a hassle and a distraction"
You nod in understandment. He has a point, and you get it. "Then what about right now?"
"Well, right now, you're worth it"
You remain speechless again. He looked up at you with those big, brown puppy eyes that glistened with excitement and anticipation, it made you want to carress his cheeks and take him into the most intimate place of your soul. His words scratched a part of your brain you didn't even know existed, a place where the need to feel him all over your body, in the most intimate places, was stronger than ever. He didn't seem to be bothered by your silence. If anything, he used it as an opportunity to lean in and catch your lips in his once again.
The kisses slowly grew more needy, more intense and demanding, yet his hands still seemed glued to your sides, unable to move. It would've been fine if that's what he wanted to do, but he kept on squeezing and twitching his fingers; you knew he wanted more. You pushed away, "Luke, it won't kill you to touch me" you laugh.
"Oh" is all he says, his gaze falling down to his own hands, and then back up to you. "I'm sorry"
"Don't apologize" you press, "I just want you to do what you feel"
His head tilts in a confused expression, he looks down nervously. He's silent for a second, his thumbs moving in slow, circular motions on the fabric of your shirt. "I just don't know where to touch" he revealed. His voice was slightly coated with a thin layer of embarrassment, a rare occurrence.
The idea of guiding him through it turned you on, let's be honest. However, a guy like him being this clueless had you feeling the blush creeping onto your face. You weren't sure if he was playing or not, but it didn't matter now. "Well, you can start..." you coo, taking both of his hands, lowering them until his palms are pressed on your naked thighs. His hands feel warm on you, small calluses bumping roughly against your soft skin, "here" you complete.
His hands squeeze softly, the most familiar touch out of the ones he already tried still took his breath away. He swallowed hard when your hands remained on top of his, his eyes following your every movement as you guided him upwards. "Or..." you press, the anticipation doing nothing but make Luke more impacient. His fingers reach the edges of your shorts, but you pull at his big hands, taking them higher.
You take his palms to rest on your ass, over the denim fabric. "Here" you press again. And Luke slowly starts to work on his own. His hands move on their own accord, massaging the plush of your bottom and pushing you closer, grinding your clothed cores together.
He presses his forehead against yours when a particular roll of your hips has him seeing starts, eyes closing shut.
You press a hand on his chest, pushing him back against the headboard of the bed, a sharp tud that makes him slightly flustered. You take his hands again, leading them up, underneath your shirt. His breath catches on his throat. The fabric tangles in his fingers as he reveals your torso, only more skin for him to explore, to play with. When he reaches your ribs, he drags his nails down your back softly, your sides. The feeling makes you shudder visibly, a soft sigh escaping your lips. "That's good" you encourage him.
His soft eyes adopted a sight full of lust, but he remained looking up at you with that same unsure and sweet stare, along with a pair of parted lips.
You push him further, "Keep going" you whisper.
He does as he's told, his hands travel back up. Your neck glistens with a thin layer of sweat, the hot day at camp doing nothing but the both of you sticky. And he thinks about it, he really does. He never saw it, but he heard it; from other people. How girls tend to like it, a firm grip, a small act of dominance. He wanted to try it too. A single hand doesn't stop its path, still going up, passing your sternum, your cleaveage... your head falls back just a little when he reaching the bottom of your neck. His hand doesn't squeeze, he doesn't know how hard it has to be, but it rests there with soft pressure, just enough for you to feel his fingertips digging into the soft skin. He drags his hand down again, it only happened for a second, but it was enough to send sparks to your lower belly.
"Gods, Luke" you breathe out, "that was-, you're a fast learner" you blurt out.
"Was it good?" he asks, still unsure if what he just did was okay.
"Amazing" you reply. The soft movements of your hips over him stop. He was still missing a spot you were sure he wanted to explore. You take one hand while you let the other rest on his thigh. You take his palm, and press it against one of your breast, over your shirt. You knew he could feel it perfectly. "You missed here" you instruct.
Luke's eyes slightly widened. His face went a hundred expressions per minute; swallowing hard, lips parting, breathing in, breathing out. He was a blown out man in his most animalistic form. He looks up at you again with puppy eyes, his brows frowning in a desperate expression that makes you want to do nothing but play with him a lot more, maybe ruin him in the process.
He presses his hand over your clothed chest. You bite down on your bottom lip when he does, a soft noise coming out of him when he feels the hardening peak under the shirt. He was so slow and careful with it, it only made it feel better than previous times. "Are you not-" he intends to ask when he feels it.
"Wearing a bra?" you inquire, resuming the movements of your hips, "No" you shake your head.
"Fuck" he whines out, his voice coated in pure want. It's the first time you see him like this, completely undone, with a slight coat of sweat on his forehead. A sight that nobody has seen before, and that fact alone has a certain pride swelling inside you. You had him like this.
And when he finally grows some confidence, he doesn't wait for any guidance from you, both of his hands slip up, underneath your camp's t-shirt to cup your breasts, squeezing experimentally. It's enough to make a small gasp escape from you, a sound that makes his cock throb and twitch under the confinement of his cargo pants. He was quick to catch a nipple between his thumb and his index finger, pinching, playing.
"Slow, slow" you said, "they're very sensitive" you explain. He nods eagerly again, a 'sorry' almost falling from his lips, but you noticed his expression, how worried he looked, "It's okay, you're learning" you encourage. It was enough to get him to ease up a little, and just play and pinch with the pad of his fingers, a few soft tugs here and there.
"They're perfect" he whispered. You were sure it was a comment more to himself than to you, yet you couldn't help but crack a tiny smile. He looked at you in awe. It was hard not to feel self conscious under his stare, and that's saying something considering you were practically grinding on him.
You leaned down, catching his lips in a heated kiss. Your tongue was quick to poke at his lips, seeking entrance, and when his mouth parted, you took no time in tasting the deepest part of him. He responded the best he could, his hands leaving your breasts to find purchase on your waist, his hips thrusting up desperately, wanting more.
His hands were eager, exploring everywhere, but they didn't dare to go any lower. He was still hesitant. "Can we-," he pulls away, not fully separating his lips from yours before he began to speak, "Can we switch?" he mumbles out.
You loved that he was so gentle, so unsure. This was Luke's first time, yet it was your first time taking someone's v-card too. You wanted to please him all over, to make him see and feel how drunk in passion sex could get him, so obsessed and overwhelmed that he wouldn't even dare to try with another girl that isn't you. You wanted him to crave you.
"Sure, baby" you agree.
The pet name makes him get a little lightheaded, a soft pink tinting his cheeks. You take his lips again before rolling off of him, your back falling against the bed, letting him hover over you. His eyes scan every inch of your body, his gaze was filled with so much admiration that it could be described as innocent. But when you notice the outline of his hard cock on his pants, you're quick to realize that wasn't the case at all.
He was eager, and nervous, and he couldn't even hide it.
His hand timidly reaches for the edge of your shirt. "I want this off. Please?" he begs.
"So polite" you tease, sitting up to give him space to help you out of it. When he throws the piece of fabric somewhere else in the cabin, he stops again, just staring. His gaze was filled with nothing but adoration and fascination. "Don't get all shy now" you snap him out of his trance. With a playful raise of your eyebrows, you say; "You asked for it"
"Oh, trust me" he's quick to say, the same fucked up expression printed on his face, his hands traveling up, tracing the curves of your sides, the swell of your breasts, "I'm glad I did" he finishes.
You let out a little laugh, his boldness coming to surface once again, and it felt nice. The way his hands didn't know where to start was cute. It made you want to guide him and teach him, but also see how much he could figure out by himself. You remained worldless when he started to lower down on your body, eyes fixated on your chest. He didn't look into your eyes, but he stopped midway. The only encouragment sign you have him was your hand placement on his curls, carressing softly and tangling the dark hair in between your fingers. Slowly, you apply the tiniest pressure, forcing him to resume his previous path.
The soft kisses he placed over the swell of your chest were enough to make a sigh escape from your lips. His stubble tickled your skin, but it didn't take away from the sensation that spread all over your body. Your hands travelled from his hair, down his nape, and rested on his shoulder blades. He lets out a shaky breath before changing places, his lips leaving wet, sloppy kisses along your sternum, the middle of your cleavage. He didn't know where to start, yet his tongue was eager and ready.
It was so, so endearing to see him so invested in learning.
You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt his wet lips close around a nipple. He looked up at you, a pair of big, innocent eyes that could make the devil himself crumble. You knew his gaze was asking for your approval, and that was enough to make your cunt throb.
"You can suck a little" you instructed, and he obeyed. The first time he did it, it was hesitant, shy. But it felt so, so good. You couldn't help the soft moan that left your mouth, and Luke couldn't help the throbbing ache that pooled at his lower belly, the way his cock twitched inside his pants. So, he kept going, a little bit harder, a little bit more confident.
He switched from one nipple to the other, his tongue making soft circles and swirls before doing just what you asked him to do. You wanted to praise him, to make him feel good about his quickly earned skills, but he hadn't earned it quite yet.
When his hands reach for the buttons of your shorts, his lips kissing down the valley of your breasts, you can't help but ask.
"What are you doing?" you question, unsure if he was really aware of his movements.
"I want to eat you out. Can I?" he asks.
You weren't sure if it was the bluntness of his question, the desperation in his voice, or the way his eyes pleaded, that made your clit throb. Yet you wouldn't give in completely to his request, not before asking something for yourself too. You take a fistful of his camp t-shirt, pulling him closer until his nose bumped with yours. "Only if you take this off" you command. Oh and doesn't he love to obey you.
He sits up on his heels, and without hesitation, he takes his shirt off.
There's a pause. You look up at him, eyes travelling all over his torso, his arms. You weren't expecting to be so impressed by the view, but gods, didn't you hear anything else but praises about Luke's physique; tanned and toned. A layer of sweat glistened all over his pectorals, his abdomen, and the thought of being the reason for his sweating didn't go unnoticed. It was a hot day, and the cabin had nothing but closed windows, but his panting, his red, sweaty face, and his body covered in perspiration, that's all him. It's all you. It's all for you.
It's your turn to admire him. Your eyes are focused on him and him only. That's why, when his hands start working on pulling down your shorts, you can't do anything but let him. He doesn't break eye contact until he's sure he can fully see what surprise you've got for him under those tight shorts, his jaw hanging open since it's the only thing that he can't get rid of; being so ridiculously mesmerized.
He looked so, so fuckable. The sight of your red panties, slightly stained of your arousal, is enough to make a pathetic sigh escape from him and his pupils dilate in pleasure.
You play a little with your own body, swaying your legs on porpuse and popping your hips out only to make him hypnotized, and be mean enough to ask him to close his mouth or flies would ly on his tongue. "Now tell me, big guy" you begin, "do you want them on, or off?" you ask. Your fingers trace the elastic of your panties. It's enough to have Luke swallowing hard and licking his lips in anticipation.
"Off, please" he pleads. It's funny, because it seems like the more you teased him, the more eager and needy he got, but you couldn't complain. You could never.
You nod and comply. "Off?" you repeat in a mean tone, even though you heard him very clearly. Your thumbs hook on the elastic band and lower them down barely, and you were quick to notice the way his breath hitched on his throat. "Do it yourself then" you charge. You don't have to be so cruel.
But you're enjoying it a bit too much.
Without hesitating, he dives in between your legs, his hands pulling the garment down. Once he throws it on the floor, his eyes go directly back to your glistening core, his lips parting in an amazed expression. You separate your ankles just a little more, and the movement makes him snap out of his trance, his hands instinctively grabbing onto your thighs, spreading you even further. And his breath alone, the hot puff of air over your cunt, is enough to make you clench around nothing.
"Luke" you call out, snapping him out of his trance in the most sinful, cute way. "Do you know what to do?"
He hesitates. His eyes dart up and down from your center and up to your face, his fingers twitching against the skin of your thighs. "I-..." he starts, looking away in embarrassment. You knew the answer. You already knew. "I read about it once, and-, I've heard conversations" he admits, ashamed. His ears burn bright red. He couldn't even look you in the eyes anymore. It was too cute.
"It's okay" you reassure him, carressing the top of his head with soft motions. You weren't sure where did he read and heard, and your mind couldn't really wrap around the thought of Luke sitting down with a book or a porno reading about giving oral to women but-, you were curious to see where that knowledge could lead him, and how good his first time would be. "Start with a lick, and go from there" you suggest.
And that's exactly what he did.
You expected him to go for it slowly, to take his time, to maybe even back out and ask for help. But when he dived right in and his tongue made contact with your sensitive, heated, swollen folds, the noise that was about to come out of you was nothing but embarrassing before you pressed your lips together to prevent it. Your fingers tugged on his curls, and it only seemed to encourage him, his tongue exploring all the different places and tastes your cunt had to offer.
"Shit-, fuck. Wait, Luke" you curse. He did as he was told. His head shot up, his gaze locked on you, his chin glistening with spit and your arousal. And the sight alone could make your head fall back against the bed and your legs wrap around his neck.
But you had to talk him through it. He was eager and hungry, and it was obvious, yet he didn't know how to use it to his advantage. "Go slower. Try giving it licks, or circles" you said.
And he did. His tongue went from the bottom, passing over your hole, and ended on the apex of your clit. A soft flick, followed by the smallest circles, and your head did fall back against the pillow, your mouth agape and your hand still tangled in his hair. He repeated the motion, a bit slower, a bit more experimental. And when you looked down at him, he was doing it again; giving you those fucking puppy eyes, wanting for you to praise him, to tell him he was doing great.
And he was doing it again; getting better, and better, and better.
"There. Right there, fuck" you moaned. His tongue went up and down and back and forth, his jaw starting to ache a little, yet he couldn't help but keep going. The taste was foreign, not sweet or bitter, but addictive. "You can suck, too" you voiced, "Wrap your lips softly, and suck"
Your cunt throbbed at the feeling, a satisfied sigh leaving your mouth when it felt too warm and wet and perfect in your core. "Good boy" you praised.
The words send shivers down his spine. He hummed, and the vibrations traveled all the way to your clit. "What is it, baby?" you sighed out. "You like being called a good boy?"
His lips didn't stop their sucking and licking, his hands didn't stop the firm grip they had on your thighs. And yet, the whine he let out was the loudest. You knew what that meant. And oh, didn't his face look so beautiful between your legs, his hair messy and his eyes looking up at you with pure want and desperation. His mouth and his nose glistened with spit and your juices, and his hands remained gripping and massaging the flesh of your inner thighs. He was a sight to behold.
Him softly humping the mattress was a sight to behold.
"Don't hump the mattress, baby" you said. Your voice was coated in the sweetest tone, like a mother telling her son not to do something bad. It only seemed to make him more desperate. "I'll give you something better"
He pulled back. A string of saliva connected his bottom lip to your center. His eyes were dark and blown out, his mouth red and puffy and swollen. His chest raised and lowered with every pant, just like yours. The lower half of his face glistened with a mix of everything, something you'd never seen in a man before, yet the sight did nothing but please you. Your thumb presses against the mess on his face, a purposely poor attempt to clean it. "Sit" you command again.
His body was moving faster than his brain, and that was enough to make the most wicked ideas appear inside your mind. He sits at the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning all the curves and shapes of your body, the sweat making the hair stick on the sides of your face. His cock twitched, begging for attention and release when you kneeled in front of him.
He swallowed hard when you started to tug at the waistband of his pants.
"Wait-" he said, grabbing your hands. "I'm-, I'm scared I'll cum too soon"
Oh, and wasn't that adorable. He was nervous and embarrassed, and a little ashamed, because that's how virgins tend to be. He looked away. His cheeks burned bright red, and his ears were hot, and you didn't miss the way he shifted on the bed, his hips raising off of the mattress, trying not to be obvious. It was endearing. How eager and desperate he was for a release, a pleasure he hadn't experienced yet.
"You'll do fine" you soothed, "But if you do, it's okay. We can stop there or we can wait" you begin to slowly tug down the fabric, forcing him to lift his hips. "I know how to be patient. Not like others" you purred.
The sound of the zipper was loud in the small cabin. You could see the tent in his boxers, the way his hard cock strained against the thin fabric. "Can I take it off?" you ask cautiously.
He nods, "Mhm" he strangles out. His hands rest on the sides of his body, on the mattress, and he's almost tempted to touch you, but his brain can't think of anything other than how good it's gonna feel to finally get his dick wet.
And he was oh so beautiful. The sight was sinful. The way his cock stood up, leaking a small amount precum, the head swollen, leaky, and a darker shade of pink. A few veins were visible along the length, the shaft throbbing and twitching. He was not insanely big, nor was he small; the size was just perfect. Perfect for your mouth, and perfect for later. Tick, heavy, pretty. He hissed when you wrapped your hand around the base. "Relax, Luke" you tell, "You're too tense"
"Sorry, I-," he stops, a gasp interrupting him. He throws his head back, his hands clenching around the bedsheets when you start to slowly move your hand up and down. His chest rose and fell quickly, his breath hitching on his throat. And gods, didn't he feel good, and wasn't his reaction the prettiest thing you'd ever seen? You wanted to watch him fall apart.
"I'm going slow" you reassured, and fuck, he knew you were, but hearing your voice being so soft and caring, trying to get him to calm his hotness down, it made some of his muscles relax. "Feel it. Enjoy it, Luke"
"Oh, gods" he cursed, "Don't stop, please"
You leaned forward, your tongue licking a strip along his head, gathering the small droplets of precum as they dissapeared in your tongue. He lets a loud groan out. "Luke" you call out again. He looks down at you, chest heaving up and down with sweat, some curls sticking to his forehead. Your hand resumes its previous movements as you grab his hand, guiding it to the back of your head. A sinful grin shows on your face, along with a squint of your eyes when you ask mockingly; "Why are you shaved?"
It's his turn to squint. The blush that adorns his cheeks, his nose, his ears, is the cutest thing you've ever seen, and you can't help but let a laugh escape from your throat. He's quick to reply. "Sometimes I do it"
"Oh" is all you say, nodding, a teasing smile printed on your face. "Why?" you inquire.
"Because-," he stops, swallowing hard. You're still jerking him off, and the movement is distracting. "It looks nice, and... I had a date recently" he explains, not quite proud of the reasoning behind it.
"Well" you begin, placing a chaste kiss on the tip, a kiss so innocent that it makes Luke's toes curl and his head fall back again, "it does look nice" you admit, a tiny blush creeping on your cheeks, "was she pretty?"
He looks back at you, his jaw hung open. The question is surprising. Your hand continues moving, your thumb occasionally pressing over his slit, rubbing, circling. "No. She wasn't you" he confesses.
You're sure it's just his mind clouded in lust and desire, yet you can't help but let them sink in. Another small smile paints your face before you resume your task, lowering your head to his cock again. This time, wrapping your lips around the tip, his head resting on your tongue. He was carressing your head before, but when you sucked softly, the pads of his fingers digged into your scalp, along with a deep inhale of sharp air.
Your head lowered, inch by inch, the warm and wet cavern of your mouth engulfing him. He was sure this was the closest he's ever been to a paradise. Your lips looked so fucking beautiful around him, the way you bobbed your head, and how far down you were able to take him.
"Oh, fuck" he groaned. His other hand helped the one placed on your head, wrapping your hair around his fingers as he lifted it up in a soft ponytail. He was gentle. Too gentle. And you wanted him to feel good. So, so fucking good. You tried to go down further, his cock hitting the back of your throat. The sound that left his mouth was sinful. "Sh-shit" he stuttered. You could feel the vibrations of his moans, how they echoed inside of his chest.
It was a little too fucking disgusting. A wash of boldness takes over Luke when he pushes your head down further, forcing you to take just a little more, the very tip of your nose brushing against his soft skin. You were a little sloppy, and he was a little too sensitive, but when you pulled off completely, a string of spit connecting the two of you, he didn't feel the urge to cum right there and then.
You took a moment to catch your breath, Luke's hands still holding onto your head, yet his thumbs carressed your temples soothingly. He was being careful. "Can we-, I-" he stuttered, "can I have sex now?" he asked. He was so desperate, his body begging to finally, finally have some relief. The fact that it was his first time did nothing but fuel his desire to feel you around him, and to feel himself inside you.
Though the question was a little funny. "Impacient, are we?" you teased. The sight of him, panting and blushing and sweating was enough to make you forget about teasing and just let him take what he deserved. "We can do that" you nod. You push yourself up to your knees, getting just a little closer. "How do you want me?" you inquired.
Luke's mouth opened and closed multiple times. You could see the wheels turning on his head, yet his body remained still, the only movement was the one from his chest as he breathed in and out, the way his hands clenched and unclenched around the sheets. "I don't know" was his final answer.
You openly laugh at him, "Come on, Luke" you press, "I'm sure that little head of yours has thought of something"
He's hesitant. His eyes avoid yours, scratching the side of his neck. "Um," he swallows, "missionary?" he says, a hint of insecurity in his tone.
"Oh" is all you say. He didn't expect such a reaction from you, and you could see the nervousness and the worry taking over his brain. "So you know the names?" you questioned. You could swear he was holding his breath. He didn't respond. You leaned in, your lips pressing a small peck against his cheek. He chased your lips, but you pulled back quick as you crawled onto the bed again.
The sheets were tangled against one another, and they felt warm against your hands and knees. Luke stared in awe, like he usually did. "Do you have protection?" you asked, laying back on the bed, waiting for him.
"Yes" he quickly answered. He opened the drawer of his nightstand and grabbed a small silver pack. His hands were shaking slightly when he ripped it open, taking the condom out. He turned his back to you while putting it on. You waited patiently; something about him not making a sound or not asking for help told you that maybe this wasn't his first time putting on a condom.
A question for later.
He turned back around. His face was slightly more serious, the only hint that something was wrong being the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed hard. It was cute. "Are you nervous?" you ask. He places himself over you, a hand pressed against the mattress to not crush you with his weight.
"A bit" he admits, his lips pressing a small kiss on the corner of your mouth. You reach for his lips, your tongue poking at his lower lip again. He opens his mouth, the two of you tangling into a heated, messy kiss, like you did for the entire afternoon.
"It's okay" you assure when you pull away, carressing his jaw with your fingers. "We can stop whenever you want"
But you knew he didn't want to stop. He was not going to.
You wrap a leg around his waist. Your hand travelled down between the two of you, holding his cock. It twitched in your grasp, his hips bucking involuntarily as his breath hit your chest, his own head looking down to where your bodies almost met. The head nudged against your clit, and the both of you moaned at the feeling. Slowly, you led him down, until the tip was pressed against your entrance.
"You can move if you want" you clarify.
He pushed forward, a choked moan leaving his throat. His cock disappeared in between your folds, stretching and filling and making his entire world turn into a white light. The sensation was unlike anything he's ever felt before, and the pleasure that pooled in his lower stomach was indescribable. His hips pushed further until his pelvis met yours. The stretch was delicious to you, his cock throbbed inside you. The tension was overwhelming for him.
"Shit" he whined, "Fuck"
"You're okay?" you asked, carressing the back of his head. He nodded against your chest, his breath warm and uneven. "You're doing great, baby" you praised, "Move when you're ready"
"It feels-," he starts, stopping midway to let a shaky exhale out. He was so hard. And you were so warm and wet. "It feels fucking amazing" he said.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. A sweet, small kiss was planted on his lips. He started to move his hips, rolling them smoothly against you, and his breath was warm and ticklish against your face. "That's it" you encouraged, "That's a good boy"
His hips thrust harder and deeper when the praise reached his ears. You could feel the tip of his cock reaching deep, touching a place that had your mind spinning. You held to his curls and one of his shoulders, some ridiculous moans here and there, but who cares? Luke was making you feel too good to try and hide your sounds.
"Fuck, right there" you moaned. He was going agonizingly slow, but deliciously deep. He pulled away until only his head remained inside, only to rock his hips again, pushing deeply. A whine escaped your lips. His forehead pressed against yours. Luke's jaw fell open, his brows frowned in the most sinful, cute way, his lips swollen and parted, letting out the most obscene sounds.
He pressed his lips against yours. Everything was too much for him, except for your kisses. Feeling his lips against yours was the only thing he could do to prevent himself from thinking that this was all a dream. Because he couldn't think, let alone talk. It was too much. You felt so, so amazing and good and tight. And the fact that he was making you feel this way, the fact that it was his cock and his mouth and his hands and him, it made him feel proud. Proud, and a little too arrogant, if he had to admit.
He was surprisingly skilled with his hips, every roll of them hitting that delicious spot inside you, his cock stretching you open in the best way. You couldn't think about anything else than his length hitting so deeply. But when his lips left yours and began kissing your neck, a particular snap of his hips hit a place inside you that made your legs twitch and shake, and the moan that left your lips was loud enough to make you feel embarrassed.
"I-, I love it when you moan" he pants against your ear.
"Luke-" you warned. Your nails dug into the flesh of his back. "Oh, fuck" you cursed.
"Can I-," he stops, his hips grinding deeply against you, "can I fuck you harder?" he asks. He didn't sound hesitant, or nervous. And that was enough to make the knot on your stomach pull even tighter.
"Yes, baby. Yes." you reply, pulling him down for a messy kiss. He did as he was told. His pace quickened. He fucked you deeply, every snap of his hips was powerful, and every roll of his pelvis was deep.Your cunt fluttered and squeezed around his cock. The room filled with obscene, wet noises. It was a little too sinful, and a little too disgusting again, to anyone that might hear except for the two of you, and that thought was enough to make a blush creep up your face. He was doing it good. He was doing too fucking good.
"Luke" you sighed again, his name falling from your lips in a way he never heard.
He kept his rhythm, his pace quickening as his body grew warmer and warmer. A thin layer of sweat coated both of your bodies, the sound of skin against skin and heavy breaths filled the cabin, the sun rays filtering through the window and giving him a pretty glow. The sight was gorgeous.
"Am I-, shit" he swore, like he's been doing ever since he started "Am I doing good now?" he asked, a little more uncertain now. He was panting, his hips not stopping.
"Amazing" you breathed out, "You're always good" you complimented. "Give me your hand"
And he did as he was told. Again. His right hand traveled to your own. You held his palm as you guided his fingers to your lips. You took two digits into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around them, coating them in a thick layer of spit. He kept on moving, but his hips became sloppy, his movements more shaky. He couldn't stop staring.
"You got me a little on the edge here" he strangles out.
The thickness of his fingers pushed at your tongue, scratching the back of your throat before you gagged barely, but the sensation was enough to have your cunt clenching around his cock. "Do that again" he begged, his fingers pushing a little deeper, forcing another gag from you. He didn't have any idea of where did he get the confidence to make you do these things, and he was ashamed to admit that it was so, so fucking hot.
He removed his fingers from your mouth when you heald it again, guiding it down your body. You sigh when his wet fingers brush your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves aching for any type of touch. When his fingers started rubbing the same circle pattern he did earlier with his tongue, you could feel your entire body tingling and shaking, and a knot pulling so tight inside your belly that you couldn't do anything but whimper and whine and moan and call out his name.
You hold onto a pillow behind you, the other hand still tangled in his curls. He looked desperate and eager and hungry and needy and so fucking perfect, and that's exactly how you felt. Your orgasm was close, and Luke could sense it. The way your walls clamped and squeezed around him, the way you were trembling under him, your thighs and calves shaking and twitching. He creeps a hand to the back of your knee, pulling it up to his waist. You gasped, head fell back against the pillow, the angle was making you feel him much deeper.
"Luke, make me come" you moaned. He couldn't hold it anymore either. He wanted to wait for you, but the way your walls spasmed around him made him unable to think straight, the only thought in his mind being the fact that he was finally getting the chance to get rid of the virginity.
"Fuck, I'm close" he panted, his hips moving quickly and erratically. He was hitting all the right spots, and touching.
"Keep doing that" you commanded, a hand on top of his, the other one squeezing the pillow behind you.
Everything he did was making you feel dizzy. Your body tensed and twitched, your toes curled. Your legs trembled and your hips thrusted upwards, chasing the orgasm. You felt your walls spasming and fluttering and squeezing, and Luke felt the change in the way you were clamping down on his cock.
Luke followed right behind, his orgasm approaching with a tense flexion of his abs and shaky breaths. He curses as he does, too, his head hanging low as his hips continue moving. He couldn't think of anything other than the way his cock twitched and throbbed inside your warm and slick cunt, his cum filling the condom. He wished he hadn't used one.
You came down from your high, Luke's body laying limp on top of yours. He was panting and sweating, and his hips were still grinding, his cock not even softening just yet. He kissed your jaw. You carressed his curls, feeling the pressure of his chest over yours as you both heavy breathed in unison.
"Did I do well?" he asks softly, his head lifting up just a little, his eyes locking with yours. His expression was so isinnocent and cute, giving you those tempting puppy eyes. You almost forgot his dick is still buried deep inside you.
"You did much better than I expected" you replied. He barely smiled, his arms wrapping around your torso, hugging you tightly. He didn't want to move. It was a nice sensation; your warm, naked body against his.
"Thank you" he said after a moment of silence. You didn't respond. His face was buried in the crook of your neck. You would've stayed in that moment for much longer, only to take him again. You would've stayed in that cabin rotting his brain for much longer, if it wasn't for the loud banging on the door that startled you both.
"Are you done fucking in there!? I need to get in!"
oh… my… dear god, like- this is so cute! wdym my posts were good enough to make someone want to start a tumblr page? @sweetstarspark u r the cutestttt 🩷🩷 tysm 💋
Can u write smth about Luke kidnapping reader from camp to get her to join him?? I love your writing btw!!🫦🫦💋
okay I doooo have a fic that’s just like this if you guys wanna check it out, it’s right here and let me tell you it’s super hot and I kinda wanna give it a second part 🫦🫦
I’M OPEN FOR BLURB OR SHORT STORIES REQUESTS LIKE- I really really wanna write and I’ve been trying for so long but I have this huge blockage and I think it’s because I can’t really connect with some ideas. I will eventually go back to my longer stories but right now I need to get off this random writer block or I will lose my mind please SEND HELP SEND REQUESTS!!!
THE GRUDGE (series) (18+) @kamaluhkhan
one year with luke castellan (series) @tangledinlove
proximity (series) (smau) @kestisvrse
don't hurt yourself (series) (smau) @voguesriot
a place with you @supercutszns
disarmed by desire. (series) @slu7formen
partners in crime (series) @ma1dita
you make me (sick) (smau) @sunsburns
paramour @amoreva
marry, kiss, or kill me (series) (18+) @bvrnesher
poisoned mercury (series) @wlntrsldler
glue song (series) (smau) @yerrmar
snow on the beach @rose-pearls
clarisse being touchy @xanasaurusrex
you belong with me @queer-little-demigod.
skipping stones @breadbrobin
like mother like daughter @reneesghostinthelivingroom
heyyyyy-uh, guess who remembers about their tumblr acc…
anyone else excited about season 2? ‘cause I know I fucking am and I can’t wait, whatever- what else did I watch? stranger things, and guess what came back to my mind… how much I fucking love steve harrington 🩷
now my question is, should I try to write a lil something about steve?
I write stoner luke and smoking with Luke and shit all the time but what if it was drinking his expensive liquor, him holding your chin as he slides shots down your throat while you sit on his lap.. his top soldiers watching you because he likes to know how bad everyone else wants you to.. and he's talking to them like his hand isn't down your pants, uguughhghuhhh
okay ig it’s time to ask for asks lol, I have some ideas but I just can’t get to wrap my mind around them. anyone got any requests (or forgotten requests I never did, oops) 💗
I mean if I was at camp half-blood and forced to sleep on the cramped floor at the Hermes cabin because my parent wouldn’t claim me I would totally be convinced to join Luke’s side that has a cruise with 8 lounges, several pools and spas, a bowling alley and hundreds of cabins.
