Percy Jackson Oneshots

the pier (luke x reader smut)

You are the pride of Camp Halfblood. A skilled archer, skilled musician, and slayer of the Cretan Bull, everything a demigod should be. You weren't even the leader of the last quest but the kleos is all yours. Plenty of people at camp want to be around you but Luke Castellan just wants you and he'll have you.

He sees you spend lots of time around Clarisse and the other Ares kids. Is that what you want? Someone arrogant and strong? He can be that- no, he is that. He's the best goddamn swordsman at camp and everyone knows it. Maybe you just like assertive hotheads... and he can definitely do that as well. You don't want someone to worship the ground you walk on; you want someone to put you in your place.

He watches you after dinner as you talk to fucking Aaron of all people. He might be a strong fighter but the guy's a meathead. Luke could take him down in seconds. The envy fills his blood as the two of you talk. He'll make you realize who you belong to.

"Oh, shoot I totally forgot my quiver at the pier." You murmur, giving yourself a reason to part from your friends. In reality, you just want a moment alone.

Luke sees his perfect opportunity and follows you a few minutes after you leave. He sees you at the water, shoes off and dipping your toes in.

"Down here all alone?" You jump at the sound of his voice, turning to face him.

"Hey, Luke." You give him a soft smile. "Just overstimulated I guess."

"Overstimulated or needed to get some space from Aaron?"

You scrunch up your brows. "Aaron's nice."

"You're too smart for him."

"Intelligence is relative." You defend. "He's much more skilled with a sword than I could ever be."

"He could never take care of you... give you what you need." Luke stalks closer to you and you turn fully to face him, taking your feet out of the water.

"Couldn't he?" You tease. "Are you jealous, Luke?"

"Of course i'm jealous. You're wasting your time talking to a guy like him when you could be with me." He's just inches away from you, standing so close to where you sit. He lifts up your chin so he can look in your eyes.

"And what makes you so much better?" You smirk up at him.

"Get on all fours."

Your eyes widen. "What?"

"Get on all fours and i'll show you what makes me better than him." He holds your chin more tightly.

"Luke..." You murmur like he's crazy for suggesting it. You're on the pier for gods' sake.

"It wasn't a request." He states. "Get on your hands and knees before I make you." There's fire in his eyes. He knows exactly how to talk to you.

You nibble at your lip, taking a moment to make the decision before you get on all fours.

"That's what I thought." He smirks.

Luke yanks down your pants and underwear all in one motion, making you gasp a little as you're exposed to the cold air.

"Look at you, you're fucking wet. Do you like it when I treat you like a slut?" He runs two fingers through your soaked folds and you whine. "I guess that's a yes."

You hear him unzip his own pants behind you and your pussy clenches reflexively when you feel him smack the head of his cock against your clit. You can't see how big he really is, but you're about to feel it. He pushes the tip in, groaning.

"Hades, you're tight."

When he gets halfway in, you try to move away, not used to the stretch. He grabs your waist to pull you back and causes himself to slam all the way into you, his hips meeting yours. He slaps his hand over your mouth so you don't cry out too loudly while you get over the initial sharp feeling.

"Take it, baby. I know you can take it." He assures you, taking his hand off your mouth when your string of whimpers has finally slowed.

"It doesn't fit." You whine out, reaching behind to try and push him away.

He grabs your hand and rubs soothing circles on your knuckles. "But you're taking me so well. Your tiny little pussy has me all the way to the hilt."

He seems enamoured by the way you're stretched around him. He starts rubbing your clit to try and distract you so he can start thrusting but it isn't enough.

"Not r-eady yet." You pout.

"Yes you are." He laughs a bit. Clearly your body is ready by the way your hips move back to meet his thrusts.

He knows what your body needs now so he starts fucking into you in earnest. His hips slam against yours and you can't keep your little mewls at bay. He rolls his eyes and holds his hand over your mouth again, knowing you'll need proper privacy for when he fucks you in the future if you're going to be so loud.

"Look at you, moaning like a slut. Lucky i'm keeping you quiet or else your friends would come looking for you." He pummels himself into as he speaks. "Or maybe you would like that? Maybe you want them to see me using you as my own personal cum-dump." He laughs cruelly, pleased by the way you squeeze around him when he says the words.

His hand moves to your tummy, feeling his cock trying to push through with each thrust. The feeling makes him pound into you harder.

"Can you feel me all the way in your guts, right... here?" He pushes down on your tummy where the outline of his dick is and it's lucky he's covering your mouth because you scream at the feeling, completely soaking his cock as you spasm around him.

"Jesus, fuck." He groans, not expecting that reaction from you. It causes him to stutter in his movement and cum inside your fluttering walls.

You breathe heavily as you come down from your peak and Luke is admiring the mess you made.

"Dirty girl. You squirted all over me." He teases, fixing his clothes before slowly turning you around so he can help you.

You don't think you've ever blushed so hard in your life. "Sorry."

He chuckles at your embarrassment and kisses your red cheeks. "Don't be sorry, baby. It was sexy. Just shows how much you liked it."

"I did... like it." You say softly and he smiles again.

"We'll be doing it a lot more then." He grabs your hands and helps you to your feet. "C'mon, or else we'll miss dessert."

He slips his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, partly to help you walk and partly to show everyone who you belong to. And when you walk back into the dining hall limping slightly and clinging to Luke, everyone knows you're his.

He really is the best swordsman in camp.