#luke castellan fan fiction
Requested by: anonymous
Fandom: Percy Jackson
Relationship: Luke Castellan x reader
Prompt: 33 and 34,,, could you do it before Percy arrives and everything is just kinda nice and wholesome,,, implied smut would be nice but only if you feel comfortable❤️❤️❤️⭐️⭐️⭐️ you’re a star
33- “Is that my shirt?” 34-“Isn’t that a bit too big for you?”
“Luke?” You called opening the door to your apartment.
“On the couch, baby.” You smiled to yourself, kicking off your shoes, and placing your bags against the wall. You walked into the living room and jumped onto the couch next to your boyfriend.
“Oh gods, Y/N, what was that for?” He laughed turning to peck you on the lips.
“I missed you.” He smiled at you his eyes softening, different than the man that many others saw.
“I missed you, too.” He whispered pulling you closer and leaning his forehead against yours. You smiled and leaned into him pressing your lips against his.
“Mhmm,” you moaned pulling away.
“Why’d you stop?”
“I’m going to go get changed.” You pushed yourself up off the couch, stretching out your aching bones. Today you were in charge of training at Camp Half- Blood and some first years were struggling with skills. It was up to you to be an example and of course the only volunteers were the Ares kids… shocker. You felt a rough hand tug at your hips.
“Why do you need to get changed?” He whined. You turned towards the blonde stepping between his parted legs and letting hip wrap his arms around your waist.
“Because baby,” You laughed lacing your fingers in his messy knotted hair. “I was training today.”
“But, there’s no point in changing.”
“Oh?” You pulled away so you could see his face and his gorgeous blue eyes you could get lost in forever. You traced the scar that journeyed down the side of his face. He was always self conscious of it but you thought it made him look so mysterious and sexy. Like the bad boys you watched in those old movies. You loved the story of how it came about, fighting a dragon on a quest? Your own perfect hero. “And why is it pointless to change, love?”
“It’s pointless when they are just going to end up on the floor anyways.” he pointed out a smirk You let out a laugh and pushed him off of you.
“ Very funny.” You walked away from your whining boyfriend, strutting down the hall to your shared bedroom. You quickly changed your clothes, now wearing just a T-Shirt- just one of Luke’s T-shirts. You smiled to yourself thinking about how much trouble you’d be in. It was going to be a long night, you knew it now.
“Hey Babe,” Luke called, his footsteps grew louder as he patted closer to the room.
“Yeah?” You called back as you cleaned up the pile of clothes that you left on the bed that morning.
“I just ordered-is that my shirt?” He stopped in his place causing you to smirk. It was way too easy with this boy.
“It’s my shirt” you replied as you continued putting the clothes a
“No, that, my love, is my shirt.” He took a few steps closer to you wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flat against him.
“Its my shirt now.” You tried to stay cocky and continue playing hard to get but it was getting hard because he was getting hard. The more he pressed up against you, the more difficult it was to resist your boyfriend.
“Mmm” He moaned pressing his lips against your neck. You moved your head to the side to allow him some more room. “ Isn’t that a bit too big for you?” He asked flipping you around. Your faces were so close the urge to take him then and there was irresistible.
“I happen to think it fits just right.” You chokes out the words, your confidence fading as you felt your cheeks heat up.
“Mhmm..” He moaned looking you up and down “i’m starting to think you may be right.”
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” you warned him, leaning in closer to him. Your lips inches, the tension could be cut with a knife.
“Oh baby, I intend to finish”
