𝘼 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 ⁰·¹

Dating Wise Girl and risky ... things (spicy)

(y/n) strummed on the strings of his acoustic guitar and sang quietly to himself.

  Annabeth barged in the cabin and shut the door behind her. "I need your help."

  (y/n) looked up. "Why?"

  "How do you summon your sword?" Annabeth hastily threw papers on the table like she owned the place and sat in front of (y/n).

  "I just... call it," (y/n) shrugged. "I don't know."

  "Do you just think its name or do you imagine a sword?" Annabeth insisted.

  "I think of a sword," (y/n) said. "Why do you need to know?"

  "Doing research," Annabeth explained and started scribbling on a random paper she threw.

  "Gods, Corazón, you need a break," (y/n) frowned in worry.

  "I don't need a break, Babe," Annabeth mumbled.

  "Yes, you do," (y/n) pressed. "You never call me anything other than (y/n) and Buzzard unless you're tired or in the mood. And you just called me Babe."

  Annabeth looked up at him with a frown. "No, I didn't."

  (y/n) rolled his eyes and placed his hand on Annabeth's cheek. Annabeth melted into his touch, sighing in delight and closing her eyes.

  (y/n) slowly leaned in and placed his lips on hers. Annabeth didn't make much to protest and just contently kissed him back.

  "A break," (y/n) ordered.

  "Who are you to give me orders? I'm the one in control, Baby," Annabeth said in a raspy voice.

  "You're nothing but a tired pudding right now. Come on, let's cuddle," (y/n) patted her cheek slightly.

  Annabeth groaned.

『••✎••』

  (y/n) pouted.

  Annabeth rolled her eyes. "I'm not giving you my shirt. That's final."

  "Please. Pretty please," (y/n) gave her puppy dog eyes. "I love how you smell."

  "No."

(y/n) ended up walking around camp with an oversized, white, “Athena Rulz” T-shirt for the rest of that day.

『••✎••』

  "I love you," (y/n) said. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

  In between his words, he kissed Annabeth in different spots. On her forehead, her cheek, her nose, and finally her lips, which lasted a little longer.

  "More," Annabeth demanded.

  Annabeth pulled (y/n) further into her lap by his waist and joined their lips together. (y/n)'s lungs begged for air, but Annabeth only gave him a small break before she invaded his mouth with her tongue.

  Annabeth smiled into the kiss at the sound of (y/n)'s moans and grunts reaching her ears. She slowly reached to lift his shirt when the door to the cabin opened to reveal Percy with his pen pointing playfully inside. "Hey, bro!"

  Percy saw what he wasn't expecting and froze on his spot. Annabeth turned to glare at him and he quickly shuffled outside, shutting the door behind him.

  Annabeth turned to face (y/n) again to see his face flushed and slightly panting. "Where was I?"

  Annabeth placed her lips back on their favorite place, (y/n)'s lips.

『••✎••』

  (y/n) sighed softly as he felt Annabeth massage his bare thighs.

  Annabeth made a shushing sound. "Don't be so loud, Baby Boy."

  (y/n) whimpered. "Mommy, please."

  "Please what?" Annabeth smirked.

  "Please, pretty please, can you touch me?" (y/n) begged.

  "Oh, sure," she giggled. "You've been such a good boy. You deserve it."

  Annabeth traced her fingers painfully slowly up (y/n)'s thigh, reaching the aching point in the middle of his legs and slightly teasing the tip.

  (y/n) groaned quietly in anticipation.

『••✎••』

  (y/n) groaned loudly in pain. "Ow."

  Annabeth sat on the edge of his bed, placing her shoes back on. "Could you please stop whining?"

  "Did you have to be so rough?" (y/n) huffed, rubbing the small of his back. "I'm all aching now."

  "You were literally begging for it, I only gave you what you wanted," Annabeth glared softly at him.

  (y/n) pouted. "But everything hurts now. My thighs are still stinging and I'm still streched."

  Annabeth sighed sadly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, baby boy."

  Annabeth laid besides (y/n). (y/n) quickly shuffled to lay his head between Annabeth's chest and on top of her bicep. Annabeth wrapped her free arm around his waist.

  She could hear his breathing slow down to a normal breath instead of panting. She could feel her own shirt that (y/n) wore rub against her nude stomach. "I love you. I'm sorry," she muttered against his hair.

  (y/n) hummed quietly in response.

  "Do you need anything?" Annabeth asked, worried.

  (y/n) shook his head. "Only Mommy."

  Annabeth kissed the top of (y/n) head. "Get some sleep, baby."