By twopersoncult on ao3
Bang!
Annabeth's head snapped towards the sound as she watched her professor angrily storm towards his desk in long strides. "Well, I guess that answers how we did on our papers," Rachel murmured beside her but Annabeth hadn't heard a word as she looked on, captivated, unable to take her eyes from him, even as he began to go on about papers and assignments. His usual sea green eyes, she noted, were a shade darker in his obvious anger. Anger at what though? Annabeth's friend Rachel leaned towards her and whispered in a teasing tone, "Stop drooling, Blondie before the professor gives you detention". Before she could turn and sputter out her response, Rachel smirked knowingly, "but I'm sure you wouldn't mind that."
Suddenly, they heard a deep, raspy voice calling their name from the front of the classroom, "Miss Chase, is there something you're discussing that's more important than your research papers on Atlantis?"
Annabeth's mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to recall what he'd been telling the class. For all, she knew this could be another one of the trick questions that he would ask to catch students when they weren't paying attention. As her eyes darted to her red-haired friend for help, his voice nearly had her jolting from her seat "You'll see me for detention this afternoon." Rachel saw the worried look on Annabeth's face as she stood up to protest, "But Professor Jac-"
"No buts Miss Chase. Detention."
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Annabeth noticed how comfortable she was when she got caught up in conversation with him, the way he never made her feel small and let her voice her opinions. The many looks shared between them on rare occasions where she'd stay back after class to help clean up. He made her laugh - he made everyone laugh but his eyes always seemed to shine brighter when his gaze caught hers. Maybe it was her small crush on him that had her seeing things, but still, the nerves ate at her as she slowly made her way towards the classroom for her detention.
The hallways were empty as classes for the day were over. Annabeth crossed her arms over her chest as a chill swept over the empty hallway, as everyone had already left for whoever was throwing an end-of-the-week party. With a deep breath she finally mustered up the courage to get this over with, raising a fist to knock on the door but just before she could do that, it swung open with force. On the other side, her fist instead collided with a hard chest and her eyes immediately widened as they caught a tattoo peeking from where his shirt sleeve had been rolled up. Her body frozen with mortification, she could do nothing but trail her gaze from his loose tie to his messy black hair until a throat cleared, she knew she'd been staring. Before she could be embarrassed any further, he cleared his throat and made way for her to enter. Only after she heard the soft click on the door closing, did her shoulders involuntarily tighten. As the air thickened, it was made obvious that they were the only two persons in the classroom.
Annabeth looked around the classroom that she'd been into more times than she could count since the start of the semester, paying extra attention to the dents on the floorboard and avoiding eye contact. The faint shuffling of the chair indicated that Professor Jackson had taken a seat at his desk. Tiredly he says, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Okay Miss Chase, it's a Friday afternoon and I'm sure this is the last place either of us would like to be right now."
"Look, Mr. Jackson, I didn't mean to be rude by not listening earlier, I was just...distracted," Annabeth quickly said. Professor Jackson paused at grading his papers, ever so slowly his eyes found hers, but she could've sworn she saw a glint in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on her. She heard the swift click of a ballpoint pen as he put it on the desk and slowly without taking his eyes from hers, he leaned back and she could've sworn on all her books that she saw a teasing look in those sea green eyes of his. "Distracted by what, Miss Chase?" She could hear the smirk in that drawl of his - could've sworn the corner of his lips twitched but it only worsened her blush.
Clearing her throat she coughed into her fist, looking away from him hoping he hadn't seen the red that stained her cheeks and neck. She looked back up when she heard the shuffling of papers, "Alright Ms. Chase, we have the next two hours together so why don't you come over here and help me grade some papers?" Mr. Jackson pursed his mouth, brows furrowing in thought, "How about we make a deal, if we get this done before the two hours, I'll let you leave early?" He asked with a raised, dare she say - teasing brow. Annabeth nibbled on her lip as she played along with his obvious loophole to the rules before she held a hand out to him, "You've got yourself a deal, Mr. Jackson." She smiled the rest of the afternoon even if it had just been small talk between the two as they were both more focused on getting the task done.
Releasing an exaggerated breath Mr. Jackson said, "We got that done much quicker than I anticipated...looks like we make a good team Ms. Chase." He smiled at her and despite herself, she blushed at the compliment, "Well Mr. Jackson, It really wasn't the worst detention I've ever had - not that I've had a lot of detentions just -" Mr. Jackson cut her off with a raspy laugh, "Ms. Chase, I understand." He began putting away some things and said as she stood to grab his jacket that rested over the chair, "Although Ms. Chase if you'd ever consider the position for TA, I'd more than like to have you." He pondered while she gathered her own things, she sputtered out a 'yes' in her surprise and met his smile with an excited one of her own. Aside from this being great for her extra credit, she'd also get to spend more time with him. She smiled to herself the rest of the way home after exchanging numbers with him, so they could create a schedule that would work for them both.
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Over the next week, Annabeth met with Professor Jackson at the end of every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Some days she'd bring them coffee, others it would be the professor bringing them treats, they followed a similar pattern over the next three weeks where they'd take ten-minute breaks in between which would then turn to twenty as they got lost in whatever the topic of conversation was that evening.
Annabeth learned a few things about her professor; he used to be a competitive swimmer throughout high school and college. Two, something they bonded over after Annabeth broke down after getting a phone call from her stepmom: Shitty parents, well excluding his mom because the way he described her only made Annabeth want to meet her more - as weird as that might be given he was her professor and all. The last thing she learned was that he'd only been ten years older than her.
Annabeth rushed into the classroom that was their meeting spot, her words spilling from her as she made her way to his desk, "Sorry I'm late, I had to take the long way to avoid this idiot I made the mistake of going out with last year." Closing the door shut behind her, Annabeth turned around to greet Professor Jackson, "but I brought us milkshakes today though. Figured we deserve it after all the hard work we've been doing recently."
He had both his feet crossed and propped up on his desk and held a book in hand but upon her arrival, he quickly closed the book shut and looked up at her with a smile. Annabeth suddenly felt her throat go dry and stared down at him with widened, doe eyes. His shirt fit him in all the right places and his sleeves were rolled up again in the most delicious way, higher this time which displayed the symbol inked into his tanned forearm. His jet black threads of hair sat messily atop his head, perfect for running her hands through. But it wasn't those things that made her gape at him. It was the pair of gold metal-framed glasses adorning his perfectly structured face that magnified his beautiful, turquoise eyes which glittered under the warm, afternoon light that shone from the classroom window. His voice brought her out of the trance she seemed to be in, "See something you like, Miss Chase?" he said in a teasing tone. Annabeth felt as if the sun itself was burning her cheeks up because she'd been caught staring. "Gosh, why do I always have to get so flustered around him?" She quickly tried to compose herself, "N-no sir I-...I just didn't know you wore glasses."
"I only got them recently, they're just for reading and I mostly wear them in the house but I thought why not just bring them with me here since I have to basically read every day at work."
"Oh. Well, it suits you," she said with a nervous smile and made her way to take her seat next to him to begin the work for the evening. "Thank you, Miss Chase," he replied and he gave her a cheeky grin, removing his feet from his desk and leaning back instead. "You were saying something about running into some idiot before you got here? Don't think I forgot.."
"Yeah, he was this guy I went on a date with last year. He barely even gave me a chance to talk about anything I was interested in and completely ignored everything I had to say about myself. Then he went on this rant about how much he hates the beach and I knew from then I couldn't date him because who even hates the beach? I love the beach so much, it's so comforting and so serene, and what if I wanted to go on a date there? And- why are you laughing? This isn't funny," she finished with a pout. "I'm not laughing at you Miss Chase, I just think you're so energetic and full of life and interesting," he said, stressing the last part. "I can't think of a single reason why anyone wouldn't want to hear you talk about yourself. Plus I agree with the beach thing. He's insane. I love the beach too. It feels like home. The saltwater and sand in your hair and on your skin. The crash of the waves at any time of day is nature's music. It's so naturally beautiful." Those eyes of his, green just like the sea he spoke of, slowly moved towards hers and locked on them, "Naturally beautiful. Just like you, Annabeth." He said in almost a whisper. Annabeth's heartbeat was racing a million miles a minute but her breathing became steady, eyelids drooped as she felt herself become lost in his gaze. Her body was moving by itself at this point and she noticed that he was too.
They were now so close that she felt his warm breath dancing across her lips, and ironically enough, he smelled of salt and warm vanilla. She didn't know who moved first, but she felt a pull, an invisible string of fate pulling them closer and closer, she couldn't get enough of it. She wanted to taste him. "This is not professional Ms. Chase," he said as his lips brushed hers, one hand coming up to touch her cheek gently. She wrapped her arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer to her as she replied breathlessly, "I know, it isn't supposed to be, Mr. Jackson." She said before she felt his lips pressed to hers. The kiss was electrifying. It felt like coming home, as natural and intense as waves crashing on a rocky shore. The kiss consumed her, body and soul. She needed more of him, his warmth, his laughs, fuck, the groan he just made had her moaning, "Mr. Jacks-"
"Shh, call me Percy, love." His hand held her chin in a grip as he murmured into her mouth before he took her lips again, her head fell back, her mouth creating a perfect 'O' as she moaned his name when he picked her up, "Gods, I love the way you moan my name." He growled into her neck before licking a long strip from the base of her neck to behind her ear, " Percy. " It was a breathless cry for more, more, more.
She yelped when he ducked down to pick her up, carrying her to the desk he asked, "Tell me what you want Annabeth." She didn't realize she'd been talking aloud this entire time, fuck her mind was a jumbled mess when it came to this man. Her fingers threaded through his hair, making a proper mess of him as she tugged on it pulling him back to her mouth as she felt the metal rings on his hands dig into her thighs where he gripped her, she parted them for him, pulling him closer to her. She felt his hand trail up her skirt that had already begun to hike up when he'd put her on the desk, as he gripped and groped at her flesh while her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, hurriedly trying to get it off him. He pulled away slightly, both of them gasping, "Fuck, Chase." He rasped as one of his hands curled around her waist, unwilling to let go, "Tell me what you need." His blue eyes were hazy and dark with lust, his lips pink and swollen from kisses and Annabeth was certain she bore the same look. She reached forward to rush a hand through his messy hair, her forehead resting on his, never looking away from his eyes."I want you. I shouldn't, you're my professor but I really like you and right now..." she paused to pull him closer by his belt loops, "I really want your cock inside me."
"I really like you too, Wise Girl." He said before fisting her hair and pulling her in for a bruising kiss with a laugh she questioned while he pulled her top off, "Wise Girl? Where'd that come from?" He only stared at her, blonde hair cascading down her back like princess curls. He shook his head with a smile on his lips as he peeled off his shirt and made his way back to her, "I just think it suits you, smartass." She blushed as he leaned forward and nipped her lower lip, she gasped and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in, she moaned at the intrusion welcoming the feeling of him. But she could only imagine what he would taste like elsewhere. "I didn't know such an innocent thing like you could say such filthy things, Annabeth." He hummed against her as she rocked forward in an attempt to be closer to him and she was rewarded with his deep groan. "You should know that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, Percy," she said, loving the way his name rolled off her lips. "I fucking love the way you same my name, Wise Girl." He praised as he began leaving a trail of kisses over the expanse of her jaw and down her throat. Her skin was so soft that he never wanted to take his lips off of it. He nipped and licked and sucked on her flesh, he could get enough of her.
"Good, I intend to scream it soon, Percy," she purred in his ear and nibbled on his earlobe. Her actions sent a wave of pleasure surging through his body and he growled, grabbing her by her waist with his large hands, pulling her off her seat and onto his lap. She gasped, which turned into a moan as he pulled her flush against his hard cock and rocked her hips into his, "Feel that, Wise Girl? That's what you fucking did to me the minute I heard your sweet voice when you came in here." Annabeth moaned as she arched into him, his hands guiding her movement, "Percy...I-I want to taste you." She was lost in a haze of lust as she felt the size of him, still constricted by his pants, but she wanted to see all of him, kiss, and taste every inch of this Greek god before her.
"Mhmm, I'm all yours Chase, all yours." He hummed in her ear and she could feel the smirk of his lips against her skin, she shivered as his teeth tugged on her earlobe before he sat back in his chair, head tipped back, strands of hair falling on his forehead as she kissed her way down his throat, his bare chest. Until she knelt between his legs looking up at him through hooded eyes, her hair falling around her as she smirked up at him. He saw her throat bob as she swallowed hard, then the quick swipe of her tongue to wet her lips as she took her time undoing his belt, sliding it through each loop one by one, it was near torture. At his groan, she only said innocently, "What? Don't tell me you're impatient Mr. Jackson." He growled at her teasing, "Little minx. I'll get you back for this." He said as she slid a hand through her hair, scooping it out of the way as she pulled him out.
At the feel of her small hand on him, he tightened his hold on her hair, "Fuck, Annabeth." He swore as she licked from the base all the way to the tip as precum leaked from the head before sucking the tip into her mouth, Annabeth moaned at the taste of him. Her eyes threatened to roll back from the pleasure she never thought she'd get from sucking a man off. Even as tears ran down her face and she gagged trying to accommodate his size when she looked up and saw the pure bliss on his face, the control she held over him right now felt powerful, but his grip on her hair as he guided her deeper had her absolutely soaked.
"The first time I have you I'm not going to come down your throat." He grunted as he pulled her gently off him before helping her stand, "Strip." He commanded as she watched with his dick fisted in one hand as he slowly pumped himself using her spit and his dripping precum as lube, his eyes never leaving hers as she stepped out of her clothing, only roaming her body until she nodded he let himself get his fill. But she was his now, he planned on learning every inch of her body. Her face was flushed and he could see a thin sheen of wetness staining her inner thighs as he licked his lower lip and he held a hand out to her in a 'come here' motion.
When she took it he grabbed her hips and lifted her onto his desk once more, this time, however, he had the perfect view of her dripping pussy. Annabeth gasped as he pulled her towards the edge of the desk, the cold wood on her skin a stark contrast to his hot breath as he lowered his mouth close to her dripping heat. He began to leave little kisses along her inner thighs, teasing her by kissing everywhere except where she wanted him most. She tried to push her hips closer to his face needily, but his firm grip on her waist prevented her from going anywhere. "Told you I'd get my payback." He smirked against her as his hands trailed along her inner thighs as he lifted each leg to rest on his shoulder, "What's wrong, Chase? Don't tell me you're impatient?" He gave a faux pout not looking away from her darkened gaze as he gave a long lick up her slit and groaned at her taste, "Fuck, I could spend all day eating you out."He praised, licking his lips to savor her sweetness. Annabeth felt her thighs shake with pleasure at the feeling of his tongue on her. He didn't waste any time and began sucking and licking at her clit, going in circles over and over again, driving her insane. "You taste like fucking honey, Annabeth." He growled into her pussy, licking up all her sweet essence that dripped from her entrance, swirling it around her clit and sucking hard causing her to cry out.
"P-please...fuck- please P-percy, I n-need more," she mewled out desperately. "Need my fingers, baby?" he asked as his fingers found her slick entrance. She nodded eagerly as he eased two digits inside her, "I could keep you here for hours until you're screaming and begging for me to let you come." He mused before he began to fuck her with his fingers, "But I think I'll go easy on you this time." He pushed his fingers deeper inside her and moved them upwards to reach that spot he knew would drive her to ecstasy. The way her walls gripped him his eyes nearly rolled back as he could almost imagine how she'd feel against his cock. "Come for me, Chase," he groaned, as he attached his mouth back to her clit and sucked hard while he added a third finger. Annabeth felt her body tremble under his hold as she burst beneath his mouth, falling back as she arched against his desk.
Percy licked her juices from his hand and when he caught her blush he only let his hand trail from her thigh to her small ankle before tugging her closer to grab her waist and pull her back onto his lap. With her legs caging him in and her heat hovering over his leaking head he let his hand wander over her soft flesh, he pulled and tugged at her nipples, before he brought one to his mouth while the other groped her breast, her back arched when he scraped his teeth over the hardened nipple before switching to give the other equal attention all while his Wise Girl squirmed atop of him begging for more friction. "Be a good girl and put me in." She whimpered when she felt his hard tip brush against her sensitive clit while he growled, "Don't tease Annabeth, stop playing around or else I'll just come on your chest and leave you to get off by yourself." Percy was only kidding but that humor quickly turned into a look of frustration mixed with captivation as she sat up and angled the head into her entrance before sinking down on him, inch by aching inch. "Fuck, you're big." Annabeth breathed out as she caught her breath, head bowed in the crook of his neck as she adjusted to his size. Percy snuck a hand between them to gently circle her clit with his thumb which made her twitch on top of him, "You ready to move now, Wise Girl?" He teased with a smile, she laughed but it turned to a gasp when he thrust up into her, groaning at the feeling of her tight walls clenching around him, "Fuck, you feel so good, baby."
"Be a good girl for me and ride my cock." Percy felt her walls clench around him at his order, "Hmm, you like when I call you a good girl?" He hummed in her ear as he played with her breast, his other hand finding her clit, teasing her as she slowly rode him. Up and down, up and down, in a tantalizing dance that had her breast bouncing in his face begging to be sucked. He scooped one in a large hand and gave it a squeeze, "One day I'll fuck you here too." Her walls clenched around him so hard when he said that he'd nearly came, "Fuck, Wise Girl." They both moaned into each other's mouths gasping as Annabeth's hands found Percy's hair and tugged and pulled at it as her movements became sloppier as she whimpered against him.
So lost in her lust the next few moments happened in the blink of an eye, she'd gone from grinding down on his cock to being bent over the desk. With her sensitive breasts pressed to the cool wood she moaned as she felt some relief there, "Percy, I need you." She whimpered as she felt him trail his hands down her back, giving her ass a squeeze before going to the backs of her thighs to spread her legs even further, "I know baby." He murmured as he kissed the back of her neck, one of his hands playing with her curls before standing straighter so he was at a better angle and then he thrust into her hard and fast in one motion. Annabeth jerked forward with a hoarse cry as she moaned loudly, "Fuckkk, Percy." Her head hung over the other side of the desk but Percy was quick to pull her closer by fisting her hair before bringing his hand to hold her to him by her neck. He could feel her orgasm building as her walls fluttered around him once more, the harder she clenched around him the closer he came to climaxing. "That's right, Wise Girl," he praised as his free hand went to her clit as she tipped off the edge, her body spasming in his arms a few times as he pumped two more times in her before he burst inside of her. Panting as he came off his high he slowly released her before turning her around and letting her sink back into his arms once more as he held her to him. They remained in that position for a few minutes while they caught their breaths.
"Fuck, Wise Girl." He breathed into her hair as she chuckled, holding him closer, as he carried them back to the desk before settling in their chair, Annabeth laid her head on his chest as he played with her hair in comfortable silence before she said, "Well I guess I wasn't much help today was I." She said with a smile forming on her lips, Percy only laughed his blue eyes shining with mirth as he looked down at her, brushing a few flyaway strands from her face, "Hmm, I guess so. Next time we'll make sure we get the work done first." She hummed, "Then you'll reward me, Mr. Jackson." She grinned up at him, but he only tugged lightly on her hair, "Only if you're a good girl." He delighted in the way her eyes darkened as she snuggled closer to him, he then said, "Are you free tomorrow night? I want to take you out on a proper date."
"Are you asking me out, Mr. Jackson?" she asked teasingly. "How does a picnic at the beach sound?" He murmured into her hair with a squeeze to her waist.
"It's perfect," she replied with a grin and crushed her lips against his in a passionate kiss.