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Y’all saw the title. There are no chapters yet, but I’ll make more as soon as ideas flood in. Go crazy, and I might reject some of them if I don’t feel comfortable writing it. But my standard for weird is pretty fucking high, so you’re probably good.

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"Where were you?" Annabeth asked, tone laced with exhaustion and confusion.

Percy sighed softly, getting onto the bed before pressing his lips to her forehead, "Leo forced us to try and get him a date at the bar."

She hummed empathetically, hands playing with his hair as he nuzzled closer.

"Was he successful?"

"No," he mumbled, "Heck, after girls kept flirting with me and Jason, he told us to fuck off."

Annabeth paused in her movement before saying, "You really will ruin his chances."

He glanced up at her and grinned, "Yeah.. maybe," then he leaned closer until his breath fanned her face, "But luckily.. I'm already off the market."

"Off the market, you say?" She pursed her lips in mock curiosity, "How.. off the market would you be if I.." she pressed her hand to his chest, letting it scratch against the lightly exposed skin.

The skin he'd been flashing women at the bar.

"Said I wanted you?" She asked, pausing to glance up at him through her lashes, watching the way he stared at her.

He hummed, hand coming to grip her thigh, "Very off the market, still." He murmured, trailing his lips against her throat, "But maybe.. I can make you a deal?"

"What's that?" She asked breathlessly.

"Admit you're jealous... and maybe I'll let you come."

Maybe.

A shiver wracked her body but she forced herself not to buy into the wickedly charming grin he was shooting her way, "I'm not jealous."

He hummed disapprovingly, trailing his hands a little higher. "Lair."

"I'm not," she panted as he lightly skimmed his thumb over the panties she was wearing, "Why.. would I be? When you're wrapped around my finger?"

"Not yet, baby," he mumbled, pulling his hand away from her wet underwear to hold her hand, bringing it to his lips, "But soon."

This shouldn't be allowed.

Nothing got Annabeth hornier than the thought of Percy, with her. Forever.

The hand in his hair tugged suddenly, "Don't say stuff like that?"

He grinned lopsidedly, "Why not?" He pressed a kiss between her breasts, where her robe had loosened, "It's the truth."

She groaned, biting her lip, "Stop teasing." She whined.

"Admit it, then."

"No," she muttered like a petulant child.

He frowned, but she knew he wasn't upset, his eyes twinkling in amusement, "So you wouldn't mind her flirting with me? Asking me to be hers."

Her grip tightened slightly more as he chuckled, hands sliding against the fabric of the robe, pulling the silky layer off of her.

He gently kissed her shoulder, the action so gentle compared to the tsunami brewing behind those eyes.

"Maybe I could ask her to join us," he pressed another kiss right below her ear, hot breath fanning against the skin. "You wouldn't mind sharing, would you?"

"Percy," she gritted, annoyed, "Stop it."

"Admit it," his eyes flashed as she shook her head. "And why not?"

"Because you don't want that,"

"Want what?"

"To share me,"

"Who says I'll be sharing you?" He demanded gruffly, gripping her thigh a little tighter as his eyes darkened, "I'll be the one doing all the touching."

"But what if she tries to kiss me?"

He gritted his teeth, watching her through hooded eyes before muttering, "Fine. You win this one." But he stepped away from her, leaving her confused and wanting. "But you won't win the next."

Annabeth watched as he walked back, vibrator in hand, her breathing getting quicker as she bit her lip to suppress her whimper.

"Don't come until I say so, yeah?" He said, holding onto her thighs before he slipped her panties to the side and pressed the vibrator to her clit.

Annabeth's hips immediately jerked, the girl moaning. "Fuck!"

"Shhh," he pressed the vibrator even firmer against the sensitive bud making Annabeth spasm with pleasure, a cry escaping her lips. "Want the neighbors to complain about the noise again?"

Annabeth could barely think, much less care about what the fuck the neighbors thought about her in that moment.

"Percy," she gripped his hand, riding against the vibrator, "Please."

"No," he muttered gruffly, pulling the device away despite Annabeth digging her nails into him, trying to keep the vibrator close.

She whined, body shaking as she glared at him, "How many more?"

"However many I want,"

She pursed her lips as she continued spasming, breathing heavily as she stared up at him, "Fine, I'm jealous!"

His lips twitched, "I know."

She scoffed before her desperate eyes met his, "Please? Please let me come, Percy, please."

He groaned, the sound coming from deep within his chest, "You're really forcing my hand aren't you?"

He gripped her throat before pressing himself closer to her, Annabeth's thighs immediately wrapping around his waist as she desperately gridded against him.

He allowed her to continue until her moans started turning higher in pitch, Annabeth mumbling more incoherently. Then he stopped again, Annabeth immediately whining in protest.

But Percy ignored her circling her clit with his thumb. “Three more times,” he said decidedly as he stared at her dripping cunt.

Her eyes widened and she squirmed, “That’s too many,” she mumbled, feeling the way he continued shallowly thrusting his thumb into her. “Percy, please.”

“Don’t make me tie you up, baby,” he mumbled, leaning down to lick some of her essence, making Annabeth cry out in pleasure as his tongue swiped over her slit, pausing at her clit to serve it some more attention.

“Please,” she begged desperately.

He hummed, “Fine, two more.”

“Percy, I need you now,” she begged, tugging at him until he was at her level before she pulled him into a bruising kiss that she released her pent up frustration into.

He chuckled darkly, rolling his hips against hers, “Patience.”

“No,” she shifted uncomfortably, “I wanna come now.”

“We both know that’s not gonna happen,” he murmured. Thrusting his thumb a little deeper into her, making her clench around it, another cry escaping her.

He groaned in satisfaction, “So fucking tight for me.”

“Percy,” she gritted, digging her nails into his back, trying to get him to hurry up, but he ignored her once more, slowly pushing his thumb into her again.

She moaned softly, rolling her hips against him, pulling him closer by the waist, making him slam into her.

She moaned as his thumb thrusted deeply into her, but Percy was not amused by her antics, immediately pulling it out.

“Three,”

“Percy, please,” she begged.

“No,” he muttered, gently caressing the side of her jaw, “Three.” To accentuate his point, he slapped her ass, making her jolt, a whimper escaping her lips.

She whined and groaned in annoyance but he continued to hold her in place as he torturously dragged his finger in and out of her.

He built it up slowly, hearing the way her moans became higher in pitch, feeling the way she clenched tighter.

“Don’t come,” he instructed, making her muscles lock up as she met his sea green eyes with her pleading grey ones.

She couldn’t seem to look away, much to his satisfaction, a look of pure lust and adoration on her face.

That’s right, she was his. Only his. She could only look at him like that. Not anyone else — he won’t share her attention, he’d rather die before that happens.

Not for work, not for friends.

It was all his.

He hadn’t even noticed it, too lost in his own head, but he’d started thrusting his fingers faster and faster, making Annabeth cry out hoarsely, but like the good girl she was, she didn’t come yet.

But she didn’t look like she could take much longer of it, biting her lip hard, her muscles locked, her pussy clenching so tightly around him like it’s taking everything not to shatter against him.

“Come,” he muttered, curling his fingers as he pulled his fingers out of her.

She cried, gripping onto his arms tightly as she exploded, gushing out warm fluid like she was a waterfall.

He lazily stroked her clit until she was writhing beneath him, feeling every shudder that went through her as he tentatively licked her folds.

He raised his head, pressing a kiss to her stomach, “Good girl,” he mumbled softly, a smile playing on his lips.

A part of him really didn’t think she’d do it, convinced he’d have to punish her, but he was glad he didn’t have to tease her for any longer.

He watched as she smiled, no doubt feeling pride wash over her. He gently smoothed his hand over her ass, squeezing as he crawled back to her level.

She looked a bit tired, but the way her eyes locked onto his every movement told him she wasn’t done with him.

“I love you,” she mumbled, pulling him down so their lips connected.

He smiled against her, “Tryna get me riled up?” He murmured, kissing along her jaw.

“Maybe,” she offered an innocent shrug.

He grinned widely, unbuttoning the rest of his buttons, “Hmm,” her fingers pressed against his bulge, breathing getting heavier as he tossed his dress shirt aside.

“I want you,” she said, wrapping her thighs around his waist, “Please?”

He grunted softly as she placed a hand against his chest, nails scratching teasingly as she pulled his head down until her breath was ghosting his ear.

“Can I ride you?”

“Gods, Beth, you’re driving me insane,” he muttered before letting out a shuddered breath and collapsing on the bed beside her.

She immediately straddled his hips, unbuckling his slacks as he palmed her thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, placing a hand on the small of her back before he pulled her down until he could take her nipple into his mouth.

She ground down against him, biting her lip. “Percy,” she murmured, getting him out of his confines before palming the base of his dick.

He bit down as the girl all but slammed all the air out his lungs as she hit his hips with her own.

“Fuck,” she moaned, clenching down on him as she dug her nails into his neck, tugging his hair harshly as she breathed in and out.

Percy groaned, grip tight enough to bruise her hips, “Move,” he gritted, “Please.”

She slowly started shifting against him, getting comfortable as she finally let the death grip around his rod loosen a little, enough to start riding him slowly.

“So fucking beautiful,” he got out through clenched teeth, hips snapping upwards as she slammed down, a surprised moan escaping her lips.

He groaned, “If you keep clenching around me like that, I’m gonna come.”

“Please, no,” she whimpered, riding desperately, grinding against his pubic bone like her life depended on it.

It was an image he’d never forget, her tits bouncing in front of his face, her forehead on his, her eyes scrunched shut with pleasure.

He leaned upwards and captured her lips before snapping his hips upwards, once, twice, while simultaneously circling her clit faster and faster, feeling himself near the edge.

She came soon afterwards, slumping against him lifelessly as he thrusted in and out of her until he deposited his seed, right… into.. her…

Percy stilled as Annabeth nuzzled against his neck, squirming to get comfortable as she breathed out heavily, clearly exhausted.

But even as Percy pulled her closer towards him, his mind was somewhere else, more specifically, between the two of them.

“Beth,” he muttered, voice shaking a little. “I didn’t use a condom.”

Annabeth seemed to still for a moment before she glanced up at him, a look of shock on her face. “Oh gods,” all the sleep seemed to seep out of her as she quickly got off of him, staring at the mess they’d made.

“I’m so-”

“No,” she paused, clearly trying to recompose herself, “I.. I should’ve remembered.”

“I should’ve too.”

“It’s fine,” she said, “It’ll probably…” hesitantly, she added, “I’ll just take a morning after pill. It’ll be fine.”

Percy paused for a long moment too before asking, “What if it happens?”

“What happens? I get pregnant?” A look of horror crossed her beautiful features, so unlike her normal sleepy state. “I- I can’t right now. I.. my work..”

“Hey,” he whispered softly, gently pulling her closer before wincing, realizing there was still a mess surrounding them.

He grabbed wet wipes from the bedside table, standing between her thighs to clean her as he said, “Whatever happens, it’ll be okay.”

“No it won’t,” the sound of pure devastation made him pause. “I don’t wanna be like our parents.”

Percy stared at him incredulously, “You’re gonna be an amazing mom.”

“I’ve wanted this for years, Percy, my job,” her eyes scrunched up in guilt, as if the conversation was something she thought about often. “I feel like.. I might prioritize it over.. our kid.”

“You won’t do that,” he murmured, gently stroking her cheek as he finished up cleaning her up before he cleaned himself.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do,” he said, “I know you more than anyone, and I know that you’ve never prioritized it over me.”

There was a long pause before she said, “You said you’d spank me if I ever brought work home,” her eyes glinted with humor as she offered a half smile.

“And I still will,” he smirked, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he settled beside her on the bed, “Point is, if we were to have a baby-” and he wouldn’t lie, the thought excited him beyond belief, “You’d be amazing at what you do.”

“We probably won’t be able to do stuff like this anymore, though,”

“Who said?” He raised a challenging brow over his shoulder as he grabbed clothes.

She sighed softly as he helped her into an old tshirt of his before he wore a pair of boxers, “We’ll always be able to do this.” After a pause, he added, “Even when we’re all wrinkly.

Her nose scrunched up as she stared at him, “You really know how to set the scene,” she said, rolling her eyes, but her lips were tugging upwards.

He pressed another kiss to her lips as he settled beside her, “We’re in this together forever. No matter how sick of me you get. We’re gonna have kids at some point… what not now?”

Which meant he needed to propose soon.

She rolled her eyes again, “Sounds tempting,” she offered.

“I know,” he grinned.

She sighed softly, settling her hand on his chest before saying, “Next time don’t have so many buttons undone when you go out.”

He raised an eyebrow but nodded, “Will do.”

A soft smile graced her lips as she leaned closer, pressing a kiss to his jaw, “Maybe this won’t be so bad.”

He snorted, pulling her closer, “It’ll never be bad with me, Beth, you should know that by now. I’m amazing.”

She laughed, and the sound warmed his heart. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said.

He proposed the next week.

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Annabeth hadn't been able to relax since Piper told her about a dirty secret.

At some point the two of them were gonna get in trouble, with all that they were doing.

"If you keep your sword out on top of you, no one can see a thing." She'd whispered excitedly as if they were school kids, sharing secrets in the playground. But the detail she'd went into on her and Jason's newest adventure was far from kid friendly.

That'd been a week ago.

And since that day, Annabeth was restlessly wondering about it.

How it'd feel.. having an audience that doesn't even know you're doing anything.

She felt a chill run down her spine as she gripped the fabric of her skirt tighter. She'd been researching all week, and when she'd discovered a way to go even further than Piper and Jason had, she couldn't help but want to actually try it.

Hubris was gonna be the death of her. Or at least, her reputation, in this case.

Because despite the fact that this wasn’t a competition, she couldn’t help but see it as one.

Piper always told her about these exciting things they’d tried, while in the bedroom, Percy and Annabeth weren’t the wildest.

It was still amazing beyond belief, but she couldn’t help but want more.

Selfish? Maybe. Did she care, though? Not really.

Despite it being one of the least logical things she'd ever wanted to do, it was full proof.

At least, it seemed full proof.

All she had to do was get Aphrodite to bless her scarf again.

Yeah, seemed simple enough.

And she was right, seeing as the moment she prayed to the goddess, she appeared in her small apartment, in her human form (thank the gods, she did not want to fix a hole in the ceiling at a time like this).

The goddess of love raised an eyebrow, seeming amused by the situation as she sat on the table, leaning back on one elbow.

"You know there could be consequences for using something that's mine, right?" She asked, watching her intently as she rested her face in her hand, lying across Annabeth's kitchen table as if it were a bed.

"Well.." she pursed her lips, "You just.. feel more emotions, right? Or fall in love easier? But it's fine, he's already with me."

The woman laughed, "Oh, you really don't know what you're getting yourself into, do you?"

Annabeth shifted uncomfortably, not liking that her intelligence was being questioned.

"Love magic," she murmured, holding out her hand, the magical scarf immediately flying into it. "This, dear Annabeth, is my most powerful aphrodisiac. Hephaestus gifted it to me, funnily enough… but I didn’t use it with him." I used it with Ares.

Annabeth's face scrunched up in disgust at the unsaid words, making Aphrodite smile. "I don’t know how far you wanna go, but with this one-" she wrapped the fabric around herself with a sigh, her eyes closing, "You won't be able to control yourself."

"Yes I will," she said defiantly despite the fact that the goddess was most likely right.

But she'd been having the scarf since she was 12, and though she didn't touch it often, she had held it before, and it really didn't affect her too much.

She'd been horny before. Nobody died.

It was gonna be fine.

"Did you even talk to him about this?" The goddess asked mischievously, her voice nothing but a sultry purr.

Annabeth frowned, "I was going to after I got your blessing."

"My blessing to have sex in public?" She laughed again, making Annabeth's cheeks redden. "I'm all about public indecency, but you know people will still be able to hear you, right?"

She pursed her lips in thought, wondering if it was a good idea at all.

"But.." Aphrodite continued, "I can help my favorite couple out..."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "Why?"

"Because," the look on her face yelled trouble, but Annabeth couldn't help but be drawn in by it, and her dark green eyes, "I feel bad for putting you through so much."

There was a catch. Annabeth knew there was a catch, and the look Aphrodite was giving told her that there was most definitely a catch.

The goddess lifted her hand, and a gag appeared out of thin air.

There's the catch.

"It'll make sure not a soul hears you." She smiled wickedly. "You'll need it."

"How do I know that you're not tricking me?"

A giggle escaped her lips as she got up, draping the fabric of the scarf onto Annabeth's shoulders, a strong shudder escaping her.

Oh, gods, it was strong.

"I'm all for helping you explore." She said, "If I were to trick you, you'd be too scared to come to me for your other fantasies."

True.

But a part of Annabeth still felt unsure.

"Percy's as much of a horn-dog as his father is. As you are." She placed the gag into Annabeth's palm, "He'll agree to whatever you say, that one." Aphrodite sighed in anguish, "If only you were a villain. You could've really manipulated him to get what you want."

"If I were a villain, and Percy couldn't resist me, wouldn't all the gods be dead by now?"

"Yeah," Aphrodite continued to sigh dreamily, "All in the name of love."

"Oh.. kay.." Annabeth said, staring down at the gag in her hand, "So people won't be able to see me gagged?"

The goddess's green eyes twinkled, "They won't see a thing, darling."

Another shudder went through Annabeth as she felt the scarf graze her arm.

"As long as this scarf's wrapped around you," she smiled, cradling the side of Annabeth's jaw, "No regular mortal will see you."

"No regular-?" But the goddess's essence shone, Annabeth immediately turning away from the brightness.

Then she was gone.

Great.

***

The scarf's power had definitely been amplified. She'd never felt this horny during a date before. Not even in her teenage years.

Every time it grazed her arm, her neck, her chest, she felt herself dampen.

And she was in a dress, so she tried not to let that happen until the two of them were alone.

Not to mention Percy looked fucking hot in that suit.

5 years. 5 entire years together, and Annabeth was too horny to even hear what he was saying.

He seemed to notice the way her eyes latched into the skin of his chest, the few buttons of his dress shirt popped open.

He grinned, face flushing a little as he leaned closer, "So work's been good?"

"Yeah? Yeah. Yeah, it's been.. good."

"And not stressful?"

"No stress," she mumbled, biting her lip.

"And you're checking me out right now?"

"Yeah- it’s been-" her eyes snapped to his, having realized what he said, "What?" Her face flushed.

His smirk widened, "You were." He tilted his head casually, eyes roaming her face, "I'd be honored to do whatever it is you'd like me to do.. if we weren't in a room full of people."

Her thoughts went straight down the gutter. Percy, fucking her in a room of unsuspecting people?

"What's wrong with a little audience?" She asked, tone breathless.

She watched as he visibly had to reign his control back in.

"Do you wanna go to the park later?" She asked suddenly. "It's a really nice night."

His eyebrows furrowed adorably, "Don't you wanna go home?"

"I don't know.. the park seems more... scenic."

"Scenic?" He murmured, watching her curiously, as if asking her if she was trying to say what he thought she was trying to say.

"Scenic," she nodded.

Percy pursed his lips before nodding slowly, "Sure. I don't mind."

Perfect.

***

"So.. do I get to really know why you wanna go to the park, now that we're alone?" He tilted his head, nose bumping her ear as he whispered as they walked to the train station.

The fabric of her scarf touched more of her skin with the way the wind blew, making her shiver, but not from the cold.

His grip tightened slightly against it, "Is this.. Aphrodite's?"

She froze for a moment, making Percy smirk.

"Okay, what're you planning?" He asked, eyes darkening as he stared at her.

"Well.." she said slowly, meeting his eyes, "I wanted to try something."

"Something.. indecent?" He asked.

She bit her lip, "Potentially."

He hummed, resting his hand on the small of her back, hand grazing the fabric, a shiver running through him, and she knew it wasn't because he was cold either.

He cleared his throat, walking in a way that told her she was shifting his pants so it was more comfortable around himself.

She offered a small smile, "Excited?"

"Extremely," he said, "But if you keep talking to me like that, we won't make it to the park."

"We won't?" She batted her lashes at him.

A half-groan, half-hiss escaped his lips, "You're gonna be the death of me," he muttered, grip tightening against her waist.

They got to the subway, but Percy was visibly having a hard time controlling himself, his breathing harsh and his eyes dark.

If only he'd stop gripping her scarf.

But she didn't stop it from happening, a part of her curious as to what he'd do.

"What does it do?" He asked, gently tugging at the scarf, making her shiver.

"Pretty sure it manipulates the mist," she said quietly, leaning in to tell him as they found a seat. "But it makes it so they won't see us."

"Won't see us?" He repeated in Ancient Greek, grip tightening further. "So I could take you right here?"

Annabeth's eyes immediately scanned the area, which wasn't too crowded, but there was enough people to notice and record them if this failed.

"Maybe?" She offered.

"How do you know it works? How can we test it?"

Annabeth pursed her lips before she wrapped the fabric around his shoulders, "Remove your shirt."

His eyebrows raised, "Feisty."

She rolled her eyes, "Just do it."

He did as told, glancing around and sure enough, no one seemed to care.

But this was New York, and people typically cared less because there were much weirder people doing weirder stuff.

So she had to make sure, pulling the scarf away, and much to her surprise, the lady across them stood and walked away, watching him as if he were the scum under her shoe as she held the Bible in her hand a little tighter.

"I guess it worked?" He asked in Greek.

"Yeah," she murmured, placing it back over his shoulders, and the woman seemed to blink for a moment, confused before she looked back down at her book, a frown on her face.

He immediately pulled Annabeth onto him, a gasp escaping her lips.

She looked around, but no one seemed to notice, much to her relief. She pulled the gag from her purse, Percy's eyes going wide as saucers.

"You really are trying to kill me," he murmured, staring at it before he pulled Annabeth into a kiss. "Were you planning this all night?"

"All week," she breathed out heavily before gagging herself.

Percy groaned into her neck before glancing around, "Why're you trying to do this to me?"

She shook her head, knowing she'd sound coherent if she spoke through the ball in her mouth.

He hissed, gripping her tightly before slowly grinding her into him, making a moan softly, head falling onto his shoulder.

And sure enough, not a soul turned to them.

He groaned, fumbling to reveal more of her thighs, pulling dress upwards until her underwear was revealed.

She whined as he gently started stroking. "More-" she mumbled, but it sounded more like she was a cat in heat.

He chuckled darkly, "Already, Beth?" He whispered in her ear, "Aren't we just getting started?"

She moaned softly, grinding faster, trying to get leverage, but despite the fact that she was on top, Percy held all the control in his palms, which he displayed by stilling her movements.

"Fuck, you look too good right now," he muttered, and Annabeth couldn't help but glance around, only to see no one paying them any mind.

Maybe Annabeth had read into what Aphrodite said too much. Maybe she wasn't gonna do anything and twist the situation-

But as the next wave of people entered the subway, a guy's eyes widened, eyebrows disappearing into curly hair stuffed inside a baseball hat.

But people pushed past him, forcing him deeper into the subway. He took a seat across them, trying his hardest not to watch, but Annabeth couldn't help but stare in confusion.

Which probably looked stupid as fuck, Annabeth just staring at him, a gag in her mouth, saliva around her lips, but she didn't care.

Not because she didn't want to, but because she was right all along.

"Normal mortals,"

Normal.

Normal mortals couldn’t see them… but the clear sighted definitely could.

But instead of immediately scramble off of Percy, the thought of being watched excited her.

"Percy?"

He hummed, helping her grind a little firmer against him.

"Faster," she mumbled, (though it sounded more like 'harh ha') face burying back into the crook of his neck, despite the gaze of the stranger she felt on her back.

He groaned, gripping at her thighs before he slid his fingers against her slit, making her gasp.

Percy slid his hand up and down her dress before slowly unzipping, only to stop half way, his body as tense as a brick.

Annabeth glanced up at him, only to see him staring at the stranger, who looked like he wished he were anywhere else.

He looked young. Definitely not older than them.

Maybe 19?

And the blush on his face told her that he was extremely flustered.

Annabeth bucked her hips, not caring about being watched, but Percy seemed more hesitant.

The guy seemed intimated by Percy, shifting in his seat as he staring pointedly at the ground.

"I can't let him see you," he murmured lowly, possessive. His grip tightening against the fabric of her dress.

"I don't care," she mumbled, sounding incoherent, "I want you."

There was another pause of hesitance before he said, "How badly?"

"Really badly," she bucked again, desperately trying to get him to touch her.

He seemed to get the message, hand sliding to palm her ass before he slid the fabric of her dress down, so it covered more of her thigh before he pushed her panties to the side, thrusting a finger into her.

She cried out in pleasure, back arching as he continued pulling his finger in and out of her, curling to hit the spot that made her whimper.

Intense, his gaze was so intense.

More so than normal, which told her he might've been a tad annoyed.

Definitely not at her, though. The way he placed a kiss on her forehead was gentle despite how violently he was slamming his digits into her.

"Fuck," she moaned, clamping down suddenly as he plunged ruthlessly.

She turned and locked eyes with the guy, who was blatantly staring, eyes widening when they met hers.

Percy didn't seem to like that, pulling her face back to his before slamming their lips together. "Don't look at him," he muttered darkly, pace quickening, "Look at me, baby. Only me."

His tone was sharp, but was gentle at the same time, and it seemed to wrap around her like silk as she got closer to the tip of the cliff.

Finally, he circled her clit, his lips latching onto the skin near her ear, making her topple off the ledge with a violent shudder as a loud cry escaped her lips.

He held her, murmuring against her hair as she came, gently coaxing her through it all, and Annabeth truly didn't think she could ever be more in love with the man she was siting on.

But Percy just loved to prove her wrong, gently placing a kiss on her lips before saying, "Wanna finish this somewhere else?"

"I want them to watch how you ruin me," he whispered in his ear, realizing that if she slackened her mouth enough, she could actually sound coherent.

And with the way Percy's eyes darkened, she knew he heard her.

"Yeah?" He murmured, staring down at her dripping clit before meeting her eyes, "You want that?"

She nodded wordlessly, not trusting her voice, not when he was staring at her like she was his last meal.

He stared ahead, no doubt staring at the other guy before he zipped down her dress the rest of the way, a shiver wracking her body from the sudden cold.

He slowly trailed kisses against her shoulder as he freed her breasts from the confines, but he kept his arms at her side, blocking the view from others, as if they could see them.

He trailed his kisses along the soft swell of her chest, licking gently before he pinched her nipple, making her jerk at the sudden sensation.

Her eyes widened, staring into his in surprise, but he seemed too lost in desire as he continued to caress her body, gripping tightly before smoothing his hands over her.

He didn't allow the dress to fall off, the fabric draping around her thighs, which she later found out had been intentional.

Like the possessive man he was, Percy continued to caress and tease her, as if gently punishing her for putting him in such a situation where another man had a chance of catching even a glimpse of her.

She was feeling impatient, though, so she smoothed her hands down against his chest before trailing lower, fumbling with the button of his slacks.

"Don't fucking stare," he gritted out, snapping his head up to glare at the guy sitting behind her, "It's rude."

"Wha- but you're-" the other man groaned in frustration, Annabeth turning in time to see a few people eyeing him weirdly.

Percy smiled in accomplishment, letting Annabeth free him. She stroked him quickly, trying to get him to her level of desperation, but he didn't seem to want to let himself snap just yet.

She quickly pulled out a condom from her bag, ripping it with her teeth before rolling it over him, the movements rushed and impatient.

He gently pulled her hand away, grabbing her other before holding them at the small of her back.

Where his Achilles spot used to be.

She really didn't think the look in her eyes could hold any more smolder, but they just got smolderer as they danced over her face.

All she could do was pant heavily and wait for him to relieve her of the pressure between her legs that hadn't been satiated.

His rod sat between them, clearly throbbing for attention, but he didn't even acknowledge it, eyes locked on hers.

Before finally, she couldn't take it any more, squirming against him, trying to grind against him, only for him to tighten his grip against her hips, stopping him before murmuring, “Are you sure you don’t wanna leave?” He asked finally.

“Please do,” the guy behind her muttered, Annabeth just tilting her head at Percy. “What do you want?” She asked, his eyes darkening as he slowly snaked a hand to the back of her head before he tightened the strap of the gag, her eyes widening in surprise.

“You better hope this thing works,” he murmured before staring down at her core. He shot her one last, ‘Are you sure?’ glance, but once she nodded, he pulled her right into him.

A harsh noise escaped her lips, a whimper following soon afterwards as he thrusted like it was the only thing keeping him sane.

She rode him just as vigorously, but her knees were getting weak, her body turning into nothing but jelly as he stroked her clit with tight little circles.

“Percy,” she murmured, burying her face into his neck as she dug her nails into herself, Percy still holding her hands behind her back.

But he soon freed them, gripping onto her thighs with renewed intensity, pulling her into him as he thrusted upwards, Annabeth’s arms immediately wrapping around his neck, gripping into his muscular back as she cried out.

Her head snapped back, back arching, eyes meeting his eyes as she came apart, the pure pleasure that followed soon afterwards paralyzing her for a moment, but Percy didn’t seem to be done, thrusting until she was oversensitive, but even then, she didn’t want him to stop until she saw him come.

“So fucking beautiful,” he gritted out, panting heavily as he continued to thrust.

“Get a room!” She heard a sudden yell, a lady in her 30’s said, eyes wide as saucers.

“You see it too?!” The guy didn’t sound too relieved by the revelation.

People all around them stared at the two in concern, but all Annabeth could do was hold onto Percy as she felt her body slowly slipping from her.

He came soon afterwards, circling her clit until a second orgasm shook her body.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the sound vibrating through her chest, making her shiver.

“I love you,” she mumbled incoherently but with the way he pulled her closer and buried his head into her hair with a satisfied sigh, she knew he understood.

There was a long pause of silence before a gasp was sounded.

Annabeth glanced around sleepily, only to see everyone stared at them with wide eyes.

The fatigue immediately wore off of her as she stared at the scarf, which had fallen to the ground, with wide eyes, and Percy seemed to notice the predicament soon afterwards, cursing in Greek.

He immediately grabbed the scarf before he snapped his fingers, muttering more under his breath before saying, “You. Saw. Nothing.”

Annabeth’s heart didn’t calm down, though, not until she saw everyone look back at their phones with bored expressions.

Only the guy and the woman staring at them in disbelief.

“Illuminati,” the woman said, her voice barely above a whisper before rushed to the newly opened doors like a crazed maniac, yelling about satan being real.

“You- are you sentient?” The other guy asked, again earning weird stares from people around them, but most of them were walking out the train so it was loud enough for them to not notice the shaken man.

“No,” Percy said before helping Annabeth slip back into her dress, which was a little mused, but overall still put together, removing the gag from her lips before pecking them with his.

He then slipped himself back into his pants before shooting him a smile, saying, “No one’ll ever believe you.”

Then stood up and walked out with a shaken Annabeth, hand in hand.

“That was mean,” she mused, most of her weight on him.

He offered a sheepish grin, “He was staring at you.”

She shook her head with a sigh before pursing her lips, “Was it.. good?”

“Anything’s good with you,” he pressed a kiss to her temple before saying, “Yeah, it felt so good to see how envious the guy was.”

“Oooh, fancy words,” she teased, tipping her head up to grin at him.

He pressed another kiss to her nose, “You’ve grown on me.”

She snorted, “We’ve been together for years.”

“I know,” he placed his hand a little lower on her hip, “So you should know I’ll be up and ready by the time we get home for shower sex.”

She hummed, her eyes dropping to his lips.

“Alright, don’t do that,” he chuckled, wrapping the scarf a little tighter against her body, “We don’t wanna make a detour to the park, do we?”

“We might,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him.

He just sighed, “One of these days, you’re gonna kill me.”

Once they got back to the house, Percy paused by the door, “I love you too,”

Annabeth turned slowly, staring at him in disbelief. Now? Not 20 minutes earlier? Seriously?

But it wasn’t like she could ever be mad at him when he looked at her like that.

And just like the first time he’d said, a rush of endorphins flooded her system, and she quite literally jumped him, legs wrapping around her hips as she crushed his lips with hers.

His arms immediately held her up, stabilizing her as he reciprocated.

Then, they had shower sex, and just like Percy had said, he was up and ready.