Percy Jackson Smut

Percy x Annabeth

Percy grabbed my wrists and pressed me up against a wall. His face was so close to mine, I could make out his dilating pupils in his bright, green irises, smell his minty breath accompanied with the scent of the ocean and sweat, and feel the heat radiating off his body in huge deluges. I couldn't escape from his strong grasp, for both his knees pinned down my thighs, rendering me completely immobile.

"Percy, stop it. What are you doing?"

"Don't you get it Beth? You are the most desired girl at school. Every guy wants you there, but you make it so damn impossible for them to get to you. I never believed in the unconquerable until I met you. Seeing you walk down the halls each day reminds me that are a risk I want to take but am too cowardly to do. Not to mention, the sight of you makes me go hard instantly."

I blushed furiously and looked down at this pants. Sure enough, there was a very noticeable bulge over his crotch area. I bit my lips to keep myself from smirking. That knowledge shouldn't please me, but it does.

Swiftly, he captures both of my wrists in one hand above my head and uses the other to cup my face and tilt my head up. My incredibly warm face must've been apparent because he smiled, saying, "You're really cute when you blush."

The comment made my ears burn and my stomach flip. Despite my perceivable helpless position, I manages to find my voice and speak.

"Well, I guess i ought stick to my reputation, now huh? You know, being 'unconquerable' does have its perks, though it is entirely just an unbreakable habit."

"Then I suppose we are just going to have to break that habit."

I think my heart skipped a beat because the way he said it got me immediately aroused. Once more, I bit my lip and tried to ignore the meaning behind his words and the low, raspy tone with which he said his line with.

"And..." Reflexively, I licked my lips and swallowed nervously before saying, "H-how do you think you're going to do...that?"

By now, my breathing had altered. From normal intakes of air to calming breaths the moment I entered his home to now, barely sucking in any oxygen for me to properly think.

Ever so slowly, Percy leaned in and whispered, "Like this."

For mere seconds, his warm breath fanned over my face, making me even hotter than I was already. Then, it all went away when I felt his lips devouring mine. Helpless was I to resist his delicious taste, his domineering masculinity, his enticing body. I became lost in his kiss.

Never did he loosen his grip on me, to my slight disappointment. I wanted to bury my fingers into his jet black hair and encourage him to keep going, but he insisted on taking all the control here which isn't going to sit well with me. Not if I had anything to say about it. Before I could fall deeper under his spell, I turned my head to the side and tried to get some more air back into my lungs.

I looked into his gorgeous green eyes and panted, "Release...me."

Confusion crossed his handsome face, yet as soon as it arrived, it disappeared, and was replaced by his devious smirk.

"Nah," he caught his breath for a few moments before continuing, "I don't think so. Where's the fun in that?"

I opened my mouth to retort, but he silenced me with his lips.

Back to panting again, he took the opportunity of my silence and added, "It'll be fun seeing you come right here, right now. And I can't do that if you're the one in control of me, now can I?"

Percy's words had blood rushing rapidly to my mid-lower region, and, although my body craved the inevitable release of pleasure, I gazed up at him with worried eyes and let out a frightened gasp. Frankly, any intense emotions that I could ever experience terrify me. Whether that be me squealing in excitement or crying over the loss of a loved one or throwing a tantrum because of some mishap. It simply shows that whatever's happening means something to me, and it could, in turn, be used against me.