There was something about him when he reached his way his hips shook, the way he would tangle his fingers into her hair, frantically dip his hips up and down to met hers, the way his bottom lip was always trapped in between his teeth. It made Annabeth's ego bigger then ever knowing that she is the only person in the universe to see super hot, model-like, Savior of Olympus, cum like that. It was so surreal, she couldn't believe it. It made her scoff and roll her eyes at every girl who hits on him, making her want to say,"Um excuse me? If your trying to get into his pants just stop. I'm the only one who can do that."
She feels like she has some sort of leverage over him. Seeing his innocent expression when he talks to friends, all Annabeth can think of is his lustful face. She is the only one who can see him like that, nobody else ever would. The first time she saw him orgasm, Annabeth instantly saw the second side of him, dare she say it all cliché? The dangerous side. No, fucking joke.
Anywhere that wasn't in bed, he would always hold the goofy, childish, sarcastic look. In bed, his whole demeanor changes: he's more demanding, rough, desperate and so goddam attractive. Two contrasting sides, Annabeth loves it. He's suddenly not adorable Percy anymore, he's super hot Percy.
But it isn't just the looks that get to her during sex, it was also those talented hands of his. For a quick second she honestly believed that she wasn't his first time because he was just so good. His mouth and tongue on her seem to know what to do every single time, almost as if instinct. The way they nipped at her ear, sucked and licked every spot he knew drove her insane. Not to mention those hands that seem to have memorized every inch of her body and use it as his advantage. The scar on her thigh, the scar on her shoulder, the scar on her rib, and so many more. He knew her pleasure spots such as her pulse point, that spot underneath her ribs, her collarbones...If he was blindfolded she bet he would still be able to pinpoint every single mark on her body, same with him of coarse.
But it's not just the looks, his hands, tongue and mouth that get to her, but also the sounds. His voice seems to be huskier and deeper if possible during sex, especially if he's turned on or trying to seduce her. His whispers and the rare times he teased her lightly with his mouth so tantalizingly close to her ear. Percy's moans were a sound Annabeth wouldn't mind hearing every day. Any sound that came out of his lips during sex was glorious and utterly attractive. The way he gasped out her name when he was at his peek made her moan in approval.
It wasn't just all this though, there was one post sex action that she loved... he's a cuddler. Right after cumming and right before cuddling Percy's demeanor changes and he's back to adorable Percy who cuddles with Annabeth after sex. He gently spoons her once again breathless figure, burying his nose into her long sweaty curls. Their legs would tangle with each other and he would place both arms around her stomach, resulting the fluttery feeling and the blush on her cheeks. He would always whisper sexual innuendoes, successfully making her giggle or punch him softly. Or he would whisper I love you and You're so freaking beautiful phrases.
Annabeth just loved him, everything, there was always something about him...
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