No Feelings
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.
A/N: New story! so, fun fact, this was inspired by a situation I found myself in recently. I just arranged it so it had a happy ending! Well, the beginning and the no feelings part of this was what I found myself in. stuff that comes later not so much, lol. ANYWAYS I feel personally close to this story, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
Also, this should be like 6-9 chapters long. I'm not sure yet, but I have a lot written so far, and I'm like about 3/4 through, I believe, soo...
"Oh my godssss!" Annabeth moaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she struggled to get a grasp on reality. Percy chuckled smugly above her, and at another time, when she actually had feeling in her limbs, she would have smacked him. As it was, Annabeth clutched for dear life to Percy's ripped forearms. "You gotta – Percy, I -,"
"Shh," Percy whispered coolly as he pressed his lips against hers again, quenching all urges to speak. "I've got you, baby," he said gently, words a complete contrast to the powerful way he thrust inside of her. She felt like she was being ripped apart straight from her core. His hands intertwined with hers, and she squeezed them tightly, wondering if it was possible for him to injure her with how powerfully he moved inside her. But as stars danced through her vision, Annabeth realized she didn't care. "So hot, Annabeth. So gorgeous. Are you going to cum for me again?"
Annabeth didn't know why sweet talk was working with her. Normally, it made her gag. Normally, she needed dirty talk to get off, but Percy's voice sent chills down her spine with each word. It was raspy, deep, and everything she needed to have her body shuddering. Then, his hands were between her legs, fingers expertly finding her clit and toying with it until Annabeth slammed her head back into the bed, a breathy scream ripping its way up her throat as her body convulsed, but Percy was quick to react. Again, he slammed his lips against hers, swallowing all sounds as he relentlessly fucked her through her third orgasm of the night.
She must have blacked out because the next thing she knew, Percy was buried deep inside her, teeth biting her collarbone as he groaned roughly. Annabeth numbly wiggled her hips, causing Percy to bite down against her harder to keep from being too loud. She wasn't sure where she found the energy to do such a task, but she knew it drained her of it after.
Percy collapsed against her, softly, but enough for her to feel completely capsulated by him. Not one for tight spaces, Annabeth was shocked to find her body melting into the mattress and Percy. When he seemed to have regained energy, Percy pushed back up to his hands, biceps flexing effortlessly in the process. He looked into her eyes and a wicked smirk formed.
"S-stop looking at m-me like t-that," Annabeth stuttered, finding her jaw to be too stiff to move properly. She sighed impatiently.
Percy flashed her a full-on grin before bending down and kissing her slowly, like they hadn't just nearly blacked out from hot, heavy sex. Annabeth kissed him back nevertheless, always eager to feel his lips sliding along her tongue, tasting his expertly perfect mouth. When he kissed her slowly, it always made her head spin as she tried to understand whyhe liked kissing like this. There was no direct sexual build up, but then again, there was.
Percy was hands down the best sex she'd had, and of the few times they'd had sex, most of them included Percy kissing her slowly throughout it all. Even when he upped the pace of the actual sex, everything else was slow and sensual and so foreign. It shouldn't have worked, but it did. It created this fog in Annabeth's head that she found was almost always accompanied with an orgasm that had her vision blurring and muscles faltering.
"I love when your body freezes up," Percy said with interest. "It's like kissing half your lips!"
"Hate you," Annabeth breathed, weakly lifting an arm to smack him. It only made him laugh.
With a final sigh, Percy stood up. "Alright. Can I clean you up or are you going to bitch at me again?"
Annabeth threw a pillow at him this time. Every conscious part of her wanted to point out she could clean herself up, but she was still so weak. And if Percy was able to stand already, then he ought to help her out. "Fine."
Percy smiled happily, as if this was something he enjoyed as much as sex. Without warning, he picked Annabeth up and carried her into his bathroom. The shower had a seat, which she eagerly sat on, blinking as the water turned hot and was directly closer to her.
"You know, for a division 1 collegiate swimmer, I really expected you to have better stamina, sweetheart," Percy snickered as he squirted shampoo onto his hands and immediately started massaging it into her hair.
"Once an asshole, always an asshole," Annabeth closed her eyes, standing and falling back against Percy's chest despite her annoyance with the tall miniature Greek god.
"I'm teasing," Percy pinched her butt lightly. "You're great. Rachel always stopped after one round. Said it hurt or some shit."
Annabeth snorted, hands idly running down Percy's toned torso. "Her loss."
Percy hummed in agreement as he washed the soap out. Annabeth was very compliant this time around. Their first shower together consisted of a bunch of cursing, fighting over the slippery soap, and ended with Percy getting shampoo in his eyes. He cried. Annabeth laughed. Nevertheless, this time, it was nice. Percy wasn't demandingly taking control. Rather, he was giving her a gift. At least, that what she liked to think of it as.
"You do know that dizzy haze isn't normal, right?" Annabeth asked as Percy ran the luffa across her chest. She noticed his eyes hesitating at her boobs, so she nudged him with her foot. "I've never blacked out during sex before."
Percy paused. "You blacked out?"
"For, like, a second," Annabeth blushed. "Still. The convulsions and locked muscles and dizziness…I've never had that before, even in the kinkiest of situations."
Percy pursed his lips for a moment. Then, he shrugged and started in on the task of washing his own body. "Is there something different I do? Rachel never mentioned any of what you're talking about."
Annabeth bit her lip. That was the thing. There wasn't some special move he did. There wasn't something that flipped her brain off. It just…floated away on its own to the sound of Percy's voice. "Maybe Rachel is just harder to please."
Percy shrugged. "Maybe."
Annabeth knew it wasn't some move he pulled. It was just Percy. He'd been like that from the start. She'd known him for almost three years at their university, and he'd always had some pull in her. She'd never fell to her temptations, not until recently. There was just something different about the way Percy did everything relating to sex – seduction, charm, flirting, kissing, sex, hickeys – he had his own flare that was impossible to name.
"Can we watch Big Mouth tonight?" Percy asked suddenly, breaking Annabeth away from her thoughts. Slightly amused, she nodded and helped wash out her hair.
"We're watching that documentary on Greek Mythology for your class sooner or later, though," Annabeth pinched his arm lightly, and he pouted in the cute manner that always made Annabeth's heart swoon.
"I'm practically a god already, sweetheart," Percy winked, and Annabeth rolled her eyes in hopes of calming her heart. It really could not handle such constant fluctuations.
"Looks don't count, Seaweed Brain," she smirked, feeling the energy come back to her. With interest, she stole Percy's loofa from his hands and started washing his body, pressing him back against the wall now. He wasn't complaining, or making a move for any more conversation, so she didn't feel bad about running her hands after the loofa, feeling the hard panes of muscle contract at her touch. His abs were truly unfair, accompanied by a happy trail, as well. Biting her lip, she forced herself to move back up to his chest, though it wasn't like his pecs were any less impressive.
"By the way you're eye fucking me, I should be coming any second now," Percy snickered devilishly, and then the charm of his body was lost. Crinkling her nose in disgust, she pinched his nipple, rinsed off completely, and exited the shower. "Well with that view of your ass, I'm closer!"
"Fuck off, Jackson!"
Annabeth grabbed one of his t-shirts and climbed into bed, pulling her lap top out of her bag to work on some homework. Not two minutes later, Percy bounced on the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling his head on top of her thighs.
"Hey. You touch it, you eat it," Annabeth warned mirthfully. Percy hummed happily.
"Gladly," Percy mumbled before deliberately burying his head between her thighs. She smacked him until he went back to a less invasive position, chuckling all the while. "BIG MOUTH!"
Percy turned on the show, and about halfway through the second episode, Annabeth decided to put her homework away. She always had tons piling up from constantly traveling for swim meets, but she always got it done before the due date. And of all times to cherish, tonight was one of them. Any time spent with Percy felt like a rare treasure gifted to her sometimes. She couldn't explain why, though. It was always nights like these, sometimes one or both of them being a bit tipsy, but it always ended in the usual post sex cuddling with teasing talks that turned into deep conversations, and those conversations always surprised Annabeth because Percy Jackson, swimming prodigy, appeared to be everything but deep. Still, it didn't make sense why she found herself wishing they had more nights like these together.
After all, it was just sex.
Her thoughts were cut off when Percy pressed his lips against her forehead and mumbled, "Goodnight, Wise Girl." The flutter in her heart made her clench her eyes shut. She'd just ignore his weird behavior.
. . .
Both their alarms went off at 5 in the morning. Annabeth rolled off Percy's chest all the way onto the floor, halfheartedly dragging Percy with her. "I don't wanna…"
Annabeth snorted. That was a lie, of course. Swimming for the top division 1 school in the nation, Olympia University, meant you lived, breathed, and shitted swimming. For Annabeth, it was more of a task than Percy. In her heart, she lived, breathed, and shitted academics and learning. Still, she enjoyed swimming, even if it meant she was constantly exhausted and on a threat of falling behind in her classes every once in a while.
"I've gotta run," Annabeth groaned. The girls always warmed up first. Chiron over saw the guys' team, but he was known for pushing more swimmers to the Olympic level than any other college coach, so the girls' coach, named Lupa, and he coordinated a lot.
"See you, uh," Percy paused to think about it, "at workouts. Yeah, see you."
And then he dropped his head back to his pillow, waiting on his second and third alarms to fully wake him up.
Annabeth's throat clogged. She didn't know why those words grated against her soul, but they did. She left his room still in his t-shirt, fists clenched around her backpack. Jason Grace, Percy's roommate, was sitting at the counter, sipping a glass of water.
"Hey, Annabeth," Jason smiled at her. He would be one of the few morning people in the world.
"Hey, Jason," she said, trying to keep the irritation from her voice. If Jason noticed anything, he didn't comment on it, probably passing it off as early morning irritation.
Maybe that was the case. At least, she hoped. Otherwise, she really didn't understand what was going on. It was just sex.
Then again, it was really, really good sex. It was sex like she'd never seen or heard of before. It was addicting, so surely it made sense for her to want it, like, all of the time.
. . .
"You look a little worse for wear, Miss Bite Mark," Piper said in a suggestive voice as they climbed out of the pool.
"But I didn't swim any worse," Annabeth smirked, proud of her ability to regain energy when needed. Thalia and Reyna never let her forget the time she showed up with hickeys and swam worse than the walk-on freshmen.
"Same guy, I'm assuming," Piper noted as they entered the locker room. She was the only one who knew she and Percy were fucking. The men's and women's swim team were very close. Every time they go out on the weekends, they normally drank and pre-gamed together. They were close, and yet, there was only one couple among the teams, and it was Silena and Charles Beckendorf.
"Yeah," Annabeth said as they rinsed off. "It's mind blowing sex, Pipes. Literally, like, I'm barely conscious by the end of it."
"That sounds a little bit like rape, Annabeth," Piper said flippantly. "Should I be concerned? You can tell me anything."
Annabeth scowled. "You're horrible," she sighed. As more girls filtered in, their conversation died down. The hot topic today was their upcoming conference tournament in a few weeks. Their overall goal was to make it to nationals. They hadn't done that in five years. If they made it, it'd be like winning it all to them because, as good as they were, they stood no chance against the other schools.
Their men's team was a different story, though. They were ranked so low they'd make it to nationals regardless of how their regional tournament went. Honestly, they had a decent shot of winning.
And it was all because of Percy Jackson – literal water boy.
He constantly came up at practice. If they weren't talking about his form, they were talking about his good looks, and every time his name was mentioned, Annabeth grew a little smugger and spoke a little quieter. She made sure to give his name a few good insults, though.
She wasn't done gushing to Piper about the sex, though, so when she got back from classes later that evening, and Piper was in the kitchen cooking, Annabeth offered a hand.
"Why?" she looked at her suspiciously. "You never offer to help when it's not your day."
With a groan, Annabeth simply stole the lettuce out of her hands. "Well, it's just…I can't stop thinking about the sex. I almost missed an entire slide in lecture today because I was thinking about it!"
Piper made a mock face of shock. "Oh no. How ever will you live?" It was very unenthusiastic. Annabeth put her hands on her hips and waited patiently until Piper rolled her eyes and said, "Fine. Yeah. That's weird for you. Just go fuck him again."
Annabeth popped a tomato into her mouth and shook her head. "Can't do that. I asked him last night. And the night before then."
"So?"
"So I feel like I'm intruding in his personal space," Annabeth muttered. Piper shot her another disgusted look, and this time, Annabeth threw her hands up. "What? Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"I don't know! Normally, the situation is reversed and I'm gushing about a boy. Now it's you and I don't know how to help," Piper exclaimed hotly.
Her comment made Annabeth blink a few times. Was she truly 'gushing' about Percy Jackson? This didn't feel like gushing to her. It certainly wasn't as emotional as when Piper talked about her feelings, not necessarily about guys, but in general. This felt more along the lines of a problem that she would prefer to have input in before deciding.
"Besides, what will you actually do? Nothing. You've already decided being an adult and asking to hook up is not for you, even though you literally could invite him here. So you either have patience or you play hard to get. I suggest just fucking talking to him," Piper huffed indignantly.
Her words made sense, even if Annabeth didn't want to hear it. There was a crisp edge to her speech, though, so Annabeth figured she had only a select number of questions on this topic before Piper declared it unfit for talking.
"I mean, do you even talk to him? Do you know him as a friend?" Piper asked.
"Yeah," Annabeth said. "Really well. Afterwards, we always talk until someone falls asleep, or we watch -,"
"Great! If talking to him isn't the problem, then you're fine. Ask him what's up and figure it out," Piper said. "The real question is whether or not you're close enough to get Jason to notice me!"
Annabeth stole the finished salad, placing it on the table and completing the wonderful dinner spread she'd made. "Always have to turn it onto yourself, huh?"
"Ugh!" Piper threw a cucumber at her, making Annabeth snicker devilishly.
. . .
"I think I just died," Piper groaned, staring helplessly up at Annabeth. "Are you an angel? Is that why I've been graced with your pretty face."
Annabeth scowled. "That was awful, Piper. Come on. We have one most set."
Morning workouts were Annabeth's favorite part of the week. They were only on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, but she loved it. It definitely was better than waking up and jumping straight into the water. Now, they got a food break and were fully awake before laps started.
Everyone else seemed to hate it.
Annabeth understood their second main issue with workouts. They shared them with the men's swim team, which would be fine, except they were a slightly larger team and tended to take over the weights sometimes. They happened to be slightly cocky bastards at times.
So it didn't surprise Annabeth when she was dragging Piper over to the last open Prowler sled. They both turned to put weight on it, but when they turned back around, Percy and Jason were at it, debating over what weight to use.
"Hey, we're on it," Annabeth said, still slightly winded from their last push.
"Oh, sorry-," Jason began, but Percy elbowed him, stepping around the blonde to stand before Annabeth.
"We haven't even got our first set in," Percy whined, blinking those glossy eyes at her. "You look tired still. Why don't we do one set and then you can have it after?"
It sounded reasonable before Annabeth realized what he was doing. "Because we were here first."
Percy stepped forward, hand twirling a piece of hair between his fingers. His scent, which should have been disgusting, made her head spin. "Babe-,"
She raised a finger and jabbed it into his chest. "That is not for outside of sex and you know that," she said, just to have an upper hand on him, even if that word made her entire body flush with heat to the point that she almost felt dizzy. "It's not our fault you two are slow. This is our last set. Think of it as a gift. You get to watch our asses in the air."
It took a few seconds of processing, but then a smirk fell onto his lips. "Alright, fine. As long as I get to stretch you out."
"What about Piper?" Annabeth retorted instantly. She was shocked he was even asking. Normally, for stretching, the teams stuck to their own. It was mainly because the guys turned it into something sexual.
"Jason can stretch her out," Percy shrugged.
"Why?"
"That's the deal, sweetheart," he flexed his shoulders. The fact that the sweat stains on the front of his shirt were turning her on pissed her off. His hair sticking to his face really shouldn't have been hot..
"Fine. Whatever."
"Wow. Didn't think that'd work. Really just auctioning off your friend like that?" Percy raised an eyebrow.
Huffing at having to do extra work, she called over her shoulder without looking at Piper, already knowing exactly what her reaction would be. "Hey, Pipes, Percy's gonna stretch me out today."
"Okay," she chirped. "Jason, need a stretching partner?"
Eyes widening, he didn't even glance in Percy's direction before nodding his head in an only slightly composed manner. Percy's head whipped around with glee. "Perfect."
"I'll be waiting," she said hotly as bent over and began sprinting with the weight sled. It was exhausting, and she felt Percy's eyes on her ass the whole time. When she made it back, her legs gave out and she collapsed on the floor as Piper took the sled. Somehow, she found enough energy to roll to her back. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Percy standing over her.
"That was hot," he said, extending a hand. With a sneer, Annabeth took it, hoping her cheeks didn't expose how much his comment affected her. Without another word, she made her way toward the water and watched as Percy effortlessly took the sled from Piper and sprinted down and back. Sweat rolled off his muscles, making them pop even more than usual. She didn't even bother trying to tear her eyes away, but then again, neither did any of the other girls watching.
"That should be illegal," swooned Drew. "I still can't decide who's the hottest on the team, though."
Annabeth nodded distantly. "Excuse me, have you seenJason?" Piper muttered as she nearly choked on her water.
"Yeah," Lacy interjected, "but Percy's also the best swimmer. It definitely makes him hotter."
"Does it, though?" Annabeth scoffed. "He may be good, but it's obnoxious."
Piper looked at her weirdly. "It's not like he's cocky like Luke is."
"That's true," she picked at her nails, trying to ignore the way Drew and Lacy worked their way through the team, debating who had the best legs and jaw line and such. It got on her nerves.
"Hair might have to go to Percy."
Good. They're not blind then.
"I'd give eyes to Leo. They're like deep pools of chocolate, even if he's annoying as fuck."
What about Percy's stunningly green gems?
"Abs definitely goes to Beckendorf."
Again. Percy. Have they seen him shirtless?
It was these thoughts that just immediately bounced into her head that got on her nerves. It wasn't her fault she found Percy incomparably more attractive than anyone else on the team. She knew it might have been because he fucked her brains into oblivion a couple times, but still. His butt was like a peach, and maybe Jason's legs rivaled his but barely.
She hated herself for thinking such things, even though her thoughts didn't matter. She just felt like Percy didn't need extra ego boosting, even if he didn't realize she was doing it.
The strength coaches called for stretching, and the girls finally dispersed. Percy jogged over with that crooked smile he wore constantly, most commonly before sex. "You should be exhausted after Prowlers, not grinning like an idiot."
He shrugged as she lied on the ground, lifting one leg in the air for him to grab and shove as far down as possible. Soon, his face was inches from hers with only her leg separating them. "Flexible. I like it."
She rolled her eyes.
"Have you seen the Ted Bundy documentaries?"
Annabeth snorted through her labored breathing. "No."
"Good," he nodded. "Want to watch it with me?"
Normally, Annabeth would definitely be down for watching that. She'd been eying that show since it came on Netflix, but she hadn't had the time recently. She really didn't, but she had more hesitations than that. "Is this just a ploy to get me to fuck? I like the creativity, Jackson, but it's not necessary."
Percy faltered momentarily as he switched her legs. The burn in this one was worse. She wondered if he was purposefully pushing her weaker side further. "Saw right through me, sweetheart," he said with that smile and wink that always made her flush. This time was no different, though it was accompanied with minor annoyance.
"You're easy to read," she confessed.
"Am I?" he questioned dubiously, and the idea of him withholding any secrets from her made her laugh. "Come over whenever tonight."
And that was how she found herself outside his door at midnight that night. He opened the door in sweats and a t-shirt, face full of surprise. "Oh. I didn't think you were coming."
Annabeth frowned. "Why? I said I would."
"I know," he admitted. "It's just late."
"I once came over at two in the morning," Annabeth reminded him. He snorted, running a hand through his hair. "We have time for a round. Maybe two, actually."
"Right," he stepped aside, voice a little more unsure of himself than normal. She peered at him curiously as they made their way to his room. He seemed off tonight. Annabeth put her things on a chair and found Percy lying lazily on the bed, eyes following her every movement. "Have you done any of that 'research?'"
Blushing, Annabeth crawled on the bed, situating herself directly on his lap, legs sprawled on either side of his hips. She wanted that shirt off. "My research consisted of talking about it to Piper. She'd never experienced anything like that."
Percy's eyes lit up. "Oh! Jason's at your and Piper's place right now, actually. We could go on the couch if you wanted."
Annabeth frowned. "Nah. I like being able to mentally tap out somewhere comfortable," she snorted.
Again, Percy seemed to be taken off guard. Then, he snapped back into it. "Oh, right. So I did some 'research' online-"
"I don't know why you need the quotations. That's what research is," she pointed out.
"-and I think it's called a subspace. Or maybe on the verge of it, or something. It normally happens with BD/SM shit, but that's the closest thing I can think of. Because you totally check out." Percy said, fingers curling with desire.
"I don't really get what you just said, mainly because I'm still in awe that you researched this," she giggled, breath hitching as Percy ran his hands down her sides. "But whatever it is, I like it."
His lips twitched upward. "Can I try something, then?"
"What?"
"Do you trust me?" Percy asked, hands settling on her hips with a tight grasp. She thought about it for a moment and found she had no hesitations in nodding. There were few people she'd be willing to put her life in the hands of, but Percy was one of them. Possibly the only one. "Good. I'm going to be a little more aggressive with you, okay? Maybe tie you up?"
Oh gods. He's trying to fuck me to death.
Percy started laughing, hands pinching her side with glee. Only then did she realize she'd spoken that out loud. "Maybe, babe. Is that a yes?"
"Yes," she breathed, falling forward to press her lips against his. Percy kissed her back eagerly, hands falling onto her ass. "Want me to call you 'daddy?'"
She'd meant it more as a joke, but then Percy groaned, biting her lip in the process as he nodded eagerly.
"Okay. Grab some ties then, Daddy."
A/N: Sooooo? I haven't done a longer story for Percabeth yet, so please let me know what you think! Leave me some love and feedback so I can improve please, and then I'll update! I'd love to see around 3 reviews? I just love knowing people are reading these stories.
What do you all think so far?