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he’d place the occasional squeeze – flirtatious, shit-eating grin painting his lips as he complimented her pretty face. On softer nights, his warm thumb would caress her thigh in rhythmic, up and down motions that almost lulled her to sleep.

tonight was the pair’s anniversary, leo phoned her earlier that day saying he would he pick her up promptly at eight and to wear that short, little dress that drove him crazy. she’s now sitting in the passenger’s seat of his pickup truck, glancing at him every now and then and admiring the soft glow of the dashboard buttons against his features.  

visually, she traced a curl from the crown of his head, eyes trailing down the profile of his nose and the curvature of his lips. although she complained when she saw the initial ruins of the car, y/n was secretly grateful that leo was able to fix it up himself and use it to drive himself to her during the nonsummer time of the year – going months without seeing her boyfriend was unbearable, especially when their time together was spent with her under him and him kissing her so feverishly. 

a thought creeped into her head, the last time she had seen leo, before departing for the summer, he made sure to satisfy her in every way possible – they had spent the day in several different positions, kisses placed on every inch of her body, and leo going down on her for what felt like hours. 

oh gods, she thought, her thighs clenching together ever so slightly. leo, being the most observant when around her, of course noticed her body flex. he responded by squeezing the skin of her inner thigh, mouth contorting into that smirk she knew so well. 

“what’s got you so worked up?” he asks her, “you’ve been quiet this entire ride.” 

that was true, y/n had been so horny the days leading up to their meeting – it had been a few weeks before leo found the time to make the drive to where she was staying. as soon as she opened the door to his car, she was greeted by leo’s natural musky scent and her knees almost locked. it, also, didn’t help her case to see the curly hair she loved so much styled so that only a hair or two fell onto his forehead – not the usual messy curls that fell onto his eyes. he was wearing a black button up tucked into a pair of slacks that she didn’t even know he owned. 

so yeah, y/n was doomed for the night as soon as she climbed into the passenger’s seat of his car. 

“nothing,” she mumbles. her fingers close around leo’s wrist, holding his hand in place. teasingly, his nimble fingers angle themselves upwards – so dangerously close to her needy cunt. y/n lays her head against the shoulder of the seat, her knees naturally shifting towards leo. 

“is that so, pretty girl?” he asks tauntingly, “because your pussy is telling me otherwise.” 

leo could feel himself straining against his slacks – buttons almost popping at his eagerness to be sheathed inside of her. he rubs the tip of his fingers against her folds, hearing y/n exhale in satisfaction. 

“don’t tease me, lee," she pleads, looking at him through her eyelashes. that was all leo needed to hear before pulling over to a secluded lip on the road – luckily they were traveling out of her city, taking the backroads in case a monster were to track them, minimizing civilian death. 

“alright, baby,” he says softly. in total honesty, leo didn’t feel like teasing her either. he had gone far too long without having fucked her. he missed the way she felt around him, the way her pussy would contract around his dick before painting him in that silky, white liquid. 

leo’s hand moved from her thigh to her cheek, finding its place on her jawline – y/n internally groaned at the loss of warmth, her throbbing heat wishing that he’d satisfy her. leo guided her to look at him, brown eyes meeting hers. she loved when he looked at her like this – full of love and lust, desire and passion – absolute, filthy need. 

the same hand on her face, now moved to cup her chin, fingers on either side of her cheeks. he gave her face a condescending pinch. Y/n reeling into his touch – oh how badly, she wanted to kiss him. 

he kissed her, finally, lips parting slightly to let his tongue slip past the barrier of their lips. y/n felt her back arch as leo’s hands trailed down her back and to her ass where he placed a quick squeeze. 

breaking from the kiss, he whispered into her ear, “get in the back, amor.” 

obliging, knowing how badly she wanted to be filled by her boyfriend, she climbed eagerly into the back seat. ass in the air, as she perched on the center console, to which leo placed a gentle blow and had y/n releasing a soft moan. he followed after her, sitting in the middle seat, legs spread wide with the tent in his pants on full display. 

y/n took her seat on his lap – feeling immediate relief as she grinded her clothed heat against him. leo’s dick rubbing her clit through his pants and her hands gripping onto his curls. he places a firm hand on her hip and the other on her ass, lips vibrating against hers as he moans into her mouth. it was satisfying, the way they two just molded into each other. 

“you gonna ride it?” leo whispers breathlessly, the corner of his lips turned upwards. y/n, knowing full and well that that was her intention, nods and places a quick peck to his lips. bashfully, like this was their first time, she unzips his pants and leo chuckles – knowing that she would drop this act as soon as he had her bouncing on him. 

leo hooks his index finger under the hem of her underwear, pushing it down past her dress and shifting her body momentarily to get it off her. y/n smiles at him, cheeks hot from the cars atmosphere. the windows were beginning to fog, but it didn’t really matter as leo had tinted them the darkest shade possible. 

her soft hands move to push his boxers down, leo’s dick springing up deliciously. y/n’s hand works his member, pumping him up and down until she felt him twitch – there was no way that he was going to cum without being inside of her, so he takes a hold of her wrist. 

neck craning to look up at her, he commands, “come on, pretty girl, ride it.” 

And she didn’t need to be told twice, the hand that had him reeling in pleasure was now leading his hard cock into her slick heat – teasing him against the folds of her vagina, then pushing his dripping dick into her. they both moaned, finally connected in the way they craved. heads leaning back, leo’s grip on her hips doesn’t loosen, but one hand moves back to her ass – squeezing her like it was his lifeline, and she might as well have been with the power she held over him. 

the car began to move with each bounce, sighs and groans echoing in the confined space. leo, pulling the neckline of her dress down, placed a kiss to her breasts – admiring the portrait of his girlfriend being painted right on top of him. her hair falling against her face in just the right way, the sheen layer of sweat that covered her body – the car was already warm but with leo’s heat and their activities, it was burning. Through hooded eyes, he brought their lips together once more. her sounds vibrated against him – their tongues dancing together. 

adding a thumb to her clit, building up the knot she could feel brewing in her stomach, he found her tightening around him – knowing that she was about to climax and he wanted all of what she had to give soaking his dick. 

“leo,” she moaned, hands gripping onto his shoulders, “i’m gonna. . .” she trailed off, eyes closed in pure ecstasy. 

“i know, baby,” he rasps out, “come.” 

his thumb on her clit speeding up, as well as his thrusts up into her – he feels her walls give him one final squeeze and that was enough to have him cumming inside of her. he holds her in place as his dick fills her up, not wanting to lose the heat of her just yet. 

catching her breath, she sets her forehead against leo’s – chest heaving and legs shaking from the exercise. she giggles against him, and he smiles back at her, kissing her lovingly and placing fleeting pecks on her lips as they pull apart. 

The letter grade read B with a comment from her Intro to Roman Lit professor detailing: Good, but not your best work, Annabeth. 

She had spent all night on that paper, up in the library, reading and researching about a subject she had no interest in. To make matters worse, Annabeth’s professor had revealed, early into the lecture, that only one person per section received an A-letter grade. Believing that it was her, Annabeth resumed class as normal – overly participatory and correct on a level that was intimidating. 

That was to everyone, but y/n. It frustrated Annabeth, who typically was the only one with a hand raised, to have someone that matched her degree of academic rigour. For every answer that she got correct, y/n had a corresponding one. 

Truthfully, the girl was brilliant, but in Annabeth’s mind, there was only room for one high achiever and it had to be her. 

“Don’t like your grade, Annabeth?” y/n asked, slightly haughty in tone. She was holding her research paper, proudly flipped, so that the front was facing the daughter of Athena – revealing the big, shiny letter A. “Maybe she’ll let you resubmit.” 

This banter had been going on between the two for as long as the semester had been running. In the beginning, y/n had thought of Annabeth as serious competition being that, in her world, she was always the top student of any cohort. After a while, however, it became fun; playful on y/n’s end, her interactions with Annabeth became something she looked forward to. 

Annabeth’s grey eyes rolling to the side, she shook her head. 

“I don’t need to resubmit,” she responded, “Our professor very much made a mistake.”

“If that’s what you need to tell yourself,” y/n snickers, her speech fading as she walks out of the lecture hall. Oh, how Annabeth was going to show her. Roman lit may not have been her strongest subject, her letter grade clearly reflecting her interest in the class, but she was no stranger to battle strategy and y/n was going to accept defeat in one way or another. 

–

Their next meeting was brief, but enough to irritate Annabeth to no end. In the library, studying the rows and columns of countless textbooks, she freezes in place when she hears a familiar voice – y/n’s voice, getting louder behind the shelf she was facing. 

Not surprised, Annabeth thinks to herself, gods, the whole library could hear her. 

She was partially correct, y/n was being loud, but Annabeth possessed a sort of subconscious attentiveness towards the girl – she was especially in tune with the sound of her voice, and how it made her chest tighten in the uneasy way she reserved for battle. 

And to her luck, Annabeth locks eyes with the girl she was just thinking about. She can tell that y/n is smirking without seeing the entirety of her face – it was the mischievousness that sparkled in her eyes, knowing that she was up to no good. 

Straight faced, Annabeth placed her fingers on the spine of the book that barricaded their faces – jutting it slightly forward, so that it bumped into y/n’s nose. In pure confusion, the girl’s eyelids squeezed together. 

“What is your–” she exclaims, bringing her fingers to her nose, rubbing it against the impacted area. However, when she looked back in Annabeth’s direction, the blonde was nowhere to be found. 

Did Annabeth just. . . ? Could she report her for that? Would y/n report her for that? 

–

“And for today’s reading. . .” their professor spoke into the crowded lecture hall, “it will be done in pairs. There is far too much text to be covered by one person.” 

Annabeth internally groaned, fingers flexing under the desk – she detested group work, previous partners only ever slowed her down. In the crowd, y/n raised her hand, making Annabeth want to groan again at the irritable sight of her rival having something to say. Their professor made a nod at the girl, signaling for her to speak. 

“Do we get to pick our partners?”

Their professor thought for a second, as if considering either option. She nodded a yes before the class dispersed into a rowdy bunch, students rushing across the hall to get to their friends. 

Annabeth scanned her surroundings, her peers already partnering up, leaving her stranded in a sea of two students per desk. She turned around, hoping someone behind her was missing a partner. When she couldn't find any lonely student, she glanced in every other direction possible for someone to work with. But to no avail was there an available person, that is other than y/n. 

Please don’t walk this way, Annabeth pleads mentally, Maybe she’ll let me work– 

“Hey,” y/n interrupts her internal conflict, placing her bag on the ground, leaning against the desk. 

Annabeth smiles half-heartedly, “Hi.” 

“I’m not happy about this either, but there's no way all of this reading could be done by one person,” y/n admits. Her fingers shuffle through the thick stack of papers, finding the chapters she bookmarked. 

“I’ve already read half of it,” Annabeth responds, not looking at the girl but rather at her textbook set in front of her. 

Y/n, glancing at the avoidant Annabeth, lets a soft smile overtake her face. As much as she liked their banter – hopeful that the blonde agreed on the playful nature between the two – part of her wanted to get to know Annabeth. Besides being in the same residence hall, and knowing about the split between her and her long term boyfriend, y/n knew nothing about her other than she liked to answer every question imaginable. 

Adding to her curiosity, y/n felt a butterfly or two be released into her stomach whenever the two were in close proximity. What the nerves were from, she could not quite tell, but it was different from any anxiety she had ever felt before– these nerves were exciting, enticing her to dig a little deeper. 

“Of course you have,” she says through her smile. Annabeth huffs out in annoyance, making y/n’s eyebrows furrow. “Well, if you know so much, could you bring me up to speed?” 

“It was pretty straight forward,” she explains. Annabeth felt something inside her soften, part of herself feeling proud at the fact that she had some academic advantage over y/n. At this, she finally turns to face the girl she detested so much. Y/n meeting her with a soft smile etched onto her face, even after Annabeth replied with such hostility. 

Normally, Annabeth would have scared off any other demigod – most were afraid to argue with Athena’s children. Y/n hadn’t run though, if anything, their constant opposition motivated the girl more. 

“I’m going to need a little bit more information,” y/n inquired, almost laughing at Annabeth’s stubbornness. 

“Okay.” 

And, so, Annabeth spent the rest of the lecture explaining to y/n what she had read the night before. Y/n felt herself becoming distracted, admiring the pure intelligence that spilled from Annabeth’s lips. That had always been her type, after all. 

– 

With a hand to her forehead, pencil in hand, and hunched over a desk, Annabeth was becoming increasingly frustrated. She just could not focus, even after the walk she had taken to clear her mind. 

The architecture problems were just not solving themselves, nothing was clicking when the only solution Annabeth could think of was y/n. She had felt something inside of her shift when she noticed how attentive the latter was when listening to her ramble about the readings. She did not have to ask, are you paying attention? Instead, the girl was asking her questions, even to topics she thought y/n was already well versed in. 

It just didn’t make sense, when last week y/n had so much to say about Annabeth’s comments in class. Could it be that she has finally come to her senses? Of course, Annabeth was the top of the class. But, no, she knew better than that. y/n was just playing the long game, she wanted access to Annabeth’s thoughts so that she could take them as her own later. 

Just then, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Shocked at the intrusion of her peace, the grip she held on her pencil tightened, as she turned to point it accusingly at the person who tapped her. 

“Woah,” y/n said, taking a step back. “Relax, it’s just me.” 

Annabeth lets out the breath she was holding, lowering her makeshift weapon to her lap. 

“Can I help you?” She asks. 

“Actually, you can. I need more tutoring,” Her rival responds, rather playfully. 

This was beginning to solidify the idea that Annabeth had been brewing in her head, y/n had an ulterior motive. 

“Why?” Annabeth huffs, “So you can steal my ideas.”

Y/n puts her hands up defensively, shrugging her shoulders. “Where did you get that from?” She exclaims, whisper-shouting as they were in a secluded part of the library. 

“You’re the only person in class who challenges me, why are you coming to me for help all of a sudden?”

At this, y/n cracks a smile almost laughing. As smart as she was, Annabeth didn’t seem to catch that any ulterior motive she had was to get closer to the girl – to get to know her, and eventually, ask her out. 

“Not everything is something you have to defeat, Annabeth.” Y/n answers, placing both hands on her hips. “I think the way you explain things to me, it's. . . well, cute.” 

The apple of Annabeth’s cheeks heat up, her pale skin turning a pretty pink. She shakes her head side-to-side, her blond curls momentarily shielding her from the girl. Reconnecting with y/n’s eyes, her blush had disappeared. However, a smile was ghosting her lips – this was refreshing, and Annabeth’s pride was flattered.