Start with the basics

"Miller, I told you to stop moping around and do some work!"

Trevor smirked as he walked over to Annabeth.

She glared at him more viciously than ever, enraged by how this lazy nobody could be so confident with his procrastination.

"Have you even finsihed organizing—"

Slap!

Trevor cut off Annabeth's sentence by slapping her across the face, an act normally would be impossible to begin with.

Even if someone dared to pull it off, they would be retaliated by a flurry of wrestling/Judo techniques that would put them in the infirmary for weeks.

To Trevor's delight, however, when Annabeth snapped her head back, she didn't look angry.

"—I, um..."

On the contrary, Annabeth looked confused and nervously apologetic, because it was "Normal" for Trevor to work as slow as he wanted to, as much as it was normal for him to slap her for nagging him to go faster.

"What were you saying, Annabeth?" Trevor asked, grinning from ear to ear, unable to contain his glee.

"I, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you..." Annabeth mumbled, still wondering what made her so angry a few seconds ago.

Slap!

Trevor slapped Annabeth again; this time on the opposite cheek, just because he could.

Again, Annabeth didn't show any negative response, only dropping her gaze even more.

Her mind assumed that she had done something worse if she had deserved two slaps from Trevor, since everything he did was "Normal".

Trevor chuckled, his heart pounding with excitment.

The earrings really worked. He was now practically a god with reality-warping powers.

He could do whatever he want and nobody would stop him.

Trevor grabbed Annabeth by the chin and **** his lips into her's.

Annabeth didn't even flinch as Trevor stuck his tongue inside her mouth. Instead, she wrapped her arms around the son of Hermes and pulled him close, so they could kiss more properly.

Trevor grinned against Annabeth's lips as he ravaged her mouth, making sure he marked everywhere inside with his saliva.

By the time he pulled away, they were both panting deeply. A silver line of saliva connected their lips, which drooped onto Annabeth's orange T-shirt.

"Can we return to the chore?" Annabeth asked.

Trevor ignored her question, grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head.

A pair of simple grey sports bra was underneath the shirt, which wasn't a sexy underwear by a long shot. Trevor didn't hesitate to pull that off as well.

Trevor stared with hunger as the pair of breasts jiggled free, and he immediately grabbed each side with his hands.

"Ah, ooh..."

Annabeth let out small moans as her breasts were roughly groped.

She never had such an experience before, not even with Percy—a few kisses were how far as they had went.

The moans encouraged Trevor to go even further. He lowered his head to the left side and took in the perky nipple in his mouth.

Trevor sucked and rolled the right nipple while pinching and tweaking the other.

"Oh gods, Trevor..."

Annabeth threw her head back and moaned louder.

Her body shivered from the constant wave of pleasure from her boobs, and she guided Trevor's head closer to her chest.

Soon after, Trevor let go of Annabeth's breasts with a small 'Pop!'.

He was pleased to see that the areola on her right breast was swollen and red, accompanied with plenty of bite marks.

Thinking thay Trevor was done playing with her body, Annabeth tried to stand up with shaking legs to return to tidying the attic.

However, before she could take a step, Trevor grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly pulled her into his arms.

Annabeth yelped from the pain, only to get her mouth grabbed by Trevor.

"You're a bad girl, Chase," Trevor growled into her ear, "I need to punish you some more."

He took a seat on an old chair and thrust Annabeth over his lap.

Annabeth stayed still, patiently waiting for Trevor to punish her. Again, it was completely normal for him to demand punishment form her.