"stop squirming!"

percy laughs in the midsts of your pulls on his hair, fisting them and pulling out tiny strands. "I can't, you're injuring me!"

"good!"

you take a portion of his hair on the back of his head and shove his face into the pillow. his voice is muffled from the blue pillow, protesting that you give him mercy. you don't.

percy's hands reach out to grab your wrists to prevent you from suffocating him, however in your dominant position straddling him, forcefully pushing his pretty face into the pillow it's not very simple.

but he manages to, at the very least, lift his head from its suffocating pose, ignoring your hands gripping his raven hair tightly.

"you're gonna kill me, sweet girl!" and despite all that, a smile remains painting both of your expressions.