Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

The Roommate Agreement 5

Chapter 5: Home
The taxi ride back from the airport was excruciating for Annabeth. She, however, pointedly ignored the fact that she wanted to get back to the apartment as soon as possible. If she allowed herself to think about why it was that she wanted to go back, she'd find herself thinking troublesome thoughts that she didn't want to bother with. Still, she pressed her head against the cold glass and placed her hand underneath her jaw as she watched the powdery snow fall from the sky.
The new semester was going to start in less than a week, and she realized with a jolt that she was almost a junior now. Half her college experience was almost over. She was going to turn twenty, holy shit. The thought of being an adult and being completely responsible made her nervous. Even for someone as self-assured and independent as her, Annabeth couldn't help but wish she was younger so that life could be a little less complicated. It was funny, she mused. She spent her entire youth furious that she wasn't older and more independent, but now that she was she was starting to miss it.
When the taxi stopped in front of the apartment, she hastily paid the cab driver before carrying her luggage into the lobby. She pressed the elevator button about a thousand times before it finally came down and let her in. As she rode the elevator up, she felt her heart racing, like she was about to audition for something. She did her best to ignore these feelings and all but raced to the door with her keys in hand. When she finally shimmied the lock open and stepped in with her luggage to see Percy sitting on the living room sofa with a book in hand, a warmth spread through her stomach.
Yes, this is home. The thought made her blink, and Percy looked up at her with a smile. Meeting his eyes unfroze her and she put her jacket away and kicked her shoes off before dragging the luggage into the kitchen so she could grab a glass of water.
"Welcome home, roomie," Percy said casually, taking a sip of his coffee as he looked down at his book again.
Annabeth almost choked on her water. Welcome home. Had he really said that? When she felt it was safe, she chugged the rest of her water and turned back to him.
"It's good to be back," she said, not thinking.
Percy looked up with a surprised smile. "Huh, I was expecting you to say something a little more vitriolic to me, but this is nice. The holidays have made you nicer," he said.
"Literally eat dog shit."
His laugh filled the room, and it made her cheeks prickle as blood rushed into her face. "There she is!" he joked.
"You're the absolute worst, you know that?" she asked, walking to her room with her luggage. She put her suitcase by her bed when she heard him answer from the living room.
"I'm aware," he said.
Annabeth smiled to herself in the privacy of her room without Percy's eyes on her. When a little twinge of irritation popped up, she, for once, repressed it. It was okay to be happy to see him. It was okay. It was okay.
When she turned around, Percy was standing in her doorway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. A snarky remark rose to the tip of her tongue, but Annabeth held off when she saw the fondness in his eyes as he looked at her. It was probably the first time in her entire life that she'd seen someone that looked happy to see that she was home again, she realized.
"Hey, everything okay? You seem off," he said.
Annabeth opened her mouth to dismiss his statement, but the words stayed lodged in her throat, refusing to come out. She bit her lip and stared past him as she tried to think about what to say to him.
"Going back home isn't as cut out as it's meant to be," she said, shrugging in a way that she hoped seemed nonchalant.
"Problems with the family?"
Annabeth didn't grace him with a response, but Percy just nodded in response before rubbing the back of his neck. "It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it. I mean, it goes without saying, but I'm here if you ever need someone to talk to and stuff," he said, his cheeks turning a gentle shade of pink.
Annabeth found herself at a loss for words, but she know for certain that she was grateful. Before she could think too much, Percy spoke up again.
"Oh, mom wants you to come over to have dinner tonight, so yeah. It should be fun. She's a really good cook, and she keeps asking about you and stuff. If you want to join us and stuff that would be great," he said.
"Yes," Annabeth said immediately. "Yes, I'd love to."
Percy's face lit up and a goofy smile crossed his lip. "Really? Awesome, I'll let her know. She'll be so excited," he said, starting towards the hallway.
"Hey, Percy," Annabeth said before he left. "Thanks."
He looked back at her and nodded before walking back into the living room. For a few seconds, Annabeth stood alone in her room with a small smile on her face. Maybe it was okay to admit that this was home. Maybe for the first time, she could say that she had a home, in the truest sense of the word. She'd found home with some stranger from her school on Facebook. It just seemed so ridiculous to her.
Annabeth grabbed something from her suitcase and wondered for a few seconds before walking back into the living room. She sat beside Percy on the sofa and when he looked over at her, she handed him the box she'd gotten from her suitcase.
"What's this?" he asked.
"Christmas present, duh," Annabeth said.
His eyes widened. "You got me a Christmas present?"
Annabeth rolled her eyes and said, "Always a tone of surprise. You must think I'm some kinda unfeeling, rage monster or something. Of course I got you a Christmas present, dumbass," she said.
He grinned and said, "Oh, thanks. Can I open it now?"
"Why'd you think I gave it to you right now?" she asked.
Percy rolled his eyes before starting to remove the wrapping paper from the gift. When he was through, he opened the box and pulled out an icy blue neck tie. He looked closely at the tie and felt the fabric in his hands, but then his eyes suddenly bulged.
"Burberry?" he asked incredulously, looking over at Annabeth with a dazed expression on his face.
When she nodded, he gave her a deer in the headlights look. "No way, I can't accept this. This is too much," he said, thrusting the tie back in her hands.
Annabeth forcefully put the tie back in his hands and said, "I'm sick of you wearing trashy ties. You're almost twenty now, so you should have a tie that's not complete horse shit. So I don't want to hear anything about it. You're stuck with this."
He slowly took the tie and held it reverently in his hands. "This has to be at least two hundred dollars, Annabeth," he whispered.
She didn't say anything until he looked back at her. "Thanks," he said softly. "I really mean it. This is amazing."
Annabeth blushed scarlet and said, "You're welcome."
For a few silent seconds, Percy held the tie up to the light and marveled at it before a devilish smirk crossed his face which made Annabeth's insides churn not unpleasantly. He looked back at her with a wicked look in his eyes.
"I was just remembering the last time you forced a tie onto me," he said.
Annabeth's eyes widened with recognition. "Oh," she said, her throat suddenly completely dry.
"What do you say? Want to give it a spin? For old time's sake?" he asked.
"It's a Burberry tie," she protested, not entirely sure why she was when she could feel how wet she'd become in only a matter of seconds after she'd seen Percy's smile.
"Only the best for you, babe," Percy said, winking for effect.
He slid over to her and Annabeth stopped him as he took her wrists in his hand. "Wait, I have to get my shirt off and stuff, and we should head to my room" she sputtered.
His eyes darkened as he nodded and they walked over to her room. Annabeth took her shirt off with trembling fingers. She could feel his eyes on him as her silver bra came into view, and his sharp intake of breath made her squirm in place. He took her wrists in his hand before tying them onto her headboard. She was completely at his mercy for once, and the anticipation was killing her.
"I'll be right back," he said suddenly, standing up and walking over to the kitchen. Annabeth watched him incredulously as she was left lying on her bed, tied to its frame, but when he came back a frisson of anticipation coursed through her.
"Last time we did this, you gagged me with your underwear," he said, holding a fresh dish towel in his hand. "It's only fair that I do the same with you."
Annabeth licked her lips as he put the towel in front of her mouth and tied it against the back of her head. He unbuckled her pants and put a finger inside her without removing them or her panties completely. Instinctively, she bucked against his finger, desperate for stimulation. Percy smiled and pulled his finger out, making a show of licking his finger, sending a wave of heat straight to her thighs.
He removed her pants and underwear before taking his own clothes off and slowly started stroking himself in front of her, which made her squirm in place. Percy grinned as he continued to stroke himself with languid strokes.
"I've been waiting for this for weeks," he said, his voice husky and hoarse. "I've had to take care of myself since you weren't here, just like this. It's funny how you get used to regular sex and how frustrating it can be when you suddenly can't have it anymore."
Annabeth knew exactly what he was talking about. She'd fingered herself to orgasm in the shower back in her father's home every single day, desperate to come back so she could fuck him again. Seeing him pleasuring himself and admitting to it right in front of her was doing nothing to help her feelings of pent up sexual frustration.
When she made a muffled moan of protest, Percy finally stopped and walked over to her, making a point not to touch her feverish skin.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he hissed.
Annabeth couldn't help but moan again in response as she nodded as best as she could - she was too horny to care about her pride right now. If Percy wanted her to beg before he fucked her then she'd do it if it meant finally breaking three weeks of abstinence.
A smirk danced across his lips before he fished a condom out of his wallet and rolled it over his length. Annabeth held her breath as he unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, exposing her hardened nipples to him. He straddled her and slowly leaned down to press a delicate kiss to one of them, making her shudder. He made eye contact with her as he lavished attention on her breasts, kissing, sucking, and pulling at her nipples. Then he kissed up the column of her neck, sucking hickeys with wanton abandon. It seemed like he was determined to kiss every inch of her skin, which only made her more desperate to have him inside her.
Finally, he positioned himself on top of her and slowly pushed into her, and they both let out groans of relief.
"Fuck," Percy hissed.
He set a slow, luxuriant pace that wouldn't make them come anytime soon, but Annabeth was fine with that. As much as every fiber of her being screamed for him to just fuck her as hard as he possibly could, this kind of slow burn sex was exactly what she needed. She circled her hips and met his thrusts as they established an easy rhythm. For all their times having sex, they hadn't really done much with vanilla missionary, but Annabeth found herself getting addicted to it. Being completely at his mercy, feeling his weight over her as he fucked her was completely different but amazing none the less.
They continued the pace for the better part of twenty minutes before his self-control started to wane and his desire took over. Percy's hips started to buck into her faster and faster, building a rapid pace that wasn't possible when she was on top. She struggled to meet him now at this faster pace, so she resigned herself to letting him do the work. When she stopped her involvement, she found that she was able to enjoy the sensations a lot more. It was more intense being able to see Percy desperately fucking her like his life depended on it without her input. She just sat back and allowed herself to enjoy the experience.
"You don't come until I say so, got it?" he panted, and Annabeth's eyes widened before she nodded in agreement.
"Good girl," he said, dropping his head to kiss her breasts.
As he settled on a blistering pace, he buried his face into the crook of her neck and snaked his arms under her, holding her desperately against his body as he focused solely on thrusting into her. Annabeth began to moan continually as she surrendered to the myriad sensations she was experiencing, and she felt an orgasm coming on and she knew he wasn't that far off either.
"Annabeth," Percy groaned. "Gonna cum, gonna cum so hard."
His words made her whimper pathetically as she braced herself for an explosive orgasm. But then she remembered his words and was determined to abide by them since he had when their roles had been reversed. She focused as much as she could on staving off her orgasm as Percy's breathing grew more erratic.
Then suddenly, he gasped, "It's okay, cum for me, Annabeth. I wanna feel you when I cum inside you."
His words triggered an explosive orgasm as she shuddered against him, almost wailing against the gag as she came hard. Seconds later, she felt Percy still on top of her as his cock twitched inside her, spurting violently four times before he collapsed completely on her. When he'd regained his breath, he undid his makeshift gag and kissed his deeply.
"You're fucking amazing," he whispered, his voice all but gone.
Annabeth grinned. "This was nice. I like you on top, and I usually hate missionary. Dominant Percy is kinda hot," she said.
Percy buried his face into the crook of her in embarrassment, which made her heart well up with affection. She could feel him smiling against her skin as he rolled out of her and peppered kisses all over her body.
"You gonna untie me?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Percy looked up at her from her belly and shook his head. "There's no way I'm gonna pass up a chance like this to explore. You're my prisoner now," he said.
"Your prisoner?" she laughed.
Percy nodded, an earnest expression on his face. "I'm gonna kiss every inch of you. To borrow from what you told me 'You haven't been punished yet.'"
Annabeth rolled her eyes before laying down and letting him do what he wanted to. True to his word he kept kissing her, but she heard him murmuring under his breath between every kiss. She strained to hear what it was that he was saying, but when she deciphered it, she blushed furiously.
"I missed you too, dumbass."