Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

For Her Sake

(Aw, this is one that I posted right before the original got taken down! Memories, guys!) By Byima on ao3 🥲 "Can't pull from our guys. We get too many EMS calls. We wouldn't be able to keep up."

Annabeth slid into the captain's office in time to catch Percy shaking his head, irritation as clear in his voice as the New York accent he refused to lose.

She carefully shut the door behind her, then gingerly approached his desk until their eyes met. Annabeth relaxed when he uncrossed his arms and picked up the receiver to take the caller off of speakerphone.

"Bad time?" She mouthed, and when he shook his head no, she kicked off her heels and crossed the remaining way to his desk.

"Well, then we'd be fucked- Excuse my language Ruby, but you know how it gets over here, the chief knows it too." Percy watched Annabeth drop her keys and a food baggie onto the one empty corner of his desk before unceremoniously pushing papers out of the way to take a seat herself. "That's why we staff the way we do," he finished.

Annabeth settled in place and observed him go back and forth on the phone with Ruby- she knew Ruby. Ruby worked clerical in the local state office. Ruby was a miserable twat. Ruby did not like her husband and had been nothing but a boil on his ass ever since he took the fire captain position.

"I'm not gonna get steamrolled here. Or have City complaining because our response times are increasing."

Good for him, she thought, tugging at the hem of her skirt while she adjusted her seat. Percy could be too accommodating sometimes, causing himself grief trying to solve everyone else's problems. But they've worked on this for years, him being better about saying no, even if it forced someone to scramble for a different solution. This firmness from him made her proud.

Also. It made her horny, go figure. But he knew it. Maybe he'd be less insistent with Ruby if she hadn't walked into his office. Maybe he was doing this for her sake.

That was what she told herself when she came off of the desk and lowered herself between his thighs. He widened them without protest, eyes following her with interest. Mm. Definitely for her sake.

Two light passes of her hand over the bulge in his slacks and he was lowering one hand to help her with his belt. His lashes were beginning to drop, lip between his teeth as he watched her make quick work of his button and zipper.

"That's the best I can offer." His voice had some gravel to it. He spread his legs a little wider.

Her hands found him still soft in his boxer briefs, and she gave him a couple short tugs before she moved the elastic band out of the way and brought him out fully.

Through the phone, Annabeth could hear Ruby's high, grating voice say something about "need two, one of your team at minimum to temporarily transfer to Station 8, no other option..."

His groan began out of frustration, then it changed into something hungrier when she took him into her mouth. He moved the receiver away from his mouth and his free hand hovered in the air, almost uncertain, gaze rapt and unwavering as she quickly worked him to half-mast.

His face said, take it easy on me, but when his hand lowered to her hair it was firm, urging her closer.

Ruby abruptly asked him to wait one moment, and soon as the hold music came on he was talking.

"You're so fucking naughty-"

"Is that a problem?"

"Yes." Then he braced his feet on the floor and guided her head to take him deeper.

She added her hands. They found a rhythm. He encouraged her with little noises of approval, unbuttoning her blouse and tugging one bra cup down so he could pinch her nipple and play with the weight of her breast.