Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

121. F*ck, That Was Great

A/N: welcome back to my shitshow!!! I missed everyone! So glad to be back at it. enjoy!! —Lex Feldz :) (not beta read)

"Fuck, that was great." Percy rolled out from under her and tossed the condom in the garbage before going to shower.

Annabeth was left in their bed, leaking their fluids, feeling more empty each time they had sex. Because can she even rightfully call it making love at this point? She doesn't feel loved nor think Percy sees it as an intimate moment between them anymore.

When Percy came back out, a towel wrapped around his waist, he seemed caught off guard by the fact that she hadn't attempted to move.

"You good, Beth, did being on the top take too much out of you? Or are your legs still jelly from coming?" He chuckled as he dressed.

"I'm— I'm okay." She stuttered through her lie.

"Great, I'm gonna go meet up with G-Man, now.." his voice trailed as he checked his phone. "Shit— I'm actually like fifteen minutes late already, I'll see you later, Beth." Percy grabbed his board and ran out the door.

After about ten minutes alone, thinking about his absence, Annabeth eventually helped herself out of bed and into the shower. She tried to scrub away the feeling of Percy slipping through her fingers as she washed away the sheen of sweat and fluids.

She changed the sheets like always, despite Percy never saying anything about it. Like for all he could care, and she's assuming here, that he could sleep in their dirty sheets until they either fall off the bed or rip and maybe she should. Perhaps she should just leave and see if he even cares.

But she doesn't; she throws the sheets in the wash and puts a fresh set on the bed.

When she's on the couch, watching a show, he returns and drops his board in the front hallway, where he leaves his shoes.

"Hey, Beth." He yawns, plopping down a foot away from her on the couch.

"How was Grover?" She asks, not daring a glance in his direction, knowing that if she does, all she'll want is to ride him in his sweaty glory.

"He's good, Juniper's good...." Percy's voice trailed off as he was distracted by something on his phone.

"Are they almost done with the wedding preparations?

"Yeah, Juniper seems a bit nervous about the seating arrangements but Grover keeps trying to assure her that his Uncle Ferdinand won't get as drunk as she thinks he will."

"Funny." Annabeth picked at a bead on the couch.

"You good, Beth?" Percy curled an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah." She sighed. "Just— tired? I guess." Annabeth shrugged.

"Maybe I should be on top more often, if it's wearing you out this much." He poked her with his socked foot, smiling.

"I should probably go finish my report." She sighed and stood up.

"So I can have the TV?"

"All yours, but can you not have it too loud?"

"Yeah, sure thing." He didn't take another look at her and grabbed the remote, putting on some adult cartoon.

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Annabeth sighed, rubbing her temples, she'd already asked Percy to lower the TV two times, and every fifteen minutes, it seemed to magically be back at full volume with screaming characters with unnecessary sound effects and stupid dialogue that was nothing but ignorance and being wild for the sake of making up for the lack of content.