Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

Kickstart My Heart 3

By Scrxbbler on ao3

Carnivorous eyes scan his body. Silk hands run up his thighs, under his shorts. He squirms at the touch, already waiting for her. Nail meets skin and presses in just enough to pinch. Percy reacts, bucks and thrusts. It feels good, so very good. Annabeth is quiet, taking her time memorizing every taut muscle as her hands continue up his thighs to his waist. Pause there, waiting. "Annabeth-" He's distraught.

"I want to savor this." Her voice is rich like caramel, hoarse as though she can barely form any thoughts.

She slowly brings her hands back out, ghosting them over his shorts until her fingers are just above the waistband of his shorts. "I could totally leave you like this."

God. She's fucking teasing him right now. She's teasing him when his cock is the most rigid it's ever been, when he's about to fucking explode like a firework on the Fourth of July. He can't handle this, can't handle her looking beautiful, about to have her wicked way with him. She's smiling, full lips turned upwards at the corner as she watches him slowly come apart in her hands. She's enjoying it, dragging this out with him. He wants to groan, wants to whine and tell her to shut the fuck up and get on with it already. For now, though, he waits. Call him curious, call him a masochist, but he wants to see where this goes.

"Is that really what you want?" He can't even recognize his own voice. Throaty and distorted. Satiated and wanting.

"No, I think it would be inappropriate to say what I want out loud." She runs the palm of her hand over his increasingly resilient bulge. Goosebumps up and down his arms.

"Your hand is on my dick and you're worried about being inappropriate," he replies blandly.

"Why, Perseus, you're much too crude!"

"Shut up and-" She grabs, and he thrusts awkwardly, his boxer briefs constricting.

"I could do so much, but we agreed on hands, right?" she teases. Her hand starts a steading up and down repetition, unused hand slowly pulling down his shorts and underwear centimeter by centimeter.

She increases the pace, hand moving just a bit faster now. He grips the comforter, not sure where to put his hands. She doesn't even have his cock in her hands yet and he's like putty around her. It's a bit ridiculous. He likes it, though, really really likes it. The theory is confirmed right then and there. Percy definitely is a masochist.

"Hands," he mumbles in agreement.

"Hands," she replies softly.

Percy forces his eyes to look back down to her. An erotic goddess in every sense of the word. Her hair is disheveled, falling around her like some sort of veil and she stares at his bulge. He would be insecure if she didn't seem to enjoy it so much. Enjoy him so much.

Her fingers go below his waistband, and she lowers her face just a bit more. He doesn't know what she's doing. They agreed on hands, and he's physically unsure if he can handle a blowjob right now. He won't last ten seconds. She looks up at him, all knowing smirk and hungry eyes. Fuck he wants this so much.

With a sudden gust of wind, his shorts are below his ass. His cock is free, bouncing upwards and enjoying the freedom. She moves her face closer. The underside of his painfully rigid shaft makes contact with her cheek, and he almost comes right there. Her cheek rubs against him, her smirk now a full blown smile. Barely grey eyes rove over him, "Good for you, Jackson."

"Fucking hell, Annabeth," He's starting to get annoyed, "Please just-"

Her hand grabs him, a shock running up and down his body. Breathing new life into him. His back arches, he moves up to grab her. It's ridiculous what she's doing to him. She's a Siren, he's a wayward sailor. The thought of him not making it through this genuinely runs through his mind while he can still barely form a thought.