Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

So Bad But He Does It So Well 4

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Three months after they start officially dating, Percy clears out his closet for her. It speaks volumes about Annabeth's sense of romance, but she thinks it's probably the sweetest thing he's ever done for her. Much better than flowers and cute date nights. Other girls get drawers at their boyfriend's apartments; she gets a closet.

"Figured you might as well keep some of your stuff over here, officially, especially since I keep finding stuff all over the place. You've been saying I don't use the space properly, so I figured..." Percy grumbles, leaning against the closet doorway, an embarrassed flush appearing on his face at her exclamation of absolute delight when she discovers the shelves he put in for her. "Anyway, I'm tired of you getting up at the asscrack of dawn so you can get back to your place and get ready. You can do that here now."

Even though Annabeth spends the majority of her time in his apartment rather than her dorm room these days, Percy doesn't ask her to move in, officially. She's all right with that, since they're both hesitant to take that step, though the closet is a move in the right direction.

Percy, undoubtedly, has other motivations besides regaining lost sleep to have her around in the mornings. It doesn't take her long to figure out what those motivations are - not when he can't keep his hands off of her the mornings she stays over.

The first week alone, Annabeth finds herself moaning out an orgasm in the steam of the shower, Percy hot, hard, and throbbing inside her; bent over the bathroom vanity, curling iron forgotten in favor of keeping Percy's mouth pressed firmly on her clit; coming around Percy's fingers after he hikes the dress she just put on up around her hips and pushed the fabric of her panties aside. Percy just has such a thing about mussing her up and making her impeccable appearances unravel; she should've figured that would extend to interfering while she's getting dressed.

Annabeth's sure parading back and forth from her closet to the bathroom in her lingerie has done its part in motivating Percy to give her as many orgasms as humanly possible before 10 a.m. as well. Sure, she's a bit of a tease, but she loves the way his eyes track her movements from the bed, tracing the lines of her garter belt, lingering on her lace covered breasts and ass, eagerly watching her roll her stockings up her legs.

This morning, he only lets her get one sheer stocking clipped in place before drops to his knees in front of her and puts his mouth on her cunt, tongue stroking her over the lace. Her panties are soon discarded. Annabeth's knees get weaker with each pass of his tongue and pull of his lips, and she barely makes it to the edge of the bed before her back is bowing, hands fisting in his comforter as she cries out in pleasure.

"Percy," she pleads, her toes curling against his tattooed back as he works he through her orgasm. "I really, oh god, have to go this morning. I can't - ungh."

Percy works a slow finger inside her just as his mouth pulls away from her with an obscenely wet noise and he glances up at her, expression entirely too innocent for what he just did to her.

"How about one more, Annabeth?"

"No," she growls, though she doesn't really mean it. Her hips rock with the rhythm of his thrusting finger and, god, does it feel good. "Because one more always turns into two or three more, and then I'll... then I'll be late and it'll be your fault."

"You sure?" he asks, his breath warm against her heaving stomach. His finger pulls out of her, but stays close, circling the entrance to her soaking cunt, teasing her. "It really will be one more this time. Scout's honor."

She narrows her eyes at him. "I highly doubt you were a Boy Scout."

A grin lights up his face and his green eyes sparkle "Guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?"

Annabeth huffs at the challenge and then glances at the clock on the nightstand. She still has an hour and half to get to class, and it won't take her too long to finish getting ready, so long as she doesn't mess up her hair. She sits up straighter and then widens her legs.

"Fine," she says imperiously. "One more. But make it quick, Jackson, None of your teasing bulls - "

She lets a sharp gasp swallow the last word, wicked pleasure streaking through her body as Percy's mouth returns to her folds and his fingers slid inside her. Each and every one of his movements is fiercely calculated and devastatingly effective, all designed to stoke the warmth inside her into a blazing wildfire. Annabeth moans loudly when Percy's fingertips stroke over a sensitive spot inside her and, again, a moment later when his tongue dances across her clit; her hands scramble for purchase on comforter as sinks back on the bed, unable to stay upright a moment longer as he unleashes that combination on her over and over.

Her hips arch off the bed as his fingers begin to firmly thrust into her, grazing over that spot each time, and her thighs begin to tremble as he pushes her closer to the edge.

She cries out when his mouth abruptly leaves her and the rhtythm of his fingers falter for just a moment, but then he's on the bed with her, hovering over her, cupping her cheek with his free hand.

"Annabeth," he murmurs, watching her intensely. "Come when I say so. All right?"

She nods, whimpering desperately, and clutches his hand tight in hers. She can't endure much more than this, and mercifully, Percy sends her flying apart with whispered command and a kiss moments later. Every inch of her body shivers as intense waves of pleasure roll through her and she falls back on the bed, limp, sated, and panting.

"You Boy Scouty ass," she manages after several minutes, once her heart decides it is not going to burst from her chest and her mind comes back down to earth. "Stop being so good at giving out orgasms. Now I'm too tired to go to class and it's all your fault."

Beside her, Percy throws his head back and laughs, drawing her into his embrace.

"Sorry," he says, though he doesn't look sorry in the slightest. "I can try to be fucking awful next time?"

"For both our sake's, please do," she replies, shooting him a mock serious expression. She can only hold it for a moment before she launches into her own set of giggles, burying her face in his chest. He smells faintly of salt and sea, and she basks in his closeness for several long moments. "You're just lucky it's only review day in my morning class. You better keep your hands off me this afternoon. I didn't agree to be continually and amazingly ravished when I moved my stuff into the closet."

"Oh? It was in the small print of the lease," Percy says, leaning back confidentially into the pillows. "The very small print."

Annabeth arches an eyebrow. She shifts in his arms, sitting up and swinging a leg over his hips to straddle him. He's bare but for blue briefs, which are pulled tight around his straining erection, and Percy swallows heavily as her wet center slides against the ridges of his stomach. She leans forward, all seduction in lace and messy blonde curls.

"And what, pray tell, does the very small print say about returning the favor?"