Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

His bare neck

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A/ n: hey...how y'all doing...? Don't come at me for this- it's not pre read no clue what happens but it is dom!annabeth and sun!percy incase anyone has any qualms

When Percy returned from the gym and gave Annabeth-who was nonchalantly reading a magazine on the sofa-a soft kiss on the lips, he already sensed that something was off, as a quick tingle crawled up his spine. He winced, feeling Annabeth's hand touching his bare neck during the kiss. Percy Jackson cursed under his breath, fear slowly engulfing him whole. Annabeth's lips hovered over his, and a soft yet dangerously sugary chuckle slipped out of the edges of her lips. It was a sound he loved, but he knew it induced fear, more than joy in him.

Annabeth's nimble hands gently rubbed Percy's bare neck, as Percy flinched in response. She studied his neck in such scrutiny, as her sage, grey eyes flickered behind her black-rimmed glasses. Closing her grip onto the nape of Percy's neck, Annabeth whispered. "Your neck's bare," Her voice was dangerously low. "Where is it?"

Percy swallowed, as he wet his lips nervously. He gave his gym bag a slight glance, remembering how he forgot to wear his collar after the shower at the gym. He was in a hurry, and although excuses never worked with Annabeth, Percy decided to give a try, and let out a nervous stammer. "I-I left it in the bag. I was in a hurry and forgot to wear it after the shower," He let out a quivering breath, seeing her striking grey eyes piercing through his skull. He barely managed to finish his sentence. "...Miss."

The grey eyes flashed momentarily at his blabber of excuse-in anger, maybe slightly in amusement. Percy felt his knees weakening, feeling the hand on his neck slowly push him onto the floor until he fully succumbed to his knees. Quickly inhaling, he looked up, seeing Annabeth with her devilish grin coiled at the end of her lips. Percy curled his toes, feeling the atmosphere tensing up, as it chained him in place-place, as in where he always should be: below Annabeth.

As if enjoying seeing his reaction, Annabeth curiously eyed his neck-her hand remained curled around the nape of his neck, while the fingertips of her other hand gently traveled across the side. "The marks I gave you have also already faded," she mumbled to herself, then met Percy's ocean-green eyes again. "You must be craving for a punishment, aren't you, Bunny?"

Percy began to panic. "Miss, I was just in a hurry and forgot-"

A laugh-a laugh like icicles, deadly, yet beautiful-spilled out of Annabeth's mouth. She took off her glasses and set them next to her and ran her fingers through her golden hair the Sun herself would have been jealous of. "You know excuses never work with me, Bunny."

Percy gulped. The air felt cold. Shivers clawed their way up to his arms. His gaze dropped to the floor, as he felt his heartbeat pulsating in his chest. Annabeth touched his lips, her steadfast gaze fixated on them. She continued. "You've been quite a naughty boy, you know that, Percy?"

"Yes, Miss."

She scoffed. "C'mon. You know I want to hear you say it."

Annabeth pushed his chin up with her index finger, as the two pairs of eyes met. Annabeth's glowed in hunger; Percy's was heavy with trepidation. Annabeth repeated, her voice now stern. "Say. It."

Percy obeyed, slowly opening his lips. "I-I've been a naughty boy, Miss." A small breath escaped his mouth. "Please punish me."

A smile stretched across Annabeth's face. "Good boy," She ruffled his hair. A pang of comfort spread through Percy's body. "Now come up on the sofa."

Percy started to carefully crawl up to the sofa, just to wince at Annabeth staring down at him with a visible glower drawn on her face. Her eyebrows were knitted, and a jolt of panic choked Percy. Have I forgotten something?