Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

Ice Ring 5

By @SmileQuotes on ao3

: Barefaced LiarSummary:

Annabeth has to make a choice, keep lying to herself or keep lying to everybody else?

Notes:

Hope you like this one!

Behind the scenes: Originally, this chapter was broken down in two, but I chose to merge them and make for a longer read. It's one of the first 'scenes' I wrote when I first drafted the story.

Chapter Text

The repercussions of her second night with Percy were worst then imaginable. The two of them had fallen asleep in each other arms after their explosive reunion. Waking up too early to care, Annabeth had welcomed her first sight to an adorable Percy slumber. The blonde's fingers recognized dried semen on her tights, smeared on his skin too. She noticed how tightly her frame was around his. His breath on her nipples, his head resting on her breast as a pillow, holding her leg firmly in between his, and his palm embracing her back.

Annabeth's grey eyes settled on his disheveled hair, inhaling, and exhaling quietly whiffing on her tits. It tickled. His naked skin was hot under the touch, he was radiating in the sun-drenched room. Still in his naked form in her father room. Her father's room. Annabeth's eyes grew twice the size as melons she tried to recover what last night disaster had brought. Her body ripped away from his warm touch, and Annabeth's facade reformed. Percy's sleep had been disturbed; his arm was looking for something to hold on to. Searching around until his hand found her boob. Squeeze. Squeeze. He sighted. Annabeth tapped his shoulder in a rush.

"Percy, you need to go back with Dean in the guest bedroom" she urged him. He whined and turned his back. Annabeth slapped his back with her palm. "Percy, wake the fuck up" His frame raised up to find her grey eyes. His whole torso had raised up in urgency.

"What's going on?" He asked with his eyes half closed. His lips were pressed in a pout. Annabeth had the urge to kiss him. Refraining before the situation escalated, she moved away from his side of the bed to pick up her pajama top laying on the ground.

"We need to go back to our respective rooms before anyone wakes up" Annabeth cursed herself for leaving her shorts, panties, and slippers in the kitchen.

"Dean won't notice if I don't sleep next to him" Percy tried as an excuse to push his face through the pillow. Annabeth wasn't having it.

"Percy, please" He stopped to turn to her begging thunder eyes.

"Fine" he grunted. "Where is my boxer?" He looked around, then flashed a smirk. "Nevermind". His smug face picked up the cover to uncover him and stood up. The rushed action had made the blonde dizzy. His semi member was tormenting her, but she needed to get back on track. First, finding her clothes.

Annabeth crossed the hallway on her tiptoes, her bottom half was completely exposed. Percy was barely containing his laugh with her death glare only furthering his state. Annabeth couldn't help but admire his body from this angle. His perky ass and delicious arms, his neck just as tasty as his mouth. As she was about to pinch one of his butt cheeks, Annabeth heard a noise in a nearby room. Alert, she made no move. Percy's laughs had stopped to concentrate on the noise coming in from a room.

"Yeah!" they heard.

Annabeth's ear picked up the faint scream. Getting redder by the second as she realized which room this had been attributed to. "We aren't the only ones having fun here" Percy whispered when Annabeth got down the last flight of stairs. Her bottom layers were waiting for her on the ground along with his blue shirt right where they had left their half-drunk water glasses. He had recovered his boxers along the way.