Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

when it's good, it's really something (can we get back to us now?)

by @alwaysou28 on ao3 

Annabeth groaned as she finally unlocked her apartment door, dropping her bag as soon as she stepped foot past the entryway. The week had been incredibly long and exhausting, but it was finally Friday, and she was excited to just spend the next two days with Percy doing nothing but fucking and lazing around.

"Cariña?" Percy came out of the kitchen, wooden spoon in hand. "How was your day?"

"This is literally the only good part of my day so far," Annabeth muttered. Percy's shift at the firehouse hadn't ended until noon, meaning she had been alone that morning. Percy gave her a sympathetic pout and walked over, wrapping an arm around her.

"You're home now, and we have all weekend to do whatever you want," he promised, kissing her quickly. "Why don't you go change while I finish dinner?"

"Sounds perfect. What are you making?"

"Picadillo," Percy answered. "Now go, change into some comfy clothes, and then we can cuddle on the couch." Annabeth let out a sigh of relief and headed to their bedroom. She stripped down to her underwear and was just about to put on one of Percy's old college sweatshirts when her phone rang. She checked the caller ID to see one of her friends from work and answered, praying to all the Gods that it wasn't to call her back into the office.

"Hey Marie," Annabeth answered faux cheerfully. "What's up?"

"Hey! I wanted to invite you out! A bunch of us are gonna go down to Seven Bridges and we want you to come with us! We're meeting there at nine tonight!"

"I don't know, Marie, I've had a long week," Annabeth said, drawing her words out.

"Which is exactly why you should come out and have a few drinks with us!" Marie said brightly. "I'm not taking no for an answer. You better be there at nine, or we're coming to get you!" Annabeth didn't get a chance to respond before Marie hung up. Annabeth dropped onto the bed and buried her face in a pillow before screaming.

"Beth?" Percy rushed in only a moment later. "¿Qué pasa?"

"I'm being forced to go meet my friends at a bar," she muttered, pulling the pillow away so Percy could understand her. "I just wanted to stay here and lay on the couch and watch a movie while you eat me out."

"Well, we can just not go out. You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Percy said, coming over to lay on the bed with her. "And, we don't even have to watch a movie, I can definitely still eat you out." Annabeth rolled her eyes and turned on her side to face Percy.

"I'll go. You don't have to come with me, though, you can stay here," she offered, leaning over to kiss his shoulder, right over his pegasus tattoo.

"Of course I'm going to go with you, mi alma. I want to spend as much time with you as possible," Percy shook his head and suddenly rolled so he was hovering over her. "What time do we need to meet them?"

"Not until nine," Annabeth said a little breathlessly. Percy smirked, lips turning up in the way that she loved so much and made her lower belly burn.

"That gives us plenty of time then," he whispered, lowering himself to kiss her collarbone. "And you're already almost naked for me." Annabeth whimpered as Percy trailed his mouth between her breasts to the tattoo on her ribs that spelled out his nickname.

"You love that one," she commented, the fingers of one hand tangling in his unruly hair, tugging lightly.

"Like seeing it on your skin, claiming you as mine," Percy licked over the ink, biting the n at the end of the tattoo. Annabeth giggled a little and grabbed Percy's bicep, where the tattoo bearing her nickname lay.