Before you continue: don't read this unless you're 18+! This contains mature, explicit content, and is not for younger readers. I have a bunch of other teen-rated and below content that you can check out instead :)
But, yeah. This is a pure, fluffy, smutty one-shot, and is completely self-indulgent. All things written are fictional and not to be a supplement for sex education at all, so be mindful. Also, this is my first M-rated work, so please be kind. Enjoy!
Percy Jackson was an unfairly seductive bastard.
He always worried his bottom lip when he was thinking, something he never even realized he was doing, darkening the pink skin as he worked. Annabeth's eyes fell to his mouth, heat rising to her cheeks as her pencil lays forgotten in her hand.
Maybe it was too quiet. Maybe she needed to go outside and take a walk. Annabeth was never so easily distracted when it came to her schoolwork, something she prided herself on. But now… now she would rather be doing anything else.
Anyone else.
"Are you okay?" His deep voice makes her jump, and he glances up from his computer for the first time in several minutes to look at her.
The heat in her face worsens as she meets his questioning gaze, green eyes crinkling in the corners. She turns her head back down to her sketchpad, nodding. "Yeah. Just… thinking."
"What about?"
He presses on, brushing the curls against his forehead back. Annabeth's gaze follows his hand as it falls back down to his side, curling slightly against his thigh. Annabeth swallows silently, tucking her own hair behind burning ears.
"Nothing. Just thinking. Like always."
More minutes pass, and her thoughts of trying to finish this design by tonight are long forgotten. Even before the six months they'd been together, she couldn't help but imagine his glistening body emerging from the depths of their school's pool in nothing but a speedo, and running her hands all over him, from his wet and inky black hair to his chiseled jawline to his abs and… all over.
And… she really needed to keep herself occupied.
She flicks her pencil over the page, squaring the corners of her skyscraper, shading windows and doodling clouds at the top. Percy chuckles from over her shoulder.
"You're bored, aren't you," he says, grabbing the edge of the book and bringing it closer to him. He leans over her, his breath warm down her neck. He smells clean and like the sea, and he captivates her entire existence as she leans back into him.
"Yeah. It's not even that good."
Percy pulls back and looks at her with an incredulous look scrawled across his face. "You're joking, right? This is great, Beth." He grins at her, and her insides melt. "I can't believe my girlfriend is going to become the best architect in the world."
Annabeth hums softly at the word. When they first began dating, it took not even a week before he'd asked her to be his girlfriend, and she said yes almost immediately. She doesn't regret saying yes by any means, but hearing the word come out of her best friend of six years' mouth was still a bit foreign to her. She wouldn't stop him, though - wouldn't even dream of it, honestly. She loved when he used that word to describe her. It made the butterflies in her stomach soar, even after all this time, and she thinks he knows how much of an effect it still has on her.
"Well, my boyfriend is on his way to becoming an Olympic athlete, so I guess we both have things to brag about."
Smiling, Percy leans down to kiss her on the forehead before turning back to his laptop.
Annabeth wishes she was that laptop, with his fingers pressing down on her, staring at her as she followed his orders.
She squeezes her legs tight and flips to a new page.
Percy's mom wasn't due back home till well after 8 o'clock, and the clock had just been sitting pretty at 5:02 entirely too long for Annabeth's comfort. Each second that ticked by was a second that she could be doing something about her situation, a second that Percy still sat with his damn laptop, being so sexy as he tapped his borrowed pencil against his bottom lip, a second that Annabeth's hand crept up her thigh.
Percy's hand suddenly grabs hers, and she looks up at him with an eyebrow raised.
"You're so squirmy," he says, pressing her fingertips to his lips before letting her go. "You're never that squirmy. Something's up."
Annabeth swallows hard at how weak she felt under his gaze, concerned with a furrow that ran deep in his brow and only made Annabeth press her thighs tighter. "Nothing's wrong, Percy. Just a bit antsy is all."
His gaze turns skeptical. "Fine. I'm done with this anyway." He closes his laptop and puts it on the side table. "While I do just enjoy your presence and you being with me, you're much more fun to study." He winks at her, and she flushes.
"Is that so?" she says, putting her sketchbook aside. "I certainly don't think I'm more riveting than one of the top schools in the country."
"Well, I certainly think so," Percy says, and he quickly presses his mouth to hers. She can savor the kiss for only a moment before he pulls away slightly, searching her eyes for a few seconds, an amused smile in his own. "Nothing in this world can compare to the beauty in front of me right now."
One of his hands cups her face, and he kisses her again. Of all the things that came with dating Percy, kissing was certainly the thing ranking very high on her list. He kisses her slowly and sweetly like he was savoring his favorite candy, and every time he runs his thumb over her cheek, she falls deeper and deeper into the spell he cast over her.
They hadn't gone past kissing and the occasional heavy petting when things got heated. Annabeth was afraid that if they crossed that line and hated it, not only would their relationship be ruined, but their decade-long friendship would crumble with it.
But… Percy was here, kissing her like she was the only thing he could think about, even with the billion other things he should think about, and Annabeth felt…
She doesn't know.
Desired? Desired in a way that made the slight tingle in her stomach ignite into a small flame, enough that she wanted to push the envelope of their physical relationship a little.
Emboldened by the changing track of her train of thought, Annabeth's hand grabs Percy's bicep as she bites and pulls his bottom lip with her teeth.
A low groan rips from the back of Percy's throat, fueling the flame further. "Oh," he whispers, wrapping an arm around her waist, "so we're playing that game? I sure hope that two can play."
Annabeth smirks and runs her other hand through his thick mop of hair. "Of course."
Their lips collide again, and Percy's hand trails to meet the other at the small of her back while both of Annabeth's weave into his hair. His tongue runs along her bottom lip, and she groans into his mouth. Percy knew how to use his tongue, in the best way. It wasn't something he learned to use with Annabeth as their kisses delved into full-blown make-out sessions; his skills were nearly perfected after their first real kiss. He was gentle, coaxing as many soft noises from Annabeth as he could without invading her space. He licked over her lips, her teeth, the roof of her mouth, her tongue: every administration left shivers down her spine and turned her brain to mush until she was fully relying on him to support the weight of her body.
Inhibitions forgotten, Annabeth swings one leg over his lap and wraps both of her arms around his neck, trying to get as close as possible while it is not nearly enough. Percy's large, warm hands slide lower down her back until they're settled on her backside, pulling her down until their hips are flush. Their chests are pressed so tightly, she can't tell whose heart is beating so quickly.
Pulling back until their eyes meet, Annabeth slides one hand down to his shoulder as she rocks her hips methodically against his. His breath hitches, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as his fingers dig into her sides. Spurred on by his reaction, she grinds down a hit harder.
This is about as far as it went between the two: touching, teasing, nibbling, kissing, grinding. It felt good; it felt better than Annabeth thought it should, but maybe because this is the first time she's ever done it with somebody she cared about.
But the heat in his eyes, and the heat between her thighs…
This wouldn't end here.
Tilting her head up with two fingers below her chin, Percy leans down and starts to kiss down Annabeth's jaw. Instantly, she starts tugging on the little curls near the nape of his neck.
Her hands follow the outline of his figure, over his broad shoulders and back and down his hard and toned and scarred arms, all while his kisses find her neck. Her breath shudders as she presses her cheek to his hair, enraptured by the sensation of his soft, pulling lips and gentle teeth. When he finds the usually sensitive spot just below her ear, her hips buck involuntarily forward, a breathy moan spilling from her throat. Percy exhales sharply, grabbing her hips and pressing her down harder against him once again.
His lips dip to the shallow between her two collar bones, and Annabeth tilts her head back, her breath escaping her in small pants. His hands trail up the bottom of her shirt and caress her waist, moving along her spine until he's at the edge of her bra strap. "I want you to take your shirt off," he grumbles roughly, his languid movements on her body making her mind hazy as she tries to comprehend the fact that he's never taken such a tone with her before. "I want to see you."
And if Annabeth wasn't pink before…
Teeth digging into her lip, she lifts her shirt over her head, her long and curly hair tumbling through its collar and skimming against her bare waist. She brushes a few strays behind her bright red ears. Annabeth was hot all over. They were crossing a bridge they'd only approached a few times before, and this new territory was scary. Tempting - oh so tempting, and Percy sounding so desperate for her made the fire in her stomach roar - but scary. She thinks she might've been less self-conscious if it were a stranger before her, but she wanted to impress Percy. The thoughts linger in the back of her mind about her freckles covering her shoulders and how bloated her stomach had gotten from not working out like she used to-
But then a fond smile finds Percy's face and he lowers his head to press his lips to her chin, and she wants nothing more than for him to have her in every way possible.
"You're so beautiful," he says, and his lips trail to her shoulders and chest while she pulls his head to her. "Keep being beautiful for me, alright?"
"I- I'll try."
Her skin prickles with the way his mouth caresses her body - warmly, softly, gently, lovingly. It was like she was standing in the sunlight, only she's basking in it as it streams through her window on a crisp fall afternoon - tender and intimate, and leaving a fuzzy and nostalgic feeling in your chest, knowing you'll cap off your evening with a cup of coffee watching as the sky fades from yellow to orange to purple. Percy pulls away and looks her in the eye - his own, a contrast to her warm fall afternoon as they're filled with a dark, raging sea, but they fill her with the same calm, even as he pulls his shirt over his head.
Just then, a door slammed loudly from some apartment to the right of them, making Percy's front door shake. His eyes snap to the sound before they land back on Annabeth, and his hands immediately take purchase beneath her thighs.
"Do you wanna take this to my room?"
She barely has time to nod before he lifts her and carries her through the living room, his lips brushing against hers with each jolt he makes trying to secure her legs around his waist.
Percy kicks the door closed behind him before flipping them around so Annabeth's pressed into the wall beside the door. He nudges her nose with his, making both of them smile a little before their lips slot together again, mouths slick and swollen. Annabeth strokes the soft hairs along the back of his neck while Percy's hands cup her ass, squeezing slightly.
Feeling Percy's bare skin against hers is intoxicating in so many ways. For a swimmer, his skin is surprisingly rough, calloused and scarred, and freckled and tanned from so many years he'd spent doing anything but melting into the water he now called home. But his skin told a story - a story Annabeth read with her hands, lips, eyes, and her own freckled and marked skin pressed so close to his. Her lithe fingers touch all that they can, dipping into the nooks only she got to see, sliding across the inconsistent texture of his chest, her lips moving against his all the while his fingers trace her spine.
His story was something Annabeth could read over and over again.
Annabeth pulls back, light-headed, air having been low on her list of immediate concerns. Percy breathes just as heavily, each breath passing over her lips making her body quiver.
Before she can stop herself, she says, "Please take me to the bed."
Percy's half-lidded eyes suddenly blow wide, his mild pink flush turning into a full crimson red. "Really? Are you- are you sure?"
Annabeth, despite herself, snorts a little, batting his shoulder. "Yes, I'm sure." Then, for added measure, she leans in toward his ear and whispers, "I've wanted you for so long now."
Percy releases a small groan and walks backward toward the bed, keeping his eyes on Annabeth's even as he turns them around and lays her softly atop his bedsheets, squeezing her thighs between his knees, hands digging into the mattress on either side of her shoulders.
Hovering above her like this, Annabeth doesn't think Percy has ever looked so beautiful. "I've wanted you too, Annabeth." He takes one of her hands from his neck and kisses her palm softly. "For as long as I can remember."
And Annabeth blushes - full-on, all the way to the roots of her hair, blushes. Percy tilts his head and places her hand against his cheek, grinning gently - and Annabeth wants to etch this exact image into her brain forever. This, right here, with the boy she's loved since she knew what love was. Tears prick the back of Annabeth's eyes and before she knows it, she's pulling Percy down to crush her lips against his, not even wincing with the click of their teeth. Percy gasps but quickly melts into her, caging either side of her head with his forearms.
She only pulls back to breathe. "Touch me, Percy," she says, mouthing the words against his cheek. "Please, please touch me."
Though he hesitates, Percy doesn't protest as he drags the back of his hand down Annabeth's neck before skimming his fingertips over her shoulder, along her bra strap, then down her warm, pale stomach. His eye contact with her never waivers, though Annabeth squirms under his teasing touch. The pad of his middle finger swirls around her belly button, making Annabeth inhale sharply.
"Can I?" he mumbles, dipping down to kiss her jaw as his nimble fingers undo the button on her jeans. "Are you wet for me, Annabeth?"
All the air in Annabeth's lungs is instantly sucked away. After over a decade of knowing him, Annabeth was sure she knew Percy through and through. But this - it's the same tone he used on the sofa, but in context, it's so, so much… sexier. A whimper builds in the back of her throat at the sheer gruffness and desire in his voice, one she can hardly suppress. She flicks her tongue over her lips before whispering a soft, "Yes."
She didn't specify which question she was answering, but she knew he knew it was both.
Slowly, his fingers slide into her pants and overtop her underwear, teasing the damp fabric covering her most intimate parts. Annabeth's hands slide down until her nails are digging into his shoulder, gnawing her lips at the sensation. Percy's eyes glance up at her face, and satisfied with her reaction, his lips and hand move at the same time. His lips suction to that sensitive spot below her ear, his hand grazing softly over the swollen little button that would release the ache growing between her legs. She almost would've had the mind to get jealous and ask how he knew to do that if he hadn't pressed a little harder.
"God, Annabeth," Percy groans into her skin, circling his fingertip gently as she exhales softly against his ear. "I really got you worked up, huh? Does this feel good to you?"
Annabeth whines, half in embarrassment, half from the fact that talking so intimately was a major turn-on for her. She slides her arms around his torso until she can clasp her hands around his back, leaning her cheek against his shoulder. "Mhm."
She squeezes her eyes shut to try to concentrate on the sensation, but against her lower stomach, Annabeth can feel the hardening bulge in his pants, and she reddens to her chest with the knowledge that getting her off turned him on just as much as it did her. Before thinking twice, her hips tilt up against his, making his hand the sole barrier between their arousals. She grinds into him while his thumb continues to circle her swollen, clothed clit, whimpering, turning her head to the side, and letting her eyes flutter open. She registers a low grumble coming from Percy's throat. His eyes, still glued to her contorting face, grow darker.
"Y-yes," she whispers, mouth falling open slightly. "You're so good at that."
Percy's Adam's apple bobs in his throat, and his head dips into the crook of her neck, nipping lightly at her skin. His digits slide lower against her slit until they reach her entrance, covered by the barrier she so desperately wanted off. His fingers thrust, and Annabeth moans softly, dragging her nails down his back, leaving little pink lines in their wake.
"Percy, please," Annabeth murmurs, tilting her head up until her lips brushed the side of his neck. She didn't know what she was begging for - something, anything. Please more, please yes, please take me. Distractedly, her tongue skims over the side of his throat, eliciting a minute gasp from Percy's lips. She kisses the corner of his jaw before laying her head back down.
He raises his head, breath catching as he cups her face. Annabeth leans into his touch, desperate for him, his fingers, his warmth, his… everything. She wants him. She needs him.
She needs him in life. She needs him when her job gets to be too much, needs him when she's hungry and doesn't feel like cooking, needs him when her mother will ultimately reach out to her again, and reopens all the old wounds that were finally beginning to scab over. But she needs him now, especially, because now that she's gotten a taste of the pleasure he brought her, she didn't think she could ever imagine doing this with someone that wasn't him.
"Please what, my love?" he asks, his tone a mixture of adoration and teasing. He thrusts his finger again, and Annabeth gasps softly.
"Please actually touch me."
"You'll have to be more specific, sweetheart."
While pet names were not Annabeth's thing, Annabeth couldn't help but feel flushed at their usage. She rubs her thighs together, trying to maintain the friction Percy was denying her.
"S-stop teasing me, Percy," Annabeth says, her voice leaving her throat hoarsely. She rolls her hips against his hand, and finally letting her pride dissolve, decides to appease him. She casts her eyes aside and takes a deep breath, bracing herself as she brushes her fingers up and down his well-muscled back.
"I want your fingers inside me… and your mouth on me... and then-" she pauses, running one hand down the front of his torso until her palm runs over the bulge in his sweatpants. He groans, tipping his head down until his hair brushes her forehead, and she smiles slightly. "I want you inside me. Can you please do that for me?"
Percy's face reddens, and her grin grows wider as she tugs on the strands of hair curling at the nape of his neck.
"Please?"
At her needy voice, Percy blinks out of his stupor and nods. His fingers recoil until they're at the waistband, and he slowly slips underneath her underwear, over the sparse, soft hair she had down there, to her slick heat. Annabeth inhales sharply, her back arching until her chest presses against his, clutching urgently at his bare skin. Two fingers graze over her entrance and his thumb strokes the flesh next to her clit. She moans, pushing her hips into his hand.
"Gods, I love the sounds you make," Percy whispers, and he moves his thumb to brush over the most sensitive part of her before sliding one finger inside; her body shakes underneath him, and she gasps loudly, followed by another low and loud groan. Percy licks his lips, slowly curling his finger with a steady rhythm.
"Fuck," she says, wriggling underneath him as he brushes against a spot at the top of her inner walls. Like Percy's skin, his fingers were rough - but oh so thick and long and warm, something Annabeth would never be able to achieve on her own. A second finger joins the first, his middle and ring fingers sliding into her hot, hot center, and Annabeth felt… good.
Good was the only word she could think of right now.
Annabeth tosses her head back, and Percy's lips ghost over her throat, peppering her with soft kisses as his fingers wrecked her. He whispers sweet nothings against her skin, slowing his pace before picking up speed again. Annabeth picks her head up and bites softly into his shoulder in a vague attempt to muffle the sounds escaping her - his apartment walls were thin, and God knew that she didn't want his neighbors to complain to his mom about the strange noises they heard from next door.
"You like this," Percy whispers against her neck, clumsily brushing his thumb over her swollen clit again. "Don't you, Annabeth?"
She hums in vague agreement, too aroused to react any further. Her knees slide over his hips to make his touch go deeper, and her attempt to muffle herself is futile. She's never been this close so quickly before; oftentimes, it took over an hour to get near to this point - but then again, she's never been so aroused in her life. Every second that passes by is a second Annabeth feels herself coming closer and closer to the edge, and Percy seems to recognize this because as her moans become higher in pitch, he moves his fingers faster. Annabeth closes her eyes and feels the tingles in her toes, spreading up her calves to inner thighs and through her stomach, creating a delicious pressure that could be relieved at any second -
He pulls away.
Her eyes fly open, lips parted with a groan of frustration, and Percy can't do anything but smirk at her with that mischievous gaze. He kisses her mouth, but she only pouts back.
"Why did you stop?"
He runs his other hand over her cheek, feeling her clammy skin, searching her eyes with something sparkling in his own. One of his fingers moves up and down her slit, making her breath shake.
"I didn't want you to come for me yet." He puts it so simply, Annabeth would smack him if she had the strength. Instead, she pulls harder on his hair. "We couldn't have that."
"And why not?"
His hand that had been rubbing her slides from her panties and back to the waist of her jeans.
"You know I've always enjoyed teasing you, Annabeth," he says, tugging her pants down to her hips, leaning in until his lips brush her ear. "Take your pants off."
He continues to hover over her, making it purposefully difficult for her to remove her jeans. Every time she lifts her hips off the bed, she brushes against Percy's arousal, making him groan each time. She thinks she could come just from the sound of his pleasure - she was still sensitive and ready, anyway.
They're at her knees when Percy begins to trail wet kisses over her shoulder, over her chest, and slowly down her stomach, making her squirm and writhe under his gentle lips. He helps her pull her jeans down and over her feet.
She's left in only her unmatching bra and underwear, almost completely exposed in front of her best friend, and she couldn't have felt more beautiful as he presses his lips against the bend of her leg. Their eyes connect as his calloused hands slide over her thighs, and one of Annabeth's hands grasp the bedsheets.
In one swift movement, he pulls off her underwear, tossing it aside. Placing one hand on either knee, he spreads Annabeth's thighs apart. Annabeth almost reflexively closes them, but his grip on either thigh prevents her from moving.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, it clicks that they will never, ever be able to go back, and that was a thought Annabeth was so, so okay with. Just the thought of his having her this way had her dripping wet, and as he kisses her inner thighs, she's squirming with eagerness.
"Baby, keep still," Percy said in a hushed voice. There was an edge to the words, a kind of harsh commanding, followed by a hardened grasp on her, one that made Annabeth instantly succumb and almost dizzy.
"Okay," she breathes. His dark green eyes look up at her through dark eyelashes as he softly strokes her heat with his tongue, savoring her like she was the last bit of ice cream on a hot August day. His rough hands travel back up her legs to curl his hands around her hips, dragging her center closer to his mouth. His tongue flattens against her clit, and the pressure makes her cry out, squeezing at the sheets harder.
Percy groans, his voice sending vibrations throughout her body. His jaw opens as he trails his tongue lower, pushing against her entrance before sliding back up and swirling around her clit again. Slowly, he lifts his head away, lips glistening. "Don't come until I say so."
Annabeth gulps hard before nodding her head. One of his hands travels back down her side, and he brushes his fingers over her inner thigh as his lips encircle that sensitive nub, suctioning roughly. A gasp escapes her, and her hand reaches out to grab a fistful of his hair. "Please, I-"
Percy narrows his eyes at her, and there's a low roar in her stomach. She snaps her mouth shut and lays back down. "Fine."
The fingers at the juncture of her thigh move to slide over her heat, going up and down as Percy's tongue flicks methodically. They push slowly into her with shallow thrusts, making her whine until they fully curl within her, stroking her clenching walls.
"Oh-" she says, her back arching off the bed as her head falls against her shoulder. "Right there."
Percy chuckles, sending more vibrations up her spine. "I can feel you tightening around my fingers," Percy mutters, groaning when she clenches again. His fingers stroke faster, and Annabeth curses, her eyes squeezing shut. "You're so beautiful, Annabeth."
She feels the pressure begin to build back up in her lower stomach as Percy gently moves his tongue again. The heat moves throughout her entire body, and she grasps his hair roughly, tugging. He grunts, wrapping his lips around her clit.
"Please, Percy," she says, a soft whimper escaping her lips. "P-please, I need-"
He presses his tongue flat against her again, letting her take back enough control to set her own rhythm as she begins to grind against his mouth. Slowly, Percy's fingers slip out of her, and Annabeth groans in frustration, almost ready to scold him again before the tips of his fingers press against her clit and his tongue, at a hauntingly slow pace, glides down her slit before delving between her lower lips and slipping inside her.
His tongue thrusts inside her, curling against her top wall as she groans into the pillow she buried her face into. His fingers work slow circles around her swollen button. Her inhale is sharp, loud, and shaky, and her moan is equally salacious, eyes squeezing shut as her chest heaves, overwhelmed by the tightening in her lower stomach and the tingles shooting up her legs and into her core.
"Annabeth," he says, and she whimpers in response, gyrating her hips as his fingers move faster against her. "I want you to look at me as you come, okay?"
Even his words sent ripples of white-hot heat flooding through her, but his request was all the permission she needed. Slowly, she pried her eyes open and gazes down at the mop of black hair between her thighs. His usually green eyes, swallowed black by his dilated pupils connect with hers as he takes a long lick up her slit. His tongue swipes repeatedly over her clit, making her thighs clamp around his head, and one of her hands leaves his hair and slides over her mouth, stifling a loud moan as she quickly nears her release.
"Fuck, keep doing that," she mutters, shoving her hips toward him. She needed more; she craved more. And almost like he could read her mind (or maybe she said it out loud), he runs a hand against her inner thigh, dragging it toward her center until he buries one finger inside her, curling it upwards. Before she even realizes it, she's falling over the edge, cursing and gasping, the corners of her vision going white. Her chest heaves as an aftershock passes through her, and Percy's soft, coaxing licks persist until she falls flat against the bed.
Percy stands, and his eyes lock on hers, licking his shining lips before parting them with his slick fingers, sucking them clean. Annabeth looks at him with hooded eyes, reaching out to stroke his wrist.
"Good girl," Percy whispers, leaning down and reaching one hand underneath her to unhook her bra. He runs his other hand down her stomach, gliding his slick fingers teasingly between her wet folds, making Annabeth jump and squirm from how sensitive she still was. She cries out when he suddenly rubs hard, fast circles against her clit, making her thighs tremble before he pulls away again, sticking his fingers back in his mouth. Her cheeks flush even darker as her breath escapes her harshly. "Do you want to keep going?"
"Yes," Annabeth replies quickly, meeting his eyes and sliding her hands down his sides. "Please."
Something close to a growl escapes Percy's throat, and his mouth pressed against hers with a heat Annabeth loves. He slants his mouth as his tongue parts her lips to brush against hers. Annabeth tugs his sweats over his hips and down his toned thighs. She raises her arms as Percy takes off her bra, which he tosses onto his dresser.
He pauses long enough to kick off his pants, and he's only left in his boxers as he moves his kisses down to her chest.
"You are the only one," Percy says, putting one pink nipple between his teeth before his tongue flicks out, "The only one for me."
He sucks her skin, nipping lightly and leaving a small pink mark before soothing it with a soft kiss. His tongue trails up and spreads flat against the rosy peak once again, swiping across it, his other hand trailing up her stomach to knead her other breast.
"Mm," Annabeth hums, arching her chest further into his touch. His wet mouth encircles the peak, sucking gently as his fingers pinch the other, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Why don't you prove it, then?"
Percy groans and as he moves to kiss her again, he flips them around so she's sitting on his lap and she can feel how hard he is against her bare skin. She shudders, digging her teeth into her lip. "Do you have a condom?" she asks, sliding her arms over his shoulders. He slowly nods his head before it falls into the crook of her neck, biting lightly at her skin, his hands gripping her waist.
"They're in the nightstand," he says in a deep voice. His dresser is luckily only a foot to Annabeth's right, and she rummages around in his drawer before producing one. She waves the condom between her fingers. He takes it from her and rips it open, sliding down his boxers and on the rubber.
"So how do you want to do this?" Percy asks, dragging his nails along Annabeth's outer thighs. "Do you want to be on top?" Then, he leans in closer until his breath tickles her ear. "Or do you want me to?"
Instead of responding, Annabeth sets herself over his lap. She shudders - she didn't have a preference of how she wanted it, but she just wanted him inside of her already - to feel him. To be close to him in a way she's never gotten to explore before.
"I just want you any way I can get you," Annabeth says, wrapping her hand around his length and guiding it toward her entrance. She refrains from gasping, and his fingers dig into her hips. "Right here. Right now."
She slowly sinks her hips onto him, adjusting to his size and warmth. Percy's hands guide her gently as he kisses down her neck, grunting occasionally as she slid further down onto him. When she's fully seated, Percy's mouth finds hers, suckling on her bottom lip until she starts to roll her hips down onto his.
Quickly, Annabeth began to crave the way he slid against her slick walls. Percy lets out a strangled groan as Annabeth grinds on top of him, and his fingers dig into her hips so hard she's sure there will be bruises tomorrow. But she finds that she doesn't particularly care. Because having his warm length inside of her was intoxicating, and hearing Percy moan, "Baby, you feel so good," drove her wild with lust and desire. One particular stroke hits at an angle just right, and Annabeth buries her head into his neck, pressing small kisses between whimpers of pleasure.
Percy runs his hand along her waist until he reaches her stomach, where he touches her softly, bringing his fingers further down until his thumb reaches her clit. He pads across it experimentally, gauging her reaction.
A whimper parts Annabeth's lips and she rolls her hips harder into him. "Oh my gods, yes, keep doing that," Annabeth says as Percy rolls his thumb across the sensitive nub. So, Percy rubs her clit as she rolls her hips on him, desperate for any friction. She nuzzles into Percy's neck, her hands cradling his head, panting as the heat begins to build up between her thighs again.
Suddenly, Annabeth pulls back. As her hips continue to rock against his, she breathily whispers two words:
"Kiss me."
Percy blinks, but he doesn't hesitate in capturing her lips with his - his mouth was searing hot, melding with hers over and over again, and Annabeth knows her skin will always be marked by him: lips, tongue, fingers, everything. Her hands slide down until they're at his shoulders, and Percy carefully flips them over until he's hovering over her once again. His tongue traces her lips, and she moans, sucking on his bottom lip, loving how plump and pink it was when she grazed her teeth over it. One of Percy's hands tangles within her messy curls, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he resumes rocking slowly into her with her legs wrapped around his hips.
But then, pushing his head back until she could see his face, she whines and mutters another two words:
"Fuck me."
Percy, who'd been relatively quiet up until that point, does hesitate this time. "What?" he sputters, face turning pink.
Annabeth grins and raises her hips to meet his teasingly slow thrusts. "Faster. Deeper. Harder." She wets her lips and scrunches her eyebrow as another wave of pleasure floods through her. "Please, Percy."
After a few seconds of stunned silence, a sly smirk lifts the corners of Percy's mouth. "Whatever you want, my love."
And then, one of his hands grabs her leg and pushes it up toward her chest, and he slides all the way out of her before slamming back in at an angle Annabeth didn't know was possible to reach. She yelps and his other hand grabs her waist as he quickly rocks into her.
"Ah!" she cries out, her eyes squeezing shut as his length glides along her slick walls. "Fuck- oh my gods, Percy!"
She's being loud, and she knows it because Percy muffles her sounds with his mouth, bringing the hand that had been on her leg up to her face. He brushes his thumb over her bottom lip and presses his lips to hers again.
"If you want me to keep going like this, you'll have to keep it down," he whispers, grinning as Annabeth's lip pops out. He nips it gently, and she whines, wriggling underneath him. "Okay?"
"But Percy," she murmurs before Percy's lips find her neck, licking and biting at the bruises he had already left. She whines again, nuzzling her head into the crook of his shoulder, sinking her teeth into her lip. He was making this hard. He wanted her to scream, to yell, to shout out his name.
And she wanted to too.
She couldn't for only two reasons: 1) they'd probably get a noise complaint from the neighbors, and 2)
She just didn't want to give Percy that satisfaction.
Except, with him thrusting quickly and deeply into her (he had this curve to him that felt amazing) and marking her with his mouth on her neck, she was close. She was so incredibly close, she was almost dripping onto the bed. She knew he was, too, because even though he wasn't as vocal as her, his panting is getting faster in her ear, and he moans against her neck - which sends another bought of pleasure through her.
As Annabeth's muscles begin to tighten (and she knows she tightens everywhere because Percy curses again), one hand leaves Percy's shoulder and snakes between the two of them, and she dips a fingertip between her wet folds, clumsily stroking her clit.
Percy lifts his head, his hair brushing her neck as he glances down between them. He inhales sharply, and Annabeth gasps for air.
"Fuck," he says when she squeezes on his length, drawing him deeper inside. His forehead presses against her chest, and he lets out a shuddering breath that tickles her skin. Annabeth circles her fingers faster, back arching. "Gods, if you keep touching yourself like that I'm-" he swallows, "I'm gonna-"
Suddenly, Annabeth squeals, slapping her opposite hand over her mouth and rolling her eyes back as a rush of euphoria flushes through her body, which only increases tenfold as Percy's skin slaps against hers, drawing out her orgasm. With a few final thrusts, he buries himself within her, groaning as his release sets a tremor down his spine.
He rolls off of her and rolls off the condom to toss into the trash can near his bed, and Annabeth lies there, panting, her limbs sprawled bare across his sheets. At some point, somewhere past the bead of sweat dripping down her face and between her breasts, Percy's breath syncs with hers.
"Hey, Annabeth?" Percy says, turning to look at her. His hair sticks to his forehead and his cheeks are red, but his grin is so handsome, Annabeth's chest nearly implodes.
"Yes, Percy?" she responds, rolling onto her side and tucking her hands beneath her head.
Percy presses one hand against her back and pulls her into his chest, wrapping his arm fully around her waist. She snuggles into him, letting him shroud her in warmth.
"I love you."
Annabeth knows this. They had told each other "I love you," since they learned the phrase, and it was never weird. But here, now, at this moment… the words mean so much. They make her heart swell, tears well in her eyes, and years of yearning come rushing to the forefront of her mind. It took years of hearing him spew the stupid first things that came to his beautiful, beautiful mind, but... maybe it was worth it.
Gods, it was definitely worth it.
"I love you too," she says.
And they're sticky and sweaty, and Annabeth so desperately wants to pee and take a shower - and maybe have him join her - but it was the most honest statement she's ever made. She presses a kiss to the side of his neck, and he returns one to the crown of her head.
"Thank goodness," Percy says, sighing contentedly. "Would've been really awkward if you didn't."
This was originally posted to my ao3 (same name/username), but I wanted to share this with more people since I'm kinda proud of it? There are a few slight differences between this version and the original (for example, this version is a bit more concise, has minor dialogue edits, and flows a little better), but it's not much. Hope you enjoyed it, and please leave feedback! I might write more smut in the future if there's an audience for that.
Until next time!
(Also, small headcanon: Percy loves calling Annabeth pet names to get on her nerves, but in the heat of the moment, they both love it when he calls her baby. Most of the time during sex, though, he just calls her by her name, because it feels more personal; that's why Annabeth only calls him by his name, too.)