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Percy and Annabeth didn’t fight that much.
It sounded like bullshit, but it’s true. They banter, sure, they bicker, absolutely, but they don’t have full blown fights very much.
But no couple was immune to the occasional fight.
Annabeth and Percy stepped into their apartment. Well, Percy stepped in, Annabeth stormed in, looking ticked. “You are seriously dead, Jackson.”
Percy groaned. “I said I’m sorry! What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to listen. You’re on the couch tonight, buddy.”
It wasn’t the first time. Probably won’t be the last. Percy sighed. “Okay, okay. Is that my punishment?”
Annabeth snorted. “Oh, seaweed brain, that’s just the start.”
Percy had to gulp. He’d never say it out loud but sometimes Annabeth really did scare him. “Then…what are you gonna do to me?”
“Sit.” She commanded.
Percy awkwardly made his way to the couch and sat down, eyeing her warily. Gods, it could be anything, knowing Annabeth.
Annabeth smirked at his obedience, finding it cute.
“Um…so what is my punishment?” He had to ask, getting antsy from her just staring at him.
“This.” Annabeth suddenly slipped her top off, tossing it aside.
Percy’s eyes widened, instantly focusing on her blue bra. “…I don’t think you know what a punishment is.”
Annabeth just snorted and slipped her jeans off, revealing the matching blue panties. “Have some faith, Percy.”
He had no idea where she was going with this, but even just seeing her like that was getting him hot and bothered.
Annabeth chuckled at his stunned, flustered expression. “Like what you see?”
“Always.” He liked Annabeth however she was, though this particular image was extra nice. “Can I get up now?” And carry you to the bedroom and devour you? He didn’t say that last part out loud but he sure was thinking it.
“Nope.” Annabeth popped the P. “You wanted to know what your punishment is? No sex.”
Percy froze, eyes widening. “Wait what?”
“You heard me. Sex is for good boys, and you haven’t been good. No sex. No touching. No kissing.”
“Then…why are you?...” Percy trailed off weakly.
Annabeth smirked and unclasped her bra, throw it on the floor teasingly.
Oh.
Oh Gods. She was pure evil.
“No.” Percy paled in realization, a tent already forming in his pants.
Annabeth grinned, slipping the panties off. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to take a shower. Alone.”
Percy’s eyes widened. No. Annabeth was NOT doing this to him. “You’re not serious.”
She slowly approached, leaning down and setting a hand on his chest, making him swallow hard. Her hand trailed down and palmed him through his jeans, making him gasp. “Oh, I’m very serious.” She rubbed him until she could feel he was thoroughly turned on, and then took her hand away and stood up, walking around the couch and heading for the bathroom.
Percy let out a loud groan of anguish. It was one thing to leave him aroused and not do anything about it, but it was another to declare she was gonna shower without him. Shower sex was Percy’s favorite kind and Annabeth KNEW it. She really was punishing him. “No, come on, please, Annabeth, I’ll die.”
She had to laugh. “I think you’ll make it, Percy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with the showerhead, and my fingers.” She smirked, glancing over her shoulder at him before heading into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her, leaving Percy with nothing but a throbbing in his pants and his imagination.
Percy’s been to Tartarus, but now he knew. This was what true hell was.
He could handle his arousal himself, sure. But it was so unsatisfying in comparison to just having sex. And his girlfriend was RIGHT THERE in the bathroom, in the shower, under the water, all soaped up…
Percy let out a groan. Shit. His member was starting to ache. Annabeth was a merciless woman.
He must’ve sat there, aching and squirming, for a good five to ten minutes.
And just when Percy thought it couldn’t get worse, the moaning starting.
Annabeth’s strained moans rang out through the apartment and Percy nearly creamed his pants.
She sounded so sexy, so desperate, and Percy could just imagine her, leaning on the wall of the shower, pumping her fingers in and out…
“Percy.” He heard her moan his name from the shower and his hips actually bucked forward, which kind of hurt because it just made his member rub against his jeans painfully.
He quickly unzipped his jeans and yanked them down, along with his boxers. He grasped his member desperately, needing something, any kind of relief.
He shut his eyes and tried to imagine it was Annabeth’s hand wrapped around him, that she was pressing up against his body, that water was cascading over both of them-
This wasn’t working.
Percy grunted, pumping up and down with his hand and getting nowhere. He could still hear Annabeth moaning from the bathroom too.
Quickly, Percy scrambled up from the couch and headed for the bathroom door, leaning against it, still stroking himself. “Annabeth come on, please, I’ve learned my lesson, I’m sorry.” He called through the door.
He heard Annabeth laugh. The evil woman. “Do you mind? I’m trying to accomplish something in here.” She called back teasingly, her voice all strained and breathy and goddammit Percy was gonna lose his mind.
“I mind a lot, actually. Please.” Percy all but begged. “I’ll do anything.”
For a moment, he heard nothing, and then the door suddenly cracked open. A wet and naked Annabeth eyed him teasingly. “Anything huh?”
“Oh my Gods, please let me in there, I’ll give you my soul, whatever you want.”
Annabeth laughed again, and finally opened the door. “You’re still in trouble.” She warned. “I don’t want you thinking you can just get your way.”
“I will move to the couch, now get back in the shower.” Percy insisted, already ripping off his own clothes as quickly as possible.
With a smirk on her lips, Annabeth slipped back into the shower and kept the curtain open, waiting for Percy to join her.
He practically ran in and snatched her by her waist, kissing her desperately and letting his hands wander, touching her anywhere and everywhere. She was all soaped up, making his hands slip and slide around easily.
Annabeth moaned into his mouth, her hands gently gliding up his torso.
Percy’s hands ran down her back, grabbing a handful of her ass and giving it a soft squeeze before running his hands back up to her waist and pulling her up against him as much as possible.
Their kiss broke and Percy trailed kisses down her neck instead, nipping and sucking on the sensitive spots. He knew her body inside and out by now; he knew every button to push.
“So,” Annabeth spoke between pants, arms wrapping around Percy’s neck in case her legs turned to jelly. “Did you- learn your lesson?”
“Definitely.” He said senselessly. Annabeth probably could’ve asked him anything and he’d give a one-word answer, barely listening. He licked a stripe up her neck to just under her ear, making her shiver and gasp.
“You’re such a liar.” Annabeth had to deal as she rubbed herself against him, seeking friction.
Percy groaned at the feeling. “Wise girl, you’re killing me.”
“That’s the idea.” Annabeth teased him, pushing her breasts up against him as if silently saying ‘hey pay attention to these.’
Percy was an ADHD disaster, but Annabeth always knew how to get his focus.
He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing and kneading softly. His thumb flicked over her nipple while his mouth captured the other one, giving her breasts equal attention.
Annabeth let out a delicious moan, legs turning to jelly. She played with the hair on the back of Percy’s neck as she felt more heat rush down to her core. “P-Percy…come on, enough teasing, I-I already got myself worked up before you came in here.”
He pinched her nipple at that. “And that’s why I’ll be taking my time, you monster.” He murmured against her breast.
“Hey- I’m the one punishing you.” She reminded, trying not to laugh, or moan.
“It takes two to fight, Chase.” He told her simply, twisting his tongue around her nipple greedily. Her back arched and her legs rubbed together.
Annabeth tightened her grip on him. “Don’t you know the only proper answers in times like this are you’re right?”
“I’ve never been good at giving correct answers. I like to wing it.” Percy murmured against her chest. He slid his hand down Annabeth’s body, going between her legs. He gently rubbed at the outer area, not where she needed him at all.
“Oh, you jerk.” Annabeth groaned, trying to twist and turn and do whatever she could to make Percy put his hand where she actually needed it.
“I have no idea what you mean.” Percy told her innocently, rubbing his fingers over her slit.
Annabeth bit her lip, resisting a moan. “Percy, I’m serious.”
“So am I.” His finger teased her clit and Annabeth let out a loud gasp.
“Ohhh- yes. Yes. Oh my gods- faster.” Annabeth always got so demanding when they were intimate, and Percy was embarrassingly into it.
Percy hated being told what to do, but for some reason when it was Annabeth, he just wanted to bow to her and do whatever she commanded. She had an unreasonable amount of power over him.
So, he pressed his thumb over her clit and started doing rapid circles at her request, and Annabeth downright whimpered against him.
Percy took that as a sign he was doing something right. “That good, wise girl?”
“Oh…faster. Faster- yes. Oh my gods. Yes, right there, just like that.” Annabeth’s nails dug into Percy’s back.
Just when Annabeth started to arch her back, Percy dropped his hand.
Annabeth choked out a gasp of disbelief, body naturally moving as if to try and chase after his hand, but he’d set it back on her hip. “You did not just do that to me.”
Percy gave her his cheekiest grin. “I can’t have you crossing the finish line too soon.”
She was definitely gonna flick him on the forehead, so Percy quickly knelt down and got on his knees in front of her. Annabeth’s eyes darkened with desire despite her discomfort from being on the edge.
“You better make this the performance of your life, seaweed brain.” She warned.
Percy chuckled, eyes flickering down to her quivering entrance. “That’s how I roll.” He leaned in and licked a stripe up her slit before letting his tongue gently open her up a bit more.
Annabeth’s breath hitched, leaning her head back against the marble of the shower wall, eyes fluttering shut.
Percy’s tongue swirled around her clit in teasing circles, every so often flickering over it but never staying, and it was trying Annabeth insane.
“I swear to the gods, Percy, if you don’t-“ He set his lips around her swelled clit and let his tongue start lapping over it rapidly.
Annabeth all but mewled, back arching and a hand instinctively reaching out and grabbing his hair to keep him where he was. She wasn’t about to let him just pull away this time.
Percy loved Annabeth’s hands in his hair. She twisted and tugged at it, but it was never harsh. Never too much. She treated his hair more like levers, as if to control his speed and aggressiveness, which he actually found pretty cute.
Like right now, that particular tug she just gave him meant suck.
Percy sucked on her clit like a hard candy, occasionally flicking over it with his tongue and leaving Annabeth a panting fool. Water poured down their bodies from the showerhead and ran down Percy’s face, which only spurred him on.
“Gods- yes, Percy, oh my gods-“ Annabeth panted, eyes shut tightly as her grip on his hair tightened. She was so close. So close. So close-
Percy’s mouth left her clit and she about screamed.
“Percy Jackson, you get your mouth back to work right now or I swear-“ She started heatedly, making him burst out laughing.
“Settle down, wise girl, I was just thinking it was time for the main event.” He teased.
Annabeth wanted to be mad, she really did, but heat shot down to her core at his words, quivering in response. “Fucking- stop teasing me and do it then!”
Percy stood up straight, and lifted up one of Annabeth’s legs by her thigh, keeping a firm grip on her. “Ready?”
“Ready to punch you? Definitely.” Annabeth sassed impatiently.
Percy smirked. “Now, now, is that any way to talk to your boyfriend? Maybe I should leave you here to think about what you said-“
Annabeth groaned loudly. “Percy, please, put it in already!”
Her words shot straight to his cock. Percy couldn’t even come up with a clever retort. He pushed himself into her and Annabeth gasped loudly, back arching and nails digging into Percy’s back pleasantly.
Percy groaned softly. Annabeth was so warm and tight. He leaned his head down to rest his forehead on her shoulder, pressing soft kisses to the skin as he waited for Annabeth to adjust.
When she finally did, she nodded faintly against him. “Y-You can move.”
Percy thrusted into her, softly, lovingly. His hand reached up and tangled in her damp hair, gently pulling to make her tilt her head back further so he could place some soft kisses there.
“Harder. Faster. Please, Percy, come on-“ Annabeth nearly begged, moving her own hips forward desperately.
He hummed against her neck. “Yeah? You want me to just pound into you? Fuck you nice and hard?” Annabeth’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head.
She was definitely leaving marks with her nails in his back, and he didn’t mind in the slightest. “Yes. Oh my gods, Percy. Fuck me. Need you. Need it faster and harder.” Her words went straight to his cock, which was all but twitching inside her, obviously in agreement.
Percy’s grip on her thigh tightened, and he pulled out almost all the way before suddenly thrusting into her fully in one hard motion. Annabeth cried out loudly as Percy repeated the motion over and over again.
Annabeth felt herself right on the edge. “Yes. Yes. Fuck. So close. Percy, please- I’m so close!” She practically begged.
He tugged her hair, breath hot under her ear. “Cum for me, princess.”
Annabeth cried out through her orgasm, muscles nearly squeezing the life out of Percy in all the best ways. He barely managed to pull out before he could cum inside her, instead releasing all over her leg.
When she came down from her high, Annabeth panted softly, loosing her grip on Percy and instead rubbing over his back where her nails had dug in.
“Brilliant work as always.” Percy had to joke, making her lightly smack his chest.
“You’re such an idiot.” Annabeth said with pure fondness.
Percy gently moved Annabeth to let the water run over her and clean her off. He kissed her shoulder. “So…am I forgiven?”
Annabeth was reminded of what brought them to this point in the first place and scowled. “No.”
“What?” Percy murmured. “Even after my amazing performance just now?”
Annabeth snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re only great because I make you great.”
“Can’t argue with that.” Percy smirked. “But seriously, you can’t still be mad at me.”
“Wanna bet?”
Percy held her in an embrace from behind. “For the last time, I only took that girl’s number to be polite. You watched me throw it away when she was gone.”
“Well, that’s not good enough.” Annabeth pouted.
Percy chuckled into the nape of her neck. “Do you want me to start screaming ‘stranger danger’ next time?”
“Yes. Yes, I would.”
He kissed the top of her head. “You got it, babe.” Annabeth smiled and leaned back into him under the water.