Work Text:
come home soon
heat
The message spurred Annabeth to leave work early, one of her coworkers taking a meeting with contractors scheduled for the afternoon. She caught the bus by a narrow margin, thrumming with nervous energy the whole way home.
A wave of warm air hit her when the door to their apartment opened. The warmth was normal, considering they lived in New York and it was January. The thick, heavy scent of Percy’s heat was less routine.
She dropped her keys by the door and removed her shoes, burgeoning arousal making her movements clumsy. She could hear him already—the sound of panting breaths and slick noises.
“I’m home,” she called as stood again and moved towards the living room. “Percy, where—”
There he was, naked and sprawled on the couch on top of a towel. His head was thrown back across the cushions, thighs spread, one hand fisting his cock rapidly. His cheeks and chest were flushed, and semen painted his stomach and thighs.
She stopped, blood rushing down to her clit. Gods, he was hot.
His hand’s movement faltered, head perking up to look at her. His eyes opened. They were hazy, clouded with lust and heat. “Annabeth,” he whimpered. “Need you. Please.”
She swallowed hard and crossed the room to him, settling next to him on the couch, a hand going to his leg. “Hey, I’m here.”
“Annabeth,” he said, the hand on his cock speeding up. “Annabeth, fuck. Missed you.”
“I know.” She rubbed her thumb across his skin. “I know, Percy. I missed you too.”
He made a high, choked-off noise in his throat, eyes going wide.
Oh, shit. Her grip tightened, fingertips pressing into his skin. “Come on, I’ve got you, it’s okay—”
He moaned, head flopping back again as he came, hips rocking as he fucked into his hand.
Her throat tightened as she watched him, heat curling in her gut. She’d get a chance to fuck him later. She knew that. But dammit, she wanted to be the one bringing him through this.
He relaxed a moment later, slumping back into the couch cushions, breath settling out. He opened his eyes. Looked over at her. A lazy grin spread across his still-flushed face. “Hey, Wise Girl.”
“Seaweed Brain.” She squeezed his thigh one last time, leaning in for a kiss before she stood. “Is this the second time? Third?”
“How did you know,” he said fondly. “Second time.”
She crossed to the kitchen, crouching to retrieve the milder hand soap from under the sink and straightening to wash her hands. “Cum on you when I walked in,” she called back to him.
“Right.” She could hear the affection in his voice. “Well, I think I’ve got maybe fifteen minutes before it sets in again.”
“That long?”
He paused. “Maybe less. Hard to say.”
She shook off her hands and went to dry them on the bathroom towel, then went back to the living room. Percy was still sitting on his towel on the couch, dabbing at his abdomen with a kleenex.
“Couch, or bedroom?” Annabeth asked.
He looked up at her. She could still see the heat flush on his cheeks, his scent glands swollen on either side of his neck.
She was wet already. Damn.
“Bedroom?” he asked. “I just came out here ’cause I wanted to see you as soon as you got home.”
“Good.”
She had him situated in the bedroom quickly enough, hips positioned over another old towel so his slick didn’t mess up the sheets. Then she went through the motions: gathering juice and snacks for the bedside table, unearthing wet wipes so they could at least pretend to be cleaning up between waves, putting Riptide, her knife, and some ambrosia were nearby in case of emergency, and making sure all their sex toys—and her hands—were clean and dry. By the time all that was done and she’d returned to the bedroom, Percy was panting again, fisting the sheets and squirming.
“Annabeth—uhn—need you. Need you in me.”
He sounded desperate already, half-gone on hormones and lust.
She stripped down to her underwear and climbed onto the bed with him. He looked up at her, fingers touching his own hipbone. He wasn’t actually touching himself, which had to be a feat.
Her hand ran down his thigh, feeling the tackiness of the sweat that had gathered on his thigh as he waited. “You haven’t fingered yourself yet,” she said in a low voice. “Have you?”
He shook his head, hips thrusting up into nothing. She could see the slick stain under them. “No, not yet—not yet.”
“Good boy,” she purred, then settled into position between his legs, hand slipping down. Annabeth slipped a finger between his cheeks, circling his hole with gentle pressure. He was so fucking wet like this, more so than when he was just aroused. This was heat, and his body wasn’t taking any chances.
“Please, please, please,” Percy chanted, voice cracking. “In me, please, haven’t had anything—Annabeth!”
She pushed inside him, burying her finger up to her knuckles. He took her easily, the heat helping him relax. Shit. He was so warm inside, his muscles fluttering around her finger as she began to fuck him gently.
“That’s it,” she said gently. “That’s it, relax for me, Percy.”
His thighs fell open and he went boneless, relaxing into her touch, panting.
“Good boy.” She added another finger easily and he twitched, whining. Sometimes she really wished she could’ve been born with a cock—a guy, or maybe an alpha—just so she could feel him gripping her, feel his heat so intimately. Still, fingering felt fucking good, and her strap got him through his heats.
“Love you,” Percy gasped as she crooked her fingers, searching for his prostate. “Love you, I—” He keened when she found it, body going almost rigid, back arching beautifully into the air.
She stilled, just watching, breath caught in her throat until he collapsed back down again. “Good,” she said, then began to fuck him again. “So good for me, Percy—you’re so handsome.”
He whimpered, hips pushing down to meet her, chasing her. He was getting looser and looser now—honestly, he could probably take the strap by now. She added a third finger, anyway, relishing the way he shuddered and moaned as his rim stretched to accommodate it.
She thrust in and out gently, letting him open up to it, and it couldn’t have been more than a minute before he was moaning with each press in, whimpering when she drew out.
Gods.
“Want your cock,” he said as she fucked him. “Want to feel you, want the knot.”
“I know,” she said. “Just another minute. I want to make sure you’re ready for it, okay?”
He whined.
“Shh,” she said, giving him a few more thrusts before gradually pulling out. Percy shook as she did, body clenching, grasping at her.
Annabeth wiped her fingers off on the towel, then moved up the bed to kiss him on the forehead. “Hey, Seaweed Brain. Hold on while I get the strap, okay?”
He nodded, just watching her with a distant gaze. His lips were red and swollen, probably from biting them, and she kissed him before sliding off the bed.
It didn’t take long for her to get the harness on, but by the time she was done, Percy was whimpering, breathing hard through gritted teeth. He watched her as she moved back to her spot between his legs, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.
“Ready?” she asked, slicking her cock with lube.
Of course, with him in heat, the question was more of a formality than anything else, but it was still comforting when he spread his legs, baring his hole to her.
“Fuck me,” he said. “Please.”
She hummed, then moved over him, hips lining up, guiding the head of her cock to his entrance. “Here we go. Relax.”
Percy keened as she pushed in, shuddering, his body spasming. She could smell his relief on the air, his scent shifting as she filled him.
“That’s it, Percy, fuck,” she cursed. He was just about sucking her in, his body welcoming her. God, heat sex was the best.
“Annabeth,” he moaned brokenly, “gods.”
“Leave them out of this, Seaweed Brain,” she said breathlessly as she pulled out and began to thrust. “This one’s between us.”
He laughed at that, though the sound turned back into panting moans as she pushed in again.
The world reduced to the moment-to-moment impressions of fucking. She could feel the burn in her arms and abs from holding herself up and thrusting, the sweat on her skin. The feverish heat of Percy’s flesh wherever they touched, his moans and the slick noises her cock made as it fucked into him over and over again. And his scent, tinging everything with the heady smell of Percy.
His sounds began to change, rising in pitch as she sped up. It wouldn’t be long now, not if she did this right. Annabeth angled her hips into him, trying to find the right angle to push him over the edge.
When she did, he moaned loudly, eyes flying open and meeting hers. He made a noise that almost could’ve been her name, the syllables slurring together too much to be sure.
“That’s it, Percy,” she said, her voice breathless. “That’s it, you can do it.” She moved to support herself on one arm, the other going to his cock. He was tacky from the lube he must’ve used earlier, but a swipe over his tip brought pre-come down to slick the way, and then she was pumping him in time with her thrusts.
“Ahh, fuck, Annabeth!” he cried out, hips jerking as he came. She fucked him through it, aiming to grind against his prostate, and it seemed to work with the way his moans merged into wails.
She gave him another thrust, two, then shoved hard.
He moaned again, body jerking roughly as the knot entered him and settled inside. “Shit,” he whimpered. “Shit.”
“That’s it,” she said gently, then collapsed onto her elbows, forehead resting on his chest. “Fuck, Percy, that was so hot.”
He made an unintelligible noise, and one hand tangled in her hair.
Oh, that was good. She was on edge, fucking buzzing with arousal.
“Good?” Percy managed. His voice sounded rough.
“Yeah. Very good.” She reached a hand down between them, pressing her finger under the base of her cock over her clit and starting to jerk herself off. The first movement there sent lighting through her and she gasped.
“Fuck, are you touching yourself?”
“Yeah,” she murmured. “Just—hang on, be there in a sec.”
He exhaled sharply, hands coming up to wrap around her shoulders.
It didn’t take long to get herself off with how worked up she was, and soon she was shaking, clenching down on nothing at all as Percy whispered to her, rubbing soothing circles into her shoulders. Then she relaxed properly, going boneless on his chest.
“Fuck,” Percy said. “That was good.”
“Yeah?” She looked up at him, taking in the flush that remained on his cheeks, the fondness in his eyes, then tucked her head again. “Yeah.”
“Thanks for coming home early for me,” he said. “It’s not the same without you.”
“Not a problem. They owed me a favor anyway.”
“Hmm.” She could hear his smile in the pitch of his hum. “Still, thanks.”
“Yeah.” She nuzzled into his chest, breathing deep. He smelled more sated than he had since she got home. Might actually get a few hours out of this one, if all went well. Knots were handy like that.
“So good,” Percy murmured. “So fucking good.”
She could feel him twitch, the movement pushing the base of her cock against her gently.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “Love you.”
“You too.”