Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

Pizza Delivery

A/N: by Fist-it-out on ffn
@that one person who requested it

Lets see. There are little pieces from Not Bad, For Such a Huge Nerd and other stories. Sorry not sorry. Uh, don't bother me about unprotected sex. You see, this is a fictional story, so I will not bother with safe sex and all. That does not mean I condone unprotected sex. Be an adult and put on a condom. Just cause you read a story where Percy Jackson didn't put on a condom or even thought about condoms, doesn't mean you don't have to. If Percy Jackson jumped off a cliff, would you?

Yes.

Shut up. Go use a condom you baby.

And begin:

Everyday, between 6:45 and 8:10, Annabeth would reserve the hour+ for showering and...anything else that needed to be taken care of in the privacy of her room. Sure, she lived alone. But she still needed to make sure she was in private. She had no actual idea why someone was knocking on her door, while she was showering.

She wrapped a towel around her wet body, moving quickly across her small apartment to open the door. Standing on the other side was a very tall man, wearing a red shirt with a matching SnapBack, turned backwards, hiding a mess of black hair. His eyes were sparkling green, and he smiled charmingly at her.

"I have a pizza for Annabeth Chase. Would you happen to be Annabeth Chase?"

"I didn't order a pizza," she stated.

"Well, you seem to be Annabeth Chase, who lives here. And it's paid for, so I'd just take it. Unless you hate pizza or something."

"What? What sick-minded evil person hates pizza?" Annabeth said, taking the large box of pizza from his hands.

"There's a message, too," he said. He cleared his throat. "Annabeth, please take me back. I know you blocked me, and you aren't reading my texts. I can make it work, babe. I know how much you love pizza, like how much I love you. Take me back, babe. Xoxo Ryan."

She rolled her eyes, saying "Of course it's Ryan. Always Ryan."

"Enjoy your pizza," he said.

"Thanks, have a good night." Annabeth said.

"You too," he said, then she closed the door.

Annabeth put the box on the kitchen counter, then went back to her room, picking up her phone. She went on Snapchat, unblocking this Ryan kid and opening a chest with him.

Annabeth: Get a grip, get a life, and GET OVER IT!

Annabeth: We broke up over six months ago! I will move, if that's what it takes!

Before she could get a reply, she threw her phone onto her bed, moving to put on clothes. Or, at least, put on a pair of panties and a tee shirt. She just invited her best friend, Piper, to share her pizza.

The next week, Annabeth was in her room, scrolling through her feed in her undies when there was a knock at the door. She tried to ignore it, but when it came a third time, she got up, throwing on a tee shirt with a resigned sigh. She opened the door, making eye contact with the pizza guy.

Its definitely warmer then the last time she saw him, and he definitely is enjoying the heat of late May. The only indication that he works at the pizza place is his hat, worn in the correct way this time. He's wearing a red tee shirt, much like his uniform but without the logo and the loose fit, and a pair of loose gym shorts. He's got a sheen of sweat on his skin, probably out delivering all day. Goddamn, this guy is gorgeous. She hadn't really noticed before, but, wow! He's tall, and he has black hair. And good god, he must work out every single day because he's fucking ripped and she wonders what his arms would feel like if they were holding her up against the wall while he-