Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

So Bad But He Does It So Well 5

@greenconverses on ao3

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"Why do these shirts have to have so many damn buttons?"

Annabeth rolls her eyes at Percy's grunt of frustration from within his dressing room, drumming her fingers on the wooden arm of her chair impatiently. "Oh, please. They're not any worse than any of your other button ups. Just because they actually have sleeves and a distinct lack of safety pins..."

"Ridiculous," he grumbles again, his voice echoing his displeasure. "And do I really have to tuck it in?"

"Yes, Percy. You really do," she replies, exasperated. She's thankful that no other customers have come into the dressing rooms and witnessed her boyfriend acting like a petulant five-year-old. If he hadn't wanted her help to shop for a suit, he shouldn't have asked in the first place. "Just be glad I didn't pick out a vest for you to try on, too."

Percy says nothing in response to this, though she can imagine he's scowling in her direction from the other side of the door. She hears his belt jingle as he secures it around his waist, followed by a clatter as a hanger is knocked to the floor and another muffled round of swearing. Annabeth sighs, probably a little too loudly and pointedly, and checks her phone, firing off a few texts to Reyna and Piper to keep herself amused.

"You're gonna have to help me with the tie," Percy says over the sound of his dressing room door unlatching and swinging upon. "Fuck if I know how to put one on."

Annabeth resists the urge to comment about his foul language as she tucks her phone back into her purse. She glances over at his dressing room once more and - oh, hello Percy Jackson.

Despite the scowl her boyfriend sports as he adjusts the collar of his dress shirt in the three-way mirror, Percy wears the midnight blue suit she'd selected for him like a second skin. He's all clean, tight lines and gorgeous angles, especially from behind. She knew Percy could cut an impressive figure if he dumped his baggy shirts, but nothing like this. Sweet lord, those shoulders alone...

"Well?" Percy said, turning around for her inspection. "How's it look?"

Unbelievable, Annabeth thinks, leisurely dragging her eyes up from his shiny dress shoes toward his face. Every piece of the suit fits looks impeccable on him; the color suits his dark hair and tan skin, and the fit is even better from the front. She's plenty used to Percy's skinny jeans, but the snug tailoring of his dress pants is inspiring plenty of lust-filled thoughts on its own. His tie is loose around his neck, where the top button of the light blue dress shirt is undone, giving him just a touch of his trademark dishevelment.

"You look - you look - "

Impossibly handsome. Downright delicious. Professional, dapper, suave...

"I look what, Annabeth?" he prompts again, propping his hands on his waist, inadvertently sweeping the edges of suit jacket back in one devastatingly smooth motion. Oh, she is in trouble. He doesn't even know how to wear a suit properly, and he's already doing that? She is so entirely doomed.

"Hngh," she says, causing Percy to quirk a pierced brow in her direction. She clears her throat, feeling a blush beginning to crawl up her cheeks, and sits up straighter in her chair. "You look perfect."

A faint hint of color rises on Percy's cheeks, but he looks pleased with her response. "Even without the tie?"

"Even without the tie," Annabeth echoes, getting to her feet. "Here, I'll show you how to do a Windsor knot."

Percy makes a face as she steps into his space, reaching for him. "There's more than one way to tie a tie? Christ."

She laughs as does up his last button and straightens his collar, smoothing her hands over his collar bones. She reaches for the tie next, loops the ends of the material over each other easily and creating the knot.

"We should get you a couple different ties, too," she says as she pushes the knot up to his neck, making a few minute adjustments. "A thinner tie with a vest would look fantastic with your skinny jeans, and, oh, a bowtie! You have to get one of those."

She buttons up his jacket, smoothing the edges out, and then turns Percy back to the mirror, where even he seems to (finally!) be impressed by the finished product. He turns side to side, examining himself, and runs a hand through his messy hair. The movement makes Annabeth's knees week. Oh, does he have any idea what he's doing to her right now?

"Well, whaddya know," he says after a long moment. "I clean up all right after all."

"God, do you ever," she blurts out, and Percy shoots her an amused smirk. "What? I like men in suits, all right? I especially like you in a suit. You don't have a clue, do you? You look good enough to - to - "

Annabeth loses track of her words as Percy's big hand settles against her neck and he tilts her chin upward so he can thoroughly kiss her. She sighs into his mouth, sliding her arm under his jacket and to his back to press him closer to her, and responds in kind.

"So what you're saying," Percy murmurs against her lips in-between kisses, "is that I need to buy this suit, yeah?"

"Mhmm," Annabeth replies, eyes fluttering shut as his talented fingers caress the sensitive spot at the back of her neck and his mouth begins to move along her jaw. Her hands curls into the material of his dress shirt, her pulse quickening.

"And when we get home," he continues, his voice deepening with sensuous promise, causing heat to pool between her thighs, "I'll need to put it on and fuck you senseless in it, right?"

She gasps as he kisses her again, the hunger and desire for her obvious in his touch, and her mind whirls with debauched images his words have created - Annabeth, on her knees, pulling Percy's cock from his trousers and taking him in her mouth; bent over her desk, moaning as he fucks her from behind; hands lashed together with that new tie of his, helpless as his mouth blazes a tortuously slow trail down her stomach; his jacket draped over her shoulders as she rides him, making him beg for to go faster, please go faster Annabeth. Fuck, she wants it - wants him, in all those ways and more.

A satisfied smirk appears on his lips when he lets go and pulls away, as if he knows exactly where her thoughts have wandered.

Dear god, she's created a monster. A very handsome and debonair monster, but a monster all the same.

"If you can get this on without my help," she replies, proud that her voice is only slightly breathless with lust. She tugs on his tie pointedly. "You can have me any way you want me."

Percy grins, and backs toward his dressing room, unbuttoning the suit jacket slowly, tauntingly as he went. Damn him. "I think you're going to regret saying that, Chase."

She tosses her hair over her shoulder, returning his grin with a confident smile of her own. "I guess we'll just have to find out, now won't we, Jackson?"