Title: Style
Genre: Percabeth AU
Word Count: 3853
Song: Style by Taylor Swift

Author's Note: ok this is the first official smut in this book and I've decided to post it. I thought why not because everyone loves some smutty 1960s Percabeth right ? Also bear with me because this sex scene may be bad (keep in mind that I'm a virgin lol) This ones for you samantha-uwu LMFAO
I really kinda like this idk 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

WARNING: the sexual scenes in this one shot are not meant to make anyone uncomfortable or offend you. Read at your own risk.

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ANNABETH WAITED PATIENTLY by the window. Every few seconds, she glanced over her shoulder. Her parents would kill her if they found out she was going out this late, and they make it even more painful if they knew who she was going out with.

To be perfectly honest, she knew she shouldn't have said yes; she only ends up hurt when she's with him. But she couldn't stay away. He was a bad boy—everyone at school knew it—but maybe that's why Annabeth wanted him so badly.

She was the good girl—straight A's, good friends. She was supposed to be dating Jason Grace, star of the football team. It was what everyone wanted her to do. But what about what she wanted? Sure, Jason was the token, All-American Boy, perfect to bring home to mom and dad. But Annabeth wanted something else, something exciting.

Percy Jackson was the bad boy—he smoked cigarettes in the boys' bathroom before he skipped class. He rode around in his black mustang convertible, the wind blowing through his untamed, jet-black hair. His green eyes were so incredibly deep; like the ocean in a storm. That's what Percy was—the ocean in a storm.

But people rarely got to look behind the curtain. To everyone else, he was just another troubled kid. The only difference was his good looks and courage. He wasn't scared to get in trouble. And you could tell, by the way he walked the halls in his white t-shirt, sleeves rolled up to show off his arms. He was gorgeous—the boy all the girls secretly wanted. But Annabeth, being the popular good-girl, was, surprisingly, the only thing he wanted.

And she was stupid enough to let him have her. Secretly, of course. Annabeth knew he wasn't good for her; they were polar opposites. But maybe she wanted to be a little bad. Maybe that's why she was letting him pick her up.

Midnight
You come and pick me up no headlights
Long drive
Could end in burning flames or paradise

She got in the car without a word. Percy pulled away from the curb and they began driving. She didn't know where they were going, but she didn't care. The sense of not knowing was euphoric. Percy was such a wildcard, Annabeth couldn't stay away. He made her weak in the knees and pulled her in with his incredible, mysterious magnetizm. She knew that she was making a deal with the devil when she got in his car.

Percy glanced over at her, and in that split second, their eyes connected. He suddenly looked away. It was impossible for Annabeth to figure out what he wanted. One second, he was all over her, and the next, he didn't know her. It had been a while since he had called her out like this.

"Why did you call me?" she asked.

Fade into view, oh
It's been a while since I have even heard from you

"Why did you come?" He looked over at her, his eyes just as piercing as his question. She said nothing and looked back through her open window. Percy pulled onto the highway, and Annabeth leaned into the breeze. If she was with anyone else, she would have to worry about her hair or her makeup, but Percy didn't care about that. Besides; she had come prepared for this and wore her hair already loose.

"This isn't good for me," she said into the rushing wind.

Percy heard her anyways. "Then why do you always come back?" Sometimes he spoke only in questions. It killed her, because they were always the questions she never wanted to answer. She should just tell him to take her home; she knew this was a mistake. But she indulged herself, letting her curiosity rule. Let's see where this goes...

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I
Know exactly where it leads but I
Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

Annabeth looked over at Percy. She just had to admire him for a second. He was tragically beautiful, like the Greek heroes she read about as a child—so much potential, but headed for an early doom. She knew he was dangerous, but he was so dreamy. They contrasted so much, but Percy had once admitted to her that he liked that.

With her red lips and curly blonde hair always in a perfect ponytail, she was opposite of what you'd think he'd want. She barely listened to the music he did, she didn't really smoke, and... she was virgin when they met. Of course, he had taken care of that. But it was odd; Percy had been so gentle. She could barely believe it, the way he whispered to her, the way he carefully touched her. Thinking about it sent shivers up her spine.

Of course, they had been on and off. They always ended up fighting about something; that was the thing about being with your polar opposite. It's fun until you disagree. And one thing they had in common was their ability to be unflinchingly stubborn.

But each time, they came back to each other. Percy called and Annabeth picked up the phone. It was like no matter how much they fought, they still wanted each other. They still craved the intoxicating feeling the other gave them. No matter how many times she stormed out on him, or he didn't meet her eyes in the hallways, it would never get old. It was too important to them, as much as they didn't want to admit it.

You got that James Dean day dream look in your eye
And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style

They finally stopped somewhere and Percy got out of the car. Annabeth followed him out to the ledge before the guardrail. They were pulled over at the top of a hill, overlooking the lights of the city. She gazed out longingly.

Annabeth always wanted to live in the city, to get away from the boring lull of the suburbs. She wanted to create her own cities some day, as an architect. She wanted to build something permanent, something so breathtakingly beautiful, you had to stop to admire it.

When she glanced over at Percy, the city lights below casting a glow over his face, highlighting his prominent jawline and high cheekbones, she slightly smiled. She wanted to recreate the kind of beauty before her now. A thought passed through her head.

How many girls would kill to be her right now? How many girls would never get to know Percy the way she did?

Percy looked up, meeting her eyes. He stood up straight and took his hands from the pockets of his leather jacket, grabbing her waist. She kissed him, slowly at first, but then more fervently. Her fingers found their way into his mop of black hair, playing with and tugging at the little strands. His hand on her waist glided down further, his fingers slipping inside the hem of her skirt ever so slightly.

They stayed like that for a long time, just letting each other feel that moment. There was nothing else in the world but Percy's face in her hands and his hands on her waist.

You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt
And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style

They soon got back in the car, Annabeth straightening out her clothes. She had stopped Percy before they did anything. She didn't know if she was ready to give him what he wanted just yet. She fixed her blouse and straightened her skirt, pulling up her knee-high socks and throwing her jacket in the backseat; it was warm enough that she didn't need it. And after she kissed Percy, she felt a little hot. He must have as well, for he put his leather jacket in the back.

That jacket... It was like Percy's letterman jacket, only it wasn't for sports. It was still a token that you were his. It smelled like cologne and cigarette smoke; Percy. She loved wearing it.

He began driving again, pulling back onto the road. One hand was on the steering wheel, the other on her thigh. His hand on her leg sent sparks throughout her body. He couldn't stop glancing at her while he drove, his churning, sea-green irises examining her. She only met his gaze a few times, and it was usually to tell him to keep his eyes forward.

He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and took one out, lighting it while they waited for the light to turn green. Annabeth watched as he inhaled the smoke. She didn't do it herself, but sometimes she would smoke if Percy did. She reached over and he gave her the cigarette. She took a hit, inhaling the smoke and breathing it out. She knew he liked watching her smoke; she didn't know why, but he just got this smirk on his face when he watched her. Annabeth handed it back to Percy.

He took another puff and exhaled the smoke. He was surrounded in sort of a smokey halo in the headlights of passing cars. She knew that smoking was supposed to calm your nerves, so she could see how someone as tense as Percy needed to.

That was everyone's misconception about him; everyone thought he was so laid back and easygoing. The truth was that that was all a facade. He was extremely tense and stressed. He never told Annabeth very much as to why, just that he was. That seemed to be the thing with Percy; there was no why with him—he just was.

So it goes
He can't keep his wild eyes on the road

They drove back to Percy's apartment. From what Annabeth had gathered, he had a father, but he lived alone. He led her up and unlocked the door. She walked inside, not turning on the lights. He threw his jacket over the arm of the sofa. She had been here enough times to feel comfortable in the tiny space. To be honest, it was a shithole; Percy had told her that himself. But it was his. It was his and no one else's. The second he had scrounged up enough money to afford it, he was out of his dad's place.

Annabeth couldn't imagine how bad it must have been for him to move out young. She knew Percy's father hadn't been good to him, but she didn't know all the details. Percy never let her in that far.

Annabeth noticed a stocking on the floor that wasn't hers. That was when she remembered seeing him around with Jenny Walters. Oh, how that had made her blood boil. She and Percy weren't exclusive and it had been when they were fighting, but it still made her jealous. And he knew that.

"How did it go with Jenny?" Annabeth asked, the venom of her bite subtle, but dangerous.
Percy's eyes suddenly flashed to hers. The light of a streetlamp streamed through his window, showing her only his eyes. Something flashed through his irises, his pupils dilated.

Takes me home
The lights are off he's taking off his coat
I said I heard, oh
That you've been out and about with some other girl

"It doesn't matter," he said, stepping closer to her.

Annabeth felt anger bubbling in her gut, and she started to explode. "Oh really?" she asked incredulously. "Why doesn't it matter, Percy? Because it matters to me!"

"It doesn't matter because she's not you," he said, perfectly calm. They were standing close together now, Annabeth's chest grazing his when she breathed. He dipped his head and kissed her ear. "No one will ever be you."

Annabeth had known that from the second they locked eyes. No one would ever do to her what Percy could. No one could ever make her feel even half the excitement that he did. No one would ever live up to that. And that was terrifying to her.

He said what you heard is true but I
Can't stop thinking 'bout you and I
I said I been there too a few times

They looked into each other's eyes for a second. Percy would always be an enigma to her, but she knew she would spend her entire life trying to figure him out. He kissed her softly, tilting her chin up so their lips met. The kiss soon grew into something more. Percy's hand reached down to her thigh, pulled her leg up. She moaned as his other hand pulled her thigh, silently telling her to jump. She did and he caught her. Annabeth wrapped one arm across his shoulders, the other splayed on his cheek, keeping his lips on hers.

He walked back until Annabeth hit a wall, Percy pressing her between himself and the surface. He pushed his hips further between her legs, putting the pressure right where they needed it. She pulled away for a second, gasping for air. He trailed his hands up her side and under her shirt. His fingers glided slowly before they reached her bra. Percy kissed her again and felt her up over her bra. But she wanted him to touch her—forget about her clothes. She quickly undid the buttons of her blouse and threw it aside. Then she reached for the hem of his shirt and haphazardly tugged it off over his shoulders.

Their lips reconnected for a brief moment before Percy's mouth worked its way down her neck. He found a spot about half way down her neck, pushing her hair aside and sucking the skin.

"Annabeth," he groaned. Hearing her name from his lips... it turned her on every time. After he left a hickey, he kissed down her shoulder, pushing aside her bra strap. Moving her hands from his hair to the clasp, Annabeth took off her bra. Percy kissed her as he palmed her breasts, making her moan.

You got James Dean day dream look in your eye
And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style

Before she knew it, Percy was carrying her into his bedroom. He threw her on the bed, crawling over her. She unbuttoned his jeans, her fingers just grazing the already sizable bulge in his pants and she smirked. After taking off his pants, Percy quickly began working on her nipples, making her moan.

Annabeth had felt insecure when she had given herself to Percy for the first time. She didn't know what she was doing, and she felt stupid because he was so experienced. That thought also made her uncomfortable. How many other girls had he touched like this? How many other names had he moaned? She knew that she couldn't think that way, and she didn't—at least, not anymore. It didn't matter, because he wanted her now, and he was hers just as much as she was his.

He trailed down to her skirt hem and pulled it off. He kissed further down until he reached the lining of her panties. He looked up to meet her eyes. That one look was all she needed to give him so he knew that this was what she wanted. He pulled off her underwear and hovered over her, his breath fanning her and making her moan.

His fingers gently grazed her, circling her opening. She was already incredibly wet; Percy never had a hard time making that happen. He lowered himself so his mouth met her and he licked a hot stripe up her center. Her breathing quickened and she moved her hands to his hair. He started fingering her, his tongue working her clit at the same time.

Annabeth was moaning involuntarily at this point, and rather loudly. She just couldn't help it. Percy was damn good with his fingers. Soon enough, her stomach tightened and she climaxed. Percy trailed kisses back up to her mouth, connecting their lips again.

You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt
And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style

He worked quickly, pulling off his underwear. They kissed once more before Annabeth could feel Percy at her entrance. She let out a shuddering breath in anticipation. She wanted him so badly.

"Ready?" he breathed. Annabeth nodded as he pushed into her. She moaned and Percy bit her lip as he pulled away from their kiss. Their breathing quickened with his pace.

"Fuck, Percy," she moaned. A groan rattled from the back of Percy's throat, the guttural sound making her tighten around him. He moaned her name into her ear and she gripped his shoulders harder. He continued to pound into her until both of them were moaning a little bit louder than they should have been. Soon, Annabeth's moans came out high-pitched—the mewling sound Percy always seemed to strive for.

"Shit, Annabeth..." Percy breathed. And with a few more thrusts, Annabeth came, Percy following in suit. She came down from the clouds, biting her lips and her hands roaming his chest. He kissed her before pulling out and laying next to her.

She curled into his side and he reached his arm around her. She placed a small kiss on his chest as he heaved a sigh. They just laid in silence for a while, taking each other in.

"No one will ever be you," he repeated, his voice filling the void of silence throughout the whole room. She looked up at him. "I don't know why you worry so much. You shouldn't."

"It's like you think I enjoy worrying about things," she scoffed. "It's not a voluntary thing, you know," she said, offended. She sat up and got up off the bed. She walked into the bathroom, closing the door with a little more force. She wanted Percy to know she was mad.
She quickly used the bathroom and washed her hands, pulling on his oversized t-shirt before Percy opened the door.

"I never said it was voluntary," he said. "I just—"

"You just what?" she nearly yelled. "You just think that you can go around with whatever girl you want and I won't get jealous?" By this point Annabeth stood facing him. "You're supposed to be mine, Percy. But this is what I get... this is what I get for trying to tame a wild horse," she muttered to herself.

"How am I supposed to be yours when you don't want to be around me? Little Miss Perfect could never be seen with a scoundrel like me, huh?" he almost yelled back.

"That doesn't matter anymore. It's not like you care enough to fight for this anyways!" It was happening again; they would fight and just go right back to each other. But this was how they worked. Annabeth needed to raise her voice to have a real conversation sometimes. Percy needed to yell back so they could communicate. It was bad; it wasn't good for either of them. But it was like a drug; they couldn't let go.

"Of course I care, Annabeth! You're the only person who gets it, you're the only person who I can breathe around. No one can make me feel the way you do. I don't love anyone like I love you!" he rambled. When they had realized what he said they locked eyes.

Take me home
Just take me home
Just take me home

Annabeth got chills. "You what?"

Percy swallowed. "I love you, Annabeth." He looked at her sadly.

Tears rose in her eyes as he waited for her to say something. Percy loved her. But did she love him back? She did. But she was too scared to admit it. Love wasn't supposed to be this messy. Love wasn't supposed to be having amazing sex and then screaming at each other minutes later.

But maybe... maybe it was supposed to be like this. Maybe their love was supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be reckless and fun and dangerous. It was supposed to be difficult. It had to be. Because if it was easy, it wouldn't be as deep and as addicting as it was. It wouldn't be theirs.

"That's what I thought..." Percy said before turning and walking out of the bathroom.

"I love you, too," Annabeth called after him. He turned in surprise, their eyes locking in place. "I love you," she said again.

Percy slowly walked to her, his bare feet making almost no noise against the tile. He pulled her close to him and kissed her slowly. She cupped his face as one hand reached around her waist and the other buried in her hair.

"No one will ever be you, Annabeth Chase," he whispered.

"Only you, Percy Jackson," she whispered back.

You got that James Dean day dream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style

"I'll see you later," Percy said, kissing her once more before they parted ways. She watched from her locker as he walked down the hallway. She admired his long, black hair and his broad shoulders through his white t-shirt.

"Annabeth, are insane!?" Miranda asked, suddenly at her side. "That's Percy Jackson, the school's bad boy. Everyone wants a piece of him," she warned.

"Yeah," Annabeth sighed dreamily. Percy glanced back at her, winking. "But he's all mine."

You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt
And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style

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