⚠️ Warnings: NSFW, Perachel, pegging, praise kink
@skullsandcorals you ask and I shall deliver, my dear. 💙
Rachel loved her boyfriend's ass. It was such a beautiful, peachy bottom, perfect to bite into.
The first time she noticed that ass was after he scared the hell out of her, during their first meeting, but it wasn't the last time. Percy was always around, his ass tempting, alluring her.
One time, before the war, before getting together, she made the mistake of sitting behind him in maths - usually Percy sat at the back of the room, but that time the teacher made him sit in the front row -, and the only thing he leant during that class was the shape of the globe. Round, firm, perfect globes. Percy was always fidgeting, trying to stay awake and attentive, learning forward, squirming in his seat, never relaxing, never letting Rachel to look away.
(After the class she might or might not had to go to the bathroom to relieve herself. That ass...)
Even when they were fighting for their lives, that round bottom was irritatingly distractive. Thank gods, they won, and she survived, because she would have blamed Percy forever for her death.
Getting together with Percy was even harder. As the virgin Oracle of Apollo, staying chaste when one had Percy Jackson as their boyfriend was torture. At least, she only swore to stay a virgin, and not to keep her hands for herself, because those times when their make out turned quite heavy, her hands immediately found their way to is ass, pinching it, squeezing it, playing with it.
They weren't chaste, but they never broke her oath. As Apollo's favorite Oracle, and demigod respectively, they had more leeway than others would, but there were lines they knew better than to cross. But since the last few months, an idea was forming in Rachel's mind.
But they could go all the way. And by that, she meant, she could go a the way - in Percy's perfect ass.
One day, they were taking advantage of the warm and sunny afternoon in her home, laying outside in the garden. She was ready to enjoy the sun on her skin, with a cold glass of lemonade and an exciting crime novel, but.
Well. Percy's gorgeous bottom wrapped in blue skin-tight swim trunks was always a distracting sight.
Not even after a minute of ogling, she gave up on the book, and setting it aside, she knelt over Percy, her legs straddling his, skin meeting skin, making her shiver.
"Well, hello there," he said, turning his head to smile up at Rachel. "Comfy?"
"Yes. The best seat ever. I'm going to sell you to IKEA as their newest couch, and I'm going to get rich," she sassed, placing her hands on his shoulders, massaging him.
"Aren't you rich enough, Miss I-have-my-own-house?" he asked, voice laced with humor, while her hands moved down his slim, muscled back. She felt him relax at her touches, letting her do with him anything she wished to. His trust in her was always a heady feeling.
"You know you always wanted a Sugar Momma, don't deny it." Her fingers were already teasing the edge of his swimming trunks, and when he didn't complain, she slid the tiny cloth off of his body.
"Mmmm," Percy purred like a content, spoiled cat, and Rachel smiled to herself. She slowly slid her hands down, caressing the firm meat almost reverently. Honestly, instead of the gods, Percy's ass should be praised and adored. There should be a Percy religion, or something...
She leaned down and pressed a kiss on the cleft just above his entrance. Percy was relaxed under her hands, under her lips, malleable and pliant, allowing her to with him anything he wanted. So, she did.
She made him kneel on the sunbed, ass raised into the air, so she could get an easy access to his hole. A surge of excitement ran through her body as she leaned forward, her tongue trailed along the flesh between those firm, pretty cheeks until she reached her end goal. Perch shuddered, his already semi-hardness twitched, and his reaction made her almost lose her mind.
She threw herself in exploring the new, exciting territory, licking and sucking, biting and drooling as she made him come undone under her lips and tongue. She altered her speed and technique, diving in quickly, then licking around slowly and torturously. She enjoyed the way his skin felt against her tongue, the way he smelled and tasted, the way his hole was twitching around her, and she especially enjoyed the mewling, desperate noises he was making.
"Rach," he moaned, and she caressed his ass cheek.
"What do you want, my sweet?" She murmured, barely tearing herself away from his entrance.
Percy's body almost trembled under hers. "You," he gasped. She ran her palm across his back, as she crawled over him, to press her lips to his ear.
"Good boy," she whispered, and the sound Percy made was a broken, wounded moan. She loved how utterly responsive he was.
Rachel stood from the bed, making Percy to look up at her, to see what she was about to do. She reached back, untying her bikini top. It fell down on the ground, and soon her panties followed too. Percy tilted his face up, want shining in his eyes, a desire for her, to make her feel good, to set her on fire with his burning passion.
She petted his hair, his eyes locked with hers as she pulled his face against her cunt. His eyes fluttered closed in delight as he pressed his mouth against her lips, looking reverent and worshipping, like he wanted to gorge himself on her juices.
Percy kissed all along her slit, not slipping his tongue inside, but driving her crazy with each lick. It didn't take long until she reached completion - it never took long. Sassing wasn't the only thing his mouth was excellent at.
"Wait for me," she rasped after she didn't feel like her knees were made of jello, and run inside of the house to find her latest purchase.
Before she could rethink what she was about to do, she slid into the harness, and adjusting the added weight in the front, she walked back to her waiting boyfriend, who laid back down the bed. He was an apparation, bathing in the sun, as if not even Apollo himself could resist him.
She could understand the god. She couldn't resist him either.
Rachel sank to her knees behind him, and dipped her finger into the lube she brought with herself. Percy moaned as she slipped one finger into his hole. He was relaxed, as if she wasn't the only one preparing for this minute - her boyfriend was always way smarter than anybody would give credit to. Soon, one finger became two, then tree, and she never felt more powerful than that time.
No. She never felt more powerful than the moment she found that perfect spot that made Percy leak all over her sunbed, and moan like a whore. Rachel rubbed up against that spot again and again, until he was humping the air.
"Are you ready?" She asked, her voice shaking, anticipation flooding her body. She wanted him so bad.
"Yes. I want you in me," he rasped. She took her fake cock in her hand, lubing in graciously, then began to push into the waiting body, slowly, but surely.
"You good?" She asked, not wanting to hurt him.
Percy nodded. Rachel's hands found their way to his hips, steadying herself, leaving her handprints on his skin. It felt so good! He was so open, so slick, so sweet-
He was everything Rachel ever dreamt of.
"Relax, baby," she rubbed his back as he tensed. Her cock was almost fully in. "You are such a good boy, you take me in so good. I love how tight you are around me," she murmured, and for the first time ever, she wished her dildo was really her cock. She wanted to feel his ass squeezing, sucking her in, making her cum inside him.
"Rach, I need you! Please-," he begged so prettily, she couldn't say no. With a forceful thrust, she was fully in, and only her self-restraint stopped her from just pounding into him like there was no tomorrow.
Even if she couldn't feel him, just seeing him take her so perfectly, it was enough to drive her to the edge. Tiny beads of sweet run along her forehead, her hair was a wild mess, the sun was too hot, almost punishingly hot, but nothing mattered.
"I know what you need," she murmured, kissing the back of his neck, and pulled her hips back just to thrust back in. It was a bit awkward first, not having the instincts and body cues she could follow, but after a few tries, she found the perfect rhythm for them.
"Ye-es," Percy moaned. "You are so good for me."
Rachel began moving faster and faster, pulling in and pushing back, fucking him in earnest. With every thrust, her cock rubbed against his prostate, and Rachel knew he was going to come soon.
She took him, showing him, the whole world, the gods above that Percy Jackson was hers, and she knew it wasn't going to be the last time. She could imagine herself fucking his face, forcing his mouth wide open, or making him ride her. The possibilities were endless.
His incoherent moans drove her crazy, and the friction between them, the way she moved, was too good for the both of them to handle. Percy threw his head back, shouting her name as he came, tensing around her, and soon, Rachel followed him. She collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily at the exertion, weak from her orgasm.
It took a bit of time till she could pull out of him, taking down the harness and pressing herself against Percy's naked skin, but it was worth it.
"Good?" she asked tiredly.
"Perfect," Percy smiled, gently caressing her reddened cheeks.
"Good, because we are going to do this again. And again. And again," she declared, and promptly fell asleep, dreaming of bitable, perfect ass cheeks.
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