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greenconversesTitle: Proper Protocol
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Luke/Rachel
Prompt: Villains like redheads too.
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Proper Protocol
The proper protocol for an awkward run-in with the former host of the Titan Lord (who she nailed in the face with a hairbrush when she was fourteen, by the way) at dinner party of her father’s probably isn’t to let him drag her into an empty room, lock the door, and then bend her over the arm of the leather sofa so he can have his way with her.
Rachel’s far from proper, though, so she lets him get away with it because Luke Castellan is drop dead gorgeous in black suit, she was bored at the party, and he sounded like he definitely had something better planned than standing around and listening to trust fund babies whine about their falling stocks.
She doesn’t even know how he crashed her father’s party – for a son of Hermes, it probably wasn’t that hard – or why he's there in the first place, but as his lips trail down the column of her spine, she’s glad he did.
“Percy ever get to do this?” he asks, sliding her dress up around her hips as he kneels behind her. Rachel gasps as a gush of cool air rushes between her heated thighs, and she shakes her head.
“N – no,” she says, moaning as he rubs her pussy over her wet panties. She shoves her hips against his fingers, craving the friction he's providing. “He likes blondes better.”
Luke pulls her thong down her legs, and spreads her wide. She’s open and exposed, and she can feel herself dripping down the inside of her thighs. She shouldn’t be this aroused already; he’s barely done anything but watch her with those sinful blue eyes all night.
“His loss,” Luke replies, and Rachel can’t help but agree with that. She shivers as his hot breath fans her aching flesh. “Good thing I’m a fan of redheads.”
Rachel’s reply is lost in a cry as he drags his tongue through her slick folds, and oh, is he good at this. She presses her cheek into the leather of the sofa cushion, panting as he licks and sucks at her, rough and unrelenting. He’s eating her out more thoroughly than anyone’s ever done before and she bites her lip as his tongue slips inside her, thrusting and probing like he wants to taste every last bit of her.
He pulls away just when she’s at that special edge, and she groans in disappointment, reaching back blindly to grab his head and shove his mouth back on her pussy until he finishes. Luke pushes her hand away.
“I’m not through yet, Rachel, don't worry,” he says with a laugh. “Just wanna try something else.”
Rachel wonders what the hell he means by that, and then that tongue swipes at her asshole.
“Fuck,” she moans, her vision going fuzzy around the edges as he keeps lapping at her hole. She never thought anything could feel so fucking good. “Oh, gods, don’t ever stop. Oh, oh, please, Luke – ”
His mouth’s wicked, tongue blazing hot, and he teases that little ring of flesh until her thighs are shaking and pussy’s clenching and throbbing. Her hips are rutting obscenely, the arm of the sofa digging into her stomach, and she’s begging him to make her come already, she’ll do anything if he just –
The tip of his tongue presses at her entrance, then slides inside, and, oh gods, Rachel’s fingers dig into the leather cushions to anchor her as she comes harder than she ever has in her life. Comes so hard she stops thinking, stops breathing, and – oh fuck, why is he still licking her like that?
“L – Luke,” she moans, sweat sliding down her neck. “I can’t – not so soon – ”
“Sure you can.”
And then his fingers join in, rubbing at her clit as his tongue keeps thrusting in her ass, and Rachel was wrong, this is the hardest she’s ever come in her life, really. Her world goes white and fuzzy, and before she's even come down all the way, Luke’s pulling her upright and turning her around.
His lips are red and wet, and Rachel shivers as they pull into a obscene smirk.
“Better be a little quieter for the next round, Rachel,” he warns as he slips out of his suit jacket and steps in-between her legs. He reaches for her hands, and places them on the top button of his trousers. “Don’t want Daddy Dare to come investigating, do we?”
Rachel shakes her head, knowing there wouldn't be any proper protocol for that.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Luke/Rachel
Prompt: Villains like redheads too.
Notes: Something else of mine that's been lurking unclaimed on the
pjo_kinkmeme for a long time. I thought about expanding it but could never get around to it. Still remains unapologetically dirty. The proper protocol for an awkward run-in with the former host of the Titan Lord (who she nailed in the face with a hairbrush when she was fourteen, by the way) at dinner party of her father’s probably isn’t to let him drag her into an empty room, lock the door, and then bend her over the arm of the leather sofa so he can have his way with her.
Rachel’s far from proper, though, so she lets him get away with it because Luke Castellan is drop dead gorgeous in black suit, she was bored at the party, and he sounded like he definitely had something better planned than standing around and listening to trust fund babies whine about their falling stocks.
She doesn’t even know how he crashed her father’s party – for a son of Hermes, it probably wasn’t that hard – or why he's there in the first place, but as his lips trail down the column of her spine, she’s glad he did.
“Percy ever get to do this?” he asks, sliding her dress up around her hips as he kneels behind her. Rachel gasps as a gush of cool air rushes between her heated thighs, and she shakes her head.
“N – no,” she says, moaning as he rubs her pussy over her wet panties. She shoves her hips against his fingers, craving the friction he's providing. “He likes blondes better.”
Luke pulls her thong down her legs, and spreads her wide. She’s open and exposed, and she can feel herself dripping down the inside of her thighs. She shouldn’t be this aroused already; he’s barely done anything but watch her with those sinful blue eyes all night.
“His loss,” Luke replies, and Rachel can’t help but agree with that. She shivers as his hot breath fans her aching flesh. “Good thing I’m a fan of redheads.”
Rachel’s reply is lost in a cry as he drags his tongue through her slick folds, and oh, is he good at this. She presses her cheek into the leather of the sofa cushion, panting as he licks and sucks at her, rough and unrelenting. He’s eating her out more thoroughly than anyone’s ever done before and she bites her lip as his tongue slips inside her, thrusting and probing like he wants to taste every last bit of her.
He pulls away just when she’s at that special edge, and she groans in disappointment, reaching back blindly to grab his head and shove his mouth back on her pussy until he finishes. Luke pushes her hand away.
“I’m not through yet, Rachel, don't worry,” he says with a laugh. “Just wanna try something else.”
Rachel wonders what the hell he means by that, and then that tongue swipes at her asshole.
“Fuck,” she moans, her vision going fuzzy around the edges as he keeps lapping at her hole. She never thought anything could feel so fucking good. “Oh, gods, don’t ever stop. Oh, oh, please, Luke – ”
His mouth’s wicked, tongue blazing hot, and he teases that little ring of flesh until her thighs are shaking and pussy’s clenching and throbbing. Her hips are rutting obscenely, the arm of the sofa digging into her stomach, and she’s begging him to make her come already, she’ll do anything if he just –
The tip of his tongue presses at her entrance, then slides inside, and, oh gods, Rachel’s fingers dig into the leather cushions to anchor her as she comes harder than she ever has in her life. Comes so hard she stops thinking, stops breathing, and – oh fuck, why is he still licking her like that?
“L – Luke,” she moans, sweat sliding down her neck. “I can’t – not so soon – ”
“Sure you can.”
And then his fingers join in, rubbing at her clit as his tongue keeps thrusting in her ass, and Rachel was wrong, this is the hardest she’s ever come in her life, really. Her world goes white and fuzzy, and before she's even come down all the way, Luke’s pulling her upright and turning her around.
His lips are red and wet, and Rachel shivers as they pull into a obscene smirk.
“Better be a little quieter for the next round, Rachel,” he warns as he slips out of his suit jacket and steps in-between her legs. He reaches for her hands, and places them on the top button of his trousers. “Don’t want Daddy Dare to come investigating, do we?”
Rachel shakes her head, knowing there wouldn't be any proper protocol for that.
