imagine Rob Lucci in a softer mood tonight ~ for @mlemiie , keep your head up high dollie !!! ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎♡ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ 18+ mdni petname: “doll” will be used !
you didn’t notice it at first when he came home, but the signs where there. subtle, faint. with the way he had stroked your cheek whilst you read; slow, careful and entirely out of his character. it caught you off guard. Enough to make your eyes widen when he kissed your cheek. and gently pushed you onto the bed sheets.
it was done all slow, focused and methodical it almost made you stutter. he kissed your cheek, your jaw, travelling to your neck and collarbones.
Lucci’s nibbles were faint, almost just small nips and tighter kisses. hands groping your chest, one calloused hand lifting your thigh.
“you’re mine” he breathed against your skin, kissing your jaw again. “all mine.” he skims your pantie line with one finger, teasing, caressing. “say it.” he circles over the fabric, pressing one thumb and finger onto your clit and folds. earning your answer. “yours. im yours, lucci”
and he kisses you on the lips, sealing that proclamation. slipping two lengths into your folds, panties still on as he fingers you, thumb circling your clit.
you spread your legs and wrap yourself over his abdomen, arms slung over his shoulders.
“l-lucci.. i—” you breathe out his name, growing close as he fingers fucks you through it, kissing your neck. “louder.” he commands and you obey.
he lets you reach your high, lets you cum and squeeze your thighs against him. fingering you through it. and he just takes in your face during it. “you look pretty like this, vulnerable and weak by me.” he kisses you again, forcing your cheeks to burn. and as you come down your high, he brings his fingers to his mouth and give them a quick lick before sliding your pantie down your thigh, grabbing your hips as he aligns himself above you. his touch soft. not rough. not mean. but soft. and the way his gaze has been on you tonight — dark and stoic but not.. cold. it’s unusual.
“lucci, is everything okay?” he knows what you mean but his expression remains quiet, passive with only the faintest pull of brows. hand landing on your cheek, thumb rubbing. a gesture unheard of. and just when you think he’ll speak, he shoves himself into you. turning rough.
his length fills you up, hitting up to your cervix as he steadily moves his hips, fucking you slow and measured. taking in every moan you make, every breath hitched and spine arched as his grip on your hips digs deeper. harder. his pace starting to match his need, his lust and desire to just fuck you more.
you repeat his name, over and over again as he thrusts into you, and he drinks it all up with a frown, your walls sucking him in, control starting to shatter. “yeah, let them all know who you belong to, fuck—“ his hips stutters when your legs clench around him tighter, eliciting a muffled groan from him. he falls forward, thrusting into you deeper as his breath is on your neck, “i’m gonna mark you, knot you up if i have to, let them all know who’s doll this is.”
and he does. he pounds into you, rhythm growing sloppy as you and him become nothing but sex, scent and sweat. your wet and squelching as he forces himself into you. when he cums, he’ll still fuck you, rut into you, not stopping as he fills you up with his seeds or when he press a hand over ur stomach, and watch his cum squeeze out. tonight, he’s going to fuck his cubs into you, so to scent you, mark you. leave an imprint on himself on you. you’re his afterall.
Lucci can be sweet… in his own moody kitty way ♡⸝⸝