Imagine Rob Lucci fucking you senseless after a long day at work. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ 18+ mdni
I can imagine him being tired, all pent up after spending weeks doing dirty Government business, and once home he’ll find you dozed off in bed. Cute, small, and terribly vulnerable.
He can’t help himself tracing your shoulder, long hair slithering down your cheeks as he starts skimming his hand down your thigh. reaching between your lace. When you whine all slurry from sleep he’ll only hum, fingers making it past your panties.
“Shhh, sit still.” Voice low, dark before slipping a finger between your folds. he’ll want to make you wet for him before thrusting into you like the little doll you are. he’ll start fingering you, first slow and steady, your thighs clenching against his hand, making him tch’
“you want me to stop? no? then behave.” and when you listen he circles your clit as reward, go down and kiss your neck and collarbones, fingering starting to grow fast, sloppy and wet. hearing your cute moans makes him so hard, nibbling your throat to keep himself from dry humping you.
and when you press your ass against his crotch, nudging and feeling how hard he is, that’s when his self control snaps at last and slips his cock out his slacks. his hard blunt edging your pretty cunt before slipping in. and he won’t be gentle or slow no he’s going to fuck you like he owns you, your back pressed against his chest as he manhandles your breast and clit.
he’s spent so much time away from you he can’t help being so sloppy and mean, thrusting into like you’re some meat glove, his pace hard, erratic, keeping his low grunts inside of him as he feels how tight and wet your walls are around him.
He’s missed you so much, your scent, your skin your moans, spending weeks without having you to suck him off has made his need for control turn strained. all he wants is to feel your walls throb against him. his fucking starts becoming becoming fast, pacing turning you over to your stomach to rut in to you.
“l-lucci—“ he shoves a finger inside that loud mouth of yours. “keep quiet,” when you gag on his finger he smirks, hand going to your throat instead. Squeezing his grip as he fucks you from behind. his other hand circles, nudges and pulls on your clit relentlessly. your legs starting to shake.
you cry out his name, feeling your walls clench around him as he grips onto you like you’re his slut and not his girl. your walls are throbbing when you eventually reach your orgasm.
“lucci.. im gonna—“ he’ll lean into your ear, breath hot. “cum then, you’ve earnt it.” and you do, clenching and tensing as he fucks you through your high. feeling his hot seed pool down your abdomen. filling you to the very brim and still, he keeps moving. Rutting into you, hips still moving, slower this time. and when you heave, face pressing into your pillows only then will he momentarily stop, still sheathed inside of you before kissing your temple.
“you’re too good for me,” hand placing itself over your stomach. Pressing his hand and you whine, still feeling him inside of you. “but im not done with you just yet.”
seriously, work really pent him up (๑•́ -•̀) ‧₊˚.
divider by @cursed-carmine @dollywons