Gift Details ♥
Reader: AFAB
Character: Rob Lucci
Kink: #5 #12 #17 - I ended up using all three!
Prompt: #15 "No, you can't use your hands."

Summary: There's not much softness shared between you and Lucci, but things are understood between you both with few words.

Content Notes: rough sex, biting, degradation, forced orgasms, Dom!Lucci isn't big on compromise, consensual 18+

The sharp sting against your ass forces a gasp from you as you hold onto the sheet tighter. Lucci is already buried deep inside you, hips barely moving.

Earlier you had come into the room to talk to him at his behest, and either he was in a good mood, or a bad one, but his hand grabbed your hair, and yanked you to him, before you had so much as closed the doors behind you. You yelped, struggling to keep your feet as barely controlled claws tore the clothes from you.

In the years you'd been with Lucci you had learned not to become attached to any of your clothes. To his credit things would be mended or replaced, as resources and time allowed – and it wasn't like his own clothes fared any better. You were convinced the man had been a beast even before he ate a devil fruit.

Now you were face down, red ass in the air, the tattered remains of your clothes clinging to your sweaty body. Lucci had calmed himself by rutting against you, covering your back in cum before he'd finally pushed his cock deep inside you.

Every time you had moved your hands, either to aid him or yourself, he'd bat your hands away. The low growl of warning that bubbled up in his throat when you had moved to tease yourself was all the notice you needed.

You were not to use your hands.

So instead, you grabbed onto the sheets near your head, and let him sink what pleasures or pains he chose into your body. The sharp sting of the slaps against your ass were already turning into their own pleasure, and what little movement there was inside you, was stirring you up enough.

Lucci had always been a man of few words, his actions speaking more than anything else. Usually, the only sounds between you were your own shaky gasps of pleasure and pain, and Lucci's grunts and growls. Occasionally you would beg, and sometimes he would speak demands into your ears, but for the most part you two communicated nonverbally.

The only times he spoke at length, were when he wanted to degrade you. Knowing full well that his cruel words would do nothing more than expedite your pleasure.

"My sweet little deer." He growls into your ear. "You're being quiet, little whore."

You can feel sharp claws catch lightly against your skin, as he pushes into you more deeply, and runs his fingers over you. Your mouth opens in a whimper and before you can form any words, a sharp, taloned finger presses against your tongue.

"Don't try to be a good girl now." He purrs, hot breath cascading over your face. "I suppose it's on me." His voice sinks into your neck as he rolls his hips, shifting himself inside you. "I've only been playing with my meal up 'til now."

The sound of shifting silk fills your ears, and a moment after he removes his finger from your tongue, he stuffs his rolled-up tie into your mouth.

"Make yourself useful, little slut, and hold onto that." He demands, his hands pushing into the mattress on either side of your shoulders as he finally starts to move inside you.

Long, slow, steady – the motion is smooth and precise, like a tour of all your favorite places. It's the proof, the unspoken statement that despite the rough actions, despite the growls and degrading words, he cared for you. Knew you. Paid attention to all the little signs of pleasure you wouldn't dare to hide from him.

There was no abuse in his actions, he knew what kind of meal you were, and you were happily devoured by him. Your earlier airy gasps and moans were deeper sounds now, grunts and shivered moans that rattled in your chest, held back by the ball of silk in your mouth.

Lucci's pace quickened, and pleasure started coiling. His motion was pushing you into the sheets, causing the material to caress your clit with each thrust. It was teasing, tantalizing, and you were almost certain he was doing it on purpose.

He plateaus, keeping the same pace and rhythm and you can feel your body shaking and tensing. You move to take the tie from your mouth, so you can ask for permission, but a swift hand catches your wrist.

"No. Hands." He growls.

You shake your head, and whimper pleadingly, but all you get is a hot, wet tongue licking along your shoulders.

"Don't bite that tie." He warns, breath pouring over your skin just before you feel his teeth press against you.

The building tension overtakes you, and the flood of pleasure races from your pussy like a wave, washing over your body. Your hands clench the sheets, and your toes curl, and you desperately focus on your mouth, not wanting to bite the tie. Even though you wanted to bite down, Lucci wasn't slowing down, and the pleasure was skittering through your body like sparks of lightning.

You squirm under him as the pleasure builds again and you feel sharp teeth at the back of your neck. You freeze, taking sharp short breaths as you try desperately to hold your body still. If you move too much, he'll bite you, and if he bites you, you might bite the tie.

The teeth never leave you, and rough, almost growling grunts, were huffed against your skin. Pleasure was building for you both, but that meant nothing for Lucci. Even if he came, he wasn't going to slow down until he wanted to.

Lucci's free hand sneaks under your waist, and his fingers tease your clit. His claws are retracted, and he presses steady circles into the bundle of nerves. The action shocks pleasure through you, causing you to cry out from behind the gag and squirm under him.

His teeth sink into your skin, as his hips slam into yours with less control, his fingers still teasing your clit. The orgasm is ripped from you, and from better or worse the precious tie falls from your mouth as your body arcs backward in pleasure. Tensed muscles raise your face off the sheets, and your legs and toes curl around Lucci, feet pressing him into you.

He takes a moment, nuzzling into your neck and nearly purring into your skin, before he leans back, standing up to look over you. The flicker of adoration in his eyes isn't missed by you, even in your haze as you struggle to catch your breath, but it's quickly replaced by a far more sinister look.

"You didn't bite it," he muses, hand curling around your leg and pulling you up against him. "But now there's no reason for me to hold back."

He leans down, kissing along your legs before halting your words, freezing them in your throat with a piercing look. "Scream well for me, little deer."