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crocobuggy · 1 year ago

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✹ catnip ; rob lucci ; ch. 1

content warnings: drug use, high sex, throatfucking/facefucking, sadism/masochism, rough sex ✹ read on ao3 author's note: i like rob lucci on a normal level

Rob Lucci wasn’t an easy man to deal with.

That much, you were already aware of.

He was a cold, cold man. No, not a mere man, but a killing machine. You had vivid memories of him in action, pointed canines glinting in the moonlight with blood splattered on his fur.

He’s terrifying.

But you couldn’t deny that there was something hypnotizing when you stared into his dilated pupils, swallowing the light like two blackholes, or his sharp claws glimmering when they were about to rip into someone’s throat.

And that’s what shocks you as the man who’s currently sitting by your side does not seem like the same person, repetitively rubbing his cheeks against a small plant, occasionally taking a small bite of it with his pointed canine teeth. “Stop!” You say, eyebrows furrowed as you try to focus on rolling a joint. “I haven’t even rolled it yet, it’s not fair!” Lucci shrugs, laying the plant next to its vase on the table. “This was your own idea. You should be thankful that I even agreed to take part in this.” He says, sipping on a glass of whiskey.

Well, he’s not wrong. Plus, he’s Rob Lucci and he’s an asshole, which you should already be aware of after years of working with him.

As you lick the joint to seal it closed, you can notice Lucci looking intensely at you, pupils slightly more dilated than usual. “What?” You say as you grab a green lighter from the corner of the table. He doesn’t answer, standing up to accommodate Hattori somewhere other than his shoulder, presumably so that he won’t inhale any of the smoke. It’s cute, how attached a killing machine can be to such a small and delicate creature like a pigeon.

Come to think of it now, maybe cute’s not exactly the word.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when he comes back and sits back on the chair, pushing the lighter in your direction. “A little too eager for someone who was complaining about it ‘being my idea’ just a couple minutes ago.” He puts a finger over his mouth as if to politely tell you to shut up. “Screw you.” You say, as you put the joint between your lips and light it up, waiting for it to burn for a few seconds before inhaling the smoke. When Lucci notices you’ve already started, he ties his hair before grabbing a few more of the plant that’s on the table. A slightly minty smell comes your way as he rips off the leaves and starts rubbing them against his cheeks, occasionally taking tint bites of them. His pupils are wide, eyelids starting to get a bit droopy.

You can feel your blood pressure lower as your body relaxes while you take another hit. How long had it been since you had actually smoked something decent? “Having fun, kitty man?” Lucci glares at you, but you can notice he’s starting to feel a bit out of it by the size of his pupils and the fact that he’s grabbed the plant vase and brought it closer so that he can rub against it, a few leaves tangling themselves on his hair. It’s hard not to let out of chuckle at seeing him so relaxed, although his breathing seems a bit heavier and his cheeks are getting flushed. You’re actually amazed at the fact he seems to be enjoying using catnip. And amazed at the fact that it actually works.

“You okay there?” You actually start to worry a bit after he leans back on the chair and starts chewing on the catnip leaves. He nods, not even bothering to look at you as he chews and you take another drag. Your eyelids start to feel heavy and you feel giddy, lips curling into a loose lipped smile. Lucci quirks an eyebrow at this, a smirk on his lips. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you this?” The smoke burns your lungs as you inhale it once again. You’re halfway through the joint as you put it off on the ashtray, deciding to enjoy your high for now and finish smoking a bit later. Lucci has stopped chewing on the leaves and is watching you with half-lidded eyes, legs spread and pupils so dilated you can barely see his onyx irises.

You’re not sure if it’s the way he’s looking at you, the fact that you haven’t gotten laid in weeks, how much he looks like a damn work of art in the low light or your high getting to you. All you know is that Lucci, this horrible, bloodthirsty being, your coworker, looks fucking ethereal right now. Your elbows are on the table as you lean towards him, both of you looking at each other in a trance. “What?” He leans one of his elbows on the table. “Are you making me have a staring contest with you now?” His words are a bit slurred, probably due to the mixture of alcohol and catnip, and he’s so close you can smell the whiskey on his breath. If you got any closer to him, your lips would be on his, which honestly sounded like as much of a good idea as it was a very stupid one, after all, he was Rob Lucci. He could do anything to you with little or no effort if he wanted to.

He could also fuck you so good if he wanted to.

No, no, no!

He’s your coworker, he’s off limits and you should know that by know. Plus, you’re sure he isn’t even capable of being interested in other people or literally anything other than his job.

At least that’s what you think, until the man starts getting closer to you, and you bite your lip. “You’re tensing up,” he says, his low voice rumbling in his chest. “Smoked a bit too much?” You can feel his warmth and his scent, and it feels like you just laid your face on a cat’s belly. “No. In fact, I think maybe I should smoke some more and take a good old high nap.” His fingers tangle themselves in your hair. “Are you really sure?”

He knows what he’s doing.

He’s Rob Lucci, the assassin who can read anyone like a fucking book.

You know you shouldn’t be loving the way he looks at you with his dark, intense gaze, but you just can’t help it.

You want him.

He stands up from his chair and stands in front of you, and you can notice the bulge in his pants, now a tight fit due to his arousal.

Okay, now it makes sense.

You look at the bulge and then at him before he puts his hand on your head, pulling you closer to his crotch and looking at you as if asking for permission.

At this, you unbutton Lucci’s pants and start palming him through his boxers, but he’s not taking it as he puts two fingers inside your mouth, shoving them as deep as he possibly can. You know he probably doesn’t even give a shit about whether you gag or not, but that only makes you wetter.

He pulls away his fingers and only gives you a couple seconds before he pulls you towards his dick, shoving it as far as he can inside your mouth. “So warm,” he says, voice coming out a bit hoarse. You moan as he starts moving his hips, hands tangled tightly in your hair. He groans when you gag, throat tightening around his length before he pulls out to look at your face.

There’s spit dripping from your chin and a few strands of hair stick to your damp face. “That’s all it takes to make you learn how to shut the hell up? Some dick?” He smirks darkly down at you, giving your hair a light pull, and you scowl at him. “What are you so angry at? I can smell how wet you are right now.” His gaze reminds you that right now, you’re nothing but a small mouse in the claws of a leopard. He rubs his now wet length against you, spreading your own drool all over your face. You hate how hot it makes you feel.

“Fuck, Lucci -“ you press your legs together, desperate for absolutely any relief you can possibly get. He looks at you, as if waiting for you to say anything else, a vicious grin making its way onto his lips. To anyone else, that would have been terrifying, but right now, it’s just ridiculously arousing. “Please.” You look at him, at the table, and at the queen-sized bed in the center of the room, its satin sheets shimmering in the moonlight. He will definitely understand the message.

If the man does understand, however, he still doesn’t do exactly as you wanted, lowering himself to take off your pants along with your underwear, putting your legs over his shoulders and giving your pussy a slow lick, his tongue rough like that of a cat’s. It’s a bit painful, but you don’t really mind it as long as it gives you some relief. Lucci licks his lips and looks at you with a smirk, not a single ounce of shame in his expression. It’s definitely not his first time doing this, you’re sure of it. He’s methodical, giving you an experimental lick and sliding two fingers inside, growling as he feels your wetness.

However, you should know that a man like Lucci doesn’t ever stay on his knees for long. He stands up and puts his hands under your thighs, lifting you so that your chest is pressed to his and you can feel his hardened length against your belly. “What are you-“ before you can say anything else, he throws you on the table, and you can hear the ashtray clinking as it shakes. The man takes the joint and lighter, quickly lighting up the joint as he presses it to his lips, inhaling the smoke, and leaning down. “Open your mouth.” You oblige, and he blows the smoke into your mouth, plump lips pressing against yours. “This is what you wanted, right? I’ll make sure to get the most of it.” The man rubs himself against your entrance teasingly, growling as he allows himself to feel a bit of your warmth. He then lowers himself again to shove his tongue inside you, licking his lips when he pulls away. You can see his beard glimmering from your wetness, and it makes you incredibly turned on. “You taste… surprisingly good.” You can hear him murmur before he goes lower and bites your inner thigh with his sharp canines, and you scream out in a strange mixture of surprise, pain and accumulated arousal. “Fuck! Lucci!” You instinctively tug on his hair. “That fucking hurts!”

Which was possibly the greatest idea you could’ve possibly had.

Lucci, ever the sadist, cracks a smile at your words, looking up at you while licking his lips. “Oh, it hurts? Let me show you what else hurts.” And finally, he stands up and turns you over, barely even giving you a second to register what’s happening before burying himself to the hilt inside your aching pussy. He pulls on your hair to lift you so that your body is almost completely pressed to his, except for the fact that you still have your shirt on and you hate it, and the fact that he’s completely dressed. With his hips still, one hand forcefully tugging on your hair as the other claws on your hips, thick length inside you, he still manages to bite hard on your shoulder, earning a loud scream from you as he growls in arousal. “Lucci! Please!” You’re desperate at this point, waiting for him to move, or for any possible stimulation he can give you.

“Don’t worry, kitten. This is just the beginning.”

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