Ruby // 35 // mom // mermaid // dreamer Lover of older men. No stranger to age gaps (!🔞!) Fictional: Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Captain Gabriel Lorca & Michael Caffee. Non fictional: Jason Isaacs, Daniel Craig, Alan Rickman, Anson Mount and many others. Shipper of Lumione and Snamione (and their threesome escapades), Ginny x Lucius (x Severus) and Lorca x Tilly I own nothing that I post.
So I have a friend who makes my book covers for my stories, so I challenged her to make two or how many wallpapers she wants and the theme was daddy issues. And well here's what she came up with, and she also said go ahead and use it for your phone wallpaper if you want. And if you use it for something give credit to her @lilithlilak if you don't give credit she will kick your kneecaps in and haunt your nightmares lol.
Prompt: ‘what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?’
Notes: there was originally another prompt for this but I couldn’t work it in so hopefully this is ok :) also I got a bit carried away
Warnings: smut; rough sex, degradation (including use of words like whore, slut etc), slapping, sir kink, established Dom/sub arrangement, overstimulation
Gif creds to owner
You were well and truly in deep, dire shit.
Eyes wide with fear but dark with arousal, you stared at Lucius, unable to think of a smart-ass comment.
“What’s going on here?” Lucius asked, though from his tone and the way he glared at you, you knew the question was rhetorical. He stalked over to you, grey eyes hard, though you could tell from the dilation of his pupils that he too was very aroused. He placed his hands on his hips, surveying your naked body, the way you knelt on the bed, hunching over one of your little vibrators, which buzzed pathetically between your knees where you had dropped it. “Accio vibrator,” he said lowly, catching the toy in his hand sharply, pressing the button to stop it buzzing. “My, my, my,” he said, looking between you and the little pink toy, your juices glistening on it tauntingly. “I don’t even need to look at your cunt to see how wet you are,” Lucius smirked, making a big show of inspecting the vibrator. “And from the sounds of it, you had this on setting number…”
“Ten, sir,” you squeaked, face flaming.
“Ten?” He arched his brows haughtily and stared down at you. “And how many settings does this particular one have, Hm?”
“T-ten, sir,” you repeated, head ducking.
Lucius laughed at you, making you squirm below him. “And I bet you didn’t even start lower. I bet you started right on the highest setting because you were that desperate,” he cast the toy aside and leaned down so that he was eye level with you. Grasping your chin and smushing your cheeks together with one of his hands, large fingers pressing into your face as he stared you hard in the eye. “Is that right, Princess?” He asked you, and when you nodded he scoffed. “Dirty little thing,” he growled, releasing your face, only to bring his hand down against your cheek. The slap was not hard, only enough to jolt you and make you grumble indignantly, but it made you throb with arousal nonetheless.
Pouting, you looked up at him, holding your cheek, still slightly stunned. “Sorry, sir,” you said quietly.
“What for?” He smirked. He knew full well wgat you were sorry for, but he wanted to hear you say it.
“F-for touching my…” Lucius raised an eyebrow, and you gulped. “For touching my pussy, like…”
“Like a…?” Lucius prompted.
“Like a dirty, needy slut,” you mumbled.
“Now all together, and without mumbling. Use your words properly, like I have taught you to,” he said, squeezing your hip.
“I’m sorry for touching my pussy like a dirty, needy slut, sir,” you said firmly, not wanting to repeat the humiliating words again.
Lucius surveyed you for a moment. “Good girl,” he said, his eyes drinking you in. “I’m feeling particularly generous tonight, Princess,” he told you, watching as you fidgeted.
“A-are you, sir? But I was… I was bad,” you said, nibbling your lip.
He tapped your lip gently until you released it, and smiled softly as you twitched, knowing you had instinctively tried to take his finger in your mouth. “Oh, go on, little one, you may suck my finger,” he said and you smiled, taking the thick digit into your mouth and suckling it gently, staring up at him with wide eyes. “As I was saying,” he continued, his eyes darkening even more at the sight of you. “I’m feeling generous tonight. You have misbehaved, that is true. But seeing you apologised for your wrong-doing and used your words like a big girl, and without whining like an insolent brat, I’m willing to make an allowance,”
You mumbled a ‘thank you’ around his finger before he continued. “I was going to spank you and leave you frustrated and untouched for the next week,” he drawled, his free hand sweeping the hair off your forehead. “Instead I’m going to make you come over and over again,” he said, lips twisting up into a smirk. “That is what you wanted after all, isn’t it? To come on your little toy?”
You slipped off his finger and pouted, unable to keep the whine out of your voice this time. “Well, I actually wanted to come on your cock but you were-”
Lucius’s nostrils flared. “Do you not remember my original plan, girl? I will leave you untouched for the week if you continue to back talk,”
You rolled your eyes despite yourself and huffed, but nodded all the same. “Yes, sir,” you said.
“Good. Now lay back and behave. I do not want to have to tie you up tonight, because you have already shown me that you can act properly,”
Hastily, you scrambled to comply, fighting an inward battle. On the one hand you could continue to be bratty and earn yourself one of Lucius’s delicious spankings… but he knew you enjoyed yourself far too much during those and he would certainly hold out on his promise to deny your orgasms for a whole week. On the other hand… Lucius was only this forgiving when you misbehaved once in a blue moon, and it seemed he was willing to allow you some pleasure this time.
Lucius smirked, sensing your internal conflict as he retrieved the vibrator you had been using before. “I advise you to select the latter option,” he said, and your jaw dropped.
“How did you know?” You demanded, making him laugh as he kneeled between your legs, spreading them just enough.
“Because I know your thinking face. You’re thinking ‘to be a brat or not?’ And weighing up all the pros and cons. I strongly advise you choose the latter,” he smirked, and flicked the toy on.
You were about to make a snarky comment that would certainly be in line with the first option, but he pressed the buzzing toy to your clit just as you opened your mouth. Your words dissolved on your tongue in place of a low moan as your thighs slackened, falling further apart for him. Lucius gave a small laugh. “See how I have started on setting number three, Princess, as opposed to ten,” he said condescendingly. “You have to work your way up. But of course, I don’t expect you to know how to do that…”
“No,” you mumbled, your hips already rocking up, your body begging for more. “Need you to do it, sir. You know how to do it properly,” you whimpered.
“Of course I do,” he cooed, switching it to four. “We can’t expect a silly little slut like you to know how to use a toy like this, can we? You need some modicum of self control for this, pet,”
“Hmm… don’ have tha’” you mumbled, your voice already slurring.
“Look at you,” he smirked, turning it to five. “Only just at the half way point on these settings and you’re already slurring. Don’t go stupid on me just yet,” he chastised. “You have already shown me that you know how to use your words,”
You whined out, squirming. The combination of the toy and his condescending words which were a mix of both degradation and praise had your mind and body reeling, and you felt the hot pleasure churning in your belly. “Please- please,” you moaned. “I’m so close, please let me cum, sir, please,”
Lucius gave a slow nod and watched as you trembled, mouth forming a little ‘o’ shape as you came, thighs clenching around his hand and the toy.
As you came down from your high you whimpered, making to sit up, but Lucius pulled your hips down, one arm over them to keep you as still as possible, all while flicking through the settings, back to number ten.
You jolted, back arching of the mattress and legs kicking slightly as the angrily buzzing toy was pressed up against your clit. It was too much pleasure, it was almost pain. And yet you wanted more. Despite Lucius holding you down, your hips bucked wildly, and you felt your second orgasm cresting. Lucius let you come once more, and yet he still did not pull the toy away from you. Instead, he held it firmly in place as you tried to weakly push it away. He smirked through your third and fourth orgasm, and by the time you were coming up to your fifth, you had tears streaming down your cheeks, yet you were moaning and holding his hand in place rather than trying to push it away.
“Look at the state of you,” he said, voice tight with arousal; his own control was slipping just from watching you. “What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me? Squirming away on a vibrator, desperate for a fifth orgasm, and that still wouldn’t be enough for your greedy little cunt, would it?” You gave a weak moan, your entire body trembling as you shook your head.
“Pl-please, w-want your cock, sir!” You begged, hips rocking desperately.
“You want my cock as well?” He said with mock surprise. He turned the toy off and threw it to the side, taking himself out of his trousers. “Fuck the vibrator,” he grunted, lining himself up with your soaking entrance. “You can have your fifth on my cock, Princess,” he told you and you whimpered, body stiffening and arching as he pushed his hard length into you, stretching you out deliciously. He wasted no time in setting a brutal pace, the sounds of skin slapping and your cries filling the room, along with his own grunts and the lewd sound of your sodden cunt taking everything he had to give. Kneeling up, he hoisted your legs around his hips, holding you at a slight angle which allowed for deeper penetration, and he pounded his hips until your cries came out in broken shrieks, face contorted.
“Don’t stop,” you begged, grasping onto Lucius’s forearms.
“Are you close, pretty girl?” Lucius groaned. “Go on, make a mess on my cock. Good girl, come for me,”
With his permission, you let yourself release, crying out for Lucius, jolting in his arms. He grunted, and with a final thrust he came inside you, stilling his hips. The sensation of his release deep inside you mixed with the intensity of your orgasm sent you into a foggy haze.
As Lucius pulled out, he accioed a cloth and set to cleaning you up, eventually pulling you to his lap. You smiled dopily up at him, kissing his jaw. “Was good,” you told him, suppressing a yawn. “Did I do good?”
Lucius smiled fondly, rubbing your sides. “You did very well for me, Princess,” he said softly, patting your thigh.
Grinning slightly, you let him sit you on the edge of the bed while he went to fetch you some water, and when you had had your drink, you tottered off to the bathroom, albeit a little wobbly on your legs. When you returned, Lucius patted the space next to him in the bed, and you eagerly clambered in with him, snuggling into him, almost laying on top of him. “See, Luc,” you smiled. “Rules are meant to be broken sometimes…”
Laughing slightly, Lucius kissed the top of your head. “Don’t be getting any ideas,”
