Ok but Lloyd, having you lying down naked on the table in front of him, worshiping your body while he's giving orders to his team, smacking your pussy/cheek every time you let out a whimper 😵💫
“Uh, only by a few weeks.” The young man replies, soon realizing he should have stayed silent.
“Of course, it’s always the newbies.” The brunet sighs, his arm flexes, his fingers knuckle-deep between your thighs. “I know you’ve heard of me, so you must know those rules you follow back at HQ mean less than dogshit to me. As does your opinion, and anything else that comes out of that fuckhole mouth of yours.”
A sharp whimper brings him back down, and he glances at his hand. Your juices leak down his wrist to his watch, only adding to the growing mess under you. You cry out again and fist your shirt, the only thing Lloyd let you keep on while he played with you—in the sick and twisted way he often did, in front of his team during a meeting while planning hits as if you weren’t there.
“What? Are you going to talk back too?” He asks, swatting your soaked cunt, the lewd noise bouncing off the walls. “This isn’t punishment enough, baby?”
You desperately shake your head, toes curling in pleasure as he lands a series of slaps on your throbbing clit. Teased beyond relief, you can barely breathe. You didn’t expect to last this long, but you knew it was only a matter of time until you could no longer stay quiet.
“Dumb little girl—can’t even let daddy work, can’t even stay quiet for me. Should’ve gagged you instead, make you warm me with your mouth. Bet you’d fucking love that.” He huffs, “Always has to steal my attention, fucking slut.” Lloyd harshly rubs your clit, bullying the sensitive button while you squirm and whine on the wooden table.
Your back arches as you gasp, and euphoria rushes in. It takes you by storm, and your vision goes white. All you feel is Lloyd and his torture, and all his mean words jumble into something incoherent.
Lloyd watches you squirt and soak his sleeve and the table. Your cunt flutters and begs for something, his fingers, his knife or his gun—he’s tempted to give in, but you don’t deserve it. Not after being so interruptive and ungrateful. He slaps you once you’ve come back down, and you squeal, legs snapping shut around his forearm.
“You,” He nods at the man from earlier and his predictions are confirmed. His gaze is locked on you with lamely concealed lust, “You stay, everyone else, out.”
As the other people file out of the office, the young man remains seated at the table, practically shaking in his chair. “You can’t look away from my girl, huh? She’s a real treasure.” Lloyd prys your thighs apart, ignoring your pleas for a break. “Daddy’s busy right now, pumpkin, shut up.” Another swat and you fall slack on the table.
“I’m gonna show you exactly why she’s mine, I’ll let you look at her while I fuck her stupid—and that’ll be the last thing you’ll ever see.” He finishes just as the last guard leaves, and the door locks after him. “I’d get comfortable if I were you. Even though she looks exhausted, my baby’s quite insatiable after being teased so much.”
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | possible DARK undertones but it’s really just Lloyd being Lloyd: toxic relationship, manipulation, power imbalance, mean!Lloyd, threatening/blackmail. sex worker!reader, SMUT - minors DNI, dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation, dumbification, gunplay, choking, dom/sub undertones. implied: oral (f), somnophilia, reader with other men.
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Lloyd comes to take you back home. Based on these asks (1) (2) and written for my I Can Fix Him Party.
𝗪/𝗖 | 1.48K
𝗔/𝗡 | ahh I saw the gray man today and can’t wait for all the Lloyd love !! He’s super fun to write hehe, I hope you all enjoy this little thing I wrote half asleep, there’s bound to be mistakes but as always, all mistakes are my own. this was written for my ❤️🔥 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐱 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲.
“Say it, or I blow your brains out—not that there’s much up there anyway.”
“Eat shit and die, asshole.”
The safety clicks off and you clench your teeth, pressing your bare back against the jagged brick wall. Your ankles get a little weak, either stupid fear or the seven-inch heels.
“You wanna run that mouth again? Or should I get a little trigger happy?” Lloyd cocks his head, and his moustache twitches with his sly smile.
Although your heart thumps against your chest, you refuse to show weakness—for however long you can last. It’s already longer than you thought, but as soon as he brought out the handgun, you knew it was only a matter of time. “Do it, I dare you.”
Lloyd, the fucking sociopath, points the gun past your face and fires, the loud shot booms through the empty alleyway and rattles your brain. A ringing resonates in your ears, and a painful sharpness blooms from your temples.
“A few weeks in another city and acting ballsy isn’t going to change the fact that you’re right back where you started.” He brings the smoking muzzle too close for comfort, “Say, I’m your whore.”
You open your mouth for another snide remark but are cut off with a quiet whimper. You slump against the bricks when Lloyd traces the muzzle down your chest, so delicate that if it weren’t freezing cold steel and still smelling like gunpowder, you’d mistake it for his strangely soft hands.
Just a simple touch and you were his pathetic girl again.
“Say, I’m just your dumb whore, daddy. I can’t think for myself, I’m all yours.” His tone drips with smugness. All along he knew that little touch would break down your final walls, but he enjoys your banter, watching you squirm and get all heated up. It makes him rock hard. “Say it, sunshine.”
You refuse, shaking your head and turning away. Setting your glare on one of his men stationed at the end of the alley, their mere presence a brutal reminder that wherever you go, Lloyd won’t be that far behind. There’s nothing and no one able to stop him, not moving cities or even countries, changing your name and transforming your entire appearance.
Admittedly, you didn’t do much of that, you couldn’t since life had been hard enough. All you could do was move to another city for a few weeks before coming back when cash got too tight—and you found yourself in the same city you escaped from, and working at the fucking rival club of your first.
You were back at the beginning with the same name, same look, same job, same problems, and the same man sniffing you out like a dog.
Worst of all, you don’t even think you hate him anymore—or if you hated him at the start, and maybe you enjoy the chase that always leads to you getting caught. Maybe you liked him, no, you definitely liked him, regardless of how much you didn’t want to.
Lloyd tsks in disappointment, tapping the muzzle on your hard nipple. “I guess I’ll just find that one friend of yours again, has her nose healed from last time?”
Your face falls, “Please—don’t, please, Lloyd. Please don’t drag her into this again.”
He raises a brow, “oh, now you’re being sweet? Are you gonna be a good girl for me now, pumpkin? Or does daddy have to put this gun somewhere else?” Lloyd taunts, licking his lips as his eyes trail down your scantily clad body, eventually landing on the tiny black thong. “Someplace tight, wet, and fucking delicious.” He growls, lewdly rubbing over the bulge in his pants.
Indecent memories of shiny steel, sodden fabric and bruised skin flash through your mind.
Lloyd has you pinned against his desk, the tray of breakfast long forgotten since you walked into his office as he was polishing his guns.
“My pretty girl in a pretty apron, I must be doing something right.” He snorts, “Maybe I’ve been forgiven and blessed for all that shit last week, hm?”
You can’t answer him, all too lost in the pleasure as he rubs the barrel of his gun between your folds, paying special attention to your sore clit. Your hips jerk upward, meeting his slow motions as you grasp his bare shoulders, digging your nails into the muscle.
“You’re real sensitive,” He observes, tightening his hand around your throat, “Aw, did daddy treat your button too rough this morning? I just couldn’t help myself, you’re so beautiful when you sleep, could practically smell you all ready for me. It was a good wake-up call, right baby?”
Since you’re too fucked out to do anything, he forcibly makes you nod and hooks his fingers in your mouth to move your lips.
“Yes, daddy, I’m just a little whore who wants to be fucked while I sleep, and bred until I cry.” Lloyd says in a high-pitched voice, then gasps, “Oh, that can’t be true. I never knew my girl was such a whore.” He presses the weapon harder against you, even dipping the muzzle to your drippy hole, nearly fucking you through your panties. “Let’s see if I heard you right: you want to be used, fucked stupid and pumped full?”
“Daddy—I, fuck.” You gasp when he pulls the cotton to the side, harshly rubbing your swollen clit with the cold steel.
“Still can’t speak? That’s okay, I know what to do.” He proceeds to slide the hard barrel up and down your slit, alternating between speed and pressure, bullying your button until you cry out. “If only you could tell me how much you like my gun on your pretty pussy, I’d let you come.”
You whine at that, eyes squeezed shut as his hand returns to your neck, keeping you upright.
As the weapon pulls away, he prods the muzzle at your bare hole, “Look at that…” He trails off, holding the gun inches from your face. The steel is gleaming with your arousal, “I guess you are a whore, sunshine.” He smiles widely, bringing the handgun to his mouth for a small taste, “You did way better than I thought you could, pumpkin. You gonna polish the rest of daddy’s guns like a good girl?”
Your thighs clench tightly, an unmistakable wetness soaking through the fabric. “I’ll come with you—just leave her alone, please.”
“You’re so sexy when you beg,” He groans. “And, as much as I love watching you flaunt your body, my bed is cold. So, gather whatever shit you have,” he nods over his shoulder at the back entrance of the strip club, the music flowing into the night air, “And, tell your sleazy boss you’re going home.”
“But—”
“And, if he stops you, we’re going to have some fun and the pervert can finally get what he’s been wishing for.”
You know that look, it’s all too familiar. It’s the same shadow that made you notice him in the first place.
After giving a client a private show, doing far more than was professionally ‘allowed,’ you spotted a man in the next room. Immediately, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that this stranger knew what you did.
He was clad in a patterned shirt and white pants, slowly sipping from a glass cup as he gestured you over with two fingers. When you didn’t move, he brought out a wad of cash, then another and another until there was a healthy stack of bills on the table. Far more than what you made in the last two months.
“I want you for the rest of the night. Don’t mention other men, don’t leave my sight, and you can walk away with double that.” He points to the cash, spreading his legs wide as you try to ignore the intimidating bulge in his pants. “Hopefully, that guy prepped you, if not,” He chuckles to himself, “I guess you won’t be walking away—more like, crawling.”
Lloyd tucks the gun into the holster and his gold pinky ring gleams, “I’m going to fuck you in front of your boss, let him see how pretty you are getting split open on my cock—then I’m gonna cut off his boner, and shove it in his mouth so he can taste what dirty, slimy, scumbag he is.” He cups your cheek, darkness clouding his blue eyes when he swipes a drop of some bastard’s cum from your skin. “And, when we get back home, you’re going to give me the name and description of whoever you just blew.”
“Lloyd—it’s confidential.”
“You think I care?” He spins you around, steadying you with his big hands on your hips before patting your ass, squeezing the flesh. “Off you go, and be quick, I have work tomorrow.” Lloyd silently praises the paper-thin garment on your lower half. “Remember you don’t have to worry about a thing, baby. Daddy’s gonna take care of everything.”
𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: well Lloyd is definitely one of my faves atm !! he’s so 😵💫😵💫 pls know I wrote this half asleep and it’s 4am so goodnight !!
𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! This was written for my ❤️🔥 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐱 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲
As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼
I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You seek help from your coach, and Lloyd is never one to turn down a prime opportunity.
𝗪/𝗖 | 427
❤️🔥 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐱 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Lloyd is strict as it is.
He loves control, hence his coach title, he loved giving orders. Especially to you, and he couldn’t pass up this chance to get what he’s always wanted.
He’s rough—spitting all over you, rubbing your clit with your panties pulled to the side. He takes advantage of you with his other hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your moans because the swim team is having a meet next door.
He’s such a perv, always watching you in the locker room, jerking off while you get undressed and showered—he’s also stolen a bunch of your panties.
And when you came up to him for extra practice, begging because you knew it was already late and a busy man like him must be so tired, but to your surprise, Coach Hansen accepted!
“How about we cover something new? It’ll really help you out with the upcoming tournament, stamina and all that.”
You innocently followed along, letting him stretch you out (not in that way *yet* you whores), not even saying a peep when his fingers brushed over your cunt through your leggings. So, Lloyd continued to pet you all over, getting bolder as the seconds dragged on—he rubbed your clit slowly, eventually slipping down your leggings and under your panties.
“Coach Hansen—”
“Shh, you need to focus. This is for you, you’re lucky I’m teaching you this. Other coaches wouldn’t be this nice.” Who is he kidding, he could lose his job for this, but he’s waited too long and this is the perfect opportunity. “But I think you’re ready for this, sweetie. Working so hard and being such a good girl, you deserve to feel good.” He kisses down your neck, his moustache tickling your skin.
His touch leaves your warmth and you watch him clean your slick from his fingers, and spit on them before sliding them down your pants again. Seeking your button immediately, applying a gentle pressure that turns rough when you start moaning.
“Feels good, baby? Yeah, daddy knew you’d like this. Sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted—should’ve had you earlier.” He groans, grinding his hard cock against your ass. “See what happens when you let me think for you? You can be a dumb baby with me, honey.” He traces down your creamy slit, dipping the tip of his digit in your hole.
As your mouth drops open in a whine, he spits on your tongue, quickly slapping a hand over your mouth. “You need to stay hydrated if you’re gonna keep up with me. Better swallow it.”
You peek around the corner, eyes wide with amazement at the many screens displaying different views of a city. From buildings, roads and stone walkways, it was a place you’ve never seen before.
You lean a little further, spotting the various agents at the rows of desks, typing on keyboards with focused expressions.
Lloyd never let you watch television unattended, he said it was because it was dangerous for you to be exposed to things you didn’t know. It was either himself or someone from his team sitting next to you, and carefully picking what you would watch.
Lloyd’s voice is faint, and curiosity gets the better of you, pulling you deeper into the room.
“You have my permission to take out anyone in the way. Light it up.”
The screens blip out before multiplying tenfold, showing many more views of the city. It’s hard to see from this angle, you barely make out the interior of cars and trucks, and the cityscapes from rooftops.
“I said, shoot anyone who gets in the way. God, it’s like everyone forgot basic comprehension skills.”
“There are civilians—”
“You heard me the first time didn’t you?” Lloyd’s voice deepens, you can almost feel the rumbling in your tummy, “or do you need me to repeat myself? If so, you’re just like my girl. The only difference is, I like when she’s just a little dummy, it makes everything way more fun—”
You stiffen, your sweaty palms sliding down the doorframe.
“—Fucking morons!”
The sudden shout has you tumbling through the door and landing on the floor. Your knees slam into the hardwood, as do the palms of your hands, the loud thump shatters the tension. You don’t dare to move—as if that would help you, and everyone would magically not see the girl lying on the ground in a sundress. It was just hopeless at this point, but you didn’t want to get punished.
Lloyd sighs from his seat behind the rows of desks and computers, “Speak of the bunny.” He murmurs, setting down his empty glass and turning his attention to you as if there weren’t dozens of bullets flying on the screens. “Pumpkin, you know you aren’t allowed to be in here.” He keeps his voice levelled although he knew you were there the whole time.
Who else’s fluffy ear was peeking through the doorway?
You slowly stand up, shaking in your socks as you meet his surprisingly calm gaze.
Your first instinct is to hide, in his closet maybe—no, he found you there last time. The bathtub in one of the guest rooms is better, it gives you more time to come up with an apology, and you’d be extra quiet this time.
You go to leave but Lloyd snaps his fingers, making you freeze on the spot. “C’mere, baby. Let’s watch daddy win together.”
Quiet as a ghost, you clamber into his lap, straddling one of his thighs with a shuddering breath. He caresses your back, trailing up and down your neck before his fingers rub your ears. “Pick a number, sunshine.”
“A-Any number?” You don’t know why he isn’t yelling or spanking you, but you’re thankful for the strange moment, regardless of how short it’ll be.
“Any number.”
You avoid the screens, staring down at his shiny shoes. “Five?”
Lloyd tuts, playfully tugging your tail. “You can count higher than that.”
“Uh… thirteen?”
Lloyd grins, “Still not high enough, but that’s better.” He loosely grips your puffy tail, turning away. His tone lowers, losing all the creamy sweetness it had when he was speaking with you. “Extra thirteen million to the first person to blow that guy’s head off.”
You must’ve blacked out or something because the next thing you know, half the screens are gone and explosions erupt on the rest.
Immediately, you cover your eyes with your ears, shaking on Lloyd’s lap as the loud noises filter through the speakers. Behind you and sipping on a fresh glass of bourbon, Lloyd coos. “Oh, you can’t see anything like that, dumb bunny. Don’t you want to see daddy win?”
He moves your ears and forces you to watch the feed by holding your ears in a firm grip, keeping your eyes locked forward. It reminds you of last night when he fucked your mouth, pulling on your ears to control your pace, and making you into a stupid mess.
“You taste yourself on me, bunny? All that fucking cream soaked to my balls, so you’re gonna clean up your mess.” He pulls you off, then brings you forward to his heavy sack. Automatically, you suckle at the wet skin, alternating between flat licks and noisy slurps, you clean your mess from his balls.
Your thighs clench tight as you let out a muffled whine that vibrates against his sack, making him groan. He tightens his hold on your ears almost painfully, but it only makes you more eager to please him. You shut your eyes, moaning and sucking his balls while his thick cock lies against your face, drippy with cum and your saliva.
When his grip loosens, you switch to his dick, taking him down your throat until you gag. Tears well in your eyes, blurring your vision as your brain gets foggy. You don’t even notice him snapping a quick picture with his cellphone.
Lloyd yanks you off by your ears, growling at the string of saliva connecting his bulbous tip to your swollen lips. He angles your head until his sack is in your parted mouth, and you, being the good bunny you are, start kissing and licking him immediately. He curses lowly, gripping his hard length with his other hand, jerking off above you.
“That’s a good little whore, you really like sucking on daddy’s fat balls, huh? You thanking me for all the cum I’ve given you?” Lloyd cruelly slaps his cock on your cheek when you pull away for a breath, with spit and cum all over your face. “What’s wrong, bunny? Forgot to breathe with my balls in your mouth?”
You start crying as more screens go blank and disappear, the active ones get bigger and you see the various bodies and pools of blood in whatever city it was. That’s when Lloyd releases you and you spin around, clumsily curling into his lap and tucking yourself into his neck, whining.
“You aren’t going to leave?”
“T-Too scared,” You jump as another explosion goes off, you don’t even want to know how many screens—people—are left. “Don’t wanna—please don’t make me.”
“Oh, I won’t.” He bounces his thigh that’s snug between your legs, the muscle flexes under your cotton panties, and you’re already wet from simply remembering the previous night.
That’s why he also called you an easy bunny. Anything, a single touch or kiss, or a dirty sentence could make you soaked, regardless of the situation. It makes him proud and immensely turned on considering he just completed another job and made more money than other people will in their entire lives—in the time span of a few hours.
That’s why he was the best in the sector.
He won, yet again, and he has you crying and wet in his lap, yet again.
Life was good.
“Looks like you missed daddy’s victory—that’s okay, you’ll get to stay if you make a pretty mess on my leg.” Lloyd grips your tail, using it to move you on his thigh despite your whimpers, “Keep crying, bunny, you know how much I love seeing you like that.”
Lloyd absolutely loves corrupting innocent reader and teasing the fuck out of her. Imagine him teaching you how to suck his cock just right. “That’s it sweet girl just like that what a good little whore I’ve made outta ya huh”. Him fucking you in a mating press, growling utter filth into your ear telling you how much of a good slut he’s trained you to be just for him, telling you how well you take his cock now and how well your gonna take his every last drop of his cum, Lloyd fucking your sensitive pussy till you go limp becoming a dumb cock drunk mess drooling all over the pillow your holding as Lloyd cums over and over again into your cunt Lloyd making you a perfect little fuck toy just for him
he’d always gloat about making you into what you are:
“Ain’t that a pretty face,” Lloyd smirks, rubbing his saliva into your skin before spitting again, this time it lands on your flat tongue hanging out of your mouth. “Fucked stupid already? It isn’t even midnight yet.” He fucks down into you, balls deep and stretching out your sore hole like it’s his job. Your juices drip down your ass, followed by his last load and seep into the bed sheets.
“Too b-big,” You wetly gasp, eyes rolling back in your head. “I can’t, too much. Ah! I’m gonna—”
“You’re gonna come, and I’m gonna keep fucking you until you cry. Daddy’s had a rough day, and I want those tears of yours while I breed your cunt.”
JUST WATCHED GRAY MAN AND I HAVE A VERY SPECIFIC REQUEST!!!
Alright imagine this: Lloyd Hansen is a brat tamer. BuT—he fucking loves when reader is a brat. He low key encourages it. He’s all like “yeah? Tell me how much you hate me” and teasing like “you’re so cute when you pout. So cute and so dumb, baby.” and he just sits there laughing at readers brattiness/stubbornness and then BAM!! Total flip once she crosses the line and he’s dishing out a Lloyd Hansen specially served punishment 😎
Keep up the amazing work luvie ~ ✨🐰💕🎀
YESS !! BRAT SUPPORTER AND TAMER LLOYD HANSEN !!
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen x brat!reader
“Look at that cute fuckin’ face, you grumpy, baby?”
“S-Shut—uh!” You barely manage a grunt, the breath is knocked out of you with every rock of his hips. Your dress is half torn, the flimsy silk was paper in the older man’s hands, and now it’s just a mess of thread and straps.
In the reflection, you watch him pound into you. That familiar red flush spread down his face to his neck, disappearing under the collar of his tight shirt. His hair falls over his forehead as he groans lowly, gnawing on his lip as you clench around him. Your wetness smears down your thighs and his cock, forming a creamy ring around the thick base.
His belt jingles with every thrust, the metal is cool against your heated skin, and that burn only blooms brighter when his palm lands on your ass. “Awe, you pouting now? Wanna tell daddy what’s wrong?” Lloyd smirks, yanking you firmly against his chest, wrapping his arm around your neck. “Is it your make-up, baby? ‘Cause, it’s all ruined now that you’re cryin’ like a little dumb baby?”
At your choked moans, he flexes his bicep, filthily licking the side of your face. “So fucking good,” He rails into you, splitting your cunt apart on his girth, his heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit. “C’mon, use that pretty mouth for daddy.”
Your only response is a sob, your whole body convulsing as the fat tip rams into your sweet spot. Your knees go weak, the numbness climbing up your spine until you collapse lifeless into his chest.
Lloyd curses, “Oh, that’s the spot, huh? Dirty slut, you gonna cream for me while your dad’s downstairs? Cum all over my cock and let me pump you full, maybe I’ll even knock you up to teach you some responsibility.”
God yes, you wanted that more than anything, but you still had a party to host and you couldn’t do that with his seed dripping down your leg.
“B-But, you promised.” You gasp, tears trailing down your face, “Pull out, Lloyd, you said—”
“I said a bunch of things, I doubt you remember it all.” His bicep presses against your neck, hoisting you upright as his thrusts get rougher and further burn your knees on the carpet.
“I hate you.”
“Yeah? Keep sweet talking me, baby, and I’ll really fill you up.”
You tighten at that, if he hadn’t torn your favourite dress, you would’ve begged for his cum. “You fucking asshole. I’ll scream—” You’re cut off by the loss of air, your eyes shoot open and meet his gaze in the reflection.
His teeth are bared, sharp and shiny, like the ones of a beast preparing for a hunt. He doesn’t falter when your nails dig into his arm, “What was that?”
He chuckles when you struggle to breathe, and once he deems you’ve had enough, he loosens his hold. “Dumb little brat, can’t even speak.” Lloyd mocks, slipping his other hand between your legs to rub your clit. “Fucked too good, she can’t even think.” He releases you and you collapse onto the floor once again.
The carpet is still wet from your previous tears and drool, but you can’t bring yourself to care as he lands swats on your button. Your make-up is far beyond salvation, following the destruction of your dress, you know you won’t be returning to the party tonight. After this—after him, you won’t be walking straight for the next few days.
He’s so much bigger than you, so ravenous, you wouldn’t want him any other way.
He taps the side of your head, “mhm—yup, sounds empty.”
If you could, you’d smack him or say something that’ll knock him down a peg, but all traces of defiance are replaced by pleasure, shattering your world as you uselessly tug at the carpet.
“You’re so mean!” You whimper, reaching back to hit him but he grabs your arm and pins it behind your back. He uses the leverage to arch your back and present yourself to him, slamming balls deep into your wet cunt with enough force to jerk you closer to the mirror.
He leans down, his weight pinning you down. “And you’re a spoiled brat. Throwing a fucking tantrum because the waiters were wearing coral pink instead of peach pink? For that fit, you don’t deserve any attention tonight—you’re lucky I’m even here.”
You know that’s a lie. Lloyd wanted to come to your party, he even helped plan and cleared his schedule for the week to spend time with you, and your father, of course. Normally, you’d correct him, loving the pride that came with being right, all while he was wrong.
“Tell me how I’m being mean, baby. Mean daddies don’t even touch their girls when they misbehave—you’re a lucky one.” His big hand forcefully moves your head, and his fingers slip into your gaped mouth. You gag, saliva dribbling down your chin.
“You gonna apologize for being such a brat, pumpkin?” He slips them further down as your throat contracts, he’s trained you for this—by holding your head down on his cock and fucking your face. “No? Since you aren’t using your mouth, I’ll just keep it nice and full. Same with your pussy because I’m not pulling out.”
Boyfriend’s dad!Lloyd where he becomes obsessed with his son’s girlfriend and he always tries to get her alone. He is always being touchy and flirty with her, one day he just snaps and he gets his alone time with reader, she’s hesitant at first and a bit scared bc Mr.Hansen makes her feel something she’s never felt before not even with her own bf. She gives in and Mr. Hansen takes her up to his room but leave the door open a crack (he wants the son to catch them) They start getting it on 😈 and they don’t hear the bf/son get home and they are LOUD!!! (He’s is a NASTY dirty talker) So the son obviously hears them, he catches them. Lloyd doesn’t stop fucking the reader, the son gets cucked and the reader gets a new daddy/boyfriend that spoils her and treats her better that the cunt of a boyfriend of hers (Lloyd’s words).
❤️🔥 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐱 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Not the whore in me thinking about:
boyfriend’s stepdad!Lloyd fucking you from behind in his bed just as your boyfriend & his stepson!Ransom walks in, still fuming from your earlier argument bc he noticed his stepfather being overly touchy and friendly with you, “If you’re gonna let him touch you like that, might as well fuck him too!” is what he said before storming out.
And now seeing you getting pounded by said older moustached man, he curses you both out and leaves the house just after Lloyd says “Taking notes, Ransom? This is how you treat a little princess like her, fucking her cunt until she can’t think, and just turns into a little dumb crybaby. Tell me, does she let you do it bare? Or is she just that desperate for a real man?”
Now… does your bf ransom return ?? 😳 are we really going into that territory aka the deepest pits of hell and drowning in taboo ??
(uh, no cuckolding blood-related relatives here ofc)
“Knew this would shut you up.” Lloyd spits down where you meet, watching his salvia slip down your stretched hole. “Little brat just needed a cock in her ass. It’s a good thing I was here tonight, can’t have you giving your holes to some other bastard.”
His phone beeps and he actually checks it, showing you the screen. “Look who it is—your dad is wondering where you are. Should I tell him you sneaked out with your friends?” You mumble uselessly around your panties, craning your neck to meet his gaze. “Daddy can’t hear you, dumb baby. Did you say to call him?”
A moment later, he’s slowly thrusting into your puckered hole, gripping your hip tightly as your father voices his concern for your absence. You’re trembling under Lloyd, digging your nails into the leather seat of his car with your heel hanging off your foot. It falls to the floor as he sinks deep, his heavy balls flush against your soaked cunt.
“I think I know where she could’ve gone, this new club opened up.” Lloyd rasps, grinding into you deeply, filling you to the brim. “Yeah, yeah—I’ll get her, and bring her right back. Oh, I’ll make sure she’s on her best behaviour, don’t worry about that.”
