Lloyd Hansen X Reader - Blog Posts
what about Reader been a brat and trying to embarrassed lloyd Hanson, who is trying to patient and has no choice to punish her
You're Not Sorry
Lloyd hadn’t really done anything in particular to piss you off. You just decided that you weren’t getting enough attention from the man.
So, you felt tonight was the perfect occasion for your brand new little black dress. Also, because you told Lloyd you’d meet him at the party. His words ringing in your ear as you adjusted the position of the lace up panel to cover your bare pussy.
“This is a very important work event for me baby, lots of important partners there so please wear something nice.”
It’s his fault really, nice is a very polarising word. You personally found this dress, nice, Lloyd on the other hand probably wouldn’t let you leave the house in it.
Oh well, too late now.
You made your way into the event, heels clacking against the marble stairs towards the entrance. You could feel eyes following your every move and the subsequent scoff from the wives who had caught their husbands’ eyes on your barely covered ass.
Perfect, the dress was working.
Grabbing a glass of champagne from the attendant, you looked for your lover amongst the group. But it was too late because his eyes had already found you, most likely following the murmurs and chokes that were let out when you finally made your way inside.
He immediately, b-lined for you. His broad figure stood over you, his blue eyes now dark with anger,
“What the fuck are you wearing?” He seethed through clench teeth.
“You said wear something nice, this is nice.” You gestured towards your dress. Eyes innocently gazing at him.
“You look like a fucking whore.” He spat in your ear.
“Oh well.” You smirked.
“We are lea-“
“Lloyd!” He was cut off by the sudden appearance of an equally attractive man. Arguably a little older than Lloyd but no less handsome. He maintained a healthy head of salt and pepper hair, his top buttons undone, revealing a hard chest.
“Spencer! Hi… how are you.” Lloyd stutters as he went to accept the man’s outstretched hand in a shake.
Lloyd never stutters let alone gets intimidated by another man. Oh shit. This guy was important. Time to really turn up the heat.
“And whose this beauty?” The man turned towards you clearly checking you out as his eyes drank in the sight of you.
You caught a glimpse of Lloyd’s face, pure rage at this point, the vein on his forehead pulsating slightly, as sweat started to form.
“Y/N.” You outstretched your hand in which his took in his, delicately kissing it.
“It’s a pleasure.”
“Pleasure’s all mine sir”
“Please call me Spencer.”
“Spencer.” Still holding his hand in yours.
“She was just leaving Spencer.” Lloyd eyed you, giving you a look that read “You better fucking stop it’s not funny anymore.”
“Nonsense, I haven’t even treated her to a drink yet.”
Spencer’s eyes never let yours.
“I’d love one.”
“Well let’s not keep you waiting shall we” Spencer’s arm clasped your waist, leading you towards the bar. Leaving Llloyd to trail closely behind.
After getting 2 martinis, Spencer led you towards a secluded seat in the back of the venue.
“Here honey, there’s no room for all of us, you’ll be more comfortable on my lap anyways.” Pulling you on top of him, your ass fell to his hardening cock.
“So, Lloyd, about this deal.”
The men drank and negotiated, you never leaving your spot-on Spencer’s lap, toying with his tie.
Lloyd sat across from you both, swirling his scotch, eyes never leaving you as jealousy and anger burned inside of him.
You yawned as their talk of teams and assets bored you.
“Something wrong beautiful?” Spencer turned his head to you in his lap, hand coming up to pull some hair off your face.
“I’m just feeling a little tired, I think it’s time for my exit.”
“Great idea.” Lloyd jumped out of his seat, offering his head to you.
“It was great talking to you Spence, but I think we should save this for some time next week.”
“No agreed, it is a party after all.” He stood up from his seat, a boner presents against his dress pants. Lloyd managed to get a quick glance only furthering his anger.
“Y/N, honey, here’s my card. Call me if you ever need anything… that is if Mr. Hansen here ever lets you out of his sight.” He eyed off Lloyd before bringing his attention back to you.
“Thank you so much for tonight, Spencer.” You slipped the card in your cleavage. He leaned down towards your ear.
“We should do it again sometime.” He whispered, nipping your lobe lightly before pulling away.
“Lloyd.”
“Spencer.” The man left you both in the area alone.
You immediately went to wrap your arms around Lloyd. He pulled away, pushing you off him by your shoulders.
“Don’t fucking touch me. Car. Now.”
Too stunned to speak you made your way outside towards Lloyd’s car. Annoyed at his sudden rejection of you.
You couldn’t help the wetness forming between your legs at the excitement at what was to come.
After what felt like ages of you sitting in the passenger seat. Lloyd joined you in the car, reversing out without even so much as a hi.
You drove in silence as Lloyd raced down the empty highway in his sports car. His knuckles whitening as he gripped the wheel.
You finally arrived home, car parked out the front, his hands still on the wheel.
“Go upstairs, get on your knees and wait.”
You made your way upstairs quickly, almost tripping in your heels as you raced up the stairs. Settling yourself on the carpeted floor, you held your hands behind your back and waited.
2 minutes turned into 20 but you didn’t dare move a muscle, eyeing the security camera in the corner of the room.
Lloyd strolled into the room, closing the door behind him. He swirled the old-fashioned glass in his hand, he seemed calm… too calm. Taking a gulp of the dark brown liquid.
The silence was shortly broken as he threw it at the wall, the glass shattering on impact leaving a wet spot on the white wall.
You flinched at the sound.
“You stupid fucking slut.” He spat
Your eyes falling to the floor.
“You could have fucked up a 500-million-dollar deal in there, and you bet your ass you’re gonna pay for it sunshine.” He smirked, forcing your chin up to look him the eyes.
He ripped his zipper down in a single motion, unbuckling his tight white pants, whipping out his harden cock.
“Open.” He grabbed your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your hair back. You winced at the sudden pull.
He didn’t even give you time to ease his pulsating member into your mouth, pushing himself down your throat, you gagged at this sheer size.
Letting him use your mouth to satisfy his desire to have his cock soaked with your spit and tears.
Once has he had finished his assault on your tender mouth, a mascara and tears combination dripping down your cheeks, lipstick smeared around your mouth.
“Good girl. Stand up.” You scrambled to your feet, wobbling slightly after so much time on your knees. He pulled you by your neck to lick the tears off your cheeks, a smear of black transferring to his tongue forcing your mouth open with his thumb and then he promptly spitting it back down your throat.
His hands ran down towards the lines on your dress, trailing his fingers down each individual string holding your dress together.
His hands grabbing the fabric on either side.
“You humiliated me.” A sudden rip had formed at the top of your dress, revealing your flushed decolletage
“Flirted with another man in front of me.” Another rip, this one revealing your breasts as they bounced at the sudden release.
“And disobeyed me… on purpose.” The final rip, your dress now in two parts on either side of your body, you stood naked in front of him, your heat dripping at the sudden exposure of air.
“No panties you really are a fucking whore.”
You whispered a meek sorry.
“What did you just say? Sorry? Look at you, you’re dripping with arousal, you are clearly not fucking sorry. But don’t worry you will be.” He pushed you back onto the plush mattress.
“Turn over.”
You got into your submissive position, head in the mattress, ass high in the air. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the air. You could feel the red mark on your ass forming but not before he landed another on the other cheek.
“Youve been such a dirty girl showing yourself off. Hope you enjoyed tonight because you will never do that again.” Another harsh slap fell onto your ass;
“Yes daddy.”
His thick tip tickled the folds of your pussy, painstakingly teasing your hole, avoiding your aching clit completely
“Do you want this baby? You want daddy’s cock in you?”
“Yes, please daddy please I need it.”
“I know you need it, but do you deserve it.”
“No daddy but I promise I’ll be good.”
Without warning he plunged into your needy hole, starting his assault on your core;
“Do you think Spencer could fuck you this good baby?”
“No daddy.. no.. he couldn’t” Your words came out as a mumbling as you tried to focus on responding to Lloyd, eager not to prolong the orgasm longer than it will be;
“Such a dirty slut for me. Your daddy’s slut isn’t that right baby?”
“Yes, daddy just yours, only Lloyd’s dirty little slut.”
“Good girl…” his hands smoothed over your ass as he continued to plummet into you
“Still fucking disrespected me” he interrupted the moment of tenderness with another hard slap on your rump.
He pulled your hair back roughly, “Twerk on my cock, make me cum.”
You immediately did what you were told, bouncing your ass onto his cock, moaning at the new angle that came with the push of your ass down to his base.
His hands fell to your hips, gripping them roughly to help guide you onto him.
You could feel his heavy ballsack slapping against your clit, your knees started to give at the euphoric sensation of pleasure and pain, the sting of your ass still present as continued to hit your g-spot.
You reached your hand between your legs desperate to touch your aching nib. Your hand was pulled away by a sudden jerk, your wrists now pinned behind your back.
“Nah-uh sunshine you’re not allowed to cum.”
His hands sneaking underneath you to support your weight. Grabbing your boobs in his hands with a harsh squeeze, leaning over you to trap your arms between your back and his body.
“Yeah, baby oh yeah daddy’s gonna cum, yeah you want daddy to put babies in you? You going to be a good cum dumpster for daddy’s load?”
“Ah huh.” You let out a groggily moan
“That’s not a fucking answer.”
“Yes, daddy please give it to me, I want it inside of me.”
“Good.” He released inside of you, his seed shooting into your pelvis, filling you up fully.
He pulled out with a groan, and you whimpered at the loss of contact, collapsing on the mattress as cum slowly oozed out of you.
Lloyd licked his fingers, quickly shoving the creamy release back into you.
“Gotta keep it all in there.”
“You gonna help me finish daddy?”
“I told you bad girls don’t get to cum didn’t I?”
“But Lloyd… I…”
“No, arguments or I’ll make it a week. This is your punishment now get into bed.”
You crawled upwards and under the covers, shivering at the sudden loss of warmth inside of you.
He pulled you into him,
“Maybe tomorrow if you can prove that you’ve learnt your lesson you can cum ok sunshine?”
“Ok daddy.”
“Good. Now sleep.”
You cuddled him close, trying to ignore the ache between your legs.
🎃Lloyd x Reader: Pumpkin carving Drabble🎃
Warnings: knife play, mostly fluff, reader has sensitive ears, hand kink, scent kink, reader being a brat, marking/ hickeys/ biting, implied smut
Nicknames: Pumpkin
A/N: A spooky little treat before the next Monstertober day
༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺
“How did I let you convince me to do this again, Pumkin?” Lloyd questioned in a huff, he stood in the doorway wearing his tight black turtleneck, which was your favourite, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his hairy, bulky arms, his vein rippling out of his skin like lightning bolts trailing down to his calloused hands.
“I promised you a reward afterwards.” You giggled passing him a kitchen knife, which he began chucking up and down “Lloyd that’s dangerous.” You warned, he smiled at the concerned look on your face
“I know what I’m doing, Pumpkin.” He threw it up in the air one more time, bumping the handle with his elbow as it fell, catching it with his hand and pointing it towards his pumpkin “You’ve got everything set out so nicely, like a little housewife.” He cooed, pulling you close and placing a kiss on your forehead.
You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his comment. You, a housewife…for him. You liked the idea, you couldn’t deny that; but the way he said, it like his words held so much more meaning behind them. You always loved when he complimented you, it made you feel so special. Nothing else in the world mattered except what Lloyd thought, what Lloyd said—he’d made you completely reliant on him. “L-Let’s get started…That pumpkins yours and this one's mine.” You cursed yourself for stuttering, Lloyd smirked at your brushing his large hand across your forearm before pulling his pumpkin closer to him on the newspaper. You followed suit, picking up your knife and beginning to cut a circle around the stem of the pumpkin—you had much more difficulty than Lloyd as tried to cut through the tough skin of the pumpkin.
“Are you sure you’re allowed to do this?”
“Of course I am! I know how to use a knife, Lloyd. I'm not a child. And then we can make pumpkin bread after this.” You huffed turning away from him and continuing to cut into the pumpkin.
Lloyd grabbed your chin turning you towards him “No, I mean because you’re a pumpkin; so this is murder and cannibalism. I never knew you were so devious, Pumpkin.” You opened your mouth to reply but no words left your mouth, you just stared at him with your mouth hanging open. He let you go and resumed carving his pumpkin, you closed your mouth and returned your own pumpkin, pulling the center out before you began digging out the seeds.
Your gaze drifted over to Lloyd as he held onto the pumpkin with one of his hands, the muscles shifting under his skin as he squeezed the skin of the pumpkin. The golden ring on his pinky finger glimmering in the light catching your attention briefly as you remembered the time he slipped it on to each one of your fingers trying to get it fit “it only fits your thumb, Pumpkin, you’re so tiny compared to me…Don’t worry I'll get you a ring just like this one so we can match.” He did get you a ring to match, it was perfectly tailored to the size of your pinky. Your eyes travelled up his arms, watching as his biceps tensed whilst he used a spoon to scoop out some of the pumpkins innards. You had to look away to stop yourself from drooling, Lloyd knew you were watching. He was taking his time on purpose, squeezing the firm outside of the pumpkin and intermittently letting out a soft grunt to toy with you. He loved to see the way you practically salivated over him—he always knew you adored his hands, his scent, his eyes, his body. He knew The parts you liked about him so he abused your weaknesses just to be able to watch you stumble over your words; just last week he caught you spraying some of his new cologne on one of his hoodies you’d stolen, so he instantly bought more of it. Lloyd broke the silence “I’m all up in this pumpkin's guts. Kinda like I was last night with you-“ You pout grabbing some of the mashed up pumpkin and throwing it at him “Hey! No throwing the pumpkin. God, it smells so bad.” His face contorts into disgust as he wipes it off his black turtleneck grimacing at the texture and wetness as he throws it on to the newspaper-clad counter.
You giggle, letting a devious smile spread across your lips “Then don’t be such a perv, we’re meant to be doing a wholesome activity for once.” You cross your arms and arch an eyebrow at him.
“There’s nothing wholesome about the way you were looking at my hands, Pumpkin, don’t think I didn’t see you.” Your face heats up in embarrassment and without thinking you smear your pumpkin covered hands across his stupid attractive face “Oh that’s it!” Lloyd picked up the knife he’d been using to carve the pumpkin and hovers it underneath your chin, gently gliding the blade against the delicate soft skin of your throat, the juice of the pumpkin on the knife leaving a sticky trail “I’ve played nice for long enough, now it’s time to have fun. You like that idea don’t you, Pumpkin? Your thighs are clenching. I decided to be nice and play along with your desire to carve pumpkins, and you return the favour by being a brat.” He leans down to your ear, his hot breath fanning at the sensitive skin “Good thing I like it when you’re a brat.” He whispers, rubbing the bristles of his moustache against the shell of your ear, relishing in the whine that escapes from your lips as he sucks on your earlobe. He knows it’s sensitive, he’s teasing you. You wipe your hands on the tea towel you’d set out and then rest your now clean hands on his shoulders for support as he continues to attack your sensitive ears. Lloyd moves down from your ear to your neck, licking a stripe from your jaw to clavicle. He settled at your collar bone, suckling at the thin skin and running it through his teeth. You buried your fingers in his cropped hair, fiddling with the styled top till strands of his hair were falling onto his forehead in curls.
You rub your thighs together, relishing in the friction, as he drags the knife down your neck to your torso, pressing harder so you can feel the blade through the crew neck of his that you were wearing. He drew crescents beneath reach of your breast before travelling further down. Lloyd pressed hot opened mouth kisses to your throat as he bunched the sweater at your hips “Only panties? How naughty.” Lloyd purred, sucking a hickey into your neck.
He ran the cool blade of the knife along your thigh, bringing it ever so close to the apex of your hips tracing your folds with the blunt side of the blade before running it back up your torso, across your chest and back to your neck; outlining your collar bones then your trachea and settling just below your jaw. He stared down at you, you swore those eyes could see into the depth of your soul. You followed the slate outer ring that faded into a bright blue—one glance into those eyes made any bad day better. His pink lips curved into a smile and he pulled the knife away from your throat, raising the blade in the air threateningly.
Lloyd stabbed the knife into his pumpkin and then picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. He gave you a quick kiss “We’ll finish carving later, I want my reward now.” He kissed you again, but this time he deepened it; slipping his tongue into your mouth intertwining it with yours before catching your bottom lip with his teeth and tugging at it “What do you say, Pumpkin? Want me to be all up in your guts?”
‘I’d like that.” You titter as he strides with you up the stairs towards the bedroom. Pumpkin carving will have to wait after all.
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