Chris and Co. Oneshots

Better the enemy you know - Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Warnings: Language! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! Lloyd Hansen (he's a warning all by himself okay)

The club was packed. Music pounding at a level that it didn't matter what was being played, all Lloyd could hear was the repetitive thump. The dance floor was full, sweaty bodies grinding against each other.

Lloyd had found some refuge at the crowded bar, leaning against the cool counter as he waited to be served. He was barely paying attention to the people around him until he felt a presence beside him. Glancing over he spotted you leaning against the bar, hip jutted out as your eyes scanned up and down his body.

"Stashe bold choice" you comment nodding to his face.

Lloyd's lip twitches upwards as he turns to examine you. His eyes roamed over your body, appreciating all your assets, the skin-tight dress you wore that made everything that more attractive. It didn't take a genius to know he liked what he saw.

"I'm a bold kinda man, pumpkin" Lloyd smirks.

"Oh I don't doubt that," you say biting your lip as you stepped closer to him, hand reaching out to run your hand over his bicep "now why don't you get me a drink"

Lloyd arched a brow "and what do I get in return?" He asked as he flagged down a bartender.

You stepped even closer leaning up to whisper in his ear "whatever the hell you want, wherever the hell you want"

Lloyd grinned nodding his head in appreciation "ballsy" he smirks.

"Two glasses and a bottle of scotch," Lloyd said to the bartender not taking his eyes off you.

"Uh, sir we don't sell by the bottle," the bartender tells him.

Lloyd's expression doesn't change as he reaches out, grabbing the bartender by the collar and harshly pulling him towards him "I said get us a bottle of scotch sunshine" Lloyd growls.

The bartender whimpers as he quickly nods his head, stumbling back when Lloyd let him go. He quickly scampers off, soon returning with a bottle of scotch.

"What do you say pumpkin? Wanna get out of here?" Lloyd asks as he grabs the bottle.

"Lead the way" you smirk looping your arm with his.

The two of you had made a good dent into the bottle by the time you reached his apartment. Lloyd watched as you strolled through the apartment, heels dangling from one hand, a glass of scotch in the other.

"Nice place" you comment "I could have guessed you were a black and white minimalist kinda guy," you say spinning around to face him.

Lloyd shrugs as he walks closer, placing the bottle of scotch on the marble island as he went "I'm a simplistic kinda guy, I know what I want, I get what I want"

Your eyes scan up and down before you take a long sip of scotch, draining the glass "and what is it that you want?" You ask as you sauntered over to him.

Lloyd's lips twitch as you reach him, glancing up at him through your lashes "you" he states, his hand moving to rest on your hip.

You smirk reaching out to put your glass down on the side, before wrapping your fingers around his hand on your hip, moving it to rest on your ass.

"You already have me" you whisper using his hand to pull yourself against him.

"Oh pumpkin, you might regret that" Lloyd smirks squeezing your ass harshly making you gasp.

"I'm counting on it" you mutter hands running up his chest to settle on his shoulders.

A low growl escapes Lloyd's lips as he crashes them down against yours. The taste of scotch intermingled as his tongue met yours, the both of you groaning at the taste.