One shots featuring our favorite psycho. Some of these are in the same universe, and it will state as much. Some of these are just fun one shots, as they should be.
Summary: You knew you would get punished for not listening.
Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, vibrating panties, edging, slight degradation, slapping, orgasm denial, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.1K
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Lloyd leans back on the couch, picking his legs up to rest on the table in front of him. Two remotes in one hand; the first being used to idly flick through the television channels, the other you stare harshly at. His thumb runs gently over the buttons, never paying you any mind.
"Lloyd?"
"Uh-uh," he tsks you. Those blue eyes drifting over to you, mocking your predicament. "Do you remember what I told you at the gala?"
"To quit," he cocks up an eyebrow at you, needing for you to continue telling him more. With the clearing of his throat, his thumb clicks the smaller remote.
You're body heats up, bending at the waist. Trying to think of anything other than the vibrating panties you've wore for since you came home.
"You told me I need to quit my teasing, and rubbing your pants, or there would be hell to pay," you give him your best pouty face, but it doesn't phase him. "But Lloyd, I..."
"And did you quit rubbing your hand over my cock? You trying to make me hard in front of people. Your slutty self even bent down in front of me. No panties?" You try to plead your case, but he cuts you off again, "And I had to look at that sloppy cunt, all while, trying to keep my cock from misbehaving, since you can't mind."
"But Lloyd, I..."
"There is no buts. You got yourself into this mess," he clicks the remote again, and you let out a desperate yip. Your body heats up, and you try to not let him know. Don't want him see how close you are because he will deny you again.
"Lloyd," you say again causing the panties to go up another speed. And you blubber trying to apologize quickly for using that name, "Daddy, I'm sorry."
"Three times," his voice angry and laced with disbelief that you called him by his name. "Three times you said that," your body starts grinding on air, feeling yourself right at the edge of the cliff before he turns it off suddenly.
"Daddy, it hurts!"
"I did warn you," Lloyd's voice so calm and serene despite the slow torture he gives you. "I warned you that you would be punished. Did you doubt me?"
"No, sir."
"C'mere," he curls his finger up at you, beckoning you to come towards him. Sauntering over towards him, he takes those devilish panties off. His fingers go to your cunt, spreading your lips to watch your walls seize in frustration.
"It is quite swollen. What should I do with you?"
"Fuck me?" so innocent, despite the words that come out your mouth. "I promise I'll be a good girl."
"Oh, baby," he faces you away from him, letting your now naked body sit in his lap. "Show daddy how bad you want it? How needy is my messy pussy?"
You bite at your lip, turning to look at Lloyd, because you're not sure what he wants you to do. Grabbing his hand, you got to put it on your heated sex, but he jerks it away. "No, ma'am. Show me how you would fuck me right now."
"Gimme your cock."
"No," he responds flatly. "I haven't even fucked you dumb yet, Pumpkin. Are you really that stupid just thinking about daddy's thick cock? You imagining me splitting that greedy snatch open. Fucking you so deep you can taste me?"
Arching your back, you bounce your ass over his lap. Pretending that your velvety walls hug every inch of him. Circling your hips, and slamming down on him in frustration, while he laughs behind you.
His evil sneer is right in your ear, when you push your head on his shoulder. Body writhing on him, "Daddy please."
His only response is a slap to your cunt. Chirping on contact, his hand pulls off with a strand of your arousal connecting you to his beefy hand. "Daddy!" get your another smack, but this time you mewl in enjoyment.
"Fucking slut, you'll take anything I give you, huh?"
"No, I won't," your voice with a playful defiance, but Lloyd doesn't like it. His sticky hand slaps at your tip, and you try fruitlessly to find his cock.
Leaning forward, you let your leaking pussy rub against his khakis. Your throbbing clit getting some much needed friction, and you can feel Lloyd's bulge just at your entrance. Needing him like you've never needed him before.
"That's it, Pumpkin, get me good and hard, and I'll fuck you."
You give him some filthy grinds, before he pushes you off of him. Letting you kneel in the floor, pressing you down onto the coffee table. Pulling his cock out quickly, his hand gathers up your slit. Fisting his cock in your juices. Kneeling down with you, before shoving into your wet heat.
Never giving you a moment to adjust before he's just fucking into you, and with the way he's edged you for an hour, this was a welcome relief.
One hand presses your head into the table while the other holds onto your shoulder for leverage. Hoping that you feel him in your entire body. Your eyes peaking back at him, seeing that permanent scowl turn up in pleasure.
"Wait! Daddy no!"
"Do I look like someone who doesn't follow through with punishment?" you whimper up at him, but feel his cock twitch deep inside your womb. "That's not all either."
Not knowing what that could possibly mean, but you feel that heat growing in your belly. You try to slide your hand down to your clit, but Lloyd notices. Removing his hand from your head, he grabs up your hands, to slam on the table.
Barreling down in your overly sensitive hole, and just when you're right there, right when you orgasm begins to bloom in your tummy. He pulls himself out, and you sob when his hot thick delectable cream splatters up your back, "Lloyd, no! I wanted that. You're mean."
He leans right at your ear, a whispered growl, and every time he talks his mustache tickles your skin, "Cumming is a reward, and you have been so naughty. Didn't even get my seed deep in that pretty cunt. Maybe next time you'll learn to listen when I tell you to quit."
He plops back on the couch behind you, leaving you wanting so much more, and no amount of wiggling your butt makes him notice.
"I suggest you get a shower and get cleaned up. And if you use that shower head to make you cum, I swear you won't be feeling or tasting me for a week. Now be a good girl, and daddy might let you cockwarm me when we go to sleep."
