Title: D.T.F
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing:Lily Luna Potter/Lorcan Scamander
Word Count: 1,053
Content: PWP, casual sex/booty call, maledom, blowjob, rough sex, spanking, Lorcan is an arsehole.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Lily's had a bad date and doesn't want to have shaved for nothing, she knows a guy who's always ready.
A/n: Written for weasleyjumpers MiniFest 2022. I was struggling for something to write, and I've had this idea for a while and had to get it out of my head. Not my usual style but I hope it's enjoyable, mind those tags.


Lorcan Scamander appeared out of Lily Luna Potter’s fireplace, with a familiar lopsided grin firmly in place and his dirty blond hair deliberately mussed up into an untidy tangle that he thought looked good. He wore skinny jeans, a white tank top and an old battered Dragonskin jacket that his mother hated.

Lily was almost regretting inviting him over, already. Almost

“Hey, Lorcan,” she said.

“Hi Lily,” Lorcan said with a leer. “You look nice.”

“Thanks I...” Lily trailed off and tugged the hem of her dress slightly. It was a pretty dress, it rode high at the bottom and low on the top. She’d worn make up, she’d even tried to tame her wild hair. Lorcan was looking her up and down, grinning more broadly.

“Had a date, huh?” He said planting himself on the sofa next to her and throwing one arm down the back of it, behind her shoulders.

“Sort of.”

“Didn’t go well. Left you high and dry did he?”

Lily blushed. Lorcan had a one track mind but on this occasion he was entirely right. She turned her face towards him and he was already close to her, blue eyes sparkling and alight.

She nodded.

She’d liked the bloke she’d been out with a lot. She’d been ready to invite him back to hers when he’d made some excuse and bailed without a backwards glance. Hence why she’d invited Lorcan over.

Lorcan trailed his hands through her hair and then covered her mouth with his. His kiss was hot and urgent, his arms wrapping about her quickly as he snogged her.

Lily moaned into his mouth as she was pulled into his lap. Her hands scrabbled and tore at his jacket, pushing it off him while his hands settled on her hips pulling her down to grind against his erection. Lily had been right; Lorcan was always up for it.

She gasped as Lorcan broke free of their lip-lock to apply his mouth to her neck and chest instead, combing her hands through his hair but she could hardly make it more messy.

“Fuck, Lily,” Lorcan growled. “You want this really want this don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Lily said all embarrassment forgotten.

“Well you know what I want then?” He said with another grin.

Lily did. She took a deep breath, then slid out of his lap and knelt on the floor. Lorcan removed his jeans so fast they were practically thrown at the far wall. His top seemed to vanish when she wasn’t looking and Lily found herself facing Lorcan’s cock; heavy and hard and shining with pre-come.

Lily looked up at him and hen she kissed the tip of the cock and wrapped her lips about it to suck. The salty taste filling her mouth and she took the cock deeper into it. She could see Lorcan smile and his head lolled back with his eyes half closed. His legs were spread and he placed his arms behind his head.

For a while they remained in this pose, Lily on her knees bobbing her head on Lorcan’s cock while Lorcan sat back in a pose of perfect relaxed enjoyment.

Then equally causally Lorcan reached out with one hand, grabbed the back of Lily’s head and pushed down. Lily would have objected but it came out as a muffled moan with Lorcan’s cock down her throat. Her heads dug into the inside of his leg and Lorcan let her up... for a second before pushing her down his cock again.

“That’s it, that’s Lily,” he grunted. “That’s take it deep. I know you want it. My cock right down your neck.”

Lorcan’s such an arsehole. Lily thought but her body was flushed, her nipples were hard and she thought she was probably soaking her knickers. She concentrated and let Lorcan control her and drooling over his cock as it filled her throat.

Practically centuries, later Lorcan pulled free and held his cock over her face.

“Fuck, I’d love to paint your pretty face with my come, Lily.” He said huskily. “But then what kind of guest would I be?”


They ended up in Lily’s bed, with Lily now entirely naked and on her knees, her hands were wrapped around the headboard as it creaked and groaned under their motions. Lorcan was slamming into her from behind; his hands tight around her waist, his hips slamming against her arse and his cock filling her completely. She gasped and moaned breathlessly with each thrust.

“Come on Lily,” Lorcan said, “work with me here, push yourself back in my cock, I can’t do all the work here.”

Lily tried pushing herself back to meet his thrusts. She groaned at the force of the collisions.

“I can’t,” she whimpered.

“You can,” Lorcan said and the next time he sank to the hilt in her cunt, Lily felt a light slap on her arse and squeaked. He did it again and she clenched tight around his cock and moaned; a sharp abbreviated sound.

“Oh!” Ah! “You.” Ah! “Are.” Ah! “Such.” Ah! “An.” Ah! “Arsehole.” Ah! “Lorcan.” She howled. Lorcan punctuated each word with a thrust and spank to her arse.

“That’s right,” Lorcan said with a chuckle, pulling away from the headboard and pressing her down flat to the bed. His thrusts became slower but just as complete. His voice was now lower and deeper and close to her ear, a shiver went down Lily’s spine. “If you wanted nice, you could have called my brother Lysander, couldn’t you? He worships the ground you step on. But you wanted to be fucked didn’t you?”

He’d left off the spanking, one hand now rubbed at her arse, soothing the warmth there, the other was between her legs, to rub at the slick nub of her clit.

“Didn’t you?”

“Yes!” Lily said it was as much an outcry and an answer and she quivered and shuddered in a tremendous climax as she said it.

“That’s right.” Lorcan buried himself to the hilt in her and gushed into her cunt.

He rolled off of her and oto the other side of the bed as Lily panted and enjoyed the afterglow. He wasn’t the cuddling type, she surmised.

She was probably going to regret this in the morning but for now she was glad Lorcan was always, always, up for it.