thinking of sugar daddy Titus Danforth that insists on you calling him dad in public and making out with him right after
the concept of going to VS with him and holding up panties and bras with “do you think I’d look good in this, dad?” + him getting turned on as ppl give y’all ugly looks. also yes y’all go to a family bathroom so you can change and he cums into your panties before y’all continue shopping
a/n: havent written in forever, sorry!! But today is my bday so my gift to y’all :3
“Hi, I’m here to see Dr. Abbot.”
Lupe looked up, recognition in her eyes as she gave a soft smile. “Ahh here to see your dad? His shift just started a bit ago. You okay?”
You give a hurried nod, hand coming up to your face to show her the bag you’re holding, “yeah he forgot his food at home. Figured I’d bring it for him.”
She gives a breathy laugh, “well aren’t you a good daughter?” Her hands move to release the door strike, “go on, I’m sure he won’t be hard to find.”
You give a nod and a small wave before heading through the doors. You saw familiar faces, some running around some charting. You head for the main desk where you find Dana.
She looks up with a breathy laugh, “and what are you doing here?”
“‘Mm here to see my dad, forgot his lunch. Know where he is?” You look over your shoulders hoping to see his salt and pepper hair.
“He’s busy, wanna leave it here? I’ll tell him you came by.” She went back to her papers, hand motioning the empty spot at the desk.
You gave a nervous laugh, “it’s just that…uhm I really wanted to see him. I need to talk to him about something too.”
She gives a nod and looks back up, “wait in the lounge and I’ll send him over when I can?”
“Deal.”
She gave a nod and smile and went back to her work. You headed to the lounge, whike everyone bustled around you. You sat, eyes wandering the walls, peeking at whatever action you could see through the door window.
You lost track of time, hands opening the bag and reaching in for a snack. The door opened, your eyes widened and body stilled.
“Thought I heard that was for me, princess.”
Your tension went away at the voice and a wide smile plastered across your face, “dad!! You’re here!!” You jumped out of your chair to give him a hug. His arm wrapping around you. You lean back a bit, still pressed against him. In the smallest voice you can muster, “can I have a kiss?”
You can feel him stiffen against you. He pauses before he clears his throat, arm loosening around you before it leaves.
“I’m at work, (y/n).”
Your eyes fix on your hands as they nervously pluck and fiddle with one another, “I know…just missed you.”
“I was just home a few hours ago.”
You stifle a laugh, “I know, but we didn’t…” Your eyes find his, he gives a small look of confusion.
“Didn’t what?”
You shuffle side to side, hands resting on his chest giving a small squeeze at the fabric, “didn’t get to…you know..”
You try to wiggle your eyebrows as he lets out a laugh, “princess, I have no idea what you’re getting at.”
You give a big pout and a sigh, “I need you…”
His face lights up, mouth widening a bit as he lets out air. “You visited me at work with food to tell me you’re horny?”
You give a small nod, “please, we can be quick. I promise, pleaseee.”
He shakes his head, moving away and towards the table. He takes a seat, hands rummaging through the bag. “I’m at work, (y/n). We can talk later.”
You sit beside him, placing your hand atop his, “please, dad. we can go to the restroom, just really quick.”
“I have work to do, you do know that right?”
Quick glance at the window to see nobody is around, your hand wanders to his crotch. “Please, dad. Pleasee. You don’t want to make your little girl sad, do you?” Your hand presses firmly against him, palming at his length.
He clears his throat, one hand going to yours holding it still. “Stop, (y/n). We can’t do this here.”
You shoot him a sly smile, lips to his ear, “c’mon, dad. I can tell you want it too. Let you do anything you want. Please please please, I want icky sex with my dad.”
He grabs your hand and tosses it aside, “I said no. Listen to your dad and go home.”
You pout, your hand going back to his and placing it over your pants. You press his fingers against your core, the small wetness against his fingertips.
You lean towards him and with the softest, smallest voice you can muster, “I need you, dad. ‘Mm sorry I’m being a bad girl…I just, I need dada to help me feel good. You know, it never feels as good when I do it by myself.”
You can feel his fingers moving of his own accord against you, small sigh leaving him as his fingers settle.
“Family restroom down the hall. When you walk out, hold your stomach like it hurts. I’ll be there in a bit.”
You give a wide smile, practically jumping out of your seat. You give him a small kiss on the cheek, “okie, I’ll wait for you, dada!!”
You get out of the chair and head for the door. You walk out with an arm around your stomach, slightly bent down as you head for the restroom. You go inside, happily awaiting his arrival.
You sway side to side, eagerly waiting for him. You hear a knock at the door, your hand hovering over the handle.
“(Y/n)? You in there, baby?”
You hurriedly open the door with a wide smile, he steps in quickly and locks it behind him. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer into him.
You lean into him, lips hovering over his. He gives you a crooked smile, the small air as he laughs brushing your lips.
“God, you’re so eager aren’t you?”
You nod eagerly, your gaze flicking across his face.
His grip tightens as he closes the gap, your lips meeting.
You can feel him smiling against your lips, as if he’s holding back a laugh. “Needed this, pup.”
You let out a whine, your hand going to the waistband of his scrubs.
He moves back to pull his cock out while you lower your pants. He turns you around so your cheek is against the wall. His cock teasing at the fabric between your legs, he leans in breath on your ear, “Such a pretty girl, just like your mom.”
He pulls your panties to the side and presses himself in, his groan filling the room. His hands move to your hips as he fucks into you roughly. Your cheek pressing harder against the wall with each thrust.
Your hand moves to your clit, giving small quick circles against yourself. You can hear the chuckle leaving him as he realizes what you’re doing. Your fingers quicken.
“You promised me quick, pup.”
You let out a whine, “it’s only been like 5 minutes.”
“Don’t argue with your dad.”
You can feel your fingers quicken on their own at his words, your core tightening down on him.”
“Fuck, baby. You like when I say that don’t you? My little girl loves being fucked by her dad, huh? Wanna hear you say it.”
“I like being fucked by my dad. Hngh, dad’s the only one that makes me feel good.”
His pace quickened with every word. His mouth pressing sloppy kisses to your neck till you finished.
“Dad, I need to-“
“You can do it, baby. Cum for dad, be my good girl.”
Your breathing quickened as you came, feeling yourself tighten around him. Your breath becoming heavy as your fingers moved away, face lying completely on the wall.
His moans filled your ear as he came inside you, the feeling of his breath against you. Him trying to catch his breath as he let out small mumbles.
You both stayed still for a moment, trying to calm down. He pulled out, placing your underwear back over you before you both redressed.
Your face felt warm as you looked at him, his eyes not quite meeting yours as he fiddled with his scrubs.
“Pup, you can’t be coming here and doing this, okay?”
You gave a nod as his eyes finally met yours, “I know. I just missed you.”
That manages to make him laugh as shakes his head lightly, “still. If you miss me, call me or text me. I don’t-we don’t need this. Not here.”
You look down at your shoes, “I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t be, just be careful for next time, okay?”
You give a smile and hug him, “you’ll call me when you’re headed home?”
He presses a kiss to your head, “of course and text me when you get home. I don’t need to be worrying about you and everything out there.”
totally ramdom drabble nobody asked for but i love hartnett. also to all my Hatosy/Abbot ppl, i ship Jack with Coop so hard so go watch Trap (2024)
cooper gets home late that’s the whole drabble
You laid on the couch, some random rerun playing as you watched the door. You tapped your screen to read the time, it’s only been a minute or two since you last checked.
“He should be home by now…” you trailed off as you flipped through the channels, looking for any news channel that could explain the long shift. In recent weeks, it’d become normal for the randomly long shifts or the “gonna run an errand,” but tonight of all nights, you wanted a reason.
The sound of the door opening pulled you away from your thoughts, your eyes darted to it. There stood Cooper, all 6’3” of him, he looked blank faced till his eyes met yours. No shock, no little “I’m sorry,” just slight confusion.
“Why are you still up?”
He closes the door behind him, eyes never leaving yours. His hand going to his pocket before he pulls off his jacket.
“Why are you late, Coop?”
He pulled off the rest of his jacket, his hand showing off some shiny necklace that you couldn’t care less for at this moment. “I asked you first, but anyways look, I got you another antique.”
You pouted as he walked towards you, adjusting yourself so he can sit beside you. He grabbed your wrist and clipped the bracelet on.
“See, isn’t that nice? Got a good deal.”
“I don’t want another bracelet. I want you, here.”
He gives a sheepish nod, “I thought you’d like it.”
“I do, but I like being with you more.”
You give a pout, pressing closer into his side. “Promise you’ll come home as soon as your shift is over next time?”
“Yeah, ‘course.”
“Good or I’ll never forgive you.”
You pull away from him, but his hand pulls you back.
“Let me make it up to you, baby.”
Your hands roam his shoulder and chest, “how are you gonna do that Coop?”
He shoots you a wide smile, “let me eat you out, show you how sorry I am.”
Your jaw drops, a hand pressing against his cheek with light force. Your hand lightly grips his jaw, “don’t joke like that coop. You’re gonna make me even more mad.”
hi hello we miss you come back i hope you're mentally, emotionally, and physically well i love you stay safe
hii !!!
been kinda busy but kinda just not motivated to write :0 but this made me finish a draft/post!! thank you so much!! all is well for me right now and actually in a rlly good place right now :3
I can't stop thinking of titus being super rough while he takes your virginity
Coming Undone
finally getting to this omg (CW: rough/noncon/degradation/blood mention/pup name mention/impregnation mention) not proofread!
Heated kisses at some bar had turned into this. Laying in Titus’ bed as he laid over you, nipping at your neck, small mumbles while his hips pressed against yours.
His hands trailed to your waistband, small whine escaping him as his hand pressed against it. You turned away from him with a whimper, your hand atop of his, “I don’t know….”
He let out a laugh with that crooked smile, his fingers trailing to your core. “C’mon, I can tell you want it.”
A red crept on your cheeks, “I’ve never done this before.”
His eyes widened as his smirk deepened, fingers pressing firmer against you, “You want it, don’t you? Why else would you come home with me?”
You could barely meet his eyes, “it’s just…I’m nervous.”
He let out a laugh laced with poison, “I’ll take care of you.” His hands moving to your waistband, fiddling with the buttons. Your hands hover over his as if you’d actually have the heart to stop him.
He pulled them off you, your panties still on with that teasing wet spot. He pulled his cock out, pressing against the ever growing pool, rubbing his leaky head along you.
You squirmed under him, small moans escaping you as your hips bucked. Every little move made him laugh, “it’s pathetic how bad you want it.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in embarrassment, trying to compose yourself as he pulled your panties off. Your legs pressed closed as they left you, his hands forcing them open.
Before you could even make a noise, you could feel him pressed against your entrance. He pushed himself in suddenly, your breath hitching.
A laugh escaped him as his lips found your neck. Small bites making you shudder, your hands on his chest lightly pushing against him.
His thrusts were rough and fast, every one making you whine.
“Stop, stop, Titus.”
Your hands pushed against him as hard as you could. His teeth bit down harder on you, small mumble against your neck, “you can take it.”
Your hands went to push his face off you, his hand grabbing your wrists and pinning them above you. He readjusts himself and looms over you with a smile.
“Don’t act like you don’t fucking want it, bitch.”
His thrusts became harder as his grip on you tightened. “Fuck you take it so good. I wouldn’t have believed you really were a virgin,” he pulls out slowly, eyes on your core as a smirk creeps on, “except looks like you’re bleeding. Am I being too rough, huh?”
You nod hurriedly, “please just stop. Just stop, Titus.”
He lets out a fake whine, one hand moving off your wrists while the other holds both. His free hand trails down your body, thumb going to your clit. He does small light circles as he pushes himself in quickly.
You can feel your breath speeding up at how good his touch feels.
“See, I don’t think you mean that. I think you like it. Say it.”
You shake your head no while your hips buck to his touch. The laugh he lets out almost makes you feel like you could cum on the spot.
His thumb leaves you, “I’m trying to be nice, you know?” His hand comes down hard on your cheek.
“Say it.”
He starts thrusting again, harder with each slap. Your mouth opens slowly, “I-I like it…”
“Louder. Like what?”
His hand goes to grab your jaw and make you face him.
“I like when you fuck me.”
“Say you want to be my cock addicted mutt.”
You pout lightly, “I want to be your cock addicted mutt.”
His hand moves to your neck, pressing firmly as he thrusts. His labored breathing, the sounds of him thrusting, you can feel that tightness in your stomach.
“Titus, I’m-“
He gives a hard squeeze down on your neck, “mutts don’t talk.”
“But-“
His grip squeezes the air out of you, “mutts don’t fucking speak. Mutts bark, got it?”
You nod as best you can with his grip, a small squeak coming out of you. He lightens as if to say he’d take your word.
His breathing was heavy as his thrusts slowed, “Mm gonna breed you, mutt. Gonna have my litter.”
Your eyes widened, wrists moving against him. You felt him fill you up, his head coming to your neck. Warm breath against you, “we should get you a collar, pup.”
