Pairing: Titus Danforth X fem!reader
Summary: You’re Titus’ wife and, once in a while, you two love to play a little game of hide and seek. The prize? If you win, you can have anything from him. But if he does? Oh, he wants everything.
Warnings/Content: NSFW, pet names, riding, clit play, spanking, P in V, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare (if I forgot anything, please, forgive me).
I DO NOT own this gif. All credits go to the owner.
Inspired by the song Animals by Maroon 5
Baby, I’m preying on you tonight
Hunt you down, eat you alive
Maybe you think that you can hide
I can smell your scent for miles
That was all you could see in the forest surrounding the Danforth property.
It was past midnight now, the rough wind shaking the trees and blowing your hair.
The long black dress you wore would occasionally catch on the low branches in the forest, the black shoes sinking where there was mud.
You ran for dear life, deviating from the trees, looking back to try and maybe see something – or a certain someone – chasing you down through the dense forest.
That’s what you were for Titus tonight.
You’ve played this game a million times with your husband. He loved chasing you down through the forest surrounding his property and you loved to be chased by him.
Whoever won always had the same prize: if it were you, you could have anything from him. But if it were him, he always wanted everything from you.
Which made you constantly let him win.
You were close to the lodge and Titus was too quiet during tonight’s game. He usually liked to fire his shotgun into the sky to get a scared reaction out of you.
Your heart would beat faster, the blood would rush away from the extremities of your body, and you would gasp for air.
This whole atmosphere of terror was what made Titus tick.
It all started shortly after your honeymoon. One night, at Titus’ lodge – your lodge actually, like he insisted on correcting it – he asked if you were interested in playing a game.
You knew that this type of proposal, especially coming from your husband, would not be as simple as a game of chess.
In a way, it was a chess game… except you were his pawn.
When you heard the words hide and seek leave his mouth, you thought he just wanted to mess with you, see your reaction.
You couldn’t be more wrong.
He explained how the game worked and reassured you he would never let you get hurt in any circumstances. Not throughout the game nor at any moment in your life.
That was a promise he made at the altar and that he would keep, even if it were with his own life.
You decided to comply, because you wanted to make your husband happy.
He explained how the game worked and what the prize would be if you won or if he did.
There was only one thing he demanded from you.
That you wore your wedding dress.
A long, black and beautiful wedding dress.
So, you got ready the same way you did on your wedding day.
Except, this time, you would not be marrying your husband… you would be chased by him.
The game begun and you hid behind a tree in the forest.
You didn’t expect, but Titus fired his shotgun into the sky, drawing a scared sound from you.
In no time, he found you, a devilish grin on his lips, lifting your body as if it weighed nothing—light as a feather.
He placed you on his shoulder and took you back to the lodge.
And you had the best night of your life until that moment.
Now here you were, two years of marriage, still playing hide and seek as the best and most fucked up form of foreplay.
----------------------------------------------------
Titus was nowhere to be seen, which made sense for a game of hide and seek, but it was unusual for him.
To take this long to find you.
There was a spot by the river just a few minutes away from the lodge that you noticed last time you two played the game. A small cave that could provide you the safety you needed but could also give you a wide view of your surroundings.
Of course you wanted Titus to win.
It’s been almost two months since he invited you to play, which surprised you and made you suspicious at the same time.
He never gave you a reason, just didn’t suggest it in the past few weeks.
In the mean time, Titus made sure that you two would had sex in almost every spot in the Danforth Manor.
Maybe as a way of finding a new form of rush that you both got from hide and seek.
But tonight he invited you, after all this time, to go back playing your favorite game.
And you couldn’t be more excited.
You noticed a figure exceptionally fast, and you knew it could only be him.
During the game, you tried to be as quiet as possible, to make it difficult for him to find you. The longer the hunt would take, the hotter you two would get.
But tonight you were in the mood for playing the game a little differently, to go against what Titus thought he already knew about you.
From behind the tree, you tried to give your most ethereal whistle, to match the vibe of the night.
You could see Titus’ shadow searching for the sound, so you ran to hide behind another tree and repeated the same sound.
Titus transformed himself into a hunter, shotgun resting on his shoulder and the moonlight reflected his predatory eyes.
You’ve never done that before.
The prey is not supposed to hunt back.
You only had to hide until he found you, not taunt him.
That made him furious with himself for not finding you as quickly as he thought he would.
But, at the same time, made his body, mind and soul be filled with something visceral… a never ending want.
He wanted, no, he craved for you in the most primal way.
Like an animal craved his prey.
After a few seconds, his shadow disappeared in the darkness and you were left all alone again.
You spotted the small cave by the river and, making sure he wasn’t anywhere around you, you went there to hide.
But then, you felt a pair of strong arms, one around your neck, the other around your waist, and you knew he had won.
“Think you can hide from me, my love?” He whispered in you right ear. “I can smell your scent for miles” You could hear that grin on his lips. “The scent that your skin leaves behind when you pass through the leaves”
You never admitted to Titus that you occasionally let him win. You were afraid he might be hurt by the confession, as if the game wasn’t a game anymore, and you made things easier for him.
He loved the chase, the thrill, the hunt.
And you loved the effect it all had on him… and what he did to you for the rest of the night.
“Guess you won tonight, Titus”
“I guess you’re right” He said, arms still wrapped around you.
You turned and looked at him, the moonlight the only light in that forest, illuminating his face.
Now, facing him, he forcefully grabbed your chin and guided you until your back hit a spiny tree bark, inflicting the most pleasurable pain down your body.
“Think you can play games with me?” He asked, and that sentence made your entire body shiver in anticipation.
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” You had the audacity to ask back.
“You’re smarter than that, my love. That’s one of the many reasons why I married you. You know better than to play with me”
“But isn’t it a lot more exciting when the prey plays back?” You asked with a teasing and defiant tone, and you could feel him getting hard under his pants.
“Maybe…” He said, still grabbing your chin, lips dangerously close to yours, and you noticed his other hand being placed between your legs.
If it were any other night you would be more than willing to let Titus fuck you against the tree in the middle of the dark forest.
But tonight, you had a special surprise for him to celebrate his return to your little game, and the darkness settling over the forest was about to ruin it.
You needed good lighting so he would see it, and you would see his reaction.
“No, Titus” You said, holding his hand and stopping him from getting what he wanted it.
And just to be very clear, Titus had changed considerably after meeting you. It’s not like you’ve never said no to him before, which you have, plenty of times.
But you never stopped him from touching you.
In his mind, you were rejecting him. In the worst-case scenario, you were disgusted by him.
“No?” His expression was a mixture of disbelief and hurt.
“It’s not that, baby” You tried to ease the voices inside his head. “I have a surprise for you, but I need good lighting” You confessed.
“Oh” He said, letting go of you. “What a coincidence… I also have a surprise for you back home”
That was the only place Titus ever felt like home after you two got married.
Of course, the Danforth Manor needed some care, and the never-ending staff helped you constantly. But the dark hallways, the massive paintings on the walls with their judgmental eyes that followed you everywhere you went, the memories of a childhood – and adulthood – filled with abuse and manipulation…
You understood why Titus felt better, more comfortable, safer on the lodge.
You smiled at his statement and he let go of you, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck so he could carry you bridal style until you two arrived at your final destination.
Where it all ended and where it all began.
----------------------------------------------------
Titus asked for one of the staff to light the fireplace before the game begun. He knew how you always felt cold after running in the forest in the middle of the night.
He closed the door behind you and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.
“I want my surprise” He said, head buried in the crook of your neck, sounding like a pleading child. You smiled at his desperation.
“Not until I see mine first” You said and he looked at you. You turned your head slightly to the right and from the corner of your eye you could see the sparkle in his eyes.
“Okay” He said, untangling himself from you and taking off his ascot, dangerously seductive and covered your eyes with it.
“We’re gonna play another game?” You asked, smiling.
“Oh, we’re not done playing yet, my love” He whispered in your ear. “But I don’t want you peeking”
He guided you to your bedroom, even though you didn’t know that since he did a great job at covering your eyes. Placing you where he wanted, he let you see what he had prepared for you.
An entire wall in your bedroom had been replaced by mirrors.
“What is this?” You questioned.
“I can see that... what happened to never changing anything in the Danforth properties? Keeping the family tradition?”
“Fuck the family tradition” He said.
“Since when?” You couldn’t believe those words left his mouth.
“Since I fucked you in front of a mirror three months ago and I never saw you coming as hard as you did that time” He whispered in your ear, looking at you through the mirror. You swallowed. Hard.
Three months ago, Titus left for a week to take care of family business, leaving you all alone. When he came back, you two couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom and had sex in the piano room, which happened to have a gigantic mirror on the wall.
Titus placed you in front of it, and you watched him fuck that whole week he was away from you.
It was so hot watching him wanting you so desperately that, in fact, you came so hard Titus was mesmerized. He became obsessed with the idea of doing that again to you, so he decided to build a mirror wall just for you back home.
“So this is why you haven’t invited me to play hide and seek for the past two months” You conclude it.
“Yes. I did this for you”
You looked at him through the mirror and smiled. He looked back, and his eyes were filled with a darkness you knew all too well.
He placed his lips close to your ear, still looking at your through the mirror.
“You like watching yourself or you like watching me fucking you?”
You inhaled at the filthiness of his words.
“Can’t be both?” You teased him, a smirk forming on his lips. “I just like watching” You simply said.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror then” He said, unbuttoning the back of your wedding dress.
This time, you didn’t stop him.
You ached so much for him you just couldn’t wait any longer.
When the dress slid down your body and fell to the floor, you were left naked in front of the mirror, except for a pair of black lace stockings.
Titus stopped for a second, not blinking at all, eyes frozen at the sight of the material.
“You did not wear those on our wedding night” He stated.
When he first asked you to wear your wedding dress every time you played the game, he explained that he wanted to recreated your wedding night, the night he made you his.
The night your body became his.
So to see you wearing something that you did not wear that night took him by surprise.
“You didn’t like it?” You teased, knowing damn well from the way he couldn’t even blink that he fucking loved it.
“Fuck, Y/N. If you wore those on our wedding night I wouldn’t have been gentle to you”
“Who said you were gentle to me that night?”
He shot his eyes up to look at yours and you smirked.
“It’s all for you, Titus. This is your prize” You said, lowly.
He grabbed your neck and forced you to turn around and kiss him. The kiss was hungry, desperate, no gentle whatsoever. You took the opportunity to undress him, starting from his shirt, revealing his broad chest and biceps. Running your fingers all the way down to unbutton his pants, you broke the kiss, running your tongue on Titus’ lower lip and biting it, drawing a growl from him.
His pants fell on the floor and next were his black boxers. When he was finally free, you could feel how this whole foreplay affected him. You wrapped your hand around his cock and it twitched, aching for your touch.
Titus placed one of his hands on your waist and the other on your neck, never breaking the kiss, guiding you to bed, that was now placed in front of the mirror wall.
Getting ready to lie down for Titus to have his way with you, he had different plans for tonight.
He would not waste the opportunity to fuck you in front of the mirror again.
He sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror, you standing up between his legs. As if by muscle memory, you were getting ready to sit on his lap. Until he stopped you.
“Turn around” He commanded and you obeyed.
You could see yourself now, standing between Titus’ legs, him sat down on the bed.
“Now sit on my lap, love”
Complying, you felt his cock pressing hard against your ass, and a moan escaped your lips.
“I want you to watch” He said, voice low.
He placed his right leg between yours and pushed your right leg further apart from the left one, repeating the same motion with the left one until your pussy was wide open for him and he could see it through the mirror, your legs hooked on his to steady yourself in the position he wanted.
You could feel his cock getting harder under you and you just couldn’t wait any longer. You needed him inside of you. Now.
He placed two fingers inside your mouth and you licked them, watching him travel down your body and place them on your clit, sending shock waves of pleasure to your core.
He massaged it, slowly but hard, and you reacted to his touch by leaving a filthy moan escape your lips.
You kept your eyes locked with his through the mirror wall, watching him play with your clit the way he wanted, fastening his pace.
You placed your left hand on his leg to ground yourself, needing some balance while he did what he wanted to you, watching him through the mirror.
Once he stopped playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves, he took his fingers to his lips, tasting you, and then went back between your thighs, inserting them inside your aching core.
You were so soaked he didn’t even need to suck his digits. He would’ve slipped inside shamefully easy.
And the feeling of being filled by his long and thick fingers made you clench around him, fluttering your eyes shut.
“Open your eyes. Tonight you’re gonna watch everything I’m gonna do to you” He demanded.
The idea of being fucked again in front of a mirror was so hot your whole body shivered.
You could hear the obscene sounds of Titus’ fingers fucking you, watching them go all the way inside until he hit the sweet spot he never seemed to miss.
“Please, Titus” you managed to say amongst the pleasure taking over your body.
“I need you inside of me” You confessed, throwing your head back slightly.
“I’m already inside of you” He teased, and you could hear the smirk on his lips. “Say the filthy words I love to hear”
“I need your cock, baby. Please” That was a low blow. Calling Titus “baby” always did something to him. He could never say no to you.
“I won’t deny you the thing you want the most” He said, stopping fingering you.
He placed both hands on your waist, motioning for you to lift up so he could align his cock to your entrance.
You could feel his tip and the thought of him inside of you made you bite your bottom lip.
You slid down slowly, adjusting yourself on his cock.
His fingers filled you perfectly, but his cock filled you fully.
He was so thick and hard inside of you, you could feel him everywhere.
“Look at my cock disappearing inside of you” He grinned as you slid down. “See how it fits perfectly?”
You nodded, holding back a moan.
“Your pussy was made for my cock” He held tighter on your waist as you sunk down to the base of his cock, feeling himself to the hilt. “You were made for me” He kissed your naked back.
“I’m yours, Titus… only yours” You moaned, staring to move slowly, head thrown back at the overwhelming feeling of him being inside of you.
“You fucking are” He said, matching your movements, meeting you halfway. You were fucking him but he most definitely would fuck you back. “Fucking mine” He said, leaving his left hand on your waist and placing his right one on your neck, squeezing it. Hard.
Just like he knew you loved it.
In the two years of marriage, Titus learned a few things about you.
One of them being that you found pleasure in pain.
So squeezing your throat, slapping your ass, pinching your nipples… all of that did the trick for you.
And he was addicted to pleasuring you.
You moaned at the feeling of his hand squeezing your throat, head still thrown back, eyes shut, brows furrowed.
“Look in the mirror” He said. “I built this so you could see me fucking you”. His words were so filthy, this whole scenario was so filthy you could feel that hot sensation building inside of you.
“It’s too much, Titus” You gasped, sinking up and down on his cock, his hand squeezing your throat with every movement. You were gonna come soon.
“I know you can take it” He said, fucking you back. “Take it all, my love”
“God, Titus!” You cried as he hit that perfect spot again and again. “I’m so close”
“I know you are. I can feel your pussy begging to come. Do it, Y/N. Look at yourself in the mirror while I fuck your orgasm out of you”
You rode his cock faster and faster, left hand now placed over his on your waist, until you got that hot sensation to spread all over your body, white and fast, your eyes never leaving his through the mirror.
And that sight, that heavenly sight of you in that mirror, coming so hard, watching yourself being really fucked, made Titus fight against the urge of coming with you.
When you came down from your high, head back resting on Titus’ shoulder, him kissing and biting your jaw, he didn’t wait long enough to command you to be on your hands and knees facing the mirror.
You gladly obliged, positioning yourself where he wanted, hands holding tight the end of the bed for balance.
You knew he would have no mercy on you.
Ass all the way up for him, you could see yourself in the mirror, and you could see Titus watching your body on full display for him.
He placed himself behind you, hand smoothing your ass cheek, until he trusted in you with no warning.
You gasped at the sudden connection, the perfect fitting.
Titus was right… your pussy really was made for his cock.
He started trusting hard and fast, without giving you time to adjust to him back inside of you.
With each trust he held tighter on your hip and shoulder, steading himself so he could fuck you properly.
Titus was a vocal man, and you loved to hear the sounds that left his lips every time he fucked you.
That hot sensation was building again, and you knew you were close to your second orgasm of the night.
“Titus…” You managed to say.
“Again, love?” He asked, grinning at the sight of your expression in the mirror.
“Yeah…” You said, panting.
“Good. Look at yourself being fucked properly” He said and you saw your reflection in the mirror, ass up, cheeks bright red, brows furrowed, Titus fucking the air out of your lungs.
Then he slapped your ass.
The sound echoing through the room.
“You like that? Huh? Tell me you love being fucked by me”
“I… love it… so much, baby. Fuck!” You moaned and he pounded harder, faster and deeper into you.
“You feel so fucking good… Fuck!” He growled
“I’m gonna….” You panted.
“Me too, love. Come with me. Come on. Keep your eyes in the mirror and come with me” He said, placing his hand on the back of your neck, squeezing it hard and lifting your head so you could see yourself.
A few more trusts and you two came together, your walls clenching around his twitching cock.
After you two came down from your highs, Titus pulled you closer so you two could lay down on the bed, your back pressed against his chest, him still inside of you, holding you close, the fireplace keeping the room warm for the two of you to rest.
“Thank you” You said, lowly, after a couple of minutes in silence.
“For what?” He asked, raspy voice, head buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, a mixture of skin and sex.
“For the mirror wall. I know it wasn’t easy for you to change something in here”
“You know I would change anything for you, right? Tear this whole lodge down if it would make you happy”
Titus was a good husband and a good man to you. He wasn’t a man to say sweet words. He showed his love through actions, and you knew this wall was his way of saying that he paid attention to you, he knew you, knew what you liked it and he wanted to do something for you. Make you happy.
“It’s nice to be reminded of it. Thank you” You said, turning your head back, kissing his lips softly.
You snuggled in his arms, and you two stayed that way until both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, Titus still resting inside of you.
It was the perfect return of your little game.
You couldn’t wait to play hide and seek again.
