Titus Danforth - I will win.
Warning : smut, being chased (you’re right where you want to be), choking / breath play, outdoor sex, clothed sex, knee-job (?), hair pulling, humping, hand-job, biting, taunting and (1) praise, pet names, light begging, overstimulation (?), being caught, Titus is on the receiving end, reader being gross (?)
Genre : nsfw
Synopsis : You and Titus like to play a harmless game of chase. It gets the blood pumping and heart speeding AND it gives Ursula wrinkles.
Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)
A/N : 2k6w // the theme of being chased seems popular in this fandom. I decided to do it a bit differently.
The rules of the game were simple.
You had a one minute head start to get as far as possible from Titus, you could go anywhere you wanted, hide as much as you desired, but to end the game, one of you had to win. If Titus grabs you, the victory is his. If you pass through the entrance’s gate, it’s yours. Each time, you both define what’s to win and lose to keep you both motivated. But watch out for Ursula, she knows how to ruin your fun.
Though she would not stop you from doing whatever thing you’re doing, she will try to give Titus a piece of her mind once you two are done, saying it’s better if it’s her doing it than their father. It didn’t stop you from doing it again, though. You were just more careful.
Kind of.
Laughing maniacally to yourself, trying to move between the crowds of people, you were constantly looking over your shoulder, ducking down ever so often to lay low.
You rushed down the corridors and stairs to find more people to mix yourself with. You clearly seemed deranged by the people noticing you ; giggling, looking everywhere, constantly moving, hiding amongst groups of people talking to one another, not caring about their judgemental stares or confused looks.
You let out a surprised sound when you saw him, you picked up your pace, and ducked down further to dart elsewhere, your laugh growing louder despite your attempts at keeping it quiet. You’ve been at it for the past hour and you were growing impatient. You haven’t set foot outside once, you kept going from the ground floor to the first one and you were losing your sanity. When will you fucking step outside ?!
Upon seeing Ursula when you entered another room, you straightened yourself up, trying to look the most boring and natural possible with a serious face, still, you walked fast to leave through another door. She observed you, eyes on you like a hawk. She knew that when she sees you, her brother is always somewhere not too far, and today was like other days, Titus entered the room not long after you.
You’re very much aware she doesn’t completely know what to think of you, yet. Sometimes you seem like a bad influence for her brother, making things worse for everyone just for your own fun, and sometimes it’s the opposite, making him channel his energy into something… not necessarily nice, but harmless.
Titus seemed to slow down when he saw her, but did not hide his intentions despite his closed face. He was after you, and Ursula guessed it quickly.
She sent a glare his way, which he mockingly mirrored. Pursing her lips, annoyed, she went back to what she was doing, letting him leave the room.
As soon as he entered the next one, he saw you duck behind a group of people before quickly rushing up the stairs, again, making him follow you.
It was the fifth time you went that way, he kept blocking your exit routes and you were out of hiding spots, slowly growing desperate. At this pace, you’d never reach the gate.
But then, you saw the light. A worker had opened the windows to aerate the floor. That was your way out.
You chuckled, already feeling victorious, rushing to the nearest window, and turned to look at him. He seemed confident, smug, even, thinking he had successfully cornered you. But that changed when he saw your grin before suddenly climbing up the window and jumping out from the first floor.
It was high and the landing was painful, shaking your whole being, sending an electric shock from the sole of your feet up to your legs and back. But you didn’t let it stop you, you stood back up, a bit wobbly at first, and began running, ignoring the worried people who saw your stunt. You hoped Ursula wouldn’t hear about it.
You looked over your shoulder and saw Titus staring at you by the window, you flipped him off, laughing hysterically, taunting him, and resumed your route toward the gate. Outside, at last !
You thought that move had secured your victory, and that was your mistake. Believing you had already won, you slowed your pace, jogging calmly so your legs could recover, giggling proudly to yourself until you heard Titus call your name.
Shit. That bastard was not giving up.
You looked behind, and saw he was driving a golf car, approaching dangerously. You scream-laughed, frustrated, speeding as much as you could. You were so gonna lose if you kept going like this.
“Fucking bitch !” You yelled. “That’s cheating !”
“Why do you care ?!” He yelled back, getting closer. “You’re always cheating !”
“Let me win this once !”
He frowned.
“…No.” He simply replied, baffled by the sheer stupidity of your 'suggestion'.
You screamed again when you felt his hand nearly grab your shoulder, and quickly changed your direction to rush toward the forest. He could not use this thing inside, and thankfully, you reached it before he could actually put his hands on you.
You hoped that he’d trip on tree roots and give you more distance, but you had to be careful as well, needing to slow down so you wouldn’t be the one falling.
He had no trouble staying behind you. You were continuously yelping and chuckling, sounding half nervous, half excited each time you heard him yell your name.
When his voice got too close, you decided to regain your original speed, trying not to trip. You giggled hysterically, urgency growing, heart racing and thumping in your ears when, at last, you saw the open gate. It was still quite far, but your mind was all over the place. You are so wining.
You kept laughing and screaming when you finally stormed out of the forest and were now in front of the entrance. Your feet skidded on the gravel as you suddenly stopped running to change direction, nearly falling.
As you quickly straightened yourself to pass the gate, Titus body-slammed you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you.
He didn’t give you the time to react, pinning you down as he sat on top of you, one hand choking you. He observed you for a moment as you slowly recovered from what just happened.
“Really ? Jumping from the first floor ?” He said, visibly annoyed. As you cackled with difficulty, you felt his grip on you grow tighter, your laugh dying in your throat, still you had a huge smile on your face.
He leaned closer, your eyes staring back at him, sparkling. Your heart was hammering in your chest and against his palm, struggling to recover from the run because of your excitement, your brain fuzzy.
Finally, he let go of you. He had won. You gasped, air finally allowed back in your lungs, chest heaving up and down.
“Fuck, man. Really thought- I really thought I’d win.” You croaked out as you cleared your throat.
“Maybe one day you will.” He said in a falsely encouraging tone. He did not believe it one bit and you knew.
“I was close this time.” You stated proudly. “Without the golf car, I would’ve won.”
“I would’ve found a way.”
“No you wouldn’t.” You sneered, eyes twinkling. “Next time… I’ll win.”
“You won’t. I’ll make sure you won’t jump from any more windows.” He said, grabbing your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks only to pull away before you could bite him.
“I will win.” You assured, you were not giving up.
“You won’t.” He replied, just as confidently as you.
“I don’t care if I have to break a fucking window-” You harshly pushed him off of you and onto the ground, Titus now under you, your knees between his thighs, keeping his legs open. “Or jump from the second floor even, I’ll find a way to fucking win. I’ll smoke you. I’ll win, and you. will. eat. shit.”
He wasn’t impressed at all. Clearly, he didn’t see your victory happening anytime soon. Fucking bastard.
“How many games did we play ? And how many did you lose ? Ah, right, all of them.” He cockily pointed out, an annoying smirk on his face as he raised an eyebrow, successfully getting under your skin.
You let out a sigh who turned into a small frustrated scream before wrapping a hand around his throat.
“I. will. win.” You affirmed, tightening your grip, leaning closer, your forehead resting against his. Though he seemed unbothered, you could feel his pulse quicken under your palm, his eyes not leaving you.
You stopped him from stubbornly disagreeing by pressing your knee against his crotch, your hand tightening around his throat.
You continued applying pressure with your knee, pushing and rubbing against him, watching his smug expression disappear, turning into something softer as his length grew harder in his tight pants.
Titus was slowly crumbling under you, trying to remain composed but failing, mind foggy, gasping each time you allowed him to breathe. He watched as your knee kept rubbing his clothed dick, torturing him, small strangled whines and grunts escaping him.
You smiled, eyes devouring him when you felt him try to hump against you, growing desperate.
“All that from my knee ?” You mused, taunting him. He glared at you but it had no bite at all. In fact, it even looked more like puppy eyes than anything.
You leaned closer, your forehead resting against his, staring deep into his eyes as he looked back at you, weak grunts dying in his throat.
“Should I add a hand ?” You asked, letting go of his throat. Titus gasped, air finally allowed down his lungs, watching your hand trail down, playing a bit with his clothes before stopping on top of his bulge, your knee back on the ground.
He could feel the warmth of your hand through his pants, your palm moving slowly against his length, groping and squeezing him, tortuously caressing him.
He was breathing so hard, panting at your touch, growing more and more desperate. You could tell he was getting close from his release as he was no longer watching your hand but staring at your face, searching for your eyes, cursing under his breath.
But before he could cum, you removed your hand, he grimaced, chest heaving up and down.
“Fuckin-”
“Say I’m gonna win.” You grinned, your fingers gently caressing his face. He frowned.
“Fuck no.” He slapped your hand away.
“Honey, I have no problem leaving you like this. I’m not the one with his dick hard.” You pointed out, making him grunt by pinching his crotch.
This time, there was bite in his glare, but it only made you snicker.
“Okay.” You said, completely pulling away, but right as you were about to get up he grabbed you by your shirt, pulling you back down against him.
“You will not win.” He spat.
You smiled, a teasing finger lightly rubbing against his bulge.
“But I will.”
“You won’t. I’ll- I’ll always catch you.”
“Being stubborn won’t help you in this situation, Titus.” You stated sweetly, watching him debate in his head. Admitting you could win seemed to be really hard for him. Even if he believed it was a lie.
“Fine.” He finally said, quietly. “You- you will win.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear you.”
He scowled, but his annoyance quickly evaporated when he felt your knee back against him.
“Say it.” You mused softly while your hand went to his hair, pulling on them to keep him focused.
You heard him shakily breathe out, your knee rubbing against him as he finally complied.
“You will win… next time.”
You hummed as if you were thinking about it before grimacing.
"Again."
"Oh, fuck off."
You laughed.
"Oh, but I can fuck off." You sneered. "Your dick is not my problem."
He seemed very upset by it, eyes sending daggers your way only to soften when you pressed your knee against his bulge and pulled on his hair.
"So what’s it gonna be, baby ?"
Chest heaving, Titus blinked, sighing.
"You- You’re gonna win."
"Are you sure ?"
He nodded.
"What ?" You teased, acting confused.
"Yes."
"Yes, what ?"
Oh, you were really getting under his skin, gnawing at his nerves like a rabid dog.
"Yes, you’re gonna win next game." He glared at you, jaw clenching in annoyance.
"Mmmmh. I don’t thin you believe it." You frowned. "And I want you… to believe it." You booped his nose, laughing at his irritated expression, your hand back on his clothed dick, squeezing him to remind him of his priorities.
"Fuck- okay, yes- you’re going to win- you’ll definitely win." He huffed out, your hand caressing him, thumb rubbing his tip.
"Are you sure ? Because, I don’t know, what if-"
"Yes ! Yes ! You will win !" He sounded really desperate, hips trying to follow your hand. He was so done.
"Really ?"
"Fuc- yes, really. Please- just please let me cum."
You smiled, visibly satisfied. You moved your knee back against his dick, roughly resuming your torture.
“Good boy.” You cooed, watching him grow desperate once more, hips moving up and down to hump against you.
You leaned closer, teeth digging in his neck, your warm and wet tongue soothing your bites. He was getting close to release again, hips sputtering, grunting and panting into your ear. You felt him tense up as he came in his pants, eyes closed shut, riding his orgasm.
But it was not over.
Your hand slid down his body and into his clothes, not letting his dick rest, grabbing him and jerking him despite him trying to move away.
Titus cursed, hands grabbing you tightly, pushing and pulling you close at the same time.
Huffing and grunting, broken desperate moans escaped his lips, chest heaving rapidly. You tilted your head to look at him, your hand still working his sensitive dick tirelessly.
“You look absolutely pathetic.” You pointed out, kissing his forehead as he looked up at you, his brows were knitted together in a sad expression, like a kicked puppy, eyes hazy, whining helplessly at your comment, hips bucking into your fist in a broken rhythm.
Your thumb swiped against his cum covered tip, jerking him roughly, his dick sliding inside your hand so easily despite the weird angle you were at.
It didn’t take long for him to come a second time, cock pulsing, spitting ropes of cum inside your fist, shaking and panting under you.
“[Name], did you really jump from- Are you really fucking kidding me ?” A voice suddenly cut you off.
Ursula.
You had to look elsewhere after seeing her face, laughing into your shoulder as Titus groaned, dick still twitching in your hand.
“What the fuck is wrong with you ?” She asked while you removed your hand from inside her brother’s pants. "Right by the fucking entrance ?"
To gross her out even more, you brought your hand to your mouth, ready to lick it clean, her clearly offended face made you laugh again, so you simply wiped it on his clothes.
She grimaced at the gesture, cursing under her breath, trying to erase the picture of his cum on your hand from her mind.
“Just... Just get up.” She ordered. You looked at Titus with a content smile as he pushed you off of him. “And get fucking changed.” She added, leaving, muttering under her breath.
Titus sat up, noticing his cum stained clothes and glared at you.
"Really ?" He was not amused, unlike you.
You snickered, kissing the top of his head as you got up. He huffed and stood up as well, trying to find a way to hide the stain with his coat, following you.