summary: andrew finds that he likes taking care of the new hire at his brother's bar, so he helps her with some... chores
notes: need some andrew mutuals!!!
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like refilling the ice bucket. the refill bucket held about ten scoops of ice, each weighing about five pounds. that meant that it ended up being fifty if you filled it up all the way, which you couldn't carry from the backroom to the bartop.
so, you had to make trips there and back. at least three times a night, you found yourself walking back and forth, carrying half-full ice buckets to and from the backroom.
when andrew showed up to organize, he didn't realize he'd see you.
"'scuse me, sorry," you say sweetly, despite the heavy ice bin you're holding on your hip as you wait for him to step aside.
instead, he takes the bucket from you with one hand.
"oh! thank you, andrew!" you beam up at him.
"where are you taking it?" he asks, no smile of his own.
"to the ice bin on the bar top." you lead the way, holding the door open for him to bring it out. he dumps it into your empty cooler and then frowns, deep lines pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"you need way more than this." he faces you. "why'd you only fill it up halfway?"
heat rises to your face, and you wipe a bead of sweat from your temple.
"i can't carry the full bucket. have to make small trips with it," you explain.
"oh." is all he say before he walks away with your ice bucket.
you're about to follow him, to tell him that you need that because you need to make another trip, but a customer catches your attention first. a minute later, as you're mixing their drink, someone comes up beside you.
it's andrew. he's carrying the entire full refill bucket in one arm while he opens the ice bin with his free hand. he dumps it in carefully, not a piece lost in the process.
then, he lowers his head next to yours, placing a large cold hand on your spine.
"come get me next time it needs to be filled," he says softly against the shell of your ear, and then he leaves without another word.
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he helps you close, too.
one night, he was still around after the rest of the customers and staff were long gone.
"andrew?" you poke your head into the kitchen to find him inspecting something in the fryer. he looks over his shoulder, meeting your gaze. "you sticking around? i'm about to lock the doors while i close."
"you don't usually close by yourself, do you?" he narrows his eyes at you.
"most nights, yeah. why?" the soft smile that's always on your lips kills him. he wishes you'd quit being so damn friendly. he hums, like he's considering your admission.
"i'll be here." he wipes his hands on a dish rag and turns his whole body to face you. the fryer can wait until tomorrow.
"ok! i'll come find you before i leave for the night." you turn to leave the kitchen and resume your job of wiping down tables in the dining room. andrew follows you out, grabbing the mop bucket on his way, and begins mopping the floors better than anyone else has ever managed.
you stack clean glasses and restock the fridges while he does. him helping you cut a solid half hour off your usual closing time.
"thank you so much, andrew!" you grin brightly. "you did a great job. i really appreciate you helping."
you sling an arm around his torso in a hug like it's no big deal. and when he stays stiff, unrelenting to your hug, you don't seem bothered.
"how are you getting home?" he asks when you pull away.
"i drove here." you twirl your keys around your finger.
andrew nods toward the door.
"i'll walk you to your car."
first, you check that all the lights are off, doors are locked, and then you let andrew cody hold the door open for you. he stands next to you while you lock it, checking to make sure it doesn't budge. he feels sort of like a guard dog, standing at attention, eyes sweeping the area for any threats.
"i'm glad you started working here," you say softly as you start walking toward your car. "you're nice to have around."
his hand grips your forearm, pulling you to a stop in the empty parking lot. when you meet his eyes, they're searching your entire face. heat rises to your face as you contemplate everything he could possibly be thinking in this moment.
"what?" he asks, quiet and stern. "what do you mean?"
"i just-- you're good company. i- um, like getting to spend time with you on the days we both work together." you sound small, anxious.
andrew nods slowly, thumb rubbing against the skin of your forearm before he lets you go.
"i like working with you, too." he only says it once you're both walking to your car again. when you reach the vehicle, you stop, trying to work up the courage to say something.
"goodnight," you whisper, because it's what feels right. and then, you press yourself to your toes and press a soft kiss to andrew's cheek. he stills, but you don't let yourself notice.
you're too busy opening your car door and driving off, waving goodbye to andrew.
---
he helps you with the unexpected, too.
the knife slipped from your grip while you were cutting limes between rushes.
"fuck!" you hiss, immediately wrapping a bar towel around your hand and excusing yourself to the backroom.
andrew there, reading some manual to help him try and fix a broken fridge. he's been around more often lately. when you come in, tears running down your face, he hurries to your side.
"what happened?" he tries to peel back at the towel on your hand, but you're holding it too tightly. he doesn't want to hurt you.
"i-i cut my hand with the paring knife." your voice is whiny and so startled.
it goes straight to andrew's dick.
he swallows, forcing himself to meet your wide, wet eyes.
fuck, you look so pretty.
"can i see?" he asks softly, letting his hand rest atop yours. you sniffle, looking from his face to where your hands are joined, then back to his face. softly, you nod.
"be careful please, andrew," you plead as he begins to unwrap the towel. a groan leaves his throat at your words. he imagines you bent over the workbench, saying the same thing as he lines himself up with your entrance. you take it the wrong way. "is it that bad?"
"no, sweetheart, no," he lets the endearment tumble from his lips before he can think twice. you exhale shakily as he inspects the cut on your hand. when he's done, he stand up and clears his throat. "it needs stitches. you got yourself pretty good."
you bring your uninjured hand to your face, wiping at the tears that fall faster now. andrew stands there, unsure of what to do.
reluctantly, he brings a hand to the side of your shoulder, running a soothing thumb against your skin. you throw your arms around him in a full hug, crying into his black shirt because not only does your hand hurt, but now you have to get stitches.
andrew presses a hesitant kiss to the top of your head, hoping you can't feel the semi he's sporting under these jeans. he holds you close, closer than he's ever held another person. so close that he can smell your shampoo and feels a stray hair from your head tickling his cheek.
"have you had stitches before?" you ask, face still buried into his chest.
"more times than i can count." he runs a hand down your back. "i can do them for you, if you want. it wouldn't be my first time."
"it's my first time," you say sheepishly as you grip the back of his shirt. another pang of arousal to his crotch as he imagines your words in a different light. "will it hurt?"
"a little. i can take you to the doctor, instead. they will give you a numbing shot," he offers. you shake your head quickly, pulling away to look him in the eyes.
"no, no." you still have your hold on his shirt. "i want you to do it. you'll be gentle, right?"
he nods, unable to speak. you nod back. the both of you stay there for a moment, gazing into each other, his hand on your back and yours wound into his shirt.
just as he pulls away, deran rushes into the back.
"what happened?" his eyes scan over your body, stopping when they see the bloodied towel in your hand. "shit."
"i cut myself on accident." embarrassed, you look away. "i'm so sorry. andrew's gonna patch me up and then i can work the rest of my shift."
"andrew's-- what?" he looks to pope for the first time, noticing the wet patch on the front of his shirt and the way he's holding that fridge manual very conveniently in front of his groin.
"i'm gonna fix up her cut." andrew squares his shoulders off.
"yeah, no." deran scoffs, taking a step forward. "i can help her. you go serve drinks, pope."
"she needs stitches," he explains, nudging you behind him only slightly. "i got it, deran."
deran looks between the both of you. once, twice, then he shakes his head angrily and storms back into the dining area.
"is he mad at me?" andrew revels in the way you gaze up at him with those wide eyes. he shakes his head and moves a piece of hair from where it's stuck to your damp cheek. "are you sure?"
"i'm sure. are you ready to go? i have a suture kit at my house. i can help you there, sweetheart." he places a hand on your shoulders and guides you out the back exit.
"thank you, andrew," you say as he hands you your purse from the coat rack.
the ride to his house is short, quiet, and tense. andrew tries to keep his dick from throbbing everytime a little whimper or sniffle comes from you in the passenger's seat.
when he pulls into the driveway, he rounds the cab of his truck quickly to get your door.
"thank you," you say softly, letting him grab you by the waist to hoist you out of the seat. it's not necessary, but neither of you says anything about it.
much to his dismay, he sets you back on your feet.
"wow," you murmur. "you live here? right on the water?"
it's baz's old place-- he's been staying here since he passed.
"i do." he leads the way up the drive. "do you live near the water?"
you laugh in amusement.
"no. i wish." he opens the door into the home. the space is clean, of course. it always is.
"come sit." andrew pulls out a chair at his kitchen table. "i'll grab the suture kit."
you sit exactly where he tells you to, and you wait so patiently while he excuses himself to another room to grab what he needs. which includes a new shirt for you, because there is a drop of blood on the one you're wearing.
he carries it all out to you, pleased to see you sitting pretty right where he left you.
"you have a nice house." he notices your eyes lingering on lena's bedroom. "i didn't know you had kids."
"i don't." he pulls a chair right in front of you, so close that your legs interlock. "this was my brother's house, he had a daughter."
you hum, and he looks up to see that you're now fixated on the suture kit that he is opening. the needle. he lifts it just to see what you'll do.
your uninjured hand grips his knee tightly, eyes going wide.
"do we have to?" you wince when he threads the silk through the hole.
"i can take you to the hospital," he offers again. "but they'll use a needle for the numbing shot."
if you decided to take him up on the offer, he'd slash his own tires to keep you stuck here, with him. he wants to be the only person who helps you.
you swallow, shaking your head as if trying to clear it of the fearful thoughts that are creeping in.
"no, no. i want you to do it." he catches your face in his free hand, tilting your chin so that you meet his intense stare. feeling closer than ever, you whisper, "just promise you'll be gentle, andrew."
and he tries not to finish in his jeans.
"always, i promise." his voice is low and rough and wouldn't be comforting from anyone else, but it's so different than what you've heard from him before.
slowly, you nod, giving him the ok to start.
he punctures your skin for the first time and you sniffle, a silent tear rolling down your cheek. it does hurt. you can't watch what he's doing, so you look at him instead.
you watch his face work as he threads the silk through your wound. it stings, and you can't help the hot tears that fall down your face. his eyebrows are pinched together in concentration.
"how do you know how to do this?" you sniffle. his eyes are laser-focused on your hand, not looking up as he answers.
"i've had to do it on myself a couple of times. skateboarding accidents, mostly." he even sounds concentrated. "i'm sorry that i have to do it on you, pretty girl. i know it hurts."
"no, no, it's ok. it doesn't hurt." you sound anything but convincing.
his gaze flicks up to your face, as if he's proving a point by staring at your glistening cheeks. there's a small, endeared grin tilting up one side of his mouth. you've never seen it before.
you watch as he thinks for a moment, eyes moving across your face slowly. then, he carefully leans his head forward and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.
a gasp leaves you at the contact, and you find yourself craving more of it. his lips are so soft, so warm.
"almost done," he says, "last one."
you nod, though his face is angled back down toward your hand again. a pained moan falls from your lips as he pokes you for the final time. then, he's using his own finger to lather the stitches in an ointment before wrapping a bandage around them.
the whole time, he's nothing but delicate with you, taking his time to make sure you aren't bumped or poked the wrong way.
"how does that feel?" he asks about the wrapping. you nod, unable to think as you stare at his mouth. "sweetheart? what's wrong?"
"n-nothing. i just-- thank you, andrew. you're the sweetest man i've ever met." your heart is racing in your chest. "you didn't have to do this."
"i'm glad i did." he sets the wrap on the table and rubs a thumb over your face, wiping the remnants of your tears.
"me too," you whisper, tilting your head to press a kiss to his palm. he swallows hard.
"i don't think you should go back to work today." he trails his fingers down your neck. "you shouldn't get your cut wet for a few days."
a frown tugs at your lips that he wants to kiss away.
"really? i need the money-- is there anything you think i could do there? maybe clean instead of serving drinks?" you stare at him like he holds all the answers in the world, and he relishes in the feeling of having earned that trust from you.
"i'll take care of money." it's so simple, like it means nothing to him at all. "you should go change your shirt. i'll tell deran you're not coming in."
he hands you the white button-up that he brought out from his bedroom. he knows it's probably not the most comfortable for you, but he only has a few options here, and that was the best one.
nodding, you take it from him and move to stand. he's watching you as you nurse your hand carefully, holding it close to your body. then, his eyes trail to the gap in your shirt as you bend down in front of him to press a kiss to his cheek.
"thank you, andrew." you pad quietly to his bedroom.
deran picks up on the second ring.
"pope, where is-"
"she's not coming in today." he hangs up the phone.
summary: you're in need of the protection a husband can provide and titus danforth is the perfect candidate
pairing: titus danforth x reader
words: 4.6k
tags: 18+, mommy issues!titus, hunting and murdering, manipulation, SMUT, dry humping, p in v sex, unprotected sex (yippee), cowgirl, tit sucking, mommy kink, praise kink, pet names (good boy, baby, bunny), creampie
authors note: oooooh anon i love this and you and I agree wholeheartedly. i know we haven't totally met this man yet (because the movies not out) but i feel in my soul that he's a titty sucker, argue with the wall. HAPPY READY OR NOT 2 WEEK!!
edit: also in this series is - in sickness and in health
You and your family were a part of the Le Bail cult, the wealthiest and luckiest people on the planet. Everything at your fingertips and nothing you couldn't have. But now you're the only one left. Everyone else in your family has died, either in hunts or by natural causes, leaving you with all the family wealth and the family title. This, unfortunately, made you very appealing to the other unmarried men in the Le Bail cult and you were not interested in them or their advances. But these men were persistent and not used to the word 'no', and you knew you had to do something soon to make them go away.
During a hunt, you were presented with a solution. And his name was Titus Danforth.
You'd interacted with Titus at family events and weddings. He was self-assured in the way money and wealth made people, that he was untouchable. You knew from the hunts however that this was true. Titus was one of the most brutal members of the cult, proficient with his Horseman's Pick and deadly more with his bare hands. The other men would use guns and tricks to win a hunt, Titus preferred to be up close and personal.
You'd spoken to him a few times. He was charming, albeit a little awkward when you gave him your full attention. You got the impression that the only woman he interacted with on a personal level was his sister and from what you saw, she mostly berated him and ordered him around. That seemed to stunt him a bit socially, which he covered by being cocky, which you could tell was a mask.
Everything about Titus screamed 'validate me! praise me! pay attention to me!'. From what you'd heard, his mother died when he was young and the only attention he'd gotten from a woman had been from his sister, who didn't spend her time coddling him. Titus had been emasculated and his prowess on the hunting field had been his only opportunity to showcase his skills as a man. But you could tell he craved connection, personal and intimate, he just didn’t know how. You were sure you could show him there were other ways to be a man besides killing something. Titus was severely lacking in warm affection and kind encouragement and you decided the night of the hunt that you could use that to your advantage.
You'd all gathered for a wedding and fortunately the groom had picked a Hide and Seek card. He was set loose on the vast, remote estate and the families spread out to hunt him down. You were hunting in the woods, armed with a pistol and a long blade knife, when your idea struck you.
You'd been tracking the groom through the woods and had found him at the same time as Titus. The groom had stopped in a small clearing to catch his breath and you could see Titus on the side of the clearing in the bushes. You left your hiding place first, approaching the groom behind his back when your intentionally placed step on a twig alerted him to your presence. The man turned around quickly, tripping over his own feet and falling back to the forest floor. You lunged forward to attack - much slower than you typically move but the groom didn't know that - and the man grabbed a fallen tree branch next to him and hit you with it. You let yourself fall to the side like the blow had been enough to hurt you, your weapons flying from your hands.
The man scrambled up onto his knees, raised the branch above his head to hit you again, and stopped suddenly when the pick end of Titus' hammer slammed into the back of his head. The mans arms dropped limply to his side mere seconds before his eyes rolled back and the rest of his body went limp, falling to the ground in a lifeless pile.
You looked up at Titus from where you laid on the ground. He was holding the pick's handle with both of his hands, the end of the weapon wet with the grooms blood. Titus' chest was moving visibly in the moonlight, he must have been running before he found the groom, and his shirt sleeves were pushed up around his elbows so you could see the bulging muscles of his forearms. The Horseman's Pick was a heavy weapon, most of the other men couldn't even pick it up but Titus wielded it with strength and precision.
"Titus, you saved me." You breathed, your words dripping with gratitude. Titus shrugged as he transferred the pick handle to one hand and held out the other to help you to your feet. You made sure to stand close to him, your chests brushing as you stared up at him reverently.
"Thank you." You said sweetly, making sure to get his attention. Titus stared down at you, to his credit a little confused by your reaction. Most family members would be pissed to have messed up the kill and for another member to get it instead. But you weren't pissed, you were thanking him and staring up at him with eyes that sparkled with gratitude. You broke the eye contact and looked down at the dead body next to you.
"One killing blow?" You asked, your tone impressed. You turned your attention back to Titus, expecting an answer. He nodded and you broke into a dazzling smile.
"Good boy." Your words were full of dark appreciation and you turned your head to look back at the body to feign nonchalance and to give Titus a moment to comprehend your compliment. You needed to be slow and careful with him, like a Venus fly trap luring in its prey before snapping its mouth closed. With your head turned you didn't see Titus staring a hole into the side of your head as the wheels in his head turned what you said over and over.
Good boy.
Good boy.
Good boy.
Titus unconsciously puffed out his chest in pride as your words settled inside him. He stood a little taller too, your pride in the murder he committed filling him up with sunshine, hot and bursting. You had watched him do a horrible, evil thing and was proud of him for doing it. You were praising him for a job well done. Your eyes moved back to Titus' face and you saw the faintest of smiles on his lips, which could have made you jump with joy.
The plan was working so far.
"Thank you again Titus for saving me." You turned towards him fully, rested your palms on his chest and pushed up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. It was quick and when you pulled back he looked stunned. You guessed that Titus, due to his lacking social calendar, had to pay for intimate company and he very rarely received voluntary affection. Especially not after brutally killing a man.
You smiled at him again, congratulated him for winning the hunt, and left him with his prize to make sense of what just happened between the two of you.
The next morning the families awoke to a huge storm that had rolled in and grounded their private jets for the time being. That meant the house was full of different families within the cult, everyone still buzzing from the hunt (except for the bride), and all cooped up inside. Everyone seemed to be getting along well, many people congratulating Titus for his kill last night over dinner and toasting to his success. You joined in the toast and smiled coyly when Titus made eye contact with you across the table. You maintained the eye contact even as you took a sip from your wine and set it on the table. Dinner continued like this, with you and Titus stealing fleeting glances every few minutes but never speaking.
After dessert you decided to retire for the evening and headed upstairs to your room. You didn't get very far down the hall before a man from another family stopped you. He didn't call out your name or announce himself, instead he chose to grab you by the arm to stop you.
"Hey!" You said indignantly as you wrenched your arm from his unwanted grasp.
"Sorry darling, didn't mean to upset you." The man said, laying on his charm pretty thick and flashing you an alarmingly white smile. You scowled at his attitude and turned around to continue heading to your room.
"Woah, woah, I just want to have a conversation!" The man explained as he darted around you to stand in your path. You came to a halt, still scowling at the man.
"I'm going to bed, I don't want to have a conversation."
"Bed huh? Need some company?" He asked, smiling widely again and leaning into your personal space. The last thing you wanted was to have this man join you in your room and you knew that he wasn't actually interested in you as a person. He looked at you and saw your family's money and what was between your legs. Nothing more.
"I absolutely do not need or want your company." You replied, your words cold and vicious. The man finally seemed to get that you weren't interested and never would be, which he took great offense to. He stepped forward, crowding himself into your personal space, and jammed a finger into your chest.
"Hey, there's no need for that snotty tone-" There was a blur of motion next to you and suddenly the man was pressed face first into the hallway wall with one of his arms twisted behind his back. Titus held him there, one hand with a vice grip on the mans wrist and his other hand on the back of the mans neck. Titus held him in place easily thanks to his strength and even though the other man struggled against Titus' hold, he never got free.
"The lady said no." Titus growled at the man, his voice low and harsh. His words sent a thrill through you, like lightning in your veins. You hadn't even orchestrated this situation, it had just happened and Titus came to your defense anyways. This was going to be much easier than you thought.
Titus pulled the man back from the wall and turned on the spot to essentially throw him back down the hallway towards the stairs. The other man stumbled but managed to not fall flat on his face when Titus released him and you took the opportunity to press yourself up against Titus, tucking yourself against him for protection. You rested your head against his chest, just under his chin, and put one arm around his back and placed the other hand on his chest. Titus didn't waste a moment to wrap a protective arm around you, further pressing you against him.
You could have smiled at the show of affection and defense from Titus, but you had to play the role of the damsel in distress so you kept your face neutral. The other man gained his footing and stared at the scene before him - Titus holding you close and you cowering against him - and he scoffed.
"I see someone else has already staked their claim. Fine. Enjoy her." The man turned around and left, leaving you and Titus in the hall alone. You looked up at Titus from your very warm and comforting spot at his side, to find him sneering at the other man until he left Titus' sight.
"Twice in as many days, you seem to have a knack for saving me." You commented, making no move to step out of Titus' embrace. He turned his attention to you when he was satisfied that the danger was gone and you watched his features soften when he looked at you. The anger melted away to be replaced with warmth and fondness.
"I saw him follow you, I wondered if he was with you." You shook your head at Titus' words.
"He's just another bottom feeder who's trying to marry me to absorb my family's fortune. He's not the first one who's tried and he won't be the last. Gosh Titus, what am I going to do when you leave? Who will protect me then?" You nuzzled your face against his chest, wrapping your arms around him fully to hug him close. Your heart soared when Titus wrapped his arms around you too without hesitation, securing you to him in a protective embrace.
"I've seen you take care of yourself." Titus complimented, his breath hot against the top of your head. You shrugged as you stepped back, trying to play a little hot and cold to keep him interested. You were thrilled when Titus held onto you until the last possible second, his hot hands trailing down the bare skin of your arms until you were out of his reach.
"I've had to take care of myself my whole life. My family was pretty cut throat and them being gone hasn't made it any easier for me. It's been nice to have someone who's had my back. Thank you Titus." You said sincerely. He nodded solemnly at you, taking your thanks to heart. You looked down the hall in the direction of your bedroom.
"I better go to bed. I don't like thunder storms and I can tell I'm going to have a tough time sleeping tonight." That was a lie and just like you hoped, Titus swallowed it - hook, line and sinker.
"I could keep you company if you want. Until you fall asleep." You perked up, smiling at him.
"Really? I'd appreciate that Titus. Could you ask the staff for some tea while I get ready for bed?"
"Of course." Titus headed off in the opposite direction of your room, on the hunt for a staff who could fulfill your request while you hurried to your room to get ready.
You didn't want to be too obvious but you also didn't want to be so subtle that you sent mixed signals. You chose a long, white nightgown made of lace and silk that was sheer in the right light. The neckline went all the way to the tips of your shoulders, showing off your neck and the top of your chest which would give Titus a bit of a show.
There was a knock at your door a few minutes later and Titus let himself in with two steaming mugs of tea. He closed the door with his foot and approached you where you'd settled for the evening in one of the overly large arm chairs by the window. You thanked him for the tea and gestured for him to join you in the other armchair. He took a seat, lounging back in the chair, the picture of confidence and easy comfort.
He struck up conversation first, asking you questions about how you'd been spending your time lately and how you'd been getting on since the death of your last family member. The questions he had were all curious and not invasive and you were honest with him. You volleyed questions back at him about his business and his family and the health of his father. You spent the next hour getting to know each other a bit better, the conversation illuminating and personal, making you smile and laugh as much as you listened seriously to his feelings and anecdotes about his childhood.
A sudden crack of thunder so loud it shook the windows interrupted your conversation and reminded you of your true motives for having Titus in your room. Before the thunder even stopped, you threw yourself to the ground, huddled on your knees at Titus' feet. Titus sat up straight, looking down at your trembling form as you pressed your face against the side of his thigh and tightened your hands around his pant leg. Titus set his tea aside and ran his hand over the top of your head, petting your hair in comfort which did relax you.
While you were playing it up a little bit, it did feel nice to put your worries into someone else’s hands. Having Titus there to watch your back, and comfort and protect you, and tell you everything would be alright was something you didn’t know you needed. You’d always took care of yourself, always made sure to be wrapped in barbed wire and steel as a way for protecting yourself, especially after you became the last member of the family standing. It was a lot of responsibility and pressure, and laying your head in Titus’ lap made you feel less alone.
You tilted your chin up to look at him and he smiled softly down at you, an edge of condescension in his eyes as he looked at you kneeling at his feet, small and submissive.
"Come up here bunny." Titus said as his hand cupped the back of your head. You complied, standing and climbing into his lap, your knees on either side of his hips and your hands on his shoulders. Titus rested his hands on your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he tugged you closer until your unclothed core was pressed against his half hard cock. You gasped, your fingers curling into the material of his shirt and your chest brushing against his.
"Is that because of me?" You asked coyly as Titus' hand trailed up your back, trapping you in his embrace. His eyes were dark and full of desire, watching you with rapt attention. Sitting on your knees you were a little taller than him in this position meaning he had to tip his head back to look into your eyes. Your hands slid up to his face, holding him in that position as your thumbs grazed his cheek reverently.
"Are you going to take care of me Titus?" You whispered, the tip of your nose brushing his. Titus licked his lips and smiled, dark and knowing.
"Absolutely bunny." Titus leaned forward and captured your lips in a deep and possessive kiss. You moaned into his mouth, letting him claim you as his hands ran over your body. He grabbed handfuls of your nightgown and wasted no time in pulling it up, breaking the kiss for only a moment to get the fabric over your head. He tossed it to the ground without even looking, his focus entirely on you.
You couldn't deny the effect his touch had on you. Your kisses were hot and heavy, your skin on fire and your pussy throbbed with need. You could feel how big he was, even through the confines of his pants, and you felt dizzy at the idea of him inside you. Desperate for some relief you rolled your hips against him, the friction of your bare pussy against the fabric of his slacks giving you the stimulation you wanted and you moaned into Titus' mouth again as he groaned into yours.
Titus' hot hands slid over your soft skin, mapping out every dip and valley. The desperate grip of his hands let you know that you had him, completely. The mouth of the Venus fly trap was closing around him slowly, inch by inch and he didn't even know.
You broke the kiss, pulling away from Titus to look down at him. To your delight his pupils were blown wide and his breath came out in heavy pants. His eyes were fixed on you, as though in a trance, like you were the only thing in his universe at the moment. You were still rolling your hips, humping against his clothed cock and sending sparks of pleasure through you both.
"Kiss me baby." You panted as you tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck to him and offering up the smooth column of skin. Titus delighted in the invitation and leaned forward to press hot, wet kisses up and down your neck. You held the back of his head, your fingers slipping through his grey curls as you sighed. Your head tipped back in ecstasy as Titus sucked possessive hickeys into your skin and bit down as his hands pulled your hips forward to grind down harder against his cock.
Titus kissed along your shoulder and you took advantage of his position to push up higher on your knees and push your bare tits towards his face. Titus' eyes flicked up to yours for a moment, his mouth open and wanting just inches from your skin.
"Please," You whined, arching your back more to push your tits forward. Titus kept his eyes on yours as he lowered his mouth to your breast and wrapped his lips around your nipple. He closed his eyes in pleasure and sucked, pulling a moan from you as his tongue lapped at the sensitive bud. You cradled the back of Titus' head, keeping him secured to your breast as he sucked greedily on your nipple. His hand rose to your other breast and enveloped it in his large hand, massaging the flesh while his other hand pressed flat on your back, keeping you where he wanted you.
"Yes," You sighed. "That's it, good boy." The praise went directly to Titus' cock and he moaned lewdly into your tit, pressing his face further against your flesh like he could crawl inside you. You felt so wet, you knew you were dripping into Titus' lap, but he was too preoccupied to notice. When he did pull back from your breast you guided him to the other, neglected breast, nodding encouragingly at him when his eyes went to your face. He wasted no time sucking on your other nipple, moaning when you praised him some more.
"Just like that baby - oh God Titus - yes, yes, you're being so good to me." You moaned. "Good boy, you're doing so good." Titus sucked harder and lavished your nipple with his tongue, spurred on by the praise. At this point your cunt was throbbing, begging to be filled and you couldn't stand it any longer.
"I need your cock baby," You whined desperately, tugging on Titus' hair. "I need you to take care of me." Titus obeyed, albeit reluctantly, pulling away from your breast with a somewhat dazed expression on his face. On another night you'll let him suck on your tits until they were red from his stubble and purple from his hickeys, but right now you needed him inside you.
You dropped back into his lap and made very quick work of his belt and zipper, not bothering with him getting undressed and pulling his hard cock out as soon as you could. You rose up on your knees again to take him inside you, smiling to yourself as Titus pressed his face between your breasts once they were back in his face, before you swiped the bulbous head of his cock through your wet folds and guided him inside you.
You moaned together as you sank down onto him, his large size stretching you but not finding any resistance because of how wet you were. You sat down until your hips were flush with his, his cock fully nestled inside you and your forehead pressed against his. Your hands gripped his shoulders and his held you at your spine and the back of your neck. The weight of his hand on the back of your neck was comforting and controlling in equal measure, his fingers loosely around your neck claiming you as his.
You rose up on your knees, your thighs shaking from the pleasure as you began to bounce in his lap, fucking yourself on his cock. The length of his cock filled you completely and you could feel his tip kissing your cervix every time you dropped down into his lap. He consumed your senses, his woodsy scent filling your nose and his groaning breaths filling your ears, drowning out the sound of rain pelting the windowpane. Your only thought was reaching your pleasure, building it as you fucked him.
"That's it, bounce bunny." Titus murmured, his fingers tightening on your neck as he jerked his hips to meet your thrusts. Your thighs trembled and burned with the effort but you were too caught up in Titus to notice or care. Titus' hand left your neck to slip down in front of you and thumb your clit. You cried out as a wave of pleasure struck through you, your nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders. You leaned into Titus, your breasts bouncing directly in his face as you chased your orgasm.
"Come on my cock bunny." Titus ordered, his thumb circling your clit in calculated strokes. You had no choice but to obey and you shattered in his arms, your orgasm ripping through you. Titus took hold of your hips and kept you bouncing as your pleasure rippled through you, fucking you on his cock as he chased his own orgasm.
As you came down from your high you returned more into yourself and remembered you still had a deal to seal. You pivoted, trying to regain the reins and control of the situation.
"C'mon baby," You sighed as you leaned fully into Titus, pressing your chest against his face as your continued to move up and down his cock. "Be good for mommy, come for me." You purred as your fingernails scratched the back of his scalp. Titus moaned loudly at your words, his face buried in your tits. His grip on your hips tightened as he dropped you down on his cock faster, rougher, your words making his balls tighten and his cock pulse.
"Be a good boy for mommy, baby. Come inside me Titus."
"Oh, oh mommy," Titus groaned, his words muffled against your chest as his orgasm started to spill out of him. A few more hard thrusts and Titus slammed you down on his cock one last time to come inside you, his cock twitching as he filled you with his cum. You took Titus' face in your hands and peppered his face with kisses as his cock pulsed inside you.
"Good boy," You praised breathlessly. "Such a good job, making me feel so good." You placed tiny kisses along his jaw and across his cheeks. Once Titus came back to himself his hand flew up to the back of your neck to pull you into a hard and passionate kiss, his lips kissing you like you belonged to him. You melted into his touch voluntarily, savoring the kiss and the heat of his mouth.
The kiss didn't end until Titus released you, letting you pull away but you didn't, instead choosing to rest your head on his shoulder and your hands on his chest, his softening cock still inside you.
"What am I going to do when you leave?" You asked with a melancholy sigh.
"I could stay." Titus replied simply and you perked up, lifting your head to look at him.
"Stay? For how long?" You tried to sound the right amount of eager, not quite over the moon but very happy. The truth was that you were over the moon at what you were sure he was proposing.
"How about forever?" He said, a sly edge to his voice. You broke into a smile.
"Titus, are you asking me to marry you?" Your voice was high with excitement and you didn't hide it from him. He grinned at you, like the cat that ate the canary.
"You want to be a Danforth, bunny?"
"More than anything." You said with a brilliant smile before kissing him deeply.
And just like that, the mouth of the Venus fly trap closed those last few inches around Titus and you were set for life.
sammy loves calling you on your lunch break, much to the playful jeers of the station around him.
it's halfway through his shift, and sammy finds himself glancing at the clock on the stucco wall. sammy smiles to himself, sitting up and fishing his flip-phone from his suit jacket pocket with a little grunt and squeak from the desk chair. it's a hot spring day, and all sammy wants to do is talk to his sweet little wife on her break.
at the sound of sammy spinning around to grab his phone, moretta immediately pipes up, "here we go. loverboy's making his daily call" gesturing to sal with a laugh. sammy rolls his eyes as he brings the phone to his ear, sal turning to another detective and shooing them away "the man is whipped, leave him be." with a blush, sammy turns to his friends "yeah, yeah"
you answer on the second ring, cheery voice brightening up the line. sammy leans back in his chair, lifting his strong legs onto his desk with a sigh "hey sweetheart." his voice is warm honey, personalized just for his girl to hear.
in the back, his coworkers keep hurling comments "ask her what she packed you for lunch, sammy!" and "tell the missus we say hi!" and when you giggle in response, sammy's throwing a wad of paper at his buddies. "ignore them baby, just jealous... what're you doin? you on your break?"
sammy knows the answer, he just wants to keep you with him as long as he can. he's fully tuned into you as you speak, nodding along and asking questions about your work day. cooing motivation for you and letting you complain about your coworkers, "yeah i know the feeling" "ah c'mon loverboy" nate yells "y'know you love us! right sal?" sal grunts in response, unable to hide his own smile at the display of young love in front of him.
reluctantly sammy has to go, "alright, i'll see you at home, okay? be good, baby.” he smiles into the phone, hand running over his thigh soothingly. giggling, you respond with a loving “okay, i will, promise. love you sammy”
sammy tucks in his chin into his phone, trying to whisper to you. he’s not ashamed to tell you this, never could be, but he knows it’s going to get really loud if nate overhears. “i love you too” which is immediately interrupted by nate & his buddies loudly going “AWWW!” followed by sammy screaming distantly “shut the hell up!” before quickly hanging up.
Shawn’s tweets was the only reason i created my X account (I use it from the web cus I’m NOT downloading X), this are some of my all time favorite Shawn posts (some are missing but whoooo cares) 🥹❤️🩹
