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The bar was dim, candles and chandeliers the only source of light casting shadows throughout. Jazz music played as the tempo pulled the attendance into twirls of dancing. And there, in the middle of it all was Brendon Park. Tall, solid, and cold. The people around him bounced along with the ever changing tempo yet he remained impassible, a hand on his glass of amber liquid, eyes travelling around the room as he took in the scenes.
Brendon wasnât a jazz kind of man. To be honest he wasnât sure what kind of music he liked. The closest thing he had to a playlist were random bass heavy songs heâd play in a loop at the gym. He had heard whispers in the halls of the PTMC about how weird it was that he preferred silence in the OR compared to the other surgeons who would blast music like there was no tomorrow. But he couldnât care less, not when he had the satisfaction of seeing everyone squirm around him whenever he entered a consult or a case handover. Heâd rather be feared and respected than anything else.
With a last gulp of his glass he turned back to the bar, ordering a new whiskey on the rocks with a simple wave of his hand. The barman quickly prepared a new glass, noting down the order on the groupâs tab.
He was at âCavetteâ by choice, not his choice but it was still a choice. His frat brother Hudson was finally going to get married to his grad school sweetheart which meant that the groomsmen and bridesmaids had been invited to the Cavette, the very same jazz bar where Hudson and Odette had met during their MBA introduction week. And though the orthopaedic surgeon would have preferred being asleep as the clock struck midnight, he stayed, taking in the lovestruck couple to his left, and the jolly dancers all around.Â
His eyes glided lazily around not necessarily looking for anything. And thatâs when he saw her. Short, extremely curvy, eyes concentrated on his group. The womanâs eyes stopped for a few seconds before a huge smile graced her thin lips. In a few strides she was close by and Brendon swore he could smell her fragrance of light florals and acidic tones of agrumes.
âOdette!! Surprise!!âÂ
A shrill squeal sounded and a dash of ginger pounced on the brunette with enough force that the two women had to be stabilised by surrounding hands. Yet the two didnât care, only embracing each other as they bounced around annoyingly still in time with the fastening tempo of the jazz quatuor. Odette, the ginger, kissed her friendâs cheeks before pulling her deeper into the privatised lounge, waving the security guard away.Â
âHudson! Odette is here!!â The tall and lean man Brendon called his best friend quickly pulled the brunette in a short hug, kissing her cheeks just like Odette had done. And Brendon realised he was acting like a creep, peeping on his friends and the unknown woman. So he side stepped, eyes still roaming around, but making sure to keep his ears concentrated on the trio to his right.
âSophie! You shouldnât have!â Hudson smiled.
âMy only cousin is getting married and you think Iâd miss the bridesmaid hangout?â Of course Brendon found her voice pleasant, slightly deeper than what he expected, but it suited her well, especially with the slight French accent she was honing. His eyes roamed her body and he almost regretted deciding to become mature. If he was back in his frat days, he knew heâd have done something, anything, including humiliating himself to get her attention. But now he was forty, a respected and feared attending surgeon, his time running after women were over⊠or so he thought.
âBrendon, brother!â Hudsonâs voice snapped him out of his thoughts and the surgeon stepped closer to the group, trying to act as though he hadnât been eavesdropping the past few minutes. âMeet Sophie, Odetteâs cousin.â
She smiled, her eyes widening at him. Sophie was a lot of things, but an idiot wasnât one of them. The man was wearing a whitebutton-up shirt which looked amazing on him. He was massive, muscular, tall, imposing. Another thing that Sophie wasnât is easily impressed, but right now she couldnât lie and say that she didnât want to jump the manâs bones. She wondered if all Americans looked this good.
âPleasureâs all mine, Brendon.â And Odette let out an exasperated giggle.Â
âPlay nice Sophie.âÂ
âIâm always extra nice.â Â She winked.
And then Sophie was whisked off to meet the other members of the future wedding party, leaving Brendon at the bar, alone yet intrigued.
For the rest of the night he saw he bouncing around, meeting other bridesmaids, other groomsmen. Her cheeky smile never leaving her face. It seemed like she was an adept at making new connections as everyone circled around her while she recounted the long flight she had just taken. 10 hours straight, from Paris to Pittsburgh. It had been fine until her seat neighbour had decided to turn on his light which would have been fine if he wasnât actually having fun flicking it on and off every two minutes. Flying business class clearly didnât come with extra social manners because after the fifth flicker, another passenger had gotten up from his seat, bellowing at the trouble maker until both men were screaming at each other while attendants tried to calm things down on each side, leaving Louise to be the Berlin Wall between the screeching duo.
âHonestly if Iâd have known that Americans were this entertaining Iâd have come to see you sooner.â The little group chuckled as Odetteâs cheeks turned red.
âI told you that you could come whenever, but nooooo, your work kept you away!â
âIâm here now right Ode?â The ginger smiled as her cousin pulled her into a hug.Â
The rest of the night passed on smoothly, Odette dancing with everyone, spending extra time with Hudson. But Brendon didnât pay much attention to his two friends, grey eyes following the newcomer as she twirled with strangers, her body moving along with the music, hair flying around, a smirk decorating her face as she had fun.Â
Of course Sophie felt his gaze, hot and heavy following her every move. And she played into it, body smooth, making sure sheâd catch his eye ever so often, even being so bold as to send him a wink between two dance partners.Â
âAre you going to offer to buy me a drink or are you just going to stare at me the whole night?â Brendonâs face remained impassible, though his head cocked to the side. âIâd like a dirty lemonade please.â
And of course the man obliged, heâd be a fool not to when she looked at him with those eyes that seemed more and more enchanting the longer he looked into them.Â
âSo SophieâŠâ He liked the way her name rolled off his tongue. âHow long are you here for?â He pulled the seat next to him out, the woman sitting down. This might have been a bad idea as Brendon was much taller than her and was now looking down, the size difference allowing a perfect view of her chest that peaked just above her classy silk top.Â
Of course the minx knew that as she leaned back, opening the view even more. She could see the way his eyes flickered down to her breasts and back up to her face, his cheeks reddening in an instant before he concentrated back on her voice. He hoped she would answer his question quickly because the only thing running through his mind at the moment was how soft her breast looked, wondering if they'd feel as soft in his big hands.
âIâm not sure yet, I can do my work remotely for now so I might stick around for a bit, maybe even longer if something catches my attentionâŠâÂ
Her drink arrived and she took a sip from her straw, her throat bobbing up and down forcing Brendon to look away, taking a sip of his own.
âWhat do you do for work?â Thatâs a safe question he decided.Â
âIâm a financial forensics analyst.â Well Brendon didnât expect that. To be honest he didnât know what he expected, but that wasnât it.
âThatâs impressive!â And for once the woman blushed, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. âWhat does that entail?â
Sophieâs cheeks reddened at the compliment, looking up at him with a sincere smile on her face, her smirk disappearing.Â
âWhenever thereâs suspicion of money laundering I get called in, or if thereâs a KYC needed for a specific client or company, thatâs my job to figure out where their funds come from. I work for an auditing company so whatever they need me to check out, Iâll do it.â She smiled. âWhat about you Brendon? Whatâs your job? Engineering like Hudson?â
Brendon shook his head, passing a hand through his curls and Sophie followed the movement with her eyes. She forced down a gulp of her drink, deciding that she hadnât known the man long enough to ask to touch his curls though she wondered what itâd feel like to curl a strand around her fingers, pulling it slightly just to watch it bounce back.
âIâm an orthopaedic surgeon.â He spoke proudly.
âNow Iâm impressed! That must have took a lot of work.â And it was Brendonâs turn to blush at the praise.Â
He preferred to blame his emotions on the fifty year old whiskey he was sipping.
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Soft!Brendon Park doesn't want a one night stand - Finished
Summary
Brendon Park had waited a while before he had the courage to talk to you, and of course he didn't regret it especially as it had led to one of the best nights in his life.
But when he realises that you think that it was only a one night stand, he knows that he has to grovel to show you that it meant much more to him than just that.
Chapters:
Part 1: In which he grows some balls
Part 2: In which he asks you out
Part 3: In which you realise that Park the Shark is just Brendon
More info:
Light hearted story ; head cannons ; minimal smut ; soft!brendon
sammy bryant as your perv coworker who acts as your personal bodyguard on when the precinct goes out to the bar...
it's a hot summer night in LA. you're wearing your tightest, prettiest dress. you get a little too tipsy, some dude gets a little too handsy, and sammy's shoving him off of you with the practiced ease of a gang detective, along with a muttered "watch it, motherfucker."
to you, sammy looks like an angel under the dimmed lights. his chubby cheeks are flushed a light pink and his curls are all messy. without giving it much thought, you wrap your arms around his thick neck, backing him into a dark corner. "sammy, c'mere..."
he indulges you, of course, his hands finding a respectful place over the midsection of your back. "one too many vodka crans, huh?" he teases you as his mouth curves into that signature sideways smirk.
"mmmhm..." you giggle back at him. you shouldn't find it so hot that he's memorised your drink of choice. "mm... sammy?"
"yeah?" he whispers.
"i think you're sooo pretty..."
sammy laughs under his breath in response, ducking his head. he's flatteredâ he knows he's not exactly the definition of pretty, but he'll take any kind of compliment from a girl who looks like you. "you do?" he replies, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"mhm," you hum sweetly, nodding. "and i know it might be naughty to say this, 'cause you're all married and stuff, butâ" you lean in clumsily, voice dropping to a hushed whisper against his ear, "i've always wanted to suck your cock..."
"... what?" you catch sammy completely off guard. he's always respected you as a member of the team, but when you're not in the field you look so sweet and polite. he had no idea you had such a dirty little mouth.
you continue, emboldened by the alcohol. "yeah. or... or like ride it or something... or.... sorry, don't know what'm sayin', you're just really hot..."
sammy exhales a little, shaking his head. he's so turned on right now that his wife is the last thing on his mind. "no, no, it's alright, you're drunk." his nose is full of your perfume, dark cherry and amber and cinnamon, and it makes his head spin.
then, your back arches slightly under his touch and his common sense goes out of the window. "y'know what? just dance with me a little."
he rocks you slowly to the beat of the song, his breathing harsh against your cheek. his hands dip down to your ass, pressing you into his crotch so you can feel the hard line of his cock through his jeans.
your breath hitches when you feel it. "sammy, 's wrong..."
"what's wrong, sweetheart? we're just dancin'," he murmurs, even as he grinds forward into you, one of his big hands drifting up your thigh under your dress until it hits the lace of your panties. "just dancin', that's all."
you wedge his thick thigh between yours, rubbing up on his stiff cock as you lose yourself to the thrum between your legs. "mmh.. fuck, sammy..." you sigh out against his neck.
"yeah, that's right, sweetheart," he groans as he scans the room behind youâ everyone's way too busy downing beers and trading stories at the bar to notice the way you two are grinding on each other in the back, how his hand is shamelessly palming your ass. then, sammy gets a bright idea: "y'wanna come to the bathroom with me, baby? i'll help you pee."
"but i don't need to pee, sammy," you whine, pressing yourself impossibly closer to his body. "just wanna dance with you all night..."
he chuckles at your drunken stubbornness, then pats your ass before extracting his hand from under your dress. "wanna know a secret?" he asks softly, already leading you by the waist towards the bathroom door. you nod carelessly as you follow him.
"you're not gonna pee," he whispers. "i'm gonna give you what you wanted, yeah? gonna get my cock in you."
Sophie has always found Americans to be arrogant and annoying which is why she's never set foot in the country, preferring the Haussmannian environment of her home city of Paris. But when her darling cousin invites her to her engagement party and gives her the title of maid of honour, there was no way she would miss it for the world.
Thankfully Brendon Park, the groomsman, seems to be okay for an American... maybe even more than okay.
Chapters:
Extract for the wip title game: here
Dans la Cavette
Le Brunch des Cousines
Une Nuit de RĂȘve (contains smut)
Prologue: La marriage tant attendu
More info:
Light hearted story line ; soft!brendon park; short chapters ; no angst
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for the wip title game, i would love to know more about Found in Translation
Bonjouuuuurrrrr!!! :)
FiT is a short multi-chapter story in which a French woman with high expectations meets an American Ortho surgeon:
Sophie has always found Americans to be arrogant and annoying which is why she's never set foot in the country, preferring the Haussmannian environment of her home city of Paris. But when her darling cousin invites her to her engagement party and gives her the title of maid of honour, there was no way she would miss it for the world.
Thankfully Brendon Park, the groomsman, seems to be okay for an American... maybe even more than okay.
I've just made the series masterlist here :)
And here's an extract of the first chapter because the story came from this little scene I wrote whilst on a flight and just continued to develop (it was a 13 hour flight okay I had A LOT of time teeheeee)
Brendon didnât pay much attention to his two friends, grey eyes following the brunette as she twirled with strangers, her body moving along with the music, hair flying around, the same smirk decorating her face as she had fun.Â
Of course Sophie felt his gaze, hot and heavy following her every move. And she played into it, body smooth, making sure sheâd catch his eye ever so often, even being so bold as to send him a wink between two dance partners.Â
âAre you going to offer to buy me a drink or are you just going to stare at me the whole night?â Brendonâs face remained impassible, though his head cocked to the side. âIâd like a dirty lemonade please.â
And of course the man obliged, heâd be a fool not to when she looked at him with those eyes that seemed more and more enchanting the longer he looked into them.Â
I literally cannot wait to put it out because it's basically just Brendon being soft and down bad for a strong woman :)
I kinda screamed when I saw that you had tagged me, I LOOOOVEE your stories and can't wait for Cody's girl's continuation :)
rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!
40 yr old brendon park going back in the dating scene expecting the worst because his coworkers keep telling him how horrible the modern dating scene is that he was genuinely nervous with his date with you only to find out the issue was the bar was actually in hell. they get mad if you don;t buy them flowers on dates. duh? they want you to pay for everything! of course he's going to pay for everything he earns more than half a million a year. they want to put labels on the relationship! he's a grown man he'd be insulted if you don't treat this relationship seriously enough to put a name to it.
and suddenly to everyone's surprise, brendon park -- who has not dated seriously since college -- is getting married ahead all of them because he's genuinely just a great guy and a better boyfriend lmfao
Jack Abbot who decided that he wanted you to have his kids. He was getting older and in his list of aspirations in the middle of to âbe a good doctorâ and âbe a perfect husbandâ was âbe a great dadâ. His first two aspirations were completed, which meant that there was one more thing he needed to get done. Thankfully he had you, his pretty little wife to help him achieve his goal.
Jack Abbot whose first order was to check on his own fertility count. But clearly he took good care of himself, with the exception of a horrendous sleeping schedule, and that showed in his great results. Once that was out of the way, he needed to inspect you.
Jack Abbot who had woken up wanting to have a serious talk about having kids until he saw you bent over, ass in the air, cheeks flushed from the physical effort. And really there was nothing stopping him from propping you up into his arms and fast walking into the room, stopping the instinct he had of just tearing your clothes away and taking you then and there.
Jack Abbot who lays you down on your shared bed as you throw him an inquisitive glance, after all, you were in the middle of your home yoga practice when your husband had picked you up without a word.
Jack Abbot who met your lips with his, silencing your surprise by swiping in his tongue, loving how you taste. He had prowled over you, hazel eyes dark with need, taking what he wanted as he slowly started grinding his bulge over your cunt, only separated by the thin fabric of leggings.Â
Jack Abbot who whispered in your ear about a pussy inspection, that he wanted to make sure that âHis perfect girl could take his seedâ. And of course that made you gasp at how dirty he sounded, but in reality you loved it, loved how he made you feel so made for him.
Jack Abbot who actually ripped your leggings apart one handedly but you were too horny, too lost in the kiss to care.
Jack Abbot who drew shapeless patterns down your neck with his tongue, sucking on your nipples before letting go with a resounding pop. Continuing his trajectory downwards until he left a perfect lick where you needed him most.
Jack Abbot who chuckled when he started sucking on your clit, his hands holding your hips down as you tried to buck up for even more friction.
Jack Abbot who made you cum once before explaining clearly what he was going to do with his fingers.
âSweetheart youâre going to take one finger first, and then Iâll inch in the others slowly, you get it? 'm wanna make sure your pussy is perfect, so I can make you the mom of my childrenâ
Jack Abbot who follows through, enjoying the quelching sound of him entering your warmth, the way your eyes rolled back when three of his fingers pistoned into you at a fast pace after you passed his first inspection, the way your eyes rolled back when he finally used his cock.Â
Jack Abbot who cums not once, not twice, but three times just from imagining you as the mother of his children, already knowing how soft and patient you would be. He then holds up your legs as though it was scientific, and continuously pushes his cum back deep into you when it threatened to spill onto the sheets, not caring as your body shuddered from overstimulation.Â
Jack Abbot who made a mental note to look up which positions would be most likely to lead to pregnancy.Â
Needy!Sammy who just bought a pint of his favourite ice cream as a treat for making it through the week.
Needy!Sammy who canât find his ice cream bowl, the one you had made him on one of your first dates at a shape&paint pottery lesson.
Needy!Sammy who had decided that heâd just eat the creamy goodness from the tub even though he can already feel tears of frustration threaten to spill at having to change his usual routine.
Needy!Sammy who saw you laying under the sun, bikini and shades on as you sang along to the radio. His eyes following the lines of your perfect face, to your perfect neck, to your perfect collarbone, to your perfect perky breasts.Â
Needy!Sammy who remembers fucking your tits as you held them together, allowing his cock to nudge between the two peaks, rutting himself expertly between them until he came with a strangled cry, his cum coating your pretty lips.Â
Needy!Sammy who just got a brilliant idea.Â
Thatâs how you end up shivering under him though you werenât exactly sure if it was from the way his tongue flicked on your nipple as he swallowed some of the sweetness he had spooned there, or if itâs from the coldness of the ice cream on your chest.Â
Either way he was ravaging you, licking, sucking, biting as you whined, your hands tugging at his hair trying to ground yourself. After a particularly harsh nibble on the curve of your breast you couldnât help but push his mouth away from overstimulation.Â
His hazel eyes stared right into yours, his eyebrows raising with surprise, as though he didnât do anything that warranted your reaction, fat tears glistening in his eyes from the rejection.Â
« But sweetheart⊠please... How else 'm I supposed t-to eat my dessert ? »Â
You huffed harshly trying to catch your breath but he just went back to his task, fingers fumbling the flimsy textile of your bikini to the side as he plunged his ice cold digits into you. He even had the balls to giggle as your eyebrows furrowed, your mouth whining at the sensation, body contracting uncontrollably.Â
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manipulative pope cody + âjust the tip?â + breeding kink drabble :3
this is for my moots who inspired me to blurb! i luv you~ @valleyanimalz @dirtygir1 @bbuuunnyyy @groovyangelkisses
*nasty smut below the cut teehee* ! mdni !
pope cody hates that you make him wear a condom, that you have been making him wrap it up for the entire two month relationship. he feels itâs an unnecessary barrier keeping him from feeling all of you and filling you up properly. but, he agreed the first time because he was so desperate to be inside you. always has been. always will be.
now, even after youâve fucked more times than he can count while protected. heâs fed up. he knows that youâll like it bare. that youâll need it. that youâll never make him wear a stupid condom again when you learn how good it feels when he sinks into you raw. you just need his help. need your strong, heroic boyfriend to take that step that you cant take yourself. god, heâs so good to you. thatâs what he tells himself when he formulates his plan.
he made sure you came on his face at least three times. until your legs were jelly, brain mush, voice hoarse from begging him to stop. âi-i canâtâ you had whined, â âs too much andy!â. he did it to get you into that floaty head space where youâre babbling mindlessly and lax for him.
and youâre exactly that as pope crawls up your body and settles where he belongs, above you and inbetween your legs. still, you breathlessly slur the question that he despises. âcondom?â
he feigns frustration even though this is exactly what he planned. âshitâ i left my wallet in craigâs car⊠i donât have one.â
your response is a needy whine that morphs into a gasp when he rests his cock against your drenched folds and slowly slides back and forth. âcan i just have you like this sweetheart?â pope rubs his thick length upwards, angry pink tip catching your clit with every pressing glide. you whimper through your desperate nods, nails clawing at his shoulders, fusing your knees to his ribs to stay spread for him. such a good girl, he thinks to himself.
he keeps his ruttings short. almost playfully light in order to not get you anywhere besides out of your mind from teasing. just how he wants it. when you start to wriggle beneath him, whimpering a few mindless âplease please pleaseâs, he looks down at your aching pussy to see her clench around nothing. poor baby, she needs me so bad, he tells himself.
his dick is so drenched in your slick releases that pope âaccidentallyâ notches at your opening. staying in motion, he pushes in ever so slightly. your eyes shoot open in surprise âohh- andy!â you squeal. frustration bubbles in his chest, but he doesnât give up. because your panic simmers to heat and your mouth forms an âoâ as you moan at just his bare tip breaching your wet heat.
he buries his face into your neck to hide his satisfied grin, licking and suckling the skin how he knows you like. âjus the tip sweetheart? please?â he emphasizes his wimpy whines with an inching forward of his hips. your nails tear at the flesh on his back as you shudder. âp-promise?â you croak out. his reply is strained. â âcourse honey.â
popes promise â to him at leastâ goes up in flames when he slips a tiny bit further inside and is met with warm, silky tightness. fuckkk. he groans, muscles tensing and you cry out, eyes rolling back. his thrusts are shallow and unsatisfactory. after a only a few, heâs twitching in need, pathetically trying to inch deeper.
you notice, starting to whine and pant. âyou cant! iâm n-not on the pill!â the words almost make pope start to piston in and out of you. the thought of coming in you until youâre swollen with his baby infiltrating his mind. that youâll be tied to him forever andâ oh yeah. thatâs happening, he decides.
pope leans down to kiss you languidly. trying to tongue fuck you into submission. your pussy is rapidly fluttering around the first inch of him, telling him that you want this just as bad as he does. he uses his words. âyou just feel so good sweetheart. need you so bad. need all of you.â a breathy moan slips from you at his praise as you return his kiss greedily.
you pull back and blink up at him with your glossy eyes and kiss bitten lips. when your legs start to wrap around him, crossing tightly at his back, he knows heâs almost home free. âokay... i- i need you too andy.â
you barely get the words out before he hastily pushes all the way inside of you. guttural noises of pleasure are ripped from you both as you clench around him so prettily and he stretches you out so perfectly. itâs searing, intimate and raw. so fucking raw.
as pope starts to thrust in and out of you eagerly, obscene slapping sounds echo throughout the room. he whimpers loudly at the warm, wet feeling of you and the noises your body makes for him.
when you shakily tell him between moans âyou h-have to pull out okay?â
it takes all of his dwindling restraint not to laugh in your face.
Free use with Jack abbot is such a beautiful reality because you two are absolutely on different schedules, itâs impossible to find time to be intimate when youâre on alternating rotations, blurred kisses chastely pressed to the others lips in hurried excuses of passion, fumbling hands desperately trying to make the other cum in the split second of time you have before work, hands shoved under the band of scrubs and sleep shorts in an aching rush that leaves you both sticky and unsatisfied. He slips into bed while youâre sleeping, still catching up on the hours before your shift starts, when the firm press of his lips lulls you awake, tongue prodding the inside of your mouth when you can do nothing but moan and hum, still hazy from sleep while heâs bunching your panties down the warm plush of your thighs. His hands easily turn you toward him, body languid with exhaustion, palm groping your tits when you meekly begin to mumble agaisnt his lips, spit coming down your chin where you try and kiss back with matched fervor, âSâokay, just keep sleeping. Gonna get you ready for me, okay? Just a little bit, sweetheart,â your writhing and whining as his fingers stroke your clit, fingers feebly grasping his shoulders with that little strength you can muster. He only shoves his pants down enough to settle under his cock so he can sheathe himself inside you entirely without wasting any more time, cunt swallowing him whole, so warm from being neatly tucked under the blankets all night. His body settles over you, rocking his hips back and forth to breach your cunt with shallow thrusts that knock the gasps from your parted lips. Your eyelids are still heavy with sleep, thighs dangling idly against the mattress, too tired to keep them up and his heavy rumbling groans press up against the cusp of your ear, âFuck, thatâs it, doing so good for me. Sleepy girl, just couldnât help it seeing you lay here all soft and warm for meâmmâput you back to sleep, yeah? After I cum in this pussy, put you right back to sleep.â
Park the Shark who practically races to the showers once he finished his last consult, glad that he had packed his white button-shirt, the one his friends said made him look handsome. And he wants to impress you.
Park the Shark who smiles when you come to his office once your shift ends. Youâre also wearing a linen white button-up that matches his though yours is unbuttoned, thrown over a stylish singlet that allows him to see your curves. Of course he had seen them the night of the afterwork, even ran his fingers on your soft skin, but he was sure there wouldnât be a time when he wouldnât look at you like you were the most beautiful woman on earth.
Park the Shark whose hand twitches as youâre walking together toward the restaurant, unsure of how comfortable youâd be if he was to hold your hand. His thoughts must have taken over his brain as he stopped the conversation you were having about Formula 1. Both of you realised you were big fans as the sport though you were more of an Alpine girl though they ended up moving to the UK which removes their French charm, while heâs more of a Ferrari fanboy, being Italian-American and all.
Park the Shark whose brain stutters but restarts when he feels your warm hand, your fingers entangling with his as you notice his indecision. You kept your smirk at bay because really, who would have thought that Park the Shark would be so easily flustered?
Park the Shark who is a complete gentleman, opening the door, even moving your chair for you to sit on before tucking you under the table. While walking towards your table you had gotten a glimpse of the reservation being held by the waiter and see that the booking had been made weeks ago, a full week before you even talked to him at the bar. Cute.
Park the Shark who asks you questions about your life and answers the ones you have about his. He couldnât help himself and asks if you were friends with Dr. Stuart, the colleague he had seen you talk to a week ago, the very same man Brendon had hid from you at the bar. âDr. Stuartâs husband has a moving company.â You had smirked, watching Brendonâs face turn a deep crimson shade of red.
Park the Shark who by the end of the diner was just Brendon because you could no longer just see him as the arrogant mean surgeon, but as a man that you were starting to like more than in a professional way.
Brendon who insisted on paying, saying that he had invited you. You insisted on tipping just for him to click on the 30% option of the paying system as he swiped his black card, a triomphant look in his grey eyes.
Brendon who drove you to your own home after the date, his playlist of jazz playing in the background as you told him more stories about your time at nursing school, how you missed seeing your friends who were now back home while you had moved to Pittsburgh to get closer to your brother and his wife who were pregnant with triplets. And how you missed this one very specific pastry you were sure could only be found in your home town.
Brendon who kisses you gently in your doorway, his hand gently grasping your jaw as your eyes fluttered close.
Brendon who lets you savour his touch before telling you goodbye, heading home before he could enter your house and spend the night like last time, though it took all of his self restraint. He didnât want you to think he was doing all of this just for one more night of pleasure, he never wanted you to send him one of your indifferent looks he had received for more than a week following your first night together.
Brendon who had to take care of himself under the steaming water of his shower, his big hand grasping his heavy cock as he tugged, moaning your name, imagining your hands that had explored every crevice of his body, the way you had felt perfect under the rolls of his hips, how delicious you had tasted when he had eaten you out. It was the image of your face, eyes scrunched closed while an o formed on your perfect lips that made him cum with a silent cry.
Brendon who the next morning looked at the way you gasped, beaming as your favorite pastry was in your hands (alongside an everything beagle of course).
Brendon who the very next morning woke up with your body under his arm, a content smile on his face as he promised himself to take advantage of every moment he could spend in your presence.
Best friends!rabbot x reader where the reader gets insanely jealous after seeing robby and jack so much as even talk to dr al hashimi and she's being a brat they just have to pay little attention to her for her to calm down maybe she marks them up and stakes her claim
If they are they'll text or one of them will come up and take you home before returning for whatever held them back in the first place.
You've called once. Sent three messages.
By the time twenty minutes have gone by without a word, you're frustrated.
You just want to go home, get in a nice warm bath, and sleep.
Well...maybe not just.
There's one more thing you want.
One more thing you need.
But they're not answering their freaking phones!
The coil wraps itself tighter within your stomach.
You're angry now.
You pick up your things and practically storm out of the office, barely saying goodbye to your colleagues before you burst through the elevator into the Pitt.
At first you expect the place to be a spiraling mess. At least that would excuse their absence. But instead you find the place uncharacteristically quiet, calm and organized.
However, the shock quickly clears as red stains your vision.
You spot them across the floor, calm as can be, casual even, bags swung over their shoulders as if ready to leave, talking to the new attending.
She laughs at something Jack said, her hand not so subtly brushing against his arm.
Steam practically shoots out of your ears at the gesture, at how he returns her playful smile, at how Robby follows their lead and leans just a little further into her orbit.
You don't think, you just do.
You're standing beside them in a few powerful strides, arms crossed over your chest.
They don't notice you right away, the subtle sting of rejection only adding to your already boundless rage.
So you clear your throat, bratty and demanding.
It's like time stops in its tracks as the two men stiffen, finally turning to face you.
They don't dare talk, no, they don't have to do anything, because as their eyes darken at the mere sight of you, they've already accomplished what they set out to do.
"Hello," it's her who speaks first. "I'm doctor Al-Hashimi, is there something I can help you with?"
You give her a tight lipped smile, never one to be rude.
"No, I'm sorry," you reply sweetly. "I just need to borrow those two."
Jack smirks to himself, fully aware of just how turbulent your water is beneath that sweet facade. Robby on the other hand, is absolutely gobsmacked.
His brows scrunch in confusion, he honestly expected more from you.
The plan was to rattle you, so why aren't you rattled?
Jack catches his internal turmoil, his grin only widening as he continues with his rehearsed play, looking down at his watch and apologizing to you, time got the better of them and all that bullshit.
He turns to Al-Hashimi and says goodbye before steering you towards the parking lot, knowing Robby will follow behind him obediently, but not before leaning down to whisper in your earâ
"It was Robby's idea."
Robby's entire world is turned upside down as you push him into the back of Jack's truck.
He has no time to process what's happening as you throw yourself over his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist as your mouth attaches itself to his.
Jack chuckles darkly as he settles into the driver's seat, turning the rearview mirror so he can watch the two of you before he starts the engine.
Robby finally reacts as your desperation processes through his brain.
You're jealous.
Their plan has worked marvelously.
His hands eagerly snap up to grab your body, silently thanking Jack for tinting his windows the second he bought the vehicle.
Robby does little to stop the assault of your mouth on his body.
He relishes it even.
The kiss quickly turns more heated as your tongue demands entrance into his mouth and he gladly obliges.
It's a clash of want and need, of desperation and assertion, of finally, letting go after months of them pushing you, molding you, turning you into this.
He can't help but think back to the first time this happened, how shy you'd been, how you thought you were doing something wrong.
Whoever that person was is no longer as you stake claim to what is now yours.
Your teeth nip at his lower lip, pulling it back in tandem with Robby's unashamed touch. Strong hands slide up your back under your shirt, skillful fingers making quick work of your bra to sneak beneath the cup while the other undoes your pants.
You moan into his mouth as his fingers pinch your nipples.
"Oh honey," Robby coos. "Are you angry we left you waiting?"
You don't answer, you simply glare at him, eyes turned obsidian with lust.
Jack chuckles darkly at the display.
"We didn't mean to, kid," he adds fuel to the fire. "It's justâ she's new, you know? Didn't want to make her feel bad if we just left after our shift."
You turn to stare daggers at him next.
Your mouth opens to retort, to complain, to let your anger be known. It's then that Robby decides to slide his fingers inside your panties.
Your brow instantly scrunches in pleasure, whatever anger swiftly turning into need.
You moan, hips thrusting into Robby's hand.
Snapping your attention back to the chief attending beneath you, your head falls slack over his shoulder, finally getting what you've been after.
"Aw, is this what you needed, honey?" Robby mocks. "Just wanted our attention all to yourself?"
You manage a nod, your own hands sneaking between your bodies to pull Robby's thick erection out of his scrubs.
"That's it, good girl," Robby continues to roll the pads of his fingers over your clit. "Take what you need."
"No," Jack intervenes sharply, causing the two of you to freeze. "Only she gets to cum."
Robby is about to complain, to fight back but then Jack turns to him, trust me written all over his face.
And so Robby does, with his life.
"You heard the man," Robby confirms and you tentatively remove your hands from his crotch, causing a whine to exhale from his already puffy lips.
Your attention gets brought back to them then, the way they're stained a deep mauve from your lipstick, how they're swollen from the intensity of your kisses, how they part slightly as he pants desperately.
You're both drunk on it already, the world around you zoning out as you crash your mouth with his again.
This time you take it slow. There's no need to rush, no need to prove anything. He's here with you, not out there with her.
Robby matches your pace, letting you think you're the one in control, luring you into a false sense of security, lowering your defenses.
His fingers start moving again, playing with your sensitive nub painstakingly slow, matching the movement of your lips.
You groan into his mouth, frustrated and desperate.
You detach your mouth from his then and latch onto the base of his neck, where you know he can't hide beneath his long sleeve and suck.
Robby sucks in his teeth sharply, the pleasure from knowing you're gonna leave a mark making his head dizzy with a new kind of possessiveness he never thought you'd show them.
In retaliation, he leaves your clit, his fingers instead sliding into you without warning.
You hiss into his neck, your body tensing over his, clenching around his thick fingers.
His other hand grips your hip tightly, his grip sure to leave bruises tomorrow.
He moves your body how he wants, forcing you to roll your hips in tandem with his movements.
Emboldened by his ministrations, you move lower, your lips leaving a trail of crimson marks in their wake.
"Mine," you mumble into his skin.
"What was that, honey?"
You sink your teeth into his pec, deep enough that he can hide it, and suck like your life depends on it.
"Fucking shit, what the fuck?" Robby belts, causing Jack to laugh like this is the funniest joke that has ever been told.
"Good fucking girl," Jack praises. "Don't go too deep, don't want to have to keep an eye on a wound tonight."
You hum against Robby's skin, finally letting go and running your tongue over your teeth marks.
The hand at your hip snakes its way around your neck then, pulling you back to face Robby.
You've never seen his eyes this dark. Maybe it's a trick of the light or something because he looks possessed.
"You happy?" he growls. "Everyone's gonna know I'm taken now, 's that what you wanted?"
You smirk brightly, positively high off your newfound confidence.
"Yes."
Robby chuckles darkly, curling his fingers deep inside of you and practically forcing you to cum out of nowhere.
Your entire body tenses, bursting into an explosion of tingles that only intensify as his grip on your throat tightens ever so slightly. You choke back a sob as your body spasms in his embrace.
"That's it, honey, give me everything."
You're unsure when your orgasm lets up but Jack's parking by the time you come back to yourself.
You're slumped over Robby's broad chest as he strokes down your back, your heartbeat finally not thundering in your ears, your breathing finally settling down.
"What can she give you that I can't?" you pant meekly, pushing back tears that you hadn't noticed were gathered.
Jack parks the car, turning to face the two of you. The men share a look then, eyes sparkling with unbridled hunger, lips curling into broad smirks.
"Well honey," Robby starts. "There is one thing..."
The way your eyes widen lets them know everything they need to.
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subby!robby who likes to suck his gf's breast milk until his tummy is full đ„”
UGHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSS!!!! and u know whatâs so funny i literally messaged @shoniebalognie yesterday saying we need more robby breastfeeding kink fics soooooâŠ.u need to get out of my head anon!!
and if i made it mommy kinkâŠâŠ
subby!robby has a breastfeeding kink (f!reader)
wc: 1.8k
warnings/tags: breastfeeding kink, mommy kink, subby!robby, f!reader, talks of pregnancy and pregnancy related stuff, two mentions of their unnamed daughter (heâs a girl dad sue me), handjob, oral (m!), cum swallowing, mentions of readers postpartum body, obvs breast milk drinking.
it had been another one of those days in the ED, one of those ones where everything and anything that can go wrong does go wrong. one of those days where the weight of robbyâs responsibility feels too heavy to bear, where he just wishes for one minute his name wasnât robby, where he wishes he wasnât in charge, where he wishes everyone would just leave him alone.
still, at least he had you to come home to, his beautiful postpartum girlfriend. you were truly the only thing getting him through that shift, the thought that in just a few short hours heâd get to come home to his best girls, get to see you sitting on the couch still so swollen and round from having his baby only a month or so ago.
the sound of the door closing and robbyâs bag dropping to the floor with a heavy dull thud jolts you out of your sleep. you had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to come home, robby told you multiple times that you didnât need to wait up for him, that the bed would be much better for you to sleep in but it just didnât feel the same without him in it.
âlong day?â you ask as robby lets out one of his signature deep sighs. you rub the tired from your eyes and peer over the back of the couch to look at him, he looked exhausted, well and truly burnt out from his terrible day.
robby drags his hands down his face before nodding, âlike you wouldnât believe, howâs she been today?â heâs shuffling over to you now, his feet unable to lift off the floor as he makes his way over. heâs kicking his shoes off before flopping onto the couch beside you, falling into you with his head resting on your full chest.
âaw, my poor baby,â you coo with a frown âmy other babyâs been good, she went down about an hour ago.â you wrap your arms around his head and hold him against you, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head. he shifts to bury himself in your clothed tits. nuzzling his face all in their warmth, taking in your familiar calming scent.
immediately you feel robby soften, his shoulders relax and he becomes almost limp as he breathes you in. his hands come up to toy with the hem of your top, the backs of his fingers grazing the bare skin of your soft tummy underneath. âcan i?â he asks, peering up at you with those big brown eyes that you could never say no to.
âgo ahead, babyâ you smile softly at him and nod. robby leans back and pulls your top over your head. your full, swollen breasts bounce against the swell of your postpartum stomach as theyâre freed from the too tight top you were wearing.
robby takes them in, his pupils blowing wide open as he devours them with his eyes. itâs not hungry though, itâs something much more gentle, more soft than the look he wouldâve given them before you became pregnant. something in robby flipped when you told him you were expecting. before he was ravenous, wanted to be on you all the time, possessive and borderline rough. but now, whenever he saw you all bare like this he just melted into this sweet little puppy who didnât know the meaning of the word rough.
âhave you pumped today?â robby asks, lowering his face so heâs inches away from your hard nipple. he looks up at you and you shake your head, ânot since this morning, had a feeling youâd be having one of those days.â you stroke the side of his face, your nails lightly grazing through his greying beard. he smiles back up at you, a content, lazy smile that has your heart hammering in your chest.
your daughter had stopped taking breast milk a week ago so you had been bottle feeding her formula instead. however, your body was still producing milk and a lot of it at that. but it was fine, robby would never let any of that go to waste.
âthank you, mamaâ he hums before closing the gap, his lips wrapping around your swollen nipple. his tongue darts over it a couple of times before he softly hollows out his cheeks and suckles on your breast. your eyes flutter closed at the same time as his, a satisfied hum reverberating from each of your throats.
robbyâs hand comes up to massage your other breast, gently rolling it in his hand to relieve some of the pressure he knows has been building up all day. the mild taste of your milk hits his tongue and suddenly all his worries and stresses wash away. your hand is still caressing the side of his face, stroking and scratching lightly at his moving cheeks.
âmm, there you go. feelinâ better, baby?â you purr, your breathing becomes steadier as you feel yourself relax, the pressure in your breast slowly coming down. robby hums and nods around your breast, just gently sucking on your nipple, swallowing the steady stream of milk that youâd saved up just for him.
when the stream slows to a drip, robby lets go, releasing your breast from his mouth with a wet pop. he looks up at you, his eyes half-lidded with a lopsided smile on his face before he leans up to kiss you. you can taste yourself on his tongue, itâs dizzying.
âtasteâs so good. so perfect, love you so much, thank you mamaâ his voice is so soft and breathless once he pulls away from the kiss, your eyes are blown wide now, dizzy with desire for him.
âsâokay, baby. mama loves you tooâ you kiss his forehead before he leans down again, this time swirling his tongue around your other breast. you let a soft gasp escape your lips, heats building fast in your stomach, thereâs just something about how gentle and submissive robby can be that got you so worked up.
he latches on again, his tongue working your nipple as he sucks gently. his hands are on your naked waist, just holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him there. you slide your hand down his chest over his scrubs, pawing and grabbing at his soft tummy on your way down to his own waist. your fingers clumsily fiddle with the button of his cargoâs before you finally manage to pop it open and unzip them.
you slip your hand in and pull his soft cock out of his pants, lazily pumping it in your hand as he feeds on you. he becomes hard almost instantly and the way heâs groaning around your nipple now has your eyes rolling back from pleasure. you give his cock a gentle squeeze before quickening your pace.
âmmm, yâlike that baby? like it when mommy gets you off while youâre being so good fâme? making me feel so good, such a good boy fâmommyâ youâre babbling now, completely lost in the moment. robby looks up at you, his deep brown eyes so intoxicating you can help but get lost in them.
âmhmmâ heâs moaning around your nipple, sucking harder, faster, not enough to hurt but enough to make you feel it. which you do, deep in your core.
pre leaks from his flushed tip, dripping down your knuckles as his hips buck up to meet your fist desperately. you canât help the giggle that falls from your lips, âsomeoneâs a little needy today, huh? such a greedy little baby, bet youâre just dying to cum arenât you? that what you want? want mommy to make you cum in her hand?â
robby releases your breast from his mouth and surges up to kiss you, itâs not forceful, just desperate. your free hand comes up to his shoulder, pushing him back down. âgod, you are needy today.â you laugh, a smirk pulling at the corner of your lips.
âs-sorry mommyâ robby whimpers, his hooded eyes dropping to where your hand is wrapped around his throbbing cock, watching intently as you jerk him off. his hips writhe under your hand, you can tell heâs trying so hard not to thrust up, trying to be a good boy for you.
âsâokay baby, i know you canât help it. just a greedy little thing arenât you?â you reach over to kiss his cheek, your hand caressing the side of his face again and he leans into it, nuzzling your palm.
âye-fuckâyeah, just need you so bad, mommy. want to be inside of youâ he whines, his eyes rolling back as he nears closer to his orgasm. his hands fly up to grip your waist, needing to hold onto something, anything to keep him still.
âi know, baby. i know. but the doctor hasnât cleared me yet, donât want to hurt mommy do you?â you coo, throwing out your bottom lip. your recovery had been taking a little longer than expected, much to both of yours dismay.
robby shakes his head feverishly, his bottom lip thrown out just like yours. heâs panting now between small whimpers that 6 months ago he wouldâve been embarrassed about, but not now. how could he be embarrassed to show the woman who gave him everything how good she makes him feel, how much he loves her?
his veins pulse under your hand, you can tell heâs about to cum and so you get onto your knees and bend down to press a wet kiss to his leaking tip. robby groans then, a guttural groan ripped straight from his chest, groans that donât stop coming as you wrap your lips around him and start sucking, hollowing out your cheeks while you bob your head in tandem with your hand.
âfuckâmommy, oh fuck. shitâiâm gonna, oh godââ robby groans wildly now, not bothering to stop his hips from thrusting up into your face as his body shakes. his hand flying up to grab a fistful of your hair as he spills into your hot mouth, filling up your cheeks with his thick release.
you swallow around him, making sure not to waste a single drop, just like he had done with you. after a few more sloppy thrusts into your mouth he stills, collapsing backwards onto the couch, his tummy heaving as he tries to catch his breath. you pull off then and crawl over him, lowering yourself onto his chest as he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight to him.
âth-fuckâthank you, mommyâ he huffs out breathlessly, his hand coming up to stroke the back of your head, patting your head a few times before he lazily presses a kiss to your forehead.
âsâokay baby, i trust youâll pay me back for all of this when iâm clearedâŠâ you giggle and robby returns the laugh, though itâs half-hearted through his exhaustion.
âoh yeahâŠand then someâ
a robby mommy kink fic has been a long time coming. god, idk where this came from, blacked out and there it was oopsie. hope you enjoyed <3333
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â¶ pairing | titus danforth x f!reader
â¶ word count | 1.4k
â¶ warning(s) | đ smut; dirty talk, unspecified/unmentioned age gap, dubious consent, predator/prey dynamics, rough n hard, doggystyle, degradation kink, praise kink, pet names, threats of death, implied captivity, dark, shifting pov, pre-ron2, titus (he's a warning as is)
â¶ summary | Perhaps not a rabbit, he thinks, but a vixen.â¶ notes | i'm a little rusty when it comes to darker fics so uuuuuhhhhhh let's fucking go, ig? âïžlowkey inspired by another fic i wrote for the fallout fandom.
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Oh, precious poor little rabbit.
It ran as far and fast as it could, hid among the weeds and towering pines but Titus will always be ten steps ahead; he trained his whole life to be better, quicker, stronger. Cut his milk teeth on the snap-crackle-crunch of bone beneath his boot, and the wailing of lesser beasts as their blood watered the soil.
Used the forest - so dense and lush - bracketing the outskirts of the Danforth Country Club & Resort as a personal colosseum, honing killer instincts dagger sharp. Once a brute boy with a harsh mouth and cruel fingers, now a bible black tyrant with a heavy swing and even harder hit.
If only you'd learned there was no out-smarting a fox once it caught the scent of its prey. In fact, you never stood a chance - the game rigged from the start.
"Come out, come out wherever you are," he sing-songs among the ancient wood, dried twigs popping beneath the weight of his steps as he circles the hollowed out trunk you've stuffed yourself inside. "Let's have some fun."
A faint hitch of breath.
The tremble of leaves.
He smirks, an open gash; teeth aching and tongue hungry.
"Is that a little rabbit I spy?" he asks.
You bolt up in a scramble of limbs, your figure a blur of color as you dart to the left. He tsks.
"This is almost too easy, bunny. Don't you know you'll have to run faster than that if you want to get away from me?"
But oh, he can't wait to swallow you whole - bones and all.
When he was a young boy, Father raised foxhounds before they became too troublesome to up-keep.
Sleek, athletic; another weapon utilized in the hunt for generations before Titus was born. While they were an exceptional asset, they required a firm hand to tame - and an even steadier one to control.
Shoved to the ground with your pants around your thighs, ass up and blood oozing from the weeping scrapes on your cheeks, you remind him of the wily beasts. Bucking and snarling beneath the collar of his palm even as his hips rut into the softness of your backside.
Perhaps not a rabbit, he thinks, but a vixen.
"What did I say?" His lips tease the shell of your ear, his voice a low, insidious murmur. "You've got to run faster than that."
You snap your jaws at the side of his head, teeth missing their mark. Tear tracks cut through the dirt clinging to your face, and the scent of moist soil and rot clog your nose. His cock twitches, sheathed in liquid silk.
"Fuck you!"
"Isn't that what I'm already doing, sweetheart?" he coos mockingly. "Or are you too stupid to tell the difference?"
Then Titus grinds your face into the detritus of the forest floor with an unwavering grip around the back of your skull, your hair tickling his palm. Fuck, his hand's so large it nearly encompasses your head, and isn't that a sight for sore eyes?
Seated deep inside you, his shaft pulses.
Your pretty little pussy stretches so wide around his girth the muscles flutter weakly, trying and failing to push him out. Every inch of you is filled to the brim with cock - and then some, several inches of shaft still to go.
"Look at you," he says, tracking the stroke of his free thumb along your entrance in awe. Can't help himself as he pets over where the delicate folds grip onto him like a vice. "Does it hurt?"
He hopes it does, having you at his mercy and forced to take what he gives headier than any drug Viraj peddles. Tiny, miserable sniffles escape as he bullies his way into your body with unrelenting lunges, your walls eventually submitting with a twinge and a sticky squelch of slick.
He slides to the hilt, smooth.
"S'too much, I can't -" a hiccupping whine interrupts you. "Pull out."
Trying to scramble forward off of him is futile, anchored beneath him as you are, but you refuse to give up. Brambles snag on the soft skin of your hands, shallow wells of red opening in the valleys of your palms, and a stray rock cuts into your already shredded cheek.
You've never looked prettier to him than you do in this moment; begging, and desperate for deliverance.
"P-Please."
Your knees spread and your back dips, attempting to slide him out of your throbbing cunt to no avail. If anything, the new angle forces him deeper as you claw at the ground for purchase, your nail beds aching.
"Hm?"
"Please, slow down - hhahh..."
He is a cruel, unfeeling god who offers no drops of mercy. Carving his way through your body as the fat head of his cock scrapes against your cervix. "You can take it."
"No, no, no!"
Fissions of pain racket up your spine, split past your limits as Titus continues to abuse your pussy. Gummy walls rebel, swollen and rubbed raw from the constant friction.
"Fuck, you feel good."
Unlike anything he's ever experienced. Soft and wet and warm. Perfect.
He groans, slides a hand down your trembling flank to hook a paw over your hip. Bones grind as he yanks you back into every punishing thrust. Everything aches - your body a blooming, tender bruise - and sweat dapples your brow, sticks the fine baby hairs to the back of your neck.
"That's it, good girl," he says.
He's the furthest thing from a gentle lover, and yet your clit pulses, neglected and needy. Your pussy squelching obscenely in the dwindling twilight of the forest as slick soaks into the sun warmed earth beneath you.
Meanwhile, the bristling aggression roosted beneath his ribs abates as he loses himself in the soft, silken embrace of you.
"No more," you beg, the first of many tears squeezing past your clenched eyelids. Your breath rattles wet and sticky in your lungs. "C-Can't cum like this - don't wanna cum like this, please."
"Why, worried about what all your dead friends would think?"
You moan in despair, eyes rolling in their sockets. He picked them off one by one until only you remained: his final girl.
Moist breath puffs along the side of your cheek when his chin hooks over your shoulder. Rough lips skate up the slope of your cheek, a faint wetness laving at the delicate flesh of your under-eye as Titus licks up your tears.
Salt burts across his tastebuds, his teeth aching with the desire to rend. A grunt punches its way out of his chest, the squeeze of his fingers tighter than before. "Fuck," he laughs, "I think it's your lucky day, bunny. 'm not gonna kill you - not yet."
This is the most fun he's had in years; a pretty thing like you wrapped nice and snug around his cock, milking him for all he's worth. He's never been allowed to play like these games - always stopped by Father - by Ursula.
But they don't need to know, do they?
You'll be his dirty little secret - locked up for safe keeping.
After all, it can't be too different from minding the foxhound bitches Father reared.
Bitch - his bitch.
A spark of black crackled down his spine. Yeah, he likes the sound of that. And you will too. Maybe. Eventually. Does it really matter what you think?
(It's okay, he'll train you.)
"Gonna..." your head sags, forehead pressed to the dirt in prayer as your thighs begin to shake, clit pulsing in time with your heartbeat. You plead one last time for clemency, lips trembling, "Please."
Emboldened, Titus renews his efforts, wringing every last bit of pleasure out of you. And when he finally pumps you full, you're dumb and dripping. Limb limbed like a marionette with cut strings. Sitting back on his heels, he watches as his cum gushes out of you in a sticky rush, drips down your folds and wets the backs of your thighs.
"We'll work on your manners," he decides, thumb circling your oversensitive clit. Ursula's good for one thing - she did teach him some etiquette after all. "Can't have you misbehaving, can we?"
If you're going to be his pet, you need to act right. As is fitting, and expected, of a Danforth retainer. But then you jolt away with a low hiss, the pressure too much too soon. Aggression boils, roosting beneath his ribs.
Just when he thought you'd be greatful...
He clicks his tongue and digs into the bundle of nerves, feels the hard nub twitch beneath the pad of his finger. Only stops when you beg forgiveness.
"'m sorry, I - I won't mis-misbehave," you sob.
"Now you're getting it." He gathers his spend, fucks it back into you with shallow thrusts of his fingers. "You're a little slow, aren't you? That's okay, I don't need you to think."