American Teenager ΰΌ*Β·Λ
summary: After you and Dennis have been dating for a bit, you talk about moving in together.
tags: smut, fluff, kissing, cream pie, breeding kink?, sub Dennis
A/N: oh my god I haven't written in so long (since November I think??) so this is lowkey bad I wrote it so fast an no proof read but I will write more of him (and like better stuff trust) I had no plan for this I just kinda wrote it but I'm making more soon yayyy
You and Dennis had been dating for around 3 months now. Even though you have been dating this long and he's gained more confidence since becoming a doctor, showing in your relationship; He's still always so nervous around you, getting flustered really easily. You're in your apartment when you hear the door knob rattle, knowing Dennis is here. He comes through the door, placing his backpack on the ground and closing the door. A small nervous small plays on his lips as he takes off his jacket.
"Hey..." he says, smiling softly.
"How was your shift?" you ask as you plate the food you made for the both of you. He watches you move around the kitchen, trying not to stare too much.
"It was good, actually. A little busy but nothing really out of the ordinary," he said as he moved to sit down.
"I'm glad," you said, smiling as you slid him his plate as you leaned on the island across from where he sat. He catches his breath slightly as you smile, a soft flush creeping up his neck as he looks down at the food you made.
"You...you didn't have to cook, you know." He stirs his fork in his meal shy, peering up at you. "Thank you."
"I know, I wanted too. You always have your long shifts and work so hard, it's just something I want to do for you," you explain, smiling as you eat your own food. Dennis fidgets with his fork, his face turning a light shade of pink as he looks down at his plate. That same warmth spreads through his chest-- it's always like this whenever you do nice things for him.
"I'm not really--" he stops himself briefly, a smile on his lips as he eats. "You always do this for me or say these nice things. I still don't know what to do with myself."
"I mean, they're all true," you say. His smile widens slightly as he chews his food.
"I, uh, I got paid today," he says as you both eat.
"Really? That's good," you say honestly. "Does it feel different being a doctor? Like for real?"
"I--yeah. It's the same but not I guess, I don't know." he pauses. "I wanted to talk to you about something," he says, eyes darting between you and his plate.
"I...I've been thinking, a lot, about us." His eyes meet yours, vulnerable almost.
"Mhmm," you say, probing him to say what he wants to say. He swallows hard, this is the part where he's supposed to be confident, I mean he's been so much better lately, he can't help but think if he can save lives and be a doctor why can't he ask you a stupid question?
"I think--I want to...I think we should, I don't know, move in together?" The words come out in a rush, and he immediately looks terrified when you don't reply right away.
"You wanna move in with me?" you say smiling. Dennis nods eagerly, his eyes wide and hopeful.
"Yes, if you--only if you want to, of course. I mean only if you're comfortable with it. No pressure." He stirs on, nervous.
"Hey," you start, reassuring him. "Of course I want to live with you," you say as you walk around the island to where he's sitting and hug him from behind where he sits in his chair, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I mean, you practically live here anyway." He continues eating with a smile on his face, melting into your embrace. This is what he wants. This is where he wants to be, being with you like this all the time. He leans back slightly, leaning into you.
"I love you," he says softly after swallowing his bite. Your heart beats faster in your chest--that's the first time either of you have said that.
"What?" you say, startled, not in a bad way. Dennis's face turns bright red as he realizes he just said that out loud. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder, his eyes wide and nervous.
"I--uh, I mean, you don't have to say it back obviously. I don't know why I said that-"
"No, no, no, Dennis." You say, cutting him off as you spin his chair around so he's facing you. "Say it again. Please?" His heart is racing so fast he thinks it might beat right out of his chest.
"I...I love you," he says, almost whispering it this time. You smile as you look at him, standing between his legs, hands on his shoulders.
"I love you, too." A soft smile spreads across his face. He reaches up, cupping your cheeks as he pulls you down for a gentle kiss.
"Finish your food," you say giggling as you break the kiss to clear your plate; both of you smiling ridiculously. He lets out a relieved laugh as he continues eating.
"So...when do you want me to move in?" he mumbles between bites, watching you from where he sits.
"I mean whenever you want. I don't live that far from you and Trin as is so I could help you move your stuff if you needed too. But only whenever it's convenient for you, I know you are both busy with work." He nods, swallowing as he gets up and brings his plate over to where you are, rinsing it off.
"I could probably get my stuff packed up this weekend," he explains.
"I can help, I'm not busy." He puts his plate down in the sink after it's done, flipping around leaning against the sink to face you.
"Are you sure you're okay for me to move in?"
"Yes, I want you to." You grab his hands and pull him towards you. "I like having you wake up next to me." Dennis lets out a soft sigh, leaning into your touch. His hands move to your waist, pulling you closer.
"Well, soon I'll be here every morning, and every night, too."
"Good," you say as you wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses the top of your head as you look up at him slightly.
"I love you so much," he whispers again softly.
"Love you too, Dennis," you say leaning into him as he wraps his arms around you. "Why don't you shower," you say, noticing he's still in his scrubs. He nods, pulling back slightly to look at you with a soft smile. He kisses your forehead again gently before heading to the bathroom.
"I'm already in my pajamas and will be in bed when you're done," you say smiling, knowing what he was gonna say. He lets out a shaky laugh before going into the bathroom.
"Feel better?" you ask, as he walks out of the bathroom moving to put on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt.
"Mhm," he says as he climbs into bed next to you, immediately pulling you into his side. He kisses the top of your head gently. "You're still sure you're okay--"
"Yes, Denny." You reassure.
"Okay...good. I just love you so much, you know that right? Like...really love you. A lot." he admits softly, his arms tightening around you. "Gonna wanna be with you all the time now."
"You're always so needy," you tease.
"I just like being with you," he says softly.
"Well, I like you needy." You smile. "Well, at least now we don't have to worry about bothering Trin when I come over."
"When she complains that we...we're too loud," you admit shyly. You can't see it but you can feel his face burn up. He buries his face in your neck, his voice muffled against your skin.
"We're not that bad, I mean her and Garcia..." you flip around to face him.
"It's not my fault you make me feel so good," you tease. His face goes pink, eyes moving between your eyes and lips before he kisses you, hands sliding up under your shirt.
"Can't help it," he whispers against your lips and he continues to kiss you.
"Yeah?" You tease as you move to nibble on his neck. Dennis lets out a shaky moan, his eyes fluttering closed as you kiss his neck. His hands tighten around you, pulling you closer.
"God--" he says shakily. Dennis tilts his head back, giving you better access, his fingers threading through your hair. "Mm...fuck, you're gonna leave a mark," he says breathlessly.
"Can't help it," you say as you mark his neck. He lets out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly at the soft sounds you make as you kiss his neck.
"Fuck...baby, please..." He begs softly.
"Please, what?" He swallows hard, you feel it against your lips.
"Please, don't...keep going." His body is already responding, his legs spreading slightly without even realizing it.
"Need you, Dennis," you say as you roll him over on top of you, him letting out a strangled groan. He rolls his hips into yours through the fabric of his pants, burying his face in your neck, moaning.
"Fuck, need you too...god..."
"Dennis--" You softly moan out as he continues to grind down into you slowly, your hips rolling to meet his.
"Yes, please, touch me...please anything..." You reach down to pull at the hem of his shirt, pushing it over his head.
"Denny..." He whimpers at your voice once his shirt is removed, pawing at yours to get it off quickly.
"Please...need to be inside you...want it to bad." His hips stutter against yours, hands gripping you like he's afraid you'll make him stop. "Tell me I can..." His voice cracks, needy and desperate.
"Need you, Dennis," you say quickly as he practically sobs in relief at your permission, fumbling with your sleep shorts and underwear, yanking them down your legs before throwing them off the bed. His pajama pants follow immediately after. He doesn't even take the time to grab a condom, he just spits in his palm and stroked himself, once, twice, coating his cock with saliva before moving between your legs.
"Gotta prep me a bit, baby," you say as you grab one of his hands to suck on his finger before moving them down to where you need them most. His eyes practically roll back as you suck on his fingers, coating them in your saliva. He groans when his hand reaches your pussy, pushing two fingers inside, adding a third finger when your moans grow and you spread your legs wider. "So good, Denny..." His mouth hangs open a bit as he watches his fingers disappear inside you, the sound of your moans making his dick throb and leak even more. He bites his lip as he slowly curls his fingers inside you.
"Fuck me now, please, please need it..." With that, he quickly pulls his fingers out, sucking on them briefly to taste you before positioning himself between your legs. He pushes inside slowly, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he bottoms out, buried to the hilt inside you.
"Holy fuck...so fucking good..." Dennis starts moving, deep, slow thrusts that make the bed creak slightly beneath you both. His forehead drops to your shoulder, breath hot and ragged against your neck as he whimpers into your skin. "All mine...this is all m-mine..." His hips stutter, picking up more pace, hitting that spot inside you that makes you arch into him.
"God, yes, all y-yours," you manage out. He groans like a prayer, his thrusts turning desperate and needy as he fucks deeper into you, one hand tangled in your hair, pulling your face into his so he can kiss you, sloppily and breathlessly.
"Say it again...please, baby, say it again."
"All y-yours, Dennis...only you," you say between moans. Dennis whimpers against your mouth, the words going straight to his cock.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby... christ, so fucking sweet...so pretty... all mine..." He chokes on a sob of pleasure, his thrusts becoming more erratic and uneven as he feels his cock swell inside you with every thrust of his hips. "Feels--feels so good...you feel so good, baby." He buries his bace in your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point as he doesn't stop.
"Denny I'm close..." You moan out.
"Inside, please...please," you practically beg. Dennis whines, low and desperate, his hips snapping into you.
"Yeah? You want that...? Want me to-" His words dissolve into a broken moan as he feels himself getting close, his grip on your hip bruising. "Gonna...gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna bury it deep..."
"God, fuck, Dennis--" You whine out as you cum on his cock, squeezing down on him. He's shaking now, his thrusts becoming short and sharp.
"Look at me...pleasepleaseplease need to see you when I...I.." He's rambling as he chases his orgasm as you look at him, locking eyes.
"Come on, baby, cum inside me Denny, need it..." A broken cry escapes him as his control shatters completely. He slams into you one last time, burying himself;f to the hilt as he empties himself deep inside you with a sob of relief. His hips stutter, grinding out every last pulse as he fills you, his face buried in your neck now, whispering against your skin.
"All mine...all fucking mine..." Dennis collapses on top of you, his head buried into your shoulder as you rub his back gently and run your hands through his hair. He stays buried inside you, his softening cock still twitching occasionally as he catches his breath. His face is still hidden in your neck, his hands gripping your hips like he's afraid to let go. After a moment, he starts to pepper soft kisses along your collarbone, his voice muffled against your skin. "Love you so much."