hi angel im so obsessed with ur Dennis fics your writing is so SOO good omg 😭😭😭💕💕 I was wondering if you’d ever write smut for him?? Maybe smth passionate and raw and lowk rough but just a suggestion, I’ll love anything you write 💋
under the stars
Husband!Dennis x Wife!Reader
★summary★ alone in the woods together is a great excuse to get into trouble
★notes★ smut, fluff—Dennis is a little controlling and rough in bed because Yeah I Wanted that so. Deal.
⚠️ warnings⚠️ mdni!, submission, fingering, no proof read
Despite your lack of personal enthusiasm for outdoors, Dennis had been begging to go camping for the past three months—which didn’t even count his constant subliminal messages for the entire year before—stories and photos of his childhood camping trips, talks of local sites, even taking you with him to a sporting goods store under the guise of ‘just looking.’
You knew better, especially when you saw the little glimmer he had in his eye when he finally asked you to go—or the fact he was literally jumping up and down before attacking you with kisses.
He’s even happier as he shows off the tent he’s pitched for you both with a sleeping bag for two.
“Pretty nice and cozy, right?” Dennis asks, his grin wide and bright—he almost lit up the whole campsite with his expression, much more than the fire he had already going.
You smile, looking down at the sleeping bag, arms crossed over your chest,
“I’ll be honest, this is a little more nature than I expected—but I don’t mind if we get to be that cuddled up.” You joke, Dennis smirking,
“I mean, you act like you don’t borderline sleep on top of me already.” He teases right back, pulling you in for a kiss while you blush. You shake your head and shrug,
“Not my fault, you’re the one with wandering hands still.” You retort, his palms already moving to grip your hips as if to prove your point subconsciously.
Dennis laughed against your lips—soft, warm, the kind of laugh that only ever came out around you—and then he kissed you again, slower this time. His hands slid up your sides under your hoodie, thumbs brushing over skin like he had memorized every curve. The fire crackled nearby, casting flickering gold light across his face—his smile still there even as he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead on yours.
“You’re cold,” he murmured suddenly—concern cutting through the playful mood—and immediately tugged off his own jacket to wrap around you without waiting for an answer.
You snuggle into the jacket, rolling your eyes—though it’s clear it’s playful, especially with your grin,
“Well… we’re all alone out here…” you start, stepping closer,
“I can think of a few ways to warm up. Maybe try that new sleeping bag out.” You practically purr, walking your fingers up his chest before cupping his face.
Dennis’ breath hitched and his pale cheeks flushed pink under the firelight, just like they always did when you got flirty.
For a guy who could stay composed during emergencies—stitching up gushing wounds or stabilizing crashing patients without blinking—he turned into a stammering mess whenever you kissed him first.
But he didn’t hesitate now.
He captured your lips again, deeper this time, one hand sliding into your hair while the other pressed firmly against your lower back to pull you flush against him. The kiss was warm and eager, full of that quiet intensity only Dennis had.
Then he broke away just long enough to whisper,
“Yeah… sleeping bag sounds perfect.”
Before you’re able to even reply, Dennis scoops you into his arms, carrying you into the tent while you giggle.
He zips it shut behind himself while you strip off your jackets,
“Since we’re out here on our own…” you start, still undressing,
“Maybe you could uh… be a little rough? Try some new stuff?” You ask, your cheeks flushing from embarrassment—despite the fact it’s your husband.
You sit with your legs folded underneath yourself, left in only bra and underwear—of course your skin is raised from the chill outside.
Dennis froze for half a second—just long enough to show he heard you, really heard you—and then his eyes darkened in that rare way they only did when he was equal parts turned on and nervous.
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing,
“Rough?” His voice came out lower than usual. Careful. Testing the word like it was foreign—because honestly? He wasn’t exactly the type to go all primal without prompting. Always gentle with your hands, always kissed bruises better after even mild playfulness.
But… if you were asking?
Slowly—so slowly—he crawled toward you on his knees across the sleeping bag until there were inches between your bodies. Then both hands framed your face as he leaned down and kissed you again, firm this time, insistent… little less soft, rather something hungrier underneath all that sweetness.
His lips moved to your jaw… then neck… before pausing just above your collarbone—to wait for permission again.
You nod, a small sigh escaping your lips,
“Keep going… I don’t mind… I want it.” You breathe out, your hearts pounding in sync as heat builds between you both. His hands move to grab your hips, pulling you into his lap without hesitation now.
His hands wander, fingers slipping underneath the waistband of your panties—which earns a frantic nod from you.
Dennis chuckles in reply, raising a brow,
“Are you needy?” He whispers in your ear while you pout,
“Obviously, please, Dennis?” You start to whine, spreading your thighs on instinct.
“Needy and impatient,” he murmured into your ear before gently nipping at your lob and then trailing kisses down to where the strap of your bra met skin.
Dennis bit his lip, that little smirk playing at the corner of his mouth again, but this time it was different. Confident. Playful in a way that only came out when you were both like this: tangled up, breathless, wanting.
His fingers hooked properly under the fabric now and slowly slid those panties off one leg while keeping you balanced on his lap with steady hands. Every movement was careful—measured—but there was an edge beneath it now: purposefulness instead of hesitation.
Then he kissed down from shoulder to chest… paused just above where lace met skin… looked up at you through blond lashes for one quiet second…
And asked silently with his eyes: Can I?
All you can do is whimper, your eyes slowly closing,
“More… we both need it,” you melt into him, feeling the press of his length against your bare folds. He takes off your bra, leaving you entirely nude in his grasp.
His hands trail down your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He finally presses the pads of his fingers against your slick folds.
Dennis exhaled sharply through his nose, the contact wrecked him—and for a heartbeat, he just stayed there. Fingers lightly pressed against your heat, skin warm and trembling slightly from restraint.
He’d touched you like this before—gentle circles, slow exploration—but never with this quiet intensity. Never with the kind of hunger that made his pulse hammer in his throat.
Then he slid one finger along your slit slowly… testing… teasing… before dipping it lower to gather moisture and then pressing gently at your entrance.
His breath hitched again when you arched into him—silently begging without words—and something primal flickered behind those usually soft blue eyes.
Without breaking eye contact, something rare for shy Dennis, he pushed that single finger inside.
He immediately adds a second when he feels you loosen, a moan escaping you.
“Let me tease you… I want to take my time.” Dennis whispers in your ear while you nod, fully submitting to his touch,
“Anything for you…” is all you can manage while he chuckles.
He curls his fingers up inside of you, brushing against your g-spot with purpose.
The sound you made—soft and broken—sent a jolt straight down his spine.
Dennis loved taking care of people. Loved it. But this? This was different. This wasn’t medicine or duty—this was you, trusting him with your body, melting for him like no one else ever could.
He curled his fingers again deliberately, watching your face as he did—the way your lips parted slightly, how your eyelashes fluttered shut before he added just the faintest bit of pressure on that sweet spot inside you.
A slow smile tugged at his mouth again—not smug or cocky, but proud in the quietest way.
His thumb joined next, rubbing gentle circles over your clit while keeping those two fingers moving deep and steady inside you—a rhythm meant to build heat without rushing… exactly what he promised. And god help him if he wasn’t loving every second of it too.
Your breath came in shallow gasps, each one syncing with the rhythm of his fingers—slow, maddeningly perfect. You squirmed slightly in his lap, hips twitching with every curl of those skilled fingers… and honestly? It was unfair how good he’d gotten at this over three years.
When your thighs trembled around him and your hands fisted weakly into the fabric of his shirt above you… something possessive flickered across his face.
Without warning, he leaned down and kissed you hard, messy lips meeting yours as two fingers stayed buried deep inside while thumb kept up its torturous little dance outside. It was worship disguised as control.
“I need you. Now.” You pant out, almost demanding—which immediately causes him to chuckle.
“Do you call the shots now? So cute.” He teases, slowing the speed of his fingers,
“Do you want me to ruin you? Yeah?” He mockingly asks while you nod, pouting,
“Please, I need to have you. Take me.” You reply through the pleasure, though it’s all starting to haze.
Dennis’ chest tightened at your words and for a second, the teasing glint in his eyes flickered into something hotter. Raw.
He loved that you were begging because seeing you like this, undone and desperate just for him, made his heart swell and stomach flip all at once.
Without another word, he finally pulled his fingers free—making sure to press them against your lips so you could taste yourself—and then quickly yanked off his own shirt before leaning back down.
This time, when your mouths met again, there was no hesitation, just hungry kissing as one hand fumbled with the button of his jeans while the other cradled your face like always—the gentle Dennis never fully gone even now.
But beneath it? A man who really did want to ruin you completely.
He finally slides his length in you fully, putting his hands onto your hips. He grips tightly, setting a pace while he groans,
“It’s like you feel better every time…” he says into your skin, which is now dotting with beads of sweat.
“Harder…” you whine, Dennis chuckling,
“A little demanding, no?” He replies, simply thrusting to the hilt while your head rolls back.
“Y-Yeah…” you stutter, his thumb trailing back to rub your clit.
The way you clenched around him said everything—tight, warm, perfect. And that little whine? It unraveled something in him.
Dennis obeyed still—shifting his grip on your hips and driving into you harder now. Deep thrusts that made the sleeping bag creak beneath them, each one hitting just right as his thumb circled faster over your clit in time with it all.
He leaned down again—breath hot against your neck—and started biting gently at that sensitive spot where shoulder met collarbone… soft nips followed by kisses meant to mark but not hurt… claiming without cruelty…
And when a quiet moan slipped from between his lips this time—you knew exactly what it meant.
The rhythm became relentless—steady, deep, perfect… each thrust syncing with the pulse of your joined bodies. Sweat glistened on Dennis’ forehead and shoulders, his usually neat blonde hair now messy from running hands through it earlier.
He was breathing hard—shallow little puffs against your skin—but he didn’t slow. Couldn’t.
And when you arched up suddenly with a choked gasp, a telltale sign you were close, he zeroed in instantly—thumb pressing harder on that sensitive bundle while his hips snapped forward with just a little more force behind them.
“That’s it…” he murmured raggedly into your ear between kisses along your jawline.
“Come for me.”
No teasing left now—not even room for jokes or smirks anymore as pleasure took over completely and all they could do was chase each other toward the edge together.
Dennis starts to finish inside of you while you clench around him in desperation.
The second your walls tightened around him… Dennis lost it.
A broken, quiet gasp escaped him and his entire body tensed. His hips stuttered once… twice… then locked as he spilled inside you with a shudder that ran from head to toe.
For a few heartbeats, there was nothing but breathless silence between you, just the sound of their shared panting in the dim tent lit by faint moonlight seeping through fabric. Dennis stayed buried deep inside you, forehead resting against yours as waves of pleasure pulsed through him.
He didn’t pull away right away—not like usual where he’d immediately worry about weight or comfort—but instead kept holding onto your hips gently and kissed you softly. Lazy little pecks on lips still warm from moaning.
And then? He whispered something stupidly sweet, of course dazed,
“I love being close to you.”
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sorry I went MIA ITS… been a lot. i hope u will all Forgive me. pleas don’t Hate me….. PLEASE!!!!!!!! i will cook soon. i PROMISE. i hope this Saisates You.