Request: I love what misery you’re putting Dennis through in your writing! I know this is not one of your main ships, but i think reading your take on Brendon „The Shark” Park x Dennis Whitaker where Brendon is as mean as they get but still a pleaser would make me ascend. Humbly asking, since i’m already reading whatever you write straight up drooling ngl
No anon we die like men 🫡
For you dear, tears-of-acid-and-sluts, who so kindly and humbly asked!
My first time writing for Brendon and this ship so I really had to build the fantasy with a first meeting/coming together. Let me know if y’all want a part 2 of what happens at Park’s house!
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Dennis goes to a gay BDSM club for the first time. He’s standing on the edges of the room trying to play it cool. He can hear whipping and moaning coming from one of the private rooms. He gets a snack and a water bottle, sits in the main room, and tries to look like he’s been there before while also nervously watching everything going on around him. He’s kicking himself mentally for coming alone, but he didn’t exactly have options. The whipping is getting louder and every time there’s a crack it’s followed by an equally loud moan.
The sound of the whipping stops and he’s about to get up, maybe check out the patio and see if he can bum a cigarette off of someone, or maybe he’ll just leave, but coming out of the room where the whipping sounds were coming from is none other than Park the Shark. He’s dressed more casual than a lot of the people there, just in black jeans, a fitted black t-shirt, black combat boots, and carries with him a black duffle bag.
Dennis is frozen to his seat. He has no fucking clue what the protocol is for seeing someone you barely know from work at a play party. Park sees him immediately, walks over, and sets the duffle bag down basically at Dennis’ feet. Park crosses his arms in front of him and asks “you here with anyone?” Dennis is gobsmacked. Of course, him and Park have interacted, and of course he thought Park was hot, but this feels a little too serendipitous.
“No. I was actually just about to go outside to smoke.”
“Let’s go then.” Park starts walking in the direction of the patio without checking to see if Whitaker is following. Dennis scrambles up from his chair and follows him immediately.
“What are you smoking tonight?” Park asks once they reach the small outdoor space that’s really a glorified alley with a privacy screen.
“I was going to ask around for a cigarette.”
Park scoffs. “Didn’t even bring your own pack?”
Dennis’ face flushes. “It’s a conversation starter.”
“Who told you that? A lesbian?” It was. Dennis asked Trinity for pointers on how to approach people at bars.
Park reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a sleek silver cigarette case. He pulls only one out and lights it for himself. He takes a few hits as Dennis silently watches, and then holds the cigarette out for Dennis. Dennis reaches for it with his hand and Park pulls away and shakes his head. He holds out the cigarette again and Dennis leans forward and puts his lips on the filter while Park still holds it. His lips press against Park’s fingers as he inhales, and he flits his eyes up to make eye contact with him through his thick lashes before pulling away and exhaling a cloud of smoke.
“On your knees.” No other conversation, no negotiation, just the command, and Dennis immediately complies. He’s on his knees on the dirty concrete looking up at Park who blows cigarette smoke in his face.
“Where am I going to put this out?” Park holds up the cigarette. Dennis’ mind scrambles. This was not how he envisioned his night going. Best case scenario he would’ve talked to a couple people, maybe got someone’s number and then headed home to Trinity to watch Love Island or whatever tv show she’s currently obsessed with.
Dennis pushes up the sleeve of his left arm and holds it up for Park. Park’s face splits into a deliciously wicked grin. He reaches down and holds Dennis’ chin. He squeezes into Dennis’ jaw hard, and Dennis opens his mouth still obeying even when no command is spoken. Park spits into Dennis’ mouth and then immediately puts the cigarette out on Dennis’ tongue dripping with his saliva. Dennis stays perfectly still until the cigarette is pulled away, and then swallows tasting the tobacco ash.
“Good boy... You’re going to be a lot of fun. Aren’t you?”
Dennis nods helplessly praying that whatever comes next involves the both of them getting naked and him getting the shit beat out of him.
Dennis moves to stand and Park says, “stay.” He takes his boot and presses down on top of Dennis’ thigh forcing him to keep his leg folded underneath him.
“Okay, pup, so you’re eager and obedient, what else?” Park looks at Dennis waiting for him to speak.
“I-I’ve been told I give really good head.”
“I’m clean. I’ll take it raw.”
“What do mean what else?” Dennis practically squeaks.
“You don’t think I can’t find someone else in there who likes bareback and giving head?”
“Okay. Go be with him then.” Dennis looks at Park and scoffs a little. Part of him wants to push the bounds and the other part of him is genuinely annoyed. He was on his knees for Park if it wasn’t already obvious he was willing to do just about anything for him in that moment he was denser than Dennis thought.
Park looks down at Dennis and digs his boot into his thigh just a little more. Dennis winces a little but doesn’t move.
“You’re a brat,” Park states simply.
“You don’t have to know. I’m telling you.”
Park lifts his boot off Dennis’ leg. “Get up.”
Dennis stands and Park wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him against him. Park kisses him messily hoping he can catch traces of his own saliva and cigarette ash in Dennis’ mouth, and Dennis can feel how hard Park is through his jeans. When Park pulls away he asks, “do you want to come home with me or stay here? I’d hate to ruin any plans you had for the rest of the night.”
Dennis leans in and kisses Park, taking the lead on the kiss this time. When he pulls apart he bites his lip in contemplation and scans Park’s face.
Park seeing the hesitation says, “I’ll take care of you.”
Dennis just nods, and Park holds his hand as he leads him back to his duffle bag and then out of the venue towards his car.
