Dawn
Synopsis ⟡˖ It’s 5.30 am and Dennis is waking up to go to work, leaving you alone for the rest of the day. He leaves you with a little parting gift.
Warnings ⟡˖ somno if u squint, p in v no condom, creampie, soft dom Dennis (can’t convince me he’s anything else), multiple orgasms, squirting. Dennis says yeah a lot. Very condescending but still lowk soft.
AN⟡˖ love this man to pieces he looks like he’d yearn until the end of the earth. Established that reader and Dennis have their own apartment and he does not live with Trinity ;)
You hear Dennis’s alarm somewhere in the bedroom. It’s far away, almost translucent in your mind as your eyelids flutter, half awake. The bed shifts next to you, the alarm ceasing as an arm wraps over your midriff and a chaste kiss is placed on your shoulder blade.
“Love you,” Dennis whispers, squeezing your waist as he makes to pull away, to get ready for his shift in the Pitt. Instinctively, you push backwards towards him, whining as you pull his hand up to your chest, preventing him from leaving.
His deep sigh and the feeling of his cock pressing between your ass cheeks rouses you a little more. You smile, eyelashes fluttering as you inch further back. “Darling, I-” he begins, but stops himself as your hips roll backward again. You know he sets his alarm early so he can have a coffee before he goes in, so you’ve got time.
Dennis tuts. His hips push forward, into you, hand tracing down to rest atop your sleeping shorts. “You’re so naughty sometimes. I’m going to be late.” His fingers slide down, pushing down your shorts, hesitating just above where you want him.
He delivers a particularly hard push against your back, cock sliding through your ass cheeks despite the layers of fabric separating you. “Denny,” you mumble, fingers grasping for his arm. He tuts, again, finally reaching down over your panties to feel the slick collecting there.
“Gonna let me take care of you?” He asks, lightly circling the arousal in your panties on your clit, barely there. You nod, spreading your legs further and pushing your head into the pillow. His hips are moving a steady pace against you now, and you know if your were to open your eyes you’d see his face, sleepy, but plastered with that stupid grin of his when he knows he’s got you.
“Hmmm? What’s that? I can’t hear you sweetheart.” His hand stops. You whine, pushing back into him. “Words, sweetheart. If you’re too tired I’ll just go sort myself out.” You know he’s not lying. There have been times before where he had indeed done so, and you’ve hated him for it. Until he came home after work and gave you what you’d missed.
“Please Denny, please touch me.” You whimper, hand reaching back to pull through his curls. He’d recently made the decision to cut his hair into a mullet and by god, it had made you feral. You can almost hear his smirk as he pushes your panties to the side, taking one long swipe through your folds and collecting your arousal to swipe your clit. He moves around you, kneeling inbetween your legs so he can get the full view of you falling apart on his fingers, like the cocky bastard he is.
“Look at you. So wet for me and you’ve only just woke up.” He tuts again, pushing two fingers into your weeping hole and pulling you closer to his front. He presses a kiss your shoulder before pulling you onto your back, eyes meeting your own as you crack them open.
It’s infuriating to you how well and easy he can get you close to cumming. You’re not completely sure if it’s because he’s studied the female anatomy for his job or because he knows you like his favourite book- but either way, he knows he’s got you when his thumb circles your clit and your hips are lifting off the bed.
“Wish I could have a taste of this sweet pussy. It’s gushing for me.” He lets his eyes drop between the two of you, watching his fingers disappear into you, before trailing them back up to meet your own. His smirk, which you’re sure hasn’t left his face, grows as you grasp his bicep, gasping his name.
“Come for me. Show me you’re a good girl, yeah?” His words, coupled with every other sensation he’s giving you, send you over the edge. Nails grasping his bicep, hips off the bed, head pushed into the pillow you come over his fingers, whining so loud you’re sure you’ll have to deal with the neighbours later.
“Fuck me, such a good girl. Making a mess of the bed, yeah?” He pulls his fingers out, slowly circling your clit until it jumps under his finger, the overstimulation winding you back down to earth. Dennis puts his fingers in his mouth, maintaining eye contact with you as he tastes you.
You grasp his bicep again, eyes pleading. “Denny, please.” He reaches down, pulling the drawstring on his sleeping pants astray and freeing himself from his confines. The sight of his cock makes your mouth water.
Dennis has never been shy about his cock. Infact, it was one of his selling points in your second date. Hence why you’d taken him home that night and he’d proven himself. In every way. He’s long, thick, and his tip is a bright, angry red, like it’s been neglected for far too long. He gives himself a few pumps, head falling backwards from where he kneels between your legs.
“Please what? What do you want from me sweetheart?” There’s every bit of malice in his voice, because he knows how shy you get during sex and he loves it. Loves to see you struggle to beg, loves to see you fall apart for him until you’re begging with no shame. You know he does. And you hate it, until you don’t.
“Please, please fuck me den. Please.” You shimmy your fingers into your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them onto his side of the bed. Eyes hooded, he watches you do so, still stroking himself.
“I love it when you beg. It’s cute.” His hands are suddenly on your thighs, grasping them and pulling you down the bed. You yelp as your ankles are thrown over his shoulders, a chaste kiss pressed to your left ankle and his cock is lined up at your weeping entrance. His hand reaches up to your chin, grasping it and forcing you to look down as his other hand pushes his cock to the hilt inside of you.
He hisses. You gasp, breaking a moan at the stretch. “So fucking tight and wet. For me, yeah?” His had still on your chin pushes a finger into your mouth, forcing you to look up at him. “Look at me. I want to hear you. Don’t be quiet, yeah?”
You nod. He tuts, slapping your cheek lightly. “What did I just say?” He pulls out of you, pushing back in until his hips are flush with your own, eyes intently watching you as your mouth twists open, a broken moan slipping from your lips.
“Good girl.” He sets a steady pace, hand slipping from your face to wrap around your neck. “Love this pussy. So much. All for me, yeah?” You moan, eyes fluttering shut as his free hand is placed ontop of your abdomen, pushing down and his thumb landing in your clit.
“Yes, Denny, all yours. God,” you moan, all the pressure points tumbling you straight into a second orgasm. Dennis smirks, circling your clit faster as he feels you closing in on your orgasm already.
“You gonna come for me sweetheart? Yeah? All over my cock? Come on, let go for me. I’ve got you.” He presses down harder so all you can feel is him, him, him- and that’s all it takes for you.
“Fuck me, den, oh my god.” You all but cry, pussy clenching around him as you come, being suspended for longer as his pace doesn’t falter, his hand squeezes tighter around your neck and his thumb keeps circling on your clit. He looks so proud, watching you squirt around his cock, knowing he’ll be thinking about it all day. Only when you begin moaning again and clawing at his arm does he let off a little, hand occupying pushing your shirt up to free your boobs.
“Good girl. Soaking me, I knew you would. I fucking love this pussy.” His thumb circles your nipple and you shy away, over stimulation working overtime. “Don’t run away from me now. You wanted this.” He tuts, fingers pinching your nipple.
“Denny,” you cry out, overstimulation slowly turning back into pleasure. “What? I know you can give me one more, can’t you? Be my good girl and give me one more, yeah?” You know he’s getting close to cumming when his hips stutter, eyes drinking in your disheveled state. He thrives having you like this. You know he does.
“Yes. Please don’t stop,” you cry, your own hands wrapping around the backs of your thighs to pull them closer your chest, folding yourself in half. His smirk widens. “Good girl. You want to come again don’t you?” His thumb presses into your clit again, feeling it jump underneath the pressure.
“Yes, Den, please.” You gasp, edging closer and closer. “Want you to come inside me, please.”
If his smirk stopped, you’d be surprised. If anything, it widens, his pace faltering as his hips stutter and you know he’s going to come. He presses into your clit harder and circles your nipple, trying to get you there at the same time.
“Come for me sweetheart, fuck. Come for me.” You clench around him a final time, feeling his hips still as he spills inside you. It’s more than enough to set you off again, head sinking back into the pillow as stars line the backs of your eyelids. Dennis is cursing under his breath as his eyes finally leave yours, watching you come all over him, a mixture of your cum and his own pushing out around his cock.
“So good. Such a good girl for me. Fuck me.” You finally come down from your high, chest heaving as Dennis pulls out of you. He watches both your cums mixing together and slipping out into the ruined sheet below, pushing a finger full of his cum back inside you with mischievous eyes.
“Can’t waste any, can we?” He circles your clit one final time to watch you lurch back, moaning in overstimulation. The bed dips as your eyes flutter shut and a second layer he’s wiping you over with a wet cloth. You smile, sleepy once again, as you roll into his side of the bed.
Dennis crouches down next to you, hair ruffled and cheeks red. You crack an eye to look at him, the clock next to him reading 5.55am. “I’ve really got to go now love. I’ll be home at seven.” You nod, ready to go back to sleep, fully spent. He leans over, pressing a kiss your lips that you chase as he stands up. He pulls the covers back over you, making sure the curtains are pulled closed so the sunlight doesn’t interrupt you.
“Love you,” you mumble, hearing him repeat the same before the bedroom door softly clicks shut.
Love this man.