A DennisxReader Smut for @str4wbsstuff
The night before your wedding you stay with your parents in an attempt to abide by Dennis’ desire to stay chaste until you’re married. Dennis cracks.
Your nose scrunched as you awoke to the sound of the bedroom door swinging slowly on its hinges. It stopped short, open just a crack, barely enough space for an adult body to slither past. The door clicked shut, then careful feet slid across the carpeted floor. Socks. The intruder was wearing socks you realized as your eyes finally opened. It took awhile for them to adjust to the darkness before you, but even so, you were facing the wall, away from the door.
The mattress dipped beside you as the intruder sat beside you. You felt the back of his hand caress the slope of your shoulder, then pull the cover back to slip underneath then fit himself against your back. His familiar scent wrapped around you the way his strong arms did, pulling your body flush against his. He was hard.
“Mm-Den? Whatcha doing here?” You murmured as you brought his hand up to your lips, kissing his knuckles.
“Couldn’t sleep. Too excited,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. You chuckled and rolled your hips, pressing your ass back against his erection.
“Yeah, can feel that. Still. Not supposed to see each other yet. Not till tomorrow,” you reminded him. He groaned and pushed his hips forward, slotting his hard cock between your thighs, against your clothed cunt.
“You’re not happy to see me?” He asked, really laying the pity-me factor down thick. You laughed.
“Course I am, Den. Just we promised. Was your idea anyway. To save ourselves,” you reminded him a tad pointed.
“Don’t have to go all the way. Just—just wanna feel you a little bit. So warm.” He hummed happily as he slowly pressed against you through your panties.
You felt the fabric dampen as the tip of his cock rubbed insistently over your clit. God, he knew just how to get you to give in. “Fffuck okay,” you moaned, as if he was looking for your permission. You felt him grin against your neck as he drew his hips further back before slamming them forward. The skin of his thighs slapped against the backs of yours, and your cunt clenched desperately around nothing as your thighs involuntarily clamped down around him.
The path grew increasingly slick, making the slide of his cock against your satin-cotton blend panties all the easier and more lewd feeling. “So wet for me. So perfect, even like this. You make it so fucking hard to resist.” He rasped in your ear as he slid his hips back enough to allow him to poke at your entrance through the underwear.
You let out a gasp as you felt the tip of his cock dent the fabric inward, allowing just barely beneath the satin barrier, for it to penetrate. You opened your mouth to say something but all that came out was a loud, pitiful, mewling sound. You felt his palm clamp over your mouth.
“Shh. Shh. We have to be quiet remember? Don’t want to wake your parents do we? Can’t let them catch us like this. Besides, it’s not really going in. Doesn’t count.” He panted as he snapped his hips harder, as though through enough effort he could fuck a hole into the panties.
Your eyes rolled back and you moaned at the way your wetness made it feel like there was nothing between you two. The only indication of such being the way it limited how much of his cock he could get inside you. It was intoxicating to bend the rules in this way under your parents’ roof.
His hand reached around your waist, his fingers rubbed circles over where your clit was. God, you were close just from this. Then you felt it. One of the leg holes of your underwear slipped, the crotch somehow shifted to the side, leaving you exposed to Dennis’ next brutal thrust, and without any warning he bottomed out inside you.
You let out a muffled scream against his palm as your body shook all over. Your walls squeezed him tight as you gushed around him, so full and complete. Your chest heaved with the ragged breaths blowing hot from your nostrils onto the back of his hand. It slid down from your mouth, over your chin, then across your neck. Then he started fucking you for keeps.
“God, fuck, yeah. Okay. Fuck. You just came so hard for me. Fuck it feels so good. I can’t stop. I’m sorry, God. Sorry. Fuuuuck.” He whispered this guilt laden prayer with each sloppy thrust of his hips sending you further into nirvana.
You felt yourself hitting that peak again, toes curling and back arching when you heard his hoarse, panicked voice. “Fuck, gotta pull out. If I knock you up before the wedding they’ll know we fucked.”
You whined as he slipped out just in time to paint the backs of your thighs with his cum. It felt filthy. It felt exhilarating. It felt perfect and right. He wrapped his arms around you and you took and squeezed his hand as you listened to him pant through the aftershocks.
“Are you okay? You know…with the whole premarital thing?” You asked delicately as his fingers laced with yours, the ring pressed firmly against his skin.
He let out a breathy laugh. “It’s after midnight. Technically our wedding day. Reckon it’s alright.”
