NOTE: the pitt... gonna write more, definitely. pt 2? toxic dennis and reader?? yes?
WC: 0.5k
TAGS: bratty!whitaker,, situationship (?),, implied possessive reader despite not being in an established relationship with whitaker,, praise,, whitaker knows what he’s doing,, mention of dr robby,, age gap,, older!reader,,
“oh- oh god, oh fuck. wow. wow-ah..” dennis gasped out softly, his voice raspy and hoarse, his cheek smushed against the pillow he was holding with a white knuckled grip. he was lying on his stomach, breath heavy.
this was only one of the many positions you have had him in already.
“tapping out yet?” you say breathlessly, your hands on his hips, just above his ass as you pulled your cock out, right before pushing it back in. dennis trembled and whined meekly, shaking his head as best as he could. “n—no, nuh uh..”
“...perfect, then.” you whisper, one hand sliding up his spine to grip the back of his neck. it was then that your pace sped up a little, thrusts more punctuated, brutal and sharp. “such a good boy. good boy, dennis.”
your quiet words earned another full body shiver with a high pitched keen, his back arching even if the action was stuttery. in all honesty, he was spent. tired. fucked out of his mind. sweaty to no end, muscles aching. but he couldn’t rid himself of the need to feel you, your cock, inside him.
pressing him harder into the mattress, you sit up to shift the angle, shoving your cock in deeper, coaxing even more throaty moans from the younger man underneath you.
dennis squirmed, turning his head to the side. his eyebrows were stitched together, eyes shut tight, lips parted. saliva was dribbling down his chin, onto the pillow as he kept making those pretty little whimpers and moans. “h-harder.. mmh!—” he managed, biting his lower lip when a more shrewd thrust made the tip of your cock brush against his prostate. not the first time that has happened tonight. but what a brat. he was asking for it harder when he had a puddle of drool on the pillow?
“no, dennis.” you respond, keeping your thrusts the same. it was difficult when his hole sucked you in and clenched around you like that. “you take what you get. you don’t ask for more. it’s disrespectful.” you say as you lean over his back, eyes boring into the back of his head.
“sorry.. sorry, i know. i just—ah—think you can do.. better. r-rougher.” he says innocently, looking at you from the corner of his half lidded eye. “..doctor robby cou—”
“don’t do that.” you cut him off flatly. “don’t bite the hand that feeds you. not gonna end well.” it pissed you off. the mention of doctor robby during your time. it made you just want to drill your cock so deep in him, to make him scream and cry. but that was exactly what he wanted. it was a trap and you very well knew it.
now it was even harder to resist the urge, the primal, feral need. shit. your free hand moved to his back, keeping him pressed against the bed. you were going to drag it out. make him take you slow and deep. mark him inside and out, rearrange his fucking guts and make him see stars.
