⁺ . 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 – your senior camp counselor thinks it's a good idea to hide in a spot were the kids could never find you to work their motor skill–definitely not to make out and feel you up. totally not.
⁺ . 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 – senior!camp!counselor!dennis x junior!camp!counselor!!reader !
⁺ . 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 – 1.1k
⁺ . 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 – perv!dennis: he's gross◞ camp!au◞ soft!dom!dennis◞ slight power imbalance: age gap–reader is 19-20 & dennis is 27-29)◞ kissing: making out◞ spit◞ sloppy◞ no use of y/n◞ over the clothes touching◞ hot and sweaty–its summer◞ semi-public "sex"◞ summer fling◞ tight spaces – NOT PROOFREAD !
⁺ . 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 – lowk got lazy asf in the middle so forgive me...but this is my new obsession...hope u like it!! (sdt: @str4wbsstuff)
✦ SMUT UNDER THE CUT | 18+ MINORS DNI </3 ⁺
it was just and your senior camp counselor, dennis. cooped up in a stuffy closet, hidden in a spot where none of the kids could find you. you instead one hiding in a spot that could be easier for them to find you–the campers bing children and all, but dennis shook his head and told you that hiding away where almost no one could find you would be a great way to build their motor skills, but the look in his eyes suggested different, like motor skills were the last thing on his mind.
all that could be heard was the heavy breathing of both of you, and the low chalk that grumbled in dennis' throat, it matched that boyish smirk that tugged on his lips as he scanned your body, or all that he could see of it. your knees were pressed to your chest, and you legs along with dennis' with slotted between each other like a puzzle piece, bare skin rubbing together every time you tried to more an inch in the very confiding space. the closeness was almost too must the bear and the heat from the summer air only made it worse, the warmth making both of your bodies clad with sweat that made your skin stick together.
but someone the way dennis was eyeing you down made you hotter. his tough darting out to swipe across his bottom lip and he looked at the bead of sweet drip down you temple and to your jaw. he wanted to lunge over and collect with his tongue and lick you free of all saltiness, but the space was too tight.
"don't think the kids are gonna find us anytime soon," dennis spoke up quietly, breaking the silence and cycle of exchanged labored breaths, and raising a hand to fiddle with he beaded friendship bracelet that was tight around your wrist. "thanks to you, i think thats true," you sighed, making an attempt to seemed annoyed with his choice of having you in this closet, but nothing in you wanted to leave. the tingles of your skin increases as his calloused fingertips brush your wrist, and you bite to smile back your smile.
he shrugs, broad shoulders almost too wide from the wooden walls, but the point came across well–he didn't care if the kids would have a little to no possibility of finding you. not a all. "yeah but...I think it wouldn't be a bad idea to...waste time. just so we don't die of boredom." dennis said, lolling his head to the side and smiling, making his risk suggestion apparent.
“got anything in mind..?” you ask, like the way his warm hand dragged down your thigh wasn’t enough to give you very big clue. “nothing much, but know you’d like tho,” he says with all the confidence in the world, and it was certainly not in vain. dennis knew exactly what you liked, and most of the time, without him you wouldn’t know if you had liked it or not.
he uses his thigh to spread yours and dips his head down to pull you into a sloppy kiss, clammy hands resting on your face as he deepened it, nose pressing into yours as he pours soft whimpers into your mouth. the kiss is wet and messy. saliva coating each mouth as he mumbles something about you tasting like heaven, and that he could kiss you until you go dumb. it triggers a tug in your lower belly, strong enough to make you swallow thickly.
when dennis pulls a, there’s a string of spot collecting your mouth and breaks when he lays a line of kiss from your cheek and down the column of your neck. he takes a long inhale and lets a soft moan slip past his lips before he licks the sweat of your skin.
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“are you gonna come? I know you want too...s’okay," he breathes, low and sexy, and adding on to that warm build up in your stomach that was going to break at any moment, you could feel it, hear it. the beat of your heart loud and thumping in your ears and you looked him in the eyes. they themselves were lidded, but the lust in them seeped out. his face was red, along with his lips. blood rushing to them after the times he bit down on them, watching his pretty girl come undone just from some "light touching" over her shorts. he thought it was cute the way he could get you off so easily, like anything he gave you was just enough to quiche that thirst inside you that was unrelenting whenever he came around.
you nod, and it frantically, chest heaving as you crawling on to nothing, nail scratching the wood underneath you. you're so close, and it was made even more visible when you began to rock your hips against his hand. he lets out a breathless chuckle, and his eyelid flutter at the sight of pretty desperation. god, you looked so hot. eyes damn near cross and you head dropped back and lips parted before a string of moans was going to get the two of you caught, but luckily dennis had a free hand that always seemed to have place on your face for the same dirty reason. to shut you up.
dennis lifts his hand to seal your mouth shut and save the two of you a talk with your boss, and stifles a moan once the wetness of you lips smears again the palm of his arm. he gulps as he watches your brows from into a deep furrow, and the way your curls itch to your forehead, you sweat acting as natural glue, but your eyes stay open like he's told you want times before. look him in the eyes when you're about to cum. and like that, you were the perfect imagine of an inventible orgasm.
as your orgasm rushes through you, your teary eyes are locked on his as he nods slowly, brows curling into the same position of yours as he tells you that "there she is..I wish I could show you how pretty you look while you cum. a shame i don't have a camera,"
he keeps grinding his hand down to ride out your high with a cocky smile etched onto his pretty swollen lips. pink and puffy as they stretched–and you'll forever be grateful for the dingy light that flickered above you, or else you would be lucky enough to see this perfect picture of the man that just made you hit the pinnacle while playing a game of hide n seek.
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