The One That Didn't Like You/Dennis Pt. 2
Summary: Smut. Lots of it. A lil fluff too;)
Dennis grabbed your hand, raising it to his lips and giving it a soft kiss, before pulling you gently along to his room. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you followed him, and it was as you walked that you felt the air cool the spot in your underwear that was beginning to get embarrassingly wet.
Dennis closed the door behind you, turning to you and raising a shaky hand to adjust his glasses. He turned a single lamp on, the big one by the door. It illuminated the room in a soft yellow glow. You were both so high on racing thoughts, your heartbeats deafening. It was so much you were both frozen in place. Dennis eventually crossed his room to his bed, sitting on the edge and staring up at you with wide eyes and parted lips. You approached him slowly, grabbing his hands and bringing them to the bottom of your sweater. You pushed them up, urging him to take it off of you. He did, slowly pulling your sweater off and then just staring at the result. You watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he took you in, his hands falling to your waist band and gently tugging your skirt and thong down your legs and to the floor. Dennis only stared at you as you stood naked before him, taking you all in. You began to get a big antsy, his lack of physical touch making you nervous.
“Do you… do you like this?” you whispered, embarrassed that you’d asked.
“I don’t know what to touch first,” Dennis admitted. “Sit on my lap? Please?”
You felt a gush of something wet between your legs at his request. “I might make a mess…”
Dennis clenched jaw. “I can deal with that,”
You laid your hands on his shoulders, the firmness of his body not helping the pool in your crotch. You brought your knees up to the bed beside his legs, hesitating to lower yourself onto his lap. Dennis grabbed your waist, squeezing gently and pushing you down to straddle him fully. You could feel his cock in his pants, rock hard and trapped under you. You couldn’t help rubbing over him slightly, reveling in his sharp intake of breath.
Dennis nuzzled his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. He pressed soft kisses to your neck, trailing down to your collar bone and then to the space between your breasts, and then slowly traveling to your right breast. He kissed your nipple before pulling it into his mouth, sucking gently and scraping his teeth on it. His hand moved to your other breast, massaging it. You moaned, squeezing his shoulders. Dennis released your nipple and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. He stood up, holding you tightly and you squeaked, giggling. Dennis turned around gently laying you down on the bed. His eyes roamed your body as he stood above you.
“You’re perfect,” he mumbled. He pulled off his shirt and pants and you chewed your bottom lip, scooting back on the bed. He was strong, not quite as built as the Beast, but so perfect. There was a sharp, perfect v line leading down to what was, in your opinion, the most delicious looking cock you’d ever seen. It was thick and curved slightly upwards, perfect for hitting your g spot. He was fucking perfect.
Dennis crawled up on the bed, settling between your legs. Your pussy was pressed against his lower stomach and you ground your hips against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. Dennis removed his glasses, laying them on his bedside table, and then leaned down to kiss you. As he kissed you he let one of his hands slide down in between you, gently touching your pussy. He groaned into your mouth as he felt how wet you were, and from such a delicious noise you were no longer embarrassed.
“Do you still want this?” Dennis mumbled the words against your mouth.
You slid your hands down his torso, one feeling up his sides and the other grasping his cock. It was smooth and warm and very hard. “Please,” you whispered.
Dennis buried his face in your neck, shuffling a bit upwards and letting you guide his dick to your entrance. It was no feat to press himself into you, you were beyond wet, you were soaking. You moaned, he stretched you so nicely and felt somehow ever bigger inside you. When he had pushed himself all the way into you, his hips pressed tightly against yours, he let out a shaky ‘fuck'. You let yourself relax into the bed, your back arching into him as he laid himself over you. He began softly kissing your neck, slowly beginning to rock back and forth inside you. The feel of his curved dick sliding in and out and pressing against your g spot made you clamp down on him with a soft whimper.
“I’m sorry I never talked to you,” Dennis struggled to get the words out, grunting as he did. “I thought you were too good for me. I still do,”
You let out a loud moan from a particularly hard thrust, scratching lightly down his back. “I… I think you’re… s-so perfect,” you fumbled through the sentence, your eyes rolling back in your head at another hard thrust. Your words seemed to fuel Dennis, and all of his thrusts became harder. “Holy shit,” you squealed. The slow, sticky sweet depth and drag of his thrusts had become a violent, pounding pull and push of pleasure, your g spot going from being stroked to being hammered. Dennis’s body was tense and stiff as he hammered into you, his face the pinnacle of focus and drive.
“Dennis stop!” you pushed against his shoulders and he immediately stopped, pulling out completely.
“What did I do? Where did I hurt you?” Dennis looked you over frantically, searching for anywhere he could have hit or scratched.
“No no, I just…” you flushed. “I… I’m gonna make a mess,”
Dennis raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to squirt?”
Dennis didn’t give you any time to say anything else, he took his cock and plunged right back into you, reveling at the shout that left your lips. You flattened yourself into the pillows, your hands grabbing fitfully on his blankets. “Holy shit,” you cried. Warmth built in your stomach, tingles spreading throughout your body and tears welling in your eyes. This was gonna be a big mess.
It didn’t take much longer for your squirt to completely soak Dennis’s lower half, and if you were capable of forming words you would have apologized. Your body seized around him, wrapping your arms and legs tightly around him as you cried out in his ear. Dennis wasn’t done yet. He was still thrusting into you just as fast as he’d been before, but now he was in your ear, growling something incoherent.
“S-stay ins-side,” you whispered. Your body was still quaking, Dennis’s cock still rubbing against everything that felt so overwhelming. “I have the pill,”
Dennis grunted, his arms beginning to tighten around your body. His thrusts began to lose rhythm, definitely not strength, and his incoherent growls got more strained. Suddenly Dennis went rigid, tremors going through him and a long, low moan sent shivers down your spine as he came. His shaking turned into very slow, careful movements in you, and you felt something hot fill you up and trickle out.
“Fuck,” he stayed in you, partially because he was too tired to move and partially because he was afraid the moment would end when he did.
You weren’t complaining, you were completely limp in his arms but not willing to let him go yet. You started pressing wet kisses to his neck and shoulders, tasting his salty wet skin. You rubbed his back, his slick skin beginning to get a trail of goosebumps. His arms tightened around you.
“Don’t let me go,” you whispered. You couldn’t leg him go, you couldn’t never hold him and kiss him and fuck him and touch him again. “Please don’t,”
Dennis gripped you tighter, flopping over on his side, still inside you. He threaded a hand through your hair, massaging your scalp. “I want to keep you forever. If you’re sure you want me,”
“Yes.” You buried your face in his chest. “Yes.”
“Stay in here tonight,” still, Dennis’s rumbling voice sent shivers down your spine. Dennis reached around you, pulling his blanket around and over both of you.
“Just make sure Hedwig doesn’t get the light in the morning,”
Dennis scoffed. “I’m not giving up the light for quite a while. They’ll understand.”
