❝𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄!❞
Dennis Whitaker x Fem!Reader
FANDOM: The Pitt
WARNINGS: watched 1 ep everything i know is from edits and fics WE LISTEN N WE DON'T JUDGE, smut, switch leaning sub!whitaker, he whines a lot, light choking (hes sooo into it tho), huckleberrys hungry asf, inspired by that one dennis whitaker edit with feeling on my body by taffy in mind yk what im talking about, no mentions of skin or ethnicity cs WE should enjoy this💔, abuse of italics, can you tell i follow tonycries on here, FIRST SMUT KINDA NERVOUS
WC: 1.5K
genuinely want those sad hamster abused eyes to look up at me in desperation
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"Please," Dennis whispers desperately into the flushed skin of your neck, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you move your hips into him. The muscles in his biceps flex briefly as he tries to pull you impossibly closer after a particularly good roll from your body. A whine leaves his throat. "Mhm—! please, please..."
You can feel his fingers grasp at your sides longingly, short nails gliding against your skin with no plan on letting you go anytime soon. He's hugging your waist like he's afraid you're going to get up and leave. The pathetic thrust of his hips in an attempt to match your pace makes you smile and trail a hand up to his beautiful curly hair.
And pull.
"Hah—!" You feel Dennis' lips part against the side of your neck in a gasp of surprise. You feel him twitch inside of you, hands gripping you harder to keep his composure. Not that he had much left to begin with after panting into your sweaty skin for the past few hours. Guess he liked that.
"You feel so good," Dennis' words slur slightly at the end. His normally tired looking eyes are half-lidded with an extra layer of exhaustion from the days stressful shift, blonde eyebrows trying to pinch into a furrow as he forces himself to focus on his words and not get lost of the pleasure. You never fail to make him lose his mind and go numb. Especially when your fingers start to thread themselves deeper into his curls and pull again. "So— so good...hah! Fuck."
"Yeah?" You ask with a raised brow. His head nods vigorously.
When Dennis first started at The Pitt, he was incredibly new to everything. Awkwardly fumbling over himself, stuttering over his words, or getting flustered over his mistakes. As was every inexperienced newcomer to the ways of The Pitt.
It was when the months started to pass, his confidence grew. He didn't second guess his choices, spoke up when a solution came to mind rather than muttering it quietly under his breath. He had even taken to teasing Trinity back rather than just taking it with a thinned smile.
He was still gentle, still kind and understanding. But when shit hit the fan and people started to scramble, as it often did in The Pitt, he wasn't afraid to step in and call the shots.
But when you start to undo the buttons of his shirt as you drag your tongue against the sensitive spot on his neck, trailing your hands down the areas of his chest that you know make him tense, he turns into that shy, stuttering newbie intern all over again.
And he fucking loved it.
Taking a hand from around your waist, he places it behind his back for better balance before giving a long thrust of his hips, causing your breath to hitch. The small change in the position allows him to lay his head near your collar bone, where he takes the chance to look up at you in awe. His eyes wide and dewy as they take in your expression, the shape of your face, the way your hair is styled. The lipstick you put on that morning is smudged at the edge, ending almost at the corner of your chin.
Probably from earlier, when you kissed down his jugular with tenderness that made him grip at the sheets of the bed, lips loving and teeth hungry as they went lower, and lower, and lower. The greedy bite marks on his inner thigh could attest to that.
The thought of it makes Dennis' face flush. No one would see them, no one would know about them, but you. About the marks and bruises you left in places he never expected you to. It'll be covered by his scrubs in tomorrows shift. Just a dirty little secret.
"Keep going, baby." You encourage after he gives you another deep push of his hips. The closeness makes you grip at his shoulders and tilt your head back with a light ah escaping your mouth. "Doin' so good f'me."
Needy lips place themselves onto the middle of your chest, heavy and withering with no trail in sight of that usual gentleness Dennis carried himself with. There was no room for soft and steady anymore. Not if he wanted to get the right message across with no time to spare. You could see it in the light of his eyes though. How much he refused to let go of you, how badly he wanted you closer and closer and closer. To feel the pressure of your slicked skin rub and slide against his. His plush lips mouth against every crevice of your skin that he can reach, causing your thighs to clench harshly around his waist. You were sure it had hurt him slightly, but judging from the way your locked thighs didn't stop the movements of his long thrusts, he barely spared a glance at the pain.
You suddenly feel him take ahold of one of your wrists, making your eyes blink open blearily. Lashes fluttering as you look to see him guide your hand away from his thick shoulder and up his cheek, where he grants you with a chaste kiss against your palm as he stares up into your eyes longingly.
The sight made you smile and rub your thumb against the apple of his reddened cheek, to which he easily leaned into like it was muscle memory.
No matter the mood, no matter how intense things got, Dennis always made sure to remind you that he loved you in between it all. Not once did he ever make you feel like it was done for momentary fun or a quick session. From the very beginning, he made his intentions clear as he stated firmly there would be no so and so with benefits, no late night 'you in the mood?' texts. You weren't something temporary. He was serious about you, serious about everything you two were.
And boy did he bag you.
(Trinity once said something along to lines "he wanted that cookie" which didn't make sense at the time, but now, you understood.)
Dennis takes you by surprise when he continues to move your hand. He doesn't take his eyes away from your own, gaze taking your reaction as he pulls your hand down his face, past his jaw and to his throat.
Did he mean...?
Your breath hitches when he squeezes your hand over his throat as a sign of encouragement when you continue to stare in awe.
"Fuck." You break from his stare to look down at his throat in your hand. You could feel the heat from his skin, the sweat trailing onto his collar bone, the way his Adam's apple bobbed under your intense eyes. "You really want me to...?"
"Mhm." Dennis gives an immediate nod. To show he meant it, he gives another deep thrust that makes your fingers twitch around his neck. You see a flash of his teeth nibble on the inside of his lip in anticipation at the feeling.
Still, you wait.
"Words, Den," You say at the sight of him struggling to keep composure. There's a small grind of your hips against him, but your fingers make no move to tighten. Whether you did it to get his attention or tease him, it's hard to tell. Either way, you needed him to say it out loud incase he was having some doubts.
But Dennis was nothing if not sure of himself in your hands. Literally. "P—Please, choke me." He leaned his head back farther as proof, baring his neck to you with nothing but trust. "I want it. 'want you."
With confirmation clear out of the way, nothing is stopping you now and you've teased him enough. Your nails rake the side of his throat as you feel him give another thrust. You trail your other hand down from his hair and down his back, putting it around his shoulders to pull him against you as you finally squeeze his throat.
The reaction is quick. Dennis' eye's widened at the feeling before rolling back. His hand behind him grips at the edge of the bed as you feel his thighs jump from under you. "Ah— oh god," softly left from his dry mouth in a frantic whimper.
When you let go, he moans in relief like he had finally gotten something he wanted, and it makes you wonder how long he had been thinking about this. You go to pull your hand away in question when you feel his own suddenly grip at your wrist to keep it in place.
"Keep going," Dennis begged as he put your hand back where it was, hips stuttering in its pace. He gulps when he realizes how demanding he sounded. "Please, don't stop."
You feel your stomach do a flip at his pleading. He knew how it made you feel.
"Alright," His desperation brings a grin to your face. You give a light, teasing squeeze to his neck that makes him whine when he realizes you won't just give it to him. He has to work for it if he wants you to use your actual strength again. "But we're not stopping til' you give me everything you got."
"Yes Ma'am." His blue eyes looked up into your own without hesitation at the challenge.
He could make that happen.
