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[samirasystole]

i actually think it was really hot for trinity santos to walk in on her first day with that amount of confidence, make nicknames for every loser in there, try and get to do as many cool procedures as she could, catching some asshole stealing drugs, flirt with a 30+ year old surgery resident and still bag her after stabbing her in the foot, and just in general walking around and taking up her rightful space. i think women should do that more

[jo-03777]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Wildest Dreams.

Dennis Whitaker x AFAB Reader.

summary: after Dennis sees something he shouldn’t have, he has to keep his cool, of course, it’s impossible when you’re the definition of temptation and he has been dreaming about having you.

warnings: SMUT (mdni) drinking but they’re very much conscious, accidentally seeing someone’s nudes, both reader and Dennis are switch but Dennis is a bit more sub, dirty talking, unprotected p in v (don’t), creampie, is not specified if reader is on birth control, aftercare and pillow talk, garsantos mention lol. I think that’s all but lmk if I missed something.

wc: 2,303.

author’s note: english is NOT my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. this is a request from @weedandwhitaker ! i loved this idea sm and I hope I made it justice, I honestly loved how it came out even though I think I struggle a bit with writing aftercare 😭anyway, hope you enjoy :)

Dennis was impatiently waiting for Trinity in their living room. They were going out, but of course she was taking her sweet time getting ready. He was getting desperate; they still had to pick you up, Trinity’s best friend. Trinity and you are high school best friends, and even though you went on different paths, you still try to go out often. When Dennis came to live with Trinity, he became part of that routine.

He likes you, a lot. Since the first time he met you, there hasn’t been a day where he doesn’t think about you, sweet, and sometimes dirty thoughts. For him, you’re like a reincarnation of his wet and wildest dreams. He can be chill around you now, but God, it takes a lot out of him not to give up the act and kiss you every time you guys go out.

He’s lost in his thoughts when he hears a notification from his phone. It immediately unlocks with his face, sending him straight to a conversation with… you? And oh God, what he sees.

It’s you, in a nice red lacy lingerie set. In one picture you’re pushing your tits together, and in the other there’s just a close-up of them. The bra doesn’t really cover anything; he sees your perky nipples and wishes he could see more, but the pictures are cut off below your waist.

He’s definitely enjoying what he’s seeing, but he can’t help being confused. He sees the text attached:

“cute? in case i find someone to get laid lol”

What?

He proceeds to read texts from before, and that’s when he realizes this is Trinity’s phone, not his. He panics immediately, throwing the phone away. He remembers now, Trinity lost a bet with him and he put his face in for Face ID recognition on her phone. That’s why it unlocked just like that.

When he’s trying to forget what he just saw, he hears Trinity walking in, finally ready, he throws her phone to another couch.

“Hey, I’m done, but I can’t find my stupid phone.” She says, looking around.

“Uhmm, I think it’s over there.” Dennis points to the couch furthest from him. “I just heard it ringing.”

“Thanks.” Trinity says while picking up her phone. She laughs and shakes her head, probably seeing your pictures. “Okay, let’s go pick my girl up.”

Dennis nods. He doesn’t know how the hell he’s gonna survive tonight.

When they arrive at your place, you come out quickly. You’re wearing a tight short dress and looking absolutely gorgeous. He feels his pants tighten a little bit when he remembers what you’re wearing underneath it, and he quickly looks away.

You get in the car. You’re in a really cheerful mood. You get in the backseat, leaning in to kiss Trinity’s cheek and ruffle Dennis’ hair. You almost immediately feel a weird energy from him, but you think it’s probably that he didn’t want to go out, so you brush it off.

The night goes on. Trinity and you are having the time of your life while Dennis tries, but he just looks incredibly anxious. Every time you talk to him, he barely pays attention to you.

Of course, you don’t notice how every time he goes to sit down to “rest,” his eyes are glued to you. He has to rub himself discreetly through his pants to try to help himself, especially when your dress rides up your thighs and he can see a little bit of your ass.

It’s around 3 a.m. when you and Trinity come to him all giggly, ready to go home. Dennis wants to be buried alive when he remembers you’re staying at their place.

You and Trinity sing and laugh the whole way home. Every time you lean in and Dennis smells your perfume, he feels like he’s inhaling heroin.

You are not completely drunk, but definitely tipsy. Still, it’s hard to walk up the stairs. Dennis helps you, one arm around your waist, and throws one of your arms around his shoulders, holding your hand with his. It’s like torture to him at this point.

You guys finally get into the apartment. Trinity gets in first, claiming she needs to run to the bathroom, while Dennis helps you sit down on the couch.

He wants to run away, but you usually like to stay in the living room for some time discussing the night, and he doesn’t want to be weird by just leaving.

You’re talking about whatever. He feels bad, but he’s not really paying attention to you until Trinity comes back, making him snap out of it.

“So you’re gonna hate me, but…” Trinity says, raising her hands in defense.

“Oh, I swear if you mention Garcia.” You say, pointing at her.

Dennis just slaps his forehead in disappointment.

“I’m sorry, but she just called me and c’mon, I can’t just say no.”

“Uhm yeah, you can?” You say, obviously stressed out.

“Dude, come on, this is like low, low.” Dennis says.

Trinity looks at both of you with puppy eyes, like a kid asking for a toy.

“Dude, you literally begged me to stay the night!” You raise your voice.

“I’m sorry! I promise I’m gonna make it up to you. And besides, Dennis is still here with you. Pleaaase.”

Both Dennis and you shake your heads and let out a loud sigh.

“Whatever,” you say, just giving up.

Trinity gives you both a kiss on the cheek before leaving, pretty much running out while apologizing the whole way.

You and Dennis exchange looks and start laughing.

“Ugh, I can’t with her.” You say, covering your face.

“I know, I can’t wait for the day she finally wakes up.” Dennis laughs with you.

After a few seconds of just exchanging laughs, you get serious. Looking at him, you finally ask: “Hey, is everything okay? I feel like you were acting a bit weird the whole night.”

Dennis blushes. What is he supposed to say? “I’m okay, just got a lot going on in my head, I guess.” He says nervously, making you arch an eyebrow.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Uhh…nah.” He’s so nervous he might start crying.

“Dennis, come on, you’re acting like you committed a crime.”

He sure feels like he did. Anyway, he decides you would probably understand.

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but promise you won’t get mad, okay?”

You nod slowly.

“I saw the pictures you sent to Trinity. I SWEAR it was an accident. I thought it was my phone and you know it has my Face ID, so I only realized afterward that it wasn’t my phone.”

You stay serious for a few seconds and then laugh.

“Oh Denny. You poor boy, that’s why you’ve been acting like that?” You go sit next to him. “It’s okay. I don’t care.” You shrug your shoulders.

Dennis feels like he might pass out.

“I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t worry, Den.”

You both smile, and Dennis almost has a heart attack when you ask: “What did you think though?”

Dennis looks at you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Be honest.” You say with a big smile.

“Well… you looked nice.” Dennis says almost in a whisper.

You lean in closer to him. “So you’ve been thinking about me and my red lingerie all night, huh?”

You chuckle and Dennis nervously chuckles too.

“Respectfully, yeah.”

You rest your head on his shoulder. He looks at you with his big blue eyes that could melt you.

“You wanna see?” You whisper.

He doesn’t even think. He immediately nods. “If you wanna show me, of course.” He also whispers.

You stand up in front of him, slowly taking off your dress, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. Once you take off your dress, you throw it on his lap. You both chuckle, and he finally takes a good look at you.

He takes his time observing every inch of your body.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”

You smile, walking closer to him. You take his hands and put them on your hips before straddling his lap. His hands lower to your thighs. He squeezes them and for a few seconds you just stare into each other’s eyes until you finally decide to make the first move and lean in to kiss him.

Your hands are on his big shoulders that tense up at your touch. His hands run up and down your thighs and he moans when your tongue passes his lips to explore his mouth, his tongue dancing against yours. It’s a deep, intense kiss that you’re sure would last for days if you didn’t need to breathe.

He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily, and his eyes are now a darker blue.

“I need you so badly.” He says against your neck, which he’s kissing now. “Been needing you for so long.”

He licks and bites your neck. His hands have now moved to your hips and he starts making you move against him, making you feel his erection about to burst through his pants. The friction makes you moan.

“You see? You see how much I need you? Please.”

He whimpers every time you move your hips. Someone might think you’re hurting him.

He switches positions, laying you down on the couch with him on top of you. His hand travels between your thighs and straight to your underwear. He groans when he feels how wet you are.

“I need you too.” You say with a soft smile and pleading eyes.

He’s straight up attacking your mouth now. He kisses you hungrily. His fingers move your underwear to the side. He spreads your wetness over you, his thumb circling your aching clit. You both moan at the feeling and then he slides two fingers inside you.

You would’ve thought he was the one being pleasured by the way he cries out when he feels you wrapped around his fingers.

He looks down at how he’s stretching you out with his fingers and then looks at your pretty face, your mouth hanging open.

“Dennis, I need you inside.” You say desperately. His fingers stretching you out and his aching erection pressed against your thigh is driving you crazy.

“A-are you sure? So fast?”

He needs you too, but he also wanted to have a little more fun.

“Now, Dennis.”

He pulls out his fingers, immediately unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers.

“Fuck, Den, you’re so big.”

You swear you see him twitch when you say this.

He doesn’t waste time getting inside you. He goes slowly even though he just wants to fully go in. You both moan at the new feeling. He bites his lower lip.

Once he’s fully inside you, he stays still for a second.

“F-fuck, you feel s-so good.” His voice is shaky and he can’t even look at you anymore. You take him by the jaw, making him look at you.

“I like your eyes on me, Den.”

“I think I’m gonna cum in less than a minute if I keep staring at you.”

You smile and he finally starts moving inside you. He goes slowly but deep, hitting all the right places, and he’s so vocal about it.

“Been dreaming about this for so long.”

“Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

“I wanna be inside you forever.”

Everything he says comes with a shaky voice and loud whimpers. He kisses you after every sentence, and when your hand goes lower to wrap around his neck, he rolls his eyes back.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

You tighten around him and he moans your name loudly, collapsing on top of you. You feel him filling you up. He’s half gone but still manages to lower his hand to your needy clit, circling it slowly until you’re shaking underneath him.

“Such a sweet girl for me.” He whispers as you cum for him, moaning his name.

He stares at you the whole time, completely mesmerized by you.

A few minutes go by in silence, just the sound of your heavy breathing filling the room, until Dennis stands up. He doesn’t even bother putting his boxers back on.

You watch him walk to the bathroom and kitchen before coming back with wipes and a cup of water for you.

You smile at him, and even after all the dirty stuff you just did, you can’t help but blush when he winks at you.

He sits in front of you, cleaning you up. He stares at you while you drink the water.

“Stop staring, weirdo.” You say, covering your face.

He chuckles. “I just fucked you. I think I can stare.”

You hear the smile in his voice as he comes up to cuddle you.

He lays next to you, his arm around you while your head rests on his chest. You entangle your legs with his.

“I meant what I said.” You look up at him when he starts talking. “I’ve been dreaming about this.” He looks down at you. “Ever since I met you, and I’m not talking only about the sex, although that was pretty awesome too.” You both laugh. “But being with you, I’ve been dreaming about that.”

You smile. He looks so nervous telling you this, only if he knew how crazy you were for him. “The feeling is mutual, Denny.”

His smile couldn’t get any bigger even if he tried.

“Should we try to make it a reality then?” He takes your hand in his, interlocking your fingers.

“Oh please, I would love that.”

He kisses your forehead like a million times after that answer.

“Damn, Trinity is gonna crash out when we tell her.”

You both burst out laughing because she definitely is, but she owes you anyway.

[weedandwhitaker]

trinity fucking u in her bedroom and ur being so loud that it wakes up denny and he can’t go back to sleep bc he’s so hard ughhhhgghh want both of them now

[mast3rbait3r]

revelation - dennis whitaker

this is for my writing challenge! you can find the masterlist here!

summary: he hadn't thought much about your presence at ptmc, just saw you as yet another intern. but once you help him clean up after another one of his inevitable liquid encounters, he takes a real look at you and realizes that he's been missing out on something this whole time.

contains: first year resident! whitaker, third year med student! reader, fem/afab! reader, hopeless romantic! reader, oblivious! whitaker, medical school and procedure inaccuracies, mentions of urine (patient interaction...), lots of fluff, slight angst, eventual smut, fingering, handjob, lotus position >:3

word count: 4.6k

you had walked into a sea of chaos during the peak shift change period. you hardly even get to blink before you're thrust into an incoming trauma. as if you weren't tired enough from being up studying last night, you were being ordered around the emergency department like you were the only one working. normally, you'd have been able to handle it, but you had a quite a few exams coming up. you were feeling stretched thin and it was only tuesday.

a couple hours in, you felt like you were finally able to exist. you find a nearby computer and try to get a head start on your charting for the day. you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, it was perlah.

"robby's asking for you, said something about wanting you to get practice with sutures."

you nod and follow her to the room.

"if i didn't know any better, i'd take that as an insult. there's nothing wrong with my sutures."

she smiles at you, giving you a pat on the back before standing at robby's side to monitor vitals.

"your sutures are fine, that's why i asked for you."

robby nodded, watching you as you took the reigns with quiet confidence. he admired the way you didn't second guess yourself constantly, it was just something you couldn't afford in a career like this. thirty seconds of second guessing are thirty seconds that a patient could lose while fighting for their life. someone else entered the room, but you couldn't tell who since your eyes were trained on the work in front of you.

"dr. robby, uh- we had to transfer the patient from south 15 upstairs for a psych consult. started displaying signs of hallucinations, but non-combative."

you recognized that calm, slightly insecure tone of voice. you glance up for a moment, just to share a split second of eye contact with dennis whitaker. you offer him a small smile, which he returns with a sheepish one of his own. you go back to work, feeling his eyes on you for a brief moment until robby started talking.

"okay- yeah, just keep me posted in case he comes back to us."

robby lets out a quiet sigh, glancing down at you, then back up at whitaker.

"you can handle the rest on your own, yeah?"

he directs the question at you, causing you to look up. you nod silently and go back to the sutures. you hear robby walk out, perlah close behind, so you had just assumed dennis had left with them.

"nice sutures, they're um- really neat and even."

you startle, immediately letting go of the needle holder before you accidentally yank it in the wrong direction. the loud clatter startles both of you, but not the patient... because, well... they weren't exactly conscious at the moment.

"sorry, i-"

"that's okay, i just assumed everyone else had left."

you chuckle softly, glancing up at him. however, you let your gaze linger for a little bit. you'd be lying if you said you hadn't taken a liking to dennis from the moment that you met him. he was fascinating to watch when he worked. his veiny hands calloused from years of working on a farm, still dexterous when it came to any medical procedure. your mind starts to wander further, wondering just what kind of sleeper build this man must be hiding.

you think about how it would feel to be embraced by him, strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind while he rests his chin on your shoulder. you wonder how skilled those hands would be in other places, namely the area found beneath your panti-

"i'll leave you to it. just um- wanted to give credit where it's due."

you nod slowly, feeling your cheeks heat from embarrassment. he definitely saw the way your jaw just about hit the floor, or how you were probably staring at him for at least 10 seconds straight.

"thank you..."

you offer shyly, to which he just nods and excuses himself from the room.

"smooth like butter..."

you mutter to yourself sarcastically, picking the needle back up and tying off the sutures.

"hey, i love that song."

you practically jumped out of your skin as your patient spoke. since when were they awake? you notice the way they wince, finally realizing what you'd been doing while they were asleep.

"don't worry, just needs a few days to heal. i'll send robby in to get one last look before we discharge you."

you spoke reassuringly, cleaning up your tray and exiting the room. you press your hand into the hand sanitizer dispenser, rubbing the cool liquid into your skin. you manage to snag another computer and continue to work on charting. you spot dennis close by, talking to trinity about something. you take this moment to admire him again, his lean build and soft light brown curls rested atop his head. he definitely had a certain charm about him that, apparently, no one else was willing to acknowledge.

"you're drooling all over the keyboard."

joy kwon, your roommate and coworker, smirks as she leans against the desk you were sitting at.

"gosh, am i cool enough to talk to at work now, too?"

you return the smirk right back to her, causing her to chuckle.

"don't let it get to your head."

she spared you one last glance over her shoulder before walking off to another room. you go back to charting, enjoying your peace that wouldn't last much longer. you knew better than to take it for granted in a place like this. as suspected, you were whisked away to another patient a couple minutes later. the day went on like this, though it was nothing out of the norm. it wasn't until one particularly unruly patient, that had left you particularly unsettled.

EMS had warned that the patient was combative, thrashing around wildly to the point of needing all their limbs restrained. you found yourself being assigned to patients like this pretty often, some lame excuse about having a calming presence or whatever. sounded like they just wanted some poor medical student to pawn the patient off onto. before long, you're tasked with the opportunity of delivering the sedative. you take a deep breath before going in with the needle, managing to stick them just before they started to flail again.

the next moment goes by in a flash, all you remember is dennis coming into the room, hearing the patient scream, and then seeing dennis covered in an undeniably golden-colored liquid. you watch the color drain from his face, cheeks heating in both frustration and embarrassment. once the patient finally calms down, you quickly follow dennis out of the room. you see him step into an empty room, so you decide to grab a washcloth and some soap from the supply room. you approach the closed curtain, announcing yourself.

"dr. whitaker? it's me... i um- brought you stuff to clean up with."

he doesn't recognize your voice at first, so he opens the curtain just a sliver. he relaxes when he sees you on the other side. you hold out the washcloth and soap to him.

"basin should be on the bottom shelf..."

you try to speak as calmly as possible, noticing the barest hint of his bare chest that manages to slip through the curtain. he reaches out and takes them from you.

"i can take your old scrubs and get you new ones."

you offer, keeping your eyes on his to preserve some of his dignity. he blinks a couple times, head still being the only part of him peeking out. he then nods gratefully, stepping back into the room and handing you the soiled scrubs. you wince at the soggy look and terrible smell emitting from the clothing, but take it back without a second thought. you walk over to the machine, dispensing the old scrubs for a new pair. you'd forgotten to ask him what size he wanted, so you settled for a medium.

you grab the fresh scrubs and head back toward him. you announce yourself again and hold the new scrubs through the curtain. he takes them, muttering a soft thank you as you hear rustling behind the curtain.

"can you um- come in here for a second?"

you hear his voice call out. you nod, even though he can't see you, and step inside. you immediately slide the curtain shut behind you. but, much to your perverted dismay, he was already in the new scrubs and covered. however, you realize that maybe the medium was a little small. you noticed the way the fabric sat a little tight around his biceps, willing yourself to look away before you could dwell on it anymore. he pretends not to notice your averted gaze and your flustered expression.

"did i miss anything? i'm not sure where it did or didn't land."

you look up at him, slightly confused before getting the hint. you glance around, examining his body for any missed stains or spots. what you don't realize yet is the way his gaze was stuck on you. seeing the way your eyes roam over him, even if it was meant to be professional, had him feeling aware of every inch of himself. you were much more attractive than he'd ever noticed before. granted, he really did try to keep his eyes to himself because he was afraid people would find him strange otherwise.

when you look back up at him, he feels his heart rate skyrocket. what the hell was happening to him right now? he recognized that you were having a similar reaction, the flushed color never leaving your face.

"all good... didn't see anything else."

your voice was softer this time, which made everything worse for him. he found himself wanting to hear it again, particularly by saying his name or telling him about your day. he shook his head slightly, grabbing the supplies and discarding them properly. he turns back to you, that sheepish little grin on his face.

"better get back to it, right?"

"would you be willing to get drinks with me sometime?"

you blurt out, feeling suddenly brave in that moment. his eyes widen ever so slightly, but he recovers easily.

"um- sure. i was actually supposed to go with trinity and mel tonight. maybe you could join us?"

you think for a moment before nodding slowly.

"i'd really like that. thank you, dr. whitaker."

you smile softly, rubbing the back of one of your arms.

"dennis is fine... or huckleberry if you feel so inclined."

he admits reluctantly, causing you to chuckle. you stick with dennis, not wanting to tarnish his special nickname. you two walk out together, earning yourselves a couple curious glances, which makes you both flustered all over again. definitely could have planned that better. you two go about your days, the hours going by surprisingly fast due to the high volume of patients coming and in and out of the department. it wasn't until almost 10 p.m. that you had managed to get out into the fresh air.

you meet up with dennis, trinity, and mel. the four of you walk together to the local bar, all ready to leave the stressful shift behind you. you guys find a table, ordering drinks and then carrying on conversations that consisted mainly of gossip about the department. you learned more juicy details about trinity's relationship (if you could even call it that). you also learned something that you wish you hadn't about dennis, which was the fact that he'd been staying with a woman lately. amy, the young widow who was raising a child on her own while simultaneously trying to run a farm.

you feel your heart sink when you see the way his face lights up while talking about her. if only he could look like that when he talked about you. you force yourself to move on from the thought, tuning back into the conversation. trinity is cracking jokes left and right, causing you to laugh like you never had before. in the end, you were grateful for the escape and spending quality time with new friends. a couple hours later, you all head out and prepare to part ways. you wave goodbye to everyone, turning to walk in the opposite direction of them. before you can get far, you hear dennis calling out to you.

"hey, um- that was fun. you should... join us again."

"yeah, i'd like that a lot."

you nod slowly, with a small smile. you force yourself to look away from him, already deciding that you'd had enough of your lovesick thoughts about a man who clearly wasn't interested. he's confused by your sudden change in expression, but decides not to question it.

"i can walk you home."

he offers, but you shake your head, politely declining. the thought of having to spend another second with him was more trouble than it was worth. he nods in understanding, bidding you goodbye before catching up with trinity. your walk home is lonely, but calm, thankfully. you felt like you shouldn't have been so affected by the fact that dennis basically had a girlfriend, even though he'd deny it to no end. a girlfriend with a fucking kid, no less. you run a hand over your face, the exhaustion seeping into your bones.

you get home and go through your nighttime routine. showering, doing your skincare, everything minimal that you'd normally do. you were asleep no sooner than your head hit the soft pillows on your bed. the rest of your week went by without any new incidents worth noting. the same could be said for at least the next month or two. you started to notice a shift in energy between yourself and dennis. you'd caught him staring at you more times than you could count, always there to compliment you on your work. he thought he was subtle about it, but that couldn't have been further from the truth.

you didn't hear much talk about amy and the farm anymore, wondering if that was on purpose or not. you learned, namely from joy who loved to eavesdrop, that dennis had actually stopped visiting amy. nobody knew the reason why, but you couldn't ignore the way your heart fluttered at the thought that maybe it was because of you. it wasn't a stretch to say that the two of you had grown closer. everyone but you seemed to notice the way he started following you around like a lost puppy, despite him technically being your superior as a resident.

he started offering you rides or walks home more often, even bringing you your favorite energy drink when he'd learned that you'd had a rough night before a shift. to you, someone who was more dense than a fruitcake, they were all meant to be friendly. to him, it was quickly becoming a desparate way to prove his feelings for you. joy would tease you endlessly at home for pining over him so hard yet not even realizing he felt the same. it wasn't until one fateful night, dennis was walking you home, but gently grabbed your wrist before you could walk inside.

"i want to take you out. like- like to dinner."

you look at him, eyes widening. you thought maybe you'd misheard him.

"you want to what?"

"take you out... to dinner. or- something like that."

you slowly begin to nod your head, feeling overwhelmed with excitement. he smiles when he sees the smile that slowly crept over your face, so he takes this moment to interlace your fingers with his. you feel your skin tingle and heat up at the contact, unsure of what to do next. he gently pulls you closer, and when you let it happen, he takes a deep breath before leaning in to press his lips against yours. you hum against his lips, returning the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck. unbeknownst to you, joy was standing at the window, fighting back a gag at the cheesy situation.

it wasn't until you were inside, that she informed you how she'd seen it all. you feel like dying from embarrassment, because joy really had to lay it on thick.

"jesus- i thought i was gonna watch you melt into a puddle right there."

she's chuckling while you hide your face in your hands, tossing your bag on the floor by the shoe rack. you roll your eyes at her, going back to the bathroom to unwind from the day. despite not appreciating all the teasing sometimes, you loved joy to bits. you spent every night you could together watching some stupid reality show that had you both getting rage baited and hollering at the TV. when you go to bed that night, you think about what it would be like to fall asleep in dennis's arms. the thought warms your heart, and you drift off.

a couple days later, the dinner date was happening. he'd picked you up from your apartment, taking you to an italian restaurant. it wasn't anything crazy fancy, per your request. but you still took the time to get dolled up, excited at the thought of being able to get ready for an outing for the first time in a while. he was wearing a nice pair of slacks and a light colored sweater. hot and had a sense of fashion, you were so done for. as expected, the date went swimmingly. you two shared laughter over more gossiping about the department, naturally.

but something about dennis that really had you feeling warm and fuzzy was the way he wanted to learn everything there was to know about you. he'd answer any of your questions, but he was more interested in learning about you. you hadn't felt so wanted in a long time, and it was starting to get to you. you knew it was moving too fast, but you found yourself wanting to spend as much as time as possible with him. so when he drops you off at your apartment that night, you invite him inside, being honest about not wanting the night to end.

he agrees without hesitation, especially after you tell him that joy would be out for the night. he wasn't planning anything nefarious, but he knew joy and how she'd linger, teasing both of you every chance she got and snickering to herself. you two are cuddled up on the couch, watching a comedy movie. his arm was wrapped snugly around your shoulder, while your head rested against his. every soft laugh from his lips was a soothing balm to your soul. at some point, your eyes were solely focused on him instead of the movie. you admired the sharp lines of his side profile, nose, jawline, all of it. he was too handsome to properly put in words.

he feels your gaze on him, mustering up the courage to finally turn his head and look at you. as soon as your eyes meet, you both are starting to breathe heavily. he swallows, eyes flitting back and forth between your eyes and your lips. finally, you close the distance between the two of you and kiss him like you'd been waiting your entire life for it. your hands cup his face, while his free hand rests on the outside of your thigh. you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip, sighing with relief as he opens his mouth and lets your tongue invade it.

your tongues are tangling with one another, when he finally pulls you onto his lap. his hands are rubbing over your hips while you explore his mouth with your tongue. he wasn't used to this, feeling a tent already forming in his pants. you feel it, too, pulling back to smirk down at him. you watch his eyes flutter as you roll your hips against him, his grip on your hips tightening. a soft sigh of disappointment comes from him as you stand up. but the want in his expression doubles when you extend your hand down to him. he takes it, allowing you to lead him back to your bedroom. no sooner than you shut the door is he shoving you up against it (gently, of course).

he takes his turn at devouring your mouth, his hands roaming all over your soft body. you feel his hand slide down your tummy, then beneath your waistband and ghosting over your clothed center. you moan into his mouth, back arching off the door and against him. desperately needing to hear more of you, he then slips his hand into your panties and starts to rub at your clit with his long fingers. your grind yourself against his hand, the friction enough to make your knees weak.

"oh god, denny..."

you whine softly, your hands tangling in his soft curls. he feels his cock standing at full attention at the nickname falling from your lips.

"you're beautiful..."

he pants out before slipping two of his fingers inside of you. you feel your legs almost give out, but he's got a good hold on you. he tugs your panties down enough with his free hand to give him a better angle. his fingers piston in and out of you, curling just right into that spot that made you squirm. you were so right about how good he'd be with his hands. he moves his hand to where the flat of his palm rubs against your clit while his fingers are inside, and it's enough to have your eyes rolling back into your head. he can't get enough of you like this, you looked so fucking pretty letting go for him like this.

when he feels you clenching around him, he keeps his efforts steady. he coaxes you through your orgasm, letting your head rest against his chest while the rest of your body trembles slightly. he guides you toward the bed, trying to lie you down, but you stop him. he was standing right above you, making you practically eye level with his bulge. you glance up at him, your fingers gliding against his belt buckle. he shivers at the minimal touch, but nods. you undo his belt, tossing it to the floor. next, came his zipper and his boxers. you lowered them just enough for his leaking cock to spring out.

you weren't sure what to expect, but it was no secret that he was above average in many ways. you take his cock into your hands, grip firm as you stroke him eagerly. you swipe your thumb over the tip, collecting some of the pre leaking from it. he groans, hands resting on your shoulders while you pump his cock. he wasn't going to last long, but you didn't care. you stroked him like your life depended on it. right before he came, you took the tip into your mouth. you feel him twitch in your mouth as the warm liquid spills over your tongue and down your throat. all he can do is let out strangled moans and watch with a lustful gaze as you swallow every last drop.

"you taste really good..."

you giggle up at him, rubbing your hands over his bare hips. he can't help but chuckle in return. but he's rendered speechless again when you strip yourself bare and lay back on your bed. if he thought you were beautiful before, nothing could compare to the view you were giving him right now. he does the same, removing his own clothes before carefully climbing on top of you. he leans down and kisses you roughly, feeling your legs part for him to slot between them. he pulls back to watch as he drags his tip through your swollen folds, collecting your slick as he rubs it over your clit. the sight was so lewd to him, but he couldn't help it. he can hear you gasping beneath him, seeing the way your thighs twitch at every rub over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"are you... ready for me?"

he asks a bit nervously, to which you nod quickly. he obliges and gently pushes himself inside of you. the feeling of you around him has his entire body feeling weak. you wrap your arms around him as he holds your thighs while beginning to thrust into you.

"you feel incredible."

he groans, watching the way your face contorted with pleasure. he could tell you were feeling good, but something wasn't right. he pulls out, looking down at you as he brainstormed.

"what's wrong, denny?"

"nothing... i just have an idea."

he spoke resassuringly, sitting back on the bed, criss crossing his legs. you sit up, looking at him curiously. he reaches for your hands, guiding you over to him.

"sit and wrap your legs around me."

holy shit... you nod and do as he says, heart racing at the super intimate position. he sheathes himself inside of you again, and you moan loudly. you cling to him, your foreheads press together as he moves your hips against him. every rock of your hips against him has his lower stomach brushing against your clit. the movement was sensual, providing just enough stimulation to keep you clenching just right around him. he kisses you softly, wrapping his arms around you, hands splayed across your back. when you start to take over and speed up the movement of your hips, dennis knew he was a goner.

your moans intensify as the sound of skin slapping against skin starts to echo through the room. he can feel you getting closer, and he's right there with you.

"fuck, denny... i'm gonna cum."

you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders.

"i've got you, let go for me. i'm close too, baby."

his soft voice and the delicious angle of his cock inside you were your undoing. you came around him, head falling back as your body practically vibrates from your orgasm. he spills inside of you, holding you impossibly close as you both ride out your highs. he kisses you again, not letting you catch your breath just yet. you cup his face in your hands, returning the kiss with shared desperation.

he lays back against the bed, pulling you with him so your head was resting against his chest. he presses a soft kiss to your hairline as his hand runs up and down your back.

"damn..."

he spoke quietly, unable to find the right words to describe how good he felt just now. you chuckle in response, kissing his cheek.

"that's one word for it."

you smile, his hand slides down to give your ass a soft pat.

"let's get you cleaned up... i really want to finish that movie."

"wow, denny. you're saying the movie is more entertaining than sex with me?"

"WHAT- no no that's not what i'm saying! i just thought it would be a nice way to end the night. "

he sputters as you sit up and his hands don't leave you. you smirk over at him, leaning in to give him another kiss.

"just teasing you."

his shoulders slump when you kiss him, letting out a relieved sigh.

"you're kinda mean, you know?"

"must be why you can't get enough of me."

you tease, leading him into the bathroom so the two of you could shower together. for the record, he did not leave that shower untouched. and he would rest easy tonight knowing that, from now on, you'd jump his bones at any given opportunity.

a/n: LOTUS POSITION WITH DENNY RUFF RUFF RUFF. ALSO, realized that i haven't been adding corny memes to the end of my fics so i need to get back on that shit IMMEDIATELY. as always, THANK YOU FOR READING, LOTS OF LOVE, AND STAY SEXAAAYYY!!!!!!! <3333

request from @weedandwhitaker !! thank you sm for participating <3

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who’s taking requests for whitaker i have An idea

it does involve smut so if that’s not your thing you can ignore this <3

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finally got to show my bestie the pitt last night when we were super drunk and i felt like a college professor teaching a seminar in a good way

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