Part two!!!! I'm hyped are you guys hyped :3
CW: SMUT, MDNI!!! Infidelity, cheating, Dennis Whitaker x reader, oral (f!receiving) , pet names (babydoll), plot w/ porn
"You deserve the world. He can't give you that."
Part 2/2 - find part one here!
You thought you had completely humiliated yourself when you asked your resident, Dennis Whitaker to come over to your apartment after this shift. Surprisingly, you didn't.
When he actually accepted and said "I'd love to." You thought you lost your mind. It finally settled in your mind that you did that. And it worked. And now Dennis was going to your apartment tonight.
You had settled on a time. 8:30pm. You figured today was a slow day, and there was no reason to stay overtime any later than 8 o'clock, and your place was like 10 minutes away. It was self explanatory.
You nervously said, "I'm excited. I'll see you there."
You're excited? Jesus Christ, what a way to throw yourself at him. You thought to yourself while you walked out of the lounge. You looked back at Dennis with a smile. Afterwards, he sat where he was. For a while.
It was 7:30pm when you finally got off work. You didn't see Dennis at all after the interaction in the lounge. You didn't worry too much about it, though.
When you got home, you rushed into the shower. To say it was an everything shower was an understatement. You washed, scrubbed, exfoliated, shaved.. over and over again until your vanilla bean body wash was permanently soaked into your skin.
Then you sat and did nothing. You tried reading, watching TV, anything. But you couldn't. Your mind was elsewhere. Your mind was on Dennis.
Like the beautiful, punctual man he was, he knocked on your door at 8:30 exactly. Not a second before or after. You practically jumped up from the couch when you heard it. You made sure to look through the peephole, just to confirm it was him, but you knew it was.
"Hi. Just uh.. wait a sec, please," you said. You didn't even do anything, just stood there taking deep breaths. Before finally opening the door.
Once your anxiety wore down and you became less awkward, you two actually had a nice conversation. You talked about work, life outside of work (which was very little), relationships old and new...
That's when Dennis started looking around, and noticed everything in this apartment looked like... you. Nothing of James'.
"Yeah, he uh.. said he didn't wanna move in until he graduated med school. Said it would be a 'distraction' otherwise.." you explained, kind of embarrassed.
Dennis didn't really know what to say. He just let out a small 'oh'.
After a while, you guys started talking again. Anything that came to mind.
"God, I'm such a bad host. Do you want anything to eat or drink?" you asked as you stood up, the embarrassment slowly increased.
"Oh uh.. no, I'm okay," He paused. "I'm perfectly content right here." He said with a soft smile, a hand just as soft if not softer reaching for your knee.
You froze. Okay cool. This is happening and I'm not crazy! Cool. You thought to yourself, internally freaking out. You smiled back. That was all you could do.
You can't even remember how it happened, but his hand reaching for you led to you reaching for him, and soon enough you were making out with Dennis Whitaker.
You wanted to be ashamed. You had a boyfriend after all. But you couldn't bring yourself to care at this moment. Everything felt good. It felt like your soul left your body, and you weren't even controlling your ragged breaths or quick movements. It was like you were outside of it all, watching it happen.
You eventually got to your bedroom, and that's when you actually started freaking out.
This was actually happening. Oh my god. You almost couldn't believe it, like it was one of those dreams that felt so real.
"You're okay with this, right?" Dennis asked before doing anything.
You couldn't help but let out a small whimper as Dennis pulled down your shorts and panties, the cold air hitting your already soaking cunt.
"Jesus Christ..." Dennis moaned out just at the sight of you, all vulnerable and absolutely beautiful. It took him a while before he actually did anything. He was just staring, admiring all of you while you were sprawled out for him.
"You look... Beautiful." He said, kissing up your bare thighs, becoming closer and closer to the growing heat in between them.
"S-shut up," you looked away from him, blushing and sweating even more profusely. You never knew how to take compliments, since you rarely ever got them anymore.
Then he practically dove in, lapping and swirling his tongue around your swollen, achy clit. It was definitely a shock to you. You weren't expecting it so quickly and out of nowhere. But you did not protest.
"Mmh- Fuck!" You moaned, nothing but pleasure running through your veins at this moment.
"Jesus," he pulled away, "tastes so good. Bet he doesn't do this to you, huh?" He asked, looking up at you from between your legs. He wasn't really asking you, because he knew. He knew he didn't.
Dennis continued working with his mouth on you, saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth before dripping onto the bed. A mixture of fluids, spit and arousal covered your sheets.
When he moved his hand up, you could almost tell what was coming. Soon enough he was pumping his pointer and middle fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing rhythmed circles over your clit.
You were pretty much falling apart. You could feel the knot in your stomach build up, and it was becoming unbearable. He was still using his tongue, as well as his fingers. You could feel yourself becoming overstimulated. But you didn't hate it.
"Dennis- 'm gonna-" you barely could get out the words, being a stuttering mess and all.
"Gonna cum?" He asked, again, a rhetorical question. "That's okay. Let go f'me. Show me what I've been missing out on, 'n what he'll continue to."
You squirmed, whimpered, moaned, groaned, all of the above until you couldn't take it anymore more. Heat pooled out of you and onto Dennis's fingers and tongue. You thought he'd be disgusted. Did I really just do that? On him?? You thought to yourself. You were ashamed until you saw him lick his lips and suck the arousal off his fingers. Woah.
He moved up on the bed and to your side, and kissed you. You could taste yourself on him.
"I'm gonna clean you up, okay? You were amazing, babydoll," was all he said before getting up and going into your bathroom, getting a washcloth and wetting it.
a/n: so I actually don't know what my problem is with procrastinating shit but here it is.... I tried not to forget about this but it took me a while as you can tell... Also my first time writing smut.. how'd I do 🥺🥺 let me know how you guys liked it!
