#Dennis Baker x reader

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Sweet Redemption

Title: Sweet Redemption

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Word Count: 5.5K

Summary: You move into the neighborhood and meet Dennis Baker, a man in the middle of a divorce. Trying to keep yourself honest, you keep him at a distance. But you're drawn together after a mishap online. Will it end sweetly or on a sour note?

Warnings: ending of a marriage due to infidelity, nosy neighbors, slight social media stalking, alcohol consumption, premature ejaculation, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, hyperspermia, mention of bodily fluids

Beta: @peyton-warren

A/N: This all started as a dream, and no it wasn’t like a Stephanie Meyer situation. More like, I dreamt of Dennis cumming in his pants from getting too excited and then 5,000+ words fell out of my fingers. So, enjoy!!

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It’s been the talk of the neighborhood. Mrs. Baker was moving out of the house she shared with Mr. Baker, and it was quite a messy ordeal. It was the stuff of trashy romance novels, but here it was in real life. The worst part was trying to sympathize with Mr. Baker losing his marriage. Of course, this was a sad thing, and you understood that he was distraught. But, ever since last summer at the neighborhood block party, you had been falling for Mr. ‘Please, call me Dennis’ Baker. 

You had just moved in and were excited to get out and meet your new neighbors. You met most of the cul-de-sac the day you moved in. But the Bakers seemed to keep to themselves, for the most part. 

At the block party, you made baked goods for everyone to enjoy. The first person to come and try your lemon bars was Mr. Baker. He stormed out of his house a few moments prior, and you tried to keep your eyes to yourself, but you couldn’t help but watch as he charged to a cooler holding beer and pulled out a fresh bottle. 

Using his shirt to cover the cap before he twisted it, you got a sneak peek of his washboard abs and happy trail. Tossing the bottle cap back into the cooler, he took a long pull of the hoppy liquid, swiping the bottle across his forehead to cool himself down. He took off his glasses to wipe off the sweat on his brow and put them back on, surveying the cul-de-sac.

As soon as he saw you, he seemed to be transfixed. He walked over to your lawn, where you had set up a little table with your lemon bars and some fresh, ice-cold lemonade. He reached over the table, offering his large hand for a handshake, and you loved having your hand in his, even if only for a moment. His grip was firm, and his smile was wide.

“You just moved in, yeah? I’m Dennis Baker. Welcome to the neighborhood,” he bantered, his gemstone-blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

“Thank you, Mr. Baker,” you mumbled, adding your name at the end.

“Nice to meet you. And please, call me Dennis,” he encouraged, looking down at the treats between you. “Lemon bars are my favorite.”

You lift the tray so he can take one. “Try one before Mrs. Johnson brings her grandkids over and there are none left,” you insisted, nodding to where the older woman was wrangling the kids.

He laughed, the sound tickling your eardrums. “I think you’re right, they look ravenous,” he joked, picking up one of the bars between his fingers and biting into the sweet yet tart delight. 

His eyes closed, a sinful moan escaping his lips as he finished. He sucked on his thumb and forefinger to get every last morsel of the delicacy, but a crumb stayed behind on his plump, pink lips.

You grabbed a napkin, and before you knew what you were doing, you dabbed at his lip to wipe away the offensive piece of shortbread crust. You froze, your hand gripping the napkin so close to his succulent mouth, ready to apologize for treating him like a messy child. But he saves you from your embarrassment.

“I swear, I am such a mess. My wife will tell you the same damn thing, I'm sure," he lamented, a nervous chuckle on his lips as he took the napkin from your hand and wiped his mouth.

“Dennis!” His wife stands outside their front door with her hands on her hips. Her ash blonde waves reflected the sunlight, but the fire in her eyes made you want to be swallowed up into the earth. 

“Speak of the devil, and she shall appear,” he mumbles lowly, just loud enough for you to catch what he said. “Um, thanks for the, uh, lemon bar. I’ll see you around, I guess.” He smiles at you, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and you immediately feel the urge to wrap your arms around him and tell him that everything will be ok.

Instead, you smile back politely and give a little wave. You watch him until he turns around to walk back to his house, busying yourself with pouring a cup of lemonade. You gulped the drink in one go, trying to soothe your suddenly dry mouth, when Mrs. Johnson walked over.

“Alright, kids. Take one lemon bar and go sit down in the shade, ok?” One by one, the three youngsters take a napkin and a lemon bar, and you pour each a glass of lemonade. Once they have their snacks, they walk back to sit under the shade of a tree. You almost forgot Mrs. Johnson was still there until she cleared her throat. “So, I see you met Mr. Baker. Easy with that one, honey.”

“I’m sorry?” you asked, knowing damn well what she meant.

“He’s married, child. Unhappily, but still very much married,” she began, shaking her head as she watched Dennis’ retreating form enter his front door. When she turned back around, she looked you right in the eyes and started to whisper. “Now, you didn’t hear this from me. But word on the street is they’re in the middle of a divorce because of infidelity. That hussy went and got mixed up with the pool boy, and poor Dennis was the last to know, of course. And I don’t mean to lecture you on who you should be drooling over, but I can’t help wanting to make sure you know what you are getting into, baby.”

“I’m not—I wasn’t drooling. We barely even spoke,” you stuttered, shaking your head.

“Mhm, okay. Just try your best to wait for the ink to dry on that divorce decree, alright?” She patted your hand that lay on the table, then walked back to her grandchildren.

‘Well, that was fun,’ you thought to yourself. You poured yourself another lemonade, took a sip, and peeked over the top of the cup to see the blinds closing quickly in the front window of the Baker house. Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you packed up your small table to take everything back inside. 

Over the last year, you heeded Mrs. Johnson’s warning and managed to keep Dennis at arm’s length. You greeted each other when you happened to check the mailbox at the same time, exchanged recipes when you bumped into one another at the grocery store, and even commented on the other’s social media posts. 

Speaking of social media, you noticed when Dennis cropped his wife out of a few photos. You hated to admit it, but you stalked his page more than once. It became a habit of yours to scroll through his posts now and then. He usually reposted articles about creative writing workshops and local beer tastings. You watched the evolution of his life from a man divorcing his wife to a man who looked forward to the future.

One night, while enjoying a glass of wine, you open your laptop and begin scrolling through your feed. You find yourself clicking on an article about online dating and pushing past the fear of putting yourself out there. As you reach the end of the piece, you click the thumbs-up button and are shown other names of friends who also liked it. And that’s when you see it.

‘Dennis Baker also liked this.’ 

So, it looked like Dennis was ready to move on. You chew your lip, thinking a million things all at once. You click out of the article and resume scrolling for the night. 

After about a half hour, you get up to refresh your chardonnay. As you pour a healthy glass, you hear a ‘ding’ come from your laptop. Returning to the couch, you set down your glass and pick up the computer. 

You search the screen for what could have made that sound, and you spot a notification in the corner. Clicking it reveals a pop-up that says, ‘Dennis Baker liked your photo.’. Clicking it again, you are shown the photo in question. It’s a selfie you took about three weeks ago when you and a few friends went to the beach. You smile at the camera lens and show off your skimpy two-piece bathing suit as you lay on a lounger.

This man liked your thirst trap from three weeks ago, at 10:36 pm on a Thursday. It could be a fluke, but it could be that this man stalks your page as well. You don’t have the chance to ponder it in-depth because you are startled by another ‘ding’.

This time, there is an alert from the Messenger app. 

‘You have a new message from Dennis Baker.’

You waste no time clicking the notification and are brought to the web-based messenger. 

Hey, what are the chances that my liking your photo just now isn’t creepy??

Not creepy at all 😉

Just unexpected

Then again, it is a thirst trap, guess it worked lol

Oh, it definitely worked 😁

And by that, I mean you take great selfies

You looked beautiful, I mean

I am shit at this, I’m sorry

You wish you could reach through the computer screen and cradle his face in your hands and tell him that everything is fine. But instead, you gush over him calling you beautiful, and try to lighten the mood.

No apologies necessary

And thank you for the compliment 😉

What are you up to tonight?

Besides flattering me ☺️

I was just taking a break from writing

Have a deadline coming up and my mind is a mess

Saw you were online, so I figured ‘why not’

Still getting used to a quiet house

I’m sorry

You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart

That responsibility belongs to my ex-wife

But enough about her, what are you doing up so late?

Just enjoying some wine 😉

And I also don’t like the quiet all the time

Sometimes you just want a body next to you

The chardonnay gave you some liquid courage, allowing you to say what you think.

I doubt that was an invitation

But

If you wanted, I wouldn’t mind the company

You could relax and have some wine

And I could get some writing done

Totally up to you

I would love the company as well

I’m sure Mrs. Johnson and the other old bitties would talk about us though

Let them talk, doesn’t bother me one bit

Mrs. Johnson doesn’t scare me

And either way, it’s our business

Not hers

Not that we have business

I’m shutting up now

‘A man this wonderful should never have to feel like he isn’t allowed to express himself,’ you thought to yourself. Plus, you know you wouldn’t exactly mind it if you and he did have some ‘business’.

I know what you mean

You don’t have to shut up lol

But I think I might go to bed in a bit

Yeah it is getting late

Do you want to exchange numbers?

No pressure, of course

Just figured it would be easier than this

Yeah that sounds great

You exchange numbers and smile at your phone before saving his contact and returning to your online chat.

Well, good luck writing

And don’t stay up too late 😉

I’ll try my best

Good night, sweetheart 😁

Good night, Dennis

You close your laptop and gulp down the rest of your wine. Well, so much for keeping him at arm’s length.

Throughout the next week, you and Dennis send texts back and forth from morning to midnight. You find out you have similar interests in movies and humor, but you differ in music and food tastes. Both of you love horror films and John Mulaney stand-up. You enjoy any music you could dance to and trying interesting new foods, while he likes easy listening and “nothing too spicy”.

Good morning and good night texts sandwich your other messages that range from fascinating to mundane. If you were honest with yourself, there were moments where you wish the texts would get a bit spicier. You didn’t want to force him into a conversation he wasn’t ready to have. Also, you didn’t want to assume he would ever want to have a conversation like that.

You invited Dennis over on Friday night; neither of you had plans, and you were feeling a bit on the lonely side since your friends all had significant others to hang out with. You get home from work, take a shower, and change into some comfy loungewear. 

Just as you are finishing your dinner dishes, you get a text from Dennis asking if he can head over. After sending a quick text to the affirmative, you set your phone on the counter. You’re drying your wine glass from dinner when your doorbell rings. You hang up your dish towel and go to answer the door.

You check your appearance in the mirror in the foyer and are pleased with yourself. Opening the door, you are greeted by a smiling Dennis who holds his laptop case in one hand and a bottle of your favorite red blend in the other. More wine!You step aside to let him into your house and note that he looks relaxed for once.

“I picked this up for you. I remember you saying that you liked it,” he says, giving you the bottle once he is in your living room. The self-satisfied smile on his face does nothing to quell the fire between your legs.

“Thank you, Dennis,” you beam, taking the bottle in one hand while the other squeezes his bicep. You’re surprised when he flexes under your grip, biting your lip and rushing to the kitchen to open the bottle.

“No problem, sweetheart. Mind if I get set up here on the couch?” He inquires, already sitting down and taking out his laptop.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. There’s an outlet for your charger on the wall next to the—”

“I got it!” He interjects, cutting you off and plugging in his charger. He sits again and starts to boot up his laptop, looking over at you and noticing you are having trouble opening the wine. 

He walks over to you, taking the bottle and corkscrew from your hands after wordlessly offering help. Effortlessly, he pops the cork on the bottle and pours you a healthy glass. You accept the wine, take a sip, and thank him for his help.

“Next time, just say that you need help. I’m not gonna think any less of you, sweetheart,” he reassures, smiling and rubbing a hand down your arm. 

You stand there looking up at him, wishing you weren’t intimidated by this normally unassuming man. Clearing your throat, you find your voice. 

“Come on, you told me you were gonna read me some of what you’re writing,” you probe, nodding to the couch.

“That’s right, I did say that,” he snorts, running a hand through his hair and walking back to the living room. “But, remember, I’m no Shakespeare. So, don’t expect this to be—”

“Dennis?” You cut him off, your hand going to his solid shoulder.

“Yeah?” His soft, aquamarine orbs move to you.

“Shut up and show me your work,” you insist, dropping your hand from his arm so you don’t accidentally ruffle his hair. He’s so cute when he’s pathetic and down on himself, but you would never tell him that. 

That nervous laugh of his is your absolute favorite; it never disappoints. 

“Alright, um, this one I’m working on is about the new brewery that opened up on Main Street a few months ago. It’s owned by this guy who used to own another brewery with friends, but one day he just decided to open this place. Anyway, uh, I’ll start here,” he begins, adjusting his glasses on his face.

Dennis launches into a tale about a brewmaster who decides to follow his dream of being the sole owner of a brewery, leaving behind his skeptical friends and doubtful family. Against all odds, he was able to find a building that was available for purchase in his budget. Along with help from a friend who was an interior designer, he created an inviting space where people could not only come to have a drink but also learn about the brewing process.

The way he wrote about the owner’s friends and family not believing in him sounded like he knew what it was like to be doubted, to be second-guessed. You sip from your glass while Dennis reads aloud, and you study him. 

He fidgets while he speaks, fingers smoothing over the keys until he uses the trackpad to scroll down to the next paragraph. While he scrolls, his tongue pokes out of his mouth to moisten his bottom lip. Now and then, he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

He ends the story with some flowery words about overcoming odds, trusting your gut, and being your own biggest motivator. Had those words come from anyone else, you wouldn’t have believed them. But because you know what Dennis has gone through and have seen with your own eyes how he has persevered, you are drawn in by the words like a moth to a flame.

“So, come on. What is your honest opinion? I promise I won’t be offended,” he sighs, expecting the worst.

You’re unsure if you are drunk from the good wine or moved by his words. But instead of trying to figure it out, you drain your glass and set it on the coffee table. You then turn to Dennis and move his laptop to the coffee table as well; all the while he furrows his brow and waits to see what you’re up to.

You get up on your knees, move Dennis' clammy hands away from nervously rubbing his thighs, and climb onto his lap. His eyes widen, and you can tell he doesn’t know what to do as you invade his space. When you settle in straddling his legs, your hands go to his chest. You’re not surprised when firm pecs greet your palms or when a bulge twitches under your ass.

“Dennis, you are an amazing writer. I was hooked from the first sentence. I can tell how passionate you are about writing. Makes me wonder if you’re passionate like that in other areas,” you confess, licking your wine-stained lips and sliding your hands from his chest to rest on his shoulders.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows deeply before speaking. “Th—thank you, sweetheart. I mean, it’s just a puff piece I was working on. You should see what Nathan comes up with; he’s already a junior editor, and—”

“Dennis?” You cut him off, covering his mouth with your forefinger in a ‘shhh’ gesture. “With all due respect, I don’t care what Nathan does. I’m complimenting you, and you will accept it. When I move my finger from your lips, you will say, ‘Thank you’ and we will move on, ok?”

He nods quickly, his glasses sliding down his nose a bit. You remove your finger from his lips and adjust his glasses for him. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his hands at his sides and aching to touch you.

“Good boy,” you tease, biting your lip in a devilish grin. You notice his breathing quicken. And was that a whimper? A pink hue dusts his cheeks and the tips of his ears, and you realize he’s very much turned on. You are so mesmerized by how hot he looks that you are rendered speechless, allowing Dennis to take it the wrong way.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”

This time, you cut off his words with a kiss. As soon as your mouths touch, you feel a slight flutter in your chest. It’s just a brush of lips, a fleeting second where you throw caution to the wind. But you’re convinced this is just the beginning.

Leaning back, you look into Dennis’ eyes. Searching for what, you don’t know. He lets out a breath, saying nothing while his hands remain at his sides. The moment stretches long enough that you begin to think that you fucked up.

You tremble, afraid that you may have crossed a line. “Fuck, I’m so sor—”

Now, it’s your turn to get cut off. His large hand raises to touch your cheek, his thumb on your lips. “Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, since that day at the block party. I can’t believe that you want me, too.”

Instead of responding, your hand grips his wrist, and you open your mouth to take the tip of his thumb between your lips. You suck on his thumb sinfully, watching as his pupils dilate. Swirling your tongue around his digit, you close your eyes and savor the little noises he makes.

As you let his thumb slip from your lips, you adjust yourself in his lap. The hardening length in his pants brushes against your ass. He hisses, a mixture of pleasure and pain on his face. You gyrate your hips slowly, setting a rhythm of teasing him before you lean in to nip and kiss his neck. 

His hands go to your waist, guiding you as you grind into him. “Is this ok, sweetheart?” 

“Mhm,” you murmur between the kisses you leave on his neck. 

His grip on you tightens momentarily, and he lets out a breathy groan. You feel his arms wrap around you, and he pulls you close, effectively stopping you from moving your hips any longer. Your arms encircle him, your hand tangling in his dishwater-blonde hair. 

You sit there, enveloped in each other until you realize Dennis just came in his pants. Lifting yourself, you spot the wet spot on his jeans. In place of feeling grossed out by the offensive patch of cum, you are even more aroused than you were while you rode his lap. You just made this man cum in his pants; you couldn’t be prouder.

“Good going, Dennis. You just came in your pants like a horny teenager. Maybe you do have a bad penis,” he says to himself, just loud enough for you to hear.

You ignore his negative self-talk and remove yourself from his grip, standing up before him. He looks so small as he sits there, and all you want to do is cuddle him like a hurt puppy. But rather than cuddle, you determine it’s your turn to cum with his help.

“Dennis, get up and follow me,” you order, already walking away. You hear his soft footfalls behind you, doing as he’s told.

Once you get to your bedroom, you sit at the edge of the bed and move yourself to lie back on your pillows. You instruct him to take off his jeans and lay next to you. He takes off all of his clothing, leaving his boxer briefs on to cover his softening cock.

When he is on the bed, he silently asks for permission to undress you by tucking his fingers in your bottoms. You nod, lying on your back, and he gets to work. Pulling down your leggings, he peppers your legs with kisses. With your pants off, he can see the small damp patch in your underwear and lets out a whimper. 

“Dennis, do you want to eat my pussy?” you hint, widening your legs.

“Yes, please, can I?” he pleads, smoothing a hand up your thigh.

“Finish undressing me and then lay down so I can ride that pretty face of yours,” you direct, smiling up at him as he hovers above you.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he replies, carefully helping you undress fully. He lays down, his head supported by one of your pillows. You face away from him, throwing one leg over his torso, scooting up until your vagina is just above his lips. “Take everything you need. Use me, sweetheart.”

Lowering yourself, you are met with his hot, wet mouth. He licks a stripe between your folds, splitting you down the middle. Once he gets to your soaked entrance, he laps up what nectar has accumulated there, moaning all the while. Your hands go to his abdomen to hold yourself up, marveling at how sculpted he is.

His hands grip your ass, opening you up so he can dive in further. The sloppy sounds of him slurping up your juices only serve to make you whimper and call out his name. He eats you out like it’s his dream come true, and you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

His tongue swirls around your clit then flicks up and down on the sensitive bead until you’re a moaning mess. Your eyes lose focus for a second, and when you regain sight, you notice his hardening length. You watch his cock bob as you let out a particularly breathy whine.

When he changes tactics and sucks on your clit, you keen like a cat in heat. You can feel yourself reaching the point of no return quicker than you thought possible. He moans into your sex when you lean forward and palm him through his boxer briefs. Your hand can barely fit around it, and the sight alone has you pressing yourself further into Dennis’ mouth.

He begins to pump into your hand as you rub your soaked pussy up and down his face, taking what you need just like he said you could. With the way his mouth slides across your snatch, you’re getting beard burn, and you couldn’t give two shits. You fuck yourself on his tongue, your clit stimulated by his bottom lip. 

Within a handful of minutes, you’re gushing into his mouth, and he is drinking you down until you have nothing left to give. He lazily presses kisses to your outer labia as you catch your breath. When you can’t take anymore, he helps you lie down next to him.

He wraps his arms around you, soothing a hand down your arm as you come down from your high. You come back to yourself once you feel his hard dick slightly pressing into your hip. You say nothing at first until you realize he’s canting his hips and humping into you like a horny puppy.

You reach for his erection, slipping your hand into his underwear and stroking him. The tighter your grip, the louder he groans. You turn slightly to face him and help him remove his last article of clothing. His uncut cock is heavy as it hangs between you. It looks pretty, and you bet it tastes good, too. Licking your lips, you dip your head and lick the bead of precum that leaks from his shiny red tip.

The whimper that leaves his mouth is too precious. You can tell that if you use your mouth on him, he is bound to blow sooner rather than later. You take pity on him and lay on your back again, throwing your leg over his hip. 

“Need you to fuck me, Dennis. Need you so bad,��� you beg, teasing his tip while it sits just under your heat.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? I don’t want you to feel pressured just because we’re naked in bed together,” he counters, courteous to a fault.

“I’m sure, Dennis. I want you. I need you,” you stress, pressing your hips into him.

“It’s okay. I’m right here, sweetheart,” he consoles, turning your head to capture your lips in a kiss. While you kiss, he pushes his tip between your folds, teasing your hole. He slips into your tight entrance, ramming forward until you take him in completely.

Letting you get used to the intrusion, he stills for a beat until you break the kiss. You nod, mutely imploring him to move. He gets the hint, pulling out until only his thick mushroom head is inside you before pushing back in. His grip around your waist tenses as he begins to fuck you in earnest.

Dragging moan after groan from you, he revels in the different noises you make. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as his dick is squeezed by your cunt with every thrust. He pecks your cheek and neck, littering your warm skin with kisses.

As he continues to cuddlefuck you, you’ve never felt safer in a lover’s arms. He periodically asks if you’re okay as if he’s afraid that any false move will have you running for the hills. You hum in approval every time, unsure if your voice can articulate how amazing he makes you feel.

“So good for me, sweetheart. You were made for me. Hmm, I can’t get enough of you. You’re perfect. Every fucking inch of you, sweetheart. Even the parts of you that I don’t know about. I needed this. Needed you, sweetheart. Do you know how beautiful you are?” He babbles as he gets lost pumping inside you.

“Oh, Dennis. Dennis, I’m gonna cum. That’s it, right there,” you ramble, feeling your walls clamp down around his shaft. Your back arches, allowing him to go impossibly deeper. You realize no one has ever made you cum like this, and you bask in the afterglow for as long as you can as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, his hips stuttering as he chases his release. “Right behind you, sweetheart. Ugh, I’m gonna cum. Where-”

“Don’t you dare fucking pull out! Wanna feel you,” you insist, your hand going to his ass to stop him from withdrawing.

“Fuck! Fuck, here it comes,” he howls, stilling his hips as his dick twitches and releases rope after rope of cum inside you. He cums so much that it starts to leak out past his thick meat. “Shit, I can’t believe I’m still cumming, sweetheart. Just keeps going. Oh, God.” You can still feel him spurting cum inside you, and you’re sure that if you weren’t on birth control, he would be impregnating you right now.

As his cock finally softens, it slips free from you along with some of his thick load. Both of you are so tired from your coupling that instead of cleaning up, you remove the comforter from the bed and climb under the sheets. Dennis is the big spoon, attaching himself to you once you press your ass into him.

You sleep soundly that night, lulled by his heartbeat against your back.

After a few months, you make it official. Dennis is yours, and you are his. Neither of you can get enough of each other, and keeping this secret has had its struggles. But together, you could get through anything. Dennis was moving up in his career as a writer, and you were proud to say you made leaps and bounds in your job.

Attending the neighborhood’s Halloween party together, you are dressed as Gomez and Morticia Adams. The way Dennis dotes on you, kissing you every chance he can get, it is the perfect costume. Plus, he looked adorable in that pin-striped suit with his hair slicked back. You were no slouch in your floor-length black long-sleeved fitted dress.

You get some looks and a few smiles as well. But when Dennis makes a bathroom run, you are approached by Mrs. Johnson. She hugs you and chuckles to herself before stepping back and patting your growing tummy. Your eyes widen, and you wonder how she could tell when Dennis didn’t even know.

“So, when can we expect the pitter-patter of little feet?” She inquires, a soft smile on her face.

“I go to the doctor on Tuesday to find out. How the hell did you know?” You challenge, crossing your arms to cover your belly.

“You thought you two were slick, sneaking back and forth to each other’s houses since the summer. Me and the girls have been watching the way you two interact. That’s the look of people in love. Plus, your tits are so big right now they look like you’re smuggling two Christmas hams in that bra,” she laughs again, rubbing your arm when you frown slightly. “Don’t worry, child. That man loves you more than he ever loved that hussy he was married to. Keep doing what you’re doing, and we’ll soon be calling you ‘Mrs. Baker’.”

Dennis appears next to you, whisking you away to the dance floor. He twirls you around and makes you laugh with his terrible dance moves and goofy faces. Nothing makes him happier than making you happy, and vice versa. You two were truly made for each other, and nothing could separate you. 

But the best part? When you are about six months pregnant, you go grocery shopping, running into Dennis's ex-wife in the bread aisle. It's priceless to see the look of shock on her face when she realizes he's the father and your new husband. Life doesn’t get much better than that. 

Dear Life,

Thanks for the lemons!

Sincerely,

The Bakers

A/N: First time writing for Dennis, and I don’t think this will be that last. Please let me know what you think!! I hope you all enjoyed this nutty little story. Sorry for the lemon puns!

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[imyourbratzdoll]

thank you for writing my last request, babe. it was really hot ❤‍🔥

so, how about dennis trying glory hole for the first time after his divorce. take your time to write this. also, can't wait for The Whore's Fairytale 🥹🥹🥹 i bet they are gonna be soooo perfect, like how you are 💙💙

thank you for sending it! I love when you request things! I hope you like this one! ugh, neither can I! dark fairytales are the best, hehe. and awwww, you are so perfect and the best. I love you x

summary - dennis has been feeling sexually frustrated after his divorce (not like he was getting anything whilst married anyway), but he decided to try out a new place that he overheard his colleagues talking about.

warning - smut, glory hole, swearing, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Dennis was nervous. He’d never done this before and felt self-conscious, but he could no longer handle his horniness. He felt like he was going to explode. Dennis had heard one of his colleagues talking about this place and thought, why should he deprive himself of pleasure? 

He looked up, ‘The Strawberry Shack’ neon sign flashed before his eyes. He gulped, walking into the place and smiling slightly at the woman in the front. He slides money to her before she gestures to the room where the women lie, some for blowjobs and some for sex. It was his to choose. Dennis slowly walked through, looking at the many legs and holes before finding the one. You.

Your soft silky legs hang as you lie on the other side. Your glistening cunt was open for any man to use. The sight itself made Dennis’s mouth water. He slowly walks closer, hands hesitantly sliding up your calves to your thighs. Your legs fall open to his touch, a soft moan falling from your lips as your pussy jumps, juices beginning to leak out.

Dennis grunts softly as his pants tighten, his cock swelling until he’s pushing against the zipper. His hand slowly moves toward your sopping cunt, and moans fall from the both of you as his fingers brush against your slit, finding their way to your swollen clit and rubbing it. Your hips twitch, your head flies back, and your eyes roll.

Dennis unzips his pants with his other hand, taking out his thick throbbing member. A raspy groan falls from his lips as his thumb swipes across his leaking tip, gathering his precum before wrapping his hand tightly around his base, stroking his cock and moving closer to your awaiting cunt. His vision nearly goes white when he places his tip against your warm hole, rubbing himself through your folds as he gathers your juices and uses it as lube.

He grips your thighs, pushing slowly into your tight hole. A moan escapes the both of you, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as your walls pulsate around him, gripping his cock as you suck him in. “Fuck!” His gruff voice sends shivers down your spine, causing your cunt to grip him like a vice. Dennis thrusts in, grunting as he holds back from cumming instantly. 

His hands rub your thigh soothingly, and his hips move back before thrusting back into your soaking cunt. His pace begins to pick up, and grunts and groans leave him as he buries himself deep inside you, his cock throbs, pounding harder and faster. His sexual frustrations catch up to him as he gets lost in the pleasure of you. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking good!” Dennis grunts, feeling you tighten around him. “Never felt anything this good. Fuck, keep squeezing me, honey!”

You squeal, nails digging into your palms beside you as your eyes roll to the back of your head. One hand moves to your breast, squeezing it and playing with your nipples. Your sweet moans fill the box, causing Dennis’s cock to twitch inside you. You begin to rock your hips, needing to feel him deeper inside you. You need to feel him forever, and your mind goes blank. Your walls squeeze and pulse around him as he continues to hit your g spot, his fingers rubbing your swollen clit. Your back arches as you cum. Your juices were squirting out of you and covering the mysterious man.

Dennis groans, jaw clenching as he grips you tighter, his hips moving faster and harder as he pounds into you. His balls tighten, cock pulsing and throbbing as he twitches wildly. A rough moan falls from his puffy lips as he spills inside you. “Shit! Shit! Fuckkkk!” His hips stutter, balls emptying before he pulls out slowly. His fingers gently push inside you, thrusting and curling his cum deeper into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as you pant. 

Dennis leans down and places a soft kiss on your hip before he tucks his cock back into his pants. “Thanks, honey. I’ll be back for more.” He gives your leg one last rub before walking off with a skip in his step.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[littlelioncub43]

Fluffy smutty thots about Dennis Baker:

Oh, how this man is hooked on you. He's dedicated to your happiness, your comfort, your love. He tells you that he'll do anything for you, serve you however you want, all you have to do is say the word and it's done. But what gets him dizzy and shy is how you give him the love he gives you so freely. He's not used to receiving those gentle kisses you scatter across his face. He's not used to receiving the calming eye contact you give as you listen to him talk about his day. Nor is he used to receiving the genuine laughs and smiles at his jokes, the ones he makes for a chance to hear them or see them. He's not used to being desired as deeply as he desires you. The feeling of being cared for is entirely new to Den, it was foreign, almost unnatural. But once he got a taste of it, he couldn't get enough.

I'll come right out and say it: Dennis is obsessed with you. He's obsessed with the way you look, how you smell, how you sound, especially with how you feel. He has the most reverent wandering hands you've ever seen on a person. He's caught between groping you like some sex-crazed maniac (which he is, don't get me wrong), and caressing you like he's at the mercy of a Goddess. He switches between the two so much it nearly gives you whiplash. The power you hold over him, the power you give him, is intense. The moment he felt your wet cunt, he was whimpering, sighing, trembling, an absolute mess. He was weak the moment he saw you, but when his fingers slide through the slick soft petals of your core, he knows what true weakness feels like. It scared him, but the way you cooed his name and nuzzled into his neck with a soft kiss to his raging pulse— he knew he belonged to you forever.

He cried when he fucked you for the first time. He couldn't help it, you had him on his back because you knew he was feeling so many things that you needed to be on top. The sight of you, naked and glistening on top of him nearly killed him. Then you made him watch as you sat on his cock, moaning as you took him in, and he was sure he'd died. He didn't even realize he was crying until you wiped the tears from his cheeks and gave him the flurry of kisses that brought him back to himself. You rode him into the mattress that night, moaning and screaming together as you chased the mind-blowing pleasure for hours on end.

Now, the cuddles that followed rivaled the earth-shattering sex. He loved how close you held him, how tight your arms were around his body, how you whispered praises into his ear while he shook with the aftershocks, how you smiled when he thanked you over and over, while he told you how much he loved you, how deeply devoted he is to you. And on top of all that, he got the best sleep of his life.

[iwudbutnah]

Don’t know how I missed this gem. Damn one night with reader had Dennis getting his life together. She put that thang on him and he was like I gotta get right to keep her. I’m not mad talk about a glow up. He doesn’t even look or sound like the same man. This reminds me of some urkel type ish. He went in Dennis in the polo came out Dennis suave with the nice suit a changed man.

Turn the Tables

FIRST, we give thanks to the OG @queenoftheworldisdead​ for the first ever Dennis fic I ever read (and still read from time to time). It is gold and it needs way more recognition.

I have no idea what the hell I did with this fic but it’s here and that’s what matters. I love reblogs and comments and I’m curious to see how you all react to this one…

Dennis Baker x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, a hint of angst, mentions of divorce and a bad penis, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of D/s.

Summary | A high school reunion puts you back into contact with the same loner you knew since eighth grade. As you come to realize, never judge a book by its cover.

Peeling off the adhesive sticker and applying it to the front upper part of your dress, the former cheerleader that sits in front of you gives you a curious stare as she chews on the end of her pen before pointing it at you.

“We took bio in eleventh grade, right?” she asks, tucking a lock of red hair behind her ear. “I think I used to cheat off your quizzes.”

You don’t think she used to cheat off of you - you know it as a fact, offering her a small, polite smile before she points a finger toward the hallway. It’s your high school reunion, something that you’d been talking yourself out of since you parked your car. It’s a morbid curiosity, you decide, heading down the hallway, music getting louder as you get closer. You never cared about most of these people and yet, you’re wondering what they’ve done with their lives, like some weird reality television spinoff.

All you want to do is watch people, grab a few drinks and catch up with a few others that you still keep in contact with and then leave. You were never the overly popular one, happy to fly under the radar when you were in high school. You got along with everyone, including the loners that didn’t make friends as easily as you did.

Loners like the one that leans on the bartop while he nurses a beer in his large hand and his tight polo shirt.

But not just any loner.

Dennis Baker.

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[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Chris Evans Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Chris Evans works, arranged by character and type of work.

Series

Don’t Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing) - Lloyd is a minor character.

Challenges

Pretty As A Picture - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader - What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Requests

Power Play: After Hours - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader - What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

A Duke and His Duchess - Explicit - Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader - The night takes a dark turn when you are harassed at the club, but Lloyd comes to your rescue.

Headcanons

Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

What happens when the reader starts dressing to match Lloyd?

Interesting quirk (an ask I submitted to stargazingfangirl18)

Events

Daddy Dearest | Lloyd Hansen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

One-Shots

Oxytocin - Explicit - Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC - At a New Year’s Eve party, Ransom Drysdale’s life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

One-Shots

Don’t Take Your Eyes Off It - Explicit - Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader - It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Requests

No Good Deeds - Explicit - Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader - Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Events

Do It For Daddy | Jake Jensen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

One-Shots

Sweet Redemption - Explicit - Dennis Baker x Female!Reader - You move into the neighborhood and meet Dennis Baker, a man in the middle of a divorce. Trying to keep yourself honest, you keep him at a distance. But you’re drawn together after a mishap online. Will it end sweetly or on a sour note?

Headcanons

“Don’t run from me” Dennis x Wifey (facesitting)

Brunch with the family (slice of life)

Late night on the beach with Wifey

Ass worship

Nicknames and height

Panty sniffing?

Running into the ex-wife in the grocery store

Dennis comforting Wifey after a long, stressful day

how Dennis finds out that Wifey is pregnant

Dennis' zodiac sign

Does Dennis' wife like to be spanked during sex?

Is Dennis a horndog?

What are Dennis and Wifey's love languages?

Do Dennis and Wifey share nudes?

Drabbles

Dennis tells you about his and his ex-wife's fight on the day you met

Dennis comforts Wifey after her day doesn't go as planned (slice of life)

Dennis being the most capable father and husband (slice of life)

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Dennis Baker (DENNIS)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

[georgiapeach30513]

in Desperate Affairs can you link the part dennis baker shows up?

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Would Dennis be into pantie sniffing? 👀

Well, this one has me giggling and kicking my feet because I loooooove the idea of Dennis as a nasty perv. (My original story idea had him doing a bunch of naughty things.)

But, let’s talk about it:

in his first marriage, Dennis’ wife gradually stopped having sex with him

she was so upset about having a “doormat” for a husband that she could never get aroused for him

she made the man into a doormat and then held it against him

in the meantime, Dennis had to take matters into his own hands, so to speak

and he knew that she wasn’t going to want sex 

so he took to masturbating any chance he could get

and he was never really all that into porn

don’t get him wrong, he’d watch it

but he liked to use his own imagination more often than not

once or twice, he would think about stealing a pair of his wife’s underwear to jack off to

but that woman had the most boring taste in underwear

until she started fucking the pool boy and finally had the cause to wear cute things

but none of that was for Dennis, so fuck that

when it comes to Wifey though?

you had a drawerful of sexy, lacy thongs, boyshorts, and bikinis

you and Dennis have an extremely healthy sex life

and one night, Dennis took to teasing you by kissing and licking you over your panties

enough that they were soaked by the time he peeled them off you

so soaked that a string of your juices connected from your thong to your pussy

the undies had been tossed to the side of the bed to be picked up by him as he was doing laundry one night

he had put DJ to bed and began loading the washer

as he was throwing in said panties, he got a whiff of them 

and his entire world changed

they smelled so good, he brought them to his face and took a deep inhale

blood rushed to his dick and he had to take care of himself asap

what he didn’t know was that as he lay in bed, holding your thong to his face with one hand and fisting his dick with the other

you were silently tiptoeing down the hallway, trying not to wake up DJ, having come home from work just as quietly

and you stop dead in your tracks as you enter the bedroom

watching Dennis pleasure himself with your purple lace thong wasn’t what you expected to come home to

but you weren’t mad about it

no, you were feeling a different emotion

and that emotion was AROUSAL

the thought of someone getting off to the smell of your panties never really entered your mind

but watching Dennis get off to the smell of your panties was something else entirely

you snuck into the room, careful not to scare him with your approach

the dip in the mattress as you climbed in bed had his eyes opening and he slowly peeled away your thong from his face

“sweetheart, I’m sorry-“

“don’t be sorry, bubby. kinda like watching you”

“are you sure, sweetheart?”

“very sure. in fact, let me help”

you take your panties from his hand and stuff them in his mouth before he can say anything else

moving his hand away from his dick, you replace it with yours and begin stroking him tightly and quickly

happily listening to his whimpers and whines as they make it through his makeshift gag

his hips bucked as he got closer to cumming and you enjoyed watching him tremble

“are you gonna cum for me, bubby?”

he nods his head furiously and you take him into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat

he groans, a few sobs escaping as he cums down your throat

as his orgasm subsides and his breathing goes back to normal, you remove your panties from his mouth and lean up to kiss him 

until he breaks the kiss to check in with you

“so i take it you aren’t mad at me?”

“mad? bubby, i just watched you pleasuring yourself with my panties. that was honestly the hottest thing i’ve ever seen”

“i just, they smelled like you and i got so hard”

“shhhh, bubby. don’t worry about it. next time you wanna do it though? you call me so i can watch, ok?”

“yes, sweetheart. can i take care of you now?”

“damn, how did i get so lucky?”

“that’s usually my line”

“shut up and eat this pussy, bubby”

“yes, sweetheart”

So, in short, yes. Dennis is a panty sniffer. But only for Wifey. Nonnie, I hope you don’t mind I elaborated a bit. 

[thezombieprostitute]

Absolutely adoring this series! Took me a few days to read through it, but so worth it!!

Take Me Home Masterlist

PAIRING: Dennis Baker x Reader

SUMMARY: It’s been nearly a year since your ex-boyfriend dumped you and left you with a laundry list of insecurities, and you haven’t been able to really put yourself out there since. But when Dennis shows up at the adoption fair you’re running for your job at the animal shelter, there’s just something about him that makes you feel like you’re ready to try again.

TOTAL WORD COUNT: ???

WARNINGS (more to come): Body Issues (Dennis and Reader), References to Past Animal Abuse, Emotionally Abusive Exes (Dennis and Reader), Mention of Past Domestic Violence (Dennis’s Evil Ex), Dry Humping/Thigh Riding, Two Idiots In Love Making Out In A Car, Explicit Sex (O&V), Titjob, Cum Play, Fingering, Sexting/Nudes/FaceTime sex, Mutual Masturbation. 18+ only, no minors.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 (IDK how many parts this is gonna be y'all don't hold me to any of this.)

*The taglist for this fic is open to 18+ readers (no blank blogs) who comment, reblog, and/or chat with me via asks. If you just want to read lowkey, that’s cool and you do you, but the taglist is reserved for the lovely people who want to interact with me and my story :)

[callalillywrites]

Cool Rider Barber Shop & Hair Salon Masterlist

A series of stories based around a Grease-themed barber shop and hair salon. All employees of the shop/salon use the names of characters from both Grease and Grease 2. The whole shop is done up in a Grease theme with T-Bird chairs for the barber shop side and Pink Ladies chairs on the salon side.

A Dream on a Mean Machine (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Bucky's going on his first date since being freed from Hydra's control. What better way to start off on the right foot than getting his hair cut and a shave? He'll even meet the owner of the shop/salon named Stephanie Zinone.

Part One

Tag List: @buckys-metal-arm

You're the One That I Want (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Steve's been coming to the shop ever since he met the famous Stephanie on that fateful day during the Attack on New York. She's been promising him he'll eventually find the right one for him. One day, he comes into the shop/salon and meets her newest hire: Sandy Olsson.

Story coming soon.

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Was It Love at First Sight? (Dennis Baker x Reader)

Dennis Baker has shed his past life with his wretched ex. Now, he's starting anew as a new employee at Stark Industries. However, when Tony gets a look at his sad attire, Dennis is dragged to the Cool Rider Barber Shop for a makeover. There, he meets cutest colorist who loves his shirt: Frenchy Facciano.

Story coming soon.

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Met a Boy as Cute as Can Be (Jake Jensen x Reader)

Jake's been a pen pal with a woman calling herself Marty Maraschino for a few years now. When he's visiting New York with his niece on a school field trip, he stumbles across the Cool Rider Barber Shop and Hair Salon during some downtime. He's more than a little surprised to find himself face to face with the cute receptionist, the very same woman he's been exchanging letters and emails. He can only hope he can live up to what she's envisioned of him.

Story coming soon.

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Bonus Content

Cool Rider's Employee List

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

 ♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

೫˚🖤❀ *ૢ🥀೫˚🌑

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤 ❥♡

summary - dennis has been feeling sexually frustrated after his divorce (not like he was getting anything whilst married anyway), but he decided to try out a new place that he overheard his colleagues talking about.

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[littlelioncub43]

DID SOMEBODY SAY TECH TUESDAYS??

Oh, how I've missed you and your mind K! Sincerely hope life's treating you well! 🤧 I think this deserves a celebration, so why not the thought of Dennis' inner golden retriever energy bursting as soon as you knock on his door?

It's been a while since you've visited, giving you all the time you need to catch up not only with work/classes, some family but with yourself! So the second he hears knocking, he comes bounding!

He will give you the biggest hug known to man, spinning you around and copious amount of kisses before hiding his face in your neck, telling you how much he missed you and how proud he is! Hang out or have a night-in, he is ready. The diner? He'll get his keys! Wanna cuddle in his bed? He'll carry you bridal style upstairs! 💗

ADORABLEEEEEEEE

Let's do the cuddling route because I wanna be swaddled and hugged and loved

"Coming!" He shouts.

Dennis practically throws the rubber dish gloves to the sink, wiping his hands off on a dish towel before tossing that to the freshly cleaned counter top as well. He was nervous again. It'd been weeks since you last came over— heck, since you last saw each other in person. You explained to him that a lot of things were coming up so you'd be less available to hang out, then there was that whole emergency with your aunt. So, to say he felt like he was meeting you for the first time was a delicate way of putting it.

From outside his door, you can hear a small commotion, his muttering to himself in frustration before something falls, you can feel his nerves from outside. Then a series of rapid footsteps thud towards the door, a nearly silent deep breath followed by a sigh, then the door is flying open. Oh. Wasn't he a sight for sore eyes.

"Hi, Den," you sigh with a smile. Dennis can swear on everything holy that he's frozen in his spot. He's smiling too, he knows that much, but he's stuck in place, taking in your warm smile. Then the next thing you know he's wrapping his arms around you and scooping you up completely.

"I missed you so much, sweetheart, you have no idea," he rushes out as he shuts the door, twirling you around. The feeling of your body against his, your arms slung around his neck is absolutely divine, he's all over you, he can't help himself.

"I missed you too," you reply with a giggle when he starts to rain kisses down on your face, muttering an 'I missed you' between each one. You grin the back of his neck and pull him into the first kiss you share in months.

"Mm," he moans quietly against the unbelievable softness of your lips, trying his best to memorize this kiss. It's sweet and loving, each of you pouring your longing into it. The single kiss turns into many, far too many to count, but after some time you both pull back for air, foreheads touching, eyes shut.

"I love you," he whispers breathlessly, the pounding in his chest matching yours, your hearts fighting to be freed from their cages.

"I love you too," you whisper back, sincerity dripping from your tone and soothing any worries that plagued Dennis. The feeling that overcomes him is too much, so he buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your perfume. The boa constrictor of a hold you have on each other slowly tightens.

"Do you want to eat dinner or-or watch a movie or something?" He asks, sounding like he did when you first started dating. You run a hand through his hair and sigh. You were still pretty exhausted from everything.

"Can we... can we just cuddle a little bit?" You ask softly. Your legs are scooped up from underneath you, pulling a squeak of surprise from you.

"Of course, we can," Dennis smiles, already halfway to the stairs. Oh, how you missed this.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

OMG DO I FUCKING LIKE DENNIS???

Yes, your honor. I love this man. Lol. Fantastic job. This was so hot.

Title: Baby Luv 

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Reader

Word Count: 5,436

Summary: After a divorce and many, many unsuccessful hook-ups, Dennis Baker has finally reached rock bottom. Out of options and desperate for connection, he creates an account on Searching Arrangement, where the only thing stopping women from spending time with him is his bank account.

 Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Fucking Dennis is it’s own warning quite frankly, Sub-Dennis, Praise kink, Unprotected sex, fluff

A/N: so uh, this is my entry for my own Triple D challenge, lmao. tagging @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ in my new Dennis the menace obsession lmao. i thought of a sweet, subby Dennis who probably hasn’t been having the best of luck since his divorce. i really hope everyone enjoys and doesn’t hate me too much for this haha. i think it ended up being pretty fun! divider by @whimsicalrogers​!

This is a work of FICTION, and there will be ADULT themes and content included therein, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! MINORS, DNI!

💋

 Gorgeous.

 Dennis suddenly feels inadequate in his pink polo and khakis, and he grips the bouquet tighter as you approach. Your dress looks so lovely on you, and your eyes light up when you see him. You give a shy little wave as you stop in front of the table, and he scrambles to his feet. 

 “Dennis?” You ask, and he nods quickly. 

 “N-nice to meet you.” He holds out the flowers. Your smile is dazzling, and he’s star struck for a moment as you take the bouquet gingerly from his hands. 

  “These are lovely! Are they for me?” You say, holding the flowers up to your nose as you peek at him over the top of it. “You didn’t have to do that.” Your delight at the small gesture seems real, and you place them carefully down on the table so the rose petals won’t bruise.

 “I-I wanted to.” He says, and a beat of silence passes between you. 

 “Should we sit?” You ask, and he nods, dropping back down into his seat. You slide into the booth across from him, and you give him another sweet smile. It makes his chest ache. 

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Masterlist 

Masterlist 2 Masterlist ships Kinktober 2023

Time to sin

Playing with the devils

Daddy Sociopath

Ruining the innocent

Little Secret

The Exes

Swipe Right

Chris Evans

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Bill

Curtis Everett

Dennis Baker

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Jake Wyler

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Ransom Drysdale

Robert Pronge

Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee

Sebastian Stan

Blaine

Bucky Barnes

Carter Baizen

Charles Blackwood

Chase Collins

Chris Beck

Frank

Jack Benjamin

Jefferson Hatter

Justin Capshaw

Lance Tucker

Lee Bodecker

Max Burnett

Mickey Henry

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

Terry the Terrific

TJ Hammond

Oscar Isaac

Steven Grant/ Marc Spector/ Jake Lockley

Poe Dameron

Florence Pugh

Dani Ardor

Yelena Belova

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Tom Riddle

Evan Peters

Jimmy Darling

James March

Kai Anderson

Peter Maximoff

[nifolution]

It Happens

Pairing: Dennis Baker / Reader

Summary: Dennis has never had much luck in his worthless life. Sleepwalking through his miserable days and lonely nights… until he met her.

Warnings: smut, misunderstandings, dating, dumb choices, fluff, angst, talks of divorce and cheating, bitchy ex-wife, Dennis being Dennis

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 

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Staring morosely into the mirror, the brunette straightened his glasses. Hair combed, beard trimmed, clean polo and khakis, he looked ready for work, even though he lost his job six months ago. Same time his wife left him for another man and sent him the divorce papers. At least it meant it was quiet, Gina wasn't yelling at him constantly. Reminding him what a pathetic failure he was and how repulsive she found him. 

His eyes flickered down to his left hand, debating if he should take the ring off. It’s not like she was coming back. He reached for it but hesitated once his fingertips met gold. He couldn't do it… He should do it… He shouldn’t... He needed to. Well, if nothing else, he was good at giving up. The man slipped the band off his finger and sighed. Resolved to live the rest of his miserable life alone. Rock bottom, meet Dennis.

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Bypassing his former place of employment, Dennis headed straight to 'Back to The Grind' coffee kiosk. Standing awkwardly to the side of the queue, avoiding eye contact with the other customers, he awaited the arrival of his coffee buddy, Y/N. For the past two years, Monday through Friday, they would meet here in the pursuit of caffeine and conversation. Sometimes she had to run, but mostly they’d sit and chat until their cups were empty. Dennis enjoyed her company so much he kept showing up day after day, long after he no longer worked around there. It was all he had, all he lived for anymore. Just those few precious minutes of human connection.

Dennis checked his watch, 7:37 a.m., she was running late. Joining the line, he ordered for both of them, then sat at one of the nearby benches to wait. Ten more minutes went by with no sign of Y/N. You're a loser Dennis, she's not coming. With a defeated exhale, he stared at the sidewalk and took a large angry bite of his donut.

“Hey coffee buddy.”

Shit, she was here. Dennis looked up at her beautiful face, his eyes as big as saucers. Swallowing the large bite, he coughed out a greeting.

Y/N smiled at him. “I see you started without me.” She gestured to the corner of his mouth, “You have a little…” 

Dennis wiped his face on his arm. “Thanks.” He handed her a cup and a wrapped pastry. “I got your usual, medium caramel iced coffee. They were out of croissants though, so I ordered you a blueberry danish.” 

“Oh no,” she frowned, “blueberries and I do not agree.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I messed up your breakfast. I should have asked, I’m so stupid.” Dennis became visibly upset and continued to over apologize. Promising to get her something else and refusing to finish his donut. 

“It's ok, D, really. It’s not a big deal.”

He buried his face in his hands, “I suck, I'm sorry.” 

“Well I think you're pretty great, Dennis.” She smiled at him again, even though he couldn’t see it. “Hey, seeing as neither of us are having breakfast, how about an early lunch? Are you free?”

Dennis’ head whipped up, “For lunch? You want to have lunch with me?”

“Yeah.” Y/N checked the time on her phone, “Shit! I got to go, but can you meet me here at eleven? We can walk up the street to Charley’s, their food is awesome. Real burgers, not the microwave crap I know you favor.” 

Dennis nodded, “I’d love to.” Saying their goodbyes, he watched Y/N rush off to work. He knew she must see him as a charity case. Who wouldn’t. He was broken and worthless and felt bad for wasting her time everyday. It was selfish of him. Still, he could feel butterflies flapping in his belly, knowing he’d get to spend more time with her. Having nothing else to do, he sat in his car and waited.

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Y/N slid into the booth, staring eagerly at the man across from her. Eyes tracking his hands as he picked up his food and took a bite. Smirking as his eyes practically rolled into his head, “Good huh?”

“So good,” he groaned out before continuing to chomp on his burger. 

Chuckling, she began eating her own meal. “So how have you been, D? What ya been up to?”

Dennis shrugged, not wanting the conversation focused on him. “Not much… not anything really.” Making the mistake of looking at her expectant face, he found himself blurting out the things he tried to hide from her. “It’s true though, I wasted my entire life. Nothing to show for my 37 pointless years of existence. No job, no kids, no wife. I’m a big fat nothing.” He closed his eyes, waiting for the blowback of his confession. Startled when a soft hand enclosed his, giving a gentle squeeze. 

“I'm sorry. I had no idea.”

She sounded so sincere, Dennis couldn’t process it. “It’s okay. It’s, uh, been a few months now.” 

Y/N regretted bringing it up, but couldn’t help how her interest peaked. Her coffee buddy had never talked about himself this much. She wanted him to open up more. “How long were you guys married?” 

Taking a deep breath, he spilled his soul. If she wasn’t laughing before, she would now. “Sixteen very long years… haven’t had sex in the last seven. Not that we did it often before that.”

Her eyebrows shot up, “Wait, you and your wife haven’t had sex in seven years.”

“Well… I haven't,” he let the rest of his words die on his tongue.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Y/N cringed, “Sorry I brought it up.”

“That's alright. It wasn’t much of a marriage. I think she was faithful for maybe the first three years. That or I was too in love to notice. After our 10th anniversary she didn’t even bother hiding it. Spent our special day in someone else’s bed and facetimed me.”

“What a bitch. You didn't deserve to be treated like that, Dennis.” She rubbed his hand before going back to eating. After a few minutes, a thought occurred to her. “I know it’s not my place, but I think you should take this as an opportunity to start over. Find a new job, new girlfriend. I could help you, if you want.”

Even the thought of trying depressed him. “I don’t think anyone out there will hire me, or date me for that matter.”

Y/N tilted her head, “Love the enthusiasm.” She took a sip of her water before continuing, “I think you’re a catch, D. You just need some practice. You’ll get your life back on track in no time.” Dennis could only offer half a smile. “Okay, first up, a place to work. I know your old job was in sales, but you never told me what you sold.”

His voice lowered as he admitted it was the sale and rental of porta potties. He worked there for 15 years and hated every moment of it. 

“So something not involving toilets, then. There are lots of different types of sales jobs.”

Dennis shook his head, “Nobody wants to buy anything from me, not even shitters.”

She nodded, “No sales, got it. Umm, my department is hiring, logistics for big rigs.” 

“Maybe. I’d hate to invade your space though.” With a weary sigh, Dennis finished the last bite of his delicious burger. 

“Hmm,” she pondered over any positions that would suit him. “Oh hey, I know of an opening at a warehouse? Does something like that interest you?” 

“Maybe.”

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No one was more surprised than Dennis when he landed the warehouse gig. He took to it like a duck to water. His strength and organization skills put to good use. Memorizing where everything went on his first day. His coworkers were friendly and his manager was fair. He actually looked forward to going into work. But mostly, he loved continuing to have his daily coffee with Y/N.  

They were hanging out more often now, not just for coffee or lunch. Calling and texting at all hours, seeing each other after work and on the weekends. He talked to her about everything, and she to him, even gave him tips for reentering the dating pool. He wasn’t sad or lonely with her around. He forgot what that felt like. 

Dennis was familiar with the term touch starved, and oh, how it fit him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone touched him on purpose. His wife hadn't let him near her in years, recoiled at his every attempt to show affection. But Y/N touched him willingly, openly, without reservations. He was undeserving of it, he knew, but he craved it so. Every hug, every handhold, every fistbump, he wanted it all from her. 

Dennis was currently pacing through his kitchen. Y/N was on her way over to celebrate his divorce being finalized. She cheered that he was finally free from Gina’s horrible treatment and was better off without her abusive, cheating ass. He could feel the flop sweat start. Taking a paper towel, he began wiping his face and armpits. Just as he was wondering if he had time to shower, the bell rang.

When he opened the door, he was greeted with Y/N’s charming smile, her arms full with his favorite beer and chips. Helping her set her load on the kitchen island, he watched her grab two bottles, twisting off both tops, handing him one.

“Congrats on the permanent dissolvement of that bitch’s claws from your life.” She clinked her beer with his. Both of them took long pulls of their drink. Y/N looked him up and down, tsking at his stiff attire. “You aren’t really dressed for movie watching. Why don’t you go change into comfy clothes, I’ll set up the movie.” 

A few minutes later, Dennis walked into the living room wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, “I feel naked.”

“Well I think you look great. Although I’m sure you’d look just as good actually naked.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

His whole face turned bright red. It was just a joke, he told himself. She couldn’t possibly be flirting with him. He sat down on the couch next to her. Popping a chip into his mouth before turning his attention to the television. Oh no, she picked a horror movie. Dennis did not do well with scary movies. He was going to make a fool of himself. 

Rubbing his hands on his pants, his leg muscles painfully tight, Dennis did his best to put on a brave face. It lasted all of 20 minutes. The first jump scare had him releasing a blood curdling scream. Completely flushed, his chips thrown everywhere, any shred of dignity he feigned now gone. He was mortified.

Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, her hand over her heart. “You scared the crap out of me,” she roared before breaking into a fit of laughter. “Didn’t know there’d be 4D effects. Way to give me a heart attack.” 

Wordlessly, Dennis fell to his knees and began cleaning up the mess. Waiting for a scolding that never came. He declined her offer to help him. He was just grateful she found the situation amusing. She was so forgiving of him. Once finished, he sat back with his feet perched on the coffee table. 

“You sure you’re okay, D?” Seeing as how he only nodded in affirmation, Y/N decided he needed some comfort. As the movie continued, she cuddled up to his side, her feet leaning on his. Her white socks with black stripes next to his black socks with white dots. She began rubbing her feet on his, “Guess opposites really do attract.”  

Dennis couldn’t take his eyes off the game of footsie. Feeling brave, he put his arm around Y/N’s shoulder. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck, her arm resting on his chest, sending his heart rate into overdrive. Dennis was a cuddler, but couldn't recall the last time he was with somebody like this without being shoved away. He felt comfortable, content. The movie was forgotten as her hand slipped inside his shirt, her fingers combing his dark chest hair. Gina always made him wax, it hurt, he hated it. 

Looking down at his coffee buddy, he met her gaze with a fond smile. To his surprise, she leaned up and kissed him. He felt his brain short circuit as Y/N’s soft cherry flavored lips glided with his chapped ones. She slowly pulled away, leaving him with closed eyes and puckered lips. 

“Do you think you’re ready to start dating? We can go someplace fancy, really wine and dine it.”

“Definitely.” Oh yes, Dennis was looking forward to this practice date.

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Dennis' stomach growled as he loaded his prizes into the freezer. He’d never won anything before, but scored big at the meat raffle with Y/N. His freezer was stuffed with burgers, steaks, pork chops, ribs, lobster tail, and the fridge stocked with his favorite beer. He made changes around the home as well. Threw out the million stupid throw pillows that Gina insisted they needed. Replaced the furniture he disliked, bought a giant beanbag simply because he’d always wanted one. Rearranged the rooms how he preferred, did anything he desired to make his house his. Anything of his ex-wife's left behind got put into a box and thrown in the basement. 

The raffle was his second fake date with Y/N. Dennis was appreciative of her help and that she gave him a second chance. Their first date started out a disaster. He was so nervous he spilled wine all over her dress before their food arrived. She ran to the ladies room as the waiters cleaned the table. Dennis was inconsolable for those few minutes, certain Y/N would never want to see him again. He was shocked when she sat back down like nothing happened, only the deep red stain as a reminder. He thought he was in the clear, until he ended up choking on his dinner. The heimlich wasn’t needed, but the gagging and panicked noises he made trying to dislodge the food had the unwanted attention of the other patrons on them for a second time. It was decided it was best to skip dessert. 

After embarrassing her twice, Dennis was sure that was the end of the practice dates. Y/N didn't want to go home though. They drove to an arcade where they binged on candy and she whooped him at every game they tried. Hopped up on sugar, they ended the night making out in the car like teenagers. Dennis was having fun for the first time in his adult life. Beyond thankful for her assistance and attention, he cherished every word and every kiss, wishing with all his might that it was real. 

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“Woooo,” the enthusiastic couple practically kicked in the door to her apartment. Hooting and guffawing as they verbally replayed the events of the wrestling match they returned from. Bantering back and forth, “Your guy totally cheated.” “Nuh-uh.” “Mmhm.” “You’re crazy, you’re out of your mind. It was a fair fight.” “Cheater cheater pumpkin eater and I hate to tell ya, you are guilty by association.” 

Cheeks hurting from all the laughter, holding onto each other for balance, Y/N felt the air shift. She began running her hand over his arm and onto his chest. “So D, it’s your first time at your girlfriend's place. What shall we do, hmm?”

Even though Dennis knew she was only pretending when she called herself his girlfriend, he loved hearing her say it. He decided to knock her socks off by grabbing her face and kissing her with a passion that even surprised himself. Y/N responded in kind, opening her mouth, allowing him to explore. She tasted like cherries, ale and heaven. 

Y/N broke the kiss, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into the bedroom. “Ready to wrestle?” She bit her lip seductively and began to strip off her clothes. Dennis was hypnotized watching more and more flesh be revealed to him. He’d fantasized about this so many times, but never imagined it would happen. When she stood before him naked, he gulped, she was gorgeous. He couldn’t get his shirt, socks and pants off fast enough, but then he hesitated, deciding to keep his underwear on. 

She yelped as he lifted her up a little too aggressively. “D, I swear to god if you actually bodyslam me��” 

Dennis froze and gently set her down on her bed. “No! I- I’m sorry. I was trying to be sexy.”

“You're very sexy, Dennis.” She pressed her lips to his and tugged at the waistband of his white briefs, “Join me up here.”

As he climbed on the bed, he asked her to lie down. ”I want to worship you.” When she acquiesced, his heated gaze roamed her body. Fingers danced along her skin, marveling at all the places he wanted to touch, wanted to kiss. Like a siren’s call, her hardened nipples drew him in. Swirling his tongue around her peak, he sucked it into his mouth. Making a wet pop as he released it. Massaging the breast, and checking Y/N’s face to confirm her enjoyment, he continued licking, sucking and fondling her left side.

The heat of Dennis’ mouth made her other breast feel cold and lonely, it wanted attention too. She quietly mentioned to him that the other one was getting jealous. Dennis, embarrassed by his blunder, repeated his actions on the right boob before beginning to kiss down her body. He had to do this right. It had to be good for her. Shit, his hands were too clammy, his body was too sweaty. She was going to push him away, she was going to laugh at him. Dennis began second guessing himself, too afraid of making the wrong move, he rested his head on her stomach. 

After a minute of no movement, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. “You okay?” Troubled by his silence, she continued trying to sooth him, “Where’s your head at, D?” 

He expected to get scolded. His mind playing through the times with his ex. She would yell at him if he wasn't doing something right, or didn’t get hard fast enough. Telling him he couldn’t make her cum with an instruction manual stapled to his head. Taking a deep shuddering breath, he braved a look at Y/N. “I just… I want to do this right.” 

She smiled so sweetly, “We got all night.”

Encouraged, he picked up where he left off. As he kissed down her leg, he remembered his prior error and copied what he did to the other side. Reaching her core, he closed his eyes, nuzzling her thigh with his cheek before flattening his tongue, giving her entire womanhood a big fat lick. Grinning to himself at her surprised squeak, he turned his head to kiss at her other thigh before licking his lips and burying his face in her cunt.

It was as if he was possessed by someone with far more confidence than he. Dennis became an animal, sucking and licking her folds, eating her from the outside in. His tongue roamed over her, up and down and side to side, making frequent stops to circle her clit. She made the sweetest noises for him, mewling and moaning as she writhed in his hold. She had a firm grip on his hair, gently guiding him where she needed him to be.

Dennis was open to instruction, so he let her move him as she pleased. The taste of her sweet honey working him up so much he rutted against the bed. His hands trailed up her torso to cup her breasts, before one slid back down to play with her soaked entrance. He inserted a finger, realizing she was more than ready, he added another. Pumping his fingers in tantum with his licks, he could feel her tremble.

“Oh fuck, oh god,” Y/N cried out as she climaxed around his skillful digits. 

Drunk off the greatest praise, her orgasm, Dennis looked up from between her legs, a dopey grin plastered on his face. He eagerly asked if he could do it again.

Y/N looked down at him through hooded eyes, “Ya, go for it.”

It wasn’t long until her legs were shaking again, Dennis held her hips down, not stopping until she spasmed and screamed in ecstasy. He was proud of himself. “Holy shit, that worked.” Out of breath, heart pounding, she told him that was incredible, especially whatever he did at the end. Blushing ear to ear, Dennis admitted that he spelled his name with his tongue. Chuckling, he asks her to guess what he spelled next. Diving back down he traced his message.

“Umm, peace out? 

He shook his head, “It was thank you.” 

“I should be the one thanking you.” She wiggled out of his grasp and took a condom out of her nightstand. “But, hey, the night’s not over yet.” She handed the packet to a terrified Dennis. He looked like he was going to pass out, and wouldn't meet her eyes. “Do you not want to?” She’d be lying to say her feelings wouldn’t be hurt if he said no.

Head down, rubbing the back of his neck, Dennis mumbled his secret, “I have a bad penis.” 

“A bad… um, does that mean ED or like performance anxiety?” Y/N had to know if this was something they could work around.

“I'm.. I’m not sure. It just doesn't work like it’s supposed to.” 

“Do you have any problems on your own?'' He shook his head no. Y/N caressed her boyfriend’s nervous face. “Maybe there isn’t a problem.” She waited until he looked at her. “No pressure here, but I'd like to try if you do. If it goes wrong, we can just try again.” 

Why was she so patient with him? He didn’t deserve her friendship. He didn’t deserve her at all. Dennis took his briefs off, kneeling on the bed, bare to her and awaiting judgment.

“Damn Dennis. Wow, that, I mean, it looks like a good dick to me.” She watched him with unbridled desire, wrapping her hand around his length, ducking down to lick the swollen head. “Thick and veiny and standing proud. I don't know if my mouth or my pussy want it more.” 

Her compliments spurred him on. Dennis removed her hand, pushing her back on the bed. Crawling over her, he stroked himself twice before rolling the condom on. He was terrified of disappointing her and it must have shown on his face because she pulled him down for a reassuring kiss, “Don’t overthink it, just be here with me. I want you to fuck me, Dennis.”

He lined himself up and kissed her once more before slowly entering her. Already breathing heavy, he barely had control of himself when he bottomed out. “I can’t believe I’m inside you.” Y/N giggled and told him how good he felt, begging him to move. Closing his eyes in concentration, Dennis pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in with a groan. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” 

Dennis snapped his hips as she rolled hers to meet each thrust. It didn’t take long to find a rhythm that suited them. Sweat dripped down their bodies as they chased their carnal highs. The sounds of skin on skin and their moans filled the room. The tension in her stomach unbearable, Y/N opened her legs wider, angling them up so he could go deeper. His cock hitting all the right spots. It was all it took for her to cum a third time.

Feeling her walls fluttering and gripping him hard as she came, had Dennis at his end. When he told her he was close, she asked him to come on her tits. Hissing as he pulled out, Dennis straddled Y/N’s chest, pulling off the condom just before he released. He made sure every drop landed on her breasts before collapsing next to her.

After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Y/N giggled, “I got some d from D.” Finding her joke hilarious, she continued laughing.

“Was it good?”

“It was great.” She kissed him, “See, there’s nothing wrong with you.” She pecked his lips again, “Promise.” Holding her chest as she rose to keep his cum from running down her, she walked to the bathroom to clean up. 

Dennis stretched and hummed, allowing himself to be happy at a job well done. He could satisfy a woman after all. When she returned, Dennis was almost redressed. 

“You can stay, if you want to.”

“Stay?” He desperately wanted to, but couldn't believe she wanted him to.

Y/N walked over, carefully taking his glasses off his face and setting them on her nightstand, “Please.”

Dennis removed the clothing he put on and followed her into bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he shared a bed with someone, Gina banished him to the guestroom five years ago. Look at him now, a beautiful woman in his arms that actually wanted him to be there. Him and Y/N shared a few more kisses as they cuddled and talked. Determining his issue was due to stress and his marital problems. He could have confidence going forward. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N as she slept. His best friend, his only friend, his lover. Dennis didn't know it could be like this, he wished so badly that it was real. What a beautiful life they would have together. They'd be happy, she made him happy. He didn't think it was possible to feel good anymore, but here he was practically jumping for joy. There was no doubt in his mind that he was in love with her. He'd go down on her every night, expecting nothing in return, if it meant he could stay with her forever. If only it were possible. Instead he would take these pretend moments and commit them to his memory forever. A shining light in his bleak life.

Morning arrived too fast. Dennis yawned, wrenching his eyes and started to get out of bed. “I can make us breakfast.”

Y/N grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her. “Orrrrr, how about I order some eggs benny and we can spend longer in bed.”

“You’re brilliant.”

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“What does a fish say when it runs into a brick wall?”

 “I don’t know, what?”

Dennis slapped his hand on the table, “Dam!”  He threw his head back, braying and wheezing.

Y/N snorted at the bad joke, smiling at how his face lit up with the punchline. Their fish frys were huge, so her boyfriend had been making awful puns and one-liners all night. She threw her lemon at him, which he promptly caught and ate without breaking his cocky grin. He was turning into quite the cheeky bastard. 

The shrill of his phone interrupted the merriment. His ex-wife’s name flashing on the screen. Rolling his eyes, Dennis declined the call, only for her to call back. He ignored her again to no avail, his phone continued going off. She clearly wasn't getting the hint. Huffing, he answered. 

All Y/N could hear was non stop shouting, poor Dennis not even getting a word in. He grew paler, biting the inside of his cheek. She was about to take the phone from him and tell that horrible woman off, when he quickly said goodbye and hung up. He made a face she had never seen on him before. 

“Gina wants her stuff from the house. Says she’ll be by tomorrow and demands I have her things in clearly labeled boxes just inside the door. She doesn't want to step foot into my house again.”

She smirked at Dennis, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. “I think a better plan would be to show that cheating whore what she's missing.” 

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Dennis couldn’t stop giggling thinking of the plan. He looked over at his coffee buddy, her short pink sundress making her look like a yummy treat. His fingers began twitching; he so badly wanted to unwrap and devour her. He walked up behind her, winding his arms around her middle. Whispering in her ear, “I’m dying to taste your juicy cunt.”

Her knees wobbled at his dirty words, whimpering as she felt herself getting wet. Y/N glanced at the time, it was too early, he wasn’t playing fair. He began nibbling on her ear while groping her chest, making her clench around nothing, she felt so empty. Well… it wasn’t terribly early. No harm in pregaming. She allowed Dennis to reach under her dress and slide her panties down her legs. 

“Wait,” she reached down to grab the piece of fabric, throwing it to the floor on the other side of the kitchen island near the box labeled ‘the bitches crap.’

Dennis didn’t have time to ponder why she did that because his pants were currently being undone by nimble fingers. His eyes followed her beautiful face as she fell to her knees in front of him. He gripped the counter behind him as she removed his semi hard cock from his pants, her other hand cupping his balls, giving him a smile too innocent for what her naughty hands were up too. 

Leaning forward, Y/N licked at his testicles, gently rolling each in her mouth. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his length, satisfied hearing him gasp and his body jerk. Her ravenous gaze never faltered as she watched him watching her with lust blown eyes. Placing a kiss on his tip, Y/N sucked him fully into her mouth. She swallowed him a few times before allowing his dick out to glide along her cheek. Her tongue gave it a kitten lick and another kiss.

“Fuck,” Dennis gave a needy moan, “please, Y/N.”

Gripping his thighs, her mouth reclaimed his cock, taking him as deeply as she could. Her own arousal drenching her as she continued blowing him. Sparing a peak at the clock, she leaned back, causing Dennis to practically sob. 

He wasn’t disappointed for long as she turned around and pulled up her dress. Putting on the condom he had in his pocket, he grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, bent her over the kitchen island and buried himself to the hilt. The lewd squelch of his cock dragging in and out of her dripping heat drove him into a frenzy. Both began moaning louder as he continued to fuck her. It was almost time.

Gina let herself in, not bothering to knock or ring the bell. Seeing no boxes, she marched into the home yelling, “God damn it, Dennis. I told you to have the boxes ready by the door. Why can’t you do anything right? You are hopeless. You…” She paused at the kitchen entryway, mouth hung open. Blinking a few times in shock. Her ex-husband was screwing some chic from behind, how disgusting. “What the fuck is the meaning of this, Dennis? How dare you, in our fucking kitchen?”

Dennis looked up when his ex started screaming, seeing the offended look on her face, he had to stifle a laugh. “Shut the fuck up, get your shit and get out. My girlfriend and I are busy.” Turning his attention back to the woman under him, he vigorously pounded into her.

Gina couldn’t believe her ears, he had never spoken to her like that. And he certainly never made her make those noises. Avoiding the tossed panties, she grabbed the single box on the floor and hurried out of there, slamming the door behind her. 

The sound of his ex shrieking all the way to her car had the couple in stitches. Dennis couldn’t believe it worked. Y/N was a genius. Pulling out, he turned her body to him, kissing her forehead, nose and lips. “Want to fuck in another room?”

“Ha! Yes, in every room. Give my pussy the tour.”

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A week later, Y/N waited at the coffee kiosk, order in hand. Dennis was late, he had never been late before. To make matters worse, he hasn't responded to her messages for the last two days. She was concerned, but didn’t want to be ‘that’ girlfriend. She didn’t want to smother him if he needed space.

It was almost 8 a.m. when he showed up, giving Y/N a big hug and kissing her cheek. “I’m sorry I’m late and that I haven’t been responsive. Been really busy. I hope you’re not mad.” He took his coffee and donut from her.

“I forgive you, but I have to tell you, D, I was really worried. I thought you were sick, or maybe hurt, or that I must have done something wrong.” 

Dennis’ eyes twinkled in amusement, “Oh no, everythings great thanks to you.” He gave Y/N another bone crushing hug, careful not to spill their coffees. “It worked.”

Her eyebrows drew together, “What worked.”

“Gina came over Saturday morning, begging for another chance, promising to be better. We made love all weekend. I got to show her all the new moves you taught me. She's moving back in as we speak. I’m getting my life back thanks to you. I can't thank you enough for your help.” His excited eyes met Y/N’s as they turned from confused to cold. She threw her drink in his face, called him an asshole and stormed off. 

Dennis was stunned, wiping the iced coffee from his face, he ran to catch up to her. “Y/N, what's wrong? Why did you do that? Hey!” 

She turned on her heel and sneered at him. “What did you expect, a high five for telling me you fucked your ex-wife and are back together with her.” 

Confusion danced across his face, “I don't understand, the plan worked. Gina was so jealous she came crawling back to me…”

“THE PLAN?!” Y/N shouted. “The plan was to show that bitch how you were living your best life without her. Expertly banging YOUR girlfriend,” she patted her chest, “so she regrets the way she treated you. NOT to get her back. NOT to throw me to the side for someone that was so cruel to you your whole life.” 

Dennis was flabbergasted, “Wait, you were my girlfriend? MY girlfriend? Like my real girlfriend, my real actual girlfriend?” He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why would someone as amazing as her want to be with him? He never would have given his ex a second thought if he knew he had her.

Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore.”

He couldn’t breathe, “N-n-no, wait…” 

“Goodbye, Dennis. Hope you have a wonderful life with that tramp.”

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Dennis walked into his house, spotting Gina’s blonde hair at the fridge. She was throwing out his meat, and beer. She didn’t eat that stuff and wouldn’t allow him to. He was preparing himself to say something when a dark haired man bumped into him. The guy apologized and continued on his way, bringing boxes up the stairs. “Who was that?”

Gina spoke without bothering to face him, “That’s just Vinny, he’ll be staying with us for a few days. The poor dear got evicted. Don't worry, he knows we're working on our marriage. He won't be a problem, I promise.”

Oh lovely, the man Gina left him for will be living with them. “Okay,” he agreed defeatedly, walking into the living room. Dennis knew she’d be cheating on him again before sundown, in his house this time, and he will pretend he doesn't know. He’ll pretend everything is fine. 

Seems rock bottom had a basement. Dennis was in hell, he was sure of it. He lost the woman he loved, the only person that ever thought he was worth anything. He couldn't break further, there was nothing left. Dennis sighed and collapsed face down on the floor. Lying there in his own misery, daydreaming of what could have been.

The End

A/N: Oh Dennis…

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

Sequel: It Could Have Been Love (coming soon)

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Strong Connection Detected

Summary: You and Dennis have been friends for quite some time now. When you invite him over to help set up your new router, you can’t help but notice how hot your shy little friend is.

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Soft dom!Reader, sub!Dennis, pet names (Angel, sweetheart, Den, etc.), Dennis is touch starved, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, premature ejaculation, dirty talk, mentions of titty fucking, Reader likes Dennis with his glasses on, Dennis gets pussy whipped instantly.

Word count: 3,830

A/N: I am in a mood for Dennis, so I think the next few fics I write will be ones for him. Or Jefferson. Or Justin Capshaw. We’ll see! Hehe I feel pretty good about this one, I wasn’t while I was starting it, but after looking it over and editing it a bit, I really like it. The world needs more Dennis Baker smut. He’s pathetic and needs a good, solid fucking. I no longer do a tag list! If you want to be notified when I post, follow @littlelioncub-library and turn on the notifications. I love you all!

Kisses 💋

—K

“How’s it going, Den?” You ask from your spot on the couch.

“Almost done,” Dennis mumbles in concentration. He’d been saying the same thing for over half an hour.

You sigh and watch as Dennis pieces your new internet router together. The new machine was far too complex for you to figure out yourself, but when you told Dennis about it he insisted he set it up for you. “Those guys overcharge for installation anyway.” You’d been friends with Dennis for nearly 2 years now, you met at work shortly after his wife left him. He was friendly, a bit on the shy side but always had a nice thing to say, if he ever spoke at all. It took you about 6 months to get him to say more than 15 words to you at the office, but you were nothing if not a patient woman.

Dennis liked that about you; everyone was always trying to rush him; to speak, to get things done, to get out of their way, to sign the divorce papers—but not you. You let him take his time, hell, you even smiled at him when he took more than 40 seconds to stutter out a simple ‘good morning.’ Thankfully as the years rolled on, he got more comfortable with you. Sure, he still stutters like crazy when you stand a little too close or caress his arm while you talk, but, hey, it’s an improvement.

You watch as his large hands skillfully piece together the black box, and you can’t help but admire the thick arms he hides underneath gaudy polo shirts. Your eyes flicker up to his face, his glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, his eyes steely as he focuses, his tongue peeking out. It should be illegal to be this buff and this cute. You bite your lip softly as your thighs begin to rub together, your skin beginning to heat underneath your short floral dress (Dennis’ favorite). You let your eyes continue to wander his body, his thick, muscular thighs are spread as he sits comfortably next to you, and you can’t help but wonder what they would feel like against your naked pus—

“Are you ok?” His concerned words bring you out of your filthy thoughts.  

“Hm? Yeah, why?” You swallow thickly as the tingling between your legs gets stronger. He watches with a slightly nervous gaze as you slowly shift closer to him, your legs pressed against his.

“You were just…” he trails off when your hand curls around his bicep, your hands were always so soft, he swallows thickly.

“I was what, Den?” Your voice drops into a huskier tone almost on its own, the way he reacts to the lightest touches makes you want to tease him more—so you do. Your hand pulls away from his bicep to rest innocently on his inner thigh, the muscle jumping underneath the beige khakis he wore.

“A-Ah!” He squeaks, his eyes wide in shock, he didn’t know what you were doing but he was certain he was going to snap the plastic he held in his hands if you kept going. You smirk at his little noise and bring your other hand to rub his back soothingly.

“Are you ok?” You repeat his words in that sultry tone and Dennis is surprised he hasn’t cum in his pants yet. Your eyes catch sight of the sizable tent straining at his zipper and fight off a moan of your own. As soon as Dennis realizes you see his not-so-little problem, he immediately goes to cover himself with both hands, his face as red as a tomato.

“I-I, I’m sorry!” He rushes out, ready to hear you make fun of him or call him a pervert or kick him out, but instead he feels your gentle hand cover his own, tenderly rubbing backs of his hands and slowly peeling them away from his crotch.

“You don’t have to apologize, Den,” your voice is calm and soothing, as soon as you rest his hands on his knees, you gently hook your finger under his chin, turning him to face you. As frightened and embarrassed as he is, Dennis does as you want him to. The moment your eyes lock, his breathing begins to deepen; there was a lustful darkness taking over your gorgeous eyes, it made the fire in his belly burn even hotter.

“Is this ok?” You ask as your hand returns to his inner thigh, this time stroking the length of his knee, inching closer and closer to the aching bulge between his legs. He almost chokes on his words when he feels you rub his thigh, your question nearly going over his head completely.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he repeats breathlessly as he nods dumbly, his eyes stuck on yours. You smile softly at his consent and finally cup him through his pants, the hardness beneath your palm had you biting your lip. “O-Oh god!” He whimpers under his breath, his pretty eyes fluttering shut as you hold him in your hand.

Finally, your hand begins to move, the grind of your palm into his cock sends Dennis’ mind spinning. It’s been so long since someone touched him, he’s been single ever since his divorce and even before then his ex-wife hardly looked at him let alone touched him. He’d grown so accustomed to the feeling of his own hand that he forgot how good it felt to be touched by someone else.

“Dennis,” you repeat again softly, he let himself get so carried away in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear you call his name. He opens his eyes again, desperation and worry written all over his face. The way he got so caught up in the pleasure just your hand gave him made you hungry for more. Your nose brushes against his as you lean in closer. “Can I kiss you?”

“Fuck, p-please,” he whimpers again, his eyes sliding shut again as you kiss him. You sigh happily against his lips, the way he immediately submitted to you was everything you dreamed of. His lips were soft and shy, afraid to go too far but still hungry for any shred of kindness you offered. When your tongue licked at the seam of his lips, his hips surged forward into your hand on instinct. Your grip on his cock tightened ever so slightly, pulling a sharp gasp from the timid man next to you. Sliding your tongue into his parted mouth, you moaned at the taste of him; mint toothpaste and the chocolate muffin you gave him as a snack an hour before.

You both lose yourselves in the kiss, each one intensifying with each passing moment. You sink your teeth into his swollen bottom lip, drawing a shaky moan from the back of his throat. Suddenly you slide from your spot next to him, making him pout, his lips ready to begin pouring pleas and apologies. When you settle yourself on the floor in between his spread thighs, Dennis couldn’t help but curse. He wanted to commit the scene before him to memory: your beautiful eyes looking up at him while you kneel for him.

“Now, Den,” you speak softly, you were just as breathless as he was, except you were half drunk with power, you trail both hands up his inner thighs, sending shivers through his body, “tell me what you want me to do.”

“Fuck,” he curses again as he tries to find the words but his brain is damn near useless right now. You smirk as you watch him scramble to speak, you knew he was shy, so you relished in his reactions. “I want… I want you…”

“You want me to what, Dennis?” Your tone is encouraging and reassuring, that alone is enough to make Dennis’ heart beat erratically. He let out a frustrated noise as he tried to regain some composure. “Want me to touch you?”

“Whatever you want,” he whispers, “I want-want you to do whatever you want…”

His cute answer makes you smile at him, you bring your lips to his again, rewarding him for his good answer. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, chasing your sweet lips.

“You wanna know what I wanna do to you, Dennis?” You ask slowly in between sweet kisses, “I wanna suck your cock,” he moans at your words, “and then ride you nice and hard, make you feel so fucking good, until you cum inside me… you want that?”

“Yes! Yes—fuck!—yes!” He gushes out as you begin to unbutton his pants, eager to get your mouth on him. The sound of his zipper being pulled down suddenly snapped him out of his desperate haze. “Wait!” He called, his hands holding your wrists still. You look up at him, your hands stopped in their tracks.

“Something wrong, Den?” You ask as he licks his lips, you could tell he was looking for the right words to say, “Do you want me to stop? We don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want to,” you say sincerely with a sweet, soft smile. When he didn’t say anything for a few moments, you smiled a little wider and started to get up from your spot between his knees, “we could jus—“

“No!” He exclaims a little louder than he intended, a sheepish, apologetic smile gracing his lips, “sorry, no, please, I-I don’t want you to stop. It’s just,” He took a deep breath, his eyes looking down at the floor, “I haven’t been w-with anyone since my div-divorce and, uh, my ex-wife, she said that my, um, my penis was… was bad…” He waited for the cruel laughter, the mocking words, a scoff—something. But instead, you tilted his chin up to look at you, he found your gentle expression and a warmth in your eyes that he’s never seen before.

“I’m sure she said many other cruel, untrue things to you, Dennis,” you push a hand through his hair, caressing the side of his face as you speak, “things you didn’t deserve. Let me show you what you deserve, Angel. Hm?”

Dennis gives you a shy nod and you all but devour his lips, your movements are strong and determined, it leaves him scrambling to take it all yet yearning for more. This time he doesn’t stop you when you pull his zipper down, your hands pulling down his pants and boxers to his mid thigh in one go. With your tongue sliding sensually against his, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, your fingers hardly able to touch. Dennis whimpers loudly into the kiss, his mouth hanging open as you massage his shaft. You sigh at the weight of him in your palm and pull back to look at him. You drool when you see the monster between his thighs; a wide, angry red tip atop a long veiny shaft that pulsed in time with his heartbeat.

“Holy shit, Den,” you moan in awe and give his cock a stroke, licking your lips as a bead of precum coats your fingers, “you’ve got such a big cock, can’t fucking wait to feel you splitting me open,” you ramble, your feral gaze locked on his tip, watching as more precum oozes from his hole. “Fucking hell…”

“Oh! Oh fuck!” He cries out, his head falling back against the couch as your lips wrap around his tip, your tongue greedily lapping up the salty precum as your hand jerks him off. You moan around him as you begin to move, taking more and more of him into your mouth with each eager bob of your head. Dennis’ thighs shake beside your head, his whole body strumming and thrashing with pleasure. He’s never had anyone go down on him before so this was a whole new experience to him. “Oh my god! Oh my god!”

Large hands grip the back of your head, guiding you lower and lower down his length each time. You take a deep breath through your nose, relax your throat and take him as deep as you possibly can. His toes curl in his socks when he feels himself breech your throat, his length suddenly disappearing into your hot, wet mouth. A confused but wanton moan flying from his mouth as you swallow him down, the grip in your hair tightening to the point of pain. You manage to fit most of him down your throat, your hand jerking the last inch or two that can’t fit in your throat yet.

The noises Dennis makes leaves you absolutely dripping, your hips grinding into nothing with need, your panties were definitely ruined. Your eyes sting with tears and drool coats your chin, but you love it too much to care. He looks the part of a debauched mess; his skin dewey with sweat, his lips parted and red from your sloppy kisses, and his face contorted as the painful bliss that he’s never known before overwhelms him. It’s doing wonders for your confidence.

“I-I, I’m gonna cum!” He sobs between the fat tears that roll down his face, your mouth suddenly pulling off of him with a wet pop. A heartbroken whine of your name leaves his lips but your spit covered mouth silences him with a sloppy kiss. He tastes himself on your tongue as you shut him up in the best way possible.

“I want you to cum in my pussy, Den, not my mouth,” you mumble against him lips, gripping the collar of his pink polo shirt, you tug him to his feet. He sways a bit, the edging making it hard for him to stand straight as you lead him to your bedroom. Wasting no time, you shut the door and push him to the neatly made bed and crawl up the length of his body, settling in his lap. “Undress me, Dennis, please?”

You didn’t need to ask him again. He sits up quickly, his shaky but eager hands are quick to unzip your dress and yank it over your head, tossing it to the floor behind you. Dennis never thought he would ever be here, laying on your bed with you in his lap, begging him to strip you naked. Yet here he was, staring at your bare breasts; he was positive he was drooling but he couldn’t think hard enough to care. “You’re so…beautiful…”

Your shy giggle made him smile softly. “Touch me, Den,” You guide his hands to the swell of your chest, and Dennis is sure that he’ll never be able to go a day without feeling your pillowy soft tits in his hand. He moans and massages the tender flesh passionately, leaning down to suck on your hard nipples, your hand gripping the back of his head.

“So soft,” he mutters in amazement against your sensitive nipple.

“O-Oh fuck, yes, that’s it, so fucking good…” Your soft moans and praises leave Dennis ravenous, he switches between your breasts, making sure to give each one equal attention. He feels your hand tug at his polo and he reluctantly pulls back to help you take it off, pushing his pants and boxers off completely too. You sit back and shimmy out of your ruined panties, giving Dennis a show as you slowly peel the wet fabric from the juncture of your thighs. He whimpers with need and a drooling mouth when he sees a string of your arousal cling to your underwear before breaking and coating your thighs. But before he could get his mouth on you, you push him on his back. A grin finds a way across your face, the sight had Dennis’ stomach doing flips and his own shy smile tugging at his lips. He’s about to take his glasses off but you’re not having it.

“No, leave them on,” You grin as he nods and lowers his hands, “you’re always so cute, Den,” you muse as you crawl over him once more, slowly lowering your naked pussy to his cock.

“Ah-haaaah!” He groans, his eyes open wide to watch as your lips drape around his girth. You moan at his noises and begin to rock back and forth, letting your slick leak down his shaft. “Please, please, Sweetheart, please,” he gasps, his hands on your hips to help you grind on him.

“Please, what, Den?” You smirk and run your hands across his chest teasingly. He shivers violently, his eyes falling shut for a moment before pleading up at you.

“Need to be inside you, please— o-or I’m gonna cum like this,” he begged. He sounded so sweet when he begged for you like this, you ‘ll have to be sure to make him do it more often. You listen to him chant ‘please’ under his breath as he fights off his high, your grinding was quickly unravelling him.

“You wanna be inside me, Den?” You lift up on your knees, rubbing his tip through your soft petals. He nods frantically, muttering ‘yes’ over and over, his eyes glued to the spot between your legs. “You’ve been so good for me, always been so good… I think you deserve it, don’t you?”

“Yes, please!” He sobs, his hands now balling up your bedsheets, he’d say anything to get you to sit on his cock right now. Thankfully, he said the magic words. You slowly let gravity pull you down, your tight little hole stretching around him perfectly. Inch by inch you take him in, the hot, wet feeling of your walls finally wrapped around his cock has Dennis speechless, he can’t breathe, he can’t think, he’s certain that his heart stopped beating. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” He moans wantonly.

“Ohhh fuck, yes, Dennis!” You gasp as you finally take the last inch, your bodies finally connected. Another wave of pride washes over you when you see the fucked out expression on Dennis’ face. The way his eyes crossed before closing made you feel like a fucking Goddess. You give yourself a moment to relish the burning stretch of his cock nestled deep in your cunt. You’re about to start riding him when his large, surprisingly strong hands grip your waist in a bruising hold, keeping you still.

“Not yet, not yet, please, God, not yet,” he babbles on in a strained voice, his whole body tense and trembling with pleasure as he forces himself back from the edge. You pout but stay still until the rapid rise and fall of his chest calmed down a bit. This time when he tries to hold you in place, you swat his hands away and begin to bounce in his lap. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Oh my God, Den, I can feel you in my fucking stomach,” you moan and speed up, the pleasure his cock provides was quickly becoming addictive and you were jonesing for more. At your words he lets out a high pitched whimper, his eyes wanting to fall shut but he fights to keep them open. He was mesmerized by your body, how his cock seemed to just barely fit inside you, and then your tits—he could watch them bounce in time with your filthy movements for the rest of his life and never get bored. You catch him staring and smirk, bringing his hands to your chest again. Dennis feels how the supple flesh jiggles each time you throw yourself down on his cock. “You like my tits, baby?” You moan when his thumbs rub circles over your nipples.

“Yes, holy fuck, I love them, they’re fucking perfect, so fucking perfect,” he whines as you lean into him, smothering his face in your chest. He’s quick to latch on to your nipple, his arms wound tightly around your middle and his mouth sinful and dirty, his body reacting on pure instinct now. Your pace quickens as he sucks harshly at your tit, his hips rising to meet yours.

“Next time, I’ll let you fuck them,” you whisper huskily in his ear, his body tensing and a loud sob leaving his swollen lips at the thought, “you like that? You imagining fucking my tits, Den? Putting your fat cock between ‘em, pushing them together, and fucking them until you’re coming all over me?”

You knew what your dirty talk was doing to him, each word pushed him closer and closer to his high, which he was desperately trying to postpone. He wanted this to last forever, he wasn’t sure if this was just a one time thing but at the mention of there being a ‘next time,’ Dennis can’t help but fuck into you faster and harder, his hands crawling at your skin with blunt nails. The feeling of your tight cunt milking him for all he’s worth is addictive, then your filthy words and sinful promises only bring him right to the edge. It was all building, and soon it was too much for him to stand.

“Ahh! Oh my God, I’m coming! I’m coming!” He suddenly cries, his eyes wide in shock as he empties himself inside you, those strong thigh muscles tense and shake in time with his short, panicked thrusts. You moan as you feel the heat of his seed fill your womb, the seemingly endless ropes of cum keep coming and coming until he drips out of you. The strangled cries and moans of the man beneath you tell you that you’ve done your job— Dennis Baker was completely ruined. You smirk as he comes down, his hips stalling out as he goes lax under you. “Holy fuuuuuck!” He groaned in a trembling voice, his chest heaving. You chuckle at his fucked out voice.

“How are you feeling, Den? Feelin’ good?” You ask while you catch your own breath, petting his messy hair. He hums and nods, his eyes heavy and he relaxes.

“I feel… God, I-I never felt this way before,” he slurs, and looks up at you with a dopey love-sick smile, one that you can’t help but return. His smile drops as his face twists in worry, “you didn’t finish,” you can see the disappointment in his eyes, “I’m sorry, you just—I just, I couldn’t stop it, I—“

“Shhh, it’s ok, Den,” you soothe with a mischievous smile and wink. Dennis looks up at you in awe, thanking whatever higher power made him the luckiest bastard on the fucking planet. When you started to grind on his hypersensitive cock, his whole body jolted at the sharp sting of sensitivity that shot through him, his back bowing off the bed as he groans, his hands trying to hold you still again.

“Aaaaah! Fuck!” He shouts as you give him gentle little bounces. You lower your mouth to his neck, softly kissing and biting the exposed skin there.

“You can make it up to me this round.”

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