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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Whispers and Declarations

Summary: Dennis is on the phone when he realizes something big.

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY minors DNI), fluff, dom!Dennis Baker, glimpses of dark! Or yandre!Dennis Baker, romantic notions, squirting, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex in an established relationship, creampie, rough, intense sex, Dennis being obsessed with Reader and letting it show, size kink, pain kink, Dennis being pussy whipped in the best way possible, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Word count: No idea, I wrote this on my phone, but she's lengthy!

A/N: As my many other posts have stated: I feel so good about this one, you guys! It feels so much more coherent and articulate and I can't wait to hear what you guys think! This was intense for no other reason than I wanted it to be. I hope you love it, and may we all find our Dennis 🥰🫂💖

Kisses 💋

—K

Part 1

"Hey, boss, can I call you back? Something came up."

The deep vibration of his voice sent a shiver through you, his gaze was set on yours and much more alluring than before. You chewed your lip as Dennis hung up the phone and tossed to the other couch without a thought.

"Come here, sweetheart," he rasps quietly, his hand beckoning you up his body. You crawl up the length of him as he sits up, settling you into his lap. Two big hands hold your head tenderly, almost as if you might break with the slightest pressure.

Dennis takes his time, drinking in the beautiful creature before him. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you were his, you wanted him, you loved him. His breathing hitches slightly, his gaze still dancing across your features. When your soft hands slide up his arms to rest on the backs of his own, Dennis draws in a deep breath.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" He mutters while staring intensely, his voice was a whisper but his words echoed in your head like he screamed them at the top of his lungs. You feel your face heat up slightly at his words, your gaze breaking from his for a moment but Dennis isn't having it. "Look at me."

"Yes," you whisper back when your eyes meet once more. And it's true, you know how much he loves you, it's nearly as much as you love him. You see the muscles in his jaw tighten, the grip on your head tightens softly too. Dennis takes another deep breath, this one much more intense than the first sigh.

"Do you know what I'd do for you?" His voice is strained as he reigns in all the feelings swarming in his chest. You lick your lips and Dennis glances at your enticing lips hungrily. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

At this point, you know he's not expecting an answer. His eyebrows pinch together as he tries to desperately convey everything he feels. He takes one hand and guides it to his chest. You feel the erratic thumping of his heart, the pounding rhythm was accented by the slight heave of his chest as he begins to pant. Your own breathing was deepening to a quick pace.

"Do you feel what you do to me?" He gasps as he presses your hand to the front of his grey sweatpants. The straining erection throbs at the contact of your hand, Dennis's thighs twitching with delight. He holds your hand to him, his hips naturally pushing up to meet you.

"Yes," you sigh. Your jaw hangs open at his actions. You never dreamed in a million years that your sweet, shy, little Den could be so intense. Your hand grips the outline of his cock gently, the action has Dennis grunting.

"I love you so fucking much," he growls before claiming your mouth. If you thought his words were intense, they're nothing compaired to his kisses. You mewl into his mouth as he pulls you deeper and deeper into him. His hand leaves your wrist to wrap his arm around your waist completely, trapping you in his lap.

It's almost a blur from then. One moment you're nestled on the couch, the next he has you hoisted up in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist securely. Your back hits the cushy springs of your mattress followed by Dennis hovering above you.

"Dennis," you moan in awe against his lips as he cages you underneath him. The sound of his name rolling off your tongue is music to his ears, that's all he wants to hear for the rest of his life, but he'll settle for the rest of the night for now.

Dennis uses your little moan as a moment to slip his tongue deeper into your mouth. Normally he'd resign to your dominance, but right now he's on a mission. You sigh a pleased little moan when he takes over the kiss, your hands carding through his hair to mess up the neatly combed strands.

The little squeak you give him breaks his resolve. Dennis pulls your clothes off with a vigor he hasn't felt before. When he finally peels your soaked panties from your core, he curses under his breath. He spends a moment staring at the dripping honeypot between your luscious thighs.

"D-Dennis!" You moan as he suddenly engulfs you, his mouth covering your entire sex eagerly. Moaning deep in his throat, Dennis lets himself feast on you. His tongue moves in bold actions, collecting every drop of your juice before burrowing into your folds. Your legs tremble around his head, further encouraging Dennis's motions.

Your hands claw at his hair, using it to hold him to you while you writhe. He hums happily at the sting at his scalp, his grip on your thighs tightening to keep you open to his attacks. When his lips wrap around your clit, you know you're about to break.

"Dennis! Baby! So close!" You whine for him, your eyes rolling back as the tension builds and builds in your core. A throaty groan is your response from your sweet lover, his hands shifting to pull your heat against his face, your lower half nearly completely off the bed. Flattening his tongue, he thrashes his head side to side wildly. "F-Fuck! M'coming! Dennis!!"

That's what he wanted to hear.

He moans as loud as he can into your pussy, the vibrations pushing you head first into one of the best orgasms you've ever had. Your back arches as you ride the crest of your release, hips wiggling uselessly against Dennis's soaked face.

The moment you cum, Dennis is drinking it up like a man who's been in the desert. Not a single drop was left behind as Dennis licks you clean, the sticky sweet essence was addictive. With one last tongue-filled kiss to your cunt, Dennis releases you to the bed. You gasp for breath, your body was wrung out like a sponge and from the look in his eyes, Dennis was nowhere near done with you yet.

With shaky hands, he tore off his own clothes. The relieved hiss he let out when his hot erection met the cool air of the room left goosebumps on your skin. Kicking off his sweats and boxers to the floor, Dennis drapes himself over you once more and you welcome him with open arms.

"Holy shit, Dennis that was fucking incredible," you purr before he conquers your mouth once more. The taste of your cum has your head spinning and your body burning for more. Each word only adds to the pride pooling in his chest, he sucks on your lower lip before releasing it with a 'pop.'

"I need you so bad," Dennis confesses as he manhandles you into position. Tucking one leg up and over his hip, he presses on your inner thigh to hold you open for him. He looks down to watch his cock slide across your folds in short quick motions as he coats himself in your slick.

Dennis tries to catch his breath but finds it nearly impossible, and so do you. You whimper each time his thick tip nudges against your clit. He pushes his hips flush with your ass, resting his cock against your skin— showing off how big he was compared to you.

You try to speak but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a sweet moan of his name, but thats all that Dennis needs to hear. Guiding himself to your throbbing hole, Dennis grips your jaw in one hand.

"Look at me, baby," he whispers gruffly. He makes sure your eyes on focused on his before he slowly pushes into you. He can't stop his own choked moans as he fills you inch by inch. The way your supple flesh gives as he works his cock into you is divine.

You let out your own fluttery moan as you feel him plunge deeper and deeper. You swear on everything holy that you've never felt so full in your entire life. When you think he's bottomed out, another few inches slide into you. Just more and more and more and more until you think you'll burst at the seams.

Finally, you meet the end of him, his pelvis pressed snuggly against the juicy curve of your ass. Your hands claw at the meat of his unfairly musclar shoulders as you both pant into each other's mouths.

"D-Dennis!" Your voice is thin and thoroughly fucked out.

"I know, I know, Jesus fucking Christ, I know," he groans and releases your jaw to hold your thigh open. He wastes no time drawing his hips back slowly, forcing you to feel every inch slide out of you until his thick mushroom tip is all that's left. Then in one hard movement, he stuffs you to the brim once more, forcing a yelp of from your open mouth. He does it again and again, each intense thrust knocking the air from your lungs deliciously.

You've never been fucked like this before.

"Feel me inside you? Feel how fucking deep I am?" He grits out, a darkness taking hold of him as he stares down at you. "I know you can, I know you'll feel me for days afterwards too."

You babble a response and hold on for dear life as he speeds up, keeping his nearly punishing pace. The bite of your nails in his shoulder make Dennis's head spin.

"Need you to feel it, baby," he grunts, "need you to feel how much I fucking love you." Dennis loses all control, his hips snapping on their own accord and his hands clawing at your flesh hard enough to bruise. One particular thrust sends his head straight into your g-spot. You feel like you're being electrocuted in the best possible way. Dennis can't help but smirk.

"Dennis! Oh my God!" You scream and toss your head back, surrendering to his actions happily. The bed slamming into the wall violently in perfect time with his viciously passionate thrusts accent your screams.

"Do you feel it?!" He shouts between your wanton moans, opting to attack your bared throat. He sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, staking his claim over you. "Do you fucking feel it?!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" You chant over and over, your second orgasm already threatening to wash over you. It was going to be big. You hear Dennis curse into the sweaty skin of your neck before kissing up to your ear.

"I'm going to fucking marry you," he confesses darkly, his words slurring slightly, he sounds drunk. "I'm going to make you my wife," he brings an uncoordinated hand to your clit, rubbing rough circles on your little nub to push you closer to the edge, "never gonna let you leave me, I'd die for you, I'd kill for you—Holy shit, I fucking love you! Can never get enough of you!"

It's the conviction in his voice that shows he means every single word. You feel overwhelmed by it all, but, fuck, if you don't love it. You don't even get the chance to warn him before you're tumbling over the edge once more. The stuttering in-take of breath you wheeze into Dennis's ear tells him that you're going to cum. He pops his head up to watch your face intently.

"That's it! Cream on my cock! Make a fucking mess!" He encourages through gritted teeth as he fights back his own end.

The rubber band in the pit of your stomach draws tighter and tighter until it finally snaps. It feels like a tsunami crashing down on you, your limbs shake in Dennis's hands as you soak him. You can faintly hear his dirty words of encouragement over the ringing in your ears as your walls constrict around him. Your body relaxes as you finally start to come down, but soon sensitivity shoots through your core.

"You fucking squirted," he moans reverently, his pace not once slowing down. You give him a whine, but he's quick to soothe you, "shhhh shhhh I know, I know, but you gotta give me one more, give me one more!"

He leaves no room for arguments as he doubles down and lifts you leg over his shoulder. You whimper and cling to him desperately, only stoking the fire in Dennis's bones. He groans harshly with each stroke, his lips finding yours once more in a sloppy kiss.

It doesn't take much more for him to bring you back to the edge, your pussy both screams and sings with sensitivity and pleasure. You tremble and your eyes sting with tears, everything just felt so good.

"Dennis! I-I love you!" You whimper into his mouth, he greedily swallows your words. The sweet sound of your voice has the pleasure in Dennis's bones doubling. He gives you a pained moan in response, his eyes squeezing shut as he begins to get lost. "I love you, Dennis! I'm gonna cum! M'gonna cum for you, baby!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fucking cum!" He bellows with excitement, he needs you to cum before he does. Thankfully, the messy roll of his hips grind right into your clit and you're done for.

With a wordless scream, you cum around him for one last time. Dennis peels his eyes open to watch you release again. He'll never get tired of seeing how your face twists, or the cute crease of your eyebrows furrowing, how your beautiful lips part while you scream for him, the way your eyes stay on his as long as possible before rolling back in your head.

Dennis's own face contorts, eyes crossing and rolling, his body going rigid. You smile briefly when you feel him twitch deep inside you.

"Yes, do it! Do it!" You breathlessly cry, your tears falling down the sides of your face and into your hair. "Cum for me, Den!"

And Dennis is done for.

"A-Aaaah! FUCK!" He cries, "take it, take it, take it!" He whines, reverting back to his desperately needy ways. You both writhe together, milking each other for all you're worth. Constant moans pour from your mouths as Dennis slowly comes to a stop, finally resting on top of you. He rests his entire body weight on you, too spent from the intensity of everything to hold himself up.

Carefully, he eases your leg down from his shoulder, caressing the tender flesh of your thigh as he moves you. You feel lazy pecks being dusted along the curve of your neck and shoulder, each one was chaste and sweet, soothing out the bites and hickeys Dennis left behind in a fit of passion.

Your eyes droop heavily with exhaustion. Slowly circling your arms around his neck, you hold your sweetheart to you. Dennis smiles when he feels your hug and immediately returns it, tucking you in underneath him even more.

"I'm gonna keep you forever," he whispers, his voice breathy and hoarse from shouting. More kisses rain down on your sweaty skin, lulling you deeper into the tiredness that crept into your bones. You're about to speak but Dennis beats you to it. "Shhhhhhhhh just sleep, I'll take care of you."

You do as he says and let sleep pull you away while you listen to his now steady breathing.

"I'll always take care of you."

Part 1

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disturbedbydesign · 2 years

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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 :)

#dennis baker fanfiction #dennis baker x reader #dennis baker x you #dennis baker #chris evans #chris evans characters #take me home series

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xcaptain-winterx · 2 years

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Dennis Baker Masterlist

One Shots / Drabbles

• coming soon

#chris evans #chris evans character x reader #Chris Evan x reader #dennis #dennis x reader #eating a burger out of the toilet #chris evans dennis #dennis baker #dennis baker x reader #dennis baker x you #dennis baker x y/n

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weirdlookindog · 4 months

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Scars of Dracula (1970) - Italian Poster

art by Enzo Tarantelli.

#scars of dracula #christopher lee #dennis waterman #jenny hanley #1970 #1970s movies #roy ward baker #hammer horror #hammer films #enzo tarantelli #horror movie poster

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medievaltemptress · 1 year

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Natasha Lyonne for Flaunt Magazine ph by Dennis Leupold

#natasha lyonne #dennis leupold #flaunt magazine #cristina ehrlich #taylor m hess #john d.#miss jo baker #alex jachno #upload #instagram #makeup

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tinkerbitch69 · 4 months

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Same vibes

#plastic tom baker creeps me out #he’s not real he can’t hurt me #are we sure he’s not an auton?#doctor who #dw #doctor who memes #dw memes #classic who #the five doctors #fourth doctor #tom baker #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #iasip #iasip memes #dennis reynolds #glenn howerton

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simonbakeralbum · 5 months

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The Mentalist 07-02

#simon baker #patrick jane #the mentalist #tim kang #kimball cho #dennis abbott #rockmond dunbar

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tteokkins · 8 months

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has anyone boygenius-ed them. i kind of need to know but i am not a big enough fan of boygenius to know who is who

#is charlie julien baker bc hes short #if charlie is julien then it feels like mac is lucy and dennis is phoebe but that feels wrong.#dennis doesnt deserve to be any of them #can someone muna-ify them too #the boys #boygenius #iasip #mac mcdonald #charlie kelly #dennis reynolds #muna

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21stcenturyschizoidcat · 22 days

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One album wonders

Skip Spence

Blind Faith

Derek and the Dominos

The Rockets

Flaming Youth

Food Brain

Shinki Chen

Fotheringay

Gandalf

Giles, Giles, and Fripp

McDonald and Giles

The Young Veins

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mariocki · 1 year

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Scars of Dracula (1970)

"You must give me time to prepare you for what we both have to do."

"Both?"

"Yes, both of us. Without my guidance, you'd never survive the ordeal; without your courage, I could not even attempt it."

#scars of dracula #1970 #hammer horror #dracinema #hammer films #roy ward baker #anthony hinds #christopher lee #jenny hanley #dennis waterman #christopher matthews #patrick troughton #michael gwynn #michael ripper #wendy hamilton #anouska hempel #delia lindsay #bob todd #david leland #james bernard #absolutely chaotic in terms of script and plotting‚ with a first act that feels like the end of a different film entirely (the angry mob #burn down the castle in the first 15 minutes! and then it's not really a plot point after that!). Lee was late to agree to returning‚ so #this was written as a potential reboot with another actor; it also had the misfortune to be packaged in a double deal with Hammer's #Frankenstein reboot‚ the p woeful Horror of Frankenstein‚ which hasn't helped its reputation. but it's ok? not great by any means but not #quite as bad as its reputation either. Lee wrote and spoke very dimly of this film but he's actually giving it everything on camera and he #gets used to his strengths (he probably has more dialogue here than in the rest of the Hammer Draculas combined). Stoker purists will enjoy #little details from the book (Drac scampers around the castle walls at last) and for the rest of us there's Pat Troughton cosplaying as a #werewolf as Drac man's right hand arm Klove. he's pretty wonderful (tunelessly whistling and happily bobbing around as he butchers and #dismembers the corpse of an unfortunate victim) but it made me truly insane in the brain when i did the maths and realised this was barely #a year after he finished work on DW; he looks a decade older‚ at least. James Bernard's score is absolutely brilliant‚ too among his best

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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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.

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Here With Me

Summary: You both are left to deal with the aftermath of your first fight.

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of break ups, miscommunication, Dennis being the worst at texting, a nervous/anxious reader, Dennis being the cheesy romantic he is, Dennis gets his shit together for this (he will go back to being our stumbling little baby later).

Word Count: No clue, babes, I wrote this on me phone

A/N: Alright! Let's clean up this mess, I made 😄 I think a little drama in paradise really rounds them out as a couple. Yes, this part is named after another The Killers song. You should listen to them. Then talk to me about them. Anyway! I hope you liked this little 2 part episode for our little love birds! (Ok, I just finished writing this and I'm like..... do I make a part 3 with steamy make up sex??????????? 👀)

Kisses 💋

—K

Part 1

The day went by in a blur, but it wasn't the pleasant kind where time flies by effortlessly, no. The pain and guilt rested heavy on Dennis' shoulders and dragged out each hour for an eternity. He couldn't get anything done, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of you, if you were ok, if you ate breakfast, if you wanted to break up with him. Dennis has to shake his head to keep that thought from staying around. He couldn't bear the idea of you leaving him, he knew he wouldn't survive that.

He spent the work day staring at his phone, waiting and hoping that any notification would be you texting him about what's happening in your department or telling him to drink more water. But nothing came, just a bunch of spam emails and game notifications.

When he had the task of dropping off some reports to the higher ups, Dennis couldn't help but search the sea of desks and heads for you. The pit in his stomach grew when he saw your spot empty and neat, like you hadn't shown up at all. He saw one of your coworkers perched at the sink in the break room and had to ask if you were in. His shoulders slumped in defeat when he found out that you'd decided to work from home for the rest of the week.

You were definitely giving him space. Just like he wanted.

If you were being completely honest, you'd rather shit in your hands and clap than go to work today. You didn't want to run into Dennis, especially knowing that he was still angry with you. Thankfully, you had a few work-from-home days saved up that you decided to cash in.

You spent the day on your couch, tapping away on your laptop. You didn't bother changing out of your pajamas, it's not like you were going anywhere for the next few days anyway. The urge to text Dennis worsened as the day went on, but you thought if he wanted to talk to you, he would. For the rest of the day, your phone was silent.

Dennis got home to an empty house, which would have been normal but glaring obviousness of your absence made the place cold. He plopped down on the couch with a heavy sigh, the exhaustion was catching up with him. Holding his phone in his hands, he stared at your last text, his thumbs poised over the keyboard.

There was so much he wanted to say, but he knew that it needed to be said in person. So, without letting his nerves get the best of him he shoots you a quick text. The moment it says 'sent' he drops his phone to the coffee table and hides his face in his hands.

The sound of your phone going off has you scrambling to unlock it. You chew your lip as you finally pull up his text, it's short and to the point.

"We need to talk. Could you come over tomorrow after work?"

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

That didn't sound good. What good conversation ever starts with "we need to talk?" None of them. Your eyes water instantly as you stare at the screen. Quickly swallowing the tears that want to overflow, you text back your response.

"Of course."

Dennis jumps when his phone vibrates against the wood table, he let's out a sigh of relief when he reads your response. He leans back into the cushions and runs his hands through his hair. Shutting his eyes, he begins to plan out his apology, what he's going to say, what he'll make you for dinner, what flowers to get you. Soon his tired and planning mind slips away into a dull sleep.

You wait for any reply but instead are mocked with the obnoxious 'read' underneath your message. Which really solidifies that, yeah, this cannot be good. The sinking feeling in your chest doubles as you try to catch yourself before you spiral. You succeed for the most part. You tell yourself over and over that Dennis could just want to explain what happened, you don't know that he's going to break up with you. Anything can happen, and that does nothing to calm you down. With a shaky sigh, you crawl back into bed and turn out the light.

The sound of your alarm pulled you out from the numb pillow of sleep. You stare up at the ceiling as you listen to A/C fill the silent space. Your stomach was in knots, every fiber in your being told you to stay in bed, that if you hid under your blanket nothing could hurt you. But you knew that was no way to live.

You got up and dressed for work. Now in a fresh pair of sweat pants and your favorite band t shirt— you needed the comfort they offered— you got down to work. If you were going to be dumped today, you might as well make some money too.

Dennis woke up with a kink in his neck, sleeping on the couch wasn't part of his grand apology plan. It quite literally threw a kink in it. He winced as he stretched out his sore neck. Thankfully, he woke up earlier than his alarm so he had time to call in sick. Terry wasn't happy to hear that he wasn't coming in to work but Dennis managed to conjure up a convincing cough and a stuffy voice. If he was going to do this right, Dennis needed the entire day to prep.

By mid-afternoon Dennis nearly had everything set up. The house was clean, his fridge was stocked with your favorite foods for dinner, he had bought 3 bouquets of flowers, he had his outfit picked out, and he was half way done figuring out what he's going to say. All he needed to do was shower and get dressed.

It was time. You were cleaned up and ready to go. You opted for a casual look, some black trousers and a confortable long sleeve shirt. You looked cute enough to show him what he might be missing but casual enough for it to be a regular Friday night outfit for you. With one last touch up to your hair, you told him you were on your way and head out the door.

Dennis was shaking like a leaf, his hands are sweaty and clammy. His brain decided to leave the worst case scenarios until the last minute: "what if she doesn't forgive you? Could you blame her? You basically told her to fuck off. You're lucky she hasn't dumped you yet"— oh God, what if you wanted to dump him?

Before he could think about it any longer, the doorbell rang. He mumbled an 'oh god, please' as he picked up the nearest bouquet (he'd give you the rest later) and opened the door. The grip he had on the flowers tightened when he saw you. You looked more serious than he's ever seen, sadness had overtaken your naturally dazzling eyes, a sadness that he's responsible for. He didn't like that one bit.

You steel your nerves as the door opens, ready to see an angry or disgruntled Dennis on the other side. You weren't expecting the flowers. Glancing from his face to the flowers and back, you both take a moment to take each other in. Assessing the damage.

"Hi," you break the silence. That seems to pull Dennis back into the moment, he shakes his head and clears his throat.

"Oh, hi, sorry," he gushes, his cheeks burning pink, "these are for you," he offers you the roses.

You can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips, the sight of it makes Dennis' heart flutter. He pulls the door open wider for you, offering to take your coat, which you let him do. The apartment looked a lot cleaner than it ever had, not a speck of dust could be found on any of the surfaces. You follow him to the kitchen, and you don't have time to suppress the gasp at what you find.

The lights were dimmed to allow the glow of the candles that scattered the kitchen and dining room to illuminate you both. The two other bouquets were arranged into lovely vases, each one elegant and divine in their own way. You take it all in in silence, the pit in your stomach dissipating almost instantly. This definitely wasn't a break up.

Dennis watches intently as you stand quietly in his kitchen, your back was to him and it was killing him not seeing your reactions. The silence was getting to be too much for him to bear. Licking his lips, he clears his throat and calls your name. You turn to look at him, and the softened expression you give him has his breathing deepen. He almost forgets everything he wanted to say.

"I... I am so sorry," he speaks gently and slowly, his tone was as sincere as he could muster, "I have no excuse for behaving the way I did, or saying the things I did," his voice cracks when he remembers what he said, but he manages to continue. "These last few days have been some of the worst days in my life. I never want to live through another day knowing that I hurt you, and I— baby, I'm just so sorry."

Dennis was crying by the time he finishes, hell, so were you. You take in his words, replaying them over and over. Without saying a word, you slowly approach him and wrap your arms around his neck. Dennis responds immediately, his own arms winding around your waist to hug you tightly. He lets out the biggest sigh when he feels you holding him just as tight, which only makes him want to cry harder.

"I forgive you, Den," you whisper softly. You hear Dennis draw in a shaky breath before squeezing you so hard your bones hurt. The relief was palpable, the whole room seemed to lighten within an instant. You let out a little laugh, relaxing into his firm hold while Dennis clings to you.

"I'm so sorry," he repeats as he pulls back to look down at you with watery eyes.

"I know, baby," you nod and hold his jaw in one hand.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," he rambles on, you nod again and rest your head on his shoulder once more, Dennis leaning his temple against yours.

"I thought you were going to break up with me," you chuckle. Dennis looks at you with a shocked expression.

"What?" His heart breaks at the thought of leaving you, even more so at the fact that you thought he was going to leave you.

"Yeah, just felt like it was coming," you chuckle again, wiping your wet cheek with the back of your hand to avoid looking at Dennis' face, but you knew he wanted you to elaborate. "Like you didn't text or call, so I knew you didn't want to talk just yet. Then there was the "we need to talk" text, and it just sounded like you were getting ready to dump me or ask for a break or something."

Dennis wants to punch himself in the face. He should have known better than to have said it like that. He's about to start apologizing again when you cut him off with a wave of your hand.

"I know, it's ok, you just suck at texting," you tease lightly while looking at your feet. He smiles weakly at that, because yeah, he does suck at texting. The way you shrug and laugh it off just doesn't sit quite right with Dennis. He gently tilts your head back so you have no choice but to look him in the eyes.

"I will never, ever, leave you," he mutters in that low tone that sends shivers up your spine, he's dead serious. "I'm yours for as long as you'll have me."

"Well, then, Mr. Baker. I guess you're going to be mine for a long, long time."

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Part Fourteen

Your alarm goes off Friday morning early enough for you to catch the sunrise. You’re still buzzing from last night—from Dennis finally saying those words you’ve been longing to hear from him. It had seemed so effortless, like he wasn’t even nervous at all to say them, which made it that much easier for you to say them back. Sitting at your kitchen island, contentedly sipping your coffee, you wonder how you could have ever been afraid that this man didn’t love you.

You pack up all of Badger’s things for the long weekend at your parents’ house. You also pack a bag for yourself—for your overnight with your mom and dad and, more importantly, your overnight with Dennis. You know you’ll be staying Saturday night but you pack enough stuff for a week because it’s very early and your brain isn’t quite functional yet and you can’t decide what to wear. You like to have options, and the thought that you might end up staying with him until your parents drop Badger home Monday evening isn’t far from your mind either.

You rifle through your underwear drawer trying to decide whether or not to pack something extra sexy. Part of you feels like it’s a jinx—that if you pack the cute little pink set he likes or the burgundy one you know he’ll also like, that you’re setting yourself up for failure. Maybe it’s overkill. Maybe it will just make him more nervous than you know he already will be. You decide to pack them both. Nothing says you have to wear them, but you’d rather have the option than regret not bringing anything.

The trip to your parents' place is about 2 hours and you leave early enough to avoid most of the holiday traffic. Their housing development is decorated with red-white-and-blue everything: all very patriotic but tastefully so—the HOA doesn’t abide anything tacky. They even have rules about colored Christmas lights and the height of the residents’ grass. You couldn’t stand to live like that but it’s the type of thing your mother loves. She always has been a bit of a snob, forever trying to emulate the upper crust even though she grew up with nothing. You love your mother to death, but she’s just so judgmental sometimes—like she’s measuring you against some ideal of the perfect daughter and finding you seriously lacking.

Your parents come out to the driveway to meet you, your mom giving you double air kisses before your dad wraps you up in a big bear hug.

“Hey, Pumpkin,” he says. “How was the drive? Not too much traffic I hope.”

“A little bit towards the end,” you tell him, and you hear your mother tsk.

“I told you to leave early,” she says. “It’s a holiday weekend, darling.”

You swallow a sigh. “Yes, I’m aware of that, Mom. And I did leave early.”

“Leave her alone, Rosie,” your father says, grabbing your bag from the trunk. “Whoa, what’s in here, a dead body? I thought you were just staying the one night.”

“I… uh… I’m staying with a friend this weekend,” you tell him. “Don’t want to drink and drive, you know?”

Your mother’s ears perk up and she purses her lips. “Does this friend have a name?” she asks. “Perhaps a male name?”

Goddammit, Mom.

You’d planned on testing the waters a bit and telling your parents you’d started seeing someone, but you were not planning on telling them you’re at the sleepover stage.

“Let’s get Badger out back,” you say, dodging the question. “He’s been cooped up for hours.”

Your mother gives you that look and you know it’s not the last you’ll hear about this today but mercifully she decides to cut you a break—for now. Once the rosé starts flowing, you know she’ll be back at it with gusto.

Your mom prepares lunch in the kitchen while you and your dad toss the tennis ball with Badger in the backyard. Badger adores your dad. Until Dennis, your father was the only man he’d warmed up to fairly quickly. Of course, your dad is much smaller and much older than Dennis. You love him to pieces but a physical threat he is not nor has he ever been.

“So, Pumpkin, how’s work going?”

You wince, still thinking about poor Hope and her long road to recovery, but you try and get your face together and keep things light and breezy. Good news only: that’s been the rule of thumb with your parents for years.

“It’s pretty good,” you tell him.

“How’d your big event go?”

You smile wide at him as Badger drops the ball at your feet. “Really well, actually. We had almost 40 adoptions come out of it.”

“What about your little tripod buddy?” he asks and you smile.

“Yes! Jax finally found a home. I was so happy, Dad, I cried like an idiot at work when Dennis came to take him home.”

“Dennis?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Is this Dennis your new friend?”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t you start, too.”

“I just want you to be happy, Pumpkin, but I’ll leave it alone. Can’t say the same for your mother, though.”

The both of you laugh as Badger makes his way back across the lawn with the ball in his mouth. You can tell that he’s tired and needs some water, so you and your dad head back inside.

“Lunch is almost ready!” your mom calls out. “Darling, will you do me a favor and make the salad?”

You start grabbing the salad components out of the crisper as Badger follows at your dad’s heel to the living room. Everything is washed and ready—your mother doesn’t put away dirty vegetables—so all you have to do is chop, dress, and toss. You grab the English cucumber and start to slice it when you hear that disgruntled sound come from the back of your mother’s throat.

You place the chef’s knife down and look up at her with a huff. “What?” you ask.

“You’re chopping them too big,” she says. “A bit thinner, please?”

You can feel the irritation start to gather at the back of your neck. It’s always like this with her: nothing you do is ever good enough, it’s never done “the right way,” which is usually the way she saw it done in a magazine or on TV or the way some famous lifestyle blogger says it should be done. It’s all very Emily Post with her, which is funny because your dad is the exact opposite. He’ll tuck his napkin into his collar at a 5-star restaurant, he’ll talk too loud and laugh too loud and tell a racy joke in mixed company. It’s what you love most about him: that he’s always unapologetically himself. He would never hurt a fly and he’s the most generous man you’ve ever met in your life but he doesn’t give a flying fuck what people think about him and he never has.

These peccadillos of his drive your mother crazy but, deep down, you know she finds them charming—that they are part of why she fell in love with him in the first place. Despite their many differences, your parents are more infatuated with each other today than they were when they married 33 years ago. They’re affectionate with each other (sometimes to the point of grossing you out), and they do everything together; they are the blueprint for you of what a loving relationship should be, although your ideal marriage is a bit lighter on the bickering (playful though it is).

But, give or take a few minor details, you want what they have, and you feel like you’re closer to it now than you’ve ever been.

You flash your mother a smile that barely conceals your annoyance. “OK,” you say. “Thinner cucumbers. Got it.”

“Thank you, darling,” she replies. At least she always remembers her manners.

You sit down to lunch and catch up a bit, asking how things are going with them at work and how their recent vacation was.

“We had a wonderful time,” she says, “but that rental house was a bit of a nightmare.”

Your dad rolls his eyes in that not this again way. “It was a perfectly nice house, Rose,” your father says, then turns to you. “Don’t listen to her. She just didn’t like the kitchen.”

“Bernie, the refrigerator was white.” She says it like it’s the most repulsive thing in the universe and you decide not to remind her that your refrigerator is white, too. “And that shower.”

Your mother visibly shudders and your dad starts to laugh. “The pressure wasn’t exactly the best,” he admits.

“It was filthy, Bernard.”

“A few of the tiles were cracked,” your dad tells you, “and there was a water stain on the ceiling.”

“Like I said,” your mother says, lifting her glass of wine, “nightmare. Last time I try to do something on the cheap.”

Your dad chuckles. “On the cheap, she says. If that was the cheap, I don’t want to know what the pricey is.”

“But you had fun, though?” you ask, trying to change the subject.

“Oh, yes,” your mother replies. “We went to the beach every day and the farmer’s market, and there are just such great restaurants there. Oh! And the cutest little stores, too, which reminds me, I brought something back for you. Bernie, will you go grab it? It’s on my vanity.”

You smile warmly at her as your dad rises to go get your present. She may be judgy and a little bit nuts, but you know she loves you and she’s always thinking of you. Your dad returns to the table, a small purse hooked around his elbow as he does his best model strut. Your mother rolls her eyes and you burst out laughing.

“I dunno, Pumpkin. I might keep it for myself.”

“Oh, will you stop,” your mother says, trying to hide her giggles behind her hands. “Give it to her already.”

Your father hands you a small kelly green leather hobo bag with a gold zipper. The leather feels supple and buttery as you run your fingers across it.

“I love it,” you say to your mother.

“Adorable, right? I saw it and thought of you.” You smile at her as she continues. “Now you can get rid of that big brown monstrosity you always wear and not walk around looking like a bag lady.”

There it is.

You sigh and look at your dad, who just shakes his head as he chuckles. You have to laugh, too, and you turn back to your mother.

“Thanks, Mom.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

You spend most of the afternoon helping your dad with his pet project: restoring the 1969 Chevy Camaro he’d bought at auction. He’s always been a car guy, preferring the flashy, loud ones to the sleek, sophisticated luxury kind your mother prefers. She would have had a fit when he bought the thing except that he picked her up for their first date in an old Camaro—cherry red, with a white stripe on the hood, just like this one—and she’d told you that when he brought it home, he was just so excited to show her that she couldn’t possibly be mad.

You’re not so much helping as watching your dad and handing him things when he asks for them—generally the wrong thing because you’re hopeless with tools, much to your father’s dismay.

“Come on, Pumpkin,” he says. “You know what an Allen wrench looks like. I thought I taught you well.”

“You did your best,” you say, and it’s true; your father always tried to teach you how to fix things—how to change a tire, how to fix a leaky faucet—it just never stuck. “I’m hopeless when it comes to this stuff, Dad.”

“Well, I’m not worth a damn in the kitchen, not for lack of trying, so I suppose I can’t fault you too much. So,” he says, “while we’re on the subject of busted cars…”

“Not you too,” you say. “My car is fine.”

“It’s a piece of shit, Pumpkin,” he says, “and I don’t want you driving it. It’s not safe.”

“Now you sound like Dennis,” you say, not thinking about it until the words have already passed your lips.

Your father raises an eyebrow. “Do I now? Anything else you want to tell me about this Dennis?”

Your dad has a cheeky grin on his face and you can’t help but smile at him. “Fine,” you say. “We’re sort of dating.”

“Do I even want to know what sort of dating means these days?”

“Ew, Dad. No. Not like that. We… we are dating. He’s my boyfriend. It’s all very new. I only just met him at the adoption fair when he adopted Jax.”

Your father sets the Allen wrench down and wipes his hands on an old t-shirt repurposed as a rag before turning to you and crossing his arms.

“And he’s good to you?” he asks, watching your eyes for any sign of deception. He always knows when you’re lying so you never bother trying. “He treats you right?”

“Yeah,” you say, and then the floodgates open and you can’t stop yourself from singing Dennis’s praises. “He’s just the greatest. He’s so sweet and he’s kind and he’s generous. He’s not afraid to talk about his feelings or the future. He doesn’t play stupid mind games or any of that shit. He just loves me.”

“Love already, huh?” your father asks, looking slightly wary.

“I know it’s quick,” you say. “I know that. But it just feels like I’ve known him my whole life and I… I love him, too.”

Your father smiles kindly. “I’m happy for you, Pumpkin. After that last one…”

You give a dismissive wave of your hand. “I don’t want to talk about him.”

“I’m sorry,” he says. “Forget I said that. I’m just… I’m glad you found someone, and your mother will be, too.”

“Ugh, God. Do I have to tell her?”

Your dad pops his head back under the Camaro’s hood. “Yep,” he says, and you sigh. “Why, is there something about him you think she won’t approve of?”

“Are you joking?” you ask. “When has she ever approved of anyone, you and I included?”

You and your dad have a good laugh at that but you’re nervous, despite his insistence that your mother will be happy to see you happy. You know that’s partially true, but she’s not going to like that Dennis is older and she’s definitely not going to like that he’s divorced. It’s pointless to lie, though. Even if your father wouldn’t see right through it, if there’s really a future here they are going to find out eventually. Best to just rip off the Band-Aid and let her get all the judgmental comments out of her system before you actually introduce him to them.

You shudder as It occurs to you for the first time that, at some point, Dennis is going to have to meet your mother. The poor thing is going to need an extra session with Dr. Porter that week. But you’ve got time for that, you think. You haven’t even had sex yet. Meet the parents can wait a while.

***

Dennis is floating somewhere a few feet above his body as he cleans his house in preparation for the party. You love him. You really love him. And he was able to tell you that he loves you—he even said it first. It just sort of came out and he’s happy now that it did because not only did it bring you joy on one of the worst nights of your life, it came out so naturally. He’d thought he’d wanted to do a whole thing with it—some elaborate gesture to make it feel extra special to you, so you’d know he really meant it—but now he realizes that it was so much more special when spoken spontaneously, completely unplanned and from the heart. Thinking about it now, he can’t imagine it happening any other way.

And that’s one more nightmare-inducing fear he can check off the list, one less thing to worry about. There’s only one that remains, but of course it’s the deepest, darkest one: what if after all of this, he still can’t fuck you?

He’s only got one more day to get his shit together on that particular front, and it seems both like an eternity and not nearly enough time. He wants to see you again, to hold you and kiss you and touch you, but he’s torn between his need for you and his fear that, when he does see you again, he has to perform.

You’d never pressure him, of course, and he knows that if he told you he wanted to wait longer, you would be understanding and supportive. But he doesn’t want to wait any longer. He knows the only thing holding him back is his fear of inadequacy and that it’s never going to go away until he confronts it head-on.

There are so many things that could go wrong, so of course Dennis runs through all of them in his head in great detail. As he scrubs down the kitchen, getting it sparkling clean for you, he thinks about the many ways he could disappoint you. He’s not really concerned about not getting hard since his dick is drawn to you like a magnet, but what if he cums too quick and can’t get it up again? What if he cums too quick, gets it up, and then cums too quick again? What if he freaks out in the middle and loses his erection? What if he manages to keep it but whatever he’s doing doesn’t feel good to you? Would you fake it for him, thinking you’re helping? He wants you to tell him what to do, what you like, but what if you can’t? What if you’re afraid?

No, he knows you wouldn’t lie to him, that you’re comfortable with him and you’ll tell him what to do if he asks. You’re patient and you’re kind and you’ll work with him and teach him because you love him. But what if it can’t feel good? What if it really is too big and you can’t make it fit? What if he hurts you?

It makes Dennis physically ill to think about causing you any pain and he has to shake his head to try and knock those thoughts loose and send them away.

“It’ll be fine,” he says out loud to no one, but Jax is listening. He walks over and nuzzles Dennis’s thigh with his head, like he knows his dad needs a bit of soothing. “It’ll be ok, right, buddy? I can do good for mama, right?”

Jax barks twice before sitting and smiling up at Dennis.

“I hope you’re right,” Dennis says, tossing him a jerky treat from his pocket that Jax snatches out of the air. “Cause I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do if you’re not.”

***

You’re out to dinner at your mother’s favorite restaurant: some Italian place that was featured in Food & Wine a few years back. You’ve made it through your appetizers without bringing up Dennis, but as your mains come, your dad gives you a look that says it’s time. It doesn’t go unnoticed by your mother; he wasn’t trying to be subtle.

“What?” she asks. “What do you two know that I don’t?”

You take a sip of your water—no wine tonight, thank you very much—and a deep breath and you say, “I have a new boyfriend.”

“I knew it,” she says with a little twinkle in her eyes. “Tell me everything. But wait”—she turns to your dad—”how long have you known about this?”

“Like 2 hours, Rosie. Relax. Let the kid talk.”

“Sorry,” she says, turning back to you. “Spill it. How did you meet? What does he do? I want to know everything.”

“His name is Dennis,” you begin. “We met at the adoption fair when he started the process to adopt Jax.”

“That’s the three-legged one, right?”

“Yes,” you say, slightly irritated that she feels the need to point out even Jax’s shortcomings. “We went for coffee one day when he came to the shelter to take Jax for a walk, before he officially adopted him, and we’ve been on a few dates and… I just really like him and he really likes me.”

Your father looks at you, the slightest bit of irritation in his raised eyebrow; he knows you’re holding back and minimizing things but you just can’t bring yourself to tell your mother how hard you’ve fallen and how fast. She wouldn’t understand. She wouldn’t approve. Your dad is a romantic through and through but your mother… she’s more logical and pragmatic.

“That’s wonderful, darling,” she says. “I’m so happy for you. So, how old is he? What does he look like? What does he do for a living? I need details here. Oh, do you have a picture? I want to see a picture.”

“Slow down,” your dad says. “Let the kid breathe.”

You scroll through your phone, looking for a parent-friendly picture to show them, and you choose one of you, Jax, and Dennis in his backyard. You hold it out to your father first and then your mother, but you keep a death grip on your phone. You do not need them poking around your camera roll, whether purposefully or accidentally.

Your mother leans forward and strains to see the picture, her lips forming a straight line as she examines it. “Well, he’s very handsome, darling, but he looks a bit… older than you.”

At this, your dad leans forward a bit. “How much older we talkin, Pumpkin?”

“It’s not that bad,” you say. “Just, like, 10 years.”

“You failed to mention that part earlier,” your dad says, his brow now knitted in fatherly concern. “10 years ain’t nothing. I mean, he’s not exactly robbing the cradle but-”

“Bernard!” your mother whisper-shouts. “We are in public! But your father is right,” she says to you. “That’s rather a large gap. Are you sure he’s interested in a long-term relationship?”

“Why would you even say that?” you ask.

“Just that a man that age, still single… he might not be interested in marriage or family. He might just be one of those overgrown playboy types.”

You scoff because that is about the farthest thing from Dennis you can picture. “For your information, he is very interested in marriage and family. If you must know, he was married but he’s divorced now.”

Your mother makes a high-pitched squeak when you say the D-word. “A divorcé, too. Oh, darling. You can do better than that.”

“You don’t even know him!” You can hear your volume going up and your skin start to crawl with anger and you try to rein it in. “And it wasn’t his fault. His ex-wife is a terrible person.”

“That’s what they all say,” your mother says. “It’s always the wife’s fault.”

You have no intention of telling your mother exactly how wrong she is in this particular instance—that would be a betrayal to Dennis and you don’t have to explain yourself or him to her anyway—but you can’t just let her think the worst.

“She cheated on him,” you say. “I promise you that, in this case, it was absolutely the wife’s fault.”

Your mother huffs and your dad steps in. “Alright, enough, Rosie,” he says, and he turns to you. “I’m sure he’s a good guy, Pumpkin, and you know that your mother and I just want the best for you. I just… you don’t think that maybe someone closer to your age with a little less baggage might be better? Easier?”

“Nothing that’s worth it is ever easy”—you parrot your father’s constant refrain growing up, the thing he’d say anytime you wanted to give up on something—”that was you who always said that, right, Dad?”

“Yes, but-”

“Well, you were right. It’s not easy with Dennis, but it’s worth it. Yeah, he has baggage. I have baggage, too. But we are good together and we love each other. Why can’t you ever just be happy for me? Why is it that I am always doing something wrong in your eyes? All I did was fall in love with someone who loves me back and it’s like I’ve committed some crime against humanity because he happens to be older than me and divorced.”

“We’re just concerned,” your mother says. “You don’t always make the best choices, darling.”

You hear your dad’s voice, low and cautionary. “Rose, don’t.”

“It’s ok, Dad,” you say, no longer able to keep your aggravation in. “Let her talk. Please, Mom, tell me about all of my bad choices. I would love to hear about them all, yet again.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she says.

“You know what?” You make the decision as you speak it. “I think I’m gonna go back home tonight. I have to get an early start in the morning and I just-”

“Come on, Pumpkin,” your dad pleads. “Don’t go. We’re sorry.”

“I really am sorry, sweetheart,” your mom says, and you can see in her eyes that she means it—that she knows she went way too far. “I just love you.”

You sigh and release some of the tension you’re holding. You don’t want to be mad at them. You know they have your best interest at heart, even if they aren’t always the best at expressing that.

“I forgive you,” you say. “I know you’re just looking out for me. But I think I will get going tonight—and not because I’m mad. I really do have a lot of stuff to cook for the party tomorrow.”

“You’re throwing a party?” your mother says. “Not at your apartment, surely?”

“Rosie…”

“Sorry,” she says. “It’s just small, and that kitchen… how would you even-”

You have to laugh because the woman simply cannot help herself.

“It’s at Dennis’s house,” you tell her. “He has a big, beautiful house with a big, beautiful kitchen which—you’ll be happy to know—has stainless-steel appliances.”

Your mother’s face softens a bit as she quirks an eyebrow. “So he has money, then?”

“Oh, now you’re supportive? You are such a snob, Mom.”

“You’re not one of them sugar baby gals on the Instagram, are you, Pumpkin?”

“Jesus Christ, Dad. No!” you shout, and now your mother is castigating your father for his off-color comments and he’s laughing so hard that his neck is red and all you can do is just sit there and smile because, despite how difficult things can sometimes be, you just love them so damn much it hurts.

When you get back from dinner, you spend a little quality time with Badger before taking off for home. You’re cruising along, listening to one of your favorite playlists and mentally cataloging the many tasks you have tomorrow when you see a pair of eyes flashing green. You slam on your brakes as the deer prances across the road, but they aren’t catching. You pump them once, twice, three times but nothing’s happening; you’re still barreling down the road going 40 and you’ve completely lost control. You yank the emergency break up as hard as you can and the shrieking sound of metal and the smell of burning rubber and the pounding of your heart in your ears is all there is until you skid to a stop about two feet from a tree.

You sit there for a moment in shock, just breathing heavily and shaking. But you’re ok. The deer is ok. Everything is ok except for the fact that you know your car is fucked and you absolutely cannot afford to replace the brakes. That, and you’re a woman alone at night and stranded by the side of the road a few miles outside town. You grab your phone in trembling hands and call Dennis.

“Hey!” he says. “How’s it going with the parents?”

“Dennis,” you say, and you can hear the panic in your own voice. “Can you come get me? I got in an accident.”

“Are you ok?” he says, his voice gone from sweet to deadly serious with worry. “Where are you?”

“I’m fine. The brakes went but I didn’t hit anything. I’m on the county road about 4 miles outside town.”

“I’m coming right now,” he says, and you can hear the tinkling of his belt as he puts on his pants. “Lock your doors.”

He hangs up before you can tell him you already did.

***

Dennis has never moved faster than he is right now, throwing on his clothes and grabbing his keys and rushing towards the door. He decides to take Jax with him since he’s clearly sensed how agitated Dennis is and he doesn’t want to leave him alone in the house all worked up. With Jax in the back seat, his fuzzy chin resting on Dennis’s shoulder, he drives as quickly as he can while still remaining safe and sane. He reaches you in about 10 minutes and there’s a pit in his stomach when he sees how close you came to hitting a tree.

He throws his car in park and rushes over to your driver’s side door, pulling at the handle before you’ve even unlocked it. Once he hears the click, he throws it open and grabs you, pulling you up out of the car into a tight hug. He cradles your head in one hand and rubs your back with the other.

“It’s ok, Sweetheart. I’m here.”

He can feel you relax into his arms as you hug his waist, feel your breathing slow as you bury your face in his chest.

You speak muffled into his t-shirt, “God, you smell good.”

“What happened?”

“There was a deer.” You look up at him and even in the dark your eyes sparkle. “I hit the brakes and nothing happened. Had to pull the emergency. Please don’t say I told you so.”

“I won’t,” he says. “I would never do that. I’m just happy you’re ok.”

“I’m ok and the deer’s ok but my car is… not ok.”

“We’ll get it figured out,” he tells you. “Let me call a tow.”

“I already called them,” you say. “They should be here”—headlights pierce the darkness as the tow truck crests the hill—”uh, now, I guess.”

“Good,” Dennis says, “I want to get you home.”

You look up at him. “I- I’d rather stay with you tonight,” you say, the question in your eyes even though, to Dennis, it’s a foregone conclusion.

“My home is your home,” he replies, “if you want it to be,” and your smile brightens your entire face—like your skin is its own source of light.

The tow guys don’t take long getting your car up on the flatbed, and you sit in the backseat of Dennis’s car petting Jax while he sorts out the payment. He’d insisted and you’d had no choice but to agree because he knows you don’t have much cash to spare right now. The tow guy—whose name is Benny, if his embroidered uniform is to be believed—takes Dennis’s credit card information down on his intake form and hands the card back, tossing a glance over his shoulder at your car.

“You let your girl drive around in that thing?” Benny says, shaking his head. “Goddamn deathtrap, and I can tell you right now it’s not worth it to fix it.”

“I know,” Dennis replies. “I’m handling it.”

“Listen,” Benny says, “if you’re looking for a good deal on a used car, my cousin can hook you up.” He pulls a business card from his pocket and hands it to Dennis. “Tell him Benny sent ya.”

Dennis looks at the card and back up to Benny. “I might just do that,” he says. “Thanks.”

“No problem, pal. You all have a safe night.”

Dennis pockets the business card and walks back to his car. You’ve made your way to the front seat and when Dennis gets in, you ask him with a pained expression, “How much was it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says.

You sigh. “Thank you. I mean it. I’m gonna pay you back.”

“No, you’re absolutely not.”

“Dennis!”

“You heard me,” he says. “I’m not taking your money.”

“Well, if you won’t take money…” you say, flashing him a coy little smile. “Maybe there’s something else I can do to make it up to you.”

“Now you’re talking,” Dennis says, and he speeds you back to his place.

Dennis had never really understood what Netflix and Chill meant until tonight. One minute, he’s bringing you a cup of tea and putting on Schitt’s Creek, and the next minute he’s on top of you, dry-humping you as he slides your shirt up over your head.

“I want you,” you whisper. “Fuck. I need you.”

“I want you, too, Sweetheart. So fucking bad.”

“You can have me,” you say, your chest heaving beneath him as your eyes lock onto his, asking the question without saying it aloud, “if you want to.”

“I want to,” Dennis replies, and you smile at him softly as you run your thumb across his cheek.

“Take me to bed, Dennis.”

He snatches you up with zero hesitation. His mind is racing but his body feels ready as he carries you, giggling and kicking your feet over his shoulder, up the stairs to his bedroom. It’s better this way, he thinks. Maybe a whole, long, action-packed day of anticipation before getting to this moment was never going to work out. Maybe he just needed to wait until the time felt right instead of deciding what the right time is.

Dennis lays you gently down on his bed and you shimmy out of your jeans, leaving you in just a cute black-and-white polka-dot bra and panty set. He will never get tired of the sight of you half-naked and waiting for him as he strips down to his boxer briefs, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you sweep your eyes up and down his body. The way you look at him—that craving in your eyes—sets fire to his skin and makes him feel things he’s never felt before: sexy, powerful, wanted.

You sit forward and reach out to palm him through his briefs but he grabs your wrist lightly. “Not yet,” he says. “You first. You remember what I said I was gonna do to you?”

You nod your head. “Mhmm.”

“Then let me.”

Dennis hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties and peels them off you slowly as you remove your bra and toss it to the side. He stands back and savors the sight of you like this: completely naked on his bed, propped up on your elbows with your legs spread, your pretty pussy glistening in anticipation of him. He’s pictured it so many times, but now you’re really here, this is real, this is happening.

“Are you ok?” you ask.

He can feel his cock throbbing, the precum leaking through the gray fabric of his boxer briefs as he stares at you. “Yeah,” he replies. “You’re just… fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Kiss me,” you beg.

Dennis crawls up your body and finds your lips, so warm and soft and ready for him. You reach up and thread your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck as you pull him into a deep kiss, your other hand clutching his bicep as you sweep your tongue into his mouth. Dennis doesn’t want to rush; he doesn’t want to fumble around your body like he doesn’t know what to do with it. He kisses you slow and deep and you wrap your legs around the back of his thighs, urging him closer to you until his dick is hard against your center. He can feel the heat of you through the fabric of his underwear, feel you soaking through them as you grind yourself on him from below and moan into his mouth.

Dennis pulls out of the kiss. “Need to taste you,” he says, and he kisses and licks his way down your body just like he did the first time you gave him the great honor of eating you out.

And he remembers what to do—all the tips and tricks he studied and how your body responds to them. He remembers how you like him to start with slow, rhythmic drags of his tongue, flat and wide against your entrance, not too much pressure at first—a tease, almost. He remembers how you buck your hips and fist his hair when you want more, when you need the suction of his lips around your ciit and his tongue lapping at you. He remembers the sounds you make—those sweet, beautiful cries of pleasure—when he’s bringing you close, and how you grab at his hand on your thigh when you want him to start using his fingers.

“Stretch me out,” you tell him. “Get me ready for you.”

Dennis starts with two fingers and hooks them up into your g-spot as he sucks your clit into his mouth, staring up your beautiful body as he brings you closer. You’ve got your eyes closed and your brow knitted and your mouth open in an oval, your hands clutching your tits as you moan his name, telling him how good he’s making you feel. When he slips a third finger inside you, you arch your back and cry out, “Yes, fuck, I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t stop—not until you’re gripping the bedspread and digging your heels into the mattress as your toes curl, not until you’re shaking and crying out your pleasure as you soak his beard. Your body relaxes and Dennis starts to remove his fingers but you grab his wrist and hold them in place, your pussy still spasming around them.

“Not yet,” you say. “I- I’m… fuck… c- can’t stop cumming. K- keep going. P- please.”

Dennis dives back in, going hard and sloppy at your clit as your walls continue to pulse around his fingers. He hears sounds coming out of you that he’s only dreamt about and he doesn’t know if you’re still on your first orgasm or if this is a new one but it doesn’t matter because you taste so fucking good and you look so goddamn sexy when you cum. He wants it to last forever, but eventually your body goes limp and you sigh and tell him to stop with a little giggle that shoots straight to his already painfully hard dick.

“Holy shit,” you say, near breathless. “I’ve never cum like that in my life.”

Dennis can’t keep the smile off his face, soaked in you, as he looks up at you from between your thighs. “How many times did you-”

“I don’t even know. I don’t care. Come here.”

You reach down and grab at his shoulders as Dennis comes up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on him. He loses himself in the kiss for a moment until he realizes that this is it: his time has come. He can feel himself tense up under your fingertips and you pull out of the kiss, your concern written all over your face.

“Hey,” you say gently. “If you don’t want to-”

“I want to,” he says. “Believe me, it’s all that I want. I’m just… can you tell me what to do?”

You smile softly at him as you brush a piece of hair behind his ear. “Of course.”

“I, uh, I bought condoms. Th- they’re in the nightstand. And there’s, uh, you know… lube. If it doesn’t-”

“Relax.” You run your thumb across his bottom lip as you cup his face and his eyelids flutter at your touch. “It’s gonna be amazing, ok?”

He feels that familiar pinch in his tear ducts and fuck, Dennis, do not fucking cry but he can’t stop his eyes from watering a bit. “What if it’s not?”

“It will be,” you tell him, “because I love you so much and all I want is to feel you inside me, to be that close to you. I don’t care about anything else. I don’t care if I cum or not. I just want you.”

And just like that, Dennis feels a weight lift. You always know exactly what to do and exactly what to say to make him feel like everything is ok—better than ok, even. Perfect.

“I love you,” he tells you, and he means it with his whole heart.

He’s never loved anyone the way he loves you, and all he wants in the world is to be able to make love to you and show you with his body what he can’t put into words. Because there are no words strong enough or deep enough to describe the way he feels about you. I love you isn’t enough—not even close.

Dennis stands and removes his boxer briefs, his cock springing loose and slapping his stomach once it’s free. He feels a little dizzy on his feet because all his blood is in his dick and he’s watching you grab condoms out of his drawer and oh God this is really happening and now you’re giving him an amused little smile.

“Magnums, huh?”

He can feel his face go lobster red. “Yeah, uh… the other ones are too tight.”

You look at his dick and lick your lips. “I bet.”

“How do you want to-”

“Sit up against the headboard,” you tell him. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

Once Dennis is in position, you tear open one of the foil wrappers and remove the condom. Your warm palm wrapped around his dick already has it jumping in your hand, and when you roll the condom down the length of him, he lets out a moan he just can’t hold. You smile and straddle him, hovering over him for a moment as you take his face in both your hands.

“Are you ready?’ you ask him, and when he swallows deep and nods, you give him the sweetest kiss on the lips.

You reach down in between your bodies and position him at your entrance, and when he feels your pussy against the tip of his dick—warm and wet even through the latex—a jolt of electricity shoots through his entire body. You lower yourself onto him slowly and the sound that comes out of you when he enters you for the first time is something he’ll never forget as long as he lives. Dennis thinks he blacks out for a moment once you have his tip inside you, and when he comes back to himself and looks at your gorgeous face as you take more of him, he can see that you’re struggling.

“Are you ok?” he asks, and part of him wants to stop and try to reset but you feel too fucking good around him, so goddamn warm and tight.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Just need to go slow. Fuck, Dennis, you’re so fucking big.”

“We can stop,” he says, but he really really doesn’t want to.

“No,” you say. “I want it. I want all of it.”

By the time you’re halfway there, Dennis’s cock is throbbing like it has its own heartbeat and he wants, he needs, to feel all of you. You grip his shoulders tight and take a breath and then you drop all your weight down until you’ve got every inch of him inside you. You hiss and let out a wanton moan as you take all of him, and Dennis holds on to your hips for dear life—the soft flesh at your waist like velvet under his fingers as he cries out and throws his head back hard against the headboard.

“You feel like fucking heaven. Oh my God.”

Dennis thinks to himself that he’s never felt anything better than this—the way your body is opening up for him, accepting him—and then you start to move and Dennis can no longer think at all. Just a few slow rolls of your hips, your breasts swaying as you place your hands on his chest for balance, has Dennis’s balls tightening. You speed up and now you're really fucking the life out of him and he tightens his grip on your waist. Dennis can’t stop the moans that come from somewhere deep in his chest as you ride him like one of those mechanical bulls at some cheesy Western-themed restaurant. He wants to feel like this forever, but he just can’t hold on.

“Fuck, baby. You feel too good. I’m gonna cum. Fuck.”

“It’s ok,” you say, riding him even faster and harder now that he’s said out loud what you probably already knew. “I want it. I wanna watch you cum for me.”

Dennis was already on the edge, but your words and the hungry look in your eyes when you say them have him totally gone. When his hips start to stutter, he holds you in place and fucks up into you as he spills into the condom. He can feel the vice grip your pussy has on him as he cums and the proud look in your eyes as you watch him lose himself inside of you. He wraps his arms around your back and pulls you down on top of him, chest to chest as he kisses your lips and your neck, tasting the sheen of sweat on your skin.

“I told you I’d make it fit,” you say, and then you both start to laugh.

You reach back and hold the base of the condom as you slide off of him with a tiny little whine.

“I’ll deal with that,” Dennis says.

“Such a gentleman,” you say, and Dennis walks to the bathroom on shaky legs to dispose of it.

When he comes back, you’re sprawled out on his bed with a dreamy smile on your face. The sight of you steals his breath; he’s never seen anything more beautiful. “Come back to bed,” you say, and Dennis crawls in behind you and pulls you against his chest.

“I’m sorry I-”

You cut him off. “Don’t,” you say. “It was perfect. I love you.”

Dennis buries his face against your hair and breathes in the scent of you. “I love you, too, but-”

“No buts,” you say. “Unless you didn’t enjoy that…”

“Oh, I did. Too much, I think. That’s the problem.”

“There’s no problem, Dennis.” You turn in his arms to face him. “You don’t have a problem. You don’t have a ‘bad penis’ or whatever the fuck. You have a very good, very big penis that I would very much like inside of me again, and we have lots of time for that. And I’m sure pretty soon I won’t even be that exciting to you so-”

“Ok, now you’re talking crazy,” Dennis says, because there’s no universe in which getting you in bed isn’t the most exciting thing in the entire world to him no matter how many times it happens. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are? God, Sweetheart, when you were on top of me? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Dennis runs a hand down the curve of your body and back to your ass, giving it a squeeze. The way your flesh jiggles in his hand is enough, and he feels the blood start to pump in his dick again. You can feel it, too, and you look down and then up at him with a smile.

“You wanna go again?” you ask.

“Fuck yes.”

***

You would’ve been happy with just the one time. Finally having Dennis inside of you after wanting him for so long—your whole life, if you’re honest—was enough for you. Just the look on his face when he was buried in you fully was enough. He’d already made you cum. You knew he was never going to last very long the first time. You just wanted to feel him and make him feel good and show him that he didn’t have to be scared with you. But once wasn’t enough for Dennis. He’d had a taste and now he’s positively ravenous.

You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of the feeling of Dennis’s cock stretching you out as he enters you, and you both moan as he slides home. You want it missionary this time, want to feel the sheer heft of him on top of you, and—now that you know it fits like a glove—you want to let him use your body however he wants it. And how he wants it at first is just so painfully sweet: long, slow strokes as he takes your face in his big hands and kisses all over it and down your neck and tells you how good you feel, how much he loves you.

You’ve always hated the term “making love” but that’s what he’s doing to you and it feels better than anything you’ve ever felt—so good that you feel like a fool for ever having rolled your eyes and fake gagged at the terminology. You've had great sex before, but you’ve never felt someone’s love for you fill you up from the inside. Dennis starts to move a little faster, moan a little louder, and you wrap your legs around his waist and angle your hips up to take him deeper.

“Oh, fuuuck. Stay like that. That feels amazing,” he tells you, and you feel the gravel in his voice absolutely everywhere. “Your pussy’s so fucking perfect, baby.”

“It’s yours,” you moan. “I’m yours. Oh God, Dennis, your cock feels so fucking good. Feels like it was made for me.”

You want to tell him to fuck you but you don’t. You’re torn because part of you wants to keep going like you are, with this sweet and gentle man giving it to you so sweetly and gently. But the other part of you—the part of you that’s going cockdrunk and greedy on the big, fat dick inside you—wants to see what else he’s got. You know he wants it; he’s told you in great detail exactly how he wants to really give it to you, but you don’t want to rush him. Maybe he’s not ready for that, maybe he just wants to take it nice and slow, maybe he-

“Tell me what you want, Sweetheart,” he says, peppering kisses across your shoulder. “I wanna make you cum. Wanna feel it from the inside.”

He looks into your eyes and he just looks so earnest and sweet, but you know underneath it all there’s an animal waiting to be let loose.

“Fuck me, Dennis,” you say. “Really fuck me.”

He grunts a little before sitting back on his knees and yanking you down by your waist. The sheer strength of him takes you by surprise and you gasp a little before you giggle.

“You wanna get fucked, baby?” he asks, and now all the sweetness is gone from those ocean-blue eyes, replaced by something darker and hungrier.

“Yes,” you moan. “Please.”

Dennis grips your hips tightly and draws his cock out so that just the tip is left inside, and when he snaps his hips and fills you all the way up, your eyes roll back in your head. A few more of those slow, hard, deep strokes and he’s lost all control. He’s fucking into you with a strength and a power that you’d never seen on him before, putting his fit, muscular body to work as he uses all that core strength to give it to you good. You watch him watching you—the way your tits bounce with each thrust, the way his cock punches the breath from your lungs every time he gets up in your guts. You cry out his name, tell him how good he feels and how good he fucks you. The way your body is responding to him should be enough but you want him to know, to hear from your lips that he’s got good dick and knows what to do with it.

“You like that?” he asks, but you can tell from the look in his eyes that he knows he’s giving it to you right.

“I fucking love it. Oh, fuck. Harder, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

Dennis grabs your legs and tosses them onto his broad shoulders before bending you in half, not losing a beat with his dick still inside you. He’s so goddamn deep in this position that he’s nailing your sweet spot with each thrust. You feel your walls start to pulse and he feels it, too, and you reach around and grab two handfuls of his ass to hold on to him.

“I’m cumming,” you cry. “Oh, fuck, Dennis. I’m cumming. I fucking love you.”

“And I love you,” he says, jaw clenched tight. “Now be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

That’s when you absolutely lose it, clawing at his ass and his back as your cunt starts to flutter around him. He drops your legs and changes his pace when he feels you start to cum, going slow and deep and moaning with you as he feels you clench down on him over and over again. He moans a deep fuuuuck in your ear as he rolls his hips, and he tells you, “That’s it, baby. That’s my girl,” and a part of you feels like you’re dying because your whole body is taut and then you just let go, and the only thing you can hear, the only thing you can feel, the only thought in your head is Dennis.

“You feel fucking perfect, baby. I wanna stay like this forever, you squeezing the fuck out of my dick. Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Flip me over,” you tell him. “I know what you want.”

He keeps a slow grind as he looks down at you. “Yeah?” he asks.

“Mhmm,” you reply.

Dennis turns you over onto your stomach and pulls you up off the bed with one hand wrapped around your waist. Your muscles are like Jell-O but you manage to push yourself up onto your elbows as you feel one hand spread across the small of your back.

“Oh, fuck, baby. I stretched your pretty pussy out good,” he says, and you moan and clench around nothing when you hear his filthy praise.

He rubs the tip of his cock up and down your entrance and you can hear how wet you are before he pushes into you. You feel impossibly full in this new position and he’s not even all the way in but you’re already addicted to him, to those spots he can reach that no one else ever could. You make a mental note to tell Mal she was right about there being no such thing as too big, and then all thoughts leave your head as he starts to fuck you from behind.

He sounds like an animal behind you and you curl your toes at the feeling of his balls slapping your clit with each thrust. It’s a sticky mess down there but you don’t care; you wish he’d make a bigger mess of you, but that’s a conversation for another day. You’re more than happy with what he’s giving you now as he fucks you hard and deep with two handfuls of ass.

“‘M gonna cum,” he says and you can’t form words to answer him; you just spread your legs wider so you don’t miss one millimeter of dick as he fucks you through his orgasm, “S- so deep,” he stutters. “So fucking deep.”

It takes all the strength left in your body to clench down on him and milk his cock as he cums but you do it because you just want to hear what kind of sinful sounds your pussy can drag out of him. He’s fucking loud this time, and when he’s winding down, you give him a particularly hard squeeze. He hisses and gives your right ass cheek a smack and you giggle.

“You’re a menace,” he says, out of breath and panting. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

He pulls out of you gently and you collapse onto your stomach, only able to hear the sound of your own heartbeat and the ragged breaths you’re taking as Dennis goes to the bathroom to dispose of condom number two. When he comes back, he slides into bed next to you and you wrap yourself around him like a koala, your head against his chest so you can hear that his heart is beating just as fast as yours. You know you have to get up and pee. You know you do, but you can’t fucking move yet and you just want to hold him and have him hold you and just be present for this moment—this beautiful, perfect moment you know you’ll remember for the rest of your life.

“That was incredible,” you say.

“I, uh, I don’t know where that came from,” he says, the usual Dennis modesty back in his voice.

You look up at him. “It came from you,” you tell him, putting your hand over his heart. “That was all you, Dennis. You’re fucking amazing and one of these days I’ll actually get you to believe it.”

“Hope so,” he says sheepishly.

“I will,” you say, “but until then, just know that I love you and I have never, ever been fucked that good in my life. Like, I need to go pee so I don’t get a fucking UTI but I literally can’t walk—that kind of good.”

“Let me help you,” he says, and before you can tell him no, he’s got you in his arms and he’s carrying you bridal-style into the bathroom and setting you down next to the toilet. “Door to door service,” he says.

“I love you so much,” you say.

“I love you, too. I’ll… uh… give you some privacy.”

“Yeah, I’m a bathroom door always closed type of person, just so you know.”

“Noted,” he says, and he kisses you on the forehead and leaves you to it.

When you come out of the bathroom, you’re slightly confused and very disappointed to see Dennis is putting clothes on, but then you realize that it’s getting very late and Jax needs his nighttime walk.

“Get in bed,” he says. “We’ll be back soon.”

“No,” you say. “I want to come, too.”

You grab a sleep shirt and sweats from your bag as Dennis gets Jax harnessed up, and the three of you take a nice little stroll around the block. Dennis’s neighborhood is so quiet at night, so peaceful, and you feel like this is it—this is what you want to do every night for the rest of your life. Dennis can’t stop smiling at you and Jax looks happy as can be that his two favorite people are walking him together. When Jax is all set, you return to the house and the three of you crawl into bed—you and Dennis wrapped up in each other with Jax curled up at the foot.

Your happy little family, you think. Finally.

PART FIFTEEN >>>

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