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꒰ 1 ꒱ a broken-down elevator, ꒰ M ꒱ hip, ꒰ 𓅟 ꒱ “don’t bullshit me, i can hear your heart pounding.”
IM EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU COOK UP. and obviously with my boy, my fav, dennis whitaker. thank u santhe!!
pairing. dennis whitaker x reader.
genre. smut. hurt/comfort wordcount. 3.2k
summary. Dennis and you have been butting heads since you started interning at the ptmc. after a night out on halloween things change...
warnings. p in v, no creampie but yes he comes on her stomach, mean!Dennis, hate fucking, Denis calls reader a bitch and a slut, petnames (angel, baby), swearing, Dennis and reader fight lots, hints at reader having a drinking problem if you squint. mentions of blood and implications of medical traumas, unintentional hurricane shot (Dennis gets slapped)
a/n. im thinking enemies to lovers with Dennis.... a little smut... this one is also the longest fan fic ive ever written to please bare with me.... I was locked tf in.
you dont know what got you cornered in a broken down elevator by non other than Dennis Whitaker... okay maybe you did, lets back track
it was halloween and you and Dennis where already at each others throats. but this was a regular occurrence, since you and Dennis have been at war for a while now. competing since you first got here. it wasn't as bad at first — he was more naïve, more timid... but now that you're both in your second year of residency and hes cocky... disgustingly so...
you fight and tease each other. boss each other around sometimes it would be a fun banter, calling him huckleberry, teasing him. it was fun till one of you said something snarky and ruin the mood. you'd stick your tongue out at him when you were told to supervise him work with him. other days you'd have an argument where people bet on whether or not you kiss after. it always ended with one of you in triage.
you'd steal patients from each other, glances too... you felt gross for being attracted to the way he looked pulling off the crimson soaked medical gown after a trauma. you thought you were the only one who felt like this... but he was the same way. the way his heart skipped seeing you, covers in blood and sweat. the way you'd smell... it always sweet at the beginning of your shift. it had to be something floral, but you never lingered long enough for him to pick apart the notes. by the end of your shift the floral scent only lingered and you started having this sweet musk he wanted to bury himself in. it kept him up at night. he should hate you, to him you were just as much of a jerk. but he'd find himself jerkinging off just from thinking about your smell
Santos said something about just hate fucking and maybe that would fix things. you shut that down immediately. even though you knew you'd become acquainted with the way your stomach flips when his hands graze your back, or your hip, one time you felt him rub against you while he tried getting an awkward angle to help the woman in front of you. you very quickly snapped out of it. there was someones life in your hands for fucks sake.
there's days where he says something and you're not sure if hes flirting or trying to putting you down. you'll aways assume hes just being a dick, it was better than acknowledging the thump in your heat or the ache between your legs. in your head he had to be an asshole and only an asshole nothing more. "no we should push epi." he insisted as you did all the work, pumping a mans heart till his ribs broke, you looked good up there and he was so distracted till you yelled at him. "so fucking push it then!!!"
everyone in that emergency room knew you wanted each other. the way you screamed to hide it. picking fights like it was foreplay. this was bad for your careers. really. fucking. bad.
halloween was no different than any other day... that was until Dennis' annoying med student decided to jinx everything by saying how "surprisingly: quiet it was for halloween. the influx of absolutely outrageous cases that came into the trauma center.... you were really ready to call it a night... and you you were only 3 hours in. you'd glare at Dennis when you had the time "what do you want to say? I know you have something on your mind." he said vexed at the fact that your passive aggressiveness set in earlier than usual. "shouldn't your med student know by now we dont say the q word here?" you asked with an emphasis on the Q.
"its not my fault. he says it like he hopes he can show of." he matched your frustration. you found yourself agreeing with him for once. laughing with him instead of at him. but of course that came crashing down at some point that night and you were back to your regularly scheduled bickering.
cut to the end of your shift and Victoria asked if you wanted to go out with her to decompress and since you really fucking needed it, you agreed. you went home for a quick shower making sure to wash all the blood and sweat from your hair. you tried ignoring that fact that you know you'll end up sweaty again later tonight not really looking forward to a 3AM shower.
you blowdried your hair carefully after adding your products and heat protectant in. adding a bit of hair oil after and finally getting dressed in a white mini dress and some angel wings and a halo you had from a costume a year or two ago.. you couldn't figure out if you wanted heels or sneakers... who are you kidding its a fucking club. your feet are already numb from being on them for 12 hours. what's another 2 or 3? before walking out the door to your bad decisions you put on some tame (not really) heels and grabbed your jacket and purse. you ubered knowing you'd get drunk tonight.
you got to the bar ready to unwind and dance with your friends forgetting about your responsibilities and how bad your shift was today. forget about how Dennis looked at you or how you felt seeing his fore arms and biceps flex, his smirk. you waned your mind off of him immediately. especially the fact that your stomach welled up with that familiar feeling when he talked to Emma. his stupid face while he bragged and laughed with her... it wasn't that yo didnt like Emma no you loved her she was so sweet but something about how he looked talking to her made you a little sick...
you walked in ready to forget everything until you saw him at the bar with everyone... you wanted to walk right back out but you already paid the $5 entrance fee and Samira was already waving you over. you bit the bullet. taking a deep breath and straightened up and walking over there "hey" you smiled, ignoring Dennis in his cowboy outfit that he looked sexy ridiculous in.
you ordered a drink after drink to muffle the stress. mindlessly dancing with your friends from work slowly expelling yourself of worries... it was two hours in when you got thirsty going to the bar to order yourself a glass of water. you walked up to the bar seeing Dennis on a barstool next to you "so are you supposed to be a contradiction?" Dennis slurred, he was already drunk. you both were. you huffed "what?" "well you're dressed like an angel but you're, for lack of a better word, a bitch" he laughed to himself taking a shot. your brows scrunched, this was the first time his words really got to you. sure he was a jerk but he'd never called you a bitch before. your water got set down and you splashed it in his face giving him a smack which really woke him from his drunken daze. now you were both sobered up.
you walked off to the bathroom and he quickly followed you, apologizing. "shit im sorry, I didnt mean it like that... I just meant— you're a jerk. fuck. I'm really— once out of sight you manhandle him into the bathroom, it was a single, nicely decorated. his back hit the wall and he could see your situation through the mirror. he didn't have to look down at you since you had heels on. "look I'm sorry— I'm really fucking— mmmph!" your lips hit his before he could ramble any longer. you could taste the beer on his tongue, he couldn't taste the fruity cocktail on yours."fuck you." you mumbled as his arms wrapped around you, using his strength to sit you on the sink counter. "I hate you..." you grunted between wet, sloppy kisses. "I know." his lips clashed against yours. your tongues fighting for control.
before you knew it you were making your escape out the back, tipsy and sexually frustrated. you went to his apartment, it was closer. Garcia and Santos were still making out on the dance floor. you were both too tipsy to think about the consequences, or how you'd leave without getting caught. nothing mattered when he was feeling you up kissing your neck in the back of the uber.. which made you tell Dennis to tip him 50%... he had some money now he'll be okay... you thought to yourself.
once he got you into the apartment you knocked thinks over he had you pushed against the walls. if he had the time he'd fuck you on every surface in his apartment... But you didn't, Trinity and Yolanda could come back at any second. he waited to pull your stupid wings off till the two of you were in his room and the door was shut and locked.
he got your heels off, your jacket on the floor. considered taking your wings off but he made you put them back on once your dress, and halo were off. your white lace panties and bralette paired with the wings . he was stroking himself through his jeans "who knew angels could be so...slutty..." he hesitated but this time you knew it wasn't an insult. you laughed while he struggled to get his cowboy costume off. "leave the hat on..." you said looking up at him. "what" he was confused. "I said: leave. it. on." you commanded. he nodded "fuck... okay." he nodded quickly, unclipping the bralette as he kissed you messily.
he moved down, kissing your body sucking on one of your nipples while the other got flicked. you whined as he moved farther down you pulling your panties off and the only thing on your body was your angel wings; and the only thing on his was his silver cross and his cowboy hat. he spread your legs, "fuck you're so wet..." he mumbled to himself before getting a nice big lick of your pussy "fuck you taste good..." he groaned sending vibrations against your bundle of nerves.
he lapped up your juices vigorously like he could get enough. he held tightly onto your thighs as your slick mixed with his saliva. he was desperately grinding into the bed, "fuck I could die here" he sucked on your clit. "fuck fuck!" your gasped trying to save his head away but he just buried it deeper. his forearms flexing to keep your thighs spread.
you could feel his nose against your clit he worked you open with his fingers and before you finished he kissed up your body as he fingered you kissing you. your nails dug into his shoulders "fuck... oh!fuck!" you whined out your hips lifting off the bed and your face scrunching as you squirted in his bed.
you panted melting into his bed "holy shit... you're more of a whore than I am...." you caught your breath. "well... no I've only has sex a few times ... I learned most of this from uh.. y'know..." he mumbled "from porn??" you let out a laugh "wow youre a pervert." you laughed more "no im not!" he kissed your neck and got up to dig in his nightstand for a condom "fuck... shit—"
"what?" you propped yourself up on your elbows. "I dont have any condoms." you laughed at him "why cause you never get laid??" he scowled "no I—" he huffed "look ill just run to the corner store," he said looking for his sweats. "no... justjust get one from my purse." you pointed lazily a it on the floor alone with your other things. "what you expected to get laid?—" he asked before he could open his mouth to add you stopped him. "im going to leave if you dont fuck me right now." he quickly opened the condom rolling it onto his cock. he was bigger than you expected. especially for a 5'7-ish man.
"ready angel?" he asked, you could hear the condescension. you nodded and he shook his head rubbing his cock along your slick folds "c'mon use those words, you're a smart girl" he said smacking it against your sensitive clit twice "oh fuck— yes! just hurry up" he smirked to himself looking at how your pussy stretches around his cock your little moans and prayers as he feeds it inch by inch "oh god!" you gasped leaving scratch marks down his forearms. "thaaattssss it, fuck angel y'er so fuckin tight..." he groaned, you swear you clenched at his drawl. either way he was relishing in how good you felt to really notice any more tightness around his cock.
you felt your breath stutter when he started to move. he was slow at first but then his thrusts were unforgiving. his skin slapping against yours. the room filled with the smell of sex and before you finished for the 3rd time he stopped. Trinity and Yolanda were home now. he heard a few thumps from them going to her room... he started rocking his hips again. you genuinely think that was the best sex of your life... and it was hate fucking. exchanging "I hate you"s and "fuck so good"s. afterwards he kissed you and cleaned you up before he went to shower. you left before he could come back.
you were sober now. looking out the window of the bus as you took it home to your apartment. thinking about how much you were going to dread seeing him on Sunday. how you already wanted another drink. you couldn't stop thinking about it. you were scared at the fact that this just confirmed a lot of things. how you really liked him, how much of a commitmentphobe you were. a relationship sounded wonderful but you rather date someone you didnt have to see after a break up. you thought he'd be disgusted with you if you ever confessed. so you pushed it down.
he fucked you so good and you regretted it so much. he didnt. he was sure of one think is that all he wanted was you. Dennis sat in his bed wondering if he did something wrong. maybe he went to far with the jokes, maybe you didnt like the rough sex. but he knows you and he told you he'd stop if you needed. he changed his sheets. and laid down after he finished. he wanted to talk to you
he fucked you so good and you regretted it so much. he didnt.
you saw each other again two days later and you avoided him like the plague. you even willingly went to triage. everyone knew something was up since it was so quite between you two... but they wouldn't say anything out loud. they didnt know what happened but they had suspicions even making a few bets.
this went on for a week before he finally tried confronting you. Dennis got fed up with giving you space because of course he told Santos finally what happened and she was the one who won the bet. he'd try to find you and any time he did you got someone to conveniently call you away "oh sorry, gotta go help out." you'd say and its not like he could really do anything about it. I mean if you are needed with a patient he couldn't hold withhold you from that.
Dennis hated that you were avoiding him. he knew he was a dick, but he realized one thing after that night. he looked forward to seeing you every day, to see what you'd argue about. he'd finally picked out a hint of jasmine in your perfume. he hated himself for calling you a bitch and he hated that you kept running away from him. you came in before him busying yourself with patients and you'd leave before him. he couldn't stand it anymore.
it was another few days before he noticed you going up the the cafeteria to eat something. he jumped in the elevator just before you could escape and it already started to rise. "look I—" there was a creak, the cables whine, followed by a rough stop. fuck! fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck fuck!!!!! you thought to yourself feeling your heart pounding. it was just the two of you now. no excuses no escaping. "theses elevators really need to get fixed.." you mumbled. Dennis huffed looking at you "seriously? that's all you can say??" he asked
you looked at him a bit taken aback. "you're gonna stand there and act like everything is normal? not even acknowledge what happened??" he was borderline yelling. he hasn't even pressed the fire button yet. "nothing happened... we were drunk." you said knowing damn well you'd both about sobered up before anything happen. he scoffed shaking his head. "yer fuckin kiddin me..." he shook his head. "it didnt mean anything so can we forget about it? sorry for being weird can we just fight again." your voice was nearly crossing into desperate as you asked him if you could forget about everything.
and it clicked. Dennis finally realized why you were avoiding him. cause you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. "no way, I dont wanna forget about that." he said cornering you. "Dennis—" "im sorry I called you a bitch. I am. I want things to be normal again, but I want to be with you just as much..." he whispered. his hands on your hips now. his fingers tightening when you softly pushed him away. you didnt want to but you had to "I dont want to be with you..." you mumbled looking away from him your heart beating so hard, your brain getting fuzzy from the anxiety welling up in your body. you never realized that the biggest thing you were scared of, was him changing his mind. you were terrified that maybe he'd date you and cheat or leave and you'd have to see him.
"yes you do, I know you do.."
Dennis had you trapped against the the wall he was impossibly close and you could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears. his eyes narrowed “don’t bullshit me, i can hear your heart pounding.” you gasped slightly. "if you don't want to be with me show me, don't tell me." he said desperately. his voice was soft. and even though Dennis was truly angry, it wasn't at you. he was angry that you felt like you didn't deserve this. "push me away, hit me..." he told you. your eyes began to tear up "I cant I cant do this" you shook your head and he kissed your face licking the tears away. "yes you can baby please... I want this. I want it so fucking badly." he was desperate, and you were so overwhelmed you pushed him away.
he nodded and backed away "I'm sorry... I get it one time thing..." he was respectful, looking at you with soft eyes and he pressed the fire man button telling them you two were trapped. once it hung up you practically jumped in his arms kissing him sloppily "I do want this... I want you..." you rasped between kisses. he had one arm around our back and the other holding the bottom of your thigh. "dont scare me like that..." Dennis mumbled setting you down gently pressing you against the cold metal wall "stop crying please" he pleaded rubbing his thumb along your ribcage. moving it up you wipe your eyes with his calloused thumb.."its happy tears now" you smiled softly. he smirked "oh yeah?" he gave you a kiss when you nodded
neither of you realized that some of your coworkers finally getting their $200 dollar payout because Ahmed the security guard had the security taped in the elevator.
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