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Mina exclaims after giving you a hug, going back in closer to your neck to take a big inhale. “Huh?” You clock your head to the side, pulling away and plopping onto the couch in the common room next to Ochaco.
“I can swear i’ve smelled that before.” Mina crosses her hands in front of her, narrowing her eyes at you. “What—No? I haven’t changed my pef—“ You chuckle nervously. You knew you shouldn’t have cuddled him right before this, he always gets his sweat on you and consecutively, you smell just like him.
“Oh my god! I know this smell! You—“ Mina says, pointing an accusatory finger at you, voice loud enough to catch the attention of Bakugo’s squad who are all the way across the huge space.
“You smell like Bakugo!”
Noise stops, heads snap, a moment later gasps ensue.
“You totally do! You smell like caramel!” Mina keeps pointing at you dramatically, footsteps of the boys are heard before they enter your view, all ready to join the chaos.
“You know, you’re right. I got new perfume. It’s in my room.” It’s so not in your room because you never bought new perfume. Ochaco leans in close too, “No, no, Mina’s right! You do smell like Bakugo!” She exclaims too.
“I do not—” You don’t even get to defend yourself.
“Hah! I knew you were dating him! He‘a a hundred times calmer when you’re around!” Denki interrupts you, throwing his hands up. “Denki, you owe me 10 bucks!” Kirishima laughs.
“I am not dating Kats—Bakugo.” Your voice carries over the chorus of conversation, leaning against the back of the couch. Before anyone can say anything else, you feel warm lips press against your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin.
“You were saying?” Katsuki murmurs against your neck as your roll your eyes. You throw him a glare over your shoulder, Katsuki takes the chance to press a peck to your lips as your classmates around you lose their minds.
he agreed to keep it a secret but he can’t have his girl denying being his in public 😏
Summary: What happens when someone sees the weeding ring you were trying to hide? Who will win the bet about your mysterious husband?
Content: Jack and reader being married and kept a secret, Dana, Robby, Perlah, Princess, Santos, Lena, Shen, Ellis and Ahmad are in this one too— mentions of others. Reader being called Sunshine, no use of Y/N, betting grid, patient being violent towards reader, attending reader, reader's age not mentioned, Jack being overprotective, idk what else.
A/N: This one is more general, not so much of Jack and reader but I liked it!! I love when betting grids are used in fics!!Also, I made a poll about how I should call reader since I don't want to use Y/N, you picked Sunshine but Petal was the second most voted and I quite liked it!. Feedback and ideas are always appreciated! I'd love requests for fics and I write (try) for the characters that are listed in my masterlist!!!
w/c: 3.9k words
Disclaimer: English is NOT my first language so this may as well be written with my eyes closed and half delusional brain. Hope you enjoy it!
Tapping away in a computer at the nurses station right when you arrived seemed like a good idea, until Shen noticed your wedding ring, the same one you have forgotten to take off and put on the chain you wear around your neck.
“Woah, is that a wedding ring?" Shen asked you, his eyes open in surprise.
shit
"I- uh,” you stuttered, seemingly being caught. "Yes, it is”
"You're married?”
"No, I just liked the ring and I bought it” you rolled your eyes "I think the ring means I'm married”
“Who’s married?" asked Jack, joining the conversation.
"Apparently, Sunshine is” said Shen, his usual cup of iced coffee— almost empty— in his hands.
Jack turned his gaze to you, assessing you. "You're married?”
You groaned "I think we've already established I am”
Jack raised his hands in innocence “I was just asking"
“How long have you been married, hon?" Lena— night shift's charge nurse— asked you.
You smiled at her “Two years"
"What? Girl, how's that possible? We've known you for almost four years” Ellis, who had just been listening, said from her chair, now very interested.
You shrugged “I'm a very private person"
“No shit" laughed Ellis “I cannot believe you!"
"What's his name?” Lena asked you.
You shook your head, "Not telling. He's nameless” you sealed your lips shut.
As you turned to go check on your patients, you winked at Jack discreetly.
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Days later, you were called in early, something about needing extra hands since various people had called in sick.
“Oh, hello, hon." Dana looked relieved to see you.
“Dana, rude of you to call me in early, I need my beauty sleep" you said playfully while leaning against the counter of the nurses station.
“We needed more hands on deck, chairs are hell, too many patients and too little doctors" she sighed heavily
You brushed her off “No worries, I'm kidding. I'll go to the lockers and then I'm your obedient servant"
She laughed, shaking her head “Of course, hon. Good to have you back on the days, even for a few hours"
You winked at her before walking to the lockers, quickly changing into your scrubs.
Walking back to the nurses station, you decided to check your texts and to no surprise Jack was the one texting you.
Jack
Made it okay?
You
Yes.
You should be asleep
Jack
Can't. Miss u.
You
Miss u too, baby.
Now sleep
Jack
okay, bossy.
You chuckled, shaking your head as you made your way to Robby.
"Hey! Sunshine, you are honoring us with your presence?"
“Indeed. Dana called"
He glanced around “Yeah, today's chaos in here"
"Where do you want me, boss?”
"Central 15 is all yours”
You nodded "Aye, aye”
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Two hours or so later the work had winded down a little, allowing you a respite. You made your way to Ahmad's post, wanting to see what the new betting grid he was running was about.
"Doctor Sunshine!” he greeted, "coming to place a bet?”
You chuckled, shaking your head "I'm merely curious about the recent bet you have going”
"There's two” he nodded towards the white board in his post.
You glanced at it from outside, reading the bets.
Residents/ interns changing shifts. Who? Why?
$20. Santos. Avoiding someone — Perlah
$30. McKay. Night shift vibes. — Shen
$30. Ogilvie. He thinks he fits in there — Princess
$40. Mohan. Wants to try it. — Dana
$10. Whittaker. By the end of the year. Loses a bet to Santos — Santos
You chuckled softly before turning to Ahmad. “I'll take $50, none of them."
He shook his head, impressed “Bold bet" he said, pulling his sticky notes to write your bet.
You shrugged, handing him the $50 bill “I know them Pittlings, they wouldn't last on night shift" you hummed “Well, maybe Joy would fit perfectly but I'll take my chances with my bet”
"Good”
You tilted your head "What's the other—?”
"Nah, that one is not for you” He moved, blocking your gaze from the other one.
"Ahmad”
"Fine,” he murmured, moving away.
Dr. Sunshine’s marriage. Real? Fake? To whom?
$20. She wears the ring to avoid being asked out — Whittaker
$20. He's a hottie but it's just his boyfriend — Princess
$30. He doesn't work here, very real — Ellis
$20. Fake — Garcia
$40. Real. Someone who doesn't work here —Perlah
$30. Attending here. Very real — Santos
Your mouth was open in surprise. “You're betting about my love life? Ahmad!"
He raised his hands “Don't blame the player, blame the game"
You huffed “You're on my list now"
“Care to tell me who's won, then?"
“No"
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Closer to 4 p.m., you decided to text Jack.
You
You wouldn't guess the new bet Ahmad has running.
His reply took a few minutes.
Jack
The resident to night shift? I put $40 on Joy
You
I put $50 on none of them.
I'm not talking about that one, though.
Jack
Bold.
Idk about any other bet.
You
It's about my marriage and whether it's real or not.
Jack
That's hilarious. I'll place a bet.
You rolled your eyes, of course he would.
You
See u in a few.
Love u
Jack:
Love u too
You shook your head, pocketing your cellphone. You couldn't believe your colleagues were to the extreme of betting about your marriage— or rather you could— but they were unbelievable.
You also wondered how oblivious they could be, you had been married to Jack for two whole years and the only ones who knew were Dana and Robby. Robby was the best man, of course, and Dana, well she's Dana, she knew you liked Jack before you even knew. You were beyond grateful they were discreet— and that you and Jack had managed to pull it off this long— it wasn't you didn't want to shout the world you love Jack, it's just you loved to be only the two of you.
At first, it was just a keep it secret to see if it works out when you started dating. It soon became marry me? but we'll keep it a secret still because you had enjoyed your relationship without people mending in. The years passed and you still managed to keep it a secret— it wasn't that much of a secret, you and Jack were pretty joined to the hip, but they haven't connected the dots. Until you screwed up by not taking your ring off.
You knew your secret would be uncovered sooner or later, it was going to be amusing to see all of them trying to find out.
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You were checking something on a tablet when you felt a presence next to you.
“So…” Santos said casually — or so she thinks.
"So?”
"You're married”
You nodded, not lifting your gaze from the tablet "I am”
"Does he work here?” She asks again trying to sound casual.
"Trinity, I know about the bet”
"Damn it!” she huffed but quickly changed her expression, giving you her best puppy eyes "Help me win! Just tell me if he works here, I need the money, I'm a broken R2”
You chuckled, shaking your head "Nope, not telling”
She gave you a look, she was going to start pestering until you told her.
You were quicker, though “Dana?"
“Yes, hon?"
“Is there a patient for Dr. Santos?"
“Yes, South 12, knee laceration. It's not pretty"
“Thanks, Dana" you smiled at Santos, giving her a pat on the shoulder “You heard Dana, c'mon"
She didn't say anything, just stomped her way to see her new assigned patient.
Dana shook her head, chuckling softly “How much longer do you think you can keep it up?"
You shrugged “We'll find out"
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Hours later you were still checking on patients, working every waking moment. Your real shift was set to begin in an hour, the night shift already arriving, ready to go through the hand-offs.
As you were checking the boards, you felt eyes on you, without turning to them, you hummed.
“Perlah, Princess" your eyes kept scanning the board “is there something in my face?"
Seeing an opportunity to talk to you, they got closer.
“We were wondering…” Princess said.
"If you'd talk to us about your husband?” Perlah finished, a hopeful smile on both their faces.
"He's alive and well. Handsome too” you grinned at them, not giving them what they wanted to hear.
"Who are we talking about?” another voice cut through. Jack.
"Sunshine's husband” Princess quickly informed
Jack turned to look at you, an amused smile on his face “Oh, your husband"
You hummed “Yes, they want to know about him"
“Interesting. I want to know too, after all, I just put $50 dollars on who he might be" Jack crossed his arms in front of him, looking at you with a teasing smile.
You rolled your eyes “You all shouldn't be betting on people's lives" you chided all of them.
"Does he work here?” Princess whispered, expectantly looking at you.
"No, I'm not helping you win the bet” you said firmly "I'm taking five before my real shift starts” walking away, you ignored their frustrated groans.
You made your way to the staff lounge, taking a seat and thinking about ordering some food, you were hungry.
"So, this husband of yours…”
You have Jack a grin "I'm not talking about him in my workplace”
"Oh, c'mon. He's a catch” he said teasingly, you were alone, sitting across from one another.
"Says who?” you raised an eyebrow at him.
"Someone who knows him very well”
You rolled your eyes "Well, you could ask him if he wants some food before his shift, I'm about to order”
He stood up, walking to the fridge and taking a container with your name in it "No need, he sends you this”
You gasped, he had brought your favorite. "Oh, I love that husband of mine"
“He loves you too," he said, glancing at the door, checking if no one was coming in before pressing a soft kiss on your head. “Eat, I'll go to take care of the hand-offs"
You winked at him, standing up to heat your food “Yes, Cap"
He chuckled, shaking his head before leaving the staff lounge.
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“If you ask me again, I'm requesting all holidays off and you'll be stuck working, Shen" you threatened him, tired of his interrogation.
He bit the straw of his ice coffee “Please, Ellis said if I help her win the betting grid she'll give me a cut”
You smiled at him as scary as you could "Keep asking and I will give you a cut”
He raised his hands innocently "Point taken”
"Good”
Hours later, it was a fairly decent shift, the waiting room was swamped as usual but you were working fast and efficiently.
Your next case was a kid with a broken arm, divorced parents and they didn't look happy with each other. You steeled yourself to handle the case as best as you could given the circumstances.
"Hello, what do we have here?” You said, entering the room with a gentle smile, introducing yourself.
The little 7 year old boy looked at you with teary eyes, sniffling softly. The parents were on opposite sides of the room, not even glancing at each other.
"He broke his arm” said the child's mother "because of this drunken excuse of a father!”
"That is not what happened–” they started bickering.
You looked at the nurse who was assisting you, Annie, and shook your head. Those cases were impossible because of the parents.
"Enough!” you said loudly, they both stopped. "My concern right now is treating this little one, if you keep bickering you'll be escorted out” you said firmly.
"Alright” "Fine” they both answered
You took a deep breath, moving to assess the child's arm. "Does it hurt here, Dylan?” you said, making a quick exam.
He winced "Yes, it all hurts”
You hummed "Okay. Did you hit your head or was it just your arm?”
“Just my arm" he answered shyly, his tearful eyes looking at you.
“Alright, we're already giving you something for the pain and now we need to know how it's your arm so we'll send you to an x-ray" you looked up at his parents “One of you can go with him"
“I'll go" said the little one's mother
You nodded “Okay. Annie, would you show Mrs. Michaels where she can wait while little Dylan is on the x-ray?"
She nodded “Of course, follow me"
As they left the room, you were left with the father. “I'll come in and check with you when the x-rays are back, Mr. Michaels. Is there something else you need?"
“No" he said gruffly, he was noticeably drunk.
“Alright, I'll be back"
You made your way out of the room, taking a deep breath, you despised divorced rude parents. Arriving at the nurses station, you addressed Lena “Hey, could you make sure security keeps an eye on the parents in Central 15? They don't get along, quickly escalate on bickering and the father is drunk"
She gave you a smile “Of course, doll. I'll inform them"
“Thanks, Lena" you sighed, looking at the board “I'll go check on other patients, let me know when the x-rays are back, please?"
She nodded “You got it"
You smiled at her before going to check on some other patients. 30 minutes later you were back with the kid, checking his x-rays.
“Alright, it's a clean fracture so it's something we can simply fix with 6 weeks immobilization with a cast"
“Oh, thank God" the mother said, caressing the little one's head.
“Could you hurry up? I want to get the hell out of here?" the father snapped at you.
“Of course, sir" asking for the supplies you needed, Annie quickly went to gather it, while you stayed with the parents.
You were talking with little Dylan, trying to lift his mood while the father— still very much drunk— was growing impatient.
“How hard is it to do your job!" he snapped.
“Sir, it just be a little moment more—”
"Calm down, all of this is your fault!” the woman snapped at him.
"My fault?”
"Yes! If you hadn't been drinking as always, he wouldn't be here!”
“He fell!"
"You were supposed to be watching him!”
"It's not my fault he's as stupid as his mother!”
Things were escalating quickly, and the child was growing restless, afraid.
"Okay, that's enough—” you said, getting closer. They didn't listen, still arguing.
“That's enough!" you said louder, getting closer to them, trying to separate them.
It was the wrong move because at that moment the man intended to hit the woman, —and you moved to separate them, causing you to be hit.
You felt the hit, your ears ringing and your vision blurry. He hit you hard.
"Security!” you slurred as you could, since the pair kept fighting.
Your brain felt sluggish. The rest was just blurry, security separated them, you were ushered to the nurses station. Your head felt underwater, you could hear someone talking to you but you couldn't make any of it.
Lena, Shen and a few others were around you.
"Call Abbot!” someone said, causing you to shake your head, insisting that they didn't need to.
You knew Jack, you knew he'd flip out and he'd uncover your secret. Besides, you didn't want him to worry.
"I'm okay” you tried to reassure them.
"You're not, doll” said Lena, the ringing in your ears was easing up. "Let Shen take a look at you, Abbot is with an emergency that arrived a few minutes ago”
You nodded, glad that Jack was occupied at the moment.
It all passed in a blur, Shen informed you that you had hit your head. When? it was all a mystery, so now you were waiting for the results of a CT in a room, practically hiding from Jack. You knew it was a matter of time before he found out.
Shen entered your room after a few moments, checking something on a tablet.
"CT looks normal. You're good but you do need rest”
You hummed "What about Dylan? The little kid with the broken arm?” you asked, still worried about your patients.
"He is—” Shen was interrupted by a presence storming into the room.
"Why did I just overheard you were attacked?” Jack growled "and you didn't think to call for me?”
shit, shit, shit
"Jack—”
"Do you know,” he cut you off "how I felt when I heard someone say my wife had been attacked by a patient?”
"It was the patient's dad—” he gave you a look that shut you off.
Shen, who was very much in shock, still in the room, cleared his throat. "CT came back normal, she's good”
"Thank you, Dr. Shen” Jack said, he was grateful that at least someone checked you out. "Now, would you let me alone with my wife?”
He nodded "of curse”
Once Shen was out of the room, Jack walked to your side "Why didn't you call for me?”
"I knew you'd overreact,” you murmured.
"Overreact —” he took a deep breath, saying your name in that firm manner he used the few times you managed to drive him out of his cool composure "You were attacked by a patient's parent. A man double your size, you should've call me”
You sighed, knowing he was right "I know”
He shook his head, his anger evaporating, leaving just your worried lovingly husband “I hated that I had to hear it from someone else, baby"
Feeling like a scolded child, you nodded "I imagine”
He took your hand in his, taking a seat in the hospital bed "I am glad you're okay and you are pressing charges. That man assaulted you, plus he's drunk and apparently, an irresponsible man”
Your lips twitched, you were not comfortable with taking a man away from his child.
"Don't do that. He is not a good influence on the child. Besides, his ex-wife is going to testify against him too, apparently, he used to beat her”
You sighed “Alright, alright. I'll press charges"
“Good" he said, caressing your face.
“You know you just told Shen I'm your wife?"
“Yes. Secret is out" he shrugged.
You smiled softly “I'm curious about who won the bet"
He kissed your forehead “I'm just glad you're okay"
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Jack forced you to stop working the rest of the shift, claiming he had you on observation until he could take you home. Of course, Shen and his big mouth made everyone in the Pitt know about who your husband was. It spread like wildfire, even the day shift knew now, some of them texting you— while they should be asleep— to know if it was true or not.
You successfully convinced Jack to let you hang out in the nurses station, leaving the room open for potential patients. So now you were watching it all from the sidelines, sipping on water while staying next to Lena (Jack's orders). He even brought you a sandwich and a water bottle.
Ellis approached you, leaning against the counter in the nurses station, peeking at your sitting form on the other side of it.
“I don't like you," she said.
“You do like me, Parker." you hummed, eating your sandwich.
“I don't. Why didn't you tell me you were married to Abbot?"
“Because I didn't tell anyone" you shrugged softly.
“You made me lose money"
“I didn't tell you to bet on my life" you smiled at her.
“You could at least give me a hint" she recriminate you
“Parker, it's not my fault you're all oblivious"
She huffed, not happy with having lost. “This is not over, I'm still mad at you" she said before walking away. You didn't take it at heart.
“She's mad about having lost, huh?" Jack asked, taking Ellis's place.
“Yep" you said.
“How the head?"
“10/10. All good." you shrugged softly.
“That's good. Just two hours left of shift then we'll go home"
You pouted “No, I want to see who won the bet"
He tilted his head in amusement “I thought you were mad about the gambling about your life?"
You shrugged “I was, that doesn't mean I don't want to know who won"
He hummed, thinking for a moment “Does it count as cheating if I placed a bet and I was right?"
“I think it does, seeing the fact that it was a bet about who my husband was and you are said husband"
He shrugged “I'm still collecting my money"
You rolled your eyes “Of course you are"
He leaned in, taping your forehead between your eyes “Stop that, you're gonna get a loose eye if you keep that up"
You swatted his hand away “Do that again and you're sleeping alone"
“Yes, ma'am"
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It was 7 a.m., time for hand-offs. You were patiently waiting for Jack while he took care of that while observing Ahmad take in the news and going through his post-its to see who won. Surprisingly, Santos won, along with Jack.
“Yes! I knew it" Santos said, jumping in excitement at the money she was about to receive.
You chuckled from your place, happy she won. Jack joined you shortly after, observing it too.
“Seems I'm splitting my money with Santos" he said, amusement written on his face.
“You cheated," you pointed out.
"I still won,” he shrugged.
Ahmad made his way towards both of us, a handful of dollar bills on his hands. “This belongs to you, though I consider that cheating, Santos agreed to split it"
Jack took the bills, you immediately took them from him.
"I think you still owe me money” Jack said to Ahmad, observing you while you counted his prize.
"I already gave it to you?” Ahmad said, confused.
Jack crossed his arms in front of him, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Joy just put her transfer to night shift”
"Oh, man!”
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When you were finally free, Jack guided you to his truck, his arm wrapped around your shoulders.
"You know,” he began "I'm surprised we managed to pull this up for as long as we did”
You hummed "Yeah, me too. It was nice to be just us for a while, though”
He kissed your forehead "It was. But I am glad we can stop hiding and looking over our shoulder constantly”
You smiled "Now I can say freely you're my husband”
katsuki bakugo is the type of man to randomly announce he’s dating someone in an interview…
“mr.dynamight, any plans after this patrol is over?!”
he glares at the camera, shoving the lens right out of his face. “tsk—! fuck off, you money hungry extras! it’s none of your—”
the blonde pauses mid-rant, catching everyone off guard as he suddenly leans down.
“—actually, give me this crap!”
he grabs ahold of the no doubt expensive ass camera, essentially blogging on national television in an unfaltering angle zoomed right into his nostrils.
“i know yur’ ass is watching this, y/n, so answer your god damn phone already!!” he shouts, unknowingly becoming a worldwide meme the literal next day.
everyone’s jaws drop as the cameraman scrambles to catch the equipment bakugo tossed back like nothing.
“mr.dynamight, please elaborate! who is this y/n you speak of?!” they exclaim, mics quickly shoved into his face as the paparazzi lights began flashing for the latest hero gossip in town.
“hah?” he scoffs back, frowning like the answer is completely obvious—and like their the idiots for even asking such a thing. “my wife.”
let’s just say your identity was trending the next day on all platforms… #answerthephoney/n
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“just the tip” with dennis whitaker, except… it’s never really just the tip.
𝒘arnings ﹠ 𝒕ags : smut ﹒ unprotected sex ﹒ piv ﹒ pet names ﹒ friends with benefits ﹒ no use of y/n ﹒ 18+ themes ahead !!
You lay in your bed, asleep. with your arm draped off the side of your bed and drool on the side of your mouth.
Dennis stands right beside your bed, watching you shift your hips around. You were so peaceful and comfortable— but he had a raging boner and apparently getting rid of that boner was more important than your sleep before you start your shift.
He hesitates before placing a hand on your shoulder and shaking you gently, while whispering your name. “Hey, wake up..” he whisper yells.
A soft moan of discomfort falls from your lips, while you mumble a soft ‘what’. Dennis tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, “I need help…”
Your eyes flutter open with a soft sigh leaving your mouth, “dennis it’s…” you pause and flick your eyes over to the clock on your nightstand, “5:50 in the morning, we have work soon.” You grumble, getting ready to drift off to sleep again.
“Please. I’ll only put the tip in… I can’t get my boner to go away.” He pouts, palming his hand over his clothed boner. You look up at him, blinking lazily. “Just the tip..?” You hum.
“Just the tip.”
You bring your sleeve up to your mouth, wiping away the drool from your cheek. “Make it quick.” You say as you pat your empty bedside, signaling for dennis to lay down with you.
He bites back a smile and crawls into bed next to you. You shift into a comfortable position, still facing away from him.
Dennis presses up against your back and uses one free hand to make circles on your hip with his thumb, while using the other hand to move your panties to the side.
“She’s weeping for me, baby…” dennis whispers under his breath as he drags his fingers between your folds. You try to stifle a moan, hoping it’ll fall behind deafen ears, but dennis hears it; loud and clear.
He hooks his fingers onto the rim of his boxers and pulls them down to his thighs, releasing his aching cock from his tight boxers.
Carefully, he wraps a hand around his shaft and drags his tip between your folds— smearing the precum that was leaking out his cock. You squeeze your eyes shut, biting back a moan, “hurry up dennis.”
“c’mon… let me have a little fun- we have enough time before work..” he says peering over at the clock, “I don’t wanna think about work right now…” You whine, squeezing your eyes shut.
Dennis laughs into your neck and leaves a kiss right below your jaw, “you got it baby.” He says and presses his tip up against your entrance, pushing it inside of you slowly.
A broken moan escapes your throat as your fingers dig into your sheets, “fuck- I don’t know if I’ll just be able to do the tip, baby.” Dennis grunts, slipping his tip in and out of you.
You peer over your shoulder about to protest but before you could, dennis takes this as his chance to plunge his whole cock inside of your cunt and all that leaves your mouth is a strangled moan.
“You said just the tip!” You bark at him, furrowing your brows. “I’m sorry… I just couldn’t help myself.” He coos, rolling his hips in at a steady pace— letting you adjust to his size, even though he’s been inside of you more than he could count.
Your head falls back and your mouth gapes; soft moans falling from your lips. Dennis moves his hand to your pj shorts, sliding his hand down past your waistband and pressing two fingers against your clit, making circles.
“s’ that feel good?” Dennis whispers into your ear, plowing his cock into you from behind— his movements becoming more rough. You nod your head, trying to get more friction from his fingers.
An airy laughs erupts from his throat, “s’ my cock not enough for your needy cunt?” He mocks as the rhythm of his thrust become faster— the sounds of skin clapping together becomes louder along with the sound of your squelching pussy.
“It’s- too much denny!” You squeal, grabbing onto his forearm and digging your nails into his soft flesh. “I know- I know, I’m sorry baby.” But he wasn’t sorry— not one bit, dennis liked seeing you squirm and cry underneath him when you got overwhelmed from the pleasure. It made him feel over the edge.
With one more swift thrust, His cock twitches inside of you— spilling his load and painting the inside of your wall white. You look over your shoulder and watch as your hips move back on his cock; trying to chase your own high.
“Such a desperate girl…” his fingers still play with your clit, which sends you right to your high. Your cunt clenches around his cock as all the muscles in your body become tense and your ears being filled with quiet rings. “That’s it baby- let go..” dennis coos, running a soothing hand down your arm.
Dennis carefully slides his cock out of your cunt and watches as his cum spills out of you— mixed with your own juices. “Never- tell me, you’re just gonna put the tip, if you’re not just gonna put the tip.” You breathe out.
“You know I never actually mean the tip… what guy only puts the tip?”
Whitaker being the father that stepped up was so attractive to me… everybody else seems to disagree… gulp.
