(you're the risk ) i'm gonna take it
AN: The rating has changed escandalo!
I think my reader fics are really just OFCs written in second person haha
Tag List: @chase-me-round @femkillz @sossinee @call-me-doll8811
I used to think I'd meet the one
At, like, a record shop or something fun
You'd drop your keys, I'd pick 'em up
And then I'd give 'em back our hands would touch.
- oh shit ... are we in love? Valley
You were going to kill him.
He had assured you that the 1956 version wasn't scary - "it's not gory!" - which was true, but the fact that it was in black and white somehow made it worse, and now you were plastered to his side, listening to the movie more than watching it, until it got quiet and you couldn't help but glance at the tv.
Of course it was the worst possible time to look.
"Oh my god!" You shriek, hiding your face in Dennis's shoulder, "don't open your eyes, please don't open your eyes -"
You jump as not Jack opens its eyes, biting back a scream. "Jesus Christ, Dennis! I thought you said this wasn't scary!" You punctuate the last two words by smacking Dennis's arm.
"I - ow," he laughs, catching your hand, "did you want to turn it off?"
You shake your head, "no. I need to know what happens. I won't be able to sleep if you do -" You bite back a hysterical laugh, like you'll be sleeping anytime soon, anyways.
Dennis sits up, happy to distract you from the horror unfolding in front of you.
"So you've seen Scream, what else have you seen?"
"Hm, Happy Death Day, Final Destination, The Faculty -"
"Right? I was obsessed with Josh Hartnett. I made my brother take me."
"How many siblings do you have?"
"I'm the youngest of three."
Dennis shifts next to you, "I'm the youngest of four. All brothers."
"What do your brothers do?" You wonder, carding your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, and you don't miss how he leans his head back into your touch.
"Are you trying to distract me?"
"Are you sure?" He teases, and this close you can see the flecks of grey in his eyes, how full his bottom lip is, the small scar on his chin.
How his eyes drop to your mouth - pupils dilating, as you lick a piece of popcorn from your upper lip and your breath hitches as he reaches up to touch your face, and you don't miss how his hands are trembling.
He leans up to kiss you, and you can't help the needy little noise you make as he slots his mouth over yours.
Like the kiss in the car - it's tentative, but you shift forward, fumbling a bit under the blanket to grab his shirt, and your fingers flex as he cards his fingers through your hair, and when he pulls back, he doesn't go far.
"God, I've been wanting to do that all night," he confesses as the music swells from the speakers.
You flush, leaning forward to kiss him again, and his hands find your waist as you climb awkwardly into his lap.
"Is this okay?" You whisper, not fully sitting against him and he nods, wrapping his arm around your waist, and your breath catches as he pulls you forward, so your chest is flush against his - and you swallow, feeling dizzy in a way that has nothing to do with your chronic illness.
"Are you okay?" Dennis whispers, pushing his hand through your hair.
"No," you mutter, "you're a liar." His brows draw together, "this movie is scary as shit." He laughs, looking guilty.
"Well, we don't have to watch it, I'm pretty sure Trinity has Spice World on dvd -"
"Oh," you mumble, feeling your face drop, moving to shift back but Dennis doesn't loosen his grip, "you'll have to let me go -" his fingers flex against your waist, and you bite your lip, rocking your hips forward just to see what he'd do, and the needy little noise he makes shoots between your legs, and he swallows your moan as he licks into your mouth.
"Mhm -" you murmur, leaning forward to grip the back of the couch, so you can grind against him properly, shivering as Dennis slips his hand under your cardigan, spanning his fingers across your back.
"Can I take this off?" He whispers against your chin, and you nod, reaching down to unbutton it as he tugs at it frantically.
"Hold on," you laugh, finally getting the last button undone, and he finally pulls it down your arms, shoving it off before getting his hands on your arms, your shoulders, the keyhole at the small of your back.
You're still rocking forward, and you feel his shudder before you feel him, through his jeans.
"Is it enough to make you come?"
You shake your head, but you don't care, all you're focused on is Dennis's hands, and his mouth and how he's shaking underneath you.
"I want whatever you want -" he whispers, and you let go of the couch, getting tangled in the wolf blanket before you finally drop onto the couch next to him, laying back, and Dennis just stares at you, until you nudge his leg with your foot.
He flings the blanket onto the floor, and you know something scary is happening because of how the music swells, but you keep your eyes on his face as he kneels between your legs, leaning down to kiss you, and he opens his mouth and you interrupt him.
"Yes, Dennis," you laugh, fisting your hand in his shirt, hauling him against you, laughing as he falls on top of you, and you reach up to card his fingers through his hair, watching his eyes drift closed.
"That feels nice," he mumbles, hips rutting against you, and you grab his hand, guiding it between your legs, and he gently pulls back, not hard enough to break contact and you look up at him. "I meant it, I don't have any expectations -"
You soften, "I know, but ... I want you to touch me."
He lets out a breath, cracking open an eye to look at you.
"I don't want you to feel like you have to."
"I don't," you assure him, "I'm going to be tired either way, Dennis -"
"Shit," he pants, dropping his face against your shoulder.
"Might as well have some fun," you grin, jostling him, and his laugh stirs your hair, and he pushes himself up onto his elbows, reaching up to take your face gently in his hand, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth, before trailing his fingers down your throat, tracing the delicate silver chain around your neck, before dropping his fingers lower, and your breath hitches as he cups your breast and you arch up into his touch.
You watch his face as Dennis realizes that you're not wearing a bra - and your nipple pebbles under his thumb, and you whimpered as he tighten his fingers, and you reach between you to grab the waist of his pants.
"Yes," he whispers, and you slide your hand down the front of his pants, so you can palm him through his jeans and his hips jerk as he ruts into your hand. "Shit -" he mumbles as you fumble with the button of his pants, and you just get his fly undone when you both hear the front door unlock.
"Fuck!" Dennis yelps, immediately jumping back onto his knees and you reach down for the blanket, and he drags it over you both as the front door opens.
"Hey, slut!" Trinity calls, "so did you get laid or - oh shit!" She yelps, stumbling back against the door frame.
"Hey," Trinity laughs, "I texted you -"
"We're watching a movie," he snaps as you shift next to him.
"Yeah. Uh, I'm gonna go shower," Trinity mutters, kicking off her shoes before scurrying off to the bathroom.
"God," Dennis slumps his shoulders as the bathroom door closes, "I'm sorry about her -"
“Don't be," you bite your lip, as he glances at you, and you snort as soon as his eyes catch yours. "Getting laid, huh?" You snicker, "I thought you didn't have any expectations."
"Trinity needs to watch her mouth," he huffs, "did you want me to take you home?"
"No," you reply, "I told you, I wanted to finish the movie." You watch Matthew and Elizabeth carefully walk down the street, and you brush your hair out of your face. "I have no idea what's going on."
"They're pretending they've been infected," Dennis explains.
"Yeah, because that'll work -" as soon as the words leave your mouth they start running.
"Don't you fucking dare," you snap, glaring at him as Matthew and Elizabeth hurry into a cab and you bite your lip, leaning against his shoulder.
You watch them eventually get captured by Dr. Kimber.
"Fuck Spock and his stupid fucking face," you growl as Trinity ducks out of the bathroom.
"You look better," she grins, rubbing a towel through her hair.
"They're dead," you shake your head, "they're dead!" You lean forward, glancing at him. "How am I supposed to sleep tonight?"
"You're not," Trinity replies with a grin, "it's painless, it's good," she murmurs in a monotonous voice.
"Shut up!" You snap flipping her off as she disappears into the kitchen. "Can I stay with you tonight?"
"Yeah, of course, I can sleep on the couch -"
"No, absolutely not -" you shake your head, "there's no way I'm coming out tomorrow morning, to your dessicated corpse."
Trinity's laugh rings out, as pots clatter. "Did you guys want some mac and cheese?"
Dennis glances at you and you nod.
The movie ends when Trinity brings the pot and three bowls out to the living room.
"So that's it?" You mutter.
"I take it you don't want to watch Body Snatchers?" Trinity wonders, shoveling a spoonful of macaroni into her mouth.
"No, but Spice World sounds good right about now."
"Mm," Trinity nods, "hell yes."
"I'm just going to go the bathroom," you mutter, standing up, and you hear Dennis say something to Trinity.
"I did text you," she replies.
You close the door to the bathroom, glancing at the mirror before quickly going pee, and they're still arguing when you make your way back into the living room.
"Well next time fool around in your bedroom, like normal people do."
You drop between them on the couch as Trinity hits play, and Dennis scoots closer to you as you settle your bowl of mac and cheese in your lap.
"Keep your hands over the blanket," Trinity sniffs, and you roll your eyes.
"Hey," Dennis mutters as you follow him into his bedroom, "I really don't mind sleeping on the couch."
"Do you want to sleep on the couch?" You wonder, taking the change of clothes from his hands.
"No, I just want you feel comfortable -"
"I was ready to take off your pants," you point out, watching, fascinated, as colour flushes his cheeks.
"Okay," he nods, "I'll change in the bathroom," he ducks into the half bath, and you bite your lip, glancing around his room - the walls are covered with posters, and there's a tall Ikea bookshelf against the opposite wall that's crammed full of books, and dvds, and you quickly pull your dress over your head, pulling on his t shirt before climbing into bed.
"Are you ... Not going to wear those?" Dennis mutters, glancing at the pair of sweats you left folded on his desk.
"I sleep hot," you shrug, pulling back his plaid comforter to climb into his bed, and he gets the lights before climbing in after you. "I can feel you thinking," you laugh.
"Sorry," Dennis apologizes, "it's just been a while since someone's slept over."
"Well you don't have to stay over there," you whisper, you watch him nod, before he scoots over and you curl up next to him, sighing as he wraps his arm around your waist.
"Did you need me to set an alarm?"
"No, tomorrow's my day off."
"Cool," you can hear the smile in his voice. "Me too."
"There's a pretty good cafe a few blocks from my place, if you wanted to get breakfast."
"Sure," you let out a happy sigh as he presses a kiss to your head, and despite your earlier protests - sleep comes easy.
End Notes: Are blankets being sold out of vans on the side of the road a thing in the US?
