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🔪~Bastard~🔪

Dennis Rafkin x Male Reader

Imma keep making shorts for this man until I die. This is something more fluffy and a after smut thing.

Also, all you Chromeskull simps foaming at the mouth in the back, I see yall, expect some S/H comfort content with him soon along with Brahms.

Dennis was tired. His body was sore and ached all along his back and sides. Yet as your lips trailed across his neck, your teeth sinking into his skin before releasing the flesh there and moving on Dennis couldn't find it in him to pull away.

He was too lost in the sensation of your soft lips trailing over his body. He felt worshiped and fully loved as you trailed kisses over every inch of his skin. It was a wonderful feeling, being cherished. That feeling, Dennis figured, paired nicely with the way you felt still buried to the hilt inside of him. You having yet to pull out of him after earlier activities.

Your hands moved up his chest, your lips latching on to an expanse of skin just under Dennis's jawline. He gasped hips jolting forward as your fingers tweaked his nipples. You smiled against him, ceasing your sucking to place a kiss on the red mark blossoming where your lips were.

You kept your hands on him as you leaned back soaking in his debauched state. He had love bites and hickies trailing up the center of his chest not stopping till his naval along with a good amount littered on his neck and inner thighs. Hands slid to Dennis's back holding him close to you as your lips moved to his ear "Better wear that turtle neck you love so much," you teased making Dennis groan in frustration, his hands lightly hitting your chest. You chuckled.

"Bastard," he mumbled as your hands found their way to his ass giving the mounds of flesh a good squeeze. "Your, bastard." you corrected missing the way Dennis had smiled at your words. His own arms wrap around you as your lips go back to his neck.

"Yeah, my bastard."