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haii could you write something about having to have a fake relationship with johnny cade but u end up catching feelings? nsfw maybe? thank youuuuu

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ i'm not in love

— johnny cade x reader

song 𝄞 i'm not in love by 10cc

warnings: language, pnv, nsfw

it was meant to be a simple favour, one that lasted a week at most. but of course, things never go the way you plan.

"you want me to what?" your best friend practically shrieked, his cheeks flushed.

"just for a week, maybe a few days? please Johnny." you begged, clasping your hands together. he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I mean.. I guess.." he said reluctantly, not because he didn't want to do it, but because it was going to be hard, and it was going to hurt.

earlier that week, you had seen your ex-boyfriend flaunting some other girl, and it made you jealous more than anything. the way he presented her like a trophy, as if he had won the prize for biggest douchebag and worst ex-boyfriend. you wanted to get him back, so you did the only thing that you thought of in that moment.

you asked your best friend, Johnny Cade, if he would pretend to date you. it'll be easy you thought to yourself.

you and Johnny were each others best friend. a day rarely went by where you hadn't seen each other for at least for a second. you told each other anything and everything, well... almost everything.

Johnny liked you, no, he loved you. at first, he figured he felt that way because you were one of the first people to show that they truly cared for him. he assumed that as time went on, the feeling would go away and would turn more platonic, but it never did.

every time you turned away from him, he'd stare. every time you'd laugh, he'd smile and fall asleep thinking about it later that night. he loved everything about you, even your flaws which he would always protest that you didn't have.

as the years went by, he always tried to send you small hints about his feelings, but you'd never catch on. either because they were too subtle or you wanted to ignore them, it didn't matter.

what mattered was that as soon as he saw you with another boy, his arm around your waist as you laughed together and stared at one another affectionately, he knew that he had lost. "man, don't worry about her. listen, I can hook you up with this girl I know. she's from-" Dally rambled after Johnny had told him what he'd saw.

of course, Dally didn't really pick up on Johnny's heartbreak as Dallas Winston himself was rarely heartbroken. when he went to Ponyboy about it, he was more empathetic. still, he didn't quite understand. nobody understood, because the only person who only ever truly understood him.. was you.

now, as he stood outside on the Curtis porch late at night, smoking a cigarette by your side, he couldn't help but feel his heart break even more at your request.

he shrugged it off as if it were nothing, but it wasn't just nothing. he knew that this whole idea would be a disaster, because he knew that every time you two would hug or "kiss", in your mind, it was fake. but oh how Johnny wished so desperately that it was real.

"so uh.." Johnny began, exhaling smoke through his nose, "what do we do? together- I mean."

"we do what couples do" you shrugged, but Johnny's face contorted into confusion. Johnny had never been in a relationship, ever. so the idea of doing "couple things" was foreign to him. "oh, right. well, we hug.. we touch.. maybe kiss?"

kiss? Johnny thought to himself, but it's just fake kisses, right? she ain't mean the real thing?

although the idea of kissing his crush wasn't unappealing, it was daunting. he was paranoid, paranoid that you would see through his nonchalant facade and see the real him. you'd see that he was really, truly in love with you.

later that week, you both went to a party where to you first showed off your new "relationship" and made yourselves public.

and when you saw your ex stare at the both of you with his new girl by his side, you pulled Johnny in for a passionate kiss without thinking. and instead of it being a quick peck, it turned into a full make out session on the couch.

you weren't sure what got a hold of you, but you weren't complaining all that much. he was a surprisingly good kisser despite not being very experienced (from your knowledge) and his taste was addicting. when your lips touched his, you felt your stomach flutter and heart pound as if.. it felt.. real.

when you first kissed Johnny, he felt as though he were in a dream, and at any minute he was going to wake up. he was in a love sick daze as your tongues intertwined and his hands found their way to your waist as your hands climbed into his hair.

after a few minutes, you pulled away and looked back to see your ex fuming, bringing a smile to your face. however, when you looked back at Johnny, his expression was anything but happy.

he pulled you off of him gently, clearly upset. "you okay Johnny? i'm sorry if that was too much, I-"

"nah, it ain't that. don't worry about it" he shrugged you off, staring off into the crowd of the party. after a few minutes of awkward silence between the two of you, he cleared his throat and got up. "um.. imma.. go get us a drink."

after that night, you two continued your little scheme— but every time you would pull him into a kiss or hold his hand, you couldn't help but feel warm inside. it was if it was meant to be real, it felt right. the way your hands perfectly fit his, the way your lips melded together as if they were made for each other. but every time you'd pull away, that all faded. you'd remember what you had set out to do, as did Johnny. still, that feeling never went away. and as the days passed, the feeling grew stronger until you had almost forgotten why you were faking it in the first place.

"so, Johnny" you began, Johnny sitting across from you, sipping his coke whilst listening intently. "there's another party this weekend and.. he's gonna be there. we should go yeah?"

Johnnys shoulders dropped, "sure.." he said unenthusiastically.

"you okay?" you asked, fiddling with the wrapping of your straw. it seemed to you that recently, whenever you devised a plan, he wasn't that into it. it was as if he didn't want to continue on with the act out of boredom.. or.. something else?

"how much longer are we gonna be doin' this for?" he asked in a frustrated tone, causing you to be taken back a bit.

"uh.. I don't know, a week maybe?"

"okay, well you said that last week and the week before that. and no offence bab- y/n," he caught himself, realising you two weren't acting at that moment. still, him almost calling you that made your heart flutter. "I don't think he really... cares" he clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably in the seat of the booth.

those words hurt you a little, because he was right. whenever you saw your ex, he stopped looking at you. whenever you kissed or hugged Johnny in front of him, he barely bat an eye. but what hurt you the most was that you knew that your ex didn't care anymore, you didn't even care anymore. you just didn't want this trip to end, because whether or not you wanted to admit it to yourself, you liked Johnny as more than a friend. you wanted to keep kissing him and hold hands as a real couple, not a fake one.

"okay well.. maybe if we just give it a few more days he will come back ar-" you started, but Johnny cut you off by slamming cash down on the table before grabbing his jean jacket and leaving the Diner, no further words exchanged.

you felt so guilty, so guilty that you were leading him on. that you clearly had feelings for him that you were too cowardly to say out loud.

you knew that he was over it, and you knew that there was no point in continuing the act. so, you decided to do the only thing that seemed right.

"Johnny.." you said from behind him as he sat on the porch of the Curtis home.

things had been tense between the two of you, and whenever you would both get together with the gang, they could tell that something was up. they knew about your plan, they also knew how Johnny felt about you. so when you began to act weird around one another, they could already tell what had happened.

when you sat beside Johnny, you could hear the gang talking about it inside the house despite the front door being closed, their rowdy voices booming.

"listen Johnny, this ain't working. I think you're right, he doesn't care anymore. so.. there's no point, y'know? i'm sorry I.. dragged this on." you stated, staring at him, only this time, he didn't stare back. he kept his eyes on the path leading up to the house, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

"let's talk about this at yours" he said, standing up and snuffing the cigarette bud out with his shoe. he walked out the gate, forcing you to follow after him.

the walk to the house was quiet and awkward, making you feel tense and almost embarrassed. as soon as the both of you entered your empty home, Johnny immediately pulled you into him, smashing his lips onto yours without warning. even though it took you by surprise, it didn't take long for you to kiss him back. "what was that for?" you whispered after he pulled away.

"i'm tired of pretending." he whispered back before pulling you back into him.

both of you continued kissing as you made your way down the hallway toward your bedroom, bumping into picture frames as you tore off each others clothes.

you didn't bother to close the door of your bedroom as you lived alone, instead flopping onto your mattress and clean linen sheets.

by this point you and Johnny were now stripped down to your undergarments. Johnny laid sloppy and rough kisses against your neck, ones that were sure to leave a display of marks. he slowly began to kiss down your chest, fondling your breasts over your bra as he looked up at you for permission to take it off. you nodded, arching your back as he slipped his hands behind and unclipped the clasp.

you pulled off your bra, tossing it onto the floor. Johnny stared for a moment, almost in awe, before immediately latching his mouth onto one of your nipples whilst his fingers worked on the other. you whimpered at the sensation, running your fingers through his dark locks.

Johnny was practically in heaven. ever since he had developed feelings for you, he has wanted nothing more than feel you close, to feel your skin against his. and every time you'd wear a shirt that showed cleavage or outlined your curves, his mind would wander to places that he would never want to admit.

after a few moments, you pulled Johnny in for another kiss before pulling away, both of you panting and breathless. "you sure you wanna do this?" you asked, and he nodded.

as you reached over to your drawer to pull out a condom, and before you placed it onto his length, Johnny grabbed your wrist, stopping you. "is this real?" he asked nervously.

you stared deep into his beautiful, brown, sorrowful eyes. they looked as if they were pleading with you to say yes. and as you thought and reflected about you and Johnny, you began to feel all of the suppressed emotions from long ago. you liked Johnny, you always had. but it was more than that now, it was love. when you had developed your feelings, you pushed them down as you didn't want to mess up your friendship. but no matter what, they always lingered. through every look, every touch, every hug, every kiss— even if they were all fake— they were also real.

"yes. it's real." you whispered with a smile, cupping his face, "I love you"

"I love you too." he whispered back as he held your hand in his whilst his other guided himself into you. you both let out a moan, though yours was more of a grimace as you had to adjust.

he hiked one of your legs over his hips, allowing him to get a better angle. you stared into his eyes as he held your hand, thrusting into you at a slow and steady pace. you let out soft moans as he would let out whimpers and grunts, fuelling each other further. "god you fit me so well baby" Johnny whispered into your ear before peppering sweet kisses onto the crook of your neck.

"feels.. so.. good" you croaked as he continued to fuck you, hitting all the right places.

"I know sweetheart, I know" he whispered gingerly, his thumb stroking your cheek as he admired your face and its features.

"faster please" you whimpered, and he obeyed, speeding up without a moments thought.

you immediately began moaning louder, as did he. your grip on one another's bodies got tighter, as did your walls around him. you could feel a pleasurable warmth swelling in your stomach, one that would only come around when you were on the edge of orgasm.

"i'm gonna.. cum" you whimpered, your nails digging into Johnnys back as his tip continued to kiss that spot within you over and over.

"I know baby, but can you be a good girl and hold it for me?" he asked, almost sympathetically, as if he wasn't the one fucking your brains out and making your mind go fuzzy. you didn't say anything, only nodding and whimpering in response.

after a few more rough thrusts along with Johnny's moans getting increasingly louder. Johnny nodded at you, allowing you to both let go together. he continued to thrust, slowing down as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. "good girl, that's it."

he stayed inside you for a moment as you both caught your breath before he laid a kiss on your forehead and stood up, whispering a quick "gimmie a sec" before throwing the condom in the trash and walking to the bathroom.

you laid out on your bed in a fucked our daze, staring at the ceiling as you thought about what just happened. Johnny then returned with a damp, warm rag and began to clean up the mess that he made between your thighs. "did so good baby" he whispered as he kissed the inner parts of your thighs.

after tossing the rag to the side, he laid next to your, pulling you into him and laying soft kisses onto the top of your head, your face buried into the crook of his neck.

despite it being unexpected, you couldn't have been happier. you had finally gotten who you wanted all along, not your ex, but Johnny.

and despite needed to evaluate your relationship with him, you were too happy to care in that moment. cause it was just you and your sweet boy, your Johnny.

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˚ ˖ 𓍢ִ໋ party 4 u

— dallas winston x reader

song 𝄞 party 4 u by charlixcx

warnings: alcohol, smoking, swearing, mentions of sex

"oh my gosh, you came!" you shouted over the music, embracing your friend as you welcomed them into your home, which only an hour earlier was empty but was now filled with bodies. "drinks are in there!" you told her, pointing to the kitchen.

you walked along side her, pouring her whatever concoction your friend had helped you make earlier that you were sure was equivalent to acid.

you told her to enjoy the party before walking off to greet others and mingle around. you rarely threw parties, if ever. but it was halloween, so you figured that you might as well— at least, that's what you told everyone who asked. you couldn't tell them the real reason, despite you knew that they knew the real reason, they just didn't wanna bring it up.

you were waiting for him. you had been waiting since the first guest came through the door, watching the entrance in hopes that you'd see him.

you hadn't invited him, hell, you hadn't invited more than half of the people that showed up. but it didn't matter, not to you. it wouldn't matter if the entire town came, or even the entire state of Oklahoma. because in that crowd, you'd only be looking for one person. you only wanted one person to be there. Dallas Winston, Dal as you called him.

he was notorious in town for being dangerous, and many always preached that no one should be within a 10 foot radius of him unless they wanna get in trouble. but you didn't listen to the warning, and you paid the price.

thing is, he was different, different from what others would say about him. he was kind, bold, even a bit chivalrous. when you were in public, he acted nonchalantly with you, wrapping an arm around your waist or kissing your neck— in private, he acted like as if you were the only person in the world. when he kissed you, he did it with so much passion that you would practically melt away. when you would have sex, it was making love, not fucking. sure, at first he was distant and cold and at times you even thought about giving up. but eventually, he warmed up and treated you like his girl, not just some chick he was hooking up with.

but one day, as you waited on the corner of your street, waiting for him to pick you up for a date for your one year anniversary, he didn't show. you tried to call, yet he didn't pick up. you thought that maybe he had gotten hurt. so, you did what any caring girlfriend would do.

as you walked into Bucks, you looked around to see Buck chatting it up with a friend near the bar. "hey Buck, is Dal here?" you asked nervously, to which he didn't say anything but instead pointed to the ceiling, signalling that he was upstairs.

you knocked on his bedroom door, hearing a faint "who is it?"

"it's me baby!" you hollered back excitedly. you could've sword you heard a groan, making your heart drop. you didn't wait for him to answer, but instead barged in to find him on his bed, smoking a cigarette with his eyes closed.

"Dal? what the hell! why didn't you pick me up?"

"what?" he asked confused, clearly having been woken up from his sleep as his eyes were squinting and his lips were somewhat chapped.

"our date?! y'know, the one i've been reminding you of for weeks straight? the one for our one year anniversary!?"

"ah, stop shouting. you're hurting my ears" he groaned, sitting up on his mattress, stumping his cigarette out on his ashtray, the one that you made him during a pottery class.

"I can't believe you" you scolded, tears burning your eyes as you looked at a man you no longer recognised.

you watched as he stared at his feet, not even looking at you once. you stood there, waiting for him to say something else. maybe an apology, or even a simple grunt would do. but nothing, you got nothing at all. it then occurred to you that Dally didn't suddenly change overnight in his sleep. something had clearly happened, and you think you knew exactly what it was.

"who is she?" you asked, your voice breaking as you were a few seconds away from breaking down.

"what?"

"who is she?!" you shouted, walking over to his dresser, throwing clothes out of his drawers in hopes of finding a pair of panties or anything that would indicate that he had been with another body that wasn't yours.

"who is who? the fuck are you doing?" he yelled back, standing up and grabbing your shoulder. you slapped his hand away before moving over to his nightstand, then his mattress, then under his bed, all the while he kept yelling at you to stop. "you ain't gonna find nothin' cus there ain't nobody else!"

"so why are you acting like a dick, huh? I mean you don't even look at me when I walk in here, you didn't come pick me up and don't say that you forgot our date because I know damn well that you didn't because every time I reminded you, you promised me that you wouldn't forget. so what! what is it? did I do something because-"

"I can't be with you anymore!" he shouted, making your heart drop down to the floor. that's when you felt the tears fall, muffled sobs coming from you as you held your face in your hands. he reached out to touch you but you quickly jumped back. "I-... it ain't you."

"yeah fucking right. cause I know damn well it ain't you, it's never you! nothing is ever your fault, is it?!" you shouted. it was true, nothing ever was his fault, at least, according to Dallas.

every time you two argued, the blame would always be pinned on you. you put up with it out of love, always attempting to justify his actions. but now, there was nothing to justify.

after that night, you never saw Dallas. he never called, you never came to Bucks anymore. whenever you saw him in public, you'd cross the street or turn the other way. you couldn't stand the sight of him, because everytime you'd see his beautiful brown eyes and handsome features, you'd desperately want to run into his arms and tell him that it was all okay. but it wasn't, and it never would be.

as you talked some more with some friends by the punch table, you heard a hollering noise over the music that sounded too familiar. one of Dally's friends, Two-Bit Matthews, was known for being loud and obnoxious. after being around him and Dally's gang, you knew his laugh all too well. and if Two-Bit was at your party, you knew he would be too.

you excused yourself, walking through the house in hopes of catching a glimpse of him somewhere. you saw Two-Bit attempting to do some sort of drink on your dining table, yet, no Dallas. maybe he didn't come you thought to yourself.

but as you turned around to go back to the kitchen, that's when you made eye contact with him.

he stood in front of you, frozen. it was as if everyone had stopped and the music had gone silent. you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. he had a look on his face that was full of regret, one that told you everything that he wanted to say but couldn't.

you felt tears rush to your eyes and you turned away, ready to flee the scene. but before you could take one step, Dally grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd.

you were confused, but didn't let go. the rush you felt in that moment was nostalgic. it reminded you of the times that you and Dally ran from the cops, or the times that you two almost got caught having sex in the bathroom of a restaurant. you missed that rush, you missed him.

you both ended up outside in the empty backyard, Dally not letting go of your hand. you looked up at him as he looked down at you and into your eyes. he tucked a loose strand behind your ear, smirking slight, making your heart flutter.

you kissed the palm of his hand as it rested on your cheek. it took all of 2 seconds for Dally to pull you in, kissing you passionately underneath the stars of the night sky.

you didn't hear the music from the party, you didn't hear the drunk teenagers hooting and hollering from the front lawn, you just heard Dally's heartbeat as he pulled you up against his chest. he held you tightly, kissing the top of your head as he mumbled "i'm sorry" over and over. "I was so stupid. I was scared. scared that I had managed to keep someone as good as you. I thought that it ought to end soon, that you'd realise that you deserve better than me."

"no, Dallas. I want to be with you, I always have. more than anything." you whispered to him, cupping his face with your hands.

he didn't say anything, kissing you passionately once again before leading you back inside to the party that you threw for him.

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· . ༄࿔ johnny cade x dreamy!reader

i've never seen a more beautiful and delectable man in my entire life like omg i want to do devious activities w this man

someone pls dm me so we can talk abt matt dillon cause he's so fine im knawing at the bars of my enclosure

࿔ * ･ crying during sex

— older!dallas x reader (pt.2)

song 𝄞 crying during sex by ethel cain

warnings: pnv, f!receiving, m!receiving, dacryphilia

you waited eagerly behind the bar for Dallas to walk through the door, keeping him to his promise of coming back. it wasn't early, but also wasn't late. there was still time.

you weren't sure what to expect from him when if he arrived. was he going to ask you out? or did he just want a friendly chat. either way, you were excited. last night, there was undeniable tension between the both of you. you could feel his yearning for you, and you were sure he could feel your fawning for him.

he was extremely attractive, there was no denying it. his scruffy beard and somewhat messy haircut, his dark eyes and smooth lips. he was wearing a leather jacket and jeans that left nothing to the imagination, his clearly large dick strained against the tightness of the fabric. just seeing him for the first time made your heat flutter, desperate for more.

as you got lost in the thought of him, you heard the bell above the door bellow throughout the bar. your head shoots up, and then, you see him. you almost drop the glass you were filling up for a customer, your body tensing and your nails practically scratching the cup.

he looked over and made eye contact with you, a smirk appearing on his face. he walks over to the counter, shrugging off his jacket and setting it on the countertop as he takes a seat on one of the stools.

"hey."

"hey, you kept your promise" you smiled, "what can I get you?"

"uh.. just a beer."

"you got it" you popped open a beer, sliding it toward him and watching him take a swig. "so uh... any pool games tonight? I don't see any of your buddies?"

"nah, it's just me." he shook his head, looking around.

"aww, you came here just for me?" you joked, holding a hand over your heart and pouting, making him chuckle and roll his eyes.

"yeah yeah" he mumbled. the air was tense between you two, despite only having exchanged a few words so far, but you could both feel that you wanted the exact same thing.

after finishing serving another customer, you sidled back over to Dally, now leaning against the counter as you stared at him and he stared back at you. "you know.." he began, leaning closer to your over the counter, "I think we both want the same thing, right?"

"which is?" you smirked, leaning into him, your faces mere centimetres apart. you could feel his breath fanning over your face, his breath smelling like a mix of beer, cigarettes, and mint— a scent that was both intoxicating and addictive.

"what time do you get off?" he asked, taking a big gulp of his beer before pulling out a packet of kools from the pocket of his leather jacket that was draped over counter.

"uh.. like an hour?" you told him, looking at the clock.

"when you get off do you wanna maybe.. get outta here?"

"buy me a drink first, god" you joked, laughing. he chuckled softly, one that made you want to clench your thighs together, his voice deep and gruff. "at least let me get to know you, yeah?"

"okay.." he bit the inside of his cheek, "what do you wanna know?" he asked, pulling out a cigarette and a match, flicking it against his necklace and igniting a flame before putting it at the end of the cancer stick.

"about you" you told him, sliding the ashtray toward him as he puffed out a cloud of smoke.

"okay.. well, my name is Dallas-"

"I know" you blurted out before you could think. you immediately felt your cheeks get red as you realised how creepy you must sound saying that. "sorry" you giggled awkwardly "I overheard it last night during the game" he nodded in response with a smile.

"so.. what's yours?" he asked, and you told him. "okay, well... god, I feel like i'm in a fuckin' AA meeting."

you laughed and nodded your head. "fine, how 'bout this. how old are you?"

he paused for a moment before answering, "45." you nodded, smiling wide as that number excited you. whenever you dated guys, there were usually close to your age if not older, so having sex with an older guy was exciting and new. "you do stuff with older guys?"

"not typically." you told him honestly, "hope that doesn't turn you off"

"nah, if anything it turns me on. nice to know you've never had someone as experienced as me."

"so.. you are gonna fuck me" you whispered into his ear, fully leaned over the counter. your breath sent chills down his spine, making him hold back a groan. he grabbed your jaw, holding your face to make eye contact with him, your cheeks flushed.

"i'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"is that a challenge?" you smirked, grabbing the cigarette from his fingers before taking a drag and blowing the smoke away from his face.

"it's a promise." he said, now it being his turn to whisper into your ear. "in an hour?"

"in an hour."

an hour later, you rushed to clean your station, eager to go off with Dallas. you assumed that he was gonna take you to some cheap motel room or do it in the back of his car (if he had one). your expectations were low, to say the least.

Dally grabbed his jacket, sliding it over his shoulders as you approached him. he wrapped his arm around your waist, treating you as if you had been together for years— it surprised you, he didn't seem like the kind of guy who was chivalrous— but you weren't complaining.

"so.. where too?"

"my place isn't too far from here. it's a bar called Bucks, about 30 minutes"

"wait, you live in a bar? if you live in a bar, why come here?"

"a little birdie told me there was a sexy girl working here" he joked, though seeming somewhat serious . you rolled your eyes at him, "nah, a friend told me to meet him here since Bucks gets too crowded. c'mon, my cars here"

to your surprise, he pointed to a red t-bird, one that was sleek and looked almost brand new. you had never sat in something so fancy, and even though you knew it wasn't his, you didn't say anything.

as you both drove down the road to Bucks, you talked about anything and everything from jobs, to memories, to dreams. despite only having known one another for a total of 2 hours, you felt as though you had known one another for a life time.

as you pulled into the parking lot of Bucks, you looked into the window to see the bar fully basked in red lights, Hank Williams blasting through the walls.

As you both walked into the building, it was way busier than your bar had ever been. it was so busy that you could barely get through the crowd of bodies to the room that Dally was dragging you to.

As you walked into a bedroom, in which you assumed was Dally's, you immediately shut the door behind you, locking it.

Dally immediately pulled you in, smashing his lips into yours, lips that you have been so desperate to taste. his rough, calloused hands began to feel you up, holding your waist before making their way down to your ass.

you slowly made your way toward the bed, falling back with Dally now on top of you. he fondled your breasts over your shirt, nipping and kissing at your neck. you whimpered at the feeling, playing with his brown strands and running your fingers through them. he paused for a moment, pulling away and pulling off his shirt before tossing it onto the floor. you did the same, revealing your lacy red bra that you wore for the occasion.

"fuck" he whispered, looking down at you in adoration. he reached behind you with one hand, unclipping your bra and letting it fall into your lap to reveal your breasts. he wasted no time in latching onto them, sucking on them mercilessly, making you moan. "your so gorgeous" he whispered against your skin, looking up at you.

you smirked at him, guiding him to sit on the bed as you wanted him in your mouth. you slowly kissed down his chest before reaching his jeans, looking up at him for permission to which he leaned back in consent, awaiting you to start.

you pulled off his jeans and boxers, allowing his hard dick to spring free, his tip leaking in pre-cum. you salivated at the sight, immediately wrapping your mouth around his tip. he hissed out, running his hand through his hair as you began bobbing your head up and down on his length. "god you're so fucking-" he began, choking on his words from how well you were doing. "you're such a good girl."

your hand and mouth were in rhythm with one another as you hollowed out your cheeks, practically sucking him dry. he ran his head over your hair before pulling it back into a makeshift ponytail, still allowing you to move freely.

the room was quiet except for Dally's moans and groans as well as the sounds of gagging and slurping. you paused for a moment, lifting yourself off of him and allowing a big drop of spit to fall onto his length, making him groan at the sight, a smirk on his face. you stared into his eyes as you spread your saliva all over his length before continuing.

after a few more sloppy head bobs, his grip on your hair got tighter and his moans got louder. "fuck, i'm gonna cum baby."

you didn't let up, allowing him to cum with a loud moan and a few groans after a few more seconds.

"fuck, that might have been the best head i've ever had" he smiled, pulling up so that you were standing. he then wasted no time in taking off your skirt and your panties, leaving you bare in front of him. "god.." he whispered as he pulled your body into him, giving you a firm smack on your ass, making you squeal. "i'm gonna fuck you dumb"

he laid you down, opening your legs and getting ready to insert himself. he looked at you for consent, to which you nodded eagerly. he slowly slid into you, both of you moaning out.

to be honest, he was big. way bigger than anything you've ever taken. you hadn't said anything as you didn't want to boost his ego, but you also didn't want to turn him off. it didn't matter though as when he saw the grimace on your face, he was experienced enough to know that it was an expression of more pain than pleasure. "you okay?" he asked, concerned.

"mhm.. just gimmie a sec" you told him. he nodded, dipping his head down into your neck and peppering light kisses as you waited for your body to adjust. "okay.." you whispered, giving him a passionate kiss before he continued.

he began to slowly thrust into you, not too fast and not too harsh. "faster" you told him after a few minutes, eager for more.

he obeyed, immediately speeding up, making you moan louder. your moans only spurred him on, causing him to go harder. "f-fuck!" you sobbed as his tip began to kiss that sweet spot inside of you. he smirked, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you.

he stopped for a second, you looking at him in confusion. he placed both of your legs over his shoulders, holding onto your calves tightly before beginning to pound into you. you began to practically scream, the feeling becoming too much to the point where you started to cry tears of pleasure. "it's okay baby, you're doing so well" he whispered into your ear, wiping the tears away.

"feels- so good" you moaned out, raking your nails down his back.

"I know sweetheart, I know" he said, the cold metal of his necklace gliding over your collarbone as he thrusted back and forth.

you felt yourself begin to draw close, as did he. "i'm gonna cum!" you repeated over and over, your toes curling as you felt as if you were about to burst.

"I know, me too baby. cum with me" and you did. you came with a cry so loud that the whole bar probably heard you over the music blasting in the level below. the feeling of you clenching around him made Dally cum with a loud groan.

he laid next to you, breathless as you tucked your head into his chest, still recovering from what you think may just be the best orgasm you've ever had.

"looks like i'll be coming to the bar more often"

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੭* ‧₊ this song is sooo older!dallas 🤭