Haii Could You Write Something About Having To Have A Fake Relationship With Johnny Cade But U End Up

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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.

@avroravia @r0seb100d @seilahdiaries

btw i just wanna let you guys know that i won't be writing anything x reader for two-bit, steve, darry, or pony since i just don't get the hype. sorry 🤷‍♀️

omg he's so dilfy 🤭

· ˚ ༘ ♡ i'll crawl home to her

— johnny cade x reader

song 𝄞 work song by hozier

warnings: blood, talks of fighting , suggestive if you squint

the sound of crickets chirped outside of your window as you slept softly, dreaming of nothing except an occasional flash of a soft memory that you once lived.

as your body fell in to a deeper and deeper sleep, it took you a while to hear the tapping outside of your window. the crickets could no longer be heard as the sound of tapping got louder and more aggressive, followed by a few whispers of what sounded like somebody saying your name.

you rubbed your eyes, still in a stupor as you climbed out of bed, dragging your feet toward the source of the disruptive noise.

you open your lace curtains to see your boyfriend Johnny sitting on the roof of your garage next to your window, waiting patiently for you to let him in. "hey baby" he smirked at you, climbing into your room after you opened the window a bit more so that he could fit. "you okay? is it your parents" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

it had occurred to him that he had awoken you from your beauty sleep, it had also occurred to him that you had forgotten about him.

after every rumble, instead of going to the Curtis home to get patched up, he would come to you. it became a ritual for the both of you, a moment of shared intimacy as you mended his wounds and kissed them better before snuggling to sleep or talking all night.

he walked over to your bedside table to click on the lamp, basking the room in a soft warm glow, allowing you to see him better. you gasped, putting your hands over your mouth as you realised why he was here.

it's not that you had forgotten your ritual as you knew there was a rumble that he would be attending that night. you had planned to stay up and wait for him, a first aid kit by your bedside as you sat in the dark and allowed time to pass. unfortunately, too much time had passed, causing you to fall asleep. now, as your battered and bruised boyfriend stood before you, an immense wave of guilt washed over you.

"i'm so sorry honey! I fell asleep because I waited-" but before you could finish your ramblings, Johnny cut you off with a passionate kiss, his hand on your waist. he grimaced into the kiss as the cut on his lip was too deep to ignore, but just your lips on his already started to make it feel better.

"it's okay baby, I know you didn't forget. even if you had, it wouldn't matter to me. just as long as i'm here with you." he smiled, cupping your face with your hands.

you placed a kiss on his forehead before leading him to your bed. he sat down on the mattress, unlacing his shoes before placing them at the end of your bedpost. he shrugged his jacket off and threw it on top of his shoes. "you wanna change?" you asked as you got the first aid kit ready, gesturing to the bottom drawer of your dresser where you kept some extra clothes for him.

he nodded, standing up and pulling the drawer open, pulling out a pair of pyjama shorts. he slipped off his clothes, keeping only his boxers on.

after getting changed and adding his clothes to the pile, he sat back down on your bed, waiting for you to finish prepping. "you know..." he began, rubbing his neck, "you don't gotta do all that. i'm fine with just a bandaid or something"

you gave him a look before softly laughing before returning back to your station, dipping your "tools" into alcohol to sterilise them as by the looks of it, Johnny would be needing stitches.

some rumbles were worse than others as some would require a simply cleaning of the knuckles and a bandaid on the cheek, or there were others that were like the ones tonight. those rumbles were brutal, the kind of ones that were messier and rougher. and it seemed to you that Johnny may have gotten the worst of it.

after you finished prepping, you turned back to him to make an examination. you studied his body, seeing that there were a few bruises on his torso that were already started to grow darker. his knuckles were raw, so raw that it made you cringe.

on his face, the damage was worse. his eye was swollen, surrounded by a ring of dark purple, almost black. his cheek was cut open on the other side of his face, though not worse than the cut he got that was now replaced by the scar on the opposite side. his lip was busted open, blood somewhat smudged from your previous display of affection. "okay.." you whispered as you grabbed a cotton pad, soaking it in some alcohol. "you already know this, but it's gonna hurt."

"yeah I know" he said, stroking a hand over your hair as you got on your knees in front of him. you caught him smirking, making you raise an eyebrow.

"what?"

"this kinda reminds me of something" he chuckled, making you slap his chest, causing him to let out a loud hiss in pain.

"sorry baby" you gasped, though he was still smiling. you kissed the spot before returning your attention back to his hands. he made a fist with his hands, allowing you to see all of the cuts and deeper areas. you studied them for a moment before you began to dab the cotton onto his wounds. he groaned in pain, clenching his teeth as well as his knuckles. "I know baby, I know"

after a few hisses and a few more groans, you had finished with his knuckles and moved on to the next thing which was his chest.

"okay baby, you might need to stand for this okay? you think you can?"

"yeah, I ain't disabled." he laughed, making you chuckle. "I think one of my ribs is bruised, maybe I even broke one."

"nah, if you broke one you'd be in a lot more pain." you said as you looked closely at the dark spots. "i'm gonna touch your chest okay?" you informed him and he nodded in response.

after this many sessions of playing doctor, you had learned a lot. you also got to know his body better. certain areas made Johnny flinch or shiver, others made him lean into your touch more. the chest was a grey area as it depended on the damage that had been done. tonight, it was on the more intense side.

as you began to press on his torso where his ribs hid, he cringed at the sensation, but didn't yelp. "okay, I think they're only bruised"

"that's good, yeah?" he asked somewhat nervously.

"well, if you consider having bruised ribs good then, yes."

after wrapping a bandage around his torso, you moved onto his face. "so.." you began as you started to clean his cut. "who won?"

"us" he smirked proudly, "man, it was close though. you know, at one point some Soc tackled me and I thought that I was a goner, but then-" as he recounted moments of glory and others of defeat, you couldn't help but admire your beautiful boyfriend.

you smiled whenever his face lit up in excitement or even when he scrunched his eyebrows in frustration. but the best part of it all was that he was okay, and that he was here with you.

after a few more stories exchanged and more cotton pads used, he was fully mended.

you stood up in front of him, tossing the trash into the bin that was next to your bedside table. Johnny pulled you back into his, his chin on your tummy as he looked at you in adoration. you smiled back down at him, stroking your fingers through his dark hair.

he looked at you mischievously before he slowly lifted up your shirt, laying open mouth kisses all over your stomach.

you giggled at the tickling sensation before straddling his lap. you tucked a stray strand behind his ear as your both stared deeply into one another's eyes. "thank you."

"for what?" you asked confused as the both of you got settled under the covers, your head on his chest.

"for everything."

@avroravia @seilahdiaries @r0seb100d @johnnycadesslut

࿔ * ･ romeo's daddy

— older!dallas x reader (pt.1)

song 𝄞 romeo's daddy by ethel cain

warnings: language

the billiard balls clanked against one another on top of the velvet red pool table, half empty beers and ash trays sitting the ledges. you stood behind the bar, observing the game whilst absent mindedly serving customers.

the bar was somewhat quiet as it was a weeknight— old men coming down after a long day of work for a drink, shooting it back without flinching before putting back on the old cowboy hat and walking out.

you could hear the dialogue shared between opponents, insults and dirty comments being tossed at one another.

you heard another customer enter, not bothering to look up as you polished a few glasses. they didn't even glance at the bar before heading straight to the pool room, greeting their friends with pats on the back and clasped hands.

a few minutes later, you heard yelps coming from the other room. you looked over to see one of the players cheering triumphantly, the other rolling their eyes and shaking them off as they slipped their hand into their back pocket, pulling out their wallet and dishing out a few bills. you smiled slightly at this interaction, finding it kind of endearing to watch people have a friendly game of pool.

the winner, a huge shit eating grin on his face, yells "who wants to challenge me?" everyone chuckles at his cocky attitude until one man steps out from behind the wall that was covering one of the corners of the room, his aura dark and heavy.

"I will" he says, his voice gruff and deep, sending shivers down your spine. the other man's cocky attitude suddenly disappears, his ego clearly damaged from the other man's confidence. "so, what do ya' say?" the man begins, grabbing a pull stick and turning around, giving you a good look at his face.

jesus christ. he was gorgeous. you had never seen a man that beautiful, let alone a man that was on the older side. he looked to be about mid to late 40's, his bushy eyebrows scrunched together above his dark brown eyes, his plump lips in the shape of a smirk, and his brown hair was shaggy, but not too long.

"sure, Dallas." the man replied unenthusiastically, clearly having a distaste for the man. Dallas? you thought to yourself, that name sounds familiar?

you stared intently, now fully distracted by the game, or at least, one of the players. as he bent down to shoot a ball, he would slide the pole between his fingers as he lined it up, his rings slightly rubbing against the wood. you couldn't help but gawk at him and his beauty, even when other players were taking their turns, you would only stare at him. you studied his mannerisms and the way he played; when his opponents ball went in he would scratch his beard, he would bite his lip whenever he was thinking about what his next move would be, it was all calculated.

after a few more minutes of observing, you looked up at the clock to see that it was time to close the bar for the night. "shit" you mumbled under your breath. you looked around to see that, thankfully, the only people left in the bar were those playing and observing the pool game.

"hey!" you said as you walked into the pool area, grabbing everyone's attention. "the bars closed so, wrap up the game quick yeah?"

Dallas looked at you intently, his eyes hungry as he took in every part of you and your skimpy little outfit; a black lace crop top with shorts that left little to the imagination, big hoop earrings and a bold, dark red lip.

the others guys acknowledged your warning as you walked back to your station, wiping down the sticky wooden counter.

after fully cleaning up, you walk back in to see the final moments of the game, only 1 ball left each. the man slowly lined himself up, taking a shot only to miss horribly. everyone chuckled, including Dallas, the man scoffing before stepping back. the room goes quiet once again, your eyes fixated on Dallas's hands, the way his veins would become more pronounced when he would flex his fingers out, his finger pads close to the end of the skewer.

he lines up the shot, perfectly hitting his final ball into the corner pocket. him and his buddies begin to holler, celebrating his victory as the loser brings out his stack of cash that he had won only an hour or two before.

"alright boys, hit the road"

"yes ma'am" they all said, every one of them except for Dallas, who was now eye fucking you from across the room as he slid on his jacket. you attempted to ignore him, spinning on your heels and walking back to the bar.

you pretend to finish cleaning up, waiting for Dallas to leave. "hey.." he says, his voice scratchy. "how about a quick drink? you got bourbon?"

"sorry sir, we're closed for the night" you smiled, hands leaning on the counter, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage to which he showed no shame in staring at.

"come on, doll. one for the winner, yeah?" he says sweetly, his voice less intimidating than before. you both made eye contact for a few moments, the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. you bit your lip as to not let a smirk appear, your fingernails tapping upon the wooden counter.

"fine" you sighed deeply, getting out a freshly cleaned class. "just this once though"

"yeah..." he said as he watched you pour the brown liquid, "just once" he mumbled, sounding as if he wasn't talking about the drink.

"so.. i've never seen you here before? you new in town?"

"not really. I live in Tulsa so i'm close by" he explained before taking a swig of his liquor. you nodded, cleaning your workspace with a damp rag for the 100th time as to not be awkward and stand there as the man drank.

"you were good out there." you complimented him, studying his face, now getting a closer look at his features.

"nah, that guy was a skeez. he sucked ass." he leans forward more, your faces almost touching as you leaned against the counter, you head in your hands, your cheeks flushed.

"yeah, maybe. I see him lose a lot so I think you're right."

"you work here often?"

"every night" you smiled, finally putting down the rag to engage in whatever he was going to say next.

"good." he said blankly before tossing the drink back and slamming the glass down. you raised an eyebrow at the comment, watching as he began walking toward the door.

"why is that good?"

"i'll be back tomorrow." he told you before walking out the door, leaving you alone and flushed in the empty bar.

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

݁ ۪ ୧ . rules

˚ ˖𓍢ִ yes:

-i will write for other outsiders characters (depending on who and the request)

-i write nsfw (if you request outsiders characters i might write nsfw for them but again, it depends on who and what the request is)

-i will write for large age gaps as long as its legal

౿  ׂ  ˳ no:

-i will not write rape, pedophilia, self harm, sa, incest

-if you try to fight me on a request that i don't want to do, you will be blocked

-i only write fem reader as i am unable to capture other genders well. i also only write for character x reader, i dont do ships

actually feeling unmotivated rn cause my older!dallas fic isn't turning out how i want it to 😕 lowkey feeling like scrapping it ngl 💔

♱ ⋆ . ༄ knockin on heaven's door

—dallas winston x preachers daughter

warnings: nsfw, pnv, f!receiving, creampie

"you're to never see that boy again." that's what your father said before he sent you off to boarding school, one so religious that it made mormons look like atheists.

you had invited your boyfriend Dallas over earlier that day to hang out. your father was to be teaching a sermon all afternoon, giving you and Dallas plenty of time to spend together alone. he had your thighs over his shoulders, his lips slowly trailing toward your core, causing you to let out soft giggles. the door suddenly bursts open, your father standing in the doorway, still in his clergy.

next thing you knew, you were in the back of your fathers car, sitting next to a suitcase as he began to lecture you.

after 3 long, gruelling months of constant praying and bible studies, you were finally back in Tulsa, Oklahoma. you never thought that you'd be so happy to see such a shithole of a town again. you missed the constant greaser vs. soc rivalry, gang fights, and even the insults that were thrown at you by the soc girls that hung around the diner.

you slammed your suitcase onto the velvet armchair that sat in the corner of your room before flopping onto your mattress.

"fuck it's hot" you sighed, ripping off your soft white dress, tossing it into the corner of your room.

"your hot." you heard a familiar deep voice say from behind you.

"jesus christ!" you shouted, turning around to see Dallas standing in the corner with his arms crossed, a big smirk plastered across his face as he admired your body.

"you okay sweetheart?" you heard your father shout.

"yup! just.. praying." you smiled as you and Dallas continued to make eye contact. Dallas let out a chuckle, one that sounded like music to your ears after not hearing it for so long.

"what are you doing here?" you whispered, walking over to him. his hands quickly found their way to your waist, his fingers toying with the lace that lined your panties. "how'd you know I got back?"

"I've been counting the days." he smiled, kissing your neck softly. "I missed you."

"baby if my father finds you here, your done."

"then i'll confess" he shrugged, making you giggle. "what?, is it against the lord to see my beautiful girlfriend?"

"it's against the lord to trespass. it's also against the law."

"you know I don't do laws." he smiled before slowly walking you over to your mattress, laying you down onto the floral cotton sheets below. "I'll do you though"

"your an animal, Dal." Dally began to softly kiss you, his hands rubbing the plush skin of your thighs. he settles himself between your legs, his st. christopher dangling over you, the cold metal brushing against your hot skin.

"honey!" your father yelled from the bottom of the stairs. your heart stopped, dally and you looking at one another in fear as you heard footsteps making their way closer up the stairs before stopping halfway. "i'm going over to Mrs. Porters house for prayer! i'll see you' later! and if I come home to find that hoodlum in my house again you'll be gone for a year!"

"yes daddy!" you shout back downstairs, Dally smirking. the front door shuts and you immediately lean in to begin kissing him again before he pulls away, stopping you.

"daddy?"

"oh shut up and fuck me." you tell him before pulling him in by his chain, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

"yes ma'am" he said into the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

you slipped your fingers through his brown tufts, tugging slightly at the roots, causing him to groan into your mouth. "god I missed you. I missed this sexy little body. I missed how sweet you taste. I missed all of you" Dally whispers into your ear before sitting up, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. you raked your nails down his stomach, creating goosebumps down his spine.

he licked his lips as he looked down at you, the life sight in front of him hardening the bulge in his pants. your hair was sprawled out onto the bed, your matching white set blending in with the sheets below, your cross necklace sitting perfectly over your collarbone. "fuck your gorgeous."

you bit your lip at the compliment, turning your face to the side to hide your flushed expression. he placed his finger on the side of your cheek, pulling your face back toward him. he placed soft kisses all over your cheeks and forehead before making his way down your body. "I wanna taste you." Dally whispers, leaving opened mouth kisses upon your inner thighs. the last time you were both in this position, it ended in you being sent away— but now, you two could finish what you started.

he hooked his fingers onto the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and tossing them to the side. he spread your legs apart, revealing your soaked folds. his eyes looked up at you with a mix of innocence and lust. just as he was about to place his mouth where you needed him most, he pulled away, clasping his hands into a prayer pose. you laughed, slapping him playfully.

"what? a man can't pray before eating. I thought that's what y'all christian's did?"

before you could response, his tongue was eating you out like a man starved. your hand flew to his hair, the other gripping the sheets as you let out loud and desperate moans. "fuck.. yes...." you gasped, biting your lower lip.

your reactions only spurred him on, his technique growing more aggressive yet passionate. he groaned into your pussy as you tugged harshly on his hair, sending vibrations throughout your core. "fuck! do that again!" he obeyed, humming into your clit as he sucked harshly, bringing you closer to the edge. "fuck.. i'm gonna cum!"

"do it sweetheart, cum on my face." and you did, letting out a pornographic moan as you came, your liquids dripping down his chin as he raised himself back up, climbing on top of you.

you two began kissing again, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. he reached behind your back, unclipping your bra as you unzipped his jeans, both of you pulling off each article. he pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard dick that you missed the feeling of.

"this okay?" he asked, you humming in response. he stroked himself a few times before lining up with your soaked hole, slowly pushing himself in, inch by inch. "fuck.. I missed this pretty little pussy. my pretty little pussy"

he began moving at a slower pace, allowing you to adjust to his length after not being filled with it for so long. he grabbed your thigh with one hand, his other holding your face as you both maintained eye contact as he fucked himself into you. "shit.." you whimpered, staring into his dark eyes.

the moment was so intimate. your sweaty bodies were pressed against one another, practically becoming one. his breath fanned over your neck as he hid his face into your shoulder, his grip on your thigh tightening as he could feel the both of you growing closer to your peak. you wrapped both of your legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper than before, your body exuding a loud moan. "there we go" Dally praised as his thrusts became faster and harder, making you grow louder and louder. "you're such a good girl baby.. such a good girl. taking me so well. you always fit me so perfectly don't ya'?"

you couldn't respond, you only nodded at his words as you felt yourself growing closer to climax. "i'm gon- cum-" you sobbed, tears in your eyes as he continued to hit that one sweet spot within your womb.

"yeah? you gonna cum baby?" he whispered almost sympathetically, giving you the dark doe eyes that you loved oh so much about him, especially during times like this. "cum for me"

and you did, finishing with a loud moan of his name. "i'm so close, where do you want me?"

"inside.. I want you to fill me up" you muttered, Dally's eyes widening. "it's okay. i'm on the pill." you reassured him, sending a wave of relief over him. you pressed kisses against the skin of his neck as he came inside of you, shooting thick ropes into you.

"fuck.." he said breathlessly on top of you, kissing your chest that was still glistening with sweat. "I missed you so bad baby, you have no idea"

"I missed you too.." you smiled before passionately kissing him, your hand cupping his jaw.

"now let's get cleaned up huh?" he says, moving to get off of you before being stopped. you both look down to see your necklaces caught in one another, your cross laying on top of his st. christopher pendant. you both chuckled as your fingers brushed against one another, slowly untangling the jewellery.

Dally laid a peck on your cheek before scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom.