Dally x quiet/shy-ish reader. He doesn't like Y/N very much. When he decides to go to her house unannounced he catches her doing something personal. This brings them closer, maybe they'll end up liking each other after all?
I take a sip of the cola in my hand. The fizz was stronger than I expected which made my face twist.
When Dally saw my face cringe he laughed. "How's this girl gonna drink liquor if she can't even handle a coke." He scoffed.
"Leave her alone Dal." Soda says. He pats my back before handing a wrench to Steve.
We're all on the front porch of the house talking and hanging out while Steve and Soda are fixing Dal's car. I'm friends with everyone here except him. So when I heard that he was coming over it took all the strength in me to walk over and put a tough face on.
It's just that Dally picks on me often. But who doesn't he pick on honestly? I know, I know. I'm being too sensitive. I already knew the gang included him and I was very aware that he was a mean greaser. But couldn't he just tone down the teasing for just one second?
An hour passes and much to my delight Dally actually starts talking about something else and forgets all about pestering me. Thirty minutes or so passes.
"Alrighty the cars fixed up now." Steve breathes out while exiting beneath the car.
"Thanks toothy." Dally slaps him on the back after throwing him a towel. "Wipe yourself you're sweatin everywhere. Didn't know you wash cars too."
Such a nice guy. Twobit chuckles like crazy. Steve gives a sarcastic "ha ha".
I walk inside the house to grab my bag. As I'm about to step out I hear my name. I see the boys surround the car listening to Dally talk. I hide behind the wall and eavesdrop on them.
"...I just don't get it. She's a weirdo. Barely even talks to me. Why does she hang out with us again?"
"Met Pony at school, works at the DX with Steve and Soda. Also lives on the same street as Johnny. She's preeetty aquatinted with the gang Dal." Twobit points out.
"Yeah she's nice and keeps these nut jobs outta trouble." Darry chimes in and messes up Soda and Pony's hair.
Soda giggles and Pony pouts. "I mean she's real nice Dal. Whatcha got against against her? Thought you'd love havin a girl in the gang." Soda asks.
"I don't know. Coulda picked a prettier broad is all I'm saying." Dally claimed.
"Fucking asshole." I grit my teeth. My eyes water up, but I refuse to let any tears fall. I grab my bag and walk out.
"Hey guys I'm gonna head out." I yell. I want to get the fuck out of here so I walk quickly.
"Want me to walk ya?" Johnny offers.
"Aren't you spending the night here? I don't want you to have to walk back. Don't worry about it I'll be fine."
With that I say goodbye as do they. Besides Dally. He just puffs his cigarette away.
The front gate closes and she's gone.
"The hell was that?" Johnny nagged at me. What's up is ass?
"The hell was what?" I sighed. I played with the cigarette between my fingers.
"She left pretty early. She usually stays longer. Think she's alright?" Darry asks.
"She looked like she was about to cry! Probably heard us talkin!" Pony cried.
So what?! Like I give a damn. They shoulda picked a tougher chick to be around then. She's one of those touchy types. Always quiet and just stares. But for some reason the group takes her side! They all look at me with disappointment as if I'm a fucking child.
"What?!" I snap, throwing my cigarette bud on the ground.
Johnny softens his look. "You should apologize. You really hurt her feelings. An-and we like the gir-"
"I ain't saying shit to her. Y'all can go jack each other off now, see ya later." I snarled.
I wave em off and drive into the street on full speed. Those guys ruined my buzz. If they said just one more thing to piss me off I swear I'd lose my shit. I run my hand through my hair before lighting another smoke. What was so great about little miss Y/N anyways? The silent, no-speaking, tensed up Y/N? Speak of the devil!
I hit the brakes a little too fast that I jolt. Can you just imagine all the tickets my broke ass would have to pay if the cops were here?My reckless driving was infamous in this neighborhood. Anyways, I recognized the street I was on. I look at the houses. Johnny's was the one right beside my car. "Lives on the same street as Johnny."
I should pay her a visit. Now... I could either scare her so she'll want to leave the gang or make amends and apologize. Hmmmm.
I slammed my door shut and jumped into bed. I wanted to scream. He's such a pain!! I need to de-stress. I fan myself since the small breeze through the window wasn't any help. The summer heat was killer. I shrug off my shirt, but it wasn't enough. Since I'm in the comfort of my own home there's nothing wrong with walking around in my underwear. I reach the top of my skirt and move it down. My eyes widen. It only just occurred to me.
When was the last time I've touched myself?
Need to de-stress huh? I sigh in relaxation as I sneak my hand inside my skirt, lightly drawing patterns on the fabric of my panties. The feel of it excites me. I slide my panties down my legs and kick them off to the side. I flip my skirt up then delicately rub between my folds. With one hand massaging my breast I moan softly.
I run my fingers up and down at a teasingly slow pace becoming wetter each time. My mouth is left opened and my head rests on my pillow. My finger circles my clit repeatedly fast.
I dip two fingers inside and out. Repressed moans leave my mouth for fear of neighbors listening to me. Rumor would spread so fast: the only time the quiet girl hollers is when she masturbates. Yeah... do not want that.
Images of my past crushes, hot celebrity actors run through my mind. Then there was the gang. No! They're just friends! Sadly, thinking of them made me think about him. Dallas Winston, the bastard that gave me the stress in the first place. Dallas, there's something about that bad boy. The smirking, his body, his hair, that face...
"Ahh!" I rub myself rapidly. I was so close. My orgasm was on the very edge. The sound of wet skin smacking filled the room. Weirdly enough it was becoming very loud almost as if it were clapping. That's impossible, what?! Clapping followed by a low chuckle. My head swings to see the fucker himself.
Dallas Winston was in my goddamn room at this moment. Seemed like he was enjoying the show. He crouched down to take in the sight of me.
"Damn doll." He whistles.
I chuck my pillow at him hard. He catches it. I continue by throwing another pillow. After throwing everything near me he catches each object with ease. Shit.
"What do you want? Why are you even here?!"
"Thought I'd pop by and say hi." He says calmly as he takes a seat on a chair. "Maybe apologize." He mumbled and looks away.
I stand there bewildered. My eyes narrow at him. I cross my arms to cover my naked chest.
"But I guess I don't need to. Seems like you forgave me already." He turns to face me.
"What makes you think I did." I scold.
"Well you moaned my name sweetheart. I think I did you a good favor." He smiled.
I might've slipped his name when I was thinking about him. Oh no. "You need to leave." I walk past him to open the door, but he closes it shut.
"You didn't finish." As I'm about speak he slams his lips onto mine. He slips his tongue in and makes out with me. I push him away.
"You didn't get to cum did you?" He asks. His hands run down my thighs.
I blush, looking away. "Just go Dal." He stays in place.
"I know I'm a real jackass Y/N. If I were you I'd hate me too. Especially since I came at a time like this." He whispers, still running his hands on me. The longer his hands rested there the more I wanted him to stay.
"Can I see?" he suddenly asked. I shudder. See what? I wonder. Then unexpectedly he holds the hem of my skirt and lifts it up. He stares in awe. I close my legs shyly. He parts them and plant kisses everywhere. He stands and sweeps me up. We fall on to the bed with a bounce. I grab his chin and kiss him. His hand sneaks between my thighs again.
"You did the first part for me babe." He licks my juices on his fingers. He holds his length in one hand and grabs mine with the other. Indicating he wanted me to touch him. I smear the pre cum with my thumb before pumping my hand on his dick. He curses out while moaning. I don't stop until he's fully erect.
He lowers his body on top of me after ripping my skirt off. He finds my entrance and pushes himself inside inch by inch. He eases out slowly then rams in. I gasp.
"So tight." He grits. Just starting and already his hips are racing. We're breathless. He holds my hands down so I don't cover my mouth. He leans in the crook of my neck.
"I know you ain't scared to say my name Y/N. You've moaned it just earlier, come on baby..."
"That's it doll." He grunts going deeper.
My head falls back and my whispers soon turn into cries. I was screaming his name over and over again. He groaned mine which sparked my orgasm. I warned him that I was about to cum. My pussy clasped tighter around him. He holds my legs up and with deep, rough thrusts we both climax, letting out loud moans and his name from my mouth. Dally collapses on top of me still riding out the orgasm slowly. He spurts the last of his seed.
We lay there wrapped up in the sheets since the cold came out at night. His body presses against mine. I wonder if Dally has ever stayed the night with a girl before. I always took him to be a finish and leave type of guy.
"What's wrong baby?" He asks.
"A few hours ago you called me an ugly broad. Now I'm baby? Is it just cause we had sex?" I question honestly.
He takes in a deep breathe whilst looking up at the ceiling. "Ya know like I said: I'm a jack ass. It's true. I push people down it's what I do. You caught me on a shitty day. I just got into another fight with Tim and this time it might be serious and- Shit. I guess I took it out on you. You never talk to me so I felt that you hated me and so I wanted to hate you."
I am stunned. He was venting in a way, and he was talking to ME. Talking not teasing for once. He seemed sensitive almost.
"Oh yeah and the "baby" thing. It's outta habit. I only call the sweet girls I hook up with that. Or ya know if I can't remember their names."
I chuckle, I doubt he knows any of their names.
I rub his chest, forgetting that he was a rough greaser who might not like affection, but surprisingly he savored the touch.
"Can uh, can we keep doing this." He gestures with his hand.
I internally screamed. Reoccurring sex that's amazing? Fuck buddies for life? Possible boyfriend? Soulmate even? Calm down Y/N! Play it cool for once, christ. One step at a time.
"Only if you stop being an asshole to me." I conditioned.
"It's a deal sweetie." He smiled.
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