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Californian sun—something you had never experienced before—an absolute dream. What was even better were the nights. The warm, loud, nights. Nothing like where you were from. 

Tonight could only be described with the pounding bass of some girl’s radio, and the distant cheering of boys chugging whatever liquor they could get their hands on. The last day of summer break before everyone’s regular lives hit them like a brick.

But there you stood, awkwardly awaiting ANYBODY to talk to you besides the limited interactions you had with the girl who invited you. All you really knew was her name, (Jess) and that was it. You looked around the dimly lit beach, the sand only really illuminated from the couple of bonfires that the party-goers had started, however most of the fat kids that were too busy roasting sausages to care about partying, were blocking the light. Through the shadowed silhouettes, your gaze fell upon the loudest group at the event; 5 idiots, somehow responsible for 100 people’s worth of noise, all wearing leather jackets with some big snake patches on them. You eyes clung on to one of the members in the group in particular, a shorter boy with what seemed to be badly bleached blond hair that was almost as short as his height. He was swilling down beers like they were water, laughing in the face of his friends who couldn’t keep up. He was the exact opposite of the ideal man. 

Jess noticed your little space out. “Hello? What are you staring at?” She leaned down next to you, following your eyes, noticing the 5 boys. “Oh, HELL no, Y/N. No fuckin’ way.” She forcefully grabbed your shoulders, spinning you in the opposite direction from the group.

“Whaaaaat?” You whined. “Anyone but him. I’m telling you. I’ve heard some nasty stuff about him.” “I don’t even know his name, cmon.” “Let’s keep it that way, shall we?” You didn’t understand it at first, why she was being so weird about it. I mean, sure, he seemed like an obnoxious guy, and maybe a total dick, but what was the worst he could do? In reality, girls like you were always warned to stay away from guys like him. Every girl at the school that crossed paths with him had some sort of story to tell, but for some reason you just couldn't shake the ever increasing attraction you had to him. It was eating you alive.

You sighed as you silently agreed with her, reluctantly trying to focus on the party and making other friends in your mental stability bracket rather than focusing on a guy who looked like he’d hit his girlfriend. But as the party went on, you only started to notice him more and more, and you caught yourself staring a hell of a lot more than you should’ve.

During one of your 10 minute intervals of cycled looking, looking away, looking back, yearning, repeating, the boy’s glare fell heavy onto yours as you locked in a stare.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see them talking in the distance, the boy whispered something to the other blond next to him.

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“You know who that is?” Dutch whispered to Johnny, his eyes not leaving your figure for a moment.

“Never seen her. She must be new.” He responded. “Must be, I wouldn’t forget a body like that.”

“God, Dutch, keep it in your pants.” He scoffed as he nudged Dutch in the stomach.

Dutch swatted Johnny’s hand away and rolled his eyes. “Hard to when she keeps starin’ at me like that, man.”

“Well, you gonna go talk to her?” “You know what? Yeah. I will.”

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You couldn’t hear a word they were saying, only faintly seeing knowing glances, the shadow of both boy’s faces when they hid behind each other's neck to whisper more unintelligent, drowned out nonsense, until all of a sudden, your little salient crush was walking right over.

Jess noticed, trying desperately to purposely get in his way, but to no avail, the boy stood right in front of you.

“Lookin’ for something, sweetheart?” He smirked. Gosh, he was even more obnoxious up close. He reeked of beer and you could literally see his roots growing in. WHAT about him was hot exactly? You had no idea.

“Not lookin’ for anything. Well, besides the exit now.” You simply stated.

“Yeah, I couldn’t tell with the way your eyes have been glued to me this whole night.” His smirk grew bigger as he noticed your uncomfortably slight change in demeanor. “You think I didn’t notice?”

“Look, Dutch, she’s not interested.” Jess stepped in firmly, attempting to stand between the two of you.

He shot a glare at her, lightly pushing her out of the way and stepping closer to you menacingly. “Stay out of it, Jess. This is between me and… uh…” 

You paused for a moment before finally speaking up. “Y/N.”

Jess facepalmed rather comically. “This girl.” she thought. “There’s no savin’ her now.”

“Y/N,” He repeated, letting your name linger in his head. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Tell me, why bother hanging out with these nerds? I’ll introduce you to my friends. We’ll show you a good time, ya know what I mean?” He smiled smugly as his hand moved to grab your wrist. The cheesiness of his words was enough to put you in a coma, you had not a fucking clue what was drawing you into him so badly, but whatever it was, it worked. His grip only grew tighter as you started to show signs of dissent. “Cmonnnnn, you’re gonna tease me all night by staring and not even TRY to make a move? Maybe I shouldn't bother with some lame girl like you.” He shrugged as he let go of your wrist, daring to turn back and forget all about you.

You couldn’t sit back and watch yourself fumble. “Wait-” You abruptly shot out.

He turned around again, that stupid grin never ceasing to exist.

Jess’s jaw dropped in pure disbelief and frustration as she saw you mouth the words “I’m sorry!” before you finally left with him, as if you had just murdered her whole family.

“Atta girl.”

The two of you walked over to the group of boys who are now all whistling at the sight of Dutch’s arm slung around your shoulder, holding you a little too close for comfort.

“Guys, meet Y/N, Y/N, meet the guys, Johnny, Jimmy, Bobby, and Tommy.”

Ironically, the matching suffixes in all of their names was the most Californian thing you’d heard that week.

Bobby extended his hand to greet you, smiling at you warmly. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You shook his hand awkwardly and smiled back.

“Say, Dutch, looks like you caught a nice one. Mind sharing?” Johnny said as the rest of the boys burst into laughter. “Okay, enough with the friendliness. She’s off limits.” Dutch chuckled. Though his voice was lighthearted, you could see in his eyes he was getting pissed off.

“Man, you’re no fun.” “So, Y/N, where’re ya from?” Tommy asked, glancing down at you as he took a sip from his almost empty beer.

“The East Coast.” You said, trying to be as vague as possible.

Dutch pondered that for a moment. “Explains the accent, you’re clearly not from around here.”

About half an hour into meeting the boys, and you all sat at a picnic table on the sand a little further away from the rest of the party as you learned about all the insane things they would get up to during the summer.

Dutch didn’t speak much. His hand was stationary on your hip, every so often pulling you closer to him. During your conversations, his eyes continued to roam up and down your body, eyeing over your bathing suit that continued to stay without a drop of water on it for the rest of the night, and he couldn’t help but wish that the x-ray goggles he had seen in sci-fi movies existed in real life. 

“Dutch?” Bobby called out. Dutch snapped out of his trance, looking back up to Bobby “What?” He snapped—and honestly, he didn’t mean to sound so snarky. He was far too fixated to notice his tone.

“We were about to tell Y/N about the time you got suspended from school for cussing the principal out. Figured you’d tell it best.”

He scoffed, as if it wasn’t really that paramount of a tale. “Which time?”

“Remember? ‘83? You were caught drinking in the bathroom stall! Don’t make me spell it out, man!”

“Fuck… yeah, I remember that.” He shrugged. “Crazy…” Dutch trailed off, his eyes diverting back to your body, never leaving.

“Could you not eyefuck Y/N for a minute, dude?” Johnny mocked as he furrowed his brows.

“Shut up. You’re all just jealous.” He retorted, still, refusing to look away.

Unbeknownst to Dutch, the rest of the boys were all whispering to each other, holding back laughter, as if you weren’t right in front of all of them. You could pretty much hear their little plan, and suddenly your heart was beating just a little faster than it would've been otherwise. Why? Couldn’t tell ya.

Tommy was the first of them to stand up. “Heyyy, Dutch, we’re gonna go uh… grab a few drinks.” He chuckled. 

The rest of the boys stood up with him, playing along. (albeit, poorly.)

“Alright…” Dutch said with a raise of his eyebrow “Could one of you get me another beer? I feel like I’m 3 weeks sober already.” 

“You got it, boss. Try not to get too busy while we’re gone.” Bobby laughed. 3 other laughs followed shortly after as they faded into the distance. They knew what they were doing, and they were pretty dogshit at hiding it.

Dutch shook his head as his eyes fell off your body and sprung back to your face. “They piss me off so bad sometimes.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, subtly taking in the scent of booze. “Johnny had a point, you know.” “What do you mean?” He questioned, gently pulling your head back to face him.

“You think I was staring? You’ve been watching me like a hawk this whole time. And you haven’t exactly been making eye contact.”

Dutch laughed, as if it was supposed to be blatantly obvious what he was doing. “Well no shit, want me to take you right here in front of everyone? I was just waiting for the right time.”

Your tongue traced your bottom lip nervously at such blunt words. DID you want him to take you right there? Don’t be ridiculous.

“And when’s the right time, then?” You questioned, trying to sound smarter than you were terrified. Obviously you failed, Dutch could practically smell your timidness like a shark smelling your blood.

“Well, when I finally get you alone.” He smirked. No one in sight, and a warm hand slowly finding your thigh and making its agonisingly slow descent up it, while another held your chin to face him. What would Jess think? She was gonna kill you when she found out. “You see anyone around, princess?” 

You wished you could tell what was going on in your own head, let alone his. Too much distant background noise, too many thoughts, the new eye contact between the two of you just a little too intense. 

Keep it simple, stupid. At least, that’s what you remembered your friend telling you once when you kissed a boy for the first time.

Dutch wouldn’t admit it, but the way you were looking at him was driving him crazy, like a feral cat scratching at the walls. The way you had to tilt your head up just a little to look at him, the way your eyes were glossy and shining, pupils blown out, the slight pout playing on your lips as you sat there, fear and arousal radiating off your body. And, god, the way your hand was just half an inch from his. What a stupid thing to get wound up over, but the ALMOST touch was killing him. 

You could hear his slightly ragged breath hitching in his throat the more you looked at him, and you weren’t even aware of the effect you had on him until he was suddenly leaning in. And not a slow, gradual, romantic lean down. It was desperate, and it was quick. It was NEEDY. It was like if he didn’t do it now, he was gonna die in a second. 

His lips weren’t exactly soft, in fact, far from it, and neither was his kiss. His hands finally wandered up and down your body, pulling you in closer as you whined in between kisses, letting his tongue slide into your mouth. Dutch held your waist tightly, his grip strong enough to bruise. He pulled you into his lap as the kiss broke, trailing his lips down your neck, it felt as though his mouth never lacked contact with your skin as they slowly made their way down to your chest. 

“Dutch-” You began to say.

“Shhh… just stay like this for a second.” He said, rather softly and quite out of character.

“No- look.” You insisted, turning his head back towards the party. He looked around for a few seconds before he noticed his stupid friends watching them and laughing. 

“Fuck them.”

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Dutch led you to his car, a car you could only describe as something you’d see in some raunchy porno. Sporty, tinted windows, convertible, a bright red paint job, and right now, the doors LOCKED. 

In the backseat, you had him straddled underneath you, your hips grinding against his lap as you continued to make out, rather unrhythmically and classy, but neither of you gave a shit anymore. He bucked his hips up into you, the lack of friction making him crazy. “Y/N…” He panted. “Cmon…” “What is it?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

Silence.

“Need you.” He mumbled.

“Say it again…” Dutch looked at you incredulously and slack jawed. He grabbed your chin, pulling you closer to him til you could feel his heavy breath against you. “You think you’re in a position to be making demands?”

Technically you were…

“Well-” You started, but was soon cut off. He smiled as he interrupted you. “That’s not how this works, baby. You might be on top of me, but you’re certainly not in charge here. Got it?” You stared at him blankly, pondering whether you continued to push your luck and try to take control, or whether you just adhered to him and let him take you. 

You relaxed your shoulders, letting the remaining power you had over him slip away. “Fine.” was all the approval he needed to take charge again, though he kept you in his lap, enjoying the view of being eye to tit level with you. That was really the only reason, really, you were sure he would’ve just had you on all fours with your wrists behind your back otherwise. 

“That’s a good girl. Now, let’s get these off.” He smirked as he hooked his finger around the waistband of your bikini. You slid both pieces of your bathing suit off, tossing them on the car floor impatiently. Dutch’s eyes widened as he took in your naked form, his eyes racing up and down rapidly. “God, you’re fucking hotter than I imagined.” “Are you saying that you were imagining it?” You teased.

Dutch cocked his head to the side, confused for a second. “Was that not obvious? Ever since I first noticed you staring at me. I practically had to stop myself from kissing you right then and there.”

You sighed at his words, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, giggling against his skin. Dutch scoffed as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, gently, but still firmly, pulling you back up to look at him. “Can’t hide now, baby.” You continued to grind down against Dutch’s crotch, earing you a strangled moan escaping his mouth. “You’re killing me here, Y/N.”

Well, you might as well do him some justice now, it’s only fair.

You giggled as your hands traveled down his body, making their way to his tight jeans, (now made tighter just by you being in the position you were) and you began to unzip them, pulling them down and letting them sit just at his knees—there was no time or energy to waste on trying to take them off completely anyway.

Dutch, now left in just his shirt and boxers, groaned as he felt your hand palm his clothed dick, thoughts of what he was gonna do to you when he could finally control himself. “You’re enjoying yourself a little too much.” He groaned. Fed up, he pushed your hand away, quickly yanking down his boxers by himself and letting his cock spring free, seeing as you weren’t gonna do it anytime soon. 

You rolled your eyes at his impatience, stroking him slowly as he arched into your touch. You yourself were growing impatient, the heat between your legs only getting harder and harder to ignore, but you wanted to keep teasing him so badly.

“I know you want me, Y/N, don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.” “But I like teasing you.” You responded.

“And I’d like to be fucking you right now, but you don’t see me complaining.”

“You are complaining thou-”

Suddenly, Dutch sat up, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to face him. “Talk back one more time, see what happens.”

You didn’t say anything.

“Nothing to say now? But you were so bold a minute ago?” Dutch’s hands drifted up and down your waist, finally landing under your ass to hold you up, making you hover above his dick. “Gonna be a good girl and ride me, baby?” He purred. His voice was like silk when he would quiet down, when he wasn’t so busy yelling at everyone who looked at him wrong. He knew damn well you would do anything for him, you were just being stubborn. 

At some point during your sulking and brattiness, Dutch had had enough. He wasn’t exactly known for being a patient man, and this didn’t make up for it. Hands still on your ass, he slammed you down onto his dick without warning, grinning at the sound of your gasp and pained moan as your pussy tried to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck… so tight… there you go, see? You’re already taking me so well…” He whispered, trying to hold back his own moans. 

You rested your head against his shoulder, though any movement just made your stomach muscles contract even more, intensifying the already overwhelming feeling of him being inside you. 

Dutch gripped the car door sill behind him with one hand tightly as he began to fuck up into you, causing you to whine, his other hand tugging at your hair again, pulling you off his shoulder so he could get a proper look at the girl he was fucking senseless. “Cmon, princess, you can do better than that. Ride me like you fuckin mean it.”

You nodded, words completely failing you as you started to move, both his and yours hips moving in sync with each other. Inaudible strings of praise fell from Dutch’s lips as he continued to pound you from underneath, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your moans only got louder when he started to kiss down your aching body, sucking hickeys onto your skin wherever he could, and whenever he figured people could see them, which included right on your neck and collarbones. He groaned at the site of you, all fucked out and marked up by him. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy bruises with those all over your neck. Now everyone can see who made you feel so good tonight, huh? You’d like that?” 

“Y-yeah-” Was all you could get out.

“You’re such a little slut you know that? Letting me mark you in the most visible places. It’s like you want people to know.” Dutch continued to leave open mouthed kisses along your skin, taking one of your tits into his hand and toying with the nipple as he sucked another hickey onto the other side of your chest. He was such a bastard, he knew what he was doing. And god did it feel good.

Dutch’s dick twitched as he felt your walls clench around him, signalling your inevitable orgasm. “You close, baby? Huh?”

You nodded once again.

“Say it, tell me how good you feel.” You swallowed the rest of your pride as you cried out. “S-so close, Dutch! Fuck!” 

“Good girl, cmon, cum for me.” He cooed. You gasped as you felt his hand reach your clit, his thumb circling it faster than he was fucking you. The stimulation became too much to handle as your body started to tremble against him. “Easy there, don’t fall off.” He mocked, his free hand guiding your movements from behind your back, tracing lines up your spine, causing you to shiver. 

The rhythm became erratic and unpredictable as you both neared your peaks, but he was determined to make you cum first. No way was he gonna let a girl make him cum so quick just by riding him, it was already embarrassing enough that his preferred position was having a girl on top of him. 

He kept the rough pace as stable as he could, the sounds of risqué moans filling the backseat of his car, he couldn't help but wonder if bypassers could hear you. Not that he cared about getting caught, he just didn’t feel like sharing.

Finally, you felt the familiar knot in your stomach unravel as your orgasm crashed over you. You, once again, hid your face against Dutch’s shoulder, only this time, he didn’t pull you back, instead enjoying the sounds of your moans right in his ear, and your pants tickling the hair on the back of his neck.

Dutch continued to fuck you, even when you had no energy left to move yourself, prolonging your orgasm for as long as he could before he finally finished too, letting his cum spill inside you with one last guttural moan. 

“Shit, Y/N, that was fucking perfect. You’re perfect.”

You shook in his arms as you came down from your climax, feeling hot and overstimulated. “You’re a good fuck, I’ll give you that.” 

“Just good? You wound me.” He mocked. “I’m gonna have to see you again soon, I’ll see you at school tomorrow right?” Dutch’s voice almost sounded needy when he asked, like he was worried you, a girl, the exact same age as him and living in the exact same town as him, would disappear forever.

“Course I will. At least now I’ll have someone to sit with.” You smirked as you pulled him in to kiss him again, though this time softly. Still buried inside you, Dutch moaned into your mouth. 

“Guess we have to go back there now. But I don’t really wanna face my friends after knowing that they basically planned this whole thing.” “Well, would no input from them really have made a difference anyway?” 

“No, I was gonna have you here one way or another. They just made it happen faster.”

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BOOOOO THIS FUCKING SUCKS

im so sorry.