#exgf!reader

if it had been any other girl or any other circumstance period, he would’ve said no. but something about the way dallas could hear your voice cracking- he could perfectly picture the tears welling, threatening to ruin your big, batty, faux lashes. it was just enough to make him pity you. so, dallas found himself shrugging on a tank top and driving all the way to some crappy diner. all for you.

you stood outside the crappy dinner, arms crossed and goosebumps galore on your soft skin. as dallas rolled up, parking right beside you as he leaned over to open the janky door for you. he fought back a grin as you sat down.

maybe it was from seeing you desperate and back to him, after all the shit you talked when you broke up with him. maybe it was from seeing you in your little strapless black dress. the same dress he vividly recalled taking off of you, the same fabric he had nearly torn from desperation too many times to count.

“what? new boyfriend not have his license or somethin’?” dallas murmured, grabbing a pack of kool’s out of the glovebox.

dallas leaned the pack over to you, gesturing for you to take one. it was almost enough to make you smile, nostalgia taking over.

“said he didn’t have enough gas to drive me home and back to his.” you whispered, practically getting second hand embarrassment from the boy’s words.

dallas’ deep chuckle, voice raspy from sleep made you wet as you looked over at him. something about him was so pretty in that moment. hair tousled from sleeping, tired eyes, and the way moonlight illuminated his muscles perfectly. it almost made you miss him.

almost.

as dallas was about to put the car back in drive, he paused. blinking, he stared at your skin, soft and covered in goosebumps. the sight of your thighs, barely covered from your mini dress, pressed tight together. he looked away quickly, before he got a very obvious bulge in his grey sweats.

“why’d you forget a coat? gonna freeze to death in that lil’ dress.” dallas grumbled, leaning back to grab his brown leather jacket from the backseat.

“sorry…”

before putting the car in drive, he tossed you the jacket. the gentle smell of his cologne, aftershave, and cigarette smoke lingered on the jacket. it would’ve smelled terrible to just about anybody else. but not you.

it was awkward, really. sitting in a car with your ex boyfriend, tears dripping down your chin and onto your chest because your new date went terrible.

“why’re you crying over that fuckin’ loser, doll?” the nickname rolled off his tongue so effortlessly, and it slightly stung hearing it again.

“you don’t even know him, dally.” you looked over at him, almost grinning at his demeanor.

dallas paused for a moment, eyes peering at you before focusing back on the road.

“course i do.” he hummed. “y’think people don’t tell me shit?”

the car went back into the terrible silence, tension thick in the air. when dallas stops the car, offering to take you back to his place, you say yes. despite everything in your brain telling you not to.

it’s no surprise to either of you when you end up in his bed, bent over with your thong around your knees as he ruts into you from the back. dallas’ thrusts were making you dizzy with pleasure, and it reminded you why you stayed with him for so long.

after you both finish he holds you in his arms while talking shit about the guy you saw earlier in the evening.

nobody could ever love you again. at least, not how dally did.

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