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dalusional · 10 hours

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I’ll Be The Last To Know.

Dallas Winston x Female Reader

Angst!! ( not proofread )

Warnings: Arguing, Mature Language, Toxic Relationship.. ( i think that’s it? )

Description: Dallas and Daisy are in a relationship where all issues are never brought into discussion. Between Dallys toxic behavior and Daisys limited communication skills, their relationship can only go on for so long.

( based on the song Say Yes by Elliot Smith 🩷)

I sighed and sat on the living room sofa. The clock just rung half past 2, where could he be? It wasn’t unusual for Dallas to break his promises, it also wasnt unusual for him to break my heart. We were supposed to have a cozy night in, consisting of cuddles and binging movies with small chats about anything and everything. Surprise, surprise- he didn’t show. My heart shattered at the thought of what he could be doing at the moment besides sheltering me in his arms. Was he with another woman? Was he in a bar fight? Or worse, was he laying somewhere in an alley waiting for help? I shivered at that thought. Even if I had a good day with Dallas Winston it was always as if I had to pay it forward with another heart break. A happy day then you pay. Tears started to stream down my face, I couldnt take it anymore. I loved Dallas Winston no matter the circumstances, and I knew Dally loved me too, he just never could love me how I loved him. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the front door swing open, breaking my train of thought. There he stood right infront of me, Dallas Winston.

“Hey doll, what’re you still up for?” His oblivious chuckle at the end was how I knew tonight wouldn’t be like any of the others. How could he be so blunt about the situation? I stood up infront of him, trying to mask the large lump now present in my throat. A person can only take so much of what they’re served.

“I’m up because Im waiting for you?!” I said as if it should’ve been obvious the reason I was waiting. It should’ve been. The hint of anger lingering in my words only made him throw a smirk on that handsome face of his. I hated it. I could see confusion fill his face under that smirk of his, as if he was trying to remember what I was referring to. I gave him a look inferring “we had plans” making him nod with his mouth forming into an O shape.

“How sweet of ya doll.” He came to put his arms around me and for the first time I denied him. I denied him what he wanted, and nobody said no to Dallas Winston ever. It was an unspoken rule, nobody questioned it. Dallas Winston always got what he wanted.

He frowned at my actions and raised his brow. “Somethin buggin you sweet cheeks?”

“We need to talk Dal.” I said trying to keep my cold aura.

He kept quiet, obviously waiting for me to continue. I gulped down my nervousness and spoke. “We had plans Dal, and like before you turned them down. For what, or for who?! Don’t say you forgot, that’s all I ever hear from you and i’m sick of it! Making love won’t fix this, Ill still end up feeling like shit the morning after!”

I was shocked with myself and I could tell he was to. I was never the type to raise my voice. Dallas shoved his fists in his jean jacket, huffing down his anger. I shivered at the thought of what could come next.

“I honestly did forget. Believe me doll. Y’know I love you, y’know I do. I ain’t in the mood for this. Now come here and give me some love.” He practically scoffed out the last sentence making me tense. As if he didn’t care about my obvious state of stress. After that i felt changed around, and instead of falling down into his sick aura I stood my ground.

“You really don’t care do ya? You barely listened to what I said? Don’t you get it? I can’t do this anymore!” I practically screamed at him causing him to widen his eyes. He looked around the room in disbelief, baffled even. He let out a sharp breathe as if someone punched him in the gut. I failed to realize at this moment I really hit Dallas hard.. in his heart- as if anyone were to believe that’s possible- in this moment it became clear that it was.

“Doll..” He let out in somewhat a whisper. “I.. I know you don’t mean that.”

“I do Dallas. I mean every word of it!!”

“Stop calling me that! What’s wrong in your head tonight Daisy!?”

He never called me by my name. “You! The thought of you in my head is wrong!” I screamed. Every word that escaped my lips hit him in the chest like bullets, each one killing him slowly. “I don’t deserve this Dallas and you being as straight forward as you are should know that! You treat me like shit! I don’t deserve to always be worried about you every night because you turn me down! I don’t deserve to be thrown to the side under all your other shitty decisions! This relationship is only stable because of me! This situation is fucked up!”

By this time tears were streaming down my face and my tone was cracked. I hugged myself in attempt to keep stable, but him and I both knew I wouldn’t be able too.

Dallas clenched his fists and jaw in order to prevent saying or maybe even doing something he’d regret in a short while. His breath hitched, and I watched as he turned to the wall next to him, expecting for him to punch a hole- he instead slammed his hand against it sighing roughly. His breath sounded shaky, was he about to cry?

The room fell silent besides the sounds of my quivering sobs and Dallases short breaths. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned to me, eyes red and cheeks flushed.

“Daisy.” He said in a horrid attempt to sound tuff. “I need you baby. I need you. You can’t leave me man.. I..” He looked down and leaned his head against the wall softly. “Situations get fucked up, get turned around sooner or later yknow? You’re the strongest gal I know doll, you and I are stronger than this..” That’s when for the first time, I may have even been the first person to witness it, Dallas Winston cried. His hard sobs echoed through the room, ringing through my ears like a nearby gunshot. I thought and reflected on what he said. That’s when I realized this was all a huge mistake.

“You’re right Dal.” I said with no emotion behind my words. Dallas turned to me with bloodshot eyes and a quivering lip. I know what he wanted, I know what he expected. I knew Dallas Winston to well.

“I could stay and be a fool, an exception to your rule and feel like shit the morning after. The way you treat me will never come to rest. I’m damaged bad at best. You’re saying we can overcome this Dallas but you’ve said that before. In the end, you’ll decide what you want and you know what’s sad Dal? I’ll probably be the last to know, like I always have been. So you’re right, I am a strong girl Dal, strong enough to leave you.”

The room fell silent and Dallases jaw was agap as if he just saw a ghost. He turned around slowly as his back slid down the wall. One last tear streamed down my cheek as I watched him.

It was as if Dallases life had flashed before his eyes. Did he really care for me the whole time? Maybe he just didn’t know how to show it? I don’t know, maybe it was a new feeling to him. It was as if the impulsive, troublemaking, confused, but ultimately loving Dallas Winston had gone, just his body was left.

“This is what loves all about isn’t it?” He said starring into the distance, his voice cracking and words trembling against his lips. This was it, Dallas finally understood. Dallas Winston finally understood that day what it really takes to love a person, what it really takes to last in nature. Unlike everything else Dallas had committed to, he didn’t play it cool, brushing off all taunts stating “i got it man.” Instead he sat there, trembling in his own fear- fear of the end. “Caring for a person who you love so much .. that it kills you. No one says it ill it shows.”

“And finally you’ve felt it.” I said solemnly. “Felt it to late.”

#the outsiders #dally winston #the outsiders dally #dally x reader #dallas winston #dallas the outsiders #angst #fanfic #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders imagine #dally #the outsiders oneshot #dallas winston fanfction #dallas winston fanfic

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the-fake-dallas-winston · 20 days

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Ponyboy is a

LOOOOOOSSSERRRR

#dallas winston #dallas the outsiders #the outsiders ponyboy #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy michael curtis #the outsiders dally

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annaleigh · 5 months

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Got to do a wraparound book cover for class! Took it as an opportunity to make a love letter to my 12 year old self.

#the outsiders #se hinton #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #dallas winston #illustration #book cover #artists on tumblr

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dearsnow · 3 months

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Can you do the outsiders reacting to you doing the orange peel theory (asking them to do a small task you can do yourself) I love your writing‼️

THE ORANGE PEEL THEORY

- in which you ask the greasers to complete simple, unassuming tasks that you can easily do yourself. (the outsiders x gn!reader, fluff)

a/n - this is so cute omg 😭 the orange peel theory is so trivial but it’s a very neat concept and i love writing things like this. and thank you!!

includes: johnny, ponyboy, dally, sodapop, & darry

“Oh shoot, I dropped my pencil. Could you get it for me, please, JOHNNY?”

Johnny does it without hesitation. He doesn’t question it, even though the pencil is way closer to you than to him, and he has to bend at an awkward angle to pick it up. You could ask him for almost anything and he’d try his best to do it. He lives and breathes to help you.

“Yeah, I got it.”

“Hey, PONY, can you flip this page for me? My hands are real tired.”

Ponyboy is a bit confused, considering your hands are resting on the sides of your book already. However, when he thinks about it, you might’ve hurt your hands somehow or maybe you just don’t have the energy to complete a task that is seemingly very simple. In any case, he’ll put his thoughts aside and do it for you.

“Sure. Are you okay, though?”

“DALLY, could you peel this orange?”

He snorts and asks if you can’t do it yourself while taking the orange from your hands. He throws it from hand to hand over your head, and when you reach to take it from him, he’ll pull it back and peel it. He’s not bothered by it, but he will take half of the orange for himself as compensation.

“Done. Need help peeling off anything else of yours, now?”

“Wait, SODA, would you wipe the frosting off my cheek?”

When you ask this while making a cake with him, Sodapop assumes you’re playing around. He licks it off your cheek instead then bounces away before you can berate him for being gross. He would also do pretty much anything for you in his own way- as long as you don’t get too pissed at him.

“Hah! You can’t get mad, you asked for it.”

“DARRY, can you cut my hangnail for me?”

You ask, handing him a pair of nail clippers. He’s confused, astounded, and mildly amused by your proposition. He asks you if you can’t just do it yourself, but halfway through talking to you he changes his mind and gently grabs your hand. He’ll act annoyed, but secretly he enjoys taking care of you in these little ways.

“Can’t you… fine, fine, give me the clippers.”

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imdead770 · 4 months

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I love the idea that Ponyboy over exagerrated the entire Outsiders storyline. Like

Ponyboy: Hey, this is my school paper, could you guys read it over?

Darry: Yeah, I'll give it to the others

Ponyboy: So?

Johnny: It's really good, but.. uh-

Dallas: I didn't fuckin' die? When the hell did I get shot?

Ponyboy: That one time when-

Dallas: That was a fuckin' bb-gun??

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #darry curtis

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boysborntodie · 4 months

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Details from The Outsiders you may have forgotten or missed

-Cherry doesn't appear after the hearing (her not waving Ponyboy is just a movie thing)

-Ponyboy fucking hates people with green eyes so bad and gets pissed when someone points out he also has green eyes

-Steve always combs his hair into complicated swirls

-The Greasers always play football together

-Soda is one of the only Greasers who never gets drunk

-He also doesn't smoke unless something is bothering him or he wants to look tuff

-Darry, on the other hand, never smokes because it would affect his perfect body which he is very proud of

-Darry is also proud of being smart and sensible

-Ponyboy is the heaviest smoker out of the Curtis family

-Johnny started smoking at 9 and Steve at 11

-Johnny would've run away from Tulsa if it weren't for the gang

-Soda gives killer massages

-Ponyboy's razor wasn't working while he had to dissect a frog so he just took out his knife

-Darry goes skiing with some of his old friends sometimes

-Cherry and Marcia barrel race often and are pretty good at it

-Soda used to ride in rodeos but after breaking a ligament, his dad made him quit

-Sometimes Soda and Steve let Ponyboy help them fix the cars at the DX

-Johnny is the most law-abiding of the gang, and didn't even carry a knife until the Socs jumped him

-Cherry has an older brother

-Ponyboy used to have a yeller cur dog

-Johnny's scar his from his temple to his cheekbone (it's huge and also hard to look at)

-Two-Bit is great at doing impressions

-Two-Bit often raises one eyebrow, and the gang associate the gesture with him

-Dally and the Curtis mother got along well before she died

-Ponyboy is a scarily good liar

-Ponyboy notes that while he sees Johnny as a scared puppy, he actually looks rather hardened and cold to a stranger

-Johnny's skin is lighter under his bangs

-When at the church, Johnny puts his jean jacket over Ponyboy while he went out to get groceries

-Steve, Dally and Two-Bit wouldn't have thought of buying soap at a grocery store

-Ponyboy calls himself a Pepsi addict

-Dally hardly ever cuts his hair

-Johnny loves drag races

-The Curtis Dad took the brothers out hunting often in the country

-Ponyboy has the best aim but hates shooting

-Dally heard of the old church from a cousin

-Ponyboy is the youngest person on the track team but still one of the fastest

-Darry was the closest to their dad

-Steve once called Darry 'all brawn ans no brains' which made Darry made because it reminded him of the fact he didn't go to college

-Darry will suddenly pick up a random Greasers and swings them around

-The Curtis Dad used to call Soda 'Pepsi-Cola'

-The Shepard gang and the Curtis gang have fought seriously on at least on occasion (but it's nothing compared to the rumble)

-The Curtis brothers stayed at the hospital all night for Johnny and Dally until a doctor forced them to leave

-Johnny has a clean police record

-Ponyboy chews his fingernails when nervous

-Johnny often sleeps at Two-Bit's house

-The Curtis brothers all have huge appetites

-Darry always checks Ponyboy's Math homework for mistakes

-Johnny looks like his mother; having the same black hair, dark eyes and tiny built/height

-Soda did actually try really hard to stay in school but he kept failing

-Darry and Ponyboy both enjoyed school and athletics while Soda isn't into either

-The only thing Dally did honestly was jockeying

-Johnny really good at poker (or Ponyboy is really bad)

-The only time Johnny has been confident and not scared in his life, was when rescuing the kids in the church

-Johnny actually gets hurt because he pushed Ponyboy out first of the church

-Sodapop loves attention and was good with the reporters

-Sodapop has a crazy sweet tooth

-The Curtis brothers all love chocolate

-Darry never locks the front door in case one of the gang need a place to stay

-Ponyboy once found Tim Shepard sitting on their couch reading the newspaper

-Ponyboy thinks that Two-Bit wouldn't have gone inside the church if he was there

-Two Bit wished that the one hurt was anybody but Johnny and that the gang would have still been able to get along had it been anyone else

-Darry once took an aerobatics course and taught all the Greasers everything he knew

-Soda and Two-Bit were doing aerobatics and then got arrested for disturbing the peace

-The Curtis gang are noted to be better at fighting than the Shepard gang

-Tim Shepard looked like a model from the magazines Ponyboy reads

-Ponyboy notes that sweat ran down Dally's face when Johnny died, but it was probably tears

-Cherry drives a Sting Ray

-Curly once slipped off a telephone poll and broke his arm

-Johny's a good listener and all the members of the gang often go to tell him about their day or their problems

-Johnny says in his letter that the lives of kids were worth more than his

#the outsiders #johnny cade #dallas winston #se hinton #ponyboy curtis #dally winston #sodapop curtis #darrel curtis #two bit mathews #darry curtis #cherry valance #marcia #steve randle #tim shepard #curly shepard #the greasers

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ambrozjas · 2 months

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could you do a writing where reader is just putting Dally’s hair in little pigtails and whatnot while he’s groggy and sleepy and lowk doesn’t even care anymore? i love ur writing!

you giggled as you tugged at dallas’ hair. “head up.” you told him, watching as his soft snores came to a halt when you lightly smacked his cheek. dally made a small ‘hm’ sound before his eyes fluttered open. you always wondered how he could have such voluminous lashes always out on display, you were almost envious of them.

your hands grabbed some small pink hair ties off your nightstand before tying dallas’ hair with them, grabbing two tiny pigtails with sections of dal’s hair—which was surprisingly untangled.

he let out a slight whine as you pulled the tie a little too tight, his eyes still closed but his upper lip pulling upward in a sneer at the discomfort. his head leaned back on your thighs as you whispered a quick apology but put your fingers to his eyelids and opened them up so he could see.

“do y’like them?” you asked, chuckling at the fact that dallas couldn’t even keep his eyes open.

all he responded with was a soft ‘mhm’ before his quiet snores continued and his head lolled to the side onto your legs. you stayed sat on your bed while dal was on the floor, unsure of what to do in this position until you flopped backwards after your masterpiece on dally’s hair was finished.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i tried making his hair neutral because his movie appearance and his book appearance are such opposites 😭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

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lubtubby · 14 days

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This has probably already been said but Dallas Winston is so 'Jailhouse Rock' by Elvis Presley coded

#the outsiders #dallas winston #dally winston #dallas the outsiders #dally the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders 1983

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hailpacino · 30 days

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what can i say? *twirling my hair*

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inezthefish · 1 month

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he’s been 14 for a month 😠😠

#the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders memes #inez the fish #the outsiders cast #two bit mathews #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders ponyboy #johnny cade #dallas winston #steve randle #darry curtis

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the-fake-dallas-winston · 20 days

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Im totally not the real Dallas Winston

Definitely

#dallas winston #dally winston #the outsiders dally #dallas the outsiders

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quizzicalwriter · 7 months

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dally winston x virgin!reader who asks her boyfriend dally to be her first time

Sweet Thing

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Intimacy, intimacy, intimacy.

Warnings: Smut. MDNI. Kissing, touching, fingering. Inexperienced and slightly innocent reader. Loss of virginity.

A/N: Thank you for the request!

Word Count: 2.8k (I got carried away.)

You’d always been Dallas’s favorite preoccupation, distracting him from everything else in life. The sweet thing he carted around whenever he hung around with the boys or found himself in the drunken den that was Buck’s on a Saturday night. You’d be there, propped on his lap with his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

Not that you didn’t have anything to say besides sitting there, hell, the guys loved you. You could hold your own when it came to their wit and it made you a worthy companion for Dallas in their eyes, not to mention your inexplicable ability to put up with his shit when nobody else had before - or seemingly nobody else had been given the chance.

Normally Dallas would’ve gone for girls at the drive-in, greaser girls, or any woman he could get his hands on or who could handle his banter for longer than a minute without giving him the back of their hand. You weren’t one of them, and frankly, that terrified Dallas. There was a part of him that wanted to pull away, push you away in hopes that he’d save himself the pain of heartbreak later on he’d convinced himself he’d suffer. But he always stopped himself whenever you found yourself in his arms, gazing up at him with your doe-like eyes.

It was a difficult thing, Dallas being intimate. He was born and raised in a constant battle for survival, not showing love or producing it, but you made it easy. The longer you two had been together the longer he found himself wanting to keep you close, protect you from dangers he seemed to see everywhere. The worries you once had about him leaving eventually faded, the look in his eyes as he gazed at you whenever you laid in his arms far outweighed any ill thoughts you’d suffered with.

The only way you could describe it was ardent, laced with a deep desire that you’d never seen before in his brown eyes. A deep desire that would show itself in the bounds of the night after the two of you had disappeared together, culminating in you on his lap in his bed, hips rocking together as he kissed along your throat and down onto your chest. Or with your legs wrapped loosely around his hips, him grinding into you, you whispering sweet moans into his mouth spurring him on to do more, touch you more, please you more.

Dallas never pushed, he was always understanding whenever you pulled away. Of course, he’d have to adjust himself in his jeans, but he’d quickly pull you to his chest and press delicate kisses along your face, murmuring how much you mean to him, something he didn’t dare do in front of others. That side of Dallas was for you, nobody else, so you treasured it whenever he showed it.

On one particular Saturday night in the midst of autumn, you found yourself propped up against Dallas’s side on one of the couches in Buck’s bar, legs bent up at your chest as you fiddled with frayed denim at the end of your pant leg. Dallas was in a debate with a random man, someone he seemed to know well enough to bullshit with, talking about how the two had snagged something good off a rich man’s car not too long ago.

If it hadn’t been for the incessant country music Buck played when it rounded two in the morning you’d likely have fallen asleep against Dallas, but the occasional jump of a new song kept you jerking awake, a tired pout situating itself on your features as you rested your cheek against Dallas’s shoulder.

“Looks like your miss is real tired.” The man stated, taking a long puff from his cigar before gesturing toward you with the end of it, a snicker following his words as he propped himself up against the end of his pool cue. Dallas quirked a brow, looking down at you where you were tucked into his side with a hidden smile.

“Guess she is.” He murmured, not saying anything more beyond that before moving to prop himself up straighter, hand smoothing down your back as he looked down at you. “Tired?”

You weren’t tired, tired. More so bored, the constant scent of smoke and alcohol wasn’t helping the boredom or the budding headache in the back of your skull. But knowing if you said anything other than ‘yes’ at that moment would result in another hour downstairs, you nodded, feigning a yawn as you let your eyes flutter deceptively.

Dallas caught on, but he didn’t say anything. Instead choosing to click his tongue against his teeth as he played along, shrugging as he moved to stand. “I’ll see you later, man.” He stated, causing the older man to shrug himself before dispersing off into the crowd. Dallas turned to you, helping you to your feet before leading you up the stairs.

“Lyin’ is a sin, y’know that right?” He chuckled out, quiet enough for only you to hear as he nudged open his bedroom door with the toe of his shoe, causing you to laugh yourself and avert your gaze from his as you moved into the familiar room.

“Didn’t lie.” You mumbled out, another pout crossing your lips as you kicked off your shoes, making your way to his bed. “Real tired, Dally.”

“Sure, doll.” He snickered from the corner of the room as you made yourself comfortable on the bed, the familiar metallic clang of his belt hitting the wooden floor echoing throughout the room soon after.

He moved beside you then, letting out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling your back flush with his chest. The sound of country music and clattering pool balls still echoed from downstairs, but the only thing you could bring yourself to focus on was the feeling of Dallas’s knee between your legs.

It was an innocent move, both of you slept with your legs intertwined, it felt comfortable given how small his bed was. As he shifted to get more comfortable his knee pressed harder against your clothed cunt, causing your cheeks to flush red as you choked back a whine. Dallas stiffened, breath catching in his throat as he took a moment to gauge your reaction before moving his knee again.

“Dal-“ You whined, hand moving down in between your legs as you buried your face into the pillow you two shared, his scent lingering heavily on the fabric doing nothing to quell the growing ache between your legs.

“What, doll? Feel good?” He whispered, words ghosting across the nape of your neck, causing your back to arch involuntarily as you slowly nodded. His hand smoothed down your front, bumping over the fabric of your shirt and jeans as he slowly moved to cup your sex, ever so gently applying pressure as he rocked himself against you.

You felt yourself soaking your underwear with arousal the longer he rutted against you, his fingers pressing against your cunt through your jeans as he did. A familiar sensation bloomed in your lower stomach, one that left you clenching your thighs around his palm as you tried to quell the growing ache.

“Gotta tell me what you want.” He whispered against the shell of your ear, trailing a litany of open-mouthed kisses along the curvature of your throat, pressure from his fingers increasing against your cunt. “Need to hear you say it.”

“Fuck, Dallas, just fuck me.” You whined, embarrassment over the prospect of voicing your needs soon being overweighed by the sheer need you felt for him, your hand moved to grasp at his forearm as you begged. “Please, Dal.”

That seemed to be all he needed as he moved to sit up on his knees, pressing another kiss to your jaw before pulling his shirt up and over his head. You laid there, lips parted as you watched him undress, feeling your blush spread from your cheeks to the top of your chest. You wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him - so you did. You moved to sit up, folding your legs underneath yourself as you moved to press a kiss to his lips, hands moving to cup his jaw, only pulling away when you felt that familiar pull to touch him elsewhere.

You’d seen him without a shirt, but you’d never truly been able to admire him until now. Your hands wavered over his body, fingertips dipping in between the rivets of his toned skin, along healed scars, a faint bruise that still lingered under the left side of his ribcage. Above it all you found yourself fascinated with the way his chest rose with each breath and the small freckles that lined his skin. They reminded you of the ones he’d gotten from his time in the sun that plastered themselves against his cheekbones and upper shoulders.

Dallas let you look, eyes fluttering whenever your hands would drift farther south than before. You could hear him taking in shuddering breaths, chest catching every few minutes as though he were teetering on the edge of self-control. He raised his hands then, looking to you for approval before he lifted your shirt up and over your head, bundling the soft fabric in his hands before letting it fall to the floor.

You reached your hands behind yourself, unclasping your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders until your bra collapsed into your lap, exposing your breasts to him. Dallas had seen women before, he’d seen plenty, but none of them had ever had the effect you currently had on him. He felt his throat dry, brown eyes flickering between your chest and your eyes before he moved to gently lay you back against his bed, situating himself over top of you.

“You want this?” His words were hushed as his hand drifted down over your bare stomach, slowly unbuttoning your jeans as he kept his gaze locked on your face, watching for any sign of discomfort or worry. When you responded with a nod and a quiet, “I want this.” He smiled, a soft laugh leaving him as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

You’d envisioned losing your virginity hundreds of times, a perfect encapsulation of what sex had to be painted in your mind, vivid and blaring. But this was so different, the way Dallas was so gentle, not afraid to laugh if something awkward happened, both of you sharing the pure moment of intimacy with smiles on your face. Nothing could’ve ever prepared you for it and that somehow made it all so much better.

As he slid your jeans off your legs he smiled up at you, a soft look on his face as he tossed the denim to the floor, moving back up to place another languid kiss to your lips. His hand moved between your thighs, fingers splaying against your cunt through your underwear, a groan passing his lips when he felt just how wet you’d become.

“Dallas, please-“ You begged, thighs trembling as he continued to tease you through your underwear. He relented, placing a gentle kiss to your jaw before moving to sit back up, slowly sliding your underwear down and off your body before discarding them to the floor as well.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, eyes wandering over your form laid in front of him, hands smoothing up and down your sides as he took it all in. “So fuckin’ beautiful, doll.”

You watched with bated breath as he slipped his jeans off, kicking his boxers off along with them. His length was bigger than you’d anticipated, only having felt the shape of it when you’d ground down against him during your frequent make-out sessions. As if sensing your apprehension he moved back over you, hand moving to cup your cheek as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“It won’t hurt, alright? We’ll take it slow, real slow.” He whispered, voice soothing as he helped you to wrap your legs around his hips, your heels subtly digging into the flesh of his lower back. He smiled down at you, eyes voicing a silent question if you were alright to which you quickly nodded back, a smile upon your face as well.

He braced himself on his arm, face close to yours as he slid a hand down between you, helping to guide himself inside before sliding his fingers up to slowly circle your clit. A moan left you at the feeling, leaving you clenching around his tip, the feeling causing him to bite back a grunt as he slowly began pushing in.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned out, brows screwing together as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of your welcoming cunt, pausing in his movements to give you a chance to grow used to the feeling. “Doin’ so good, baby, so good.”

You’d heard horror stories from your friends, tales of how their first time had been painful and rushed, but this felt the complete opposite. While it took you a moment to grow used to the feeling of him inside of you, it was an incredibly welcome feeling. You could feel yourself clenching down around him, his fingers circling your clit only adding to the feeling building in your stomach.

“Dal- Dal, move.” You whispered out, voice hoarse as you grasped at his shoulders, desperate for him to move. He snickered at your pleading tone, slowly pulling himself out before pushing back in, slowly and deeply fucking you as he whispered words of praise into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses against your damp skin whenever he couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him.

You could hear your wetness coating his cock with each thrust of his hips, his fingers slick against your clit. The room was filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, broken-off moans, and whispered words. Your thighs tightened against him as he adjusted himself, lifting himself a bit, unknowingly brushing against a spot within you that you’d never known existed - one that pulled a drawn-out moan from your chest.

“Yeah?” He asked through a smirk, hand moving down to cup your hip as he pushed back into you, hitting that very same spot. You could hardly think, let alone breathe as he fucked himself into you, fingers working at your clit as he angled himself to hit that spot over, and over. “Taking me so good, doll.” He grunted out, grip tightening on your hip as he picked up his pace.

Your hand shot down to his wrist as he continued toying with your clit, eyes fluttering shut as you felt your orgasm building to its peak in your lower stomach, the feeling causing you to rock your hips in tandem with his thrusts. The look on your face was enough to make him groan, his hand moving from your hip to your jaw as he tilted your face to look at him.

“Look at me when you cum on my cock, baby.” He murmured, voice soft yet authoritative as he slammed into you. As soon as you opened your eyes he moved his hand, pressing it against your lower stomach as he continued fucking himself into you. It felt as though he were pushing you down onto him, that spot that nearly blinded you with pleasure constantly being rutted against by his cock.

All you could muster was a weak, “F-fuck,” as you came undone, back arching off the bed as you whined out his name. He didn’t stop, stifling a groan at the way you writhed beneath him as he felt his orgasm building. Once you started swatting at his fingers that still circled your clit he moved his hand, choosing to grab the other side of your hip, effectively propping you up against him as he fucked you.

The pace was near brutal, moans forced from your body as your breasts bounced with each thrust. You couldn’t focus, still reeling from your last orgasm as he continued fucking you into oversensitivity-fueled bliss. You could feel his thumbs pressing into your hipbones, short curses slipping past his lips.

“Gonna cum, baby.” He grunted, pulling out of you a second later, spilling his cum across your lower stomach. His chest heaved, cheeks flushed red as he pumped himself through his orgasm. You could only watch in a haze of your own, still catching your breath as he looked up at you, that familiar crooked smile taking over his features as he moved on top of you once more.

“Did so good, doll. Real good.” He murmured against your cheek, pressing a kiss to your skin between each sentence. “You feel alright? Need me to get you something?” He asked after a moment, a hint of concern evident in his tone that made you smile as you shook your head.

“It felt perfect, Dal. I’m alright.” You whispered back, turning over onto your side to face him, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek, leaning up after to press a kiss to his waiting lips. “Perfect.”

A/N: Thank you for reading if you made it this far, or even if you just skimmed it over - either way I appreciate the interactions! As always you can find my work over on my ao3 under the user “Unscriptural.” Thank you anon for the request! (Sorry for the late posting, or early? Wherever you are? I finished editing it and didn’t want to queue it, so here is your daily scheduled reading material.)

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