My shirt rubbing against the marks littered all over my chest and stomach overwhelming tingling feeling picking at my shirt dally talking with towbit glancing at me a couple times
Steve and Soda playing poker while ponys on the other side of the couch reading
I bring my knees to my chest resting my chin I pull my shirt up over my knees Dallys eyes never leaving me only looking away when twobit pats his shoulder laughing
Standing up walking down the hallway to the bathroom I close the door opening the cabinets over the sink searching for bandaids I stand on my tiptoes grabbing the box full of bandaids
I pull my shirt up the mirror reflecting all the love marks on my body
Someone knocks on the door I accidentally knock the box the bandaids off the counter all the baindaids scattered on the ground
"H-hold on!" I yell
The person not caring coming in anyways I hurry dropping my shirt the door Closing I look up and dallys standing there with his hands in jean pockets his thumbs sticking out
"Expain why ya got bandaids johnnycakes" He says smirking coming closer to me
His hands leaves his pockets cupping my face leaning in kissing me I gasp suprised his tounge exploring my mouth
"Mmh- dally we cant—"
Dallys hands sliding down my body picking me up sitting me on the bathroom counter our mouths never parting away his hands pushing my back my chest hitting his my shirt rubbing against the marks whimpering in the kiss dally parting away I gasp out of breath
His rough hands pulling my shirt up I pull it down embarrassed
"Lemme see em' doll"
I sigh heavily moving my hands away he pulls my shirt off looking me up and down smirking
His thumb rubbing over some a small moan leaving my lips dally chuckles looking up at me
"They bothering ya doll?" He asks his eyes brows furrowed a little
"Y-yeah" I stutter my whole body tingly and my face burns
he grabs a bandaid off the counter tearing the wrapper off covering one of the marks
"Say when we're done wanna ditch and go to bucks?" He asks opening another bandaid
"Sure dal can we watch a movie?"
"Course' kid just not the one with all the singin and shit"
"But I like that one"
"We watched it last time how bout I pick this time?" He asks finally finishing bandaging my marks
"Sure just not one of those cheap mysterys hate those"
He grabs my shirt helping me put it on he picks me up placing me on my feet
"Let's get goin did you bring your jacket?"
"Uh- no but I'll be fine dal"
He tugs his leather jacket off helping me put it on his scent overwhelming my stomach flutters even more my face turning hot again
"Th-thanks dal"
"Yer welcome baby"
He opens the door leaving I hurry picking up all the bandaids on the floor putting it back in its box
We leave the Curtis's dallys arm holding my waist pulling me close to him walking down the street to dark for anyone to see
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jally oneshots
RomansMost of these are out of character I'm sorry If you want me to write an idea you have message me or comment ❤️
