My Boy (Dallas Winston x reader)

Chapter eleven

Later that day Dallas and I remained in bed, but not for very long. I was having a sleepover with the girls at seven at Lou's place. Well, I could barely prepare for the sleepover since Dally had his hand around my shoulder and was whistling some happy tune on our short walk to the Curtis house. That morning Dally had taken off his St.Christopher and hung it around my neck. That made us an official 'thing' and I was delighted to say the least. Dally and I had gotten out of bed, and I swear I could not stop staring. He had defined muscles on his abdomen and pretty meaty arms that made me swallow hard as he put a white wife-beater tank top, matching with mine. I sat there and pretended I was gazing out the window, until I realized Dally intently eyeing me; specially my nearly bare chest area. I quickly got up and walked to my dresser, just so that Dally wouldn't notice my slight blush at his staring.
"What are you doing?" He sat on the edge of my bed and continued to watch me.
"I'm taking a shower before we go out, I assume you wanna get breakfast at the Curtis'?" I turned to him as I rummaged through my drawers.
"I'll eat you out for breakfast if you wear those for me." He devilishly grinned, excitement and lust pouring from his eyes.
I was confused for a moment before I realized that I had the bra and underwear I had picked out in my hand; A ruby red set of sexy styled laced underwear and bra. I told you I had an obsession with lace, deal with it. And oh boy did I deal with it. When I had my shower I decided to get cocky with Dally. I didn't pick out an outfit, and I was going to wear my bathrobe and take it off with only my undergarments and change in front of Dally, or so I thought. I took an everything shower, dried my hair, put my bathrobe on, did a little bit of makeup with candy red lipstick, and walked back into my room. Dally was on my bed, watching my every move.
"What?" I put hands on my hips and crookedly smiled.
"What do you have underneath that robe?" Dally sat up and stared at my body as if he had x-ray vision.
I had a sudden change of plans and dropped my robe on the ground, revealing my nearly naked body.
"Does that answer your question?" I proudly teased at Dally, who had his mouth agape.
He scrambled to his feet and stood barely inches in front of me, towering my body, but not making my confidence fade. Dally dipped down and kissed me passionately, forcing a slight moan to escape my lips. Without a warning, Dally picked me up bridal style while not breaking our kiss and dropped me down onto the bed. I laid on my back, smiling up at him with my red lipstick now smeared. Dally quickly took his shirt off and I unbuttoned his pants, his lips still ravaging mine. Dally was now only in his boxers and his kisses began to snake down my body, stopping above the seams of my underwear. I knew what was coming. He swiftly pulled my underwear off and threw the intricate red panties on the floor. I sat up and could only watch Dally smile up at me before forcing my legs to spread wide open and shoving his face in my heat. I loudly gasped at this, since it was actually my first time doing this with someone, and was awakened by new sensations I never thought that I would feel. I remember screaming his name, feeling him inside of me. I was arching my back and crying out to him to keep going.
"Oh Dal- Dallas!" My lip quivered as I spoke as I reached my climax.
He brought his face up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning devilishly at me as my legs shook, resting on his shoulders, hoping we'd do more than that.
"Let's go, or you'll miss breakfast. The boys eat like slobs and. Superman already eats like a horse along with his other little kid brothers. I don't want you to starve."
So there I was, satisfied but unsatisfied. After he had his fun I tried to get up and retrieve my underwear, but I could barely stand, let alone walk. Dally snatched them off of the floor and handed them to me. After I quickly came to my senses I collected myself. I pretty much waddled over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of white capris pants that I paired with some baby blue bellybutton cut turtleneck t-shirt and I re-applied my lipstick and did a matte pastel green eyeshadow. I decided to add some of the new peachy blush I got from Avon, my signature winged eyeliner, then my usual mascara as the cherry on top. The whole time I saw Dally watching me intently through the mirror. I lastly brushed my hair out and placed a white headband that sat within reach on the top of my head and grabbed my purse from last night, swapping the lipsticks before I took off with Dally.
"So you're gonna go without shoes, tuts?" I heard Dally chuckle.
I turned to him and gave him a look where I locked annoyance. My closet was wide open still so just bent down and grabbed the first pair of black Mary Jane flats that were surprisingly by the shoes from last night. Dally must have brought them up for me. I smiled at the thought.
"Doll."
"Yes, Dal?"
"You may wanna swap pants."
"Why?"
"I think you sat in something last time you wore those and didn't notice."
I was confused at Dally's words, until a sudden dread washed over me. I had brought tampons in case if it came during my date, but there was nothing. I even dreaded it during Dally's 'little game'. To my horror, I realized that my period had just started. In. Front. Of. Dally. I loudly swore and skidded back to my dresser and yanked out the first bottom I grabbed ahold of and a comfortable cotton pair of plain black underwear, then basically flew to the bathroom, looking into the mirror and locking the door.
"Uhhh hon, are you okay?" Dally sheepishly knocked on the door.
"Yeah just give me a minute." I groaned.
I quickly cleaned up, got a tampon out, and put on the tight-ish black mid-thigh length skirt I had snatched out of the heat of the moment. I opened the door, hiding the bloody clothes behind my back, just to meet Dally's sharp face staring down at me.
"What the hell is going on?" He put his hands on his hips and studied me, not with hate, no. With concern.
"Dal, I don't think you wanna know." I wasn't really gonna get mad at him, that was just the cramp monster talking.
Dally wasn't moving and just began smouldering, trying to get an answer out of me. I honestly was surprised I even got my period after my screwed up eating schedule. Then, it hit me. The suppressed rage in me came out roaring like a tigress at poor Dally.
"Okay then, I'm gonna be heavily bleeding out of my vagina for a week and I need to shove a joint shaped cotton wad attached to a string up there too and bleed into some raggedy pad at night. Then as of right now my uterus has decided to cramp and contort within me to ring out the blood out of my hole and into the tampon I have just inserted. Happy?" I hissed at the end.
I regretted what menstruation related venom I spewed at Dally because of the look of shock and fear in his face. I took off, shoving past him with my face growing hot and bolted down the stairs and then I sauntered down into the basement. I decided to just toss the clothes into a bin and hand wash them in my own time later. When I came back up the stairs, Dally was sitting on the couch facing the cartoons on TV, away from me.
"Dallas, are you okay?" I softly spoke, scared at what he had to say about my little rant minutes earlier.
I was surprised to say the least when he stood up silently and lurched towards me. I thought he was going to scream or scold me, but no. He pulled me into a gentle embrace, and kissed my forehead. I couldn't help but feel bad and I let a whimpering cry out. Then another, and another, until I sobbed into Dally's chest.
"I'm sorry." I whimpered.
"Shhh, doll, don't cry. I was being a bit of a jerk. You got mad, and that's okay. Hush, now. Don't cry." He hushed me and slightly pulled away to look at my crying face.
"How's your makeup not running down you're face baby cakes?" Dally grinned his signature devious grin.
I cracked up laughing through my tears and eventually stopped. Dallas handed me my purse and led me outside, letting me lock the door on our way out. When we walked to the Curtis house for breakfast, I felt a sharp pain right in my stomach 'Oh great a cramp attack. Fuck my life.' I practically used every ounce of order and composition in my body to not shriek out of anger and pain. I hated my period, I wished it would go away. When I was about ten I got it in the Curtis' bathroom one day after school. I was only ten and my parents were at my dads business meeting in Florida for two days. I remember coming home and telling Mrs.Curtis I had a bad stomach ache and when I went to the bathroom, and in the toilet was blood. Mr.Curtis was still at work while Mrs.Curtis had gone to get groceries and it was just the three Curtis brothers and one scared ten year old home. I remember screaming and crying then Sodapop busting in the bathroom and started screaming when he saw the blood. I was bawling and curled up in the corner while Soda was yelling "Pony! Darry! She's dying! She's dying! She's bleeding out oh my god!" Then Ponyboy being only seven or eight at the time came running in and was hugging me begging me to stay awake. If you think those two were bad, Darry's reaction was my personal favourite. He came sprinting to see what spooked us and although he was going to be fourteen in a few months, a period was not what came to mind. "Soda call an ambulance! Oh god, what the heck!? What the heck!? I-I-I don't know how to do first aid! God don't die! I'm the oldest, it's my duty to save you and-Fuck!" Darry was getting voice cracks the whole time and when Mrs.Curtis came home to three wailing children and one panicking teenager, she was not prepared to say the least. Eventually I told her what went down and she shooed the boys off to give me an explanation on what was happening. Those were good times. I missed her, she was more of a mother to me than my own.
"You doin' okay?" Dally snapped me out of my wandering thoughts and flashbacks.
"Uh yeah, my stomach just hurts." I shrugged and kept walking silently with Dally.
I think he knew what I meant, because he just silently nodded in awkwardness. That whole walk seemed like an eternity, and when we came to the  cozy little house the Curtis' called home, I found out it was less than twenty minutes that we walked. When I came in, it was about 10:34am. Needless to say, breakfast was most likely eaten all up and the only one still in the house was Ponyboy reading a book called 'To Kill A Mockingbird' on the couch.
"Hey Pony." I smiled, he smiled back.
"If you came by for breakfast, I saved you a slice of chocolate cake and a bit of scrambled eggs." He put down the book and came with me to the kitchen. It was just then that I noticed that Dally was gone. Startled, I peeped by the screen door, and Dally was nowhere to be found.
"Is someone following you?" Ponyboy cocked an eyebrow humorously.
"Nah, Dally just walked here with me. He probably had better things to do." I was disappointed that he was gone. But at least I had Ponyboy.
I stayed at the Curtis house with Ponyboy just lounging until about 5:00 I think. When I realized the time, I knew I had to run, or I would be unprepared.
"Can I walk home with you? I'm bored sitting here." Ponyboy whines as I got up from the couch.
"Yeah sure. You can even walk with me to Lou's, the gals might even let you stay since you're younger and all." I grinned.
Ponyboy and I walked while striking up an actually interesting conversation while we strutted into my house. I felt like Ponyboy understood more than the average fourteen year old. He had just turned fourteen two weeks prior but was nonetheless twice as wise. I could talk to him about anything, and he could talk to me. I had known him all my life, so why not? I remember my parents took a liking to Ponyboy especially out of the brothers, he was like my cousin. So when we marched up to my room, I decided I was gonna break the news to him first, since Johnny was nowhere to be found.
"Hey Pony."
"Yeah?"
"Can I tell you something?"
"Uh sure."
"I'm dating Dally."
Ponyboy's face somewhat contorted in shock and then rested into a sassy expression with a cocked eyebrow and devious smirk.
"What?" I put hands on my hips and sassed back.
"Ah well it's better that you and Curly. If you two thought you were endgame after a week like every other nut-case couple and if you had kids with him then the babies would turn out deformed." Ponyboy said exploding into laughter at the last bit. I laughed with him as I shoved my baby pink nightdress into my backpack for the sleepover.
"Sooo Ponyboy, you got anyone or any girl on your mind?" I wiggled my eyebrows teasingly.
"Yeah, her names Sherri, but people call her Cherry. I see you hanging around her at school." Pony blushed.
"And that's why you're coming to the sleepover, we'll give you the best advice, me and the gals!" I shrieked after jumping up and down while hugging Pony tightly.
I phoned up Louise and asked if Pony could come saying something like 'His brothers pissed at him so can he come and cool off until say...Eleven-ish?' And Lou being Lou loved Pony for two reasons; one he was cute and two he was respectful. So Pony would be coming for until Eleven so that he would have an hour to get back home pre-curfew at twelve. It was going to be a fun night all right.

AUTHORS NOTE: okay so is anyone else just pissed off that in some fanfics everyone makes the main person never are relatable or human and just "not like other girls 🥺" or not realistic at all like "lUcKlY y/n's mOnThLy TuRmOiL wAs nOt LiKe oThEr GiRlS aNd wAs oNlY oNe dAy aNd bAreLy a DrOp sO sHe wAs sTiLl oKaY" like bffr all my girlies know that it really do not be like that for most of us. Also we all have experienced some violent mood swing in our life at one point or another. Besides, judge all you want but everything I put in here is relevant to the plot. I want to introduce the changing world of the 1960s into this book.