𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 🦋

daddy kink || dally

|cred to theres-a-little-winston-in-u ☂️|

A/N: another dally smut! again!

Wow, I really did it this time, you thought to yourself as you sat on Dally's bed, waiting nervously for his return. He caught you flirting with Thomas Warner, Tim Shepard's right-hand man. But you had to. You'd threatened Dally before, he looked at other girls so often and you had to prove that you were just as ruthless as him. You didn't know whether to be proud or terrified.

The door slammed open and Dallas burst through, blood spotting his t-shirt. You bit your lip as he glared at you, something off in his eyes.

"You stupid broad!" he cursed loudly, gritting his teeth. "You stupid, immature little girl... Stupid, stupid, stupid..." He groaned and took a glance at you to find you were just as hard-set as him. It was a little intimidating.

"Dally, you always look at other girls and I'm done with it! If you can flirt around, so can I!" you protested. He grimaced in spite, then in a flash, he had pounced on you, his hands all over your body.

"Yeah, but the difference is, you belong to ME," he hissed animalistically. "I don't belong to nobody. Understand, little girl?"

You were kind of petrified by now, like a deer in the headlights. You looked up at him like a scared rabbit, and he growled,

"Call me daddy."

Your eyes narrowed. This was your chance to get him back, with sex he'd never forget. Why would he want more if he had the best? You bit your lip.

"Mm, Daddy, please, you're making me hot," you whined with a bit of a bitchy attitude. Dally only seemed to get more and more aggressive. "Daddy, touch me," you continued, bucking up your hips. You leaned up and kissed at his neck, licking a line up his jaw until you dipped your tongue into his ear and licked around, earning a content sigh from him. "D- Daddy, please!"

Dally put on his "challenge accepted" face, and pulled back from your adventurous tongue. "Alright, you little whore." He pulled down your skirt and panties with one flick of the wrist and his fingers caressed your sex. You couldn't help letting out a moan, and you tried taking his shirt off, but he smacked your hands away and pulled it off himself. There was a growing bulge in his pants as you became a hot, moaning mess beneath him, your juices dripping from his fingers and onto the bed as he touched your breasts through your shirt. Soon you felt a cold spot in your lower region where Dally's fingers had been, but before you knew it, all of your clothes were nowhere to be seen and Dallas was in a plank above you, naked. He dipped down and started to nip and suck on one of your small pink nipples, grinning in delight as it hardened. It didn't last long though, soon he pulled back and away to get to the real fun.

"Call me Daddy," he grunted as he lined himself up at your entrance.

"D- Daddy!" you cried as he shoved into you without even stretching you first. His head dipped down to cover your chest and neck in hickeys as he thrusted harder and faster every second. You were stuck moaning and squirming underneath his weight. He balanced himself with one hand as the other explored your body, his mouth latching to yours and taking your breath away. The sex was hard and fast and unforgiving and angry, everything burned red as you felt your skin slap Dally's over and over as you arrived at your climax. His fingers reached down to toy with the small, red bundle of flesh that was your clit, sending you reeling.

It wasn't long before both of you came, you first, and then Dally. Normally you both would have been up for 'round two' but let's admit it, that was some of the most mind-blowing sex that either one of you had experienced in weeks. It was crazy how one word made so much difference.

A deep silence consumed the room, broken only by the music of your heavy breathing. You pushed a strand of hair back from your sweaty face and then tiredly crawled under the warm covers. Dally soon joined you, draping a possessive arm around your waist.

"I'm sorry for flirting around," you murmured softly, gently caressing Dally's arm. You felt the bed shift as he shrugged.

"'S partly my fault anyways. I'll stop looking at them other gals so much if you promise not to do that again, alright, doll?"

"Yes, Dally," you replied.

"G'night, baby doll," he muttered softly, his previous accusations forgotten.

"Good night, Daddy."

Dallas smirked one last time before drifting off into a dreamless sleep, exhausted from his angry endeavor.