Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♪✞One Beer

A/N: IB: One Beer by HARDY, modern
TW: Smut haha
Context: y/n finds out she's pregnant as a teen.

I forced myself to my local CVS. I grabbed the cheapest test you could find on the shelves and I bought it.

The cashier just looked at my scared face and sighed. She was an older lady, seemed like she had something to say all the time but never did.

"I wish you luck, baby." She said and passed the test towards me. I smiled a small smile her way and I left the store and stepped into my boyfriend's car.

"You ready?" He said, with horrified eyes. I sighed a deep sigh.

We went back to his house and I stepped into the bathroom. I took the test with shakey hands and I placed it face down on the counter and walked into the bedroom. He embraced me and I started to cry. What's it gonna be waiting on that test?

"It's been five minutes. We have to look." He said, still holding me. I nodded and I walked into the bathroom with him behind me. I carefully picked it up and looked at it. Two pink lines.

~~flashback

Dally drove his truck to the middle of a field looking out at the city. We laid in the back of the bed with a blanket beneath us. He had a cigarette between his fingers and was gingerly smoking it while looking at the stars.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I said, watching the flickering of different lights.

"It's my favorite place." He said and put out his cigarette. We were a few beers in at this point, pretty buzzed.

"God, do you look so damn beautiful in the light." He said admiring me.

I looked at him with red cheeks and he smiled. I leaned in for a kiss and he was gentle.

He nibbled at my bottom lip for permission and I opened my mouth to let his tongue in. Our tongues battled back and forth for dominance but his won. His hands explored my body and he took my shirt off.

His lips escaped mine and bit and sucked on my neck, leaving hickeys behind. He found my sweet spot and I giggled at the feeling.

His hands led down to my hips and he slid off my shorts I had on. I was grinding against him and I felt him get hard.

"It's not fair that I'm the only one without clothes." I said with heavy breaths.

"Well excuse me," I slowly went down his body until I reached his jeans. He tore his shirt off and I kissed his stomach as I took off his pants.

I palmed him through the boxers he had on. I pulled them down and I started to rub his aching cock.

I ran my thumb over the tip and he started to squirm as he threw his head back. I smiled at these movements and I went down on him, sucking.

As he was moaning and groaning I knew he was reaching his climax. I stopped and looked at him and I smiled. His hand immediately went for my heat and his thumb rubbed my clit and I moaned.

"You like that, huh?" He slipped two fingers in me and started going in and out. I threw my head back and he curled his fingers causing more pleasure. As I was about to reach my climax he stopped and smiled at me.

I crawled on top of him and I kissed his jawline.

"Fuck me." I whisper and I continue kissing.

"What did you say?" He said with a cocky tone.

"I said fuck me, Dallas," I said in a regular tone.

"I'm sorry baby, I still can't hear you, you're gonna have to speak louder." He said and grinned.

"I said fuck me Dallas!" I yelled with eager in my voice and he smiled.

"As you wish," And he pounded into me. I gasped and I laid down as he thrusted into me.

"Bounce." He demanded.

"Yes Daddy." I said and I went up and down and he threw his head back.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled as I felt my climax and he put his fingers in my mouth.

"You don't cum until I say so," I nodded aggressively but I didn't know how to keep it from coming.

"Fuck, you're so big!" I yelled and he moved his fingers to my hips.

"Beg to cum, baby." He demanded again.

"Oh Daddy, let me cum!" He nodded and I released all over him. As soon as I did he did too.

We rode out our drunk climaxes and I kissed him and put my clothes on.

"You're beautiful." He said once we laid back down.

~~Two years later

"Daddy's home!" I yelled to our son.

He wasn't saying much yet, but he was excited. He stumbled up and I grabbed him and walked to the door.

He opened the door while Sesame Street was on the TV.

"Hey buddy!" Dally exclaims when he sees Michael. He takes him out of my arms and looks at me.

"Hi," I say with a wide smile.

"Hey," He says and kisses me. He slips his tongue into my mouth and I pull away.

"Hey hey- whoa I'm not ready for another kid there, Dal." I laugh and he hangs his head with a smile.

"Don't you remember that?" Dally said as he put his arm around me, while we watched our son play with his race cars and DIY cardboard bridge.

"Remember what, darling?" I say, looking at him admire our son.

"Those two pink lines, we did a whole bunch of praying and doubting." He said.

"Felt like the end of the world," I say, still admiring his features.

"Now the world don't spin without him." He finished my sentence. I snuggled closer to him and I start to remember everything.

Soon after I got pregnant, we decided to get married. Bad idea, I know. But we've lasted so far.

And this whole thing started with some alcohol.