TW: smut
"I'm going back to the car," I announced to my mom.
"Alright but I'm not gonna be out for a while." She said and I nodded and took Dally's hand and went back to the car.
"Fuck, it's locked." I whispered under my breath after trying the door handle when he pinned me against the car and started kissing me. He managed to push his tongue through and dominate my mouth and I wasn't fighting back.
He started to run his hands all over my body, up my shirt, through my hair, anywhere his hands could go they went.
He started massaging my breast and kissing my jaw and I reached my hand down and got my answer.
"So.. eager..." I managed to say through heavy breaths.
"God I want to be inside you." He moaned between kisses and I pushed him to the bushes in case somebody came. I pulled my shorts down enough for him to start fingering me and I bit my lip trying not to be loud. I unbuttoned his jeans and started to pump him and his kisses got sloppy.
He grabbed my ass and I jumped up on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He pushed my underwear to the side and pushed into me slowly. I hid my head into the crook of his neck as he threw his head back. I bit down on his neck as he pushed me up and down. He was squeezing my ass harshly trying not to be loud. I was rubbing my clit and I was quickly reaching my climax.
Something about fucking when we could easily get caught turned me on. Something about being in public...
I was breathing heavily against his neck which caused his breath to hitch and I felt him cum inside me. I felt it and let go too. I panicked and quickly got off and looked at him.
"Baby, you came inside-" I said and he looked at me with wide eyes. I heard him let a 'fuck' escape his mouth when he let out a breath.
"We gotta go get Plan B," He panicked while quickly buckling his pants. We heard my family coming so we leaned against the car, staring at each other, nervous.
"We gotta go to the store," My mom said and he let out a sigh of relief. My mom looked at him weird but let it go and unlocked the car.
We both got out of the car when we reached the parking lot and rushed into the pharmacy section, hand-in-hand. My shaky hands ran over the birth control section and I found what I was looking for. I read the box to make sure nothing was gonna conflict with my health and we rushed to the counter.
Dally pulled out his wallet as the cashier ran up the price. She looked at us and our worried expressions and shaky hands and gave us a sympathy smile. I felt like I was gonna cry and we hit the sidewalk walking back to the house, trying to avoid my mother until the pill was taken.
We got to the house before them and went into the bathroom together and took the pill and we sat on the bathroom floor while he held me and I cried.
"I would have been screwed, and you would have left." I sobbed quietly.
"Why the hell do you think I would have left?" He pulled me off of him to look at him.
"You don't like kids, you don't want to be a father." I said and he shook his head and pulled me back down.
"I wouldn't have left. I wouldn't have been happy but I wouldn't have left you." He said and my family came home. My brother stormed into the bathroom and stared at us and turned back around.
"Dally and Y/n are in the bathroom crying!" He announced and my mom came running in. He still laid his head on mine and I still had my head buried into his chest.
"What's the matter?" She asked and I shook my head and got up and went to the room. I curled up and Dally came a couple minutes after.
"You didn't tell her did you?" I asked as he crawled next to me.
"I told her that your stomach wasn't feeling good." He whispered and I rested my head on his stomach.
"It's okay. It's over now." He hummed in my ear and I smiled a tiny bit and he continued to hold me for hours.

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Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤
FanfictionJust some things I write when I'm bored :) -♡︎ means imagine -☽ means author's note -✍︎︎ means headcanon -♪ means song imagine -✞ means smut I will take prompt requests, but I do not take personal requests, sorry! All of the headcanons/imagines are...