fuckshit - 80s/90s smut

.DINGER HOLFIELD

requested by my friend, who wants to remain anonymous.

you and dinger holfield never got along.
well, he tried being friends with you, but you didn't like his vibe.
"hello honey." he slid smoothly to your locker.
"what do you want, dinger?" you asked, cooly.
he sarcastically grabbed his chest, "sheesh y/n, that hurts!"
he pointed inside the locker at a poster you had put in there.
"ew, corey feldman? why him?" he laughed.
you slammed the locker on his hand, as dinger yelped.
you walked away to your next class, dinger limping behind you.

"you basically broke my hand, you know. i already have a broken leg." he showed his bruised, slightly disheveled hand to you.
"boo hoo. maybe if you weren't such an asshole that wouldn't be an issue."
dinger furrowed his brows. "listen y/n, i've never tried to be an asshole towards you, at all! it's just who i am. i'm an oddball."
you turned into mr. charles' class, sitting in back. dinger followed in, since you both had chemistry together.
"y/n, please, just be cool with me. like adopt-a-crippled!" he sat across from you.
"you're supposed to be sitting in the front." you said, snarkily.
dinger raised his brows. "you think i don't know that?"
"according to your grades."
dinger began to turn red. "grades aren't shit."
you faced him. "incorrect. they show how smart you are so you can actually go to a college."
"also, incorrect, that's just being book smart."
you rolled your eyes and faced the board.

less than five minutes later, dinger pokes you with a pencil.
"what, doofus?"
no response.
he poked you with a pencil again.
"if you touch me one more time i'm gonna break your other leg."
dinger raised his eyebrows. "buy me dinner first!"
it was quiet for a minute, but you both stared at each other for a while.
you know that he has such incredible eyes.
only thing is that behind those eyes is a brain equivalent to the size of a walnut.
he also had red hair, that looked soft.
you felt your stomach do a flip.
"hey." dinger whispered. "go to the teachers' bathroom. if i'm not there in a few minutes, come back to class."
you shook your head. "skip?"
he nodded. "just for a little bit." he did that stupid cute smile you lowkey thought was adorable.
you sighed. "fine." you excused yourself from class and went to the teachers' bathroom.
you locked the door and waited, until you heard a knock.
out of fear, you said, "occupied?"
no one honestly knows how to respond to a knock in a bathroom.
"yo, y/n, let me in."
you unlocked it and slowly opened it.
"wow, the janitors actually clean this bathroom." he said in awe.
"why are we in here?" you snapped.
dinger pushed you up against a wall and whispered in your ear. "have you ever had sex?"
you trembled. his voice almost made you want to moan. "n-no."
"would you like to get a preview?" he asked, sexily.
when he asked for consent, you immediately felt your pants turn into an ocean.
"y-yes."
he kissed your lips first. oh how soft they were,
shit, he grabbed you by your hair and began to french kiss.
even his tongue knew what was up.
he took his tongue out of your mouth and proceeded to your neck.
he found your sweet spot and you let out a soft moan. you loved the feeling.
dinger moved onto your button-down, looking at you for approval.
you basically unbuttoned your shirt and threw off your bra, exposing your breasts.
"damn, a mean bitch with nice tits, score!" he smiled, leaving your boobs with red marks.
"are you ready for the full-length feature?"
you nodded.
he took off everything of yours, except your socks, you're still in a bathroom, so you wanted to not catch a foot disease.
besides you had cute socks with dogs on them!
your body was pressed against the wall while dinger's member entered you, you were moaning so loudly, dinger had to kiss you more to get you to shut the fuck up.
he pulled out after five minutes, and you threw on your clothes.
"did you enjoy that?" he smirked.
you scoffed. "my legs hurt."
"says you. i have a fucking cast on my leg, but you're complaining."
that reminded you. "sorry for slamming your hand in a locker. that was immature of me."
"it's fine, we can always make it up later." he smirked, as the bell rang.
"see ya, y/n."
"bye, doofus." you waved.

OKAY SORRY I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT SINCE I WAS A CHILD SO UH WHOOPSIES
SORRY