·˚ ༘The Outsiders: Darry x reader·˚ ༘
smut, fem reader, possible cnc (?), slight humiliation, doing it on the counter, mention of wet dreams, fingering, praise kink, size kink, possession, DOM darry/sub reader like holy shit, possible ooc first time writing for him heh
You walked into the Curtis’ house on a bright and early Monday morning, expecting the boys to gone. Usually, Darry had work, Ponyboy was at school, and Sodapop was god knows where. You had come in to help clean, like you usually did. You didn’t get paid nothing crazy, but you had been a friend of the Curtis’ for years, and figured the least you could do was take this load off Darry’s broad shoulders. You shuffled through your purse to find the spare keys you had, quietly sighing as you practically grabbed every other item except the one you needed. Once you finally found them, you placed them into the keyhole and turned, hearing the lock click softly before opening the door with the same hand. You could smell the pancakes the boys had probably had for breakfast this morning before they left, and it made your ache with longing to be with them, even if you’d probably see them later on that day. You shoved the key back in your purse before walking in, shutting the door carefully behind you. Something felt…off, but you ignored it in favor of putting your purse down on the couch and getting to work. It wasn’t too bad so far, simply just reorganizing Darry’s newspaper piles and fluffing up the pillows in the living room before heading to the kitchen and doing the real work. You washed began washing the dishes, your hand picking up each plate with care and gently pressing the sponge to it’s surface. The water running was an otherwise soothung sound to hear echoing through the empty house, the noise grounding you in your work. That was until your hands reached for Darry’s mug, your heart aching at the sight. There was still a sip’s worth of coffee lingering in the bottom of the white mug, but you knew it was Darry’s because of the chip on the side. You looked at in your hands, your heart melting at the thought of him waking up early before work to have coffee with his siblings, to spend time with him before they left. Your eyes and hands lingered on the cup before you felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around your waist, your body jolting in surprise before you heard a groggy voice.
“Mmn… Y’cleaning for me darlin’..?”
Darry’s hair was a mess, his voice low and hoarse from having just woken up. His pajama pants were low and his shirt was a wrinkled mess, showing off a small bit of his pelvis. You let out a quiet breath of relief once it registered that it was him, a blush dusting your cheeks as you felt his chest against your back. God, his abs were so toned, you could feel them like a wash board…
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work..?”
You questioned softly, doing your best not to turn around or give away how flustered you reslky were. Darry let out a small scoff, his arms tightening around your waist.
He mumbled slowly against your shoulder. The tension was intense, intimate, two words that you usually would never use to describe being around Darry. Maybe it was the fact you guys had the house to yourselves, or maybe it was because he was tired, whatever it was, it was making heat begin to flood your core. He was a physically affectionate guy, sure, but this was too much for you to take. His arms loosened their grip around your waist, his hands slowly trailing down in favor of holding your hips, allowing himself to stand st his full 6’2 height. You could feel his hardened cock rubbing against your ass, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you were turning him on or if it was just morning wood. Regardless, if he asked for your help, you’d give in. Before you could as what was happening though, he was already bending you over the counter.
“Forgive me, sweetheart…but I’ve been having dreams of you all night, and seeing you this morning is making it hard to keep my thoughts straight.”
Darry mumbled quietly into your ear, your breath hitching the moment you felt his hit breath against your lobe. This had only happened one other time, on a night when you were home alone and drunk to the point of stupidity, but you guys didn’t talk about it. Not because you didn’t want to! Of course you wanted to, but Darry wasn’t really good at being around when you needed him, primarily because he was always working or taking care of his siblings. He had been more clingy since that night though, begging for your presence, openly flirting with you more, neither of you just made the full move to be something more than whatever you guys were.
You obliged to Darry’s wishes, after all, nothing like morning sex to keep you energized, right? Besides, you were just as desperate for him as he seemed to be for you. You moved your legs apart, and a sickening smirk formed on Darry’s face, licking his hips hungrily as if he had seen the most delicious thing in the world. He grinded himself against your core, small grunts and hisses of pleasure leaving his lips as quiet moans and desperate whimpers left yours. Darry was experienced in foreplay, he knew his way around a woman’s body like he’d studied it for years, which made sense. He was a young, handsome man who was jacked, who wouldn’t want him? However, he recently had his eyes on you, and it seems that you’ve become his recent fixation.
“God, baby… You know just how to make a man feel good, listenin’ so well..”
He mumbled quietly, his voice still hoarse and groggy. He grinded harder, one of his hands finding it’s way to the back of his neck as his hips rolled harder against you, trying to get a good handle on you so he could really treat you right. You were a whining mess, wanting more but unsure how to ask. Darry was known to go at his own pace, but you were desperate, your underwear already soaked as you felt his huge cock rubbing against your skirt. You let out a loud moan at one point as he grinded horribly slow, movement making your pussy ache for more, for something, anything.
The moment his name fell from your lips, he gave in, a low chuckle leaving his own in response.
“Hungry already, baby? We just got started..”
He laughed. Within a moments notice, your skirt was pulled to the floor in an instant, getting a loud moan out of you as you finally felt the cool air of the house hit your skin. He took his hands off you and pulled his own pants to his knees before his fingers went back to gripping your hip, the other hand pulling his cock out of his boxers. He smirked as rubbed his tip against your clothed entrance, pre smearing all over the fabric of your panties and mixing with your own wetness as you whined pleadingly for more.
He growled, but there was a roar of pride and possessiveness in his tone. It made him extremely proud to see you so soaked, to be the reason you were so turned on, to hear you whining for him to put it in already. It just made him hard knowing he was the only one who could get you so messy. He was a stern man with his brothers, protective when it came to anyone he loved, but when he was like this, he was playful, loving, focusing more on pleasuring you then rules and order. It was like sex was his only escape from the life of responsibility he was thrown into after his parents death, and in a way you were happy to be the one to bring out this youthful side of him.
“Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll fill you up real good..”
He chuckled lowly as he slowly pulled your panties to the side. It had been awhile since you’d taken him, so he put two fingers inside your pussy to prep you, lightly pumping in and out before stretching you slightly, your loud cries of both annoyance and pleasure echoing through the kitchen. You knew his neighbors would probably complain later, but you couldn’t give a single shit in this moment, you just needed him. But you didn’t need to tell him a single word, he could read your body that well. He just knew as he felt you clenching around his fingers, as your pussy began making loud squelching noises as he fingered your tight cunt, you were ready, and so was he. He glided his tip up and down your slit, trying to use the natural lube to get a good idea of how rough he should go, how deep he should give it to you right off the bat, how fast he should be. In a split second, he was grabbing your hair and slammed his cock deep into you, a scream leaving your lips as he already hit your sweet spot without any need for moment. A low chuckle filled his lips as he pressed his chest to your back, your tits pressing up against the kitchen counter as he grabbed your wrist and held them.
Before you could even respond he was slamming into you deliberately: slow, but hard enough to make your legs spasm with each time he hit your sweet spot. With each stroke you could feel him stretching you out, molding you to his size so you knew you were his, so you were constantly reminded of the emptiness you felt if it wasn’t him fucking you. He knew how to work your body good, nipping your ear and kissing down your neck as he focused on pleasuring you. Even if he had only done this with you once before, he just seemed to know what made you crack, what made you moan louder, what made you scream his name. He continued his pace, low grunts and breathy moans leaving his lips, his head against your shoulder as he desperately tried to keep it together, but after a few strokes he was done for. His pace gradually got faster, his tip pressing kisses to your cervix with each thrust. You began to choke on your own moans, strings of noises leaving you because his pace was so relentless. There wasn’t a dull moment, a moment to catch your breath, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes as you felt a knot start to form in your core. The sound of skin slapping and your slews of moans echoed through the kitchen, loud enough to probably wake neighbors next door from their slumber, but that didn’t deter Darry. He moved his hand from your hip to your stomach, grinning as he felt himself moving in and out of you. He let out an amused scoff, grunting as he took your hand and put it against your stomach, his hand on top of your own.
“Feel that, darlin’? That’s how tight you are…”
He mumbled breathlessly, but you could hear his smile, hear the posession in his tone.
“Feels good, don’t it? Memorizing my cock so good… You’re so good for me baby..”
He chuckled breathlessly as his pace only increased and your moans got more high pitched. He was close, you could tell, his pace was getting messy, sloppy almost, but that mean you weren’t feeling good anymore. You were sure there was drool on the counter from how long you had kept your mouth open and this point and you could feel your legs turning into jelly as Darry brutally pistoned into you. You felt his hand on your hip tighten, his grip not painful, but clearly firmer, before you felt him slam into you one more time, making the knot in your own body come undone as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You could feel his cum pouring into you, filling you up and leaking out of you, making you whine as the tears that had been threatening to fall from your eyes finally spilled. Darry’s breath was hot against your shoulder, coming out in rough pants as small grunts left his lips. He tilted your head back so you could look up at him, gently pressing a kiss to your lips before wiping the tears from your face.
“You’re gorgeous darlin’, thanks for helpin’ me out.”
He mumbled sweetly, pressing another kiss to the bridge of your nose, a small hum leaving his lips. You were still a breathless and trembling mess, and Darry looked down at the floor, both of your orgasm’s on the kitchen tile. He let out a small chuckle, rubbing his thumbs against your hips soothingly to try and get you to relax.
“I’ll uh…I’ll clean that up later..”
He chuckled breathlessly, but you could see he felt bad for getting your hard work dirty all over again. You knew he’d clean and help you out though, just like he always did.
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