Johnny Cade x Curtis! Reader.
• Johnny and girl Curtis have been sneaking around together for months, and so they do tonight - at the lot.
The lot was quiet tonight, in that lazy, summer-night way. Birds chirping accompanied by the faint music from a radio someone left playing and beer bottles and cans littering the grass. The air was humid and hot and humming with tension so thick you could slice through with a knife, of course none of the gang noticed that themselves.
Most of the group was spread out on the old mattress and the field, Two-Bit was throwing popcorn at Steve trying to get a fight, Soda grinning at something Pony was reciting and Darry leaning against the hood of his truck giving Dally lectures wand advice which Dally was dreading.
And then there was Johnny.
Sitting just off to the side, arms resting on his bent knees, flicking his lighter on and off, lost in thought, unnoticed by the guys because of all the chaos they were erupting.
But really he wasn’t watching the fire.
And when he lit his cigarette and started blowing O’s his eyes flickered back to you every five seconds to catch any hint that he’d impressed you.
You were leaning back against an old chair - one of the many people had just dumped at the lot, pretending to play with your jewellery so you didn’t have to get involved in a play fight or listen to pony’s review about the latest movie he’d watched - you heard it at home all the time, your heart pounded in your chest. You could feel his eyes on you—soft, steady, burning in a way only you ever got to feel. The way he always did.
And you didn’t dare look back. Just tried to contain the grin by biting your bottom lip.
If it was your choice, you would run over to Johnny right now, pounce on his lap and kiss him in front of everyone without a damn care in the world. But that was all in your head, or the type of thing you’d do with each other late at night when he’d climb through your window, and you’d let him in every single time. But you couldn’t with your brothers right there.
Sodapop would laugh, sure. Maybe wink. Pony might just be confused or grossed out as he always has an opinion, not usually a good one, on everything. But Darry? Darry would lose his damn mind. Johnny Cade was practically family—but dating you? Sneaking off with you? Touching you? Their sweet sister?
No. Darry would bury Johnny under the lot.
Which was exactly why this had to stay secret. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal if they found out, but it was just easier not to.
Exactly why you both liked it this way.
The way his gaze would trace your mouth like a prayer and no one else would notice a thing.
It was getting dark when you stood up and stretched, letting your crop top ride up just enough to tease above your bellybutton. You saw Johnny’s jaw clench from the corner of your eye. You pretended not to notice.
“I’m gonna take a walk,” you said casually, brushing grass off your shorts.
“You want one of us to come with?” Soda asked, half-sitting up.
“Where’s y/n off to?” Dallys asked once escaped Darrys tough love words, now that dally had distracted them, Johnny took not time standing up and then slowly, like he wasn’t following you, just ..stretching his legs, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and wandered in the same direction you went.
You didn’t look at him as you walked off, slipping behind the old fence near the back of the lot. But you knew he was there. You could feel it.
A second later, he grabbed your hand and tugged you further behind the trees.
You smiled before you even saw him.
“You’re terrible at acting casual,” you whispered as he pressed you gently up against the fence. His eyes were dark, hair tousled, lip bitten raw from nerves, or want, or both.
“You wore that shirt on purpose,” he murmured, fingers brushing the hem of it.
You tilted your head. “So?”
“So you’re tryna make a fool outta me” he tried not to grin as he narrowed his eyes at you.
His hands found your waist, and he leaned in, lips ghosting over your neck. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the flutter in his chest. And still, he didn’t kiss you—not yet. Just let his nose skim up your throat to your jaw, lips barely brushing.
“You don’t know what you do to me” he whispered.
You smirk and whisper back “Then show me.”
He groaned, low in his throat, and kissed you hard.
It was the kind of kiss that started slow but burned fast—his fingers digging into your hips, your back arching into him. Your arms found themselves locked around his neck pulling him closer, and he let out a ragged breath against your mouth.
“You gotta keep quiet, baby,” he murmured, lips trailing to your neck, warm and hungry. “You don’t want Darry hearin’, do you?”
You giggled and nodded, barely able to catch your breath.
His hands slid under the tightness of your top, up your waist, fingertips memorizing skin like he was starved for it, like he hadn’t caressed it a million times before. He kissed you again—deeper now—and you felt his thigh slip between your legs, holding you just right.
“You’re drivin’ me insane, sneakin’ around like this,” he breathed.
He groaned again, one of his hands placed on the back of your neck, the o the hand pushing you against the fence, his body pressing into yours, controlling the rhythm but never forcing. He kissed you like he needed it, like it hurt not to, like you were his air supply.
“You don’t know what you do to me, Y/N,” he muttered, lips brushing your jaw. “I- your, your all I think about” he shook his head and stared you in the eyes.
And in that stolen corner of night, with the stars above and the world right there on the other side of the fence, Johnny Cade was all yours, and you were all his, not for anybody else, not a damn care for anybody else.
Soft hands. Dirty mouth. Gentle, possessive grip.
You didn’t go all the way, not out here. But when he finally pulled back, panting, forehead pressed to yours, you knew it wasn’t just lust.
And it was a secret you’d keep even if it killed you.
Unless someone discovered it first.
