The Outsiders Smuts

D.C ~ Take My Chances

Hi Ren by Ren

A/N: this is the singer talking to his negative conscience if you didn't pick that up.

Warnings: Smut

Just So You Know: You are Darry's girlfriend, and you are 1 month pregnant. You are 22, Darry is 23.

It was a couple of days before the rumble. I was doing a little bit of cleaning around the house, dusting off shelves and scraping chocolate cake off of the table. I wasn't really that into it, just subconsciously doing what I know.

No one was home. Ponyboy and Johnny were both in school, Soda and Steve were at work. Two-Bit was God knows where. Darry was grocery shopping and Dally was in the cooler again. And that reminded me to go visit him sometime. The poor kid has no one else other than the gang.

I was just scrubbing the grandfather clock in the hallway when the front door opened and Ponyboy entered. He saw me and smiled. 

"Hey, Y/N. Darry home?" He asked me. I shook my head. "No, he went to the store. He should be back in ten. What're you doing home so early, Pony?" I asked him.

"I had PAT's today. An' we're allowed to leave after we've finished." He told me. 

"Did you take as much time as you needed? If you failed those tests you know Darry is going to be pissed." I told him. I felt bad for being such a mom.

"Yeah, and don't worry. I'm sure I did fine." He told me. I went over and pulled him into a big hug. 

"I'm sure you did." I said smiling.

"How're you doing, by the way?" Ponyboy asked you, gesturing at the little bump in your stomach.

"Oh, it's great. Sometimes I feel him kicking and flipping around." I said, swelling with pride and holding my stomach. Ponyboy nodded and smiled, heading to his bedroom.

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"Y/N? I'm home." I heard Darry shout from the kitchen. I came down from mine and Darry's shared bedroom to help him in the kitchen. I saw that he had gotten everything on the list; and extra.

"Darry, I don't need any more twinkies. I'm already fat enough." I said, pointing at my stomach. Darry just looked mad.

"Bullshit, Y/N. You are not fat. It's a part of being pregnant. And besides, Soda asked for them." He said, walking over to me. He hugged me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder, swaying us back and forth.

"You are perfect, OK? Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise." He said, kissing my neck. I giggled and responded.

"OK, daddy." Darry raised his eyebrows. He smacked my ass and continued loading groceries into the fridge. 

"You seen Steve around here? I been buying 4 cakes a week now. That kid needs to know his limits." Darry asked me. I shook my head. 

"He's been too busy working out and gettin' ready for the rumble. I'm not sure he's even eaten a cake for a couple of weeks." I told him. 

Darry laughed dryly. "That's hard to believe." You laughed along with him.

"So, Y/N, about the rumble. You really think you should be a part of it? I don't want the baby gettin' hurt or anything." Darry asked you sincerely. 

"Darry, I've considered this before. I honestly see where you're coming from, and I understand. But after what the soc's did to Johnny, I really want to punch one in the face." I said with a laugh.

"Are you sure? I mean, it's your choice, but I don't want to have a miscarriage or anything." Darry asked again. You nodded. 

"I'm sure."

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As Darry and I laid in bed, his hand rested on my stomach. The baby had been giving little kicks every now and then, and it made Darry swell with pride whenever he felt it. Slowly, his hand snuck ever so close to my crotch, making me pool with wetness. Just as he was about to stick his fingers in me, I moved. Darry groaned.

"Why, Y/N? It won't hurt the baby, will it?" He asked me.

"Well, probably not, but I don't want to take any chances." I replied.

"And bein' in the rumble isn't taking chances?" Darry asked me, smirking. 

"Don't get smart with me, Curtis." I said, smacking his chest playfully. We sat there and stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Finally, I kissed him. He tilted his head into the kiss, his hand moving to the back of my head and pulling me as close as he could. He bit my bottom lip, and I gasped, him slipping his tongue inside my mouth. His other hand moved to my ass and squeezed, and I let out a moan, grinding against him. This caused him to let out a small moan.

"We can't do anything, Darry." I said, getting horny.

"Fuck, I know. I can't wait for all of this to be over. So I can fuck you again." He said. 

"But... I can still suck you off." I said smirking. I sat up and moved down to his middle half. I undid his belt, and saw a tent in his underwear.

"Damn, daddy, already?" I asked him, teasingly. 

"Just. Suck. It." Darry said in between clenched teeth.

"OK daddy." I giggled as I licked the tip of his dick, his salty precum hitting my taste buds. Darry gave out a huge shudder, and I put all of him in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, him letting out sinful moans. I moaned, sending vibrations throughout his dick. I massaged his balls as his dick hit the back of my throat. This made him moan even louder. I felt him twitching, and I knew he was close. His seed spilled into my throat, and I swallowed it all with no hesitation.

"Shut the fuck up! Jesus Christ, I'm trying to study!" We heard Pony shout at us from the opposite room. Darry just laughed, and we fell asleep, butt naked and all.