The outsiders imagines

Burning For You

DaddyDarrysGirl  (I DID NOT FORGET!!), thanks for requesting sorta part two to y/n being dally's sister and dating curly, i tried to remember what you requested but Wattpad took away private dms AND deleted them so I was really holding on by a thread 😭

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As I watched him waltz by, my lips were thick with bitterness and drugstore lip gloss. It was like watching the definition of arrogance as Curly walked in front of the screen of the movie with his fists jammed into his pockets, looking for trouble. Dallas hadn't noticed yet since he was shitting around throughout the cars trying to get a rise out of somebody for a fight, and I was trying to keep it that way. The animosity between him and Tim Shepard since they found out that we were together stuck out like a sore thumb and they'd cat-fight like two girls if you let them keep arguing long enough. It transferred to us two by then, always arguing over little things because we didn't see each other enough trying to dance around them.

This time it was his infidelity in question and whether he was feeling up a girl's skirt at one of Buck's wild parties, which my sources weren't too credible to refer to. I didn't want to make a scene in the Nightly Double so I tried to stay hidden in the corner of the seats, but inevitably, he turned his head to me and smirked. He was like a dog that could sniff me out in any space and it pissed me off. I perked up from my slouching as he jumped over the railing and approached me, with people getting hacked off about him being in the way.

"What're you doin' here all by yourself?" he asked as he sat next to me, pressing his shoulder into mine. The smell of reefer lingered on his leather jacket and wafted into my face. I only shrug at his question while keeping an eye on the movie. He eyes my tits like when we first met. "I'm talkin' to you, you know."

"I know." My eyes shift over to him for a second, then back to the screen. "I'm still not talking to you, though."

"For God's sake, Y/n," he rolls his eyes so hard they could've gotten stuck and pressed his back to the leather of the seat that had vulgar graffiti written on it. "I already told you I wasn't feeling up no broad's skirt, you believe anything your lil' girlfriends tell you."

"Yeah, I know." It was absurd for me to almost be crying in front of him, but the thought of giving myself to a guy that was playing games with me was eating me up. I tilted my chin to the sky with prissiness and my scowl got deeper to hold it in. "Why can't you get the hint? Get lost."

Now he was scowling too, and his tanned skin was splotchy with red. "It's a shame you'd believe anybody over your own man." My eye twitches at the mention of him being my man. We were both red in the face now.

"Fuck you," I was in his face, so close that our noses were bumping together. "Fuck you, Curly."

"Do it then." A nasty smirk crept on his face and his eyes narrowed at me. The second his lips touched mine, my blood chilled. I grabbed at tufts of his curls and held them tight in my fingers as his tongue sloshed around with mine in my mouth. I pulled away from him with a line of spit still trailing from our mouths.

"Let's take this somewhere else." I grabbed his hand and led him to the railing, jumping over it. He took lead and guided me where his brother's truck sat in the sea of cars where everyone was fogging up windows in the back of their seats. We were lucky enough to be near the gate so we were near a place no one would be looking too much.

He pressed me up to his brother's truck and his fingers caressed the supple skin of that peered from my bra under my blouse. "Curly, we're in public." I whispered into his ear as he tried to unbutton my blouse further. He took a few steps back with a sheepish smile and opened the door to the truck.

The second he got over me when I laid on the cracking leather seat, he unbuckled his belt, dropping his jeans to show his bulge pulsating through his underwear. My heart was drumming wildly against my chest as he lowered himself and kissed my now exposed breast.

His soft lips moved down to my navel, leaving hickies littered on my stomach. Pulling down my skirt and panties, he kept the kisses going until he was softly kissing my clit and made me gasp into a moan. His icy fingers took over the sensation and worked my clit in circles as he gazed into my eyes.

"I'm still mad at you." I squeaked out as he put more pressure on it and rubbed faster. Before I could build up to an orgasm and explode, he stopped and left me on one tiny moan. He dropped his underwear, making his erection spring out at me.

I didn't hesitate to crawl on my knees to him and kiss all over his cock, messily leaving lipstick stains on it. As I sucked and gagged, I reached another hand down to his balls, massaging them while saliva and pre-cum slopped around my mouth. When a shudder left his mouth and his leg muscles clenched, I stopped just as he did to me and got back on my knees to straddle him.

I started grinding on him to get a start. "Don't be a tease." He muttered while bucking his hips in a steady motion. When I had his dick wet enough, I shoved it inside of me. While bouncing on it, he cupped my breasts in his hands and held them tight while running his thumbs over my nipples back and forth.

"I can't stand you."

"Uh-huh," he sneered. He held me in place so I'd stop bouncing and snaked his arms around my waist, ramming his hips into me hard and fast, and made me shriek loud enough for anyone around us to hear. My voice could only muster his name out over and over again against the groans and odd sounds I was making and the grunts he was making. His thumb ended up on my clit, circling it while he stroked up and down in me and making my eyes twitch in a way I know looked odd from his perspective.

My eyes squeezed shut and my hands gripped onto his shoulders with a force so hard that my nails left indents in his leather jacket. "Fuck, Curly."

"I'm coming." He groaned as he held onto my waist hard, as his thrusts started getting harder and faster. It was going to bruise soon.

With that, my back arched, making my head ram right into the headrest, and my mouth formed an 'O' as the pleasure shot through my body like electricity and my body tensed up in almost every muscle possible. Curly's hips retracted from me and the head of his cock spewed hot white strands on my navel as his legs shook. Our bodies collapsed from the high; I got off of him and held my thin blouse together as to hide something from the public as I realized how surrounded we were, and he sat with his dick still in hand with blank eyes as he looked ahead at the headrest.

It's uncomfortably silent. The radio playing the audio of the movie does the talking for us, and our heavy breathing. There was still lingering anger in me from not getting a direct answer.

"Tell me the truth," I speak up, my voice more hoarse and quiet. It felt odd trying to feel any other way when we just boned so hard the truck shook. "Were you feelin' a girl up or not?"

His eyes—a rare color I'd never see on anyone else—flicker over to me and he smiles softer than usual. He reached over and brushed a piece of hair from my shoulder, tenderly stroking the exposed, sweaty skin of my neck. The windows were foggy and the air was salty with sex. "Cmon baby, you know I'd never do somethin' like that to you." The warmth of his hand made goosebumps prickle all over my body in an instant.

"Yeah, I know." I say, not so sure of myself, and didn't resist him when he pulled me into his side and gave me some crumpled up tissues from the side of the door to clean myself with. I could forgive that boy like nothing.

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did you lose every bit of clothing except a blouse in a public setting and was it hella unrealistic for them to cum together... yeah LOL. uhhh i miss having comments and interactions i'm a lil lonely no lie but anyways i'm trying to write a lot more on here and AO3 and I'm working on a full on fanfic with my own ocs and such, but as always, enjoy this nasty lil smut :)

— sante 🙈