The Outsiders Smuts

P.C ~ Rainy Days

Song: Drownin' by A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Warnings: Sort of smut? Thigh riding

Just So You Know: You are 16, Ponyboy is 17, and you are a part of the gang but never really talk to Ponyboy (you are too scared, you have a crush on him). Steve is your older brother.

I was sitting in the Curtis' living room, watching Mickey Mouse with Two-Bit and Steve. My head was resting on Steve's shoulder, and his legs were draped across me. Two-Bit was sitting criss-crossed on the floor right in front of the TV. Ponyboy entered the room, and I blushed.

I don't know what it is about Ponyboy that makes me so flustered. He's just like any other boy. But I guess it's just the fact that I like him and that I dream about him every night (if you know what I mean). He plops down on the couch beside me, and I do my best to keep myself from turning into a tomato. But he notices anyways.

"Y/N, you OK?" He asks me. His hand rests on my knee, as if to reassure me that he's there. 

Fuck. I think to myself. His hands are killing me.

I've always had a thing for his hands, the way they move when he's writing, or how they clench onto the steering wheel.

"Y-yeah, just a little hot, that's all." I say. Steve chuckles.

"That's 'cause I'm in here." He says. I smack his leg.

"Shut up, Steve." I say, laughing. 

"You need water or anything?" Ponyboy asks, turning to face me. I shake my head. I wasn't sure I would be able to speak.

"Well, if I didn't know any better, I would think that Y/N has a crush on Ponyboy." Two-Bit says, not taking his eyes off of the TV. I turn an even darker shade of red.

"Y/N, are you sure you're OK?" Ponyboy asks leaning closer. I nod. My hands are shaking like crazy.

"Look me in the eyes." He says. I do, still shaking. "Follow my finger." He says, his finger back and forth in front of my face. I gulp. His hands. I follow his finger, and he seems to believe that I'm OK.

"I'm still getting you some water." He says, getting up to go to the kitchen. I fling Steve's legs off of mine.

"I'm going home, Steve." I tell him. He nods. I grab my coat and head out the door, still shaking, his hands made me - embarrassingly - horny.

<Ponyboy's POV>

I was genuinely scared for Y/N. She didn't seem OK. Her face was dark red, and she was shaking. She jumped whenever someone moved. I thought she had a concussion or something, but turns out she didn't.

I was in the kitchen getting her a glass of water, when I heard the front door close. I figured that Darry was back or something. I headed back into the living room, and Y/N was gone.

"Hey, where'd Y/N go?" I asked Steve. 

"Home." He said. I sighed. I put the glass of water down, and grabbed my coat to go and see her.

<Your POV>

I was getting a little chilly, my light jacket wasn't doing much to help. And as if things couldn't get any worse, it had started raining. I should have asked Steve to drive me home. I still had a 10 minute walk to go. I started into a light jog, trying to warm myself up. My core was still throbbing from Ponyboy, and I didn't have the strength to make it home. I sat down on a bench and tears of sexual frustration leaked out of my eyes. 

I heard footsteps close by. I didn't think any of it, so I kept my head down and lifted my hood up. I was positive that my makeup was running. My white converse had splatters of mud on them.