𝗟𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 | 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁

Happy Ending || Darry Curtis

(creds to double-hoe-seven on tumblr)

"Hey Steve, is Darry there?" You asked with a hum when someone finally picked up the phone. "Why do you wanna speak to him? I'm right here, baby." He joked. You could hear them fighting for control of the handset. "Gimme that." You heard Darry grumble before you heard the phone briefly fall, followed by a soft thud and Steve's incoherent grumbling.

"Hey, baby. How was work?" Darry finally greeted. "It was good. How was yours?" You asked with a hum, fidgeting with the cord some. "Same old, same old." He answered nonchalantly. "Well, my roommate's gonna be gone for a few days visiting her parents. I was thinkin' maybe you'd like to come over." You suggested.

You heard him briefly drop the phone, fighting back a quiet laugh at the sound of him scrambling to pick it up again. "Y-yeah, I'd love that! Anything I need to bring?" He asked. "Nope, I've got it all here." You chirp. "Be there soon, babe." He said quickly before you both hung up. You could only imagine the teasing he'd received from his friends while you cleaned your place up some.

Sixteen minutes later, he's knocking on the front door, immediately pulling you into a kiss the second you open it. Your arms fly around his neck as you carefully pull him into the apartment, closing the door behind him. "How's your back?" You ask, gently pecking his lips between your words. "Same as always, darlin'." He hums, gradually trailing kisses down to your neck.

"You work too hard, you know?" You mumble as you lead him back to your room. "You sound like my brothers." He grumbles as you more or less push him to take a seat on the bed. "You know, if a bunch of people say something, maybe it's true." You hum as you take his shirt off.

He lets out a huff and lays down on his stomach. Carefully, you straddle the backs of his legs to massage his back. "You lured me here under false pretenses." He huffs half-jokingly. "I never asked you to come over for sex." You remind him with a small smile as you work on the knots in his shoulders. "Besides, what have we all told you about carrying too much roofing up at once?" You chide.

"I don't-fuck!" He objects, groaning when you put more pressure on his right shoulder. "You don't what?" You ask with a hum, lightening up when you feel the knot dissipate. He mockingly repeated after you, hissing as you started on another big knot.

"Why do I fall for this every single time?" He mutters. "Because you love me, because your subconscience knows you need it, and because you know you need it too." You answer for him. After almost 45 minutes of getting various knots out of his muscles and making him relax, he carefully rolls onto his back without throwing you off. "Feeling better?" You ask softly, moving that stubborn tuft of hair out of his face.

"Almost." He hums with a small smirk. Leaning down, you cup his cheek and give him a soft kiss. "I don't need you working yourself to death before we get married." You mutter against his lips. "I'll be more carefully, baby." He swore as his hand slipped underneath your shirt. He gave you a look when he finally pulled the fabric off and tossed it aside. "No bra?" He asks with a perky smile. "You're predictable." You tease, unbuttoning his jeans. "You ain't complaining, are you?" He asks with a smirk. "Hmm... not yet."

Carefully, he maneuvers you both so he's on top, using his forearm to keep his weight off of you while using the other to push down his jeans. He easily pushed down your shorts, kissing you again as he ran his thumb through your petals before slowly circling your clit with his digit. He softly nipped your bottom lip before peppering kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking softly a few times to leave the faintest lovebites.

His fingers slowly teased your entrance while he focused on the sweet spot in the crook of your neck. He waited until you were emitting soft whines beneath him before pulling his hand back and smirking at your arousal glistening on his fingers. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out one of the condoms you kept there for when he stayed the night.

His boxers were quickly kicked off to the side with the rest of the clothes before he ripped the package open and put it on. He looked to you for permission after situation himself at your entrance, and when you gave the nod, he slowly thrust his hips forward.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a more impassioned kiss, cupping your cheek as he starts a slow push and pull of his hips. He wrapped your legs around his waist, deepening the kiss more as he fell into a rhythm.

Darry kept his thrusts at a slower, more tender pace. His lips seldom wandered from yours, only going to the lovebite he was leaving on your neck before returning to your lips to muffle the sound of your moans when you started getting louder to keep from disturbing the neighbors. "I love you so much, doll." He mumbled lazily against the skin.

"I love you too, Darry." You muttered back before pulling him into another kiss. His hand again fell between your bodies to toy with your clit, his thumb rubbing slow circles over it before speeding up, occasionally pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your nails dug into his shoulders when you felt your release rapidly approaching.

A small whine of his name had him speeding up his hips to meet you on the edge of orgasmic bliss. When he felt your walls tensing and tightening around him, he fell over that edge with a groan and a swear, taking you with him. His lips crashed into yours in a desperate attempt to stop each other from disturbing the entire south side of town.

His forehead rested against yours as you both caught your breath on your way back to earth. The feeling of him slowly pulling out sent a shiver up your spine. He tied and discarded the used rubber before getting back into bed beside you, drawing you flush against his chest and kissing your forehead. After stretching out, you happily snuggled up to his chest, draping your arm around his waist.

"You know, I'm still kinda waiting for you to realize you can do better than a greaser like me." He admits after a few minutes of silence. "I don't think there's anyone better than you, Darry." "You could've chosen any of your brother's other friends, and you picked me." He says with a small frown.

"I picked the sweetest, the smartest, the strongest, and most importantly, the nicest. I'd pick you every time, Darrel." You swear. "Whether or not you realize it, Darry, you're a phenomenal guy and an even better catch. I love you for you. You're my happy ending." He lets it sink in for a moment, a small smile on his face before he snickers quietly. "What's so funny?" You ask.

"I'm pretty sure you're the happy ending, darlin'." He teases, laughing more. You groan at the terrible pun and roll onto your other side while he's still chuckling to himself, "c'mon, that's funny baby." "I'll give it a 2/10." You deadpan.

"Aw c'mon, darlin', you know that's funny." He teases, spooning you from behind. "I don't wanna hear another dad joke outta you until we have kids." You retort with a small smirk, knowing that usually stops him. "We can easily make that happen, you know." He counters in a lowered voice, making your face heat up.

Your mouth falling open some in surprise. He leans over you to kiss your temple softly, reaching over and turning the beside light off. "Goodnight babe."