The Outsiders Smuts

J.C ~ Beautiful Things

Song: Beautiful Things by Benson Boone

Warnings: suicidal talk, self harm, SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex)

Summary: You talk about suicide and Johnny (your boyfriend of 2 months) finds out that you've been self harming. Then it leads to something else.

You were sitting on the Curtis' front step. You didn't want to be inside; it was too loud and too crowded. You were fidgeting with your pocket knife in your hands. The one that caused you all your pain.

You had started self harming when you were eleven. Your parents had died and you had been sent from foster home to foster home, until you turned 17.

That was one of the reasons you always wore long sleeve shirts. To hide the scars. The idea of what would happen if the gang finds out scares you.

The door creaks behind you.

"Hey, it's gettin' late. Come on in and eat." You hear Darry say. You sigh, slowly getting up and following Darry into the house. The boys were now settling onto the couch to watch the football game.

You grabbed a slice of pizza from the fridge and put it into the oven, waiting. Johnny comes into the kitchen.

"Hey, angel. You cold?" He asks, noticing you holding your arms.

"No. Thanks though." You say as he offers you his jacket. Johnny wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head, then your nose, then your lips. You let it linger before pulling away.

The microwave beeps and you turn away, collecting your pizza and following Johnny into the living room, sitting on his lap.

You tried to pay attention to the game, but you fell asleep against Johnny's chest.

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"Hey, Y/N. Let's go," A voice says. You open your eyes and see Johnny standing over you. You stand up and rub your eyes. Your heart stops when you see that your sleeve had been rolled up a bit, showing the start of a scar. You hastily shove it down.

Johnny grabs your hand and you walk down to the lot. You sit yourself down on an old couch that Johnny had found a while back.

As Johnny started the fire, your mind drifted to suicide like it usually does.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Johnny asks, plopping down beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

"You ever think about dyin', Johnny?" You ask, looking down in your lap.

"Course I do. Why?" He asks, voice dropping. Tears start rolling down your cheeks.

"I-i don't know if I wanna l-live anymore, Johnnycakes." You say, sobbing.

"Oh, baby. Come here." He says, pulling you close to him. You inhale his scent and try to calm your nerves.

"I need you, angel. Please stay. I want you." He says, stroking your hair and caressing your cheek. You look up at him. When he pushes his lips against yours you pull away.

"Johnny. You can find someone else, can't you?" You say. Johnny sighs and shakes his head.

"I can't. I couldn't. Baby, you're the only one for me." He says, kissing you again. This time, you kiss back, your hands tangling into his greasy hair. Johnny groans as you climb into his lap.

He pulls away from you and looks you in the eyes.

"Please stay." He whispers, barely audible. You attach your lips back onto his, the kiss getting more heated. The farthest you and Johnny had ever gone was french kiss. But you wanted it to go further this time.

As his tongue slips into your mouth, you grind down into his lap, causing him to yelp at the feeling.

"S-sorry! Are you ok?" You ask nervously.

"Yea. But keep doing that and imma cum in my pants." He says, kissing you again. You continue grinding into him, Johnny whimpering as you attacked his neck with your lips.

"Baby..." He breaths as you leave a small love bite just below his ear. You quickly unbutton his jean jacket and take off his shirt. Johnny's eyes widen.

His hands move to take off your own shirt. You stop him.

"You- you can't." You say. Johnny frowns.

"Why not, baby?" He asks. You sigh, rolling up your sleeves. Johnny gasps.

"My god, angel. Why?" He asks, tears filling his eyes. "You're beautiful."

He grabs your arms and leaves sloppy open mouth kisses all over the scars. Then he attaches your lips back to yours and takes off your shirt. You didn't care.

You start grinding into him again, and he unbuttons your jean skirt, sliding them down your legs. At the same time, you unbutton his jeans, and pull them down along with his boxers. You blush at the sight of him.

"Like it, baby?" He chuckles, smashing his lips onto yours. He lifts you up, his tip brushing against your clit, and slowly places you down on him. You throw your head back and moan.

"Ride me." Johnny says

You start moving up and down on his length. He made you feel so full.

"God, so t-tight, angel." Johnny moans as you clench around him. You are bouncing up and down on him at a fast pace. Johnny slides your bra off of your shoulders, immediately cupping one of your breasts while sucking and licking at the other.

Your legs start getting tired, so you start moving in circles.

"Yes! Right there. You're so good at this." Johnny moans, grabbing your waist and helping you take more of him.

"Cum." Was all you managed to say.

"Good girl. I got you. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock." Johnny says breathlessly. You clench around him, causing him to moan your name. Seconds later, you release all over him. He pulls you off of him and you collapse on the couch.

"I love you, angel. Don't leave me. Promise?" Johnny says, dressing you. You nod before falling asleep.