The Outsiders Fanfic

The part that has the smut

(Idk if anyone actually reads these but I've never written smut before so rip me and it's going to be crappy)

(Also this is going to be an adventure of something for me while writing)

Skylar's POV:
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"Um. Well my last name is Black for the start of everything. My dad is dead, and my mom is in jail." He nodded.

"How did that all happen?"

"Oh my mom killed my dad." I smiled slightly, I'm not sure why I guess it's something I do when I get really nervous. Like how when some people laugh when they have to present in front of people.

"Yeah she claims she didn't kill him but I don't know what to believe. He might have killed himself but who knows." I started to laugh a little.

"Oh. I'm sorry. So who takes care of you now?" I didn't notice my hands shaking, but Dally obviously did. He lit a cigarette and passed it to me.

"I do. Well I don't know if that what you would call it. I kinda just wander from place to place in this town." I shrugged and looked down at my feet.

"So you don't have a house or a place to stay?" I could feel his eyes on the back of my head.

"Well I mean I could go with my aunt but, yeah bad stuff happens there. We'll good for her, bad for me." I looked back at him.

"She doesn't hit you does she? Because if so I'm going there right now and I'm going to be beatin' her ass." I smiled and laughed.

"No it's not that, she's just, different. And she has a lot of people over at a time and it's just a big mess when you sleep in the room next to her bedroom." He smiled and chuckled slightly.

"Okay, but if anyone does mess with you I'll skin them alive."

We sat here for a while, talking about our childhood, life, problems, ect. It was nice to get to know someone like this. Especially since I like them.

"How many boyfriends have you had." He grinned and leaned back onto his hands. This position we are sitting in on the curb couldn't get anymore uncomfortable.

"Well what classifies as a boyfriend. Guys I've done or serious relationship?" He responded to me with the serious relationship. Oh boy.

"Uhm. I just remembered my mom wanted me home for dinner. I have to go." I jumped off of my butt and walked in a random direction.

"Didn't you just say your mom was in jail? C'mon I don't care how many guys you've been in a serious relationship with."

"Uh. One."

"Is that counting me or?"

"Um. Yeah." I mumbled. I wasn't one to stutter or mumble, but this was just one of those times. He started laughing.

"That okay love, I've been with tons of people like you. Some better, some worse- Oh shit."

"Wow thanks you really know how to help with my problems. Man maybe I should have considered dating that tall one with the blue eyes." I smirked and leaned against a light post and looked at Dallas.

"Should you? I bet I could convince you to stay with me." He grinned widely.

"Hm. Maybe you'll have to show me a better understanding of that phrase." He walked towards me and I continue to walk backwards, away from him. This was actually really fun.

"Well maybe I should." I stopped walking and let him put a hand on my cheek.

"Race you to bucks." I smiled and whispered while starting to run back.

I wasn't as fast as him, he caught up quickly, but stayed with me rather than going ahead. Honestly I didn't know where I was going. After a short run, we breathlessly walked to a bedroom and started making out.

*Smut*
Our lips clashed together, his tasting like a cigarette, ashy and like sulfur. We sat as close as possible and almost fought for dominance, and of course he won. He ended up laying on top of me, never disconnecting is lips to mine, like they were stuck with superglue. The next thing to happen was a blur. Our clothes were scattered around the room in random places. This was definatly going to happen, and I was okay with this. He moved his mouth from my lips down to my neck and collarbone leaving red marks and hickeys all over the place.

"verdammt Scheiße," Oh shit did I just moan that. This is a problem. I just spoke German and said 'fucking shit'. That was supposed to be English why does my mind do this.

"I'm sorry what was that?" Dallas met my eyes and hovered over me, and smiled.

"Uhm nothing." I smiled and started kissing him again.

"Was that another language I heard?" He chuckled. I felt my cheeks getting hot, they were turning red at this point. "If it was that really turns me on and you should do it again."

He roughly kissed me again, harsher, the passion felt like electricity running from our lips throught my entire body. Adrenaline coursing through my veins, making everything seem different. It felt amazing. It was almost like I had the dominance, I was on top of him, but that didn't last long.

"That's cute you thought you were going to be on top." He smirked and basically threw me onto my back. I thought it was all fine and normally until he thrusted himself into me. I bit my lip and tried not to make a sounds, he went harder when I didn't make any noises causing me to almost scream, but only let out small whimpers. I ran my finger through his hair, never letting our lips leave. I few moans escaped from my mouth of something along the lines of cussing and his name. And don't worry I wasn't selfish, I gave plenty back to Dally [ ;) ].

After a couple rounds of this we stopped and caught our breaths [I'm a goner, somebody cat my breath].

"So are you ever going to admit to what language you spoke?" His words were separated with pants of breath. We were on our backs, looking up to the ceiling, he turned to looks at me.

"I don't know how desperate are you to know?" I smiled and looked at him. The same thing happened to my words, all of the separated by heavy breathing.

"I don't know, but I'll get you to say something again." He winked and pulled the covers over himself.

(I apologize for the cringe I've never written smut and I'm terrible and I need to bathe in holy water but I can't because it burns)

(A little special thanks to Sam for teaching me about writing smut)