Darry Curtis x Reader
fluff
teeny bit of smut
A soft thud rings in the small bedroom before it rings in Darry's ears. He turns on his bed, finding his lover groaning into the sheets.
"You okay?" he chuckles, laughing it off. When his lover doesn't answer, concern begins to take over. "(Y/N), baby, are you okay?"
"So. Many. Knots," they groan. Darry raises a brow, not knowing how to respond. A sigh leaves (Y/N) as they go into detail. "Can you massage my back, please?"
"Well since you said please." Darry sits atop his lover's body, his body right above (Y/N)'s bottom, his eyes on their back. His hands go towards his lover's shoulder, a groan escaping them. (Y/N) moves their arms, contracting the muscles in their shoulders, forcing Darry to move downward.
Another moan leaves (Y/N), a faint whimper escaping their lips after. They grab a pillow, fingers white from the amount of pain yet pleasure they're receiving. How are they moaning from a back massage? No idea. Darry seems to wonder too, so he experiments a bit more.
Darry's hands move even lower, now massaging (Y/N)'s lower back. A faint moan escapes the bottom. It's so faint but so high pitched compared to how (Y/N) speaks. His lip instinctively gets trapped between his teeth, his fingers going beneath his lover's shirt, feeling the latter's back dimples.
Darry exhales heavily, getting up enough to where he can turn (Y/N) over, a surprised look on their face. "I think I may know another way to get those knots out of your back." A second passes before (Y/N) gets the message, eyes wider than before.
"Knowing you Darry, I'll probably get more knots, " (Y/N) chuckles lightly. They're silenced, however, as Darry leans in, pulling his lover's arms so they wrap around his neck.
"Don't worry, I'll be soft."
