nice talk - darry curtis
summary: when you come to the curtis household after a long day of work, you know there's only one possible way for you to get darry alone. and, well, you're basically desperate wc: 2.2k cw: smut!! kind of exhibitionism not really, the gang is a pain in the ass
When you entered the Curtis household, you were welcomed by the usual ruckus of the house at night. Dallas was smoking a cigarette while taking part in a heated debate with Steve, waving the cigarette around animatedly. You laughed softly at the sight of Johnny and Ponyboy seated at the dinner table, poorly attempting to complete homework in the centre of the noisy house.
“Hey!” Two-Bit greeted, walking past you with a beer in hand. He offered it to you, but you politely declined it with a smile. “Lookin’ sharp, boss lady.” He added, moving across the living room to slump down next to Sodapop on the couch, who instantly waved at you with a wide grin on his face. You smoothed your hands down on the material of your crisp button up shirt, smiling softly as you searched around the living room. Because of all these boys, there was only one you were looking for.
Your heels were loud on the wooden floor as you walked towards the living room, but they were nowhere near as loud as the boys were, jokingly arguing about something irrelevant just to keep themselves entertained. The crammed kitchen was stacked with dirty dishes, and cleaning them with his back turned to you was the one and only Darrel Curtis. Darry was so lost in his mind as he washed the dishes that he didn’t hear your entrance, nor felt your presence behind him. You took a couple of steps forward, gently placing your hands on his waist before letting them slide to his front, wrapping your arms around him.
Darry jumped in surprise, but he eased into your touch as you pressed yourself against his back, leaning up to press a kiss to the side of his neck that wasn’t hidden away by his hair. “Hi honey.”
“Hi Dar.” You said, smile audible in your words as you pressed your cheek to his shoulder. “Leave the dishes for a second? I’ll do them later, I promise.”
Darry placed a plate back into the sink, stepping back and wiping his hands on a towel to dry them. He turned around, showing you the beautiful smile on his face, bringing his hands down to your hips and giving them a gentle squeeze. He wouldn't leave the chores for anyone in this house but you despite knowing fully well that when you'll try to do them later, he won't let you. Darry leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. When his lips separated from yours, he began tugging you towards the living room by the hand, but you stopped in the hallway, keeping your stance firm on the ground. Darry turned to look at you curiously, hand still in yours, tilting his head to the side.
“Can I actually speak to you for a minute? Privately?” Steve whistled loudly, a cackle leaving him as he called “Dad’s in trouble!”
Darry’s face flushed darkly at the sudden attention, furrowing his eyebrows to mask his humiliation. Pony and Johnny both glanced up curiously as you tugged Darry towards you. He succumbed to the plea, following your lead into his bedroom. You shut the door behind you, and Darry’s eyes widened.
The only time that door was ever closed was when you had sex, or you were about to rip his head off.
But then you turned around to face him, and Darry saw the look on your face.
Oh.
Darry stumbled back when you launched yourself at him, slamming your lips against his as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders. Darry sighed in the kiss, his hands coming up to caress your waist softly. “Gave me half a heart attack, but all you wanted was some love, huh?”
“I need you so bad Dar.” You whispered into the kiss as Darry lifted you up, carrying you over to his bed. You pushed him off you, kicking your heels off then scrambling up and pushing him down onto the mattress. Darry chuckled at your eagerness, letting you mount him, his laugh turning into a surprised moan as you pressed your weight down onto him.
“Need you so bad.” You repeated in between kisses to his jaw and neck as you rolled your hips down onto his. Darry placed a hand on the nape of your neck, bringing you closer so he could kiss you again. When your lips were finally on his, mouth parted so his tongue could eagerly lick into your mouth, Darry’s hands travelled down to your pencil skirt, unzipping it and attempting to slide it off.
Lips still connected to Darry’s, you shuffled on top of him so you could kick your skirt off, your panties following immediately after.
Parting your lips from Darry’s with a loud gasp for air, you began messing with his belt so you could free him from the confines of his trousers. Darry helped you with the task, lifting his hips off the mattress so he could lower his trousers down to his thighs. You giggled at the sight of Darry’s cock, quickly becoming hard in your hand as you wrapped your fingers around him, tip growing wet with precum. You stroked him once, twice before lining him up with your entrance. But before you could sink down onto his cock, Darry gripped your hips tightly, halting your movements. You huffed, trying to fight his tight hold on you, but Darry tutted quietly, telling you “You’ve got to be quiet, remember? Otherwise everyone in the house’ll hear ya. Okay?”
You nodded, wiggling your hips again, but Darry only chuckled this time, lifting you up higher. “Words, honey.”
“I’ll be quiet, Darry, I promise.”
Darry lowered you down onto him, and you immediately hit your lip, eyes shutting tightly as you attempted not to make any sounds. Darry threw his head back, letting it bang onto the headboard behind him as he groaned. You cupped his jaw as you began moving up and down on him, lowering your face down so you could kiss him. Darry kept your hips snug against his, lips moving against yours as he began bucking his hips up into you, feet firmly planted on his mattress.
You whimpered against Darry’s lips, breaking the kiss to dig your face into the crook of his neck.
“Did you have dinner?” Darry asked, and despite the intense pleasure coursing through your veins, you managed a small laugh. You shook your head against the skin of his neck.
Darry wrapped an arm around your back, forcing your chest to his, and he rolled you over, landing himself on top of you. “I’ll make you something.” He promised, planting each hand on the mattress on either side of your face, his knees digging into the bed as he began thrusting into you — deeper, harder, faster. Your back arched against the bed as Darry let his head hang down, attaching his lips to your neck.
“Oh God, Darry!” You moaned, thighs locking around your boyfriend’s waist, your mouth dipping open in a pleasured gasp as Darry brought a hand up to fondle your breast, still covered by your button up.
You squeaked as he pinched your nipple through the fabric, unable to help the moan at escaped your lips, but Darry shook his head at you with a teasing smile. “Darlin’, I thought you made me a promise.” Darry asked, bringing a hand up to brush away the sweat from your forehead.
“Give me a kiss. Please.” You begged, ignoring Darry’s teasing scold. “Will it make you quiet?” He asked, waiting for you to nod before pressing his lips to yours. You rolled your hips up to meet Darry’s bruising thrusts, whining loudly in the kiss as Darry brought a hand up to delve between your spread legs, pressing his thumb onto your clit harshly. He listened to the hitch of your breath, grunting in the kiss when he felt your walls tighten around his dick, rubbing your clit under his rough fingertips.
Darry parted from your lips, panting heavily as his hips jerked unstably inside you. You threaded a hand through Darry’s greased up hair, tugging it harshly to pull him off your lips. Darry moaned loudly at the stinging pain in his scalp, whimpering quietly in your ear when you soothed the pain by gently massaging him by scratching your nails into his head.
“I’m so close, Darry. Please, please let me cum.”
“Oh god.” He breathed out, fingers increasing their pace on your sensitive clit. “Cum with me.” He pleaded, sloppily catching your bottom lip and the skin below into a kiss. You guided his head higher up so you could properly kiss him, his tongue moving lazily against yours. Your moans were swallowed by the kiss, muffled yet still loud as you both finally reached your highs. Darry’s hips stuttered inside you, spilling his load into you and you arched your back off the mattress, pressing your chest into his as your pussy fluttered around his cock, your orgasm tearing through you.
Darry groaned, slumping his weight onto you in exhaustion. You sighed, legs shaking as you folded your knees up, feet planting on the mattress. “Pasta?” Darry asked, and you laughed breathily, digging your head into his pillow. “Eggs?” Darry pushed himself off you, dragging his softening dick out of you. He dropped himself back onto you, fingers dipping under your shirt and drawing shapes onto your skin as he dug his head into the dip of your neck. “Whatever you want, I’ll make it.”
You patted Darry’s back, his shirt clinging wetly to his sweaty skin. “I love you, baby.” You said, dipping your head down to press a kiss to Darry’s temple. “I love you more.”
You scoffed, watching as Darry pushed himself up off the bed. He offered you his hands, pulling you up with him. “Shower now or tomorrow morning?” Darry asked, opening his closet to reach for some of the spare pyjamas you’d left here.
He handed them over to you, grabbing his towel from the back of his desk chair and offering it to you once you finally had your skirt back on. Darry tucked himself back into his trousers, doing a once over of both your messy appearances before finally opening the door.
The reaction was instant from the boys as you walked out of the room. Dallas raised his eyebrows as you made your way to the bathroom, Darry continuing on towards the kitchen. “Good talk, was it?” Dally commented from across the room, causing Two-Bit to cover a laugh with a cough. Soda grinned, leaning back into the couch’s pillows. Ponyboy and Johnny were now sat on the floor in front of the television, but they both quickly glanced towards you with flustered expressions.
“Yeah, it was a good talk.” You replied, squinting at the boy. Steve sucked on the end of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air as he pondered out loud “Yeah, heard something. What was it? Oh god Darry?” He asked with a monotone voice, causing Two-Bit to grin widely.
Despite knowing exactly what was coming, you leaned against the doorway of the bathroom, making eye contact with Darry, who stood with the carton of eggs in his hands. “No, no,” Two-Bit started, causing amused grins to scatter around the room. “It was: OH GOD, DARRY!” The animatedly high pitched tone of Two-Bit’s loud moan had you rolling your eyes and walking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.
Darry, through rosy cheeks, managed to plant an angry look on his face, sternly saying “You can walk yourself right out of my house if you’re gonna make fun of my lady, Keith.”
“No, it’s alright, I’ll make fun of you too.” Two-Bit jumped off the couch when he saw Darry place the carton of eggs down, chasing the boy around the living room. Loud laughs were heard as Two-Bit squealed, Darry’s arms wrapping around the front of Two-Bit's chest to force him onto the ground. Darry moved his arms to lock Two-Bit’s head in a chokehold, scoffing as he watched the boy's mouth part in a poor attempt to gasp for air. Two-Bit fought for freedom in Darry’s arms, but your boyfriend only let go of the poor boy when Dallas asked “That how you hold your lady in bed, Darry?”
The look on Darry’s face had Dally racing out the front door with a fearful laugh.
By the time you were done with your shower, the dinner Darry had prepared for you was laid out neatly on the dining table. He switched places with you, heading to the shower, but you were pleased to find that despite the fact that all the boys in the room looked incredibly amused with you, teasing looks on their faces, none of them said anything.
It was only when Darry came out of the shower, towel loosely wrapped around his hips, that the teasing started again. Darry barely had the chance to come stand behind you, wrapping his arms over your shoulders and kissing your cheek, when Soda cried “Save that for your next conversation!”
