#greaser

*proceeds to beg on hands and knees*/j

NSFW Darry Curtis HCs

Darrel Curtis x Reader

Warnings: NSFW content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

Author’s Note: Yes, yes!! Keep begging- Darry is super into that! 😼I tried to make majority of them gender neutral, but I guess you could say a few of them aren’t. I hope you all enjoy!! 🫶🏼

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Dallas Winston x Cheerleader-reader!

Summary: Dallas watches from the sidelines seeing flicking up your skirt, and winking at him while you’re out on the field cheering in your little uniform and pigtails plopped on both sides of your head. After winning the game you both see each other at a party and head to a private room where Dallas can use those pigtails to his own pleasure

WARNINGS: hair pulling, degradation, semi-public sex, spitting, fingering, rough sex, cussing, alcohol, p in v

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Dallas didn't know how he got dragged to this stupid football game with Sodapop and Steve, but here he was, standing by the stands; a smoke in hand, and leather on his back, sending dirty looks to every little kid that ran near him.

Loud boisterous cheers echoed in the stands from rowdy teenagers and jeering parents. Popcorn, candy wrappers, and empty cups littered the crevices of the flimsy metal.

The score was Home 16, Guest 10, nearing the end of the second quarter and close to halftime.

Upon arriving, Steve and Soda had found their girlfriends and were currently in a very long line to the concession stands, and probably wouldn't be getting back until the start of the third quarter by the way the line was moving.

The stadium lights buzzed brightly like an alien spaceship against the pitch-black sky. The cool air was crisp and bleak in that late-night, fall weather. Cheers erupted loud as another point was scored, helmets clashed, pomp pomp's thrown up in the air.

His gaze got caught by the sparkling forms of bodies in front of the stands, behind the fence guarding the field from the watchers. The high school cheerleaders with their pompoms in hand and short-cutting uniforms way too short to be appropriate.

It was definitely a sight to see, much more interesting than whatever was happening on the field.

"Let's Go Warriors!" The loud girlish cheers erupted, somersaults flying in the air with the sound of claps and stomps echoing off the black top track. They were all high ponies and sweet smiles, staring at the crowd.

Dallas gazed drifted through them, catching sight of you, a pretty little cheerleader staring dazzlingly at the crowd; tiny pink uniform, short skirt, glossy lip gloss, two little pigtails on the back of your head.

You were the type of girl that everyone liked, that all the guys wanted a piece of. You were the pinnacle of that popular rich soc girl who got good grades, had lots of friends, and went to beer blasts on Friday nights.

He continued watching you cheer and stand there while the game went on, looking all pretty and perfect. Dallas immediately wondered how loud he could get you for him, seeing you shout those cheer chants. He bet he could make your moans bounce and tremble off the walls.

The whistles blew, the timer setting to zero. A soft pause came over everything. People shuffled off the stands to use the bathroom, or grab something from concessions. Dallas snuffed out his cigarette that had now smoked down to the bud, all he could taste from it was ash and the taste of burnt trash.

All of a sudden a heavy arm slung around his shoulders, "Dally my man, god did you see that line we were in? Was fucking slower than watching paint dry!" It was Steve; Soda was beside him with Sandy, and Evie was staggering behind Steve.

"Yeah, bout time. About thought you guys went up and hopped over to Canada."

Steve bellowed an ugly and belting laugh, "I bet we could've gone to Canada and come back before it'd be our turn to order."

Out on the field, the football players were huddled up in a circle as the coaches went over the rest of the game plan for the second half of the game. While in the middle of the field, the cheerleaders assembled in formation as music began bellowing out from the speakers above.

"Oooh half-time show, my favorite," They all moved up to the gate with a clear view of the sight on the field.

As the performance played out, the crowd peering in, watching the way the girls flipped in the air like batons. Pyramids with girls being thrown up in the air that gave your heart a little jolt. It was mesmerizing the way they tossed, turned, twirled, and kicked in the air. 

Dallas leaned up against the fence watching the way those pigtails swished, side to side. A big bright smile on that pretty face with big battering lashes that kept drifting his way. A small cheeky smile crept up as you bit your bottom lip at the corner and winked at him.

His eyes narrowed, glancing at both Soda and Steve. Dallas, however arrogant was checking to make sure it was surely him that winked at him. Soda and Steve were engrossed in talk with their girlfriends, just barely paying attention to the cheerleaders on the field.

He looked back up and you turned your face away, red, bashful, and blushing. He huffed under his breath, the corners of his lips curving up.

Well ain't that a sight to see

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On the west side of town, the big brick house that was notorious for beer blasts was hosting yet again another party for winning the game, blasting loud music so loud you could hear it from across two streets. Everywhere there were little cups with alcohol, and people crammed in tightly next to each other like a can of sardines.

Steve and Soda were somewhere else as Dallas stood, leaning up against the wall drinking some room temperature beer, sharing a cigarette with another fellow greaser that had no business along with Dallas at a soc beer blast.

It wasn't long before he saw you walk into the party with that stupid slutty little cheerleader outfit still on, seriously how does the school approve of those (not that Dallas was complaining at all)

He watched as you greeted each one of your friends in a commotion of giggles, and talking over each other like you all didn't see each other not even an hour ago.

He stalked to the kitchen to get another drink, for his had run low and couldn't bear take another sip of warm beer. He popped open the cooler, grabbing a beer out of the ice, then heard soft patters of footsteps drawing near to the kitchen.

As he cracked open his beer he saw you swing around the corner. Pigtails bopping behind you as you went to get a drink from the cooler, not yet noticing him. He stared unabashedly as you bent down, skirt riding up along your thighs, showing the lines of your tiny shorts underneath.

"Good cheering out there."

You whipped around to the sound of the voice and your eyes went wide, "Oh-! Thank you!" Your cheeks burned red, your smile wide and dumb like a cheesy love-sick schoolgirl.

He snickered, closely eyeing you up and down painfully slow, noticing the way you had your tits pressed together, and pushed up, your skirt rolled up at the hem, falling just below where your ass started so that every time you moved people could see a great picture of it.

What an attention-seeking whore.

"Can't believe the school lets you wear those uniforms," he said slyly, taking a sip of his beer, keeping his eyes on you over the rim of the bottle to watch the way you squirmed under his gaze.

You laughed nervously, embarrassment flushing bright in your face, "Yeah, they're pretty short. Hard to keep everything covered when you're flipping through the air."

"Tch, I bet." He moved closer, hand tightening around the beer bottle, and eyes tracing lazily around your figure. You couldn't help but notice his deep brown eyes, his structured face, and his arrogant charming wick. You of course knew who he was, everyone did. You had only seen him a distance away, that's how you kept yourself from him. He was bad news, a player, and you knew if you got close then you'd instantly be wrapped right into him like a trap door.

He loomed over you, his brood stance intimidating with his gaze peering down like you were a piece of fresh meat to be devoured. A predator stalking his prey.

"You got a boyfriend, doll?"

Cheekily you smiled and shook your head like some dumb stuck puppy, looking up at him through thick lashes. The heat between your legs burned and you could feel your panties stick to your slick folds. You rubbed your thighs together, biting your lip trying not to ask him to take you right there on the kitchen counter.

He smiled widely and wicked giving a little hum at the base of his throat, as he had just landed right on home base. His dick grew tight in his pants, looking down at your lustful stare like a hungry bunny.

Your eyes drifted down to his growing erection, and his to your thighs pressed tight together, and together you both swept into the crowd on the search for an empty unoccupied room.

You and Dallas found an empty room in the back of the house along a long hallway. Some guest bedroom that hadn't been found, yet by other horny teenagers.

The door lock clicked shut and clothes came peeling off like a firework, wasting no time at all. Dallas climbed on top of you as you lay on your back, skirt and undershorts shoved halfway down your thighs. Shirt and bra lying strewn across the floor along with Dallas's jacket and white t-shirt.

He kissed your neck, hungrily. Going from your lips, to your jaw, and back up to that sweet spot behind your ear that made you let out a sharp moan.

He smirked against your soft dewy skin, smelling of the crisp fall air and Budweiser beer. His body on top of yours, skin to skin you inhaled his scent, leather, cigarettes, and a deep woody cologne that went straight to the coil in your stomach.

You had your occasional hookups and flings with guys before, mostly socs and jocks, but Dallas was unlike anything else. Maybe that's what attracted you to him, the bad boy persona, the grease, the rebellion, the leather, and switchblades; specifically that dark and dangerous look in his eyes. God no wonder he had a new girl every week, he was practically making your knees buckle from just talking to you in the kitchen.

He pulled your soaked panties down, letting them dangle off your foot as he pushed your legs wide open to take a look at the sight down below.

The most arrogant and shit-eating smirk spread across his face, and he hummed, pleased with what he saw like dinner had just been served right up on his plate.

He ran two thick fingers down your slick slit, "God you're fucking soaked," he laughed a loud humiliating, and demeaning laugh at how easily wet you were just by him.

"You must've really wanted it, didn't you?" You shivered at his touch, letting out a pathetic little whine when he pressed his thumb against your clit.

He continued pressing harder against your slit, until instinctively you bucked your hips up. Your body greedily and eagerly wanted more.

"You're a greedy little whore aren't ya?" He firmly grabbed your face, grinning down at you with a full mouth of teeth smiling back at you.

You smiled and batted your eyelashes loving the way he talked to you like you really were nothing more than a whore. He then plunged two fingers into your seeping wet hole, making your face twist and turn.

"Mm, yeah you...so fuckin' tight too. None of those big football jocks fuck you good enough to stretch out this pretty pussy?"

He pumped his fingers in and out soaking with fingers with your slick, pressing his thumb hard against your clit making you squirm, "Ngh- n-no..."

"No?"

You shook your head, a little pout forming at your lips, remembering all the different guys you had let in and barely satisfy you. Dallas chuckled at your pitiful pouty expression and plunged his tongue into your mouth. Making those sweet plump lips all glossy with saliva.

"Don't worry doll, I'll fuck you so good you won't ever remember those other guys," he removed his fingers and put them to your lips. You opened your mouth obediently and licked his fingers, lapping your tongue around the tips of his fingers tasting the salty tang of your juices. You sucked till the rim of your mouth hit his, while remaining eye contact with him through hazy eyes.

"Who knew a goodie two-shoes cheerleader could be so dirty," he licked his lips and kissed your neck, roughly leaving small bite marks and hickeys down your neck.

You continued sucking his fingers, the bare air hitting your pussy, sending small shivers up you from the neglect. You desperately clenched around the cold air, trying to grasp at any sense of pleasure. Your hips humped into the bed, grinding your ass against the sheets to get some friction and loosen that tight-tight coil in your stomach.

Dallas removes his fingers from your mouth with a pop! dragging his fingertips down your chin, and grabbing your jaw firmly, "Open your mouth."

Subsequently, you open your mouth wide, jaw stretching against his big rough hand. He spits into your mouth, making you choke on the heavy gallop of spit that goes down your throat.

"Swallow that."

He watches the movement of the small apple of your throat as you swallow his spit, his dick growing even harder from just seeing you swallow it.

His eyes danced all over your body, looking at the view underneath him. Flushed and twitching with need just for him, making his ego skyrocket into the air.

"You wanna cum on my fingers, or do you think you're ready to take it?"

Perhaps you were biting off more than you could chew, but you nodded and hummed eager for more, "I can take it."

Without another word He unbuckled his belt, sliding jeans and boxers to the floor as his cock sprang out, flushed and pink, tip leaking with pre-cum. The knot in your stomach sharply tightened, making you ache; he was big. Thick and long, and you realized that you were about to eat your words like it was breakfast.

"You ain't scared are ya?"

"No," you said affirmatively as your eyes couldn't help but trail back to his hard flushed cock, waiting to sink into you.

He didn't ease in, he pushed in hot and fast, ripping through you like it could tear you right in half. You let out a loud choked gasp, fingers clutching at the sheets underneath you, "Ah-o fuck!"

"Mm...she's fucking tight-" he hooked his hands at the back of your knees, pushing your legs back to your chest to set in full view of his dick engulfed in your slicking wet pussy.

He sank in further making your body coil together, withering and whining as your walls flutter around him. He bottoms out in you, pressed to the hilt, balls pressed to your ass,  feeling the full burn and stretch of his dick with the cramped position he had you in. It was overwhelming, hot, stuffy, and pleasure surrounded you like a hot compressed room.

"Shit-" you let out a breathless chuckle, chest fluttering at the heaviness of him pulsating inside your tight walls.

After burying himself inside he begins to move fast, and roughly. Each thrust rippled through you like a wave so powerful it sends you to pure ecstasy. You gasped trying to get in air, but each one of his thrusts deprives you of it. Pleasure floods through as the pain subsides. A big grin spread across your face, never before had anyone fucked you like this. Never had you felt pleasure like this, mind-dizzying and back-arching pleasure.

"You like that, slut?"

"Mhm!" You nodded, gripping onto his biceps and shoulders as he digs into your hips, bringing them down forcefully to meet his thrusts.

The bass of the music thumped deep in the base of the house, chatters and talk echoing through the walls along with your progressively louder moans and wet smacking sounds of skin on skin.

If it weren't for the loud music, god this whole house would be hearing the sounds of you two fucking. Your nails dig into his shoulders and back, making beautiful paintings of red and pink claw marks that later Dallas will brag about to the guys at Bucks about how fucked that a little soc cheerleader at the football game after party last weekend.

He grinded deep into your pussy, hitting that sweet spot just right, making your toes curl, and your back arch, letting out a sob of pleasure.

"That's the spot doll? He murmured low in your ear.

"Ye-yes," you let out a choked ragid groan from deep within your chest. He hit that sweet spot over and over, increasing his pace, burying himself deep and rough inside. Pulling himself out to the tip then slamming back into you, making your tits bounce up and down every time your hips meet his.

He took your knees and spread them farther apart, and pressed them snug against your chest so that he can reach in further inside your guts, "Mm...yeah that's fuckin it. Probably gonna cum soon aren't ya?"

"Uh huh-" heat was building throughout you, your head, your chest, your legs, your stomach. You could feel it everywhere, climbing up to the tip of blissful climax. Walls fluttering, clamping down on him, tasting the state of bliss right on your tongue.

But before you could he quickly pulled out, and flipped you onto your stomach, "Raise your ass."

Following his orders you raised your ass, back arched, lip caught between your teeth as he rubbed his fat tip against your swollen pussy lips.

"Fu-" he grabbed your hips, angling them to his hips, and plunged into your soaking mess with a loud quench, fluids leaking down your thighs.

Hands firmly planted on your hips he rocked you back and forth on his dick like a toy, building back that pleasure that was chasing you just a moment ago. From behind, you could feel everything more intensely; his dick stretching you wider, hitting right against your cervix like he was reaching into your stomach.

"S-shit-"

His fingers dug into your flesh, forming little red marks that'll show purple in the morning. Building back up that pleasure he slams you onto his cock over and over, sending your legs into little quivers and shivers, barely able to hold yourself up.

Suddenly, you felt a strong tug on your pigtails, your neck and back straining into an arch against the pull. He had watched from behind as those cute pigtails in your hair swung back and forth, looking so eager to be pulled, and just couldn't help himself any longer. He yanked hard on your hair, using those pigtails as handlebars while he fucked you with a threatening pace to make you cry.

"F-fu-fuc!"

That arch in your back, the protrusion of your stomach made him reach deeper inside of you, pressing little kisses to your cervix.

Little grunts he huffed under his breath, "Wanna hear you get as loud as you were cheering on that field. Wanna make this whole goddamn party hear how good I'm fuckin this pussy."

Sweet lines of sweat beaded from his forehead, alcohol in whiffs on his breath, veins bulging out from his arms with his grip tight on the base of your hair.

You cried out, moans echoing from the base of your throat as his thrusts started to become faster and sloppier, signaling he was nearing his climax, as were you.

"Mmmngh- I'm go-gonna cum," the words vibrated against your throat as you felt that tight coil in your stomach tighten and the rising heat boil over.

"Good, wanna hear you scream when you cum," His hips grind against your ass, his hands still gripping tightly around your pigtails, tugging on them hard, making your head light and dizzy. White speckles of light swarmed in the corners of your eyes, pupils blown out and tears glistening on the beds of your waterline. With trembling thighs desperately wanting to buckle, cunt greedily swallowing him whole like it can't get enough, you clamp down on him hard, making him let out a deep groan. Dick stuttering inside you, twitching like it had a heartbeat of its own.

"Fuck- gonna-cum too."

His hips never stop pounding into you, never changing pace until that sweet spot of bliss gets breached and breaks into a chaos of pleasure. You moan a loud pornographic moan as a high wave crashes over you, swallowing you whole like the deep ocean. Cum pools around the base of Dallas's cock, dripping out of you and down the back of your thighs.

He whistles, and tightens his grip on your hair, "Wha-wat a dirt-y fuc-fucking mess."

His hips stutter and twitch, pulsing a few more thrusts, one—two—three, and quickly pulls out, groaning deep and shallow as he pumps his cock with your cum, and releases all over your backside in white ropes of cum.

You lie there on the bed, boneless and glowing from the high tide of your climax with your legs twitching, and cunt throbbing. You look over your shoulder at Dallas, sweat sliding down his happy trail. His shoulders heave up and down as he takes in short fast breaths.

He looked down at you, an arrogant smile plastered on his face seeing your limp and helpless body completely dumb and fucked out.

He searched the room for a towel, finding one he cleans the cum off your ass that he painted like a canvas, and himself, tossing the towel aside; neglecting your own mess between your legs as a reminder of how good he made you feel.

You both quickly dress, putting back on your uniform, tightening your pigtails as they had come undone. Dallas slips on his jacket and shoes, buttoning his pants back up. The room reeked of sex, the bedsheets disheveled and tangled, and the cum covered towel was lying limp on the floor.

You both sneak out of the room, leaving it vacant behind you. In the dark hallway Dallas grabs your waist and hauls you to his chest, the smell of sweat and musk clinging onto him, "You gonna be cheering at the next game?" In the dark he stands as a single black silhouette, the only thing showing in the light is his metallic skull ring on his hand and teeth.

"Yeah."

He taps your chin, pining your eyes to him, "Meet me behind the bleachers when you're done cheering. Think you can remember that doll?"

You smile keenly, "I can remember that."

"Good. See ya later," He taps your ass, cupping your pussy under your skirt feeling your wet fucked out cunt completely soaking your panties. He chuckles; that chuckle drifting like a whiff of smoke as it glides down the hall.

You return to the party, regrouping with your friends like nothing had happened. Like your head wasn't fuzzy, your legs not still shaking, and your panties not coated with cum.

While the music thrummed and the drinks flowed back in, your focus wavered from the life in front of you to the thought of the upcoming game. The field. Friday night lights. Cheering on the team. Excitement, breaching before you. And Dallas back between your thighs.