#theoutsiders

Is done tryna please you

Was damned from the beginning

Is Really a mess

Worries himself to sleep

warnings: smut duh

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Johnny was carving little shapes into a chunk of firewood he’d found earlier, tongue peeking out in concentration, brows furrowed together. You kept glancing between the page and him, pulse quickening with each look.

Your thighs pressed together on instinct. You felt your heartbeat thudding somewhere deep and low. Places it really shouldn’t have been thudding while reading Of Mice and Men. He was your boyfriend, and yet you still felt embarrassed by how badly you wanted him. But you were ovulating, and everything about him tonight was making you ache.

You told yourself to look away, to focus on the words on the page. But when he shifted, stretching out with a soft little sigh, that was it. You leaned over and kissed him. Quick, desperate, and overwhelming.

Johnny froze under you, lips parted in surprise. But when you whimpered softly, needing more, he relaxed. His hands rose hesitantly to your waist, like he wasn’t sure he had permission. When you deepened the kiss, he gave in completely. Melting into it with that gentle, nervous sweetness that was so him.

You pulled back a bit to look at him. His cheeks were flushed, lips slightly swollen, eyes glassy and wide.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” you whispered.

“You didn’t,” he said quickly, voice soft. “Just… wasn’t expecting it.”

He leaned back in, kissing you again. Slower this time, like he wanted to get it right. His hands rested lightly at your hips, barely there. The humidity wrapped around you both, thick and clinging, and suddenly the idea of staying outside felt unbearable.

“You wanna come inside?” you asked, keeping your tone casual, even though your heart was racing.

Johnny looked toward the house, then back at you. “If it’s alright with you.”

You nodded and stood, taking his hand without another word. Your fingers stayed intertwined all the way to your room. Once the door clicked shut behind you, the tension snapped like a rubber band.

You barely made it to the bed before you were kissing again, deeper now, with more need. His hands slipped under your shirt, pausing to meet your eyes.

“Is this okay?” he murmured.

You nodded.

He lifted your shirt gently, like it might tear if he rushed. You tugged his off next, fingertips brushing along his ribs, and then your hand moved to the waistband of his jeans. When your eyes met his, you didn’t need words. He just nodded, cheeks bright red, breathing uneven.

You undid his jeans while he reached around to unclasp your bra, letting it fall. His hand cupped one breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as his lips found the other, kissing and sucking in a way that had your head spinning. You gasped, fingers threading through his hair, and he groaned against your skin.

Then his hand slipped into your shorts, rubbing slow circles over your clothed clit. You couldn’t hold in the moan that escaped.

“You’re already soaked, baby,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. He slid your panties down and tossed them aside, then stepped out of his boxers.

You couldn’t help but stare for a second—his length hard and flushed, resting against his stomach. Your breath caught.

Johnny kissed your neck softly, biting down just enough to make you shiver. You felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, sliding up and down your slit before slowly pushing in.

The stretch made you gasp, but the pleasure followed quickly. He moved slowly, before picking up the pace. Holding your hips like you might disappear, whispering soft things into your ear.

“You’re doin’ so good, sweetheart,” he murmured, eyes scrunched in concentration as he began to thrust deeper. “You feel so good.”

Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, your nails digging lightly into his back to leave small crescent shape indents as the pressure built.

“I’m close,” you whimpered, barely able to form words.

“Me too, baby. You can let go. I’m right here.”

Your climax hit hard, body trembling, breath caught, everything tightening before unraveling completely. Johnny followed seconds later with a low moan, spilling into you with a few final, shaky thrusts before collapsing against your chest, breathless.

“I love you,”

“Love ya more,” he responds, kissing your cheek before falling dead asleep.

- ponyboy has “almost—red hair.”

- johnny can’t say “boo to a goose.”

- ponyboy owes johnny 150$ from poker while they were in the church

- just a HILARIOUS quote “sent from heaven? had he gotten a good look at dallas?” ponyboy micheal curtis is hilarious and i don’t wanna hear anything else

- ponyboy isn’t like his parents, but his brothers are

- the curtis and shepard gang have a weird whistle that means “who’s there?” and people don’t talk about it enough

- dally called ponyboy “sleeping beauty.”

- soda’s letter to ponyboy had so many spelling and grammatical mistakes.

- dally had stubble when he went to get ponyboy and johnny “a stubble of colorless beard.”

- johnny’s crazy about drag races.

- dally thinks everything was cherry’s fault.

- dally has a cousin that lives in the area of the church, and told him it’d make a good hiding spot.

- johnny has a “deathly fear of cops.”

- jerry was too fat to climb through the church’s window.

- johnny was having fun in the church.

- soda wouldn’t quit messing with the reporters, he stole their hats and cameras, and even grabbed a cops gun.

- if johnny survived, he would’ve been crippled.

- two-bit’s mom said they should lock the door because of burglars, but darry just flexed his arms in response.

- two-bit was cleaning eggs off the floor after he knocked them off ponyboy’s pan.

- johnny would’ve been charged with manslaughter.

- soda went into darry’s closet to grab his jeans, and steve followed him in. apparently, “in a second, there was the general racket of a pillow fight.”

- two-bit’s mom is just like two-bit, except she isn’t lazy.

- randy’s thinking of leaving town.

- johnny and his mom look exactly the same, with black hair and big black eyes.

- the only difference is johnny has “fearful and sensitive” eyes, while her’s are “cheap and hard.”

- dallas looked out the window instead of at two-bit and ponyboy when he asked about johnny

- cherry had her hair up and she was wearing a ski jacket when she went to go meet the greasers.

- tim shepard has curly black hair and “smoldering” dark-blue eyes. he also has a scar from temple to chin because a “tramp” hit him with a broken soda bottle.

- tim accidentally stepped on ponyboy during the rumble.

- all johnny had ever wanted was for dallas to be proud of him.

- bob had the same smile as soda.

- greasers don’t eat in the school cafeteria.

- curly fell off from a telephone poll and he broke his arm. the face curly made was the same as sodapop’s when darry and ponyboy were fighting.