#darrel curtis x reader lemon

[oppositeurmama]

fucked me so good i almost said i love you. (Darrel curtis x virgin!reader)

Summary; Darrel curtis is your boyfriend of six months and, after the rumble, your finally ready to give him what he deserves.

Warnings; Smut, swearing, angst, fluff. Ya know the drill :)

Pairings; darrel curtis x reader

His knuckles are bruised and bloody, lip swollen and split. It’s hot and humid outside, sweat dribbling down pert breasts and making your chest heave, breaths laboured. You're barely inside the house when he slams the door shut and, silent and staring with those steely grey eyes, he drags you into the bedroom. His room is small, stuffy and cramped but he has a double bed. The mattress springs creak at night. You tug off his leather jacket, streaked with blood and dirt and hot summer rain. Darrel grunts with pain when his knuckles brush the fabric and then, taking his hands in your own, you kiss the bruised flesh. He softens. “Oh, darling.”

His black t-shirt is wet. He peels it off quickly and you help him, tearing away the damp cotton and he hisses when the air hits his skin. You want to clean him up first but he won’t let you. Darrel swallows down words and his toned torso tenses when you rest on his belt, slowly unbuckling. “You sure?”

You pull him down to kiss you and he threads his fingers through your blue belt loops, tugging you closer. Your cheeks are flushed red, matching the blood on his knuckles, the blood trickling from his nose. He’s so big and tall, everywhere is just muscle and tanned skin and him, all of him before you. And your ready, really ready for him now. “Here, let me . . .” His big hands tug down the denim and then he’s in his boxers, with you still dressed. 

He’s determined and focused. He’s gentle, hands were wandering, his lips never leaving yours. His teeth caught your lips, one of his hands reaching back to grab your ass and squeeze. “Darrel!” You squeal, laughing.  He picks you up, tears off your t-shirt that’s too wet to be modest. It’s clinging and he’s clumsy, but its too tender to not be enjoyable. Darrel peels off your jeans, kissing your thigh while he goes down. He knelt between your legs, his hands on your knees at his sides, his eyes going from your face to your chest, to your stomach and lower. 

You let his hands explore, feel skin and warmth radiating. He's still kneeling, your legs now around his thighs. His cock is hard, heavy and hot. He smirked and lifts you up, placing you down on the mattress that creaks, sagging into the springs. One hand stroked down your side, your stomach, before coming to rest with its thumb on your clit. “Oh, darling.” He sighs as his thumb circles your clit, rubbing gently. He goes lower, hot kisses pressed against stomach and hips and finally . . . yeah, down there. He’s hungry, licking his lips and chuckling.

 His mouth on your cunt made you writhe. “Darrel! Can you just . . .” Your heart was beating so hard you figured it would burst and you’d crumple, utter putty in his hands. “Shh baby.” He murmured and you clapped a hand over your mouth. It was dirty and your hips jolted forwards, shifting uncomfortably when he pushed a finger in. “Shit, fuck, wait a minute-”

“You alright?” Darrel questions, furrowing his brows. He frowns and waits until you sink back down into the mattress. “You ready darlin’?”

You threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled, toes curling. He licked you, his tongue drawing patterns over your sensitive clit. His finger dragged out, and you wriggled your hips. He held your hip down and chuckled when you whined. He licked up your slit in one quick movement and you, tugged him closer, crying out. warmth pooled and little tendrils of pleasure permeated the air. 

“Yeah, that’s it. Gonna get you nice and wet for my cock.” He snarled, fucking you with his tongue, making you see stars. He leaned up onto his elbow, smiling at you as he slipped a finger inside. “Fuck, you look so pretty right now.” and then there was two, and he was doing it too fast and too rough. you came, biting the palm of your hand, chest heaving and toes curling and back arched into an S. he was crawling back over you and brushed your hair from your face, brows knitting together as he frowned. “You alright?”

“I’m fine. great, actually.” You giggled, still panting. He cupped your face with one hand and kissed you, gentle as ever. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pushed open your legs, grinning. You wrapped them around his trim waist, tracing his abdomen with your nail. he shivered and you smiled wickedly, “Ticklish?” 

Darrel cupped your jaw, lips pressed against yours and then the tip of your nose, your rosy cheeks. He held his cock in his hand and ran it along your slit. you tried not to dig your nails into his skin, afraid to hurt him but he angled you closer, gripping you by the hips and pulling you back down. Darrel slowly pushed inside, breathing heavy like he was the one taking it deep. He hissed when he sank in, balls deep. You writhed and, wrinkling your nose, he kissed you. “hey, hey. You're alright, baby.” and then he pushed the hair from your eyes. “That's my girl, that's it.”  and he started moving. It was agonizingly slow and you urged him on, arms tucking lazily over his burly shoulders, hip rolling clumsily.

“Darry . . .” You whined, and then he gripped your hips, keeping you in place. His eyes were on you as that familiar heat, that lovely heat that made you twitch and writhe and pant, began to build up. He hit a spot that made you shriek, pushing your ribcage upwards, breasts bouncing. “That nice?” he asked, eyebrow raised. Darrel chuckled and you shook when he trust, hard and fast and rough, into your dripping pussy. You felt totally out of control, inexperienced and clumsy and sloppy as his hips rolled down, pelvis teasing your clit. He cursed and swore and groaned, mouth next to ear, breath hot and heady. “Shit, that’s good. You gonna cum? Is that it? You gonna cum all over my fuckin’ cock?”

He manhandled you and you reached up, grinning and biting down on your lower lip with white teeth when you thread fingers through brown hair, ruffling it messily. He sniggered as you ran your hands down him, taut muscles, defined and hard and very impressive. Darrel leaned down, kissing you cruelly as his tongue explores your mouth. He tasted like blood but never cigarettes, and for that you love him. His stubble doesn’t scratch your cheek when you kiss him. He’s clean-shaven, big blue eyes, all wide grins. His hand grabbed roughly at your breast, kneading it and tweaking the rosy nipple with his thumb. You rolled your hips beneath him, clenched and he buckled, head bent as he groaned. “Fuck, your tight.” He cursed, eyes screwed shut. “best damn pussy I’ve had.” he spat, slamming into you. Darrel lets his cock fall out of your pussy and you scoot back, the sensation too sore. he slapped his dick against your clit, laughing. “Sensitive, are we?” He taunts as he flipped you over, onto your stomach. He drags you back a little, to your amusement, the astonished giggles slipping through swollen pink lips. 

“You’ve got such a nice ass, darling.” He said gruffly, though you could see him smiling when you looked over your shoulder. he ran his hand down your spine and, “Shame i’m gonna mark it up.” 

He slapped your ass and raised it, tucking his hand beneath your stomach, pushing your ass higher. Darrel took his other hand and pressed down, between your shoulder blades, so that you sank in the mattress, moans muffled and ass high in the air. He spat on your exposed pussy and then slapped it, making you shriek and dive into the mattress. “Not so fast.” He said sternly, pulling you back towards him, keeping you flushed against his hips. he slid in, pulling back slightly if only to thrust again even harder. he slapped your ass as he did it, cursing and throwing his head back as his other hand came around, slipping underneath you, to tweak at your clit. Darry worked you to a steady rise, smiling when you shook. His thrusts grew clumsy and he fucked you through the orgasm, “-Yeah, that’s it. Gonna fill you up, real nice.” 

When he eventually pulled out, your thighs were slick and sticky. Darrel let you slump into the mattress, murmuring gruff noises to yourself as he pulled you over to face him. he cuddled you close to his chest and put his arm around you, sweat beading his forehead. he kissed you tenderly and cupped your chin. “I didn’t hurt you, did i?” He questioned, and you sank sleepily into his arms. “yeah you did.” You murmured, burying your face in his chest. “-But i liked it.”

[oppositeurmama]

My boyfriends pretty cool (Dallas winston x reader)

A/n; I love the outsiders btw so do me a favour and write more fics bitchesssssss

summary; car sex with dallas winston ;)

pairings; Dallas x reader

Dallas likes danger. It calls to him like some strange siren and he can’t help but fall head over heels in love with it. he’s like a danger-magnet, if that makes sense. and you’ve always liked the bad boys, the ones who smoke cigarettes and like to drink and party ‘till they drop, the boys from the ‘bad’ side of town that fuck any girl they can, and the ones that you really should stay away from. You like danger, and Dallas likes you. But it scares you to hell when he drives. 

dally gets roadrage. he tries to keep calm and cool but he can’t, his brow furrows and he frowns, and he makes you light him another cigarette. He likes to touch when he drives at night, lazy hand over the steering wheel, cigarette hanging limply from his lip, the other hand tucked neatly between your thighs. His hand tightens over the steering wheel when he glances down appraisingly, brow raised when his other hand shifts your skirt up a little. 

“Dally!” You cry, swatting him away as you go pink. His jaw ticks and he presses your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently. His knuckles are white, translucent over bone. “C’mon baby.” he murmurs, leaning back against the seat. His hand delves deeper, spreading your legs. he’s a godawful tease. 

There’s something illicit though, about doing something like this at night and on the road. He’d a menace and the worst boy you could ever hope to dream of, but you really fuckin’ love him. you’ll bet he loves you too, even a little. he pulls over and you wanna cry to god, halleluja, fuck yeah! 

You hate when he drives like this, dangerous and disastrous and you know one day he’s gonna get himself hurt. He pulls over to the side of the road, the dusty single-track road, half-hidden in the shadows because no-one will see you. no one will see two dumbasses fuckin’ each other in the backseat of some car a delinquent fixed up, cigarette hanging from his lip.

He flicks the cigarette away. “C’mere darling.” He murmurs, smiling a little. he manhandles you, gripping you by the hips and pulling you onto his lap. He’s hard beneath the denim and you grind against his hips, as his knee comes up to wedge between your thighs, teasing you. “Oh, dally.” You sigh, kissing him. He laughs behind your hungry mouth and you grip at his brown hair, tugging him closer, teasing him like he does with you. it’s cramped and uncomfortable and it’s not so cold anymore, but you really wish dally would just hurry up.

His hands are on your ass and he squeezes it roughly, smacking one cheek as he sinks his teeth into your plush lower lip. “Someone's frustrated.” He grunts, hands tightening on your hips. You can’t even think of an insult back though. Dally chuckles cruelly and the drivers seat slides back, creaking as it does. You tumble forwards, moaning into his mouth when he gets his hand beneath your skirts, itching to take and to take, to give something back. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

Your eyelashes flutter, grinning when he slips a hand into your underwear, plain white cotton, nothing fancy. His thumb grazes your clit and you jolt towards him, as his hips buck. you grind on his fingers. “Needy little slut.” He spits, his words low and dirty and mean. “Couldn’t wait, could you?” 

his cock is hard against his stomach. He grips you by the waist and pulls you down onto his cock, brows furrowed, teeth catching your lip when you whine. He smooths the damp, sweaty hair from your eyes, thrusts his hips upward to make you kiss him back. You do, kiss him like it’ll kill you both if you don’t. 

“That’s it, baby.” His chest is heaving and he’s panting, head back against the leather head-rest, sighing and smiling, tasting like whiskey and cigarette smoke. His fingers stroke your clit in slow circles and you shiver. Dallas wraps his other arm around your waist, bringing you close. his cock hits that spot deep inside that makes your toes curl, and you can’t help but think that he really should’ve wrapped it. his hands grip your hips tight, fucking you through the orgasm as he chases his own, hips stuttering clumsy, still working your clit with his calloused thumb and forefinger. He’s still going, and you push at his chest, laughing a little but still sore. “Again?” You question, shifting uncomfortably.

It’s really late. His eyes are hooded, half-dilated and dark in the shady moonlight. “Your parents are gonna kill you anyway.” he shrugs, rocking slowly. You whine and lean back against the steering wheel when he comes close, taking your tit out from your top. He circles the nipple, tweaking it as he smirks. His eyes are challenging, a warning and a threat. “You’re a real bad influence, y/n.” He sighs, raising a brown eyebrow.

You scoff, “Wait, what? me?”

You fall forwards onto his chest when he moves his hips again. You lean, head on his shoulder, buried in his neck. He traces patterns on your back with his big hands. Dally doesn’t even bother trying to respond.