"I meant soda"

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POV: your a 17 year old greaser who's dating soda, but something more than a friend to dally ;)

Warnings: your an absolute bitch to soda, smut

You walked into bucks bar to see him sitting on a stool with an empty one on both sides. You sat next to him "hey dally" you smiled. He looked at you and smiled for a split second before resuming his normal grumpy face. "We can't keep doing this y/n, soda is my friend. He's gonna find out." He said. He was referring to the past times you had been in this exact same situation. You and dally would regularly hook up, he didn't enjoy it as much as he usually did with other girls, mostly because you were dating soda. "Well he hasn't found out yet" you said, grabbing his arm, leading him to the stairs. You got to his room and he sat on the bed. You got on top of him and straddled his waist, passionately making out with him. You rubbed his budge through the rough fabric of his jeans. He let out small groans. But just then the phone rang. Dally got up to asnwer it. "Oh hey soda. Oh yeah shes down here at the bar, um drinking with some friends I saw her on my way up to my room with a girl, your being a cockblock right now soda" he listened for a little longer. "Yeah I'll tell her to go home let me go get her" he hung up the phone. "Oh so you brought a girl up here, now did you" you said laughing. He rolled his eyes. He was a compulsive liar, he made up that whole story about the girl, he wasn't lying about being a cockblock though. You got up and left the bar. You drove over to the Curtis' house. You opened the door to see soda sitting there. "Hey y/n" he gave you a quick kiss and pulled you into his and pony's shared room. He sat you down on the bed, clearly thinking about something. "Y/n I had such a bad day at work" he looked over to you and kissed you. It wasn't like his normal sweet soft kisses, this one was sloppy and hard. You liked it, but a feeling of guilt soon came because his kisses reminded you of dally. He started to undress you, starting with your shirt and pants then bra, you were left in your underwear where a wet spot was forming. You helped him an removed his pants. You palmed him through his boxers before removing them. He was rough today. He must've had a REALLY bad day. Most of the time he was romantic and sweet and made love to you, but now. Now he wasn't making love to you, he was fucking you. He lined himself up with your entrance. He roughly slammed into you making you scream. Good thing no one was home. He kept at a fast and rough pace. You tried to hold back you moans but you let one slip it wasn't very loud but man was it deadly. (A/n sounds like I'm describing a fart💀 just read on) by deadly I meant it killed me and sodas relationship. "Dally" I moaned as I climaxed. He stopped mid thrust "what did you just say" he talked in a quiet serious tone. He looked at you "oh um I meant soda" you said. "No no no, you said dally. you were a virgin when we started dating, which means you couldn't have gotten with him before," he took a minute to process this before coming to a solution "YOUR CHEATING ON ME?! I KNEW IT I FUCKING KNEW IT! YOU WERE WITH DALLY EARLIER WERENT YOU?!" He got off of the bed and stood there. He was furious, you had never seen him so angry. He started crying, he was mad and crying. "S-soda I-I'm sorry" you said, standing up. "NO! 8 fucking months 8 FUCKING MONTHS! Does that mean nothing to you?! GET OUT. Get your clothes and get out." He slipped his boxers and pants back on and left. You cried as you got dressed. You went down stairs to find soda sitting on the couch crying. "How many times y/n" he asked "what?" You were cut off "how many times did you get with dally while we were together?" He asked "you don't wanna know soda" you said. You walked home, sad, crying. You and dally stopped talking and the whole gang hated you both, but they slowly warmed up to dally again, even though it took a lot of pleading. They never spoke to you again.

(A/n That's what you get bitch you cheated on soda!)

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