The Outsiders Smuts

S.C ~ Hate Me No More

Song: Come Get Her by Rae Sremmurd

Summary: You and Soda have been enemies since sixth grade. You both work at the DX, and you always seem to be able to avoid him. But, Soda takes it a step further this time.

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, making out, teasing, haters to lovers, public sex, squirting

*Flashback to grade 6*

You placed your invention on the table, beside your friend, Macy. The judges were just looking through everyone's project. As the judge past yours, he nodded approvingly and wrote something down on his clipboard, smiling. You knew you had it in the bag. You've won this thing every year since first grade.

You smirked at Soda, who was always second place. You stuck your tongue out at him.

As the judge approached the stage, he waved for everyone to quiet down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am so happy to be here yet again. We have so much talent in this school, and I believe that everybody deserved first place." He glances down at his clipboard.

"I am happy to announce this years winner as..." You started to get up.

"Sodapop Curtis!" The auditorium erupted in cheers. You sat down, fuming. Your jaw dropped as Soda walked past your table and gave you the finger.

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*Present day*

Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.

The noise was driving you crazy. You knew that Soda was working on a car, but did he have to make so much noise?

"Oy! Shut the fuck up!" You yell into the back. The noise continues, louder, if possible. You roll your eyes and walk back into the room.

"I said shut up!" You scream over the clanging. Soda rolls out from the bottom of the car, a wrench in hand.

"Sorry, couldn't here. I was trying to drown out the sound of your existence." He said.

"Yeah, well the customers are complaining." Your said, crossing your arms. Soda glances at your chest. You smirk. Your shirt was low cut, and crossing your arms made your breasts look larger.

"Like what you see?" You say, walking back to the cashier stand.

"Get the fuck back here." Soda says. You stop, turning around.

"Why?" You say, annoyed. All of a sudden, Soda had you pressed up against the wall.

"Because I said so, brat." He replies, tightening his grip in you as you try to break free.

"Now. What I want you to do is get on your knees and suck me off." He says. Your eyes widen. Wetness pools in your panties.

"N-no." You say stubbornly. Soda forces you down on your knees.

"I said suck it." He says.

You had to admit, this side of Soda was turning you on. As much as you didn't want to submit to him, he had made you really horny, and you hadn't fucked anyone for months.

You slowly undo his belt, pulling down his jeans along with his boxers.

"Hurry the fuck up." He says impatiently. You lick all the way up his shaft, kissing his tip, angry red and throbbing. You take a tiny bit in your mouth, and Soda pushes you fully onto him.

"God! Right there." He moans, tugging in your hair. Drool drips down your chin, as tears leak out of your eyes. You gag.

"Does my cock taste good, baby?" Soda asks you. You moan in response. He pulls you off of him.

"What?" He asks.

"Yes. So good." You say, and he attaches your mouth back onto him. He twitches in your mouth.

"Swallow my cum, baby." He says, and his load shoots down your throat. You swallow, and he stands you up, smashing his lips onto yours. You pull away for a breath.

"I hate you." You say.

"Don't." He says.

He pushes you against the wall once again, pulling down your jeans. You grab the hems of your shirt and pull it over your head. Soda does the same with his own shirt. You moan at the sight of his abs.

"Goddamn." You say, kissing him. He smirks into your mouth, forcing his tongue into your mouth, clashing against yours. Soda's hand reaches around your back and unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

His lips move to your neck and chest, his teeth biting at the flesh, leaving hickeys all over. You moan slightly. Soda slips his fingers into the sides of your panties, slowly pulling them down.

"Goddamnit, hurry the fuck up!" You say. Soda chuckles.

"Jump." He says. You do, and he grasps your waist, his cock slipping into your wet folds.

"S-so tight." He moans out, pulling out and slamming back in.

"I need t-time" You moan, your nails digging into his back, surely drawing blood.

"Take it. You're gonna take my cock, baby." He says, pounding faster. More tears pour out of your eyes as Soda buries his face in your chest. You start meeting his thrusts with grinds, and he goes deeper inside of you.

"Soda! God, f-faster!" You moan, biting his ear. He obeys, fucking you at an inhumanly pace. You feel yourself clench around him.

"I-i'm so close" You moan out, going slack against him.

"I can feel you clenching, babe. Cum all over my cock. Let me know h-how good I make you feel." He says. A few thrusts later, you squirt all over him. He continues going, and he places you on the floor, releasing all over your stomach. He kisses your forehead, your nose, then your lips.

"You don't hate me." He says. You frown.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." You respond. He smashes your lips against yours.

"I love you." You admit. He smiles.