can u do a Sodapop smut where he is really turned on at work and needs y/n when he gets home
Summary: Soda can’t stop thinking about you from the other day. When he gets home, he needs you so badly
Pairing: Sodapop Curtis x girlfriend!reader
Warnings: Language, smut, p n v sex, unprotected sex, (f) receiving, Soda being in love with your boobs, nipple play, etc
Notes: I love this. I need more Sodapop request. I hope you enjoy!
Sodapop Curtis was useless at work.
He’d been leaning against the counter at the DX for the last ten minutes, rag in hand, staring at absolutely nothing while his brain replayed you on a loop.
The way you’d smiled at him that morning.
The way you’d kissed his cheek before he left.
The way you’d laughed when he complained about his shift.
“Hey, Soda,” Steve snapped, waving a hand in front of his face. “You alive?”
Soda blinked. “Huh? Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”
Steve squinted at him. “You been like this all day.”
Soda ran a hand through his hair, grinning sheepishly. “Can’t help it.”
“Lemme guess,” Steve said dryly. “Y/N.”
Soda’s grin widened, dreamy and unapologetic. “Yeah.”
Steve groaned. “Man, you’re hopeless.”
Soda didn’t even argue. He was. Every car that pulled in, every minute that ticked by, all he could think about was getting home—about you being there.
Waiting, probably curled up on the couch or sitting on his bed with that look that made his chest ache.
By the time his shift ended, he was practically jogging home.
The door creaked open, and before Soda could even say your name, you were there.
“Hey,” you said softly, smiling when you saw him.
Soda dropped his jacket on the chair and crossed the room in two long steps, hands cupping your face like he’d been holding himself back all day—which he had.
“Missed you,” he said, voice low and warm.
You barely had time to answer before he kissed you.
It wasn’t rushed. It was needy.
His lips fit against yours like they’d been thinking about this too, hands settling at your waist, pulling you closer like he wanted to make sure you were real.
You laughed quietly against his mouth, kissing him back, fingers sliding into his hair.
He sighed into the kiss, like something finally clicked into place.
“Been thinkin’ about you all day,” he admitted between kisses, forehead resting against yours. “Couldn’t get you outta my head.”
You smiled, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said softly, kissing you again—slower now, sweeter, like he had all the time in the world. “This is exactly what I needed.”
You leaned into him, letting him steal another kiss, then another, until the world felt small and warm and right.
Soda pulled back. Whispering your name against your lips.
Sodapop kissed you again, slower this time, like he was savoring it.
His hands stayed warm and steady at your waist, thumbs brushing back and forth like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
“You okay?” he murmured against your lips, always sweet, always checking.
You nodded, smiling. “Yeah.”
He took your hand, fingers lacing with yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. “C’mon,” he said softly. “Wanna be with you for a bit.”
You followed him down the short hallway, his room familiar and comforting.
The dim light, the posters on the wall, the faint smell of soap and motor oil that was so him. The door clicked shut behind you, quiet but full of meaning.
Soda didn’t rush. He pulled you close again, resting his forehead against yours, breathing you in like he’d been waiting all day for this exact moment.
“You have no idea,” he said quietly, smiling against your lips, “how bad I wanted to get home to you.”
You answered by kissing him again, deeper now, hands gripping his shirt as he guided you back toward the bed.
He followed, careful and gentle, like every move mattered because you did.
When he lay back and pulled you with him, the world outside the room faded away.
His arms wrapped around you, secure and sure, his voice low and fond in your ear.
“Just stay with me,” he whispered.
And you did. The door stayed closed. The lights stayed low. Clothes fallen on the floor.
Soda was leaned against the bed. His head right in between your legs. Giving your inner thighs kisses.
"You okay, baby?" He asked. You nodded your head.
With that, Soda's tongue stuck out. Licking up your soft juices. His tongue went further.
Hitting that clit. Causing your eyes to roll back. Shake against him; grip the sheets.
Just already, you were close. Feeling the pleasure increasing. "I-I'm gonna come." You warned.
"Come, Y/n. Come so pretty for me." With one last final lick, you came over his tongue. Soda licked every last drop of you.
His tongue flicked out. Licking up to your breast. Kissing your breast. Taking your nipple in his mouth.
Moving up to your mouth; kissing you, while sliding inside you so easily.
His hips started to move forward. Meeting every spit that made you see stars.
You wrapped your arms around his neck. wrapping your legs around his waist. Causing him to hit that spot; deeper, faster.
You started to clench around him. Soda's skin started to sweat. His moans in sync with yours.
His hair stuck to his forehead. Your hands trailed up his back to his shoulders. His eyes closed, feeling you touch his skin.
Soda twitched inside you. Causing you to moan. You clenched around him. Soda getting closer by the second.
"Baby...I'm gonna come...I gotta come. Oh, fuck."
"C-Come, soda. Please...wanna feel you come inside me."
with those last words, you and Soda come together. Riding out you high.
Soda slid out of you. Rolling onto his back. Pulling you closer. Kissing your shoulder and neck. Whispering against your neck.
"I love you, Y/n. So much."
"I love you more, Sodapop. Forever and always."
