The Outsiders {Spanking}

Abyss

A/N: I updated the book cover, I hope you guys like it!

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Sodapop's POV

Very few things made me feel safe these days, but I could always count on Steve's warm, gentle touch to give me butterflies.

He had his arms wrapped tight around me as we just laid in his bed and listened to Elvis. I had my head resting on his chest, and my legs intertwined with his. I loved moments like these.

I looked up to see his gorgeous chocolate chip eyes that were already looking back at me. Not needing to say anything, he leaned down and kissed my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. They were rough like always, but I liked them like that.

I couldn't help but smile like a fool as our lips broke apart. "You're cute." Steve told me.

"You're hot." I said back. It was his turn to smile, but he tried to conceal it. "How'd you get that?" I asked as I traced a new gash on his forehead.

"Pop took a swing at me." He shrugged. It wasn't too uncommon for his dad to hit him. It was never as bad as Johnny got it, just a few swings here and there. "He was wearing this." He held up his hand that wasn't wrapped around me and showed a simple silver ring that he wore on his middle finger.

"Shit." I muttered. The ring was old, and a little ridgid. That must have hurt like a bitch. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Steve said smugly. "I took it from him as a fuck you." He tucked his fingers in so just his middle was up. "I'm gonna hit him back one day." I didn't doubt that. Steve was almost as big as his old man, and he had the fire that would allow him to actually start a fight.

"I'll help you clean up the blood when you do." I told him. He smirked, but then it fell. I always had a hard time telling what he was thinking, but I could guess he wished he didn't have to fight his dad to get him to stop hitting him.

"I know you and Darry don't always see eye to eye, but you're real lucky to have him." He told me and I rolled my eyes. "No seriously, he's probably the best parent on the block."

"He's not my parent." I spat quickly. "I had a dad, a good one. Who didn't hit or lie to me."

Steve's eyebrows shot up. "Didn't he have a gun?"

"Besides the point." I shrugged. "Can we not talk about this anymore?"

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Steve laughed amusingly.

I bit my lip and then grabbed his with my fingers. "I don't wanna talk."

He took my finger in-between his teeth and bit it a little. Then in a swift motion, he was on top of me. His hands grabbed my hips, and his mouth went to my ear. "Stay silent for me."

Be quiet for me

His hands slowly began to unbutton my jeans, and he slipped them down. He ran his hands all over my thighs and then stocked my V line.

I wanted this. I wanted this. I wanted this.

He finally touched my dick, and I felt it grow. I couldn't help but moan and arch my back a bit. "Shh." Steve wrapped his hand over my mouth. "I said be silent." His fingers wiggled themselves under my waistband and began slowly tugging down my underwear. "If you behave, this will be great."

"If you behave, this will be over quickly."

I tried to get his voice out of my mind. I closed my eyes but all I saw was him. Hovering over me, stripping me down and then... pushing, pushing, pushing.