#southside serpent smut

[domxmarvel]

Liar

3 Year Masterlist

Prompt:Pool tables Sweet pea x Female!Reader

"You really don't know how to play?"

"No" You lied,you just wanted to see his reaction,you knew perfectly well how to play. 

“I could show you sometime,if you’d like”

“Only if we’re alone” You used the excuse that you were embarrassed and didn’t want anyone to see you play. You agreed to meet up after the bar closed,thankfully Toni was closing that night so she let you in before she left. 

He quickly set everything up before handing you a cue. 

“Why don’t you try on your own?” He asked and you hit the white ball causing all the others to scatter,but none of them landed in the holes. You made sure your position was wrong just so he would correct you,he put his hand on top of yours. “You have to lean down a bit more” He maneuvered your body into the right position,all you wanted to do was just turn around and kiss him but instead you just pushed your ass against him,and since he was practically on top of you both of you felt every movement. “If you keep moving like that you’re gonna regret it”

“Will I?” You teased him,pushing against him harder,laughing. “I highly doubt that” You finally turned and kissed him. 

“Was this your plan to get me here alone?”

“Please as if you don’t love this” You laughed,your hands moved to pull him in by his belt.You kissed him again as you moved your hands under his shirt. He quickly took off his jacket along with his shirt. In seconds he had you bent over the pool table,pounding into you as he kissed down your neck.

“Told you,you’d regret this”

“No,I don’t”

[theblackcatwitch4]

sweet pea: the fighters

A/n this is based on the fight between the Bulldogs and the serpents

Warnings: talk about physical abuse Physical fighting people getting beaten up This is pretty much just pure fluff Smoking of cigarettes

enjoy this while i work on requests

Sweet pea, sitting on his motorcycle in the pouring rain waiting for the Bulldogs with the rest of the serpents

"Be careful my love" I tell him Not wanting him to get too hurt

"You don't gotta worry about me," sweet pea says he kisses me on the forehead.

He turns his head away from me as he hears the Bulldogs pull up as soon as Archie steps out, sweet pea gets off the bike

Sweet pea starts walking towards Archie when he reaches him they stare down each other

As thunder claps in the sky Archie throws the first punch I straighten my back making sure sweet pea is okay debating whether or not to run into the middle of the fight

I decide against it, not wanting to get caught up in the middle. I may be a serpent, but as someone who got abused by their father, their entire childhood is not someone runs into the middle of a fight, unless someone's dying

When I see sweet pea back on his feet, I'd let out a breath of relief my eyes avert everywhere I see Archie getting thrown on the ground,. And then a second later I see one of the serpents getting their nose broken.

I see Dilson whip out a pocket knife even though there's a strict rule, no weapons not a second later, Archie yell out "Dilton!" And Archie getting thrown to the floor yet again

Archie gets kicked in the stomach by sweet pea that look like it hurt I feel a little bad for him, the next thing I hear is a gun going off seeing Archie's girlfriend Veronica, with a gun in her hand

My boy coming running after me, saying "let's go"

Me and sweet pea jump on the bike and head home. We have arrived at my trailer. I live alone because I got my dad thrown in jail.

We're both soaking wet when we walk into my trailer so I walk into my bedroom to change my clothes, when I come back out, I see sweet pea, shirtless, and and his nose and cheek and lip is bleeding

"Get off the couch, go to the bathroom I'll be there in a sec" tell him as i go to my bedroom to grab my first aid kit

When I get to the bathroom I see him sitting on the toilet, which I'm very happy about because he is very tall and I am according to my friends and him very short But whatever

I put down my first aid kit and open it up as I get alcohol wipes and some disinfectant for his wounds and some aloe vera cream for the bruises on his ribs

"My love, you need to stop fighting with everybody and just let some things go. I'm tired of patching you up all the time" I tell him

"I know you don't like it pretty girl but he fucking deserved it" sweet peas says

"Sweet pea this is exactly what I talk about he was just spring painting it's nothing you haven't done before and that's what pissed you off. You started it and then he took out his gun because he felt threatened like you wouldn't have done the same thing if you had a gun. Because I know for sure as hell, I would have." I say

"You have a point pretty girl I'm sorry my anger gets the best of me sometimes I'm still impressed you still Find it in you to stay with me" he says looking down

"Sweet pea my love of course I stay you have anger issues which is completely fair I used to have angry issues worse than yours. I just found a way to cope with mine, that's what you need to do as well it'll take time but you will get there and I will help you through it. I promise my love" I said to him and return, the kiss on the forehead, he gave me earlier

"Thank you pretty girl I love you" he says as he hugs me

I hug him back saying "of course my love now go to bed I have to pee and then I'll be there" as I kiss him on the lips

He gets off the toilet walking into my bedroom closing the door to the bathroom I reach under the sink, grabbing my ashtray Then, reaching in my back pocket to pull out my pack of cigarettes and lighting one

He knows I smoke, I'm not hiding it from him but if his parents smelled the smoke on him, he would be killed literally so I do it in the bathroom where I can have privacy

I take a hit of the cigarette blow the smoke out and ash it off in the ashtray putting it out, putting it under the sink again,  opening the door and then walking into my bedroom I grab a pair of shorts and a T-shirt to sleep in

As I start changing clothes I hear from sweet pea " looking good pretty girl" "You dog" I say laughing

I make my way towards the bed slide under the covers not even a second later I feel sweet pea, leaning on my boobs, his arm over my stomach falling asleep

[peachheadjones]

cute idea- Jug being like " I'm in charge now!!" like he CAN be dominant just watch him- he rarely takes charge in the bedroom bc he's a pillow princess and sweet pea is so damn amused, like okay you bottom, go for it.

Jug tying sweet pea's hands with soft, silky pink ribbons, trying and failing to mimick sweet pea's commanding tone, or tease him, and just gets himself worked up.

He'd be too playful and giggly for it but if his princess wants it, then, that's that. Jug on Sweet Pea’s lap, wiping off the slick and drool from his pretty, swollen lips, sitting on sweet pea's chest, blinking those Bambi eyes

"Sweetheart, now what?" and sweet pea, voice rough and smokey, laughs a bit, thought he's still breathing ragged " what- what do you want to do, baby?"

" just- make you feel nice?" Jughead saying that with such sincerity, jumpstarting a wave of affection crushing into sweet pea at that moment. He could forgive Jug everything, allow him anything, when they were like this. " I'm not good at this."

" you are- you are, though, doll, I promise"

Jug making a sound full of pout and unconvinced skepticism, " its easier when you tell me what to do"

[smuttyaf]

SouthSide Serpent

Word Count: 4.8k

Rating: R

features; childhood friends to lovers, loverboy ashton, literally ashton has been pining for y/n, & sum good old smut :)

a/n: idek what to say but hi! i’ve been in retirement for like 4 years and rediscovered this account. i got nostalgic & decided… shit why not write again?

please cut me sum slack tho! i wrote this on my notes app & it’s been years since i’ve written so i would love to hear feedback!

& yes i am hella descriptive and like to build suspense! i can’t help it >.<

also! y/n is heavily based on serena from mtv downtown ( i love her ) & this picture of ashton ( xx )

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The crisp October breeze blew through your hair as the dull taste of your cigarette burns on your tongue; your forefinger and middle finger clenching the nicotine filled paper and pressing it against your lips, drawing in the vapour.

Your head nods along to the music playing before you just two doors down on the opposite side of your street. There was Ashton and his band, either playing covers of their current favourite songs, oldies, or new ones that they’ve all come together and created.

The usual guitar flow and drum beat of Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs blasted through the speakers in the garage as the sound of Luke’s voice sang along on top of the tune.

You hum along to the lyrics as you glared in the direction, your lips peeling away from the filter and letting the smoke settle in your lungs before releasing it. The four boys were all dressed in their usual attire: white shirt, black trousers, beat up old chunky Doc Martins, and their signature SouthSide Serpents leather jackets.

As the wind picks up again you let your free hand tear away from your windowsill and tug the flying strays of your hair in front of your face behind your ear, the chipped black polish on your almond nails coming into view as you remind yourself you needed to get them done.

The bridge of the song is now blaring down the street, causing you to raise your cigarette back to your lips and think to yourself, what a coincidence this song is playing; the lyrics, the time frame, and the memories that all come flowing back as you hear the familiar melody.

It was 2009 and Ashton had invited you over during Christmas break to play Garage Band since Santa gifted it to him because that was the only thing he asked for on his wish list. You were both 8, banging on the drums and singing songs that you both were too young to know or remember from when your parents would play them on the drive home from school. But, for some reason this is the song that stuck with you both the most. Maybe it was the easy lyrics or the amazing beat but from then on it had you hooked to this alternative sound.

Now fast forward to a year ago, your now ex boyfriend Xavier was laying on your bed, finger pads heavy weight on your skin as he drew sloppy hearts on your hip. The wire of the headphones tangled between your shoulder and his wrist as you both listened to his playlist. The familiar intro notes to the song beginning to ring throughout the buds and the tug of your maroon lined lips turn into a smile.

“Already like the song?” He asked, brown eyes rested on top of dark circles scattered with freckles as he smirked down at you.

“I love it.” You sheepishly said.

The wind knocks you back into reality as it pushes through your window again, only making you remember how much you loved October; the weather changing, leaves blooming, smell of the rain just before it hit the concrete, the sound of the leaves dragging along the pavement, and the endless horror movie marathons that would run on AMC.

The orange, brown, and green leaves spin in the breeze and rustle along the branches as the sun stood brightly among the houses along the horizon. From your view on the windowsill you can see houses upon houses before you see the local water tower and old plazas that scream they need new merchant signs and fresh cement.

Your eyes flick to the lonesome string popping out of your black long sleeve before the sound of your phone’s text tone goes off, your eyes darting to the message running across the screen.

Stop watching me

Ashton’s text read, making you roll your eyes before placing them on the dark hair boy who had a goofy grin on his face from your view, his drum sticks were stuffed in one had and the other held his lit up phone.

With a smile on yours, you let the hand that rested in the crook of your neck tear away from the warm flesh and your middle finger stand in the air as a response.

-

Clothes were thrown in every direction of your room as you let your eyes drag along your frame in the mirror, your loose knitted black sweater hung off one of your shoulders as low waisted charcoal jogging pants rested on your hips. Your hair was in its loose waves as your curtain bangs swept against your temples, your fingers curling into themselves in frustration as you tried to not stress over how you look.

You didn’t want to over enhance your appearance to see Xavier since he wanted to meet up to get “closure” -even though he was the one who called it off despite your many pleas- but you wanted to make him feel bad for even deciding to drop you.

A frustrated sigh left your wine stained lips before turning around and sticking your feet into your ruined Converse. The low muffled sound of Xavier’s Prelude is heard out your window and you feel your heart drop.

You never understood why you always felt this way about him and why you couldn’t just get over this stupid boy who likes to break up with you every other month, a new reason every single time. The constant tears, text threads, and blocking to unblocking seemed to never get exhausting to you because you were always back in the same place, wondering if you overdressed to see your ex for closure.

The chime of Xavier’s specific text tone rings through your room and you already know what it says, so without checking you twisted your foot into your shoe to fit perfectly before you reach over and grasp your phone in your hand and tug your way to the window sill. Fingers pressing the frame up and letting the fall air sweep into your room before crouching down and fitting yourself through the frame and safely scale down the roof, onto the sturdy vine wall filled with dead clematis that prickled on your palms the way down before your feet landed on the short cut grass.

As you turned away from the wall and begin tugging your feet towards the black coupe, your eyes catch on the tall frame standing on their front step as an amber light glows slightly illuminating his face. You already know this is Ashton, so with a slight smile you let your index finger rest against your coated lips, a gesture to him to be quiet.

The only response he gives is his head nodding off to the side with smoke trailing out of his mouth.

The smile quickly falls as your fingers clench the car door handle and tug it open, the smell of him crashing down on you as you sit in the familiar leather, the hum of the engine vibrating under you as the car peels off.

~

The tinge of tequila burned on your buds as you felt the room spinning, the sound of chatter and shouts are heard from below you as the bass of Destroy Lonely’s song can be heard in the room you barged into when you gave up on waiting for Tabitha; who said she wouldn’t be long with the curly haired new kid in her history class.

Red solo cup was loosely clenched in your right hand as left was lazily running through your hair at random moments as you laid against the cottage floral bed sheets.

Here you were, back in the same spot you always found yourself in: drunk, heartbroken, and thinking about a boy who doesn’t even care about you. The constant routine of wanting him, then wanting to be far away but craving him every other second burned into your heart. The comfort and familiarity of him that you missed always overlooked every excuse he gave you whenever he broke things off.

Last month he said he needed time to himself, this month he told you that he was confused and didn’t know what he wanted; frankly he lost feelings for you, at least that was what he says now. Those words kept on replaying in your mind as if that was your favourite song. The way he sounded emotionless yet unsure that, that was what he really wanted.

And just with those thoughts, tears were flowing down your temples. Eyes blurring as the voice replayed in your head, the memory of him sitting beside you and saying that, to then recollect memories of how sweet and endearing the boy you loved in the beginning grew cold to your touch and looked into your hopeful eyes with detached ones.

The popcorn ceiling was fuzzy in your sight as the tears spill over your waterline and beads down the sides of your face. You already knew your cheeks were heated up, the liner and eyeshadow that was occupying your bottom lashes was smudged and probably slipping away with the liquid as a sniffle wrinkled through your nose.

God you hated this; the empty feeling of missing someone who you know you shouldn’t want but yet crave so badly. Why him? Why you?

As you were deep in thought you hear the rustle of the door knob before it turns and the music that pours from outside reaches into the empty depths of the room, the sound of footsteps halting and a sharp intake of breath being heard, but you don’t dare look away at the ceiling. Frankly, you could care less about who sees you crying your eyes out on this outdated duvet with ruined make up.

“Fuck my bad!… Wait Y/N?” The recognizable voice of your childhood friend is heard before the door is closing shut.

The weight of him sinks next to you on the bed as you let your eyes close and the final stream of tears leave your eyes.

“I look desperate don’t I.” You state, voice raspy from the strain in your throat as the usual feeling of a ball is formed.

“I think you look sad,” He points out, making you snort as the hand that was lazily playing in your hair tears away and feels the sheet below you.

“No shit,” You mumble before letting your eyes peel open.

“You and Xavier broke up again?” Ashton questions, the sound of his zippers clashing from his jacket as he shuffles around.

You only hum in response before you let both of your arms sit you up on the bed, your back standing straight as your hands cradle the solo cup. Your eyes stare down at your ruined pantyhose beneath your mini lace black skirt before they flicker to look at the hazel boy.

Eyes connecting with yours, you hear his breath hitch as he draws in your appearance. Cheeks with a glow of cherry red sweeping the bones under your eyes that are damp with black eyeshadow, your eyes were still puffy and red rimmed as they batted slowly up at him.

“He doesn’t know what he wants,” You let out, your eyes rolling before letting your plum coloured lips take a sip of the warm mixture of Pepsi and tequila.

“Oh?” He says in confusion, bushy eyebrows coming together trying to figure out how that could be since he saw you two together three nights ago.

“I’m so sick of being with these screwed up guys all the time,” You state, hand tearing away from the cup to dig your nails into the rips of your stockings.

“Really?”

“I have such crummy luck or taste? What is it with girls like me? All a guy has to say is, he can’t express his feelings or he listens to Deftones and it’s like my head tips right over and my brain start to slip out of my ear.”

Ashton lets out laugh, the beer bottle he’s holding by the neck resting on his knee as he stares down at you. “So which one is Xavier?”

“Both,” You scoff while sticking out your tongue in disgust.

“You know… if you wanted to, I’m sure you could have a different great guy to go out with every night,” Ashton assures, a smirk tugging on your lips as you decide to ignore the glint of promise in his eyes.

“No way, I’ve always been a mess. Remember Cleo?” Your second boyfriend that seemed to be stuck on your hip but ironically found someway to cheat on you every weekend yet you still dumbly went back to him every. single. time.

The feeling of your sheer button up rubs against your arm as you let your hand fall against your hip and feel your black crop top tight to your skin.

“Maybe you just need to talk to someone who isn’t your usual type,” Ashton points out. Your head nods a few beats as your thick wedged heeled boots run over the wooden flooring.

“Maybe I’ll be luckier if I tried dating someone nice for a change,” Voice hopeful as your eyes dart away from the bubbly dark liquid into Ashton’s brown hues.

“Nice guys,” Ashton says with a smile, both of his hands tearing away from his knees as if to gesture to himself in this equation.

A laugh escapes your lips before your eyes run over Ashton’s frame from head to toe.

“What are you getting at Irwin?” You say with a pointed brow, playing stupid to the implication.

“Oh nothing..” He sings while tearing his eyes from yours, toothy smile still spread on his lips before he takes a swing of his beer.

You shake your head with annoyance before your hazy eyes look down at your lap, your hands resting on the cup and drumming a random tune.

“Honestly Y/N… I think you’re a really great girl and…. I just think maybe…” His words a scrambled mess and trailing off. You smile to yourself before turning to look back at him.

“Mm?” You question, the fifteen percent liquor coursing through your bloodstream and giving you confidence as you lean into this chest, eyes never tearing away from his. Because if Ashton was going to give you hopeful eyes and stuttering speeches you might as well put the ‘nice guy’ to the test and see if he was really about what he said.

That only made his lips break into a smirk, his tongue sneakily gladding along his bottom lip to wet it before looking into you daringly.

That only made you squish your plucked eyebrows together in question. How did the stuttering boy from just a view seconds ago all of a sudden turn cocky and confident? How many drinks did he have? Or was it the weed that clung to his jacket that gave him the boost.

“I think you should give me a chance,” He nips back, and before you can even respond to him, you watch his neck crane down and press his lips against yours.

The crisp taste of his beer stung your lips as they opened and immediately danced along with his tongue. White liquor and brown meeting together to taste each other and leave an acquired flavour in your mouths.

You hummed along to the feeling of his tongue circling against yours before peeling away and molding your lips to sink against each other. Your heart was beating through your chest, nails now digging into your plastic cup and head ducked back as you continue to press your mouth against his.

The feeling of his cold hand pressing against your neck caused you to shudder and tear away from his lips for a second, your eyes peeling open as they look in front of you. Black hair loosely falling on his forehead, the smell of his husky cologne clogging your senses, and the feeling of his fingers now dancing along the back of your neck.

“What are we doing Ash?” You breathe against his lips.

“Something that I’ve always wanted to do,” He says, making your heart launch. You bite down on your bruised lip and tear your eyes away from his, your stomach twist as you try and gain some self control as you almost fling yourself on top of him.

Something that he always wanted to do? You never really found yourself desirable to the point we’re men would see you in that type of light? But maybe what Ash said was just a simple lie, just so he can get what he wants and frankly you don’t even care. You’ve heard lies your whole entire life when it came to boys and this wasn’t any different, maybe you should just let your mind shut off from your stupid ex and just be in the moment for once.

So with that final thought, not having a care in the world, you drop the red cup in your hand and let your lips launch back onto his. Ashton follows your movements and the sound of the nearly empty beer bottle drops onto the hard wood, his right hand now resting along your neck as you both kiss each other.

Warm breaths, beating hearts and the sound of music is the only thing heard in the room as you lick into each others mouths. Soon you feel the weight of Ashton nudging you to lay back on the bed as he lies on top, you feel the cold zippers from his jacket press against your skin and all you can do is moan.

The feeling of his left hand tears away from the hairs on the nape of your neck and dance down your collar bone before letting it cup your breast in his hand, kneading the soft tissue which only makes another moan slip through you.

He pulls away from your lips and begins to suck and press kisses along your pulse, your hands that lie by your side now running up the sleeves of his jacket and into his hair.

A whimper spills out as you feel his hand tug your tank down and free your naked breast, he engulfs it in his cold palm making you let a shaky breath escape before you’re curling your fingers in his hair, the feeling of him twisting your nipple makes you bite down on your bottom lip. The pleasurable pain you feel running up your spine making your shoulders slightly buck off the bed.

“Hmm…” Ashton hums in your neck before tearing away, his eyes once such a light brown and green hue, now a chestnut and forest green colour filled with lust.

Your fingers tug away from his hair as he now descends down your body, his warm lips pressing kisses to your exposed skin as you let your hands tear your blouse and tank off. Your eyes never leaving his as he watches you undress. His lips now press against your pieced belly button as his fingers tear away from your chest and roughly takes your skirt by the band and peels it down your hips, your stockings following soon after.

Not wasting a moment he lets his mouth press against you covered core, lips pressing small kisses against your heat making you quietly moan. You wanted so desperately to tug Ashton into you and make him start devouring you right there but instead you let your hands trail back into his hair and play around with his locks.

Small kisses soon turn into open mouth licks, his wet muscle running up and down your clothed slit that it had your head digging back into the sheets, your legs spreading wider and whimpers endlessly trailing out.

“Ash.. please..” The words slip out so quiet that you assume he didn’t hear from the pulsing music below you, but instead your met with the feeling of his finger pulling your panties to the side and his tongue finally meeting you were you desired.

It circles around your clit gently before you feel his lips suck it into his mouth, a moan drawls from your throat due to the sensation. Soon enough, he’s letting his mouth discover the way you taste which only elects a moan from him. His tongue now dipping in between your two lips and curling around your insides.

“Oh my,” You moan as your fingers dig into his hair, eyes closing shut as you begin to slowly move your hips to the movement of his tongue.

The feeling of his right hand breaks away from your thigh and flows to your hips, his nails leaving small indents as you feel his other hand move away from your panty and rub against your clit.

The feeling of him humming against you sends a vibrating pleasure down your back as he continues to lick you, this only made your toes curl and your hands to fall out of his hair and onto his leather shoulders.

“Fuck,” You moan, your hands tugging him gently away from you as you feel your climax about to overcome your nerves.

And just as you feel it on the tip of your toes, the mouth between your legs pulls away beginning to press wet kisses up your thigh, his hand that once laid against your heat now meeting with the other at your hips.

A groan leaves you as your eyes tear open and look down at him. He mischievously looks up at you, his kisses now run up your stomach once again to lead to your neck.

“Upset?” He teases, only making you shudder at the rasp in his voice.

“I want you Ash,” You say breathlessly, turning your head to knock his out the way and look him in the eyes. “Please,” You utter, fingers now leaving his shoulders and brushing against his rip cage covered by his white tee.

Without any hesitation, Ashton is pulling away from your embrace and leaning back. He shrugs off his jacket, tugs his shirt over his head, his fingers going to the back of his baggy jeans to pull out his wallet to dig through before you see a gold package flash. If your cheeks could burn any brighter they differently would.

The mixture of his clothes and yours are strung through out the room, both of your shoes kicked to the bottom of the bed as he now shuffles his way back up to his original position.

Without question your hand meets the band of his boxers as you begin to inch them down his waist, wanting to return the favour.

“I think that can wait love, I rather be in you right now,” He breathes against your neck, only making your heart stutter. A sheepish smile tugs at your lips as you feel him twist around and lay on his side, his hands laying on your hips, turning you into the same position.

Your head rested on his arm as your back laid against his chest, hips aligned with each other as the feeling of his smell overcomes you. His knees prop up your legs as you hear the tearing of the condom package.

Deciding to distract yourself you let your eyes fall looking at Ashton. His black hair a tossed mess from your fingers, hazel eyes drawn to wear you both meet as he begins to run his member against your heat.

A whimper leaves your lips as you close your eyes when you feel him push inside, his hand now propping up your thigh as he eases into you.

He nudges your head forward and begins sucking kisses down the expanse of your neck, the feeling of his heart beating against your back and the smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne was filling your nose.

“Feels so good,” He mumbles against your skin, his arm that rested under your head turning slightly as he runs his hand against your wrist and takes your fingers into his, lacing them together as you continue to feel him stretch you out.

You never expected Ashton to have a thick piece but you also didn’t expect to be in this exact position right now, literally. Your childhood friend having his way with you while you were both drunk off each other and the alcohol in your systems.

His hips meet your backside before drawing back and pushing back in, your walls expanding with each thrust as you feel him begin a good pace. Moans begin to fall from your mouth, your eyes fluttering open every few seconds as your skin burns from the bruises soon to appear on your pulse from the black haired man beside you, skin still stuck to his lips.

“You’re moans are so pretty,” He breathes against you, his hand that was holding up your thigh runs up your hips to your chest, letting your leg fall as he takes one of your breasts and squeezes it gently.

All you can do is hum at his words because you’re too overstimulated to speak. The feeling of his thickness drawing in and out of you so heavily has you nodding off at the sensation, his fingers intertwined with yours beings to squeeze them together as the hand that was on your breast meets with his head at your neck.

“You like me fucking you,” He says into your ear as his hand squeezes your throat gently.

You nod your head as you feel your eyes slip close, and you were completely wrecked. He was so dirty yet gentle with you, peppering you with kisses yet digging into you so devilishly that it had your mind distraught.

“You like the way I feel inside you,” He continues, his hand growing more tight around your throat.

“Ash…” You say breathlessly, as your hand that rested against the bed sheets rises up and places it against the one making you breathless but encouraging your climax.

“Mm I like the way you feel around me,” He eggs on, and that makes you cry out, your back pushing pack and meeting his hips.

The feeling of your stomach twitching and legs quivering to close makes your head tip back even more against Ashton as you feel your orgasm on the brink.

That has him taking his hand away from your throat and slips it to lift your thigh back up as he continues to thrust into you, his lips press more kisses against your neck.

Your toes curl as the knot in your stomach expands and releases, the satisfying sensation washing over you as you let a deep breath break through your lips with a moan.

“Fuck,” Ashton hisses as he feels you twitch around him, the contractions from your high throwing him into his; his hips stutter before rocking back into you slowly, teeth gently digging into your skin, his breath being blown over the expanse of it.

The thickness of him slips out which causes your eyes to open, his hand dropping your thigh to wrap around your hips as his head buries into your neck.

The room is quiet for a moment as the only thing that can be heard is your hearts calming down and the chatter from down below.

“I would give you more kisses but I’ve made a mess on your neck,” His voice vibrates against you, that only makes you let out a broken laugh.

“I don’t even wanna know what it looks like,” You reply, your hand that rested on the duvet linking with his that rest along your stomach.

This felt nice, the amazing sex and cuddling session after. The room just being quiet and the only thing that can be heard is your breaths and beating hearts. This was so spontaneous that you still can’t even wrap your mind around what happened.

“How would you feel about doing this more often?” Ashton says after a few minutes, his chest moving as he pulls his head away from your neck to lie back against the pillows.

Having casual sex with him? You ponder on the idea. It was definitely one of the best you have ever had, he felt amazing and checked off every box when it came to how to please you. You couldn’t even lie and say that you didn’t find Ash attractive, you are also now officially single, free to due what we you wanted, so fuck it.

“Like… Friends with benefits?” You say, your thumb running against his hand still linked with yours by your head.

“Yeah, friends with benefits,” He confirms.

You let your head swish from side to side as you feel the burning sensation of his love bites strain against your neck as you let out a sarcastic hum to yourself as if you’re thinking it over.

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

[sakusamusimp]

Serpents and Dragons: Prologue

Sweet Pea x Reader

Summary: After her father’s psychotic break, Y/N and her family moved to Seoul from Riverdale. After joining a mafia group, she and her family wind up back in Riverdale. Nothing could prepare her for the wonderful things she would experience there, nor the horrific events that would change her life forever.

Content Warnings: Eventual smut, graphic depictions of violence and/or injury, gang/ mafia activity, cursing, occultism, toxic family, bullying, harassment, inaccurate depictions of mafia lifestyle and medical information. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING YOU READ! Reminder: I am not responsible for your triggers and cannot cater to everyone who reads my works.

Word Count: 1.4k

Author’s Note: Hello! This is my first piece of writing on this account so I hope you all enjoy it. I have not proofread this chapter, so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes. This is going to be a multi-part series and it will follow an adapted version of the Riverdale timeline. Feel free to like, comment, and reblog this post! Thank you and enjoy!!!

In the town of Riverdale it was rare for a newcomer to show up and even rarer for an old resident to return, but that’s exactly what happened the summer before sophomore year. Y/N Kim was born and raised in Riverdale, until her father had a psychotic break, which led to her older sister and mother taking her away to live in Seoul, South Korea. She wasn’t aware of her family’s affiliation with an international crime syndicate, known as NCT, until she turned 12. Her older sister had joined the mafia 4 years earlier, when she was only 15 and in love with none other than Jung Jaehyun, a member of NCT by blood.

 Their father had been an NCT member since he got out of high school and dragged their mother into it with him. That’s when the Kim family became NCT members by blood. Even though they had their blood relation to NCT, they weren’t forced to become active members. They were entitled to NCT’s protection with or without the logo tattooed on their bodies. Lana joined NCT of her own volition, much to the dismay of her mother, who feared she would end up just like the man she had once loved. Y/N, on the other hand, wasn’t aware of her family’s lifestyle until her mother sat down with her and had a long talk, knowing full well she couldn’t keep from her forever. After the shock and rage subsided, Y/N talked with her older sister, who explained in more detail exactly what being an NCT member entailed. On her 12th birthday, she decided that she wanted to become a full-fledged member of NCT. That’s when three long years of gruesome training began.

 It started with basic hand-to-hand combat, then escalated into weapons training with both guns and knives. After that, it was the psychological training, in order to ensure that she was mentally capable of protecting NCT’s secrets and withstanding interrogation. Once she passed her mental evaluations, they moved her onto basic first aid training and then negotiation lessons. Soon, she became one of the best soldiers NCT had to offer. She’s still one of the most respected and feared NCT soldiers, gaining almost as much respect as the caporegimes.

 This leads us back to six months ago, when Mrs. Kim passed away. It wasn’t a sudden death. In fact, both of the sisters had seen it coming from a mile away, but it still took quite the toll on them. After weeks of grieving, the sisters finally composed themselves enough to return to work. In the higher ranks of NCT, discussions were being held regarding the branches of NCT. The Riverdale branch had been dormant since the capos who resided there before left, and now all the NCT members who lived there had either hidden as normal citizens or temporarily joined smaller gangs, like the Southside Serpents and Ghoulies. 

“I’m just saying. It would be in our best interest to start running the Riverdale branch again.” Johnny, a caporegime and the consigliere, argued.

 “Johnny’s right, TY. While the Riverdale branch has been dormant, we’ve lost almost half of the members that were there to other gangs and lost about $20 million in income per month.” It was rare to see Doyoung, yet another capo, agree with Johnny.

 Virtually all the other caporegimes in the room agreed with Johnny’s argument, all except for Taeil, the eldest capo and underboss. “Riverdale has nothing to offer us anymore. All the drug and weapons deals have been taken over by other organizations and there’s nobody of importance for protective services. Besides, it’s such a small town, it would benefit us more to start up a branch in the big city.” 

Taeil and Johnny had been going back and forth on the matter since the meeting started almost two hours prior, which thoroughly annoyed Taeyong. “Majority is in agreement that we should restart the Riverdale branch, so I’ve decided that we will do just that. Jaehyun and Lana pack your things, you’ll be the branch boss and underboss, respectively. Capos Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, and Chenle will also be accompanying you in case of another incident like three years ago. We’ll also send a few extra soldiers to add onto the ones dormant in Riverdale. And obviously, Y/N will also be accompanying you.” Taeyong finished, waiting for confirmation from the new branch leaders and then ending the meeting.

 Once they had been dismissed, Jaehyun and Lana left the room and headed back to their shared apartment in NCT’s complex. “So, how do you think Y/N will feel about moving back to Riverdale?” Jaehyun asked.

 “ I don’t know, Jae. I guess it really depends on if her old friends are still there, but I don’t know how much our father’s… incident affected her.” Lana responded earnestly. It was true, Y/N had changed a lot since her father’s breakdown. She wasn’t as in tune with her emotions anymore and used the mafia lifestyle as an escape. Maybe having those old friends back will help her to regain some sort of emotional sentience, but nothing can be assured. 

Opening the door to their home, Lana and Jaehyun were greeted by Y/N sitting at the kitchen bar on her computer, likely typing out an essay for her literature class. “Y/N, we have some important things to discuss.” Lana said, carefully as if her little sister would scurry like a mouse if she were too blunt. 

Y/N closed her computer, saving the document she had been working on. She looked between her sister and brother-in-law, eyes guarded and suspecting. “What’s up? I don’t like how cautious you’re being right now.”

 Lana took a deep breath. Y/N had always been absorbed in her schoolwork, busting her ass to keep up her 4.0 GPA by constantly studying and working to improve her education. “As much as you love the school that you’re going to now, soon, we have to move…back to Riverdale-” 

Y/N quickly stood to her feet, eyes wide. “What?!” She exclaimed, nearly knocking over her chair with her sudden movements. “Back to Riverdale? Seriously?!”

 Lana, assuming her sister was upset, gently tried to calm her down. “I know you may not want to go back because of what happened, but this is for official NCT business.” 

Y/N quickly shook her head back and forth, “No, no, no. I’m happy about this.” The confusion written on Lana and Jaehyun’s faces would have been comical in any other situation, but the need for an explanation trumped any humor there was. “I can see Archie and Betty and Juggie again. All of my childhood friends, I’ll be able to see them again.” A sigh of relief left both Jaehyun and Lana, who were genuinely terrified that Y/N would be upset.

 “We’re leaving once this semester of your schooling ends. Monday, once office hours are open, we’re gonna start getting your credits transferred with the school and start contacting old NCT members from Riverdale.” Jaehyun explained, turning on the electric kettle he had filled with water. “After that, your sister and I will work on rebuilding the Riverdale branch and you will be enjoying your summer and rekindling old friendships, I hope.” He smiled, setting two cups of tea in front of the sisters. Small thanks were heard from both before slow sips.

 Lana stood from her seat, grabbing the cup of tea and heading towards her bedroom. “Since there’s only a couple weeks left before school ends, I would suggest packing up most of your things, especially your small things, beforehand so we can save time. While Jae is taking care of your school stuff and relations, I’ll be here all day packing up the apartment.” She nodded off before disappearing into her bedroom.

 Jaehyun, now with his own tea, whispered to Y/N before leaving into the same room. “Make sure to go easy on her the next few weeks. Taeil’s still making a fuss about the Riverdale branch and I can guarantee he’ll be harassing her about it until the profits start showing up.” 

Y/N nodded in agreement before reopening her laptop. “Got it.” 

The next few weeks were spent with constant phone calls, a lot of packing tape, and several moving men taking things to either be put into storage, sold, or sent to their new home in Riverdale. After a long 18 hour flight and 4 hour drive, the black SUV with tinted windows finally passed by the nostalgic sign. “Riverdale: The Town with PEP!”

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Long Reach Collection

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49587442 by Dragonnfire One-shot collection featuring Bughead. Varchie and Choni on the side with copious amounts of Serpent found family. Words: 9893, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom, Toni Topaz Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, choni, varchie, bughead - Freeform, Southside Serpent Jughead Jones, Southside Serpent Betty Cooper, Southside Serpent Leader Jughead Jones, Mentioned Southside Serpents Gang, Fluff, Humor, Romance, Drama, Found Family, mentioned smut, Protective Sweet Pea (Riverdale), Stonewall Prep (Riverdale), Riverdale Bulldogs - Freeform, Jughead Jones Loves Betty Cooper, Protective Serpents, Serpent Queen Betty Cooper, Serpent King Jughead Jones, B & V capers, Archie Andrews Being an Idiot, Cheryl is a bitch but she's our bitch, Reggie mantle being an asshole but we love him anyway read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49587442

[cherryliqueurkinks]

I’m hoping to see new material soon. I honestly enjoy your writing. Also can you make more Brent, chuck, and nick with any of the girls. They are my fav also the serpents and ghoulies gang as well🖤

I have two different fics that I was planning to meet by their "deadlines" which are looking more and more unlikely, but I'm still hoping to meet at least one!

And I'll take note of that! I know Brent is a no brainer for smut, but going back to seasons 1 and 2 definitely made me want to revisit my Chuck and Nick and Southside Serpent ideas ;)

[sweetfogarty]

Three’s Company (Sweet Pea x Reader; Fangs Fogarty x Reader)

Summary: Sweet Pea has always enjoyed being watched when he gets intimate, but lately he's been wondering what it would be like to do the watching, and so, in the depths of the university library, he watches you have sex with Fangs Fogarty.

Word count: 5.1K+

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+ only.

Author’s note: This was written for @riverdale-events‘ Kink Week 2019, under Theme Three (Across the Universe (of Paraphilias)). Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

The university library was quiet and cold, the stark overhead lights enough to give anyone a headache, let alone if they were hours deep in Shakespeare exam revision like you were. Your head was pounding, and as you looked longingly at your three empty coffee cups that adorned the table you were working at with Fangs, you realised the caffeine probably hadn’t helped your throbbing head.

It was late December, and with most students having left to return home for Christmas, you felt like one of the only students still slogging it out ready for your exams when you returned to your studies after the new year rolled in, and you were grateful that Sweet Pea and Fangs had agreed to stay for the extra few days before taking the long drive back to Riverdale with you.

You glanced across the table and caught Fangs’ eyes- he looked just as miserable as you did as he sat with his head against the headrest of his seat, staring at the ceiling. It was getting close to 11pm, and you’d been here since the late morning, telling yourselves that if you worked that bit harder, you could take more time off over Christmas and not feel guilty.

Fangs wasn’t himself after a long day at the library; he had faint dark circles under his eyes and his hair wasn’t styled in its usual quiff, but instead it sat messily across his forehead from running his hand through it in frustration.

You eyed Fangs carefully for a few more moments before slouching back into your seat with a loud sigh.

“You giving up too?” He asked from across the table, tearing his attention away from the ceiling towards your dishevelled form. You nodded reluctantly, pursing your lips together in response, shifting in your seat so that you could lean forward against the table on your elbows. Usually you’d be the two pushing each other to carry on, but right now both of you had resigned yourself to being done for the night. “Good, because I feel like an earthworm and there’s only so much longer I can spend looking at your ugly ass and this textbook before I go certifiably insane.”

You laughed from your chest, flicking your middle finger up at Fangs with a grin. “You wanna know something?” You asked, not caring whether your study partner would say yes or no, having the full intention of telling him anyway. “Firstly, you’re a dickhead. Secondly, this system is complete bullshit. We sit in classes for hours and spend even longer doing homework and making stupid notes on why Juliet is the sun, amongst other shit, for there to be literally no guarantee of a job. To be honest, I played myself, because they say that university ‘opens doors’, but the only damn doors I’m knocking at are all locked.”

Fangs looked at you profoundly, a smile playing at the ends of his lips as you groaned and slumped further against the table. “You need to get laid,” he mused, tidying up his notes and closing his textbook. “Speaking of getting laid, where’s Sweet Pea? Has he decided to ditch us already in search of a better life outside of the library?”

“He’s slacking, clearly,” you laughed with a shrug. “But he did text me half an hour ago saying he was on his way.”

“30 minutes ago?” Fangs asked confusedly, his voice booming in the silence that you’d been sat in. “You can literally see the library from your house, is he lost? Maybe all this studying has killed the last of his brain cells.”

“No, I’m not lost, you asshole,” Sweet Pea replied, appearing between the stacks of books with three coffee cups balanced precariously in his hands. “But maybe I’ll keep your coffee for myself now- I need it to replenish all these brain cells I’ve lost listening to your dumbassery.”

“I take it all back,” Fangs grinned, reaching out for his coffee which Sweet Pea pulled just out of his grasp. “Your brain is not completely dead, and there may be some hope left for you. Now, give me my coffee.”

Sweet Pea ducked, placing soft kiss to your forehead before handing you a warm take-away coffee cup. “A hot chocolate for you, because you clearly don’t need any more caffeine, angel,” he nodded towards the ornamental coffee cups with a playful smile. “And Fangs, you’re lucky that this coffee isn’t a gesture of good will, but is in fact a bribe, because I need help with my Macbeth essay.”

Fangs grabbed his coffee, taking a sip and exhaling a satisfied sigh at the taste. Sweet Pea had gone to the good coffee shop a few blocks in the opposite direction from campus, which explained why he was late.

“As much as I’d love to help as a thank you for this, I’ve mentally checked out for the night. I will help you tomorrow though,” Fangs smiled, clutching his coffee a little tighter. “But for now, I don’t want to hear any more talk about education, it’s making my brain ache even more and I want to enjoy this beautiful drink without being reminded of the guilt I’m ignoring about not studying right now.”

“You know, I might just drop out and sell pictures of my feet online,” you mused, sipping from your hot chocolate which was still impressively warm considering the distance Sweet Pea had travelled with it. “Or I’ll start a career on Porn Hub. Porn must be easier than this, and at least I’d have an actual job.”

Fangs snorted into his coffee, whilst Sweet Pea cocked an eyebrow, eyeing you over the brim of his cup with a dark look you knew all too well. “If you ever, and I mean ever, need someone to star in your videos as ‘young stud with a girthy cock’, I’m your man.”

Fangs’ widened eyes flicked between the two of you with a look of concern clearly adorning his face. “That was genuinely the worst thing you’ve ever said, Sweet Pea, I think you’ve put me off my coffee,” he groaned, setting his empty cup down on the table, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest dramatically. “Can you two just go home and bone already? I don’t know if I can do another session in the library tomorrow with this unresolved sexual tension distracting me from the heights of Shakespeare.”

Sweet Pea looked between the pair of you sat at the table. You were doodling in the back of your notebook with your coloured pens that you’d been using to make notes with earlier, and Fangs had regained his original position looking at the ceiling, pondering whether the library life was worth living anymore. The longer he stared, the more his idea seemed plausible and reasonable. Long nights in this dusty, quiet corner of the library surrounded by shelves of books, had zapped the life out of you both, and he wanted his best friends back on their top form for the Christmas festivities that were bound to take place back in Riverdale.

Once, during a game of drunken truth or dare, right at the beginning of your relationship with Sweet Pea during the dating stage, you’d admitted that you’d fantasied about what it would be like to be with Fangs, and Sweet Pea knew Fangs thought you were attractive, so the perfect storm was brewing.

Sweet Pea had always enjoyed the thrill of being watched during sex- you’d found that out when he asked you if you’d be willing to let him fuck you in the window of your dorm room during your first year of college. You’d been hesitant at first, but after some thought you’d agreed. That night was one of the most electric nights you’d ever had, and that night you saw a different side to him that you’d craved ever since.

It was a few weeks later, after some drinks at the Wyrm during the Easter break, that he’d suggested the idea of him watching you with someone else. The idea had come to Sweet Pea one night, and he hadn’t been able to shake it since. You’d been intrigued by the idea of your big brute of a boyfriend stepping aside to let you experiment with someone else for both of yours’ pleasure, considering he was protective at the best of times, and a little jealous at the worst, and so you agreed with little hesitation. If he wanted it as much as you did, you were willing to oblige.

It was now, in the depths of the top story of the library at the quietest time of year, that he saw an opportunity arising.

The library had become even quieter than it was when he’d arrived with the coffees and hot chocolate- nearly all the students were at home with their families and the staff were at the front desk, five floors down, moping about how they were still working so close to Christmas in this godforsaken place. The chances of you getting caught were slim, but the thrill made him want it even more.

It was now or never; an opportunity as golden as this would never arise again, and Sweet Pea hoped that you two were feeling wild enough, in your library haze, to agree.

“Guys,” he swallowed, pausing momentarily as he waited for your attention. “You both need a study break, right? I’ve got an idea, but you both have to trust me on this.”

“I trust you.” You smiled, putting the caps back on your pens as you sat up a little in your chair, interested at what was going through Sweet Pea’s head.

“I wouldn’t trust you as far as I could throw you, you fat lard, but I can feel myself getting closer to death with every second I spend in this chair, so I’ll bite,” Fangs shrugged, knitting his hands in his lap, though both of the knew that he trusted Sweet Pea with his life.

Sweet Pea laughed dryly as he took your hand and squeezed it gently. He was nervous to even present the idea to the two of you, and even more nervous to hear your reactions to it, but he knew he had to be confident to get you to agree. After finally steeling his resolve, he stood and made his way towards the corner of the library that held the old Law Reports from the 1800s. It was a corner that was not only notoriously quiet, but it was also out of the view of the CCTV cameras that were dotted across the ceiling, making timed rotations to ensure that students weren’t doing the exact thing Sweet Pea was about to propose.

“Why are we going over there?” Fangs asked loudly, causing Sweet Pea to whip his head around and shh him with a glare. “All this dust is going to send me into an asthma attack, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s asbestos over here ready to give me lung disease.”

The library lights weren’t as bright over in the farthest corner of the library, blocked out by the ceiling high bookshelves, the majority of the light came in through the windows from the streetlights a few floors below. The yellowish hue made the boys’ skin look like caramel, but also highlighted the dust and cobwebs that covered the untouched, cloth bound books.

“He has a point, Sweet Pea,” you whispered as you came to a halt in a corner you were unfamiliar with, dragging your finger across a shelf before blowing the dust off the tip. “What are we doing over here? I thought you were giving us a study break, not a tour of the library.”

Sweet Pea paused, shoving his hands in his pockets as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Do you remember what we talked about over Easter?” He asked, placing a hand on your hip as he waited for a response. When you stared at him blankly, he sighed before continuing. “I said I wanted to watch.”

A grin spread across Sweet Pea’s face as you realised what he was referencing, and you almost choked on your words trying to comprehend his offer. “You want to watch, now? Here?” You asked. “With who? Fangs?”

“Wait, what are we doing right now with Fangs?” the shorter Serpent asked, looking between the two of you, his eyebrows furrowing. “What are you watching? What’s happening here? Why are we speaking in code?”

“Fangs be quiet for a second, please,” you told him. He held up his hands and turned his attention to Volume One of the 1876 American Law Reports, busying himself whilst you tried to work out what was going through Sweet Pea’s mind. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious,” Sweet Pea nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen into your face. “There’s never going to be another opportunity like this, we both know it, doll. Do you still want to try?”

“Well, yeah,” you nodded enthusiastically, peeking over Sweet Pea’s shoulder at Fangs who was surprisingly engrossed in an ancient looking book. “But only if you’re okay with it.”

Fangs snapped his book shut, sliding it back into the lonely alcove before brushing his hands off, sending dust into the air around him. “If you’re okay with what, Sweet Pea?”

“You fucking my girlfriend.”

Fangs swallowed, blinking dazedly and fiddling nervously with the rings on his fingers as he rocked back and forth on his feet, wishing he’d never asked. “I don’t want to sleep with you,” he started, turning his attention to you, but fumbling over his words when he saw a slightly offended expression take over your usually kind face. “I mean I do. I mean… oh god I don’t know what I mean.” He ran his hands through hair, chewing on his lip awkwardly. Once he finally noticed the two of you grinning at him with a glint in your eyes that was anything but innocent, his heart stopped hammering as fast and he dropped his hands to his sides, a warmth spreading across his skin. “You’re gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but you’re Sweet Pea’s girlfriend and I’m not gonna do him dirty like that. I may be a snake by name, but not by nature.”

“But it’s not doing him dirty because we bothwant it,” you smiled, placing a hand on Sweet Pea’s chest as he snaked one around your waist, squeezing you tightly into his side. You gave Fangs an encouraging smile, softening your gaze to something more sultry. “Please Fangs, just say yes. For me?”

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Fogarty, we both know I’m not a sharer, so this is it. She wants you, you definitely want her too, and I’m playing nice- it’s a no brainer.”

Fangs studied you two for a moment, arm in arm, staring at him with a hopeful look in your eyes, as he tried to make sure that you weren’t playing some kind of elaborate prank on him, before he sucked up his confidence and answered you.

“Okay, okay, I’m in.”

A wide grin wove over Sweet Pea’s features as he detangled his arm from your form, turning you to face him in the process. He ducked his head down, kissing you softly with a hand on your cheek. “Keep it quiet- we don’t want anyone up here knowing what’s going on and ratting on us to security. I want this to last,” he reminded you with a hungry smile, gently pushing you towards Fangs with a slap to the ass. He settled a few feet away, leaning against the windowsill with his back and elbows, legs crossed lazily beneath him.

You knew Fangs wouldn’t make the first move, out of respect for Sweet Pea and their friendship, as well as his friendship with you, and so slowly you approached him. Something was different now; the air was thicker, hotter and full of an unspoken tension. After a few steps, you were face to face with the boy you knew so well, and he looked divine. “Can I touch you?”

Fangs nodded, a softened but excited look adorning his face. “Please.”

Goosebumps prickled up your arms as you snaked them around his neck, your fingers tangling into his hair like second nature. You knew there was a chance of you being caught, despite the fact that the library looked like a ghost town and that you were buried deep in the shelves, and the thrill sent a warmth between your legs. Despite the danger you wanted to savour the first few moments of this new experience and so your touches were soft and gentle, as if it was forbidden.

“You can touch me too,” you smiled, scratching his head in a spot that made him purr. “I’d like it if you did.”

Fangs threw a glance towards Sweet Pea, an unspoken look exchanged between them before he carefully settled his hands on your hips, squeezing them and pulling you closer to him. You let out a content sigh, pushing yourself against him as he dipped his head, stopping when there was a hair’s breadth between your lips.

You took a few moments to simply look at each other as his breath fanned across your face and he tried his hardest to hold back before he knew he wouldn’t be able to anymore. His honey-eyed look of adoration made the pit of your stomach stir, but the longer he stared, the darker his gaze got, and finally the stir in your stomach turned into a growing warmth between your legs.

He traced your jaw gently from your ear to your chin with the tips of his fingers, following the curve of your bottom lip with his thumb. With a fervency that almost knocked the air out of your lungs, he kissed you, clutching at your cheek with one hand whilst the other snaked around your lower back, hand creeping under your top and stilling, splay against the warm skin. Your back arched with the curve of his hand, feeling a warmth bubbling within you as you stood, your frame flush against Fangs’ muscular form.

Sweet Pea watched carefully as the kiss took place, noticing how your fingers tugged at Fangs’ hair and how he melted against you as you did so. He shifted against the windowsill, trying to get a better look as your chests pressed together and your hands dropped from Fangs’ hair, to his neck and shoulders. You let out a whimper as his hands moved to your ass, skimming all the curves of your body down on the way and squeezing it through your skirt. Sweet Pea grinned in response, his bottom lip coming between his teeth as he adjusted himself in his jeans, pleased that Fangs was finally getting into his stride.

“Touch me more,” you mumbled against the column of Fangs’ throat as you pulled away to catch your breath. “I want you to touch me.”

“Touch her,” Sweet Pea interjected from where he was stood with an eyebrow raised. “We’re in public, so we’re on borrowed time.”

With that in mind, Fangs found some determination to take control of the situation. He dipped his hand downwards and beneath your skirt, pushing the material of your lavender coloured panties aside to rub your clit with the tip of his pointer finger. The grin on Sweet Pea’s face widened as your knees buckled beneath you and you clung to Fangs’ shoulders to hold yourself upright.

“Holy shit,” you moaned quietly, letting your head fall back and your mouth hang open. Fangs’ lips attached to the newly exposed skin, leaving wet kisses along your throat. You felt him smile against your skin as he elicited another whine from you, the high-pitched noise coming out louder than any of the other noises you’d made before.

Fangs’ hand came across your mouth as he kissed up your throat, leaving purpling marks as he did so. Fangs sucked forcefully on your pulse point and nipped at the skin above the vein, making you buck against him involuntarily as you writhed in his grasp. Your arms erupted in goose bumps and your toes curled inside your shoes, another whimper finding its way out of you, but this time caught by Fangs’ hand across your mouth. “Be quiet, princess,” he told you as he nipped at your ear. “Or this whole thing is over, and I’ll leave you wondering what I could have done to you.”

You nodded keenly and pushed yourself into his fingertips on your clit, your own hands reaching down to fumble with his belt and jeans.

Sweet Pea stepped a little closer as Fangs pressed you up against the windowsill, fisting your skirt into a bunch up around your hips, his lips reconnecting with yours in a bruising kiss. You dragged your fingers down Fangs’ arms, following the curve of his biceps, your gaze dropping downwards when he removed his fingers from your clit. Your eyes scrunched tightly shut as he slipped two fingers into your opening, his thumb replacing where his finger was before, rubbing lazy circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Take your shirt off,” he murmured against your lips with a commanding tone in his voice, pausing for a brief moment with a grin twisting at his lips when he saw your eyes widen. “Or are you too scared we’ll get caught?”

You shot him a defiant look, glancing over at Sweet Pea who was watching you with a look that was filled with mirth and an interest to see whether you would comply with Fangs’ challenge.

You shot him a wink before you pulled your top off, revealing a lacy lavender bra that matched your panties. You pushed up onto your toes, bringing the swell of your chest up towards Fangs’ face, a playful look in your eyes as your hands cupped your breasts.

“Like what you see?” You asked, with a purposeful lust in your voice, lips pouty and eyes innocent.

Fangs hummed in agreement, using his free hand to pull the straps off your shoulders and the cups down. He ducked his head downwards, taking a nipple in his mouth as he sucked, his tongue rolling across it and his teeth gently biting at the sensitive bud. Fangs looked up at you through his thick, black eyelashes, curling his fingers inside of you, a dirty look engulfing his face as you let out a strangled whine and a blush flushed across your chest and neck, settling onto your cheeks.

“Fuck, Fangs,” you moaned through gritted teeth, trying your hardest to stay quiet as your fingers threaded through his hair, brushing the stands that had fallen into his face away. “Take your trousers off, please.”

With his free hand, he pushed down his jeans and boxers just enough to free his cock, you hand immediately running down his chest and taking it into your grasp, rolling your thumb over the tip, eliciting a hiss from him. Slowly, you began to stoke him, watching as his face contorted into something filled with ecstasy and he groaned against your chest, sending a bolt of electricity straight to where his fingers were fucking you.

He pulled his lips away from your breast with a lewd pop, standing back up to full height, thrusting into your hands, frustrated at how agonisingly slowly you were stroking him. Fangs’ forehead dropped against your shoulder as he pressed butterfly kisses to your collarbones, whispering profanities against the rosy skin. Between his hand working between your legs and the kisses against your sensitive skin, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach with both ends of the rope being pulled, ready for it to come loose all at once.

“Fangs,” you whispered breathlessly into his ear, causing him to shudder. “Pull your trousers down some more, or are you too scared we’ll get caught?”

Fangs’ head snapped up, his gaze meeting yours, a challenging look weaving its way across your face as your head dropped to the side, waiting for his next move. “Touché, your wish is my command, angel.”

You whined at the loss of contact as Fangs removed his hands to pull his trousers and boxers down further, clenching your thighs together to try to emulate the sensation, but it was nothing compared to the magic that had been coming from his fingers.

Confusedly, Fangs’ attention was drawn away from you as he felt a tap on his arm, looking around to see Sweet Pea holding out a neat foil packet. He nodded in thanks, shooting his best friend a smile as he rolled the packet between his fingers.

Sweet Pea stepped back, nodding back at Fangs in response, returning to his spot at the windowsill a few panes up from the window you were at. His demeanour was relaxed as he leaned against the wood of the window frame, his tongue caught between his teeth in anticipation of what was to come.

Fangs didn’t want to rush the moment, and had you been in private he would have done all sorts of nasty things to you that he knew would make you weak at the knees, but he was acutely aware that you were in public and that with every second that passed, the more likely it was that security would sweep the floor and discover the two of you wrapped up in each other with Sweet Pea watching, so, as you pressed butterfly kisses to the column of his throat, he rolled the latex condom down the length of his cock that was thick with lust.

As Fangs guided his cock between your legs, you met Sweet Pea’s gaze over his shoulders, both of your eyes pooling with lust. His bottom lip was sore and swollen from biting it as he watched you, and you could clearly see the bulge in his trousers, pushing against the jeans and tenting the material. He was clearly aching to be touched, and you knew that after this was over with Fangs, your night would continue with Sweet Pea. The smirk on his lips confirmed your thoughts and you moaned into Fangs’ shoulder at the thought of it, your hands weaving around his wide back, ready for what was to come.

“Fuck me Fangs,” you whispered, your breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “I know you’ve thought about what it would be like, so fuck me.”

A groan rumbled from the deepest part of Fangs’ chest in response. You were right- he’d thought about it late at night before, wondering what it would be like to find himself between your thighs, to hear his name rolling off your lips like silk, and now it was finally a reality. He knew he shouldn’t think about it, but there was something so enticing about you. You were the forbidden fruit, and he wanted a taste so badly.

With his cock at your entrance, he slowly sunk in, wanting to remember what that moment felt like forever, but his thoughts quickly vanished into nothing and he could only focus on how tight and warm you felt around him. He stilled for a few moments, breathing deeply as he attempted to control himself from ravaging you there and then, before beginning to thrust at a controlled pace.

His hand dipped downwards, fingertips working small, neat circles on your clit quickly as he thrusted, watching your face become a picture of bliss. With one hand on his back and the other splay against the glass, you pulled him against you tightly, wrapping a leg up and around his waist to steady yourself and let him get closer. You wanted to feel as much as of him as you could, in case you never got the chance to again.

Fangs’ free hand came around your throat, squeezing a perfect amount of pressure, thumb and fingertip curving upwards to press into the pressure point just behind your ears, dizzying you in way that made every movement he was making feel so much more intense, the sensation electrifying every nerve in your body.

Fangs’ thrusts began to pick up speed as he felt himself grow needy, chasing a release, his muscles tensing beneath your hands every time he thrusted into you, each one becoming more bruising and intense than the last.

The exhilaration of getting caught by security or being seen through the window along with Fangs’ movements overwhelmed your senses, and you could feel yourself come undone as you met Sweet Pea’s gaze over Fangs’ shoulder through your hooded eyes, your nails leaving crescent moons in Fangs’ caramel silk skin and your knees buckling beneath you.

You kept your eyes locked onto him as you came, and he cursed under his breath, running one hand through his hair whilst adjusting his jeans with the other, the material feeling increasingly tight as he cock grew thicker with every second that he had to watch. In that moment, it wouldn’t have been hard for him to come over and intervene, wanting to have his way with you too, but he remained leaning against the windowsill, waiting for Fangs to finish before he approached.

It didn’t take long before Fangs joined you in ecstasy, his chest heaving, and hair matted against his forehead which glistened with afterglow.

After a few moments, Fangs pulled out, knotting the condom before pulling up his trousers and handing you your top. It was quiet between the three of you, and before he could step away, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips as a thank you.

Sweet Pea’s approach had been almost silent and unnoticed by the pair of you. He placed a hand on Fangs’ shoulder, shaking him in a brotherly manner with a smile twisting at his tips, before pulling you in for a heated kiss which left you feeling breathless.

“I really fucking liked it,” he mumbled against you lips, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his bulge. “That was unbelievable, holy shit.” Sweet Pea let out a rumble of a groan as you squeezed his bulge, his eyes darkening and his gaze becoming something dangerous. “If you’re finished studying for the night, we can go back to my place. My roommate won’t mind, hell, after that, he might even join in.”

Fangs’ head snapped up at the inference, his cheeks flushed and skin looking like honeyed in the light. “Fuck yeah he won’t mind.”

[honeydewhazard]

Imagine...

A riverdale episode where NOBODY gets shot, everyone is happy, Choni is thriving and falice gets together.

[southsidebeck]

Sins: A Masterlist

Anything NSFW will be marked with an asterisk *

Riverdale

Sweet Pea

Hate*

His Princess*

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove

Second Chance

Miscellaneous

Tom Hiddleston

Blindfold*

[imagininghim]

can you do fp on your graduation would include?

FP on your graduation day would include...

A/N: I am not gonna lie, I stopped watching Riverdale after season two and from what I heard, it is all over the place now but I will always write for FP Jones because I adore Skeet Ulrich.

TW: Maybe swearing but that's it and as always the reader is of age. This would be her graduating high school but she is 18/19!

Anyway's I hope you enjoy!

Please like, reblog, and follow!

~ To say he was proud, was an under statement.

~ You lived on the Southside for your whole life, FP had watched you grow since you were a little girl and now you were a young woman.

~ Your parents were drug addicts and being the only child, they didn't seem to care much on what you did or who you did.

~ The day you turned 18, they abandoned you like yesterday's news.

~ FP and Jughead took you in and let you stay with them, eventually finding your real place is this fucked up world.

~ While staying with them, you began to develop some feelings for the Serpent leader. I mean it's not like you hadn't noticed how good looking and kind he was before.

~ Eventually, you and FP would share a kiss between the two of you which then led to more steamy outcomes. Over time, you and FP decided to take things to the next level and became a couple.

~ Jughead was supportive but you couldn't say the same for your classmates and other towns folk. People would begin to slut shame you and spread rumours about you and FP.

~ But you stayed strong and ignored them. You worked you ass off in your senior year and got straight A's as well as getting into a good university.

~ When it would come time for your graduation ceremony, FP was the first one there.

~ He would sit in the crowd with Fred and Alice, like a supportive parent (he was also there for Jughead but this is about the reader so, yeah.) but also so he wouldn't embarrass you.

~ When your name was called, he would cheer out loud. Yelling such things as, "that's my girl!" to which you would blush and try to pay no mind to him.

~ After the ceremony, he would stand there with (Y/F/F) and a big smile on his face.

~ "I'm so proud of you baby girl!" Picking you up and spinning you in his arms.

~ You, FP, and everyone else would make your way over to Pop's for a celebratory supper before heading home.

~ " You know, Jughead's not going to be home tonight." He would begin to whisper into your ear. "Which means you and I have the whole place to ourselves." With a blush creeping across your face, he would continue as a hand trailed up your thigh. "And I have so many things planned to celebrate my baby girls success."

~ You couldn't wait to go home.

[dyrian-olive]

IMAGINE SWEET PEA SMUT

You and Sweet pea were never the best of friends but when it came to sex it was like you were soulmates, you knew exactly what e other wanted without them even telling you. So the casual hookups began. Each Friday you would go to the shady motel outside of Riverdale snd wait for Sweet pea. And that’s how it always was and of course it was in secret, nobody could know that you were fucking a serpent. And to them it would look like you were WITH Sweet pea. But that wasn’t the case at all. So you continued in secret until this one fateful night.

I walked inside the Bathroom to get ready when I heard a knock on the door. I walked towards it carefully opening it to reveal him, Sweet pea. “Sweet pea.” I said. He leaned down., our lips only centimeters apart. “Shut up and kiss me.” He said and I leaned in quick and kiss him passionately. He placed his hand at my waist and walked inside and kicked the door closed with his foot. Both of us unaware of the danger to come and the people watching us.

I moaned into our kiss while he let out a rough groan. “Jump.” He mumbled against my lips. And so I did and he caught the backs of my thighs. He stepped forward and put me on top of the counter. He slowly slid his hands up my sides and down again to rest them on my hips. His right hand going down to where I needed him most.

I let out a gasp as his finger started to trace a figure eight on my clit. He lowered his head and began to assault my neck. Soft, gentle kisses with the undertone of harsh, needy. He hastily pulled off by panties. He grabbed my legs and pulled me off the counter kissing me and he placed me onto the bed and pulled me to the edge.

He lowered himself till he rested on his knees and pushed by legs up and pushed them apart. He picked up my leg and began kissing hey ankle and continued going down skipping my heat. I let out a wine at that. “Patience Princess, patience.” Was all he said and continued on my other leg. Once he was almost there he planted a kiss right on my center making me even wetter if it was possible. “Ahh already so wet for me Princess, I am going to have a lot of fun with you.” He said and sucked on it clit. I moaned. He flicked his tongue against it which caused me to let out a whimper. My breathing became heavy as he inserted one of his fingers in me. Then two which he used to scissor me, starching me out, getting me ready for him. I closed my eyes beginning to feel the tight knot form in my belly. “Eyes open Princess or I stop.” He said. So I tried my best to keep them that way. It was very hard. I bit my lip, curling my toes as he road out my high.

Still sensitive from before he let me rest a little before ripping down his pants and boxers and revealing his 9 inches. I gasped even though I had seen it a thousand times before and had taken it alright I was still in shock in how big he was. He chuckled. “You gonna stare all day Princess?” He said. I shook my head. “Good, come here.” He said. So I got up and crawled towards him. I sat in my knees, awaiting his next command. But he didn’t say anything else he simply pushed me before climbing on top. “So pretty.” He said stroking my cheek.

Then he kissed me before entering me slowly. And waiting for me to adjust. “Y-you can move.” I said. And so he began to ram into me relentlessly. And in a minute I was a moaning mess. He attacked my neck with his lips yet angain adding more purple and red to the canvas of my skin. I raked my nails up his biceps and to his shoulders. He hissed but didn’t seem to complain. Again I felt the familiar knot forming. My walls squeezing against him. “Ahh, ready to cum for me already?” He asked. “Mhm.” I answered. Bitting my bottom lip as I said, so eager to just have release. I held on for a couple more of his thrusts before coming undone and at the same time he did as well.

He collapsed onto me before kissing my cheek again. “That was good.” He said. “Yes, it was.” I responded. I let out a sigh as he got up. I closed my eyes and was almost asleep when I felt something cold against my heat. I immediately closed my legs before opening my eyes and looking down. Only to find Sweet pea with a sash cloth in his hand. “Why’d it have to be cold?” I asked by it came out as more of a wine. He chuckled. “Can you open your legs so I can clean you?” “Fine.” I closed my eyes again and let him clean. Once he was done I closed my legs and turned to the side. I felt the bed dip behind me and an warm arm slip gently across my waist. Holding me close. “I love you.” He said. Did he really say that? I smiled. I had liked Sweet pea for a long time I just didn’t want to ruin what we had. If we ever even had anything but now we do. “I love you to Sweet pea.” I said and turned around facing him. “Alex.” “What?” “Call me Alex it my name.” I nodded before burying my head in his chest. “I love you Alex.”

[hunnybunnypr1ncess]

Loves me not | FP Jones x Reader

Songfic to the song "Loves me not" by t.a.t.u.

Summary: Y/N runs away from her crazy mother and lives now with FP and Jughead. Jughead is like her brother, but she sees more in FP than a father figure.

Warnings: age gap (Reader is over 18!), angst, mention of alcohol- and drugsábuse (underage), some smut elements

Y/N's POV

I never thought that it would come like this. I never imagined that my life goes down like that. I always was a strange kid, maybe that's why I was best friends with Jughead. He was something like my big brother, even if I was older than him. I always hung around his trailer, maybe I shouldn't have done that so often.

I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was really late at night and I had another fight with my crazy mother. I had enough of this stupid woman, so I decided to run away. I pushed some clothes in a large backpack and rushed outside. My mother screamed something but I didn't turned around. She was drunk like every night, so I knew I should better go, before something happened.

As I stood there, knocking on the door in this freezing cold night I started to regret that I went there. What if the will send me back home? But before I could think about it too much, the door opened. "Y/N? What happened? Is everything-" Jughead saw my big backpack, stuffed with my most important stuff and he didn't need to finish his question. He knew what happened. He stepped aside, letting me step inside the trailer. His dad was sitting on the table, a beer bottle into his hand. I always had a sweet spot for FP. Maybe I also had a little crush on him, but it never was something serious, at least I thought that. He looked at me with his dark brown eyes. I think he knew that I was holding back my tears. He walked over to the fridge and handed me a beer. He didn't say a word, he just pulled he chair next to him aside and I let myself drop onto the chair.

My mother didn't called the next day. I wasn't surprised, if I was honest. Maybe she was sleeping because of her hangover. I was kind of glad that she didn't cared about me. She didn't cared when I was 13 and drunk. She didn't cared when I was 14 and stoned. She will never care and maybe it was the best for both of us.

You have to know that my mum was a northsider, with much money. She always had lived a great life. She never had to work for anything. If you saw her you would think "What a nice and beautiful lady" but she isn't. Behind closed doors she was the devil. Her newest man, I don't even know his name, buys her everything that she wants. She never said a word about me, most men don't even know she has a daughter. I was a mistake and she always reminded me of that. And as a good northsider that she was, she hated the southsiders. I never understood what her problem was. She especially hated the Jones family. She hated it that I found a friend in Jughead. As we two grew older and kept getting closer and closer friends, the relationship between me and my mom got even worse. She got me another room in the basement, so she didn't has to see me. It was okay for me. I never knew something different. My mother never showed me love. So I tried to fill this hole in my heart with different people.

FP and Jughead let me stay with them. After some time, I was there for many weeks now, we grew more and more together. We had a great time until...

I complicated our lives by falling in love with him

I complicated our lives, now I'm losing my only friend

I don't know why, I had to try, living my life on the other side

Now I'm so confused

I don't know what to do

I was standing in the kitchen, only wearing some of FP's flannels. It was early in the morning so I tried my best not to wake them up. FP was sleeping on the couch, being the gentleman that he is, he let me and Jughead sleep in his bed. It was nice to have something like a real family. I opened the fridge and took the milk out. I reached out for a bowl to get myself some cereals, but I couldn't reached it. I tried climbing on the kitchen corner, but the clumsy girl I am, I fell off - Nearly.

"Y/N!" FP jumped up and before I reached the hard ground he catched me midway. I was laying in his arms. We never were that close to each other. My heart was racing and I felt the blood boil under my skin. What was happening here? Is this real?

FP looked into my eyes, licking over his lips. The sexual tension was as sharp as a knife. FP and I always shared some crackling fire that burned when we met each other. It just felt right, but both of us never did anything, too scared of the reactions of the other people.

My head was cloudy, not one thought could stay in my mind. Without any more thoughts I pulled him down to me by his collar and kissed him. FP didn't pulled away. First he was surprised, but he leaned in, returning the kiss. His hands get lost into my hair, pulling me closer onto his lap.

His tongue glided over my lips and I opened my mouth for him. He tasted like beer and peppermint gums. His kiss was exactly how I imagined it - heated, posessive, hard and passionate. He knew what he was doing. My legs started to shake. FP's hands reached under the flannel that I was wearing, inching forward to my breasts.

"We can't do that here! When Jughead sees us like that..." I complained between hot kisses. FP looked up and sighed: "You are right Y/N. But...I can't stop thinking about you." He leaned in for another kiss.

With this incident our realationship started. It wasn't really difficult to keep our affair a secret. I lived with him, so no one would expect that something is between us. We wanted to tell at least Jughead about us, but there never was a good moment to do that. He was my best friend and I was in love with his father. How should we tell him that?

"This is a joke right?!" As FP and me heared the familiar voice behind us, we let go of each other. I was sitting on his lap, heavily kissing him and my hands in his pants as Jughead came into the bedroom. Jughead stood there his face red out of anger. "My best friend and my dad? You know that you could be her father right?!"

Jughead was shaking, he couldn't say anymore words. He was furious. I stood up from FP's lap. FP looked at me, trying to close his zipper. He stood up, hands still fumbeling with his pants. "Jug. We wanted to tell you, but we never knew how we should say it."

"Since when is this thing going on between you two?" "Since 3 months." Jughead laughed out, but it wasn't a happy laugh. He was pissed!

"And you didn't managed to tell me in 3 months? And I thought we were friends.." With this words he left. I wanted to follow him, but FP hold onto my hand. "It's better to let him calm down first.." I just nodded. FP was right.

This night Jughead didn't come back home. I sat on the couch next to FP, but we didn't said a word. We both knew that this was wrong. FP was much older then me and I was Jughead's best friend since god knows when. And I was stupid enough to fall in love with my best friend's dad.

I started blurring the lines because I didn't care

I started crossing the line, cause you were never there

No where to turn,

No one to help,

It's almost like I don't even know myself

Now I have to choose

I don't know what to do

It was the next morning. I felt asleep on the couch. FP wasn't there anymore. The sun was shining through the window directly in my face and burning in my eyes. My eyes stung from the tears I tried to hold back. I sat up, trying to get my thoughts together. As I tried to calm myself down I started rocking back and forth. I couldn't hold my tears back anymore. The tears started to fall and I couldn't stop myself anymore. I cried so much and cupped my face in my hands, trying to let the sniveling out as quiet as possible.

What should I do?

He loves me, he loves me not

She loves me, she loves me not

Okay, I can't believe it. After more than 3 years I finished this fanfiction. Do you guys even remember me haha? If you want another part, let me know. I just wanted to write a angsty story (I guess - I mean I started this story 3 years ago lol). xoxo Belle

[ao3feed--bughead]

Tempt me

by Ace_Fanboy0405

Betty tried to tempt her boyfriend at work and he will show her the consequences of doing so.

Words: 2173, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 17 of Jughead x Betty works

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Toni Topaz

Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Jughead Jones & Toni Topaz

Additional Tags: Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Somehow This Happened, Top Jughead Jones, Dominant!Jughead Jones, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Southside Serpent Jughead Jones, Protective Jughead Jones, Dom Jughead Jones, Southside Serpent Betty Cooper, Betty Cooper Loves Jughead Jones, Jughead Jones Loves Betty Cooper, Praise Kink, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55297654

[scorpionwins]

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　　 ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

╰━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━╯

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There's something so inticing and so provocative and sweet in taking something that's not yours.

Jughead doesn't think about it, not much, isn't allowed to; it hurts a bit too deeply, just a pinch too close to a vein waiting to pop. " Do we get cookies again today?"

He loves the daycare; it's so normal and so mundane and such a splash of victory over this green greyscale hellhole of rags and blades that Jughead loves with everything in him.

He never felt safe around here, not with his father's hissing switchblade under a pillow or a protective hold around him and Jellybean. But these babies can be, - he's making sure. An ambassador's job only gets so much done, - but it gets them done.

Jughead plays fair, but he plays to win.

He smiles, as always, lips like a promise over their chubby cheeks, full of cake and face paint. " I'll talk to our supplier, and weasel out some great deals. As long as we remember not to get mud on the carpets."

They groan and they projectile their stuffies at him, if they're old enough to aim. The actual babies are fast asleep, waiting for their parents, mother, or father to slither by and tiredly take their played out toddlers or infants home, all with the same words on their lips.

" I didn't expect you to be good at this.''

There's nothing to really say; Jughead himself had no idea he'd fit into the caretaker role quite so quickly, quite so seamlessly, no pause or misstep, as he did.

He loves what he does, and, in moments where he misses Jellybean and Betty and Archie so terribly he aches, likes to think it loves him back. On the professional front, at least.

A motor engine, smooth and purring and gruff, ripples along this veil of peace. It's sounding angry, too, judging by the screech, the snap, the almost crushing grip on those handles. Jughead sighs. Oh, Pea. No.

It's the same road, different shoes. Everytime.

He wishes he could deny this boy, - could refuse him, could look his desires in the eye and slap them with a scalding smirk. Could for once yell, or turn his back instead of laying on it.

But one look, and he falls apart.

Sweet Pea looks like he always does, after visiting Josie. Hurt. Embarrassed. Hope turned to dust, crushed and spat in his eyes. And angry and vulnerable and raw in a way that's uncomfortable to look at, but Jughead learned to deal.

He goes for a little wave, the baby in his arms drooling a river on his shoulder delivered back safely to his mother, a sweet eyed serpentine with a map of stories on her face. " You okay, Juggie?"

Well, I love a boy who likes someone else who doesn't like him back. So no, not really. " Course. But I don't think you'll be. I showed them finger painting today."

With a groan and a hair ruffle, she leaves, leaving Jughead, Sweet Pea, and the pretty pink fence separating them alone. There's a crooked smile, just an offering of it. Sweet Pea is either too upset to return it, or doesn't care enough to.

Jughead smiles, shy of teasing, ready enough to prepare the keys to his trailer as they walk, but the temptation is too high, too close, tastes too much like Sweet Pea to turn it away.

" You have flour on your nose, " and he dusts it away,tippy toes cramping. He has to climb on muddy boots to reach, and even then his bones pop.

He how elegant, almost Bambi like eyelashes flutter and Sweet Pea's cheeks lose the tight edge before hopping back down. " Another culinary experiement night, or do we need an intervention?"

" Don't even joke." An arm around his waist. A platonic gesture, surely, because Jughead is the only person in this park Sweet Pea is actually careful with handling.

Like Jughead is something delicate and breakable and too holy to harm. It should infuriate him, and it does, on most days. Jughead's a survivor and he has the wounds to prove it. But it excites him too much to stop.

" I just want... Can we - not talk, I can't talk. Not right now. Not after she, - it's so stupid, just. I need, -"

" To blow off some steam," Jug nods, a stab of longing laced with hurt imploding into him, setting fire to his nerves, smoking the flesh of his cheeks bright red. " Well, what are friends for, right?"

"...Right."

His trailer, his own, his own only, - his dad refused to be babysat any longer, and promised Jughead, meaning it this time, that nothing will occur. Warning him a deal needs both hands.

Well. He technically did not break the no boyfriend over rule.

It's strange; For all that rage pumping, Sweet Pea is so careful, taking his jeans off, fingers gentle and tender and hungry on Jughead's sides, worshipful on his waist like lips on a cross.

He's in a comfy lap, back to chest, because they don't look at eachother. Never. Jughead is too afraid to ask why, decidedly too sad just because he can't look at Sweet Pea when they're like this.

But he doesn't want to ask; Benefits are not symmetrical in this dynamic they picked. They rarely are.

" You keep those?"

Jughead's mouth is full of spit, full of moans, choked by Sweet Pea's name, hot and spicy and honey fire on his tongue, so he can't answer immediately.

It's hard to focus while rocking and bouncing and doing the most to fish for a gasp or name slip from the man below you; Jughead can't feel good if Sweet Pea doesn't feel good.

" Wh-what?"

Is this too tender, a hand behind a damp head, fist full of hair but no tugging, no harshness, just simply holding? Is it too obvious, too much like a split wound?

" Those notes, - those goddam sticky notes. You keep those?" A groan. Yay! " Oh baby that's so good, - " baby baby baby baby. Do you call her that, too? " You hips are a danger to society.''

Kisses on his neck, melting his mind harder than any thrust could, no matter how magical, or how spot on it was, - and oh, God, it was. " I thought you didn't want to talk. "

Those are his sticky notes and his secret admirer that, as of recent discovery, was sworn is not Toni, and she's not playing a very mean prank on him. ' I can't commit to a hair color. Why would I comit to a months long prank? '

Plus, Toni possessed a remarkable talent at being a disaster in the kitchen, and those sweet treats found on his doorstep, carefully wrapped in dainty handkerchiefs to avoid staining the papers on top, were sent from heaven, clearly.

It was sweet; the message, the intention, the courtship. Mean spirited or old school wooing, it made Jughead smile at night. So yes, he displayes them on his fridge. " They're adorable."

Sweet Pea scoffs, pushing Jughead head down on the pillows, planning to make his hand filthy with creamy, smooth spent running down Jughead's cock. " They're stupid. And you're drooling again.''

" It - it feels good, it feels good, help, -"

" Shh, shh, " Sweet Pea knows he loves kissing; It makes him giggdy, fills his tummy with sunshine and overwhelmes his body with a vengeful passion. Sweet Pea may not love him, but he sure kisses like he does.

" You're okay, " whispered in a kiss hot enough to smoke the sun, lust and sweet blending in liquid pleasure between them. " You're okay. You're so good, you're the best, sweetheart, the best."

It's so long and never long enough.

Silence feels like ice, after. Jughead's panting, Sweet Pea's, both coming together as noise filler as there's nothing left to say. He wishes he could take Sweet Pea by the hand.

Stay in bed until they're gross, and shower together, and show his darling serpent all the drawings his babies made, and talk about nothing and everything.

But that's not what they do.

That's what they do when they're friends, - when Sweet Pea doesn't run back to Josie, only to have a repeat of this event, that pours tragedy like rain on Jughead's soul.

"... Thanks."

" No problem. "

" I'll... See you.''

" My kids asked for more coconut cookies," he calls out from the bathroom, towel wiping away sweat and other prints of desire. " Think you can wing it?"

" Sure, let me know when. I'll... Go. Thank you, Jughead. Really."

And Jughead nods. He nods even after Sweet Pea leaves his home that doesn't feel like home anymore. It never does, when he's not around, but it'll settle.

Ice cream will heal.

Sugar over tears. Boys are the fucking worst, and Toni agrees, over the phone, when he calls to cry, straight out of a chick flick movie they all secretly love to bits.

He weeps, and he's honest, " I just want things to be nice for him," but if he could not suffer, that would be great.

It's a spiral, a dance he knows the steps of. He made it. He wonders if Sweet Pea has a routine too. It'd be interesting, to have a mirror you like looking at.

Morning comes.

Sweet treats and notes await Jughead, smiling to his door. They're pretty peachy, matching his pajama sweater, always a different color, but something to match.

'Try not to get into too much trouble. Do raise some hell if you can. You look pretty doing it. I love that about you. That you're so kind but so strong and you don't take shit from anyone. Even if you're way too soft.

Maybe that's not such a bad thing to be.

Don't eat all at once!

- N. M. '

He giggles; He does.

He giggles as he writes back, muttering all kinds of things, this is so stupid, so stupid, grin only getting wider, warmer. Gingerly placed in the now empty basket, right before he leaves for work.

' Beloved N. M,

I have, indeed, devoured these all at once. Don't make them so delicious. That was an editing error! The treats should always be delicious and you can always trust me with them. To eat them all.

PS: I know you can't understand my handwriting. Or struggling to. It's a guilty pleasure.

PPS: Can I have a name next time? I can look pretty when I'm begging, too.

- Love, J. Jones. '

[sweetfogarty]

Lightning Never Strikes Twice (Sweet Pea x Reader)

Summary: Sweet Pea never sleeps with the same girl twice. But after a one night stand, he can’t seem to keep you out of his head.

Word count: 6000+

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+ only.

Author’s note: Well here it is, Soph’s first smut. When given the option you guys asked for proper smut, so I gave it my best shot- I’ve never written anything like this before so I hope it’s okay! Requests are open.

READ ON AO3 HERE.

MASTERLIST

Your velvety fingertips danced gracefully down the veins of Sweet Pea's toned arm, following each arch and curve as you hummed under your breath. It was like music to his ears as he gazed lazily at you, his russet eyes carefully following every movement you made.

“So what’s your deal? What do you spend your days doing?” You asked softly, lifting your attention from his arm to his face, your head tilted slightly to the side, curiosity burning within your eyes as you waited for an answer.

Sweet Pea paused for a moment before answering. He didn’t like opening up to one night stands because of previous experiences. Girls had been clingy and latched onto any personal information he’d offered, taking him opening up as an invitation for him wanting more than a wild night to take his mind off of whatever was bothering him. Sweet Pea was a closed book with little to no feelings expressed outwardly, however you, with your beautiful eyes blinking up at him and his flannel draping over your body had him wanting to spill his deepest secrets.

“I work with my family and friends,” Sweet Pea answered nonchalantly, trying to ignore the churning feeling in his stomach as a soft smile caressed your lips at his answer.

“Cool,” You hummed appreciatively, dropping your attention to his arm once more. You had realisedthat his answer was deliberately vague, but that was his choice, so it wasn’t a subject you were going to press further.

Sweet Pea's mind was usually urging him to get out of this situation by now. He never stayed past noon with a one night stand- he asked them to leave as the sun rose or crept out of their houses whilst it was still dark. He didn’t want to give them any hope that he wanted more than sex or to lead them on and hurt their feelings. But in this moment his mind was still and quiet. Almost silent.

You lifted your hand from Sweet Pea's warm, freckled skin, stretching your arms before crawling off the bed and leaving him longing for your touch to return. The space on your bed next to him felt lonely and bare and subconsciously he wanted you to retake your place right next to him.

“I’m going to shower,��� You began, shrugging off his flannel and throwing it onto the bed next to him. Sweet Pea gazed appreciably at your bare body, his eyes glazing over slightly as he took in the sight before him. “Feel free to leave.”

Your words had his stare snapping up from your body to your face, his eyebrows furrowing and relaxed hands turning into half fists. “Wait, you actually want me to go?” He inquired, sitting up. The sheets pooled around his waist, covering his most private areas that were beginning to perk the longer he stared at you in front of him.

“Sweet Pea,” You began, a look of pity mapping its way across your face. “This was just a one-time thing, yeah?“

He gave you a small unconvincing nod and leaned over the grab his flannel as you let out a sigh of relief. Years of poker with the Serpents had given him the opportunity to all but perfect his poker face, but in that moment he struggled to keep it straight as disappointment washed over him like a tide. He slipped his arms into his flannel, buttoning it up halfway as his mind raced with confusion. Is this how every woman he’d kicked out had felt?

“Oh and Sweet Pea,” You called out, popping your head out of the door, the sound of running water coming from behind you. “Thanks for last night, you were really good.”

———

“And then she thanked me for sleeping with her and said I was great in bed.” Sweet Pea ranted, taking a sip of his beer, still feeling deflated and humiliated after being excused from your bedroom earlier.

Fangs let a loud bark of laughter, throwing his head back as he jumped backwards into his seat. His beer sloshed around in his bottle and splashed onto his hand, only causing him to laugh more.

“Why the fuck are you laughing?” Sweet Pea snapped, not even a beer with his friend being able to settle his mind. He’d been ranting about the situation for the last 15 minutes and had grown more frustrated with every word that had been spoken between the pair. Something about leaving you didn’t sit right with him and he couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

“Sweets,” Fangs began, trying to stifle his laughter. “This is the exact same thing you’ve done to every woman you’ve slept with- It was only a matter of time before it happened to you.”

“So you’re saying this is karma?” Sweet Pea asked lowly, knitting his brows together and finishing the rest of his beer, setting the bottle on the table with a hint of force as a vein in the side of his neck flared with frustration.

Fangs nodded back slowly, catching eyes with Toni across the room and trying with all his might to suppress more laughter that was threatening to explode from his chest, reigning it into a small smile that he quickly swallowed. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, I’m glad you could comprehend that- welcome to the conversation,” He replied sarcastically, shooting Sweets a wicked grin with his tongue caught between his teeth. “That, or she just really didn’t like you. And after knowing you for so long, both are believable options.”

Sweet Pea reached across the table and slapped Fangs in the arm, giving him a serious look with one eyebrow cocked before he slumped back into his chair.

“Every girl I talk to likes me,” Sweet Pea replied flatly, his deflated personality quickly vanishing as a cockier tone overcame him. “This whole bad boy thing I’ve got going on has made it easy to get girls. Every girl wants a boy that she can’t bring home to her parents. Apparently it’s exciting or some shit.”

Fangs rolled his eyes and put a hand on Sweet Pea's shoulder comfortingly. “Face it mate, she’s just not that into you.” Sweet Pea narrowed his eyes in response. “You’ve finally found a girl who isn’t into you and hasn’t fallen for your charm and it’s driving you insane, which is funny for me. I mean, she kicked you out of your apartment and thanked you for fucking her- that’s a sign that she’s definitely not into you otherwise she would have kept you around.”

“Thanks.” Sweet Pea spat bluntly, rolling his eyes so far back into his head that he was surprised he didn’t go blind on the spot. “She does like me, she just doesn’t know it yet.”

“So what?” Fangs shrugged. “You’re just gonna show her that she likes you?”

“Well yeah, I mean it can’t be that hard- look at me.” Sweet Pea grinned, leaning back in his chair and shrugging.

“And then what’re you going to do, pretty boy?” Fangs snorted, rolling his eyes at Sweet Pea's cocky attitude. “Once you’ve put on your charm offensive and made her like you, what’re you going to do after that? Put her on the reserves bench ready to call her up in case you get lonely and your hand won’t cut it? We all know you don’t do commitment Sweets. You only like the chase.“

Sweet Pea chuckled lowly at his emphasis of the word ‘chase’. Fangs wasn’t wrong- Sweet Pea's history with girls was consistent. He didn’t do relationships because he’d seen his friends become emotionally vulnerable and get hurt- he didn’t want that for himself and so his only remedy was to become unavailable for encounters lasting more than one night. He enjoyed the casual sex because that meant no emotional involvement and no emotional involvement meant no chance of opening himself up to a situation that could end in him getting hurt.

“You didn’t think about that did you?” Fangs surmised looking across at his best friend with a smug grin.

“Did you ever think about the fact that might want morethan the chase this time?” Sweet Pea asked, dropping his head to the right and quirking an eyebrow.

Fangs reached over and put his palm of his hand to Sweet Pea's forehead, a worried look coming across his face. “Are you sick?!” He questioned, a feigned sarcastic panic in his voice as Sweet Pea swatted his hand away.

“Get away from me,” Sweet Pea laughed loudly, kicking his legs out and pushing Fangs back over into his seat. His mind wandered back to the memory from that morning of you in his flannel, tracing your fingertips along his skin. It had been playing over and over in his mind all morning and he couldn’t shake it.

“I don’t know who this girl is or what she has that all the others didn’t, but she must have done a deal with the devil to make you even consider breaking that shitty rule of yours.” Fangs mused, opening two more beers for the boys as they continued to debate the details of Sweet Pea’s love life and rejection that morning.

———

Sweet Pea bumbled around the hallways of the house, not really knowing where he was as his mind raced a mile a minute. The alcohol in his veins spread around his body leaving him tipsy and seemingly lost- he’d been in this house plenty of times before, but the intoxicating substance had distorted his judgment. He dragged his hands along the walls as he swigged from his drink, setting the bottle on a ledge as he finished it off.

As he turned the corner, he set his eyes on you. Sweet Pea had arrived late to the house party as he usually did with every event and so he hadn’t realised you were here. The sight of you was enough to sober him. His heart thumped out of his chest as he stood still staring at you, swaying slightly as a grin took over this face. It had only been days since your last encounter, but you were still all he could think about.

You were stood away from the rest of the group with a boy that Sweet Pea didn’t recognise. He was tall and blonde and had his arms either side of you as you leant against the wall looking up at him, your hands clasped neatly behind you. The beers Sweet Pea had already consumed gave him enough Dutch courage to go over and interrupt.

“Hello pretty girl,” He began, interjecting himself into the conversation and taking one of your hands from behind you. “Didn’t think I would be seeing you here tonight.”

“Excuse me mate, we were actually in the middle of something.” The blonde stated abruptly, a frustrated tone lacing each syllable that he spat. A tension settled between the pair and your eyes darted back and forth between each of them.

“Not anymore.” Sweet Pea replied matter-of-factly, standing at full height and taking a step away from you towards the stranger. “Find someone else.”

Sweet Pea turned his attention back to you as the blonde shook his head and walked away, muttering profanities under his breath. You looked up at Pea, your mouth slightly agape as you tried to process the pissing match that had just taken place in front of your very eyes. Your bewilderment quickly vanished, a breath of a laugh escaping you as you slumped back against the wall. You were excited to see Sweets again, even if it was by coincidence. Something about him was alluring. Maybe it was his couldn’t-care-less attitude or his purposefully vague answers to your questions, but you felt as though you’d only seen the tip of the iceberg with him.

“Well hello to you too,” You laughed lowly, reaching up and brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “That was quite the reintroduction.”

“Yeah well I don’t do things in halves and it seems my first impression wasn’t quite impressive enough for you to keep me around for longer than the morning,” He remarked quietly, watching your face to see your reaction.

Your eyes widened and you took in a deep breath, your brain working as fast as it could to come up with an excuse. Once Sweets was suitably satisfied with the horror on your face, he jabbed your side with two fingers and grinned as you jerked and gave a yelp of laughter. His hand settled comfortably on your hip and he dipped his head down, lowering his voice significantly. “I’m only messing with you, we both know you had a good time the other night.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder and cocked your head to the side, biting your bottom lip and giving him a defiant look. “Oh, you’re so sure?”

Sweet Pea chuckled confidently, pinching the skin at your waist as he planted his other hand on the wall next to your head, fencing you in. A dirty smirk enveloped his face which electrified the pit of your stomach. “I’m absolutely sure, unless your legs quiver like that for every person you meet.”

Your eyes dropped to the floor and you began to feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment, the temperature of your body soaring. Sweet Pea grinned widely, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. His hand moved from your waist to the bottom of your chin, feeling every curve of your body on the way up. He tilted your head back up making you look him in the eyes as his thumb traced the curve of your bottom lip.

Your attention swept from his darkened eyes down his face, eventually landing on his lips. They were a blushing shade of pink, the left corner picking up slightly into a smirk and they tempted you just as much as they did the first time you met him. “It’s okay to admit that I rocked your world,” He began, his other hand leaving the wall and finding its way into your hair. His nose brushed against yours as his head dipped downwards, a hair’s width between your lips. “If you don’t want to say it, I will. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and the things you did that night.”

Your breath caught in your throat and your hands moved instinctively from Sweet Pea’s chest upwards and over his leather jacket. The tips of your fingers slithered up the snake that adorned his neck in the same way they’d done that morning on his arm, until they settled around his neck. You pushed yourself off of the wall you were leaning against, back arching forward as your body pressed into his, your lips meeting in a kiss that set every nerve in your body on fire.

Sweet Pea’s hand in your hair moved to cradle the back of your head and his other snaked around your back, encompassing you in a hold that allowed him to drink you up and pull you flesh against his body. You tasted of lipstick and alcohol, a taste Sweet Pea relished in. He wondered if you’d gotten all dressed up in the hopes of seeing him again, but the thought left his mind as quickly as it had entered as you rocked your hips into his. You tangled your fingers into his dark tresses and gently tugged at the roots, hearing a guttural moan bubble from the back of his throat.

The vibrations of his groan caused a shiver the slither its way up every millimetreof your spine and you pulled back and looking up at Sweet Pea, biting your lip with desire. All rational thoughts in your mind were being clouded with the thought of spending another night with him.

Sweet Pea looked down at you with eyes that were so dark that you couldn’t tell where his irises stopped and his pupils started, clouded with lust and flaming with desire. “If you bite your lip one more time, I promise you that you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”  

That was the deciding factor. You pushed Sweet Pea off of you and grabbed his hand setting off down the hallway, pulling him hurriedly behind you as you tried to find a vacant bedroom. Down the hall you spotted a lone door, throwing it open to reveal a perfectly empty guest bedroom. Sweet Pea pressed sloppy kisses to your shoulder before ushering you inside and slamming the door behind you, pushing you against it and clicking the lock shut. His hands grasped your jaw with fervency as he kissed you with such an intensity that it knocked the air out of both of your lungs. This was different to the first time you’d slept together. You were drowning in each other this time and neither of you wanted to come up for air.

Sweet Pea kissed across your jaw, leaving open mouthed kissed and hickeys down your neck as he moved across your shoulder and collar bones. His hands ghosted all over your body.

“Have you thought about me?” He asked in between kisses, looking up for a brief moment before going back to work on your neck his works of art, each telling the story of the desire he had for you in that very moment. Although the marks would fade, the memory would replay vividly in your mind for weeks.

“Yes,” You exhaled breathlessly as your hands settled in hair, lulling your neck to the side to give him more skin to work with. “I got myself off thinking about you.” You admitted with a whimper, causing Sweet Pea to halt his movements and look up with a proud grin on his face.

“Oh yeah?” He asked cheekily, sliding his fingers under your dress and pulling the material up your body and over your head, throwing it somewhere behind himself. “Tell me about it. I want to picture your pretty little self getting all worked up over me.”

Sweet Pea paused for a moment, taking you in his stride. The sight of you in your burgundy underwear adorned with lace was enough to make him weak at the knees. He dragged his eyes up your body, meeting yours as he cocked an eyebrow, encouraging you on with your story as his hands made their way to the underside of your breasts and your hair.

“It was the day you left my flat and every day since. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and that night, especially when I was alone. I got myself off, but it wasn’t as good as your fingers,” You paused, a gasp eliciting itself from your mouth as Sweet Pea licked the base of your throat. “And it definitely wasn’t a good as your cock.”

The way you popped the ‘k’ had Sweet Pea growling as he looked up at you. “Fuck, on the bed, now.” He demanded, his fingers dancing up the backs of your thighs and encompassing them in a firm grip as he lifted you. You clamped your legs around him, kicking your shoes off and peppering his jaw with kisses. Sweets dipped his head and nipped at the skin exposed just above the cups of your breasts.

He dropped you onto the bed and you shimmied up towards the pillows, Sweets crawling up your body like he was hungrily closing in on his prey. He stopped at your chest, snaking a single hand around your back and unclasping your bra. He shot you a quick wink before pulling it away from your body, stopping to allow you to untangle your arms before discarding it across the room. He laid you back gently, taking one breast into his hand as he palmed it. He dipped his head, taking your taut nipple into his mouth and ghosting his teeth over the peaks before swirling his tongue around it, his other hand ghosting the curves of your other boob. He removed his lips with a lewd ‘pop’, before turning his attention to your other nipple. Your back arched off of the bed and you fisted the sheets.

“You like that darlin’?” Sweet Pea asked, the nickname going straight between your legs as you clenched your thighs together. He paused for a moment, a wicked grin encapsulating his face as his teeth grazed your nipple again, but with more pressure this time, eliciting a dirty moan of his name from the back of your throat. “You like that nickname, darlin’?”

You nodded and pushed your body into his hands, whispering a ‘yes’ as your eyes were clenched shut. “Tell me what you want me to do to you Princess.”

“Touch me,” You whined almost immediately after he finished his sentence, your hands moving to take off your panties, too impatient to wait for him to do so.

Sweet Pea grabbed your hands, stilling them as his gaze toughened into something you’d never seen before on his face. A painting of lust so intense that your stomach exploded in excitement. “Turn over, on your stomach, now. Ass up.”

You rolled over onto your stomach, head against the mattress as you pulled your knees beneath you. You wiggled your ass teasingly, hearing a ‘fuck’ from Sweet Pea behind you. He fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, motor skills still lagging behind slightly from the alcohol he’d consumed earlier, finally managing to kick off his jeans and pull off his shoes and socks. Sweets came behind you, both hands caressing your ass before a sharp spank was delivered to your ass cheek, making you yelp with surprise.

“Number one. That one was for kicking me out of your flat that morning,” He hissed, rubbing your cheek to take the sting out of the slap. “The next three are for the three days I’ve had to wait to see you again. I want you to count them with me.”

Sweet Pea delivered another sharp spank and you practically moaned ’two’. He moved onto the other cheek to deliver the last two spanks before settling both of his hands on the top of your ass again, sliding them up your waist as he pushed his hips against you. You could feel the outline of his cock against your ass through his boxers, thick with desire. Sweet Pea turned you over, itching to get his hands all over your body again.

He grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards the edge of the bed, kneeling and looking up at you from between your legs. He looked perfect there. Sweet Pea placed an open-mouthed kiss on your clit through your underwear, causing you to whine a strangled breathy moan. He feathered kissed up your thighs, before skipping over your pussy and adorning the other thigh with attention. He licked a stripe up your pussy before settling on the clit, using the tip of his tongue to work it over the lace of your panties. You moaned his name in annoyance and begged him to remove the layer of fabric separating your pussy and his mouth.

He obliged, pulling your panties off tantalisingly slowly before discarding them, grabbing your thighs again and pinning your hips against the bed. He fanned his breath over your pussy before dipping his head and placing a kiss on your clit, the flat of his tongue licking over it before he used one hand to pull back the hood so the tip of his tongue could work directly onto your clit. You let out a loud moan of relief, Sweet Pea’s name spilling from your lips quickly after. Your hands found their way to his dark mop of hair again, fingers tangling deeply in it as you pulled his face closer and your thighs clenched around his head. He let out a deep growl of a moan and the vibrations were enough to make your hips jerk.

Sweet Pea’s other hand trailed down your thighs, ghosting the skin before settling at your entrance. Two fingers teased you and then slowly slipped in, eliciting another loud moan from all the way in the pit your stomach. He curled his fingers in a way he remembered that you’d liked from your previous encounter and looked up, watching as your back arched off the bed and a strangled mewl filled the room, backed up by the quiet thudding of music elsewhere at the party. Pea’s fingers touched places yours could never reach and it wasn’t long before you could feel the flames in your stomach grow.

The ‘come hither’ motion that Sweet Pea was using fanned the flames of your orgasm until they were at their height. It crashed on you like a tonneof bricks, your hands fisting his hair and your toes pointed like a ballerina. Your chest heavedas all the air escaped your lungs. Sweets’ cock felt thick at the sight of your orgasm- the way your cheeks were flushed red, your pretty swollen lips parted and the way your body writhed all because of him. He’d seen a lot of girls orgasm, but watching you fall apart was like art.

Sweet Pea retracted his fingers from your pussy, bringing the glistening digits up to his lips and licking them clean as you watched with hooded eyes, “You’re delicious baby, taste?” He offered, a small smile creeping onto his lips.

“Please,” You replied, making him melt at how wrecked your voice was from moaning his name and profanities over and over.

“Beautiful manners my love,” Sweets praised, swiping a thumb along your sensitive core. He brought his thumb to your lips. Your tongue poked out to lick his thumb. You swirled the muscle around it, making him think about how your tongue and pretty lips would feel around his cock. The thought made a groan sound out from the back of his throat.

Sweet Pea cupped your jaw with his fingers, keeping his thumb in your mouth as you continued to suck it. He dragged it from your mouth and down your lip before replacing the digit with his own mouth, tangling his tongue with yours. You reached down, fingers finally finding the hem of his boxers and you pulled them downwards, finally freeing his cock which sprung out. He pulled away, breathing heavily as his eyes gazed into your blown wide pupils. Your attention dropped to his cock and your hand immediately sprung forwards stroking it a few times before Sweet Pea stopped you, wanting to last as long as he could with you.

He cupped your face and gave you one last long kiss, breaking away and drinking in your features before he grabbed a condom from the back pocket of his discarded jeans and rolled onto his blushing cock. He moaned quietly at the feeling of his hand against his own sensitive shaft.

You lifted your knees and locked them into place, flat footed on the bed as Sweet Pea stroked his cock a few times before rubbing the tip up and down your pussy teasingly, moving at a frustratingly slow pace. You released a string of profanities at the feeling of him rubbing against you. Your hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over the peaking skin of your nipples.

The moonlight crept through the blinds, casting stripes of light and shadow across you skin that bent with the curves of your body. Sweet Pea crawled up you, slipping between your knees as they bracketed him in. His eyes roamed over you, hands ghosting up and down your skin like velvet against silk. He placed a kiss on your shoulder and worked his way upwards, sucking on your pulse point as you lulled your head back and a whimper of a moan tumbled from your lips. Sweet Pea moved up to swallow it with a slow kiss, his hand clutching your cheek, the pad of his thumb dancing over your cheekbone.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how it feels to see you like this,” He mumbled against your lips, pushing himself in slowly as your mouth fell into a perfect ‘O’ shape and a grunt sounded from deep in his throat.

You felt every single inch of what he had to offer, and to him you felt like liquid fire in all the best ways.

Sweet Pea began to rock his hips at a steady pace, withdrawing all the way before thrusting himself back in and bottoming out, his pelvis flat against yours. The experience of having him for a second time had outlived any memory or dreams you’d had about him, he knew your body better than anyone ever had and maybe ever could. You rolled your hips, jerking towards him to meet his thrusts half way and increase the pace slightly. Sweet Pea got the message, quickening his thrusts as your head dropped back onto the bed in bliss.

His hand found its way to your throat, the other pushing your hips down onto the bed. “Is this what you thought about at night?” He asked devilishly, his eyes watching the way your face screwed up in pleasure.

You muttered a quiet yes, your hands grasping at the bed sheets that were already crinkled from your fists pulling at them earlier.

“Louder for me sweetheart,” Sweet Pea instructed domineeringly, one of his hands finding your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers sending a wave of pleasure through your body. He dipped his head the flicked his tongue over the rosy peek before blowing on it, the cold sensation on your nipple eliciting a moan from the deepest part of you. “I want everyone to hear that you’ve been thinking about me. That you haven’t been able to get me out of your pretty little head.“

“Yes,” You repeated louder, choking out a moan at the sensations that were building up around your body. You grasped onto his golden toned arm, needing something solid to hold onto, your nails leaving crescent moons on his perfect skin. “You’re all I’ve been able to think about."

“You’re mine,” Sweet Pea stated factually, moving his hand from your nipples down to your clit rubbing furious circles over it to match the pace of his thrusts. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours Pea, I’m all yours.” You rambled, your mouth moving before your mind had time to think as your brain was preoccupied with knot that was beginning to form deep in your stomach.

Sweets picked up the pace again, thrusting into you with a burning desire to send you over the edge. Your back began to arch off the bed again and your body pushed against his, your hand moving from his arm to his back, nails leaving long stripes in their wake as they dragged down his skin. Sweet Pea’s hair was matted to his face, his mouth hanging open as he began to feel a familiar feeling bubbling in his stomach. Your faces were millimetres from each other, noses brushing, moans spilling from both of you and eye contact not breaking.

As if a tidal wave hit you, euphoria shot throughout your veins and hit every nerve ending in your entire body, electrifying you as your toes curled, body tingled, and legs quivered around Sweet Pea’s body. A long string of gasps and moans filled the room, your voice hoarse. Your lips were swollen and sore and stars painted the insides of your eyelids creating galaxies as your entire body felt like a catalyst.

The sight of you coming undone was enough to set Sweet Pea off. After a few more furious thrusts a long drawn out moan of your name filled the room like music to your ears, Sweets’ hips sloppily bucking against yours as his arms fell to your thighs, gripping them tightly as he came into the condom. You watched his defined jaw clench and his arm and neck veins throb with pleasure as he roared your name again, the sight making you feel all tingly. Sweet Pea’s body fell pliant against yours, his head against your chest and his palms against the bed as he caught his breath. You tangled your numb fingers into his hair again, gently scratching the scalp as you listened and waited for his breathing even out.  

The sex sheen looked beautiful on him, his skin glistening in the light that peeked through the blinds. He looked heavenly, hair matted to his forehead with cheeks flushed a speckled shade of pink. Your chests still heaved from the experience and Pea’s fingers traced delicate shapes on your ribs.

It was a few moments before Sweet Pea pressed a kiss to your sternum and got up, disposing of the condom in the bin next to the bathroom, returning to you with a damp hand towel. He carefully wiped your thighs clean and tossed it back into the bathroom, crawling back up your body and laying down resting his head on his hands that sat on your stomach with fingers knitted together.

You reached down and brushed your fingers against his cheek, a sincere smile on your face which was mirrored on his. You ran your fingers through his hair, clearing the hair off of his forehead, a feeling of content settling within you.

“So how long have I got until you kick me out?” Sweet Pea mused quietly, a roll of laughter reverberating through his chest. You shook your head as you laughed back, preparing to explain yourself before he continued. “If I’m being honest, when you kicked me out that morning I was gutted.”

It was a simple sentence, but it stung like a hot poker.

“I was just trying to beat you to it,” You replied softly, a small shrug rolling off of your shoulders. “Your reputation precedes you Sweet Pea, Riverdale is a small town. I didn’t want you to get up and leave and add me to your list, so I decided I would ask you to leave before you had the chance. Even though I didn’t want you to go.”

Sweet Pea shifted off of you, manoeuvring his way up to the pillows next to you, throwing the duvet back and over himself. He cocked an eyebrow at you, muttering a ‘get under here’ as he scooped you next to him, slinging an arm around your shoulder and settling his hand against your rips. Your head fell comfortably on his shoulder and there was a period of silence. Your conversation had ended as quickly as it had started.

“Do you want to go to Pop’s next week?” Sweets asked quickly, breaking the silence. “Together. Just the two of us.”

“Like a date? Or not a date?” You looked up at him through your lashes, doe eyed, a tiny hint of a smile toying with the corners of your lips.

“I was hoping as a date, but you seemed to enjoy talking to that guy earlier.” Sweet Pea teased, tickling your ribs and planting a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Oh yeah I definitely did, he was cute too.” You came-back playfully, laughing profusely as Sweets rolled his eyes and let out a dramatic sigh. “He may have been cute Pea, but he wasn’t you. A date would be perfect.”

Sweet Pea enveloped you in a tight cuddle, pulling you onto him and squeezing you as he shook you from side to side in excitement. He cupped your face and kissed you, but this kiss wasn’t like all the others. It wasn’t desperate and needy and lustful, but a kiss of satisfaction, of pride and of care. Your heart swelled and you couldn’t stop the goofy lopsided grin that settled on your face.

“Good,” Sweet Pea began, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Because that was non-negotiable.”

And this time Sweet Pea’s mind was completely silent as he laid there with you, legs tangled beneath the sheets. There was no static, no guilt or worry. Whilst he took in every single detail of you that he could, eyes gazing over your glowing skin, the only thing he was feeling was the desire to stay with you until he couldn’t any longer.