#cheryl bombshell

Riverdale

Warnings: None really, just a bunch of rough vanilla sex, and fluff at the end, overstimulation too.

Pairings: Sub!Cheryl Blossom x Top!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1287

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Then Cheryl stopped. There she sat unmoving in your lap, panting roughly as if oxygen was scarce. Her legs felt as if they were near numb, but the thought of another mind-blowing orgasm given by you to her gave her enough strength to continue. That energy though was overpowered by her inability to think and her exhaustion. Only when your hands gripped her hips and guided her to rock on your thick cock slightly did she come to, whining in your ear as the sensation further stimulated her already-tired body and certainly-overstimulated pussy, this being a result of having sex with you for longer hours than she could count in one hand. 

 "Oh, my baby. Are you tired, Cheryl? Can you not keep up anymore even though you still need more?" Your mockery, for sure was not helping her. Oh, but being the devil's human form you are, you used your strength to forcefully bounce Cheryl on your dick. The aforementioned woman's screams echoed throughout the room you resided in, undoubtedly pouring through the considerably thin walls. 

 The tears on Cheryl's face were abundant, not once stopping due to the pleasurable overstimulation she felt. God, she was loving every second of this, more so when you brought your fingers to her clit and played with it. You were just the kind of lover she needed: you're giving, selfless, kind, affirmative, and best of all; you're so damn good in bed. You handled her so well. Your sexual desires bordered between sadistic and soft as a feather, and she loved it. 

With a sharp cry sent to the heavens, the coil residing in the pit of Cheryl's stomach snapped quickly, unexpectedly drenching you and the sheets you sat on. It was then that you cooed at her, fooling her into thinking all was done and that she may finally rest. 

"Oh, you're so beautiful, Cheryl. It's like you were hand-crafted by goddess Aphrodite herself. You just look so delectable like this; fucked out with no chance of recovery. Absolutely adorable." 

A squeak left Cheryl when she felt you twisting both your bodies around so that her face was firmly pressed against the soft sheets of your shared king-sized bed, bent over in such an embarrassing position to Riverdale High's most popular Queen bee. Her heart started racing again when you plowed yourself back into her, the feeling of your cock repeatedly brushing against all of her most sensitive spots sending her into overdrive, a blabbering mess. 

"Oh, please, please." She choked, "I'm yours, please, I'm yours!" You bit your tongue to avoid chuckling at Cheryl. You really didn't want to be too mean to your lover. It wouldn't be ideal. Yes, you are a sadistic piece of shit, but you're still a nice person. For sure. Even more so when you toyed with Cheryl's clit again. You love how good she looks when she feels all the pleasure she deserves. Her glazed eyes, her parted mouth that leaked of drool, her flushed cheeks, the marks on her gorgeous body. You love everything about her. 

 "Cumming, cumming. I'm cumming so hard!" Cheryl warned, fisting the sheets as her orgasm built up faster and faster with every second that passed. And then so suddenly, her whole lower half tensed, and her legs shook with a force that might as well have caused an earthquake. Her orgasm jetted out of her, her juices squirting all over which was within its range. You stilled and stopped moving. 

You shushed her, cooing into her naturally red hair in an attempt to calm her. Cheryl's head fell forward, landing on the sheets below her. There, she smelled her own sweat, it smelled of sweet raspberries and mangoes, blending in with the tropical essence of her shampoo. 

"It's okay, it's over now. You can rest." The both of you were breathing rather heavily, the adrenaline fading out quickly as a calm silence fell over you. The sound of your breathing matching did wonders in calming her more than your still-gruff voice did. 

Gently as you could, you pulled out of your woman, discarding your favorite strap-on to use on her and leaving it on the floor to be cleaned when you awoke. You walked on stiff legs to the bathroom to grab a clean damp cloth, walking back over to a close-to-unconscious Cheryl Blossom and wiping her down. You enjoyed the serenity of cleaning Cheryl. It grounded you greatly. 

*****

Come morning time, both you and Cheryl were still very naked in the "Lodge Lodge" cabin Veronica and Archie invited you to. Upon Cheryl's wake, she remembered the vulnerability she showed you. She was so damn proud of herself for finally being able to love you with no shame. You were so proud of her too. The way she stood up for you to her mother warmed your heart, and that was the moment you knew that Cheryl was your endgame. Cheryl knew it too, and it was only a matter of time until she would kneel on one knee in front of you where you first met. 

Cheryl turned around in your arms to face your calm face, your even breathing fanning over her face. Her fingers traced your cheekbones as she reminisced the softest moments she spent with you. She loves you so much and she could only hope that you knew it. Cheryl watched the flutter of your eyes and looked into them deeply. 

 "Good morning, darling, Y/N." She whispered, and you hummed in acknowledgment, smiling as you gave your lover a once-over. She looks so beautiful. The sun was shining in Cheryl's eyes in a way that made them look entrancing. You were caught in her forest and you hoped she knew you were hers forever. It took you a while to finally speak, but when you did, it made Cheryl's heart jump. 

 "Good morning, my Cheryl. You look beautiful." You smiled. 

 "You're such a charmer, my love." Cheryl sat up, "Come, come. I'm certain the lowly people below us are anticipating our grand arrival." You obeyed her, chuckling as you next spoke, "Must you speak like royalty at all times, my dear?" 

Cheryl turned to you just as she opened the door, "Oh, darling, I am royalty." She smirked. 

"You're my royalty." The two of you shared a sweet kiss before you both headed down for whatever breakfast you could find. When the two of you arrived, Betty, Jughead, Veronica, and Archie turned to you, staring the both of you down and eyeing the marks scattered across Cheryl's smooth neck. 

"It seems someone had fun last night." Teased Veronica, causing Cheryl to roll her eyes at the hypocrisy. You, on the other hand, only moved to assist Betty in cooking with a silly smile. 

 "Shut your mouth, you hypocrite. It's not like we didn't hear you and Archie going at it as well. We literally had to suffer through all of that, so it's only fair that we have our own little fun." Cheryl surprised you with a chaste kiss on your cheek as she spoke, the action making you falter in the slightest bit. The six pairs only laughed, minus Cheryl who was busy showing everyone how much she loves you with kisses where she could reach.

You wished to live in this moment forever. This was something you could get used to. And you soon would. When Cheryl went through with her plans months later, you squealed out a yes and kissed her passionately just as she deserved. The short story is that the two of you had known each other for eons and now, you got your happy ending with two kids running around as two little Cheryls. -------------------

Cheryl Blossom

Riverdale

Cheryl is very in love because she always receives gifts and poems from a secret admirer but she doesn't know who he is until she discovers that it is the reader who was always in love with her, Cheryl happily agrees to be his girlfriend.

Cheryl: it was you?

Y/N: me what?

Cheryl: don't play dumb. i know your handwriting. I know you've been writing me love notes.

Y/N: w-why would I?

Cheryl pulls Y/N into a kiss...

Cheryl: I-I was hoping it would be you. I love you. Like a lot.

Y/N: then it wouldn't be totally weird if I asked you to be my girlfriend?

Cheryl: only if I didn't say yes.