#southside

The music pulsed through the Cooper house, the dim lights casting long shadows as bodies moved around in a drunken haze. Betty’s ‘small gathering’ had turned into something much bigger.

I leaned against the kitchen counter, swirling the drink in my cup, side-eyeing Jughead as he sat on the couch, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here. I felt the same. Parties weren’t really our thing, but Betty had insisted. 

“Relax, Y/N.” Betty had told me earlier. 

“It’ll just be fun, casual- something to take your mind off things.” Yeah right… I had half a mind to grab Jug and head out when Chuck Clayton, of all people, decided to run his mouth. 

“You know, Jughead’s little secret isn’t the only one in the family.” He announced, standing in the middle of the room like he was waiting for a damn spotlight. His words slurred slightly… he was way past the tipsy stage. I tensed. My fingers curled into fists at my sides. 

“Chuck, don’t.” Veronica warned, stepping closer, but Chuck just smirked. 

“That little Snake over there…” He continued, nodding toward me. 

“...isn’t just some moody, brooding Jones twin. Nah, she’s been slithering around with the Serpents for months.” The room fell quiet. My breath hitched. I forced my expression to stay blank, even as eyes snapped to me. Even as Jughead’s lips parted slightly in shock. 

“Chuck, shut the hell up.” I said, my voice calm but laced with venom. He laughed. 

“Why? Embarrassed? Ashamed?” His gaze flicked to Betty. 

“Guess your little bestie isn’t as innocent as you thought.” That’s when he stepped forward. 

Sweet Pea. 

He had been lingering in the background most of the night, blending into the crowd, but the second Chuck opened his damn mouth, he was at my side. 

“What the hell did you just say?” Sweets growled. Chuck grinned, cocky as ever. 

“I mean, it’s cute, really- bad girl act, sneaking around with the Southside trash-” That’s all it took. Sweet Pea lunged. 

His fist connected with Chuck’s jaw with a sickening crack, sending him stumbling backward into the coffee table. People screamed, scrambling out of the way and Chuck regained his footing and charged. Fists flew. The sound of knuckles against flesh echoed in the room. Chuck got a hit in, catching Sweet Pea’s cheek, but he barely flinched before tackling him to the ground, landing another brutal punch. 

“Sweet Pea!” I snapped, grabbing his arm before he could land another blow. His breathing was ragged, nostrils flaring. Chuck groaned beneath him, dazed and bloody. 

“He’s not worth it.” I muttered. Sweet’s jaw clenched. His knuckles were bloodied, his lip slit, but after a long tense second, he pushed off Chuck and stood. I grabbed his hand and pulled. We were out the door before anyone could stop is. 

We barely spoke on the way back to my trailer. I pushed the door open, pulling him inside, already heading for the first aid kit. Sweet Pea sat on the couch, shoulders stiff, hands still curled into fists. I crouched in front of him, setting the kit down and grabbing antiseptic. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” I muttered, dabbing at his split lip. He winced but didn’t pull away. 

“Yeah, I did.” I paused, meeting his gaze. His dark eyes burned with something fierce, something protective. My chest tightened. I focused on his knuckles next, carefully wiping away the blood. 

“Chuck’s an ass, but he wasn’t wrong about me being a Serpent.” 

“So?” Pea tilted his head. 

“I don’t care if this whole shitty town knows. You’re one of us, Y/N, always have been.” Something in me softened. I pressed a butterfly bandage against a particularly bad cut, my fingers lingering against his skin. 

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” I teased. 

“Would be a shame if Chuck messed up that face of yours.” Sweets smirked, despite the split in his lips. 

“You think I’m pretty, huh?” I rolled my eyes, but a small smile tugged at my lips. Sweet Pea grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer, his eyes dark with lust and some remaining anger. 

“You know I fucking think you’re beautiful.” He growled, his other hand coming up to grip my hips possessively. 

“My little Serpent.” My breath caught in my throat at the intensity of his gaze, the heat of his touch searing through my clothes. Without warning, he crashed his lips against mine in a bruising kiss, all tongue and teeth. I moaned into his mouth, fisting my hands in his shirt. Sweets stood, grabbing my thoughts and hoisting me up. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to my bedroom, not breaking the kiss. He tossed me onto the bed, crawling over me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. 

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.” He promised darkly, ripping open my flannel to reveal my lacy bra. He buried his face in my tits, kissing and biting the soft swells. I arched into his touch, a low moan escaping my lips. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging roughly. Sweet Pea made quick work of my bra, freeing my breasts. He latched onto a nipple, fucking hard as he pinched and rolled the other between his fingers. Sparks of pleasure shot straight to my core, making me writhe beneath him. 

“Fuck, Pea!” I gasped, grinding my hips against the prominent bulge in his jeans. He chuckled darkly against my skin, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. 

“So eager, baby girl.” His hands slid down my stomach to my jeans, popping the button and zipper. Pea yanked my jeans and panties down my legs, tossing them aside. Cool air hit my heated flesh, making me shiver. He pushed my thighs apart, exposing my glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. 

“You’re fucking dripping for me.” He groaned, running a finger through my folds. I whimpered, my hips bucking into his touch. 

“Such a needy little slut.” Before I could respond, his mouth was on me, licking a long stripe from my entrance to my clit. I cried out, back arching off the bed. Sweets ate me out like a man starved, his tongue delving deep inside me before flicking against my sensitive clit. My hands flew to his hair, holding him against me as he feasted on my pussy. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, my thighs trembling around his head. 

“Oh God, Sweet Pea…” I panted. 

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum!” He doubled his efforts, sucking my clit hard as he pushed two fingers knuckle-deep inside me. That was all it took to send me hurtling over the edge. I came with a sharp cry, my pussy clenching around his fingers as he pumped them in and out. Pea didn’t let up, continuing to lick and suck through my orgasm until I was boneless and twitching beneath him. Only then did he sit back, licking my juices from his lips with a satisfied smirk. 

“That’s one.” He purred, standing up to strip off his clothes. My eyes widened as his cock sprang free, hard, thick, and leaking at the tip. 

“I’ve got a few more rounds in me.” He crawled back over me, settling between my spread thighs. The blunt head of his cock notched against my entrance, making me gasp. Sweet Pea held my gaze as he slowly pushed inside, stretching me deliciously. I moaned low in my throat as he bottomed out, his pelvis flush against mine. He started to move, pulling out until just the tip remained before slamming back in. The force rocked my whole body, making my tits bounce. Sweet Pea set a brutal pace, pounding into me with animalistic grunts. The bed creaked beneath us with the force of his thrusts. I clunch to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he took me hard and deep. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned, his rhythm faltering slightly as his balls slapped against my ass. 

“You feel so goddamn good.” 

“Harder…” I panted, tilting my hips to take him deeper. 

“Fuck me harder!” Pea snarled, grabbing my thighs and pushing them towards my chest. He shifted the angle of his hips and began to thrust with abandon, hitting that sweet spot inside me with every snap of his hips. Pleasure coiled tight again, my walls starting to flutter around his cock. 

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum again!” I cried out, burying my face in his neck. 

“Not yet.” He commanded, pulling out completely. I whined in protest but he just flipped me over onto my stomach, lifting my hips up. Sweet pea entered me from behind in one swift thrust, his balls slapping against my clit. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back as he started to fuck me again, just as hard and fast as before. 

“Yes, yes, fuck!” I screamed, pushing back against him. 

“Don’t stop!” He didn’t, pounding into me until the room echoed with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and our combined moans. My second orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, making me see stars. Sweet Pea followed soon after with a loud groan, filling me with hot spurts of his cum. He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting harshly as we came down from our highs. 

“I fucking love you.” He muttered against my neck, pressing soft kisses to my sweat-slicked skin. I smiled softly, turning my head to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. 

“I love you too.” I whispered back.