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You had it all planned out, have sex with him and go home. Simple. And it would have gone as planned had you not fallen asleep. His warm bed and strong arms had been so inviting and, to be completely honest, he had worn you out. Now you were trapped in his warm embrace. Your only hope was to sneak out without him noticing, but as you move to slide out of his reach he only hugs you closer. 

Your heart starts pounding as your mind begins to race, how the hell were you supposed to sneak out now? Him waking up and the two having to do the whole small talk thing really wasn’t something you wanted nor planned on doing. 

You glance around the bed and let out a sigh of relief when you notice that your cellphone was within reach. You grab it and set an alarm to ring in the next minute with your ringtone instead of the standard alarm sound. That way you could at least fake a missed call and have an excuse to leave. 

You slide your phone back onto the nightstand and wait until it rings, the time in between seeming to be the longest sixty seconds of your life.

After what felt like minutes, he stirs beside you and you pretend to have just woken up as well, his grip on you still as secure as it had been in sleep which only frustrates you more. All you want to do is leave and he is making it more difficult. What is this guy’s deal?

You specifically chose him because he looked like a total player, with his cocky smirk, smooth words and heavily tattooed body. Given his online profile he just didn’t seem to be the relationship type, so his lazy morning smile was throwing you off. Almost as if he didn’t mind you waking up next to him. 

Unbeknownst to you, Sweet Pea definitely wasn’t the one night stand type. He’s tried before, but it never felt right. He only accepted your offer because you seemed different than other people he had talked to; he convinced himself that if he was going to have a one night stand with someone it was going to be with someone it felt right with and you definitely gave off the vibes he was looking for. 

He slowly starts to wake up more, content that you hadn’t snuck off while he slept, but realizes that the ringing he’s heard wasn’t from his own phone. 

Sweet Pea’s arms around you loosen enough that you take advantage and get up. At this point the alarm has long since stopped ringing, but you grab your phone anyway and feign surprise when you ‘see’ a missed call.

“Shit” you hiss. “I gotta go.” You rush to gather your clothes and put them on as quickly as you can. 

Meanwhile Sweet Pea sits up and tries to wipe the sleep off his face, that sweet satisfied smile still gracing his face. It unnerves you, but you do your best to ignore it. 

When you finish getting ready you face him and smile sincerely, “Last night was…” you didn’t know exactly how to word it and a devilish smile appears on Sweet Pea’s handsome features.

“I know,” he said and you repress the urge to roll your eyes. Now that was the guy you had chosen to hook up with. Only he didn’t mean it as you had taken it. No, he thought for sure you felt the same as he did; what was supposed to be one night of fun had stirred something, making him believe there might be something more there if given the chance to explore it. 

Just as you were finishing lacing up your shoes he says, “I’d ask if you wanted to stay for breakfast but I see you’re in a but of a hurry.” There was a twinge of disappointment in his voice.

You move to pick up your phone from the nightstand for the last time. “Sorry… umm...” you scratch the back of your head trying but failing to remember his name. You felt bad but it wasn’t that important anyway. You were never going to see him again. 

“Uh, the name is Sweet Pea,” he said still wearing a disappointed look on his face. 

“Right. Sweet Pea.” You didn’t know what compelled you to say these next words but surely you don't mean them. Right? “Maybe next time.”

He nods, “Yeah… next time for sure.” You could tell there was more he wanted to say but he held back.

The breakfast invitation surprises you but you do your best to brush it off. You really should have left already and yet you are still here and engaging in what should be awkward small talk, but it doesn’t feel as awkward as you think it should. 

“Right, well bye” you salute him as you open his bedroom door and walk out of it without another glance. You cringe. What the hell was that? 

You walk to the end of the hall and you can feel the cold from outside seep through your clothes. There was a small snow forecast so that only added to why falling asleep was the worst thing that could have happened. Now you’d have to walk through the snow to get home. 

You reach out to pull open the door that leads you outside only it didn’t budge. It took all of your strength to pull it open. You quickly take a step back as some snow falls at your feet. You look up and see the entire doorway is blocked with snow. What the literal hell? What were you supposed to do now?

You stood there staring at the snow, willing it to melt or even disappear but to no avail. You check your phone to see if there was someone you could call to help bail you out of this, but the lack of bars only complicates the situation, indicating you were without service. 

Having no other choice you meekly march back up to the apartment you had just exited from. 

You reach his door once more, with even more nerves than you had when you arrived here last night. You took a deep breath and knocked before you had any chance to change your mind.

It was quiet for a moment before you heard some rustling on the other side, the door slowly crept open and a curious look graced the gorgeous face of Sweet Pea. He wore a plain black t-shirt covering his glorious chest and tattoos, which you were thankful for because if you were being honest with yourself, you probably would have lost all functionality and just stared in awe. 

You couldn't help but give him a nervous smile. He let you in and you explained what happened.

Here you were, snowed in with your one night stand. It was quiet as you sat on his couch while he stood leaning by the entrance, neither of you knowing what to say. You could tell Sweet Pea wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but he was polite enough to at least keep it to himself.

As he stood there watching, you did your best to keep your eyes off his visible tattoos. The last thing you wanted was to offend him after he let you in. 

Silence settled between the two of you for a moment before Sweet Pea offers, “So… now that you’re kind of stuck here. Do you want that breakfast?” he nodded towards the kitchen.

You hesitated, “What are you offering?”

He chuckled at your hesitancy. “I was thinking pancakes and maybe some eggs. I’ll have to double check what else I have in the fridge.”

Everything Sweet Pea has said or done up to this point completely contradicted what you assumed about him. You offer to help him cook but he insists on making it all himself. As he cooks, the two of you share idle chatter, peeling back some layers by getting to know each other. Talking seems to come naturally between the two of you and his genuine smiles are making your stomach flutter. 

As Sweet Pea continues to enjoy his breakfast, you push your plate to the side and you can’t help but stare at the ink peeking out of his t-shirt. You spot a specific tattoo on his neck you stare a little too hard, it looked like a snake, more specifically a serpent. You remember hearing about the serpent crew but you had never met someone who is part of them. Once upon a time, they were known to be dangerous but a lot has changed over the years. Nowadays you hear more good things than bad.

“It's all in the past now,” he mutters. He had enjoyed you ogling him until he saw you notice his old serpent tattoo. He wasn’t sure how you would react to him being an ex gang member. 

“What?” you say as he shakes you out of your thoughts. 

He points to the serpent on his neck. “The Serpents, they’re in the past. I’m retired.” As he said these words he failed to look you in the eye, almost as if he was ashamed that you had seen it.

“Oh…” you said dumbly. “Sorry I didn’t mean to stare.” Your face heats up, embarrassed that you were caught staring. “So what’s with all the tattoos?” you ask to steer the attention away from his time with the serpents. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it.

He shrugged taking another bite of his breakfast, still not meeting your gaze. “Just like them I guess.”

You shake your head and quirk an eyebrow. “No.” That was a bullshit answer and you both knew it. 

He finally turns to look at you. The way his eyes crinkled in confusion was making your stomach do flips. God, he was cute. 

“No?” he asks. 

You can’t help but smile. You didn’t think he was capable of looking cute, all hard lines and inked skin, but somehow that boyish smile and those easy brown eyes added an element you didn’t know was possible . “I just mean there’s no way you have all this ink simply because you like them. Nobody puts this amount of beautiful art onto their skin simply because. It takes an insane amount of commitment,” you could see the corners of his lips twitch in an attempt not to smile. He was clearly impressed and surprised at your answer. 

“What about you?” he asked, “You have any ink?” Since you were so openly accepting of tattoos enough to elicit the response you gave, he thought that maybe you had at least one. 

You shook your head. “No, but I’m open to them.”

He gave you a devious look. “How open?”

“Woah” you marvel at the endless amount of drawings of tattoos neatly placed in a binder. Turning the pages one by one, you slide your fingers over the tattoos you find particularly beautiful. “And you designed these?”

You look up at him and he sheepishly nods. “I know they aren’t that good but people seem to like them enough to get them tattooed on themselves. So…” he shrugs again trying to not make a big deal of it.

He clearly didn’t think very highly of his work but you wanted to find a way to prove to him that his creations were beautiful. “Can you design something for me?” 

His eyes lit up almost as if he was just waiting for you to ask. “Of course. What did you have in mind?”

You thought about it for a second, but you wanted to see what he could come up with on his own. He had mentioned being able to read people and already have an idea of what the person would like, so you wanted to put that to the test. “You’re the artist. Surprise me. Draw me something you think I’d like.”

You could see the gears start turning in his head. “Okay, I think I know where to start. Let me get my sketchbook.”

You grab his arm, stopping him from walking away. Even though it was common for someone to draw the design on transfer paper and then apply it onto the skin, you didn’t want that. “Can you draw it on me?” You bat your eyes at him. “I want to see how it would look on me.”

This made him stumble over his own thoughts. Your words took him a bit off guard. “Uh, yeah. Yeah. I can do that.” He paused for a moment “Where do you want it?”

You rub the outside of your right thigh. “I was thinking, here?” you said a little unsure. 

He quirked his eyebrows at you and sent you a questioning look. “You know you’d have to take your pants off for that right?”

You scoff a laugh. “Yeah I got that. It’s nothing you haven’t already seen anyway.”

Sweet Pea’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink at the memories of your night together. 

He goes to his room to grab a pen while he leaves you to take off your pants and get comfortable on his couch in the living room. 

You sit back on the couch in just your shirt and underwear. It doesn’t feel weird but when he walks back in and asks if you are ready, you can’t help but get a little nervous. Here you were with this sweet and amazing guy who you deeply misjudged as he holds on to your thigh in one hand while the other marks you. 

You took a deep breath as you felt a shiver run down your spine as he mindlessly caresses your thigh. “You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah. Fine.” He doesn’t question you further and you mentally thank him for it. Had you known how vulnerable you’d feel beneath his touch you probably wouldn’t have suggested it. 

You stared up at the ceiling not wanting to see the design until it was finished. “So, where did you learn how to draw?” you ask trying to distract yourself from the growing tension. 

It took him a second to answer. You weren’t sure if he had heard you or not but just as you were going to repeat your question he says, “I was a shy kid and I didn’t have many friends so I had a lot of free time.”

“So you’re self taught?” you ask trying to keep the conversation going. 

You can feel the tattoo coming up higher, its size larger than you’d expected, but you didn’t say anything. It wasn’t real. Plus it was you who wanted him to come up with something he’d think you would like. 

“Mhm.” 

You tried your best to keep from squirming. His slight touches were slowly torturing you. You wanted more. No, you needed more. 

He pauses his drawing and runs his thumb up your thigh to your hip where the bottom of your underwear lays. He looks up at you. “Do you mind if I move this up a little? I’m almost done” he asks, voice a bit breathy. 

You nod, not trusting your voice as your heart pounds in your chest. 

He drags your underwear up a little higher but he didn’t continue his drawing. He too was getting distracted by the closeness and small touches. This is something he does all the time with strangers, but with you he couldn’t help but feel a spark and the heat radiating off of you. 

Sweet Pea looks up to you, noticing the way your chest rose and fell with your heavy breaths. It was then that he knew he wasn’t the only one being affected. He took a quick peek down to your lips. They seem to be calling out to him, wanting to be consumed by his own. When his gaze meets yours once again, he sees the same desire he was feeling in your eyes. 

As if you could read each other’s minds, both of you lean in until your lips meet. The first kiss was experiential and light, both of you testing the waters. A moment lingers between the two of you, eyes meeting, and when neither of you make a move to turn away, Sweet Pea brings his lips back onto yours and the kiss quickly grows desperate.

You pull him in closer and he climbs on top of you, resting between your legs. You moan into his mouth as his hands explore you body, the trail of his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. You shutter, your body feeling more alive than you had ever felt. 

Both of you were too consumed in your pleasure to notice someone walk in. “At least leave a sock on the door if you’re going to do this in our living room.”

The voice surprises you and you just hold Sweet Pea even closer, hiding your head in the crook of his neck as you die of embarrassment. You vaguely remember him mentioning a roommate but wait... How did he get through the thick layer of snow that lay against the front door of the building?

It seemed that Sweet Pea had the same thought. He furrows his brows, “Fangs, how did you get in?”

You turn to look at Fangs as well, waiting for his response. “What do you mean? I just walked in.” He stares at you and Sweet Pea wondering why the hell you were both staring at him with the most confused expressions. 

Sweet Pea then looks down at you raising an eyebrow. “You said the door was completely blocked off with snow right?”

You nod. “I swear it was.” You both move to sit up. The three of you stare at each other in confusion. 

Then Fangs all of a sudden chimes in, “I did hear one of the neighbors mention something about the kids in the building wanting to stay home from school today. Maybe they did make it look like it snowed more than it really did?”

You laugh and run your hands down your face. “That would explain why some snow fell through the door when I opened it. I guess I never actually tried to touch it to see if it was frozen solid.” You send Sweet Pea a sheepish look and mouth, “sorry.”

He smiles at you because he was to blame as well. If he had bothered to check it out he would have seen that the snow was barely being held together. When you explained why you suddenly couldn’t get home he immediately took your word for it. He didn’t see why you had any reason to lie considering how fast you ran out of there. 

He takes your hand in his. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.”

You smile back but move to have him release your hand. “I should really get going since I’m not actually snowed in here.” You grab your pants and quickly put them on followed by the rest of your clothes. 

He quickly gets up after you. “You don’t have to leave yet. Plus I didn’t get to finish the tattoo.” 

You suddenly remember he was drawing on your just minutes ago, but you needed to leave knowing that if you stayed any longer this one night stand would turn into a two night stand. 

It nearly broke your heart seeing him deflated when you mentioned leaving. “I really do have somewhere to be.”

He didn’t fight you on it. Maybe you really weren’t as interested as he was. 

You say goodbye once again to Sweet Pea and then to his roommate. 

As soon as the door closed Fangs was on Sweet Pea begging for answers as to who you were. 

“Just a one-night stand. She made it pretty clear last night that it’s what she wanted.”

Fangs smacks the back of Sweet Pea’s head, what he had just walked in on did not look like a one night thing. “Did you completely miss the part where I caught you two making out like horny teenagers?” Sweet Pea thought about it but wasn’t sure where Fangs was going with this. “Go after her!” he yells at his best friend.

Sweet Pea rushes to grab some shoes and a jacket hoping you haven’t gone too far yet and he runs out of his apartment at lightning speed. 

As soon as you step outside, you welcome the cool air, things had gotten heated in there and you were glad Fangs had come in. It had been different than the night before. You hadn’t known much about him then, but now that you had gotten a real glimpse of who Sweet Pea was you knew it would be inevitable to fall for him. Oh how you wished you had met him under different circumstances. 

Before you could take a step onto the sidewalk you heard someone call your name. You turn around and are surprised to see Sweet Pea standing there a little out of breath. 

“Did I forget something?” you ask curious as to why he ran out to find you. 

“No but I did.” That didn’t help your confusion. “I came out here to ask if you wanted to get together again sometime?”

“As in?” you weren’t sure if he was asking for another hook up, a date or if he just wanted to finish the tattoo he was drawing on you. While pulling your pants back on you saw a glimpse of it and it was beyond beautiful. The intricate designs surrounding the flowers really made it stand out. 

He exhales a laugh. “As in, would you like to go out? On a date? With me?” his brown eyes full of hope made the butterflies in your stomach flutter for what felt like the hundredth time that day. 

Sweet Pea’s face lights up as he sees your growing smile. “Ye- yeah, yes. Yes. I would love to go on a date with you.” 

It had been a long ten days since Sweet Pea left for a job in Toledo. Ten days without your boyfriend. Ten days doing nothing but lounging around the trailer during the day and working nights at the Wyrm. It was grueling. The feeling of isolation wasn’t really the problem. That part wasn’t so hard. It was the lack of touch from your partner that you craved so badly since he left.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and perhaps that was true. You were so touch starved that you weren’t sure how you were going to last another four days.

Unless…

You reached over into the drawer of your bedside table and took out your vibrating dildo along with a small container of lube. You didn’t use it often because you always had Pea around to satisfy your every need. However waiting a whole four days to feel any kind of physical release sounded horrifying. Plus there was a good chance that he’d be getting back late in the day and would be too tired to even do anything other than cuddle and sleep.

Needless to say, that just wasn’t going to work. You had a pretty great imagination when you put your mind to it. You rubbed some of the lubricant onto the dildo before turning over onto your stomach and lifting yourself up onto your knees. You cut the vibration onto a low setting before delicately touching your clit.

You immediately whimpered at the touch, body tensing in anticipation. Ten very long, very dry days, you thought to yourself as images of Sweet Pea appeared in your mind. His muscular arms and chest, soft stomach and lean legs. You bit into your lower lip as you slid to toy inside of your aching core.

A moan left your lips as you pressed it in as deep as you possibly could. It didn’t compare much to your boyfriend, but it was something. You started to move it in and out at a steady rhythm. Your eyes squeezed shut as you imagined it was Sweet Pea inside of you instead of the silicone vibrator. You couldn’t stop from saying his name, hoping it would further the fantasy.

In the back of your mind your heard a bike outside. A familiar bike. You thought you were imagining things. He wasn’t due back yet. It couldn’t have been his Harley roaring.

Your eyes snapped open as you heard the front door open and the loud thud of a duffel bag hitting the floor. Heavy boots moved across the hard floor and suddenly Sweet Pea was filling the door frame to your bedroom, smirk on his face at the sight of you in such a compromising position.

“What cha doin’, princess?” He asked, leaning against the wooden frame. “Did you miss daddy that much that you had to fuck yourself?”

Your cheeks flushed bright red as you started to pull the toy out, “I’m sorry, I-“

He shook his head, smirk morphing into a sinister smile. “Don’t take it out, yet. I know just how to punish you for this.” He kicked his boots off before making his way to the bed. You lifted your head up to look at him more. “Keep going, baby.”

You continued to blush as you started to move the vibrator again. Sweet Pea saw the bottle of lube and grabbed it as he unbuckled his belt. You watched him curiously, trying not to moan as you hit your g-spot with the tip of the vibrator.

“Didn’t I tell you that you couldn’t cum until I got home?” He asked you in a deep, coarse voice. He flipped open the lid of the lube and squirted it onto your ass so that it slid down between your cheeks. You jumped slightly at the cold sensation. “Were you just going to keep this your little secret?”

“No, daddy,” You mumbled to him but Sweet Pea just sucked his teeth in response, not believing you in the slightest. He rubbed the lube down across your ass, coating his finger before he dragged it around the rim of your hole. You whined for a second time when he pushed it in.

It didn’t hurt. This wasn’t your first rodeo with him and he knew your limits. He also knew which buttons to press. You moaned as you continued to move the toy as he fingered your ass, slipping in a second one after only a few pumps of his first. Though you had done anal before, you have never experienced double penetration. “Where am I going to stick my dick, princess?” He asked, voice still demanding.

“My ass,” You said in a half whimper and half moan. He used his free hand to push his pants and boxers down, freeing his already hard cock. He put more lube onto it, stroking himself to make sure it was fully covered. You let out a whine of protest when he pulled out his fingers.

“Don’t stop fucking yourself,” He ordered as he pressed his tip against your tight entrance. He easily pushed in, stopping after his head was fully inside. You clenched your teeth, trying to remind yourself to breathe. He could feel the vibration through the wall separating your two lower orifices.

Sweet Pea held back a moan of his own as he took the moment to smack your ass before sliding all the way in. “Oh god,” You gasped, still not being used to how much he stretched you out. You hand stopped for a moment, earning yourself another stinging hit.

“What did I say?” Sweet Pea asked through gritted teeth before pulling out and slamming into you, not bothering to be gentle now that he was fully inside. This was, after all, punishment for not waiting for him like he ordered you to.

Your whimper in pain was music to his sadistic ears. He knew if it was too much then you’d use the safe word, however as long as you didn’t then he’d keep going as hard as he wanted. You started moving your hand again, even turning up the vibration setting to make it more intense. The added sensation caused Sweet Pea you both to moan.

He fucked you at a fast pace, his hands gripping your hips so tight that they were sure to leave bruises. Your back arched as both the toy and his dick filled you up completely while continuous mewls of pleasure escaped your mouth.

“You like getting your ass torn apart, baby girl?” Sweet Pea asked, wondering if you were even coherent enough to answer. He reached down and grabbed a fist full of hair to pull.

“Yes,” You managed to gasp out. You kept the pace of the toy in rhythm with him, though it was difficult to keep up with how fast he was moving.

Sweet Pea was smirking in triumph, “my dirty slut likes it in both holes at the same time, huh?” This time his question was more rhetorical, definitely not expecting a clear cut reply after the loud moan you just let out.

He was relentless, yanking your head back with his grip on your locks. You tried to keep up, but it was proving too difficult. Still, you didn’t stop. Instead you adjusted the pace to simply coincide with his rhythm instead of matching it outright. Your orgasm was building rather rapidly and you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep going for much longer.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy,” You managed to squeak out as he increased his pace once more. It was more of a question of permission than a statement. If you came without asking then he’d likely do something worse (or better? It was a toss-up).

Sweet Pea was holding back his groans, loving how tight your ass was around him. He didn’t want to show you how he was in just as much pleasure as you. He loosened his grip on your hair slightly. “Cum for me, baby girl.” Sweet Pea growled out.

You called out his name as pleasure exploded inside of you, your muscles tightening around him to the point where it was difficult for him to keep up his pace. Sweet Pea took the moment to hit your ass again, leaving a red hand print in his wake.

Once you started to relax again he upped his pace back to where it was at previously. Your hand could no longer move as you were essentially a puddle of raw nerves under him. Small whimpers of pleasure kept escaping out of you as he finally released his seed inside of you.

Sweet Pea panted, attempting to catch his breath after his workout. He gently slid out of you before disappearing for a second to grab a towel from the hall closet. You watched as he cleaned himself up as he walked back into the room.

He caught your gaze and smiled a genuine smile before coming up behind you and started to wipe down your ass. He slowly removed the toy and cut it off, wiping it off as well before setting it down. Your lower half collapsed onto the bed tiredly, some muscles still twitching from the intensity of the orgasm you had just had.

Sweet Pea pulled off his top layers before laying down next to you. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you close to him. “I missed you, princess.”

“I missed you too, Sweet Pea.” You said tiredly before looking up at him with and equally bright smile. You took the moment to kiss him on the lips in a show of affection.

He chuckled lightly at the gesture before running his fingers through your hair. “Get some rest. When we get up, I’ll take you to Pop’s. My treat.”

Sweet Pea reaches out for her, beckoning her closer, “Not gonna dump my ass for a Northsider, are ya?”

She puts the ball in his lap, curling her fingers around his cheeks to tilt his head upward, “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried, Sweets.”

He smiles, a rare occurrence if she’s not present, and purses his lips to kiss her chastely. A hollering comes from across the court where Reggie makes obscene gestures with his hands. Sweet Pea is stood to his feet before Lilith can grab ahold of him, his steps echoing in the otherwise empty gym.

“You know, if you and your little demon-girl want to make out, you can do it away from the rest of us.” Reggie spins a basketball on his fingertip, smirking across the court at Sweet Pea. He flinches as the Southsider gets too close, fists balled up at his sides.

“Reggie, you son’ve a bitch,” Sweet Pea’s biceps flex with the muscle memory of how to sucker punch. He tilts his head, “You’re lucky I don’t lay you out in front of the whole damn team. I already tripped you up at practice this morning, and in gym, and this is what you think you should do?”

Reg’s dark eyes take in Sweet Pea’s taller frame, packed with dense muscle. He holds his hands up, pouting his full lips, “Hey, Sweets, I just-oh shit!”

Sweet Pea has decked him in the face, shaking his fist from the impact, “Damn, Reg, got a hard head, don’t ‘ya?”

Reggie is reeling, falling backward into the arms of the rest of the basketball team. He seethes through his teeth and surges forward, ready to return the favor, when Lilith steps in between the two of them, palms on either of their chests.

“I swear I’ll give him a good talking to, Reggie,” Lilith looks towards the Northsider, his eye already swelling. “You should go get some ice on that.”

Despite everything telling him to slug Sweet Pea, Reggie turns and walks to the locker room with the other athletes in close tow. Lilith shakes her head, chuckling to herself as she turns to look Sweet Pea in the eye, “You’re a sap.”

“What?” Sweet Pea narrows his eyes, “I-I am not.”

Lilith grabs him by the shirt to yank him down to her level, only to press a kiss to his nose, “You literally just got angry with him because he called you my nickname for you.”

The Southside Serpent blushes just enough for Lilith to know that she’s gotten it right. She pats him on the cheek before releasing him, wrapping an arm around his waist, “Drive me home?”

“Pfft,” Sweet Pea tucks her under his arm, kissing the top of her head, “Like I’d let anyone else do it.”

“I dunno,” Lilith trails off. Her eyes dart in every direction, “Maybe I could ask Reg for a ride home?”

Sweet Pea’s fist curls around her bicep and he starts to grumble and growl, but she squeezes him around the waist with a giggle, “Sweets, babe, calm down. I’m kidding.”

“Damn right. Like Reg could even put up with your smart ass.” Sweet Pea leans down to grab her up, tossing her over his shoulder, a pert slap landing on her backside as he does so. Lilith squeals, holding him around the torso to keep herself steady, “You dick! Put me down!”

He laughs, “Not many Southsiders let their girls call them dicks, sweetheart.”

“I’ll call you anything I like.” Lilith huffs into the fabric of his leather jacket, pouting even though no one can see her. Sweet Pea walks with her strewn over his shoulder through the Northside parking lot until he reaches the spots where all of the Serpents’ motorcycles are set up.

After placing her back on her feet, Sweet Pea pats down her hair and clothes to get her back from her disarray. He rolls his eyes at her facial expression - eyes unable to focus and a bright flush on her cheeks. He’d never admit it aloud, but he loves the innocent fullness of her cheeks and roundness of her eyes. The way her amethyst eyes sparkle when she looks at him makes him sure that he’s doing the right thing most days, when otherwise he’d feel like he were failing.

Lilith pokes her index fingertip into his ribs, glaring as menacingly as she can when she looks like she’s embarrassed, “Listen here - I don’t like-oh.”

Sweet Pea grabs her by the waist and pulls her upward, kissing her square on the mouth. He laughs as he pulls away, leaving her dazed at the sudden action. Pushing her curly locks away from her face, he nods to his bike, “Wyrm first - you got that test tomorrow, right? Can’t have you flunkin’ out on me.”

Her eyes are shining up at him once she shakes out of her stupor, fingers wrapped in the cloth of his flannel. Lilith leans forward to thump her head against his chest, “And here I was, trying to get you home so I could have my way with you.”

A mischievous smile tugs on Sweet Pea’s lips, “Finish that studying and you can have your way with me in the Wyrm’s supply closet. C’mon.”

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a/n: IT WAS SO BAD. BUT. I’VE GOT TO GET MY TRAINING WHEELS BACK ON SO I CAN FINISH FORBIDDEN FRUIT. 

“I still can’t believe you persuaded me to go to this party,” Y/N complained, casually strolling out of her ensuite bathroom and standing in front of Sweet Pea, hands on her hips in the only act of defiance she could muster right then. He drew his eyes away from his phone, looking up from his position on her bed, not batting an eyelid at her half-clothed state.

It was an almost amusing contrast to see Sweet Pea in the setting of Y/N’s room; the floral pink duvet cover against the fully-black biker look, that Sweet Pea seemed to have had ever since he left the womb, would have been shocking to most. To be fair, his dark attire wasn’t all that different from Y/N’s typical outfits of choice, but she had an affinity for all things pink, pastel, and floral when it came to her decor and belonging, only preferring grayscale when it came to clothes.

Y/N and Sweet Pea had been best friends since birth, or near enough; they were both Serpent legacies, but Y/N’s family was somewhat more stable than Pea’s. When Sweet Pea hit the ripe old age of six months, his father took it upon himself to high-tail out of Riverdale to go and live with his pregnant mistress. A single, working, new-mother, his mom often resorted to leaving Pea with the Y/L/Ns’ and the pair became fast friends. They grew up together and, although they did occasionally venture outside of their partnership, they were each other’s closest friend. And it was for this exact reason that Sweet Pea had no reaction to Y/N standing in front of him in only a black mini skirt, fishnets, and bra.

“We need to leave in half an hour. Are you going like that?” Sweet Pea commented dryly.

“Pea,” She moaned, continuing to complain just in case he would allow her reprieve from their plans.

“It’s up to you, but I think FP may have something to say about your outfit of choice.”

“Pea, please?” She pouted, clasping her hands in front of her chest.

Sweet Pea sighed, dropping his phone between his crossed legs. “I believe we had an agreement, sweetheart.”

“Yes, and I will be forever grateful that you are not forcing me to go to the New Year’s party or any other Serpent festive gathering for the rest of this year, but,” Y/N crouched down, a hand on each of Pea’s knees, “would you not much rather be curled up with yours truly, hot chocolate, and a Christmas comedy on the TV?”

She tried to pull her most enticing puppy-dog face--which nine times out of ten melted Pea into a puddle at her feet, but not this time.

“A deal’s a deal.” He gave her a pointed look which softened slightly when he saw genuine disappointment flicker through Y/N’s eyes. “Hey,” he placed his hands on top of hers, running his thumbs over the back of them, “I’ll be there and I promise we can be back here by one am. I’ll even try to persuade your mom to let me sleep over and we can cuddle with hot chocolate and a comedy then.” The placating smile he offered did nothing as she rolled her eyes, pushing up from her position.

“You don’t need to persuade my mom to do anything.” She wandered over to her dresser, picking up her makeup bag before plopping herself down on the floor in front of the full-length mirror attached to her wardrobe. “She fucking loves you.” And didn’t Y/N know it.

‘Sweet Pea is such a nice boy’, ‘why don’t you date Sweet Pea’, ‘wouldn’t it be wonderful if Sweet Pea was my son-in-law,’ – Y/N never heard the end of how much her mother adored Pea but what her mother (or Pea for that matter) did not know is how much Y/N and her mother were in agreement in wishing that Pea would date her.

For as long as they’d been friends, Y/N had known that she loved Sweet Pea, but it was not until a moment in their teens, when she had had the sudden urge to grab him by the neck and crush his lips to hers, did she realise the love was no longer solely platonic.

Y/N had a crush on her lifelong best friend and he did not have a single fucking clue.

She had briefly entertained the thought of initiating something between them but the potential of losing Pea over such a thing was a devastating concept and so the idea was killed in moments. Regardless, Y/N knew that Sweet Pea had a huge crush on Toni, not that he had told her this, but she had noticed the way he smiled at her - that was the smile of a boy who was crushing on a girl.

Each time Y/N saw that smile, there was always a small twinge in her gut but she was determined to make her best friend happy, no longer caring that it would not be with her. Sweet Pea deserved to be happy.

“But she doesn’t love me as much as I love you.” He sent her a faux sickly-sweet smile in the mirror, forcing her eyes to roll yet again.

Drawing on her eyeliner, Y/N could not stop her mind from imagining him meaning it the way that she secretly hoped he would. No, she had to reprimand herself, Sweet Pea had been with her through thick and thin, spent many evenings soothing her as she sobbed over this and that as well as always having her back. She loved him regardless of context and, because of this, she wanted and needed him to be happy – if Pea wanted to be with Toni then she would make it happen.

“I fucking love you.” Their little phrase left her lips as she finished up the liner on her second eye.

“And I fucking love you,” he replied, as they shared a genuine smile before delving back into their respective tasks – Y/N applying minimal makeup for the forced exertion from her home and Sweet Pea texting whoever.

******

Riding on the back of a motorcycle in a skirt was never really the best of ideas, but it was a dark December evening and no one would see. But what Y/N had not considered was how bad of an idea it was to ride on the back of a motorcycle, in the middle of December, at night, in fishnets and a skirt.

“Holy shit, I’m freezing,” she exclaimed, jumping from the seat as soon as Sweet Pea turned the engine off.

“Yeah, probably not the best of our ideas,” Sweet Pea reasoned, sliding off the seat a lot more smoothly. He placed a hand on either of her arms, rubbing his hands up and down her clothed skin, trying to create a little heat.

“Our idea? Please, I wanted to take the car but no, we were already late so you wanted to freeze my tits off.”

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes at that before gripping her wrist in one hand, pocketing his keys with the other, and all but dragging her towards the bar door.

“I’m freezing, my legs are going to fall off, and I do not want to be here.” Y/N continued to complain and Sweet Pea could only compare her to a toddler having a tantrum.

They stopped just shy of the closed door, muffled music and chattering could be heard on the other side, and the glow of multi-coloured lights could be seen through the frosted panes of the windows. It all looked rather cozy and, if there weren’t fifty other people in there, Y/N would have probably been quite happy to enter.

“Stop being dramatic, we had a deal. These parties normally suck--”

She opened her mouth to interrupt but a slight glare from Sweet Pea stopped the words in their place.

“--but my bestest friend in the whole entire world is here and you’re going to make the experience so much better. Then, we will go home, maybe catch a lift with someone since I quite like your legs being attached,” he spared a glance to her goose-bump covered skin, “and we will drink hot chocolate and watch a movie.”

He took one of her hands in his, neither of their fingers particularly warm, and began to push on the door before stopping and turning back to face Y/N. “Oh, and Toni’s here.”

Ah, how could she forget her plan, although she wasn’t entirely sure why Pea thought that this would be an incentive for her to enter, he had no idea that she was aware of his crush. Y/N was going to somehow get her best friend to ask out Toni by the end of the night, whether she said yes was out of Y/N’s control, but she would be sure to get Sweet Pea to confess... somehow…

With a small smile now gracing her lips, they both pushed through the door into the large bar area, welcoming the overwhelming warmth that hit them as well as the tangy smell of alcohol. Hog Eye, the owner of the Whyte Wyrm, had strung fairylights along the walls and a small Christmas tree sat on the bar, adorned with the same multi-coloured lights and several red shiny baubles. People were scattered all over the large room, drinks in hand, and loudly chatting away as Bing Crosby was crooning out ‘White Christmas’.

Y/N hummed along as she handed her coat to Sweet Pea to hang on the coat stand, nodding a silent thanks as she continued to take in the room. It was whilst doing this that she spotted several bunches of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and then she had her plan. Now she just had to lure Toni and Sweet Pea over to one of the many bunches of mistletoe. She began to search for Toni but the latter had already spotted them and was waving them over to where she stood with a small group of her friends.

“Let’s join Toni,” Sweet Pea spoke before Y/N had the chance, sending a nod towards the fellow Serpent.

“Hey guys, cold out isn’t it?” Toni greeted each of them with a hug once they made their way through the crowd. This was not too much of a feat, though, as they tended to part easily for Sweet Pea as he towered over most people.

“Sure is. This idiot decided to ride on the bike wearing fishnets.” Sweet Pea knocked Y/N with his elbow, sending a kind smile to let her know he was only joking.

“Sure, sure, my fault, I know.” Y/N rolled her eyes goodnaturedly, bumping her best friend back with her hip.

“Well, at least it’s warm in here, you’ll be alright in no time,” Toni replied before pulling on the arm of a tall redhead beside her, who turned away from her current conversation. To say Y/N was shocked to see Cheryl Blossom in the Whyte Wyrm would be an understatement. It had been a few years since they had all graduated from Riverdale High, but Cheryl had always been an incredibly preppy individual, to put it kindly, who had deemed herself higher than most others around her. She and her brother, Jason, had practically ruled the school, hardly sparing a glance to others, particularly the transfers from Southside High who were made bottom of the food chain. She had obviously come a long way from her time in high school.

“Sweet Pea, Y/N, I’m sure you remember Cheryl.” Cheryl wiggled her fingers in a small wave and offered a sheepish smile as they were introduced. “She’s a ‘trainee serpent’, so to speak. FP is considering her for the initiation.”

Both Y/N and Sweet Pea’s eyes widened comically. Tonight was full of surprises. It was one thing for the Cheryl they knew to willingly surround herself and be associated with Serpents, but for her to also desire to become a Serpent - perhaps she had hit her head.

Cheryl must have noticed their expressions as she was quick to pull her hands together in a pleading gesture. “I know and I sincerely apologise for the unacceptable and truly horrible way I treated you and your fellow Serpents throughout our time at Riverdale High. I promise that I have changed my ways since graduation and, with the help of TT, I hope to show you how true this transformation is.”

“Of course, I’m sure we’ll see more of each other through Serpent business, but we can always hang out. It’s a regular thing we do with Toni,” Sweet Pea answered for both of them, swinging an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, signalling for her to nod her agreement.

“Brilliant.” Cheryl grinned.

A slightly awkward silence settled around the four of them, something that was most likely due to all of their being unsure how to act with Cheryl around. Y/N’s eyes flitted around the room, not knowing where to land, trying to avoid having to make stilted conversation. Her eyes just happened to catch on a particular bunch of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling above the bar.

Being in such close proximity with Pea heated her skin, something that was putting Y/N off of the whole scheme she had created, but the look that appeared on Pea’s face each time he saw Toni reappeared in her mind; she wanted only the best for him and for him to be happy and, because of that, she would continue forward with her plan.

“I don’t know about you, but I need a drink” Y/N broke the silence, and relief noticeably appeared on Pea and Toni’s faces, Cheryl seemingly oblivious. Pretending to notice Toni’s lack of drink in hand, you added, “Toni, why don’t you join us at the bar.”

Pea’s eyes narrowed slightly, trying to work out why she had intentionally omitted Cheryl from the invitation but seemingly settled on ignoring it for now, he released his arm from around Y/N’s shoulders before chiming in, “yeah, I’ll cover this round.”

“And I’ll stay here and make conversation with my soon-to-be fellow Serpents.” Cheryl did not seem overly bothered about her exclusion, smiling and nodding before making her way across the room to a group of younger Serpents.

Y/N led the three of them over, placing herself at the front of the group so she could strategically lead them over to the right-hand side of the bar where the mistletoe hung. She settled herself at the very far end, resting her arm on the sticky surface so that Toni and Sweet Pea would be forced to stand together at her left.

“Y/N, Sweet Pea, nice to see ya,” Hog Eye greeted, coming directly to the trio, bypassing a few already waiting patrons.

Y/N and Sweet Pea had helped out Hog Eye quite a bit over the last year. The Ghoulies, before they were run out of town, had made an attack on the Whyte Wyrm, destroying half of the bar, and the pair had been a part of a few Serpents who had helped reassemble the place. Veronica had pitched in the money necessary, due to feeling guilty about her father being partially responsible for the attack, so Y/N and Sweet Pea just offered some manpower, as well as occasionally taking up some shifts at the bar while Hog Eye was recovering from injuries he sustained during the ordeal.

Nevertheless, Hog Eye had been incredibly grateful and had no qualms ignoring the already waiting customers to serve them. “Toni too, I see. What can I get you three?”

“I’ll have a bourbon, please, Hog Eye, you know how I like it,” Y/N replied. “Pea’s driving so he’ll just have a coke?” Sweet Pea nodded to her question. “And Toni, what do you want?” Y/N turned to Toni who seemed distracted but requested a Jack and coke at her prompting.

As Hog Eye was pouring the drinks, Toni zoned out again, slowly gaining a mischievous twinkle in her eye paired with a not-so-hidden grin. “Y’know, Y/N, you’re looking hot as hell tonight.”

Y/N turned bright red at Toni’s words, and she wanted nothing more than to hit her head on the bar counter in embarrassment. A similar, but more subtle, pink dusted Sweet Pea’s cheeks. It was also joined by a small smirk.

“Um, thanks I--”

“Yeah, you look amazing, let me take a photo of your outfit. And Sweet Pea! Sweet Pea can be in the photo as well.” She was talking so frantically that neither Y/N or Sweet Pea really understood what was going on so when Toni suddenly gripped Y/N’s arms and spun her around for the picture, Sweet Pea had to grab Y/N by the waist to stop her toppling over.

“Perfect! Just perfect!” Toni exclaimed, pulling her phone out of her jacket pocket. “Now Y/N just move a little closer to Sweet Pea.”

“Do you know what the fuck is going on?” Sweet Pea whispered into Y/N’s ear, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. She shook her head in answer but also to rid herself of the odd sensation, she could use that bourbon now.

“And smile!”

Toni took the photo. The pair began to move apart from the too-close position before Toni stopped them with a hand, that mischievous look taking over her entire face.

“Would you look at that!” She feigned surprise, tilting her head to the ceiling. Y/N and Sweet Pea followed suit, freezing at what they saw. Shit.

“Mistletoe. You know what that means?”

“No, Toni you were--”

“You’re under the mistletoe, you have to kiss.” Toni seemed to be enjoying Y/N’s squirming, but Y/N was more concerned about Sweet Pea unwrapping his arm from around her waist and pulling away, taking it as rejection. Although it was nothing short of what she expected, it still stung.

“No, Toni, I think Y/N wants you to come here.” Sweet Pea stepped back, motioning Toni over. Y/N could almost scream in frustration, this was not going how she had wanted it to go.

“No, it was supposed to be you and Toni under the--”

“Guys, just get on with--” Toni tried to interrupt Y/N, but Sweet Pea stepped in.

“Wait, you were trying to set me up with Toni?” Y/N swung around to face him, now incredibly concerned that he had taken offence. She had not considered Sweet Pea might consider her scheming overstepping.

“Yes, I just wanted to see you happy and I know you have a crush on--”

“Me? Have a crush on Toni?” Sweet Pea’s eyes were almost bugging out his head.

Their outbursts had gained the attention of a few of the nearest Serpents whilst Hog Eye was trying his very hardest to hold in laughter, his face beginning to resemble a tomato.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to--”

“I thought you had a crush on Toni!” His exclamation caused Y/N to freeze, both of them oblivious to the listening ears and the amused smiles of the entire bar.

“You--I--What?” Y/N could not believe a single word that she was hearing. How had he gotten the idea that she liked Toni? Y/N had noticed how he had always smiled when they approached her and whenever she was mentioned in conversation the same look reappeared; how else was Y/N supposed to interpret this?

“As entertaining as this is, we would all appreciate it if you both shut up.” Toni’s words brought their attention to the silence that otherwise filled the room and the fact that every pair of eyes were trained on them. If Y/N had been embarrassed before, it did not compare to how she felt now.

Heat filled her entire body, and not in a good way, her face radiating as she chewed at the skin on her lower lip. Sweet Pea was hiding his embarrassment somewhat better, but pink still tinged his cheeks and the tips of ears.

“You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss!” a shout came from somewhere in the small crowd.

Sweet Pea shot a glare in the heckler’s direction before he took a step closer as Y/N was still frozen in shock, reaching his hand to cup her cheek, gently tilting her head upwards to face him. His thumb smoothed over her warm cheek as he scanned her eyes for any form of protest--there was some hesitation but also a hefty amount of want. The same thumb ran over her lower lip now, his ring cold on her skin as he pulled her slightly bruised lip from between her teeth. Pea’s gaze left her lips, meeting hers and silently asking for her permission. After a nod, so small that only he would have seen, he brought his other hand up to her unoccupied cheek, guiding her face up so they met in the middle.

Sweet Pea wasted no time in pressing his lips to hers, unable to believe that this was happening and savouring the moment. Y/N broke out of a trance, bringing one arm up to wrap around his neck, threading her fingers through the short hairs at the nape of his neck, ensuring he would not pull away quite yet. It was too soon.

Her lips were on fire, but it was the sparks that spread from their connection through all the nerves in her body that racked her with shivers and set her akin alight. Her other arm settled against his chest, clenching the material of his jumper in her fingers as one of Sweet Pea’s found its place at her waist, pressing her against him, trying to get as much contact as possible.

And then Y/N began to move her lips in a gentle caress, Sweet Pea following suit. There was no rush or urgency, they had time but also a passion as they poured their love for one another into this kiss. The pair moved almost in opposites, caressing each other in turn. Y/N took a gasp of air so Pea seized the chance to run the tip of his tongue along her lower lip, not needing to deepen the kiss further, but savouring the feeling, her touch, her taste, when they were no longer connected. Y/N moved to wrap her other arm around his neck but a loud clearing of a throat registered, triggering Y/N to remember just where they were.

She leant her forehead against Sweet Pea’s chest, her cheeks turning even redder whilst her lungs were still trying to catch up, snickers beginning to filter through to her ears. How could she forget where they were? She probably would have allowed them to progress to a full-on makeout session, without intervention, completely oblivious to the audience they had gained.

Sweet Pea pressed a kiss to the top of Y/N’s head, the hand not on her waist smoothing through her hair. The contact of his skin sent a shiver down her spine, her body obviously not registering their audience.

Once she finally caught her breath and calmed down, she pulled away enough for Sweet Pea to press a small kiss to her nose. An involuntary grin took over her lips and stayed in place as she finally twisted her head to look at the Serpents gathered around.

A chorus of cheering and wolf whistles broke out. Toni still stood behind her, only now joined by Cheryl, who had wrapped an arm around her waist; the former wore an incredibly smug expression whilst the latter simply looked thoroughly entertained. Fangs, on the other hand, who stood a few metres from them, had a slightly childish pout on his face aimed solely at Toni.

“Told you I could do it tonight,” Toni simply said in answer to his expression. “You’re going to have to pay up.” She held her hand out, making a ‘gimme’ motion.

“I don’t have the money on me right now! I was so sure…” the last part seemed to only be spoken to himself.

“You bet on us!” Y/N cried indignantly, wrapping her arms around herself, interlocking her fingers with Pea’s at her waist.

“Only last week,” Toni placated, as if that made it any better.

“If it’s any consolation, Y/N,” Hog Eye spoke unexpectedly. He was leant casually against the wall behind the bar, a smug smile that rivalled Toni’s, adorning his face, “me and yer’ mom have had one going for years.”

“My mom!” Y/N was not angry, per se, but more frustrated with the fact that everyone seemed to have been in a secret conspiracy, even her mom.

“Just don’t tell her about all the mistletoe I put everywhere.” Hog Eye began to full-on belly laugh when Y/N’s eyes bugged out of her head. The rest of the bar, still listening, joined in too.

Y/N twisted back around to properly hug Sweet Pea, wanting to fully gauge his reaction. It seemed she was not alone in her embarrassment, but by the chuckles that were beginning to vibrate through his chest, he was finding the humorous side of things. Y/N sighed. She supposed it was all good-natured.

Y/N‘s gaze flickered over Sweet Pea’s face, taking in the small smile, the slight flush to his handsome features and the twinkle in his forest green eyes. He was truly gorgeous.

“I fucking love you,” she whispered to him, smoothing a lock of his hair back from where it had fallen into his face.