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Sweet Pea buying you candles he thought you’d like. 

One smelled like cotton candy

Picnics and swimming days (for cleansing) at Sweetwater River

You’d beg him to go canoeing to collect river water ofc. (not really)

Sex magic and money magic (with his consent) 

He’d get you the pheromone perfume (yk the one from the tik tok videos)

He tried to make it but failed so he bought it instead. 

This man will go absolutely wild when you’d wear it.

He’ll also get your certain perfumes with specific scents (iykyk).

Helps you organize your witchcraft books.

Everyone in Riverdale and Greendale casts you out for being a witch.

No one would dare saying anything to your face

You could do baneful magic in your sleep

Sweet Pea helps you collect thorns and pine needles to hex a certain Blossom after she calls him a brainless Serpent. AND she broke Toni’s heart soooooo................

Full moon “rituals” (Sweets just wants to have sex under the full moon).

He’d for sure help you research for your grimoire 

“Uh, babe, I did a tarot pull. Are you okay?”

He’s still willingly listening to your rants on your craft. 

You have a cord cutting ceremony for a toxic ex friend, Sweet Pea is your rock and holds your hand the whole time. 

You have to include him in all your protection spells.

It’s the law

His trailer having the most comforting energy but nothing compare with being with Sweet Pea. 

Honestly the most powerful couple in Riverdale; the energy - immaculate. Bughead and Varchie could and will never compete. 

He would definitely buy you random crystals because they were pretty and he thought of you

He would love it if you analyzed his birth chart

Would die if you asked him to watch the stars or sit under the full moon

Finds random rocks and puts them on your alter

Watches The Craft with you and worries you’ll be like Nancy

“That type of witchcraft isn’t real, Sweets.” 

He is still uneasy about it but let’s it go

This boy looooves when you go on rants about a spell or crystal you just learned about.

He loves hearing about your craft 

“You so passionate about it. It’s so freaking cute, babe”

Just adores watching you make spell jars

Def pressures you to give him a tarot reading

He would get offended by the reading and would ignore you for a solid 2 minutes

You were only giving him what he asked for -_-

He would find a crystal or two in his Serpent jacket pocket and love that you put it there

Would def ask you to give him a “magic boost”

You know about his stupid antics seemingly before he does them

It creeps him out (not really)

He knows he can’t hide anything from you

Not that he would want to 

He would love to go on nature walks with you

You only brought him along to hold the basket as you foraged the woods.

He knows this and doesn’t mind.

The last words I will give to my mother are written down on the paper I hold in my hand. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. After so many years of being stuck, I'm finally leaving. I wonder if Sweet Pea will be going with. Writing the note to my mother was easy, that conversation with Pea was not. 

*Flashback (2 weeks)*

Sweet Pea and I are lying in his bed after having a tickle fight. As my laughter dies down and we’re both panting. I turn to see him already looking at me. It was early and the sun was shining right on Sweets through the curtains. “God you look so beautiful,” Sweets says to me. Blushing, I shrug and respond, “You too, handsome.” The next words I say stun the Serpent. “We should run away,” I say gazing into his chocolate brown eyes, “We should just leave Riverdale.” He was shocked, so shocked that he didn’t respond. I didn’t take offense to it since it was a lot to take in. “Just think about it,” I say and I close my eyes and bathe in the light of the sun. 

Sweet Pea had not said anything in about 2 hours. I was so sure he was truly thinking about it boy I was wrong. Peaceful one second, screaming the next. “Why,” Pea’s voice startled me out of my peaceful reverend, “would you ask me that? Like we don’t already have enough problems here to sort out.” Serpent tension with Ghoulies had only amped up since graduating high school 2 years ago. They have a lot of free time to enact revenge or whatever. “It was just a thought,” I reasoned unphased about the tone in his voice, “Nothing more. Nothing less.” 

“Didn’t seem like just a thought when you were talking about it,” his voice got more intense and loud. I brushed off the whole conversation by saying, “Cool, fine, forget about it. It was a stupid idea anyway.” I don't think he liked that because he got up, shot me one last glare and stormed out of his trailer. 

*3 days later*

Sweets hasn't talked to me for 3 days. I started to gather the stuff I would need to run away. I am leaving with or without him. I really hope it’s with him. I’m praying to all the Gods to convince his stubborn ass to come with. I have a list of ways to properly vanish. 

Delete yourself from the internet (Includes all social media platforms.)

Leave for long periods at a time (One day you can leave and not go back, it would be less suspicious.)

Gather essential items needed for survival (Self explanatory, though I could live without the boxes for books. I am not leaving my books behind.)

Plan an escape (I don’t want to alarm my mother by packing my car with my stuff while she is at home. I pack when she is at work (too easy).)

In case Step 2 fails, leave a note. (You have already read the note.)

Leave. Vanish. Hasta la vista.

Was it perfect? No.

Would it work? Yes. 

*End of flashback*

The day Sweet Pea made his decision, my car was packed and ready to go. I should have left my car behind but I’m not too worried about it. I did go the extra mile and removed my sim card from my phone and smashed it to pieces. My old life is gone and I couldn’t be happier. Sweet Pea walked up the length of my driveway right and I loaded the last box full of my books. I have everything I need; entertainment, money, food, and clothes. I really needed wanted Sweet Pea. 

“Wow,” Sweet Pea said, “you weren’t kidding.” I could not turn around, in case I saw he wasn’t coming with me. “Yeah,” the air was tense, this may very well be the last time I see his beautiful face. I turn to look at the man I want to spend my life with. “I wish you were coming with me,” I say, “My car still has room. I made sure of it.” Sweet Pea’s heart strings tugged, “You did? What if I really didn’t want to come,” I perked up a bit, “Then tough for me.” He smiled when I said that he knew was serious about leaving the second I brought it up and commended me for not trying to force him to go with me. He respected my willpower and knew what he wanted. “Soo, where should I put these?” He asks pulling his bags from the bushes. He was teasing me this whole time, he was truly coming with. I could not contain the scream and jumped into his arms. “Oh my god, Thank. You. Thank. You. Thank. You,” I say, kissing him in between each word. 

She had a point. He never did kiss you in public, maybe the occasional hip grab, but even Fangs and Toni do that to her. By those standards you're dating all of them. You decide to just let the conversation die with Josie. ‘Not worth it anyway.’ But a certain Serpent boy didn’t like this. Sweet Pea walking back over heard the comment Josie made. “How could she not defend me?” he said under his breath. He saw you fall silent with your slouched and he was MAD. 

As you're turning away from Josie, you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Needing to get home and cry in the shower, a hand grabs your shoulder. The movement was so rough, you almost fell over. You whip your head around expecting to see Josie’s smug face but you saw Sweet Pea. “Do you believe her?” he asked. Oh god, as if this can’t get any worse. ‘Of course he heard. Fucking Horton Hears A Who looking motherfu-’ “Well,” he took a step closer, “do you? I mean you only let her talk and talk. So you must believe her.” You were flabbergasted and started to get real angry with his stupidity. “NO,” you just about scream back, “It’s not like you care anyway. You barely even touch me in public. You practically avoid me like the plague.” 

“I don’t want people to think in interested in just fucking you,” he just about screamed back. The logic is none existent, he does not make any sense. “Do you hear yourself right now?” you ask, “How could anyone even think we had any sort of connection if you barely even look at me?” Having just about enough, you shove him away from you and start to walk home. But even in a fight, Sweet Pea was not about to let his girl walk home alone. 

You got a good distance away when you heard the sound of his bike. He slowed down next to you, riding at a snail's pace. “Baby please,” he pleaded, “Get on the bike. Let me drive you home. Then you can avoid me as much as you want.” Never one to give in easily, you crossed your arms a little tighter and let out a huff. “Alright,” he said back, “Then I’ll ride alongside you till you get home.” Not liking that idea, you walk slower, but he also slowed down. You took the long way home and it was a long walk ahead of you. ‘How did he even find me so quickly? I rarely take this way home.’ Your heart swelled when you realized he must have predicted that you would go this way. ‘He was prepared to run after you.’ 

A small smile must have crept on your face. “Ha! I saw that. You smiled,” he sang badly. Your face dropped immediately. Still walking he decided to annoy you a bit more. He began to ride his motorcycle in a circle while you slowly walked. ‘God, he is insufferable. But cute. But insufferable. It’s actually really adorable.’ He looked like he was having fun, just being in your presence. You stopped and he almost didn’t notice. Almost. “So?” he asked, looking at you with big brown puppy eyes. You cracked and let out a soft smile and began giggling. He shortly started laughing too. “Take me home Sweet Pea,” you say, sighing. “Yes my lady,” he retorted back. 

He did not take you home. He took you to the Southside. “Uh Sweet Pea, you missed the turn like 5 minutes ago,” you said. “Why didn’t you say anything 5 minutes ago?” he quickly asked, “Oh well, guess I’m taking you home with me” “The little shit planned that!’ 

After arriving at his trailer, the energy shifted and felt suffocating. Sitting down on his couch the awkward silence stood in the room. Not wanting to apologize or say anything to make it worse, you chose to remain quiet. You see him open his mouth to say something. Cutting him off, you pull him into a rough kiss. The man has spoken enough for one day. Pulling away you say, “Want to move this to your bed?” 

Wanting the same thing as you, he quickly nods. He pulls you into another steamy kiss and picks you up, walking to his room. Kicking open the door, he drops you on the bed. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, “After this, there is no getting rid of me. I’ll be all yours.” Thinking about the words he spoke. ‘I must mean a lot to him. Waiting patiently for me to make the move. Him confessing once we have sex he’s mine.’ With no doubts in your mind, you decided, you wanted it. Here and now.

Your voice is rough and filled with emotion as you respond, “Yes. Absolutely yes.” With this verbal agreement he is pouncing on you. Attacking your lips with needy, lust-filled kisses. You’re trapped, so drunk off the man that you had unwittingly fallen in love with. You don’t know when or how but you knew you loved him. Emotions are so strong, you push him away to catch your breath. You attempt to push him so you're on top. He laughs at the failed effort but moves to do what you want. 

Once you're straddling his thighs, you feel his hands move up from your ass to your back. Discarding both your clothing, you made haste on getting naked. Lost in the moment you barely notice him guiding you hips to ground yourself on his hard on. The sensation of his tip on your clit brought you back to earth. Moaning, you grab his dick and line him up with your entrance. Sinking down he lets out an animalistic growl, he is so tense and holding himself back from thrusting into you. Your hands grasp his shoulders and squeeze, tempting him to relax. “Relax babe,” you say, “I can take whatever you do to me.”

Offering you no time to take your words back, he thrusts up into you, sheathing himself into you to the hilt. Now sitting down with his dick buried in your pussy, you move your hips slightly. Sweet Pea’s face is clenching and he looks to be in pure bliss. The hands that were once on your back now grip your hips. His grip is so tight you are sure it’ll leave bruises. Leaning back, you sit on the balls of your feet and bounce on top of him. He lets out a whine of a moan and falls back on the bed, eyes rolling back. 

To make matters worse, he is poorly thrusting up into you trying to chase his high. Putting your hands on his stomach you push his hips down to stop his movements. His eyes shoot open and look at you almost pleading. Saying nothing you resume on fucking the soul out of him. He is impressingly sensitive during your riding session. Maybe it was the lack of stimulation or maybe you were just that damn good. 

The more you carried out fucking him, the more whines and moans you both were letting out. The desperation was rising in the room and you both chased your orgasms. Your movements became sloppy, so sloppy that he made sat up, held you by the waist and fucked you onto him. This man was going to be the death of you. Even being on top he partially dominated you. Your orgasm was so so close, taking your hand you brush your clit. That was the final straw, the orgasm that crashed down on you made you go slack in his arms. He carried on his movements as he fucked up into you. As you rode out your high, he reached his. Ropes of hot cum coated your inner walls. His moaning didn’t stop as he thrust himself into you. Feeling physically exhausted he fell back, taking you with him. 

You try to move to lay beside him but his grip never loosened. His dick and cum were still inside you, making you feel stuffed. Once you both catch your breath you gaze into his eyes and see adoration in them. Sweet Pea was looking up at you like you were the love of his life. He was so undeniably in love with you and you could see it. “I love you too” you say. He was shocked but smiled and pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

Then he smirked, “Already planning our future,” he implied. “I-I. No, just stating a fact,” you stumbled out. “Oh and I took the liberty of ordering for you,” he said, “Hope you don’t mind a bacon cheeseburger with fries and 1,” he held up one finger, “milkshake.” He paused for dramatic effect, “To share.” Okay, this is how he wants to play, “Okay mister. Dibs on the cherry,” you responded back. You get a funny feeling, he is about to say something stupid. “I get dibs on your cherry,” he fires back. The woman was too stunned to speak. You were right before you could comment back, the food arrived. 

It smelled so good and both of you wasted no time and began to eat. In between bites you made small talk, getting to know each other and such. Your stomach hurt so much by the end of the night. You only began to realize how late it was when Pop came by and said it was closing time. Going to pay the bill, Pop looked at the both of you and said not to worry about it. “You two had so much fun, it is on the house,” he told them, he smiled and walked away. Sweet Pea was not having that and left the money on the table to cover the bill and provide a tip. 

You liked that very much, you liked him. He was so genuine and not at all like people say the Serpent gang members are. He was single-handedly the most down to earth man you had ever met. The way he spoke of his loyalty to the Serpents and his friends, you felt as if you knew this man for your entire life. This was no boy, he was way too mature, no he was a man. 

“Lost in la la land again,” he said, waving a hand in your face. He had led you out of Pop’s and to his bike. “Thinking of me I hope,” he said, cheekily. “No. Just thinking about how much fun I had tonight,” you reply, “This has been one of the best nights of my entire life.” “Glad to hear that sugar,” he agrees, “Where should I drop you off?” Slightly blushing at the nickname, your face dropped. Your parents were going to kill you, going home was not an option. Seeing the expression on your face, he understood, “We can go back to my place,” he concluded, “No, funny business though, I don’t put out on the first date.” 

Laughing, you shove him away and nod, “Okay, let’s go babe.” Saying babe was so natural, he didn’t respond or even question you calling him babe. You wondered if he even heard it. Oh boy did he hear it loud and clear. With a huge grin, he turned to his bike and got it ready to ride. Offering you the only helmet, he made a mental note that he would have to get you one. 

The ride this time was quiet, with no awkwardness in the air. You held him a bit tighter as you got closer to Southside Sunnyside Trailer Park. The men outside the infamous bar, Whyte Wyrm, certainly didn’t help as well. You didn’t hold him closer out of fear from the gang but from their rivals. He had told you stories about the Ghoulies and how they commonly roamed around the Southside. 

Arriving at his trailer you hop off the bike, a bit too fast. You held onto his shoulder trying to overcome your lightheadedness. He glanced up to see you holding your head in your hand. Taking a hold of your bicep he asked, “You good?” Looking at him you reply, “Oh yes. Perfectly fine, just needed a reason to grab you.” You tried to wink but you don’t think you did because he laughed. “You don’t need an excuse to grab me,” he said, “Do it anytime you like, toots.” Now he ended his sentence with a proper wink. 

‘Damn. I am falling so hard for this man.’ Previous insults cross your mind, you look down to your black booties and feel some insecurity sweeping in. As if he had a sixth sense, he placed a hand on your chin and made you look up at him. “Let’s get inside,” he said, deciding not to comment on your posture change. He didn’t want to intrude too far if he wasn’t wanted. Once you walk through the door to his trailer your future with the famous Sweet Pea is practically set. You were his. He was yours. No if's and's or but’s. You were his queen, his lady. 

He was definitely taken back by the lack of teasing for his name. But after seeing the treatment you got from the Northsiders, he understood why you never said anything. Once he began to see his fellow Serpents and Southsiders he put his foot down. Threatening all of them to leave you alone or they’d deal with him. Everyone shut up almost instantly. 

The boy was enamoured by you, though, if your head wasn’t in the clouds it would be painfully obvious. One day he decided to ask you on a date to Pop’s. ‘Shouldn’t be too hard,’ he thought. How wrong he was. 

He tried 4 different times to ask you out. Either his friends would drag him away to a last minute Serpent meeting or you would brush by him, not noticing he wants to talk. The 5th time was also a huge dumpster fire. 

He had your attention but it seemed impossible to get the words out. You were like a goddess in front of him, he lost track of time. Completely forgetting what he wanted to ask you, he stumbled out, “Date?” You stood there and stared up at him. You go to respond but he clears his throat and tries again. “Uh sorry. Would you like to go on a date with me this Friday?” he said, offering a crooked smile. 

Cloud 9, that is all it could be described as. Not noticing the amount of time that had passed since he asked, he responded once again “Uh nevermind then.” He turned to walk away, shoulders slumping. Oh no. “Wait wait wait,” you quickly said, grabbing onto his forearm, “I would love to.” Turning to face you again, he held a boyish grin. He said, “Awesome. This Friday. After school.” 

“Got it. See you then Sweet Pea, “ you respond. As he walked away, your stomach did cartwheels, backflips, kick spins; going absolutely wild. Letting out a not so silent squeal you turn to your locker. “You know, you’ll never be good enough for him,” you hear. You glance over your shoulder and she Josie. She was an ex-fling of Sweet Pea, “allegedly”. You offer no sign of rebuttal, she goes on, “A fat Northside girl who can even dress the part. Your sense of style is as bland as your personality.” Grabbing what you need from your locker you turn to reply, “At least I can get a date without throwing my cat at anything with a pulse.” 

The woman girl was too stunned to speak. After a few seconds of silence, you began to walk away, nothing could ruin your mood. You heard a laugh from the water fountain across the hall. “Man, you really told her. She’s still standing there with her mouth open like a fish out of water,” you hear. “All she ever does is keep her mouth open. And her legs,” you quickly spit out. The person almost chokes on her sip of water. 

“I’m Toni Topaz,” the mystery person greets. “Y/N,” you respond. “I heard the little convo you had with boy wonder. He has been trying to ask you out for weeks,” Toni tells you. ‘Wow. Not the direction I thought this conversation would go.’ 

“Really now?” you say. Friday could not get here fast enough, you wondered if it was too soon to tease him about it. Toni offered to exchange numbers so she could “give you Pea advice.” She really wanted to see why Sweet Pea fell for you so hard. After talking to you for a brief couple of numbers, she knew why but she wanted to know more about you. Plus she realized Sweet Pea never gave you his number to keep in touch.

~2 days later~

Rumor quickly spread that Serpent bad boy Sweet Pea asked “Average Northside Y/N” out on a date. The teasing was never ending but never directly to your face. Only the Northsider has the guts to do that. As they have never received Sweet Pea’s threat. Or not yet. 

Sweet Pea’s best friends weren’t obvious about the teasing and went directly to Sweets about it. The boy was furious but knew immediately who started it. Marching up to Josie he could barely contain his anger. “What did you tell everyone?” Sweet Pea demanded. “About who?” Josie replied nonchalantly. This made Sweet Pea even more angry and once again asked, “What did you say?” 

“Oh, not much. Just that Y/N would be your replacement fling till summer break,” Josie responded with a smug grin. “Then you and I would get together and hash things out like old times,” she added. Deciding not to feed into her stupid actions, the boy went to walk away. Before he could Josie pulled him down into a sloppy kiss. Too stunned to react quick enough, he heard a gasp from behind him. He pulled away from Josie and whipped his head around. 

There you stood with your thicker frame looking up at him. He was going to explain what the hell you just saw and he was going to do it now. “You have 30 seconds to explain yourself, Sweet Pea. Alone. Or I am leaving and will never speak to you again,” you say, voice wavering. With tears collecting at your water line you look at Josie and say “Someone take the trash out.” Toni and Fangs, having just arrived, grabbed Josie and pulled her away. 

Now alone in the hallway you look up at him waiting for an explanation. He just stood there saying nothing, just staring. Quickly realizing he was not going to respond, you began to leave. ‘It was doomed from the start,’ you think. This time he gripped your elbow and offered a pitiful, “Wait.” You freeze, he sounded so broken. So utterly wrecked. Like he was going to start crying. This absolutely broke your heart, your heart clenched for this boy. “It was not what you thought it was. She kissed me,” he continued to explain, “She was spreading lies about you and and I wanted to confront her about it. She-” 

“Sweet Pea,” you cut him off, “It’s okay.” you laugh out. “I mean it’s not forgiven but I think I will settle with a burger from Pop’s,” you suggest wiggling your eyebrows with a slight smirk on your face. “Deal,” Sweet Pea agrees, “I’m buying.” He held his arm out saying, “My lady, would you give me the utmost honor of being your escort to brunch?” Laughing, you link arms with him and reply, “Oh certainly my lord.”

You were so glad he didn’t pull out, you loved it when he bred you. Thrusting a few more times into your spent pussy, he pulled out and flopped next to you on the bed. Your combined rough breathing was the only sound in the room. As he pulled you into his arms, you could feel his warm cum dripping out your pussy and around the cup of your ass. You had only cum once that night. Gaining some strength, you pull away from his embrace. “What are you doing?,” he asked as you attempted to straddle his hips, “Babe my dick needs a break. I’ll eat you out instead."

“But,” he added, “You have to sit on my face.” Eyes dropping down to his cock still glistening from your arousal, you made your way up his body. Lifting a leg over his head, he got an amazing view of your still wet pussy dripping with his cum. The sight made his flaccid dick twitch. His eyes were practically gleaming as you lowered yourself onto his mouth. Immediately he began to hungrily eat you out like a man starved. The grip he held on your weak legs was brutal. Your legs shook, not wanting to put all your weight on him. He didn’t like this, “Relax, baby. Sit down all the way. Fuck yourself on my face,” he assured you. 

Fully sitting down on his face, “Ask and you will receive,” you spoke shakily. You began to rock your hips roughly. He eventually got a taste of your cum mixed with his own and let out an animalistic growl. The sound seemed to reverberate in your pussy making you cry out. This was so unbelievably foul, he was practically slurping his and your cum from your pussy. Feeling your orgasm quickly approaching, you fuck yourself faster on his tongue. Pornographic sounds escaping your mouth, throat raw and tears streaming down your face. You were a mess. So so close to the edge with one final swipe of his tongue on your clit you oragasm hits. Intense waves that make you grasp his hair for some leverage. Aftershocks from your orgasm strong, you push yourself up from his face with a whimper. Once he could move his mouth, he spoke, “Holy shit babe. I think you squirted.” As you made your way to lay next to him you responded, “I bet the guy from the bar could also make me squirt.” The statement earned you a not so gentle slap on the ass. “Still need more, huh? I’ll fuck that thought out of your mind,” he threatened. “Relax, relax, it was a joke. I only have eyes for you Cam,” you firmly state. 

After about five minutes you were clocked out, Sweet Pea got up and went to the bathroom. Grabbing a washcloth, he went back to the bedroom and started to clean your thighs off from your slick and his cum. The feeling of the towel on your skin woke you up, observing the man cleaning you up; it made your heart swell with appreciation. He still hadn’t even put on his underwear yet. Looking up he saw you watching him, he held up his index finger and walked away to put away the towel. The sight of his tanned ass as he walked away was sight to see. He came back, put on his boxers, and laid down next to you. You cuddle into his side, grasping onto his frame trying to get comfortable. 

Within a few moments, he asked, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” The lack of response alarmed him, but upon looking down he saw you once again fast asleep. Deciding to not bother you further, he pulled the blankets over the both of you, settled next to you, and drifted off to sleep. 

Watching as you got yourself off with his cock down your throat, his hips moved erratically. Your moans vibrate his dick almost making him cum. ‘Do I even want to make her stop?’ he thought. With a strained voice he muttered, “You don’t deserve to taste my cum.” This caught your attention, looking up, your eyes locked with his. This was the action that sent him over the edge, fucking himself into your mouth he came with a strangled moan. Oh my god. ‘That was so fucking hot,’ you thought. Salty, bitter cum filled your mouth as your tongue circled the tip of his cock. Sucking on the tip you tried to get every drop. With his cum still in your mouth you pull away from his twitching dick. You open your mouth to show him the cum. 

“Swallow it,” he ordered. ‘As if I wasn’t going to in the first place,’ you think. Closing your mouth you swallowed all his cum and spoke your mind, “As if I wasn’t going to.” This statement made him a little cocky, a full of himself smirk fell across his face. “Just wanted to boss you around sweet cheeks,” he replied. He kicked his briefs the rest of the way off his long legs. He gestured for you to move up more on the bed. As you moved yourself backwards, he crawled towards you. You watched as his dick grew erect for the third time that night. He is down bad for you, as you are for him. You sensed he liked it, no loved stalking you like prey. Upon seeing the excitement in your eyes, his fully erect cock stood proud against his naval, pointing at you. Already leaking pre-cum the sight made your pussy tingle. Still having not cum yet, you got a little whiny when he started to finger your pussy. Four fingers, deep in you and probing at the spongy spot yet again. ‘Will he let me cum this time?’ Doubtful, you had royally pissed him off tonight. Begging was the only option, “Cameron p-please. Please, let me cum.” His one weakness was his birth name, hearing it fall from your lips while in such a wrecked state, he reluctantly gave in. Slightly he nodded, so minimal you were surprised you saw it. “T-thank you. Oh god. Pea! So so close,” you had a hard time getting the words out. He sped up his movements and added his tongue. Thumb of the hand fingering you circled your tightest hole. 

The sensations became way too much, you came with a loud shout. “AH! Pea!” He helped you through your intense orgasm but offered no time to recover. Climbing up the rest of the way on the bed, he threw your legs over his shoulders and slipped his dick easily into your sopping pussy. With a sigh of relief, he waited a moment for you to adjust to his size. With a glance and a nod he started to move. He built up speed quickly, fucking your pussy so hard you felt bad for the neighbors. There was no holding back any of the sounds coming from your mouth. “Pea, faster faster,” you beg him. ‘There is no way I could go any faster,’ he thought. Instead of listening, he fucked you harder instead, thrusting so forcefully the bed hit the wall, rocking the trailer. It was obvious to anyone what was going on in Sweet Pea’s trailer, they’d be stupid to not realize.

Glancing at him, you looked over his face. Finally dropping your tense shoulders, you believe him. ‘He’s fine. He’s a grown man. I have professed my profound love for him too many times to count.’ Coming to terms with his statements, you took his hand and led him to his bike. Making sure to sensually sway your hips as you walk. Upon reaching his bike, you sit yourself on the seat and he makes his way between your thighs. You spread them to make room for his legs to fill the gap. 

It also wasn’t uncommon for you two to explore voyeurism or public sex. He frequently ate you out behind the Whyte Wyrm in various positions. Sitting on or leaning over his bike; you also gave him many handies and blowjobs. It got so bad that FP decided to completely shut off the security camera behind the infamous bar. 

Sweet Pea’s hand trailing up your leg brought your attention back to the position you were in. You were in deep shit; teasing him, “flirting” with another man, disobedience, the list can go on. The look he was giving you could make any girl drop to her knees. “So, you want to get me all worked up. For what?” he stated. Not wanting to piss him off further, you remain quiet. Apparently that was a wrong move. “Got nothing to say now. Do you, princess?” he spat. ‘Do I play it safe? Or do I poke the bear?’ Making up your mind you respond, “As if you think I would be intimidated by you.” You go as far as to say, “You don’t scare me Cameron.” Upon hearing his birth name the glare he held narrowed more, if even possible. 

“Oh princess, I don’t want you to be scared of me. I want you to be scared of the things I will do to you,” he stated, as a matter of fact. Shivering you realize just how cold it was outside. “Well, it seems like you're too chicken to do anything, seeing as we haven’t left yet,” you say, once again testing his patience. Growling he gestures for you to move further back on his bike. Sitting down on said bike his cock ached as he turned the engine on. The vibrations of the strong engine almost made him bust right there. Images of your breasts and thick thighs are still fresh in his mind, not helping his current situation. 

With your cold hands sneaking underneath his shirt again did not help his current situation. Shrugging off his Serpents jacket, he handed it to you, “Here, put it on.” His tone left no room for arguments, again as if you wanted to object. Never passing up the not so rare opportunity to wear his jacket, you put it on. You wore his jacket more often than your own. His was better. With your heart swelling at the amount of love for the man in front of you, he took off in the direction of his trailer. 

The destination wasn’t far but long enough for you to palm his cock in his pants. This was the action that sent him over the edge. The images in his mind, vibrations of the engine, your cold hand, and the sensation of you palming his dick, he came. Clenching the handles of his beloved bike, he focused on keeping it on the road. Satisfied you pulled your hand away and placed it hand on his thigh. The ride to his trailer seemed to be forever. He took the usual routine, even sped to get there quicker. You impatiently waited for him to put his bike on the kickstand once you arrived. Rummaging around in his jacket pockets you picked out the keys and unlocked the door. Before you even had a chance to turn around, Sweet Pea grabbed you by the hips and guided you inside. He kicked the door shut with his heavy boot and began attacking your neck with open mouth sloppy kisses. At this point your arousal was practically dripping down your legs. With one of his hands making its way down your stomach where you needed him most, you reluctantly pulled away. When you turned around you were not prepared to see how utterly wrecked he looked. 

He stooding towering a good foot over you just watching, waiting. The sight made your breath catch in your throat. Eyes trailing down his body you see a stain on his pants. Wow, needing water after that blessed view, you grabbed his shirt and led him to the kitchen. Unable to reach the glass he placed on the top shelf in the cabinet. You glance at him and once again ask, “Can you help a girl out?” Seeing his eyes glint dangerously he walked up behind you, sandwiched you between him and the counter and grabbed the glass. Instead of handing that glass to you, he turned you around to face him and lifted you, placing your ass on the kitchen counter. The cold from the counter meeting your naked thighs.You skirt had rode up enough that your ass was practically hanging out. 

Heavy silence fell in the kitchen, only his labored breathing could be heard, barely. With the way his man was looking at you made you want to cum right then and there. You placed a hand on his shoulder and started to push him down to his knees. Once he was on his knees, eyes now locked between your legs, you spread your legs further. “Don’t just look, Sweet Pea. Eat it.” you demanded. With yet another warning glance at you he obliged. Running a hand up your thigh he tugged you closer to the edge of the counter. Now face to face with your pussy he licked his lips and said “Oh, my pleasure.” The way he had said those words did indeed make you afraid of what he planned to do. With no time to process the undertones of what he said, he got to work. Not even bothering to remove your panties, he began devouring your pussy, devouring your soul. 

The first swipe of his tongue against your clit had you clenching his hair roughly. He loves when you pull his hair so the grip only encourages him to increase his tongue movements. The speed of his tongue of your sensitive slit made you shudder. Pulling away will not help you escape his grip. With his tongue swirling on your slit you were so close to cumming. The delicious burn and the satisfaction that this wouldn’t be the only time you came tonight. So so close to the edge, your moans and gasps got louder. Building, building, building, gone; the son of a bitch pulled away just as you were about to burst. Your loud whine echoed through his empty trailer. “After everything you pulled today, you really thought I would let you cum. No no no.” he tisked. “Oh, Sweet Pea. Please,” you begged. With an unrelenting expression, you knew he would not change his mind any time soon. It was odd, still kneeling between your legs yet he had you at his mercy. His hand was now trailing up your thigh, finger probing your soaked entrance, pushing two fingers into your pussy. 

Rising to his feet with his fingers deep in your pussy now twirling at the spongy spot. You start to feel your orgasm building again, he must have felt your wall contracting and slowed down the movement of his fingers. His lips ghost against your own, he was speaking to you but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. The sensation of his fingers in your squelching pussy, the smell of your arousal on his lips, and the feeling of him standing above you, suffocating you. You were a hot mess, unable to come down to earth. He spoke again, “Look at you. Look at the mess you're making,” he continued, “You have no idea how screwed you are.” You moan in response and bucked your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers. ‘Screwed indeed.’