Riverdale Imagines

Ride Home [Sweet Pea x Reader]

paring: sweet pea x reader
authors note: I wrote this a really long time ago and it's really bad, sorry everyone
word count: 1.2k
published on tumblr: dec 23rd 2018

Quietly bopping to yourself, drink in hand, you were enjoying the calm of the party, away from the nightmares occurring in Riverdale. Sipping on your drink, you feel a tap on your shoulder and spin around, seeing Kevin.

"Y/N, I wanted to see if you know anyone enough to find another ride home, I swear I won't leave now if you can't." You could see the nervousness on his face, lip caught tight between his teeth. Kevin was never this worried over any boy.

"And who, may I ask, is this mystery man you're leaving me for?" Eyebrow raised, a smirk forms across your lips.

"It's Fangs, and he may or may not be waiting over there for my response?"

"I'll be fine, Kev. I can find someone, go enjoy yourself." Hastily wrapping his arms over your shoulders, he lets out muffled text me when you get home and thank you's as he rushes over to Fangs, who was standing by the stairs leading to the houses higher levels, and presumably, bedrooms.

You smile until their out of sight, the expression dropped from your face as you realise now you don't have a ride, and certainly don't know anyone else well enough to ask for one.

Eyes flicking around the room, scanning the large group of people inside, most Serpents or otherwise the tougher Northsiders. Not a single Bulldog or Vixen insight, other than Toni Topaz of course.

Toni Topaz who happened to be having a very intense conversation with another Serpent who you had come to know as Sweet Pea. A cute name for such a tough looking guy. You had patched him up after a fight, Kevin has left to help Fangs and didn't want to leave you alone, so you came along. Only he never spoke to you again, not that you had really expected him too.

Oh shoot, he's looking this way. Aaaaaand now he's walk this way. Toni what did you say to him?!?!

"Y/N?" Oh god he's so attractive. At your lack of response, he gives you a small smirk, "You there?"

"Y-yeah, hey." You cock your head to the side, "No bruises, laying of the fights are you?"

"Trust me, I've got bruises you can't see doll." A brush races up your cheeks, losing your confidence your eyes drop to the floor. Seeing your reaction Sweet Pea instantly regrets his words, the blush is adorable but he wanted to have you open up to him, not make you shy away. "What about you?" Your eyes flick up again, "Making a business of fixing up Serpents?"

"Nah," you smile "just you." Am I flirting, what was in this soda? With his smirk widening, Sweet Pea moves to stand closer to you, now at a normal talking distance rather than awkward I don't really know you distance.

"I'm guessing by what I just saw, Kevin was your ride out of here?" You nod, suddenly remembering the main issue. You're lack ability to get home without walking. "Well, I was Fangs' ride, should we give them a little payback for ditching us?"

"I'd love that." Jutting his chin in the direction of the door, Sweet Pea takes a step towards the exit.

"Well then, let's get out of here."

Pushing your way through the crowd, your cup gets pushed out of your hand, but you make no move to save it. Eyes solely trained on the tall Serpent, leather jacket pulled tight across his muscled back, a nice change of view from the normally blue and yellow clad bodies around Riverdale High.

Without realising, you were at the large amount of bikes parked outside the house, still following Pea, you arrive at one you guess is his.

"Hop on Sweetheart," you swing your leg over the seat behind him, sliding ever so slightly closer, your arms resting on your thighs, "hold on tight." A small smile creeping up your face as you decide to play along, choosing your arms around Sweet Pea's waist over telling him you own a motorbike yourself.

As you weren't the one driving for once, you loosen your grip around Sweet Pea's waist, fingertips running over his stomach subtly as lean back, arms slowly moving into the air.

The wind rushing into your face, the sting is nice, wanted really, making you feel alive and free. In a flash, Sweet Pea suddenly remembers you turning up to school everyday, riding your motorbike, comfortable smile on your face. A grin forms on his, heart rate increasing as he decides to take a quick detour.

"Pea?" You question, Sweet Pea almost is ashamed of the happy feeling that blooms on his chest when you say his name, "Why are we at Pop's? I'm not complaining of course, but just wondering."

"Thought I might treat you to a milkshake, thank you for saving my masculinity by forgetting to tell me you own a bike yourself." You pull your lip between your teeth, not missing the way Sweet Pea's gaze follows the action closely.

"Oops, you got me," you laugh softly "alright, but you're paying."

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Finally arriving back at your doorstep, walking quietly to the entrance, cautious not to wake anyone inside. Turning, you catch Sweet Pea's arm, boldly pulling him up the steps with you.

"Thank you for tonight, Pea." You watch his eyes flick from yours, down to your lips and back again.

"Anytime, babe." His voice was husky, low, and really really nice to listen too, almost putting you in a trance.

"Sweets-" your voice cut out as he dives down to crash his lips into yours. Your fingers dig into the collar of his jacket, forcing him as close as you could get. His hands move to your hips, roughly pulling your body into him.

Your back arching as he hunches over, stumbling back you hit the door. The noise joilts you both apart, teeth clashing as you break into laughs, trying to silence them you continue to pull each other close.

You hand moving to thread through his hair, tugging desperately as his hands move down from your hips, over your ass, to your thighs, lifting you up and trapping you further against the door.

Aggressively pushing kisses from your lips, he moves to your jaw, adding small nips as he reaches the tender skin on your neck. Your breath becomes forced, leaving your swollen lips in puffs.

"Sweets," the attack on your neck never ceases, so you pull on the hair tightly grasped between you fingers, a groan erupts from his throat almost making you loose your train of thought. "Sweets." You place a kiss to his puffy lips, "We're on my" kiss "front porch" kiss "but-" kiss "maybe tomorrow-" kiss "if you're free-"

"I'll pick you up at six," a final kiss is planted on your lips, "don't worry about what you're wearing, it's coming off anyway." You both chuckle.

Watching Pea walk back to his bike, you rub the back of your neck, the realisation of what just happens hits you. Rushing to your room, you stand in front of your mirror. Frantically pulling your shirt over your head, you inspect your neck, already panicking about how you're planning to covering the thousands of marks littering your skin.

That evil, horrible, incredibly attractive, amazing snake, who definitely did more than save your skin tonight.