Riverdale Smuts and Imagines(NOT FINISHED)

Curves (Sweet Pea NSFW)

Sweet Pea's motorcycle rumbled loudly as he drove over the dusty road to the Sunnyside Trailer park. He parked his bike in front of his trailer and turned the engine off, his hands reaching upwards to take the helmet off his head. He hung it around one of the rungs of the steering wheel and swung his leg over. He was glad to be back at home, it had been a busy day full of Serpent duties and he wanted nothing more than enjoy a cold beer and cuddle up on the couch with you. He opened the door and bend down to unlace the laces of his combat boots, kicking them off his feet. He heard your voice coming from the kitchen and he silently moved over there.

"So, you showed Jug your dark-Betty?". Your laugh rung through Sweet Pea's ears and he automatically smiled as well. He leaned against the door way as he saw you leaning against the kitchen. Your elbows rested on the counter as you lazily held your phone against your ear. "I would be surprised if he didn't like it, Cooper". You added and Sweet Pea let his eyes wander over your behind that was perfectly perched up in his direction. His teeth dug into his lower lip at the sight of the tight jeans around your full bum, his hands feeling a sudden urge to close his palms around the squishy flesh and squeeze it hard.

You twirled a couple strands of your hair between your fingers, turning slightly and you finally saw your boyfriend standing in the door way. You gave him a flirty wave and turned back to your position to let Betty ramble further. Sweet Pea got impatient, his tongue moved out of his mouth to wet his plumb lips as his head was forming imagines of ripping those jeans off your legs and parting those delicious thighs to bury his mouth between them, maybe even while you were still on the phone with Betty. Or bending you over the kitchen like that, so he had an amazing view on your bum while he banged your brains out. God, you had no idea what you were doing to him.

"Yes, of course we can grab something at Pop's, tomorrow night is fine". Your voice pulled Sweet Pea out of his thoughts again and his eyes lifted to your head as you had turned to watch him from over your shoulder, one eyebrow cocking upwards as you had seen him ogling you with that dark kind of lust that widened his pupils and made the chocolate brown look like a pitch black night. A boyish grin showed up on his handsome face and he gladly stepped towards you to wrap his arms around your waist and push his chest up to your back. It felt like he was waiting since forever for you to end the call, but you finally said goodbye to Betty and placed your phone with the screen down on the counter.

"Hey, babe". Sweet Pea muttered in your ear, his lips brushing over your earlobe and didn't hesitate to latch onto the sensitive skin beneath your ear. "Hey". You replied with a soft hitch in your voice. "I missed you". He continued and you chuckled softly. "I can see". You smiled and turned around in his embrace. Pea automatically leaned down to grab the back of your thighs, his large palms squeezing them tightly as he loved the feeling of your curves in his hands. He settled you on the counter and let his hands wander from your hips to your bum, pushing you further into himself. You could sense from the way he was groping at your body that he was already needy and aroused and the look in his eyes was enough to let him do whatever he wanted to do to you.

Your lips landed on his and a content sigh escaped him. Sweet Pea's palm spread across your neck, cupping your skin and letting a warm feeling pull through you. His thumb traced your jaw and you briefly parted when his digit pulled playfully on your lower lip. Without a thought, you wrapped your lips around his finger, your tongue pressed against the underside and you could see the furrow of his brows relaxing, while his eyes were focused on your lips. Sweet Pea slacked his jaw at the sight, feeling his jeans tightening in a certain place. He pulled his hand away from your mouth to slide it over your neck and into your hair. The grip he had on your strands made you gasp softly as he yanked your head back rather roughly.