Riverdale Smut and Fluff

Mob sweet pea (smut) part 4

The house was cold and dark, but it always was. You abandoned Toni and Fangs in the entryway of Sweet Pea's home, moving on shaking legs to scold your skin in the shower once more after they did a walk-through of the house. The sound of thunder echoed in your ears, but it wasn't really thunder. It was gunshots. You wanted to be upset about what had just happened, what you had witnessed- and you were to a degree- but the exhaustion that weighed on you clouded all your other senses so much that the only thing you could focus on was standing under the hot spray of water.

You stood there for ages, washing the dirt and blood off your skin with stiff limbs. You didn't hear Sweet Pea enter the house even though he came in yelling, demanding that no one was to disturb him until he had some sleep.

Sweet Pea wasn't just angry, he was feeling something he hadn't felt since Darcy- something that made him grind his teeth together so they wouldn't chatter, ball his hands in tight fists so they wouldn't shake.

Fear.

He had been afraid for you when Malachai held the gun to your head, when he saw the look on your face like you were already gone- as if he'd leave you. Then again, after the conversation you both had had before leaving, it wasn't a surprise that you thought the Mafia King would turn from you and not look back.

Sweet Pea all but ran through his hallways, looking for you in rooms you'd never even been in, until he heard the water running from his bedroom and saw your dress laying on the floor. The thing about Sweet Pea is that he was a slave to his emotions even though people suspected that he didn't have any. And the one emotion he always diverted to to cover up how he really felt was anger. Sweet Pea had every intention of yelling at you, of demanding to know why you had left the house before anyone had come to collect you at the door like he said they would. He wanted to shake you and hold you close at the same time; Sweet Pea wanted to keep you safe by keeping you away from him.

Sweet Pea was scared and he wanted to make you understand and see that, that was the reason you shouldn't want to be with him- he would put you in danger, if not destroy you. His steps were heavy, his nostrils flaring with heavy breaths of anger, and when he saw you sitting on his shower floor, holding your knees close to your chest, his mind suddenly switched into overdrive.

You looked beautiful with your (Y/H/L)+(Y/H/C) hair in a wet, tangled mess; with your eyes red-rimmed from crying and a small bruise forming on your cheekbone. You looked vulnerable, almost childlike. Sweet Pea yanked open the glass door with force, squatting down so you could see him, not caring that his expensive shoes and suit were going to get wet. His sudden appearance made you flinch, moving away until you saw who it was. His eyes were dark with rage, his cheeks red-tinted as he clenched his jaw. You opened your mouth before he could, keeping your eyes level with his.

"I know you're angry, but before you yell at me I want to thank you- you saved me even if you didn't want to. I'm going to get dressed and go home and you won't hear from me again- I'll be out of your hair." You clipped your words, watching as Sweet Pea's brown orbs flickered over your face, narrowing as he slowly moved closer to you.

"Do you not realize what could have happened tonight? How close you were to being killed?" Sweet Pea hissed, pulling you up to your feet by the arm, now standing fully in the shower as he backed you up against the wall, caging you with his arms braced on either side of your head as you turned red with anger.

"You don't think I know that?" You suddenly yelled, push at his chest and angering more when he didn't move an inch. Suddenly, you weren't numb anymore, suddenly you could feel, and you felt mad. Mad that it was basically Sweet Pea's fault that you were in that situation to begin with; mad that, despite everything, you still wanted him- no matter the danger. "I was the one they kept! I was the one they pointed a gun at! Why do you even care?!"