SHOW FOR YOU DADDY — SWEET PEA IMAGINE ( RIVERDALE NSFW. )
Quick Warning: This is Sweet Pea x Reader Smut! Involves mild choking, daddy kink, oral female and, hair pulling. If any of these make you uncomfortable then please proceed with caution or click off!
Becoming a Serpent was something that you were expected to do. With your mom being one— and your dad being very close with the Snake King Fp Jones— it was always written biblically that you would follow in their footsteps with grace and pride… Even though you were willing and wanted to do become one, it always did bother you that you had never gotten a choice. Nonetheless, you didn’t dig up the Serpent roots for nothing.
You were sixteen— and overdue for initiation. However you were putting it off from the obvious discomfort it gave your boyfriend, Sweet Pea. He knew getting mixed up with you was going to be nothing but trouble, but he couldn’t stay away from you. You were drug and his was absolutely addicted…
Though he didn’t like the fact you had to dance in front of men in a bar to be accepted. “It’s degrading—“ he whined when you asked why he was so against the idea. “You’re too good to be doing shit like that in this place.”
You couldn’t help but smile. You sighed and threw your leg over his waist that was laying in your bed and straddled him. “Oh come on, Sweets.” You pouted. “You know it’ll make my parents proud of me, and it won’t be longer than a couple minutes!” The idea was nonpersuasive, no matter how little you made the situation sound. He grunted in disappointment. “What if I give you your own little show—“ your eyes glistened with mischief as you bent down to catch his bottom lip between your teeth. “Daddy…”
The name made his eyebrow quirk up, and his heart speed up with excitement. However he kept his cool and smirked. “Oh baby—“ he tutted and moved his hands to snake around your waist, making the thin fabric of your shirt rise up. “Those words are so naughty for such a little girl…” He hummed, sliding his hands up your body to move around your neck. You smiled a wicked smile and sat up. “Sure you want to play with a Serpent baby?”
Both hands rested on his chest as you grinned a breathless one. “Show me what you got, Sweets—“ You challenged. Sweet Pea was quick to flip the two of you over, his breathing already become ragged as slipped his hand in between your heated thighs.
“That’s not my name, princess.” His voice wrapped around you like a blanket, his free hand mimicking his voice around your neck. A pool of excitement sparked in your centre as he squeezed— not hard enough to hurt you— but enough to steal a few breaths. He knew you like the back of his hand— and by the way your face contorted into pleasure made him know he was doing something right. “You’re such a dirty girl aren’t you princess…” Sweet Pea hummed, putting more pressure onto your neck. “You like it when daddy chokes you, don’t you baby.”
Your body felt like it was being set on fire, though you didn’t want anyone to put it out. “Yes—“ You choked out, wrapping your fingers around his calloused hand. “Daddy.” You moaned when his right hand slipped into your pajama shorts. His middle finger slid up your soaking slit— his lips moving into a lopsided smile as he pulled it away and brought it to his mouth. You watched aroused as he fluttered his eyelids closed, his long eyelashes batting against his cheeks that hollowed while he swirled his tongue around his finger. Swallowing in amazement at how beautiful he looked, you gripped his wrist and tugged it down to you. He stared at you in confusion, until you locked eyes with him and did what he had just done. “Mmm—“ you moaned as you tasted the sweetness from yourself. Sweet Pea’s grip on your neck loosened as he gripped the collar of his plain white shirt and threw it over his head.
You followed his actions impatiently, hurriedly shimming off your shorts. Sweet Pea wasn’t one to talk much during intimate moments— mostly because he was too in the moment to form proper words. But you could tell he was turned on by his tongue darting out to wet his chapped lips. “I want you to touch yourself…” He demanded. “Touch yourself and think of Daddy…” Laying back on the bed, Sweet Pea moved to stand up at the edge of the bed— basically towering over you. His hardened stare made your breathing shallow. Opening your legs— his chocolate eyes never left your ( your color ) eyes as your index finger dipped into your vagina. Your clit pulsated as you moved in slow circles to begin with, the arousal already beginning to drip down onto the duvet. Sweet Pea let out a grown at how hot you seemed to look— your hand digging into your middle as you bucked your hips upwards for friction.
You imagined it was his fingers moving in and out of your middle— curling to find the spot that made you sparkle. A high pitched moan escaped from the middle of your chest as you gripped onto the sheets for support. “Sweet Pea!” You groaned, sliding in a second finger.
“Shit.” He cursed, before diving onto the bed. “You look so hot calling out for Daddy…” He praised, taking your detaching your fingers. You whimpered at the loss contact, but Sweet Pea wasted no time into diving head first like it was his last meal. You arched your back as his tongue worked magic on your clit. He started out with the alphabet, triggering you enough to grip his hair and make him go into you deeper. Sweet Pea smiled grabbing your hand and pinning it down the ground. You moaned as the familiar pit in your stomach arrived— “I’m close…” You promised, but the orgasm never came.
For Sweet Pea had removed his head from between your legs, and began unwrapping a foil wrapper you had kept stuffed in the mattress. “Beg for me, princess…” Sweet Pea encouraged as he slid the condom on.
You took a deep breath as you tried calming yourself down. “Please Daddy—“ You whined. “I’ve been a bad girl.” You promised. “I want you to fuck me like the bad girl I am..”
Sweet Pea dived between your legs and cut you off with a deep kiss. His lips were like butter against yours. Your knees shook as they wrapped around his waist, bucking your hips as he kissed your roughly. “Such an impatient girl…” He tutted. Sucking in a deep breath— you felt him enter you slowly— careful that he didn’t hurt you. He knew you still weren’t used to being stretched open. “Tell me if you want him to stop…” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
He wasn’t humongous— but he did have some length and thickness that felt a bit uncomfortable entering you. As you winced, his hand dipped down to rub circles on your clit to distract you from the discomfort. Sweet Pea took it slow. Long strides in and out to get you adjusted… But as soon as the first moan of contentment pushed past your plump lips— he went to town.
You moaned. Gripping at his shoulders as you felt him open you up and hit your G-Spot. His lips pressed butterfly kisses up and down your neck as you contracted against him, making him grunt.
It didn’t take longer than a few minutes for him to twitch inside you. “I’m close baby—“ he warned, groaning as he sped up his pace. Sweat dripped down your forehead like rain as you nodded telling him that you were too.
With a squeak you released. The high you were on starting to come down as Sweet Pea followed suit. You ride out the orgasm, before he pulled out and rid of the condom.
“How was that for a show, Daddy.” You breathed, turning your head to look at him grinning.
“A show for only me.” He said sternly. The corners of his mouth turning up into a smile.
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