PARALYZED ;; part one
word count: 14,848 | rating: MA (18 +) | theme two: kinky love A/N: this story was originally going to be a simple oneshot I wanted to post for the hell of it, and after seeing the post circulate on my dash, the idea grew into something .. a little more. This first piece is dedicated to the ‘Fall In Love With Riverdale’ event that @riverdale-events is hosting! I hope you all like swangs & smut & sharing ;)
♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥
I glanced up from the screen to where Sweet Pea sat comfortably in his seat, legs crossed, eyes glued to the open textbook he set in front of him. What is there to lose? “Can you help me?”
With his eyes still focused on the page, he took a sip of his Cola and shrugged, “Just him get some lingerie.”
“Like … men’s lingerie?” I had seen advertisements for men’s thongs online before but didn’t strike Fangs to be that kind of man. Then again, it had only been seven months, and we were still learning about each other every day. And one thing I had learned quickly about Fangs was to expect the unexpected - his tastes differed from mine, but I was having fun exploring new territories with him.
Sweet Pea snapped his brown orbs to mine. For a moment, I noticed how they dropped to my mouth before returning to where they should have been. Had I not been paying attention, I would have missed it entirely.
He was fighting hard to keep his amusement at bay. “No, not men’s lingerie. Lingerie for you.”
I lifted a brow, “Lingerie for me is a good gift for him?”
“Seriously, {y/n}, men go apeshit for that sorta stuff,” he shrugged nonchalantly, chugging back the rest of his Cola before his tongue licked from one corner of his mouth to the other. “I’m tellin’ ya. Spend fifty bucks on a silk babydoll at the mall, and call it good.”
Easier said than done if I knew what the hell a babydoll was. I didn’t want to make it known I was a lingerie virgin, but thus far, Sweet Pea’s suggestion was the only one I could afford on short notice. One I was sure Fangs would adore, no doubt.
I bit into the side of my cheek, nervous when I asked him my next question. “You’ve been friends with Fangs for a while, yeah?”
He nodded once, clearing the crumbs from his fingers with his attention refocused on his textbook. “Best friends for ten years.”
I straightened up in my seat, leaning forward onto the table. “Right. And, you’re his roommate, you know what he likes.”
“What’re you getting at, {y/n}?” He asked with a petulant sigh.
“Would you come with me?” my lashes fluttered with the question, painting my face with a soft and inviting smile.
READ THE REST ON AO3
