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Kitchen Surprise - Sweetpea x Reader

Warnings: Smut, swearing (I think)

My hips swayed lazily as I moved between the tables, delivering milkshakes and baskets of fries to various patrons. Pop’s was surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night, and Sweetpea was waiting patiently outside for me, lazily propped up on his motorcycle, legs crossed at the ankle. He watched as I slipped behind the counter and removed the apron strings from around my waist, depositing it in the drawer below the cash register. I turned to wave goodnight to Pop Tate, and danced my way over to the door.

I made her way across the parking lot and towards Sweetpea, allowing a smile to break out across my face, breaking into a short run as excitement coursed through my veins. Sweetpea’s arms outstretched to envelop me into a warm hug. My arms wrapped around his waist as he rested his cheek on top of my head.

“Hey baby” he murmured, “ready to come home?”

“So ready” I sighed, a shiver running up my spine as he chuckled.

Without hesitation, Sweetpea shrugged his jacket off and wrapped it around my shoulders, manoeuvring it so that I could slip my arms into the sleeves. The jacket was too big for me but I loved the weight of it and the way it smelt of my Sweetpea. Sweetpea was now standing in front of me, placing his helmet on my head and focusing on tightening the strap under my chin. I smiled up at him goofily and he winked back at me, earning him a small giggle. Once he was satisfied that the helmet was secure, he held my hand while I hopped on the back of his bike, before climbing on in front of me. I wrapped her arms around his torso and felt the muscles beneath his t-shirt tense beneath my touch.

They flew through the streets of Riverdale, the wind whipping through my hair and making my eyes water. I buried my face between Sweetpea’s shoulder blades, thinking back to the first time I had been on this bike, over two years ago.

“Come on babe, you’ll be fine” Sweetpea encouraged.

I chewed on my lower lip as I eyes the motorbike with scepticism. Sweetpea stepped closer, his chest barely touching my back. He leant down and whispered in my ear, “I won’t let anything happen to you… scouts honour”

“As if you were in Scouts” I laughed, spinning around to stare into his eyes.

“Fine, you caught me… Serpent’s honour” he laughed, holding up his hands in defence, “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you… trust me?”

Without even thinking about it, I nodded. I did trust him. I knew how protective he was of me, how he had never let anything happen to me in the past, and I believed he would never let anything bad happen to me now.

“Fine, I’ll get on… but I need a helmet… and no speeding!” I shouted as he engulfed me in a triumphant hug.

Before I knew it, we were back at our trailer and Sweetpea was helping me off his bike. I leant up on my tiptoes, gripping his upper arms to steady myself as I placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Thanks for picking me up, Sweets.”

“You know I wouldn’t let you walk back here by yourself after midnight, baby” he murmured, as he tangled his hands in your hair, placing another soft kiss on your lips.

Suddenly, his hands were on the back of your thighs and he slowly pulled your legs up and around his waist, with your hands flying around his neck to steady yourself. You giggled loudly when Sweetpea squeezed your ass while backing through the front door. Feeling steady enough in his long arms, you moved your hands from his neck to his dark hair, gently pulling so that he looked you in the eyes.

“What’s gotten into you?” I questioned with my eyebrow raised.

“I just missed you, that’s all” he smiled, “I’ve been thinking about you since you left for work, about what I want to do to you…”

“Oh yeah?” I questioned as I rolled my hips into his. A low growl erupted in his chest as his hands squeezed my ass tighter.

Suddenly, Sweetpea spun around so that I was sitting on the kitchen counter, our eyes level. His hands moved up my back as his lips moved towards my neck, kissing and marking my collarbone. I felt my bra clasp being undone and my t-shirt being pulled up over my head. Once my t-shirt was out of the way I let my bra slip form my arms onto the kitchen floor.

Sweetpea’s hands went straight to my breasts, massaging them and pinching my nipples. My head dropped back as a moan escaped my lips. Sweetpea chuckled as he wrapped his hands around the back of my neck and gently pulled my face towards him, connecting our lips in a passionate kiss. I gripped his shoulders as his other hands trailed down my torso and he found the top of my skirt.

Stepping back, he pulled at the waistband, until I lifted my hips and let it fall to the floor. I tugged at the hem of Sweetpea’s t-shirt and he smirked at me as he lifted his arms above his head, allowing me to pull it up. Once I couldn’t reach any further, Sweetpea pulled it the rest of the way off and it joined me clothes on the floor. I began to work on Sweetpea’s belt buckle as he nibbled on my earlobe.

“Have you been a good girl today, babe?” he growled in my ear.

I whimpered in response, and my fingers quickened to try and remove his belt. I whimpered again when I realised that my fingers weren’t co-operating, and Sweetpea chuckled and pulled the belt away himself, letting his jeans drop and stepping out of them. Watching him pull him jeans down, I slipped my panties off and let them fall to the floor, leaving my completely naked on our kitchen counter.

Sweetpea let his eyes roam over my body, and I felt a blush begin to creep up my cheeks.

“You are so beautiful, baby. How did I get so lucky?” he murmured to himself.

“You’re not so bad yourself” I giggled, as he reattached his lips to my neck and began to nibble at my sweet spot.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his cock twitch against my inner thigh. Sweetpea’s hand slithered between our bodies and I felt his fingers at my core, circling my clit. I tangled my hand in his hair as his lips and fingers worked in unison, and my ankles locked together behind his back.  

“So ready for me” Sweetpea mumbled against my neck, to no one in particular, before slipping one finger and then two into me. I gripped his hair tighter and rocked my hips against his hand.

“Yes, princess… fuck” he moaned, pulling his head back to gaze at me. My head was tipped back and my eyes had closed, my lips slightly parted. He curled his fingers inside me and marvelled at the instant reaction as a moan slipped through my lips.

I reached my hand down and gripped his cock, running my fingers up and down its length, and spreading his pre-cum around the tip. Sweetpea groaned and his fingers moved faster, pulling me closer and closer to the precipice of my orgasm. My fingers began to tingle and my toes began to feel numb as Sweetpea’s thumb found my clit once more and moved in sync with his fingers. I could feel the steady build-up of my orgasm in my lower stomach, and I heard the tell-tale sounds of wetness against Sweets’ fingers as he continued to pump them at a steady pace, curling and uncurling them within me.

“Oh… oh Sweet… ah.. I can’t… I;m gonna.. ” I whimpered as my walls clenched around his fingers.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you… come on baby, let it go” Sweetpea encouraged in my ear. His words were my undoing, and I suddenly squirted over his hand.  

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tightened my legs around his torso, burying my head in his shoulder, as he wrapped his long arms around my back and he held me through the aftershock of my orgasm.

I had squirted before, but it always shocked me nonetheless.

Pulling my head back, I saw the triumphant smile on Sweetpea’s face as he gazed down at me proudly. I giggled shyly and buried my head back in his shoulder.

“Nuh uh, princess, I’m not finished with you yet” he teased as he hauled me off the counter and headed for our bedroom.