Riverdale actors/characters smut and fluff

Tips//Sweet pea

“My dad already taught me how to play pool, Sweet Pea. I know how to play.” Y/N said as she chalked up her pool cue. Sweet Pea and Y/N were the last ones there. Toni had given them the keys to lock up when they were done. He had told her that he was going to teach her how to play, that he was tired of watching her fumble around the table.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes, “no offense Y/S/N but your dad was as shit of a player as you are.” He said as he wracked the balls. “Maybe even a little worse.” 

She scoffed at him, not believing that anyone could be worse than her. “So then what are you going to teach me exactly?”

“Technique.” Sweet Pea said, flashing her a suggestive look. She swallowed hard at him before placing the cue ball down. She simply nodded her head at him. “Assume the position. You’re breaking.”

Y/N stared at him, “but you always break…” She mumbled before getting into her usual stance. Sweet Pea walked around the table over to her and grabbed her by the hips.

“First of all, your stance is all wrong.” He said before squatting down to move her legs into place. He slowly trailed his hands up her legs, then up her sides to her arms. He adjusted her shoulders and made her lean over the table.

He leaned over her and fixed her grip on the stick. “Look, you can’t hold the end like that, it’ll mess up your shot. Hold it like this.” He expertly moved her fingers so they were in a position more similar to what pros used. “Now, keep your head down and line the shot with your chin. Okay?”

He was so close to her, his breath tickling her ear, distracting her fully from the game. She arched her back slightly so that her ass brushed against his front, causing him to grunt in response. “That’s cheating.” He said hotly.

Sweet Pea stepped away from her and Y/N just frowned in response. “Keep the stick parallel to the table, not angled. You’ll have more control that way. Accelerate gradually, don’t just slam the stick into the ball.” He went around the side of the table to watch her.

Y/C/E eyes glanced up at him, “keep your eye on your shot.” He chastised and she looked back down. It was just a break, it wasn’t like she was actually aiming for anything.

Using the tips he provided she slid the pool stick back against her fingers before moving it forward, accelerating slowly like he said to. The white ball barreled into the one ball, breaking the triangle so that they resin balls scattered across of the table.

Two balls went into adjacent leather pockets.

Y/N stood up, a surprised look on her face. Even when she did break, she never got balls in. This was a first.

“Keep your mouth open like that, I might just have to put something in it.” Sweet Pea teased at her, making her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.  

“I don’t think your pool stick will fit into my mouth.” She replied not even a moment later, trying to hide her embarrassment by countering him. It didn’t really work.

Sweet Pea looked amused, “want to find out?”

“I thought you were teaching me to play pool?” Y/N asked, leaning on the table. “Or are you afraid I’ll beat you?”

He laughed in response, knowing fully well that she could never beat him. “Want to bet?”

“What are the stakes?” She asked curiously, never having been able to back down from a bet.

“If I win, we see if my stick really can fit in your pretty little mouth.” Sweet Pea said with a smirk, his eyes darting to look at her painted lips.