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ncsdlr · 5 months

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Pick and Choose - Blossoming Love

Riverdale

Warnings: cheating (I do not encourage this), CHONI, hints of depression, talks of past trauma.

Pairings: Cheryl Blossom x fem!reader

Word Count: 1566

AN: Well, I finished this way faster than I thought I would, so here we are. I hope this isn't as shit as I think it is. 😃

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A month. A whole ass month's worth of all this chatting, dating, and being clingy. You were so tired. You wanted a break, at least for a few minutes. In complete honesty, it wasn't all bad. You appreciated the gifts, the words of affirmation, and the romantic dates. All you wished for was a little distance. Everything was getting so serious so fast, and the fact that Cheryl made you feel so good about yourself didn't sit right with you.

Vulnerability wasn't your strong suit. It made you feel small. It made you feel like you were weak. So, to have someone act so close to you, made you feel things you didn't want to feel. "My love, what is on your mind?"

You tore your eyes away from the invisible speck on the ground and focused on your lover. You shook your head, "Nothing."

"I fear I don't believe that. Something else on your mind must have stolen your attention away from my gorgeous frame."

You internally cringed, not knowing whether to make an excuse or tell her exactly what was on your mind. "I'm just thinking of... things."

"Anything I can assist you with?"

You wrapped your arm around yourself and rubbed it on the bicep it landed on. Cheryl eyed your hand and squinted at it. "Not really. They're pretty mundane things."

Cheryl let you slide and opened her phone as it pinged. She grinned but rolled her eyes at the message she received. It read, "Fine, you win." Cheryl intended to ignore the message entirely, but then she got curious about how things would turn out. So, Cheryl being Cheryl, she let herself fall into the moment. "Meet me on our spot at Pop's."

"Dear, Y/N, I apologize, but I must leave. Something very important has come up. But do expect that once I get back to you, I will have very exciting news." Cheryl gave you a smile before she stood up and left, seemingly in a hurry. You didn't even get a word in, not that you minded.

Finally, peace and quiet.

On second thought, your book gently fell back against the table as your mind wandered off somewhere no one would ever find. What could it have been? Cheryl would stay with you the whole day, and when she would tell you that she had to leave earlier, she'd let you give out a response before changing her mind and staying instead. You were so curious, it was, honestly, killing you.

It took every fiber in you to take your book seriously. It was a good book. You didn't want to miss out.

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Toni sat there in all her glory waiting for Cheryl's striking entry, wearing her serpent jacket. She had made sure to dress up the way Cheryl wanted her to, knowing that if she did, their chances of getting back together would be higher. When the bell attached to the diner's door jingled, she turned her head to it, visibly lighting up as she spotted her favorite redhead strutting up to her.

"I knew you couldn't live without me, I am, simply, the best thing anyone could ever ask for. So, dear Tee-Tee, I hope you've prepared a speech to move me enough to take you back." Cheryl sat on the stool to Toni's right and faced her ex.

"Cheryl, I know we both can't live without each other. I can feel it. it's like we're bound together by some invisible string that makes us tied to each other. Cher, we complete each other, and this past month without you has been painful as hell." The way Toni spoke was gentle and soft. Cheryl loved this about her Toni. Her Tee-Tee could match the sensitivity of a situation with her words, and that made Cheryl feel safe. Toni handled her with so much care and patience, and she fell in love with that. She fell for Toni so hard and so fast.

Toni meant everything to Cheryl, and losing her might as well be the world's end. With Toni, it was all or nothing for Cheryl. It was either commit or don't commit. She wanted to commit. They both did, but for Cheryl, something came up. Sure, she still wanted Toni, but not as much as before. Now, she only wanted Toni at a certain level.

They love each other dearly. They cared for each other. But there was this large strain in their bond that made it seem like fixing things or talking it out would not suffice as a fix. They felt compelled to hear the three words they dedicated to each other again, but Cheryl had restraints now.

Then in the heat of the moment, Cheryl found herself leaning back against the counter while Toni pressed her body against her's for a big kiss. It was slow and passionate, something they'd been yearning to experience from each other again. Now that Cheryl had Toni again, everything else just didn't matter, or in Cheryl's mind, fuck it.

They found themselves in Cheryl's bedroom at the Thistle house, making out against her door like they would die if they stopped. It just felt so good. Their hips gyrated against each other, the moment proving to grow hotter by the second. As Cheryl's back hit the soft mattress of her bed all the while keeping her lips locked onto Toni's, it sealed their fate for the night.

When they awoke the next morning, they did their morning routine. They shower together while making no effort to keep their hands to themselves, cooking breakfast, and holding onto each other on their way to school. They were both still reeling off from their midnight escapades the previous night, so the world was pretty much blurred around them. Their focus remained on each other, not even bothering to hide their very couple-ly PDA.

You noticed, of course. I mean, they were everywhere and they were the talk of the school. Most students murmured about Choni being back together, while the smaller half muttered sick comments saying how Cheryl used you to get Toni back.

You weren't going to lie and say you weren't hurt. You were, but not as much as you should be. Were you hurt? It wasn't like you cared about Cheryl at all. It's not like you weren't just starting to get comfortable enough to open up to her. Funny enough, you were, actually, planning on telling Cheryl everything tonight. Oh, well. It didn't matter anymore. She finally had what she wanted.

You proceeded with your day like normal. I mean, nothing really changed, it wasn't a big loss. That's what you told yourself at least. As the day dragged on, you forced yourself together, squeezing your eyes shut for a few seconds before opening them again to relieve some of the drowsiness you felt. When all of your classes for the day finished, you headed to the library and sat down on the floor between two aisles of bookshelves, resting your head in the palm of your hands as you curled your knees up to your chest.

Life, for you now, is uneventful, other than the whole Cheryl thing. Your life before coming to the North side of Riverdale was hell, but it was perfect nonetheless. Your parents were there, your family, your grandmother, your home, your serpent family. It was all you knew, so when you had to move due to Hiram's work, it really crushed your soul. Then came the day of your family slowly being ripped away from you. It was like your heart was being gripped very tightly, thus causing you to feel as if it had stopped beating entirely. But it still was. It just took you a while to realize it.

After those traumatically tragic events, you opted to just go with the flow, sitting alone and keeping to yourself. You still hung out with the Serpents, of course, they are your only family left after all. But even if that is the case, you still felt like you were the only one who was left in the moment of grief. It looked, to you, like you were stuck in a ditch with no chance of getting out any time soon. It took something that shined as bright as the sun to find a way out, but even then, time was at a standstill for you.

Along with that came the emptiness you felt. It was like you had something to do, but you didn't know exactly what that thing was. You were in a very complicated ditch, and there wasn't anything to grab onto around you. But there was one, only it was all the way on the other side, and you didn't have enough energy to get up and get to it. You wanted help, yet you were too tired to seek it. For you, it was exhausting to even think about, getting up to help yourself and all that.

In this ditch, it was dark and cold. It felt like there was this big storm coming and it was nighttime, and there was no safe place around for you to nestle yourself in for, at least, the shortest amount of time. It was like, wandering around the desert, stressed, tired, and cold. It was pressuring. The world was pressuring. It motivated you yet diminished your confidence in conquering its trials. It tested your patience greatly.

And you aren't the most patient person to ever exist.

#not the mcu #lgbtq #YESSS CHONI #I DO NOT ENDORSE CHEATING #DONT CHEAT ON PEOPLE #i am gay #cheryl blossom x fem!reader #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #riverdale #x fem!reader #apparently there will be a part three #pls reblog it really helps #I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH PLS

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sanjoongie · 2 years

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Privilege

ღPairing: San x Me, I (1st POV)

ღGenre: Fashion Designer! San × Model! Me

ღWord Count: 2,073

ღWarnings: light touching and teasing, pain kink, grinding, up against the wall sex, rough sex, spanking, g-spot orgasm, squirting, male and female orgasm

ღRated: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot

ღSummary: I’m a model and I’ve fallen in love with San. San wants to give me the world but I want to work for it. So we find middle ground, somehow in the bedroom

"Why are you leaving the bed?" San whined as his hands trailed along my hip as I got up.

"I have a shoot today, San," I replied while looking for my robe.

Pouty, bare-faced and sleepy, San blinked slowly. "For who?"

I rolled my eyes. "San, please."

San, quick and slick, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against his chest. His fingers played along the silk of my teddy on my thighs. "Who are you going to be wearing tonight, Babe?"

I couldn't help but smile to myself. San's love burns long, like an ember. "Ducky, I have to make money. I'm finally getting somewhere with my career."

San buried his face in the crook of my neck, voice muffled by my hair. "You should be the face of my brand."

I froze. In all my years, this was the coveted position to acquire. And I had slept my way to it? "San, no."

"Well, it may be too late. I've already done some talking and the lawyers are drawing up your contract already."

"Choi San, are you fucking kidding me right now?!" I turned around, still enclosed in his arms.

"What?" He frowned down at me.

"You don't think people will talk?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Let them talk! You're my muse. I've been sketching and all the designs are for you anyways. You're always on my mind." San bent his neck to kiss me.

I leaned back, out of the way of his lips. "You do not get to kiss me right now! What if I don't want to be the face of your brand?"

"You don't want to be my muse?" The utter sensitivity, the tangible worry coating his voice, pulled at my heartstrings.

"I don't want people to think that the only reason I became the face of your brand is because I let you fuck me."

San crooked an eyebrow at me. "You let me fuck you?"

"Be serious!"

"I am. You inspire me. I don't care if it's love or if it's you. This entire line will be for you. Now. Who are you wearing tomorrow?"

I pecked San chastely on the lips. "Wouldn't you love to know."

San roared and buried his face in my stomach. I squealed with laughter. "Okay okay, it's Hongjoong."

San stopped tickling me and peered up at me through his eyelashes balefully. "Are you serious?"

"I am. Hongjoong has some serious sway as a designer and as an activist. If he wants me modeling his clothes for a marketing campaign, I want to do it. It's an opportunity of a lifetime. I couldn't say no to that!"

San sighed heavily, chin still on my stomach. "Fine. That makes sense. But you should know, I'm really jealous."

"Gee, you think?" I said, mocking him.

"And that means," San did not break eye contact as he put his arms under my thighs and brought his mouth close to my core. "I should send you off with something to remind you of me."

I gazed down the length of my body, well aware of which parts of mine were bruised and which parts had been bitten. "I think you've left plenty of reminders all over my body from last night."

San protested, "But that was last night!"

I disentangled myself from San and scooched to the side of the bed once more. This time I was able to slide my feet into my slippers and dance out of San’s reach before he could ensnare me once more. He smiled in happiness, just enjoying the game of it all. Silly man.

People had already been talking about our sightings in clubs, in art museums, in Milan. We were seen everywhere and always together. Neither of us had been on social media for a month and it was driving everyone mad with curiosity. Currently we were held up in San's modern and luxurious condo in the city we lived in. We didn't want to talk to the world about all the reasons they thought we shouldn't date. We just wanted to be together.

But, bills must be paid and when Hongjoong sent emails, it was important for me to at least respond to them. I couldn't afford to burn that bridge but I also knew how jealous San would get. He wouldn't stop me; San trusted me. But there would be payment extracted for this.

Hongjoong’s shoot was long but amazing. The clothes he dressed me in fit like a dream. The cause was good and Hongjoong knew how to make me look gorgeous. It was an amazing experience but after ten hours, I was ready for a long soak and an even longer sleep.

That was not in my cards.

One step into the loft and San had me pinned against the back of the door. "San, really?"

San tucked his face into the crook of my neck. "I've missed you all day."

I patted his soft hair reassuringly. "I know, Ducky, but can't I take my shoes off at least?"

"No, that's my privilege." Without another word he was kneeling down and helping me step out of my heels. His hands travel down my calves and gently cup the heel of my foot.

"And my jacket?" I laughed.

"Also my privilege." San took a step behind me, running his fingers under the lapel of the blazer and finally pulled my jacket off my shoulders and down my arms.

This had become a game to him, again. I was honestly fine with San seducing me into bed. At least I knew I'd sleep after the glorious climax.

I sighed, turning around and leaned up against his chest. "What in the world did I ever do to deserve you, Choi San?"

San raised his hands to cup my face in them. “You're my muse, you simply had to exist. Now, let me refresh my memory. There’s a sketch I’m stuck on because I couldn’t recall how tiny your waist was.”

“If your plan was to ply me with compliments until I let you have your way with me,” I mused, “It’s working.”

San picked me up and I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. "Will you let me love you then? I've been waiting all day."

I kissed him on the nose. "It would be my privilege."

He kissed me with my arms around behind his neck. They were lingering and savory and I could tell he wanted me to feel every second of it. His eyes remained studying me, like he had to commit back to memory what my face was like. He leaned in to kiss my jaw, down my neck, knowing full well if he went to my erogenous places, he could fast-start my libido. "Are you going to let me take my time?" He growled into my skin.

"Ducky, I'm so freaking tired--"

San's eyebrows furrowed, "I need you so badly. It's like if I don't sink myself into you, I'm going to go crazy." To prove a point, he grinded his lower half into mine and made my eyes roll into the back of my head. He was so fucking hard. "I need to reconnect with you."

I started to pepper his face with kisses. Underneath that intense gaze and sharp jawline, was a boy who just wanted to feel loved. It never went away and I never stopped enjoying feeding that beast. I kissed him fiercely, because I wanted him to know he was loved. I cupped his face with both of my hands, using my legs to leverage myself so that I could grind back down on him.

His arms snaked up the back of my thighs to cup my ass, pushing the skirt of my dress further up my legs. I broke our kiss to admire the way his arms bulged while holding my entire weight. "Bed," I ordered.

San shook his head, smiling in happiness, "It's not close enough."

Before I could protest, he had me up against the bare brick wall of his loft, the edges digging into my skin enough to cause me to gasp. San smirked, knowing full well he was pulling out all my kinks. His body moved with the finesse of a man who had fucked me so good in the past. The two of us watched as we ground ourselves into each other. The corduroy of his pants applied some nice extra pleasure but I was very quickly ruining my silk panties. My fingers were grasping for the button of his pants, struggling to pop it. San didn't break eye contact as he held me up with one arm and reached between us to get the button, the zipper and pulled them down. I raised an eyebrow. "Commando, sir?"

San sent me a very knowing look. "The material feels good."

There was no time lost after that. San pushed his way inside of me, which usually with his girth would be an issue but I was wet, I enjoyed the stretch and I needed him as much as he needed me. My lips descended on his again, this time there was no finesse, we simply needed to be connected in as many ways as we could. My fingers were buried in his hair and his fingers were digging into my ass cheeks.

"I missed you today," I said with a throaty whine.

"I miss you as soon as you close that damn door," San gasped as he didn't miss a single thrust.

My fingers tightened their grasp, having slight control of San's head. "Smack it."

I had a second to brace before his hand slapped my ass with an echoing noise. I groaned as he smoothed his hand over the red mark. The pain and pleasure was everything for me. "Other side," I commanded.

He did so, breath catching in his throat as I clamped down harder on him. "I'm going for that spot," He announced.

"Wait, San--"

"Come on," San cooed at me, "It's hot as fuck."

"It's embarrassing!" I whined, burying my face into the crook of his neck, but nodded that it was okay.

His hands held me in place, both moving down to hold onto my thighs so he could get his preferred angle. I could feel the tip of him moving against the spot inside of me. I couldn't help but cry out. The pace he took had me whimpering the entire time. His hips were thrusting against me so that his dick could brush that spot over and over and over. I could feel my climax building, the one that says I'm about to make a mess, but San wouldn't let me dwell on that. He left small kisses on my neck and then I was coming all over him. I could feel myself squirting against him, my walls milking him for all he's worth and it's not long before San is tossing his head back and shouting hoarsely. He rides both our highs slowly before the brick is digging into my skin a little too much.

"Sannie, we gotta move to the shower now. You're covered in my…" Embarrassment did not allow me to finish my sentence.

San shook his head, smiling even though he's clearly tired. "Just give me a moment. I can be ready again soon."

"Soon?" I shout in confusion.

San refused to remove himself from inside of me even though he had grown soft. He kitten-licked the side of my neck and caused me to squeal because I wasn't expecting it. "I waited too long for this. One time is not going to be enough for me."

"Sir," I said, trying to pull away. San's hands were locked behind the small of my back. "Nope, not happening," he said, smiling back at me.

"You're the only person I need," I sighed, sending a smile back.

"Maybe even the only fashion designer you need in your life," San insisted.

I burst into laughter and rolled my eyes, "Still not the same thing, San."

"But!" San couldn't help the pout that pulled at his lips. "Even though I made you the face of my company? My next entire fall/winter line will be for you. I will do it all for you."

"Maybe I'll think about it," I teased.

Spoiler alert, I didn't have time to think about it. There were two more rounds and an eat-in of wraps before round four.

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