#cherhead

It started out as 20 questions. Innocent texting to try and get to know each other. Only the first question is what started it.

J: Alright. Any questions? Nice. How long did you love Dilton? I need to know.

C: From middle school. It slowly faded into a crush instead of loving him.

J: How cute. The ice queen does know how to feel. That's a long time, though. 

C: Why? Are you jealous?

J: Maybe. Slightly. No.

C: Really? Oh well. Cause I find Jealousy kinda hot…

Which turned into this.

I'm not careful. I enjoy watching you squirm. What would you do, Cheryl? What might you do to me?

Too bad you aren't here then 😏 if only you could see me now 😉 who know? Depends on how reeled up you get me.

You're killing me, doll. I wish I could see you. I would do more than just look, I assure you.

I didn't sign up to get hot and bothered, Jughead.

Next thing they know, 20 Questions led to this.

Jughead smirked before leaning forward and lightly brushing his lips to hers. "All wound up, are you? Poor darling." He lightly rested his hands on her hips, not moving them. "How's this? I'm touching you.

Cheryl lets out a small whine as she tries to push her hips up. She digs her hands into his hair as she pulls out his beanie. "Please, Jug. I need more."

Jughead lightly dragged his hands up and down her sides, pressing gentle kisses to her neck. He nipped every so often before pausing and biting down. "More? What else could you need? Isn't this the attention you wanted."

Embarrassingly, Cheryl lets out a whine as her hands tighten around his hair when she feels his lips against her neck. "Fuck." She pushes her thighs together to try and cause some friction between her legs. "I need more. More. Please." She lets out a moan when he bites down on her.

Jughead smirked at her whines. He dragged his hands down her body and pulled her thighs apart. "Now, now, doll, I'm in control here." He nibbled down her neck and across her collarbone, leaving marks every so often.

Her hands travel to his shoulders where she tugs at his shirt. "Off. Please." She tried to push her hips up, craving some sort of friction. Her back arches when his hands move her thighs apart. She's letting out whines as he leaves marks on her neck.

Jughead grinned, leaning back to pull his shirt off. "So submissive. So docile." He slipped his hands under her shirt, practically ripping it off in his haste to get it off her. "If only people saw this side of you~" He nipped down her stomach, leaving far more marks where he knew they'd be covered. He avoided her breasts, wanting to see how much he could tease her. "But this is all mine."

She gasps when she hears fabric rip and lets out a moan. Her nails digging into his shoulder hard enough to leave marks. She whines and squirms as she feels his lips all over her. She peals one of her hands away from his shoulder to touch her breasts. Moaning when she squeezes one. Her hips stuttering and aching for friction. "All yours. Please Jug."

Jughead lets out a groan when she digs her nails into his shoulders. "Such a naughty girl, Cheryl. Touching yourself when I'm right here. I didn't say you could." He moved one of his hands to hold her arms above her head, pinning her down and moving his body between her legs. He dipped his head down to press light kisses around her breasts before releasing her hips to grab one. "Keep talking, baby girl."

She moans when he holds her down and pushes her hips up to meet his, only to moan again when she feels his bulge against her. She arches against him and continues to squirm and let whines come out her mouth as she feels his lips touch her chest. "Please Jug. Touch me. I need something. Anything. I need more. Please less clothes. Something.”

Jughead smiled again, biting down lightly and leaving another mark on her collarbone. "As you wish, baby girl." He pulled away from her and slipped out of his shoes and jeans before pinning her back down. "You like it when I manhandle you, don't you? When I bite down, leaving marks to claim what's mine?" He left another hickey on the side of her neck, making it dark enough to be difficult to cover. Jughead lightly ran his fingertips down her side, stopping right before he hit the waistline of her shorts.

Cheryl gasps and tries to push her legs together again. Needing the friction and to try and stop herself from getting wetter from the nickname. She licks her lips as she watches him take his jeans off. Groaning as he pins her back down. "Yes. Yes. Please. Yours. Please." She can feel herself get wetter as his fingers hit the top of her shorts. Her hands going to his back and his hair.

"You can pull. I don't mind." Jughead says with a smirk as he presses featherlike kisses right above her waistband. "You're so vocal, princess. I'm enjoying all your little noises." He tugged her shorts and panties down in one go. "You're so wet for me, baby girl. So wet for me."

She tugs at his hair and tries to grind her hips up. "Please." She gasps when cold air hits her heat. Her vision blurring with lust as she tries to pull her thighs together and rakes one of her hands up his back.

Jughead let out a groan at the feel of her nails. He lightly ran his hand down to her heat before pausing. "Please? Where do you want my hand? Up...?" He lightly ran his hand back up her body until it reached her neck. He lightly squeezed, letting her squirm a little before letting go.

Cheryl shakes her head and gasps. "Down. Touch me. Please." She grinds her hips up to meet his. Moaning at the friction from his bulge. She grips at his hair and brings one of her hands down just above her heat.

Jughead smiled before shoving her hand away and plunging two fingers into her. "Your wish is my command." He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers as he pumped his fingers, twisting them every so often.

Cheryl moans against his lips and pulls him closer. Her nails scratching at his back as she tries to grind on his fingers.

Jughead groaned, leaving her lips to press kisses along her neck again. He pressed his thumb to her clit, adding another finger.

Cheryl lets out a whine and grinds down on his hand as she's gripping at his hair and arching against him.

Jughead left another mark on her neck before leaning forward and nibbling across her jawline. "Come for me. Come for me, baby girl." He pressed a light kiss to her lips, smirking a little.

"Fuck. Jug." Cheryl's panting now as she feels herself gets close. Her needy hands grab at his boxers and she shakes her head. "No. Want you. Please. I need more."

Jughead paused, staring down at her. "Alright, if you want." He kissed her once quickly, pulling his hand from her and licking his fingers clean. "Sweet," he said with a wink.

She groans as she watches him lick his fingers and her needy hands wander below his waistline to cup him through his boxers.

Jughead let out a loud groan when she touched him. He blushed slightly. "I, uh...you might wanna...I've never had...." He coughed, looking away from her face.

Cheryl grins at his flustered face and kisses his cheek. "It's alright, Jug. We can go at your pace. No need to be embarrassed." She takes her hand away and moves it back to his shoulder.

Jughead shook his head, still blushing. "No, it's fine. I just....probably would've..." He looked up, inhaling through his nose as he flushed brighter. "I probably would've nutted."

Cheryl lets out a small laugh and kisses him. "Well that was the aim. But I'm hoping you'll do it once you fucked me." She whispers in his ear as her hands travel slowly back down.

Jughead groaned again. "Fuck." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers again, smiling a little. He tugged his boxers down, clumsily getting them off.

Cheryl leans back and licks her lips as he pulls off his boxers. "Just saying, I'm definitely going to suck you off when we go to the movies later. Fuck." She kisses him and drags him closer.

Jughead let out his loudest mom yet at her words, gently biting on her lower lip. "You say that like you want me to come all over you right now. That being said, I look forward to it." He leans back and rummages through his jeans before he found a condom.

Cheryl bats her eyelashes and smiles sweetly. "You can of you want. Maybe another time?" She brings her hand down to touch herself while watching him search for the condom.

Jughead smiled and shook his head. He grabbed the condom and ripped it open. He rolled it on, clearly not an expert. Jughead turned his attention back to Cheryl and let out a low growl. He moved between her legs again, shoving her hand out of the way. "That's my job," he growled into her ear.

She brings her hand to his face. "Wanna taste?" She grins and kisses his jaw.

Jughead grinned, sucking on her fingers. He pulled back, smile still on his face. "Sweet as ever, princess."

She whines at the nickname and brings him in for a kiss. "How do you want to do this, Jones? Fuck against the bed or have me ride you?" She whispers as she kisses down his jaw.

Jughead groaned again, shaking his head slightly. "God, both sound good. Which would you prefer?" He nibbled on her neck. "Id love to watch your expressions as I fuck you into the mattress and break this headboard." He pressed another light kiss to her jawline. "Of course, id also love to watch you bounce on top of me. I'm sure the view is great. So there's no downside for me."

Cheryl digs her nails into his shoulder and groans. "Fuck me. Please. We can do the other thing later."

Jughead grinned. "Point taken." He guided himself into her, letting out a loud moan as he slid all the way in. He kissed her jawline again, moving down her neck.

She moans as he fills her up and tugs at his hair. "Move. Move. Please."

Jughead moaned again, louder, before pulling back and thrusting forward, setting up the fastest rhythm he could keep up with. "Fuck, Cheryl." He groaned into the crook of her neck

Cheryl's grip on his back tightens as he thrusts into her. Moans fall out her mouth. "Fuck."

"I am," Jughead responded, biting down and leaving her another mark. He panted slightly, putting one hand on her hip to keep them down.

Cheryl moans louder with him pushing her hips down. "Jug." She's tugging at his hair and leaving scratch marks on his back as he fucks her. "Harder. Please"

05/31/2017

Jughead obeyed her command, burying his face in her neck. "Fuck, Cheryl. I'm- close." He grunted.

Cheryl whines and moans out his name. "Jug. Please."

Jughead reached one hand down, pressing against her clit as he dipped his head down to press open mouthed kisses across her breasts.

She moans loudly and grips at his back. Grinding up to meet him. "Fuck Jug."

Jughead let out a loud moan, coming inside the condom. His hips stuttered and his face flushed with embarrassment. He kept thrusting, continuing his assault on her tits. "Say my name again, baby girl. Show everyone who you belong to."

"Oh Jug." She moans loudly as she feeling him cum and cums shortly after while blinking back stars. She pulls him up for a kiss after.

Jughead smiled into the kiss, pulling back after a moment. "So. I hope that wasn't TOO terrible. I am- well, was a virgin." He smiled at her, pressing a light kiss to her nose.

She lets out small laugh. "Eh it was okay." She pokes her tongue and pushes him off her. "Take care of the condom and then I want cuddles."

Jughead laughed, throwing the condom away in the first trash can he saw. "I guess I'll have to practice then." He walked back to the bed, pushing Cheryl over so he could lay next to her. "You definitely are needy," he commented, kissing her cheek. "But I can't complain. I am too."

She laughs when he pushes her. "As long as you're practicing with me." She runs one hand through his crazy hair and pulls him closer. "You haven't seen needy yet."

Jughead raised an eyebrow, still smiling. "Of course I'd practice with you. You clearly know what you're doing. And yes, I mean the innuendo." He lightly kissed her nose again. "Then show me needy."

She swats him away. "Stop kissing my nose. You'll make me giggle and I don't giggle." She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him closer, grabs his arms to wrap them around her, turned them around and climbs into his lap. "As for needy. You haven't unlocked that level yet, jones."

Jughead smiled at her, resting his hands on her hips. He pressed multiple kisses to her nose and then across the rest of her face. "What do I have to do to unlock needy? I've already done you~"

Cheryl lets out a giggle when he kisses her face. "See! I told you to stop." She leans in and kisses his lips. "Dates and lots of them. You may have done me but we still have dates to do."

Jughead grinned. "Your giggle is adorable. You should do it more often. And trust me, I definitely plan on dates. Speaking of which, didn't we have one planned today?"

Cheryl rolls her eyes. "We did. The movies. I believe we were going to fool around in the back row?" She glances around her. "How about we stay and just watch a movie here? I don't really want to get completely dressed again. Or we can talk? We never finished 20 questions." She kisses against his jaw line as she speaks.

Jughead makes a content humming noise when she kisses his jawline. "That sounds more than fine to me. You get to ask me something." He glanced down at her, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin.

Cheryl moves her hair behind her and glances up at him. "Hm. How do you deal with not having your family together? I know it's not a happy question.."

Jughead's lips parted and he blinked. He was definitely not expecting that. He cleared his throat before starting. "Well...I don't. Not really. I just...have to keep telling myself that it isn't my fault, it isn't my problem. I have to remember that my friends are my family now. That you're my family. It...doesn't work all the time, granted. I still hate myself over it. I couldn't keep them together, couldn't keep everything from falling apart. But I try. I have to just focus on getting through school in one piece because its my ticket out of here. My chance to start fresh somewhere else, find people that...that want me." His eyes were damp and he glanced away from Cheryl, blinking the tears away. He refused to admit that he was about to cry.

Cheryl frowns and places her hand on his check, pulling his gaze back to her. "I'm sorry I brought it up, Jughead. But I'm here now and I want you to be my family. I never really knew what Family meant. It was usually just me and Jason. Even then, they would take Jason to all these places and I was sent to summer camps or stayed home with Nana. When Jason died, I lost all hope in family or even friends. Jason was.. everything to me. And I don't think that's something that's going to go away. At least not any time soon. It's just. I don't know. I'm sorry for upsetting you. I always upset people." A few tears few from her cheeks as she buried her face into his neck.

Jughead shook his head. "No, no, you have nothing to apologize for." His tone was stern and almost demanding. "Nothing. It's just a sensitive topic. And I'm not used to actually talking about it. I don't... I don't talk much. About myself. But I don't mind, if you really want to know." He pressed a kiss to her temple, his hand rubbing moving up to rub her back. "And I'm sorry about that. That sucks literal ass. Your family is shitty. They aren't family. They're just people that happened to have custody of you. You're free now, though. I'm here for you." He slowly rocked back and forth, hoping that he was calming her down.

Cheryl wipes her tears and leans into him. "You'll be my family right? And I'll be ours? And we'll both care for each other?" Cheryl mumbles, slightly scared he'd say no. Red tint on her cheeks from opening up to him.

Jughead wrapped both arms around her, kissing the top of her head. He was touched that she cared that much about him but he refrained from teasing her. "Of course. I wouldn't want it any other way." He smiled a little before adding: "you know, I finally got you to blush."

She huffs and rolls her eyes but has a smile on her face. "Way the ruin the moment, Forsythe." She blushes a little more. "Anyways, next question is yours."

Jughead just smiles at her expression, kissing the top of her head. "You love it." He leaned back a little, tapping his chin in fake thought. "Hmm. What do I want to know about you." He looked back down at her. "What's your dirtiest secret?"

She giggles and rolls her eyes. "What do you mean by dirty?" She raises a brow at him

Jughead just looked down at her. "Deepest darkest secret." He said, wiggling his eyebrows before laughing a little. "Or, you know, smuttiest. I won't complain either way," he said with a wink.

Cheryl laughs. "Hm. I'm actually a dork. I'm a huge fan of comics." She shrugs. "Only Jason knew that. No one else was allow to know that."

Jughead fake gasped, letting go of Cheryl with one hand to put it over his heart. "You?? A dork?? Never. I can't even imagine it. No way." He paused, dropping the teasing tone. "You're my dork, though. I'll keep it a secret." He smiled gently at her.

Cheryl grinned up at him and laughs. "You better!" She kisses him and then pulls away. "Next question! Is it weird being with me? Like in general. I don't usually show this side of myself." She shrugs. "I'm more asking if you like this side of me, I guess.."

Jughead raised an eyebrow before smiling. "Of course I do. It's not weird being with you. Not at all. I'm actually really enjoying getting to know you, Cheryl Blossom. Besides, when was the last time you ever saw me smile more than two times in one day? Without it being sarcastic? You've made me smile more than I have all month. So, there that."

Cheryl laughs. "I thought it was because we just had sex." She shrugs.

Jughead laughed and shook his head. "Nah. I mean, it helped but...I'm kidding, by the way. I'm not dating you for sex. It's just a nice bonus. I'm dating you because I like you, Cheryl. The real you." He paused before asking his question. "So how do you feel now that you're dating the Freak of Riverdale? Am I as grotesque as I seem?" His voice was teasing, but he was slightly worried

She sighs and leans her head on his shoulder. She grabs one of his hands and plays with his fingers as she speaks. "Truthfully, I'm just as much a freak as you are. I'm just.. louder about it. I get more attention. Most of the time I have girls yelling at me and boys trying to feel me up. But I put on this mask to show everyone the Cheryl Blossom they all know. When it reality, I'm just like you. So I don't think it would be any different. In fact, no." She pulls her head up and looks at him. "Its better than some stupid jock. All they want is sex. If you were one of them, you would have left me already. I can't have these conversations with them and I don't want too." She takes a deep breath before leaning back against him. "I feel good about us. I feel happy. For the first time in a really long time." She giggles. "And you may be a pig in some parts but overall I like this Jughead."

Jughead smiled before laughing at the end of her speech. "I was ready to tell you about how much I love and care for you but then you had to go and call me a pig." He teased her, still smiling. "I'm glad, though. I feel good about us, too. You deserve a lot more than what you got, Cheryl, and I'm going to try to give you as much as I can. We will be a freak power couple. We can totally dominate the school. The world, even. And then," Jughead kissed her nose, loving the way she smiled when he did, "we can do what we want. I can try and make up for all those lost summers you had. I'll try, Cherry." He pulled away from her a little, scanning her face to see if she was judging his speech. He chewed his lip, looking more vulnerable than he wanted to.

Cheryl was speechless. Someone wanted to be with her. Make her happy. She didn't know what to think. "You know this is technically our first date and already you're making these promises of a long time and that you care for me and you make Cheryl Blossom speechless. What am I supposed to say to that?" She gives him a small gentle smile that no one has ever since and kisses him.

Jughead happily kissed back, threading his fingers in her long hair before pulling back. "That's a pretty good response right there. I'll take that." He grinned. "But, I mean, I'd like to stick around for s while. If you want me to, of course. And don't worry, Blossom. There'll be plenty more dates after this one."

She laughs. "After all this talk? You will die before you can leave me. You know too much." She rolls her eyes. "Of Course I want you around and if all the dates make me feel this happy, you are never leaving me sight."

Jughead smiled. "Well, I mean, I'll try my best to keep my princess happy. Do you wanna throw clothes on and watch a shitty lifetime movie and hush about how much we love each other? I'll let you wear my shirt." He pressed a few warm kisses to her neck with another small smile.

She lets out a giggle and climbs out of lap. She looks around and grabs his shirt, pulling it on to her body. "What do you think?" She does a twirl and accidentally flashed her butt as she did.

Jughead smirked, leaning back a little. "I'm liking the view. You should wear my clothes more often. " He stood up, grabbing his boxers and tugging them on. "I think you might look better in it than I do." He commented, looking her up and down.

She grins up at him and goes to the dresser to pull out a pair of underwear. "Should I bother?" She looks back him.

Jughead titled his head, smirk still on his face. "You that needy for me? I guess it depends on if you're up for round two. I'm sure there are a few places left on you that I didn't mark."

She gapes for a minute and then drops the underwear back in the dresser. "No sense in dirtying those."

Jughead laughed, shaking his head. "You're so easy to fluster. It's cute."

A small blush rises to her cheeks as she shakes her head. "Lets watch that movie, yeah?"

Jughead smiled. "Of course. What do you want to watch? Warning: I will judge you just a little bit." His tone was back to being light and teasing.

She waves him off. "I'm kinda in the mood for a shitty horror. Pulp Fiction? Ooo or we can just watch the Breakfast club." She finishes with a teasing tone.

"Pulp Fiction works for me. I don't need to watch the Breakfast Club. I'm living it." Jughead said with an easy smile.

"Good!" She drags him out into the living room and makes her way to the stacks of DVDs.

Jughead laughed at her eagerness, flopping down onto the couch. "You'd better hope we have the house to ourselves for a while. I'd love to explain what I'm doing here, practically naked, on the Mayor's couch." He kept up his teasing but was admiring the view he got when she bent over.

She looks back to see his eyes on her ass and rolls her eyes. "Yeah. Mayor McCoy is outta town for the week and Josie is at Val's. The Pussycats are working on new songs for their next gig so they have sleepovers those nights. So we're all good." She grabs the DVD and puts it and climbs back into Jughead's lap.

Jughead flushed slightly at being caught, mumbling a small "you can't blame me, you have a nice ass" as his excuse. He wrapped his arms around her as soon as she sat down. "And good. We're alone." He pressed a light kiss to the side of her neck, resting his chin on her shoulder.

She giggles and moves around to make herself comfortable. "Will you stay the night? That way I'm not alone in this house."

Jughead let out a groan of half annoyance and half lust, grabbing her hips to keep her still. "Of course. Can't let my baby girl get lonely."

Cheryl lets out a little hum at the nickname and glances down at his hands on her waist keeping her still then back at his face. "Oh you pig." She laughs, teasingly.

Jughead snorts. "Not my fault you're sitting right on my dick without underwear. If anything, you're the one to blame for my misery."

She wiggles her hips some more with a giggle. "Oops? Do you want me to say sorry??"

Jughead groaned again, burying his face into the crook of her neck to hide his embarrassment. After a few moments, he pulled his head up slightly to speak right next to her ear, voice husky. "Yes. I want you to apologize on your knees and fix the problem you're causing."

She lets out a small whine and then grinds her ass against his lap. "And how exactly do you want it? A simple I'm sorry? Or something more?" She turns and gives you an innocent smile.

Jughead raised an eyebrow at her, squeezing her hips slightly. "I think you know what I want. I want you to suck my dick with that pretty little mouth of yours." Jughead himself turned a light shade of pink as the vulgar words left his lips,  since he had never actually gotten a blowjob before.

She almost purrs when he says it. She slid onto the floor and blinks up at him as her hands grabbed at his thighs and worked their way up. "Oh? You want my mouth as an apology?" She bats her eyelashes at him.

Jughead flushed an ever darker red. "Yes." He said, voice far more confident than he felt. "You seem very comfortable on your knees, kitten. Lots of experience?"

Cheryl's eyes stay trained on his face as one of her hands skimmed his bulge. She shifts and pushes her thighs together at the nickname. "Oh Jug. I might have experience on my knees but you look you're going explode." She pushes herself up a little and leans over his lap to whisper up at him. "Don't worry, you'll get plenty of practice. Just try to hold it until I have your dick in my mouth. You got to taste me either now I want to taste you."

Jughead let out a groan, letting his head fall back to hit the top of the couch. "Goddamn." He said, looking back over at her. "Enough teasing. Do something, doll, I'm getting impatient." He figured that that sounds better than "I'm about to cum and I want to wait until you actually touch me."

Cheryl licks her lips and almost purrs as she pulls his boxers down reveal his hard on. Her hand wraps around his cock and slowly drags up and down. Her mouth almost watering.

Jughead let out a loud groan. "Cheryl, you fucking tease, move fucking faster." He tangled one hand in her hair, pushing her towards his dick, digging his nails slightly into her scalp.

Cheryl pushed her thighs together, feeling herself getting wet. She lets out a moan and licks a stripe up the side of his dick. She lets out a small whine and wraps her lips around the tip of his dick, moaning again when she tastes precum.

Jughead lets out a small whine, instantly trying to push her head down before pulling her back up. "Fuck, Cheryl, keep making noises. So fucking sexy," he panted.

Cheryl moans against his dick and starts to move up and down. She grabs his hand and tightens it around her hair and helps him guide her up and down.

Jughead immediately digs his nails into her again. "Fuck, shit, close," he moaned breathlessly, hips bucking up into her mouth.

Using her hand to guide her, she moves faster and moaning as he bucks his hips up.

Jughead let out a loud moan of her name, hips stuttering as he came. His hand in her hair relaxed , fingers slightly tangled in her hair.

She looked up at him and watched him as he came in her mouth. Pulling away, she swallowed all with a smirk on her face and licked her lips. "Yummy."

Jughead grinned, still panting slightly, and very red in the face. He fully let go of her, biting his lip to try and keep the stupid smile off his face. "I have to say, you're good at what you do, Blossom."

She grins and looks up at him from the floor. "Yeah? What can I say? Us Blossoms know how to please." She gasps lightly when she shifty to get off her knees and looks down at her thighs. "Fuck." She could feel herself dripping from how turned on she was.

Jughead raised an eyebrow at her. "You got that wet...just from sucking me off? Damn, Cheryl. Want me to help?" His voice became a low purr, nothing but suggestive tones laced in his words. "Only to repay you, of course. I have to clean up the mess that I made." He smirked a little at her.

Cheryl lets out a small whine and nods with a small pout on her face. "Please Daddy." Her eyes full of mischief but her face innocent. "Can't make a mess on the floor."

Jughead blinked, looking surprised before his expression turned lustful again. "Of course, baby girl. Come here. Wanna ride Daddy's thigh?" He purred out, extending a hand toward her to pull her to him.

Cheryl took his hand to pull herself up and straddle his thigh. Moaning as the skin touched her heat. She tangles her hands in his hair.

Jughead let out a quiet moan of his own at how wrecked and needy she looked already. He tensed his thigh, gripping her hips tightly and sliding her back and forth, feeling her wetness drip down his leg. "You're so fucking wet, baby girl. Did Daddy's cock make you this needy?"

She lets out a broken "yes daddy." As she grinds down on his thigh while her head is against his shoulder. Panting and whining as she feels her get even more soaked with his words.

Jughead let go of one of her hips in order to trail his hand up her body and fighting grope her boob through the shirt she was wearing. "You're such a naughty girl, Cheryl. Imagine if your friends could see you now. Soaked and begging for pleasure." He growled, jerking his thigh up slightly. "Come for me, baby girl. Make a mess."

Cheryl's whining and grinding down on his thigh. She moans when he gropes her. "Daddy" she whines as she arches against him and reaches down to touch herself.

Jughead doesn't stop her from touching herself this time. Instead, he focused on running his hands across her upper body under and on top of the shirt. "You look so pretty when you're wrecked. Come for me, princess."

Cheryl speeds up her actions and touches herself in all the right places while grinding down on his thigh. She was getting desperate now and pushing herself against him. Moaning, whining and panting as she feels herself cumming all over his thigh and moaning "daddy" over and over again.

Jughead smirked, feeling her cum all over him. He lifted his leg a little bit to try and keep it off of the couch. "There you go, princess," he said smugly, kissing the top of her head. "D'you need a washcloth or something? I can go grab one." His voice was far more innocent now, almost nervous.

Cheryl nods and goes to get off Jughead but grabs his shoulder before she could fall. "I don't know if my legs will work right now." Her voice soft but cracked. "Can you grab one?"

Jughead blinked, easily setting Cheryl next to him on the couch. "Of course. Where your bathroom?" He smiled, though, unable to help his pride. "So was I better than okay this time?" He lightly teased her, standing up and waiting for her directions.

She rolls her eyes and points to the hall. "Second on the left. And I'm pretty I did most of the work, asshole." Her voice light. "And get me a glass of water too!"

Jughead laughed. "I know, that was the plan. You sure seemed into it though." He walked towards the bathroom, imitating her moans. "Daddy, daddy!" He pictured her rolling her eyes again, the same exasperated smile on her face. "Pretty sure all the neighbors know about your kink, now." His tone stayed light as he grabbed the damp washcloth, walking into the kitchen next.

"Well you enjoyed it too, Daddy." She teases. No shame from her. "Good. They'll think it was Josie or the Mayor." She laughs.

Jughead shuddered before pouring her glass of water. "Please never make me think about the Mayor's sex life. For all we know, she got laid on the couch you're laying on." He walked back into the room, handing her the glass and the washcloth.

Cheryl takes the water and drinks some before using the washcloth to clean up the mess. "I already know she has. So has Josie." She shrugs with a smile.

Jughead's nose crinkled. "Gross. Didn't need to know that." He absently played with her hair, twirling it around his fingers. "This couch has gotten more action than me," he added suddenly, voice contemplative.

Cheryl leans into him as she finishes off the water and places the glass on the side table. "Well. Yeah right now it has. But if we're going to be together for a while, you'll catch up." She kisses his jaw and rests her head on his shoulder.

Jughead laughed, wrapping one arm around her. "I can tell. You certainly have a libido, darling." He continued playing with her hair, leaning his head on hers. "I'm definitely not complaining, though, for once."

"And you'll just have to work up to lasting longer." She teases gently and snuggles together. "Also if you tell anyone, we're cuddling right now, I'll burn that hat of yours." She says sweetly but seriously.

Jughead let out a small hum or acknowledgement before looking down at her in shock. "You wouldn't dare touch my hat," he said seriously, eyes narrowing. He was teasing but was very protective of his hat. "You're mean but you aren't that mean."

She grins up at him and shakes her head. "Nope. But.. I might steal from you." With that, she runs towards the room to go grab it, giggling.

"Like hell you will, Cheryl Blossom!" Jughead half-yells, running after her. "You do not touch my hat! It is my child."

"We're family now! I can touch it if I want." She stops at the doorway to look for it and then spots in by the bed. "It's mine now!"

Jughead shook his head, skidding almost into the door frame in his haste. He grabbed Cheryl by the waist before she could grab his hat, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. "As long as we're taking what belongs to us," he teased.

She giggles and hits his butt. "Put me down!" She tries to twist in his grip. "I want the hat!"

Jughead just laughed, turning and walking back towards the living room. "Sorry. No can do, princess. You need to earn the right to touch my hat."

She let out a small playful growl. "And sucking your dick wasn't enough?"

Jughead let out another laugh, turning slightly pink. "Apparently not. Some things take time." He dropped her onto the couch, flopping down mostly on top of her.

She squeals when she's dropped into the couch and then laughs as he flops on top of her. "Jug. You're heavy!"

"Hmm. I don't think so." He leaned up to press light, warm kisses across her jawline, down her neck, and back up. "You're just making things up."

She laughs. "Don't get me turned on again, Jones. We still haven't watched that movie." Her hands tangle themselves in his hair

Jughead moved back a little, putting his hands on either side of her head. "Not trying to turn you on." He said innocently before letting himself fall back on top of her, nuzzling his face into her neck. "I'll watch the movie but I'm staying on top of you." His lips brushed against her warm skin, curving up slightly as he talked.

She tries not to arch against him or moan at how sensitive her neck is and turns to the tv. "Fine. Whatever."

Jughead woke up several hours later, extremely confused. He pulled back from Cheryl quickly, blinking away sleep, before he realized where he was.

Cheryl yawns and stretches when she feels something move off her. She blinks a couple times before she opens her eyes.

Jughead smiled, leaning down to pepper kisses across her face until she woke up completely.

She lets out a giggle as she feels his lips on her face and slowly opens her eyes to see him above her. "Take a picture. They last longer."

"Nah, I'd rather just wake up to this from now on." He pressed one last kiss to her cheek before settling back down against her chest. "What do you want to do with the rest of the day?"

She blushes at his comment and then clears her throat. "You know. I'm kinda hungry."

Jughead smiled at her blush, glad that he could invoke such a reaction. "Me too. I'm always hungry. What do you want to eat?"

"Hmmm. Pops? Since I'm not with my mother anymore. I could totally eat a burger." She licks her lips at the thought.

Jughead grinned. "I'm always up for Pop's." Reluctantly he stood up, stretching out as he did so. "Unfortunately that means we have to get dressed."

She looks down and blushes that she's still just wearing Jug's shirt. "Yeah. Probably a good idea. Although.. we could order a pizza and stay like this?"

Jughead looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. "I'm fine either way. It's up to you." He flopped back down on the end of the couch, keeping his eyes on Cheryl.

She leans over and kisses him. "Do you think we should go to Pops? I mean can you keep your hands off me? No one else knows about us."

Jughead sighed dramatically, pulling Cheryl closer to him. "I dunno, Cheryl. It really depends on whether you can keep your hands off me. Besides, people will talk enough about the two of us eating together anyway." He shrugged. "But I'm game."

Cheryl runs her hand up his chest, thinking. "I dunno if I can." She straddles his lap and kisses his jaw as her nails rake down his chest. "We can go to Pops." With a peck on the lips she climbs off him and makes her way to the bedroom.

Jughead stared at her, quickly following. "You know, that's not such a bad thing. At least people will know you're mine." His tone was light but he smiled a little saying it.

She grins back at him before grabbing some underwear. "Yeah that won't be hard, considering the marks you left."

Jughead laughed, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on. "You didn't seem to mind when I left them."

She flushes and laughs. "My neck happens to be very... sensitive."

Jughead grinned, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her from behind, pressing a light kiss to one of the darker marks. "I can tell. And unfortunately I'm going to have to take this," he tugged on the edge of her shirt, "back. Unless you want me walking into Pop's not wearing a shirt?"

She turns in his arms and smirks. "Maybe I do." She kisses his jaw. "If you want the shirt, you'll have to take it off me." And she pulls him in for a kiss.

Jughead groaned quietly, sliding his hands up the back of her shirt. He pulled back not long after though, not wanting to start something again. "Gladly." He quickly tugged the shirt off of her, eyes roaming her bare chest. "Looks like I left plenty more marks."

Cheryl growls at him pulling away and then whine when he pulls off the shirt. She looks down and blushes at all the marks he left. "Asshole." She mumbles as she goes to search for something to wear

Jughead just laughed, shaking his head before pulling his shirt on. It smelled like her perfume and, while he didn't appreciate smelling so feminine, it was comforting. "Ah, you know you love me. Wear something low cut. Show off all those hickies." He winked at her before continuing. "On second thought, don't. I definitely won't be able to keep my hands off you."

She smirks and pulls on a short red dress with a low cut. "How this?" She twirls for him,

Jughead let out a quiet groan, walking over to her and putting his hands on her hips. "You're trying to kill me."

She kisses his jaw. "If I was trying to kill you, you'd know." She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him closer. "So, am I wearing this to Pops? Do I look good?"

Jughead smiled. "You always look good, baby girl. But now? Good enough to eat." He gave her a quick kiss.

Cheryl flushes and nods quickly. "So are we going to Pops or are you going to stand and tease me, telling me how delicious I look?"

Jughead pulled away from her, grabbing his beanie off the bed and putting it on. "We're going to Pop's. I plan on showing you how delicious you look later."

She blinks then grins. "Okay! Let's go. I want a milkshake too." She walks past him but snatches the beanie of his head and places it on her. "There. I'm ready." With that, leaves the bedroom to grab her shoes.

Jughead snorted, grabbing his shoes and shoving them on before following her out of the room. "You're lucky you're worth it."

She grins and pulls on her heels and adjusts the beanie on her head. "Of Course I'm worth it."

Jughead smiled, kissing her temple and grabbing her hand. "Like L'Oreal?" He paused for a second, shaking his head. "Forget I said that. Let's go. I'm ready to show off my hot girlfriend."

She laughs and walks out the door. "You're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot. And you love me." Jughead insisted, more for his own reassurance than anything. He laced their fingers together, shutting the door behind them.

She rolls her eyes but squeezes his hand. "Do I though?" Her voice lovely and lightly teasing.

"I'm pretty sure," Jughead responded, smiling at her even though he wasn't joking.

She leans and gives him a firm kiss. "Yes. I do. There's no 'pretty sure' about it."

Jughead smiled again, biting his lip to try and contain it. "I'm glad. I love you too. I just..." He swallowed, shaking his head and swinging their hands a few times instead of finishing.

She looks up at him and decides to drop the subject but smiles. "So, To Pops?"

Jughead grinned. "Of course. Gotta treat my girl right. You deserve food if you can put up with me."

"Good cause after all that exercise, I'm hungry." She winks at him.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Ah, well. We can continue later if you want. I could give you something else to eat," his tone was light and teasing, not super serious.

"You sure you want Pops? Cause I'll do a pizza and no clothes too?" She says at she looks back at the door. She gives him a grin.

Jughead smirked. "You love to tease me, don't you. Alright, that sounds good to me if you're up for it."

She gives him a sly smirk and grabs his shirt, pulling him closer. "Only if I get to wear your shirt again after." She lets him go. "And You did promise to show me just how delicious I looked.."

Jughead turned pink, grabbing the girl's waist. "Of course. I might let you ride me in it, if you're lucky." He ran his hands down to her ass and thighs and then back up, leaning his head to talk in her ear. "How's that sound?"

She lets out an embarrassing whine and then blushes a little. "Jug. We're still outside..." when she feels his hands on her ass.

Jughead laughed, pulling his hands off of her. "Yeah, we are. You know, I'm still hungry." He kissed her cheek, pulling back from her completely, raking his eyes across her body. "Wanna guess what I'm hungry for?"

She pushes her thighs together and tries to smirk. "Pizza?"

Jughead shook his head, smirking again. "Nah. Two more guesses."

She whines and pulls on his shirt. "Can't we just go inside and you can tell me?"

Jughead laughed again, taking one of her hands in his own and tugging her towards the door. "Sorry, doll. Not how it works. You have to guess. I have to say, I am enjoying the neediness."

"I don't wanna guess." She growls and kisses him once they reach the door.

Jughead quickly opened the door, pulling her through it with him and pushing her up against the door once it was closed. "Come on, baby girl. Humour me."

She whines and pulls him closer. "And if I get it wrong?" She was Breathless and turned on.

"Well, doll. I guess I'll have to punish you," he growled into her ear, pushing his thigh between her legs. "Maybe I'll take you out in public like this. I won't touch you for hours. Make you squirm."

Cheryl moaned. "Please Jug." She grabbed at his shirt as she squirmed against him, whining.

Jughead pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, pulling away slightly. "I'm tempted to just leave you like this." His hands roamed her body, landing on the backs of her thighs. "Jump, baby girl."

She wraps her arms around his neck and jumps, wrapping her legs around his torso and moaning when she feels his bulge against her.

Jughead pressed her against the wall, grinding his hips into hers. "Couch, bedroom or right here against the wall? Or all three?" He pressed his lips back against her neck, leaving open mouthed kisses.

She moans and then smirks. "I don't think you could do all three. In fact I don't think you could fuck me against the wall." She grinds back just as hard.

Jughead groaned, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. "Babe, you don't have to point out my lack of stamina. And is that a challenge?" He rolled his hips into hers. "I assure you I can do all three. And fuck you against this wall."

Cheryl gasps as she feels him get harder. "Well practice does make perfect and i would love to see you try." She kisses and bites a hickey into his neck

Jughead let out a loud groan, hips instinctively bucking into hers. "Fuck, Cheryl." He figured that he would probably drop her if they stayed so he grabbed her thighs again, stepping back and walking towards the couch.

Cheryl moans when he grabs at her and continues to grind on him while marking up his neck and whining his name.

Jughead turned, sitting on the couch with Cheryl in his lap. He let out a whine as she marked his neck, one of his hands tangling in her hair.

She groans and grabs his hair and pulls his head to the side so she could bite at his neck. She moves his other hand to her ass and pushes herself against him.

Jughead let out a louder moan, tugging at her hair. "Fuck, get this thing off," he growled, tugging at her dress.

She pulls away and pulls the dress over her head before kissing him and tugging at his shirt. "Off."

Jughead pulled away, tugging his shirt over his head and throwing it somewhere. His hands immediately moved, one grabbing her ass and the other tangling in her hair to pull her into a kiss.

She moans into the kiss and grinds against him, tugging on his hair

Jughead groaned against her mouth, lightly biting on her lower lip as he squeezed her ass again, hips bucking up to meet hers.

Cheryl's whining and squirming on him. Feeling his bulge against him. She  breaks the kiss and moans out his name when he bites her lip.

He grabbed one of her hands, running it down his chest and towards his bulge. "Keep making those pretty noises," he half purred, kissing her neck.

She palms him through his jeans as she's whining and grinding on him. "Jug. More. I need more."

Jughead moaned loudly, pushing her up slightly so he could unzip his jeans and pull them off. He yanked her back onto his lap, one hand slipping beneath her panties. "Of course, princess."

Cheryl moans loudly into his neck as she continues to palm him through his boxers while grinding against his hand.

"Fuck," Jughead panted, slipping two fingers into her at once, moaning at how wet she was.

She almost crumbles when he pushes his fingers inside her but she grabs his shoulder and grinds down on them as she pulls down his boxers and licks her lips as she letting out moans.

Jughead lets out a stream of groans, pumping his fingers into her and trying to buck into her hand. "Please, Cheryl, do something."

She moans, biting at his shoulder. She wraps her hand around his dick and slowly fastens her pace around it. She whines. "Jug I need you inside me. Please." Her last few words coming out broken.

"Fuck, okay," Jughead panted, ripping her underwear off of her and pulling her down onto him. He moaned loudly, curses leaving his lips.

She grinds down on him, moaning before pulling herself up and back down on him to get some friction.

Jughead thrusted upward to meet her, hands flying to her hips to help her move. "Shit, just like that," he said breathlessly.

She continues to ride him and meeting his thrusts, she moans. "Fuck. Harder Jug." Her moans slowly turning into whines as she gets needy.

Jughead slammed her down, thrusting as hard as he could. "Cheryl, 'm close," he panted.

She tries to meet his thrusts while also trying to grind on him. She takes one of her hands from his hair and reaches down to touch herself when she rides him. Her Moans getting louder. "Close. Oh my god. Jug. Please." Her voice rough.

Jughead came hard, hips stuttering up as he panted through his release. He kept thrusting, trying to get her to orgasm. "Cum for me, baby girl. You look so pretty when you cum."

Cheryl moans loudly when she feels him cum and grinds down on him as she came. She said His name over and over as she rides her way through her orgasm. Resting her head on his shoulder when she finishes.

Jughead panted, a light sheen of sweat covering his body. He wrapped his arms around Cheryl, pressing a light kiss to her shoulder.

She leans into him as they catch their breath. "I knew you couldn't fuck me against the wall." She teasing. Her voice still rough from moaning.

Jughead sighed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, well, give me a break. I was a virgin until earlier. You're lucky I know how to do anything," his voice was teasing, though slightly husky from use.

She giggles at his voice. "Well You definitely don't fuck like one." She kisses his jaw. "But don't get to cocky with that."

Jughead raised an eyebrow. "A little late for that." He picked her up and set her next to him, tilting his head onto her shoulder. "You love it, though."

She laughs and rolls her eyes. "Idiot. Yes I do." She wraps her arms around him.

Jughead grinned, turning to press a light kiss to the corner of her jaw. "Good. By the way we forgot to use a condom."

She nods. "I know. I can feel your cum seeping out of me." She laughs. "We probably should get cleaned up so I don't make a mess everywhere."

Jughead groaned halfheartedly. "It'd take so much energy to actually walk to the bathroom. But fine, if that's what you want. Shower?" He offered, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I would say bath.. but knowing us, it might just turn into around round of sex. So shower it is, since you can't fuck me against a wall yet." She winks as she slowly gets up, trying not to make a mess.

Jughead sighed, standing up and walking towards the bathroom. "That was a low blow, Blossom. I'm just not super coordinated with, like, holding people and fucking them at the same time." He shrugged, turning to look at her.

She giggles and follows him to the bathroom. "I said yet! You'll get there. Especially if you're stuck with me."

Jughead grinned, turning the shower on. "I have a feeling you'll be a great teacher." He turned to wink at her, taking her hand and lightly tugging her into the shower with him.

She squeals with the water hits her skin and moves closer to him. "I don't know.. you're already a bit of a natural. You sure you were a virgin?" She steps back into the water and turns away from him to wet her face.

Jughead smiled, admiring her. "Yeah, very sure. No one really wants to sleep with a freak. And, of course, no one was worth my time. Before you."

She turns and looks over her shoulder. "Well it turns out the Queen wanted to sleep with the Freak. Many times." She gives him a smile before wetting her hair and reach over to pull him under the water.

Jughead hummed slightly in agreement, leaning down to kiss her forehead before letting the water wash over him. "The Queen has slept with the Freak many times," he pointed out with a small smile. "Well, more than once."

"And she plans on sleeping with him even more." She winks at him before putting some shampoo in her hair.

Jughead laughed, grabbing the soap and rubbing it gently across Cheryl's torso. "Well, I certainly hope she would."

She looks down at his hands and raises a brow. "Are we washing each other now?" She takes some of the soap in her hands and drags it down his chest.

Jughead shrugged slightly. "Might as well. I'm just trying to help~" His voice was light, as close to happy as he got.

"Well, if you want to help. Get my back?" She winks, turns around and moves her hair out of the way.

"Of course," He said, rubbing his soapy hands up and down her back, pausing to rub her shoulders.

She moans lightly at his hands rubbing her shoulders and runs some water through her hair.

Jughead just smiled again, pulling his hands away from her. "Now, you have to return the favour." His voice stayed light as he turned around, gesturing towards his back.

"Of course I do." She gasps at his back once she turns around then laughs.

"Let me guess. I have claw marks everywhere?" He asked, sounding amused. "Can't blame me for that, kitten."

She's giggling now. "It looks like you've been mauled by an animal!"

"Well, fuck, man. You're lucky I basically never have to be shirtless." He twisted to look at her, amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Maybe next time I won't let you touch me." He winked, grinning at her.

She gasps and blinks for a second but grinning. "if you say something like that, it better happen. " she winks and watches his chest.

Jughead laughed, raising an eyebrow. "I usually mean what I say, doll. You're into that though, aren't you? Getting pinned down?"

She smirks. "I'm into a lot of things. Getting pinned down? That might be one of them."

Jughead shook his head with a smile, pushing his damp hair back. "And the daddy kink. And clawing the ever living fuck out of my back, apparently."

She laughs. "Yes. I happen to like it rough. I didn't see you complaining though."

"There wasn't anything to complain about," he replied with a small smirk.

"Why? Cause I was on my knees dripping after giving you a blowjob when I called you daddy? Or cause you were fucking me so hard that I couldn't help clawing at you?" She says in an innocent voice.

Jughead's lips parted and his eyes widened for a moment before he regained his cool. "Damn straight." He reached around her, turning the water off. "You should show me the other stuff you're into some time. I'm eager to learn," he purred, voice soft but confident.

She gets closer to him and whispers in his ear. "I don't know if you can handle that stuff just yet." And leaves the shower.

Jughead was definitely intrigued. He stepped out of the shower, temporarily ignoring the fact that he was dripping water everywhere. "Oh, come on. I'm sure it isn't that intense. I just want to give my baby girl what she needs."

She turns and grins at him like her prey. "I know you do. But it'll have to be for another day." She grabs two towels and hands him one. "Now. Pizza?"

Jughead accepted the towel, starting to dry his hair. "Yeah, of course. I'm always hungry." He smiled at her. "And I seem to recall that a certain someone wanted my shirt?"

She wraps her hair in a towel and nods. "Yep! You order the pizza. Anything is good. I'm going to go steal your shirt." She walks out of the bathroom.

Jughead laughed, wrapping the towel around his waist and following her into the living room. "Does that mean I get to wear yours?" He teased, raising an eyebrow instead of smiling.

She rolls her eyes and she picks up his shirt and throws it on. "If you want to, but I doubt you'll fit." She laughs.

Jughead smiled, shaking his head. "Yeah, no, I'd rather not. We totally don't have the same sense of style." He kept with his light tone of voice as he pulled his phone out of his discarded jeans pocket.

She laughs and she goes to the kitchen to grab a drink to leave him to ordering the food.

Jughead called and ordered two pizzas before throwing his phone onto the couch. He dropped the towel and pulled his boxers on, joining his girlfriend in the kitchen afterward.

Cheryl climbed on the counter to grab a glass and turned when she heard footsteps. "Did you order it?"

"Yep. Two cheese pizzas." He smiled. "You know, you look good in that shirt. You should wear it to school." He commented, hoping that it went over well as he went to get a glass.

She sits down on the counter and looks at him. "What happened to us wanting to ease people into the idea?" She teases slightly.

Jughead rolled his eyes, walking over and putting an arm on either side of her legs. "So is that a no? Wow, Cheryl, you wound me." He teased, still hoping that she would. "It would be a break from the cliche. The cheerleader isn't dating the jock."

She wraps her arms around his neck. "I didn't say no." She kisses his jaw. "You know if you put some leather on, it would be a cheerleader falls for the bad boy cliche."

Jughead smiled when he felt her lips on his jaw. "You want to see me in leather? I have a nice surprise for you then. Of course, I might not be able to wear it now. Gotta avoid cliches, you know."

she smirks then blinks innocently at him. "You know leather happens to be a huge turn on for me. I can't resist a guy in a leather jacket.." she fakes a sigh. "But of course that would be to cliche for you, right?"

Jughead sighed, pretending to consider it. "You might be able to persuade me to put on leather. If you're willing to wear my shirt in public, I'll wear the jacket. How's that?"

She glances down at the shirt then back at him. "I want one of your flannels instead. If I have to wear it outside. Plus it has to be clean. This shirt is definitely not clean." She laughs.

Jughead laughed, shaking his head at her. "I meant in general, Cheryl. Not that specific shirt. But sure, you can have one of my flannels. And why a flannel? Do you have something against my shirts?" His tone turned light towards the end, clearly teasing her.

She rolls her eyes and laughs. "In general. Yes I'm all for stealing boyfriends shirts and wearing them in public. As for why a flannel? Because I can make it look cute. I really like the blue one you always wear." She bat her lashes at him. "And i won't mind these shirts but I doubt I'd wear them in public because Cheryl Blossom, dresses to impress. Not wears a shirt that's practically a dress on her."

Jughead snorts, pretending to be offended. "And here I thought that Cheryl Blossom could make anything work. For what it's worth, I think you look better in that than the stuff you usually wear. And fine, sure, I'll give you my blue flannel. But I better get it back, it's one of my favourites."

She giggles. "I know. And You probably won't get it back. Just saying that now." She kisses him. "And trust me, Cheryl Blossom doesn't pull off a lot of things."

Jughead laughed. "You sure were pulling off a lot of things earlier. But fine, I guess I can sacrifice my favourite flannel. I am surprised that you didn't want the red one, though. Is Cheryl Blossom, the queen of red, changing her aesthetic for me, Riverdale's Emo Freak?"

She rolls her eyes. "I knew you were going to say that, you pig." She leans against the cabinets behind her and smirks. "Oh I plan on taking that one too when you're not looking."

"Come on, Cheryl, you have to leave me with SOME clothes. I have a whole thing going. I'm always wearing at least two flannels. How am I supposed to do that if you take them all?" He teased, shaking his head in mock exasperation.

She grins. "You're not. Remember? I wear your clothes and you wear leather." She kisses him. "We made a deal remember?"

"I could still wear the flannel under the leather," Jughead insisted. "It's my aesthetic, babe. I'll wear leather for you but I wear flannel for the people." He smiled at her, scanning her face. He truly enjoyed how happy and relaxed she looked, even if he was acting like an idiot.

She grins. "But you aren't here to please the people. You're here to please me. And if I'm wearing flannel, you wear leather? We can't both be wearing it. We'd clash and I will not stand next to you let alone go near you if that happens." She teases.

Jughead groaned, tilting his head back. "You're killing me! What if I wore it around my waist? That's subtle enough. Don't make me choose between you and my first love."

Cheryl raises a brow. "Can your first love make you cum three times on the first date?"

"Do you really want to know?" Jughead teased back, leaning forward a little to look her right in the eye.

She makes a disgusted face and pushes him away softly. "Ew. No. I don't want them if that's the case." She teases. "And you can go back to them because apparently I was doing extra work when they could have been going it." She pokes her tongue out at him.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But really, why do you think I love them so much?" He said with a serious expression. "They're better than you'll ever know." Jughead nodded solemnly, his eyes still lighthearted as he held both her hands to pull them off his chest.

She crinkles her nose. "Gross. Can't you use your hands like the rest of us?" She teases. "Better than me?? Maybe I should try it?" She leans over and whispers in his ear. "I bet you'd like that. Walking in to see me touching myself while wearing one of your flannels or using it to get me off. I bet it could make me scream."

Jughead groaned, smiling a little. "So naughty, Cheryl. And yes, I would like that. Very much so. However, I wouldn't say they're better than you. They don't leave quite so many marks, though."

"Maybe one day, I'll surprise you with that." She kisses down his jaw. "And I didn't leave any marks when I gave you that blowjob." She smirks.

"Fair point, fair point. I'm pretty sure I left some nail marks on you, though. You are definitely gifted with that mouth and not just for roasting people." Jughead said, tilting his head up to give her access to his neck.

"Yeah?" She slowly makes her way down his neck. "Most guys say I have pretty lips. Good for sucking." She leaves another hickey. "But you see. There's more than one way to use your mouth to get a boy to cum." She bites down on his neck.

Jughead groaned, instinctively leaning into her. "Don't bring up other guys while I'm half naked in your kitchen. But please, show me how.”

She grins against his mouth. "I really don't think you're ready for that, Forsythe." 

"Fuck, Cheryl, stop being such a tease. Do you want me to say please?" Jughead half growled, pressing his body against hers, pinning her to the cabinets.

She gasps then smirks. "Oh but Forsythe. If you want me to touch you, then we can't do that thing I was talking about." She leans forward and whispers in his ear. "You see, I can make a boy cum in his pants without touching him. I use my words. My moaning. Watch me beg for you and all I'll have you cumming without laying a finger on you."

Jughead groaned, hands grabbing her hips. "I think we've established that I will cum just from listening to you. Your voice is so pretty, especially when you're screaming my name."

She laughs. "But could you do it if you weren't touching me? If no one was touching you? Could you stand here while I squirm as I beg you to fuck me. Tell you how much I love to be held down and if you tie me up, I'll sound even prettier. Could you listen to me whining it your ear to touch me? Anything?" She's got her hands next to her as she leans over and whispering in his ear. "Could you stand here and listen to me moan for you while I touch myself?"

"I don't think I could keep my hands off you for that long, no." Jughead's voice was husky from list. He cleared his throat, trying not to look so affected by her words. "But if I could, I'd bust a nut immediately anyway." He squeezed her hips, as if to emphasize his first point.

She smirks at him as she pulls away. "Yeah? Cause you look pretty turned on just by the words." She bats her lashes. "You wouldn't want to see me spread out and begging for you while I touch myself? Or moaning for your cock to fill me? You wouldn't like for me to describe how much I'd want you to fuck me anywhere and everywhere? Or maybe even describe what I'd do if I let you finger me in public. In a booth at Pops.."

Jughead gaped at her, hands tightening on her. "Fuck, you're good. Keep talking." He lightly ground his hips into hers unconsciously. "I would love to, you know. Finger you in public. Just so that's out there." His voice was slightly breathless because of her words.

She used her thighs to stop him. "No cheating." She leans back and scans his face. "Hm. I'm a slut for that. Maybe one day, I'll wear a nice little skirt for you and forget some underwear. I'll let you run your hand over my thighs before you touch me and I'll be soaked. Waiting for your fingers. For something. Only I won't be able to moan or whine about it. Maybe one of your friends will be sitting across from us completely unaware that I'm soaking wet for you, Jug." She moans out the last few words.

Jughead let out a long groan, burying his head into the crook of her neck. "Shit. I'm so hard it hurts. Keep talking, I'm fucking close." His voice was a growl, lips brushing against her neck before he bit his lip to keep his moans in.

She whines and squirms a little out of his grasp. "I'd let you touch me with everyone's talking. At first I'd try to hide the whine and you test it. Tease me. You'll feel how wet I am and try not to moan yourself. I'd let you slip as many fingers as you want in and fuck me with them while I'm eating or talking to whoever's with us. I'd try not to grind on your fingers and it would make me even more wet. Knowing no one else knows what's going on except us. You'd touch my clit and I'd try not to come then. Because I want your fingers inside me for as long as possible. Mhm." She whines and reaches in between her legs to touch herself. "Maybe you'd stop and let me calm down before you bring me right back to the edge. Maybe you'd make me cum, feeling me tighten around your fingers."

Jughead let out a stream of curses before he came, panting. "Well, fuck, there goes my dignity. I did not last long," his voice was light but breathless, small pants punctuating his words. He pulled his head away from her before moving her hand and replacing it with his own. 

"Fuck." She moans when his hand replaces hers. "Jug." She rests her head on his shoulder as she grinds into his hand.

Jughead added a third finger, pumping faster. "Come for me, kitten. Make a mess. Let go." He smirked, grabbing her hip with his other hand to keep her still.

She lets out a whine as she cums all over Jug's hand. She pants a little before pulling away from his neck and leaning on the cabinets behind her. "I definitely didn't think that would happen."

Jughead pulled his hand away from her, licking his fingers clean before responding. "Didn't think what would happen? I mean, aside from the fact that I just made you cum all over the Mayor's counter. So naughty, Cheryl."

Cheryl almost lets out a small moan at that. She shakes her head and smirks. "You know, usually I end up finishing myself off. But you seem to enjoy making me cum."

Jughead nodded, smiling at her. "Well, yeah. You look so pretty when you're all wrecked for me. Shouldn't I enjoy making you cum?"

She smiles back. "I'm not saying you shouldn't. If anything, it makes you more attractive." She kisses him.

Jughead kissed back happily before pulling back. "Hell yeah. So, how much longer do you think the pizza man will be?"

She giggles. "Hopefully not too long. I'm starving."

Jughead laughed, shaking his head. "A woman after my heart." He carefully grabbed her thighs, pulling her close to him and picking her up before walking them back to the living room.

She squeals when he picks her up and wraps her arms around his neck. "I can walk you know!" 

Jughead dropped her on the couch, flopping next to her. "Yeah, well, I don't get to show off that way. You have to answer the door when the pizza man shows up. I don't want to get up. Also, you made me cum in my underwear and I don't have any other pairs here."

She kisses his cheek. "Well you asked for it." She glances down at his boxers. "I'm sure Mr McCoy has a pair you can borrow." She tugs at the shirt she's still wearing. "The pizza man would definitely love a little show from me seeing as I'm not wearing any underwear." She smirks.

"True, I did ask for it. And gross, I really don't want his underwear but I don't really have any choices. And nope, you're not getting pizza if you don't put underwear on." Jughead said, his expression semi serious.

Cheryl pulls herself off the couch. "Why not? Jealous he'll see something?"

Jughead grabbed her hand and pulled her into his lap. "Yes. Because no one gets to see you like this but me."

The doorbell rings. She grins at him. "Then maybe you should get that pizza before I go and get it."

Jughead stared at her for a second before standing up, lighting pushing her off of him. "Oh, fuck you, Cheryl." He grabbed his wallet and opened the door, keeping most of his body hidden.

She laughs as she watches him get the pizza. "You already did!" 

Jughead snorted, closing the door with his foot in the face of the scandalized delivery man before carrying the pizza boxes over to the couch. "Yeah, well, whatever. I'm sure I'll do it again."

Cheryl laughs and reaches for a box. She moans when she opens it and smells the pizza. "I'm starving." She glances at Jughead and winks. "You're sure you'll fuck me again? How sure are you?" 

Jughead grabbed a piece of pizza, pretending to think about her words. "Well, considering I just made you cum all over your counter, I'd say very sure. You can't resist me." He took a bite of pizza, keeping his eyes on Cheryl. 

She gapes at him then grins. "Well if we're going by that, since I made you cum in your boxers without touching you, I'd say you're just as bad." She reaches over and grabs a slice. Moaning when she bites into it.

Jughead smiled, continuing to eat his pizza. "Well, I'm fine with that. More fun for me. Besides, you loved watching me whine for you, don't lie."

She eats the slice she has before replying. "I definitely loved watching you moan and whine for me. That might just be one of my hidden kinks." She teases.

Jughead grinned, finishing his slice. "I am perfectly fine with that as long as I get to return the favour." He winked at her before grabbing another slice of pizza.

She laughs. "You wish, Forsythe." She puts the box on the side table and stands up to stretch.

Jughead raised his eyebrows. "You saying you don't think that I can? I'd love to prove you wrong." His eyes scanned her body, enjoying the sight of her in his shirt.

She shakes her head and she stretches her arms up. "I know you can do it. You've done it three times. Now Forsythe. Eat your pizza. I'm going to get you a clean pair of boxers."

Jughead just laughed, shaking his head and grabbing another slice of pizza. "So bossy, Blossom. But yes, thank you, because these are fucking uncomfortable."

She waves him off as she goes and grabs him a pair of boxers and herself a pair of underwear.

"Hey, Cheryl? Why do you keep calling me Forsythe? I'm not complaining, just curious. It's been almost ten years since somebody called me that." Jughead commented, stretching his arms out.

She returns wearing red lace underwear under his shirt. and handing him some black boxers. "Here." She sits down and grabs another slice of pizza. "I dunno. I always liked that name."

Jughead stood, changing out of his cum soaked underwear into the pair she gave him, appreciating the red lace she had chosen for herself. "Better than Jughead?" He teased her, smiling.

She thinks for a minute before nodding. "Yep." She takes a bite out the pizza with a smirk.

Jughead shook his head, sitting down next to her. "I disagree with you on that." He grabbed another slice of pizza and took a rather large bite.

She looks at him. "Why don't you like it?"J

ughead stared at her for a second. He'd never actually been asked. "Well, my dad is named Forsythe. So's his dad. I didn't want to be them, I guess. Didn't want to end up like that. I wanted to be me. Bad choice, I know, but whatever. No one's actually asked about that before, by the way." He gave her a small smile. "That's why I'm Jughead Jones the Third. It's technically Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third. I just didn't want to live with that name."

Cheryl nods. "Well I think Forsythe would suit you just as well as Jughead. You could make it your own. If you wanted to, Of Course. And You're dad goes by FP, not Forsythe. And I asked because if we're dating, I want to know you. Why Jughead? Not something else?" She leans into his shoulder.

Jughead smiled a little, wrapping his arm around her. "I've been the weird kid my whole life. I've always been the outcast. I didn't really want to be but I didn't have a choice. I did have a choice with my name. I figured that if people were going to insult me anyway, I might as well do it first. I mean, how will they be able to insult me by calling me stupid if that's my name? So I went with Jughead. Not too insulting but definitely not a name. I got to be the first." He shrugged. "Now I'm Jughead."

She smiles up at him. "Well That makes sense. But I still like Forsythe. But if you want me to call you Jughead instead, I can." She snuggles into him.

Jughead kissed her head, squeezing her shoulder. "Nah, I'll make an exception for you. Just maybe not in public. I do have a reputation, you know." He smiled down at her, feeling completely at home when he was with her.

"Good. I don't know if I could be able to help myself." She smiles at him.

Jughead raised an eyebrow. "And what do you mean by that?"

"I'm just saying. Forsythe sounds sexier to me." She shrugs.

Jughead smiled, kissing her head again. "Alright, you win, Cherry."

She smirks. "Of Course I do. I am Queen Cherry."

"Hey, don't make me show you who's boss," Jughead teased before looking down at her. "Should I call you my queen now?"

“You don't have the balls to do that." She teases right back. "I'm everyone's queen babe."

"Does that make me king?" Jughead asked lightly, playing with her hair. "And I'm pretty sure that you know i do have the balls to do that."

She looks up at him and thinks for a moment. "Hmm. If you let me wear your crown in public, I'll let you be King." She pushes against him lightly. "Do I know that? You may have balls. But to show me who's boss? I don't think so." She teases.

Jughead sighed, looking down at her. "Public how? A few hours at Pop's, maybe, but I don't know about school. You've already claimed most of my flannels." He lightly pulled her into his lap, facing him. "And oh yes I do, baby girl. You trying to christen every room in this house?"

She turns and straddles his lap. She leans in and whispers. "How about I wear it while you fuck me and it'll be the same thing?"

Jughead groaned, hands resting on her hips. "I might be into that. Just a little bit."

She smirks and rolls her hips with his. "Only a little bit? Not even if that was the only thing I was wearing?"

Jughead let out a louder groan, hands tightening on her hips. "Okay, fine, more than a little bit. Wasn't I supposed to be in control here?"

She kisses his jaw and wraps her arms around his neck. "Like I said, You have no balls for that."

Jughead just flipped them, pinning her down onto the couch. He grabbed her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head. "Wanna bet?" He growled into her ear before rolling his hips into hers.

She lets out gasp and grinds up against him, lightly trying to tug her hands free. "Do your worst, Jones." She pants out.

Jughead tightened his grip on her hands, holding himself up with his knees to keep Cheryl from moving her hips into his. "Gladly." He pressed gentle, barely-there kisses to her neck to see how much she would squirm. "You look so pretty like this. All pinned down under me, wanting to touch me so bad. You can barely keep your hands off me for ten minutes. What would your mother say if she knew what you did behind her back? You're such a naughty girl, Cheryl."

Pushing her thighs together, she teases him right back. "What? You want me to moan out your name? Whine and squirm while I soak my panties? Beg you to touch me? Fuck me?"

Jughead smiled, biting down on her neck. "Of course, baby girl. I want to hear you lose that pretty voice of yours. I want you to beg for me before I even begin to touch you. I don't want to just fuck you, doll. I'm gonna wreck you." He pressed a light kiss to her jaw after he finished speaking, pulling away to watch her reaction.

Cheryl moans when he bites at her neck. She's gasping and lets out a whine as she squirms, pushing her thighs together. "You'll have to try harder than that, Forsythe."

Jughead shoved one of his legs between hers to keep her from getting anything, making sure it was far enough down that she couldn't grind against it. "I have very little experience with this, you know," he reminded, smirking slightly. "But if this isn't doing it for you, I could always go grab my belt and take this to the bedroom." He peppered kisses across her collarbone before continuing. "I could always just leave."

She gapes at him before She growls. "If you leave, I'll strangle you." She tries to grind on something and ends up squirming under him. Her underwear soaked now.

"Aw, baby girl, I don't think you could reach my neck," he teased, moving his free hand to barely rest on her waist, making sure not to touch her skin. "But oh well, I guess I'm not doing much for you." He traced shapes into her hipbone, his touch light. "Maybe I should just stop." He pulled his hand away, brushing his fingers down her thigh as he did.

She pouts and bats her lashes. "Please Daddy. Don't stop." She arches her back as she tries to grind on the couch.

Jughead's hand immediately returned to her hip, pushing them down so she couldn't move them. "Alright, baby girl. Daddy has a few rules." He let go of her wrists slowly before continuing. 

"Rule number one, you can't touch me. Rule number two, you can't cum until I say you can." Jughead kissed down her neck again, pushing her shirt up a little bit. He  rested his fingertips right above the hem of her underwear, glancing up to check her expression.

She blinks back the haze of lust and lets out a small whine but nods at his words. The second she feels his fingers near her, she grinds her hips up.

Jughead held her hips down again. "Now now, baby girl. What was rule number one? That includes trying to grind on me. You don't want Daddy to punish you, do you?" He leaned down, letting his breath fan across her neck as he spoke.

She whines and teases back "What would you do, Daddy? If I touched you? If I ruined your fun and touched myself, making myself cum?" She squirms and grinds back into the couch as she pulls one of her hands down. 

Jughead shook his head, acting disappointed. "I wouldn't touch you for a week," he answered, voice sincere and confident. "I could do it, you know. I was a virgin before you, I can easily go back to using my hand." He nipped at her jawline. "Besides, you know my fingers feel better than yours. I've made you cum more times today than you have in your entire life. Do you really want to ruin that, kitten?"His words made her hand stop at her waist. 

"You wouldn't dare. I don't believe you. You would go a whole week without me on my knees for you? Me spread on on a bed, moaning your name as I beg for your hands, your cock? You'd be able to keep your hands to yourself if I whined as I touched myself while wearing one of your flannels. Or maybe I'll use a toy and make myself scream.." she keeps her hand on her waist as she decides on what she wants to do.

Jughead figured she'd retaliate and pulled almost completely away from her. "As much as I love to see you on your knees, I'm sure I could last a week. I could just imagine the things I'd do to you after the week was up, if you lasted that long. Come on, kitten. You know no toy can do what I do." His hand skimmed the top of her underwear again, tugging it down ever so slightly. "No toy could make you scream the way I can. Do you really want to go a week without me and my mouth, Cheryl?" Cheryl almost moans at the thought of his mouth. "You haven't made me scream yet Daddy." She definitely feels herself dripping when his hands pull at her underwear but she keeps her hips in place.

Jughead kissed her jawline, pulling her underwear off quickly. "Just wait, baby girl." He moved back a bit, pressing gentle kisses up her inner thighs, nipping every so often.

Cheryl spreads her legs a little more, hoping he'd touch her or something. "Please Daddy." She whines out. Her hands went to her own hair needing something to hold onto.

"So needy for me. You're soaked, baby girl." He lightly ran one finger up her slit before holding it up to her mouth. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

She gives him an innocent look "Yes Daddy." she licks her juices off his finger and moans. "Mmmm Daddy. Almost as yummy as yours."

Jughead smirked, trying to look unaffected. Instead of responding, he pushed one finger into her, not moving. "How bad do you want to touch me? To run your hands through my hair?" He commented nonchalantly.

She whines. "Daddy, please. Let me tug on your hair, touch you. Please. I'll make you feel good. Daddy. I'll get down my knees and let you fuck my mouth. Mmm. I wanna taste you daddy. Please." She's trying not to move so he'll do something to her. 

That was it for Jughead. "Go ahead and touch me, then." He half growled, adding another finger into her and pumping quickly, curling his fingers upward. He used his other hand to palm himself through his boxers, desperate for something. Cheryl grabs him by the hair and pulls him in for a kiss as she grinds on his fingers, moaning. She snakes a hand down and shoves his hand away so she can grab him through his boxers.

Jughead let out a loud moan, bucking into her hand and tangling his now free hand into her hair. He added a third finger into her, pumping as hard as he could. He pressed his thumb to her clit, trying to get her to cum before he did. 

She moans loudly and arches her back. "Daddy. No. No. Please. Fuck me. Daddy." Her voice turning into whines as she pulls his boxers off to touch him.

Jughead immediately pulled his hand from her, sucking his fingers clean before grinning at her. "As you wish, princess." He thrusted into her, waiting a few moments before pulling out and thrusting in again, setting a fast rhythm.

She moans loudly when he enters her. She grabs at his hair with one hand and claws at his back with the other as he fucks her. "Daddy, harder." She whines as she wraps her legs around his waist and tries grind into him while he's thrusting into her.

"What was that?" Jughead asked, slowing down. "I couldn't hear you. You need to speak louder, baby girl." He continued slowing down until he was barely moving, enjoying her expression.

She whines and pulls him closer. "Please daddy. I need you. I need you to fuck me hard. Please. Wanna feel your cum drip outta me. Daddy." She's panting and grinds on him, desperate.

Jughead sped up but not by much, smirk still on his face. "Come one, kitten, I know you can scream louder than that." He angled his hips and thrusted a bit harder, dipping his head down to attack her neck again.

She lets a high pitched whine as he changed angles. She's pulling at his hair and moaning, "Daddy. Please. Please Daddy."

Jughead sped up, thrusting much harder to get her to keep whining. "Fuck, shit, I'm close," he panted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her chest. "Keep moaning, baby girl."

She could feel herself close. "Please Daddy. Wanna cum. Daddy please." Her nails raking his scalp as she tries to grind harder and spread her legs, something anything. "Please daddy I want to cum in me. Please let me cum."

Jughead groaned, almost losing his rhythm as he came. "Fuck, let go, kitten. Come for daddy. Show me how much you love daddy's cock." He pressed his thumb to her clit again, trying to push her over the edge.

As she feels him cum, she tightens around him and grinding into him, milking him through as she cums too. She lets out a moan and pulls him down for a kiss as she grinds on him, riding her high.

Jughead lightly bit her lower lip, as he slowly stopped thrusting. He pulled away from her, giving her a smile. "See. Told you I could  take control."

She smirks. "Or did I just get you to fuck me hard when you were going tease me?" She kisses him again then pulls her hands from his hair.

Jughead pouted at her, figuring that he looked ridiculous with his messy hair. "Why can't you just let me have this? You enjoyed it either way. And, I mean, technically I was doing all the work so...I'd say I was in control."

Cheryl kisses his pout. "This one time. You can have it, Daddy." She winks then laughs.

Jughead smiled, kissing her again. "Good. And completely random but I'm pretty fucking sure we are going to ruin this couch by the end of the weekend." He laughed, pulling out of her completely before flopping onto her chest.

She giggles and nods. "Probably. I'm going to have to buy Mayor McCoy a new couch." She wraps her arms around him.

"I can't be blamed. It isn't my fault you keep saying stuff that gets us horny." He nuzzled into her chest, still smiling.