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Your POV
Jughead gripped me by my waist and directed me to the basement of my friend's house. He sits down on the couch and I feel his hands reach for me to pull me on top of him, straddling his lap. A hand reaches for the small of my back as he presses me forward slightly. I can feel his lips ghost over my neck and collarbones before returning to my lips. At first his kisses are gently but they soon turn hungry and leave my lips sore.
After a while, Jughead reaches for his cigarettes while I'm still on his lap, bending me forward playfully and kissing my neck as he does so. As he brings us back up, I can see him undressing me with his eyes. He lights up the cigarette and blows it into my face before reconnecting our lips. The taste of his mouth has instantly changed and he puts the cigarette out so that he can rest both his hands on my legs, rubbing up and down. I take Jughead by the hair and run my fingers through it as he begins to leave a hickey on my neck. When I look down into his eyes, I can't help but admire the sadness of them.
"When I'm with you, nothing else matters, Y/N," he mutters into my neck before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
