Poisonous kisses- riverdale story

Chapter 8

"M-Malia that you?" Looking up to see his grey beanie, black curls and leather jacket walking up to me. He grabbed me into an embrace as a stood up shacking in his arms putting me head into the crook of his neck breathing in his coffees scent. it was night when he'd came.
"Let's get you inside, hmmm?" He questioned pulling me away from his warmth.

"N-noo I-I wanna stay out here.... where I belong.. with all the rest of his one night stands and women he through away...I-I'm nothing. NOTHING! DO YA HEAR.... nothing." I cried out into the cold winds of the night looking back at my feet letting my angry out on jugs chest beating on it as he tried to keep me still in his arms as I waved my arms at him.

"M-Malia. Stop!" He grabbed my wrist pulling me over his shoulder opening my door to my trailer throwing me inside on top of my ravished couch that's had my clothes still scarred around from my current events.

"Tell me what he did," jughead questioned me sitting besides me wrapping me up inside of his arms once again.

"Oh handsome, I am none of your problems." I sighed standing up. My hair still plated to my face in a curly brown mop on my head, mascara running down my cheeks. He got up putting his hand on my cheek rubbing my mascara smudged cheeks.

"Listen, i know we don't know each other to well but Im here for you right now." After awhile of a hug he pulled away. His clothes were moister from mine and him being in the rain with me.

" you shoulda probably changed," he said noticing that I was only in his jacket a bra and shorts. He looked down embarrassed.

"Ohh... it's ok you can look it doesn't bother me." Moving towards my room were my underwear hung from my bed post and the room still smelling of the faint smell of sweat and passion. He looked around at the room taking in the sight.

"D-did he hurt you? I heard about the bruises he used to leave you." He said turning around so I could get dressed. When I heard that come out of his mouth I started to laugh knowing exactly what he meant. Sweets never really hit me unless I deserved it. Me and him shared a few kinks.... and sometimes me and him would get rough. During tho last few days and weeks of me being in Riverdale we were having sex almost everyday like it was the last time we would ever see or touch each other again.

"Omg... is that really what people said? Me and him we had um.... kinks, fetish's if you will." I said pulling on a shirt and pair of booty shorts holding a pair of hand cuffs in front of his fast as his back was still turned to me. Leaning over him as I stood on my bed with a huge smile plastered on my face he turned around checks bright red.

"Oh.*nervous laugh* well then do you wanna talk about anything thing?" He asked walking back into my living room.

"Tone honest jughead I just want to watch some tv with you and not talk about anything." He sat on my couch turning the tv on going to Netflix and playing Lucifer.

"Oooo yes I love this show. I wish I could pay a therapist with sex." I said laughing along with jug laying my head on his shoulder and cuddling up next to him. His black curls perfectly in place his green eyes staring at the tv with his hands on the couch and his other arm on the armrest. My god did he look sexy. Shaking those thoughts outta my head I remember he had a girlfriend. Not only did he have a gf but I couldn't get with one of sweets friends and be a whore. Right?