Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do NOT own Riverdale. I wrote this when I was watching season 2. Partly inspired by Lolita novel. Age gap relationship(older man younger woman) in this story. If you don't like it, DO NOT proceed. Don't say I didn't warn you! Anyway, I guess too much anime led me to a Japanese title but obviously we know who it is about.
Bitch. A complete bitch.
FP knew how much of a bitch Cheryl was, humiliating him like that in Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, in full view of everyone over there.
He knew that she was pissed off about her brother's death and her father's suicide but the way she was behaving was unacceptable.
This man was smart enough to not cause a scene at the diner, for he feared that he would lose his job there and to further ruin his reputation.
However, he was rather gobsmacked of the fact that this bitch was in bed with him at a decent motel room outside of Riverdale.
Cheryl Blossom, the melodramatic teenager of Riverdale High, was naked in bed with the leader of the Southside Serpents.
The teenager was on her cellphone, scrolling through Instagram, barely dropping any 'likes' on the photos that popped up on her feed.
"I'm gonna get some cigarettes, you want anything?" FP said, getting out of bed, looking for his clothes.
"Eww, I hate those!" Cheryl said as she pulled the phone away from her view, giving him a disgusted look.
FP chuckled.
"Silly girl, you had some of those when you were drunk!"
Cheryl rolled her eyes dismissively.
"Oh, gawd."
As FP was getting dressed, he fumbled around the motel room, searching for his Glock.
"What're you looking for?" Cheryl asked, back on her cellphone.
"My Glock," FP replied.
"For fuck's sake, do you really need it when you're just heading to the gas station or something?"
"Crazy people are everywhere, Cheryl,"
"You're the craziest man I've ever known," Cheryl scoffed.
At last, FP found it hidden under a pile of Cheryl's clothes.
The man placed it in the inner pocket of his hoodie.
"You sure you don't want anything, girlie?" FP asked as he picked up the motel keys.
The teenager thought for a moment, then she made a list of her request.
"Get me a can of Cherry Coke, a bag of Cheetos, and the latest issue of People magazine," Cheryl said, putting on her sweetest smile, just to annoy FP Jones.
"Gawd, you're so high maintenance," FP said as he rolled his eyes, vexed.
"By the way, Cheryl, if you're gonna snack a lot on Cheetos, you're gonna be fat," he added, wanting to annoy Cheryl.
Cheryl bit her lower lip.
"I get that, FP! I might be having my PMS, so if you don't do as I say, I might scream at you."
FP put his hands up as a sign of defeat.
"Take care of yourself, girlie. I'll be back soon," FP said as he walked out of the door, closing it shut and locking it from the outside.
FP Jones walked off to the closest shop to the motel, which was Casey's General Store.
The man in his late forties entered it, greeted by a staff from the cashier, whom was a young Caucasian lady.
FP grinned back at her, admiring her cute smile.
He immediately got back to his chores list.
Feeling slightly awkward, he walked over to the magazines rack, seeking the latest issue of People's magazine. He flipped through one of the copies, wondering about its contents and what made Cheryl so religious of getting a copy of every issue. He cringed at the pages of celebrity gossip.
And, he was off to the snacks isle, after dropping a copy of the magazine into his shopping basket. He scanned it, then grabbed a bag of Cheetos for Cheryl and a bag of Lay's for himself.
Why do I even bother to do chores for this girl? We're just fuck buddies for crying out loud! FP thought, cursing in his mind.
FP shook the thoughts out of his head as he placed a can of cold Cherry Coke and a can of Heineken into the shopping basket.
Lastly, he headed over to the cashier to obtain his packet of cigarettes. The cashier gazed at him, unable to resist his charm, as she scanned the items that he had in the shopping basket.
"For your girlfriend?" the girl asked, picking up the copy of People magazine, scanning the barcode.
"Uhhh….." FP said, unable to conjure up an accurate answer for her question.
Cheryl wasn't his girlfriend, he was absolutely sure of that but he refrained from wanting to label her as his 'fuck buddy' to the adorable cashier in front of him.
He decided to be polite and said, "We're kinda seeing each other."
"Awww, that's sweet," the cashier said, smiling at him as she tapped a button on the cash register.
The total amount was displayed.
FP paid the exact amount.
"Have a nice day!" the girl said.
"You too!" FP said and he walked out of the convenience store with a plastic bag of his chores.
By the time he got back to the motel, Cheryl was not in bed. She was in the shower.
FP locked the motel door.
"Cherry, I'm back!"
No response.
He placed the items on the dressing table, then headed to the bathroom.
He knocked on it.
"What?" she said, running hot water in the bath.
"Can I join you?" FP asked, hoping to join her.
"Fine," she said.
FP opened the bathroom door to reveal Cheryl Blossom, stark naked, her body bent over the tub, inspecting the temperature of the water, her bare buttocks and her cleanly shaved back pussy in full view.
The man grinned at the sight in front of him, enjoying the view.
He stripped off his clothes and stood next to her, dipping his hand in the water; the clear water was hot but not to the point where it scorched the skin.
"I think this should do," FP said as he pulled away from the tub.
"Nice," Cheryl said as she got into the tub, immersing her body in it.
FP followed suit.
Cheryl turned her back to FP.
The man wrapped an arm around her body from the back, resting his head on the back of her neck, scenting her.
The two lovers in the tub were quiet, enjoying the peace.
For once, FP felt calm, not having to listen to her demands.
"You've got a beautiful neck," FP whispered, half talking to himself but she heard it.
"Why would you say that?" she asked, feeling puzzled.
It was rare for FP to talk about her like this.
All she knew that he was just a shag buddy and nothing more.
"I'm just appreciating your beauty, nothing wrong with that," FP said as he chuckled.
"Mmmhmm…" she mused, softly to herself.
"It's not always I get this kind of opportunity, y' know,"
"To be a perverted old man around girls of my age?"
"You can't resist my charm, can you?"
"Shut up!"
Cheryl grinned, knowing that he was unable to see her face right now.
She admitted to herself that she was not able to resist his charm. He was unlike any boy of her age and he was better than the girls that she'd ever done it with. He was a good lover in bed and he was good looking for his age. Despite just being friends with benefits, he did care about her wellbeing, which made her comfortable around him.