Jughead Imagines, Smut, and Other Stuff

Friends With Benefits - Imagine (With Mention Of Smut)

Information and possible trigger warnings: Y/N = Your Name. Swearing, arguing, depressed mood. Not smut but smut is mentioned. Jughead and Y/N have been having sex but as friends ever since Jughead and Betty broke up but Y/N has always had feelings for him. 

It's the third time in two weeks that we've fucked. Jughead and I are friends with benefits. Sort of. I'm completely in love with him and he's completely oblivious. And even if he wasn't he'd never like me. The last girl he dated was Betty and I'm nothing like her. Sure she's one of my best friends but still we are total opposite people. She's girly and sweet and everything I'm well not. I like my jeans and t-shirts and I can be more sarcastic than Jughead sometimes.

"Fuck baby are you close?" He moans as he thrusts in and out of me.

"Yes." I fake moan and lie. At first I lived for the nights he'd call me. Made me feel amazing inside like maybe I could just pretend he actually loved me. But now it just makes me feel empty and kind of gross.

He orgasms and I fake mine. I don't remember the last time it was real. Don't get me wrong he's good in bed but shutting down is easier than bursting out in tears half way through.

When he's done he says something but I don't listen. He pulls out and discards the condom. I roll over and roll myself up into my comforter.

"I'll see you tomorrow right?" He asks with all of his clothes already on.

"Sure." I say quietly.

I feel him sit in the bed. "Are you okay babe?" He asks concerned. "Did I hurt you or do something wrong?" My heart breaks inside. I hate that he's being this nice right now.

I roll over and then sit up. For a moment I stare into his eyes but then mine start to water. I have to end this. "Jug..." I say.

He places a hand on my cheek and his me a look that makes me want to crawl in a hole and hide. "What's going on I'm confused."

I chuckle ironically so I don't cry. "I can't do this anymore."

"What? Why? Did I do something???" He looks at me shocked. I look down at my lap and stay quiet. "Y/N....."

"I just..... I just can't. I'm sorry." I whisper still not looking at him. He gets up and goes to leave. I was mad at him for caring but now he doesn't seem to care at all. My heart breaks even more. "Jug...." he turns around and I'm actually looking at him. "W-we can still be friends right-t." I stutter trying not to cry.

"Yeah I'll see you at school." He says emotionless and leaves.

I sit on my bed for a while and eventually I get dressed and call the only person who knows all of this. Ronnie. I tell her about everything that happened and cry my eyes out. "Oh honey come over! We will have a girls night and you'll feel much better."

A week later and Jughead won't look at me let alone talk to me. Maybe he knew I was in love with him. Maybe he's freaked out. Either way I miss him and it's taken all I've had not to call him. Ronnie has stopped me so many times reminding me how bad I'd feel after. I hate when she's right like that.

"Y/N are you coming to my place tonight for the party?" Archie asks referring to the party he's throwing because his dad is out of town. I look away from jughead suddenly afraid I got caught.

I shrug and no one seems to notice who I was staring at but all of a sudden Ronnie answers for me. "Of course we will all be there!" She then leans over and whispers to me. "You are getting back out there tonight. I mean it."

"Ronnie can I talk to you over here for a minute." I say frustratedly. We walk over to the corner of the lounge. "I'm not ready Ronnie. I can't do this yet. I still Love Jughead..."