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😏🔞Stress | Archie Andrews🔞😏

By: lovingdelusions

Stress turned your beautiful boyfriend into a beautiful mess. If it wasn't drama with Riverdale, it was school itself. They'd just implemented a new program to make the Southsiders feel more welcome, and Archie was in charge of it.

"Come on," you whined, throwing a plush football at Archie. He shot you a look and returned back to his work. Archie, bless his heart, was having trouble connecting with the Serpents. It was mostly because of the prejudices going around, especially between the football players.

It pissed you off to no end when you heard that Archie joined in on the prejudice, but you convinced him that there was no reason for it. Now, he was trying to make up for what he'd done. Unfortunately, your sex life was put on hold. It had been a few weeks since you had Archie writhing beneath you.

You moved from your spot on the lab table onto the chair next to Archie's. He was currently working on his chemistry homework, but it was frustrating to watch. You could tell he wasn't focused from the way he fidgeted every time a slight sound was made.

You kissed his cheek and watched as a blush blossomed through his cheeks. You loved seeing such a flustered expression from him, so you began to kiss along his jaw. The heat from his cheeks spread to the rest of his body, your kisses searing his skin.

In a quick few seconds, you managed to unbutton his amazingly tight jeans and took his cock out. He hissed as it hit the cold air but continued to write.

You took a little lube from the bottle in your backpack (yes, you had lube in your backpack. You had lube almost everywhere since you guys did it so often) and spread it along his shaft, rubbing your thumb against the tip. Archie bit his lip to muffle his moans, but you loved hearing them.

You removed your lips from his neck and placed them on his, sensually kissing him while making long, hard strokes. He gasped every time you ran over the one spot on his cock. You gave Archie the best, and most excruciating, hand job he's ever had for ten minutes.

Footsteps were rapidly approaching the door, so you made sure that Archie looked presentable before pressing one last kiss to his pulse point. The chemistry teacher walked in and began to tutor Archie. The ginger shifted uncomfortably every time the teacher looked away. His boner was still present as ever when you sent him suggestive looks.

The glare you felt when you looked at your phone was nothing compared to what Archie would be feeling later on.

It was six o'clock, and Archie hadn't come home yet. After an hour of tutoring, you drove to his house because it was boring. You'd already taken chemistry the previous year to get it out of the way, but Archie hesitated on the account that he didn't feel like it.

You laid on Archie's covers like a sea star and put in an old movie. The soundtrack to Aladdin almost lulled you to sleep when Archie burst into the room. You immediately scrambled off the bed to take a closer look at him.

Your boyfriend was out of breath and sweaty.

"What happened?" you asked, leading him to a chair. Archie shook his head and took a gulp from the water bottle you gave him.

"Needed... to get home quickly so I could study." You groaned, flopping on the bed. How much schoolwork could someone do in a day?

However, you loved your boyfriend enough to leave him in peace until he went to bed. You thought he'd be exhausted at this point, but he laid awake and stared at the ceiling. It was as if you could see his thoughts running through his mind.

An hour later, you were in the same position. Neither of you had fallen asleep because you only fell asleep when you knew Archie was safe. He'd been through a lot lately and needed a sense of protection.

"If you can't sleep... then how about we have sex?" you asked, tracing an anatomical heart on his shoulder. With a fierce determination in his eyes, he brought your lips to his. You straddled him, working your hands into his shirt. You traced over every dip and curve that you could before tossing his shirt off the bed.

Archie groaned when your began grinding your hips into his while attacking his neck in feverish kisses.

"Tell me what you need, babe," you said, ceasing all movement.

"Need you to rim me," he mumbled. Everyone thought Archie was the top, but you knew he was yours.

You pulled his boxers down, once again stroking him while your tongue left a trail down to his hole. You circled it and placed a kiss on his thigh. You stuck your tongue into his tight heat, loving it when he moaned.

"Y/N," he whimpered as you ate him out. You brushed your tongue against his prostate, causing a shudder to go through his body. "So close."

After ten minutes of being eaten out, Archie came with a shout. You pressed a kiss to his lips and went to get a towel, cleaning him up.

"Good night, love," you said, kissing his forehead. He cuddled into you and promptly fell asleep.