💕 Bughead Smut & One-shots 💕

Denim

  A/N: Just smut, no plot, enjoy. 

Jughead met Betty in front of her last class of the day, black hair messy under his beanie. He offered her his arm and they made their way towards the school’s entrance. Betty had had a long hard day at school.

“Do you want to come over for a movie or something?” he asked her. They hadn’t been on that many dates recently and he missed her a lot, not to be sentimental or anything.

“Is FP home?” she asked immediately. He was taken aback by her answer to his question.

“No, he’s working at Andrews Construction with Fred until 6.”

“Then sure,” she responded. ‘Or something,’ her mind whispered.

They walked home hand in hand, discussing the day’s events. When they got to Sunnyside Trailer Park, Betty practically dragged him along, rushing to get inside. Jughead assumed it was because she still didn’t feel comfortable wandering the Trailer Park, where many Serpents dwelled. Boy, was he wrong.

He unlocked the door and held it open for her like the gentleman he was. No sooner had he shut the door behind him that she attacked his mouth with hers. She pushed off his Serpent jacket and then lifted his shirt above his head before he even had a chance to process what was happening. She shoved him backward onto the couch and then started to strip.

He sat there, dazed, wondering how she could be so horny after a less than arousing math class. 

Now she was in front of him in just her lacy bra and underwear, and though he was no stranger to seeing her this way, it always drove him mad with need. 

She approached him, who was still clad in his black jeans and straddled one of his thighs. He let her do what she needed to do and she sighed as she moved against his leg, desperate and longing for friction. Seeing her like this made his pants feel painfully tight. He was usually pretty lenient with her, letting her tease him for as long as she liked, but today, he didn’t feel like waiting too long. Neither did she.

He lifted her slightly, so that she was straddling both legs, and pushed her underwear to the side. 

Then, with no warning, he pulled her roughly against his covered groin. She whimpered as the rough denim scratched into her soft skin. She let her head fall onto his right shoulder and her breathy moans reverberated in his ear. 

Even though it hurt, she continued to grind against him and every now and then he just held her firm against him so she could feel what she was doing to him. His erection lined up perfectly with her opening, even through the harsh material.

“Feel how hard I am for you, Baby.”

“Does anyone else make you feel like this?” she asked between gasps.

“Only you, Betts, only you.”

She fumbled with his belt, beyond desperate. He helped a little and she finally got it off. She pushed his jeans off his legs, and then quickly shed his boxers as well.

He expected her to get right to it, but Betty wasn’t Betty without a bit of foreplay.

She dropped to her knees and wrapped her mouth around his member, making him groan darkly. She sucked up and down, almost getting him all the way down her throat after a lot of practice. But no way was he cumming first.

When he felt himself getting close, he flipped them over so that she was on her back on the couch. 

He started by her heat and pressed a kiss to her clit, almost making her come undone right there. Then he kept kissing her upwards, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up her stomach, her breasts, her neck, before finally making it back to her face. He kissed her passionately while reaching a hand down and toying with her clit.

She moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed her sinful sounds. He kept playing with her clit and moved his mouth to her ear as he whispered that he loved her and when she was least expecting it, he thrust hard, all the way into her.

She shrieked and it took a lot of effort not to cum from the impact. It took all her strength to flip them over again, battling for dominance, and she pressed him into the couch as she rode him. 

He could feel her clenching deliciously around him, knowing she was very close.

    She questioned him with her eyes, asking for permission.

“Go ahead, Betts,” he chuckled internally, finding it very cute that after the show she put on of wanting to be dominant, she still asked for permission.

She came and that gave him all he needed to finish as well. They just lay there panting for a few minutes.

“Well, this explains you asking if my dad was home. This probably would have been trickier if he was here.”

She laughed breathlessly and hugged him tightly.