💕 Bughead Smut & One-shots 💕

Candy Store

A/N: Teensy bit of smut, but I'll put a warning just in case.

***SMUT WARNING***

Jughead sat in the audience, camera in hand, watching the three girls dance and sing.

“I like!” 

“-Looking hot, buying stuff they cannot.”

    Or at least, that’s what it looked like to anyone who saw him.

    “I like!” 

“-Drinking hard, maxing dad’s credit card.”

    In reality, his eyes were trained on the beautiful blonde that was Betty Cooper.

    “I like!” 

“-Skipping gym, scaring her-”

    As the next part of the line was delivered,

    “-Screwing him,” Betty looked in his direction and gave him a wink.

    “I like!” 

“-Killer clothes, kicking nerds in the nose!”

    It was such a small gesture, Jughead wasn’t really sure if it had happened, or if he had just imagined it.

    “If you lack the juice, go play duck duck goose, let your mommy fix you ice cream.”

    “Woah-oh-oh!”

    Certainly, no one else would have seen it, unless they had been watching her as closely as he was, which of course, no one was.

    “Or come hang with me-”

“And tonight will be-”

“Dirty dancing with the football team!”

At this, Betty looked towards him once again and licked her lips.

“Woah-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh”

He definitely hadn’t imagined it that time. He was close enough to the stage to see her movements very well, and he didn’t love that she would be showing them off to an entire auditorium tomorrow night. 

“Honey, what you waiting for?”

He felt a similar possessiveness to the time she had stripped at the Whyte Wyrm.

“Step into my Candy Store!”

He didn’t like to objectify women. It wasn’t his cup of tea, but when it came to Betty, he couldn’t help it.

“You just gotta prove you’re not a loser anymore!”

He wanted himself to be the only one who saw her move like that, and he wasn’t blind. He saw how short her skirt was, how her hips moved when she twirled, her eyes a darker shade of green than he was used to.

“And step into my Candy Store!”

He vaguely heard Kevin call,

“Alright, that’s a wrap for the day,” as Jughead slipped out of the auditorium, unseen, by anyone but Betty, that is.

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    Betty wandered the halls, wondering why Jughead had left so suddenly. Had she done something wrong? They had planned to go to Pop’s afterward, but Jughead was nowhere to be seen. With a sigh, Betty returned to her dressing room.

    As soon as she opened the door and walked in, she was practically attacked by her boyfriend, flying from across the room. She barely had a chance to close the door behind her, before he pushed her up against the far wall, away from the door, knocking the wind out of her lungs and pulling her arms above her head with his.

    “Seems like someone didn’t learn her lesson about dancing provocatively and showing off what’s mine.”

    “It’s part of the c-choreography, Jug,” she answered breathlessly.

    “Was it, now? I don’t recall the winking and quite so much hip movement in the previous rehearsals.”

    Betty blushed. She was unsure if Jughead had received her small signals. Apparently, he had.

    He resumed kissing her roughly, smearing her lipstick and messing up her hair. He moved one hand to behind her head, so he could kiss her more deeply, and the other, moving lower and lower to where she wanted him most right now.

    As his mouth attacked hers, she barely registered the fact that his fingers were crawling sneakily under her very short skirt. His hand reached the thin fabric, which wasn’t exactly dry, and started rubbing her through them.

    She gasped and held onto him clumsily, trying not to drop to the floor from the weakness in her knees. They were both so caught up in the moment, no one heard the knock at the door.

    As the couple continued what they were doing, the door opened.

“Woah! Guys, gross! What do you think I’m running here?!“ Kevin said angrily, “Get a different room, you two!”

Jughead and Betty broke apart quickly, and Betty blushed bright red with embarrassment. Luckily, they hadn’t gotten too far before Kevin had interrupted them, so clothes were still on. Kevin turned on his heel, huffed, and left the room.

“I would say let’s continue, but now I’m paranoid about cameras in here.”

“Yeah, plus, you still owe me a milkshake.”

“You still want to go to Pop’s?”

“Betty, you’ve known me how long? Have I ever not wanted to go to Pop’s?”

“Good point,” she sighed.

“Don’t worry, Betts,” he breathed into her ear, “we’ll finish this later.”