💕 Bughead Smut & One-shots 💕

Mama's Home P1

A/N: There will be two parts of this so let me know if you like part 1! There will be smut in both parts, enjoy!

***SMUT WARNING***

Betty and Jughead were together in the Jones trailer. Betty was straddling Jughead’s lap on his bed and grinding down hard against him, while he groaned against her mouth.

“Fuck- Betts, just like that.” 

She got rid of his shirt, throwing it somewhere against the room. She grabbed onto his muscular shoulders for leverage as she rocked against him. A moment later, he tugged her’s off as well. He palmed her breasts through her bra and she squealed. It was a good thing they were alone. Soon after, bottoms were discarded as well, leaving the two teens in their underwear.

As they made out, she reached into his boxers and wrapped her hand around him, pumping him slowly. Her name fell from his lips. She kept going agonizingly slow, she refused to be rushed. All of a sudden, the two heard a knock at the door. Betty didn’t stop what she was doing. She pulled away from the kiss,

“Maybe they’ll just go away?” She said hopefully.

He nodded, desperately wanting her to continue and she did. Whoever was at the door knocked again, louder this time. The couple tried their best to ignore it but after a few more minutes it became clear that this person was not going to go away any time soon.

“Sorry, Jug, but this doesn’t look like it’s going to happen right now.”

“I know,” he replied, very frustrated.

“I promise to make it up to you later,” she said seductively.

“I’m holding you to that,” he grumbled.

He tugged his pants back on, not even bothering with his shirt.

“You go see who it is,” Betty told him, “I’ll be out in a minute.”

He nodded and went to open the door. Betty grabbed his shirt and threw it on herself, too lazy to bother with her sweater and jeans.

When Jughead reached the door that was still being harassed, he yelled,

“Alright! Alright! I’m coming!”

“You wish!” Betty yelled from the bedroom.

“Not funny!” He yelled back at her, rolling his eyes.

He opened the door. There was Gladys Jones in all her glory, hands on her hips and lips pursed together.

“Mom?” Jughead asked, shocked.

“What took you so long?”

“I was hoping whoever it was would go away. What are you doing here?”

“I believe what you meant to say was ‘Welcome home mom.’ Is your father home?”

“Uh, no. He’s at work.”

“What does he do? Is he still hauling rocks with Fred?”

“Fred isn’t with us anymore. And dad’s actually the sheriff now.”

“You’re kidding. Well, good for him,” she said, completely ignoring Fred’s death, “Can I come in?”

Without waiting for him to answer, she strolled in like she owned the place.

As she sat down on the couch, Betty called from the bedroom,

“Jug? Who was at the door?”

Jughead scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as Gladys asked,