💕 Bughead Smut & One-shots 💕

Mama's Home P2

A/N: So this was really fun to write, a lot of smut, a lot of fluff and some serious feels, enjoy!

***SMUT WARNING***

“Jughead...” Betty said tentatively, not sure how to continue. Without another word, Jughead turned around and walked back into the trailer, leaving the door open after him. Betty didn’t want to leave him alone so she followed him inside.

He sat down on the couch, face in his hands. Unsure of exactly what to do, she sat next to him and rubbed his back soothingly. They sat in silence for what seemed like an hour until Jughead’s phone began to ring.

“It’s my dad,” Jughead muttered. Betty just nodded as he picked up the phone.

She could only hear Jughead’s side of the conversation.

“Hey Dad, what’s-” [...] “But she-” [...] “I was just trying to-” [...] “But if you’d just listen to me!” he yelled, frustrated. “Dad? Fuck.” He threw the phone onto the coffee table, “He hung up.”

“I’m sorry,” she said apologetically, feeling useless for not being able to say something to make him feel better.

“Betty?” He asked suddenly.

“Yeah?” Desperately wanting to help, she listened intently to what he wanted her to do.

“Does your offer still stand?” Betty was confused so she just looked at him quizzically. “From earlier.” Her eyes widened as she realized what he was asking.

“Jug-” she started cautiously, wondering how he could be thinking about sex at a time like this.

“Please,” He whispered, “I just need to forget, even for just a little while.” Something about the urgency in his whisper made her nod. She straddled his lap on the couch and kissed him. It was too soft, though, and he needed more.

He plunged his tongue into her mouth. Betty squeaked in surprise, but quickly got used to it and kissed him back passionately. 

He pulled her hips roughly against his. Again, Betty masked her momentary shock because she understood that he was in pain and needed to relieve his pain somehow. She wasn’t feeling particularly horny right now, so she decided to just give him what he needed.

She pulled herself away from his lips and off of his lap. He almost growled at her. She dropped to her knees and fumbled with the button on his jeans in her haste. Eventually, she got them off and tugged his boxers off as well. He was watching her hungrily.

Normally, Betty was quite the tease, but she knew that wasn’t what he wanted right now. She quickly thrust his entire length into her mouth. He gave a throaty moan, adjusting to the feeling of her warm mouth around his cock. Betty closed her eyes and bobbed her head up and down, trying to fit as much as she could until he hit the back of her throat. She stroked his base with her soft fingers. He tangled his fingers in her hair, pushing lightly.

“Just like that, Baby, such a good little slut for my cock,” he groaned out slowly. Betty shivered. He usually didn’t talk like that during sex. She had to admit, she didn’t hate it. If she wasn’t turned on before, she certainly was now.

She trailed her fingers down to her own underwear and started rubbing her clit furiously. She hollowed out her mouth and sucked for all that she was worth. Without any warning, he came in her mouth. She gagged slightly but swallowed as much as she could. 

Her own fingers weren’t enough to get her off anymore, but she didn’t really have to worry about that since apparently he wasn’t done with her.

He roughly pulled her off the floor and pushed her onto the couch. Apparently he didn’t mind teasing her. He circled her clit roughly with one of his fingers and she arched her back trying to get more friction.

“I want you to beg for it.” He almost snarled. She had never seen him like this. Of course, it was probably a side-effect of the earlier trauma, but if she was being honest, she didn’t want him to stop. “I want you to beg for my cock.”

“Please,” she whispered, as she released a quiet moan.

“I can’t hear you,” he mocked. She wasn’t above begging.

“Jughead, please!” She cried, she couldn’t stand the teasing.

“Please what? Tell me what you want.” His eyes were clouded.

“I want you to fuck me, please!”

“Well since you said it so nicely.” He thrust all the way into her. Hard. Her head hit the armrest but she didn’t mind. He gave her no time to adjust before pulling out and ramming in again. Sure, sometimes Jughead got rough in the moment, but right now he was bringing it to a whole new level. It was as if he was taking all of his anger and pent up emotions and using them to pound into her harder and harder. Betty hadn’t realized that him being rough with her was something she liked, but she had never felt so turned on before in her life. When he started harshly pulling at her hair, her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Fuck,” he grunted. He thrust into her faster and faster. 

“Jug!” She let out a strangled cry, “I’m gonna-” and with that, she released all over his throbbing cock. He didn’t let up.

“Again,” he ordered. She nodded weakly but was so sensitive, she didn’t know if she could do it. She felt him start to chase his high and it was almost too much. Then he reached his hand down and started rubbing her bundle of nerves as fast and as hard as he could, and that’s when she really lost it.

“J-jughead, s-stop, I c-can’t-”

“You can.” He insisted, not letting up. Betty cried out as she came again, just as he came inside her, buried at the hilt. Betty lay there panting as Jughead pulled out of her.

He looked at her, at her tired face and at his cum leaking out of her, and promptly burst into tears. Betty was very alarmed. She scrambled to get up but winced, she was going to be sore for a while. She got up and sat next to him.

“Jug, I’m so sorry about your mom, but I promise, you will get through it, we’ll get through it together.”

“I hurt you,” he whispered.

“That’s what this is about? You didn’t,” Betty replied, “I promise you didn’t. I’m okay.”

“I knew you would do it because you’re so wonderful, but I took advantage of you. And then you asked me to stop and I didn’t,” he said quietly, dropping his face into his hands, “I’m a despicable human being. I used you.”

“Stop, Jug, you’re not and you didn’t. I didn’t actually want you to stop.”

“But I didn’t know that. I should have checked, I should have-”

“Jughead,” she said firmly, “It is okay. What’s done is done. You didn’t hurt me. I’m fine. You’re in pain, you’re upset, I can think of worse coping methods than sex.” 

He still didn’t look convinced.

“Hey, look at me,” she said gently. He wouldn’t meet her eyes. She tilted his red, tear-stricken face to look at her. “Listen, I love you, ok? You can come to me whenever you need it.”

He enveloped her in a tight hug and she relaxed into his arms. The door opened just before he answered,

“I love you, too.”

As a reflex, Betty jumped and grabbed the blanket to cover the two of them. Gladys strolled into the trailer, with Jellybean and FP on her heels.

“Aww, having a moment, were you?” She mocked, “Well, wrap it up, cause Mama’s home.”