Alphabet ≫ Jarchie

Melee II

Melee— part two of rough smut nobody seemed to ask for. I'm probably just embarrassing myself again. I feel like I'm corrupting y'all with how kinky this whole prompt has been omg. And I say that like I wasn't reading After on this app when I was 12 and bdsm fics when I was 14 but STILL it feels so wrong lmfao. Idk. My moral code tells me this is going to haunt me in the future. But anyway, off we go.

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Jughead knew it was wrong.

"Fuck," he cursed, tilting his head back as his hips bucked up into his hand.

His boyfriend had just left. It hadn't even been five minutes. The lack of control he had over himself was astounding.

Jughead whimpered at his own touch, letting his hand guide him to the release he'd been fantasizing about for weeks. It was always the same scene, the sex that followed their big argument a couple of weeks ago. Just the thought of it was enough to get him hard. He didn't know why, and he just couldn't help it.

He picked up the pace, letting his eyes flutter shut at the thought of Archie fucking him the way he did that day. It was all he wanted and all he could focus on if he let his mind wander for too long.

Jughead wouldn't have felt so guilty about getting off like this if he hadn't just declined Archie's offer to have sex less than five minutes ago. It's just that the usual wasn't doing it for him. Missionary as Archie flooded his ears with compliments sounded like an awful idea to the man, and every second of it was torture now. He'd fake a smile at the end and tell him how good it was, even if it wasn't. It helped that Archie was still able to get him off despite that. He was skilled in that department. It just wasn't the same though.

That's why he was jerking off like a teenager again, his pants not even all the way off as he imagined his boyfriend pounding into him until he couldn't speak. His daydream almost felt real, like he could feel Archie breathing filthy words into his ear and hear the slap of their bodies connecting.

Jughead.

"Mmm," he moaned, eyes still closed. He lolled his head to the side and tried to get a better position, spreading his legs for better access.

"Jughead!"

Shit. The voice was real.

Jughead's eyes snapped open, widening at the sight of Archie standing at the doorway. His arms were crossed over his chest and a frown adorned his handsome face.

"I forgot my phone," he said slowly, glancing over to the night stand.

"Oh," Jughead croaked out. He tried to casually remove his hand from his dick but there was no smooth way to do that. He couldn't necessarily play it off either, so he blushed instead.

Instead of grabbing his phone and leaving, like Jughead thought he would, Archie took a seat next to him on the bed. They stared at each other in silence. Jughead grew redder by the second, wishing nothing more than for his erection to calm down and for Archie to say something.

"Well?" Archie said after a few painful minutes.

"Huh?"

"Go on. Don't let me stop you." His tone was serious as he glanced down at Jughead's problem. "You know, since you feel the need to do that instead of have sex with me."

"Arch—"

"No really! I don't want to interrupt." Archie continued, his voice dripping with fake sincerity as he cocked his head to the side.

Jughead effectively dropped his hand down to his side and stared up at the ceiling in embarrassment. "I get it," he mumbled. "I'm sorry."

Archie scoffed. "Mind if I..." he said roughly, and Jughead just nodded, knowing what he meant.