Bughead OneShots (Smut/Fluff)

Fans' Perception (Idk what this is)

BH is a famous couple (like SH)
Also, credits to the rest of one of the weird group chats i'm in for this story idea :) y'all know who you are.

Jughead Pov:
Betty and I walked through town hand-in-hand, watching as people doted, awed, and snapped pictures through my peripheral vision. It was nothing out of the ordinary. We had learned to ignore it, not letting drama-hungry "fans" and media get into our personal lives.

I opened the door of a small café, the bell chiming over our heads as I extended an arm inwards, gesturing for Betty to enter ahead of me. She accepted my silent offer, and I placed a hand on the small of her back as we walked up to the counter. She ordered a caramel iced latte (dont @ me, i love those) and a scone, while I ordered a plain, black coffee. We found a booth, seating ourselves across from each other.

Betty and I conversed, my hand reaching across the table to hold hers, when I saw a group of teenage girls giggling and pointing at us from behind Betty. I diverted my attention to them briefly, hearing them chatter indistinctly.  "Jughead Jones... Betty Cooper... read the new fanfiction?".

I furrowed my eyebrows, unsure if I had just heard them correctly. Betty did the same, seemingly having heard their conversation as well. As if on cue, on of the girls stood up, sauntering over to us with the other two following after.

"Hi! You're Jughead Jones and Betty Cooper!", the ring-leader of the group exclaimed. I chuckled. "We're well aware of that fact. I'm assuming you came for pictures?", I stated. All three nodded excitedly as Betty and I scooted back in the booths, the girls joining us and holding their cell phone's over their heads.

Once they had taken their thousand unnecessary photos with the two of us, they stood up. One of them, however, was distracted my something on her phone, while the other two bounced away contently. I peered over the top of her phone, seeing that what I thought I had heard earlier had turned out to be correct.

Betty Pov:
Jug took the little girls phone out of her hand and skimmed through what she had currently been reading. His eyes widened as his eyes scanned the contents of the phone, biting back a slight smirk and a laugh. The girl stood there, blood rushing to her cheeks as the girls glanced over from the next booth, both flushed as they realized what was occurring. I looked over his shoulder and read the end. It said "written by cracko, shawty and weirdo (inside joke). Do not steal." The top read "Bughead Smut".

Jughead made sudden eye contact with me, parting the girls shoulder while returning her phone. She skidded off, clearly embarrassed. Smut? What on earth is that?, I thought. Jug looked borderline embarrassed, but also rather playful. Perplexed, I whipped my phone out of my pocket, googling the definition of "smut".

My eyes, too, widened in shock as I realized what it had meant. My mouth agape, I looked up at Jug, who was on the brink of bursting into laughter. "We're they reading... dirty fanfiction about us?", I asked, whispering. He nodded, snorting as his last attempt to withhold from howling. I shook my head, a giggle escaping my mouth.

The girls stared as we left the café, faces still red from the lingering embarrassment that would likely have traumatized them for the rest of their lives. "The fanfiction...", Jug began to say, trailing off. "What? What about it?", I asked. "It was... kinda hot.", he responded, looking back down at me, a smirk stretched across his face. He finally let out a deep laugh, his head falling back as we paused on the sidewalk. "Never in my life did I think I would ever say that sentence.", he remarked.

"Likewise,", I said nodding. "... but maybe we should... read some.". I whispered the last part, though I knew that he heard me. He pulled be closer to him, kissing my temple. "Sounds like a plan to me. Between you and me... it made me kinda horny.", he muttered into my ear. I bit my lip before nodding in understanding. We made our way home. With very little research, we had managed to find more of that "smut" fan fiction of us.

Let's just say, the room seemingly got unusually warm, the two of us giving off our own heat and sweat as we satisfied each other's needs. Better yet, we now know the creative - and rather dirty - minds that our fans have.

Idk what this is. 😳