Bughead OneShots (Smut/Fluff)

Childhood Nemesis (Fluff/Smut-ish⚠️)

Betty Pov:
"Don't be nervous, B. It's literally just Jughead.", Veronica whispered all too loudly as she tugged me by my arm up to Archie's front door.  "Besides, you two used to hate each other. I don't see what all the fuss is.".

If my eyes could physically roll to the back of my head, they would have.

"Veronica, it's been years. Don't you think-". I was cut off as the front door flew open, Archie's cheery face exploding at us from the other side. "Hey babe! Betty.", he greeted, offering a polite nod as he held the door open for us, planting a brief kiss onto Veronica's cheek as she sauntered past.

I wandered through the foyer for a moment as I waited for Veronica and Archie to join, the four of us heading upstairs to Archie's room. With confidence as we reached the top step, Veronica opened his bedroom door.

There sat the raven-headed boy that I hadn't seen in years, eyes glued to his cellphone before his head shot up to meet my eyes.

"Wow. Still wearing a beanie, weirdo?", I mocked with a smirk. He stuck his tongue out at me as his rebuttal.

Damn, that tongue. Wait, what the fuck?

I attempted shook my sudden fluctuation of my emotions towards him off as I browsed my mind for an appropriate retortion. Unfortunately, all I was able to come up with was "Classic.".

This clearly took him aback, his nose scrunching up.  his eyebrows knitting together.  "That's all I get from Betty Cooper? 'Classic'? Damn...", he commented, a smirk on his face.

"Getting along all ready, just like old times.", Veronica teased. Archie nudged him over to allow room for him to sit on the bed as well before patting his thigh for Veronica to sit atop of.

As he did so, horror and realization spread across his face up into the roots of his ginger hair.

"Shit...", he muttered to himself, frantically slapping the pockets of his athletic shorts.

"What is it, Archie? Forget a condom or something?".

"Ugh. Gross, Jughead.", I snarked in slight disgust, though part of me involuntarily found it rather humorous.

"No, you idiot. Well, not this time.", Archie replied, annoyance and frustration crawling through his words as I cringed at them, Veronica and Jughead doing the same. "Babe, I left my phone at your house.".

"Oh. That's okay, babe. You can just get it tomorrow.".

"No, you don't understand. My dad trusted me to stay safe while he's not home, and he's gonna call to check on me.", Archie panicked.

"Well, why don't you just go back to my place and fetch it?", Veronica questioned.

"Because I don't have a key, and it'll be weird going alone to your place when we weren't even supposed to be there.".

"Oooh!", Jughead yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him as if he were in preschool. "Wonder what you two did..."

"Shut up, Jughead.", the couple said in unison.

"Ugh, alright. Come on, Archiekins, let's go get your phone. You two...", Veronica said, staring us both in the eyes as she pointed a finger at each of us. "Please try not to kill each other.".

"No promises.", I mumbled.

Within 2 minutes they were gone, Jughead sprawled across the bed in a bored manner as I sat upright against the wall on the floor.

"That looks uncomfortable, Coop.", he stated, pointing out the obvious.

"No shit.".

"Come sit here?", he offered as he sat up, patting a spot next to him on the bed.

I glared at him suspiciously for a moment before determining I was too exhausted with my annoyance to care, lifting myself from the floor as I trudged over to take a seat next to him.

The silence that followed began to threaten my sanity, the faint buzzing in my ears that was previously unnoticeable growing increasingly louder. I might've screamed if it hadn't been broken.

"So, what have you been up to?".

"Excuse me?", I asked in disbelief. "When have you ever cared about me?".

"I... don't. Besides, you do realize it was all fun and games when we were kids right?", he said chuckling half-heartedly as his eyes scanned over my face.

"Oh... Um, yep. Yeah. Right.".

He never hated me? He was messing with me the entire time?

"Asshole.", I mumbled under my breath before determining I should probably answer his question, if only to be polite and make idle conversation.

"Not much. I mostly just hang out with V. You?".

"Same here, but with Archie. Do you still write?".

"Yeah. Do you?".

"Mhm.".

Polite conversation got old too quickly. His legs began to swing, hitting the bed frame harshly with every return. I tilted my head up at the ceiling, letting out slow breaths as I found it to suddenly seem unbearably hot.

A deep breath next to me one again broke the uncomfortable silence. "So, any boyfriend?".

That was the first true surprise question of the evening.

I giggled bewilderedly. "Um, no. I'm assuming you don't have a girlfriend?".

"Ouch, Coop. You wound me.", he joked, clutching his chest before letting his hand drop in defeat. "But no, I don't.".

"I'm bored.". My eyes casted a side glance at him, examining various features of his face as discreetly as possible, still partially shocked that that statement managed to leave my tongue without my consent. "Um... okay. What do you suggest we do, then?".

I stared at him for a moment, completely lost in the captivating blueness of his eyes. Without thinking any actions through, I impulsively reached up to grab his face, cupping his velvety cheeks in both delicate hands as I shoved our faces together.

Both of us gasped into the unexpected kiss, the contact of our lips strangely comforting as the knot in my stomach I hadn't known existed began to subside.

He abruptly pulled away, his eyes flooding with a confused jumble of trepidation, shock, solace, relief, and...

Acceptance.

⚠️Smut not really tho⚠️
His hands flew to my waist, hoisting me up onto his lap and he rejoined our lips together. My legs, left to their own devices as my focus was devoured by the serious lip action I hadn't prepared for, swung themselves swiftly and tightly around Jug's waist.

My hands snaked into his hair, digging desperately into his scalp when his tongue swiped along my bottom lip. Access was granted, both of our tongues shoving themselves into each other's mouths with blissful agony. His heartbeat accelerated, pounding heavily enough against his chest that I could feel it as my own synchronized with his.

His hands traveled below my waist, firmly gripping the underside of my thighs as I instinctively began to rock my hips into his, helpless moans being forced into both of our mouths. His pleasurable (😏) hands slid back up along my sides, flowing up into my shirt as he began to remove it hurriedly.

"What the hell?". We abruptly disconnected with an audibly pop of our lips, arms still wrapped longingly around one another as my shirt hung half-removed around my neck.

"I knew it would happen sooner or later!", Veronica exclaimed. "Anyways, we had only left for 5 minutes when this stupid one remembered that he left it in the kitchen.", she groaned as she ruffled his hair.

"What a relief you guys are back so soon.", Jughead affirmed, trying to portray a tone that expressed genuine concern, his voice cracking all throughout.

"Sure... I'm sure you were terribly concerned as your tongues were forced down each other's throats.".

Wtf is this.