💕 Bughead Smut & One-shots 💕

Stuff, But Not All of It

A/N: In celebration of there finally being another Riverdale episode after like a month and a half, here is yet another smut for the best Riverdale couple!

***SMUT WARNING***

Betty twitched in her sleep. Jughead woke up with a jolt. He realized he was on the couch in his trailer with his girlfriend in his arms. It had been a long afternoon with Toni and Kevin, and they hadn’t gotten very far decoding the cipher, even after the other two left. 

Even with all the messed up things in their lives, Betty was so beautiful and peaceful in her sleep. They must have fallen asleep at some point. It was now around eight, and Jughead yawned as quietly as he could so he wouldn’t wake her up. He smiled at her.

As he watched her, Betty whimpered in her sleep and pushed back against him. Jughead froze and stopped breathing. She was pushing her ass right up against his crotch, and while he tried to think about anything but that, he was still a teenage boy, with a girl, on his couch. He was starting to get a boner. He cursed his body internally for betraying him like this.

He tried moving backwards to rearrange himself into a more comfortable, less awkward position, but there was nowhere to go. He was trapped between Betty and the couch. He didn’t want to wake her, but he thought that maybe his best bet was to get up quickly and run to the bathroom without her having time to ask anything. They had done stuff before, but not all of it, and certainly not enough that she wouldn’t be totally disgusted if she woke up with him like this.

While he was busy debating with himself, he didn’t notice that Betty had already woken up on her own. She slowly remembered where she was and relaxed slightly, then her eyes shot open when she felt him against her. She knew he was awake by the way he was breathing. Just to make sure she wasn’t drawing the wrong conclusions, she shifted a bit, and he stiffened even more, breath caught in his chest. 

“Jughead,” she whispered uncertainly, “Are you...” she looked for a less awkward word, but couldn’t find one, “hard?”

Fuck.

“Shit, Betty, I’m sorry. Obviously I didn’t mean to, it’s just you were here and you were moving and-” His rambling trailed off because at that moment, Betty had rolled her hips experimentally, and Jughead’s brain ran out of things that would be appropriate to say in this situation. 

She tried again and Jughead released a deep groan that he was obviously trying to keep in. Betty started to feel the heat pooling between her legs. They had gotten pretty close to doing it before, so this was fine, right? They didn’t have to go all the way, and seeing as they were both here and they had the trailer to themselves...

“Betts,” he groaned, “Please don’t. You’re gonna start something you can’t finish.”

She grabbed his hand that was draped across her stomach and slowly moved it downward, closer to where she wanted him. She pressed his hand lightly over her clit to show him that it was okay to touch her.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked shakily. She already knew that he wanted to, and he wanted to make sure he had her full consent before doing anything she might regret later.

“Touch me, Jug,” she breathed out. That was all he needed. He rubbed her clit slowly through her shorts and she whimpered and pushed her hips back into his now throbbing erection. Her breath became more ragged as he used more force. 

Emboldened, Jughead moved to the waistband of her shorts and dipped his hand into her underwear. He cupped her bare heat and relished into the warmth and wetness he found there.

“God, Betts, you’re so nice and wet,” he said huskily, hoping he wasn’t pushing too far. Betty whimpered at the sound of his voice. 

He inserted his middle finger into her pussy and Betty’s hips jolted forward and she gave a small cry.