💕 Bughead Smut & One-shots 💕

Stuff, But Not All of It

He pumped his finger in and out of her and with every thrust, he was rewarded with the movement of her hips against the bulge in his pants. With the hand that wasn’t occupied, he grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her against his hard-on. Jughead let out a deep, guttural groan. The friction was too good.

He tried to ignore his own feelings for the time being by focusing on Betty. He inserted another finger, and this was now uncharted territory. They had never gone this far before.

“Is this okay?” He whispered in her ear, as he rubbed his thumb slowly around her bare clit. Betty nodded quickly and gave a light, breathy moan. His attempt to ignore his erection failed because every time Betty made a noise, he felt harder and harder. Unconsciously, he rocked his own hips against hers. 

He could have spilled into his boxers right there and then but he didn’t want this to be over so soon. In order to distract himself, he reached his free hand into her shirt and closed it gently around one of her breasts. Betty shivered under his touch. She moved his hand away from her breasts and for a second he was afraid he had gone too far. But she just unclasped her bra, and let it fall to below her breasts, giving him more access.

He cupped her breast again and tweaked her nipple with his thumb. She arched her back into him and gave out her loudest moan yet. 

“Jug-” 

“Yeah?” he asked, breathlessly.

“Can I- Can I touch you?” she whispered, embarrassed. He gulped and nodded, and then internally facepalmed when he remembered that she couldn’t see his face.

“Y-yes.” 

Tentatively, Betty reached behind her and her hand found its way into his sweatpants and then his boxers. Jughead held his breath and stilled his own movements when he felt her touch him. She brushed her thumb over the tip of his member and smeared the pre-cum that she found there. Jughead moaned, louder than he intended to, but he couldn’t help it. 

He went back to pumping his fingers in and out of her and rubbing her clit. This was the most intimate they had ever been and he never wanted it to end, but that was unrealistic, so he just focused on making sure that she would finish, because he certainly was going to at this rate. 

“More, p-please,” she whimpered. Betty was way beyond being embarrassed at this point. Jughead was surprised but complied. He thrust his fingers as deep as he could, while rubbing her clit harshly with his thumb. She moaned and writhed, the feeling was both too much and not enough at the same time.

Her hand closed around Jughead’s cock, and she squeezed lightly and pumped up and down, as best as she could from this angle.

“B-betty, i’m not gonna last much longer,” he breathed.

“Me neither, Jug.” 

In a split-second decision, Betty removed her hand from his boxers, snatched his hands out of her shirt and underwear and got up from the couch.

“Betty, what-” She didn’t give him any time to finish his sentence because she pushed him so that his back was against the couch and she straddled his waist. She swallowed his words by kissing him hard on the mouth, passionately intertwining their tongues. She rolled her hips against his, trying to get as much friction as she could. She tore off his shirt and pressed her breasts against his bare chest, relishing in the heat.

She started riding his hips with reckless abandon. Jughead threw his head back on the couch and groaned from a sensory overload as her lips attacked his, he felt her nipples hard against his chest, and the way her hips were moving over his throbbing cock.

“Betts, I’m gonna-”

“Do it.” He emptied himself into his boxers with a loud groan. Betty cried out as she came right after him. She lay there on top of him, panting as they both rode out their highs. 

After a few minutes, Betty spoke,

“So that was-”

“Awesome,” he finished for her.

“Yeah, it really was,” she giggled, “I have to go clean up and get home.”

“Do you want me to give you a ride?” Betty smirked, just as Jughead rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean.”

“I think if my mom saw me get off your motorcycle, she’d never let me hear the end of it, but thanks.”

“You can use the bathroom first,” Jughead offered awkwardly. Betty went to get cleaned up. After all the evidence was more or less gone, Betty stood at the door, Jughead right behind her.

“Well, get home safe, and um, I love you.”

Betty smiled wide,

“I love you too.”