First Time For Everything - Jarchie Smut
Summary: Archie gets a little interested in seeing the exact differences between boys and girls. (Very smutty, involves ass eating)
A/N: hello all I am here yet again! As some of you know, I roleplay as Jughead. My darling friend and girlfriend @songsandscores wrote for Archie! This is one of our roleplays that I partially rewrote and adapted to be a fic. Unfortunately I’m on mobile so I can’t add a little “read more” thing so…scroll past if you don’t want it!
Jughead squirmed when Archie grabbed his thighs again. He didn’t know when they’d ended up like this, Jughead straddling Archie. Archie was leaned back against the wall, sitting on his bed in their bedroom. He deepened the kiss, parting his lips for Archie.
Archie licked into Jughead’s mouth almost immediately, letting out a soft groan. He moved his hands from Jughead’s thighs to instead rest on his ass, to which he squeezed harshly, pressing his nails in slightly. Archie was already shirtless, since the summer heat was hard to handle, his torso covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Jughead let out another startled moan, hips rocking down without his control. He cupped Archie’s face before his hands moved down to his already shirtless chest. Archie slid his hands up underneath Jughead’s shirt, his nails pressing into his skin slightly. He wanted Jughead naked but he knew he felt a little weird about it. He tended to prefer being clothed, even when they ended up like this. Archie never pushed it. He rocked his hips up to meet Jughead’s with a groan, his eyebrows knitting together slightly.
Jughead wouldn’t mind losing his shirt. Just as long as he didn’t lose anything else. He was a little…scared about sexual intimacy. He hadn’t quite figured out the best term for that so for now he just….didn’t really think about it. Drawn back to the present, he moaned again, nails digging into Archie’s chest. Fuck. Archie lifted his hand to bury into Jughead’s hair, breaking the kiss and gently pulling his head back to he could press sloppy, open mouthed kisses to Jughead’s now-exposed neck.
Jughead had tossed his beanie aside earlier. It was too hot out to wear it and he didn’t mind going without it with Archie near. The foresight now allowed Archie to pull on his hair, resulting in Jughead He tilting his head back for him and baring the long column of his neck for him, his eyes fluttering shut. He let out a small, almost high pitched noise. Archie so badly wanted to leave marks on Jughead’s skin for everyone to see. But Jughead had forbid it for now, stubbornly wanting to stay in the closet until they’d figured themselves out. It was hard to stop himself from doing so. So, instead, he nipped at his skin, leaving small red marks that would quickly fade as he kissed down to Jughead’s collar bone.
Jughead squirmed in his lap, one hand going to tangle in Archie’s hair. He let out a quiet moan of Archie’s name, soft enough so it didn’t really leave the room. Fred likely wasn’t in the house but he didn’t want to take any chances. He really, really didn’t want this to be how Fred found out about them.
Archie gently pushed Jughead back onto the bed, crawling on top of him quickly after. His hips settled between Jughead’s legs and he continued kissing his neck, using one hand to slowly push up his shirt and expose his stomach, his fingers trailing around the boy’s soft, pale skin. Jughead’s back arched slightly, pushing himself up into Archie, up into his touch. He let out another noise, like his own pleasure surprised him. It did, honestly. He was forever startled by the pleasure his own body could bring him. He’d never really had his sexual awakening so this was all…new. He turned his head for Archie, letting him continue covering him in his wet, sloppy kisses.
Archie rolled his hips down, obviously desperate for some friction. He trailed his fingers along Jughead’s ribs, gently appreciating the way he was shaped, while he continued his almost vicious attack on his neck. Two very different sensations between them. The juxtaposition Of Archie’s actions had Jughead panting under him, biting his plush lower lip to try to keep in his desperate noises. His hips rolled up into Archie’s in desperation, his body half on autopilot. He pulled his shirt off, not liking the way it stuck to his body in the summer heat. “Arch-“ he went to say something but was caught with a harsh pant, squirming under him.
Archie glanced up at him, a slightly worried expression on his face. He pulled back from his attack to look at the boy beneath him, worry mixing with absolute awe as he stared. “You okay?” He asked quietly, his hands still resting on the boy’s rib cage, the tips of his thumbs dangerously close to his nipples. Jughead shook his head slightly, shaking off Archie’s worries. He cupped his face and pulled him down into a heated kiss, parting his lips for him almost instantly. He rolled his hips up again, desperate for something. Archie immediately licked into Jughead’s mouth with a moan, rolling his hips down to meet his again.
He shifted his hands just slightly so he could press the pads of his thumbs to Jughead’s nipples, slowly rubbing them, though it was hard to not let his impatience get the best of him. Jughead let out a slightly higher pitched moan. He hadn’t exactly had anyone touch his fucking nipples - not that anyone had touched him like this aside from Archie anyway. He squirmed, letting Archie take control of the kiss.
Archie couldn’t explain why he loved hearing Jughead moaning underneath him so much. But fuck, he really did. Every single sound Jughead made went straight to his dick, which was slowly nearing on painfully hard. Archie broke the kiss to instead moved down Jughead’s neck and to his chest, leaving a small mark next to one of his nipples before taking the nub into his mouth.
Jughead watched Archie, slightly confused, before he realized what he was doing. Oh. Oh. He moaned louder and squirmed, trying to press his face into the pillow somewhat to muffle his startled moans. “Fuc-“ He was cut off with another moan. “Archie- dadd-“ He squirmed, biting his lip to keep from finishing that
Archie felt something when Jughead cut himself off. He didn’t know what, but fuck, a new kind of fire had been kindled in him that wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.He pulled away from his nipple, his thumb replacing his mouth as he looked up at Jughead, his pupils blown.
“Say it.“ He said lowly, an obvious command, though he wasn’t usually the one giving those.
Jughead’s head snapped forward, staring at Archie. He looked…debauched, laying there all wonton under his ginger lover. His hair messed up from his fingers carding through it. He wasn’t used to Archie taking such a commanding tone with him. He parted his lips, considering, before squirming again. “Fuck- Okay- d-Daddy?”
Archie had zero clue what that was doing to him. But fuck if he was going to try to stop it. His lips quickly returned to Jughead’s chest with a sort of ferocity that hadn’t been there before. He was nipping and licking, sucking and biting. Leaving marks in places he knew wouldn’t be seen by anyone but him and Jughead. As much as he wanted to properly claim him, to leave marks in the open, he could definitely live with being able to basically maul him, knowing his marks would be their little secret, hidden beneath the layers of clothes Jughead always insisted on wearing.
Jughead let out more high pitched, breathy noises, his hand coming to cover his mouth to try to stifle them. His other hand tangled itself in Archie’s hair, half desperate. He already looked like he’d been mauled, honestly.
“A-Arch, fuc-“ He breathed, letting his eyes close and focus on the feeling of Archie’s lips and tongue on his chest.
Archie didn’t know if they were home alone. And, honestly, he didn’t care at this point. With how high pitched Jughead’s voice was his dad would probably assume he was with a girl anyways. Archie let out a soft, breathy moan against Jughead’s skin, continuing his trek of kissing and biting all the way down to his stomach, leaving a trail of marks behind. He slid his blunt nails down Jughead’s sides, digging them in slightly at his hips.
Jughead didn’t know if they were home alone. He didn’t want to run the risk of Fred finding out, either. He definitely didn’t need that. Not now. Jughead’s breath caught and he tugged on Archie’s hair. “Fuck, Arch- Daddy, I want-“ His breath caught again. “More?”
Archie hoped his dad didn’t find out. But his mind was too filled with lust at the moment. He just wanted Jughead and nothing else mattered. It was just them, even if it technically wasn’t.
Archie made a noise when Jughead pulled on his hair, because he couldn’t help it. He unbuttoned Jughead’s jeans, looking up at him and making eye contact. "More?” He asked, “Like what?”
Jughead squirmed a little at the feeling of Archie unbuttoning his jeans. He shook his head, face burning. “I, Uh, I don’t-“ He squirmed. “I don’t know?”
Archie definitely had an idea of what he wanted. So he pulled Jughead’s jeans down and off, tossing them to the side, though he left him in his boxers. He wrapped his fingers around the outline of his dick as he looked up at him. “Can I eat you out?”
Jughead’s breath caught, hips hitching up into Archie’s hand. He hadn’t really been touched like this. Not often, at least. His sex life with Archie was sporadic - of his own doing but frankly that was fine. It was then that Archie’s words caught up with him, his pale face flushing. “What?”
Archie smiled at him softly, a light chuckle escaping his lips. Jughead just looked so cute like that. He lazily moved his hand over Jughead’s cock through the fabric of his underwear, not taking his eyes off of him. “Can I eat you out?” He asked again. There was really no other way to put it.
Jughead felt his face head up again, squirming a little under his gaze and his touch. “Uh, yeah I-“ He didn’t really know how to answer that. This was definitely…new territory. “If…if you want to?” He didn’t know why Archie would want to but he definitely wasn’t going to say no.
Archie leaned down - not taking his hand off Jughead’s dick, of course. He liked the way it felt. - and pressed their lips together with a hum. “I know I want to. I just want to make sure you want it to,” he said softly. He didn’t want to push Jughead.
Jughead’s breath caught when Archie moved, pitting a little more pressure on his dick. “I…yeah, you can,” He said quietly, voice slightly strained. “But I might not, Uh…” Last long enough to be able to get Archie off.
Archie shook his head a little. He didn’t know what the rest of the sentence was but he knew it would be fine. He pecked Jughead’s lips again, teasingly squeezing his length once more before moving back. “Hands and knees would be easiest.”
Jughead’s breath caught and he immediately moved, trying to chase Archie’s lips. He flushed again, trying to suppress the guilt curling in his chest. He reminded himself that this was Archie. It was fine. He moved to carefully move onto his hands and knees, still more than a little embarrassed.
Archie could’ve cum right there. Jughead Jones was on his hands and knees for him. Every wet dream he had ever had was coming to a forefront in his mind. He hesitantly reached forward,letting his fingers grip Jughead’s ass with a hum, feeling his dick twitch in his jeans. Fuck.
Jughead didn’t really know Archie’d had wet dreams about him. His breath caught yet again but he let Archie touch him. He was insanely sensitive, due to just…never being touched. He shifted slightly.
Archie hooked his fingers under the waist band of Jughead’s underwear, slowly pulling it down to expose his ass. Archie didn’t know why, but he pressed a soft kiss to the newly exposed skin. Maybe as a way to comfort him. Jughead flushed again immediately. He was definitely…on edge. He hadn’t exactly done much like this. Ever. But he trusted Archie. He shifted slightly, trying to ready himself.
Archie had never eaten out a guy before. He had eaten out girls, though, and it couldn’t be much different, could it? He took both cheeks into his hands and pressed his nails in slightly, slowly parting them. He leaned forward and licked a stripe over his hole, seeing how Jughead would react.
Jughead had absolutely no idea what this was supposed to feel like. He’d never had any sort of sex. All his experiences had been with Archie, save for a few make out sessions with Betty.
His breath caught and he squirmed, letting out a loud, startled moan. His face was burning at this point and he really didn’t want to think about what was going on.
Archie liked being Jughead’s first for everything. He wasn’t sure why, maybe it was his possessiveness getting the best of him. Jughead was his and he took great pride in that.
Archie took that as an obviously good sign and did it again, pressing his face in further this time. He purposefully let out a hum, knowing Jughead would be able to feel the vibrations.
Archie was his first for pretty much everything. His first boyfriend. His first for anything sexual. Just…his first, really.
Jughead let out a startled noise that could only be described as a whine. He sunk his teeth into his plush lower lip only moments later, trying to muffle his noises. He automatically pushed his ass back a little, into Archie’s mouth.
Jughead’s noise went straight to Archie’s dick. He pressed his nails in harder, likely leaving small crescents in Jughead’s pale skin. He attempted to delve deeper, thankful that he didn’t have a long nose, his tongue pressed flat against Jughead’s hole.
Jughead’s breath caught and he let out a small, high pitched meal. Holy fuck that felt good. He pushed back again, head dropping down slightly. He painted a little, trying to catch his breath, but it was so fuckin’ hard when every time he inhaled, Archie moved his tongue and he was reminded of the obscene situation.
Archie dropped his hands to the front of Jughead’s thighs, letting his eyes fall closed as he continued to move his tongue. He was definitely painfully hard in his jeans, but fuck if he was going to stop while Jughead was making those noises. He easily curled one hand around Jughead’s cock, knowing full and well that it would be over stimulating.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He wasn’t going to last long if Archie kept doing that. It was bad enough that Archie’s- Fuck and his tongue moved again- that he could feel every movement of the boy’s mouth, every breath the ginger took. “Fuck, Arch- dadd-“ His voice came out slightly strained, breathless and high pitched
Archie just smirked against him. And he knew Jughead could feel that, too. He let his hand drag along his dick as he pressed his tongue in, past the rim, his tongue curling inside of him with a hum, which he knew Jughead could hear. He kept his free hand on Jughead’s thigh, making sure to hold him in place, no matter how bad his dick was straining in his jeans.
Jughead wasn’t going to last. He was close already but he didn’t want to cum before - and there it was. Archie actually pushed inside him. Jughead let out a startled moan, panting harshly afterward. He shook his head, sweaty locks of black hair sticking to his forehead. “Fuck-“ His breath caught again, ending in more panting. “Dad- Ah - close!”
Archie definitely considered pulling away to tease him, but decided that would be way too mean for his liking. So he increased the speed and pressure of his hand, letting out a moan against Jughead as he delved even deeper. He really wanted the boy to cum. He loved hearing the moans when he did so.
Jughead let out desperate little mewls, squirming underneath Archie’s assault on his ass. It was way too much simulation, especially for someone with no experience, and he soon came, painting Archie’s hand and the sheets. He panted a little, arms wobbling slightly to try to keep himself upright.
Archie pulled away after a long moment, careful to keep all of the mess on his hand. He didn’t want to have to clean his sheets for the hundredth time. He gentle pushed on Jughead’s hip, letting him fall back down onto the bed so he could relax properly.
Jughead fell onto the sheets at Archie’s clear signal. He nodded at his question, too tired to really do much else. He was naked and covered in a light sheen of sweat, quickly cooling now that he wasn’t caught in the throes of passion.
“Yeah, Arch.” His voice was slightly hoarse. “More’n Okay.”
He tugged Archie down into a soft kiss, tugging a blanket over himself sleepily.
A/N: Alrighty! If you want a part two with Archie getting off and some aftercare, let me know!
I hope this was what you wanted anon!! I’m happy to do something with intercourse if you’d prefer ;)
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