#bughead smut

dear new york, i’ll never forget you

bughead sneak peek

NSFW

“This is so great, Juggy.” Betty giggles. She strips the day's clothes off, ending up in her light pink underwear.

The blonde pulls her bottom lip between her teeth before looking towards her boyfriend. Jughead is sitting on the edge of her bed, his eyes unable to move from her body.

Betty points to the head of the bed, silently instructing him to sit back and let her do the work. Jughead obeys without a second thought, knowing what she’s planning.

Jughead sits with his back against the headboard as Betty climbs onto his lap. She doesn’t waste any time in kissing him, moving her hips against his at the same time.

“Too many clothes.” She mumbles into his mouth before she pulls at the hem of his shirt. Jughead lifts up his arms and his shirt comes right off before Betty throws the material to the floor. She crashes her lips back to his as they begin the familiar routine they’ve created over the past year.

Soon, there’s no clothes between them except for the lace of her panties and the worn-out material of his boxers. “Are you sure?” He whispers, like he does every time they start something intimate.

Betty nods her head before reaching into her bedside table to grab a condom. She quickly pulls Jughead’s underwear off as he lifts up his hips, giving her better access. Jughead takes the foil packet from her, making it easier for her to remove her own underwear.

She throws her panties to the floor, and when she looks back to her boyfriend, he’s hard and ready to go. Betty wastes no time in getting comfortable on his lap, lining herself up before she falls down onto his erection.

They both groan at the feeling of being joined, and soon Betty has to hide her mouth in his neck to keep herself quiet.

She rides him slowly, wanting to save the moment, wanting to feel all of him for as long as she can. Jughead’s hands find her hips, but he never takes over her moments, loving the way she grinds against him.

They move at the same tempo for what could be hours, and she doesn’t speed up her moments until she can feel his teeth against her collarbone, leaving tiny maris as he goes. Betty presses her nails into his back, pulling deep groans from his throat as crescents appear on his skin.

Betty takes control like she usually does, and soon Jughead is throwing his head back in pleasure as he gets close to his orgasm.

The blonde is about to reach down to touch herself when Jughead’s fingers beat her to it. His teeth dig deeper into her skin when his orgasm finally hits, hers only seconds after.

“With my head between your legs, You’ll be reciting the poems i never finished because they were on the tip of my tongue”

I saw this gif and my mind kind of went off v nsfw bb

As the leather whip in Betty's hand cracked down on Jughead's backside for the last time, a whimper escaped him. Her fingers already tangled in his hair pulled, baring his throat to her.

“What is it?”

A happy sigh escaped him. “Fuzzy.”

“Oh.” She hummed in thought before taking a seat beside him. “Was that set too much for you?”

He knew it was just a formality; he was crumbling exactly at her design, every scene they tried carefully curated to her liking. “Daddy.”

She shushed him, carding her fingers through his hair as her fingertips danced down his bare back. Again, she hummed in thought as her touch added to the tingles already plaguing his reddened skin. Suddenly, she laughed.

“What?” he breathed, not lucid enough to open his eyes.

“You were mumbling something about my pussy...did you want to elaborate?”

His mouth watered at the mention of his favourite spot to focus on.

“Use your words.”

He smiled, sheepishly burying his face into the pillow.

“No, no,” she breathed, grabbing him by his hair.

A gasp escaped him when she reached out to cup his chin with her other hand, holding him steady.

“I want to hear what you're thinking.”

“What I’m thinking?”

She nodded.

He hummed, a smile crossing his lips as his eyes slipped shut. “With my head between your legs, you'll be reciting the poems I never finished.”

A giggle escaped her. “And why's that, my sweet boy?”

Happily, he smiled at her, intoxicated by her touch and attention. “Because,” he breathed, forcing his eyes open as he glanced over at her. “They were on the tip of my tongue.”

“You’re so sweet, angel.”

He giggled when she leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Enjoy my rival spies au <3

“Oh no.” Betty laughed as they stumbled into another unfamiliar hotel room, even if this one looked exactly like the last dozen they had been in.

He stiffened at the juxtaposition between her words and her attitude. “What?” he gasped.

Her hands cupped his cheeks, immediately brushing Hsi stresses away as she pulled him in for another soothing kiss. “There’s only one bed, what on Earth will we do now?” Betty mumbled sarcastically between kisses.

Jughead kicked the door closed behind them before her back was pressed against it. A happy hum escaped him as he peppered kisses down the column of her throat, pulling back after she gasped. “Well,” he mused, chuckling when she threaded her fingers through his hair, forcing him to look at her. “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

“Convenient.”

He smiled warmly before pecking her lips. “Can we keep going or do you really want to make love against a door?” He couldn't help but grin against her lips when she kissed him again.

“I love that you think of it as making love.”

His smile faltered. “Do you not?”

Her shoulders relaxed as she smiled up at him. “I do. It is.” And after a breath- “We do.” A heavy sigh escaped her before she met his gaze again, one of her arms around his neck pulling away so she could cup his cheek. “I always think about you.”

She didn't have to say anymore; the constant running and hiding and pretending that the one person she loved wasn't enemy number one in the Kremlin's eyes weighed on her just as much as hiding away his true feelings from the CIA. Both of their kill orders vanished the moment they locked eyes across a crowded cafe in Italy years ago. Some days he could still smell the espresso brewing if the sun shined the right way as they lounged in bed after a late night rendezvous settled into early morning.

He smiled warmly before kissing her again, lips trailing all over her face. “We'll figure out how to get out of this,” he breathed in her ear.

If he was being truthful, he had wanted to come home to her since the moment they met. Thoughts of false names and places off the radar they could hide away in -growing old together- constantly swirled through his mind.

But he knew Betty.

She thought she had an expiration date and she was always pushing against it just a little too hard in his opinion.

“I love you.”

She smiled against his lips before her usual reply followed. “I know.”

“Tomorrow-”

She pulled away to shake her head. “Don't,” she breathed. “Think about tonight.”

"that don't stop us before"

+ points if it is on the blue and gold

For you? All of it, anon.

Jughead went stiff when Betty locked the door his back had been slammed into. "We shouldn't do this here," he breathed against her lips.

She just grinned, cupping his face in her hands as she pulled him in for a brain melting kiss. "That didn't stop us before."

He scoffed, about to make a point when he felt her strap on under her mechanic outfit. “That was back when we were the only ones that had the key.”

“I guess you'll have to be good then.” She grabbed his hand without another word, leading him over to her desk. After pushing him to his knees under the desk, she sat in her old chair, pulling away her denim grease smock to reveal one of her usual tight blouses. A smile crossed her lips when his eyes widened in anticipation. “Sit pretty for Daddy.”

He nodded, straightening as his palms rested above his knees.

“Good boy,” she cooed.

He sat a little taller at her words, waiting impatiently for further instructions.

“I think you deserve something fun today.”

Before he could process her words, she shifted in her seat, wiggling her clothes down her hips as bright blue plastic sprung free. His mouth watered at the familiar hue.

“Open.”

Without a word, he obeyed.

“Good,” she purred, sliding her thumb along his lower lip before firmly gripping his chin. “I think now's a fun time to work on that gag reflex.” Not one to waste time on his response, she guided the dildo between his lips, forcing it down his throat.

Tears pricked at his eyes as he tried to swallow it down.

“That's it,” she cooed, soothingly rubbing her hand up and down the back of his neck as she guided his throat along the plastic.

His nails dug into the fabric of his pants as he focused on his breathing and the familiar feeling of silicone on his tongue. A moan escaped him when her barefoot pressed down above the tent in his pants.

She shushed him, carding her fingers through his hair as she thrust her hips upward in a steady rhythm. “Don't think. Just listen to me and let go.”

Maybe with pegging?

I’m loving your drabbles!

Since you asked so nicely <3

Jughead gasped, gripping at the sheets as a grin passed over his lips. “You're so easy,” he chuckled, interrupting himself with another sharp gasp.

“I'm easy?” Betty growled between thrusts. “Please. You and Sweet Pea were practically making out by the time we left.”

He shrugged, throwing his head back when he hips slammed into his, leaving the length of her strap-on buried deep within him. “Oh, fuck.”

She smirked down at him, grabbing his wrists when his hands left her hips. “No, no,” she breathed, pinning his hands over his head as she leaned down so she was just shy of being able to kiss his lips. “If I’m so easy, you should be able to ask for whatever your heart desires.”

“Please,” he begged quietly.

She raised a brow. “What was that, angel?”

“Please-“ His voice was rough, a pleading growl to his own ears. “Please, keep fucking me.”

“Awe,” she cooed patronisingly. “Do you need to come?”

He nodded, not trusting his own voice.

“No, no, I want to hear my pretty boy beg, so do it.”

A whine escaped him as he looked up at her with pleading eyes. “Daddy.”

“No,” she said sternly, her hips rolling against his slowly, maddeningly. “Don’t Daddy me. If you want it, you have to work for it.”

He swallowed hard before arching his back so their bodies were flush. “I’m so close, just a little more, Daddy.”

She hummed, pecking his cheek before smiling down at him. “Do you want Daddy to touch you?”

His eyes widened as he nodded excitedly. “Please, please, please-“

She shushed him, leaning down to kiss his neck as her hand sank lower.

He gasped when she touched him exactly where he needed.

“Why should I reward you for your bad behaviour?” she whispered in his ear.

“I was drinking, I’m sorry.”

She scoffed.

“What?”

“You think I don’t know you were drinking, kitten?”

He swallowed thickly.

“I know exactly how much you drank. That doesn’t change my question; why should you be rewarded?”

A heavy sigh escaped him as he squeezed his eyes shut. “I don’t know.”

Betty froze above him.

When he chanced a look at her, her smile was radiant. “What?” he asked quietly.

She interrupted him with a kiss, no longer interested in talking. As they kissed, she quickly found the comfortable stride she had before teasing him. Without much prompting, he was overwhelmed with pleasure; she swallowed down his moans and whimpers as he trembled, clinging to her.

He closed his eyes as he panted. When her hips slowed, he reached out for her, smiling when she peppered kisses along his cheeks. A whimper escaped him when she pulled out.

“Are you alright?”

He nodded, curling onto his side as she stood, wandering off to remove the harness around her hips. “Will you cuddle with me?” he mumbled as she returned, wiping his stomach clean with a warm washcloth.

“Of course,” she chuckled. “Let me just get you cleaned up, okay?”

He hummed in affirmation as he sank into the mattress again. A happy sigh escaped him when she settled beside him, pulling him into her embrace as they faced one another. “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you,” he murmured against her throat.

Betty scoffed before her hand came down on his backside, drawing a surprised yelp from him. “I don’t mind showing you that you’re mine-“ Her fingers wrapped around the back of his neck possessively. “But don’t ever forget who you belong to.”

He smiled against her throat, shifting to kiss her collarbone before resting his head against the pillow they were sharing. “Don't worry,” he breathed, leaning up to kiss her lips. “Nobody knows my body like you do.”

She smiled against his lips. “I love you.”

“To pieces,” he breathed warmly.

The "first part"

Jughead drowsily wiped his tears with the back of his hand as Betty helped him stand.

“Come here, kitty,” she cooed, leading him up the length of the bed before pulling back the covers. At her prompting, he quickly sank into the plush bedding, holding out his arms for her. After slipping under the covers, she giggled as he threw his arms around her, pulling her close as his leg stretched over both of hers. “Do you feel o-”

He hissed when her fingers settled just shy of the small of his back, touching the burning skin of his ass.

“Oh, angel.”

“It's okay,” he breathed, burying his face in her neck as he inched closer. “I was bratty, I needed it.”

Her fingers tangled through his hair as she craned her neck to kiss the crown of his head. “Yeah, you did.”

He laughed weakly, burying his face in her neck as she wrapped her arm around his waist, the other securely tucked under his neck. “Do you feel better?”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “That has to be a release for you,” he mused around a yawn. “You can take out whatever pent up aggression-”

“Whoa,” Betty interrupted, tilting his chin up before she cupped his face in one hand. “My daily aggression isn't allowed into your disciplining, kitty. When I hurt you, I do it from love, you know that.” A sigh escaped her when he hummed weakly, understanding but not really comprehending what she meant. “Angel?”

Once more, he hummed in acknowledgement as he shifted to meet her gaze.

“A good spanking helps make your head clear, right?” She waited for him to nod before continuing. “Now, why would I want to introduce negativity into that?”

“I don't know,” he whispered, timidly reaching out to snag an errant curl lying on her chest, twirling it around his finger a few times before hiding his face again. “I just don't feel like it's an even give and take sometimes.”

“Jughead, look at me.”

After a tired sigh, he turned to meet her gaze. “Yes, Daddy?”

Her concern gave way to a soft smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I know that. I can see it in how you care for me on any other day, but especially when you need me. And I know you know it, but it's okay to just need to be needy.”

He nodded after a moment of quiet. “Okay.”

“You believe me?”

Again, he nodded.

“Good,” she breathed, leaning down to kiss his temple. “Let's get you to bed. If you're really in need of making me feel good, we can plan something else for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

She hummed in affirmation.

He yawned, snuggling closer as her arm around him tightened. “I like the sound of that.” When Betty attempted to pull away, he squeezed his arm around her middle. “No.”

“Kitty, I need to do a little aftercare.” She laughed softly to herself. “You're already not going to be able to sit very much tomorrow-”

“Cuddles count as aftercare, right?”

Betty made a noise after a moment of thought. “Yeah, you're right my little prince. Can I at least pop a candy in your mouth? Sugar always helps you calm down a little more.”

He nodded, letting his eyes slip closed as relaxation overcame him like a heavy blanket. After Betty shifted into him again, candy in hand, he pulled her closer.

“Relax,” she whispered, coaxing the candy between his lips as her arms wrapped around him again.

He did his best to comply, humming happily as she kissed his temple. “I love you.”

And the other one

Jughead paused when Betty entered his dorm room, rearing on and on about their current investigation, ready to start making accusations when her gaze fell from his to the unbuttoned dress shirt and the uncaring tie he had pulled loose after finishing up with his classes for the day. Lazily, he had unbuttoned his dress pants, his belt thrown somewhere on the floor as he had shuffled back and forth doing something and nothing equally well. “What?”

“Nothing,” she breathed, not looking away from his bare abdomen. “I was just-” After trailing off, she wet her lips. “I mean, I-”

“I’ll take it that you like what you see?” he teased.

She glanced up, meeting his gaze again.

His mouth went dry at how...hungry she looked. “Bed?” he asked, tired and sleepy but wholeheartedly interested in appeasing any of her all too willing desires.

She nodded excitedly as she kicked the door closed with her foot before dropping her bag and then her coat to the floor. Without another word, she stepped forward, carefully moving his tie to sit over his shoulders before she could push his dress shirt off.

His dress pants quickly followed. “What’re you-“

She shushed him, neatly refastening his tie before meeting his gaze, a sultry smirk on her lips. “Get on the bed.”

His shoulders deflated a bit. “But I hate my tie,” he pouted.

Betty hummed reassuringly. “But now you’ll think of me every time you put it on.”

He rolled his eyes. “I already do that.”

She raised a brow at the double meaning of his words. On the one hand, he already thought about her almost constantly; on the other, he had experienced her hand around his throat more than enough times to know he enjoyed it. “Well,” she mused. “Now you can think about all of the things I’m going to do with it today.”

Heat rose over his cheeks.

“Get on the bed,” she repeated.

He nodded, scrambling onto his bunk without another word.

“No,” Jughead begged, weakly fighting against Betty's grasp on his wrists.

She shushed him, leaning down to trail her lips along the column of his throat as her hips continued moving at a maddening pace, pushing him closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. If he truly wanted her to stop, she would at the mere mention of his safe word.

“I'm going to-”

“I know,” she breathed, squeezing his hips between her knees. “I want you to.”

“No,” he whimpered. “I wasn't good- I don't-”

Betty let go of his wrists, cupping his face to the crook of his neck as she disregarded his empty begging. “I want you to come, kitten, don't fight it.” A sigh escaped her when he tensed up. “Hey.”

“Daddy-”

“No, no,” she breathed. “Just let me please you. Please,” she begged, tilting his chin up so she could look him in the eyes. “I want to please you.”

He blinked up at her, eyes glazed as he tried to comprehend her words. “But I wasn't-”

“No, no,” she cooed, cupping his face in her hands. “You were very good for me.”

“I-”

She shushed him. “Please, let me make you feel good.” Her thumbs slid back and forth over his cheeks. “I want us to feel good together.”

He swallowed, looking up at her with such a soft look on his face. “Kiss me?” he begged.

Betty grinned before she obliged, holding him close as they raced closer to the edge of pleasure.