Oh God, my inner puritan is *blushing* right now. I started writing this like... over a year ago and I donât know if Iâll ever finish it. I low key got tired of re-reading all the season 2 era bughead smut fanfics on ao3 (because believe me, iâve read them all) and decided to give it a go myself. Iâm not very explicitly smutty when I write, I prefer to allude to things or just graze the surface. not to say that I donât like including sex scenes in my works - I just tend to steer clear of anything graphic.
Since I donât know if Iâll actually finish it, Iâll post it here in its current entirety. For context, itâs meant to go through all of bugheadâs âsexcapadesâ throughout the early series, all the unseen intimate moments between them from their kitchen makeout scene in 1x13 up until they actually do the deed in 2x12, and possibly even exploring how their relationship changed and strengthened afterwards -- I 100% would name it something else if it ever went up on ao3, but for now, bughead sexcapades is the working title hahahahaa
Who knows, maybe going through my old WIPs thanks to this game mightâve just inspired me to keep writing it aahahaha
Betty had been honest with her mother; the night of Riverdaleâs 75th Jubilee, her and Jughead almost had sex when they went back to FPâs trailer.Â
They didnât talk about it beforehand, and really, both had been too distracted by the Black Hood shooting Fred Andrews to properly discuss it with each other afterwards. But somewhere between Betty removing her pink coat and Jughead lifting her up and near-slamming her against the kitchen cabinets, both of them were completely aware of what was about to happen.
But then Jughead changed schools, and there was less time to spend with each other, and the nerves set in. They started making out once or twice, and both of them could feel the urge to connect with each other in the most intimate of ways⌠but had always been interrupted.Â
Their first post-âshirtless in the trailer kitchenâ make out was in the Red and Black office; Jughead deepened their kiss and pulled Betty towards his body as he leaned back against a desk - it reminded him of the Blue and Gold, their haven of intelligence gathering (and their place to escape for a few moments alone during school hours). Their near-hookup in FPâs trailer had ignited some kind of flame in both of them; they werenât as cautious with touching, the familiar comfortability giving both of them the confidence to explore each otherâs bodies in their own nervous way - Jugheadâs hands strayed from Bettyâs cheeks to her neck, then to her waist, and he hoped that maybe heâd get to move his hands even lower...
But still, theyâd been interrupted - then, and any other subsequent time, whether by friends or Bettyâs mother calling her to come home. So much so that sex seemed like it was going to become an impossible mission that not even Tom Cruise could achieve.
When they had finally found the time to be alone, shortly after Jughead drag raced the Ghoulies and Betty admitted that she didnât really want to break up with Jughead (in fact, that was not what sheâd asked Archie to do), theyâd both overthought the possibility of sex so much that neither was certain whether they were actually ready for it, or if their intensifying emotions were the result of the life-threatening happenings in their hometown.Â
âWeâll know when it feels like the right time, Betts.â Jughead reassured her after she wiggled out from under him on the trailerâs bed; Jughead had claimed it after FP was imprisoned, but Betty was struggling to think of it as being anything other than Jugheadâs parents bed. And something about having sex in it felt... off.
Betty sighed. âI want you, Juggie, I donât know whatâs wrong with meâŚâÂ
Less than two weeks earlier sheâd practically torn her and Jugheadâs shirts off in an effort to get closer to him. But today, lying on her back beneath her boyfriend, on a bed, her thighs cradling is hips as they kissed (hot, open mouthed kisses) as though her body was in control and her brain was just following its lead, sex just seemed so much more real - and the butterflies in her stomach threatened to swallow her up. Betty knew having sex would change something between them that couldnât be reversed, and sheâd only just gotten him back. She didnât want to risk losing him by doing too much too fast.Â
âNothing! Nothingâs wrong with you.â Jughead said quickly; his eyes betrayed the mild panic he felt. âWe both have to be feeling completely comfortable and ready or itâs not going to work out - and I read that on Reddit, so we can reasonably believe itâs true.â He smirked as his eyes met hers.Â
Betty giggled. âDid you find a thread called âhow to have sexâ and use the replies as research?â She brushed a stray lock of hair from Jugheadâs forehead.Â
Jugheadâs cheeks were turning pink. He cleared his throat before speaking. âWell, thatâs, ah - that wasnât the exact titleâŚâÂ
Betty smiled and reached out to take his hand. âHey, comfortable, right?â She leaned over and kissed him. Although she still wasnât completely sure about sex itself, kissing Jughead and feeling his arms wrap around her was a great experience in itself.Â
Jughead leaned into her, his body coming dangerously close to pinning her down into the mattress. He groaned quietly as Betty kissed his neck, and Betty felt the sound all the way down her navel, and lowerâŚ
He felt Betty lightly pushing his chest, and he rolled onto his back so she could straddle him. His body felt like it was on fire. The feel of her, pressed against him, had him filled with desires he didnât know could exist. Everywhere Jughead touched her felt hot, and her mouth on his was like a fulfilling heat that awakened every nerve inside him. He trailed his hands down to her hips and pulled her up his body slightly so she was straddling his lower abdomen instead of his lap, fearing that if he left her there then this would be over before it even really started.
Betty pulled away from his mouth, her eyes a mixture of lust and vulnerability that had Jugheadâs breath coming out in laboured gasps. âJuggie?â she asked in a breathy moan.Â
Oh God and yes were the only words in Jugheadâs mind. âYe-yeah?â He forced out when he could focus.Â
âItâs getting kind of lateâŚâ She bit her bottom lip for a moment. Jugheadâs grip on her hips tightened at the sight. âI could tell my Mom Iâm staying over at Veronicaâs⌠thatâs if, you know⌠you donât want me to go.â Her eyes searched Jugheadâs.Â
Jugheadâs mind was swimming, and he would have been embarrassed that it took him so long to figure out what she meant if he could even think at all. âUm, yes, that's a great idea.â She probably could have asked him to paint himself blue and go to school dressed as a Smurf and he would have agreed, so long as she stayed right where she was.Â
Betty smiled and laughed softly. The vibrations sent tingly jolts through Jugheadâs body and he couldnât contain the groan that escaped his mouth. Bettyâs eyes lit up for a moment before she blushed and looked down at his chest. She ran her fingers up his chest softly, and Jughead placed his hands on her cheeks to pull her down for another kiss.
This kiss felt deeper than the others. Bettyâs tongue slipped into his mouth. One of Jugheadâs hands slid into Bettyâs hair as the other wrapped around her back. Her chest pressed deliciously up against his. She was so warm, right now and every day. And she freely gave him her warmth, no strings attached. Bettyâs love warmed his heart, his body, his mind - he gravitated towards it every day, and gave it back to her in the form of light brushes of fingers, a hand in her hand, a gentle nudging of her shoulder... Â
And her smiles⌠wow.
Jugheadâs heart was beating faster than heâd ever felt it beat as Betty started kissing and sucking on his neck. Heâd never been so closely entangled with Betty before, and all he wanted was to get even closer. As close as two people could getâŚÂ
But he wasnât going to push the point, not when they both had reasons to hesitate.Â
âCan IâŚâ Betty said nervously. âDo you want me toâŚâ her hand slid down his chest, over his hip (his breath hitched as her fingers met the skin where his shirt had ridden up) and rested on his thigh. She squeezed his thigh just a little, and Jughead couldnât believe how sensitive it was; how good it felt.Â
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Little wip for a picture I've been wanting to do for a while. I kept trying to draw Jugman, but it wasn't looking right. So I took some time away from drawing/was too busy to lol.
Now after some time I was able to do this ^_^
Excited to work on it more later, but it's a decent start.
Again the Jugman movie gave some Bughead goodness ^_^
Betty propped herself up against the headboard and sighed, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms for a moment. The memory (or was it her imagination?) of the golden ring made her look down at her hand, though no ring could be seen. She closed her eyes and let her head lean back against the headboard behind her. Had she been dreaming that Jughead had proposed to her?
He couldn't blame her if she did. Why should she have to stay with the messed up kid from the wrong side of the tracks when she could have someone like Archie Andrews or Reggie Mantle; Riverdale High's golden boys. Surely she wouldn't be getting the same baggage she was left with with him if she chose them instead. She deserved better, he knew she did. It was just the constant worry of waiting for her to realise it too.
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Okay Iâm cheating by doing more than a sentence but oh well.
"Have I mentioned how beautiful you look today?" Jughead leaned down to mutter the words against Betty's ear. One of his hands was on the left side of her waist, his other grasping her hand which wasn't on his shoulder. The pair danced gracefully to the song Hallelujah, in a little world of their own despite being in a room full of people.
