#jones!reader

The music pulsed through the Cooper house, the dim lights casting long shadows as bodies moved around in a drunken haze. Betty’s ‘small gathering’ had turned into something much bigger.

I leaned against the kitchen counter, swirling the drink in my cup, side-eyeing Jughead as he sat on the couch, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here. I felt the same. Parties weren’t really our thing, but Betty had insisted. 

“Relax, Y/N.” Betty had told me earlier. 

“It’ll just be fun, casual- something to take your mind off things.” Yeah right… I had half a mind to grab Jug and head out when Chuck Clayton, of all people, decided to run his mouth. 

“You know, Jughead’s little secret isn’t the only one in the family.” He announced, standing in the middle of the room like he was waiting for a damn spotlight. His words slurred slightly… he was way past the tipsy stage. I tensed. My fingers curled into fists at my sides. 

“Chuck, don’t.” Veronica warned, stepping closer, but Chuck just smirked. 

“That little Snake over there…” He continued, nodding toward me. 

“...isn’t just some moody, brooding Jones twin. Nah, she’s been slithering around with the Serpents for months.” The room fell quiet. My breath hitched. I forced my expression to stay blank, even as eyes snapped to me. Even as Jughead’s lips parted slightly in shock. 

“Chuck, shut the hell up.” I said, my voice calm but laced with venom. He laughed. 

“Why? Embarrassed? Ashamed?” His gaze flicked to Betty. 

“Guess your little bestie isn’t as innocent as you thought.” That’s when he stepped forward. 

Sweet Pea. 

He had been lingering in the background most of the night, blending into the crowd, but the second Chuck opened his damn mouth, he was at my side. 

“What the hell did you just say?” Sweets growled. Chuck grinned, cocky as ever. 

“I mean, it’s cute, really- bad girl act, sneaking around with the Southside trash-” That’s all it took. Sweet Pea lunged. 

His fist connected with Chuck’s jaw with a sickening crack, sending him stumbling backward into the coffee table. People screamed, scrambling out of the way and Chuck regained his footing and charged. Fists flew. The sound of knuckles against flesh echoed in the room. Chuck got a hit in, catching Sweet Pea’s cheek, but he barely flinched before tackling him to the ground, landing another brutal punch. 

“Sweet Pea!” I snapped, grabbing his arm before he could land another blow. His breathing was ragged, nostrils flaring. Chuck groaned beneath him, dazed and bloody. 

“He’s not worth it.” I muttered. Sweet’s jaw clenched. His knuckles were bloodied, his lip slit, but after a long tense second, he pushed off Chuck and stood. I grabbed his hand and pulled. We were out the door before anyone could stop is. 

We barely spoke on the way back to my trailer. I pushed the door open, pulling him inside, already heading for the first aid kit. Sweet Pea sat on the couch, shoulders stiff, hands still curled into fists. I crouched in front of him, setting the kit down and grabbing antiseptic. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” I muttered, dabbing at his split lip. He winced but didn’t pull away. 

“Yeah, I did.” I paused, meeting his gaze. His dark eyes burned with something fierce, something protective. My chest tightened. I focused on his knuckles next, carefully wiping away the blood. 

“Chuck’s an ass, but he wasn’t wrong about me being a Serpent.” 

“So?” Pea tilted his head. 

“I don’t care if this whole shitty town knows. You’re one of us, Y/N, always have been.” Something in me softened. I pressed a butterfly bandage against a particularly bad cut, my fingers lingering against his skin. 

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” I teased. 

“Would be a shame if Chuck messed up that face of yours.” Sweets smirked, despite the split in his lips. 

“You think I’m pretty, huh?” I rolled my eyes, but a small smile tugged at my lips. Sweet Pea grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer, his eyes dark with lust and some remaining anger. 

“You know I fucking think you’re beautiful.” He growled, his other hand coming up to grip my hips possessively. 

“My little Serpent.” My breath caught in my throat at the intensity of his gaze, the heat of his touch searing through my clothes. Without warning, he crashed his lips against mine in a bruising kiss, all tongue and teeth. I moaned into his mouth, fisting my hands in his shirt. Sweets stood, grabbing my thoughts and hoisting me up. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to my bedroom, not breaking the kiss. He tossed me onto the bed, crawling over me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. 

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.” He promised darkly, ripping open my flannel to reveal my lacy bra. He buried his face in my tits, kissing and biting the soft swells. I arched into his touch, a low moan escaping my lips. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging roughly. Sweet Pea made quick work of my bra, freeing my breasts. He latched onto a nipple, fucking hard as he pinched and rolled the other between his fingers. Sparks of pleasure shot straight to my core, making me writhe beneath him. 

“Fuck, Pea!” I gasped, grinding my hips against the prominent bulge in his jeans. He chuckled darkly against my skin, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. 

“So eager, baby girl.” His hands slid down my stomach to my jeans, popping the button and zipper. Pea yanked my jeans and panties down my legs, tossing them aside. Cool air hit my heated flesh, making me shiver. He pushed my thighs apart, exposing my glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. 

“You’re fucking dripping for me.” He groaned, running a finger through my folds. I whimpered, my hips bucking into his touch. 

“Such a needy little slut.” Before I could respond, his mouth was on me, licking a long stripe from my entrance to my clit. I cried out, back arching off the bed. Sweets ate me out like a man starved, his tongue delving deep inside me before flicking against my sensitive clit. My hands flew to his hair, holding him against me as he feasted on my pussy. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, my thighs trembling around his head. 

“Oh God, Sweet Pea…” I panted. 

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum!” He doubled his efforts, sucking my clit hard as he pushed two fingers knuckle-deep inside me. That was all it took to send me hurtling over the edge. I came with a sharp cry, my pussy clenching around his fingers as he pumped them in and out. Pea didn’t let up, continuing to lick and suck through my orgasm until I was boneless and twitching beneath him. Only then did he sit back, licking my juices from his lips with a satisfied smirk. 

“That’s one.” He purred, standing up to strip off his clothes. My eyes widened as his cock sprang free, hard, thick, and leaking at the tip. 

“I’ve got a few more rounds in me.” He crawled back over me, settling between my spread thighs. The blunt head of his cock notched against my entrance, making me gasp. Sweet Pea held my gaze as he slowly pushed inside, stretching me deliciously. I moaned low in my throat as he bottomed out, his pelvis flush against mine. He started to move, pulling out until just the tip remained before slamming back in. The force rocked my whole body, making my tits bounce. Sweet Pea set a brutal pace, pounding into me with animalistic grunts. The bed creaked beneath us with the force of his thrusts. I clunch to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he took me hard and deep. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned, his rhythm faltering slightly as his balls slapped against my ass. 

“You feel so goddamn good.” 

“Harder…” I panted, tilting my hips to take him deeper. 

“Fuck me harder!” Pea snarled, grabbing my thighs and pushing them towards my chest. He shifted the angle of his hips and began to thrust with abandon, hitting that sweet spot inside me with every snap of his hips. Pleasure coiled tight again, my walls starting to flutter around his cock. 

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum again!” I cried out, burying my face in his neck. 

“Not yet.” He commanded, pulling out completely. I whined in protest but he just flipped me over onto my stomach, lifting my hips up. Sweet pea entered me from behind in one swift thrust, his balls slapping against my clit. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back as he started to fuck me again, just as hard and fast as before. 

“Yes, yes, fuck!” I screamed, pushing back against him. 

“Don’t stop!” He didn’t, pounding into me until the room echoed with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and our combined moans. My second orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, making me see stars. Sweet Pea followed soon after with a loud groan, filling me with hot spurts of his cum. He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting harshly as we came down from our highs. 

“I fucking love you.” He muttered against my neck, pressing soft kisses to my sweat-slicked skin. I smiled softly, turning my head to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. 

“I love you too.” I whispered back.

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“Well, hi there, Sheriff,” you greet in subtle flirtation.

“Miss Jones,” Tom responds, a glint in his eye. “Another late shift?”

The Diner was quiet, comfortably so. Pops was still in the back whipping up meals for any customer to sit themselves down whilst you were working the floor and residing behind the counter, greeting customers, taking orders, and giving refills.

The only other employee apart from yourself was currently topping up a lone mans’ coffee in the far back corner.

“It appears so.” The forlorn sigh was clearly feigned, easily spotted by the small smile gracing your lips.

The man chuckles as he moves to seat himself at the booth opposite the counter near the door, removing his thick jacket and folding it in his arms to place beside him in the booth. “Slow night?”

You hum as you move to grab a coffee pot and a mug before walking to his booth, setting the mug down on to his table. “Very, But I’m not complaining,” you speak as you pour his drink.

Once filled, you pull your hand away, allowing Tom to reach for the mug, pulling it up to his lips and taking a slow sip. “Thanks, angel,” he speaks behind the rim of his cup as he sends you a small wink that, a handful of months ago would have had your knees literally buckling underneath you, although the pet name and the way it rolled off his tongue in such a deep tone had you wishing he’d repeat it over and over.

“So, what can I get for a hard-working man like yourself, Sheriff?” Your hip popped out to the left ever so slightly.

His smile was dazzling as he told you “The usual”, leaning back into the comfy red leather seat of the booth.

“Coming right up.” You turned on your heel only to feel a large warm hand clasp gently around your wrist, tugging you back softly. Looking behind you, you raise an eyebrow in amusement as Tom pulls you even closer, and eventually down towards him. “Anything else Sheriff?”

“I want to see you when your shift ends, angel.” His lips brushed against yours as he murmured to you. “When are you finished?”

You look into his hazel eyes and with a smile, happily told him, “I finish in an hour. Do you think you could possibly restrain yourself ‘til then?”

“I’ll be sure to try my hardest, angel.” You continued to smile as you pressed your lips to his, something quick but long enough to leave a lingering feeling of you against him.

Pulling away, you spin and make your way to the back to tell Pops of the new meal order, a little skip in your step and an extra sway to your hips, only to entice the Sheriff further.

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Tom’s jacket felt snug around you, even if the thing was certainly too large for your body. It engulfed you with its size and warmth and even if the man wasn’t sitting beside you in the drivers seat, you would still only smell him.

His hand rested comfortably on your leg just above your knee, his thumb running back and forth slowly as he drove, the radio was turned low, but it created the perfect environment to feel relaxed. His presence and the drive calmed you.

It felt all too perfect.

“So,” Tom’s voice came. “Kevin and the others are all staying over at Archies’.”

You looked over to him with a playful and teasing glint in your eye. “Are you inviting me over?”

He deeply chuckled and gave your knee a short but gentle squeeze. “I certainly am.”

“Well, I would love to, Sheriff.” You smiled as your leaned over in your seat, planting a kiss on his cheek.

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Night flew by and morning came quickly and before you knew it, it was midday.

Both you and Tom were somehow still in his bed, covered up by the large cover, entangled in each other’s limbs. Tom wore only his grey sweatpants while you were simply covered by a t-shirt of his, too large to be a perfect fit, just like his jacket.

“I know we both have the day off, but shouldn’t we at least finally get out of bed?” You asked, head still lazily resting on Tom’s chest.

You felt the vibrations in his chest when he grunted at the idea, clearly not wanting to move. “I don’t see why we would ever have to.”

You softly giggled at his reasoning as he placed a gently kiss to your forehead. “C’mon now, Sheriff, wouldn’t want me to die of starvation, would you?”

He sighed. “That would be pretty terrible.”

Placing another kiss to your forehead, he carefully moved you off of on top of him before sitting up, swinging his legs around and standing, stretching his muscles out. He turned to face you, standing tall with his hands on his hips, allowing his bare chest to unashamedly be on display, allowing your eyes to wander as much as they pleased without care.

“C’mon angel, you’re getting up too.”

You smirked mischievously. “Actually, I think I’ve changed my mind. There all the sudden seems to be a great view from right here.”

There was a pause before the covers were thrown from off your body and the morning air hit your bare legs. You threw your head back with laughter as Tom grasped your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed before bending, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as if you were weightless.

You laughed and squirmed in his hold as he carried you away from the bed and down the stairs towards the kitchen, sitting you atop the counter, the cool surface raising goosebumps along your skin and sending a small shiver down your spine.

You sat and watched as he meandered about the kitchen, getting set to start cooking a breakfast for both of you to enjoy. He turned towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling away. “Put some coffee on, angel. Just gonna grab a shirt.”

“Okay,” you breathed out in a dreamy haze, a smile on your face with your bottom lip entrapped between your teeth, eyes hooded as you watch him leave.

Sighing out, you hop off the counter and walk your way over to the coffee maker, turning the radio on beside it to let music fill the air after switching on the coffee machine and leaning against the counter, softly nodding your head along to the music.

With the sweet tunes on the radio and the noise of the coffee machine surrounding the kitchen, you failed to hear the front door open and close, the noise of multiple footsteps and the hushed whispers between Archie and Veronica.

“Hey dad-“ Kevin’s voice fell short as he turned the corner and spots you stood there after quite the scare his voice gave you, eyes wide, two coffee mugs in hand clutched to your chest which below, holds your heart that beats erratically from the fright.

The others had stepped behind Kevin, all with a different emotion forming on their features once they realise what they had just walked in on.

Veronica held a look of something akin to proud, even a subtle look hinting that she already had some suspicion. Either way, the smirk was still present.

Betty seemed in complete shock, eyes wide, jaw dropped open. If it were even physically possibly, you were certain her eyes would’ve popped out of her head like you see in the cartoons.

Archie looked confused, as if his mind was withholding information that he should really know at this moment. His brain was working it out, slowly. You could almost hear the gears in his head turning.

Kevin, well, you couldn’t really read Kevin for once. It seemed as if he was in denial yet had already accepted it all in one go.

But Jughead, he was the easiest to read out of them all. Your little brother was angry, beyond belief.

To confirm what most already knew, Archie was still working it out, Tom came into view, pulling a t-shirt over his head, freezing when he notices the group stood there and your frozen frame.

After a moment of silence passes, you finally come to your senses and groan.

“Shit.”

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Jughead had stormed out of the house silently and went God knows where, leaving yourself, Tom and the other four remaining in the house.

“So, this is why you’ve been so happy recently?” Kevin muttered. He glanced between the two of you and it seemed the denial of the situation had faded from him entirely, now leaving just the acceptance, and possible happiness.

“Look, son-“ Tom started but was swiftly cut off by Kevin.

“No, it’s fine. I’m not gonna pretend I’m over the moon about it but I can accept it. You’re both adults and she clearly makes you happy, and I really hope you make her happy.” Kevin turned his attention to you. “Does my dad make you happy?”

Sending him a small smile, you nod without hesitation. “Yeah, he really does.”

Kevin smiled back at you. “Good. You’re a really good friend of mine Y/N/N and you two are a part of the handful of people I really care about and want to be happy.” He moved to hug you which you easily returned, sighing out in relief. The embrace lasted a few second before he pulled away, moving towards his dad to also give him a hug, to which Tom returned the warm embrace, whispering to his son a thank you and patting his back once before the two separated.

Kevin looked between you both again and his smile turned teasing. “If this gets like marriage level serious though, I am totally not calling you mom.”

The tension had eased further as you all shared a small laugh. Well, except Archie, who gasped in shock and gaped at you and Tom, finally working out what exactly he had missed. “Wait, you guys are together?!”

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Everyone left after grabbing what they needed and congratulating the two of you, even if they were all still trying to wrap their heads around it. After the shock wore off, even Archie had said he was happy for his ‘big sister’, which delivered a bittersweet feeling since even though you had always seen Archie as a little brother, it reminded you of the brother who had reacted so badly.

It had dampened your mood considerably, but Tom was there to help cheer you up, giving you words of encouragement and sweet praise.

The two of you continued to make and eat breakfast, even if you had lost a lot of your appetite.

Tom could sense the shift in your mood, but he felt as if he couldn’t really do much in this situation, the only thing that could really help is if you were to seek out your brother and work things through.

Archie had told you to just give Jughead a little space and time before going after him, even if you had already known that. But it still felt difficult to not allow thoughts of your brother hating you for the rest of his life consume you.

But you tried. You tried and allowed yourself to be somewhat happy for the rest of the day spent with Tom, actually smiling every now and then, enjoying his company, his touches, his words, his kisses, his smile.

By 10, you knew you should go after him finally. He had enough hours of acting out childishly. He may be stern and stubborn, but those traits were strongest with you. Must be a firstborn thing, you always joked with him and your father.

Exchanging sweet ‘goodbye’s and ‘see you later’s with Tom, you left the Keller residence and walked the distance over to the Andrews residence, Archie having told you he had turned up at his house an hour or so ago.

Tom wasn’t ecstatic about letting you walk alone at such a late time at night, but you argued that you really could use the time it took you to walk to calm yourself down and think through what you had wanted to say.

And you did. The entire length of the walk, you had mulled over and planned and practiced what you could possibly say to your baby brother that would make him hate you just that little less.

Even when you knocked on their door and Fred had answered with a somewhat understanding smile, not that he actually knew the full extent of the situation, you worked on your grand speech. Even when you slowly made your way up their stairs and passed Archie on the way, him giving you a comforting squeeze on the shoulder and a reassuring smile. Even when you opened Archies’ bedroom door and found Jughead sitting there quietly.

Everything you worked out in your head dissipated when he looked up and met your eyes for a brief second. Gone.

You stared at your brother from the doorway whilst he went back to looking at the wall opposite the bed, his hands clasped in front of him, arms rested on his knees.

“Hey Jug.” He barely spared you a glance but still, he uttered a small “Hey,” back.

You took caution when moving towards the bed, sitting down beside him slowly, all whilst keeping your eye on him.

“It’s nice to see you have clothes on,” he weakly spat. As much as he wanted to be, he always found it difficult to be angry with you. Just the same as when you found difficulty in being angry with him.

You sighed. “Jug-“

“Why?” He started. “Why did you choose our friends dad?”

“I don’t know. I’m just- I’m so happy, Jug,” you answered quietly.

“He’s our friend’s dad. He’s old enough to be your dad,” Jughead spoke whilst standing, beginning to pace the room, his voice slowly raising in volume. “He’s the same age as our dad. They went to high school together!”

You were beginning to feel fed up of how he was acting, wanting to explain but believing his behaviour was more childish than it should be. “God, Jug, why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!”

You sat wide eyed at your brother, his shout surprising you, his words even more so. “What?”

He sighed and slumped down against the wall opposite where you sat on the bed, his head falling into his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked quieter.

You sighed too, realising what his overreaction and outburst had really been about. You moved beside him, sliding down the wall, and wrapping your arm around his shoulders. “I don’t know. I was scared,” you started, his head lifting to look at you. “I was scared you’d react badly. Kinda like earlier,” you gave him a look and he had the decency to feel somewhat sheepish.

“You always tell me everything, just like I tell you. I just, I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I didn’t feel right that I found out like the others did.”

“I know.” You hugged him tighter. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“I’m sorry, too.” Jughead turned his body, wrapping his arms around you awkwardly in a hug which you returned, giving him a squeeze.

You pulled away, looking down at him with a small smile. “Can you stop being mad at me now?”

Jughead returned the smile. “Only if we get something from Pops’, your treat obviously.”

You laugh to which he joins in. “Sure thing, Agatha Christie.”

He stands and offers you his hand, which you take, and allow him to pull you back up to your feet. You snort as you swing your arm over his shoulders and around his neck, causing him to grumble and shove you off of him, chuckling afterward.

He steps through the doorway of Archie’s bedroom first, you following behind. You both make your way down the stairs and towards the door, calling out to Archie and Fred if they wanted to join you both.

Whilst waiting by the front door for Archie to join you two, Fred calling that he’d be okay but thanking you anyways, Jughead looked towards you, a mischievous glint in his eye and the corner of his mouth being upturned slightly.

“You do realise you still have to break the news to dad, right?”

You paled.

“Fuck.”

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I would’ve had this out a lot sooner but I’ve been so caught up with college work and had a bad case of writers block lmao

It could’ve turned out better

Could’ve turned out worse

It’s mediocre

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