#jughead x reader

The worn leather of the couch was cool against my bare thighs. Jughead’s office above The Wyrm was quiet, the usual hum of the bar below just a distant whisper. His beanie was tossed carelessly on his desk, his dark hair mussed from my fingers. We were wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten. 

His lips trailed a hot, slow path from my collarbone to the strap of my tank top, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed under the hem. My own heart was a frantic drum against my ribs, but his nervousness was a palpable thing in the air between us, sweet and achingly genuine. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and serious in the low light. His thumb stroked my cheek. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He whispered, his voice rough. “I mean, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

My heart melted. God, only Jughead. I caught his hand, lacing our fingers together. I brought his knuckles to my lips. 

“I’m sure.” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “I want this. I want you.” 

A shuddering breath escaped him. He leaned in, capturing my mouth again, this kiss deeper, hungrier. The last threads of hesitation snapped. His hands, once tentative, grew bolder. He peeled my tank top over my head, the air cool on my skin for a fleeting second before his warmth replaced it. My own fingers fumbling with the buttons on his flannel, pushing it off his shoulders. 

Soon, we were just skin, breath, and the soft rustle of fabric being shed. He lay me back against the pillows, his body a welcome weight over mine. I could feel the hard line of him against my thigh, and a fresh, liquid heat pooled low in my belly. 

He kissed me again, deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands explored my body. He cupped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until it peaked into a tight, aching bud. A sharp gasp broke from my lips into his mouth. His mouth left mine, trailing down. He took that same nipple into his mouth, his tongue laving, sucking gently, then not so gently. Pleasure, sharp and bright, shot straight to my core. I arched off the couch, my fingers tangling in his hair. 

“Jughead…” 

He worshipped my breasts until I was squirming, little whimpers falling from my lips. Then his kisses moved lower, over the quivering plane of my stomach. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and looked up at me, one last question in his eyes. 

“Please…” I breathed, lifting my hips. 

He drew them down my legs, his gaze hot and heavy on me. I felt utterly exposed, completely his. He settled between my thighs, and for a moment, just looked. The intensity of it made me blush everywhere. Then he lowered his head. The first touch of his tongue was a lightning strike. 

I cried out, my back bowing off the mattress. It was soft, inquisitive at first, a slow, languid stroke from bottom to top. Then he found my clit and circled it, and my vision whited out. My hands flew to the sheets, gripping tight. 

“Oh, god…” 

He learned my body like it was a mystery he was desperate to solve. The flat of his tongue, the pointed tip, and gentle sucks. He explored every fold, every sensitive spot, his movements growing more confident as my gasps and moans guided him. The coiled tension in my lower belly tightened, unbearably sweet. I was close, so close, teetering on the edge. But I didn’t want to fall without him. 

“Jughead…” I managed, tugging gently at his hair. “Wait. I need you. Inside.” 

He came up, kissing my inner thigh, his lips wet from me. His eyes were glazed with desire. He fumbled for the condom on his nightstand, his hands shaking again. I took it from him, tearing the foil with my teeth. I rolled it onto him, my touch slow, feeling him harden further under my palms. A low groan rumbled in his chest. He positioned himself, the blunt head of him pressing against my entrance. He searched my face. 

“Y/N…” 

“I’m sure.” I repeated, pulling him down for a searing kiss. “I’m sure.” 

He pushed in. 

It was a slow, burning stretch that stole my breath. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, taking all of him. He buried his face in my neck, a broken sound escaping him as he finally, fully sheathed himself inside me. We stayed like that for a heartbeat, joined, breathing each other’s air. The fullness was incredible, a perfect aching pressure. Then he began to move. A slow, tentative withdrawal, then a deeper, more certain thrust. Oh. A gasp punched out of me. He set a rhythm, deep and steady, each stroke dragging a moan from my throat. The friction was exquisite, building that coiled head right back up, higher and tighter than before. His hips snapped forward, finding an angle that made me see stars. 

“There!” I sobbed. “Right there!” 

He obeyed, gripping my hips to hold me in place, driving into that spot with relentless, perfect precision. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, our ragged breaths, and my helpless, rising cries. I could feel my climax gathering, a tsunami building in the depths. My nails dug into the muscles of his back. 

“I’m gonna… Jug, I’m gonna…” 

“Let go.” He growled against my ear, his thrusts becoming frantic, losing their rhythm. 

“Cum for me, Y/N. Please.” 

His words shattered the last of my control. The orgasm ripped through me, violent and blissful, wave after wave of pulsing pleasure that clenched around him, pulling a sharp, guttural shout from his lips. He thrust once, twice more, deep and hard, and then stilled, his own release shuddering through him. 

He collapsed onto me, his weight a delicious anchor. We were both slick with sweat, breathing in ragged, syncopated gasps. He was still inside me, and little aftershocks of pleasure trembled through my spent body with every slight twitch of his. After a long moment, he shifted to his side, taking me with him, keeping us connected. He brushed the damp hair from my forehead, his eyes soft. 

“Okay?” He murmured. 

I just smiled, a lazy, sated smile, and nuzzled into his chest. “More than okay.” 

He kissed the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. The silence was comfortable now, filled with the slowing beat of our hearts. His hand drifted down my spine, coming to rest possessively on the curve of my hip. 

“I love you…” He said. 

“I love you too.” 

The Whyte Wyrm was the last place you ever expected to find yourself. The dive bar, filled with smoke, thumping music, and the Serpents who called it home, felt like the antithesis of everything you were. But tonight, you had no choice. Jughead was MIA, and after the fight you’d had, you needed to find him, needed to make things right, even if it meant braving the lion’s den.

You pulled your jacket tighter around you as you pushed through the door, feeling the weight of every set of eyes that landed on you. You stuck out like a sore thumb in your soft sweater and sneakers, the good girl walking into the Serpents’ den. But you didn’t care about any of that. All you cared about was finding Jughead. He hadn’t answered your calls, hadn’t responded to your texts, and the empty feeling in your chest only grew when Toni told you he’d been hanging out at the Whyte Wyrm for days, avoiding everyone. Including you.

You scanned the room, your eyes darting through the crowd, but there was no sign of Jughead’s familiar beanie or brooding presence. Instead, a tall, muscular Serpent caught sight of you, a predatory smirk spreading across his face as he swaggered over, blocking your view.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he drawled, his eyes roving over you with an unnerving hunger. “You look a little lost. What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

You took a step back, trying to stay calm, though your heart was racing. “I’m not here for trouble. I’m just looking for someone.”

He leaned in closer, the scent of alcohol clinging to his breath as he sneered. “Well, you found me. How about I keep you company instead?”

You tried to sidestep him, but he moved with you, his presence imposing and uncomfortably close. “I’m looking for Jughead,” you said firmly, hoping the name would deter him. “Do you know where he is?”

The Serpent chuckled, a dark, mocking sound that made your skin crawl. “Oh, Jones? He’s not worth your time, princess. But I might be.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing your arm in a way that made you flinch, and panic flared in your chest. You opened your mouth to tell him to back off, but suddenly, Jughead’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and laced with fury.

“Get your hands off her.”

You turned to see Jughead standing there, his jaw clenched and eyes burning with a protective anger that sent the Serpent scrambling back a step. Jughead’s leather jacket hung off his shoulders, the Serpent emblem glaring in the low light, and his fists were clenched, ready for a fight.

The Serpent sneered but backed off, holding up his hands. “Relax, Jones. Didn’t know she was yours.”

“She’s not,” Jughead snapped, but his eyes flicked to you, and the tension in his eyes made you feel as though he hated saying those words. The Serpent slunk away, muttering under his breath, and Jughead turned his attention back to you, his gaze still simmering with anger.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jughead demanded, his voice harsher than you’d ever heard it. “This isn’t your place.”

You swallowed, meeting his stare head-on. “I could ask you the same thing. You disappeared, Jug! You haven’t answered my calls or texts, and after our fight, I didn’t know if-”

“If what?” Jughead cut in, his tone sharp, though there was a crack in his voice. “If I was okay? Why do you always do this, huh? Running into danger like it’s nothing, just to find me?”

His words stung, but you couldn’t hold back. “Because I care about you! I was worried, Jug. You just left, and I didn’t know if you were hurt or-”

“That’s exactly the problem!” he snapped, his voice rising. “You care too much, and you always put yourself in the middle of my messes. I’m in the Serpents now—I’m dealing with stuff you shouldn’t be part of, and I can’t keep watching you throw yourself into danger for me.”

“What about you? That’s real hypocritical coming from you.” You scoffed, motioning to your environment.

“I’m the serpent, not you. I don’t have a choice in this life! My father is FP Jones. The Serpents are in my blood. Don’t choose this because of me. I won’t let you put yourself in danger!” He grabbed a hold of your wrist, as if doing so would force reason into you.

You took a step closer, your frustration boiling over. “So what? You just shut me out? Push me away because you’re too scared of what might happen?”

Jughead’s face twisted with pain, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words. “I’m scared because I don’t want you to be part of this. The Serpents, the fights, it’s not your world. I don’t want you dragged down into it because of me.”

You felt your heart ache at his admission, the walls Jughead always kept up cracking right in front of you. “I don’t care about any of that,” you said, your voice softer now, pleading. “I care about you, Jug. I’m here because I don’t want to lose you.”

Jughead looked at you, his expression a mix of anger, regret, and something deeper—something raw and vulnerable that he rarely let anyone see. “No. Don’t. Don’t say that. Don’t make this harder than it already is. I’m doing this for you. You may not see it now, but you’re meant for more than this. Don’t let me drag you down.” Tears welled in his beautiful blue eyes. Your heart cracked at the sight. You sighed, cupping his cheek in your palm.

“Juggy, you are not a heavy weight to bare. You can’t get rid of me that easily. You will not drag me down.” You caressed his cheek with your thumb and he leaned into your touch, shutting his eyes. “I want to be here. I want to be apart of your life, no matter what that involves.”

“I thought pushing you away would keep you safe,” he confessed, his voice breaking slightly. “But it’s killing me. It’s only been a few days and it’s eating me alive. I can’t keep pretending like you don’t mean everything to me.”

Your breath caught, and you felt the sting of tears in your eyes. Jughead’s confession hung in the air, heavy and real, and you stepped closer. “Then don’t push me away,” you whispered. “I’m not afraid of your world, Jug. I’m afraid of losing you.”

Jughead’s resolve shattered, and he pulled you into him, his lips crashing into yours in a kiss that was both desperate and full of longing. The kiss was an admission, all the words he couldn’t say poured into the way his hands cupped your face, his lips moving against yours with an intensity that made everything else fade away.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if you could erase every fight, every fear, with the touch of your lips. Jughead’s hands slid around your waist, holding you tight, anchoring you in the moment.

When you finally broke apart, your foreheads pressed together, Jughead’s thumb brushed your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. His eyes were soft, filled with the vulnerability he’d been hiding for so long. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m sorry I tried to push you away. I just… I love you too much to see you hurt because of me.”

You smiled through the tears, resting your hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath your palm. “You’re not dragging me down, Jug. We’ll face this together. Whatever comes, I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/n turned to show him the title of her latest book. Smiling as her Juggie sat down right next to her rather than across from her.

“What are you up to today Juggie?” Y/n asked putting her back down to give Jughead her full attention. Taking off her glasses and setting them down on top of her book.

“Just spending time with you.” He shrugs a shoulder and wraps his opposite arm around her shoulders. “You wanna head back to the trailer?” Jughead asks brushing her y/h/l  y/h/c  hair back so he could see her face clearer.

“Sure.” Y/n nodds packing her stuff up. Totally ready for a night in with her boyfriend.

It was a cool autumn evening in Riverdale, the kind where the leaves crunched beneath your feet and the air was cold and crisp. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and deep purple. At Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, the usual buzz was replaced by an air of anticipation as Jughead prepared to introduce his boyfriend, Y/N, to his friends from the south side.

Jughead had always been protective of the people he cared about, and introducing Y/N to the serpents was a big step. They had been dating for a few months, and although Y/N had been living in Riverdale for months now and was settling in with ease  He was still nervous about meeting Jughead’s friends. Jughead was determined to ease Y/N’s nerves.

“Are you ready?” Jughead asked, glancing sideways at Y/N. They were sipping on milkshakes, the sweet vanilla flavour doing little to mask Y/N anxiety.

“I guess so,” Y/N replied, His voice wavering slightly. “What if they don’t like me?”

Jughead reached across the table, taking hold of Y/N’s hand. “Trust me. They will, besides, you’re Great.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at Jughead’s encouragement. After a moment of quiet, He  nodded. “Okay, I’m ready.”

The bell above the door jingled as the serpents entered the diner making their way over to Jughead's table and sitting down joining them with ease “Hey guys, I want you all to meet Y/N.”Jughead said 

The Trio  turned their heads, and a moment of silence fell as they took in Jughead’s significant other. Y/N felt a little on edge  under the weight of scrutiny, but Jughead squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“Y/N, this is Toni,” Jughead gestured to a pretty girl with dark brown hair with a stand-out light pink highlight  “and this is Sweet Pea,” he continued, pointing to a tall guy with a double-headed serpent tattooed on the left side of his neck. “ and finally Fangs” he said  gesturing to guy with a laid-back demeanour.

“Hey!” Y/N nodded, trying to mask his nerves with a small smile.

Toni grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief.“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Jughead’s told us a lot about you. We’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Yeah, man,” Sweet Pea chimed in, crossing his arms over his chest. “If Jughead’s into you, you must be pretty cool”

“Exactly,” Fangs added with a grin, his laid-back demeanour putting Y/N a bit more at ease. “You must have some serious charm to get him to open up.”

Sweet Pea leaned back in his chair, arms crossed with a friendly smirk. “ and you're hot”

Y/N snorted a laugh at the unexpected compliments. “Thanks, I guess,” his voice steadier now. “I’m just trying to keep up with Jug”

Jughead chuckled, a hint of pride in his eyes. “You’re doing great.”

The conversation flowed more easily as they settled into a rhythm. Toni asked Y/N about his interests, and he found himself sharing stories about his life before he moved to riverdale. Sweet Pea and Fangs chimed in with their own anecdotes, and soon the initial tension began to dissipate.

Fangs grinned “ Jughead finally found someone who can put up with his brooding” 

Y/N laughed, the sound brightening the tension in the air. “I wouldn’t call it brooding. More like intense contemplation, right?” He shot Jughead a playful wink, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Yeah, let’s go with that,” he said, relieved to see Y/N relaxing. The Serpents were accepting Y/N will ease, He was fitting in well. 

At one point, Sweet Pea leaned across the table. “So, what’s it like dating our brooding leader over here?”

Y/N smirked. “It's a lot of intense contemplation followed by snack marathons. Pretty solid gig if you ask me.”

The table erupted in laughter, and Jughead felt the warmth of acceptance wash over him. 

As the night wore on, Jughead and Y/N went over to the counter to order another 

round of milkshakes “See? They liked you,” Jughead said, grinning. “I told you they would.”

Y/N chuckled softly, still feeling the adrenaline of meeting Jughead's gang friends . “I wasn’t sure how they would react..”

“They seem protective of you,” Y/N noted, glancing back at the group laughing and engaged in conversation. “Like they’d do anything for you.”

“Yeah, they would. And so would I,” Jughead replied, his expression suddenly serious. He leaned closer to Y/N. “You mean a lot to me. I want you to know that.”