WIP Wednesday
So, Iâve been working on something very different for me. Below the cut is a sample (completely out of context, but youâll get the picture) of the OT3 fic (which does not have a name yet) that Iâve been plugging away at for a few months now.
If you are not interested in Betty x Jughead x Sweet Pea, please move along.
*please note this is unbetaâd for now. any/all mistakes are mine.*
Sweet Pea felt like he was slowly dying. He was learning new things about his roommate - the man heâd been pining after for years - and his girlfriend whom he had definitely fantasized about in bed the night before. The thought of a threesome piqued his interest. He knew he was head over heels for Jughead, but his heart ached for Betty. He wanted to know her touch, the pout of her lip, the sweep of her tongue.
He cleared his throat and slapped his knees against his thighs, hoisting himself up.
âWe are not nearly drunk enough for the good stuff,â he said, leaving the living room for a brief minute before coming back with three shot glasses and a full bottle of whiskey.
âOh, is that what weâre after?â Jughead asked, pouring off three shots. âWhy didnât you say so. Never have I ever masturbated with someone else in the room.â
Betty, Jughead, and Sweet Pea all leaned forward for their shot and knocked it back effortlessly.
âWhy would you say something youâve done?â Betty asked.
âTo get to the good stuff,â he shrugged. He leaned into Bettyâs ear. âAnd by the good stuff, I mean you.â
Bettyâs blush moved from her neck to her ears, heating her entire face. She poured three more shots and took two back to back.
âThis way is quicker,â she said, refilling the glasses for her companions.
âI knew I liked her,â Sweet Pea said, knocking back his three and repouring for his roommate.
Betty couldnât help but watch Sweet Peaâs Adamâs apple as he swallowed the amber liquid. She watched it bob and his tongue darted from between his lips to capture the drops at the corner of his mouth. I could have licked them off for you, she thought. Fuck. No. Stop Betty.
Jughead took his three in quick succession and just like that, there was only enough for three shots left in the bottle.
âThat should do it,â Jughead said, shuddering as the liquor hit his stomach.
They sat and talked briefly before resuming the game. Betty could feel the tingle in her fingers as she tapped them against her nose.
âNever have I ever had sex in a car.â
Both boys drank and Bettyâs eyes shot to Jughead.
âWhen thatâs your only option, you take it.â
âNever have I ever watched someone have sex. And not porn. Think more voyeur-style.â
Jughead didnât expect to see both his girlfriend and roommate both grab their beers and take hefty swigs. Sweet Pea finished his half-full beer and his last shot of whiskey.
âThis story Iâd like to hear,â he said, looking between his friends. âYou first, baby.â
âI was in high school,â she started, shifting her legs. âMy next door neighbor was a good friend of mine and our windows were directly across from one another. Well, he and his boyfriend forgot to close the curtains.â
âSo you watched?â Sweet Pea asked, and his voice sounded a little strained.
âI did. Thatâs when I realized that I enjoyed watching men together and may have pictured what it would be like to be with two men at the same time. Romantically and sexually.â Betty crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to quell the dull ache at her core. âI may or may not have gotten myself off to it while I watched.â
Jughead whistled. âMaybe we should put on a show for her, Sweets,â Jughead joked. Sweet Pea choked on his beer. âRelax, Iâm kidding.â
Damn, Betty and Sweet Pea whispered simultaneously. They locked eyes quickly and stared at each other, both hoping Jughead didn't hear them, too.
Sweet Pea laughed nervously as he tried to sip from his empty bottle. Fuck.
"Never have⊠wait. Sweets. You need to tell your story first," Betty said, shifting closer into Jughead's side.
"It isn't even that good a story," he tried, but Betty gave him this look that he learned meant bullshit.
"I came home last week and may have seen some things."
"What kind of things?" Jughead swallowed around nothing.
"I was home early and I didn't see your car, so I didn't think you were home, but then I heard that you were home and I got curious. So, I peeked through your open door to find you guys mid-romp." Jughead's jaw dropped.
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tbc














