Title: Can You Keep It? Fandom: Riverdale Characters: Jughead Jones x female!reader, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Reggie Mantle Warnings: Swearing, definitely not my best writing :( Word Count: 1,185 Requested: Nope (because requests are closed y’all) Short Description: You and your boyfriend, Jughead, are trying to keep your fresh relationship a secret after the town’s golden boy is murdered. You are unconvinced that he can keep the secret. As it turns out, it’s you that reveals your relationship. A/N: This is my first Riverdale story and I don’t read much Riverdale fanfic so I’m not exactly sure if this fits in but… here we go!
Disclaimer: not my gif
[Y/N] = your first name [Y/L/N] = your last name
The student lounge was, as always, fairly crowded. Students were lounging around the room, chatting, staying away from the outside or finishing any last minute homework. It was also an area where the primarily “popular” people tended to spend their lunch times, as they were “too cool” for the library. Quiet chatter was all that you could hear as you attempted to concentrate on your English homework, answering a ridiculous essay question for Wuthering Heights. You were sat with Betty and Kevin, working on some homework as Ronnie sat close to Chuck Clayton, undoubtedly chatting him up with her implausible Veronica Lodge charm as she sipped on coffee.
Then there was Jughead Jones, in all of blue-green eyed magnificence. Jughead was tall and lanky, with pale, creamy skin and his signature frown on his face. A bag was draped over one of his shoulders, a raven black jacket covering his maroon hoodie. He seemed to always bury himself behind clothing in dark shades, but you liked the way that it made his eyes stand out so much. His back was sloping alongside the wall next to the vending machine; people watching. Jughead’s trademark crown-shaped beanie was placed atop of his head of ebony hair, and the sight alone made me bite back a grin. Noticing your gaze, Jughead looked in your direction before sending you a quick and discrete wink. You winked in return before glimpsing over at Veronica to explain why your head was turned.
Jughead had been one of your best friends since before you could recall. It was virtually like Betty and Archie; you and Jughead been intimate friends since the single digit days. Any vital childhood memory you could think of had Jughead present; just the way you wanted it. Initially, you had presumed that Jughead had fervent, platonic feelings for you. At some point in the summer of Jason Blossom’s death, you were proven wide of the mark, when Jughead unpredictably declared his love for you. Fortunately, there was something inside of you that was sure you felt the same way.
On July 4th, Jason Blossom had gone missing and was presumed to be dead after his twin sister, Cheryl, emerged after their boat capsized. It was a scandal that had taken over the entire town of Riverdale, so you and Jughead had agreed to keep your relationship away from your friends until the right time to tell them came around. You were less than persuaded that Jughead would be able to keep this secret, but after his fall out with Archie over the summer, he didn’t have many people to tell. Usually, Jughead and Archie told each other everything, but it seemed that the both of them had been keeping secrets.
Imagine: Giving Daryl His First Blowjob and It Leading to Rough Sex
(A/N: Well, it’s official, Norman Reedus has made me complete trash. Enjoy this other lil one shot thing I had to write out).
Daryl had secured the room and he had
stood there awkwardly as you walked up willfully to him and pressed your body
suggestively into his, rubbing your chest up and down his, done with any subtle
clues, needing to show him tonight how much you wanted him.
Daryl had recently confessed to you
that he had never been given a blowjob before, this leaked out one night during
a drunken session of truth or dare between you. You had been hinting at Daryl
for months now, trying to get him to see how much you wanted him. After that
night, you knew you had to make it up to the man, you planned to do it when the
time was right. By looks of this old secure house, you had just found it.
Daryl noticed your eyes on him, his jaw
tightened and he stared at you like he didn’t know what to do.
You smiled playfully in response and
squared his shoulders, pushing his body back onto the bed behind him, his legs
dangled on the edge.
You smile and kneel down in between his
legs as you graze your hand up and down his muscular thighs, watching as your
hands rub his blue denim jeans harshly, causing warm friction to be created.
You lick your lips and rub your thighs together as your eyes lock on to the
button of his jeans and his hard cock, throbbing inside its prison. You run
your hand over it and intentionally rub it up and down, looking innocently up
at Daryl, who is biting his lip and groaning to himself, trying to keep
“Shit, Y/N…” Daryl half grunted, half
moaned, as his eyes close at your touch.
Genre: Suggestive Word Count: 1.5k Request: This drabble thing is so cool ! May I request a 5,10,59 one with Jungkook ? Thank youuuu xx [Drabble List]
5. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”
10. “You need new morals.”
59. “Why do you even care?”
“Loverboy hasn’t stopped staring at you since you walked in here.” Your best friend comments, holding her red cup in front of her mouth as she leaned closer to whisper into your ear. It was as if she thought that the red cup would hide the fact that she was blatantly talking about Jeon Jungkook, who was across the room, basically burning holes into your soul.
Of course she had to bring it up when you’d been trying your absolute best to ignore it for the entire night.
“He’s weird and creepy.” You were lying straight through your teeth, and you knew it. Even your best friend knew it.
“He’s hot and known for being good in bed, everyone knows it Y/N.” Your friend corrected, she wasn’t wrong – well, about the hot part. As you’d have to be blind before denying that Jungkook was definitely one hell of a catch. But unfortunately, he was also notorious for being the school’s biggest asshole and fuckboy in one, so it’s safe to say that you’d always tried to steer clear off his radar.
Yet here you were, and there he was. Eyeing you like you were the only person in this room. Though you were partially to blame for getting yourself stuck in this situation, your friend mostly as she invited you to this frat party in the first place, but you also for not taking into account that you’d be going to Jungkook’s frat house before you’d arrived.
“Maybe he likes you?” Your friend suggested, humour behind her voice as she knew the truth.
“Oh please. You and I both know that if he does ‘like’ me, it will be until he gets me to sleep with him, and then he’ll move on to his next victim.” You rolled your eyes at your best friend, laughing before putting your red cup on the coffee table in front of you, crossing your arms. “He’s absolutely disgusting.” You didn’t forget to add.
“Well, you can tell him how disgusting he really is because he’s coming over here,” Your friend squealed before picking everything up and ditching as Jungkook came closer and closer.
You cursed her for doing this to you before beginning to get on your feet. Though before you could make a sweet escape, Jungkook just had to grab hold of your arm.
“Leaving so early?” He asked, spinning you around so that you basically had front row seats to see that smug smile on his lips that ever so wanted to tear right off his face. Partially because it pissed you off, but partially because something about it also somehow managed to make you feel all weak and funny inside.
“Why do you even care? I have things to do, Jeon.” You sighed, rolling your eyes at him before going to turn around and walk in the other direction. And you would’ve been successful at doing so, if only he didn’t have the nerve to make you face him again.
“Am I on that to-do list?” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows to which your arrowed yours in response.
“You need new morals.” You blew out, this time, you managed to throw his grip from your wrist before walking the other direction.
Though of course, he just had to follow you through the hallway.
“Perhaps I do,” He shrugged nonchalantly as he speed walked to catch up with your pace, and he was now walking beside you. “But in all seriousness, I kinda wanna get out of here. You wanna come?” He gave you a smile. And for a second, just a second, it gave you some sort of warm feeling inside your stomach; as even the walls you’d built were no match against how charming this boy could be when he wanted to.
“No.” You managed to simply reply, managing to ignore all thoughts about Jungkook being sweet.
“Oookay…” Jungkook replied slowly, nodding his head. “Wanna go get a drink then?” He flashed another grin, but before you could even admire that, you were already snapping back at him, as it was what you were used to doing when it came to having anything to do with Jungkook.
“No! Can you just leave me alone?!” You stop in your tracks, pausing to turn and look up at him only to be met with the light that seemed to radiate from his eyes seconds ago, now dying down in a look of complete disappointment.
You had no idea why, but you were honestly never usually like this with people. You were never the type to snap; but you were always this way with Jungkook. Probably because you’d heard what he was like, and you certainly weren’t gonna put yourself in his trap willingly.
You watched Jungkook, his raven hair falling just above his eye, his tall and built frame standing in front of you in all his glory. You watched as his features went from looking disappointed to somewhat annoyed and aggravated.
“Look Y/N, I don’t know what I’ve done to make you hate me so much, but don’t you think it’s a little unfair?” His eyebrows knitted together, and you could’ve sworn his voice dipped an octave deeper than usual, and if you weren’t putting such a hard front on, you would’ve definitely turned to mush at how hot he sounded.
“I-” You opted to speak, but nothing seemed to come out as you could see the way that he was stepping closer towards you, not breaking eye contact, not even for a second. You hit the wall behind you and he was mere inches from your face.
Most people look worse up close, but apparently not Jungkook; as up close, you had full view of his defined jawline that was clenched and his cheekbones. He looked even better up close that it was almost unfair.
He puts both of his hands on either side of your head, trapping you between him and the wall.
“What do you want from me?” Your voice wavered a little, and you wanted to mentally punch yourself for your vocal chords letting your down like that. But the fact that you sounded so feeble reflected exactly how you were and how you felt under Jungkook’s gaze.
“Why do you keep pushing me away?” He answers your question with another question. But before you could retort, he finally closes the gap between you both, dipping his head to capture your lips with his.
For a few seconds, you both stood still, and the kiss was just full of what felt like innocence. For one, you were standing there in complete awe at what was occurring, as you still honestly could not comprehend what was unfolding between you both. And second, Jungkook didn’t wanna go in too fast just incase you didn’t like it.
However, after a few more seconds, and after you not pulling away from him, Jungkook takes that as his cue to deepen the kiss. You lowkey wished that you didn’t like this, that you could say that you didn’t like him. But with your thoughts and senses being engulfed by Jungkook, there was absolutely no denying that you definitely liked this, you liked this a lot.
His tongue slowly brushes against your bottom lip, as if asking for entrance, and you do just that when Jungkook has you whimpering as his hands traveled to the back of your neck to bring your lips even closer to his – if that was even possible – while his other hand placed itself on your hips. You were fisting his white tshirt, wanting to pull his body closer to yours.
This kiss no longer felt innocent to say the least. You guys were now basically having a hot makeout session in a damn hallway. Your heart was beating so rapidly that you would’ve been surprised if Jungkook wasn’t able to feel it.
The kiss was teasingly hot, passionate, and demanding. His lips tasted of a mixture of mint with a slight hint of vodka. You were both so engrossed, that none of you seemed to want to pull away from each other to even breathe. Well, you wanted to pull away before you could lose yourself, but you couldn’t as you were already well, and truly, lost.
Finally, Jungkook is the first to pull away, he smiles, looking down at you as he caressed your cheek in his large palm. Your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the authentic smile that radiated from his lips. He bites his bottom lip that was now probably as swollen as yours and you were sure you hadn’t witnessed anything so hot in your life.
Jungkook, with his grip still on your waist, closes the gap between your bodies so that your body was flush against his before speaking.
“Y/N, I’d really like to take you out sometime” He spoke deeply in a voice that sounded so sensual. And to that, you couldn’t have refused even if you wanted to…
He walks with her until he can’t go any further. Until she’s got to go through security and board the plane home.
‘Just think about—’
‘Sucking you off in front of your mates, I know, I’ve got a good memory.’ She rolls her eyes taking her suitcase back from him when he’d offered to carry it.
‘Well when you say it like that sounds fuckin filthy.’ He mutters.
‘Isn’t it?’ She smirks. ’S’why you want it so bad isn’t it?’ She pulls out her boarding pass and passport from her handbag to avoid holding up the line behind her.
‘Can’t do much showing off with a blender.’ He admits. She still thinks getting him a blender for his birthday would be a good present, a good present to place in their new home. She probably shouldn’t have told him about it, should have just surprised him with one and that’s it.
‘You could, you could make one hell of a smoothie.’ She grins.
‘I could I suppose.’ He plays along sarcastically.
‘Can’t say it’d taste as good as you do,’ she inches closer to him. ‘Or how good I do.’ She traces his jawline slowly. ‘You could try.’ She shrugs casually. She’s properly asking for it now and she’s not being fair to him one bit. Because she’s got to get on that plane and he’s gonna be left thinking about filthy things for the rest of the night.
‘Who keeps letting you talk like that?’ He covers her mouth. ‘Fucking Christ—watch your mouth.’
She can’t answer him with his hand on her mouth but for one, he likes it when she talks like that. Craves it too. He’s just plain bothered now, wants her again but this is the last flight tonight and she will yell at him if he makes her miss this one too.
She shifts her head to line her mouth with his fingertips, he catches on far too late when she wraps her lips around his index and middle. He glares at her, looks at her like she’s actually crazy. He presses his lips together tightly when he realizes that this is nearly what he’s asking from her for his birthday and the picture starts racing through his head. His stomach tightens when she begins sliding her lips across his fingers. Her lips wet, pretty pink gliding across. And he can’t do this right now, in the middle of a busy airport with people walking by them to stand in the line she has to start queuing in soon. He’ll lose it, he’s already bothered and already missing her.
‘Wanted this didn’t you?’ She whispers. ‘This is what you want from me…’
‘Get on the bloody plane,’ he reluctantly pulls his fingers away and she laughs before he grasps her jaw tightly. ‘Before I never let you leave.’
‘M’going m’going. Just wanted to tell you I love you first.’ She grins wrapping her arms around his neck and he wraps his arms tightly around her waist. ‘Come back to me quickly yeah?’ She buries herself into his neck. ‘Too many episodes of the bakeoff to watch alone, in a house much too big for just me.’
He nods, this bit is always hard. ‘Travel safe.’ He kisses her forehead and his lips linger there because they too, are having a hard time saying goodbye. ‘I’ll see you real soon, not much longer.’ He whispers before kissing her hard then shaking his head trying to avoid getting too sad about this. ‘I love you.’ He whispers. It’s always been like this and it’s going to keep being like this, they try not to get upset.
She finds her seat before reaching for her phone in her bag. ‘You win, like always. Happy early birthday. Don’t say I never gave you anything. Much better than a paper weight and a blender I’d say.’
Harry has already stepped into a late meeting when he gets the message. He grins widely at it, his stomach tightens again but he knows he can’t afford to think about this right now. He’s about to turn over his phone to get back to the meeting when it vibrates again. A blender is on their way to their home, should be delivered tomorrow at noon. He chuckles softly into his hand turning the phone over after sending her a message.
-M’not making you any smoothies.
You have to, m’blowing you in front of your friends. Start practicing your blending.