Secrets, Songs and Bad Habits part 3
In which there is a first time for everything.
A/N: I have decided to make this a multi-chapter thing and I do hope you enjoy it. I used prompts 9, 12 and 76 from the dialogue prompts from @lightwoodstilinski68 because they inspired me xoxo
Pairing: Jughead X Reader
Warnings: Smut, smut with a sprinkle of smut and language on top!
“Jughead, why are you covered in mud?” you asked in a hissed whisper, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed as you eyed the sodden, muddy boy at your window.
“This is going to sound stupid and now I’m here I’m kinda wishing that I’d died of hypothermia on the way over here,” as he spoke in a hushed tone you could see wisps of his breath appearing in the bitter autumn air and mingling with the rain that poured relentlessly from the clouds above. You laughed at his notorious sardonic humour. “I uh-I had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Somebody call an ambulance I think the ice king is melting,” you replied with a giggle, not being able to stop your heart from fluttering at his sweet gesture. He attempted to scowl at you but his attempt failed and turned quickly into a bashful smirk. “Get in here before you actually do die of hypothermia though Jug.”
You pulled grabbed his jacket and helped to tug him through the window, his long limbs struggling to fit through the small frame. He chuckled at your feeble effort at assistance as he was much too large for you to have any effect and you shushed him through a laugh of your own as your parents were just down the hall. Once he was inside he jammed his hands into his pockets and shifted uncomfortably in the middle of your room. You laughed at his demeanour and flopped onto your bed, beckoning him over with a wiggle of your finger. He grinned wildly and joined you on top of the fluffy blanket that sat on top of your duvet. You scowled at his attire, his shirt was soaked through and clinging to his lean frame, making him dither uncontrollably.
“What?” he asked you through chattering teeth and blue lips.
“You’re freezing in that thing just take it off,” you replied with a voice of concern.
“Woah (Y/N),” he began to feign shock but the smirk evident on his face told you that he was just messing with you, “I’ve never met someone so forwa-“
He was cut off abruptly by your lips on his. You placed your forehead on his before whispering for him to shut up. He looked you dead in the eyes with dilated pupils, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath he took. You bit your lip as you watched him shrug off his jacket and then away the shirt that was clinging to his creamy skin. He did not break eye contact. Slowly you rose from your seat, taking his clothes before turning and making your way over to your radiator, laying the garments out to dry. He watched, unable turn away as you stood in nothing but a t shirt and underwear, his jeans tightening up in a certain area. You could feel his gaze like flames on your back and you whipped your head around, not liking being ogled.
“What?” you asked, pouting at the boy on your bed, shirtless but still wearing his damp beanie. He was a sight to behold, water glistening on his skin, tousled curls framing his face and toned muscles relaxed with his plump lips parted slightly. To you he was perfect
“You…” he swallowed thickly, his Adams apple bobbed as he did so and adoration shone brightly in his light eyes “…you’re amazing.”
You blushed and gazed into eyes filled with sincerity and want. You moved towards him, straddling his lap and bringing your hands around his neck to thread your fingers through the raven hair at the base of his neck. Despite the cold from outside sneaking in through the open window, you were enveloped in heat, like fire blazed around the two of you, trapping you both in each other’s embrace. Your breath caught in your throat as he tenderly brought his hand to your face, pulling you in to meet his impatient lips. The kiss was slow, sensual and full of unspoken desires. Your hands slid down to trace the muscles in his back, your nails digging in as you ground your hips into his, searching for the delicious friction that you both craved. You could feel him hard against you and he moaned into your mouth at your movements. He pulled away from you reluctantly and you tilted your head at him curiously.
“(Y/N) I-uh-I’ve never done this before,” he whispered nervously. Your face immediately softened and you cupped his in your hands, kissing him lightly.
“Jug, you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have rush-“he cut you off this time, his lips melding with yours perfectly.
“I want to, please (Y/N)?” his eyes were full of truth and you searched them for any uncertainty but you found none. “I want you (Y/N)…teach me how.”
Your lips reconnected, fuelled by a new desperation, a new passion. You were both needy, both needing to be as close as possible to one and other all at once. You ground into him again and his breathing hitched. You moved your head to kiss his jaw, then moving to his ear, nibbling on the lobe and whispering a simple “I want you too, more than anything” into his ear to which he smiled leaned into your touch. Your lips trailed down his neck, sucking at his sweet spots and leaving purple marks in your wake. You continued your path down his lean chest, kissing and nipping at his silken skin as you went. You reached his belt and as you unbuckled it you looked up briefly to see him leant back on his elbows, eyes closed and teeth biting his lip so hard it could draw blood. You smiled to yourself at the sight.
“Open your eyes.”
He peered down at you, nervousness evident on his face. You palmed him through the thin fabric of his boxers, eliciting a gasp from the boy before you. Slowly, you inched down the waistband of his underwear, his member springing free. You moved your hand down its length lightly, testing the waters. Then up again, increasing the pressure and thus his reaction. You continued to pump his shaft, prompting a satisfying string of hissed expletives from Jughead. You knew he was close and so all too soon you stopped your ministrations earning a disappointed groan from Jughead. You smirked, standing up quickly and making your way over to a large teddy bear that sat in one corner of your room.
“Interesting fetish…” Jughead trailed off clearly confused and slightly afraid. You simply scoffed and turned the teddy around to reveal an opening in its back. You fished around before pulling out a condom and holding it up for hi to see, grinning triumphantly.
“It’s where I hide all of my contraband, cigarettes and stuff,” you replied nonchalantly in response to his questioning look. He snorted and shook his head fondly at you.
“I’ll have to remember that one.”
You made your way over to him, tore open the packet and slid the condom onto his large length. Then you crawled back up onto him, straddling his hips once more. His hands cautiously toyed with the hem of your t-shirt and you gave him an encouraging nod. He lifted it over your head, exposing your bare chest to him. His hand reached up to cup your breast, relishing in the feeling of his hand on your skin. You moaned as his finger circled your sensitive nipple and he smirked at the effect that he’d had on you. One of his hands moved to rest on your butt, squeezing lightly whilst the other hooked around the waistband of your lacy thong, easing it down your thighs lightly. The anticipation was enough to drive you to insanity and you wiggled out of your underwear impatiently, flinging them into no direction in particular.
Tonight was all about Jughead, you wanted to make him feel good, you wanted to make his first time amazing as you hadn’t had such privilege.
“You ready Juggie?” you asked tenderly, you wanted to make sure that he was one hundred percent certain.
“(Y/N) I’ve never been surer of anything in my life!”
With that you sank down onto him, the sensation causing you both to gasp. You leant down, placing your palms on his chest and slipping your tongue between his lips in a heated kiss. You began to move delightfully slowly prompting a strangled moan from deep within Jughead’s throat. You took that as your cue to speed up, pleasuring him beyond belief. You beamed down at him, biting your lip as he lay, panting and moaning beneath you with his eyes closed in absolute bliss. You were torn from your gaze as you felt him buck his hips and involuntarily thrust further into you sending a new wave of unimaginable pleasure to your core. His thrusting continued and he opened his eyes too peer at you – your lips formed in a perfect “O” shape, soft mewls escaping your throat. You reconnected your lips in a sloppy kiss, unable to focus from the intense pleasure building in your stomach.
“(Y/N), I think I’m gonna-“with a final thrust into you Jughead lost it, letting out your name in a husky moan that sent you over the edge. You clenched around him, riding out your high until you collapsed onto him, completely spent.
You clambered off him and wiggled around to pull the covers over you both before curling into his side, kissing his chest sweetly.
“I just remembered, you haven’t had a smoke,” he drawled lazily.
“It’s okay, this was way better than any cigarette,” you purred and he smiled down at you, placing a kiss to your forehead. “So…how was it for you?” you asked apprehensively hoping that he enjoyed himself because you certainly did.
“Well…” he trailed off, mocking a grimace and you smacked him lightly on the arm, pouting at his joke. “In all seriousness now I understand why Archie is so obsessed with the whole sex thing.”
“Archie? As in Archie Andrews, ginger jock guy?”
“Yeah, why?” he asked, frowning down at you in something that could have been confusion or annoyance, you weren’t quite sure but it made you tense up.
“I-uh, he just asked me to perform in the talent show with him, singing with him that’s all.”
“Since when?” Jughead demanded, propping himself up on his arms, beanie falling off and sweaty tendrils of hair plastered to his forehead. He didn’t understand why you were so chirpy about it.
“Since the other day, after the pep rally,” you smiled up at him, you were glad to be getting on well with his apparent friends. “Valerie couldn’t do it ‘cus of the cats and all so he asked if I’d maybe step in.”
“You can’t do it!” his voice had become harsh and raised and his brows furrowed, deep-set eyes glairing at you angrily.
“Sorry I didn’t realise that I needed your permission,” you spat sarcastically, pulling away from him abruptly.
“He’s my friend, (Y/N) and if he finds out about us – if you let something slip then all my friends will know!”
“Why are you acting as if that’s such an awful thing Jughead? Are you ashamed of me or something?” You demanded, eyes stinging with unshed tears that were threatening to spill as you leapt out of your bed, grabbing your robe and covering yourself with it.
“(Y/N) we’ve talked about this it’s not gonna happ-“
“We’ve talked about it, yeah but you’ve never given me a reason Jug!” You were hissing now, wanting to cry out in frustration but being acutely aware of your parents sleeping at the other end of the hall. “I won’t be your dirty little secret anymore, I can’t.”
“(Y/N) that’s all I can give you, us in secret, take it or leave it,” he spat defiantly. A single tear trickled down your cheek as your heart fractured.
“I can’t Jughead, I’m sorry I’m leaving it…leaving you.”
With that he gathered his clothes, tugging on his jeans and throwing his jacket on before clambering out of your window, shirt balled up in his fist and stalking off into the night.
You were left alone, wondering how your first fight with Jughead had become the very last.