Oh my god thank you haha! Well, my little shipper heart desires an uninterrupted trailer bughead smut, basically the finale without the knock at the door. I'm literally rewatching the scene over and over again and crying because I can't wait for season two to come out <3
I will try!
His teeth bit hungrily into the soft skin of her neck, leaving butterfly shaped bruises on her tan skin. Betty’s eyes rolled back, her fingers fisting in his hair as she tugged him further down her body. They were doing this, they were actually doing this. His long, slender fingers toyed with the clip on her skirt as he stared up at her with lust filled eyes and trembling lips, he wanted approval, he needed her to tell him this was okay.
“Yes juggie, god yes” she whispered into the quiet air, her hips bucking up as he growled lowly, pulling the blue fabric down her legs and staring for a moment at the white lacy panties wrapped deliciously around her body.
“You’re beautiful, how are you so beautiful?” He whispered, looking to her with awestruck eyes, fully taking in the nearly naked women perched on his counter. She reached for him, pulling him closer to her and placing both of her tiny hands over his heart
“So are you.”
His stomach twisted, the new, unfamiliar emotion coming around full circle as he once again realized just how much he loved her. Although he’d already said it he wanted her to know, needed her to know
“I love you” he groaned as her hands dipped dangerously low on his hips.
Dropping her lips to his ear, she whispered
That was all it took, in seconds flat he had her wrapped around his body again, delighting in the way her perfect, warm presence felt against his, skin to skin, he cupped her ass, his fingers squeezing experimentally and grinning when he heard her gasp.
He walked backwards into the makeshift bedroom, her lips still on his, biting and tugging as he dropped her onto the mattress.
Betty sat up on her elbows, looking exactly like a painting, he had never wished he was an artist more in his life.
“It’s not really fair, I feel severely underdressed.” She grinned, her eyes dropping to his jeans.
Jughead smirked , ripping his belt off and stumbling with the button.
Betty crawled forward, her tiny fingers making quick work of the denim as she tugged it off his hips.
“Much better.” She gave him a true to form Jughead Jones smirk and he nearly exploded right at that moment.
He leaped on her, causing her to giggle and squeal as he hovered over her, his boxers grinding against the thin material she called panties. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she had her head thrown back, her golden curls splayed over the pillow and her knuckles fishing the dark blue bed sheets. He knew how much she hated the word, but perfect was all he could think to describe her right now.
“Juggie.” She whispered, her bright green eyes shooting open to look at his, he stared down at her, the love he felt was shining through and it nearly took her breath away, he was breathing heavily as he spoke in quick words
“I love you, I don’t ever want to be without you, I know that makes me selfish, but I want you all too myself. Everyday of my life.”
Betty nodded, he was reading her mind
“I love you, please juggie.. make love to me”
Her whispered words carried through the tiny trailer and he immediately turned to the draw beside him pulling out a condom and smiling when he saw the confused look on Betty’s face.
“One thing my dad cared about? Safe sex”
Betty giggled, pulling her boyfriend down for a kiss as he clumsily rolled the condom on.
“Are you ready?” He asked, concern in his eyes
Betty nodded, bringing her hips up to meet his.
With that he joined them together, the instant pain had Betty gasping quietly, Jughead peppering kisses down her neck as he whispered how beautiful she was, how much he loved her.
The pain subsided and Betty felt a warm, full heat fill her entire core
“Move juggie.” She moaned, his eyes snapping to hers to make sure.
“Move.” She ordered, bringing her hips to rise and fall as he inhaled sharply, his eyes widening at the sensation.
It was fast for both of them, Betty never even took off her bra, Jugheads hands found their way underneath the pink lace. Betty came first, a quick twist of her boyfriends hips and she was seeing stars, Jughead following closely behind screaming Betty’s name so loud he was certain the entire Southside had heard it.
They lay together afterwards, content to hold each other in the quiet, Jughead breathing in the vanilla of his loves hair as she drew circles on his bare chest.
“Thankyou” she whispered dreamily “that was perfect. Everything I could have ever wanted”
Jughead pulled away slowly
“No Juliet, thank you. You don’t know what you mean to me, what this means to me.” His voice was thick with emotion and Betty reached up to cup his face, as he was bending down to drop a kiss to her lips a knock on the door knocked them both out of the moment.
“Who could that be?”