Summary: Heading to Pops after the reoccurring verbal fight between your sibling and Dad, your boyfriend notices how tired you look. Admitting the fighting he takes you to his favourite place to wait for to calm down. Things get heated quick between Jughead and you.
Characters: Jughead x reader, Hermione Lodge, and Archie Andrews (mentioned)
Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I also want to clarify, in the tv series Jughead is NOT asexual and this is based on the series not the comics.
Warnings: Fluff, mention of fighting, and smut
Tagging: At the bottom
A/N Someone posted wanting Jughead smut because there isn’t. Under the forever tags I’m adding them to a Riverdale taglist. If you want off please let us know.
The night was cold, the type of cold that seeped through the thickest of jackets and clung for hours. The type that made you think that you would die from hypothermia at any point despite compelling evidence that it wasn’t possible. You were trying to get away from the fighting between your sibling and father.
Lately it seemed that the sounds in the house were the screaming match that went down every night when you tried to sleep. You would sneak out half an hour into the fight and you always walked yourself to Pop’s for a milkshake. It was getting around that your home life was terrible.
“I’ll have a strawberry milkshake this time.” You mumbled digging into your pocket for change.
“It’s on the house.” Mrs. Lodge smiled seeing the pain and fatigue clinging on your features.
Normally you would argue that but as of lately you didn’t have the energy to do anything so you nodded before sitting down in a booth. It was late so you were one of the very few people sitting in the diner. You barely noticed the person that sat down in the booth until they spoke.
You looked up to see your boyfriend looking at you concerned, taking in the inky colours underneath your eyes. It wasn’t hard to see that sleep had evaded you for the last little while. It was concerning for Jughead.
“Hey.” You smiled placing your hands back into your lap while Jughead ran his eyes across your features, “Something wrong Jug?”
“Why are you here so late?”
“The truth.” Jughead firmly said.
“I haven’t been sleeping.” You admitted, “I can’t fall asleep in a house where screaming takes place every night. There’s no peace at all.”
Jughead’s heart broke when the tears gathered as your voice broke in synch with his heart. You were normally one of the strongest girls he had ever known. When you learnt about his home situation you had fought him to tell the Andrews, despite Fred being a main reason why Jughead didn’t have a home anymore.
“Oh.” Jughead breathed sliding into your side of the booth instead. He wrapped his long arms around your shaking frame, leaning his chin on the top of your head, “It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, “Why are you out so late Jug?”
“Couldn’t write in the house. I’m so used to writing with you by my side or in here. I have words racing in my head but I couldn’t write with Archie playing his songs. He’s an amazing singer but those songs aren’t putting me in the writing mood.”
You chuckled as Jughead pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You were still wired so Jughead gripped your hand and tugged you out of the diner. The milkshake forgotten and if Hermione Lodge was being truthful, she hadn’t started making it when Jughead showed up.
You knew that he could see that you wouldn’t be able to sleep for awhile so he did something he knew you would like. The Twilight Drive-In was still in the process of being demolished but the shack that Jughead had slept in still stood.
“Aren’t we trespassing?” You mumbled walking in while Jughead made sure the coast was clear.
“Probably.” He shrugged, “I know you though.”
You chuckled as the two of you dropped to the bed in silence. Jughead was different when it was just the two of you and not around your peers. You each had an uncanny distaste for public displays of affection to the disappointment of Kevin.
“Do you remember when I invited you here for our first date?” Jughead asked putting his arm around your shoulders.
“Of course I do!” You laughed.
“Movies, and when the second movie started I couldn’t help myself from kissing you.” Jughead whispered leaning his forehead against yours. The atmosphere got charged when he pressed his lips against yours.
“I remember you pulled back and I crashed mine against yours.” You breathed.
“I don’t…” Jughead trailed off before, “Can you refresh my memory?”
Without another word you pushed your body onto his lap and pushed his hat off his head. Your lips moved against each other passionately as you gasped when Jug’s hand came to rest of your thigh.
Jughead pulled away to trail his lips down your neck to suck on your collarbone. You released a breathy moan as you clenched his hair in your hands, arching into his chest. You took pride in knowing you had turned him on.
“Y/N…” Jughead breathed as you rubbed yourself on his hard on. He moaned as his head rested on your chest before gripping your hips in a bruising hold.
He pressed his hands on your hips down as he slowly dragged you up and down his lap. You hissed when your clit dragged across the zipper of his black jeans. He let go to push his jacket and sweater off his arms before returning his hands back to your hips.
You grinded against him harder both of you hissing and panting as you leaned down. You ran your lips slowly up his jaw, teasingly leaving small bites. You bit him at the same time he groaned lowly.
“I also remember what happened a few dates after that” you said as a smirk crossed your face as you began to speed up.
“You talking about the one that Archie walked in on?” Jughead smirked dragging his hands up under your shirt and pulling it off and onto the floor within seconds.
“More like the one after that.” You breathed slowly dragging his shirt up his body, “The one where we-“
You gasped when you turned flipped onto your back with Jughead hovering above you with one hand trailing fire down your chest to the button of your jeans. He slowly kissed the underside of your jaw while his fingers carefully and awkwardly undid the button and pulled back to remove your jeans.
“I’ll never get out of this.” Jughead whispered, his eyes igniting the fire in you to higher temperatures.
“Jug…please.” You whispered pulled him back down onto your body. The start had been intense but it slowed down, possibly because of the awkwardness, to wear you caressed each others skin.
You made quick work of Jughead’s black jeans by shoving them off by your feet along with his boxers. You moaned taking in his size despite it not being the first time you had seen each other naked.
“You’re wearing too many clothes. I’d prefer the soft, supple skin.”
With shaking fingers Jughead couldn’t entirely release your bra clasps with fluid movements but that was okay. With an apology breathed into the crook of your neck you switched positions with Jughead, now you straddled his thighs as you swiftly removed your underwear. Jughead had taken the time to stroke himself.
You took your tall and lean boyfriend splayed out on the cot with his green eyes darkened with desire and his tongue running over his swollen lips. Your heated gaze raked over his form from his ruffled raven hair going everywhere both from his hat and your fingers.
You didn’t even notice that his free hand had moved to the apex of your thighs. It never failed to amaze you how his touch could make you nearly collapse. You felt more than saw him move to lean against the wall and drag you up. In unison Jughead and you hissed as you sank down on him.
Jughead had this thing where he wouldn’t let either of you move as he let the feeling overpower him. A beat later he had you bouncing using his power as you felt boneless before you met him thrust for thrust. Swivelling your hips as you sank down you had Jughead gasping.
“Oh god.” You breathed squeezing your eyes closed as Jughead’s thumb pressed into your clit, “Holy sh-“
“I’m c-lose.” Jughead exclaimed tugging you down with his other hand. You ground your hips gripping his hair tightly. With a harsh brush against your clit you fell into your climax
Jughead got off on the way you came. You’re skin would colour into the most beautiful pink he had ever seen. Your toes and fingers would curl together while your nose crinkled at the strongest crest. Your hair would be a halo around your head and his favourite part was when his name fell from your lips like a raindrop from a flower petal.
Breathing was difficult as you both came down from your highs shaking from the intense love-making. Jughead dragged you down to lay down but the chill in the room caused goosebumps to raise on your body.
“We should probably go home.” Jughead breathed, “Getting caught by the cops in here wouldn’t be fun.”
“Yeah.” You yawned, “Do you want to stay over at my place?”
“What about your-“
“You know my parents love you. They’re fine with you staying if the door isn’t closed all the way.” You whispered.
In a comfortable silence you dressed quickly, only this time Jughead’s sweater was wrapped around you. In typical fashion it was much too big on you but in your rush to get out of your house you had grabbed the thinnest sweater you had by accident. Jug’s hat was back on his head and his arm was around your shoulder.
Jughead had a lot of shades to himself where he was a novelist, student, best friend and boyfriend. He was sarcastic and intelligent with a certain way of words. He was cool and collected with a witty remark to anything but he was different behind closed doors. Sex with Jughead wasn’t the smooth sailing in tv shows and movies but instead it was true with awkwardness that dissipated when you got more and more well versed with each others bodies.
“I love you.” Jughead whispered into your hair when you were asleep in his arms in the safety of your room. He didn’t say it often but he showed it a lot. Jughead loved you even if he didn’t say the words and you returned the same feelings.
(Jimin’s crush comes over to his house to help him out after he suffers an injury that leaves him with limited use of both hands.)
Warnings: 6000+ words of smut,Jimin POV, I’ll let you guess what kind of smut takes place
“I can’t believe you managed to injure both of
your hands on the same day.” Hoseok’s girlfriend, Sophie, stifled a laugh while
she said it. “I can’t tell if you are dumb or just unlucky.”
Jimin sighed. He had been stupid and drunk
when he and Jungkook went out into the street to play with fireworks. One
went off too close to his hand, burning his right palm requiring a trip to the
emergency room where his injury was cleaned and bandaged. The doctor gave
him a lecture about drunk people and explosives and how fortunate he was not to
have blasted off his fingers.
While exiting the hospital, Jimin immediately
tripped over the curb and landed with his full weight onto his left hand
resulting in a small fracture and return trip to the emergency room to get a
splint to immobilize his other hand. Now, every time Jimin saw
someone, he had to suffer the embarrassment of explaining what happened. People
had a hard time not laughing when they heard how he managed to get hurt twice
in one day.
“Does it hurt much?” you asked him.
“Not really. As long as I don’t bump into
anything or use my fingers too much, it’s okay.” At least you seemed to be genuinely
concerned about his well-being. That’s one of the reasons Jimin liked
you, you always seemed caring and sincere. The other main reason he liked
you was because he thought you were incredibly hot. There were plenty of
nights Jimin stayed up fantasizing about what it would feel like to be with
you. He wanted to ask you out, but had been waiting until there was some
indication that you were even the slightest bit interested in him. He was
starting to think that maybe he had a chance with you, but he felt neutered
with his injuries, unable to do things like casually touch you and see how you
would respond to his advances. Jimin resolved to make a move as soon as
he had full use of his hands again.
So I see a lot of “Pidge HATES Lance and Keith’s PDA!!” but what about instead, she has a hate/love relationship with it. Growing up her parents didn’t want her and Matt to grow up being scared of affection or thinking it’s some private thing so they casually kissed and held each other without making a big deal out of it. Pidge loves when Keith brushes his knuckles against Lance’s check, or when Lance just calmly hugs Keith from behind resting his forehead on the back of Keith’s neck, because that was all stuff her parents did and she kinda feels like she has a piece of them with her. But on the flip side it makes her miss her parents so much and she has a hard time dealing with those feelings. She’s the first one to defend them, when someone makes a comment about how Keith and Lance need to chill out a little Pidge gets real upset and just starts scream crying about how this may be the last time they ever see each other so hell yeah they should show how much they care!! *finger guns out*
Inuyasha and Kagome, acting like a married couple.
In Japan, and a lot of Asian countries, we don’t casually say “I love you,” not even to family and spouse. Public displays of affection are limited to hand-holding for couples. Anything more between them, like a quick peck on the cheek, could get you some embarrassed coughs or squeals from passersby (unless at an appropriate setting…like a nightclub?).
And it was worse in the past: I forget which innocuous painting – maybe Klimt’s “The Kiss” – either way it was considered so risqué that it was curtained off from the general public when first displayed in Japan, as if it was porn.
Avert your eyes, children! They’re somewhat possibly maybe kissing!
Even now, students really do the whole confess-to-your-senpai-somewhere-private (it’s not just in anime), because it’s a formal affair. You don’t simply go up to a classmate in the hallway and say, “Hey, wanna grab a bite after school? Just you and me?” *wink*
You’ll give the poor kid an aneurysm.
Yes, that’s exactly the reaction you’ll get.
Which is why every affectionate behavior seen between InuKag, especially in a public setting, is indicative of some deepfeelings. I’ve heard people say InuKag are friends first, and while I don’t disagree there’s gonna be a lot of suspicious side-eyes in Japan
due to all the boundaries InuKag crossed, as if they skipped an entire step and immediately went from strangers to love interests.
Perhaps, for but a moment
like less than a nanosecond they were “just friends” before Cupid’s cruel heat seeking arrow struck.
But it doesn’t help that Inuyasha is like a kid stumbling in the dark regarding love: “Her presence soothes my soul,” “I feel stronger when I’m with her,” or “She’s the first person I ever trusted.”
Dude, you’ve got it baaaaad for Kagome. I know you haven’t been exposed to a lot of positive influences, but c’mon…
In their situation, actions really do speak louder than words, since that stupid survivor-guilt-suffering Inuyasha thinks he doesn’t deserve happiness.
*Of course, this means Kouga’s declaration and actions were audacious on a whole ‘nother level.
Uh…not quite that…actually, maybe by canine standards…
Clay Jensen: Clay wasn’t big on PDA and honestly, neither were you. You two liked to save your affectionate moments for when you were in private, so your PDA would mostly be holding hands and a hug when one of you left the other. That is, until Clay got jealous– then all rules regarding PDA were out of the window, and he’d flat out make out with you in front of the person trying to flirt with you.
You were much more into PDA than Alex. He’s a more private guy, but you loved to show your relationship off, so you’d usually be the one to initiate PDA. Alex didn’t mind when you did this, he’d always squeeze your hand when you grabbed his, or wrap his arms around you when you sat on his lap. He certainly would never deny you a kiss when you wanted one (which was always), but he the kisses were never too long or too intimate; he’d save those for the bedroom.
Jeff would love PDA because he loved to show you off. You two would never be seen together without some kind of PDA. Jeff loved kissing you in front of other people, and his arm stayed around your waist at all times. Even when you tagged along to his tutoring sessions with Clay, he’d keep a hand on your knee or your feet touching under the table. Clay would always make fun of him for his constant need to touch you, but he couldn’t help it– he loved you, and he wanted the entire world to know that you were his.
Unexpectedly, Zach’s PDA would be limited only to when he was drunk. He didn’t want to be the stereotypical jock, who only thought about “getting some.” So for this reason, Zach was very careful about PDA. He wasn’t ashamed of you at all (the complete opposite, actually) so he’d steal an occasional kiss on the cheek or just holding you in the hallway for a minute between classes. But when he was drunk? A whole ‘nother story. He’d be all over you when he was drunk– kissing you constantly, pulling you into his lap, never ceasing to hold you in his arms. These moments were some of your favorites– when he let his walls down, poured love onto you, and let the entire school know how much he cared about you.
Justin would love PDA. You two would get in trouble at school all too often for “excessive public display of affection,” but honestly, neither of you cared. Justin hated being apart from you, so he’d always be sure to have an arm around your shoulders, his lips on yours, or at the very least, his hand resting on your knee. Sometimes he’d get a bit cheeky– a hand resting a little too high on your thigh, maybe– and that’s when you’d get in trouble. But he didn’t care, especially since the PDA helped ensure that no other guy in the school would even try to flirt with you, for fear of Justin finding out.
Give me a McHanzo where Hanzo is the one who can’t shut up about his relationship with McCree. He’s used to his family spoiling their partners with jewels and money and it doesn’t take him long to realize Jesse isn’t attracted to those.
But Jesse likes public displays of affection and Hanzo LOVES showing off that this beautiful hunk of man meat is HIS.
They’re on the beach and Jesse comes back with two ice creams. Hanzo rewards him with a kiss that gets a bit too steamy for public eyes.
Jesse is talking to someone and Hanzo slaps his ass as he walks by.
Jesse competing in the training ring and Hanzo on the sidelines cheering him on and calling him his man.
Jesse blushing and unable to speak when Hanzo buys him a beautiful ring and proposes quietly over dinner while no one is paying attention.
Kim Namjoon: Namjoon has fallen asleep on your shoulder while the two of you were watching a movie. He mumbles in his sleep, twitching every so often as if his body felt unsettled from a day’s worth of activity. In order to relax him, you comb your fingers through his short, purple hair, moving in long, extended rows. He smiles, easing his body into yours, immeasurably calm. It’s not often that he gets time alone with you, but when he does, he’s so gratified by how tender you are with your affections. He would refuse to budge for ages. When you try to get up to make dinner, he interrupts you as soon as your hands stop moving, groaning as he tells you not to leave his side.
“Mmm… don’t stop… dinner can wait a couple more hours.”
Park Jimin: Jimin has been so exhausted lately that he falls asleep on your shoulder while talking, backstage. Gently, you lower his head onto your lap. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on the soft strands closer to his forehead. His eyes gradually open - he almost forgets that the both of you are in public. Jimin would get shy very quickly, and shoot up in a heartbeat - he likes when you play with his hair, but he doesn’t want any undesired attention from staff and fans from your public display of affection. He’d definitely want to continue this later, when the two of you aren’t under scrutiny from the masses. He’s pulled away by duty, but before he leaves, he says:
“Ah, I haven’t slept that well in awhile… sorry I have to leave so soon. Do you want to come by the dorm later - when we have more privacy?”
Min Yoongi: When you smooth the tangles in Min Yoongi’s hair, running the tips of your fingers against his skin while doing so, it sends shivers down his spine. He’s had a lot of worrying thoughts running through his head lately, so he would appreciate any distraction given to him, especially one as delicate and as loving as you. His eyes are locked onto your reflection in the mirror before him. The sight of you relaxes him; your touch is an overdose of serenity. The hairdressers have just finished with his look, and you’re given the consent to ruffle it. You massage his head, fingers buried in his dark hair, this feels so surreal. He moans before turning serious:
“… You’re too good at this. Have been so close to any other person before?” ( You shake your head. ) “Okay. Keep it that way.”
Kim Taehyung: Taehyung is getting the usual case of over-excitement from being backstage for too long. He’s restlessly hopping from group to group, eager to be paid attention to like a child hosting his birthday party. When he spots you in the distance, he rushes up to you, giggling madly, hoping you would join him in his elation. You simply tell him to sit down with you - he complies, and as soon as your hands reach his hair, he turns quiet and composed. He stays motionless and silent, only because you’re doing what you’re doing. Even when Bangtan speaks to him, he simply nods, all too focused on your tranquilizing caresses through his auburn hair. You’ve successfully tamed the beast - when he’s ready to perform, he turns to you with a poised air of confidence.
“I’ll be back for more later, so make sure you hang around.”
Kim Seokjin: Jin seems to be on edge for most of the time he’s getting prettied up by make-up artists, especially since he’ll be performing a new dance routine. While the artists worked their magic on the idol, you play with his flaxen locks, curling them with your fingers as you watched him in the mirror, placating his unease. He can’t help but thank his lucky stars that you’re always there to help him unwind. Sometimes, he’d feign restlessness, just to get you to run your fingers through his hair; he really just wants you to be close by. He gets up from his seat with a lazy look in his eyes, but he doesn’t hesitate to charm you with his dashing good looks as soon as he is able.
“Aish, you’ve made me so relaxed, I’m not sure I’m ready to perform! Does my hair still look good?”
Jung Hoseok: Hobi usually doesn’t sleep in, but when he wakes up next to you brushing his hair with your fingers, he’s tempted to drop everything and take the day off. He has practice with Bangtan in an hour, but you’ve made it a lot harder for him to leave. There’s nothing more soothing to him than having you subconsciously stroke his head of hair. He’s basically in heaven right now, and there’s little chance he’d come back down to Earth unless you truly insisted that he leave for practice, which was only the right thing to do, you thought. He looks up at you, clearly hesitant to stop the groove of your fingers as they moved softly against his scalp.
“I’ll just tell them I’m sick. I want to stay here forever.” ( You urge him to go, or he’ll be late. ) “Okay, okay… five more minutes.”
Jeon Jungkook: Kook used to not mind sitting next to his members during long car rides. However, that changed when he met you. As soon as Bangtan gets in the van, he pushes his way past his hyungs and books a spot next to you. Midway through the journey, you find your fingers grazing against the skin on his head; he’s falling asleep on your shoulder. He’s no stranger to people brushing through his hair, but there’s something about the way you do it that steadies the beating of his heart. Kook is so used to the feel of your hands; you’ve spoiled him for anyone else. They hit a rest stop, but before you can head to bathroom, you feel his fingers clutch onto your wrist.
“I’m so used to falling asleep with you touching my hair, that I can’t whenever you’re not around anymore. So, don’t move seats when you get back.”
I hope you like this fluffy scenario-ish react, anon! <3