the serpents come out at night - Jughead Jones
requested: “Jughead smut about the jacket? Like the reader is really mad he took it but he looks really hot and sin happens? Plz I’m a ho sorry”
GOD I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR AN EXCUSE TO DO THIS AND HERE IT IS
warning(s): SMUT, slight alcohol use
fuck here we go
The night is cold, tranquil. In FP Jones’ trailer the moonlight gives off a blue glare through the shutters on the windows, and the cans of Bud Lite that were previously gulped down with ease are now laying on the carpeted floor, slightly crushed.
You’re pinned against the wall, your legs wrapped against Jughead’s waist - your lips furiously moving against his in a rushed motion as he takes your shirt off effortlessly, your hands latching onto his clothing and doing the same.
And then he’s pouncing onto you again - his name written against your breaths of desperation for him to just do something already. He grabs your waist and kisses down your neck, nipping softly, before there’s a knock at the door.
“Oh my god -” You gasp out, Jughead losing his confidence in the spur of the moment, his head whipping around to look at the door.
“Is that your mom..?” He asks quietly, setting you down on the kitchen counter, pulling his shirt on, not bothering to fix his hair when he walked to the door.
You didn’t bother replying, you just followed him close behind.
Jughead was conversing with the Southside Serpents, from what you could tell - something about FP not snitching and how they would always have his back.
And then you saw the jacket.
That god damned jacket - the Snake embroidered leather jacket that symbolized all that was the antichrist of Riverdale. It shocked you, for a small moment.
But what really got to you was when he put it on.
Your boyfriend, Forsythe Pendleton Jughead Jones III, innocent, weird writer kid, with sex hair and a little smirk on his face, puts it on.
And you fucking die, you swear.
You widen your eyes and feel your heart tense up, your hand grabbing onto his arm, which is now guarded by his new article of clothing. “Juggie..?”
He thanks the Serpents and waves to them before closing the door behind him, walking back inside, an aura of badassery clinging to him. It was a new vibe, and strangely, you liked it.
He didn’t even let you speak before you were hurled up into his arms and making out with him again, right back where you started. His hands decide to travel more, unzipping your shorts and shoving them down.
You whine and pull back, his lips all smudged from your lipstick, and you swear it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He doesn’t hesitate to get to the point. He runs his fingers over your heat slowly and pulls them back, grinning and biting his lip.
“Naughty girl..” He mutters to himself and picks you up again, running to the small bedroom in the given space of the trailer, tossing you onto the unmade bed. “I want your underwear off.”
You immediately obey him, taking your lacy thong off, sliding it down your legs teasingly.
He leans down and kisses at your v line, leaving tiny hickies along his way to your cunt, pinning your hips to the bed so you couldn’t move away when he licked a stripe up.
You gasped and curled your toes, looking down at your beautiful boyfriend. “Jug -!”
He moaned, raspily, and began to eat you out, using every skill known to man with his tongue, and his lips, sucking on your clit as well. He’s so good at it and you don’t know if this is his first time or not, but fuck, does he know how to go down on you.
You have no idea where this boost of confidence came from, but you are not complaining in any way. Jughead is taking his time and going hard, looking up at you with lust the entire time, his eyes seducing you to the point of insanity.
You whimper underneath him, your body writhing on the bed in attempt to buck up and have some sort of liberation, your hand fisting in his somewhat nappy brown locks, back arching.
“Juggie, oh my god - yes..”
“Mhm?” He moans against you, and just as you’re about to come he pulls away, his lips wet and red. “Was that good, baby?”
“Wh - no! Go back!”
“I don’t think you call the shots, (Y/N)..” He purrs, kissing at your neck again, rubbing you slowly, one of his long, amazing fingers slipping into you. “God, how is it that you’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you?”
You sobbed and held onto him tight, rolling your hips against him and sucking on his collarbone, making sure he fucking felt that. “Take your shirt off, and the jacket - please..”
(there’s about to be some serious sin here folks prepare yourselves)
In almost an instant, his jacket and his shirt come off, as well as his socks and jeans, and he’s left in nothing but his tented boxers.
“Here’s what you’re gonna do..” He mutters, his lips pressed against your ear, “I’m gonna let you go, and you’re gonna make me feel good. Got that?”
You obey him when he let go of you, and start palming him through his boxers, squeaking quietly when you felt him twitch underneath his hand. “Jug..”
You nod, gulping and slowly taking his boxers down, your breath catching in your throat when you see him fully. But you still wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly at first - speeding up when Jughead moans at you to continue.
“That’s a good girl..” He rasps. “Suck me off.”
God, this was it.
You wrapped your lips around him and sucked slowly, teasing him, moving all the way down to his base, cupping his hip. He threw his head back and pushed himself into your mouth even more, panting. “God, (Y/N).. that mouth is astonishing.”
You groan around him and look up, using your tongue to brush the underside of his cock, his breath hitching.
It’s been a few minutes of you giving him head, and it’s tense - and hot. Jughead is moaning and gripping your hair and pushing you down further onto him, so close.
“H - Haah.. god, I’m close, baby, come on..”
His encouraging words made you speed up, and you pulled back, stroking him as fast as you possibly could. “Come on, Juggie, come on..”
“Open your fuckin’ mouth.”
You obeyed him again, sticking your tongue out while you opened.
Jughead felt a rush of excitement pulse through his veins as he reached his release, letting a low cry out as he came into your mouth, his back arching. “Fuuuck..”
You swallowed so the horrible taste wasn’t in your mouth anymore, panting when you were finished. “Thank you, Forsythe..”
“Mhm.” He grunts, laying down and pulling you next to him, “You’re welcome.”
“I - I didn’t come, yet..”
“C - Can I?”
Jughead though for a moment. “No.”
“Tomorrow, my love, I will wake you up with a surprise.”
“Now, enough talking, go to sleep.”
You cuddled closer into him and nuzzled his neck, appreciating the warmth of his body. “Okay, goodnight, baby.”
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