A/N: CONTENT WARNING - THIS CHAPTER IS 99% SEX. ENJOY OR SKIP.
Jughead leaned into Sugar and brought the tip of his index finger to her jawline. Tracing the surface, he watched her eyes grow heavy. His puckered lips met hers once before he pulled away to look her in the eyes. A grin blossomed across her plump cheeks and her teeth closed around her lower lip. Jughead's hand wrapped the expanse of her jawline a little too hard and felt her wince. "I'm sorry." He jocked back quickly then raised his hands before he started to scan her for injuries.
"Relax," Sugar chuckled flipping her leg over him and straddling his waist. "It's okay." Sugar took his face in her hands and captured Jughead's mouth once more. Jughead wasn't one hundred percent sure on what he was doing, yet, but he liked the way he felt. She smelt like a sugar cookie, tasted like mint gum, and felt even softer than the pillow he rested his head on. He felt her hands begin tho trace the dips and curves of his torso. Jughead broke away from her to trail gentle kisses along her jawline and down to the base of her neck. His fingertips grazed along her spine until he reached her bottom.
Jughead latched onto the meatiest part of her and squeezed. Sugar ran one hand from his chest, along his neck, and back to his soft cheek. Goosebumps puckered his flesh before he felt the pop of the button on his jeans. Jughead gasped pulling away from Sugar. He watched her with wide eyes. "Did I-" The question never fully left her lips. Jughead, with a bracing touch, supported her back and cradled her head. He pulled her in close then flipped her onto her back. A satisfied grin crossed her features as he crawled back over her. She wrapped her hands around the back of his skull and opened her mouth to his.
Sugar felt the first innocent brush at the hem of her shirt. Jughead tested the boundaries when one finger and when she didn't stop him, he placed his hand on the flesh of her stomach. Sugar sighed with frustration, taking him by the wrist and sandwiching his palm between her bra and her shirt. Jughead tensed and his mouth stopped moving as his has hand started to explore. Sugar giggled at his inability to multitask. "Am I bad?" Jughead murmured softly.
"No," Sugar whispered back. "You're new." She reached for his zipper and slid it down carefully. Jughead sprang forth from his jeans, but not his boxers. With one hand on the back of his head, Sugar raised up just enough to close her mouth over his. Jughead opened to her and slipped his tongue inside. He immediately felt the vise of her teeth catch him as her hand began a slow back and forth over the core of him. He groaned and let his eyes roll back into his head. Jughead's hips involuntarily bucked into Sugar's hand and he started realize that the muffled touch wasn't enough.
Jughead pulled back from Sugar, withdrawing his hand and helping her remove her shirt. The swell of Sugar's breasts spilled from over the top of her of grey bra. The rise and fall of them mesmerizing him. Sugar took both her hands back to flip her bra upward over her breasts. Why struggle with it? She always thought to herself. Jughead's mouth fell open for a split second before he plumped one of her breasts in his hand and took it into his mouth. Jughead gave a hard suck and listened to Sugar inhale sharply before relaxing into a comfortable moan.
He looked up at her, but didn't release her. Jughead only wanted to ensure that what he was doing was correct. He met Sugar's eye as she watch him through a half mast gaze. Her teeth sunken into her lower lip and her hand rested on the back of his neck. Jughead bit down on her firmly enough to listen to her call out. Taking a note from his partner, Jughead popped the button on Sugar's jeans and dragged the zipper to the end. He felt Sugar shift and released her breast to see what had changed.
Her hips were raised off the couch and thighs slightly parted. "Take them off." She hummed wiggling her hips from side to side. Jughead hooked his fingers in the waistline of her pants and drew them down her legs. Sugar let her bottom fall to sofa and lifted her feet so Jughead could finish the job. Jug didn't take his eyes off Sugar as he let the clothing nestle to the floor. He watched her eyes with an unwavering intensity that should have made Sugar feel vulnerable. But it seemed to be the opposite. Jughead watched her as though he needed the validation.
A long spread smile cascaded from ear to ear, as Sugar drew feet back. She rested one on the back of the couch and the other on Jughead's thigh. The first time Jughead had a burger, he had this overwhelming desire that seemed insatiable until he was finished. When he opened a really good book, there was this white glow of angelic light that spilled forth and…he swore nothing could make him happier than either of his true passions. He thought he'd never have that feeling again; to truly be satisfied. Tonight - oh… tonight - the light beamed at him, the angels sang, and his pulse throbbed in his ears. Jughead hooked a finger into the center of Sugar's underwear and gave one gentle pull to the side.
He sat back just enough to close his mouth around her. Sugar allowed her eyes to drift shut as she released a contented sigh. The circles Jug made around her sensitivity made her toes curl. Taking a gasp, Sugar sat up on her shoulders to peer at his face between her thighs. Jughead looked back up at her through thick, black lashes and his tongue ran from her entrance to her center. Sugar impatiently grabbed at his upper arms, pulling him up to meet her. She sealed her mouth around his and grasped the underside of Jughead's jaw. Her mouth covered his to cease that burning question at the edge of Jug's teeth. Sugar swallowed the answers bubbling up inside her as he slipped his tongue to the tip of hers.
She stilled, pressing up on her forearms and leaning into him. With a firm pull, Sugar sucked Jug's tongue all the way into her mouth. A shaky breath escaped the hollows of his throat. Sugar reached inside her boxer-briefs and ran a gentle hand along the length of him. Jughead pressed into Sugar's palm, then felt her grasp him tightly. A stifled groan escaped him as he nearly ground his teeth together. "Come here." She breathed as she sat forward just enough to offer herself to him. Jug pressed his hips in to meet hers and felt the warmth of her close over him.
Jug's jaw fell slack and his eyes rolled back into his head for a split second. Sugar watched him through starved eyes as Jughead blinked his gaze back into place. He brushed the tip of his nose against hers as Sugar moved against him. Jug began his rhythmic movement as Sugar took a handful of his hair. He slipped a hand between them and began to write the alphabet against the jewel of her. Sugar trailed hot, open mouthed kisses down Jughead's throat.
Her teeth sinking into the thickest portion of his throat. Jug bucked against Sugar and hummed her name. Sugar's toes curled into her feet like the Wicked Witch of the South beneath Dorothy's house. A layer of sweat built up on Jug's back, beading, and streaming down the length of him. She felt him. Every part of him, she fed from each sensation. His free hand dug into the fullness of her hip as he gave one last good push. Sugar's thighs squeezed his waist and her body went taught. She felt the first ripple of her own pleasure and then the initial spurt of his.
Jughead tucked himself around Sugar and rested his face in crook of her neck. Sugar wrapped a leg around him, rested one arm around his shoulders, and brushed the hair back from his forehead with the other. "You have to get up." She spoke breaking his haze.
"No," He whined with fatigue into her skin, "Why?"
"FP still hasn't come home and we should be expecting him." Well...that and she really hated the after sex snuggle.
"Fair enough." Jughead said sitting back reluctantly.
Sugar sat back and watched as Jughead readjusted and redressed himself. When he made eye contact with her, he dropped his gaze and a slow smile crept onto his face. "Are you just going to stare?" Jughead tried to speak up, but his voice shook and cheeks turned red.
"Yeah," Sugar replied in a gentle whisper, "You're kind of cute."
Jughead started to chuckle when they heard a set of keys working on the front door. Sugar scrambled to her feet, grabbed her clothes, and ran for Jughead's room. The door closed hard behind her and began to rattle as she knelt over attempting to put her pants on. Sugar moved away from the door, but had both feet trapped in the legs of her pants. It wasn't until she tumbled to the ground that she heard FP speaking at the top of his voice.
She didn't attempt readjust her clothing, instead, she scooted to the door and pressed her ear against it.
