making out is so underrated. i wanna sit and kiss and grind up on each other and breathe heavy and let my hands wander
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Currently thinking about the kind of making out where you're lying in bed, legs tangled together, bodies pressed together. Hands exploring each other's bodies, fingers running under shirts, into hair, hiking up skirts. Where you're grinding against each other, moans and whimpers and panting filling the room. With neck kisses and earlobe bites and hickeys, always seeking out parts to kiss before eventually being drawn back to each other's lips.
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i sound so pretty when i cum btw
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#same, betty | requested by anonymous
365 days of barchie: 256/365
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by the way if i straddle you and your hands go on my thighs or hips i’m not legally responsible for my following actions
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rough sex on the back seat of your car, somewhere on a lonely country road, rock music playing in the background, barely even undressed enough to reach all the important places, muffled moans piercing through the night
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@serpentblccd : stop teasing me so much . . .
nearly 200 writing prompts ; accepting.
𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿, teeth pulling at her bottom lip as she looked at him over her shoulder, blonde curls falling down her back. was she teasing him? absolutely. it was her 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 thing to do because he made her really work for it, but it also made everything so much more 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 when she was able to drive him absolutely crazy with desire. betty knew there was no one who had this effect on her like jughead did, she could flirt with anyone and it not mean anything, but everything was so 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 with jughead in a way she could not describe. she didn't hold back. she allowed herself to do whatever she wanted with jughead, she knew he could handle it, she knew he would do absolutely 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 for her. but that didn't mean she didn't like having her own fun with him and hearing him beg her a little, well it just made her heart race a little more, " so impatient, jughead, " betty scolded playfully, dropping the robe she was wearing to reveal the black lace lingerie she was wearing, turning to face him with a small smirk, hands moving to pull blonde curls up into a ponytail, " i like hearing you beg. maybe i should make you do it more often, " she teased, moving over to him as to where he is sat on her bed, hand trailing along his leg as she looks over at him with green eyes shining. moving onto the bed, she straddles his lap with ease, ponytail swinging ever so slightly with the movement. her hands resting on his shoulders for a moment before sliding down his chest to the buttons of his shirt, " you're saying stop teasing, i haven't even started yet . . . or are you talking about what was going on downstairs? " oh she knew that jughead had a 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 whether he wanted to admit it or not. her teasing just started with her being flirty with someone else, knowing he wouldn't be able to handle it. which was how they found themselves up in her room, bedroom door locked and nothing else mattered. hips grind a little against him, teasing him with a smirk before stopping, wanting to drive him just absolutely insane with as little effort as possible. she was trying to push him to the edge, to as far as he could take it until he has had enough and takes 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹 in the situation. hands move up into his hair, gripping a little as she leans in as if she's going to kiss him, just stopping right before his lips, " do you not like seeing another guy with his hands on me? maybe you should show me why i always chose you, "
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