A/N: This is my first fan fiction, gently beta'd by enthusiastic friends. Feel free to leave a review.
Preface: Some time has passed since the timeline of Riverdale Season 1 and Archie, Betty, Veronica and Jughead are all students at Riverdale Community College. Betty struggled with her inner darkness following the events that occurred while they were in high school, which led to her parents forcing her to stay close to home, rather than going to a big university of her choice. Archie prioritized his music - much to the dismay of his football coach - and his football scholarship fell through. He is now studying Musical Education with plans to return to Riverdale High to fill the still-empty music teacher role left vacated by Ms. Grundy once he graduates. Jughead and Veronica followed their friends to RCC for their freshman year, with hopes of transferring somewhere else for their sophomore years.
Chapter 1
Eyes growing heavier by the second, Betty was finding it almost impossible to stay awake as her "Ethics in Journalism" professor droned on about integrity. The just-too-warm classroom and the wah-wah-wah tone of her voice made napping conditions ideal. Just as her breathing was evening out, she felt a dull poke in her side and a rough hand slide over hers. Opening one eyelid with a huff of frustration, she took in the smirk of the beanie-bedecked young man to her right.
"You know you're missing some riveting stuff here," whispered Jughead directly into her ear. Betty could hear the sarcasm in his voice and it made her own lips twitch upward in response.
"Juggy, you know I haven't been sleeping well lately," Betty whispered back. "Between school and Polly being up with the twins all hours of the night, it's just been a lot to deal with."
Concern flooded the blue-green eyes she had grown so fond of. "But you're okay, right?" Jughead questioned hesitantly.
It took all Betty had to not roll her eyes at the question. She knew Jughead meant well, but he had been walking on eggshells around her ever since everything that happened. She just wanted everything to go back to normal - whatever that was - as soon as possible.
"Yes, I'm fine, I promise. I'm much stronger than you think, Juggy," Betty whispered, pushing herself back in her seat. Eager to change the conversation, she leaned forward and bit her bottom lip in the way that drove Jughead crazy. Lightly stepping her fingertips across his thigh, she whispered, "In fact, maybe we should pick up where we left off last weekend at the trailer…" Satisfaction and a sharp rush of power filled her as she saw Jughead's jaw clench and his grip tighten on his pencil.
Jughead exhaled with a slow rush of air and looked to the front of the classroom to ensure their professor was still unaware of their conversation. "Betty, you know how badly I want to do that. After everything that's happened, I just think we should take it slow." He brushed a stray curl out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear.
Betty leaned into his palm and looked at him pleadingly, "But I don't want to take it slow. I'd like to move... as quickly as humanly possible. With a wicked gleam in her eye, Betty took Jughead's hand from her cheek and slowly moved his thumb into her mouth. Eyes only on him, she swiped her tongue over the rough pad of his thumb and sucked. She couldn't contain her smile after seeing Jughead's breathing grow ragged and his hand move hastily to cover the growing bulge in his pants.
"For fuck's sake, Betty," he whispered on an exhale. Betty gave his thumb a quick final suck and was about to take it further down her throat to show him what she really wanted to do when she heard a loud RAP from the head of the classroom.
"Betty! Jughead! Are you paying attention?!" The nearsighted professor was squinting from the front of the classroom and their other classmates' heads were turned their way. Jughead ripped his thumb from Betty's mouth so fast she almost got whiplash. With sweat starting to bead on his brow and his voice an octave higher than his normal register, he quickly responded, "Yes, ma'am."
Their professor let out a loud "harrumph!" and turned back to the board, continuing on with the monotonous lecture. Unable to contain it any further, Betty collapsed onto her desk in a fit of giggles, peeking out from behind her hands at Jughead's stricken face.
"Ma'am?" she questioned with a snicker.
With an exasperated chuckle and a quick roll of his eyes, he leaned over to her chair and put a warm hand behind her neck. Pulling her close enough to smell the unique parchment-meets-evergreen smell that defined him, he whispered with a smile in his voice, "You're going to be the end of me, Betty Cooper." With a quick nip on her ear, he sat back in his seat and determinedly faced the front of the classroom, smirk never leaving his face.
Betty bit her lip with a smile and faced the front of the classroom. With a quick tug of her lips, she thought, "You haven't seen anything yet."
After her final class, Betty dropped her books in her car and started walking over Pop's where she met Archie, Veronica and Juggy every Friday. The brisk fall chill in the air had Betty wrapping her blush coat snuggly around her. Looking down at her pastel cuffs, she sighed in frustration. Betty had been known as the bubblegum pink over-achiever-next-door her entire life and she used to enjoy that part of herself. But after the breakdown, she had been envying Veronica's vampy wardrobe and even searched in her closet for her old black wig. She huffed a stray blonde curl out of her eyes and felt the rush of warm air as she pushed her way into Pop's. The door chime signaled her arrival and she instantly saw Veronica lift an eyebrow in greeting at their usual booth.
"Hello, dollface," her best friend said with a quick snap of a compact. Against Veronica's sophisticated black silk tank and blazer combo, Betty's pale blue sweater set made her feel like she was getting ready for the 8th grade dance. Sitting down with a huff, she grabbed a fry from the basket and dejectedly stuffed it into her mouth.
"I think I need to change" she said through a mouth full of french fry.
Veronica's look of distaste at her lack of manners was priceless. "If by 'change' you mean 'completely overhaul your etiquette', then you'd be correct."
Betty's eyeroll was swift and fierce. "Ha, ha, V. I'm serious, though! Ever since everything went down in high school, I feel like everyone wants me to be the exact version of Betty that I was before and I can't do it. I want to... wear black boots and red lipstick, and oh my god - do I want a nose ring?" Betty let out a groan and hid her face in her hands.
Veronica considered her outburst thoughtfully and responded, "No, you have a nose shape coveted by supermodels, plastic surgeons and suburban princesses alike. Touch it and I'll personally kill you."
Betty looked up from her hands as Pop set down her usual strawberry chocolate milkshake with extra cherries. "Thanks Pop," Betty said with a small smile. With the tip of his hat, he made his way back to the counter. Betty took a large swig and sighed into her straw.
"So why all the doom and gloom about it, Bets? If you want to change, then change. It's as simple as that."
Betty looked at her best friend with equal parts envy and exasperation. "Easy for you to say! You're the queen of reinvention."
With a dramatic flip of her hair, Veronica quipped, "Well yes, darling, Madonna and I have that in common."
Betty let out a quick chuckle and popped the first cherry into her mouth. Twisting the stem between her fingertips, she said, "Can I share something private with you?"
It was Veronica's turn to roll her eyes. "Honey, we didn't handcuff a jock to a hot tub and dump syrup down his face to start keeping secrets now, did we?"
Betty nodded and said, "Excellent point, counselor." She leaned forward and whispered, "Since we started school, Jughead and I haven't...well, you know…"
"Visited PoundTown?" asked Veronica conspiratorially.
Betty scoffed and swatted Veronica's arm, "No, there have been no visits to PoundTown and I would very much like to go back. It's a lovely place."
"That it is," said Victoria seriously.
"I think he just wants to protect me because I've been a bit overwhelmed with my journalism classes and managing editorial duties at The Register, but he acts like I'm so fragile," Betty whispered, leaning in even further. "But sometimes a girl just wants thrown up against a wall, you know?"
Veronica leaned back in her booth, eyebrows raised and smile wide. "Elizabeth Cooper, as I live and breathe," she said with a thick fake Southern accent, hand fanning her face.
"I'm serious, V!"
Veronica leaned forward and gripped her hands. "I know you are and I will cherish this conversation for the rest of my days. Betty, of course girls want it rough every now and again. Honestly, some even prefer it to the alternative."
Betty nodded seriously and squared her shoulders. "So how do I get Jughead to play rough?" Her mouth quirked up at the steamy thought.
Veronica's eyes got that gleam that told Betty instantly that she had a plan. She leaned forward and said, "Sometimes B, you can't wait for a man to take the reins. You just have to saddle up and do it yourself. Come to my house tonight and we'll get you ready for a night Jughead will never forget."
"That sounds amazing, but there won't be any chaps involved, correct? Your cowboy analogy was troublesome."
V winked and said, "Of course not, but I do have some excellent fringed p-"
Veronica was cut off by the sound of the door chime. Betty lifted her eyes to see Archie and Jughead walking over to their booth. His shy smile paired with the recent topic of conversation was enough to have heat pooling between her legs. She bit down on her lip as he slid into the booth next to her.
He pushed her hair behind her shoulder and jokingly whispered into her ear, "Hey, what did I say about that? No lip biting in public." She could hear his smile when he spoke.
She turned until her lips were right at his ear and whispered, "Climb up to my room tonight, okay? Around 11." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and turned toward Archie and Veronica before he could respond. Popping the final cherry into her mouth, she worked her tongue until the stem came out in a perfect knot. With a sly wink, she placed the tied stem into Jughead's hand. She looked up to see Archie slack-jawed and Veronica with triumph and pride in her eyes.
"So how was class today, guys?"
Betty had always loved going over to V's apartment. It felt like a luxury hotel where she could truly escape from her Mom and Dad - even Polly and the babies sometimes. Since Veronica's parents had been in jail for the last year with no release date in sight, Betty had been spending most of her weeknights here to keep Veronica company. V dumped her bag on the dining room table and settled herself in front of the bar cart.
"Pick your poison, dollface," she said with a glance over her shoulder. Betty's mouth opened to request her usual vodka cranberry, but before she could even think, another order came pouring out of her mouth. "Whiskey ginger," she said decisively. Betty remembered Mr. Jones making that at the trailer for them one night, and she loved it. Veronica raised a single eyebrow and with a smile and a shake of her head, started making the drink.
"Head to my closet, Bets, and see what you can find. There's bound to be something in there that will knock the beanie right off that Jones' boy's head."
Betty walked into Veronica's room and sighed with envy. All dark purples and reds, it really looked like one of those boudoirs you saw all the old Hollywood starlets swooning in.
"Maybe Juggy would want to actually fuck me if this was my room, instead of the Polly Pocket explosion it actually is," Betty thought with a grimace.
Walking over to V's closet, she opened the lacquer double doors and stepped inside. It smelled like cashmere and jasmine and Betty just wanted to sink herself into the plush carpet. Betty knew Veronica kept all of her pretty "underpinnings" (as V would call them) in the far corner, so she made her way past the blazers and lace tops and stood in front of the row of lingerie that surely cost more than Betty's entire wardrobe. Red lace, white satin, black corsets - Veronica had something for every occasion. Betty ran her fingers over the items, thumbing her way through the colors and fabrics. She paused briefly at some red strappy contraption that seemed to include crotchless panties. She unsnapped them from their hanger as she mumbled to herself, "Jesus Christ, V…"
"What's up, buttercup?" said Veronica behind her, two whiskey cocktails in hand.
Eyebrows raised in confusion, Betty turned around with the underwear strung between her fingers.
"Hmmm, well love, I think we should try walking before we run. How about you give me those and we will find something a little more your speed. "She snatched the swatch of lace out of Betty's hands, gave her the cocktails and turned to the rack. Quickly thumbing through all the items, she grabbed a fluffy blue nightie, a baby pink bra and panty set and then a standard black bustier.
"Go try these on. I just bought them and they've never been worn because I'm in a dry spell of the ages - so in my opinion, that is destiny telling me that I'm meant to be the Fairy Godmother of PoundTown tonight."
Betty winced and grabbed the items out of Veronica's hands. "Do we have to call it PoundTown?
"Dollface, when you want it rough, it's called PoundTown. Beggars can't be choosers. Now scoot and I'll sit in the bedroom."
Betty shut the door and began putting on the powder blue nightie when she heard Ronnie put on some sexy playlist. She laughingly groaned and yelled, "Turn that off!" through the doorway.
"Absolutely not! LET THE FASHION SHOW COMMENCE!"
Betty took a large swig of her whisky and opened the door, bumping and grinding to some ridiculous song that V had playing.
Veronica was sitting on her chaise, doubled-over in laughter and ow-owing at Betty's moves. With a twist of her finger she told Betty to turn. After Betty faced her again, Veronica scrunched up her nose and said, "No, you look too virginal. NEXT."
This was how the next five outfits proceeded. They were either too virginal, too moody, too bright. Betty was about to break down in tears when V perked up in the chaise.
"Oh my God, I can't believe I had forgotten it!"
She peeled out of the room as quickly as she could and came streaming back almost immediately with a black shopping bag. Pulling the cream tissue paper out in tufts and throwing them behind her, Veronica grabbed whatever was in the bag, pulled it out triumphantly and yelled, "This is it!"
Betty turned the music down on the speaker and strode over to the bed. On it, Veronica had laid out the sexiest lingerie she'd ever seen in her life. It was a black mesh bustier with dark red silk cherries strategically placed over the nipples. The panties were basically non-existent, a triangular scrap of mesh with a single cherry placed exactly right. She turned the panties over in her hands and gasped out loud. There was no back to them whatsoever - just a scalloped edge with a tiny little cherry at the apex. She looked at Veronica pleadingly. This was it... it had to be this one.
Veronica shook her head and said, "Girl, after that stem trick you pulled this afternoon, no one could wear this but you. It's yours."
Betty threw her arms around Veronica and they fell onto the bed, laughing.
"I'm going to get laid tonight!" Betty gleefully yelled into the violet comforter. Veronica rolled over onto her side and propped her head up with her hand.
"This is going to be a moment you remember forever. Okay, now for shoes, hair and makeup…" Veronica jumped off the bed and ran into the closet, yelling things back at Betty along the way.
Betty, still smiling, rolled over onto her back and sighed. Her breasts were already heavy thinking about Jughead unsnapping the front hooks of the bustier with his rough hands, his mouth making its way from her ear down her throat. The idea of him bending her over and taking her from behind in those panties had her squirming on the bed right as Veronica popped her head out of the closet.
"Bets, I know mi casa es su casa, but seriously don't masturbate on my bed, I just had that duvet dry-cleaned. Now come over here and try on these boots."
With a throaty laugh, Betty jumped up and made her way over to the closet. Tossing back the rest of her whiskey, she bit her lip and sent a text to Juggy.
"Can't wait to see you tonight. I have a surprise. ;)"
The clock on her nightstand read 11:00 and Betty was pacing back in forth in her room, waiting for Jughead to arrive and trying to keep her shit together. Veronica's thigh-high boots kept unlacing in the back, her ass was exceptionally cold and her false eyelashes kept sticking to the top of her eyelids. She looked at herself in the mirror and could hardly recognize herself. Honestly, she felt incredible and finally like herself for the first time in weeks. Her breasts were pushed up within an inch of their life, her smoky makeup (courtesy of V) brought out the blue in her eyes and she did brushed-out retro pin curls so her hair curled softly around her face. She thought she looked great, so why was she so damn nervous? She checked the condoms in her nightstand for the thousandth time when she heard the window pop open behind her.
Spinning instantly on her heel she watched as Juggy climbed through the window delicately and shut it silently before fully seeing her. She stepped out of the shadows as he lifted his head and his mouth immediately fell open as he took her in.
"Betty...holy fucking shit." he said throatily, swiping the beanie off his head and nervously holding it in his hands. "I don't even know where to...how do I touch you?" he fumbled, eyes panning up and down her body a million times.
Walking slowly up to him with a saunter that she'd never claimed in her life, Betty bit down on her lip and looked up at him through her thick lashes. Reaching out to run a hand down his chest, Juggy tilted his head back and let out a low groan. Betty leaned in and slowly ran her tongue from the hollow of his throat up to the tip of his chin. She felt him shudder under her touch and any nerves she had previously felt evaporated on the spot.
As she kissed her way up his neck, she slipped her hand down his front, palming the growing bulge outside of his jeans. She felt his groan rumble through his chest and smiled as he kissed his way down her breasts. Betty reached for the hem of his "S" t-shirt and pulled it over his head. She made quick work of his jeans and soon her beloved Juggy was standing there in his boxers, hers for the taking.
Jughead may be the loner, Holden Caulfield-type, but all that labor on Mr. Andrews' construction site had done his body good. He was lean, toned and had that insane V on his hips that Betty wanted to run her tongue down. She stepped up to him and gave him a long kiss that had him lifting her so she felt him hard against her stomach. Letting out a groan from deep in her throat, Betty knew the tiny scrap of fabric between her legs was soaked completely through. Thinking back to class earlier that day, Betty had a sly smile on her face as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Palming his cock through his boxers, Betty moaned as she felt him getting harder in her hand.
"Betty, baby, you don't have to…"
"Juggy, shut up and let me suck you." Betty slipped his boxers down off his hips and grinned widely as his cock sprang up to meet her mouth. Betty didn't have any sexual experience outside of Jughead, but she had watched enough porn to know that he was very well-endowed, and she very blessed.
Smiling up at him, she wrapped her fist around the base of him and savored his groan as she pumped her hand down his entire length. Her tongue flicked out to swipe the drop of precum that was on his tip. Closing her eyes, she ran her tongue over his velvet tip one more time before wrapping her lips around him and sucking him deep into her mouth.
"Fuck Betty," Juggy moaned through gritted teeth. His hands reached down to grip her hair as she began sliding her mouth up and down his cock. Jughead always felt badly when Betty gave him head, but Betty fucking loved it because it was the biggest power rush she had ever felt. In those moments, she was in complete control - and she knew that Dark Betty inside her loved being in control. Feeling him swell in her mouth, she leaned forward to take him deeper. Needing relief more than ever, she slipped her other hand down the mesh panties to right where the silk cherry covered her clit. She moaned on Jughead's dick as she began rubbing herself furiously. Jughead looked down and groaned so loudly she worried it would wake her parents.
"Betty, I'm not going to last like this, I need to be in you," Jughead panted. He lifted Betty away from his cock and settled her over the bed. He frantically began unhooking her bustier, growling as her breasts sprang free. He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth as he made quick work of the rest of the hooks. The last hook undone, he threw the bustier across the room and kneaded her nipple. Lifting her hips to help him make quick work of her panties, he pulled them down off her legs and settled himself at her entrance.
Betty looked down and could see Jughead's thick tip almost in her and lifted her hips with a groan. Jughead's cock throbbed and slipped a little into her soaked pussy. Together they groaned simultaneously. Jughead had a pained look in his eyes and said through gritted teeth, "Betty, baby we need a condom."
"Ugh," she groaned. She wriggled a bit more and he slid even further into her. It felt so good, she couldn't stop wrapping her legs around him and using her feet to push him in even deeper.
"Jughead, I'm on birth control, please," she pleaded, desperate to keep that feeling of him bare inside her. He looked at her with questioning eyes and briefly nodded before he pushed himself completely into the hilt, eyes rolling back into his head. They both moaned together as Jughead began driving into her, over and over again. Betty rolled her hips up to meet him, thrust for thrust, gasping each time he hit that one spot that made her see stars behind her eyes. She felt the pressure building inside her and reached her hand down to once again rub her clit while Juggy filled her. She watched him in rapture as sweat trickled down his chest and the veins bulged in his arms, fingers digging into her hips. Betty could feel her orgasm building as she lifted her head to kiss him. Their mouths met one final time before the pressure exploded over her body, ripping a groan from her mouth and sending fireworks through her veins. Jughead let out one final, long moan and laid his forehead against hers as he pumped into her. She could feel his cock convulsing inside her and Juggy's pulse jumping as she placed her mouth on his neck. He collapsed onto her and she smiled as she felt his breathing steady, running the tips of her nails up and down his bare back while she caught her breath.
She heard a low chuckle against her neck and pulled her head away to look her boyfriend in the eyes. She saw the gleam in them and her lips quickly pulled into a smile.
"What?" she asked, clenching her pussy a final time which elicited a low groan from Juggy. Slipping out of her, he braced himself on his elbows on top of her. She pushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead as he smiled her favorite sheepish smile down at her.
"You were right," he said with a smirk.
"My three favorite words," she responded instantly, "but what was I right about?"
"You're much stronger than you look, Betty Cooper. And let me tell you - you look fucking incredible."
With a Cheshire Cat grin spreading widely across her face, she stretched under Jughead and repositioned herself so her soaked entry met the tip of his cock.
Kissing her way down his neck, she replied, "My goal was that you'd never be able to look at another cherry again without thinking of me cumming underneath you." She ran her fingers down his back and felt his cock grow against her pussy. Sliding herself down a fraction of an inch, she smiled up at him wickedly as he groaned loudly.
His hot length slid into her easily as she gasped and instinctively wrapped her legs around him. His arms reached under her so they were literally as close together as two humans could possibly be. Grunting quietly with each thrust, Jughead said into her ear, "You should just be thankful I'm young and have such insatiable stamina."
With a quick flip, she had him on his back and staring up at her as her breasts swung in front of him.
"Let me show you exactly how thankful I am, Jughead Jones..."
The morning light poured in through the gauzy drapes that blew with the soft breeze from the open window. A quick chill had Betty nestling further under the covers, reaching instinctively for Jughead. When all she found was warm, but empty sheets, she begrudgingly opened her eyes and looked for her favorite misfit. Jughead was nowhere to be found, but Betty's frown quickly quirked up into a smile as she saw the note on her nightstand - complete with two bright-red cherries.
Betty Dream-girl Cooper,
I didn't want to wake you, but - well, that's a lie, but the way I wanted to wake you wouldn't have made for a quiet morning. You continue to surprise me, and take my breath away, on a regular basis. I plan on keeping you. See you tonight at the Pussycats' gig. Perhaps you should continue with the cherry theme and wear something red - it suits your dark side.
I love you,
JJ
A wide smile settled on Betty's face as she buried herself back under her covers. She had almost forgotten about the Pussycats' gig tonight at the Breakfast Club - Riverdale's only nightlife institution - as the final stop on their first national tour. That gave her just enough time to call V and scour the local boutiques for something sexy enough to stop traffic. Throwing one of the cherries into her mouth, she twisted the stem between her fingers as she pictured herself walking into the club in something bold enough to make Jughead's jaw drop. She bit into the sweet fruit and hoped it would be enough to give her the confidence she needed to embrace the new Betty - and talk to Jughead about the other cherries she'd like popped.