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In the meantime…

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So I have seen a lot of Bughead dating in secret fics on tumblr and prompts around and I thought why not join in on that party, because what's hotter than a bit of secrecy really? Oh that's right Cole Sprouse ;)

Anyway enjoy and please let me know if you have any prompts/ideas for me xx


Elizabeth Cooper was a wonderfully intricate puzzle that sent waves of alternating emotion through Jughead Jones. The world saw her as the reserved, impeccable girl next door, the straight A student, passive friend and good two shoes daughter. But he saw her as a multifaceted challenge that he was dying to learn more about. And learn he had.

He had learnt that when she was frustrated her eyes darted around the room and her eyebrows scrunched up. It made him want to sooth her. He had learnt that when she bit her lip she was deep in concentration, it made him want to read her mind. He had learnt that when she was hurt her eyes would become vacant and her hands would instinctively wrap around her form; it made his bones and chest ache unbearably and he wanted to wrap her up in his embrace and shield her from harm. He had learnt that when she was determined she would fix her ponytail and push down that hurt and pain making him marvel at her strength and become filled with pride. He had learnt that when she was anxious or mad or spinning out of control she would dig her nails into her hands and it made him want to scream at anyone who dare make her hurt herself. He learnt that her intimate smile reserved for him in their moments of affection made his heart stutter in a different rhythm than when she shone her bright "Betty Cooper. Classic all American girl" smile out at the world. He had learnt that her eyes alternated between different shades of blue as her emotions changed and he couldn't quite decide whether he like the light sparkling sky blue when she was happy, the darker stormy sapphire blue of when she was being mischievous and passionate within their own personal bubble the best. He had learned that her lips tasted like strawberry bubble gum and that she smelt like vanilla which he had not known previously to be so intoxicating.

But perhaps the most interesting and enthralling thing he had learned about his blonde haired Holmes was that she could be quite the teasing seductress when she set her mind to it- and he was never 100% sure whether she was aware of the fact or not.

They had been together for a month now and in that time certain boundaries had definitely been crossed. It had taken them both a little by surprise how quickly such intense passion had crept into their relationship, with sweet kisses soon turning sensual and affectionate gestures rapidly becoming erotic. What made it even more tempting was the secrecy that his their love affair. It wasn't that they had necessarily strived to keep their budding romance from their friends or the world it was just that it was simpler for the time being; with everything going on-murder, pregnant sister, gang member drunk dads, friends with imprisoned father's, friend's previously in illicit affairs with music teachers- they didn't want to place evitable strain on themselves by having prying eyes watching everything they did. It was nice to have something so completely their own, something they were entirely in control of that the rest of the town could not taint with their mysterious shadows. It was just easier.

Except on days like today. When his truly irresistible girlfriend insisted on wearing a skirt that showed off her gorgeous long legs and a sweater that fit snuggly against her chest in a conservative manner, yet still managing to tease him with what she hid beneath. Every fibre in his being ached for him to grab her and ravish her in a way that would leave her breathless and dazed-him too probably- but unfortunately he could not do such a thing without making their predicament obvious to the entire universe; even Archie wasn't dense enough to not catch that signal.

So he resisted the urge, sinking deeper into the couch in the student lounge, tightly gripping his thighs so that his fingers wouldn't begin to caress hers. How did she manage to be so aloof? Sitting there all polite smiles as Veronica and Kevin gossiped about some mediocre high school happening nobody really should've cared about in a logical world.

He tried to focus on their words, a buzzing sound that would surely dispel his desires for the pastel clad girl next to him. And it worked for a moment too. Until she decided to lick her lips in an action that held his complete attention. His eyes trained on her tongue as it darted across the silken texture of her pink, luscious lips that he yearned to kiss and nip and coax to meld with his own. He shook his head and shifted again trying in vain not to think about what else that tongue and those lips could do; he had experienced it first-hand.

He finally managed to settle into a relatively human state not alienated by the hormones of a teenage boy, when she repeated the gesture, this time subtly moving her body so that her thigh was pressed against his on the small couch. Jughead blinked, dumbfounded. Again he couldn't work out if she was coincidentally driving him insane or whether she was purposely tempting him for her own sick pleasure; her quick glance his way answered the question for him.

Her blue eyes met his, taking on that darker, more dangerous shade that caused his mouth to go dry and his pupils to dilate slightly. Oh she was well aware of what she was doing to him. A small smirk playing on those devilish lips now, her demeanour radiating with satisfaction at his response to her teasing. He was at complete loss.

The bell rang abruptly signalling the end of their free period. Betty stood from the couch at the shrill noise, stretching her limbs in mock tiredness- Jughead knew she had no real need to perform the gesture- causing her shirt to ride slightly up exposing a small slither of pale skill that immediately drew his increasingly lustful gaze, taunting his eyes and his fingers inability to touch.

"You coming Juggie?" Her smooth voice broke him from his inappropriate thoughts as his head snapped up to meet the curious gazes of Veronica and Kevin who were already standing in the door way of the lounge, and Betty who was looking at him bemusedly, trying to conceal her self-satisfaction.

"Yeah sorry lost in thought," he replied coolly, suddenly very grateful for the poker face and sardonic tone he had perfected long ago.

"What's on your mind Holden Caufield?" Veronica teased good naturedly to which he only managed a shrug in reply. The raven haired New Yorker raised her brows at him and he sighed in defeat offering her the placatory excuses of, "dead kids and their murders."

Thankfully, Veronica and Kevin abandoned them moments later for their history class while Betty and Jughead continued down the hall to where they were supposed to be attending English. However, the beanie wearing boy was suddenly no longer in the mood to discuss literature and language conventions and deterred his girlfriend by the arm, a new destination in mind. Her protests were only half assed, as she quickly formulated a pretty good idea of where he was escorting her.

"Juggie we'll be late," Betty whined.

He didn't respond, rather kept his steel gaze focussed ahead, unwavered by her threat and eventually pulling her inside the Blue and Gold office. Once they were within the confines of the destination Jughead rounded on her backing Betty into the door. He infiltrated her space, causing her breath to hitch as his eyes locked on hers while he reached behind her to lock the door. His arms were caging her in, his face inches from her own.

"And what was all that," he demanded huskily, his voice sending pleasant shivers down her spine, she wasn't quite ready to fold yet though.

"What?" she implored, eyes wide and innocent, smile playing on her lips.

"Don't what me Betts, you're such a tease" he breathed, lips hovering over hers but not connecting. Her smile widened as her body flushed with want.

"it's only teasing if you don't follow through," she quipped back, revelling in the way his eyes only darkened with her seductive whit.

"And do you intend to follow through?" the air was thick around them now, the temperature rising rapidly.

"yes," she all but groaned and suddenly his lips were on hers, demanding, yearning.

His kiss was passionate, tongue seeking hers out immediately and tasting every inch of her mouth. Betty keened at the sensation, her hands moving up and down his chest before creeping under his shirt. His skin was hot under her touch and it made her ignite even further. Jughead gently bit down on her bottom lip, smirking at the small whine that emanated from the back of her throat at the action.

His hands couldn't resist any longer and began exploring her body. One slipping under her own sweater and wasting no time creeping up to her breast. Betty broke the kiss, head falling back against the door he had her up against and eyes fluttering shut. He couldn't help but think she was positively radiant right now, hair messed slightly, lips swollen and falling open in a tempting O, dark lashed juxtaposing flushing cheeks. She truly was a vision, not only of beauty but of his personal lust.

His lips sought out her neck, biting and sucking on the tender flesh, paying extra attention to the spots that made her pant or her breath hitch. His hands grew bolder beneath her shirt. One massaging while the other sipped inside her bra to toy with her now erect nipple.

"Oh God!" she moaned, her voice breathy. It sent a shock straight to his groin, amplified by the way her fingers gripped his shoulders tightly beneath his own shirt.

Her eye lids opened, allowing her electrifying gaze to meet his own exacerbating the tension in the room and gravitating their lips to meet in another frenzied kiss, a clash of tongues and teeth and nipping and sucking which only further ignited their inflamed bodies.

Betty's hands came to graze his tight abdominal muscles, causing Jughead to suck in his own breath and buck his hips forward into hers. This elicited her own gasp and she hitched a leg around his hip to bring him closer, to feel that pressure right there again.

"I love this skirt" he groaned into her neck as his strong fingers gripped her thighs and lifted her up; her legs immediately wrapped around his waist and her back was pushed further into the door. Her chuckle at his admission was interrupted by a drawn out whine as his hard length aligned with her now wet centre under her panties.

"oh god, Juggie" she panted as she rocked her hips back into his, grinding shamelessly against his growing erection. The pressure was too good, it made her stomach coil and her knees weak as she got high off of the sensation of him. Suddenly he moved his hands around to grip her ass and they were moving away from the door. A moment later he placed her down on one of the spare desks, occupying the space between her thighs, but now able to lean her back for a better connection.

They broke apart momentarily. Both were panting and breathing hard and Betty had to bite her lip from moaning at just the sight of him, beanie displaced, dark locks falling across his eyes, crooked smile, lustful gaze. Her hands immediately pulled him back to her, her lips trailing his jaw as he groaned and slid his hands to her inner thighs. His fingers teased a path to where she wanted him most before stroking her lightly over her panties. She hissed and his green eyes got even darker. Slowly he moved the fabric aside, watching her reaction and moving to slide his digits through her heat before settling to rub tantalising circles against her clit. Her head fell back in ecstasy as she raked her nails up his back.

"Shit," she moaned as her face scrunched in pleasure, the pressure building within her and her hips jerking in time with his movements. He groaned a sound rumbling from deep in his throat and only adding to her state or arousal. After a few more moments of delicious torture he pulled his hand away. Betty was about to protest when he dropped to his knees before the desk. Her breath hitched in anticipation; she knew all too well his mouth didn't just hold a talent for conjuring words.

"Fuck," he moaned as he took in the sight of her, wet and desiring him, her smell making him delirious and his already hard manhood ache further. His cursing made her rub her thighs together impatiently turning her on even more.

He didn't leave her waiting for long though, his tongue beginning to move in sinful ways which made her rock her hips and bit her lip to prevent from crying out and someone inferring what they were up to.

"Please" she whimpered when she felt the pressure building rapidly again, setting her alight and pushing her toward a full out blaze. The raven haired teen between her legs, quickly stood, whimpering as it caused him some pain due to his current predicament and shed his pants, offering her a slight smirk as he took in the sight of her on the desk waiting for him. Without wasting another second he thrust into her, revelling at her keening sigh. They quickly found a steady rhythm, him fitting deeper into her with each stroke and the blondes hips beginning to buck wildly in retaliation as her hands clutched his shoulders for support. Their breaths were rapid and broken. His mouth teased the flesh of her neck as his hands moved between them bringing her to ecstasy with a muffled moan in his chest. His pace quickened yet again, as her walls beckoned him to follow her to euphoria, with a primal groan of her name.

They took a moment to collect themselves before getting up to fix their clothes and hair. All the while they sent mischievous smirks at one another, disbelieving but kind of proud of what had just unfolded in their sacred office.

"Maybe I should wear skirts more often," Betty teased lightly as they made their way out of the room.

Jughead laughed pulling her in for a sweet kiss. "I certainly wouldn't complain."

The door swung shut behind them and suddenly their bubble was popped as the noisy halls reclaimed them. They worked out that they had missed the entire period and began heading in the direction of their friends lockers.

"Hey guys," Archie called out, jogging to catch up.

"Where were you in English?" their friends eyed them with concern as they reached his locker.

"Oh we just had some paper stuff to work on," Jughead replied, shrugging in an attempt to be casual. Archie nodded.

"Hard hitting expose to finish?"

"Oh it was definitely hard." Jughead's eyes widened as Betty answered in such an innocent tone he wondered if he would burst into hellfire flames right there. Yep Betty Cooper definitely had many different sides.