A/N: So this picks up right where chapter 6 left off, and is pure, unadulterated (or would it be adulterated?) smut. I pretty much just wrote this out in one go, but wanted to get it done and posted tonight, so here it is!

"You have no idea how hard the past 2 hours and… 53 minutes have been," Jughead told Betty before pulling her into a kiss when she opened the door to her bedroom, one hand on the back of her neck, tangling in her hair (still in its ponytail) and the other going to the small of her back, pressing her towards him. He had gotten there a few minutes before, using the spare key to let himself in (she had told him where her parents hid it so he wouldn't have to use the window or wait outside where someone, namely Archie, could see him).

She giggled and looked up at him heavily as she pulled back for a breath, slowly lifting one hand to pull out her hair elastic and shaking out her blonde curls. "Well if I had known you wouldn't like it…" Betty knew she was inviting Jughead to interrupt her, to show her she was wrong.

"I never said anything remotely close to that," she laughed again and he kissed her harder, deeper, as if to prove just how much he liked the photo, the only thing he had been able to think about since receiving it, exactly 2 hours and 53 minutes prior.

Not planning to waste any more time, Betty pushed his hoodie off his shoulders then slid her hands down to his chest and nudged him back towards her bed. Jughead happily obliged, moving his hands to her hips. He sat down and scooted back when he hit the edge of her bed, while Betty climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and bringing her hands to the back of his neck, to play with the hair that always stuck out from the bottom of his beanie. She darted her tongue out to lick his bottom lip, and he happily opened his mouth, bringing his own tongue out to meet hers. The passion of their kiss kept increasing, Jughead groaning into her mouth and their tongues moving aggressively but in sync. Betty could feel Jughead's need for control but refused to relinquish it, knowing that they both loved the struggle more than either enjoyed actually being in charge.

Pulling her hips slightly up and closer in to Jughead's and earning a moan from him, Betty began to slowly drag her hands down his chest, lightly scratching through his t-shirt as she went, knowing the slow pace would infuriate him. When she reached the hem she played with the fabric only momentarily before breaking the kiss, panting, to lift it over his head and throw it away. He quickly pulled her back into him, revelling in the feeling of her mouth on his and she reciprocated, unable to get enough of the taste of him, tinged with cigarettes and cola. In Betty's mind this was the perfect combination that captured the enigma that was Jughead Jones — a combination of the rebellious, the damaged, the imperfect, the prematurely adult and the pure, the sweet, the undeniably goofy, the still-young. She continued to run her hands over his chest, his shoulders, his arms, up his back, wanting to feel all of him and scratching as she went, while his hands tightened on her hips, then one wound around to her lower back, pressing her towards him, and the other ran up and then back down her side, coming to an almost rest on her thigh and playing with the bottom of the cheerleading skirt she still had on from practice. Betty shivered and moaned into the kiss at the feeling of his soft caresses on her skin, contrasted with the urgency of the kiss, of his hand on her back pressing her as close to him as he could without subsuming her.

Soon she felt Jughead's hands glide up her back then pull down the zipper of her uniform top and pull it off her arms, the two of them leaning their heads together to avoid breaking the kiss for as long as possible before Betty had to, pulling her sports bra over her head. While she did that, Jughead continued trailing his hands down her back, unzipping her skirt and pushing it out of the way to firmly grip her ass. With his gaze still on her, Jughead thought that he had never been more glad for the unseasonably warm weather Riverdale had been experiencing, as it meant that there was no white turtleneck under Betty's top — just her soft, flawless skin. He drank in the sight of her hungrily and Betty flushed, not from embarrassment at this point, but from the feelings the intensity of his gaze stirred in her. She felt beautiful, and powerful, and like she could take what she wanted and he would willingly surrender it, knowing she would do the same for him.

Jughead's mouth immediately moved down her neck to her breasts, foregoing anything gentle to suck and bite one nipple, while his hand firmly kneaded her other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple there. Her head falling back in pleasure at the sensation, Betty revelled in the attention he was paying to her chest, moaning affirmations loudly, and began to grind her hips over his, feeling him hardening beneath her. The action elicited a groan from Jughead, and the vibration on her skin felt even better for Betty.

Losing whatever patience she had left, Betty reached one hand down behind her to rub him through his jeans, while she raised herself off him slightly so her other hand could access his belt, smoothly undoing it. She pushed Jughead forward onto his back and scooted up him slightly so she could push his pants and boxers down his legs, as he raised his hips off the bed to oblige her. His pants out of the way, Jughead flipped Betty over and pressed her against the bed, slightly beside her rather than above her, coming down to kiss her roughly, growling into her mouth, while his hands pushed her already-unzipped skirt and panties down her long legs. Jughead decided to tease Betty a bit now, as a form of revenge for his distracted afternoon (and awkward encounter with Archie) that he knew she would enjoy. He detached his mouth from her breast, after determining that he had paid each sufficient attention for the time being, and pressed open-mouthed kisses down her torso while she wound her fingers in his hair freely, his crown beanie having been lost somewhere along the line, Jughead having been too distracted to even register it. Hearing Betty's breathing pick up, right before Jughead reached her core, he licked up in a small line and pulled his mouth away, frustrating the blonde beneath him.

"Juggie…" she moaned, obviously upset at the loss.

Jughead laughed against her skin, his mouth now poised halfway up her thigh, and the feeling made her shiver.

"Uh-uh," he teased, grabbing her hips to prevent her bucking towards his mouth. "You made me wait three hours, you have to wait at least a little while longer."

He bagan kissing gently up her inner thighs, sometimes nipping gently, sometimes licking and sucking, while Betty squirmed underneath him.

"Yes, but," her words came slowly, between sighs and moans, "you're not counting… all the time… since I… ohhh… took the… ahhhh…. picture," she finished finally and moaned loudly, as Jughead inched slowly closer to the apex of her thighs, letting his breath drift across her wetness and arouse her impossibly more.

"Well then," he took a break to lick gently up her slit, barely touching her, but the feeling was almost too much for Betty, her hips trying to grind closer to his tongue. "I suppose," here he backed away again, kissing her left thigh, driving her mad and hearing her breath grow even more wild. She knew he couldn't keep teasing her for much longer, but "not much longer" still seemed like an eternity.

"I can be merciful," he finally said, smirking and releasing her hips from one hand, allowing her to buck shamelessly towards his mouth as he began hungrily licking and sucking her, tasting her like he was starving and she was the only thing that could satiate him, which was pretty close to being the truth at the moment. His free hand now came down to join his mouth, as he stroked up and down her core a couple times before plunging one finger, then a second almost immediately, into her hot centre, the combined motions of his hand and mouth causing Betty to moan loudly under him.

"Oh god, oh, yes Juggie" she moaned, and Jughead was absently glad that her window was closed, because he was certain anyone passing by the house would have heard her. Despite that practical concern though, he was also exceedingly proud that he was making her feel that good, so good she couldn't keep quiet.

His fingers continued their work inside her, stroking up towards her stomach in the motion he knew she loved, while his mouth attacked her with the same ferocity that had been present in their kiss. Jughead would have been worried that he was being almost too rough on her, but her continual noises of appreciation combined with her hands alternating between gripping the sheets next to her and gripping his hair, pulling him ever closer, assured him that she was turned on enough that extra pressure only felt good.

Jughead felt Betty's thighs begin to shake and tighten around his head and felt her core tense under the hand he still had splayed against her stomach. If that wasn't enough of a sign, Betty's panted "just like that, I'm close, don't stop Jug" informed him that she was about to come undone under him. He redoubled his efforts, moving his mouth faster against and pressing harder inside her with his fingers, and after a few seconds he felt her whole body tense repeatedly and began to taste her climax. He kept licking, sucking, and kissing her until she was through, then pulled his fingers out, licked up her opening once more and placed kisses up her torso, then over her collarbone, up her neck, and along her jaw as he crawled over her, bringing them back to eye-level and leaning down to meet her as her hands went around his neck and she pulled him into a deep kiss.

Not to be outdone, Betty quickly pushed Jughead over on to his back and ran one hand down his chest and his lean stomach, with the unexpected-but-definitely-there muscles that she loved so much. Rather than taking her time like he had done, Betty's hand continued straight and unflinching on its path until she stroked up his hard member once before gripping it firmly, running her thumb over the sensitive tip and causing Jughead to groan into her mouth, and pumping up and down with long, steady strokes. She considered payback for him making her wait so long, but she had run out of patience long before and continued to stroke him as his hips jerked up into her hand.

"Mmm, Bets…" he moaned against her mouth, making her smirk into the kiss. Just like Jughead, Betty revelled in having the ability to make him come undone. She adored that only she got to see this side of Jughead Jones, usually so stoic and well-spoken, now reduced to primal moans and unintentionally pressing himself further into his grasp. Betty broke their kiss briefly as she reached into her bedside table to the box of condoms she had begun keeping at the back and pulled one out. Giving Jughead one more lingering kiss, she slid down his body, coming to a stop with her face inches from his swollen length. Seeing his eyes darken even more, Betty stared Jughead down as she leaned forward, licked him from base to tip, and took him into her mouth, causing him to shudder and his eyes to fall closed as his head fell back. Swirling her tongue around him, Betty bobbed up and down, taking in more of him with each movement.

"God, Bets, please" Jughead was breathless and his words were practically groans now. Betty knew that, as much as she loved seeing him like that, if she continued for too long he would come undone, so she pulled away and tore open the foil package, sliding the condom down the length of his cock before moving back up his body, positioning him at her entrance, and sinking down onto him in one smooth motion, her eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of being filled by him. Rolling her hips and moaning, Betty began moving up and down, her breathing rapidly catching up to Jughead's as he thrusted up to meet her.

The sight of his beautiful girlfriend bouncing on top of him proved too much for Jughead, and he quickly pulled her down to him for a rough kiss, still thrusting into her, while one hand came up to grasp her breast. This earned a moan from Betty in response, before Jughead flipped her on her back and pounded farther into her as she arched her back and pressed her hips up and into him.

"God yes, Juggie, harder," she panted into his mouth. Just hearing her talk like that made Jughead groan into her mouth and gave him the energy to pick up his pace and his effort, his hips jerking forward harder than he thought possible.

Knowing that he was getting close, and making a bet with himself to get Betty there before he did, Jughead shifted his weight to one arm and brought his now free hand down between them, rubbing her clit vigorously and eliciting a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream from his girlfriend.

"Ahh, yes, oh god yes!" she kept yelling as he beckoned her closer to another climax. "I'm going to… again… ohhh," she yell-moaned as Jughead felt her tightening around his cock, and his own movements became more urgent, harder, and less timed. He felt her climax and thrust into her only a couple more times before the feeling of her around him and the sight of her under him caused him to follow her, groaning out her name into her neck as he came.

When they were both finished, panting heavily with their foreheads pressed together, Jughead pulled out of Betty and disposed of the condom before lying, exhausted, beside her as she turned to face him, running her hand gently along his chest.

"So," he began when he felt he could speak steadily again, "what are you going to tell Cheryl when she asks what you did for your workout?" Jughead knew Cheryl was particularly hard on Betty about working out and eating right despite Betty's history of running, and Jughead was convinced it was because the captain knew Betty wasn't as confident as her and she was, for lack of a better word, a bitch.

"The truth," Betty said, smiling innocently at him and causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I'm going to tell her I fucked the hottest guy in school until I was breathless and see what she has to say to that."

"You cannot possibly know how sexy you are right now," he responded, staring at her in awe. Despite what a cliché he knew it was, Jughead loved when Betty used improper language, it was like when Sandy tells Danny to "tell me about it, stud" and it just reminded him of all the other dirty things her mouth could do.

"I think you just gave me a pretty good idea," she said, pushing herself up onto an elbow and leaning in to kiss him, slow and sweet. Jughead wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in close. When they eventually broke the kiss she laid her head on his chest and they stayed like that for a while, chatting about school, the paper, whatever came up, neither of them in any rush to go anywhere.