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Chapter 9: Another amazing night

Jugheads hands gripped the hem of her crop top and pulling it over her head. Their lips only parting long enough to pull it off before crashing back together. Their bodies were pressed against each other and Betty could feel him hardening.
Jug's hands trailed down to grab her ass, squeezing it before running further down, gripping her thighs and lifting her up.
Betty wrapped her legs around his waist and started to trail kisses down his neck. Biting down on a sensitive spot and making him moan.
Jughead held her up and walking into his bedroom. As his knees hit the bed, he grabbed her waist "Let go." He told her huskily.
Betty unhooked her legs and laid her hands on his shoulders, looking at him through her lashes. He wasn't sure if she had any idea how beautiful and sexy, she just looked. He just smirked before he threw her on the bed without a warning. Betty let out a surprised squeak as she landed on her back. She hoisted herself on her elbows and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. At the same time as Jughead took off his shirt. She slid down her bra as he knelt onto his bed, spreading her legs and leaning forward to kiss her again.
Betty's hands cupped his face as she pulled him closer and on top of herself. He pressed her down on the mattress, but she couldn't care less. She loved feeling the weight of him pinning her down. A gasp fled her throat as he grabbed her wrists, pinning them down on either side of her shoulders before assaulting her neck with his mouth. Kissing and nibbling his way down, over her shoulder and collarbone towards her breasts.
"Ohh fuck…" she breathed out as Jugheads mouth closed over one of her nipples, flicking his tongue around it.
He smirked against her skin before letting go of one hand to caress her other breast. Betty's head pressed back on the bed, her free arm coming forward and doing fast work with his button and zip.
Jughead trailed kisses back towards her face. Leaving bites on his way. She would have quite a few bruised the next day. In addition to them from last night.
Betty wrapped her legs around his waist, before using her feet to slide down his pants. Freeing his erection and his body completely from clothes. He helped her before tossing his pants to the ground. Her hand wrapped around his shaft which caused him to let out a groan before she started stroking him with a gentle but firm grasp.
Jug rolled a bit to the side to free her from her pants. His fingers fast finding her soaking wet entrance and he slipped two fingers inside her, earning him a moan.
With his fingers still inside her, his thumb found her clit and started to circle around it, teasing her.
"Fuck… Juggie!" she breathed out between her moans. He worked her up until she was a moaning mess beneath him, high from her ecstasy, her walls contraction around his fingers. He moaned at the feeling, almost jealous of his fingers and in a desperate need to be inside her. To feel her tight warm core.
He reached out to his nightstand, getting a condom and slipping it over his hardness. Now Betty was the one assaulting his neck.
Bringing his lips back to hers he aligned himself with her entrance. But continued to tease her for a moment longer. Throbbing his length against her.
Betty moaned in frustration. "Please Juggie." She breathed out. She wanted and needed him inside her.
He just smirked at her, continuing to tease her. Even though it was pretty hard for himself as well. He ached to be inside her.
Seeing his smirk but also the hunger in his eyes Betty made a quick process. Wrapping her legs around his waist and plunging him forcefully deep inside her.
"Fuck Betts." He moaned out at the same time as she exhaled "Holy shit."
He started thrusting her, deep but slow for now. Betty's moans were getting louder, and he returned his fingers to her bundle of nerves. Determined to give her as many orgasms as he could. It didn't take long for her to reach her next peak. He watched her come undone under him. A beautiful sweaty mess of a woman. But they weren't finished yet. And from what he knew about her, she was all about adventures.
He pulled back sitting on his knees, smirking down at her. Betty looked up at him, waiting for what he was going to do. As much as she liked to be in charge sometimes, she also liked it when he took the lead just like he did now. She squeaked in surprise as he grabbed her hips and threw her on her stomach. His hands staying on her hips as he pulled her back on her knees too. Pulling her on his lap, so she was sitting on top of him, her back pressed against his chest.
He guided her down on him again and Betty let out a gasp at the new, deeper angel he was impaling her now. Her legs spread further, connecting with the mattress beside his legs. He hadn't known she was that flexible. She began grinding down again, meeting his thrusts.
His hands moving over her front, cupping her breast again. Her head fell back on his shoulder. Her breath coming out fast.
He was close to his release. Trying hard to relax the muscles in his stomach, not wanting this to end. It felt too good. Getting her there again, this time together with him. His fingers found her clit again, thumbing her fast While plunging deep inside her.
"Ohh fuck." She cried out as they came together. Her legs shuddering around him and her torso falling forwards, not able to hold itself up anymore. She caught herself on her hands, trying to catch her breath.
He smirked while trying to calm his breath too. They collapsed on the bed side by side after he slid out of her.
"That…" Betty tried to speak between heavy breaths, "that was …"
"…amazing." He finished for her, smiling at her. Exhausted.
Betty nodded, smiling back.

"How about a shower?" he asked after a while. They both were sweaty.
"Yeah…" Betty nodded and got off the bed. Walking towards the bathroom, swaying her hips and bringing her hands up in her hair, holding them up before looking over her shoulder back at him "Are you coming?" she asked him seductively.
He swore at that moment she looked just like one of the tattoo models in those magazines. Alluring and beautiful. Truth be told she could be one of those models, with those tattoos, a body like that and her beautiful face. Though he had to admit he didn't want anybody else to see her like that.
He growled as he got up and followed her. Getting two towels on the way. Betty stood already under the shower when he came into the bathroom.
He joined her, wrapping his arms around her. She turned in his arms to look at him. Her fingertips trailing softly over his chest.
They took turns in lathering each other in body wash. Enjoying each other's hands all over their bodies.
Betty stepped under the water stream to rinse her hair from the shampoo. Closing her eyes, laying her head back, arching her back while stroking through her hair but also moving her hands down her body seductively. She knew Jughead was watching her and decided to put on a little show for him. Enjoying his eyes on her and seeing the hunger in his eyes. Under his gaze, she felt wanted and beautiful and sexy.
His eyes widened, and he got hard again. That girl was a sex goddess no doubt. He wondered if she knew how alluring she was. Her smirk told him she knew exactly what she was doing. And she was doing it on purpose.
He managed to get a condom out of the bathroom drawer before pushing her hard against the shower wall, kissing her hungrily. She kissed him back with the same hunger. Pulling him closer.
He hoisted her up on his hips, wrapping her legs around him. She hooked her ankles behind his back as he plunged into her. Not able to resist. She gasped at the force of him. Her gasp turning into moaning as he continued to thrust her. Deep and fast.
"Harder." He could hear her say between her moans. Her fingernails digging in his back, breaking skin. He quickened his pace and thrust her even harder. Her moans getting louder and her fingernails scratching over his back in pleasurable pain.
They came at the same time again. Jughead pressing Betty still against the wall until they caught their breaths again and he was sure she was safe to stand on her legs. Then he let her down. Both quickly got under the water stream again before getting out of the shower.

They were laying in his bed, facing each other. Betty's face buried between his shoulder and neck. Jughead was smiling, his fingers tracing the tattoos on her ribcage again. She wore one of his shirts. His fingers trailing down over her hip and over the flowers that were adorning her thigh.
He felt the scars again.
A lot of tiny straight lines. Self-inflicted. He was sure about that. Nothing else left scars like those. His fingertips moved over some bigger ones making her shiver. But not in a good way.
Her arm shoot forwards and she grabbed his wrist, stopping his motions. Pulling his hand away from her thigh, placing it again on her waist. This time over the shirt.
Jughead left it there. Stroking through her hair with his other hand. He wanted to say something but didn't know what. And he knew he had no right to. If she wanted to talk about it, she would.

Gosh, he wanted to know all about that beautiful girl that was laying in his arms. More than he ever wanted to get to know anyone. He wanted to know every part of her, the light and the dark. And he wanted to tell her the same about him. That was the part that scared him even more. He never had been the type to open up to someone.
His best friends knew a lot about him, sure. But that was because they were with him since childhood. They had lived through all that shit with him. Experienced some of the same shit. That was one of the things that glued them together.
Toni had been right earlier the evening, he was already in to deep. He barely knew Betty but knew he was falling for her. Little did he know she was feeling exactly the same thing.


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I'm back... well sort of, no idea how long and everything but here's another chapter. I hope you like it!