Number one:
"Juggie Stop!" Betty squealed through her laughter as her boyfriend's hands crept up her sides, taking advantage of her ticklishness.
"Sorry Betts, this is my vengeance," he replied casually with an evil grin, his hands moving under the hem of her shirt mercilessly to make her squirm.
Betty thrashed as she continued to protest in vain through her laughter, too enthralled with his playful side to regret stealing his last fry.
The takeout container lay abandoned on her nightstand as he continued to make her laugh and kick on the bed.
After keeping up his assault for a while longer, Jughead finally relented, stilling his hands.
"Fine, you're forgiven," he sighed dramatically, leaning his weight on his forearms as not to crush her form that was now beneath him.
Betty's giggle died in her throat as she assessed their new positon. Their bodies pressed together, legs tangled, breaths mingling, his strong arms caging her in. She bit a lip, loving the sight of his wild hair-free from the beanie which must have fallen off during their tickle fight- his sharp jaw line and darkening blue eyes.
Jughead swallowed, his Adams apple bobbing with the movement. Unable to resist the stunning vision of her beneath him with messed up blonde tresses fanned out over the pillow, sparkling green eyes and flushed cheeks, he moved his lips down to meet hers in a firey kiss.
Betty wasted no time slipping her tongue between his lips and Jughead groaned as she skilfully entwined it with his. His hands stroked the skin on her rib cage tantalisingly, drawing out a breathy sigh from her.
The dark haired boy playfully nipped her lip, before moving his own across the expanse of her neck, lightly biting and drawing out a languid moan from her. Betty moved her head to allow him better access to her sensitive skin and tangled her fingers in his dark locks, pulling lightly when he left a hot opened mouth kiss over her pulse point.
"Jug," she groaned out as his hand slid higher, coming up to grasp her breast. And just as his hand was about to venture into her bra a door slammed down the hall.
The teen's eyes locked instantly, each set as comically wide as the other's. Jughead quickly rolled off of Betty as she bolted upright, pulling desperately at her clothing to right her appearance as footsteps neared the room. He frantically searched for his beanie, pulling it onto his head and hitting play on the movie they were supposed to be watching just in time.
Alice Cooper appeared in the doorway not a split second later.
"Betty, I just had a wonderful idea for our next article," she exclaimed, pausing to eye them with suspicion, making the pair squirm uncomfortably before continuing on with her brilliant idea.
Number two:
"Shit Betty!" Jughead swore as she dropped to her knees before him.
They were in his room in his new foster home; he leaning against his desk while she looked up at him through thick lashes with a devilish smirk no one would believe "girl next door" Betty Cooper was capable of omitting.
"shh," she whispered as she torturously slowly unzipped his jeans pulling them and his boxers just far enough down his hips for her to reach her goal.
Without even giving him another second to process what she was doing, Betty wrapped her dainty hand around the base of his erection in a firm grip and encased the rest of him in her mouth.
Jughead groaned from deep within his chest at the sensation of her warm mouth, his fingers grasping her ponytail, eyes rolling back at the sight of his beautiful girlfriend bobbing her head up and down over him.
"Fuck," he cursed again as her tongue ran along his length and then traced back up and over his head. God she was good at his, too good for him to maintain the level of self-control he should've been with his foster parents still in the house.
His hands gripped her hair harder as he tried his best not to thrust his hips forward and choke her. Betty moaned around him lightly as he tugged her blonde locks, the vibrations bringing him closer to the edge.
And then-
"Jughead," his foster mother's voice rang out through the halls.
Said boy's eyes widened in fear and apprehension at the sound, moving his hands to pull his girlfriend up now. Betty however, seemed unfazed. Instead of stopping her action, she merely looked up at him with a cheeky sparkle in her green eyes and doubled her efforts, moving her lips over him faster while her hand shared the work load.
Jughead choked back a groan as he heard footsteps begin to climb the stair case.
"Betty," he tried to warn, although the sound came out more desperate than threatening.
She paid no mind, merely sucking harder and faster and then he was coming, his teeth biting down hard on his lower lip to muffle any primal sounds threatening to fall from his mouth.
The footsteps got closer and Betty quickly climbed to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as Jughead hastily pulled up his boxers and jeans, looking at her with a dazed expression.
There was a knock on the door a moment later and his foster mum entered the room.
"Sorry to interrupt," she began totally unaware of what sorts of sinful things she almost did interrupt. "I just wanted to check if Betty was going to join us for dinner?" Lynda asked with a warm motherly smile.
Betty offered her a winning smile in return. Acting as though she hadn't been on her knees seconds ago.
"I'd love to," she affirmed politely and Jughead had to exercise all his will power not to roll his eyes at her easy transition back into the good girl everyone thought she was. Oh how sorely mistaken they all were. For Betty Cooper truly was a minx.
Number three:
They were seeking solace in FP's trailer again, using the small abandoned home as their haven having become a norm. The town was going to shit, the people were acting crazier than usual and the young couple just wanted a few hours to themselves, free of the burdens of the civil war.
And it was that idea that had led them to the trailer for the afternoon, which had somehow eventuated to Betty being hoisted up on the kitchen counter with Jughead kneeling between her thighs.
"Oh god," she moaned as his lips trailed up her inner thighs, while his long fingers continued to work in out of her heat.
Jughead smirked against her now purple splattered skin, loving the sounds she made. His mouth moved higher with a persistent tug of her hands through his dark tresses, ensuring he was right where she wanted him.
"Yes Juggie!" Betty cried out as his lips enclosed around her sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked firmly, while his fingers hooked, stroking that delicious place within her. Jughead groaned in response, the vibrations making her feel even better.
Her nails ran over his scalp as she regressed into a panting mess before him. Jughead revelled in her keening, his tongue lapping over her clit as her thighs began to quake and her inner muscles clenched.
And just as her head dropped back and mouth parted in a silent scream, Hot Dog began barking like mad, signalling the arrival of a guest. Jughead immediately vacated his position between her legs pulling her skirt down and wiping his mouth on his hand. He then pecked her lips and pulled dragged her to the couch, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv almost in exact synchronisation with the herd of serpents who waltzed through the door.
"Hey kid, hey kid's girl," one of the older members greeted, seemingly oblivious to what they had almost interrupted. Betty offered a weak smile, feeling dazed, sated and embarrassed all at once.
Number four:
"We have to meet the other's soon," Jughead protested weakly, as Betty trailed her lips over his jaw. They were in her living room, him pushed down on the couch, while she straddled his waist.
"We'll be quick," Betty whispered in his ear, her voice dripping with sexuality and her teeth playing with his sensitive lobe.
The dark haired boy wanted to argue further, but the feel of her hands trailing under his shirt and her crotch pressed so firmly against his own was severely hindering his will power.
Their mouths connected in a heated exchange all lingering hesitancies well extinguished by now. His tongue runs along the seam of her lips, tasting strawberries, and it's so intoxicatingly sweet. He wants more and repeats the actions swallowing her breathy sighs which taste just as sweet as her lips.
Betty's teeth tug at his bottom lip, teasing him and alighting his every nerve. Her blonde hair is falling around them like a curtain and when he pulls away and looks into her hooded eyes, he swears she is the truest most contradictory vision of an angel and a seductress all in one. Her own tongue darts out to lick her lips, eyes falling shut again as his taste lingers on them- nicotine and coffee.
His hands slips dangerously down her back, gripping her ass and dragging her hips over his now prominent bulge, making them both groan- him into the skin of her neck, her into the heavens above them.
His mouth trails over her delicate skin, teasing and abusing making her grind her hips down harder against him.
She's ready for him. He feels how ready she is even through the flimsy fabric of her panties and the rough denim of his jeans and the knowledge makes him jut his hips that much more forcefully into hers to show her that he's just as ready.
She moans as the denim creates delicious friction where she wants him most and rises up on shaking legs quickly to discard her underwear, while he hastily unzips his jeans and frees his now painfully hard erection from the confines of his boxers. His breathe catches as she looks him dead in the eye- a storm brewing in their gaze- and places her knees either side of his hips again.
Just the thought of what they're about to do, right here on the Cooper's couch makes him swell even more and thrust his hips towards her core. Betty smirks at him, bringing her hands to his shoulders as she lowers herself down onto him.
Their lips meet yet again in a familiar primal dance as her hips grind down, letting him fill her deeper. She breaks the connection of their mouths and tilts her head back as a sinful moan falls from her equally sinful mouth.
Jughead grunts in response to the sound, snapping his hips up to create friction that leaves them both panting wantonly.
"Fuck," he groans into her ear which only makes Betty throw herself down on him harder and faster. She loves it when he swears, a turn on she wasn't aware of until his lips spoke filth in her delicate ears in heated moments.
"Yes,"she hisses through her teeth as his hand comes between them to rub her neglected bundle of nerves.
And then her phone begins to vibrate harshly on the table next to them, "Veronica" appearing on the screen.
"Don't stop," Betty commands although it comes out broken and stuttered as his free hand brings her hips down hard, and perfectly synchronised with his sharp upward thrust. Jughead doesn't respond, merely continues on with his corruption of her body.
She's so close and she lets him known, Jughead breathing confirmation that he's almost there too.
He rubs her clit more harshly and stars begin to form behind her eyes and she's just about to-
"Betty! Jughead!" Veronica's voice echoes from the other side of the door. Heels click and she's never one to knock.
"Fuck!" She exclaims with exasperation and frustration as he stops thrusting, pulls out of her and painfully tries to tuck himself back into his pants.
Betty wants to scream, because it was so good and she was hanging right on that edge, seconds away from falling over it and now she doesn't even know when she'll get a chance to finish up.
She has just enough time to pull her skirt back down and move off his lap before the raven haired princess enters the Cooper residence to usher them across the road to Archie's but not enough time to pull her panties back on; they're pocketed in his jacket.
Number five:
In a disgruntled and wound up state they found themselves at Archie's. An obligatory movie night being the reason. With the craziness of their lives at the moment and all of them having something worthy of seeking escapism from, they had agreed on attempting teenage normalcy that Friday- well the other four had agreed and Jughead had more or less been informed.
The thought filled Betty with loathing now. She was well aware of the fact that if she hadn't made him attend they could easily be in her empty house or his empty trailer right now engaging in much more pleasurable activities. She wanted to seek escapism in a more explicit way and her nerves and hormones were still hyped up from their unfinished tryst earlier.
Her desire for him had reared demandingly as soon as he strolled through her front her door that afternoon, sporting ripped jeans, combat boots, and a dark jacket. That one curl hanging lazily over his eyes, which were so enticingly blue making her incapable of resisting the persistent pull she felt toward him. It had been a few days since they'd been able to see each other and being in his vicinity just reinforced how much she had missed him- all of him.
"Okay The Breakfast Club or Dirty Dancing?" Veronica asked in her authoritive Lodge tone.
Betty who was perched on Jughead's lap in the armchair couldn't help but narrow her eyes at her friend-still irritated from the interruption earlier- who was appraising the DVD covers. Catching herself and altering her expression just in time as Veronica looked at her expectantly.
The blonde shrugged, "I don't care just pick one."
Veronica's brows furrowed, and Betty almost felt bad for directing such an exasperated tone at her friend.
"Wow, someone's in a mood," Veronica, quipped before turning her attention back to the decision at hand.
Almost.
Betty's eyes narrowed again and she turned her head to look at her boyfriend, who had his head tiled back against the chair's cushion. His jaw was set in a hard line, and his eyes were an impossibly dark shade of Indigo when they met hers. Jughead shook his head, as they silently communicated their frustration toward the New Yorker.
After Kevin finally convinced Veronica that The Breakfast Club was the way to go that evening, Betty sighed getting ready to immerse herself in the film and hopefully enabling her to be distracted from the ache between her thighs; a task that was proving hard with Jughead's firm planes of a body so close to her, although the torture was better than the alternative of sitting apart from each other.
Just before hitting play, Veronica turned to the cosied up pair, settling her own body between Archie and Kevin on the couch.
"No making out under the guise of film and darkness please," she teased.
"I don't think you have to worry about them Ronnie," Archie appeased, shooting his friends a good humoured smile, to which Jughead merely rolled his eyes at huffing out an exasperated sigh.
Betty on the other hand couldn't even dignify the comment with a response, her mind instantly retreating to the compromising position her and Jughead had been in earlier. She closed her eyes as the movie began , willing the heat in her body to calm. It proved a useless venture though as her too sensitive nerves were running rampant again, as she couldn't help but recall the feeling of his mouth on her skin and him inside of her.
She bit her lip hard to prevent the groan bubbling in her chest from spilling out and again turned her gaze to Jughead. His body was rigid, tense in his own state of supressed arousal. Her tongue darted out to lick over said lips, because his perfectly symmetrical face was so close to her own and god, he was attractive; her raging hormones made her well aware of that fact as new tingles flittered down her spine.
Fuck it, Betty though, eyes glancing around the room before positioning herself more firmly in his lap- her ass over his groin, one arm curled around his neck, fingers gripping his hair beneath his beanie, while the other fiddled with the hem of his shirt.
Jughead's eyes immediately shifted to her own, eyebrows raising not in question but in warning. Betty met his stare evenly, refusing to back down. Her lips moved close to his ear, where she proceeded to deliver verbal sin just shy of a whisper.
"You know, I still don't have any panties on."
His breath hitched, his body tensing impossibly further as she attempted assassination with her words. His hands, which had been languidly drawing patterns on her hips, tightened their grip harshly. His member twitched in his pants and she didn't miss it. He knew she wasn't wearing underwear- said scrap of lace was currently tucked firmly away in his jacket pocket, a fact he was trying really , really hard to ignore since they arrived at Archie's.
"Betty," he whispered in warning, already feeling his restraint crumble under his tsunami of testosterone and the wicked gleam in her eyes.
Betty held his gaze steady, subtly shifting in his lap again so that her ass grazed across the bulge beginning to form in his jeans all over again.
His lust infused stare, swirling with danger, and the naughtiness of it all exciting her already hypersensitive body and making her brave.
His chest heaved in heady exhale, his hips rocking up on their own accord.
The air around them was coated in sexual tension, thick and heady and Betty wondered briefly if the others were suffocating in the passionate smoke they had created in the room.
"Don't start something you can't finish… again," he growled low and warningly in her ear. Her own breath hitched now at the rough tone of his voice. That accompanied by the reminder of her stolen orgasm making her thighs clench in memory and causing wetness to trickle down them.
Jughead bit his lip restraining a groan as he felt her arousal on the front of his jeans.
"I need to finish," she breathed, her eyes quickly darting around to make sure the others were still absorbed in the film. He swallowed thickly at her words, waiting with anticipation for the next sentence she uttered.
"I need you to fuck me right now."
His breathe stuttered, and his eyes closed briefly. When they opened Betty was taken aback by the raw desire she saw then, burning, and passionate, promising and dangerous.
His strong hands lifted her to her feet, and he stood quickly after. Archie's eyes drifted to them as he sensed their movements from his close proximity on the end of the couch. The red head raised a questioning brow at his longest friends.
"Snacks," Betty mumbled quietly not quite meeting his eyes, worried her blown pupils would give them away if her flushed cheeks and sweaty skin didn't.
Jughead strategically positioned himself behind her. His fingers flexing on her hips, making her bite her lip.
They hastily made their way to the kitchen, too caught up in their desire for one another to realise the impracticality of the location. It was closest and they were desperate.
As soon as they made it through the door way she was pushed up against the counter, his hands gripping the edge of the marble in a deathly tight hold, caging her in. Their lips crashed together almost violently, mouths hot and yearning, tongues ravishing and teeth clashing.
Betty whimpered against his lips and wasted no time unzipping his jeans and pulling his hard, pulsing member free from his boxers. He groaned in her mouth, and she greedily swallowed the sound.
His own hand strayed down below her skirt, any semblance of teasing discarded as it instantly went to the apex of her thighs, fingers running through her soaked folds before circling her clit. She bit his shoulder hard to keep from crying out, tears of pent up frustration gathering in her eyes because finally.
Her hips desperately bucked up to follow his hand as he removed his fingers, and his eyes flashed with all-consuming desire for her.
Moving his hands back to her hips, Jughead spun Betty around and bent her over the counter, revelling in her gasp of surprise. He stepped up behind her, grazing his erecting over her soaked core, as she whimpered wantonly.
"You still want me to fuck you?" he asked quietly, making her shiver.
"Yes," and with that he entered her. She almost came at the feel of him inside her alone.
His thrusts were hard, their pace furious. Her hips were rocking back to meet his as her knuckles turned white where they gripped the counter in a feeble attempt to stay on her feet.
His lips trailed sloppily over the back of her neck occasionally muffling a groan their.
Her own breath was coming out in pants, her desire making even moans too difficult to conjure.
Her head fell forward against the counter with a particularly well angled thrust of his hips and she found enough coherence to mutter, "Shit Juggie, right there!"
He complied hitting the spot over and over again.
One hand released the bruising grip of her waist, finding home between them to toy with her swollen clit.
And just as he did, three things happened.
She found release, with a breathy "Fuck Jug!"
Her clenching walls drew him over the edge with her; and
Archie walked into the kitchen.
The red head's mouth dropped open in utter shock. His feet froze to the spot as he took in the scene before him with wide eyes; Betty bent over the counter, Jughead behind her. And if the way her skirt was hiked up and his belt dangling around his legs wasn't enough of an indication of what they were up to, the expletive slipping from Betty's lips and the teeth sunk into her shoulder made it pretty clear.
"OH MY GOD!" Archie exclaimed in horror finally coming out of his paralysed state, his face instantly heating in what he couldn't decide was embarrassment or rage.
Betty and Jughead looked at each other, their exhausted bodies quickly going rigid, eyes wide and panicked.
"Did you guys? In here? How could you… I didn't even know you were- I didn't even want to… what the fuck!" Archie ranted, pacing confused and pissed and stunned.
Jughead groaned hiding his face in her hair while Betty banged her head on the counter in embarrassment.
The sudden change in the angel of her body made her eyes go wide again. Jughead was still buried within her and with Archie bumbling and cursing around the room she didn't quite know how they could discretely untangle themselves.