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Betty instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso as he stood, being cautious not to squeeze too tightly. He held one palm firmly in the middle of her back, his other hand scooping under her and gripping her butt making her gasp slightly. He walked her effortlessly through the kitchen and back through a small hallway, letting go of her back to slam his palm somewhat forcefully on a door, pushing it open, and pushing her against it in the process. He let go of her butt making her legs slide down his hips until she was standing, towering over her and pushing her further into the door with his weight. He looked down at her, his dark green eyes watching her hungrily, he bent his head down kissing her slowly and deliberately, reaching his hand up and holding her neck, forcing her head to tilt her head up, letting him deepen the kiss. He reached his other hand down grabbing hers and interlocking their fingers. He pulled away, stepping backwards and pulling her with him, his eyes never leaving hers in the dark room, she stepped after him blindly watching him completely mesmerized. He finally hit the bed, letting his knees bend as he sat on the mattress pulling her between his legs. She reached up the hand that wasn't still locked in his up and ran it through his messy black hair, his chin resting on her chest as he looked up at her. He grabbed the hem of her top, letting go of her hand and pulling the material over her head, tossing it to the ground. She stepped out of his grasp, slipping her feet out of her shoes and reaching behind her, pulling down the zipper of her skirt and letting it fall to the ground around her feet, stepping out of it. She could feel his eyes roaming all over her even in the darkness, she stepped forward again, his hands reaching out like magnets to her skin, gripping her waist. She gripped his forearms with her hands feeling how tensed his muscles were under his skin. He pulled her closer placing an opened mouth kiss on the top of her breast, as he snaked one hand around her back grabbing for the hooks on her bra, popping them off impossibly fast, the material pulled forward with nothing holding it anymore and she pulled her arms out of the straps letting it fall next to her skirt. She sucked in a nervous breath, knowing he had already seen all of her but it didn't stop the nervous butterflies that flew around in her stomach.
"You are fucking perfect," He whispered in a raspy voice, and for the first time the word didn't make her feel weighed down, instead it filled her with confidence, as she leaned into his touch. He wrapped his arms around her torso tightly pulling her to his side and lifting her onto the bed, he twisted crawling on top of her, kicking off his boot, that loudly thudded to the ground and following her as she pushed back until her head was on a pillow. He pushed his right hand into the mattress next to her head holding himself up over her, his hair falling slightly into his eyes. He kissed her, and she expected it to be slow, but instead it was far more hungry making her gasp into his mouth, his touch suddenly desperate as he slid his hand down her side, reaching her thigh and gripping it tightly, his fingers digging into her skin. He laid his full weight on her grabbing her hand again and pulling it above her head pushing it forcefully into the pillow, he dipped his head down again kissing her neck and making her moan softly, arching her back into him. She wrapped her arm around him, hugging him to her, he hissed out a breath, his teeth connecting with her skin. She realized quickly she was pressing on his bruised ribs, but he didn't pull away, instead he let out a groan, that if Betty wasn't mistaken was out of pleasure. She blinked into the darkness her eyes going wide, she inhaled a deep nervous breath before tightening her embrace again, he bit down on her neck making her gasp. He tensed in her arms, and let out a struggling breath. She kept her arm tightly around him, as he relaxed a little, letting his bite melt into a sloppy kiss. He pulled back finding her face in the darkness, their hands still pressed above her head, their bodies pressed tightly together. He slowly released his grip on her thigh, she could feel him moving his hand near her hip, he shifted to the side, using one hand to undo his jeans, and push them down his hips. He grabbed her hand from his back, guiding it down his stomach, she moaned with him as he used his hand to wrap hers around his bare length, she hadn't realized he had gotten his boxer off too. She moved her hand up and down his hard length, earning her another moan. He grabbed at her panties, pulling them down forcefully at first before seeming to slow down. He rested his head in her neck, sucking in a deep breath, his hand slightly shaking against her skin, as he slowly pulled them down her legs, his body rigid, his hand squeezing hers so tightly it was almost painful. He threw her panties to the side, groaning roughly when he finally felt her bare skin, his fingers finding her center and rubbing gently. She moaned softly pressing up into him, her heart pounding in her chest, her nerves starting to get in the way of letting herself enjoy his touch. He slipped his fingers into her still shaking slightly for some reason, and she sucked in a sharp breath. He pulled up meeting her eyes, she watched him, having adjusted to the darkness she could see the almost pained look on his face. Her hand had stilled but she still held him in her grasp. Her eyebrows knitted together in concern, and he stilled his fingers too
"Are you okay?" She whispered breathlessly, not recognizing her own voice.
"I'm… I'm trying to… stay gentle," He gritted out, swallowing audibly. Betty shifted so she was more underneath him, using her knee to push him further on top of of her, he sunk further into her legs, licking his lips, as she pulled up her other knee so his length was right at her center. She let go of him, leaving only his hand in way, lifting her hand up, she held his jaw.
"It's okay," she nodded "You can lose control," She stared up at him, fear and nerves coursing through her veins, as she braced herself, not knowing what she was really asking for but knowing she wanted to know what it felt like to be with him, all of him. Even the more dangerous side, the more rough side, the parts of him he desperately tried to hide from her. She wanted to know what he was like without his calculated guard.
"You don't want that," He growled, shaking his head the tips of his hair tickling her nose.
"I want you," She said softly. His green eye with the bruise showing oddly bright in the dark room. She bit down on her lip, "All of you," She moaned, as he started moving his fingers again. She felt the change in his body, the tension seemed to melt from his bones, whatever restraint he was struggling with vanished. He let out a predatory growl before pulling his fingers out of her and pushing his hips up. She gasped sharply as he entered her, wanting to cry out at first but she held it back. He moaned loudly, a satisfied sigh following it as he stilled, letting her adjust to him. He slipped his hand between her and the mattress holding her tightly against him. He let go of her hand above her head and tangled it into her hair, pulling his face up to kiss her roughly, as he started moving his hips again, he rolled them up into her, filling her. She moaned softly, her body feeling like it needed to move too, she curled up into him focusing on kissing him back. Her hands needing to grip something, she reached around him, clutching to his back. It wasn't as painful as she had imagined but it wasn't exactly comfortable either, he was bigger than she had realized, but as he moved into her more she relaxed a bit, she even got bearings enough to bite down on his lower lip, harder than she meant to, he hissed out, pulling his lips from her, before going back and kissing her with an alarming amount of pressure. He pulled his hand from her hair, gripping the side of her throat and pressing his thumb into her windpipe, making her gasp. His thrusts went from small movements to a much more desperate, making her pull her knee up connecting with his ribs.
"Fuck," He growled into her mouth, his hand quickly sliding from her back and forcefully shoving her knee more open and away from him, letting him sink further into her. He moaned, pushing himself into her harder, she cried out from the movement, and he froze, gulping loudly. "Fuck, I'm sorry," He said breathlessly, pulling his hand swiftly from her knee. His other hand moving up to her face gently, "I'm sorry," he searched her face, his eyes wide. His body completely still against her.
"It's okay," She smiled, but her voice cracked, shaking slightly from the emotion and pain.
"Betty…" He sighed, closing his eyes tightly "We can stop," He huffed out still catching his breath.
"No," She shook her head "Maybe just… not completely out of control," She sucked her lip into her mouth nervously, wishing she could have handled all of him better. "I'm sorry," She felt the sting of tear in her eyes but she couldn't explain why.
"Don't... I'm so fucking sorry," She could see his jaw tensing after he spoke.
"I don't want to stop," She tried gently. He leaned his forehead down pressing it against hers, his skin slick with sweat, and let out a shuddering breath, the hot air fanning over her face.
"How about we try something different," He sighed opening his eyes and looking at her affectionately "I really don't wanna stop either," He seemed to accidently move his hips, and his member seemed to pulse inside of her making them both moan. "Come here," He groaned rolling onto his back and pulling her with him, she straddled his lap, leaning over him, her blonde hair falling over his face in a curtain around them. He pulled her face down kissing her gently. She stayed still not exactly sure what to do so she just kissed him back waiting for him to do something. "Sit up, baby," He instructed, she obeyed pulling herself up to a sitting position still feeling him inside of he. She tightened her knees around his hips, moving her own hips slightly, oddly missing the feeling of him moving inside of her already. "Now you get to be in control," he smiled seductively. He reached his hands out to her hips, gripping them tightly and moving her against him. "Kind of…" He moaned trailing off as he pushed his hips up with her movements. He kept his right hand securely on her hip helping her move and rolling her back and forth in quick movements. She threw her head back moaning loudly, as he reached his left hand closer to her center, his fingertips still on her hips but his large hand covered enough to where his thumb could dip lower and was rubbing her clit in quick circles. He moaned pushing his head back into the pillow, his eyes closing tightly, she watched, completely enthralled with him. Her eyes roamed from his face to his toned arms, watching the muscles flex and release with his movement. She stared at the stark bruise, sucking in a sharp breath, as he pressed harder with his thumb, the heat was already spreading through her lower abs. The pain she had felt was now a distant memory, and she wondered if she had ever even felt it at all. He opened his eyes and looked up at her, watching her too, and she gasped, not knowing she could be this attracted to anyone. The pressure was building so fast, like a tightly wound rubber band that was dangerously close to snapping. He started moving his hips up more forcefully, but she could tell he was watching her reactions carefully, his cautiousness only making her more attracted to him.
"Fuck Betts," He moaned gritting his teeth, and barring them, he let go of her hip, sliding his hand up her back and pulling her down to him. He kissed her desperately, his thumb still rubbing her relentlessly, her legs tried to squeeze together but they couldn't with him between her.
"Mmmm, Jug," She tried to hold back, to tell him to slow down, but she was too late, she cried out, moaning into his lips, and she felt him smile against her, not letting up on his speed of pressure. He finally pulled his hand back, gripping her hip tightly and rolling her against him. He groaned loudly, trying to push her up but there wasn't much force behind it, Betty realized what he was trying to do. She pressed her weight down sitting up completely and moving her hips on her own now, his eyes shot open.
"Betty, I'm gonna…. Fuck," He moaned tensing up, his abs flexed as he pulled up off the mattress sitting up and wrapping his arm around her waist, his other arm grabbing the back of her neck as he buried his face in her collar bone. Betty kept her hips moving against him until he finally relaxed. "Holy shit," He sighed breathlessly falling back onto the mattress, his arms draped lazily at his sides. He reached up one hand pushing his hair back that was sticking slightly to his forehead. Betty sat still on top of him, not sure how to get off his lap, or if she was supposed to. "That was fucking dumb," He closed his eyes laughing tiredly, his smile not matching his words. She blinked down at him too shocked to even be upset, but that faded quickly as she glared at him, hurt welling in her gut as tears pricked at her eyes. He looked up at her his eyes going wide, "No Betts, not that, that was fucking great, but you gotta let me pull out," He explained. She let out a long exhale letting his words sink in.
"I'm on birth control," She shrugged, chewing on her lip, knowing it was still reckless, and having no idea if that made it okay for him.
"Well I guess that's another rule I'll break for you," He raised an eyebrow at her.
"What rule is that?" She asked, starting to get oddly uncomfortable that she was still naked and straddling his lap. She pulled off of him, groaning at the sudden loss of him being inside her. He seemed just as unhappy with the feeling, as he rolled slightly following her like a magnet. He reached blindly on the bed grabbing her panties and handing them to her, as she stood up from the bed. She grabbed them, pulling them on so she covered slightly.
"No glove, no love," He said pointing dramatically at her, before finding his boxers and sliding them up his legs lazily.
"You didn't seem too concerned about a condom when we started," She put her hand on her hip sassily, staring down at him on the bed.
"I was uniquely distracted," He smiled up at her. She was starting to catch on that he was a much happier Jughead after they did something like that, she decided she would keep that in her Jughead instruction manual for later. "Are you okay?" He asked growing more somber and leaning over to the nightstand and turning on the small lamp, creating an oddly orange glow in the room. He pushed himself up on his elbow looking her over carefully.
"I think I'm all in one piece," She nodded, patting her hands over herself pretending to make sure.
"Come here," He laughed reaching out his arm for her, pulling his hand open and closed like a child. She crawled back onto the bed, sitting on her knees and looking down at him. Her eyes roaming over his body as he bent up his leg, laying back on the pillow, his arm pulled comfortably behind his head. "What?" He asked, smirking at her. She just shook her head gently, letting her gaze jump from one tattoo to another, studying him.
"Why was I worth breaking your rules for?" She asked suddenly.
"I'm a weak and broken man Betty, and you are my drug," he smiled flirtatiously at her, watching her looking over him, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Stop it," He laughed, reaching his hand to grab hers.
"Stop what?" She asked innocently as he pulled her forcefully to him. She found her place at his side, rolling comfortably on her back, her head in the crook of his arm.
"Studying me like I'm a damn science project," He chuckled tiredly, his hand reaching up and running through her hair mindlessly. She felt his chest rise and fall with his breathing, his heart beat sounding in her ear as she shifted to the side curling up to him. She looked around the room now that she could see better, noticing the blue plaid comforter draped over the twin bed they were laying in that was pressed against the wall of the small room. Her eyes trailed up the wall that was littered in posters. The largest one was a mans face, a lightning bolt across his face, the word Bowie written in large letters above his head, she squinted slightly, reading Ziggy Stardust underneath it, with show dates for carnegie hall at the bottom. Next to it were several anime posters, one standing out to her that had a boy with black hair walking towards a red motorcycle, a noticeable blue and white pill on the back of his red leather jacket.
"This is your room?" She asked looking up at him.
"No, I just felt like fucking you in my Dad's bed," He shrugged. She lifted her head, her jaw falling open, as she tried to get up, suddenly feeling extremely uncomfortable. "Get back here," He grabbed her pulling her back down, "I'm joking, of course this is my room," He laughed at first melting into a yawn and closing his eyes.
"So I'm getting a glimpse into teenage Jughead's mind?" she smiled to herself finding him endlessly interesting. She let her head fall back staring up, "What in the world is on your ceiling?" she asked, looking at the large black spray painted image of a bowlers hat, one eye underneath it with long eyelashes on the top and bottom, staring down at them.
"Clockwork Orange," he answered as if it were obvious.
"Clockwork what?" She asked confused, looking up at him, his long black eyelashes laying flat right above his cheek bones. He opened one eye looking down at her.
"It's a novel from the sixties, probably one of my favorites, and equally my favorite movie," He explained, tightening his arm around her shoulder. She made a mental note to look up the movie when she got the chance, wanting to know more about his interests.
"So what is that one?" She asked pointing her finger. He followed her finger, raising his eyebrows in shock.
"David Bowie?" He looked to her shaking his head slightly disappointed.
"No I know who he is. My mom has this odd obsession with the Rolling Stones… and basically every British rock star at that time," she rolled her eyes.
"Good taste in music," He mused.
"No the one next to it," She motioned to the boy in the red jacket.
"Akira… It's an anime, it actually started my love for bikes, I remember watching it on repeat as a kid. I would watch my dad ride off with his crew thinking it was just like the movie… I wanted to be just like him," Jughead laughed humorlessly, rolling his eyes slightly. She watched him, feeling an oddly deep connection, knowing it was he most he had opened up about his father so far.
"So you like anime?" She asked lightly, "maybe we could watch it sometime," she offered, even though she had never really been into Japanese animation, but wanted to be included in who he was.
"I'd like that, and what can I say… I'm kind of a nerd," He laughed.
"You are not a nerd," she rolled her eyes at him, "you are literally one of the coolest people I've ever met," she looked up at him, leaning her head back. He gave her a look, and she started coming to a strange realization… he had no idea how cool everyone else thought he was.
"Hey nerds are cool, besides being cool is the least of my worries," he shrugged…or he just didn't care what anyone thought of him, which somehow only made him cooler. He leaned his head to the side kissing her forehead, his lips staying on her skin too long as his breathing evened out.
"Jug?" She pulled back waking him up "Do you wanna take me home? You are falling asleep," She reached up holding his cheek gently.
"Stay with me tonight," He mumbled closing his eyes again, she was about to protest, "Please, stay," he pulled open his eyes, staring down at her and silently begging. She knew she couldn't say no.
"I'm gonna start running out of friends houses to pretend to be at," She sighed, but smiled. She wiggled out of his arms, pulling herself to a sitting position, stretching her arms up over her head. She went to stand up, a sharp pain erupting low in her stomach making her double over, she sucked in a sharp breath, gasping.
"Hey," Jughead sat up impossibly fast, suddenly completely awake. "What's wrong?" He asked his voice full of concern as he pulled himself to the edge of the bed standing up and wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"I think it's…. I think I'm gonna be really sore," She groaned, her hand pressing flat right above her pelvic bone.
"Shit, I'm sorry," He looked at her sadly, guilt etched in his features.
"It's okay, we had to get through the first time right?" She smiled softly trying to ease his guilt.
"I should have been more careful," his eyebrow pulled together in anger, clearly directed at himself. "I've never actually taken anyone's virginity, I should have stayed in control Betts," He ran his hand through his hair, his other arm still draped over her shoulders as he searched her face.
"Really?" She looked up in surprise, getting distracted from the pain slightly "I just assumed you've done it all... a lot," She looked away, a shocking amount of jealousy coursing through her veins as she spoke. She huffed out a pouting breath at the mental image she put in her own brain.
"Let's not talk about that…" He trailed off reading her face too well "I will never not have a past, I can't change that but that doesn't mean we don't have a future," He gave her a meaningful look, pulling his lips into a weak smile, but his eyes were still filled with worry,
"Can I use your bathroom?" She asked suddenly her irrational jealousy and hurt not fading despite his sweet words. He sighed audibly, but nodded. He left the room for a minute, walking back in with his T-shirt he had left on the kitchen counter and handing it to her.
"It's the last door on the left," He answered her question softly, she just nodded, and stepped past him, needing a minute to clear her head. She hurried out of the room her bare feet padding on the floor as she pulled his shirt over her head. She walked quickly to her backpack still by the door and fished out her phone, checking that the time was only 9pm. She clutched her phone, making her way down the hallway, and closing the bathroom door behind her.
