*Insert smut warning here* Enjoy :)

Jughead wakes up, immediately reaching out for Betty beside him. Sitting up in a panic when he finds the sheets cold beside him, he scans the room before remembering she needed to get home last night. He can't help but wonder if she didn't want to stay because of her mother or if it was really that she had decided he is too complicated and just didn't want to hurt his feelings. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he scoots back against the headboard, the blankets bunched up over his naked lower half when he notices the tiny red blinking light of his phone out of the corner of his eye. With a lazy ruffle of his bed head, he retrieves it from the windowsill.

Betts: Good morning handsome. I wish I could have stayed, but mom would have had both our heads. I'll text you when I get up. I want to see you asap :)

Jughead grins at his phone as relief washes over him. She still wants to see him and he chuckles at himself for having been so worried. His stomach grumbles loudly and only now does he realize he hadn't eaten anything yesterday aside from the two beers he'd drunk that evening. With a stupid smirk plastered on his face, he makes his way downstairs for breakfast.

"Holy shit. Are you smiling," Archie questions through a mouthful of cereal at the kitchen table, milk dribbling down his chin.

"Whats it to you," Jughead scoffs as he pulls a bowl from its cupboard.

Archie shrugs, "Just dont see you smile much unless your with- Awe man, is Betty here," he wonders as he hurries to wipe the milk from his chin and finger combs his messy morning hair.

Jughead huffs a laugh as he pours his own cereal and takes a seat at the table.

"She's not here," he chuckles, "she was last night though," he adds with a suggestive raise of his brows. There's something so satisfying about watching Archie deflate. Maybe it makes him an asshole, but it really gets on his nerves that the red head can be so carelessly obvious about the crush he has on Betty. The two eat in silence while Archie stews about Betty sleeping with Jughead. Jughead, of course knows that's not exactly what happened, but he's not about to soothe Archie's jealousy.

After breakfast, Jughead gets himself dressed and waits for Betty's text. He watches her window from his own, hoping to catch her getting out of bed. It's been hours and there's still no sign of her. He digs out his laptop and tries to distract himself with a little writing, but he can't even begin to put words on the page. Impatience gets the best of him and he makes the decision to do something he hopes Betty won't be too upset about.

"Betts," Jughead whispers into her ear, "Betty, wake up princess," he whispers again as he gently shakes her shoulder.

"Jug," she questions sleepily, her eyelids fighting to open as sleep draws her back in. Jughead chuckles silently as she groans in defiance and rolls over to lay face down on her pillow.

"Betts wake up," he tries again as he sits down beside her. Her arm lifts from the bed and drops lazily into his lap before she curls herself around his lower half.

"I don't wanna," she mumbles into her pillow.

"Please. I miss you," he pleads softly, still grinning at her sleepiness. Betty slips her hand beneath the hem of his shirt and he jumps at the tickle of her fingertips on the skin of his lower abdomen.

"You're warm," she tells him as she rolls over to face him, "snuggle me."

Without hesitation, Jughead lays down and allows her to entangle their limbs. A satisfied grin graces her lips once she's settled and he can't help but smirk at her.

"Jughead," she questions, shooting straight up in bed, her brows pulling together in utter confusion, "how did you get in here?"

"Uh," he chuckles nervously as he rubs the back of his neck, "ladder."

"A ladder? Like, you-" she stumbles from the bed and marches over to the window, "Jughead Jones! You seriously climbed a ladder and snuck in my bedroom window in broad daylight," she whisper yells, throwing her hands up in sheer disbelief as she trudges back towards the bed.

"I'm sorry. I-" he's cut off by her soft laughter, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. With a huge grin, she leans down to him on the bed and kisses his lips.

"Juggy, you're adorable," she giggles.

"I just broke into your house," he chuckles, "Shouldn't that make me a creep or something?"

"Obviously, but you're my creep," she teases before sitting over his lap, her knees at either side of his hips. His hands settle on her waist as she crosses her wrists behind his neck and looks him in the eyes, "Next time maybe at least wait until it's dark outside before you decide to scale the house."

"Betts, it was urgent. I could wait any longer," he whines with a touch of drama.

"Oh, my poor Juggy," she teases, pouting her lower lip.

"Hey. Don't make fun of me. Maybe if you hadn't slept until noon I wouldn't have had to take such drastic measures," he retorts with a smirk.

"Well maybe if someone hadn't given me such an exhausting orgasm last night, I would have woken up sooner," she challenges, feigning dissatisfaction.

"Hey, you're the one that came to see me," he reminds her and Betty rolls her eyes.

"Fine, you win," she laughs lightly, "Now out." She points a stern finger at her window.

"What? Betty," he complains "I just got here."

"And now you're leaving so I can get dressed. If my mother finds you in here, you will never step foot in this house again so long as she's breathing," she tells him as she crosses her arms over her chest to display her seriousness with the matter.

"But-"

"Juggy," she says softly as she cups his cheeks, "I will come right over when I'm finished. I promise."

Jughead nods, his features near pitiful before Betty drops her lips to his. She kisses him tenderly, conveying her promise that he will see her today, then stands from his lap.

Betty shakes her head, grinning as she watches him climb down the ladder. Once he's on the ground, he looks up at her and pouts. Betty can't help but giggle and blows him a kiss before closing her window.

Jughead feels like it's been ages since he left Betty's. In reality it's been around fifteen minutes, but it's been the longest fifteen minutes he's ever experienced in his life. Of course, checking the clock every thirty seconds doesn't help matters any. Lying on his bed, he closes his eyes and tries to relax.

"Tired Juggy?"

Jughead's eyes snap open and he bolts up from the bed in excitement. He meets her in the doorway and picks her up off the floor, wrapping her in a tight bear hug. Betty giggles as he closes the door with his foot and nearly tackles her onto the bed, peppering kisses all over her face and neck.

"Jug, stop it," she laughs, trying to block the tickling of his lips as she squirms on the bed, "You're worse than a dog."

"A dog huh," he repeats then licks her face with a flattened wet tongue.

"Ew," she squeals, "Jughead Jones, down boy," she commands through laughter. Jughead laughs as he rolls onto his back, tugging her on top of him as he goes. Propping himself up on one elbow, he pulls her in with his free hand and kisses her tenderly.

"I missed you," he mutters softly as their foreheads come to rest together.

"I gathered that," she teases, "I missed you too." Their lips lock and Jughead lays back against his pillows. As their tongues explore each other's pallets, Betty rocks her hips against him, urging the stiffness that's growing quickly in his jeans. His hips buck against her of their own accord, his fingers snaking into her hair as he moans against her lips. All day he's been thinking about how incredible it felt to have her bare heat against his and imagining what it will feel like to be inside her. The thought alone has him groaning beneath her. Betty gives a slow drag of her clothed middle over the bulge in his jeans then pulls away from his lips and stands abruptly from the bed. Jughead whines at the loss of contact and watches in confusion as she smoothes her hair back into place.

"So, what do you want to do today," she asks casually with her most innocent smile. Jughead is absolutely reeling and all he wants is the weight of her hips back on his. He glares momentarily, unamused with whatever game she thinks she's playing then grabs her by her shirt. As he stands from the bed, he tugs her flush against him and scolds her with his stare.

"Well Betts," he starts, "First, you're gonna fix this," he smirks as he curls her hand over the stiffness in his jeans.

"Oh, am I," she challenges, rubbing her palm against him. Jughead groans and with the weight of his hand on her shoulder, pushes her to her knees. He impatiently pulls his jeans open and shoves them down his thighs, baring his hardened cock to her.

"Is that for me juggy," she purrs, pulling her swollen bottom lip between her teeth.

"I want those pretty lips on my cock. Please baby," he whines, his hips pushing forward in search of friction. Betty presses her lips to his swollen tip and his abdomen quivers in anticipation before letting a strained whimper when her lips leave his skin longing for more.
"Betts, please. Just suck my fucking dick," he grits through his teeth as he grabs the back of her head. His cock nudges against her sealed lips as he pulls her forward and a low growl reverberates in his chest. "You think you're so funny don't you," he smirks as Betty's smile threatens to part her lips.

With a nod, she slowly opens her mouth for him and Jughead takes his time, watching every inch of his length disappear past her pink lips. Only when he pushes as far as her throat will allow does she close her lips around his base.

"Fuck," he chokes out, drawing his hips back as her tongue wiggles beneath his shaft. With a firm grip on her hair, he thrusts forward and fucks her face at a relentless pace. Betty's fingers tickle at his balls as he sinks himself over and over again. He can feel his climax building and just when he thinks he's done for, Betty pulls away, leaving his cock to throb with the loss of her warm mouth. Jughead groans in frustration and tries to pull her back but she resists.

"Whats the matter juggy? Did you want to cum for me," she teases, knowing full well he's about to blow.

"Fuck Betty. Suck it or I'm gonna do it myself," he threatens as he fists his aching cock.

"Mmm, make yourself cum Jug. I want to watch," she purrs, looking up at him with hooded lids from her place at his feet. Without question, he strokes himself furiously, grunting and moaning as he nears his finish. His knees quiver as his orgasm washes over him in waves. Betty opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue to collect every drop as he cums hard on her face.

"Oh shit, sorry, sorry," he chuckles nervously as he takes in the mess he's made. Betty pulls off her shirt and wipes her face before grinning up at him wildly.

"That was fun," she giggles.

Jughead is shocked by her reaction and can't help but return her grin. Dropping to his knees, he pulls her in to attack her lips, not giving one fuck that he can taste himself.

"You're amazing," he chuckles against her lips.

After righting themselves, Betty steals yet another one of Jughead's t-shirts and tosses hers into his hamper.

"So for real this time, what do you want to do," Betty wonders as she drops down onto the bed next to Jughead, who's currently fighting to stay awake.

"Can we just do nothing," he mumbles as he tugs his beanie down over his eyes.

"Nothing sounds good," she grins, then lays down beside him, pulling his head onto her chest. They lay together, listening to the sounds of one another's beating hearts and shallow breaths. Betty tosses aside his beanie to stroke her fingers through his hair and Jughead nuzzles deeper into her breast.

Since their initial night together, Betty has noticed that Jughead prefers to be held rather than to hold her and she wouldn't have it any other way. The fact that she is the only person he can let down his walls with satisfies her to no end, but it also saddens her. What it reveals about his life makes her angry and hurt for him. Something as natural as human touch is something he craves deeply and yet he shies away from it at every turn, except with her. She can't help but wonder if he has always been this way or if it developed over time. Was he even held and cared for as an infant, or did he simply lose faith in those that were meant to love him?

"Jug," Betty whispers, her voice gravely from not having spoken for a while.

"Hmm," he replies through his sleepy haze.

"What was your mother like," she wonders nervously.

"Hmm? My mom," he questions, his brows pulling together in confusion, though he makes no attempt to open his eyes. With a heavy sigh he rubs his eyes with his fists and rolls over to look at her, "uh, not great," he shrugs.

Betty stares expectantly at his obvious, "I dont want to talk about this" stance and waits for him to go on.

"Come on Juggy," she pleads, "I just want to know you better. Please, you know I'd never say anything to anyone." She rolls over onto her stomach, resting her chin on his chest and bats her lashes.

Jughead smirks lazily down at her, "It's not that, I just don't like talking about her. She sucks."

"But why," Betty questions, motioning with her hand for him to go on.

"I thought we were doing nothing," he complains, "this is a very big something Betts."

Betty sighs and sits back on her heels, her shoulders deflating with defeat, "fine, we don't have to talk about it."

"Awe come on, don't make me feel guilty about this," he whines, "There's a lot of things I don't know how to talk about, and Gladys is one of them. She ruined my whole world, from the moment I was born to the day she left and ripped my sister out of my life for good. I don't even know what she looks like anymore."

Betty watches anger and sadness wash over him in waves and she feels terrible for prying, but she's gotten him this far.

"Your sister you mean? How old was she then," she questions as she drops a gentle hand to his knee.

"Three," he tells her quietly before realization hits him like a ton of bricks, "Oh you're good," he laughs, giving her a playful glare.

"What? I didn't do a thing," she shrugs, trying not to smirk.

"How do you always get what you want from me," he wonders, tackling her onto her back.

"It's a gift," she jokes. The two standoff in a playful stare down before Betty breaks it with a peck to his lips.

"Hey, that's cheating," he argues, his grin stretching further.

"Oh," she laughs, "I wasn't aware we were playing a game, but you know," she pauses to tug her bottom lip between her teeth, "you are fun to play with."

Jughead nearly chokes on his spit when her hand slips into his waistband to cup the entirety of his naked groin, "Jesus Betts. You trying to kill me," he laughs.

"Jug, I want to have sex," she says bluntly and Jughead's eyes go wide with panic as his cock stiffens under her touch.

"Uh, I, Betts I-"

"It doesn't have to be right now," she giggles, "I just want you to know that I want to. Whenever you're ready, I'm ready, ok?"

Jughead nods, "ok," he swallows hard, "I, I want to. I just, it's gonna be awful for you."

"Not even possible," she tells him, shutting down his negative thought process before it can get too far.

"Oh? And how are you so sure," he challenges, smirking with amusement of her certainty.

"Because just thinking about this inside me," she gives him a firm squeeze, drawing a groan from his lips, "has me so wet Jug."

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath. Betty slips her hand from his pants to pull him by his jaw into a kiss. As their lips caress and their tongues fight for dominance, Betty's hands make their way back down his body to unbutton his jeans. She pulls him free and strokes him as their mouths continue to move as one. Jughead whines when she releases him to pull off his shirt, then grunts with the return of her grip.

"Juggy, touch me," she purrs, her hips wiggling beneath him. Jughead sits back on his heels and clumsily pulls off her leggings. Betty giggles when they get caught on her foot and can't help but grin at the mild blush on his cheeks.

"Those things are not guy friendly," he chuckles before resettling over her. He quickly takes her lips again and slips his hand beneath her shirt to grab a handful of her left breast. He's pleasantly surprised to find that just the slightest pinch of her nipple draws a moan his mind will surely play on repeat for all of time.
Bucking her hips upward, Betty rubs herself against his hardened shaft. Only the dampened fabric of her underwear separates them and it's driving her mad. She's more than willing to wait for him to be ready, she would never pressure him, but her desire for him is nearly unbearable. Jughead moans softly with every wiggle of her hips and continues to massage her breasts. His mouth moves to her neck, sucking a deep purple bruise just above her collar bone. He's never thought himself possessive, given he's never really had anything to be possessive of, but marking her satisfies something primal within him. Anyone who sees his mark will know that she is taken and she is his.

"Juggy, please," Betty whines as she drags his fingers towards the place she wants them most. Jughead grins against her neck, amused by her impatience. He wastes no time at all, dipping his fingers into her panties to thrust two fingers inside. Betty cries out at the sudden entry and fists the mattress as he begins to work her. It takes mere minutes for her to fall apart at his hand, crying out his name and urging a moan from his lips.

Before she's even stopped quivering, she reaches between them with both hands and strokes his length, earning a handful of shaky moans. Then, using one hand to pull her soaked panties aside, she uses the other to guide him to her entrance. Jughead eyes her nervously and carefully pushes his hips forward, dipping his swollen tip just inside.

"Fuck," he whimpers, drawing his hips back away from her as his cock pulses up and down with the overstimulation. "Betts, I can't, I'm too close."

"It's ok," she breathes, pulling his lips to hers. She presses a gentle kiss to his lips then rolls over on top of him. Jughead is nearly shaking with arousal as she trails kisses from his lips to his groin. His breath hitches as she kisses his almost purple tip and without warning, she takes his entire length into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck! Faster," he commands, his voice deep and gravely as he grips the back of her head, "Shit, I'm gonna cum baby, fuck!" No sooner than he announces it does he spill onto her tongue, his muscles tensing up as his climax surges through him like hot jolts of electricity.
Jughead lifts his head from the bed to look down at her and lets a short breathy laugh. Betty quirks her brow as she swallows him down.

"What," she questions as she wipes her lips with the back of her hand, taking in his perplexed expression.

"I- we almost-"

"Oh," she chuckles silently, "Yea almost," she grins as she moves to lay beside him.

"Sorry I didn't. I just, there was no way I was even going to make it all the way in," he admits, laughing at himself as he shakes his head.

"Its fine Jug, really," she offers sweetly, "next time," she grins.

"Yea. Next time, but uhm, we should probably use condoms," he suggests with a playfully scolding grin.

Betty blushes, "So I was a little hasty, sue me," she laughs and Jughead just smirks. "I am on the pill, just so you know," she adds in a more serious manner.

Jughead nods, "good to know."

"So," Betty starts, rolling onto her side to prop her head up on her elbow, "you've kept me hostage in your room all afternoon and I'm starved. Want to go to Pop's?"

"Is that even a question you need to ask," he laughs before hopping up from the bed to tug on some jeans.