Still angered when they arrive at FP's trailer, Jughead doesn't even bother with hesitation as he pushes through the old front door. The storm door slams shut with a metallic crash behind him, before Betty even makes it up the front steps. Rolling her eyes, Betty sighs as she enters and closes the door gently behind her. Jughead is nowhere to be seen. With a slight chuckle towards his childish behavior, she assumes he's shut himself in his room.
"Jughead," she calls softly with a tap of her knuckles to his bedroom door. He doesn't answer, so putting courtesy aside, she opens the door regardless. She finds him lying down on his bed, curled up on his side and facing away from the door. Without a word, she lays down behind him and wraps her arm around to his chest to hug him close. With her other arm tucked under her head, she gently knocks aside his beanie to finger through his hair.
"I'm sorry," he mutters, his voice muffled by his pillow.
Betty nods against his back, "What's going on Jug? This is more than just being mad about me being at the Wyrm."
Jughead shrugs, "Somebody just got in my head. I'm sorry."
"What do you mean," she questions, pushing for more.
"I had to do something this afternoon that you're not going to like," he admits.
"I know," she tells him softly.
Jughead rolls over to face her with a torn and confused expression, "You do?"
Betty nods, "Sweet Pea told me. How often do you do it jug," she wonders with concern.
"More than I'd like to admit," he tells her ashamedly.
"So what does dealing have to do with your sudden jealousy issues," she questions as she brushes back that one untamable curl from his face.
"My last run," he pauses, "It was Reggie Mantel." His face drops and Betty already knows where this is going.
"Oh," she breathes, "What did he say to you?"
Jughead shrugs, "A lot of things. Asked if you were still a pro at giving head and if you were as tight as he remembers."
"That fucking prick," she clips, jumping up from the bed. "Jug, that was freshman year. I didn't even know you."
Jughead sits up at the edge of the bed and rubs the back of his neck, "I'm not mad."
"You sure as hell seemed mad to me when you were about ready to knock your best friend out," she argues.
"I was mad about you being at the Wyrm, and seeing you all buddy-buddy with Pea at the bar just set me off I guess," he shrugs weakly, "It's stupid, I know, I just- I couldn't even answer him Betts."
"Reggie? Who cares? He probably thought he was just shooting the shit with you, he's pretty fucking numb," she huffs a laugh.
"He is, yea, but I care Betty," he grits, "He knows what you feel like and it pissed me off ok."
"Juggy," she begins softly as she kneels in front of him, placing her hands on his thighs, "are we really doing this? You know that's something you can have any time you want. I'm all yours Jug. I'm sorry you had to find out about Reggie like that, I should have told you."
"It's ok," he shakes his head, "I mean, I'm not happy about it right now, but I know it was before me. I can't hold that against you," he tells her with a pained expression. "Can we just forget about all of this?"
Betty nods, smiling softly in agreement. "Go take a shower and relax for a bit. I'll see if I can find something for us to eat."
Jughead nods and lazily gets up from the bed, feeling too guilty to meet her eyes.
After finding two microwave cups of mac and cheese, Betty can hardly stand how hurt he seemed by Reggie and his big mouth. She's gone over in her head a million ways to make this better, but the only solution that seems plausible is just for them to finally go through with what they've been dancing around for weeks. It's only a matter of convincing Jughead.
Jughead chokes out a startled gasp as two arms wrap around his waist from behind. He relaxes after realizing they belong to Betty and leans into her, pressing his back firmly into the warmth of her naked skin. Her fingers trace patterns over his water slicked skin, scratching at the dark trail of hair beneath his navel.
"Betts," he whimpers as she grabs hold of his stiffening cock.
Betty hushes him and begins to stroke his length from behind. She makes quick work of it, flicking her wrist in a hurried but purposeful manner. His breathing picks up as he begins to moan, dropping his head back into her.
"No baby," he whines as he tries to draw his hips back from her grasp. Betty follows his retreat and doesn't allow him to back down. "Betts, stop. Fuck. I don't want to cum. I want to feel you," he whimpers as his thighs begin to quiver.
"Later," she promises with a breathy whisper against his ear, "Cum for me."
"No," he whimpers weakly, his throat tightening as he fights his impending orgasm. He cries out as his cock paints the shower wall with thick white ribbons and washes down over Betty's knuckles in the spray of the showerhead.
"Betts," he complains, elongating her name for dramatic effect.
"Dont pout juggy," she giggles, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before he turns to face her.
"Why did you do that," he whines, still trying to catch his breath.
"Because you needed it, and before you argue," she says as he opens his mouth to say something, "I know that's not what you wanted. Its only 7:00, we have plenty of time, ok?"
Jughead nods, looking pitiful with his lower lip slightly pouted.
After drying off and both changing into Jughead's boxers and t-shirts, the two of them sit side by side on the old worn in sofa with their dinner of mac and cheese and some just as cheesy reality TV. It doesn't take long for Jughead to devour his small serving and Betty gladly offers hers to him. He doesn't even pretend not to want it before wolfing it down.
"Hey Betts," he asks sheepishly after setting his second empty bowl onto the coffee table.
"What is it Jug," she replies, squaring her shoulders with him. Under her attentive gaze, he's suddenly nervous and tugs for his beanie, before remembering he's not wearing it.
"Uh, nevermind," he says, scrunching his face in response to how awkward he feels.
"Juggy, you obviously want to ask me something, just ask," she tells him sweetly as she rests a hand on his knee.
With a heavy sigh, he looks down at the floor between his bare feet and rests his forehead in his hands, curling his fingers into his hair, "are you-" he trails off to a quiet mumble that Betty can't make out.
"What," she questions, leaning in closer to hear him better.
"Are you my girlfriend," he questions again, almost silently as his eyes peer sideways to glance at her reaction.
"Am I? Oh, uhm-"
"Fuck. I knew I shouldn't have asked," he grumbles, throwing his head back against the couch and fisting his eye sockets to hide the roaring burn of his cheeks.
"What? Jug, no," she tries, reaching for his wrists to pull his angry hands from his face, "Jughead, look at me," she demands softly and he dares to move his eyes toward her through a mortified scowl. "I didn't say no."
"You didn't have to," he laughs humorlessly. "God, I'm a fucking idiot," he grits, squeezing his eyes shut in a failed attempt to hide his embarrassment.
"You just surprised me is all. I haven't really thought about what we are to each other," she admits with an apologetic shrug.
"And why not," he questions harshly.
"I don't know. Too busy just being with you to think about labels I guess," she shrugs again, earning a cocked brow from Jughead in his slumped position against the back of the couch. "All I know is that you mean everything to me, and if you want to put a label on it, then yes Jug, I'm your girlfriend."
"So, you're mine, like really mine, no one else's," he questions as the spark of hope returns to his eyes.
Betty laughs softly, "Yes Juggy, I'm all yours. I have been since the night we met," she smiles. Jughead dives forward wrapping his arms around her so tightly she's almost certain her ribs might crack under the pressure. "Alright, alright," she laughs as she tries to wriggle free, "If I'd known you were going to be so possessive I'd have told you we were dating sooner," she chuckles as he loosens his grip. He doesn't let go completely and instead lays himself on top of her and nuzzles his cheek against her breast. Betty smiles to herself as she runs her fingers through his hair, soothing his earlier worries away. She can't help but think he looks like a big baby, but he's absolutely adorable and she only loves him more for it.
"This is really comfy," he mutters into her breasts, squishing them against his cheeks dramatically, "You know what sucks though?"
"What's that," Betty giggles.
"I have to pee," he complains, regretfully standing from the couch. Betty laughs as she watches him shuffle lazily to the bathroom. When the door closes, Betty seizes the opportunity to go to his room.
When Jughead returns from the bathroom, Betty is nowhere in sight. He panics for a moment, assuming she changed her mind and left him. Only when he spots her shoes, still neatly tucked beside the front door, does he calm down, rolling his eyes at himself for thinking the worst. There's only so many places she could be in the small trailer and unless she decided to snoop around in his dad's room, which he highly doubts, there's only one place she could be.
"Betts? Oh shit," he chokes out as he opens his bedroom door. His mouth runs dry, his throat full of cotton as his Adam's apple bobs at the sight of Betty completely naked, her knees spread wide on his bed. His cock stiffens as he watches her fingers dance around her entrance, her teeth tugging at her lower lip while her eyes silently beckon him to come nearer. It takes an incredible amount of focus to get his feet to cooperate with the lack of blood flow to his brain and when he finally makes it to the bed all he can do is stare like a deer in headlights.
"Touch me Juggy," she pleads, directing his fingers toward her entrance with her own.
"Fuck," he breathes out, his cock twitching as his fingers make contact with her heat. He's entirely overwhelmed with arousal and slumps into her, resting his cheek lazily on her inner thigh as he wraps one arm to support himself under her raised knee. He watches, mesmerized, nearly face to face with her heat, as his fingers dip inside and come out coated with her slick.
Betty leans her torso to the side for a better angle and reaches for his straining cock. She rubs her palm over him through his boxers and he groans loudly.
"You gonna fuck me Juggy," she purrs, gripping him firmly through the fabric.
"Fuck," he stutters before rising to his knees, dropping to his elbows over her and forcing his clothed erection against her wet heat. Betty wiggles against him, earning a frustrated growl before he impatiently tugs his boxers off and chucks them over his shoulder. He resettles his throbbing cock between her folds and nearly drops on top of her as he's overwhelmed with sensation.
Tilting her hips with purpose, Betty captures his tip just slightly inside her opening. With a sharp inhale, Jughead stills himself before pulling away.
"Shit," he huffs through a heavy breath, "wait here." In a flash, he's off the bed and disappearing into the hall. Betty props up on her elbows and smirks in amusement. It's not as if she planned to go anywhere.
"Sorry," he pants as he returns eagerly to the bed. He holds out a shiny foil wrapper to her and she eyes it with a knowing smirk. "Oh come on," he complains, "you're really going to make me ask?"
Betty nods, shrugging as she smirks up at him. He drops his arm with a heavy sigh and glares playfully.
"Will you please do it? I don't want to do it wrong," he admits, his cheeks flushing slightly.
"Of course Juggy," she replies all too smugly. Jughead rolls his eyes and hands her the foil once again. Betty takes it between her index and middle finger as she scoots down the bed between his thighs. She stops only once her chin has reached his groin and sucks his slightly softened erection between her lips. In a matter of seconds he's returned to full length moaning as she allows his cock to slip from her lips with a pop.
Betty scoots upward and Jughead sits back on his heels as she rips open the foil with her teeth pulling the condom from its wrapper. Jughead watches curiously as she rolls it down over his length and he can't help but shiver with the stimulation. It's not that he doesn't know how condoms work, he's not an idiot, he's just has never put one on and wanted to be certain it was done correctly.
Once his length is completely sheathed in latex, Betty lays back and parts her thighs for him. Slowly, he lowers himself over her and watches her hand between them as she guides his ready cock to her entrance. His tip nudges just inside and his eyes dart up to meet hers. He's suddenly incredibly nervous, but the softness of her gaze gives him the courage to push forward.
Every inch feels like he's entering a vice as he sinks himself slowly inside her. The squeeze on his cock is like nothing he's ever felt before and already it's becoming too much. With a single thrust of his hips, he forces the last few inches of his length inside her, his breath catching in his throat as he chokes out a moan. He stills himself completely and Betty makes no attempt to move him.
"Oh, fuck Betts. You feel so good," he whines as he presses his teeth into her shoulder.
"Just breathe for a minute," she tells him as she remains as still as possible beneath him. Jughead nods and takes a few steadying breaths. Once he's certain he's not going to explode, he draws his hips back, his eyes rolling into his upper lids before he thrusts back inside. He draws back again, this time further and when he pushes inside, Betty bucks her hips up to meet his thrust. His tip nudges further, bottoming out inside her and he groans louder than ever before.
His hips begin to move more rhythmically, his thrusts short and quick, but it's all he can manage with the intensity of his stimulation. Betty's hands come to rest at his hips and she changes his rhythm with the push and pull of her fingertips digging into his skin. Her hips rock with his, setting a faster pace with lengthier thrusts. His arms shake as he tries to hold his weight off of her on his elbows.
"I might cum," he tells her as he pulls his hips back, tightening his every muscle to ward off his untimely end. With a few shaky breaths, he recovers, just barely, and pushes his length back inside. He knows he doesn't have much left in him and he makes the choice to go all in before he can't turn back. Steadying himself on his elbows, he thrusts into her as hard as he can manage. Betty cries out at the sudden entry, urging him to do it again, and again, each time earning a pitchy moan from his beautiful girl beneath him. With everything he has he drives forward, fucking into her at a fast and relentless pace.
"Oh Juggy, yes. Just like that," she praises and though he's teetering on the edge, he continues on.
"I can't hold it much longer baby," he tells her through choppy breaths. Betty's fingers find her bundle of nerves and she flicks at it quickly, moaning as Jughead's thrusts become sloppy.
"Oh, juggy! Cum with me," she cries. Her walls flutter and clench, squeezing him impossibly tight. She screams his name, sending him plunging over the edge as his climax rips through his every nerve ending.
"Fuck," he stutters, filling the condom as her juices leak out around his pulsing cock. His arms give out and he collapses on top of her, panting as the two of them quiver with the aftershock of their combined release. Betty traces her fingernails along his back as he calms and it's everything he didn't know he needed until now. He listens to the rapid pulse of her heart as it slows and sighs contentedly against her skin.
Authors note: This is just one of roughly 50 or 60 stories I have in the works and it's far from finised. My mind is a multitasking wonder and I am chronically jumping back and forth between current stories as well as overloading myself with far too many ideas. All of my current stories have been developed entirely in rough format, it's just a matter of forcing myself to complete one in it's entirety. I apologize in advance for incomplete stories. Thanks for reading :)