Early Saturday morning, Betty strolls outside to get the previous day's mail. She'd been up most of the night, scolding herself for being such a fool. When she'd finally gotten to sleep, she was plagued with pleasant dreams of, who else, but Jughead of course. So, when shed woken up bright and early on this day meant for sleeping in, she refused to go back to sleep. She won't let him get to her, even in her subconscious, which has brought her to the mailbox at this very moment. Rifling through the various junk mail in her hands, she comes across a thick envelope addressed to a Forsythe P. Jones III. She can't help but grin at the highly uncommon name and upon further investigation realizes it's addressed to Jughead's house. It takes mere seconds for her to figure out that Forsythe P. Jones III is none other than mister "people call me Jughead."
As she enters back into the house, she contemplates just throwing it away. He deserves it, but it looks too important. Instead, she tosses it onto her bed and disappears into the bathroom to get ready for the day.
After pacing around in the living room for an unhealthy amount of time, just glaring at the stupid envelope on the coffee table, she bites the bullet. In a huff, she swipes it from the table and storms out the front door. She scolds herself for being weak as she crosses the yard to Jughead's front porch.
Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, she's met with who else, but Tina. Of course, Tina! Jughead's stupid hot girlfriend just had to be outside doing god knows what on the front steps.
"Can I help you," Tina questions kindly, though the curious wave of her brow feels slightly judgmental.
"Oh, uhm-" Betty waves the envelope in her hand, "our mail got mixed up."
"Oh, I don't live here," Tina corrects unnecessarily. "Hey can I ask you something?"
Betty swallows hard, wondering if Jughead told her what happened or something along those lines.
"Uh, yea. Sure," she agrees. Tina motions for her to sit, so with hesitancy, she sits down beside her on the front steps.
"Girl to girl," she begins, "should I be worried if my boyfriend was absolutely not interested in me at all last night?"
"That depends," Betty shrugs, "I mean, he could have just been not into it right?"
"I don't know," she sighs. "He said he was tired, but since when does any guy get his dick touched and not even get a semi-"She pauses, cupping her hands over her mouth. "Oh god, I'm sorry. You don't even know me and here I am spewing my relationship problems on you."
"Its fine," Betty chuckles, suddenly in a better mood knowing Jughead was just as preoccupied in his head as she was after their little rendezvous.
A shiny black car pulls up to the house, urging Tina to stand from the steps and straighten her skirt to perfection. With her overnight bag in hand she begins her stride down the walkway.
"Oh," she pauses to turn back to where Betty now stands on Jughead's front porch. "I'm Tina by the way."
"Betty," she calls back.
With a polite grin and a wave of her hand, Tina ducks into the car. Betty watches as it pulls away and only once it's out of sight does she knock on Jughead's door.
"Betty," he questions in surprise, carding his fingers quickly through his messy mop of bed head. Panicking slightly as he glances around the front yard he tugs her inside by the arm.
"What are you doing here," he questions with urgency.
"Good morning to you too," she huffs. "I got your mail." She holds the thick envelope out for him to take and can't help but smirk at the horror in his eyes. "Forsythe huh?"
Cringing, he plucks the envelope from her hand and sticks her with a pointed glare, "Don't go telling people."
"I'm not that cruel," she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "I was going to burn that though," she eyes the envelope in his hands, "but, like I said, not that cruel. And it sort of looks important," she shrugs.
"It is," he nods, tearing it open to read its contents. "It's my ticket out of here." Holding it up for her to see, Betty finds it to be an acceptance letter to the University of Iowa.
"Out of here," she questions, not quite understand his need to leave Riverdale when he seems to have it all.
Jughead nods. "You want to have that talk I was supposed to give you yesterday?"
"Ok," She agrees quietly, suddenly feeling bad for snapping at him the way she did. Of course he reacted badly, he'd just cheated on his longtime girlfriend and it was all her fault.
Following him upstairs to his bedroom, she's growing anxious with the thought of getting him into trouble.
"Jughead," she mutters as he closes his bedroom door, "what about Tina?"
"She's gone for the day. She sees her dad on Saturdays so she won't be back," he assures her.
Dropping lazily to his bed, he waives her over, gesturing for her to sit beside him.
"It is way to fucking early for this," he groans, shifting to get comfortable as Betty nears his bed.
Hesitantly, she sits beside him, her body stiff with uncertainty.
"Nap with me, we can talk later," he pleads, his hand lazily patting the second pillow on his bed.
Finding him stupid yet adorable, she lays beside him against her better judgement. With one of his long arms, he tosses the sheet over them and releases a contented sigh. Betty remains quiet, her mind racing with so many thoughts and questions about the boy beside her.
"Go to sleep," he groans, "I can hear your brain short circuiting." With a sleepy smirk on his lips, he pries open one eye, smirking further with the glare he finds on Betty's face.
"I ran into Tina," she says suddenly. The smirk on Jughead's face quickly falls away, his eyes shooting open to meet hers with worry. "She's nice."
"Christ," he scoffs, "don't do that. I thought you told her or something."
Betty shakes her head. "She did ask me an interesting question though."
"And what was that," he questions warily, rolling on his side to face her.
"She may have mentioned that you couldn't get it up and asked if she should be worried," she shrugs.
"What," he says in outrage, propping himself up on his elbow. "Why the hell would she say that?"
"I don't know," Betty shrugs, "Some weird female bonding thing."
"I'm not even going to pretend that makes a lick of sense," he huffs. "What did you tell her?"
"Nothing really," she assures him. "She mentioned you said you were tired and I just agreed that you were probably just not into it."
Jughead scowls. "So, what, are you like friends now?"
"Hardly," she laughs humorlessly. "Why are you getting so worked up about this?"
"Why am I-" swiping a hand over his face, he sits up entirely, turning his body to face her directly. "Betty, Tina is my girlfriend. As in, I'm supposed to loyal to her and you blew me yesterday."
"If I remember right, you didn't do a whole lot of fighting me off," she argues, sitting up to cross her arms over her chest.
"Ok, I let you blow me," he corrects.
"More like begged," she argues under breath.
Jughead pinches the bridge of his nose. "You can't just be getting all buddy buddy with Tina."
"We had one conversation," she argues.
Jughead sighs, "Can you just promise me you won't talk to her again?"
"I didn't even plan to in the first place," she huffs.
Jughead nods in understanding, slowly lying back down in bed. He falls silent, allowing his arm to rest over his face, blocking out the morning sun shining brightly even through his drawn blinds.
"Are you really going to sleep," Betty questions in astonishment.
"I had planned on it, yea," he grumbles, peeking out from under his arm to meet her questioning gaze.
Betty sighs heavily, laying back against the pillow and staring at the ceiling. She drums her fingers on her abdomen, growing more impatient by the second. With the light tapping of her fingers and her periodic huffs of discontentment, Jughead lets a groan in frustration, his hand jutting out to still her fingers.
"Would you stop that," he mumbles.
"I'm sorry," she chuckles. "How can you just lay here?"
With a sigh, Jughead shifts onto his elbow once more, ruffling his wild hair and swiping a hand down over his tired features.
"Alright," he sighs, "you win."
"Ooh, what do I win," she teases, smirking wildly as she mirrors his posture.
"Betty," he warns lazily as her index and middle finger begin to walk along the exposed trail of hair on his naked abdomen.
"Hmm," she hums, "doesn't look like you're having any trouble getting it up now."
Glancing down to where his boxers are quickly tenting, he watches as her hand grazes his length, coaxing his cock to twitch with a rush of arousal.
"Why do you have to be so hot," he complains, dropping back onto his pillow and replacing his elbow over his face. He remains there, his eyes squeezed shut as his hips shift in search of friction with the gentle teasing of her fingers over the thin fabric of his boxers.
With the sudden heat of her mouth blowing a hot breath against his clothed shaft, Jughead jolts up, lifting his head to stare at her with worry in his eyes.
"Betty, no," he breathes, groaning as she does it once more. "Come on. Please," he pleads. "Just come lay with me for a minute."
With a prideful smirk, Betty does as he asks, coming up to lay beside him. Laying on her side, facing away from him, she backs herself against his front. Jughead groans as her backside firmly presses against his erection, her hips shifting with purpose as she settles in.
"Stop that," he grumbles into her hair, tugging her by the waist to pull her ever closer as he meets her pressure.
"And if I don't," she challenges, reaching back to grip him firmly between them.
"You're fucked," he groans, slowly losing himself in the rhythmic stroke of her hand.
"Don't you mean you're fucked," Betty questions, turning in his arms to face him with a questioning gaze.
"No Betts," he shakes his head, rolling himself on top of her and pinning her arms above her head with his large hands. "You're going to be fucked."
With the pressure of his arousal being pressed firmly against her middle, Betty lifts her legs, smirking up at him as she locks her ankles behind him and gives a buck of her hips.
"So fuck me Juggy," she coos, her eyes becoming a darkened shade of their previously bright emerald.
Without a moment's hesitation, their lips collide, Jughead making quick work of peeling off her cotton shorts and panties in one go. As their tongues slip together, teeth nipping at swollen lips, Betty curls her fingers into his waistband, forcing his boxers down his thighs to grip his swollen length. He lets a shaky groan against her lips as she tilts her hips, guiding his engorged tip to her entrance. As he pushes forward, his tip disappearing inside her, Betty lets a breathless moan against his ear. Fueled by her hum of approval, Jughead pushes further, sinking himself to his base and just stays there, relishing the squeeze of something different, something better than he's experienced in the past two years.
"You feel fucking incredible," he almost laughs through a groan.
"Mmm," Betty agrees, urging him to move with the rock of her hips. Taking her hint, Jughead draws back, thrusting forward hard until he finds resistance inside her. He does this again and again, working into a steady rhythm as he holds himself over her on his hands.
"Oh Juggy," she moans, her fingernails digging into the skin on his back.
"Fuck," he groans, "Say it again baby. Say my name."
"Oh Juggy," she cries again, "fuck me harder."
Upon her request, he picks up his pace, shifting up on his knees for better leverage. He fucks into her hard, his abdomen quivering as he's overwhelmed with the sensation of her walls squeezing around him.
"I'm cumming," she pants, a slew of curses falling from her lips with the arch of her back.
"Oh fuck," Jughead cries out loud, his eyes rolling back as he loses himself in the fluttering of her walls. The squeeze is impossibly tight, her climax sending him plummeting into the depths of his own as he spills thick and hot inside her.
As the fire in his groin cools to an ember, he slips from her entrance, dropping to the bed beside her as they come down together.
"Lose the shirt," he smirks, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.
Rolling her eyes, Betty pulls her shirt over her head and tosses her bra with it to the floor. Propping himself onto his elbow, Jughead grins wildly, sliding his large palm along her rib cage to grab one of her full breasts.
"God damn," he shakes his head before dropping back against his pillow.
After lying together lazily, basking in the afterglow of possibly the greatest sex either has ever had, Jughead and Betty roll themselves out of his bed to get dressed. Betty quickly finds her shorts, tucked almost entirely under his bed. As she steps into them, her eyes rake over Jughead's naked frame while he digs through his messy dresser.
"Jug," Betty worries, biting down on her lower lip.
"What's up princess," he wonders casually, glancing over his shoulder to meet her concerned gaze.
"Your back," she exclaims.
Foolishly, Jughead tries, and fails, to get a good look at his back over his shoulder. Ultimately, he moves to the full length mirror on the back of his door, his concern matching Betty's immediately upon examination.
"Shit Betts," he scolds under his breath.
"I'm sorry," she apologizes, crossing the room to press the pads of her fingertips to the angry red scratches littering his skin. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know," he shrugs. "Keep my shirt on?"
"You could just not sleep with her," Betty suggests with a shrug.
"Betty," he says regretfully, "She's my girlfriend. I can't just stop sleeping with her, she'll know somethings up."
Betty pouts slightly, "I know," she sighs.
"Shit," he exclaims, his fingers raking back into his hair with his sudden realization. "Are you on the pill or anything?"
"Obviously," she smirks, her arms crossing over her chest. "You really think I would have let you do that if I wasn't."
"I guess not," he shrugs. "I don't usually do that Betty. I just-"
"Got caught up in the moment," she finishes, earning a curt nod from Jughead. "It's fine Jug."
"God I'm an asshole," he worries as he takes a seat at the edge of the bed, dropping his head in his hands.
Taking a seat beside him, Betty rests her head on his shoulder, her hand laid reassuringly on his thigh. With a glance at her from under his lashes, he covers her hand with his own before pulling her down to lay on top of him. He presses a lazy kiss into her hair and hugs her tight against him, just enjoying the way she feels against him.
"I'm in a gang," he blurts out suddenly, his voice low and unsure.
Betty sighs contentedly, shifting to look up at him from her place on his chest as she brings her index finger to trace the double headed serpent on his shoulder.
"Is that what this is," she wonders softly.
Jughead nods, "Tina doesn't know."
Lifting herself slightly off his chest, Betty gives him a quizzical glance. "I'm sorry? Your girlfriend of two years has no idea that you're in a gang?"
"Not a clue." He shakes his head.
"So why are you telling me," she wonders.
"I don't know," he shrugs. "I feel like you can handle it, and honestly, I'm just sick of pretending to be something I'm not."
Betty nods in understanding. "So the other day, is that why you told me not to go to the Southside?"
Jughead nods.
"And those guys?"
"A few of my buddies. They're mostly harmless," he shrugs, "but Sweet Pea can get a little aggressive when he sees something he likes."
"Something he likes," she questions, "as in me?"
Jughead nods.
"Who says I wouldn't have liked that," she challenges, shifting to straddle his hips.
Jughead's features settle into a scowl as his hands come to rest at her hips.
"Ooh, you don't like that thought, do you Juggy," she teases, leaning down to nip at the pulse in his neck. "Is someone a little territorial?"
"Very," he groans, his hips pressing upward as his cock throbs to attention.
"That's hardly fair," she scolds playfully. "You get two girls and your poor buddy gets nothing?"
"You're not fucking him," he says sternly, his grip on her hips tightening with the threat of having to share.
Betty silently reassures him with a kiss so tender it has his stomach swirling with butterflies.
"I only want you Juggy," she breathes against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Fuck I like it when you call me that," he grins, pressing his arousal harder against her clothed middle.
"What does Tina call you," she wonders as she traces circles on his chest with her fingertips.
"J," he scoffs.
Betty smirks, "Why do you even like her?"
"I don't know," he shrugs. "Consistency?"
"Consistency," she questions, her features set into a doubtful smirk.
Jughead nods, "She's about the only thing I've ever been able to count on in my life."
"What do you mean," she questions carefully, sensing his discomfort as he gently rolls her from his lap to sit up at the edge of the bed.
"I didn't always live here," he says lowly as his fingers rake his hair back. He glances at her from under his lashes, finding her gaze soft and urging him to continue. "Until about two years ago, I lived in a trailer park on the Southside."
"And that's bad," she wonders.
Jughead shrugs, "To Northsiders I guess."
"Ok," she nods thoughtfully. "So what does that have to do with Tina?"
"Tina and I have gone to school together since kindergarten. Her parents are loaded and she never gave me the time of day. Not that anyone did," he explains, "but when my dad came into some money and we moved here. She was suddenly interested and she hasn't left me yet so-" he trails off with a shrug.
"Hold on," Betty scoffs. "You mean to tell me she wanted nothing to do with you until you had money and you just took her up on it."
"What do you want," he shrugs guiltily."It's not like I was getting many offers."
"I seriously doubt that," Betty laughs.
"It's the truth," he argues through a smirk. "I am absolutely, one hundred percent sure that you are the only girl to ever be interested in me other than her. I'm sure it would be different if I still lived at Sunnyside."
"You're wrong." She shakes her head, scooting herself just a bit closer to him. "I am one hundred percent sure that if I met you under any other circumstances, I would still be interested."
"You say that now," he argues.
"Did you or did you not just tell me you're in a gang," she reminds him, earning a slow nod. "And I'm still here aren't I."
"I guess," he shrugs.
"I'm going to take a wild guess, and correct me if I'm wrong," she says, "but, you have some pretty deep seated abandonment issues don't you?"
Jughead's eyes widen, his gaze flicking up to meet hers in an instant before his brow settles into a scowl.
"Thought so," she nods.
Jughead says nothing, his eyes shifting to the floor between his feet.
"I'm not going to make you talk about it," she assures him. "Not that I even could, but is that why you stay with Tina."
"I dont know," he shrugs.
"Ok," she says with finality.
"Ok," he questions, his gaze quizzical as he meets her eyes.
"Yea. Ok," she reiterates. "Being with Tina obviously makes you feel secure and I'm not going to push you."
"So, what," he questions. "Is this over?"
"If you want it to be," she nods as she stands from the bed.
"No," he replies urgently, gripping her wrist with a firm hand. "Please don't go."
Betty smiles softly, "I have to. My mom will be home soon."
Moving to stand between his thighs, she gently cards her fingers through his hair to tug him against her chest. Jughead wraps his arms around her waist, nuzzling into her soft breasts and takes a deep, steadying breath.
"Will you come back," he mutters against the soft cotton of her t-shirt.
Betty can't help but grin, finding him adorable in this vulnerable state. It's so different from his usual persona and she only finds him that much more attractive. Cupping his jaw in her hands, she bends forward to press a tender kiss to his lips.
"Tonight," he says, his eyes full of hope as they part.
Betty nods, pausing in the doorway to smile coyly at the boy she's learning has a much deeper story than she'd ever expected.
An hour or so later, Alice arrives home with a trunk load of groceries. Betty hurries outside to help her mother carry them inside. In the afternoon sun, the tar is hot beneath her bare feet, and she winces as she tip toes inside with an armload of bags.
"How was your morning," Alice questions as she begins to unpack groceries in the kitchen.
"Fine," Betty shrugs, "Just hung around."
Alice nods thoughtfully. "Tomorrow morning I need you up and ready to go bright and early. We have a meeting at the school at 9:30 to get you enrolled for the year."
Betty nods, taking the package of toilet paper from her mother's outstretched hand. She quickly runs upstairs to put it away in the bathroom before returning to the kitchen.
"Oh," Alice says suddenly, "I forgot to mention. I ran into our neighbor at the store and he's invited us for dinner next Friday."
"Which neighbor," Betty questions, hoping she's doing a good enough job concealing the worry in her voice.
"The Joneses," she says simply.
Betty only nods, taking the bottles of shampoo and conditioner being handed to her and quickly disappearing upstairs. Dinner with the Joneses, while not exactly a problem in itself, Betty knows for a fact that Tina stays at Jughead's every single Friday night.
Later that evening, once Alice has gone to bed with her glass of red wine and prince valium, Betty creeps out of the house. Upon her arrival to Jughead's front door, she goes to knock, quickly retracting her hand as she thinks better of it. It's nearly eleven-o-clock at night and surely his parents must be home by now. After a bit of contemplation, she rounds the house to Jughead's window and begins chucking tiny pebbles at the glass.
Instead of the window opening, as expected, the creak of the front door draws her attention.
"Betts," Jughead calls, "that you?"
"Hi Juggy," she smirks as she rounds the front of the house.
"It's late," he comments, a touch of concern on his brow.
"Awe," she coos, locking her fingers behind his neck as she presses her body tight against his. "Were you worried I wouldn't show?"
"Maybe," he admits, ducking his head from her gaze.
Tilting her chin up, Betty gently bumps her nose against his jaw, drawing his attention back to her face. She presses a soft kiss to his lips, savoring the way his mouth fits seamlessly against her own.
"Upstairs," Jughead whispers, kissing her once more before tugging her along to his room.
As the door closes behind her, Jughead pins her against it, his lips crashing into hers with urgency. Betty kisses him back with just as much enthusiasm, her hands already moving for the growing bulge beneath his cotton sleep pants. Jughead sighs against her, the pressure of her hand feeling so right when he knows it shouldn't.
"Will you blow me again," he pleads breathlessly, gasping with her sudden grip on his swollen cock.
Wordlessly, she backs him to the bed, her hand flat against his chest as she shoves him playfully onto it. Kneeling in front of him, she shimmies his pants down his thighs and he kicks them to the side.
"Oh god," he moans, a slight laugh mingled with his appreciation as she takes him into her mouth.
Her tongue swirls and tickles at the underside of his shaft as her head bobs in his lap. He can't believe he's been missing out on something so good for so long and he savors every second of it. Groaning as she sinks him deep into her throat, his fingers find their way into her hair. He pushes her down hard, his hips simultaneously bucking upward to reach as far as he can possibly go, but he needs more. With a gentle tug to her hair, Betty allows him to slip from her lips and gives him a quizzical glance.
"Will you ride me," he asks shyly.
Betty nods, grinning as she stands before him. She makes a show of removing her clothes. First her t-shirt, then her bra, her shorts, and finally, her tiny blue thong, baring herself to him.
"You want to get a condom," she asks quietly.
"Do I have to," he whines.
Betty shakes her head, "That's up to you Juggy."
"I should," he mumbles, "but fuck I don't want to."
"Then don't," she purrs, bringing her knee to the bed, then the other, straddling his hips between her thighs. Jughead can only watch through glazed eyes as she captures his tip, sinking herself down onto his waiting cock.
"Fuck," he groans breathlessly as she settles her weight in his lap, his tip bottoming out inside her. His arms wrap tightly around her, holding her firmly in place. As she begins to rock her hips, he buries his face in the crook of her neck, his moans being muffled by the gentle press of his teeth against her skin.
The slow, purposeful rock of her hips quickly turns over to her actively bouncing over his cock, releasing him to his tip and sinking him to his base over and over.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," he whimpers, his fingertips digging into her back as he tries desperately to hold on.
"Cum for me Juggy," she purrs, her voice breathless as she works him.
With her nickname for him on her lips he moans loudly, losing himself inside her as she milks him of everything he has.
As Betty shifts to remove herself from his lap, he's quick to hold her in place. With his nuzzle into the softness of her naked breasts, she rakes her fingers through his hair. He sighs contentedly, his embrace tightening with his unwillingness to let her go.
"Will you stay," he questions, tilting his head up to look at her.
"Oh," she says in surprise. "Jug, I don't know-"
"Please," he pouts, his lower lip jutting out for emphasis.
Worrying her lip, Betty lets a sigh of discontentment. "What if Tina shows up?"
"She won't," he assures her. "At least not until sometime after noon."
"Fine," she sighs in feigned annoyance, smirking as she rolls her eyes. The smile that lights up his face has her heart racing and a pang of jealousy hits her like a train. Mentally reminding herself that he is not hers, she removes herself from his lap, drawing a slight hiss from his lips with the sensitivity of his tip slipping from her folds.
After wiping up with one of Jughead's t-shirts, Betty crawls over him to the empty side of the bed, between him and the wall. Once she's settled, Jughead immediately hauls her against him, his body forming perfectly with hers as his hand wanders upward to cup one of her full breasts.
"Goodnight baby," he mutters into her hair before placing a gentle kiss to her shoulder.
"Goodnight Juggy," she replies, pressing further into his embrace.
It doesn't take long before the two of them are drifting off to sleep, content in one another's arms.