"Jug-"

"Jesus christ," Jughead startles, the slam of his door bouncing off the wall waking him abruptly from a dead sleep.

Betty scrambles to cover herself with the sheet as the older man stands in the doorway, stunned by the sight before him.

"What the fuck dad," Jughead grits, bending down to scoop his t-shirt off the floor. He quickly pulls it over Betty's head, tugging it down as she haphazardly pushes her arms into it while holding the sheet in place over her chest.

"What the hell is this," the older man questions, gesturing with his hand between the two barely clothed teens.

"What does it look like," Jughead scoffs.

"Shit what time is it," Betty worries, her eyes wide with the sudden realization she's supposed to be getting ready to leave.

"Eight," the older man replies, still taking in what the hell he is possibly looking at.

"Oh no," she breathes, her hands raking back into her hair. "I have to go. Oh god, my mom's gonna kill me."

Clumsily, she crawls out of bed over Jughead, finding her shorts and putting them on as modestly as possible.

"Sorry," she mouths to Jughead as she slips out the door.

"Fuck," he grumbles, shooting his father a glare in the doorway. "Betty," he calls, but when she doesn't reply he quickly scrambles to follow her, his foot getting caught up in the sheets as he gets out of bed with it wrapped around his naked lower half.

FP remains dumbfounded, watching as his son bolts out of the room after a girl he's never seen before.

"Betty," he calls again as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. "Betty wait." Reaching her barely in time, he grabs her by the arm, pulling her back from the front door.

"Jug, I have to go," she says with urgency.

"Wait, just-" he dives forward, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, his fingers threading into her hair briefly before she pulls away. "Promise me that I'll see you again."

"Jug, I live like fifty feet away," she chuckles.

"Please baby," he asks again, his reluctance to let her go obvious with the hold he has on her wrist.

"I promise," she nods. "I really have to go."

Jughead nods, satisfied with her promise for now, and lets her go. With a heavy sigh, he climbs the stairs, preparing himself for whatever hell awaits him at the top.

"Do not even tell me that's the new neighbor's daughter," FP says with a disapproving scowl.

Jughead remains quiet, earning a smack upside the head.

"Ow, what the fuck," he groans, rubbing the side of his head.

"What the fuck," FP questions. "What the fuck is right. What happened with Tina?"

"Nothing," he assures him, "we're still together."

"Uh-huh." FP crosses his arms over his chest. "So you're cheating on her?"

Jughead only nods, dropping his gaze with the guilt that creeps over his entire being.

With only a shake of his head, FP takes his leave.

Later that afternoon, Tina arrives at the Jones household. Jughead had spent most of the morning sweeping over his room for any evidence that Betty had been there. After tucking his soiled t-shirt into the bottom of his hamper and hiding Betty's forgotten underwear and t-shirt under his bed, he called it good enough and just hopes his room doesn't smell too strongly of sex.

Letting herself in, Tina bounds up the stairs and goes straight to his room. She finds it to be empty, but the sound of water running down the hall lets her know he's in the shower. With a smirk on her lips, she makes her way to the bathroom, slipping inside as silently as possible.

"Tina," he wonders aloud with the subtle click of the door sinking back into place.

"Awe," she pouts, "I wanted to surprise you."

Jughead's eyes widen as he remembers the scratches all over his back.

"I'm done anyways," he says quickly, promptly turning off the water.

As he opens the shower curtain, he's met with his girlfriend's pleased grin as her eyes unashamedly rake over his naked body. For the first time in their relationship, he feels almost violated under her gaze.

"Hand me that," he requests, nodding towards the towel hanging behind her.

After handing him the towel, she moves towards the door, but much to his dismay, she doesn't leave. He carefully moves for the sink, doing his best to keep his back out of her view as she stares intently at his naked abdomen.

"How's your dad," he wonders casually as he tugs his shirt on over his head.

"Fine," she sighs. "His new girlfriend is like six years older than me, so there's that."

"Yikes," he scoffs.

"On the plus side, daddy so generously gave me his mastercard," she beams. "I thought we could go shopping."

"Uh, yea, sure babe," he agrees.

"Are you alright," she wonders, "you seem, off?"

"Nah, just slept for crap last night," he assures her as he steps out of the bathroom.

"Ok," she nods, following him to his room. "Can we pick up Ginger on the way?"

"Whatever you want," he smiles, though it doesn't quite touch his eyes.

By 6:30 that evening, Jughead is seriously contemplating how badly it would hurt to hurl himself through the shop window for the escape of being hauled out in an ambulance. After picking up Ginger along the way, the three teens have been wandering the mall, going from store to store in an endless search for nothing in particular. Currently, Jughead is seated on a deceivingly comfortable looking bench outside the dressing room as Tina and Ginger gossip through the walls of their respective stalls. They've been at the mall for nearly five hours and he had already had enough about fifteen minutes in.

"What do you think," Tina beams, doing a little twirl in a pair of high waisted cut off shorts and a strapless top that may as well be a bra.

Regardless of Tina having a very nice body, he can't help but think Betty would look far sexier in the outfit she's wearing. Where Tina struggles to fill out the tiny top, Betty's voluptuous bust would be pouring over the top, stretching the elastic fabric to its max. Even the shorts that sit loosely on Tina's hips, would be better filled out by Betty's curvy hips and he almost groans at the thought of her ass cheeks peeking out from the bottom of the far too short length.

"Looks good," he nods, offering his best grin.

Tina takes his previous, almost hot and bothered gaze as the perfect complement, unknowing that his thoughts were elsewhere.

It's not until nearly 9:00pm that they finally make it back to Jughead's house. On the way home, Tina relayed to her mother, via text, that she would be sleeping over at Ginger's house. Typically, Jughead would be thrilled to spend the night curled up with his girlfriend, but tonight, a certain blonde is the only one he wants to be with.

"I can't wait to wear my new outfit on Friday," Tina gushes as she sets her shopping bags down beside his dresser.

"What's on Friday," he questions, kicking his boots under his desk.

"Dinner," she says as if it's should be obvious. "Didn't your dad tell you?"

Jughead shrugs, shaking his head in reply.

"Oh," she says thoughtfully, "your dad invited your new neighbors over for dinner and I'll be here so it's the perfect event for my new outfit."

"You sure you want to sit through dinner with our neighbors," he questions, trying desperately to convey how boring it will be.

"Of course I do," she smiles, pecking his cheek lightly. "Besides, Betty is super nice. I met her the other day."

"Oh yea," he feigns intrigue, as if he doesn't already know exactly what went down that day and the resulting sexual encounter with said girl.

"Yes," she beams, "we're going to be best friends. Just don't tell Ginger. She'll get all, weird. You know how she is."

Jughead only nods, carefully swallowing the lump that has formed in his throat.

After getting settled into bed, Tina immediately climbs on top of him, bending forward to capture his lips. Jughead's hands come up to rest at her hips as she begins to rock against him. The pressure has him quickly straining against her, but his mind immediately falls to the pretty blonde across the way. He wonders what she's doing and if she'd be upset with him for kissing Tina.
The wrap of Tina's hand around his swollen shaft brings him abruptly back to his current situation. He can't help the moans that fall from his lips as she strokes him, but a small part of him feels guiltier now than he ever has sleeping with Betty.

"I want to fuck, J," Tina coos against his ear, nipping his lobe with her teeth.

His heart races with momentary panic and he has to mentally remind himself that Tina is his girlfriend. They're supposed to have sex, yet it seems so wrong now.

Watching as Tina digs in his nightstand for a condom, he finds relief in the fact that only Betty knows what he feels like bare. It's foolish to find relief in such a horrible betrayal, but he accepts the comfort where he can get it. At least he can give her something that is hers and only hers.

Tina makes quick work of both their clothes, Jughead being more or less useless as his mind races. Only once Tina hands him the condom wrapper does he bring his attention to the girl before him. As he tears into the foil, Tina lies back against the pillows, urging him to take his place over her. Shuffling on his knees, he settles between her thighs before rolling on the condom. He can feel himself losing his hard on, too distracted in his own head to focus on the task at hand. Before he can go limp, he quickly pushes into her, shivering with the initial sensation. Even inside her, he's losing it and he hopes she doesn't notice. She feels all wrong, and with the condom barrier, he can't feel what he knows now to be a velvety softness surrounding his cock.

If Tina notices he's having a hard time keeping it up, she doesn't say so. Instead, she only urges him to move, creating a rhythm with her own hips for him to follow. In a last ditch effort to get through this, Jughead allows his mind to wander to his blonde princess, wrapped up in his sheets looking like a hot disheveled mess. Just the thought of her warm heat surrounding his impossibly hard cock brings him back to standing at full attention. As he fucks into the brunette beneath him, he recalls the way he'd gripped Betty's long blonde hair as she sucked him dry.

"Oh yes J," Tina cries, snapping Jughead back to reality. With the knitting of her brow and the arch if her back, he knows she's close. Regardless of his previous need for a blonde distraction, the pride he feels in his capability to make Tina fall apart quickens his thrusts to a near merciless pace. Within seconds she becomes a writhing, moaning mess, her walls quivering tight around his hardened member. Not even bothering to hold back, he allows the fluttering of her walls to pull him over the edge, spurting hot pulses of white into the condom within her.

After cleaning up, the two of them settle back into bed. Jughead rolls entirely away from her before thinking better of it. Lying on his back, he stares up at the ceiling through the darkness with Tina tucked into his side. How he can feel so guilty for sleeping with his girlfriend is mind blowing, considering he hadn't even felt this guilty for sleeping with Betty.

The next morning, as is her usual morning routine when sleeping at Jughead's, Tina slips her hand into Jughead's pants, waking him with the stroke of his morning erection.

"Mmf," he complains sleepily, "gotta pee."

"Of course you do," she giggles, removing her hand from his pants.

Jughead lazily shuffles to the bathroom, grateful for the timely escape. He still isn't over what happened last night and he's desperate to talk to Betty.

Upon his return to his room, he avoids getting back into bed, knowing for a fact that Tina wants to touch him. Instead, he rifles through his dresser in search of clean clothes and quickly dresses.

"Going somewhere," Tina asks curiously as she sits up in bed.

Jughead nods, zipping up his jeans. "I've got some stuff to do this morning. Do you want me to take you home or to Ginger's?"

Tina's gaze is disapproving, but it's not uncommon that he's vague on what he's going to do and she's learned not to ask questions. Though she doesn't know he's a member of the Southside serpents, she is aware that he disappears from time to time, returning home looking worse for wear. At the beginning of their relationship, she'd tried to pry, but Jughead just couldn't find it in himself to show her who he really is. Instead, he would tip toe around her questions with vague answers until she just finally gave up. At first, he wasn't entirely sure why he couldn't tell her, he just knew he couldn't. Now, he knows it's because she has created an image of who he is in her world and him being a drug dealing, rough housing gang member would shatter the perfection she holds him to.

"You can just drop me at Gingers," she replies with a touch of disappointment.

"I'm sorry babe," he says sweetly. "If I could stay here with you, you know I would."

Tina nods, "I know."

After dropping Tina off at Ginger's, Jughead heads straight home. He hadn't really lied to her when he said he had things to do, he just wasn't entirely truthful in what exactly those things are. He does have to meet at the Wyrm later this evening, which makes him feel a little less like the douche he's been lately, but in all honesty, he just needed to see Betty.

Like Betty had a couple nights ago, Jughead finds himself about to knock on the Cooper's front door, when he thinks better of it, unsure if her parents are home or working. Instead, he opts for propping his dad's ladder under her open window and climbing up. When he reaches the top, he can't help the smile that stretches across his lips. Betty is still sound asleep, her hair splayed wildly across her pillow and her sleep shorts twisted to the side as her chest rises and falls with her shallow breaths. Carefully, he climbs inside her room. Kicking his boots off along the way, he drops his pants as he reaches her bedside and crawls in beside her. Betty mumbles something unintelligible as she instinctually rolls into his side, her knee coming up to rest over his thigh.

As Jughead enjoys the comfort of his beautiful blonde neighbor, his eyes wander around her room. It's severely under decorated for what he'd pictured in his mind, and the boxes near her closet suggest she hasn't quite finished unpacking. The thing that catches his eye is the bulletin board leaned against her vanity mirror, littered with pictures of Betty and a smiling boy with bright red hair. It pangs a hollow jealousy in the pit of his stomach and he finds himself scowling heavily at the bulletin board from across the room.

"Who pissed in your cheerios," Betty giggles lazily from her place at his side.

With widened eyes, Jughead gives a nervous glance to her grinning face.

"Did you seriously break into my room," she questions, working hard to fight off her smile.

"Maybe," he smirks.

"Hmm," she hums happily, stretching her arms over her head. "I thought you'd still be in bed with Tina."

Jughead shakes his head, a weariness tugging at his features.

Rolling onto her elbow, Betty examines his posture, accompanied by the strain on his brow.

"Is everything ok," she asks gently.

"I slept with her," he admits regretfully.

"She is your girlfriend," Betty reminds him, though the ache in her chest hurts more than she'd anticipated.

"I know, but," he lets a pained sigh, "I didn't want to."

"Like, she forced you," she questions with surprise.

"No," he shakes his head, "I didn't tell her I didn't want to."

Betty nods in understanding. "Tell me what you need Juggy. I'm right here."

"Will you just touch me," he asks sheepishly, unable to meet her gaze with the blush on his cheeks.

Without another word, Betty curls into his side, her head on his chest and begins rubbing soothing circles over his t-shirt. Her hands quickly travel under his shirt, making contact with his too hot flesh in the August heat. Sitting up slightly, he pulls his shirt over his head and resettles in time for Betty to graze the dark trail of hair beneath his navel. As she continues to touch him all over, his chest, his abs, his thighs, everywhere but the throbbing beneath his boxers, his earlier worries are eased almost entirely.

"Do you want me to get you off," she questions softly.

Jughead shakes his head, "just touch me."

Obeying his wishes, Betty continues to caress his skin with the pads of her fingers. Every so often, she grazes his length over the fabric of his boxers, each time earning a shaky sigh.

"Baby, I need you," he whines, his hips seeking pressure as he thrusts the air.

Promptly getting to her knees, Betty tugs his boxers down, discarding them on her floor before removing her own few articles of clothing. Climbing over him, she takes his length as she straddles his hips, earning a deep grunt in approval.

"Oh fuck," he moans shakily, "I want to feel you cum on my dick baby."

Betty smirks wildly with his plea, leaning over to reach into her night stand, retrieving a lipstick sized vibrator.

"Shit," he damn near laughs. "You're gonna let me watch you use that."

With only a smirk in reply, Betty turns it on, the low hum drawing a quiet groan in anticipation from Jughead. A much louder grunt falls from his lips as she makes contact with her pearled bud, the sensation causing her to clench around him.

"Oh fuck," he breathes, "you're gonna make me cum so fast."

"Mmm," she agrees, "you feel so good inside me Juggy."

With every breathless moan and whimper that falls from her lips, Jughead inches closer and closer to the edge. The steady rock of her hips forces his tip to bump at the end of her depth, each time causing his cock to twitch inside her. Jughead watches through hooded lids as she swirls the vibrator on her swollen bud, getting lost in the rhythmic flutter and squeeze of her insides.

"Oh Juggy," she pants, "I'm gonna cum for you."

The thought alone has him ready to blow. The moment her walls being to squeeze, his name falling from her lips he can't hold back any longer, his muscles locking up as he empties himself inside her.

Together, they come down from their high, Betty laid forward lazily on his chest. Jughead's arms wrap around her, again unwilling to let her go as their breathing steadies. Reluctantly, Jughead slips his wilting member from her heat, and shifts them to lie face to face on her pillows.

"God you're beautiful," he remarks fondly.

Betty responds with a coy grin, her fingers tracing the dips of his collar bone.

"I'm going to be out if town for a couple days," he tells her easily.

"Where are you going," she wonders casually.

"Uhm," he pauses a moment, contemplating if it's a good idea to tell her or not. "Greendale," he starts. "I have a run to make with Pea."

Betty nods, mulling over what she's just been told. "A run," she questions. "Like drugs?"

Jughead only nods, too afraid to even look at her for fear of watching her adoration turn over to fear or disgust.

"Ok," she says gently. "Just, be safe."

Entirely surprised by her response, Jughead swiftly presses a kiss to her mouth, growing more passionate by the second. Betty giggles, pushing him back gently to cup his face in her hand and run her thumb over the skin of his cheek.

It's well into the afternoon by the time Betty and Jughead get out of bed. Luckily, with both their parents at work, there's no one to scold them for being so lazy, or for sharing a bed for that matter.

"Come shower with me," Betty pleads, pressing kisses to his throat. She moves lower to his chest, his abdomen, and lower still, pressing a single kiss to the tip of his semi hard cock. Leaving him to throb to attention, Betty quickly ducks into her bathroom.

As she's wetting her hair, a pair of strong arms grip her from behind, a firm chest forcing her out of the stream and pinning her against the cold shower wall.

"That wasn't very nice baby," he scolds, forcing his hardened cock to slip between her thighs.

"It got you in here didn't it," she smirks proudly.

"Touche," he grins before forcing himself inside her from behind.

His choked out grunt is met with a surprised squeak from Betty's lips before she presses back into him. With her hands on the tub wall, she steadies herself as Jughead's thrust quicken. Their wet skin slaps loudly, echoing through the shower as he forces himself inside her tight opening again and again.

"Ah fuck," he groans, "Can I cum? Shit, I'm cumming."

As his movements still, his muscles locking up with the intensity of his climax, Betty rocks back into him. She continues to rock, pumping every last drop from his swollen cock. He finishes with a full body shutter, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold him up as his knees continue to quake.

After a few quiet moments, Jughead slips from her folds. They take turns washing beneath the spray of the shower and Betty spends some extra time rubbing his back. Tina has never once made a gesture so tender and it has his heart swimming.

"I've got to get going," he says reluctantly as they dress in her room.

"Come home safe please." Cupping his jaw in her hands, she pulls him down for a kiss before resting her forehead to his.

"I will," he nods, biting his tongue of three words he's never spoken to anyone, especially not a girl he's only know for a week.

Upon his arrival to the Wyrm, he is immediately confronted by a heavily scowling Sweet Pea.

"Who was the chick," he questions sharply.

Jughead sighs, "She's my neighbor."

"And," he scoffs.

"And she doesn't need your sleezy mits on her," he clips.

The two boys remain in a stare down, their eyes squinted as they silently stand off before they both burst into laughter.

"Should'a known you were fucking her," Sweet Pea chuckles.

Sheepishly, Jughead rubs at the back of his neck, cautiously eyeing pea from the corner of his eye.

"Chill out," he laughs, "I ain't gonna say shit."

Jughead only nods in reply, as they walk together into Tall Boys office.

Later that night, Jughead and Sweet Pea arrive in Greendale. They promptly check into the cheap motel Tall Boy had reserved and settle in for the night.

"So, blondie," Sweet Pea questions, "what's her name?"

"Betty," Jughead replies fondly.

Sweet Pea laughs, "Oh man, you got it bad."

"Not even gonna argue," he laughs.

"So what about Tina," Sweet Pea wonders. "You still with her?"

Jughead only nods, swiping his beanie from his head to muss his hair.

"Shit," Pea acknowledges, "Never thought you'd be one to cheat. I've never been more proud."

Jughead meets his grin with a pointed glare. "It's hardly an accomplishment."

"Says who," Pea scoffs through a laugh. "You got two chicks ready to hop on your dick whenever you want. Explain to me how that isn't awesome."

Jughead sighs, "It isn't like that."

Sweet Pea only looks on with question, awaiting further explanation.

"Tina's great an all," he shrugs, "But she doesn't even know who I am. I don't even want her to know who I am."

Sweet Pea nods. "And blondie?"

"She's-" he clears his throat, glancing nervously towards Sweet Pea on his side of the bed. "I think I'm in love with her."

"Oh man," Pea laughs sympathetically. "You're fucked."

Jughead only nods, flicking off the light and settling under the covers.

Sweet Pea takes the hint and settles in himself. Both boys eventually fall into a restless sleep, the events of the following day plaguing their minds with worries.