"Get out," Veronica hollers as she chucks a pillow at her brother's head.
"Sure, as soon as you give me back my headphones," Jughead retorts, earning another pillow to the head. "Quit throwing shit at me," he grits as he storms across the room.
"Hey," Veronica shouts, grabbing for the headphones that have just been ripped from her ears. "Give them back!"
"Get your own princess," he teases with a look of disgusted annoyance on his face.
"Mom," she yells.
"What are you five," he scolds, throwing the headphones back at her and leaving her with a glare as he stomps out of her room.
Betty shakes her head from where she's been watching this whole monstrosity unfold on Veronica's bed.
"He such a dick," Veronica says under her breath.
"They are his," Betty adds sheepishly.
"I know that," Veronica shrugs. "But they're better than mine."
"Of course they are, he bought them with his own money," Betty says with awe. "Can you imagine what it must be like to be able to buy stuff with your own money? He's so lucky he's old enough to get a job."
"Ew, no thanks," Veronica scoffs. "He smells like a grease trap when he gets home and he has to work like every weekend. Where's the fun in that?"
"I guess," Betty agrees, accepting the second ear bud as they settle in to binge their favorite TV show on Veronica's laptop.
It's basically a tradition, having a Friday night sleepover. Every Friday for as long as they've been friends, all the way back to kindergarten, Betty has spent the night at Veronica's house. She's used to it by now, the sort of love hate relationship Veronica has with her older brother. It's always the same, they bicker, Veronica yells to Hermione, and Jughead, unwilling to earn himself a talking to, lets her win while Betty waits patiently for the storm to settle.
"What is going on in here," Hermione questions as she walks into the room.
"Nothing, all settled," Veronica smiles.
Hermione crosses her arms over her chest and gives a raise of her brow, "Are those your brother's new headphones?"
"He said I could-"
"Give them back Veronica," Hermione demands.
"But mom'" Veronica whines.
"I'm sorry," she shrugs, "but I have to side with him on this one. Your brother worked really hard to buy those."
"Fine," Veronica huffs, rolling over onto her back to let her head hang from the bed.
"Are you really going to give them back," Betty asks quietly once Hermione is out if the room.
"No," she scoffs, "You are."
"Me," Betty questions in surprise.
"We both know he likes you better. Pleeease," she pleads, getting on her knees and coupling her best puppy dog face with the clasp of her hands at her chest.
Betty rolls her eyes, "fine." She lazily puts her hand out and veronica drops the mess of wires into her palm.
In all the years she's been coming over to Veronica's, Betty has only been into Jughead's room once, only to watch Veronica continue her argument over, well whatever it was she can't remember. It was fine then, they were like eight. But now, Betty finds herself outside his door, failing to swallow the dry lump that has formed in her throat. Though she'll never admit it, not to Jughead and especially not to Veronica, Betty has developed a silly crush on her best friend's broody older brother. Sure he's sixteen and she's just barely turned fourteen, but age is just a number right?
With great hesitancy, Betty knocks on Jughead's bedroom door.
"It's open," he calls from behind the closed door.
With a steadying breath, Betty opens the door and steps inside at a snail's pace.
"What's up Betts," he questions over his shoulder from where he's invested in his favorite video game.
"Uhm, I- here," she hold out the headphones in her hand, now neatly folded up in the palm of her hand.
"Awe, you pry them from the dragon's teeth for me," he teases as he takes them from her outstretched hand.
Betty smirks just a little bit, her cheeks tinged the slightest of pink.
"You want to play Coop," he asks suddenly, holding out his extra paddle to her. "Promise not to kick your ass too hard."
"Oh, uhm, Veronica's waiting for me," she tells him, nervously biting her lower lip between her teeth.
Jughead nods, "Next time?"
"Next time," she nods eagerly as she backs out the doorway.
"Hey Betts," he calls.
Betty stops dead in her tracks, her eyes lifting to his in time to catch the quickest of winks. The moment it happens she darts back to Veronica's room, her face hot and her heart pounding.
That moment, that one fleeting moment when he'd shot her a wink has stuck with her for years. How something so insignificant could stick in her mind for so long is mind boggling, but it sparked such hope within her, how could it not?
"Nope," Jughead scolds as he takes a red solo cup from Veronica's hands. "What's wrong with you," he smacks his friend Sweet Pea upside the head for handing Veronica the drink in the first place.
"You're seriously not going to let me drink," she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'm seriously not," he states matter of factly.
"Then what the hell is the point of even being here," she groans, examining all the people drinking around them.
"You're only here because you're a whiney brat that always gets her way," he clips. "You're sixteen, you're not drinking."
"Why does Betty get to drink," she argues, gesturing to where Betty is currently holding a red cup and being handled a bit roughly by one of Jughead's classmates.
"Watch her," he tells Pea sternly before marching towards Betty.
"Hey pal," he greets Chuck with Venom, "take a hike."
Chuck scoffs, but walks away regardless.
"Jug-"
"Give it," he demands, holding out his hand to receive her drink as she hands it to him without hesitation. "What are you doing," he scolds. "Chuck? Really? Are you trying to get yourself raped?"
"I-"
"We're leaving," he grits.
Betty follows him to where Veronica is clearly sneaking sips off of Sweet Pea's drink, earning another smack upside the head as Jughead walks by him.
"I told you to watch her not feed her alcohol," he scolds angrily.
"You're such a party pooper," a tipsy Veronica complains.
"Home, now," he clips, hoisting her up from the couch. Betty helps stabilize her other side and the three of them leave Thornhill as the party ensues behind them.
Jughead doesn't utter a word all the way home and Betty feels horribly guilty for disobeying him. He gave them one rule when they left the house, that he didn't want them drinking. Hermione had entrusted him to care for both girls at their first high school party and Betty knows he's been working hard to get back into her good graces. She'd recently found out he's been a member of the Southside Serpents since his sophomore year and all hell broke loose at home. It even caused a rift between Hermione and FP where they stood on opposite sides of the issue. FP, though retired now, has been a member since he was fifteen which makes Jughead a legacy. He argued Jughead's right to join them but Hermione wouldn't have it. Things have cooled down and Hermione has come to terms with it, but it's been a struggle recently for her to trust Jughead.
When they arrive at home, Betty helps Jughead get a wobbling, incoherent Veronica into bed. Once she's settled and tucked in, Jughead nods for Betty to follow him into the hallway.
"Jug, I'm so sorry. You asked us not to drink and-"
Jughead holds up a hand, cutting her off with a shake of his head. "I'm more upset about you letting Chuck manhandle you like that. What were you thinking?"
"I don't know," she shrugs. "He's a football player and everyone was looking at me-"
"So what," he questions, "You just let him take advantage of you to be cool?"
Betty covers her face in her hands, feeling like a complete fool for her behavior.
Jughead pulls her into a hug where she buries her face in his t-shirt. "I'm not mad at you Betts. Chuck's not a good guy, I don't want you getting hurt."
Betty nods, her eyes meeting his as she looks up at him from her place at his chest.
"C'mon, you can have my bed," he offers. "We both know drunk Veronica is not pretty."
"Where are you going to sleep if I take your bed," she worries as she follows him into his bedroom.
"Couch," he shrugs.
"Juggy, no," she argues softly.
"It's fine," he grins. "You want a shirt to sleep in or something?"
Before she even answer, he's already rifling through his drawers, pulling out one of his favorite t-shirts and handing it to her. She takes it a bit hesitantly, watching his eyes as he looks down at her with a gentleness she so rarely sees. She knows her bag is just down the hall in Veronica's room, and she knows she packed plenty of clothes, but the offer to wear his shirt is too good to give up.
"Night Betts," he mutters before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.
After changing into his t-shirt, Betty slowly works up the courage to get in his bed. As she finally lays back on his pillow, his blankets pulled over her shoulder, she breathes in his lingering scent on his sheets. Her stomach swirls with the thought of him beside her, her backside pressed against his front as he holds her.
Flopping onto her back, her fists pinning the sheets at her sides, she lets a frustrated groan and stares up at the ceiling. Why does she do this to herself? She can't have him, it's a pipe dream at best. Veronica would die if she even knew she liked her brother. Who is she even kidding anyways? Jughead is older and hot and he sees her as his kid sister. It will never, ever happen.
Out on the couch, Jughead has been tossing and turning for nearly three hours. He's tried flicking on the TV, but nothing can stop him from thinking about the gorgeous blonde in his bed. Betty has always been beautiful but in the past few years she has truly flourished. Her always thin frame has become gorgeously curvy and he has undeniably stolen more than a few glances at her rather large chest. He knows he's stupid for having been crushing on his kid sister's best friend for as long as he can remember, but there's just something about her.
"Betty," Jughead whispers as he opens his bedroom door just a crack.
"Juggy," she questions in a hushed tone.
"Did I wake you up," he wonders apologetically as he comes to sit at the edge of the bed.
Betty shakes her head. "Can't sleep."
"Me neither," he agrees, rubbing his hand at the back of his neck after taking in the sight if her in his t-shirt.
"Do you, uhm, do you want your bed," she asks, ready to get up.
"Only if you'll stay," he requests shyly.
Betty swallows hard, her eyes searching his before she gives a hesitant nod.
The two of them settle beneath the covers, an awkwardness lingering between them that has never shown itself in full. Jughead rolls over onto his side, memorizing her profile as he gathers his courage. More hesitantly than he has ever done so with any other girl, he nudges her hand with his beneath the covers. Their fingers thread together, Betty's gaze still fixed on the ceiling, and it feels as though he's just won the lottery. The amount of relief he feels with her simple acceptance of his hand is almost embarrassing.
As they lay there, hand in hand in the dark, Jughead grows bolder and begins to trace her knuckles with the pad of his thumb. When she doesn't shy away, he draws his fingers from hers to trace patterns along her arm, propping himself on his elbow as he nears her collar bone. Betty shivers, her eyes flicking to his as his fingers tickle at the line of her neck. She can feel his arousal just barely nudged up against her wrist beneath the sheets and it swirls a fearful excitement within her belly.
"Jug," she breathes, her gaze hesitant as his head lowers nearer to hers.
"Tell me you want this," he breathes as his forehead comes to rest against hers.
Betty only nods before his lips are on hers. It's everything she's always dreamed it would be and so much more. His lips are soft and skilled as he guides her kisses with the flick of his tongue. His hands thread into her hair as he shifts his weight to settle between her thighs.
"Is this ok," he asks breathlessly as the bulge beneath his cotton pants settles over her panty covered middle.
Betty nods, nervously nipping at her lower lip.
"God I love it when you do that," he groans as Betty feels the twitch of his cock against her.
As his mouth returns to hers, he rocks his hips against hers, letting low groans against her lips as she wriggles beneath him. Capturing her wrist at her side, he guides her hand between them, cupping her hand over his straining erection. Betty draws back from the kiss, her eyes flicking between his then down to where her hand is touching him in a place she'd always thought forbidden. Boldly, she gives a gentle squeeze, sending shockwaves straight to her core with the tiny moan he lets slip from his lips.
"Can I," he questions as he tugs at the hem of her shirt. Betty only nods, allowing him to pull her shirt over her head.
"Fuck," he breathes as he takes in the sight of her bare breasts.
Betty too tugs at the hem of his shirt and he quickly removes it, revealing the hardened muscle she's only ever admired from afar. He watches her as for the first time, her fingers graze his skin, tracing the lines from his chest to the prominent V that disappears beneath his waistband. His chest heaves as she tickles at the trail of hair she's so longed to touch and she can't help but smirk with the twitch of his tented pants. Her fingers curl into his waistband, her eyes lifting to his where she meets his eager nod. With his approval, she tugs his waistband down over his hardened length and it springs upward with excitement.
Jughead is quick to discard his pants, resettling over her to watch her appreciate his length. The pads of her fingers trace the underside of his hardened shaft with a feather light touch. His abdomen quivers as her hand wraps around him, his head dropping into the crook of her neck. Every groan encourages her to continue as she strokes him with care. The nip of his teeth startles her, drawing a squeak of approval as he sucks a nipple into his mouth.
"Juggy," she breathes. "What are we doing?"
"Do you want me to stop," he asks reluctantly as he lifts onto his elbows to look at her.
"I-" She captures her lip between her teeth. "I want you to take my virginity."
Jughead's eyes go wide. "Are you sure?"
Betty nods, releasing her hold on his swollen member to boldly shimmy her panties down her thighs.
"You're really sure about this," he checks again, suddenly incredibly worried he's going to ruin his relationship with her by giving in to his urges.
"I'm sure Juggy," she nods. "I want you to be my first."
"Ok," he breathes, swallowing down his nerves. "Let me get a condom."
Betty nods, watching nervously as he crosses the room to pull a small foil packet from his dresser drawer.
"You really want to do this," he asks again as he comes back to the bed.
"I really want to do this," she nods.
Having gone a bit soft between getting a condom and mildly panicking about what he's about to do, he fists his cock. It doesn't take long under her gaze to get himself going again.
"Shit, uhm, have you done anything, like at all," he wonders, worried about how badly he's going to hurt her.
Betty shrugs, "I uhm, I've done things, but no one's ever, to me."
His brows pull together, as he mulls over the fact that she's done things with other guys, but he gets over it quickly. None other than him will have the honor of taking her innocence and he's damn well going to do it right.
"Can I touch you," he asks gently.
Betty gives a hesitant nod and allows him to part her thighs. His breath catches in his throat, his cock twitching in his lap at the sight of her glistening folds. She's absolutely soaked for him and he hadn't expected that at all. With gentle hands, he skims the skin of her thighs, her legs quivering as he separates her folds with his thumbs. Gently, he gives a swipe of his index finger over her pearled bud.
"Jug," she breathes, mild panic in her eyes.
"You ok," he checks, earning a nod. "K. I'm gonna put my fingers inside you, just tell me if it's too much ok."
Again, Betty nods, taking a steadying breath as he carefully inserts two fingers.
"Still ok," he asks as he begins to stretch her opening with the light pressure of his fingers.
"Uh-huh," she breathes. It's not uncomfortable having his fingers inside her, but it does feel sort of strange in a good way.
"Think you can handle one more," he asks breathlessly. Just the feel of her velvet insides on his fingers has him absolutely reeling. He's never been more desperate to push inside anyone than he is right now, but he needs to be patient for her.
Betty nods, glancing down to watch as he adds a third finger. As his fingers tug and push gently, Betty is hit with an urgent need to feel something deeper. Her hips rock into his efforts and he smirks wildly. As he removes his fingers, Betty whines, feeling oddly empty as her need grows for him.
Sitting back on his heels, Jughead grabs the all but forgotten condom from the mattress beside him. He struggles to open it with shaky hands, quite certain this is the most turned on he's ever been in his life.
"Oh god," he moans, as Betty's lips wrap around his swollen tip, lapping up the precum she had been eyeing with her tongue. She sinks him a handful of times before he eases her back gently with a tug of her hair. "You're gonna make me cum before we even do this," he chuckles, earning an apologetic grin.
Betty watches curiously as he rolls the condom on. Once he's finished, he crawls over her, taking her lips in a languid kiss. Betty eagerly bucks her hips against his sheathed erection, earning a smirk against her lips. Lining himself up with her entrance, he kisses her head before pushing just inside. With her wince he pauses, allowing her to relax before pushing further inside, repeating the action with the rest of his length.
"You ok," he questions, kissing her head once more as she nods.
"You can move," she tells him in a near whisper.
Hugging her closer, he draws his hips back, pushing inside with gentle force and is pleasantly surprised by the tiny moan that squeaks past her lips. He continues to move, gradually picking up speed until she's moaning beneath him, her hips rocking into his as they move together.
"Fuck, you feel so good Betts," he groans.
Jughead's breathing picks up as they continue to rock together and he's quickly coming undone. He's wanted this for so long and it's better than he ever imagined it to be. Determined to make her feel good, he brings his thumb to her pearled bud, swirling it in tight circles.
"Oh Juggy," she pants, "I think, I think I might-" with her sharp cry, Jughead claps his free hand over her mouth, barely stifling her moans as her walls flutter and clench around him.
"Fuck," he chokes out, his knees going weak as she cums around his achingly hard cock.
Unable to hold back any longer, he explodes within her walls harder than ever before, filling the condom before collapsing on top of her.
"Veronica cannot find out about this," Betty mumbles against his ear.
"Definitely not," he agrees with a breathless laugh.