How come Betty and Jughead didn't really get sexier scenes? Well I decided to write my own.

I don't own Riverdale or these characters.

Betty couldn't stand it anymore. All she had been doing was studying. Her brain was taxed. Patience gone. Frustration high.

Jughead looked at his girlfriend and knew something was wrong. She was fiddling with her necklace. She only did that when she was stressed. Just like the day of their first kiss.

Setting his notebook on the coffee table, "you, okay?" he asked scooting closer to her.

"I'm frustrated," she replied moving her own notebook to the floor.

"Anyway, I can help?"

"I can think of one."

"Hm…"

Taking Jughead's smirk as an invitation, Betty straddled him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Rubbing her thighs, Jug smiled as Betty lowered her mouth to his.

The kiss started slow and the two let their bodies align. Slowly, Jughead shifted so that his head was resting against the cushion behind his head and Betty was pressed firmly against his chest.

Tracing her lower lip, he got the groaned he wanted and slipped his tongue in her mouth. Betty couldn't stop the groan. Jughead Jones knew how to kiss.

Sliding her hands into his hair, she knew better than to displace the beanie that was always present on his head.

Gripping her hips, he slowly pushed upwards, needing the friction.

"Jug," Betty whispered as his lips traveled to her neck.

Leaning back, she giggled as he flipped them so that she was on her back.

Grinning she looked up at him and pushed her hands under his shirt. Sitting back on his heels, Jughead took of his shirt as Betty sat up and caught his lips for another kiss.

Laying back, she brought him down on her. Gently Betty moved her legs so that Jug could settle between them.

Groaning at the contact, he slipped his hands up her shirt and gently rubbed her ribs. Hearing her heavy sigh as he pressed his hips against hers was all he needed.

Jughead sat up and pulled Betty up. Grabbing her shirt by the hem she pulled it off quickly as he peppered her collarbone with kisses and nips.

Neither of them noticed that the front door had opened and that one half of their parents was glaring at them, "WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU TWO ARE DOING?" Alice Cooper yelled.

Jumping apart, Betty's face flushed a deep pink, "Mom," she whispered.

Jughead grabbed his shirt and stayed sitting on his heels. He was not going to face Alice Cooper with a boner. Nope, wasn't going to happen.

Betty grabbed her shirt and pulled it on, while her mom glared at her, "I'm not going to ask again," Alice warned.

"We were…"

"What?!"

"Mrs. Cooper…"

Turning to face the teenage boy who was now holding her daughter a little to close, "Jughead you are the last person I want to talk right now."

"MOM!" Betty snapped, "nothing happened."

"That's not what it looked like," Alice stated, "you two didn't even notice I came in the house because you were too busy taking each other's clothes off."

Looking at each other, the two couldn't help but smile, "what's going on here?" FP asked coming into the house.

Alice spun and glared at him; FP looked to Jughead and Betty for help, noticing how close Betty was sitting he got the hint, "our children were just undressing each other on the couch," she growled.

"Why don't you two give us the room," FP suggested looking at the two of them.

Nodding, both gathered their schoolwork and made their way upstairs.

Shutting her bedroom door, Betty let out a frustrated huff, "she's crazy."

"She's a parent," Jug stated pulling her close, "they're all crazy."

Trying not to laugh, Betty looked up at him. Cupping her cheeks, Jug gently kissed Betty. Pulling him closer by his shirt, she backed them up to her bed.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked as her hands pushed off his shirt, once again.

"I'm still frustrated, Jug."

Smirking, Jughead gently pushed her onto the bed and crawled between her legs as she took her shirt off.

Down in the kitchen, FP was doing his best to calm down Alice, "they are teenagers," he started walking past her, "they are going to make out."

Smacking his arm, "they were taking each other's clothes off, FP!" she seethed, "it was not PG."

Hiding his smirk, "okay…"

"Don't you dare smirk at me FP Jones," she warned.

Stopping by the island, "Alice what do you want me to do?" he asked turning to face her.

"I want you to back me up!"

"How?"

"By telling them they can't have sex."

"Not a good solution."

Alice screamed and threw her hands up, "Why not?!"

"Because they will just find other places to be alone together and have sex."

"They are our children, FP," she pleaded, "they are too young to know what all of this could do to them."

Suddenly realizing the real issue, "Alice," FP started quietly, pulling her close, "Betty is not you," he continued turning her face towards his, "and Jughead is not me."

"But…"

"No, no buts," he said, "they are going to have sex, we can't stop them."

"She's my little girl," Alice whispered laying her head on FP's chest.

"I know she is," he agreed, "and Jug is my son. But they are not us," he finished.

Alice pulled back and looked up at him, "so you're not going to back me up?"

Smirking, "you know Jughead has that same smirk," she chided.

Losing the smirk, "not something I wanted to know."

"Now you're worried?" she accused stepping back farther, "all because your son has your signature smirk?"

"Alice," FP warned.

"No, I can't believe that is what you have a problem with!"

Hands on his hips, FP looked at Alice, God he loved the woman, but she was more frustrating than when he had gotten released from prison, "Alice…"

"Of course," she continued, "why would you be worried about our kids having sex, I mean Jughead is already Serpent King, why would it make any difference if he knocked up Betty…"

"That's enough," he snarled, "look I get that you're upset that Betty is acting like a hormonal teenage girl who has a boyfriend, but don't you dare go blaming Jug for something that hasn't even happened."

"Not yet," Alice snapped looking taken aback at FP's outburst.

"It takes two to tango," FP hissed before going upstairs.

Alice stared at his back. That wasn't how that conversation was supposed to go, she thought. He was supposed to see her side and help her find a way to convince their kids to stop having sex.

"I guess that cat's out of the bag, though," she whispered, remembering the birth control pills she had found in Betty's nightstand.

Betty laid her head against Jughead's chest and sighed, "feel better?" he asked.

Looking up, she cupped his cheek and kissed him softly, "much."

"I don't think my mom will ever let us be alone ever again," she said settling back against his chest.

"Probably not," Jug said wrapping his arm across her chest, "I guess Dilton's bunker will start getting more use again."

Laughing, "oh god."

FP stood outside the door and shook his head. He didn't need to know where Betty and Jug were going to go to have sex.

"Unless," Betty said turning and putting her arm across Jug's waist.

"Unless what?" he asked sliding his hand to neck.

"We could just…" a knock on the door interrupted her.

Knocking before Betty finished her sentence was the only way FP knew to keep as little information in his hands as possible, "can I come in you two?" he asked cracking the door.

Stepping into the room, he took in the discarded books on the floor as well as the clothes thrown about. Slightly shaking his head, "Dad," Jughead started.

"No, I don't want to know," FP said pulling out Betty's computer chair, "look…"

He couldn't concentrate. He didn't want to ask and he wouldn't ask, "alright, give me some reassurance that you two can listen and put your hands on top of the blanket," he said fulling shaking his head.

Betty smiled and sat up in the bed putting her hands on the blanket. Jughead leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek and held her hand while his other rested on top of the blanket.

FP watched the exchange and noticed how Betty had on Jughead's shirt, "your mom is beyond upset," he started looking at Betty, "she thinks you two are too young to be having sex."

Shaking her head, "she's crazy."

"Not crazy," he corrected, "a worried parent."

"What do you think dad?" Jug asked squeezing Betty's hand.

FP rubbed his neck, he had hoped this question wouldn't come up; but that was asking too much when it came to his son and his girlfriend, "I think…" he started and coughed, "I guess…"

Both Betty and Jughead looked at him, "look I know you two have been through a lot together and that brings a different kind of closeness to your relationship," he stated, "but maybe try not to rub it in Alice's face that you have a commitment to each other that most adults don't have."

"FP?" Betty asked, "why doesn't she want us to have sex really?"

"You know the answer, Betty," FP answered.

Nodding, she did. Her mom was worried that she and Jughead would follow in their parent's footsteps and it would end badly.

"Doesn't she care that we love each other?" Betty stated.

"Love and sex are two different things."

"We get that," Jug speaking finally, "dad, I love Betty. I have for a long time."

FP looked at his son and had to hide his smile; he knew that Jughead was in love with Betty, he had known it since the night he gone to dinner with Jug, Fred and Archie, "I know you have."

"FP…"

"Betty, I know you love Jughead."

"Then why can't my mom let us express that?"

"She's scared."

Shaking her head, "I'm not her," Betty whispered wiping her eyes.

Jughead pulled her closer and kissed her head. FP again watched quietly as the two held onto each other.

"Look, I think that this conversation is going to keep happening," he said standing up, "but please think about trying to control those hormonal urges," he smiled, "at least when Alice is home."

Smiling he left the room and leaned against the wall outside of Betty's room. He knew Alice wouldn't be thrilled, but he couldn't ask them stop loving each other anymore than he could ask himself to stop loving Alice.

"Do you think your dad meant what he said?" Betty asked turning to look at Jughead.

Shifting the blanket, "I think he wants to make your mom happy," Jug said pulling Betty down, "but I also think he knows what we're feeling."

"Hm…"

"So," he whispered kissing her neck, "maybe we try to keep our hands to ourselves here at home," he finished as his middle finger circled her clit.

Betty pulled him into a kiss that made him forget his own name. As she traced his bottom lip, he slipped his middle finger into her soaked heat and smiled as she moaned.

"Jug," she whimpered as her hips bucked, "oh god."

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