Betty exhaled his name softly as Jughead moved within her unhurriedly from behind, one arm around her waist - just under her breasts - to hold her tightly against his chest while the other was braced around her hip, teasing her slick folds as she moaned.
Betty's hands were behind her and buried in his dark curls, encouraging him as he bit and sucked on her throat. Jughead suckled on her pulse-point, his nimble fingers rubbing circles on her sensitive nub. He pumped into her faster and harder, both feeling their climaxes quickly approaching.
Suddenly, a loud banging on his door stopped them cold, "Kids, you guys need to come down here. Right now." FP ordered from the other side of the door. The couple groaned, the moment of ecstasy being broken for the moment. Betty tugged on Jughead's hair and turned her head to look into his eyes.
"Your dad has horrible timing, Juggie," Betty panted, her center aching for the release she was just denied. She shifted her hips, trying to get any sort of relief for the burning want that consumed her thoughts. She wiggled against him, whimpering in frustration. "I was so close, Jug. Please, I need to come..."
Jughead chuckled huskily, slowly dragging his cock through her heat before ramming deeply into her without warning and making her gasp. "Mmmm, that may be so, babygirl, but it sounded pretty serious so I think you will just have to be my good girl and wait until tonight to come."
Without warning, Jughead pulled out of her with a devilish smile, standing up to put on his boxers and jeans while leaving Betty a wanton mess on the bed. "But Juggie..." Betty whined, rolling over and rutting her hips against the mattress to find some sort of relief.
Jughead arched his brow, laying on top of her back to stop her movements before he scolded her. "Now, now. I said no, babygirl. Don't make me tell you again," Jughead commanded, swatting her backside for good measure before standing up again to finish dressing. Betty rolled over and gave him a frown as he clipped his suspenders to his jeans.
"You're mean, Jug. Oh, well. Maybe I'll just get myself off while you go downstairs to see what FP wants," Betty taunted, knowing perfectly well what her being a brat did to him. Jughead froze, turning to face her slowly before walking to the edge of the bed. He stepped between her legs and spread them wide till she was gaping for him. He ran his fingers along the inside of her thighs, never quite touching the place she wanted most.
"Oh, really? Well babygirl, I guess if you're going to be a naughty little shit I'll have to show you just how mean I can be," Jughead growled, falling to his knees to attach his mouth to her throbbing sex, driving her to the edge with his tongue and hands repeatedly until she was left a twisted up mess with her nerves on fire. Jughead gave her slit one final lick before standing up to give her a sloppy kiss. "Time to get up, Elizabeth."
Jughead and Betty finally made it out of their room fifteen minutes later, after a lot of frustrating complaining from the latter. Jughead, grinning like a fool, was being very intentional about making her wait for her release but continued to tease her mercilessly as they went downstairs.
Jughead was whispering in her ear, telling her all the dirty things he was planning for them later that evening but when they finally made it to the first landing they stopped. They were both instantly on edge at seeing their parents - plus Charles and Kevin - staring at the television in a state of shock. Betty noticed how frightened her mother looked and dropped Jughead's hand before they both rushed to their parent's sides.
"Mom? Mom, what's wrong? Did- God, did something happen? Did Adam do something?" Alice shook her head and pointed behind Betty's shoulder. Her breath stalled when she turned towards the television screen and saw a startling sight.
The video had been paused on a very revealing image of Betty dancing with a large serpent at the Black Cat in Greendale. It was the same dance she had performed the night that Jughead found her again. Confused, she turned back to face Alice and FP.
"Wha-... Mom, what is this?" Betty asked, her body tensing as she stood frozen to her spot. She felt Jughead stepping up behind her and placed his hands into hers to give her some sense of comfort.
"FP, play it," Alice said quietly, her eyes never leaving her daughter's frightened face. Betty whipped back around as the video started and noticed that - in place of her actual music - there was a different song that had been dubbed over the video. She watched herself on the screen, dancing to the creepiest song she'd ever heard in her life and held her breath.
There is someone walking behind you... Turn around, look at me...
There is someone watching your footsteps... Turn around, look at me...
The video cut abruptly and shifted to a different scene. Betty looked on in horror as she realized that someone had somehow tapped into the security cameras at the Black Cat, videotaping her and Jughead having sex in her dressing room after her show. Everyone in the room except Betty and Jughead's averted their eyes to give the couple some semblance of privacy.
Betty continued watching as the couple on screen argued after they'd finished and she saw the aftermath that she had tried hard to forget: Jughead walking out on her as her broken form collapsed on the floor, screaming out in agony. Tears slowed dripped down her cheeks watching it and she could swear she heard Jughead's breath hitch as he squeezed her hand tighter.
There is someone, who really loves you...
Here's my heart, in my hand... Turn around, Look at me...
Understand, Understand...
The video cut out again, this time to footage of her and Jughead at her home and having sex again, Betty riding Jughead - the serpent on her back almost dancing to the rhythm of her hips - while the person holding the camera watched them through her bedroom window. Betty could clearly hear Jughead grinding his teeth behind her as she clutched his forearms for balance.
When the video began to cut repeatedly to several different scenes of her and JJ playing at the park or running errands around town, footage of her and Jughead at the Whyte Wyrm, and video of Jughead and JJ playing catch in her parents front yard, Betty really loses it.
"What the fuck is this?! Did he- did he send this to you? That sick son of a bitch-," Alice grabbed Betty bicep and turned her to stop her ranting.
"Betty... It's not over," Alice pointed to the television as the music started to fade.
I've been waiting...
But I'll wait forever...
For you to come to me...
Betty watched as the video went silent and cut to footage of her mom's house - Jughead and FP's house - all from the previous day. Scenes of Harvey and FP checking the house for weak points, Betty walking over to Archie and Veronica's, her son and the twins playing outside in the yard. Suddenly, the video shifted one last time to what was dated as the night before, the camera focused on Jughead and Betty's bedroom window where the curtains were drawn.
Betty's mind began to fog over, all the memories of the things he had done to her slowly swallowing her whole as she stared at the screen in panic. The sounds of heavy breathing could be heard, followed by pants and moans from the voyeur as he masturbated while watching the house where he knew she was staying with her family. His moans got louder until he finally finished himself off with a grunt of her name, his breaths growing closer to the recorder until he finally spoke.
"You can run, but you can't hide. I will find you, I will always find you. And next time, I won't make the same mistake I did before. See you soon baby and say hi to Jughead for me..."
Betty felt completely numb when it was over, her legs wobbling underneath like jelly her before she felt herself collapsing into someone's arms. She could hear wails and the distant sounds of someone yelling from somewhere around her but she wasn't sure who or where it was coming from. She felt like she was falling and floating at once, her body and her spirit separating into two different entities Betty was frightened when she couldn't get her vision to clear and panicked when the walls around her started threatening to close in and crush her.
Her skin began to feel like it was shrinking in on itself and she started to claw at the exposed skin of her forearms, her nails digging angry marks along the skin before she could feel dozens of hands grabbing her and holding her down. She struggled, screaming and fighting off her unseen assailants before finally, she felt a pinch in her neck and then everything around her was swallowed up in the abyss she had been struggling to fight off.
"Miss Blossom, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down. I know this must be an overwhelming situation but I can assure you, Miss Jones will be just fine when she wakes up. I am sorry if you feel like we are causing her more harm after her ordeal but it was for her safety. Miss Jones was lashing out at the staff so we had no other choice but to sedate her," a male voice said softly, pulling Betty from her slumber.
She didn't remember much but from the clinical smell and the rhythmic beeping, she could only assume she was in the hospital for some reason. Betty tried to open her eyes but felt sharp pains in her face so she was only able to successfully get one partially opened.
In front of her, she could make out the form of an older gentleman in a lab coat who seemed to be trying his best to claim her visibly shaken and angry cousin. "Cher..." she wheezed, her voice rough and broken. She watched Cheryl turn towards her before practically flinging herself on top of Betty in sobs.
"Oh thank God, B! You're awake, I was so worried about you!" Cheryl cried, her eyes red-rimmed and make-up streaking her porcelain skin. Betty's face softened at the fear in her cousin's eyes before her breath hitched, finally realizing that her son wasn't anywhere to be found.
"JJ... W-Where's JJ, is he hurt?" Betty asked in a strained whisper, desperately trying to remember where her son was. Cheryl shook her head as she explained that JJ was safely being watched over by the nursing staff. Betty felt herself relax but she was still just as confused as she was before. Well, what the hell happened to me? She thought to herself as she watched the doctor move closer to her.
"Miss Jones, do you know where you are right now?" The doctor questioned, taking out his penlight to check the reflex response of her pupils as they spoke.
"The hospital?" She replied hoarsely.
"Ok, good. That's correct. I'm Dr. Sergeant and I'm the physician who has been attending to you since you were brought in last night. Do you know how you got here?" Dr. Sergeant asked. Betty looked at him, furrowing her brow as best she could with the swelling and shook her head.
"That's okay Miss Jones," he turned to speak more to Cheryl than Betty as he quietly explained, "This type of memory impairment can happen with head trauma. She should start to get bits and pieces back a little at a time. It could cause her some anxiety so it is important that she sees a licensed therapist when she is discharged."
"Doctor- is there any chance she won't remember?" Cheryl whispered, hoping that Betty couldn't hear her. Betty glanced at the doctor with her one good eye and waited for his reply.
"It's hard to say, really. Right now, we should focus on getting her better and then we can go from there," Dr. Sergeant said, before telling Betty that he'd be back to see her soon and walked out. Cheryl flopped down into the chair beside her bed and grabbed her hand, squeezing it for comfort.
"What happened to me, Cher?" Betty asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Adam fucking Chisholm, that's what happened, Cousin Betty," Cheryl replied, his name coming out of her mouth like a curse. Betty's gasped for air as the fractured memories from the previous day came flooding back to her.
Angry low murmuring voices was the very first thing Betty became aware of when she felt herself awakening. She could tell that one of them was Jughead but the person he was arguing with was out of place. Cheryl? How did she get here? She wondered. Betty kept still and listened harder to see if she could make out just what they were arguing about.
"Cheryl, now is not the time-," Jughead's voice trembled, whether from anger or anxiety Betty did know.
"No, Hobo King, I think now is the perfect time for this?! How in the hell could you have let them show that to her?" Betty heard her mother's voice trying to interject to no avail, Cheryl raising her voice as she addressed Betty's mother.
"No Alice! You don't know what she's been through, you weren't there. None of you were there. I was there, I was the one who brought her back from the brink more times than should be necessary. I am the one who has been protecting her all these years, so no. I don't want to hear your sorry ass excuses for why you would show her-."
"Cheryl, that's enough. They get the point," Betty groaned.
"Betty!" Cheryl and Jughead shouted in unison, both of them running to the sofa where she had been resting. She couldn't let this argument continue without intervention, not when it comes to Cheryl Blossom. She'd legitimately kill for Betty, as frightening as that idea may be at times, and Betty knew that they didn't mean to trigger her panic disorder in any way. They just all thought she and Jughead should be in the loop on the sick things Adam is continuing to do.
Cheryl reached Betty before Jughead could, throwing herself on top of her golden-haired cousin. "Oh my God, B! Are you okay?! I'm so sorry I wasn't here, I should have-," she choked out before Betty wrapped her arms around her and squeezed. I remember too, Cher. I remember too...
"No Cheryl, it's okay. You couldn't have known. It's okay, I'm okay. I promise," Betty whispered into her hair, tears pricking her eyes. She shushed Cheryl, soothing her as she looked up to meet Jughead's gaze. He looked like he was a complete disarray. His hair was sticking in every direction like he had been constantly pulling at it, his eyes swollen and bloodshot from his tears, the corner of his bottom lip raw from gnawing at it in distress.
Betty's heart ached that she had been the reason for his current state, even though she knew it wasn't her fault and it wasn't something she could control. If years of therapy had taught her anything it was that his voice was a trigger for her, flipping a switch in her mind that sends her spiraling into nothingness. It was the voice she heard in her nightmares, the voice she heard in her mind when she was alone, the voice that haunted her every move for the last four and a half years.
After a few more minutes of Cheryl clinging to her, she finally released Betty and stood up to dry her tears. Betty knew that Cheryl hated anyone to see her vulnerable side but when it came to Betty, that all went out the window. They had already been through too much together for Cheryl not to breakdown when Betty was involved.
When Cheryl stepped back Jughead knelt down beside Betty, his eyes searching hers for any signs of further distress. Betty gave him a weak smile and lifted her palm to his cheek, her brow furrowing when she caught sight the blood underneath her nails. She vaguely remembered clawing at herself but when she looked down, her skin was pristine. That was when her eyes drifted down to Jughead's arms to see long, bloody lines streaking from his wrists to his elbows.
"Oh God, Jug..." Betty gasped, pulling her hand away from his face and covering her mouth in horror. Before her tears could escape, Jughead grabbed her wrist and brought her closer to him, his forehead pressing against hers. Betty gasped for air, her body trembling as she looked at him through watery eyes in apology.
"Don't. Don't you dare apologize, Betts. I'm okay, you didn't hurt me. Trust me, I have dealt with worse. Hey... Do you remember that one time in the trailer? My back was much worse than this," he chuckled as Betty giggled despite her tears and smacked his arm, the others groaning at his statement. None of them needed to know about their sex life, especially from when they were teenagers.
"Boy, Betty just had a panic attack and you're seriously talking about your sex life?" FP said as he rolled his eyes at his son. Jughead shrugged his shoulders and smirked.
"Hey, she laughed didn't she? That's all that matters," Jughead said, turning back to look at Betty. "I promise, Betts. I'm fine, really. I'm more worried about you. Are you feeling okay? You had a bad one this time."
Betty honestly felt fine, better than fine in fact. Normally when she had these episodes she would spiral to the point where she was in a near trance for hours. The only thing that helped her in the past was her meds but she didn't remember taking anything. All she felt was a pinch in her neck and then nothingness.
"Did someone give me something to knock me out?" She questioned. That was the only rational explanation she could come up with for why she was not still in that state.
"Uh, yeah... Sorry, Betty. You were screaming and fighting us when we were trying to stop you from scratching Jug more so Charlie had to tranq you," Kevin replied sheepishly. Betty looked over to Charles who stood behind Kevin, hiding his eyes from her.
"Charles? You normally carry tranquilizers?" Betty asked him, a smile playing on her lips to show him she wasn't angry at him.
"Yeah, uh- perks of the job. You never know when they will come in handy," Charles said, laughing lightly and finally meeting her gaze. "Sorry I had to knock you out, sis."
"No! Really, it's okay, I know how my episodes can be. I'm just sorry that you guys had to see that. I haven't had one that bad in a long time," Betty said, her ears burning in embarrassment. Jughead turned her chin with his finger, shaking his head when she met his eyes.
"Baby, don't be embarrassed about that. We all understand. We know you have been through a horribly traumatic ordeal and there will be times when it will overwhelm you. That's why we're here to make sure you don't have to do it alone," Jughead said, brushing the stray tears from her face with his thumb. Betty leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as he caressed her cheek.
Betty let out a long sigh, keeping her eyes closed and leaning into his touch further. After a few more deep breaths, she opened them and looked at the group. "When did he send us this tape?"
"It was on the doorstep this morning, wrapped in newspaper. He must have waited until we were all in bed to drop it there," Alice stated, concern etched on her face. Betty could see the fear and anger swirling in her mother's eyes at the knowledge that Adam had already tracked her down.
"That means he's been watching me since I moved back to Greendale. Dammit," Betty presumed, covering her face with her hands and taking a few shaky breaths. How could she have thought that he had stopped looking? How could she have let herself be so complacent that she didn't notice him getting so close to her and her son? Suddenly, Betty realized how eerily quiet it was in the house.
"Where's JJ!?" She asked frantically, scrambling to get off the couch. Jughead grabbed her hand, keeping her anchored and pulling her back down to the sofa. Her eyes were screwed shut with fear as he tried to calm her, "JJ's fine, he's downstairs with Sabrina and Harvey. He's okay, baby. I won't let anything happen to him, I swear. You're both safe, Betts."
Betty finally let out a sigh of relief, falling back onto the couch and pressing the heels of her hands onto her eyes. Her worst fear was Adam somehow getting ahold of her son and hurting him just to get to her. He had never directed his rage towards JJ in the past but that was back when Jughead wasn't back in the picture. There's no telling what he'd be capable now that he clearly knows who her son's father is. The thought of what he might do only made her panic more.
"What are we going to do? He knows where we are, he knows that there are vulnerabilities, he knows- Oh God, he knows Archie and Ronnie are right next door! What if-," Betty choked, sitting up quickly ready to run out of the house to save her friends from the unseen threat hovering over them.
"Betty, it's already taken care of. You don't have anything to worry about, Veronica and Archie are fine. Dad already stationed deputies around both properties. I've got the Serpents taking shifts as well. Nothing is going to get past them. Believe me," Jughead said assuredly. Betty sat back, counting her breaths to keep the tension at bay. She knew he was right, there wasn't anything for her to do but wait and let her family help her take care of this situation. Alice walked over and sat down beside Betty, pulling her into an embrace.
"Elizabeth, I promise we aren't going to let this monster anywhere near you. I'll kill that son of a bitch myself if I have to," Alice told her, shocking Betty with her choice of words. Betty looked up at her and could see the deadly look in her mother's eyes and couldn't help but wonder if this was what Serpent Alice Smith looked like.
Betty nodded her head, taking her mother's hand and knowing that she and JJ were surrounded by people who would protect them and not run when things got hard. She hadn't had this in so long that she honestly didn't know how to take it.
Knowing that her family was back together and that she still had a place here was the greatest feeling in the world. She'd spent so much time in the last five years running from the demons of her past but now she had people who would be there to help her conquer them.
"Okay."
"Toni? Yeah, we're fine. Listen, I need you to call in all the reserves. Yeah, I get that but I don't care how long it will take, one of our own is in trouble and we need every available Serpent to come home. Yeah, alright. Thanks, Toni," Jughead said as he ended the call, running his hand over his face as he sighed.
"Everything okay, boy?" FP asked, stepping out onto the back deck and offering a cigarette to Jughead. He took the smoke from his dad and lit it, staring off as he took his first draw.
"Yeah. Toni's just concerned about how long it will take for all our members to slither back into town once they hear from us. She's afraid they won't want to run the risk of getting involved with something like this now that the crew is legit," Jughead explained, blowing smoke out as he raked his hand through his hair.
"Trust me, I know this crew. It won't be very long at all. Especially since most of them know they are getting the order directly from you. Legit or not, you are still the Serpent King," FP stated, giving Jughead a pointed look. He nodded, knowing rationally that his dad was right but still worrying about what would happen next. He toyed with the cigarette, flicking ashes off the deck and gathering his thoughts as he turned to FP.
"Dad, you know if I get my hands on that sick fuck, I'm putting him in the ground, right?" Jughead said plainly, staring into his father's eyes in all sincerity. FP nodded, turning to watch his grandson and step-daughter play with Lizzy and Veronica in the backyard.
"Guess it's a good thing your old man still knows how to dump a body then, huh?" FP replied, "Betty is just as important to me as you, Jelly, and Charlie are, Jug. He won't be getting away with what he has done to her, I assure you."
"Glad we can agree on that, Dad. Now, what do you want to do to lure this son of a bitch out?" FP smiled at his son's question and turned back to Jughead.
"I think this is something we need to discuss this with your brother and Kevin."
Jughead and FP put out their cigarettes in the ashtray by the back door and walked inside to see Charles and Kevin gathered in front of the small television set in the Jones' living room, watching the videotape again for what seemed like the hundredth time. Jughead groaned and was going to speak up but FP beat him to it.
"Dammit, Charlie! At least watch that shit in the basement! If your sister comes in and sees you watching that damned thing again and has another breakdown, I'm-," FP began to scold the two men sternly before Charles switched off the television, popping the tape out of the VHS player quickly and shoving it in his briefcase. He turned to FP red-faced and apologized.
"Sorry, Dad. Kevin and I were just trying to see if we could get anything from the video but I think it would do more good for me to take it to my contact in Midvale to see what she can pick up from it," Charles said, looking at Jughead apologetically. "Jug, I know you probably don't want anyone else seeing this tape but it'll help us find him. It will all be completely off the record, of course. No one else will see it. I promise, my contact will be discreet."
Jughead nodded, not exactly happy about the prospect that other people would see him and Betty in such an intimate way but understanding that this might be the key to catching this guy. And the sooner they stop him, the better. "It's okay, Charlie. I get it. If you trust this person then I'll trust her too."
"That's good to know because Kevin and I have to go meet Ms. Cabot in Greendale to hand off the tape now. Call us if anything else happens, we'll be back as soon as we can," Charles replied, walking into the kitchen to say goodbye to his mother before hugging FP and Jughead.
Jughead watched his brothers walk down the driveway through the glass window and huffed. He hated knowing that this was what Betty had been dealing with for all these practically all on her own. It was a wonder that she hadn't completely given up already but he always knew Betty was a fighter. He was just happy that she didn't have to fight alone anymore.
His heart swelled as he walked back out onto the back deck and watched Betty and Veronica lounging in the shade on a blanket while his son and his goddaughter ran around them playing tag. This was the future Jughead had always dreamt for and he still couldn't believe he was really here in this moment with her.
Betty glanced up and smiled softly when she saw Jughead watching her, waving him over to join them. After hearing about her episode, Veronica had insisted that they spend some time outdoors to clear Betty's head and allow the kids to have a playdate. Betty had to admit, it was helping her more than she thought it would but right now she just wanted to be close to Jughead. He always made her calmer, knew her tells and knew exactly what she needed to overcome the ramblings in her mind.
He started to walk over to her but then his phone started ringing and Betty laughed when he rolled his eyes, holding up his finger as he answered. Suddenly, his smile dropped and his face became very grim before he met her eyes briefly and walked around to the front of the house.
"Hey Ronnie, can you keep an eye on JJ for just a second?" Betty asked, not taking her eyes off the spot where he had just stood. She had a bad feeling in her gut and she needed to make sure that Jughead was okay.
"Go. Whatever that was, it must be important. I've got the kids," Veronica offered, watching the scene with concerned eyes. Betty jumped up, running around the side of the house and almost colliding with a pacing Jughead.
He paused, putting his palm on Betty's cheek while he continued to listen to whoever was on the other line. "Are you sure? Is he-, okay? Dammit, yeah... No, it's okay, I'll go talk to him. Yeah, I will. Don't worry, Fangs. Alright, bye," Jughead said, ending the call and pulling out another cigarette with a shaky hand and lighting it.
"Juggie? What's wrong?" She asked quietly. He looked at her with apprehension for a moment and sighed, taking a draw from his cigarette before he spoke.
"It's Sweets. Fangs has been trying to find him all day and when he went to the trailer, he could hear him inside but it sounded like someone was breaking stuff. He's- Fangs is afraid Sweets might hurt himself," Jughead replied, worried about how Betty would react to the subject of the Serpent who had said all those awful things to her - not to mention, who had a past with Jughead.
"You should go talk to him, Jug. I mean it, go and try to make things right between you two. I know he has problems with me but he's still your family and it sounds like he needs his brother right now," Betty said gently, placing her hands on either side of his face and running her thumbs along the apple of his cheeks.
"We can't leave right now, we have-," Jughead protested, not wanting them to leave JJ right now.
"Not we, Juggie. Just you. I doubt you will get very far with me tagging along. And before you try to argue Forsythe, I will be just fine. No one in this house will let anything happen to me or JJ," Betty reassured him, giggling at his scowl when she used his given name.
Jughead relaxed and leaned into her touch, sighing as she brought her lips to his forehead. "Are you sure you're okay with this? Even after what I told you about me and Sweets?" He asked, still nervous about the situation.
"Juggie, I'm not concerned about your past with Sweet Pea, or Toni, or any other person you were with while we weren't together. You're with me now and will be forever, that's all that matters. I love you so much, Jug," Betty said, brushing her lips against his and pulling him into a deep kiss.
Jughead ran his fingers along her jaw and into her hair as their tongues danced against each other, before pulling away with a smile. "I love you too, Betts."
Jughead swung his leg over his bike and stand his helmet on the seat and swallowed hard before he walked up to the trailer where he'd spent most of his free time over there last few years. He hated to leave Betty alone right now but he knew she was right: this was something he had to do on his own. He was just happy that she understood this whole twisted situation and practically threw him out the front door to make sure that his best friend was okay. Besides, things were already overwhelming enough for her, he didn't need Sweet Pea adding to it with whatever might come out of his mouth if she were here.
Jughead climbed the rickety steps before he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. There was no answer at first but after a few more knocks, it finally swung open to reveal a shirtless and bruised Sweet Pea standing in the doorway with a scowl on his face. His face softened briefly when he saw Jughead standing in front of him but he quickly recovered himself and grunted.
"What are you doing here, Jug?" He demanded but still stepping aside to let him in. Jughead looked around and noticed that the trailer was a complete wreck - like a tornado had run through it and destroyed everything in its path. There were beer and liquor bottles scattered all over the place, some were even shattered against the walls, giving Jughead uncanny flashbacks to his past.
"Sweets...What the hell happened here?" Jughead asked softly, concern for his friend taking over and negating his irritation from the previous day. He knew that signs of drowning your sorrows all too well and his heart broke for his friend. Jughead turned to look at Sweet Pea, who was gazing at the floor as he shrugged his shoulders.
"What does it matter to you, Jug? Blondie is back now so why are you even here, man?" Sweet Pea asked in a small voice, clearly hurting. Jughead never wanted to hurt Sweet Pea, this was one of the reasons he hated himself for using Sweets that night.
"I came here so we could talk..." Jughead paused to take a cleansing breath, "...and dammit it matters because no matter how much of an asshole you are, I still care about you, Sweets. You know that, right?" Jughead replied, stepping towards the towering Serpent and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Sweet Pea flinched slightly when he felt Jughead's hand on him but slowly relaxed. He looked up, his eyes searching briefly for something in Jughead's expression then suddenly he was on him. Sweet Pea surged forward, his hands gripping Jug's hair as he slammed his mouth over Jugheads in a rough kiss. Just as Sweet Pea opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, Jughead pushed him away, stepping back with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Dude, what the fuck!? Why would you do that? You know I'm back with Betty now, why the hell would you kiss me?" Jughead asked, wiping his lips off with the back of his trembling hand. This was not what Jughead had expected would happen when he came here. He just came to see if Sweet Pea was okay and to tell him to back off of Betty but somehow that ended up with an impromptu kiss.
"You said you cared Jug, I thought-," Sweet Pea started, trying to reach out to touch him but stopping when Jughead continued to back away. He began pacing in front of Sweet Pea, running his hands through his hair and trying to understand what just happened.
"Yeah, I care about you - because you're my best friend. I care about you because you are practically my brother, Sweets." Sweet Pea stepped in front of Jughead, stopping him and forcing him to look in his eyes.
"Brothers don't do what we did that night, Jug. Brothers don't feel the things that we felt together and you damn well know it," Sweet Pea said softly, his voice rough from the raw emotions coursing through him.
"Yeah, I do know. But I also know I was really, really drunk and took advantage of you, Sweets. And I'm sorry for that but I don't feel that way about you, or any other man. I don't know what my enjoyment that night means as far as my orientation but what I do know without a doubt is: I love Betty, Sweet Pea. I always have and I always will. And as hurt as I was by her, I even loved her the night we were together," Jughead replied, trying to get through to Sweet Pea that there was never going to be anything between them more than friendship.
Sweet Pea's face contorted at Jughead's words, anger and jealousy taking over the pain he felt in his heart. "Well, she doesn't deserve you! She doesn't-," his voice cracked under the pressure of emotion. "She doesn't love you the way you deserve. She doesn't love you like I-," his voice was watery, trying to fight back tears. "Like I do."
In a fit of rage, Sweet Pea slammed his hands against the trailer wall before he slumped against it, sliding down and hanging his head between his knees as he wept. Jughead's eyes widened as he watched his best friend fall apart in front of him, frozen from the revelation. "What?" Jughead whispered.
"I love you, Jug. I'm in love with you, have been since the day you joined the Serpents. That night when we- everything we did that night meant something more to me. I want you, Jug. I want you to love me like I love you," Sweet Pea whispered, tears falling freely.
Jughead stepped forward, crouching down in front of Sweet Pea and cautiously placing his hands on Sweet Pea's knees as he spoke, "Sweets... I don't know what to say, other than I'm sorry. I shouldn't have used you that night, especially knowing what I know now. I need you to understand that I was in a really bad place and I didn't think things through. I'm sorry if I've hurt you and I do love you, just not like that. I don't think I could ever love anyone else like that other than Betty. She's had my heart since we were four years."
"That bitch isn't worth your love, Jughead," Sweet Pea spat, pushing Jughead's hands away. Jughead growled as stood back up, done trying to be gentle.
"That's enough! No matter how angry you are at me, the next time you talk about her like that I will break your fucking jaw," he seethed, clutching his fists. He cared about Sweet Pea but he sure as hell wasn't going to let him disrespect Betty anymore.
Sweet Pea looked up at him with resentment in his eyes, "Well don't come crying to me when she breaks your heart again, Jones. I ain't gonna be there to pick your ass up this time. And the next time I see Blondie, I'm gonna put that bitch in her place and you won't be able to stop me."
"Stay the fuck away from her, you hear me, Sweets? Be angry with me: hit me, cuss me, call me every fucking name in the book, but leave Betty the hell out of it. If you keep being this way, you won't have me in any capacity: friend, boss, or otherwise. Got it?" Jughead stated coldly before he moved to leave, pausing briefly before turning the knob. He looked back at Sweet Pea and shook his head sadly.
"I will always care about you, man. I'm just sorry it can't be how you want." With that, Jughead walked out the door not looking back. Not even when he heard glass shattering followed by an ear-piercing scream.
Once Jughead was gone and Sweet Pea had spent all his energy destroying his trailer - even more than it was before - he clenched his jaw and pulled out his phone, hitting redial. He heard the line pick up and a man's irritated voice answered on the other end. "Hey, it's me. Yeah, he just left. Have you got eyes on her now? Good. Yeah, I'll meet you in half an hour so we can go over our next move. After we get through, Betty Cooper won't know what hit her."
Around midnight, Jughead stepped quietly into his bedroom to find his girlfriend curled up in his bed, dressed in one of his favorite shirts and his heart squeezed.
He'd texted her after he left Sweet Pea's to let her know he needed some time to clear his head so he drove around for hours, just running everything over in his mind. He had no clue over the years that Sweet Pea felt that way about him. He knew there was a physical attraction but he'd always believed it was just that. And there was never any indication of their encounter being more than a one-time thing.
Jughead wasn't expecting the conversation to take that type of turn and now he had to figure out how to tell Betty what had happened. He thought about everything she'd been through lately and he wasn't sure how she would react to this bombshell. Almost as if she could hear the gears turning over in his mind, Betty woke up and rolled over, stretching out on the bed with a yawn.
"Oh, you're back. I didn't hear you come in, Juggie," she said, a sleepy grin on her lips. She looked so beautiful in the dim lamplight, her hair around her like a golden halo as she stretched her hand out for him.
"I know, baby. I'm sorry I'm so late... Things didn't exactly go well with Sweets," Betty's concerned look as she sat up on her knees, continuing to reach for him, made him hesitate. How the hell am I supposed to tell her what happened?
"What happened, Jug?" She asked, worried but opening her arms wide in invitation. Jughead slipped his boots off, followed by his jeans and a tee-shirt before he crawled into the bed in his boxers. Betty wrapped her arms around him tightly, placing his head on her breast while she ran her fingers through his tangled hair. "What happened, baby. You can tell me."
"When I got there he was a mess. His place was a disaster and he'd- well, he'd clearly been drinking. I have seen that look in FP and myself too many times to not recognize it. I asked him if he was okay and we argued and he-," Jughead choked, not sure of his next words as he whispered, "he said he's in love with me. Said he's been in love with me since I joined the Serpents and said that our night together meant more to him than it did to me."
Betty's body when rigid instantly, her hand pausing in his hair mid-stroke. Well, that certainly explains the hostility, she thought. Betty should have recognized the signs sooner but him being in love with Jughead didn't change anything, at least to her it didn't. "What- um, what did you say to him?" She whispered tentatively.
Jughead lifted his head from her chest, raising his hand to palm her cheek as he looked into her eyes. "I told him the truth. That I am hopelessly and happily in love with you. That it was and will always be you, Betts. No one else could ever replace you in my heart," he replied, pressing their foreheads together. Betty released the breath she didn't even realize she was holding.
"Then what he said doesn't matter. Don't get me wrong, I hate that he is stuck in an unrequited love situation but I am also not willing to give you up without a fight," she grabbed his chin, tilting his head back to gaze into his eyes. "You're mine, aren't you Juggie?"
"Yes," he rasped, "...forever." He leaned in to take her mouth in a passionate kiss before she rolled him onto his back, cupping his face as her tongue explored his mouth. Jughead could already feel himself growing hard as he ran his hands up the back of her shirt, his nails lightly dragging along her soft flesh and making her whimper.
Betty sat back on her knees, slowly pulling her shirt over her head, her hair cascading down around her bare breasts as she pulled the shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Betty sat there for a moment looking like a literal goddess in the soft light before she leaned down, placing soft kisses to his jawline and neck before nipping at his collarbone and sucking a deep purple bruise to the hollow of his throat.
Jughead moaned her name, his hands pulling at her locks as she swirled her tongue around his pebbled nipples before making her way lower, leaving a trail of hot kisses in her wake across his abdomen. She used her nails to scratch lightly at the hairs disappearing into his waistband while she licked and suckled at his hipbones, biting gently and making him grunt in response.
Just as Betty was about to remove his boxers, Jughead stopped her and shook his head. "You don't have to do that, babygirl. I should be giving you what you need since I denied you this morning," he rasped, brushing the stray hairs off her shoulder. He knew that she'd had a rough day and he didn't want her to feel obligated to be intimate in any way.
"I want to, Juggie. Please, let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good, baby," Betty said seductively, running her palm over his already hard cock while she looked up at him with innocent eyes. God, this girl is going to be the death of me... But, there are worse ways to go... Jughead thought as he threw his head back at the sight and nodded, his dick twitching just thinking about having her hot mouth on him.
Betty looped her fingers in the waist of his boxers and slowly pulled them down his legs, running her hands back up and spreading his thighs apart to place herself between them. Jughead held his breath as she lowered herself down, his hips bucking when she placed tender kisses along his length before swirling her tongue around his tip and tasting the salty bead that had already begun to form there. "Fuck, babygirl. You feel so damn good," he keened.
Slowly, inch by inch, Betty took him into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks and squeezing his base as she pulled him back out of her again. Jughead gasped as she sunk all the way down on him, his mind going haywire when he felt himself hit the back of her throat. She pulled him back out and used her hand in tandem with her mouth, swirling her tongue and teasing his tip every so often.
"That's my good girl. Just like that- mmm, take that whole cock, babygirl. Yeah, you're my dirty girl, aren't you? Such a good dirty girl, taking all of my cock," Jughead praised Betty, panting as he told her how good she was and how no one else could make him come the way she could.
Betty moaned at his admiration, her mouth vibrating around him as she bobbed her head faster with each word. "Betty, I don't think I can hold-," he groaned, struggling to finish his sentence as she pulled him out of her mouth with a pop.
"Come for me, Juggie. Come in my mouth so I can see how good you taste," she begged before swallowing him whole again, this time speeding up her efforts even more while cupping and massaging his balls. Jughead could feel himself reaching his climax, his breath coming out in gasps as he flew higher and higher. His hands gripped her hair tighter and he lost control, fucking up into her mouth before he finally spilled himself inside. Betty moaned around his cock, humming as she swallowed every last drop and worked him through the last of his rapturous tremors.
Once he was spent, Betty crawled back up his body, trailing gentle feathery kisses along the way before finally place a soft kiss to his lips. She pulled away after a few minutes of lazy kissing, throwing her shirt back on before grabbing the blanket and placing it over them. She laid back down, curling into Jughead's side and whispering sweet words of affection until they both fell asleep.
Adam's head fell back against the headrest of his car, the lips around his cock suctioning as they pulled up and worked the tip with expert efficiency. He certainly didn't expect this when he was called in for a meeting with his newest accomplice but he wasn't going to complain.
Originally, he said he just wanted to tag along on his stakeout to keep on eye on what Betty was doing with that snake she was fucking. It wasn't until Adam started telling him about his latest tape and his happy ending that the man sitting in his passenger seat asked if he would do it again. Tonight. And let him watch. Adam wasn't one to care about gender or if people watched if it meant he got off so he did it without hesitation.
Adam couldn't help it when worked himself up into such a frenzy that has him too far gone to care when the raven-haired man started to suck him off. It was a definite shock but in his depraved mind, he could control this man just as easily as he could control Betty. He fucked up into his mouth, his hands pulling roughly at the man's short inky locks.
"Mmm, you like that don't you? Take that cock you fucking slut," he gritted as he came deep in the man's mouth. Once the man swallowed his seed, Adam grabbed him roughly by his hair and held his face close. "Have you ever been with a man before?"
"I've done oral and topped a few times," the man panted, his lips swollen from overuse.
"Good, 'cause when we get back to the hotel I'm gonna fuck like you've never been fucked. Now, keep me hard till we get there like a good boy," Adam commanded before shoving the man's mouth back onto his semi-hard erection.
Watching Betty would have to wait for one night...
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Lollipop, lollipop?
Betty's stomach turned as that awful song played on her phone again. She felt her heart ripping in half as she sat at the deserted bus stop, her mind reeling from the things she had said to Veronica - all to save her life.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she answered his call, "I did it. But now I want my question. What will make you stop?"
"You. As long as you continue showing me your devotion."
Betty's voice cracked at his words, knowing she was near the end of her rope. "I can't keep doing this."
"Sure you can. Jughead... the son of a Serpent."
"No," Betty sobbed, dread filling her heart.
"He's not worthy of your love. Cut him out of your life, or I will."
As the line clicked and went dead, Betty felt her entire world crashing in around her. She had already lost so much, she couldn't lose Jughead too...
"If I find him, Julie, I will kill him... You understand me? Whoever this Jughead is, he's a dead man. You. Are. Mine. No one else can have you but me," Adam roared as he kicked Betty in the head again, his boot cutting into the fragile skin of her hairline and soaking her golden locks red. Betty tried to remain conscious but she had already endured so much and she was so tired. She blacked out with only one thing on her mind: she had to save him...she had to save Jughead.
"Juggie? Juggie I-" Betty whimpered as she came to, blood seeping out of her mouth and nose. Every bone in her body ached and she could still feel him lingering over her, waiting. Another hard slap came and jolted her awake.
Betty jolted awake with a start, a fine sheen of sweat over her skin and tears streaking her flushed cheeks. She frantically looked around at the room lit only by moonlight, trying to regulate her breathing and calm down from the nightmare that she had just woken from. She was no stranger to the nightmares but lately, they had been focused around her fear of losing Jughead.
Betty looked over at the sleeping form of the man she loved and she smiled at how innocent he looked when he slept, how much he looked like their son. Then her heart constricted at the thought that someone could use him to get to her just as easily as they could use JJ. She needed to protect her family, needed to make sure that they were safe from harm.
She laid back down, staring at his serene face as he dreamed. "I won't let anyone hurt you, Juggie. Whatever it takes, I will protect you," she whispered lowly, placing a soft kiss to his lips before she snuggled against his chest and fell asleep.
When Betty awoke again, she realized that she was now alone in bed. She rolled over to see Jughead sitting on the window seat wearing only a pair of jeans, smoking out the window while deep in thought. Betty sat up slowly, rubbing her thighs together as she watched him with hungry eyes. When they were sixteen, she never thought in a million years that Jughead could get sexier than he was but damn was she ever wrong.
He had gone from being her sexy loner outcast to the mighty Serpent King and she wanted him just as much, if not more, than when they were together as kids. And each time she looked at him, she could help but fall deeper in love with him. He caught her eye and smiled, flipping his cigarette out of the open window and walking towards her.
"Hey, baby. Did I wake you?" Jughead asked, climbing onto the bed to kiss her lazily. Betty shook her head and hummed against his lips, her hand crawling into his hair. She pulled back and looked at him confused, noticing the tension was back in his shoulders.
"What's got you so twisted up, Juggie?" Betty asked, noting the hint of fear that flashed across his features. She knew that whatever was bothering him it had to be pretty intense to elicit that kind of reaction out of him. "Did something else happen?"
"No, Betts. Everything is ok. I just- there's just a lot on my mind lately and I was just thinking about what all needs to be done," Jughead assured her, brushing her hair off her collarbone before he kissed it.
"Well, I know what we could do to take your mind off-," Betty whispered alluringly, leaning in to kiss him just as their bedroom door swung open and a flurry of tiny human hurricanes descended upon them. JJ jumped onto his father's back, giggling as he latched on while the twins swarmed their aunt and began tickling her.
"Stop..." Betty giggled, her breaths coming out in gasps as she laughed and swatted at them playfully, "Okay, okay! We give up!"
The children ended their assault on Betty and Jughead, the twins smiling like little imps as they got down but JJ remaining attached to Jughead, demanding piggyback rides. Juniper looked at Betty with a grin as she spoke, "Auntie Betty, Nana said you have to wake up and so we can have our pancakes."
"Well Jug, we shouldn't keep these little monsters from their pancakes. Come on now you three, downstairs. The twins don't need to be late for school and we have to go to Greendale anyway," Betty said, waving the children out of the room as she stood up to get dressed.
Once they were alone, Jughead pulled on a tight-fitting black tee-shirt with his distressed black jeans while Betty chose to keep wearing his burgundy S tee-shirt that she slept in. She slipped on a white pair of frayed jean shorts and tied the shirt at her hip to show off a strip of skin on her stomach. Betty pulled her locks up into double messy buns and applied some minimal makeup before slipping into her heels.
When Betty turned around she could see Jughead watching her from the bathroom doorway, his eyes burning with lust. She turned and leaned against her vanity, spreading her legs for him. "Like what you see, Mr. Jones?" She asked in a teasing voice, biting her lip as she gazed at him. Jughead stalked across the room, pinning her against the vanity as he grabbed her hand to place it over the bulge in his jeans.
"What do you think, babygirl?"
"Well, I guess it's a good thing we'll be at the house in Greendale all alone, isn't it Juggie," she whispered, taking his lips in a heated kiss before pushing him away to walk out of the room. "You coming, Jug?" She called out. Jughead grinned and chased after her.
"No, but I will be soon."
After they ate their breakfast and spent the morning with their family, Betty and Jughead drove his bike to her house in Greendale to pick up the GTO and to get some more clothing for her and JJ since it looked like they might be staying in Riverdale for a while. Everything seemed normal until they pulled up to her house and Betty noticed something seemed to be off.
Jughead felt it too and came to a stop in front of the garage, stepping off the bike quickly and snatching off his helmet. As Betty took off hers, she saw Jughead hold his finger to his lips before he pulled out his switchblade. He motioned for Betty to follow him closely and saw that the front door was pried open. As they stepped inside, they immediately saw that the place had been completely trashed.
They could see from where they stood in the foyer that the kitchen and living room had been ransacked, papers and broken glass everywhere in sight. Betty slipped her hand over her mouth to silence her whimpering as they started to walk into her home - her sanctuary - and assess the damage. Jughead stopped abruptly and gently pushed her into the coat closet by the front door, looking at her sternly as he spoke.
"Stay here, don't come out until I come to get you. Got it?" He asked. Betty nodded fearfully and watched as Jughead pulled a large umbrella from the stand by the door, handing it to her. "Anyone but me opens this door, I want you to go all Sydney Prescott on their asses," he whispered, kissing her roughly before closing the door.
Betty stood there listening to the sound of her own heartbeat, praying in silence for what felt like an eternity before finally there was a soft knock at the door. She froze but sighed in relief when she heard Jughead's voice on the other side, "Betts, it's just me. I'm coming in, don't get stabby."
As soon as the door opened, Betty flung herself into Jughead's arms and sobbed, gripping him tightly as relief washed over her. "Oh my God, I'm so glad you're okay. Juggie, was it him? Was it Adam?" When she pulled away, she noticed how pale he had become and her heart thumped harder against her sternum, "Jug?"
"Betts, you- you just need to come and see for yourself," he said, his voice trembling as he held her close. Betty stepped back and followed him on shaky legs making her way through the house and down the hall to her bedroom. Jughead looked at her for a moment and swallowed hard before pushing the door open.
The horrific sight inside the room left Betty crying out in fear, bile rising in her throat at the scene before her. There, splattered across the white linen bedspread and on the walls, was dried blood. On the wall directly above her bed, someone had nailed a decomposing black cat with a message smeared in what they hoped was the animal's blood and not someone else's.
I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD... ALL THOSE WHO ESCAPED ME BEFORE WILL DIE... B.H.