On Saturday evening, Betty is boxing up the insane amount of cookies she had baked last night when there's a knock at the door.
"Oh thank god," she breathes, wrapping her arms around her one and only girlfriend.
"I have daddy's credit card, a suitcase full of amazing wine I snagged from his cellar, bubble bath and a whole slew of mud masks to choose from."
"You are the best," Betty grins.
"I know," Veronica teases with a shrug. "Now tell me about this guy."
"Uhg," Betty groans, dragging veronica by the wrist to sit on the couch. "Pizza first," she says, dialing the nearest place that delivers and placing an order for a large cheese pizza.
The two of them change into oversized sweats, spreading a deep sea mud musk on their faces before sitting on the couch with their feet soaking in basins of bubble bath.
"So this guy," Veronica reminds her.
"Jughead," Betty corrects.
"I'm sorry, what," Veronica chuckles lightly.
"His name," she says, "it's Jughead."
Veronica does her best to hide her grin, "Oh this is going to be good."
Over the course of the next hour, Betty spills every detail of the last couple of days to Veronica. She leaves nothing to the imagination, painting a clear picture of what exactly she's dealing with and Veronica is left momentarily speechless.
"Wait," Veronica cuts in. "So he wanted you to blow him and then when you did he just, left?"
"I don't even know," Betty sighs. "How the hell am I supposed to go back to work on Monday after that?"
Veronica thinks for a moment, shrugging when she comes up short. The two of them head into the bathroom together, scrubbing off their masks and applying some rose scented serum Veronica got in France before returning to the couch. They manage to finish off the last few slices of pizza, getting lost in a cake decorating competition they'd stumbled upon on TV.
"We're going out," Veronica declares suddenly.
"What? Now," Betty questions, noting the pizza sauce stain on the front of her t-shirt and the greasiness of her unwashed hair.
"Yes. Now," Veronica says with excitement, pushing Betty into the bathroom for a shower before she can object.
Twenty minutes later, Betty comes out of the bathroom, hair washed and freshly shaven all over. Veronica promptly drags her to her bedroom where she proceeds to dig through her closet.
"Ah ha," Veronica beams as she pulls out a pair of cut off shorts.
Betty rolls her eyes before even seeing them. She knows the exact pair Veronica found and she also knows that they hardly cover her ass, which is precisely why they were in the back of her closet.
Moving on to her dresser, Veronica pulls a white tank from her pajama drawer that hasn't fit her properly since the eighth grade and tosses both articles onto the bed.
"I can't wear this," Betty laughs.
"You can and you will," Veronica says with finality. "Ooh and these." She holds up a pair of strappy nude heels, smiling from ear to ear as Betty rolls her eyes.
It takes nearly an hour, but by 9:30 both Betty and Veronica are ready to hit the town. Betty stands in her full length mirror, finding herself quite impressed by what she sees. Her legs look long and lean in her heels, her ass round where it peeks out from beneath the frayed edge of her denim shorts. She has to admit, Veronica had been right, as usual, about the top. It's a simple ribbed white tank that hits her perfectly at the dip of her waist, leaving her navel and hip bones exposed. Its worn quality has left the fabric a bit sheer and without her bra, her pierced nipples are on full display for anyone who chances a look. It makes her feel powerful to be so in control of her body; in control of the reactions she can encourage with a deliberate choice of clothing. That power is something she has always longed to have, emulating people like veronica as her mother suppressed her right to be a woman beneath high collared sweaters and mom jeans. Tonight, like many nights out with Veronica, she is in control, from her long flowing blonde locks to the blood red polish on her toes. Gone is Alice's good girl, and in her place a sexy vixen with the desire to be seen by one man alone.
"I assume you've guessed by now where we're going," Veronica says as she looks herself over in the mirror. She had opted for a similar get up, wearing instead a flowy black cami in contrast to Betty's fitted white tank.
"I could guess," she nods, grinning nervously.
Veronica grins from ear to ear. "Let's go show that cock block who's in control."
Outside the Whyte Wyrm, Betty is freaking out a little bit. She's about to walk into a bar full of dangerous men in leather with her breasts on full display and she's not exactly sure how she feels about that.
"You ready," Veronica questions, offering her hand.
"As I'll ever be," she nods, taking Veronica's hand as they walk through the doors.
Much the same as the last time she was here, an eerie silence falls over the entire bar as they walk into the room.
Betty swallows hard, steeling herself before calling out, "as you were," with as much confidence as she can muster.
A few eyes linger, but slowly the chatter ensues, Betty's heart fluttering with relief.
"Well, well princess," Toni snickers as the girls approach the bar. "You got balls coming in here like that, shutting up a bunch of nasty old men like you were Jughead himself."
Betty laughs as she takes a seat at the bar, "what's up with that anyways?"
"Figures he didn't tell you," Toni huffs as she pours Betty a bourbon. "Jugs the big man on campus around here. He's our leader."
"I'm sorry," she nearly spits out her drink, "he's your what?"
"Yep," Toni laughs, "runs the whole show since FP went and got himself thrown in the brig. What can I get you sweetheart?" She turns her attention to Veronica.
"Cognac on ice," she says politely earning a wink from Toni as she prepares her glass.
Betty finally snaps out of her mental short circuit to furrow her brow at Toni. "What the fuck did they listen to me for?"
Toni laughs, "Respect," she says simply. "You took the words right out of his mouth and everyone here saw you with him the other night."
"I was here with Sweet Pea," she argues.
"Debatable," Toni shrugs before moving to the other end of the bar.
"Unbelievable," Betty huffs. "He's not even here and the whole place thinks he owns me."
"You did let him mark you," a familiar voice says close to her ear.
"Sweet Pea," she says with a veil of relief as she turns to face him. "Oh god, I'm so sorry I yelled at you."
"Water under the bridge," he shrugs. "That whole day was a shit show."
Betty laughs in agreement. "Oh, Pea, this is my bestie-"
"Veronica Lodge," she purrs, offering her hand to him.
With a smirk on his lips, Sweet Pea takes her hand, kissing her knuckles tenderly. "You never told me you had a hot friend," he huffs playfully at Betty.
"Well, I am now," she argues. "Hot friend, meet other hot friend. Now mingle." She laughs as she gets up from her seat, shooting a wink at Veronica before going to find the restroom.
She head's for the back hallway, remembering seeing a restroom sign when Pea had tugged her around the corner the other night. It's dimly lit and a bit of a struggle, but she finally finds the bathroom. Inside, she looks herself over in the mirror, grateful that Veronica had gone easy on the makeup since she's begun to feel a bit like a cheap whore in this place. She takes a few deep breaths, just needing a moment to clear her head before exiting the small bathroom. She's about to turn back to the bar when another door catches her eye. In almost slow motion she approaches it, reaching for the handle-
"You trying to get gangbanged," an angered, yet somehow familiar voice growls in her ear as she's grabbed from behind. A slight scream escapes her lips before his hand claps over her mouth. "Relax," he coos, pressing a gentle kiss to the pulse in her neck.
With a quick maneuver, Betty spins around pinning him to the wall with her forearm against his throat, "Jughead?"
"Christ Betty," he laughs.
"What the fuck is wrong with you," she grits, forcefully dropping her arm and taking a step away from him.
"What the fuck is wrong with me," he questions. "You walk into my bar damn near naked, order my men to stand down like you own the place and you have the audacity to ask what the fuck is wrong with me?"
"Yes," she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she glares at him.
Jughead laughs humorlessly, shoving past her to open the door she had been approaching upon his appearance.
"Upstairs," he orders, leaving no room for argument with his damn near lethal expression.
Again, Betty does as she's told, cursing herself for being unable to disobey him the entire way up the stairs.
When they reach the top, Jughead unlocks the first door among a few others and ushers her inside. As he flicks on the light switch, a surprisingly neat apartment comes into view. The kitchen is small, just a fridge and stove with a short counter enough for a sink, but the small breakfast bar at the center offers a bit more counter space.
As they pass through the open floor plan, Jughead picks up an empty chip bag from the small grey couch against the wall to toss it on the coffee table. He leads her to his bedroom, pointing at the bed for her to sit as he goes to the small closet on the far wall. Betty keeps quiet as she looks around his room. There's really nothing to it, a full sized bed against the wall opposite his closet, covered a bit haphazardly by a thin grey comforter and a small nightstand wedged between the bed and other wall.
"Put this on," he demands, though his tone is far less intimidating than it had been downstairs.
"No," she refuses, making a face of disgust as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Betty," he warns, thrusting the navy blue t-shirt towards her.
"I like what I'm wearing," she clips, staring him dead in the eye as they glare at one another.
"You want to wear that, fine. Wear it at work, wear it at the grocery store, I don't care, but you're not wearing it here," he says with finality.
With a huff, Betty grabs the t-shirt from his hand and stands forcefully from the bed, resisting the urge to stomp her feet and throw a teenage Betty style fit. She hates him for this, making her feel the way her mother always had, taking away her right to dress how she pleases, but she's angrier that he's right. He's just trying to protect her from a bar full of rough men, but she'll never give him the satisfaction of knowing she understands. Instead, with her eyes locked on his in a disgruntled stare, she pulls her tank top over her head, taking her time to drop it to his bed as his eyes rake over her naked chest. She smirks with the tense of his jaw before pulling his t-shirt over her head. It's far too big, swallowing her frame to hit her mid-thigh. His eyes remain fixed on her, his hands clenched into fists at his side as she ties up the hem to reveal her shorts.
"Can I go now," she questions in annoyance.
Jughead only nods, letting a strained huff of air as she grazes him over his pants on her way out.
"What the hell are you wearing," Veronica inquires as Betty takes a seat at the bar.
"Don't ask," she sighs, rolling her eyes as Sweet Pea begins to snicker.
"I told you he was territorial," he laughs, earning a glare from Betty and a look of confusion from Veronica. "Jug made her change," he explains. "Can't let the whole bar get off on his girl's tits."
"He is not my boyfriend," Betty huffs, dropping her head to the bar.
"Oh honey," Toni coos, sliding a freshly poured glass of bourbon her way.
Far too many drinks and a sloppy game of pool, girls against Sweet Pea, later, Betty and Veronica find themselves being led upstairs.
"What the fuck Pea," Jughead grumbles, catching Betty against his chest as she stumbles over her own feet.
"They're trashed," Sweet Pea explains, holding up Veronica with an arm around her waist.
"No shit," Jughead grumbles, tugging Betty's hand away from where she's grabbed a handful of his dick over his boxers. "Fuck'd you bring them up here for?"
"I don't know how they got here and its late," he shrugs.
Jughead sighs. "Fine- Christ Betty, stop that," he scolds, removing her other hand from his pants as Sweet Pea leads a wobbly Veronica inside.
Sweet Pea takes care of Veronica, setting her gently on the couch and removing her heels. Jughead lowers Betty to the couch beside her and Sweet Pea removes her heels as well while Jughead fetches a couple of extra pillows and blankets. Upon his return, Betty gets up from the couch, faltering slightly with the too quick maneuver before throwing herself into Jughead's arms. The pillows and blankets drop to the floor as he catches her with one arm around her waist, struggling to keep a grin off his face as she smiles up at him.
"Be a gentleman," he reminds Pea, earning a curt nod before he practically drags Betty to his room
No sooner than he closes the door behind him does Betty attack his face. She kisses him hard and he allows it for only a moment before urging her back.
"Sit," he commands, lowering her by her shoulders to his bed. She immediately goes for his waistband and he barely manages to catch her wrist before she can tug it down.
"Juggy," she whines, dropping to her back on his bed.
Jughead can't help but chuckle at the new nickname and the pitiful pout of her lips for being denied what she wants. She stretches her arms over her head, his knotted t-shirt rising on her abdomen to reveal sharp hip bones and he swallows hard. He wants her too, far more than he's ever wanted anyone, but he's not a complete jackass. With a steadying breath, he pulls the button on her shorts, shimmying them down her thighs easily with her eager help and tugs the knot on her shirt undone.
"Come on princess," he chuckles, hauling her squirming frame up the bed to tuck her in. He then flicks off the light and crawls in beside her.
"Juggy," Betty whines, rolling to her side to throw her leg across his, her hand sitting low on his abdomen.
"Behave," he grumbles, covering her hand with his to keep her from traveling lower.
"You're a cock block," she complains, her brow set into a scowl with her eyes closed sleepily.
"I'm a cock block," he laughs, raising a brow in her direction.
"Yes," she pouts. "You're blocking your own cock from me."
Jughead laughs, "Betty, you're drunk. Go to sleep."
"I don't want to sleep," she whines. "I want to put your dick in my mouth."
Jughead lets a shaky sigh as her lips press against the pulse in his neck, his cock throbbing to attention as her fingers tickle at the trail of hair beneath his navel, regardless of his firm hold on her hand.
"Please Juggy," she breathes against his ear, sending a shiver straight to his cock where it twitches beneath his boxers.
"Betty," he warns. "Sleep."
With a disgruntled sigh, Betty rolls over in a huff, leaving Jughead to desperately calm the fuck down.
The next morning, Betty wakes to what feels like the direct beam of a flashlight burning into her retinas. She lets a pained groan as she pries her eyes open, finding not a flashlight, but the sun shining through the thin seams of blinds on the window. A wave of confusion settles over her as she looks around trying to figure out where she is. It feels vaguely familiar, but she can't quite place it. Sitting up, she tosses her wild hair to one side, her elbows rested on her knees before a sharp gasp escapes her lips.
"Fuck," she whisper yells, raking her hair back as she stares down at a boxer clad Jughead beside her in his bed. "Shit."
"You ok," Jughead mumbles, his eyes barely slits as he lazily props himself on his elbow.
"Did we fuck," she worries, biting her lower lip as she impatiently awaits his reply.
"You'd know if we fucked," he grins slyly.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean," Betty scoffs, irritated that even half asleep his stupid smirk is sexy as hell.
Jughead sighs, sitting up against the headboard. "We didn't fuck."
"How did I even get here," she wonders aloud. "Shit where's Veronica?"
"Relax. She's on the couch with Pea," he says lazily. "You guys were trashed and he brought you up here to crash."
Betty nods. "And we didn't fuck?"
"Nope," he shakes his head. "You did beg to suck my dick though, called me a cock block and everything."
"I did not," she argues, scowling at the smug grin on his face.
"Oh but you did," he teases.
"You're an ass," she scowls.
"Hey," he scoffs, "I'd like to think I'm pretty gentlemanly for resisting your incessant pleading to put my dick in your mouth."
Betty glares at him, her annoyance slowly becoming something of admiration. "Why did you?"
"I don't take advantage of drunk girls," he shrugs, ruffling his hair. "And I didn't want you to wake up regretting anything."
"Thanks," she says softly, offering a gentle grin as she brings her cheek to rest on her knee.
Jughead only nods, startling slightly as Betty hugs him around the waist. Hesitantly, he brings a hand to the back of her head, smoothing out her messy blonde hair as she nuzzles her cheek against his bare chest. They stay like that for a long while, Jughead mindlessly playing with her hair as her thumb skims lightly over his ribs. He finds himself oddly content, considering he's never been one for cuddling, but he has to admit it's nice. Maybe it's just her.
At some point, Jughead dozes off and Betty makes a careful exit to find the bathroom. She pauses in the living room, smiling at Veronica asleep on the couch, her arm hanging over the edge where her fingers are threaded into Sweet Pea's hair. Honestly, she hopes they hit it off last night. After Veronica's last boyfriend, she could use a good guy like Pea, and if anyone deserves her, it's him.
Upon her return from the bathroom, Jughead is awake again, standing in the doorway of his closet in search of clean clothes. With a smirk on her lips, Betty silently crosses the room, wrapping her arms around to his front from behind. He stills as she runs her hands down his abdomen to grip his thighs either side of his rising erection.
"Betty," he warns, but she ignores him, cupping the bulge forming beneath the thin fabric of his boxers and giving a gentle squeeze.
In an instant he has her pinned against the wall, her arms held over her head with both her wrists locked in place by one of his large hands.
"I never said you could have that," he growls, pressing his swollen erection firmly against her with a forward thrust of his hips.
"But I want it," she whines, wiggling her hips in an attempt to stimulate herself with his arousal.
"Then behave," he commands.
Betty only nods, stilling her movement and earning the release of her wrists. With his hand cupped under her jaw, he presses a tender kiss to her lips, pulling away just slightly before diving back in. Betty meets his kisses enthusiastically, her tongue flicking out to bump against his. Never in her life has a simple kiss ignited such a need within her and she's struggling hard not to rub herself against him. His lips trail to her neck, his teeth nipping at her smooth skin and she caves, her hands trailing down his abdomen to grip him over his boxers. With a shaky sigh, he's gone, pulling a t-shirt from its hanger as she reels against the wall.
"What the fuck Jug," she grits angrily.
"I told you to behave," he replies simply as he pulls his shirt over his head.
Betty sighs. "How can you even do that," she questions in disbelief. "Don't you get blue balled or whatever."
"Sure do," he nods. "I'll take care of it."
"Oh no you won't," she argues.
"Excuse me," he scoffs, raising a brow in her direction.
"You want to play games, let's play," she challenges. "Fuck with me all you want, but you're not allowed to get yourself off either."
"And who the hell's gonna stop me," he laughs.
Betty shrugs. "Guess you'll just have to be honest. I'm sure it will be fairly easy to tell if you have or not."
"Fuck you," he laughs, "I'm not doing that."
"Fine," she shrugs, picking her shorts up off the floor to slip them on. "See you Monday."
And with that, Betty goes out to the living room, collecting Veronica and kissing Pea on the head before taking her leave.
Betty and Veronica spend the rest of the afternoon nursing their hangovers, vowing never to drink that much again, a vow they've made countless times before. Veronica relays her memories of the night, confessing that she may or may not have had sex with Sweet Pea on Jughead's couch.
"Veronica," she scolds through laughter.
"What," she laughs. "He didn't make it easy. He kept trying to get me to go to sleep but once I got my hands on him he gave in."
"Was it good," Betty questions with intrigue. "He seems like he'd be good."
"Spectacular," Veronica gushes, feigning a moan as she fans herself dramatically. The two of them break into easy laughter and spend the rest of the afternoon in a similar state of groggy enthusiasm until Smithers arrives to bring Veronica back to New York.
After a much needed bubble bath, Betty gets herself into bed, preparing herself to face Jughead in the morning.
"Who pissed in your cheerios," Sweet Pea laughs as Jughead enters the shop with a heavy scowl.
"Fuck off," he grits, heading straight for the office to punch in. He pauses in the doorway, letting a disgruntled groan as he's reminded of Betty on the desk, his fingers inside her and her state of arousal as she writhed on her knees at his feet, the way she eagerly sucked his tip between her supple pink lips.
"Someone's grumpy this morning," Betty remarks from behind him.
Jughead drives a hard glare over his shoulder before punching in. Upon turning around, he comes face to face with Betty, her big green eyes, gazing knowingly up at him from beneath her lashes.
"Do you want something," he grits, having absolutely no patience for whatever this is.
"I do, but you won't let me have it," she shrugs. "You look tense Juggy," she coos, his name on her lips urging his scowl to deepen.
"Yea, well you'd be tense too if your balls felt like they might explode," he grits.
Betty stifles a laugh, "Poor baby."
"Fuck you," he scoffs, pushing past her to get to work.
The morning goes by in painfully slow motion for Jughead. He can't even focus with Betty wiggling her ass in her tiny fucking shorts every chance she gets. She's not playing fair and he's growing more and more impatient by the second. The moment he sees her go into the office to clock out, he high tails it after her, locking the door behind him.
"Hi juggy," she purrs.
"Cut that shit out," he grits.
"What," she questions.
"You know what," he clips. "Wiggling your ass in front of me, bending over so your tits pour over your top, and that fucking nickname."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she shrugs as she comes close enough to walk her fingers along his abdomen.
With a forceful hand he shoves her to her knees, hastily undoing his pants with the other and pushing her head towards his waiting erection. It bumps her lips, but Betty makes no attempt to do anything about it.
Jughead laughs in disbelief. "Now you want to behave?"
"I have to go to class," she tells him, her breath tickling at his oversensitive tip, causing it to throb and bump against her lips once more.
"Fuck," he whines, gripping his cock in his fist as he releases his grip on her hair.
Betty comes up to stand in front of him, swiping her index finger along the underside of his length, and brings the bead of precum she finds there to her lips to sucks it clean off with a devious smirk.
"Sucks when you can't have what you want, doesn't it Juggy," she snickers, taking her leave to head to class.
"Fuck this shit," he grumbles to himself as he zips up his jeans.
"I'm going on break," he calls to Tall Boy as he storms out of the garage. He makes a beeline for his truck, slamming the door hard before opening his jeans. He lets a low grunt, his face screwing up as he strokes himself furiously.
"What the fuck," he grits, covering himself with the hem of his shirt with the metallic crash of the passenger door.
"I knew you were weak," Betty scolds earning a hard glare from Jughead. "Well, go on then."
"What," he scoffs. "No fucking way."
Betty waits expectantly, her brow raised as she challenges him to proceed. His eyes squint into a hardened glare and he zips up his jeans, getting out of the truck and slamming the door hard behind him.
"Bye Juggy," she calls as she hops out of the truck, laughing as he throws up his middle finger in reply.
At 3:30pm, Jughead steps out for a smoke, awaiting Betty's return. She should be arriving any minute and he's going to call all of this off. As he takes his last drag, Betty pulls in. He watches her with a scowl on his face as she gets out if her car and begins to walk towards him.
"Still reeling I see," she teases upon her approach.
"I'm done," he grits.
"You're done," she repeats, "we just started, and need I remind you, you did this to yourself."
"The fuck I did," he scoffs.
"Does this little game usually work with other girls," she questions, "because it really backfired didn't it."
The pleased smirk on her lips succeeds to piss him off further and he's had enough of whatever this is. In an instant, he has her pinned against the wall, his mouth on hers as he forces her hips against his with a hard tug on her belt loops.
"You're gonna jerk me off," he commands jaggedly against her ear, "and then you're going to behave and I might give you what you want."
"That doesn't sound very fair Juggy," she breathes against his ear, hooking her leg around his backside to tug him closer.
"Come on Betts," he whines, "I'm begging you."
"I have to get to work," she shrugs, pecking him on the cheek before slipping out of his hold and disappearing inside.
This goes on for weeks, Betty teasing him relentlessly, every chance she gets and for whatever reason his dumb ass has obeyed her demand of not being allowed to get off. He hasn't had a wet dream since he was sixteen and it's become an almost nightly occurrence. He hates every second of this stupid game they're playing, yet some sick part of him loves it. He's always been one for control, he likes to make the demands and dictate when and if a woman is deserving of his cock. Betty is the first woman to disobey him entirely and if he was allowed to, he'd get off on it.
"We still on for drinks tonight," Sweet Pea asks Betty as she helps him with a tire change.
"Absolutely," she nods. "Ok if I bring V?"
"Veronica," he questions excitedly. "Shit yea. I mean, yea cool. Fine by me."
Betty laughs, "I know you slept with her."
"Oh. Right," he acknowledges sheepishly. "I wasn't going to, I swear. She was drunk and I'm really not that kind of guy, she just-"
"Relax," she laughs.
"You're not mad," he wonders.
"Why would I be mad," she chuckles. "Veronica's a big girl. She can sleep with whoever she wants, and honestly I'd rather it's you since I know what a sweetheart you are."
"Fuck off," he laughs.
Later that night, Betty and Veronica prepare for another night at the Wyrm. Veronica goes more with her usual classy look this time, a black bodycon dress with black pumps and hoop earring, but Betty goes more casual. As much as she enjoys pissing Jughead off, she knows how he feels about her revealing too much skin at the bar. She also knows how much he enjoys looking at her ass when she wears her high waisted black leggings, so that's exactly what she chooses to wear, paired with an army green cropped tee and her white chucks. She doesn't do much with her hair, just giving her natural waves a healthy dose of dry shampoo for some volume and applies her regular mascara and strawberry lip balm.
Much the same as their last visit, Smithers drops them off at the Wyrm. Only a few people stare this time with Betty on her way to becoming a regular, and Toni has their drinks ready before they even reach the bar.
"You are a godsend," Veronica tells Toni, promptly sipping at her drink.
"What can I say," she grins. "Gotta treat my girls right. Lord know those two dumbasses have no idea what they're doing."
The three of them share a laugh, snickering as Sweet Pea and Jughead approach the bar.
"You've become quite the regular these days boss," Toni remarks. "Betty here must have really sunk her teeth in to get your ass down here."
"Oh, no, we're not together," Betty cuts in, earning a hard glare from Jughead. "Just friends, right boss?"
There's a slight raise of his brow as the word boss on her lips does strange things to him before he reels himself in.
"Just get me a drink," he orders, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
As the night goes on, they somehow find themselves at the pool table, yet again. This time it had been Veronica who had suggested they play in teams, Betty and Jughead versus her and Sweet Pea. Jughead had been hesitant, but both Pea and Betty responded with enthusiasm. Currently, Betty is bent over the pool table, much the same as she had been upon her first visit with Pea. He can't keep his eyes off her tight ass wrapped in spandex as she shifts slightly from foot to foot.
"Juggy," she calls over her shoulder. "Will you help me with this shot?"
Jughead sighs, cursing internally because he knows exactly what she's doing. Regardless, he stands behind her, his arms draped over hers as he helps her position her shot. He can hardly focus with the subtle wiggle of her ass against his deprived cock and he misses the shot, earning snickering laughter from Sweet Pea as he and Veronica celebrate with high fives.
"Oh don't pout," Betty teases as she turns to face him.
"You did that on purpose," he complains, Betty holding back her smirk as it threatens to break across her lips.
On Veronica's turn, she sinks the last ball, assaulting Sweet Pea with a celebratory kiss. The two of them promptly disappear, leaving Betty and Jughead alone.
"Come get another drink with me," Betty says, grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind her to the bar. Toni serves them as they take their seats.
The two of them sit side by side in a silent stare down as they sip their drinks. It's not until Sweet Pea and Veronica return, hair mussed and clothes slightly askew that their silence is broken.
"Going out for a smoke, you in," Sweet Pea says to Jughead as he taps his pack of cigarettes against his palm.
Jughead only nods, relieved to have an excuse to put some distance between he and Betty. His relief is quickly shattered with the realization the Veronica is joining Pea and bringing Betty along with her.
Outside, both Jughead and Sweet Pea lean back against the brick. Veronica assumes a comfortable position leaned back against Sweet Peas chest, his arm draped lazily around her shoulders to stroke his fingers along the valley of her breasts as she lights his smoke. Jughead lights his own cigarette, eyeing Betty beside him where she's leaned back against the brick as well. He knows she wants to be close to him, he can tell by the way she glances longingly at Sweet Pea and Veronica being mushy and gross. Thumbing his lip in contemplation, he gives in.
"C'mere," he mutters around his cigarette.
Betty's eyes shift to his, a look of surprise making them sparkle in the moonlight before she pushes herself off the wall. Grabbing her gently by the wrist, he tugs her in front of him, pulling her flush against him with a strong arm around her waist from behind. He ducks his head, dropping a quick peck to the pulse in her neck. She leans back comfortably into his embrace as he pulls away for a drag off his smoke. Despite himself, he's growing painfully hard with just the round of her ass against him. Regardless of how innocent their embrace is, it has him ready to blow. Lately he's felt like a teenager with uncontrollable hormones, and the subtle shift of Betty's hips tells him she has most definitely noticed.
"Behave," he growls against her ear, his voice low and husky as she rubs against him.
Glancing up at him, a sly grin crosses her lips, being met with a scowl and a subtle shake of his head. She breaks into sudden conversation with Veronica, discussing how college in New York has been going for her as she presses her ass harder against him. He shudders at the pressure, his fingers digging hard into her hip bone in a silent plea for her to be still. Despite his efforts to still her, he finds himself shifting his hips, desperate to gain friction without being obvious. Betty continues to talk with Veronica as she tortures him, the coil in his groin tightening, threatening to snap at any moment. He tugs her hard against him, burying his face in her neck to muffle the grunt he can't even begin to hold back as his tortured cock throbs against her, spilling hot and thick in his jeans. He stays there a moment, allowing his shaky breath to level out before dropping his head back against the brick and finishing his smoke. Veronica and Sweet Pea head inside, Betty calling after them that she'll be right in.
"You proud of yourself," he grumbles.
"I mean, you came in your pants," she shrugs, a proud grin taking over her face.
"I told you to behave," he reminds her.
"Do I ever?"
"Oh you're going to," he grins slyly. "See, I'm not so desperate anymore, and you princess, are going to bend to my rules now."
"Am I," she challenges.
With a quirk of his brow, he forces her to her knees and pulls open his jeans, fisting his still semi erect cock. "Clean up the mess you made."
With a glare, she leans forward, sucking his tip between her lips, lapping at the sticky bit of fluid there with her tongue. She quickly becomes overly eager, taking him further. With a heavy hand on the back of her head he thrusts her forward, his hips bucking to push his length into the back of her throat. He holds her there for just a moment.
"Enough," he commands, pulling her back by her hair as she releases him with a pop.
Betty stares up at him with glazed eyes, scowling slightly as he tucks himself away.
"I'm going to change," he says flatly as he helps her up off the ground. "Go sit at the bar with our friends and show me you can be a good girl."
Without another word he disappears around the corner and Betty follows his orders, heading back inside to join Veronica and Sweet Pea at the bar.
"So what'd I miss," Betty questions as she enters into whatever Sweet Pea and Veronica are whispering about.
"Uhm," Veronica says sheepishly, "We were just discussing how to ask you about me maybe cutting out on our girl time to spend the night with Pea?"
"What do you have to ask me for," Betty laughs.
"I just- we don't see each other a lot anymore with me at school and I don't want you to think I'm ditching you and-"
"V," Betty cuts in, "Its fine. Stay at Pea's and we can check in tomorrow morning. Breakfast at Pop's?"
"Make it lunch and it's a date," Veronica squeals excitedly.
"Did you change," Sweet Pea cuts in, all eyes shifting to Jughead as he approaches.
"Spilled something," he shrugs, taking note of the keys in Sweet Pea's hand. "You guys leaving?"
"Oh, uh, yea," Sweet Pea nods. "Do you need a ride home Betty?"
"I'll take her," Jughead offers before Betty has a chance to say anything.
Sweet Pea's eyes shift between the two of them before lingering on Betty in search of her approval.
Betty nods, "Don't worry about me. Go."
Betty and Jughead watch them go, exchanging subtle waves before they disappear through the front door.
"So, you really bringing me home," Betty questions with her hands on her hips.
"I never said that," he clarifies before taking her hand in a surprisingly sweet gesture and leading her through the bar.
Upstairs, Jughead leads Betty to his bedroom, urging her back gently until the backs of her knees hit the mattress. His lips lock with hers as he slowly lowers her down, crawling over her until she's on her back beneath him. This kiss is different than the others they've exchanged. There's something tender and raw about it versus their usually lust fueled passion and it has Betty melting beneath him. His hand travels up her side, dipping beneath her shirt to palm one of her round breasts while he holds his weight with the other. Just the gentle brush of his thumb against her taut nipple has her shivering with arousal.
"You gonna be a good girl for me," he questions, his voice low and husky.
Betty nods, her fingernails digging at the leather on his back as he sucks a purple bruise against her pulse.
"Words princess," he scolds. "Are you going to be good for me or not?"
"Yes Juggy," she replies breathlessly, shifting her hips to gain friction against the prominent bulge in his jeans.
"Uh-uh," he scolds, a sly grin matching the devious look in his eyes.
"Juggy," she whines, promptly going for the button on his jeans.
"Did I say you could touch that," he grits, his brow setting heavy with disapproval.
Betty scowls back, earning a slight chuckle as her hands drop to her sides.
"Good girl," he praises. "Was that so hard?"
With Betty's glare, he captures her lips once more, the kiss growing heated, more desperate as he tugs at her lip with his teeth. Her body wriggles of its own accord, searching for him to touch her as she fights the urge to touch him. He draws back from the kiss, tugging her shirt over her head and dives in, sucking at one nipple then the other as she reels beneath him. He's caught on to the fact that she rarely wears a bra around him anymore and he files that bit of information away for later use as he nips at her fleshy pink peaks. A short grunt escapes him as she gently grazes his jeans with her ankle.
"Betty," he scolds, his brow heavy with disapproval as he glares down at her. "I thought you were going to be a good girl for me."
Betty wines, dropping her leg back down to the bed with a scowl of her own. "Why can't I touch you?"
"Because I didn't say you could," he replies simply, shifting back to shed his jacket and t-shirt. "Pants off and on your knees."
"No," she clips, crossing her arms over her chest in defiance.
"No," he questions, raising a brow as he sits back on his heels.
Betty watches him curiously as he pulls open his jeans, retaking his place over her while pulling his swollen length from his jeans.
"Touch it," he grits, "then you behave."
Betty bites her lip, searching his eyes for approval before carefully wrapping her hand around his waiting erection. He draws a sharp breath as she gives him a firm squeeze, his eyes squeezing shut as she begins to stroke him.
"Enough," he asserts, grabbing her wrist to still her movements.
Betty pouts, but she obeys, drawing her hand back to rest it on the mattress beside her.
"Good girl," he breathes against her ear, dragging his still bared cock against the dampened fabric between her legs. "Now, pants off and on your knees princess."
With a scowl, Betty curls her fingers into the elastic of her leggings, shimmying them off and dropping them to the floor. She sits up on her knees, still scowling as he waits expectantly for her to obey his command, his cock springing upward in response to her glare. Only now does she realize this is what he gets off on. It's not the power of being in control, it's the chase. It's her disobedience and her resistance that he's seeking and he won't allow himself the satisfaction of his own release until he's broken her down to bend at his will. With her new discovery she gets settled on all fours, as instructed, and smirks to herself. He doesn't want her to be good for him, he wants her to put up a fight and put up a fight she will.
Betty can only hear his movement behind her as he nears the edge of the bed. She glances over her shoulder as he lets a barely audible hiss through his teeth with the squeeze of his fist at the base of his cock. A surge of excitement courses through her, striking her core like a jolt of lightening. The thought that he's so turned on he's near desperate to touch himself has her itching to feel him push inside her. Without warning, he forcefully grabs her hips and drags her to the edge of the bed. She lowers her chest to the mattress, her backside high in the air as he spreads her wide with both hands. A whimper escapes her lips as he allows his fingertips to dip just inside and she preens at his low growl, her fluids beginning to drip onto his bed spread between her thighs.
"You always get this wet princess," he questions, his voice deep and husky.
Betty shakes her head.
"Words," he scolds, slapping her hard on the ass.
A surprised squeak slips through her lips and she has to clench every muscle to stop the climax it nearly sent her plunging over.
"Fuck," he groans. "You almost cum baby?"
"Uh-huh," she breathes, her hips rocking of their own accord in search of penetration.
He lets a shaky breath, and bumps his swollen tip against her entrance, almost unable to resist pushing inside as he rubs her slick all over himself. Betty moans as he rubs himself against her swollen bud, her opening fluttering wildly in invitation for him to enter. With a growl of frustration he pulls away and drops to his knees on the floor. His fingers return to pull her wide open before he dives in, his tongue lapping wildly at every bit of her sopping middle.
"Oh god," she cries out, her fingers curling into his comforter as she takes the plunge, her juices coating his chin entirely. He doesn't let up, only sucks her overstimulated bud harder between his lips and Betty tries to pull away.
"Again," he commands, holding her in place with bruising force at her hips.
"No," she cries out, wincing with the overstimulation. A hard slap to her ass draws her back with a pitchy moan.
"I said again," he growls, diving back in to thrust his tongue inside her walls.
"And I said no," she pants between cries of both pleasure and pain.
It takes everything she has to get away from him and she smirks in triumph when she's met with his glare. He's angry now and she can't believe how ridiculously turned on she gets when he's mad. She backs herself into his headboard as he crawls across the bed, kicking his jeans off as he goes. There's nowhere else for her to go when he reaches her and he grabs her by the ankle, dragging her roughly beneath him.
"You're gonna cum for me," he demands, his scowl unwavering and Betty scowls back. He continues to glare as she lowers herself further. "Behave," he warns with the taunt of her brow.
Betty ignores him entirely, enacting a plan of her own as she sucks his tip between her lips.
"Fuck," he grunts, his hand flying up to support himself on the headboard as she takes the entire length of his swollen cock to the back of her throat. "Enough," he chokes out through a groan.
Betty makes no move to release him, her hands coming up to grip his backside and hold him in place. He moans loudly as she pushes him past the resistance of her throat and it sparks something primal within him. His hips begin to thrust, slowly at first until he's fucking her face hard enough to make her gag upon every intrusion. She gives a hard slap to the back of his thigh and a deep growl escapes his chest before he forcefully withdraws his length from her lips.
"Happy now," he grits, his chest heaving as his cock throbs over his lap.
Betty only shrugs as she sits up and he watches her with a curious glare as she shifts to straddle his hips.
"Fuck me," she taunts against his ear, coating his arousal with the slick of her middle as she rocks in his lap.
"Good girls get fucked," he grits, knocking her from his lap to her back on the bed. "Now, I'm gonna to tongue fuck you until you can't take it anymore and you'regoing to scream my name and cum all over my face. Understood?"
Betty only nods, challenging his dominance. He slaps her thigh, earning a sharp cry of pain as a scowl takes over her features.
"I said, are we understood?"
"Yes boss," she breathes, a smirk joining the scowl on her brow.
"What was that," he challenges, his hand closing around her throat just tight enough to hold her down.
"Yes, boss," she repeats.
A wild grin stretches his lips as he leans down to kiss her lips. "Good girl."
The palm of his hand remains at her throat, heavy but not crushing as he attacks her lips. He kisses her fiercely, nipping hard at her lower lip as she gasps for air whenever the chance arises. Her fingers curl around his hand, her nails digging into his flesh, begging for the release of his grip, but the arch of her back pleads for more. He momentarily tightens his grip, a silent warning that she best stop grinding against him and she obeys with a breathless whimper. His grip softens once more, his mouth dropping to suck at her breasts, his tongue flicking at the barbell through each nipple before he returns to her mouth. She remains still beneath him, fighting the urge to buck against him with his arousal nudged up against her bare middle.
"There's my good girl," he praises, releasing her throat and kissing softly at the reddened skin of her neck.
He continues on, marking her with another angry red mark at her pulse. He peppers kisses along her ribs, her stomach, her hip bones, surpassing her core to lick a hot stripe along each thigh from knee to center. Moans and whimpers roll freely from her lips as she desperately tries to keep still. She wants to put up a fight, maybe piss him off a little more, but she's never wanted to be fucked so badly in her life and she refuses to prolong this any further. The moment his tongue makes contact with her swollen nerves, the whole world ceases to exist. There's nothing but his mouth and the shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins. In a matter of minutes her legs are quivering her back arching as her thighs threaten to crush his skull. She's snapped out of it by a hard bite to her thigh, her head flying up with a yelp to glare down at him.
"Legs open," he grits, waiting expectantly for her reply.
"Yes boss," she breathes, dropping down to the mattress as he dives back in.
Having been so close to the edge already, it takes mere seconds for her to become a moaning, writhing mess. Her fingernails dig at his scalp, earning a moan that vibrates through her core. Her cries of pleasure become higher as she nears her climax, the surprise of his fingers entering her forcefully sending her plunging into the depths of ecstasy with his name on her lips. Before she's even come down from her high, he thrusts the entire length of his cock inside her and fucks her hard into the mattress causing another forceful orgasm to rip through her body. He doesn't let up, thrusting into her relentlessly as he chases his own high.
"One more baby," he grunts, hiking her legs up over his shoulder.
Betty shakes her head, utterly spent but she can already feel herself rising to take the fall.
"Fuck," he pants as his thrusts begin to falter. "Come on baby, cum for me."
With the sinking of his teeth into her outer leg as he struggles to hold on, Betty cries out, screaming his name as her insides squeeze his cock like a vice. A deep moan escapes his chest, his hips crashing hard against hers as he empties himself inside her. He gives a few weak thrusts, shuddering as every last drop has been milked from his tip before collapsing on top of her. Their chests heave in unison, their hearts pounding like the beat of a drum between them. In a surprisingly tender gesture, Jughead presses the softest of kisses to her shoulder before nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.
Betty remains stunned for only a fraction of a second before carefully bringing her arms around him, one hand scratching gently at his scalp as she rests her cheek against his head. She'd thought for sure he would pull away, maybe toss her a t-shirt to clean herself up and that would be that. She'd expected it really, that he would get what he'd wanted and be done with her, but she hadn't considered that just maybe that's not at all what this was. With their bodies still connected, their hearts beating together as one, and Jughead's tight grip around her, she feels it. She feels it now, not the frustrating tug and pull that they've been dancing around from the moment they'd met, but the true connection she feels to the beautifully mysterious man in her arms.
"Will you stay," he mutters sleepily against her skin.
"Is that what you want," she questions softly, needing to be sure he feels it too.
Jughead nods into the crook of her neck before propping himself up on his elbows. "I want you to stay."
"Then I'll stay," she near whispers, mesmerized by the sheer honesty she finds in his stormy ocean eyes. There's a sadness there too, worry perhaps, and she's determined to take away whatever it is that's put that doubt in his mind. Her hands draw upward, cupping his jaw to brush his cheeks with her thumbs. His eyes flutter closed, his shoulders relaxing as he dips his head to kiss her so tenderly it brings a rush of butterflies to her stomach, leaving her breathless as their foreheads rest gently together.
The next morning, Betty wakes to a warm body nuzzling her from behind, paired with a heavy arm around her waist. His name rings in her ears, Jughead, urging her to smile lazily as she presses back into his embrace. His grip on her waist tightens, pulling her ever closer and her stomach gets an odd sensation, both hollow yet peaceful as if she's reached the eye of the storm and the uncertainty of what's to come brings both hope and fear. What she feels for him is so undeniable and the ache between her thighs is a reminder of the passion they'd created together. Instead of allowing herself to worry over what happens now, she loses herself in the warmth of his embrace and the scent of his sheets all around her.
As Betty begins to doze off she's startled by a set of tickling lips at her collar bone. She shies away from the sensation, a sleepy grin on her lips as Jughead follows. He rolls over, shifting his weight on top of her while peppering kisses along her jawline. Her leg hitches upwards around his waist, her fingers lazily grazing the dip of his hip bone as the other trails lightly across his ribs. He shivers as she raises goosebumps on his skin, his hips shifting to gently rock with hers. His arousal grows quickly, slipping easily between her folds and he captures her voice with his lips as she begins to moan. As their mouths move languidly together, he drops a hand between them, guiding his swollen cock to slips between her folds. His movements are slow and careful, and Betty is grateful for it, finding herself much more sore than she had realized. She winces slightly as he fills her up and he waits, kissing her sweetly to give her a moment to adjust.
"Ok," he questions so softly she almost wouldn't have noticed if not for the concern in his hazy blue eyes.
Betty only nods, emotion threatening to overwhelm her with the tenderness of his hands brushing back her hair. He presses a feather light kiss to the tip of her nose before he begins to move. Every thrust is given carefully, his hips kept flush against hers as he shifts within her walls. Their closeness is overwhelming, not just the physical touch but the raw magnetism of it all. It's as if there's a silent understanding between them, his need for her touch and her need for his tenderness. They'd spent so long building up to the explosiveness of their passionate night together that neither had realized the true connection they'd both been seeking.
As Jughead's thrusts begin to falter, his breathing jagged against her ear, she pulls him closer, bringing his cheek to rest against her shoulder. He whines into her neck, his fingers threading into her hair as he cradles the back of her head, holding onto her as he releases inside her. He shudders with his final thrust, releasing a shaky huff of air before going limp on top of her. Betty strokes his back, blinking back tears as her fingernails graze his skin.
"You're crying," he worries as he lifts his head to meet her gaze. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," she assures him, almost laughing as a teary smile breaks over her lips. "That was just-"
Jughead nods in understanding, completing her thought with a languid kiss to her lips. He draws back carefully as they part, shivering slightly as his tip slips from her folds, allowing himself to drop onto the bed beside her. They lay there a long time, gazing into one another's eyes as they trace lazy patterns along each other's skin.
"You're beautiful," Jughead mutters just above a whisper, his stare so mesmerizing she can't even bring herself to look away long enough to hide the blush creeping onto her face. "Let me take you out."
"Like a date," she questions in surprise, her voice still low for fear of breaking their bubble.
Jughead nods, his finger brushing back a strand of hair from her shoulder. "I'd like to start over," he admits. "I don't know if you've noticed, but you make me a little wild. I got ahead of myself here."
"Oh, so you don't always play unfair games," she challenges, propping herself up on her elbow.
"I do, yes," he nods, "but I didn't want to do that with you- I mean, initially, yea, but you're different."
"Not used to your playthings fighting back," she teases.
"Something like that," he chuckles. "Betty, I don't want to play games with you."
"You want to do this," she gestures between the two of them with a raise of her brow. "Like for real?"
"If you'll have me," he shrugs, his uncertainty bringing a boyish shyness to his face and she is absolutely smitten.
Unable to hold back her smile, Betty replies with a toothy kiss, Jughead grinning just the same as they roll playfully in the sheets.
