Jughead had simply responded "Yes" to both her messages, nothing more or less than that but it had her body tingling.

Betty tossed her phone beside her on the white faux leather couch Veronica had bought at the high-end furniture store in town and groaned. She tangled the fingers of her right hand in her black wig and pulled it off, tossing it to the side to join her phone and glared at the empty flask and half-empty bottle of cheap Pink Moscato sitting on the small end table beside her.

"This is all your fault." She spat at the inanimate objects, blaming them for her state of lust and momentary lapse in sanity when she texted her longtime friend, Jughead Jones.

Betty made quick work to unfasten her bobby pins from her scalp that helped to hold her blonde hair in place from under the wig this evening. She had changed when she got home about 2 hours ago. Her thong and hem of her dress had been soaked in her own juices and were super uncomfortable as she made her way to her apartment. Luckily, it was only a 5 minute walk from Jughead's place. Veronica made sure that their places were close when they all decided to move off campus last year so she could be close to her boyfriend.

Now, Betty sat in a pair of pink velvet panties and white T-shirt that Jughead had left here on one occasion when he'd spilled pasta sauce down. She smiled for a minute thinking back to that memory, remembering how she was supposed to be going over their notes with him while he hurried to eat the lunch she had made them before a final last semester.

She was distracted by him in that moment, and he was nose deep in her charts and highlighted points that she told him were sure to be on their exam. When he'd looked up at her, the spaghetti dropping from his fork onto his stomach, Betty jumped up and demanded his shirt.

"Give it to me! I know how to get the stain out." She stated and held her hand out to him from across the table.

He looked from her hand back up to her face and dropped his fork back on his plate.

"Betty, we don't have time. We have to leave in less than 5 minutes or we're gonna be late." Jughead mumbled as he undid the flannel from his waist, careful not to get anything on that shirt as well.

"Jug, just give me the shirt. You gotta take it off anyway." She pushed, coming around the table to stand in front of him. Her knees bumped his as he turned in her direction and for a second she worried she was standing too close.

Jughead stood and draped the flannel over Betty's outstretched hand and caught her eyes as he quickly rid himself of the ruined shirt, careful not to take his beanie with it. He grabbed the flannel then and replaced it with the stained white tee in one smooth motion and Betty did her best not to stare at his chest.

He hurriedly put the flannel on and started buttoning it up rapidly while looking into her eyes. Betty could feel her face getting hot as she watched how his fingers worked the buttons and she turned around to head to the kitchen sink where she ran the spot under the cold water.

"Betts, seriously. Just throw it out, we gotta go!" Jughead said suddenly behind her while gathering their things in his bag. He was flushed when she looked back over her shoulder at him and she wondered if he was feeling the tension like she was.

Betty finally admitted defeat and left the shirt in the sink to rush with Jughead out the door.

She sighed heavily as the memory faded and drew her knees to her chest, resting her chin lightly on the tops and looked out the window.

He never asked what happened to his shirt, he'd always assumed she threw it out like he told her to do. But she cleaned it, and wore it to bed almost every night to the point it was starting to come apart at the one shoulder seam.

Her mind pulled her back to the present, achingly aware he'd be there any minute. I can't believe I asked him over, her mind whined. I should have just told him goodnight and thank you for - She rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hands, not caring if it smudged her makeup and let out a frustrated groan. "Thank him for what?" She whispered out loud in a mocking tone before she continued to make fun of herself in a louder manner. "Hey, thanks for the orgasm and making me squirt and then cleaning up my MESS. Golly, what a swell time!" She pulled a nearby throw pillow to her face and let out a small scream before dropping it to her lap. "Let's text him and see if he wants a repeat!"

"You don't have to thank me for tonight." A steady voice came from the doorway.

Betty's head snapped towards Jughead who was casually leaning against the doorframe, wearing just some red plaid pajama pants tucked into his unlaced boots, his bare chest peeking through the opening of his leather jacket.

"God, Jug!" She hissed as her cheeks burned. "Can you stop walking in on me like that?"

He stayed where he was and raised an eyebrow at her. "Why would I do that? It keeps leading me to the most interesting scenes."

Betty blushed even harder, if that were possible. Her whole face was actually starting to hurt from her embarrassment. Jughead had always been confident, even though he was definitely more of a loner - but this was different. This whole night he just sounded in control and honestly, she loved it.

Betty cleared her throat a little, "How'd you get in anyway?"

Jughead lifted his left hand to show a set of keys with various rhinestone and fur keychains attached in response.

"Veronica." Betty sighed. "Of course."

Jughead straightened as he put the keys in the pocket of his jacket before shutting the door behind him and turning the lock with a soft, "click."

Betty swallowed hard as she looked at him. He'd been in this apartment dozens of times, but right now she felt his presence ten-fold.

"Nice shirt," Jughead said with a cocky smile as he started to walk towards her pointing at it and eye-ing the faded pink blotch where a stain never made it's exit. "I told you to throw that thing out."

Betty sat up a little straighter and tugged the hem away from her body as she looked down, giving Jughead a flash of skin above her hips.

"I love this shirt, I always sleep in it." She froze, realizing what she just admitted and then tried to cover it up with, "I could have gotten it out - the stain, I mean - I could have, if you'd given it to me sooner, or let me finish."

"Well," Jughead said, sitting next to her on the couch and toying with her black wig. "We would have been locked out of the exam room if we were late to that final, Betts."

He looked up at her and his smile was sinful when he spoke next. "Besides, I let you finish tonight."

Betty playfully smacked his arm and rolled her eyes. "You are something else this evening, aren't you?"

Jughead couldn't hold back his laughter at that, considering what their evening already entailed. "I could say the same thing about you. I wasn't expecting you to squirt all over my kitchen floor either."

Betty's mouth dropped, her eyes wide. She stuttered, "I-I, well, I can assure you I never did that before so, so…" She looked down at his hands that were still casually holding her wig. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."

Jughead took a deep breath in and exhaled loudly while leaning his back into the couch, his legs spreading a bit wider as he did so, his knee skimming along Betty's thigh. "I can promise you, Betts, you never have to apologize for that."

Betty relaxed a little and leaned back as well, both their faces turning in towards one another. His hair was falling dangerously close to his eye and without thinking, she brushed it out of the way. Jughead grabbed her wrist before she could take her hand back and took in her appearance. The makeup around her eyes was smeared a little and her blonde hair was all down around her shoulders in messy waves. The blush she had on her cheeks had traveled and she had a light pink flush to her skin right down into the neckline of his shirt. Suddenly, he found it a little hard to catch his breath.

She looked perfect.

He didn't let go of her wrist and instead tossed her wig to the ground with his free hand before moving it to tilt her chin up. "As much as I enjoyed your little costume, I have to admit that I prefer you blonde."

His lips crashed down upon hers, her moan caught in her throat and her lips parting for him as he yanked her forward onto his lap. His tongue swept inside as she straddled him and brushed her tongue against his in earnest. Jughead's head swam with inconsistent thoughts of how she tasted of cheap wine and something so perfectly Betty. How hot her center was against the length of his cock that was threatening to tear through his pants. And how the little sounds she was making as she released herself from his grip only to fist her fingers in his hair were making him insane with a deep-seated need to be inside her. Right. Now.

Betty pulled back for a moment, gasping for air as her eyes searched his for answers to questions she didn't even know she was asking. Her hands were now on his bare chest, pushing his jacket open and her lower half was grinding down hard into him of it's own accord. Her body was responding so quickly to him, not able to escape the feeling that having his hardness pressed against her throbbing pussy was giving her.

His head dropped back against the top of the couch, signaling it was affecting him just as much. "Fuck, Betty. That was one hell of a first kiss." He groaned with his eyes shut tight, his hands finding her hips and guiding her as she continue to move against him.

Betty couldn't help but smile in her lust-filled haze. "I concur, Juggie." She breathed against his neck before kissing down his throat while letting the scent of leather permeate her senses.

Jughead let out a noise between a whine and a moan as his hands traveled up his shirt to grip her breasts firmly in his hands. "Stop using smart words, Cooper. It's not fair in the bedroom."

Betty smiled against his neck and bit down playfully. "Good thing we're not in the bedroom then."

"Touche." He mumbled as he pinched her nipples through the fabric of her flimsy lace bra eliciting a quiet yelp from Betty. "You like that, princess?"

Betty groaned and fisted her hands in the front of his jacket and pulled him towards her, his back lifting off the couch. She stared into his eyes and Jughead licked his bottom lip before taking it between his teeth. Betty felt like she was losing her mind. Has he always been this fucking hot? She mused.

Jughead grinned. "Not sure, but I think you're fucking hot, too, Betts."

Betty's eyebrows shot up as she realized she must've said her thoughts out loud and brought her face down to his. "Are you gonna fuck me or not?" She nearly growled.

Jughead didn't need any more confirmation that she wanted him after that. He held her gaze as he slowly stripped his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it onto the ground, the sound of Veronica's keys in his pocket echoing off the floor. Betty's breathing hitched as he grabbed the hem of his old shirt and brought it up over her head and threw it to join his jacket.

"Do you like this bra?" He said steadily as his fingers toyed with the clasp in the back.

"Yes," Betty whispered. "Why?"

"No reason," Jughead said as he unhooked her and slid the straps down her arms, his fingertips grazing her skin. He dropped his gaze for a second to take in her breasts, her pink nipples standing to attention under his gaze. After dropping it to their pile of clothing he leaned down to take a peak in his mouth, his tongue lavishing every inch with an exceptional amount of interest.

Betty moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head into her chest. He took a nipple between his teeth and bit down firmly enough that when he pulled back a little to look up at her, it was still in place while stretching away from her creamy skin. She was biting her lip so hard from the mix of pleasure and pain that he was giving her that she was starting to worry she'd drawn blood.

Jughead released her from his teeth and as she gasped down at him, still continuing her grinding motions, willing him to lose control with her.

His hands moved to her ass where her shorts had ridden up her thighs. "What about these? Do you like these?" He said roughly, grabbing the fabric in his fists.

"What?" Betty asked, confused and lightheaded. Her eyes fluttered shut as his dick twitched against her swollen clit through their layers of fabric.

"Fuck it." He tightened his grip on her shorts pulled apart, successfully tearing them down the seam.

"Oh my God, Jug! What are y-" Betty squeaked out, feeling a familiar rush of wetness pool between her legs as Jughead continued tugging the material until it had split in multiple places. He pulled the scraps of her shorts out of the way, although most were still wrapped around her one thigh and his fingers were met with smooth skin.

No panties. Holy shit, I'm gonna lose it.

Her wetness was all over the front of his pajama pants, the opening in the fly was drenched and it was a miracle that he hadn't slipped out of them and inside her during all of their rutting against each other. Jughead took her hips in his large palms and eased her off of him for a moment before pulling his waistband down. He released his length and then pulled her back to him, his forehead dropping to rest on her shoulder. Betty's wet folds opened for him as he settled her at the base of his cock and pulled her along his hard shaft. He wasn't even inside her yet, but having her tease him like this was exquisite torture.

"Please, Juggie. I just want you inside me. Please." Betty pleaded against his hair. Her nails bit into his shoulders as he continued to pull her along him in a slow, agonizing rhythm. "I'm going to die if you don't take me, Jug." She choked out.

In one fluid motion he turned them both over to the side, setting her backside into the couch. He quickly kicked off his boots and pants while her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and her hands pulled at his dark locks. Jughead had one hand on her hip and the other was wrapped around the base of his cock, angling the tip in slow strokes against her throbbing clit.

He was still teasing her and Betty was about to burst into flames.

"Jug!" She gasped out, her eyes clenched tight at the lightning sensations running through her lower half waged war on her senses. "Please."

Jughead wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed lightly, his breathing erratic as he was slowly starting to lose himself in her sounds of pleasure.

"Look at me." He commanded.

Betty whimpered and bit her bottom lip between her teeth as she bucked her hips, forcing the smooth tip of his cock to slide against her slit with urgency.

"Betts! Look at me!" He shouted, pulling her out of her trance and her eyes shot open to lock with his.

The second he had her attention, he pushed his tip down her folds and holding her gaze with such an intensity she thought she would come right then, and finally pushed himself inside.

"Oh my god! Fuck, fuck." She nearly screamed, her voice echoing in her ears.

Jughead let out his own, "Fucking hell, baby." As he started to slam into her.

She yanked his hair unconsciously and arched her back off the couch, her chest pressing against his. Jughead let out a sound that was a cross between a yelp and a moan from the pain in his scalp but his thrusts never faltered. He hammered into her over and over again, loving how her curses were falling from her lips like a prayer. Jughead kept his one hand wrapped around her throat but had switched his weight to his palm, exerting more pressure against her collarbone. His other hand had snaked it's way behind her lower back and his fingers pressed into her ass cheek, tilting her hips up and allowing his cock to graze her G-spot.

They didn't pull away from one another, meeting each other with equal passion. Desire. Need.

"How do you feel so fucking good?" He panted, the perspiration on his forehead tangling in the dark curls of hair falling onto his face as he towered over her.

Betty felt a drop of his sweat hit her chest and she arched even harder at the feeling, letting out a small cry. "Nngh! God, Juggie. Are you kidding me?" She rasped out, her legs sliding even higher on his hips so she could dig her heels into his ass and help push him deeper inside her - if that were even possible. "You feel incredible." Betty admitted, her eyes shining at him with the truth of her words.

Jughead welcomed the feeling of her heels pressing against him but chose to release her from his grasp and turn her so she was laying fully on the couch. He followed her and slung her right leg over his shoulder, turning his head and placing a kiss on her ankle, the same way he did earlier that night.

Betty held his gaze as best she could, but her eyes drifted backwards at the simple gesture which was causing her catch her breath. "You're lasting a little longer than you did in the kitchen," Betty teased between a few shallow thrusts, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Caught that, did you?" Jughead groaned and gently slapped the side of one breast with the flesh of his fingertips, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from Betty as her breast jiggled to the side once before settling.

"Can't help myself around you, Cooper," He confessed. "Not anymore, not after finding out that you want me," He slowed his thrusts to match his next few words, moving with conviction. "Just as much as I want you."

Betty pulled his face down to hers and their tongues took turns claiming residence in each other's mouths. They were both getting close, their bodies tensing and reaching toward their release. Jughead broke the kiss but didn't pull back, instead placing open-mouthed kisses down her neck as his right hand moved between them to rub harshly at her clit.

Betty's hand flew up to cover her mouth to muffle her need to shout as her orgasm threatened to overtake her, her other hand frantically trying to push Jughead's away from her pussy.

"Oh no, princess," Jughead admonished with a dark look. "You're not covering up those sounds." The look he gave her had her pause her movements and stare at him wide-eyed. "You're going to squirt on my all over my dick this time," He continued, pausing his ministrations to reach for both her wrists, pulling her hand from her mouth and bringing the other between their hips to meet. He effectively held both in one of his large hands above her head and kissed her mouth softly before drawing her bottom lip out with his teeth before he said, "And I'm not going to come until you do."

Jughead grinned as he saw her eyes dilate at his words, returning his free hand back down to her clit. He rubbed quick circles in time with hard thrusts and she writhed beneath him, chanting his name like it was life line. He applied more pressure and switched to a rapid back and forth motion and within seconds she was splashing her juices onto them, his movements not letting up and sending droplets to either side. Betty screamed his name and cried out against his shoulder as her head off the couch, burying her face in his neck, riding out the throes of her orgasm.

Jughead shuddered as her pussy clenched around his cock and his thrusts became sloppy, lost in the fact that he was soaked in her. "Christ, Betts," He moaned into her ear. "You're such a good girl for me," He praised, kissing her temple. "Such a good fucking girl."

Betty could feel herself getting close to another orgasm and knew Jughead was right there with her. She turned her wrists in his hand, virtually freeing them and then guided his hand back to her neck. Jughead lifted his head to look into her eyes, a look of confusion flashing in them before he watched as she used her own hands to tighten his grip around her throat.

It sent them both over the edge.

Jughead pumped into her in one deep thrust and emptied inside of her, his cock throbbing against her walls as it coated them in his release. Betty's second orgasm surprised her and she was lightheaded from choking herself with Jughead's hand. The feel of Jughead's cock twitching inside her from his orgasm brought her crashing again and she couldn't figure out if she was coming a third time or if her second orgasm just wouldn't let up.

Her cries were muffled only by Jughead's slew of curses that were being pulled from his throat as he struggled to catch his breath. Eventually, Betty released Jughead's grasp on her throat and she coughed a little as he pulled his fingers away from her. "Are you okay, Betty?" Jughead asked, concern across his face as he took in the sight under him. He was still inside her but his come was already running down her thighs and his balls.

She smiled up at him sheepishly. "Yeah, Juggie. I'm great, just parched," She chuckled a bit and smoothed some damp hair back off his forehead. "Are you okay? You look positively wrecked."

Jughead grinned and kissed her nose. "I'm pretty sure I left my soul in whatever realm you just took me to, so yeah I'd say I'm wrecked." He placed his hands on her hips and slowly pulled out of her warmth and they both flinched - her from overstimulation and him from a sharp pain in his thighs from overworking them during their sex.

He reached onto the ground and pulled brought up his shirt, and before Betty could register what he was doing, he started to clean their fluids from between her legs.

"No! Not my shirt," She complained at him. "You're going to ruin it!" Betty tried to grab the shirt from his hand weakly, feeling how wet it was beneath her fingers. "Ugh," She groaned, "It's going to be impossible to clean now."

Jughead threw his head back and laughed at how serious she was about the silly shirt he'd left here ages ago. "You can still clean it," He offered, "You're just going to have some fun memories attached to the new stains."

Betty rolled her eyes and tossed the shirt back onto the floor, sitting up on her forearms. "We're going to need to shower anyway, a whole beach towel couldn't help us right now."

Jughead laughed again and moved off the couch to help Betty to her feet. "A shower sounds perfect." He slowly tugged down the remnants of her shorts and helped her step out of them before they took off down the hall towards the shower.

"I've never had sex like that," Betty said suddenly as she turned the water on in the shower.

Steam was already filling the lavender and white colored bathroom before Jughead cleared his throat and responded. "I, uh, haven't either. It was really intense, Betts." He felt a blush creep up his neck and Betty thought it was adorable how someone so confident could still get embarrassed like her. "I think we're just so comfortable with each other from years of sexual tension that our primal sides took over for a minute." He reached out to touch her back when she entered the shower stall. "Was it okay?" Jughead asked quietly, suddenly feeling insecure.

Maybe I was too rough with her, He worried. I've never done half of that stuff before but she just turned my mind into a void of desire.

Betty looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. "Yeah, Juggie. It was honestly everything I'd fantasized it would be and more."

Jughead wrapped his arms around her from behind and sighed as the hot water cascaded over them.

"You fantasized, huh?" He teased, dropping a kiss onto the crown of her head.

Betty wiggled her ass against his groin in a tantalizing manner, earning a deep growl from him. "What do you think had me so hot and bothered that I went to town in the Blue & Gold office? You do something to me, Jones. Even just in my thoughts." She turned around and draped her arms around his shoulders before looking up at him.

"I'm really glad I caught you, Betty. I've wanted to be with you for a long time now." He admitted, but didn't back down from her gaze. He wanted her to see he wasn't just feeding her a line. She was one of his best friends, and now she wasn't just that anymore. He wanted her to know he wasn't using her.

Betty brushed a kiss across his lips and smiled. "I know, Jug. I felt the same way."

When his gaze lingered on her, she was nervous about how this was going to be when moving forward.

"I have a feeling I know where this may be heading, or at least I hope I do." She whispered, trying to mask any doubt she felt about them. "But... what's next?"

Jughead couldn't contain the mirth in his eyes when he rested his forehead against hers, water trailing down the hard lines of his jaw onto her chest.

"There's another party next weekend. They called it an 'ABC' party - it stands for Anything But Clothes." He gave her the most wicked grin, and she almost wished he'd slam her against the shower wall and take her again.

"Sounds perfect," She breathed and pressed another kiss to his mouth.

Jughead returned her kiss in earnest and then went to work on washing Betty's hair and scrubbing the remainder of them off her body. "It's a date." Jughead smiled, anticipation of the future clear on his face as he looked at the glistening beauty before him.

"But first, we gotta burn your couch before Veronica comes home." He teased, and their laughter rang through the bathroom before promising to clean up before heading to bed.