Why Are You Here?

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told me keep on all the lights

I'ma show you what you like

Why Are You Here - MGK

September 2019 - The Surprise Party

Betty Cooper stepped out of her rideshare, grinning seductively at the feeling pulsing through her veins, all eyes trained on her as she walked towards her destination confidently. Logically, she knew she shouldn't be walking around the Southside in an outfit like the one she'd picked out, especially not when she was heading into a snakepit like The Whyte Wyrm but she couldn't resist.

She'd never worn anything quite so scandalous in public before and it was all to get a certain someone's attention. He had no idea what she'd be wearing tonight and she couldn't wait to watch him squirm.

Much like the rest of their time together, tonight it felt pretty damned good to be bad for him. The old Betty Cooper was never a girl who lived on the edge, doing the things she had done in recent months, but then he changed all that.

He came into her life and awakened something she never knew she needed. He made her feel sexy, and wanted, and -fuck- was it addictive. She'd felt sexually empowered in a way she never had before and she intended to flaunt it in these clothes.

Her zip-front, crop-top showed off her ample cleavage as well as the smooth expanse of her stomach while the pleated plaid mini-skirt that she'd paired with black thigh-high stockings and high-heeled Mary Janes showed off her slender legs. It gave off the exact amount of innocence and naughtiness that she needed for tonight.

She could hear a few catcalls and whistles directed her way as she strolled through the parking lot of the biker bar, but she didn't let it slow her down. She walked with her head held high and a wicked sway to her hips, turning to wink at her admirers before stepping inside. She pushed the swinging door open, bursting into the bar with self-assuredness as if she owned the place.

Betty glanced around briefly at the semi-empty bar, only seeing a few clusters of college kids their age before noticing a certain raven-haired firecracker giving orders to a bunch of Archie's old football buddies about the decorations they were putting up. Just as she moved to join them, she heard a low wolf-whistle coming from the high-top table to her left.

"What have we here? Her royal highness finally decided to come down from her throne and join us lowly commoners? How nice of you to grace us with your presence, Duchess," the voice teased. Betty rolled her eyes and took in the man leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette while looking her up and down salaciously.

"And it's always a pleasure to see you venturing out of that dark corner you like to brood in, Forsythe. Tell me, are you just here for the party or did you run out of souls to feast on?" she taunted, tilting her head as she gave him a sarcastic grin.

"Oh Coop, you know me... I do love a good party. Speaking of which, was this supposed to be another costume party? Barmaid Barbie, amiright?" he goaded, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"That must make you bargain brand James Dean?" Betty responded sharply, flipping off her ex-boyfriend's best friend and adopted brother, Jughead Jones.

"Ohhh, someone seems feisty this evening," Jughead chuckled darkly, "Is the princess finally getting laid?"

"Eat me, Snake Boy," she scoffed, glaring at him.

"Is that a request, Duchess?" Jughead replied huskily, gliding closer to Betty and flicking the hem of her skirt with his fingertips. He licked his lips, his eyes traveling down the curves of her body, drinking her in.

"Not likely. You couldn't handle me, Jones." Betty quipped, pushing past him and approaching the bar to get a drink.

Jughead shouted behind her as she walked away, "You're probably right, I prefer my women a little more naughty and a lot less stuck-up bitch."

A series of gasps filled the air as Betty whipped back around and began marching back towards him, her fists tightly balled up. That last jab was over the line, even if he was kidding, and she was gonna let him know it, "Excuse me, you son of a–"

"That's enough, you two!" Veronica shouted, stepping between them, "Look, I get that you both thrive off getting under each other's skin but, for tonight, could you maybe just not? I just need you two to go five minutes without verbally assaulting each other so we can finish setting up Archie's surprise party. Please? Por el amor de Dios!" Veronica scolded the pair, her hands on her hips and tapping her new Valentino pumps as she stared them down.

"Sorry, Ronnie." "Sorry, V." They apologized in unison, both with enough sense to look contrite.

"Good. Now, I want you both on your best behavior tonight, got it? I know you guys don't exactly get along sometimes, but it's Archie's birthday and he's your friend. So Jones, you stay away from Betty and B, just stay away from Jughead, okay?" Veronica asked, waiting for them to agree before turning back to finish setting up the party.

"Yeah, sorry again, Veronica," Jughead mumbled, pulling a drag from his cigarette before walking away.

"I think that can be arranged," Betty replied as she watched him approach a group of college girls with a cheshire grin, starting up a conversation easily.

She grumbled when one of the girls -a petite redhead who was somehow wearing less clothing than Betty- touched his arm, laughing way too hard at something he said. He noticed Betty watching and winked, lifting his cigarette to his mouth before he turned his attention back to the girl in front of him.

"Well, good," Veronica said, clearly distracted and not picking up on the exchange between her and Jughead. Betty sighed and helped Veronica put out the remaining drinks and other food items, getting increasingly nervous as more and more people arrived.

From where she stood behind the bar, she could clearly see Jughead and his new friend getting in a game of pool, the girl unabashedly trying to put the moves on The Serpent King. Betty knew it shouldn't bother her -this was Jughead, after all- but the red head's persistence grated on her last nerve. After twenty or so minutes of watching this irritating display, Betty decided she needed to take a minute to step away and breathe.

"Hey V, I'm gonna freshen up a bit before everything gets started. I'll be out in a minute, okay?" Veronica waved her hand in acknowledgment and kept working. Betty turned around, shooting a glare and mentally cursing the man taunting her before walking towards the restrooms at the back of the bar. She needed to calm down and collect herself if she was going to keep her cool during this party.

Keep it together, girl. Don't let him get to you. If you do, he wins, Betty thought to herself.

Just as she entered the low-lit hallway that led to the bathrooms of the bar, she felt someone grab her shoulder, flipping her around before pinning her body against the wall across from the men's room. She looked up in shock, ready to scream, only to relax slightly when she met the darkened eyes of her antagonizer.

Jughead Jones.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Jones?" she challenged, trying to maintain a stern face even as her panties grew moist from the feeling of his hard body pressing against her. He slowly stroked his hand up the side of her neck before tilting her head back, smirking at her gasp. Her eyes fluttered closed when she felt his breath fanning across her face, his lips hovering just inches from hers.

"Something I have been waiting to do all night, Cooper," Jughead whispered headily before dragging his lips down her exposed neck, nipping at the delicate flesh.

"And w-what's that?" Betty rasped, her pulse racing under his skillful tongue.

"This," he declared, pressing his lips to hers in a fiery kiss. Betty moaned, savoring the taste of mint and cigarettes that was uniquely Jughead until he pulled away. "But, what I'd really like to do is fuck my girl, in my bar, while all our friends walk around utterly clueless..."

Betty's eyes snapped open at his words, meeting his intense gaze. She placed her hand on his mouth, shushing him while her eyes darted around the shadowy hallway.

"Shh, you don't want anyone to hear you, do you? Especially not with so many of Archie's friends around too. You know he'll be here any minute, Juggie," Betty scolded, releasing his mouth from her hand.

Jughead responded by pressing himself further between her thighs, his thick erection rubbing against her barely covered mound. She moaned lowly and shivered in anticipation, snaking her hands into his hair. He pulled the sleeve of her top down to suck a bruise onto her shoulder where no one would see.

"I guess that just means I'll have to fuck you good and quick then, won't I, Duchess?" he replied, capturing her lips in a needy kiss once again. Jughead wasted no time before grabbing her behind the thighs, picking her up, and carrying her to his personal restroom just outside his office.

Betty pulled her mouth away from his in order to trail kisses along his neck while he walked them down the hallway where no one would see them. She found her favorite spot and bit down playfully on his collarbone, looking at him with mirth in her eyes.

"I thought I was too much of a stuck up bitch for you, Jones?" Betty teased, her teeth scraping his earlobe before latching onto the sensitive skin just behind his ear. Jughead groaned, his eyes rolling back at the sensations she was sending to his manhood.

"Oh, no... You're just my type, Duchess. Such a naughty, naughty girl," he whispered, pressing her against the door frame of the restroom, fumbling with the keys before finally opening the door and sweeping her inside, kicking it closed behind them. He trapped Betty against the wall, palming her breasts and teasing her nipples.

"Fuck me Betts, I've been dying to touch you ever since you walked through the door wearing that," he said with a groan as he sat her on her feet.

At that, Betty let out an annoyed huff and shoved him away, walking towards the sink. She proceeded to ignore him and leaned against it with her arms crossed. He followed cautiously, noticing the drastic change in her mood, before gently wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her jaw with his nose. "Hey... What's wrong, baby?"

"Really?! What's wrong?" Betty growled, pushing him back as her jealousy bubbled to the surface again. "What's wrong? How about what the fuck was up with you and Strawberry Shortcake out there, huh? That 'friendly' game looked awfully flirty to me. Hell, with the way she was throwing herself at you, are you sure you don't want her back here instead?" Betty pouted angrily.

"Hey, you know better than that, Betts. I was just laying it on thick for our playtime. You're the only one I could ever want or need," he reassured her in a deep, seductive tone even as Betty continued to glare at him.

"Uh-huh," she said, her mouth curling up slightly as he gave her a pout, "Well, I guess I can let it slide, as long as you-know-who isn't going to show up here tonight. I know she likes to slink her way into parties like this one," she growled, making his dick twitch against his zipper.

Jughead saw the fire burning in her eyes -an even split between lust and fury- and he gripped her tighter. While he loved ruffling her feathers by flirting from time to time, especially since it always made the sex that much better, but he knew his clingy ex was still a sensitive subject for her.

"Betty, she's not allowed in this bar anymore. I promised you, didn't I?" Jughead lifted her chin and looked lovingly into her eyes. "You are my girl, no one else. Okay?"

"Well, that's really good Juggie because I. Don't. Share. Now, next time you decide to go off script like that, you had better be prepared for your punishment when we get home. Understood?" Betty asked, tugging at the roots of his hair to get her point across. The tingling pain that shot through his body set him off, making him moan obscenely.

"This is mine..." she declared. When he felt her hand cupping his cock through his jeans, he broke, spinning her around and shoving her hips against the porcelain sink. Jughead grinned wickedly at her, biting her neck while he ground his erection against her ass.

"Promise, Duchess?" he breathed into her skin, slipping his hand under her skirt and into her panties, sticking two fingers into her already soaking cunt. Betty chewed her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes blowing out with lust as she watched him worship her body in the mirror.

"You bet your sweet ass, Juggie. Now, will you hurry up and fuck me before they notice we're missing?" Betty demanded in a choked gasp, pressing back against him harder as she rode his fingers. She felt herself quickly starting to reach euphoria when he suddenly pulled away, popping the fingers into his mouth and humming at the taste.

"As you wish," Jughead whispered as he removed them, scraping his teeth against her neck. He reached around to unzip her top just enough to have her breasts spilling out, admiring how ravished she looked and he wasn't even inside her yet. He undid his pants, pulling himself free as he grunted into her ear, "Fuck, Betts. You're definitely wearing this again."

Jughead flipped her skirt up quickly, pushing her panties to the side before slamming into her quivering heat. Betty's eyes fluttered at the stretch, her head falling back onto Jughead's shoulder as he slowly pumped into her. She moaned loudly before Jughead covered her mouth with one hand, his other pinching her nipple just the way she liked it.

"Gotta be quiet, baby. Don't want my brother hearing how good I can fuck his ex, do you?" Jughead hummed, thrusting so hard that he was sure to leave bruises on her hips from them slamming into the sink in front of her - not that Betty minded. She loved it when Jughead took her roughly and left marks that only they could see. It made keeping their relationship secret even sexier.

Betty panted into Jughead's palm as he sped up his place, his free hand dropping from her breast and down to her clit. His fingers worked tight circles against her sensitive button until Betty's muffled screams were the only thing that could be heard.

A few more intense thrusts and Jughead followed right behind her, biting her shoulder blade as he came deep inside her. After a moment to collect themselves, he pulled out, cleaning her up with tissues before fixing her panties and kissing her bare neck.

"God, Betty. You have no idea how much I needed that," Jughead said breathlessly, cleaning himself off and getting redressed. Once he was done, he turned to wrap his arms around her, kissing her temple, "Although, when we get home, I want to make love to you much slower..."

"Now you're talking, Juggie... I'm gonna hold you to that," Betty replied with a wink, grinning as she clutched the sink to support her trembling legs. These little trysts with him always made her weak in the knees and she loved it. No matter how many times or how long they have been doing this, it was always earth-shattering.

"Come here," he whispered, turning her in his arms to kiss her again thoroughly. The heat from her bare breasts pressed against his chest made his cock jump again and he chuckled.

"We gotta get you dressed or we'll never leave this bathroom, Duchess."

"Would that be so bad, Juggie?"

"Hell no, but if we're gone any longer people might start to get suspicious. And you know Veronica is a bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out secrets. Head back out there, I'll give you a minute so it doesn't look odd. I hate you," Jughead joked, kissing her lips once more before helping her adjust her clothes while she fixed her hair and makeup. They had yet to say the big L word, but they both knew their little inside joke meant something more than mere teasing.

"I hate you more. See you out there, Jones." Betty smiled, pressing a light kiss to the skin behind his ear before turning on her heel to leave. Just as she backed out of the restroom and closed the door, a voice behind her made Betty jump out of her skin.

"B, why were you in Jug's bathroom?"

Betty spun around quickly, her hand flying to cover her heart. "Jesus Christ, V! Put a fucking bell on or something. You scared the shit out of me!" she snapped at her friend.

"Sorry, B. I didn't mean to scare you... Um, but why were you in Jug's bathroom? Omg, is he in there?!" Veronica squealed, wiggling her brows, a devilish look on her face. Betty's heart raced as she tried to think of a plausible lie.

"What?! Oh God, no! Why would you–? Ugh, the ladies' room was completely disgusting so I picked the lock on Jughead's personal restroom without him knowing. Which means– let's get the hell outta here before he comes along and finds out!" Betty whisper-yelled to her friend, dragging her away just as Jughead cracked the door and sent her one last smirk.

"I was actually going to look for him too, Archikins is almost–" Veronica started as they made their way into the bar area, but a husky voice cut her off.

"Who are you looking for, Ronnie?" Jughead asked innocently, pulling a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lighting it. Veronica tilted her head in question, her eyes looking over his disheveled appearance. She glanced from Betty's flustered face back to Jughead and narrowed her eyes.

"Where were you just now, Jug?" she asked in suspicion. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck... Betty thought as her mind raced. She knows...

"Sorry. Had to meet a hot little ginger in my office for a quick chat. But, I'm all yours now," he smirked, winking at the redhead from earlier who just so happened to come from the hallway behind him. The pale redhead giggled, briefly giving Jughead bedroom eyes before running off to meet up with her friends at the bar. He chanced a look at Betty, whose eyes were currently shooting daggers at the woman watching Jughead.

"Dear God, Jones. Can't you keep in your pants for one night?" Betty grumbled, her jealousy aiding in making her sound irritated with him. If this bitch even so much as breathes on him, I'm gonna–

"What's the matter? You jealous, Cooper?" Jughead teased, knowing that she really was. Betty's eyes snapped back to him, her jaw clenching at the smirk on his face. This little shit is gonna get it...

"Not even a little," she shouted mockingly over her shoulder, flipping him off while she waltzed towards the bar to order herself a strong drink. She could hear his throaty chuckling behind her as she walked away and knew he was trying to get a rise out of her, obviously still in the mood to play. And as much as Betty hated to admit it, she wanted that, too.

They had been playing this game for the last ten months and yet, no one seemed any closer to figuring out their secret. Not that they'd let anyone know that there was a relationship to begin with. They'd act like they simply tolerated each other in public -being snarky and sarcastic towards one another- but once they were alone, the truth came out and they couldn't keep their hands to themselves.

It was true that their relationship started hot and fast, but it also proved to be loving and sweet. It had surprised Betty (more than she was willing to admit) that she and Jughead had become friends, let alone started a secret relationship. They had never really gotten along when she and Archie were dating, Jughead always having some snide comment or dig to throw at her.

He often resembled a hissing cat back then, almost always sarcastic or moody, acting as if her presence somehow offended him. He liked to tease her about her 'perfect' Northside life, her squeaky clean persona, and anything else convenient enough to mock.

However, after all they had been through in the last year since she and Archie broke up, she couldn't see herself being with anyone else ever again. They might be a secret, but he was hers just as much as she was his.

Jughead bit back a groan as he watched her walk toward the bar, her hips swaying seductively. He knew she was doing it on purpose, baiting him to see if he would snap on any guys that paid her even the smallest amount of attention. Once her drink arrived, Betty turned to face him again, popping a cherry into her mouth with a wink. Oh, she's definitely gonna pay for that tonight...

In all his life, he never realized he could want someone as much as he wanted Betty Cooper, but now he just couldn't get enough. They were both insatiable, fucking every chance they could, especially in public, bonus points if there was a higher risk of being caught. These little games were just part of their foreplay, it worked them up and made the sex even better.

Truthfully, Jughead never tired of watching her get jealous over other girls flirting with him. It sent pulses straight to his groin and he knew that she felt the same need whenever she saw his jealous side. She'd bring him home, tie him up so she could take all she wanted from him, screaming his name so loud that the neighbors would complain (which happened on more than one occasion).

If he was being completely honest, he never imagined when he first met her that this was where they'd be in just a few years' time.

October 2016 - The Meeting

"Explain to me again why you're insisting I meet this girl? You're just gonna drop her for the next flavor of the week," Jughead asked as he popped a fry into his mouth, rolling his eyes at his best friend's goofy grin.

Archie Andrews was a notorious ladies' man who never dated anyone for more than a month before another female would catch his eye. Jughead never really saw a point in making friends with any of them when he knew Archie would just end up breaking their hearts.

"Hey! That's not true, Jug!" Archie scoffed, keeping his eyes trained on the door to the diner while still managing to smack Jughead's shoulder at the insinuation.

"What?! It's true, man! You've had a reputation as a lady killer since sixth grade," Jughead pointed out, rubbing his shoulder. Truth hurts...

"Wait, middle school doesn't count! That was just... I don't know... practice?" Archie said flippantly. Jughead's jaw dropped and he stared at his brother in disbelief.

"Christ Arch, I hope none of your exes hear you say that." Jughead shook his head, astonished. He knew that Archie was a player, but he never realized just how much of a fuckboi he'd become in the years since high school started. Boy's lucky he doesn't have an STD by now...

"Whatever," Archie threw a fry at Jughead's face before smiling at him, "Besides Jug, Betty is different. I think she might be the actual one, you know?"

"Archie, seriously? We're only just starting our junior year for God's sake, how could you possibly know she's 'the one'?" Jughead rolled his eyes internally. This again, really? Poor sweet, innocent Archibald... Some girl is going to eat you alive one day.

Jughead heard this same speech from Archie just about every week since he had started noticing girls. He never really understood how Archie could go through girls like they were tissue paper and get away with it. It always made him feel uncomfortable with how much Archie disregarded the feelings of all the girls left in his wake. He didn't even know this girl yet and he already felt sorry for her.

Granted, he wasn't nearly as experienced with girls as Archie was. He'd only just lost his virginity the previous summer to a bewitching blonde from Greendale who'd been spending the summer in Riverdale with her cousin's. He and Sabrina had a good time, got along great, but both decided it was just a summer thing when it was time for them to part ways. Something he did take with him from their brief interlude, however, was the realization that he had an inclination towards blondes.

"Just wait 'til you meet her, Jug. Then you'll see what I mean," Archie mused, just as the door to Pop's chimed. When Jughead turned around, his entire world stopped spinning.

Entering the diner was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. Her forest green eyes were piercing, the kind that strikes you right through your very soul and breaks you open. She had lips like succulent cherries, plump and ripe, glistening in the neon lights of the diner. Her skin was flawlessly smooth like fine porcelain and her hair was the color of sunshine on a spring day.

His heart fluttered as a grin slowly spread across her face, until he realized that the smile she wore was meant for the boy beside him. She started towards their table, kissing Archie on the cheek before they moved to the other side of the booth and she slid in next to him.

Fuck...

"Hey, Betts," Archie smiled at her, slinging his arm over her shoulders casually. "Betty, this is my brother Jughead. Jug, this is my girl, Betty."

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Jughead. Archie has told me so much about you. I just moved in nextdoor," Betty said excitedly, sticking her hand out for him to shake.

He looked down at it for a moment before choosing to ignore it in favor of a head nod, humming in acknowledgment. He knew if he were to touch her that it would just make him want to touch her again and he had to control himself. This was Archie's girl, even if it would just be for a week...

September 2019 - The Surprise Party

Jughead was pulled from his reminiscing on his introduction to Betty Cooper when Sweet Pea nudged him, offering up a cigarette. "Hey, Boss. You good?"

"Yeah, peachy. What's up, Sweets?" he asked, lighting his smoke and taking a drag. His eyes kept their steady focus on Betty who was standing at the bar casually talking to Veronica and Reggie while sipping her cocktail.

Reggie must have cracked a joke because her angelic laughter carried through the bar, making his fist and his jaw clench at the men around her who stared. She caught his eye and licked her lips seductively, raising her eyebrow and smirking before turning back to her conversation.

"You know, if she wasn't such a stuck-up bitch, even I'd hate-fuck the shit outta Cooper. My guess is, with an outfit like that, somebody's gonna be giving it to her tonight. Poor guy, whoever he is. He doesn't know the bag of crazy he's opening there."

"Did you actually fucking need something, or are you just here to run your cocksucker?" Jughead quipped, fighting hard to suppress a growl as he took a deeper than usual drag from his cigarette, the urge to punch Sweet Pea almost winning out.

"What crawled up your ass, Boss? Don't tell me you have a hard-on for Cooper now?"

"Christ, Sweets. Can you just shut the fuck up? Besides the fact that you are talking about any woman that way, which you know I'd toss your ass outta my bar for normally, you're talking about my brother's best friend. I don't need the fucking headache that will come along with that shitshow if he hears you. And that's if you survive Veronica first," Jughead snapped, annoyed with his second in command.

"Fuck dude, calm down. I was just messing around. I really only wanted to find if you were gonna take that smoking redhead home tonight or not?"

"Nope, she's all yours, man. I already got plans lined up for later. But, if I hear you talking about another woman like that in my presence, I'm shoving my boot in your ass. Then, I'm telling Toni," Jughead said, laughing as Sweet Pea's face paled.

As the tall man walked in the direction of his conquest, Jughead's eyes never left the curves of Betty's body. How was it possible that he just fucked her and he already wanted her again? Was it normal to want her this much, especially after such a long run? Although, Betty seemed to feel the same way about their sex life's rambunctious pace as well.

Well, this is the first girl you've ever loved too... he thought to himself, glancing around the bar that was rapidly filling up with people getting ready for the birthday boy's arrival.

He chanced another look in her direction just in time to see her smile timidly before tugging her ear; their secret non-verbal signal of affection. He cracked a grin and sent her the same signal back before the bar suddenly erupted in calls of surprise, Archie walking in with a grin on his face.

If he only knew...