Jughead tastes exactly the way Betty Cooper would have guessed. Like whiskey and cigarettes. She thinks she could become addicted to his taste. Betty wanted this, more than she cared to admit. Sleeping had degraded her fully drunk state to merely buzzed and she basked in the state that gave her enough courage to confess a dark secret to an old friend. She couldn't deny she found him attractive the second she saw him downstairs in the Wyrm but never in her wildest dreams did she expect it to lead here.

Trev had been domestic and Jughead was exotic. It was intoxicating to Betty. Trev and Betty had never been especially physical to start with, so this buzzing feeling throughout her body was a whole new feeling. A few years after they became intimate, Trev couldn't perform one day. Betty was always understanding and never took it personally. Sex had never been a corner stone of their relationship, so it wasn't much to miss when it dwindled. The last time they attempted to be intimate was three years ago and when he was stressed because he couldn't get it up, Betty gently recommended he go see someone about it. He was diagnosed with a hormone imbalance at 19 years old. His pride was too great to take pills at such a young age, so they simply adapted. They never properly talked about it and just kept going as if it was no big deal. He always tried to make Betty feel good but fell short on multiple occasions over the years. She had never been with anybody but Trev and she wondered if this is what was always missing. This passion, spark, this burning feeling when their flesh connected. It was incredible and indescribable all at the same time.

As their lips danced across each other's they became lost in a lust filled haze. Jughead's hands ventured past her neck and down her side. When they finally broke for a breath, Jughead looked Betty dead in the eyes and she felt something stir in the pit of her stomach. A warmth began to spread through her and she knew exactly what she wanted in that moment. He saw his own desire reflected in her eyes and gently tugged on her shirt, lifting it up over her head. She reciprocated by pulling off his shirt and found her fingers tracing the lean muscles on his torso. She was fascinated by the planes and valleys she found and lightly drug her fingers over his skin. This action ignited something in Jughead and before she could even register what was going on, he had gathered both of her hands above her head and began attacking her neck at a fast and furious pace.

Betty closed her eyes and relished in the unbridled lust she felt.

"God Betty… You're so fucking beautiful." He breathed against her ear and she writhed under him, trying to break free from his grasp.

"No baby, I want to take my time. I don't know how you could possibly go untouched for years. You were made to be worshiped daily." His gruff voice was doing things to her she had never imagined. "Is that what you want too baby?" Jughead asked when their eyes connected. Betty didn't trust herself to respond so she simply nodded and bit her lower lip. He moaned at the sentiment and she began sucking vigorously at his neck, the only patch of skin she could reach in her current state.

Jughead instinctively bucked his hips into hers and the moan she let out lit a fire in his veins. He gathered both of her hands into a single one of his and moved his other hand down to the cups of her bra. He teasingly began to run his fingers along the lacy cups and she writhed again.

"What do you want Betts?" he whispered. When she didn't respond he pulled his hand back and connected their lips. She missed the contact already and broke the kiss to rest her forehead against his.

"You, Jug. I want you." She said so quietly that if he hadn't been waiting for her response, he might have missed it.

"I need more Betty, what do you want me to do?"

"Touch me… please Juggie." She was so shy he found it fucking irresistible.

"How is it that you're half naked under me and you still seem to be shy baby? You are so fucking sexy Betts, there's no need to be shy." The honesty shone through as he looked her directly in the eyes. She couldn't help herself when she wriggled her hands out of his and sunk both of her hands into his hair. She had been wondering if it was indeed as soft as it looked. Without the distinct crown beanie on, his hair had been teasing Betty all night.

She's not sure when he stopped wearing the beanie, but she decides she likes this version of him. The version of Jughead that's assertive and snappy. The version of Jughead that's pushing his entire body up against hers while she writhes beneath him. She feels like she's on fire with desire and decides to take matters into her own hands, quite literally. She flips them over and finds herself straddling his lap. She makes quick work of his buttons and starts to pull his pants off when his hands stop hers.

"You first." He whispers against her lips and skillfully unclasps her bra, next he starts taking off her shorts. When she pulls them the rest of the way off, he just stares at her for a minute. Who would have thought resident loner weirdo Jughead would have Betty Fucking Cooper on top of him in nothing but her black lacy panties begging for him to touch her. "Beautiful…" he murmurs against her lips before he's pulling her down into a punishing kiss. Years of pent up attraction comes roaring back to life in that instant. He is in utter disbelief as he resolves it should be all about her. He wanted to have her in every way known to man and then some. He wanted her to come more than she ever has and he wants to imprint the memory of this night so deep into her mind that she will never forget. One thing was for sure, there's no way he would forget this night.

Jughead slips two fingers into her and can't help when his cock twitches at how wet she is. He did this to her. Jughead Jones has made Betty Cooper so wet she's dripping through her black lacy panties. He's certain if he looked down he'd come right then and there at the sight but he's not prepared for that and instead slowly begins to work her toward her first high of the night. She comes embarrassingly quick and barely has time to recover before he picks up and pace and pushes her into another orgasm. As she cries out, Jughead covers her mouth with his own. He's lost in the feel of Betty Coopers lips against his own and the sounds she's making all because of him. When he withdraws his fingers she takes the opportunity to push his pants all the way down his legs and sinks onto him before he can protest again.

Jughead's surprised by how tight she is wrapped around him and he grips her hips to hold her in place for a minute as a deep guttural groan escapes his lips. Betty leans down against Jughead's lips and breathes, "Let me move." He moans and releases his grip the slightest bit. She begins slowly enough and Jughead reaches up to palm her chest. She moans again at the contact and he feels like he's in heaven. They find an easy rhythm and with every push, she feels his pull.

Jughead wraps his arms around her back and flips them back over without breaking contact. One hand on each hip he slowly drags himself in and out of her as she grips the sheets. He takes a finger and starts rubbing circles into her bundle as she starts to feel her release for a third time.

"Oh god, I don't know if I can Jug." She moans between pumps but as soon as she's uttered the sentence, she's certain she can and she will. Her walls tighten around him and she pulls his release from him as they unravel at the same time. He collapses on top of her and she wraps herself entirely around him. She pulls him closer than she thought possible and nibbles at his earlobe.

"That was amazing." She whispers into his ear.

Jughead shivers at the confession and turns his head to look at her. She's so beautiful with her golden hair splayed across the pillow. A thin layer of sweat covering her entire body and their most intimate parts still connected. He can't help but kiss her. As their mouths connect they both apply light pressure and he cups her face. "You're amazing" he whispers in response. He believes it in that instant, Betty Cooper had always been like a superhuman to Jughead. Capable of doing anything anytime with grace and composure. She was incredible when they were younger and she had just become more incredible as the years passed by. Jughead had sexual conquests before but none that had ever felt like that. He felt like they connected on a level he hadn't previously known existed. As if their connection always had been and always would be. The gravity of his thoughts must have translated to Betty because connected their lips again and instantly deepened the kiss. They were still connected and Betty began blushing, realizing she had just slept with someone she hardly knew. Well, scratch that, someone that she used to know. She's not sure she knows him anymore, but she certainly wants to after that.

"I'll be right back" she says as she gets up to run to the restroom. She cleans up and tries her best to straighten her hair. His marks are all over her neck and she can't help but feel ecstatic that she has something to remember this by.

When she walks back in the room, she's stuck by how beautiful Jughead is. He's laid out on the bed with a sheet barely covering his lower half and she can't help but want to jump him again. The ache between her legs makes her think otherwise but when he raises a finger and beckons her over to the bed, she begins to rethink logic and rationale.

Jughead pulls her into his arms and intertwines their legs while he runs a finger up and down her arm. He presses a kiss into her hair and Betty snuggles closer to his chest. If she's being honest with herself, she hadn't slept well the previous night. She had become so accustomed to having a warm body in bed with her that she wasn't sure how she could ever fall asleep on her own again. She's exhausted from the last few days and quickly slips into a deep sleep surrounded by Jughead's well defined arms. She knows they should talk, but she's not ready for reality yet. Her last thought as she slips into sleep is the surreal little bubble she's in. She's not quite sure she's ready to burst it yet.

Jughead watches as her breathing begins to even out. He knows he should have stopped her. He knows she's fragile but the image of Betty Cooper pleading for him is forever engrained in his memory. He didn't think any straight male would ever be able to say no to her. He certainly wasn't capable. Tucking the memory away for the night, he focuses on the look on her face as he made her fall apart. It might be his favorite memory to date, he mentally notes.

She reaches for him again during the night and they come together and fall apart as if it was always meant to be that way.