The Morning After

Veronica's perfectly groomed eyebrows shot up in surprise, "You did what?!"

"I seduced him and then I left, V." Betty explained casually.

"I… what… I don't even know where to begin comprehending that statement… Veronica sputtered.

"I mean…I'm all for female empowerment and making the male species pay for their masochistic ideals… It serves him right and all, but it's just so…

..so unlike you, B" Veronica finished quietly.

Glancing at her friend, settling on the dark circles lining her eyes, Veronica prodded, "Are you ok, B?"

Betty sighed, "I'm trying to be…"

"You know I'm here for you right? If you ever need to talk…"

"I know. I'm just trying to sort things out for myself first." Betty smiled.

Veronica knew that the crowded school hallways weren't exactly the best backdrop for a heart-to-heart conversation with her best friend, so she allowed her vague answer to slide for now, with a more pressing glance, "Ok good. Soooo… what did he say after?

"We haven't seen each other yet since then," Betty admitted quietly.

Veronica's eyes suddenly widened when she looked over Betty's shoulder, "I guess we're about to find out B."

Betty looked in the direction of Veronica's gaze and her jaw dropped in surprise at seeing a scowling Jughead, all clad in his characteristic crowning glory of a beanie and signature S shirt under his leather Serpent's jacket, making his way through the crowd of curious students, his predatory gaze fixated solely on her.

Shit. What the hell is he doing here.

With a few strides, Jughead was directly in front of her and she jumped when he slammed both his hands against her locker, effectively caging her in-between his arms, her back pressed against the cold steel of her locker, but she shivered more from the intense gaze that he now directed at her.

"Betty Cooper, we need to talk, " he said through clenched teeth.

Before Veronica could protest, Betty effectively silenced her with a pointed look, "I'll be fine V. I'll see you later"

Turning back to Jughead, she said "Fine. I'll see you after school."

Jughead glared at her, "Not after. NOW."

Before Betty could react, Jughead cut her off, grabbing her hand and leading her down the hallway towards the Blue and Gold office. Turning the knob and finding the door unlocked, Jughead stepped in to inspect the room, make sure it was isolated enough for whatever will transpire between them.

Thankfully, no one else was there. Never losing his grip on her hand, Jughead dragged Betty in with him, and swiftly locked the door behind them.

Betty started to protest, "Now listen to me Jughead Jones, you can't just –"

Before she could finish her tirade, Jughead suddenly turned towards her and crushed his lips to hers, effectively silencing her surprised gasp.

Although the kiss took her completely by surprise, her body seemed to react in reflex to his, her body arching towards him. His tongue started licking at her bottom lip and her mouth reflexively opened, allowing him to delve deeper and taste her tongue.

With a soft moan, Betty tentatively reached her arms towards him clasping her hands behind his neck, and pulling him in towards her, never breaking the kiss.

Noting her submissive gestures, Jughead snaked his arm around her waist, bringing her even closer to him, their rapid breathing almost in sync with each other's kisses. He let his hand crawl gingerly over her stomach, her breast, her collarbone, and then cupping her cheek as he continued to kiss her fervently, letting his tongue explore her mouth, missing the taste of her.

He didn't know what came over him. Ever since that unexpected night, he tried calling her but she wouldn't take any of his calls. His mind kept rushing back to the way she looked when she removed her coat, her lingerie clinging to every curve, her seductive gaze, the way her hips swayed, and especially the way her lips wrapped around his cock. He couldn't sleep for the next few nights after that, often waking up in cold sweat with a hardened bulge, in contrast to the hot dreams he had about her.

His initial plan was just to ambush her at the school, to force an explanation out of her about what happened that night. But upon entering the school, and spotting her with Veronica, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander from head to toe, seeing her usual high ponytail, with a tight cream colored sweater hugging her curves, and a pastel blue skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, showing off her long legs. He almost forgot what he came there for. And whatever talk he initially planned between them became consumed by his desire to explore under her flouncy skirt.

Jughead tentatively broke their kiss, and before she could protest, his lips went to nip at her earlobe, trailing kisses down her neck, until her collarbone, while his hands reached down to her legs, glided up her thighs, under her skirt, to firmly grab her backside, earning a surprised moan from Betty.

Satisfied with her responsive body movements, Jughead's hand trailed across the elastic band of her panties, finally resting on a damp spot at the front while he slowly circled his middle finger over it. Betty mewled in response. With a low growl, Jughead backed her up onto the desk and hoisted her over it, ignoring the clatter of pens, notebooks off the desk. He was furious at her for what she had done the other night, and he let his anger mix with his lust, wanting to punish her and pleasure her all at the same time.

"Spread your legs for me, Betts" he growled.

Betty slowly opened up her legs to him, letting him wedge himself closer to her, and letting her feel his throbbing bulge through his pants.

Unable to wait any longer, he tugged her panties aside until he could feel the wetness coating his finger. With a final look at Betty silently asking for consent, earning him the slightest of nods in her lust-filled haze, Jughead slowly inserted a middle finger in her dripping wet pussy.

"Fuck… Juggie", Betty slid her hips towards him

"Yes baby… you're so ready for me," while he slowly gained a rhythmic pump of his finger, and deciding that it was not enough to make her squirm even more, he inserted his index finger to join the frenzied pumps into her, while his other hand reached up under her sweater to flick the hardened nipples under her bra.

Remembering that they were still at the school and not in Jughead's secluded trailer, Betty bit her lips to keep her moans at bay.

Jughead couldn't care less that they were in school, all he could think about was how hot she was getting for him, her slickness coating his fingers with every pump, and how she writhed against his ministrations. He struggled to keep his own bulge at bay, wanting to focus solely on her and how excited she was getting for him.

"Betty, cum for me," he ordered.

"Mmmm… yes babe, don't stop," her hips thrusting in rhythm with the pumps of his fingers.

She was close. He could feel it. He could barely ignore the straining bulge in his pants, wanting nothing more than to replace his fingers with his hardened cock.

But he decided he was going to prolong whatever game this was between them and let it play out.

With a final moan, Betty's whole body went into spasms, and he could feel her pussy tighten around his fingers, earning a low growl from Jughead, "That's it baby, let go."

As the spasms slowed down, Betty slowly opened her eyes and gave Jughead a deep kiss, circling her arms around him and pulling him to her.

After what seemed like hours, Jughead pulled away from her lips with all the control he could muster, kissed her forehead and said, "See ya."

With a smirk, Jughead walked out of the Blue and Gold office, leaving a dumbfounded Betty on the desk.

That night Betty lay in her bed brooding over what just happened earlier that day. She clenched her fists at the thought, but she also felt a twinge of warmth, of anticipation. It was almost as if her body betrayed her, letting him lead her on like that. She was supposed to have the upper hand in this game but it seemed like he had reversed their roles.

Despite her anger, Betty couldn't help but wonder at the fact that Jughead had actually shown up at their school. For her. Since he had left for the Southside, a part of Betty still ached to see him around school, to have lunch together, to sneak in kisses during classes. He had left that behind. He had left her behind.

With that thought, a familiar rush of anger took over Betty.

He will not get away with this.

"No fucking way," she murmured under her breath.