By the time lunch rolled around Betty liked to think she had regained her composure. After her little encounter- and by little she does not mean little because it was freakin intense-with Jughead Jones Serpent addition in the hallway she had spent her morning thoroughly dazed and out of it.
She had been a flustered mess in her morning classes, caught out for day dreaming on multiple occasions. Her teachers had been shocked at her lack of attentiveness, something that was extremely unBetty. Same blonde girl sat in her same seat, dressed in the typical jeans and knitted sweater, yet her thoughts were on an entirely different trajectory than usual. Today her brain was clouded by a lustful haze subjected upon her by Jughead Jones. Said boy had seemingly taken great pleasure in her reprimand during English, shooting her a smirk that let her know he knew exactly what was preoccupying her thoughts. It was funny how not even a full day ago she would have associated thoughts of Jughead with concern and friendship. Yet now after getting up close and personal with the marvel that was his body, face and lips all she could think about was his touch and when she could have it again. Part of her brain shifted back and recognised that she had always been attracted to him- his sharp tongue and 50's bad boy looks- but she had never gotten close enough to indulge in that attraction until today. The thought made her stomach flutter with butterflies as she reeled back to his promise of "to be continued".
The crisp air hit her cheeks as she and Veronica made their way to their normal lunch table by the track. Their conversation medial. The chill of the late autumn air was refreshing against her skin that was still slightly flushed from her whirlwind of a morning. Archie was already at the table and Betty sat down across from him.
"Why didn't you tell me Jug was coming back today?" The blonde asked her long time neighbour, mostly curiously but a hint of offence lay beneath her words.
Archie's smile slipped from his face and was exchanged with a look of remorse.
"Sorry Betts, I was going to but Jug didn't want it to be a thing, and I figured he would tell you on his own."
Betty nodded, understanding her annoyance was misplaced mostly. She felt a slight pang of hurt that Jughead hadn't told her, after all he was one of her best friends- although she's not sure now that she knows what he tastes like if the word friend still applies- but knowing him as well as she did Betty recognised that he wasn't exactly the sharing type; especially not lately. As if on cue Jughead strolled up to the table, Kevin on his heels.
"Hey man, good to have you back!" Archie greeted enthusiastically as Jughead slid in on the bench to sit next to Betty.
Her heart rate picked up at his closeness and she willed herself not to think about what his hand would feel like on her thigh right now.
"Thanks pal," the dark haired boy returned, before turning his attention to his lunch.
"Jughead this is Veronica, she moved here at the start of the year," Archie continued after a second, remembering the shifts in dynamics that had occurred in the small time that had passed since the school year started.
Jughead nodded at the raven haired girl, dressed to the nines with pearls completing her socialite look across from him. He had heard a lot about Veronica Lodge from Betty and Archie when they managed to catch up and even more about her father when he was with the gang, not that anyone at the table needed to know that.
"Jughead?" The New Yorker questioned, an eyebrow raised sceptically.
"Jones the Third" he drawled boredly in reply, already deciding befriending the princess would be a strain for him no matter how much his long-time friends seemed to like her. She was nice enough but they were juxtaposed completely.
Because you and Betty aren't a voice in his head mocked. And for a second he was fine with that voice believing it to be the sardonic humour challenging his friendship choices until he remembered the way said best friends soft curves had felt pressed against his hard body, the lushness of her lips against his chapped ones. Oh they were definitely a contrast but in the most wonderful way possible.
"What happened to the first two?" Veronica asked curiously, a small laugh leaving her perfectly painted lips.
"In jail," Jughead returned dryly without missing a beat.
The girl looked at him with wide eyes for a moment, choking on her sip of coffee which only made his smirk breed mirth. Betty elbowed him in the side while Archie just shook his head. It was the truth, they knew that but he got the feeling they were apprehensive of his treatment toward Veronica. The girl unsure whether to laugh or feel bad. Kevin on the other hand looked positively delighted with the scene unfolding.
"Well, third times the charm right?" She recovered the way only a socialite from fine breeding could and Jughead actually cracked a slight smile at that.
"I'm nothing if not charming."
Betty snorted from her spot beside him and Jughead yanked her pony tail teasingly. Her green eyes flashed reminiscent of their earlier heated exchange and the desire for him to pull her hair under other circumstances reared again. When she looked toward him the teasing demeanour was still settled on his face but his eyes were a shade darker seeming to have picked up on her shift of thought. The tension between them slipped back into place and Jughead licked his lips before speaking again.
"Don't you think I'm charming Elizabeth?" He asked winking at her.
Betty tried to will down the heat that rose to her cheeks at the gesture and quell the tingling low in her belly.
"Your previous behaviour says otherwise Forsythe," she retaliated, trying to keep her composure as her mind slipped further into the memory of his hips rolling into hers in a way much too sinful to be charming.
"What about my skilful tongue?" He asked innocently- according to anyone who wasn't her- eyes wide but smirk intact.
Her breath hitched as she thought about the wonderfully wicked things she now knew he could do with that tongue. He purposely waited before continuing, revelling in her flustered state and darkening orbs.
"I can turn a phrase impeccably."
After that the conversation recessed back into medial chatter while Betty struggled to fight the growing need to drag Jughead behind a wall and ravish him. Her thighs rubbed together under the table. Yeah today was out to get her, purposely causing hell, using her hot best friend as the pawn. After lunch her unexpected desire became easier to ignore though. Jughead had strolled away from the table cigarette hanging from his lips, claiming he had reached his quota of "first day depression". Archie gave him an apprehensive once over but shrugged, saying he'd see him at home later. Betty didn't judge Jughead for ditching, it was a habit he had acquired long before the town went to shit and he began frequenting bars on the other side of town. He was smart and never had trouble catching up, but she also understood Archie's show of unease. They didn't know where or who he was meeting these days and that factor sent her into a tailspin of dread.
Betty had spent the rest of the afternoon, trying her best to pay attention in math and then thanking god for her free period in which she could lock herself away in the Blue and Gold office and let her imagination go as wild as it wanted to while she procrastinated her articles and blushed intently.
She was now laying across her pastel comforter in her much too pink bedroom. A text book in her hands as she tried in vain to concentrate on the words. No matter how much she willed herself to become absorbed in the study her mind just kept straying back to what she was now referring to as "the incident".
Betty groaned in frustration-mostly sexual- as her eyes slid shut. Images of Jughead instantly played behind her lids, dark hair falling across his eyes mysteriously, beanie enticing her to knock it to the floor and run her hands through the tresses. She thought about the way his muscles contracted as he pushed her against the locker, and the delicious stirring it had created deep within her core. She thought about the feeling of his teeth set on her lip and how in control he seemed. She never knew she wanted to relinquish control to anyone, give up her composure so badly until he had offered to take it from her. The thoughts made her dizzy and the ache between her thighs that had been distracting her all day throbbed yet again. Damn her hormones were persistent.
"Fuck it," she sighed, eventually sitting up on her bed and grabbing her phone. She quickly pulled on her converse and headed for her window. It was time to pay the new boy next door- god was he a far cry from that though- a visit. Her lips tingled in anticipation and her thighs clenched with excitement.
Arriving at the Andrew's Betty knocked on the door. Fred opened it with a look of pleasant surprise on his face; he had always had a soft spot for the bright young lady who kept his biological and surrogate son in line.
"Hey Betty, were we expecting you?" He greeted, confusion but not denial etched on his face. She shook her head.
"No sorry I actually just came over to see Jughead. Is he here?" she asked politely, suddenly nervous her trek had been misguided.
Fred stepped out of the threshold, gesturing for her to come in. Betty offered him her girl next door smile and shuffled into the home that always invaded her senses with warmth and comfort.
"No need to apologise, you know you're always welcome over here. And he just got back from seeing some friends, I think he's upstairs," the older Andrew's patted her shoulder before heading back to the couch, where Archie and a paused football game were waiting.
Betty's face contorted in a frown and her eyes met Archie's for a second. He nodded at her, confirming exactly which "friends" Jughead had been with. The blonde shook her head and sighed before kicking off her shoes and bounding up the stairs. As she approached the guest bedroom-now Jughead's room- her nerves tangled and her heart pounded.
She steadied herself for a moment, hand poised on the door handle before her wanting got the better of her and she pushed into the room.
Nothing, however could have prepared her for the sight she was greeted with.
Betty's jaw went slack and her hands curled into fists as her chest heaved. Across the room Jughead stood by his dresser in nothing but a white towel which was sitting low on his waist, giving her perfect exposure to his slim but well defined figure. His chest was well sculpted and he had definite abs, strong arms-those biceps- and a perfect V framed his hips and invited her to imagine where the lines led under the cloth.
She swallowed audibly feeling an intense blush rise across her entire body as her panties became damp. His hair was wet and free from the confines of the beanie, framing his face messily and making his smouldering gaze even more arousing.
For a split second Jughead's face was a vision of shock, but that was merely fleeting. His composure quickly found him and a sexy, dangerous smirk appeared on his full lips. His gaze locked on hers, heady and full of sexual intent as he took a deliberate step toward her.
Betty's breath escaped her, body freezing in place as he came at her, his demeanour akin of a predator closing in its prey. The comparison sent sparks flying through her. The yearning to give in to him, to submit and let him control her spiral flared demandingly. He took another step, eyes raking her figure clad in only a pair of pyjama shorts and a loose t-shirt. Betty shifted under his gaze. She felt oddly empowered, yet incapable of moving all at once.
He took another step and as the space between them lessened the electricity in the air grew. It was crackling, sexual tension rife and enlivening. Betty licked her lips as he came within a step of her body, his eyes following the movement. She was practically panting now, her skin prickling with the memory of what he did to her.
Jughead halted when his figure was a fraction away from hers. His warmth radiated onto her and Betty's eyes fluttered closed briefly. He was intoxicating.
The sardonic boy leaned into her , his face barely an inch from her own. His mouth hovered over her own pink lips as he spoke, not touching but almost…
"Ever heard of knocking," he was teasing her. The dynamic a norm of theirs, although usually she would huff, shove him and retaliate with her own quip. But now in her state of arousal and enthrallment with him, Betty could only let out a stuttered gasp and chase his lips with her own.
Jughead however, wasn't ready to relent. He pulled his head away slightly, chuckling low and gruff at her pout. He stepped further into her body, his hands finding her hips and pushing her back against the bedroom door. Betty's breath hitched and her eyes searched his wantonly, darkening with lust and desire.
He took a moment to appraise her. Loving the fact that he had made "perfect" Betty Cooper fall apart without even touching her yet. He basked in the sight of her, hair wild and falling out of her signature pony tail, eyes dark and sultry, lips open in a gasp, body hot and curving into his own.
Unable to deny her any longer, he pushed her more firmly against the door before capturing her lips with her own. Betty moaned at the contact her mouth opening for him immediately and offering him whatever he wanted to take. Her hips bucked up and her hands gripped his shoulders.
Jughead growled at her response and thrust his tongue into her mouth, skilfully moving it against her own and making her keen.
One of his hands moved around her body to grip her ass and Betty moaned at the feeling. Her head fell back against the door, eyes closed in pleasure. Jughead grinned and trailed his own now swollen lips across her neck, biting and sucking at the flesh, becoming more enthused with every breathy sigh and heady moan that fell from her usually modest mouth.
Betty's own hands became less idle, trailing across his broad shoulders and down his chest, before settling on his abdomen, tracing patterns and revelling in the contraction of the muscles beneath her fingers.
"Juggie," Betty gasped as he littered a purple bruise over her pulse point. Her hips ground against his wantonly. Jughead moaned as she grazed his hardening member, his hands dropping to her thighs and picking her up. Her long legs immediately wrapped around his waist, deliciously aligning her centre with his crotch making the friction even more unbearable. He could feel her wet and warm for him and the knowledge unleashed his primal initiative further.
Moving his lips back to hers their mouths met in a hungry kiss, desperate and ferocious.
Betty sucked in a sharp breath as he deposited her on the leaning over her and moving his hands to the hem of her shirt. He nodded furiously at him and Jughead needed no further prompting removing the garment. Her shorts followed and he sat up to eye her form hungrily with lust engaged eyes. Betty's thighs rubbed together as the way he was looking at her sent a fresh wave of arousal flooding through her core. God she wanted him so badly.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he breathed sinfully in her ear and the sound of his lust infused voice mixed with the cuss made her arch her body toward his and whimper in desperation.
"Please," she whispered as he settled over her, not quite touching and resting his weight on his forearms. Jughead's blue orbs fell further into stormy indigo at the sound of her desperate voice. It was sexy as hell and he could hardly refuse her anything as she lay beneath him in lacy light blue panties and a matching bra.
"Please what?" he asked in mock innocence, as she shivered and ran her hands over the muscles of his back.
"Please touch me," she affirmed her voice suddenly strong as she looked him dead in the eye. His self-control dissolved right there and his mouth was attacking hers again as she moaned, his hand finding her breast and roughly palming it before his finger slipped underneath to toy with her hardened peaks. Betty mewled and he made quick work of the bra clasp pulling it off her.
His mouth replaced his hands as he took a nipple between his teeth making her head fall back on the pillow and her lips part in a silent O.
His lean fingers trailed down her stomach next and came to rest against the lacy edge of her underwear, teasing the band. Betty almost wanted to cry in frustration.
She shifted her hips, pushing them up to make her desires clear. Jughead moved his fingers to the apex of her thighs and rubbed lightly over the underwear. A deep growl was emitted from deep in his chest as she fiercely ground her hips into his hand and choked on a whimper.
"God you're so wet," he groaned against her breast and Betty moaned at the filth falling from his sinful lips.
"Off please," she managed to get out, her hips rocking more fervently as he teased her clit through the soaked fabric.
Jughead did as he was told, removing the destroyed garment and trailing his lips down her stomach. Betty's eyes glossed over as she took in the purely erotic sight of him between her legs, her hips thrusting toward his face unashamedly. Jughead smirked against her inner thigh, his teeth nipping at the skin and evoking another whimper.
And then his tongue- the one she had been dreaming about all day- was on her and she all she could see was blinding light.
"Oh God Juggie!" she whined loudly as his lips worked over her most sensitive flesh. His tongue flicked against her sensitive bundle of nerves and her thighs clenched around his head as her fingers fisted in the sheets.
"Shutup," he groaned against her dripping heat, aware that the walls would only muffle so much noise. Betty panted unable to respond while his tongue and lips kept up their sensual action and his teeth teased her clit.
She was fast becoming a mess of spluttered groans and whines, high pitched moans and pleas for more.
"Yes! Oh my god!" she cried as she neared her release, one hand forming a fist in his hair as her back arched perfectly and her head thrashed on the pillow.
And then it stopped.
Betty's eyes opened, wide and dazed. She wanted to scream. He couldn't just wind her up like that and then stop.
Jughead just looked down at her with a cocky smirk and raised brow.
"Something wrong?" he asked as his hands moved to the knot of his towel. Betty's eyes followed his hands as her hips continued to grind unconsciously searching for friction.
Her brain was struggling to catch up, words a stretch when her nerves were a frazzled mess and her hormones were alight. Her breath caught and she bit her lip as the towel fell away and she was greeted with the sight of his erection. It was hard and big.
"Please," she whimpered again. Hands pulling at his hips, before he collected them in his strong grasp and held them hostage above her head.
"Tell me what you want," he demanded huskily over her lips. Betty panted, desperately searching for friction.
"You," she groaned. Jughead shook his head, that evil smirk tormenting her body.
"Be more specific," he pressed and Betty felt herself get even wetter at the implication of what he wanted her to say.
"Fuck me Jughead," she moaned without hesitation, too far gone to care. She wanted him badly and she be damned if she had to wait any longer. Jughead let out a primal moan at the words and thrust into her hard and deep.
Betty's eyes rolled back in her head at the action, her chest pressing firmly to his.
"Fuck Betts," he breathed out, pulling out and thrusting into her again.
"Faster," she begged and moaned as he complied. Her hips began rising to meet his furious pace, each stroke taking him deeper within her.
"Oh god!" she moaned as he hit that nirvana inside her, his hand coming down to rub her clit furiously as she writhed.
Jughead moved his other hand to free her wrists-her own immediately tangling in his dark hair- and hitched her leg over his shoulder to move harder and deeper.
"Fuck Jug!" she cried out, her inner muscles contracting as she hit her high, dragging him over the edge with her.
Jughead rolled off her body, the pair a panting, sweating heap.
"Damn," he breathed after a moment, his head shaking incredulously.
"You can say that again," Betty agreed as each of them tried to process what the fuck had happened between them over the last 24 hours.