Hello lovely readers,
Sorry I have been a little MIA with my fics lately! I have now finished uni for the year and my exams are done so I should have a lot more time to write! Thanks to everyone who commented, followed, favourited and read this story so far! It means the world to me! this is basically just fluff and smut, but i may add a chapter 5 that will feature a bit more plot and the relationship reveal if the inspo strikes!
Enjoy!
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Betty awoke to soft light streaming through the crack in the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow inviting feelings of contentment. The mattress beneath her was lumpy and the sheets were slightly scratchy against her skin, but she had never felt more comfortable. Jughead's lean body lay next to her, face buried in his own pillow, while his black hair fell carelessly, yet flawlessly around his face. Betty rolled onto her side, a smile on her face as she watched him. Her heart was full as she recalled the words he spoke to her last night; a night that had gone from one of the most terrifying to one of the most electrifying of her life so quickly. She remembered the fear of finding him so battered, the anger as they fought and the…love as they declared their devotion and belonging to each other. Her soul felt at peace with him, here in his old bed, in his old trailer, in this moment. It felt right.
Reaching out a hand Betty delicately pushed the black locks away from Jughead's forehead and gently traced her fingers over the blue and purple hues of his black eye. It looked worse in the light of day and her brow creased as a frown formed on her face. Her stomach dropped as she thought of Jughead being jumped, hit, by some Riverdale dick heads, though some relief did seep through her veins knowing he had been able to protect himself. Unfortunately another voice in her head wouldn't let the matter rest, circling back to worry as she thought about why he needed to be so prepared to protect himself, that it wasn't the first time he had needed to do so and he definitely wasn't a stranger to a fight; his leather being as much of an indication as the occasional bruise or scrape she had seen on him in the past.
"Betty I can hear you thinking."
The blonde startled as his rough morning voice interrupted her spiralling thoughts and pierced the silence.
"How long have you been awake?" Betty asked, a faint blush forming on her cheeks at being caught admiring him so intimately.
A smirk crept upon Jughead's lips as his eyes opened and he propped himself up on his forearms.
"Long enough to conclude you have an unhealthy obsession with me."
Betty rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her own lips at his teasing.
"Don't flatter yourself Jones."
"I don't need to when I have you around to stroke my ego," he replied teasingly rolling onto his own side and pulling her toward him with an arm secured around her waist.
Her breath hitched as his blue eyes bore into her own green. The colour was stunning and the proximity was dizzying and all Betty could do was bask in his embrace and this newfound bliss between them- a real bliss. Shuffling further into his embrace she entwined her legs with Jughead's and moved the hand on his face to cup his cheek while the other splayed across his chest.
"Big talk coming from a guy who needed me to nurse him back to health last night…" she quipped back, keeping her tone light and her gaze flirty.
Jughead let out a chuckle, the sound low and arousing causing her thighs to clench and a shiver to run down her spine. The arm slung over her waist started tracing lazy circles on her hip under his shirt that draped her body.
"Fortunately that's a fantasy I don't mind reliving Cooper. Maybe you could give me a sponge bath next?"
Betty couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from her throat in response, shaking her head as she gently pushed his shoulder so he was lying on his back before moving to straddle his hips.
"In your dreams," her blonde curls fell around them in a messy curtain as she leaned toward his lips.
"Always," Jughead whispered as he closed the distance between them and caught her in a tender kiss. Pulling away and leaning her forehead against his Betty brushed the inky hair from his eyes and let out a contended sigh.
"What?" Jughead asked, pressing feather light kisses against her cheek and then travelling along her jaw line.
"I'm happy," she breathed, dragging him into another kiss this one quickly morphing from a sweet caress of lips to a heated push and pull.
The force was bruising as her hands tugged on his hair, while his tongue traced her bottom lip before commanding its way into her mouth. Betty moaned at the sensations he was igniting within her, tongues tangled sensuously while his hands intimately slid up her waist to her ribcage.
Breaking away from her mouth and leaving her panting, Jughead moved his lips down her neck, biting and sucking to coax purple blemishes across the pale skin. Tilting her head to give him better access, Betty slowly began to rock her hips against his trying to find some friction and ease the tension building between her thighs.
Jughead smirked against her neck at the reaction and slid his hands further up to cup her breasts under her [his] shirt. Betty moaned as he squeezed them roughly before rubbing his thumbs across the pebbled peaks.
"Juggie," she breathed, trying to gather her whits.
The boy in question hummed against her collar bone in reply before nipping at the flesh, not to be distracted from his ministrations. Betty gasped, and pressed her hips closer to bulge she could feel hardening beneath her, but used her grip in his hair to pull his head away nonetheless.
"Jug, we should stop…" she eventually articulated, though reluctantly.
Jughead looked up at her and raised a brow questioningly.
"Is that what you want?" he asked disbelievingly, punctuating his point with a slight thrust of his pelvis into hers.
Betty whimpered at the action.
"No, but you're still hurt." Her fingers trailed over his taught abdomen as she spoke the words softly, gently tracing the darkened blemish covering the majority of his side.
Jughead's gaze softened at her concern. Covering her hand with his larger one he stilled her movements, before replacing it over his heart. His other hand moved to tuck her wild blonde tresses behind her ear.
"Betts I appreciate the concern, I do," he began gently pressing his lips softly to her cheek.
"But?" she asked sensing her wasn't done yet.
"But, I'd really like to make love to you now." Her breath hitched at his words, tingles tripping down her spine and electricity sparked between them.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Jughead smiled before dipping his head to ravish the slope of her neck again.
"If we stay like this, I think I'll manage," he whispered hotly in her ear before tugging the lobe between his teeth.
Letting her eyes fall shut, Betty wrapped her arms around his shoulders and began rocking her hips again showing him her willingness to comply.
Moaning appreciatively Jughead lowered his kisses across her collarbone, nipping the skin before soothing the irritated flesh with his tongue. Suddenly feeling much too hot in the singular piece of clothing that adorned her body, Betty gave his broad shoulders a gentle shove.
Jughead retreated from her skin, question dying on his tongue and gaze turning dangerously dark as she quickly pulled the shirt over her head settling herself firmly on his lap once more and seeking friction with renewed vigour.
Her lack of bra had his erection positively aching between her thighs, but the smirk that had formed on her lips was quickly transformed into a needy whine as Jughead's mouth moved over the sensitive flesh of her breast, rolling his tongue over the peak.
Not one to be passive, one of Betty's hands wound tightly in his hair holding him to her while the other roamed the strong expanse of his back, nails gently raking over the skin prompting appreciative groans from the boy beneath her.
Pulling back from her chest Jughead caught her swollen lips in a heated kiss once more. The clash of teeth and tongues usually translated to filthy promises but now somehow felt more sensual than ever; the raw passion transcending to an entirely new level of lust and want in the wake of heartfelt confessions.
His strong hands began to creep up her smooth thighs, avoiding where she needed him most.
"Jug," Betty sighed, breathlessly. It was needy but she didn't care. She needed him, she had accepted that, she needed him in every way and now she had no room left to be embarrassed.
"Do you want me to touch you baby?" He asked in her ear, the tone low and gravelly making her shiver with anticipation as her thighs clenched with arousal.
Betty nodded her head vigorously, shifting her hips to try and find his fingers.
"Ask nicely," he teased, nipping the shell of her ear while his fingers danced across the lace trimming of her panties.
"Please!" the usually composed blonde panted out, a relieved moan leaving her ravished lips when his long fingers finally slipped underneath the lace to taunt her wet centre.
Jughead groaned at the feeling of her arousal, so hot and wet and ready for him. The sounds she made as his fingers curled up inside her while his thumb played with her throbbing clit were practically driving him insane. All desperate whimpers and needy whines and he knew he would die happy as long as he got to make Betty Cooper make those noises for the rest of his life.
Her slender hands gripped his shoulders tightly as her head lulled with pleasure. She felt hot all over, as though her body was on fire and she was near combustion. His fingers never relented, keeping a devastating tempo that had her on the edge embarrassingly quickly. But just as Betty felt the blinding light of her peak begin to wash over her his hand retracted leaving her empty and aching.
Her eyes shot open and for a moment Jughead was paralysed by the stunning emerald of her eyes drowning in dark pools of lust and hunger. Betty opened her mouth to question why he stopped and beg him to continue- pride be damned- but sensing her coming line of protest Jughead shook his head and drew her up on her knees, hands skimming up to tug on her underwear. Realising his intention, Betty hurried to remove the blue lace, while Jughead hastily pulled down his boxers leaving no barriers between them.
As soon as the unwanted items were discarded to the floor, Betty gripped his impressive erection guiding it to her dripping entrance. Jughead hissed at the feeling and gripped her hips tightly, pulling her down on him.
They both moaned at the sensation of being connected. Betty began a delicious rhythm of lifting and dropping her hips over his, while Jughead's grasp on her waist helped her go harder each time drawing low moans, and breathy sighs from each of their mouths. The feeling of him pulsing inside of her, filling her so perfectly was so overwhelming, and she could tell by the way he was sure to leave bruises on her skin, he was feeling the same.
Pushing her chest flush against his, Betty caught Jughead's lips in a searing kiss, arms wrapping around his neck and toying with the hairs there. Feeling himself slowing losing control, Jughead angled her hips just so, to give himself leverage to reach that spot inside her that made her gasp in his mouth, her eyes clasp shut and her legs clutch his hips in a vice grip.
Betty began to pant into his mouth, their lips grazing against each other as he moved harder inside her, grazing that spot every time.
"Come on baby," he breathed into her mouth as one hand reached between them to rub her clit in tight circles eliciting a sinful moan from her throat as stars exploded behind her eyelids and pleasure crashed over her in the mighty waves of her orgasm. Jughead groaned as her walls fluttered and clenched around him, drawing him over the edge and bringing his own finish rushing through him; a call of her name falling from his lips.
They continued to rock each other gently, riding out the waves of ecstasy until they couldn't take any more. Wincing slightly as she lifted off of him, Betty collapsed beside him on the bed, in the same spot she had woken up in that morning.
Jughead's arm was quick to pull her against his side, and she didn't hesitate to rest her head against his chest, letting the steady thrum of his heart beat fill her ears and calm her soul.
They stayed like that for a while, her fingers lightly tracing the ridges of his stomach while his carded through her tangled blonde tresses, each content to revel in the other's company for the time being.
Eventually Betty broke the comfortable silence, unable to quell the nagging voice in her head that obsessed over his wellbeing every time her fingers brushed against the dark, marred flesh of his side. He didn't complain but she still noticed the subtle hitch in his breathing even after his heart rate slowed and the slight flinch or tightening of muscles when she pushed a little too hard against his skin.
"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?"
Jughead almost wanted to laugh at the question. The ridiculous notion of her harming him when she felt so small tucked into his side like she was, causing him to bite his lip. But the tone of her voice was so delicate and small- vulnerable- and her eyes were so wide and caring when he glanced down at her, that he quickly sobered up.
Brining a hand to cup her cheek, Jughead looked her dead in the eye and spoke truthfully.
"I've never been more okay in my whole life Betty Cooper."