Jughead looked down at her, her impossibly perfect curves begging him to touch her, he leaned into her capturing her mouth again in a heated kiss as he dug his fingers into her waist his large hands making her look even tinier than usual. He slid one hand up grabbing the side of her neck, pushing his thumb into her throat feeling her pulse spike against it. He pulled back again sliding his flannel off his arms and ripping his T-shirt over his head, throwing it to the ground and going back to his original position, twisting her head slightly and pressing his lips to her jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses on her neck using his tongue to massage her skin, she sighed, followed by a timid moan, and it wasn't enough for him, his need for her brewing low in his abs, he bit gently making her gasp. He somehow needed to be closer to her, after he had walked outside earlier and seen the look on her face he was sure it would be over, he had done a good job hiding it but he had been terrified, he knew she would want nothing to do with him, but here she was underneath him, kissing him back, trusting him, like she always did. A sharp pain erupted in his chest, and he sucked in a sharp breath stilling his lips against her, he closed his eyes tightly, something stinging in them and it took him a moment to realize it was tears, his lower lip shook involuntarily, he pulled back and looked at her, doing his best to blink them away. She looked up at him, her lips slightly parted, her skin flushed, and her eyes glazed over in lust, she pulled forward trying to kiss him again, but he held her back looking into her eyes, she blinked a few times realizing the change in him, and reached her hand up cradling his face.
"Juggie," She whispered, that damn nickname for him making his heart pound, he didn't know what the hell was happening, he just knew he didn't want to look away from her.
"Betty, I…" He started his voice shaking and making him cringe, She looked at him, tilting her head adorably to the side, "You're beautiful," he finally decided not knowing what else to say, she blushed looking to the side, he leaned back into her embrace leaning down and kissing her shoulder, making his way back to her neck trying to ignore the tightening in his chest and get back to the tightening in his jeans, as he felt himself strain against his zipper, he needed to be closer to her and it dawned on him that the only way to do that was to break one of his rules, he huffed out a breath against her skin as she reached her hands up into his hair pulling him tighter against her, her legs tightened around him her knees pulling up a little, He pushed his hand up cupping her breast and making her tilt her head back against the cabinets, as she moaned, he reached his other hand from the side of her face and went for the button on her pants but with the way she was sitting it was too difficult, he pulled back taking her with him until she was standing, and he unbuttoned her jeans pulling the zipper down desperately, he spun her around, his body feeling like it was on fire as he pushed himself against her ass, crushing her against the counter, grabbing her hair from the nape of her neck and pulling slightly as he moved it to the side pressing his lips down on the back of her neck and down to her shoulder, slowly grinding his hips against her getting a moan out of her and not being able to hold one back himself. He left wet sloppy kisses against her skin, she arched her back pushing into him, and his vision blurred as he bordered on having control and completely losing, he slid his hand down her torso loving the way she shivered against his fingers, he teased her hips running his fingers slowly on the skin right below where her jeans were sitting low on her hips. His breaths were coming impossibly quickly as she moved against him, the friction driving him insane. He was about to flip her around, when she stilled completely going rigid against him, she spun on her own, her eye filled with an emotion he wasn't expecting to see, anger. She pushed him back impossibly fast, making him stumble a bit in surprise.
"Jug," She said in a low voice full of warning and he searched her face wildly, confusion and frustration filling him as he stepped forward pressing against her again, she pressed her hand firmly on his chest, he growled slightly, his jaw clenching as he reached up to move it, "Stop," She commanded, her gaze narrowed at him, before moving to his counter. His whole body went cold as he followed her gaze to the cup that was still sitting there, the dark red lipstick clearly visible. He let out long anguished exhale closing his eyes and stepping back letting her go holding his hand up at his sides in surrender. He opened his eyes, the anger and hurt in hers making him flinch.
"Betty…" He started, licking his lips and racking his brain for a way out of this. "That… I can explain," He knitted his eyebrows together trying to come up with any explanation that didn't result in her crying or running away from him. Her eyes never gave way to the anger in them as she leaned down grabbing her hoodie off the floor and pulling it over her head wordlessly, she buttoned her pants, letting out an angry laugh, before shooting him a look and pushing past him hitting his shoulder oddly hard and going straight for the door, opening it quickly "Shit, no.. Betty please," He stuttered running past her and slamming the door with his long arm, throwing himself between her and the door, blocking it and grabbing her shoulders.
"How old is that Jug," She asked her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flaring. She just had to ask the one question that would somehow make this worse, he ran his hand through his hair, opening his mouth to answer, closing it again and giving her the most apologetic look he could muster. "When is that from?" She growled strongly.
"Today…" He swallowed the lump in his throat. "But you don't understand," He tried.
"What don't I understand? That you are exactly what everyone warned me about?" she hissed out. He searched her face willing her to calm down to give him the chance to explain.
"Okay I deserved that, but you don't get it, I was asleep and the guys sent her up here to get me, she is just like that Betty, she… she thinks we still have a thing and that's just her way of reminding me," He reached out to grab her again but dropped his hands when he saw the hurt on her face at his words.
"Do you still have a thing?" She looked away her voice slightly less angry but now full of pain.
"No, no… I told her tonight to get used to you being around, I made it clear, I'll make it clear," He tried desperately.
"And that's all that happened?" Betty asked her eyes glancing back to the cup. Fuck. Jughead felt the lie on the tip of his tongue, he was so good at it, and it came so naturally to him, but that's not who he wanted to be to her.
"No," He sighed honestly, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, bracing himself for her reaction, he assumed she would slap him, but she stayed silent, he opened his eyes to a sight that ripped his heart completely in half as silent tears fell from her eyes, she just stared at him making no noise. Her eyes filled with so much hurt, his eyes felt that stupid sting again, he sucked his lower lip into his mouth biting down hard and tasting the metallic taste of blood, he blinked a few times pushing away the unfamiliar feeling.
"So you'll sleep with her," Betty sighed defeated and turned away from him, he hurriedly grabbed her shoulder.
"No, I didn't, we didn't have sex," He finally had something somewhat good to say, something to maybe make her feel better. "I haven't…" he paused choosing his words carefully "I haven't slept with her since I reconnected with you, I promise," He chose to ignore the snakeskin that he had fucked that first night, deciding she didn't count, he had no idea how important Betty was going to be to him. He hated himself for it but old habits die hard, and he couldn't handle anymore pain in her eyes.
"So what happened?" Betty asked eyeing him carefully.
"We kissed, that's it I swear, and I pushed her off and told her to go," He took a step closer dropping his hand from her shoulder.
"You're a piece of shit, you know?" she huffed out angrily. He knew she wasn't wrong but the words still cut oddly deep. "You basically threatened me about kissing Archie, and you did the same thing," She glared, at her Boyfriends name his fists immediately balled up, anger spiking in him .
"Joaquin had told me, and I don't know it seemed fair," He was finding his footing again and going from desperate to cold, remembering her kiss and enjoying the feeling of getting back to himself.
"You know that doing the same thing as someone else immediately negates you being a victim, right?" She stared at him sharply.
"I was never a victim Betts," he sighed trying to refrain from getting too cold, he pulled himself back mentally taking a deep breath "I wasn't trying to be at least," He ran his hand down his face making the conscious choice to be vulnerable, a very foreign idea for him. "Look, I fucked up, I was mad and confused and I have no excuse, but I'm sorry."
"The same goes for you…" she looked at the floor her eyebrows pulled together in determination.
"What?" He asked confused where this was going.
"If you kiss that Snakeskin again, I can't promise I won't do something about it, and I will find out," she let out a shaky breath lifting her chin and repeating his words from earlier back to him. He knew she was all talk, but that wasn't the point and he understood.
"Noted," he tried to smile at her but she wouldn't budge, "Did you just call her a snakeskin?" He laughed, she glared at him.
"That's what she is right?" She crossed her arms over her chest still glaring but blushing too.
"Yeah," He laughed again "That's exactly what she is, and obviously Joaquin talks too much," He rolled his eyes. Finally feeling like she had calmed down enough, he moved completely away from the door and over to the kitchen counter grabbing the cup and chucking it hard into the trash can hearing the glass shatter. He opened the cabinet a pulled out a different glass, reaching above the fridge for a bottle of whiskey pouring himself a large glass, and taking a sip.
"Has anyone ever told you that you drink too much," she tilted her head to the side sassily.
"Eh, I've heard that, but 'drinking problem' sounds too negative, I like to call it a 'drinking talent', have you ever seen me drunk?" He tipped the glass taking a long sip, and watched her shake her head "Exactly… I'm excellent at drinking without all the awful side effects, or at least without showing them," He smirked, taking another sip.
"I'm not sure you should brag about that," Betty rolled her eyes, but she seemed to be lightening up a little and he was grateful. He leaned back on the counter resting his elbows behind him.
"You know why we call them that?" He asked motioning for her to come to him, but she didn't , he glared, fighting off the feeling of rejection.
"Who?" She asked eyeing him carefully.
"The snakeskins," He pushed off the counter going to her instead, she just shook her head, he reached his hand out grabbing her waist and waiting to see if she would pull away but she didn't "it's 'cause we shed them, often, and without thought, it's like nature," He leaned his head down hoping she would let him kiss her but she twisted her head to the side giving him her cheek instead, which he accepted placing a soft kiss right below her eye.
"That's kind of mean," She looked up at him, her nose scrunched in disgust. He just shrugged.
"You know why we call our ladies charmers?" He swayed her back and forth in his arms.
"I have an idea," She finally cracked a small smile, so he kept swaying her as if they were dancing with no music.
"It's 'cause in our lives shit gets crazy and they are the only ones that can bring us back to ourselves, remind us why we we fight so hard, and also miraculously calm us down, kinda like you did with that guy earlier tonight," He kissed her forehead, and she finally reached up her arms around him and hugged him back.
"Jug, I'm not your lady or whatever," She chuckled rolling her eyes. He stopped moving and pulled back forcing her to look at him.
"You will be," He looked so deeply into her eyes both of them froze at the weight of his words but he didn't regret them, her cheeks became impossibly pink and she stared at him wide eyed, her mouth falling open slightly at his admission. "Betty, I… have I told you recently how beautiful you are," He bent his head down and kissed her, he didn't wait for approval he just did it. He knew at that moment in his gut what he really wanted to say, but the words wouldn't leave his lips, he wasn't sure if it was just his stubborn nature or if it was that he hadn't uttered them pretty much his entire life, but they wouldn't come out and he just had to accept his own limitations, he had broken down so many walls already for this girl, some he wasn't aware he was breaking, and some he wasn't even aware of to begin with. Everything he had done so far was completely foreign to him, he knew how to be charming, he knew how to flirt and fuck, but all this vulnerable, honestly shit was so new to him, it still scared the shit out of him, so for now he told himself this was enough, he was doing enough, he just sincerely hoped that she saw that too.
"I'm still mad," she pouted looking away away from him.
"I know,"He swallowed hard feeling awful that he had ruined their time together. "What can I do to fix it?" He tightening his arms around her.
"I just need time," she sighed "maybe we should just go to bed."
"Okay, I can respect that," He let her go, and walked around the chairs waiting at his bedroom door for her to follow, she eventually turned and made her way to him. He let her go through the door first, walking into his messy room, sitting down on the unmade bed and reaching his hand out to her, she slowly grabbed it letting him pull her to him, and standing between his legs.
"Sorry it's a mess in here, I wasn't expecting company," He let her hand go, wrapping his arms around her.
"Would you have cleaned if you knew," she eyed him suspiciously.
"No, probably not," he laughed, looking up at her, that stupid tightening in his chest still there. He leaned back grabbing the pillows and throwing them back to the head of his bed. She stepped away looking around the room, walking over to the dresser and picking up a book that was laying on top, and flipping it in her hands.
"You read a lot?" She looked back at him.
"Yeah, not as much as I'd like anymore," He shrugged "I like books because it makes me motivated to write."
"You write too?" she asked putting the book down, and gliding her hand along the wood of his dresser.
"Same answer, yes but not as much as I'd like anymore," He watched her carefully as she looked at a frame propped up, an old photo of him as a kid his arms lovingly wrapped around a much younger Jellybean.
"Why not anymore?" she turned around slowly, leaning against the drawers.
"Life is busier than it used to be," He said feeling an odd tinge of sadness.
"With arms dealing and all?" He just nodded in response to her question. "Is it ever scary?" she asked earnestly. He twisted his lips to the side thoughtfully.
"Yeah, it has its moments," He shrugged. She stepped closer to the bed, pausing with a contemplative look on her face.
"Have you ever… gotten hurt?" She looked down twisting her foot on the ground.
"Yeah," He answered honestly watching her and nodding his head having no reason to lie. "Do you want a shirt to sleep in?" He asked changing the subject.
"Um, sure," She nodded timidly, he pushed himself off the bed, standing and walking past her, opening up a drawer and handing her a grey T-shirt with a faded black S on it. She took it from him turning her back to him and sliding her green hoodie over her head, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the ground, he watched her, grinding his teeth as he held himself from grabbing her, he raked his eyes over her bare back, as she slid the shirt over her head pulling her hair gently out of the neck, next she unbuttoned her jeans, bending slightly to push them down her legs, kicking her shoes off in the process and pushing all her stuff against the wall in a neat pile. She walked barefoot, her tiny feet padding lightly the hardwood floors, his shirt reaching her mid thighs as she made her way to the bed, crawling onto it and twisting to face him sitting on the side closer to the wall, cross legged, He followed suit, kicking off his shoes and taking off his jeans tossing them across the room, walking to the bed, he laid down rolling on his side to face her and propping up his head on his hand. She played mindlessly with the hem of his shirt.
"I didn't think I'd have you in a bed, in my shirt again so soon," He smiled looking her over and enjoying the sight. She smiled softly at him, leaning down and laying close to him, he rolled onto his back stretching out his right arm underneath her and wrapping it around her shoulder pulling her against his right side, she curled against him laying her head in the crook of his shoulder, he reached his other hand up pulling it behind his head, he rubbed his thumb gently on her shoulder before reaching up and pulling her hair behind her ear, she put her hand on his chest, tracing small circles with her finger tip on his pecks, tickling his skin and causing goosebumps to breakout where she touched him, she timidly traced her hand to the side, running a ghost like touch across the long slightly curved scar under his ribs. He watched her breathing slowly, she kept her eyes down as she rubbed along the shiny smooth scar tissue, she reached her hand to his left side running her fingers along another scar, a patch of small spread out scars on his waist where a shotgun had slightly hit him, he flinched remembering how his mom had stood over him, pulling out bullet fragments from the small holes, Sweet Pea standing next to her taking a sip from the bottle of vodka they had used to pour over the wound first, the sting still so clear in his head, he had been lucky he had moved just in time to only get a few of the small round bullets imbedded into his skin. Betty looked up at him through her eyelashes, her fingers still rubbing against the bumped up skin. He pulled his eyebrows together, raising one slightly at her waiting for her to ask, but she didn't, she just cast her gaze back down to his chest, running her hand up lightly, finding her way to the clean circular scar above his right collarbone, tracing it deliberately following the ouroboros he had tattooed around it.
"What is this one?" She finally asked, her voice barely more than a whisper, he took a deep breath watching her head rise and fall with his movement, he thought he had prepared himself to answer her questions about his scars, but that one was more than just a scar, it was a story, the story of him and who he had become.
"A bullet hole," He finally answered after a long moment of silence, he didn't even know where to begin with that story so he just waited for her to ask more if she wanted to. She rolled on to her stomach laying on him slightly resting her chin on the back of her hand that was flat on his chest, she looked up at him searching his face.
"When did it happen?" She asked reaching her other hand up and touching it again gently.
"Years ago," He answered swallowing hard.
"How old were you?" she pulled her eyebrows together in confusion, obviously putting together his age and his answer.
"Probably fourteen or so," He looked away from her and up at the ceiling not wanting to see the pity in her eyes.
"Jesus Jug," She sighed sadly gliding her finger across the circle. "Does it hurt?" She asked, her question startling him, as he looked back down to her.
"No, It randomly stings sometimes but it never really hurts," He shook his head.
"I mean getting shot.." she trailed off blushing.
"Oh, yeah like hell," He laughed, realizing what she had meant "But I don't know what's worse, the initial pain, or having to dig the bullet out after," he laughed again watching her cringe at his words. "It's worse if the bullet ends up in fragments and doesn't come out clean, or it happens to be a shotgun, the casing holds a ton of little round bullets that spread out when it's fired," He explained, and he watched her look to his scar on his waist and back up to him questioningly and he just nodded answering her silent question.
"What about this one?" She asked touching the long one again.
"Actually that one is from glass," He laughed nonchalantly, she looked up at him her eyes wide. "Yeah I got thrown through a window, I broke my arm too, and cracked my sternum," He laughed again reminiscing back to the fight they had gotten into with the Hellhounds, a gang that was originally from Boston, they had been in the upstairs of a warehouse when one of their guys shot a serpent point blank in the head after accusing them of ripping them off, which to be fair was true, the Hounds had a problem with the Irish in Boston, but because the Serpent's relationship with the Irish in New York, they had hatched a plan to sell them guns that were made to misfire, it was a longer story, but all hell had broken loose, a massive riot between the two gangs, one of them had Sweet Pea on the ground a gun in his face, Jughead had charged him, fighting the guy, but eventually getting thrown through a second story window, luckily he was able to twist mid air, he landed slightly on his back and his arm, but the glass hadn't been pushed further in, which probably would have killed him.
"Do I even want to know?" she asked gulping.
"Probably not," He shook his head, reaching his fingers into her hair and playing with it.
"Do you have any more?" She asked closing her eyes as he rubbed her scalp tenderly.
"I have a lot, just most of them are covered with tattoos," He said matter of factly.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to that," she sighed sleepily.
"The scars or the tattoos?" He laughed.
"Both," She smiled her eyes still closed.
"What about you?" He asked, making her open her eyes and look at him confused.
"I definitely would not be allowed to have tattoos," she looked at him as if he were crazy.
"I meant scars," He smirked, making her look away shyly.
"Oh…. no I don't have any cool ones, if that's what you mean," she shrugged, rolling slightly off of him and back on to her side.
"So mine are cool?" He asked raising his eyebrows, trying not to laugh.
"You know what I mean," she rolled her eyes. "Mine are dumb, I have one on my ankle from falling off my bike when I was six, and this one on my finger from cutting fruit at work," She laughed pointing to a tiny white line across the knuckle on her left hand.
"That's not dumb, that's cute," He pulled her closer to his side.
"I don't have anything cool that's worth noticing on me," She shook her head "Not like you," She looked away blushing.
"Me? What do I have other than constant reminders that my life is a fucked up mess?" he laughed humorlessly.
"I don't know, you have all these cool tattoos, and scars, but not just that, you have all these little things that make you… I don't know... make you hard to look away from," She smiled sweetly, but he looked at her skeptically.
"Little things like what?" He shook his head not believing her.
"Don't play dumb, you know you are gorgeous," She rolled her eyes at him.
"Please don't ever call me that again," He laughed squeezing his hand around her waist and tickling her making her giggle loudly.
"You know what I mean," She swatted his hand away "Your jet black hair, green eyes, sharp jaw, the adorable mole on your chin and that one on your neck, and that half smile you do, which just makes people notice that freckle on your bottom lip…. And now I'm rambling… but you get what I mean, you're just too easy to look at, to study…" She trailed off, her words made his cheeks hot, never having really paid attention to any of those things, and finding it kind of intimidating how much she noticed about him.
"Something tells me that not many people focus too hard on a freckle on my lip," He chuckled, but his brain was still trying to process her explaining how she saw him, feeling flattered and scared all at once, he wasn't sure if anyone had ever paid attention to him the way she did.
"Well I do," She shrugged "your eyes also get darker when you get serious or… or turned on," She looked up at him timidly.
"Really?" He asked shocked "I didn't know that," He looked at her smilingly lovingly. "Well your eyes are usually slightly different colors," he countered deciding to turn the tables on her.
"Yeah, I'm aware of that," she rolled her eyes playfully rolling onto her back and stretching her arms over her head. Jughead took the opportunity to flip on his side leaning over her slightly.
"Did you also know you scrunch your nose when you really smile, or when you're mad, or when you're grossed out? actually you scrunch your nose a lot." He playfully tapped his finger on the tip of her nose.
"I do not," She tried, and he watched, laughing, as her nose slightly scrunched but she stopped herself trying to relax her face.
"You also stand with your toes pointed inward slightly, especially when you're nervous," He smiled resting his hand on her jaw, cradling her face.
"What? No I Don't" She laughed trying to pull away from him "Do I really?" She asked the embarrassment obvious in her voice.
"Yeah, it's adorable, you're like a shy, sexy little anime girl," He laughed, her blush was bright pink against her pale skin "You also blush a lot," he sighed lovingly watching her. She narrowed her eyes at him playfully. "Betts?" He started catching her attention with his more serious tone.
"Yeah?" She asked quietly, as he pulled himself up on top of her a little more.
"I'm gonna kiss you," He had meant it to be more of a question trying to still be respectful of her wanting time, but he stared at her lips knowing he was going to be pulled to her anyways, thankfully she nodded her head reaching her hands up and holding his face and he finally leaned down enough for his lips to connect with hers. He kissed her slowly and deliberately focusing on the way her lips moved against him, he shifter himself further on top of her holding himself up with his forearm next to her head, she let out a light moan when he let let his weight push down on her, his body flush against hers, she opened her legs pulling them up on either side of him, he pulled back looking at her, studying her face, pushing her hair back lightly with his finger tips. She opened her mouth as if she was going to speak, but closed it again, her eyes looking away from him, he ran his fingers along her jaw, his thumb rubbing gently below her lower lip.
"I want to be the only person you are with," She finally said shyly. He smiled sadly, feeling bad that she even needed to say that.
"Understood," He nodded. He kissed her again softly.
"Will that be hard for you?" She asked looking at him knowingly.
"No Betts, I know what my life must seem like, but you are all I want," He bent his head lower kissing her jaw all the way until his face was buried in her neck, she tilted her head back arching her back as he kissed her, the scent from her hair filled his nose, that same warm vanilla smell that drove him insane, she pushed her hips up slightly pressing against him and he sucked in a sharp breath.
"I want you too," She whispered breathlessly as he ran his tongue up her neck placing an open mouth kiss right behind her ear. She reached her hand up tangling it into his hair, moaning timidly when he started slowly and torturously grinding his hips into her. He moved to the other side of her neck kissing it passionately, he pulled back slowly lifting his shirt that she had on up, she lifted her arms up, letting him lift her shoulders off the bed and sliding the shirt gently over her head, she laid back down and he stared at her now topless form, completely mesmerized. His hand immediately went to her chest feeling her soft warm breast under his large hand, she gasped as he ran his thumb over her small, pink nipple, noting they were hard under his touch, she shivered as he started kissing down her neck and over her collarbone still holding one breast in his hand massaging gently, he shifted himself down her, his mouth moving down her body hovering over the other one with his lips, he looked up at her loving the pleasured blush she had as she stared back at him expectantly, he finally placed his lip around the petite pink pearl, letting his tongue brush it lightly as he still looked up at her, her eyes closing as she arched up into him gasping. He worked his mouth around her enjoying feeling her of her moving up against him, grinding her hips into his hard toned stomach that was still tightly held in place by her thighs squeezing around him, he moved his mouth to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. He pulled himself up on his knees before moving lower placing heated open mouth kisses over her ribcage and making his way down her stomach feeling it quiver under his lips, when he finally hit the line of her panties he ran his tongue across her right above the band. He hooked his finger into them pulling down slightly giving him more new skin to kiss and ravish, she moaned pushing up into his lips, he finally laid himself flat, his impossibly hard erection pressing against the mattress, he moved his own hand down to adjust himself but was so turned on he couldn't help but start stroking himself, still kissing low on her hips, he moved to her inner thigh, letting her panties stay covering her for now, she spread her legs slowly moaning more loudly now as he sucked on her skin, biting gently, he lifted his head, his hand still on himself, as he kissed her core through the fabric of her panties, she let out a soft cry bucking up into him, he finally released himself, hissing at the loss of friction but wanting to focus on her. He lifted his hand again hooking his thumb slowly under the hip of her panties on both sides, she froze not lifting her hips to let him pull them down completely, his whole body was like a livewire, feeling like electricity was coursing from her skin and into him, he wasn't in control anymore at all, and all he wanted to do was taste her, he started pulling down on the fabric despite her not helping him.
"Jug," She squeaked quickly, making him look up at her and noticing how intense her blush was, he was breathing so heavily it was making him light headed, or it could have been the scent of her that was invading his senses.
"Hmm?" He asked not being able to fully form words, he licked his lips in anticipation, trailing his eyes back down her curvy body, back to the spot that he was preparing to delve into.
"I've never…" She stuttered "No one has ever…" She sighed blushing again embarrassed. It finally dawned on him what she was trying to say, that she had never done this before, and he bit back a moan at the knowledge that he would be the first and only person who had ever tasted her, he found it so erotic, his member twitched against the bed, a new form of heat erupting in him. His possessive nature spiking, an unheard of need to claim her, to show her how he could make her feel, and make sure he gave her an orgasm she would never forget.
"It's okay," He smiled seductively rubbing his thumb under her panties and closer to her center, her soft skin getting chills. "All you have to do is lay back and enjoy yourself," He kissed her again over her panties, getting another moan out of her, so he did it again, this time letting his lips push harder with more intention.
"I'm nervous," She breathed out, "Oh….shit... Jug," She moaned, breathing heavily, throwing her head back as he ran his tongue up her letting it press harder where he knew her clit was under the soft blue fabric.
"I'll be gentle," He cooed. He started pulling down, his lips already twitching in anticipation, she lifted her hips slowly pressing herself into his mouth as her panties finally rolled down her hips, her soft skin completely bare, and pale, like silky porcelain. His breath hitched at the sight, he hadn't been prepared for how gorgeous he would find her, his lips pulled down to her like a magnet, leaving a soft gentle kiss at the top of her slit where her small bundle of nerves was, he stilled pressing his lips down harder and letting her get used to the feeling.
"Oh," She moaned obviously shocked at the feeling, her hands reaching down and tangling into his hair pressing his face harder into her as her hips lifted up, he smiled against her skin, staying still and torturing her a little as she squirmed against him obviously wanting more, he lightly moved his lips kissing softly.
"See, not so bad," He lifted his head slightly, pushing back on her hands easily and smiling wickedly at her flushed appearance, her eyes searching his face wildly, he could feel her hands involuntarily pressing on his head trying to push him back down, only making him smile more. He let her, burying his face between her legs, reaching his hand under her knee and lifting it so she had one leg propped up, he finally kissed her again hard, this time using his tongue making her cry out. He stopped again, and she let out a whine "Right?" She just responded by trying to push herself up against him, "Tell me, Betty," He commanded, his voice low and raspy.
"No, it's not bad" She whimpered "It's good...very good…. More," she tried somewhat incoherently. He leaned his head back down swirling his tongue against her in a small circle, before sucking her clit lightly and biting down making her yelp, her back arching impossibly high off the bed. He finally ran his tongue lower entering her slightly and fully tasting her, moaning against her skin, the vibration making her shiver. After tasting her for awhile and feeling her whither against him, he ran his tongue back up to her clit, replacing his tongue inside her with one finger entering her slowly as she cried out, he moved it slowly and gently at first, letting his lips message her with open mouth kisses.
"Oh god," She moaned loudly as he entered a second finger hooking them up slightly and pulling them almost out before pushing them back in slowly, his whole body tensing up with hers as he reminded himself over and over to stay gentle and in control.
A loud knock sounded on the far door of his makeshift apartment, Betty froze under him. He waited looking up at her, his fingers still in her impossibly wet core, he started to press his lips back against her skin ignoring the sound, another louder knock sounded this time hitting the door a few more times urgently.
"Fuck," He cursed slamming his other hand against the mattress. He pulled his fingers out of her, looking her in the eyes while he lifted his fingers deliberately sucking them into his mouth, "Wait here," He commanded, he pulled himself off of her his erection showing obviously in his tight grey boxers. She hurriedly lifted her panties back up, sitting up and crawling backwards on the bed until she was back against the pillows, her hair was wildly laying around her face, a few strands sticking to the sweat that was forming on her temples, her breathing was still labored as her chest rose and fell quickly. He walked across the room, grabbing his jean and pulling them on leaving them undone, he started walking out of the room, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he made his way through the living room, opening the door a little. Sweet Pea stood on the other side, knowing to not walk in.
"What?" he growled eyeing the serpent with a dangerous glare.
"We have a little situation.." Sweet Pea glanced at the floor.
"I'm a little busy, Pea" Jughead said flatly, running his finger back through his hair, taming it down from how messy it had gotten in her hands.
"I know, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important," Sweet Pea eyed him carefully, trying to speak through the look.
"This better be fucking good," He growled again, his body still tensed up, and the taste of her still on his tongue. He shut the door in Sweet Pea's face without another word. He walked back into his bedroom, where Betty had now crawled under the covers holding it up shyly over her bare breasts.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," He sighed in frustration.
"Is it always like this?" She asked her voice still raspy and breathless.
"Mostly, sometimes I get sleep though," he smiled lightly looking her over "I'm not finished with you," he looked at her meaningfully and stepped over to the side of the bed grabbing the back of her head and kissing her forehead, before turning around, he slipped his bare feet into his boots loosely and left the room. He stopped in the living room grabbing his glock from the counter and tucking it into his jeans. Sweet Pea was standing in the hallway waiting patiently. Jughead lifted his jeans higher on his hips buttoning and zipping them up the band of his boxers showing over the top. He adjusted himself slightly, his erection finally getting softer.
"What's going on?" he asked as they started down the stairs.
"Your breath smells like pussy," Sweet Pea laughed.
"Yeah I know, it taste like Pussy too, you better not have pulled me out here to tell me that," He glared, rolling his eyes.
"No, just thought you should know," He joked, "Toledo is here, they got a guy sneaking around their clubhouse, they searched him and found heroin and coke, the symbol on the bags was from the Collector, they rode here with him," Sweet Pea's words washed over him, a strange excited anticipation brewed in him.
"Did he say anything?" Jug asked quickening his pace down the stairs.
"No not yet, we figured it was best if you made an appearance and handled it," Sweet Pea nodded knowingly.
"Good," Jughead smiled wickedly.