Things to know before you read about this specific universe: You don't have to read the series to get what's going on (though I totally encourage you to check it out!), but here are the basics. Betty is a witch. The Southside Serpents are werewolves. This is set somewhere book 2/season 2. In my universe, Sweet Pea and Jughead are living in a trailer together. That should about do it. Happy reading! If you want to see the graphic that goes along with this, go to my tumblr 'youngbloodlex22'

Betty/Jughead: Sex Pollen

"So, what is this magical flower we're looking for again?" Jughead asked, scratching his head through his beanie and squinting up through leaves in the forest. The dappled light on his face shifted as he tilted his head, and for a second, Betty had the urge to draw him or memorialize him in this moment. She leaned against a tree, humming to herself, toeing off her Toms to dig her feet into the soft moss below her. Jughead caught her movements, raising an eyebrow, but his wolfish smile wasn't judging.

"It's not a magical flower," Betty corrected, "It's a flower for my potion, and then that will make it magical. You should know this." She said, trying not to sound frustrated. She wasn't, not really. She had told him this yesterday after school when she'd announced this trip into the woods, but Juggie- like every other male on the planet- had an unfortunate habit of only half-listening.

"I could," Jughead said, his grin widening, "But why would I take the time to do that when I have you and Sweet Pea ready, at a moment's notice, to parrot back some old-as-dirt explanation?"

Betty rolled her eyes, turning around and continued searching.

"Seriously, though, it's just regular old yarrow. Same stuff I could probably get at a plant nursery."

"Well, why aren't we there?" Jughead asked, jogging up beside her, "Not that I don't love forests-,"

"Yeah, you know, for being a werewolf, you sure do hate them something strange." Betty mused.

"I hate outdoors on principal. We could go to Menards. It has all the things of society; AC, plants labeled where you can easily find them, maybe even a vending machine with a cold Coke."

"Yarrow straight from the earth will work better," Betty said empathetically, "And since I'm putting this potion on people, I'd prefer it to be 100% good, not just like 78% good," Betty said with hand motions to show the difference of the two, "Wouldn't you?"

Jughead made a 'meh' sound, having found a long stick and was tapping it against the trunks absentmindedly. Betty had half a mind to make some joke about dogs and fetching sticks, but Jughead seemed to realize this first and all but threw the stick past him. He was blushing red when he met Betty's eyes.

"Faster we find this, faster we go home." Betty just decided to go with. She recalled her transition to a witch and how strange it all was, all at once. She had seen quite a few go through the first weeks of being a werewolf. She imagined it was an even stranger feeling to have one's body shifting around all the time. She didn't want to make it worse for Juggie than it, inevitably, already was.

"Yep, sure. Remind me what it looks like?" Jughead stuck his hands in his jacket pocket but looked honestly interested in the task.

"This," Betty replied, having loaded a picture of the little white-and-yellow flowered plant as her makeshift background. Jughead took the phone from her, scrolling in, tongue pressing on the inside of his cheek.

"Huh, sorta pretty," He said in mild surprise.

"Yes, and it should be around here. Had I thought about it, I would have given you the scent and we would have been out of here in seconds," She sighed. Jughead just shrugged.

They scoured the ground in relative silence for a couple of moments, and Betty was about to think that Sweet Pea was completely wrong about this location until Jughead called her over.

"This is? It's white and yellow," He said, holding a plant up, only the stalks and buds visible in his fist.

"If it is, you'd better hope you didn't rip all of it out of the ground, Jones," Betty teased him. Jughead probably had a witty reply, but it was cut off with violent coughing. Betty came up, taking the flower from him.

"No, this isn't yarrow. I'm not sure what this is, to be honest." She turned the flower around in her hand. Jughead continued to cough, his nose watering, "You okay?" She asked worriedly.

"Ack, yeah, it's just the flower sorta got up my nose. Ohhh, yuck, my nose does not like that." He said, rubbing his reddening nose.

"It's not exactly pleasant." Betty said, and a cough came up in her throat too, "Maybe we shouldn't have been touching it." She said, dropping the flower.

"Yeah, fu-," Jughead blinked, "I'm having some sort of allergic reaction to it, I think."

"We should go home," Betty decided after a moment, "We'll find the yarrow later. We might need to take you into the hospital if you get worse," Betty said, her stomach jumping all over the place.

"I'm fine," Jughead wheezed. He was not fine.

By the time they made it back to the trailer park, Jughead was itching like crazy. He was still coughing too, his nose feeling like it was on fire. Betty too was starting to feel a strange numbness in her hands. That did not bode well.

Sweet Pea wasn't home and Jughead made a beeline for the bathroom. Betty was looking at her hands, which didn't seem to be puffing up but was still a numb and strange feeling, when the door opened.

"Get the yarrow?" Toni asked, looking at Betty expectantly.

"Not exactly. Jughead picked up this plant that, well, I'm not sure what it was. He started coughing really bad so we came back and-Toni, what's that look for."

Toni, as though possessed by a demon, had run out of the trailer and slammed the door. Betty bounded after her, jiggling the lock, but something- or someone- was blocking it.

"Toni!"

"I'm not getting that pollen on me!" Toni yelled back through the door, "You'll just have to wait for the effects to wear off before I open this door."

"Effects...Toni, what are you on about?" Betty asked, "Toni!" She growled.

"Just...be safe kiddos."

There was humorous lit in Toni's voice, one that gave Betty a pause. She stood back, realizing that the tingling in her hands had all but vanished. She came to the conclusion that the tingling feeling was migrating...downward.

"Toni," She said calmly, or as calmly as she could manage, "What did we get on us?"

There was only snickering on the other side of the door.

Betty huffed, blinking as a wave of heat seemed to settle over her. She fanned herself, but found little relief. She unzipped her jacket a little but ended up taking the whole thing off.

It still wasn't enough.

Jughead hadn't made much noise in the time when she'd been yelling at Toni through the door, and she hoped he was okay. He was still standing in the bathroom, back to her. His shirt was off completely, which was unusual for Jughead, and she could see the sweat gathering on his back.

Betty felt her mouth go dry.

She leaned on the doorframe, biting her lip as the tingling warmth seemed to settle in her lower stomach, an impossible need that was flaring up within her that made logic start to drift away. She blinked hard, shaking her head out, trying to come above this dazed feeling. She felt almost drunk; or, what she recalled being drunk felt like from the only time Veronica had goaded her into it.

The lust creeping into her bones was unmistakable. It wasn't like Betty, she thought. Not that she didn't desire Jughead, that wasn't the problem at all. The problem- if one could call it that- was that Betty wanted nothing more than to jump his bones. And, well, they'd only had sex once and she wasn't entirely sure if she was ready again.

Or maybe this was good, a voice of her mind that was rarely let free argued, maybe she knew she wanted him and this was helping her rid herself of all those anxieties that held her back.

Betty shrugged off her shirt, leaving her in her tank-top. Still not cool enough.

"Jughead?"

"Betty, crap. Don't...uh, go away."

"Are you okay?" Betty asked, coming to him. His fingers were clutching the sink so hard she thought he might crack it. As a werewolf, there was a true possibility there. His whole body was shaking like he'd run a marathon or all the way up to Canada.

"Fine." His answer was curt.

"I…" Betty faltered, unsure of how to phrase it, how to ask it, "No, you're not."

"Just, go, please," Jughead said, sounding vaguely embarrassed. When he looked up, his eyes were flashing yellow.

"Do you think you're going to morph?" Betty asked, and did take a step back.

"Yes."

But there was a pause. He'd obviously said it just to get her to leave the room. Betty narrowed her eyes.

"Jug," She whispered, fingers trailing over his shoulder. He flinched.

"Don't...don't do that or-,"

"Or what?" She asked, surprised about the coquettish tickle in her question. As she leaned over, a strand of hair breezed over his skin. He inhaled deeply, and before Betty could think of what she was going to do next, he had spun around, shoving her against the wall of the bathroom, nose buried in her neck.

"Betty, I…" He moaned, fingers shoving her into the wall, keeping her there, although he himself had no motion of wanting to leave, "That flower was not right. It-,"

"It's doing things to me too," Betty whispered in his ear. She didn't think she'd had it as bad as he did, but her body was still reacting to it.

Jughead groaned, hips pressing up against hers, his hardness warm against her thigh. Betty squirmed to relive her own growing pressure but was unable to hit just the right angle, what with Jughead torn between holding himself back and keeping her in place.

"Don't tell me that," Jughead laughed weakly.

"Or what?" Betty asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jughead dragged his nose up her neck, just so that his lips were inches from hers.

"You know what," He whispered, forehead pressed to hers. It was slick with sweat, his hat having been pushed off somewhere on the tiled floor.

"What if I say please?" Betty asked in response, taking both of her hands and cupping Jughead's face, pulling his lips onto hers. This seemed to the moment Jughead lost any and all control. He growled, literally a low wolf's grow, in the back of his throat as he pressed his entire body up against her. His hands tangled in her hair, his tongue invading her mouth. Betty nipped just a little on his bottom lip, the motion enough to cause a shudder to run through his entire body.

His hands were suddenly all over hers. The haze had settled back over her brain. It hadn't necessarily axed logic, Betty realized, but it more or less gave Betty a singular task that was completely necessary to complete; fuck Jughead. She still had enough logic to think that a bed might be more comfortable, although she liked him taking charge, and to remind herself that before this got too far they should find a condom. The haze seemed to heighten her pleasure though, so much so that every touch to her skin felt like he was setting her on fire.

His fingers lifted off her cami and then tore her bra off. His hands groped her breasts, flicking the nipple as Betty whimpered. Her hand was snaking around his backside, pressing against his ass to keep him closer to her, right at the spot she liked it.

"Betts," Jughead breathed, licking around her nipple. Betty made a keening noise, allowing him to do this for a couple of seconds before she couldn't take it anymore.

"Jug, just," She breathed inarticulately. She pulled him back up, shoving him back for just a second to undo her jeans, shoving her pants and underwear down her leg all in one. Jughead's fingers fumbled to do the same on his own pants, and when he looked up at Betty, his eyes weren't flickering anymore. They were completely golden, the same enchanting color as when he was turned to a wolf.

Betty gnawed on her lip in anticipation, wondering how she'd gone so long without asking for this again. She'd enjoyed the first time with Jughead, why would a second or third or fourth not be equally as enjoyable?

She swiped a condom from the sink cabinet- on of Sweet Pea's, as Jughead's were kept in his bedroom- as Jughead's fingers delved between her legs. As she was tearing the wrapping off, two fingers teased her entrance, running her up and down. She had been wet long before he started, but this was just plain old torture.

"We can do all of that later," Betty said, feeling like she wouldn't usually turn down good foreplay, but right now all she wanted to do was feel him inside of her.

Jughead helped her roll the condom on. He made no motion to move them from the room, in fact, he blocked her from moving at all. Betty had the passing thought that Sweet Pea was going to have a fit if he found out they'd fucked in the shared bathroom, probably going as far to have them sanitize it, but it was gone from her mind before she could consider it more.

Jughead went back in for a kiss, this one a tad bit sweeter, but the passion was still there. He gave her another soft, gentle kiss, before it turned into a harder, more possessive kiss. One that made Betty's toes curl and her body crave him even more.

She was putty at his touch as he turned her around, pressing her back so that her chest was plastered to the cool tiles, her ass was slightly raised to him. Using a shin, he kicked her stance out a little, so that her legs were spread.

"Betty," He groaned, his hands grasping her bottom and squeezing, hard enough so there was a little bit of pain, "I'm...just need this," He said, leaning forward and biting her neck in a semi-playful way.

"It's fine, Jug. Better than fine," Betty said, turning around slightly to see him out of the corner of her eye, "Just do it, please," She found herself begging. She wasn't opposed to this position at all. Sure, the first time she'd been on top, but she wasn't against other ways. Plus, there was something undeniably sexy about the groaning sounds Jughead was making.

He stepped forward, fingers opening her folds, and then she felt him nudging at her entrance. In a swift motion, he pressed completely inside of her, bottoming out. Betty let out a breath of utter relief, the insane itch to her brain starting to lessen as her goal was part-way met.

"Oh, fuuuu-," Jughead hissed between clenched teeth, "Are you good?"

It was stretching her. Not in a bad way, not even in an uncomfortable way. Just an unexpected way. It felt different from this angle. But good.

Betty managed to shaky nod. He'd been holding himself back, but as soon as she gave the confirmation, he was unstoppable. It was a little hard; not the sweet nothings they'd whispered in each other's ear before and the gentle touches. This was all clenched fists, hard and jerking movements, and a more primal urge overtaking them both. One of Jughead's hands pulled on her hair a little, the other was at her waist, holding her in just the right position. Betty moaned encouragement, her cheek pressed to the wall.

His own cheek brushed against her jawbone. He gave a kiss to her shoulder blade, tongue laving over the skin.

"I'm close, Betts," Jughead whispered, snapping his hips into hers, "You feel so good, I'm not going to last longer."

"It's fine," Betty insisted, taking his hands and guiding his fingers to her clit, "I'm nearly there too."

He seemed to know what to do, thankfully, whether it was instinct or quick guessing, but soon Betty was falling apart by his fingers, body feeling like jelly. She collapsed a little, and Jughead kept her upright, for the first time showing his enhanced werewolf strength he relied on these days so little. She didn't know why; this was fantastic.

It wasn't long before he was coming too, a couple of vibrant swear-words finished off by her name croaked out.

He stayed buried in her for a couple of seconds, breathing coming back to normal.

Betty blinked as he slid out. She felt much better; her mind was back.

Jughead was blushing bright red.

"So, yeah, that was-,"

Betty leaned up, giving him a quick kiss, "Don't worry so much about it. I liked it, okay?" The last thing she wanted was him to think he'd pressured her into it or something.

"What was that?" Jughead asked, pulling his clothes back on.

Betty gave a helpless shrug.

She was just pulling her camisole back on when she heard arguing at the door.

"What do you mean I can't go in there?" She heard Sweet Pea squawk. She was eternally grateful he hadn't returned home ten minutes earlier, "Toni, what is going on in there?"

"We're good," Betty said, knocking on the other side of the door.

"Are you sure?" Toni sang back, "Because Betty Cooper, I swear to god if that pollen is still in your bloodstreams-,"

"Pollen? You...no!" Sweet Pea choked out on the other side of the door.

"I'm fine, I feel normal now. Jughead too," She confirmed, looking over to him.

Sweet Pea slammed the door open.

"What kind of absolute idiots are you two?" He asked, dragging his hands down his face, "To touch that damned plant."

"I didn't know what it was! I thought it was yarrow! New wolf here, remember?" Jughead argued.

"What was that?" Betty asked, blushing.

"Haven't you figured it out?" Sweet Pea asked, raising his eyebrows with a grin on his face.

"Sex magic voodoo something, yeah," Jughead mumbled, "But you'd think this would be a bigger problem in town. Like, we would have heard about it."

"Totally harmless to humans. Only affects magic. Most aren't stupid enough to go near it," Sweet Pea rolled his eyes, "Fucking idiot," He said in the direction of Jughead, but it was almost in a loving way, "Can't do anything until you orgasm if it gets anywhere on you. Really inconvenient, I tell you."

Toni was holding back laughter at the door.

Betty grinned, sitting right up next to him, "Oh, so you speak from experience?" She teased, nudging him.

Sweet Pea opened his mouth, realizing his mistake.

"You know what? I'm sure you don't want to hear about that."

"I don't," Jughead raised a hand, setting his hat back on, "I do not want to hear about Sweet Pea's sexcapades."

"Yes," Sweet Pea said, clapping his hands before Betty could rile him up more, "Thank you. I knew there was a reason I liked you."

"You hate him," Toni corrected, "Mostly."

"Well, starting today, I might just like him." Sweet Pea said, glaring at Toni, "Turning over a new leaf. A new brotherhood. A friendship, some might say," Sweet Pea began dramatically.

"Let's just say we aren't tempted to set each other on fire when we're in ten feet of each other." Jughead offered cautiously.

Betty stifled a laugh.

"I think you two like each other more than you let on," She said, collecting her hair back into a ponytail.

Jughead and Sweet Pea both made faces at each other that were nearly cartoonishly disgusted.

Betty barked out a laugh, tugging Jughead to sit next to her so she was between the two boys. She leaned back on the threadbare sofa, mirthful and enjoying pushing their buttons. A girl had to have her fun sometime.

"See? You agree on so much already!"

That's it! I'm always so awful at endings...especially on oneshots... Also, hope the smut was okay! It's only very recently I've done a lot of that, so I'm still a wee bit self-conscious.