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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Riverdale_(TV_2017)
  Relationship:
      Betty_Cooper_&_Jughead_Jones
  Character:
      Betty_Cooper, Jughead_Jones, Archie_Andrews, Veronica_Lodge
  Additional Tags:
      bughead_-_Freeform, These_two_beautiful_sleuths, Fanfic_about_a_tv_show
      about_the_Archie_comics, I_am_CW_trash, Protect_Jughead_Jones_he_is
      precious_and_snarky_and_my_baby, teenage_sex, I'm_27_and_spent_my_entire
      work_day_in_an_office_writing_smut, So_I_hope_you_enjoy_this, Betty
      Cooper/Jughead_Jones_-_Freeform, Jughead_Jones/_Betty_Cooper, PWP, Plot
      What_Plot, this_is_basically_just_smut, I'm_not_sorry
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-11 Words: 4702
****** Four Times Before the First Time ******
by slantedsunlight
Summary
     Betty and Judghead's first kiss leads her to a stroke of inspiration,
     but was that a fluke, or a very specific super power? There's only
     one way to find out.
     AKA four increasingly steamy moments between Betty and Jughead and
     then gratification for everyone.
     - Compliant through ep. 6 -
Notes
See the end of the work for notes

                                     ONE 
Every summer since she was four, Betty Cooper had swum in the river that
bisected their town, slender and swift as a fish. Swinging off ropes and diving
from rocks, she was fearless, the water welcoming and familiar as a friend. Her
favorite part was always that first moment - the shock of jumping in, the
current tugging her along, and then the rush of freedom, bubbles licking up her
body as she rose to the surface.  
Kissing Jughead, his hands cradling her face, mouth pressed firmly to hers in
her childhood bedroom, was just like that. His nervousness made sense now, the
way his voice had caught moments before, and she smiled as they parted. The
endorphin rush through her teenage brain made her dizzy. Derailed from all her
previous worries, her thoughts parted like mist, and in the floaty moment of
post-kiss blankness, something clicked into place: the car!
The fond, exasperated look Juggie gave her was warming, even in her
distraction.
“Wow. That's what you’re thinking about in the middle of our moment?” he
teased, but there was no real bite to his words.
When she spiraled off into her explanation, he was right there with her. It
felt good to be so unguarded with him, not acting the part of dutiful daughter,
or carefree friend. She was just Betty, and he was Jughead, and their kiss
changed none of that. They were still partners, working at the Blue and Gold,
and for the truth about Jason Blossom, and for Polly.
Jughead taking her hand as she reached the bottom of the ladder was as natural
as Betty not letting go of his.
 
                                     TWO 
The discovery, and then destruction of the car had Betty in a state.
“Fuck,” she said, once again pacing in her bedroom as Jughead calmly listened
to her. At his look, she rolled her eyes. “I think this situation merits
cursing. Don’t look at me like I’m a nun, Juggie. I get enough of that from my
mother. SPEAKING of whom...”
She took another turn around the room, ranting about suspects, and who might
have followed them, who could be spying on them right now - when he reached out
and caught her arm. She huffed a breath, but let him pull her to sit next to
him on the bed.
“Breathe, Betts. I don’t think you’re quite at Tin Foil Hat levels of paranoia,
but we can scan the room for bugs if it’ll make you feel better. You want me to
prove I’m not wearing a wire? I could take my shirt off.”
He grinned slyly as she shoved him, laughing, and when he leaned back toward
her he snuck a shy kiss to the corner of her mouth. Barely 48 hours had passed
since The Kiss, but they’d been too busy living Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys
to do more than hold hands. Recalling the last time they were alone in her room
flushed Betty with heat, and she gave him an appraising look that made his
stomach flip over.
“You know, it was you that inspired me about the car in the first place. Could
be worth it to try that again,” she said.
“Ah yes, the old ‘Kiss Method’ of deduction. This is just like every time
Sherlock Holmes made out with Watson to solve crimes.”
“Come on, Jug, I’m serious! I was so tangled in the details last week that it
would have taken me forever to put it together, but you kissed me and voilà! I
had it.”
“I can’t decide if this a weird kink or if you’re just using me for my
inspiring lips. It’s like I’m Your Girl Friday.”
“Jughead, shut up,” Betty said, and kissed him.
For all his playful protest, Juggie immediately snuck an arm around her waist,
pulling her almost into his lap. His other hand slid to cup her jaw delicately,
but Betty wasn’t quite so gentle. She drew her nails up the back of his neck
and under his beanie, feeling him shiver beneath her, and he deepened their
kiss, tongue slipping into her mouth to taste her. Warmth flowed from her chest
down between her legs and she pushed them back onto the bed, until she was on
top of him.
It startled her slightly to realize she was straddling him, the force of
want rising up in her, and she drew back for a moment to look at Juggie in
surprise. His smile was soft and unrushed, lips pink with kissing, but his eyes
were measuring, a barometer for her feelings. It centered her, and she couldn’t
help grinning back before lowering her head to kiss him again.
Several pleasant minutes passed, but making out didn’t seem to be striking
Betty with inspiration this time. She found herself too lost in the drag of
lips and the distracting heat of Jughead’s hand on her hip, increasingly too
much and not enough for her at once. Without warning, she sat up again, still
straddling him, and began to unbutton his shirt, not meeting the question she
could feel in his gaze.
“Yeah, Betty?” he said after she passed the third button, his voice tinged with
curiosity and amusement, although an octave lower than normal.
“Just making sure you’re not wearing a wire after all,” she said lightly. When
she reached the last button she looked up at him again. Her face was set with
certainty, but she bit her lip shyly, and it was that more than anything that
made him slowly sit up and let her push the shirt off his shoulders.
Jughead knew he was no Archie Andrews, and for a fraction of a moment he
questioned if this beautiful girl, who not-so-long-ago only had eyes for their
redheaded friend, was perhaps settling for him.
But then Betty Cooper, the sweetest girl-next-door in a 50 mile radius, slid a
warm hand down his chest and swallowed thickly before tilting close to lick a
line up the side of his throat. At the same time, she ground her hips into his.
Jughead might have blacked out for a minute. The next thing he knew, Betty was
pulling her own shirt up and over her head.
“I’m not wearing a wire either,” she breathed. He couldn’t stop staring at her,
in her simple polka dot bra, but just then a door slammed on the first floor of
the Cooper’s house, and in seconds they had scrambled apart. Hastily, they
struggled back into their clothes before Mrs. Cooper could come up to check on
her daughter. Not willing to risk her wrath, Jughead pressed his mouth to
Betty’s once more before scrambling out the window.
“Catch ya later, Murder She Kissed,” he whispered as she pushed the window
closed.
 
                                     THREE
The roar of the game was nearly deafening, and Jughead scowled as he watched
the field for one blonde cheerleader in particular. Cheryl was leading the
River Vixens in a lively routine, fake smile so sharp he was sure she would cut
someone with it. Veronica was there on the left side, decidedly less enthused
but going through the motions, while a spot to her right looked ominously
empty. Turning to scan the crowd, he still didn’t see Betty, but if Veronica
was here, he figured Betty must be too.
The second place he looked was the locker rooms. He stood poised at the
entrance, struck by the potential disaster of entering the Girls-Only domain,
when he heard a loud sniffle echo from within. He pushed through the doorway,
past the empty shower stalls to the benches in the back, where a miserable ball
of a girl was huddled, swiping beneath her eyes.
“Hey, sweetheart. You wanna get out of here?” he asked.
Betty’s pretty face was puffy and smeared with mascara when she looked up. She
sniffed again, nodding miserably, and stood. Juggie picked up her bag and slung
a comforting arm across her shoulders as he led her to his car, letting her
leak silent tears into his shirt as they walked, the sounds of the crowd fading
behind them.
They drove through the darkening evening in companionable quiet, the clunky hum
of his old car filling the silence as he gave her space to collect herself. His
hand lay flat on the center console, close but not touching her; the option of
comfort, when she wanted it. Even so, it was a while before Betty had calmed
enough to tell him what happened.
“It’s my fault,” she said, voice still tremulous. “I was angry at my mom about
Polly, and I took it out on Veronica. We had a fight.” She paused to blow her
nose again.
“So that’s why she wasn’t looking too cheery at the game,” Jughead said in a
stilted tone.
A beat passed, and then Betty was squinting at him through her teary lashes.
“Did you just make a cheerleading pun?”
“I’m not good with crying girls, please help me,” he confessed in a rush, eyes
still on the road.
Betty choked on a wet laugh and reached for his hand, smiling a little now, and
he gratefully laced their fingers.
“I’m sorry about your mom, and Veronica,” he said. “Short of a really good
therapist and a freighter full of xanax, I doubt there’s much that could help
Mrs. Cooper - but I’m sure Ronnie will forgive you. You guys have fought and
made up before.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Betty sighed. She pressed another glove-compartment napkin to
her eyes and then looked around for the first time since they got in the car,
only just noticing that they weren’t headed toward her house.
“Where are we going, Jug?”
“Well, unless you’d rather go home to dear old mom and dad, I figured you might
like to get away for a bit.”
They were coming up on the St. Agnes trailhead by the river, where Jughead
turned off, following signs toward day parking for hikers.
Betty eyed the dirt paths branching out at the front of the park, illuminated
harshly in their headlights. “This is how the horror movies start,” she
commented, but unbuckled her seatbelt with Jughead and got out.
“See, you’re already feeling more positive.”
Coming around the car, he wrapped her in a tight hug, feeling the tension
slowly drain out of her as she hugged him back. After a minute, she drew away
and offered him a real, if tired smile.
“Come on,” he said, taking her hand and pulling his phone out of his pocket to
use as a flashlight.
They followed the path down toward the river for a while, but when it snaked
back up through the trees, Juggie led them off of it, helping her pick across a
group of rough boulders in her pristine cheerleading sneakers. On the other
side of the rocks, Betty was surprised to find a tiny cabin.
“What is this, a Disney movie?” she asked.
“Not enough singing for that,” he replied. “It’s a ranger’s cabin, but nobody
uses it in the fall or winter.”
Reaching above the door frame, Jughead collected a brass key, grinning
innocently as he used it to unlock the door. Inside was a small studio living
space, with a gas burner and sink in one corner, a curtained-off shower and
toilet in the other, and one cot across the far wall. The bed was neatly made,
but there was a cup with a toothbrush in it by the sink, and a duffle bag with
clothes spilling out of it by the foot of the bed.
“Oops,” Juggie said, shoving it back under the bed frame with his foot. An
awkward silence followed as he glanced around for other potential messes,
avoiding Betty’s eyes.
“Are you...living here?” she asked, trying her hardest to sound neutral.
“Uh, well I’m kind of between places at the moment, so I’ve been staying here
while I figure something out. There’s a solar panel with enough power to charge
my phone, the plumbing works - most of the time - and I don’t need a lot of
space…” He trailed off, watching guardedly as Betty stepped closer and put her
arms around his neck with a fond look.
“You don’t have to sell me the cabin, Jug. I’m just here for you.”
He relaxed, leaning his forehead against hers. “Sorry, I just know it’s...a bit
unorthodox.”
“If by ‘unorthodox,’ you mean illegal,” she teased.
“Which I do.”  
“I won’t tell,” she murmured, leaning closer to press a chaste kiss to his
lips. His arms tightened around her, solid and warm, and she couldn’t help
kissing him again, a little more lingering, a little less chaste.
“You know,” Juggie said between kisses as they drifted closer to the cot, “I
didn’t bring you here with nefarious intentions.”
“I know. Bringing me to this illegal cabin in the woods, at night, alone, is
one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever done for me.”
“Is this a build up to more of your ‘detective work,’ Sherlock?”
“Definitely, my dear Watson,” Betty said as he pulled her down next to him on
the cot, and tugged her hair out of it’s sleek ponytail to weave his fingers in
it as they kissed.

When eventually they were both shirtless again and breathless from making out,
Betty pulled back, looking like she was struggling for words.
Jughead figured he would help her out, saying, “Hey Betts, you know we don’t
have to do anything you don’t want to, right? I meant it when I said I didn’t
bring you here for that.”
She flushed a deeper pink than their kissing had yet made her. “Actually, I was
trying to figure out how to ask for something.”
Her words made Jughead feel like he’d been hooked up to the solar panel. “Just
name it and it’s yours.”
“I- I’ve never…” she bit her lip again, and Jughead tried to keep some of the
blood in his brain from rushing to his dick, but it was a close thing. Seeming
to have found a bit of confidence in her pause, Betty squared her shoulders and
said, “I want you to touch me, Juggie. Please?”
Mind too full of possibilities, he swallowed. “Show me what you want, Betty, I
don’t want to mess this up.”
She sat back for a moment, and in the dark he couldn't quite see her
expression. He worried he hadn’t reacted appropriately, hurt her feelings by
not being eager enough, but then she was back in his arms, and she wasn’t
wearing a stitch of clothing.
His heart was beating so hard, he assumed she could hear it as loudly as he
did, but she kissed him sweetly, soft, if a little shaky herself; a reminder
that they were still Betty and Jughead. They had known each other since they
were kids. He took a steadying breath and let her guide his hands across her
body.
The swells of her breasts were soft, and he felt gooseflesh break out across
the delicate skin there as he explored, dipping his head to kiss the hollow of
her throat, the space on her chest where her own heart thundered, and then each
hardened nipple, gentle as she panted and trembled. Her hands guided him lower,
flickering across hipbone to brush her velvety inner thigh, and then, to the
wet heat between her legs. It was a shock to discover her like this, as surreal
as it was arousing, and he felt his dick throb in his pants. He was near-
painfully hard, but with Betty gasping for breath at the graze of his
fingertips, he was far happier touching her body than his.
She didn’t seem to know what to direct him to do from there, or was too shy to,
but he figured he could work it out. Already his fingers were slick as he drew
little circles and caresses, finding the right spot, drawing gasps out of her.
He kissed her leisurely, taking his time as he learned what made her shiver and
mewl. With a final peck, he slowly drifted down her body, planting kisses
across her skin in increments, and waiting each time to see if she’d stop him,
but she only breathed his name and hitched her hips in response to his teasing
fingers.
Finally he slid down between her legs, hands warm and easy as he spread her
wider, and she moaned when he kissed the inside of her thigh, so close, but not
close enough for her.
“Please , Juggie,” she whimpered.
Feeling a bit more confident, he licked into her, as soft and warm as peach
cobbler. Her hand came to tangle in his hair as he flicked his tongue. He
couldn’t believe he was making her elicit such noises, better than any fantasy.
He sucked her clit into his mouth and felt her nails on his scalp, her hips
arching up.
No one had ever touched Betty like this, and the sensation built in her until
she couldn’t believe there was room for anything else. The knowledge of his
mouth on her was almost as good as feeling it, the naughtiness washing over her
like a wave she was delighted to drown in, and she spread her legs wider,
wanting more. 
“Please, Juggie, I need…” she couldn’t form the words, but he guessed. He
shifted slightly, bringing a hand up to caress her until one of his fingers
found her entrance, the muscles clenching tight. Sucking her clit again, he
pressed just slightly, finger sliding effortlessly into her, and she cried out,
her whole body going rigged before she melted, boneless, into the mattress. She
twitched like an electric shock had hit her when he licked just a little more,
and he grinned. His finger, barely half inside her, slid out with another rush
of wetness, and Betty groaned, sweat cooling at her temples, eyes closed in
surrender.
When he stretched out beside her again, she pulled him to her without
hesitation, kissing him so thoroughly that he thought he might pass out for
real, still out of breath from his efforts.
“That was exactly what I wanted,” she said when they finally broke apart to
gasp for air.
“That’s so weird,” he said, “me too.”
She was smiling so wide that it hurt her cheeks, but then she glanced down,
seeming to recall that she was naked and sated in his bed, and that he was
neither.
“I can feel you worrying, Betts,” he told her with the same fondness as ever.
“Don’t start. There’s no rush for anything. We both had fun - more fun than I
ever expected for tonight. Let’s just sleep for a bit and then I’ll drive you
home?”
Betty curled up with her head on his chest and sighed contentedly.  “What a
perfect gentleman you are, Watson.”
“I hope you know I’m going to have an uncomfortable reaction to true crime for
the rest of my life because of you.”
“Worth it,” she yawned.

                                     FOUR
Pop's was busy on Friday nights, and this one was no exception. Archie,
Veronica, Betty and Jughead had just barely snagged a booth before the place
filled up, and the chatter of customers was making normal conversation
difficult. Betty had long made up with Veronica, but still insisted on treating
her to a double-chocolate milkshake, feeling guilty and affectionate for her
friend at the same time. Besides, she felt like celebrating.
It had been a good week for once, with new leads finally surfacing in the case
of Jason Blossom, including several details that proved Polly to be in her
right mind, held against her will at the Quiet Mercy facility. She was being
released this weekend on a court order, and Betty would be there to welcome her
home, even if her crazy parents weren’t as thrilled about it. It also helped
that Jughead had been there for her every step of the way, supportive and
snarky as ever, but new in ways that made her giddy when she caught him staring
at her.
She didn’t mind either way when Veronica suggested they abandon their shakes
and the noise for a movie at her house. Archie was driving, so they paid their
tabs and filed out of the chaos to the parking lot, where Veronica called
shotgun and Juggie slanted a private grin at Betty behind her.
It was barely eight o’clock, and Riverdale’s only radio DJ was just getting
warmed up. With all the excitement of a puppy, Archie bounced in his seat,
cranking the volume on the upbeat rock song. He and Veronica were singing at
the top of their lung by the time they had pulled onto the highway.
Squished together in Archie’s tiny backseat, Betty and Jughead were quieter,
content to let their friends’ musical talent shine. Betty was smiling, but
Juggie saw an impish look cross her face before he felt her hand on his thigh.
Neither of them had mentioned their developing new relationship to their best
friends yet, but if Betty wanted to play chicken, he wasn’t about to stop her.
Smirking, Jug pretended to see something interesting out his window, and at the
same time, sneaked his hand under her skirt.
He could feel Betty’s glared even as he looked away, her dawning realization of
how unfair this game inherently was, even though she started it. But Jughead
wasn’t finished making his counter-move. He couldn’t help but turn slightly
back to watch from the corner of his eye as her face changed, feeling his
fingers slip beneath her underwear to find her already wet. He raised an
eyebrow at her, and Betty shrugged, blushing. He looked away again to cover his
own reaction, a mix of smugness and arousal. His jeans were suddenly much too
tight.
It was a heady feelings, dipping his fingers lower and surreptitiously watching
her try to keep a straight face. If either Archie or Veronica happened to look
back, there would be no question as to what was happening, but the two kept
singing, buoyed by sugar and pop music. Meanwhile, Jughead tortured Betty
behind their backs, leaving her silently gasping for breath until, surprising
them both, she shuddered and held his wrist still, coming around his finger.
When she sagged back against the seat, releasing his wrist, he withdrew his
hand.
Spent, Betty could only look over at him, not sure if she wanted to tease or
thank him, but he stared straight back at her and deliberately sucked his wet
finger into his mouth, as if savoring the taste. She had to shut her eyes for a
moment, her body confusingly needy even as it pulsed in aftershocks.
“Fuck you,” she mouth at him.
He looked steadily back at her, a smile teasing at his lips, and mouthed back,
“Okay.”
 
 
                                THE FIRST TIME 
They were too wound up to be great actors by then, but it was easy for Betty to
fake a call from Polly, and for Jughead, who had been working with her on the
case for weeks, to offer his “help.”
Veronica pouted, but after their recent fight she didn’t push the issue. Archie
didn’t even notice the strain in Betty’s voice as she agreed to whatever make-
up plans Veronica was suggesting. He dropped his friends off at Betty’s house,
and sped off to take Ronnie home, leaving no one around to witness as Jughead
pressed Betty against a tree for a searing kiss.
“Juggie,” she said, laughing and pushing him back, “We can go inside. My
parents left to pick up Polly, they won’t be back until tomorrow morning.”
He still insisted on meeting her upstairs, too paranoid of getting caught. He
couldn’t risk it, not after the way Betty had looked at him in the car.
She was opening the window by the time he reached the top of the ladder.
“You know, keeping this ladder here is really unsafe, anybody could just climb
into your window.”
“Hi, Anybody,” she teased. “I’m home alone on a Friday night, what are you
gonna do about it?”
He vaulted himself over the sill, tripping in his haste, and had barely stood
up by the time she was undressing him. He laughed, halting her progress for
kisses until, he, too, was eagerly kicking off his jeans and reaching to
unclasp her bra.
Seeing Jughead naked was still a little awkward for Betty, unsure if she was
supposed to look at him, unsure if she could touch him. But his fond smirk was
the same, and when she slid her hand around his dick, he dropped his head to
her shoulder, as if her light touch was almost too much for him.
“We’re out of balance, Jug. I owe you,” she joked.
“Please don’t keep score of our orgasms, your anatomy has a distinct advantage.
Also I enjoy touching you too much to wait for you to catch up. Deal with it.”
She laughed, and then led him to her bed, smiling nervously again and looking
off to the side.
“So I’m on the pill,” she said.
“Great-” he started.
“But if you wanted to use a condom, we could do that too. Safety first, right?”
He huffed a laugh and leaned down to kiss her. “Hey Betts. We can do whatever
you want, but don’t forget this is my first time too. Be gentle with me?”
Nerves gave way to a predatory sparkle in her eyes, and a new wave of heat
flushed through him. “Or don’t. I’m equally fine with that.”
Dragging him back to lay fully on the bed, she pressed a bruising kiss to his
mouth, but held his wrists so he couldn’t touch her. He whined in his throat,
his cock pressed to her thigh, and she released him. Smiling wickedly, she
climbed over him, blonde hair mussed perfectly, the look of challenge in her
eyes hotter than anything he’d ever seen.
‘Fuck, Betty.”
“That’s the idea, Juggie.” And she sank down onto him without another moment of
hesitation. Jug swore colorfully, fingers digging into her hips.
As wet and ready as she already was, it didn’t hurt like she had thought it
might. She only had to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of being so full, new
and just a bit weird, before he groaned and begged her to move. Lifting her
hips up and down created new angles that struck sparks within her, and she
picked up the rhythm on instinct, the fullness suddenly perfect as it satisfied
the ache at her core. Jug slid a hand up her side to cup her breast, and the
twinge as he thumbed her nipple had her clenching around him.
“Shit, Betty, you’re gonna kill me,” he mumbled, and she gasped as his hand
slid between them to rub her clit. A deeper sensation built within her, tugging
at her whole body with each thrust, and when she looked down into Juggie’s
amazed, adoring face,  the black hole of pleasure collapsed around her, taking
her over the edge with it.
He helped her slide over to lay on her back, dick still hard as it slid out of
her, and she whined.
“Shh, I’m not done with you yet,” he said, aiming to kiss her and missing half
of her mouth, making them both laugh. He lifted Betty's hips to shove a pillow
beneath, and lined himself up. It was bliss to slid back into her, to be this
close to her again, and she moaned, tilting her hips to meet his. Jug knew it
wouldn’t take him long now, picking up speed as she cried out, and in moments,
his name on her lips and her heat tightening around him sent him over the edge.
They lay together for a long moment after, sweaty limbs tangled, breath
mingling.
“Wow,” they both said, almost at the same moment.
Jughead leaned over to press a tender kiss to her swollen lips. “Jinx."
With a gasp, she pulled away.
“Juggie, the receipt!”
Groaning, he flopped back on the bed, listening as Betty launching into another
stroke of inspiration.
“Okay, Colombo, hand me my pants and let’s go talk to the Sheriff.”
 
End Notes
     I wrote this for my best friend, who dragged me into CW teen drama
     hell, where I live now. <3
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