
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/13932756.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Riverdale_(TV_2017)
  Relationship:
      Betty_Cooper/Jughead_Jones
  Character:
      Betty_Cooper, Jughead_Jones, Veronica_Lodge
  Additional Tags:
      bughead_-_Freeform, Romance, Friendship, Humor, Veronica_being_nosy_about
      Betty's_love_life, Veronica_is_NOT_subtle, but_neither_is_Jughead, Betty
      needs_to_be_forcibly_separated_from_her_to-do_list, desperate_times_and
      all_that, First_Time
  Series:
      Part 16 of Bughead_Stories
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-11 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 6342
****** Two-Person Job ******
by ForASecondThereWedWon
Summary
     Originally posted on Fanfiction.net. During S2E1, Betty told Veronica
     she hadn't gone all the way with Jughead, but do we think one update
     would be enough for V? No way! In this story, Veronica interrogates,
     Betty deflects, and Jughead is irresistible in that Jughead way of
     his. Rated E for chapter two specifically. And yes, the title is a
     double entendre.
***** Chapter 1 *****
                                       I
“Don’t you think that might be too much glitter?” Betty raised her eyebrows
doubtfully at Veronica, who was confidently sliding a huge plastic container of
craft glitter across the table towards her. They were still outside, seated
opposite one another as they had been since Jughead and Archie left to take
care of their unenviable errands at the Sheriff’s office.
Veronica shrugged.
“We need to get people’s attention somehow and shiny stuff always works.” She
crossed her arms on the table. Betty could see the point was not up for debate.
She glanced down, examining the poster they’d hastily, but lovingly constructed
to tape to the wall in the student lounge. It had all of the information on it
that they’d been able to add at this point; the specific date and time of the
event at Pop’s could be written on later. Right now, they just had to get as
many eyes on their message as they could. Betty figured the fluorescent green
Bristol board they’d used would only help the cause.
“It doesn’t exactly fit the theme,” Betty said, eyeing their creation sadly.
“Look, B, I love a consistent colour scheme with matching marketing materials
as much as the next girl,” Veronica made a limp-wristed hand gesture to
accentuate her statement, “but the theme on this project is ‘Desperation,’ and
everyone knows it. Now just bite the bullet and bedazzle the damn thing.”
Veronica sat up off her seat and fished around in the box of supplies Betty had
retrieved from the Blue and Gold office. She pulled out a fat glue stick and
held it out to Betty with such a serious expression on her face, it was as
though Veronica were passing her the Olympic torch. Betty sighed, her shoulders
collapsing and reached her hand out. Veronica yanked her arm back at the last
second and Betty knew she was about to be taken advantage of for her moment of
weakness.
“Do you think Jughead’s going to help you put the poster up?” Veronica
inquired, her tone light.
“Why?” Betty snorted. “Do you have somewhere to be?”
“Just curious.” Veronica’s eyes roamed the table and Betty felt her mouth
purse. Her friend was definitely up to something. “You two have been joined at
the hip lately.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“Of course not. It’s just… seeing you walking down the halls holding hands,
watching him put his arm around your shoulders when you sit next to each
other.” Veronica gave her a conspiratorial smile. “You’ve gotten very…” Her
eyes lifted, skimming the clouds. “…close. Seems like you do everything
together.”
“Ok,” Betty said in a voice meant to halt Veronica in her tracks. For good
measure, she held up her hands, palms towards her friend. “I can see where
you’re going with this.”
“I’m curious!” Veronica grinned. “You told me at the hospital that nothing
happened―”
“Besides Jug saying he loved me,” Betty cut in, “which was a big deal, by the
way!” She leveled a finger at Veronica and the girl nodded pacifyingly.
“I know that, Betty, and I internally squealed over that news as much as I’m
sure you did when he said it!” Betty’s eyebrow lifted and Veronica amended her
words. “Ok, probably a little less. But still! I need updates!” Her hand
smacked the metal table. “All of this public canoodling has to be translating
into something. If I’m starting to go nuts from the second-hand sexual tension,
I can’t imagine the toll it’s taking on you and Jughead.”
“So this is an intervention. For the sake of my health.” Betty’s eyebrows drew
together as she tossed a dubious look at Veronica.
“Yours and mine!”
Betty started laughing so hard that Veronica had to join in, reaching across to
hold her friend loosely around the wrist. Betty sighed.
“Nothing’s happened.”
“Nothing?”
Betty shook her head.
“So no… anything?” Veronica looked disappointed and Betty laughed again.
“I don’t know if I should get into that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, telling you that Jughead and I have,” Betty dropped her voice to a
whispering hiss, “slept together, would be one thing…”
“Momentous and shopping-spree-worthy,” Veronica contributed, nodding.
“But you can’t expect me to fill you in on every detail in between now and when
that happens.”
“So there are… details then?”
Betty felt her cheeks getting hot and directed her gaze towards the poster
until the vibrancy of it made her eyes hurt.
“Aren’t there always?”
Veronica laughed, though not disparagingly.
“Archie and I pretty much went zero to sixty, bar a few instances of making
out.”
Betty’s face scrunched up.
“I don’t understand you, V. I really don’t need to hear details.”
“But I do! Take pity on your friend who’s totally obsessed with your
relationship!” Veronica pouted dramatically, making it impossible for Betty not
to roll her eyes, then give in to a laugh.
“Sorry, but I’m not going to kiss and tell.”
“I wasn’t born yesterday, Betty. I know it’s not kissing you’re hiding from
me.” Veronica narrowed her eyes.
Betty ignored her, stretching out her hand again for the glue stick.
“Let’s get back to work. This is just one small step in a big project.”
“Don’t I know it. I saw you making a list.” Veronica exhaled in exhaustion. She
uncapped the glue then paused, catching Betty’s eye. “How about I glue and you
sprinkle the glitter?”
“I don’t think this is really a two-person job, but alright.” Betty carefully
popped the lid off the shimmering canister. “I’m right behind you.”
Veronica didn’t lower the glue stick, however. She held Betty’s gaze and
twisted the glue up once, then twice, then three times, continued on until the
sticky cylinder stood a precarious several inches out of the tube. Betty’s eyes
shifted from the intentionally phallic flaunting of the art supply and gave her
friend a dead-eyed stare.
“Are you done?”
“Just let me know if you feel suddenly inspired to tell me anything.” Veronica
gave her an innocent smile. Betty groaned in frustration, though she couldn’t
fight the smile on her own face.
“If that’s supposed to be my dick, you’re going to need a bigger glue stick.”
Betty spun around, eyes wide, to see Jughead approaching their table, his face
just on the amused side of neutral. He always looked handsome to her, but this
afternoon it hit Betty even harder than normal since the conversation with
Veronica had brought her latent sexual thoughts about her boyfriend to the
front of her mind. Her eyes trailed up Jughead’s body until she was squinting
at his face, the sun bright just behind his silhouette.
“Not at all,” said Veronica. Betty turned back to watch her friend tucking her
dark hair behind her ear with total composure. “Apparently two girls can’t make
a poster around here without having lewd accusations hurled at them.”
Jughead shrugged good-naturedly, putting his hand on Betty’s shoulder. She
reached up automatically to lay hers on top. His skin was soft, warm. Betty
stroked over his fingers without thinking about it. It was easy, and a little
surprising, to see how much Jughead and Veronica’s friendship had improved.
Carrying for Archie after Fred had been shot had really brought them all
closer, and Betty was thankful for it.
“If you don’t mind, I’m going to knock that down to one girl. I need to borrow
Betty.”
“Everything alright?” Veronica was suddenly anxious, but Jughead put out a hand
to calm her.
“Fine, I just want to talk some stuff over with her.” He looked down at Betty,
smiling gently.
“Do you mind finishing it without me, V?” Betty asked her friend seriously. She
didn’t like dumping work on anybody, even when she knew she had too much on her
plate.
“Not at all!” Veronica said, brightly and quickly, smoothing her hand over the
large neon sheet. “Like you said, it’s not really a two-person job anyway.
Besides,” she gave Betty a meaningful look, lowering her voice, “Jughead wants
you.”
Betty scrambled up, blushing, to see Jughead holding her bag already. Their
eyes met and she stared a little too long, probing the vibrant blend of green
and blue. Aware that Veronica’s gaze was on them, Betty went to take her
boyfriend’s hand, but his arm went around her, grasping her hip and pulling her
into his side.
“See you later, Veronica,” said Jughead, offering the girl a nod. She smiled
perkily, giving a little wave. They started away from the table, but Betty
looked back over her shoulder anxiously.
“Let me know if you need help or you want to start―” Betty began.
“I got this, B,” Veronica assured her. “You go… take care of things.” She
raised her eyebrows evocatively.
Betty sighed and turned away. She leaned into Jughead a little more as they
walked and his grip tightened. Even through her coat, she could feel the firm
press of each of his fingers.
***** Chapter 2 *****
                                      II
“I feel guilty,” Jughead said, smoothing out the wrapper his cheeseburger was
nestled into. The paper crinkled invitingly, but Betty couldn’t eat either. She
stared forlornly at the carton of fries they’d bought to share, sitting between
them on the concrete landing outside the trailer’s front door.
“I know. I thought it would be fine, but it feels like we’re betraying Pop’s.”
“You’re the one who suggested fast food,” Jughead reminded her.
“You’re the one who’s always hungry.”
“You could’ve picked a different place.”
“You could’ve got a salad!”
“Betty, be serious. Finding out my father’s going to spend the next two decades
in jail is not a salad situation.”
She could tell Jughead was joking, but the corners of his mouth turned down all
the same. Sighing, Betty set her still-wrapped chicken burger aside and leaned
forward, reaching into her bag, which sat on the step below. Jughead lifted his
burger to his face and inhaled dreamily, then set it back down.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Repenting,” Betty replied, pulling out her Pop’s rescue mission to-do list.
“There’s so much I still need to get done. You know,” she glanced sideways at
Jughead, “I have more respect than ever for how hard you fought for the drive-
in. Even with Veronica’s help, saving Pop’s isn’t going to be easy.”
Jughead rubbed her back, then gently tugged Betty’s hair out of its bun when
she bent over her paper, clicking her pen and starring items that she deemed
high priority. Her waves curtained her face, blonde-ing out her vision and she
shook them back, staring at Jughead.
“Umm, kinda hard to campaign for justice when I can’t see.”
He smiled at her, calmly, though there were plummy smudges under his eyes that
hadn’t gone away since his father had been arrested.
“Don’t forget why you’re doing it, Betts. That’s the key.”
“I’m doing it because Pop doesn’t deserve to have his business defaced and
sold. He’s been running that place longer than we’ve been alive, Jughead.”
Betty shook her head emphatically. “It isn’t right for things to end this way.
I don’t want people’s last memory of Pop’s to be a crime scene.”
“I know how noble you are,” Jughead smiled proudly at her, “but I was thinking
of the more selfish motivations you mentioned before. About how important the
place is to us. To the community, for sure,” he shrugged, “but also to Archie
and Veronica, you and me.”
“I haven’t forgotten that,” Betty said softly, “but my emotions alone aren’t
going to finish everything on this list.” She glared at the paper in her hand
and groaned.
“Take a picture of the list and send it to Veronica. We’re all dealing with a
lot right now, but I think she’s the most eager to avoid her problems rather
than confront them. This’ll be good for keeping her mind off her parents.”
Betty thought about it for a minute, tucking her hair back behind her ears.
“She did volunteer to be my right-hand woman on this, didn’t she?” Betty was
speaking to convince herself, yet Jughead slipped his hand into her coat pocket
and extracted her phone, dangling it in front of her.
“We all know you kick ass, Betts. You could do this all on your own, but you
don’t have to. Delegate,” he suggested.
She grabbed the phone.
“Delegating,” Betty said with cheerful resignation, snapping a picture of her
to-dos and texting it to Veronica, who replied immediately with a thumbs up.
The typing bubble appeared and Betty jammed her phone back into her pocket,
unsure if Veronica would attempt to continue their earlier conversation. Betty
didn’t want to embarrass her friend, herself, or Jughead, by letting him catch
a glimpse of something unfit for his eyes to see.
“So.” She turned to her boyfriend, willing the cool air to keep the blush in
her cheeks to a minimum. “There are a couple more things I’ll need to give a
once over before I go to sleep tonight, and I’ll have to check in with V at
some point to make sure she hasn’t taken on my stress as well as my tasks, but
until then my schedule is clear.” Betty slapped her palms down on her thighs.
“What do you propose I do with this rare chunk of free time?”
“First of all,” Jughead raised one finger commandingly, “don’t use the word
‘chunk.’ You’re putting me off my burger.”
Betty laughed.
“I thought you weren’t going to eat it anyway.”
“Well I still have to look at it.” He lowered his eyes, doing just that.
“Nope,” Betty said. She reached over and folded his burger back into an
approximation of how the fast food joint had wrapped it, slung the strap of her
bag over her shoulder, and stood up, collecting her burger off the step as
well. “Grab the fries,” she nodded in the direction of the carton and Jughead
scooped it up, gazing up at her inquiringly. “We’re going to put all this in
your fridge so we don’t have to look at it,” she explained, “If we get hungry,
we’ll eat it later, but then it will be fuel for me getting some more
accomplished on this passion project, so it’ll cancel out the betrayal.”
“That’s very pragmatic of you, Betty,” said Jughead, rising and letting them
into the trailer.
They stowed the food in the fridge, abandoning it to its soggy fate until they
were desperate enough to eat it. Jughead slammed the fridge door shut and they
shared a look of smug satisfaction as though they’d completed a great task.
Betty had just dropped her bag to the floor and was unfastening her coat when
she caught Jughead doing the same out of the corner of her eye; she found
herself transfixed by the easy way he jerked the buttons free and rolled his
shoulders back, shrugging the denim jacket off. Of course, he looked up and saw
her watching him, sending Betty’s gaze skittering away like a marble, only to
land on the kitchen counter. The very same kitchen counter Jughead had lifted
her onto the other night. Where he’d pulled off her shirt, touched her bare
skin… Betty’s cheeks flamed and as she let her coat fall onto her bag,
embarrassingly, she felt herself go a little weak in the knees.
She planted her palm on the front of the refrigerator and Jughead’s arm was
around her in a second. Tight around her. In fact, Betty realized she was
backed into the corner of the kitchen this way, Jughead’s body obstructing her
one escape route. Not that she wanted to escape. She looked up at him,
breathless, and patted his upper arm, suddenly absurdly clueless about what to
do with her limbs.
“I’m ok, Jug. Just got a little lightheaded or something.”
“You’re sure?” He continued to hold her, though his grip slackened until his
hand was resting unimposingly on the small of her back. “I know this place
isn’t great, but just standing in the kitchen shouldn’t put you at risk of an
injury.”
In spite of his words, Betty felt at very great risk. Of a heart attack.
Because he was close and tall and had a blended autumn-and-coffee smell that
woke her body up and set her insides trembling. She laughed weakly, deciding to
redirect him with words rather than trust her wobbly legs for another moment or
two.
“If it’s that dangerous, maybe you should’ve told me sooner. What should I be
watching out for?”
“Well,” Jughead shifted from one foot to the other, rubbing his jaw
thoughtfully. “There’s the bathtub.”
“Uh huh?” Betty insubstantially contributed.
“It has this weirdly gradual slope to the walls, so when you’re showering,
there isn’t a lot of space to stand. You could never fit two people in there,”
he added for further explanation, then met Betty’s eyes. His widened. “Not that
you’d want to! I mean, I don’t know about my dad, but I’ve certainly never…”
His voice trailed off and Betty spoke up to throw him a lifeline.
“Tried it?”
“Right.” Jughead’s gaze went from Betty’s eyes to her mouth, plunging ever so
briefly to the dip between her collarbones, exposed by the unfastened top three
buttons of her shirt. He unwound his arm from her waist, hooking his thumb
under the knotted sleeves of the flannel shirt tied around his hips. Betty
slipped past him, nearly tripping over her bag, and retreated a few steps, her
eyes on his.
“Well, I don’t need to shower while I’m here,” she hurried out.
“No, no of course.” Jughead turned and took a step towards her. “You look
clean. I mean,” his forehead crumpled, “you look great. You smell clean.”
Betty laughed.
“That’s good news. If I have to swing by Pop’s later, I won’t need to worry
about the aroma of fast food incriminating me.”
“No.” He smiled at her, something in his eyes shifting from awkward to curious.
“Anything else I should be worried about?” Betty stuck her hand out, the
realization that she was gripping the cold edge of the counter coming to her
slowly. She told herself she could handle it. All she had to do was focus on
the conversation, not even think about the counter.
“The bed.”
“The bed?” Betty asked, her eyebrows drifting upwards, certain she’d heard him
wrong.
“Yeah,” Jughead said, running his thumb across his mouth. Betty tracked it like
a cat to a laser beam. When his thumb finished its path, the corner of his lips
quirked up. She wondered if it was time to be suspicious. “If I move around on
it too much, it makes this weird noise. Not, like, an odd squeak or something,”
he added, as though Betty had expressed doubt, “No, it sounds like the thing’s
going to collapse and fall right through the floor.”
“I guess you’d always be awake in time for school.”
“Definitely. No need to set an alarm.” Jughead stepped closer to Betty,
smoothing his hand along the edge of the counter until his fingers bumped into
hers.
“So maybe…” her eyes flitted around his face, “…maybe you should try to sleep
very still.”
Jughead’s gaze darted sideways, eyeing the counter.
“I could make an attempt.” His hand snuck up over hers, his cool fingers
following the narrow bones of her hand like a road to her wrist, then up her
forearm. “It’ll be harder when I’m not sleeping though. If I’m just on my bed
doing something else, I might shift around on instinct.” Jughead cupped Betty’s
elbow, stepping decidedly into her space.
“Well,” she said slowly, glancing down to his chest and doing her best to keep
her voice steady, “you can watch TV, read, do homework, all that stuff,” Betty
summarized vaguely, “in the living room. No need to put yourself at risk.” He
was very close and she could feel the heat coming off his body, seeking hers.
“And if I’m not watching TV, reading, doing homework, or any other mundane
activity we could comfortably and impenitently classify as ‘stuff’?”
“There’s always…” Betty looked up into his eyes, pausing to chew her bottom
lip. Jughead jutted his chin out slightly, urging her on. “…the floor?”
Finally, inevitably, the upward flick of his lips pulled up into a full-on
smirk.
“Some things work best on a bed,” he declared, lowering his mouth to hers.
The kiss was heavy and closemouthed. Betty felt her heart thump and the muscles
between her legs give a keen squeeze. Apparently, her body had decided to treat
their conversation as foreplay, because she could tell she was already getting
wet. When Jughead drew his face back minutely, Betty breathed shakily then
wrapped her arms around him insistently, bringing him back to her with both
hands on the nape of his neck. His hands went straight for her butt, rotating
and hoisting her up onto the counter. Betty couldn’t help grinning into the
kiss, though her smile melted when Jughead nudged his hips between her thighs
and she felt him stiffening in the front of his jeans.
It hadn’t been like this the last time. When they were here before, he’d been
more cautious, shier. He’d fumbled her pink sweater off while almost trying not
to look at her, which had made Betty even shier in return. Now, maybe because
of the way life was pulling their attention in so many different directions, it
was obvious that he was savouring every bit of this encounter. Jughead’s hands
moved quickly to her chest and he was unafraid to let his palms stroke over her
breasts as he began unbuttoning her shirt. Betty inhaled sharply, then settled
into shallow breaths, when Jughead bent his head to follow his fingers with his
mouth, tracing his lips down her chest. She pulled his ever-present hat off and
tossed it onto the counter beside her, tunneling her fingers into his thick,
dark hair and getting a good grip when―her shirt hanging open―Jughead cupped
her breast out of her bra and ran his tongue across her nipple.
Betty sighed loudly and reached for Jughead’s hips while he continued, grasping
the knot of his flannel shirt and yanking him into her. His hot breath on her
skin had her heartrate increasing and he raised his head, looking her self-
assuredly in the eye as his fingers slipped up her spine to unhook her bra.
Betty felt the freed weight of her breasts and sat up straighter, releasing the
knot of his shirt so that it swished to the ground. As she popped the button of
his jeans open, Jughead laid a hand on each of her shoulders, smoothing his
palms down to her upper arms and taking the straps of her bra with them. This
time, Jughead’s gaze lingered, even when Betty unzipped his jeans. He peeled
off his dark t-shirt, then his hands caressed up her ribcage and Betty plucked
the discarded bra from her lap, pressing her torso forward into Jughead as she
threw the item in the direction of her coat.
His arms came around her and he buried his nose in her neck, his breath shaky
as he spread his fingers against her back, holding her to him. Betty’s hands
slid from his shoulders to grip his biceps, tensed beneath her fingers. Jughead
drew back a little, kissing along her throat, and she wedged her hands between
them, exploring his chest and lower, over his abs. She hit the waist of his
underwear, bared by his unfastened jeans, and tucked her fingers just under the
band between the elastic and the taut skin of his abdomen. Jughead sighed in
deep contentment, bringing his hands around to generously grope her breasts and
pushing his hips harder against hers. Running her lips over his cheek, Betty
tempted him into another kiss and Jughead surprised her, first by winding his
tongue into her mouth and second by hauling her forward into his arms, stepping
back from the counter.
As Jughead carried her down the hall, halting briefly to kick out of his shoes,
Betty held tight to him, compressing her breasts against his chest. His fingers
inched up into her hair and he stopped on the threshold of his bedroom, resting
Betty’s back against the doorway as he kissed her deeply. She rocked her hips
into his, linking her ankles behind him and pushing her shoes off one at a
time. Jughead groaned and pitched his hips forward, causing the muscles between
Betty’s legs to contract of their own volition. It was impossible not to arch
her upper body, pressing herself as close to him as she could, feeling his hand
slip beneath the waist of her jeans to seize her hip. He bucked against her
steadily, and Betty, who’d only had Jughead’s hands on her―and only over her
clothes―was struck by an urge to broaden her experiences.
She wiggled down out of his grip, her balance feeling less than reliable for
the second time since they’d entered the trailer. Looking dazed and lustful,
Jughead backed into the opposite side of the doorframe, licking his reddened
bottom lip. Betty couldn’t help smiling as she looked him square in the eye and
unfastened her jeans. The noise of the zipper drew Jughead’s gaze and Betty
hooked her thumbs into her jeans, shuffling them down her hips. Her underwear
weren’t very exciting, being white with lace edges, but she could imagine how
they were making Jughead’s heart pound based on the way his chest was rising
and falling. She reached down, dragging her jeans off and taking her socks with
them, then straightened, assessing her boyfriend, who seemed to be glued to his
side of the doorway.
“Wow,” he said softly, staring at her.
Tentatively, Betty came close to him, intentionally letting her hips tilt into
his. His erection was rigid and decidedly bigger than that glue stick. Jughead
kept his hands to himself, doing all of his exploring with his eyes, which
moved gradually from her face to her hips. Summoning her courage, Betty rolled
her fingers against her palms, some part of her mind telling her to warm them,
though she could feel her entire body experiencing an oven-like flush of heat.
She lifted her hand, dropped it, and lifted it again, her eyes dancing with
Jughead’s. Taking a deep breath, Betty stuffed her hands into the gaping sides
of Jughead’s jeans, already unfastened, and shoved them down. Unlike her own,
which were tight to the ankle, Jughead’s put up zero resistance, collapsing
into a denim puddle which he shook his feet out of. Betty pressed both palms
flat to Jughead’s abdomen, his dick straining the material just below, and his
hands disappeared behind his back to grip the edges of the doorframe. Resting
her hands on his hips, Betty leaned against Jughead, stretching up on her toes
to kiss him as she tugged his boxers down blindly.
Jughead’s sweaty palms landed on her back, then tore her underwear down her
legs, any self-consciousness vanishing with them. Flicking her fingers through
the ends of his hair, Betty held to the back of Jughead’s neck, kissing him
hastily as he backed her into his bedroom. She tumbled back onto his comforter,
Jughead climbing greedily on top of her and trailing her with a smirk as she
scampered backwards towards the head of the bed, pushing the covers away as she
went. Betty started to sit up as her shoulders touched the wall, but Jughead
caught her by her ankles and pulled her flat under him, his gaze running
unhurriedly down her body. Impatiently, Betty threw her arms around him,
pulling him onto her and Jughead’s palm smoothed down her back to grab her ass,
rolling them both sideways.
His dick was denting her abdomen, but it was his fingers that first made
contact between her legs. Jughead gave her a long stare, pressing his fingers
to her wetness. Nervously, Betty hitched her top leg over Jughead’s hip,
feeling a little shameless, but instantly thankful when he moved his fingers
with ease, spreading her arousal over her clit. Betty gave a visceral jerk that
she felt in her abdominal muscles, gripping Jughead’s bicep forcefully. He
looked in her eyes and she nodded so minutely yet rapidly that it felt as
though her skull were vibrating. Jughead slicked his fingers through her
arousal and curled two of them up inside her. Betty angled her hips towards
him, gasping, and scratching her nails down his arm. Frantically, Jughead found
her mouth with his, then repeated the probing motion of his fingers, tucking
them in a little more abruptly and certainly deeper.
Betty curved her whole body into his, her calf muscle tensing where her leg was
thrown over his hip. She turned her face into Jughead’s pillow, but he didn’t
grant her even a moment to grow accustomed, curling his fingers into her again.
She moaned into the pillow, then turned her head enough to peek at his
expression as he extracted his fingers, smearing their slickness over her clit.
His cheeks were pink, his lips parted, as he seemed to be watching his hand
give her a sensation she’d never had before. Gripping the back of his neck,
Betty pulled him into a kiss, winding her arms around his neck. She felt highly
alert and strong, like she could climb a tree or shimmy up a flagpole. Jughead
groaned against her mouth and adjusted his hand so his fingers were digging
into the front of her thigh while his thumb jostled her clit into tingly
oblivion.
Her breathing getting fast and rough, Betty broke the kiss. Her hand chafed up
and down his ribcage as she muttered words of encouragement:
“Juggy, yes! There… and a little… mhmm faster… oh God…” Betty shook her hair
back from her face, raising her hand from Jughead’s side to swipe at stubborn
strands. Jughead squirmed against her, then she felt his other hand at her
opening, pressing his fingers inside while the thumb from the first hand
switched to an unyielding rub on her clit. “Oh man, oh God… Juggy!” Her hips
were not so much rocking now as twitching. “Yes! Theretherethere!” she mumbled,
throwing her head to the side, though she couldn’t open her eyes to stare at
the ceiling.
“Come on, Betty,” Jughead whispered, his lips brushing over her ear.
Betty’s back arched as overwhelming relief and joy jolted her from the inside
out. Jughead removed his hands and held her possessively to him, kissing the
side of her head. Opening her eyes, Betty’s gaze locked with his and she let
her shoulders rise and fall in a dramatic sigh, then began to giggle
hysterically. Jughead smirked at her then his expression suddenly altered. When
Betty felt his erection pulse against her abdomen, she realized her laughter
must have been vibrating her against him; her giggles petered out as
understanding passed through their shared look.
Jughead planted a fist on the mattress behind Betty’s back and rolled her over
simply by pressing his body fully to hers. On her back, Betty began to
straighten out her bent knee, but Jughead’s fingers wrapped around the
underside of her thigh, drawing the leg back up. He eased himself backwards
down her body, kissing her collarbone, then sucking at each of her nipples,
lining the curve of her breasts with his tongue. As he returned to hover over
her, Jughead aligned his cock and pushed into her, sending Betty grasping for
bunches of bedsheet to hang onto.
The stretch had her legs parting further, widening her hips as Jughead pressed
deeper. He was breathing irregularly and all Betty could manage, still overcome
by sensation herself, was scraping the hair back from his forehead. It was a
continuous, pointless job, what with him positioned over her, but it gave Betty
something to do with her hands while she let her lower half lay still, getting
used to the size of something longer and thicker than a couple of Jughead’s
fingers. Veronica’s antics with the glue stick came back to her and Betty
almost wanted to laugh. However, the next moment, Jughead slid impossibly
deeper, letting out a very masculine, very sexual grunt and biting down on his
lip.
Betty exhaled, the muscles enclosing Jughead’s dick pulsing as they determined
whether they wanted this obstruction removed or brought further in. She decided
for them, tilting her hips up into his so that he had her utterly filled.
Jughead forced his hands under Betty’s back, feeling out her shoulder blades as
he dragged slowly out, then thrust back in.
A tear slipped away into Betty’s hair as her emotions went haywire; she
scrubbed at its track with the back of her hand, then threw her arm around
Jughead’s shoulders. He lifted himself off of her slightly, moving his hips
unhurriedly, though the effort in his face told Betty he wanted more. The
feeling of it sweetened into a pleasurable friction and by the time Betty let
out a whimper of profound enjoyment, Jughead was speeding up. Suddenly, he was
a man on a mission, knowing exactly where he wanted to go and how to get there.
Though he held Betty lovingly, Jughead’s expression became dreamy and lost and
Betty wrapped her legs around him and smoothed her hand up his neck, focusing
him.
“What…” he panted, “…what can I do, Betts?” He freed one hand from under her
back and grasped her breast. Betty moved her hips with his, the bliss building
with the desire.
“Could you touch me like―like before?”
Her eyes dropped shyly from his, though she knew it was a ridiculous situation
in which to be bashful. Jughead just grinned his confident grin at her and ran
his hand from her chest down her stomach, raising himself up on his opposite
elbow so he had room to position his hand. As soon as he skimmed over her clit,
Betty felt her teeth chatter together, her chin tipping up as the back of her
head pressed into the pillow. Jughead moved his lips to her throat, tugging at
her skin gently with his teeth and sucking just beneath her jaw. His fingers
went for speed rather than creativity, but Betty was hungry for her second
orgasm and found she was quickly beginning to feel the way the expression on
Jughead’s face looked when he lifted his head to meet her eyes.
They released together, Jughead freeing both hands to grab Betty’s shoulders
and ram himself into her. Betty felt her hips leave the surface of the bed,
following Jughead’s like a magnet as his thrusts shallowed. When he eased
himself off of her, falling gracelessly to her side, Betty’s legs felt like
dead weight, except for the spastically rippling muscles of her inner thighs;
clenching Jughead’s hips as he’d gone to work on her had exercised parts of
Betty she’d never been aware of. They sighed deeply in perfect synchronisation,
then burst into giddy laughter, Jughead squeezing Betty in tight to his side.
She wound her leg around his, feeling his heart slamming inside his chest. He
laid his hand over it as though that could calm it down, then laid it over
hers, which was beating just as hard. As far as they'd just gone together, it
still gave her a thrill to know how close his hand was to her breast.
“Man,” he groaned happily, nuzzling his face into her hair. “I thought the best
part of today was going to be that cheeseburger.”
Betty’s giggle shook her and she wrapped her arm around Jughead. Her hand was
also trembling until she flattened it against his skin.
“I thought it was going to be the satisfaction of crossing stuff off my list.”
Jughead’s laugh was muffled but present and he raised his head, propping it up
with his hand to stare down at her.
“True or false,” he asked her, “Veronica’s stunt with the glue stick was about
my dick.”
“What would ever make you guess that?!” Betty exclaimed.
“True or false!”
She rolled her eyes, touching her toes to Jughead’s ankle.
“Ok, true, but I don’t know how you knew. Veronica has an excellent poker
face.”
Jughead’s smile crept up on her and Betty found herself smiling too, though she
was still trying to be incredulous.
“Because I wasn’t looking at Veronica’s face, I was looking at yours. Which was
pink,” he added.
“Well that just doesn’t seem fair.”
Jughead shrugged.
“Ok, ok,” Betty rallied herself, “I have a question for you.”
His eyebrows rose inquiringly.
“True or false, is there really something severely wrong with this bed? Not
that I was totally focused on it,” she blushed, “but I didn’t hear it make a
noise, let alone sound like it was going to cave in underneath us.”
“Oh, that was a total exaggeration,” Jughead said, grinning. “I only said it
because I saw how you reacted to my accidental implications about the shower.”
“Juggy, that’s not an exaggeration, that’s a lie.”
“Will you forgive me?”
“You don’t need forgiveness; I’m not at all upset about what you did.” Betty
smiled then sat up to haul the blankets over them. She snuggled into his side,
letting Jughead maneuver his arm under her neck so they could lay wrapped up
together.
“You still feeling ok about handing off some of your workload to Veronica?”
Everything she still needed to get done in her campaign to save Pop’s came
rushing to mind, but Betty firmly pushed it aside.
“Yeah.” She looked at him slyly. “The difference between what you and I did and
the tasks I left with her is that this actually was a two-person job.”
“I hope that’s not the only difference.”
“You don’t have any glitter, do you?” she asked innocently. Jughead narrowed
his eyes at her.
“Very funny.”
Betty grinned, pressing a kiss to his mouth until she felt his lips turning up.
It didn’t take long.
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