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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, Cheryl_Blossom
  Additional Tags:
      Seven_Minutes_In_Heaven, bughead_-_Freeform, Romance, Friendship, Party
      Games, Thornhill, before_Bughead_was_canon, First_Time
  Series:
      Part 2 of Bughead_Stories
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-03 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 3968
****** An Evening in Hell, Seven Minutes in Heaven ******
by ForASecondThereWedWon
Summary
     Originally posted on Fanfiction.net. Betty doesn't run off when
     Archie and Veronica disappear into the closet. Cheryl spins the
     bottle to decide the next victim in her game. And wait, what's
     Jughead doing here? Rated E for something that takes a little longer
     than seven minutes.
***** Girl Next Door No More *****
                                       I
Betty stared after Archie and Veronica, annoyed, as they walked into the closet
and shut the door. She dropped her gaze to her feet, feeling confused. She
hadn’t sensed anything like sexual tension between her two friends and she knew
Veronica wasn’t to blame for the situation. It was Cheryl playing her
manipulative little game with them. Archie seemed almost unaware of what was
happening, just sort of going along with it, so Betty didn’t think the fault
lay with him either. Maybe she was the most confused by her own actions, or
lack thereof.
Over the summer, in the absence of her redheaded BFF, Betty had coaxed herself
into a fluffy dreamscape where she and Archie ended up together. The perfect
couple. In the light of day, this illusion she’d invented fell pretty flat. Did
she, a young journalistic hopeful, really want to tie herself to a guy who
couldn’t even stand up to the threat of being pawed by any of a random
selection of simpering gossips in a forgotten cubbyhole of the Blossom family
mansion?
When it came down to it, Betty Cooper was a woman who could take matters into
her own hands, which was how she knew that if she’d really wanted Archie, she
would have made her intentions known and, to hell with the rest of them, pulled
him into the closet with her. The fact that she hadn’t made her question
whether the girl next door was really a cliché she really wanted to be living.
Cheryl’s phonily sweet voice yanked Betty out of her realizations.
“Ok, who’s next?” Cheryl looked around brightly for her next victim. God, Betty
thought, she’s so much like that spider broach she’s always wearing. Preying on
anyone who gets too close.
“Hey, you. Teenage nightmare.” Betty followed Cheryl’s gaze and realized she
was addressing Jughead. Standing with his back to them and looking out the
window, he was almost camouflaged in the dark room. “Who invited you?”
Jughead turned slowly and stepped towards them with an eyebrow raised. “Me? I’m
here for the art and artifacts tour. Where do you keep the suits of armour?”
Cheryl narrowed her eyes at him, the gloss on her sneering mouth shining in the
firelight. “I’d rather keep an eye on you than have you wandering around my
family’s home, if you don’t mind.” She crossed her arms and drummed her crimson
nails on them. “Why don’t you join our little game?” Now Cheryl smirked nastily
and it was obvious to Betty that the invitation had only been extended as a
means to scare Jughead off the premises.
Jughead stepped up to the back of the couch whereon perched a trio of Cheryl’s
disciples and shrugged noncommittally. Cheryl huffed at his persistence but
refused to give up any ground and strode to the table, giving the bottle a
vicious flick.
Betty couldn’t have said what made her do it. As the bottle slowed, Betty
crossed her legs, pressing the toes of her upper foot into the underside of the
table, creating the tiniest slant. She looked away from the bottle, trying to
appear disinterested, but when her eyes locked with Jughead’s and he drew his
eyebrows together in suspicion, Betty knew he had seen what she’d done.
Before she could make sense of her actions or what she was going to do about
them, Betty registered the silence. The bottle had stopped turning and it was
pointing right at her. No question this time, since no one had filled
Veronica’s spot on the couch after she had vacated it.
Cheryl was grinning. “Well, looks like you two sad sacks might as well just run
on home now.” She turned to Betty. “Don’t you have some pining to do over the
man of your dreams you just lost to the new girl?”
What a bitch, Betty thought, but she lowered the table carefully with her foot
then stood, smiling right back at Cheryl. “Actually, I think I’ll play.” She
glanced across at Jughead, who was now looking like he wanted to see how this
would play out. When she reached him, he turned and fell into step with her. As
they were about to leave the room, Betty turned back to see Cheryl watching her
with a sour look on her face. “Greatparty by the way, Cheryl. Do we just pick
any closet?” Betty fluttered her fingers at her in a condescending wave and
turned the corner.
***** Hallway to Heaven *****
                                      II
Out of earshot of their peers, Jughead burst into laughter. “Somehow, I don’t
think this evening’s going how Cheryl wanted it to.”
Betty smiled and shook her head. “She’s such a dictator. She thinks she can
just move us all around like dolls in a dollhouse.”
“More like valley of the dollhouse.”
They had left the large front rooms designed for entertaining and were now
wandering down a hallway.
“Speaking of moving things around, nice trick with the table, Betts. What was
that meant to achieve exactly?” Jughead tipped his head to the side.
Betty looked away and had the wherewithal to compose a quick bluff. “It got us
out of there, didn’t it?”
Jughead was looking straight ahead, but Betty saw his lips edge up into a
smile. “It did, and I’m not complaining, but I think you’re too much like me
not to have something more going on in your head than what you’re willing to
express.”
Betty felt her heart pounding and she almost tripped over the elaborate carpet
striping the length of the hall.
“I guess we should find a closet soon. We don’t want to go too far in case they
come looking for us.”
Jughead stopped walking and turned to her, so Betty halted as well. “You mean
we’re actually playing?” He didn’t look upset, just confused.
Betty shrugged. “If we just keep wandering around in here, Cheryl’s definitely
going think we’re trying to rob her.”
Jughead grinned. “So this isn’t a heist? Damn. I had the sack of sand we were
going to replace the golden idol with all measured out.”
Betty smiled nervously and slumped back against a closed door leading off the
hall.
“Seriously, Betts.” Jughead took a step towards her and lowered his voice.
“What’s up? I don’t want to think that you’re using me to make Archie jealous,
but I gotta question your motives. I assume watching Archie go off with
Veronica hurt you. Am I right?”
“Actually,” Betty felt behind her for the door knob. Jughead followed her
actions and raised an eyebrow at her. “If anything, it resolved something for
me. I don’t really feel that way about Archie.”
Jughead looked surprised. “You don’t?”
“I thought I did, but—” Betty started to turn the knob and Jughead stepped
towards her quickly and covered her hand with his.
“I’m following your lead on the closet thing, but please, Betty, do not go into
one of the rooms in this house backwards. I wouldn’t put it past the Blossoms
to have a vampire stowed somewhere. This place is way more Castle Dracula than
Villa Villekulla.” Jughead closed his eyes and thumped his forehead against the
door. “You scared the bejesus out of me.”
“Me? God, the way you reacted I thought there was a vampire coming out of
there.” Betty smiled and looked up at him. With his head against the door,
Jughead was positioned in a sheltering posture, and he hadn’t taken his hand
off of hers.
“So what were you going to say?” Jughead opened his eyes and looked down at
her, apparently totally comfortable with being inside Betty’s personal bubble
and having her in his.
Betty’s heart was racing and her eyes were taking in every perfect, symmetrical
feature of Jughead’s face as well as the perfectly asymmetrical way his black
hair twisted out from under his hat.
“About what?” she breathed. Man, when did Juggy get so… tall? And grown up?
And… hot??
“About what you’re actually feeling if you’re not into Archie.” He looked at
her expectantly. “What, did you get a new neighbour who’s even more of a
Renaissance man than Archie is?”
Betty looked down and Jughead suddenly felt awful. He hadn’t meant for his joke
to come off so nosy. Just when he was about to start apologizing, she spoke.
“No, I’m looking a little farther afield these days.” She was smiling now and
Jughead relaxed.
“So where’s the new guy live?” he teased.
Betty turned her earnest round eyes on him. “I’m not sure actually, Juggy. What
is your address?”
Jughead jerked his head back from the door and felt his face go slack in shock.
His hand dropped from hers, but before he could step back, Betty gripped the
front of his jacket with both hands and tugged him towards her, raised herself
up on her toes, and brought her mouth to his.
***** Touch, But Don't Look *****
                                      III
When Betty pulled back, Jughead’s normally serious face was far from composed.
Belatedly, he brought his hands to her waist, feeling out the curve between her
hips and her ribcage.
“What do you say we take this behind closed doors?”
Betty rolled her eyes. “I’d say it was my idea in the first place.”
“Well, who can remember, really?”
Betty narrowed her eyes at him, but Jughead just winked.
“Might as well try this one then.” He nodded at the door behind her and Betty
turned in his arms. She put her hand on the door knob and looked back over her
shoulder at him. Jughead nodded and Betty opened the door.
It looked like a miscellaneous storage closet with clothing hanging to one side
of them and boxes stacked up on the other.
“Well I don’t see any vampires in here,” Betty said, stepping inside.
Jughead followed her in. “That’s cause it’s nighttime. They’re out hunting,” he
hissed.
“Ah, that explains it. Do you see a light switch?”
“Come on, Nancy Drew. Didn’t you think to bring a flashlight on this little
adventure?”
“If I’d known I’d be spending part of my evening in a windowless closet, I
might have worn a dress with pockets so I could bring one.” Betty felt a string
slide across her shoulder and grabbed it, clicking on a lightbulb on the
ceiling above them. Jughead stepped back and pulled the door shut.
Betty turned to face him, nervous now that they were alone in a confined space.
“So…it’s not so creepy in here really.”
“I don’t know about that. Those are probably the clothes the ancestral Blossoms
died in.” He nodded at the garments lining one wall.
Betty shuddered. “Thanks, Juggy. I feel way better now.”
Jughead stepped towards her. “Sorry, Betts. I’ve been spending so much time
writing lately, I feel like my observation skills have become too finely tuned.
And there’s plenty of weird stuff to observe in here.” He tipped his head back,
taking in the boxes that piled high above them.
Betty raised a trembling hand to cup Jughead’s jaw as she turned his face to
hers. “Then try just looking at me.” After she said it, Betty almost lost her
nerve, but she made herself hold his gaze.
“Betts,” Jughead ran a hand down her bare arm and Betty shivered again. “The
reason I’m seeing all this other stuff is because I’m trying so hard not to
look at you. If I let myself stare, I’m not going to be able to stop.”
“Juggy, you are staring.”
“Oh.” Jughead inclined his face to Betty’s. “Then you better stop me.”
Betty’s gaze dropped to Jughead’s mouth and she stroked her thumb gently across
his chin before kissing him. She was unsure about instigating the kiss for the
second time. She knew that Jughead could be reactive by nature, letting things
play out before him and carefully weighing whether or not he should take a role
in them. As Betty kissed him, he kissed back, but his response was careful,
almost to the point of hesitancy, and it began to make Betty uncomfortable. She
stepped away from him, feeling his loosely linked arms fall from behind her
back.
Instead of looking into his eyes, Betty’s gaze locked on his chest. “We can go
back now if you want.”
“What makes you think I want that?” Jughead was looking down at Betty’s curled
blonde hair, given its freedom from her usual slick ponytail for the evening.
Betty shrugged. “You don’t seem very…into it.”
Jughead laughed in disbelief. “Betty, I’m a teenage boy shut in a closet with a
gorgeous, intelligent girl who just told me she’s not head over heels for my
best friend after all. Trust me, I’m into it.”
Betty frowned and looked up into his eyes. Jughead was surprised to see that
she was angry. “I don’t know where you get your sense of affection then, but
you seem about as limp as the clothes hanging on that rack.”
“I assure you, I am not,” Jughead paused to clear his throat, “limp.” He could
feel his heart beat twice, once in his chest and a second time as his boiling
blood inflated his dick. “What do you want, Betts?”
Betty took a deep breath. “You told me about everything you see. I don’t want
you to see.” She put her hands on his chest. “I want you to feel.”
Very slowly, Betty slid her hands up Jughead’s chest to his shoulders, feeling
the waves of muscle under his clothes.
“You mean that metaphorically though, right? You’re not going to actually turn
the light off?”
Betty smiled and shook her head. “Shhhh.” She tucked her hands in under his
jacket and pushed it from his shoulders. Jughead held his arms loosely and
Betty dropped the jacket straight off and heard it thump on the floor. They
both stared down at it for a second then at each other. It finally sank in for
Jughead that this was not an opportunity he was likely to get again.
Jughead pushed his fingers through Betty’s delicately curled hair and held her
face to his as he kissed her long and deeply. He felt Betty’s puff of
exhalation on his cheek. Her arms came around his neck, one hand going up to
trace his hairline and the other dipping down under the neck of his t-shirt.
Jughead felt the hair stand up along the back of his neck and dropped one hand
to pull Betty against him.
When she felt the ridge pushing against her from the front of Jughead’s jeans,
Betty let out a reflexive moan that shocked them both.
Jughead broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers and panting.
“Juggy? Do… do you want…?” Betty was breathing hard too. She shifted her hands
nervously from Jughead’s shoulders to his chest, then settled them on his waist
and gripped the fabric of his shirt desperately, dampening it with her sweating
palms.
Jughead was nodding so furiously, his hat was pushed off as his forehead rubbed
against Betty’s.
“Do you?”
Betty’s voice was soft but strong. “Yes.”
Jughead held her eyes as he wrapped a hand around her hip and started drawing
the material of her skirt up with reaching fingers. He threw his other arm
around her back, grabbing the bunched fabric and leaving his free hand to
stroke the skin of her outer thigh. Betty exhaled loudly and leaned in to
Jughead, working her way up his neck with loose kisses. When she suddenly
pressed her palm against his erection, Jughead dug his fingers into her skin
and swore.
“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” Jughead didn’t open his eyes, but he
felt Betty nod against him, her cheek stroking his.
“Looks that way,” she whispered near his ear.
Suddenly, he was impatient to have her. Jughead flattened the bunch of material
against Betty’s back and reached under her skirt with his other hand, going
directly to shape his hand to fit between her legs. Betty gasped, but Jughead
kept going. Her thighs were hot on either side of his hand and when he slipped
his fingers under the elastic, he felt her arousal immediately slick them.
Using both hands now, he fumbled for the waistband of her panties, pushing them
down her legs. Betty quickly stepped out of her heels and shook her legs to rid
herself of her underwear. Jughead maneuvered his hand back under her skirt,
rubbing her wetness across his fingers before pressing one up into her channel.
Betty brought her hands to Jughead’s shoulders, squeezing them to keep herself
upright when his thumb found her clit and he began steadily rocking his hand to
push down on her g-spot with his middle finger and up on her clit with his
thumb. Betty began shoving her hips against his hand in time with his rocking,
so much that Jughead had to recognize defeat or risk her falling over.
He extracted his fingers carefully and before Betty could start to whine,
turned her away from him, keeping a hand on her waist. She looked over her
shoulder at him in confusion, but Jughead’s fingers were already on her zipper,
opening the back of her pink dress and letting it poof to the floor.
She turned back to him and he grinned as he backed her into the stack of boxes.
Needing no assistance, Betty reached behind her back and unhooked her bra,
flinging it onto the floor on top of her dress. Jughead pulled in a shaky
breath as he took in the entirely of Betty’s body, softly lit by the bulb high
above them. Rather than display embarrassment, Betty put one hand on her hip
and with the other made a sweeping gesture over Jughead’s body, clearly
indicating it was his turn.
Jughead’s smile grew and he yanked his t-shirt off over his head. Betty’s eyes
widened as she studied his muscled physique.
“Impressed?” he teased. Inwardly, Jughead was feeling fairly nervous.
Betty titled her head to one side, running her eyes over his body. Jughead felt
himself blush. “It makes sense actually. For all the time you spend at Pop’s, I
almost never see you actually eating the junk food.”
“Clearly, I was resisting that minor temptation until a bigger one came along
that would make my inner strength worth it.” Jughead was unfastening the button
on his jeans and unzipping them, enjoying the relief of pressure from next body
part he was hoping to impress her with.
As Jughead’s hands moved to his hips, Betty reached out and traced her fingers
lightly across his abs. “Yes, it’s really your inner strength that’s wowing me
right now.” She met his eyes and Jughead was floored by the seductive look she
leveled at him. Without further ado, he pushed his jeans and boxers off his
hips, letting gravity take them to the ground. He stepped out and kicked them
backwards carelessly.
He stood, naked, and waited for her to come to him.
She did, immediately.
Jughead pushed his fingers into her hair and pulled her against him, kissing
her deeply. Now Betty was impatient, finding his hand and pulling him down with
her to the carpeted floor. She sat with her legs to one side, allowing Jughead
to run his hands over her bare back and hold her against him, skin to skin, as
he kissed her.
His blood was pounding in his dick and he couldn’t wait any longer, so Jughead
laid Betty down on his jacket and kneeled in front of her. He slid his hands
from her bent knees down to her hips, up her stomach and over her breasts.
Betty looked up at him and was grateful for his compulsion to observe. Never in
her life had she felt so powerfully treasured.
He held himself over her in a one-handed plank, reaching between their bodies,
which were shivering with anticipation, and aligning himself with her. Jughead
pushed into her slowly and Betty tipped her hips up in response, inviting him
in. He slid in so smoothly that his stroke was faster than he’d meant it to be
and he bumped the end of her channel. Betty jerked in surprise, feeling
Jughead’s length press into her and his width throb against her tensing
muscles. She trembled and the vibration went straight to her core, causing
Jughead to pull out only slightly and press back in as firmly as he could.
He gasped and Betty looked up into his face. Jughead’s eyes were clamped shut
and his black hair hung down. She raised her hand and twined one of his
ringlets around her finger, smiling at him. He opened his eyes and Betty
wrapped her legs around him, holding his body tight to hers.
When he drew out, his body dragged over her clit and Betty grabbed at his
shoulder blades, pulling him back to her. Abandoning any attempt at discipline,
Jughead began pistoning into her. For her part, Betty pushed herself up against
him, ensuring he continued to stroke her clit with each thrust.
Jughead wound an arm under Betty’s back to take hold of her as he went to work.
She was crying out on every thrust now and he grinned wildly as he watched her
chin tip up, her mouth drop open, and her shining hair splay across the carpet.
He brought a hand to her breast, groping and rubbing as much for his benefit as
for hers. When he began gently twisting her nipple between his fingers, Jughead
felt Betty’s body kick into another gear. She was trembling against him now,
her hands fluttering across his back. He lowered his mouth and took her nipple
between his teeth, sucking hard.
“Juggy!” she yelped. Her knees tightened against his hips, almost impeding his
thrusts, but he drove at her forcefully, giving her what she wanted.
Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled his chest flush to hers
with a strength he hadn’t known she was capable of. He immediately appreciated
it though, because when she came, her face was right next to his and he heard
her pant his name twice before letting out an uninhibited cry. Jughead followed
her, groaning with a total lack of restraint, and ramming himself deep inside
her as he lost himself.
***** The Screen Crack'd from Side to Side *****
                                      IV
They fixed themselves up to the best of their abilities—Betty’s hair was a
little wonky from its tango with the floor and under Jughead’s jacket, his
shirt was on backwards—and Betty nodded to Jughead to click off the light as
she turned the door knob.
The door swung open and there stood Cheryl and her underlings, trying to cover
up the scandalized looks on their faces.
Jughead went for casual, leaning against the doorjamb of the closet they’d just
exited, but bold, blonde, ballsy Betty stood proud and smiled at Cheryl with
confidence.
“I can’t believe you…in my closet…in my family’s home!” Cheryl spluttered.
“Can’t believe I what?” Betty asked.
Cheryl’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, we all know what. We’re not deaf.”
Betty shrugged and looked at Jughead who also shrugged and pushed himself away
from the wall. As the couple walked past Cheryl, she screeched at them. “Don’t
think this won’t be all over social media!”
Betty turned to her, her friendly façade dropped, and gave Cheryl an icy look.
Jughead’s arm came around Betty’s waist, showing a united front. Betty snatched
the phone out of Cheryl’s hand.
“We are the media.” Betty hurled the phone at the wall and they heard the
screen crack like broken bone. She looked at Jughead, who was grinning at her
proudly.
“Forget the River Vixens. I think you should try out for baseball.”
Betty smiled at him and they headed for the front door of the Blossom mansion,
hand in hand.
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