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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Riverdale_(TV_2017)
  Relationship:
      Betty_Cooper/Jughead_Jones, Jughead_Jones_&_Toni_Topaz
  Character:
      Toni_Topaz, Jughead_Jones, Betty_Cooper
  Additional Tags:
      Bughead_is_engame, Toni_and_Jug_hook_up, But_Betty_is_Jug’s_one_true
      love., Bughead_smut_is_at_the_end, please_give_it_a_chance_guys, Smut,
      Squirting, Oral
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-05 Completed: 2018-02-13 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 8810
****** Non-Comparisons ******
by Rockyroll
Summary
     I know we’ve had a lot of smutty fics relating to the events of 2x12,
     but here’s one more...
     Warning, Jug and Toni hook up first. I compartmentalized all the smut
     for them because it was so badly received at first so that you can
     avoid it if you’d like to. That said, I really think it adds to the
     story and I didn’t write it because I have a thing for Toni/Jug. I’m
     team bughead 100%.
     As I said in the comments, Jug and Toni are like the cliff bar of
     smut. Yeah, it’s fine in a pinch, but Jug and Betty are the home
     cooked meal.
Notes
     The *** note where I had thought about split tile this up into little
     chapters, but then I figured you fine people deserved the whole fix
     at once. You’re welcome ;)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
**The night of the gauntlet**
Toni’s small, warm hands caressed Jughead’s face, applying neosporin and
medical tape as she went. She began at his face and moved her way down to his
neck.When she took off his shirt, it was all still friendly and Jughead thought
nothing of it, but as those warm, healing hands spread down his chest, testing
sore spots, rubbing over his ribs and pressing into hips, he started to feel
something a little more. His dick twitched in his pants and he immediately felt
guilty, his mind wandering to green eyes and soft blonde hair. Instead, he was
faced with dyed purple hair and dark brown eyes. He tried to reason it out.
Betty had crushed him, more than the gauntlet ever could. He would do it all
again and in reverse if it meant he could take it all back. What did it mean
that she had sent Archie to deliver the news? Were they dating? Would they do
that to him?
Toni pulled at his hips and he stood. She looked into his eyes as she unbuckled
his pants and slipped them down his legs. She kneeled in front of him and
looked up at him. In that moment, with Toni at his feet and Betty who knows
where, doing who knows what with Archie or whoever else she wanted, he wanted
Toni’s comfort. He needed someone. Fuck Betty and good riddance. She would
never understand the decision he made, to protect her and Archie, the whole
damn Northside. She didn’t understand what it meant to be alone, to have a
truly broken home. But Toni did and she was here.
“Thank you,” he whispered down to Toni, as she held a cold compress to a nasty
bruise on his leg. “Thank you for being here, Toni.”
“Someone’s gotta be.” She murmured, shaking her head a bit. Did she have any
idea how true that was? Did she realize that he had no family and no friends,
except the ones he had made in his trial by fire tonight?
“Anything else need nursing?” She quirked an eyebrow up at him as she put the
cold compress on the coffee table next to her. Her hands skimmed up his legs
and hooked into his boxers and then stilled.
“I..I’ve never…”
“We take care of our own, Jug. And I think you need this.” Toni began to slide
his boxers down, giving him plenty of time to say no.
 
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He was half erect and she looked up at him with those deep brown eyes of hers
as she kissed each of his thighs, crossing back and forth and raising her head
up and up. By the time she got to the base, where his dark curls clung tight to
his skin, he was fully erect. She closed her eyes as she grabbed him with one
hand to steady him and she licked him from base to tip.
“Oh...shit.” He reached for the counter behind him. He closed his eyes and
thought again of Betty. He wished this could have been her, but it wasn’t she
had made her choice. She had rejected him like he always knew she would. He
opened his eyes again as Toni placed her full lips over the slit at top of his
erection and slipped her her tongue over it. His hand went to her jaw,
encouraging her with small circles with his thumb. When she took him deeper and
let him push again the side of her mouth, he could feel his own cock against
his cheek and it was hottest thing he had ever felt. He involuntarily pushed
into her mouth a little more and she chucked around him.
God, she wasn’t Betty, but she still felt really good and he found he felt
equally vindicated and guilty. She began a quick rhythm, sucking hard on her
way up letting her tongue push down the underside of his cock on the way down.
Her hand followed, using her saliva to smoothly roll up and down with her
mouth. It only took five strokes like that before both of his hands framed her
face and he found himself dangerously close to the end. He pulled his mouth off
him and jerked his hand up his cock as spilled himself into his own hand. He
may have just taken pleasure in her mouth, but he couldn’t give her something
quite so personal as his seed. He collapsed on the couch and grabbed his shirt,
already ruined and bloody anyway to wipe his cum on. “God. That was...Thanks
Toni. That was really nice.”
 
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Toni stood and sat next him on the couch. “I aim to please Jones. Plus, I
needed you to relax before I finish the last and final part of your
initiation.”
He turned to her, brows furrowed. “Now what?”
“Your tattoo.” She said and reached into her bag began to draw out the ink,
tracing paper and needle she would need to fully bring him into the fold.
The tattoo really didn’t hurt and Jughead thought that the orgasm he’d had not
twenty minutes before really did help. When she was done, she gave it one final
wipe and began putting all her instruments away.
“Thank you, again, Toni. You know for, standing by me through initiation, after
what Betty did today, just. Fuck. It was a rough day and I really appreciate
you being here.”
“Don’t get all mushy on me, Jones. Like I said, we take care of our own. You’re
a serpent now, if you need anything we’ve got your back. Just remember, it goes
both ways.” She waved her finger at him and a thought occurred to him.
“I wouldn’t mind...returning the favor. Your day could have been easier too.”
Toni was silent a moment, surprised at the offer. “Have you ever gone down on a
girl, before Jones?”
“No, but I mean.There’s a first time for everything.”
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Toni leaned back on the couch and held his gaze as she peeled off her tight
black jeans and left just her leopard print thong on. She spread her legs and
gestured him to her. “I’m gonna have you eating pussy like an expert, Jones.”
If he felt guilty about getting a blow job from Toni, going down on her felt
like a full on betrayal, but something about that spurred him on. He was done
with Betty Cooper and this would cement it. It would help him get over her. He
leaned down between Toni’s legs and kissed back and forth the way she had for
him. As he got closer to her panties, he took in her sweet and spicy scent. It
wasn’t entirely disgusting, but it didn't really turn him on either. He figured
he was doing it as a favor for her, so he would just bare it. When he got to
her panties, he stopped. He really had no idea what to do at this point.
“Kiss me over my panties, Jug. Start at the top and work your way down to the
middle and then back up again.” He did, pressing chaste kisses down. The little
wet spot didn’t go unnoticed by him and he went off instinct, using open mouth
kisses on his way back up. “Yeah, Jug. Just like that.” He may not be
particularly attracted to Toni, but the use of his name still got him going and
he felt his cock twitch again. He kissed down and back up again, pushing a
little harder. “Pull my panties off and do it again without them.”
He hooked his fingers into the barely there strap of her panties and pulled
them down to her ankles. She was completely hairless, save for a tiny
rectangular strip of hair hovering just over her lips and he thought it
actually looked a little ridiculous, but he didn’t say anything. He just
dutifully settled back down between her legs and kissed her down and up.
“Good,” Toni said a little breathless, Jughead was proud to note, “Now, open my
lips up and do it one last time. Super gentle.” He pulled her lips apart with
his thumb, fascinated by how pink her skin was inside compared to the chocolate
of the rest of her skin. He took a moment to examine her, her swollen clit at
the top and the soft fleshy inner lips that framed her very wet looking hole.
It was, he thought, objectively beautiful. He had never seen a vagina this
close up and in person. He had seen a little porn, but it was always in such
poor taste with horrific acting, that he had never brought himself to finish it
or even jack off to it. There had been sexual health in school, and he prided
himself in knowing the different parts of a vagina, but seeing it in person was
something else entirely.
“God, Jug, It’s actually pretty hot that you’re looking at me like that.
Opening up my pussy and just staring, but you’ve gotta do something.”
“I’m getting to it.” He smirked and lowered his head. He pressed small kisses
all around and she instructed him to avoid her clit at first, to make her
squirm for it. When he had her sufficiently writing, he finally latched on to
her clit. “Yes. God. Yes. Put your fingers inside me jug. Two of them. Right
fucking now,” she groaned and lifted her hips to him. Just trying to stay
latched to her, he used one hand to try and steady her hips and the other to
put in two fingers, palm down. “No! Shit, Jug,” Toni panted and Jughead pulled
away entirely. Toni groaned in frustration, “The other way, turn your fingers
over. Don’t stop again, I was so fucking close.” She grabbed his head and
guided him right over her clit and just about forced him to latch to her again
and this time he put his fingers in the way he told her. “In and out Jug. Fuck
me with those long fingers,” she yelled. The fact that she was getting so into
it made Jughead swell with pride as drew his fingers in and out of her. She was
fucking his face, lifting her hips to him and in an effort to keep her still he
curled his fingers, not realizing how it would affect her and suddenly she was
screaming and stiffening before falling limp on the the couch. He sat up and
smiled down at her, using the same old shirt and finding a fairly clean and dry
spot to wipe his mouth and his fingers.
 
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**The night of FP’s “retirement party”**
Jughead watched Betty’s beautiful body writhe on stage and it felt so wrong. He
didn’t want her to be a part of this. Of course she could do what she wanted
with her body, he supposed, but didn’t he have any choice in the matter as her
boyfriend? Yes, she was doing this for him, but she was also taking his choices
away. It was her body, but it was also his. His, damnit. She had never danced
like this for him and now here she was giving everyone what he so rarely got
the chance to see. It was jealously, sure, but it was also a protective streak
he was pretty sure was genetic. It was massively chauvinistic, this desire to
to keep her all to himself and also to shield her from the disgusting looks of
all these grown men, whistling and jeering at her. How could she disrespect
herself like this? How could she disrespect HIM like this? Didn’t he mean
anything to her? Didn’t his opinion matter at all?
 
**Veronica’s first communion**
Even when they had gotten back together, there had been Toni between them. Not
an emotional connection to her, but somehow, especially after the serpent
dance, he had compartmentalized Betty and Toni. Toni represented his sexual
nature, his serpent side, and his darkness. All the things he wanted to protect
Betty from, but she was collapsing all the barriers he brought up. He didn’t
want Toni, he was certain of that. Even she had known. She had been a
convenient solace, but she didn’t mean what Betty meant.
It wasn’t that Betty was pure. He knew better than that. He knew there was a
darkness in her. He had felt her desire the night of the Town Hall Meeting in
his trailer all those months ago, the night the serpents had begun their
seduction by way of offering a leather jacket. And that was just the problem.
He knew she struggled with her darkness and he didn’t want to burden her with
his too.
It was fucked up, he knew, that he pushed her away out of love, but they had
both had enough. And when her knee reached over his lap and settled next to his
thigh and he looked into her eyes as they came together for a long awaited
kiss, he noticed what he should have noticed months ago. She didn’t need to
hold her darkness in and swallow it. She needed to let it out. And as she
enveloped him in her warm, wet mouth he saw that it wasn’t darkness at all. It
was simply human desire. A desire to be heard, a desire to be real, a desire to
be touched and cared for. It wasn’t really different than his own and he
realized it was just their shame that really turned their desires darker.
A sudden need to feel the rest of her cool skin overtook him and he found
himself reaching across her back and finding the deep v of her dress. Unzipping
it, he peeled it off of her and explored her with his hands and mouth and eyes.
God, she was everything. Everything he needed. He could live here, fueled on
nothing but her ethereal sighs, her sweet saliva he pulled eagerly from her
mouth and the aromatic salt of her skin. God her skin. So soft and delicious.
If her neck felt this good...he found himself pulled down to where her bra
constricted her sweet, soft breasts.
“Juggie. Wait, wait, wait.” No, he thought, please don’t stop me, I need you. I
was a man starving and now I have a banquet. Please. But he forced himself to
look into her eyes, unable to remove the look of absolute adoration he held
there.
“I want you. All of you. Tonight.” The words echoed in his mind and with every
bounce it fueled something in him. He didn’t just want her, all of her, he
needed her. Her lips fit his in a way that made his soul soar, his heart
stutter. Her hands on his chest were cool and calming and it was just what he
needed.
Where Toni had been too much...too much heat, too much makeup, too much obvious
sexuality without any inflection, Betty eased his fire to a level of pleasure,
rather than pain. Her natural beauty and her touch filled with so much love
brought him to another plane of existence. He wasn’t simply in his trailer on
the same couch where he’d messed around with Toni, he had sublimated to a
different dimension with Betty.
He collapsed back into her, rubbing and nipping. Her hips rolled into his and
he had never felt anything more intimate and intense. She wasn’t trying to
seduce him, she simply craved him like he craved her. He rolled his hips back
in response and soon they were meeting each other. His hardness rubbed into her
folds, her panties a poor excuse for a barrier between them.
He may not have ever had sex, but he knew exactly what he needed, he needed his
cock buried deep inside her heat. Not because she was a conquest or to chase a
release, but because he was so god damn lonely without her and he needed to be
a part of her.
“Betts.” He managed to murmur as his mouth continued his assault on the flesh
her bra allowed.
“Mmm. Jug.” She responded, her fingers gripped his hair for purchase as she
writhed over him, her chest pushed closer to him and it made the small of her
back arch, where one hand found it’s home.
He kissed up the column of her neck again and then used both of his hands to
frame her face. His thumb came out to swipe across her pink bottom lip, not
kissed enough to be swollen and he realized he’d have to remedy that, but
first. “Betty. Betty Cooper. I’m going to take you tonight. I need you. I’ve
needed you for so long and if you’ll have me, I’ll take all of you, tell me if
you want me to stop, but know that I’m a man starving for his love. I’ve missed
you so much.”
Tears pricked her eyes at his words and she offered a watery smile. “Juggie.
Jughead Jones. I can’t wait anymore. I want you to have all of me and I want to
take all of you. I’m a woman starved for her love too, and I’ve missed you more
than I thought could ever be possible.” His eyes grew even more tender and
their foreheads came together as they breathed the same breath. Their noses
rubbed sweetly, but it brought their lips impossibly close without actually
touching. Their breaths mingled closer and more heavily, until Betty broke and
lightly touched hers to his. He pulled back for a second, his hands still
controlling her as they framed her face and when she came forward again he
pulled her lip between his and sucked ferociously on it. She moaned and her
hands came to his neck. He sucked the top lip next and then came back for a
more full assault, pushing his tongue over the roof of her mouth, chasing her
tongue and ending with more sucking. He pulled back to appraise her. Pleased
that her lips looked appropriately ravaged, he smirked. His hands dropped from
her face to her bra and pulled it down roughly over her arms, but left the
straps, trapping her in a loose hold. His kisses were dry and sweet at first,
starting at the tops of her breasts as his hands supported them from
underneath, but his hands were more rough, unable to stop himself from testing
their weight and softness. Her nipples beckoned. He had no ideas nipples could
be so round and pink. God, they were just like her breasts. So soft and
delicious. Even the tight buds they made at the tips were so soft it took
everything he had not to bite down. Instead, he laved his toungue over said
buds and sucked hard as he kneaded. She squirmed uncontrollably in his lap and
he found himself painfully hard underneath her...and surprisingly wet.
“Fuck Jug. I’m already. I’m there. I’m fuck. I’m..Juggie.” She pulled his head
desperately to plush breasts and screamed out her first orgasm of the night.
***
Jughead pulled back to let her catch her breath and when he finally saw her
beautiful green eyes again, it was behinded hooded lids.
“Oh my god, Juggie. I didn’t know. I didn’t know that could happen. Just
with...I mean…” she flushed with embrassment and Jughead found himself silly
with pride. If he could make her do that with his lips on her breasts, what
could he do with his tongue on her pussy. Fuck, he loved how sensitive she was.
He found himself disturbingly relieved that she hadn’t done anything with
anyone else, as hypocritical as that was. He just couldn’t fathom another man
getting this kind of reaction from her. His protective, possessive streak he
tried to keep hidden reared it’s head and he smiled at her predatorily.
“I’m not done yet, Betts.” He shifted them so they were laying horizontally on
the couch, Betty still straddling him. He pulled her knees up one at a time as
he removed her dress from her, which had been pooled at her hips up until now.
As he lifted each knee he made sure to place it back down closer to his and she
was none the wiser until he shifted down and lifted her bottom. He was laying
under her, her knees on either side of his head and he looked up at her. When
she made eye contact with him, her eyes wide in surprise, he winked up at her
and she found herself alarmingly excited about this turn of events. She felt
powerful and sexy.
“Jug?” She asked as she trailed her hand down her leg and finally rested it on
the side of his face.
“I want you to ride my face baby. Just like you were wiggling all over my lap.
Wiggle over my mouth.”
She bit her lip and Jughead could see that she was intrigued by the idea but
that her inhibitions wouldn’t allow her to simply take control like that. He
helped her along, turning toward her hand and kissed her palm and then found
the flesh between her thumb and first finger and kissed that too, sucking on
the sensitive spot as he gripped the insides of her thighs, pushing them
further apart so that her sex was closer to his mouth. Her eyes moved between
his eyes, which looked straight into hers his mouth as he sucked and licked
between her fingers. She was so distracted that she didn’t realize how much
closer her quivering pussy was to his face until he turned his head and kissed
her leg just outside of her panty line. She gasped but didn’t try to pull away.
He made the same licking and sucking movements there and slowly moved his mouth
further and further into her panties until he had so much of her pussy in his
mouth that his jaw was nearly unhinged. Betty’s gasps turned to moans and then
cries.
He wondered if there was anything more delicious that the juices that flowed
out of Betty as he sucked and kissed her over her soaking panties. She was
sweet and salty and a little musky, but it was something so delicious he wished
he could bottle it. Pour it in his coffee. Rub it all over his body, so she’d
mark him. He’d be hers and she’d rub her declious juice all over his face and
neck. His chest and stomach. His dick and balls. Fuck. Unable to wait any
longer, he pulled her panties to the side. As she came back to her senses with
his stillness, she became more self counscous and pulled away a bit, but he
wasn’t having it. She was so beautiful, her slick folds pillowy and pink. Her
downy hair framed just outside of her lips and it made her moisture stand out
even more. He pulled her lips apart and saw that beautiful sweet hole that
would welcome his tongue and fingers and cock and he rubbed his thumb over.
Betty moaned and arched over him at the sudden tough.
“Betty, you’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t have words, baby. I just…” he took
a deep breath. “Please give it to me. Please.” His dark eyes looked straight
into hers and the spake of control flared into a hunger in her. She found
herself lowering herself down and craving the heat of his mouth. Her let lips
kissed his mouth and he rubbed his nose and lips all around her. “God you smell
and taste so good. Don’t stop baby, rub yourself all over me, Betts. Fuck.”
She cried out and lowered herself more and then his mouth opened and he sucked
each of her lips into his mouth, nibbling greedily. He dips his tongue into her
chamber and drew out her cream, swallowing satisfactorily and grinned against
her.
“Yes, Juggie. Oh my god. You’re so good. That’s so good.” He murmured under her
and used his nose to rub against her clit carefully and brought a finger up and
into her deliciously hold he’d just tasted. She cried out again, instantly
clenching around his finger. God, if she was tight on just one finger, he
couldn’t imagine what his cock would do. A secret part of both them loved the
idea of his cock destroying her pussy. Stretching it and fucking it raw, but
they’re weren’t ready to admit that to each other yet, or to themselves.
Instead, they both found themselves fearful. He feared hurting her and losing
him. She feared a reaction of pain, of weakness, might scare him away.
***
It was sobering and she pulled away from him and he allowed it. They sat on the
couch, their knees touching and their eyes studying each other. They could
sense each other’s fear and Jughead was the first to drop his eyes. But Betty
had come too far. She had lost him enough times. She couldn’t allow this. She
grabbed his hand and leaned back on the couch. She brought her fingers back to
her curls.
“Don’t give up on me Juggie.” She whipspered.
“Never, Betts, I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“But I want you to.” She said fiercely. He gulped, but maintained eye contact.
“I don’t...how do I know if it’s too much?” He rubbed his thumb over the curls
over the top of her mound gently.
“You trust me. You have to start trusting me Jug. Trust that i know what I
want. I want you. If it hurts me a little, I want that too. I meant what I
said. I want all of you.”
He nodded his head, “Okay,” he said, “show me.”
“You have to stretch me out. Get me ready for you.” She said, her eyes hooded.
“Fuck.” He said and inserted his middle finger back into her.
“Oh,” she said and closed her eyes for a second, “that’s so good Juggie.” She
held his hand and brought his finger in and out her. “You know, Juggie. I
haven’t done any of this with another guy, but I have toys. Did you know that?”
“Fuck,” he said again, his face paled a bit. “No, I...I didn’t know that.” She
felt so good around his finger.
“Uh huh,” she brought his hand out and pulled his first finger out his fist so
that it joined his middle finger and then plunged them back inside her. “I use
my fingers on myself and my dildo, but it’s not as good as this. At first,” she
kept up a steady rhythm as she spoke, moving his hand for him, “I was so, so
tight Juggie. I couldn’t fit my dildo inside. It hurt. But I used my fingers
like this,” she pushed his fingers down toward her bottom and rubbed them in a
semi circle, back and forth. “And like this,” she separated his fingers and
made them pull her apart a little more. He watched her hold stretch and move
and soon he pulled her hand away and took over. He rubbed and pulled. He licked
when he need more moisture and stoon he was putting a third finger in her and
she squealed with excitement.
“Yes! Juggie! Juggie! Fuck. Don’t stop.” He didn’t stop. He kept pulling with
the three fingers deep inside her, curling them and moving them anyway he
wanted and listening to her moans grow faster and more high pitched. Soon she
was moving her body so that he barely had to move his fingers in and out at
all, she rode them so fast and sporadically he thought she might rocket away.
And then she was cursing and screaming and cumming all over his hand in spurts.
A deep gurgle of juice flowing out of her over and over as she continued to
fuck his hand. It landed all over his arm and lap, soaking the couch under them
and still she went on, screaming his name and a litany of prayers mixed with
obscenities.
***
When her orgasm ebbed, Betty looked at him wild eyed and jumped off the couch.
“Oh my god, Juggie. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” her face was scarlet and
there were tears in her eyes. Her mouth opened, but no new words came out.
“What? Baby. That was amazing. That was more than amazing. You’re a goddess.”
“But...did I just…” her hands went to her cheeks. “I don’t even know what that
was...did I just pee all over you?”
“Honestly. I don’t even care if you did. Whatever that was, it was exactly what
I wanted you to do. Seriously, it was like fantasy just came true. I was just
thinking about all your honey all over me, and then that’s exactly what you
gave me.” He smiled at her widely.
Betty took a deep breath, trying to relax a little. Jughead’s clothes were
soaked and he peeled them off dried off the couch as best he could. A thought
entered Betty’s brain that she tried and failed to put out of her mind.
“I’ll be right back, Betts,” Jughead said, whispering a kiss on her cheek as he
passed her, oblivious to her internal struggle, “I’m just going to get a
towel.”
As soon as Jughead left Betty immediately walked to the his room and locked the
door. She slid down the door and buried her head into her hands, curled up as
small as she could and cried as quietly as she could. She didn’t want Jughead’s
pity and she didn’t want him to feel bad about what had happened between them,
but she was so deeply ashamed...about everything.
“Betts?” She heard Jughead call from the living room.
Not wanting to alarm him, she cleared her throat, “I’m in your room. I’ll be
out in a minute.”
She felt his footsteps thump closer to her, it was hard to walk quietly in a
trailer. He tried the door.
“Baby?” He sounded scared. She should have known better to think he wouldn’t
see through her charade.
“I’m okay, Juggie. Just give me a minute.” She called out, but it came out too
cheerful. She heard Jughead deep sigh and he tried the door.
“Oh baby, no. Please let me in Betts.” The plaintive tone in his voice broke
her heart all over again and her tears fell fast over her face. She couldn’t
control the sniff or the watery breath she took and she knew he heard it. She
felt Jughead’s back thump against the other side of the door and then he was
sliding down, mirroring her. “Betts, talk to me Beloved.”
Betty took a few deep breaths. Where did she begin. “I’m sorry, Juggie.” She
didn’t even try to keep the tears out of her voice this time.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, Betts. I’m sorry. I went to fast. I
pushed you too far.”
“No, Jughead,” Betty cut him off even as she heard him take a breath to keep
going. “It’s not that. I wanted all of that. I wanted more than that. That’s
part of the problem. I’m so...I’m so dirty. I wanted it too much. I wanted
more. What kind of person does that make me?”
“What? Bett’s that makes you a human being. Although it is a little weird that
you’d want all of those things with me, but the desires themselves, that’s
totally normal.”
Betty chuckled at first and Jughead was relieved he could find some levity, but
than she was too silent.
“What are you thinking now, Betty?” He asked through the door.
“About what’s normal.” She sniffed. Jughead stayed silent, hoping she would go
on. Eventually she did. “I mean. Because you would know. Right? Because you did
stuff with Toni?” She paused. God, she didn’t mean for that to sound as petty
as it sounded. “I mean, not that I’m mad about that, because you we weren’t
together and I hurt you. Even if it was to protect you, I know I hurt you.”
Jughead sighed again. God, he wished he could hold her. “Yeah, I messed around
with Toni and to be honest I thought it would ruin this for me. I was worried
that maybe somehow she had tainted me. I mean there’s nothing wrong with her,
she’s just not who I wanted those things with. I wanted it all with you and
after we got back together, I avoided us getting too close because I didn’t
want to think about her when I was with you. And,” he laughed a little at
himself, “I thought I knew about what oral sex was because I had it with her,
but baby there’s no comparison. I thought I was the experienced one. I thought
I’d be teaching you everything, but it was like I had never been with her.
There was only you. You’re so soft and sexy and beautiful and…” Jughead growled
as he thought about her body. He’d made her come apart twice today and his
erection hadn’t fully gone away since.
“But she didn’t...make a mess. Like I did.” She whispered.
“Beloved,” Jughead pleaded let me in. “I want to talk to you about that.”
She sighed but stood up and unlocked the door. As soon as she had, Jughead was
through the door and pulling her into his arms. “Please don’t ever be ashamed
of anything we do, baby. I love you so much. I love everything about you,
Betts. It doesn’t matter how kinky or crazy it gets, I still want you.”
Betty pulled him tight to her and took a deep, reassuring breath before she
pulled away from him again.
“Can I borrow a shirt,Juggie?” She asked quietly. Jughead was worried that her
wanting to be covered might mean she wanted the conversation to end, but she
was calm and she had called him ‘Juggie’ which had to be a good sign. He pulled
a shirt out of a drawer and pulled it over her head, pulling her hair out of
the back of it as she slipped her arms into the sleeves. “Can we talk?”
“Course, Betts.” He led her by the hand to the bed and they sat across from
each other, legs crossed.
“I told you I could handle your darkness, and I can, but I’m afraid that….” she
squeezed his hands.
“Don’t shut me out, Betts. Whatever it is, we’ll work on it.” He said, his
voice soft.
“I’m afraid that you can’t handle mine.” She took a deep breath. There she had
said it.
“Whatever that means, Betts, I’m open to it. Tell me. Tell me about Dark
Betty.”
She met his eyes. He asked for it, she thought. She wondered if she would scare
him away, but she needed him to know everything. He needed to know what he was
promising her. “You’re going to leave me. You’re not going to be okay with what
who I am.” She whispered.
She shook his head vehemently. “Is it worse than cutting up a woman’s arm?” He
challenged.
“No...I mean. It’s different...I. You know Chic, my brother?”
“Yes..” Jughead said cautiously. He had to admit he was already surprised by
the turn this conversation was taking.
“He’s...he’s a cam boy. He takes requests. He becomes...another person online.”
“Okay.” Jughead said in the same tone.
“And I did it once too.” Jughead stilled. He unwittingly squeezed her hands in
his and bit down on his cheek so he wouldn’t lose his cool.
“Did he...did he put you up to that?” His jaw was locked and she could see and
feel how tense he was.
“No...I asked him to help me set it up. He found the...the client.” Jughead had
to admit that the was worse than he had imagined, but so far nothing she had
said made him not want to be with her. He relaxed his hands. She wanted
understanding, she was open and accepting with him. The least he could do was
return the favor. “So he set you up with a client and you earned money
by...doing what, exactly?” He tried to ask in the most calm voice he could
manage.
“I didn’t keep the money, Jug.”
“Okay, that’s definitely not making things better. Are you saying that Chic
kept the money?”
“Well, he needs it more.” She said defensively.
Jughead let go of her hands and pulled them through his thick hair. This was a
conversation for another day. “Okay.” He said, rubbing his neck. “Okay, we’ll
talk about that later. Tell me about the cam stuff. What did you do? How did
you feel?”
“I...I told him to do things. To take off his clothes and touch himself.” She
blushed. “I guess I felt...I don’t know. It was an escape. I didn’t have to be
perfect girl next door Betty, but also it was...control. I was in control of
myself and of him. I don’t get that, usually.” Betty studied the bedspread,
unable to watch his reaction to her admission.
Jughead struggled with the multitude of feeling coursing through him as she
spoke. Jealousy was an understatement, but he knew he had no right. They hadn’t
been together. She had said she had done anything with anyone and technically,
that was true, he supposed. Protectiveness also prevailed. Although he,
himself, regarded Betty as a woman, they were the same age, they were peers. An
adult, a man he assumed to be older than 21 was an entirely different thing.
How could he compete with that? Which led to his final emotion: inadequacy.
Maybe he wans’t dark enough for her. Maybe what she wanted, he wouldn't’ be
able to fulfill. He thought back to their encounter on the couch a few minutes
ago. She had relished in being over him and he loved the ecstasy on her face
when she realized she could direct everything they did and tried to take
strength from that.
“I can give you control.” He said, trying not to sound desperate.
“You still want me?” She looked into his eyes.
“I want you. I need you. What else you got?” He smirked back. He had been
joking, so he was a little disappointed to see her frown and look back down.
Fuck, there was more.
“Okay, the other thing. It’s not what it seems like. The night Jensen was
killed, everything was so intense. Archie and I were in the car and I don’t
know. I was scared, I guess. I needed an anchor. And I kissed him.”
Jughead swallowed and tried not to let all of his insecurities about not being
enough for Betty swallow him whole. She grabbed his hands and looked into his
eyes, “Juggie. It meant nothing. And after I kissed him, I swear to God, I knew
it was the last thing I wanted. There’s nothing between him and me. It’s almost
not even worth mentioning based on how little it meant to me, but I knew I
needed to tell you.”
“Okay.” Jughead nodded. “Okay.” And it really was. It hurt a little that Archie
had been there when he wasn’t, but he believed her and it really was the least
of all their worries.
“Okay?” She smiled hopefully at him.
“Yes. Yeah. I’m okay. I’m okay with the Archie thing, just obviously don’t do
it again.”
“Never again.” She said softly.
“About the web cam stuff, I’m not upset that you like it. Nobody has given you
the control you deserve lately. I’ve been just as bad. Between your parents and
school and the fucking Black Hood and me...I get it.”
“There’s a ‘but’ right?” She said softly.
“But…” he said, his eyebrow cocked up in his best lecturing look, “but, I don’t
think I can handle you’d doing it while we’re together. Which, if I have my way
would be forever. Unless it’s with me.”
“Well, yeah, Jug. I figured that.”
“Good. Good.” He said and suddenly he was interested in the bedspread too. “I
can be that for you, you know, he said in a small voice.”
“Be what?” She said, a little breathless.
“You can..you know, you can tell me what to do. I mean, if that’s what you
want. If that’s what you like. I can do that.” Betty bit her lip.
“I do want that, and I want more than that.”
“What do you mean. I mean…” she blushed and bit her lip as she appraised him in
his boxers. She leaned forward and pushed him back onto the bed slowly. She
straddled him. “I mean I want to be in control sometimes. I think I’d like
that.” She leaned down slowly and kissed his mouth full and long, and then she
pulled on his shoulders and rolled them so she was underneath him, “but I like
th idea of you in control too. And I just want to have a say. In our
relationship and our sex life, since I don’t have any say in my day to day
life.
Jughead looked down at the beautiful, tortured girl underneath him. He knew she
thought her thoughts were dark and morbid, but he loved them. He loved how
imperfect she was, that she had personality and character. She might seem like
an angel from an outsider’s object, but angel’s only did God’s will. They had
no say in their lives, no individuality. Betty was no angel, she was broken and
damaged, but she was also so fucking powerful. She was a champion for her
morals and the people she loved. She just needed someone to have her back. She
needed him. In a world where nobody had ever needed Jughead Jones in their
lives, in a world where he was inconvenience or a chore to everyone around him,
Betty Cooper needed him. And he needed her too.
He rolled them back over so she was on top. “Tell me what to do, Betts. You’re
in control, baby. I’m yours.” Betty bit her lip, but she couldn’t hold back the
sultry smile that took over.
“You, Jughead Jones, are such a good boyfriend. Such a good boy. And I’m going
to reward you.” Now it was Jughead’s turn to bite his lip.
She leaned down and framed his face and kissed him gently over his mouth. She
left small kisses all over his chest and as she moved further down her kisses
became more sloppy and she added more pressure. When she finally got down to
his boxers she looked up at him. “I’ve never given a blow job before, Juggie,
but I’m just going to do what I want with you. Is that okay?”
“Shit. Yes, Betty. It’s your cock. Do what you want to it.”
She pulled down his boxers slowly. “So I can lick it if I want?”
“Yes.”
“I can suck hard on it?”
“Uh huh,” his erection sprang free.
“I can put it anywhere I want?”
“Yes, Betty, please.”
“You’re begging so nicely, Juggie.” Betty nuzzled his balls and kissed them
each once before holding his erection in her hand and placing kisses all around
it. She she finally lowered her mouth over his erection it was truly like
nothing Jughead had every experienced or imagined. Her sweet, pink mouth pulled
tight around him, one hand squeezing his thigh and the other scratched at his
chest as she took him deep in her throat and gagged a little on him. No, there
was nothing and nobody like his beloved.
 
 
***** Finishing What They Started *****
Chapter Summary
     I was going to write a chapter about Betty coming to terms with her
     sexuality, but then this happened and I’m gonna leave it at this. I
     have another story to finish and another I’m dying to begin. Follow
     me on tumblr @rockybellberg
Oh god, there was something about Jughead’s long fingers gripping her thighs
that instantly got her going again. With each squeeze, she felt the sensitive
insides of her thighs move and she would gasp in his mouth and lower herself
slightly. Then he would slide those amazing hands of his up her sides, brushing
the sides of her breasts with his thumb and she’d drop her chest down to his.
He continued that for what felt like forever, his hands running up and down,
her body seesawing in response, dropping her pelvis down and then her chest
until the teasing brought her to a breaking point and she dropped her sex all
the way down on him, the lips of her pussy straddling his cock the same her
legs straddled his body. He hissed at the soft heat surrounding him. She loved
the way he reacted to her, how giving he was with his body. He had been holding
back for months now. Holding back his body, his touch, his affection, but now
he was giving it all to her and she was taking it because it was how they would
heal. She needed to know that he was all in, figuratively as well as literally.
She needed him to give all of himself to her.
She wiggled over his erection, his eyes closed as he felt her wet heat slide
over and over his shaft, and she was grateful because she wanted to take it all
in. She wanted to watch the looks of pleasure that crossed his face, that made
his wide, kissable mouth open, that made his serious eyebrows furrow, that made
his baritone voice raise and lower in pitch in response to her. His hardness
between her slick lips felt amazing, but the head of cock brushing against her
clit was what really did her in. Over and over his ridge bumped her sensitive
nub and she was about to lose herself, she felt the pressure just behind it
build and it scared her a bit, but she found she couldn’t stop. Instead, she
called to him. She needed an anchor. “Juggie. Fuck. Jug. I’m scared. I think
I’m. Oh shit.”
He opened his eyes and they locked eyes. In spite of his lust, there was
serenity in his blue depths. “I’m here, Betts. Let go baby. It’s okay.”
She rode him harder, pushing her folds harder over his erection. “It’s gonna
be. Yes, Juggie, fuck. Messy.”
Realization hit him, “Fuck yeah. Betty. Do it again. Baby. Fuck, yes. Come all
over me. Please.”
“Yeesss.” Betty screamed as she finally succumbed to the hot gushing liquid
squirting all over Jughead under her. And in that moment, though her mind told
her she should be embarrassed or self conscious, she didn’t really give a fuck.
She was already making a mess and Jughead seemed to be completely enthralled
with it. In fact, he somehow got even harder underneath her and his grip on her
hips turned ferocious, pulling and pushing her over him so vigorously that even
if she wanted to, she couldn't have stopped the second or third or fourth
squirt that jutted out of her, screaming with each release and Jughead yelling
out his.
As Betty started to collapse over him, Jughead shifted them both to a more dry
part of the bed and laid her on her back and rolled over her. “That was amazing
Betty. I want that every time, I love knowing how much you love my cock. I love
that you rode on top of me, getting so wet and squirting all over me,” he said
as he took sporadic breaks from his speech to kiss her cheeks and open, still
gasping mouth.
Betty blushed as she came back to her senses, but her bashfulness wasn’t tinged
with any shame. She kissed him back until they were breathless again. Her hips
rolled up to meet his and he pushed his back. She was surprised to find that he
was hard again. “I thought you, you know, but you’re still…”
“Yeah, you made me come, and, yeah, I’m hard again. The perks of being a
sixteen year old.” He rubbed his hardness over her folds, as if to prove it and
she immediately rocked up and gasped.
Their bodies had rolled at just the right time and his tip had nudged her
entrance. “Oh my god,” they said in unison, but the moment was too serious for
them to laugh. Their eyes didn’t leave each other’s as they pushed against each
other again, beginning a gentle rhythm with his tip rocking in and out of her,
just at her slick entrance. There was a stretch, but it felt amazing,
completely filling. With each gentle nudge Jughead’s erection pushed a little
further into her tight hole. It took several minutes before he was fully
sheathed in her and then he stilled and looked deeply into her eyes, nearly
colorless in the semi dark of his bedroom. She looked right back into his and
sighed. They smiled and kissed each other and Jughead rolled them back over,
ignoring the wet spot from earlier and letting Betty take control again. She
rocked slowly and steadily, her passage squeezing him so tightly that it nearly
took his breath away, but his eyes never left her face, even as he felt his
release tighten inside his balls. His eyebrows furrowed and Betty reached down
to rest her hand on his cheek. She loved feeling the restrained power of his
jawline and discovered that she could feel his release coming to him by
measuring the tightness of his mouth.
“Come in me, Juggie. Come on. Fill me up, Jug.” She encouraged him. She had no
idea until that point that that was something she wanted. She had always found
the idea of men ejaculating somewhat distasteful. It was natural, of course,
but all the porn she had seen and her one very short experience over the
internet webcamming, had never warmed her to the idea. Now though, as she felt
Jughead’s stomach clench and his breath shorten, the idea of his thick liquid
filling her insides was not just erotic, it was relieving. It was something she
could take away from this night. It was him giving all of himself to her.
“Betts. I’m coming. Fuck. Yeah Baby.” He grunted as he pulled her hips down to
his, seating her on him fully as he went still and filled her up as promised.
When he was limp under her, she pulled away, only now feeling how tender she
was. She hissed in a breath as involuntary tears came to her eyes. Jughead’s
eyes flew open.
“Shit, baby I’m sorry. That was too much. I lost control.” He rubbed her arms
softly.
“No. No. Jug. That was amazing.” She offered a watery smile as she settled next
to him. “It was just emotional and...”
Jughead circled his arms around her and pulled her in tight to his chest, each
of them resting on their sides. “And?”
“And, I’m a little sore.”
“A little sore?”
“Okay, I’m really sore. I think I’m done for the night. Is that okay?” Jughead
chuckled softly.
“Of course, Betts. I’m here for your pleasure, not the other way around.”
“What? Juggie, it goes both ways.” She arched her eyebrow at him.
“Okay, Betts. Whatever you say.” He smirked back at her. She rolled her eyes.
They spent the next twenty minutes lying quietly. Betty could feel blood
pumping between her legs and she was glad they could lay together because she
didn’t think she could get up. Eventually a clock ticked past midnight and
chimed, bringing them out of their reverie. Betty sighed and winced as she sat
up. “I need to get home, Jug.”
Jughead sighed. “All good things…”
“This isn’t an ending, Juggie. It’s a beginning.” She smiled at him teasingly.
“I know. I know it is.” He got of bed and held his hand out to her. When she
got up and walked around gingerly looking around for clothes he couldn’t help
the stab of fear he had. “Shit, Betty. I really hurt you.”
“No, Juggie. I wanted all of that.” She said, resting her hand on his jaw
again. “I love you and I loved being with you. I’m pretty sure it’s normal that
I’m sore right now.”
“I’m still sorry.” He sighed.
“I know. And I think that’s very sweet and gentlemanly of you.” She said as she
turned so he could zip up her dress.
“And Betts?” He said as he moved her hair out the way so it wouldn’t catch in
the zipper and pressed a kiss on her shoulder.
“Hmm?”
“I love you too.”
End Notes
     Sooo..too much? Not enough? Personally, I’m pretty proud of this fic.
     It’s the smuttiest I’ve ever written and it really got me to push
     past my comfort zone. I hope ya’ll like it too...but if you don’t,
     that’s still a win for me! Writing is meant to evoke an emotional
     response, so anger is welcome too!
     find me @rockybellberg on tumblr if you’re so inclined
     P.S. I’m considering writing a little coda so they can talk about the
     female ejaculation/squirting thing. It’s a sad fact that it’s not
     fully recognized by a lot of people and I want to write fics that
     normalize it...especially because it fucking rocks. Seriously ya’ll.
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