Jughead parked his bike beside the side entrance, that way he’d have a way to make a quick exit if necessary. He pulled his helmet off, strapping it to the handlebar before pulling an unopened pack of cigarettes out of his inner jacket pocket. He hadn’t smoked in years but he knew he’d need them tonight, what with all the stress he was under being back here.
He pulled one out of the pack, holding it between his teeth as he searched for his lighter. The sudden flash of a Zippo flicked in his peripheral and he started, ready to defend himself if need be.
“Take a chill pill, J. It’s just a light,” Jughead cringed when he heard the smooth temper of her voice.
“Daisy,” Jughead replied in greeting, his accent gone for the moment. He didn’t normally drop it, but it was just part of his Serpent persona. He collected his thoughts before taking a drag from his cigarette without even turning to look at her. “How’d you know I was here, anyway?”
“You know how it goes, we always know when our maker is near,” she said, biting her lip and drinking him in. “I could smell you a mile down the road.”
Jughead finally looked at the familiar crimson ringlets, his heart aching that he was to blame for her current state. He didn’t mean for her to get hurt, it just happened and he was too late to stop it. He did the only thing he could think of: he turned her into a monster.
Just a collection of sexy scenes from my Season 5 AU that I hope show that Betty and Jughead can be both successful career people and devoted parents - all while still being able to get down and dirty 😈
This post was inspired by that one spoiler pic of Betty’s bare leg post-kissing Jughead and is entirely self-indulgent
Our Story’s Not Over
Chapter 7
And when they were done, he still hadn’t made a move to undress her, so Betty decided to take matters into her own hands.
She stood up and made her way towards him, and he gave her no resistance as she straddled his lap and he wrapped his arms around her waist. She kissed him hard, and slid her tongue into his mouth. He moaned into her open lips, and she sighed as he pulled away and kissed her jaw. She moved her hands down to the buckle of his belt, but he stilled her movements, and she groaned.
“Don’t tease me, Jug.” She said quietly. “Do you have any idea how desperately I want you right now?”
“Probably as much as I want you.” He said against her neck. She shivered as he sucked on the skin, and kissed a trail down her neck. “But hasn’t it been nice…” He said as he slid her coat back off of her shoulders. “To slow things down?”
He stood up, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips. He continued the slow and steady pace as he walked them over to the mattress, and laid her down beneath him. She placed both her hands on either side of his face, and they kissed slowly. So slowly.
Chapter 8
Jughead pulled away as he walked Betty backwards towards their bedroom. “You taste like alcohol.”
“So do you.” She said defiantly, then raised her eyebrows and reconsidered. “Or maybe it’s me I taste.”
Jughead shrugged. “I don’t mind. You always taste good.” He said slyly, then surprised Betty by ducking to slide his arm under her legs and lift her up.
She let out a quick shriek, followed by a giggle. “You’re meant to wait until after we’re married to carry me over the threshold.”
“It’s an archaic tradition anyway.” Jughead said as he carried her to their bed. “I love your dress. It’s so sexy…”
Betty shifted to get out of his arms before he placed her on the mattress. She stood in front of him and smirked as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Let me guess - it looks great, but it’d look even better on the floor?”
“No way.” Jughead said, shaking his head. “Something that hot needs to be properly appreciated.”
She pulled him hungrily down with her as she sat on the bed then leaned backwards. Jughead pressed her into the mattress as they kissed, their lips and teeth and tongues showing each other proper appreciation. Then Jughead slid down to kneel beside the bed, and kissed Betty up her legs, and then her thighs… he pulled her legs apart further…
“Betty… you’re not wearing any panties…” Jughead noted as he looked up at her with wide eyes. “Have you been walking around like that all night?”
A faint blush appeared on Betty’s cheeks. “I didn’t want to have underwear lines… this dress is really tight…” She pursed her lips. “Does that make you uncomfortable?”
“No.” Jughead said, and the heat in his eyes made Betty shiver. “That’s such a turn on.”
Betty moaned and leaned her head back as Jughead ducked his head between her legs and showed her just how much it turned him on…
I’ll Never Stop Loving You
Chapter 4
“Sounds like that went well.” Betty’s voice came from behind him.
Jughead pushed his chair out from the table so he’d have more room to face her - then abruptly paused as he noted her attire had changed significantly from the yoga pants and oversized shirt she’d been wearing when he started the interview. Now she stood close to him, a satin robe covering her arms but completely open at the front, giving Jughead a complete view of the lacey purple underwear she was wearing.
Underwear that seemed to be flying solo and missing the matching bra Jughead knew existed somewhere in their bedroom.
Jughead tried to keep his eyes on her face, but the sheer amount of skin she was revealing was causing quite the distraction. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I think it was a great interview overall. Plenty of opportunities to discuss my book and clear up some rumours.”
“Excellent.” Betty said quietly. She walked closer to his side; the robe opened wider with the movement. “I was feeling a little… inspired, listening to you talking about your new book.”
Jughead looked up at her as she loomed over his seated body. “Is that so?”
“Mmhmm.” She hummed. Slowly, she leaned forward and placed a hand on Jughead’s shoulder. “Indeed. In fact…” she slowly lifted a leg and draped it over Jughead’s lap so that she was straddling him. Jughead swallowed as she slid further up his legs. “I think that maybe we should get a little…” she leaned in towards his ear; he felt the heat of her skin through his thin shirt, and the warmth of her breath against his neck as she whispered: “Creative.”
Jughead slid his hands beneath her robe to wrap his arms around her warm body. “How could I possibly deny my wife when she’s so…” he planted a kiss at her neck, “inspired?”
Betty smirked as she captured his lips. It wasn’t long before Jughead stood, lifting Betty with him, and carried her into their bedroom - her legs locked around his waist, gripping him with a heat that would only scratch the surface of how hot their bodies would become that night…
Chapter 5
Cool hands suddenly trailed down his neck and over his chest. Jughead smiled as he felt a warm breath in his ear.
“Finished writing your latest book, Mr Jones?” Betty whispered in a low voice that promised an imminent exchange of body heat.
Jughead drew his hands back towards himself slowly, allowing one to land on Betty’s neck. He looked up to her and smirked. “Now that my biggest inspiration is here, I just might.”
Betty moved around the chair and settled herself onto Jughead’s lap. Her legs, straddling him either side of his thighs, kept him locked in place. “I have an… important question about our essay task, Mr Jones.” She said, and her eyes drifted down to her chest. Jughead’s own eyes followed her gaze; the first three buttons of her pink blouse were undone, teasing the edges of the black lingerie she had beneath it.
Jughead swallowed, a flood of heat pooling in his gut. “How can I help you, Miss Cooper?”
A spark of amusement glowed in Betty’s eyes, but she kept her face in an innocent, doe-eyed expression. “I wrote my first draft… do you think you could take a look at it for me?”
Jughead’s lips twitched. “I’m certain I could… where is this essay?” His eyes flickered over her cleavage again and caught the gleam of a long silver chain she wore around her neck.
Betty bit her lip and placed both hands on his shoulders. “It got lost inside my shirt… you might have to take it off to find it…”
Jughead’s hands slid up from Betty’s hips to her chest. “Well, I guess we’d better get to it then…” He mused as he slowly unbuttoned the remainder of her blouse. “Maybe afterwards I can give you another homework assignment for extra credit… wait.” His face furrowed in confusion as he discovered her FBI badge dangling from the chain around her neck.
Betty’s tone abruptly changed from sweet and seductive to forceful and intimidating. “Propositioning a student, Mr Jones?” She cocked her head to the side. “That won’t look good on your teaching records.”
The heat in Jughead’s abdomen instantly burned.
“I’m going to have to place you under arrest.” She said, her voice increasing in authority. She reached behind her back with one hand and pulled a pair of handcuffs out of her back pocket. She dangled them from her index finger in front of Jughead’s face. “You have the right to remain…” she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “silent.”
Goosebumps peppered Jughead’s arms…
Fifteen minutes later, Jughead’s hands were handcuffed to the headboard of their bed. He was blindfolded, and Betty alternated between sliding fast-melting ice cubes down his chest and licking slow circles into the skin of his neck.
The rush of adrenaline brought out by the interchangeable hot and cold sensations Betty subjected him to made Jughead groan in a thrill of pleasure.
“Tsk, Mr Jones.” She said, then placed two fingers over his lips. “I don’t recall giving you permission to make a sound.” She added quietly - but the sheer domination in her tone rang loud in his ears.
Jughead obediently bit his lip to keep any noise from escaping as she rolled her hips hard against his own…
Chapter 9
Jughead emerged from the ensuite late at night, his hair still damp from the shower and his legs exposed to the cool spring air thanks to the relatively ineffective boxer shorts he’d pulled on. He carried his discarded clothes and towel to the hamper in the corner of the bedroom, and watched as Betty lifted one eyebrow and smirked.
“Why did you bother getting dressed?” She asked, then sat up on her knees as Jughead walked closer to the bed. “You know you’re just going to take those off again.” She indicated his boxer shorts, and Jughead matched her smirk as he crawled onto the bed.
“Maybe I was just looking forward to the exquisite pleasure of watching my wife remove them.” He said, his smirk morphing into a grin as he reached out and placed his hand on Betty’s hip. The smooth texture of her silk pyjama shorts tickled his skin as he pulled her closer to his body and drew her into a kiss.
Betty breathed a sigh into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The press of her body against his own warmed his bare chest. He tilted her backwards, settling above her and slowly kissing down her neck. Her legs had just wrapped around his back, her heels digging into the very top of his thighs and slowly sliding up further…
Reunification
“I can’t sleep.” Betty noted, her eyes open in the darkness. She tilted her head back and made out the shape of Jughead’s face looking down at her. “Can you?”
“Nope. Got a lot on my mind.” Jughead admitted.
“Oh, yeah?” Betty mused, tracing her fingers along Jughead’s chest.
“Yeah.” Jughead said quietly. “You know… it’s been over a month since we…”
Betty was suddenly wide awake.
Five minutes later, she was on her knees on the cold tiles in the bathroom, Jughead’s hands roughly pulling fistfuls of her hair off her face as she reunified with his body.
“God,” Jughead groaned, his head bumping against the bathroom wall as Betty slowly stood up and smirked, “my whole body feels like it’s in a cloud right now.”
“That good, huh?”
Jughead snickered as he gripped her hips. “Do you think that sink can hold your weight?”
“What do you..?” Betty’s question was cut off by Jughead’s hot mouth as he roughly pulled her closer. She let out a yelp as he lifted her up and unceremoniously planted her on the bathroom sink.
“Your turn.” Jughead said darkly, then made quick work of her pyjama shorts as he knelt before her.
Betty had to use a combination of steadying herself by gripping the edge of the sink to keep from toppling over, and shoving her fist in her mouth to keep from crying out in pleasure as Jughead reminded her of what she’d been missing out on.
It was almost embarrassing how quickly he managed to get her off. Afterwards she melted into his embrace, slowly slid off the bathroom sink and leaned in to kiss him.
Jughead pulled back, a glint in his eyes as he said: “That good, huh?”
Hello! This is from the prompt list part one, hope it’s ok to send you! Thank you!
“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”
i got too excited and finished this one on the subway to/from work
“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”
Betty shifted from her stomach into her side, facing away from Jughead as he disrobed in equal measure behind her. A happy sigh escaped her when his bare skin made contact with hers. “Truth?” she murmured sleepily as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
“Truth,” he echoed in the way she always called adorable, kissing her shoulder as she giggled.
“I hate wearing clothes to bed,” she admitted, exhaustion heavy in her voice. “I only wore them at home because Alice didn't know how to knock.”
Jughead hummed, pulling her closer. “And you're treating me because?”
“Because you've seen me in nothing before and I know you like it.”
He smiled to himself when she dragged his hand up to cup her breast.
“Plus, I like when you have easy access to me. You get bored and fidgety and I-” She gasped as he tweaked her nipple. “I,” she breathed again. “End up with a nice orgasm.”
“Is that all I am to you?” he hummed, running his thumb over her nipple again as she squeezed her thighs together. “An orgasm machine?”
He couldn't see her eyes, but she scoffed in the manner she did when she rolled her eyes. “As if you don't love being on the giving end. I practically have to pin you down to make you come.” After a moment of quiet, she continued. “Not that you don't love that, too-”
“You're not wrong.” He buried his face in her hair with a tired sigh. “Can we sleep now?”
“Of course.”
He hummed softly, slowly running his thumb over her nipple as she relaxed in front of him. Despite how tired he was, when Betty pulled his hand down between her thighs, he couldn't help but comply, knowing an orgasm or two would send her right to sleep.
Truthfully though, he slept better after she came as well.
It was a tradition for the Serpent King to buy a mistress before his crowning and Forsythe hated it. He was forced to choose a girl to please him at night with the rules that she could never bear a child and could never be the queen. He was forced into this by his family especially his mother Gladys who thought that he'll be a lesser man if he didn't follow up with this tradition.
Elizabeth was 17 when her paths crossed with the Serpent King. Forsythe just wanted to give her broken and afraid self a home which he knew she never had before.
After 10 years of living under his roof and keeping the distance between them a secret from everyone she finally broke down with his love in her heart when Forsythe turned 35 and was ready to be married.
One drunk night changed everything between them.
Elizabeth took a chance that she never knew she could and decided that he was worth the fight even if it means death for her.
“This is so great, Juggy.” Betty giggles. She strips the day's clothes off, ending up in her light pink underwear.
The blonde pulls her bottom lip between her teeth before looking towards her boyfriend. Jughead is sitting on the edge of her bed, his eyes unable to move from her body.
Betty points to the head of the bed, silently instructing him to sit back and let her do the work. Jughead obeys without a second thought, knowing what she’s planning.
Jughead sits with his back against the headboard as Betty climbs onto his lap. She doesn’t waste any time in kissing him, moving her hips against his at the same time.
“Too many clothes.” She mumbles into his mouth before she pulls at the hem of his shirt. Jughead lifts up his arms and his shirt comes right off before Betty throws the material to the floor. She crashes her lips back to his as they begin the familiar routine they’ve created over the past year.
Soon, there’s no clothes between them except for the lace of her panties and the worn-out material of his boxers. “Are you sure?” He whispers, like he does every time they start something intimate.
Betty nods her head before reaching into her bedside table to grab a condom. She quickly pulls Jughead’s underwear off as he lifts up his hips, giving her better access. Jughead takes the foil packet from her, making it easier for her to remove her own underwear.
She throws her panties to the floor, and when she looks back to her boyfriend, he’s hard and ready to go. Betty wastes no time in getting comfortable on his lap, lining herself up before she falls down onto his erection.
They both groan at the feeling of being joined, and soon Betty has to hide her mouth in his neck to keep herself quiet.
She rides him slowly, wanting to save the moment, wanting to feel all of him for as long as she can. Jughead’s hands find her hips, but he never takes over her moments, loving the way she grinds against him.
They move at the same tempo for what could be hours, and she doesn’t speed up her moments until she can feel his teeth against her collarbone, leaving tiny maris as he goes. Betty presses her nails into his back, pulling deep groans from his throat as crescents appear on his skin.
Betty takes control like she usually does, and soon Jughead is throwing his head back in pleasure as he gets close to his orgasm.
The blonde is about to reach down to touch herself when Jughead’s fingers beat her to it. His teeth dig deeper into her skin when his orgasm finally hits, hers only seconds after.
Ice Princess and aspiring Olympian Betty Cooper hates Jughead Jones, the hockey player that keeps using up her practice times. He’s obnoxious, rude, and the worst kind of person. Except she’s never actually spoken to him before. He thinks she’s a spoiled brat that’s too perfect for her own good. Will they be able to melt each other’s icy hearts?
@riverdalebingo 2021 | Ice Skaters AU | Mature | Word Count 3,876
shot me out of the sky (you're my kryptonite) - Jughead comes home to Betty relaxing in the bath i.e. Bathtub Sex + Thigh Riding
love is in the air (every sight and every sound) - Jughead comes home to find Betty wearing his cape and only his cape i.e. Temperature Play + Oral Sex
heat me up, baby (no one does it better) - KINK WEEK: Mirror sex, Size kink, Nipple piercings + Temperature Play
Alternate Universe One Shots
now forever i know (all i want is to hold you close) - Enchanted AU One shot
too shy to say (but i hope you stay) - The Holiday AU One shot
Multi-Chapters
keep a weather eye on the horizon - Pirates of the Caribbean AU (1/5 chapters)
lust rushes but love waits (promise you'll wait for me) - Brother’s Best Friend Trope (2/3 chapters)
Tumblr Drabbles
lost in the fairytale - The Crown AU
his queen, his betty - The Crown AU
Coming Soon...
where to miss? to the stars - Titanic AU
are you lonely? just like me - Pretty Woman AU
keep a weather eye on the horizon - Chapter Two: the undead are upon us
Betty wanted it all: the power, the sex, and the man.
She was very cognizant of the fact that she shouldn’t want this, of how wrong it was to partake in this. But – Gods forgive her – she did it willingly.
Her heart would lurch every time his name popped up on her screen. And every time, she would always respond the same: I’ll be there.
Maybe that made her a glutton for punishment. She didn’t really care. It was like nothing she had ever felt before and she just kept on chasing the high. And every night after she returned home from his trailer, she felt a little closer to euphoria, a little more confident, but also so very frustrated.
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Fandoms: Riverdale
Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones
Relationships: Betty Copper/Jughead Jones
Rating: Explicit
