Prompt 95
This is a jumbled, unbeta’d untitiled ficlet in response to prompt #95- asphyxiation and penetration with an invisible being. Falls under Paraphila Playland and Fantasies Come True. I have no one to tag since it was anonymous. The beginning is kind of dark but not dub-con. I really needed to get this in (no, not late, why would you say that? time has taken a vacation don’t you know) so read on or don’t. I will upload a smoother and a lil more fleshed out version on Ao3 this weekend.
His hand bypasses her loose skirt and underwear, finding her unsurprisingly soaked. He thrums her clit harshly, watching her face for a moment before tracing her entrance and abruptly shoving two fingers in.
“You like this, don’t you? It’s your favorite part of the week. Prim Miss Cooper being a good girl and checking all the active sites. Except you haven’t told your superiors that you’ve made contact with me, have you? I bet you’ve left me out of your reports. If they did, they might check in with me and I could spill about how you get your rocks off every week. They must know about the others, no logged interaction would be suspicious. I can see the echo of their signatures on you since you saved me for last. But there’s nothing near that sweet pussy so it’s just me that gets this special treatment.” Jughead pauses while his free hand traces her cheekbone, her brow, the outline of her lips. The wet, smacking sound of his fingers driving in and out brutally fast, stand out now that he stopped talking and echo in the building.
“Are you smitten Betty? Do you think one day I might exert a little too much pressure during our interludes and kill you? You’d be a ghost just like me, with me. Does the thought of that make you happy? I can see it intrigues you. I’ve known you for months. Spent two hours once a week for seven months before you even got up the nerve to kiss me. And we’ve some glorious sessions since then but I got a little introspective yesterday.”
Betty breathes out sharply and whispers his name. Jughead scowls and suddenly there is a steady pressure on her throat, digging in the slightest bit.
“Hmmm? I can’t quite hear you.”
Betty makes a little choking sound, her eyes watering.
He presses his chest into her front, practically squishing Betty into the wall and her eyes roll into her head.
“You don’t even know what I look like. Not really. And you certainly didn’t when you laid one in me so what’s the deal Cooper?”
She feels his hand leave and creep into her hair before he massages the back of her scalp not leaning on the wall.
“I’ve begun to think you’re flirting with death through me. But I’m a person even if I’m dead and I don’t appreciate being used.”
She opens her mouth and he swiftly moves back with supernatural speed to squeezes her neck.
“Unless you make the stop sign, you are not getting the chance to talk. Understood. Nod or shake.” He loosens his hold so she can indicate properly. Her eyes plead with him but ultimately she swallows and nods, reaching up to caress the invisible hand now laying on her collarbone.
“You’re right. I’m being too melancholy. Most people don’t expect spectacular sex after death. I should focus on the task at hand.”
His left hand was still wedged inside her cunt during all of this but he had halted his finger fucking earlier. Jug finally starts the push and pull again, pinching her clit with his thumb and pinky before grinding his palm. Betty shudders, already close to finishing again and essentially debauched.
He feels very lucky he trimmed his nails two days before he died otherwise he would have had to hesitate before curling his fingers inside her and he so loves the ensuing gush from it.
Her cheeks are rosy and he can’t help but stare at them before moving his gaze to her lips. He’s barely kissed her today. His anger was too high for sweetness and it’s harder with this specific position. The grip his anger had softens and Jughead leans down to cover her plushier mouth with his. She presses against him as much as possible to prolong the contact but he pulls away with a quick nip to upper lip. He hikes up her leg and positions himself accordingly. Jughead feels that same sense of belonging he gets every time she grants him this pleasure and thrusts inside. Keeping a feverish pace, Jughead tried to angle himself to brush against her front wall on the down stroke. Betty grasped his neck and clung with all her strength while her other hand raking down his side. It was lucky he was dead or otherwise she might have snapped his neck. After she widened her stance of her free leg to get a better angle, Jughead seamlessly hoisted her along his waist to bound with the other at his back. Betty began to buck into him and grabs his head to crush his mouth to hers, immediately opening up to him. Jughead groans at the overwhelming sensations surrounding him and heatedly rubs her clit to nudge her into completion. It’s a messy finish but Betty doesn’t care- Jughead made her see stars.
Around ten minutes later, he was laying down with his back to the wall with Betty in his lap and tucked into his chest. Jug made sure to tap into his reserves to keep his body warm. He’d have all week to build them back up anyway. “I’m sorry I let my insecurities bleed into the roleplay. I should have made sure to talk it out when you came in instead.”
Betty put down her water bottle and he stopped stroking her hair when she tilted her head. “Jug, I’m sorry. I had no idea you felt that way. I have been unintentionally cruel- I’ll tell HQ I made contact tonight. I just, when I meet everyone else they were so sad or furious. Their initial apparition was furniture whirling around, thick air and sometimes violence. You were so calm and open to talking, it just felt special. A soothing connection to look forward to after the bad days and threats to my person.”
“I know, I know that. I feel very lucky I died in my sleep because of the gas leak. Violent deaths lead to raging newly awoken ghosts and those experiences are hard for you. I don’t actually want you to turn me in. I was a curmudgeon in life and I still am, just with a soft spot for you. This was all because it’s difficult being stuck in a fixed place and I’ve been pining recently. Made me feel bitter and what if you were with me for the freaky sex but eventually found a human boyfriend.’
She rubs his arm and kisses his shoulder. “I would be so upset if I had ruminated on that and had no way to get in contact with you and reassure myself. I’m going to insist I check here twice a week from now on. I can reason it since I’ve never reported your presence. And maybe if that doesn’t work for let’s say a year- I can have this location labeled as an inaccurate account and buy it back. I would do some renovations and we could live together. You don’t have to strain yourself to appear all the time though Juggie. I know I can be content with you, no matter how that works.”
He hugs her tight, “a less selfish man would insist you find someone with a beating heart to grow old with.”
“You however, are aware that I know myself too well and am too stubborn to be persuaded to seek out something I don’t need. And it’s okay to be selfish with your heart.”
“Cohabitating would be a dream. Anything with you makes me happy Betts. That’s what’s truly freaky about this.” The warm longing in his eyes betrays his wry tone and Betty grins. “You may be my Grinch but maybe more cuddles and less self-deprecation Juggie.” “How can I say no?”