Can you rec some mature (and explicit) fics where Betty and Jug are hooking up? *turns red*
Hey there anon! There are (not surprisingly) quite a few fics like this. We have a tag specifically for friends with benefits so feel free to peruse at your leisure. I’ll also link some of my personal favorites below! <3 -K
Happy reading & please review!
friends with benefits by @heytherejones (3/?)
Word Count: WIP / Rating: E
Summary: your classic smutty friends with benefits story with a happy ending
Try Me On (Baby) by @it-happened-one-starry-night (8/?)
Word Count: WIP / Rating: E
Summary: She didn’t expect it to be like that with Jughead.
___Or, Betty Cooper sleeps with her best friend and roommate. What could go wrong here. In a word, everything.
Up Close and Personal by wordsonpages (4/4)
Word Count: 14,999 / Rating: M
Summary: One of his hands was curled into a fist, pressing against the metal just above her shoulder, while his other one was splayed out on the delicate skin of her throat, his grip strong enough to send trickles of fear running through her blood, but not tight enough to choke her. His dark features were twisted in a snarl and his breaths were coming out in pants. His body was pressed up against hers and the space between them was non-existent.
Betty couldn’t breathe for an entirely different reason now.
They had never been this close before.
The Art of Redamancy by @xxbettysgirlxx (6/?)
Word Count: WIP / Rating: E
Summary: Redamancy –noun: The act of loving in return.
Two strangers find themselves helping each other in more way than one.
King’s Crown Bar by @betsforsythetrash (12/12)
Word Count: 24,821 / Rating: E
Summary: Betty Cooper is new to New York City. Looking for a fun night, she wanders into King’s Crown Bar and meets Jughead Jones. Possible multi-part. Smut. AU. Future.
ALSO I’m adding one of my all time favorites that’s NR but could easily be M:
(my youth ain’t) tangled up in bad decisions by @lessoleilscouchants (17/?)
Word Count: WIP / Rating: NR
Summary: There is a Fleetwood Mac album playing on Jughead’s record player. Won’t you lay me down in the tall grass.
Betty is hyper-aware of every single part of her body, from her toenails to her eyelashes.
Tired of fitting herself into uncomfortable moulds, Betty trades Jughead a milkshake in exchange for a very personal favour.