everything has changed â bughead
thebettscooper:
She simply nodded, unable to resist turning her head to the side to press her lips into his cheek as his landed on her shoulder. Her inhale was a hiss, barely believing that this was actually happening. Betty was never one to let people see the realest side of her, the one with the imperfections and the doubts that plagued her on a daily basis â one of the biggest being her appearance. Especially when she was constantly by Veronicaâs side, knowing the other girl looked flawless without even trying. But Jughead had seen her through all of it, whether or not it was by her choice, and this was just another instance of him seeing her in a form that no one else did. Vulnerable, completely giving herself over to him. And she knew that he was aware of it, from the way he was moving and his attempts to keep things as painless as possible. It was mostly his reactions that were spurring her on though, the slight sheen of sweat on both of their bodies as they pressed together making it impossible for her to keep her eyes off of him.
âOh my god, Jug. Yes,â she practically whined, her leg hitching as close to him as it could when he moved it. The new angle had her eyes almost rolling in her head, coherent thoughts leaving her as she could only focus on the way that he was chanting her name like a mantra. Nails dug into his sides harder than she intended as she moved her hands from the bed to his body, hips rolling smoothly to press into his. There was a small crease between Bettyâs eyebrows as if she were concentrating, trying to figure everything out although she knew she was far beyond rational thought at this point.
âI want youâŠ.touch me,â she requested, reaching up only to push some of her hair that had fallen over her face out of the way. She wanted to pull Jughead closer and kiss him until she couldnât breathe, although she was having trouble with that already. Her breaths were short and fast, feeling like she wasnât able to take in enough oxygen to keep up with it all. The overwhelming sensations, now rocking her hips up to meet his in a way that felt far too simple. Like this is how it was meant to happen, everything they had been through up to this point boiling down to just the two of them. Here, now.
It was that âyesâ that sent Jughead into a spiral to the moon, the whine that purred out of her unlike anything heâd heard prior. Those five words, breathless and desperate at the same time, seemed to rev inside Jughead like an engine as he nodded vigorously at her advance. Heâd been holding back, going as slow as he could go and driving him absolutely up the wall, but he could hear the urgency in her âyesâ and it vibrated down into the pit of him. The hand that grasped her thigh had tightened as his back arched up off of her body. The slow thrusts his hips gave were now escalating sharply, Jugheadâs eyes had practically rolled into the back of his head. His jaw was dropped, the breaths now fast huffs as his mouth rested directly above hers.Â
Heâd do anything she asked, especially in the mystical sort of state he was in. Recklessly, the way she knew he appreciated him as, Jugheadâs lips barely curled upwards before getting the words out between the inaudible grunts.
âAs you wish...â
His mouth found the side of her neck, his tongue sliding from the midline of her neck up to graze her earlobe. His teeth clamped down on the base of her neck as another low moan immersed from within him, not being able to hold back the sounds that formed from within him. Everything fluttered and his skin was on fire with every movement, hers to him and him to her, and there was nothing else heâd rather be doing. He rose up off of her, their bodies making the shape of an L now. Dragging his hands down her body as he moved into the vertical position, his long fingers somewhat playfully dragging from their position up over her head down her chest. His hands ran over her breasts, his dangerous eyes flickering as he did so, and down to her navel and hips. One hand stopping at her hip, the other continued on to meet at the center of where their bodies had connected. Jugheadâs eyebrow seemed to kink at the advance, his eyes daring not to leave the sight of her sprawled out before him. A thrust one, two, and three times seemed to toy with himself as much as it seemed to do with her.Â
âCome here..â
Jughead pulled Betty up by her hips, his arms tightening a hold around her small waist to hold her up to where she was up vertical with him. His lips met her shoulders the moment his body met hers again and as theyâd been before, his hips began moving into her again. This time, whether it being the new position or just the urgency flushing through him, he could feel a familiar burrow begin within the pit of him. His hand trailed up her back and grabbed into her hair, Jugheadâs mouth breathing harder than it had. The words were difficult to piece together, coming out as purr with every thrust into her. Nothing else and no one else mattered now. No Serpents. No murders. No care in the world. As far as he knew, Betty and Jughead were the only ones in this crazy messed up world.
âYouâre mine.â












