Never Quit Loving You

F I F T E E N

This didn't come out as kinky or smutty as I hoped it would, but it's sweet and that's the beauty of it (:

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Betty was pressed against the wall, her hands gripping the back of Jughead's shirt, his cupping her face tenderly. Their lips hadn't parted for minutes, rubbing roughly together, slightly dry from the ecstatically exhaled air of their noses, yet sloppy and wet as their tongues stroked together.

Jughead's grasp on her face tightened at the needy moan when his hips bucked into hers. She raised higher, onto her tiptoes, and the guy dropped his hands to grip her thighs and lift her instead; Betty's legs wrapped themselves around his waist, tightening the hold to a point where it was almost painful. Her arms wrapped around his neck, releasing his shirt.

Jughead held her against the wall for a moment longer, only taking a few steps back and turning around once they pulled apart, panting, her already sweaty forehead resting against his shoulder. He walked them to the bed, one hand supporting her weight under her thighs, the other rubbing soft circles into her back, under her shirt.

Betty held her breath when being placed onto the bed and met his hungry gaze almost shyly. Jughead watched the way she rolled her lips inward and licked his own before meeting her eyes once again. He leaned down, slowly, and after resting his hands on either side of her on the bed, planted his lips on hers again, the woman leaning on her forearms to meet him halfway.

They sighed, bodies relaxing as their tongues met again, and Betty sank into the mattress, Jughead following yet keeping his weight off her by supporting himself on his hands.

"Jug," she breathed when his lips missed hers and started nibbling on her jaw instead. The guy made no notice of it and trailed kisses from her chin to her ear, and after momentarily biting on her earlobe, kissed her neck, her throat, and moved on to the other ear, the woman under him stiffening.

He kissed the spot behind her ear and as Betty's hands tangled up in his hair, he felt her biting back a moan. "Jug," she rushed again, attempting to gain his attention for the second time. The guy kissed the spot again, and then the very back of her ear, biting down on it very lightly.

Betty gave a loud moan at that, and he smiled against the spot, kissing it once more before humming, now satisfied.

"Our son is literally sleeping behind that wall," she exhaled. The man froze at the reminder and leaned away slightly, meeting her heavily lidded eyes. He knew that look—her gaze was always a bit foggy and tired-looking before sex, yet got huge, elated, and a bit scared in the next stages.

Thinking it over quickly, he gulped, eyes glinting. "I think that means someone has to be quiet, then," he whispered and kept assaulting her neck with his lips.

"Jug," she whined, and after a moment of silence, the guy marking his territory, she huffed. Her hands let go of his hair and Jughead frowned at the loss of contact before feeling them on his belt, unbuckling it.

He made a disapproving noise and nudged her collarbone with his nose in the hope that she would stop herself. When she didn't though, he was forced to sit up on his knees and bring his own hands on hers to stop them.

"If you're gonna make me be quiet, I better fucking get rewarded right the hell now," she said, eyes glaring into his, voice raspy and full of emotion.

Jughead arched his left eyebrow at her and gently wrapped his fingers around her wrists. He leaned forward, moved her hands to rest on the pillows over her head, and leaned down to her ear again, still keeping his hold on her wrists. He kissed her temple, once, twice, and once more, and then leaned his lips slightly away, brushing against her earlobe while whispering the words that he knew would make her tremble, and which did exactly that. "Only good girls get rewarded, baby. So you better keep that pretty mouth of yours shut and hands over your head."