Barchie Smut

I Haven't (I Have)

Original Writer: juggiejonessss - on ao3

This was originally bughead but I changed it.

Summary: Betty shows up at Archie's house at two in the morning (behind Jugheads back) and he shows her what a real orgasm feels like (again, behind Jughead's back).
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ARCHIE

 

"Archie!" Jughead had a wide grin on his face as he walked up to me, his backpack hanging from his shoulders. I shut my locker door, gulping softly before turning to face him, gracing him with a fake smile. I think I have an idea of what he's about to tell me—if he does say what I think he will, then I won't be surprised.

"Have you seen Betty?"

There it is, the four words I have been dreading to hear all day long. She didn't come to school today—it made a lot of people suspicious, I know. I would say that she has good reason to ruin her perfect attendance, but the truth is, her reason isn't even good. Maybe for the two of us, it is. But to the eyes of many, especially to Jughead Jones, it's definitely not.

My conscience should be eating me up right now, torturing me with guilt, but honestly I'm not that bothered anymore.

"Betty? Isn't she with you?" I furrowed my eyebrows, knowing that Jughead would be an easy guy to fool. His face slacked and the concern was evident in his eyes. "Betty's never missed a day of school before. I went to her house this morning to pick her up, and her mom said she left very early."

Actually, Betty left her house hours ago, past midnight, I thought to myself. It felt good knowing something Jughead didn't—he knows a lot of things he doesn't, but to know more than he does about this situation definitely makes my day better.

I know exactly where Betty Cooper is.

I'd like to think that Betty is home alone, eating chicken soup to get rid of a fever she got the night before, but in reality, it's the complete opposite.

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"Hey, Arch."

I stared at Betty Cooper in shock, blinking my eyes more than enough times to ensure myself that it really is her standing on my doorstep. She wore a pair of sweatpants hanging loosely around her hips and a pink jacket over her thin white tank top. Her hair was free from its usual tight ponytail, falling in waves just about an inch below her shoulders. Her face had no trace of makeup on, but she was beautiful, nonetheless.

"Betty," I breathed out, and in my mind I was trying to figure out why she came to my house at two in the morning. "What are you doing out here?" I asked, stepping aside to let her in, about to reach up to her shoulder and guide her inside. Everyone knows that she's meant to be with Jughead, my best friend since only God knows when, and even the slightest of a touch between us could ignite something in me that's been waiting to come out for years.

"You do know it's two in the morning, right?" I asked, looking at her with a concerned expression, watching her wander off into my living room silently. That's all there has been between the two of us since we grew up. Along with Jughead, we used to be the best of friends, but then high school started, and then Jughead finally decided it was time to man up and claim Betty as his. Betty started to drift away from me, focusing herself more on making her man happy and satisfied.

Satisfied in more ways than one.

I'm afraid I was too late, but that's no one else's fault. I am the one to blame, for being such a chicken with confessing my feelings for Betty.