The King She Liked To Bow Down To

  Hi :) This is my first fanfiction ever! It's quite smutty and I hope my research was right! If you liked it, why don't you leave a nice comment for me <3. (I might make a part 2). Thanks to my beta readers xo.  

Betty Cooper was laying in her bed. Her blonde hair spilled all over the pillow and her tight, white, long sleeve shirt slowly rode up over her pierced belly button as she tossed and turned. Her pastel pink, lace thong itched uncomfortably because she felt that the material was soaked as she brushed her perfectly manicured hand over her sex. She closed her eyes and rubbed her clit through the material, but the friction wasn't enough for the innocent girl.

This happened ever since college had started. Every night, Betty laid in her bed, having the same wet dream over and over again. A certain crown beanie-wearing boy was haunting her, and made her touch herself every damn day. She even fucked herself on the kitchen counter once because she imagined him eating her out on top of it. His name was Jughead Jones the Third and it made her nipples pucker up against the soft cotton material of her shirt.

Betty's hands slowly lifted up the white material, over her ample breasts and hard nipples. She needed her clothes to be off and she needed his goddamn hands roaming her body, satisfying her dripping flesh. Once she let the annoying garment of her shirt fall to the floor, her hands found her bare chest, each mound not fitting into her tiny palms. She imagined that they would be a handful each for Jughead's strong hands, and how his calloused fingertips would tease and caress the coral buds, making them even harder.

Her fingers rolled the buds, making her thighs clench and her pussy ache for more. Betty was so gone for Jughead and they haven't even talked a word to each other. Suddenly the girl took of her itching panties, switching her laying position into a kneeling one, her fingers rubbed her juices between her folds. Her breaths turned into soft moans as she thought about riding Jughead.

Betty wanted to ride his ridiculously attractive face, making him drink her in before she sank down on his thick, throbbing cock. She was so close to losing her mind, when she imagined his cum all over her wet pussy, mixing with her juices. Betty came with a cry, collapsing face first onto her bright pink duvet. Her hand remained on on her folds, spreading them wide and allowing her essence to stain her bedsheet.

Betty sighed and slowly fell asleep, still naked and aroused.

Alice Cooper raised Betty, successfully, to live up to the image of the perfect girl next door. She was an honor student, a cheerleader, dated Riverdale's golden boy and was the definition of innocence. Everybody loved her and her everyday cheery mood. Well, her image barely changed over the years. She still wore her tight ponytail and pastel colored clothes, she still had her everyday cheery mood that made everyone smile as well, and she definitely could never turn down a request; but what changed was her sex life. Betty lost her virginity to her boyfriend at the age of seventeen, even if she always expected to be a virgin until marriage.

Her boyfriend was okay in bed as she never had anything to compare, but to be honest she never really missed it after they broke up. Betty felt slightly rebellious when she started to discover her own body more, what she liked and what turned her on. She discovered that she liked roughness during sex, enjoyed a man that could make her orgasm while taking what he needed. Betty discovered porn at the sweet age of nineteen due to her best friend, Veronica, and she watched a lot. It helped her get an orgasm, but Jughead was all the porn she needed at the moment. Veronica also tried to convince her to buy herself a toy for more fun, but Betty was fine with the use of her fingers - that was, until now. Until she met Jughead Jones. The blonde didn't think her fingers could do her fantasies and body justice anymore. She needed help and Betty would be more than excited if Jughead could be that help.

It was a warm, summer day in June this year when Betty's second year of college started. She was majoring in Journalism and minoring in creative writing at NYU. Betty wore a flowy blue sundress and ballet flats, her ponytail bouncing when she seated herself in one of the middle rows of the auditorium. Just as the professor was about to begin, the sound of the heavy door echoed through the room. The man that entered had the entire auditorium in a trance. He must have been about six feet tall, and his confident steps made him even more intimidating. He wore a light blue sherpa jacket, dark jeans with a flannel wrapped around his hips, and suspenders. The grey beanie he wore on top of his inky black hair reminded her of a crown and, god, he was a king she was more than willing to bow down to.

He wore sunglasses that covered his (even more gorgeous, as Betty later found out) eyes. His jawline looked sharp and he had a toothpick in between his kissable lips. Several beauty marks complimented his cheeks and he lazily brushed the unruly hair curl to the side that peeked out from under his beanie.

"Name?" the professor asked annoyed.

"Jughead Jones." Jughead grabbed his glasses and put them on the table in front of him after her placed his messenger bag next to the chair he chose in the front row. He turned to look at the pretty blonde he noticed staring, "The Third." His voice was deep and it reminded her of raw sex.