Betty x Jughead || Smut

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Once Jughead had eaten the leftover pizza Fred had brought home for him, he'd also had his hamburger and fries from Pop's. It wasn't the same when it was reheated, but he didn't care. He'd eat cold hamburgers and fries for the rest of his life if it meant that he kept getting to see Betty Cooper naked. God, he couldn't believe his luck. Jughead, who had always been overlooked, mistreated, and abandoned, was the boy that Betty had picked. He'd gotten the girl, and he still couldn't believe it was real.

He sat on the foot of Archie's bed and remembered how it felt to be between her legs, to taste her, to bring her to climax. And she'd gotten him off over and over again, most recently right in this bed. He felt bad for thinking it, but Reggie was right. It was like Betty could detach her jaw, and he was thankful for the genetic trait. He closed his eyes and conjured up Betty's naked, writhing body in his mind. She was his fantasy brought to life, and she was all his.

"Jughead?"

His eyes flew open. "Hey, Arch, what's up?" Jughead stood and stayed at the end of the bed.

"You okay?" Archie asked. "You were just sitting there with your eyes closed. I said your name like five times."

"Yeah, fine. Just tired."

"Any luck on the job hunt?" Archie asked.

"Not yet," Jughead replied. He had always loved Riverdale because of its quaint, small town vibe, but that was also its problem. There weren't many places for a high school sophomore to work, and he was tired of mooching off of Mr. Andrews. He at least wanted to contribute in some way.

Archie came all the way into the room, and they both spotted it at the same time. Betty's pink panties were crumpled on the floor, almost but not, hidden by the edge of Archie's bedspread. Jughead lunged for her underwear, and stuffed them in his pocket.

Archie's thick eyebrows were drawn together, his face tight. "Are those Betty's?" Archie asked, his voice heavy with indignation.

"Would you believe they're mine?" Jughead asked. Archie glared at him. "Okay. Fine. They're Betty's. What do you want me to say?"

"Are you two having sex?" Archie asked.

"That's kind of personal," Jughead said.

"I thought we were brothers. We tell each other stuff like that."

"You didn't tell me when Miss Grundy popped your cherry."

"But that was different."

"And illegal," Jughead added.

"That's why I didn't say anything. It would have gotten her into trouble. And this is Betty we're talking about."

"Exactly. I already feel like a dick for poaching her from you."

Archie shrugged. "You said it yourself. Betty was never mine. Besides, I'll never be good enough for her."

Jughead sat down on the bed again, feeling defeated. "I'm not disillusioned enough to think that I'm good enough for her either. I'm waiting for her to figure it out and dump me."

"Nah, dude," Archie said, sitting next to him on the bed. I know Betty and she's in this deep with you. She's not going anywhere."

"I think I love her," Jughead said. Archie was the last person he should be talking to this about, but who else did he have? Kevin? Veronica? Cheryl? They were fine to hang out with, but he'd never trust them with anything personal. Archie was still his best friend and always would be.

"I know," Archie said. "You've always loved her." Jughead wanted to argue, but Archie was right. "You've loved her since you met her in kindergarten, and it's okay. I get it."