BUGHEAD 😋👑💜

Let me make it better..

Bettys POV

6 months.
6 months ago I caught my boyfriend and best friend, drunk and in a bathroom at a party, mid-fuck. I was done. And for the past 6 months, jugheads way to get me back is by trying to make me jealous by dating the whore herself, Veronica lodge. Archie has been away at a music program for the year so he doesn't know what's going on at all. But for 6 months jughead and I have been having our fair share of bone sessions ourselves and have been having A LOT of great sex since I ended it. Now you may think this is stupid but hear me out. This is my way of hurting him the way he hurt me. When we finish he thinks we're one step closer to being us again and then I shut that down by getting dressed and walking out. But I'm not so sure I want that anymore. I miss us and I want my Juggy back. Along with many other reasons, one of the reasons He comes over is every time him and Veronica have a fight. He vents, fucks, then try to coax me back and each time he's been slowly pulling back in. I'm just scared for him to hurt me again. I just miss my boyfriend. I've been distracting myself with the blue and gold and hw to keep my mind off of it but then jughead barges through my door and everything else doesn't matter.

Now here I sit in my apartment since my mom went AWOL and I moved out of Veronica's. With my hw done, dishes done, being caught up on laundry, and freshly showered its only 8:30 pm. So here I sit with a bowl of popcorn on my couch watching Netflix. That is until I hear a very familiar banging on my door and I roll my eyes. "Go Away Jughead!" I yell from my couch. I don't know why he does this but it needs to stop. I can't keep doing this. The banging continues. I get up and walk over to my door and unlock it. I open the door and instead of the usual eyefuck and me usually being fucked against my wall, he's crying. Red face, eyes puffy, wet cheeks. My baby. No. Fuck him. I mean I want to fuck him so badly but I can't anymore. "What jughead?" I say. "Betty what else can I do? I've ended it with Veronica because I can't take this shit anymore. We have sex and then you walk away like it doesn't mean anything to you anymore and my heart breaks every time. I know I fucked up but she didn't mean anything. I'm so in love with you and you have the power to break my heart into a million pieces or to make my heart whole. You are the only one for me. You are it for me. Please let me in." he proclaims. The tears running down his face killed me. I grab him by his jacket and kiss home deeply. He sighs into the kiss and wraps his arms around my waist tightly and kisses back. "Let me make it better.." I pant between kisses. I pull him into the living room. And I close and lock the door. He pulls me back to him and grabs my thighs and picks me up wrapping them around his waist and pins me against the wall. I moan as he kisses my neck. "Bedroom baby." I breathe out, he groans and takes me to my bedroom and gently lays me down on my bed. "I missed you, Betty, so much," he says as he takes off my PJ shirt and kisses at the exposed skin. "I missed you too juggy." I say while pulling off his shirt. He pulls me to my feet, turns me around, moving my hair to the side and kisses down my neck to my shoulder. He unhooks my bra and gently pushes the straps off my shoulders. "I love you. I love you so much." He whispers in my ear, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. I turn around and kiss him hard. And I start unbuckling his belt. His hands stop me and he pulls away. I look at him confused when his hands cup both sides of my face. "Let me make it better. This. Us. I want us. I love you and I'm never making that mistake again." He promises. "I love you to jug. So much." He pulls me in to kiss him. I unbutton/unzip his pants and pull him with me. The backs of my knees hit the bed and I sit down. He gently pushes me back on the bed and pushes his pants down. I wiggle out of my PJ shorts and kick them off the bed. I part my legs and he leans between them. He knows every inch of my body that it's almost crazy. He knows exactly where to touch, kiss, suck. I reach for his boxers but he denies me. He pulls away kissing down my body and giving each of my breasts the attention craved for so long. I'm a moaning mess. A kiss there, a bite here, a lick not far behind. He found his way to the lacy fabric between my thighs. He kisses everywhere but where I need him. He pulls the fabric down with his teeth and kisses the sensitive skin. I shudder softly. "Stop teasing." I groan. And like clockwork, he glides his tongue right through my dripping folds. I start to shake, it's like my body has been taken over and I can't control myself. "Shit.." I gasp. He steers away from the torture he was giving me before and just goes straight to town on me. I can't control the moans falling from my lips. It's like my body is a language and he is fluent with it. He knows exactly where to touch, squeeze, bite etc. He slips 2 fingers into my folds and I almost instantly see stars. Before I know it I'm falling apart under his touch. His name slips from my mouth repeatedly as I grip the sheets, holding on for dear life as my orgasm slams into me like a bunch of bricks. As soon as I catch my breath to lean up and return the favor, he's slipping his length into me. I cry out at the sudden intrusion. Its slightly painful but the pleasure easily makes up for it. "Jesussssss...fuck.." He groans in my ear, I smirk and start to slowly suck on his neck.  As he starts thrusting hard, my mind is slightly blown, this time feels so different. Each of his thrusts makes me tremble. They are deep and strong, Steady and slightly rough. "You are the only one I want. You are mine. I will never make my mistakes again. You're mine, Betty Cooper." My moans are uncontrollable. He pushes my legs back further and pushes in way deeper that it makes my head spin. Before I know it I am coming undone again. My back starts to arch as I grip the sheets. "Fuckkkk Jug please don't stop..." I gasp.  Before I can even prepare myself something snaps and waves of pleasure are rippling through my body. I swear I can see stars. I soon begin to realize that he's not stopping and he's thrusting harder and rougher into me. " Jug I can't.." I whimper.  "Yes, you can baby one more time. Come with me.." He groans. I know he's close when his body starts to tremble. I feel the same burning sensations starting to threaten my focus on him. I thrust my hips up against his and he groans loudly. I do that same thing repeatedly as I wrap my left arm around his neck to keep us stable. I start to moan as my 3rd orgasm slams into me. He takes my lips in a sloppy kiss and pours himself into me. I moan still holding on to him as we both collapse on my mattress. About a half an hour later we are bothe cuddling together with shit-eating grins on our faces. "So does this mean you will let me prove to you I can be the man I promised you I'd be?" "You better not break your promise again. I don't know if I can handle that pain again."  He kisses my lips and pulls me closer. "I'll never break your hard again Betty Cooper. Let me make it better this time." He promises me. I kiss him and we slowly drift off to sleep.