one-shots || bughead + sprousehart

"I think your girl is downstairs grinding against other guys." - bughead

He had screamed at her. She had screamed at him.

"We're just fúck buddies!" The words echoed through Betty's brain. Had he really just said that?

"Oh, so that's all I've ever been to you!? A fúck buddy? Someone you could play with?" Her voice was angry, rude even.

Jughead didn't know what he was saying, the anger in his body controlled his words. His meaningless words.

"Yes! It's not like I ever cared!" He yelled before slamming his apartment door in her face and leaving her outside.

Betty stood in front of the closed door for a while, tears running down her bare cheeks. She didn't leave the spot for another hour.

Betty knew she and Jughead had just been having sex, and nothing had been spoken about yet, but she liked him maybe a little too much.

The words he had yelled at her had snapped a wire inside of her, and she was done with being nice and gentle with him.

He said he didn't care, there's no harm to try and test that, right?

Betty had dressed up in her sluttiest clothes, she had let her hair down to her shoulders in waves, and she had applied dark red lipstick onto her plump lips.

A smirk was evident on her face.

"Jughead Jones, be ready." She mumbled, smiling at her reflection before taking her bag and exiting her house.

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Betty stepped into the Whyte Wyrm, her thin clothes stuck to her body.

She was nervous, but tried to hide it. She knew that the moment she'd down that first bottle of alcohol, all her nerves would be gone.

And so she pushed herself through the crowd of people, mostly men, reaching the bar. Immediately she got a drink shoved in her hands, her not caring whatever kind of shit was in there.

Betty simply drank it. And another. And another. She drank until she couldn't think straight and her feet moved up to the dance floor.

She felt several guys pinch her ass, some of them trying to grind against her and some of them sticking to her side like some puppet.

Betty didn't care, she wanted to see the look on Jughead's face when he would come down and see her like this. See her dance with all these other guys who just wanted to get under her cropped up skirt.

With her hands up in the air Betty swayed her hips around to the beat of the music, guys grinding against her from all sides.

Jughead was in his apartment above the Whyte Wyrm, his hands covering his ears to sleep with the loud music that was blasting downstairs.

He was done with living here, having to hear all those damn people downstairs when he just wanted to sleep.

He heard a few footsteps running up the stairs and then a loud knock on the door. "Jones!" Toni's voice yelled through he door.

Groaning, Jughead got up and opened the door for her. "What do you want?" He grumbled, clearly annoyed.

"I think your girl is downstairs grinding against other guys." Jughead frowned his eyebrows.

"I don't have a girl.." He said, confused.

"Well that blonde you were banging a few days ago is being touched by every single guy downstairs." Toni said before sprinting back downstairs.

Jughead felt his blood boil and his anger fuming in his body. He practically jumped down the stairs, his eyes wild.

He searched for Betty in the crowd of people, finding her with her ass in someone else's body.

With fuming eyes and angry steps, he stomped over to the group of guys around Betty. "Get the fúck out of my way." He scolded, pushing the gross men away.

Finally he came face to face with Betty, a smirk across her lips. She was playing a dangerous game.

He didn't want to care, but he did.

His eyes roamed over her barely clothed body. She was wearing a mini skirt which rode up her thighs, a thin top above it, showing every part of her cleavage.

Jughead let out a low growl and grabbed her arm harshly, yanking her away from the dance floor.

"What do you think you are doing!?" He fumed once he got her away from all the men.

"Just having fun." Betty slurred, smirking widely. "Don't be such a prick, it's not like you care anyway." She giggled drunkily and danced her way back to the group of men who happily accepted her.

Jughead groaned a deep growl, clenching his fists. He stomped back to Betty, and once again pulled her towards him.

He wrapped her completely in his arms, making it unable for her to escape. "Juggie.." She whined, trying to wrestle her way out of his grip.

He dragged her to the side of the bar. "You don't get to fúcking do that." He cursed, his hands settling on her hips.

She let out a sneaky laugh. "You know you're extremely hot when you're mad?" She giggled, her hand stroking over his collarbone.

Jughead breathed in a long breath. "Well then come upstairs and stop acting like some whore!" He shouted and pulled her up the stairs with him.

She followed him, giggling and hiccuping from the alcohol.

Jughead yanked her in his apartment, slamming the door shut behind them and pinning her against it.

His hands hovered above her head, his breath ghosted over her lips, his eyes wild from anger. "Don't fúck with me Cooper." He mumbled, crashing his lips onto hers.

Betty's breathing was quick and turned on. She kissed Jughead back with full passion, her hands slithering around his neck, her fingers playing with the strands of his hair.

His tongue thrust inside her mouth, his fingers digging into the skin of her thigh.

Betty let out a moan when his lips moved to her neck, biting the smooth skin. "You didn't care, right?" She then said, her breathing high up in her chest.

"Shut up." He demanded, devouring her mouth again. She smirked in the kiss, her hands finding its way under his shirt.

She felt his muscles tense at her touch. Slowly she moved her fingers lower, reaching his boxers. She felt him twitch at her feather-light touch.

"Betts.." He growled, aching with desire.

"Don't worry, you'll get what you want." She said with a smirk. "First you need to be honest with me." Her lips ghosted his. Her fingers stroke over the lowest part of his stomach.

"Mm.." Jughead moaned, unable to produce any words as her lips trailed down his jawline.

"Tell me if you love me. Tell me that you couldn't stand seeing me with those other guys because I'm yours. Tell me you care about me."

"Fúck Betty." He grizzled when her hand dipped in his boxers. Their eyes were locked together.

"Okay I love you. I love you so damn much that my heart shattered when I saw you with someone else than me." He admitted, his voice soft and whimpery.

"I love you too." She mumbled before pulling his boxers down and ripping her own shirt off her chest.

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