Serendipity - A Bughead Fanfiction

twenty four - the "time progresses"

Hi... its been more than a year IM SO SORRY. Sorry to disappoint, but I feel there is only one way to continue the story rn - a look into Betty's first time from her perspective, thoroughly. I'm not saying some freaky deaky shit, dont worry, buttttt this chapter is definitely skippable if you aren't into it :) basically what happened throughout the "Time progresses, and so does the heat between us, enjoying every moment with each other, smiling and speaking in a loving way throughout" of the previous chapter in a more thorough explanation.

♥betty♥

"Fuck." he whines after I dug my nails into him.

Something about the harsh word and the rough scratch to his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

"Jug..fuck" I moan, not being able to contain the satisfaction his voice brings - also secretly hoping it sends a message and he speaks to me more. I slide my leg down his back, rubbing the back of his legs with my foot, wanting my body to meet his at every point.

"Hmmm, god Betts, you do something to me" he groans, his hips bucking downward onto me. I could feel his everything through both our clothed bottoms.

I gasp at the feeling, my eyes jolting open, my arm pushing up at his chest through reflex to catch a breath. "Oh god." I say, my eyes fluttering, my cheeks flustered.

He rests his forehead on mine, "I'm sorry, are you okay?"

"I- No, no don't be sorry. Just.... we have to take this slow. Overwhelmed is all." I smile.

"Of course, whatever you need." he tucks my hair behind my ear.

I nod, leaning up to kiss him again. My lack of muscles make this straining on my neck and abs, but I couldn't care less. I pull him down by the neck. My plaid skirt was tight against my mid thigh, constricting the both of us. His hand trails up my thigh as our tongues battle each other, slipping under my skirt and squeezing. It slips out, continue to travel up my body, gliding along my hips, my bare stomach and up to my chest, his thumb gliding over the lacy material.

He had a way with his hands, a way that I know was a result of his experience because of how perfect it was. I wanted to give back to him, the way that just these glides of his fingertips were making me gasp, but how could I? Is he getting as much satisfaction as I am?

I pull away from his lips, letting my nose rest against his, "Jug," I say, nose cuddling him "I wanna make you feel good too."

"You are, baby." he says, eager to meet lips again.

I comply, but at the same time, I use all the strength I have to pull him to the side of me, rolling so I sit on top of him.

He chuckles, "Sexy."

I giggle, leaning down. I lay soft pecks by his ear, whispering "What do you want me to do?" I continue to kiss down his jaw, down the line in the middle of his chest, looking up at him through my lashes waiting for a response.

"That," his eyes flutter shut, "Betty, wow." he responds to my tight kisses, surely leaving marks on his chest. I move slowly back up to his collarbone, laying kisses and bites along the way. His hand shoots up into my hair, pulling it into his fist, the other hand tracing my back.

"What else?" I say in a near whisper, breathy with lust. A wave of confidence hits me when I see his eyes roll to the back of his head as I suck on the pulse at his neck. I do something I never expected from myself, cupping at the tight area of his pants, earning a shock from him, a hot breath hitting my lips as I come to meet his. He slams me off him suddenly, pushing me back into the bed so he's hovering over me again, locking my wrists on either side of me with his hands.