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They say when life hands you lemons, make lemonade, right? Well what do you do when those lemons are sour, a little sardonic, and downright annoyingly pessimistic? You probably don’t willingly become roommates with them, in fact you’d probably throw them away and steer clear as much as possible. Unfortunately, the universe liked to play cruel jokes from time to time and it seemed this time, Betty was the butt of it.
If someone had told Betty a year ago, when her best friend Veronica Lodge started dating the red headed boy across the hall, Archie Andrews, that one day Betty would be moving in with his best friend and roommate, Jughead Jones, she would have looked at them like they had a thousand heads. If they had asked her six months later, after she had gotten to know him a bit more, she would have had Veronica’s mob father put out a hit on them.
Jughead Jones, the ever present pin prick in her side, was pretty much the exact opposite of Betty. With his dark hair, dark wardrobe, and even darker sense of humor, she could never quite understand him. He was always snickering or making some sarcastic comment and she could never understand why he ever bothered to tag along with Archie when he came over or when he went out with her and Veronica because Jughead never seemed to enjoy himself, instead merely tolerating the presence of other people in his life.
He was definitely not Betty’s top pick for roommate, though none of that seemed to matter much to Veronica and Archie who decided, one year to the day they started dating to get engaged and move in together. Somehow, after many glasses of wine, a gift card to the most expensive spa in the city, and the promise of girls night at least once a week Betty had been convinced to move in with Jughead across the hall, at least for the next year until the lease on the girls apartment was up. She may never know what it took for Archie to convince Jughead but as she carried over the last box to the new apartment that will be her home for the next year she wasn’t sure she cared.
Jughead and Archies apartment, though on the same floor and directly across from her and Veronica’s, was vastly different. It was plain, and small, though still two bedroom thankfully. There was only one bathroom however, which was a huge downgrade for her since Veronica’s bedroom served as a master which had its own ensuite, leaving the main bathroom to be Betty’s. The smaller apartment also didn’t have a balcony or an eat in kitchen. How did she get roped into this again?
She placed the last box right in front of her door earning her a loud sigh from Jughead.
“What?” she asked, wiping the sweat from her brow.
“You just going to leave the box there?” he asked, gesturing with the cup of coffee in his hand to the box at her feet.
He was standing there with his brow furrowed, wearing that same miserable judgemental expression that seemed to be a permanent scowl etched on his face, stupid grey crown shaped beanie on his head that she was sure probably smelled bad.
“Yes, I plan on leaving this box right here, right in front of my door so I have to step over it every time I leave or enter my room,” she replied rolling her eyes, before picking the box up and carrying into her room, kicking the door shut with her foot behind her.
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Betty Cooper was, at the most an enigma, and the least, the most annoying optimistic person he’d ever met. With her blonde hair and bright pastel colored wardrobe she was like walking sunshine and rainbows and he was, well not. She was smart, smarter then he liked to admit, but none of that mattered much to him, he still didn’t want her as a roommate.
When Archie had come home two weeks ago with a bag of burgers and fries as well as a shake from Jughead’s favorite place he knew there was bad news coming. Of course, he still ate the burgers and drank the shake, but still.
It had obviously taken more than some delicious burgers to convince him to take part in the ridiculous idea that he and Betty become roommates for the next year, all so Archie and Veronica could shack up and live in sin before they got married. In fact, it had taken, many burgers, many bribes, and the last ditch promise of an all boys, no girls allowed, video game night at least once a week. Well, that and Archie offered to pay his phone bill for the next year, really that had been the clincher.
All day he had watched Betty bring over box and after box. How could one small girl have so much junk? It hadn’t even been a full day and somehow her stuff had already started making its way around the apartment. Her bright pink coffee mug sat on the counter where his generic black one usually sat. She placed a white throw blanket on the small couch and even though it looked rather soft, it didn’t belong there. The worst part was the plants. Three of them. Placed strategically around the apartment making it look just homey enough. It drove him nuts.
“This should be fun,” he said to himself after her door was slammed shut.
The last year he had been thrown together with Betty more times then he cared for. They were both writers, him fiction, her journalism, and his editor worked in the same building as Betty, and on more than one occasion he had ran into her. Not to mention they seemed to have permanent roles playing third and fourth wheel to Veronica and Archie The movies, concerts, bars, even chinese night had turned into the four of them together over at Veronica and Betty’s, instead of him and Archie hunkered down in their small crappy apartment. If it wasn’t for the promise of free food every time, he would never show up.
Jughead finished his coffee, leaving it on the side table, knowing it’ll probably piss her off and plopped himself down on the couch to finish rewatching the last season of Game of Thrones. It was nearly two hours later, his eye lids not far from closing, when there was a soft knock on the door. With a groan he got up to answer it.
“What do you want?” he said to Veronica who was standing on the other side of the door holding a small box.
“Be a doll and give this box to Betty please. I believe that’s the last of her things,” she said with the sweetest smile she could muster for him.
“Sure, I’ll be a doll and do that,” he replied sarcastically.
Veronica simply smiled and turned, heading back into the apartment she now shared with Archie, his best friend and now ex-roommate.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like Veronica, well, in truth, Jughead didn’t really like anyone. He tolerated people at most. However, Archie was different. He had known Archie since before he knew how to use the toilet. They were brothers and because of that bond he tried harder than he did for most to not only tolerate Veronica, the only girl who had made it past the third date with his best friend, but try and actually get to know her. It was mostly a failed adventure, but at least he tried.
He closed the door with a sigh, before turning on his heel to deliver the small box to Betty. Without thinking, and without knocking, he simply turned the knob to Betty’s door and entered. It was at that precise moment he realized he and Archie probably didn’t have the best of personal boundaries because there Betty was, splayed out on her bed, wearing a shirt that looked oddly like one he had lost a few months back, her hand slid beneath the white cotton of her panties, the other stroking her breast over the shirt, moaning and writhing.
Or at least she was, until he choked on his own saliva and her eyes popped open and met his with a look of panic and shame.
“Jughead!” she yelled, her face turning bright red.
He dropped the box on the ground, hearing something shatter inside it, and quickly turned and left, closing the door behind him. He didn’t breath until he was safely behind his own door.
“Fuck,” he said leaning his head against the door as he adjusted himself in his jeans.
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If somehow the world could open up into a black pit of nothing and swallow her whole, Betty was wishing it could happen right at this moment. Jughead Jones had just walked in on her masturbating. She had certainly prepared herself for him possibly seeing her naked at some point, and vice versa, as that seems like something that is bound to happen between roommates, especially in such small quarters, but she did not prepare for this and especially not on her first night of sharing an apartment with him.
After going over all the ways she could possibly try and avoid him for the next year and coming up with nothing, she slid on a pair of pajama shorts to make her way out into the main living area. Creeping her door openly slowly, she stuck her head out to see if he was there, breathing a sigh of relief when it was clear that he was already back into his room.
Betty had always prided herself on facing her problems head on, never being the type to ignore the elephant in the room or sweeping things under the rug. This was no different. She made her way over to the fridge and pulled out the expensive bottle of vodka Veronica had bought for the boys when they first moved in, that Betty knew they would never drink, grabbed two shot glasses from the cabinet and made her way to Jughead’s door. She would face the problem, but that didn’t mean she had to do it sober.
After taking two deep steadying breaths she knocked firmly on the door, twice. He swung it open a moment later, now dressed in a t-shirt and pajama pants, his head beanieless, and looking flushed and a bit ashamed.
“Betty, I’m-” he started but she held up a finger to stop him.
She held out a shot glass for him to take, which he did with a look on confusion on his face, before twisting the cap and pouring some of the cold liquid into her own shot glass, and then his. Holding it up to him for a moment, she closed her eyes and threw back the shot quickly. As the liquid made its way down her throat, she gestured for him to do the same, and after a moment, he did. She poured another for each of them, both downing it quickly, before taking the shot glass from his hand and leading him over to the couch.
“Okay, now talk,” she said after placing the bottle and shot glasses on the coffee table.
“Betty I am seriously so sorry. Veronica brought that box over for you and out of habit I just walked in. Archie and I have been living together for so long we just kind of don’t have any boundaries,” he explained and it was the most genuine she’s ever heard him sound; there was no sarcastic edge to his voice, no body language that indicated he was annoyed.
“What about when you had girls over or needed you know,” she paused feeling her cheeks flush, “private time?” she asked waving a hand in the air.
Jughead laughed slightly, before getting up and reaching up to the top of the old out of date entertainment center that took up the space on the wall between their doors, grabbing a black neck tie that was hanging off the side.
“We hang this on the door. It’s the tie Archie was wearing when he lost his virginity,” Jughead explains, tossing it to her.
Betty held the old tie in her hand for second before letting out a laugh and placing it on the coffee table. She grabbed the bottle again and poured herself another shot, looking sideways up at Jughead with question, and pouring him another one as well when he gave her a “why not” sorta look. They drink them in silence, letting the expensive alcohol take its effect.
“Okay well, we need some ground rules,” she said after a minute.
“Agreed,” he replied.
“We can still use that,” she said gesturing to the tie on the coffee table, “if only just to let the other person know that we are otherwise occupied, but no more just barging in without knocking. I was fully prepared to see you naked one day but this… not prepared for this at all,” she explained holding up a finger and stifling a hiccup.
“You were prepared to see me naked?” he asked, one eyebrow quirked up with a smirk on his face she had never seen before.
“Well yea, in that way all roommates eventually end up seeing each other naked. You know what I mean,” she said feeling flustered.
Jughead chuckled lightly in response, “Yea I get what you mean and yes those sound like good ground rules. I do have one question though.”
“What’s that?” Betty asked somewhat, turning her head to the side.
“Is that my shirt?”
He gestured with a hand to her torso and her eyes follow, looking down at the light grey t-shirt with the faded S on it.
“Shit I guess it is. Archie gave it to me to wear a few months back when Veronica and I got caught in the rain and then locked out of our apartment. It was so soft I started wearing it as a sleep shirt,” she explained, looking back up at him.
He’s wearing that same smirk from before, his tongue jutting out slightly at the corner of his mouth and Betty wonders what it tastes like at the same time she feels a warmth shoot right between her legs. It must be the alcohol because never once as she thought Jughead Jones was anything close to good looking, well except for that time he spilled hot chocolate on himself and pulled his t-shirt off faster then she’s ever seen someone do before. His body was lean and cut, with a few tattoos she’s hadn’t gotten the chance to check out splayed across his side and chest. She remembers struggling to avert her eyes as he sat shirtless for the rest of the evening.
“Are you checking me out?” he said, and she snapped her eyes back up to his, realizing that she was indeed checking him out
“What? Ew, no,” she said reaching for the bottle.
He sntached it from her hand quickly. “I think you’ve had more than he enough because you were for sure checking me out,” he said holding the bottle just out of her reach.
Betty let her jaw drop. “First of all, I was not checking you out. Second, I’m a grown woman, I think I know when I’ve had enough.” She reached for the bottle slightly and again he held it just out of her reach. His face was now wearing an almost flirtatious shit eating grin and Betty suddenly wanted nothing more then to kiss it off.
Knowing that was not an option, instead she decided personal space be damned, he had walked in on her fingering herself and she wanted the damn bottle back, so she stretched out reaching for the bottle, purposely straddling his lap as he he moved it and held it above his head more.
“Okay what are you doing?” he asked, still holding the bottle up out of her reach, one hand coming to rest on her hip to hold her in place.
“Getting the bottle back,” she replied leaning up a bit more so her breasts were effectively right in his face.
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Jughead knew exactly what Betty was doing. Straddling his lap in a pair of the shortest shorts he had ever seen her wear, thrusting her chest right in his face, he was one hundred percent positive she was trying to distract him enough with her womanly wiles that he would lower his arm and let her get the bottle of vodka. He was not that easy.
Even if she did smell like vanilla. Even if he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Even if he had been using all his willpower to keep his penis flaccid in his pants, pajama pants that hide nothing, he still wasn’t that easy. Or maybe he was, but he wouldn’t let her know that.
Realizing he wouldn’t be able to stand this position much longer without her feeling the effect she was having on his him right through his flimsy flannel pajama pants, he wrapped an arm around her waist, gripping her opposite hip, and flipped her on onto her back laying longways on the couch while he still effectively held the bottle out of her reach. When her legs came to wrap around his waist and her hands rested firmly on his chest, he realized in hindsight, this wasn’t much better.
She seemed to realize the consequences of her actions as well, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Looking down at her Jughead wanted nothing more then to pry that plump lip from her teeth and sink his own into it. He felt his cock, which was pressed right up against Betty in the most intimate of ways, harden at the same time her eyes widened.
“Jesus christ,” he muttered closing his eyes and clenching his jaw.
Pastel cardigans were not his thing and he’s never found Betty to be sexy . Objectively she was beautiful, but sexy? Well there was that time over the summer when the heat wave knocked out their electricity and the four of them spent the day on Veronica and Betty’s balcony. As the hours went on they had each shed layers of clothing. By the time the electricity kicked back on Betty was down to a tiny tank top and he’s guessing the shorts she’s wearing now would have been next. It was then that he noticed her boobs and how nice they were.
Betty smirked up at him as she plucked the bottle from his hand, using his own move against him. He sat up, albeit not as quickly as he should of, and she did the same below him, her eyes not leaving his until they were sitting up staring at each other. It was like a game of chicken suddenly, who would retreat first. He hated losing so even as she unscrewed the cap, licked her tongue around the rim, and threw back a small gulp his resolve never wavered. It wasn’t until she pulled the bottle away from her plump lips and swept her tongue across the bottom one that he knew he was a goner.
Moving without his permission his hands reached for her face and pulled her into him, their lips coming together in a crash. She tasted like expensive vodka and something ridiculously sweet, like chocolate chip cookies, and he hated her for it, because of course she tasted that good.
Not missing a beat she climb back into his lap into a straddle position, angling her head for him to deepened the kiss. He pulled the hair tie from her hair, letting it fall as his hand got lost in it, tugging and pulling while the other moved up her outer thigh into her ridiculously short shorts to grip her firm ass.
Betty felt like her whole body was on fire, but the good kind of fire. Logically she knew this wasn’t smart. They didn’t even like each other and now they are roommates and this would only further complicate things but when Jughead’s mouth landed hot and wet on her neck, none of that seemed to matter.
She moaned and bucked her hips into his now very prominent erection seeking out any friction she could find to dull the ache between her legs. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was it that it had been well over six months since she the last time she had sex, but suddenly her body needed him inside her.
“Are we doing this?” she asked as he sucked a path down her neck. His hands had somehow made their way up under her shirt and were massaging her breasts, rolling her harddoned nippled between his thumb and index finger, a feeling that was making her feel crazy with need.
“Only if you want to,” he said bringing his mouth back to hers, his tongue immediately dipping into her mouth.
“I don’t even like you,” she said after breaking their kiss. Leaning back a bit she pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside.
Jughead took a moment to appreciate the sight of her bare chest. “Yea I’m not your biggest fan either,” he said to her breasts before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hard.
Betty arched into him and grinded her wet aching clit over his cock, there were too many layers of clothing between them though. He seemed to feel the same and lifted her to a standing position in front of him before pulling her shorts and panties down her legs in on swift move. He didn’t even wait for Betty to step out of them completely before lifting one of her legs and planting his mouth on her as he held her up by her hips.
“Jesus fuck,” she cried out, her hands gripping fist fulls of his hair to steady herself as his went to work on her clit.
He lapped at her for only a few moments before pulling back and pushing his pajama pants and boxers down his legs. He hadn’t felt a need to be inside of another person this strongly in like, ever, and while the sounds he was eliciting from her with just his mouth were incredible, he could only imagine how loud she would get once he was buried deep inside her. If this were another time, maybe another universe, he might take his time, explore her body a bit more, see what really gets her going, but their momentum had started at one hundred and slowing it down now seemed pointless.
Betty positioned herself back into a straddling position in his lap as she pulled his shirt up over head head. Once it was gone their mouths crashed together again and he was hit with the realization that they were both completely naked on the couch and Archie or Veronica could walk in at any time, even if it was well after midnight. Not to mention, he needed to grab a condom, which were in the drawer in his bedside table, so without a second though he stood up, holding Betty firmly around his waist.
“What are you doing?” she said, pulling back from his mouth.
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to caught in this position if Veronica or Archie decide to make an impromptu visit. Plus, we need a condom,” he explained, kicking his door shut behind him before depositing Betty onto his bed.
“Good point, great thinking,” Betty said a bit breathy as she crawled backwards to the top of his bed.
Jughead took in the sight of her, legs spread, hand playing idly with her own nipple as he procured a condom from his side table. This was not the same Betty who wore pastel sweaters and plain jane jeans. With her hair wild around her on his pillow like a golden halo he felt like he was really seeing her for the first time.
With the condom on and in place he settled himself between her legs, hovering over her for a second. “What’s your favorite position?” he asked, genuinely curious if she had one. Clearly foreplay was already out the door so why not go right for the fun stiff.
Betty bit her bottom lip and gave him the most seductive look he’s ever seen before before lifting a leg and pushing him away a bit with her foot. He moved back to give her space, and she rolled over, lifting herself up on all fours, her ass now on full show for him. She looked back at him over her shoulder and he damn near blew his load right there at the sight.
Looking back at Jughead she watched as he slowly brought a hand up to her ass, caressing it softly before slipping two fingers over her dripping slit, and rubbing small slow circles over her clit. She dropped her head at the feeling as he continued on for a beat to long.
“Jesus christ Jug just fuck me already,” she choked out feeling like she might explode, pushing her ass back toward him.
Jughead clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes at her demand, but still removed his fingers from her anyway. If she wanted him to fuck her, he would. He positioned himself at her entrance and without any hesitation thrusted into her hard. She was impossibly tight in this position and he had to still himself for a moment before he pulled out slightly and slammed back into her.
He found a rhythm quickly and she met his thrusts right on beat.
“Fuck yes,” she moaned loudly, a hand coming up to grip the top of his head board.
“That feel good baby?” he asked through gritted teeth, reaching a hand up to play with her nipple.
“Don’t call me baby. Fuck yes, don’t stop,” she moaned out and he couldn’t help but smile.
Even bent over on his bed with him balls deep inside her she still didn’t like him and she wasn’t his baby. No matter how good it felt everytime he slammed back into her, this was just sex and she wasn’t going to let him forget that.
Jughead’s legs were starting to get tired in this position and he figured if she got to have her favorite, it was his turn. Pulling all the way out he moved lay beside her.
“What are you doing?” she asked sitting back on her knees, her hand coming down to play with herself.
He watched her fingers dip between her folds as he grabbed her hips and positioned her on top of him. “Time for my favorite position,” he explained bringing her down on top of him. She immediately started grinding and moving up and down but had pulled her hands away from herself much to Jughead’s disappointment. “Keep touching yourself,” he said, his hands on her hips to direct her.
Betty did as she was she was told, feeling a jolt of fire run through her veins at the demanding tone he had. No prude in the bedroom, she had done it all, but seeing Jughead likes this, she had to admit it was hot.
Once she found a good rhythm, Jughead’s hands moved from her hips up to her breasts pinching and caressing them. After a while he sat up, propping himself up with one arm while the other found purchase in her hair, tugging her head back harshly so he could suck on her neck.
She could feel her impending orgasm getting closer and closer and began to pick up the pace with her hips and her fingers.
“Fuck you feel so good,” he moaned bringing her mouth to his.
“I’m so close, I’m gonna cum,” she cried out as a trickles of sweat made its way down her spine.
“That’s right baby, cum for me,” Jughead said and if she wasn’t so close she would have corrected him but as the words left his mouth the dam inside her gave way and she spilled over, crying out his name as her orgasm made its way through her body.
A few hard thrusts and he was following close behind her, biting down on her the shoulder. When he was done he fell back on the bed, pulling her with him.
“Jesus christ that was good,” she said rolling off him, “but it can never happen again.”
He laughed, removing the condom and tying it off before tossing it in the bin next to his bed. She wasn’t wrong, it was damn good, and sure, it shouldn’t happen again, but somehow he knew that was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to what Betty was like in the bedroom and even as spent as he was, he wanted more.
“Absolutely,” he lied, giving her the biggest smirk.
Betty rolled her eyes before hopping off the bed.
“Good night Jughead,” she said and then slipped out of his room, closing the door behind her.
Jughead slid his hands down his face, “I’m so fucked.”
Betty leaned against her own door, “God I’m so fucked.”