"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jughead asked in a shockingly raspy voice. Betty's legs were still wrapped around him, and she gave a quick jerky nod as she used them to press him harder into her. The pressure seemed to flow right into her core, making her more wet than she thought she'd ever been.

When he didn't move for a moment she leaned upwards to kiss him. "Yes. I need you." Betty kissed Jughead again, harder this time. He felt a pull he couldn't resist and followed her kiss as she lay back on the bed.

His fingers began tracing down her flat stomach towards her pant line. As if giving permission, Betty lifted her hips, making it easier for him to pull them off her. He hooked his thumbs on the hem and slowly pulled off her shorts and panties in one. As he did, she sat up, her fingers going for his belt.

The second she had it undone, he quickly pushed his pants and boxers down, stepping out of them. His erection stood hard and tall, throbbing under her curious gaze.

"You're so... big." She whispered, mostly to herself, but it didn't stop a grin from spreading on his face, ear to ear. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pumped it once or twice experimentally.

Jughead took a sharp breath and watched her, completely immersed in the blond beauty that had her hand wrapped around his cock. She watched as a small bead of precum pumped out of his tip, and locking eyes with him, she bent forward and licked it off.

"Oh god... Betts." He groaned, taking all of his effort not to thrust into her warm mouth. She smiled at his reaction and traced her tongue along the entirety of his cock and back again, taking an extra moment to lick the slit. Her eyes never left his.

As she sat taller he swept forward and kissed her again, tasting the salt of himself on her tongue. Betty wrapped her legs around him, his hard cock pressing against her wetness. He stalled for a moment, feeling the heat pouring from her channel; it was so wet and so hot. Jughead carefully propped himself up on one arm, letting the other hand trail over her breasts and towards her center. He carefully slid a finger along her, feeling the wet, swollen folds of her. As his fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive bunch of nerves, Betty bucked her hips into his hand, giving a gentle and breathy moan. It was the sexiest thing Jughead had ever seen; his cock twitched against her thigh. He began to focus on getting that reaction from her. His fingers circled the bud as his lips trailed lower to take a rosy nipple into his mouth.

Betty dug her fingers into his hair. She had no idea how he could be pulling such a reaction from her. She could feel her muscles clenching and fluttering under his ministrations. Jughead's touch was like nothing she'd ever felt before and she never wanted it to end. She wrapped her hands in his hair and held his mouth against her breast.

Jughead smiled against her hot flesh as he felt her writhing underneath him. He could feel his dick aching with every movement she made underneath him. He circled his tongue around her nipple, and gave a quick nip before pulling back to attend to the other breast. Betty was turning, shoving her breast into his mouth before he could properly get into place. He'd never seen her this eager before, especially about something so... dirty. He couldn't help but groan at the thought. She was acting like this with him, for him. His mouth left her breast to kiss her thoroughly.

Betty immediately pushed her tongue into Jughead's mouth, rolling it against hers. He tasted sweet and musky; purely masculine. It was a taste she could never be rid of now that she'd tasted it. She wanted to look at him, but as she moved to pull away, she found she was pinned tightly against the bed.

The determined look that passed over her face was all the warning Jughead got before she flipped them. Betty sat, straddling his hips, rubbing herself against his hardness. His hands traced down her neck, over her breasts and sat on her hips. She slowly lifted herself up, and using her hand, she moved him into place beneath her. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but stopped. He didn't need to; the question was in his eyes. Did she want this? Was she sure? Betty bit her lip as seductively as possible and locked her eyes with his as she slowly began to lower herself onto him.

Jughead found he was holding his breath, fingertips digging into her hips as she started to sheath him. Betty's eyes closed as the burning, stretching pain filled her. He was bigger than she'd thought, but she knew she wanted this more than anything. His hands fluttered across her breasts and she sighed, her core tightening and releasing as he filled her. Jughead pushed his head back into the pillows as she slipped further onto him. She was the tightest, warmest place he'd ever been. Betty was everything to him, she felt like sunlight, like home, and like happiness. Normally Jughead would've scolded his brain for coming up with such cheesy lines, but he could barely think straight now as he watched his thick cock get swallowed by her, inch by painstaking inch. As he felt his head meet resistance, he stilled her hips with his hands. Jughead knew they were doing this, but part of him wanted to give Betty one more chance to change her mind; to realize that she had so much to offer and she didn't need to waste it on him.

It took Betty a second to realize why he'd stopped, but when she did, she smiled. Then without notice, she plunged down quickly. They both gasped as he broke through and filled her completely. It took all of his effort not to move until she had adjusted to him. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her breathing was ragged.

Jughead tried not to think about what was happening. He was sure that earlier today, the knowledge that he'd be balls-deep inside Betty Cooper that night would have been enough to make him cum in his pants. He could feel her walls pulsing around him, making it harder than anything not to thrust into her.

She was the one who moved first, rocking her hips against his. She tentatively lifted herself all the way to his tip before sinking down around him. The motion making her whimper as he gave a deep, throaty groan at the feeling. Betty smiled and tried it again, slowly lifting herself, but this time she drop down around him with a choking speed. Jughead was trying to be gentle, but as she began slamming herself down, the warm wet tunnel of her gripping his cock like a vice, he couldn't handle it. With his hands wrapped around her hips, he lifted her and spun her, pinning her back to the bed. She quickly wrapped her legs around his thighs to pull him fully into her. He bent forward and took one of her red, ravaged nipples into his mouth as he pulled out and thrust into her a few times. He knew he was being rough, but the high pitched sighs and groans she was making ensured him that she was enjoying it.

"Oh... god." Betty moaned, her fingers gripping Jughead's hair tightly, holding him to her breast. He pulled back after a moment and lifted one of her legs to his shoulder, while he gripped the bed frame and hammered into her with reckless abandon. The bed creaked as it moved back and forth slightly across the carpet. His free hand returned to her sensitive clit, and he began tracing tight circles against her.

With each swipe of his thumb, he could feel Betty's walls strangle tighter around the length of him. "Oh god, Betts." He whispered as his grip tightened on the head board and he thrust into her at impossible speed.

Jughead looked down at where they connected. His thick cock was covered in her wetness as it slipped in and out of her; he could feel it dripping down his balls and thighs. He dipped his thumb down and gathered some of the dripping liquid, collecting it and returning his thumb to her clit. With the added lubricant, he worked her faster and harder. Betty watched as he concentrated on her. The feeling he was giving her was unbelievable and she knew she'd break soon.

"Juggie," she moaned. Catching his eyes, she beckoned him down to her.

Their pace slowed as they found another rhythm, his lips capturing hers in a heated kiss. The sweat glistened off her skin as she raised her hips with every thrust, ensuring that his hot skin rubbed against her clit. She was almost there.

Jughead knew he wouldn't last much longer. It had taken every ounce of his power not to burst in her immediately. The only reason he'd lasted this long was that he'd made sure to concentrate on her enjoyment as much as possible, instead of the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing.

"Faster, baby. Oh Juggie, harder," Betty moaned wantonly as she nipped at his shoulder. Jughead moaned in agreement. As cliché as it felt, hearing her ask for him to fuck her harder and faster turned him on more than he could possibly express. He picked up pace, leaning down to kiss her in a clumsy wet manner, as he pounded uncontrollably into her. As he felt her walls tighten around him, he snaked his arm between them and drew tight circles around her clit.

Her light whimpering became full-force erotic moans as she spasmed around him. Jughead delivered another hard thrust as Betty threw her head back into the bed, her mouth spewing a chorus of his name. As he watched the erotic display that would quickly become his favourite memory and the feature of every future wet dream, Jughead drove into Betty one more time, spilling himself inside her.

"Oh god, Betty." He moaned, collapsing on top of her. Her body was shaking, legs still wrapped tightly around him.

"Oh, Juggie. That was..." Betty let out a pleasurable sigh, "more than anything I ever could've hoped it would be." He smiled and lifted himself to give her a chaste, lingering kiss.

He could feel his heart racing as he slipped out of her and rolled to lay beside her on the bed. She rolled over to face him, placing a hand on his sweaty chest. From how she was lying, he could see his cum slowly leak out of her, pouring down her thigh. It was a sight Jughead never thought he'd see; a day he never thought he'd see. Today was the day he'd finally showed Betty what she did to him; the day that she learned what it would be like to have him worship her, to love her from the inside out, to be filled with him.

"Oh god, Betty... you're incredible." He breathed, lifting his head enough to capture her lips in a tender kiss. Her face flushed red, much to his amusement, and he quirked an eyebrow at her.

"That was amazing, Juggie. You're amazing." Betty smiled to herself and placed her head on his chest. She was so happy. Before, when she'd think of losing her virginity, she'd think of Archie, and it being sweet, slow and tender. But now, she couldn't imagine it any other way than here, with Jughead, rough, loving and passionate. She felt like all her energy, all her love and all her frustration had poured into this. She knew this was a feeling she'd never be able to let go of.