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The thing about Jug was that no matter how hard he tried to deny it, he was dangerous. He was always going to be a Serpent, his dad will always be a murderer and he’ll always be SouthSide trash, no matter how tight Betty’s ponytail gets, or how many angsty teen editorials he writes.
Betty had had plenty of life threatening moments in which Jughead was present, and ones where he wasn’t. However, something about him made her crave danger. That’s one of the reasons she hangs out with them. The Serpents. She’s been close to death so many times that the high is almost as good as heroin now.
It started bleeding into their love life from the second Betty did her Serpent orientation. That night, after she’d stripped in front of everyone, he shoved her face down on the bed and held her by her hips until she bruised around his meaty fingers as he pounds in and out of her.
“You’re mine,” he grunts into her ear as he comes. And no matter how much he does or doesn’t mean it, it changes her. It changes their relationship, from that point on.
That’s why she’s in the situation she’s in. Not that it’s a bad one. In fact, it’s exactly what she’s been fantasizing about for a long time. She’d always thought she would run off into the sunset with Archie and live a perfectly vanilla, nuclear life. It wasn’t that she couldn’t eventually have that with Jug, she probably could, she could see him settling down with her, for her, But that’s a little farther in the future than the life affirming sex they’re going to have.
Jughead opened up a world of kinks to Betty. Which is hilarious, because he barely qualifies as a gang banger, is really just a troubled, lost soul from the wrong side of the tracks. That doesn’t mean the things he does and the clothes he wears don’t do something to Betty.
The beanie over his perpetually messy hair, always dark. He wears a chain bracelet on his left wrist that jingles when he spanks her and a bulky Serpent ring. The leather is so soft and buttery and wrong for her, that she just longs to feel it on her naked body. His dark tight skinny jeans and the worn out, laced up boots she wears. She’s obsessed. But not as obsessed as what’s hiding in his pocket. A state of the art pocket knife, with his initials etched into the handle.
She’s been in too many life or death situations for this to turn her on, but every time she sees it, she can’t help but think of it tracing across her soft pale skin. Being held against her neck, her thigh, her hipbone.
It hadn’t taken Jug much convincing, so she knew he was into it too. And yes, they may play into their stereotypes a bit too much, but it just made the sex that much hotter.
They’d done it before, but it was awkward, I mean, he was literally holding a knife to her throat, which was dangerous as hell. But tonight, tonight was perfect.
It had been a few nights since they’d had time alone, and it was almost Halloween and Archie and Veronica had been all over each other to no avail, and Juggie had been distant like he tended to be when it came to his best friend slash rival Adonis.
There’s a need sitting in Betty’s gut as soon as she walks into the trailer. They relax and watch tv and eat dinner and finally Betty yawns. Well. She fake yawns, stretching her arms over her head until her soft pink sweater pulls up at the edges, showing off her soft hips and pushing out her tits.
“You tired babe?”
Betty rolls her neck, scrunching her toes together and arching her back,
“Yeah, if you don’t mind-“
Jughead smiles,
“Of course not.” He smiles.
Betty springs up off of the couch and grabs Jug’s hand, pulling him to the room with her. She sits on the bed, bouncing once, spreading her legs slightly under her plaid printed skirt.
“You’d better get changed then,” Jug says, kicking off his jeans.
Betty watches as he strips off his shirt, his tattoo shining in the moonlight. She’s tired of playing around.
“Jug, c’mere.”
Jughead smirks and leans over her, caging her in between his biceps. She tries to push closer to him, get their mouths to meet, even briefly.
She lets out a whimper as his hand wraps around her ponytail and he yanks her head back, exposing her neck.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he says, “bossy Betty. Can’t keep her mouth shut huh?”
And there it is, his cold demeanor, cold as the knife pressing against her throat. She swallows hard, the flesh pressing against the blade.
“Sorry,” she breathes.
“You should be. Now be a good girl and strip for me. Just down to your bra and underwear.”
Her cheeks are red as she unbuttons her shit shakily. Jughead is staring right at her and presses the knife tighter to her throat, just barely breaking the skin.
“Faster.”
She inhaled sharply and pushes the shirt off her shoulders, and then moves to stand up to pull off her skirt. He lets her. They’re a breath away from each other and he steps back, taking her in. Her bra and panties are matching. Baby pink lace, and she pants as he traces the tip of the knife over her cleavage.
He ducks down to kiss her and she kisses back eagerly, pushing closer to him, letting the knife press sharper against her skin. She gasps into his mouth as he cuts through the center of her bra. He knicks her soft flesh as he does it and a single droplet of blood wells up and starts dripping down her sternum as her breasts are revealed.
Usually she’s marked up with hickies, but it’s been awhile. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, pressing the knife against her rib cage now. She can’t help but arch into him, the blade pressing between two ribs.
She’s so wet. She loves this so much. Every press of the blade against her skin, both a promise and a threat. I could kill you.
The thing is they’ve been through so much together. Life and death and Jughead. It’s all she thinks about. She holds onto it like a lifeline, constantly swirling through her mind as she tries to live her perfect little life.
He bites at her tits, leaving teeth marks and small bruises. She can feel the knife cutting shallowly at her, until she bucks a little too hard, and it slices deeper. Jughead pulls the knife away immediately,
“Betty!”
She looks down to see the blood running down her side. It’s not more than a shallow cut that one may give their finger whilst cutting a tomato. But it still makes her long for more.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concerned.
“I’m good, keep going, please.”
“Betty-”
“I said keep fucking going.”
His face twists and for a second she thinks he’s going to hit her, and for fucks sake she wishes they’d discussed that, but they hadn’t, so he doesn’t, instead, he yanks her up by her arms, fingers digging in deep as he can.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he shakes her once and then he’s kissing her again.
He twirls her around so he can sit on the bed and he yanks her into his lap. He’s hard against her and she positions her soaked panties right over him, grinding down on the bulge she wants so much.
“I tell you what to do,” she nods eagerly as he yanks her head back, biting into the junction between her neck and her shoulder.
They grind together eagerly and she moans in his ear as he traces the knife over the swell of her breast. He presses the cold metal to her nipple and she squeals.
“You love this so much, don’t you?” He rasps, one hand grabbing at her thigh as he thrusts against her, “being at my mercy. Knowing I could hurt you if I wanted.”
She moans, sucking at his neck, and enjoys the press of him against her where it’s not enough and the press of the knife against her jugular which also, isn’t enough.
“I think about it sometimes, you know. Marking you up. Carving my initials right here,” he uses the tip of the knife to lightly trace his initials over her heart.
“Oh fuck please,” she mewls, grinding harder. She wants him inside her, all around her, using her, all the time.
“Want the whole fucking town to know who you belong to. You’re mine, Betty Cooper.”
She whines and he presses the tip of the knife into the soft flesh of her breast and she screams, shaking through her orgasm as he traces the softest J he can into her breast.
When she comes down, she scrambles off of him immediately, hitting the ground hard on her knees so she can suck him off. He’s hard and red and sticky and she immediately gags hard on his cock. He grabs her hair and shallowly fucks her face until she’s drooling, and it doesn’t take long before he’s shoving her off and coming all over her tits, saliva, spunk and blood all mixing together on her pale skin.