#and it's like. again this guy is SOOOOO authoritative. He acts like he is RIGHT and so smart and he's not even a good writer. lol.

[gigantomachylesbian]

men love to act like they're god's gift to prose fiction, like their workshop advice is the sole thing needed to Fix Your Story, and then not even be good writers.

[aresaphrodites]

Wicked Games Chapter Ten

So this chapter (along with the previous one) is a bit short, because I had originally planned to have them as two big chapters, but obviously it didn't work out that way sooooo... :) *shrugs shoulders*

Anywhoooo here's the smutty goodness you guys have been dying for! 40k words later and HERE WE ARE. I really hope you guys like it because this is my first time ever doing any kind of sexy scene in my writing life and it's probably really bad but.... I can only grow with practice! I really tried to incorporate their feelings for each other as well during the whole thing, because I feel like Bughead is really centric on their love for each other and I wanted to stay true to that.

As always, thank you to my lovely queen @itstenafterfour for being the best beta I could have ever hoped for. This story wouldn't be where it is without her. <3

Also guys, @chasingstoriestotellwhenimold made a trailer for Wicked Games so please check it out and show her some love! I'm kind of obsessed with it.

For this chapter, there's a lot of sweetness, smut, and fluff. You guys deserve it. Enjoy. <3

Kissing Jughead is like nothing she’s ever experienced before. He kisses her like it’s the last thing he’s ever going to do. Like it’s the only thing he’s ever meant to do. One of his hands snakes around her waist, bringing them chest to chest while the other hand makes its way up to her hair and pulls on it gently. She lets out a tiny gasp at the sensation that erupts in her scalp at the motion. It’s hardly painful, in fact it feels kind of good. This surprises her, as she’s never been one to venture out during sex, she’s always been very vanilla but Jughead’s hold on her makes her entire body go limp. She’d sit here for the rest of her life and let him use her as he pleased. She could quite literally die like this and have no regrets.

She doesn’t think that’s on the agenda though. With him pulling her head back, her neck is completely exposed to him and she soon finds out that was his goal. He presses his lips against her neck softly at first and kisses feather light lips against her skin. It’s not enough and at the same time almost too much, she wants to ask him for more. As if he can read her mind, or her body, he sinks his teeth into her neck roughly. It stings, but in the best way possible.

“Don’t leave any marks,” she gasps out, arching her body into his hold. She wants him to, she doesn’t even care if it makes her sound like a teenager. She wishes he could mark her up, but with her job she knows that it isn’t possible at all. She would never hear the end of it.

“Excuse me?” He pulls his lips away from her neck and she nearly whines at the loss of touch. “What was that?”

“My neck,” she tries to say, slowly losing her train of thought with the way his eyes are boring into hers. “Photoshoots.”

“What did I just tell you, Betty?” His voice sounds both authoritative and like he’s talking to a child, reprimanding them for doing something wrong.

“I don’t…”

“What did I tell you before we started this? Hmm?” He pulls the hand that was in her hair away and caresses her face with it lovingly. She leans her cheek into the touch, loving how warm his palm feels against her skin. “What did I tell you?” He repeats.

“I’m yours,” she whispers out to him again.

“That’s right. So if I did want to mark you up, I could, right? Because you’re mine?”

She knows Jughead would never actually do something she wasn’t comfortable with and that’s why she’s so quick to tell him ‘yes’. She says yes, because it’s all about the power balance. Jughead obviously likes to be in control while fucking and Betty’s not about to turn him or this down.

“Yes,” she tells him, “you could do anything.”

“Anything?” He smirks down at her. “You sure about that?” He gives her a challenging look, like he’s daring her to back down from her own words. She means them though. She trusts Jughead like she’s never trusted anyone else. The playful, dominating side to him that he’s showing right now is something she’s never seen from him before and she’s a bit drunk off of it.

“I’m sure.”

He just grins down at her before he picks her up off of the counter. She yelps at the sudden movement and is quick to wrap her arms and legs around his body tightly. His hands grip her ass and she has to bite her lip to stop the smile that threatens to show.

She’s not exactly sure where he’s taking her, but she’s soon thrown onto a soft surface and she realizes they’re in his room. This time she does smile at the familiar feeling and smell that his sheets offer her. She’s only been in his bed one time before and she’s glad that he decided to take them here instead of her room.

“Climb back,” he instructs her and she does exactly as he asked. His calculating eyes follow her the entire time and maybe she’d be embarrassed with anyone else, but not here. Not with Jughead.

She leans her back against one of the thicker pillows behind her and sinks into it gently. Jughead climbs onto the bed and makes his way in between her legs, placing himself there like it’s where he belongs and Betty thinks that maybe he does.

He kisses her twice, soft but deep, before he pulls away from her and places a hand at the bottom of her shirt. He tugs on it in question and then looks up at her. She nods, knowing exactly what he’s asking. With her permission, he pulls the loose shirt off of her and tosses it to the floor. The cool air hits her body and she’s well aware of how she responds to it. Goosebumps rise up on her arms and her nipples harden almost immediately. She’s completely naked in front of Jughead aside from the panties she’s wearing. It’s the most he’s ever seen of her body. Before he’d only seen her in bikinis, revealing ones for sure, but nothing like this. She hasn’t been intimate with anyone in a long time and with Jughead it just feels so much more. More of what, she isn’t quite sure but she knows that it’s exciting and different.

It’s a reflex the way her arms come up to try and shield her body from his eyes, but his hands reach out and hold them down at her sides.

“Don’t do that,” he whispers, “don’t ever feel like you have to hide from me.” He leans down and places a kiss on her collarbone. “You’re fucking beautiful, Elizabeth Cooper.” She just nods, not trusting her voice right now. He continues kissing down her body, from her collarbone to her breasts and down her stomach. Her nerves start to act up as she realizes what exactly he’s going to do.

He places a finger on the waistband of her underwear. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes.” She had thought that was a given, she was about to yell at him to do it already. He’s slow about it though, as he hooks his fingers on the waistbands and slides them down her legs before tossing them as he had her shirt.

He places a kiss on her left thigh, before moving to her right one. It seems like he feathers her thighs in kisses forever and her legs are already trembling. She’s already wet, just from the sensual touches he places on her legs and she isn’t sure how she’s supposed to survive any of this. Sex with Jughead is like something else entirely. It’s consuming and breathtaking and nothing’s actually happened yet.

He pulls his lips away from her thighs and lines his face up with her clit. He lets out a breath of air and she jerks at the sensation she feels immediately.

He’s not touching her. She tries to push her hips forward a little so he’ll get the hint, but he places his palms onto them and pushes them down into the mattress. She whines and he just smirks at her.

“What are you trying to do there, love?”

The pet name has her swooning for a bit and she tries to gather her thoughts. What does she want?

“Do you want me to do something?” He asks, playful smirk still on his face and she glares down at him.

“You know what I want,” she bites out, tired of waiting. She wonders if he knew a single thing about moderation, since he was all sweet or all dominant and there was no in between. Jughead frowns at her and digs his fingers into her hips a little harshly. She gasps at the feeling and a part of her hopes that his fingertips leave little bruises on her skin.

“If you want something then ask for it.” She gives him an exasperated look, embarrassed at even the thought. “Come on,” he urges her. “Ask nicely.”

If this were anyone else, she would tell them to fuck off without hesitation and probably stop the whole ordeal, but this isn’t just anyone. This is Jughead and so she does as he asks her, loving every minute of it.

“Please,” she whispers out. It’s a single word, but it has Jughead leaning forward and placing a single kiss on her clit. It’s something, but it’s still not enough and she feels like she’s going to scream. “Jughead…”

“Yes?” He asks as he finally sticks his tongue out, tasting her only once. “Do you need something?”

“More,” she begs. “Please, Juggie, I need more.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” The last thing she sees before he completely goes down on her, is a grin on his face that makes him look like the Cheshire cat. His mouth moves against her so heavenly, her hips try to buck up but he keeps a tight hold on them, not allowing her to move from where he wants her.

Her hands reach out for Jughead’s hair and tangle themselves in his dark locks. He’s doing everything so perfectly that Betty thinks he might have been made for this. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming undone completely under him, her fingers pulling a little too hard on his hair as her legs shake. She cries out his name as he gets her through her orgasm and just when it’s about to become too much, he pulls away from her.

He comes up and kisses her on her neck, a soft and sweet thing that’s a contrast to everything they’re doing right now but it’s perfect. Everything about this has been perfect. She doesn’t feel her typical revolt at the word, instead it sounds so right to her she couldn’t describe whatever this was any other way.

“Are we really doing this?” He asks, a boyish grin on his face. Betty smiles and a laugh passes through her lips.

“I think we already did.” They smile at each other, as if they can’t really believe it’s happening and in a way she can’t. She finds comfort in the way they had just laughed over it. She once read that if you can’t laugh with your partner while having sex then you shouldn’t be together. She doesn’t know if she can classify Jughead as her partner or boyfriend, but that’s a conversation for a different time.

Jughead leans over to the right of her and pulls out a condom from the bedside drawer. Betty raises an eyebrow, wondering why he would have needed them before, but she doesn’t say anything. She watches as he rips open the packet and puts the condom on before lining himself up with her.

She suddenly feels alarmingly nervous. She’s fully aware that their entire dynamic has officially changed now. It changed the moment she called herself ‘his’ and kissed him, but this seems so much more serious. If they do this then there’s no backing out; she doesn’t want to back out, not at all, but she���s still nervous.

Jughead must be able to sense the nerves coming off her in waves, because he leans forward and places a chaste kiss on her cheek and then one on her forehead.

“We can stop,” he tells her. “We’ll go as far as you want and nothing more.”

“I want this,” she reassures him, because God, she wants this. “I want you.”

His eyes stare back at hers, full of lust and something more that she can’t think of right now.

“Well, I better give you what you want.” He smiles before pressing into her gently. She gasps out at the feeling of him as she tries to get used to his size. It’s been awhile since she’s had sex and Jughead’s a little more than average. He’s slow going in, allowing her to adjust to him and she’s incredibly thankful for it.

Once he’s all the way inside, she lets out a deep breath. He stays completely still, not moving in fear of possibly hurting her and when she finally feels good she gives him a smile.

“Okay,” she tells him. “I’m good.”

He pulls out of her almost completely, leaving only the tip of himself inside of her. She looks at him in confusion, but then he moves all the way back inside of her in one swift motion and she swears her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head. It feels incredible and she lets out a long moan.

Jughead starts up a slow rhythm as he rolls his hips into her. It feels amazing and she lifts her hands up to touch the side of his face, but he’s quick to grab them both in one of his hands as he holds them down over her head. His only response to her questioning glance is a smile. She rolls her eyes at him, but stops short as he snaps his hips into her roughly.

“Don’t roll your eyes,” he chastises her. “If I let go of your hands, will you keep them up here?” Betty nods quickly at his question even though she immediately misses the feeling of his hand holding hers. Jughead brings the hand that had been holding hers down and cups her cheek with it. “You’re so beautiful.” He leans down to kiss her and Betty chases his lips with her own. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of kissing him. He kisses her in a way that she’s only ever dreamed of being kissed before and she lives for it.

His lips leave hers as he continues thrusting into her fast and rough, panting against her mouth as he does. Suddenly, Jughead wraps his arms underneath her as he brings her up closer to him, pressing their chests against each other. Betty gasps out at the sudden movement and how it angles him differently inside of her.

“Fuck,” he groans out, lips pressed to her ear, “you feel so good.” The words send a shiver down her spine. “I’m not going to last long, Betty.”

“Then don’t,” she tells him, urging him to come.

“Yeah?” He says with a chuckle, but it’s way too breathy.

“Come,” she whispers out.

He tightens his hold on her as he continues to fuck her, every ounce of painful restraining control he’d been forced to practice now gone, Betty’s moans cheering him on as he finally comes undone on top of her. They’re both panting when he pulls out of her, rolling to the left of her to lay down as he pulls off the condom and tosses it into the trash can.

“Next time I’m going to fuck you harder,” he tells her as he props himself up on his elbow and looks down at her, “and longer.”

She bites her lips at his words. “Is that a promise?”

“Mhm,” he hums in agreement before leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.

She wants to ask him what this all means. He’d called her his earlier, but what exactly does that mean?

“Earlier you said I was yours, what do you mean by that?”

“What do you think I mean?” he reaches out with his hand and brushes her hair away from her face before running his thumb against her cheek. “You’re mine. I know that to a certain extent I’m going to have to share you with the outside world and I’m okay with that, but I won’t share you with anyone else. No more PR dates or anything like that. No one’s going to get to have you the way that I am.”

Betty just nods, speechless by his words. She can get the PR stunts to stop, that’s easy. She just has to say she’s in a relationship and her team will back off, she just hopes they don’t ask about who she’s dating. She wonders if it’s even a problem to date Jughead. She knows that he’s her bodyguard so there has to be some kind of line of professionalism, but if there is they‘ve definitely passed it by now.

“And I swear to God, Betty, I am going to protect you.” He holds her face securely in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. “You don’t have anything to fear when you’re with me. No one is going to hurt you ever again.”

It’s a promise she’s heard countless other times from other people, but this time she believes him wholeheartedly. Jughead wouldn’t let anything happen to her. She trusts him.

That night they fall asleep together, Jughead holding onto her tightly as she stares out of the window and for once she feels happy to wake up the next day. For once she’s excited for what’s to come next.

Cheryl calls her the next morning asking if she can fit in a quick shoot as a favor for a friend of hers. It makes her a bit skeptical that her usually transparent manager is unwilling to name names, but she decides not to worry. Betty is less than enthusiastic about it though, especially because she’s feeling really sore after last night. She’s not one to disappoint though, and work is work so she limps her happy ass all the way to the location.

Jughead had spent the entire car ride smirking. James had driven them and it was almost as if he knew what they had done last night with the way he glared at Jughead and ignored Betty’s attempts at starting conversation. She didn’t understand what was bothering him. It was odd and not like him at all, but she decided not to press the issue. James’ life wasn’t really any concern of hers just like her life wasn’t much concern of his.

She was however, this close to punching Jughead in his smug little face. She’d tried to hide her slight limp and the way she’d wince when shoved along by her team, but she knew she wasn’t fooling him at all.

“Betty! Can you please try to stand up straight?” Cheryl called off from the side. Usually Betty loved when she stayed for the shoots, but right now she kind of wanted to throttle her.

She did as asked though and twirls around for the cameraman, hoping to give him something to work with. She does a few more poses for him, laughs with the crew while posing, and just acts as silly as possible. She was once told that the best shoots are done when you’re happy and show it and she’s always believed that to be true.

When she’s finally done, she’s excited to get some well deserved rest. She makes her way to the dressing room and takes off the heels and dress she’d been wearing. Just as Betty’s muscles relax and she feels even a slight bit at peace, Cheryl throws the door open and walks into the room.

“Don’t you ever knock?” Betty snaps as she tries to cover herself up.

“Oh, please,” Cheryl says with an eye roll. “You act like I haven’t seen you naked before. Remember the hot tub in Ibiza? You were pretty drunk but I know you remember that.” Betty’s cheeks redden as she glares at the redhead. “Anyway, it’s nothing I haven’t seen—.”

Cheryl stops mid sentence and Betty looks up at her. She’s staring right at Betty’s hips. Betty looks down and curses Jughead thousands of times in her head once she sees what Cheryl’s looking at.

“Oh, my god! Are those bruises? Betty Cooper, you’re absolutely scandalous!”

“Cheryl—.”

“Are those—? Oh, my god, is that a hickey on your thigh?” Cheryl shrieks out the words and Betty tries to quiet her down. The last thing she needs is everyone outside hearing this. “Seriously, you’re having sex with someone? Since when? How did I not know about this? I don’t understand. Who could you possibly be having sex with?”

“It’s no one,” Betty grumbles. She can’t tell her about Jughead, not yet at least. She isn’t ready.

“Are you seeing Reggie again? Because if you are and you kept it a secret, I’m going to be really upset.”

“What? No. No! It wasn’t Reggie. It was a one night stand.” She winces as soon as the words fly out of her mouth. A one night stand? Really? She doubts Cheryl will even buy the lie. She’s never had a one night stand before in her life, but she doesn’t know what else to say to get her off her back.

Sure enough, Cheryl stares at her with a look of bewilderment on her face. Betty’s waiting for her to call her out on the lie and guess the only other guy it could be, but to her surprise Cheryl just grins.

“Taking one out of my book I see. Very nice, Betty. I love a classic ‘good girl gone bad’ story.”

She just rolls her eyes at Cheryl’s words, but doesn’t disagree with them. If it gets Cheryl to stop asking so many questions then she’ll take it.

“Was he hot?”

“We’re not talking about this,” Betty says as she throws on her clothes and grabs her purse from the table.

“Oh, come on!” Cheryl whines as she follows her out of the room. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had some good sex? The other night this guy started crying because he said I had the prettiest tits he’d ever seen.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it was a real mood killer honestly. I need to live vicariously through you right now!”

“You really want to know?” Betty gives in as she faces her friend. She silently resolves to not name names or give any identifying details, but she has no problem living through the experience all over again. Cheryl just nods eagerly. “He was absolutely gorgeous and such a gentleman in bed. He was… he was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before in my life.”

“You sure you’re not in love with the guy? I’ve definitely thought I’ve loved a few guys after really good sex. Honestly I’m glad that it was that good.”

Betty just rolls her eyes before waving goodbye to the redhead and making her way over to Jughead.

“What was that about?” He asked as they walked outside together.

“Cheryl was living vicariously through my one night stand,” she tells him with a smirk.

“One night stand, huh?”

“Mhm.”

Jughead looks down at her, bites his lip, and then looks around them. Betty follows his gaze, trying to see what he’s looking for.

“What if I wanted to put my arm around you right now?”

It’s such a cute and innocent thing to ask, but Betty knows that the reasons behind him having to ask are anything but cute and innocent. Such a heavy and sharp dualism existed within him. One minute he was sweet and asking for permission just to put his arm around her, and at another moment he was fiercely protective and dominant. It’s a dualism she’s come to appreciate. She quickly looks around just like he had and she finds that there’s no one in the back alley they had taken.

“Jughead Jones, you filthy boy,” she jokes, “be my guest.”

He laughs as he throws his arms over her shoulders, leading her down the deserted alleyway. It feels so normal, as if they’re just two people enjoying a nice walk together. She doesn’t feel like she’s famous or like Jughead’s protecting her from all the danger surrounding her. Right now she just feels like Betty and Jughead, two people who are kind of new and unsure of a lot of things but one thing she knows; she’s sure about Jughead.

They’re in the living room watching TV together later that night. Betty’s sitting on a pillow on the floor while Jughead brushes her hair before bed. She’d begged him to watch The Adventures of Mr. Toad with her and he’d been a bit reluctant at first, but ever so often he’ll let out a little snort of laughter and Betty will smile to herself.

“I talked to my mom the other day,” she tells him randomly. They’ve never really talked about their family, aside from when Jughead had told her the story about his mother. After that, he hadn’t even asked because he assumed it was a no-go, even in casual conversation. Jughead is however, pleased to have a look into the world that laid behind her.

“How did that go?”

“Good, I miss her a lot. I miss my sister too. I haven’t really seen either of them in a while and I don’t talk to them as often as I should.” She pauses, wondering if she should tell Jughead about what her mother had told her on the phone about visiting. What the hell, she thinks to herself. What could be the worst he could say? “My mom told me to come visit.”

“Yeah?” His voice doesn’t change, it sounds just as easy and interested as it had before and she takes that as a good sign.

“Yeah. I was thinking maybe I could go down and visit her next week. Maybe for a few days.”

Jughead doesn’t say anything for a while and when she turns around to look at him, he’s staring down at the brush in his hands.

“Juggie? You okay?”

“Yeah,” he says, but it sounds a bit uneven. He gives her a smile that looks a bit forced. “Well, I hope you have fun.”

“Well, you see, that’s the thing,” she grabs ahold of his fingers and plays with them, her nerves acting up. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to come with me. You can just come as my bodyguard, you don’t have to come as my boyfriend or anything. I don’t want to put you in that kind of situation.”

“Boyfriend?”

She looks up and Jughead is smiling widely down at her, eyes gleaming. It’s the most genuine he’s looked in a while. He doesn’t look stone cold or furiously protective, his jaw isn’t set in the angular fashion it normally was. He looked soft.

“Well, yeah. I thought that’s what this was. I thought we were kind of exclusive.”

“We are,” he promises as he places his hand on her cheek, caressing her face before touching her bottom lip gently with his thumb. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

Betty just smiles as she shakes her head at him.

“And I’d be honoured to meet your family if that’s what you want.”

“Well, do you want that?” She asks him, still a bit unsure.

“I’d love nothing more.”