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Camera Shy (part 6)

Summary:  AU. Jughead is an aspiring photographer. His final project requires him to shoot nude photos of someone who inspires him. With no one else to ask Jughead asks Betty. Insecure of her body Betty is quick to shoot the idea down, until Jughead reminds her that she owes him.

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A/N: Well I posted earlier than I thought I would. Thank you all for the support you have given me with this fic. This chapter is NSFW but I hope you enjoy it just the same. Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open (and usually empty lol)

Jughead walks around the block twice, thinking it best to give Betty some time to cool off. He didn’t understand why she snapped, Ronnie was just making an innocent joke. And earlier that afternoon Betty really seemed to enjoy their moment together, so why all of a sudden was she acting this way? Did she regret sleeping with him?

The negative thoughts stir up an insufferable ache in his chest. He feels the brick walls of the surrounding buildings begin to close in on him. He leans back against a store front window to stop and steady his breathing. Every possible scenario ran through his mind. He’d return home and maybe she’d be back to normal and greet him with a kiss and a sweet, “I’m sorry.” Or maybe she’d be sulking around in her bedroom with her door locked, demanding him to leave her alone. Maybe she wouldn’t even be home at all.

He kicks off the brick beneath the window and starts towards their apartment complex. He hopes and prays that she’s home and waiting for him, because the only way they can make it through this is if they talk out all their issues. He can’t lose Betty now, not when he finally has a chance to be with her.

Jughead stands outside the door with his hand on the knob. It turns with ease and his hopes heighten, at least he knows she’s home. Everything is dark except for the flickering of the TV screen in the living room. He slips off his shoes and drapes his coat over a kitchen chair. “Betty?” He calls out into the darkness.  He’s met with no response.

With careful steps he walks into the living room and finds her sitting on the couch, wrapped in a throw blanket, eyes staring intently at the screen. He moves to sit beside her, making sure to leave some empty space between them. “Betts, we need to talk.”

In a flash the TV is off with a click and he is consumed by the darkness. A trace of moonlight filters through the lacy curtains and all he can see is her silhouette in the shadows. “Talk.” She says, no louder than a whisper.

“Are you OK?” Jughead asks. He ignores the itch to reach out and touch her, if only to hold her hand. He doesn’t want to send her running. The world around them is quiet, and he can’t see it, but he knows she’s chewing desperately on her lip right now, the way she always does when she’s nervous.

“I shouldn’t have told Ronnie what happened between us.” Betty regrets, sighing as she speaks. Jughead waits for her to continue on but he’s left with silence.

“It’s not that big of a deal Betty. So we slept together, it happens. We got caught up in a moment that led to something extraordinary. Don’t let Ronnie’s inability to keep quiet ruin that.”

He swears he hears her sniffle. “You don’t understand. It is a big deal; at least it is to me.” Betty mumbles. She turns herself to face him, bending her knee so that she can rest her chin upon it. Jughead can’t see her face but he can tell she’s doing everything she can not to cry. The blackness is swallowing him up and he feels his heart clench inside his chest. She’s going to tell him it was a mistake, he just knows it. He’s about to speak when she starts up once more. “What happened earlier was amazing Juggie.” Suddenly he finds it easier to breathe. “And I don’t regret a single second of it. But there’s something you need to know.”

“What?” he breathes, hanging on her every word as if his life depends on what she’ll say next.

Betty exhales heavily and continues on. “I’ve never actually slept with someone before today.”

Jughead can’t take it anymore. He reaches for the lamp behind him and turns it on, needing to see her face. It takes a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the change. Her blue green eyes are shining, her cheeks are painted a rosy pink, and her bottom lip is torn from her constant biting. He knew Betty hadn’t dated much but she did have a few serious relationships in the past. “You’re kidding me. But what about Reggie back in high school? Or Chuck our sophomore year of college?”

She just shakes her head, her face reddening. Jughead is stunned. Even he had gotten lucky a few times to his surprise. Some college girls really love the whole ‘I’m a loner and a struggling photographer and I only own 4 different T-shirts’ vibe he exuded.

“Betty, if it felt like I forced you into something you didn’t want to do earlier,” he pauses and takes her hand in his. “I’m so sorry. I just thought we had something between us-“

Betty places her other hand over his and rubs circles over his wrist. “You didn’t push me into anything. I wanted it, remember?”

Jughead smiles and feels his face heat up. He doubts he would ever forget anything that happened that afternoon. The way she looked, the way she felt, hell even the way she smelled. It was all permanently imprinted in his memory. “I remember.” He replies. A timid silence settles between them. Jughead realizes he’s still holding Betty’s hand and he moves to pull away, but she stops him.

“No don’t.”

Jughead lets his fingers linger on her palm. He’s anxious, needing to know what this all means. With his free hand he removes the old wool beanie from his head and threads his fingers through his hair, pushing the dark locks out of his face. She looks so serene, the lamp light creating a halo effect above her head. She’s an angel without wings and he is so blessed to be known by her. “Betty, what exactly is going on between us?”

She shifts in her spot on the couch, scooting closer to Jughead and allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. She moves their hands so they are resting in his lap, fingers laced together. “I don’t know Juggie, you tell me.” Betty whispers.

He stares at their hands in his lap and he groans inwardly. The angel on his shoulder was sure to be the death of him. He wants to tell her everything he feels but every word he can think of pales in comparison to the emotions wreaking havoc in his chest. The simplest of Betty’s touches puts his heart into overdrive.

Jughead draws in a shaky breath. “Well I don’t know about you, but I really enjoyed the time we spent together this afternoon.”

Betty lifts her head from his shoulder and turns to face him. “Oh really now?” He nods just a little too enthusiastically. “What was your favorite part? You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.” Jughead melts into her words. Her usual kindhearted eyes are shimmering with hints of mischief and it drives him wild.

He taps a finger to his chin as he thinks. “I would have to say when you began to dance. You let your insecurities evaporate with each movement and I was captivated by all of it. You just seemed so carefree and in love with life. It was inspiring and I am so lucky to have caught it on camera. You can’t fake that kind of shit, Betty.”

Betty curls her lip and lifts a hand to play with the hair at the back of his head. “As beautiful as that little speech was Jughead, I have reason to believe you’re not telling the whole truth.” She tiptoes her fingers down the curve of his neck and Jughead forgets how to breathe. He chokes on his next words.

“W-what, you were hypnotizing up on that s-stage. Are you calling me a liar?”

She leans in closer and touches her lips to the shell of his ear. “Yes,” she says and Jughead’s a complete and utter goner for her. “So really,” she pauses, tickling his lobe with the tip of her tongue. “What was your favorite part?”

Jughead’s eyes roll back as Betty leaves a trail of kisses from his ear, across his jawline, abruptly stopping at his chin. He groans. “Probably when I first kissed you.” He wasn’t lying. Sure, the sex had been phenomenal, but kissing Betty was the frosting on the cake that was Jughead’s life. He hadn’t felt her lips in over 8 years and to be able to feel them again gave him a rush like nothing else ever could.

Betty pulls back and scans her eyes over Jughead’s face, her gaze getting caught up on his lips. She brings their clasped hands to her mouth and kisses each knuckle of his fingers carefully. “Do you want to know my favorite part?”

His tongue feels like putty inside his mouth. Unable to speak he nods his head rhythmically; completely aware of the spell she’s placed on him.

“I’d have to say,” she pauses, kissing the inside of his wrist. “When you picked me up and pushed me back against the front door. I’ll never be able to look at it the same way again.” A rosy flush creeps up on her cheeks and she gives him a lusting smile.

Jughead grins sheepishly and suddenly remembers something strange he hadn’t realized before. “Hey Betty…if earlier was your first time, how come it didn’t hurt? I mean, doesn’t it usually hurt for a girl?”

Betty’s smile curves mischievously. “Just because I’ve never had sex doesn’t mean I’ve never toyed around a bit.”

He can’t help arching an eyebrow in amusement. “No pun intended?”

Betty falls back onto the couch cushions giggling, hiding her face beneath the neck of her sweater. Jughead is baffled. Never did he expect Betty of all people to be so explorative when it came to sex. She seems to be more of the type to think of sex as just making love and nothing more. He is suddenly very interested in what hides deep in the corners of her dresser drawers.

“You’re judging me, aren’t you?” Betty asks sitting up on her elbows and looking up at him, her lip tucked in like always.

“No no no I think it’s awesome. What other dirty little secrets are you keeping from me Betts?”

She curves a perfect eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

He swears in that moment his heart actually stopped. Betty reaches up and clutches onto the front of his shirt and drags Jughead down to meet her for a kiss. He revels in the feeling of her mouth on his, her tongue desperately craving his as they move together with fervent passion.

Jughead lies atop of her and she wraps her legs around his waist. He’s come to the conclusion that if the world allowed, he would spend all of his days, minutes and seconds kissing Betty. Her lips are the sweetest of candies and Jughead’s caught up in her sugar rush.

Their arms are mess of blurry lines, struggling to remove each other’s clothes, neither ready to come up for air just yet. Jughead makes the move to pull his lips free from her clutch. He sits up and removes his shirt from his body, then heads in to help Betty with hers. She holds her arms up and as soon as Jughead gets the fabric up above her ears he leans in for another kiss and Betty giggles into his mouth, her sleeves getting caught around her arms. She pushes him away and frees herself. Jughead watches as she slides her hair out of the pony tail holding it back.

Before it has the chance to fall around her face Jughead tangles his fingers through the golden locks and kisses her again. Betty bites his lip and Jughead growls into her mouth, rocking his hips against hers, the arousal in his jeans apparent against her thigh. Her hands slip beneath fabric of his cotton Tee and she tickles the soft skin below his belly button.

Jughead sits back and laughs, throwing his head against the back of the couch. His mind is completely wasted on Betty. He watches as her chest rises and falls with the beating of her heart. She stands up and undoes the clasp of her bra, letting the lacy contraption fall to the floor with a quiet whoosh. Jughead grabs her hips and helps her out of her pants. Betty shimmies free from her jeans and kicks them to the side. She gets down on her knees in front him and gets to work on the zipper of his jeans.

Oh my god. Jughead wants to watch but his head falls back while he leans into Betty’s touch, her fingers grazing the shadow of his length. He lifts up his hips, helping her as she tugs his jeans and boxers off him, letting them pool around his ankles.

Betty kisses the sides of his thighs, wickedly teasing him as her fingers trace lines up and down his shaft. He shudders beneath her touch. “Betts please,” he begs. Jughead kinks his fingers in her hair, forcing her to touch him where he needs her most. Betty obliges, licking her lips and dragging her tongue relentlessly slow up the side of his length. She opens her mouth and wastes no time in wrapping her lips around him. Jughead’s fingers unravel in her hair and his breath gets caught somewhere in the back of his throat. “Yesss.” He moans.

Betty’s mouth feels incredible but what he wants most rests between her legs. He lets her suck a few more times, watching her blonde head bob up and down exaggeratingly slow. Jughead grabs onto her hair and removes her lips from his throbbing dick. “Hop up.” He drums his fingers on his thighs and Betty’s quick to follow directions.

“Did you like that?” She whispers seductively in his ear, straddling his hips as her knees dig into the couch cushions, positioning herself above him. Jughead mewls while she moves, letting the tip of his cock probe through her folds before she allows him entrance. “Fuck.”

Jughead throws his head back with a deep groan. Betty’s fingers find their way into his hair and she pulls hard, yanking on the raven locks desperately. Never in all his life did Jughead ever expect Betty to be such a vixen. Despite it being only her second time she knew exactly what to do make him lose his mind.

He cups her face in his hands and pulls her in for a steamy kiss. Their tongues tangle together as Jughead fights for the upper hand, dominating her the only way he can in their current position. He wants her on all fours, crying out as he fucks her. He wants her on her back while he holds her hands captive above her head, watching her fall apart beneath his touch. He wants Betty in every possible way he can have her.

Betty releases him from their kiss and continues to move in his lap, rolling her body in such an erotic way that Jughead knows he won’t last much longer. “Slow down.” He moans, but Betty does just the opposite. She speeds up the rocking of her hips and soon Jughead is tumbling over the edge, eyes locked with Betty’s as he cries out. He’s completely spent.

Jughead lifts Betty up off him so he can lie down and catch his breath. He pulls Betty with him, holding her as she buries her face in his chest, peppering soft kisses over his rapidly beating heart. He kisses her forehead softly and he smells her hair. She smells like a mixture of strawberries and flowers and Jughead loves it. He loves her.

He flinches at the thought of love. It’s not a word he uses often, but he knows in this moment that he loves Betty. He loves the way she bites her lip and the way she wears her hair. He loves the way she smiles at him and the way she can make him laugh without trying. Jughead’s not someone you would consider a romantic, but this sudden epiphany makes him want shout it from their fourth story window to the dizzying streets below. He hasn’t loved anybody in a long time, and he is so undeniably happy that out of everyone in this crazy messed up world, he’s decided to fall in love with her.

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