one-shots || bughead + sprousehart

"there's something you're not telling me." - bughead

(if anyone notices the twilight reference, i fucking love you)

betty and jughead, age of 15

It was a long, noisy evening, filled with music, drinks and lots of partying.

Betty Cooper hadn't realized that when the clock ticked on midnight, she was extremely drunk and grinding against the boy who bullied her. Jughead Jones.

His hands were settled on her hips, his eyes dark with lust as Betty swayed her hips to the music. He turned her around in a quick movement.

Betty laughed and brought her arms around the back of his neck while continuing to dance against him. "You're so goddamn hot." She heard him mumble, his lips suddenly crashing down on hers. 

She didn't resist, her tongue fizzling its way into his mouth, her hands gripping the black hair on his head. "Come with me." His voice was hoarse and desperate, his hand pulling her away from the dancing crowd of people.

Oblivious of what Jughead's intentions were with her, she let him pull her up some random stairs. He dragged her in a room, his lips devouring hers before the door was even closed. 

She giggled in his mouth, enjoying his taste. Jughead moved the blonde to the bed, pushing her down on it while she giggled, suddenly very much aware of what he wanted to do with her.

She nodded happily in consent, the alcohol taking over all of her needs and wants. Jughead's body hovered above her, his torso naked as he kissed her over and over again. The kisses were sloppy, tongue-filled kisses.

The night went on, Jughead fucking Betty over and over again until they fell breathlessly beside each other. She reached for him one more time somewhere in the night, their bodies clenching onto each other after more deep, sloppy sex. 

Slowly the night hours ticked by, and it turned day. The daylight shone through the barely closed curtains, waking Betty up, completely flushed and nauseous. 

It wasn't until she looked next to her that she realized she had sex with Jughead freaking Jones last night. The thought of it made her let out a loud yelp, waking him as well. 

"Why are we here!? What happened? Why the fúck are we both naked!?" She yelled as Jughead rubbed his eyes, sleep still halfly controlling him. 

"Wait, wait, princess. Don't act like it's all my fault, I can't remember either." He said, his hand supporting his head to stop the pounding.

"Well... just don't tell anyone." She sternly insisted, trying to scramble her clothes together while she covered herself in the sheets. Jughead laughed at her attempt to dress up while wrapped in blankets. 

"My mom's so gonna kill me." The blonde muttered when she had all her clothes back on and she ran out of the room, her heart racing in her chest.

betty and jughead, age of 17 

Betty sat on her bed in her one-bedroom apartment, her daughter playing with a few toys on her lap. She smiled down at her, knowing how lucky she was to have such an amazing daughter. 

It took Betty two weeks to find out she was pregnant after she and Jughead had sex. The throwing up, the fainting, the nausea, for a normal person it may have seen obvious, but not for a fifteen-year old Betty Cooper.

She was completely shocked when she got the news, almost wanting to yell at the doctor for doing the tests wrong. She had a few memories of her night with Jughead, but none of them were clear enough to point out if they had used a condom.