King’s Crown Bar
Smutty smut smut about older Bughead living in New York. AU. Possible multi-part. Smut. SMUT. You’ve been warned.
Betty Cooper smoothed her skirt over her thighs as she opened the heavy door to the dark bar.
It was her second week in New York City - she had spent every waking moment in her office. She wanted to come straight to New York after she graduated high school, but her mother insisted she went to North Western, as they had one of the best Journalism programs in the country. She spent all her time studying and missed out on building relationships with people.
It was her first night of freedom, and there was only one thing on her mind.
It was cool outside, so Betty had thrown her worn leather jacket over her outfit. Once she was inside, a wave of humidity overwhelmed her. She shrugged her jacket off, revealing a deep v-neck top, red as blood, as she strode to the stools lining the bar.
She chose one, second from the end, and eyed the man behind the counter. He had black jeans on and a t-shirt sporting the name of a band she’d never heard of. He put a well worn book down behind him as he strode over to her.
“What can I get you?” He asked her, brushing his hair back from his face.
“A cosmopolitan, please.” Betty answered, hooking her jacket over the back of the stool. She crossed her long legs as the bartender chuckled to himself.
She raised an eyebrow.
He shook his head as he poured her drink and set it before her in a whisky glass. “The dish washer quit yesterday. No clean martini glasses.” He quipped as he wandered away.
“This is fine.“ Betty said, pulling the coaster closer to her. She took a sip of her drink and eyed the bartender again. He was at the opposite end of the bar, pouring a tequila shot for an older woman in a jean jacket.
Betty unlocked the screen on her cellphone when it buzzed against her thigh. After a moment, an audible sigh escaped her mouth as she put her phone face-down against the counter. She downed half her drink as the bar tender came back to her side of the bar.
“Get stood up?” He asked gruffly.
“Sort of. Not that it’s any of your business, but my roommate was supposed to meet me, She’s decided to stay in with her girlfriend.”
“You want another drink?”
Betty bit the inside of her cheek. Really, she should just go home. But fuck it. She was here now. “Sure.”
“You new in town?” He asked as he made her concoction.
“Yeah,” Betty answered as he set the drink down in front of her. “I went to school in Illinois, continued living there for a few years after school ended. I wanted to come to New York for college, but - well, not important. I’m here now. Out of Riverdale. That’s all that matters.”
Jughead stared at her for a moment before opening his mouth. “Riverdale, New York?”
Betty nodded. “I’m surprised you’ve heard of it.”
“Heard of it? I lived there until I was seven. Then I moved to Toldeo.”
“Small world.” Betty took the cherry out of her drink and popped it into her mouth, her plump lips parting around the stem. She looked Jughead in the eye.
He held her gaze, a smirk forming on his lips until a large man a few stools down cleared his throat. “Yo, Jug, another beer.”
Jughead wandered toward the man, pulling a beer from the fridge under the bar.
Betty took a sip of her cosmopolitan as a balding man with a tattoo on his head sat down beside her.
“Evenin’“ He commented, looking her up and down. “How much?”
Betty turned her head slowly. “Excuse me?”
“How much? Just for like, twenty minutes.”
Betty closed her eyes for a moment, trying to compose herself. Calmly, she got off the stool and grabbed her jacket. She picked up her half-full glass and splashed it in the strangers face.
She started to walk to the other end of the bar when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. “You fuckin’ bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Betty spun around, shoving the balding man’s chest. “Get the fuck off me,” She spat.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Jughead yelled from behind the bar.
Betty held her jacket in her hands tightly. “Nothing.” She stated.
“This whore just threw her drink in my face!” He grabbed Betty by the shoulder again.
“I said get off me,” Betty muttered. There was venom in her voice.
“Larry, get the fuck out of here!” Jughead said, hopping over the bar. The balding man muttered something and headed out the door.
“Alright, we’re closing early, everyone get out.” Jughead said loudly.
Betty shrugged her leather jacket over her shoulders.
“Not you,” Jughead murmured as people cleared out of the bar.
“Won’t the owner be mad at you for closing early?” Betty asked.
“I am the owner.” Jughead answered as he followed the last person to the door and flipped the lock. He shut off all the lights but the one over the bar.
Betty took a seat at the bar and sighed.
“You want another drink?” He walked behind the bar.
“Oh, no, thanks. I’ll just pay and go.”
“No, you need to calm your nerves before you go anywhere.”
Betty didn’t argue. Jughead sat a glass of water down in front of her.
“You know, I only came out tonight because my roommate convinced me bars are a great place to meet guys. And the only one I met thought I was a prostitute.”
Jughead chuckled. “Bars are only a great place to meet guys if you’re looking for a one night stand.”
Betty grabbed a cherry from behind the bar. She popped it into her mouth. “Who says I’m not?”
Jughead cocked his eyebrow.
Betty took the cherry’s stem and put it in her mouth, needing only a moment before she placed the knotted stem back on the bar. She hopped off the stool and wandered behind the bar.
She was close enough to feel his body heat. She shrugged off her jacket once more and let it drop to her feet.
“I’m not looking for anything other than tonight,” Betty murmured.
Jughead didn’t respond with words - he cupped her cheek and roughly pulled her against him. His mouth covered hers, his hands wandered down to her hips, gripping. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue inside.
She leaned back, pulling her shirt over her head. He trailed kisses down her neck, sucking and nipping at her collarbone. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell between them as he ducked down, pulling her peaked nipple into his mouth.
She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off, kicking them away from her feet.
Jughead let a throaty growl escape his lips as he picked Betty up and placed her on top of the bar. “Fuck,” He murmured.
He kissed her roughly, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth. His hands wandered beneath her skirt, finding her entrance.
“You’re so wet,” He murmured quietly as he placed a finger inside her.
Betty looked at him through hooded eyes. She bit her lip as he placed another finger inside her.
“Jughead,” She murmured.
He rubbed her swollen clit as she reached for his jeans. “Take those off.” She ordered.
He did, kicking them off behind him. He placed two fingers against Betty’s lips. She opened her mouth, sucking his fingers, twirling her tongue against them.
He moaned, rubbing his slick fingers against Betty’s entrance. She leaned back against the bar, running a hand down her center.
Jughead looked her up and down, his eyes landing on a tattoo partially covered by her skirt.
“Is that cake?” Jughead asked, still eyeing her tattoo.
“Ch-chocolate cake slice.” Her breath caught in her throat. “But you can use it for target practice when we’re done.”
Jughead licked from her tattoo to her nipple, sucking and biting before moving to her neck.
“Fuck me,” She murmured, leaning forward to wrap her arms around Jughead’s neck. She reached inside his boxers, pumping.
Jughead spread Betty’s legs, taking himself out of his boxers. He held his erection, brushing it against Betty’s slick folds. He pushed himself inside her slowly as she wrapped her legs around him, allowing him deeper still.
“Fuck,” They murmured in unison.
He thrust against her, using his fingers to rub at her clit.
“Harder,” She moaned.
He fucked her roughly, biting at her neck.
She moaned, throwing her head back, tightening the lock on her legs.
He moved his hand to her neck, his fingers gripping, his thumb between her lips.
Betty licked and bit at his thumb until he moved it back down between her thighs.
“Fuck me like you hate me.”
Jughead arched an eyebrow at her.
“You heard me,” She murmured.
Jughead pulled her off the bar, bending her over in front of him. He reached his arm around her waist, holding her against him. He pounded into her over and over until she was screaming his name.
He continued to thrust into her, rubbing at her clit, until her knees were weak.
“Jughead,” She murmured as she reached her second high.
He had a fist full of her hair as she came again, her eyes closed. He waited until she opened them again.
“Turn around,” He instructed. He used her tattoo, as she suggested.
He pulled his jeans on as she wiped her tattoo clean. She found the pieces of her clothing, dressing herself quickly.
“Same time next week?” She cocked her eyebrow.
He smirked. “You know where to find me.”