After school the next day, Betty finds herself tucked into a booth at Pop's beside Jughead, a six inch gap between them that feels like miles under Sweet Pea's watchful eye. Sweet Pea had made a little more than expected over the weekend and wanted to treat them to milkshakes and fries, but Betty can't shake the feeling that something is up with him. As if things aren't awkward enough, who comes over to the table but Archie Andrews on a mission.

"Hey Jug, Betty, erm-"

"Sweet Pea," Betty fills in quickly.

"Right, Sweet Pea," he says, shaking his head in disbelief that he hadn't remembered such an odd name. "Anyways, uhm, Betty. I was kind of wondering if you might want to hang out sometime, with me?"

"Oh, uhm-" Betty looks across the table to Sweet Pea who seems indifferent, then to Jughead donning a completely disinterested expression.

"Uh, yea. Sure," she shrugs.

"Really," he grins. "Alright yea. So, Friday night? Dinner and a movie at the drive in?"

Betty only nods, suddenly feeling as though she's made a terrible mistake under the scolding brows of both Sweet Pea and especially Jughead.

"Great. See you then," he beams, walking backward a few steps before going back to his own table with a smile on his face.

"What do you know about that kid," Sweet Pea interrogates.

"He's a good guy. Perfect actually. Exactly the kind of guy we'd always hoped she'd land." he replies calmly, but Betty can tell without even looking at him that he's hurt.

Sweet Pea nods, but Jughead is too busy giving Betty side eye to notice. Without another word, he gets up from the table and storms out of the diner.

"Fucks up his ass," Sweet Pea scoffs.

Betty only shrugs and finishes sipping her milkshake.

Since their Monday night Pop's trip, Jughead hasn't spoken a word to Betty. She's tried to catch him multiple times, to talk out whatever this is, but he's far more evasive than she had expected. He's even taken to sleeping on the couch again. Betty is well aware of the mistake she's made. Honestly, she was surprised to find out Archie had meant it to be a date. She'd thought for sure he really meant just hanging out, as friends.

It's late Thursday night when Betty has had enough of Jughead's nonsense. She waits him out nearly all night, lying awake in bed, just listening to his movements in the living room as she tries to sleep. The second she hears the shower turn on, she bolts out of bed to slink down the hall as sneakily as possible. She pauses at the bathroom door, listening to the sound of soap being squeezed out of its bottle before she slips inside. She promptly strips off her clothes, taking a deep breath before pulling the curtain back.

"Jesus christ," Jughead startles, cupping his groin in his hands. "What the fuck Betty."

"You're mad at me," she says as she steps into the tub.

"I'm not mad," he scoffs. "Fuck do I have to be mad about?"

"Just admit you're pissed," she challenges, coming nearer to look up at him beneath the spray of the shower.

"I'm not mad," he grits through his teeth, not even daring to look at her for fear of losing his cool.

Betty nods to herself and takes another step closer, the peaks of her chilled nipples brushing against the skin of his chest.

"I'm not mad," he repeats, his voice low and uncertain.

"Juggy, I know when you're pissed," she toys, walking her fingers along his chest. She brings her lips to his ear, his body shuttering with the tickle of her breath against his lobe. "Is someone jealous?"

With force, he grabs her wrists, shoving her back roughly with her hands held at her chest. She searches his eyes as he scowls, slowly walking her back to lean against the cold hard shower wall.

"You gonna let him kiss you," he grits.

Betty shakes her head, earning a hard kiss on the mouth, her wrists still captured between them. His hips press forward until his rising erection is flush against her abdomen.

"Jug," she manages breathlessly between kisses.

"Let me touch you," he pleads.

His eyes are so hopeful, all Betty can do is agree with a nod. And just like that, his lips are back on hers as his hand travels downward between them. He dips his index finger between her slit and her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she clutches onto him, startled by the sensation. His fingers explore every inch of her slick folds, flicking at her pearled bud and losing himself in the sound of her breathless moaning against his ear. He's startled by the wrapping of her hand around his length, a short grunt escaping his lips as his eyes flick up to meet hers. She proceeds to suck her lower lip between her teeth, a nervous habit he's always had a terrible weakness for, as she begins to move her hand slowly along his length. He challenges her with the nudge of his finger just inside her entrance, urging a sharp gasp to pair with her widened eyes. She whimpers softly as he eases his index finger inside, carefully inserting it to his knuckle and curling it forward to press against the soft flesh he finds there.

"Juggy," she breathes, her hand now stilled around his length as her other one grips his forearm.

With a reassuring kiss to her lips, he slips another finger inside, earning the slightest squeak of discomfort.

"Too much," he checks in.

Betty only shakes her head, her eyes closing as she tries to focus on the weight of his cock in her hand. She begins to stroke him carefully, her movements a bit jagged with the new sensation of his fingers pumping inside her walls. She's startled slightly by his hand covering hers, urging her to squeeze him harder, a low groan escaping his lips as she follows his lead. His hand drops away, but she keeps up the movement, growing hotter with each breathy moan that falls from his lips. His fingers feel incredible and the way his thumb swirls against her bundle of nerves has her quickly coming undone.

"Juggy," she breathes, "Oh Jug, I think Im-" Her breath catches in her throat, a string of moans escaping with her exhale, her grip on his length falling away to clutch at his back. He holds her up against the weakness of her knees, his fingers working her through it until she's left panting in his arms.

As she regains her breath, her fingers wrap around his length, a choked out groan rising from his chest.

"Let's get out of the shower," he breathes, earning a pout of her pretty pink lips as he gently tugs her hand away.

Jughead turns off the water before pulling back the curtain, offering Betty a towel first before grabbing one for himself. They dry off in silence, Betty unable to take her eyes off his hardened member until it's covered by the towel around his waist. He leads her out of the bathroom with a hand at her lower back and into their bedroom. She watches him curiously as he closes the door.

He lingers for a moment before turning to face her, stepping closer to slip his fingers into the hair at the back of her head. Their lips draw nearer, brushing together ever so slightly before he captures them in a tender kiss. She melts against him, her fingers traveling down his dampened chest to curl into the towel around his waist as he walks her backwards. The backs of her knees bump the edge of his bed before he lowers her onto it, urging her backwards onto the pillows as he crawls over her. Her fingers tug at his towel, releasing it to bare his swollen member. With only her fingertips, she grazes the underside of his length, his breathing shaky as his cock springs upward. He groans against her lips as his hips thrust forward to grind his tortured cock against the damp skin of her inner thigh.

"God I want to fuck you," he whines into the crook of her neck, shuttering with the sensation of his engorged tip nudging at her slit.

"Juggy, I-"

"I know," he breathes, silencing her with a finger against her lips.

He draws away, dropping down beside her to take a few steadying breaths. He's absolutely reeling, but he would never pressure her into anything, especially this.

"Will you," he questions hopefully.

Betty only nods, capturing her lip as she sits up beside him. She hesitates before grazing his length with her fingertips. Intrigued by the wetness collected at his tip, she drags her index finger through it and Jughead lets a shaky sigh. He waits patiently, allowing her to explore his body, but he's never been more desperate to get off. After a near agonizing amount of time being tortured with light touches and the swirling of her thumb in the seemingly endless supply of precum at his tip, her hand finally closes around his length, drawing a deep grunt as his head snaps up to look down at her. Her grip tightens perfectly as she begins to stroke him from base to tip and his head falls back against the pillows. Every stroke brings him closer to the edge, but he needs more.

"Betts," he breathes, her movement faltering as she brings her gaze to his. "Go a little faster."

Betty only nods, turning her attention back to his throbbing cock as she picks up the pace.

"Fuck," he groans, "just like that baby. Oh god, I'm gonna cum." His eyes squeeze shut, his toes curling as he spills over her knuckles, trying desperately to hold onto the feeling of getting off at her hand.

As his abdomen quivers, his chest heaving with his panting breaths, Betty leans down to suck just his tip between her lips.

"Betty," he groans. "You're gonna get me going again if you keep doing that."

"Sorry," she apologizes, a shy smirk on her lips.
A light chuckle shoots through his nose as he sits up to kiss her head. "Clothes and bed before Pea gets home. It's late."

Betty only nods, standing from the bed to find some pajamas with a watchful eye on Jughead as he wipes himself up with his towel.

After school the next day, Jughead insists on waiting outside the school with Betty until Archie shows up. The whole thing is awkward for sure, but it's too late now to back out and Betty is hopeful that she might at least gain a friend out of the night.

"Would you relax," Betty chuckles, raising a brow at Jughead who's currently bouncing his knee uncontrollably beside her on the steps.

"How can I relax," he argues. "You do realize he thinks this is a date right?"

"What do you want me to do Jug," she retorts, "just be like, oh hey, I can't hang out even though I said I could because I'm messing around with my sort of brother."

"That's all we're doing," he questions lowly.

Betty shrugs, "Isn't it?"

Before he can utter another word or argue that its more than that to him, Archie arrives with that stupid picture perfect smile on his face, hollering out the passenger side window for Betty to get in. Jughead bites his tongue, offering only a tight lipped smile as he watches her go.

The ride to Pop's from Southside High is thankfully a quick one. Betty has never been so nervous in her life. Regardless of her intentions to just befriend Archie, he still thinks this is a date and she dreads the flirty advances she knows will arise sooner than later. When they arrive at Pop's, Archie is nothing but a gentleman, opening her door and offering her a hand out of his truck, holding the door for her as they go inside, and gesturing for her to sit first when they reach their table. She can't help but find him sweet, but it pales in comparison to the unconditional doting she's received from her brother's throughout her life. (Maybe she should stop calling him that...)

Conversation comes easily between them, and they talk about everything from their childhood to their future aspirations. It's pleasant and comfortable enough that Betty actually finds herself having a good time. He's easy to talk to and the fact that he's both funny and charming brings her to realize he is absolutely boyfriend material. Probably the best boyfriend any girl could hope to have. It's almost too bad that girl is not going to be her.

After Archie pays the bill, ever the gentleman that he is, he ushers her out the door with a hand at the small of her back. She's surprised by the confidence in his grasp as he takes her hand to lead her out to the truck. He returns her shy grin with a smirk that should leave her swooning, but all she feels is bad. She feels terrible for being dishonest and leading him on like this, but he's too kind. It's going to crush her to see the look on his face when she has to turn him down. She has absolutely no idea what she's going to do if he tries to kiss her, and she'd promised Jughead that wouldn't happen.

The ten minute drive to the Twilight Drive In is spent chatting about the movies they've seen. Betty shares with him the time Sweet Pea and Jughead had brought her here to see her first movie on the big screen. She was six, the boys eight, and they'd hoisted her up over the chain link fence, complaining the whole time that she was heavier than a bag of bricks. They'd wound up climbing on top of the projection booth after Sweet Pea had stolen a bag of cherry licorice from the bed of someone's truck. Betty fell asleep not fifteen minutes into the movie.

It's early enough that they get their choice on a spot, parking the truck at a good distance from the screen between both the concession stand and the restrooms. As the sun goes down, the lot fills in, and the low hum of chatter swirls around them. Archie had planned this whole thing out so nicely that she only feels worse for keeping this going. He'd thought to pad the bed of his truck with pillows and blankets, and an extra throw just big enough that they'd have to cuddle together to both be warm. He'd even brought an extra sweatshirt for her in case it gets too chilly.

"This is nice," Betty tells him softly as he finishes spreading out the last blanket.
Archie smiles shyly and pats the spot beside him for her to sit. She climbs up into the bed of the truck and takes the offered spot.

"Well, well. Taking out the trash Andrews," Chuck sneers as he approaches Archie's truck. Three other Bulldogs follow behind and Archie looks thoroughly unimpressed.

"What do you want Chuck," Archie sighs.

"Me? Nothing," he shrugs. "It's just so nice to see you taking one for the team."

"What is he talking about," Betty cuts in.

"Chuck-"

"Oh, he didn't tell you," Chuck says with feigned disbelief. "See, it's required that each bulldog fulfill a charitable act each season. Guess you're his."

With tears welling in her eyes, she glances frantically between all the faces staring at her, teasing and taunting as they laugh.

"Betty-"

"Save it," she clips, jumping down from the truck to get away as quickly as she can. She hears Archie calling to her and the muffled anger in his voice as he scolds his friends, but she continues on. She's never been so humiliated in her life. Of course this wasn't actually a date, of course he would be so endearing and kind. It was a pity date! A fucking pity date!

Betty walks home in a huff of anger. She doesn't even remember crossing the bridge over Sweetwater but she must have. She slams the door behind her as she enters the trailer and heads straight for her bedroom.

"Betty-" Jughead mutters with concern.
The moment she hears his voice everything comes crashing down. Fat tears sting her eyes as they roll over her lashes and he's got her wrapped up in his arms in an instant.

"Hey, woah, what happened princess," he asks gently as he eases her onto the bed with him.

"It-" she sniffles. "It was a-" Her voice trails off with her tears, becoming inaudible as she buries her face in his chest.

"It was what," he worries.

"A pity date," she almost yells. "A fucking pity date."

Jughead's jaw sets, his nostrils flaring as he fights to keep his cool. "You tell me what happened right now," he demands.

"Everything was fine," she sniffles. "It's so much worse because everything was fine. I felt so awful leading him on, he was so sweet, and it was all fake." She pauses, wiping her eyes and feeling completely pathetic. She didn't even want to date Archie anyways, but it doesn't hurt any less being made a fool. "Chuck was at the drive in-"

"If he fucking touched you-"

"No," she shakes her head. "He said Archie was just fulfilling his charitable act for football. I don't know."

"That's fucking bullshit," he grits, standing abruptly and storming out the door.

"Where are you going," she calls, but Jughead's already halfway to his dad's truck.

He barely remembers the drive to the Northside, his jaw clenching and unclenching, his fists in a white knuckled hold on the steering wheel. He haphazardly parks the truck in front of the Andrews' house and marches up the steps in a blind fury. He pauses at the door, pacing as his anger bubbles before letting himself in.

Upstairs, he cracks his knuckles before storming into Archie's bedroom and decking him square in the nose, knocking him straight off his desk chair.

"What the fuck," Archie groans, his eyes watering profusely as he cups his nose.

"A pity date," Jughead seethes. "You took her on a fucking pity date?"

"Wha- no. Jesus christ," he curse as he scoots back on the floor to dodge Jughead's second swing. "Chill out man."

"Chill out," Jughead laughs humorlessly. "Explain to me how I can chill out when she's at home crying because some fucking douchebag took her on a charity date."

"I didn't," Archie argues as he gets up off the floor. "Fuck. Come on Jug, you know me. You really think I would do that?"

Jughead only stares, his chest heaving with anger as his fists clench and unclench at his sides.

Archie sighs. "I swear to you, it was a real date. We were having a good time and then Chuck just came over running his mouth."

"And none of it was true," Jughead bites doubtfully. "She gets enough shit without your help."

"Jughead, I swear," he pleads. "I like her."

Jughead nods, biting at the inside of his cheek. "Well you can't have her."

"Look, I get it. You're pissed. Hell, I'm pissed," he scoffs. "Would you just let me explain this whole thing to her and maybe we could try again?"

Jughead shakes his head and swipes his hand over his face out of frustration. "You can talk to her, at least make her understand that Chuck's a lying piece of dog shit, but you can't date her."

"And why not," Archie questions a bit defensively.

Jughead is at a complete loss for words. How does he even answer that? He can't tell Archie he's in love with her, he's just barely admitted it to himself.

Archie nods in realization, his brows pulling together in concern. "I thought she was your sister?"

"Only by choice," he mumbles. His hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck as he carefully brings his gaze up from the floor. "You just- You can't have her, ok?"

Archie only nods, feeling a bit crushed, but he can see so clearly how much Betty means to Jughead. "We good?"

Jughead nods. "Yea we're good."

Back at home, Jughead drops his keys on the counter before slumping down onto the couch. His head drops back as he fists his eyes, a disgruntled sigh escaping his lips. His head snaps up to meet Betty's gaze, startled by the weight of her settling over his lap. Her thighs rest either side of his hips as she nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck and he wraps his arms around her without hesitation.

"You ok," he questions gently, turning his head to press a kiss to her temple.

Betty only nods and settles a little deeper into his embrace.

"Love you Juggy," she mutters into his neck.

Jughead's heart rate picks up, the words he's said to her a million times before catching in his throat. It's something they've told each other countless times, but it's different now.

"Jug," she questions as she sits up from his chest.

"Yea, sorry, I just-" he pauses, swallowing hard as he's captured by her glossy green gaze. "Nothing, nevermind."

"What is it," she wonders softly, her hands coming up to cup his cheeks as their foreheads come together.

Jughead shakes his head before tilting upward to press a firm kiss to her lips.

Betty pulls back momentarily, seeming to assess what's going on in his head before she replaces her mouth on his. Their lips move seamlessly together, tongues tangling together as Jughead brings a hand up to the back of her head. His other hand grips at her ass, dragging her forward over his rising erection and she sighs against his lips. Everything falls away as they get lost in each other, the friction between their hips urging low moans and silent whimpers to mingle between their lips.

The clearing of a throat behind them startles them apart, Betty quickly shuffling out if his lap to sit at the other end of the couch as he tugs a throw pillow over his lap. Their guilty faces meet Sweet Pea's scolding glare and just like that he's gone, shutting himself in their bedroom with the door slamming behind him.

"Fuck," Jughead curses, his hands raking into his hair as his head drops back.

"Juggy," Betty worries, urging him to look at her with confliction.

"I'll talk to him," he sighs.

"Wait," Betty pleads with urgency, tugging him back by the wrist as he moves past the couch. She stands on the couch cushion to kiss him tenderly, leaving him nearly breathless as she pulls away. "In case he kills you."

Jughead rolls his eyes, an almost laugh huffed through his nose as he walks away. He hesitates for a long time just outside their bedroom door before finally pushing it open.

"Can we talk," he asks nervously as he enters the room.

Sweet Pea only nods, his gaze fixed on the ceiling above his bed.

Jughead clears his throat, awkwardly rocking back on his heels as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

"I love her," is all he manages, his voice low as if he's just admitted to a terrible crime.

"I know," Sweet Pea replies just as lowly. "I've always known."

Jughead takes a step back, surprised by Sweet Pea's response as he sits up from the bed.

"You fuck her?"

Jughead shakes his head almost urgently.

Sweet Pea nods slowly, his hand coming up to scratch at his scalp. "Look. I'm not gonna give you the go ahead to nail my sister, but I'm not like, gonna kill you if you do."

Jughead only nods, Sweet Pea lying back down as he slowly backs out of the room.

"You love me?"

Jughead's eyes widen, his hand dropping from the doorknob and for a moment, he's frozen.

"I love you too," she says just above a whisper as he slowly turns around to face her.

"You do," he questions dumbly.

Betty only nods, a giddy smile stretching her lips and creasing the corner of her eyes.

Without another moment's hesitation, Jughead dives forward, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. Their hands are everywhere, gripping at fabric and exposed skin in an attempt to ground themselves here, in this moment, together. Betty's back hits the wall with a thud, the both of them breaking apart to laugh silently as they wait for Pea to come out and scold them.

"Dad's place," he questions with a quirked brow.

Betty bites her lip, nodding as she stares up at him with hooded lids. Unable to resist, he presses his hips against hers and draws her lip from her teeth with the pad of his thumb only to capture it between his own with a gentle tug. He takes a reluctant step back as they part before leading her out of the house and across the lot to FP's trailer.

The moment the door closes behind them, they're all over each other. Mouths peppering kisses everywhere and anywhere they can reach as their hips move together. The anticipation of what might happen has Jughead straining painfully behind his zipper and he's near desperate to relieve the ache. He's startled by Betty's firm hands against his chest, shoving him back a step so she can lead him to the couch. He can barely think straight as it is and when she shoves him down and climbs into his lap all he can focus on is the heat of the friction between them.

"Juggy," she coos against his ear. "I want you."

"Fuck," he breathes. "You have me baby. All of me."

"No Juggy," she shakes her head. "I want you inside me."

Jughead nearly chokes on a jagged breath, his hands stilling her hips as he stares up at her with concern. "Betts, we don't have to."

"I want to," she assures him.

No sooner than Jughead nods in agreement does FP come stumbling out into the kitchen, his tired eyes widening at the sight before him.

"Dammit dad," Jughead grumbles.

"Shit, sorry, don't mind me," he stammers, grabbing a water from the fridge and hurrying back to his room.

"Fuck. I'm sorry," he apologizes, knowing the moment has passed with Betty's recoil onto the couch beside him.

"It's ok," she assures him. "Maybe your dad's couch isn't the best place for this anyways."

Jughead only nods, his head dropping to the back of the couch with a heavy sigh. A startled groan escapes his lips with the drag of Betty's hand over the still prominent bulge in his jeans. He remains still, his eyes closed as she rubs him over his jeans. It's near agonizing, the pressure sending a new rush of blood straight to his cock, making him achingly harder, but the restraint of his zipper holds him back almost painfully. With urgency he pulls open his jeans, his fingers fumbling with the button before a sigh of relief escapes him with the released pressure.

"Fuck Betts," he groans as he watches her hand grip him over the thin fabric of his boxers. "I need to cum so fucking bad."

"Tell me what to do," she says just above a whisper.

"Anything," he breathes, but the uncertain nip of her lip urges him to go on. "Pull it out."

Betty obeys immediately, tugging his waistband carefully over his throbbing arousal before looking to him for further instruction.

"Just touch me baby," he pleads. "Do whatever you want."

Betty nods slowly before wrapping one of her small hands around his length, a slight hiss escaping his lips as she begins to stroke him. She's quick to pick up the pace, drawing stifled moans from his lips as she strokes him from base to tip. A sharp gasp escapes him, his head snapping up in time to watch her swallow his length.
"Oh fuck," he cries out, unable to hold back as the heat of her mouth surrounds him.
His hand drops to the back of her head, guiding her movements as she bobs up and down in his lap. It takes everything he has to resist the urge to push her down further but he's unable to stop the movement of his hips as he fucks upward into her mouth.
"Shit baby, keep doing that," he groans as she forces him past the squeeze of her throat. "I'm gonna cum," he warns. "Betty," he tries again when she doesn't pull away, a strangled moan cutting him off as he spills hot and thick on her tongue.
Jughead can only stare in wonder as Betty pulls away, his tip slipping from her lips as she sucks him clean. She sits back on her heels, wincing only slightly as she swallows it down before getting up to get a drink from the fridge. Jughead is nearly beside himself trying to figure out where she'd learned that as he does up his pants.
"Toni," she says out of nowhere as she takes a seat beside him on the couch.
"What?"
"Your face says it all Jug," she giggles. "I asked Toni and she made me watch a ridiculous amount of highly inappropriate videos."
Jughead can't help but laugh at the blush on her cheeks. How she can be so shy about it after blowing him like that is completely ridiculous and she's so fucking cute it almost hurts.
"Did I mention that I love you," he laughs, ringing an arm around her neck to tug her against him.
"Mm, you may have," she teases, earning a playful poke in the side.