Authors note: Smut warning
On the road again, the awkward silence of the previous night makes a reappearance and Betty can't stand it. After they had been so carefree at the diner, how can it just return to the deafening silence and weird side glances?
"Juggy," Betty whines purposefully, giving him her best smirk.
"Betty," he warns, shooting her a quick glare before returning his eyes to the road.
"Juggy, can I pleeease turn on some music," she pleads with her best puppy dog eyes.
"No way," he laughs, "Sorry princess."
"Awe come on Jug," she groans, crossing her arms over her chest, "How can you not like music?"
"I do like music. I don't like the crap they call music in between all the commercials and the radio show hosts that think they're way funnier than they are," he says sternly.
Ignoring him entirely, she turns on the radio anyways. The song that comes on confirms his claim of crappy music, but Betty happens to know the words. She decides to annoy him further by belting out the lyrics, complete with overly exaggerated dance moves in her seat. At first Jughead is certain his ears are going to start bleeding, but before long he's thoroughly enjoying her foolishness. He can't remember the last time he laughed so much, watching her sing terrible radio karaoke and flail about like one of those inflatable balloon men they display at cheap car dealerships.
"Alright princess," he laughs, "That's enough of that." He quickly clicks off the radio in time for a commercial break and Betty can't stop smiling at him. She honestly can't remember the last time she felt so happy and free.
A few hours go by and as they cross over Texas's state line, Betty nearly cries out in joy at a rest area sign. Jughead drives right past the exit and she smacks him in the arm.
"Ow, what was that for," he groans, scowling with a slight smirk on his lips.
"I have to pee and you just blew by my only chance," she clips, glaring as she crosses her arms in a huff.
"Oh shit," he laughs, finding her terribly cute when she's angry. "Sorry. I'm not exactly used to having to consider someone else's bladder when I'm driving," he apologizes with just a hint of amusement. Before Betty can scold him further, he pulls off onto the side of the road. Betty looks out her window then back at him with a questioning brow.
"You can't be serious," she complains dryly, "There aren't even any trees or shrubs." Jughead rolls his eyes before getting out of the truck and coming around to her side. He opens the door and Betty climbs down reluctantly.
"Squat by the tire and I'll block the view of your ass," he suggests. Betty looks at him as if he's grown a second head. "Do want to pee or not," he laughs, "You're not really in a position to argue right now princess."
"Fine," she agrees reluctantly. Jughead turns his back to her, standing close enough to block any passerby from catching a glimpse of her backside. Hesitantly, she pulls her pants down and squats beside the tire. She feels weirdly exposed with him standing just behind her and she's quick to hike up her pants when she's finished. They get back in the truck and not a word is spoken of it again.
As they travel through Texas, Betty recalls her first trip through and remembers that the club where she'd made the most money isn't too far away.
"Hey jug? Could we maybe make a stop in an hour or so," she asks quietly.
"Uh, yea, where at," he asks figuring they could spare an hour or two.
"It's called Oroboros. It's a-"
"A strip club. Yea I know," he admits, disgusted with himself for knowing the exact place. "What do you need to go there for?"
"I, uhm. I'm sort of out if money," she admits sheepishly.
"Nope, no way. I'll pay for whatever you need," he decides, not wanting her to demean herself for a few measly dollars.
"That's really sweet of you to offer, but I can't keep using your money Jughead. Please? I actually kind of like dancing," she tells him, glancing out of the corner of her eye to gauge his reaction. He's surprisingly calm, but his jaw is set a bit firmer than it had been previously.
"Fine," he grits, not at all happy with the idea.
They reach Oroboros just in time for the lunch rush and Betty hurries inside. Jughead refused to go in. He's been to his fair share of strip clubs and something about Betty getting naked for strangers has him unsettled. He's afraid if he goes in there, he might get into it with anyone that looks at her wrong, or just looks at her for that matter.
An hour goes by and they need to be getting back on the road soon. Jughead waits another ten minutes before deciding he's going to have to go in and get her. Inside, he's met with flashing lights, loud music, and people that are far too drunk for the middle of the day. Almost immediately, two brunettes in matching pink lingerie are hanging off of each of his arms and trying to coax him into a lap dance. He can't stand their clinginess and when one of them grazes him through his jeans he shakes them off harshly, earning a glare from a nearby bouncer. He doesn't have to look far before he spots Betty.
On center stage, he finds his blonde companion, her already mile long legs somehow longer and leaner with the clear platform heels on her feet. He meant to look away, he really had, but her tight little body is mesmerizing under the lights. Her tiny black thong hardly manages to cover her slit and her black lace bra reveals the barbells through each of her nipples. Jughead swallows hard when her eyes lock with his. He's sure he's in trouble for looking, but instead of scolding him, she shoots him a wink then gracefully unhooks her bra and tosses it aside. She crawls on her hands and knees toward the edge of the stage where a couple of older men are seated. Jughead can hardly breathe as he watches her cup her full breasts and tug at the barbells on their peaks. The older men in front of her slip dollar bills into her G-string and he feels a pang of jealousy settle heavy in his gut. Shaking his head of the very dirty things he's thinking, he moves to the stage and motions for her to come towards him. Betty crawls over to him and leans out over the edge of the stage to hear him better.
"We have to go or I'm gonna be behind schedule," he tells her, trying desperately not to look at her perfect, bouncy, naked breasts.
"Ok Juggy," she purrs against his ear, daring to nip at his earlobe with her teeth. Jughead squeezes his eyes shut, his jaw clenching as he attempts to ward off his arousal. What is she trying to do to him? At this rate, he's going to need to find a way to get off and soon.
Betty finishes her dance before collecting her things and settling up with the manager. Jughead heads out ahead of her and waits in the truck. He contemplates if he has enough time to rub one out quickly but he decides against it. He's just going to have to suffer.
When Betty gets in the truck, she's practically beaming as she eyes the wad of cash in her hand. Jughead can't even look at her without picturing her naked. He'd thought about it before, of course he had, but now that he's seen it, he's having a hard time not thinking about it.
"You want to tell me what the fuck that was," he clips and Betty's smile falters, her expression turning to one of confusion.
"I'm sorry," she questions and he rolls his eyes.
"Come on Betty, don't play dumb. What are you trying to do here," he asks pointing frantically between them.
"I don't know, I was just having fun. I thought anyways. I'm sorry," she apologizes looking a bit guilty.
"Fuck," he mutters to himself. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone in there." He wipes his sweaty palms off on his jeans and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Its fine Jughead. I don't mind," she says reassuringly.
"Well I do," he clips. "Do you know how long it's been since I've fucked something other than my god damn hand," he clips, "No, of course you don't, and now, you teasing me all day and your tits- Fuck, your tits baby girl. You're always fucking with me and I haven't gotten off since I picked you up and fuck do I need to!" His rant ends with his fingers raked back into his hair as he drops his head back against the seat, his eyes closed and his breathing staggered.
"So just get off," she shrugs. Jughead lifts his head and looks to her as if she's absolutely insane.
"You're fucking with me right," he questions and Betty shrugs again.
"It's not a big deal. Do you want me to step out for a minute," she asks as she reaches for the door.
"What? No. Fuck. Can we just go," he whines and Betty can't help but find him sort of cute as he battles with his own dilemma. Honestly, she doesn't understand what the big deal is. She has been a little bit cruel to him today and she finds it oddly satisfying that she can get him going. Hell, she'd probably do it for him if he'd let her.
The two of them travel in silence for a few miles until Jughead settles down.
"So how much did you make," he asks, finally breaking the silence between them.
"$1200," she replies.
"$1200? In an hour and a half," he asks in surprise.
"Yea," she laughs, "If I'd stayed longer I probably could have gotten those two old guys to buy a couple lap dances."
"Betts, I know we just met and you hardly have any reason to listen to me, but I really wish you wouldn't sell yourself like that," he tells her shyly.
"It's just an occasional thing. I haven't done it in about two years," she assures him. "After high school, I hitchhiked to L.A. and it was the quickest way to make money, so I took advantage of it. And I wasn't lying when I said I liked it. I don't care for the dirty old men touching me part, but something about being watched when I take my clothes off just feels so empowering. It's like I have complete control over what someone is seeing and I decide when and if they get the whole show. It's exciting."
Jughead again can hardly contain his arousal. Just the thought of her wanting to be watched while she strips naked has him feeling desperate.
"Fuck," he groans as he bites at his knuckle.
"Juggy, can I ask you something," she wonders, breaking through the silence that has begun to linger between them. Jughead shrugs and eyes her expectantly as he continues to watch the road. "How long has it been, since, you know?"
"I was nineteen," he replies without looking at her. "I'm twenty five if that helps," he adds.
"I'm sorry," she questions in surprise, "You haven't had sex in six years? You? But you're so, so... Jughead you're fucking hot," she argues, completely shocked at his claim.
"Yea well, being hot doesn't help any when you're a weird loner who hates to be touched and has no conversational skills whatsoever," he huffs, laughing at his own expense.
"You're not weird," she chuckles.
"I'm pretty weird. You see this beanie," he says pointing to his head. Betty grins and nods. "Ive been wearing this beanie since I was nine fucking years old. Why? Couldn't tell ya, but it probably has to do with the fact that I was neglected and homeless throughout my life and I don't know why I just told you that." He has absolutely zero idea why he just shared that with her and to his surprise, he doesn't regret it. Betty reaches over to him and places an assuring hand on his leg. He looks at it, then to her, and back at her hand on his thigh before patting it gently and setting it in her own lap. Betty doesn't take it as a loss, but an opportunity to try again later.
Night falls as they cross into Oklahoma and Jughead decides to pull into a truck stop. Betty had fallen asleep an hour ago and with no motels nearby, they're going to have to make due for the night. After parking the truck, Jughead pulls back the canvas divider that reveals his usual sleeping quarters. It's not a big bed, a little larger than a twin but Betty will be more comfortable there than in the front seat.
"Betts," he calls nudging her arm gently. "Hey there sleeping beauty, you want to lay down?"
Betty rubs her eyes and looks over to shoulder to where he's pointing.
"Has that been there the whole time," she chuckles sleepily.
"Uh, yea, but I didn't think you'd want to share a bed so I didn't bother with it," he shrugs, "We kind of have no choice tonight so I'll sleep in the front seat."
"No way. You're tall and you've been driving all day. I can sleep in the front," she argues but he won't have it. Betty lies down in his bed, making herself comfortable and takes in the scent of his sheets. They smell like him, a bit like nicotine and motor oil with an undertone of clean laundry and she finds it strangely comforting.
"Night Betts," he mutters softly as he lays his seat back. Betty watches him as he shifts and turns, trying and failing to get comfortable.
"Jughead, get over here. I won't bite," she laughs and he chuckles through his nose.
He hesitates before lying beside her on his back. They actually fit quite nicely, the only problem being that the entire left side of his body is touching her.
Betty feels his tension and shakes her head, "Relax Juggy."
"How can I relax when you're all over me," he complains.
"All over you? I'm hardly touching you," she rebuts then moves to straddle his hips and lay her weight against his chest. "This is all over you," she declares, nuzzling into him. "So which do you prefer," she teases.
"Honestly," he questions, his fingers itching to grab at her hips.
"Honestly," Betty assures.
"This, but you need to get off me," he says sternly.
"And why's that Juggy? Does it have something to do with this," she teases as she rolls her middle against the obvious stiffness in his jeans. He lets out a shaky breath and rolls her off of him roughly before sitting up.
"Fuck betty," he groans in frustration, "We just talked about this and you're still going to torture me?"
Betty rolls her eyes, "Just get off Jug. I won't watch," she promises, though she'd like to.
Jughead eyes her cautiously as she moves to the front seat. She makes a show of turning her back to him and he pulls the curtain between them closed roughly.
"You really won't look," he wonders as he palms himself through his jeans.
"I won't look," she promises.
Slowly, he unbuttons his jeans, carefully sliding the zipper down as he listens for movement in the front seat. Betty remains still and he proceeds to shove his boxers down and grips himself firmly. He bites back a groan, not wanting Betty to hear him before stroking himself with purpose. He tries to get it done quickly, with short fast strokes but he's never going to get there knowing Betty is right there.
The tiny whimpers and muffled groans Betty can hear are driving her wild and she wants desperately to do it for him.
"Jughead," she asks softly, trying her best not to startle him.
"Fuck. What," he groans, completely giving up on getting off.
"Could I maybe, uhm. Can I," she asks nervously.
"You- what? Betts if this is a joke, it is not funny," he whines.
"No joke Juggy. I want to. Can I? I can keep my eyes closed if you don't want me to look," she giggles and Jughead shakes his head. He can't even believe what he's about to say.
"I guess, but only if you really want to," he agrees with a lilt of worry in his voice, "I don't want this to be like a favor for giving you a ride or anything."
"I really want to," she whispers and his cock twitches at the thought of her hands on him.
Betty draws back the curtain slowly and finds Jughead with a balled up corner of the blanket covering his lap. She can't help but smile at his hesitancy and she can tell he's nervous.
"Do you think maybe I could try something first," she wonders aloud. Jughead nods slowly, watching her as she settles on the bed beside him. "Close your eyes," she murmurs. He follows her instructions, closing his eyes gently. Her gentle hand touches his cheek before her lips brush his ever so softly, overwhelming his senses with the sweetness of what he assumes to be strawberry lip balm on her lips. He forgets all about his hesitancy and pulls her into the kiss by the back of her head. Everything about her mouth on his feels so right and he doesn't want it to stop. Their tongues slide together, wrestling between their teeth and tickling at one another's pallets. Betty sighs against his lips and he decides here and now, he wants her. He needs her! His hands move to her chest and he palms at her perfect breasts. The beautiful, round, perky tits he's wanted so desperately to touch since he'd seen them earlier and now that he has them in his grasp, he hopes to drown in them. Betty moves to straddle him, pushing away the blanket from his lap. Hastily, he pushes her shirt up before pulling it over her head and suckling at the swell of her breasts. He pulls away her bra and buries his face between them before capturing a nipple and biting at the barbell between his teeth. Betty moans with his bite and he groans at the sweet sound of her pleasure. Eagerly, Betty pulls his shirt over his head and trails kisses from his pulse all the way down his toned abdomen until she reaches the trail of dark hair below his navel. His cock pulses with jolts of intense arousal as she kisses the sensitive skin all around his swollen member, never touching it, but urging him to moan with the anticipation.
"Oh fuck," he groans. He hasn't experienced pleasure like this in years and it has him coming undone far too quickly.
"You want me to suck your cock Juggy? I want to taste you," she purrs and he as good as done for.
"Shit baby girl," he whines, "suck it before I cum on that pretty face."
With that, she sinks his entire length into the back of her throat. Jughead damn near sees stars as her throat tightens around his overly sensitive tip.
"Oh, yea, fuck! Just like that baby," he cries out as he pushes and pulls her hair, forcing her to take him as deep as he can reach before letting her up for air and sinking her back down again.
"Shit, cup my balls baby. Fuck! I'm gonna cum. Oh shit, can I cum in your throat," he asks with a strained voice. Betty hums in reply and he lets go, crying out as he pulses thick and hot down the back of her throat. Betty hollows her cheeks as she releases him, sucking every drop from his tip before swallowing it down.
"God damn. That was so fucking good," he pants.
Betty giggles at his blissed out state and she an't help but feel proud that she'd gotten him to let go so completely.
"You're not going to regret this are you? I didnt mean to be so aggressive, you just... I- I mean, fuck," he chuckles and Betty kisses him on the cheek.
"I could never regret it, and don't even worry about it. I liked it as much as you did," she assures him as she pulls on his t-shirt and rids herself of her uncomfortable jeans.
"Yea," he questions, still a bit uncertain as he watches her get comfortable.
"Yes. Now let's get some sleep," she suggests as she lays down beside him. Jughead again stiffens at her side and she rolls her eyes, "Seriously jug. You just fucked my face and you can't even snuggle up to me for one night?"
"I can," he argues, "Just give me a second. Snuggling just makes me feel... Weird I guess."
"Well, you don't need to feel weird with me ok," she tells him and he nods. "Would you like it better if I snuggled you?"
Jughead shrugs and she rolls her eyes.
"Roll over." Jughead turns to face away from her and she snuggles up behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"Better," she questions, nuzzling her nose into the nape of his neck.
"Better," he agrees and it doesn't take long for them to drift off to sleep.
