Bughead Oneshots✨

Clingy days✨

"Do we have to go downstairs?" Jughead complained, head on Betty's chest as she combed her fingers through his hair, eyes on their TV.

"Yes, we do." Betty giggled.

"It's only one night a week that they ask for dinner with us, it's not much to ask, Juggie." Betty smiled, before placing a kiss into his curls.

She loved days like this.

When her anxiety just seemed to melt away at the touch of his hand.

He seemed to love it too.

Days when he couldn't stop touching her.

When he just wanted to cuddle her for hours on end and not move, except to confirm that they are still there when presented with the question "Are you still watching?".

"Come on, you need to get dressed." Betty spoke, gently, slowly starting to sit it up, prompting him to do the same.

"But I like being like this." He complained.

"Well I don't think my mom would appreciate you showing up to dinner like this..." Betty suggested.

Jughead looked down at himself, dressed only in his boxers.

"Everything's covered that needs to be covered." Jughead said, shrugging.

"Well I'd prefer it if this was my eyes only, babe. You wouldn't like it if I walked around the house like this, would you?" Betty asked.

Jughead sat up, his eyes scanning her body as she lay clad in a sports bra and booty shorts.

"Actually, I really would...if no one was around." Jughead smirked.

"Exactly, so get dressed." Betty demanded before hopping off the bed and walking over to the dresser.

Jughead just smirked, watching her from his relaxed position on the bed.

He watched as she crossed her arms and peeled her sports bra away from her body, turning her head back to look at him shyly before hooking on a plain t-shirt bra.

"I don't know why you do that." Jughead observed.

"Do what?" Betty questioned, tilting her head to the side and she unfolded one of Jughead's 'S' shirts.

"Turn away from me when you change." He smiled.

"I don't do that." She blushed, pulling the shirt over her head.

"You do." He chuckled.

"We've been living together for almost a year now and I'm...pretty sure I've seen you naked before." He smiled as he felt a twitch in his pants at the thought.

Betty shook her head and gestures towards his crotch.

"...and that's why I turn away from you. We'd never get around to doing anything if I faced you." Betty smiled.

"Yes, we would. We'd get around to sex." Jughead joked, before standing up and making his way over to her and opening up his dresser drawer, smirking at her before pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

"As if we don't get around that enough already." Betty rolled her eyes, pulling on some leggings.

She made her way over to the dressing table running a brush through her wild curls as Jughead pulled on another one of his S shirts before walking behind her and brushing her freshly brushed hair over to one shoulder.

He leaned down to pepper kisses along the slope of her neck whilst wrapping his arms tight around her body.

"I love you." He mumbled into her neck.