Bughead One shots

The honeymoon

Backstory: Betty and Jughead finally got married and were now on their honeymoon.

Warning: There is like a bit of smut but it's not really detailed and it's tiny.

In the dim room Betty laid sprawled out over the silk covers only in her cherry red lingerie that Cheryl had helped her pick out even though it was her iconic colour. Finally after what felt like hours her lover appeared from the bathroom, wrapped in only his skin tight underwear. "Betts-" Jughead smirked, biting down onto his peachy bottom lip, glancing at the pile of her clothes on the floor. Betty hushed him, using her finger and brought it to her curved lips. She slowly pushed herself up from the bed and walked towards him. His scent intoxicated her as she approached him, the smell that made her desire him more then she already did. Her thumb reached up to his lips and pulled the bottom one out from between his pearly teeth. Jughead's hands instantly travelled up to cup her neck.

Every kiss became more intense- breathing heavily, hearts racing faster. Jughead's hands were tangled in Betty's hair, he loved the softness, and how it tumbled to her shoulders or the bed sheets when he released it. And before they knew it, they're both bare naked with their bodies moving softly together. With her toes curls, and her lips caught in a long kiss with her tongue intertwined with his, Betty caressed his broad shoulders. But it stopped all at once, as Jughead pulled away from her, making a small whimper escape from her bruised lips. Betty furrowed her eyebrows at him, still holding onto his shoulders as his face ghosted hers. "I love you, Betty Jones." He smiled, kissing the corner of her mouth softly. "I love you too, Juggie Jones." Betty giggled. Jughead began to kiss every inch of her body, slowly, with his hands gripped onto her waist, not breaking eye contact from her.

That night the two writhing bodies became as close as two souls could be. Both drunk on love.

Waking up to the quiet snores that Jughead made, tangled in his arms with his face nuzzled into the crease of her neck was something Betty would never get over. It felt so right. Their bodies were made for each other, he was her puzzle piece that she was missing, and she was his. Betty ran her fingers through Jughead's messy hair, watching as his curls fell back onto his forehead. Jughead smiled against her skin and propped a kiss there. "Morning baby," He hummed, tightening his arms around her. "how are you?" He asked, dropping his head back so he could see her emerald green eyes. "Well I'm as happy as any girl would be on her honeymoon." She smiled. They both shared a sweet kiss before unwrapping themselves from each other and changing into some clothes.

Betty was wearing her black coloured bikini, with a thin throw over. She knew Jughead wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her, he craved her more when she wore black or red. Betty was sat on her bed that was in the middle of their suit, waiting for Jughead to appear. "Jughead, what are you doing?" She questioned as she fiddled with the rim of the fabric that was hanging over her. "The hot water isn't working. I might have to go down to the reception and ask for a new room or at least a place to shower." He sighed, finally merging from the bathroom only wrapped in a towel. Betty groaned, annoyed. She wanted to start the day. Not only was she tired from the lack of sleep the night before but she was starving. "I'll be back in a few minutes," Jughead said as he pulled on some fresh underwear and trousers. Betty threw him his top and he quickly pulled it over him before pecking her lips and grabbing the door card. "Love you, Bye." Was the last things Betty could make out that he was saying before he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Betty took this as a chance to check up on Veronica so she unattached the wire from her phone and pressed the green FaceTime button. After only a few seconds of the ringing sound, Veronica's smiling face appeared on Betty's phone screen. "Hey, Mrs Jones. Im going to have to change your contact name." The girl gleamed, waving at Betty. "Everyones going to be calling me that for a while, not that i mind." Betty laughed and her golden curly hair bounced on her shoulders. "Where's the other Jones? i didn't think he'd let you spend a minute there not with him." Ronnie asked, stretching her neck up, trying to see behind Betty even though that wouldn't help her see any better. "The hot water has cut out so he's in the lobby complaining about it or something. You'd think girls take longer then him but he's worse then Cheryl at getting changed. I just want to eat, i'm starving." Betty pouted as she held her hand on her stomach. "Eat one of those chocolate bars I got you, whilst you're waiting." Veronica suggested, pointing to the small rucksack behind Betty. Betty grabbed the bag and unzipped it before rummaging through it and pulling out one of the many bars of chocolate. She carefully ripped of the plastic wrapper to insure the chocolate wouldn't break and crumble on the bed. She bit into the bar, but instantly regretted it once she had swallowed it. Betty felt her stomach flip as she clenched onto her mouth, running towards the toilet. She emptied what was once the last meal she had from yesterday, down the toilet. Betty gripped her hands onto the lid, still feeling the sick force its way through her throat and out of her mouth. "B, are you okay?!" Veronica yelled from the phone that had been dropped on the floor. Betty tried to answer but only managed to throw up more with a groan.