I apologize for this being super short, but I thought the prompt was too cute and it didn't need too much extra. I'd love if you sent me prompts because I have no original ideas haha. Hope you enjoy 3
Prompt:
Imagine that your OTP is watching TV and Wendy's commercial for their ghost pepper fries comes on. When the TV goes "it's perfect if you're hot for spice," Person A turns to Person B and asks them "you know who I'm hot for?" and tackles them onto the couch.
With their homework done and the house empty, Betty and Jughead lounged on the couch in front of the Cooper's television. They had a chosen a channel playing a detective show, hoping to gain some skills. Both of them were unknowingly finding ways to touch each other while they sat there, hooked by the suspense of the show. Jughead had entwined his fingers in the curls of Betty's hair while she was mindlessly tracing patterns on his jeans with her fingertips.
The show turned to a commercial break making both of them sigh in exasperation. A Wendy's commercial came on the screen, advertising its ghost pepper fries. Jughead and Betty watched disinterested as it says, "It's perfect if you're hot for spice."
Jughead smirks and turns his head to Betty, leaning towards her ear and tickling it with the words, "You know who I'm hot for?" His hot breath makes Betty shiver. She smiles slyly and plays along.
"You've got me," she says in a low voice, making Jughead's stomach flip. Dang, she did things to him.
"I'll give you a hint," he responds in a whisper. He reaches a hand to cradle the side of her face and turn her towards him. Their faces are centimeters apart and Betty leans in to close the space, but before she can, Jughead's other hand finds its way to a ticklish spot on Betty's stomach.
Betty jerks back in reaction and falls onto the couch as she squeals, "Juggie!"
He continues his quest to find her most tender spots and obtain as many giggles as he can. He loves feeling her squirm under his touch. He finally stops when she's out of breath saying, "Jughead, stop! I can't breathe!" with giggles and wheezes between each word.
Jughead relieves her as he stops, leaning over her, hands on the couch beside her head. She breathes deeply under him, staring at him with an annoyed but affectionate look.
He smiles at how cute she looks with her hair all messed up and her shirt wrinkled. He leans down to capture her breathless lips in his, the TV behind them, long forgotten.