OTP Questions Fill Part 2 - Collection
Hi guys this is a collection of OTP questions that were asked a few months ago. I am compiling them all into this post, so that it is linked better on my master post as I try to clean it up a bit.
Please note these little drabbles are not new, so you may have read them before.
There is a ‘keep reading’ break after the bath prompt.
On a side note I would love to do another one of these lists and may have something up my sleeve for if I hit 1000 followers ‘wink, wink’
Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?
His hands were gripping the edge of the steel carriage, his knuckles turning white under the pressure. He managed to let out an exasperated ‘stop’ to her as she was bouncing around the small carriage in her seat. She stopped immediately to look at him quizically, before the relalisation hit her. Jughead Jones was scared of heights, correction, not scared, terrified. The color had drained from his already pale complexion and his eyes were wide. A sudden guilt overwhelmed her, here she had been moving from , pointing out landmarks to him and he had been begging her to sit still with him. She thought he was trying to be romantic, wanting her to snuggle close, hands linked with one another, possibly making out like so many of the other couples on the ride. But no it was because he was afraid and she hadn’t noticed too excited to see the worry and concern plastered on his face. She sat still quickly. She lay her hand over his, rubbing his knuckles gently, while whispering to him that it was okay, that she had him. He slowly loosened his grip, allowing her to take his hand in her own. She told him to look into her eyes and he did, not breaking his gaze until they eventually reached the bottom again. As they disembarked from the carriage she offered to treat him to whatever he wanted at Pop’s as way of apology. It was the first time she had ever heard him turn down food.
Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?
“You cannot be serious?” She chuckled making light of their situation. He had dragged her into the coat closet shortly after dinner.
“I am very serious.” His voice was low and had taken on that gravel like quality that sent a shiver through her right to her core.
“We are at a wedding, you have to make a speech very soon.” She tried to reason to him and in part to herself as well, reminding him of his commitment, appealing to his sense of loyalty.
“And you are wearing the most hideous bridemaid’s dress I have ever seen and yet.” He pressed his lips to her neck, breathing in her scent. “I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.” His hand squeezed her bottom through the dress for emphasis. She clutched at the lapel of his jacket, a moan escaping from her mouth, as she leaned into his touch.
His hand moved further down, bunching up the hideous green fabric as his hand stroked up the outside of her thigh. While his lips were still preoccupied with her neck, teasing and sucking at the delicate skin. She could feel her resolve dissipating and knowing that he would convince her. He had before. Her hands moved to his shirt, her fingers running up and down his suspenders.
“I know how you like those.” He smirked. She pulled one back letting it go, it hit his chest with a satisfying smack. “I can make it quick.” He said his lips returning to her neck.
“What every girl longs to hear.” She muttered, before she felt his fingers slip beneath the material of her panties, gasping she lost her resolve completely, hands moving to his hair to pull his lips crashing against her own.
They emerged from the closet shortly after, her straightening the bodice of her dress, him pulling the suspenders over his shoulders, jacket in hand. They casually took their seats again at the bridal table. Veronica gave them both a look, while her new husband Archie seemed oblivious to the pair.
“Did you two just?” She hissed at Betty, who immediately blushed and looked down at her plate confirming her suspicions.
“What can I say Veronica, weddings just get to me.” Jughead answered proudly.
Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?
She admired her handiwork, candles surrounding the oversized tub, the scent of vanilla and coconut filled the air from the freshly drawn bath. She was ready to wash away the stress of the last few days. She lowered her bathrobe, stepping into the bath, letting the sensation of the water overtake her. She lay her head back resting it against the edge, her fingertips moving slowly through the water, the sound of the sloshing water filling her ears.
She jumped at the sensation of lips on her forehead. Opening her eyes to find her boyfriend staring down at her.She instinctively moved her arms across her chest.
“I couldn’t resist.” He advised, his hands moving from her neck, to her shoulders and down her arm, disappearing momentarily under the water to continue to her wrist.
“I think there is room for two.” She said feeling bold. “It’s been a hard few days.” He smiled as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.
“It’s been a hard month.” He replied. She averted her eyes as his hands moved to his belt, hearing his pants drop to the floor shortly after, only returning to look as she felt the displacement in the water. “This is nice.” He said dreamily. Leaning his own head back, stretching out his leg coming in contact with hers. She stilled at the touch, it wasn’t as if they had not been intimate before but it was still new, they were still discovering each other. She noticed he had closed his eyes as he sank deeper into the water. She bit her bottom lip as she took in his form, the light flickering from the candles highlighted the angles of his face, and lower his collar bone and strong shoulders that she had clung onto more than once. A heat began to rise to her cheeks and she absent mindedly moved her leg up against his. His eyes opened at the touch, a questioning look on his face. Her eyes locked with his and she moved her leg against his thigh in a move she hoped came across as seductive rather than awkward. “I thought we were relaxing.” He said raising his eyebrows.
“There are different ways to relieve stress.” She said, purposefully lowering her voice. She could not believe those words had just left her mouth. He didn’t move, eyes challenging her to make another move. She moved towards him, trying not to slip as she braced herself with each arm on either side of the edge of the tub he was leaning against, her legs either side of his own. She placed a teasing kiss on his lips before raising herself out of his reach. He groaned at the loss of contact. His hand reached out to her waist holding her steady before it moved upwards brushing along the underside of her breast and she gasped at the contact. He shifted himself to recapture her lips, kissing her hard and hungry, before trailing them down her neck, across her collarbone while she continued to try not to lose her grip, while her heart pounded in her ears.
His hand groped the delicate flesh of her breast while she moaned her appreciation.
“Betty are you home!” She heard her mum shouting down the hallway, losing her grip she came crashing down on top of him and he caught her in his arms.
“Please tell me you locked the door when you came in.” She managed to say as they both turned towards the door with equal looks of horror.