the beauty in your bed
rating: E (NSFW)
ship: Betty (Date Everything) x wlw!Reader
tags: smut, consensual somnophilia, vaginal fingering, grinding, squirting, Betty grinds on a wet spot you left behind ahem
summary: Betty can't keep her hands to herself, can you blame her?
(ao3 link)
shoutout anons for feeding me this brainrot i need to go lay down now good god lmao
Before your alarm goes off, before the bird that keeps landing by your window gets a chance to sing, and before the sun has risen high enough above the neighbouring houses to bathe you in its light, you feel hands wrap around your midsection and pull you closer.
You're too comfortable in bed to fully wake, only enough to grunt as you adjust against your pillow. You wiggle your hips back, and drift back to the dream you were in. Warm and safe.
Betty bites onto her bottom lip behind you, suppressing the moan from you grinding your ass into her. She wants to wait, peeking at the clock behind her to let you get enough sleep but still having time to fool around before you're supposed to get up.
After dragging her tongue through your folds for hours until you were a drooling, weeping mess, you both had lost count of how many times you orgasmed. She was determined to keep you going, out of sheer curiosity of how much you could take of her. Something she planned to take advantage of in the future.
You tried to return the favour after the first two orgasms, but she pinned your hands above your head and ground her cunt against yours and made you cum on her.
She could've let herself relent and succumb to it, but didn't. Betty needed you, needed to only taste and smell you, have your juices coating her face. She had too much lost time to make up for.
Now?
She was going to combust.
Her fingers lift from your torso, one by one, until they’re all flexed out with her palm hovering above your stomach. She watches them twitch, eager to dip between your legs and continue what she started last night.
You’ve talked about it before, giving immediate consent when Betty mentioned how she wished to touch you while you slept. Something about how she’s always watched you before, longing to spread your legs and sink into you while you were so blissfully asleep.
She never tried to until today.
Luckily for her, you always sleep with a body pillow between your legs. Something to hold your knees between, to keep your spine aligned. Your leg was naturally pulled up while you slept on your side, giving her easy access to what she desired.
Betty slowly moves her arm from your side, gently trying to sneak it behind you while she scoots back enough to give herself room. You don’t shift away, thankfully.
She looks between your bodies and swallows down a moan at your perfect backside, bare and open for her wandering hands.
She slides her hand between your thighs and cups your hot core, still wet from everything hours ago. She whimpers at the feeling, her fingers finding your clit. She presses the pads of her fingertips to it, rubbing it with a gentle circle to test how asleep you really were.
You instinctively clench your thighs around her hand, pinning it there, but don’t move otherwise. She sits up, the blanket that was covering your bodies shifting down.
“Don’t worry, sugar,” Betty coos, her other hand coming to rest on your hip while she continues to rub your clit, “I’ve got you, I’ll give you something nice to wake up to.”
Your chest rises and falls, a little snort here and there, but otherwise you keep sleeping.
She drags her fingers down from your clit and through your folds, eyes rolling into her head at how wet you already are from just her little rubbing. She licks her lips, leaning down to watch as she tucks a single finger into you.
Betty bites down on both of her lips, muffling the moan that tries to escape. It wasn’t loud enough to wake you, but loud enough that you would’ve heard it if you were waking up.
She loves how you feel around her fingers, opting to use what she has instead of a toy where she can’t experience your slick, your heat, and the way your walls stretch to fit what she gives you.
Betty pumps the finger into you with a slow, tentative pace, while curling her other fingers into her palm. Her knuckles brush into your pubic hair, coating your juices against them with each thrust.
Betty can’t help herself, feeling her own cunt throb with need. She starts to grind into the bedding. She pants, timing her hips with how she fucks her finger into you.
Your leg pulls up against the body pillow, hips turning until you’re more on your stomach than your side. Giving Betty more space to work with.
She doesn’t stop her movements, instead biting the inside of her cheek as she draws the finger out to uncurl her middle finger. She eases two fingers into you, hiccuping a nearly silent breath as your walls tighten around her.
“I’ve got you, sweetie.”
She switches from fingering you with the motion of her wrist and starts using the motion of her shoulder. She speeds up her movements with the changing of how she works her fingers into you, making sure to fill you as best as she can with each thrust.
Betty has to swallow the drool in her mouth, wondering to herself if she’d drown from it otherwise.
You let out a grunt of a whine, a guttural sound that wasn’t something you’d make otherwise. Betty’s hips jerk into the bed with a harder rut, dragging her clit deliberately into the sheets while she keeps fucking you.
She starts scissoring her fingers with each thrust into you, deliberately pressing them into the spots she knows you cry from. Each time they hit deep inside of you, you keep the noises coming.
You lift your hips from the pillow, arching your back with a sniffle. Your face is pressed into your pillows and you whimper, eyes not yet open but starting to wake as your orgasm builds.
The hand on your hip moves to your ass, digging into the flesh of it while she fucks you harder and faster. Your walls begin to flutter around them, trying to tighten and keep them inside while you start grinding into your body pillow.
“Betty,” you whine, “Please don’t stop.”
Betty presses a kiss into your lower back, fully pistoning her arm as she fucks you. Her hips match the speed she sets with her fingers, knowing full well she’s about to make a mess of the sheets on her own.
“I got you, baby,” her raspy, breathy voice was almost enough to have you come undone. You grip at the sheets and rock back into her hand to meet her fingers. “Cum for me.”
You cry out a string of expletives and Betty’s name, muffling yourself in your pillows. She manages to milk your orgasm for every ounce, pumping her fingers in with a slower pace but still with a determined precision.
Her own orgasm builds, but slower than before. She grunts with frustration from her lack of release while simultaneously happy she was able to give you yours.
Watching as your body goes taut, riding the waves of your pleasure, then relaxes and melts into your blankets, she fills you with her fingers one final time before stilling inside of you. Her swollen clit throbs, needing just a bit more to finally achieve release.
You turn, lifting your leg to throw it over Betty’s head, and lay on your back. Your eyes are still heavy with sleep, blinking lazily down at the pink haired goddess between your legs, smiling softly.
Betty returns the smile, moving up on the bed to kiss and nip at your inner thigh. She sighs happily at her fingers inside of you, pressing a sloppy kiss above your clit. Running her tongue through your folds to taste you, she nuzzles her nose into your pubic hair and inhales your addictive scent.
Your hips rock into her mouth with a groan, head to the side to look at the alarm clock on your dresser. It was nearly time to get up and start the day.
Betty catches your eyes and she grabs at your thigh, holding you in bed. She gives another kiss to your cunt, her fingers flexing inside of you while you whine from it. Your eyes flick back to her, watching as she entertains the thought of another round.
You dig your heels into the bed, clearing your throat. “I gotta get up, Betty.”
She frowns, palm pressing into your thigh to keep you in place. “Says who?”
“Me,” you laugh, lifting on your elbows with an amused smirk, “I have things to do today.”
Betty pouts, lower lip jutting out while she bats her thick eyelashes at you. She pulls her fingers out of you halfway and you tighten around them with a hiss.
“Seems like your body says otherwise, sugar.”
You reach down between your legs and grab her wrist, pulling her fingers out of you on your own. You regret that decision as you look at how soaked her fingers are, immediately wanting them back inside of you. But, you have a list of chores to do whether you want to do them or not.
Groceries, plans to visit your parents for lunch, and the need to get your car inspected. All of which you pushed off until the last possible moment.
Betty spreads her fingers out, raising her hand up to her mouth while her tongue drops out. Your eyes widen at the way your slick webs between her fingers, your own mouth falling open as her tongue breaks the web.
She sucks her fingers in with an obscene moan, swirling her tongue around her digits to clean them thoroughly of your essence. Her eyes don’t move from yours, pupils still blown wide.
Her fingers pop out of her mouth and she grins at you, wide and playful.
You weren’t one to eagerly leave bed before you got the Dateviators, always wanting to stay sleepy and warm under the covers. Maybe you would touch yourself with lazy, slow strokes through your folds. Teasing yourself until you felt the precipice of your pleasure building, rubbing more firmly when you needed it. Starting your days with an orgasm was something you’d normally do.
Now with this curvy, insatiable woman beside you? It was difficult to do anything except be in bed with her.
“You can’t tempt me, woman,” you grumble, your heartbeat pounding in your ears and your cunt in tandem. “I promise when I come home, I’ll take care of you for hours like you did me.”
Betty raises the same hand she was just sucking on up, pinky extended out to you. “Pinky promise?”
Your throat bobs as you swallow, seeing her saliva glistening on her skin. You wrap your pinky around hers and you both shake on it with a giggle. The hunger in Betty’s eyes doesn’t dissipate as she uncurls her pinky from yours.
You blush, scooting toward the edge of the bed. You feel yourself stick to the sheets and you huff at how wet you are. Betty chuckles, licking her lips with her head cocked to the side while you stand. She shamelessly drinks you in, eyes dragging down your back to your ass.
“You’re acting like you’ll never see me naked again,” you tease, tossing her a glance over your shoulder, “I’m just going to go clean up and get dressed.”
You make your way to the bathroom, flicking the lights on and shutting the door enough to start the shower.
Betty hears the bathroom fan whirring along with the sound of you closing the shower door behind you and immediately locks in on the body pillow you were grinding on while she fucked you.
You left a damp spot, just enough for her to notice and her lip quivers at the thought that races through her mind.
She snatches the pillow with a quick grab, pulling it to her body. She positions it between her own legs, lining her dripping core with the wet spot you left behind. It was cool against hot, sopping folds and she gasps in surprise only for the noise to grow to a moan.
Betty grinds into your body pillow, pinning it underneath her body with her head hanging low between her shoulders to inhale the scent of your shampoo that you’ve left behind from sleeping with the pillow for so many nights.
Her eyes pinch closed as she continues to rut against your body pillow, panting heavily. You’re none the wiser just on the other side of the wall, the sounds of the water running off you and down the drain overtaking any noises she was making on the bed.
Betty fucks herself on your pillow, rocking her hips wildly, almost animalistic. The need for her release was taking over her and was the only thing on her mind.
“You feel so good, baby,” she grunts, pretending the pillow was you, “I’m gonna cover you in me. Make sure everyone knows that you’re mine, fuck.”
The bed squeaks and groans from how hard she was rocking into it, her hips grinding vigorously into your body pillow. The spot you left behind now dwarfed by her own.
Her hand moves from the pillow and palms at her own breast, rolling a stiff nipple with her fingers before she pinches it roughly and she moans.
You stop with your hands in your hair, eye opened as you focus. Did you just hear someone moan?
Betty’s breathing becomes shallow, breathy little puffs of each inhale and exhale while she whines out her approval. She chants to herself, lost to her imagination that she was about to orgasm against your equally soaked pussy.
“So close,” her voice breaks, cracking from her pleasure, “I think, oh, I might-.”
You step out of the shower, hair dripping from rinsing the conditioner out, and grab a towel from the stack you set aside the other day. Wrapping it around your body, you slowly move the bathroom door open and stop at the sight in front of you.
Betty throws her head back, her mass of pink hair flipping to fall down her naked back while she grinds into your body pillow. The way her face is pinched, eyes closed tight with her nose crinkled in her pleasure.
You clench around nothing, remembering how deep Betty’s fingers were inside of you moments ago, and a stray whimper escapes from your lips. Her eyes open, locking to yours as she pants. The blush on her face reaches down to her breasts, covering every freckle with a shade of deep pink.
“Oh, fuck!”
Betty’s hips sputter against your body pillow as a high pitch whine rips from her throat. Her eyes narrow into slits, threatening to fully close but she fights herself to keep her eyes on you as she orgasms.
She tries to maintain her pace but can only manage the off tempo rhythm as she gushes, coating and soaking the bedding underneath her. You have to hold yourself up on the door frame with a shaky arm, fingers digging into the wood of it while you watch Betty come undone before you in awe.
You never knew Betty was a squirter.
Her lidded eyes unfocus on you, a happy wide smile blooming on her face as her body twitches and jumps. The barest friction against her clit makes her hiss through her teeth, too sensitive for anything after that monstrous orgasm.
She falls to the bed, her muscles giving out from exhaustion. You hold onto the door frame for dear life, taking in the sight of the soaked sheets from Betty.
Betty lifts a hand to move her frizzy curls from her face, grinning at you with a slow blink. “Hey there.”
You gawk at her, unable to respond.
“I was a little pent-up,” she chuckles, rubbing her knee into the puddle she left, “That’s just what you do to me, in case you needed to know.”
You exhale with a puff of your cheeks, running your fingers through your wet hair. Betty smirks at you, rolling to her side. She drags a hand over her breasts and down toward the pink curls between her thighs, winking at you.
“You sure you have errands to run?”
You curse to yourself, knowing damn well you need to get groceries after Freddy reminded you that you have nothing but takeout leftovers. You still would have time to hit the store and unpack before meeting your parents if you were quick.
The towel around your body drops mid-stride, practically leaping onto the bed with her. “We have to be fast.”
Betty chuckles as your lips take hers in a hot, passionate kiss. You let her take over, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as you both sink back into the bed and into one another.
“We’ll see about that.”
