riverdale imagines🌸

108. sweet pea x betty (s)

author: lilibug
source: archive of our own
for: @anonoymas28464

swetty smut

Her bed would smell of him for days to come.

Not that Betty really minded, of course. She had been wearing his sweatshirt because it smelled of him, after all.

Part of her thought she would wake up to find it all had been a cruel dream or that Sweet Pea had been the one to leave this time, exacting revenge.

But he was still very much there, body curled around her completely. Thighs backing her own, legs and feet intertwined in a delight of skin to skin contact, arm laying heavy across her waist with his fingers tucked underneath her side.

A part of her couldn't help but wonder about how she would feel when he did leave. Whether the empty space of her bed would feel lonely, when she had finally learned to stretch out in the sheets.

They hadn't discussed what came after. After this visit, after she fell madly in love with him all over again just with the way he said her name, his fingers brushing hair behind her ear.

She only wanted to think of the now, and enjoy it while it lasted. The last few years had been hard, nearing on unbearable at times, but she got through it as miserable as it was, so she felt like she deserved a little slice of happiness, despite the cost.

Letting out a breath of air, she opened her eyes to find light peaking through the opening in her curtains. Glancing up at the clock on her nightstand told her it was just after nine, and she blinked the sleep from her eyes blearily. She couldn't help but arch her back, trying her best to stretch her limbs without actually moving them out of place.

Sweet Pea's breath fanned the back of her neck, where his head was nestled in, nose in her hair. His arm tightened around her, pulling her into him with a squeeze.

Her eyes rolled and she reached up to run her fingers along the length of his forearm with deliberate slowness. "Are you awake?"

"Not yet," came his groggy reply.

"Oh, I hadn't realized you could talk to me in your sleep. That's very impressive."

"Shhhhh."

She groaned, fingers catching on his wrist and playing with the ring on his finger. "I want breakfast."

"So go get some."

"You're stuck to my back."

"'m not." He held her tighter, lips against the back of her neck barely hiding a grin.

"Wake up," Betty drawled lazily, pulling his hand up against her abdomen, just beneath the sweatshirt. Touching her bare skin, his palm flattened against her, sliding just a little higher, enough to hitch her breath.

The hot feeling of him against her skin dialed up a couple notches.

"Okay, there's definitely a part of me that's awake now."

His hips rolled into her, and she could feel him with more purpose, half-hard at the curve of her bottom.

"Sweet Pea," she huffed, lip between her teeth as she fought the urge to shift back against him.

All at once, his presence at her back was gone, hand turning her flat on her back so quickly that it took her breath away. He was looming over her, knees planted on either side of her hips, covers all twisted around their legs.

His hair was bedraggled, eyes wide and dark and very much awake as he drank in her flushed cheeks and neck.

"Wh—what?"