ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis﹔venting to bellamy about your boyfriend, one thing leads to another.
ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ ˚ cw﹔ bellamy blake x reader, smut, some plot, cheating
﹒ ◠ note﹔ hey… its been a while
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˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood﹔ song
The stars are just barely visible through the cloudy sky when you find him, your best friend Bellamy, he was slouched on the edge of the dropship, forearms resting on his knees, hair wild from the wind. He always looked like this at night. Tired, guarded, lost in thought.
You dont say anything at first, you simply climb up beside him, knees pulled to your chest and arms wrapped tight around them like you're trying to hold yourself together.
You don't need to speak, he just glances over, eyebrows raised, mouth twitching into a small welcome.
"Rough day?" He asks softly.
"Rough week," you exhale.
Bellamy nods like he already knew. Maybe he did. He always seemed to know.
You let the silence hang in the air for a while, the sound of the camp filling it for you. Theres a tightening in your chest tonight, you felt it behind your ribs that no amount of deep breathing or forced smiles had seemed to fix.
"It's not even the camp," you mumble, eyes fixated on the dirt below, "Not the grounders, not the rations, it's-"
"Your boyfriend," Bellamy finishes for you, it wasn't a question, it was just the truth.
You nodded slowly, almost embarrassed he knew.
"I feel like I'm always trying," you admit, voice low, "Like I'm giving and giving, and there's just nothing coming back. No effort, no... closeness. Not really. Not where it counts."
His jaw tightens and you notice it, you always notice everything about him, even when you don't want to.
"He hasnt touched me in weeks," you confess quietly, it sounded almost muffled, "And when he does, its like he's not even there, like I'm some chore."
The second it leaves your mouth, you feel heat crawling up your neck and to your cheeks. You weren't sure why you said that much, you weren't supposed to dump it all like this, especially not the parts about... that. The part that felt too raw, too private, too *intimate*.
You cringe inwardly, heart pounding as you stare down at the ground below you.
Bellamy isn't judging you. You know he's not, he hasn't looked away or given that awkward little laugh people do when they're uncomfortable. He's just sitting there, listening and being him.
Still, your stomach was in knots, its not like you talk about this stuff with anyone, not even your friends, not even your boyfriend. And now you've spiled it like a girl desperate for attention. Youre not even sure what you want from Bellamy. Comfort? Advice?
Bellamy shifted a little, his arm brushing against yours, "Youre not an obligation," he says, voice deeper now, "Not to the right person."
His words hit you harder than you expected.
"I feel stupid for even saying it out loud," you admit.
"Youre not stupid," he says sharply, eyes on you now, not just a small glance, but really looking, "Hes the idiot, you shouldn't feel like this. You shouldn't feel unloved."
Your chest tightens, and you dont realize your hands are trembling until he reaches for one, his calloused fingers brushing over your knuckles. You should pull away, you should excuse yourself, but you dont.
You feel it then, the ache that's been building all week, maybe longer. The desperate need to feel wanted, seen, held.
His eyes glance down to your lips, and that's it, that's all it takes. His lips crash into yours like its been killing him not to. Its not soft. Its not careful. Its needy, all heat and desperation. Like he's been starving and you're the first thing he's allowed himself to taste.
You gasp and his hand slips behind your neck, pulling you closer and deeper as your fingers twist into his jacket, clutching him like you're afraid he'll stop.
There's nothing shy about what youre doing, his lips are warm and hungry.
You make a small sound as his other hand finds your waist, gripping you tight, pulling you flush against him. There's no space left between your bodies, no room for second thoughts.
When you finally break apart, just barely, breathing hard and lips tingling, his forehead rests against yours.
"I've wanted to do that," he pants, "for so long"
Your head tips back instinctively as his mouth trails down your jaw, then your throat, lips parted and breath hot, he's kissing like he's worshipping you. You feel his teeth just barely graze the sensitive spit below your ear, and your stomach flips, heat rushing low in your belly so fast it makes your legs feel weak.
"Tell me to stop," he mumbled against your skin, his voice is deep, unsteady, "If you don't want this, if this isn't what you-"
"I do," you breathe, too fast, too desperate, "I want this, I want you."
His groan is soft but deep, full of his restraint snapping, and you feel it in the way he lays your back flush against the dropship floor.
Your fingers slip under his shirt, following the firm lines of his stomach, the warmth of his skin under your palms. You've never touched him like this before. His breath catches when your hands drag over his ribs, and you feel him tremble, just slightly, like you're undoing him.
"I've thought about this," he says against your collarbone, voice barely above a whisper, "So many times."
You shiver against him, "Yeah?"
He pulls back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide, his lips red and his expression filled with raw need.
"I didnt think id ever get to touch you like this," he murmurs. "Didnt think you'd ever look at me like that."
You reach up and cup his face, "I always looked at you like that," you whisper.
And when he kisses you again, he does it in a wake like he means to ruin you for anyone else.
You can feel him, hard against your thigh, every bit of his restraint unraveling with each grind of his hips. His hand slips under your shirt, knuckles going slowly over your stomach until he pushes it up and over your head.
"Fuck," he whispers, eyes roaming over you, "Youre so fucking beautiful,"
Heat blooms in your chest, youre not used to being looked at like this, not worshipped, not wanted in a raw way.
He dips his head and licks over your chest, tongue swirling over your nipple until it stiffens, then the other, sucking softly, teasing you while his hand trails down your body, lower and slowly. Your back arches into him instinctively, chasing more, needing more.
"Bellamy-" You gasp, nails scraping his shoulder.
"I've got you," he breathes, fingers finally slipping to unbutton your pants, tugging them down along with your panties in one smooth motion before his mouth trails kisses down your stomach to the one place he wants to be.
Youre already so wet for him, thighs trembling just from anticipation.
"Please," you whisper, and that's all it takes.
He leans in, kissing the inside of your thigh first, kisses that trail closer and closer until finally, finally, his mouth is on you.
His tongue parts you gently at first, tasting, exploring, and then he groans, deep and almost feral, gripping your thighs and pulling you closer to his mouth like he can't get enough.
Your head rolls back against the cool metal floor, "Shit- Bellamy-"
He eats you like he's starving, like youre the only thing that's ever tasted good.
His tongue circles your clit, licking rhythmically while his fingers slide inside you, one, then two, curling just right.
The wet sound is erotic, and you're already close, your body coiled so tight you feel like you might snap.
When you come, it hits like a wave, washing through you with a cry that echoes off the wall. Your legs tremble and Bellamy doesn't stop until you're gasping and twitching, body limp and shaking under his hands.
He leans up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, pupils blown wide, breath ragged.
"You good?" he asks, but it's barely controlled.
You nod, dazed, reaching for him like your body knows exactly what it wants next.
You undo his pants with shaking fingers, and he watches you like he's in a trance, like this moment isn't real.
When you finally push them down, freeing him, you feel a thrill flow through you. He is big, thick, and already leaking, and when you wrap your hand around him, he hisses through his teeth.
"Condom," he manages, though it sounds like its killing him to say.
You watch him grab his pants and dig in the pockets. He opens it and rolls it on with shaking hands, and then your back against the floor, legs around his waist, one his his hands placed under your thigh.
"I dont want to hurt you," he mumbles, forehead pressed to yours.
"You won't," you whisper, "I need you,"
He slides into you slowly, carefully, letting you feel every inch, and god, he stretches you so perfectly it knocks the breath out of your lungs. Your nails dig into his back, and his lips find yours again as he starts to move, slow at first, hips rolling deep and steady, building a rhythm that sends heat curling through your spine all over again.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, hips snapping a little harder now, "So tight around me- shit-"
Your name falls from his lips like a prayer, again and again, and you realize you're clinging to him like he's the only real thing in the world.
It's not just sex, it's months of tension, of unspoken words, of all the ways you've needed to be held and seen and loved. His pace fastens, slamming into you now, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the walls, your moans tangled with his low groans.
Your second orgasm crashes through you even harder, you cling to him, crying out, legs locking around his hips as you pulse around him. Bellamy's thrusts grow erratic and messier, and he buries his face in your neck, breathing you in.
"Im gonna- fuck- I'm coming-"
And then he groans deep into your skin, burying himself inside you to the hilt as he comes hard, shuddering against you.
Silence settles, broken only by your ragged breathing, your sweat-lined bodies still locked together.
Bellamy lifts his head, looking at you like you just changed everything.
ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis﹔murphy was always protective of you, so when he thought Jasper sparked an interest in you, he was quick to shut it down.
ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ ˚ cw﹔ john murphy x reader, sfw, kissing
﹒ ◠ note﹔ send an ask if you want a smut version
wc﹔ 1.1k
˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood﹔ playlist
Being an engineer meant I had to be around Monty and Jasper whether I liked it or not- and I did like it, they were my first two friends on the ground. Other than Murphy.
Murphy and I had been friends on the Ark before we got incriminated, he was my best friend. We always did everything together. Stealing, pranking, once even blasting music through the intercoms. I always smiled at the memories, they were the only good ones I made on the Ark.
I'd like to think Murphy was still my friend, but most of his old self had been glossed over with the new ego of being Bellamy's 'second in command' as they called it. I think Bellamy knows more than half of these people trust Murphy, or well they did. Bellamy could've been easily taken over without the title, now that people were more afraid of Murphy given his recent history.
What happened to 'whatever the hell we want'?
With Murphy playing leader, I was left with Monty and Jasper. I enjoyed their company greatly- as weird as they were. Out of the two, Jasper and I had been the closest, though, I knew nobody could take the 'best friend' title away from Monty. Not that I was shooting for it, anyway. I had my own things to worry about, things most people in this camp couldn't care less about; Murphy.
I was sitting by the campfire next to Jasper and Monty, it was a cold day, the sun was resting behind grey clouds and only peeking through every now and then. Jasper must've noticed how my nose turned color because he unraveled himself from the jacket that was previously hiding his lanky body and wrapped it around my shoulders.
I smiled at his gesture, not knowing a certain someone was looking, "Thanks, Jasp."
Jasper gave me a warm smile in return, "You need it more than me," While the gesture was sweet, he in fact needed it more. The fire didn't look like it was helping anybody.
"Have you guys seen Murphy?" I muttered. I had been meaning to talk with him and catch up on how he's been. I missed our small talks. With him playing leader he's been too 'busy'.
Monty's eyes began trailing something behind me, "Walking into the dropship, why?"
It took me a few seconds to get what he said, the coldness from before melting away as I hurriedly handed Jasper his jacket back and left- leaving them questioning.
My demeanor appeared nervous, I wasn't sure how he viewed me anymore with his new act. We hadn't sat down and talked since we landed, I was sure he had already forgotten about me. But you don't know until you try, right?
Moving past the red tarp we used as a door I saw no sight of Murphy, I was about to give up when I heard a loud slam from the level above. It had to of been Murphy.
I swiftly made my way up the ladder and pushed open the hatch with a loud grunt.
"Murphy?" I asked as I stood up and dusted my hands off.
"Look who it is." A voice came from behind me, his tone was full of annoyance. I wasn't sure if the annoyance was towards me.
"This was a bad idea." I said, heading towards the hatch.
Murphy sighed and threw his head back, "Bored of flirting with Jasper?"
His sentence made me stop in my tracks, no way he thought that, right? He couldn't possibly think me and Jasper were more than friends, no offense Jasper. I felt anger bubbling in my chest as my face conformed to one of confusion as I tried to think of how he could've possibly came to that conclusion.
He took my silence as a sign to explain, "Where's his jacket?" The dots seemed to finally connect, he was jealous of Jasper.
Murphy was jealous of Jasper?!
No offense Jasper.
A wave of relief hit my body as I let out an exaggerated exhale, which only seemed to annoy Murphy further. I was relieved that's the only thing he was frustrated with, I'd never expected to see Murphy jealous over somebody interacting with me. I knew he was protective but I didn't think he was that protective.
"Me and Jasper are just friends, Murph," I said, my shivering hands going unnoticed by me.
"Friends don't sit that close, I see you guys talking like all the time," Murphy expressed, his brows furrowing as his voice grew more stern. He started walking closer to me and I took a few steps back, my back hitting the cold metal wall which sent shivers down my body.
"What're you doing?" I ask, my voice wavering.
"What I should've done a long time ago," Murphy's hands reached for my cheeks, the warmth of his palms engulfing them as his lips met mine.
I was shocked but I wasn't planning on moving away, I swore Murphy could've heard how fast my heart was beating. After a few seconds, my eyes fluttered shut and I leaned into the kiss, bringing my arms up around his neck only pushing him in more.
His body was flat against mine, the closeness brought a nice warmth to my body. His lips felt rough against mine and his nose fit cozy next to my nose.
I didn't have any thoughts, my mind went blank, and the only thing I was thinking about was how good Murphy tasted. My hands ran through his hair and his fingers ran across my jawline. Murphy was the first to pull away, leaving me feeling a sense of loss and emptiness- already missing the way his lips felt.
Murphy smirked almost like he sensed how I felt, he leaned into my neck and began sucking, leaving traces of him all over my neck. I gasped out at the feeling, but I didn't complain, I wanted people to know I was Murphy's.
After a while, Murphy finally felt satisfied with the amount of markings he made, not that I could see.
"Now everyone will know who you belong to," He gave me his classic shit-eating grin, clearly feeling full of himself as he admired the hickeys he left.
"Shut up," I said with a smile.
"Make me," He said, shrugging off his jacket and placing it into my hands, "Next time, just ask."
His fingers trailed along my jawline again, stopping at my chin and swiftly pulling me into another quick kiss, causing me to form a blush on my cheeks.
ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis﹔you and bellamy were friends, friends who often did each other favors.
ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ ˚ cw﹔ bellamy blake x reader, nsfw, praise
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wc﹔ 800
˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood﹔ playlist
Being friends with Bellamy meant you got special treatment not many others could get- well, nobody else could get. That only meant you'd be helping him more than usual.
It wasn't a secret, everyone knew something was going on between you and Bellamy, nobody would act that close with a normal friend, but nobody cared enough to speak up about it.
You were in Bellamy's tent, legs on either side of his hips as he roughly thrusted up into you. He wasn't even fully pulling out, just grinding deeper into you while you wiggled in his grasp. You grinded your hips to meet his; eliciting a moan. You grabbed onto tufts of his hair to try and stifle your pleasure elsewhere, not wanting to wake anyone up.
Bellamys hand trailed down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze, "Just like that, princess,"
Your head dropped down into the crook of his neck, the pleasure was palpable. No matter how many times you'd find yourself on his dick, you'd never get used to the feeling.
Bellamy stopped his movements, leaving you whining.
"You want it that bad?" He teased.
You nodded in reply.
"Then ride me."
Bellamy smirked as he watched your face flush, you'd never done anything like this before. It was always Bellamy doing everything for you.
Bellamy's hand found your hips and gently guided them, helping you get started. Once you found your rhythm Bellamy let go, his hands now focusing on your breasts bouncing with every movement. His thumbs traced over your nipples, sending a spark up your body.
Your head found its place on his shoulder, once again trying to silence your moans by gently biting on the exposed skin.
"Gonna make me cum, princess." Bellamy muttered, both hands cupping your breasts as you rode up and slammed back down. Bellamy knew he was close, and so did you. With every moan, you went deeper and deeper on him.
"Bell..." You moaned out, your legs beginning to shake, you wanted to scream out your orgasm, but you remembered where you were.
You threw your head back and clasped your hand around your mouth, much to Bellamy's disapproval.
"Always sound so pretty like this." He breathed out. He loved hearing the sounds that came from your mouth when you climaxed, it was his favorite part.
Your orgasm splurged through you in fast waves, leaving your body exhausted. Bellamy snaked his hands to your hips and held you up as he pounded into you, not quite near his own orgasm.
His dick continuously hit your oversensitive sweet spot, leaving no room for you to recover from the previous high.
"It hurts, Bell." Your hands grabbed his arms, digging into the skin. His skin felt hot, lined with sweat from the damp air around the tent.
"It's okay, take it all." Bellamy hushed you, his pace never slowing.
You weren't sure how long you could last with the relentless thrusts, your legs began shaking uncontrollably around him again. You knew if he kept this up you'd surely cum again. Closing your eyes you tried to hold on, not wanting to cum a second time just yet.
"Look at me, princess." Bellamy demanded. You shook your head, knowing if you were to obey you'd surely come undone.
"You asked for this." Bellamy grabbed your thighs and lifted you up with him, placing you on the bed roughly he spread your legs, his dick never leaving your pussy. You were definitely looking now, the eye contact making your stomach flutter.
The new position brought new waves of pleasure. Allowing his dick to hit different places in you.
Bellamy's hand found its way to your hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging on it, forcing you to watch his dick fill your pussy.
The sight was enough to make you cum again, "Oh god, yes!" You yelled. It was like you'd been tipped over the edge as he fucked you through your second high. Your eyes rolled back seeing stars, the entire world went white.
"Such a mess." He said as your cum began painting his dick white. Every muscle in your body was exhausted, twitching, and sore.
Bellamy's pace began to quicken, he felt his own high was close. He let go of your hair and grabbed ahold of your legs to stable himself better.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He spoke shakily, eyes focused on pounding into your slick pussy. His head slumped forward as thick white strings decorated your stomach, heavy breaths filled the tent while you both caught up with your composure.
With a big sigh, he stood up and tossed you your clothes.
"Same time tomorrow, got that?" He said, placing his own shirt on.
Rolling your eyes you nodded playfully, you could act like you hated your routine, but he knew you didn't. It's why you come back every day.
꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ Bellamy noticed you have been losing sleep over your son, so he decided to help out. Only, he doesn't stop helping out.
﹒ ⊹ ⤷ cw: sfw, sfw, sfw, sfw, sfw, fluff
Coming to the ground with my son, Atlas, was something I'd never thought would experience. So when the Ark came down to follow the 100 that were initially sent to the ground I was overjoyed. My son would have a life more than sitting on a ship floating in the sky. The storybooks I'd read him would come true.
For the most part, I was right, the ground was breathtaking. I've seen pictures and books, but nothing could truly capture the essence of the nature that was below. And Atlas loved it too, he wanted nothing more than to go beyond the tree line, but Kane said we had to stay behind the walls due to the Grounders.
When we first came down we heard about the incident with Mount Weather, and it didn't take long for us to rescue them; partially making peace with the grounds for taking out their biggest enemy. But Kane wanted to be sure they'd cause no problems.
My son understood for the most part that there were bad guys in the trees, so he promised to never sneak away from them. Though since he was only five I had difficulty trusting his curiosity causing me to lose sleep while watching over him constantly.
I yawned as I watched Atlas play with his wooden toys when I felt my eyes grow heavy, I didn't notice when I laid down, and I didn't notice when I drifted off to sleep.
When I shot up I looked around swiftly, panic growing in my chest when I saw his abandoned toys in the middle of the floor. It could've only been a few minutes, or was it hours? I couldn't remember. How could I have fallen asleep? What if he went outside the wall somehow? What if the grounders have him? No. The camp would never let a little kid sneak off. Right?
I ran out of my room, almost tripping on myself.
People around me stared in worry as I frantically looked around trying to find the familiar hair. My worry grew with every passing second.
When I couldn't find him I ran into the ship, tears threatening to stain my cheeks. I ran by Clarke and a few others who tried asking me why I was running, but I couldn't stop, and I didn't until I reached the bar where we also ate.
Shoving the doors open I saw Atlas, relief instantly washing over my body when I saw who he was sitting next to, Bellamy Blake.
Bellamy and I weren't close, well we were. He had been my first love, and though we were only kids when we got together the love still thrived all the same. We broke up when Bellamy wanted to join the guard, leaving me to get over him in ways I wasn't proud of- but it brought me my son.
I walked over to their table with an awkward look on my face.
"I am so sorry, Bellamy," I walked behind my son, "I didn't even realize I passed out."
Bellamy looked into my eyes smiling as I lifted my son up and held him, "Found him in here, just thought I'd watch over him while he ate," Bellamy explained, now standing up, "He's a nice kid too."
I gleamed at Bellamy, now turning to my son, "Did you have fun with Bell?" I say with a smile, making Bellamy smile at the nickname I used to call him. Memories of us flooded his mind, how the pressure of my kiss felt and how well our hands intertwined, he missed it at times. Missed me.
Going down to the ground with the 100 was two birds one stone for him. Help his sister and see me less. As much as he loved seeing me, it hurt. Knowing I was doing good without him- he was happy for me, but he needed to be satisfied on his own too, and seeing me smiling down the halls of the Ark always beaming with joy made him realize that.
"Why're you staring?" I ask, snapping him out of his trance.
"Just memories," His smile never faded.
We stood in silence. It wasn't an awkward type of silence, it was a silence where we basked in each other's presence; like we hadn't seen each other in years. And in a way we hadn't. We hadn't sat down and talked and took in each other. It was only simple glances when we passed each other and the occasional head nod with no further conversation.
Now that I could really take in his appearance I noticed his hair had gotten longer, and he had a small stubble of growth above his lip. Small scabs littered his cheeks, blending in with the freckles that lined his face. He was still as handsome as ever.
"I need to give you boys a haircut soon, yeah?"
"Boys? I think mine is perfectly fine," Bellamy said with a playful scoff.
"I don't need one!" My son said, looking at me with a frown. He had always hated haircut days, the idea of sitting in a chair for half an hour wasn't appealing to his little mind. It wasn't appealing to Bellamy's either.
"Listen to your mom, kiddo, get used to it if you wanna be in the guard like me," Bellamy stepped closer to ruffle my son's hair, causing it to frizz.
I smiled remembering how badly my son wanted to be in the guard, ever since he'd been told how Bellamy saved our people in Mount Weather. Bellamy was a good role model for Atlas, reckless sure, but a good man.
"Come by my room tomorrow?" I questioned, giving a nervous smile.
Bellamy opened his mouth before speaking, thinking of what to say. I hadn't given him a haircut in years. He really did need one, he was never one to care about his hair. Only trimming it when necessary. It was just a haircut.
"You can play with me!" Atlas spoke up excitedly with a huge grin on his face.
Bellamy smiled widely showing his teeth, "Alright, deal little man."
I was happy when I heard those words, Atlas would finally have someone other than me to play with. Atlas didn't play with the other kids of Arkadia, it's not that he didn't want to, it's more that he didn't... fit in.
Walking back to our room I was full of excitement for the upcoming day, and so did Atlas. I wasn't sure how I'd put him to bed tonight.
Atlas had awoken early, in turn, waking me early. His reason is that he is too excited to play with Bellamy. He brought out his finest toys and arranged them on the bed, saying aloud his plans for how the session would go, he even wanted me to play along. Bellamy would be the knight, Atlas would be the villain holding me, the princess, in a castle; a reenactment of his favorite fairytale.
It wasn't long before I heard Bellamy's voice outside the door, knocking twice afterward.
"Hello?" Bellamy asked. Nerves instantly shot up my spine, I stood up from the bed and mentally prepared myself to have the boy I loved in my room.
Atlas, on the other hand, was filled with everlasting joy, jumping up and down, earning a smile from me.
"Hurry, mommy!" Atlas ushered me towards the door. I breathed in and opened the door, being met with Bellamy in a simple shirt and faded jeans. He looked nice.
"Hey, y/n," He looked into my eyes with a smile before turning his head to Atlas who was peaking out from behind me, "Atlas, how you been buddy?"
I moved away from the door allowing Bellamy to enter the room.
"I'm ok, want to play now?" Atlas motioned over to the set of toys that lined the edge of the bed.
"Slow down there, Atlas, haircuts first," I said in a stern tone, making Atlas's previous smile fade into a pout.
"What about... playing first, then haircuts?" Bellamy said to me.
I let out a small sigh, giving in to them with a nod of my head. Both of them smiled widely and Atlas handed Bellamy a toy.
I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into, but I knew I wanted it. And so did Atlas.
"Mom! Come on!" Atlas said, pushing a toy into my hand.
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Bellamy Blake- Arkadia
꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ It wasn't uncommon for you to flirt with Bellamy, but it was unusual for him to flirt with you back.
﹒ ⊹ ⤷ cw: smut, plot, nsfw
Flirting with Bellamy was my forte, brushing me off was his. I had stopped counting the number of times he'd dismissed my advances, not really caring. Most of the time it'd be a joke, and most of the time it wouldn't be.
Today was no exception.
I was walking down the halls of Arkadia to the bar where I 'worked' when I passed by Bellamy.
"Hey, hot stuff." I greeted as I always do with a smile.
"That's not my name, y/n." Despite his words, I could always hear a hint of amusement in his voice.
Bellamy always said it was inappropriate, that we were just friends, but that could never stop me. I knew he'd have to give in at one point, who wouldn't with me?
"Right, where are you off to looking like that?" I looked him up and down, he looked good. Though he looked like that every day. Literally.
Bellamy had a look of confusion as he examined his own outfit before connecting the dots and rolling his eyes, "I don't have time for this," He said before turning heel and continuing his walk down the hall.
"You know you love it!" I yelled before doing the same.
Life at Arkadia was simple, the grounders had stopped attacking around a month ago, and our hunting parties would always come back with feasts, it was how life should be.
And I didn't always flirt with Bellamy or shoot terrible pickup lines his way.
I knew when the time was right to do it, most saw it as a funny bit, most saw me as desperate or wierd, and some saw me as a girl trying to find her way which I found completely unrelated to the situation at hand. People usually made it known where they stood on the pyramid; either by their actions or words. But I wasn't sure where Bellamy stood on the pyramid; I was sure his stance fluctuated as the days passed.
Funny.
Desperate.
Weird.
Lost.
Those were the four trifectas of the pyramid.
There were days when I thought I should find my luck elsewhere- like Murphy or Monty, people who would fold the second I even glanced their way. But that was the easy way out, and Murphy wasn't exactly the cutest tool in the shed. I liked the chase with Bellamy; it was exhilarating. The constant back-and-forth banter on how it was inappropriate, how there were better times for flirting, and how bad the pickup line was.
The chase wasn't the only thing that fueled me, it was not knowing the outcome. Despite my confidence, I was sure how this would end with Bellamy, this could go on for years to come, and he could get a girlfriend. I wasn't sure how that thought made me feel- well I did; I just didn't know how to put it into one word.
Disgust, jealousy, hurt.
For my own brain's sake, it was a less-than-appealing thought.
"Hey, Sinclair!" I yelled, entering the back of the bar.
Jasper was already in his usual spot. He sat there every day for 43 days since they got rescued from Mount Weather, the only time he left was when we called Miller to carry him out.
I always asked Sinclair to just ban Jasper from the bar and save us the trouble, but Sinclair said to just let him cope after the trauma he'd been through, having lost someone special to him. So after the first 10 days, I stopped pitching the idea. I wasn't sure what else he was on, it was a sore sight for the other regulars who weren't drinking their way into the grave. It was a sad sight for anyone, but nobody but me had the guts to say anything to him.
I wasn't sure where Jasper was on the pyramid, when he wasn't drinking he was smoking, and when he wasn't smoking he was drinking. The only time he isn't doing either is when he's sleeping.
I like the think that the old Jasper would find it funny.
"So, what is it? Day 40 already?" I ask Jasper while pouring a new batch into the bar's fountain.
Jasper didn't turn to look at me, he didn't try and do anything, he never did. Though I didn't know how he felt since I've never lost anyone I loved.
"Day 43." His head was resting on his arms as he stared down into the half-empty glass, he didn't even feel like drinking, too consumed in his own sadness.
I didn't try to continue the conversation further, knowing the fun, easygoing Jasper was already drowned out by the buzz and taste of the drink in his hands. And I didn't openly argue with him, I already knew he was arguing with himself.
"Two minutes late, y/n." Sinclair said, appearing from the open door next to me.
Sinclair was like a mentor to me, he was tough on me but it kept me in line when I needed to be.
I knew where Sinclair stood on the pyramid, he thought I was trying to find my way in this burned world; which was only half true, the world was factually burned.
I wasn't lost, I wasn't trying to find my way. I thought people were taking it far too seriously for their own good. And no matter what I said, they would always think that.
"Salvation isn't easy, Sinclair." I joked, directing my attention from Jasper.
"Salvation lies within." Sinclair walked by me, taking a seat on the stool behind the bar.
"Salvation," I look to him, "Can kiss my ass." I smiled.
"Language," Sinclair warned, though a smile showed through his frown.
"Nobody deserves forgiveness," Jasper spoke up, in his self-deprecating pity.
I turned to look at him, his glass was now empty and he tossed me a familiar look.
I grabbed his cup and refilled it under the fountain, "Miserable quote of the day, Jas?" I handed him back his drink.
I joked to keep my own sanity around Jasper, his sadness had a way of infecting people. You could've been the happiest person but one minute around Jasper and you're drinking your way to an early grave.
Did it with half our regulars.
Jasper didn't reply, instead, he gulped down the thick liquor and stood abruptly. It wasn't a surprise, it was his usual routine. He'd drink until he felt tired of drinking, then dance until he felt tired of dancing.
All this sadness got me thinking back to my happy memories, I wonder what Bellamy is doing right now.
"You pass by Bellamy?" I ask turning my head towards Sinclair who was absentmindedly watching Jasper find music.
"Yeah, why?" He asked, resting his head on his palm with his elbow propped up.
"Just curious. Is he on watch today?" With how much I think about him you'd think I'd have his guard days down- but I don't- I'm not desperate.
Sinclair sighed, "For the first half, I think."
I smiled widely at this.
Serving at the bar was great, it meant I could socialize, and learn more about people, but most of all?
I could see Bellamy nearly every day.
Everyone used the bar room as a hangout area and eating area, it's where everyone went when they wanted to chill. It's where Bellamy always goes.
And like clockwork, I saw Bellamy's tall build walking into the bar with Miller and Clarke at his sides.
Miller was a nice guy, despite his total resting bitch face which intimidates most- if not all- people. Though, when it comes down to serious situations he isn't one to joke around. I, unfortunately, learned that the hard way when we were talking defense plans and I had the great idea to hit on Bellamy.
I was on guard watch for a week after that.
It was easy to understand where Miller landed on the pyramid, most of the time, he thought I was desperate. He believed I could get anyone else I wanted, and that I should give up on the delusion of Bellamy.
It really pushed my buttons when people couldn't grasp the joking aspect of it all, but I was too deep in the joke to stop.
I could tell Clarke didn't like me by the way she looked at me and by the way she talked to me. I didn't like her either. I wasn't sure why she didn't like me, it's not like I openly talk about hating her.
And it's fairly easy to know where Clarke stood, she told me every time I brought it up, she thought I was weird. Her words never got to me though, nobody ever did, I was very confident in myself.
Not wanting to suffer through my firting Sinclair patted me on the shoulder and took his leave, sad for him, I've been thinking of new ones this entire time.
Bellamy walked up to the bar while Miller and Clarke took their seats at a table, watching Jasper dance very tiredly.
"Let's hear it," I heard him say, already expecting my antics.
I smile, "Hear what?"
"Don't play dumb, I've been waiting all day for this one." My smile was quickly returned with a grin as he leaned on the surface.
"Why don't we skip the talking and go back to my room." I placed three cups full of liquor on the bar.
I was expecting him to laugh my comment off, return to his friends, and make some witty comments.
"Might take you up on your offer if you keep dressing like that,"
His tone was the opposite of his smile, he sounded serious.
Maybe he was drunk.
But he hadn't even drunk.
This was the first time he didn't brush off my flirting.
I felt all my confidence go out the window, finally not having a witty comeback I stared towards the ground. Feeling my face fog over with a deep red I hoped he didn't notice, I hoped he took the drinks and left.
But the world never worked in my favor.
"Look at me," Bellamy said.
I didn't hesitate to obey his command, looking up at him to be met with a cocky grin.
Bellamy noticed the red lining my cheeks, he didn't know I'd fold this fast.
"That's a good princess." I watched as he took all three cups in his big hands and turned his heel towards Clarke and Miller.
I was left stunned.
"Can I get another drink?" Jasper slurred.
"Shut up..." I breathed out.
I watched Bellamy's figure that entire night, he knew it too, I didn't try to hide it. But I knew he was watching me too, he watched as I interacted with people, while I poured drinks, and watched me watch him.
Why was I so nervous over two simple sentences? I was supposed to be in control.
The night was full of shameless staring, eye fucking each other from across the room. A complete switch from this morning.
My mind imagined what was under his clothes, what was below his waistline. The thought made my whole body shiver.
The hours passed by antagonizing slowly. Jasper got mad and voluntarily left the bar while Clarke and Miller took their leave, and once they left so did the rest.
But Bellamy didn't leave.
He stayed until the bar room was empty and the only thing you could hear was the low hum of music from the bar's old iPod recovered from Mount Weather.
Knowing it was just me and Bellamy left in the bar I felt nervous.
Was he going to leave too? Turn heel and pretend it didn't happen? What did happen? Why am I asking so many questions?
Bellamy was sitting at a table in the middle of the bar, gazing at me as I emptied the fountains into buckets for the night. Thanks, Jasper.
My hands were trembling the entire time, I was too focused on trying to look normal I didn't even notice when Bellamy stood up, I didn't notice when he walked to the bar, and I didn't notice when he leaned on it.
Placing the lock on the barrel I stood up once again, being startled when I locked eyes with Bellamy.
"Got anything else for me?" He asked, looking me up and down.
Confidence.
"I need you..."
That is not confidence.
"Go to your place, I'll be there soon." Bellamy stood up correctly while speaking, his body now towering over mine from across the bar.
I wasn't sure if it was because I felt intimidated or curious, but my chores had been long forgotten. My only goal now was to listen to Bellamy.
He stared with a smile, watching me walk out of the bar and down the hall towards my room.
Thousands of thoughts were racing around my mind.
Maybe he was just pranking me, or standing me up, finally getting payback for all the inconvenient times I've hit on him like a desperate dog.
One thing was for sure.
I knew where I stood on the pyramid.
Sneaking into my room I realized the mess I left it in when I woke up late this morning.
"Shit!" I whisper-yelled, quickly tending to the mess unsure of how much time I'd have.
What was I meant to do in these situations? Undress and look sexy on the bed? Just stand here and wait? Stare into the wall and think about my actions that led to this point? Only one of those options sounded good to me at this moment.
And it was definitely not the first one.
But what if he was expecting that?
I shut my mind up when I heard three knocks.
I didn't need to check to know it was him. What do people do in these situations? Do I wait before answering?
Confidence.
Opening the door I was met with Bellamy looking down at me. He wasn't in his jacket and he carried a serious face.
"Do you, um, wanna come in?" I ask, my voice wavering.
My confidence once again crumbled at the sight of him.
"I wanna do more than that," Bellamy said before walking inside, once the door was closed he pressed his lips to mine.
Something primal took over Bellamy, he kissed me wildly as we walked backward towards my bed. We didn't part once, not even when he roughly dragged my pants down and undid his, or when he tore my shirt to get to my breasts.
The cold air hit my nipple but was soon covered by his big, calloused hands. I moaned into the kiss and he smiled, parting from the kiss to get a full view of my chest.
I bit my lip as I watched him, his gaze shifting from my breasts, down my stomach, and towards my cunt hiding behind my panties.
"You were so cocky this morning," His hands roamed down underneath my panties, "What happened, princess?"
The feeling of him exploring my body made me shiver and let out a breathy moan.
I couldn't believe Bellamy had me crumbling and melting under his gaze and touch. It was everything I'd been dreaming of, I knew I wouldn't last long with his praise.
"Stop teasing." I breathe out, bucking my hips up more into his hand, needing more than his fingers.
He smirked and snaked my panties down my thighs at a teasingly slow pace.
"Careful what you wish for."
He gripped my thighs and spread them apart, my lips parting with them. Bellamy used one of his hands to lower his boxers just enough to reveal his hardened cock.
I shivered at the contact it made with my cunt, "Please."
With a smirk, he lined his tip up with my entrance, and with a light thrust, he only inserted the tip.
I propped myself up on my elbows and watched his tip enter me, despite the little amount he was giving me I still felt the pain of the stretch. I needed more, I needed him; all of him.
"Bell, please, more," I said in a whiny voice staring up into his brown eyes.
"Brave princess, huh?"
I wasn't expecting him to thrust fully into me, but I was glad he did. The feeling overtook my entire body with a shake of my legs causing me to throw my head back with a loud moan, despite the pain a soft smile appeared on my face.
Bellamy let out his own series of groans at the tightness around his cock, the sight of me such a mess over his dick was beautiful to him, knowing he caused this, knowing I could follow his orders so well.
"Good fucking girl." He groaned out, running his hands down my thighs and to my hips, gripping them tightly as he began thrusting into me roughly.
I couldn't keep my eyes open, pain being mixed with pleasure making me shut them tightly.
"Keep your eyes open, princess, I want you to watch,"
I opened my eyes and watched as his cock pounded into me, the wet coat clearly visible despite the low lighting.
Bellamy used one of his hands to start circling around my clit as a reward for listening to him.
I was already reaching my climax, his fingers guiding me to my peak.
"I'm so close, Bell," Lewd sounds filled both our ears.
"Let it go, it's okay," He deepened his thrusts when he leaned forward, ghosting his lips on my cheeks and giving kisses to my jaw.
My entire body shook as my orgasm hit, I grabbed onto his back and dug my nails into the flesh; needing to grip onto anything while he fucked me through my high. The pleasure was unlike anything I've ever felt, him being so close causing me to breathe in his scent- it was intoxicating.
"That's my good girl, just like that," Bellamy exaggerated out the 'just.'
Bellamy pampered my neck with his kisses, leaving surprises I'd find in the morning. But I was too starstruck to care, only thinking about how well he fit in me.
I could tell Bellamy was close, he sounder louder with his grunts, and his hips couldn't keep up with his thoughts. I ran my fingers from his back and into his hair, gripping it slightly.
Bellamy began thrusting more wildly and faster, chasing his high until he finally reached it.
"Princess," He pulled out and rested his dick on my stomach as he came with a loud groan in my ear.
Coming down from his high Bellamy pulled away from me, letting me see his cum that decorated my stomach. Before he could grab a cloth I scooped the cum up with my fingers and stuck them in my mouth as he watched; the salty taste invading my mouth while I bit my lip at his reaction.
Bellamy only smirked at me before zipping his pants back up.
"Want me to stay?" He asked, watching me crawl under the fur covers.
"Of course I do, hot stuff." I scooted over giving Bellamy enough room to slide in next to me.
"That's not my..." He cut himself off, "Alright, princess." He smiled as he pulled me into a small kiss.
playlist ! this one is pretty long tbh, i cannot sleep, can only write
Bellamy Blake - Dropship
꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ You stumble across a knocked-out person, and you drag his body to your cave not knowing what to do; if only you knew what this would lead to.
﹒ ⊹ ⤷ cw: smut, lots of plot, violence, nsfw, grounder reader
Finding unusual things in the first wasn't uncommon. In fact, it became a normal occurrence for me. I had loved studying the animals in the Trigeda, always finding them astounding, every one acting a different way, how they'd interact with each other.
It was different from how humans interacted, with the animals it was peaceful; the circle of life. And with humans it was tough, always using violence as the first means of answer, their reasoning always being 'Jus drein jus daun.'
Blood must have blood.
Lincoln had told me about the boat people, how my views and theirs didn't share many differences. But I knew I couldn't condemn my life to one stuck on the water, surrounded by miles and miles of sea and fish.
I loved the wholly green trees, and the spots of color by the flowers when a welcoming spring came; a sign of forgiveness from the harsh conditions of a rough winter just weeks before, when the animals would go into hiding.
When the Sky People initially landed it scared off the animals for miles around the drop ship, it took two weeks for them to return to their natural acts.
I knew Trikru weren't fond of the Sky People, they were like all the other clans- instantly resorting to violence and wars. They fit right in here on Earth.
So when I found a boy who bore the symbols of Skaikru in the middle of the forest unconscious, I had to do something.
I knew what they'd do to him if they found him here, and I'd never forgive myself if I let that happen knowing I could've done something.
I had tried picking him up but he was fairly heavy, and I was fairly weak. I felt bad dragging him, not knowing what lay between the grass but it was the only option I had.
Luckily for him, my cave was nearby.
I dragged him all the way inside my cave before assessing what had happened.
I felt very awkward feeling him up and down, feeling as though I was invading his personal space; which I was. But it was for the greater good.
I think.
Once I was sure he didn't have any wounds I felt his face, his freckles, and dirt hid underneath my palms as I cupped his cheeks. His temperature was high but he was breathing fine, possibly dehydration? Starvation? Either way, I couldn't do anything until he woke up.
I removed his jacket and placed it under his head as a sort of pillow while also trying to take his body temperature down I rubbed a cloth with water across his dirty face.
Once the dirt was off his features were much more prominent, his freckles littered his face with underbags like he hadn't had a good night's rest in days. My guess was either blue or green eyes.
Deciding to let him sleep I backed away from the boy. I stepped towards my meat rack and grabbed two pieces of provisions, then placed the meat on the metal rack above the smoke to get something ready for when he awoke.
It didn't take long for him to wake up, the smell of cooked meat filled the cave in a warm atmosphere.
The boy shot up, looking around cluelessly before his eyes landed on me. He instinctively grabbed for a knife, instead gripping onto nothing.
I probably should've dressed less like a grounder.
I knew little of English, only really hearing it when I went to Trikru villages or Polis.
He backed up into the cave wall, struggling to stand on his feet.
"Shhh," I spoke softly, placing my hands out in a calming manner, if I could calm animals I could calm humans right?
"Where am I?" His voice was loud and rough, it boomed off the walls of the cave.
"Cave," I simply state, grabbing my knife from my pocket as the boy's eyes widen. I knew he'd feel safer if he thought he was in control. I tossed the knife over to him, showing him I had no other weapons.
He quickly leaned in to grab it, now aiming it towards me.
"Why am I here?" His voice was less louder this time, but still fairly rough in octaves.
"Asleep in the forest,"
The dots seemed to connect in his mind as he lowered the knife, still weary about my every move.
My hand slowly went to my side, grabbing my canteen and sliding it across the floor to him.
"Drink," I demanded, giving my best trusting smile.
He kicked it back to me, untrusting the contents. If I wanted him dead I would've done it when he was asleep in the middle of the forest!
Even animals trust easier than this.
"You first," He said.
I rolled my eyes and took the canteen to my lips, taking a small sip to save the rest for him.
Sliding it once again to him he swiftly took it and drank the remaining contents in a very fast manner, like he's never tasted water that good before. His swift actions made a giggle erupt from me, making him look weirdly at me.
"Why?" He asked, placing the knife in its respective holster.
I looked at him confused, unsure of what he was referring to.
"Why save me?"
I thought about the words for a moment, unsure of how much trig he knew- or if he knew any at all.
"I am much kinder than Trikru," I said, walking towards the smoke rack. "Food, eat,"
He wasn't sure if he could trust me, even after I just saved his life, he thought I'd want some unrepayable favor back, or that I was just waiting for my leader to show up.
I sighed and walked to the wall of the cave, sitting down and leaning back on my arms. "Okay, starve," I said.
His face was one of inner debating, not taking long before getting up and taking his share of the meat.
"What's your name?" He asked, now sitting down in the same spot he was before, which was fairly close to me. Though he held the knife in his hands as he ate; I didn't mind.
"Many questions," I say with a smile, "y/n."
He never returned my smile, instead turning his expression into one of seriousness "I'm gonna have questions for the person who dragged me to this cave,"
I scoffed, "You have a knife, gonot,"
There was no use in helping someone who won't take it, it's like chasing a rabbit who doesn't wanna be chased.
The boy rolled his eyes, his head shaking as well, he knew enough to know I told him to leave. He used his knee to prop himself up, heading towards the cave entrance with one last look at me.
Brown eyes. He had deep, brown eyes.
It had been a few days since my last encounter with the brown-eyed boy. I hadn't thought about him much, only before I went to bed, when I woke up, when I was watching animals, and when I was talking to Lincoln. I'd like to think that wasn't much.
I couldn't shake the fact he hadn't even thanked me for saving his life, nobody had ever treated me with such coldness before. Especially after I help them. Maybe it was just a Skaikru thing, maybe they weren't used to common courtesy. He hadn't even told me his name.
The boy on the other hand had also been thinking of me, the grounder who saved him.
Though he didn't like that word.
Instead, he told everyone he camped out in a cave with a grounder that he held hostage. He couldn't believe the grounders were kind, not after the lives they took, the torture they put Skaikru through. But he couldn't help repeating my name in his head, repeating that day over and over.
A grounder saved him.
I wasn't sure why I was so drawn to the boy with the brown eyes, but I just knew I was.
Walking through the forest I was picking random flowers, feeling bad for them as I was ripping them from their bodies stuck to the ground, but it made great feed for the rabbits.
I was twirling the daisy between my fingers when a loud voice boomed off the barks of the trees, scaring the crows from their nests.
"Don't move!" I heard a voice yell from behind me.
My entire body froze in fear, I had never been put in a situation like this, never having made many enemies.
"Turn around, slowly!"
I did as told, moving as slowly as I could until I was face to face with a boy, this wasn't the boy from the cave, this one had bright blue eyes you could see from miles away and a messy middle part with a particularly big nose.
I felt like a deer that was spooked by hunters, everything in me was telling me to run, escape, and take my chances. But my legs wouldn't cooperate with my head. I couldn't take this guy on, I wasn't a fighter, I never learned.
He could sense the fear radiating off me, "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, grounder." He spoke with such spite as if I was a disease or plague.
I couldn't form any sentences, my heart was beating against the cage of my chest, and I prayed that anybody would come and save me.
I didn't wanna die.
I didn't wanna die before learning his name.
I was about to die and he was the first thing I was thinking of, unbelievable.
"Speak!" He shouted once again, stepping closer to me with his gun aiming towards my head.
"Murphy!" The familiar voice filled my ears.
Murphy, I'm assuming, looked back quickly before letting out an angry groan.
The brown-eyed boy appeared, and when he saw the scene he was angry.
He marched up to Murphy and grabbed ahold of his jacket, making him drop the gun.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He yelled into Murphy's face, still gripping his jacket as strong as ever, he practically lifted him up.
"Finishing the job man!" Murphy tried pushing the boy off but it was no use, fear seeped into Murphy's voice.
"Finishing the job?" He repeated though it wasn't a question.
"C'mon, Bellamy, she's just a stupid-," Murphy tried reasoning.
Bellamy.
"She's what!?" Bellamy yelled, slamming Murphy into a tree before grabbing him again, "She's what!?"
I couldn't lie to myself, seeing this side of Bellamy was attractive. Knowing he was already so protective over me, I couldn't let him kill Murphy.
"Bellamy!" I shouted.
Bellamy didn't look towards me, instead, he glared into Murphy's eyes before throwing him down and backing away towards the dropped gun.
Only then did he meet my gaze, examining me from feet away to make sure Murphy didn't harm me.
Murphy took a while to regain his composure, standing up and dusting himself off while looking between us.
"Let's go," Bellamy said, looking towards Murphy.
Bellamy stole another glance at me before leaving for their ship, leaving me standing there still processing everything.
That day came and went, and so did the next. I had begun missing Bellamy, I roamed the woods hoping I'd run into him but I never did.
I even debated on just running into their camp, but the big weaponry scared me off. All I could do was hope and pray he was okay, that Trikru hadn't gotten to him first.
I spoke with Lincoln the day after the incident, I told him about Bellamy, about Murphy. And he admitted he too saved a girl from Skaikru, she was Bellamy's sister, and she wasn't like the rest. Octavia was kind, and gentle with Lincoln, a calm contrast to the way most people had treated him.
I was happy for Lincoln, he found someone he was interested in, and it was nice to have someone relate to the same experiences I was going through.
Bellamy was worrying about me just as much as well. After the previous incident, he wasn't sure I could handle myself if another person were to threaten me. The thought alone had his blood boiling.
He wanted me there, in camp, where he knew I'd be safe. But after what happened with the grounders he didn't think the rest of the camp would like that idea.
He tried everything to go outside the walls, to even catch a glimpse of me but he knew the camp needed him there now. The wall wouldn't build itself. He'd always find his mind coming back to me, carefree picking flowers and talking to the animals.
Most would find it crazy but he found it mesmerizing. In such a dark world there was such beauty, and I knew how to find it in even the darkest of times.
I was in my cave when I heard someone call me.
"y/n."
It was Lincoln.
I smiled when I saw him, Lincoln was one of my best friends, well, my only best friend.
"Yea?" I ask, walking up to him, his expression is a mix of anger and worry.
"They're going to attack tonight, the bridge,"
Lincoln didn't need to explain further for me to know what he was talking about.
Trikru was going to march on Skaikru.
I needed to warn them.
I swiftly ran past Lincoln, but he quickly grabbed my arm.
"Lincoln! I need to-"
"Be safe."
I gave him a nod before rushing off to the drop ship, my mind only worrying about Bellamy and his people. With every step, the sky got darker, and my legs began to get sore but I had to push through.
And then I saw it.
The big wooden fence made of scraps.
"Grounder!" I heard one of the men atop the wall yell. "Don't move!"
Bellamy was the first to open the doors, his face turned to one of surprise, but I didn't have time for reunions.
"Don't shoot! She is safe!" Bellamy yelled.
I ran to him, "Bellamy," I looked into his eyes, "They're attacking soon, from the bridge," His expression dropped to a more serious look.
"We know," He said, "Ravens working on a bomb right now,"
My face must've contorted enough for him to notice.
"For the bridge," He finished with a smile.
A breath of relief passed through my lips.
"Come in, I'll catch you up."
It took him an hour to explain everything, from Murphy going missing to him returning with a temporary sickness infecting everyone but the immune. It was something Trikru did to thin out the battlefield, my heart felt for all the souls who couldn't make it past the sickness.
"Bellamy!" I heard a girl from outside his tent call, he gave me a look before exiting the tent and I curiously followed, receiving stares from everyone around us.
"Raven? What's up?" He asked Raven, she had a tan complexion with a high ponytail.
"We did it, now we just need to make it there and shoot it."
Bellamy nodded, "I'll do it,"
I immediately looked towards him, "No!"
"I have to, it's for my people," He said, now looking down towards me.
I couldn't stand the thought of possibly losing him, what if something went wrong and he never came back?
"There isn't any other way?" I pleaded, worry evident in my face and tone.
"Our other shooters are too sick and I'm the last good shot," His hands went to my arms in a comforting matter, "I'll be back before you even know it."
His words did little to calm my worries, but I knew he was set on his decision. All I could do was nod in reply.
Raven handed him a sniper and mixture, "Pour the gunpowder around the jelly, then run far away."
With every word she spoke, I could feel the fear and sadness crawl up my spine.
Bellamy was ready to leave but before he did he looked at me before approaching another boy "If anything happens to her, they answer to me, got it?"
The boy nodded his head in reply.
I watched as he left the gates and as they slowly closed behind him, the anxiety growing within everyone in the camp. If Bellamy failed, it was over for everyone else as well.
For the next few hours, I stayed in Bellamy's tent, lying in his bed and curled up under his blanket which still smelled like him. I was beyond worried for him, I hadn't known him long but I deeply cared for him.
"Don't think I just forgot." I heard a voice say, now entering the tent. It was Murphy.
The same scared feeling returned throughout my body.
"What do you want?" I ask, sitting up off the bed, trying to seem as tough as possible knowing deep down I was terrified of the man standing in front of me.
"You made me look weak!" He shouted at me, his grip on the knife becoming stronger as his knuckles clouded over with a white shade.
"I don't know what you mean," I tried defending myself, Murphy stepped closer and brought the knife to my throat. The cold metal sent shivers and goosebumps down my body.
I wanted so desperately to defend myself, to take action, but I just couldn't.
"Shouldve done it when I had the chance,"
"Done what," Bellamy said before entering.
I almost started crying at the sight of Bellamy, his curly hair now matted in the dirt, but he never looked more handsome.
Murphy instantly dropped the knife and turned around, the moment he did Bellamy's fist locked with Murphy's face, making him scramble on the ground. Bellamy grabbed Murphy by the collar of his jacket and dragged him to the gate, not even letting him get up.
What scared me most is the fact Bellamy hadn't said a word since he found us.
The gates opened and he threw Murphy to the ground, giving him a nice kick to go with it.
Once Murphy was out of the way the gates closed, everyone watching in worry and fear as whispers erupted from the crowd.
Nobody had ever protected me like Bellamy had, I felt more safe with him than I've ever felt before.
Bellamy wasted no time in returning to the tent, seeing me wait there for him.
I ran into his arms and cupped his cheeks, locking our lips together finally.
His hands snaked down to my lower back, pulling me closer into his embrace as he led me to the bed laying me down gently.
I pulled away to catch my breath and he took this time to shrug his jacket off.
"I missed you," I said breathily, smiling up at him while he took his shirt off, revealing his toned chest which I swiftly ran my hands over, feeling every crevice, wanting to engrave the feeling into the pads of my fingers.
"I missed you too, princess," He returned my smile slyly, sneaking his hands under my top and sliding it off with ease, revealing my bare chest as he looked in complete awe.
Being under his gaze made my face flush with a deep red, suddenly feeling vulnerable, it didn't take him long to get his hands working up and down my body, feeling over my breasts and sides before slipping my pants down slowly revealing my soaked cunt, I bit my lip at the coldness meeting my warm pussy.
Bellamy let out a groan, feeling his bulge harden against his tight jeans. Tossing my jeans to the side he slid his fingers in between my slit, coating his fingers in the juices and trailing them up my thighs.
"This fine, princess?" He asked, staring into my eyes with his beautiful brown eyes.
I nodded my head quickly, needing this more than anything at the moment.
I heard his belt unbuckle and his zipper become undone. His hands grabbed my thighs and spread them open before lining himself up with my hole.
Bellamy let out a soft groan after only pressing his tip into me, he slowly pushed deeper into me causing sweet moans and pants to fill the tent.
It was the sweetest sound Bellamy had ever heard, he needed to hear more.
Once Bellamy was fully inside me he began slowly grinding his hips into me, not wanting to fully pull out. The feeling was ecstatic, unlike anything I'd ever felt before.
My hands reached for anything to grab onto, landing on his arms I grabbed onto them as the pain flooded my body from the abuse my sweet spot was going through.
"Doing so good," Bellamy groaned out, grabbing ahold of my hips while my legs wrapped around his waist. He gazed at the facial expressions I was making, the faster he pounded the better they got to him.
Bellamy wanted to be rough with me, to thrust into me until I couldn't take it anymore, but he knew he needed to be gentle with me. At least for now.
His grip on my hips forced me to stay still, unable to properly arch my back making him hit the deepest spots in me. I knew I couldn't last, I knew my climax was reaching me this soon.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck... Bell!" I moaned out loudly, my climax washing over my body as I shook in Bellamy's grip.
The tightening of my pussy drove Bellamy crazy, he couldn't be gentle, not like this, not when I was below him being so irresistible.
His slow thrusts soon turned rough and fast, each thrust ending with wet and lewd sounds.
Tears began streaming down my cheeks at the overstimulation, my hands going to his chest trying to push him away but my attempts were futile.
"Just keep looking pretty under me," Bellamy said, his eyes not looking away from my face, only taking quick glances toward my breasts.
His praises were addicting, making my legs start to shake erratically.
His face was coated in a thin layer of sweat, causing his skin to shine as the light from the small lantern lit the side of his face, I wanted to remember this moment forever, him above me making me feel so insanely good; better than anyone could ever make me feel.
Bellamy's hand trailed up my body and to my neck, he squeezed lightly giving him a better angle to fuck into me.
The pressure on my neck was enough to make me cum again, my body shook uncontrollably as another orgasm washed over me, painting Bellamy's cock in a thick white layer, making it easier to slip in and out of me.
Bellamy was close to his own climax, chasing the high.
"All mine, all mine," He breathed out, leaning down and kissing my neck while giving light squeezes to my neck.
His groans became louder in my ear, and it wasn't long before I felt him pull out and finish all over my stomach.
He leaned into my shoulder and caught up with his breath, smiling into my neck and breathing me in.
"You did so good," His voice was rough, a slight contrast from before.
He stood up slowly and grabbed a nearby cloth to clean me up, discarding it after.
"You're okay?" Bellamy asked sweetly, while I crawled into a more comfortable position on his bed.
"Mhm, lay with me," I said meekly.
Bellamy smiled at the sight of me curled up in his bed, he crawled in beside me and pulled me closer to him.
"Stay here with me," He whispered, stroking my hair lovingly.
"What if Murphy comes back?"
He thought for a moment, "For you? I'd banish him a thousand times over,"
I smiled up at him, placing a small kiss on his lips.
"I'll stay then,"
With Bellamy's fingers stroking my hair, the heat coming from our bodies, and the safety I felt beside him, I drifted off to sleep.
