his dick is heavy in his hand, flushed and leaking, the head slick as he runs it slowly through the slippery mess between your thighs. your folds are swollen, twitching with every brush of his tip.
his voice is rough when he whispers, “gonna ease it in, baby… s’gonna feel big. you tell me if it’s too much, alright?”
but you’re already nodding, legs spread wide, cunt stretched open and aching for him. the first inch pushes past your entrance and your body clenches around him immediately, sucking him in with a wet, squelching noise that makes his whole body jolt.
“oh—oh, sweetheart…”
his dick is so fat it forces your walls to stretch around him, snug and slippery and tight, and he’s biting his lip hard to keep himself from rutting deeper too fast. the air’s full of heat and moans, your gasps high and breathy while his are low, cracked, almost desperate.
he’s panting into your neck, trembling from restraint as he feeds you more. your pussy gives a sticky noise each time his hips nudge forward, and you can feel the drag of every vein along your inner walls, your muscles fluttering like you’re trying to spit him out but pull him deeper at the same time.
by the time he’s halfway in, your nails are digging into his back and your thighs are starting to shake. there’s a thick pressure deep in your belly, like your body’s being filled too full, and when you glance down, you can see the faint outline of him under your skin, stretching you out from the inside.
“just a lil’ more,” he groans, voice cracked. “you’re taking it—so good, baby, so soft down there, you’re squeezing me real tight…”
you whimper as he finally bottoms out, dick buried to the base, the thick root of it pressed firm against your overstretched entrance. he doesn’t move, breathing hard against your cheek, both of you dizzy from how deep he is.
your cunt pulses around him, dripping mess down onto the hairy base of his cock.
his hand finds your lower belly, palm spreading over that swollen spot where his dick bulges inside you.
“look at that,” he murmurs, in awe. “my sweet girl’s stuffed so full.”
he doesn’t even need to move. just the feeling of being buried inside you for the first time, the sight of your pussy stretched wide around him, your gasping mouth, your fluttering lashes, your slick dripping onto his thighs—it’s all too much.
he grinds in once—just to feel the way you tremble—and you both moan at the same time, breath tangled, filthy and flushed and soaking the bed.
and when he finally pulls back to push in again slow and deep, your whole body arches.
“there you go,” he groans, voice ruined. “that’s it, baby. open up f’me.”
Warnings! porn with no plot, explicit sexual content, p in v
Note! its 11pm and I'm trying not to play roblox all night so I'm going to write smut all night😒 Also first post!!
Edit: thank you everyone for the support!
He is so beautiful, his muscles, his face, his personality...his bank account...everything is just so perfect, yet he thinks I am the most beautiful thing in the world.
It's a sunny Saturday morning, he's deep in you, your body is near limp as you enjoy the pleasure of your husband's huge cock, the feeling better than anything else. He drives into you, saying small words of praise. He leans down, kissing your neck and collarbones while wrapping his strong arms around your tiny waist.
"Baby..." He whimpers, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while he destroys your pussy. You manage to form a small response, a small hum amidst the moans. "I am so happy that you're my wife...my pretty little wife" He praises before he cums, and before he pulls out, he makes sure that you cum too, even though this is probably the tenth time you've cummed since you two started fucking. His thumb comes to rub and press on your clit as he pulls back to stand up straight, watching your face as you come undone, getting off from your pleasure.
Once you cum, you lay almost lifeless on the bed, your body shakes violently. As you come down from your orgasm.
"Crap...are you okay?" He asks quickly, pulling out slowly before massaging your body. "Did I go to hard? I'm sorry"
You choke out a few words, trying your best to communicate in your state, "Fine, so good love." You hum, sighing softly as you lay back while he gives you aftercare.
This wasn’t how you expected this to go. One moment you were reading The Odyssey, trying to read something Bellamy liked so you could bond over it, to him eating you out as you read it. You were practically shaking, fingers curled tightly around the book. Every time you stopped reading or stopped answering his questions, he stopped moving.
You gasped, leaning your head back as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to get tighter. “Bellamy,” You whined, your hand leaving the book to card through his dark, messy curls. He stopped, looking up at you with those brown eyes that were blown out with lust.
“Keep going, what does Athena do?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your clit. You were choking, there was no way in hell you’d manage to keep going. But the only way to get what you wanted was to keep reading to him. Your hand left his hair, opening the book again.
“She-oh my gosh,” You shuttered as you began to answer. “Into a beggar, she disguised him as beggar!” You rushed out, back arching as he began to give you that pleasure again.
“Turned who into a beggar?” He asked, mouth never leaving your mound. The vibrations of his voice made you forget the question for a moment, an almost pornographic moan leaving your mouth at the feeling. You took a deep breath, trying to speak.
“Odysseus.”
“Why’d she do it?” He asked, his hands keeping your thighs spread open as he continued his attack on your cunt. You would’ve have assumed he hadn’t eaten in days with how he was lapping at you.
“The suitors,” You began, moaning out. You dropped the book, hands flying to his head. Your fingers pulled on his curls, a low hum coming from him. You knew you had to finish. “So the suitors didn’t recognize him and kill him!” You said through your teeth.
Yeah, you gave up. You were coming whether the question was finished or not. “Bellamy!” You called out his name. It wasn’t permission nor a question, it was letting him know how your body was reacting to him. You came on his tongue, body shaking as you did so.
He slowed down, allowing you to ride out your orgasm as you shuttered in his grasp. You were breathing heavily as he continued again. You whined, grabbing at his hair. “Did they recognize him?” Bellamy asked, looking up at you from your legs.
You hadn’t gotten to that part yet. “I don’t know.” You spoke, your hips bucked towards him as he stopped.
“Well,” He began, reaching over for the book. “Let’s find out. Keep reading.” He tells you as you opened the book again. It would be a while until you found out they did—but only when Odysseus was able to string the bow.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : turns out a spark of jealousy can ignite quite a fiery scene later on, when bellamy visits your tent.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : softdom!bellamy x fem,virgin!reader, smut (18+), virginity loss, friends to lovers, possessiveness, jealous!reader, piv, fingering, praise kink, size kink, overuse of pet names, creampie.
𝐰𝐜 : 4k.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : there’s little to no references to the previous part btw!
⟶ part1.
Never in your whole life had you been so close to ripping your ears off as you were now — now that the high-pitched chatter of a group of girls your age seemed to follow you around the camp, tormenting you even more than usual. Sure, you’ve been aware of tidbits of their jabbering for some time — but today, it truly drove you over the edge.
“Wanna bet I score with him before the week ends?” one girl chuckled loudly, the sentence making everyone more lively.
All you could do was listen from the distance and continue the task of skinning meat for dinner. All while the girls made bets on who would get into Bellamy’s pants first.
“Like hell you will. He doesn’t even leave the dropship lately. His nose is constantly in those dumb maps that weird girl draws for him.” another one scoffed.
The previous girl grunted, her eyes rolling dismissively. “She needs to get off his back. It’s getting annoying.”
“You think they fuck?” another wondered out loud.
“If they do, she’s not doing a very good job. Lately he’s been even more tense and snappy than he used to be.” the joke earned a laugh from the rest of the group.
The knife you peeled the meat with left red marks on your palm from how tight you gripped the handle. Emotions swirling within you were nothing like you had ever felt before. Misery settled over you. Misery of your own patheticness.
Suddenly you remembered something. The promise you made yourself at the arrival on this planet. The promise to never get backed into the corner again.
Your whole chest has been burned by how long you held that amount of love for Bellamy hidden. Now, it desperately tried to break free, exponentiated by the adrenaline rush you just endured.
He was your Bellamy. The one who watched you sketch maps of the area with utter respect for your skilled hand. The one whose warm hands showed you how to handle a smoking gun, whose rugged voice softened when adressing you.
The one you adored.
Your heart leaped to him. And you weren’t capable of holding it back any longer.
•
Hours had slipped by faster than you noticed. It honestly was hard to pay attention to anything other than the ongoing battle inside your head. Realizing what time it was already, you stormed out of your tent. The scouting party was supposed to move out any moment now. They were going to search through a new territory of the woods with the help of your newly, carefully sketched maps, that you beared in your hand in the moment.
It was always loud when the hunters gathered. But invariably, there was one voice that managed to pierce through the chaos with ease.
“Alright, we’ll split into trios today to be on the safe side. Roma, Miller and I are gonna have the walkie-talkies, meaning we’re leading the trios.” Bellamy announced, handing the devices to his two most trusted gunners. “Questions?”
The chatter rose up again while teens formed groups of three. You squeezed your way through the crowd to deliver maps to the leaders of the groups. The moment you handed the paper to Roma, a disgustingly familiar giggle reached your ears. Dreading the sight that awaited you, you slowly turned around — only to see that one particular girl, practically frolicking towards Bellamy.
Well, who was she to pass up the opportunity of a lifetime and not join his trio? You watched the scene as Bellamy carelessly agreed to her company, putting a riffle into her hands. Your pulse jumped when her hand grazed his along the way.
Bearing a heavy heart and burning cheeks, you hurried towards him the moment he finally stepped away from the clingy girl.
“There you are. Thought you decided I don’t deserve a map for a moment.” His eyes lit up with familiar warmth the second your silhouette appeared in front of him.
A teasing smile tugged at your lips. “You have my guidance, do not worry.”
“Thanks angel.” Before you could relish in the sound of the nickname on his tongue, he already turned around, his tone turning rough again. “Okay, we’re heading out! Let’s go!”
No. You couldn’t let him go off with her just like that.
“Bell, wait!”
He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. Before he could speak, you stood on tiptoe, clutched his shoulder and lowered him to your level.
And then a sweet kiss got planted on his cheek.
You felt his olive skin heat up beneath your lips in just those two, delicate seconds.
“Be careful.” you breathed with a smile as you slowly stepped away from him.
You actually did it.
“I…I will be,” He grinned, showing off those smile lines you so adored. “Always am.”
Just when you chuckled, a yell rose from the treeline at the exact moment. “Bellamy! Man, you comin’ or what?” Miller’s impatient groan bursted your bubble. It seemed like the whole group was already diving into the darkness of the forest.
The dazed look in Bellamy’s eyes began to fade away. But despite his best efforts to fully snap out of it, his moves stayed giddy, as if he just got slapped. Or softly kissed. “Coming!” he barked back and then turned to you one last time. He couldn’t leave without giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze now, could he?
Your heart was beating so intensely that it rattled your whole chest. He glanced back at you twice before his eyes lost you for good.
You returned to your tent in a haze. For a few minutes you truly were over the moon. That was util the silence settled in. Until you eventually started pacing back and forth in your tent, descending into your usual insecurities.
Did you push it?
Was that weird?
Should you say sorry?
Hours have passed. You were just in the middle of rehearsing your pathetic, carefully considered apology when the sound of the crowd forming outiside sank through the fabric of your tent — a clear sign of the hunting party’s arrival.
The tightening sensation in your throat made a return. You knew it was only a matter of time until Bellamy would pay a visit. He checked up on you every nightfall. Tonight wouldn’t be any different. Unless you disgusted him now…
Yet it soon turned out you didn’t, when you heard a low, familiar grumble from outside.
“Hey, it’s me. Can I…?”
“Y-Yeah, come on in.” you invited him.
Bellamy’s curls sticked out from behind the tent flap, the space growing smaller and hotter the very moment his large frame entered inside.
“Hey,” You masked the nerves that were knotting inside your stomach with a hopefully casual grin. Mentally preparing yourself for the moment of your utter discomfiture. “Everything went alright out there? Were the maps helpful?”
„Yeah. We think we might have found a new hunting area. You did great with them.” his warm voice filled your ears, letting you feast on the sound. You nodded and felt your blood rush at even the smallest praise from him.
The sounds of the camp slowly fell silent. The only thing to be heard now, was his breathing and the hammering of your heart.
A deep breath in and out seemed like a right way to begin what you had planned.
“Bell, listen, about what happened a few hours ago…I just wanted to say I don’t know why I did that, I guess I was just stupidly worried about you and maybe I was a little jealous, but I don’t want to make it seem like–“
“Hey, hey, slow down…” Confusion was painted all over his face now. “Why are you apologizing? Jealous? Jealous of what?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that…that one girl, who won’t leave you alone, I heard her talking about you all the time and then you were about to go off to the woods with her and…whatever. I don’t know if you know, but all she wants is to just sleep with you. And you know, it’s cool, it’s fine, but I-“
You didn’t get to fully justify yourself.
His lips crashed into yours halfway through another word you tried to utter.
You never truly knew the meaning of time freezing until then.
His palms cupped both your cheeks, smoothing them out with his thumbs during the rushed assault on your mouth. His lips felt even warmer than his hands that he always gently touched you with. They felt better than you ever imagined them to feel when you admired them longingly.
Before you could figure out how to properly return the kiss, he pulled away. With hands still cradling your face the way they would cradle a porcelain doll, his eyes locked with yours desperately, bearing a question within them. Aching for an answer.
He was just about to curse himself for the action — so sudden and inconsiderate — ready to apologize to you. He almost could have thought you were startled… if it wasnt for the way your body gravited forward. Still seeking something.
“Is…is this alright?” he murmured lowly, as if he feared raising his voice even by a bit.
That was the moment you recognized what hunger meant.
You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Your body betrayed you, trembling as it ceased to obey you. All you knew was that you needed him to keep going. You lifted yourself onto your toes and grasped the material of his worn-out jacket, nodding. “Yes. Yeah.”
A quiet, short chuckle rose from his throat as his hands assisted you in your movements. “Alright.” His fingers swept a strand of hair out of your face. A wave of heat rushed through you again when his mouth returned to yours. Even if it was only the second time your lips met — the touch felt like coming home.
The force of the kiss drove you a step backward. Left breathless immediately, you tried to make your lips move in harmony with his, sloppily returning the overwhelming affection. When his tongue entered your mouth, tasting you, parting your lips with a groan, you needed to figure out how to deal with that too. Your body trembled with the amount of love you needed to show him but wasn’t sure how yet. Left dumbfounded.
Bellamy wasn’t an idiot, so he sure didn’t want you to feel like one. Aware of your inexperience, all he wanted was to be good to you. To be what you deserved.
His fingers combed through your hair, sliding down your scalp, your neck, kneading on your skin covered in goosebumps.
Pulling on his curls, sucking on his lips, rubbing your whole body into his was not satisfying enough now. The faint sounds of your worked up whimpers along with your trembling made him pull his lips back just a bit, enough to rest his forehead against yours.
“Relax a bit. What are you shaking so much for, dummy?” the sweet mockery sent a thrill down your spine. Struggling to handle yourself, you nodded and looked deep into his dark eyes. Jesus, he was glancing down at you like you were the only thing on this planet that was worth the warmth of his palms.
“No rush, ‘kay?” his voice lingered on the curve of your neck while his lips tormented the sensitive spot he just found out made you squirm.
Your fuzzy mind didn’t even register when he backed you up towards your sleeping bag. But there you were, surrendering to the way your knees buckled underneath him.
The sheets rustled as he laid you down. You could’ve sworn you saw his brown pupils dilating when he lowered himself on top of you. He made you feel so ridiculously small when his legs caged yours, when his palms covered the entirety of your burning cheeks. You were simply mesmerized by the sheer size of him, here, in your bed.
Your gasps grew louder once his kisses sped up, something almost animalistic blooming in them. Something that you noticed started to take over yourself as well.
His breaths warmed you up everywhere. His mouth worked so damn hard to taste your skin, his saliva covered the edges of your mouth. He stroked your messy hair back once the strands started getting in his way, his hands fondling your head affectionately, then kneading on the back of your neck. They stayed tender. But as tender and careful as they were, they still made the journey downward, sliding down your waist.
That was when his mouth stopped moving. Both of you looked down to where his large palm was spread across your pelvis, the tips of his fingers reverently hooking beneath your shirt. The air was made up of your breaths and gasps merged together as the moment turned static. You both knew what this move would mean. Your eyes locked together felt like an electrifying force either of you refused to stop.
“Can I…?” his voice was so hoarse it made you shiver. You watched him breathe with parted lips and eyes so soft and so wide. He looked worshipful. As if he had something heaven-sent beneath him. Because in that moment, he truly believed he did.
You nodded eagerly, waiting for air to came back into your lungs. “Please. Yes.”
“Thank you, angel,” he murmured pressing a kiss to your stomach, before leaving you bare chested under him with a few smooth moves. “Look at you...” the whisper sank into your skin as his lips took their sweet time appreciating your breasts, alternately with his fingers kneading on them, managing to draw out breathy reactions from your throat. “So beautiful.”
You threw your head back and felt your whole face turn ruby in the sweetest embarrassment you’ve ever felt.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, sweetheart. So good, I promise.”
“Bell…“ Your legs wrapped tight around his waist and as you uncontrollably rubbed yourself against his firm thigh, feeling how embarrassingly wet you had already gotten for him. “Please…”
“I know. I got you,” his lips slid all the way down to your hips, where his hands could get on with getting rid of the rest of your clothes. “I got you. Lift up f’me, baby.” You lifted your lower body immediately. “Mhm, like that, that’s great.” His fingers worked the zipper of your jeans open, sliding them off moments before doing the same to your thin, soaked panties.
Getting more confident, you tugged off his t-shirt, feeling up every inch of his muscled chest you managed to reach, making a fond chuckle escape his throat. Your palm lingered to feel the unnatural hammering of his heart.
“Yeah, no more being shy. No need for that, right?”
“Right.” you whispered and let him brush the words right off your lips with a kiss.
His hands dropped to your thighs. Kneading on them, he carefully forced them open. All while his lips kept peppering soft kisses all over your neck. Wanting to get you relaxed a bit, once he saw how worked up you got.
You peeked down once you felt him approach your sensitive area. Your eyelashes fluttered down, then back up to his gaze.
“Two fingers. That okay, bunny?” he cooed, drawing soothing circles over your leg.
All you could do was nod. Eagerly. Your chest rattled, your legs quivered and parted further. You wholeheartedly needed to give yourself over to him.
He smiled to you reassuringly. You noticed him mouth a silent ‘okay’ before his fingers dragged over the slickness of your folds.
“You’re this excited, baby?” he murmured, his head getting dizzy with how wet you felt.
And then all you felt were his fingers sliding inside you.
You mewled while he circled your clit and worked you open. You tightened around his fingers immediately, so confused about all that sensations, all that pleasure. He pumped them in and out. Slow at first, letting you adjust to the feeling.
“Oh my gosh–“ you sighed into his shoulder. He curled them so deep inside you, causing your hips to involuntarily jerk up.
“Yeah, there? That feel good?” he mouthed into your skin.
“Yes!” you whined.
He kept going, drawing sticky sounds with every faster move of his palm. He needed to show you how the stretch would feel, get you ready if you were to take more than just that.
“Bellamy–” The heat pooling in your stomach was unbearable. Your insides were turning to mush. It was too much. Your body just squirmed, your head falling back when the first orgasm of the night washed over you. With a cry, you came on his fingers.
“There you go, yeah,” He watched you in awe, in utter adoration. Watching your parted lips and red cheeks, listening to your gasps like it was the most beautiful melody. Feeling himself get so painfully impatient, so achingly hard for you. “Do you want more, sweetheart? Somethin’ better? Just tell me if you’re ready.”
Something primal took over your whole body completely, you could barely contain yourself when you nodded desperately, your wide eyes practically pleading to see him inside you. “I…I am. Please, I’m ready.”
“Alright. ‘Kay.” the whisper accompanied the feeling of his vainy hand slowly sliding out of you and making it’s way to his pants. You admired the way his long fingers worked the zipper. The way they revealed his buldged boxers. And finally, the way he freed his heavy cock, reddened, the tip coated with precum.
Your stomach curled at the sight. He…was just so big.
It made you even more nervous. Your widened eyes just followed his movements as he palmed himself swiftly, your stomach sinking at the new sight.
Leaning down to kiss you, he rubbed himself against your folds softly, enough to slide over your cum. Enough to make you twitch, pulling a moan out of you immediately.
“Gonna go slow, alright?” He eased your legs wide open, making room for himself. As he did, he made sure to pamper each of your knees with a kiss. “And you just tell me if it gets too much, yeah? Promise you’ll tell me. Nothin’ to be nervous about.” The way your head kept desperately nodding, told him everything he needed to know.
Your cry filled the tent once he stretched you out. Your slickness coated him, easing his path. You heard him mumble soft apologies into your neck at the sight of your face scrunching in a wave of temporary discomfort.
Your puffy walls clenched around him immediately, making his hips jerk, causing you both to gasp. All you felt was pain and pleasure merging into literal perfection as he finally thrusted himself deep into you.
“I know, I know that hurts a little,” He stroked your cheek, seeing the way you winced. “It’s okay, see? You’re taking me so amazing already,” The feeling of your walls hugging his throbbing cock made groans escape his throat. “You’re so warm, baby,” he panted into your neck, smoothing out your goosebumps-covered skin. “So tight.”
Your pussy gave a sticky sound every time his hips slammed forward. Slow and deep. He buried himself inside you to then drag his whole length back up and sink into you again, hitting that right spot. You mewled and felt your muscles fluttering against him while your nails digged into the freckled skin of his back, attempting to somehow ground yourself.
He couldn’t help but think of how he’d love to listen to the sweet little sounds you made every night, every day, for the rest of his goddamn life.
“Oh, sweetheart, that’s it.” he sighed, voice cracked, as he felt your legs curling around his waist. His dick was hot and throbbing inside you while he kissed you so slowly and so sweetly it was torturous. He was guiding you through sensations you never knew were possible.
A thick pressure deep in your belly made you writhe. When you glanced down, not only did you realize how awfully your thighs have been shaking – you also saw the faint outline of his cock under the skin of your stomach. Something about the sight of him stuffing you full, gave you a primal sense of satisfaction, of pride, of love.
“Yeah, just take it, baby.” You felt his hand trailing down. Firstly, to knead on the swollen area on your lower abdomen. Then, it moved on to your entrance. An embarrassing gasp escaped your throat once his big, soft thumb found your clit again, making you pulse around him uncontrollably. You dropped your forehead on his shoulder, letting your nose dip into the crook of his collarbone.
“I know it’s a lot, baby. You can do it, I know you can.” the praise made you even weaker. “Show me you can do it.”
His moves grew faster, more rushed. You heard his skin slapping against yours all while your ears also picked up the soft whimpers and groans that started to slip more frequently past his lips —sounds so sweet and intimate you straight up thrived on them.
“Bellamy I- I’m gonna–“ you shutted your eyes, disoriented and dazed, overwhelmed by the pleasure that threatened to overflow you.
“Okay, sweetheart just let go. Did so great, now just cum, cum all over me.” he pressed his forehead against yours, his hair tickling your face.
A simple coo from him was enough — with a sinisterly loud cry, you came around him.
His hips buckled when he felt your fluids drip down his thighs, and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer himself. “Where…fuck, where do you–?” he barely formed the rushed question as his head dropped to nestle in the silkness of your hair.
“Inside!” you moaned without any doubt. You knew you had to feel his hot cum spill inside you. You needed him to fill you, truly claim you.
So with one last grind, he finally came inside your walls – the fullness causing your head to spin in ecstasy.
Your covered in sweat bodies remained tangled. Your heartbeats and breaths seemed to blend with one another while you both rode out your highs.
“Everything alright?” he whispered against your lips before tenderly brushing them with his own. “You okay?”
All you could do was nod and send a small smile his way, which he immediately returned.
He stayed buried inside you for a while, embracing you in his warm arms, before he eventually slid out of your folds, leaving you achingly empty, already missing him.
You still felt how stupidly colorful your face must’ve been. Especially now, as you laid on soaked blankets, too overwhelmed to move, becoming aware of the pleasant soreness that took over your thighs. You’ve never felt so vulnerable. But it didn’t scare you. Not when it was with Bellamy by your side, looking down at you with the calmest, most caring look.
With a satisfied sigh, his head dropped downwards while his hand coaxed your delicate legs to part further again. Then, his warm mouth covered your entrance. Your thighs quivered while he planted a delicate kiss over your soaked, swollen cunt.
“You did so great.” the whisper fanned over your skin.
And now there was no doubt — you belonged to one another irrevocably.
fucking bellamy blake and john murphy at the same time😔🫶 cw; smut, fem!reader (gimme a hair tie & two mins alone with them and i’ll genuinely change their lives <3)
murphy grouses at your every movement, pinching your hip as you shift beneath him and his cock drags backward against your walls, the movement helped along as bellamy tweaks your clit and your cunt dribbles slick.
your legs twitch and close inward, stopped short on their journey as murphy wedges his pelvis between your legs with a grumble. he bends forward at the waist, nudging at your throat with that curved nose. you hiccup, half heartedly complaining, fingers splayed over his shoulders.
bellamy rolls his eyes, slipping out from beneath you to muscle in beside murphy, halting his movements.
“move,” bell murmurs, his hand dancing upward to find the crease between your anxious brows. “have t’be gentle with her,” he explains, voice low. “work her up to bein’ rough. she’s only little.”
murphy grouses something rather unsavoury, brows pinched tight as he watches bellamy pry his fingers into the crease of your thigh, using his free hand to dig his cock from his trousers.
“you got it, baby,” bellamy murmurs, nudging the head against your pussy until you relent and grant him entrance. you clamp your thighs either side of his hips, whining as bellamy grabs john by the wrist and guides his fingers over your swelled clit. he rolls his hips in slow, deliberate movements, canines poking through his top lip as you relax and open up for him. “see, she likes that.”
you hiccup, reaching for bellamy’s hand. he tsks, dragging a knuckle over your cheek. preening, you tilt your face into the touch and whine.
“‘s nice, baby?” bellamy murmurs, rolling his hips into you harder this time. you nod fervidly. murphy grumbles, cock kicking up at your needy little noises even as he feigns disinterest.
bellamy rolls back on the balls of his feet, his cock gliding out with a wet squelch as he makes room for murphy to push back between your legs. “that’s it. nice and slow with her.”
murphy rolls his eyes but complies, sinking back into your spongy walls as bellamy slides back behind you, petting his fingers over your clammy temple.
bellamy nudges at your hairline with the tip of his nose, murmuring against the crown of your skull as murphy’s pace quickens and deepens, and you mewl, pussy clamping tight over the length of him. murphy’s hips stutter. bellamy laughs.
“you can’t come yet, champ. not until she has.”
“why does the princess get to come first? she didn’t even do any work!” he whines.
“because i fucking said so. go on, get back to work.” bellamy smears a kiss over the crown of your head, snickering.
you gasp when murphy nudges your swollen clit with his thumb.
“bell,” you warble.
“i know, princess. he’s giving your pussy some love, isn’t he?”
murphy scoffs. “don’t love it.”
“yeah, that’s why you’re about to come just looking at that pretty pussy, isn’t it?”
summary. Bellamy doesn’t know how to act when he’s in love.
⭑.ᐟfirst time writing in weeks hopefully this isn’t too bad! This is only a little something I just wrote, I’m not fully back yet <3
word count. 1,065
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Bellamy knows he’s screwed the moment his eyes meet yours when you walk into the room.
The way your hair moves perfectly with the rhythm of your feet walking, the way your hips sway, only waiting for his hands to fit there.
He laughs at himself sometimes because he’s ridiculous. He’s like a high school boy. His stomach feels weird, like butterflies dancing. He feels high everytime he sees you, or hears your laugh like it’s the only thing that makes him forget where he stands in this world. Or what’s left of it.
The room suddenly stops spinning. Instead it’s quiet, it doesn’t move, it’s still. It’s still because he’s only seeing you. He sees your lips move, he’s almost sure he can feel the beats of your laugh growing from the floor onto his feet, to his heart. Like yours is his.
Frankly, he misses it. He can still hear it, he can still see you, but you’ve been distant and that kills him.
Your eyes meet his again, in avoidance. It’s like you wish he hadn’t caught you.
A small smirk dances on his lips when you look away. Maybe he’s not crazy. Maybe you’re avoiding him because perhaps you feel the tension, and you don’t want to feel it.
Maybe you’re scared.
God knows he is.
He’s terrified.
Bellamy doesn’t do terrified. He doesn’t do scared. But he also doesn’t do girlfriends.
He does one night stands.
Threesomes.
He fantasizes and acts on it when it’s right.
This feels right.
And yet he still doesn’t act on it.
To him? He’s a damn coward.
To you? Every second away from him eats at you. It makes you feel less alive. To you, stolen glances across the room aren’t enough.
You need him.
Maybe you’re a coward too.
But not tonight.
Tonight, when you look at him for the thousandth time, you see him sipping on his drink like he’s been waiting for you to make your way to him the whole night. His smirk is still there, small, like it’s only for you to notice.
The music isn’t loud. It’s right where it needs to be. The sound pumps still in your veins. The moonshine running there like it’s second nature. Your heart beats fast, but your legs move even faster.
There’s no dress. There’s no sexy attire, there’s just you.
And him waiting by the bar.
Bellamy feels it all of a sudden. He starts to sweat, his heart beats even faster than yours- but he doesn’t let that stop him. Instead he takes another sip to give him some more confidence , and meets you halfway across the room.
You don’t speak for a minute. It’s pure tension, just starring at each other wondering who’s going to be the first one to talk, to kiss, to dare making a move.
Then, as if the gods are laughing at you, the music’s not so fast anymore. It’s slow.
People around you gather with their lovers to dance.
Neither of you talk. Instead, Bellamy offers you his hand as to ask you to dance because frankly, he’s scared that if he talks, he’ll break and confess his love right then and there.
A small smile sits on your lips, the butterflies in your stomach are constant, like it’s never going to stop. Like they’ll just stay there comfortably forever.
It’s quick. Your hands around his neck, touching his hair. His hands locking perfectly around your waist, like pieces of a puzzle fitting into eternity.
‘I’m sorry.’ You’re the first one to speak. He wants to avoid your gaze, but he can’t- so he answers, hoping his voice doesn’t betray him.
‘For what?’ He clears his throat.
‘I’ve been avoiding you.’ Bellamy’s eyes almost go wide. Maybe because he knows what this is leading to.
You focus on him, trying to forget about the possibility of all of this going wrong.
You just can’t hold it in anymore.
It has to come out- even if you make a fool out of yourself.
‘We’re not stupid people, right?’ You ask, biting your lip.
Bellamy doesn’t answer, but he tilts his head, confused.
‘I mean, are we? I just- I wanna know that I’m not crazy, bell.’
He understands immediately what you’re saying.
He swallows, his throat is dry. He was scared a second ago, but now? He knows exactly what’s about to happen.
His heart skips a beat, and his smile grows.
‘You’re not crazy.’ He doesn’t need to say anything else, you let out a breath of relief.
‘Thank god.’ You whisper under your breath, your head going to rest on his chest.
When you look back up, Bellamy seems stuck. He’s still smiling, but you can tell he’s thinking hard.
‘What’s on your mind?’ Your right hand moves to his cheek as he leans into it.
‘Do you really wanna do this?’ He asks.
Both of you know you don’t have to specify. This conversation is only for you to understand.
And you do.
You understand every word.
You don’t think.
Thinking is overrated.
Instead, you pull Bellamy towards you, and crash your lips onto his. Your feet almost lifted off the ground.
It’s slow at first, because he doesn’t know what’s happening.
He’s been dreaming of that for ages.
Your lips move in perfect synch, his hands sink into your hips. They bruise, they ink into it.
The pace fastens before you remember there’s people all around. Your friends are standing not far, most certainly watching the whole thing only wishing they had pop corn.
You pull away, your feet going back on the floor to ground you.
Your breaths are uneven.
‘How’s that for an answer?’ You let out a small giggly breath.
Bellamy laughs wholeheartedly.
‘It’s pretty good.’ He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.
All while mocking him, you slap his torso as he winces.
‘What? You need a second round?’ You ask jokingly.
‘I might.’ Bellamy’s smile is still wide, and instead of waiting again, he pulls you in first this time.
It’s hungry, like he’s been starving for years even though he just kissed you a minute ago.
His fingernails dig deep, your hands tangle in his hair.
You don’t know what’ll happen after this.
But as you kiss in the middle of a crowded room feeling like it’s just you two against the world, you don’t really care.
You only care about him.
And that’s enough for now.
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Summary: You suck at braiding your own hair. Bellamy doesn’t. Unfortunately, that means letting him touch it—and he’s never going to let you live this down.
You hated your hair.
Okay, maybe that was dramatic.
But after twenty minutes of struggling to braid it and failing spectacularly, you were dangerously close to ripping it all out.
With an aggressive sigh, you ran your fingers through the tangled mess, glaring at your reflection in the dull metal sheet someone had propped up near the drop ship.
You had one goal: keep your hair out of your face.
Apparently, that was too much to ask.
Your latest attempt looked like… well, like you’d let a child braid it. While blindfolded.
You barely had time to process your frustration before a familiar voice cut through the air.
“Oh, wow,” Bellamy said, arms crossed as he stopped in front of you. “What happened to you?”
You scowled. “What?”
Bellamy tilted his head, nodding toward your hair. “Did you get into a fight?”
You huffed. “No.”
“Because it definitely looks like you lost.”
You groaned, grabbing a stick and chucking it at him. He dodged it easily, his smirk only widening.
“Go away, Bellamy,” you grumbled, attempting to salvage your disaster of a braid.
Bellamy did not go away.
Instead, he plopped down beside you, watching with obnoxious amusement. “What exactly were you trying to do?”
You hesitated.
Because admitting defeat—even to yourself—was one thing.
Admitting it to Bellamy?
That was a completely different beast.
“…Nothing,” you muttered.
Bellamy raised an eyebrow. “Oh, sure. Because it really looks like nothing.”
You rolled your eyes. “I was trying to braid it.”
Bellamy studied you for a second, then reached out and tugged lightly on a loose strand. “And you failed.”
You swatted his hand away. “You are so annoying.”
Bellamy just smirked. “Move.”
You blinked. “What?”
He gestured for you to turn around. “Move.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Why?”
Bellamy sighed like you were the most difficult person alive. “Because someone’s gotta fix that disaster, and clearly, that person is not you.”
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me—”
Before you could argue, Bellamy just grabbed your shoulders and turned you around.
And—
For some reason—
You let him.
⸻
You expected Bellamy to be rough.
You expected him to yank at your hair like an older brother tormenting his kid sister.
What you didn’t expect?
Was for his hands to be… gentle.
It was unsettling.
He gathered your hair with practiced ease, fingers threading through the strands, untangling them like he’d done it a hundred times before.
And maybe he had.
You shifted slightly, uncomfortable with the quiet between you. “Where’d you even learn to braid?”
Bellamy hummed. “Octavia.”
You blinked. “You braided Octavia’s hair?”
He huffed out a soft laugh. “Yeah. She liked it. And, well… someone had to learn.”
You hesitated.
Bellamy rarely talked about his sister like this.
Sure, everyone knew how protective he was over her. But this?
This was something… different.
Something softer.
Something that made your chest feel too warm.
You swallowed. “So, what you’re telling me is… you’re an expert?”
Bellamy snorted. “Hardly.”
“But you have been braiding longer than me.”
“That’s not exactly a high bar, princess.”
You groaned, kicking backward at his leg. “You love being insufferable, don’t you?”
Bellamy chuckled, tying off the end of the braid with a small piece of twine. “Absolutely.”
You rolled your eyes, but before you could retort, he let your hair fall against your back with a satisfied hum.
You reached back, fingers brushing over the braid.
And, okay.
You hated to admit it.
But it was… really good.
Like, annoyingly good.
Bellamy nudged your shoulder. “Satisfied?”
You huffed. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.”
Bellamy just smirked. “Oh, princess. You know I’m never letting this go.”
