𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you get real hungry for a piece of your boyfriend’s big thighs !
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : bellamy blake x reader, biting, oral fixation, finger sucking, body worship bc like cmon obv, suggestive, but just fluff & domesticity.
𝐰𝐜 : 600.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : can you tell this is quite an important matter to me hihihi
Sometimes when Bellamy walked around your apartment in nothing but boxers, it took everything within your power to not drop to your knees before him in the most degradatory fashion.
Like that evening, as he was sprawled out on the couch beside you, absorbed by a book. A sight anything but abnormal, yet to you at the moment, so tremendously sexy.
The other side of the couch gave you a pretty swell view at him as you sat with your legs intertwined with his.
His broad chest rose up and down in the calmest pace.
His unruly hair curled against the cushions as his jaw clenched in concentration.
His biceps had absolutely no reason to be luring you with their presence as he held the paperback above his line of sight.
What was wrong with him? Who looks like that while reading a nearly-falling-apart-book on an old, worn-out sofa?
One of his knees was pulled in, while his sizable legs were spread wide apart, giving you a fair amount of space — and, additionally, being your undoing.
The plush of his large, muscular thighs and the heat radiating from them surrounded the bulge beneath the material of his black underwear. His upper legs were soft and bulging with muscles. In your judgement, good for one thing in particular — chewing on. Because plain skin to skin contact clearly wasn’t enough for a gluttonous woman like yourself.
It wouldn’t be the first time that aggression took a hold of your affections, nor would it be the last. He had grown used to the ‘risk’ that your teeth were — his neck, biceps or fingers had fallen victim to their passionate ministrations quite often.
With purpose, you repositioned yourself, resting your head upon his lap.
“‘Sup, baby? Want me to move over?” a low mumble rose from him, taken aback by your sudden squirming.
“No, no, don’t,” you whispered back, nuzzling into the newly occupied area of freckled skin.
A barely audible grunt resounded from him as he shifted, trying to make the desired position more snug for you, whatever it was you were doing down there.
You got real comfortable in the nest of his limbs.
Comfortable enough to just dip your face in the heat of his inner thigh and take a bite out of the softness.
Unexpectedly for him, you pulled a hiss from his throat, making his muscles flex as he dropped his gaze to the source of the gentle sting.
“What the—” he scoffed, adrift at the limina of your fangs. “The hell was that, baby?”
“Couldn’t help myself,” you apologetically licked over the skin marked with your love. “You just look…” A powdery kiss served as comma. “real nice. And you smell so good too…”
“And the only way to address that is to attempt to eat me alive?” he tilted his head and let his open book rest on his chest, deeply intrigued by your freakish train of thought. Freakish, yet so enthralling to him.
You giggled, looking up to him, affection hazing your pupils at the feeling of him petting your head. “Something like that,” your whisper faded as your cheek burrowed into his open palm; so wide and beckoning. You did not miss the opportunity to nib at his thumb and then let it stuff your cavity.
“I see,” he breathed, letting you have your fun — which, in reality, was just as much his own. “Well, in that case, have at me.”
A surge of joy filled your chest and pushed you onto his lap again, where you were most comfortable while gnawing and kneading at whatever piece of skin within your reach — making Bellamy’s evening reading oh, all the more satisfactory!
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : oopsie this is so rushed, idek what this is, ovulation just got me fucked up :(
“Get on the bed.”
There was no room for questions. It was a simple command – simply making you aroused right away.
Your weight dropped down on the cushions, your hands discarding your clothes, immediately knowing what to do just by the tone of his voice.
He followed right behind you. His steps steady and leisured.
“Do you want me to turn around or…?“ you asked shyly, gazing up at him, feeling excitement spread across your body at the sound of the metal clasp of his belt.
“No, no baby. You’re good just like that. Wanna see you tonight,” he murmured before leaning in between your legs, his hands squeezing the dough of your thighs. You took pleasure in seeing how the grasp left rosy marks over the delicate skin.
Your eyes flickered to his belt and holster, both landing on the floor with a careless thud filling the quiet room. A low breath escaped his throat as he freed himself from the straining material. The sight of his boxers falling down his firm thighs and revealing his reddened, glistening dick made you writhe with anticipation.
He chuckled. Shook his head at how stupid you looked. “Oh, you want that, huh?”
His tone alone made the damp circle on the weave of your panties ripple outward.
While his large frame loomed over you, he allowed you to have the joy of removing his beige t-shirt, relishing the way you preyed your fingers over every inch of skin you could reach, as if every inch of him needed appreciation.
You found yourself whimpering softly as soon as his fingers grazed the underside of your panties. All it took was a tease — it was enough to make your head spin.
“What are you whining for?” he whispered while curling his index finger underneath the thin material between your legs. “Sensitive today, hm?” he huffed with amusement, genuinely fascinated by how pliant you were as he slid his thumb over your swollen centre.
“Mhm,” you wheedled, hoisting up your hips in hope he would just shove his fingers inside your waiting hole.
“How’d you get so fucking wet?” he ridiculed, letting his ears delight in your whines once his big fingers pinched your pussy. “Guess there’s one thing you’re actually good for.”
He looked like he was reminiscing over what scene exactly to initiate tonight, accustomed to the freedom of certainty that you’d do anything he could ask of you, with the sickest kind of pleasure.
“You were walking around with your pussy dripping like this the whole evening? Have some shame,” scoffing, he grabbed you by the hips, lining himself up with your entrance.
There was no need for prolonging this any further, for once he grazed his cock over the shimmering gleam of your arousal, he did not feel like waiting any longer to feel your puffy walls hug around him.
A strangled cry bit into his ears the second he parted you with his achy, leaking tip. He did not hesitate before prying all the way in, convinced that you would swallow him whole not only with ease, but with great satisfaction.
It ached so good to feel him force his way inside you.
“There you go. No need to be a crybaby,” he hummed into your neck and squeezed your stomach, expecting you’d get yourself together even though he just pounded inside you with overwhelming force, not even bothering to let you adjust to the breathtaking stretch. “You were so fucking eager to take my cock just seconds ago, yeah? Weren’t you, bunny?”
“Yes!” Your eyes sealed shut as pulpy squelches filled the room, one louder than the next.
He rutted his hips in and out of your spongy walls with increasingly more gasps that simply made any rational thoughts dissolve from your dumbfounded little head.
You always were elated to hear his bliss, for it marked your purpose served. That was all that mattered to your heart, weeping with love and devotion; serving him.
He hitched your thighs around his waist, the angle allowing him to hit the right spot so deep inside you impeccably.
Your body shuddered as your orgasm overflowed you.
Bellamy didn’t stop. Didn’t seem to mind your overstimulated groans. He shushed them with kisses. They were sweet, so you gathered the taste rapaciously.
“God, you don’t even know what to do with yourself…” he smirked while his hands cosseted your full tummy. “What’d you do if I came inside you right now? Pee yourself from excitement?” he teased, pressing down on your bladder.
As much as ridiculous it was, the disgraceful assumption hit you just right. You moaned louder as you felt pressure building dangerously tight in your gut once again, but this time, more intensely.
And then, just a few thrusts later, the continued stimulation caused even more of your fluids to fountain forth.
“What the fuck—” he gasped in utter awe, looking down to witness the spilling wetness. “Oh, baby—“
Feeling you drench his throbbing cock turned out to be his undoing, making him cum with a characteristic, melodic groan.
The room turned idyllic. Your laboured breaths and sweaty bodies merged.
He scooped you up in his strong arms as the heat of his burning lips stung the crown of your head.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : after gathering up all the courage hidden in the depths of your heart, you ask your older friend bellamy to teach you how to kiss!
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : bellamy blake x fem!sweetheart!reader, season 1 setting, fluff, kissing/making out, beginning of a fwb dynamic ig?, just sickly sweet.
𝐰𝐜 : 1,8k.
𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!
Ever since the green planet became home to you, you had been forced to grasp a handful of new skills, which just a few months ago would seem obscurely abstract.
It was a lot to take on, especially for a physically rather weak girl, who had to take a big leap into that new world all by herself.
You had known the bitter taste of independence long before you were even old enough to spell the word. With that being the cause of your stubborn, lonesome nature, you had a hard time accepting how little you could manage without reaching out for someone’s helpful hand.
Luckily enough, the hand you had grasped months ago in hope of learning how to skin freshly hunted meat belonged to Bellamy, who happened to be the one sitting across you when the knife slid across your own palm instead. And once you seized it… you never quite let go.
He made sure you sticked by his side ever since.
Bellamy was strong in every sense of the word and you were utterly fascinated by that. By him. His hands held the strength of a skilled man with ability to handle anything that could’ve gotten in his way and his deep voice laced with clout could sharply cut right through wild crowds.
Yet he was anything but edged when he’d lean down to your level and show you how to take a good aim with a patience of a saint when he took you hunting. When he’d explain to you anything you did not understand in a group conversation, his expression lacked any signs of his usual grumpiness.
Soon enough, you felt quite capable in the majority of the fields required to survive on this violent planet. Handling a gun, hunting, preparing meat, or even moving around the forest in the right, most tranquil way — he taught you all of it.
Yet despite it all, there still remained one elusive mastery that kept you from walking with your chin up. One thing, that every person around you seemed to had mastered with flowing ease.
Kissing.
People kissed every chance they got. Everywhere. With everyone. Sneaking around and making out became a crucial part of a daily routine for the majority of the freedom-starved teenagers.
Bellamy did it a lot. Too much for your taste. Every time a new girl amorously flew in and out of his tent with hearts for eyes and loud giggles taking place of any coherent sentences, your stomach squeezed in an awfully uncomfortable way, making your insides hurt.
Sometimes, you’d hear sounds of bliss seeping through the thin material of his tent when you passed by it under the cover of nightfall. Flooded with a nameless feeling of hollowness in your heart, you’d retreat back to the solitude of your own, cold bed. Sullen and abashed, you fiercely fought back every returning memory of the way his voice dripped with pleasure, the way his distant, laboured breaths sent a wave of heat to your core.
Why would his hands that felt like rays of sunshine to you, wrap around other girls’ bodies?
What was so bad about your own body that he had never desired to touch it with more intent than just a friendly one?
You couldn’t remain isolated from experiencing something so primal, something that seemed so essential to everyone else. You wanted to be let in on the big secret that the feeling of two mouths sharing one breath was.
In order to do that, you decided to do what you always did when you sought guidance — ask Bellamy.
He never denied you anything. That must have been why, when you insisted on paying him a visit later one night in the hope of learning more Earth skills, he was more than happy to be of service to his dear friend.
Just a few hours later, you found yourself sitting across from him. Ribbons of silver moonlight seeped through the holes in his tent, merging with the yellow hue of the lantern behind you when your throat worked with a heavy swallow after you barely uttered the question that actually brought you there, that now hung in the silent air for a good few seconds before pulling a huff out of Bellamy’s chest.
“Let me get this straight—” he narrowed his eyes and readjusted in his seat, convinced his ears must be betraying him. “You want me to teach you how to kiss as part of our ‘Earth skills training’?” those words came out backed up with a silent chuckle.
“Yes,” You looked stern and more ready than ever. You were nervously fidgeting at the rim of your sleeve, yes, but you were ready! “Just teach me how to do it. Like you taught me how to shoot. It can’t be harder than that.”
His eyes had a hard time deciding whether they should rest upon your gaze, or your lips, as his head tilted with a gleam of curiosity.
“Well, there’s quite a spectrum between shooting and kissing, don’t you think?” he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease and watch maroon splash your cheeks comically fast.
“Yeah. But I’m a fast learner.”
“Know you are, sweetheart,” he assured. “C’mere then. Can’t begin the lesson with you so far away.”
A shaky breath passed from your nose once your body settled so close to his that his distinctive, manly scent riddled your thoughts.
“Good. This we can work with,” he breathed.
Not a single move of his muscles beneath his worn-out, navy blue t-shirt went unnoticed by you. The heat of his much bigger body was endowing your own skin in no time, and it felt like the fieriness was getting to your head as well, leaving you dizzy with it.
It was awfully intimate to see him like this, so near that the small scar over his upper lip was all on display, the placement of it taunting you more than ever. The closeness betrayed the number of freckles splattered all over his face, making you regret to not have enough time to take on the challenge of counting them. You mentally noted it down as an activity for another time.
“Now, there actually is something similar to when you are holding a gun… hey, don’t laugh, I’m serious.”
“What is it?” you raised your eyebrows.
“Timing. You take good aim…” His thumb rubbed over the plush of your cheek and coaxed you into leaning forward, the merest touch unfurling the sweetest ache in your heart which was pounding like a hammer, trying to crush your ribcage. “And then, you have to feel the moment it’s right to pull the trigger.”
Bang.
His lips landed on yours.
Yet it wasn’t anything like the roughly fair comparison he made to the violent act of freeing a bullet.
The warmth of his light coral lips coated your mouth as haltingly as a whisper of the forest wind would. His palms radiated with calm as they turned to vices creeping up your waist, showing you how to move in harmony with the slow rhythm.
You sloppily attempted to return the…affection? Faux-affection? You weren’t sure what name to give to the way he touched you. What you were more than sure of though, was that you dreaded the moment of its evanescence.
A string of saliva followed his lips that drew a few inches away again, as his brown irises searched yours.
“Yeah, like so,” he husked and smiled at the sight of your lips, feverishly plump, and eyes opened wide and gave your arm a few reassuring rubs. “Now, I’ll go faster, and you try to answer to that. Like we’re communicating. Think you can catch up, sweetheart?”
“I can,” you nodded breathlessly, way more eagerly than needed.
You couldn’t have him thinking you couldn’t handle intensity. You would take anything he would be kind enough to offer you. Every word, every touch, no matter how insensitive or rough — you’d appreciate it equally as much.
With those thoughts driving you, you leaned into him.
His mouth swallowed yours with great precision. Your chest flowered with unfamiliar sensations when your ears filled with wet sounds your connection was making.
He had kissed plenty of girls before, yes, yet he had never enjoyed the taste of their lips even half as much as yours. You were the sweetest.
A strained whimper escaped your throat as he angled your jaw with his fingers, burning goosebumps into your stupidly responsive skin as his tongue began to slip into your cavity.
Judging by faint groans he suddenly let out and the way his lips curled upwards, you guessed he liked the odd sound.
Oh, how nice it was to hear him, how winsome to have felt his breath hit your face and know that the sound was meant for your ears only.
His tongue gently slid and circled against yours as his thumb traced over the rim of your lower lip.
You wanted to be bolder, seem fearless. So you arched your back with cupidity, gravitated forward and pushed your mouth against his with more urgency, not really knowing your way around but still taking the risk of it. Well, the soft clashing of your teeth quickly made you aware of the sloppiness of the movement.
Before your mind could shove shame down your throat for that, Bellamy’s chest rumbled with a chuckle, making you forget the embarrassment.
“You’re fine, ‘s alright,” he cackled lowly, barely making it in time before your lips shyly seeked him back.
He then clasped your wrist, guiding your hand upwards, since up until then, it just awkwardly rested on the sheets underneath you. A shiver sprinted up your spine as soon as your digits met his olive skin.
“Go ahead. Be brave, explore a bit,” he offered as his nose nudged against your own.
So, brave you were.
The softness of your touch painted with tingles his arms, his biceps.
You played with his hair, admiringly twirling the curls in your fingers. You had always wanted to know how it’d feel.
Curiosity seemed to be filling your whole body. It pooled in your lower stomach and made you tingle funnily. It drove your every move as you kept squirming closer and closer.
When you eventually broke the kiss to get a breather, you couldn’t help but wonder…
“Am I doing okay?” you whispered so quietly he barely caught it.
“You’re doing great, don’t worry. It takes practice, you’ll get better with time. Just like shooting, yeah?”
“Yeah. Like shooting,” you smiled back and for a moment battled yourself over whether to ask the question balancing on the tip of your tongue. “So we’ll practice more?” you hoped it didn’t sound too much like a plea.
“However often you need, sweetheart,” he said, recognising the undeniable beginning of something new. Something exciting.
Oh, there was so much left to learn. Good thing you had always been hungry for knowledge!
Hi, I love your writing so much and I'm so happy to find someone as obsessed with Bellamy as I am.
I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is used to Bellamy teaching her little things at camp, then one day she gets the courage to ask him to teach her how to kiss since she knows he's experienced. You decide if it will be cute or end up being smut, I know I'll like it either way.
here you go !
awwwh anon, this is so adorable!! i knew i had to write this the second i saw this, thank u lots for this idea<3
It all began with an unusual incident – and a foolish joke born from it.
Some two guys broke out into a fist fight. Having cussed each other out before the eyes of half the Arkadia, they both ended up with blood splattered all over their raging faces.
Naturally, the Guard had to interfere.
Being one of the many gawkers, you observed how the heated scene unfolded right before your eyes. No one could manage to tear the seething dudes apart from one another and just as bridling them seemed impossible, a barking voice pierced through the chaos of the scene – your boyfriend’s voice.
“Hey, hey!” Bellamy’s fierce tone resounded as he and another guard barged right in, immediately putting the show to an end. “Calm down, don’t move!”
He yanked one dude away from the latter in a singular violent move, his large arms twisting his so forcefully that the wriggling and fuming of the brawler was humiliatingly futile.
“Hands. Now!” Swiftly, he reached for the handcuffs from his guard uniform before finally incapacitating the guy.
You don’t know what it was that took over you that evening that caused your body to have a physical reaction to what you saw, but for some reason it got you exceptionally excited. Maybe the way he was throwing commands so naturally, his deep voice rough with unshakable authority. Or it could be how effortlessly he showed off his strength, how his big frame could visibly intimidate anyone he was faced against. The sight of his fingers yanking and locking the cuffs went straight to your head – and God, did it do something to you.
After the whole affair, you followed Bellamy to the security room, where he would finish last reports after having dealt with the disturbance. You watched him bustle around the place for a while before eventually making your way to the counter which he stood by. Pushed by curiosity about what could possibly still be keeping him so occupied, you leaned against the countertop and looked down to his hands, rumbling around some drawers and boxes.
“You said it would take five minutes,” you complained, raising your eyebrows in an impatient manner.
“Yeah, but I also said you don’t gotta come here with me,” he reminded you, rightfully so.
You managed to scoff in annoyance, yet just when you were about to spit out some smart-ass response, your thoughts drifted somewhere else. All because he just grabbed a pair of handcuffs from a box, obviously needing new ones to keep in his guard jacket after the previous ones were wrapped around the bloody wrists of the rowdy from earlier.
Something in your gut felt odd. Really good kind of odd. And you just couldn’t keep your thoughts from lingering on the sighting that had such a toll on you a while back.
“You handled that crazy guy so fast… I literally blinked, and boom, he was on the ground,” you scoffed.
He smiled under his nose, visibly pleased with your appreciation. “Gotta be quick with the crazy ones,” he played with the metal object in his hands as he sent a knowing, affectionate smirk your way. “I know a thing or two about those.”
You rolled your eyes as he took a teasing jab at you. “Oh, shut up.”
A smack you graced his chest with in retaliation didn’t go without consequences though.
“Easy, easy,” he laughed richly, the kind of laughter that made his face light up with mischief. “You wanna be next?” he pointed to the handcuffs in his hold. “Think about it.”
His patronising tone made heat pool in your belly right away and you fucking prayed that the blush spreading across your face wasn’t as bold as you felt it was.
“You wouldn’t dare,” your tone danced on the thin line between a warning and a clear invitation.
So Bellamy kept playing along with a grin plastered over his face and a short chuckle filling up the air between you as he leaned closer. Your breath hitched in your throat once his large palms grabbed your forearms and then clasped the cold steel around them.
“See? Not so fun now.” When your eyes met his again, he playfully tugged at the metal. Not too harsh, but enough to make you stumble into his chest. “Uncomfy, hm?”
“A bit.”
You found yourself in some kind of a sick stupor. It would be natural for you to just laugh, tell him to go to hell. Instead, your pupils were blown wide out of proportion and the hammering of your heart was anything but normal.
And Bellamy? Oh, he took full advantage of that. His dark eyes shone in a specific way, one which usually preceded either moments of passion or simply him getting his way. Or, as it would turn out in this case, both.
“Careful, or that’s what I’ll have to resort to next time you’re being a pain in the ass.”
The teasing was followed by him freeing your wrists from the hold of the object and then hiding it away in his uniform, where its destined place was.
Yet your thoughts remained captive to the filthy idea which had taken root in your mind.
For that reason exactly, that night, to bed you put on your tiniest, lacy pyjama top, which did a terrible job at covering the expanse of your ass. Bearing only that and the thought of him having his way with you, you waited for his homecoming.
You could tell it worked like a charm the moment he took a step inside your quarters.
Of course it did.
You were certain he had been hungry for a good while by the way his eyes shamelessly feasted on the sight of your curves. As if that wasn’t enough, your sweet scent filled his nose as soon as he stepped inside, causing his face to get softened by a smirk. Having taken off his jacket and boots, he crossed the apartment in a few strides, approaching you from behind as you stood by the kitchen counter.
“You forgot to put on the rest?” he hummed against your spine as his palm smacked your ass.
“And what if I did?” you dared, still not giving him a glance, intending to push his buttons.
“What’s with the attitude? Forgot how to be polite too?”
“Oops. Maybe I did,” you responded cockily, biting your lip. His voice turned your thoughts to mush. You wouldn’t be yourself if you didn’t wriggle your backside as he pressed against you, not hesitating to make your needs known.
That was all it took.
His large arms scooped you up so rapidly you let out a yelp. Your lips merged. Suddenly you ended up yanked on the bed.
He dragged out each kiss, making it deep, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Caressing your legs and fondling your tits underneath your nightgown, he kept kissing you like he waited to exchange saliva with you all day.
“Where’s your snarky mouth now, huh?” he chuckled into your neck, his breath planting goosebumps all over your skin as he turned your body around, just so he could smack your ass again. “Maybe I should cuff you like earlier, huh? Make you behave?” he proposed, squeezing your backside.
“Mghm...” you mumbled incoherently, chasing a breath.
“S’up bunny?” he encouraged you to speak up.
“You can, please, you can cuff me-” You squirmed underneath his weight and sighed as your thighs were already trembling with arousal.
At first he thought he misheard it, or that you simply wanted to joke around. But your face was anything but playful – it looked more like an embodiment of desperation.
“Oh yeah?” his head tilted, his eyes were squinted, watching you with curiosity as he couldn’t help but chuckle at how worked up you had gotten.
“Yes.” You kept nodding. No second thoughts. No jokes.
He felt his pants feel tighter at the mere thought of the proposed action. That’s why he slowly got up and reached for the object of your recent fascination, hidden away in his uniform.
Mindlessly toying with the handcuffs in his hands, he looked down at them only to then make eye contact with you again as he began walking back to bed. His steps were anything but rushed – reminding you that you were the only pathetically desperate one in the room. His each move exuded such dominance that you felt yourself getting more and more soaked as he approached you with his erection visibly pushing outward the material of his black cargo pants.
“Walkin’ around with no panties just so I could get home and fuck you dumb right away? This what you wanted?” You couldn’t not notice how his voice resounded with some kind of sweet mockery. You could tell he enjoyed making you come to terms with how frantically needy you were acting. And for some reason, you felt yourself enjoying it just as much. If not more.
You nodded alongside a deep breath.
Now, how could he make his sweet girl wait any longer, when you were looking up to him with pretty eyes open wide and your legs even wider?
“C’mere.” His knees were now against each of your sides as his breath trailed over your hyper sensitive neck. The warmth and scent of his body hovered over you while his hands looped the small chain over the bed’s spindles. “You going to be good f’me?”
“Mhm.” You nodded again, feeling the cold hoops enslave your wrists.
Their click announced one thing – he had bent you to his will for the rest of the night.
“Alright,” he grinned, causing you to squirm seconds later when he began mouthing the skin below your ear.
The kisses went on upwards, from the rim of your jaw to your lips. Drawing out soft sighs from you, he forced his tongue into your mouth while his hands swayed away the hair falling into your heated face. The kiss ended too soon for your liking, yet when you tried to ask for more by leaning forward, he did not let that happen.
“Hey, don’t get ahead of yourself,” he muttered, flicking your chin. “Don’t do that. You’re just gonna lay still and let me do what I need to. Yeah, bunny?”
“Yeah. ‘kay.” You listened yet your lower lip was actually quivering in anticipation.
Your back arched as you watched the black mane of his curls lower down on your body. With his head cramped between the softness of your thighs, his arms kneaded on them, toying with you as he lifted the lacy rim of your nightgown, letting his breath fan over your glistening core.
“Poor thing…must be throbbing so badly,” he murmured, dragging his digits over your folds with the meanest feather-light touch.
“Bellamy, please– fuck!” You cut yourself off with an obscure moan at the sudden feeling of him licking over your center.
He had to get a taste. Had to feel how wet you were. He wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t.
“Fuck…so good…” he backed up slowly. “Always so wet and I barely put my hands on you. Sometimes I wonder if you could fucking come untouched.”
“Maybe… could try...”
“I know you could, bunny. Know you could. Gonna have to try that sometime. But not today.”
With that being said, his hands shoot straight down to his belt. He was selfish tonight, he needed to get inside you right away. His long fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants, revealing his boxers, stretched out by his cock already leaking with pre cum.
Your walls clenched around nothing at the delightful sight.
When he heard the whimper that slipped past your lips, he glared up at you amidst tugging his underwear down his large legs and scoffed in amusement.
“Shh, it’s all for you, sweetheart. Gonna put it all inside you. No need to get desperate,” he cooed, freeing his reddened cock.
He did not lie. Did not hesitate before grabbing your hips in a firm grasp, settling you into place and pushing his glossy tip straight into your entrance, letting out a hoarse, raw, dragged-out groan.
You cried out, trying to bear the sudden stretch, take his size like he excepted you to. He was so warm, and so big and it always hurt so good when he pushed himself into you.
“Take me, come on, all of me. Like a tough girl,” he cooed, his hands stroking your cheeks.
He buried himself as deep as his hips would allow with the accompaniment of your uncontrolled gasps. Your pulsing walls sucked him in whole. The feeling of absolute fullness was overwhelming.
Your hands ached to dive into his curls like they always did when he was inside you. With no way to ground yourself and only the feeling of powerlessness overtaking your mind, the maddening rhythm he set was too intense.
Your skin rubbed roughly against the harshness of the cuffs with every wriggle. But for some reason that slight ache wasn’t unpleasant. If anything, it collided with pleasure that was gracing you so perfectly that your head was spinning in something closest to ecstasy.
Maybe it spurred you on even further. Maybe it did make you moan louder.
You watched as he pushed his cock into you, to then pull it back out, and shove it in again. The wet squelches got louder with each passing second, when he not only fucked you faster, but harder, the strokes getting rougher, to the point when your eyes welled up with tears.
“Come on, you got this, sweetheart. You wanted this so bad, yeah? Now be good.”
It was all too much. You already felt the heat coiling inside your lower belly.
“Bellamy, please, I need to come-“ you mewled out.
“No, not yet, baby. You’ll come when I say you can,” he growled back. You were met with punishment right away when he slowed his moves despite your best efforts to keep up the pace by pushing your hips forward. At the sight of that, he pushed them back deep into the mattress before continuing the bullying of your g-spot.
Soon, his own control was slowly growing tight as his hips stuttered and jerked with each pulse. Seeing you struggle and squirm more and more too, he leaned his forehead against yours, whispering.
“Fuck, look at me, baby. Keep looking at me and cum all over my cock. C’mon. Come f’me,” he breathed.
Finally, you tumbled over the edge blindly, your legs shaking as you spilled yourself with convulsion of your whole body.
One more pump of his hips, another one, and then he dragged his pulsing length out of your heat.
In awe, you watched his hot cum paint your stomach. Actually, it was splashed over your poorly lifted up nightgown too.
After you both took a moment to come back to your senses, you heard Bellamy chuckle breathlessly at the sight underneath him, his fingers tugging lightly at the material.
“Sorry, ‘bout that.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek in apology. “You looked so sweet in it,” he admitted while his fingers began kneading on your tummy.
At the sudden reminder of the restraint you were under when you attempted to reach your arm out, your eyes could only greedily follow his digits that gathered his slick from your skin.
“Have a taste, baby,” his soothing voice made your heart swell as he loomed over you again. You swirled your tongue around his thumb before swallowing his sweetly savory cum.
“Thank you Bellamy,” you murmured softly.
With those words of gratitude, you earned yourself a wet kiss. After all, he always taught you that one good turn deserves another!
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : regardless of your resilience, you fall prey to the sin of lust. (un)fortunately, it is bellamy who walks in on your shameful moment of weakness.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : nsfw, smut (18+), bellamy blake x kane’s daughter!reader, religious themes, female masturbation, fingering, softdom!bellamy, corruption kink, praise kink.
𝐰𝐜 : 1,7k.
“Forgive me Father, for I am about to sin.”
The faint whisper creeped up your lips as you settled on the cushions of your bed, embarrassed to be facing the cross on your nightstand. Your face was adorned with a blush and your mind was drowning in nagging thoughts while the throbbing between your legs tormented you exceptionally badly. All that because of your dearest friend Bellamy.
You always managed to suppress it. You tried to avert your gaze when he changed in front of you, revealing more of his muscled body than normally appropriate, causing something in your stomach to feel odd. You tried to ignore how each time he ducked his head down to match your height and whisper something to you, his voice buzzed throughout your entire body, provoking sensations and urges you have never had.
You were so good at hiding those emotions.
Until you just weren’t.
Because for some stupid reason, everything he said to you and everything he did, just turned you on.
Abhorred by yourself completely, you slowly anchored your thumb to the material of your underwear, sliding it down your thighs. You cringed at why ever your legs were trembling with excitement at the mere thought of the disgusting act. With a shuddered breath, your hand dropped down to your slit.
Your two fingers rubbed circles against your entrance in messy movements. You didn’t know how you could possibly have gotten this wet. You wondered if he would like that. If he would use that warm tone of his and praise you like he does when you do something right.
So you imagined it was him who was touching you. Shutting your eyes, you imagined that it was Bellamy who pumped his fingers in and out of your walls.
The fantasy spurred you on further. Oh, how you loved his hands. Just one stolen look at them was always enough to left you wishing to feel them claim your skin. They always felt two times bigger than yours and ten times warmer. So large. So strong.
You were mewling his name out loud now, chasing the release that seemed impossible to reach. Your stomach clenched but your fingers were simply unsatisfactory. You groaned while frustration was eating you up, still not stopping the hopeless movements when suddenly…
You heard a light knock to your bedroom door and a soft, concerned calling of your name.
Realising who the voice belonged to, you knew that the possibly worst case scenario was unfolding right before your eyes.
With shaky hands, you yanked the covers up to your chest and pulled your undies up barely a second before the door squeaked open – leaving the mess you were all for Bellamy to see.
“Hey, is your dad home? I’ve been looking for him everywhere-“ his voice faded as soon as he sensed the weird atmosphere he was met with.
“My dad? No, he’s uh…I dunno. Maybe medical? Yeah, with Abby, in medical he said, maybe check there.” you managed to spit out speedily, stuttering.
“No, no, I was just there and…uh…” it fast turned out he was too distracted to hold that conversation though – he couldn’t ignore that you were all disheveled. “You alright?” he asked, trying to make sense of the wrinkled sheets you were covering yourself with, your laboured breathing and the bright red hue present on your face.
“No, I-I’m alright. You just…scared me. A bit.” you attempted to smile casually, hoping that maybe you could get lucky enough to successfully change the subject. You wriggled under the covers, taking notice of the damp spot in the underwear you slipped on in a desperate rush.
You were sure he was about to leave the room now, convinced of some business he had to take care of. Yet suddenly, your heart dropped to your stomach again when he took a step forward. The closer he got, the harder it was to keep your cool. So when the mattress dipped under his weight right beside you, you couldn’t help but shiver.
“What’s got you acting so weird, hm?” he murmured, looking you up and down. “You feelin’ okay?”
“What? I told you I’m fine...” you immediately got defensive and internally cursed yourself for how his warm tone made you forget how to form proper sentences.
“Bunny, you’re all red.”
“Please, drop it, Bell!” you begged as you couldn’t bear the pressure of his suspension and his eyes piercing through you. You even resorted to hiding your face in your sweaty palms, wishing it could make you disappear.
Eventually, a deep sigh rose from his throat. “I wasn’t born yesterday y’know?” he sent a small, reassuring smile your way. “Could hear you all the way from the front door.”
He knew. Fuck, of course he knew. How could he not, when his name was sinisterly dancing on your lips like a prayer just a few minutes ago?
The nerves rattling your entire body were becoming unbearable, just as the disgraceful sensations between your thighs. So with your eyes welling with bitter tears of guilt and shame, you attempted to redeem yourself. “Oh my…I-I’m sorry, Bell. I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing, I should’ve never–”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” The petrified look on your face was simply breaking his heart. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. Not with me, yeah?” his words never failed to somewhat soothe you. So with a last sniffle, you nodded reverently, watching as his palm stroked your leg, which was still hidden under the covers. “Sorry for startling you. Did you even come, sweetheart?”
You froze at words so blunt they felt absurd coming from his mouth – here, in this room, sitting on your bed. “I couldn’t…I’ve never even…”
“Never?” he tilted his head to the side and tried to catch your gaze again.
You nodded. And after a moment of silence, his voice rose again.
“I could help you. Would you like that?”
At that, your whole body buzzed. His way with words was so caring and sweet yet so intense and anything but innocent in their meaning. And to say it turned you on would be an understatement.
The sheets rusted as he shifted his weight, moving closer to you. Resting his back against your pillows, he parted his large legs and patted the space between them.
“C’mere,” he murmured. “Sit.”
Nervously, you slipped from underneath the blankets, settled between his thighs and laid back against his broad chest. Taken aback by the intimacy and the closeness of your heated bodies pressing into one another, you felt yourself tremble.
“Yeah, like this.” his breath fanned over your neck as his palms cradled your thighs, forcing them wider apart. Then, caressing the expanse of your burning skin, he slid his thumb right over the middle of your panties, his digits feeling the wetness.
Once you shuddered, he was instantly reminded of how carefully he had to treat. “I got you, don’t be shy. It’s all natural.” He planted a kiss to your shoulder. “Hips up.” he commanded warmly and patted your thigh before his swift hands slid the underwear down your legs.
A gasp escaped you when his digits made contact with your warm, sensitive cunt for the first time.
Dragging them through your wet folds, he felt his erection growing.
“God, sweetheart…you’re drippin’. We need to take care of this, yeah? C’mon, I’ll show you how.”
You mewled when his thumb travelled to find your clit, before circling over it with precision. He smiled fondly as your hips moved upward on their own. You were so clueless about all of this. It was the sweetest thing he had ever encountered. “Hm? Sensitive, I know.” he cooed. Then, another two fingers rubbed you, coating themselves in your fluids before prying inside you. You squealed at the stretch.
“Shh, shh…” he whispered. “Don't fight it. Just feel it, sweetheart.”
It was nothing like when you tried doing this. His fingers were so big and so long, and they stuffed you so good – a striking contrast to your own, slim ones. Knuckle deep inside you, Bellamy pumped them in and out with precision. Delicate at first, letting you accommodate to the unfamiliar stretch, listening to your whimpers with delight.
“Right here? That feel nice?” he whispered as his ministrations sped up, followed by wet sounds. Squelch after squelch, you gasped again and again, arching your back.
“Mghm…please faster, Bell!” Your walls hugged his fingers tight, drawing pleasure from each time he pumped them deep inside and then pulled them out. “Your fingers feel so much better…”
“I know, I know,” he murmured all while his other hand crept up your chest, fondling your tit. Sending a shiver down your spine, he circled his thumb over your hard nipple and watched you get all more worked up. “But don’t close your eyes, baby, watch.” With a gasp you looked back down, watching the way he moved his hand, the way he parted you. “You gotta know how to do this yourself too. For when I’m not around, yeah?” His tone was so soothing, so patient, so caring. “Gotta learn,” At the final syllable of that sentence he pushed his fingers in you rougher, curled them deeper, making you whine, causing your climax to build like a fire in your lower belly. “And once you learn, you’ll show me, yeah?”
“Yes!” A disgusting gasp tore from your throat when your body convulsed with pleasure. And then, your eyelashes fluttered down to see your fluids dripping down his hand.
You were so overwhelmed. Because how could something so bad feel so good?
“You’re okay, sweetheart, it’s okay. Look at you,” he chuckled softly. “Spilled yourself all over my arm. See how nice it felt?” he kissed your temple as he started pulling his fingers out of you, making you feel empty again.
“Mhm.” Completely dazed, you wanted to nuzzle your face into his neck. You squirmed to get closer to him. When you did, he grabbed your body and flipped you over so you could sit on his lap face to face now. When you settled down, you felt your stomach flutter at the feeling of his bulge underneath you.
“If you ever need somethin’, just ask, bunny,” His hand quickly found their way back to your pussy, teasingly stroking it, liking the way you wriggled at the lingering contact with tender skin. When he decided it was enough, he brought his digits to his mouth – in order to lick them clean.
“You know I always like to lend a helpful hand.”
The whisper was followed by a wet kiss planted on your mouth – allowing you to taste your sin.
