A/N Okay this chapter has little to no plot and is pure smut. You've been warned. Enjoy!
Bellamy
The mental image of Clarke on all fours on his bed and him sinking his teeth lightly into that pretty tattoo on her shoulder while buried deep inside her, won't leave Bellamy's brain. He is completely focused on making it happen as he kicks open his bedroom door and tosses Clarke on the bed before he quickly shoves his boxers to the floor.
Clarke rolls on the bed and looks over that damned tattooed shoulder at him as she slowly crawls on all fours towards the headboard.
Bellamy takes a deep breath and thinks that he may just have met his match, in regards to sex, as he swaggers forward to grab one of Clarke's ankles and yanks her back towards him. She laughs loudly until Bellamy smooths his hands over her ass and up her back; that deep laugh turning to a loud groan.
Clarke pushes backwards against his crotch and Bellamy's hands slide back down to grip her ass hard. One hand slips lower and Bellamy's cock is instantly rock hard when he finds Clarke wet and ready for him. He aims his dick underneath Clarke and uses her own juices to slide himself back and forth across her clit, excruciatingly slowly.
Clarke is panting and moaning his name loudly already, but he knows that they are both enjoying the torture so much, that Bellamy waits until she begs.
"Tell me what you want, Clarke. I want to hear you say it."
He taunts and Clarke moans once more before tossing her hair over her shoulder and looking back at him again, a playful look in her eyes.
"Bite me, Bellamy."
Bellamy grins triumphantly and pulls back slightly to aim his dick slightly higher.
"Close enough." He growls before pushing only the tip inside her.
"Oh FUCK, Bel." She yells as her eyes scrunch closed and she shudders, moving with him.
He pulls out again and leashes his control enough to tease Clarke with just the tip a few more times.
"God, Please. Bellamy, Please."
Bellamy doesn't bother relishing his success at making her beg before surging forward and sinking deep into Clarke, making her scream his name. His own groan is guttural and loud as he grips Clarke's hips and starts thrusting fast and deep.
They are both so close to coming as Bellamy leans forward to pull Clarke's upper body towards him and does indeed bite down lightly on that tattoo as he holds her to him with one hand squeezing her breast and the other gently rubbing their combined wetness around her clit.
"Oh fuck, Bellamyyy..." Clarke yells as she comes hard and he pumps into her twice more before emptying himself inside her with a roar against her skin.
They fall forwards onto the bed and Bellamy rolls slightly sideways, so he doesn't crush Clarke.
Panting wildly, Bellamy turns his head towards Clarke and finds her staring at him in disbelief as her chest heaves and she drags herself over to collapse against his chest. Neither have words yet for what just happened so they just lie there staring at each other for a while.