A/N: SMUT. Did you want smut? You're welcome. Did you not? Oh, welp. This is your warning. Every story I write will be intended for smutties unless otherwise stated. Some more than others. Those one just took a while to get to the juicy shit. Enjoy. I've had a rough month and I'm ending it with some Bellarke SMUT.
Just over a week later, Clarke was drowning in the sound of music in the portable office on their latest job site. Most of the crew had filtered out about an hour or so ago. She couldn't really tell nor care about time right now, she was busy crunching numbers and enjoying the jams. So much so that she was blind to the fact that someone had just opened the door and entered her space, sneaking up behind her. She was blind to their presence up until arms crowded her space and made her jolt out of her office chair. Once again, it was Bellamy.
"I swear to-" He spun her chair around and cut her off before she could finish her gripe, a grin growing on her face to match the evil one he carried on his own.
"Empty threats, Griffin. You should really keep your guard up, especially on site when you stay late." His statement went from a charming goading to genuine concern.
"Worried about me, Blake?" She cocked her head at him.
He leaned in over her, a hand on each arm rest of the chair. His face painfully close to her. "Always, Princess." They locked eyes after he spoke, the pause just pointed enough to cause her a flutter of anxiety before he leaned in and took her lips against his own. Clarke's hand found his jawline and she held the kiss as long as she could before he pulled apart and broke it.
"You almost done in here?" He asked, standing back up. He stretched out his back, something popped in it making them both cringe and chuckle.
"You're getting old." She joked before turning back to the desk. She skimmed over the pack of paper and the spreadsheet on the laptop. "Uh yeah. I can finish up." Her eyes found his.
Bellamy looked around and found another chair, pulled it up nearby and sat down.
"Oh really?" She asked turning a bit toward him and cocking her brow.
He smirked. "Mhm."
"Okay." She turned back to her work so she could get it done and not have him waiting for her anymore.
The two sat in comfort enjoying the music. A few songs came on where Clarke would sing along. So busy with finishing her work, she wasn't aware of how Bellamy watched her with grin creeping up the side of his face as he tapped his foot along with the beat of some of the songs. It took only another half hour before Clarke shut the music off and clicked the laptop closed, finished her work day in one gesture. She spun in her chair to see Bellamy leaning to one side, a leg crossed over the other in his lap and his chin resting in his hand. A soft grin on his face made her cock her head at him.
"Are you this cute when you're in here all day working?" He asked, grinning.
She smiled and blushed, standing up. He followed her lead and stood up, pushing his chair back where he found it before finding her hand and pulling her into his chest. She leaned into him and looked up into his brown eyes.
"So why did you wait for me, it's almost seven." Her tone was soft as there was no space between them in that small office.
"I wanted to spend time with you." He admitted as he slid his hands onto her love handles and gently squeezed her. It made her bite back a giggle.
"Oh, so you're kidnapping me again." She nodded, realizing his intent in reluctant jest.
He pulled her in as she backed up a little to mess with him. "I'm whisking you away from this long work week. If that means I am kidnapping you then I am guilty as charged." He smiled and kissed her forehead.
"You're so sweet to me." She cooed.
"I try. Let's go." He separated a bit from her. "I would have eaten by now but this chick I'm seeing is making me starve." He darted away from her.
"Oh really? You're seeing someone else?!" She feigned shock and stalked after him before powering down the office and grabbing her bag. He jumped off the step as if it were higher than it was and held a hand out to her.
"I would never. There is only one girl for me." Warmth flooded her and she took his hand and stepped down into his arms. She stole a kiss from him before turning back and locking up the office. The two took off to his car. He drove them back to his place, somewhere she had been to a few only twice before now but it felt comfortable to her. As they stepped inside, she slipped her shoes off and set her bag down before shucking her jacket off of her shoulders. He took it and hung it for her without hesitation, as if it belonged in the coat closet next to his own coats and jackets.
"Hope you're in the mood for Alfredo." He wandered off to his kitchen and pulled a tin pan out of the fridge that was loaded with a pre-assembled chicken alfredo meal he had bought for this very Friday night. He didn't plan on Clarke being there but that just sweetened the end of his weekend.
"Who is ever not in the mood for noods?" She asked honestly but the word choice made them both laugh. Of every word to shorthand, noodles was one that just sounded wrong.
"You're fucking cute." He laughed as he prepped the pan and oven. Clarke opened the fridge herself and pulled out a beer, popping the cap off against the counter in a tacky bar trick she couldn't recall how she picked it up. She handed the cold beverage to Bellamy knowing it was exactly what he'd be going for next but she beat him to it. He took it with a smile and had a swig while she grabbed herself a glass from the cupboard filled it with ice and water. The dynamic between them had always been so effortless, even through everything. It was like they fit together, yin and yang and it just made sense even in the times when it actually didn't or to them things were bad.
"Put the food in early and I'll give you a massage while we wait." She offered as they stood in the kitchen waiting for the preheat. He didn't hesitate to heed her suggestion as he slid the pan into the oven and she led them both to the sofa. They set their drinks down on the side table and she had him sit in front of her.
"Cross your legs and sit upright but not stiff." She commanded softly as she took her position behind him, tucking one leg under her body, hiking up her slacks a bit. She ran her hands over his back feeling for knots and points of tension in his muscles starting as the top of his shoulders and running her hands down his shoulder blades, over every muscle of his back and his upper arms. Her mind mapped his body in two ways, intimately and as a healer. Every knot was noted silently and remembered so when she did a once over of his back she would scan back up to the top and focus on a knot there and work her way down again. He had only a few knots, most two big ones. She stood up and knelt into the sofa and put her weight into her palms, pressing them into the muscles just above his right shoulder blade. Audibly he grumbled but seemed otherwise unfazed. She worked the knot out in minutes and worked the other side just to keep things loose before moving down his back. The lower she got, the more awkward the position was for her.
"Lay down for me?" She asked softly and he obliged, laying on his stomach. She knelt on the floor softly kneaded the middle of his back, slowly moving down. She stopped as his upper lumbar area and laid her palm flat against the right side before pressing lightly, feeling a knot under her hand. She pressed a bit harder, the knot didn't move. Using her finger tips she pressed into the area and felt around. He grunted and moved under her touch, obviously in pain so she let up and moved to other areas finishing his massage.
"Feel better?" She asked as she sat back up and stretched out a little bit. He nodded and sat down beside her. "Good." She paused. "Did you hurt your back at work?"
He didn't look at her, which answered her question. She put her hand on his shoulder.
"Babe, I'm asking as your girlfriend, not your boss." She vied for his attention and he did look over to her.
"Indirectly." He said in a weird tone. "I went to work on a bad night's sleep the other day, lifted wrong and twisted. I think that's what you were poking at back there." He explained.
"Why didn't you say something? You can have a lighter load at work when you have shitty days."
"I can do my job."
Clarke raised her hands a bit in defense. "No one said you couldn't. I just don't want you hurting. That is why you have a team Bell, and a manager to talk to."
"It was just one off day." He reasoned. Clarke nodded and leaned into him.
"One off day can lead to a work injury and I don't want to lose you to some stupid work injury." She kissed his cheek. "Think about it this way, I work in the ER right? If I have one off day, I could kill someone but we both know that doesn't mean I can't do my job."
"Why are you always so logical?" He smiled at her and kissed her forehead.
"Because you need me to be."
"If it doesn't get better, get it looked at, yeah?" She asked.
Bellamy grabbed the remote and turned the volume up a little as it had been on in the background since they had sat down. "I will." He assured her, and they left it at that. Twenty minutes later the oven rang out to let them know their noodles were ready and Bellamy took to getting up but Clarke stopped him.
"Nope. Stay." She kissed the apple of his cheek and peeled herself off of the sofa. Once in the kitchen she pulled the piping hot dish out of the oven and assembled two bowls of the sauce noodles and grilled chicken. Her tummy rumbled as the smell wafted up to her nose before she walked to hot bowls out to the living room and she handed one to Bellamy with a fork already in it.
"You ever shop at Costco?" He asked.
"We usually go to Sam's. Now I get to see how it compares." She smiled before digging in. A few bites in and she couldn't decide which store had the better chicken alfredo, so they ended up just enjoying their meal in silence. Nestled on the couch together watching TV and enjoying a rich dish of noodles and chicken it was a nice way to round off a long work week. Clarke could only think of one thing that could make the evening a little bit better and that would be her not sitting in work clothes and an ever constricting bra. But alas, right now wasn't the time to remedy that.
After they had finished their food, they sat for another hour or so just enjoying the show they were watching before Clarke got up and washed their bowls and put leftovers away. Leaning against the wall that the TV sat mounted on, she looked at Bellamy and noticed a dreamy gaze in his eyes, wondering if he was tired.
"Was your plan a slumber party?" She quipped, a hand twirling a stray end of her wavy hair. He looked from the TV to her and the dazed look he had washed away. He didn't answer immediately, but she didn't leave him much time to think of something witty to say because she was already armed with her own statement.
"If so, every slumber party requires pajamas."
The statement was pointed. She slept over the first time she came over, when he brought her over for New Years. Tonight had a different tone though. Maybe it was her playfulness, or the casualness of him inviting her over after work. Perhaps the effortlessness of their dynamic. At any rate, he stood and disappeared to his room where only moments later he emerged with garments in his hand. Sauntering up to her, he handed her to articles of clothing. It seemed to be a navy blue t-shirt and a light grey pair of thin pajama pants.
"Will this suffice?" He mocked her need for jammies at a slumber party. She grinned and nodded before slinking off to the bathroom. He took to his room and changed himself before coming back out and plopping back down on the couch. Clarke seemed to take longer than a normal human being to change. Sure, it wasn't taking maybe a minute or two but maybe she had fallen in or something. He didn't think much of it, instead he watched TV. Who knew what girls did in the bathroom.
The bathroom door finally opened and out stepped Clarke, clad in that navy blue t-shirt (with dinosaurs on the front) and no bottoms on. Her hair was brushed through and a bit fluffier than he it was a few minutes ago and her face was devoid of any makeup though he couldn't recall if she had any on to begin with. She probably had, given it was a work day. She looked all the same without or without it to him; Beautiful. Right now he was more focused on her lack of pants and she could tell because a smirk kicked up on the corner of her mouth.
"I don't like to sleep with pants on." That smirk turned devilish and heat took over his body.
"That's good to know." He said dryly, his eyes not moving away from her. She moved from the threshold of the bathroom and over to the couch, his eyes watching the hem of his shirt on her thighs desperately as if he's going to see something he's not allowed to. She slid onto the couch sitting next to him, one leg tucked under herself, her hip hitched up away from them. His hand fell to her body and precariously landed on her side daring to slide down the fabric of her shirt.
"Dinosaurs though?" She piped up suddenly, pulling his mind off of her body and back to that damn shirt. He laughed.
"I thought it would be cute on you. I wasn't wrong."
"Just cute?" She dared, turned her body a bit more toward him, her face looking up to him as best she could give she was by his side. He met her look and she clocked the heat in his eyes.
"Adorable." He lied and she glared.
He lowered his head to hers, centimeters between their lips.
"Incredibly fucking sexy." His tone changed tenfold. It was lower, hungrier and nearly dangerous. Clarke got exactly what she wanted out of her question and happy with her answer, she leaned in and took his lips. Mid kiss she pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth ever so slightly and he let out a growl that set her nerves on fire.
Hungry for more, she made the move. Without a break in their kiss, Clarke lifted her hips off of the couch and slid herself into his lap. A leg on either side of his hips, only a few layers of thin cotton shielded them from one another and they could both feel it. The heat was real. Her fingers found the hair at the back of his head and autonomously his hands found her hips. The hem of his t-shirt hitched into the crease of her hips and his pinkies grazed the skin of her thighs and made him want to feel more of her body. He also couldn't help but wonder what was under that shirt but her lips were doing a damn good job of keeping him occupied. Clarke's lips connected with his both lustfully and playfully. Their tongues would dance and she would nip at his lip, pulling it between her teeth. When she grinned and let go after a particularly hard nip, he wanted to bite back as he locked eyes with her. Those blue pools looked devilishly back down at him, as if to challenge him. He squeezed her sides gently and she liked it enough to reply back by wiggling down on him causing him to freeze up. That reaction caused a shit-eating grin to take over her face and a glare of warning to take over his which she wiped away by pressing her lips to his again.
Annoyed, intrigued, riled up to a point, Bellamy didn't know how to react so he palmed her soft hips again, a bit more firmly, coaxing her down a bit to test the waters as he eagerly tasted her kiss. She happily obliged and pressed her hips down into his groin, the thin fabric of her panties, his boxers and pants all added up to barely nothing. He could feel the moist heat radiating off of her as much as she could feel the shape and stiffness of his growing erection. Her fingers dug into his shaggy hair and she tugged, causing a low growl to emit from his throat. That did him in. Butterflies flooded her body as she was lifted off of his lap effortlessly, her legs wrapped around his waist. Bellamy carried her to the bedroom only breaking the kiss to not break anything on either of them in transit. Clarke busied her lips on his neck in the few moments that he needed his face for navigating into his room. He kicked the door behind them closed, the light already on from when he went in there previously.
He hesitated for a moment about if he'd sit at the end of the bed or set her down. He ended up laying her down and looked her over. That damn dinosaur shirt had hiked up, her panties on full display. His eyes raked over her noticing them, the simple grey and yellow panties that they were. Of course his eyes nearly fell out of his head at the wet spot revealing itself on the grey fabric. As he looked up he saw he nervously gnawing on her lip and he made him grin that boyish grin that made her grin. Their smiles met in a kiss as he leaned down over her, most of his weight on the bed. His free hand found the the hip furthest from him and he pulled her into him a little, their bodies touching before that hand roamed up her body to feel how soft and warm her skin was. How soft her curves were until a wave of goosebumps peppered the skin under his calloused hand as it crept up under her shit and grazed over her ribs. Just as it inched further up she stopped him by pushing him onto his back and quickly getting on top of him. A moment of anxiety washed over him thinking he read the situation wrong and had crossed a line but she just as quickly eased worry. Straddling him, her eyes locked onto his and a curl met the corner of her mouth just near that adorable little freckle that stood out on her face. Without breaking eye contact, she peeled the t-shirt off of her body, revealing she had nothing on under it but those little grey panties. His eyes broke from hers involuntarily, taking in the beauty she had just revealed to him. As many men had, he had imagined this sight before but nothing matched the reality of the beautiful woman on top of him. Overwhelmed by her stunning body, he sighed and sat up, finding her eyes again before bringing her back in for a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss of gratitude. One hand propped them up and the other pressed into the warmth of her bare back before quickly flipping her back over onto her back.
On her back, she tugged his shirt to suggest he match her state of toplessness and he compiled before returning to her lips. Her hands grazed his chest and sides as his lips moved off of hers and down her chin, her neck and to her collarbone where he fixated long enough to leave a mark. The lower he went, she found herself guiding his head with her hand while playing with his hair. He couldn't resist trailing kisses down the valley between her breasts, but he honestly had the goal of teasing her when he took one of her pink nipples into his mouth and causing goosebumps to spread across her chest at the contact. Enjoying the reaction he got out of her, he continued playing with her by way of her breasts. Kissing, nipping, sucking the one and the space between them before switching to the other. Using his tongue, he teased her by flicking it over her sensitive nipple while looking up at her as best he could.
What he couldn't see was the hand she had snuck down between then. The one responsible for the fingers pausing at her own pubic mound. Biting the corner of her bottom lip she looked guilty when she realized he was watching and he furrowed his brow curiously. He released her nipple and looked down, finding her hand precariously perched. She froze and his eyes slowly traveled back up her body. She could tell he was contemplating something, but she had her own plan and before he could act on whatever his brain was whipping up both of her hands found his jaw. She pulled him in for a kiss, leveling him with her face. Locked into the kiss, one of her hands slid down his stomach and gently snaked into the band of his pants. Her palm brushed over a crop of hairs she imagined were just as black as the mop that framed his freckled face. She bit his lip lightly as her hand found what it was looking for, taken aback but the size of what she had just discovered. She gently rubbed her palm against him and knew he liked it. Not just because he was at full attention between them but because his breath was betraying him when her hand rubbed the underside of the head of his cock. She gave him a gentle squeeze before removing her hand from him, leaving him to break the kiss. She tugged on his bottoms and he took her suggestion by getting up off the bed. Bellamy shed himself of his pants and boxers, standing naked before her in his well lit bedroom. Watching him, she drank in every bit of his glorious body and it made her want him even more. In a move of brevity to match him, as he stood looking at her, Clarke hooked her thumbs under the sides of her panties and pulled them off shyly. She tossed them at him and chuckled, but the smile faded quickly when her vulnerability returned. Bellamy watched her, boring holes into her very soul. It took her courage to drop her closed, swaying legs and reveal herself to him. Her legs lowered and parted, her hand nervously covering herself a little. He lowered himself back into the bed and moved her hands away. On his side, he held her arms away from her body with one arm and with the other he cupped her cheek, his eyes diving into the depths of hers. After kissing her, he ran that hand down her cheek and over her breasts, her soft stomach, over her side and hip, down her thigh to her knee then back up to her inner thigh. She hitched and leaned in, kissing her again before moving his hand up. His fingers gently brushed over her outer lips and she jolted lightly. He didn't look away from her, to read her comfort level. She didn't protest, so he continued by running his hand back down with more pressure. Her excitement seeped out of her folds. Pulling his fingers back up, he dipped a finger in, grazing her swollen clit and coating his finger in her juices. Clarke moaned.
Laying before him at his disposal, Clarke didn't know what to do with herself. Her arms were under his control, splayed out above her head. His touch was light and tormenting. After he nudged her clit, he found teasing her to be something he thought was fun because he continued doing it. He ran a single finger along the edge of her lips, spreading her moisture before running a circle around her clit and leaving her annoyed. He knew it was working. This continued for a few minutes, working her up enough to get her wriggling and gasping. She got fed up with his antics and managed to release one of her hands, grasping the nape of his neck. She pulled him into a kiss with a bit more force than she had used before letting him know enough was enough. He took her seriously after giving her clit a little pinch.
Bellamy sat up, collected a condom from the side table and sheathed his hard cock before finding himself knelt between the legs of the beautifully naked Clarke Griffin. He moved into place between her legs, which she welcomed him to. His hands slid down her thighs and he leaned over her, kissing her once more. He didn't enter her, and she waited. She was being impatient, only because he had driven her crazy with lust, so she took the lead. Her hands found his hips and she dug her nails into them gently, pulling him into her to let him know she wanted him. Nipping her lip, he lined up by feeling them both before gently entering her. Clarke gasped, like the wind had left her body as he had entered her. He was cautious, lovingly looking down at her and reading her for pain or comfort. She gave him a sweet smile to let him know she was okay. Taking it slowly, he let his length push in fully and slowly before pulling out almost completely. He repeated this act a few times to let her body adjust and it was painfully blissful for him.
A minute or two of adjustment went by before they fell into a nice rhythm, something comfortable for both of them. Clarke wanted more though. Under him, Clarke shifted and raised her hips up off the bed a bit more allowed him to get a better angle. Her shift in position made him bottom out in a shallow thrust and it caught them both off guard because before he wasn't hitting her end with long strokes. He watched her eyes close and he worried for pain but what he couldn't see was the neurons firing behind her eyelids followed by a moan betraying her throat. A devilish smirk took his face as he took her hips and anchored himself to her body.
So many thrusts later in that position, he couldn't not be close to her. He leaned down over her body knowing he couldn't crush her with his weight. Propped up on one elbow, he locked his lips to hers and breathed in every little whimper and moan she let out, some louder than others. Every sound she made just drove him to repeat whatever he could to get that sound to come out of her again but it was an unrepeatable pattern. They were erratic and passionate escapes of lust from somewhere inside, like some carnal language people only spoke in the middle of sex. More conscious of his own noises, Bellamy stayed quiet if he could control it but who was he kidding, Clarke could make him lose control.
Ramping up toward a beautiful crescendo, Clarke's nails were lightly scraping on his back or digging in when he hit a sweet spot. They were riding this sweet wave together and working up a sheen of sweat that coated both his brown freckled skin and her creamy white. Clarke got louder which let him know she was getting closer. This made him want to let go. He could have easily let himself go the moment he entered her if he was being honest, but that wasn't what this was about. Hunched over her heaving, pulsing body, he nestled his lips to the soft patch of skin on her neck, just under her ear. He kept himself propped up off of her with one arm and the other slid between their sweaty bodies and paused long enough to sandwich his hand between them, fingers finding where they were connected. His hips drew further back to push deeper in and to allow room for his fingers to find her swollen clit, where he ran circles around it gently. If erratic was how she was breathing before hand, unhinged was her breathing now. He put more pressure into his finger tips while thrusting his hips into her and allowed her to completely unfold. Clarke bucked into him, his body on top of hers. She writhed and contorted while unraveling, cursing in pure bliss in breathy, carnal whimpers. The nano seconds he had to hold off his own orgasm to bring her to her peak were torture when he could feel her body tense around him. Unable to hold on any longer, feeling her walls flutter around him he let go and hit his own climax with a guttural grunt.
Riding an aftershock of her orgasm, Clarke pulled him in as deep as she could with her heels on his lower back. She wanted him to let go but she could appreciate that he wanted to focus on her first. As deep within her as he could be, he let go and the sound he made caused a storm of butterflies to churn in her gut and made her groan. Had she not just come herself, she would have been shoved over the edge from that sound alone. As they lay there in a sweaty heap, Clarke stroked the back of his head, his weight fully collapsed. He had the courtesy to slide a bit to the side so she too could breathe but neither of them made any moves to separate. Bellamy was still inside her. It felt so right, so fulfilling.
Post-sex thoughts were always a weird thing. Some people thought about food, or politics. Some people thought about proverbial shit or maybe third world problems. Who knows. Right now Clarke was thinking what ifs. What if they had hooked up instead of him and Raven. Would they have ended up in a relationship then, or? What if they had hooked up on Halloween, would they be where they are now? Of all of the what ifs that could pass her through her thought process right now, she was glad everything happened the way it did because in this moment everything felt like it happened the way it was supposed to. The way that worked for them. He stirred under the hand that idly played with her hair. He propped himself up, his hand laying on her ribcage and his eyes on hers. They shared a silent moment, just staring at each other and sharing a smile. In that one little moment it felt like they both had nothing and so much to say all at the same time but they both seemed so content to leave the moment the way it was.
Bellamy finally broke the moment by leaning in and kissing her, a simple, sweet kiss. He separated from her carefully so he could get up and clean up. Devoid of his closeness, she lay there for a moment, relishing. Bellamy returned from the bathroom with a damp rag for her, so she didn't have to get up should she not want to but alas, she did have to pee. After which she found herself coming back to bed to her gorgeous man laying sat up in bed in boxers with a bottle of cold water to his lips. She suddenly felt vulnerable again with his eyes raking over her naked, tired form. She blushed from head to toe and he smiled.
"You're cute when you're bashful." He spoke breaking the tension she tried to create with her anxiety while she looked away looking for her panties or t-shirt on the floor. She spotted that cute dinosaur shirt and went for it.
"You know you don't have to hide your body from me, right?" His tone suddenly became less playful. She looked over and noted the genuine concern on his face. She nodded, letting him know she was comfortable with him but continued reaching for the shirt and slipped it on. She failed to find her panties though and climbed into bed with him, sitting cross legged with him.
"You are so beautiful no matter what you are or aren't wearing. Don't forget that." He took her chin and pulled her in for a sweet kiss, reassuring her before breaking the kiss and handing her the bottle of water. Just as she brought it to her lips and took a drink he grinned. "But good luck getting those panties back." He dodged her nearly spitting the water out and they both laughed at his sly execution before he got up again. He turned the lamp on and the main light in the room off before pulling back the covers and sliding into bed, taking her with him. Clarke nestled into his side like his body was carved to fit her next to him. He smelled so good. At that moment beside him, she was just happy. She didn't foresee this kind of moment ever happening between them, let alone back when they could barely call one another frenemies. She honestly didn't think this is how the night would end when he invited her over after work either but once she was there and they had dinner she knew what she wanted. The same thing she had been wanting for a while. If we're being honest, it was the same thing many women and some men had probably thought of about Bellamy Blake at times but he was hers. For whatever reason they waited to have sex but it had finally happened and it was every bit of amazing that Clarke could have wanted it to be.
Looking up at him, his eyelids had already given up their fight to look at her. They were both tired. She tried to lean over him and turn the lamp off but he wasn't quite asleep yet and stopped her. He reached over effortlessly and blackened the room, returning them both to a comfortable and energy depleted state where they lulled off to sleep together.
