Chapter 7: Clarke (IV)

Chapter Summary:

Bellamy and Clarke going to pound town in the shower ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Chapter Notes:

First off, THANK YOU so much for your support! I have LOVED getting all of your reviews, so please keep them coming!

My apologies for taking so long to get this chapter out. I have two other fics (A pornstar!Bellamy AU: I'll give you all kinds of new material and Unexpected Explorations) that I don't want to neglect, and I had kinda hit a "smut wall" with this one. But my muse came through, and I hope you guys find it was worth the wait! Also, I want to thank Amber for being a lovely second pair of eyes and beta-ing this for me!

Clarke is pretty sure she has a kink for Bellamy's voice. It's like, the embodiment of sex, and holy fuck, it does things to her. She wonders if maybe she could orgasm just from listening to all the sinful things he tells her in his graveled tone.

Clarke has known for a long, long time that she wants to have sex with Bellamy. She has eyes. And ovaries. And hormones, goddammit. But at some point in the time she's known him, she realized that she wants more with him than just mind-blowing sex. She's just not sure if "more" hinges on sexual forte. So yeah, she freaks out a bit because her first and only male partner all but told her she was a bad lay. Talk about a confidence-killer… Then Bellamy tells her that he's wanted her for seven years. That kind of build-up sets up high expectations, and she's not at all confident that she can meet them. What if he's been waiting and yearning all these years, only for her to let him down?

Bellamy's words send her heart soaring, and they're exactly what she needs to hear. "We'll keep trying until we get it right." Okay… She can do this.

When he finally starts to enter her, she can feel that it's going to be a stretch (literally), and figures she might as well take the band-aid approach. Just get it done and it'll start to feel good soon enough, right? She curses herself for being so impatient, for not letting Bellamy take his time with her. She just really, really needed him inside of her… She didn't think it would hurt like this. When Finn took her virginity, there was very little pain involved. And she's played with dildos and vibrators. But right now she's tense, and he's got girth that she's not prepared for, and that's a painful combination.

A small, insecure part of her fears that she'll meet his gaze and find ridicule, but instead she sees gentleness. That expression surprises her at first. They don't fit into her "Bellamy-Blake-is-a-womanizing-asshole Box." But if she's being honest with herself, Bellamy is, at his core, a gentle and compassionate person. She has to reconcile Bellamy-the-serial one-night-stander with the Bellamy who drops everything to help her out of a bind. Bellamy, who left in the middle of a date to help her when she was stranded on the side of the road in tears because the tire-iron had snapped while she was changing a flat. Bellamy, who knew not to make jokes about having to rescue her, even though he totally could have...

Bellamy puts Clarke in control. He tells her that he's gonna show her how good she is, and she feels a confidence she never felt when Finn used to fuck her. He starts by getting her off with his fingers, coaxing her into an orgasm that is simultaneously soothing and exhilarating. She feels herself relax inside, and her body is ready to welcome him into her. And that thought is thrilling… So she sinks down on him, slowly letting him fill her. Her thoughts stray again to whether or not he'll fit and she tenses up, but Bellamy unwinds her just right and soon he's filled her completely. His deep voice coats her like honey as he tells her, so very lewdly, how good she feels around him. When he says that, it feels like he's talking about more than how her pussy feels wrapped around his cock, but she's gonna go ahead and not read into it right now. When she tells him that he's deep inside of her, she knows for a fact that she's talking about much more than just how far his cock reaches into her depths...

Clarke's no virgin… not by a long shot. But that doesn't mean she's comfortable on top. She wasn't good at riding cowgirl with Finn. He usually gave her less than a minute of fumbling around in his lap before he would flip them over and pound into her, finishing the job himself. Now she's thinking that maybe she should've spent more time practicing this sort of movement with her suction-mounted friend, "Bellamy." Oh, hindsight…

She's thinking a few awkward wiggles here and there, then surely Bellamy will have mercy and take over… But no, that's not what he does at all. Instead he brings his hands to her hips and shows her how to move. And holy fuck it feels good when he moves with her.

Bellamy makes her feel like a goddess. He looks up at her like she's the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on, and right now, that's exactly how she feels. He's almost like putty in her hands. She gets immeasurable satisfaction from pushing him back onto the mattress and having her way with him. She knows that being out of control in any context makes him uncomfortable, and she figures that's probably especially true with sex, so it means that much more that he'll do this for her. He'll let her call the shots right now, and for that she is grateful. She luxuriates in the way his fingers travel over her curves, how his thumbnails lightly scrape over her nipples and send bolts of pleasure shooting through her core.

She soaks up the image of Bellamy Blake, alpha male extraordinaire, on his back underneath her with his arms trapped above his head. That's new, and it's one of the hottest things she's ever seen. Now, Clarke knows how incredible her boobs are. She uses them to her advantage on a regular basis. But something about the way Bellamy worships them gives her a huge boost in confidence. She relishes this power she has, wonders why she never sought it out before. They move their bodies in a beautiful rhythm, madly chasing their release until they're a haggard mess, heaving and panting against each other as they recover from the most mind-blowing orgasm she's ever experienced.

For all her bliss, Clarke isn't even a little bit surprised. She knew Bellamy would be this way: Completely life-altering. She's not sure anyone else will measure up after this. She's not sure she wants anyone else to try.

Next thing she knows, they're darting across the hall to the bathroom (after frantically retrieving all the toys scattered down the hallway and throwing them into her room). She stops for a second to acknowledge the fact that she's going to take a shower with Bellamy Blake. Like, she's imagined this exact thing this for years. Years, people. This is a regular withdraw from her spank bank. Seeing beads of water drip down his torso is practically an affliction for her. Every goddamn summer since freshman year of high school has been exercise in frustration and denial. Like when he would let her and O tag along when he went to the lake with his friends. He acted like it was a favor, but really he just wanted to keep his sister in his line of sight. His friends weren't stupid enough to hit on O in front of him, so as long as she was with him, he could rest easy knowing that she wasn't being defiled by some sperm-filled brainless jock.

When they close the door, Bellamy turns on the water. As they wait for it to heat up, Clarke glances at her reflection in the mirror and groans when she sees the obnoxiously dark hickey he left behind her ear. She sees him chuckle when he catches her rubbing at it. To be honest, Clarke isn't sure if she's trying to wipe it away or make it darker…

Clarke gives him a glare that lacks any real heat. "You're such a fucking caveman, Bellamy."

Bellamy shrugs, completely unapologetic for marring her skin. No, he's patently delighted by it, as evidenced by the smirk across his face as he attaches his lips back to it. She rolls her eyes with as much drama as she can conjure up as she tries to hide the satisfaction she feels from being so blatantly marked as his. Her hands find purchase on the edge of the counter as she attempts to keep herself upright. Bellamy's ministrations seem to have this way of making her light-headed… Her eyes close against her will when he sucks the mark into his mouth, biting down harshly as he abrades his tongue along the sensitive skin. Any protest that was boiling up inside of her is cut off by the sharp shiver that shoots through her body when Bellamy growls against her neck.

She opens her eyes and looks into the mirror, and the image that greets her takes her breath away. This man is so incredibly into her. Like, she's felt it this whole afternoon and evening, so she knows on a deep level that he's crazy about her. But seeing it – that's something else completely. She watches his hand travel up her outer thighs, then all the way up her sides. She can't suppress the groan that escapes her when his fingers trail up the undersides of her arms as he brings them up and wraps them behind his neck, effectively baring her naked form to his view in the mirror. Judging by his increasingly hungry gaze, he likes what he sees. Clarke tangles her fingers in his inky curls and they catch each other's eyes in the mirror. Her brain seems to short-circuit at his darkened expression while he keeps deepening his mark, and the action is almost painful at this point. She's hopelessly locked into his gaze, but in the periphery she can see his fingers traveling in concentric circles around her aching breasts. He hisses sharply against her neck and she isn't sure why until she realizes she's pulling hard at the hair that's tangled in her fingers.

She frowns in concern as she loosens her grip on his locks, "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

He shakes his head with an understanding smile, which transforms into a wicked smirk, "I didn't say I didn't like it."

Well. That's interesting.

Steam starts to come from the shower and fogs up the mirror, obscuring her view of his fingers finding her heat… He chuckles at her offended protest when he stops his ministrations to disentangle her arms from his neck and steps away. He takes hold of her wrist as he steps into the shower and pulls her in behind him. She's really glad the girls agreed to spring for the unit with the fancy bathroom. It has a separate shower and tub, which is awesome. Her mind races with all kinds of depraved possibilities when she sees the built-in tile seat in the shower.

He turns them so she's underneath the spray. She can't help but grin at his dumb smile when he sees the water flow over her shoulders and down her curves. It's even better when she lifts her hands to her hair, making sure all the strands get wet. She's downright amused by the way he's so obviously entranced by her boobs. Again, she's perfectly aware that they're great, but it's pretty fucking awesome to see that something as simple as breasts can make Bellamy's brain just… stop. As she lathers the shampoo in her hair, she switches places with Bellamy, but he doesn't once remove his gaze from her while he lathers and quickly rinses his hair of shampoo. They switch places again and she drops her head back into the water as she rinses the suds from her locks, smiling when she hears Bellamy's strangled groan. She lifts her head back up and shoots him a sultry grin as she fondles her own breasts, relishing his ravenous facial expression.

Then she sees it… those lovely beads of water on his tanned skin. The view that has haunted her for years, only now it's so much better. She can follow each droplet of water down his broad chest and beautifully toned abs. Oh, but it doesn't stop at a loathsome pair of swim trunks. Not anymore. She shamelessly rakes her gaze down his body and feels her eyes widen when it lands on his veined shaft.

He smirks, "You like what you see, Clarke?"

She huffs, "You have no idea." She gives him a serious look as she unhurriedly walks her fingers along his washboard abs, "Do you know how much this, right here, tortured me every summer at the lake?"

He raises an eyebrow, "Oh?"

She sighs and closes her eyes with a memory, "Every. Fucking. Summer. You'd have O and I tag along to hang out with your friends…" She chuckles, "You'd come sauntering up to get a beer from the cooler, and I'd see all of this -" she gestures up and down his body. "- and I would get so fucking worked up."

He huffs a laugh, "Is that right?"

She nods, "Yeah. I swear you were doing it on purpose, too. Do you have any idea how many innocent book pages were victims of my sexual frustration?"

"Why were you hurting books?!" He looks openly offended at the idea of senseless book destruction. And normally, Clarke would be totally in that same boat, but it was totally his fault.

"You'd be all dripping wet and you'd come sit down next to us, and I'd tense up so bad I'd tear a page. Every fucking time."

He shakes his head with a smile, "And here I thought it was because you were pissed at me."

She chuckles, "It was probably that, too... There were times I'd grit my teeth so hard I thought I'd break them when you'd flash that stupid grin at me."

He steps closer to her and sweeps her sopping wet hair behind her shoulders. His grin is wicked as he brushes his lips along the shell of her ear, "It was payback for all of your teasing."

She pushes him away and opens her mouth in shock, "I was NOT teasing!"

He laughs as he sweeps his fingers along her stomach, "Oh, really? So you weren't trying to make me crazy when you wore those tiny fucking swimsuits?"

Clarke's expression remains scandalized, "I always wore one-piece swimsuits!"

He snorts, "You wore those hot ones with the sides cut out that were all curvy and shit."

She frowns, "It's not like they were bikinis. They were one-pieces! I was not teasing!"

He scoffs, "Yeah right, those barely qualified as swimsuits. Like the white one? It was all side-boob." He cups her breasts in his large hands with a grin and mumbles under his breath, "Not that I was complaining."

Clarke chuckles, "Yeah, it did have a lot of side-boob. I can't help that, though. I had to wear one-pieces because I always fell out of bikini tops."

He gives her a sidelong glance, "Do you have any idea how many threats I had to make toward my friends on your behalf?"

She rolls her eyes, "I know how crazy you went about Octavia. Don't go thinking we weren't aware of your ulterior motives to keep her away from boys."

He shakes his head, "Well, yeah. But that was my sister. And it turns out she was seeing Lincoln the whole time, anyway." He huffs, "The guys were pretty vulgar about you. And those little swimsuits of yours did not help."

Clarke rests her hand on his chest with a teasing smile, "Awww, did you have to defend my honor?"

He smirks, "Yeah, I did… But then they thought we were fucking on the side."

She frowns, "They did?"

Bellamy tilts his head, "When I realized it was the only thing that got them to shut up, I didn't correct them."

Clarke nods, "Oh." She pauses a second to think about that. "It's too bad you didn't say something… could've made that true a lot sooner."

He chuckles, "You had just gotten out of high school, Clarke. I wasn't gonna be that guy."

"What guy?"

He winces, "That guy who goes after young girls. I mean yeah, you were hot, and I was totally into you. But I wasn't about to make a move on an 18-year old. I would've felt like I was taking advantage of you or something. Trust me, I put a lot of thought into it." He huffs, "A lot of thought…"

She smiles sweetly, "That probably would have been true. I was pretty naïve at 18…"

"I knew myself. I used women. I didn't want to use you."

Clarke laughs, "I remember your revolving door of conquests."

He shrugs, "Yeah, but they knew what they were in for. Nobody was getting hurt."

Clarke gives him a thoughtful look, "You were right, then."

"Right about what?"

"You were right not to try and sleep with me. Because that definitely would've hurt…"

He nods and looks her in the eye, "You know that's not what this is, right?"

Clarke smiles, "I hoped not. I'm glad to hear it from you, though."

He smiles back, "Good. I'm glad we're on the same page."

"Me too." She reaches behind herself to retrieve some shower gel, then squirts some into her hands and slowly lathers it up. She revels in the way his breath hitches when she rubs her hands over his body, methodically cleansing his skin. As she makes her way lower, she's completely unaware that she's licking her lips until her tongue catches on Bellamy's thumb. She's not sure when his thumb made its way to her mouth, and her gaze snaps up to his in surprise. In a moment of odd inspiration, she gently sucks it into her mouth and laves her tongue over it. She feels a distinct satisfaction when he shivers in response.

"Fuck, Clarke…"

She smirks as she pulls her mouth away with a "pop" sound.

"Yeah, let's do that…"

He wastes no time turning her around so she's facing away from him. She initially wants to protest the lack of eye contact, but then she's quickly reminded just how good he is with his hands, and now there's soap and water making everything all… slippery. Well. She feels his hard cock poking her in the back, so she instinctively reaches behind herself and takes hold of him in her slick hands.

He groans, "Fuck, yes… Keep doing that." He guides her hands to squeeze a little tighter, moaning when she gets it just right. Then it's like his hands are everywhere… her shoulders, her abdomen, her breasts… and oh god, he's doing sinful things. His hands are all soapy now, so they slide smoothly over her globes of flesh as he grasps onto them. He slides his hands over the slick skin of her breasts until her nipples are trapped between his fingers, much like how someone would hold a cigarette. Not that she wants to associate any part of her body with cigarettes, but she's not sure how else to describe it… It's fucking blissful.

Clarke's arm starts to cramp up from the awkward angle, so she arches her back and rubs her ass over his cock instead, letting her ample curves do the work... This seems to awaken something inside of him because he practically yelps as he grips onto her hips with bruising force to hold her still.

She whines, "Bellamy, more…" More of what? She isn't sure. But she needs something… Then his fingers make their way between her folds and there it is. "Fuck, yes! That – more of that." She knows the soap has rinsed away by now, and is almost mortified by how slick she still is. Because she realizes that's coming from her.

"Jesus, Clarke…You're fucking wet."

She laughs, trying to bite back her embarrassment, "Yeah, we're in the shower, wet is a thing here."

He shakes his head, "No. You're wet." As if to make sure, he brings his fingers to his mouth and tastes them with a growl that is downright salacious. "Yeah. That's all you."

Clarke loses the ability to speak, unbelievably turned on by the vulgar act, so she answers with a shuddering groan.

He chuckles as he thrusts his fingers into her, curling them just right so her knees nearly buckle while his free hand keeps her upright, holding her tight against his chest. And shit that feels amazing. Within mere minutes, she feels that wonderful pressure building up in her core, begging for release that only he can give her.

"More..."

She sighs with satisfaction when she feels the heel of his hand against her throbbing clit and cries out in rapture when she finally comes undone.

While she recovers, she feels him breathe into her neck, "I'm going to fuck you, now, Clarke."

Her response is a breathy "Please."

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you good."

Bellamy spins her around and captures her lips in a searing kiss that makes her feel like she's floating and drowning at the same time. He wraps his arms around her back and pulls her body flush against his while she brings her hands to his face and deepens the kiss. She feels his hands travel down her backside and she groans into his mouth when he crushes the flesh of her ass in his fingers. He steps backwards and sits on the tile bench so she's standing in front of him. She starts to straighten up,but Bellamy shakes his head with a growl, wordlessly demanding more time with her breasts. (There's a request she's more than happy to fulfill…). He runs a hand down the back of her thigh until he reaches her knee. He picks her leg up and plants her foot on the bench next to his hips.

"Like this," he tells her as he pulls down on her hips to line her entrance up with his cock.

She sinks down onto him with a wanton cry. This is a new kind of depth, like she's been drilled into in the best possible way. She grinds her clit against his pelvic bone while she readjusts to his intrusion, drawing gratified groans out of both of them. With one foot anchored by his hips and the other planted firmly on the ground, she raises herself off of him, just a little at first while she finds her balance, but gaining more assurance as she repeats the motion.

"Goddamn, Clarke. You feel so fucking good."

Soon their hips are meeting in a near-frantic rhythm and she can feel his strangled moans as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

Bellamy groans, "Hold on a sec," and stills her movements with his hands. She gives him an annoyed look before he pulls her fully into his lap so she's straddling him and wraps his arms around her back. She moans in appreciation when he tugs a nipple into his mouth and plants her hands onto the wall behind him while he thrusts up into her again.

She breathes in his ear, "Oh, fuck… Keep doing that, I like that."

He huffs, "Alright, I've got you..."

He increases his efforts, meeting her lips for a ferocious kiss that totally consumes her. Suddenly he stands up and she instinctively wraps her arms and legs around him, locking her ankles behind his back. He presses her into the wall, laughs lightly at the squeak that escapes her when her back hits the cold tile. She wants to answer with an irritated glare, but a drawn-out groan comes out instead as he slowly pulls out, then snaps his hips back into hers with a force that sends her higher up on the wall.

She studies Bellamy, sees how relieved he is to be back in the driver's seat. He didn't necessarily look uncomfortable while she was in control, but he certainly didn't look as in his element as he does right now. She loses all thoughts beyond the pleasure he gives her as he drives into her, sending them both into a state of delirium. She feels the back of her head hit the tile over and over while he ravages her body until she's on the precipice of orgasm.

She cries out, "Bellamy!" as she crashes over the edge into a sea of euphoria, carried away on waves of pleasure… As she comes back down, winded and sated, she feels Bellamy's arms tighten around her while his movements become erratic and furious until at last he halts with an explosive final thrust, making her entire body shiver as she feels him pulsing within her.

They stay there, chests heaving while he keeps her pinned to the wall with his body. She tangles her fingers into his wet hair, absentmindedly massaging his scalp as they recover.

Her voice is shaking, "Oh. My. God."

He laughs, "Good, yeah?"

She pulls on his hair lightly, "You know it was." With a smile, she lowers her lips to his in an overwhelmingly tender kiss. They stay caught up in each other, enjoying the feel of their bodies against each other.

They're abruptly brought back to reality when the water begins to cool down. Bellamy lets her down with a huff while he leans over and turns off the faucet.

She laughs, "Well, at least all the soap is rinsed off. And we're mostly clean." She grabs a washcloth so she can clean up the… mess between her legs.

Bellamy chuckles, and she can feel his laugh surround her in a most comforting way. He steps out of the shower and grabs a towel. She holds her hand out for him to give it to her, but instead he pulls her closer and gently dries her skin with it. She's dumbfounded by the gesture, so she stands contentedly and luxuriates in the sensations of the towel dabbing at her damp skin. When he's finished, in a moment of inspiration, she picks up his towel and returns the favor, methodically patting him dry. She's stunned by his soft expression in his eyes when she looks up and catches his gaze.

She breaks the comfortable silence. She points her thumb at the shower, "I liked that…" After a beat, "So, yeah. Remember that."

His lips curve into something between a smirk and a smile, "Like I could forget."

She rises onto her toes and plants a quick kiss to his lips. "I'm glad this… happened."

His smile is genuine, "I am, too." He huffs after a moment, "Took us long enough..."

She returns his smile as she wraps her towel around and tucks the end under her arm. "What now?"

He smirks, "Well, our friends are going to be completely insufferable."

Clarke nods, "Obviously. And there's no hiding it from them."

He shakes his head, "I don't think that's a possibility."

"So we're…" she trails off.

His voice almost sounds nervous, "…together?"

She nods with a smile, "Together."

He grins, "I like the sound of that."

When they step out of the bathroom, wrapped in towels, she can hear Raven and Octavia chatting in the living room. She knows she looks shocked as she hears them discussing Octavia's meddling. Yeah, they're assholes, but they're well-meaning assholes. Bellamy shrugs with a smirk when Raven and Octavia break out in uncontrollable laughter.

They sneak back into her room to get dressed again. His other clothes are all sweaty, and she can see him analyzing his predicament of whether he should get dressed in them again. She huffs a laugh and digs into the bottom of a box to pull out a T-shirt for him.

He catches it as she tosses it over. He shakes it out to inspect it and huffs, "Do you know how long I looked for this shirt?"

Clarke gives him an innocent expression, "It's yours?" He raises an eyebrow, calling her on her bullshit, so she relents, "Fine. I stole it."

He chuckles as he pulls it over his head, "What other clothes of mine do you have?"

She shrugs unapologetically as she tosses him some boxers and pajama pants, "Some of your stuff got mixed into my laundry when you stayed with us that week. I may have forgotten to give it back."

He smirks, "Well, I guess that worked itself out."

She gives him a grin, "I want that shirt back, though."

"But it's my favorite." His pout is adorable, but she's immune to it.

"How about this: You can wear it 'til it smells like you again. Then I'm taking it back." She chuckles at the mopey expression on Bellamy's face, mourning as she pulls her own T-shirt to cover her breasts.

"Fine. But only-" he dips his face closer to hers, "-if you tell me how often you wear it."

She rolls her eyes, "Only when I run out of my other pajamas. O gives me way too much shit if she sees me wearing it."

"Well, I'm wearing it tonight."

She smirks, "I don't think I'll have a problem getting it off of you later."

He shakes his head, "I don't doubt it."

She pulls her pajama shorts on, then puts her damp hair into a messy bun. "Okay, I'm hungry, so we have to go out there."

He pulls her close, "You ready for all their I-told-you-so's?"

She sighs, "As ready as I'll ever be… We'll have to deal with them sooner or later, so we might as well get it over with."

He chuckles and kisses her forehead, "That's the spirit." He opens the door and tugs on her hand, "Come on, let's do this."

She looks at him with a smile. Yeah, they'll be just fine.

End Chapter Notes:

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