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Tags/Triggers: Daddy Kink | BDSM Dynamics | Cockwarming | Mechanic Bellamy Blake
"Babe," Raven Reyes' voice was clipped, drawing Clarke Griffin's attention out of her head and toward her roommate on the other end of the couch. "Can you stop?" She nodded down pointedly to where Clarke's fingers were drumming against the side of her mug. Clarke winced apologetically and stopped, forcing herself to wrap her hand around the mug instead, settling for chewing on her bottom lip. She wasn't even sure what the fuck was going on in Love Is Blind but it wasn't as though she followed the show as religiously as Raven did, so she didn't really care.
Besides, there were more important things on her mind.
Like the fact that she had her first free weekend in months and Bellamy Blake wasn't free.
Worse than that, it wasn't that he wasn't free, it was that John Murphy was an irresponsible asshole who had decided to run off with his latest fling to Las Vegas at the last minute, leaving for Bellamy to do his part of the job that desperately needed to be done. Bellamy had been apologetic when he had called Clarke a few hours earlier, letting her know that there wasn't any point in her coming over on Friday—he would be home late and staying up even later for work, and then out to the garage early. He'd also been pissed, she could hear it in his voice, when he said that he would come over and pick her up Saturday evening on his way home, and they would spend the rest of the weekend together.
Bellamy and Murphy, not John, which always made Clarke roll her eyes, had been friends since they'd been in foster care together when they were kids, and they started working for the garage's previous owner together. Bellamy was technically the owner, buying the place out when the previous owner had retired, but he treated Murphy's opinion as just as important as his own. After they had taken over the place, they had done it up, investing what little money they had because they believed in what they were doing, and it had paid off. They had been able to expand into working on custom vehicles as well, which had been something Bellamy had dreamed about doing as a kid, which Clarke had smiled widely listening to him talk about, and there had been one Bellamy and his crew had just finished working on. A big part of Murphy's job was talking with clients, trying to sell their vehicles for the best price possible. Bellamy and Murphy called it 'sweet talking', Clarke just thought that Murphy was good at talking shit, but either way, he was good at his job.
Except when he was caught up with some new person, it had been some guy from Austria three months ago, now apparently it was a girl from South Korea. There was a car Bellamy's team had been working on for months and they hadn't been able to get a buyer lined up, and they were getting desperate for a payday and to get the car out of the garage to make space for their next project. Since Murphy had run off, Bellamy was now stuck making the phone and video calls, which was the thing he tried to avoid the most.
He joked that he wasn't good with people, but Clarke knew it was more the fact he just didn't like it. He was good at dealing with people, he just preferred not to.
"Oh my god, you're doing it again," Raven cried out and Clarke blinked, looking back down and cringing when she saw her nails rapping at the side of her mug again.
"Sorry," she muttered as she quickly finished the hot chocolate that was left in her mug and put it down on the coffee table in front of her. Raven was still watching her and she sighed and scrunched her nose up at her friend, who raised an eyebrow back at her. "What?" Clarke whined out. "I'm allowed to sulk about not seeing my boyfriend."
"Your Daddy," Raven snorted out and had a sip of her wine. Clarke rolled her eyes but didn't say anything, just grinning. Raven wasn't particularly kinky, nowhere near to the same degree that Clarke was, other than enjoying holding her boyfriends down when she fucked them, but she knew pretty much every single thing that Clarke did. They'd been friends since before high school, there wasn't much that they didn't share. "Why don't you just do what the us vanilla people would do when their partner is at work?" She asked, tilting the wine glass toward Clarke as she gave her a confused work. "Make him a fancy lunch and visit him for a quickie?" She grinned and Clarke let out a sound of surprise before tipping her head to the side in thought.
"Huh," she muttered. It wasn't like she hadn't been to his work a handful of times before, sometimes when he was working, others when they were there after hours for something, especially in the past few months since they had started dating, not just seeing each other within their dom/sub dynamic. And it wasn't like she wouldn't mind having sex in his office either, because just like his apartment, Bellamy liked to keep it clean and tidy. "Yeah," she nodded as she picked up her phone and Raven turned back to enjoy Love Is Blind in peace. "What's that place where you got those noodles the other week? He really liked them." They'd had a late dinner in a park with Raven and her latest flavor of the week, Finn Collins, and Bellamy had still been talking about the noodles the next morning.
"It's like—on the opposite side of town to his job," Raven replied.
"I don't care," Clarke's response was quick and Raven just laughed knowingly.
Clarke checked in with Bellamy on Saturday the same way that she always did when she wasn't waking up with him, a selfie with a good morning message, but directly afterwards she got in the shower rather than falling back asleep like she would on her usual day off. Raven was fast asleep, and so she didn't play music like she usually would when taking a long shower, but it didn't matter, as she was making a plan for the day.
Bellamy was already at the garage, he'd messaged her just before six in the morning to say that he was there, while Clarke had still been fast asleep, and it was clear from his short words, that he wasn't in a good mood. She didn't blame him, and she knew that if he got around to ordering himself something to eat for lunch, it wouldn't be late until the afternoon. So if she showed up around twelve with food in hand and wearing his hoodie, she was hoping that she would be able to completely turn his day around.
Which is what she did.
Raven was awake by the time she left with her overnight bag thrown over her shoulder, and she raised an eyebrow at the outfit Clarke had chosen, a hoodie and a pair of jeans stained with paint. She also had one of her simple day collars underneath, one that easily passed as a choker but that Bellamy would recognised instantly, given he had been the one to pay for it.
"That's your choice of sexy outfit?" She asked. "I mean, I know you guys are into all that but still seems like a bit of a boring choice." Clarke just rolled her eyes.
"It's his hoodie," she replied, which even Raven knew the meaning of, the way guys went crazy for that."And anyway, it's more about what's underneath, than what's on top." Both of Raven's eyebrows went up at that and it looked as though she was about to start asking more questions which Clarke didn't have time to answer, so she grabbed the door handle and threw it open and yelled out a goodbye over her shoulder as she left.
Every step that she took, the rub of her nipples against the inside material of Bellamy's hoodie reminded her that she was wearing nothing else underneath.
Clarke had ordered a car and let them know that there would be a stop on their way to her destination, and as she was walking out of their apartment building, she checked her phone to make sure the food would be ready by the time they got there. If it was up to her, she would stop for Burger King or chicken, but Bellamy always tried to be healthy and he tried to make sure she ate healthy, so she ordered them pork noodles with vegetables and settled for grumbling a little under her breath. The car was waiting at the curb and after checking the licence plate and sending a picture of the details up to Raven, she got into the back of the car.
It took almost forty minutes to get across town with the food in the traffic, but Clarke had her music playing through her headphones and she was bobbing her head with nervous excitement, and she made sure to tip as she thanked the driver and got out. Every time that she had come here, it had been with Bellamy, and it took her a minute to remember where to go since the main doors were all closed up. She walked around the far side of the building, and then smiled when she heard the sound of Bellamy's voice. He was talking quickly, and there was this particular tone he got to his voice, where he was playing nice when he really didn't want to. Clarke reached the office, with a small window along the top that she couldn't see inside, and a door that she rapped her knuckles against. There was a shout in response that she couldn't make out and she tilted her head to the side in confusion before knocking again.
"—not open!" Bellamy's shout was a bit clearer this time, closer to the door. "If it's a delivery, just leave it!" Clarke hesitated, cringing a little as she realized that his mood really hadn't improved and part of her regretted coming, her hand still lifted at the door. Nothing else came from inside for a moment before he resumed talking on the phone and Clarke winced before quickly knocking twice more and then taking a step back, her hands tightening nervously around the bags she'd brought.
It wasn't that she thought he was going to be angry at her, but maybe she should have given him a heads up, it wasn't as though she had done this before. Even though they had been involved close to a year now, they had only actually been dating for just over a month now, and maybe coming here on a day when he was working overtime and was already in a bad mood had been a stupid decision on her behalf.
"I said we're not—" Bellamy finally threw open the door, staring at Clarke before his expression completely cleared, lighting up and reaching out an arm toward her, rapidly waving her inside. Any concerns Clarke had quickly disappeared, her cheeks warming up at his clear joy at seeing her, walking quickly into the garage so that he could close the door and continue his call. She had planned to give him space until he was done with whoever he was on the phone with, but Bellamy was reaching out for her with the hand that was free once he had closed the door, tucking her into his side and giving her a quick kiss on the temple before speaking again. "Hey, I need to go, alright? If you finally come up with a reasonable offer, you know how to reach me," Bellamy's tone had a playful tone to it, the easy, personable way that he needed to speak with his clients, but it was also firm, clearly shutting the conversation off. "Yeah, you have a good weekend," Bellamy pulled his phone away from ear and shoved it in his pocket before he was turning to face Clarke properly, wrapping both arms around her. "Baby," he exhaled, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her mouth.
"I—" Clarke's words were cut off when he kissed her again. "I wanted—" Bellamy interrupted her again, this kiss longer and harder, his arms tightening around her, and Clarke couldn't help her breathless laugh when he finally pulled back, but only enough for her to be able to finally speak. "Hi," she stated.
"Hey, princess," Bellamy exhaled heavily and closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against hers. Clarke's smile faded as she watched him, annoyed that she was still holding the bag with their food because she wanted to hold him back properly. "Shit, it's good to see you."
"It's okay I'm here?" Clarke asked, hoping her voice didn't come off too nervous. "I was a bit worried—""
"No," Bellamy's eyes snapped back open and replied vehemently. "I'm always happy to see you." Clarke knew she blushed visibly at his words, the open and honest way of communication that he insisted on still something that she was adjusting to. Sure, they had been playing together for months now, but that didn't undo the years of damage that occurred before he had come along.
"I brought lunch," she shifted the conversation topic, hoping it would hide how red her cheeks were, but she knew that Bellamy would have seen it, because he noticed everything. He didn't embarrass her by pointing it out, letting her shift away and hold up the bag of food, and he raised an eyebrow in amusement as he looked inside the bag.
"And it's healthy too," he pointed out with a grin and Clarke rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, well, I know what my Daddy likes," she muttered in resignation as she shrugged a shoulder and turned toward his office. "Did you want to eat now?" She asked as she walked inside, doing a quick, subtle sweep of the room. As expected, it was substantially cleaner than the rest of the garage, no grime in sight, the carpet looking freshly vacuumed, and her eyes darted toward his desk, before quickly turning away and looking back at Bellamy. He was smiling fondly, reaching out to give her chin a light tap with a finger before taking the bag from her hand.
"I was just thinking about ordering food. You came at the perfect time," he told her and Clarke grinned happily. There was a low coffee table in one corner of the office, with an old couch and armchair making a cramped little area where Bellamy met with clients, and he put the bag down on the table, taking a seat and patting the cushion next to him. Clarke slid down beside him, resting her hands on her lap as she waited, Bellamy pulling out the containers inside and s them down, handing her a napkin and then her drink. She ducked her head forward, burying her nose in the hoodie that smelt like Bellamy and taking in a deep breath. It was small, the way that he liked getting things prepared for her, the way he made sure her drink bottle lid was unscrewed, and how before he made a move to eat anything, he leaned back in for another kiss first.
It was nice—really nice.
She loved the way he looked after her.
They didn't take as long as eating as they usually would, Bellamy kept glancing back at the time on his phone and Clarke already knew that he was going to be busy. Bellamy cleaned up most of their rubbish while Clarke shifted around in her seat, playing with the drawstring of Bellamy's hoodie she was wearing, the seam of her leggings pressing between her legs in a way that was becoming difficult to ignore. Part of her was surprised that Bellamy hadn't slipped a hand under the hoodie and noticed her bare skin, but it was a cold day, and she was dressed warm and casually, and he probably thought she was only stopping by for lunch. That just made it better, the fact he was taking longer to find out.
"What were your plans next, baby?" Bellamy asked once he'd gotten rid of the rubbish and opened a window to air out the smell of hot food as Clarke got up off the couch, tipping her head to the side as she stepped closer to him.
"I know that you have to work," she began as Bellamy reached out and rested his hands on her hips, pulling her in a bit closer. "And I was thinking that…Maybe I could keep you company?" Her voice ticked upward near the end in a hopeful question, and Bellamy's eyes widened in surprise before his lips were curling upward in the corners and he reached out, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her in close.
"Is that so?" He teased and Clarke exhaled, a little shakily because of how their bodies were pressed together and the way his hand splayed across her lower back possessively.
"Yeah," she replied, a little lamely, which made her wince internally because she was trying to appear confident and sexy, everything that Bellamy made her feel, but that unfortunately escaped her sometimes. Bellamy's lips twitched before he was leaning down and kissing her firmly, somehow holding her closer and tighter before releasing her.
"I love that idea," Bellamy told her. "But you're gonna need to be good for me, okay?" Clarke swallowed hard as his eyes flickered over her face, eyebrows raising in a playfully challenging way, the way he got when he was slipping into a sterner headspace. She nodded quickly, eagerly, blue eyes getting bigger as she stared up at him, and he stared back at her for a beat longer before nodding and loosening his grip around her. He let her go and walked over to the closet in the corner, reaching in and pulling out a fluffy blanket covered in tiny mushroom images—one that she knew he used to keep himself warm on cold mornings, which she found adorable. He walked back over to his desk, pushing out his chair and unfolding the blanket, putting it on the floor in front of him, under the desk.
Clarke's face flared red for a moment, and she couldn't help her quick look up at the windows, nervous even though this had been her idea in the first place. Bellamy didn't push her, just waited patiently before she exhaled heavily and stepped closer.
"No one will see you," Bellamy told her quietly when she stood in front of him. "The windows are tinted and the doors are locked. You think I would let anyone else see you down on your knees for me?" He asked and Clarke's breathing hitched again at his words, said knees feeling wobbly, before she decided to just quickly get on with it, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling under his desk. She was glad it was as big as she remembered, plenty of room for her to sit with her legs crossed, or kneeling on them, although she had to have her head ducked forward so she didn't bump it. But it wasn't as though she was planning on sitting in an upright position anyway…
Bellamy didn't wait for prompting once she put a small hand on his knee, his fingers deftly undoing his belt, button and zipper, pulling himself casually out before he was leaning forward, and she could hear the tap of his fingers on the keyboard. There was a molten heat that ran down her spine, making her shiver, before she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his thighs and carefully fitting her lips around his cock. He wasn't hard—he usually wasn't to begin with when they did something like cockwarming—and she liked that, skin soft in her mouth and slowly feeling him get harder on her tongue.
Bellamy started talking on the phone, and Clarke was hyperaware of it to begin with, of his voice discussing the renovations on the car he'd been working on, and a distant tinny voice replying, distracting her from what she was meant to be doing. But his hand came down, tangling gently in her hair and guiding her movements, back and forth, until she sank into the rhythm herself and completely zoned out of the conversation that was happening above her.
She loved that, how he instinctively seemed to know how to centre her and help her bliss out, help her make him feel good which just made her feel even better, the way her head buzzed with the knowledge that he was making those occasionally breathy sounds because of her.
It was easy to drift, spit gathering in the corners of her mouth and dripping occasionally, darkening the material of his pants, and her head felt bleary, his fingers tightening in her hair, pulling at her scalp before relaxing again. It felt good, she felt so close to him, like she always did when they did this, and she wasn't sure how many calls Bellamy made above her, but over time, she did feel her knees and feet starting to tingle and feel a little numb. Her toes curled into the blanket beneath her, fingers occasionally scratching down his thighs, and she could hear him talking above her, his voice rumbling and soothing.
As time went on though, she couldn't help the way she felt a little impatient, especially when Bellamy had a frustrating call. His words were clipped until he snapped loudly, and Clarke began to pull back, uncertain if he wanted her to continue, but then he grabbed the back of her head. He pulled her down, until she almost choked with how deep she took him, and then began to thrust into her mouth. Her nipples were hard behind the material of his hoodie that she was wearing, and she wiggled a little, trying to angle the way her pants were pressing between her legs, trying to apply more pressure against her clit. Even once he had finished his phone call, his hand loosening and returning to his keyboard before moving onto the next call, her arousal was bubbling higher.
She was still so caught up in properly sucking on Bellamy now, her mouth making choking-gagging sounds occasionally, while squeezing her thighs together and rolling her hips forward, that she didn't notice when Bellamy ended his next call. But suddenly he was rolling his chair backwards and Clarke made a surprised sound as she overbalanced and tipped forward, but he was leaning down and quickly steadying her, one hand on her shoulder. She blinked, tipping her face upwards to look at him, and he smirked as he pinched her chin between two fingers.
"Shit, you look pretty all messy," he uttered, and he swiped his thumb through the spit on her chin before leaning forward to kiss her swollen mouth. Clarke moaned, pushing up on her knees, ignoring the pins and needles in her thighs, kissing him back eagerly, her tongue pressing against his lips in a desperate chase after his own and she felt him laugh as he gathered her in close. "Fuck," he grunted as he pulled her up, easily supporting her weight before he was pushing things back on his desk, swiping away the papers and notebooks, and shoving back the keyboard so it cluttered away. "You have no idea how happy I was to see you walk up here, baby," his words were a little muffled, his face tipped forward as he focussed on stripping her out of her pants and underwear, manhandling her easily and making her eyes roll. Her body felt limp in his hands, barely wincing at the feeling of the cold wood of his desk under her ass. "Felt so fucking shitty that I had to work this weekend when I was meant to have you all to myself, gonna kill Murphy." Clarke smiled a little at that, although the way Bellamy groped at her thighs, pushing them apart and unabashedly swiping at the slickness between her legs had the smile dropping and a shudder ripping through her. "But it's okay…It's fucking over, got a good deal and I'm gonna buy you something so pretty, baby, you deserve it, being such a good girl for Daddy," he was just muttering under his breath now as he pushed her legs further apart, before he slipped two fingers gently inside without any warning, careful as he circled around her wet entrance before curling inward, and Clarke gasped loudly.
He had this way of stroking her from the inside that made her feel so dizzy she couldn't breathe, and she was pretty sure she couldn't live without it now that she'd gotten a taste.
"Gonna fuck you in this, baby," Bellamy's eyes were still dancing over her, over her pale thighs, towards where his fingers were gentle but relentlessly teasing her and making her pussy drip, then over her lurching torso and her flushed face. "Love you in my clothes…" his free hand slipped up, underneath the hoodie before he paused, and then suddenly his fingers weren't inside her anymore.
"Daddy—" Clarke began to whine loudly with a pout but she paused when he was suddenly unzipping the front of his hoodie and then clenching his teeth together and exhaling with a hiss as her bare chest was revealed.
"Baby…" his voice was low and a touch tremulous before suddenly he was pushing back and shoving down the front of his jeans further before standing back between her legs. His hands were firm enough to bruise but gentle enough that the aching left behind was pleasant, not painful, and Clarke let out a gasp when he found the angle he was looking for, pulling her right to the edge of the desk and easily able to slide inside her, filling her in a single thrust. "Shit, how do you feel better every time, huh?" Bellamy's body felt taunt under where Clarke was gripping at his arms, and there was a ripple of pride that ran through her, at the way she could feel him holding himself back, his eyes momentarily closing as he controlled himself. "God, you're perfect," he muttered. "Coming in here with only my hoodie covering your perfect tits…"
He made her feel so good all the time, and sometimes she doubted that she could ever make him feel as good. When she felt him in moments like this, and when he opened his eyes and looked at her like he was right now…It made it hard to breathe.
"You're fucking perfect, baby," Bellamy cupped her face, pulling her in close, his other hand grabbing at her hip to bring her down to meet his hips, slapping together loudly and making her gasp. "You know that, sweetheart?" Bellamy seemed to decide that this was going to move fast, and Clarke had no problem with that as his fingers gripped at her—clawing at her hip—as though he couldn't get enough of her. "Huh? Let me hear you, baby."
"Y-yes, Daddy," Clarke managed to hiccup, and her tits were bouncing as their bodies thrust together, Bellamy's hoodie beginning to slip down her shoulders, and his eyes were dropping from her face. "P-perfect."
"That's right, baby, perfect," Bellamy told her, and his hand briefly left her where it had been cupping her face, groping at her breast and pinching at her nipples in a way that made her squeal and arch her back and tighten around Bellamy's cock. "Perfect for your Daddy, hm?" Clarke wasn't sure how Bellamy was managing to talk while he was moving both of them, his hips snapping forward while pulling Clarke down on his cock, but they kept on coming, and it was making her eyes roll back. "My princess—looking after your Daddy so well, don't you?" His hand pulled away from her chest, wrapping around the back of her neck and ducking forward to kiss her, wet and messy on the mouth. Clarke whimpered when he straightened back up, adjusting his stance and widening his feet apart, fucking into her harder. "You made my day, baby, was having such a shit day and then you show up. My literal fucking angel, huh?" He was starting to pant, his jaw beginning to tighten in the way that Clarke found stupidly sexy.
"J-just—just wanted to b-be—be close to you," Clarke admitted in stutters, her cheeks flaring red, glad that she could drop her face forward and hide her expression.
"Thank you, baby," Bellamy kissed the top of her head, the hand around her neck squeezing tightly. "Come on, I can feel how wet you are," he told her, his movements becoming slightly erratic, close to his orgasm, already on edge right from the start from how she'd had her mouth around him for close to two hours. "I want you to cum for your Daddy, okay?" There was this electric shock that ran through her when he said that to her, when he referred to himself that way, when he was inside her, when he showed how well he knew her because she was so close.
His hand dropped again, this time the rough pad of his thumb pressing against her clit, the pressure uneven from the way she was being jostled as Bellamy fucked her, but it was enough. Her clit was already swollen with arousal from where she had been pressing her thighs together while Bellamy's cock was in her mouth, and it felt as though the moment he touched her there, her release was rushing through her, squirting around Bellamy's cock so hard her body jerked forward with a cry.
"That's it, princess," Bellamy grunted as his pace quickened. She clung to him, jolting limply with each of his thrusts. When he came, he held her close, tight, and Clarke hugged him as he breathed harshly in her ear, coming down from his high.
"Come on, baby, let me get you out of here," Bellamy said, pushing her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ears before he was reaching down to zip up the hoodie she was wearing. "We'll shower and I'll brush your hair when we get to my place, okay?" Clarke knew her expression was a little dopey, still feeling high from her orgasm and cared for from the way Bellamy was re-dressing her, and dropping kisses all over her face.
"You don't…You don't have paper work you need to do?" Clarke asked, her voice sounding breathy and faraway, even to her. Bellamy just smiled, looking fond as two fingers gently tapped under her chin, his hoodie now covering her back up, and her jeans back on.
"There's paperwork, but Murphy's gonna take care of that shit first thing on Monday. I'm taking you home," Bellamy replied as he wrapped a hand around her waist, Clarke's face glowing with happiness.
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