The Warmest Coldest Night
Tags: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Established Relationship, Modern Alternate Universe, Slight Dom/Sub Undertones, Choking Kink, Body Worship, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Sleepy Sex
This is my first time writing for The 100 and smut, so please be gentle and I’d appreciate any feedback or comments :) I did want to go further and write the morning scene afterward, but I didn’t have enough time - so maybe I’ll follow up with that <3
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The coldest night in over a hundred years.
Of all the nights to be alone, Clarke grumbled as she nuzzled into her makeshift blanket burrito, in soft non-wired and non-padded bra set. Despite being underneath a thick duvet that her mom requesting in gifting her, she still have frozen toes and a chilly nose. Her dad always said that Clarke could live in the hottest place known to man and still be cold. Perhaps it wasn’t one of her best ideas to move to one of the coldest states. But it was somehow the place where she ended up…Go figure.
However, now on a freezing winter night with the thermostat turned up as high as it could go and the electric blanket on full blast, Clarke was pitifully still cold and slightly regretting – only slight, mind you- about not listening to her mother about the winters in Seattle. Clarke whimpered as she rolled over to face the empty, unoccupied side of the bed and her leg brushed against an ice-cold part of the bedsheet. She wanted to reach out of her burrito and pull the space heater that usually lies next to her at this time, but all Clarke could do was pout at the vacant space.
Clarke couldn’t believe her luck when her usual dinner time dance around the kitchen was suddenly cut short. She was blissfully swaying to the soft mesmerising voice of Amos Lee whilst making her dinner – her specialty, spaghetti carbonara- only to be rudely interrupted from her pleasant bubble by a forecast warning cutting through the radio presenter’s scheduled music. The time it took for Clarke to finish her carbonara and clean away all her dirty pots and dishes from this morning, resulted in her being in a foul mood. All she wanted was to come in from work, away from all the rude parents, condescending attendings and snotty nurses to the smell of pasta cooking, the candles wafting vanilla and gingerbread into the air and big, thick muscular arms to cocoon her in. But no, Clarke got a dark, cold and empty apartment with only a little message on one of her pastel-coloured heart sticky notes stuck onto the large standing mirror Clarke thrifted right by the front door.
Murphy’s been up all night looking after the girls. He thinks it might be food poisoning. Sorry baby, I’ll be home late :(
Clarke hoped that with all the extra shifts he’d been working this past month that work would give him a bit of a break, but Murphy couldn’t help Emori and their two-year-old little girl, Ally, getting sick. Didn’t mean she still couldn’t be frustrated with not having her family to come home to. Clarke tried not to pout; she really did. But now as she peers at the illuminated clock, Raven made as a house-warming gift, and sees the time getting closer and closer to midnight, Clarke can’t help but bite down on her bottom lip to stop the sudden lump in her throat and stinging of her sleepy eyes. She knew it was stupid to get upset, he would be home soon. But she wanted her home…her very warm and cozy home.
“Shit!” Bellamy grumbled as he nearly tripped over a rogue converse in his path. Huffing out a laugh, he used his socked foot to slide the near cause of his death to the side of the cluttered dresser where his and Clarke’s keys rested amongst take-away menus, letters and fliers from Jasper’s band, Mount Weather, lie.
Bellamy shakes his head as he softly pads through the apartment, passing the long coat, woolly scarf and hat that Bellamy’s Lola made for Clarke for Christmas that she’s dumped in the brown leather chair in their living room. Why she could never just put them onto the hooks Bellamy drilled into the wall beside the front door, he’d never understand; but her controlled chaos was what he always loved about her. Whilst Bellamy’s coats, hats, scarves, shoes all belonged within and under the dresser by the door, Clarke’s were all over the apartment – he once found her hat in the microwave! He couldn’t even scold her or ask her what prompted her to do that, before he was pounced on by his tiny love, who held onto him as if she were a koala and gazed her wide, soft baby blues at him. All he could feel in that moment, rather than frustration, was adoration and a love so deep that he’d feel scared he could feel such a thing, if not for her reflecting the same terrifying unconditional love for him back. Safe to say that the only reason why the pair rarely quarrelled anymore was because of how tight the other had wrapped around their finger; Octavia and Raven found it hilarious, until they realised that Bellamy and Clarke’s fiery argumentative natures would now be turned onto them and their friends, instead of each other.
Bellamy chuckled softly, in his deep baritone voice as slid past the kitchen. Only to suddenly veer into the small space to pick up the Tupperware with Clarke’s famous spaghetti carbonara inside that had one of his sticky notes that looked like the inside of a book on top of the lid.
Here you go my love. Did you really think I wouldn’t save any for you?
I value my life too much to do that ;) If you don’t eat it when you get it, you can always have it for lunch tomorrow. I love you, my hardworking man <3
“My sweet girl,” he murmured, as he picked up the precious tub and placed it within their new pastel blue refrigerator Kane got for the couple, despite them both protesting its expense. Bellamy’s lips curled up as he thought of his kind-hearted love, knowing she was probably disappointed she didn’t get to share the meal with him and do their nightly dinner time kitchen dance together.
It started when the pair first moved in together during their third year of college, the apartment was five times smaller than the one they currently reside in, but the couple didn’t care. Though Bellamy worried deep down that Clarke would hate living in such a tiny apartment compared to the grand houses she had lived in throughout her childhood. But, as per usual, his Clarke surprised him and went crazy decorating their shoebox place, making it as homey and comforting as possible – so much so, that it became the local hangout for all their friends despite the size. When Bellamy first brought home his paycheque, from working endless weekends at the campus coffeehouse, Clarke squealed and charged at him in only her lilac cotton bra and white pyjama shorts, dragging him into the kitchen where she was cooking some pasta. She hugged him so tight and didn’t let go, Bellamy’s face buried in her soft blonde waves and his arms wrapped around her waist. He had only ever been hugged like this by her; a hug that was filled with devotion and need, a hug that held the promise that he would never have to imagine not being held like this again. When the radio suddenly changed to Otis Redding’s ‘These Arms of Mine’ and Clarke pulled back, keeping Bellamy secure in her arms. She rested her forehead gently against his, her pink, pouty lips brushing ever so slightly against his as she murmured the words.
All Bellamy could do was, firstly, to fight against the blood rising in his cheeks, and pull Clarke back to him. Pressing his chest against hers, feeling her breasts rub against his thin shirt, as he dragged his hands up and down her back, rocking and swaying her backwards and forwards to the beat of the song. Ever since, it became a tradition when they were both in the kitchen, whether they were cooking or not – though it usually was – they would dance along to any song on the radio that was playing, whether it was slow and intimate or joyful and fast. Though it couldn’t happen every night, it gave the couple something to look forward to during the painstakingly long shifts at work. The fact that after seven years that still hasn’t faded away was something that Bellamy was grateful to every single damn day.
After making sure everything was shut off, put away and locked did Bellamy finally follow the path down the corridor to where his heart laid. Bellamy opened the old wooden door to their bedroom, glaring at the sudden creak it gave out as he slipped inside and closed it again. He gazed at the lump he could see through the darkness of the bedroom and watched it carefully as he inched towards the drawers that held his pyjamas.
The lump kept gently rising and falling, unaffected by his entrance. Bellamy let out a breath and he swivelled on his feet and pulled the drawers open, digging into the different fabrics to find his favourite velvety cream bottoms. Raising his arms, he slowly peeled off his work t-shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, kicking them off. As he reached down to pick up the discarded clothing, he noticed that the fresh laundry he brought in this morning before he left for his shift still sat at the foot of the bed untouched. Bellamy’s brow furrowed as he picked up the pile and looked at the articles of clothes. He definitely washed Clarke’s favourite winter pyjamas that he bought her two Christmases ago, they had little koalas with stethoscopes and doctors’ coats on; the giggles Clarke let out as she ripped off the brown paper and paraded around their living room wearing them, made the cheesy purchase completely worth it. He knew she absolutely adored them, they had this fluffy inside to them, so Bellamy knew she’d never be cold in them and she always looked so cute nuzzling into them.
Gazing at the unmoving lump on the bed, he wondered if she just didn’t see the pile or found something of his to sleep in. Perching on his side of the bed, he pulled off his thick brown socks, balling them up and chucking them in the direction of the laundry basket. Bellamy looked down at the pyjamas next to him, before squinting at the thermostat by the door that was set extremely high, higher than Clarke usually puts it up to; apparently, she’d rather have him keep her warm, than have Bellamy walk into their home and instantly melt into a puddle.
Scanning the mass of duvet and blankets that lay on their bed and over the mass on Clarke’s side, Bellamy jumps up from the bed and thrusts the bottoms back into the drawer. Despite the prickles of cold he feels brushing against his skin, he stays in his briefs as he softly raises the thick duvet before sliding into the heated bed.
“Fuck,” he whispers, as he feels the lava-hot electric blanket beneath him. Jesus Christ, he’s gonna be sweating tonight. Bellamy turns to make sure his phone lays silent on this side table before focusing his attention on his non-visible girlfriend. Bellamy shuffles closer to the middle of the bed, raising his large callous hand towards the lump and finds only blanket. Bellamy quickly slaps his other hand to his mouth as he tries to stop his usually boisterous laugh getting out. Only his girl.
Biting back his lips and clearing his throat, he inches even closer and drags his hand over the mass. Bellamy places his head onto Clarke’s lumpy pillow that she refuses to replace. He looks down at the lump and faintly sees some blonde strands peeking out of the blanket burrito Clarke has got herself in. Bellamy’s fingers trail and rub across the thin blanket, trying to not only find the opening of the layer but letting his sweet girl know he’s there. He’s home.
A low grumble comes from the burrito. Bellamy can’t help the chuckle he lets out then, but thankfully isn’t too loud to disturb the peace of their bedroom. Dragging his along the seam of the blanket, he delicately peels the layer away to rest on the mattress. He lets out a sharp breath as milky skin suddenly appears before him as he manages to reveal more and more of Clarke. Once he’s managed to get through all the blankets – how many does a person need, Bellamy shakes his head- he wraps his arms around her hips and gently brings her out of the cocoon she had herself tucked inside and close to his firm body. As he brushes against her skin, he has longer look at her. Her blonde waves, usually contained in their gentle curls, are fuzzy and splayed all around her small head, her cheeks that Bellamy loves to squeeze and bite at sometimes are a dark pink in the dimness of the night. Her ample chest still rises and falls undisturbed from Bellamy’s extraction of his girlfriend. Now Bellamy sees that, instead of putting on the cosy thick pyjamas that Bellamy left for her, Clarke lays in only her lavender coloured bra and thong set that she bought herself to see if she’d be comfortable in a non-wired and padded bra. He’s never been more grateful for fashion trends as he has right now in this moment. He rubs the thin cotton of her bra strap between his fingers with the hand underneath her body and brings his other hand from her curvy hip to smoothly brush her wild mane away from her face. When he can finally see Clarke’s entire face and she shuffles in his arms, bringing her body closer to his, does he let himself press several kisses to the side of her face. The heat of her cheeks makes his lips tingle in warmth as he skims over cheek to place a hot open-mouthed kiss on the corner of her mouth, skimming his nose against her jaw as he pulls away. Clarke’s chest suddenly rises as she lets out a deep, soft sigh as Bellamy continues to love on her.
Clarke slowly shifts her hips and moves her legs languidly as she feels a deep warmth around her. Her pink lips curl up as she realises, she finally feels warm, despite the freezing cold night. She feels other warmth too. Wrapped around her. Pressing against her back. Sending soft puffs of warm air across her cheek. Warmth fills her chest as she smiles delicately and fights to open her eyes. Bellamy wraps his arm tighter around her waist as he brings his legs to entwine with hers, the coarseness of his leg hair sending a shivering sensation through Clarke’s body. He drags his hand over from her waist to her hip repeatedly as he feels her start to wake, her hips sluggishly shift from side to side on the sheet. Eventually, she stretches her legs and toes, and Bellamy nuzzles into the side of her neck as he feels her brush herself against him. She lets out another soft sigh as she sleepily drags her petite hand over his giant one, that stops smoothing over her hip.
As she delicately shuffles around to rest facing Bellamy, he pulls back a little to allow her the space before dragging her even closer, pressing their bodies against one another. Clarke blindly raises her bare leg and curls it over Bellamy’s hip as both his hands grasp hers and slightly digs his fingers in. She brushes her thin nose against his clavicle, rubbing left and right sleepily, hearing the low rumble in his chest at the tender movement. She inches closer, curling her leg even higher on his hip as his hand slips down to spread over her ass cheek and Clarke smiles gently as she continues her path up to his chin. Clarke pauses at his small scar on his chin, only visible through memory, and places a small, wet kiss there. His chin brushes against her lips as he takes a deep breath, suddenly expelled when Clarke presses another kiss there. She peppers more kisses around his mouth as she inches higher up his body, using her leg that’s wrapped around him to raise her. Once she finally reaches Bellamy’s warm brown eyes, soft and deep in their colour, she brings her arms up to wrap around Bellamy’s neck. He just presses forward, squishing her breasts against him, brushes his nose against hers in greeting.
“Hey baby,” he murmurs, as his hand still splayed on her waist, while its counterpart cups her perky ass, glides up her side, coasting over her breast to cup her cheek. Clarke can only smile, all the emotion from earlier when she got home completely irradicated just from his presence. She brings her hand up and threads her fingers through his dark curls as she fits their lips together. They both let out a contented sigh as their lips brush over one another’s.
Clarke parts her mouth as Bellamy glides his tongue over her bottom lip and dives into the pure, unadulterated taste of Clarke. She whimpers as he kisses her deeply and tightens her hold on his curls, pulling him impossibly closer to her. Bellamy makes a soft, sweet sound against her, his hand leaving her face to cover her head, curling his hand within her waves. What started of as a sleepy and loving kiss, quickly turns deep and hot when Bellamy grips her hair tight in his fist, nibbling at her bottom lip after Clarke rocks her hips hard into Bellamy. Clarke pulls away, her panting breath stark against the iciness of the bedroom. Bellamy isn’t deterred, nosing down her throat and across her jawline, he sucks kisses into her milky skin. She grasps his shoulder with her hand underneath his body as she drags her hips fiercely across the bulge protruding from Bellamy’s briefs. He grunts against her and bites at her neck, causing Clarke to gasp wetly and whimper. Now she’s started, she can’t stop though.
She unwraps her fingers from Bellamy’s hair and trails her hand down his bare chest, her nails dragging across his nipple. Bellamy stops for a moment at her neck and quickly pulls back to grab at her face once more, fusing their swollen lips together. Clarke smiles into the kiss as she scratches down his six-pack to tease her fingers under the waistband of his tight briefs. Bellamy growls into her mouth and quickly rolls them over, with Clarke now fully at his mercy underneath him. She pants into his mouth as he sucks her bottom lip, before taking ownership of her mouth once more.
Clarke cannot help the whimpers and mewls she makes as Bellamy consumes her. His body encompasses her, making her feel little and cared for, as his arms rest on either side of her.
“Bellamy,” she mumbles into their kiss, as he keeps his lower half raised. Groaning, Clarke lifts her thighs to grasp either side of Bellamy’s torso. But before she can wrap her calves around him, Bellamy’s hands take hold of her thighs, pushing them down to the side to splay her open for him. Clarke flicks her tongue against his as he tries to withdraw from her mouth. His signature smug smile caresses her lips as she wraps her arms around his neck, surging her hips upwards and whimpers petulantly when she can’t brush against him.
“Bell-Bellamy, please…Baby, please,” Clarke moans against his mouth, He returns one of his hands to the bed as the other keeps her thigh pressed open for him and lowers his body slowly onto hers. Clarke grumbles at his slow pace and quickly hooks her leg, not held down by his hand, around his waist to bring him suddenly pressed against her. They both grunt at the impact, Bellamy huffing a laugh against her lips at her lack of patience whilst she returns her focus to getting him naked.
“So impatient, baby,” he chuckles into her mouth as she tries to drag his briefs down with her hands. She whimpers sweetly at him and he smiles lovingly at her cuteness, raising his hips once more to help her. She pulls herself back from Bellamy’s lips to watch Bellamy be revealed to her.
Bellamy loves watching Clarke, he loves how no matter how long they’ve been doing this, how long they’ve been together and how often she sees Bellamy completely naked and at her mercy, that he can’t believe she gets the same amazement in her eyes and a sexy, yet soft, smile from her every time, ever since that first time when she dropped to her knees in the old history classics aisle and took his large cock into her mouth.
He nudges her chin to bring her gaze back to him, even as he grows hot and can feel his cock thickening up faster from her eyes on his body. He wonders at her as she smiles sweetly at him, her loving and adoring ocean eyes observing his own. “I love you, my sweet girl,” he whispers, not wanting to break through this moment between them. Her cheeks flush as she ducks her head, still shy when receiving his verbal love for her despite the years gone by. He brings his hand up from her thigh to brush his fingers against her jaw and under her chin, raising her eyes back to his, smiling gently at her.
“I love you, Bell,” she hums, bringing him closer for a soft press of their lips, “I love you so much, baby.”
Bellamy can’t help but bring her lower lip between his teeth as he brings their hips together once more and rolls his bulge into the hot space between her thighs. Clarke mewls into his mouth as he does it again, rocking into her as he feels himself harden even further just from the pure heat coming from her.
“You make the best sounds, baby,” Bellamy mutters into her mouth, sliding his tongue into her mouth when she gasps. She whines, fisting her hands in his hair. Bellamy presses Clarke down into the pillow beneath her as he kisses her deeply. She wiggles against him and brings an arm underneath her to unfasten her bra. Bellamy gazes down at her as he feels her drag the fabric between both of their chests, revealing her pearly breasts and pink nipples. He thumbs at one nipple as he suddenly dives towards her chest, his largemouth enveloping her nipple.
“God, I love your tits baby,” he pants into her breast as he drags his teeth across the silky skin, “I love your body.” He takes hold of her nipple between his teeth as his fingers pinch the other. Clare mewls at his words and pants at the fire coursing within her. He removes his mouth to quickly suck a deep love bite into the top of her breast, so she can feel it tomorrow at work, before pressing a kiss into it and licking her at her nipple. His tongue curls expertly around it, flicking it left and right before bringing it fully into his mouth again to suckle at it making Clarke’s clit throb. She’s drenching her thong as he continues to play with her breasts, every brush and bite causing her to gush from her pussy.
“Bell, baby-please baby,” she pants, trying to rub her thighs together despite him being firmly pressed between them, “I need more baby, please give me more.” Clarke tries to tighten her legs around him, but Bellamy only hums and gives her one last suck of her nipple before placing a hot open-mouthed kiss on her sternum. She moans softly as he kisses her lower and lower on her toned stomach, tracing his tongue against the light stretch marks that rest there. She used to hate seeing them on her body, hated Bellamy seeing them but Bellamy soon made her realize it was just more of her to love. So, he makes sure to always give them love when he passes by; kisses, licks, bites, a nuzzle or a trace of his finger. He wants her to know he loves her, for all that she is, including her changing body, which only excites him. He had to try not to show her how excited he would get when he saw them. How they made him flicker with heat. How it made him so hard, without her even touching or looking at him. It gets intense when they’re making out or fucking because as soon as he sees them on her tummy, he goes crazy. Makes him think about the future. Makes him think about her having more, on her thighs, on her breasts, on her tummy as they stretch. As they get bigger. Makes him think about Clarke with aching breasts and a baby in her belly. Makes him think about putting a baby into her belly. God, it shouldn’t get Bellamy so hot, but it does. He feels like a neanderthal, but he can’t help it. It makes him go full caveman seeing her stretchmarks. He bites them, licks them and sucks on them until Clarke can’t stop wiggling beneath his hands that pin her hips to the sides.
“Okay baby,” he huffs a laugh, “I’m going to take care of you, don’t worry baby.” He bites at the curve of her stomach, nuzzles his nose into before grazing his fingers up and along her thighs.
Clarke is going to go crazy. Like really crazy. She can’t believe she was mad at him for not being here to warm her up. Because now, she’s on fire. She’s just an inferno who’s ready to explode, if he doesn’t put his dick inside of her – now!
“Baby, please! I want you inside me,” she moans, peering down at his dark hair between her legs. He peers up at her as he rests his face against her pubic bone, dancing his fingers along her hips and over and under her underwear. Before she can scream at him, or whack him, he hooks a finger into both sides of her thong and pulls the soaked article away from her body. Bellamy groans at the sight of her, dripping everywhere, “God baby, you’re so wet.”
Clarke pants and stares at him, “You make me so wet.” She grabs at his hair to bring him up to her face as he bends over her body and she crunches up to kiss him hotly. “You always make me so wet, baby,” she gulps as he bites back into the kiss, the pair having to separate more often to breathe but coming back together just as quick. Clarke sucks his bottom lip into her mouth as he groans and grasps her face in his hand. He gives her one more kiss, which turns into two then three more, before Bellamy pulls away steeling himself and moves down her body.
Clarke raises herself on her elbows as she gazes down at him. The swollenness of his lips, the shine of his wet mouth and the redness of his tongue as he finally licks her. Clarke chokes on the gasp that leaves her mouth as Bellamy drags his tongue from her opening back to her engorged clit. He sucks it into his mouth, flicking at her clit with his tongue. Clarke mewls at the sight of Bellamy’s mouth surrounding her pussy, before she drops back to the mattress. Bellamy’s eyes are on hers, the moment she opens her own once more. His dark gaze watching as her tits bounce against her with her sudden movement. She doesn’t break eye contact with him. Always the competitive one. But once he dives further down and presses his tongue inside of her while his hand leaves her leg to slide down his front, she can’t help but moan loudly into the once still room and throw her head back into the pillows.
“God, I love your mouth,” she mewls as she grasps his curls and keeps his face against her pussy, as if he was going somewhere else. Bellamy shakes his head against her, getting messy as he slides his hand along his throbbing cock. She pulsates around his tongue as he works her and soon has to pull out to lick around her, licking after the wetness that drips from her, tightening his hand around the base of his cock. He could spend forever down here, he has for hours before (Clarke was so sore, he couldn’t go down on her or grind against her without her whimpering; but that was a great week, filled with blow jobs, Bellamy fucking her glorious tits and Clarke bouncing her ass along his thick cock with Bellamy only able to get her off with fucking her deep and hard and pinching her nipples).
“Baby, please,” Clarke moaned, bringing Bellamy back to where he was only lightly petting at her clit. “Please, fuck me baby,” she whimpered, her eyes glazed over and her mind cloudy with only Bellamy, Bellamy, Bellamy.
He shook his head, gave her one last lick from top to bottom, gave her a little kiss on her clit before rising to his sweet girl. Bellamy plants kisses all over her face, leaving a longer wet kiss on her mouth, her tongue chasing her taste from his mouth. Bellamy groans and grinds his cock against her soaked pussy, making Clarke whimper pitifully. He bites at her lip as he rocks against her a few more times. Clarke pants into his mouth, trailing her hands down his body to grab his firm ass, squeezing his cheeks tightly in her hands. Bellamy makes a choked noise before taking his cock in his hand, rubbing it along Clarke’s wet labia and taps the head of his cock against her clit. Clarke wiggles against him, whining as he chuckles gruffly at her.
“Fuck, you’re so sweet baby,” he mumbles into her mouth as he brings their mouths together, Clarke grabbing him and wrapping her arms tightly around him. He shuffles them closer together, not an inch of space between them. He tears away from Clarke’s swollen mouth, leaving only a breath separating them as they pant into each other. Clarke whimpers, nuzzling against him as he places his throbbing cock to her opening. Clarke and Bellamy gaze at each other for a moment before Bellamy pushes in slightly and Clarke moans loudly, her head dropping back onto the pillows. Bellamy groans at her noises and thrusts hard into her, forcing three inches of his thick cock inside her.
Clarke gives a high-pitch moan, causing Bellamy to hoarsely laugh, his lips brushing over hers lightly. “God, I love your noises, baby,” he moans into her mouth, his tongue catching her whimpers and wails, as he holds himself within her. “Think you can take more of me, baby? You think you’re ready for me?” Bellamy roughly pants between their kisses, “You want this? You want me?”
He pulls out of her quickly, despite her moans of protest, to slap his cock once more against her pussy.
“I want an answer, baby,” Bellamy bites, rubbing the head of his cock, “You want me to fuck you, baby? You want my cock?” Clarke has tears running down her cheeks as she pants heavily. Her arms loosen as she careens back down to the damp mattress. She can’t catch her breath, and Bellamy would be worried if he wasn’t sure she did want him as bad as he wanted her right now. Her arms splayed wide, her chest shines with sweat, a droplet falling from her chin and sliding down between her breasts. Bellamy groans and leans forward to lick after it. He presses kisses as he travels up to her neck, before kissing her quickly on the mouth and wrapping his hand, that was around his cock, around her neck. He doesn’t squeeze or tighten his hold; he just grips her, just to bring her back to him a little bit. Clarke licks her lips dizzily, staring Bellamy dead in the eyes, her once sky-blue eyes reflecting the darkness of the night sky.
“Fuck me baby, please! I want your cock so bad,” Clarke whimpers.
Bellamy hums as his dark eyes flick from her cloudy eyes, to her swollen lips and down to her heaving chests and back up again. Clarke feels the rumble of his deep voice echo and vibrate through her whole body, causing her body to arch from the mattress and her head to fall back with a heavy shaking breath. Bellamy watches the whole thing; his whole world in a state of pure bliss just from his presence, just from him – and he wasn’t even inside her yet.
He shook his head, “I love you so much, baby,” as Bellamy brings his hand around her neck to help lift her to his lips. Clarke dozily feels his hands shake where they hold her, feels his arms tremble. Calm down…they need to calm down…
“Shh,” Clarke whispers as she shakily brings her arms up slowly, stroking his sweat-damp biceps to soothe him. Her small hands gently rub his shoulders, moving in little circles, before trailing her fingers across his collarbone and neck. His curls lay wet, stuck against his caramel skin as Clarke plays dot-to-dot, before twirling her index finger in this dark locks. Bellamy sucks in a large breath, pressing a sweet but quick kiss to her pink pout. Exhaling through his nose, Bellamy thumbs his cockhead before rubbing it once more against her slick lips before pressing in.
They both groan as Bellamy feels Clarke’s walls tightening on his cock as he drives his hips further. Clarke whines prettily before her tiny (but mighty) hands squeeze at his cheeks, only allowing Bellamy a quick moment to catch a breath, before dragging him to her mouth. Bellamy moans into the hot kiss, “Fuck, baby,” before Clarke nods vigorously against his open mouth. Bellamy chuckles as she does, fixing his knees on the mattress before thrusting home.
“FUCK!” Clarke screams, her eyes and mouth opened so wide that Bellamy can’t help but drag his tongue across her top lip. The tickling sensation brings Clarke back to him, as she huffs against his mouth.
“Yes,” she whispers, making Bellamy pull away slightly. He cocks his head to the left a little and ponders at her overwhelmed face as she licks her lips rapidly. “Fuck me…Fuck your baby,” she breathes into him as she rests her lips atop his parted mouth. It takes a second of Clarke distractingly tracing the hot inside of his mouth with her little tongue, that he gains a flicker of a brain cell. He smirks against her delicate pink opening before wrapping his tongue around hers, making her gasp and moan into his mouth as he pulls her closer and grinds his pelvis into hers. The dark curls of his trail roughly tickle her swollen nub, making Clarke jerk against his hold.
His large hands careen up the sides of her body, his rough fingers sending sparks across her skin. He palms her curvaceous ass in his hands, his left hand giving a sharp slap before stroking up her skin to her breast, whilst his right rolled the tissue in his hand before gripping it firmly. As Clarke felt the callouses of his hand brush her nipple, whilst rubbing deliciously against her ass, she quickly wrapped her lean legs around his torso. Bellamy grinned into her mouth, before affixing his grasp behind her neck. Pressing one last peck to her sinful mouth and taking her plump bottom lip between his teeth, he brought his hips back before snapping them forward again.
Bellamy doesn’t waste another moment before doing it again. Clarke gasping at his thick girth spreading her, making her hot with the slight pain of him completely inside of her. He’s building up a brisk rhythm, sweat drips down from his hair onto his chest before Clarke picks it up with her tongue. Bellamy groans as he watches Clarke, her arms shaking under the weight of her fucking Bellamy, paint his chest in damp breaths and wet trails. He may be holding her neck, keeping her from completely falling over and possibly ruining the moment, but that means shit in the wake of Clarke. He huffs a laugh deeply as she flicks her tongue aggressively against his skin, licking at him like a little kitten, as more beads of sweat fall onto his chest.
“You good?” He asks her, grinning at Clarke like the cat that caught the canary. She peeks up at him from her position pressed against his chest, pausing mid-lick. He quietly laughs as she sends a cute smile back at him, before suddenly attaching herself to his nipple.
“Fuck,” he grunts as the pain sends him careening his hips forcefully into hers. She keens before twirling her tongue around his nipple, her apple-cheeks going hollow as she sucks it into her mouth. Bellamy continues to groan and murmur low “fucks” into her hair as she repeatedly nibbles and licks at his nipples. When she brings a hand up to trace a nail over the top of his nipple, he breaks. He growls as he fists his hand in her golden tresses, yanking her head back and making her pant. Her breasts a lovely rosy, pink rise and fall as he continues to thrust his throbbing cock into Clarke, her juices settling around the base of his dick. He wants to lick it. He wants to lick all of her. He looks into her eyes before seeing her sapphire eyes rise from gazing at the wetness creaming around his cock.
He almost chokes on his spit at the pure fire of Clarke, her eyes so dark he’d have never known they were blue. It only takes a breath before Clarke is surging upwards, her leg wrapped around his hip helping her, to flip them both over. Bellamy groaning as Clarke rises herself slightly off his cock to get her knees under her, framing Bellamy’s narrow hips. Bellamy jolts up, his hands desperately running across her skin as he keeps her close.
“God, your skin is like a pearl,” he mutters into her mouth, Clarke huffing at him. “Cheesy,” she laughs quietly as she rains kisses across his lips. He chuckles lowly, as his hands grasp her hips, rolling them both against one another. Clarke moans softly into his panting mouth, the pair not really kissing but not bearing to move away. “Just honest, baby,” Bellamy’s fingers bite into her skin as she rises and falls softly, “besides…I thought you liked my cheesiness?” he gruffly remarks, his deep voice sending shivers across her damp skin.
Clarke giggles, bringing his torso closer to hers and resting her face against the side of his head, her fingers running through his messed-up curls. His lips trail across her breasts, gently pressing kisses into them as he rocks his hips a bit harder. Clarke gasps before dropping herself harder onto his hard cock. Bellamy groans into her mounds before dragging a pink nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and making Clark squeeze tighter and tighter around him with every suckle.
“Baby…” she trails off on a breath. Bellamy can feel her pulsing around him as she tremblingly lifts and harshly drops down, digging her pelvis into pubic bone. Saying goodbye with one more bite, Bellamy begrudgingly rips himself away and wraps a strong arm around Clarke’s jolting hips as he continues to thrust up into her. She whines at the desperate need clawing inside of her, “B-Bell, ba-baby…please,” Clarke sobs, her darkened eyes filling with tears with the overbearing want for a climax, but not being able to send herself over the edge.
Bellamy strains upward to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to her trembling lips before resting his left arm behind himself. Bellamy’s brown eyes send fire coursing through her as they trace every inch of her before resting at her opening, at them writhing together. Bellamy shakingly draws a breath and after he watches Clarke’s hips fall once more, does his hand clutch her hip as he thrusts powerfully upwards.
Clarke’s eyes bore into his as she’s slammed upwards, letting Bellamy railroad her. Her tits slap against her skin, Bellamy drawing blood with how hard he’s gnawing his lip watching as they bounce uncontrollably, Clarke keens with every thrust, every throb of him inside of her before all Bellamy can understand is a high-pitch wail coming from her beautiful lips.
“Bell-Bellamy!” she squeals as she feels the pressure finally send her careening into her climax. As she moans and whimpers, she can faintly feel a sudden gush between her thighs. Bellamy chokes on a breath before pressing his face up against her chest as he chases his orgasm. His thighs burn and his shoulders tense, but he refuses to stop pounding into Clarke. The essence of Clarke surrounding him, her breasts pressed into his face, her sweat on his tongue…her juices dripping between them, trickling down his heaving balls.
He grunts as she suddenly tightens around him, a smaller amount of cum surging from her pussy before he jolts up inside of her, his cum rapidly lining her walls. Clarke bites her lip as she feels him paint her insides, making her feel full, as she hugs his head to her. She nuzzles her face into the hair stuck to the side of his head as he pants brokenly against her wet breasts.
“You-you squirted, baby,” he gulps, trying to fill his lungs with a desperate breath. She nods lazily, her lips tickling kisses onto the curve of his ear. She mumbles into him as she slowly slumps down into him, Bellamy allowing them to gently lower back onto the bed. His hand cups her head, bringing her face up to see his. Her pink cheeks glow as her eyes try to focus on him, Bellamy’s cock valiantly twitches in response to her fucked-out expression.
He thumbs her lip, “You squirted,” his breath catching as her red tongue peeps out to kitten-lick his thumb, “twice. You squirted twice, baby.” He trails off in wonderment, gazing at the creature in his arms who is sucking gently on his thumb. She doesn’t even register Bellamy said a word, until he presses his thumb down onto the base of her tongue. Her eyes suddenly jolting up to meet his deep brown ones. Her lips curve up into a gentle smile as she rises, whimpering at the loss of him when he helps her remove him from being nestled inside her. She scoots softly on her knees as she shuffles up his torso, her breath catching when his curls on his stomach graze her sensitive clit. He groans at that, his hands coming up to clutch at her ass as she finally settles against him. She’s so light, if it wasn’t for the throbbing of her heart nearly bursting out of her chest, Bellamy would’ve thought she was a figure of his imagination, about to float away. He tightens his grasp on her cheeks, which only causes his little love to smile sweetly and nuzzle her warm face into his neck.
“I love you,” she breathes as she presses a soft kiss to his jugular. Bellamy closes his eyes, soaking in the love pouring from his heart that laid on top of him and the one still beating in his chest. He takes a deep breath, before bringing one of his palms up to tilt her towards him.
“I more than love you, my sweet girl,” he murmurs softly as he nudges his nose into her cheek, making her lips curl up just how he wanted. Her dark blues gazing kindly into his muddy ones, the utter devotion and adoration shining so brightly that even if he were blind, he would still feel it. “I love you,” he presses a kiss to her swollen, bitten lips, “I love you so much, baby.”
He drags his nose against hers before pressing a kiss into her forehead, bringing her into his chest. Clarke settles against him, lays her cheek against his collarbone, and nuzzles into his throat. Bellamy lets out a deep exhale before letting his muscles finally rest, sinking into the mattress below them. His eyes close and he lets the waves of sleep take him, knowing Clarke will anchor him. His muscles tighten around her, making Clarke feel small and adored as she smiles into his skin. Her body wiggling against his to fully settle herself into the mould carved out for her. She wonders how she’ll tell him tomorrow, how she’ll reveal the news she found out this morning. She grins as she bites back her excitement, knowing he’ll feel her get worked up again. Clarke exhales against her love, knowing without a doubt how delighted he’ll be when they wake.
Clarke drifts off, dreaming of her love, her best friend, her man, her Bellamy, and the soft, gurgling, sweet smelling bundle wrapped in his arms.
“I love you” is the last sweet thing she hears before she welcomes sleep. Their breaths synchronizing before Bellamy takes one final breath, falling into such sweet dreams and not knowing the happiness he would wake to, come the rising heat of sunshine.
The coldest night in over a hundred years.
