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"Worried daddy in room 5A."
Clarke grabs the clipboard and makes sure to grab some lollipops shoving them into her pocket.
If she hadn't been so tired maybe she would have noticed the suggestive tone in the nurse's voice, maybe she would have registered the emphasis on Daddy.
But she's tired, exhausted, her bed is only half an hour away.
She glances at the clipboard, Jasper- possible concussion, sledding accident.
This should be easy.
She knocks on the door before she enters scanning the clipboard to make see if he's allergic to anything- peppermint and a mild peanut butter allergy.
"Hi sweetheart! Nurse Bree was telling me you hit your head and that your Daddy is very worried !"
There was a snorting sound, a strangled choking sound, and a loud thump.
She probably should have had some coffee earlier on her break, she probably should have checked the clipboard for his age, she probably should have looked up to take in the room in front of her.
There were a lot of things that she should have done but didn't which was resulted in her crashing into a wall of firm muscle. Two hands grip her waist and she looks up to see a man a few inches taller than her, broad shoulders, a smattering of freckles on his cheeks and soft brown eyes looking down at her.
He's cute, cute in a really hot was and Clarke's aware of his grip of her hips.
How long has it been since she got laid?
"Hi Daddy!"
Oh god oh no, she wants to die. Why did she just say that? Is she really that sleep deprived?
The man's ear turn red and he steps away from her and Clarke misses the heat from his hands.
"Don't worry, I'm going to take a look over your son. It's going to be okay."
She turns towards the bed, cheeks pinks and her eyes widen as she realizes that the boy on the bed, it's not a six year old with a missing tooth- but a man.
He look like he's nineteen, young with bright eyes and a bloody, swollen lip. His hair is a mess and in he's wearing a snow suit.
"You're not six."
She flips through her clipboard, eyes landing on his birthday.
Fuck.
She's going to kill Bree.
When she said Daddy she didn’t mean father of a child, she meant Daddy- hot older attractive man.
She turns to look at the other man, face burning, hands clutching the clipboard.
"And your not his daddy."
The dark curly haired man shook his head and Clarke’ can feel her cheeks turn bright red.
"But he would love to be yours."
All eyes swivel towards the smirking man sprawled out on the chair.
The curly haired man growls, 'Murphy."
Murphy puts his hands up and th curly haired man runs a hand through his dark curls.
"Sorry about him. He's an asshole."
"I'm Bellamy and Jasper's on the bed. We went out for some drinks and Jasper decided that going sledding without a sled was a good idea.He hit his head and I just want to make sure he’s okay."
Clarke stiffles a laughter.
"Well then Jasper, I'm Clarke Griffin, I'm your doctor, let's get you checked out."
She shines a light in his eyes, tracking his eye movement. She examines his head looking for a bump and cleans up the little blood explaining that head wounds tend to bleed a lot but that Jasper was okay.
His alcohol level is high but considering he was drinking, not surprising.
Jasper's talkative, talking about how they went out to celebrate Bellamy's birthday.
She's not sure how he did but she told her that Bellamy was twenty seven, a Sagittarius, was good with kids and enjoyed cooking and Murphy would then jump in with a few remarks about Bellamy liking long walks on the beach and how he's good at managing stress and taking care of each others, smirking as Bellamy tried to change the conversation.
She stitches Jasper's wound up and turning to Bellamy gives him a few instructions on how to take care of Jasper when Murphy decides to open their mouth, "Hey doc, you should give him your number, in case he has any questions."
"Murphy!"
"Ohhh Daddy is mad."
He grabs Jasper, the two of them laughing and stumbling out of the room leaving behind a blushing doctor and a flushed and nervous Bellamy.
"So your friends call you Daddy?"
"No, actually you started that Princess."
"Princess?"
She liked the way he says it... she really needs to get laid.
Maybe a couple of orgasms when she gets home will help.
Although that idea now brings the image of Bellamy mumbling "Princess" in her ear as he finger fucks her.
Bellamy reaches over to tug on her blonde ponytail gently and Clarke lets out a soft shaky gasp that has them both freezing.
He steps closer to her and Clarke tilts her chin up to look at him.
The sound of her pager ringing has them stumbling away from each other and Clarke swallows.
"Nice to meet you. I have to go home, it's been a very long two days."
She's out there before Bellamy can ask for her number or on a date.
He shakes his head, sighing as he runs a hand through his hair before stepping out to find Jasper and Murphy by the vending machines.
"Let's get you home, before either one of you ends up in one of these beds again."
"Did you get her number?"
Bellamy says nothing as he steers them towards the door.
"Well did you?"
"Oh come on dude, I gave you the perfect opening."
Bellamy punches Murphy's arm "That reminds me what the hell was that."
Murphy rubs his arm scrowling, "That was me hitting on her for you."
"By making a daddy kink joke?"
"It was funny, she laughed. Plus she started it, she called you Daddy first."
Bellamy groans, thinking of the way she had said the words to him, her soft curvy body under his hands, blue eyes locked onto his, as her pink lips parted to call him Daddy.
Sure it was pure accident and it was because she thought he was Jasper's dad and he really shouldn't be thinking about the cute blonde bombshell of a nurse calling him Daddy while he teased her.
She would look beautiful, falling apart- all fucked out, a shaking quivering mess.
"It was an accident. Leave it alone Murphy."
"Still say you should have gotten her number? What happened to the man who had threesomes in college every weekend."
"I somehow ended up as the father to a bunch of no-good, troublesome, medding, delinquents."
Jasper and Murphy snicker as Bellamy herds them towards the door.
It takes longer than you expect- Murphy needs to stop another vending machine and Jasper needs to pee and then Murphy tries to hit on the nurse and Bellamy had to apoligize to the nurse and he was tempted to grab them both by the collar and carry them out like disobident kittens.
And of course who should be walking towards the exit but a cute blonde doctor.
"Your carriage arriving soon, Princess"
She pulls out her phone and frowns. "My bus comes in fifteen minutes."
Bellamy frowns, "The bus at this hour? That's not safe. I know we just met but can I give you a ride?"
"No, it's not an issue. Please don't worry about me."
Clarke's not going to lie but it's sweet that he's this worried.
She can't remember the last time someone took care of her.
Bellamy's forehead is creased with worry and she has to stop herself from reaching over and smoothing them out.
"It's the least I can do after everything."
"It's my job to take care of people."
"I meant Murphy's...Daddy joke."
He's not sure but he's pretty sure her cheeks turned pink under the dim lights but then she's smirking and his stomach flutters.
"You really are the daddy of the group aren't you?"
Bellamy's mouth goes try at the way she says daddy and he nods.
"Well then, take me home Daddy?"
She bats her eyes lashes and his cock twitches with interest.
Fuck.
He drops Jasper at Murphy's- he trusts Emori not to let him die and sets off at making sure that the blonde gets home safe.
When he gets back to the car, she's shrugged off her coat and is pulling his sweatshirt over her head and fuck she looks good in it.
"Sorry, my coat was too heavy but it's cold."
"Looks good on you."
Her cheeks flush and she bites her lip, "Thanks Daddy."
She laughs but it dies- the word on her lips different now that it's just them.
The air between them is charged and Bellamy is tempted to park the car and haul her cute ass onto his lap and make his mouth aquianted with the soft skin on her neck.
"Any big plans?"
Clarke yawns, "Plans to be in bed- movies, books, a few orgasms...
Clarke wants to sink into the floor but another part of her wants to invite him up, orgasms are more fun when someone else is involved.
"Do you have any plans?"
"Same as you- a few books... some orgasms."
Bellamy's not used to dancing around, he was the king of threesomes but something about Clarke was different.
"So the Daddy thing... that a dealbreaker for you?"
Bellamy nearly runs the red light.
Did she just?
Well that answers his question if she was interested or not.
Clarke laughs but her laughter dies as Bellamy's hand comes to rest on her thigh, squeezing it, nudging her legs apart.
He gives hers a few minutes to push him away, to jump out of the car.
Two red lights later, he's got his hands under her sweatpants, his hand cupping her and Clarke's staring out the windor trying to hold in a whine and the need to squirm and thrust her hips into his hands.
Bellamy's got plans- plans to have Clarke a trembly mess by the end of the weekend.
She's a hard worker and he's going to treat her right, and this teasing her with his hand pressed against her warm heat, is step one.
She's going to come the second they get through her door.
Clarke's relieved when they pull up to her apartment, her panties are soaked and Bellamy's hand has to be just as wet, his large palm pressed against her cunt, fingers shifting that has her gasping and Bellamy laughing softly.
The door barely closes behind them before Bellamy's got Clarke pressed against the door, his hands tugging her sweatpants down her shapely ass and toned legs, he doesn't even bother taking them off all the way, too busy and too focued on getting his mouth on her cunt.
Clarke's hands scammble for something to grab onto as his tongue dives into her folds, his tongue lapping at her cunt.
Her hands settle in his hair, tugging on his dark curls, as he drives her to her peak, whines spilling from her throat.
She comes with his name spilling from her lips, her knuckles white as his tongue slows down, coaxing her through the last part of her orgasm.
He looks up at her and Clarke gasps at how he looks on his knees in front of her, eyes so dark.
His hands stroke her legs, thumbs pressed to the back of her knees and Clarke's pretty sure that he's the only thing keeping her up.
He places one quick kiss to her clit before helping her step out of her sweatpants and then he's , kissing her, swiping his tongue on her bottom lip, his hands on her ass, pressing her closer to him, fondling her cheeks.
His fingers dig into her ass, and he gasps into her mouth as her cold finger fumble with his jacket zipper, pushing it off his shoulders before slipping her hands under his shirt, nails scraping against his skin.
He pulls away from her lips to kiss his way down her jaw.
He wants to fuck her, needs to fuck his, his cock needs to burried in her heat, he needs her more than he has ever needed anything in his life.
Clarke tugs his shirt over his head and he pulls away and takes her in- blue eyes dark with desire, swollen pink lips, blodne hair a mess, his name stretched across her chest, his dark blue hoodie grazing the top of her ass.
There's something alluring about the idea of fucking her while he's in his hoodie, his name on her chest- it makes his inner caveman roar, his possessive streak working overtime.
Something in his eyes must tell Clarke that it's time to go to her room because she pushes away from the door and her hands reach to tug off the hoodie but Bellamy growls.
"Leave it on."
It takes her a few seconds but she understands as his eyes flicker to his name and she smiled.
She leads him, hips swaying, flashing him peaks of her gorgeous ass as she walks.
As soon as they cross the threshold into her room, he's bending her over the bed, grinding against her ass, Clarke moaning as the rough materials of his jeans hits the sensitive skin of her naked ass.
His hands wander up and under his hoodie and he unclips her bra, letting Clarke slip it off her body before his hands cup her tits, her large tits practically spilling out of his hands.
He makes a note to fuck her like this but not right now.
Right now he wants to be burried in between her legs.
He pulls away to kicks off his jeans and Clarke crawls onto the bed, shooting him a wicked smile, ass shaking teasingly.
"Brat."
She laughs, "You like it.... Daddy."
Fuck, Bellamy's past girlfriends has never been into that sort of thing but he might be into it, or he just might be very into Clarke.
As he watches Clarke lay down on the bed, his hoodie still covering her body, a soft smile on her face, his heart jumps a little.
Yeah definately into her.
He crawls on top of her, bracing himself over her as he kisses her. He nudges her knees apart and pulls away to admire her under him.
A quick swipe of his fingers tells him how wet she is.
"You ready for my cock baby?"
"Fuck me Daddy."
Bellamy's cock throbs and he strokes himself before sliding the condom on, Clarke's eyes watching him, her body trembling in anticipation, goosebumps all over her skin.
He slides into her slowly, taking him time easing into her cunt, Clarke's mouth falling open as he pushes himself in. He presses a gentle kiss to her forehead as his hips meets hers, both of them gasping.
She feels like heaven.
No man, no woman, no one he will fuck after tis will ever be able to top this, top Clarke.
"Bellamy, please."
Bellamy starts to move his hips and Clarke's nails dig into his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to go faster.
Her soft cries and moans spurring him on, driving him half mad with lust and the urge to do somthing dumb like confess his love to her.
Clarke uses her heels to brace herself, meeting his thrusts and Bellamy swears he sees stars as how good she feels around him.
He lifts her leg up, hooking it around his waist watching the way her tits bounce even under his hoodie.
He nuzzles at a spot near her ear, leaning in to mutter something for her ears only that has Clarke gasping as his thumb finds her clit.
Clarke feels like she should be embrassed by how fast Bellamy is able to make her come, pushing her to levels she didn't know she could ever each but she could care less. She feels so good and she moans as he slumsp on top of her, spilling into his comdom as he comes.
Clarke's tired but she wants one more orgasm before going to bed.
So when Bellamy rolls off her and onto his back, she's quick to straddle him and judging by the way his eyes widen, hands ghoting down her back to her ass, he's not going to complain about the shift.
She sinks down onto his cock, her mouth droppign slight as she shifts to accodomate him and Bellamy groans as his cunt twitches around his cunt.
But after all the teasing, she's going some teasing of her own.
She cups her breast under his hoodie, titling her head back, letting him see how much she enjoys it.
Bellamy seems to be enjoying the show if the way hhis eyes are a pool of blacnness.
but she's testing his impatience so he trusts up and Clarke gasps her hands falling to his chest to steady herself and he laughs.
Bellamy rasies his head to kiss her, coaxing Clarke to part her lips and relax under his touch.
She then starts to move her hips, tying to find the right rymthm - rocking her hips, swiveling them.
Bellamy takes the time to admire his name acorss her chest becasue my god it's the sexiest sight he has ever seen.
His girl, his name.
He slips his hands under his hoodie and is met with bare skin and his hands run up to palm her breats as she rides him, his fingers twisting and plucking until her nipples are hard little pebbles.
He slowly starts to push the sweather up to get a better look and groans at the sight of them bouncing as she rides him.
Clarke takes this as a sign to remove the hoodie and it lands in a crumpled heap on the floor and Bellamy's mouth goes dry.
She's a goddess, a mouth watering, magestic goddess.
He runs his hands up and down her sides, fingers tracing the scar on her side and up to her tits, and back down to her hips, to her ass.
He can't stop touching her, wants to be able to touch all of her.
He squeezes her hips, urging her to fuck him harder and faster and Clarke rises to the challenger, bracing herself on her arm, her tits in his face and he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking and lapping at her tit with his mouth, switching to the other as he feels Clarke moan in approval.
He could die happy, face burried in between her tits.
What a way to go.
It's a lot for Clarke- Bellamy under her, staring at her with fuck me eyes, his hands on her skin, his mouth on her tits, the way his cock filled her up.
She was one happy women.
She moans into his hair as one of his hands reached between them to rub her clit and it doesn't take long for her to fall apart.
Bellamy pushes Clarke's hair out of her face as she collaspes onto his chest.
"You good?"
Clarke nuzzles his neck, "Think I'm worn out."
"You work hard."
Bellamy shifts to her side and sits up to discard his condom and paddles back to bed where Clarke looks at him, a cute little sleepy smile on her face. She tugs his arms around her, pillowing her head on his other arm and yeah he's fucked.
He could never pass on a good cuddle especially after sex.
Clarke yawns, wiggling her ass against his dick and fuck, he moves his hips, his cock pressing into her ass and Clarke presses a kiss to his hand.
"I'm expecting more orgasms tomorrow.
"Should I wake up you up with breakfast or with sex?"
Clarke's quiet and Bellamy wonders if he fucked up and then she shifts and his cock is suddenly in her cunt and she sighs.
"I always wanted to be woken up by someone fucking me."
Bellamy groans into her hair, "I'm going to marry you Clarke Griffin."
"I'll take at least 100 more orgasms in place of a ring."
A few months later, she's got a ring and a baby on the way.
And Bree- she gets a nice fruit basket and a certificate for a spa day- she's the one who started this after all.
And Bellamy, well he's happy enough not to punch Murphy as he tells everyone about how he got Daddy and Mom together.
"So it then I hit on her for him, because well Mr. Threesome was knocked off his ass by the blonde doctor calling him Daddy and someone needed to get the ball rolling."