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Agreeing to live with Bellamy was not, objectively, one of Clarke’s better ideas. Crushing on her college roommate’s older brother turned best friend? An even worse idea. They had been best friends for years now and the pining was getting a bit ridiculous.
Clarke was very aware that she could just tell him how she felt, see if he felt the same way and go from there, but every time Clarke tried, she chickened out. Even the thought of it sometimes was enough to scare her off. Bellamy was one of the most important people— if not the most important person— in her life. Losing him was not an option so she kept her feelings bottled tight.
The problem? Everything Bellamy did made her horny. She needed to find a way to get a release or one of these days she was going to let slip her crush. She had tried masturbating but every time she did she couldn’t seem to get off. It always ended in frustration and tears. She had never had a problem touching herself before moving in with Bellamy, so what was the problem now? She just couldn’t seem to fall over the edge, even if she pretended that it was him touching her instead of her own fingers.
And now, now Bellamy was going on a date. A date with someone else. Someone who was decidedly not Clarke. She hated it, hated every thing about it. She could easily admit to herself that she was feeling possessive and jealous and unfortunately that had led to her lashing out. Before Bellamy had left for his stupid date they had gotten into an argument. Clarke had been a brat, she understood that. She shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of the fact that Bellamy had asked her if they could reschedule their plans so he could go on his date tonight. She didn’t own him, didn’t own his time, he was free to make the choice to spend time with someone else who wasn’t her. Ugh.
Clarke flopped down on her bed with a frustrated sigh. She knew she was overreacting— after all, Bellamy had been very apologetic and had promised to make it up to her— but she couldn’t help it because underneath the jealousy, the possessiveness, was hurt. She was hurt that he would cancel their plans so he could go out with another woman.
She decided that she needed to get her mind off it. There was nothing she could do to change it now, Bellamy had made his choice and since she was too chicken shit to confess her feelings, she couldn’t go around getting upset when he dated other people.
Deciding on a hot shower, Clarke snagged her bathrobe and a towel, and then padded her way to their shared bathroom. She gathered her hair up in a high bun as she didn’t feel like washing it right now, and then turned on the shower. While she waited for it to heat up, Clarke shucked off her clothes, gathering them into a messy pile on the counter.
She took a leisurely shower, letting the hot water relax her muscles and wash away the tension that had gathered in her body since Bellamy had knocked on her door and said the words, “Hey, so, do you think we could reschedule our plans? I have a date tonight and she doesn’t have a flexible schedule. I’ll make it up to you, I promise, princess.”
Clarke had been taken off guard, unprepared for both Bellamy going on a date and for the sudden change in plans, so she had been a little too raw when she’d said, “Oh. Yeah, whatever. Have fun.” and then shut the door in his face when he had tried to say something else.
Clarke groaned as she ran over the events in her mind. God, she’d been so rude. She wished she could take it back but she couldn’t and now he was going to come home— if he even came home tonight, which was something that made her stomach hurt to think about— and they would have to talk. She’d have to explain herself and the thought of doing so filled her with dread.
Clarke shut off the shower with a huff, stepping out and wrapping a towel around herself. The shower hadn’t calmed her down like she had hoped. She was filled with restless energy as she did her skincare routine and brushed out her hair before tying it up again in a bun.
She hung up her towel and wrapped her bathrobe tightly around herself before going back to her room. After shutting the door, Clarke realized that she had the whole apartment to herself. Maybe without the worry that Bellamy would hear her, she would finally be able to get off. She hadn’t been able to come in all of the months they had been living together— and maybe that’s why she had overreacted tonight. She was so tightly wound that things felt like more than they were.
Flopping back down on the bed, Clarke wriggled against her pillows trying to get comfortable. Finally, with a huff, she was in as good of a position as it was going to get. She was glad that she had turned off the overhead light and just had the bedside lamp on, it gave the room a warm, sensual glow.
Clarke let out a shuddering breath and undid the knot of her bathrobe, letting it fall open. She ran a hand slowly down her stomach, using one hand to cup her breast, thumbing the nipple, while her other hand dipped down to her slit, teasing herself open.
While she touched herself, she imagined it was Bellamy. Imagined it was Bellamy rubbing circles on her clit, dipping a finger down and slipping it inside her. She loved his hands, they were so big and strong, and she wanted them inside her. She wanted them to grip her tight and never let go.
Clarke felt herself get wet as she settled into one of her favourite fantasies.
In her fantasy, Bellamy would barge into her room, catch her naked and spread her open so he could just take. He’d bury his face in her cunt, lick her until she cried and then when she nudged him away from oversensitivity, he would shove his cock in her and fuck her until she came again. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and beg him to come inside her.
Clarke let out a cry as the tension climbed higher and higher, her stomach clenching with the need to come…and yet, no matter how much she rubbed at her clit, she couldn’t come. Again. With a scream of frustration, Clarke pulled one of the pillows from behind her head and threw it.
A soft “Clarke?” and a light knock at her door was the only warning Clarke got before Bellamy was coming into her room. She had just enough time to wrap her bathrobe around her again before Bellamy could see her. He took in her flushed cheeks and the frustrated tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong? I heard you yell.”
Clarke scrambled to sit up. “N-nothing’s wrong. I didn’t hear you come home. How was the date?”
“I just got back,” Bellamy said, staring at her with an unreadable look in his eyes. “The date was…fine, I guess. I couldn’t really focus, to be honest. I don’t like how we left things.”
“I’m sorry,” Clarke whispered, looking down at her hands. “I was being stupid and overreacted.”
“No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have cancelled on you. That’s not what friends do,” Bellamy replied, looking guilty.
Clarke’s stomach clenched at his use of ‘friends’ but she tried to smile. “Agree that we both were in the wrong and forgive each other?”
“Always,” Bellamy smiled at her and Clarke felt her heart skip a beat. She really loved his smile. “I’ll let you, uh, get back to whatever it is you were doing.”
Clarke felt like her face was on fire but from Bellamy’s body language it didn’t look like he actually knew what she had been doing. She was so glad that he was oblivious sometimes.
Bellamy turned to leave but stopped when he noticed the pillow on the floor. “Did you— did you throw your pillow?”
“Uh, maybe.”
Bellamy waited but when Clarke didn’t elaborate he said, “Why?”
“No reason,” Clarke blushed. “Please, just drop it, Bell.”
“Princess, if something is wrong, I want to know.”
“Drop it, Bellamy.”
“Clarke—” Bellamy started, frustration mounting in his voice.
“Fine! I was trying to masturbate, okay?!” Clarke finally yelled, throwing her hands up in a huff.
“Oh,” Bellamy’s cheeks darkened as he blushed. “Wait, what do you mean trying?”
Clarke sat up, getting off the bed and fiddling with the belt of her bathrobe. “Please, let’s just drop it. This is so embarrassing, oh my god.”
Bellamy looked at her for a moment, considering. Clarke could tell that he was debating whether or not to push it. She figured that he would drop it, at least eventually. Bellamy wasn’t one to invade other people’s privacy, so she was confident he was about to say something along the lines of okay, I’ll drop it.
Immediately he proved her wrong though, stepping closer and saying, “No. I don’t think I will. Drop it, that is. Tell me what you meant, princess.”
Clarke gulped. She had never seen the look that he was giving her before. His eyes were dark with what looked like want. God, she hoped it was want. She was pretty sure she wasn’t imagining it— if she was reading the situation wrong then it was all Bellamy’s fault because what the fuck.
“I…couldn’t, y’know, get there,” Clarke whispered, looking down at her hands again. “For a while, I haven’t been able to— you know what, nevermind. You don’t want to know.”
“Baby, I guarantee you, I want to know,” Bellamy whispered, stepping even closer. Now there was barely any room between them and Clarke felt like she couldn’t breathe. “Tell me exactly what you meant, princess.”
“I—” Clarke let out a harsh breath, completely entranced by Bellamy’s commanding presence. She had never seen him like this and she loved it. She couldn’t help the way her pussy clenched around nothing at him telling her what to do. In all of her fantasies he was like this— dominant and it made arousal curl in her belly to know that she was right, that that’s what he was like in the bedroom. At least, she hoped it extended to the bedroom, not just at getting her to tell him what he wanted to know. “I haven’t been able to come lately. It’s been a long time. But every time I try I just can’t get there and it’s so frustrating—” Clarke cut herself off with a huff. Her face was on fire and her pussy soaked, her heart beating fiercely in her chest.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Bellamy said softly, with something akin to pity in his eyes. “Why can’t you come?”
“I don’t know!” Clarke whined miserably, frustrated tears filling her eyes yet again. “I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong. I never had a problem before—” She clammed up before she could finish her sentence.
“Before what?” Bellamy challenged, his eyes searching hers. “Before what, princess?”
“Before I moved in with you!”
Bellamy looked taken aback, clearly that had not been what he was expecting to hear. “Before you moved in with me? We’ve been living together for months.”
Clarke nodded, looking miserable.
Bellamy hesitated for a minute before saying, “Do you… do you want help?”
“Help?”
“Yeah,” Bellamy rubbed the back of his neck with his hand sheepishly. “You said you can’t come when you…touch yourself. Maybe I can help.”
If Clarke wasn’t so off kilter from the day— from her argument with Bellamy to him walking in on her trying to masturbate— maybe her answer would have been different. As it was she found herself answering with a breathy, “Okay.”
“I’ll be right back,” Bellamy said, holding up a finger. “One minute.”
Clarke had no idea what to do, how to act, so she just stood there, frozen and waited for him to come back.
A minute later Bellamy ducked back into her room, his shoes and jacket gone and a nervous look in his eyes. He hid it pretty well, the only reason Clarke could tell he was nervous was because she knew her best friend.
Bellamy made his way to her bed and sat down, settling against the pillows and opening his legs, making a space for her to sit. He patted the space and Clarke felt herself pulled towards him, sitting in the space between his legs and letting out an oof when he pulled her backwards so she was flush against him.
Clarke wondered if Bellamy could feel the thud of her heart against his chest, it felt like it was going to break free of her chest it was beating so hard. What were they doing, exactly? Was Bellamy really about to help her masturbate? How on earth they had gotten here she would never know. But as she felt the steady, if not a little fast, beat of Bellamy’s heart against her back, she couldn’t find it in herself to regret what was happening. It felt good to finally be close to him.
“Show me,” Bellamy rumbled in her ear, making her fight a shiver. “Show me how you were touching yourself when I came home.”
“I-I don’t know what we’re doing here, Bell,” Clarke whispered, her hands clenching by her sides. She felt desperate, all she wanted was to touch herself— or better yet, have him touch her— but she didn’t want to keep going until she knew what exactly was happening between them. “Do you even like me? You literally just went on a date with another woman.”
Bellamy scoffed. “Do I even like you? Princess, I’ve been ass over heels for you from the minute we met. I went out on a date tonight to try and get myself over you but I came home early because the only person I could think about while sitting with that other woman was you. Especially since you weren’t happy with me when I left. I was coming home to make it up to you,” Bellamy admitted, his voice like gravel in her ear.
Clarke whined, trying to twist in his arms so she could see him. But Bellamy stopped her movements and grabbed her thighs, pulling each leg over one of his so she was spread open, her skimpy bathrobe falling apart and leaving her exposed. “Not yet, baby. First you have to show me what you were doing when I got here.”
Clarke moaned, her skin buzzing as she envisioned the picture they must make— him fully clothed with her splayed out against him, naked. She tried to clear her mind enough to follow his instructions but she couldn’t get her body to cooperate. “I need— help me,” She begged.
Bellamy grasped her left hand in his and brought it to her breast, just like she had done when she was by herself. He guided her right hand down to her pussy and her fingers instinctively found her clit. Her breathing was heavy as arousal coiled in her stomach— she couldn’t believe that this was really happening. Bellamy was actually sitting behind her, helping her touch herself because she couldn’t seem to come anymore. She couldn’t believe this was her life. Feeling desperate, as soon as her fingers connected with her clit she started rubbing furious circles with no finesse, her cunt clenching around nothing.
“No, no, slow down, baby,” Bellamy crooned, stilling her hand. “We have all the time in the world, so slow down. Make it good for yourself.”
Clarke whimpered but followed instructions and slowed down, rubbing slow circles against her clit with two fingers.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Bellamy encouraged, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. He smiled against her skin when he felt her shudder.
“It’s not enough, Bell,” Clarke whined. “I need more.”
“Try adding a finger, princess.” Bellamy said, nudging her hand.
She dipped a finger inside herself, crooking it and trying to get deeper. Her fingers were too slim, she needed something thicker. She added a second and then a third finger, plunging them deep and groaning because even though it wasn’t nearly enough, it still felt good to be filled by something.
“Fuck, yes, just like that, babe,” Bellamy praised. “You’re doing so well.”
Clarke leaned her head on Bellamy’s shoulder and Bellamy pressed kisses down the length of her neck, sucking a bruise at the juncture of her shoulder and neck.
“I need you, I need you,” Clarke sobbed, the wet sounds of her fingering her pussy making her dizzy. She didn’t just want it to be Bellamy touching her instead, now she needed it.
Sensing her mounting frustration, Bellamy stilled her hand, bringing it up to his mouth. Clarke moaned as Bellamy sucked on her fingers, tasting her. “Fuck, you taste good, princess.” He growled. “I think I need to taste you for real.”
Before Clarke could figure out what was happening, Bellamy was sliding out from behind her and then he was hovering above her. He started to move down her body but she stopped him. “Wait— kiss me first. On my lips,” She elaborated when he opened his mouth to say that he was about to kiss her.
Bellamy gave her a sweet smile and crawled back up her body, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Clarke moaned into his mouth, licking the taste of herself off his tongue. The kiss went from sweet to downright filthy and Clarke found herself getting even wetter than before, just from his kisses. She hadn’t been this wet possibly ever. He could shove his cock inside her right this second and there would be no resistance, even though he was thick— she had felt the hard press of his erection against her back when she had been sitting in front of him.
Bellamy pulled back, chuckling against her lips as she arched forward to follow him. “I love kissing you, princess, and I promise I’ll kiss you for hours later but right now, I need my mouth on your cunt.”
Clarke huffed out a breath, feeling winded. She had a moment where she felt like all of this was too surreal, there was no way it was actually happening. But when she pinched herself and the sharp zap of pain shot up her arm, she knew it was real. Bellamy watched her do it, amused with an eyebrow raised. “Shut up,” She mumbled, blushing hotly.
Bellamy just gave her a boyish grin in reply before he started to kiss down her body. He licked and sucked at each of her nipples, just a little tease, before he kissed down to her stomach, burying his face in the plush softness. He nipped at her bellybutton and then sucked a bruise into her hipbone, all the while she moaned underneath him, trembling.
“S-stop teasing me,” Clarke begged, tangling her fingers in Bellamy’s hair. She tried to direct him to where she wanted him but he resisted. For someone who had just said he needed his mouth on her cunt, he sure was taking his time. When she voiced as much, Bellamy laughed quietly into the soft skin of her thighs.
“You’re right, I’m sorry, baby. I should know better than to keep you waiting.” And with that, Bellamy buried his face in her pussy. He licked a messy stripe up her folds, banding his arm around her stomach to keep her hips from jerking. He ate her messily, obscenely, and Clarke moaned, breathless.
“Feels so good,” Clarke groaned, pulling Bellamy’s hair and bringing him closerclosercloser.
“That’s good, princess,” Bellamy growled into her pussy. “Fuck my face.”
Clarke tilted her hips up frantically, fucking herself on his face the way he asked and she moaned as she felt her orgasm start to build properly for the first time in months. Finally. She tightened her thighs around Bellamy’s head and arched her back, coming with a scream. Bellamy ate her through the aftermath of her orgasm, groaning into her pussy as he lapped at her wetness.
“Good girl, sweetheart. Just like that. You did so well, coming for me like that, good girl,” He murmured, licking her softly as she trembled in his hold.
Clarke moaned at the praise, tightening her fingers in his hair as she tried to decide if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer. Bellamy made the choice for her, pulling away and looking at her with dark eyes. “Feel better, princess?”
Clarke whimpered as she nodded. “F-feels so good,” She mumbled, raising a shaky hair to brush his hair out of his eyes. “Will you fuck me?” She asked softly.
“Another time, baby girl. I’m not gonna last, not after seeing you come for me so beautifully,” Bellamy admitted, reaching down to squeeze himself through his pants.
“Come on me,” Clarke begged.
“Yeah, pretty girl? Where do you want me to come?” Bellamy growled out, undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his jeans. He pulled out his cock and jerked himself roughly, taking none of the care he had with Clarke with himself. “Do you want my come on your tits, baby? Or maybe this pretty little pussy.”
“Everywhere, anywhere.” Clarke whined, reaching up to pinch her nipples as her cunt ached at the image of Bellamy kneeling between her legs, fisting his cock and getting ready to come all over her. “Wherever you want.”
Bellamy grunted, his breath heaving in his chest as he stroked himself faster and faster. It didn’t take long for him to come, not with the love of his life splayed out underneath him begging him to come on her. A twist of his twist and Bellamy was painting Clarke’s skin white, watching mesmerized as his come dripped down her tits, pooling on her belly.
“Holy fuck,” Bellamy groaned at the sight. Just when he thought Clarke couldn’t get any hotter, here she was covered in his come. Beautiful.
Clarke hummed happily and swiped her fingers through the mess on her stomach, bringing them up to her mouth. Bellamy watched in awe as she sucked on her fingers, moaning at the taste.
“You’re going to kill me,” Bellamy groaned, plastering himself against her and capturing her lips, completely uncaring of the mess between them.
“No dying,” Clarke in between kisses. “Not until you’ve fucked me. I’ve waited so long to feel that cock inside me.”
“Princess,” Bellamy groaned again, resting his forehead against her shoulder as they shook with her laughter.
“Come on, baby,” Clarke grinned, pushing gently at his shoulder. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
“Yeah,” Bellamy said softly, mirroring her happy grin. He was beyond thankful that he had cut his date short and come home to his princess.