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Sexual tension.
Honestly the worst kind of tension. Especially when you can't do anything about it with the person who's causing it.
You groan as you sit on the log by the firepit watching as Bellamy Blake, the dumbass rebel king, flirting with some blonde bimbo.
You don't have anything against her, really.
Other than the fact that she's about to sleep with Bellamy. He takes her hand and leads her to his tent. Octavia looks over at you with apologetic eyes. She stands up and moves to sit on the stump next to you, and lays a comforting hand on your shoulder.
"Maybe you should, you know, go for it," she encourages. You smile sadly.
"I'm more of a suffer in silence type." She shakes her head at your stubbornness.
"You know, so is he. He takes those girls because he can't stand the fact that you're not with him." You look into her eyes, looking for any hint of deception. You find none.
Oh, what the hell.
You stand up and march over to Bellamy's tent. You storm in and the pair stop kissing. Bellamy looks at you in surprise while the blonde looks pissed.
"Out," you demand. The blonde just looks at me and you step forward threateningly. "I suggest you move your ass out of the tent. Now." She huffs and marches out of the tent.
"What the fuck, (Y/N)?" Bellamy asks, bewildered. You put your hands on your hips and breathe heavily. The heat rushes to your face as your confidence fades.
"I- uh, well, you see, I'm tired of watching you take girls to your tent," you blurt. He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms.
Holy shit that's hot.
"So you don't want me sleeping around?" You shake your head. You look at his jaw, his freckles, his eyes.
Do it now or he'll take someone else.
Without thinking, you step forward and press your lips to his greedily. Without hesitation, Bellamy's arms are wrapped around you. He slides his hands down your back and grabs your ass, causing you to gasp. He uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. He tugs at the hem of your shirt and you lift your arms so he can take it off, your lips barely losing contact. He takes his shirt off, too, and you stare for a second. He smirks and reconnects your lips.
He pushes you against a pole that's holding up the tent.
It's a wonder it doesn't snap.
He breaks the kiss and you panic. He takes your hand and leads you to the bed, pushing you down gently. He positions himself over you and begins focusing on your neck, being sure to leave marks. You moan as he moves lower. This seems to fuel him as he plays with the band of your jeans. You lift yourself up and help him take them off. He looks into your eyes and grins mischievously.
"Tell me what you want," he whispers, the heat of his breath hitting the folds of your pussy. You moan and spread your legs.
"Fuck me, Bellamy. Please," you plead.
"Not quite yet," he muses. You're about to complain before he moves the fabric of your panties aside and inserts one of his fingers. You lay your head back and close your eyes, overcome with the sensation. He hooks his finger up and you bite your lip, hard.
"Right there," you pant. You rock your hips in motion with his finger. You bite down on your lip harder as he inserts a second finger.
"Don't hold back. Let them know," he prods. You moan louder as his fingers move faster, hitting your g-spot every time.
"I'm close, Bellamy," you all but shout. Before you can reach your climax, he retracts his fingers and you let out a whine. "Dick," you mumble. He chuckles and takes off his pants and then boxers, exposing his length. You let your eyes travel over his body and he throws the jeans aside.
"Dick," he confirms. You roll your eyes as he crawls on the bed and positions himself at your entrance. He looks up at you and it takes you a second to realize he's asking for permission. You nod, your heart warming at the gesture despite about to be fucked senseless.
Without another word, Bellamy slides his dick in, giving you a second to adjust to his size. Once he's sure you're okay, he starts moving. Sweat gathers on his forehead, dripping onto your stomach. He moves slightly and hits your g-spot.
You grasp his curls and he groans but speeds up, obviously liking it.
"Fuck, (Y/N)." He pulls out and then slams back in you in one motion, causing you to scream in pleasure. He pulls out once again and you move onto your hands and knees. You grip the sheets of the bed as Bellamy enters you again. You moan simultaneously and you quickly fall back into rhythm. He yanks your hair back and you groan at the bittersweet pain.
"I'm close," Bellamy pants. His thrusts become sloppy and your legs tremble at the pleasure. He moans as your walls clench around him.
"Bell," you moan.
"I know, princess, Come for me." With one final thrust, you hit your climax and Bellamy follows not long after, his cum filling you. You ride out your highs before he pulls out and cleans himself up with a shirt on the floor that, luckily, isn't yours. After he cleans himself up, he collapses onto the bed next to you.
"Well, that was fun," you say once you catch your breath. He laughs, moving some hair out of your face. You roll onto your side to face him and he does the same.
"I don't want you to be another girl, (Y/N)," Bellamy admits. You smile shyly at him.
"I don't want to be just another girl, either." He kisses your nose and you move into his open arms. He covers you with a blanket. He plays with the ends of your hair as you fall into a peaceful sleep.
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You got your legs up in the sky with the devil in your eyes
