Bellamy Blake x reader Prompt Session

Just Once

A/N: Happy Holidays, guys!

I told myself just once. I needed a quick fix and I got it, so why the hell did I go back? Now I went back every week. Maybe twice a week. Or he came to me. Either way, I never stopped him. I just wanted one fix but I had to all in love with my Fuck-buddy.

It was so hard being so close to him so often but never really get to be close. Yea, we were together, but afterwards there were no cute moments or comforting memories.

Just another session wrapped up as we laid in bed, catching our breath. It was in his tent this time, but that doesn't really matter. I wanted to tell him this was the last time so bad, but I couldn't. It was like an addiction, and I couldn't even ask anyone for help. No one knew, and keeping this all to myself was the hardest thing of all.

Bellamy tucked his arm underneath my head to use as a pillow and made me scoot closer. This part was just as nice as the sex, cuddles.

I let myself fall into his warmth and shut my eyes.

"Are you okay? You seem a bit off today?" he questioned. I thought I detected a hint of concern, but maybe it was Imagination. His free hand found my waste as he used it as leverage to turn and face me.

"Yea, just tired is all." I finally answered him.

He frowned at me, "I've seen you tired, this isn't it. There's something going on."

I shrugged, knowing I couldn't convince him now, "It's no big deal, Bellamy."

"It is to me. I want to make sure you're okay." He pulled me closer.

I smiled to show him I was fine, "Really, Bells."

My smile must have not been that convincing, because he didn't seem satisfied with my answer.

"Are you sure? Like really, you can talk to me." He comforted. At least I knew he was trying to comfort me, but his words only made it sting worse.

I felt tears threaten my eyes and I swear I tried to pull them back in and make them shut up, but I couldn't and they just kept coming down my cheeks.

"Woah, it's okay, (Y/N), I'm right here." He whispered, moving his hand from my waist to my cheek, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, finally gaining composure.

"Don't be. I'm here for more than a quick one, you know." He offered. I couldn't tell if he really meant it or not, but I could tell there was some sincerity to his voice.

"Thanks." I muttered and looked at anywhere but him.

I noticed he frowned and pulled my head to look at him, "Did I do something?"

I shook my head, "No, of course not? What made you think that?"

"You've been acting weird around me lately, I miss you." He whispered the last part.

"I didn't know you knew enough about me to miss any of it." I said drier then I really meant it.

"What does that mean?" He asked, sitting up.

"It means: I thought you just knew my name just so you could scream it." I shot at him, sitting up and not bothering to cover myself.

"What do you think? Your just here for a good screw? God, you're so blind!" He exclaimed.

I gave him a confused look.

"You're the reason I keep calling you over, not the sex, (Y/N). I love you." He said sadly, setting a hand on the side of my neck.

I sat there, dumbfounded by his words. He looked at me before deciding to move in and kiss me. This kiss was different, though. It was real instead of driven by lust. I felt the difference. He was more gentle and calm. I was brought back into the moment and returned the kiss.

We happily molded together as we laid down. Bellamy propped himself up above me as my hands entangled his neck. I felt the smile on his lips. It was real. This is real.