Bellamy Blake x reader Prompt Session

If you keep looking at me like that we won't make it to a bed

A/N: Sorry for the small Hiatus, everything got busy with exams and school. But I'm back. Don't expect an update everyday, but they will come often. Enjoy, y'all!

It was an evening that needed celebration. WE had sent flares across the sky to show the Ark 'hey were alive down here'. They have to have seen it, so it was an evening in need of celebration, which to us meant Monty's signature moonshine, my favorite part of any party.

It was already half-way through the night, but the bonfire was still blazing tall and the kids were still drinking quite a bit. What was a few more hours of fun? Everyone here was plenty intoxicated at this point. I sat with my usual crowd around a small section of the fire. Bellamy walked over and sat next to Clarke, who started smiling like an idiot.

Me and Clarke were best friends and she had a massive crush on Bellamy. But no one knows what torture it is hearing all about how much she likes him when I'm the one who's in love with him. I'd never tell Clarke, but I still hold this deep seeded jealousy that he likes her and not me.

"Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?" Bellamy called, dragging me from my thoughts.

I looked up at him with a smile, only to have it fade when I saw Clarke gripping his arm like he would fly away.

"Yeah, Bells?" I asked, chugging what was left in my drink.

"You were zoned out pretty deep there, how wasted are you." He asked, laughing. Clarke's annoying giggle echoing him.

"Pretty freaking wasted." I slurred, mixed with laughter.

I went to take another swig only to realize I drank it all only moments ago. "I need a refill." I announced, standing up and walking over to were giant barrels full of delicious moonshine sat. I bent over and shoved my cup under the nozzle, standing up when it was full and taking a huge gulp.

"Hey (YN)." I recognized the voice as Bellamy.

I swallowed the last of what was in my cup and wiped my mouth off, looking at Bellamy, "Hey!"

The crowd around the bonfire was slightly muted considering the moonshine haul was on the other side of camp, just so we didn't have to carry it all the way over to the bonfire. Meaning Bellamy and I were alone.

"Having fun?" He asked, taking a step closer.

"Yeah," I gave him a smile, eyes going from his eyes to his lips, then back, "You?"

He did the same, but instead of speaking, just nodded. He stepped closer again and dropped his empty cup on the ground.

I watched it splash into the mud before following suit, looking back up to him to see his eyes darken as he stepped even closer. We were chest against chest, staring at each other, each waiting for the other to make a move.

He was the first, pulling my chin up and laying his lips on mine, moving until I caught on. I began moving my lips with his, his hands circling onto my waste and mine sitting daintily on his chest.

He pulled back first, sucking in a gulp of air, searching my eyes for what I was thinking. But I wasn't thinking about anything. I wasn't thinking at all. I was just staring at the man in front of me that I've loved for so long.

"I want you to be mine." He spoke with authority, but his voice was in a hushed whisper.

Entranced, I nodded, looking him up and down, wondering what it would be like to be his. Fully His.

"If you keep looking at me like that, we won't make it to a bed." He voiced in a desperate whisper, causing me to laugh, hitting him on the chest, but I ended up grabbing his arm and pulling him towards my tent.