The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Caught making out [1]

Part 1.

Bellamy:

"Blake, I have a job to go do." You chuckled, feeling his lips dragging along your collar bone. He laughed lowly, kissing his way up to your lips.

"I'm in charge here, Y/N, and I'm giving you the day off. Rest up, okay." He stated, lips colliding with yours. You finally gave in to him, fingers tangling in his curly hair. His tongue parted your lips, exploring your mouth as his hands slid under your shirt. Your hips rolled forwards, Bellamy slowly pulling the end of your shirt up, fingers brushing your skin.

"Hey, Y/N. Bellamy wants you on the wa- or maybe he wants you elsewhere." He laughed loudly, watching you jump away from Bellamy, pushing your shirt back down. Your cheeks flushed a dark pink, dropping your head against his shoulder in effort to hide your face. 

"Do me a favor and put someone else on the wall, would ya?" Bellamy chuckled, waving Miller off.

Monty:

"And- Y/N are you even paying attention?" Monty chuckled. You decided to sit with Monty as he worked on his latest project. He started to explain what he was doing, but you had completely zoned out, staring up at the boy.

"Hey! Yes i- no I'm sorry babe." You laughed sheepishly. "I like being here with you though." You leaned over to him, kissing him gently on the lips. He smiled over at you, leaning into you and molding your lips together. His hands cupped your face, and you slowly moved over towards him. You hooked your arms around his neck, moving onto his lap. He gripped onto your hips, his tongue gliding over your bottom lip. You laughed lowly, allowing his tongue to slip in your mouth, deepening the kiss. His hands pushed your shirt up slightly, tracing his fingers along your bare skin. His tongue gently massaged yours, your fingers tangling in his hair.

That's when you heard a laugh from behind you, the two of you jumping away. You looked back at the hatch, only to see Clarke sitting there, her legs dangling out. She arched a brow at the two of you, a smirk written on her face. "Good job, Monty. Didn't think you had it in you." His cheeks turned a light crimson, yours flushing just as much. "So, I'm guessing you don't have it done yet?"

"Uhm, no. Not quite."

Lincoln:

Your lips smashed together, his hands exploring your body. You slid onto his lap, tugging at the end of his shirt. A smirk made its way onto his lips as he swiftly pulled his shirt off, yours soon following. His tongue parted your lips, gently massaging your tongue as he thumbed at your bra.

And suddenly loud footsteps filled the cave, a shadow casting against the wall. Lincoln quickly grabbed his knife, pushing you off of him and covering you up

"Lincoln- oh there you are Y/N." Finn chuckled, watching as you pulled the fur blanket over your head to hide your flushed cheeks. Lincoln rolled his eyes as he set his knife down, looking over at the boy. "I need to know if you have a remedy, and then I'll get out of your hair."

Murphy:

Your lips smashed together, Murphy's tongue slipping into your mouth. His hands gripped your hips, his fingertips digging into your skin. He kissed you hungrily, his lips moving from your jaw, down your neck. His hands slid under your shirt, sensing shivers down your spine. He pulled your shirt up, throwing it on the other side of the room. Your hands ran through his hair, gently pulling on the locks. He sucked roughly on your neck and collarbones, leaving a trail of inevitable hickeys. You were lost in the moment, so much so that neither of you could hear Bellamy walk in.

"Murphy! You-"

You both jumped away, Murphy quickly covering you up. "What the hell! Get out!" The two of you screamed at him. Bellamy completely stalled, his jaw dropping.

"Get the hell out." Murphy jumped up, forcefully shoving the older boy out.

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