Bellamy Blake Imagines

"Oh, please, continue on my lap"

warning; smut kinda ish ;)

"Okay, I can do this," you put your hair up and sigh. Today was the first day of combat training, and you had no idea what the day would consist of. You were dressed in a loose t-shirt and your newly washed underwear. You couldn't go out there just yet, some pre-combat exercises had to be done to calm your nerves. "I just have to stretch a little and I'll be okay." You roll your shoulders and move your head from side to side.

On the Ark, you taught yoga classes. Only once a week at first and then once a month after the oxygen issue ensued. Yoga was your stress reliever, it helped you get rid of the anger that you felt towards the little Ark government. Once they restricted yoga classes, you had no way of ridding your anger. You attacked the guards one day and were locked up. The council members sent you down to Earth in hopes of killing the entire lot of you, but you have never felt more alive. Ever since you got back to Earth, you picked up Yoga once again and your anger has subsided.

You take a deep breath and get into a plank position. You hold your breath and in that moment, the infamous Bellamy Blake decided to walk into your tent. You had no clue, of course, as you were busy counting your breaths and calming your mind. You were late to the training session and he was sent to check on you. Now that he's in your tent, he doesn't actually know what to say to you. Bellamy watches you, confused and somewhat intrigued.

After another few breaths, you change your position to the balancing stick. Bellamy's breath was caught in his throat as he took in your flexibility. He was your best friend and he knew that you taught yoga on the Ark, but he'd never seen you like this. This is the first time he'd seen you relaxed... and in this position. He watched you rock yourself back and forth on the ball of your foot and he felt his bulge grow.   

And as you take your position into downward dog, Bellamy let himself fall on your bad before a noise escaped his mouth. He sat on your bed, eyes wide as you slowly move your behind to find a comfortable position. Deciding he could no longer remain silent, Bellamy let his cocky persona take over as he cleared his throat.

"As much as I admire this view, I'd have to say that you're missing out on training," his raspy voice catches you off guard and you fall flat on your stomach before turning around quickly to face him, your elbows planted on the ground.

"What the hell, Bellamy?! You scared the living daylights out of me!" You placed a hand against your chest and Bellamy's eyes zeroed in on your breasts.

"Yeah, well seeing you in those positions had me a little... left out as well. How come I, your best friend, have never seen you this peaceful?" The words roll off his tongue peacefully, but his eyes only get darker as he takes in the rest of your appearance.

"Because my best friend always likes being the cause of my stress and my anger instead of being the one who takes it away," you shrug and lean back, causing your shirt to ride up and reveal your midriff. Bellamy's breath gets caught in his throat as the two of you make eye contact, the lust in your eyes matching his. "You'd never let me get through a session of yoga if you saw me this relaxed."

"Oh, pardon me princess. Am I disturbing you now?" Bellamy raises his brows and smirks.

"You didn't let me finish!" You smirk right back at him before standing and facing the wall, away from Bellamy. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to continue."

"Oh, please, continue on my lap," Bellamy pulled off his shirt and before you could question him, he pulled you down onto his lap–your back flush against his bare chest. "Bend over all you want now, princess," Bellamy nips your earlobe and you feel his bulge grow as the heat rises in your cheeks.

"If this continues, it can only be me. I'll chop your dick off if you end up in bed with anyone else. Deal?" You let out a throaty whisper as Bellamy skilled lips land on your neck and he bites down.

"If this continues, I wouldn't need anyone else," he breathes out against your neck and sucks harshly on the little spot he bit. He makes sure there's a nice purple mark before answering your question fully. "You have a deal."

"Good," you whisper before turning around and straddling him. "Kiss me, Bellamy Blake."

And boy did he kiss you.

↱ by urwarriorangel ↲