Bellamy Blake Imagines

Concentrate

warning; smut.. lots

and can we also talk about that gif though.. hot damn

You weren't sure Bellamy would be into it, but it's something you've been thinking about for a long time now. Something about the way he walked. Something about the way his pants clung to his hips. Something about the way he looked when he had his hands on you, your body moving underneath his touch. Even thinking about it got you all hot and bothered. 

"Hello! Earth to Y/N. Wake up!" 

Snapping out of your fantasy, you looked up into Jasper's face.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm good, sorry. Just concentrating" 

"Oh. On what?"

"Uhhhhh... really nothing that important. Got to go J, see you later!"

You stood up quickly and hurried off, blushing. Now that you were up, you might as well make it look like you were going somewhere. You found yourself in front of Bellamy's tent, just the thin fabric separating your desire from him. 

Okay, now or never I guess.  You knocked and went in without waiting for an answer. Bellamy looked like he was in a bad mood, but lightened up when he saw it was you. 

"Hey, Babe. What can I d-"

Before he could finish his sentence, you had jumped at him. He was sitting on the edge of his bed and it didn't take much for you to push him back. The make out was heated from the beginning but the longer it went on, the more Bellamy got into it. You could feel him letting go of the day's stress and putting more energy into how his lips felt on yours.

After a few minutes, you started to grind against him gently, driving you both a little crazy.
With a low growl from the back of his throat, Bellamy moaned your name. You were straddling him, legs on either side of his hips, and then he sat up slowly so that you were now sitting in his lap. 

He tugged at your tshirt and only broke your kisses to take it off, and then quickly did the same to his. With skilled and quick fingers, he undid your bra and threw it across his tent.
If you were ever going to do it, now was the time. 

You pulled away a bit. "Bellamy. Can we try something?"

"Sure baby, what do you want?" He purred while still trying to kiss you, now nibbling at your throat. 

"I want to... ride your thigh." He paused and came up to look at you in the eyes, looking both skeptical and amused. You gave him a pleading look. 

"So... nobody is taking their pants off? That doesn't seem quite right to me." 

"No! Pants can still come off! I just kind of fantasize about you... and your hands touching me everywhere... and me getting off on your body... I think that would be really h-"-

"Hot. Pants off. Now." 

You were surprised that it didn't take much persuading. Based on Bellamy's reaction, he was into it too. You stood up and he followed, only to drop to his knees and begin to pull your pants down. When he stood up, he slid his to the ground too. Soon you were both standing in just your underwear, and Bellamy couldn't help but stare and admire the shape of your body and the curve of your breasts.

Grabbing your hand and sitting on the edge of his bed, he parted his legs and sat you down on his left thigh. You could already tell the friction was going to be amazing. He looked at you with a spark in his eyes, slightly mischievous but also loving. He leaned in and kissed you softly, and then kissed you again, this time much more greedy. Despite the fact that this was your idea, he seemed to be taking charge. His hands were still holding onto your wrists but he dragged them up your arms and over the curve of your shoulder and then up to cup your face briefly, leaving your skin prickling. Then he let his hands fall slowly, fingertips grazing your collar bones and coming to settle on your breasts. After a few squeezes, he dropped his hands to your hips. Lips never leaving yours, he pushed and pulled on your hips, until you got a rhythm started. From there you knew what to do. You just pushed against him, each drag causing a wave of pleasure to hit you. 

You kept grinding down on him, your clit getting rubbed just the right way. Bellamy's hands were seemingly everywhere, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched. Tugging at your hair, squeezing your boob. You kept increasing your rhythm, getting closer and closer to your orgasm, making his thigh wetter with every pass. Each time you rocked closer to Bellamy you could feel how hard he was for you, his erection pushing against your leg. 

He reached his hands around and grabbed your ass, pulling and squeezing, lifting you up a bit. You moaned into his mouth, and pulled apart to gasp out his name as you were almost there. 

"Bellamy. Fuck, Bellamy. Ohhh Bell. Shit."

"Come on Y/N, cum for me baby. Fuck Y/N you feel so good."

With his words, and his hands holding your waist, you felt the heat and the ripples explode in you. You were moaning so loud that you were basically screaming, neither of you caring if the whole camp heard. 

Still riding it out, Bellamy pushed you up so you were fully kneeling and pushed his face into your chest, kissing your sternum and each breast, hands on your hips.
Your legs were shaking so he set you back down on his lap and laid back, taking you with him. Both of you sweating and breathing hard, he kissed you again, passionately but sweet. 

"That was so fucking hot. What gave you that idea?"

"I've actually always wanted to do that."

Smirking against your lips he mumbled "kinky." 

After one more chaste kiss, he stood both of you up and handed you your clothes. You put everything back on and so did he, then left the tent hand in hand.
Jasper was working right near by. As you two walked by he chuckled and said "You were really concentrating hard over there, huh Y\N?"  

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