The 100 Imagines

Rules (Bellamy)

"There needs to be rules," Bellamy told you, "Or it's just chaos!"

"I thought you said there were no rules."

You pouted up at Bellamy. Clarke had come in and ruined everything, it was fun until she suggested rules, it was a flow of sex and fun and you preferred it that way, why couldn't she just settle in.

You hated that blonde little privileged princess. She didn't understand what it was like to go through shit, she didn't understand that the right of the 100 just wanted to relax for once, to have some freedom.

"I was wrong," Bellamy sighed, he gave you a disapproving look, "Don't fight me on this okay."

You smirked as you realised something, you ran your fingers down his chest. You saw something change in his eyes and you shivered slightly. You'd been Bellamy's most frequent visitor, it had come to the point where if someone was looking for you they'd go there.

"And tell me these rules," You looked up at him innocently.

He shook his head at you, "Why so eager."

He smirked, and you knew you were going to get some.

You didn't know if he was talking about knowing the rules or the fact you were always ready to jump him. The answer to the latter was obvious, I mean, look at the man. He was a god.

"So I can break them," You went on your tiptoes and breathed in his ear, "and you can punish me."

He pressed his lips onto yours the moment you said that and you gave a satisfied hum, you'd gotten what you wanted.

"I think even admitting that you want to break the rules is breaking them," He said, stroking the side of your face and your eyes lit up, "And is punishable."

"What are you going to do, Bel," You had a sick twinkle in your eye.

"You kinky little shit," He murmured before returning his lips to yours, "How about take away your ability to walk? Sound good to you?"

"Very good, Daddy."

And with that you were dragged into his tent to receive your very much welcomed punishment.