the 100 ✰ imagines

bellamy blake ✰

warning: smut

it was unity day and you didn't bother touching the moonshine.

your friend, on the other hand, was so drunk she could barely walk. so you decided to make sure she didn't do anything too stupid.

-"come on, [y/n], loosen up." she laughed and handed you a cup of moonshine.

you smiled and shook your head.

one cup, couldn't hurt.

you gulped down the liquid and immediately felt it burn down your throat.

you shook your head, trying to get rid of the disgusting sensation.

your friend looked exhausted, and looked like she was going to throw up.

you grabbed her and took her away from the party.

you took her behind the dropship, behind a tree.

she started to throw up so you decided to hold her hair back.

-"that's it, [y/f/n], just let it all out." you encouraged looking in the other direction.

-"[y/n], i wanna go to bed." you nodded and took her to your shared tent.

you put her on the bed and put a makeshift bucket by her bed.

-"use this when you feel like you're going to throw up." you instructed her, holding up the bucket.

-"okay, mum." she said and turned facing away from you.

you rolled your eyes.

you still weren't tired so you decided to get some air.

you sat against a tree, looking at the stars.

heavy boots were heard but you kept looking up at the sky.

-"[y/f/n], go back to bed, before you throw up again." you told her.

the person cleared their throat.

-"although i am pretty tired, i don't wanna miss out on all the fun you're having." a deep voice said.

you looked over and noticed it wasn't your friend.

you stood up.

-"oh, bellamy." you chuckled and scratched the back of your neck.

he licked his lips.

-"why aren't you with the party?" he asked.

you shrugged.

-"parties aren't really my thing."

you saw the corner of his lip lift.

-"what are you smiling at?" you asked, confused.

he grabbed your hand and led you to a dancing crowd.

-"oh, no." you tried to release his grip, but it was too firm.

he let go once you were stuck in the middle of all the sweaty teenagers.

he started to sway his hips.

you started to laugh.

-"come on, copy me." he smiled.

you rolled your eyes and started to sway your hips to the rhythm.

you put your hands up and started letting your body take control.

bellamy turned you around, so your back was facing him.

he grabbed onto your hips and you danced in unison.