Bellarke one shots- smuts

Baby please

It was a fight like none other. One that they didn't think they could get back from. Bellamy life and Clarke ran off. Leaving them going without speaking for days. And now here he was. At her apartment, standing in the doorway with her favourite flowers. Chrysanthemums.

Clarke looked at the flowers and peered back at Bellamy's saddened expression. "What are you doing here, you shouldn't be here." She goes to close the door but he steps in, pushing the flowers into her hands.

"Let me explain." He pleads with hope in his eyes. "Baby, please."

"Don't baby me." Clarke warns taking the flowers and crossing her arms. "And you can't explain, Bellamy. I want you gone."

It breaks his heart to hear those words but he keeps his composure and straightens up, shaking his head. "I can't do that."

Clarke rolls her eyes and walks to the kitchen, tossing the flowers on the counter. She turns on the tap, filling a vase "Bellamy, please, I'm tired and I had a long day at work and I-" She doesn't realized but Bellamy followed behind her. His footsteps carried lightly behind her until he was right there. "Space! Please Bellamy!" She huffs, rolling her eyes. Being more annoyed than anything.

"I love you, Clarke." He stays softly, putting his hands on her hips from behind and leaning the over so his lips are in the crook of her neck. Bellamy's hand pulling her back by the belt loop which his other hand reached around the front, unbuttoning the her jeans.

Clarke closed her eyes, turning off the tap and nearly giving in. But she swats his hands away and pulls back. "Bellamy, I said no."

"Baby," he pleads, "princess, I need you. I miss you. I love you." He follows her around the counter as she unwraps the flowers and slides them into the water.

She looks over to him, a sudden brokenness in her eyes. "You lied to me, Bell. You lied straight to my face. How do I know you're not lying about this." She reaches out for the space between them. "About loving me."

Bellamy steps closer, towering over Clarke with his deep brown eyes and dark curls falling in his face. She's got tears in her eyes and it pains him to know that he put them there. Sure. He made a mistake. But could he make it better. Could he win her over again? Clarke suits her eyes and a tear trickles down her cheek. Bellamy's thumb swoops under her eye to bush it away. "Hey." He says softly. "Look at me." And She obliges, cautiously opening her eyes to see him there, so close, with his hands cradling her face and his lips in kissing distance. Her heart thuds in her chest and she find it a miracle that she's kept it together this long. "I love you Clarke. Let me prove it to you."

"How." She croaks our, searching for some kind of comfort in his eyes.

Bellamy leans in, crashing his lips to Clarke's and nearly immediately wrapping his arms around her. Scooting his hands to her thighs and pulling her up. She quickly obliged, tears now continuously falling down her cheeks as she tightly linked her legs around his waist. Clarke could feel the tightness in his pants and she pulled away for a moment to look at him. Her fingertip trailing down his cheek before falling back against his lips harmoniously. "What are you doing to me, Blake." She mumbles against his lips and he snickers.

"I'm gonna fuck you harder than I ever have." He promises.

Bellamy takes Clarke to her bed room where he leans her back on the bed, stilling kissing her, but drawing out her bottom lip. She tasted of cherries and cola. He pressed his knee between her legs, hovering over her making his presence known.