Bellarke one shots- smuts

Let's go home loser

Clarke’s dancing, her body swaying with the music, her head falling back, her hair falling over her shoulder. She looks up and Bellamy is staring at her with his lips parted. He swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing, his eyes dark. God, she’s glad she didn’t wear a bra.

Bellamy’s wearing tight black pants that hug his ass and Clarke’s so fucking tired of pretending that there isn’t any sexual tension between them. Yeah, he’s older. Yeah, he’s fucked multiple girls and she’d only fucked Finn and Lexa. But damn does she want to know what he feels like- top to bottom, inside and out. Bellamy’s flannel shirt hangs around his muscular frame, unbuttoned and the gray shirt underneath has settled at the top of his pants, his belt hugging his hips. The sleeves on his shirt are rolled up to his elbows and the sight of the muscle and veins running down his forearms nearly sends Clarke over the edge. She’d tell herself it’s just the alcohol, but she knows it’s a lie. Bellamy pushes off from the bar where he was leaning on the wooden counter and drifts Clarke’s way. It’s a relatively fast song and body’s are thrashing and moving all around and against them.

“Having fun, Princess?” Bellamy says, leaning down. His lips are so close to her ear she can feel them moving as he speaks.

Clarke raises an eyebrow. “Yeah! Aren’t you?”

“Yeah!” Bellamy yells back. Everyone is dancing with each other. Raven’s with Roan, Octavia’s with Lincoln and Luna, Murphy and Emori are swaying together. The band plays a slow song and things calm down a little. Clarke’s chest swells as she breathes heavily from dancing. She looks up at Bellamy and he’s so close and she’s so fucking into him. Freckles dot his nose and cheeks and she wonders where else he has them. His hair is dark and tangled and his eyes look like black holes. Clarke wants to disappear in them.

Unthinkingly, she reaches out and grabs his hand tugging him towards her. Things have gotten so complicated. They’d almost kissed at a Christmas party at their friend's house. She left with Lexa, he dated Gina. They kept ending up at the same place though, always, at each other’s side. They’d been friends since Clarke was in high school and she’d met Octavia’s hot older brother that went to university. The guy that everyone wanted, but not many were able to get.

She begins to dance close to him, her skin brushing his, her body swaying in mesmerizing curves. Her loose, sleeveless tee moves with her body and Bellamy catches glimpses of her bare skin beneath. Clarke’s eyes are closed, but she’s still holding onto him and she begins to slide one of his hands down her body. He grips her hip tightly and she leans back into him, the sweat on her back rubbing against the sweat of his chest, shirt clinging to him uncomfortably. The ache in Bellamy’s gut is almost painful. Clarke can feel his heart beating in time with hers and she can feel hot tears of frustration in her eyes. She wants this so badly, but she can’t have it .The closer Bellamy and Clarke grow the more she feels like running away. No one can hurt you if you’re alone.

Suddenly Clarke pulls away and begins to push her way through the crowd, desperate to get some air. Bellamy’s arms fall to his side, losing their grip on her as she disappears into the crowd. Clarke reaches the narrow hallway where the bathrooms and supply closet are, panting and aching. She leans her forehead against the cold concrete wall and breathes deeply.