Bellarke one shots- smuts

Kiss him

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Clarke doesn’t know how it starts. Actually, scratch that, she definitely does.

Her little “problem” with two of the most attractive people she’s ever seen started when she first met Bellamy Blake, because, well, the Blake’s have some damn good genes, okay?

After running into his almost-sweaty chest while he helped cart his sister’s seemingly-infinite boxes of stuff up the three flights of steps to their freshman dorm room, she’d been all too aware of her new roommate’s older brother.

And how unfortunate it was. He was a senior that year and thus around campus (and therefore her room) far more often than she thinks is healthy for her. She’d walk back from her shower down the hall in her robe and old black flip flops and find him reclining on her roommate’s unmade bed with his arms behind his head. Does he even realize he has disgustingly great arms?

(Of course he does)

So freshman year was. . . fun. She definitely does not still have a monstrous crush on him. Nope. You must be thinking of someone else.  It’s not like she gets all hot and bothered when he stretches his arms above his head and she can see the taught line of skin of his lower stomach or that she can’t help but rub her thighs together when she catches sight of the line of dark hair leading down below his belt. And so what if she thinks his (fucking annoying) smirk is actually one of the hottest expressions he has to offer?

She’d almost (almost) been relieved to get a new roommate sophomore year. . . until she’d realized she’d landed a roommate equally as hot as Bellamy Blake. Raven Reyes (maybe it had something to do with alliterative names?) was the naturally gorgeous beauty that looked good in anything and wouldn’t hesitate to kick you where it hurt if she thought it was necessary.

Unwashed sweatpants and grimy t-shirts? The rolled waistband would sink low over her slender hips, revealing the thin line of lace of her underwear. Sports bras? She’s like a workout machine, dragging herself to the gym every morning in one of her bras with all the confusing, overlapping straps that seemed less functional and more fashionable but Clarke still isn’t going to complain.

Hell, she looks even better when she comes back from the gym, all flushed skin and sweat slick skin and lithe muscles.

Basically, Clarke is surrounded by hot people and she doesn’t know how much longer she can take it. She and Raven get along decently as roommates, and Raven even bro’s around with Bellamy when he stops by (far too frequently to just “stop by” if you ask Clarke). And yeah, she also hates pants so that’s another bonus.

The only thing Clarke isn’t sure of is what’s going to happen next.

Bellamy has just stopped by after visiting his sister. He’s a grad student now, still on the same campus, and still around. Just her luck.  Everything had been going rather innocently (well, innocent enough. Raven’s kinda got a mouth on her and she’s still not wearing any pants, walking around their room in a thin tank top and boy short underwear) until Raven pulled the hidden bottle of tequila out from behind her dresser.