Bellarke one shots- smuts

It's something a little different

"I have something I want to show you, Bell..."

Clarke says gently. She holds her hand behind her back. Bellamy sighs, he wanted something to distract him, something to take his mind off the mess in his life.

"It's something a little different, Bell."

Clarke clarifies as she brings her hand in front of her, showing Bellamy the object.

"I bought this just for you."

She says, a sultry tone as she drops the giant dildo on the bed In from of him. She pulls down her pants swiftly, dropping them to the floor.

"Well I wasn't expecting that, princess."

Bellamy says to her, looking intensely as she continues to strip herself of her clothing. He takes the hint and throws his shirt over his head, unbuckling his pants swiftly as Clarke stands there waiting for him, clothes deserted on the floor. His eyes catch her breasts and suddenly he can't look away, cheeks reddening as he admires her perky nipples, her shoulders wide and exposing, enticing him in.

"It's okay, Bellamy, you can look all you like. I want to make you feel good, fuck you deep, Bell."

Clarke whispers the profanities into his ear, his ears heating up as her hand takes a hold of his cock, fingers gentle, nails scraping down his length. She feels him shiver, a sharp intake of breath from his chest as she smirks. She knows how to make him weak, and god, if she isn't going to take advantage of that. Her grip on his cock firms, fingers teasing his head, slowly rubbing circles, dancing across the delicate skin.

"Fuck, princess..."

He stutters as Clarke's hand teases his length, sending shots of pleasure deep in his belly, his breath catching as she slips another hand underneath, feeling his heavy balls in her hand, massaging the skin softly. He breathes heavily, knees buckling as the pleasure of seeing Clarke, feeling her hand pump him faster almost gets too much.

"I want to try something new. Just tell me to stop at any time, okay Bell? But I really think you'll like this."

Clarke reassures him, voice soft, but firm. She takes a hand away and pulls out bottle of lube, making sure her finger was coated as she draws circles around his opening, feeling the tightness of his muscles, the warmth of his skin against the shocking coldness of the lube on her skin.

"Just relax for me, Bell. Can you do that for me?"

She asks him, feeling him take a deep breath against her chest. She inserts her finger, slowly, teasing the tight ring of muscle as she pulls her digit out, only to push back in again, only further this time.

"You're doing so well for me, Bell. I think you could take another, don't you think?"

She waits for the confirmation nod from Bellamy again, spreading some lube over more of her fingers, the shock cold liquid making Bellamy jerk a little, but as she inserts another finger into him, curling them up, she knows that she's done something good.

"Fuck, Clarke. I've never felt- felt anything like that before..."

He breathes, feeling hot drops escape from his length, not able to hold back moans at the pleasure. He feels her fingers deep inside of him, knees heavy and weak, her fingers hitting all the right places inside of him, especially when she curls them up, hitting his pleasure spot. He's taking short breaths now, chest heaving as he tries to contain the things Clarke is making him feel.