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darnell-la · 10 months

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Hiii there! may I please request a Bellamy Blake mean and dark dom smut with !female grounder reader? An enemies to lovers thing with a lot of tension or anger and fighting m so they just give in and have hot steamy smut?💖 ty!

world count: 5,9K

pairing: Dom!Bellamy Blake x Grounder!Reader

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Hatred to love

Bellamy Blake’s pov

"This place is so shitty," I said as Murphy and I stepped through the overgrown woods. We've been here for let's say, 6 months, and I've never felt more used in my life. Now that the 100 of us helped the rest of the people on the ark, we can work to reduce our time away.

To top off us being enslaved, we must deal with these people we call grounders. They’re violent and dirty, and think they own the place.

“Better watch what you say before y/n hears you,” Murphy joked, making me scoff. Y/n’s the leader of these grounders and she’s a real pain in the ass. She’s always arguing and demanding things. They also protect her and do whatever she tells them to do.

“Or what? Is she gonna stab me? We have guns and I don’t think they have treatment for that,” I said as Murphy shook his head. “I don’t understand why you don’t like her. She’s cool,” Murphy said.

I rolled my eyes and stopped, annoyed that people kept saying the same thing to me. I don’t get what they see in her. She’s violent, dirty, and has the worst attitude you could possibly think of.

“She’s not cool, she’s just some girl that thinks she has a say in everything,” I said. “First of all, that girl is 20, and second, she does have the day of everything. At least around here she does, and we choose to follow them since we landed in their territory,” Murphy said.

“And if you have a problem with that, you can barge into wherever she lives, and argue with her. Hell, fight if you need. Anything to shut you up about her at this point,” he said.

“Whatever man,” I said then kept walking, trying not to stay here all day and argue about how much I despise y/n. It just pisses me off how many people tolerate her.

“You’re not gonna stop me, so save your talking,” I said to Murphy before pushing past him and a few other friends. I’ve had enough of y/n and her demands.

I walked through the overgrown forest, stumbling over sticks and rocks, thinking about if fighting y/n is the best idea.

She’s the best warrior they say and she shows absolutely no mercy. Even if I were to beat her, her people would kill me for making her surrender. I’ll have to get her alone.

As I thought of things to do, I made my way through the forest until I was finally at the grounds of the grounders. They know me, so they let me in easily which was a big mistake.

“Y/n?” I asked the guards of this small village y/n’s always at. They nodded their heads then turned around to walk towards, where I guess, y/n is.

“Y/n!” One said as we walked upon y/n reading a book that my people gave to her, to little kids. They seemed happy and like they were having fun. I think this is my first time ever seeing her smile.

“What did you come here for?” She asked. She always seems like she has a tone with me. Only me. “Oh, nothing. Just wanted to walk and talk. Only for 10 minutes or so,” I lied. I have to get her away from the guards.

“Now you know I can’t do that. They always follow me. Where ever I go,” y/n said as I sighed. “I know, but, maybe they’ll make an acceptance this one time. Please,” I begged as she tilted her head.

Y/n got up and walked toward me and the guards. She said something in her language that I still haven’t learned yet, then walked passed me. “10 minutes,” she said.

“So what did you actually bring me out here for?” Y/n asked as she finally stopped somewhere a bit far from the village. “I was thinking we could fight,” I said.

“Fight?” She chuckled. “Pathetic,” she added. “What’s pathetic is that you need a whole army to fight for you,” I argued. “That’s just how we work,” she replied.

“What do you wish to fight for?” She asked, making me smirk. “If I win, you stop this boss act and I get to show people that you’re not as strong as you make yourself to me,” I said.

“And if I lose, you can keep your little act going and I’ll be very, very embarrassing,” I said as she rolled her eyes, holding back a laugh I wanted to slap away from her.

“Bet,” she said, a new word that she got from our kind as she jumped off of the log she was standing on and attacked me. I was almost unprepared but moved out of the way fast enough and kicked her back.

“Good reflexes. But not good enough,” she said as she turned and kicked my legs, causing me to fall to the ground. “Fuck,” I groaned then quickly rolled over as she was about to kick my face.

“Fighting dirty, huh?” I asked as I got up. “Nah, just want to get this over with,” she said before running towards me. She’s always been an attacker which is hard to fight against since she always makes the first move.

“Already tried?” She asked, looking down at me after giving me the worst blow to my stomach. I hate her but I won’t ever doubt again that she’s a good-ass fighter. “Nah,” I said, about to kick her legs to make her collapse but I heard a gunshot.

I quickly looked around as I stayed on the floor, hoping to see anyone but I can’t. “Y/n, get down!” I yelled-whispered because she still standing like she was in shock. She can’t be in shock right now.

“Y/n!” I yelled. She slowly looked down as her hands lifted up towards her stomach. “Did your people use their weapon on me?” She asked slowly as she pulled her hand away from her stomach showing blood.

“Ah, shit!” I said as she dropped to the floor. “No, no, y/n, you have to get up! Y-You can’t be out here. Shit! Fuck, uh, fuck. Y/n, get up!” I said as I tried picking her up, but another shot was fired but don’t hit us thankfully.

“Hood your fire dumb fucks! I made her fight me!” I yelled out so my people can stop this madness. They just fucked up our stay here. Her people will never forgive us for this.

“Bellamy, am I dying?” She asked, sounding like she was about to pass out. “Shit! No, no, you’re not dying. Just- Just stay still and hold this down,” I said as I took my shirt off, and lifted her ripped-up shirt to press down on her wound so she won’t bleed out.

“Guys, stop it! She needs medical assistance!” I yelled back as I saw her trying to break correctly and keep eye contact with me. She still seems fearless. How could I do this to her? What did I do?

“Don’t worry, she’ll get it,” an unfamiliar voice said. “But that won’t be needed for long,” they added. I looked around until my eyes landed on people in a has max suits and a dude without one. Everyone had a gun.

“W-Who are you?” I asked as I kept trying to push down on her wound. “We’ll get to talking once we get what I need,” he said then snapped his fingers. That’s when the people started making their way towards us. Towards her.

“What? No. No, back away! Back up!” I yelled but they didn’t listen. “No! No!” I yelled as two people pulled me away. “Don’t you fucking touch her!” I yelled, making the dude without a suit on, chuckling to himself.

As one guy went to pick y/n up, she lifted her arm and stabbed the dude in his neck causing him to fall back and bleed out.

“Get her now! We don’t have time for this!” The man said. That’s when a few people attacked her, taking her weapons and then dragging her away. They’re manhandling her while she’s screaming in pain.

“No, no! Help! Help us!” I yelled, hoping one of her people followed us so they wouldn’t completely have no eyes on her but they actually trusted me. Fuck. I kept repeating my yells until something knocked me on the side of my head.

“What is this shit!?” I yelled at the man as he threw y/n on her stomach, onto this medical chair and then strapped her down. They didn’t even patch up her wounds. She’s bleeding out and groaning in pain.

“I can see you’re not too happy. I assumed because of how you guys fought, you didn’t like each other but I see otherwise now,” he said as one sergeant pulled out some big needle that I’ve never seen in my life.

“What the- Hey! Hey, get away from her! What is that!?” I asked the man as he took a deep breath, about to tell me the most inhumane thing I’ve ever heard of.

“That needle you see is what we use to subtract bone marrow from the grounders who’ve been able to breathe on earth for hundreds of years,” he said as he sat in front of me after a guard placed a chair down.

“You see, my people can’t survive the outside but they can. People like you can too which is surprising,” he said. “We’ve been studying you guys and we finally got one of you which will help another few of my people,” he added.

“What? You’re gonna- You’re gonna fucking- No, let me go! L-Let her go! I swear to god-“ I went to say but he cut me off. “What will you possibly do?” He asked then snapped his fingers. Seconds later, his guards took me away as I yelled and demanded them to let me go but they wouldn’t listen.

Maybe an hour went by since the guards threw me into this clean and well-kept-up room. I’ve been thinking of ways to kill this man and escape. We can’t stay here.

As I was about to start my banging on the door that I’ve been doing every 10 minutes, the door swung open to two guards dragging y/n into the room by her arms.

She looked dead. My heart skipped a beat until I noticed she was alive by her whimpers. They patched her up but her blood is still leaking through her bandage.

“Here,” a third guest said as he walked through the doors and threw a medical bag at me. “Fix her up, would ya?” He said then walked out with the other two after they dropped y/n on the floor.

“Shit, y/n?” I said as I grabbed the medical bag and sped over to her. “Mhm?” She asked as I began to work on her. First I cleaned her up while keeping a conversation with her so she won’t fall asleep.

“I need you to keep talking to me, okay baby? Keep talking,” I said after watching her eyes get heavy. “Hurts,” she said right before slipping away and passing out.

“Y/n? No, y/n, stay up!” I said as I fastened my process before she looses too much blood. I’d she dies, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. I made her go out, far from her guards to fight her.

I’ve always said that if I had the chance to kill her, I would but that’s a lie. Just a big fucking lie. I can’t do that to her. She’s one of the kindest, most responsible, and most thoughtful people I’ve met. I really fucked up…

“Guess I didn’t die,” I heard y/n say as she leaned up on the bed I laid her on. “Yeah, I guess,” I said as I quickly got up and walked to the side of the bed. “Hey, hey, chill out,” I said as I leaned her back to check her wound.

“Why are you carrying for me? Didn’t you want to fight me? Maybe even kill me?” She asked after slapping my hand away from her. “Hey!” I slightly shouted as I grabbed her wrist. She tried tugging away but I tugged back to get her to stop.

“Listen! You’re hurt and your people would probably kill me and think I shot you if they find your lifeless body bled out,” I said then pushed her wrist away and went back to slowly pull the big patch I placed on her.

“It sent Straight through so that’s good. I didn’t know until I started patching you up. You’ll heal within a few months but it takes a good year to get back to your normal self,” I said. “A year!?” She yelled.

“Chill, okay? I’ll take care of you and shit,” I said, making her laugh. “You? Take care of me? Yeah, it’s hard to feel comfortable around someone who got me in this situation!” She yelled at me.

“I didn’t mean to get you shot! I just want to put you in your place and-“ I tried finishing. “Put me in my place? And what is that? Ruin what I and my people had going on for hundreds of years. We were doing good with and without you,” she said.

“You need us,” I said as I leaned over her to intimidate her but she leaned up. I can tell that she was in pain but she kept a straight face because that’s who she is. She’s strong. That’s what I like about her…

“You don’t scare me, Mr. Blake, so don’t lean into my face and not do anything about-“She went to get aggressive but I cut her off by smashing my lips onto hers. She instantly stops talking. My eyes are shut but I can tell she’s looking at me with wide shocked eyes.

I slowly lifted my hand up to place my hand on her cheek but she quickly gripped my wrist, stopping me. I kept my hand up, not giving up until she slowly let my wrist go, allowing me to place my hand on her face.

Now she’s kissing me back and I can’t tell she’s probably never kissed anyone. She’s not bad or anything, but she’s flinching at new things I do like moving my tongue, she’s breathing heavily, and seems very needy.

“You done being mad at me now?” I asked as she kept her lips on mine, kissing me in want. “Shut up and kiss me,” she said as she pulled my face into hers. I did. as told and pushed her down on the bed and hovered over her.

Her small whines are the most beautiful thing I’ve heard. I love how needy, whiny, and sloppy she kisses me. How could I be so mean to someone like her? She’s perfect.

Minutes into making out with her, I went to trace my hand down to her lower body but someone started punching in codes. I quickly got off of her as she quickly leaned up, snapping out of what we were doing.

“Stay back,” I said as I got in front of the bed to cover her and defend her if they try grabbing and experimenting on her again until the door opened to Clarke. “Bell,” she said under her breath as she sped over to me and jumped into my arms.

“I thought I lost you. We thought you ran away,” she said as I placed her down, not really comfortable with her wrapping her legs around me, right after I just got through making out with y/n.

“No, no, I was just out with y/n and then these people fucking-“ I went to say but she cut me off. “What were you doing with y/n alone? How did you even get her alone without her guards?” Clarke asked like she was upset.

“That’s not the issue right now. The issue is, is that she got shot and they didn’t give her proper treatment,” I said as I walked over to y/n to show Clarke what I’m talking about.

She walked over, seeming like she didn’t really care. “I tried my best but it’s not enough,” I said. “You touch her? Aren’t you like not allowed to? She barely had a shirt on,” Clarke said, focusing on the wrong things.

“Well if I didn’t, she would have bled out, Clarke,” I said with a tone, pissed off that she’s so worried about how I’m taking care of y/n like me and her are dating. Clarke is just another girl to me. Nothing else.

“Where’s the rest?” I asked Clarke so we could end this conversation that was going absolutely nowhere. “Making sure the guards don’t try attacking the people helping the people that are caged up,” she said. They caged people here?

“They’ll explain to you. Let’s go,” she said, trying to pull me with her but I yanked my hand away. “We have to take y/n,” I said as I looked at her with a disappointed look.

“She says she’s strong right? She can get up and get home herself,” Clarke said. “Nah, I think you can,” I said, causing Clarke’s eyes to widen. “You should go,” I said then began to help y/n get up.

Clarke stormed out as I paid no mind to whatever she was fussing about. “You should have told me you had a partner,” y/n said. “She’s not,” I replied. “Doesn’t seem like it,” she said as she backed up from me.

“I can walk myself,” she said then began walking. “Wait, y/n, it’s not what you think, okay? She’s into me. I’m not into her,” I explained. “But she still felt comfortable saying those things about me. You’re clearly showing her something,” she said as she limped out of the room.

I stayed silent and still in the room, cussing myself out that I had something with Clarke. She just fucked up what I and y/n could have probably had. I should have known she’d be like this.

Before I even pressed my lips onto hers, I thought about how all the women would feel about me and y/n being a thing. Clarke was the first to come to mind since she’s the more jealous type. The others have other people so they don’t need me.

SKIP SEVERAL MONTHS

3rd persons pov

It’s been months since y/n’s been shot and she’s doing pretty well. She still works out, trains, and talks to Bellamy but she never dares to speak about what happened between them in that room.

She respected Clarke and Bellamy’s non-realistic relationship and Bellamy respect how angry she was at him. He understood how uncomfortable she could have felt in that situation once Clarke started acting a certain way toward her for no reason.

Bellamy still tried to make small moves but it never really goes anywhere. They haven’t kissed each other since that day. The furthest it’s gone is touched around her clothing to ease her into him but she can’t forget how he made out with her and seconds later, Clarke came in like they’ve been dating for years.

Today’s y/n’s birthday and Bellamy just found out that the grounders don’t celebrate birthdays since they use to lose track of times before the sky people came down.

Bellamy is currently in y/n's room, decorating the place with old birthday decorations he found around the place. They had moved into the mountain men’s home after every one of them fled with suits to go someplace else, scared that the sky people and grounders would come after them for murder.

“She’s back from hunting in a few minutes,” Murphy said as he walked into the room. “Good, and her guards won’t be sticking their noses around, right?” Bellamy asked. “Nope, so you’re good,” he said.

“You really like her, huh? What happened?” He asked as he looked around the room, seeing how much work Bellamy put into it. bellamy was the one to even set up her furniture when they moved in a few months ago.

“I don’t know. It’s like, right after she got shot, I noticed that I’d missed something about her a little too much,” Bellamy said as he sat down on y/n's bed and looked down at the ground.

“I knew you didn’t hate her. It’s easy to tell,” Murphy said. “I read this book that was published back in 2023 and they said that people tend to get more annoyed about people that care about. That’s you to y/n,” Murphy said which is definitely true.

“She’s here!” Monty and Jasper yelled through Murphy’s Walkie-Talkie. “Good luck and don’t be you please,” Murphy joked as he made his way out of the room.

Bellamy chuckled as he got up and walked to the corner of her room so that y/n wouldn't see him when she first walks in. He wants to see her reaction. He loves watching her smile.

“Why is my door open!?” Y/n yelled throughout the hallways. Dammit Murphy. “Hello?” Y/n asked before peaking around the corner to the surprise in her room.

“Oh,” she said confused but slightly amazed. She’s never seen decorations like this before. “Who did this,” she said under he breathe as she took a step into her room with a smile on her face. Just what Bellamy wanted to see. He's never seen her smile this bright.

“I knew you’d like it,” Bellamy said, making her jump a little. “Bellamy!” She shouted then covered her mouth. “You like it, right?” He asked as he slowly walked towards her. “Yes, I actually do,” she said. You could see her blushing.

“Good, because it took me a couple of hours to find everything and put it up,” He smiled down at her. “Thank you,” she said as she began to scan the place and walk around. He can tell she really loves it.

“You know, y/n. I’ve been thinking. A lot. I know we use to be enemies-“ Bellamy said but she cut me off. “You use to be mine. I never hated you but go on,” she joked.

“Yes, yes, I know,” He chuckled. “But after that day in the room, I felt something. I’ve always felt it but it never came out until then. That’s the day I couldn’t force being angry at you or having some type of hatred towards you,” Bellamy said as she turned around and he walked towards her.

“Y/n, I really like you and I’m sorry Clarke said those things about you but I don’t like her. I don’t see anything with her. But I do see something with you,” Bellamy said. He softly grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes.

“So, could we please start over? Start something with each other?” I asked. “Bellamy…” she said as she pulled her hands back. “I can’t. You and Clarke have known each other for a while. I think she’s best for you,” she said.

“But I don’t want her. I don’t feel anything for,” Bellamy said as y/n shook her head with a chuckle. “She still talks about you. She’s obsessed and loves you,” y/n said.

“She doesn’t love me. She just hates the fact that I love you and now her. I’ve never loved her. I barely ever liked her,” Bellamy said making y/n shake her head.

“Yeah, that’s not what she keeps saying. Apparently, you guys have been secretly dating for years and still sneak around at night in your room or go off somewhere where no one will see you,” y/n said, making Bellamy’s blood boil.

“And who the fuck has she been saying this shit to?” Bellamy asked. “Me, Monty, Jasper, and maybe a few other girls,” Y/n said. “Well, that shit isn’t true. She just wants you away from me, that’s all,” Bellamy said, trying to softly grab y/n hands again but she backed up towards her bed.

“Look, we can’t work out, okay? It’s not going to happen,” she said. “Why? Why can’t it work?” Bellamy asked with a tone, getting tired of excuses and other people getting in the way between him and her.

“Because Bellamy! I don’t want you! You’re too different from me,” she said. “What are you talking about? No one who’s together is exactly the same, y/n,” Bellamy said as he stepped towards her.

“You’re not for me, Bellamy so just- Just leave, Bellamy,” y/n said but he didn’t listen. “Y/n, you’re perfect for me. I love how different you are,” Bellamy said as he went to grab her waist slowly but she slapped his hands away, shocking him.

Y/n walked passed Bellamy to get out of his face since he won’t get out of hers but he quickly grabbed her from the back and pulled her away from the door.

“Let me go!” Y/n yelled at Bellamy. Bellamy threw y/n on the bed and then quickly ran over to her door, shutting and locking the door so that she’ll listen and stay where he wants her at. With him.

“Bellamy, what are you doing?” Y/n asked, annoyed that he can’t just leave her alone. Why does he fight so much for her? Why does someone like her so much? She’s not someone who’s likable like this.

“I’m here to show you love, y/n. I fucking love you and you know that. That’s why you’re pushing me away. You think you’re gonna hurt me or some crazy shit but you’re not. What’s going to hurt me, is if you don’t accept me and love me back. I know you like my touch and presence,” Bellamy said as he made his way toward her.

“No, no, no! No, Bellamy! I-l don’t love you! I don’t!” Y/n yelled at him as she rushed her hands through her hair and rubbed her face, stressed that this is happening. She can’t run like usual. He’s got her trapped.

“Stop lying, y/n. It’s getting annoying and makes you look more pathetic,” Bellamy said, getting angry. “Pathetic!? You’re pathetic! You have to trap a woman in a room to force her to love you,” y/n said.

“I don’t have to force shit, and you know that. You fucking know it, so stop lying!” Bellamy growled at her as he grabbed her wrist tightly. “I’m tired of you fucking lying and denying. Admit it. Admit it now!” He yelled in her face, shocking her.

“No,” she firmly said, hating the dominance someone like him can show over her. She’s never felt any kind of dominance against her but from Bellamy. She can’t seem to function right with him talking to her like this.

“Get on the bed,” he demanded after letting her hand go, giving her a chance to listen. “No,” she said, once again with a tone, trying to stand her ground until Bellamy picked her up and threw her on her bed.

Bellamy kept his silence as y/n began to yell at him. He didn’t care. He wanted to shut her for once and make her submit. He wants to get rid of the lies and excuses.

“Bellamy, what are you doing!?” Y/n finally asked after noticing Bellamy’s shirt off. She’s never seen Bellamy with his shirt off. She’s seen his built-under wet clothes hut never more. This is a lot for her.

“You like the clothes I gave you in a box? They’re perfect for you,” Bellamy said, making y/n think. Murphy, Monty, and Jasper said that they gave y/n the box so she’d have the best up-kept clothes since she’s the leader of her people. Now she’s finding out Bellamy chose them all.

That explains the revealing parts, her panties, and bra that seemed a bit too pretty for Monty, Jasper, and especially Murphy to pick out for her. She knew they’d never do that.

“Y-You picked these out?” She asked, knowing the answer already. “Of course I did. Otherwise, I’d have a talk with Murphy about what he picked out for you,” Bellamy smirked at y/n as he slowly climbed onto the bed.

“Now will you finally let me taste you? I bet you’re sweet as a fresh berry,” Bellamy said as he tugged on y/n shorts. She tried slapping at his hands but she’s not really fighting him like she should be.

“Look at that… You look so cute in these tiny little panties,” Bellamy said after getting her shorts off. She tried covering herself up but it was not enough. Bellamy laughed at her attempt as he began to pull her panties down, so focused on what he’s been dying to see.

“Fuck, you’re wetter than I could’ve imagined,” he said under his breath. She had shaved today in the shower for the first time ever. She grew up thinking shaving wasn’t even a thing until Bellamy’s sister gave her something for her birthday.

“No one’s ever touched you here, haven’t they? Tell me I’m the first, baby, and I’ll treat so you right. Better than your people. I’ll worship you more than anyone else can, baby,” Bellamy said, becoming full of lust by the second.

“Bellamy, I can’t,” y/n has snapped out of what felt like a dream, angering Bellamy. “I’m tired of this shit,” he said as he quickly parted y/n’s legs and dived in without warning, lapping his tongue around her floss and clit faster than she could blink.

“Bellamy!” Y/n moaned loudly at the foreigner feeling. She’s never touched herself in any type of way down there so everything she’s feeling feels too great for her. She’s too sensitive.

“P-Please, Bellamy! Oh my!” She cried out, feeling her nerves hit her and her clit swell up. Bellamy began to suck any and everything he could reach. She grew wet, only making Bellamy eat her out sloppier.

“I-I-I can’t Bellamy! I can’t!” She kept crying and shaking as she felt her stomach tighten. She’s never felt this before. She thinks she’s about to pee on Bellamy’s face but Bellamy knows he’s about to take the sweetest thing he could possibly taste.

“Cum in my mouth, baby,” Bellamy said, and right after, y/n released all over his mouth and chest as she shook and rolled her eyes back. The moan she let out felt like music to Bellamy’s ears. He’s never heard of anyone so beautiful before.

Bellamy backed away and hovered over y/n watching her eyes shut and her body shiver from the new feeling she just received.

Bellamy began to take his jeans off as y/n lay there a whining mess, not being able to shake off the orgasm she just had.

“Work with me and I’ll go slow. Resist and I’ll put you in your place, princess,” Bellamy said as she slowly moved in between y/n’s legs, triggering her kind as she felt his bare skin. Her eyes widen in shock at his size.

“B-Bellamy, what are you doing? What is this? What is that?” Y/n asked, feeling a bit scared even though she knows Bellamy would never hurt her in any kind of way.

“It’s yours, princess, and the only right thing to do with it is to get to know it and soak it with your heavenly sent sweet juice,” Bellamy said as he brushed his tip against her entrance to watch her jump a little.

“Let’s see who’ll win this fight,” Bellamy said right before pushing balls deep into her cunt as she screamed and scratched at his chest and abs, feeling the pain but pleasure.

“N-No, this is too much!” She whined as she tried pushing away from Bellamy but he’s not waiting any longer. Bellamy gripped y/n’s neck, placed his hand next to her ok the bed to keep himself up, and began to thrust.

“Bellamy, Bellamy! Fuck, please! Please, Bell,” y/n moaned loudly, surprised at her language and the nickname she called him. “What’s wrong baby? You can finally not take something?” He laughed in her face.

“You’ve been stabbed, shot, thrown off of hills I heard and you can’t take a cock?” Bellamy teased as he sped his thrust. “You can’t take a simple fucking cock, but you can take all of this other shit!?” He shouted at her.

“You’re so pathetic,” growled in her face as her eyes rolled back and her moans got trapped by his tighter grip around her neck. “And you’re about to cum? Didn’t know you were a little slut to degrading, with the title you hold,” Bellamy chuckled as she squeezed his cock.

“I-I’m not,” she whined, which broke into a moan as she came around Bellamy’s thick cock. “Fuck, yes. Cum on my fucking cock and I might treat you better when I fuck your little body,” Bellamy grinned down at her.

“Bellamy,” y/n moaned as she softly grabbed his face and fucked up onto him. Oh, you’re horny? You like it, huh?” Bellamy asked, very surprised that she’s feel comfy with this so fast.

“Y-Yes, I like it,” she whined. Y/n tried pushing Bellamy to the side but he was too strong. He watched her struggle until he let her overpower him and climb onto him.

“Oh, shit,” Bellamy said shocked as y/n grabbed his cock and lined herself up to her own entrance until she dropped down on him with a loud moan. “Fuuuucck!” Bellamy bucked his knees.

“So sexy,” Bellamy growled as he pulled y/n’s shirt and bra off. “Ride me, baby,” Bellamy said. Y/n didn’t waste any time to start. The moans leaving her mouth were nonstop. Her rhythm is as well.

“You ride so good baby. All of that adrenaline in this sexy little body, coming to life,” Bellamy wrapped his large hands around her waist to help her. He gave her ass some smacks here and there, only making her sex drive higher.

“Never knew your tits were so beautiful,” Bellamy grabbed one for a few seconds then began to pinch her nipple to give y/n a better feeling. “Bell,” she moaned as she leaned down in his face.

“Right there,” he said, feeling his orgasm right around the corner. She stuffed his mouth with y/n’s free nipple and began sucking, only having her cum for the 3rd time with a wilder shake.

She still tried to ride him but soon stopped as Bellamy held her down with one of his hands on her waist. Bellamy groaned loudly as he released a big load into y/n. He’s never shaken before. But this time it felt too good to hold still.

Both pulled each other closer together as they rode out their orgasm together.

After cleaning each other up and talking about what the two should do further, they decided to officially be something.

Y/n had to explain to Bellamy that if she were to date someone, within a month, they’ll have to do a traditional marriage because of her title of the leader.

Bellamy couldn’t have had better news said to him. It was one thing for him to be her boyfriend but officially making her his is something he thought he’d have to wait years for. No, he doesn’t.

Y/n and Bellamy lived life to be the best couple anyone could have imagined. They’ve grown both of their people closer and helped generations of people understand that no one is truly your enemy unless you make them out to be.

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venuscameron · 7 days

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distraction. ┆ bellamy blake.

the camp was quiet, everyone was fast asleep or near it, which made the walk to bellamy’s office feel that much more eerie

the closer you got the more you could hear the soft sound of his fingers tapping against the keyboard and the scribble of a pen on paper, which indicated he was still very much busy

“what are you doing up,” he asked, his voice tired as he spoke, shrugging your shoulders you turn to look behind you, making sure no one saw as you stepped inside of his office

bellamy’s back to typing on his computer so he doesn’t see as you close and lock the door before skipping over to where he was sitting, taking a seat on the edge of his desk you grab one of his pens from the table and start twirling it around

“can’t sleep?” he questions, still typing, and you nod, “yeah,”

he looks up and gives a sad smile, reaching over and placing his hand over your bare thigh, giving it a small squeeze, “m’ sorry, baby,”

“i’ll be done with this soon,” he adds, “what is it anyway?”

bellamy leans back in his chair with a sigh, bringing his hand to rub over his temple, “nothing, sweetheart.”

“confidential..” you say simply as you hop off the desk and walk over to him, trailing your fingers along his chair until you’re standing directly behind him

bellamy laughs dryly, “something like that.”

once you’re standing directly behind him, you bring your hands from the chair to his shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze, he lets out a soft grunt and leans further back into the chair, closing his eyes

leaning forward you bring your lips to the side of his neck, pressing a soft kiss to the skin working your way up to the bottom his ear, “i’ve missed you.”

bellamy sighs, bringing his hand to yours that was on his shoulder, squeezing it as he turns his head to look up at you,

“i’ve missed you,” he whispers back, and you smile, leaning down and pressing your lips to his

the kiss started out as soft and tender, almost as if the both of you were too afraid of deepening it, but the longer the two of you sat that way, the stronger the urge for him got

and soon enough, he ended up pulled away from his desk, with you on his lap, knees pressed against the leather seat, his hands on your hips to keep you balanced as you bounced relentlessly on his cock,

your head is thrown back, bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you tried your best to keep the lewd noises he was pulling from you to a minimum level

“fuck -- you’re so tight,” bellamy hisses — his head drops and his hazy eyes focus on the way you’re sucking him in further with each drop of your hips,

“bellamy,” his name falling from your lips in a pant as you look down at him; he looked gorgeous, his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration as he stared down at you with half lidded eyes, with dark curls sticking to his forehead

“that’s it,” he huffs, voice horsed, “doing so good, bouncing on me like that.”

between his filthy words and the squelching sound of your pussy as you were getting closer and closer to your high, the knot in your stomach tightening as you whimpered

you’re digging your nails into the firm muscles of his biceps, hips rolling and grinding against him, “please,”

your legs were beginning to feel weak and your movements slowed, bellamy brought his hands to your waist, using his strength to lift your body up and down, continuing the same rhythm, he looks up at you with a cocky smirk,

“already got your legs weak, huh?”

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Wax Play

Request: Yes / No Kinktober day 7!

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John Murphy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1926

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name

Prompt(s): Wax Play

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“Baby?” I hesitantly asked.

“Are you here?” I added as I made my way into the apartment. I quickly became disappointed when there was no answer. He didn’t come… I sighed and thought about going to get a bottle of wine. I tossed my keys to the side and went to go turn on the lights. A hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging hard until I lost my balance. I fell into a warm solid body. A moment later a I was moving again, disoriented in the dark, until I felt my back touch the wall and the body pressed tightly into me. My hands were trapped behind me, both of them being held by one fist. The person’s head dropped down and sharp teeth nipped at my earlobe.

“Hello, Kitten.” His voice whispered.

“Hey, baby…” I breathed out. He stilled and pushed into me a bit harder.

“What was that?” He asked, an edge to his tone.

“Hello, Sir.” I corrected myself.

“That better, Kitten.” He said. His mouth trailed down from my ear to my neck, placing soft kisses against my skin. I tilted my head to the side to give him better access and sighed happily. I hardly noticed when he brought my hands to my front. I did notice when he locked some cuffs around my wrists, a short chain between them which meant I could still move, but not much.

“I love that you said to put the coat hooks here, so helpful for hanging up our jackets and… other things.” He smirked. He lifted my arms above my head and hooked them just over my head, my elbows bent and dangling on either side of my temples. He then kissed me, his mouth slicked over mine, tongue invading as his hands got to work on the buttons of my shirt. He slid his hands around my ribs. They travelled up to cup my breasts, thumb flicking over my nipples through my bra. There were little electrical pulses being sent through my body. I was frustrated that I couldn’t touch him too, so I nipped at the tip of his tongue. He jerked back and grined down at me evilly.

“Are you sure you want to go down that road, Kitten?” He asked. ‘Sorry Sir’ drifted through my mind for a moment, but instead I raised an eyebrow at him and tugged on my restraints. His grin widened.

“You want it that bad, Kitten? Too bad. We’re going at my pace, and I want to inspect what’s mine.” He paused and looked me up and down.

“Speaking of inspections, were you a good girl?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” I answered.

“Let’s see, shall we?” He asked. He stepped back a bit and then his hands on my hips turned me around. It was awkward with my hands locked above me, but I managed. He reached around and popped open the button of my jeans. He tugged the zipper down incredibly slow. He ran his fingers beneath the gap between my waistband and my skin before slipping my jeans over my hips. He helped me out of them, but left my heels on. His hands ran back up my legs to my ass. I wasn’t wearing underwear, just as he instructed me this morning.

“Hmmm…” He hummed. His hands kneaded and squeezed my ass.

“Oh good girl, Kitten.” He said. His fingers wiggled the jewlled plug I put in, just as he asked this morning.

“How has it felt wearing this all day, knowing no one else knew about it, but me, hmm, Kitten?” He teased.

“G-Good, Sir.” I answered.

“Did it make you wet?” He asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. He slid his fingers forward until they could feel just how soaked I was.

“Fuck, Kitten.” He moaned slightly. I mewed and arched my back, hoping he might slide his fingers inside and ease the ache. My clit was pulsing and twitching, but he didn’t touch either. He went back to the plug, fingers grasping it lightly.

“You like feeling this inside you?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir. But-”

“But what?” He cut me off.

“But I-I would like it out now please, Sir?” I asked.

“Would you?” He asked, starting to pull, slowly increasing the pressure. I winced and widened my stance, using my muscles to help him until it slid free. I hissed, feeling my asshole contract, throbbing slightly. At least it was out now… My relief was short lived.

“No Kitten, I don’t think so, not yet.” He said. The metal plug was hot from my body when it nudged at my asshole again. I umpleasently moaned and went to step away, but I couldn’t go anywhere. A sharp slap on my ass stopped me in my tracks.

“Stay still!” He ordered. I grit my teeth, but held still as he pressed forward until the plug slid inside once again. He then eased it out again, and in, and out, and in… I whined in protest, but it hardly hurt anymore.

“Let’s just leave this in for right now, shall we Kitten?” He asked with a smirk. He pressed on the plug one last time, my ass accepted it easily.

“Come on, then.” He reached up and unhooked me. He lowered my arms until they rested in front of me, still locked together. I’d only been hooked up for a few minutes, but my shoulders and upper arms were feeling sore. He curled a finger around the chain and turned me around, tugging me forward. I followed him clumsily as he flicked on the light in our room. I blinked, trying to adjust to the light. There were restraints casually resting along the bed, a wand, and a blindfold.

I tried not to smile, but this was amazing. He led me to the bed and took a moment to uncoff on hand so he could take off my shirt and bra. He pushed my hands back above my head and used one of the restraints to secure them to the headboard. Restraints went around both my ankles and tied them to the bottom of the bed. My legs were spread wide open and he had full access. He picked up the blindfold and covered my eyes.

“Green?” He asked.

“Green, Sir.” I whispered back. He secured the blindfold against my head. I felt a firm hand on the inside of my thigh before it was replaced with a cool hardness of the wand. It dug into me slightly as John tied it to my thigh with another restraint. He adjusted it, making sure it was tight up against my clit, then started it.

I flexed at the low buzz, but he barely turned it on. It was more of a tickling sensation, nothing that would get me off. I pouted, but kept my complaints to myself. A warm hand started roaming over my body, up the inside of my legs, down the curve of my waist, and around the curve of my breasts. A hand found it’s way around my throat, squeezing once gently before coming up to cup my cheek. He roughly kissed my lips and it took my breath away. He pulled back and I longed for his hand to be back on my neck. I wondered where he was going to touch me next.

Instead he turned the wand up a few levels. My breath hitched from the abrupt change. My thighs flexed, wanted to close, but I couldn’t. A cold touch ran upp the arch of my foot. I jerked my foot, but couldn’t move it much. Another touch, but this time along the inside of my upper arm. It was cold and wet. Ice…

I wasn’t sure if I enjoyed it or not. It made my muscles twitch and jerk, and with the wand turned up almost as high as it would go, my body was ridgid. I wanted to cum so bad.

“Don’t you dare, Kitten. Not without permission.” He said.

“Can I cum, Sir?” I asked instently.

“No.” He answered just as fast.

I gave a frustrated groan, pulling at my restraints. I pictured him holding the ice cube as he glided it over my warm skin. I was panting, trying to guess where he would glide it next. I cried out when he circled my nipple instead of running it up my inner thigh.

“Please can I cum, Sir?” I begged.

“No.” He answered.

“Please?” I begged more. He didn’t answer, just turned the vibrator up higher.

I yelped and arched my back, pressing my head into the softness of the sheets. Ice ran down my left sife, along my upper arm. It moved across my collar bones down my forehead, and along the bridge of my nose. The streaks of cold were bringing goosebumps all over my body.

Suddenly there was a soft drop onto my stomach. I though it was a drop of water from the ice cube, until my brain registered the scorching heat. Candle wax… I gasped and my stomach muscles tensed, but I was almost immediately distracted by the ice going down my left cheek. Another burn met my left breast and the ice traveled up to the center of my palm. Heat scorched my pubic mound and chills ran up my right foot. A drop of burning wax found it’s way to the inside of my knee. The want was demanding my attention each time I tensted.

“Please! Please, please, please, Sir, please can I cum, please?” I begged.

“Cum.” He ordered me as three drops of hot wax met my skin. One on my hip, my stomach, and directly on my nipple. I screamed as an oragsm ripped through me at the same time the hot pain radiated across my skin. He stopped the wand and pulled it away along with my other restraints. He pushed himself between my lets and pressed the ice cube to my clit. He was holding it there as he thrusted in and out. I was incredibly sensitive from cumming and fought against him. He held me still as he pressed the ice cube harder against me.

I throbbed at the cold ache mixed with the pleasure of his cock dragging over my g-spot. My arms were still trapped above my head. I could do nothing but take it. My clit pulsed in overstimulation, but unable to escape the ice. My eyes widened under the blindfold as I realized I was going to cum again.

“Cumming!” I gasped, unable to form a full sentence. John let go of my leg and ripped the blindfold off of me, still holding the ice cube in place.

“Cum.” He ordered and kissed me. John groaned into my mouth and I felt him filling me up.

“Oh fuck!” He groaned as he pulled back. John drop on me and I felt grounded by his weight. After a moment he got off me and letme out of the cuffs. He pulled me into his chest and pealed off the bits of dried wax.

“You alright, Y/N?” He asked.

“Mmhmm.” I hummed.

“We’ll get up and shower in a minute, okay?” He asked.

“Mmm.” I hummed.

“Words baby, yes? No?” He asked.

“Mmm.” I hummed again, I couldn’t really do much.

“I take it you like it then? Since I’ve rendered you speechless?” He asked. I nodded as I was half asleep. John kissed my head and held me close.

“Just relax a bit then we’ll shower.” He whispered and I nodded.

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twirlywhirlywriting · 7 months

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What Would I Do Without You?

I finally did it!!! This was definitely a challenge for me as a writer. I am mostly used to female submissives so this was a huge change! I hope you all like it, I worked really hard on it! Here you go, my loves, submissive John Murphy!

Title: What Would I Do Without You?

TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut, Sub!Murphy x Dom!/Reader, Reader’s POV, Fem Reader, Use of Y/N, Cussing, Soft Dom, Mistress Kink, Obedience, Reassurance, Strip Tease, Kissing, Praise, Fingering, Oral (f receiving), P in V (unprotected), Orgasms, Soft Edging (literally one time), Handjob, Slight Mess, Aftercare, Mentions of Love

The first thing that I need to point out before telling you anything, is that John Murphy is mine. He is the love of my life, he is my best friend, he is my baby. He’s my submissive, my fuck toy, my good boy, just mine. I know that when you look at us, we seem like any other “power couple” who are really just giant assholes who don’t care about anyone else but each other. But really, he’s just trying to give the people what they want, and well, I can’t help myself from being protective of him and his feelings.

The only reason he is being so forceful in making everyone take off those stupid wristbands is because no one wants the fuckers who put us down here to follow us. We don’t deserve to be prisoners. We are lucky none of us are 18, otherwise we’d all be dead anyways. But they put us on this dropship without our permission. They are the ones who didn’t know if they were killing us or not. And now we have the entire Earth to ourselves. The last thing that any of us want is for those stupid assholes to follow us down and take control again, or worse, call us criminals again. We deserve this whole goddamn Earth to ourselves, we were the ones who were going to die for it if it turned out to be uninhabitable anyway.

Most people understand this and are happy to take off the damn wristband-tracker-whatever the fuck they are. If everyone on the Ark thinks we died, they won’t follow us and we will finally be free. But Clarke and her stupid boy toy followers are making things way harder than they need to be. They’re being dicks to John, my John. I can’t stand it.

“Stop it, Murphy! Everyone, you have to stop taking those off, the Ark has to know we’re alive!” Clarke screams at John over the fire. Maybe he is being a little bit intense, not letting anyone get dinner until they allow him to remove the wristband. But it’s for their own good! How can that bitch not see that?

“No one wants the Ark to know we’re alive, Clarke. We want to be free. We deserve to be free.” He retorts, then turns to everyone, “Do you want to be the Ark's prisoners again? For doing nothing? For saving their asses and getting nothing in return?” He yells, and everyone around boos at Clarke; she and Wells look like they’re about to pop their top.

She grabs a piece of meat anyways and starts eating, then glares at him. “No rules, right? Screw you, Murphy.” His eyes look like he’s ready to kill her, but I know that look. When he looks murderous, he’s really just sad, or scared, or something. Maybe angry too, maybe a bit murderous, but mostly sad. And that makes me fume.

I hand my food to John and stand up. Yanking the food back from Clarke, I step right up to her and get in her face. “You know you can’t do that shit. Chaos is good, but you’re just being fucking stupid. He’s helping people, whether you realize it or not. You, Wells, and Finn can all just go on your merry fucking way and find your own food. We’ll get your wristbands later.” She looks like she’s about to throw a punch, but Finn stops her and pulls her away. I’m still fuming, who does she think she is? Finn is right, she is a fucking princess. Wells and Clarke think they get to decide all the rules just because his Daddy and her Mommy are in charge up there. Well, they’re fucking wrong.

As I sit back down, John gives me back my food. We are both still so pissed off at the whole situation, and not just because of right now. Clarke and those stupid boys are always getting in John’s way. They truly think they can lead us! While I sit here thinking about how fucked up it is, John grabs my hand and brings it up to his lips, planting the softest kiss. I know he’s trying to calm me down, even though he’s just as mad as I am. He’s so fucking sweet. He could be ready to kill someone and when he looks at me or touches me, it is always so soft and loving. He treats me like a queen no matter how he feels.

I smile at him and when I catch his eyes, I can tell he needs a break. He is trying so hard to keep his cool in front of everyone, but I can tell the frustration of the day and that encounter is getting to him. I quickly shove the last bite of food into my mouth and lead him to our tent with his hand in mine. I’m going to take all of his thoughts and make them melt away, I know just what to do.

The second we get inside, he asks, “Am I doing something wrong?” and I shake my head and smile at him, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. You may think he likes to take charge with the way he acts around other people, but you’d have it all wrong. He needs the release of not having to make choices. To listen to someone else for a change, have someone else be responsible for him when no one is watching.

“No baby boy, nothing wrong at all. You’re perfect.” I kiss him on the lips, then kiss both of his cheeks, and when I look into his eyes again, I can’t take it. He’s just so hot, standing there and waiting to react to my every move. I kiss him again, harder this time, moving my hands up under his shirt a little to glide my hands along his stomach and chest. He grabs me by my waist and kisses me back deeply, stifling a small moan. I know he wants me. I grin and look up to him, putting my hand on his cheek softly. “What does my good boy want, hm?”

He bites his lip and looks into my eyes, knowing just the right words to say. “I want to make you feel good, Mistress. I just want to feel you all over me. I want to feel you on my hands, my lips, my tongue, I want to please you with every part of me.” It’s hard for me to keep my composure when he says such yummy words.

“And you can have me. But not yet. Sit on the bed, for now you only get to watch.” He immediately obeys, sitting on the bed with his eyes glued to me. I slowly take off my shirt, much slower than normal, feeling his eyes look over every inch of my stomach, my ribs, my tits, my collarbone and neck, and finally my face again. With my pants, it’s the same thing. I turn around this time though, giving him a full view as I bend over and let him watch every part of my ass and legs become exposed. I peel my underwear off too, giving him just a quick peek of my pussy before standing up and turning around again.

Instead of letting him touch me like he asked for, I smirk at him, trailing my hands up my stomach and start squeezing my tits, then trailing my fingertips around my nipples until they get hard. I love watching him practically drool, watching his pants get tight, his hands grabbing onto the sheets to stop himself from leaping up and grabbing me.

I move a hand down my stomach, across my hips, parting my legs just enough to let my hand slip between them. I keep one hand squeezing my tit and sometimes pinching my nipple, letting the other hand glide along my slit, then I start to slowly rub my clit. I lean my head back and moan, wondering just how much this is killing him and enticing him to watch. After maybe a minute or so, I pull my hand back up, stare straight into his eyes, and lick the wetness off of my fingers. His face flushes, and I ask him, “What is it? Do you want a taste too?”

He stumbles over his words as though he couldn’t get them out fast enough, “Yes, Mistress, please let me taste you.” It makes me feel so warm inside when he says these things. Of course, I’ll give him what he wants. I walk towards him, put a foot up onto the bed to give him a better view, and slide a single finger inside of myself. When I pull it out, it’s glistening. It’s fucking teasing me to do this too, but I love seeing how much he wants me.

“Open.” I demand as I put my finger up to his lips, and he does so immediately. I slide my finger in his mouth, and he is happy to suck my finger clean. “Good boy, you are so patient. You get to touch me now.” I lay down onto the bed, “Whatever you want to do to start with, baby, you earned it.”

He climbs on top of me, kissing my neck oh so gently, it almost tickles. He works his way down to my chest, and as he does so, his kisses become more erratic and have more pressure. He gets to my tits, and uses his tongue to circle my nipple, using a hand to follow suit on my other nipple. I close my eyes to fully enjoy the sensations, combing my fingers through his hair as he does this.

After a little bit of this, I feel my wetness and the tingle of desire a bit too intensely. “Okay, I need you on my pussy, right now.” The end of my sentence is almost a growl, I didn’t realize how fucking wet I was until it hit me like a brick wall and I couldn’t wait a single second longer.

“Yes Mistress, of course.” He scoots back on the bed, wetting two of his fingers using my own juices, sliding one in and pumping a few times before adding the second. He starts kissing my clit, just warming me up as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in and out, just barely curling his fingers up at the last second of every thrust, only a whisper of a touch to my g-spot. Even with how soft he’s being, my breathing quickens. He’s not one to need too much direction on exactly how to please a woman. He doesn’t start off too fast, and he definitely knows where all the good spots are. Whether he’s naturally gifted, or if he’s practiced, I’ve never cared to ask. He’s all fucking mine and that’s the only thing that matters to me.

“You’re doing so good, baby, you’re such a good boy for me, that’s just right.” I coo at him, making sure every second that he knows just how good he’s making me feel.

His kisses on my clit slowly turn into kisses with tongue, and that turns into pressing his tongue into me with the tiniest of suction of his lips, letting go with a tiny pop every time. As his kisses change into this, his fingers start working faster, and the second he feels my g-spot swell, he starts fully curving them into that wonderful “come here” motion as he pumps them in and out of me. His tongue gets faster as well, consistent stimulation with suction every few seconds, it’s perfect. I grip the sheets with one hand and his hair in another, unable to control how loud or often I’m moaning. I can barely talk anymore, but I mumble out a “Good boy, just like that!”

It only takes a couple of minutes before my orgasm comes to the brink, my legs shaking and the world around me practically spinning as I hit my peak. When it calms down, I grip his hair tighter and pull him up to me in a sloppy kiss, both of us breathing heavily. “Am I making you feel good, Mistress? That was good?” He asks me, and my heart melts. He is probably the only guy in the world to make a girl cum that hard and not be full of himself about it. He wants reassurance that he’s doing things just how I like them. Fuck, I love him. He is going to be mine forever, I swear to God.

“Yes, you are doing so good, baby boy. I’m going to keep you mine forever. Understand?” I look into his eyes so that he knows that isn’t just pillow talk, that he really is mine. Forever.

He nods with more enthusiasm than I’ve ever seen, and responds with the same seriousness in his voice that I had in mine. “Yes Mistress, I’m all yours, forever. You own me.”

I give him one more kiss before switching our positions so that I’m on top of him now. “I need you to be inside me now.” I say as I slowly ease myself onto him, groaning as I feel the fullness inside of me. “It’s my turn to watch as you feel good, baby.” I say soothingly, before adding sternly, “now don’t you dare look away. I want to look into your eyes the whole time I’m making you feel good.”

He bites his lip and nods, almost immediately moaning as I start riding him, slowly at first, moving my hips up and down, then back and forth, then a mixture of them all, in a circle. I love watching the sweat slowly build in his hair, watching the muscles on his chest and abs clench as I make him feel so good. I place my hand on his chest to give me better leverage to go faster, faster, and stop right as I see he is starting to get closer to his orgasm.

Disappointment flickers in his eyes, but only for a moment, he knows I’m never going to fully deny him. He’s too beautiful and perfect to truly be mean. I lean down to give him a kiss, before whispering into his ear. “Now, you’re going to make me cum again. I’m going to stay still, and you are going to fuck me like this, exactly how I tell you to.”

“Yes Mistress, I want to make you cum on me. Please tell me what you want.” He begs and I groan quietly, he’s too fucking good.

I straighten back up and tell him to start off slow, which he does. He keeps his hands on my waist to help him gain leverage, and I trail my fingers along his chest and tell him constantly how good he’s doing, how much he’s pleasing me. I tell him to go faster, then to slow down, then to go deeper and harder, then faster, then slow again. He follows along with my words perfectly. I like to work myself up to the edge, not too fast, I want to enjoy every moment of this. But when I notice he is getting a little tired, I tell him to speed up and fuck me as hard as he can.

My nails dig into his chest as I cum, my head falling back as I moan and my legs squeeze against his sides, making it harder for him to continue fucking me but he pushes through. When I look back down at him I smile at his flushed face, “Stop, baby. You can stop. You are such a perfect fuck toy. Now it’s finally your turn.”

I start riding him again, keeping up with the quick pace and making sure I’m going all the way down, pushing all of him inside me with every hip thrust. I love watching him pant and whimper as he gets close to the edge. “Mistress, please, I-I-I’m close!” he says with urgency, and I get off of him and immediately jerk him off, keeping the pace as I watch him cum all over himself, biting my lip as I watch.

“Look at what a mess you’ve made, baby.” I tease, making him blush a little bit but he knows I’m not mad. I just love watching him make a mess everywhere, especially on himself. I quickly grab a rag and clean him up, first wiping the sweat off his brow and then cleaning up his chest.

I lay down next to him, propping myself up on my elbow. I kiss him all over his face, a million times practically, whispering in a soothing voice “You are such a good boy,” and “You did such a wonderful job,” and “It’s all over now baby, I love you so much.” and “I’ll be right here to care for you, always.” in between the kisses being peppered all over his face. He snuggles into me, and I am happy to hold him, regulating my own breathing in order to help him regulate his.

I stroke his hair, humming softly in a soothing lullaby I forgot the words to a long time ago, every once in a while kissing the top of his head. After a while, he looks up at me and asks, “Did you really mean it, that I’m yours forever? Because.. I want to be. I always want to be yours, Y/N. Always.”

I smile back at him, my heart melting all over again. “Whatever would I do without you, John? I love you.”

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sunnysoulzz · 7 months

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I haven’t even watched 4 eps of the 100 yet but I’m so inlove with Jasper :’) I need to write smut for him 👹👹👹

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 3 months

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Clarke Secretly Dating Raven’s Sibling

request: Can I please ask for Clarke Griffin x gn!reader where their relatiinship is a secret so they’d be more safe. Reader who’s also Raven’s sibling and one day/evening they and Clarke get caught by reader’s sister

prompts: none!

summary: your older sister raven has always been insanely overprotective, so you’re hesitant to tell her about your girlfriend, clarke. what happens when she finds out anyways?

warnings: none

word count: 449

a/n: gn!reader, reyes!reader, raven is older than reader, takes place before finn’s death, sorry it's so short!

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raven has always been overprotective of you

very overprotective

since siblings weren’t allowed on the ark, raven almost never let you out of her sight

she was always terrified something would happen to you

and she was right

one of her neighbors found out about your existence and reported it, causing you to get sent to earth with 99 other criminals

that’s where you met clarke

despite having never interacted with anyone but raven and being extremely terrified of socializing, you just felt drawn to her

something about her made you feel safe

clarke instantly took a liking to you, doing everything she could to protect you from the dangers of earth

not long after, the lines between friendship and something more began to blur

you had never been in a relationship before, everything was new and terrifying

but it was also the most exciting thing you’ve ever experienced

and everything was perfect (except for danger and death lurking at every corner, but you chose not to focus on that)

then raven crashes down to earth

and sudden everything changed

if you thought she was overprotective before, she was a whole new level of crazy now

raven followed you everywhere, not daring to let you out of her sight because she was so scared of losing you.

you were scared to tell her about your relationship with clarke, nervous that she wouldn’t react well

so you and clarke decided to keep it a secret, for your sake and hers

and things were going well

until they weren’t

you had fallen asleep in clarke’s arms in her tent, even though you were supposed to go back to the tent you shared with raven

when you failed to show up, raven panicked, searching every inch of the camp before she finally found you

“y/n! there you are! i’ve been looking all over for you, don’t scare me like that! what’re you doing here? oh.”

you smiled awkwardly, sitting up and reluctantly pulling away from clarke

“yeah. oh. uhh, raven this is clarke, my girlfriend.”

“how long has this been going on?”

“well, pretty much since we came to earth.”

“and you weren’t gonna tell me?!”

clarke huffed, sitting up too

“can you blame them? you’re like crazy overprotective. they thought you’d rip my head off or something.”

“that’s not off the table yet.”

“raven!” you grumbled at your sister

“i’m just saying, if she hurts you, i might just have to rip her head off. but… i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this happy before. i’m happy for you.”

“so you’re not gonna kill me?” clarke asked, smiling awkwardly

“as of now, no. we’ll see what the future holds.”

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topazy · 8 months

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The fierce and broken

Pairing: Raven Reyes × reader

Warnings: Mentions of smut, swearing

Chapter: 3.01

Soon as the door to your room is closed, you peel the sweaty vest top from your body and toss it to the side. The whiteness of it had long faded into a light yellowish stain, no doubt due to your body dripping of sweat at the end of each shift and the stour that seemed to constantly cover everything in Arkadia.

“Hey.”

You turn around to see Raven coming out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel. Although she’s smiling, you can tell she’s in pain by how her jaw tenses. It was a short distance between the bedroom and bathroom, but it took a lot out of her to walk it without her brace. Since the explosion at the dam three months prior, the pain in her hip had increased, but Raven was in denial about how bad her injury was and was refusing to talk about it. She sits on the edge of the bed, the wetness from her long hair dripping onto the bed. Although she was smiling, Raven appeared exhausted.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine, just tired.”

“Raven,” you sigh. Your girlfriend was the most stubborn person you’d ever met, and point blank refused to admit how much pain she’s in while walking. You step in front of her and ask, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

She grins, “well…” She hooks her fingers into the loop of your jeans and pulls you forward. “I can think of a couple of things that might help us both feel better.”

“Raven,” you moan as she starts to rub at your groin, putting pressure on all the right places.

She pulls you down and captures your lips with hers. She unclasps your bra, pulls it off your shoulders, and then tosses it to the side. Raven kisses your neck down to your breast and wraps her lips around one of your hardened nipples. She reaches for the zipper on your trousers, but you catch her hand. “Slow down, Reyes,” you giggle. “I need to shower before we go any further.”

She smirks, “I can join you.”

You do your best to plaster a smile on your face. Your girlfriend was the most beautiful person in the world to you, and we wanted her to join you in the shower, but we’re worried she’d hurt herself without her brace. Knowing that mentioning the pain in her leg would only piss Raven off, you kiss her on the lips and say, “You could or you could get comfy in the bed while I quickly wash the medical smell off me.”

Raven pauses slightly but shuffles up the bed. “I’ll wait, but don’t be long. You know I hate waiting.”

You both laugh at her response before quickly going for a shower.

—

You kiss Raven's bare shoulder. She was leaving soon to travel to Sector 7 for a mapping mission, but the thought of her going scared you since it was so close to the ice nation border.

“What’s wrong?” She asks.

“I just… This is going to sound stupid, but I feel things have been going well for so long. I guess I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Raven brushes your hair out of your face. Since Mount Weather, you had become inseparable, Murphy was gone, Jasper was constantly wasted, and Bellamy was still trying to find his role in Arkadia since he was no longer a leader. You had developed a fear that something terrible would happen and you’d lose Raven as well. The only time you were focused on anything else was when you were working or training with Bellamy.

Raven sighs softly. “Nothing bad is going to happen.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“No,” she snorts. “But we can get through whatever bad shit happens as long as we have each other.”

—

You spent most of your day tending to minor medical issues, including coughs and colds, removing stitches, and dealing with contraception. You had been so busy that you hadn’t had the chance to find out exactly what had happened to Jasper on the mapping mission. Octavia only told you that they ran into three ice nation warriors, and Jasper made the situation worse, resulting in Raven and Miller killing the warriors to save their people. Hearing what happened made you feel physically sick.

Octavia also told you that the Ice Nation was looking for someone called Wanheda.

Seeing Jackson about to follow Abby, who was chasing a drunk Jasper out of the medical bay, you call out to him. “Jackson, hey!"”

He looked more stressed than usual and had large bags under his eyes. “Something wrong?”

“We are running short of supplies.” You pull a list and hand it to him. “I went through all our stores earlier, and we are dangerously low. We only have enough stitches for two minor cuts; there are hardly any painkillers left.”

You had reported this to Abby days prior, but she was so preoccupied with finding Clarke that she hadn’t noticed. Jackson rubs at his face. “What else do you still have to do?”

“I have four more implants to remove, but nothing to replace them with.”

“Okay, once you’ve finished, I want you to go around the camp and pull all the resources you can together. I’m going to need to talk to Kane about organizing another supply run. Thanks Alba.”

It looked like you’d be working another late night.

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saturdaykru · 21 hours

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failed mission - B. Blake x reader

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mixed in trigdasleng, will provide translations

Bellamy Blake x grounder!reader - Drop ship

You're an Azgeda assassin sent to kill Bellamy after the mass genocides to Trikru. Azgeda assassins are supposed to be stone-cold, and feel nothing, but what happens when a certain boy tries to gain your trust

cw: smut, nsfw, oral, a little violence

Day two

Sitting atop my horse, Swan, I was studying the boy beyond the trees. He knew I was here, he was also studying me as well. He goes by the name 'Bellamy Blake', an oddly long name, but a name you don't see every day.

I was here to kill him.

To deliver his head to my buyers, Titus, the fleimkepa, and King Roan.

I had been following this Bellamy for two days, he's known I was following him for a few hours, and my horse had given it away.

I like to study my targets, see what they are like, study their mannerisms, and how they survive. It isn't standard, most assassins would've had it done within the hour. I've had the chance to kill him plenty of times. He is always so vulnerable to attacks, or maybe he knows that and is testing me.

Bellamy carries himself well for the most part, he's a good shot but very loud, as most Skaikru are. It was fairly easy to track him. The first day I was sent he was at their initial landing spot, what they call a 'dropship'. I wasn't sure why he wasn't behind the walls of Arkadia, could they have banished him?

My thoughts were cut short when I realized I had lost sight of him, I couldn't believe I got so caught up in my own thoughts to realize he was gone.

I hitched Swan and treaded lightly to his last position by the river.

Under a rock was a note and a piece of fish, the note would've been nice if I could read it.

The ignorance of Skaikru.

It wasn't that I couldn't speak English, in fact, I was fluent, as all warriors and assassins are. Only the warriors are taught English along with Trigdasleng, it was so we could understand the Mountain Men, well when they were a threat.

Thank you, Clarke.

I had tossed the piece of fish back into the river as I didn't trust Bellamy, I mean I was here to kill him after all.

Looking into the dirt I saw a heavy set of footprints, foolish boy. They were leading back to the dropship, were he was spending most of his days. His schedule was very plain, wake up, walk to the river, eat, walk back. Very boring for a sky person.

I walked back to Swan to hitch her somewhere safe and headed towards the dropship carefully.

Clearly not careful enough as I ended up in a trap, a bear trap of some sorts. It didn't have jagged edges like a normal trap, it was flat and only applied enough pressure to injure my foot and land me on the ground.

"Who are you?"

I heard a voice call from the bushes, it was very easy to spot him as he was a fairly tall man. How stupid could I have been? I wasn't even watching where I was looking? The trap wasn't even hidden that well and I walked right into it. I got weak. Clumsy. I let my guard down. I could never call myself an Azgeda assassin after this.

Moments passed without an answer from me and he was growing impatient.

"I said who are you? I am not afraid to kill you, grounder." Bellamy yelled, now emerging from the bushes with a pistol in hand. I may have let my guard down but I wouldn't let this man intimidate me.

"Azgeda," I say flatly, not revealing anything else.

Bellamy pondered for a moment, his gaze on me remained strong, not daring to look away, it was clear I intimidated him.

"Ice Nation? I said who are you."

No response.

"Tell me or I swear I will pull this trigger!" He shouted, stepping closer until the barrel of the gun was against my forehead.

I had already accepted death.

"Ai gonplei ste odon." My fight is over.

Bellamy had pistol-whipped me, and before I knew it I was knocked out.

Day three

I had awoken tied to the ladder in the dropship. Looking around I saw that most things were covered in tar from the fire, the only clean things being Bellamy's makeshift bed and his other belongings, as well as all my armor and layers, leaving me in a simple t-shirt; which I could only assume was his, and my jeans.

I was tied down with leftover seatbelts, very sturdy, I had struggled before finally giving in after a headache caught up with me.

I groaned in pain, death would've been kinder than a pistolwhip. Where even was he? Had he just left me here to rot?

A few moments after Bellamy had appeared from behind the red tarp acting as a door, he was wearing what he always wears. A gray shirt paired with his usual black jacket, with certain patches gone missing. His hair and face had been littered with dirt and blood, though I was sure the blood wasn't his.

"Good, you're awake. Makes this a lot easier." Bellamy spoke, swiftly walking to his pack next to his bed. My worry grew when he pulled something out, was he going to kill me now?

He pulled out a water flask and walked over to me, I'd never drink from an enemy's flask.

Bellamy put the flask to my mouth, when I pulled my face away he sighed and took a sip himself to show me it was safe. I still didn't trust it.

I took a big sip, and once he pulled it away I spit the water back into his face. He pursed his lips, seemingly trying to keep his anger down. I'd never be this man's peace.

"A bath would do you good, ripa." Murderer. Even without a bath, his scent was.. likable.

He scoffed amusingly, "That's funny coming from you, grounder."

Bellamy stood up, wiping away the water with his hand and turning his back towards me.

"What do you want from me?" He continued, grabbing a chair and sitting it close in front of me.

I refused to answer, I only stared at him with anger.

"I have all day, princess." He spoke, leaning back in the chair and pulling out a wrapped ration from his pocket. He was going to eat in front of me, what kind of torture method was this? And princess? Who does Bellamy think he is?

A few hours had passed since then and I really had to go. I'd been holding it in for hours but I was at my limit. Bellamy was still staring at me through it all, he could tell I was starting to get uneasy.

"I need to go..." I let out in a barely audible whisper, quickly regaining his attention.

"What was that?"

"I need to go."

The dots seemed to connect in his mind and he nodded, getting up ready to let my wrists free.

"Tell me your name first," Bellamy demanded.

Are you serious? Of course, he would stoop this low.

"y/n," I spoke with a sigh, I had no other choice but to give in. And with a nod, he freed me- well, for the most part, one of my hands was still attached to a seatbelt, which he was holding.

Bellamy led me out of the dropship and to the side, god, this was so embarrassing.

"Can you at least turn around?" I questioned, my voice wavering for the first time since I met him. So much for not being intimidated.

With a silent nod he turned to the side and I did my business, a real gentleman, pistol-whipping me, and tying me up.

Though I had no room to speak.

Day four

I was back on the ladder, and Bellamy was in his now usual spot. Right in front of me. I hadn't eaten in two days, he knew this. And he used it against me.

"Now, princess, why were you following me?" Bellamy questioned, waving a piece of fish in his hand, like I was some dog he was rewarding for good behavior.

Was he trying to train me?

I had come to the conclusion I either answer the question or die of starvation. I already failed the mission, I could never return to Azgeda or Polis. I couldn't face what was waiting for me.

"I was hired to kill you." I flatly state, eyeing the fish and practically drooling over it.

Bellamy seemed satisfied with this answer and handed me the piece with a small nod, which I quickly scarfed down. I watched him pull another from the little silver bag.

He really was training me.

"Why didn't you? You've been following me for a few days, and had plenty of chances."

I thought about my answer for a few seconds, "You were intriguing. You didn't act like how they described."

He only smiled at this, for reasons I couldn't comprehend. But I got another piece of fish so I didn't really care.

"Well, until you pistolwhipped me," I added in between bites. His smile slowly faded.

"Sorry about that, I didn't wanna kill you."

"Cause you needed answers?"

He hesitated.

"Yeah."

Day five - smut

The isolation had started to get to me, Bellamy being the only person I could see, and I started to notice more things about him. The way his back muscles would flex when he changed clothes. How defined his arms were and how defined his entire body was.

I cursed myself for having these thoughts about Bellamy, I was his prisoner, and I should be scared for my life.

It was particularly hot this morning, so Bellamy decided the best option was to be shirtless. All. Day.

His chest was well shaven surprisingly, and his pants sagged low, low enough to see his V line. That only brought worse thoughts. Thoughts I couldn't suppress.

He hadn't asked me any questions since I've awoken, I assume he's given up and doesn't need me anymore.

"Like the view?" He asks, snapping me out of my trance, how long had he known I was staring?

His gaze on me was intense. He knew I wouldn't answer his question so he only stepped closer and closer, leaning down when he got close enough to me.

"Keep looking pretty for me, yeah princess?" He spoke, his voice becoming husky.

A bright red tint lined my face at his words. Nobody had ever spoken to me in that way. I couldn't reply, too filled with nerves to form a comprehensible sentence, all I could do was stare at the handsome man before me and hope he didn't notice how vulnerable he made me.

Bellamy seemed to get an idea, with a smirk he stood up and sat back in the chair.

Leaning back he began unbuckling his belt, pushing his pants just below his bulge. I was more turned on than I'd ever been. Was he really going to do what I think he's gonna do? Now this is torture. Not being able to touch him.

Bellamy started palming himself through his boxers, letting little grunts slip past his mouth, meanwhile maintaining full eye contact with me- though my eyes were focused on his hands. I wanted so desperately for that to be my hands touching him, my hands making him feel good.

A few seconds passed before he pulled his boxers down just enough to reveal his entire cock, causing me to clench my thighs together tightly; craving any friction I could get. I now only realized the shirt I was wearing still had his scent on it, it was intoxicating.

He started stroking himself slowly, leaning his head back in pleasure. I needed him.

"Bellamy," I spoke, my voice laced with lust and need, my entire body feeling warm. His name sounded so good coming from my mouth. Bellamy's eyes locked back with mine as his pace quickened.

"Princess," His voice sounded breathy. The nickname did no help in calming me down. I wasn't sure what to say next.

Bellamy stood up and walked closer to me.

"On your knees." He demanded, to which I quickly obliged, finally getting what I wanted. I got to my knees and looked up at him, his cock resting on my rose-tinted cheek while his hand caressed my other cheek, moving down to my mouth and running his thumb along my lower lip; asking for entrance.

Opening my mouth I felt his thumb explore it, pressing softly against my tongue, all the while maintaining eye contact with me.

"So good for me." Bellamy praised before tapping his tip against my tongue, the taste being surprisingly good given the limited resources. He slowly inserted his cock into my mouth, releasing a loud groan of pleasure once he hit the back of my throat, the warmth feeling amazing against his dick.

His hand instinctively grabbed ahold of my hair, holding my head in place as he started throat fucking me. I began breathing through my nose and using my tongue to feel against his shaft. Bellamy's moans only grew louder and his breathing became erratic.

My mouth was doing this to him, I was making him feel so good.

"Just like that." He whispered between moans, noticing the tears that began to coat my cheeks.

His free hand gripped the ladder steps above my head. The hand on my hair gripped tighter than before, I could tell he was close.

His tip hit the back of my throat relentlessly, I was sure I'd have trouble speaking after this, but its be so worth it. I could feel his cock twitch in my mouth, his thrust slowly becoming sloppy.

"Doing so good, princess, so good, so fucking good."

My throat began to hurt from the abuse of his dick, and with one final deep thrust, I felt his warm cum fill my throat, forcing me to swallow every drop of the salty substance. Once he was sure he was done Bellamy pulled out, leaving my mouth feeling empty, missing the feeling of his cock. He was covered in sweat and I was covered in tears, but in this moment he never looked sexier.

I felt my hands drop to my sides, was he letting me free?

"Let's get cleaned up." He spoke, dropping the seat belt completely and helping me up. I stumbled a bit but used him as support. I was free but I didn't want to run.

In this moment nothing else mattered but him.

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starogeorgina · 2 years

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Yes commander

Warnings: Sexual content. Oral sex, fingering

Paring: Lexa/reader

The tension in the room was thick as you watched the commander pace back and forth, agitated.

You were her counsel. You were supposed to help her, but so far nobody had come up with any good ideas. The commander suddenly stopped and ordered everyone to leave her room.

“Everyone out!” Her eyes landed on you. “Not you Y/N, we have further issues to discuss.”

Her green eyes stayed glued to you as the room emptied. It wasn’t unusual for you two to be alone together and nobody would ask questions.

“What would you like to discuss?”

Lexa walked towards her window with her hands clasped behind her back. “My emotions have been running high recently. I have a lot of pent-up frustration I need help getting rid of.”

Butterflies danced in your stomach as Lexa smiled at you. You licked your lips, “How can I help?”

“Take off your clothes.”

Lexa sat on the edge of her bed, watching you remove each piece of clothing until you were completely naked. You smirked at her, “Now what?”

“Kneel and wait.”

You did as you were told and knelt on the ground. You wondered what Lexa was doing since she had walked behind you, but you couldn’t turn around. She had told you to wait, which was exactly what you were going to do. Moments later, Lexa appeared in front of you again, naked.

She approached you slowly, “I want you to taste me.”

Instantly, when Lexa stopped in front of you, your hands reached around to grab her ass as you pressed a kiss against her slit. You began flicking your tongue over her clit, savouring her sweet taste. Her sweet moans filled the room as his legs started to shake.

“More, I need more.”

You removed your mouth and pressed two fingers inside her, before returning to licking at her clit. Lexa didn’t take long to orgasm. When her legs stopped shaking, she looked down at you, her thumb slipping into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it as she speaks. “Go stand against the wall.”

Following her orders, you leaned against the brick wall. The coldness from it caused the hairs on your body to stand. Lexa kicked two of her fingers before slipping them into you.

“Ohh.”

She pumped her fingers out of you quickly as her thumb rubbed against your clit.

When your pussy started to tighten around her fingers, she pinched your nipple with your free hand. A devious smirk appeared on her face. “Tell me Y/N, do you feel good?”

“Yes, Commander,” you panted as your legs began to shake. “I’m so close.”

Lexa took your breast into your mouth as you rode out your orgasm on her fingers. When your breathing finally went back to normal, she removed her fingers from your body and kissed you gently.

“Would you like to do this again?”

“Yes, Commander.”

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ravenskneebrace · 2 years

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You're dating Octavia but you have a thing for Jasper. She catches on quickly... (;

Jasper Jordan x Octavia Blake x Reader

I had quickly grown attached to Octavia. Her and I had spent nearly every moment together since we reached the ground. We shared a tent and slept side by side for weeks. I knew early on that I liked her and I learned that she liked me as well. The night she asked me to be her girlfriend she led my into the woods. There I saw flowers shaped into a heart. I knew then that I loved her.

♡ unity day ♡

Unity day felt like the first day that everyone on the ground seemed at peace. Who cared that we were being killed off by the grounders? At least Monty and Jasper had managed to make alcohol. Jasper came out of the tent carrying a large container over his head and yelling something about Monty. I smiled. He was such a dork.

Octavia crept up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. I blushed at the fact that she had caught me staring at him. I couldn't help it. I had had a huge crush on Jasper on the Ark but was locked up before I could ever make my move. When I got to the ground I became infatuated with Octavia. I think she could sense how I felt about him.

"What are you watching?" She whispered in my ear. Instantly butterflies filled my stomach. Octavia had that effect on me.

"They figured out how to make alcohol. Happy Unity day." I turned my head slightly so our faces were nearly touching. She smiled and kissed me gently on the lips.

"Happy Unity day." She replied.

"Glad to see everyone is getting into the Unity day spirit." Jasper said to us, handing us both cups full of his and Monty's concoction. My fingers brushed against his has I grabbed onto the metal cup. Something about the interaction turned me on but I couldn't tell what exactly had made me feel that way. Octavia clinked her cup with mine before downing her entire drink.

"I'm going to go get more." She pulled away from me and went searching for Jasper. I stood alone in the crowd and sipped on my drink thinking about the feeling that was growing inside of me. I felt wrong for it, but I craved him. I would never do anything to hurt Octavia, but the thoughts consumed me.

The more alcohol I consumed the more my mind ran. I had barely noticed when Octavia came back to me. By then the only thing illuminating us was the fire nearby. The light danced across her beautiful face and her green eyes sparkled. My fingers crept up her lower stomach and wrapped around her waist. The warmth from her body pushed past her thin tank top and against my palms. I pulled her close to me and moved my hands to her back. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers.

"Why'd you keep me waiting for so long." I spoke the words into her mouth and she grinned.

"Did you miss me?" She asked, slipping her fingers under my tank top and letting her finger tips brush against my under boob. I licked my lips and nodded, finally closing the space between us. I pulled back eventually, letting my eyes wonder past her. They fell on him. Jasper had been watching us. I would have never said it out loud, but it turned me on even more knowing that he was watching.

"Why don't we take this back to out tent?" She smirked, pulling her hands from under my top and grabbing hold of my hands. I let her lead me there. At the last moment I caught her turn to give Jasper a look, I didn't know what it meant, if anything at all. I was sure I was just hyper aware of anything that involved him that night. I ducked into our tent first and she hastily followed. She was on her knees still from crawling in, she put her hands on my hips and pulled herself up, connecting her mouth to mine the second she could.

My hands found her ass and I held onto her with all my strength while we kissed. She placed her fingers on the hem of my tank top gently pulling it up as she slid her tongue into my mouth. She ended the kiss just long enough to pull my top off and toss it onto the floor of our tent.

"It looks better there." She commented. I couldn't help but agree. Her lips made their way to my jaw, gliding down my throat and stopping at my collar bones while she unclasped my bra. Her hands held me in place while she licked and sucked on my breasts. I closed my eyes and played with her hair, enjoying the moment. She trailed her tongue down my torso and curled her fingers into the waistband of my pants. She kissed my stomach before unbuttoning and unzipping one of the last remaining articles of clothing I was wearing. I pulled my feet out of my shoes and slide them to the side.

"Why am I almost naked and you're still fully clothed?" I asked her, nearly breathless.

"Because I'm in charge." She answered with a determined look on her face. It turned me on how dominant she could be. Every once in a while she would let me take over, but for the majority of the time it was her who was in charge. I wouldn't argue with her, because I loved it. I loved how she made me feel.

She ran her hands over my thighs and kissed them, slowly making her way to my core. Her thumbs rested over my panties and she began to slowly rub on me.

"Please." I breathed out. I knew she wanted me to beg, and I would if that was what it took.

"Please what?" Octavia questioned, looking up at me. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to make me feel good." I answered. She put her face against the thin cotton of my panties and gently rubbed her face against me.

"Your wish is my command." She smiled. I stepped out of my pants and pushed them aside with my foot.

"Someone's eagar." She smirked, causing me to blush profusely.

"Sorry." I awkwardly replied. She shook her head.

"Don't apologize, I want you just as bad as you want me." She wrapped her fingers around the sides of my underwear and pulled them down slowly, licking her lips as she gazed at my naked body. She gently pushed me onto our small "bed" that layed on the floor of our tent. I propped myself up on my elbows and eyed her. She got up and stood on her feet.

"I'll be right back." She said simply. I looked at her, puzzled. There was nothing I could think of that would be important enough for her to leave the tent. She crouched down, pushing the flap of the tent aside before stepping out. I just sat there naked wondering what was happening. A few moments later she came back into the tent.

"Wanna try something new?" She asked with a grin on her face. I shrugged my shoulders.

"That depends on what it is I suppose." I answered. Octavia and I had brought new things into our sex life before, both of us were always into finding new ways to have fun. She held up a thin piece of fabric. "What exactly are we supposed to do with that?"

She didn't say anything, instead she held it over her eyes. I finally understood what this was. She wanted to blindfold me. We had never tried it before, but the idea had come up at one point. I held my hand out for her to give it to me but instead she shook her head. She got on top of my legs, straddling me, she wanted to do it instead.

"If you want something done right, do it yourself." She said, more to herself than to me. I figured it was something dumb Bellamy had said before, she often said things that reminded me of him. Then she whispered in my ear. "No peaking."

I obediently nodded my head, feeling color fill my cheeks as I blushed. I felt her hands on my stomach, but nothing else happened for a few moments. I could hear some shuffling and it almost sounded like someone else was coming into our tent, but I ignored it.

I had heard that when one sense was taken away our other senses heightened, so I figured what I was hearing was wrong. I heard fabric hit the floor and then I felt Octavia's hands running along my body, immediately after I felt her hands I felt her tongue. I enjoyed every moment of it until I felt more hands. I couldn't explain what I was feeling. There was clearly four hands on my body. I pulled the blindfold off to see what was happening. Octavia was still on top of me, but now she was topless. She wasn't alone though, Jasper sat next to her. Out of instinct I pulled my hands over my chest, trying to cover myself even though I knew he had already seen everything.

"Surprise." Octavia said seductively.

"What's going on?" I asked with my hands still gripping my chest. She sighed.

"I always see the way you guys look at each other. I know you want him." Her tone wasn't as if she was accusing me, more like she just wanted to make me happy.

"Why didn't you just ask me?" I questioned.

"I knew you'd say no. You do everything you can to be a good girlfriend, but now it's my turn." She quickly explained.

"Are you sure?" I asked. She nodded her head.

"Besides, it'll be fun." She smiled looking from me to Jasper. I bit my lip and nodded my head.

"Okay." I answered. Jasper's face lit up. Clearly this was something he had been wanting as well. Octavia's fingers found their way to my center.

"You're so wet for us." She smirked. She rubbed on me before moving her fingers to her mouth, sucking on them while making eye contact with me. "You taste so good."

She put her fingers back down, slowly entering one of them into me. When she pulled it out she put it directly into Jasper's mouth and then pulled him close to her, kissing him. She removed his shirt and threw it on top of her own before leaning down to kiss me. While we kissed she started to unbutton her pants, getting up and taking them off moments later.

Then she pulled off her panties and threw them at Jasper. They rolled off of him and softly hit the ground. I sat up and grabbed Octavia's hand, pulling her toward me. My hand was rested on Jasper's crotch while I made out with her. I could feel him growing in his pants while we kissed. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and I pulled his dick out, stroking it while my kiss with Octavia intensified.

She pulled her mouth off of mine and connected it with his dick. She kissed it and licked it while I continued to hold it. I kissed Jasper while she started sucking him. One of his hands rested on my ass and the other one was lightly placed on Octavia's shoulder. He slid his tongue into my mouth and as he did that his hand drifted from my ass to my pussy. He teased me, lightly brushing against it instead of really touching me.

Moments later he pressed one of his fingers against my clit and began to move it in a circular motion. Octavia moved her mouth from him, to me. She continued stroking him while she put her lips against mine. She sucked and licked me as Jasper continues with his fingers. I layed back and Jasper pulled away while Octavia kept going, making her way up to my clit and sucking it.

Jasper came up behind Octavia and gently slid into her. She moaned against my skin and the sound filled the tent. Jasper put his hands on her hips as he pushed his way into her, slowly filling her. Octavia decided it was time to fill me as well. She put two of her fingers in her mouth before pulling them out and pushing them into me, pulling them in and out at the same pace that Jasper was pulling in and out of her.

Eventually Jasper pulled out of her and she crawled over to the top of my body. Jasper positioned himself perfectly before pushing his way into me. I had been waiting for this. I embraced the way he filled me up and then Octavia climbed on top of me, sitting on my face. My hands reached up and gripped her hips as she slowly and gracefully rocked her body. Jasper's thumb rested on my clit and he rubbed circles on it while he slid in and out of me. My legs shook slightly and I could barely focus on eating Octavia as he stimulated me.

At some point he pulled out and Octavia got off of me. She layed down, evidently knowing what was going to happen next. He stroked himself for a few moments before finishing all over our bodies. He layed down next to us. The three of us were sweaty and breathing heavily.

"Bravery should always be rewarded, Jasper." Were Octavia's last words before falling asleep.

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Can we get more bellamy blake

Y/n’s pov

I’ve never felt so unhappy in my life. Clark had the whole group, me, Octavia, Raven, Echo, and a few other girls, sit down so she could tell us the news. She and Bellamy are officially dating.

All of us except for Octavia, always talk about how in love we are with Bellamy. How can you not? He’s a leader, he’s fit, his voice is the most attractive thing I’ve heard, his hair is always amazing and he looks at every girl like he’s in love with them.

The only girl he’s ever been touchy with was Clark. That’s when the group started to back off and I began to think I wasn’t enough. Clark would even tell me herself that I’m not his type. I should have listened to her.

“I can’t wait to see little Clark’s and Bellamy’s!” Echo said, making us all laugh. I fake laughed. Clark didn’t stab me in my back but she knew I always had something for Bellamy way before he got hot. It feels like as soon as I told her, she started liking him as well.

“Speaking of the devil. Here he comes,” one of our friends said as Bellamy came up behind Clark and hugged her tightly. That’s when my heart shattered. He looked so happy.

Bellamy had whispered in Clark’s ear for about a minute, probably asking about the party later tonight. Clark had stared at me for a few seconds of that time but maybe that’s because I’m Monty and Jasper's only friend around here.

“Everyone’s coming to the party tonight, right?” Clark asked. “Yeah!” We all replied. Bellamy nodded his head and then turned around to leave but Clark held him back. She pulled him in by his waist and pressed her lips on his. She looked to the side, making sure all of the girls saw how lucky she is.

We all clapped and yelled as I faked it. Octavia can probably tell, but she knows not to ask about how I feel. She knows how I feel about Bellamy already and Clark doing everything better than me, any chance she gets.

“Oh, I’m doing great!” I fake smiled as I held up my cup. “Doesn’t seem like it. You’re drinking,” Monty said. “You never drink,” Jasper said. “C'mon, guys. It’s just one cup,” I said. “Yeah and when you said that 2 years ago, you kept filling that one cup,” Jasper said.

“I know, I know, but I won’t this time guys. I promise,” I said, knowing I shouldn’t have but I did to get them to not worry about me. Why can’t other people care about me and not the same three people?

“We’ll keep checking up on you,” Monty said then walked away with Jasper as I turned back around and leaned onto the bar table. “Another one?” The bartender asked. “Yeah,” I said, making it onto my 4th cup. Usually, I can take it but Monty and Jasper have found stronger berries throughout the years.

“So are you gonna keep drinking or come and dance with your friends?” Someone asked as they stood beside me. “Monty and Jasper will be just fine. They have each other,” I said my last sentence low and a bit slurred.

“I wasn’t talkin’ about them,” I slightly jumped at the low and deep voice of Bellamy speaking next to me. “O-Oh! Oh, then who?” I asked, placing g my drink to the side that I already almost gulped all down.

“Me,” he said. I’ve never considered him a friend. He’s more like a dying crush I want so bad but can’t have. “Didn’t know we were friends,” I awkwardly laughed, still keeping my eyes off of him, knowing his eyes are on me.

“Of course we are. You’re my girlfriend's, best friend,” he said causing my heart to drop. A chuckle slipped from his mouth like he saw my reaction and knew why I reacted the way I did.

“Oh, well, that’s good to know. I think I should get to Monty-“ I tried saying as I grabbed my cup and turned to leave but he stood in my way. “Why? I’m here. Plus, I’m a bit bored and like to be with you,” he said. “W-Well, there are other people for that. Like your girlfriend,” I said

I stepped to the side and then walked off, heating him chuckle one last time. “C'mon, y/n! I just wanna talk,” he said but I didn’t want to. I can’t even be around him anymore without thinking about him and Clark. Clark and him. Him and Clark.

I quickly made it behind the party, to my tent to be away from everyone. Why do I even go? I never talk to anyone and all I do is watch Bellamy dance or kiss one other girl. I’m 22 and still have a little boy crush. What’s up with me?

I changed into my night clothes then flopped on my bed and began reading a book I’ve been dying to finish. As I was flipping through my chapters, I got startled by someone coming into my tent.

“Hey? Hey dude, this isn’t your tent. Hey. Hey!” I yelled at the man as he sipped up my tent then turned around. It’s Bellamy.

“What do you want? You made the rule, no going into other people's tent without permission, Bellamy,” I said, not wanting him to see me like this. I don’t want to see him right now anyways. Too much has been going on.

“When it comes to you, I do what I want. Come here,” he demand, slightly intimidating me so I got up and slowly walked over towards him. “Don’t be scared, just come here,” he said as he pulled me into him by my arm.

“How many cups did you have?” He asked, making me roll my eyes. He’s touching my face and wishing my eyes, basically checking me like a doctor or parent. “Doesn’t matter. You’re not my dad,” I said, still staying still.

I quickly realized I should have answered correctly or ignored his question. Bellamy grabbed my face harshly, causing me to whine in pain. I tried pushing him off but he yelled at me to stop.

“How many, y/n,” he asked, sounding too serious for me to lie or ignore him. “One cup but I uh, I refilled it several times,” I said, making Bellamy sigh loudly and let my face go as he stepped back. He looked stressed.

“It’s not that serious, Bell. Look, I’m back in my tent, safe and sound. So you can go back with your girlfriend and kiss or something,” I said as I walked back over to my bed and sat down.

“Y/n, it’s not about me and Clark right now! It’s about you drinking Monty and Jaspers drink, knowing it’s too strong for you. I’ve seen you black out. And being blacked out in a not-so-secure tent is the last thing you and I need,” he said.

“Why you? It’s my problem if anything happens to me. Not yours,” I said. “Yes, it is!” He yelled as he sped up right in front of me at my bed. “You can’t just skip around here in these skimpy fucking clothes, drink till you’re defenseless, and come back to your tent alone. That’s a free game for anyone, y/n! You need to think!” Bellamy yelled.

“I’m not defenseless,” I said, crossing my arms in front of him. “Don’t start this shit, y/n. You can train all you want but sometimes, it just won’t help you. That’s how life is,” he said.

“I’m not defenseless!” I yelled at him. I got up and pushed Bellamy but he barely moved an inch. “I-I don’t wear skimpy clothes either!” I pushed him again, hoping he’d move this time but he quickly grabbed my wrists and turned me around.

Bellamy pushed me into my bed, making me dizzy. “You don’t wear skimpy shit? Then what the fuck is this?” Bellamy asked and before I could ask what he was talking about, Bellamy ripped my silk shorts off of me.

“No fucking underwear in these loose-ass short shorts. Fucking slut,” Bellamy chuckled in his last sentence. “Bell! Get off of me! What the fuck!?” I yelled, confused on why he was doing this. His girlfriend is my best friend.

“You like me around? I see how wet you are,” Bellamy said as he quickly slipped two fingers into my cunt, causing me to moan at the unexpected feeling of his thick fingers.

“Bellamy, stop it! You can’t just- You’re my best friend’s boyfriend,” I said as tears built up in my eyes. Why am I enjoying this? “Oh, really? You guys are? Then why are you so fucking wet,” he growled in my ear.

“Huh!? Tell me. I wanna know how your best friend's boyfriend is making you soak my fingers,” he teased in my ear, knowing I’m crying from pleasure and guilt. He loves it.

“C'mon, y/n. I wanna know what’s making my princess so wet. I’m not complaining, of course, I just really wanna know. It’s so hot. You’re so hot,” he groaned in my ear as I leaked down my legs.

“You think you can take me, baby? I need to get you use to me before people know we’re fucking. Can’t have them thinking you’re being murdered while I’m in your pretty little cunt,” he said as he fondled his belt and jeans.

“Wait, no- No, we can’t have sex. No one can know about this,” I said, trying to get up but he pushed my back down with the hand that was in me. “P-Please,” I cried, knowing I want this. I want him. I need him. I’ve needed him for too long.

“Thought you said you weren’t defenseless. Look at you now. Sobbing for my cock,” Bellamy teased. I went to try and get up again but quickly buried my face into my sheets as Bellamy pushed his cock all the way into me.

“Fuuuck!” I screamed into my sheets. “Oh yeah. This is what I needed,” Bellamy groaned as he began to thrust into me at a fast and hard paste. “Never knew your ass was this fat, baby. I have to see more of this. It’s already pulling me close to the edge,” Bellamy gave my ass a slap, causing me to let out a yelp.

“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing my waist tightly to pull me into him like a sex doll. “Bell, B-Bellamy,” I moaned as my legs started shaking. “You’re so sensitive. Already going to have your second,” I could hear his cocky smirk.

“I knew you were slutty. By the way, you walk around in your tight fucking clothes. Fuck, I’m gonna milk you every day,” Bellamy gave my ass another slap, only sending another orgasm rushing over me.

“You’re mine, do you understand me. You fucking tell me. Tell me you’re mine while I cum in you, baby,” Bellamy breathed heavily in my ear. “Bell,” I moaned, feeling horrible but not at the same time. I wanted him first and Clark knew that.

“Tell me!” He growled in my ear as he gripped my neck and tugged my hair so that my head lifted back. “I-I can’t,” I cried as I grinded my ass up against him, riding out the pathetic orgasm that I so desperately needed as soon as he pushed his cock into me.

“Don’t say it in a few seconds, and I’ll cum in your face and make you go to the party,” he said, trying to keep his orgasm back. “Or better yet, I’ll stop right now, pull you to the party and make you get on your knees and finish on your face in front of everyone. Including Clark,” he mocked her name. He doesn’t care.

“Fuck, Bellamy! I’m yours! Fuck, I’m yours!” I moaned out loud as my body shook again. “Fuck, baby. Say it again. Tell me how much you want me to cum in your pretty tight pussy,” Bellamy groaned as he rubbed all over my body, still trying to fuck me with a good rhythm.

“Please cum in me, Bell. I need you,” I whined. “Only if we go to Clark tomorrow and show her how full I get you after morning sex. I know that bitch move she pulled and I played along. Just to get to you, baby. Just to get right here with me buried deep in your soaked pussy,” Bellamy whispered in my ear, causing me to cum all over his legs and mine again.

“O-Okay,” I whined, so dick-drunk that I barely noticed he admitted to getting with Clark just to get with me. “Mhm, fuuuck!” Bellamy groaned in my ear as he slowly thrusted into me as he filled me up until his cum leaked out of me.

“So fucking good, baby. You feel so fucking good,” he whispered into my ear as my eyes blurred out a bit from the amazing sex session and the alcohol still in my system.

“I’m sleeping here tonight. Tomorrow we’ll move all of your things to my tent. We can honestly combine our tents so we’ll have a bigger space,” Bellamy started speaking after he pulled out of me and pulled me into him as he laid back on my bed.

“Okay,” I smiled down at him. “Are you gonna continue being friends with Clark?” Bellamy asked, sounding worried. “No, especially not after this,” I giggled. “Good, because she’s been talking down on you for years and I couldn’t stand it. Only made me grow more love for you, actually,” Bellamy admitted.

“I’ve liked you for too long,” I laughed, embarrassed at how long it’s been. “Trust me, it’s cute and very noticeable,” he said. “What!?” I asked, making me laugh. “Hell yeah. You’re not slick at all,” he said, and I buried my face in his chest. At least he likes me back.

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Request: Yes / No Hi! I have been reading and really enjoying so much of your work! (I didn't want to spam you with likes though 😅) I was wondering if you'd be willing to do a more BDSM themed John Murphy smut with a fem reader perspective (I truly do not care what season, I've seen the whole show multiple times but if it is later seasons please add Emori in the fun?) Where the reader is being a little bit of a tease and when John (or John and Emori) decide to show her what happens when she acts like a brat. Maybe some overstimulation involved as part of the punishment and some fluffy aftercare at the end? @twirlywhirlywriting

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John Murphy was ever an asshole, but I loved him. I especially loved to tease him and be a total brat to him. It always ended with some of the best sex in the world! Did I get punished? Yes. Did I care? Yes. Was it worth it? Fuck yes! However, when I desperately needed him, he was always busy. I was feeling worked up and it was all because of him! He had been teasing me all day, I knew he was going to pleasure me later, but it was driving me absolutely insane!

Once all the work for the day was done I walked into our shared tent and he was already there. I tired my best to keep my hands to myself, like he told me to earlier. However, I failed and grabbed him by the neck, kissing him passionately. Maybe he was right, I should learn to be more patient. Clearly today was not that day. He didn’t kiss me back and huffed through his nose.

“We had one rule.” He said, turning his face away from me.

“We can try again next time.” I said, my lips brushing his jaw as I spoke.

“I promise.” I said and lightly kissed his jaw line.

I tugged at his shirt, but he wouldn’t let me have the upper hand. I planted another kiss on his lips. John gripped my jaw, deepening the kiss as he made me part my lips. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, he hummed as I happily welcomed it. He pulled away abruptly as soon as he realized I was enjoying myself. He was going to take his time and rile me up more, even though he knew I already was!

“Take off your clothes.” He ordered, giving my ass a playful spank as he pulled away from me. I quickly shed them off and threw them to the side without any care.

He ran his hands down my body, lightly, barely touching me. The featherlike caresses of his fingers were torture! Albeit, a thrilling torture I didn’t want to be over. I could tell he was frustrated by how willing I was to put up with his torture. John dragged his hands over my skin, avoiding my pussy. He was taking his time to make me into a pretty little mess, just for him. I licked my lips, unconsciously, as I gazed at him expectantly. He gave me a wet kiss and nodded towards our bed.

“Get on the bed.” He ordered. I walked towards the mattress and kneeled on it, waiting for more instructions.

“Lay down on your back.” He said. I laid down on my back with my forearms draped over my stomach.

“Are you comfortable, babe?” He asked, trailing the tips of his fingers down my thighs.

“Yes.” I answered in a husky tone. He placed his hands on my knees, spreading my legs apart.

“Wet already?” He touted me, betrayed by the smile that broke out on his face. John bit down on his lip, hands rubbing along the inside of my thighs. He was slowly inching closer to where I needed him most. I shifted to watch his movements and he surprisingly didn’t forbid me from moving. His fingers finally brushed along my slit, lightly teasing, but careful not to touch my clit.

Slipping, he finally rubbed my clit. I gave him an encouraging nod, slilently asking for him to just fuck me with my fingers already. I knew he hated the fact that I was enjoying the teasing, when he was intending to make me crumble with desire, but he’d have to work harder than that. John crumbled first, parting my lips, pushing into my pussy. I whined as I felt his fingers finally enter me. He paused to let me adjust, but I moved my hips, pushing against his fingers. He curled his fingers inside me. I yelped in pleasure, shifting to look up at him.

“Don’t stop!” I panted. A shudder broke through my body, my wobbly legs pressing together. John quickened his pace, he moaned lowly. I clenched on his fingers, coming down with my eyes shut and my head tilted back. He rubbed my trembling thigh with his free hand, attempting to soothe me as his fingers slowed down. He withdrew his fingers little by little, to then drag them up my folds, flicking his fingertips against my now swollen clit.

“You’re making a mess.” He said cruelly as he circled my clit. My hips jolted up, hands reaching for the first thing they could find, which happened to be the sleeve of his t-shirt.

John hovered over my torso, peppering kisses on my stomach. He licked a stripe up my chest, pressing his fingers more firmly against my clit. His tongue swirled around my nipple at the same rhythm he stroked my clit, flicking at a quicker pace. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt another orgasm run through me. He didn’t give any time to recover, slipping his fingers back into my pussy. He slid down my body, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses. His mouth latched onto my clit, teasing and tasting me. He sucked on my slit, harshly, until I bucked against him. He laughed as I squirmed.

“You’re doing so good.” He said, barely pulling away from my clit. I writhed under him, whimpering in shock at the pleasure. He prodded my pussy with his tongue, pushing it deep into me while thumbing my clit at the same time.

Stretching his arm, he pushed two fingers into my mouth. My tongue curled around his digits as I sucked them, tasting myself. He thrusted his fingers in and out of my mouth at the same time as he lapped at my pussy, teasing my sensitive clit. Muffling my cries by sticking another finger into my mouth, John continued to mercilessly eat me out. With a loud whine I came against as his tongue fucked in and out of me at a relentless pace.

Giving me a small break, he made his way back up. He kissed my cheek first, but I desperately twisted my face to kiss his lips. I tasted myself on his tongue and we both groaned with pleasure. John dragged his hands all over my body, cupping, gripping, caressing, feeling every tremor in my body. I sucked on his tongue, moaning.

“One more for me, hmm?” He mumbled against my mouth.

“Please, John!” I begged. Not really sure if I was begging him to stop or to keep going.

“That’s my good girl.” He said and made his way back down. This was going to be a long night…

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