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Why is it that the absolute best, 200k-word, life-ruining fanfics only reveal themselves past midnight, when I have responsibilities, alarms, and a fragile adult reputation to maintain the next morning?
Anyway. See y'all when I’m emotionally attached to fictional people and wildly unprepared for the morning.
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : turns out a spark of jealousy can ignite quite a fiery scene later on, when bellamy visits your tent.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : softdom!bellamy x fem,virgin!reader, smut (18+), virginity loss, friends to lovers, possessiveness, jealous!reader, piv, fingering, praise kink, size kink, overuse of pet names, creampie.
𝐰𝐜 : 4k.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : there’s little to no references to the previous part btw!
⟶ part1.
Never in your whole life had you been so close to ripping your ears off as you were now — now that the high-pitched chatter of a group of girls your age seemed to follow you around the camp, tormenting you even more than usual. Sure, you’ve been aware of tidbits of their jabbering for some time – but today it truly drove you over the edge.
“Wanna bet I score with him before the week ends?” one girl chuckled loudly, the sentence making everyone more lively.
All you could do was listen from the distance and continue the task of skinning the meat. All while the girls made bets on who would get into Bellamy’s pants first.
“Like hell you will. He doesn’t even leave the dropship lately. His nose is constantly in those dumb maps that weird girl draws for him.” another one scoffed.
The previous girl grunted, her eyes rolling dismissively. “She needs to get off his back. It’s getting annoying.”
“You think they fuck?” another wondered out loud.
“If they do, she’s not doing a very good job. Lately he’s been even more tense and snappy than he used to be.” the joke earned a laugh from the rest of the group.
The knife you peeled the meat with left red marks on your palm from how tight you gripped the handle. Emotions swirling within you were nothing like you had ever felt before. Misery settled over you. Misery of your own patheticness.
Suddenly you remembered something. The promise you made yourself at the arrival on this planet. The promise to never get backed into the corner again.
Your whole chest has been burned by how long you held that amount of love for Bellamy hidden. Now, it desperately tried to break free, exponentiated by the adrenaline rush you just endured.
He was your Bellamy. The one who watched you sketch maps of the area with utter respect for your skilled hand. The one whose warm hands showed you how to handle a smoking gun, whose rugged voice softened when adressing you.
The one you adored.
Your heart leaped to him. And you weren’t capable of holding it back any longer.
•
Hours had slipped by faster than you noticed. It honestly was hard to pay attention to anything other than the ongoing battle inside your head. Realizing what time it was already, you stormed out of your tent. The scouting party was supposed to move out any moment now. They were going to search through a new territory of the woods with the help of your newly, carefully sketched maps, that you beared in your hand in the moment.
It was always loud when the hunters gathered. But invariably, there was one voice that managed to pierce through the chaos with ease.
“Alright, we’ll split into trios today to be on the safe side. Roma, Miller and I are gonna have the walkie-talkies, meaning we’re leading the trios.” Bellamy announced, handing the devices to his two most trusted gunners. “Questions?”
The chatter rose up again while teens formed groups of three. You squeezed your way through the crowd to deliver maps to the leaders of the groups. The moment you handed the paper to Roma, a disgustingly familiar giggle reached your ears. Dreading the sight that awaited you, you slowly turned around — only to see that one particular girl, practically frolicking towards Bellamy.
Well, who was she to pass up the opportunity of a lifetime and not join his trio? You watched the scene as Bellamy carelessly agreed to her company, putting a riffle into her hands. Your pulse jumped when her hand grazed his along the way.
Bearing a heavy heart and burning cheeks, you hurried towards him the moment he finally stepped away from the clingy girl.
“There you are. Thought you decided I don’t deserve a map for a moment.” His eyes lit up with familiar warmth the second your silhouette appeared in front of him.
A teasing smile tugged at your lips. “You have my guidance, do not worry.”
“Thanks angel.” Before you could relish in the sound of the nickname on his tongue, he already turned around, his tone turning rough again. “Okay, we’re heading out! Let’s go!”
No. You couldn’t let him go off with her just like that.
“Bell, wait!”
He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. Before he could speak, you stood on tiptoe, clutched his shoulder and lowered him to your level.
And then a sweet kiss got planted on his cheek.
You felt his olive skin heat up beneath your lips in just those two, delicate seconds.
“Be careful.” you breathed with a smile as you slowly stepped away from him.
You actually did it.
“I…I will be,” He grinned, showing off those smile lines you so adored. “Always am.”
Just when you chuckled, a yell rose from the treeline at the exact moment. “Bellamy! Man, you comin’ or what?” Miller’s impatient groan bursted your bubble. It seemed like the whole group was already diving into the darkness of the forest.
The dazed look in Bellamy’s eyes began to fade away. But despite his best efforts to fully snap out of it, his moves stayed giddy, as if he just got slapped. Or softly kissed. “Coming!” he barked back and then turned to you one last time. He couldn’t leave without giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze now, could he?
Your heart was beating so intensely that it rattled your whole chest. He glanced back at you twice before his eyes lost you for good.
You returned to your tent in a haze. For a few minutes you truly were over the moon. That was util the silence settled in. Until you eventually started pacing back and forth in your tent, descending into your usual insecurities.
Did you push it?
Was that weird?
Should you say sorry?
Hours have passed. You were just in the middle of rehearsing your pathetic, carefully considered apology when the sound of the crowd forming outiside sank through the fabric of your tent — a clear sign of the hunting party’s arrival.
The tightening sensation in your throat made a return. You knew it was only a matter of time until Bellamy would pay a visit. He checked up on you every nightfall. Tonight wouldn’t be any different. Unless you disgusted him now…
Yet it soon turned out you didn’t, when you heard a low, familiar grumble from outside.
“Hey, it’s me. Can I…?”
“Y-Yeah, come on in.” you invited him.
Bellamy’s curls sticked out from behind the tent flap, the space growing smaller and hotter the very moment his large frame entered inside.
“Hey,” You masked the nerves that were knotting inside your stomach with a hopefully casual grin. Mentally preparing yourself for the moment of your utter discomfiture. “Everything went alright out there? Were the maps helpful?”
„Yeah. We think we might have found a new hunting area. You did great with them.” his warm voice filled your ears, letting you feast on the sound. You nodded and felt your blood rush at even the smallest praise from him.
The sounds of the camp slowly fell silent. The only thing to be heard now, was his breathing and the hammering of your heart.
A deep breath in and out seemed like a right way to begin what you had planned.
“Bell, listen, about what happened a few hours ago…I just wanted to say I don’t know why I did that, I guess I was just stupidly worried about you and maybe I was a little jealous, but I don’t want to make it seem like–“
“Hey, hey, slow down…” Confusion was painted all over his face now. “Why are you apologizing? Jealous? Jealous of what?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that…that one girl, who won’t leave you alone, I heard her talking about you all the time and then you were about to go off to the woods with her and…whatever. I don’t know if you know, but all she wants is to just sleep with you. And you know, it’s cool, it’s fine, but I-“
You didn’t get to fully justify yourself.
His lips crashed into yours halfway through another word you tried to utter.
You never truly knew the meaning of time freezing until then.
His palms cupped both your cheeks, smoothing them out with his thumbs during the rushed assault on your mouth. His lips felt even warmer than his hands that he always gently touched you with. They felt better than you ever imagined them to feel when you admired them longingly.
Before you could figure out how to properly return the kiss, he pulled away. With hands still cradling your face the way they would cradle a porcelain doll, his eyes locked with yours desperately, bearing a question within them. Aching for an answer.
He was just about to curse himself for the action — so sudden and inconsiderate — ready to apologize to you. He almost could have thought you were startled… if it wasnt for the way your body gravited forward. Still seeking something.
“Is…is this alright?” he murmured lowly, as if he feared raising his voice even by a bit.
That was the moment you recognized what hunger meant.
You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Your body betrayed you, trembling as it ceased to obey you. All you knew was that you needed him to keep going. You lifted yourself onto your toes and grasped the material of his worn-out jacket, nodding. “Yes. Yeah.”
A quiet, short chuckle rose from his throat as his hands assisted you in your movements. “Alright.” His fingers swept a strand of hair out of your face. A wave of heat rushed through you again when his mouth returned to yours. Even if it was only the second time your lips met — the touch felt like coming home.
The force of the kiss drove you a step backward. Left breathless immediately, you tried to make your lips move in harmony with his, sloppily returning the overwhelming affection. When his tongue entered your mouth, tasting you, parting your lips with a groan, you needed to figure out how to deal with that too. Your body trembled with the amount of love you needed to show him but wasn’t sure how yet. Left dumbfounded.
Bellamy wasn’t an idiot, so he sure didn’t want you to feel like one. Aware of your inexperience, all he wanted was to be good to you. To be what you deserved.
His fingers combed through your hair, sliding down your scalp, your neck, kneading on your skin covered in goosebumps.
Pulling on his curls, sucking on his lips, rubbing your whole body into his was not satisfying enough now. The faint sounds of your worked up whimpers along with your trembling made him pull his lips back just a bit, enough to rest his forehead against yours.
“Relax a bit. What are you shaking so much for, dummy?” the sweet mockery sent a thrill down your spine. Struggling to handle yourself, you nodded and looked deep into his dark eyes. Jesus, he was glancing down at you like you were the only thing on this planet that was worth the warmth of his palms.
“No rush, ‘kay?” his voice lingered on the curve of your neck while his lips tormented the sensitive spot he just found out made you squirm.
Your fuzzy mind didn’t even register when he backed you up towards your sleeping bag. But there you were, surrendering to the way your knees buckled underneath him.
The sheets rustled as he laid you down. You could’ve sworn you saw his brown pupils dilating when he lowered himself on top of you. He made you feel so ridiculously small when his legs caged yours, when his palms covered the entirety of your burning cheeks. You were simply mesmerized by the sheer size of him, here, in your bed.
Your gasps grew louder once his kisses sped up, something almost animalistic blooming in them. Something that you noticed started to take over yourself as well.
His breaths warmed you up everywhere. His mouth worked so damn hard to taste your skin, his saliva covered the edges of your mouth. He stroked your messy hair back once the strands started getting in his way, his hands fondling your head affectionately, then kneading on the back of your neck. They stayed tender. But as tender and careful as they were, they still made the journey downward, sliding down your waist.
That was when his mouth stopped moving. Both of you looked down to where his large palm was spread across your pelvis, the tips of his fingers reverently hooking beneath your shirt. The air was made up of your breaths and gasps merged together as the moment turned static. You both knew what this move would mean. Your eyes locked together felt like an electrifying force either of you refused to stop.
“Can I…?” his voice was so hoarse it made you shiver. You watched him breathe with parted lips and eyes so soft and so wide. He looked worshipful. As if he had something heaven-sent beneath him. Because in that moment, he truly believed he did.
You nodded eagerly, waiting for air to came back into your lungs. “Please. Yes.”
“Thank you, angel,” he murmured pressing a kiss to your stomach, before leaving you bare chested under him with a few smooth moves. “Look at you...” the whisper sank into your skin as his lips took their sweet time appreciating your breasts, alternately with his fingers kneading on them, managing to draw out breathy reactions from your throat. “So beautiful.”
You threw your head back and felt your whole face turn ruby in the sweetest embarrassment you’ve ever felt.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, sweetheart. So good, I promise.”
“Bell…“ Your legs wrapped tight around his waist and as you uncontrollably rubbed yourself against his firm thigh, feeling how embarrassingly wet you had already gotten for him. “Please…”
“I know. I got you,” his lips slid all the way down to your hips, where his hands could get on with getting rid of the rest of your clothes. “I got you. Lift up f’me, baby.” You lifted your lower body immediately. “Mhm, like that, that’s great.” His fingers worked the zipper of your jeans open, sliding them off moments before doing the same to your thin, soaked panties.
Getting more confident, you tugged off his t-shirt, feeling up every inch of his muscled chest you managed to reach, making a fond chuckle escape his throat. Your palm lingered to feel the unnatural hammering of his heart.
“Yeah, no more being shy. No need for that, right?”
“Right.” you whispered and let him brush the words right off your lips with a kiss.
His hands dropped to your thighs. Kneading on them, he carefully forced them open. All while his lips kept peppering soft kisses all over your neck. Wanting to get you relaxed a bit, once he saw how worked up you got.
You peeked down once you felt him approach your sensitive area. Your eyelashes fluttered down, then back up to his gaze.
“Two fingers. That okay, bunny?” he cooed, drawing soothing circles over your leg.
All you could do was nod. Eagerly. Your chest rattled, your legs quivered and parted further. You wholeheartedly needed to give yourself over to him.
He smiled to you reassuringly. You noticed him mouth a silent ‘okay’ before his fingers dragged over the slickness of your folds.
“You’re this excited, baby?” he murmured, his head getting dizzy with how wet you felt.
And then all you felt were his fingers sliding inside you.
You mewled while he circled your clit and worked you open. You tightened around his fingers immediately, so confused about all that sensations, all that pleasure. He pumped them in and out. Slow at first, letting you adjust to the feeling.
“Oh my gosh–“ you sighed into his shoulder. He curled them so deep inside you, causing your hips to involuntarily jerk up.
“Yeah, there? That feel good?” he mouthed into your skin.
“Yes!” you whined.
He kept going, drawing sticky sounds with every faster move of his palm. He needed to show you how the stretch would feel, get you ready if you were to take more than just that.
“Bellamy–” The heat pooling in your stomach was unbearable. Your insides were turning to mush. It was too much. Your body just squirmed, your head falling back when the first orgasm of the night washed over you. With a cry, you came on his fingers.
“There you go, yeah,” He watched you in awe, in utter adoration. Watching your parted lips and red cheeks, listening to your gasps like it was the most beautiful melody. Feeling himself get so painfully impatient, so achingly hard for you. “Do you want more, sweetheart? Somethin’ better? Just tell me if you’re ready.”
Something primal took over your whole body completely, you could barely contain yourself when you nodded desperately, your wide eyes practically pleading to see him inside you. “I…I am. Please, I’m ready.”
“Alright. ‘Kay.” the whisper accompanied the feeling of his vainy hand slowly sliding out of you and making it’s way to his pants. You admired the way his long fingers worked the zipper. The way they revealed his buldged boxers. And finally, the way he freed his heavy cock, reddened, the tip coated with precum.
Your stomach curled at the sight. He…was just so big.
It made you even more nervous. Your widened eyes just followed his movements as he palmed himself swiftly, your stomach sinking at the new sight.
Leaning down to kiss you, he rubbed himself against your folds softly, enough to slide over your cum. Enough to make you twitch, pulling a moan out of you immediately.
“Gonna go slow, alright?” He eased your legs wide open, making room for himself. As he did, he made sure to pamper each of your knees with a kiss. “And you just tell me if it gets too much, yeah? Promise you’ll tell me. Nothin’ to be nervous about.” The way your head kept desperately nodding, told him everything he needed to know.
Your cry filled the tent once he stretched you out. Your slickness coated him, easing his path. You heard him mumble soft apologies into your neck at the sight of your face scrunching in a wave of temporary discomfort.
Your puffy walls clenched around him immediately, making his hips jerk, causing you both to gasp. All you felt was pain and pleasure merging into literal perfection as he finally thrusted himself deep into you.
“I know, I know that hurts a little,” He stroked your cheek, seeing the way you winced. “It’s okay, see? You’re taking me so amazing already,” The feeling of your walls hugging his throbbing cock made groans escape his throat. “You’re so warm, baby,” he panted into your neck, smoothing out your goosebumps-covered skin. “So tight.”
Your pussy gave a sticky sound every time his hips slammed forward. Slow and deep. He buried himself inside you to then drag his whole length back up and sink into you again, hitting that right spot. You mewled and felt your muscles fluttering against him while your nails digged into the freckled skin of his back, attempting to somehow ground yourself.
He couldn’t help but think of how he’d love to listen to the sweet little sounds you made every night, every day, for the rest of his goddamn life.
“Oh, sweetheart, that’s it.” he sighed, voice cracked, as he felt your legs curling around his waist. His dick was hot and throbbing inside you while he kissed you so slowly and so sweetly it was torturous. He was guiding you through sensations you never knew were possible.
A thick pressure deep in your belly made you writhe. When you glanced down, not only did you realize how awfully your thighs have been shaking – you also saw the faint outline of his cock under the skin of your stomach. Something about the sight of him stuffing you full, gave you a primal sense of satisfaction, of pride, of love.
“Yeah, just take it, baby.” You felt his hand trailing down. Firstly, to knead on the swollen area on your lower abdomen. Then, it moved on to your entrance. An embarrassing gasp escaped your throat once his big, soft thumb found your clit again, making you pulse around him uncontrollably. You dropped your forehead on his shoulder, letting your nose dip into the crook of his collarbone.
“I know it’s a lot, baby. You can do it, I know you can.” the praise made you even weaker. “Show me you can do it.”
His moves grew faster, more rushed. You heard his skin slapping against yours all while your ears also picked up the soft whimpers and groans that started to slip more frequently past his lips —sounds so sweet and intimate you straight up thrived on them.
“Bellamy I- I’m gonna–“ you shutted your eyes, disoriented and dazed, overwhelmed by the pleasure that threatened to overflow you.
“Okay, sweetheart just let go. Did so great, now just cum, cum all over me.” he pressed his forehead against yours, his hair tickling your face.
A simple coo from him was enough — with a sinisterly loud cry, you came around him.
His hips buckled when he felt your fluids drip down his thighs, and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer himself. “Where…fuck, where do you–?” he barely formed the rushed question as his head dropped to nestle in the silkness of your hair.
“Inside!” you moaned without any doubt. You knew you had to feel his hot cum spill inside you. You needed him to fill you, truly claim you.
So with one last grind, he finally came inside your walls – the fullness causing your head to spin in ecstasy.
Your covered in sweat bodies remained tangled. Your heartbeats and breaths seemed to blend with one another while you both rode out your highs.
“Everything alright?” he whispered against your lips before tenderly brushing them with his own. “You okay?”
All you could do was nod and send a small smile his way, which he immediately returned.
He stayed buried inside you for a while, embracing you in his warm arms, before he eventually slid out of your folds, leaving you achingly empty, already missing him.
You still felt how stupidly colorful your face must’ve been. Especially now, as you laid on soaked blankets, too overwhelmed to move, becoming aware of the pleasant soreness that took over your thighs. You’ve never felt so vulnerable. But it didn’t scare you. Not when it was with Bellamy by your side, looking down at you with the calmest, most caring look.
With a satisfied sigh, his head dropped downwards while his hand coaxed your delicate legs to part further again. Then, his warm mouth covered your entrance. Your thighs quivered while he planted a delicate kiss over your soaked, swollen cunt.
“You did so great.” the whisper fanned over your skin.
And now there was no doubt — you belonged to one another irrevocably.
