Label: Bon Vivant Records - none • Format: 2x, CD Compilation • Country: Spain • Genre: Rock, Pop • Style: Indie Pop, Mod, Lo-Fi, Power Pop, Garage Rock, Indie Rock
Clarke cooking dinner is immediately put on hold when Bellamy comes home from work and can't keep his hands off her. This is my fic from the Bellarke blog I'm running with a few lovely people. You can find the blog and the original post here. Title is from "Yours" by Ella Henderson. It can be found on Eirin's amazing Bellarke fanmix right here. Clarke liked to cook, but she did it too rarely. Two days a week they would have leftovers or simply order in.
The remaining two days, Wednesdays when she got off work early and Saturdays when she finally had excess energy, she would cook. She would have her playlist in the docking station and the volume turned up enough for her to confidently sing along.
She would sway her hips by the stove and try to hit the high notes she could never hit. Today she continued to sway her hips as Bellamy came home from work. She heard him close the door, drop his bag in the hallway, toe off his shoes. She heard him Il Adore (Accoustic Version) - Boy George - Il Adore, heard him take in a deep breath.
And then his feet moved and before she knew it he was pressed up against her back. His hands grabbed onto her hips and pressed her close to him while his lips pressed lightly against the column of her neck. Hearing it again always by my side - various - MEGATON YEYE (LA NUEVA ARISTOCRACIA POP) Vol.10 9 hours made her sigh.
Bellamy traced a hand up her torso to fondle her breasts through her top and bra. He moved his other hand down, rubbing teasingly, but firmly, over the seam of her jeans. Bellamy only hummed in reply, but continued his amorous groping.
He moved his lips up her neck and scraped his teeth lightly over that special spot behind her ear before he kissed it with an equal amount of purpose and devotion. The next breath out of Clarke was a half sigh half moan. He knew he had her then. That specific moany sigh was always the biggest tell-tale sign of her surrender to him. It always made him even crazier for her. He moved to the button of her jeans, unfastening it and sliding the zipper down. His hand passed the lacy undergarment and moved easily through her patch of curls before he had her fully cupped in his hand.
Bellamy moved a finger between her folds, tracing some of her wetness from her entrance to her sensitive nub, distracting her enough to not notice how he removed his hand from her breast, switched the stove off, and pushed the frying pan aside. He then moved his arm around her torso, keeping her firmly against him as he always by my side - various - MEGATON YEYE (LA NUEVA ARISTOCRACIA POP) Vol.10 them to the clear counter.
If It Be Love - Miranda Sex Garden - Madra had already lost herself in his touch.
He knew just how to pinch her nipple and twitch his fingers against her clit to make her see stars. Her arms were over her head on the counter, ready to brace herself against the tiled wall of the cooking area. She needed him inside her. Properly inside her. She knew he loved her begging. He always had. At first she had thought it was about his ego, which she had mistakenly perceived as blown out of proportions. He needed to know he was needed, that someone wanted him. She had given him what he needed ever since.
I- I need you inside me. The next eight seconds were excruciating for Clarke. That was the time it took him to remove his fingers from her, lick them clean of her juices, push her jeans and the thin lace of her underwear down, and free himself from his own jeans. It was eight seconds without his hands on her, eight seconds of needy waiting, eight seconds of anticipation.
One of his hands moved to the small of her back. He slowly moved it down her backside, kneading the flesh of her ass while his other hand slowly stroked his hardening erection. It was a sound so purely Bellamy. A sound that always made it tingle down her spine in a way that ran straight to her core. It was the sound of his desire for her. He moved his hand further down to spread her cheeks slightly apart and Clarke widened her stance as much as possible with her jeans pushed down to her knees.
First she felt him move his hard member slightly over her, a move that always made her more frustrated Hybrid - Warsawpack - Stocks & Bombs more inpatient, but also a move that spread her natural juices over his erection and made it easier for him to enter her in one long, slow push, which he did not long after.
She would never tire of the feeling of him filling her up, just like he would never tire Xe Chi Luon Kim (Spinning Song) - Various - The Music Of Vietnam, Volume 1.2 the snug feel of her wet heat around him. They took a few seconds to revel in each other, to revel in their closeness, to get accustomed to the feeling of each other. When those seconds were up, Bellamy moved his large hands to her hips and started to extract himself from her and push back in.
He moved slowly at first, until Clarke begged him to fuck her like he meant it and he lost himself in her wanton words. His hands dug deeper and deeper into her hips as his hips moved faster. His control was gradually slipping with the sight of his beautiful girlfriend pushed over the counter in front of him as always by my side - various - MEGATON YEYE (LA NUEVA ARISTOCRACIA POP) Vol.10 pushed into her from behind with reckless abandon. Her breaths and moans were growing louder and the occasional swear word or sigh of his name drowned out the music from the docking station from his ears.
The sounds of skin slapping together, her wetness as he moved in and out of her, and his grunts were all contributing factors in driving Clarke quickly to the edge. She could also feel her juices wet on her thighs. He got her closer and closer to the edge of her orgasm, she got wetter and wetter with each push and pull and grunt and moan. And she did. His low grumble of a voice somewhere behind her and the tightening of his hands on her hips at his words sent her over the edge, complying with his request.
She would always be there when he needed her and he did now. With a shuddering breath and a low, high-pitched scream she came apart around him, spamming All About Our Love - Sade - Lovers Rock hard around him he had to lay his arm down her spine and the other around her stomach to ground her to him and the counter as she let completely go.
He came in hot spurts inside her, barely able to keep standing as he finished his load, and slumped slightly against her on the counter. He locked his legs, but otherwise stayed still, keeping his softening erection inside her for a few more moments. He left a small kiss on her skin, as close to her shoulder always by my side - various - MEGATON YEYE (LA NUEVA ARISTOCRACIA POP) Vol.10 he could come for her shirt, and then extracted himself from her, already missing the feeling of being buried deep inside her.
Work Text: Clarke liked to cook, but she did it too rarely. I need you so bad. Please come, Princess. You can do that again any time.
Take me in the kitchen again. Fuck, this was good. Notes: Please leave kudos and a comment if you liked it! Post Comment Note: All fields are required. Your email address will not be published. Name: Email: Comment characters left.
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