#alpha lexa

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Status: WIP

Summary: One moment of distraction is all it takes for Clarke to accidentally send a text admitting how much Lexa’s scent affects her to the wrong addressee. Lexa. Her Alpha roommate on the cusp of her rut. The situation would be only slightly mortifying and complicated if Clarke wasn’t also an Alpha. In a world where biology and prejudices often go hand-in-hand, will the two women get their happy ending?

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Chapter 1: The Scent of You...

Deep blue eyes crossed in front of the laptop, too tired for the words to make sense anymore. Clarke usually enjoyed biochem, but after five hours of reviewing her notes, she was reconsidering her position. As well as her decision to get into pre-med. Maybe she should have pursued her second passion, the arts, instead of leaving it as a hobby. Her open-minded family would have supported her decision. But being a doctor would offer her a steady income, enough to feed how many children she might have one day. It would help her fulfill her role as an Alpha. Being an artist, however…

The smell bursting from under the door warned her of her roommate’s arrival. A scent of wood, pine and oak, and of moss and wet grass. Lexa’s scent. Stronger than usual, which could only mean one thing. Fuck. Lexa came through the door a second later, and her scent confirmed what Clarke feared. Lexa was in rut. Or she would soon be.

"I missed you, and I'm sorry for not..."

She cut Clarke off with a kiss and said, "There is nothing you need to be sorry about, Clarke. I'm blaming all of this on my ex."

Clarke laughed and leaned her head against Lexa's chest. They rested for a moment, finally finding the peace that had alluded them the past week as they rocked against the door holding each other. A subtle shift in the air between them and Lexa lifted Clarke's chin and melted under the intense gaze of lust brimming at the edges of her smokey blue eyes, drifting to one eye and then the other. She knew the look, understood her need, and wanted to fulfill all of Clarke's desires, but she didn't want to kill the mood, still carrying the hours riding the bus over her body.

"I've been on the road for hours, and I could use a shower." To soften the blow for making her mate wait a moment longer, she left the luggage by the front door, lifted Clarke in her arms, and took her to their bedroom.

Finding her way by instinct, her eyes lightly closed as she held onto Clarke, who had possession over her mouth. Filthy and needy, groaning moans of desire poured off of her. But when Clarke sucked on her tongue, it made her hard instantly, and she faltered, wishing her jeans would rip open as her cock strained against her worn denim-covered prison.

Lexa's desire grew as she tossed Clarke on the bed with a huff. Clarke's slippers went flying as she ripped her sweats and panties off and pulled her feet down to the end of the bed, lifting her legs and draping them over her shoulders and burying her face between Clarke's legs. One hand wrapped around Clarke's leg, allowing her fingers to part her soaking lips. 

The other hand went to the waistband of her jeans and tugged, detecting the soft sounds of the buttons releasing and withdrew herself from her pants.

Lexa growled into Clarke's pussy, licking her way up one side and down the other, over and around her clit and avoiding the sensitive flesh, for now. She wanted to build Clarke up until she pleaded with her to come. To send her over into a satisfying climax and leaving her too weak to stand and giving her time take a quick shower. That still hung in the back of her mind as her hips sought relief from the cool air over her exposed cock. Unable to run her hand over her shaft while Clarke bucked into her face and she held on for dear life.

"Fuck me," Clarke cried out.

Lexa snarled as Clarke's heat scent filled her lungs and used her nose to nudge around her dripping slick wetness. It coated her face as she cupped Clarke's ass, pulling her closer and burying her tongue deep inside her mate. Clarke's body shook around her head. Her legs draped over her back drew her in. Clarke was close. So close to coming apart. Lexa could have pulled back, leaving her wanting. But her common sense also told her it would be cruel after their separation. She needed her omega to come.

Clarke's clit swelled outward from the hood of skin, more so as she came into her heat, and Lexa latched on and flicked firmly once then twice, and Clarke cried out, her back arching as she exploded over Lexa's chin and tee-shirt.

Lexa bumped her nose over her clit and watched, fascinated at her pulsing release. Clarke settled as she blew over the throbbing bud and placed a gentle kiss.

Clarke hissed as her hands combed through her hair, encouraging Lexa to come to her. Hands on her shoulders, and she fell into her arms. As her cock pressed down against Clarke's naked belly, Lexa began to arch and hump against her soft skin by instinct.

Clarke reached down and tried to edge her cock inside as Lexa resisted half-heartedly. "Clarke, I need to..." She stopped when Clarke drew her down into a kiss, claiming possession over her tongue once more.

Clarke groaned into her mouth, no doubt tasting her first release. One of many her girl would experience the next few days. Lexa so wanted to be inside Clarke. The bare surface of her stomach, however sensual, wasn't enough contact. Lexa hesitated to go any further until she removed the odors of the bus and all of the miles from the road off of her body.

Clarke looked up at her, still in the fog of her climax, and released her. "Go, but hurry back."

"I promise." Lexa kissed her once more and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

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Clarke realized as she waited that Lexa's thoughtful care over her need intensified her yearning to be bred. What fell away was the disappointment of their brief separation. Clarke's excitement grew into that longing that would bring out her mating omega's aggression. Only the very hint of Clarke's heat was satisfied, but the intense need to be fucked still held heavy in her loins as Clarke ran her hands over the sheets of their unmade bed and listened to Lexa in the bathroom, smiling after she coaxed her getting into the shower. Lexa probably didn't even wait for the water to grow warm.

The seconds turned to minutes, the water turned off, and the shower door opened and closed. Lexa stepped out of the bathroom a moment later, naked and dripping wet from her steaming shower. Lexa's cock stood proudly between her legs and didn't bother drying off. Her hair hung slightly wet around her face and back, and she came to the edge of their bed and waited.

Clarke wagged her legs open, purring, then faltered when Lexa began to stroke her cock, making her moan as Lexa chuckled and advanced on her like a panther. Her eyes pinned on the wetness seeping out of cunt. She placed one knee at a time on the surface of their bed and crawled between Clarke's legs, welcoming her home.

"Is this what you need, Omega?" Lexa uttered as she sat back on her knees. Clarke nodded, her speech caught in her throat as it drew to her alpha, inviting her to mount her cock.

Clarke kept her eyes locked on Lexa's as they grew dark as the night. Her primal urged Clarke to settle her cunt over Lexa's stiff shaft.

Lexa looked up at her with a cocky grin and held onto her cock as Clarke eased down. Moaning as each inch filled that aching emptiness. It wiped away the remaining doubt the last few days created.

Lexa buried her face between Clarke's breasts when she seated herself inside her omega. Staying still for a moment as she worshiped each nipple. Kissing one and then the other and gazed up into Clarke's face. Her eyes closed as she sucked on her lower lip and rolled her throbbing clit into her short curls at the base of her cock.

Clarke's cunt was tight. Squeezing down and milking her cock for all she was worth, urging Lexa to come. But, it was much, much too soon to release into her mate as her knot had yet to swell. What self-control she possessed, Lexa rose to her knees, taking Clarke with her. Their bodies connected tightly and lifted Clarke a few inches off her cock, making Clarke cry out at the lack of fullness she craved.

Over and over, Lexa penetrated her mate. Clarke's legs wrapped securely around her waist as she took her girl for a ride. The heat and sweat built between them when Clarke bit down on Lexa's lip and then sucked it into her mouth. Lust filled Clarke's darkened eyes when she pulled back. Lexa bucked her hips upward into Clarke's dripping cunt again and again. Sweat-covered foreheads, as wet cheeks and lips were kissed. Lexa was home. Her mate still desired her. Her place inside her mate soothed the ache of their separation until nothing in the world existed but the love they had for one another.

Thick, long, and hot. Clarke reeled as Lexa surged inside of her. Clarke's nails raked over Lexa's shoulders, then gripped the back of her neck, pulling Lexa's face up, seeing in her half-open eyes their connection.

Gone was the doubt that had been her company. Banished from her thoughts was the distance that kept them apart. Lexa claimed her body and soul as she filled her. Lexa groaned as she ran her nose over her neck, parting her hair, hunting for her mating mark, and finding it with a kiss on the scar.

Lexa's cock grew hungry as she pounded into her flesh, claiming her omega. Then laid Clarke on her back, pushing her legs further apart. The growing urgency between them rose.

Clarke knew the moment was near for them both. Lexa panted and spoke words of desire on each thrust. "You need me. You want only me inside of you. My omega, my omega," Over and over again, Lexa's truth laid bare, and Clarke's heart soared over the din of doubt that plagued her thoughts.

"Fuck me, Lexa. Harder." Her alpha complied and split her apart on each thrust.

Lexa could hold out as long as need be, giving everything to her omega and erasing the pain of their separation created. Biting down on Clarke's shoulder caused her mate to squeeze tighter over her cock. Sheath within her mate as her knot began to fill. Lexa's pushed hard, pushed deeper as Clarke's legs wrapped around her body and opened enough that her knot nearly caught.

Crying out in need and disappointment, she could hear Clarke's moans and pushed once more, coming close yet still not locking herself in place.

"Please, Lexa, I need you, all of you. Inside of me."

It nearly broke Lexa's heart and rose over her mate, finding her eyes, pleading to be mated. Lexa kissed her lips, parting them as she moved quicker, deeper, slamming between her open legs, and then with a steady, sure path, her knot slipped past the tight muscle of Clarke's cunt, and her mate came.

Lexa soon followed, squirting hot jets of come deep inside her mate. Her face caught between Clarke's neck and face, pushing on each release to fill her wholly, as they soon settled and took a moment to find their breaths.

Clarke's hands roamed over her back. Making patterns on her skin that may have been words of love if she could think clearly. Tied for the moment, Lexa lifted off of Clarke a mere inch or two, kissed her cheek, then laid her head down, contemplating the next few days she would give everything to Clarke to fulfill her heat and fill her heart with love. She owed everything to Clarke for finding her soul and keeping it safe in their joined bodies.

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Happy Birthday, Mate!

Not you delivering me a smut novel for my birthday 🫢🤭🤭🤭 I loved it!! Smut anon always makes puthy flapps feel real special 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Lexa x Clarke x Anya

Chapter 1 is up!!

Summary:

A prophecy was written long long ago of the coming of Wanheda and her mates. Their lives are to be full of love and happiness with peace for all under their rule....

But they must survive what awaits them first for peace isn't so easily achieved on the ground. There are others who seak to undermine the peace they are fighting for and profit from the chaos of disharmony...

The signs have come....

Wanheda is here...

To Build a Home - DoneWithIt

After bleeding all over Raven, Commander Lexa kom Trikru sends her a package full of clothes to replace the ones she damaged. Raven sends her back a thank you letter, and before she knows it she finds herself exchanging letters with the Commander regularly. Secretly, they both keep answering the letters out of fear of seeming impolite.

Deep down, they both love it.

What Could Have Been - DoneWithIt

(Companion Piece to - To Build a Home)

A couple of One-Shots taken from the deleted scenes of To Build a Home.

Wrapped Around Her Finger - commandmetobewell 

Fanfiction Moodboard - Dangerously in Love (With You, Two) by @wolfjillyjill

“Clarke looked to her rulers again, gathering herself before voicing her words. “What I am here to ask falls outside the traditions of all of our clan’s practices, but I hope you will hear me out and give it the generosity of your consideration.” The omega licked her parched lips. “Will you, Leksa kom Trikru and Costia kom Floukru, Commander and Queen of the thirteen clans, take me, Klark kom Skaikru, as your mate?”

Merry Christmas. Here’s something to read over the Holidays.