Dominant Clarke and submissive Lexa. There's spanking, and there's flogging, and some toys. Which all leads to a bit of overstimulation and a lot of orgasms. Lexa's a messy bottom/sub and Clarke loves all the reactions and noises she gets out of her. It's a long and intense session and it ends with soft and fluffy aftercare. Clarke takes care of her, holds her, tells her she loves her and does all the things a good dom should do. And Lexa kind of just, melts into her arms, and blushes when Clarke calls her pretty.
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but like... where is my fanart of lexa and clarke in bed. lexa using one of clarke’s thighs as a pillow, looking dreamily up at clarke and saying “im glad you came” and clarke just laying there blissed out like “yeah me too”
The forest green-eyed girl had her eyes trained on Clarke, a look of want quickly filling them. Lexa slowly approached the equally smug looking girl as she kept the smirk on her lips.
Clarke stayed sitting at the barstool, waiting for Lexa to come closer with that swagger in her walk. The sleeves of Lexa’s button up were rolled to her elbows as she glanced down at the gold watch on her wrist. More and more drunk college kids had already started congregating to dance in the middle of the bar.
The club isn’t the best place to find a lover so the bar is where I go.
The new song started blaring, the marimba bumping in the base of the speakers. Lexa took her girlfriends hand at that minute, and led Clarke to the frenzied dance floor.
The pair edged closer to the middle of the pack, starting to feel the music. The two of them are close as they get lost in the crowd. Lexa moves her hands to Clarke’s hips, coaxing their bodies even closer together.
Lets not talk too much, grab on my waist and but that body on me.
Lexa reaches to the top of her button up to undo the top pin, sweat starting to bead around her collar and in her long braids. Clarke attempts to turn around as her hips begin to sway to the entrancing beat. Despite the many college-partygoers pressing close against the couple in the crowded area, Clarke and Lexa start to feel like they are the only ones in the dimly lit bar.
I’m in love with the shape of you, we push and pull like a magnet do.
Clarke successfully spun around. She could feel the hot breathe of Lexa on her neck as she allowed the taller girl to press up against her back and their bodies fell in sync. Lexa’s lips lowered to brush the crook of Clarke’s neck as their bodies swayed to the rhythm together. Lexa’s firm arms were still wrapped around Clarke’s waist when she started huskily murmur the lyrics in her ear.
Clarke shuddered lightly and closed her eyes, the warmth of their bodies still radiating between them. The blue-eyed girl turned to face Lexa once more, gazing up into her own for a moment before pulling her into a kiss, her finger grazing Lexa’s taut jawline. Clarke parted her lips, deepening the kiss for only a moment before slowly pulling away again. Lexa faces Clarke, her words blending into the background and barely audible to Clarke. She had to repeat the phrase with that smug expression still on her lips.
Lexa laughed over the music, leaning closer to Clarke. “I said,” Lexa starts as she lightly squeezes Clarke’s waist, “Do you wanna get out of here?”
A smile started to curl at the edge of Clarke’s features as she quickly obliged the statement. Lexa leaned down to take Clarke’s lips into another quick kissed before she smiled once more and led her off of the dance floor.
Although my heart is falling too, I’m in love with your body.
for the prompt thingy you're doing, can you do d/s clexa, with Lexa's praise kink? I live for lexa losing it when Clarke says "my good girl" to her
oh gosh i’ve been talking to @shesjacks about heavy praisekink clexa and starting out like having lexa just repeat stuff cos that’s easier for her
lexa sighs when clarke tugs her up to her feet from the couch, swaying into clarke’s chest and nuzzling at her throat. they shufflewalk, naked except the harness cinched tight around clarke’s hips, aimless wandering hands and sloppy kisses, until the small of lexa’s back bumps against the table. clarke kisses her once more, hungry, and lexa’s pliant in her hands, turning and bending, pressing her chest against the table with a little grumble at the cold of it before lifting her hips.
clarke slides in real easy and slow, all the way until she’s flush against lexa, leaning down to bite at the bumps of her spine. “you feel good,” she murmurs against lexa’s jaw, trembling from being on her tiptoes. “do you feel good?”
“yes,” lexa mumbles. she rocks, the table squeaking. “clarke...”
“sshh.” clarke slaps her ass, teasing, just a little smack, and lexa jolts. “just say what i tell you.” she times the command with the first thrust and lexa moans, slackmouthed against the table, drooling a little. “okay?”
“okay,” lexa echoes, perfect, and clarke fucks her slow for a few minutes, quiet, the traffic distant from outside and the lights down low, lexa’s heavy breathing and her little noises and the sound of the toy wet and obscene.
“feels good? tell me.”
“feels good,” lexa babbles, “really good, clarke plea--” she yelps when clarke taps her again, stinging, against her clit, awkward angle but hard enough her body clenches up.
“good girl,” she murmurs, when lexa stays quiet and lifts up as much as she can for clarke, her fingers clenched around the edges of the table. “who’s my good girl?” she thrusts hard enough the table legs scrape on the ground. “answer.”
“i am,” lexa says, in a whoosh of an exhale, almost freeing. “i’m your good girl.”
“so good,” clarke coos, right in her ear, body curved to grind into her in small punishingly slow circles. “so good, what a good girl.”
lexa whimpers, teeth sunk into her lip, and clarke slips a finger inside her alongside the toy. “good girl,” lexa mumbles, eyelids fluttering. her hands go lax and her body moves in tiny jolts while clarke fucks her.
“obedient,” clarke murmurs, picking up the pace, “gorgeous, smart, strong.”
“yours,” lexa rasps, starting to clench up and flutter. she whines when clarke withdraws, then sucks in a shuddering needy breath when clarke starts to play with her clit.
“say it,” clarke coaxes, “be a good girl and you can come.”
“i’m a good girl,” lexa pants, “your good girl, i’m good---”
