Hey @heda-in-the-clouds so... i did a little something for you π€
You said you wanted Wanheda's Dagger π‘ so here's it. Poor Judgment wanheda's dagger, already inside Lexa's pussy because, y'know favorite places and all that.
Literally just wrote this, not edited, gay out of the notes. Technically timeless, but probably a little bit after what you, and only you, know will happen in part two.
"Fuck-"
Clarke is breathing heavily against her neck, the slap of their skin is loud in the compact space of Lexa's bathroom. Lexa's breath are havored as well, she's holding onto the counter tightly, pushing her pelvis back with each thrust forward of Clarke's hip.
"Lexa" Clarke moans into her ear, a hand firmly on her hip, guiding her and keeping her close, and another one wandering all over Lexa's front.
The mirror is foggy from the shower they just took together -and fucked on, as well- there's a wandering thought in Lexa's mind about getting all sweaty again and needing another shower, but no thought manages to stay for too long anyways.
The view of herself in the mirror, with Clarke's face pressed to the side of her head, her body shaking with the way Clarke pounds into her, is too hot for her to handle it all together. Her eyes close as she moans and lifts a hand to grab the back of Clarke's neck.
On instinct she lifts a leg and -oh. Now she can see Clarke's dick enter her cunt through the mirror.
"Ohhh fuuuck!"
"Fuck that's hot" Clarke moans too, wandering hand moving to grab at the back of Lexa's knee and keep her leg up.
"Oh my- fuck!" The angle is so much better, as if eight inches didn't reach far, it felt like Clarke could go deeper now, her thrust where more upward, making Lexa hold on for balance as she was pushed to lift up.
"Lex-" Clarke's thrust grew uncoordinated, Lexa could tell by now that she would try and change the pace to make her finish first, but Lexa wouldn't have it.
"Fuck me through your orgasm" she heaved out. Clarke moaned instantly at the thought
It took a second, presumably for Clarke to decide if she'd follow through, before she put Lexa's leg down gently and grab at her other hip. Clarke leaned on her making Lexa lean forward, almost resting her elbows on the counter as Clarke picked up the pace.
If it was even posible the sound of the slap of their skin grew louder, Clarke breath too, and her moans and prizes and course were as fluid as the fast cant of her hips.
"Fuck Lex-" the hold she hand on Lexa's hips might bruise, but Lexa couldn't care less, Clarke was moaning in her ear and her member was so deep inside her pussy she could basically feel it in her stomach.
"Oh fuck-fuck-fuck Lex-aa!"
"Clarke, oh go-od" Lexa moan as Clarke pushed unbelievable deeper with her last few thrust as she came, pushing harder with her hips and pulling tightly with her hands.
The way she jerk inside her was almost enough for Lexa to come, she could feel her own wall stutter but she knew she wasn't there yet.
That was, until Clarke took action, still jerking the remanets of her orgasm she looped an arm around Lexa's wait to keep thrusting into her as her left hand moved down to relentlessly rub her clit - still sensitive for all the sucking in the shower.
"Oh- FUCK!" Like a brick Lexa's orgasm hit with no more warning and Clarke moaned as her thrusts were slowed by the tightness of Lexa's walls.
Every breath out from Clarke was a moan into her ear that prolonged Lexa's never ending full body shake.
Finally the waves subsided and Lexa felt her entire body relax, she leaned forward fully dropping her head between her arms now fully resting on the counter. Clarke leaned heavier on her, leaning her own head on Lexa's shoulder, her hands unmoving as if not yet ready to let go.
"Fuck" Clarke sigh at last after a few shared breaths in silence.
"Indeed" Lexa lazily nodded into her own arms making Carke huff a laugh.
When Clarke sighs quietly, kisses her back and soflty grabs her by the waist, Lexa knows to sigh out and relax for Clarke to pull out. She still whimpers at the loss, can't help but lean back, chasing.
Clarke kisses the back of her shoulder again, quietly throwing away the condom before leaning lazily on Lexa again.
"Careful" Lexa warns as Clarke acomodates casually resting her soft staff against Lexa's very much still up-in-the-air ass. Clarke seems to only smile at it, kissing Lexa's sweaty back one more time.
After a minute Lexa sighs and lifts up, turning around immediately meeting Clarke's lips. The kiss is languid, lazy and tired. They break for air quickly and Lexa is smood went grabbing a towel and cleaning Clarke up.
She kissed Lexa harder then, and she smiles into it, lazing her arms around Clarke's shoulders.
"You-" Lexa chucked, trying to pull back when a particular swipe of her tongue makes Clarke grab at her wait to pull her closer "you need to get out-" she managed before Clarke kissed her again. With a frown this time.
"-so I can take a real shower" she says but still doesn't let go, or spots kissing Clarke.
She's addicted.
Clarke pouts into her mouth "How am I supposed to stay out there knowing you're cleaning your come off your pussy?" She says balantaly.
So what if Lexa moans.
She moans again when Clarke is swift in entering her with two fingers, no resistance whatsoever.
"Let me do a pre-clean?" She asks, kissing down her neck.
Lexa huffs, she's so casually smooth it's ridiculous. Even more so that she likes it so much.
"No" she says, even as tilts her head and Clarke's hand start moving inside her already drenching cunt "get out" she sighs as she cants her hips into the feeling.
Clarke stops at once, and Lexa prizes herself at not reacting. Clarke pulls back and pouts at her.
"Fine" she pouts harder and leans in for a kiss. Lexa smirks and gives her a few before pulling back and moaning when Clarke pulls out.
The kiss one more time, and before Clarke is out the door, she looks at Lexa dead in the eye and licks her fingers clean.
Lexa closes the door on her face.
Incredibly flustered all over again.
