Oooookaaaaay so this is my first smut.
Don't ask me where it came from.
Usually I'm good at writing comedy and dialogues. In this, no humor nor real dialogues. So yeah basically I don't know if it's good or not so... PLease tell me guys
Also I'm french so if there are mistakes, I'm sorry.
(can't belive I'm saying this but...) hope you'll enjoy !
"Clarke this is wrong."
"No more wrong than the usual"
"Clarke the parents of a bullied child will be there in ten minutes. We-Mhmm" Lexa's word changed into a moan when her student's lips bit her ear. "Clarke we can't !" she insisted. Like if it could somehow stop her assailant.
The blonde pulled back, her blue eyes dark and a mischievous, devilish grin on her face "Alright make me stop"
Lexa rolled her eyes "Clarke get out of my office. I know you're supposed to be in science right now."
Clarke faked a pout "But you're wearing a skirt… a really tight, black, leather skirt… accompanied by its two best friends-" she pulled at Lexa's tights, her bottom lip between her teeth "You practically asked for it…" added the girl, slipping both of her hands under the material of Lexa's skirt, slowly trailing her hands up the principal's thighs.
Lexa unceremoniously chased Clarke out of her lap and stood from her armchair, adjusting her skirt. She put some order on her desk nervously and tried again "Clarke they will be there in a minute, go back to class."
That's when the blonde slowly wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, pressing one of her thigh into Lexa's bottom.
Of course the girl wouldn't just go and live her alone…
The woman grabbed the edge of her desk when Clarke started kissing the nape of her neck, unbuttoning the collar of her shirt.
A strangled, meant to be a warning, 'Clarke' escaped Lexa's mouth and the blonde grinned wider.
"I told you to make me stop but you're still there, letting me do everything I want. Be honest-" Lexa swallowed, Clarke had pushed her into the desk, pressing against her ass harder, her hands slowly descending to the brunette's hips and thighs "You love that, don't you ?"
Lexa closed her eyes and somehow managed to answer with words "I'm waiting for someone."
But then Clarke bit her ear again, harder, and a low, husky hum uncontrollably resounded in Lexa's throat.
At that, a knock echoed in the room followed by Anya's voice "Miss Wilde, Charlotte's parents are there"
Lexa's eyes opened wide, heart freezing in her chest and Clarke repressed a laugh.
"Hide ! Now !" ordered the woman, as discreetly as she could, buttoning her shirt, and untying her hair in an attempt to conceal the mess that her face probably was.
Clarke rapidly looked around her searching a place to hide but for the first time in three month she realised how empty Lexa's office was. She rolled her eyes. Lexa and her phobia of dust… She threw herself under the massive wooden desk and Anya knocked again.
"Yes, please come in" Lexa quickly sat back on her chair, kicking Clarke further under the desk, earning a whispered 'Ouch !'. Lexa wouldn't admit it out loud but she found that sound satisfying. 'You had it coming' she thought.
Anya opened the door and the parents entered the room. Lexa stood, extending her hand "Mr and Mrs Dubois. As much as I appreciate meeting with my student's parents, I wish we weren't here today for such a terrible reason. Please have a seat." She motioned to the two chairs in front of the desk and the parents sat. Lexa hesitated a second before sitting back on her chair too and she prayed, pleaded all the gods she knew for Clarke to behave.
But if there was something Lexa should've learned by now it was that Clarke never behaved. It was not even sure that this word figured into the girl's dictionary. Already an enthusiastic smirk was spreading on the blonde's face when the brunette threw a rapid look under the piece of furniture.
"Mrs Wilde, thank you for seeing us."
Lexa gave the man a small humble nod "It is normal Mr. It is my first priority to ensure that my students are happy in my establishment. Please tell me about Charlotte."
The principal suddenly straightened her back when she felt her left high heeled shoe being slowly removed and light delicate fingers traced the curves from her foot to her calf. A tingle in her earlobe made her nervously adjust her hair, now overly self-conscious of the mark Clarke had probably deliberately left. Her heart rate got up in a second. What if they already saw…
But hopefully, the parents seemed completely oblivious.
"One day a month ago, Charlotte came back home in tears, blue paint all over her clothes"
When Clarke started to trail kisses along her leg Lexa stiffly shifted in her seat, crossing her legs in hope that somehow it could protect her from the worst.
"And when we asked her what had happened she refused to tell us. Then her stuff started to disappear without reason and her marks dropped"
Lexa opened the young girl's file in front of her to confirm what she already knew. Or to be honest, occupy her mind and hands, just concentrate on something different than the delicious feeling of Clarke's wet lips on her shin. That's the moment the blonde chose to resume one of her previous ministrations : pulling up Lexa's skirt. The blonde's hands on her thighs made Lexa blackout for a second, lost in thoughts, silence prayers and pleas in hope that somehow Clarke would miraculously stop. When she came back to reality both parents were looking at her expectantly.
"Are you alright Mrs Wilde ? Your face seems red."
Lexa's heart skipped a beat, the fear of the couple finding out flooding her mind. Eventually she smiled at the worried mother in front of her "Yes. Must be the remnants of my cold. Don't worry it's nothing. Now did she gave you names or descriptions ?"
As the man started to list names, the principal felt something poke her knee so she rapidly threw a look under her desk. Clarke was holding a small pink post-it saying 'uncross your thighs'. Her eyes widened for a second before falling back on the parents. 'In your dreams !' she thought. "I see" she said with a nod even if she hadn't listened to a single syllable the father had pronounced.
"I think… I think she mentioned a certain Kevin but I'm not sure" the woman said and the blonde poked Lexa's knee again.
'Uncross your legs or I get out from under this desk' The thought of it sent a shiver down Lexa's spine. The only reason she had let Clarke do what she wanted was because the girl actually had proofs, proofs that could send her to jail in the blink of an eye if people knew about them. Clarke's family was rich. Clarke's parents were overprotective but most of all, Clarke was 17. Clarke was a student. And Lexa was her 26 year old principal. Every time she summarized the situation the brunette couldn't help but think about how wrong this whole thing was. Lexa quickly listed the pros and cons. Well if you can call this a list considering the only thing she could think about was that Clarke had nothing to lose in this mess. She had just a few words to say to the police to destroy Lexa's entire life.
The principal momentarily closed her eyes, slowly uncrossing her trembling legs, already regretting what was about to happen. To distract her she said "I would like to discuss this with her in person if it is possible"
"I don't know if she would want to meet with you… She barely talks to us I… I…" The mother had started crying and Lexa extended an arm to hand her the tissue box.
Guilt then filled the brunette. She'd feel better walking naked in front of the statue of liberty than right now in her office, her legs opened for Clarke to shamelessly stare. Lexa didn't know what triggered it but her heart started to hammer so hard against her ribcage she was sure that if silence fell, even the parents might be able to hear it. Maybe it was the fear of being busted. Or the guilt of feeling sexually aroused right in front of an emotionally crumbling mother. Or maybe just the anticipation and the lack of actions from Clarke, eliciting the worst kind of frustration deep inside her, the kind that shouldn't be allowed by the law.
At this point she felt too hot. She could get rid of her jacket but… She would feel even more bare and vulnerable. She could stand and open the window but she didn't trust her legs. All she could do was literally melt in her seat. Or maybe even melt the chair at the same time, who knows ? She could already feel her blood boil into her veins after all.
Finally Clarke touched her but not in the way she expected. She had just poked at her knee again. When Lexa looked under the desk she saw the devilish smile of Clarke and a single word on the post-it.
'Spread'
The brunette felt a wave of warmth run through her already way too hot body. She couldn't believe that she was actually grateful that the woman in front of her was loudly crying, loudly enough to cover the shaky breath that escaped her nose. It was the point of no return. The exact moment Lexa gave up. Satisfying Clarke so that she could be over with this torture as soon as possible became her only goal.
She rested her elbows on the desk, raising her hands to rest her lips on them, and somehow hide at least a good half of her face. She shifted on her chair to sit on the very edge. And she spread. She couldn't find in her the strength to look at what she knew was between her legs, Clarke's victorious smirk.
"I'm… I'm sorry principal… It's just…"
"Yes it's still our baby after all. It's unbearable for us to watch her suffer so much while not being able to do anything…"
Clarke had started to lightly run a finger along Lexa's inner thigh and the brunette barely heard her own words behind the pounding of her pulse in her ears "Of course. I understand your f-" she stopped midsentence when Clarke, in a quick movement, had grazed the front of her underwear with her fingertip. Hopefully Lexa managed to regain enough composure to clear her throat and make her previous stuttering for a proof of her emotional state. Emotional state brought by Charlotte's affair of course. "I understand your feeling and I guarantee you that I will do all I can to help your daughter."
Lexa was almost proud of herself when she released a breath after ending her sentence without any more strange reactions despite Clarke's now two fingers pressed against her crotch. Clarke's digits were gently caressing the lace of Lexa's underwear. When the blonde started to kiss and suck her inner thighs, the brunette awkwardly failed to keep her hips from bucking, drawing the attention of the parents.
"Are you sure you feel alright Mrs ? Your face is really flushed, you might have a fever"
"Maybe you should call a doctor. We can postpone this meeting if you wan-"
"NO !" the word came out harsher, angrier, louder than expected. Of course Clarke had had to push the lace aside and touch the now dripping area directly. Sorry to have startled the worried couple in front of her, Lexa clarified "It will not be necessary. We are nearly finished anyway."
The man nodded "Sorry to bother you with that but… Charlotte really is a nice child. Hard working and-"
Lexa's ears went deaf when without prior notice two fingers made their way inside her. The brunette was internally pleading Clarke to stop, because 'they will know, we'll get busted please Clarke stop that…'But of course the only response from the blonde was a curl and a pull and Lexa jumped.
Clarke started to slowly move in and out, curling her fingers inside every so often and Lexa had to gather all the concentration she had in her to restrain her hips from following the way too pleasant motion.
Now Lexa could clearly feel her inner walls uncontrollably clench around Clarke and all she could think about was how suspect her behaviour or the expression on her face might be and how it was only a question of time before 'they find out'. When the blonde's lips softly kissed her clit, Lexa's hips bucked again and her toes curled. "I um-" She raised a hand to hush the annoying rambling of the man in front of her. "I don't-" Clarke added teeth to the equation and Lexa swallowed a moan "I don't feel so well after all… I think I need to call a doctor" Her fists clenched at the feeling of the blonde's tongue wrapped around the bundle of nerves while her fingers were still thrusting in and out of her as if they had done that their whole life, as if two fucking oblivious strangers weren't standing awkwardly on the other side of the desk.
"You really do look feverish… Do you want us to call an ambulance or someone ?"
Lexa hated the woman in that moment. Hated her for being so nice, for being such a good, caring mother, for standing in her office while Clarke was secretly eating her under her desk.
"No, thank you" When Clarke sucked hard and pushed even deeper inside her, Lexa pinched the bridge of her nose "I- I'll just call from here don't worry. I'll just ask you to leave the room. I'll take an appointment with Charlotte and talk about all of this with her directly." A third finger was the last thing Lexa needed to chase those stupid parents out of her office "Now would you please leave ? I need to call the doctor. You know the way to the door." Her words came out harsh and hurried but she couldn't care less, she needed them out. Now. Far away from this office as quickly as possible.
"O- Of course. Come on Lisa let's go" they both bowed their heads, saying their goodbyes.
God how slow they were ! For Lexa they were walking in slow-motion. Where the fuck did they learned to be so polite ! YES I'll be alright ! Now get the fucking hell OUT OF HERE !
When the door of her office closed, her eyes rolled back in her skull to the point it hurt and her hips suddenly bucked against Clarke's face, earning a surprised moan from the girl.
That's only when she heard the door of the corridor close that the tension left Lexa's body that curled on itself, and a strangled, half gasped half moaned 'Clarke' escaped her mouth as she came. All the tension and excitement that she had been accumulating since the moment Clarke passed her door flood out of her body as her inner muscles clenched, sucking Clarke inside her, fluttering around her fingers with each wave of pleasure.
Slowly her orgasm faded, living her dazzled and deaf, her body only jumping with aftershocks as Clarke was removing her hand from between her thighs and cleaning Lexa's overflowing juices with her tongue.
The brunette finally leaned on the back of her chair, head back and eyes closed, her hands gripping the armrests while she was trying to calm her beating heart and uneven breath. Guilt and shame were sinking back in her skin and while her body was content her heart was breaking apart and she held back a sob.
Clarke raised from between the woman's thighs and, straddled Lexa's lap again.
"Look at me." She commanded in a low husky voice but the brunette didn't move. The blonde grabbed the back of the woman's head with her left hand, pulling at her hair harshly, forcing Lexa to look at her. The woman then finally looked at Clarke, eyes full of rage and she frowned angrily. Clarke just smirked. The blonde rested her still dripping, slippery fingers on the principal's lips, hissing "Lick." Lexa turned her head in refusal. Clarke's hand left brown locks to firmly grab the woman's jaw, pressing on the cheeks with her thumb and index finger to force the mouth to open. When finally the jaw gave up at the pain, Clarke stuffed two fingers into Lexa's mouth "Now lick, and watch your teeth…" she ordered, eyes black and condescension painting her face.
Lexa gave in and sucked, tasting herself, tracing every curves of Clarke's fingers, the edges of her short nails and she failed to repress a whimper. Clarke's smirk came back instantly "Better" she praised. When the brunette lifted her hands to put them on the girl's hips, the blonde brutally buried her fingers downs Lexa's throat, making her choke "Careful Mrs Wilde… You're my toy not the opposite. No touching."
Finally Clarke took her fingers out, bending forward. Her lips brushing Lexa's ear she whispered "The truth Principal, is that you love it when your 17 year old student fuck you in front of other people !"
"It's not t-" Lexa had angrily started to argue but Clarke cut her, sealing the brunette's lips in a childish motion with a single finger.
"Shh Mrs Wilde. You should show the example and stop lying" the blonde pressed her hips into the woman's "You're a fucking masochist Lexa and you know it ! You love the thrill, love how wrong it feels and your body begs for more"
The woman's body tensed in anger and she opened her mouth to talk again but Clarke pulled her into a bruising kiss, forcing her tongue inside her mouth. A wave of rage submerged the woman and she bit down until an iron taste filled her mouth. The blonde took her bloody tongue out with a chuckle and pulled back. Lexa's eyes were watering in anger when Clarke gently cupped one of her cheeks. Smiling wickedly, voice low she said "You're beautiful when you hate me Lexa…"
The bell rang and Clarke placed a quick peck on the woman's lips before jumping out of her lap like a kid. "End of the day Mrs Wilde. Gotta go if I don't want my mom to scold me." She ran to the door and before closing it she sent kiss to Lexa. Winking she added lightly "See you soon, my dear principal !"
And she disappeared, leaving Lexa collapsed in her chair, tears in her eyes, blood in her mouth, rage in her every cells at the thought of the girl that makes her weak, and a void in her chest, extending with each footstep tearing Clarke away from her.