Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100

Warnings for normalized sexual assault and unhealthy relationships. All the characters are adults in this. The Barton kids, Laura, America, Kamala, Peter, MJ and Felicia are aged up in this.

Homework dilemma

The thing was, Clarke was aware that her mates would never interrupt her when she was doing homework she actually enjoyed.

But the assignments that she hated, that drove her up the wall? Sure, they would interrupt her plenty.

However, it seemed that they had sent some of the youngsters upstairs to have their fun with her, instead.

When Clarke had all but thrown her math papers across the room and laid down on her stomach on the bed, it hadn't surprised her when she heard the door to the room opened up.

She figured it was her mates-probably about to "provide her with some entertainment."

She was wrong, though.

She heard a zipper being pulled down, and felt her ankles being grabbed and she felt herself being pulled backwards and she cried out, when she felt her shorts being pulled down and felt a mouth against her cunt, licking at her clit instantly.

Clarke came almost instantly, already confirming what she knew-that she had been aroused for a while.

And she wasn't surprised when that tongue kept going.

Clarke's hands gripped the sheets when she came again, when that tongue kept moving, but then she gasped when she heard a voice that wasn't the voice of one of her mates.

It was Cooper Barton's voice.

He said, "Don't worry, babe, you won't be thinking about anything else for a while now. Zachary, move your mouth, so, I can fuck her."

Clarke gasped when she felt someone-Zachary, apparently, groaning against her cunt, then felt him move away, and felt hands around her hips, then felt a long cock thrust up into her, causing Clarke to cry out in pleasure against the bed.

She was barely able to lift her head enough to get a glimpse of who was behind her bed in the mirror.

Kamala, Laura, America, Peter, MJ, Felicia, Kate, Zachary, Lila, Mary, Jillian, Cassie. They were all ready, and all had hungry looks in their eyes as they watched her.

Lila had a small tub of lube in her hands.

Kamala, Lila, America, MJ, Felicia, Kate, Jillian, Mary and Cassie all were strapped with very thick toys on them.

And Clarke didn't have to look closely at Zachary and Peter had bulges in their pants.

The blonde gasped, her clit being rubbed both against the mattress and being stroked against by Cooper's length.

Well, it seemed that her mates had given her others to be entertained by.

Entertainment she knew she was going to be ravaged by all night. Whether she liked it or not.

Downstairs, Clarke's mates listened to her cries and her moans.

Sitting at the dining room table, her legs propped up on the table, Natasha said dryly, smirking as she looked at her companions, Yelena, Elektra, Frank, Jessica, Bruce, Carol, Wanda and Pietro, "Next time Clarke has to deal with homework she doesn't like, it'll be the nine of us that…..entertain her, right?"

Natasha was unsurprised when she received several snickers and grins in response, and in agreement.

Then again, with such tempting moans and cries above them, Natasha couldn't blame them.

Author's note

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