Smutcation #3: Clarke/Lexa [Bloodbound Universe] (Patreon)

Short and sweet, a request from a patron who has asked for this for a while! Clarke and Lexa getting dirty on Halloween night! No warnings apply other than minor exhibitionism, since they fuck in a closet at a house party.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Lexa muttered as Clarke’s hands slid under her shirt. Making out in a closet during a Halloween house party wasn’t exactly her idea of a fun night, but when Clarke had taken her by the hand and given her that heavy-lidded, smoldering stare, she’d followed her into the coat closet like a puppet on a string, no ex-Succubus persuasion required.

Clarke’s warm breath unfurled against Lexa’s neck, tickling her skin and raising goosebumps on her arms. “Relax. The music’s too loud for anyone to hear us.” She slid her hands over Lexa’s breasts, squeezing a firm handful.

Lexa began to protest that surely someone would catch them, but only managed a gasp as Clarke’s sharp teeth nibbled the curve of her neck. Clarke had let her natural teeth, horns, and tail show tonight in her very creative ‘demon’ costume, and to Lexa’s dismay, it was doing things to her body that she couldn’t ignore. Or, Clarke was doing things, like kneading her breasts and pulling the cups of her bra down to run both thumbs over her stiff nipples.

She tucked her chin over Clarke’s shoulder, hiding her burning face in Clarke’s soft blonde hair. She should have worn a different costume. Vacation Dad had been a terrible idea, because her loud, flamingo-patterned Hawaiian shirt offered ample access for Clarke’s wandering hands.

“We’ll get caught,” Lexa whispered in Clarke’s ear. Her hands betrayed her, sliding down to grip Clarke’s round, perfect ass.

“Then I won’t take your shorts off.” Clarke paused to suck Lexa’s pulse point. “If anyone comes in, they’ll think we’re just making out.”

“Then how—”

Clarke’s tail slithered into Lexa’s cargo shorts, rubbing flat against the damp fabric of her boxers. Lexa bucked, meeting the firm surface of Clarke’s thigh. She tensed at the contact, eyes fluttering shut and head falling forward. Her mouth fell open in a silent groan as Clarke’s tail snuck inside her boxers, massaging her clit with slow, circular strokes.

Shit. She should have expected the tail, tonight of all nights.

“Unfair,” Lexa growled. Her traitorous hands skimmed the backs of Clarke’s soft thighs, dipping beneath the hem of her dress to get a better grip on her ass. Embarrassed as she was, she couldn’t deny that she wanted this, and Clarke knew it, too.

Clarke’s shiver and a light tweak of her nipples were Lexa’s reward. She couldn’t help arching her back, pushing breasts further into Clarke’s palms and grinding down onto the devilish arrow of Clarke’s tail. She bit her lip at the smooth glide. She was already swollen and dripping, which Clarke had to be thrilled about.

A startled cry caught in Lexa’s throat as the tip of Clarke’s tail shifted down to circle her entrance. It slid inside effortlessly, without a hint of resistance. Her core clenched, pulsing as Clarke’s tail curled knowingly against her swollen, sensitive front wall. It wasn’t fair at all. Clarke knew exactly how to undo her, and it only took a few moments.

With a low groan, Lexa surrendered, bracing her back against the wall and spreading her legs wider. At least Clarke was pushing her toward a hard, fast peak—one that threatened to shatter her world completely, but might get them out of the closet before they were caught, if they were lucky.

Clarke smeared kisses along Lexa’s throat, planted a quick one on her chin, and then took her lips in a long, hot kiss. It stole breath from Lexa’s lungs and made her already weak knees wobble. With just one kiss, Clarke could melt her into a puddle… and always seemed to enjoy doing just that at the most inconvenient times.

“Make it quick, please,” Lexa mumbled into Clarke’s full, soft lips.

“As my lady wishes.” The tip of Clarke’s tail curled in earnest, while the tail itself rubbed Lexa’s clit with every stroke. She dipped down to bite Lexa’s collarbone, playing lightly with Lexa’s nipples.

Lexa forgot all about being quiet.

“Clarke!” She squeezed Clarke’s ass, grinding her hips above Clarke’s knee as the throbbing pressure inside her swelled to a crescendo. A ball of heat melted in the middle of her belly, gushing from between her legs as her core clenched and fluttered around Clarke’s tail. It writhed within her, stroking all the sensitive spots, applying pressure exactly where Lexa needed most.

Clarke grinned against the flushed skin of Lexa’s neck. “You’re so hot when you come, babe.” She rolled Lexa’s nipples between her fingers, thrusting her hips to help Lexa ride the waves of her release.

Lexa sagged against the wall as all the tension drained from her body. A wide grin stretched across her face as Clarke’s tail withdrew, its tip caressing her clit to ease her back down to earth. With a few more weak pulses, she finished, sighing with relief. It was ridiculous, how bad Clarke made her need it. How quickly Clarke could get her off once she decided it was time.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, her voice low and hoarse.

“Still afraid of getting caught?” Clarke’s blue eyes danced with mischief.

“I think that ship has sailed,” Lexa said, remembering how loud she’d screamed Clarke’s name. “But I owe you one, and for round two, I won’t be satisfied with a quickie in a closet.”

“You also need to change your shorts,” Clarke said.

Lexa leaned forward, tugging Clarke’s lower lip between her teeth. “If I’m lucky, I won’t need them anymore.”