#apparently professor Lexa wasn't lying she's a freak in tweed idk idk

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prof au please!

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A softly expelled curse had Clarke's eyes glancing up, taking in those full, pouty lips that trembled as she teased herself. Eyes glassy, hooded, and dark, Lexa rolled her hips and held Clarke's gaze.

"Let me show you what I like."

She barely gave Clarke time to think beyond how she didn't know how much more of this she could take without needing to come again, before Lexa lifted her hips up and pressed her entrance against the tip. 

Clarke held her steady as Lexa pitched forward with a sigh, bracing a palm against her chest, effectively pinning her against the mattress. Her hair fell in a waterfall of curls along the jut of Lexa's shoulder as she adjusted and gripped the shaft more firmly in her fist. And slowly, inch by inch, Clarke watched as she lined herself up, and started easing the head of the toy inside.

It took everything in Clarke to lay still, to resist the urge that came over her to raise her hips in an upward thrust. Instead she waited patiently. Hands caressing along the curve of her hips and the muscles of Lexa's thighs as she lowered herself down, taking another inch inside, before rising up again. 

Each time she sunk down lower. Let the toy sink a little deeper. As though she was taking her time with it, losing herself in savoring the stretch.

The next drop of her hips had the shaft disappearing halfway inside, so full in how it spread her, pulling a whine from deep within Lexa's chest along with it. Brows pinched together in concentration as Lexa rocked her hips and pressed her weight harder into Clarke's chest.

Clarke reached up just to touch her. To make Lexa feel that she was close; that she was right there with her through it all. She cupped her hand along Lexa's neck and felt the curve of her head fall back against her palm, drowning in the intimacy of the hold, and the way Lexa's eyes stayed locked on hers as she lifted and sank back down all over again.

It was all Clarke could do not to dig her nails into the supple skin of Lexa's ass as she collapsed forward, only just catching herself on her arms so Clarke wouldn't be smothered by the full impact of her weight. She hung suspended over her instead, mouth slack and panting a few blessed centimeters from Clarke's lips, feeling the humid fan of her breath as she continued to rise and fall on the toy seated deep inside her. 

“Plant your feet on the bed,” Lexa said on the tail end of a groan as she dropped her hips with more force, fucking herself harder. “It'll give you— Mmm, it'll give you leverage to— fuck. To thrust up into me.”

And goddamn just hearing those words tumble from Lexa's lips sent a shiver down the length of Clarke's spine. But she nodded at the half-moaned instructions and did exactly what she said, spreading her legs wider and planting her feet on the bed.

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