Clexa Omegaverse Adventures

Clarke gagged as she picked up the dirty socks from the humid floor and threw them on the rolling hamper.

“This is all your fault, Woods,” she cursed for the umpteenth time, the empty locker room echoing with Lexa’s sarcastic laugh.

“How’s that my fault?” Lexa picked up a muddied jersey from under the wooden bench and threw it at the hamper between them. “Your timing for passing was awful, and your tackles were a joke.”

“You were running as if your parking brake was on.”

“I’m an impeccable wing.”

“Chicken wing,” Clarke mumbled, fishing cleats from an open locker to throw them with the rest of the dirty gear from their home game. Which had been a series of humiliating losses because Woods couldn’t time her fucking run.

“Oh, shut up.” Lexa kicked the supply room door open, her ponytail uneven since she suffered that ugly tackle on game two.

“I can’t believe I’m stuck with clean duty with you,” Clarke said as the lights turned on when they entered the room. “You’re the one who talked back to the coach.”

“Because she kept you for the third game! You’re messing up our center!” A little vein popped on Lexa’s forehead, which would make her look cute if it wasn’t for the death glare aimed at Clarke.

“Whatever,” Clarke mumbled and dragged the pile of dirty jerseys into the bin for the clean crew the next morning. “You can be such a bitch sometimes, Woods.” Almost a full year after Lexa transferred to their team, and she was as insufferable as day one.

“You watch your fucking mouth.”

Clarke bristled at the threat, because she had been tackled so many times today by strong alphas who put her down hard, and a good part of it was because of Woods.

“Or what? You’re just talk, Woods.”

The wooden shelf behind Clarke shook with her weight as Lexa was suddenly at her face, a tight grip on Clarke’s collar. Lexa had an inch on Clarke, but Clarke had a dozen pounds of muscle on the lean wing.

“Shut up,” Lexa breathed in Clarke’s face, teeth gritted in anger. “I needed this game, Griffin. You know scouts were all over the place and you screwed up our center like the stupid privileged princess you are.”

Clarke felt her face burn with anger. “You’re slow, Lexa, and you know it.” She pushed the smaller alpha away, expected the push back and pressed on until their positions changed and Lexa found herself with her back on the shelf. A couple of balls fell on the floor behind them, bouncing once and rolling next to the hamper. “Stop blaming other people for your own frustration.” Clarke pressed her elbow to Lexa’s neck for good measure, baring her teeth. “You’re not the only one worried about scouts.”

Lexa’s eyes shone gray when they brimmed with tears. Her cheeks, red and puffed, trembled, and she pushed Clarke’s arm away. “Fuck you, Griffin.”

Lexa pushed Clarke with both hands on her chest, and Clarke barely moved as she held her stance. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” Clarke said and felt Lexa’s breath. “But cut it out!”

A flash of pink as Lexa licked her lips. Their breaths mingled in the heavy air of the room. Lexa’s eyes moved from Clarke’s stare to her lips, back and forth. Clarke felt the change in the tension a bit too late, a small knot of doubt forming between her eyebrows as the stalemate remained.

Lexa licked her own lips again, her nails digging into Clarke’s biceps.

The motion sensor light of the room blinked off, and in darkness, Clarke couldn’t hear anything but their heavy breathing.

A small voice in Clarke’s brain told her to expect the kiss, but she still gasped in surprise as Lexa attacked her lips with the same urge she ran on the field. After the half second of awareness, Clarke responded to the kiss with equal force, pinning the girl against the shelf with her hips. It wasn’t slow and delicate, or explorative; it was hard, with tongues and teeth clashing for dominance.

“Fuck,” Clarke said when Lexa bit on her neck, a soft tongue licking over her throbbing pulse and sweat. There was a dry click sound between them, and Clarke groaned when she realized it was their groin protectors clashing under their shorts.

“Lexa—” Clarke attempted to say before being swallowed by another hungry kiss, Lexa’s hands already sneaking under her shirt. “Oh, fuck it.” Clarke surrendered as a warm palm cupped her through her sports bra.

Clarke had hated every single move Lexa had played that entire day.

Except now. As Lexa’s hand sneaked into her shorts, Clarke very much encouraged her by moaning into curls freed from a tight ponytail. The motion sensor light hadn’t turned on as they continued to make out in the dark storage room, their hands wandering. One of Lexa’s legs made its way around Clarke’s hips, and the hand that wasn’t busy inside Clarke’s shorts kept Clarke’s head buried in her neck.

Clarke was curious and confused, but she was also horny, and decided that questions could come later. She sucked hard enough to bruise Lexa’s skin and shivered at the responding moan.

This was insane. A small and receding logic part of Clarke’s brain protested under the onslaught of Lexa’s mouth with valid questions like “Lexa’s a bitch”, “Isn’t she straight?”, but those questions were slowly consumed by “She’s good at a hand job. Also, boobs .”

Clarke grabbed Lexa’s ass and pulled her closer, noticing the lack of the rough material of Lexa’s shorts. Her fingers found soft underwear instead, taut from the erection rubbing at Clarke’s belly. Lexa growled and pulled blonde hair tight for a kiss, swallowing the responding gasp.

“Lexa,” Clarke said when they broke for air, feeling a hand pull down her shorts and underwear down her thighs. She shivered at the exposure, but fingers quickly enveloped her to pump into full hardness. Clarke blinked as she adapted to the low light, but all she could see was a strip of white as Lexa gritted her teeth and continued to touch her mercilessly.

This wasn’t going to last. If Clarke wanted any say on how this would go, she’d have to act fast.

Teeth sank into the pulsing flesh of Lexa’s neck and she yelped in surprise, faltering enough that Clarke pinned her hand to her side.

“What are you doing?” A glint in gray eyes as Lexa spat the question.

“Do you want this or not?” Clarke growled back, not holding the moan as she pushed against the wet patch on Lexa’s underwear.

Lexa huffed, and short nails bit the back of Clarke’s neck, tangling into the small, shaved hairs there. The harsh touch felt marvelous on her sensitive skin, and she pushed into Lexa with more purpose. Lexa wanted it, but it was always this dominance dance with other alphas.

Clarke fucking loved it.

Her teeth found the soft pulp of Lexa’s earlobe, and she thrusted a couple times to make her point across. “What?” Clarke whispered into fresh sweat. “Big, bad captain Lexa doesn’t like to admit she enjoys getting dicked down?”

Clarke grinned for no one to see as Lexa growled at that, fighting the grip she had on her. But Clarke was heavier and had both legs on the ground for support, so she kept Lexa in place, never missing a chance to rub their hardening cocks together as Lexa tried to escape.

“I can feel you getting harder,” Clarke said, going for a kiss that turned into a bite. She moaned at the peak of pain and the taste of blood. “God, Lexa, if you really want to me stop, I will, but—”

The trashing animal that was Lexa went still, and instead she used both legs to keep Clarke in place, a small whine escaping her throat.

Clarke understood and held back a chuckle, holding Lexa up. “It’s okay,” she whispered, the moment suddenly heavy and vulnerable. “I got you.”

That seemed the wrong thing to say as Lexa pulled on Clarke’s hair. “Do you always talk so fucking much?” The heat of Lexa’s breath on Clarke’s quickening pulse made her legs tremble, and she pressed harder into the other alpha.

“Most of the time, yes,” Clarke said, but didn’t stop the slow grind between them. “If you want it hard and dirty, I’m down for that.”

For a moment, Lexa stopped moving her hips, and Clarke was disappointed at the prospect that this would end up in a frustrated jerk off in the shower. But a small lick on her throat made her chuckle. “You’re weird, Woods.” She kissed to ease the sting and completed, “but I’m game. I bet you’re tight as fuck.”

“Can you shut up and get on with it?”

Clarke read the softness behind the words and wiggled a little to get her shorts lower to her knees. She’d need space if she wanted to do this right. And fuck, she wanted to do this right.

It was dark, hot, and Clarke was about to fuck the one teammate she should never touch, but there they were.

After a wet kiss, she spit on what she hoped was her own erection and felt Lexa’s hand guiding her.

“Should I use my fingers first?” Clarke asked, nervousness creeping in as she realized this was indeed about to happen.

“Touch me while I use my fingers,” Lexa said and moaned when Clarke let her other hand go to cup her for the first time. Lexa moaned an octave higher and Clarke just knew she had a finger inside herself.

“Getting ready for me, Woods?” she teased, getting Lexa’s cock out. It felt longer than hers, but Clarke did not dwell on that streak of competitiveness.

“How can you be this insufferable?”

“Fuck, I felt you leaking just now. You like when I talk, don’t you?”

“Oh my god, shut—shut up!”

Clarke laughed and picked up her pace, her hand gliding on Lexa’s pre cum. “Let me know when you’re ready for me.”

“You’re so full of yourself.” Lexa’s threatening effect was subdued by the way she gasped when Clarke used her thumb to play with her head.

“No, you are about to get full of myself.”

“If you keep this up, I’m calling it off!”

“Sorry,” Clarke said and meant it, leaning to kiss Lexa’s lips in apology. “I’m a little nervous.” Clarke hoped the honesty would calm Lexa down, and not being able to see her reaction, this was the peace offering she could do. Clarke cleared her throat. “You good?”

Lexa nodded, her forehead moving against Clarke’s damp cheek. Clarke held on thin hips and felt herself being guided into warm, welcoming heat. She moaned as she sank in, her hands trembling as she pushed inside.

“Holy shit, you’re tight,” Clarke gasped, her hips already starting a rhythm. Lexa’s moan was a mix of a growl and a gasp, but Clarke swallowed it nonetheless with a messy kiss. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close,” Clarke admitted as she picked up the pace, the shelf behind them banging with their thrusts.

Lexa bit Clarke’s shoulder, all of her holding onto the other alpha for dear life. “So much for your talking.”

Clarke groaned at that, speeding up. If she was going to embarrass herself and come in a minute like a pup, she’d at least make Lexa remember it. Lexa gasped as Clarke pulled her an inch higher, thrusting deeper.

Clarke felt the telltale signs of her impending orgasm, the tingling in her groins, the clenching of her own entrance. “Lexa, Lexa,” she said between forceful thrusts, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. “I’m gonna cum. Can I cum?”

The nails were back at Clarke’s nape, leaving marks all the way to her back. The idea of Lexa marking her almost pushed her to the edge. Lexa’s skin was so warm against her, and she felt tight and inviting. Their breaths mingled as their kisses lost track, reduced to a single need to meet again and again. The last bit that pushed Clarke to an orgasm so intense it was almost painful was a silky voice in her ear. “Come inside me, Clarke .”

Clarke fell forward, her legs holding to dear life as she came inside the other alpha in one, two, three long thrusts, and when she thought she had emptied herself, Lexa grabbed her chin for a bruising kiss that milked another shot out of her.

They stood in silence, one of Lexa’s legs on the ground, Clarke’s knees trembling. A single moan filled the room as Clarke pulled out, her dick still hard but oh so spent. She rested her forehead on Lexa’s shoulder, breathing in their mixed scents and smiling, completely satiated.

Clarke’s bubble of pure bliss popped as she felt Lexa’s moving shoulder, realizing she was jerking herself off.

“Wait, wait.” Clarke batted her hand away, and Lexa whined.

“Clarke,” Lexa pleaded, and she wasn’t a woman who pleaded. “You came too soon,” she added as a jab, and Clarke was too blissed to feel shame.

“I know.” In one move, Clarke kneeled in front of Lexa, finding her straining cock leaking. She leaned for a lick of their combined fluids seeping down Lexa’s thigh and guided the other woman into her mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Lexa cursed as Clarke sucked on her, and Clarke realized immediately that Lexa was big. But okay, she could deal with that. Her hand pumped what she couldn’t take, and she teased the leaking slit with her tongue before licking the throbbing length up and down. “Clarke,” Lexa warned, and Clarke moaned around her, taking her a tad deeper. “I’m, I’m—” Lexa’s moan was loud as she thrusted into Clarke’s mouth with abandon. At the first jet of come hitting her throat, Clarke tried to pull away, but the same hand that had scratched her back held her firm in place. “Take it, take it, please,” Lexa begged, and Clarke breathed deep through her nose and let the other alpha fuck her mouth as she came in slowly, de-escalating whimpers.

Clarke swallowed what she could, but felt it spilling down her chin as Lexa pulled back. Clarke leaned on her haunches and it kicked in the light motion, and a harsh, white light shove from above.

Lexa’s curls were spread on her face, her eyes blown. She had her jersey, but her shorts were dangling by one foot, her boxer shorts in a shade darker under her softening cock. Her abs shivered, and her eyes closed as a last spurt of come leaked from her cock.

Clarke wondered how she looked like to have that effect on the usually stoic alpha.

With the light, reality set in. Clarke coughed a little, standing on shaking legs. She pulled up her shorts with a hiss, one hand threading through her destroyed braid.

“Lexa,” she started, but she didn’t know what to say. Thank you for the fuck?

“You can go. I’ll clean up.” Lexa pulled her own shorts up with trembling hands. Clarke bit her lips while watching Lexa tuck herself inside her underwear, the taste of her come still vivid in her tongue.

Clarke looked back at the door, at the gear littering the floor, then again at Lexa. God, she was marvelous with that freshly fucked glow.

“Should we… talk?” Clarke said, wincing at the stare Lexa threw back at her.

“You and your talking.” Lexa redid her ponytail with cold efficiency. Clarke watched those fingers work and felt herself respond at the thought of how they would feel inside her.

“I really liked that. Fuck, Lexa, I’m getting hard again just looking at you.”

That caught Lexa’s attention. She swallowed, dark eyes staring down at Clarke’s crotch, and truth be told, Clarke felt herself harden under that stare.

“You’re not half bad.”

“I’d say you enjoyed it quite a lot.”

“Yeah, all 30 seconds of it.”

“Don’t tease me, Woods.”

“I can do better than that.”

Clarke groaned and went for a bruising kiss.

This time, the light didn’t turn off.