The 100 Preferences and Imagines

Clarke x Reader- I'll be legal in 2 months

July 3, 2015
All credit to rebelkingandtrashprince on tumblr

Request: Can you do a Clarke/Reader with "you're my teacher but I'll be 18 and legal in two months"
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Biting your lip, you lean a bit further forward in your desk, making sure to emphasize your chest. Ever since you started taking Ms. Griffin's human anatomy class, you'd made it your mission to get her interest in you. It was difficult to be honest, given that she was so focused on her work, but you'd managed to get some wiggle room in her mind. Enough to have you front and center in class, which is why you did...most everything you did. Which is why you were doing what you were currently doing.
In the morning, you'd rushed to grab your shorts and lowest cut shirt, wanting to really impress Ms. Griffin, because god only knows how hot she got you. If you could give her even an ounce of that, then you'd be satisfied. Sucking on the lollipop your friend had brought, you swirl your tongue as you takes notes, noticing the looks that Ms. Griffin sent your way. Clearly you were getting to her, and it was rather satisfying. The bell rings for the end of the day, and you throw all your things into your bag, making sure to go slow as everyone else files out of the room.
"Ms. Y/L/N, I'd like to talk with you for a moment please."
The last few people who were meandering suddenly picked up their pace, grabbing their things and dashing out of the room. With a sigh that was more to seem agitated than to actually be, you stuff the last of your things into your bag and then stand. Your hips sway as you go over and lean on Ms. Griffin's desk, smiling coyly, lollipop still in your mouth. Raising a brow, you suck on it rather loudly before popping it out of your mouth and nodding.
"Yes Ms. Griffin? Did I do something wrong?" you ask, acting innocent.
The act doesn't work as intended, as Ms. Griffin stalks over to the door, closing it and turning back to you. In a matter of seconds, she's standing in front of you, face level with yours. Swallowing thickly, you smile at her, though it doesn't seem to work, as she squints and then huffs.
With a voice that sounds slightly rusty, she whispers, "You have made it extremely hard to teach this class. Every day, you're pulling some new stunt to make me break in class, and, no matter how fucking attractive you are, I can't be with you. I'm a teacher, you're a student, that's that, so stop trying and just let me teach. I will not lose my job over something like this."
A smirk coils your lips up towards your cheeks, laughter spilling out in a cascade of sound. Ms. Griffin stares at you like you're insane, and you lean closer. "I'm turning 18 in two months Ms. Griffin. Then I'm graduating, and I won't be your student anymore. Maybe...just maybe...you could give in?"
She stares at you, as if there were something growing out of your head, and you kiss her cheek. "See you tomorrow Griff. Just remember, two months."

Two months fly by, and your birthday rounds the corner like it was taking a stroll. Walking into Griffin's classroom, you smile, fixing the bottom to your - rather short - skirt. The maroon color offset your skin, and the low cut white tank top that you had on showed off your chest almost too well. You took your usual seat, heels clicking against the linoleum floor. Balloons bounce behind you, tied securely to your backpack, as your friends thought it would be nice to advertise that it was your birthday. It was rather cute, and you liked the sentiment. Pursing your lips, you grab out the newest candy piece that your friend had bought.
Thank god for friends who remembered you loved Pocky. Biting into one, you raise a brow and smile at Griffin. She frowns slightly, but you barely register it, not allowing your 18th birthday to be ruined by anything. Holding out a piece to her, you wait patiently until she takes it and nibbles at the biscuit. With a grin, you go back to your snack. The class itself goes really well, and you don't seem to even register that it's ended until someone is looming over your desk. Shocked back into reality, you looked around wildly, cursing and standing as you grab your things. Good idea to drive in today, given your slow mental state.
"Happy birthday Y/N. Do you mind sticking around a few extra minutes? As long as it doesn't hold you back from anything important, that is," Ms. Griffin states, causing you to still where you're standing.
Turning back around, you nod. "Course Griff. What'd'ya need?"
She frowns, lips puckering slightly at the name. "It's Clarke, if that's what you're going to try and get at. So, Y/N, you're eighteen now, yes?"
Raising a brow, you shift your feet, nodding. Clarke grins, almost wolfishly, and a shiver runs down your spine. Perhaps, perhaps, egging her on these last two months wasn't your best decision. As you open your mouth to say that you're sorry for being such a pain in the ass, a force slams into you. Not hard, or rough, just a push that causes you to stumble back into Clarke's desk. Her lips find yours, fingers gripping at your hair and curling it around a hand. Moaning, you tilt your head, inhaling the scent of Clarke, which wasn't all that bad.
She whimpers somewhere back in her throat, and you open your mouth to accommodate the tongue that begs to enter your mouth. The taste doesn't last long, which isn't a shock. You've kissed people before, but none have ever given you such a rush as Clarke is. Her free hand slips beneath your skirt, fingers skimming up and up and up until they're dragging across your thigh, making your entire body shiver. If she moves anymore, she's going to be finger fucking you, and the thought makes you moan. Just...once wouldn't be too bad, would it?
The sound of lips parting, a wet, suction cup like sound, has you panting, and you stare at Clarke, who's still smiling like she has solved the biggest problem in the world. Grabbing your things, you notice her packing up, and she grabs your wrist on the way out. "Got anywhere to be for the next few hours?"
"Nope. Spending dinner out with friends at nine."
"Good. Then you're going to want to follow me."