#supercorp smut
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(drum roll, please) I officially present, the widely requested and smutty as hell, bottom Lena fic. (there's some fluff too)
You’re All Mine Now, Miss Luthor (Supercorp)
by marinawolf
NSFW. 18+
Lena stood at the center of the grand ballroom, her hands gently clasping a crystal flute of champagne. Her eyes surveyed the room, taking in the sight of the attendees mingling and engaging in conversation. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation and excitement, as guests eagerly awaited Lena's announcement of L Corp's newest ventures and its charitable initiatives.
Lena felt a surge of pride welling within her. The turnout was impressive, the results of her efforts in reshaping the public perception of her family name. She had worked tirelessly to demonstrate that she was not defined by the sins of her lineage, and now, surrounded by trusting faces, she reveled in the knowledge that she had earned their respect through her own merits. She had meticulously worked to craft a legacy distinct from her family's dark history, to show her dedication and commitment to bettering the world through her company's ventures. The turnout at the event served as validation, affirming that people recognised her integrity.
Her fingertips traced the slender stem of the champagne flute absentmindedly as her gaze swept across the crowd, searching for one person in particular. The only person that truly mattered to Lena.
And then, her heart skipped a beat as she saw Kara Danvers entering the room. In that singular moment, the world around Lena seemed to fade into the background, leaving only Kara in her field of vision.
Kara's entrance was nothing short of breathtaking. A lacy blue dress clung to her every curve, accentuating her figure in a way that left Lena spellbound. Every movement Kara made seemed to unfold in slow motion. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in perfect curls, framing her face like a halo.
Lena longed to go to Kara, to press her lips against Kara's. But the reality of their secret relationship held her back, reminding her of the delicate balance they had to maintain. So she stood there, a silent observer, captivated by Kara's mesmerizing presence.
The way Kara's lips moved, forming words that Lena couldn't hear as she greeted people, sent shivers down her spine.
Then, as if sensing Lena's gaze on her, Kara's eyes flicked to Lena and Lena's breath caught in her throat. Kara's startling blue eyes held a depth that threatened to consume Lena whole, and Lena felt like she could spend her life staring into them, willing to drown in those oceans. Noticing Lena, a stunning smile spread across Kara's face, causing Lena's heart to almost stop. For that fleeting instant, Lena allowed herself to bask in the radiance of Kara's smile. Lena remained rooted in place, her eyes locked with Kara's, savoring the electricity that pulsed between them.
Lena's heart fluttered as she watched Kara draw nearer, every fiber of her being yearning for their bodies to be close, for their hands to lace together. But fate seemed determined to keep them apart as the master of ceremonies' tap on his champagne glass shattered the moment. He called Lena to the podium amidst a around of applause. It was time for her to speak.
Reluctantly tearing her gaze away from Kara, Lena turned her attention to the podium, assuming her CEO persona. She had a responsibility to fulfill, a duty to address the attendees and present her company's vision.
As she approached the podium, the gazes of hundreds of attendees fixated upon her. The weight of their expectations settled upon her shoulders, reminding her of the importance of this moment. Lena took a deep breath, and stepped onto the podium.
"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests," Lena began, projecting an unmistakable tone of authority in her voice that she had perfected over time. "Tonight, I stand before you to share some exciting developments from L Corp, ones that will revolutionize the world as we know it."
A hush fell over the room as Lena described the cutting-edge medical technology that L Corp was spearheading, advancements that promised to revolutionize cancer detection. She painted a vivid picture of a future where early diagnosis and precise treatments would become accessible to all, which would save countless lives.
"But it doesn't stop there," Lena continued. "At L Corp, we are not content with resting on our laurels. We are proud to unveil our latest innovation, a prototype power supply that has the potential to transform communities. With just a single pod, we can power an entire neighborhood for an entire year, providing sustainable and clean energy solutions."
Gasps of awe and wonder echoed through the room as Lena described the immense possibilities of this breakthrough, proving L Corp's commitment to environmental stewardship.
"And as we reach for the stars, quite literally, L Corp is invested in making space travel more accessible," Lena announced. She was extremely excited about this venture. "We are actively working towards developing interplanetary trade routes, opening up new avenues for resource exploration and fostering cooperation between worlds."
The crowd murmured with excitement, captivated by the vision Lena painted of humanity's future among the stars.
"In addition to our groundbreaking advancements, L Corp is dedicated to making a difference in our communities. Tonight, I am proud to announce our partnerships with three extraordinary charities. We stand with Cancer Research, investing in life-saving breakthroughs. We strive to uplift our communities through comprehensive development programs, empowering individuals and fostering growth. And we pledge our commitment to inspiring young minds by supporting Girls in STEM, nurturing the next generation of innovators and visionaries."
A round of applause and appreciation erupted throughout the room, the collective acknowledgment of L Corp's unwavering dedication to the betterment of society.
Before she ended her speech, Lena's gaze shifted to the side, locking with Kara's. The pride in Kara's eyes made Lena choke up slightly. Kara had stood by her throughout her efforts, motivating her. Whenever Lena felt the weight of the world suffocating her, Kara was there, to lift up that weight with her strength. When Lena struggled with the effects of her family's legacy, doubting herself and her own intentions, Kara was the one to tell her that she was more than that dark legacy, that she was Lena Luthor- a good and kind person. Kara was the force that fueled her drive to push boundaries and redefine what was possible. Her Supergirl was her strength and motivation through it all.
"To everyone who believed in me," Lena's voice quivered slightly, her gaze locked with Kara's, this a message for Kara alone. "You have made this possible. Thank you."
Kara smiled softly, her gaze softening. Lena lifted her glass up, her eyes still on Kara's. "Let us not stop reaching for greater heights at L Corp."
As the crowd's cheers reverberated, Lena's intense focus on Kara dissolved, her smile widening in response. The recognition and support from those around her reminded her of the impact she was making, the strides forward she was leading. In that moment, Lena embraced the applause, knowing that her vision for L Corp was not only being realized but celebrated.
James appeared at Lena's side, offering a hand as he helped her off the podium.
"Congratulations, Lena," James said, "You were incredible up there."
Lena managed a distracted thank you, her eyes scanning the room in search of Kara's familiar presence. However, James seemed determined not to let her slip away so easily. He extended his hand.
"Dance with me, please?"
Caught off guard by James' unexpected proposition, Lena hesitated for a moment. She knew that James wanted something more with her, and she didn't want to encourage him. Before she could respond, the photographer overheard their conversation, sensing an opportunity to capture a captivating moment for the newspapers.
"Brilliant, Miss Luthor" the photographer interjected eagerly. "It'll look great in the photo spread for the paper!"
Reluctantly, Lena acquiesced, agreeing to dance with James for the sake of the photograph.
As they moved to the music, Lena's couldn't help but look over James' shoulder, desperately seeking a glimpse of Kara in the crowd. But try as she might, Lena couldn't spot her. All she wanted was to spend this moment with Kara, with the person who matter to her the most. But the crowd swelled around her, joining the dance. Amidst the swaying bodies and enchanting melodies, Lena's thoughts remained fixated on Kara. She yearned for their secret smiles, stolen glances, and the warmth of Kara's body against hers. The dance with James felt hollow, a mere facade. She wondered what it would feel like to be in Kara's arms instead, swaying to the music.
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Feeling overwhelmed by the constant flurry of activity and the need for a moment of respite, Lena sought solace in the privacy of a secluded room at the back of the venue. The air was heavy with stillness, illuminated only by the flickering glow of candlelight. Velvet curtains, tied back with silken ropes, framed the window, casting soft shadows across the room. She sat on the chaise lounge in front of the window as she pulled her phone out to call Kara.
As she was about to press call, the door creaked open, revealing the very person she had been yearning for. Lena stood up.
"I was looking for you everywhere," Lena breathed.
But instead of words, Kara's response was swift and intense. In an instant, Kara crashed her lips against Lena's a desperate, hungry kiss. Lena's senses ignited, the world around them fading into insignificance as she felt herself melt into Kara's touch. Kara kicked the door closed behind her, and there was an unmistakable shift in Kara's kisses, an intensity that spoke of possessiveness and desire.
Lena surrendered willingly, her own desire echoing Kara's as their bodies pressed together. Fire coursed through her veins. Kara's hands, firm and possessive, found their way to Lena's chin, tilting her head to the side, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck. Soft gasps escaped Lena's lips as Kara's mouth trailed a path of heated kisses along her sensitive skin.
With each press of lips and the sensation of Kara's teeth grazing her flesh, Lena's body arched instinctively, a mix of pleasure and surrender surging within her.
"You look ravishing tonight, Miss Luthor," Kara whispered against Lena's skin, her words laden with longing and possessiveness. "And it's driving me crazy to not be able to touch you." The words, charged with raw emotion, further stoked the arousal Lena felt. The wetness between her legs was already a sign of her desperation, her longing.
Kara bit down softly on Lena's neck and Lena could only gasp in response, her body beholden to Kara's command. In this private haven, the outside world faded into insignificance and they existed solely for each other.
Kara's kisses grew more urgent, intensifying with each moment. Lena's heart raced as Kara's hands trailed down her body, igniting her skin with a fiery touch, as she guided Lena towards the back of the room. She felt Kara's fingers deftly unzip her dress and unclasp her bra, allowing the garments to gracefully fall to the floor, revealing Lena in nothing but her heels and underwear. A surge of anticipation coursed through Lena's body as Kara's hands guided her towards the plush chaise lounge near the window. Their bodies pressed together, igniting a palpable chemistry that sent shivers down Lena's spine as Kara gently lowered Lena onto the chaise. She felt the cool satin of the couch beneath her bare skin and shivered in anticipation, ready to be claimed by Kara.
In a moment of exquisite dominance, Kara's hand gently closed around Lena's wrists, raising them above her head. Lena's heart raced as Kara skillfully used a tie from the curtains to secure her wrists to the chaise lounge. The subtle restriction only heightened Lena's anticipation, and she felt something tighten within her.
Admiring her handiwork, Kara smirked and Lena saw the glint in her eyes. "You're all mine now, Miss Luthor," she declared, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her words sent a shiver down Lena's spine. She loved Kara like this, dominant and commanding, taking control of Lena's willing body. Their lips met once more as the world outside the window ceased to exist.
Lena felt Kara's hands pull her down, so that the ropes around her wrist held taught. She was completely at Kara's mercy, ready to submit herself to Kara, in every way possible.
She moaned as Kara's lips left her own, and trailed kisses down her neck and chest.
Closing her eyes, Lena surrendered to the moment, letting herself be consumed by the electric touch of Kara's lips on her skin. The world around her faded away, and the only thing she could hear was the soft sound of their breaths mingling in the air and her own desperate whimpers. Her body responded to Kara's every touch, her pulse quickening and her senses heightening.
Reaching Lena's breasts, Kara's lips captured a rosy bud between them, drawing it into her mouth. Lena's breath caught, and a moan escaped her lips. The pleasure surged through her, intensifying with each gentle suck and flick of Kara's tongue. She surrendered to the delicious sensation as Kara switched to her other breast, her body arching and her fingers instinctively seeking purchase, grasping the ropes that bound her wrists.
Lena's breath hitched as Kara's teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain through her body as her back arched instinctively, a low moan escaped her parted lips. Every subtle movement, every gentle nip, sent shivers of ecstasy racing along her nerve endings, causing her to squirm beneath Kara's touch, craving more.
She felt Kara's hands explore her body, her nails delicately scraping against her skin, causing a surge of heightened sensation to course through her.
All too soon, Kara's mouth left her chest, trailing searing kisses down Lena's body. As Kara's lips descended further, Lena's breath caught in her throat. The soft brush of kisses against her stomach sent a thrill of anticipation rippling through her. She felt the heat pooling between her thighs, aching for Kara's touch, and she yearned to be consumed. Finally, Kara's fingers found the waistband of Lena's panties and she slowly pulled them down, Lena lifting her hips slightly to let her. Then, she felt Kara’s purposely icy breath on her heated core and couldn't stop the soft, desperate whimpers that came out of her mouth.
Lena looked down, her eyes finding Kara's, taking in the sight of her beautiful girlfriend kneeling between her thighs. She squirmed, arching her body towards Kara, but the pull of the ropes restrained her and Kara placed her hands on Lena's thighs, effectively pinning her down. The soft glow of the candlelight danced across Kara's features, accentuating her mesmerizing blue eyes, as Lena looked into them desperately.
Finally, Lena felt Kara's mouth press against her, her tongue teasing Lena's folds. Lena's body trembled with each deliberate stroke of Kara's tongue. She felt Kara tease her entrance before capturing her clit between her lips, causing Lena to gasp loudly. Lena's fingers curled around the rope that bound her as Kara's skilled tongue found its mark, and she dug her nails into her palms in a desperate attempt to ground herself as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. When she felt Kara's teeth graze against her, coaxing her pleasure to greater heights, she cried out at the delicious pain. The intensity built with every stroke of Kara's tongue, and as soon as Lena was about to reach her peak, Kara stopped, pulling away. Lena whimpered desperately as Kara moved her body up, against Lena's, before pressing a desperate kiss against Lena's lips once more. Lena could taste her own desire on Kara's lips, and she groaned into the kiss.
Lena's senses were ablaze with desire as she felt Kara's fingers press against her opening, softly teasing her. The mere contact sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her, igniting a frenzy of need.
"Look at how ready you are for me," she whispered against Lena's lips, and Lena felt her body respond more intensely to Kara's words.
Kara broke the kiss, leaving Lena gasping for air as she looked down into Lena's eyes, her blue eyes dark with desire.
"Watching you dance with James, seeing his hands on you, drove me crazy." Kara whispered, her fingers still teasing Lena, softly dipping in and out of her folds, teasing her clit, causing Lena to lose any sense of coherence.
"You're mine, Lena." Kara growled, before finally plunging two fingers into Lena, claiming Lena in every sense of the word. The sudden intrusion elicited a guttural cry from deep within Lena's throat, her walls clenching around the invading digits. Lena's hips immediately took up the rhythm set by Kara, trying to keep up with the unforgiving pace. Kara's movements were fast and hard, pushing Lena further into the depths of her pleasure. Lena moaned and whimpered, unable to stop herself, as Kara's fingers took her to her peak, each thrust deliciously stroking that sweet spot deep within her. She wanted to tell Kara that yes, she was hers, only hers, because Lena had always been hers- she could never belong to anyone else, but the pleasure took away her ability to form coherent sentences.
Lena gasped as she felt Kara add a third finger, the delicious stretch causing her to cry out, loudly. Kara's lips crash against her own again, muffling her screams of pleasure. The ropes bit into her wrists painfully as she pulled at them, unable to keep her body from arching towards Kara. She felt her pleasure peaking, reaching the edge, and desperately moved her hips against Kara's hands, pressing against her harder.
Kara, probably sensing Lena's desperation, curled her fingers, causing Lena to cry out again, the sound muffled by Kara's lips.
"Cum for me." Kara whispered against Lena's lips, and Lena's body immediately responded to the command. Lena came undone, waves of pleasure washing over her, building and building until they crested in an explosive climax. She clenched tightly around Kara's fingers, the intensity of her release consuming her as she surrendered to Kara's control and her own pleasure, gasping and moaning. Finally, Kara's fingers slowed down, bringing Lena down from her orgasm. Lena, breathless and wholly consumed by the pleasure, fell back into the couch, her body finally sated.
Kara slowly undid the ties around Lena's wrists, her touch now gentle and tender, and placed a soft kiss to each of Lena's wrists. When Lena's hands were freed, she looked up at Kara, smiling softly. Kara's gaze was on Lena's neck, and Lena saw her lips curl into a self satisfied smirk. "I might have been a bit too eager," Kara said, a playful tone lacing her words, as her fingertips caressed Lena's neck, where Lena knew that Kara had left marks. "Looks like I've left a mark. Sorry."
Lena laughed softly, because she knew that Kara was definitely not sorry. Those were marks of Kara's possessiveness. Lena reached up to Kara's hand on her neck, and laced her fingers with Kara's before leaning in, capturing Kara's lips in a tender kiss.
She broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together, their breaths mingling in the space between them,
"You know you never have to worry, darling" Lena reassured Kara, "The only person I want to be dancing with is you. I love you."
She saw Kara'a soft lips curl into a sweet smile at her words, and Lena's heart fluttered.
"Good. I love you too," Kara whispered, "Now, let's get out of here. There are people here to see you, Miss Luthor."
Lena groaned, and slumped against the couch. "No. Let's stay here. This is perfect. And we’re not done yet,” Lena said, her eyes scanning Kara’s exquisite body.
Kara stood up, and reached down to pull a reluctant Lena up as well, laughing.
"Don't worry, I have much more in store for you later tonight, my love. But only if you behave," Kara teased, and the Lena's desires immediately reignited.
"And what if I don't behave?" Lena asked, turning to look at Kara, a hint of challenge in her voice.
A wicked glint flashed in Kara's eyes before she leaned in, her warm breath tickling Lena's ear. "Then, Miss Luthor, I might have to find creative ways to discipline you," she whispered, and her words sent shivers down Lena's spine. As Kara made to exit the room, she paused and turned around, her eyes soft, "I'm so proud of you, you know that, right?", she whispered.
"Thank you," she whispered, and she hoped that Kara knew that it wasn't just for this- it was for everything.
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After Kara left Lena alone to get dressed, Lena exited the room and caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror just outside the entrance to the bustling ballroom. A gasp escaped her lips as she beheld her reflection. There, on her neck, was a very visible mark left behind by Kara, vivid against her pale skin.
With a soft laugh, she swiftly undid the clips that held her hair in an elegant chignon. The dark tresses cascaded down, strategically covering the evidence of their intimate rendezvous. She entered the ballroom, already waiting for the end of the event as Kara's promises for later echoed in her mind.
#supercorp#kara danvers#lena luthor#supergirl#supercorp fanfic#kara x lena#kara zor el#fanfic#supercorp smut#bottom lena#top kara#kara danvers x lena luthor#smut#spicycorp
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Once again, I am reposting my dirt. Part 1 of my smut 1 shot inspired by this gif and this picture =3
It's rated E, so be careful!
“You lied to me! All these years! All this time!” - she sneered at Supergirl, her green eyes lit with poorly concealed hatred. - “I trusted you, I lo… You were my best friend! I thought we had something special, that you weren’t like all those people who betrayed me, but it seems like I made a mistake. You are just like any other asshole who violated my trust!”
“Lena, please, I…” - Kara took a step forward. Tears stung her eyes when she watched Lena jumping back, flashing an angry, teary gaze at her.
“I trusted you, Kara !” - she emphasised her real name, throwing it at Supergirl like an insult. Lena fell silent and seemed unsure for a moment, but then her face hardened, and she looked at the Kryptonian with newly lit hatred. - “You broke my heart. And I want you to feel the same pain you inflicted on me.”
She lifted her arm and folded her fingers in a complex gesture, icy arcane energy forming on her fingertips. Kara dashed to her just a moment after she opened her mouth to speak out incantation. The Kryptonian knew that magic was one of the rare things that could hurt her. As much as she was willing to let Lena do anything that would come into her head, the instinct of self-preservation worked faster and, frankly, against her own will.
Without much thought, she pushed Lena to the wall and put two fingers into her mouth. It startled them both, especially Lena, who looked at Kara with big, green eyes, lost on what to do next.
“Don’t do it, Lena, please.” - Kara whispered, feeling Lena’s wet tongue running between her fingers. The whisper came out raspier than she anticipated, but she felt Lena’s breath hitch into her throat despite the scandalous position she was in.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Morgan Edge, Samantha "Sam" Arias, Jack Spheer
Additional Tags: Valentine's Day, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Real Estate Broker Lena Luthor, High School Teacher Kara Danvers, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Idiots in Love, Protective Kara Danvers, Jealous Kara Danvers, Horny Lena Luthor, Lesbian Lena Luthor, Useless Bisexual Kara Danvers, Sexual Tension, Slow Dancing, Fluff and Smut, Lesbian Sex, Love Confessions, I Wrote This While Listening to Hozier's Music, How Do I Tag, listen i have no shame, they fuck while fully clothed, to horny jail i go
Summary:
“I have to do a speech, Kara. You know how nervous those make me,” she said before taking a deep breath. “And Morgan Edge probably knew I was going to be the guest of honor, so he asked me to be his date to the ball, probably to try his best and steal the spotlight.”
Kara scrunched her nose. “You mean, that mid-fifties guy that’s been trying to get with you since you started gaining influence with L-Corp?”
“The one and only,” Lena confirmed. “Of course, I refused. I told him I already have a date.” When Kara questioningly quirked her eyebrows at her, Lena defeatedly threw her head back.
“You don’t have a date, do you?”
OR
Kara suggests Lena brings her to her ball, they're both horny idiots that have been in love with each other for years, and they finally get some things out of their systems.
#supercorp fanfic#supercorp#supercorp smut#supercorp oneshot#i wrote this and i'm proud of it#i did this to challenge myself#also because i am a filthy queer bean#kara danvers#lena luthor#kara x lena
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Masterlist
Below is a master list of all my fics.
Supercorp:
1. Kiss Me
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
1. Will you be mine: Part 1
2. Will you be mine: Part 2
3. Will you be mine: Part 3
4. Her First Time
5. Belong
6. Belong: Part 2
7. Belong: Part 3
8. Belong: Part 4
9. Lost Innocence
10. Lost Innocence: Part 2
11. I Love You
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
1. Scars
Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Reader
1. Be Ours
Marina (Maya x Carina)
1. I love you (Forever)
2. I am not Leaving
3. Touch Me
P.S. My prompts are open. You can read this and submit the prompt if you wish to. I have also turned on the asks unlike last time.
#bottom natasha romanoff#natasha x you#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff#supercorp smut#supercorp#lena luthor#kara danvers#lena x kara#bottom!natasha#maya x carina#carina x maya#maya bishop#carina deluca#station 19#the avengers#supergirl#bottom wanda maximoff#smut
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Hey guess what, it’s 12am on a Sunday and I’m posting! Just picture me like a weird friend who climbed into your bed and shook you violently awake to read porn! Because that can happen!
Sorry for the delay folks it is Wedding Weekend here for my good friend and I’m a groomsman so I have Responsibilities beyond smut. I still managed to do both though, with an update to Just Curious (Is It Serious?):
Yeah so there’s the rut sex chapter you were all so ravenous for, it’s here and it’s queer, go help yourselves to it over on Patreon with Chapter 12 of Just Curious (Is It Serious?) or roll up and get the motor revving for Chapter 11 on AO3 now.
Either way I hope you all have many smut-sibilities yourselves this fine Sunday, and enjoy!
#supercorp#supergirl#lena luthor#kara danvers#patreon#patreon fic#supercorp fic#supercorp ABO#supercorp smut#supergirl abo#supergirl ABO fic#supercorp abo fic#just curious is it serious
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"pls stay for 5 more minutes?" 🥺🙈
#the morning after#sorry not sorry#supercorp#supercorp art#supercorp fanart#supercorp smut#smut#kara danvers x lena luthor#lena luthor x kara danvers#lena x supergirl#lena x kara#kara x lena#supergirl fanart#kara danvers fanart#kara zor el#lena luthor fanart#dc fanart#illustration#my art
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A Super's Pleasure
Pairing: Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor
Tags: established relationship, packer, blowjobs, making out, nipple sucking, green kryptonite
Word count: 2k
Ao3
A/N: I don't even know how long this has been in my drafts but damn it its finally done.
Kara hummed happily to herself as she carried bags full of take out and landed on the balcony of the the apartment she now shared with Lena. It was a bigger apartment than her own but not quite the size of Lena's penthouse suite. When the couple decided to move in together they opted to by a smaller place, make it feel more cozy and homey. Even though Kara was fine with just moving her things to Lena's place Lena insisted. It would be a fresh start, a new chapter in their lives.
"Lena, I'm home." Home. How good that felt to say.
There was some shuffling from the bedroom, followed by the quick sound of Lena running over to greet her girlfriend.
Kara's eyes almost popped out of her skull when she saw what Lena was wearing. Or rather not wearing. She fully expected for Lena to greet her in her casual button-ups and those comfy as all her pants that made her legs and hips look out of this world.
Instead she stood in front of her in a lacy red bra, matching panties and gather belt stockings, looking like a present waiting to be unwrapped. Kara opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a dry croak.
"Lena... what... uh..." Nope. Kara's brain was officially fried. All she could do is stare at Lena as the CEO made her way to the Super and loosely wrapped her arms around her strong shoulders, inching closer until her breath tickled Kara's ear.
"I wanted to surprise you. We've both been really busy lately, we hardly ever see each other anymore outside of lunch and a few hours when we're home. I miss you Kara. Don't you miss me?" Lena's bit the lobe of Kara's ear, eliciting a sharp gasp and a shiver from the girl of steel that only spurred her on.
The bags of food were dropped, forgotten on the floor as Kara's hands found purchase of Lena's hips instead. She pushed the thought off food to the far back of her mind, this was much more important. "I do. I miss you every minute I'm not with you." Kara kissed Lena's cheek and that little spot under Lena's ear that always made the CEO shiver under Kara's lips.
"Yes well... you have me quite a nice surprise a few nights ago." Lena's hand traveled down Kara's abs, past her hips and cupped the subtle bulge in Kara's pants. Kate's hips bucked into her touch, "I wanted to do something to repay you." Lena rubbed the bulge up and down, pressing her hand fully against it.
"Y-Yeah? I... didn't do anything that special. Oh fuck, Lena." Lena's mouth started nipping and kissing Kara's neck and even though the kisses wouldn't leave any marks Lena knew how much Kara loved them.
"You let me ride your cock, all night long I might add."
"W-Well you seemed like you needed it."
"I did. And you gave it to me. So now I'm gonna give you what you need." Kara licked her lips in anticipation of a kiss. Instead Lena took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom.
Try as she might she couldn't take her eyes off Lena's swaying hips, her long, beautiful legs that were wrapped tight around her shoulders, her hips, shaking as Lena rode her for all she was worth just a few nights before. Rao, she was getting soaking wet just remembering how lovely Lena sounded that night.
Lena closed the doors behind them and once again Kara thought she knew what she would do. Take them both to bed before giving Kara what ever prize she thought off. Instead she flipped a switch on the wall. Kara swore that wasn't there before.
The dim green lights came on and Kara groaned at the draining feeling. Her limbs became heavy and she had to lean against the closed wall to steady herself.
"Is it too strong? I tried to calculate it so your body would adjust to it slowly."
Kara took deep breaths as she struggled to get her legs to stop shaking. "Lena... what are you up to..." The kryptonite didn't feel painful exactly, more like an extra weight has been added onto Kara's shoulders. But as Lena said, she began to breathe easier with every breath she took.
"You were holding back the other night, you're always holding back. But I want to know what you're like without having to restrain yourself because of me." Kara gulped as she watched Lena's pupils dilate, almost swallowing those beautiful green eyes that Kara could get lost in. "And this is just the first part darling."
Kara couldn't help but smile in anticipation of whatever Lena has planned. "You're probably one of the only people with whom I feel comfortable to be around under the influence of green kryptonite."
Lena hummed, crossed the distance between them and kissed Kara hungerly. Kara returned is just as hard. It felt nice not having to hold back when kissing her girlfriend.
"What about red kryptonite?" Lena whispered against Kara's lips, her tongue licking Kara's upper lip.
"Red? Lena that makes me... wait... do have red kryptonite?!"
"Of course not darling, I know how dangerous it can be. I was only curious. Who knows it might be hot, seeing you go all unhinged and wild on me."
"Lena... Rao..." Kara pressed their lips together again, furiously licking into Lena's mouth and walking them backwards to the bed. "Do you want me like that? Uncontrolled and fucking you into the bed until you beg?"
"I've... thought about it a few times." Lena's confession sent another flood of arousal between Kara's legs, "But tonight isn't about me. It's all about you darling." Lena kissed Kara again, pressed the symbol on her chest and made her suit vanish, leaving her only in her sports bra and bulging boyshorts.
Kara was taken by surprise at that which the gave Lena the opportunity to flip their positions and sit Kara on the bed. Kara looked up at her with the look of a confused puppy. Fuck how did Lena manage to get a girlfriend who's both incredibly cute and incredibly hot at the same time.
"You're always so good to me." Lena straddled Kara's thighs, the pressure provided both of them some relief but it wasn't nearly enough. "Let me make you feel good Kara, let me make you come."
Kara's hips bucked upwards, her arms wrapping tightly around Lena's frame. If Lena let her she would have dry humped her until they both came While the thought was tempting, and the pressure Lena felt against her clit whenever Kara's bulge would press over it was delicious, Lena could put that aside for later.
Her hands pressed firmly into Kara's hips preventing her from moving. Kate let out a frustrated whine as she buried her head into Lena's neck and sucked a new bruise where the previous one had only just faded.
Nimble fingers unhooked Lena's bra and let it fall between the two bodies before it was disposed of on the floor. Kara's hands immediately started fondling, cupping, squeezing, her hungry mouth capturing and sucking a nipple between her teeth. She could finally touch Lena without fear of hurting her.
"I take it you like my surprise." Lena ran one hand through Kara's hair while the other one still held her hip. Kara only responded by biting and pulling until Lena gasped and arched her back, offering Kara more. Lena's name was murmured in between kisses that Kara left all over her breasts while making her way to the other nipple which she have the same kind of attention too.
Upon releasing it with a wet pop her lips traveled upwards, leaving hot kisses across Lena's neck while she rolled Lena's stiff nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
As much as Lena wanted to let Kara continue, fully aware of how much Kara loved her tits, she was on a different mission. To make Kara fall apart with her mouth.
"Kara, darling... I love this but... I really want to suck you off right now." The words were like a bolt of electricity to Kara, her body already shaking in anticipation of the act.
"Lena..." Kara moaned her name as she somewhat reluctantly stopped playing with her nipples and let her slide down on the floor, spreading her legs apart. Her eyes almost shut tight when she saw Lena kissing her bulge but she wanted to keep them open to look as Lena's fingers slowly undid the buttons on her boyshorts and wrapped around the silicone cock.
She started to pump her hand up and down in slow motion at first, twisting her wrist whenever she'd get to the tip. "Do you remember the first time you wore it?" Lena kept her eyes on Kara's cock.
"Y-Yeah. I can still see the surprised looked on your face when you felt it against you ass. How you backed up against me. How you let me grind against you from behind and finger you at the same time. Rao Lena, you were so wet, so beautiful."
"And do you remember what I did afterwards?"
"Told me to lay down on the bed while you gave me a blowjob." The memory of that night made Kara's hips jerk into Lena's hand.
Lena's eyes gleamed with intent, her tongue licking her lips, slow and very aware of the way of how Kara's eyes followed her every move. The moment she closed her lips around the cock tip Kara's moth fell open in pleasure.
Kara sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth as her hands itched to touch Lena. She wanted to press her hands to the back of Lena's head, to tug and push, to hear Lena moan around her cock.
Then it hit her, she can do that. Because she's under the green glow of kryptonite. With no reason to hold back on her desires any longer, her strong hands tangled through Lena's silky hair, encouraging Lena to take more of her cock in her mouth. And she did so, with great enthusiasm as she gradually took more of Kara's cock in her mouth until her nose brushed against Kara's lower belly.
Kara started heaving, it took all her self-control not to thrust into Lena's mouth. "Rao, Lena." Kara watched as Lena's head started bobbing, building up a steady rhythm, deliberately running her tongue over and around the tip every time. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, how fucking good you're making me feel right now?" Judging by the way the corner of Lena's mouth turned upwards and the way she locked eyes with Kara as she once more circled the cockhead with her tongue, Lena knew exactly what she was doing to the Kryptonian.
The pressure in between Kara's legs continued to build as every movement, every sound from Lena, every subtle press against her clit brought Kara closer and closer to the edge. What finally undid the hero was Lena deepthroating her cock. It was sudden and the sight of her whole cock in Lena's mouth as the CEO moaned around it finally made Kara snap.
"Oh fuck, Lena. Fuck!" Kara's whole body shook as her orgasm crashed over her. "Fuck if only... I could come down your throat." Kara didn't even realize she said it out loud, too consumed by the pleasant shockwaves passing through her. Her hands ran through Lena's hair, as Lena's fingers griped her hips, acting as an anchor.
Kara finally understood what humans meant when they said they felt like they were floating. As someone who experienced actual floating, Kara could say without a shadow of a doubt that this feeling was better.
"Lena, that was amazing. I'm... you're... wow."
Lena pressed one last kiss on the side of Kara's cock as she chuckled, "Such a way with words. I can see why you're a Pulitzer Prize winner."
If she had any strength left Kara would have retorted. As it was the only thing she did was bring Lena back up and lay them both on the bed, Lena on top and smiling as Kara lavished her shoulders, neck and face with grateful kisses as her muscles finally started to relax.
Best surprise ever.
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A Little Help
Prompt Fill: Supercorp - one is horny, the other way too tired.
Kara watches as Lena all but faceplants into their bed, chuckling at the long groan that follows. She sets her book aside and rubs Lena’s back, clicking her tongue sympathetically when she feels how tense her wife is after a long week of mergers and meetings.
She’d tried all week to convince Lena to take it a little easier, to at least go to bed a little earlier, but Lena is nothing if not a stubborn overachiever.
“Just kill me now,” Lena grumbles, her voice muffled by the comforter.
“I’m much too young to be a widower,” Kara grins, stretching oddly to push her knuckle into a particularly stubborn knot just below Lena’s shoulder. “I guess I’m still young enough to meet another hot, rich girl, though,” she muses. “But they’d probably be a little boring compared to you.”
“Probably,” Lena agrees, turning to rest on her cheek with a sigh. “The monthly assasination attempts do keep you nicely occupied,” she jokes.
Kara tsks, pursing her lips as she switches to playing with Lena’s hair instead, gently working through the knots with her fingers.
“Those, I could live without.”
“Agreed!” Lena groans again and stretches out on the bed, starfishing as much as she possibly can with another person in the bed. “Can you help me take my clothes off? I’m too hot, but standing up again might actually kill me.”
“So dramatic,” Kara chuckles, lovingly stroking her hair, “but, yes, I can help you, baby.” Kara pushes herself up onto her knees and waits for Lena to turn around, “oh, you have zero plans to help even a little, huh?” She rolls her eyes and reaches down to push off Lena’s stilettos, “you really need to start wearing more comfortable shoes.”
Lena merely grunts, her eyes already closed again.
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Alpha Daddy: Chapter II
The days passed. Friday came quickly, though Lena wouldn’t tonight. A night to settle and adjust and see if things felt comfortable seemed more appropriate, Kara wanted to get all of this as right as she could.
Sunset this high up in the city loomed burned orange through the windows, felt aesthetically pleasing in a way that superseded Kara’s ability to string words and explanations why, but the place laid in comfortable disarray like a penthouse doing its best impression of a loft, there were books stacked everywhere, paintings propped and leaned, mismatching antique furniture and restored brass furnishings and all of it sat bathed in terracotta dusk. A wave of honey dulcet quiet in the air. A Friday evening doing its best impression of Sunday afternoon.
All the dust in the air sat trapped and visible like it should, like one expects from hot early Autumn evenings and homes filled with antique brass and mismatching woods overlapping, and so without words to explain why it was all so quietly clean and exactly as it should be, everything felt right regardless, and Kara’s anxieties unwound from the day and took their thumb off tight muscles in her jaw.
Kara pottered around Lena’s place waiting for her to reappear from the shower. She disregarded conversations several blocks away and sirens that could cope without her tonight, fully aware Alex would call if help was needed, half-suspecting that her sister actually probably wouldn’t call at all.
Thinking about it, missile silos could fire nuclear bombs either direction. Alex would still insist she needed some semblance of an ordinary, normal twenty-something year old life—girlfriend included.
So Kara stood there mindless and blank headed, in her girlfriend’s kitchen but out of her body, listening to the running order of cabinets opening and closing in the bathroom, a peeled banana in one hand and a glass of cold white wine in the other. She wasn’t convinced the combination worked. Another bite followed by a sip confirmed her hypothesis. It didn’t stop her, she nibbled and sipped, expecting a different outcome each time, then wrinkling her nose and slapping her mouth from the taste.
It was thick with heat in the air, the warmth kicking out from vents that left sweat prickled on her back and awkward clinginess to her boxers, but Lena liked the place stifling, liked the grey boxers and the shape of her shaft, the sway, the bounce, the absence of tight panties that smoothed and hid away a part of her body that, no matter how many times Lena saw, she always looked then looked again with wide eyes.
It was sweet. It was textbook adorable baby girl behaviour, a clinical symptom of Lena’s softest layers of subspace stirring and nibbling at her bottom lip and slippering pretty panties wet and damp. Lena never liked to admit it, Kara always asked anyway.
“You look so pretty when you squeeze your thighs together. Does it always make you wet, or only when I wear the grey ones?” Kara beamed with quiet confidence and all the correct answers in her back pocket.
“I…” Lena laughed nervously and looked everywhere and anywhere. “I just…”
The blush always went cherry-coloured, and Lena would stutter and stumble and get so embarrassed she couldn’t speak. Around this point, Kara decided it wasn’t adorable or funny and put her out of her misery.
“It’s okay if you’re shy with explicit words. You can just say you like the grey ones, baby.”
The pandering got to her. Kara saw it clear as day when Lena’s jaw went tense, tight and clenching. She loved being managed so softly, she hated being managed so softly, and while the war was going on within her brain, Kara often reached down and briefly stroked her cock over the material of her boxers—adjusting herself a moment too long to be decent.
Something would change in Lena’s eyes.
It wasn’t the same as heat, not even close, it wasn’t frantic or cracked or so desperate that Lena ever looked as though she were fighting against her skin. But Lena would exhale softly between her little crimson lips, then wind the corner of her mouth in her teeth, antsy and chewing and smirking into a primal subspace she felt inadequate and embarrassed about.
“Daddy I like the grey ones,” Lena always managed to quietly rasp the words out.
The rasp got Kara every time—shattered her each and every way. The husking, textured need in the back of her voice. If she wasn’t hard, which she usually already was, then the embarrassed little voice sent her up like a flare.
People rarely guessed her assignation right away—not correctly at least. Everyone had an opinion about that kind of thing, whether it was pertinent, whether it was important to conform and conduct and present. What was an Alpha supposed to look and behave like? She was polite and mild-mannered because that was inherent and earnest. It was Alpha to be those things because Kara felt the statement correct and true.
She didn’t bristle or flare her nostrils or speak crudely.
Except sometimes—usually in grey boxers.
There was something inexplicable about it. Lena would look at her, all green eyes and blushing cheeks, feeling things in parts of her body that she didn’t know how to hide or be discrete about despite wanting to be. Kara growled in those moments and felt her nostrils flare because how could they not?
Lena called her Daddy.
Game over.
No resolve or restraint or mild-manners to be found anywhere.
Daddy. Kara felt that word, felt it everywhere in her body, like all the dumbest stereotypes and cheesiest romance novels were scientific research studies. And so she would growl and clench and touch her like a woman, babytalk her like a little well-behaved good girl. Take her thighs back with warm palms and kiss her dripping cunt and swelling little clit, some nights, slip her tongue inside places that left them both too embarrassed to mention about the next morning.
She handled Lena in precise, dominant ways that were sometimes a little cruel and sometimes abundantly adoring and always so connective that, for days after, Kara felt if she were expected to present publicly in a way that accurately communicated her identity?
White sneakers and the crispest socks.
A baseball cap.
Her phone secured to her belt in a holster and her shirt rolled up her forearms.
Kara wasn’t sure what being an Alpha had to do with anything out there in the world, but it had everything to do with who she was in the small four walls and quiet warmth of privacy. She was Lena’s Daddy—that was that.
The shower ran, the water went in loud splashes off limbs and shoulders and edges of bones. Kara heard it and that was enough, she imagined dripping jet black hair and gleaming pale skin and damp clean freckles, and she smiled wider, thinking of all the places she wanted to kiss and suck and nibble in long trails going back and forth nowhere and everywhere. Little sensitive pink nipples that needed to be bitten and sucked too hard. Lena broke every time and whimpered through croaking rasps where her pronunciations usually sat prim and ladylike.
Kara loved it, loved touching them, loved the feeling of a warm nude body careening into bed on Friday night with a movie on the agenda, Lena’s lips coming up to kiss and peck along her jaw innocently enough, and Kara slipped her hand up a push-pulling belly and grazed fingertips over little puffy nipples that stiffened on her lightest touch.
“Daddy…”
It always came so shakily out of her mouth, so quick and responsive and desperate.
Kara would coo over her always, push her on her back, kiss little stiff nipples in a flurry of pecks and grazing teeth and swirling tongue. A bounce in her upright cock, it stiffened awake with rushing blood flow and webbing precum.
A shower and grower, Kara was humble about it, maybe only because she had felt so ashamed when she was younger. It wasn’t fun being a shy, awkward introvert adolescent with changes and development that sat so at odds with her demeanour. Her cock spilled out of her panties, rarely behaved, hung low and heavy and threatened the hem of her skirt with foreskin and accumulating inches she wanted to slow to a halt. It took time to be okay. It took time to know it was more than okay to feel good and care about girls feeling good, that she was capable of making them feel good. Kara got there, in her own time.
Older and alright with herself, Kara had ten thick solid inches that took up space between her slender legs and could not be avoided or glanced past. She wouldn’t care if she had five, but she had ten, and she wouldn’t push them inside Lena even if she did ask.
Even if she wasn’t a virgin, even if the stars aligned and Lena’s pink lips pressed open on the stretch of her reddened slippery gland, nudging at the little pristine hole, dribbling and webbing from the end of her cock with desperation to fuck the first blood out of her, Kara still would not give leverage and break her way slow and steady inside.
Lena hadn’t proved a heat and Kara would hurt her.
Not intentionally, not saviour-complex overanxious worrying, nor in some arrogant assumed way by virtue of her size and overbearing thickness. Lena hadn’t proved a heat and the little hymen in her cunt was rigid, tight and hypersensitive as a result. A single finger inside, Lena whimpered and winced in pain and puffed the kind of moans that had to be pressed against Kara’s pulse point in order to feel safe and grounded and okay.
If Kara pushed with her cock, Lena would break not as a temporary burning pain giving way to shared pleasures. She would squeal and scream and break the way a dress seam rips under duress and can never be whole or healed after. Kara would never and could never.
It would hurt Lena.
Gentle as she was, Kara made her take the steady slipping finger, hushed and cooed and told a woman four years older to be her brave good girl, relax her muscles then let her little cunt hurt regardless.
There was something about the tight oversensitive hymen barely stretching, sucking so tight on her knuckle that Kara could imagine the burning achiness with clarity. A sudden and constant shifting in Lena’s hips and legs from the pressure. A gasp and wince. An outreach of needy arms thrusting forward that needed Daddy, that slipped and clung tight on Kara’s shoulders.
There and then, Lena’s lips craned and pushed and pressed rapid moans and struggling whimpers into the pulse point of Kara’s throat. Sometimes, more often than she felt proud about, Kara spurted and emptied and glugged out a ruined orgasm that didn’t feel ruined at all.
“Daddy it hurts,” Lena croaked and moaned into her jawline, some nights that always led to ruined orgasms dribbling out of her cock. “Daddy it’s burning—your finger. Inside. It’s stretching and it’s making me sting.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No Daddy. No, you don’t—you’re not understanding. I want more?”
“Well you can’t have more.”
“Please just break it?”
“Break it? Honey, no, it will hurt you.”
“I’m not a silly little girl.”
“You don’t feel like a big greedy one. You really want me to pick you up and force my cock inside? You can’t even get your hand around it, princess. I would have to press you against the wall and slam at your little pinprick hole with everything I had just to break into your cunt…”
“Daddy. Daddy fuck please? You can hurt it. Kara, please—”
“No.”
The pressure alone from a single finger moving in and out, slow and careful and so gentle through her tight hole, had tears dribbling and strangled pain in her whimpers.
“Please Daddy?”
“Remember how much it hurt when I pushed inside your asshole? You begged me to fuck you in your ass, you begged for weeks, told me just how good you had gotten with your fingers, remember what happened that night?”
Lena’s expression slackened and her moans grew loud and close.
“Your head popped inside my bottom too fast, and it hurt and I couldn’t take you any deeper and started to cry, but you kept your head…”
“Kept my head where?”
“Stuck inside my bottom, Daddy.” Lena couldn’t remember it without a flood of arousal dripping her thighs. “You kept it stuck there and made me reach back and stroke your shaft until you came inside of my…”
“Your very pretty, very sore, very stretched asshole.” Kara could count her down like clockwork. “You cried like a little girl. Do you remember after I finished inside of you?”
“Mhm.”
“If you make me ask I will stop and put your panties back on myself.”
“Daddy kissed it better. You kissed it better and rubbed your finger over and round the edges, in circles, until I went to sleep.” The moans went high and warbly and gasping. “Kara please push inside?” Lena always tried one last time.
“No baby.” A little come hither and quickening on her clit was all it ever took. “Sweet baby girl. You look so pretty when you cum so hard that it makes you cry. See, you didn’t need more. You just needed to hear Daddy say no.”
Kara loved rewarding, loved kissing and sucking on little pink nipples, loved the way Lena trembled and rose up and wailed into the feeling of a suddenly lavished clit and French kissed cunt.
Daddy loved saying no.
Daddy loved Lena’s good, cathartic loveliest tears. The whimper when her sensitive little nipples were bitten a little too hard. The croaking, rasped and textured wail when Daddy bit harder anyway. The wide helpless arousal in her green eyes when Daddy twisted and pinched her nipples, cooing the little good girl, twisting and pinching past the tears, past the useless slaps drumming rapid and quick against everywhere and anywhere, focused only on the bucking little cunt lips grinding a puddle on Daddy’s knee until the request came.
Daddy loved saying yes too, sometimes.
Daddy whispered reassurance, permission and praise that swaddled orgasms into happy little baby girl tears and subspace calm. Daddy loved a sore, stretched and hypersensitive little hymen on her finger.
And of course, Daddy loved edging Lena’s pretty fat cunt lips, all swollen and spread and dripping the sheets puddled and damp, to then pull Lena’s panties back up too quickly and pat at her puffy little cunt twitches like she was a sweet, cherished pet, to then feel the frustrated tears dribble on to her hips with a lapping tongue and suckling mouth bobbing her straining cock.
The chastity belt would be on the top of the list of things she loved.
Kara knew it.
She heard the bathroom cabinets open and close. The deodorant. The faucet gushing to brush teeth and gargle. It wasn’t quick enough. Kara wanted to hurry it along and burst in and take her to bed like a little girl to be thrown over her sturdy, solid and strong shoulders. She wanted to be all the things Lena needed. She wanted to rub a nervous, push-pulling tummy, feel the lock click and the belt stay tight and secure on Lena’s hips and waist and denied little sex, smooth on her fingertips running each and every way along the steel straits.
She wanted to hush the inevitable tears.
She wanted to hold her close.
She wanted to ask, just to be sure, and then soften with relief at the inevitable answer.
“Feels good Daddy, I don’t want to take it off. It’s just different. It’s new and it’s a lot.”
Kara half-planned out the things she might say, probably would say, if the words came as she expected, and the moment felt as sweet as she hoped.
“It’s new and it’s a lot and that’s a big deal. It’s not chastity for denial baby, it’s for Saturday mornings curled up eating breakfast in bed and Sunday afternoons pulling my fingers down to your pretty parts at the movie theatre and…all of quiet, perfectly ordinary moments during the regular day that you can feel me there whenever you want to feel close and held…”
In Kara’s mind, she absolutely saw it as earnest truth.
It wasn’t a reason to avoid intimacy. It was a way to embrace it, keep it present and constant, find more reasons and ways to touch and be close and navigate what it meant to be intimate like other couples and yet, somehow, never intimate like other couples despite both craving it.
Kara wasn’t trying to be gross with her runaway thinking, she couldn’t help it, but she heard the faucet turn off and the running order of the bathroom draw to its end, and she tried to not be consumed with the wrong things—tried at least.
The banana had gone straight to her head.
It was the excuse in the absence of needing one. The one that made her laugh to herself. In her comfiest grey boxers and nothing else, Kara stirred back to life and topped her wine glass and poured one for Lena.
“Kara, baby?”
The bathroom door creaked wider, Lena slipped the towel around and Kara smiled at the way she smiled. Dripping black hair, gleaming skin, damp freckles and a thousand other perfectly good reasons to take her mouth and kisses in slow directions and lose herself in the little clean wonder of her girlfriend’s shape.
“Oh. You’re being naughty, uncouth and unsavoury” —Lena’s eyes flew open, then she laughed with the widest grin despite her exasperated and slumping posture— “Do you know how loud your dirty thoughts are? The neighbours complain, Kara!”
Kara snorted into the sip of her drink.
“Sorry baby,” Kara whispered with a smile.
Lena glanced to the empty waiting sofa then back to Kara’s eyeline.
“Wine and cuddles and nauseatingly sweet kisses over trash garbage television?”
“Afterwards.” Kara took Lena’s wine glass from the counter and carried it for her. “Bedroom first. I want you to be a good girl with an edged little pretty cunt under lock and key, and you’re going to be a good girl and take it like I tell you, Lena…” Kara stopped and turned her head as they stood parallel in the hallway, her voice as lavender calm and ordinary as it ever was. “I like it when you cry on my shoulder because you’re feeling things between your legs, baby. I’m going to love holding you tonight in your pretty little new belt and tomorrow I’ll take it off and suck the frustration from your little clit, and we’ll go for breakfast and talk about how it all feels.”
Lena stared like a lame rabbit in headlights.
“Daddy—”
Kara didn’t hang around for the conversation.
“Bedroom, Lena,” Kara whispered sweetly.
Read more, read all my things, come little one.
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I have a new fic out!
Good Vibrations
This one is a lot spicier than what I normally write. I needed to blow of some steam between heavy chapters of Nothing to Fear and I had a silly idea that started with the image of a sleepy Kara purring in Lena's lap, and it went from there.
An update on Nothing to Fear is coming soon; I'm writing out the bulk of the rest of the story right now and I'll need to move things around and edit a lot to make sure it's all wrapped up nicely. I want to make sure it flows right and tells the story I want to tell, which takes a little work because it started as a one shot and I didn't have a clear plan when I expanded it, other than putting Lena and Kara through hell, lol.
#supercorp fanfic#supercorp fluff#supercorp smut#supercorp sunday#supergirl#supergirl fanfiction#supercorp#kara x lena#karlena#kara danvers x lena luthor#lena luthor x kara danvers#alex danvers is done#smutty fanfiction
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Always You (Supercorp)- Chapter 4
by marinawolf
Lena tries to bring Kara back but gives in to Kara's advances. (warning: redk!kara smut. 18+)
Lena Luthor sat nervously in her office, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at the clock on her desk, waiting for the moment that could either save or destroy everything she held dear. The plan she had devised with Alex was risky, but it was their only hope of bringing Kara back from the darkness that had consumed her.
The last time Lena had seen Kara, she had been under the influence of Red Kryptonite, her once bright and compassionate nature replaced by cold calculation and selfishness. Lena couldn't forget the fiery encounter they had shared, the moment when Kara's lips had met hers, filling her with a passion she had never known before. But Lena had stopped it, refusing to let their connection be tainted by the effects of the Red Kryptonite. She had rejected Kara, and had hurt her in the process. And only when she lost Kara had Lena realised that she was desperately and hopelessly in love with her best friend.
Now, as Lena awaited Kara's arrival, she couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The familiar gust swept through the office as Kara landed on her balcony, making Lena's heart leap. Kara was early. Too early.
Lena had been prepared for the worst, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her when Kara stepped into her office.
The redness in Kara's eyes and veins was unmistakable. Lena's heart sank, knowing that she was facing a version of Kara who was lost to the darkness. But she knew that she had to stay strong, keep her focus on the plan. She couldn't let herself be swayed by the seductive allure that radiated from the woman before her.
"Hello, Lena," Kara smiled, her voice dripping with a calculated charm that sent shivers down Lena's spine. "You called?"
Lena clenched her fists, trying to push down the surge of desire that threatened to consume her. She knew it wasn't the real Kara standing in front of her, but the memories of their shared passion still lingered, haunting her every thought. She had to resist.
"Kara, you came," Lena managed to say, her voice quivering slightly. "I hate how things ended the last time. I wanted to talk."
Kara raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, I think I can think of something much more interesting to do than talking, Lena."
Lena's heart raced as Red Kryptonite-affected Kara closed the door behind her, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and desire. The air in Lena's office seemed to grow thick with anticipation, and Lena couldn't tear her gaze away from Kara's alluring form.
Kara leaned against the edge of Lena's desk, her body language oozing confidence and power. Lena swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper, "Kara, please... You have to fight this. You have to come back."
Kara took a step closer, her gaze piercing through Lena's defenses. She reached out and traced a finger along Lena's jawline, sending shivers down her spine.
"I'm right here, Lena. But why would I want to fight this? Don't you feel it too? This pull between us? I couldn't bring myself to act on it before."
Lena's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, fighting against the desires that threatened to consume her. Kara placed her hands on Lena's neck, tracing her pulse point with the tips of her fingers.
"This isn't who we are, Kara." she choked out, "We can't let the Red Kryptonite dictate our actions, our feelings. This isn't you."
"Maybe it's not about the Red Kryptonite, Lena." Kara whispered, her lips painfully close to Lena's. "Maybe it's about being able to surrender to this. To us."
Lena's resistance wavered, the pull of her own desires growing stronger with every passing second, her heart conflicting with her mind. She knew she had to keep Kara distracted until the DEO arrived, but the temptation was too great. She met Kara's gaze, her voice a mixture of longing and hesitation and silently prayed that Alex would arrive in time. Before she couldn't stop herself anymore. Before she let her desires consume her.
Kara leaned in, her breath ghosting over Lena's lips, sending a surge of electricity through Lena's body.
"Tell me, Lena..." Kara whispered, her lips softly ghosting over Lena's. "Can you honestly say you don't want this?"
Lena's resolve crumbled, the weight of her desire too heavy to bear. She closed the remaining distance between them, her lips meeting Kara's in a fiery, desperate kiss. The world around them faded away as they surrendered to the tumultuous wave of passion that had been building for far too long.
As their kiss deepened, Lena felt Kara's strong arms wrap around her, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing against each other. The warmth and softness of Kara's curves against her own sent shockwaves of pleasure through Lena, causing her to gasp into the kiss.
Their hands moved with a desperate hunger, seeking the heat and connection that only they could provide for one another. Lena's fingers tangled in Kara's hair, pulling her closer as they sought to merge their bodies and souls together. When she saw Kara's eyes flash red, she closed her own eyes, ignoring the reason behind this passion. All she wanted was Kara and she couldn't bring herself to deny it anymore.
Lost in the heat of the moment, they stumbled backward, finding support against the wall. The coolness of the surface against Lena's back was a stark contrast to the blazing desire coursing through her veins.
Kara reached behind Lena and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Lena's breath hitched as she felt Kara's searing fingers on her back once more, unhooking her bra and throwing it across the room. Kara's hands began to explore Lena's body, tracing the curves of her back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Lena moaned softly, the sound lost in the passionate exchange of breaths and the intoxicating taste of Kara's lips.
Kara's lips left a trail of heat down Lena's neck and every coherent thought in Lena's mind was decimated as Kara lowered her head, capturing a pink bud between her lips, flicking her tongue over it. Lena let out moan and Kara switched to the other breast, softly licking and biting, causing fireworks to erupt behind Lena's eyelids. When she stopped after a few minutes, Lena almost whimpered, but was appeased when Kara brought her lips to her body once again. Kara kissed below Lena's breast, down her stomach and on the insides of her thighs, getting on her knees before Lena. Despite everything, Lena found some satisfaction in that- who knew that this was how one could bring the girl of steel to her knees? Kara's deft hands found Lena's underwear and slowly pulled them down her legs.
She felt Kara's breath on her most intimate parts and held her own breath, her pulse quickening. She let out a gasp the second Kara's mouth, hot and wet, pressed into her and moaned as Kara's tongue slid along the length of her centre. Her hands tangled in Kara's hair and although she tried to stop herself, Kara's name tumbled out of her mouth in desperate, breathless whispers. Her tongue teased Lena's entrance. She swept her tongue upwards, across the bundle of nerves and Lena moaned, loudly.
Kara closed her lips around the bundle and mercilessly licked it, turning Lena into an incoherent mess. She couldn't focus on anything- not the plan, not even the fact that the DEO could barge in at any moment. Kara brought a finger to Lena's entrance and paused, looking up at her, her eyes tinged with red, hiding the beautiful blue that Lena was so infatuated with. Tears fell from Lena's eyes, tears of pain and desire.
Lena wanted to beg Kara to continue but didn't need to. Kara registered her desperation and smiled, immediately plunging a finger into Lena. She began to pump hard and fast. Lena was once again lost all thought and the only discernible word she uttered was Kara's name, which fell from her lips like a prayer.
Kara stood up and added another finger, increasing her efforts and Lena's hips bucked.
"Let go for me." She whispered, before crashing her mouth against Lena's, continuing her ministrations. Lena could taste herself on Kara's lips.
Almost as if asceding to Kara's demands, Lena reached her highest point with a gasp. Her back arched and she clenched around Kara's fingers, coming undone in a way she never felt before. Pleasure caused her body to shake and her mind to rid itself of everything except one word. Kara. Kara. Kara. Over and over again until she slowly came back.
Lena slumped against Kara, unable to stand up on her own. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as she stood there, in Kara's arms after their intense encounter. The weight of guilt settled heavily upon her heart, and regret clawed at her from within.
As the initial rush of passion subsided, Lena's clarity returned, and she became acutely aware of the consequences of their impulsive actions. She gently extricated herself from Kara's embrace, her heart aching with a mix of longing and remorse.
Silent tears welled up in Lena's eyes as she surveyed the disheveled state of her office, a poignant reflection of the chaos that had unfolded between them.
Just then, Kara's eyes widened, anger flaring in them as she heard something that Lena couldn't.
"Who is that? Coming up? Is it the DEO?"
Lena scrambled for her dress, quickly slipping it on as tears fell from her eyes.
"Kara- I need you back. I'm trying to help you!"
"You planned this, didn't you?" Kara whispered, her voice raw with betrayal. "I thought you wanted me."
Lena's heart clenched as she saw the hurt in Kara's eyes. She wanted to beg for her forgiveness right then and there, but she couldn't. Instead, Lena quickly grabbed the back up antidote vial from her desk and held it out to Kara.
"I do want you, Kara but I didn't want it to be like this. I want you but not this version of you," she choked out, feeling as if her heart had been wrenched out of her chest.
"Kara, please, if you're going to leave, just take the vial." She pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "It's our only chance to bring you back."
She saw Kara's rage burned brighter than ever. She pushed Lena against the wall, trapping her and glaring at her.
"You think you can bring me back now? I'm done, Lena. You've lost me."
“Kara, please” Lena begged, “I’m sorry. I love you. Please.”
Lena hadn’t planned on telling Kara. Not like this. But she saw something soften in Kara’s eyes. Just for a split second, before the red took over again.
Kara pushed off from the wall, releasing Lena.
Lena watched in despair as Kara stormed out of her office, anger radiating from every fiber of her being, once again taking a piece of Lena's heart with her.
Waves of guilt crashed against the shores of Lena's conscience, leaving her stranded in a sea of regret. The weight of her actions bore down on her, gnawing at her soul with unforgiving persistence.
The plan she had devised with the DEO had seemed necessary at the time, a means to expose Kara to the cure for red Kryptonite and save her from the destructive path she had embarked upon. But now, as tears welled up in Lena's eyes, regret washed over her like a tidal wave. She had let her desires cloud her judgment, allowing herself to be swept away in a moment of weakness. For so long, Lena had strived to uphold her principles, to be a beacon of righteousness in a world tainted by darkness. Yet, in a moment of weakness, she had faltered, betraying her own values. The fact that it happened with Kara, the person she cherished most, twisted the knife of remorse deeper into her heart.
The tears she tried to hold back fell down Lena's cheeks, each droplet a testament to the visceral pain consuming her. It was not just the guilt that haunted her, but also the knowledge that she had hurt Kara and may have lost her forever. The ache within her was more profound than any physical hurt, a raw wound that bled remorse and longing.
The weight of her betrayal hung heavily upon her, a burden that threatened to consume her entirely. Lena despised herself for being complicit in the plan to trap Kara, using her vulnerabilities against her, even though she knew that it was the only way to help Kara. She understood the magnitude of her actions and the irreparable damage that she had caused to their relationship.
Self loathing consumed Lena and she grappled with the guilt of giving in to Kara's advances, to allowing their relationship be tainted by the red kryptonite. Crying softly, Lena found solace in her tears, a release for the anguish that consumed her. She despised the person she had become. The desire for redemption burned within her. She needed Kara back, but how could she face her after what she had done? After what she had let happen? There was no way for Lena to come back from this- to find any redemption. Maybe being a Luthor wasn't just a name- maybe she was tainted by the darkness too. How else could she explain her actions? She had caused this. It was her fault that Kara entered that pod, it was her fault that Kara felt betrayed. If she hadn't stopped talking to Kara, if she had only listened and forgiven Kara for keeping the secret from her, Lex would not have been able to manipulate the situation. They would have been together. They would have stopped him before he could successfully execute his plan. But Lena had let Kara go out of anger. It was all her fault. Luthors carried a darkness, and she had let her darkness taint the pureness of Kara Danvers. How pathetic was she to believe that she could ever be a good person?
Despite the guilt and anguish, Lena couldn't let go of a glimmer of hope. Hope because when Lena looked at her hand, the vial wasn't there. Kara had taken the vial, and now it was up to her to make the choice. To come back to herself. To Lena.
Lena was snapped back to reality by the sound of heavy footsteps outside her office door. She hurriedly gathered her underwear from the floor and shoved it into her desk drawer.
Moments later, Alex burst into the room, a small device in her hands that would expose Kara to the antidote. She looked at Lena, her eyes filled with determination.
"Where is she?" Alex demanded, her voice urgent.
Lena's gaze fell to the empty doorway. "She's gone. But she took the vial, Alex. Let's hope she finds her way back."
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Yes, it's my second little dirty story. I decided it's time to post in here too.
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“And what exactly have you been doing with Sam for weeks?” - Kara chewed her lips aggressively, glaring at Lena.
The woman scowled at her, irritated by both the question and Kara’s disgruntled face. They stared each other down for a few minutes until J’onn cleared his throat, startling them both. Alex watched them awkwardly, not knowing what to do and where this tension came from. The suffocating silence fell upon the people who sat in the room.
Lena pressed her lips together and peered at Kara, who chewed her lips even more aggressively. She finally averted her gaze just to make the most disappointed grimace Lena had ever seen on a Kryptonian.
“For weeks, Lena. For weeks, you hid Reign from us.” - Kara looked at her hands, picking on her nails, her lips still pressed together. Lena rolled her eyes, watching the Kryptonian having a little temper tantrum. She still couldn’t understand why Supergirl was so stressed about it. It wasn’t like she would open up to the cladescent organisation she only found out about today. And Lena wanted to help Sam, whatever it takes. She wouldn’t trust anyone here, especially not the people she confided in so much and who lied to her for months about who they were.
There was something else in the offended expression of the Kryptonian. Lena narrowed her eyes, watching her pouting at the table. Kara lifted her eyes and looked into Lena’s green ones. Still pissed, the human held her gaze easily. She would never be scared of the Kryptonian, especially not now when she has magic. And not after they had a few encounters in the bathroom of the D.E.O. She watched Kara getting slightly frustrated under her gaze and smirked.
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The Balcony
Lena has a charity dinner party for L-Corp on Friday night, in two days time. She wants to ask Kara to be her date and has been trying to ask her out the entire week but Kara is always rushing off for one reason or another. Sometimes Lena worries it’s because of her but Kara is so kind, caring, and attentive that her doubts are easily assuaged in her presence.
Kara came to Lena’s office in the afternoon to talk about an article she was writing, actually she had made up a reason so she could see Lena, it’s not like they would stick to that topic anyway. While they chat Lena is working up the courage to ask Kara directly this time. It wasn't the first ‘date’ she had asked Kara on and yet Kara acted as though they were just friendly lunches or dinners no matter how forward Lena thought she was in asking no matter how intimate the setting or romantic the evening she always acted like it was nothing special. She seemed to view them as just friends, and yet she never declined and she flirted back - didn’t she?
Lena begins her question “I have an L-Corp charity event on Friday night…” but Kara hears a siren and interrupts to make an excuse to leave and is halfway out the door when Lena unwilling to let this moment pass blurts out a little too quickly “wouldyoubemydatetothisdinner”. Blushing, embarrassed at the outburst she is completely stunned when Kara says with a cheeky smile and a wink “I would love to, text me the details and I will meet you there, it’s a date”
Kara leaves the L-Corp building and takes off flying vaguely in the direction of the siren but keeps on flying in a daze, distracted thinking about Lena, about how she has hid her identity as Supergirl and her feelings for her for too long. Lena, beautiful inside and out, Kara knows she has to come clean. Eventually she realizes she has flown all the way around the earth and is right back at L-Corp. Hours have passed since Kara left - it's now after 9pm but Lena is still there, still working. Kara can’t wait any longer. She lands on the balcony, determined to tell Lena everything, who she is and how in love with her she is.
In Kara’s absence Lena managed to convince herself that Kara thinks this is yet another dinner date with a friend like every other time she asked Kara out and thought she was clear but Kara still didn’t ‘get it’. What did she have to do to get Kara to notice she wants more? Scream FUCK ME KARA, I WANT YOU INSIDE OF ME?
Lena hears Supergirl call her name from the balcony. The distressing thoughts she had been busy trying to avoid that had yet again resurfaced were quieted, her mind calmed by Supergirl’s voice. Lena didn’t know why Supergirl had that effect on her, sure she was attractive, powerful, kind, actually she reminded her of Kara in many ways but more confident and somewhat aloof - Lena always felt like she was a Luthor first when talking to Supergirl though their working relationship had been good.
Kara standing on the balcony watches as Lena gets up from her desk and walks over to the door. She has it all worked out, the words rehearsed hundreds of times over the past several months, but she is terrified. Terrified that Lena will feel betrayed, that she won’t want to be friends with her let alone date her. She’s chickened out so many times before, but this time is different. This time she’s going to do it. Kara holds her glasses in her right hand waiting for Lena on the far side of the balcony.
Lena approaches Supergirl. She is just about to ask what she wanted, thinking it was perhaps for a mission or something, when Supergirl starts to put on a pair of glasses. Suddenly the scales fell from her eyes, Supergirl didn’t just REMIND her of Kara SHE WAS KARA.
“Lena I…” Kara starts to explain the deception but is cut off by Lena “I understand” in a heartbreaking tone. “No I don’t think you do” this time she holds up her hand when Lena starts to speak again “I love you Lena, I am in love with you. I’m so sorry I kept everything from you for so long, I was afraid…” At that moment Lena moves her hands to Kara’s face and kisses Kara tenderly on the lips.
Kara melts into the sweet loving kiss and the fire inside her grows as she deepens the kiss. Her left hand makes its way to the brunette’s hair as her right slides down her waist to the belt of Lena’s pants. Lena starts to moan softly into Kara’s mouth, her own hands moving down to unbutton her top, she then grabs Kara’s left hand and moves it to her breast desperate for Kara to touch her.
Kara loudly moans when her hand touches Lena’s bra, it’s as wonderful as she had always imagined. So taken aback by how fast they were moving she stops fumbling with Lena’s belt and breaks their kiss needing to catch her breath. Lena lets out a quiet whimper wanting Kara back immediately but she then notices how the blonde is looking at her chest, with eyes so wide and full of hunger. “Do what you want with them” Lena purrs seductively but unable to stop herself she adds “please Kara” in a tone she felt was much too pathetic.
Kara doesn’t need to be told twice, her hands moving at superspeed, too enthusiastic at the idea to control herself; she removes Lena’s shirt and bra. She stood stunned for a moment taking in the brunette’s now exposed breasts. She had always stopped herself from using her x-ray vision to see them - it was too much of an invasion - but every chance she got to glance at, or rather stare at, them she took. Kara, now able to see them in their full glory, had never wanted to touch something more, never wanted something in her mouth so badly. She licks her lips as she moves back towards Lena picking her up and moving her so her back up was against the wall, a little more forceful than she meant but Lena’s moan of pleasure reassured her. Kara takes one boob in her right hand and the other in her mouth.
Lena gasps as she feels Kara tongue swirling around one of her nipples and her finger rolling the other. It’s been so long, she had imagined this moment so many times, she had so many dreams, pretended so many times. This, this was everything.
Lena grasps at blonde hair pulling at it, Kara responds with a soft bite. Lena gasps out “FUUUUUCK”
Lena can feel wetness pooling in her panties, she lets go of Kara’s hair to remove her own belt. Kara getting the hint moves downward leaving a trail of marks down Lena’s body, sucking and lightly biting her way lower as she gets on her knees in front of Lena and pulls her pants and panties both down in one motion. Lena cries out as Kara puts her open mouth on her already swollen clit, as Kara starts to move her tongue Lena can already barely contain herself. Her legs start to shake. Kara takes both Lena’s hands in hers to reassure her. Lena can’t hold on any longer, she comes with a silent prayer to a god she isn’t sure she believes in that this isn’t a dream.
Riding out the waves of ecstasy Lena begins to tear up and as Kara stands and she pulls her pants up Lena starts sobbing so completely overwhelmed by everything. Without a word Kara embraces her and just silently holds her until Lena says “I love you too”
#supercorp#supercorp fanfic#drabble#love confessions#Kara tells Lena everything#Mine#smut#Supercorp smut#Season 2 vibes#canon divergence#my fic
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Kara Danvers had a darkness in her. The loss of so much so early in her life sometimes consumed her entirely. In those bouts, all she wished to do was destroy something or someone.
Right now, sheer darkness consumed her mind and heart, as she punched one car after another, destroying them, trying to get the rage inside her to calm.
But, it wasn't working. She could feel her sister's stare from the room's window and she was not ready to answer her questions either.
So, she took off. She took off, and flew across the globe, not once, not twice but several times before she landed on her former best friend's balcony.
She saw her abrupt arrival sending a shudder down Lena's spine and that made her almost proud. But the CEO composed herself in a minute and turned around. She could see a look of unfamiliarity in Luthor's eyes. As if she didn't recognize the person in front of her.
“Supergirl? What can I do for you?”
She asked as she stepped out on the balcony. Effectively blocking the Super's way to her office.
“I believe there is quite a lot you can do for me, Miss Luthor.”
Supergirl stepped closer to the youngest Luthor and took hold of her chin. Before Lena could attempt to shake away her hand her eyes were staring into a darker shade of blue. A shade Lena never witnessed.
There was a staring contest going on between the two, each waiting for the other to blink. But, they were both strong-willed women who were never taught to back down.
“Kiss me.”
The Super more commanded than asked. Lena was enraged by the suggestion.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Supergirl?”
“I said, kiss me.”
The voice had an edge. But Lena was not going to back down so easily. She smirked and looked at the Super.
“You are never going to get that from me, Supergirl. Never.”
“Then why is your heart beating so fast? Why do you respond to my touches the way you do? Why do you stare at me across the room as if I have hung the stars in the sky? And why haven't you been able to give up on me? Even after all that we've been through?”
Lena seemed deep in thought after that. Her eyes never left Kara's. She felt herself being pulled closer by the waist, and she let her be pulled.
“Kiss me.”
It was soft, but still commanding and Lena couldn't deny it. Not anymore. She stood on her tiptoes in her Kryptonian's arm and moved closer to the lips she had dreamt about for longer than she remembers.
The rest of the distance was covered by Kara. She impatiently let her instincts take over and deepened the kiss. Biting her lower lip, asking for permission to which the CEO eagerly responded.
“I am still mad at you.”
The CEO said in between kisses. She was picked up by The strong Kryptonian and led inside.
“I am still not looking for forgiveness. Keep kissing me.”
It was again a command. Sharp, almost a growl. But, Lena responded by opening her lips and letting Kara explore her in ways she never did before.
Kara threw all the things off the desk and situated the woman in her arms over the glass. She sat on Luthor's CEO chair and looked at the disheveled woman.
“Strip.”
Again a very stern command, yet almost given lazily as if it was known that from that point on, everything she did or said will be followed.
Lena looked at Kara once, not being able to find any traces of familiarity at all with her sunny, joyous friend. There were none.
She gently slid down her skirt's zipper, which was a mistake. Because Supergirl thought of going slow as a waste of time. She pulled at the seam of the skirt and it was torn and pulled off of the Luthor.
“Be faster or I will be flying you naked out of this office.”
Lena gulped at the sharp tone and made a quick work of her button down and pushed it off her shoulders. Kara seemed pleased at her choice of maroon and black lacy lingerie, as she stopped her from removing it.
The cups of the bra were pushed below her boobs and a shiver ran through Lena's body with the softest brush of Kara's fingers.
But, the all-powerful Super had enough of the wait and she finally ripped Luthor's panties right at her crotch.
Lena's pussy was glistening with desire and she became more aware of it as the cold air of the room hit her open mound. She closed her legs instinctively but they were pushed open just as fast.
Kara stared at her pussy for a bit, taking it in. Lena liked having a neatly trimmed bush that led to her opening and it felt like the right option when Kara traced it to her opening.
Her eyes instinctively closed at the intimate touch. But, it was featherlight and gone as soon as it touched her. It was then replaced by a cold, hard touch that ripped a moan out of her throat.
She looked down to see that Kara was moving her favorite pen through her pussy. The sight made her gush out even more.
Kara audibly smirked and looked into her eyes.
“Slut.”
It was faint and if the room wasn't uncharastically quiet, Lena would not have been able to hear it. But, she was and the humiliating name made her insides curl.
“Please.”
She let out.
“Please, what?”
“Please touch me.”
She pleaded. If only her mother could see her right now, open and vulnerable in front of the Super. But, none of that mattered right now. Because Kara had slipped the pen that was playing with her pussy till now, inside her.
Her walls clenched around metal and she tried to move to get more friction when she felt a hand on her pubic bone.
“Don't move. Your orgasms are mine. I decide.”
Kara determinedly ordered and Lena stopped in an instant. She felt a gentle tug on her clit and closed her eyes again, submitting entirely.
For the next few minutes Kara drove her up with the use of the pen and her mouth and right when she was on the edge, everything stopped. She whined at the loss. Kara pulled her into the sitting position by her bra and held her throat.
“No whining. Now, clean this up.”
The Super kept the solid tip of the pen on her lips, prompting her to open her mouth. She obediently took the pen in her mouth.
“Suck.”
She puckered her lips and started sucking. Kara took a deep breath in at the sight and pulled the Luthor slightly forward so that her exposed pussy was sitting right atop the glass table. She hissed at the cold sensation.
But, Kara was amused. She was smiling at the helpless Luthor with her legs opened up, trying to find friction.
“You may grind.”
The Super said and started paying attention to her boobs. She bit down gently on one while the other was being assaulted by her fingers.
“Please, Kara.”
The Luthor pleaded as she closed her eyes because of the overstimulation.
“Keep grinding.”
That was the only response. She looked at the pure bliss on Lena's face as her exposed clit was rubbed on the cold, hard glass.
In a few minutes, she was again close, very close to a release.
“I'm…”
But her entire stimulation was pulled away that second. Her eyes filled with tears after being denied a release twice.
“Please.”
It was a worthless whine. Right now, she was a toy in the Super's hand and she was the one deciding how to play with her.
Kara finally seemed to be fed up with all the clothing Lena had on and removed the articles one by one, taking her time. Kissing as the skin was exposed after taking off the bra, her ruined, torn panties, and stockings.
By the end of it, she was spread across her desk on a winter evening with only her high heels on.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
Kara said, staring at her. The girl of steel put on her glasses to dematerialize her Super suit. She was wearing Hipster shorts and a sports bra underneath and Lena gasped at the sheer power of the woman in front of her.
“I am a bit big. It might be uncomfortable. Use the word Kryptonite if you wish for me to stop.”
That is when Lena noticed a big bulge right in front of those shorts. She gulped and looked up to nod her head in a yes.
“Good girl. But, I need to hear you say it.”
“I will say Kryptonite if it becomes too much.”
“Good.”
Kara declared and inserted three fingers in Lena's tight cunt. There was some resistance but finally, they were effectively in.
“You are extremely tight.”
It was an observation as the Super kept pumping in and out of her pussy making Lena writhe under her. She was again denied a release very close.
“Now, I will be inserting myself in you. What is your safe word?”
“Kryptonite.”
“Good girl.”
The Super said and finally placed her head on Lena's opening. She started to insert herself into her former best friend little by little.
“Take a deep breath.”
Was the next command as she pinched Lena's nipple hard and pushed her entire head into her pussy. Lena cried out in pain as the giant penis entered her.
“That is it. It's almost done. Do you want me to pull out?”
Lena shook her head in a no at the Super's neck. Kara made her come out of her hiding place and looked into her eyes.
“Kiss me.”
This time it was less commanding and softer and Lena listened right away. She was lost in the kiss when she felt another push in her. She whined a bit, but it was muffled by the Super's lips on hers.
One last thrust pushed her Super into her entirely and they were connected.
“Are you okay?”
Kara asked as she caressed the lower back of the girl in her arms.
“Yes. But will you please hold me for a while? It hurts a bit.”
“Of course.”
And there she was. Her caring, kind friend would not let anyone hurt her. She started feeling a bit better.
“You can move now.”
She said and Kara picked her up by her ass and took her against her cold window. She started softly pushing in and out of Lena. But, then as Lena demanded more the pace increased.
The combination of ruined orgasms and hard and fast fucking brought Lena closer to her orgasm again. But, she knew better now. She looked into Kara's eyes.
“May I cum, Daddy?”
That name seemed to wake something up in Kara. Her pace increased and she held onto Lena's throat.
“You may.”
She bit down hard on Kara's shoulder, not trusting herself to not scream so loud that the security will come over to check on her and let go of the release that was held for so long. She came long and hard and the intensity of her orgasm bought one out of Kara as well.
“I am going to cum inside you.”
It was again not an ask, but a statement, and Lena nodded at the Super's shoulder. She was fucked for several more minutes before Kara dumped her load inside of her beautiful ex-best friend and slumped down on the CEO's chair with the girl still connected to her. Lena purred a little and moved closer to Kara.
Supergirl looked at the girl in her arms, still panting, and held her by her chin.
“I am going to mark you. You are to wear that mark proudly as a Kryptonian's mate.”
Kara moved her chin to present her neck to herself and pushed her teeth right into Lena's neck. Lena hissed at the sensation, but before she could complain the mark was ingrained on her neck.
“Looks beautiful.”
Kara admired her work and licked her mark to soothe her mate. Lena looked lovingly into Kara's eyes. She knew it was her turn now.
“Kiss me.”
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Alt Assistant AU Pt 5 NSFW
Smexiness under the cut:
They manage to find their way to Lena's apartment without having sex on the pristine white office couch, but her desk isn't so lucky. Kara can hardly keep her hands to herself, let alone her lips. The first round is hot and messy on the rounded edge of the desk, Lena's skirt ridden up to give Kara access to the most precious part of herself.
Lena comes twice before finally finding the wherewithal to murmur something about a proper bed. Kara burns the whole car ride to Lena's opulent apartment, and even before the front door closes behind them she's pushing Lena against the wall to cup her cheek with one hand and dip her other hand beneath Lena's skirt once more.
"Jesus," Kara murmurs, when a particularly strained moan issues from Lena's throat. "You sound so good...."
"Keep going," Lena pants. Her bottom lip catches momentarily between her teeth before, "please."
The word sense liquid heat down Kara's core to settle low in her belly. She pulls away from Lena's neck to lock eyes with her. "Say it again."
"Please."
"Again."
"Please-- augh!"
Lena's orgasm comes hard and fast, snapping her head back it thunks against the wall behind her. Her eyes squeeze shut, mouth agape, as her hips thrust slightly in time with the squeeze of her walls around Kara's fingers.
Kara keeps it up until she senses Lena coming down. Lena's neck goes slack, her head leaning forward to rest on Kara's shoulder.
"Fuck," she gasps.
Pleased with herself, Kara grins. "How many times have you thought about doing this?" she asks teasingly.
"More times than would be professional to admit."
Kara swallows the tail end of Lena's words with another kiss. She hikes Lena's legs up around her waist, then carries her from the wall to Lena's bedroom. Lena sits back on the edge of the bed when Kara releases her, propped on her elbows and wearing the hungriest gaze Kara has ever seen from her. In that moment, the complexities of Kara's new reality narrows to a singular simple need-- to make Lena feel as good as possible.
For as long as possible.
Kara saunters up to the bed, nearly straddling Lena's lap. It forces Lena chin to turn up at a stunning angle, accentuating her sharp jaw and long neck. Smiling again, Kara bends to plant her hands on the mattress to either side of Lena. They're so close that when Kara tilts her own chin up, their noses brush.
"Tell me..." she purrs, slowly. "Tell me what you like."
"With you?"
Lena's gaze somehow darkens further, her desire palpable in the air between them. Her cheshire smirk sparks a challenge in Kara's chest.
"Anything."
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