GIVE IT TO YOU ('TIL YOU'RE SCREAMING MY NAME)
kara zor-el x high maintenance actor!reader
𑄹 about: when you ask your girlfriend to get rough, and she says no despite telling you she wants to, you decide to take matters into your own hands and get what you want.
𑄹 warnings: smut! mdni! brat!reader, dom!kara, sub!reader, a little bit of mean!kara, slight arguing, spanking, public manhandling, private manhandling, just lots of kara moving you how she wants to, edging, fingering, strap use, lil' bit of a praise kink (if you squint), hair-pulling for two seconds, and use of pet-names
𑄹 an: thank you lovely anon for the inspiration. as always slightly proofread and may feel a tad ooc. hope you enjoy!
You can’t wait for today to end. You woke up late, the overworked and underpaid production assistant on set got you the wrong coffee twice, and your scene partner keeps butchering his lines. You’re trying to be polite, and not lose your cool, but shooting is dragging on.
And all you want is Kara. Your attentive, funny, and loving girlfriend. Kara who can quell any discomfort in a matter of moments, so much so that each member of your team has her on speed-dial just in case.
You met her due to Clark, the one Daily Planet reporter you actually enjoy giving the scoop to, and watched with curious eyes as she failed to recognize you. Like at all. She had looked at you like you were just another person, and not the very famous actor that you were, and that’s all it had taken for you to beg her for her number and a date.
Not that Kara didn’t return your interest of course, because here you are a year and a half later, very happy. She’s charming, confident, and wonderful. Her hectic schedule works with your hectic schedule, she doesn’t care for the glamour of your life, and when your day sucks her hands, oh so gentle and grounding, make it all go away.
And despite your tendency to like things a little rougher, for a while that was enough, after all you also like to be worshipped, and god does Kara worship you. She’s never met your tendency to be high maintenance as anything but a challenge. She enjoys it, being the one to have her arm around you, opening your doors as people shout for a second of your attention.
Then you found out she was Supergirl, and things changed. The first time you watched her take down a villain with such force that it only took two moves, only to toss the camera a cocky grin, you couldn’t help but wonder where that side of Kara was in your relationship.
You tried to let it go, thinking perhaps that she needed something gentle given her line of work, but that petulant side of you still can’t help but want Kara to be rough with you. And today, your shitty shitty day, is going to be your breaking point.
Made even more worse when you open up your front door to see that she’s wearing that white t-shirt you like her in. It’s because it’s hot, and she’s a furnace, but the thin material has a habit of wrapping around her biceps in a way that shows them off to you without even trying.
“Hey.” She calls, turning down the tv as she does, “I got us takeout. I figured we both had a long day so…”
You hum as you impatiently remove your shoes. The minute they’re off you’re going and depositing yourself into her lap. She welcomes you of course, hands coming to rest gingerly against your back.
“That bad of a day?” She inquires with a tilt of her head.
“Yes.” You grumble as you lean into kiss her. Kara responds, kissing you back sweetly, until you’re breaking away for air. Your hands wrap greedily into white fabric. “Need you please.”
You know she won’t deny you, because she never does, and she doesn’t, shifting you so you’re laying across the couch and she’s looming over you. “My pleasure.” She teases you as she meets your lips again.
Her kisses are soft like clouds. Her lips always using just enough force to show you her want, but never enough to make your lips feel swollen. Her tongue dances in the inside of your mouth, inquisitive like it’s a guest, but it never demands a home. Her hands roam your sides likes she’s tracing your outline. Always there, always exploring, but never taking. And god do you want her to take.
“Harder.” You plea between her kisses, and you feel her muscles tense.
She adds just a sliver more pressure, and you can tell that she hesitates to do even that. So instead you take her biceps and squeeze. She sighs into your mouth and you think you’ve won. Her fingers finally making their way down to your waistband.
But she doesn’t put more weight on you, and her fingers are kind in their ministrations. She never pinches just a tad, never stretches too much.
“What do you need honey?” Her voice so loving it makes you wanna break. Because you love her, god you really do.
“Harder.” You pout, voice breathy as she continues to give you pleasure.
“Harder what?” She questions, drawing away a little to look at you, blonde hair falling to tickle your cheeks.
“Everything!” You say. You see the hesitation in her gaze and groan, head slamming back into the couch. “I’m not made of glass.” You whimper.
She’s rubbing circles against your hips now, but they’re soft and reassuring. “I know.” She defends. “I just…” Her eyes close for a moment. “I just don’t want to hurt you okay? If I lose control for even a moment and I’m too rough I’d… I don’t want to do that to you.”
“You won’t hurt me Kara.” You refute.
“I don’t now because I’m careful.” She replies. You stare up at her. “Now please let me help you feel good.” She kisses your lips again and again, fingers returning to their job.
But it’s not enough, it doesn’t feel like enough, and you groan moments later. She sighs.
“Just relax.” She says. “You’re thinking too much.”
You want to scoff at her, but instead you just push her back. She complies with her eyes wide in surprise, and that makes you even angrier. “I’m not in the mood anymore.” You mutter.
Her mouth opens a tad. “Really?” She asks.
“Really.” You say as you move to stand, but she sighs and stops you.
“Alright. What do you want?” She asks.
“I want you to stop holding back.” You insist. “Don’t you want that?” You watch her expression, waiting for any sign that she doesn’t but none comes.
“Of course I do.” She replies honestly. “But I can’t, and you know that.”
“You pull your punches with bad guys. What’s the difference?” She scoffs at you now.
“The difference is that they’re bad guys and you’re my girlfriend, and that I don’t care if I hurt them but I do care if I hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me Kara.” You repeat. “I trust you!”
You can tell she’s fighting some internal battle within as she stares at you. “With you I don’t always think straight. I could quite literally squash you if I’m not careful enough! So I’m not risking it. I’m sorry love.”
“Fine.” You fire back. “I’m going to go shower.”
“Come on—” You hear her call after you, but you don’t respond.
Kara curses under her breath and sinks back into the couch. You’re brilliant, kind, and humble despite your fame. It’s what makes Kara love you. But she also knows you’re demanding at times, and she likes that. So when she finally comes to bed and you’re still not speaking to her she knows she’s going to have to grovel a little.
For the next week Kara does everything you like as an apology. She understands why you’re upset. Kara knows you tend to like someone a little more in control since the third time you slept together. She thought she could make it up to you by worshipping you instead.
So she gets you your favourite flowers, and delivers your favourite lunch to set, she even offers to go to an event with you which she normally avoids. Her hands, although never wavering in their softness, are always on you. As if she can make up for it by doubling down on how much she adores you.
None of it works. You’re sulky. And you know it isn’t fair. You know where she’s coming from, you understand she only wants to make sure you don’t get hurt, but knowing she wants it too but is to afraid to follow through makes you frustrated.
So for the next week you dig your heels in the ground, and so does Kara. A battle of wills that’s driving you both crazy.
You watch as she lets go while fighting and then comes home to you with gentle hands. She showers you with gifts, does everything she knows you like. She reassures you again and again that she wants you, and that as much as she wants to give you what you want, that she simply can’t risk hurting you.
She watches as with every refusal your demanding nature increases. Your ever constant touches that help her relax become fewer, you don't thank her for making dinner the way you usually do, you begin to demand she do things for you without your normal pleases and soft kisses of gratitude.
And in return you watch as her steady replies become a bit more agitated, and she works a little harder to keep her cool. After all, Kara and you have rules. Mutual rules to ensure your relationship works. You always text each other if you’ll be out, you both try to be home at a reasonable hour, and you never ignore each other’s texts all day unless something comes up that you’ve communicated prior.
Kara texts you on your lunch that she wants to stay in tonight and make you your favourite dinner, another attempt at a peace offering, and you decide right then and there to push her final button. You don’t text her back, and instead go out with your friends, without telling her.
You know it’s risky, the minute it’s announced you’re showing at the party there’s a crowd waiting outside for you, but you just can’t help it. You expect for it to take time, Kara’s not glued to her phone like you are, but you’re two drinks deep in and barely buzzed when she calls you.
You let it go to voicemail, only for the immediate text, where are you.
I thought I mentioned making you dinner.
Must have missed it. Just put it in the fridge. I’ll be back late.
A piece of you feels a little bad for pushing her this much, but you also know if it really upset her that she’d tell you, Kara’s not shy about being blunt.
And with that you slip your phone into your pocket and return to dancing with your friends. It doesn’t take that long for her to show, not that you thought it would, her hand wrapping around your elbow. When you turn to face her you hesitate, because Kara is wearing one of your favourite outfits. Black collared shirt rolled up to her elbows.
“Let’s go.” She says. She begins to move but stops when she feels you plant your feet.
“I’m having fun.” You argue. “I’m staying.” You shake her off of you, and Kara has to breathe deeply through her nose.
“I know you’re upset.” She whispers. “And we will talk about this at home.” She kisses your head and lets her hand slide around to the small of your back. She’s still trying so hard to be gentle with you.
Again, you merely shake her off, and she can feel her patience running thin. “I’m staying. I’ll get Jim to take me home when I’m done.”
You begin to turn to go back to your friends, but suddenly your chin is between her fingers and she’s squeezing your cheeks. You feel the sparks in your skin as she does it, but Kara’s too frustrated to notice the way you almost lean into her touch.
“We’re going home. Don’t make me carry you out, because we both know you don’t want the paparazzi to see that.”
You debate, because you’re buzzed enough to lose just a little bit of your reasoning without having to be drunk, and you know in a way she’s right. You don’t want the nightmare of that showing up on the front page of some gossip magazine, but you want to rile her up just a little more.
“You wouldn’t dare.” You say with a raise of your eyebrow as you call her bluff.
You expect that perhaps she’ll drag you out by the elbow, but you really don’t think she’ll actually carry you out. In one swift movement she tosses you over her shoulder, and your eyes widen. You see everyone around you stop with their eyes wide too, and your face grows hot when they begin to pull out their phones.
“I get it.” You say so lowly only she can hear. “Let me down.”
“No it’s way too late for that.” She hisses. Your friends are merely chuckling as Kara continues to carry you through the crowd. You begin to slap her back a little, swearing at her under your breath, and demanding she puts you down.
She doesn’t. In fact she merely shifts her grip so it’s tighter around your legs. You expect her to let you down when you get to the exit, to save you the embarrassment of the cameras, and you kick her as if to make your point that she has to, but she doesn’t. She merely carries you past all the people calling for autographs and the near constant flash of the cameras.
“Kara!” You chastise, but it doesn’t deter her. She’s fed up beyond her usual composure now as she opens your car door. She plops you down into the car and you yelp.
“Home Jim.” She demands as she slides in beside you.
“Yes ma’am.” Jim says, and you can see the man gulp at the brewing tension in his backseat.
The ride back to your house is silent, and when Jim parks Kara sighs and opens the door. She gets out easily, and waits.
You however don’t budge. You cross your arms and refuse. Jim’s eyes widen. “Ma’am?” He asks in confusion.
Kara’s staring at you with wide eyes. Because never has she seen you act so bratty before. But here you are sulking in the back seat of your drivers car, refusing to move, and Kara has to clench her jaw to hold herself back.
She closes her side of the car, goes around to yours, opens it, and you yelp when she grabs you. “Hey!” You complain.
But she’s throwing you back over her shoulder. And blood rushes back to your head, but Kara doesn’t care. She closes the door with her foot.
“Sorry about that Jim, have a good night.”
“Kara!” You snap as your hands pound her back. “You can’t do this!” She doesn’t let up. “Let me down!” You kick your feet. You know nothing you do will actually hurt her just annoy her, and you’re so close to getting what you want.
“You can’t carry me like a child!” You protest. “Kara!” She still doesn’t let you down as you enter the house. “God! Let me down! You had no right to drag me from that party! You aren’t the boss of me!”
And that’s when Kara snaps. Her hand collides with where your thighs meet your ass. She doesn’t do it hard enough to really hurt you, but for a moment her restraint falters, and she’s harsher than she means to be.
Your heart rate only picks up with excitement, and she grits her teeth. She lets you down on wobbly feet in your bedroom. You instantly kick off your heels with a groan. You’re about to turn on her in anger, but she doesn’t let you, taking your elbows and bringing you back against her chest.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She murmurs lowly in your ear.
“I’m allowed to go out and have a fun night aren’t I?” You push. “You’re over-reacting.” You say it so dismissively that Kara feels shock move through her. God you really are intent on pushing her…
“Take off your clothes.” She says plainly, letting go of your elbows.
Kara of course knows what you like, you had explained to her your limits in detail when you started dating in the hopes that doing so would open the door for that kind of sex. And she knows that you know the safe word if you need out. Usually it’s reserved for when she wants to remain with her head buried between your knees, but today…
“What?” You say as you begin to turn, but she stops you by grabbing your hair.
“Take off your clothes now.” She demands as she begins to take her own clothes off.
You feel your heart hammering, but you do. But slowly, as if to tease her just one last time, but Kara has other ideas as she pushes you down on the bed. She’s climbing down over you a moment later. “You fucking brat.” She mutters. “I buy you flowers, I offer to go to that event with you, and I cook your favourite very time consuming dinner despite having a very bad day fighting some fucker. I try even though all week you’ve been nothing short of rude.”
“And now you go out, break our rules—”
“Rules?” Your eyebrows shoot up challengingly.
You expect her to clench her jaw, like normal, but what you don’t expect is her hand to come down on your thigh hard. Your body is buzzing now. She’s finally letting lose, and you’re grinning up at her smugly. Which pushes the last of Kara’s restraint out the window. She brings her hand down again. “You’re going to wish you didn’t push.” She warns.
“Am I?” You taunt. “You going to make me regret my attitude baby?”
Her lips reach down to kiss yours, again feather light, and it makes you groan. “I mean that’s what you want right?” She whispers as her lips find your neck. “Is for me to be rough?”
You’re about to respond when she bites down a little, and instead of crying out you merely arch up into her, and you certainly don’t refute her.
“Fine.” She says, and reaches over. You watch her slip the strap around her waist, your heart thudding with anticipation. She waits a moment for you to tell her no, but you continue to stare up at her with a clear challenge in your gaze.
She’s manhandling you, easily, around and onto your stomach. Her hand comes down on your ass, and you whimper. She studies the red imprint making sure it’s not too red, and then does it again.
“Ow!” You complain. “Kara—”
“I can stop if you really don’t want this.” You gulp, and remain quiet, and that makes her bring her hand down again, and again. And god does it feel good to let go like this, like all her pent up stress from her damn job and her stupid cousin, and having to listen to fucking Guy all week is coming out.
She slows when she can feel your body tense a little too much, and rubs circles into your back as you breathing steadies. “Wanna apologize to me for your behaviour princess?”
“No.” You snap, and it makes her flip you back over, a hiss escaping your lips as your ass makes contact with the sheets.
Her eyes widen when she sees just how wet you really are. “God you’re so needy.” She says as she runs her fingers across you. You feel your throat bob and on instinct you go to shut your legs, but her jaw ticks and she’s pushing your thighs apart. “Don’t get shy now.”
She pushes two fingers into you, and you buck up into her instantly, moan slipping from your mouth. “Bet you could finish with one of my fingers you’re so desperate.” You feel your cheeks get hot at her words, and you twist your face to the side, but she instantly reaches up and grabs your chin again. “No. You’re going to watch this. You wanted this after all.”
You’re about to egg her on even more, but the minute she feels your jaw open a tad she’s plunging a third finger into you. “Fuck.” You whine, and her grip on your cheeks squeeze.
“Is that how you should speak to me honey?” She questions. “How about a thank you for filling me so good Kara?”
Your chest is heaving, and you can feel yourself clench around her fingers as she hooks them in the way you swear only Kara knows how to. But you just grin up at her, not ready to stop being defiant with her yet.
“You call this full?” You say, and you see her eyes flicker and she removes her fingers just as you begin to feel yourself getting close. You hold back your groan, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. She watches as your breathing evens out, and then pushes one finger back in.
You bite your lip hard and try to squirm into her, but her hand slips from your chin to your neck, and you feel dizzy with delight as her fingers wrap around your throat as she once again adds two more of her fingers. “Ask me politely and maybe I’ll give you what you want.” She says, fingers starting to circle your clit.
You let her continue to work you up. “You’ll give me what I want, because you never say no.” You murmur. She yanks her fingers out again. Now you can’t help but whine, and she laughs.
“I’m sorry, did you want something?” She coos at you.
You’re about to reply to her, for real this time, but she pushes all three fingers back in all at once up to her knuckle causing you to moan even louder than before. “Kara!” You beg. Your head feels so deliciously heavy as she pushes you further than ever before.
She works you up to the edge again, before yanking away for a fourth time, your chest heaving. “You know what I want to hear princess.” She says evenly. You look up at her with tears dotting the edges of your eyes. “You can’t even say six little words?”
She slaps your thigh, again, but pins you down as you try to lift up to escape the contact. “Not the right words. Come on, be my good girl, and I’ll give you the strap. I know that’s what you want right? Is for me to take what’s mine?”
You can’t bear to look at her. “I’m sorry.” You whisper, trying to escape the intensity of her gaze.
She tsks and brings her hand down again, making you mewl, and gives you a look. “Try that again.” She says evenly, fingers still rubbing circles over your clit.
With a little huff you meet her eyes and say, “I’m sorry for being a brat.” She grins down at you.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t quite hear that.” She says, and waits for you to open your mouth, before finally sinking the strap into you in one fluid motion. Due to her hands pinning down your hips your back arches, almost painfully.
“I’m sorry for being a brat Kara, please, please let me cum.”
“Finally there’s my good girl.” She murmurs, and leans down to kiss your lips, this time rough and demanding as she sets a pace that makes your eyes screw shut. Her lips travel from your mouth to your jaw, and then to your neck.
You push your face towards hers, wanting her lips back on you, but she doesn’t give you what you want. “Kara!” You whimper, eyes glassy.
“If you want something just ask.” She taunts. You want to get angry with her over that quip, because you did ask her over a week ago, but the way she’s fucking you makes you so warm and tingly that you can’t find the words.
“Kiss me please.” You ask softly. She does, tongue slipping into your mouth, and finally commanding it. You can feel your orgasm approaching fast, and so can Kara, because she knows you.
“Please let me cum Kara, please!” Your hands are digging into her back as you push her even closer to you, but it just makes her groan. Your voice is high and whiny in a way that makes her see stars.
“Cum for me pretty girl.” She murmurs as her teeth tug on your earlobe. “Show me how much you need me.”
You don’t need to be told twice, and Kara feels herself join you. Despite her own exhaustion she helps you ride both of your climaxes until she’s sure you’re both done. You’re both panting as Kara settles down onto of you, the weight nice. Her kisses turn gentle again as she meets your lips.
“So good.” She murmurs. “So so good.” She kisses your cheeks and it makes you giggle, as her hands come to squeeze your hips playfully.
“Thank you.” You whisper as finally she peels herself off of you to go run you two a bath.
“You won’t be a brat again right?” She asks as she discards the strap from her hips.
You grin up at her. “On the contrary.” You tease. “I think I’ll be a brat more often.”
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