Post-Supergirl Movie, smut?, missing kara, kara knows where home at. maybe.
No use of y/n.
3.6K words
Your room feels a little colder this morning compared to last time you saw Kara. The white walls seem blue with the sun having barely risen, reminding you of her dilated powder blue eyes, how she looked down at you that night. Her moans and strong grip that held you right where she needed you. As if she needed you. It was always like this when she came back to Earth, and you always let her in. The next day, gone.
Tonight, you place the new stock on the shelves right before closing, vinyls, CDs, cassettes, and the very last record players.
You hear the doorbells jingle as the door sweeps against the welcome mat, the slow steps on the carpet. You quickly place the last two record players on the shelf before addressing the customer.
“Hi, welcome in, is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” You chirp instinctively, turning to face the customer. There she was, leaning against the shelf mounted to the wall, her palm stabilizing her lean behind her, that familiar slight smirk of amusement seeing the shock on your face.
“Uh, yeah actually,” the blonde pretends to look around, “I was really hoping for some help looking for some new music. You see, I only have so many vinyls and it’s getting a little old, do you have any recommendations?” She pretends to act clueless as she pushes off the shelf and walks around the aisles before glancing at you with the same carefree smile.
You hadn’t seen or heard from her in 7 weeks, the longest she’s gone without popping in once, but she owed you nothing. You had no business knowing where she went, and why. You weren’t together after all so you just played along, “Oh, really? Well, what are you looking for? Something similar to what you listen to? Something old? Something new?… something blue?”
Kara picks up a vinyl by the Sleigh Bells, flipping it to the back to see what songs the album had on it. Your eyes trained on her familiar silhouette, taking note of her wind blown hair, her jacket, her boots before she came to the counter.
“Ah, something blue,” you mutter, mainly to yourself, feeling embarrassment rise in your chest and heating your cheeks. How corny.
Kara smiles, her lax demeanor and carefree attitude seemed different, “Yeah, Krypto pissed on my old one.”
You nod, that dog was a handful, “Where’s he now?” Krypto had accidentally revealed her Kryptonian identity. You had hooked up maybe 3 years of her visiting the Record Store as the only woman you seemed to notice and remember, being the same age and all. You woke up in her bed with her dog literally flying around the room, tearing up the down filled pillows. At first, it was hard to wrap your head around. The woman you hooked up with was Supergirl, and not just some woman that came into the shop with her aloof personality and cocky smirk.
You feel her eyes on you, it almost burns as if she’s using her heat vision, and you glance up, noticing her stare is a little lower than your lips, and higher than your chest. The mark on your neck.
“Have fun while I was gone?” Kara’s tongue pokes through her cheek, glancing up into your eyes.
“Yeah, the most fun a girl can have with her curling wand,” you can’t help but be snarky, why would it matter if you had been with someone else? She was probably- You don’t want to think about it. What might happen in space, on the different red sun planets, on her ship, maybe other Metropolis girls or guys who also think they’re special to her. Oh god. You press your lips together thinly, annoyed that you thought of that, again.
“Yeah,” You almost have to brace yourself for her response, almost scared she’d tell you if she was with anyone else.
“Mh… you could say that.”
The clock strikes 8, the sun sets over the high rise buildings of Metropolis, casting long shadows in the streets in front of the shop. You flip the sign in the window as you close up shop, “Yeah?”
Her eyes follow you as you close up the store, locking the front and pulling the gate closed, leaning against the counter, “Yeah.”
As you shut off the shop’s record player, you turn to her, “Did you wanna get some food?”
The pair of you end up getting Thai food from the place by your apartment. Walking side by side, you ramble about the new shipment getting lost and your coworkers’ new drama, giving Kara a sense of human normalcy. She watches the way your hands flail about when you talk, the faces you make with a soft smile. Sometimes telling you about what happened while she was off planet. When she would mention the other planets, she always had some crazy stories about her bar crawls, her battles, and some of the people she met along the way. It made you wonder if she considered Space her home, and she was just visiting for Clark’s sake.
Clark always tried to guide her into taking responsibility for her powers or push her into getting used to Earth. Many treated her as his side kick, or even less than that. Superman always gets brought into the conversation somehow, showered with praise or gossip while Supergirl- Kara was an afterthought. Not with you. She was on the forefront of your mind, though you couldn’t bring yourself to tell her that. She had you wrapped around her finger the moment she stepped foot into the shop with her headphones on.
Arriving at your apartment, you kick off your shoes, shrug off your work clothes, drop your pants and kick them into the corner lazily as you toss your work shirt into the dirty pile over by your potted plants, left in your panties and tank top.
Kara shrugs off her jacket, boots, and jeans in a similar manner, tossing them over by the couch as if she belonged there. Glancing over your shoulder, you smile back at her, as if she had never left. You tug at her hand gently as you make your way on the couch with her, cuddling up as you flip on the tv, the channel constantly airing old movies.
Lying on your back, with her head against your chest, your hand finds hers. Her skin is as soft as you remember, her arms as strong as ever, her fingers the most familiar part of her. You play with her hand as you watch the movie, taking quiet notice of the newly healed over scars.
With your free hand, you play with her hair, gently scratching at her scalp, pretending as if your heart doesn’t skip a beat hearing her groan softly, “mh, that’s good…” You watch her eyes flutter closed, her cheek resting on your chest, hoping she can’t feel how your heart is beating out of your ribs. Her lashes seem longer, kissing her flushed cheeks. When she opens her eyes again, looking up at you you notice how her powder blue eyes sparkle with the reflection of the tv light and candles. Her mascara is slightly smudged under her eyes, instinctively you cup her cheek in your hands and swipe it away gently with your thumb.
“Your mascara,” You mutter as her lids droop, giving you a half-lidded stare, her eyes dropping to your lips and back up to meet yours again.
The kiss is messy, and hungry as your thigh finds its way up between her thighs, your hand in her hair as if to bring her closer. One hand braced just above your shoulder and one was on your hip, anchoring you on her thigh as well.
You missed her so badly you could cry so you keep your eyes closed even after you pull away for air, diving towards her neck. Her familiar scent of her shampoo, musk, grass, and the lingering scent of booze fill your nose as you kiss and nip at her unmarkable skin.
Your hand makes its way down her back, feeling her soft skin, her muscles, the smooth scars that you were familiar with and meeting new ones on the way to the waistband of her panties. Your lips kiss down the side of her neck, to her sternum.
You glance up at her, her pupils blown from the darkness of the room, only illuminated by the orange tinged glow of some 70s movie. Kara’s messy hair seems to glow with the orange light, her chest heaving slightly as she breathes. Your heart feels like it’s ripping in half with her on your lap, dreading the time when this moment ends. You lean in to memorize every bit of her you can, just in case this is the last time you see her.
Kara leans down and you meet her halfway, lips meeting before opening up for each other, tasting each other. Her lips are as soft as you remember, the same cherry chapstick mixed with the sweetness of the mango sticky rice you shared earlier. She sighs softly into the kiss, her hands find their way into your hair, the gentle tugs send sparks down to your core. It’s been so long since she’s touched you, but she always seems to remember what you like.
Her free hand makes it down your side and back up to cup your tit, thumbing the hardening peak, “you cold, or just excited to see me?” She jokes, panting softly against your lips.
You smile against her lips, “your hands are freezing.”
She snorts, her eyes narrow with a playful glint, “oh yeah? how about this?” She gently blows on your nipples, the chilly feeling sends a jolt through your body. The corner of her eyes crinkle with a smile seeing you twitch slightly. She stops blowing on them and captures one in her mouth, somehow warming it back up. Her tongue gently circles around your puffy areola before flicking against the stiffened peaks, her hand groping the neglected one, massaging it in her palm, her thumb swiping over the sensitive bud again and again.
She feels your hands find their way to her ass, kneading the soft globes. You pull her closer, as if trying to make sure she doesn’t leave again. She bucks up against you, her panty covered cunt rocks up against your thigh, her thigh grinds against your mound. You can’t help but buck up against her, pulling her hips down against your thigh while grinding yours against hers.
She releases your nipple with a pop, kissing her way to the other one, her free hand sliding down your front, cupping your cunt. She palms your pussy, pressing up against your clit, her fingers molding around the curves of your cunt. Her ring and middle finger slide up and down your slit, she can feel your arousal through the thin fabric, “fuck you’re so wet…”
She tugs your panties to the side, accidentally ripping them, “shit, my bad,” she mutters her fingers find their way back onto your cunt, the tips of her fingers circle your clit slowly, drawing out soft moans. She pants softly against your lip, grinding against your thigh. She groans as she can hear the slickness of your pussy by just playing with your clit, “did you miss me this bad?”
She smirks hearing you moan an affirmative, “mhm.”
“Yeah?” Kara grins, her eyes flick up and down your body, admiring her affect on you. Kara’s eyes narrow slightly at the mark on your neck again. Her fingers gently slap against your clit, “Missed me so bad you got a hickey from some random? What happened to no marks, hm?”
You gasp at the slap to your clit, hips bucking, “K-Kara, it’s not-“
Her fingers plunge into your aching cunt, stretching your throbbing walls, her lips were at your earlobe before nipping at them, “I know what a burn looks like, don’t lie to me.”
Her fingers curl at that sponge-y spot inside of you, her thumb swiping up and down your clit as you gasp out a trembling response.
“I-I didn- oh fuck-“ you gasp peering into her eyes. Her brow is furrowed, eyes locked onto yours as if trying to see the lie on your face.
“Ihaven’tbeenwithanyoneelse” you whimper quickly, your eyes welling with tears at the stimulation, your hand on her ass tightens its grip.
Her fingers plunging in and out changes positions, her palm slapping at your clit as she thrusts harder.
“Yeah? No one else?”Her gravelly voice vibrating against your earlobe could make you cum, your cunt flutters around her fingers.
“No one else,” You admit in a whisper, your eyes meet hers earnestly.
Kara seems pleased with this response, humming softly in approval. She works you into a frenzy, her fingers curling to hit your sweet spot as she whispers dirty things into your ear about how you feel on her fingers, how horny she’s been, and how you need to be good before she can let you cum. Kara pulls her fingers out. You whimper at the loss of contact as she brings her glistening fingers to her lips, sighing softly as she licks a bold stripe against her fingers, humming softly at the flavor.
“You taste so good,” Kara mutters, her lashes flutter as she takes her fingers into her mouth, practically making a show of it as she suckles your essence off her fingers. She leans down and kisses you, her lips glossy with the sheen of your slick. Her tongue teases against the seam of your lips, flicking in when you part them for her to enter. The familiar salty taste lingers in your mouth as you kiss, tongues dancing against each other, hands in her hair again. You reluctantly let your hand drop from her hair as she pulls away.
Her lips are puffy from kissing, glistening with you on her. Her lion’s mane is still messily perfect, and her smirk makes her less intimidating than a lion and more like a cat who caught the canary.
Her arms cross over her front, fingers hooking on the hem of her shirt as she pulls her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. Your eyes lock onto her pale skin, and what is slowly revealed to you. Her thin dusty blonde happy trail ends halfway to her belly button. Her torso marred by healed over scars, and the ripples of her muscles.
Her breasts bounce after being released from her top, the familiar rosy peaks call to you. Your hands move up from her strong thighs up to her hips, to the small of her waist thumbs brushing over her obliques, cupping just under the curve of her tits. Your lips meet her sternum, kissing closer to one side, then the next.
You feel the familiar grip of her hand in your hair, pushing you down between her thighs. Kara is practically straddling your chest before guiding her hips down on your face, your nose presses against her cloth covered clit. Pressing your face into her cunt you kiss against the soft cotton of her black panties. Her familiar musky and salty scent fills your nose, your lips can taste her. Your tongue laps at her cunt through her panties, from her perineum to her clit and back down again, feeling her grip tighten in your hair.
“Mh, just like that,” Kara groans, grinding her hips against your face. Her grip tightens as you start lapping hungrily, “more… please?” You mutter against her cunt, tugging gently at her panties.
Kara laughs softly, “you want more?” She’s quick to remove her panties.
Actually, the more you look at them, recognizing the little bow in the front- “Are those mine?”
The panties were already halfway down her thighs when she paused, “Huh. Would you look at that? They might be.”
She tosses them off to the side, smiling as you pull her back onto the couch by her hips, “I was looking for those, they’re very comfortable,” you grumble, feigning sadness. Your eyes lock onto the apex of her thighs, the blonde bush and her glossy pink lips distract you slightly. You can smell her better from here, the slight sweat, her musky arousal, her generic body lotion, probably stolen from you, too.
Your nose was pressed into her blonde forest, your lips wrap around her clit, circling your tongue around it as a finger prods at her folds. Your fingers glide across her glossy folds, her arousal was more than enough to coat your fingers, as you run them up and down her cunt.
Kara groans almost pornographically, riding your face, “fuck, that’s good.” Your hips buck up at the sound of her pleasure. Your tongue plunges into her pussy as she lets out a soft cry, your nose nudging her clit. Her thighs almost crush your head as she has to remind herself to control her strength. Her moans fill your ears as the slick alongside the sloppy sound of you slurping on her pussy, and the long forgotten movie plays behind her. Her walls twitch around your tongue as your nose rhythmically bumps against her clit. She rocks harder against your face and you feel it, her squirting on your face, you frantically lap it up, trying to catch as much of the salty arousal as you can. You moan at the taste, it’s been so long it feels like rain after a drought. Lapping until she pulls you away by your hair. She’s flushed, panting softly, her chest heaving in your face.
You two continue on like this all over your small apartment, making a mess of your couch and back to your bed, where a chunk from the headboard had broken off the last time she came around. You just couldn’t let her go, knowing that if you fall asleep, she’d be gone before you wake up. Even when you’re sleepily humping against her thigh, you try to stay awake.
When you open your eyes, the sun seems to illuminate your room with an orange glow. You panic, realizing you had fallen asleep and probably when you were on top of her. You sit up, whipping around to see if she left, but you know you really shouldn’t be surprised when your bed is empty. You sigh as you fall back on your bed, your hands covering your face. She’s probably already off planet or off saving someone across the Earth.
You sigh softly, your bare feet padding to the bathroom to shower when you hear it already running and your little bathroom boombox playing your shower playlist with the door slightly ajar. Your heart skips a beat, it was rare if she stayed in the morning only having done that 4 times.
You push the door open to see Kara through the clear shower curtain, using the expensive shampoo you had splurged on just last week and using the spare toothbrush that had been in next to your sink collecting dust.
“Player? Really?” Kara’s morning voice crackles out playfully, her cheek full with the toothbrush as you sit down on the closed toilet seat to brush your teeth.”
“What, you don’t like Baby Come Back?”
Kara spits out the foamy toothpaste in her mouth, “Meh, it’s something you could fall asleep to- like last night.”
You wince, embarrassed, “sorry… I thought I had another round in me,” the lie is blatant, and you two know it. You just wanted to be with her longer. Kara lets it hang in the air as she continues to shower. You finish up as she continues to shower, you take out an extra towel and hang it up for her to use by the shower.
“…I know what a burn looks like,” Kara repeats herself from the night before, that same shit-eating grin on her face, “I just wanted to hear you say it.”
Rolling your eyes, you toss her dirty clothes in the washer with your own, letting her borrow clothes you know you may never see again.
“Glad that my lack of a love life brings you joy, Kara,” you mumble from the hallway as you start making breakfast, some pancake mix that was going to expire the next day and some fruits.
You hear her lean against the kitchen doorway as you make breakfast, and from the corner of your eye you see her take your mug of half drunken water from the fridge for a sip, “Lack of a love life, huh?”
“You know what I mean, you’re the only person I’ve even had the balls to ask on a date, and you ended up being… you.”
“No, like- I like you, obviously. You’re great-“ Your face lights up with a joke and she can see how you perk up, “I think you’re super~“
“Oh,” Kara groans at the terrible joke, but you see a small smirk of amusement.
“No- Hey!” You laugh as you flip the pancakes, “Okay, bad joke, but seriously. I do really like you. I just don’t really care to pursue anything else… romantically. But when you leave, I just don’t really look at people like that, I guess.”
“Ah, I guess I must be too sexy picking out music at the shop. I’ve ruined you for anyone else,” Kara hums as she nods, padding over to wrap her arms around your waist as you flip pancakes, her chin on your shoulder.
You laugh, nodding as you play along, “mhm, I guess so.”
“…I’m staying on planet for a while,” Kara reveals quietly against your neck. Your heart races feeling her close to you, you can practically feel her heart pounding on your back.
hello if anyone read this all the way, i ran out of ideas that was my first fanfic bc i just wanted more supergirl fanfics lmk if it sucked ass or needs editing <3
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