Summary: You take Kara Zor-El to a university party to just retrieve your notes for an upcoming harrowing Report due to the university treasury. What you don’t expect, is for you to leave drugged and with a few boys bleeding and bruised 18+ MDI smut written but not too graphic
Kara Zor el x fem Reader
Notes: protective Kara Zor-El, Kara beating up frat guys, mentions of drugs and roofies, Kara being the good her mother wanted her to be, girlfriend Kara at a all time high, fingering, smut, soft sex, Kara being gentle, just Kara zor el for the ladies. Clark being cousin of the year and interrogating a young 21 year old girl for Kara. Just something for myself.
Requests for Kara are open (provided I fancy the idea enough)
Kara Zor-El and university parties did not go in tandem together. Different world’s entirely. Yes, Kara had been notorious for bar hopping on so many yellow suns, red included, she drank and drank until she could hardly remember her own name. Till krypto would lead her back to her ship by the seed of his teeth on her sleeve. But she had made a promise to herself-that she would not go back to being a girl with a drunken stupor as a shadow. That no matter the pain, the sorrow, she would continue to rely on her own heart.
To be the good that she could be. Even if it was as tiny as a Mustard seed. If that. So when she had met you one night as she had came out of Clark’s apartment, and had nearly run head first into you, did she realize what she was missing. You were small and kind and shy, with eyes the color of innocence. In some odd yet familiar way you reminded her of Ruthye Knoll. The same small figure, despite being Kara’s age, the same determined smile, only this one made her heart double pump in her chest like some magical firework had lit in her heart. Small smiles in the lobby had turned into small talk as Kara would offer to help with the groceries, krypto getting a treat every time without fail. Clark was the first to clock it, stating to Lois like Kara couldn’t hear them. “They’d be a beautiful couple. Just so dandy”.
Kara had simply scoffed, giving him the finger, “dandy? Who the hell says that?” she commented, but her cheeks had gone full red. Kara had started off by waiting for you in the lobby, using krypto as bait, making him mark any tree he could, hands in her pocket. It was comical at best, watching Kara Zor-El signal to her dog to pee to use as an alibi just to spend a few minutes with you. Kara learned your schedule, or by learned, she simply begged Clark to ask what you did.
“Just ask her what she does” she spoke, brushing shoulders with Clark as he and Lois sat on the couch, a popcorn bucket in hand. Clark’s eyebrows rose, his smile wide and endearing, “I don’t understand why you can’t just ask Kara” he spoke, giving her that familiar smile.
“Just do it” Kara had said. And so Clark had . You had been in the lift, bag pack in hand, tired from a long day, when Clark Kent from two doors across had snuck in with his glasses and calm disarming smile. You had smiled, “hi Clark. Busy day?” You had commented, and Clark nodded, “oh very. So much to do. What about you? What do you do?” Your eyebrows had raised, because when had Clark Kent ever been interested in you? A 21 year old girl in university? Clark’s lips moved in uncertainty as you eyed him with eyes that seemed to know too much, and soon he held his hands up, glasses off in his hand as the red letters on the lift lifted up to through the floors.
“Alright. You caught me. I’m asking because my cousin is interested in you. She wanted to ask herself but she’s very shy in regards to you-and I told her I’d ask.” Your eyes had widened, backpack no longer held between your fingers, “Kara? You’re talking about Kara right? She-she likes me?”
Clark nodded, “she digs you”
And so now, here you were, with your girlfriend in tow, holding fast to Kara’s hand as you plowed through the noisy crowd. Kara had been insistent that she did not want to attend your university charity party for the sorority. Number one, Kara didn’t know the first thing about sororities other than they painted nails and wore short skirts. Kara was supergirl for goodness sake, she was off world half of the time and fighting off aliens and protecting thirteen year old girl’s so what if she didn’t quite understand how university parties worked.
But you had to go, on account of you being the organizer of events, and working on a special report so, as soon as Kara heard you say the words, “I have to” she was dead set on going with you. When you had asked why the change of heart, she had simply looked at you and stated, “why not? I go where you go”.
Ever since the brigands and krem, freeing those helpless girls, Kara had been attune to the ways of the world. And especially its treatment of woman. So she stuck to your side like glue. And it was the same now, her hand laying lazily yet steady on your waist as you entered the loud party. It was wild and free and Kara kept closer as you wove through the crowd. You could sense Kara’s unease, in the way her blue eyes would wove through the crowd. X-ray vision at its finest. Training eyes to faces. Analyzing every inch of the room.
You found a stool beside the kitchen, and sat her down, “I’m just going to talk to the sorority girl’s real quick, get some things I need for the report I have due, and then we can head back home to krypto” you whispered into her ear, Kara’s eyes bore into your own, and suddenly her arms were woven around your waist, pulling you in closer, till the blonde of her lashes glinted in the neon lights. Till her forehead lay atop yours.
“I’ll be right here keeping an eye on you” she spoke, a lazy smile on her features, “don’t take too long” she spoke, and with a soft kiss on your nose she let you go. You blushed as you began walking to the girl’s across from the bar stool. Swaying just a little because Kara was watching.
Kara sat with eager eyes as you walked into the small group of girls. She watched as they all seemed happy to see you, some with wide grins and others least buzzed enough to hug you and say dramatically, “OMG I ADORE YOU”. It brought an amused smile to see you chatting with other girls. You were respectful and kind and like always trying to appease everyone with your report that was due. You had worked effortlessly on it, sitting on Kara’s bed, krypto at your heels as you typed on your laptop. It was a report about how much money had been accumulated in the year from members of the sororities. You always did like to work with numbers, something Kara found fascinating.
Kara waited patiently, hands on her drink, the plastic cup grinning back at her through the neon lights. she made a point to look sort of hunched over and unapproachable. She sat nursing her coke in her cup, eying you across the room. Matching your heartbeat in her ears.
The evening had gone well enough, and Kara suspected you’d be out in a couple more minutes. That left you with time to have dinner and get to bed. Comfy pajamas, and Kara falling asleep on your breasts because she could.
“Which girl did you give the drink to?” Kara’s ears couldn’t help but overhear. over the loud buzzing of the music, over the chattering of the teens and young adults, over the giggles and endless enthusiasm. Her eyes moved as she listened. There had been two boys sitting across from her, eying the group of girls you were chatting too, and Kara could immediately feel her gut twist. Like the compass in her gut was pointed to them.
“I gave the drink to Melanie, to give to any girl she thought was sweet enough to take for a ride”.
A ride. That’s what they called it. Like they weren’t just ruining a girl’s evening. Like they weren’t about to cause pain and misery and a trip to the health department. Some girl would stand in front of the health office with tears over her eyes and feeling sick to her stomach and ashamed to have to ask for a-
“It’s Rohypnol you idiot-“
Kara was up and out of her seat so fast, eyes moving back to the group you were in, just in time to see you take the cup gratefully, and take a large sip.
It was like having tunnel vision, everything from her environment shifted, lost color, lost motion, loss gradient. Kara’s ears burned, her fists curled inward in the way they’re get when she was pissed. And of course the girl who had given it to you, was Melanie Fields. The president of the infamous MET U sorority girls.
Bile rose fast in Kara’s throat as she watched Melanie signal to the boys, like it wasn’t obvious, and Kara wasn’t sure what was worse, the fact that Melanie was working with the frat boys, to lure girls in, eventually to send them off to the boys who would lead them into a dark room while they stumbled and loss consciousness. Or the fact that you adored her. Always talking about sweet Melanie and how amazing she was. Turns out, not amazing, a predator.
Like hell that would happen here.
Kara moved fast, so fast she scared the living daylight out of those boys, as soon as they saw her coming, they immediately stood straight, and Kara didn’t waste any time. Her anger was wild and free, and she had to remind herself she was back on earth, that she had to be disciplined in the way she did things.
“Why did you switch the cups?” It was said in such a confident way, Kara’s head tilting, her arms folded, grey eyes taking in the boys, who eyed each other.
“W-what? We didn’t switch the cups” one boy spoke, he was taller and lengthy, arms folded as well, side swept hair, and Kara could feel her smile widen, her fist aching for some action. She hadn’t been able to go off world for a while, not since she promised Clark she’d stay.
“You boys need to learn to talk with inside voices” she spoke, so condescending her tone could have made anyone ashamed. It drilled acid, it dripped disdain.
But before she could even take more step, Melanie was stepping in, all shy nerves and voice too put on, “Kara-kara-it’s just punch in the cups” she spoke, fast, blush on her cheeks like lying through her teeth was causing physical pain.
Kara’s eyes flitted over to her, and Melanie froze, eyes locking with hers, and in an instant, like Melanie knew, knew Kara knew, she held her head down, “I’m sorry-it was a stupid thing to do-I don’t know why I even said yes-I only wanted-“
Kara rolled her eyes, but her voice held no empathy, just cold firm truth, “when someone is in a position of trust Melanie, you don’t go drugging your own pledges or friends for that matter. And it makes me sick you’d stomach that” Kara was in her face now, “and the fact that you’d do that to my girlfriend” Kara had to step back, her fist shaking.
“I’d be worried about what type of person I am becoming to be able to say yes to that choice”. It sounded disappointed and Melanie couldn’t meet her eyes. It took everything in Kara not to pounce on Melanie. To rip her hair out or worse.
Turning to the boys, Kara took a step forward, “I’d stop if I were you. Because I’d have no problem turning a table over and stopping this party right here, right now” it came out like a growl, and the boys held their hands up, “no-no-“ one of them moved to take the baggy out of their shirt and throw it at Kara, “there. There.”
Kara eyed the bag in her hand, then the boys, she made a show of turning, but immediately her hand curled and made contact with both boys faces, it was a light punch, done with exact precision of her strength, but still sent the boys flying across the floor.
“Oh shit, you’ve got some blood on your faces-“ Kara spoke between a laugh, “I’d get you a napkin but-I don’t see any around” she spoke, she moved fast to grab one guy by the scuff of their collar, lips so close even as he tried to wipe the blood off his nose, “you do that again, and I hear about it, all it would take is one call to the board university and you’d be expelled so fast your head will spin. And who knows? I might pay you a little suprise and wait for you outside your dorm. And it won’t be the good kind”the release on his collar was a personal attack, because the boys head released and smacked down into the tile.
Everyone moved as Kara passed, most of the girl’s had wide eyed smiles and a few even shot her grateful looks, but Kara paid attention to no one, because you were no where in sight.
Kara was used to stressful situations, her whole life had been stressful situations. She was born on a portion of krypton that was poisoned, she watched her mother wither away, held her hand as she struggled for breath, but this-this made her terrified. Truly and utterly terrified.
Kara stood still, took a breath, and closed her eyes. She focused on finding your heartbeat. She scanned through the room, and when she found it, her eyes opened-but they weren’t blue.
They were red. Red like the Merlot you allowed herself on Friday nights cuddled into her. Crimson.
And immediately she flew into action, stopping some guy who was pushing you to a room, while you struggled, “no-get off me-I don’t-I want my girlfriend ” the words were soft and fading, like they took effort to say them.
Kara didn’t even give the guy a warning, she just grabbed him by his coat and kicked him so hard in his balls that he howled in pain then threw him to the floor like a discarded candy bottle. He collided with picture frames and painting on the walls.
Immediately she was by your side, taking your cheeks into her hands, her eyes back to the diluted blue you knew.
“Hey-you’re ok-“ she spoke, moving to wipe some tears from your face. She rubbed gentle circles on your chin, underneath your jaw, “it’s ok. I’m here. I’m here-nothing bad is going to happen to my girl” she spoke, you seemed relieved, but that quickly faded, and soon you were falling into her arms, fighting hard to keep your eyes open.
It was a blur, Kara’s strong arms wrapped around you as she carried you out of the party, and the last thing you remember was Kara’s lips on your forehead, “it’ll be ok babygirl” she cooed. Then darkness.
You woke up to a tail wagging on your face. A small feather like sensation that made your eyes squint, because your vision was blurred, and your mouth was dry.
“Krypto get off the bed” Kara spoke, snapping her fingers, you could feel krypto jump off the bed and onto the floor of Kara’s ship. The sun rose low, and immediately Kara was replacing krypto’s weight, moving to grab your cheeks into her cold hands, which made you hum and follow her hands, chasing after her.
Kara’s lips moved to softly glide over your cheek, then meet the apples of your cheeks before pressing a soft light kiss to your lips, “good morning sweet girl” she spoke, and when you tried to get up she only pushed you down, her whole palm over your bare stomach, the act made your stomach lurch, because it was so attractive. Kara’s hand which was placed firmly on your stomach, fingers cascading over the skin, adoring the ridges of your muscles.
“Lay down” she husked, moving a stray strand of hair, “you need to rest.” Her eyes seemed to look over you with so much love, but also something you couldn’t name.
“I’ll get you some water” she spoke, and then her fingers were gone from your stomach, and you watched as she grabbed a glass and filled it with water, moving to sit back down on the bed, laying her pillow behind your back, smoothing back your hair.
“Thank you-“ you spoke, taking the water gingerly and nearly drinking the whole thing, droplets falling down your cheeks.
As soon as Kara tracked the droplets, she was casually licking her finger and dragging it down the alpine of your cheek. Your cheeks turned stark red, and she noticed, eyes wide, and soon her finger was gone, “I’m sorry if I’m so clingy” she started, getting up from the bed, “I just-I saw you last night drugged and all I wanted to do was break those boys kneecaps-“
Images of a blurry commotion, a few boys laying on the ground with blood on their noses, and Kara’s steady hands as she held your waist wasn’t vivid in your mind, but enough you remembered enough.
“Melanie did it…didn’t she?” Your voice was disappointed. You remember her, handing you a cup, and insisting you should taste as you went over the notes for the report. You remember blurry letters and words, and Melanie insisting, “everything is fine”.
“I’m sorry my love” Kara spoke, “she knew it was wrong. She couldn’t look me in the eye”.
A pit opened in your stomach, a void of disapproval, sadness, and grief. But also-gratitude?
“You punched those boys for me?” It was said like a question, but felt more like a statement. Like you just couldn’t believe Kara would do that for you. A girl who didn’t matter as much, for just one life. A life that didn’t matter. But her-a girl who lost everything. You might as well have been the sun of her universe.
Kara held the gaze, and then she nodded, a firm nod, taking your hand in her own, fingers grazing your palm, “I’d burn the world for you, if I had too”. The words were cheesy, but made you giggle, a tear escaping. Because she had said it with a straight face, a face so somber you felt it in your bones.
“You are a freak” you muttered lovingly.
“I may be. But I couldn’t think straight. It was like-like I just needed to make sure you were okay. And you are now” she spoke, moving to lay on the bed. Her fingers moved to hold yours, her fingers warm, holding tightly. Like she was terrified of letting go.
You let her, moving back a little, enough that her skin burned against yours. You both stared at the ceiling of her ship,listening to krypto’s breathing as he got comfy and settled in for the night. You allowed your eyes to close, to soak in this moment. The smell of Kara, unique in her bed sheets and all around you. Of Kara’s ship, the air that flowed over you both, making goosebumps rise. Of Kara herself-laying next to you, of feeling secure and safe and most of all-treasured.
And in the next moment you basically attacked her. You straddled her hips, hands moving to her neck before your lips pressed over hers, once, twice, then again. Kara’s eyes widened, but then quickly she brought her hands to the skin of your waist, fingers greedy as they cascaded over the skin of your stomach, then up over your ribs, before settling underneath the dip of your breast. Your lips unconnected, a string of spit dividing between you two, and you swore Kara’s eyes got darker.
“I want you Kara-please” it came out more of a growl, and Kara’s eyes softened, “slow, you’re still dazed baby-maybe we should wait-“ but you didn’t give her a chance because soon your lips were back on hers, tongue wild and free and hands waving through her hair, pulling at the curls, which caused Kara to whine, and immediately like she didn’t care about proprietary, she placed you on the bed, swapping positions as she licked a long stripe of your neck, before leaving love bites up and along your jaw.
You closed your eyes, breathing heavy, letting her consume you. Lips met pale skin, the ridge of your chin, your collarbone, and when Kara wrapped her tongue around your nipple and sucked-you lost it. And when her fingers slipped past your underwear, meeting wet heat-Kara groaned, “you’re so wet babygirl” she spoke, amazed.
But if was when Kara was on her knees, lips meeting thighs, teeth soft yet cruel, fingers cupping your ass, “such a beautiful girl” she spoke, licking into your wet folds, eyes ablaze with so much, “I love you-“ she spoke, emotions flowing as she built you up, one suck, one motion at a time. “Fuck-I love you more than I have ever loved anything”
And suddenly it was too much, Kara’s mouth on you, in you, all around you, your hips moving wild and free against her tongue, skin sweaty and wild, and you never felt so free and loved at the same time.
And when you came, whining into Kara’s sheets, Kara simply scooped you up, arms strong as she pulled you into her bed, your body spent and trembling, her lips brushing your forehead. Everything was perfect.
“I know I don’t say it enough-but it’s not because I don’t love you-“ she spoke, her voice cracking at the edges, blonde hair wild, eyes red, “it’s because I do. You’re the one person except for Clark who knows the real me. When I met first met you-in that damn apartment building it’s like my world stopped. Everything I thought I knew about earth-every bias-every cruel thought I’d ever had-seemed to be void. And when I saw you at the party, drugged and confused and scared-“ she sniffed, moving to cuddle into you, her lips against your neck, nose brushing your skin, warms woven protectively around your waist, “it made me realize something. I love you so much I feel like I can’t breathe”.
You knew how hard it was for Kara to say this, to let her emotions control her, to put all her cards in the table, and yet, she had. For you.
Because love was a powerful force. And it seemed to crawl inside Kara and make a home.
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