I'm sorry, I think I just choked: are we getting supereigncorp smut with cupcakes and directing?
*whispers* this prompt became An Entire Conversation and this is from the original (brilliant) Anon who suggested it: “Directing SuperReignCorp - Author’s choice? Or heck maybe a three part where they each get a turn ;) Don’t want to overburden you though! For a one off if you would rather a suggestion instead of picking I think it might be a wonderfully fun torture for Kara to be put in that position as a bottom.”
Kara Zor-El Danvers is not a bottom, thank you very much.
Contrary to what her sister-in-law keeps teasing her about, ever since she walked in on Lena fucking her senseless while Sam held her hand while touching herself.
“There’s no shame in bottoming, Little Danvers. It’s a beautiful exercise in trust and intimacy, and anyway, it must run in the fam – “
The pillow hitting her smack in the face – sent flying by her wife – keeps Maggie from finishing her sentence.
Kara may not identify as a bottom… but Rao, is it nice to let Lena and Sam completely have their way with her every once in a while.
And tonight, they’re having their way with her as thoroughly as they all want.
Safe words all firmly in place, boundaries all explicitly discussed, kinks all extensively negotiated, Lena is standing beside the bed the three of them share, leaning against their closet door with a deliberately impassive, almost bored, expression on her face.
Her head is tilted and her bottom lip is being worried by her teeth, and Kara?
Kara is far beyond wrecked.
“Let Sam know how you’re doing, darling,” Lena commands, and it’s soft and gentle, but Kara knows the delightfully harsh punishments that will be carried out if she doesn’t obey immediately.
“Good. I don’t… I don’t want you to stop,” she splutters, hissing in desperation as Sam continues dripping a cube of ice right onto her clit.
“Mmm, so does that mean I should stop?” Sam grins up at Lena wickedly, and Lena tilts her head, examining both of her girlfriends critically – Kara, tied up at the wrists and legs completely spread; Sam, in jeans that are tighter than sin with a crisp white shirt and black tie – while she pinches the top part of a cupcake away from the rest of a sweet and places it luxuriously into her mouth.
She makes sure to suck every bit of chocolate off of her own fingertips.
Kara whimpers, and Sam moans outright.
“She’s been such a good girl,” Lena decides mercifully. “Give her what she wants.”
Kara groans in relief as Sam removes her hand from underneath the ice cube, continuing to let it drip on Kara’s clit instead of onto her own palm.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Sam murmurs as Kara writhes, and Lena smiles at the intimacy passing between her Kryptonian girls.
She’d been nervous, at first, about her and Kara welcoming someone else into their relationship; but Rao, was it all worth it.
The love that radiated between the three of them never failed to make Lena’s heart swell.
“You’re making a mess, Sam,” Lena observes, knowing that the way she’s feigning objectivity, near boredom, turns both Sam and Kara on beyond accounting. “You should clean it with your tongue.”
Kara bites her lip and tries – and fails utterly – to suppress a moan.
“And should I be worried about the sheets, or… something else?” Sam asks, licking her lips at Kara’s wetness as she tosses the remains of the ice cube into a glass on the bedside table.
“Lena,” Kara pants when Lena takes another bite of her cupcake, considering. “Please.”
“A Super begging a Luthor,” Lena winks, marveling at how far her confidence has come – how much she knows, for certain, how loved her is, now – that she can flirt like this, about this, now. “How utterly original.”
“Lena,” Kara moans, and Sam presses open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs as she waits for Lena’s decision.
“Give her what she wants, Sam,” Lena husks, and Kara tugs against the restraints on her wrists, trying to get her grasp around Sam’s hair, as Sam eagerly lowers her lips to Kara’s clit, the heat of her tongue combined with the chill of the melted ice drawing exquisite screams from Kara’s throat.
Lena’s eyes roll to the back of her head, and the sight makes Sam’s tongue coated with even more of Kara’s wetness, makes Kara’s heart skip with pride at what merely watching her can do to Lena Luthor.
“Can I make her come, Lena?” Sam asks, even as she grinds her own hips down around Kara’s shin, needing relief of her own.
Lena kneels on the bed next to Kara’s head, leaning down to kiss her, to let her taste the chocolate on her tongue, the heat in her breathing.
“Please do,” Lena winks down at Sam, who switches her gaze to Kara.
“Do you want – “ She gestures with her fingers, and Kara nods eagerly just before Sam slips two fingers instead her slick opening at once, curving her fingers and beckoning forth two small orgasms before Lena brings her mouth and fingers down to Kara’s hardened nipples.
“You can come harder than that, Supergirl,” Lena commands, and Kara can’t help but obey, screaming in languages Earth has never known and with love she’s never felt; until now.
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