it’s early in the morning, the planet’s sunlight sneaking through the small cracks of the curtains that you not so subtly opened the night before to ensure you both woke up at a decent time. the small camper was still warm with last nights activity—its been kara’s birthday week celebration and almost every night ended with kara’s favorite drink—you.
you groaned softly as you attempted to stretch but the arm that was tightly wrapped around your naked waist wasn’t allowing such an action. “kara” you whispered, yet your words might as well have fell on deaf ears as the woman kept snoring.
“kara!” you said a bit louder.
“hmm” she hummed, her eyes still shut—partly covered with those sunglasses you struggled to get away from her the night before.
“i gotta pee, and let krypto inside” she sighed, turning on her side to give you the room to leave. you quickly took advantage of it before she changed her mind. you slipped on your underwear and a hoodie that was thrown on the ground before completing what you said you’d do.
kara was awake by this point, silently watching as you moved around the camper. you picked up clothes that had been haphazardly thrown, you made coffee, fed krypto and even started to make breakfast for you both.
it all seemed very domestic.
the scene made kara nervous, or at least it did in the beginning.
she was scared to settle down, to allow herself to have something good without the fear of losing it just like she did with her parents and her home. yet she found a new home—one that was in the form of you and her beloved dog.
“where did you get that hoodie?” kara asked as she noticed the symbol that mirrored the one on her suit.
“on earth, they are big fans of you and your cousin” you shrugged. she didn’t respond afterwards just continued watching and you tried your hardest to ignore her gaze but you felt her eyes burning your naked legs.
“i made breakfast” you tried to change the subject, trying to distract her from eye fucking you.
“mhm, i’m looking at breakfast” she smirked, looking you up and down. your breath hitched but you refused to give in—you needed a small break from her super stamina.
“after breakfast supergirl” you teased, purposely swaying your hips as you set the table for breakfast.
oh yeah, kara is definitely not scared of waking up to this every morning for as long as she breathed.
just watched supergirl today, knew i immediately needed to write about her. throughout that whole movie fic idea’s for some of the characters just kept coming to me 😭😭
summary: Kara asks you to babysit Krypto while her and Clark deal with some business elsewhere. Turns out, Krypto has a hard time staying clean.
word count: 3.7k+
pairing: kara zor-el x fem!reader
notes: uhhhh... hello??? this is my first full wlw fic and it's inspired by my own dogs. also, why do the supercousins both have to be so hot?????? i'm dying over here
warnings/tags: no use of y/n, fluff fluff fluff, kara and clark live together, krypto is a menace, bath time!, clark is awkward as usual, idk really know what to tag so yeah
It wasn’t much of a problem when Kara asked you to watch after Krypto while her and Clark handled some super-business elsewhere; you had done it many times before. Kara handed you the keys to their apartment, kissed you and Krypto goodbye, and flew off into the sky with her cousin.
Normally it was simple: you would take a good long walk with Krypto, let him tire himself out as much as possible, and by the time you got back to the apartment he would fall asleep as soon as he laid down.
Except this time he seemed intrigued by the dog park you normally pass by and you decided to make a pitstop, and that’s where it all went downhill. Krypto didn’t want to play with the other dogs, he instead broke free from the leash and started to chase squirrels around the small park, landing himself in mud on more than one occasion.
So by the time you got back to their apartment, you knew you couldn’t let Krypto touch anything. The second the elevator doors opened, you planted both hands on his muddy chest and gave him the kind of look you had seen Kara give him when he tried to bring a piece of satellite debris inside like it was a toy. “No couch,” you warned, already struggling to keep him in place because Krypto was vibrating with the kind of joy only a dog covered in mud could feel. “No bed, no rugs, no flying onto the ceiling, no shaking, and I know you understand me.”
Krypto blinked up at you with wide, innocent eyes, his white fur now several different shades of brown, and then his tail wagged hard enough to thump against the hallway wall. He took one hopeful step toward the apartment, and you immediately tightened your grip on the leash. “Don’t even think about it,” you said, fumbling with the keys Kara had given you while trying to keep his muddy paws from touching the door. “Clark already looks like he’s one surprise away from writing a formal apartment rules list, and I’m not being the reason he has to mop muddy paw prints off the ceiling.”
The door opened, and Krypto tried to bolt inside like he had suddenly remembered every soft surface he had ever loved. You caught him around the middle with both arms, which would have been more impressive if he hadn’t been a super-dog and if your shoes weren’t slipping slightly on the floor from the mud already dropping off him. “Bathroom,” you grunted, practically dragging yourself more than him. “We’re going straight to the bathroom, and you’re not going to act like I’m betraying you, because this is entirely your fault.”
Krypto made a small, offended sound, but he let you guide him down the hall, mostly because you kept one arm hooked around his muddy chest and the other hand clamped on his leash. He kept looking over his shoulder at the living room like he was deeply considering making a run for it, and you kept steering him harder toward the bathroom. “Do not look at the couch like that,” you said, breathless by the time you reached the tile. “That couch has done nothing to you, and Clark is probably attached to it.”
The bathroom was clean in a way that made you feel instantly guilty for what was about to happen to it. Clark’s towel was folded neatly on the rack, Kara’s things were in a little pile near the sink, and there was a bottle of shampoo sitting beside what you were pretty sure was Lois’ hairdryer from the last time she had stayed over and left half her things behind. You stared at the bathtub, then at Krypto, then at the mud already caking around his paws. “Okay,” you said slowly, rolling up your sleeves. “This is fine. This is very normal. People bathe dogs every day.”
Krypto sneezed, which sent a tiny spray of mud onto the lower cabinet, and you closed your eyes for one long second before pointing at the tub. “In,” you told him, using your sternest voice, the one that usually worked when he tried to sniff your food too closely. He stepped one paw into the tub, then another, and for one beautiful moment, you thought he was going to cooperate. Then he lifted his head, looked directly at the shower curtain like it had personally challenged him, and floated three feet into the air.
“No,” you said immediately, reaching up and grabbing him around the stomach before he could drift any higher. “Absolutely not. Kara trusted me with you, and I am not explaining to her that you escaped bath time by using aerial superiority.” Krypto huffed, his paws paddling gently in the air, and you pulled him back down into the tub with a wet squeak of mud against porcelain. “Thank you,” you said, still holding him down with both hands. “You are so brave… but you’re also disgusting.”
You turned the water on carefully, testing it with your wrist first because Kara would absolutely know if you gave her dog water that was too cold or too hot. Krypto watched the stream hit the tub like it was a brand-new scientific discovery, then stuck his nose under it and immediately sneezed again. “Don’t inhale it,” you said, grabbing the detachable shower head and trying to wet the muddiest parts of him. “You’ve flown through space and fought criminals, I know running water isn’t where we fall apart.”
The mud started sliding off him in thick brown streaks, turning the bottom of the tub into something that looked deeply unfortunate. Krypto lifted one paw, stared at the dirty water, and then began trotting in place, splashing water up the sides of the tub and all over your shirt. “Krypto!” you said, trying not to laugh because laughing would only encourage him. “No running in the bathtub! That feels like a rule I shouldn’t have to say out loud.”
He trotted faster, delighted by the splashing, and the water slapped against the curtain, the tile, your jeans, and somehow the mirror, while also making the shampoo bottle fall right into the tub, making bubbles start to form. You reached for his collar, but he ducked his head and spun in a tight circle, creating a tiny muddy whirlpool around his paws. “Stop!” you said, laughing now despite yourself as water dripped down your face. “Oh my god, Kara is going to come home and think I wrestled a swamp creature in here.”
Krypto barked once, sharp and happy, then snapped his mouth toward the bubbles gathering near the drain. You moved the shampoo bottle out of reach just in time, because his attention shifted to it with alarming focus. “No, you cannot eat that,” you said, holding the bottle high above your head while he stretched his neck toward it. “This is not a snack, this is literally shampoo, and I don’t care if it smells like coconut, you are not eating Kara’s shampoo.”
He made another offended noise, then licked a cluster of bubbles off the side of the tub before you could stop him. “Krypto!” you said, wiping bubbles off his snout with your wet sleeve. “You are making this so much harder than it has to be. I need you to understand that this is a five-minute bath if you behave, and a forty-minute bath if you keep trying to consume soap like it’s part of your diet.”
Krypto stared at you, bubbles clinging to the fur around his mouth, and wagged his tail hard enough to send another spray of water onto the floor. You sighed, squeezing shampoo into your palm and working it carefully into the cleaner parts of his fur first. “Your mother is so lucky you’re cute,” you muttered, scrubbing behind his ears while he leaned into your hands like the entire bath had suddenly become his idea.
He seemed to love the ear-scrubbing part, at least, because his eyes went half-lidded and his body finally relaxed under your hands. You took advantage of his temporary peace and washed his neck, chest, legs, and the underside of his paws, rinsing away as much mud as you could before he remembered he had free will. “See?” you said, working your fingers carefully through a stubborn patch of dirt near his shoulder. “This is nice, we can do nice. We don’t have to turn Clark’s bathroom into a disaster zone.”
The peace lasted until you rinsed his back, because the second the water ran down his spine, Krypto sprang upward with a startled bark and hovered above the tub again. Water poured off him in sheets, dripping all over the bath mat and your socks. You grabbed his front legs and stared up at him, soaked from your hairline down. “I swear, if you touch that ceiling while covered in shampoo, I’m telling Kara you tried to frame me.”
Krypto whined softly, not guilty in the slightest, and you used both hands to pull him back into the tub. He landed with a splash that sent water over the edge and across the tile, and you stood there for a moment, dripping and exhausted, holding the shower head like you were negotiating with a tiny god. “Okay,” you said, breathing out through your nose. “New plan, you stand there, I rinse you, and nobody flies unless there is a building on fire.”
He actually stood still after that, though you suspected it was mostly because he liked the way you were scratching under his chin with one hand while rinsing him with the other. The brown water gradually turned clearer, and the white of his fur came back in patches until he looked like Kara’s dog again instead of something that had crawled out of a construction site. You rinsed him twice just to be safe, because if Kara buried her face in his fur later and got a mouthful of coconut shampoo, you were never going to hear the end of it.
When you finally turned the water off, Krypto shook himself before you could stop him. The spray hit you full force, splattering the mirror, the towels, the sink, and probably places you wouldn’t discover until Clark asked about them three days from now. You froze, eyes closed, arms slightly out, while Krypto jumped out of the tub and stood in front of you looking incredibly proud of himself. “Thank you,” you said flatly, wiping water from your face. “That was incredibly helpful.”
You grabbed the biggest towel you could find and wrapped it around him before he got another chance to shake. Krypto leaned into the towel immediately, wagging his tail as you rubbed him down, and you had to admit he looked painfully cute with only his nose poking out. “Oh, now you’re sweet,” you said, scrubbing the towel over his back. “Now that I’m soaked, the floor is soaked, and the bathroom looks like a pond exploded in it, now you want to be adorable.”
He licked your wrist, and you rolled your eyes while rubbing the towel over his head. “Don’t try to charm me,” you told him, though your voice had already gone soft. “I’m immune to that… Mostly… A little.” Krypto shoved his face against your stomach, still wrapped in the towel, and you gave in long enough to kiss the top of his damp head. “Fine, you’re forgiven, but only because Kara loves you and because you’re cute when you’re not trying to eat soap.”
The towel helped, but Krypto was still damp enough that letting him loose in the apartment felt dangerous. You glanced around the bathroom and spotted the hairdryer on the counter, half-hidden behind a brush and a bottle of lotion that definitely didn’t belong to Clark. “Okay,” you said, picking it up and checking the settings. “This is either Lois’ or Kara stole it from Lois and forgot to return it, which is a problem for them and not for us.”
Krypto watched the hairdryer with interest, his head tilting to the side as you plugged it in. “Don’t bite this,” you warned, aiming it away from him first. “This has electricity, and I’m pretty sure even you shouldn’t chew on electricity.”
You turned it on low, expecting Krypto to bark, flinch, or fly straight up again. Instead, he went completely still, ears perking as the warm air blew against his chest. You moved it a little closer, careful not to make it too hot, and his eyes widened like you had just introduced him to the greatest invention Earth had ever created. “Oh,” you said, watching as he leaned toward it. “You like that?”
Krypto took one careful step closer, then another, then he pushed his face directly toward the warm stream of air, his damp fur ruffling back from his snout, and you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing too loudly. “No, not that close,” you said, gently guiding his face back with your free hand. “You cannot become one with the hairdryer, we need reasonable distance.”
He disagreed, very strongly, apparently, because every time you moved the hairdryer to dry his side, he shuffled after it, pressing closer until his nose nearly bumped the end. You adjusted the angle, and he followed, you moved to his back legs, and he turned so the warm air stayed on his chest. “Krypto,” you said, laughing now. “I am trying to dry all of you, not just the front half of you.”
He wagged his tail, utterly content, and leaned his whole body toward the hairdryer with the kind of devotion he usually reserved for Kara walking through the door. You worked around him as best you could, one hand rubbing through his fur while the other moved the dryer over his back, neck, and legs. He kept trying to scoot closer, and more than once you had to press your palm to his chest and gently push him back. “Personal space,” you reminded him. “You and Kara both struggle with it, actually.”
By the time you heard the apartment door open, the bathroom floor was covered in damp towels, your clothes were wet, and Krypto was sitting next to the tub like royalty, eyes half-closed while you blew warm air over his chest. You were kneeling beside him, one sleeve pushed up and the other hanging wet around your wrist, trying to dry the last stubborn damp spot behind his ears. “If that’s you, Kara,” you called, raising your voice over the hairdryer, “before you say anything, he was brown when we came in.”
There was a brief silence from the hallway, followed by Clark’s voice, cautious and already concerned. “Brown?”
Kara appeared in the doorway a second later, still in her suit, her hair a little windswept from flying and her expression shifting instantly from confusion to amusement. Clark came up behind her and looked over her shoulder, eyebrows lifting as he took in the wet floor, the muddy towel pile, the shampoo bottle sitting safely on the sink, and Krypto trying to inch his face closer to the hairdryer. Kara’s mouth twitched. “What did my dog do?”
“Your dog,” you said pointedly, because that part mattered, “discovered mud, tried to eat shampoo, attempted to flee bath time vertically, ran laps in the tub, and now apparently believes this hairdryer is the best thing on the planet.” You angled the dryer away for one second, and Krypto immediately leaned after it with a soft, needy sound. “See? This is who you raised.”
Kara stepped fully into the bathroom, biting back a laugh as she crouched beside the tub. “Krypto,” she said, and he finally looked away from the hairdryer long enough to perk up at her. His tail thumped against the floor, sending a small splash of leftover water onto the tile, and Kara reached out to scratch under his chin. “Did you behave for her?”
“He did not,” you said at the same time Krypto barked proudly.
Clark made a quiet sound that was very clearly him trying not to laugh, then looked at the water on the mirror and the damp pawprint on the side of the tub. “I’m guessing the dog park was involved,” he said, leaning one hand against the doorframe while staying far enough back that Krypto couldn’t shake water onto him. “That’s usually where these stories begin.”
“The dog park was involved for maybe ninety seconds before he decided the squirrels were fugitives,” you said, turning the hairdryer back toward Krypto’s shoulder. “And before anyone asks, no, I don’t know how a dog with super-speed still managed to land in every muddy patch individually, but he did. It was honestly impressive.”
Kara looked at you then, really looked at you, taking in your wet shirt, damp hair, bare feet, and the stubborn concentration on your face as you tried to keep the dryer at a safe distance from her extremely spoiled dog. Her expression softened in that way that always made your stomach flip, warm and amused and a little too fond. “You gave him a bath by yourself?”
“I had limited options,” you said, trying to sound casual even though Kara was looking at you like that. “It was either this or let him jump on Clark’s couch while looking like a chocolate lab, and I didn’t think any of us were emotionally prepared for that.”
Clark nodded solemnly from the doorway. “I appreciate your service.”
“You’re welcome,” you said, pointing the dryer toward Krypto’s side again while he tried to follow it. “Also, I used the coconut shampoo, and before you blame me, he did try to eat it twice, so honestly I think I handled that pretty well.”
Kara laughed, low and warm, and reached over to scratch Krypto’s damp head. “He likes coconut.”
“He likes consuming things that aren’t food,” you corrected, moving the dryer away when Krypto pressed too close again. “There’s a difference.”
Krypto whined as the warm air shifted away from his face, and Kara’s grin widened. “Oh, he really does like that thing.”
“He’s obsessed,” you said, letting the air blow gently against his chest again. “He has never been more cooperative in his life. I’m pretty sure if we ever need him to sit still during a crisis, we just bring the hairdryer.”
Clark looked between Kara and Krypto, his expression turning thoughtful in a way that made you instantly suspicious. “I don’t think a hairdryer would be standard field equipment.”
Kara glanced back at him. “You carry tiny snacks in your belt sometimes for him.”
Clark straightened a little. “That’s different.”
“It’s not,” Kara said easily, and you pressed your lips together, trying not to smile too hard because Clark looked like he regretted walking into the conversation. Kara turned back to you, her shoulder brushing yours as she leaned closer to inspect Krypto’s fur. “He’s clean, though. You did good.”
“I did good?” you repeated, arching a brow at her. “Kara, I look like I lost a fight with a sink.”
“You look cute,” she said, like that settled it.
Clark immediately looked at the ceiling, as if he had just remembered he was related to one of the people in the room and did not want to be legally present for flirting. You felt your face warm, but Kara only looked more amused. “Don’t start,” you muttered, turning the hairdryer off for a second so you could hear yourself think. Krypto instantly nudged your hand with his nose, offended by the loss of warm air, and you sighed. “You too? Really?”
Kara leaned in and kissed you quickly, soft and sweet, one hand brushing the side of your damp jaw. It was over before you could fully react, but it still made your breath catch in the embarrassingly easy way she always managed. Clark made a strangled sound behind her and lifted one hand to cover his eyes. “Okay,” he said awkwardly, turning his head toward the hallway. “I’m just going to give everyone privacy. Including the dog, apparently.”
Kara pulled back with a grin, completely unbothered, while you tried not to look as flustered as you felt. “You’ve seen us kiss before,” she said over her shoulder.
Clark kept his hand over his eyes. “That doesn’t mean I need to stand in a bathroom and watch it happen next to a wet dog.”
Krypto barked loudly at the sound of Clark’s voice, then shoved his face toward the hairdryer again like he was trying to remind everyone what the real priority was. You huffed out a laugh and turned it back on low, and he immediately settled, eyes going soft as the warm air ruffled his fur. Kara watched him for a second, then looked at you with that same affectionate little smile. “He might like you more than me now.”
“That’s not true,” you said, even though Krypto had fully leaned his weight into your arm and seemed unwilling to move unless the hairdryer moved with him. “He loves you. I’m just the person currently holding his new favorite object.”
Kara rested her chin lightly on your shoulder, careful not to get too close to the dryer, and Krypto’s tail started thumping again as if he had successfully gathered his two favorite people in one place. “Still,” she said, her voice quieter near your ear, “thanks for taking care of him.”
You softened despite yourself, letting the dryer move slowly over Krypto’s side while Kara stayed tucked close to you. “Yeah, well,” you said, glancing at the soaked towels and the disaster of a floor, “next time you ask me to dog-sit, I’m charging extra for mud removal.”
Clark, already halfway down the hall, called back, “I’ll pay it.”
Kara laughed against your shoulder, and Krypto barked once like he agreed. You looked down at him, at his bright clean fur and his ridiculous, blissed-out expression as he tried to press even closer to the warm air, and shook your head. “You are so lucky you’re loved,” you told him, keeping one hand firm on his chest before he could climb into the hairdryer. “And you are never going to the dog park without Kara again.”
Summary: Kara just has to visit Gotham, and it's all your fault.
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: swearing, typical DC violence
Pairing: Kara Zor El x Fem!Reader
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Kara hated Gotham. She was never the biggest fan of Metropolis, but at least it was clean. Clark kept the city safe and saved squirrels from getting run over. Almost a utopia of sorts, depending on who you asked. Him and his, “we have to be good,” nonsense. It was safe, and clean, and somewhere anyone would be lucky to live in.
Gotham was worse than all the dying marauder planets she had visited.
It was dirty, and she swore all the children were on some sort of drugs. Every person she encountered looked feral and ready to tear her head off just for looking at them wrong. Clark had warned her when she first got to Earth. Stay away from Gotham. She knew the wanna-be “masked vigilante” was shit at his job, and Clark barely had the heart to go visit and help when needed. It was a hopeless city.
And you just had to move there.
Kara had come back from another bender, ready to crash on Clark’s couch until he forced her to get back out into the world of the humans. She always felt safe enough to get some actual rest after those trips, eager to get back to Clark’s apartment where it almost felt like something she could call home. Perhaps she would even check in on you in a few days when she didn’t look quite so homeless. She had mentioned one evening that she might ask you for coffee, and Clark had to ruin it all.
”She moved to Gotham,” he had said in his stupid, too cheery voice. “She thought there was a better chance to do something good.”
Good. Such a stupid word. And what a useless waste of time in Gotham. You could do so much better somewhere else, somewhere like Metropolis. What could have possibly possessed you to make such a move? Kara swore you said moving away from Gotham had been the best decision of your life. Now you moved back?
Now she was stuck sitting in a grimy courtroom that smelled of cigarettes and bleach, both of which barely concealed the hint of dried blood. Everyone around her was shouting at the judge, not listening to anything that was being said. You stood at the prosecutor’s table, hands slamming on the wood to emphasize whatever point you were trying to make.
Kara could hear you over the yelling; her ears were fine-tuned to the sound of your voice. That didn’t mean she was listening. Just the frequency of your pitch was enough to leave her chest warm and full. It was a weird feeling that she wasn’t particularly upset about.
“-and may God have mercy on your soul.”
Kara’s ears perked up.
The yelling turned to screaming, and Kara could barely stand up before she saw the gun whip across your face. The crack bounced off the inside of her skull and she froze. Kara Zor-El, commonly known as Supergirl, last survivor of Krypton, froze. Officers quickly grabbed the defendant and retrieved the gun. Her eyes glued themselves to your face and the blood dripping from your nose.
Any remaining patrons milled out of the room, heads down and speed-walking to leave the almost-crime scene. The nerd beside you at the table shook your hand and followed suit, leaving you behind to shuffle papers and wipe the snotty blood from your face.
Kara’s boots clacked against the uneven wooden floor. Your stained hands looked wrong against the crumpled papers you were so gently filing into a neatly organized black binder. How you could be so calm after having a gun shoved into your face was a mystery. Kara would have snapped.
Then again, that was precisely what had drawn her to you.
”What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” You asked with a killer side eye.
”I could ask you the same thing,” Kara answered.
”Cute,” you said with a smile, finally standing tall with the binder tucked under your arm. You gestured your head toward the door, and Kara happily followed you out of the building. “How was your retreat?”
Right. She forgot that’s what Clark often called it when talking to humans. It wasn’t like he could say she went off planet; not when you had no clue she wasn’t from Earth. A ridiculous notion that she took off on retreats all the time but she couldn’t argue that it was better than the alternative. You could get hurt if you knew who she was. After all, look at poor Lois.
Gunshots rang through the back alley.
Perhaps you weren’t much safer.
“It was fine,” Kara answered. “But what’s all this about?” She asked. “I leave for a few weeks and you move to Gotham?”
”It was three months, Kara,” you quickly retorted. “A lot can happen in that time.”
Her feet stuttered before she quickly fell back in step with you. No way it had been that long. Clark hadn’t even mentioned it, and he was good at unintentional guilt trips. Why hadn’t you gotten a hold of her in that time? She was just expected to come back to you having moved to a dangerous city without her?
“I thought you were running for DA in Metropolis,” Kara said softly. “What happened to that?”
You shrugged. “I lost.” Then, with a small frown, “really bad.”
In the distance, sirens raced to reach an unknown crime. Knowing Gotham, probably a mugging. It was a disgusting city. Garbage bags littered the streets, and that was miles better than the free trash that drifted in the wind. Kara swore there were more homeless people than housed. Each one you passed, you handed a crisp $50 bill.
”I thought you would have made a good DA,” Kara insisted.
You scoffed. “Not in Metropolis. Have you seen the Supers? They set the bar too high for regular people.” You opened the door to an apartment complex and held it open for her. “Gotham is more my speed.”
Kara walked in with you, waiting for you to lead the way. She liked when you skipped over all her disappearances. It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right, and you had every reason to cut her off and move on with your life. But you didn’t. Time after time, you silently forgave her and opened your door and welcomed her like an old lover.
You opened the apartment door - after a five-story walk up - and ushered her in, swiftly closing and locking the door behind you with three locks.
”Want some coffee?” You asked, your words almost drowned out as you dropped the heavy binder on the small, wobbly kitchen table.
A grunt in the affirmative was all Kara could muster. She was too busy looking through your things that were littered all around the small studio apartment. Newspaper clippings were tacked onto a cork board that took up nearly half of one wall. Each clipping contained pictures, and each picture was of her. Of Supergirl.
”A little obsessed, aren’t you?” She asked.
Your calming laughter filled the space. “I think she’s cool. She’s not perfect, but she’s good.”
Good. Not a word Kara liked to use for herself, but she could grow used to it if it came from your pretty lips. Her eyes lingered on the clippings for a little longer before moving on, smiling at the framed pictures. Some were of you and Clark, others were of you and her and Clark.
Her favorites were just the ones of you and her. The ones where she was smiling like she hadn’t survived the extinction of her people. Where she looked like a normal girl, spending time with her crush. Crush. That was the right word, wasn’t it? She wasn’t sure, she didn’t spend enough time on Earth to really learn the lingo properly.
”We need some new pictures,” you said softly, appearing out of nowhere beside Kara. “I think the last one is a year old.”
A year. That didn’t sound right. Though, if she continuously took months to get wasted then maybe you were accurate. It wasn’t a comforting thought. Her chest tightened and her throat closed.
”Gotham is beneath you,” Kara said, completely changing the subject and taking the chipped coffee mug from your hand. “You should come back to Metropolis.”
”Miss me?” You asked with a smile. A small sigh fell from your lips. “It would be less stressful.”
”Then come back,” Kara said hopefully. “I’m looking for my own apartment, you can just move in with me.”
Instantly, your face flushed. “I… don’t think I’m ready to be saddled with Metropolis insurance again. Besides,” you looked at her with a raised brow, “I’m not paying both halves of the rent when you decide to go flying off to another country for months on end.”
”I could stay,” Kara replied too quickly. “I could take job hunting more seriously. We could live out of city limits and carpool.”
The blush raced down your neck. Selfishly, Kara hoped it was due to her words. It wasn’t right for her to ask you to move again, not when she had given you no reason to stay. As far as anyone knew, she was a flight risk, mentally unstable, and reckless. You seemingly had a stable job here and a cute little apartment.
But she wanted you to stay with her.
In Metropolis. She meant she wanted you to stay in Metropolis.
”I can’t, Kara,” you said softly.
Your fingers brushed against her hand that was hanging at her side. Every time Kara asked Clark about the weird feeling when you touched her, he described it as lightning or electricity. She disagreed. It wasn’t as big as that. It was a warmth that crawled its way up her fingers, reaching desperately for her chest. She wanted to pull away, but simultaneously wanted you closer.
Kara let herself linger on your hand before looking back at the picture frames set neatly along the wall. In every picture, some part of you was touching. Your arm around her shoulders, pulling her further into frame. Heads pressed together until your smiles covered most of your faces. You looked happy. She looked happy.
So why couldn’t you be happy with her in Metropolis?
Her eyes fell to an old, crumpled picture sitting crooked in a splintered frame. For a moment she couldn’t recall when it was taken. You had her hand clasped between yours, pulling as you supposedly walked backward. It wasn’t like the others; Kara was barely smiling and had a sad look in her eyes. Your smile was gentle and more reserved than usual.
Kara tilted her head and studied the picture harder.
”It’s nice to meet you, Kara.”
Your hand looked fragile hanging in the air between you. Kara was half-convinced she would break it if she so much as reached out to grasp it. Her eyes drifted over to Clark who, without hesitation, nodded in the direction of your hand. With abated breath, she reached out and placed her hand in yours, refusing to grip it. Your skin was soft.
“What’s the plan, ladies?” Clark asked. His stupid camera hung around his neck, always ready to snap a picture at a moment’s notice.
“The waterway is pretty,” you mused, still holding Kara’s hand. “Or the park, I think they’ve got-,” you grasped Kara’s hand with both of yours, pulling her ever so slightly closer, “-the sky walk!” Your eyes glimmered when you looked at her. “Are you afraid of heights?”
Kara would have laughed at the ridiculousness of the question. Instead, she just shook her head.
You squeezed her hand tighter. “We have to go, it’s the most gorgeous sight in the world.”
With a gentle grip and a powerful tug, you pulled Kara by her hand. She could have stood her ground, refusing to budge. You weren’t her friend. Truthfully, you weren’t even an acquaintance. You were Clark’s friend, and that didn’t extend to her. But there was a sparkle in your eye and a mischievousness to your smile.
The sky walk would, undoubtedly, be the second most gorgeous sight in the world.
The memory hit Kara like a truck.
”That’s my favorite picture,” you said beside her. “I realised later that I may have come on a bit strong.”
You had. You had come on horrifically strong. Constantly holding her hand, dragging her around the sky walk while Clark snapped picture after picture. It was infuriating and as much as she should have hated every second of it, she didn’t. Your hand was warm in hers, and just a little sweaty, and you subconsciously squeezed her fingers when you were pointing out your favourite things.
”You did,” Kara confirmed with a smirk. “Overbearing, honestly.”
You bumped her shoulder and mumbled, “shut up.”
Something linked around Kara’s finger and she looked down. Your pinky was gently wrapped around hers, linking you together in such a hidden, scandalous way. Unlike the rest of you, your finger was cold. At least she assumed so since you were shaking.
”You should visit more,” you said softly. “Gotham’s not as bad as you think.”
”It’s pretty disgusting,” Kara scoffed. Her brain froze as her stomach turned at what she would say next. “I’ll need a good reason.”
Kara’s face felt hot when you turned your body to face her. You were so close. She liked it. You were a pretty touchy person with everyone, but Kara liked it more than she cared to admit. It left her desperate and almost on her knees to keep you close.
”You need a reason to visit me?” You asked.
No.
”Yeah,” she answered. “It’s hard to compete with Metropolis. No one comes here for fun.”
You hummed and nodded slowly. Shit. She fucked up. That was not the response she wanted. Now you were going to have something quippy to say that would probably hurt her feelings. All because she decided to-
-your hands grabbed Kara by the face and pulled her into a kiss. Her brain malfunctioned. She didn’t know what to focus on. Your nails lightly scratching her jaw, or your breath on her cheek. Soft lips. So soft. Her heart jumped into her throat.
Your lips pulled away far too soon.
”Think that’s a good enough reason, Kara?”
Kara opened her eyes and looked into yours. There was a spark. A spark she constantly searched for. A spark that reminded her of a home she would never forget. It left her speechless. Happy.
”I can work with that,” she answered breathlessly.
Perhaps she could learn to tolerate Gotham. For you.
Summary: You swear your girlfriend has never demanded anything from you. When a mission with Clark sees her thrown back into a pile of rubble suddenly all she needs is you. Only problem? You have a event you have to get to. Until Kara decides to show you why you should stay home instead.
WC: 3k
Authors Note: Basically my take on red kryptonite! Technically this be read as a one shot to my ongoing series, but it doesn’t have to be!
Warnings: minors pls dni! um, okay so fingering, restraining (?), definitely dom!kara, edging, maybe a little bit of Kara being condescending, mean!kara lowkey, strap use, overstimulation, two hickeys of dubious consent, pet names, kara having a thing for you cooking for her in pretty dresses, use of the word girl, and um… I think that’s it? basically shameless smut enjoy!
The mission is easy, arguably Clark doesn’t even need her help, she’s merely going through the motions as she normally does eager to get home to you.
Until she gets thrown back into a pile of rubble by the guy she thought they had. At first she shakes it off as she stands, feeling no worse for wear minus a new tingling sensation, but as Clark manages to cuff him successfully this time her mind suddenly swims with images.
Images of you.
Accompanied by those thoughts, the thoughts she’s been having more of lately as your relationship settles into something solid. She knows they’ll keep returning because she’s no longer scared of wanting things, of wanting you.
And she’s used to not caring when it’s criminals she can rough up and intimidate, with them she’s demanding and even a little mean, not that she really cares that she is. With you however Kara normally tries to be softer, more considerate.
Normally, because on the return home all she feels is a building sensation of pent up frustration that’s anything but normal, and she knows exactly who she needs to make it stop.
She comes through your front door now, days of flying in through your window for the most part gone, her own set of keys clinking in the little dish you keep in the foyer.
Krypto perks up at the sound from where he lies in his dog bed. Kara had teased you endlessly for buying it, overpriced and more lavish then you needed to get, but he loves it and it saves your couch.
You’re just putting the finishing touches on a summer cake, little candy cherries bright against the white icing, already dressed and nearly ready to go.
The view basically throws any restraint she thought she may be able to show out the window.
You watch with mild curiosity as she goes straight for you and not towards the bathroom to shower like she usually does.
But you hold out a candy cherry for her before she even has to ask, startling a little when Kara takes it from your fingers with her mouth, teeth grazing your fingertips.
You huff as you wipe your hands. “What do you think?” You ask as you gesture to the cake.
“Looks good.” She muses, but you know by her tone that she doesn’t mean the cake. You laugh softly, knowing already what a mood like this means. Kara is for the most part gentle, intense yes but gentle, but sometimes post mission she gets a little more insatiable.
You think maybe it’s the high she gets from being so strong, or from all the action she sees, but you reach backwards to touch the side of her face the best you can.
“I got that dinner thing remember?” You say in an attempt to deter her. “I have to leave soon.”
You wait for the grumbling, and the little bit of pouting that usually happens before she accepts. It doesn’t come however, because Kara forgot about your stupid dinner thing, and now her mind is trying to adjust to the news.
Trying and failing. Her hands wrap around your hips, fabric bunching as they do, and her lips find your neck.
“Skip it.” She mumbles against your skin.
She doesn’t say you could skip it like she normally does, and that’s new, you think, but you know Kara can be impatient.
Maybe she had a worse day than you thought. So in an attempt to figure out her mood you try to turn in her grip so you can face her.
You’re surprised when Kara merely pushes you against the island so there’s not enough space for you to turn.
“What’s going on baby?” You ask.
“Nothing’s going on.” She says as her lips slip to the base of your neck. Her hands are still gripping at your waist like you might try to wiggle away if she lets up. “Just missed you.”
“Missed you too.” You assure gently. “I won’t be that long. Probably like an hour at most. You can shower and then when I get back—”
Kara merely scowls against your skin at the mere thought of letting you go right now.
“I don’t want to wait.” She says bluntly. “It’s going to be old boring men anyways.”
That’s not entirely true, but you don’t say that to her. Instead you place your hands over hers, and rub your thumb across her knuckles. “What happened with Clark?” You try to change the subject.
“Nothing.” She dismisses. “He didn’t even really need me there.”
You’re about to pry, because it really doesn’t seem like it’s been a regular day for her, but she’s pushing the left strap of your dress down your shoulder.
“Hey!” You object as you go to fix it.
But she stops you as her lips replace where it had been. You know your girlfriend can get needy, you both can, but usually she’s more tentative than this.
“Was doing fine at first, but then all I could think about was you, and now you’re in this dress and I just wanna…”
Kara really can’t think of how to explain what exactly she wants to do, so she merely digs her teeth into your skin a little. It makes you push back into her, your heart beat quickening, and that makes her hum in satisfaction.
“There’s my girl.” She says.
You’re definitely feeling hot now if the way your breathing hitches is any indication. It’s music to her ears. She knows you hate feeling this way before you have to go somewhere, and she often refrains from using that to her advantage. She doesn’t refrain today if it means getting what she wants.
You eye the time and grimace as you realize you’re very close to being late. So finally you take the direct approach and try to wiggle free from her. She does loosen her grip just a tad so you can, but when you turn to face her you can see she’s not happy about it.
“What’s gotten into you?” You demand.
Kara sighs at the question. It doesn’t make sense to her why you think something’s happened to her.
“I don’t feel like sharing you with other people tonight.” She says as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world.
She watches as your eyebrows lift with shock at her bluntness.
“I shouldn’t have to.” She adds. “I mean you in that dress…” She loves the way your cheeks flush at her words, and how they leave you speechless.
You are aware that Kara seems to like you in dresses like this, somewhat flowing but tight enough to show your figure, but in your defence you thought she’d be home while you were out and that it’d be a surprise for her after.
You open your mouth to tell her one last time that you really have to go, but as if sensing your hesitation, Kara closes the small amount of distance between you again, and kisses you hard.
Your hands find her waist, suit fabric a little rough under your fingers, merely so you can balance yourself, but she takes it as a chance to deepen the kiss. Her one hand coming to wrap carefully around the base of your throat as she does.
This is absolutely new, you think, as you realize you’re not making it to that party now.
Kara feels triumphant as she turns you back around, pins you once again between the counter and her body, and pushes the other dress strap down so that your dress begins to fall around your chest.
“Think about doing this so often.” She admits, and your eyes widen in surprise, because this is the first time you’re hearing about it.
“Yeah?” You push, wanting her to elaborate before she distracts you.
“Yeah.” She breathes. “Drives me wild when I’m away knowing you’re here cooking for me in an outfit like this just waiting for me to come home.”
You want to point out that you don’t wait here all day for her, but the way her hands are roaming over you is making it hard.
“Makes me think about how I want to bend you over this counter and—”
Your gasp cuts her off as strong hands slip from your sides to your thighs. She chuckles at your reaction as her hands push your legs apart, and she practically groans when she feels how wet you are.
“All for me.” She teases. “You must think about me doing this too.”
You’re so used to Kara saying these things with a question mark at the end, as if she’s never sure she’s read you right, even though she usually does.
But now? Now Kara acts with a self assured confidence, like she knows she’s right, and god is it turning you on. What the hell happened on that mission?
“All for you.” You say breathlessly as her fingers curl deeper inside of you, heel of her palm pressing against your clit just right.
It makes your legs shake, and you attempt to close your thighs a tad for a measure of stability, but Kara tsks.
“Nuh-uh.” She grumbles. “Stay still.”
And to make her point she uses her foot to nudge your legs apart so her hands can focus on working you up.
With no other option you let your weight fall against the counter as her fingers continue to hit all the spots she knows you like.
“You close?” She asks and she grins as you nod with a tiny whimper. “Words pretty girl.” She demands, and your eyes flutter closed.
Although even if you do manage words it won’t change much, Kara already knows what she wants, and it’s to see you come undone for her.
You get close sometimes after you have sex, she can tell, when you get all limp and sleepy on her. But she wants to see you like that sooner, see you at her mercy, so she removes her fingers the minute you start to tense.
“Kara!” You all but snap at her, voice petulant as you try to adjust to how empty you feel now.
You’re staring at her, her only response a smirk, and it makes you feel some type of way. She’s never been mean like this. She’s pinned your wrists into the mattress before, gave you one too many orgasms when you’re already spent, but this…
“Oh come on.” She teases as she hooks her arms underneath your ass and picks you up so your legs have to wrap around her waist. “You were going to make me wait an hour. What’s a couple of minutes?”
It’s not the same thing and she knows it, but she’s laying you gently on the bed before you can point that out to her.
Usually you’d complain about her being on your bed in her suit, but when she starts to touch you again you can’t be bothered to care.
She slides her fingers back into you, this time deeper than before, and her free hand comes to hold down your hips when you push up into her.
“Please!” You beg.
She can tell though, that even in your neediness, that you hesitate to give into her. So she denies you again much to your dismay.
“Kara stop teasing me.” You say, growing desperate for some type of release.
She stands now. “Stop teasing you?” She echoes as she takes off her clothes, and reaches for the drawer. Your eyes track her. “Now why would I do that?” She asks.
You feel your lip jut out. “Because I want to cum.” You try to reason.
She tilts her head to the side. “But I want to do this.” Your eyes widen as she settles back onto the bed.
“I’ll do anything else!” You beg, and Kara’s basically vibrating with excitement at the way you're already so willing to do what she wants.
“Anything?”
Your throat bobs a tad as you stare up at her, but you’re stubborn, so you nod. She seems to debate for a long moment her request, fingers drawing patterns against your skin.
“Fine pretty girl I’ll let you cum.” She relents. “No teasing.” You frown when a request doesn’t follow, but then she’s manhandling you.
She flips you around so you’re suddenly on your hands and knees, and even though you don’t take this position often, you’re okay with this being her demand. Until she places a hand on the small of your back and pushes.
It’s not hard enough to hurt you, but it makes you back arch for her. And now you feel on display in a way that even being nude doesn’t make you feel.
You squirm a tad in an attempt to make yourself more comfortable, but her grip doesn’t let up. “Kara…” You say, mind getting heavy.
“Ssh sweetheart, you’re going to be my good girl and stay like that aren’t you?” You gulp.
“Yes.” You reply.
Kara grins down at you in satisfaction. This is exactly what she had in mind. Your dress is bunched up at your hips now, your underwear quickly discarded, and she wastes no time before sinking the strap into you.
The moan you let out spurs her on as she sinks the entire strap in rather quickly. You feel so damn full as she sets an unforgiving pace.
“So pretty like this.” She praises you. “All mine.”
You almost don’t reply, mind too heavy to think, but you remember what she said earlier. “Feel so good.” You say into your sheets, and she chuckles.
This time she doesn’t deny you when you reach your orgasm, your chest heaving, and you’re thankful for finally getting some relief.
Until she starts again and you whine out in surprise. “Kara please...” You’re definitely not used to her being this rough and although it’s definitely not unpleasant you feel like jelly already.
You twist your face into your pillow, but she reaches down, strap hitting a new angle as she does, and takes your hair in her hand.
“Don’t hide.” She says as she turns your head to the side again. “Wanna see you.”
It makes you feel embarrassingly hot, and you really wish you had the energy to quip back at her, but you don’t. You don’t even have the energy to move your head back. So you stay like that, utterly exposed for her.
“Knew you’d be good for me.” She praises as her hand leaves your hair and wraps around you so she can rub circles against your clit again.
It doesn’t take you long to come again, body spent, and eyes fluttering closed. But two denials and two orgasms don’t seem like enough for her so she starts again.
Your back tries to straighten out, but she presses down again, forcing you stay exactly as you are. You try to stay still for her, you really do, but the closer another orgasm gets the more you try to run from it.
So now she’s pushing you down completely flat, arms coming underneath your own so she more or less has you pinned. The new position makes the strap go deeper somehow, and you swear you don’t know if you can give her another one.
But she seems insistent. “‘s too much.” You beg her.
“One more.” She demands, as she kisses the back of your shoulder, and then up your neck again. You feel her leave a couple of hickeys you’re sure will be hard to hide and you whine out.
She just shushes you. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” You say voice mumbled into fabric. She coaxes one final orgasm from you before she gently pulls out.
But she leaves a trail of kisses down your back, as she rubs gentle circles into your hips. You muster the energy to flip onto your back, and look up at her.
She’s panting, hair sticking to her forehead, as she removes the harness from her hips. She bends down and kisses your knee before slipping from the bed.
“Babe?” You call out your voice rough .
“Yeah?” She replies, as if she didn’t just fuck you senseless.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” You ask her softly.
“Yeah.” She says. “I feel really good actually. Are you okay?”
“Tried.” You tease. “But good.”
She nods before thudding off to run you both a bath and grab you water.
Kara’s demeanour is entirely different when she wakes the next morning. Her eyes fluttering across you as you sleep wrapped in her arms. Until she sees the dark purple marks on your neck.
“Oh god.” She murmurs as she begins to wake. “I’m so sorry.” She tries to think back to why she would do this, run through the events of yesterday, and realizes the rubble. “Red kryptonite.” She whispers.
You frown up at her, hands chasing her as she pulls away. “Red?” You ask.
“Yeah Clark said he’s been effected a couple of times. Apparently each new chunk can cause different things, but he said there was one that made him… rude.”
You can’t really picture Clark as rude, but you decide not to focus on it. “I swear I didn’t know. I just felt…”
Your eyes search her as she hesitates. “I’m not upset.” You finally offer, pulling her close to you again. “You didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t want. Minus the questionable hickeys.”
She can’t look at you now. “I just felt less afraid.” She admits. You’re quiet then, as you trace tiny patterns across her arm.
“I liked it.” You say, face growing hot and that makes Kara stop.
Because she thought your heart was racing because you were upset with her, but now she realizes…
“Wait.” She murmurs. “You liked it.”
“Yeah,” you assure, “it felt good obviously, but also nice. I like when you…” you don’t want to finish now embarrassed yourself. “I just didn’t know you wanted that.”
“I didn’t at first.” She admits. “I think because I was nervous to, but now things feel solid and I…”
“Do?” You finish and she nods.
“Not always, but sometimes.” She adds. You lean up and kiss her then.
“Then we can do sometimes. No need for anymore magic space rocks.”
synopsis: as a photographer for the daily planet, you were almost always at the wrong place at the right time. lucky for you, you can always count on supergirl coming to your rescue. aka two times supergirl saves you and the one time kara does.
word count: 2.4k
warnings: reader almost gets mugged! other than that, i think it should be fine. no mention of y/n or [name]. fem!reader.
author's note: smth short & sweet for my current fave girl before i have to study for my midterm T__T !! she might be a bit ooc but tbf i’ve been up for almost 24 hours so gimme some mercy ..
your resumé had always been a bit lacking before your big break.
you thought that after months of picking up odd photography jobs and working late nights for wedding photos, you’d be able to secure a job at the daily planet. but as it turns out, all you needed was a photo of supergirl in order to impress perry white.
the only downside of your dream job was now you were placed on supergirl duty. for some reason, perry seems to favor your photos of her over anyone else’s.
“you should count it as a blessing in disguise.” lois tells you as she types away at her keyboard.
you scoff. “right. risking my life just so i can pay my bills is a real blessing, lois.” your desk is a mess, photos of supergirl littered all over the place. her in various poses, surrounded by rubble, grabbing a cat out of a tree. “besides, jimmy’s photos of supergirl are just as good as mine.”
“i mean, you’ve never got hurt.” she points out. “not once. plus, think of it as job security.” she looks past her computer’s monitor to focus her eyes on your desk across from hers. “sounds to me like a blessing.”
you look over at her, feeling your stomach erupt with butterflies. “shut up.” you bite, although your tone isn’t serious. “she’s just at the right place at the right time.” you toss an eraser at her. “if i die, so do her glorious photos.” you roll your eyes, remembering perry’s words vaguely.
lois makes a noncommittal noise, rolling her shoulders and stretching in her office chair before returning to her work. “i’m sure she doesn’t plan on letting that happen any time soon.”
you’ve always cut it a bit close. you’ve always written it off as an occupational hazard.
the ground rumbles beneath you as you try to get just the right angle. supergirl’s holding up a building while a few civilians scramble out from underneath it. you adjust the depth of field slightly, snapping a few shots and focusing on her in your viewfinder.
you don’t even notice the building behind yourself starting to topple. within a moment’s notice, the area underneath the building she’s holding up is cleared and she flies towards you. she scoops you in her arms and flies you up towards the roof of a standing building, placing you flat on your feet.
“do you mind holding your pose for a moment?” you ask, stepping back a few feet to focus her to perfect your rule of thirds.
she calls out your name, exasperated.
“no, seriously. this is front page material, supes.” you tell her, even crouching down to get a better angle.
you get one photo in before she’s snatching your very expensive camera out of your hands and huffing out a curse. you smile up at her before raising to your full height. behind her, you can roughly make out the justice gang fighting some robot or kaiju or funky alien. you couldn’t care less, really.
she holds your camera out of your reach. “i’m not always going to be here to save you, shutterbug.” supergirl’s mouth is pinched in the corner of her mouth in disappointment.
“you’ve done quite a good job so far.” you tease, a fluttery feeling in your stomach at the sound of your nickname. you try reaching for your camera to which she only hovers in the air to get it out of your reach.
“just lucky.” she retorts back. she turns around to look at the monster wreaking havoc on metropolis and a sense of urgency surges in her chest. she looks back at you. “don’t let it run out on you.” she tosses your camera back at you. you fumble with it a few times before finally getting a good grip on it.
she gives you a slight nod and lopsided smile before flying off to help the justice gang. not before you snap a few photos, of course.
the next time she saves you, though, you really should’ve been paying attention.
metropolis is nowhere near as crime infested as gotham, anyone could tell you that. but you should’ve been a bit more aware of your surroundings on your daily commute after work.
you hum along to the song playing in your earphones, digging in your purse for the keys to your apartment before you feel something cold press against your back. someone tugs at the wires of your earphones, effectively ripping them out of your ears.
“no one has to get hurt, girly.” the slimy voice tells you. immediately, you raise your arms in the air defensively. you nod incessantly, unable to find your voice in such a moment.
“i’m gonna count to three and you’re gonna slowly drop your purse, alright?” he commands. tears prick at your eyes and you’re about to nod again before you hear a second voice.
“i’d call it more of a tote bag, but i don’t think you’ve got a big enough brain to tell the difference.”
“supergirl?”
supergirl!
“you fuckin’ bet it is.” you can feel the gun pressed to your back start to shake. you hear her footsteps draw closer. “so here’s what’s gonna happen - cause i’m a bit tired tonight, if i’m gonna be honest.”
you turn around to watch the scene unfold, slowly lowering your arms back to your side. the robber, however, is frozen in his spot.
supergirl reaches for the gun, crunching it in her fist before tossing it down the alley she emerged from. “you -” she pokes his chest with enough force, nearly knocking the robber off his feet. “are gonna stop following innocent girls home. you’re going to stop your life of thievery, or whatever you call this, and get a real job. like grownups do.”
she pushes him again, actually causing the robber to fall flat on his ass. “and you’re gonna get lost before i actually get pissed off.” there’s a beat. “do i make myself clear?” supergirl asks, crossing her arms
it’s his turn to nod incessantly. she turns to look at you, gaze softening. “anything else to add, shutterbug?”
you feel that devastating, lovey-dovey sensation in your stomach again. “think you got it all covered, supes.”
she sends a smile your way before looking back over at the robber, who quickly scrambles to his feet and scampers off like a dog with his tail between his legs.
supergirl watches him for a moment, to make sure he really doesn’t come back before swiveling on her heel to look at you. she steps towards you, placing a hand on your arm and a finger under your chin as if she was inspecting you.
“you okay?” she asks, sounding oddly vulnerable.
“now that you’re here.” you smile at her.
when she’s deemed you safe enough, she swats your arm gently with the hand that had been caressing it. “you’ve seriously gotta be more careful.” she huffs out your name exasperatedly - she’d been doing that a lot more often as of late.
“i swear! i swear i will. moving forward, of course.” you nod, feeling a bit embarrassed at her having to save you.
there’s a beat of silence between the two of you, comfortable yet charged. you swear she’s leaning forward before you speak. “were you watching me on my walk home?”
“very presumptuous of you.” supergirl scoffs.
“don’t tell me you’ve got a soft spot.” you tease, a knowing grin on your face.
“i don’t.” she’s not very convincing. “i hear the justice gang. and a cat stuck in a tree. and some other girl getting mugged!” she gasps sarcastically as she backs away from you.
“thank you, supergirl!” you call out to her before she sends a wink your way and takes off.
you cringe inwardly at yourself as you continue fishing in your tote bag for your keys. note to self: don’t listen to music on the way home.
you’d hate to admit it, but you’ve rehearsed this moment more than you would like to admit. clark’s birthday had rolled around since the first time you had gotten hired and of course, you got an invitation.
well, everyone at the daily planet did. but, hey, your invitation was specifically adorned with a supergirl sticker by clark himself.
you weren’t sure why you were nervous. it was just clark’s birthday party. you’d been to plenty of banquets for the daily planet within the short time you’d been hired. for some reason, this just felt a little bit more intimate than you would’ve thought.
you teeter on the balls of your feet as you stare at the door to clark’s apartment. you can hear the faint sound of some pop-punk song you’ve never heard of and laughter. clark’s wrapped present sits in your hands and you have half the mind to leave it at his doorstep and scurry away.
before you can even weigh your options, the door swings open to reveal clark. he’s dressed down from his typical office attire, but still donning a grin as he looks down at you. it’s almost as if he could sense your trepidation.
he greets you by name, placing a warm hand on your shoulder as he ushers you in. “i’m glad you could make it!” clark tells you, voice slightly raised so you could hear him over the music.
“thanks for inviting me!” your smile is a bit forced as you watch him close the door behind the two of you. you hand your wrapped present to him. “i hope you like it.” you chuckle nervously.
he takes it with a smile, thanking you gently before placing it on his coffee table with, what you assume are, the rest of his gifts. “i’m sure you know everyone here!” clark nods, pushing his glasses up with his pointer finger.
he’s about to open his mouth to speak before jimmy interrupts, wedging his way between the two of you. you can smell the fruity scent of beer on him before he even speaks, excusing the two of them to go take some photos.
you nod, wetting your lips nervously before taking a seat on clark’s couch next to the loaded coffee table. you tap your fingers on your knees, looking around awkwardly before someone sits down next to you.
“you look like you need a drink.”
you whip your head towards the direction of the voice. it’s a blonde girl offering you a beer. although you don’t recognize her, she looks oddly familiar. she tilts her head in your direction before waving the open beer in your face tauntingly.
“thank you.” you say, although you huff and take it from her grasp. you take a sip of the beer, grimacing a bit at the bitter carbonation.
“i take it you don’t go out very often.” blondie teases.
“not enough hours in a day to work at the daily planet and have a life, i’m afraid.” you purse your lips.
that earns you a chuckle from her. you’re not sure if it’s the liquid confidence or the simple fact a pretty girl has come to your rescue, but you can feel your stomach flutter with something disastrous.
“kara.” she introduces, sticking a hand out towards you. you blink at it. typically only reporters and businessmen offered you a handshake, but you shake hers anyway. her hand is warm in yours. “clark’s cousin.” ah, must run in the family.
you introduce yourself, taking another sip of your beer before letting your hand fall back down to your side.
“i know.” kara tells you. you squint at her. “i - i mean, clark talks about you sometimes.” she rushes out, almost a bit too quickly.
you nod at her response. “he talks about you too sometimes. mostly your dog, really.” you chuckle.
her smile grows at the mention of her dog. you can only feel it be reflected on yourself, feeling your own nerves settle. subconsciously, you feel your body shift towards hers.
“krypto? ah, he’s just a puppy.” kara fondly explains, waving a hand in the air absentmindedly. you’ve seen the pictures. he’s well past puppy, but you let the pretty girl tell you otherwise. “he means no harm, seriously.”
you spend the rest of the night talking to kara, moving from his couch to his balcony where the air is cooler and you can hear each other much better. the two of you lean against his balcony, backs towards the rest of the party where it’s sealed behind his glass sliding door.
“i feel like we’ve met before.” you tell her in your tipsy stupor, on your third beer of the night while she’s stayed sober.
she swallows thickly, eyes drifting from the night’s skyline back to meet yours. “i think i know what you mean.” kara shrugs, almost mysteriously. you bump your shoulder against hers before letting your head rest on her shoulder. she wraps an arm around your shoulders, letting you lean against her easier.
you don’t know how long you two stay like that, but you can hear the sliding door open behind the two of you. “we’re about to sing happy birthday, you two.” lois’ voice calls out. you almost jump a foot in the air.
“right, we’ll - we’ll be back in a minute.” you offer a sheepish smile. her eyes flicker between the two of you before she squints just the tiniest bit, then goes to close the sliding door once more and head back to the party.
you turn to kara. “we should .. probably ..” you point your thumb in the general direction of the party.
she nods at you, about to head back to the party before you tug at her sleeve. “i, um, wanted to say thank you, by the way.” you start. kara turns to face you. “i was totally content just sinking into clark’s couch and pretending to be busy on my settings app. so. thanks, for coming to my rescue.”
the smile on her face is kind and affectionate. “seems like it’s kinda my job,” she retorts. you blink at her, confused and a bit embarrassed. you open and close your mouth, trying to find the words. “isn’t it, shutterbug?”
this time, your jaw falls open and her smile only grows wider. “c’mon, we can’t leave clark hanging.” she wraps an arm around your waist, the motion way too familiar, as she opens the sliding door and ushers the two of you back inside.
!!!!: reader has a pussy, reader is a civilian, spanking, slapping, choking, daddy kink, humiliation kink, brat tamming if you really squint, corruption kink if you REALLY REALLY squint, dom top!kara, sub bottom!reader, not proofread, kara swears the strap is her real dick, smut + fluff at the end.
she actually didn't believe you when you asked her to be rough to you during sex. it's not that she's not into it, but when she met you, you were so cute. so sweet and innocent. she thought she'd have vanilla sex for the rest of her life— and she was fine with it.
but thanks god she was wrong.
“you really want that, don't you?” kara whispered near your face, her strap sliding in and out your cunt, and she swears she can feel your gummy walls gripping her length. she watches you nodding intensely, the pleasure already overwhelming you. “yes, yes yes yes yes yes. please baby.”
she rests her forehead against yours as she holds your face with her hand. she was repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, making you dig your nails on her back. “god, you're nasty.”
you feel a weak and hesitant slap on the side of your face, the same side kara was caressing five seconds ago. you know she's holding back, and you'd think it's sweet that she's worried about hurting you if you weren't desperate to cum.
“fuck kara, i'm not made of glass.” the small crack in your voice sounded like you were about to cry from frustration, and she doesn't know if it worries her or if it makes her even more wet. “gee you can't do shit, can-”
this time you feel an actual slap on your face. one that stings, one that makes a tear roll down your eye. and before you know it, you feel a hand squeezing your neck— not hard enough to completely suffocate you, but also enough to feel the strong grip kara has.
loud moans escape from your lips, nails digging into the skin of her butt and drool running down your mouth. kara stays silent at first, looking at your reaction with wide eyes and a big smile on her face. “oh god. you're so into it.” she leans closer to kiss you, muffling her own moans. “can't believe i'm with someone so weird.” she mumbles between kisses, hand moving to give you a hard slap on the side of your ass.
her thrusts get messier, rougher, her grip on your neck slightly tightening. she can feel you're getting close— she already memorized how fast your heartbeat is when you're about to cum, how loud your moans get and how you hold onto her like your life depends on it.
the hand on your neck moves to grabs your face and holds it, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek as she ruins your poor cunt. “cmon lovebug, show me how much you love when daddy treats you like a damn whore.”
and that was enough for you. the strongest orgasm you ever had hits you instantly, nails scratching kara's skin as you bury your face on the crook of her neck. it takes you a while to finally let go of her and fully lay your body on the bed.
she gently slides the strap out your pussy before leaning down to check on you, brushing the hair sticking on your sweaty forehead.
“are you ok baby? did i hurt you? did you like it?” her concern warms your heart, your hands pulling kara to lay her head on your chest, and she immediately obliged. you wrapped your arms around her shoulders and placed a kiss on her head.
“i'm good. you were perfect.” you whisper against her scalp, throwing your leg on top of hers. relief washes over kara, and she finally allows herself to snuggle against you and bury her face on your collarbone.
“i wonder if you have any other kinky stuff going inside your head.” she mumbles against your skin, earning a chuckle from you. “i do, but i'll keep it as a secret for now.” “ugh.”
Summary: Clark brings his cousin to work and you take her out on your lunch break
Pairing/WC/Tags: DCU!Kara x fem!reporter!reader / 897 / wlw fluff, Kara can’t speak much English, brunch au
A/N: for @juniebjonesin picnic blanket prompts “try it? For me?” Idk WHAT yall talkin bout I loved the Supergirl movie
Clark is nearly a foot off the elevator when you shoot him a look. “You’re late.”
“It’s barely nine am,” Clark laughs, his eyes crinkling before he steps back. “I wanted to introduce my cousin, Kara. She’ll be staying with me for, uh, a bit.”
You smile as you take in the short blonde standing behind him, and extend your hand. “Kara, hi, I’m-“
You pause as she stares at your hand, unblinking before her eyes move to scan the newsroom. She looks overwhelmed, flinching when the phone rings.
“H-hi.” She says, looking to Clark and he nods.
“Oh you don’t speak English,” you say, lowering your voice. “You’re learning?”
Kara nods looking increasingly embarrassed. Clark adjusts his glasses. “She’s still getting the hang of it. She’s…from Europe.”
You glance between them, and when Kara speaks you highly doubt it’s a European language. Clark had always been a little strange, a little off, but he’s kind and you’re willing to bet so is his cousin. Everyone at the Daily Planet had their secrets, and you have a sneaking suspicion Kara’s is the biggest.
“Would you like to get lunch with me?” You ask and Kara blinks.
“You and me?” She gestures between you both and you nod.
You grin. “Yes. Unless you have plans.”
She looks to Clark again before shaking her head slowly. “No…no plan.”
“Great,” you beam. “I know a place.”
-
Lunch with Kara is maybe one of the most adorable things you’ve ever witnessed.
You take her to a small sushi restaurant down the block, explaining the menu as she watches with laser-beam focus. She asks questions using broken English and gestures, and you try to answer as best you can.
“What do you usually eat?” You ask after ordering you both waters, and Kara tilts her head.
“Usually?”
“Yeah,” you try. “Favorite food?”
Kara thinks, her brows raised before she says. “The pie.”
“Pie?” You reply and she nods.
“Many pie.”
You grin. “That’s a very specific answer.”
Kara’s own mouth spreads into a smile, matching your own, and you feel suddenly bare under her gaze.
When the food arrives, Kara becomes entranced by the chopsticks. Holding them carefully, she tries to mimic your actions, picking up a roll that immediately drops. With a frown, she tries again, watching as you pop a roll into your mouth.
“You’re fighting with them,” you offer. “Try holding them like this.”
You hold up your fingers, showing your grip, and Kara looks confused again. “Fight?”
“Yes, and the chopsticks are winning.” After a few more failed attempts, you grab a dumpling with your own chopsticks and raise it to her. “Here.”
Leaning forward, Kara sniffs the food inconspicuously before frowning and pulling away. You laugh, shaking your head as she looks between you and the dumpling.
“Try it,” you chuckle, then raise a brow. “For me?”
Kara blinks, a faint blush creeping along her face before she leans forward and takes a bite. She chews slowly, and then is nodding, leaning forward to finish the piece.
“It good,” Kara hums after she swallows. “Very good.”
She smiles, and something about it makes your heart skip a beat.
-
“How was lunch?” Clark asks as you and Kara approach his desk, his grin contagious.
“Good,” Kara says, looking between you and him. She pats her stomach and you smile. “Food ah, yum.”
“Well thanks for joining me. I should get back to work,” you look at her with a softening smile. “I hope to see you again soon.”
“Soon?” Kara echos, and you nod.
“Yes,” you hum. “Soon.”
A small smile tugs at her lips as she watches you return to your desk, your words sitting like a promise in her chest.
-
That night, Clark finds Kara sitting quietly by the window ceil, Krypto in her lap. He gives her a smile, trying to put her at ease. Kara’s transition into Metropolis hasn’t exactly been smooth, but so long as he’s patient, it hasn’t been so bad.
“Long day?”
“Women,” Kara says, her blonde brows knitted together. “At office. She is different.”
“Woman,” Clark corrects, and he sits down beside his cousin. “And I suppose to you, she is.”
“I have…met a many people,” Kara struggles to find her words and Clark waits. “But that woman…make me not so strange.”
Clark licks his lower lip, clasping his hands. “She made you feel welcomed? Like you belong?”
“She smiles,” kara nods, running her fingers over Kryptos back. “She help me, for me. She nice.”
“You like her.”
“Like her?” Kara questions, and Clark holds his hands up in the shape of a heart. Kara’s eyes widen and she shakes her head. “I no say that.”
“You didn’t have to,” Clark chuckles. “But it’s okay, you’re right. She is nice.”
“You…” Kara pauses, then holds her hands up in a heart. “Her too?”
“Oh, no,” Clark says with a shake of his head. “No I fear my type is a bit more…uh, bossy.”
Kara isn’t sure she understands him but she stays quiet nonetheless. After a little while Clark stands, bidding her goodnight and when he’s gone, Kara lays back on the sofa. She thinks about you, the way you look at her and how you laugh. She wonders if finally, after all these months, she had found someone on Earth besides her cousin that makes her want to stay.
3.2k / nsfw. kara zor-el x fem, kryptonian!reader. kara gets you to do “red” (red-kryptonite), not realizing it’s something of an aphrodisiac for you. cws: straight nsfw, strap usage, mild ass slapping, mild hair pulling, squirting. bratty sub/bottom kara + dom/top reader. strap occasionally referred to as cock/dick. + masterlist.
✦ "HAVE YOU EVER done red before?” kara asks. the club music is so loud that you can barely hear her voice, even though she’s standing right beside you, her hands wrapped loosely around your waist. a hiccup leaves your lips, undoubtedly due to the out-of-this-world alien alcohol you’ve been drinking all night. it’s your first time off earth, your first time in an extraterrestrial club, and as you shake your head no and watch your girlfriend start to dig deep into her pockets, you quickly realize it’ll be your first time doing “red”— whatever the hell that is.
in her hands, it’s glittery, powdery, and, unsurprisingly, red. catching your skeptical gaze, she explains, “it’s like… cocaine? but not as crazy, i promise. it’s for people like us.” her eyebrows waggle to suggest something, but you don’t quite catch the implication.
tilting your head, you pinch some of the substance from her palm. you let the powder sprinkle down into your other hand, and it feels less like powder and more like a collection of fine, small rocks. “like us?” you question.
“kryptonians,” she replies, nodding, “it’s just a little bit. it won’t hurt. promise. it was really popular at home, you know? think of it as tradition, okay? or, think of it as fun with your girlfriend.”
how true that is, it being popular at home, is up for debate.
whether or not you could call krypton home? also up for debate.
“my girlfriend, who, of course, never tempts me into doing wrong,” you chuckle, your tone sarcastic, “my girlfriend who’s never gotten me in trouble, that girlfriend.”
the blonde laughs before pressing against you, letting her eyes wander along the entirety of your face. her gaze feels thick and heavy, almost like a real pressure against your skin. you catch yourself biting your lip just as she smirks, “what? you’ve got another girlfriend?” her free hand pinches your side, causing you to lean away, giggling.
“of course not,” you coo, batting your eyes, “wouldn’t dream of it.”
she rolls her eyes, not out of disbelief but out of playfulness. then, she orders, “snort it.” kara doesn’t wait a single second before sniffing along her own palm, inhaling every last bit before letting out a soft sigh, beaming. how the texture of the powder doesn’t irritate her nose is beyond your comprehension. “c’mon, c’mon,” she starts, nudging you until you give in.
“alright, alright.” you wave her off, then carefully inhale the red powder up your nose. it doesn’t hit immediately, though your nose tingles from the sudden, new sensation. it doesn’t hurt like you thought it might, it doesn’t even irritate the insides of your nose; it just tingles, causing you to pinch your nose once or twice to try and get rid of the feeling. “that didn’t do anything,” you mutter, “maybe it did for you. you’re grinning like a lunatic.”
“i’m grinning because my girlfriend listens to and trusts me.” a bullshit retort, but you don’t have time to give your own quip before she leans in to kiss your forehead. her lips curl into a smile as they meet your skin, all warm and familiar. “it’ll catch up to you later. let’s just dance for now. c’mon, let’s dance.” taking hold of your hand, kara drags you closer to the DJ and the dancefloor. loud, energetic, nearly psychedelic beats become all you can hear. every part of you feels loose and fluid as you move, though it’s hard to tell if it’s the alcohol or the “red” you had a bump of. the world seems to shrink down to just you and your girlfriend, and for a while, you feel completely at peace.
✦ THEN, YOU WAKE up. as you leave slumber, you’re greeted by a mild ache in your lower stomach and zero memory of how you managed to get back to your apartment on earth. usually, you’re the one that gets you and kara home. speaking of kara… glancing to your right, you manage to see the blonde clinging to your body, her face pressed against your breasts. typical. with the slow throbbing at the bottom of your stomach growing more and more intense, you decide to try and get out of bed to grab some water. the moment you move, however, is the moment the feeling shifts, no longer an ache but a pulse. a want, no, a need.
need. it’s all too clear, now. that sudden, warm sensation all over your body. the kind that urges you to suck in a deep breath, to try and relax. your legs close themselves, pressing together. “fuck,” you mumble. it’s way too early in the morning to be feeling this bothered. horny isn’t the word you think of at first at first, but when you glance over at your girlfriend again, that quickly changes— closed, calm eyes, her lips subtly smiling in her sleep… forcing your gaze away from her suddenly becomes one of the hardest challenges you’ve ever faced. trying to dismiss the sudden onslaught of perverse thoughts that come after proves to be even more difficult.
you’ve never been a morning sex person before, but this morning’s different. you’re different. you’re… “kara,” you murmur, quiet at first before raising your volume some, “kara, wake up.” you gently rock her, then pull yourself up into a sitting position which causes her to slide into your lap. “kara,” you try again. this time, you’re rewarded with the sound of her groaning.
her hand slaps around haphazardly, searching for an alarm to turn off. when she accidentally hits your legs and feels skin, she opts to wake herself up. “g’morning,” she starts in a sleepy drawl, blinking up at you. you’re almost ashamed of how hot you find her dazed eyes. “what’s up?”
you shrug lightly, “nothing, really. i’m just wondering… you know, about last night—”
a shit-eating smirk immediately graces her lips and you feel a pit open in your stomach, unrelated to the other presence there. “last night? you were a machine last night,” kara chuckles, poking at your chest, “you were insane. it was just round after round, baby. i love that about you.”
“what?”
“you don’t remember? you’re lucky we’re both kryptonian, you probably would’ve fucked me to death otherwise. it was like… maybe two hours after we had that red kryptonite. you got all antsy, then nervous, asking me to go home. we got here, but you changed again. and then…” she pulls aside the sheets, gesturing to her legs; she’s not wearing any underwear and bite marks still linger along her thighs leading up to her pelvis. “you were a very hungry girl,” she whispers teasingly, causing you to scoff.
instinctively, your arms cross in defense. it would only boost her ego to admit you’re still in the mood, and yet you crave kara, now. your mind wanders, imagining her on her back, bouncing off of you, clawing at your skin, and groaning, cursing, and gasping. your own cunt throbbed at the imagery alone, saliva pooling in your mouth before you swallow. “i’m still hungry,” you let slip under your breath, uncrossing your arms and sliding yourself out of bed.
“still hungry?” your girlfriend repeats, lifting her head in time to watch you dig inside your closet and pull out a sizable strap. pink and thick with ridges: kara’s favorite. the sight alone has her heart fluttering, excitement manifesting first as a smile on her lips and then as wetness between her thighs. “i guess i don’t have much else to do today outside of satiating your appetite,” she finally replies, laying back against the pillows and kicking aside the sheets. a halo of blonde hair splays out around her head while she watches you prepare. “i didn’t think red kryptonite would be a sex-pill for you,” she chuckles.
“well, now you’ll learn your lesson,” you mutter, adjusting the strap along your waist before striding over to the bed, “everyone has different responses to different things.” you pause as you approach her, deciding abruptly, “i want you on your knees, actually.”
“surprising from you,” she remarks, “i thought you loved to see my face.”
immediately, you reassure her, “i do. i just want something… a little different, this time. it’ll just be one round, i swear, i just need to burn this off.”
“yeah, yeah.” kara shifts, flipping onto her back and then getting onto her hands and knees. she glances over her shoulder to find you already holding your strap up to her entrance, wasting no time at all. the mushroom head brushes along her outer folds playfully before you push them aside with two fingers. a shiver runs through her body in anticipation as you tease her cunt with a few passes. after a few moments, however, you give in to your own cravings, gripping her hips with one hand as you urge your cock carefully into her pussy. it’s torture, going so slow. still, you’d hate to tear your girlfriend in two, so you let her natural lubrication and her own want for your strap dictate the pace at which you push in (the pace they’ve set, unfortunately for you, is slow).
when you finally bottom out, you relax your grip on kara’s hips, rocking back and then easing the thick, pink strap back inside. her head drops, eyes probably already closed and fuck, if it isn’t incredibly sexy how she sucks in her breath… “you good, baby?”
“another day in paradise,” she breathes out, nodding faintly. “go on. i can take it.”
“tell me when to stop.” you start to pull out and push in, starting off at a very careful pace before picking up speed to something more casual. it was nowhere near as intense as you originally craved, but your concern for kara always managed to triumph everything else, including your libido. if anything, exhibiting your care for her only made the moment more intimate. something about the self-restraint… maybe you’re stroking your own ego, though.
when your girlfriend doesn’t give you any sign or word to stop, you slip almost all of the way out and then slide back in, burying yourself to the hilt just to hear her gasp and accuse you of playing dirty. “can’t be playing dirty if it’s my game,” you shoot back, accentuating your words with a good thrust.
“oh, there it is,” she chuckles, “there’s the beast from last night.” her hands start to grip the bedding, curling in on themselves as she tries her best to keep her breathing even.
in a mutter, you reply, “i could have you pinned to the floor and you’d still be teasing.”
and then, kara says this: “oh please, you like shutting me up.”
and that? that, to you, sounds a lot like permission. and who are you to pass up on such an offer?
grabbing hold of her hips, you begin to speed up your pace, grunting with every other thrust. the bed rocks beneath you both as you move not only your own body, but kara’s by pulling her back, forcing her to take the entirety of your strap each time you push back in. as her own grunts turn into groans, you snake one hand along her back and reach for her hair, gently tugging on it to keep her head lifted up. “i thought you could take it, kara?” you purr from behind, “what gives? keep your head up, i wanna hear everything clearly.”
the blonde moans, feeling her insides stretch and squeeze mercilessly around your cock. that blissful sensation of her pussy being stuffed full is enough to have her eyes closing and her head drooping despite her best efforts at remaining put together. with every drop of her head comes a chastising tug of her hair, the tingling pain mixing in with the tingling pleasure spreading throughout her body. “fuck,” she grits out, “so good, baby, you’re so good.” a string of kryptonian words follow in another moan, her voice growing shaky. the ridges catch along her walls on the way in and out, her own tightness making things worse for her.
still, you don’t let up. you keep going, fucking your strap into her and admiring how she sounds— desperate, breathless, but not yet broken— and how she looks— covered in a light sweat, toes curled, and knuckles white from gripping the sheets so tightly. on her palms are probably little crescent marks from her nails. the thought alone makes you smirk. “you can take it,” you reassure her. the wet, squelching noise of your thrusts inside was soft at first, but grow louder with every passing second, a sign that she’s soaked. maybe you were wrong and kara couldn’t take it. but, judging from the sounds from her cunt and her mouth, she really wants to, and you’ve never been one to deny her.
the hand not gripping her hair slides from her hip to her ass, palming it over leisurely before giving one of her cheeks a light smack. the medium-sized mound jiggles some before going relatively still. kara gasps, then groans as your strap manages to slip in and brush that special spot inside of her. it isn’t long before you focus in on that area, aiming as best as you can at it. meanwhile, you continue feeling her ass over, the warm, soft roundness of her behind almost worsening your roughness (cuteness aggression, maybe? ass aggression would be more accurate). watching it blossom into a pinkish hue all around only excited you into slapping it once more. kara can take it, surely. one more slap. two more. fuck it, why not three?
yes, the ass-slapping, the hair pulling, the thrusting deep and hard and fast; she wanted it, she taunted you into this. “i think i shut you up nicely, wouldn’t you agree?”
in reply, all you get is a whimper, and hitch of her breath. with every push in, the strap jostles along your hips. you don’t need the stimulation though to grow wet. just the sight of your girlfriend bouncing wordlessly on your dick was enough to make you feel close.
with a soft chuckle, you let go of her hair, letting her head fall forward as you continue stuffing her full. pearly, off-white beads slowly start to dribble out of her hole and smear along your pink strap, coating it in natural lubrication that squelches as you move in and out of her. sweat covers both of your bodies in a thin layer, the warmth in the room and making both of you breathe heavy like dogs. “pretty little pussy takes my cock so well,” you praise her breathlessly, watching her ass bounce against your waist as you two make contact, “takes it like a champ. such a good girl, keeping quiet and taking every inch.”
“mmm,” she whines in agreement. her toes curl in tight as you hit her special spot once more, her entire body spasming. kara’s eyes go half-lidded, all glossy and sex-dazed. the thickness of your strap is all she can focus on, her walls squeezing around it as she lets her head hang. “ohh, i’m close. i’m so close,” she sputters, the words heavy on her tongue and half jumbled, “don’t stop, babe, please. fuck me, fuck me, let me cum.” her bravado disappears as her climax closes in on her, forcing her to beg for your strap in a pitched up voice. “i need you! please, i need your dick, i need it!”
“you want this dick?” you ask playfully, continuing to slam into her. the sound of you plap-plap-plapping against her fills the room— hell, it might be heard from your apartment’s hallway. “this dick that’s been stretching you out, filling you up? ruining your pussy? this is the dick you want?”
your girlfriend’s answer comes out in something of a scream, her body shaking as she approaches her climax. “ah, yes! fuck, yes!” she continues to babble, but you scoot in close and force her head down into the pillows to muffle her. no point in letting your neighbors hear her beg for strap. with her ass up in the air and her head down in the bed, she twitches, toes curling and uncurling, arms giving out, and her cunt flutters before she finally convulses and begins to drip. the sound that leaves her lips as you fuck kara through her orgasm is close a sex-driven squeal that leads to panting and cursing.
as you thrust into her a few more times, thick, white droplets drip from her pussy. when you finally pull out, however, dragging your dick out and then teasing along the blonde’s puffy pussy, a clear fluid begins to spurt out from her cunt. it’s a soft burst of squirt, one that pauses as before starting again when you rub the tip of your strap against her pussy again. you pull away just in time to watch hear her cry “oh, oh, fuck!” and watch her quivering cunt spray the bed in squirt, leaving the bedding around her damp. her poor pussy’s left soaked by the end of it, droplets of squirt collecting and falling down from between her thighs.
“oh, shit…” kara breathes out, “shit, baby…” her legs still twitch as she slowly untenses. at the same time, you watch with fascination, salivating as your girlfriend drips before you like a leaky faucet.
“i didn’t know you could squirt,” you murmur as you move some of your hair back, leaning down and grabbing hold of her thighs to hold her still. without hesitation, you start to suck along every part of her pussy you can reach from behind, licking and lapping like a woman dying of thirst. you’re not ashamed to admit it tastes like ambrosia for you. then again, anything from kara would, wouldn’t it?
“i didn’t know— oh, babe— baby, please,” she snivels, though her words are muffled by the pillow she’s pleading into. “’m sensitive, oh… baby, c’mon, just a little break. you promised one round.”
lifting your head for a moment, you huff, “i never said i was an honest woman.” giving her thighs an affectionate squeeze, you hum. “keeping me from heaven, how cruel, kara.”
“keeping you from destroying me, more like,” she manages to scoff, finally lowering her butt and curling in on herself. she sighs airily, “that was… amazing. just… give me five minutes.”
you chuckle before crawling beside her and lowering yourself down, letting the thick, pink strap brush against kara’s thighs as you press in close. “i would give you the world,” you murmur, reaching out to tuck some of her hair out of her face.
kara hums affectionately. “mm. sounds like the red’s wearing off.”
the response causes you to gently shake your head before leaning over and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “not even close. but i can wait five minutes for before going in for seconds. i have class.”
“class,” she repeats, sucking in a sharp breath, “sure, if that’s what you wanna call it…” her pussy’s spent. her body’s still sensitive all over, and yet, she’s still looking forward to round two. perks of being kryptonian, kara supposes.
or maybe it’s just a perk of you being her girlfriend. her girlfriend who loves her more than anything and is also more than capable of fucking her into a mattress. yeah, that girlfriend.
wow, so… that was a lot. um, anyways, like and subscribe for more girls squirt content, i guess. sorry anon if you wanted something normal IM SO SORRY. also i never got around to describing it but kara has bush OK BYE!
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