Better Than Flying

Rating: Explicit, ABO, Alpha Kara, Omega Lena.


Description: Kara has learned a lot about herself since becoming Supergirl, except how to approach the hot new CEO of L-Corp. In fact, just the thought of Lena Luthor is enough to short circuit Kara's mind. Caught between endlessly daydreaming of the perfect way to pick her up and rambling whenever she's around Lena, Kara finally lands her chance to ask her out - only to discover they're already on a date. [Winner of a March Madness poll].


Tags: Big dumbass energy, Kara's a virgin, Lena has tattoos and piercings, first date, first kiss, cream pies, dirty talk, comedy, stupidity, Lena's seduction game is stronger than Kara's self restraint.



Word count: 7,040

After meeting Lena Luthor for the first time, Kara felt her chest swell with a strange and uplifting emotion. She walked around with her shoulders held high and just a little bit of superpower in her stride.

At times throughout the day, she caught herself thinking of Lena and blushing, and as she zoomed around National City on patrol after work, she began to think that some force of fate brought them together — a force at the least greater than her suspicious cousin and a helicopter with a damaged engine.

Over the passing weeks, Lena became a visitor in her imagination, and in all of the frequent fantasy scenarios, Kara succeeded in making an impression.

She sucked at flirting in reality, often unraveled by a snort at the end of a long laugh, but she was confident and even sexy in her best fictional moments.

Her inner dork kept track of all her great one-liners, and she drifted through each day with a constant dialogue in her head.

It would have come in handy if the dialogue hadn’t completely evaporated in the heat that bounced off Lena whenever Kara arrived at her office for very important work-related reasons.

One day, Kara got lucky and noticed Lena in a neutral place where professional duties didn’t get in the way.

She couldn’t have come up with a better scenario. Alex had to cancel their lunch plans, and Lena was sitting in her favorite restaurant poring over spread sheets.

After some mild coaxing, Kara persuaded Lena to have an impromptu lunch date. She gave the suggestion with her brightest, winning smile, but then she forgot all of the topics they were supposed to discuss. It didn’t help that she was starved or that the waiter brought over all kinds of appetizers that made her embarrass herself.

Kara had a pot sticker stuffed in her mouth when Lena sat forward and asked a question that she dreamed about no less than a hundred times. “So, Miss Danvers, what do you like to do for fun?”

Kara swallowed her food whole and washed it down with a big gulp of soda. Her ideal answers were all simple: help people, read books, write, eat, play competitive games.

Instead, she blurted out a more recent hobby she developed after a game night was rescheduled. “I love jumping off buildings.”

Kara corrected course as Lena narrowed her eyes quizzically. “Yeah, it’s this whole new craze in bungee jumping. You can’t do it everywhere, but what a rush. Gee, I’m sorry for rambling on about myself. How about you? What do you like to do?”

Her charm was thicker than glue and just as messy, but Lena chuckled at her and put a hand on her arm. “Well, I’m not that much of a daredevil, but I do appreciate a good thrill. How do you feel about roller coasters?”

“Love them!” Kara exclaimed and nibbled on a spring roll that she had snagged with her chopsticks. “I love theme parks in general. I think I’ve been on every ride at every park on the west coast, but I —  oh, I honestly lead a very tame life outside of that. Yeah, I also spend a lot of my time at libraries.”

If she wasn’t careful, Kara knew her rambling would get her into trouble. She ducked in her chair as she mentally went over the long list of reasons Alex told her not to discuss her real interests and hobbies with anyone.

You’ll give away your true identity.


Everyone in our family will suffer.


Your hobbies aren’t that interesting anyway.

In her usual self-conscious fashion, Kara pushed her glasses up on her nose to cover for her outburst and glanced down at Lena’s perfectly soft lips. Her minimal experience with kissing would be a problem if Lena ever decided to pucker up — not that Kara would ever assume that it could happen when this was their first time hanging out.

Even so, Kara figured she would have to work on her technique. She lifted her drink and took a sip as she pondered who to talk to about that and whether she could be casual enough when discussing it, so Alex didn’t automatically guess she needed tips for herself.

For an alpha with super abilities, Kara had a lot of very human shortcomings, and she often wondered if she would ever be able to overcome them.

Talking to omegas never seemed to be easy, and she went red as she caught Lena staring at her.

“I asked if you have a favorite book,” Lena muttered and maintained the kind of eye contact that someone might use with a person that they suspected was having some sort of episode. “Kara, are you okay?”

“My favorite book, you asked my favorite book—right, it’s The Great Gatsby.” Kara shook off the awkwardness of her distraction by leaning forward and propping her chin on one hand. “I was just thinking how much fun it would be if you came to this game night I host for my friends. Maybe we can also convince everyone to go on a group outing to that new theme park that just opened. What’s it called? Heyworld?”

“A group thing?” Lena asked with a small twist to her lips and a crease between her eyebrows. “Sure, that could be fun. You can also count me in for game night."

Kara grew a few inches in her seat, gaining confidence from the success of chatting with Lena. She breathed in the aroma of Lena’s pheromones, struck by the omega’s open and curious scents.

“Oh, you’re going to love it. When we do team games, you can be mine.” The words flew out of her mouth without any filter and Kara wanted to suck them back in so bad that she inhaled an entire ice cube from her drink.

“On mine. On my team.” She wheezed, and tried not to look at Lena in case she had blown her chance before even working up the courage to ask her out. “We’ll be great together.”

Lena sucked on her back teeth and squinted playfully at Kara as she sat forward to level her with a look. “There’s one thing you ought to know about me, Kara, and it’s that I don’t like to lose. I play hard, and I expect to win.”

Kara smiled dopily as a shiver ran down her spine. There was something in the way Lena had said play hard that loosened the screws in her mind. She stopped picturing the wooden blocks of Jenga tumbling to the floor and imagined Lena falling into her bed instead.

“I promise I won’t ever let you down.”

Game night had never felt so important, and after that lunch, Kara became fixated on it.

She bought a whole new pack of cards, dusted off the Trivia board and bought more dice than was necessary for any of the games she owned. Over the next few days, she stocked up on Lena’s favorite wine by casually flying past her apartment to read the labels on the bottles.

Granted, she only did that once, because the second time she hovered outside Lena’s penthouse, she used her x-ray vision to see if Lena was home. All she had wanted to do was call and see if Lena smiled while talking to her, but she had gotten an unexpected eyeful of tattoos and nipple piercings.

Right after that, she plummeted out of the sky and forgot how to fly.

She took out a boutique roof on the way down, and the headlines speculated what new foe Supergirl had been fighting to cause such damage.

Kara couldn’t function after that incident, and her body betrayed her every chance it got.

The only solution was to cool herself down and take no less than five dives into the ocean. Lena was hotter than Rao, and Kara was ready to go up in flames just to be near her.

“What is wrong with you?” Alex asked suspiciously during lunch one day. “You keep laughing giddily every time you check your phone.”

“Memes, I was just looking at some really funny ones,” Kara lied and moved her arm before Alex could take the phone and spot Lena’s texts.

“No, you’re full of shit. Who are you texting?” Alex stole the giant muffin off the plate in front of Kara to trick her into swinging her arm back.

Kara stupidly took the bait and reached for the baked treat. “It’s just Lena. Lena Luthor. She’s coming over later tonight for fondue. She sent me a GIF of a puppy.”

She pushed her glasses up and chewed her lip as a photo came through. The selfie showed Lena at her desk with a fake-grumpy expression on her face and a stack of paperwork. The top three buttons of her blouse were undone and Kara mentally pictured the tattoo under her right breast.

“There’s that weird smile again.” Alex leaned forward to get her notice and gestured to her face. “You’ve had that weird smile on your face no less than three times since we sat down to eat.”

The smile coincided with every time that Kara thought about the glimpses of Lena’s body she had ever seen.

“It’s not weird!” Kara exclaimed in panic and bit into the muffin for fear that she would smile again. “Hu-ow-is-it-wuh-eird?”

Alex knew her tells way too well, which was unfortunate because she wouldn’t let it go. “I can smell your lovesick pheromones from over here. Wait, do you have a crush on Lena? That could be complicated relationship because of your cousin.”

“It-nuh-ot-a cuh-rush,” Kara babbled ineffectively through crumbs. She swallowed to clear her airway and to defend herself. “We’re just friends and really great game night partners. I don’t think she even likes me. Besides, I’ve never even kissed an omega and she’s way out of my league. She’s probably assumed I’m a beta.”

Alex clasped her hands together on top of the table. “You basically are one if you’re not going to take the chance and ask her out.”

There wasn’t anything on Earth that could hurt Kara physically, though Alex came close by poking at her insecurities.

Kara huffed at her sister’s cutting remark and tried not to let it get in her head as she set her muffin aside. “Now you’re just being mean. And even if I did like her, I still hardly know her, so–”

“So what?” Alex asked, and raised her brows like she didn’t see it as a deterrent. “How do you think people get to know each other better, Kara? Telepathy? If you don’t ask her out, someone else will, and then you’ll really just be friends. Is that what you want?”

“No,” Kara replied a tad too forcefully from her chest. “Of course not.”

She ignored Alex’s smug grin and mulled over her feelings for the rest of the afternoon in between work and swapping selfies with Lena. She had never really done that with Winn or anyone else she considered a friend.

Kara took it as a good sign, and it raised her spirits even if it reduced her IQ to see those three open buttons on Lena’s shirt. She was so transfixed on the picture that she floated onto a stairwell before realizing the steps weren’t under her feet.

How she made it home without causing an accident would forever be one of life’s great mysteries. She swept through her apartment like a mini tornado, showering and dressing so rapidly that her hair dried faster than the wine chilled in the fridge. Then she cut cubes out of various cheeses, artisan breads and smoked meats. She plated olives with other dippable foods she thought would pair well with the gooey deliciousness of fondue.

Kara also set the table while anxiously checking herself out in the mirror. She hoped her flannel shirt looked as good as it made her feel to be wearing it.


Lena wasn’t due to arrive for another twenty minutes, and Kara was prepared to spend every extra second trying to remain calm.

Sweaty palms weren’t something she was used to getting since landing on Earth, but she had them the moment she detected movement outside her door.

She didn’t think as she headed over to peer through the wood with her x-ray vision. If she had, she would have realized that it was a bad idea.

Her hand was already on the doorknob when she caught sight of Lena, or rather, the very tiny thong she wore beneath her short skirt.


The metal knob came away with a pop as she swung the door open and startled the hell out of Lena, who still stood with her hand raised to knock.

Kara laughed, entirely too flustered to realize that she was holding the handle of her door as casually as Lena was clasping a bottle of wine. “Lena! Hi. I wasn’t expecting you this early.”

“Is everything alright? I would have called but I was driving,” Lena explained with a curious and somewhat concerned glance at the hole in Kara’s door.

“Oh, yeah, this—I was just fixing this before you arrived. It’s old. Like the rest of the building.” Kara ushered Lena inside and smelted the handle into place with her heat vision while the omega’s back was turned. She shut the door and hurried over to take Lena’s coat with far more enthusiasm than any friend might. “There’s wine in the fridge and the fondue will be ready in just a minute if you want to make yourself comfortable.”

Lena glided to the couch and glanced down at the romantic candle that was burning on the coffee table.

The entire living room was set up for their date, complete with an entire pile of throw blankets that Kara hoped they would cuddle under while watching movies.

“Were you planning on making this a sleep over, or does it just get cold in this apartment?” Lena asked, her lips slanting into a wry smile as she lifted her brows at Kara.

Kara couldn’t handle it when Lena looked at her like that. She went stupid with excitement and grinned so hard she could barely see. “I just noticed you tend to get cold really easily.”

That sounded innocent enough coming out of her mouth, and Kara’s intentions were nothing but pure. The issue was that her attention wandered to Lena’s tits, which were voluptuous and just marginally covered by her blouse.

Fortunately, Kara snapped out of her mindless staring and turned around to grab the platter she made and the hot fondue pot. She carried it over to the table bare-handed, immune to the temperatures that would have burned anyone else’s skin.

Luck would have it that Lena was distracted and for some reason didn’t pick up on Kara’s mistake. “Well, you’re very observant, which is one of the things I really love about you. What else have you noticed about me?”

The first thing to pop into Kara’s brain was Lena’s barbell nipple piercings, which she took notice of several times since accidentally viewing them with x-ray vision. It was practically becoming a tic, and Kara had to actively move her mind away from the topic of Lena’s boobs.

The second thing to come to mind was that Lena wasn’t observant in Kara’s company, but it would be insulting to point that out. It also worked to her advantage because she nearly outed herself as Supergirl at least a dozen times out of nerves.

Lena’s question was an invitation to flirt, to throw any compliment in her direction. Kara stalled out of panic and finally blurted, “You’re super organized. Like your spread sheets? Wow. I can’t even keep my bed sheets all neat and tidy.”

That massive fumble could have cost Kara the whole relationship, but Lena knew how to keep their banter going strong.


“Bed sheets, hm?” Lena scooted a bit closer as Kara poured them each a glass of wine. “Do you want some help with them?”

“Help? Bed? Me?” Kara laughed. Her voice wasn’t the only thing that was straining - and she grabbed a pillow to press into her lap. “Gosh, I’d be a terrible host if the first thing I did was ask for help with chores.”

Kara was privately dying a thousand deaths as she stumbled over her words and inadvertently made intense eye contact with Lena’s nipples in an attempt to avoid her gaze. She grabbed one of the metal skewers to stab at a piece of bread and dunked it into the molten cheese to cover for her embarrassment.

“You’re right. We shouldn’t fix them until after we’ve gotten better acquainted with one another.” Lena’s serious expression lifted along with the corners of her lips, and her smile robbed Kara of half of her brain cells.

“Tell me about your day?” Lena prompted and dipped a chunk of French sourdough bread in the rich fondue. “Selfies only say so much and I’d much rather hear how you’re doing. I can’t imagine it’s easy working with Cat Grant. She’s practically the Queen of National City.”

Kara tried not to stare at Lena while she moaned and chewed. She very nearly bit through the metal prongs of her own utensil. It was a good thing she was Kryptonian or she would have chipped a tooth. “Cat gets a bad rap, but it’s mostly from alphas who can’t handle seeing an omega in power. Don’t get me wrong, she’s every bit as intense as you’d think, and then some, but she’s amazing. I’m lucky I get to spend my days in the presence of someone so great, you know? I learn a lot from her.”

Lena narrowed her eyes in thought and traced the brim of her wine glass with the tip of her finger. “Sounds like you admire strong omegas. Most alphas are intimidated by them.”

“Not me! I think you’re—they’re—incredible.”

Kara tried to correct her slip with zero finesse. She felt the heat of her cheeks lighting up in mortification and wheezed out laughter. “The world would be a better place if more omegas held positions of power, or at least I tend to think so. More wine?”

Lena held out her glass for a refill, and Kara tried not to turn the same color as the pink rosé. “You’re different from any alpha I’ve ever met. In a good way. At first, I wasn’t even sure if you were an alpha because you didn’t try to overwhelm me with pheromones or play into any of that stereotypical behavior. You never even posture around me.”

“Do you get that a lot?” Kara asked dimly, although she wasn’t oblivious to the posturing of other alphas. She just wanted to suss out her possible competition.

“All of the time from alphas on my board, and quite a few of our clients,” Lena reflected and skewered a large chunk of meat that she didn’t eat so much as twirl through the fondue. “Lately it’s actually your friend Supergirl who does it the most. She’s always strutting around me and speaking authoritatively with her hands on her hips.”

Kara nearly sprayed her wine everywhere at the mention of her alter-ego, but she kept it together long enough to gulp. She started eating at twice the speed for a normal human as she attempted to talk about herself without giving her secrets away. “I’m sure Supergirl does that with everyone. It adds to her image, right?”

Lena shrugged and leaned back to drape her arm up on the couch and bite down on her lip. “I suppose. I don’t mind it as much coming from her, but what I was trying to say is that you’re not a typical alpha.”

Kara worried that wasn’t quite the compliment she hoped it was, and then she thought of Alex’s comment from earlier about being more of a beta. She tried to keep the smile on her face even though it froze awkwardly and resembled a grimace. “Oh. Well that’s um, thank you, I guess?”

Lena sat forward as if sensing she had misspoken and clasped Kara’s hand in comfort. “I hope I haven’t offended you. It’s refreshing to meet an alpha that I can be myself around. Trust doesn’t come easily for me and yet with you it feels natural.”

The casual touch sent tendrils of warmth through Kara’s arm like Rao was shining down on her again. For a delayed second, she gawked at Lena’s fingers with the urge to interlock them with her own. Then she absently picked up a small tea candle to dip into the fondue.

“No, I’m not offended at all,” Kara insisted. “I’m elated, actually, because I think you’re amazing and the last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable.”

Lena raised a suggestive eyebrow and took her hand back to slip off her heels. “On the contrary, this is the most relaxed I’ve been in years. I might never want to leave if I have another glass of wine.”

Kara chomped through a third of the candle before she registered it as wax, and set it back down as she choked out, “You’re always welcome to spend the night.” She was so close to finally making a move that she panicked mid-way through and messed up her delivery by tacking on extra, “Especially since you drove here. I’m a real stickler for safety.”

“I had a feeling you would be,” Lena murmured fondly and shifted to place her hand on her clutch purse that she tucked next to her on the couch.

If Kara’s hearing wasn’t super, she would have missed the near silent utterance Lena followed up with.

“It’s why I came prepared.”

The faint crinkle of foil rang in Kara’s ears and the pillow in her lap raised along with her anticipation. Nervous laughter bubbled out of her and she would have excused herself if she was capable of standing up without potentially taking Lena’s eye out.

She would be a fool if she didn’t seize the opportunity now that she had clear proof of Lena’s interest. All of the witty and flirtatious things in her mind began melding into one unreliable trainwreck of a sentence, and Kara couldn’t figure out how to say it all as Lena touched her unclaimed throat.

The move shifted her blouse and for a split second Kara saw the lace of Lena’s bra and threatened the structure of the pillow she held in her lap. “Gosh Lena you’re—I would just love to take you-out-on a date. If you would like that. Because I sure would. You know, if you’re interested in that sort of thing.”

Kara knew she had rambled too much from Lena’s confused, unblinking stare, and she wished she could have inhaled all of her words before they registered in Lena’s mind.

“Aren’t we already on one?” Lena asked and glanced at the little fondue set up that looked entirely too romantic for it to be considered friendly. She picked up on Kara’s anxiety with a slow forming smirk and squinted at the flustered way Kara’s mouth hung open in surprise.

“You did ask me out already, right? Or was this a pre-date for the real one you were hoping for?” Lena teased, and made her own intentions clear by sliding closer so that her thigh touched Kara’s leg. She quirked a dark brow as she waited for an answer and perfumed the air with a bolder flirtatious scent that refused to go unnoticed.

Kara swallowed and had a brief existential crisis as she wondered how many dates she had gone on over the years without actually realizing it. “Okay, so I’m really bad at picking up on signals. No wonder I’ve never kissed an omega, they probably thought I was such a jerk.”

“How tragic.” Lena shook her head and scooted closer without any hesitation to get in Kara’s personal space. “Let me fix it so you know what you've been missing.”

For a being with superior reflexes, Kara was slow to react when Lena tugged the pillow off her lap to situate herself there instead. The warm weight of the omega made her drowsy with lust, and Kara groaned at the first brush of Lena’s lips against her own.

She didn’t consciously clasp Lena’s waist any more than she leaned in to prolong the sweet contact. It came down to alpha instinct, and Kara was so wrapped up in it that she wasn’t even embarrassed that Lena could feel how hard she had gotten.

Lena combed her fingers through Kara’s hair to whisper sultry instructions into her mouth. “Now add a little tongue. Not too much, just enough to make me want more.”

Kara followed instructions and put her hand on the side of Lena’s face to deepen the intimacy of the kiss. It must have been a good move since Lena opened her mouth a little more and moaned.

Feeling the flirtation of a tongue piercing was sensual and affected Kara just below the belt. Her cock tented in her pants, spreading Lena’s thighs apart with its girth. Lena grinned into their kiss and changed the coordination of her rocking hips to rub over it.

Kara had never been close to an omega like that. She spent a lot of nights fantasizing about Lena’s pussy, but she could never quite imagine all of the sensations of sex, no matter how many times she tried. Lena’s movements were giving her better clarity on the matter.

“I assume if you’ve never kissed an omega, you haven’t slept with one, either,” Lena intoned with a glance down at the obvious bulge in Kara’s trousers.

“N-nope, that’s—yeah, you’re right about that.” Kara had no clue how she managed to write full articles when she could rarely even speak in clear sentences most of the time. She realized that the ability to talk was going to be a serious problem as Lena pulled her top and lacy bra off.

Lena’s tits bounced without any constraints to hold them and Kara stared at the small silver jewelry that adorned her nipples. Kara’s lips curled in the faintest hint of a smile and she couldn’t help but gawk to her heart’s content.

“We don’t have to necessarily rush into things, but I thought maybe you’d like a better look at me.” Lena smirked at the complete shock and appreciation on Kara’s face. “Kara?”

“I do, I am—just yes,” Kara muttered in amazement and slipped her hands underneath the curve of Lena’s breasts to touch them. “These are so nice, Lena. Beautiful. The best I’ve ever seen.”

At least she had seen naked omegas before, but she still sounded like someone who was very celibate. She thought she would be more self-conscious and embarrassed about that, not ridiculously giddy and rock hard.


Lena appeared to be taking delight in Kara’s reactions to her body. She flashed her a bright smile before standing up to zip open her skirt. The black fabric dropped at her feet, and Lena chose to slide back into Kara’s lap in nothing but a flimsy thong. All of Lena’s tattoos were on view, and her cunt was covered by just a little strip of material.

Kara didn’t need x-ray vision to glimpse the slight spread of Lena’s inner lips or the clear shimmer of arousal. “Oh. Lena. Wow.”

Lena clasped Kara’s hand to direct it southward, mapping out the tattoo beneath her breast and then over the curvature of her hip where the string of her thong rested. She used Kara’s fingers to peel back the damp cotton to expose her heated slit and the soft patch of groomed hair that was soft beneath their fingers.


“It wouldn’t be very fair of me to show you without letting you touch, would it? I don’t have any expectations for how our night will progress, but I brought condoms in case you want to take things further.”

“Gosh, you did?” Kara uttered, suffering from a full blown malfunction at the sight of Lena’s pussy. “That makes sense because you’re a good girl—person! A good person who thinks things through.”

“If bringing protection makes me a good girl in your eyes, would foregoing it make me a bad one?” Lena didn’t seem to mind that Kara could barely function. She seemed to enjoy the flustered way her tongue danced behind her teeth as it tried to form words. “Between you and me, I spend most of my time trying to show the world that I’m a good Luthor, but when my clothes come off, I become very naughty.”

All that escaped Kara in the end was a moan, and Lena brought her face closer to whisper right against her lips. “What if I let you feel me first without any latex, Kara? You could give me just the tip to feel how slick and hot you’ve gotten my pussy.”

If Lena hadn’t unzipped her in that moment, Kara’s length would have sprang through her zipper like an x-rated jack-in-the-box. She had experienced arousal before, had taken it into her own hands plenty of times, but this was leagues above anything she had known.

Kara didn’t get breathless easily. She didn’t get weak or dizzy or any of the typical things most humans did, so it was overwhelming to be bombarded by it all at once.

Lena’s delicate hand was firm and smooth and her hot palm cradled Kara’s cock so reverently that she worried it would go off like a geyser from the first stroke of being freed.

“Please, yes, all of that,” Kara rasped and puckered her lips for another kiss that was far more aggressive as her alpha stepped up.

The wet smack of their mouths and breathy whimpers brought a blush to Kara’s cheeks and she boldly slipped her thumb through the warmth of Lena’s labia to graze her clit.

“Let’s take this off,” Lena gasped and grabbed the front of Kara’s shirt.

Lena was already tearing off the material when Kara realized what was happening, and the rip exposed more than either of them had expected.

Beneath her shirt was the crest of the Zor-El household and evidence of her superhuman status. Lena blinked at the suit as she followed it down to where it was attached to the rest of the material.

“You’re Supergirl?” Lena asked with her brows pulled tight in confusion. She recovered from the initial shock faster than Kara did. “And you don’t mind that I’m a Luthor?”

Those questions dropped Lena’s voice a whole seductive octave, and Kara was still too stunned to react.

“This is an interesting way to tell me about your identity,” Lena added, following the curve of the broad S over Kara’s chest. “I suppose it’s fitting to let me in before I let you in.”

“Right, yeah, I planned to tell you.” Kara nodded along because it was the truth. She had dreamed about being honest with Lena, even though their families could complicate the nature of their relationship. “I knew I could trust you, Lena. Maybe from the moment we met. It’s just that I was so attracted to you from the start, and I’m honestly terrible at flirting. I posture a lot as Supergirl because it makes me seem tougher.”

“Oh please, you didn’t posture around me to make yourself look stronger,” Lena remarked in delight and chewed her lip out of lust. “You did it because you wanted to tap this. I can’t say I’m mad.”

“It’s also easier to be that confident when I’m wearing the suit,” Kara confessed, thoroughly captivated by the glistening spread of Lena’s pussy so close to her cock.

“Is that why you’re wearing it now?” Lena inquired with a deliberate twist to her wrist as she jerked from Kara’s base to her already weeping tip. She massaged the arousal over the broad glans without taking her eyes off of Kara and raised herself up on her knees to hover precariously above her cock. “To give yourself the courage to make your move on me? The funny thing is, I liked you from the minute you walked into my office. I’ve thought about doing this a lot.”

“You have?”

It could have been the reassurance that Lena was into her from the get-go that brought Kara’s hips up, or maybe it was the silken glide of her cunt as it just clasped around the head of her cock. Either way, Kara couldn’t control the excitement of breaching through Lena’s tight, wet walls.

After only two shallow bounces, Kara went comically rigid and lifted Lena off as her cock throbbed in pleasure. Thick spurts of seed splashed up Lena’s thighs and across her pussy, and Kara was surprised by how much there was everywhere. Despite all of her strength, she was weak to the eager way Lena smeared it between her labia, and she was totally powerless to stop Lena from bearing down on her tremendous girth.

“Rao—”

Lena undulated with pitiful whines and sank lower onto Kara’s thick shaft. “You’ve waited so long to take this step with someone, Kara, and I want to make it as amazing as you’ve imagined it. Channel your confidence and fuck me like you have in your fantasies. I can take it. I promise.”

“What about the condoms?” Kara’s alpha was disgusted with her concern, but she couldn’t help it as she stared up at Lena’s trusting face.

“You have super speed. I’m sure you’ll have no trouble pulling out.”

The salacious smirk on Lena’s lips hinted to something just out of Kara’s grasp. She fisted the collar of Kara’s shirt and dropped onto her lap with a sultry moan.

She bounced Lena without thinking, her thighs tense and hands instinctively wrapped around Lena’s supple waist to guide her movements. She indulged in sheathing every inch of herself over and over at a rate that satisfied them both and rocked Lena’s breasts.

Lena pushed them into her face, and Kara moaned around one of Lena’s nipples as she drew it between her lips to flick at the barbell.

It must have felt good, since Lena’s cunt contracted and the ripple of her inner silk encouraged Kara to buck.

“Do you like it when I play with these, Lena? Should I tug on them with my lips?” Kara cupped at her tits to flick her thumbs over the little peaks of Lena’s nipples, and rolled them between her fingertips to hear her soft cries. “What else do you like?”

Lena didn’t even take time to consider her options. “An alpha who isn’t afraid to be in control. Take what you want from me, Kara, and make me feel it.”

Lena looked so beautiful with lust blown pupils and a blush of excitement on her pale cheeks. Kara wanted to press kisses to her throat, to nip and suck at the tempting ivory that would look so pretty with her claim on it.

From the ink on her skin, the piercings, and all of the blunt requests, Kara concluded that Lena liked sex that was a little rough and dirty.

She was capable of at least one of those things, and tested the waters by smacking her hand across Lena’s ass to grab a palmful. That elicited a sharp gasp and a glazed expression on Lena’s face, both of which confirmed Kara’s assumptions.

Kara groaned as Lena instinctively rode her faster.

“If you want it harder, you have to meet me halfway. Be good and keep that pace,” Kara instructed and buried her warm face into the crook of Lena’s neck.

She huffed at the beguiling scent and scraped her teeth across Lena’s clavicle before daring to suck on her pulse point.

“Is that what you want, Kara?” Lena’s voice was scratchy and sweet, and she stared down at Kara, all seduction and grace while she sank onto more of her cock. She only took it part way before halting. “For me to follow your every word? Or should I show off a bit, and make you work for it?”

Kara’s jaw slackened at the perpetual clamping of Lena’s pussy around her thickened tip. She grunted as she tried to simultaneously stave off her pleasure and thrust. “The second option. Definitely the second option–”

“Mmm, I thought as much.” The flirtatious scent of Lena’s omega intensified and she played with her tits so that her nipples remained stiff and responsive. “What if I spent the whole night on your cock, Kara? Do you really think you would have what it takes not to come inside me?”

Kara learned remarkable willpower over her years on Earth, but none of that seemed to apply to the situation with Lena. The heat of her sweet, tight cunt was all around Kara’s shaft, wet and cajoling the seed from her tip. She wanted to do more than talk about pumping all of it into Lena’s womb.

Thick globs surged out of her, and she groaned in surprise as Lena moved her hips faster and didn’t let up.

“Fuck, yes, please give me a full pussy,” Lena whimpered and bit her lip throughout the continual, deep pulses that left no room for another drop.

Kara discovered she could be undone by something other than Kryptonite. The wonderful grasping sensations inside Lena, and her possessive attitude that came out during sex. Her inexperience was no longer a hindrance to her. She positioned Lena on the couch cushions and allowed a small amount of seed to drip from her opening just to see how much was inside.

“Oh, I can’t wait to do that again,” Kara admitted and thumbed at the scarlet partition of Lena’s entrance to coax a rivulet of seed out.

The pearly gush clung to Lena’s pussy like it wanted to remain, and Kara aligned herself to force all of it back inside Lena’s narrow canal.

“Better than flying?” Lena tossed the question over her shoulder with a sexy lift of her eyebrow, and whimpered at the firm clasp of Kara’s hands on her hips. She knew to brace herself for the rutting she was about to receive, and dug her nails into the couch cushions with a sultry moan.

“Falling for you is better than everything.” Kara was too drunk on pleasure to fully appreciate how loose her tongue was becoming.


It struck her a moment later when Lena rocked backward to accept her plunging girth that if the omega hadn’t shared her sappy feelings, things would have turned awkward.

“You’re just saying that because my cunt is the only one you’ve had,” Lena lilted, her hair falling in front of her face as she trembled from the force of Kara’s lunges.

“Actually, it’s the only one I’ve ever wanted,” Kara corrected and trusted herself to handle Lena the way her alpha encouraged.

She tore off her clothes and the Super suit beneath them without pulling out and took hold of Lena’s shoulder to tug her into every thrust.

The staccato slap of their thighs meeting would brighten Lena’s backside in no time, and Kara took the liberty to palm at her ass and squeeze it. She used the right amount of pressure to leave red  fingertips behind, and slid her hand lower to tease two fingers over Lena’s clit.

The slick tightening of Lena’s walls commanded Kara’s pelvis, and she groaned as she snared Lena’s dark tresses. It was a power move to pull Lena’s head back and expose her throat.

Kara dragged her teeth over the column of Lena’s neck and bit down lightly. “How does it feel to know you have more power over me than I have over myself?”

“Like you’ll be railing me in my office daily whenever you happen to fly by,” Lena gloated through a grin until her harsh breaths turned to hedonistic grunts. “Did you ever listen in on me, Kara? When the city was quiet and I was moaning your name?”

“You touched yourself to the thought of me?” It felt like forbidden knowledge.

Kara’s mind froze and blanked on the mental image of Lena in bed with tousled hair and widespread legs.

“I fucked myself silly with a toy that pales in comparison to you.” Lena's blunt approach was all the more erotic with the internal spasm of her velvet adding to the friction between them. “I knew you’d be sweet, and secretly strong like all alphas are, but I had no idea you’d be Super.”

Kara slammed into Lena at a rougher pace to show her how Super she was and what kind of strength she possessed. She all but mounted her across the couch in her enthusiasm to bottom out.


“Yeah, well, imagine my surprise to find the cool new CEO of L-Corp had tattoos and piercings. I tried to see if you were home one day and got a full frontal.”

“So you were spying on me and still missed out on finding me three knuckles deep in the shower?”


The playful mockery of Lena’s tone dropped in pitch with her dulcet cries and she writhed wantonly to grind into Kara’s fingers.

Kara locked her fingers on either side of Lena’s clit and used her super speed to send vibrations all through Lena’s pussy. She was already on the verge of coming again, but she wanted to make sure Lena joined her in the bliss.


“You can make it up to me before our next date.”

“If you find me playing with my cunt and don’t swoop in to raw me senseless, then you won’t be getting a second date.” Lena’s threat held no weight as she clutched at Kara’s arm and strained beautifully beneath her.

For a precarious second, Lena tensed all over and gasped. Kara tuned out everything other than Lena’s heartbeat. She memorized the erratic thump of it as Lena convulsed in ecstasy and charged her hips with fervour to spill her seed against Lena’s cervix.

Nothing in the entire galaxy was more satisfying than that. Except for knotting, but Kara wouldn’t find that out for a few more days.