Give me an O - Chapter 5

Chapter 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/give-me-o-1-66596789
Chapter 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/give-me-o-2-67648011
Chapter 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/give-me-o-3-69137515
Chapter 4: https://www.patreon.com/posts/give-me-o-4-70887437


Word count: 5,011



Lena would have felt more unnerved about fighting with the entire cheerleading squad if Kara hadn’t been right there to pick up the pieces. They went back to her dorm and spent the rest of the afternoon slow kissing and binge-watching stupid movies on Netflix. Any time she experienced a twinge of panic, she glanced over at Kara’s face and her fears subsided.

Later that night, Kara fell asleep with her glasses askew, and Lena stroked her naked, bronze back.  It comforted her to be close to Kara, and for one night she was able to tune-out the voices in her head that insisted she run. She wanted to be with Kara, and she accepted the new and unusual feeling of love in her chest.

Kara woke to find her staring, and Lena reached across her to grab a bag of sour peach candy in a bad attempt to avoid getting caught.

“Were you watching me sleep?” Kara questioned, knowing the answer but still needing confirmation all the same.

“No, I just wanted some of these disgusting snacks you brought over.” Lena stuck a handful into her mouth, despite how the powder on them caused her to choke.

She chewed them valiantly without once sputtering. Her eyes watered up as the flavors hit the back of her throat, which caused her to chew faster. In the end she was wheezing from inhaling the sugar and Kara needed to pat her back.

The only way to repair her ego was to immediately kiss Kara. She flicked her tongue over Kara’s bottom lip and the omega gave her entry with a moan of submission.

Lena rubbed into the gusset of Kara’s panties with her full palm and created a slippery wet patch. It prevented the fabric from sticking to Kara’s cunt, and Lena groaned at the thick feeling of the saturation, the instant arousal making it easy to slide the material up and down.

“You’re so soaked, it’s like I didn’t spend most of the day touching you.” Lena tugged at the elasticated waistband and pulled the omega to her.

“What can I say? It was hot that you defended me.” Kara had no hesitations about opening her legs and allowing Lena to strip off her shirt and bra.

Her nipples firmed as soon as the cold air touched them, and Lena warmed them up with her lips. She sucked each one and pulled off Kara’s panties with a covetous glance down at the slick that gathered all over them. Selfishly she wanted it to be spread over her, and Lena stroked the lush nectar onto her cock. She rubbed it into her glans in the hopes of easing it right inside Kara.

With some resistance, Kara’s snug entrance stretched for her heated tip and Lena huffed soft encouragements. “Good girl, Kara, let me inside your pussy. You need to come again on my cock, don’t you?”

Kara expressed herself with little moans that made Lena’s blood pump faster. She nuzzled into the omega’s vulnerable throat and bruised the skin with long kisses. The reddish marks of her lipstick covered Kara’s claim. Lena slammed into the tight space of Kara’s pussy and groaned as it crushed around her in hot spasm—not quite an orgasm, but a natural response to the incredible sensations of sex.

“Yes, I’m addicted to this and to you,” Kara whimpered and massaged two fingers in semi-circles around her clit.

They were learning a lot about each other’s bodies, and Lena knew that Kara touching herself was a cue to continue thrusting into the same spot.

She slipped Kara’s hand onto the mattress and took over with intimately handling her — stimulating the sensitive tiny node above her opening. Kara’s clit reacted so beautifully, tinging pink and swelling from the speed of Lena’s caress.

“I want to be inside you all night long, and after you’re exhausted from repeatedly coming hard, I’m going to knot you—"

Kara put her hips into action and rested her hands against Lena’s back, clinging as the tension inside of her began to rise. “Please, Lena.”

“Please, Lena, what?”

She wanted Kara to be more vocal and openly make requests. Kara’s face infused with heat, and the vivid red meant that she would need more encouragement.

“Are you begging me for an orgasm, baby?  Should I push deeper inside you and make your pussy stretch?” Lena acted on her suggestions and lunged from her hips.

The heat inside of Kara fluttered and spread while still clinging just as tight around Lena’s shaft. Kara’s cunt took it all, slick from sex and getting wetter.

Without being prompted, Kara pulled her legs back and moved into Lena’s lap to bounce. She had a lot of stamina and knew just how to ride Lena’s cock without bearing down too much.

Lena slid her hands up and down Kara’s sides and hips. They practiced the motions before really going for it, and Kara whined louder as Lena bucked into her pussy.

“Gosh, it feels amazing when you’re this forceful.” Kara gasped at the rough collision against her clitoris.

“You don’t just mean physically, do you? You like it when I push you to open up in other ways, too.” Lena squinted and smirked at Kara’s bashful lip bite.

She walked a fine line with her natural sexual aggression and hoped it would bring out the best in the shy omega.

“Yes,” Kara finally agreed, her lips parted and eyes lidded from the undeniable satisfaction of rutting.

It amazed Lena that Kara could not only endure the energetic thrusts, but wanted the rougher pace. From looking at Kara, Lena never would have assumed she would be so wild in the bedroom. It felt like a secret they shared, and Lena growled under her breath as Kara chose a better stance for sinking lower onto her cock.

“You’re cute when you're shy, but it would be so hot if you told me what you like when I’m inside you. What makes you this slick, Kara? Is it just the act or something else?” Lena’s risqué questions might have been too much, and she cursed herself as Kara whined in embarrassment.

She was prepared to make amends by massaging Kara’s clit.

“I-oh god-it’s how you talk to me. All of the sweet and dirty things you say excite my omega, and I like it when you–-um–”

Kara buried her face into the safety of Lena’s shoulder in an attempt to hide.

Lena allowed it for a few seconds and combed her fingers through Kara’s tousled blonde hair to grip at the roots. She tugged lightly to force the omega to look at her and growled against her pouty lips. “If you want that orgasm, you’ll have to finish the sentence, or I might make you wait for it.”

It was a threat Lena had no intention of upholding, and she bluffed by thumbing Kara’s swollen clit just enough to make her breath labored and erratic. “You like it when I do what? Tell me, Kara. Say it to my face.”

“When you take control of me sexually. You touch me so confidently, like you believe it’s your right as an alpha.” Kara keened pathetically from being edged and trembled as Lena battered into her cunt while barely grazing her clit.

“It might not be my right as an alpha, but it certainly is my honor as your girlfriend.”

It turned out that Lena could also blush during sex, despite considering herself immune.

Any discussion of feelings was still strange and new, and she coped by being more dominant. She switched their positions and placed Kara on the bed with her legs tucked.

Kara’s golden hair spilled around her, and she reached up to slide her arms around Lena’s shoulders.

Lena moved closer and groaned as they meshed their fingers together and shared sexual heat.

Invigorated by the intimate sensations, Lena brushed arousal over the thick head of her cock and pushed deep. Decadent warmth was all around her as Kara moaned into her mouth.

Lena rubbed her fingers into the slippery place between Kara’s pussy lips. Any small inner convulsion felt seismic and hot on her shaft.

“I can tell you’re about to come.” Lena breathed along the omega’s neck, following the quiver in her throat up to her clenching jaw. “You’re tightly wound. Be a good girl. Let my cock stretch you.”

The slackening of the omega’s internal tension allowed her to slide hilt-deep. She pressed her knot-base against Kara’s wide-stretched little cunt and continued thrusting like that.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good, baby. You have a good pussy, and I’m going to satisfy your every need.”

Kara’s incoherent whimpers and heavy exhalations encouraged the roll of Lena’s hips. She rested her forehead against Kara’s and kissed her at the first blissful sensation of her knot passing through the tight velvet of her cunt. There was still a ways to go, and Kara convulsed beneath her with a sudden arch.

Tendons pulled to the surface of Kara’s throat and drew Lena’s mouth back to the fluttering pulse where a claim belonged.

She sucked on surface of the skin to make it all pretty and rouge, and bit down lightly to sate the primal urge of her alpha.

The temptation to break skin was new and forbidden. It didn’t help that Kara’s pussy tensed and relaxed in heated spasm halfway around her knot.

“I could mark you right now, Kara. Show everyone you’re mine, and you’d let me–”

It was egotistical to make assumptions, and if not for the way Kara angled her chin up to expose her neck, Lena would have thought it was all in her head.

“I know it’s reckless but you’re so good to me and I trust you.” Kara slurred her words, her bliss so strong that her eyes rolled back and her cunt gushed.

Lena didn’t expect to receive that confirmation and drilled into Kara’s pussy with an almost feral necessity to stuff her with a knot bigger than any she popped before.

Whether or not she physically could was down to her biology, and Lena fooled herself into thinking it was within her control.

Claiming was such a serious topic, and Kara was still learning her sexual limits. It made no sense for Lena to equate her knot with how viable she would be as a mate and yet she did it anyway.

Blinded entirely by lust and all of her new emotions, Lena bit down hard enough to leave imprints of her teeth on Kara’s throat. She stopped just short of making it permanent as her knot expanded and finally slotted into the wet cavern of Kara’s pussy.

Seed throb out of her shaft so forcefully that Lena fell against Kara with a guttural noise of satisfaction. She stayed there as the omega soothed her by rubbing a hand over her back.

If Lena wanted post-bliss clarity, all she got was the heavy and warm realization that she hoped Kara would spend the night. Not even so they could mess around again, but just so she could hold Kara until morning.

She must have been smiling, because her face hurt, and she tried to knock it off as she blinked Kara into focus.


“It’s getting late,” Lena muttered as she tried to broach the subject of keeping Kara in her bed.

The omega squinted at the clock on Lena’s desk and evidently mistook her botched attempt at
sharing her desires as a rather blunt way to suggest she leave.

“Oh—I guess I should–”

“No,” Lena blurted, her nostrils flared in offense at the thought of Kara going anywhere with a knot still inside her. “Stay with me. I mean it’s the weekend and you’re already so cozy. Tomorrow we could – you know, go out for breakfast and spend the day together.”

That vague outline of plans seemed to thrill Kara, who reached for each of the pillows and gave them a good fluff.

“I know the perfect waffle house. They also do smoothie bowls and other high protein options.” Kara pulled the blanket over them both and curled into her shoulder.

Lena turned off the light so that Kara couldn’t see the excitement in her eyes over the fact that they were going to snuggle.

By some miracle, they both fell asleep after whispering “I love you” more times than necessary. The next morning, Lena woke to find Kara still slumbering in the same spot.

Kara blinked awake to find her staring again and this time she had no convenient excuses.

“Hey,” Kara whispered with a sleepy stretch that brought her arms above her head. She looped them around Lena and grinned as she wiggled her eyebrows. “That was a really good sleep. I feel energized, and I’ll feel even more energized after we eat. I do believe we agreed on breakfast?”

With her nose all scrunched and her smile so wide, Kara was too adorable to deny.

Lena squinted thoughtfully and draped herself across Kara under the guise of stretching. She cupped the omega’s breast while she was at it. “I might recall making promises about that, but it’s still so early. Maybe we should stay here a while?”

“You get five minutes because I’m starving and I will get hangry,” Kara countered through a laugh that tapered off as Lena kissed her.

It would have disgusted Lena to behave like that in the past, and yet she couldn’t control the need to taste Kara’s lips. She was sweet this time around, teasing Kara with the lightest flick of her tongue and pulling the omega’s lip into her mouth.

Lena could have stayed like that all morning, and she had been tempted right up until Kara’s stomach growled.


“You weren’t kidding, huh? I suppose I did keep you up late last night and give you quite the work out. It’s only fair I buy breakfast.”

“And what about dinner?” Kara was obviously joking as she stared up at Lena with a grin that she couldn’t wipe off her face. She slid out of bed and straight into her panties as Lena stared at the curve of her hips and ass.

“Well, this wouldn’t be a date day if I didn’t include that, too,” Lena intoned, making plans before she even pulled her socks on.

She glanced at her phone to find thirty unread messages and swallowed back the anxiety as she refused to open a single one in Kara’s presence.

“Do you want to shower first, and meet in twenty?” Lena asked, surprised to find Kara in one of her t-shirts. She looked hot in the tight-fitting cotton, and Lena gawked at her for a second as Kara shrugged.

“No, I’m good. You ready?” Kara held her gaze to silently convey that she was fine with wandering around campus smelling of Lena’s pheromones after sleeping together. It was a bold move that would let everyone know she was seeing Lena romantically.

Lena knew the question was more about their relationship and not about grabbing food. She took a shaky breath before reaching out to lace her fingers through Kara’s in acceptance.


“Yeah, but had you better tell me where this waffle house is, because my go-to breakfast is usually air.”

Kara chuckled at her sense of humor and promised that she would give Lena detailed instructions in the car.

They made it to breakfast, and Kara ordered two waffles with a side of bacon. Lena drank a large kale and apple smoothie and watched in amazement as Kara proved her eyes weren’t bigger than her stomach.

“Want to try my loaded peanut butter explosion waffle?” Kara stabbed a piece with her fork and waved it front of Lena’s face.

Lena shoved the utensil into her mouth just so Kara would stop doing that. She moaned at the sweet flavors and stole another chunk from the plate before remembering not to overindulge.

“Try my smoothie,” Lena offered and moved her straw for Kara to taste.

Kara sipped from the cup and grimaced. She grabbed a paper napkin and ran it over her tongue in a dramatic rejection of the drink. “That tastes like grass! Worse than grass. I would rather go outside and pick my breakfast from the nearest field than drink that.”

“Oh, burn, I’ve never known you to talk like that about anything.” Lena smiled at the passionate hate that was so rare on Kara. “Do you have any other strong dislikes that I should know about?”

“Probably all the standard ones you would expect.” Kara shrugged and stuck her fork into her waffle stack. She paused mid-chew upon noticing Lena’s raised brow and laughed at the silent request to go on.

“I’m pretty easy going, but I hate people who act like they’re better than everyone else. Oh, and cheaters.”

The playful banter took a back seat as Lena blinked and tried to process where this was going.

“I’m with you on that,” Lena muttered and then pried as gently as possible. “Were you previously in a relationship with someone who cheated?”

“Yeah, like all the time. I guess she thought I wouldn’t notice, but I did and it still bothers me.” Kara sighed and stuffed her mouth with a gargantuan bite that puffed her cheeks out like a chipmunk as she chewed.

Lena experienced a whole host of emotions in a matter of seconds, her rage barely subdued by concern. The protective scent of her alpha filtered through the diner and Lena clasped her girlfriend’s hand atop the table. “Kara, that’s awful–”

“It’s fine,” Kara stressed and scooped up another piece of waffle to mop up the peanut butter drizzled on the plate. “Although it’s definitely the main reason why I make sure I’m the banker whenever I play monopoly with people.”

“You—wait—you’re talking about games?” Lena sputtered, both relieved and amused.

“I can get competitive, so I take that stuff seriously,” Kara informed her candidly.

Lena laughed and poked her fork into Kara’s other waffle, which was covered in blueberry compote. “That’s just another way we’re compatible. You know me and how aggressive I can be when I want to win.”

“I probably shouldn’t compliment you on this as your peer mediator, but I like that you have a sharp tongue and competitive spirit.” Kara tucked her chin against her chest and scraped the tongs of her fork on the plate. “It’s one of the reasons I fell for you. I can tell you just want your squad to be the best, and that’s why you’re hard on everyone.”

Their easy banter was close to becoming something more serious, and Lena deflected with a soft laugh. “I’d like to be hard on you, but first I want to take you to my favorite flower shop.”

Kara shoveled more bites of waffle into her mouth just so they could pay the bill and leave. They strolled around a local park, pit-stopped for more snacks, and bought a large bouquet with roses, eucalyptus, and other wild sprigs of green.

Later that afternoon, they watched more movies in Kara’s room, and it was difficult to leave at the end of the night. Having class the next day was a bummer, and Lena cursed the research paper she needed to finish.

Around three in the morning, Lena printed off her completed assignment and fell asleep with her nose in the pillow Kara used. She slept in too long because of it, and for once she didn’t bother putting in contacts.

Lena slummed it to her lit seminar in her large, black-framed glasses and the baggiest, most comfortable sweats that she owned. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she planned to go straight back to her dorm and wash it, then take a two-hour nap.

The problem with that plan was that half of her squad was blocking the hallway to her room, and by the time she realized it, there was nowhere to hide. Lena could feel the icy animosity as they glared at her, and no amount of posturing would limit their hostility.

She drew herself up to her full height and narrowed her eyes at Victoria, who strode forward with a smirk plastered on her thin lips.

“Who knew being a loser was contagious?” Victoria sneered and motioned for the rest of the squad to back up dramatically. “Everyone stay back, or it might spread just as fast as Kara’s legs did for Lena.”

Anger burned through Lena’s chest, and she curled her fingers into fists before she realized her nemesis was throwing out bullshit to see what would stick and rile her.


She scoffed at Victoria as though it didn’t affect her and stalked forward to give the impression that their intimidation wasn’t working.

“If you don’t get the hell away from my room, I’ll cut every single one of you from the squad before Victoria can blink her fake lashes,” Lena coldly intoned and shouldered her way through Winn and Victoria’s united front.

“That power is reserved for the captain,” Winn smugly insisted and tried to look tough by crossing his arms.

He still flinched when Lena rounded on him with a hateful glare to snarl, “I am the captain, you moron, now fuck off.”

“Not for long.” Victoria laughed, and it disturbed Lena to see the twisted smiles on the rest of her team as they stared her down. “We’ve taken your issues up with Coach Grant. She’ll be expecting you at her office any minute now. I guess you can kiss your scholarship goodbye.”

News must have spread fast among all of the cheerleaders, because Lena spotted her closest friends at the end of the hall. Sam looked pale and worried, and that was the reason Lena about-faced and walked to the elevator. She didn’t interact with anyone she would have considered her ally in the past and broke into a run the minute her feet hit the pavement in front of the building.

The door to Cat Grant’s office was ajar as she arrived at the gym, and Lena breezed inside without thinking about how she had dressed.

“Luthor, is that you?” Miss Grant snatched the glasses off her face and wiped them with a cloth as she took in Lena’s appearance. “What happened?”

“Victoria tells me that my days as captain are numbered,” Lena spat, unable to control how her chin wobbled from the very real possibility that she would have to give up her only hobby and drop out of college.

“She is petitioning to get you removed, and even put in a formal complaint with the Dean, but we have no chance of winning our National competition without you.” Miss Grant dropped her glasses on her desk and swung her chair around to gesture at all of their trophies. “Did you think I would just replace you with anyone?”

Lena barely registered the relief in her chest when Kara barrelled into her from behind and loudly apologized. “Oh! Lena, I’m sorry—I just—I stopped by your dorm, and everyone but you was there—”

Miss Grant clocked the omega’s flustered red face and stood up just to slide onto the front edge of her desk. “A word of advice for you two, try to not to let your relationship interfere with cheerleading, and for God sake, Luthor, comb your hair. I’ve seen rats’ nests tidier than that bun.”

Lena had no words to justify her dishevelled, nerdy look, and she handled Cat’s criticism by nodding sharply. She grabbed Kara by the back of the jacket and pulled her out of the office before Cat could find a reason to dismiss her as captain.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kara breathed out in worry and slipped her arms around Lena’s back to hug the panic away.

“I’m fine now that I know my education isn’t on the line.” Lena sighed and disentangled herself from Kara to glance around the vacant gym. “Victoria reported me to the Dean, but I don’t have any regrets about how I acted. I finally feel like I’m doing the right thing. I don’t regret defending you.”

“I shouldn’t have let you do that.” Kara shook her head and crossed her arms as she also scanned the gym for signs of any members of the squad. "While I'm flattered, I really do want to work with you so the next time your faced with conflict you can handle it in a way that won't jeopardize your education or future employment."

Lena stuck her chin out obstinately and in preparation to turn the offer down. Instead she just nodded, blinking away the temptation to become emotional. “I’m going to grab a few things from my locker. I have a feeling that Victoria is still going to be hanging around my room, and I don’t think I’m going to sleep there tonight. Mind if I crash with you?”

“Of course not. You have an open invitation to spend the night whenever you want.” Kara gestured for her to go ahead and retrieve her things.

“Why don’t you head out now and I’ll just grab a quick shower here to avoid scandalizing the omegas on your floor?” Lena smirked and wandered to the locker room door.

They came up with a plan that involved Kara stopping to pick up a pizza and returning to her dorm while Lena took some much-needed time for self-care.

Kara hurried off, and Lena gathered a bag of clothes from her locker and closed herself into a shower stall.

She scrubbed down and combed and washed her hair. It helped get rid of some knots in her back, and Lena experienced an overall sense of relief as she put on fresh clothes and make-up. She looked like she always did, with the exception of her glasses and wet locks.

A blow-dryer fixed the hair problem, but she was stuck in her glasses until she could get back into her room. She hadn’t spent an entire day in her glasses since she was twelve, and while her eyeballs thanked her for the rest, she didn’t feel as confident with the big frames on her face.

Walking across campus reminded her of uncomfortable days in middle school and the years before she ever had a social life. In her mind, everyone was staring at her, and she couldn’t breathe until she reached Kara’s dorm. Her lungs started to draw a normal amount of air as she stepped foot on Kara’s floor—and then she overheard a conversation that completely knocked the wind out of her.

Kara stood in the middle of the empty hall with a pizza box and a six-pack of soda. Across from her was a blonde woman in a business suit, who Lena recognized as Dean Eliza Danvers. It dawned on her too late that the Dean was related to Kara, and that made it so much harder to eavesdrop on what was being said.

“How could you get this close to someone you’re supposed to be helping, Kara? There is a reason that Lena Luthor was referred for this program. She needs to get herself on track because there have been serious accusations lobbed at her. As the Dean, I’m disappointed in how you handled this situation, and as your mother, I don’t want you seeing this person. I don’t believe anyone is beyond intervention, but it’s clear that Lena doesn’t respect you. You’re compromising who you are because of her.”

Lena slid against the wall and sank down against its cool surface to hear the last of the lecture.

“I never compromised who I am,” Kara weakly protested and hunched so that Lena could see the distress on her pretty face. “I like Lena. She cares about others, in spite of how she acts. She’s blunt with everyone, but at the end of the day she means well. She’s not a bad person.”

Dean Danvers let out a soft noise of disagreement and loosened from her stiff posture. “You might have to give up your role as peer mediator if you continue to see her. Think it through, Kara. You want to be a psychologist. You were able to secure a great internship next year because of everything you’ve already achieved.”

Lena bent forward with her arms resting on her knees and sickness churning in her stomach. She realized she was going to have to break up with Kara Danvers, and not for any of the reasons she first assumed. She had to do it because she knew the choice that Kara would make before the omega even defended her.

Pain compressed around her chest as she waited for the detrimental string of words that would make her mind up:

“I love Lena. We had an instant connection. I believe in her, and I choose her.”

The Dean sighed audibly and handed a folder to Kara. “Take these forms for your internship, and we can talk about this again tomorrow.”

Lena experienced a stab of gratitude that the Dean walked off in the opposite direction. She didn’t have the strength to pull herself up from her crumpled place on the floor.

Kara stepped into her room and shut the door, and Lena tugged out her phone to send a text that made her feel even more ill:

Changed my mind. I need some time and space to clear my head. Cheerleading means more to me than anything, and I can’t let a relationship get in the way of my scholarship. I hope you understand.

Around ten minutes later, long after her message displayed that it had been read, Lena peeled herself off the floor. She wanted to knock on Kara’s door and explain her good intentions, but her feet carried her to the elevator and outside into the fresh air.

There was no one around to witness the tears rolling down her cheek, or how they fogged her stupid glasses.