Give me an O - Chapter 1

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

Description: Cheer captain Lena Luthor isn't accustomed to taking criticism from anyone - and she's not about to let Kara Danvers reform her or get in her way.


[AKA the Alpha Lena poll winner. It's a multi chapter because the prompt calls for it. If you like this, let me know. I can see it being 4 parts or longer.]


Tags: Comedy, Snarky and conflicted Lena Luthor, one-sided enemies to lovers, sweet bubbly Kara, secret messing around, dirty talk, top Lena, college AU.

Word count: 6,827



From a young age, Lena Luthor stood out from other people, both because of her smarts and her empathetic nature. She tended to sit by herself in quiet corners of the classroom, flipping through books about animals and avoiding the other more sociable kids her own age. By the time she was ten, she wore thick rimmed glasses for near-sightedness and acquired a bully who taught her the most valuable lesson about life: everyone loved egotistical, good-looking people who could catch a ball, tumble, or run fast. Simple things she could train a dog to do. No one ever acknowledged people like her, except as the butt of a joke.

It took her one summer to figure out how to become one of those good-looking, vain people who no one would ever mock. She switched to contacts, developed a new interest in fashion, and signed herself up for dance, gymnastics, and cheer squad. Her books about animals, a blue and pink pair of glasses, her ambitions to become a vet, and most of her feelings—they went into boxes of different sizes, both real and metaphorical. She made the worst kinds of friends, who fed her insecurities and set her on track to becoming competitive and above them all.

Driven by a need to prove herself, Lena excelled in most areas of her life and won scholarships for both her athletic and academic abilities. She flourished at National City University as the head of the honor society and the cheer captain, and there were few times that anyone criticized her. It came as a shock when her cheer coach sat her down for a discussion.

“There’s been several complaints raised against you in the past week, with allegations of you inciting bullying. Normally I wouldn’t care, since it boosts morale in the squad to designate someone as the loser, but this could affect your scholarship.” Coach Grant looked over the document in her hand with an unimpressed sneer and then waited for Lena to explain herself.

“You know how try-outs are. I push everyone to perform at their best. It’s not my fault if some of them are too sensitive to take it,” Lena defensively scoffed and leaned forward to glance at the accusations.

Every single one came from Winslow Schott, and Lena openly laughed as he walked into the office accompanied by a blonde omega whose glasses were bigger than her bright smile.

Lena stared at her pastel blue cardigan that she wore open over a polka-dot shirt and the pair of jeans that looked as if they had been ironed.

The omega had yet to speak, and Lena could already tell she was going to be as bubbly as a shaken can of diet soda, and probably just as artificially sweet.

“Good morning, Miss Grant.”

“Coach Grant,” she corrected snidely as Winslow sank into a seat positioned the furthest from Lena.

“I’m Kara, a peer mediator, and I’m here today to help out with this discussion between Winslow and Lena. Thank you both for being here.”

“Neither of us had a choice,” Coach Grant pointed out with a sour expression and remained on the edge of her desk to lord over the three of them.

The intimidation tactic worked on Winn, who kept his chin tucked to his chest and stared at his knees, but oddly not on Kara.

The omega perched herself in the middle chair and smiled at Lena without any judgment.

Lena squinted back at her and refused to be lulled into the false friendship vibes Kara was trying to project.

“To my knowledge, there seems to have been a few times where you’ve made some remarks about Winn’s physical abilities. Is this true?” Kara asked and pulled out a pocket-sized notebook and a pen like she planned to interrogate Lena.

“I don’t coddle my squad and as captain it’s my job to make sure everyone is capable of handling the roles they’ve been assigned. If one of us fails, we all fail.” Lena spat out exactly the kind of bullshit most people loved to hear, and it would have worked beautifully if Winn hadn’t chosen that second to find his spine.

“You said I have a better chance of catching herpes than any one of our flyers,” Winn spat, his humiliated reek so cloying that Coach Grant lifted an air freshener on her desk and sprayed it in his direction.

“There are no safety nets in cheerleading. We literally rely on you to catch members that have been tossed into the air,” Lena hissed, going out of her way to glare at Winn as he sat with a huffy frown on his face. “If you can't do that, then someone is going to get injured. Their safety is more important than your hurt feelings and you’ve fumbled every practice.”

“Maybe if you didn’t berate me in front of everyone, I would be more focused,” Winn grumbled with more hostility than he had ever shown before.

Lena would have been impressed if he wasn’t threatening her position as captain.

“Maybe if you quit, the team would be better,” Lena seethed, and as the aggressive stench of her alpha tried to put Winn in his place, Kara held up her hands between them.

The omega defused the situation with a scent that reminded Lena of cinnamon buns and baked goods.

Lena drew it all into her lungs willingly, if not resentfully, and she was disgusted by how fast it calmed her alpha.

“Okay,” Kara sang out, her smile not once faltering in spite of being in the crosshairs of a fight that could get ugly. “Let’s take a minute to reflect on what each of you are trying to say.”

“I think it was pretty clear,” Winn huffed, his petulant attitude doing him no favors.

Lena gloated by choosing to stay silent and raising her chin arrogantly into the air. She knew how to turn this in her favor, and she wasn’t about to blow her whole scholarship over a petty omega that couldn’t backflip twice in a row.

“What I’m hearing is that Lena is conscious of the danger her squad is in and places the responsibility for everyone’s safety in her own hands. Now, I think we can all agree there is nicer, more appropriate ways to get that point across without demeaning a member of the team,” Kara stressed and turned her attention to Lena who made a solid effort not to roll her eyes.

“She doesn’t know how to be nice!” Winn wheezed incredulously and turned to the coach as if he expected her to step in and reprimand Lena. “She told everyone my name was Matt on the first day, because he was someone she cut from the team—"


“That’s not true,” Lena corrected with a contrite tone that was at odds with the slow smirk she reserved for him. “It’s because you eat mat. It has nothing to do with that other loser.”

“There’s obviously a lot of frustration on both sides,” Kara intoned gently and tried to lower the tension in the room as she glanced between them both. “Winn feels humiliated and unsupported in his efforts to live up to your expectations, Lena, and your abrasive attitude doesn’t make him feel safe. I know how highly you value safety for your team, so how do we resolve this amicably before it becomes a situation the Dean has to handle?”

Lena understood what she had to say next, even though she physically resisted by clenching her teeth. She would have rather swallowed glass than kiss anyone’s ass and Winn knew it because he was sitting there smugly. It was his way of flipping her off, and Lena promised herself she would make his life a living hell the moment they walked out of this room.

“Now is a good time to answer.” Coach Grant’s support was more of a push to get Lena to spit it out, though they both knew it would be lip service.

“Sensitivity training,” Winn suggested wishfully.

“Or I could find new ways to motivate Winn that won’t result in losing my patience or making him feel singled out on the team.” Lena forced a smile that became genuine when Winn registered the threat of that statement. “I suppose being captain does put a lot of pressure on me and I might inadvertently put that on his shoulders because we’re only as strong as our weakest link.”

The thinly veiled insult appeared to go undetected by Kara, who looked happy with Lena’s fake self-reflection.

Kara took a slip of paper from her bag with her number scrawled in purple ink. “In addition to your own methods of handling the situation, I thought maybe we could work on these issues together. I’ll be attending all of your practices to provide additional mediation.”

Lena accepted the offering with a glare at Winn that promised imminent death.

At the time, she was unaware of how her ire would switch onto Kara, and she had no clue that the omega already had a reputation with the members of her squad.

As promised, Kara showed up at the next practice and settled down in the stands with a smile on her face.

“Why is Kara Danvers here?” Sam groaned and dumped her pompoms on a chair like the omega’s presence would interrupt the whole session. “She’s a buzzkill. I thought we were going to hook up at a party once, and then she gave me this talk about safe sex—"

“She’s Lena’s new girlfriend,” Winn piped up, starting a rumor that he must have known would smear Lena’s reputation. “No wonder Lena’s in such a shitty mood all of the time.”

“Fuck off,” Lena scoffed and placed her whole hand over Winn’s face to shove him away from her. “Kara is here because Winn can’t handle criticism. She’s a peer mediator.”

“So that’s why she’s still a virgin. She’s basically a walking contraceptive,” Eve chimed in, loud enough for Kara to overhear her where she sat.

Lena piggybacked on it as an opportunity to ridicule Winn for something other than his lack of talent, and sneered, “Yeah that’s why Winn picked her. They have that in common.”

“You’re such a dick,” Winn muttered, and shoved his way into their little group to stretch with the rest of them.

“How would you know? You’ve never seen one,” Lena mocked and grinned as her squad all laughed at his expense. She was mid-way through her usual warm up when she heard Kara politely clear her throat from the sidelines.

Lena willed herself not to groan in aggravation, but several of her team noticed the omega trying to signal her over.

“Luthor’s in trouble,” Victoria sang out, and inspired a few of the other girls to shake their pompoms in her direction.

Lena drew her a dirty look as Kara finally tired of waiting and ventured closer with a timid smile. “Lena, can I have a word with you in private?”

“I guess so,” Lena breathed out in distraction, her irritation on hold as the omega’s pheromones influenced her alpha.

She would need suppressors the size of horse-pills if Kara continued to hang around for the entire semester, and she decided that the best way to proceed was to get rid of her.

Kara took the lead in heading towards the locker room and Lena was light on her feet as she followed the omega into the confined space. They peered at each other for an uncomfortable, long moment that put Lena on the offensive.

“You should know I didn’t mean a word that I said in your ridiculous peer mediation session,” Lena spat with a rage that stemmed more from her uncanny attraction to Kara than from the trouble she faced as captain.  “I don’t give a fuck if I hurt Winn’s feelings. I’m not here to make any of these people feel good about themselves. All I care about is winning.”

“Oh, I’m sure that’s not true.” Kara pushed at her glasses and then said something that made Lena seriously question her intelligence. “Under every thick skin, there’s a sensitive soul. I don’t believe anyone wants to make another person’s life miserable.”

She was so disturbed by Kara’s genuine belief in her statement that she laughed in the omega’s face.

“Then you’re as stupid as you are pretty. I can’t believe I’m being forced to take advice from you when you’re this naive.”

Kara blinked in surprise, a flustered and powdery blush emerging on her cheeks. She exhaled softly, her entire chest moving with it as a smile spread across her lips. “Say that again?”

“I think you’re an idiot that needs more than glasses to see how absurd your views are,” Lena ranted, at a loss for why Kara never flinched in the face of such hostility. Her brain eventually caught up to the words that flew out of her mouth and she grimaced at her slip.

“That’s not what you said,” Kara insisted and closed the gap between them with one small step into Lena’s personal space. “You think I’m pretty–”

“Pretty fucking annoying,” Lena corrected.

It was embarrassing that she tried to retreat from Kara and the hopeful flirtatious scent of her omega. She backed herself into a locker by accident and tried to ignore how her alpha responded to Kara’s closeness.

Her snarl should have frightened Kara off, but it aroused her instead, and Lena stepped forward without overthinking it. She grabbed Kara by the chin and kissed her in a way that was both vicious and desperate, pinning the omega into a locker to deepen it.

After forcing her tongue into Kara’s mouth and feeling the omega reciprocate, she backed off. She bunched her sleeve up and wiped it over her lips with the same fastidiousness of someone with ketchup all over her face.

Without any logical explanation for her actions, she stared at Kara in panic and coped with her distress the only way she knew how—by walking off.

Her proud pheromones refused to abate, although she was ashamed that her body ached all over from that stupid kiss. She stepped into a vacant office where Coach Grant often prepared for their competitions and waited for her arousal to diminish.

For the rest of the practice, Lena performed with the grace of a robot, swinging her arms like they were attached by hinges. She resented Kara for sitting in a front seat and watching her the whole time, never once venturing out of the gymnasium, not even during their breaks.

An entire week went by, and it seemed like Kara was determined to out her every afternoon.


The omega showed up in short skirts and tight-fitting tops that distracted Lena throughout her warm-ups.

Whenever she fucked something up because of Kara or her sweet-as-pie pheromones, Lena compensated by lashing out at Winn, and so far nobody had noticed.

The momentary relief of making herself feel better always resulted in Kara requesting to speak with her privately. That wouldn’t have been so bad if Lena was able to keep her hands to herself, or rather, her lips.

Kara would say something stupid to try and rationalize Lena’s behavior, and Lena would scoff and ignore the advice with a catty remark. Then they would spend the next few minutes making out like they had been deprived their whole lives. It couldn’t possibly continue.

Just entering the locker room was starting to make Lena feel a certain way, and it was hard to hide that in her cheer outfit. The insanity would either end or it would escalate, and Lena had worked too hard to become the alpha she was now just to throw it all away for an omega who wore more cardigans than an Alaskan grandmother.

She resolved to put a stop to it by confronting Kara, though what possessed her to show up at the omega’s dorm-room that Friday night was beyond her. She figured the omega wouldn’t have any plans and rattled the door with a few sharp knocks.

“Lena, what are you doing here?” Kara uttered in surprise, a smile already on her lips as she stepped aside to let Lena in.

Kara’s happiness disarmed some of Lena’s righteous anger at being attracted to someone so soft. She realized her mistake the second Kara shut the door and trapped her in a room full of her delectable pheromones.

“I need you to stop attending our practices,” Lena bluntly admitted as the omega gestured for her to take a seat.

The dorm room was decorated with a lot of color and muted rainbows, and Lena glared at a giant squishy stuffed animal as she sat down beside it on the bed.

“Oh,” Kara sulked and moved aside her mountain of pillows to squeeze in next to Lena. “I thought my technique was helping—”

Lena blatantly stared at the omega’s mouth and blocked her stiffening cock with one of the many cushions on the bed. “Your technique? No, that’s the problem. It’s not helping. It’s really not helping.”

Her erection was solid and defiantly pointing up against the zip on her pants, agitated that it couldn’t be freed. Lena shoved another pillow in beside Kara and filled the room with her dominant perfume.

“I thought talking to you in private was the considerate way to go, but I guess the locker room isn’t a private place, is it?” Kara looked genuinely crestfallen by their predicament, and it confused the hell out of Lena because she didn’t know if they were actually talking about peer mediation or their regular make-out sessions.

“No, it’s not.” Lena warily kept her eye on Kara’s hand as it moved to her knee. “So, what are we going to do about it?”

“I can still come to your practices, but we just won’t talk privately in the locker room,” Kara intoned and smiled too agreeably for Lena’s liking.

The contradictory part of Lena’s alpha was feeling aggravated that Kara wasn’t making a bigger deal out of suddenly dropping their secretive habit. They had kissed at least a dozen times, and if Kara was the kind of omega who considered that nothing, Lena never wanted to speak to her again.

“We’ll just have to set up some private sessions outside of cheer practice,” Kara continued and slipped the extra cushions off the bed to drift a little more towards Lena. “Maybe we can order some pizza and start tonight.”

Lena’s impulse to decline was only hindered by the fact that she couldn’t leave without Kara or anyone else in the hallway seeing that she was hard. She huffed at being stuck in Kara’s room and finally relented with a disgruntled, “Fine, but if you order it with pineapple, I’ll never look at you the same again.”

Kara’s smile was openly flirtatious as she pushed her glasses up by the frame and fluttered her lashes. “How do you look at me now?” She asked, soft and receptive to the way Lena’s eyes drifted to her mouth, then lower to the swell of her breasts hidden by her sweater.

The question burned through Lena’s alpha, and she was mortified by the throb of her cock that was eager to answer for her. They stared at one another as the heat between them intensified.


Lena growled without thought and tried to play it off as frustration and not the building desire to make use of the bed they were on. “Are you ordering or not? I don’t have all night.”

Kara bit her lip to hide her smile, and then called up her favorite place. She ordered her usual, whatever the hell that was, and Lena felt an unrelenting resentment towards the person on the phone who made Kara laugh.

Normally her policy for hooking up with omegas was that they didn’t attend the same university. It kept everything simple and separate, and left no room for the distraction a relationship would cause.

Until Kara, she never allowed herself to make out with the same omega more than twice. Lena’s reputation for being unattainable was part of her allure, and she used it to her advantage to assert her control over everyone who looked at her with lust. If anyone found out she was attracted to the biggest nerd on campus, her life would be virtually over.

“Should be here in about twenty minutes or less,” Kara cheerfully informed her and pulled out her calendar from a desk drawer to go over her schedule. “So, I’m usually free between 8pm onwards most nights, except on Mondays and Wednesdays.”

“Why? What do you do then?” Lena uttered, genuinely curious as she peered at the omega’s schedule.

“Oh, I volunteer at the local shelter with my friend Nia,” Kara freely shared and paused as she wrote out the times of Lena’s usual cheer practice. “Her boyfriend works there, and she’s studying photography, so we try to bathe the animals and take cute pictures to help them get adopted faster.”

Lena knew it would be difficult to hate Kara if she imagined the omega cuddling a puppy in her arms. Between her do-gooder nature and emotional intelligence, Kara possessed attractive traits that went beyond her looks.

“I love animals,” Lena breathed out, prepared to exploit a decades’ old interest in veterinary science on the off chance it would get her into Kara’s panties. She wasn’t quite that horrible, but her alpha was screwing with her mind.

“You should tag along next week if you’re free on Monday night.” Kara leaned in, opening her mouth just a tad as she inhaled Lena’s alpha musk. “All of the shelter dogs need a lot of love. I’ll let you pet me—them. I’ll let you pet them.”

Lena had no clue if she heard that slip of the tongue or if it was just her alpha’s wishful thinking. In either case, that offer pushed her guard so far down that the word “Sure” popped out of her stupid mouth.

She was visiting Kara’s dorm to get rid of her, not to set up future dates—and she chided herself for mentally referring to it as a date.

“What about you, Lena?” Kara slipped her fingers behind a wavy loose strand of her hair and pulled it back.  “What are you some of your hobbies and interests other than cheer?”

“I don’t have any. When I was a kid, I played three instruments and took Tae kwon do classes. I competed in chess matches every week with adult masters of the game, but then my whole world narrowed to cheer.” Lena opened up without any hesitancies until she spotted the compassionate smile on Kara’s face and attentive, keen blue eyes.

“I knew there was more to you than cheerleading,” Kara whispered gently and without insult, and stood to grab some sodas from her mini fridge.

The timing irritated Lena, and she considered Kara’s withdrawal a judgement of her chosen sport. She stood up without thinking, fully prepared to walk out, and then her body reminded her why she couldn’t. The pillows in her lap tumbled to her knees and Lena grabbed another just as Kara turned with the drinks.

The other issue with taking the drink was that Lena’s hand collided with Kara’s and the brief closeness was overwhelming. Lena panicked and opened her soda to spray the omega into backing off.

The fizz of the drink allowed her to play it off like it was accidental, though she also laughed out of reflexive mean-girl spirit that conflicted with how she truly felt.

“Shoot, I must have shaken the cans.” Kara took the blame for the mess and scrambled to grab paper towels that still did nothing for her shirt.

Quick thinking and fast, Kara pulled it off over her head—and that was when Lena knew she messed up. She stared at the lacy baby blue demi cups that seemed too small to hold the perfect handfuls of Kara’s breasts. Lena had a solution for that and stepped closer under the guise of helping out. She thumbed open the clasp and slid the bra away.

“You’re soaked,” Lena observed, only partially referring to the damp lace.

“I know. It’s your fault,” Kara replied, slipping right into her game of innuendo.

Lena reached out to clasp the side of Kara’s neck and brought her closer to kiss. She held on to the claim part of Kara’s neck, her hand loose over it as her tongue pressed into the omega’s mouth.

Without any worry about others stumbling in on them, Lena’s alpha was free to do as it pleased. She kissed possessively to leave Kara breathless and touched the omega’s tits with both hands. Her fingers strayed over a nipple, back and forth and with a mind of their own.

“Get your panties off,” Lena demanded into the omega’s vulnerable neck, using her full pull as an alpha.

Kara unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down her thighs, bending and stepping out of them. Lena sat on the bed again and stared at the omega. Her cotton panties had a visible wet spot.

“Do you get this wet when any alpha visits your dorm?”

Lena slid one finger into the nylon waistband and snapped it gently against the skin as she pulled Kara closer and onto her lap.

“No, just you,” Kara muttered shyly and rubbed her thighs together like it must have ached to be so turned on.

“You want me to touch your pussy, don’t you, Kara?” Lena lowered her voice to a sultry rumble and moved her hand to Kara’s hip to await consent.

“Yes,” Kara whined and positioned two fingers on the patch of her slick to massage herself through the fabric.

Lena kissed her and took over, feeling the thick pool of arousal in Kara’s panties that made them slide easily up and down over her clitoris. The fabric itself wasn’t getting any traction with that much excitement all over it and Lena moaned from rubbing Kara’s pliant lips open and the stiff little bead in between them. As soon as she found it, Kara groaned and writhed and rocked against Lena’s hand in desperation.

“You must be extra sensitive,” Lena husked in approval and worked her fingers into Kara’s clit a bit more firmly than she would with any other omega. “Do you need me to take your panties off?”

“Please, yes,” Kara gasped out and willed herself to stop gyrating so that Lena could lift her legs and remove the cotton.

Lena started a tremor in her thighs just by stroking them delicately with two fingertips. She delayed until Kara seemed frustrated and tugged the panties down the omega’s hips at her own  pace.

Underneath the pale blue material, Kara’s pussy was smooth shaven with the smallest tuft of pretty blonde curls above an excited pink clit.

Kara’s exposure also stiffened Lena’s cock  and thinking about knotting inside of the omega’s cunt was not a remedy. Lena set her jaw into a clench and still groaned as she slipped apart Kara’s private little lips. Up close, she saw the inside of the omega’s cunt and the slow lifting and spasming of the cushy lower wall. The slick that gathered inside was riding the soft waves each time the omega’s pussy fluttered.

Lena figured out what pleased Kara most as she rubbed at her clit and watched her body beg to be entered.

“When you do this alone, do you like to have something inside you?” Lena inhaled and refused to release the breath as she came up with way too many scenarios for how Kara masturbated.

Kara blushed, but she was too stimulated to hold back the truth and soon she was lifting her pelvis towards Lena’s hand. “Sometimes I use my fingers, but I’ve never made myself come that way. I always feel like I need more.”

Lena grunted at the candid answer and rewarded it with a good rub between Kara’s labia, up and down over her clit. Her fingertips intruded the barest inch inside the omega, not a true penetration at all—but she was still able to caress and tease the place where Kara would want her cock.

“Do you give yourself more?” Lena had always been too bold when it came to seeking information, and she never thought to check herself.

They were just getting to know each other, and Lena wanted all of the intimate details of Kara’s self-pleasuring habits.

“There’s this beta toy I keep in my drawer,” Kara confessed with a rosy face, glancing towards her desk where it must have been stored away. “I’ve dated a beta in the past.”

“No alphas?” Lena questioned as she lean-reached to pull open the drawer.

She would have never been comfortable rifling around in anyone’s belongings at someone’s home, but this was different because Kara told her where to find it. Her alpha wanted to see, to imagine—but the slim little toy was nothing to excite the senses.

Lena had owned pencils thicker than that. Granted they were the oversized kind with a tassel that dangled from the eraser, but she felt embarrassed on behalf of any beta who was likewise endowed.  She stood up to open the clasp on her pants straight away, and her arrogance motivated her to slide Kara’s hand down to her cock.

She didn’t expect the omega to make a loud noise of excitement, though, or immediately strip her, briefs and all.

Lena assumed the omega was too distracted to respond to her question, but Kara remembered to compose herself as she leaned back on the bed, resting her weight on her elbows.

Kara spoke to her cock and her face. “I’ve been friends with alphas before, but that’s it. Just friends.”

The shy little smile on Kara’s lips intimated that she would like to be more than friends with Lena.

Without her pants on, Lena was much less capable of exercising rational judgment. She stroked herself from low down on the knot base to the rim of her erection, which she gave a special attention.

Becoming friends with Kara was a step in the wrong direction, and completely defeated the purpose of sacrificing her Friday night just to banish the omega from her practices. So far, she hadn’t even succeeded in doing that—in fact, she was scheduled to spend even more time with Kara.

It aggravated her to no end that Kara was adept at controlling her with nothing more than a smile. It must have been reverse psychology learned through all of those peer mediation sessions. Lena would never admit it was more than that, or that she was soft for the happiness bursting from Kara. That would have been tragic, and the only reason Lena returned to her seat on the bed was because of her worked-up alpha.

“Why don’t you show me how this thing works?” Lena asked, lifting the beta toy with undisguised contempt.

Kara switched it on and the pathetically low vibration made Lena feel sorry for the omega. Lena turned it off and moved her hand onto Kara’s thigh.

“On second thought, let me,” Lena persuaded and slipped her shirt off to lie beside Kara in bed, leaning over her.

She raised up Kara’s knee and resumed handling her cunt, separating the omega’s lips with her fingers, and mapping the same semi-circles on her clit. The little whorls made Kara wondrously wet, and Lena continued to check the slick inside of her in between all of the external play. As her fingers entered the secret heat between Kara’s thighs, she caressed just inside like she had before.

“Do you need something in your cunt?” Lena frowned and drew a breath through her nostrils, the scent of sex heavy between them. “What should we put in here?”

Kara lifted her shoulders off the bed from the coy game and whimpered. “Will you put your fingers inside me?”

Lena obliged with her middle finger, finding it easiest to push it into Kara’s heated little pussy. She went slower than usual, savoring the snug warmth and imagining it on her cock.

“Does this feel nice?” Lena breathed, knowing for a fact that it did as Kara thrashed and tried to move in time to the penetration. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Kara? You’ve never even let an alpha fuck you, but you’re letting me inside your pussy right now.”

Kara nodded weakly, moaning and gasping as Lena pressed her index and middle fingers together and slid them two-knuckles deep.

“What else belongs in your pussy, Kara? Should we use the beta toy?” Lena hesitated to reach for that pathetic thing, but some part of her was still curious how it would fit inside of the omega.

Kara whimpered and reached for her cock, touching it for the first time with a surprised moan. She saw how it reacted to her grasp by dripping arousal and stroked it with enthusiasm.

Lena would have liked the omega to plead before reciprocating, but Kara’s smooth palm wrapped around her too pleasurably for her to just seize control back.

Kara rubbed it in her own slick, her thumb massaging into the veins and twitching head. She moved her fist around it, substituting the closed heat of her hand for the sexual heat of her pussy.

Lena gained back the smallest bit of power by turning on the beta toy and sliding it down to Kara’s entrance. She hesitated just shy of thrusting it in, and leaned down to scrape her teeth over Kara’s neck. “Can I see how this looks inside of you? How it fills you up?”

Kara’s whine was the right kind of pitiful to excite Lena’s alpha. It begged for Lena to take ownership of her cunt, as though Kara understood she was capable of giving her the satisfaction she craved.

The subtle lift of Kara’s pelvis was all for her, and she tried not to let it go to her head as the omega whispered into her ear, “Please, Lena, use it on me.”

All of Lena’s previous experience involved using her own cock. The beta toy was sad in comparison to her erection, yet it still aroused her to see the way Kara’s receptive little opening stretched for it.

“Keep your legs nice and spread if you want it deep,” Lena encouraged and clasped Kara’s knee to stop her thighs from closing reflexively.

She stroked her thumb between the silken partition of Kara’s labia where her clit throbbed and thrust inward lazily. The glide wasn’t as smooth as before when she used her fingers, and Lena rocked her hips to push her cock through Kara’s delicate grip to pretend she was experiencing it for real.

“You’re really tight inside, aren’t you? This is almost too much for your pussy to take.” The alpha in Lena was happy with that discovery, even if it made Kara blush and bite at her lip.

Lena groaned from the firmer tugs Kara gave her cock in response and pressed her face into the crook of the omega’s throat where her pheromones were strongest.

She wasn’t in a relationship with Kara and shouldn’t have been thinking about being her first alpha—but she was so into the idea of having Kara’s cunt that she plunged the toy in and out faster just to hear how generously slick her pussy was inside.

“Are you thinking of how good it would feel if my cock was inside you instead?” Lena’s sultry rasp was barely above a whisper, and she kissed at the sensitive place her teeth had scraped earlier. She made no attempt to hide the way she slammed through Kara’s closed fist as if mimicking how she would do it.

Kara’s hand tightened around her in correlation with the spasming inside her pussy. Lena groaned at the hot pressure and worked her hips twice as hard. She slid the beta cock in to the hilt, leaving just enough space for her fingers to clasp onto it.

“I’m pretending you’re thrusting into me. I’m going to come.” Kara groaned through her rows of teeth and her inner clenching became more consistent.

“Come on my cock, Kara,” Lena huffed and pounded her cunt, ignoring the cramp in her hand as she pushed in over and over, massaging the omega from the inside out. “It’s my cock inside you now. Your pussy is so stretched and there’s no going back. This is what you need, and you can only get it from me.”

The physical act of getting Kara off was incredible, but the fantasy tipped them into synchrony, and they climaxed together. Lena blasted her scorching seed over Kara’s palm and side, and a warm gush of gratification pooled on the sheets beneath the omega.

The orgasm brought back some of Lena’s clarity and she sat up in awe that she let herself get into bed with Kara. Her mind fog cleared even more as Kara’s phone rang and she scampered into some clothes to head down and collect their pizza.

Lena dressed herself in the empty dorm room, contemplating a dozen excuses as to why she would have to leave before they even ate together. None of them stuck in her omega-bewitched brain and she behaved like a totally whipped, wifed-up alpha. She hurried after Kara to pay for their food, opened every door, and ate two slices of pepperoni before mentally recanting.

“I don’t even eat carbs,” Lena muttered into her second crust, horrified.

“Well, I won’t tell anyone,” Kara laughed and offered Lena the box as she chewed on her own slice. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

The teasing phrase held weight to it, and for a long moment they stared at one another as Kara imparted silently that she was okay with keeping the activities that happened between them on the down low. Lena didn’t want to address it and took it for granted that Kara was fine with the arrangement, which had worked out for them all week.

“So, is this what you do on Friday nights? Just sit up here alone and have a couple slices?” Lena asked, and not just to change the subject.

She genuinely wanted to find out what kind of life Kara lived outside of peer mediation and studying, and so far it seemed kind of sad. Lena tried not to let it show as she pushed down her own feelings by biting into a slice she would have to work off in the morning.

Kara wiped her greasy fingers on a napkin as she peered at Lena. “Oh, no, sometimes I go to parties with my friends. Unless they’re on a date. On Saturdays, we go off campus for karaoke and pool—not that I’m any good at either of those things, but I have fun. What about you, do you just show up randomly at an omega’s door on Friday night, or is this a first for you?”

Lena squinted and smiled at the banter, which was the opposite of what should have happened when Kara asked her about casual hook-ups. She didn’t owe Kara any details of her romantic past, and yet she laughed, “I usually call first, but I lost your number.”

She had thrown it in the trash, but she couldn’t say that after bringing Kara to orgasm half an hour earlier.

Kara remedied the situation by grabbing a sticky note from her desk and jotting it down with a smiley face and a love heart. She handed it over with a proud scent about her and preened.

Lena should have torn that up, but she put it right into her phone and stuck the incriminating evidence in her pocket.

After that she tossed her paper plate into the trash and fixed the zipper on her pants. She headed for the door with Kara following right behind her, and they awkwardly stood across from one another with Lena stepping out of range of a kiss.

“I still have grease on my face,” Lena lied as she went for the doorknob, but the omega was faster and took her by the hand as she planted a sweet kiss on her lips.

“Thanks for stopping by tonight,” Kara whispered and stood on tiptoes to match Lena’s added height in heels. “I had a wonderful time and I’m glad we worked through some things.”

Lena nodded despite feeling as though nothing was resolved. “See you at practice.”

She left before Kara could kiss her again and disrupt her thought process or make her any less indignant about the omega’s power over her. There had to be a better way to distance herself from Kara Danvers, and even if it took her an entire semester to figure that out, she was committed to the task.