Mistakes Were Made

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

Description: Post season 6. When Lena begins to send her nudes, Kara struggles between the fine line of friendship and flirtation. If only she knew she sent the first one, maybe she would feel less guilty about getting off to her best friend's pics.

Word count: 9,781

Tags: Kara POV, accidental dick pic spam, Comedy, spaz dork Kara, sexting as friends, furious masturbation, smut and knotting as friends.

I know you're all here for an escape, but I wanted to say I hope you're all safe, and my heart goes out to anyone who is suffering because of world events.




Having super speed could be considered a disadvantage when certain circumstances presented themselves. Kara learned that through a process of trial and error, which meant flying through walls, knocking down lamp posts, and breaking the neon signs at least twice a year at her favorite take-out restaurants. She made other mistakes in the past, like handing in articles with missing words and buying the wrong items on her phone from clicking too enthusiastically. The most damaging errors were the ones she didn’t even know about until later — when she flew back over the public property she ruined, or received forty gallons of laundry detergent in the mail.

Unbeknownst to Kara, she committed a major blunder two weeks after accepting the position of Editor in chief at CatCo. It all started when she encouraged a gossip columnist to write a feature about the person she admired most.


Kara wanted to be supportive of Tina, who just joined the staff and reminded her a lot of herself in those early days of working as Cat’s personal assistant. She could never have known that Tina’s hero was Supergirl, or that she would dig up a whole lot of nonsense on online forums that Kara had never even seen before.

Tina spent days gathering a bunch of omegas around her desk to pore over the Supergirl page on The O Chat, which covered the latest in celebrity gossip with a lot of anonymous stories from women who claimed to know Supergirl. Kara tried to avoid lurking around Tina’s part of the office, but she was lured in by all of the loud laughter.

“Simp34 says that she’s slept with Supergirl. She compares the hero’s size to a 2-liter soda bottle and says that Supergirl is into humiliation kink. Look, here’s a post where she claims that Supergirl asked her to try out pegging—"

Kara paused at the whisperings between Tina, Liam and Hannah, and turned her back to stand near the water cooler and eavesdrop. Her eyes popped wider the longer she stood in that spot.

“SuperFurriends claims that Supergirl’s dick is the size of a gherkin pickle and just as green. It’s the one part of her that looks alien.” Liam pointed to the post on-screen and chuckled as Hannah scrolled down to a picture of an actual pickle.

Tina brought an end to their laughter with a serious clearing of her throat. “Come on, guys, this is terrible! Supergirl does nothing but help people and look at how many are sharing private images they claim they took while spending the night with her. That would be a huge violation of trust if it were true.”

From the corner of her eye, Kara saw some images on the computer screen that were definitely not safe for work. Hannah continued to scroll through them and paused on another post.

“Shamrock266 seems to know a lot of details about Supergirl’s history. She also claims she has an intimate relationship with Supergirl. She called Simp34 a liar in this post —"

From the various posts that her subordinates read out loud, Kara gathered that a lot of people liked to speculate about her status as an alpha, and whether she measured up or fell short of everyone’s fantasies.

“Nia, can you just jump into my seat for a few minutes?” Kara called out as she stalked by her friend’s desk and straight into her glass office.

She headed for the balcony without glancing back, changed into her suit, and flew home to strip off her clothes in paranoia. At four o’clock, she was scheduled to meet with the CFO of the company to discuss their strategy for the third quarter. That gave her fifteen minutes to inspect herself in front of the mirror, taking a dozen or more selfies that let her zoom in for a close-up. It might have been the critical gossip on the internet that gave her such an indignant hard-on, but Kara breathed a sigh of relief as she compared herself to every fake picture.

She knew it was unlikely anyone would have a real photo of Supergirl, but her mind went back to all of the times when her pants and her guard might have been down. After skimming several online forums, she vowed to be more careful when wearing the Super suit.

It had taken years for her to develop confidence after presenting as an alpha and even longer to explore physical intimacy with anyone. Apart from some fooling around in college and two short relationships with betas, she lacked the experience that most of The O Chat users insisted she had.

Kara puzzled over posts with the hastag Daddy Supergirl, which featured images of her standing in a wide stance with her hands on her hips, followed by a bunch of comments that she forwarded straight to Alex.



She typed out a fast follow-up question and hit send:

Hey, what’s a simp? And why do so many women want me to step on them??

While Alex took a long time to write a response, Kara flung her clothes back on and read through her recent texts from Lena.

Over the long months of working together to collect the All Stone totems and defeat their enemies, she and Lena had formed an even closer friendship. They hung out more often than ever before, and Kara accompanied Lena to all major events, including the parties for the Luthor Foundation.


Lena texted her the details of a party that was taking place later in the week and asked what Kara wanted to do after it ended.

Kara started to answer and then a reminder about her meeting at CatCo popped up to obscure the message box. That was when her super speed kicked in out of panic and she accidentally clicked onto her photos without realizing it. She shoved the phone into a pocket of her suit and flew out through the window, oblivious to the fact that she sent her whole collection of dick pictures to Lena.


Her rough landing snapped the phone in half, and between worrying about her meeting and the day’s most important stories, Kara didn’t have the time to consider replacing it.

It wasn’t until several hours later at the end of the work day that Kara finally left CatCo and flew to the nearest mall before it closed. Fortunately, she managed to purchase a new phone without any hitches. Those came later, when she remembered to respond to Lena’s earlier messages.

Texting and flying rarely got her in trouble, and Kara thought nothing of it when she hovered above the city to fire off a quick message. 


Obviously I want to spend time with you after the party.


She followed it up with a little heart and a winky face that always seemed to accompany their quick back-and-forths, and she was in the process of tucking her phone away when a new message popped up on her screen.

In hindsight, Kara should have waited until she landed to check it. Instead of coming to a stop outside her favorite Chinese place, she blew straight past it and right through the florist’s shop.

She was halfway down the block with daisies in her hair and roses stuck to her cape when she collided with a tree and finally blinked after viewing an image of Lena posing in a floor length mirror.


Lena wore a sheer little gown, and her face wasn’t in the picture, but Kara would have known that neck freckle anywhere—not that she was looking at that.

“Golly,” Kara whispered, beet red and breathless as she covetously gaped at Lena’s tits and the dusky shade of her nipples that were trying to peek through the fabric.


She almost missed the message at the bottom and fumbled to read it as she took off before she caused more damage to her surroundings.

Sounds good. What do you think?

Kara took a deep breath and gritted her teeth together dramatically as she glanced around at the city lights. She had no idea if Lena was asking her opinion as a friend, or as more than that, and she didn’t know how to ask.

To complicate matters, her cock became stiffer the longer she stared open-mouthed at the picture. All moral dilemmas aside, she figured it would be safe to reply like a reporter, with plenty of compliments and a follow-up question.

You look so good in that! Is that a new a night gown for the warmer weather we’ve been having? I bet it’s pretty comfy! I love the detail on the front. Do you have any other pictures of it?

Her final question might not have been so innocent and Kara burned redder from asking. She smacked her forehead in regret, just knowing that Lena was showing her all of this because they were best friends with a strong bond of trust.

Most omegas wouldn’t text pictures like that to an alpha unless they were in a committed relationship, and Kara should have recognized that before she foolishly requested another picture. She fretted openly, pacing back and forth on the roof of a building until another text came through from Lena. This one was another full body shot, taken in a better lighted area that must have been Lena’s bedroom. It revealed more of the lace on the black negligee, but also the supple and smooth shape of Lena’s cunt.

“Wow—wow, wow.”

Kara took a step backwards and fell forty feet through the air, hitting her head on a tree branch, but fortunately not losing her grip on her phone. She clutched the device to her chest and read Lena’s message with wide eyes.

How is this, Kara? I’ve honestly always wanted to know how you saw me. You’re my best friend and you’re an alpha. Do you like how I look?

Kara’s cock strained against her super suit, harder than the tree branch that would have brained her if she was human. She kept her phone in hand and launched herself off the ground, speeding home before she caused further damage to herself or others.

As soon as her feet touched the floor to her apartment, she rushed out of her clothes and wrote Lena back.

Based on Lena’s message, Kara concluded that the omega must have wanted some reassurances about her appearance. Lena was asking her to chime in objectively, the same way she might if they were talking about other topics, like ice cream flavors or shoes or any number of things.

You’re perfect in every way. Couldn’t be more perfect!

Kara sank down on the end of her bed, content in the knowledge that she was just helping Lena out as a friend. She attempted to divert herself from thinking about Lena’s body too much in the hopes that it would stop her cock from occasionally pulsating with arousal—but then another message came from Lena that completely wrecked that plan.

Can I show you everything? I’ll take my clothes off and get into bed.

Kara flopped back on her own pillows, her mind temporarily checking out as her alpha took over and responded for her.

Of course you can show me. Besides, it’s a good idea not to wear too much to bed. It will probably be even more relaxing to take that off considering this early summer heat. I know you also get too cold when you run the air conditioning at night.

The dots on Kara’s screen meant that Lena was typing, and she stopped breathing until another text appeared.

You’re so right, Kara. I’ve taken my negligee off and I’m in bed now, ready to show you. I have to say my nipples are so much more sensitive when I’m about to go into heat. See how they’re slightly red? I play with them a lot at night.

Kara slipped her hand into her pants as her imagination tortured her with the idea of that, and then Lena provided a set of visuals she would never, ever be able to forget.

The first snap was a close-up of Lena’s tits, and in the second, it was clear Lena must have been rubbing them both.


The omega’s nipples formed little red peaks and Kara bit her lip avoidantly, hoping it would be a deterrent to all of the thoughts that came instantly to mind about sucking on Lena’s nipples. Her thumbs went automatically to the screen, typing out a response she didn’t adequately consider.

You should play with them both. It looks like your heat might start soon. I’m sure it’ll feel good.

Lena responded fast, without any little dots showing up on Kara’s screen in no time:

I’m playing with my tits just because you told me to do it. I love how it feels. I’m going take my thong off now and send you some pictures of my pussy.

In the back of her mind, Kara knew she should have responded to that, maybe to deter Lena from doing something she might regret — or she could have checked in to make sure that her best friend was comfortable with showing her something so intimate.

Except every rational thought escaped Kara’s mind, and she wrapped her hand around her cock to try and stop its incessant throbbing. She forgot how to breathe again when an image popped up and she gripped her phone so roughly a hairline crack appeared on the screen. Kara gaped at the soft contour of Lena’s pussy, and the pink of her labia which parted shyly to give the barest glimpse of the silk that gathered discreetly along it.

Kara brought the phone so close to her face that her breath fogged the screen and her erection ached to feel the warmth of her friend.

She tapped out a message before her brain even authorized it, and if her hand started to move over her cock, it was purely unintentional.

You sure look pretty like that. Not that I’ve ever seen any other omega like this, but wow, you’re beautiful.

Another picture appeared, this time with Lena’s legs spread wider so that Kara could see deeper in the sexual rouge of Lena’s entrance. She looked so soft and tight, and Kara groaned as she pumped her fist over her shaft to ease some of her tension. Her cock responded to light caresses and heavier handling, standing upright as she envisioned pushing into Lena’s cunt. She kept a firm grip on the head, stroking it a little too vigorously as she waited for another message.

I used to feel insecure about showing anyone my body, but it feels so right to show you, Kara.

Guilt flooded through Kara along with endorphins from thrusting her cock through her own gripping hand. She hesitated for only a second and then stripped off in a whirlwind of speed to take a couple of pictures of the generous jut of her cock and the heavy tip that weighted it down without her hand for support. It was only fair to share her own insecurities when Lena was being so brave and open by letting Kara see her this way.

Kara sent off a few snaps from the waist down with her abs visible. She was in too much of a hurry to respond that she didn’t think to wipe off the sticky trickle of arousal that pooled and slid down the head of her erection. 


I worried I didn’t look the same as alphas on Earth, but I’ve learned to love myself for all that I am. You’re gorgeous, Lena. I hope you never think otherwise.

It took a full minute for a response to come through in the form of another photo, this one exposing Lena’s inner lips and the glistening between them in the open little space of her cunt.

Kara fisted her cock, getting her own slippery arousal all over her hard abs as she breathed heavier.


This could never wear her out, but her exhilaration was unlike any other and left her dizzied and desperate to release inside of Lena. Her imagination powered her through a first orgasm, her seed busting through the tight clasp of her fingers. She groaned so loud and so long that snow flurries fell on her bed sheets, and still her libido demanded that she continue.

Setting her phone on her pillow, she curled on her side and jerked her cock into an even stiffer erection. She thought about locking Lena’s legs up by her shoulders and rutting her into the bed.

Another pair of photos came through with Lena sprawled out naked and looking up at the phone and Kara wondered if the omega had been touching herself.

“Ohh, Rao, Lena,” Kara groaned incoherently into her sheets and thrashed from the fantasy of Lena playing with her pale, smooth cunt. “Good girl, rub your pussy.”

She would never text that to Lena and she reddened in mortification from uttering it out loud to herself. Down low in her shaft, her pleasure was surging, and it forced its way up through the tip. Another mental image entered her head and strengthened her orgasm when she pictured releasing all over Lena’s pussy, thighs and stomach.

It relieved a lot of her straining tension, and at the same time made her collapse into the sheets in self-reproach.

The bed was soaked with Kara’s seed, and by the time she finally cleaned herself off and put fresh sheets on the bed, Lena had sent her a goodnight text. One last picture accompanied it – Lena all tucked in and cozy beneath the covers.

Sweet dreams, Kara sent back, knowing that her own would likely be far from sweet and innocent.

Bright and early the next morning, she woke to find a message from Lena already waiting for her, and opened it to discover a photo of two sets of expensive lingerie laid out on the omega’s bed. Her cock twitched to attention and Kara tried to tame it back down by trapping it between her thighs as she peered at Lena’s text.

I can’t decide which ones to wear.

Kara could envision Lena in both and that certainly didn’t help her hard-on. She stumbled out of bed with the idea of showering.

The temptation to jerk off proved to be too great, and she didn’t think her conscience could handle it, because it wasn’t fair to derive pleasure from Lena like this.

After agonizing over the choices, Kara’s alpha finally stepped in to offer her opinion. It seemed rational on the surface, but on closer inspection, one set was sexier than the other.

The blue ones are so pretty, but the red would match your lipstick!

Soon after that, Kara chewed through her toothbrush as Lena popped up on her phone wearing the set she recommended. The gossamer red showcased Lena’s tits, and her pert nipples stuck out against the lace.

The wisp of fabric that masqueraded as panties meant Kara could see the seam of Lena’s cunt and she groaned at how hopelessly attracted she was to her friend.

Lena texted her again and sent another full body shot.

You’re right. It complements the shade perfectly.

Kara wouldn’t have known, because her eyes weren’t anywhere near Lena’s face. She hissed under her breath when her cock sprang out of her pants, tearing a hole through the material.

“These were my favorite,” Kara groaned and stripped out of her pants to put on a pair that weren’t quite so tight fitting.

The outline of her cock was noticeable, but she didn’t have time to take care of it and snapped a photo of herself in the bathroom mirror to send Lena. She looked professional with her dark button-down shirt tucked into her pants, and she sent off the image with a simple, Off to work I go!

Getting through the morning was easy, because she met with her staff to discuss their various articles and responded to a bunch of emails without having a spare minute to peek back at her texts. She optimistically believed she would make it through the day without any recurrent guilt and tried to convince herself that what happened with Lena was a one-off situation.

It would be terrible if she went home after work and opened some of Lena’s photos to stroke her cock—but as she began to wind down for lunch, that was all she could think about doing. She bounced her leg and typed faster, keeping her eyes on her laptop instead of where they wanted to be, on her phone screen.

Tina knocked on her door to find her staring with intensity at an empty document. “Hey, Miss Danvers, are you okay? If you had laser vision, I bet there would be a hole in your MacBook by now.”

Kara laughed out a fake and half-hearted sound and reached out for the papers that Tina delivered into her hand. “I’m fine.There’s just something on my mind and I can’t stop thinking about it, no matter how hard I try.”

Tina slid into the chair across from her, like she was interested in listening to Kara’s problems.

Kara could never explain her moral dilemmas about seeing her best friend naked, but she would have talked about the issue in vague terms had it not been for the article in front of her. She scanned the title Supergirl’s Secret Life and braced herself to read the lies that her staff had uncovered on the gossip forum. Much to her relief, there was no mention of gherkin pickles, but the article did make guesses about Supergirl’s love life and possible partners.

“Lucy Lane?” Kara blurted upon finding the name of one hypothetical girlfriend. “How would she date Supergirl? She doesn’t even live in National City anymore. This is just because Superman is public about his relationship with Lois, isn’t it?”

She skimmed through other anonymous reports from people claiming to have a personal relationship with Supergirl and frowned when Lena’s name appeared in the fifth paragraph.

Lena strode into the office with the worst timing, and Kara gaped up at her best friend’s sexy burgundy dress that did nothing to prevent her from vividly remembering how she looked when naked.

“Leee-nuh!” Kara over emphasized and dropped the article on the desk as she stood to offer her customary hug. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning. Couldn’t get you out of my head. What are you doing here?”

“I had a meeting and thought I’d swing by to have lunch with my favorite editor. I brought you donuts as a pick-me-up. I know how you love the pink ones,” Lena intoned through a smile, her arms lingering around Kara’s shoulders for so long that Tina lifted the copy of her article and scored through paragraph five.

Kara was none the wiser, because she was trying valiantly to angle her hips away from her best friend, all the while she inhaled greedily at the expensive perfume that mingled with Lena’s scent. She awkwardly held the bag of fried sugary goodness in front of her lap as a shield. “Oh—you—gosh – you really didn’t have to do that, I’m so busy right now–”

“Actually, Miss Danvers I have some edits I need to make, so if you want to grab lunch with Miss Luthor, you have time,” Tina explained, her inflection making Kara’s eyes pop wide.

The laughter that poured out of Kara went on too long and Lena squinted at the way she backed off to grab a donut from the bag. The idea was to shut herself up with the treat, but the closer Kara brought it to her lips, the more her mind kept flashing to Lena’s little cunt, all shimmery and wet and just as pink.

“Kara, is everything alright?” Lena pressed, striding forward with nothing but concern on her face. She inadvertently backed Kara against the desk, and leaned in to help herself to a donut, like she worried that they had mixed up her order.

Kara’s eyes dropped to the tantalizing sight of Lena’s breasts, barely held back by the lacy bra beneath the low cut of her dress, and she malfunctioned as she mentally flipped through all of the pictures Lena had sent last night. “Of course, Lena, you’re my breast friend—best—and I—golly—I’m so hungry, but not for donuts.”

“Is there something else you’d rather have, Kara?” Lena asked, her voice a sultry purr as she tried to take the bag of baked goods out of Kara’s hands.

It would have been suave and flirtatious if Kara hadn’t held onto it with a manic grin and refused to let go. The slight tug of war ended with donuts flying across Kara’s office and Lena dejectedly holding onto one half of the ruined pack while Kara rushed to sit down to hide the very prominent tent in her pants.

“I promised I’d have lunch with Alex today,” Kara lied, impulsively coming up with a story to kill her libido and bury it under a pile of innocent topics. “Yeah, Alex mentioned that Kelly was going to make a whole bunch of comfort food—"

She opened her group chat with her sister and Kelly and corroborated her own ridiculous fabrications by begging for food in all caps.


LUNCH TODAY? PLEASE? 🥺 I MISS KELLY’S MAC AND CHEESE.

Lena squinted and frowned at Kara’s strange energy before smiling radiantly. “Okay, so I’ll just accompany you.”

Kara fidgeted with a pen, avoiding her best friend’s eyes and contemplating the only other time in her life that she felt such unbearable guilt — when she had lied about her identity. She considered this violation of trust to be on par with that, but this came with an uncomfortable physical side effect between her legs.

“I — uh—I need—I need to go to the bathroom,” Kara whined with all the maturity of a six-year-old, and then darted off before Lena could blink.

She did actually retreat into the bathroom, and then she escaped through the window and flew home. It took her exactly five minutes to stroke herself to orgasm, since she resisted looking at Lena’s pictures for exactly four of them.

One glance at Lena’s cunt and Kara exploded into her palm like a geyser going off in a heat wave. It relieved her arousal, and she persuaded herself that she could make it through her lunch hour with Lena.

Kara made it back to CatCo to find her friend sitting on the couch opposite her desk with a look of disappointment and confusion on her face.

“Kara, are you feeling okay?” Lena asked and stood up as soon as Kara reappeared. “You just ran off so quickly—”

“I feel so good now.” Kara grinned at the truth of the statement and gestured for Lena to accompany her onto the balcony. “Let’s go and eat.”

Flying across town with Lena in her arms probably wasn’t the best mode of transportation. The omega’s scent was enough to inspire another hard-on, and the fact that they were flush against one another made this one worse. Kara realized her error no less than five hundred feet off the ground when her cock poked into Lena’s ass cheek, rigid and relentless.

“Kara, your phone was really digging into me,” Lena murmured the second they landed, her face flushed as she turned to find Kara.

Except Kara wasn’t there, because she had zoomed around a table to hide and lean into it.

“Was it? I don’t have many pockets in this thing,” Kara explained, her high-pitched tone drawing out Alex and Brainy from the back. They both looked bewildered to see her and Lena standing there, and Kara overcompensated by laughing like she was deranged.

“Did we miss a new emergency?” Alex queried, zeroing in on the sharp and suspicious way Lena’s eyes snapped to Kara.

“Tell me you didn’t forget the lunch plans we made. I’ve been holding off on eating junk all day waiting for this,” Kara stated, posturing with her hands on her hips until she remembered her obvious problem.

Brainy noticed her error and rushed over to guide Kara into a seat, like he assumed having an erection that size was akin to being an invalid. He did his best to play along and raised his voice unnaturally to take the attention from Kara, “Lunch, yes, Alex was just saying we should call in our favorite order.”

“No I wasn’t, what the hell is going on?” Alex spat, sharing in Lena’s confusion as they came together to stare pointedly at Kara, the source of their frustration.

“I was about to ask the same thing,” Lena dryly remarked, her agitation taking on a frosty scent the longer she waited for answers. “I thought Kelly was making comfort food.”

“Nah—no,” Kara wheezed and shrank under the weight of her lies. She hyperventilated, her shoulders lifting and falling as she considered coming clean. It would get it off her conscience if she begged for Lena’s forgiveness. With a brave puffing up of her chest, she stared up at her best friend and breathed out the truth. “I just—I was anxious, because of what I did—”

Kelly stepped into the room at the precise moment to interrupt her bold confession. She pointed at Kara and held up a large pot she used to cook meals at the tower. “Hey, I was about to get started on lunch. Did you want my famous three cheese mac, or should I make it with a kick and add some spices this time?”

“Oh, well, I would prefer both,” Alex butted in, gesturing to herself and stepping in front of Kara.

Pacified by Kelly’s sudden appearance, Lena relaxed, but still squinted at Kara’s facial expression, which was apologetic and tense.

Whenever Lena looked at her like that, Kara assumed the omega already knew what was on her mind.

“You know I’ll eat anything and everything,” Kara added and glanced towards the private rooms where Lena often worked. She needed some alone time, or she would end up embarrassing herself. “I’ll be right back.”

Her pheromones would be all over the place if she decided to take care of her needs at the Tower, so Kara grabbed a large bottle of scent-masker and sprayed it excessively in the air. She locked the door before whipping her cock out and grabbed her phone to pore over the images of Lena in lingerie.

It made her feel less terrible to stroke her cock to Lena’s photos where the omega was at least partially clothed, but she selfishly moved on to the pictures of Lena’s breasts and cunt. Her favorite of the bunch was the close-up where she could glimpse inside of Lena’s sensitive, wet opening.

“Rao, please let me marry you.”

Those absurd words just popped out of her in the middle of her pleasure, and she carried on without focusing too much on the emotional side of her actions. She wanted to get off as fast as possible and pumped her hand over her full length with extra wrist speed.

Kara set her phone on the desk to stare at the picture of Lena’s cunt and groaned when she picked up on Lena’s voice beyond the door. “Is it just me, or is Kara acting strangely?”

There was a pause and then Alex chimed in, “Might have to do with some gossip website. She sent me links yesterday asking why there was a thread of omegas calling Supergirl their Daddy and simping pretty hard.”

“Oh god, what did she say?” Lena gasped, her heartbeat ticking up unexpectedly.

It was that breathy little sound that thickened Kara’s shaft and caused her fingers to tighten their grip. Suddenly all Kara could think about was the noises Lena might make in bed — the airy moans and raunchy, deeper groans of satisfaction if she rutted Lena hard enough. Kara rocked her hips to push the solid length of her erection through her fist, simulating the fantasy as she listened to their speculations.

“I don’t think she gets that half the omegas in National City are willing to throw themselves off buildings to meet her,” Alex sighed.

Kara thought of all the times she caught Lena in her arms, and how tightly the omega had held onto her. The alluring scent of her adoration and the warmth of her breath against Kara’s neck was something she would never forget.

“I’d better check on her,” Lena blurted, ending the conversation with a quick stride to the locked door. The sharp click clack of her heels sent tremors of arousal through Kara and she bit her lip as she jerked her cock faster when her friend stopped just shy of trying the handle.

“Kara?” Lena called out, her tone higher in pitch when she tried again, “Kara, are you coming?”

“Yesss,” Kara hissed, her moan stifled by the clench of her teeth. Seed emptied into her hand in a powerful jolt, and she was quick about cleaning up with some of the tissues Lena kept in a drawer.

She pulled the door open to find Lena still standing there in concern, and sputtered unconvincingly, “I had to take care of something for — um, work.”

Kara had no idea that she had a rosy complexion or that her eyes were still glazed and lidded from the rush of endorphins and dopamine.

Lena shut the door behind her and pressed the lock into place. In the other room, Kara heard movement and retreating footsteps, and knew that she was all alone with Lena in a cramped space where her pheromones started to overpower the fragrance of the masker.

“Kara, about what happened last night, I was hoping we could discuss it.” Lena clasped her hands in front of her, shuddery and nervous about bringing up the topic. “You know, I really
would have preferred to show you in person.”

“Show me?” Kara questioned, but her inflection was off and it sounded more like a statement.

“Right now?” Lena asked, her pale face tinging pink as she put her hands behind her neck and zipped open her dress.

Too tongue-tied and stunned to respond, Kara flailed with her arm out and gaped at the sight of breasts, which slid out of the bra that her best friend unhooked and dragged off.

“What do you think?” Lena prompted when the silence between them was filled with Kara’s quiet, unmistakable growl.

The question roused Kara out of her lustful fugue state, and she belatedly tore her gaze off of Lena’s dusky pink nipples. Her lips had already puckered like she was thinking of tasting them, and her cock pressed uncomfortably against her super suit. “Gosh, Lena, you’re stunning. Even more beautiful in person.”

“You’re sure? Sometimes I worry they’re no more than a handful,” Lena lilted, cupping her breasts like she was offering Kara to squeeze them.

“Rao, they do look like they’d fit perfectly in my hands,” Kara blurted, too aroused to realize what she was saying until the words had left her mouth.

She sucked in a panicked breath and inhaled the heady scent of Lena’s pheromones, her alpha responding by making her dick harder.

“Do you want to see if that’s true?” Lena whispered, shy and soft as she glanced away and inadvertently glimpsed the erection trying valiantly to rip through Kara’s pants.

Lena’s eyes widened, and by some miracle Kara stopped herself from greedily cupping Lena’s breasts, in spite of the invitation to do it.

“Kelly is calling for us to join them,” Kara spat a little aggressively, shocking them both into stepping away from one another.

Lena put on her bra and Kara helped her with the zipper of her dress without any forethought to how that would seem.

“You smell really good,” Kara complimented, a little raspier than usual. She missed the way Lena bit her lip in flirtation and wrenched the door open before her pheromones announced her attraction to everyone in the Tower.

Her own scents were overwhelming, though she could have sworn she breathed in a coy sexual omega fragrance, and it made her clumsy and disoriented. Fortunately, she hadn’t been lying about Kelly, and Kara pulled up a chair next to Alex to dig into the cheesy macaroni that her sister-in-law prepared.

Due to the presence of her family and heaping plates of food, Kara survived through the rest of lunch.

Lena offered to handle the dishes, and that gave Kara the space to clear her head. She ended up in the same room with Brainy and Alex and decided to toss out some questions to help ease her conscience.

“Hey, so, it’s normal for an omega to ask an alpha their opinion, right?”

Alex glanced up from her monitor like she suspected Kara’s reasons for bringing this up. “What did Lena ask you?”

“I never said it was Lena,” Kara bluffed in exaggeration and postured with her hands on her hips. “Fine, maybe it was Lena. She wanted to know what I think of her physical attributes. I had no idea she was self-conscious about her looks, but I did everything in my power to make her feel better.”

“What exactly did you do?” Brainy queried blandly and narrowed his eyes in silent warning.

“I told her that she’s perfect,” Kara reported, shrugging and turning to Alex, who stared back at her with that same baffled expression that often appeared whenever they talked about Lena.

Before Alex could give her views, Lena stepped back into the room and Kara gave her sister and Brainy a look to suggest they should change the topic.

Without getting any concrete advice on her situation, Kara spent the rest of the afternoon poring over stories on the internet about close friendships between alphas and omegas. She clicked on a bunch of different links and read through anecdotes with headings like:

Finally saw friend’s boobs after three years of waiting.

My college friend asked me to be her fuck buddy today. We’ve been close for five years. Do I accept?

Told my best friend I’m not ready for a relationship, and she told me we could keep things casual, but now her feelings are hurt. Am I the Asshole?

Over the days that followed, Kara continued to receive pictures from Lena, and she couldn’t resist touching herself every time the latest set came through. She went through three bottles of lubricant before Friday evening and slipped into a state of overwhelming anxiety at the idea of escorting Lena to a party.

After hours of deliberating, Kara arrived at the waterfront hotel just before seven o’clock and landed with a flourish right next to the omega.


Following along with the theme of the event, Lena had dressed in a dazzling silver flapper gown with a white feather in her hair.

Kara had foregone her Super attire for a jacquard suit with her family crest on the front breast pocket. She fit right in with the other alphas and smiled for the photographers with old-fashioned cameras who took shots of them as they walked into the building.

“At first, I was a little disappointed that you wouldn’t be arriving with me like we’d planned, but seeing you in this? All is forgiven.” Lena moved her hand over Kara’s forearm and leaned into her as they strolled towards the entrance.

Kara paused to let the photographers snap a few more pictures of them together and tried not to preen under Lena’s approval.


“Given your track record with assassins and thugs, I figured showing up as Supergirl would provide a little extra deterrent to anyone who might want to crash the party.”

While that was true, Kara neglected to inform Lena of her ulterior reasons. It was safer to show up as a bodyguard than it was to ride in a private car with her best friend, because Lena’s proximity would have triggered a hard-on. No excuse would have worked for that, and so Kara had altered their plans that morning to avoid the inevitable boner. She just didn’t possess the forethought that being in Lena’s presence in front of hundreds of socialites wouldn’t stop an erection from forming between her legs.

Sauntering inside seemed the safest bet, and Kara made sure to hold open the door after scanning the other side for any threats.

The hotel was set up with vintage furniture and everyone seemed content to wander around and mingle while servers hurried through with drinks.


Kara helped herself to a flute of champagne that she immediately passed to Lena, and she avoided the eyes of a young omega who seemed to blush furiously at her presence.

“So where do I sign up to donate?” Kara asked, her smile late to form as her eyes landed on Lena’s breasts and forgot to keep moving. If only the same could be said for her feet, which carried on blindly and walked straight into a server.

Drinks and party food would have scattered everywhere if Kara’s super speed hadn’t prevented disaster. She caught everything so fast there wasn’t even a blur of her movement, and the waiter looked stunned as she fixed his bowtie with a bashful grimace. If that wasn’t bad enough, she caught sight of another omega posing for a selfie just behind them while holding a pickle on a cocktail stick.

Lena grabbed her arm to reel her in before she made a fool of herself by standing in range of the photo. “Our table is this way. I confess I’m a bit distracted too because of our plans for later this evening. I hope you don’t mind that I booked a room at this hotel for the special occasion.”

Kara made it safely to their table with the help of Lena’s hand on her arm.  That simple touch took away some of her nerves and put her in a dumb and cheerful mood.

“What’s the special occasion? Did I forget?” Kara reached for a platter of appetizers with both hands, content in the fact that she couldn’t get lost in Lena’s cleavage with her mouth full.

“God, I hope not.” Lena laughed like she found Kara’s questions absurd and placed her silvery clutch purse onto her lap. She unclipped the top and carefully showed off the secretive contents — what looked like foil-wrapped sweets in several different colors. “I don’t buy these every day. I hope I bought the kind you like.”

Kara was too fast for her own good. She had one of the foil-wrapped sweets opened and part way to her mouth before she recognized she was holding an extra-large condom. In a crisis, she normally reacted better than that, but she slingshotted the latex far across the room and smacked someone in the forehead with it.

“Whoa-ho-yep—yep, those are definitely my favorite brand.” Kara gritted her teeth together while watching the beta that she hit from afar.


Given how he searched the event hall with a disgruntled look on his face, the beta had no idea where the attack originated.

Kara stuffed the condom wrapper into the pocket on her suit jacket before anyone saw her holding it out in the open. She had purchased condoms just once in her life, back when she first moved to National City and hoped to get close to someone. The potential for physical closeness with Lena was new and overwhelming, and Kara sucked in a deep breath that she exhaled more through her mouth than nose.

Several of her appetizers frosted over, but Kara still stuffed them into her mouth two at a time in an attempt to avoid Lena’s perplexed expression. There must have been some kind of miscommunication, because obviously Lena thought they would be doing something more than eating take-out and watching movies like usual.

Kara racked her brain over when it could have happened and realized Lena had been mentioning her oncoming heat a lot. A guilty tinge began to brighten Kara’s cheeks as she recalled several of Lena’s recent messages an selfies were all in relation to that. She should have known, given that she had been favoring those pictures whenever she stroked herself.

Lena looked so inviting and wet in them, and Kara had spent an exorbitant amount of time staring at her friend’s pussy. She could imagine it perfectly, which wasn’t ideal when she was at a very public event. Kara slipped her hand casually onto her crotch to hold the bulge down before Lena noticed.

An alpha at another table flashed Lena a grin and Kara bristled at the scent of his flirtatious pheromones. It dawned on Kara that if she didn’t help Lena through her heat, she might seek out someone else. The thought of anyone touching her friend unsettled Kara’s alpha and she draped her arm around Lena’s shoulders while glaring at the guy two tables down.

“I’m so glad we’re doing this, Lena,” Kara rambled, pleased with the way Lena curled into her side for the protection she was offering. “I know this is a huge step for us to take together, but it just makes sense. You’ve always been there for me, and I care so much about you—"

“The other day, I thought perhaps you had regrets, but you were so quick to ease my mind,” Lena whispered and raised her chin to meet Kara’s eyes, which for once stayed on her face. “I can’t begin to tell you what a difference it’s been just to let you see this side of me.”

They expressed so much in the silence, and Kara considered that it might be the right time to say more out loud. She erred over it for too long, like she had so many times when trying to tell Lena about her secret identity. As hard as that had been, this was even harder, because it threatened to destabilize their relationship again and she knew from experience that she would never be able to handle losing Lena.

Far better to keep her emotions to herself and let Lena be the one to dictate whether and how they moved the boundaries in their friendship.

“Should we cut out early and go upstairs?” Lena asked with a heavy bat of her eyelashes and peered around at the waiters delivering the first dish to other tables. “We might miss out on dinner, but we can order all of this up to the room.”

Kara decided to nod, although the whole situation was surreal as Lena took her hand and pulled her through the lobby. They both hovered on opposite sides of the elevator while going up, and Kara clumsily removed her jacket at the entrance to their hotel room.

Lena searched the wall for the dimmer switch and illuminated the suite in mood lighting. Their magnetism brought them together near the bed, which was twice as large as Kara’s queen and covered in a damask spread. Lena took the feather from her hair and unpinned the shiny waves while staring at Kara.

“Do you want to see the lingerie I have on under my dress?” Lena spoke in a light, dulcet voice and stepped closer, her perfume hopeful and soft as she placed her fingertips on the front of Kara’s shirt.

Her barely-there touches affected Kara, but not in the ways she would have predicted. She stood still, feeling none of her strength or usual power—just a weakness in her knees that came from love. Lena looked up at her, and the light reflected in her eyes like the moon on a lake, romantic and tender.

“Please show me, Lena,” Kara uttered and pushed her fingers into her friend’s loose, dark hair, as she pressed a first kiss to her mouth.

Lena kissed passionately, her lips open and tongue receptive to entangling. Her breaths softened and she took the time to stare up at Kara, holding onto her before stepping back to take care of her dress. She opened the backing and continued to grip the fabric rather than let it drop all at once. Whether out of nerves or a desire to make it more special, she took her gown off modestly and put it aside before standing in front of Kara in her lingerie. She looked like a young housewife of the twenties, clad in a nude classic bustier and high-waisted garters.

“I am never going to forget a single second of being with you tonight.” Kara blushed shyly and waited for Lena to give her permission to do more than look. “You’re gorgeous and I am so lucky.”

Lena lifted her hands from her sides and brought them up to her breasts. “There’s no need to be nervous, Kara. You know me better than anyone, and I just have this instinctive feeling that you’re going to touch me in all of the right ways.”

Kara caressed over the dainty lace, in awe of the softness of Lena’s skin and the stiff roseate heat underneath the lingerie. Her fingers followed a stray trail over the curves of the material, once or twice wandering to the middle of it and meeting the warmth of Lena’s nipples. They pushed outward towards her palm, and she gave them a rub that made Lena gasp and drag the straps of her bra down to rest over her upper arms. Kara did the honors of sliding them lower and Lena’s breasts filled her hands.

“Can I kiss your neck?” Kara asked and nosed into the freckled spot where Lena dabbed her perfume.

“Yes,” Lena whispered sharply and gathered her hair away from the places where Kara’s lips puckered.

Kara cradled her friend’s breasts in her hands and delicately traced her nipples as she tasted Lena’s claim for the first time—sweet against her teeth, like the skin of an apple. She licked, nibbled, but didn’t bite down, and closed her fingers in a firmer grip on Lena’s breasts.

Lena shivered, lax and pliant in Kara’s capable arms, her eyelids at half mast from the gentle rocking of their bodies. Her pheromones promised her the wet, sensitive place between her thighs, and Kara moved the bustier to feel it.

“Would you like to lie down?” Kara rasped, all of her better senses and restraint gone, left somewhere on the floor with Lena’s lingerie.

Lena whimpered at Kara’s touch, the full cupping of her palm against the soft crest of the omega’s cunt. Beneath a trimmed triangle of curls, Kara’s forefinger slid in between the silkiest lips covered in the dew of mating.

“Your clothes,” Lena muttered and placed her hands on Kara’s shirt again, getting them tangled underneath it as she bypassed the fabric in search of abs.

Kara removed her pressed shirt, putting wrinkles in it and loosening her belt next. She discarded her pants and boxers, following Lena into a position where the omega was supine on the bed.

If she listened to the aggressive call of her alpha, she would have growled for Lena’s submission, but she didn’t need that when her best friend was already opening her legs—widespread and just like in the pictures, naked and prepared for sex.

Kara stared without any guilt this time, thumbing at the sensual cleft where Lena’s clitoris peeked out, pink and firm from excitement. Giving it a rub brought such a high of endorphins, and Lena strained to part her thighs where her slick was more plentiful than before. Her cunt warmed in Kara’s hand, kindled by friction and the clasp of possessive fingers.

“I love the way you touch me,” Lena whimpered, holding herself up on her elbows to observe the carnal massage. “Just like I always wanted an alpha to touch me.”

Kara didn’t neglect Lena’s sensitive inner lips and their delicate partition at the omega’s opening. She stroked at the snug, closed entrance and rubbed Lena’s pussy lips until they parted.

“Any time you need this sort of attention from me, you can ask,” Kara reassured her. “You can even use the Super watch to get in touch.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Lena languished on the bed, no longer able to support her upright position, and Kara sensed it was time to slide in between her legs.

While she played with the omega, Kara hadn’t thought once about herself, but her hard cock reminded her that she had her own needs. Over the long week of looking at Lena’s pictures, she dreamed of the bliss of thrusting into her best friend—the first sensations of Lena’s inner lips caressing around the thickened tip of her erection. She halted as the head rested against Lena’s pussy, three times too girthy to enter the confining and passionate coppice.

Lena’s cunt wrapped around the rim of her cock, spreading in wet acceptance. Irresistible little spasms surrounded her glans.


“I forgot the condoms,” Kara groaned out in genuine shock and locked her teeth together as peered over to where Lena’s clutch sat on the bedside table.

“This feels too good to stop now,” Lena moaned and positioned her legs around Kara to stop her from leaving. “You can thrust, Kara. You have a lot for me to take, but I’ll gladly adapt.”

Kara leaned forward, bracing herself on her hands to rock her hips and slide the tip of erection into Lena’s private slick. Her cock was all covered in Lena, and her first true thrust made her falter in pleasure. It felt like ravaging the omega from how much she stretched, and Kara huffed as she started to roll her pelvis.

“I’ll go slow,” Kara promised, and not just because she wanted this to last. If she was honest with herself, she longed for the chance to be intimate with Lena long before she saw her naked pictures.


Lena deserved to feel cherished, and Kara fought the impulse of her alpha in order to deliver that by staying in control of her movements.

She might not be ready to tell Lena that she loved her, but she would do everything in her power to make her feel it. Kara sheathed herself with a slow push that would have brought her to her knees if she wasn’t already on them. Her parted lips hovered above Lena’s, and they shared quiet, gasping moans that brought their mouths together. Kara shuddered at the tenderness that transpired naturally between them, her skin tingling with every little pass of Lena’s fingertips gliding across her back and shoulders.

"You can go a little faster than that," Lena breathed and scratched light trails down Kara's spine. "You feel so good."

Kara acquiesced with the softest of growls, and nosed into the crook of Lena’s neck when she increased her pace. She traced her lips across the pristine skin, placing featherlight kisses over the place she desperately wanted to bite down on. It took all of her self-restraint not to give in, and her alpha’s frustration plunged her cock deeper.

The sudden internal restriction forced groans from both of their lungs, and Kara slid out just for the privilege of doing it again. The very tip of her cock throbbed from the friction, and she could tell Lena enjoyed the sensation of her glans rubbing every hidden place inside her pussy. Kara kept the momentum, and the glide of their bodies became a new form of communication.

Kara expressed herself by angling her pelvis and grinding into Lena’s clit on every downward stroke, and Lena reciprocated by holding her gaze and locking her knees around Kara’s waist. There was something uniquely special in witnessing the color of Lena’s eyes recede as her pleasure heightened. Kara was enraptured with all of the finer details, from the tremble of Lena’s lip to the way her brows furrowed whenever her pussy rippled in spasm.

“I could spend a whole lifetime learning your body and still want to learn more,” Kara whispered, her resolve to keep her alpha at bay wavering when Lena arched up in orgasm and moaned in her ear.

Their languid pace picked up as Kara charged her hips, rocking Lena back into a submissive and prone position. It was still loving, even though Kara’s kisses threatened to bruise Lena’s lips with eager force.

“My body is a very good teacher,” Lena intoned and meaningfully clenched around Kara’s cock, inciting the most delicious shivers down her spine. “My first lesson will be how to knot inside me.”


“I’ve never knotted anyone before.” Kara growled at the mere invitation to do it and strained at the thickening of her cock. She drove harder into Lena and kissed her to stifle any other growls she might exhale in the heat of sex.

The slick joining of their bodies was an incentive to knot and Lena’s satisfied whimpers a reason to hold off. Kara pushed her erection deeper in Lena’s cunt and strummed the omega’s exquisitely sensitive clitoris. She experienced the spasms of pleasure all down her shaft, the hot clamp of Lena’s beautiful internal contours.

Lena knew just what she was doing, and Kara tensed from the sensual teasing that stroked her into a harder and aching state. Her cock rubbed into Lena, and in turn the omega tightened around it with a glassy-eyed stare.

“Come hard,” Lena begged and put her all into gripping around Kara’s length. “I want you to come so hard, Kara. Come in my pussy.”

Kara groaned and a thick throb of seed filled up the contracting little space inside of Lena. She continued to thrust through the explosive gratification. Her veins pulsed with the formation of her knot and twitched violently as her pleasure stretched on and on.

“It feels so good to come in my pussy, doesn’t it?” Lena asked, talking her through the orgasm and extending it with her words. “I want you to do it again, Kara — so many times. You’re going to knot me and then come inside me again.”

Kara couldn’t argue with the persuasive lilt in Lena’s voice, and the base of her cock doubled in size, knotting outward and filling up her friend’s tight little entrance. She kissed the omega as they merged, no longer capable of separating, and then she rubbed Lena’s clitoris to another brink that rendered her speechless and writhing.

The night passed like that, with them both taking turns giving each other pleasure, and by morning, Kara knew she would have to reconsider the whole situation and somehow find the courage to ask Lena to be more than her friend.