I put a spell on you (and damn you're fine)

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

Description: The only thing to terrify Lena this Halloween is her sudden attraction to her friend Kara. [College AU - Monthly poll winner].

Tags: College AU, Nerd Kara who evolves into bolder Kara, protective Lena, horniness, revealing costumes, fingering, blow job, knotting, first time cream pie, secret stud kara. Comedy, Jealousy. 

Title might change but my brain is melting right now.

Word count: 9,685


Lena Luthor had a long history with Kara Danvers, dating as far back as the second grade when they shared a seat on the bus. At age seven, Kara wore thick glasses and corduroy overalls, and her mother tied her blonde hair up in unfortunate pigtail braids with blue ribbons that hung off her ears like bicycle streamers. She tended to stutter over her words out of nervousness and she was too shy to read aloud in class.

One of the snot-nosed little boys in their class liked to pull gum out from behind the patches on the bus seats and stick it into Kara’s hair, and Lena spent an entire year blackmailing him and anyone else who chose to pick on her helpless little friend.

By sixth grade, Kara hit a growth spurt and started to take more of an interest in dressing herself, but she still picked out striped turtlenecks, weird sweater vests, and textured trousers from the LL. Bean catalog, and Lena couldn’t seem to change that.

Entering high school helped a bit, with Kara favoring button downs and slacks in neutral colors, but it still dumbfounded everyone in their grade when Lena’s friend presented as an alpha. No one quite believed it, and more than once Kara’s locker was raided in search of a high-potency scent masker. In fact, it was Lena’s girlfriend at the time who led the witch-hunt - Andrea Rojas, with her petty dislike of anyone who was too different, especially Kara Danvers. They were on the school paper together and Andrea resented the time Lena invested in the friendship. Even when Kara took up sports, it did nothing to help her reputation in the eyes of their peers.

Lena couldn’t pinpoint her reasons for being so protective, apart from the fact that Kara never liked conflict. She didn’t mind fighting Kara’s battles for her, and in return, Kara provided her with comfort she never received in other relationships.

During the last year in high school and first year of college, Kara became her safe place — the person who helped her through break-ups, and rubbed her back when she drank too much during college orientation week. Through common interests, they had both ended up at the same school, and Lena spent a fair amount of time in Kara’s dorm bed, reading through her textbooks, making notes and even falling asleep when their review sessions stretched too late.

By October, most of the freshmen alphas on Kara’s floor assumed they were sleeping together, and Lena mercifully didn’t contradict that, despite never once entertaining the possibility. Midterm week arrived, and she practically lived in Kara’s room, huddled under three of her friend’s blankets and eating instant mac n’ cheese from her Squid Game mug that appropriately warned: Do Not Converse Without Permission.

While she was distracted one night by problems in her calculus notebook, Kara brought up the subject of Halloween week.

“Are you planning to dress up? I thought it could be fun if our costumes match—”

“You know me, I don’t really dress up for Halloween, since all of the omega costumes involve showing too much cleavage or wearing fuzzy animal ears.” Lena smirked and stuck another tab onto a page that was already covered in four other tabs. “I’ll probably throw something together.”

That was the first and last time she thought about Halloween until after midterms were over. Halloween fell on a weekend, but students held parties for the entire week beforehand, and more than one frat house was hosting events that Lena wanted to attend on the first night. Her roommate Nia bullied her into wearing a costume, and Lena showed up to a house party with plans of grabbing one drink, but what she saw that night inspired her to drink several.

With a curl to her hair and no glasses in sight, Kara stepped through the door dressed like a cowboy, with a bandana around her neck and a short-sleeve shirt that revealed the bulk of her upper arms.

Lena couldn’t avoid staring, and she was horrified to realize that she was wet as Kara came over to greet her.

“Hey, pretty lady, what are you drinking?” Kara asked with a grin and tipped her hat to stay in character.

“I have no idea, but it’s swamp green and tastes like literal poison,” Lena sighed and put her red cup aside. If her sudden attraction to Kara was the result of alcohol, she wouldn’t have been surprised.

“Oh, well, let me fix you something a little sweeter,” Kara offered and put out her arm to escort Lena towards the kitchen where plenty of mixers and bottles were set out.

Kara poured sodas for them both, and Lena was grateful for feeling tipsy, because it gave her an excuse to cling to her friend’s arm without being weird about it. From all corners of the room, omegas, betas and alphas were checking Kara out, and for some reason that extra attention brought out all of Lena’s protective instincts.


“What are you supposed to be?” Kara asked with a glance down at her dress that lingered as she must have been figuring it out. “A vampire?”

In an uncharacteristic moment of weakness, Lena had agreed to borrow a velvet cape from Nia, which she wore with a long slit skirt that was part of her normal wardrobe and a pair of knee- high boots. Her black rose shade of lipstick and pale face sold the overall look without much effort.


“Yeah, it was a last-minute costume,” Lena muttered. “You wouldn’t believe how many alphas have already asked me to bite them.”


As she glanced around at the nearest omegas, she started to regret her own wardrobe choices and began to understand the appeal of showing a little cleavage. Every time Kara’s eyes wandered, Lena started to wonder which omega in the crowd had caught her friend’s eye.

“So, is there someone here you’re hoping to impress tonight?” Lena whispered.

On the one hand, she wanted to be a supportive friend, and on the other, Lena worried about which one of the tramps Kara hoped to enthrall.


Kara was sweet and sensitive, and deserved to be with someone with those same traits—not an omega who would use and lose her.

Kara stuck a straw into her drink and bashfully grinned down at it with a shy nibble at her lip. “Yeah, there’s an omega—she—she’s actually the funniest and most brilliant person I’ve ever met. I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“Right,” Lena muttered with a distrustful glance around at their peers mingling inconspicuously in the background.  “I just I think college should be a time of careful experimentation, you know? You don’t necessarily have to hook up with the first omega who smiles at you.”

She could name just a few omegas that Kara talked to on a regular basis, and that included her roommate Nia, and a junior named Kelly who was dating Kara’s older sister. By process of elimination, it had to be Nia, or one of the other freshmen omegas in a course that Lena wasn’t taking with Kara.

Kara laughed, red faced and adorable as ever as she sipped her sugary drink. “Come on, Lena, I’ve never hooked up with someone just because they smiled at me.”

Lena pointed at her friend in relief and thought of the crisis they just averted. “Good, that’s exactly what I’m saying not to do.”

It would have been a horrible night if Kara had opened up to someone and experienced her first big rejection—and if the opposite happened, and the omega was interested in dating Kara, Lena would have needed to coach her friend through the first stages of the relationship.

Lena took another shot with the frat boys who invited her and put a mental block around the heavy feelings in her chest, which coincided with slickness in her panties whenever Kara was around.

The party atmosphere must have been to blame for all of that, what with the pheromones in the air, the abundance of booze and the groans of sex from the nearest rooms. Her clear-headedness returned soon after Kara walked her back to her dorm room and hugged her goodnight.

The next day, Kara wore a pullover and a pair of running pants to lunch, and Lena was relieved that her bizarre lust hadn’t lingered.

“I’m glad we left early last night,” Kara stated the second she sat down with a tray full of food. She tore off a piece of sticky bun and then fished out her cell to elaborate, “Have you seen the Tiktok going around of an alpha dressed as Spiderman and spraying freshmen omegas with whipped cream?”

Lena shook her head and grimaced at the thought of anyone ambushing her like that. She peered at the screen where three girls dressed as scantily clad kittens were minding their own business when the alpha ran over to spray them all over their faces and breasts. He laughed while they shrieked, and then the video cut off with Spiderman bolting through the crowd with all of the alphas around him acting like he was some sort of hero.

“God, they all share a single brain cell,” Lena assessed as she stole a piece of bacon from Kara’s plate and then brandished it haughtily before eating. “This is why I refuse to dress up like that. All of the alphas expect us to wear sexy costumes, and then they disrespect the omegas who go along with it.”

Kara chewed more at her lip than the food on her plate and then shrugged like she wasn’t sure what to say. “I would never let anyone do that to you. What they did was terrible, but I was hoping you would still be going out tonight. It’s going to be so much fun. We can just cut out early again.”

Lena narrowed her eyes in suspicion and wondered if the omega Kara had her eye on was attending.


Why else would her friend want to go so badly when she hardly drank anything in the first place? She pursed her lips in consideration and sighed, “I don’t know, Kara. You see how alphas act and that was only the first night.”

“Please? It wouldn’t be the same without you and maybe this time we could actually coordinate—” Kara’s big pleading eyes and sad pout were hard to resist, and Lena groaned at the pure emotional manipulation.

“I’m only going if I don’t have to dress up,” Lena stipulated with the kind of attitude that always made Kara laugh.

She had no idea how much she would regret her decision when she showed up later that night to find Kara already hanging out with the omegas of the sorority Omega Mu.

Dressed all in black with impossibly tight pants, boots and a short-sleeved shirt that looked like it might rip if she flexed enough, Kara certainly exuded a confidence Lena had never seen before.

She chalked it up to the costume that Kara must have borrowed from her older sister that made her look like some sort of black ops agent. The dark shades, cap, and leather gloves added to Kara’s authoritative vibe, and Lena felt the hot rush of arousal as her friend swaggered over to greet her.

“Evening ma’am, I’m here to make sure everyone stays in line tonight,” Kara stated, her facade breaking a moment later when she laughed and gestured to Lena. “Oh no, you really didn’t dress up at all?”

“Technically I’m a fortune teller,” Lena muttered and held up the magic eight ball that she clutched in one hand. “Do you want to know your future?”

“Duh, of course I do. Can you tell me if the omega I like is ever going to notice me?” Kara attached a fake weapon to her belt, causing Lena’s eye to wander to the seam of her friend’s pants.

Under the zipper was a bulge that extended almost down to her knee, and Lena’s mouth dropped open in an idiotic whimper that she refused to acknowledge. She shook the magic eight ball violently, and read out the answer. “Outlook not so good.”

Kara sagged in disappointment and followed Lena as she retreated through the gathering of other students who were playing drinking games.

Lena opened a glass door that led to a balcony and blocked her nose with her sleeve as she suddenly became much more aware of Kara’s scent.

“Well, can you let me know if I should make the first move?” Kara shouted over music that blared from speakers inside, and then shut the door to trail Lena into the cool autumn air.

Lena gave the eight ball another shake and frowned at the outcome. “Signs point to yes.” She threw out a hand to restrain Kara before her friend could dart off and carry out the instructions of a cheap plastic toy. “But maybe not tonight. You promised that we wouldn’t be staying long.”

“True. Maybe you could tell me when would be a good time to do it. I keep putting it off.” Kara leaned into the balcony railing, content to just stand on the outskirts of the party and rely on Lena’s advice on how to handle her crush.

Lena sighed at her friend like it was a chore to shake the plastic ball, and considered tossing it into the bushes below. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much when Kara had always been there for her when it came to romantic interests, and reasoned that it must have been the rowdy atmosphere of the parties that were messing with her head.

She dramatically waved her hand over the magic eight ball and peered into the little window as she squinted and hummed, “Hmm, ahh yes, it’s telling me... I’m not drunk enough for this.”

Kara laughed at her antics and dragged her back into the party by her elbow before she could protest.


“Come on, I can help with that,” Kara assured her, and began escorting her through the frat house like she was some kind of bodyguard. They reached the kitchen where Kara grabbed them both a drink, and Lena barely managed to take it when another omega came from nowhere to sidle up to Kara flirtatiously.

“Hey, you should frisk me,” The omega insisted, twirling the tail of her tight catsuit provocatively. “I’ve been very bad.” The faux leather didn’t quite match the fluffy ears she wore, though Lena supposed that didn’t matter when Kara’s eyes were practically falling into the omega’s cleavage.

“Why, what did you do?” Kara asked after a delayed moment and pulled her shades down the bridge of her nose to gaze at the girl like she planned to actually interrogate her.

If homicidal thoughts came with an odor, Lena was certain her pheromones would smell like that by the end of the night. She glowered at the omega from behind Kara’s shoulder and stepped around her friend to answer for the girl.

“That outfit counts as a crime,” Lena intoned and placed a hand over Kara’s forearm to stop her from following through with the ridiculous request for punishment. She glared down at the airheaded little blonde and went for the cheapest blow possible. “I don’t know if you realize it or not, but you have a camel toe.”

The girl chuckled and reached out to take Kara’s other arm. “I’m a cat, stupid. Not a camel. Kara, will you please just help? I need someone dressed like a police officer or a special agent to frisk me.”

Lena stiffened at the use of Kara’s name and her lip trembled in envy as the random omega handed over a sheet of paper. She saw Eve was written at the top, and several different boxes listed activities to be completed by the end of the week.

“Everyone is participating in Halloween Hook-Up Bingo,” Eve explained and flicked her eyelashes towards Lena to glare peevishly at the obstacle she posed. “All you have to do is frisk me. Then I just have to find someone else who wants to play doctor.”

“Huh, I didn’t know there would be games, where did you get the sheet?” Kara asked, unsettling Lena, who had been hoping to have a quick drink and then leave before the alphas got drunk and started hitting on her.

“They have them scattered around,” Eve stated with an absent wave in no particular direction and then dropped her hand to Kara’s belt to finger the loop of a plastic cuff. “I saw some at the snack table. The winner gets a $20 gift card.”

“Thanks, Eve, I love competitions with prizes.” Kara pushed out of Eve’s grip in pursuit of the snack table.

“Hey wait, you didn’t frisk me!” Eve yelled after them, although only Lena seemed to hear her shrill voice.

“Find someone else to stick your claws into,” Lena warned with a glare and elbowed her way out of the kitchen to tail Kara through the throng of costumed bodies all laughing and dancing.

The snacks were all set out in giant plastic bowls and Lena wondered how many fingers had touched the chips that Kara peered at in longing.

“Here, check this out,” Kara yelled over the beat of the music, and lifted one of the bingo sheets to read. “Get a love bite from a vampire. Give a pirate your booty.”

Lena promised herself that the only reason she pressed into Kara was to look at the sheet,
and not to inhale the scent of her friend's musk, which was doing all sorts of disturbing things to her omega. “Make a werewolf howl?”

Kara was still going through the list like it was hilarious and laughed as she pointed out another, “Handle a Fireman’s hose.”

“Who came up with this shit?” Lena snapped and ripped the sheet of paper out of her friend's hand to crumple it up and toss it across the table. She eyed the crowd like she expected a hoard of flirtatious omegas to make a beeline for Kara and sneered, “They might as well have written I’m horny at the top and signed it A Virgin.”

It wasn’t until the words were out of her mouth that she realized Kara might take offense to them, and she immediately tried to backpedal. “Not that there's anything wrong with alphas who wait. That’s a good thing. It’s just that this is all so blatantly sexual, you know?”

“Yeah, but I can think of a lot of ways to get creative with these prompts.” Kara waved her hand towards a spot in the corner where an upperclassman dressed as a hot dog was collecting Hershey kisses and giving out free sucking candy. He paused to take photos with omegas to count towards a filthier box on the bingo chart.

“Oh god, I will buy you lots of candy and a $20 gift card of your choosing if you walk me back to my dorm right now.” Lena grabbed her friend by the arm before she could be swayed by the temptation of free chocolate.

Dragging Kara out of the party was difficult, even when she leaned forward with her full weight and pulled hard. She regretted touching her friend’s muscular forearm, and how close she came to touching something else, but at least she was able to get Kara moving. They headed back to her dorm, where they watched movies and sat two feet apart.

Lena had to take a shower on the coldest setting that night after Kara filled her room with pheromones.  


Hours later, she still tossed and turned in bed, and because she was alone, she played with her cunt and fantasized about Kara’s cock replacing two of fingers.

By morning, Lena felt ashamed of her inexplicable attraction to her friend and Kara’s lingering fragrance did her no favors.

“Jesus, it smells in here,” Nia complained as she entered the room and waved a hand in front of her face until she opened the nearest window. “Did you invite someone back with you last night?”

“Only Kara,” Lena sighed and dwelled on the memory of her friend posturing and looking so much hotter in costume.

“Next time keep a window cracked, or everyone is going to think your friend is your fuck buddy,” Nia cautioned and sprayed the room with a scent masker to tone down the residual musk.

Lena shamefully tried to inhale the last of it before Kara’s scent vanished in a floral infusion, and then she sagged at how weird she was acting.


There was no way she could face Kara after what she had done the night before, and Lena willed herself out of bed and into the communal showers before her guilty stench followed her around for the rest of the day.

She ate breakfast in the back of her first class and went out of her way to avoid Kara at all costs, going so far as to scribble a few ground rules for herself on the back of her notepad.


Don’t look below her waist. Don’t stand too close. Don’t hang out with her alone. Don’t attend the parties.

Lena underlined rule number four so roughly that she tore the paper, and spent the rest of the afternoon mulling over the fact that all of her troubles began because of the stupid frat houses and their Halloween traditions. She blamed the alphas, and their incessant immaturity that pressured everyone into dressing up. That was it, wasn’t it? She wasn’t attracted to Kara at all, she was just into the costumes.

Why else would her hands be so clammy when she had seen Kara almost every day for a decade?

Lena tested her theory by loitering outside the library to catch a glimpse of her friend, and sighed in relief when the sight of Kara in her oversized hoodie and sweatpants provoked nothing except quiet fondness.

Despite the results of her experiment, Lena couldn’t risk going along to another frat house that night, and even though she wasn’t into Kara, she had still fingered herself to the thought of her. The embarrassment of that would take her days to get over.

She concluded that her only option was to lock herself away for a couple of nights until Halloween passed, and then she could return to normal with her very buff friend who still had a Pikachu stuffed animal from when they were kids.

With her mind made up, Lena fired off a few obligatory texts telling Kara she was behind in her studies and would see her once she caught up. Then she hurried across campus to buy herself two slices of pumpkin pie and half a gallon of chocolate milk, and spent the rest of her night consuming it alone while ignoring Kara’s texts.

It wasn’t like she was feeling depressed, and she hadn’t lied about needing to work on assignments. So what if she regularly checked Kara’s Snapchat feed to see what she was doing? Any friend who cared would do the same.

She pretended all was right in her world as she viewed a short clip of Kara in another costume. This time, Kara was clad in gladiator armor and Lena stared in fixation until the video vanished.

“Fuck,” Lena spat in distress, brought on solely by the loss of the file, and not her strange new obsession with Kara’s abs. She broke into a sweat and slipped off her college hoodie to cool down.

The next time Kara updated her SnapChat, she was holding a bag of candy corn and sitting on a bean bag on the floor of Alex’s dorm room.

It comforted Lena to find out that Kara hadn’t attended any parties without her. She told herself she was just concerned about Kara’s safety, although it had been a long time since she had to defend her best friend. In the last year, Kara took on the role of protector, and with all of that muscle mass that had come out of nowhere, Lena doubted that Kara would ever need anyone to stick up for her again.

When Kara didn’t update her Snapchat story for the rest of the night, Lena was ready to shoot off a text just to check in with her friend, and maybe to find out if she was back in her dorm alone.

She never got the chance because Nia stumbled in drunk and giggling. Lena wasn’t sure if it was good luck or bad that her attention was diverted to her roommate.

“This is why I said to wear flats,” Lena admonished and almost shut the door on an alpha who wore more of Nia’s lipstick than she did. She balked when he pushed the door wide with a sword and postured in his ridiculous knight costume.

“Wait, I must make sure she has returned safely, so I may escort her tomorrow for another wondrous night out—”

“I’ll be sure to remind her how chivalrous you were when she wakes up with a massive hangover,” Lena sarcastically stated and swept the hair from Nia’s face before it went into her eyes.

“Goodnight, fair maiden,” The alpha intoned with his hand outstretched, and Lena grimaced at the way Nia waved at him like it was actually romantic.

“Farewell, good sir,” Nia slurred with a smile, like she wasn’t currently sliding down the wall where Lena had propped her.

“Bye,” Lena uttered, finally putting an end to their weird role-play by slamming the door in his face.

Nia was already crawling into bed and it took Lena a good ten minutes to help her wipe the make-up off her face before she imprinted it onto her pillow.

“So, is this the infamous Brian you’ve been talking about?” Lena asked as she slipped off Nia’s heels and tucked them under the bed and out of the way.

“Mmm, he treats me like a princess.”

“Maybe because you’re dressed as one?” Lena motioned to the sparkly blue gown Nia still wore and waited for an answer until she realized her roommate had fallen asleep. She pulled the blankets over Nia and curled into her own bed, grateful that the temptation to text Kara had passed.

It was harder the next day when she woke to several messages from her friend all begging her to meet up for breakfast. Instead of facing the alpha, Lena reasoned she couldn’t leave Nia, who dramatically hissed at the sunlight when she opened the curtains.

“Serves you right for drinking your own weight in beer.” Lena’s smile wasn’t unkind, but she did squint at Nia and the way she smacked her parched lips and hunkered further under the blankets.

It would be cowardice to avoid Kara for another day, but it was better than acknowledging her unreasonable attraction.

For another full day, she kept an eye on Kara’s SnapChat and social media with the belief that she could continue holing up in her dorm until after Halloween had passed.

On Friday night, Lena ordered take-out, put on her coziest pajamas and flopped into bed to scroll Instagram. She poked chopsticks into a noodle container and munched her dinner in the serene quiet of her dorm room.

Her peace lasted until around six o’clock, when she opened Kara’s Instagram page and froze at a tagged picture of Kara all dressed up like a superhero. The costume itself was made of a high-quality material, except it bared Kara’s buff midriff and the pants clung obscenely tight below the belt.

Kara was featured in several snaps posted on an omega’s page, and in most of them she stood in the midst of half-naked omegas and pretended to rescue them from harm.


In all of the photos, Kara looked like she was smuggling a large pipe between her thighs, and Lena threw her noodle container on the floor as more photos appeared in the explicit album. Images continued to flood her screen, and Lena was awash in emotions that contradicted every thought she had all week.

She lusted for her friend, and underneath that physical reaction to viewing Kara in costume was a much more nuanced set of feelings. It bothered her to see the alpha with so many other omegas, and Lena shed one tear of misery at the idea of losing Kara before jealousy and anger plastered up the leak.

She shot out of bed and ransacked Nia’s closet for an outfit to rival the sluttiest omega of them all. On an upper shelf, Nia had placed a heinous and inappropriate costume that would be considered an automatic dress code violation.

Lena stripped off her clothes and pulled out the small jagged pieces of fabric that would just cover her bust and cunt. She tugged out the witch’s hat that made the ensemble come together and shoved her feet into stilettos.

The short walk to Kara’s dorm was torturous, between the wind and the blisters that formed on her toes from the pinch of her heels. Her teeth chattered and other students stopped to gawk at her, strutting along in a skirt that threatened to blow off.

The large basement common room was packed with kegs and rowdy students who were dancing to the techno beats of a song when she arrived. Lena stepped into the fray and scoped out the omegas that posted pictures with Kara. She ignored the alphas that whistled at her and headed straight to the center of the room.

Lena hoped her vantage point would help her find Kara sooner, but her friend must have seen her first.

Kara practically flew across the room to reach her the way a real superhero might, and the cape around her shoulders billowed out and slapped one of the alphas who stopped to stare at Lena’s ass.

“Lena, hi,” Kara exhaled two octaves higher than usual as her eyes repeatedly landed everywhere but on Lena’s face. She straightened up to flex in her costume, all squared shoulders and tense muscles, and finally met Lena’s eyes to laugh, “When you didn’t answer my texts, I figured you wouldn’t make it, but look at you, all dressed up and as bewitching as ever.”

Either Kara had already downed a couple drinks, or Lena’s tits were influencing the alpha. Lena wasn’t sure which, but to be on the safe side she stuck her chest out and tipped her head back as she went in for a hug. “I guess you inspired me to finally loosen up and get in the party spirit after all.”

Kara hugged her tight enough to lift her several inches off the ground and Lena was aware of all the envious omegas glaring at her. She smiled at them out of pettiness and clung to Kara’s shoulders to inhale her friend’s musk. After days of being apart, she missed the familiar scent and the comforting strength of Kara’s arms.

“In that case, you have to check out the piñata we set up,” Kara urged and put her down to point out the dinosaur that dangled from the ceiling with orange, green and black crepe paper. “Let me grab you a beer.”

Lena followed her friend towards a counter to get her drink and observed the blindfolded and drunk alphas taking turns to bat at the piñata. She became much more interested in the silly party game when it was Kara’s turn and she battered it to the ground with one good strike. Omegas flocked around for more than just the free candy, and Lena snatched up a couple of lollipops that she sucked on for the sole reason that she wanted to keep Kara’s attention.

“So, that omega you like –- is she here tonight?” Lena asked in an inflection that was loaded with jealousy.

“Yeah, and I think tonight’s the night I’m finally going to make my move,” Kara boasted with a grin that widened as she unwrapped a snack-size crunch bar and ate it.

Lena’s smile held hostility and she directed it towards the omegas who stood idly by to admire Kara in the tight lycra pants. She resisted the impulse to flatten her palm against her friend’s toned abs and instead tried to sound blasé as she asked, “Do you have a plan for what you’re going to do?”

“Well, I thought I’d start by complimenting her costume, and then I’d grab her a drink,” Kara suavely stated and raised her plastic cup to toast against Lena’s with a mischievous smile.

“Mmhm, and she’s wearing what exactly?” Lena canted her head to try and figure out which of the nearly naked omegas in cat ears had captured Kara’s attention. She sensed their hatred from across the room and returned it with a sneer.

“Oh, something that really catches the eye,” Kara confided, her own momentarily roaming over Lena’s scarce costume. If her gaze lingered here or there it was hardly her fault, given that Lena’s costume was smaller than her bikinis.

“Right, so after the drink, then what?” Lena’s tone was close to accusatory and she dialed it back with a startled laugh when Kara caught her by the elbow to navigate her through the crowd.

“Then I’ll get her somewhere quiet so she can hear me and we don’t have to shout at each other,” Kara confided over the roar of the music.

People bumped into them and continued on dancing, and Lena sighed in relief when her friend shuffled them by the snack table to the back corner where the laundry room was tucked away.

“What if she isn’t into you?” Lena wondered with a shameful amount of hope in her voice. She grimaced at how horrible she was being, dismantling Kara’s confidence when she ought to be building it up as a supportive friend.

Except, Kara didn’t seem all that bothered as she smirked, slow and cocky. “Pretty sure she is,” she asserted with a lift of her chin that somehow made her seem taller than usual.

The thought of some other omega with her hands on Kara irritated Lena, and she gulped at her beer, finishing it in a few mouthfuls to blurt, “Like sure sure, or kind of sure?”

“Only one way to find out,” Kara reasoned, and plucked the cup out of Lena’s hand just to pin her to the wall with the solid length of her body. Their lips met tentatively at first, and then harder at the first breathy whimper Lena poured into the kiss.

Kara kissed with sensuality and finesse, and Lena moaned from the deepening of it with her friend’s tongue in her mouth. The alpha tasted sweet from the soda she had been drinking, and Lena placed her hand on Kara’s firm abs and relied on the wall to support her as they made-out.

Her stilettos brought her closer to Kara’s height, but she still had to reach up to kiss her, and Kara was in control with her taller stature and dominant nature.


Without even bothering to worry about who might witness them, Lena placed Kara’s questing hands on her tits and begged with the softest whines. After shoving the laundry room door shut, Kara didn’t hesitate to open the clasp at the back of Lena’s bra and feel full handfuls. Her nipples hardened in her friend’s palms, and Lena gasped in surprise as Kara lifted her on top of a dryer.


Neither of them slowed down to discuss what was happening, and Lena had barely processed she was half naked as Kara’s lips puckered at her neck.


“God, please tell me I’m the omega you like,” Lena exhaled out with the faintest laugh and a heavy breath.


“Like isn’t the word,” Kara corrected and kissed along the delicate curve of her throat right beneath Lena’s jaw. “Can I mark you? Not like a claim, but just a bite—“


Lena nodded her permission and resumed kissing her friend without talking through their respective feelings. All of that seemed so apparent in how Kara touched her face, felt her up and kissed at her bare chest.


None of the people she dated in the past had been so brazen, but then again none of those people were alphas like Kara. She had seen Kara trip over her own two feet multiple times after hitting growth spurts, and yet the Kara who was in charge of her now was confident in every step and decisive action.


Kara bruised her neck with a slow suck and rubbed her breasts and nipples. They would have gotten even more heated, but the door swung open and Lena jumped off the dryer to save her modesty. She turned her back before she saw that it was Alex with her girlfriend and Kara stepped in front of her to block her from view.


“Alex,” Kara wheezed and postured with her arms crossed over her chest. “What the hell are you doing here?”


“Checking on you,” Alex reported in humiliation and canted her head towards the door. “I’m just gonna leave. You’re doing laundry, right?”


“Laundry, right!” Kara asserted and held up Lena’s skimpy little bra top. “Lena—uhh—needed to change because she spilled beer on her shirt.”



Lena’s face flamed as she pulled someone’s clean shirt from a basket and tugged it on over her head. “All better.” She braved the embarrassment of spinning around to find Kelly observing the interaction between the Danvers sisters with amusement.


Alex pinched her eyebrows together as she glanced over and maintained eye contact for all of two seconds.


As Lena stood awkwardly to one side with Kelly, Alex borrowed her sister for a chat. They went back towards the door, and during that little exchange, Kara requested the keys to Alex’s car, and her older sister hissed out something that sounded an awful lot like Use protection.


The ordeal took only a few minutes, and then Kara was back and smiling at Lena.


“You two have fun,” Kelly intoned and grabbed Alex by the arm to lead her out to the party.


“Do you want to go for ice cream?” Kara asked with an irresistibly adorable grin and held her arm out to escort Lena.


“My clothes—not exactly suited for eating ice cream,” Lena complained with a glance at the soft white tee and small bottom coverage.


“Well, you’re in luck, because this load is actually mine.” Kara pointed at the basket where Lena had grabbed the tee and chose a baggier pair of sweat pants from the pile. “You look good in my clothes. I’d like to see you in one of my sweat shirts.”


“Just the sweat shirt?” Lena asked in suspicion, and instantly colored Kara’s face scarlet.

“What if I said yes?” Kara rejoined with a lot more arrogance than Lena had ever seen on her.
 

“I might just agree to it,” Lena admitted, stoically arching an eyebrow that fooled no one. She put on Kara’s whole outfit, and her omega gloated at being wrapped up in the alpha’s scent as they headed out the door together.


Kara located her sister’s car in a lot nearest the adjacent dorm, and soon they were on the road and parking in a secluded spot with a view. They were still near campus amid trees and a lake, where in the daytime people rented boats and went on hikes. By night, it had a different reputation for hosting college students that wanted to hook-up.


“This certainly doesn’t look like an ice cream parlor,” Lena accused, grinning at Kara’s audacity to take her somewhere that was known as a place to have sex.

“I thought we could pick up where we left off, but without the background music,” Kara replied and made herself look sheepish by lowering her head in doubt.


“How about some background music?” Lena suggested and put the radio on low to a song with good, but slower beats. She crawled into the backseat first and Kara came around to slide in next to her, still without any shyness about touching.

The heat of their bodies fogged the glass long before Kara worked Lena’s top off, and she was halfway reclined with the alpha mouthing her nipple when she gathered a handful of Kara’s hair to stall the descent of her hand.
 

“Kara wait,” Lena blurted, red in the face and not just from arousal.

Kara’s fingers were poised at the waistband of the sweatpants and she reluctantly popped her lips off of Lena’s nipple with concerned, searching eyes. “What’s wrong? Am I moving too fast?”

They were moving fast, but that wasn’t an issue for Lena or her omega, which indignantly fragranced the air with a pleading scent for Kara to continue. She cupped Kara’s cheek, stroking back the wisps of golden hair that refused to be tamed and sputtered out nervously, “No I—I just want to make sure you’re okay with your first time being in the backseat of a car, and not—don't laugh, I’m being serious—”

“Oh, I know you are,” Kara insisted, her smile fading to a curious and vaguely amused squint as she leaned closer to brush her lips against Lena’s in a reassuring kiss. “Do you really think this is my first time, Lena?”

The slow realization that Kara wasn’t a virgin was a relief and a shock to Lena at the same time, who gaped at her incredulously. “You never told me you did anything, so I just assumed you hadn’t. When the hell did you hook-up with someone? You never dated anyone.”

“Uhm, probably a few months after you got with Andrea. After track one night, Lucy needed help stretching and the next thing I knew we were behind the bleachers…” Kara trailed off with a slight grin and a bashful glow to her cheeks that was still somehow endearing.

Lena never would have guessed Kara was capable of having a fling, and judging by her confidence she must have had a few. It was stupid to feel a twinge of envy that these other girls had gotten to experience Kara first, but the way her friend was staring at her with so much emotion was proof that this meant way more than something casual.

“So, you have experience,” Lena muttered coyly, her lashes heavy as her eyes lowered to the biggest erection she had ever seen.

The lycra couldn’t hide it from sight, and Kara seemed proud of that as she caught Lena by the chin to assert confidently, “And now I’m going to put it to good use, no fumbling for you.”

Lena laughed in spite of the tingle of heat that raced through her abdomen, and she groaned at the sensual glide of Kara’s tongue pushing into her mouth while her hand slid beneath the sweatpants. She whined for contact, shameless in how eager she was to take two of Kara’s fingers. They swirled her essence around her clit until her hips began to rock, and then delved into her slick passage to push through her contracting silk.

Her cunt relinquished control to Kara’s thrusts and she moaned at her friend’s effortless abilities to rub her to climax. The tips of Kara’s fingers nestled into the slickest curve inside of Lena and stroked in a come-hither motion that made her hips buck forward in obedience.

“Come all over my fingers, Lena, I want to feel what that’s like,” Kara encouraged and circled her clit with her thumb while penetrating deeper with a third finger. She hammered into the sensitive spot she had just caressed before, causing sensations that brought Lena’s knees together.

The coordinated thrusts and the delicate teasing of Lena’s clit were a double thrill. Lena opened her mouth, gasping as much as moaning, and Kara spread out her legs and hitched one up to slam into her harder. They experimented with different positions, one where Lena was sitting over Kara’s lap and another where she curled up with her legs pressed into her chest.

“Fuck, Kara, this is so good,” Lena whimpered and contorted to Kara’s whims, keeping herself in a pose that should have been uncomfortable. She stretched her hamstrings at the same time as Kara stretched her cunt and fucked her to a full-body climax that even sent spasms through her back and thighs.

“Next time you go into heat, you’re going to spend the week in my bed,” Kara bragged and slowed her internal rubbing at the subtlest scent of desperation from Lena.

Had any other alpha made such declarations, she would have scoffed, but Lena was beginning to think she would do whatever her friend suggested as long as Kara continued to speak to her so assertively.


“I never thought you would be this type of overly confident alpha, but I’m so glad you are,” Lena admitted, her pale face brightening with a warm heat as her pheromones expressed sexual attraction. “Take control of me, Kara. That’s the kind of omega I am. I want you to be in charge.”

Lena wanted to touch Kara’s erection, to feel its heft in her palm and slip it inside of her. She grabbed at the lycra, handling Kara’s dick with more greed than tact. Kara let her play with it through the material, grinning at the amazed look on Lena’s face as she saw the girth thicken.

“If I’m giving orders, then I want you to present.” Kara smoothed her thumbs over Lena’s pussy lips, opening them up to peek inside the stimulated opening. “Not just yet — but tonight, I am going to bend you over this seat, and afterwards you’re going to ride me.”

A shopping bag sat on the floor of the car, and Kara reached for a long strip of condoms, tearing one off as Lena removed the pants of the superhero costume.

Lena had nothing to say about the condoms at first, but just coming into close contact with Kara’s huge erection was an experience that piqued her curiosity. The darkness around them seemed to dim even more, and her vision narrowed to the massive veined shaft.

“I’ll do more than that,” Lena whispered, so fixated on Kara’s erection that she ignored the sound of the foil packet being torn open and leaned forward to clasp the base of her friend’s shaft. The gentle contact caused Kara’s cock to jerk in excitement, and the alpha never got the chance to wrap her dick in latex because Lena used her lips instead.

The tip was almost too big to fit in her mouth, but Lena didn’t mind the ache if it meant she got to hear Kara’s raunchy groans. She used her tongue to bathe Kara’s cock in her saliva and whimpered when her friend clasped her by the neck to guide her in sucking.

“Relax your jaw, Lena,” Kara commanded, rolling her hips with gradual intensity to push her cock between Lena’s glossy lips. She must have liked the sight of it, because her dick got even harder and she exhaled throatily, “Yeah, just like that, let me get in deeper.”

Lena lavished the thick veins that throbbed against her tongue and sucked noisily to get a taste of Kara. She worked her hands over the immense girth in tandem with her oral tease and moaned wantonly as the dominating scent of Kara filled the car. It made her writhe pleasurably in spite of how empty her cunt was and her omega practically announced she required cock with how promiscuous and sweet the nectar between her thighs became.

“If I didn’t want to be inside you so badly, I’d let you continue,” Kara groaned, fighting her alpha by pulling out before she shot her seed sooner than she imagined. She sounded out of breath and the wide head of her cock was a rich purple from Lena’s attention.

Kara shifted back to slip on the condom and Lena grabbed for her wrist with a keening and pitiful whine, “No wait, I have an idea, what if we don’t use it and you just pull out and finish in my mouth?”

She had never done that in any of her past relationships, and she realized after the fact how she sounded when Kara actually gaped at her in surprise.

For an omega to let an alpha inside her bare was as good as letting one breed them, and Lena wasn’t even ashamed of herself for suggesting it. “God, I must sound like a sl—”

“No, you don’t,” Kara vehemently stated, and moved so that they were eye level with one another. She smoothed her thumb across the love bite on Lena’s neck and tipped her chin up to whisper, “Lena, all I’ve wanted for months is for you to realize that I’m in love with you, do you have any idea how many nights I’ve thought about feeling you like this? Touching you like this?”

Lena dumbly shook her head because she couldn’t trust herself to speak, and gazed up at her friend in longing as Kara sighed in playful exasperation. “Like, so many nights. I’ve probably wished on all the stars we can see right now for this to happen.”

“So, let me grant all of your wishes tonight,” Lena pleaded and put out her hand to touch the side of Kara’s face and drag her in for a kiss. “To be completely honest, I just figured out I have feelings for you. We’ve been friends for so long and that limited me from thinking we could ever be more. Then I saw how good you looked in your costumes this week.”

Being honest was a little daunting, but Kara laughed without getting insulted and tucked the condoms back in the bag. Lena rubbed some of her own slick down Kara’s shaft, and that ended their banter for the time being. Kara pulled her closer on the seat and raised her legs up to point the head of her cock at Lena’s opening.

The first inch entered her, thick and hot and framed between her pussy lips, and Kara slid it straight to the back where it pushed at Lena’s cervix.

Kara uttered an incoherent praise and placed both of her hands on the underside of Lena’s thighs to keep her in position. With slow but firm thrusts, she stretched Lena to the dimensions of her length and soon the sound of their rutting was drowning out the quiet music on the radio. Lena doubted that Alex’s car would ever smell the same with the way Kara pounded her into the leather seat.

The vehicle rocked with the power of Kara’s quads and Lena grunted, inelegant and raw in her desire to take all of her friend’s cock. She laced her fingers into the front of Kara’s costume and tugged her closer to moan directly into her mouth, smearing her lipstick across Kara’s chin in the process.

“God, you’re so good at this, so big inside me,” Lena rasped, caught up in the motion of Kara’s hips and the natural rhythm between them. She scored her short nails down Kara’s sides and held onto her ass in encouragement, baring her throat for the sting of her friend’s teeth.

“I love that I can hear how wet I’ve made you,” Kara groaned in admission, her hot mouth latching onto Lena’s pulse to suck. She didn’t let up, biting just shy of breaking the skin so that Lena’s cunt spasmed in anticipation.

The filthy sound of Lena’s enjoyment drowned out Kara’s own, and she shuddered, breath hitching and pelvis lifting in pursuit of the climax the alpha promised. The tighter her cunt became, the rougher Kara’s cock ploughed through her restricting walls and Lena cried out in surprise as her pussy convulsed from the deep internal friction.

The barrage of Kara’s thrusts intensified and then was gone all too soon as she pulled out abruptly with a groan that shifted straight into a growl. The guttural command awoke parts of Lena’s omega that fiercely thrilled her, and she scrambled to roll over onto her hands and knees to present her cunt in the cramped backseat.

She could only imagine how glossy and deliciously red she looked, and Lena bent as low as she could to give Kara a view of her inner contours that still clutched in need for her cock. There was no need to whimper so pitifully when she could smell Kara’s intent to mount her, and yet Lena did it for the exhilarating high of being stuffed to her limits.

Their sexual connection was exceeding Lena’s hopes, and most surprising of all was how Kara’s confidence translated to a pelvis shattering orgasm.

“Oh—oh fuck, I’m coming already,” Lena whined at the spontaneous force with which her pleasure hit and swept her away. She closed her eyes in total fixation on her tactile senses, and groaned as Kara pulled her onto her knees to hold the side of the door.

Not far away were other sets of headlights and Lena went from melting into the seat to a vexed mood when it seemed Kara might pull out.

“Whatever you do, don’t stop, Kara. I don’t care if someone sees you rutting me in the back of the car, I need you inside my cunt.” Lena judged herself for the desperation in her tone and demeanor, even though her pleas reaped immediate results.

Kara’s hands traveled from her hips to her tits and she groped them like she couldn’t believe she was getting to rail Lena. The shift in position meant Kara was practically on top of her and if not for how the alpha held her up, Lena would have been drilled right into the seat.

“God, Lena, you grip me so tight I can feel every clench,” Kara groaned, bucking so strongly that Lena’s cheek pressed against the cold glass of the window. Her strokes were getting erratic and the pitch of her hips was oscillating between brute force and shallow half thrusts that compelled Lena into undulating for more.

It didn’t register that Kara was actively fighting her own orgasm until the bright lights of the approaching car got closer and Lena backed herself onto Kara’s dick with reckless greed. “Stay deeper, please, please, fuck me harder—”

“No no no, wait, ohh fuuuhh--” Kara’s grunt of protest didn’t deter Lena’s insistence, and she whined as Kara tried to free her cock from the fluttering massage of her slick passage. She understood why just as the very tip resided between her cunt lips and a blast of warm seed sprayed her entrance.

She was drunk on lust and sexual fulfilment, and her hormones begged her to seize the chance to take as much seed as possible. The urgency of Lena’s omega stopped any hesitancy and she shoved herself onto Kara’s cock with a whispery, satisfied moan.

“You wanted me to ride you, so let me, Kara,” Lena implored, sultry and insatiable for the alpha who shuddered to completion with a series of strong, hot throbs that saturated Lena’s cervix. She wondered if this was a first for Kara, getting to come uncovered in an omega’s pussy, and used her friend’s surprise to gain the upper hand.

She spun around so fast to straddle Kara that the alpha’s features were still contorted in orgasm. Lena grinned at the dishevelled sight of her, and how eagerly Kara tugged her onto her cream covered cock. Neither of them acknowledged the risk they were taking in spite of how obviously it aroused them both, and Lena held onto Kara’s shoulders for leverage as she began to bounce.

Lena slid herself up and down her friend’s shaft, moaning as Kara rested both hands at her hips and took control. She was on top for just a few moments before Kara growled and positioned her on her back, never giving her the chance to indulge in the power reversal.

“I know what I said, but I need to take you harder, Lena,” Kara moaned and pinned her down to pound her spasming cunt into exquisite surrender.

They continued on like that until Kara’s knot sprang up and neither of them backed away from the chance of sealing it inside. Lena locked her legs around Kara’s hips and cuddled into her friend’s chest as she slipped into a blissful post-sex daze that lingered for over an hour afterward.

Somehow they still made it into town, and Lena waited in the car while Kara ran in to get her froyo swirl.

Nia sent a text asking about her whereabouts, and Lena was relaxed enough to fire back a short video in TikTok humor of Kara waiting patiently in line.

This girl just absolutely railed TF out of me and now we’re getting ice cream.

Kara bounced back to the car with brimming cups of froyo layered in toppings and handed over the treat with the same high level of energy she had throughout the night. “You doing okay?”

“Way better than okay,” Lena replied and jabbed into her froyo swirl with her plastic spoon. “I was just thinking maybe you could spend the night at my dorm, and for old time’s sake, we could watch Halloween movies and stuff ourselves with candy.”

Kara put a hand on her knee and nodded, “I would love that.”

Lena glanced down at the rapid text responses from Nia: YOU MEAN KARA?? That’s Kara
Danvers, isn’t it!?

The smallest smile curled at Lena’s lips as she confirmed it, and she had to wonder if Kara looked like someone else in her superhero costume.

Except Nia texted About time and Lena was left feeling like she had been the last to figure out how much chemistry sizzled between them. She didn’t dwell on it, though — not when she was distracted by every little thing Kara did — from eating froyo to driving to chivalrously carrying her through a puddle to get back inside her dorm room.