Choose Your Fighter - Chapter 1

Rating: GP! Kara, Explicit.

Description: Season 6 fic - a few months post finale.

Choose Your Fighter:
The billionaire tech genius that’s suddenly experiencing her own power-ups. Special talents: increased perception, sudden bursts of heroics, and a big heart. Weaknesses include falling for her best friend with an inability to tell her.
+12 Intellect.
-5 Relationship Skills.

The Superhero that’s experiencing some trouble with lack of powers and increased bouts of humanity. Special talents: increased strength and agility, incognito mode activates with glasses, always sees the best in people. Weaknesses include: pining for the billionaire tech genius and hiding that her powers are failing.
+8 Dumbass Energy
-3 Common Sense

Tags: Soft Supercorp, Friends with benefits. But also rough sex, Daddy kink, praise, some hair pulling, Top Kara, and this will venture into some clear dom/sub territory.  

Ever since that night when they shook hands and made a pact to work together again, Lena knew that her friendship with Kara would never be the same. It was good to have Kara back in her life, but it came with two epiphanies that were hard to swallow: she realized she was utterly in love with Kara Danvers, and that she would always keep that secret to herself.
 

She had a way of watching Kara where her lips twitched like they just might betray her, but fortunately they never did. Instead they curled into a soft smile, and her eyes glittered with affection for her strong, brave friend.
 

Lena greeted her with open arms whenever Kara appeared at L-Corp – whether to drop off a snack, or to chat about a problem they were both trying to solve.


On the surface of it all, they had slipped back into their routine of game nights, exercise classes, and platonic lunch dates. She ignored the emotions in her chest whenever Kara held onto her for a little too long, and as time went on, she began getting practiced at it — so practiced that she convinced herself she would be happy again, because everything was returning to normal. 

 
Sometimes Lena woke up at night and reached for the Super Watch, only to hold it in her hands while she considered faking an emergency, just so that Kara would see her wearing a negligee.
 

Despite her resolve never to share her feelings with Kara, she couldn’t help all of the dastardly plots that came into her Luthor brain late at night, or the sordid fantasies that made her lose sleep. It was just important to keep it all to herself, because she never wanted to jeopardize her friendship with Kara again. She didn’t know how Kara would react to a confession of love, and it wasn't worth taking the chance.


But of course that didn’t stop her baser urges, or the impulses that went hand in hand with them.

On more than one occasion, Lena toyed with the idea of playing her own version of Russian roulette – except there was no gun, and her weapon of choice was her own pleasure. She had done sinfully wicked things to herself while she thought of Kara. Things that made it difficult to look her friend in the eye knowing that she had spent the better part of half an hour with her fingers on her slit, or a toy up her cunt - but Lena managed to act normally every single time.
 

It progressed over the course of weeks.

Lena wouldn’t just fantasize about pressing the Super Watch. She would place it on her desk when she rubbed her pussy between meetings at L-Corp. She would stare at it while her fingers itched to touch it, and hold it by the strap while she sprawled out in bed to fuck herself, her thumb drifting closer to the button on each occasion.
 

It was a dangerous game, and the thought of Kara bursting through the door to see her in such a state of ecstasy kept Lena on such a wonderful edge.
 

She knew it was a borderline addiction. 

Even just wearing the watch could be detrimental, because her mind and body reacted to the damn thing now. Seeing it wrapped around her wrist kept her in a perpetual state of semi-arousal, and while her heart cried out for Kara, her cunt cried out for attention.

Thankfully satisfying herself was never a problem. The problem was that it was becoming such a frequent necessity. Lena was growing accustomed to damp panties and sensitive nipples that poked through every shirt, no matter which bra she wore. She was starting to enjoy the ache of longing, of needing something that only Kara could provide. It filled her days at L-Corp in a way nothing else ever had - not even her most complicated projects.
 

Most days she could hold off if she was busy, but after seeing a clip of Supergirl while she was at lunch, Lena made the choice to go home early. 

The second she was through the door, she kicked off her heels, poured herself half a glass of wine, and retrieved the small compact vibrator from her clutch. It resembled a tube of lipstick, and Lena smirked at the discreet device before resting a stocking clad foot on her coffee table to slide her hand up her skirt. 

She thought of Kara with her hair tied up, wearing a tight crisp shirt and fitted trousers. It was easy to imagine what it would feel like to have her Kara’s fingers ghosting up her thigh.
 

Lena wasn’t sure if Kara knew what a strap-on was, let alone if she would ever wear one, but she indulged in the thought of it as she turned the vibrator on. Her panties were already soaked, and her legs jerked as she rubbed the device over them. She pressed the tip between her pussy lips, trapping her panties as she sent intense vibrations through her clit.
 

In the middle of stroking the powerful little device over herself, she realized she hadn’t taken the Super watch off. She clenched her thighs tight around her wrist while rocking her hips into the vibrator and moaning.


Her eyelids were heavy from lust and and she pursued sexual release while she dreamed of Kara between her legs. Palming her breasts through her blouse, she gave a rough squeeze of her nipple and raised the speed on her vibrator. 

As she sensed a nearing climax, Lena acted on the reckless fantasy she had entertained one too many times. She pressed the button on the Super watch, and it instantly jolted her into an orgasm so strong that her hand became twisted in her panties. 

With the soft cry of “Kara” on her lips, she turned off her vibrator and dropped against the couch, all without considering how fast her friend would be when coming to her rescue. She hadn’t recovered or caught her breath, but she did manage to stash her toy and straighten her skirt before Kara arrived. 

The flutter of a breeze cooled her very flushed face as Kara skidded to a stop in front of her. 

 
“Lena, are you okay?” Kara asked with a look of such profound worry that Lena felt a pang of guilt. 

Kara embraced her instantly and Lena hugged her back before explaining, “Yeah, I must have hit the watch by accident. I was just—”

Thinking of you while furiously masturbating. 

“I was just having a really intense dream,” Lena lied with wide eyes and an embarrassed scrunch of her nose, as she continued to sit close to her best friend and inhale her perfume. 

“Oh thank Rao,” Kara exhaled in relief, perhaps a little heavier than she intended, because frost clouded the air between them. “Shoot, sorry, I just — I’m just so glad you’re okay.”

The sharp chill only seemed to emphasize how hard Lena’s nipples were and she shivered in pleasure. Kara mistook it for Lena being cold and immediately wrapped her up in another hug.
 

Lena shamelessly clung onto her friend as the spasms in her cunt fluttered to a slow stop. It was the closest she would ever get to cuddling Kara after sex.

It might have been the dopamine flooding her system, or the oxytocin from being in Kara’s strong arms, but Lena found herself murmuring into the Super Suit, “Well now that you’re here, the least I could do is buy you dinner.”  
 

Food was always a sure way to keep Kara in her apartment, and Lena pulled back to reach for her phone.

 “What I wouldn’t do for some pot stickers right now,” Kara agreed innocently and slapped a hand to her obscenely toned abs that were visible through her suit.
 

Lena forced out a laugh as her mind conjured up raunchy ideas, and then side-eyed Kara as she lilted, “Oh, I can imagine.” She dialed Kara’s favorite take-out place and ordered enough food for six people.
 

While on the phone, she caught Kara staring at her with such a look of joy on her face that she almost forgot the reason the Super was sitting knee-to-knee with her was because she had been so wantonly reckless.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m kinda happy that you pushed the button,” Kara confided after a moment, her earnest smile lighting up her face.

 

 It was always surreal to see Kara beneath her alter ego of Supergirl. The bashful way she dipped her head, or the unintentional way she would lift her hand to push up glasses that weren’t on her nose.

“I mean, now that I know for sure that you aren’t in danger. At the time I was like,” Kara flung her hands up with a feigned look of distress that was far more comical than panicked, then grinned as she absently took Lena’s hand. “It’s just good to do this again, you know? I really missed it. Missed you.”

Lena let out a quiet exhale, and then her lips curled into the softest smile she could muster as her heart began pleading for her to open up to Kara. “I couldn’t agree more,” she gushed and made it a point to continue holding onto Kara’s hand. “Hey, you know what might be fun?” Chewing her lip, she considered outlandish, sexual suggestions, then came out with, “A movie night.” 

If she just happened to have all of Kara’s favorite movies pre-loaded to her drive, it was purely coincidental, and if she chose one of the horrible romantic comedies about two friends becoming lovers, it was just because she was in the mood for a few laughs.
 

Kara deactivated her Super suit to reveal lounge pants and a t-shirt. “It’s so weird you should say that, because I had the same idea. I’ll take care of the popcorn.” She grinned and sped off to the cabinet where Lena kept their movie night snacks. 

After placing a bowl on the countertop and filling it with a few handfuls of kernels, Kara lasered it with her heat vision. Popcorn sprang up until the bowl brimmed and Kara sprinkled sugar and salt over it. She grabbed a pack of Sour Patch Kids and a box of Snocaps and headed back to the couch. 

In the meantime, Lena brought out a cozy blanket and set up a little place for them in front of the TV. 

They did what they always did on their movie nights, and gravitated towards each other under the blanket as the minutes stretched on. Their hands dipped into the bowl of popcorn that rested between Kara’s thighs while neither of them commented on the fact that their legs were pressed together.
 

Midway through the movie, hidden by the cozy blanket, Kara’s hand subtly rested on her knee.
 

Lena stared at the screen but saw nothing as she tried to keep her heart rate at a normal level. To overcompensate, she was obnoxiously loud as she crunched her Snocaps and laughed along whenever Kara did. The more she attempted to ignore the magnetic pull to look at her friend, the harder it became to resist it, and after a clumsy attempt to stick her hand in the popcorn bowl, Lena found her hand grabbing Kara’s forearm instead.

 

 She wondered if her own expression resembled the flustered woman in the movie as she gasped, and for a precarious second, they both completely froze.

 

“Oh,” Kara whispered, her gaze firmly on Lena’s hand that wouldn’t seem to uncurl from Kara’s muscle.
 

It would have been fine if Kara hadn’t chosen that moment to lightly squeeze Lena’s knee. They both seemed to be testing the water as their eyes finally met and the air around them seemed to thicken. Neither of them said a word. 

Kara’s gaze was on her lips and Lena’s heart was beating furiously. Either she was dizzy with longing, or they were actually leaning towards one another.
 

Kara was so close that Lena could feel her warm breath and smell the sweetness of the popcorn on her lips. 

Lena exhaled a shaky breath and pressed a hand to Kara’s bicep to steady herself, her lips beginning to pucker in anticipation. 

Kara’s nose grazed Lena’s, sending goosebumps across her skin, and just as their lips were millimeters from touching in their first kiss, Kara’s phone gave off a shrill ring.

Kara jolted back, nervous laughter erupting out of her as she spilled popcorn across the couch, and Lena sucked in deep lungfuls of air to counter the disappointment and terrible frustration that wracked her body. 

“Alex, hi,” Kara shouted down the line, her voice cracking as she extracted herself from the blanket. “No I’m at — wait, where? Oh, then I— I’ll get there.”

 

 Lena knew that look. She had seen that crinkle of worry between Kara’s eyebrows enough times to understand that Supergirl was about to rush head first into some unknown danger.
 

“I’m coming with you,” Lena asserted, and hurried to slip on her heels while her blood was still rushing from the adrenaline of almost kissing Kara.

“I think you should stay here,” Kara squeaked out, like she wanted to spare Lena the risk, but she gave in when Lena glared at her in warning. 

 
“Alright, but it’s not clear what we’re up against.” Kara threw up her hands in resignation, even as she tried to persuade Lena with sad eyes.

Lena whipped out one of Lex’s transmatter portal watches and grabbed the phone from Kara. “Alex, tell me the location,” she demanded and typed in the coordinates to a rocky hiking trail about thirty miles outside of National City. 

 
The portal opened up in her living room and Lena gestured for Kara to go first. 

They stepped through to find themselves under a starry sky with redwood trees all around and a smog of smoke.  
 

Lena should have been prepared for anything when she felt a ripple in the air around her, but the sudden explosion took her by surprise and threw her forward.

The target of the strike was Kara, and as Lena crumpled into the dirt, she saw her best friend fall over the side of the hilly ridge.

 “Kara!” Lena shouted in desperation and then looked up and into the dark eyes of their masked enemy. She had just enough time to reach for a heavy rock and hurl it as his face before Kara swept her up.

For a second she still tried to lunge at their attacker, but Kara held her back and used her laser vision to blast him off his feet. 

“Stay here,” Kara instructed her, and placed Lena safely away from the smoldering crater the blast had caused.
 

She would have protested, but Kara was already rushing at the masked man, who appeared more agile than Lena first thought. He was on his feet before Kara reached him and he threw a punch that Kara expected to take in stride. The force of it sent her flying back, and he strode forward with the kind of arrogance Lena was sick of seeing in men.

“Kara, look out,” Lena yelled, already stumbling closer on her utterly impractical heels. She almost twisted an ankle in her hurry to grab up a stick, and she stuck the tip of it into a pile of leaves that was still on fire and then swung it at their attacker. “Come on then,” she snarled, completely missing the fact that Kara was standing next to her and didn’t need her protecting.

A sharp exhale of frost breath snuffed out the flame on her stick and she glanced at Kara incredulously.

 

“Fire hazard,” Kara reasoned under her breath, and then launched herself forward to slam her fist against the guy’s jaw.

They moved with inhuman speed, with Kara landing just as many punches as she deflected. Twice their masked enemy managed to get the upper hand by playing dirty and setting his sights on Lena instead. Terror didn’t begin to explain the feeling Lena experienced when the man hurled a rock bigger than her fist straight at her head. In her panic she just stood there, frozen, and then it exploded into dust as Kara grabbed it inches from her face with a grip so strong she disintegrated it.
 

The roar that Kara let out shook the trees, but it was the force of her clap that sent shockwaves through the redwoods and knocked the man back. The sound of snapping echoed around them, and thick branches began to fall from the sky, unfortunate casualties of Kara’s anger as she stalked through the forest after the man.

Lena ducked and hid as best she could with splinters of wood and leaves cascading down around her. She was just about to shout for Kara when the Super was suddenly by her side with her cape raised over Lena’s head.
 

“I lost him,” Kara confessed, and Lena knew from the tension of Kara’s face that she was berating herself for letting him get away.

“It’s okay,” Lena insisted, her hand trembling as she pointed toward a peculiar looking device carved with strange symbols. “You found something else.”

The device glowed faintly in the dirt and Lena’s curiosity got the better of her. She moved towards it in fascination and glanced at Kara. “Do you know what this is?”

“No, but I’m guessing it could be powerful.” Kara warned as they both crouched down to squint at it. “It’s definitely alien tech, though I don’t recognize the markings.”

“Maybe it’s in his own language.” Lena considered, her fingers inching closer as though she were drawn towards it. “We should take it so we can study it. Whatever it is, it’s better in our hands than in his, especially if it’s dangerous.”
 

“Yeah, Alex would kill me if I left it.” Kara mumbled, just as distracted as Lena by the mysterious device.

The soft glow that emanated from the metal was enthralling, and they both reached for it at the same time. A surge went through the alien technology, and the light brightened as a sharp pain sizzled through Lena’s fingers. Kara hissed at the same time, and they quickly pulled their hands back.
 

“Fuck, did you feel that? It was like needles in my fingertips.” Lena winced, shaking her hand out as Kara used her cape to wrap up the strange device.

“We should get this back to Alex. She’ll want to take a look at it.” Kara suggested, and held her arm out to Lena so she could pull her close for flight.

Lena had no desire to take a portal, not when flying meant having Kara’s arms around her. She nestled her face into Kara’s cheek and braced the nape of her neck.
 

As she watched the city whirl by in a blur of light and color, she began to think about how close she had come to kissing Kara, and how much she wanted an excuse to be alone together again.
 

Lena had vowed to herself so many times that she would never broach the topic of feelings with her best friend, and she was still firmly decided on that, though as they landed, and Kara delicately set her down, she found herself hovering awkwardly like someone expecting a kiss at the end of a weird first date.
 

It was short lived, because they had arrived at the Tower, and all of the Super friends hurried around them to get a glimpse of the object tucked into Kara’s cape.
 

“Hey, that’s Naltorian,” Nia excitedly reported and squinted at the language without reaching out to touch it. “I think it says something about great power, and a new receptacle, whatever that means.”

“It’s clearly a weapon of some kind,” Alex commented and glanced up at Kara with a furrow between her eyebrows. “I’m guessing the masked pyromaniac dropped this? That’s what J’onn is calling our mystery alien. Have you seen him, by the way?”

Before Kara could explain that she hadn’t, J’onn flew in behind them and collapsed onto his knees. “I’m fine,” he panted as Alex bent down to him and offered a supportive hand. 

Lena was stuck in her own thoughts and not the least bit tuned in to the current crisis. She couldn’t help how she kept throwing soft looks Kara’s way, or how she tucked her hair behind her ear just so she could watch Kara from her peripheral vision rather than continue to stare so directly.  
 

“I assume you want me and Lena to figure out the inner workings of this device,” Brainy interrupted and narrowed his eyes at Lena, as if picking up on her odd behavior.

Lena scrunched her brow and tried to evade his curiosity by retrieving a containment box and gingerly helping Kara to transfer the Naltorian device into it. “I’ve got this, Brainy,” she insisted and nodded in the direction of a room that had recently become her work space. 

Since his near death experience, Brainy had become oddly perceptive and in tune with human emotion, and Lena felt his calculating eyes trailing her. 

“The device zapped me and Lena,” Kara explained and lifted her hand as if to show where it had left a mark, only there was nothing to see. “It hurt, but I guess it could have been much worse if this thing really is a weapon.”
 

With both hands on her hips, Kara stood and angled herself towards Lena, then took several strides to follow her while the rest of the Super friends spoke to J’onn.  
 

“You’re not going to stay here all night and work on that, right?” Kara asked with a not-so-subtle tilt of her head and a faint blush on her face. “I know it’s important, but we ordered so much take-out, and I just don’t see you finishing it all on your own.” 

“Nonsense, I can be quite ravenous after a fight,” Lena quipped with a jut of her chin and a slow smile. “You should have seen the amount chocolate I consumed every time that we argued last year.” 

“It’s a good thing all of that is in the past, then. I appreciate that your pantry is always so well stocked with snacks, especially chocolate.” Kara swung her head around to glance back at Alex, all while making strangely self-conscious hand gestures. “Speaking of snacks…” She cleared her throat and took another step forward, bursting into nervous laughter when she halted in front of Lena’s work table.

Was Kara calling her a snack?

Lena’s lips curled at the corners as she studied Kara’s peculiar movements. 

Despite her awkwardness, Kara was walking around with an overconfident strut and sweeping her long hair back where her bangs had grown in.
 

“We never got the chance to finish ours.” Kara lilted meaningfully, and Lena got the distinct impression that she wasn’t talking about the popcorn.
 

Adrenaline hit Lena’s bloodstream and her fingers trembled as she tried to keep her voice steady as she met Kara’s eyes.
 

If she was wrong about this, it would ruin everything they had worked so hard to rebuild. Lena licked her lip and watched as Kara followed the tip of her tongue, her heart racing at the implications. “Technically we never got to start.”
 

“We should fix that,” Kara announced immediately, her chin dipping, as if she only just managed to stop herself nodding like a bobblehead.
 

“Fix what?” Brainy asked with a suspicious look between them. He seemed on the verge of asking something else, and Lena stepped towards Kara instinctively.

“Nothing—it’s nothing,” Kara insisted, high pitched and not at all convincing as she avoided Brainy’s gaze and scooped Lena into her arms. “We gotta go, but you guys got this, right?”

 
Before Brainy could get another word in, Kara took to the skies and whisked Lena off. 

They were back in her penthouse much faster than she expected, and Lena’s hands were shaky with nerves that she couldn’t suppress.
 

She was out of her depth and resorted to experimental means of getting Kara’s attention. Touching Kara’s bicep with gentle fingertips, she stayed within reaching distance and gasped softly when her best friend came right in for a kiss. 

“Lena, I—”

 
“Kara, I know,” Lena affirmed with a tiny smile of encouragement as she caressed Kara’s muscular arm. “This doesn’t have to mean anything. It could be a one time thing if you want it to be.”
 

Kara faltered at that and squinted at her with a tense grin forming on her face. “Oh, right—right, of course. We can just keep it casual.” Her smile fell away for a few seconds, and then pulled even brighter as she placed two fingers under Lena’s chin. 

 
Their mouths finally met and Lena experienced a happy weakness in her knees as she slipped an arm around Kara’s back.
 

Kara’s lips were still sweet from the candy they had eaten earlier, and there was a reverence to the way they brushed against hers. Lena closed her eyes and curled her hand around the nape of Kara’s neck, her fingers pushing into Kara’s thick blonde hair to anchor herself in the moment.
 

She whimpered when Kara’s hands moved from her waist to palm her backside. Her soft moans caught in her throat when Kara’s tongue slipped between her lips. Suddenly their hands were restless, cupping cheeks and caressing sides. They tentatively grabbed places Lena had only dreamed about, and then Kara’s fingers found the zipper on her skirt. The noise of it sent a tingle of pleasure down her spine as she unclasped Kara’s cape.  
 

Kara began walking them through the apartment while their mouths were inseparable.

“Rao, you’re a really good kisser,” Kara whispered breathlessly, and Lena chose that second to seductively suck on Kara’s bottom lip. 

The groan that soon followed was enough to fuel Lena’s fantasies for weeks. She was so caught up in how amazing it was to finally experience this with Kara that she forgot something vitally important. Her box of sex toys was very much open and within reach of her bed.

It was the sudden halt that jolted her out of her daze of longing. Kara’s hand on her hip held her still as she observed the room. “Lena, is that—”

 

 Lena laughed at herself in embarrassment and stared down at her feet before finding her badass bitch energy. “An entire collection that’s a testament to my sexual frustration. Yes,” she admitted and stepped over to the box to give Kara license to browse the items inside. 

Lifting one of the thicker strap-on toys, she glanced back at Kara and blushed as she asked, “Have you ever used one of these?” 

  
Kara raised her chin to smile and laugh. “Not exactly,” she murmured in a cryptic tone and pulled Lena close to resume kissing her.

Kara's quick fingers popped the buttons down the front of her blouse, and with greedy hands, she cupped her breasts.

Fast and desperate in stripping off Lena’s matching black bra and thong, Kara backed her onto the bed.
 

The way Kara looked at her with such mesmerized wonder was a distraction. Kara seemed especially drawn to her breasts, and her hands were on them before Lena could suggest it. She whimpered as Kara played with her nipples and squeezed her tits with spread fingers. 

"Your suit," Lena breathed out in between kisses, her hands uselessly grappling for a zipper she couldn't find while Kara straddled her hips.
 

Kara was staring at her cunt and all the silken arousal that covered it, and Lena felt a little shameless as she dragged her finger through it just to tantalize Kara even more.

 
“I know,” Kara whispered, fixated on the sight of Lena bare and spread out before her. “But first I want to touch you.” The sound of the words seemed selfish on Kara’s lips, and the desire she exuded sent ripples of pleasure through Lena’s cunt. It grasped at nothing, and Kara must have known that, because she moaned softly and watched as she slid a finger between Lena’s soaked pussy lips.
 

The first contact against her clit caused Lena’s breath to stick in her throat and she whined when Kara pushed onward, finding her entrance to dip inside with the barest tip of her finger.
 

“Kara,” Lena choked out, unabashed in her need to get exactly what she wanted. 

Kara’s hand retreated, and Lena frantically grabbed for it with a pathetic whimper until she realized Kara was looking in her box of toys. She heard a few clicks then the soft hum of a vibrator buzzed to life. Lena’s clit throbbed in response when Kara lifted out a special one with a textured end designed specifically for external stimulation.

“Can I use this?” Kara asked, her sultry tone doing wonders for Lena’s libido. She instinctively tried to open her legs in offering and Kara nudged the silicone tip between her pussy lips to press into her clit. It was on the lowest setting, not nearly enough power to get her off, but with Kara on top of her, Lena was practically trembling.

Having sex with Kara certainly went against her self-imposed vow never to mention her feelings, but she couldn’t control how she stared up at Kara as though hopelessly in love.

Kara settled down beside her and moved the toy up and down between her pussy lips, then teased her clit with light, repetitive motions that made her pelvis lift from the bed. 

It surprised her when Kara tangled into her to push a finger into her cunt while kissing at her breasts. Her nipples were so sensitive that she almost came from Kara’s tongue caressing over her. She placed her hand at the back of Kara’s neck, clutching loosely as she undulated her hips in time with the pulsations from the vibrator. 

“You’re more confident in bed than I expected,” Lena muttered, and her comment earned a soft laugh from her best friend. 

“Sometimes I even swear,” Kara teased, her eyes meeting Lena’s as she wrapped her lips around her stiff nipple to suck languidly. The boldness was what did it for Lena, and she moaned as Kara pushed a second finger into her quivering cunt.

“I’ll believe it when I hear it,” Lena exhaled shakily, her mind already preoccupied with a fantasy of Kara pinning her down and whispering that she was going to fuck her. Maybe she wanted it more than she let on, because her chest was heaving, and Kara was swirling her tongue ardently around her nipple. She could almost feel the sensation of Kara’s hot mouth on her clit and her hips rocked faster.

“Don’t tease me. It’s not fair,” Lena whimpered, shutting her mouth before she let slip that she had spent the better part of months envisioning doing this with Kara.
 

Kara merely hummed in response, her lips smacking as she kissed and nipped over Lena’s pale breasts. A few clicks happened in quick succession and suddenly the intensity of the vibrator was almost too much and Lena strained from the pleasure of it.

“Fuck, wait, I change my mind,” Lena groaned, her orgasm approaching faster than she could relish it. Kara smiled at her, seductive and a little wicked, and then curled her fingers inside Lena’s cunt to rub her silken walls as they went into blissful spasm. She arched sharply, her back rising off the bed while her heels dug into the mattress. 

“Kara, oh god,” Lena felt like she was transcending with the way Kara was using her fingers, and she quaked from her climax, her wanton cry filling the room as she jerked uncontrollably.

She clung onto Kara’s neck as she continued to rock through the tantalizing release. It brought a tiny mischievous smirk to her lips when she relaxed and observed Kara afterwards. 

“My turn,” Lena whispered and stretched her hand out to touch Kara’s cunt, but at the gentlest of contact, she noticed a big difference in the fabric. Her brows pulled tight with a perplexed crinkle between them and then she stammered out, “Oh—Kara.”

It was an astonishing discovery to find that Kara was changing beneath her suit pants. Lena’s mouth hung open in shock when Kara disabled the Super suit and sat in her civilian clothes with a clear erection. Lena’s hand rested over the visible bulge and Kara seemed on edge while watching her react to it for the first time. 

“I’ve been meaning to tell you that Krytonians have pretty delicate biology. We sort of adapt to our partners,” Kara explained, then bit down on her bottom lip as Lena forcefully tugged at her pants in an effort to get them down. 

“I’ve read that, but of course I’ve never had hands-on experience.” Lena inhaled sharply as she tried to circle her hand around Kara’s thick cock. 

Of all the many times she imagined sleeping with her best friend, she had never dreamed up this scenario. 

“Are you okay with it?” Kara asked in a whisper and Lena began to stroke her in earnest just to prove that she was more than accepting. 

“Well, we certainly won’t be needing anything with straps.” Lena lilted, her lustful gaze flicking between Kara’s open mouthed awe and her hand as she worked it over her friend’s erection. The tip was dripping excitement, and Lena couldn’t help the way her thumb naturally rubbed across the groove to smear Kara’s arousal around the broad mushroom head.
 

Kara gasped at the sensation, her cock stiffening further beneath Lena’s touch with an eager jerk. It was obvious that Kara had no idea how that simple intake of breath told Lena so many wonderful things. Things that Lena was going to use to her advantage, like how sensitive Kara seemed to be. From the way she was staring at Lena’s fingers as they twisted sensually around the tip of her cock, she knew it was unlikely that many people had gotten to handle Kara this way.

 

 “Should I go slow, Kara?” Lena asked far too innocently, and fisted her cock from tip to base just to squeeze on the way up as she whispered, “I can make every stroke sensual.” She proved it by running her palm over the head of Kara’s member until she heard her friend moan, and then leaned in to nuzzle at Kara’s neck as she picked up the pace to jerk her faster. “Or should I lie back and let you fuck my cunt?”
 

“Lena,” Kara groaned in surprise, her hips pumping even as her hand curled around the edge of the bed so tightly that she tore a chunk straight out of the mattress.

 

Lena massaged just the tip of Kara’s cock and waited for the delectable moment when Kara whined and bucked into her warm hand. She took her time to touch, despite how much her clenching cunt insisted she experience every inch of Kara’s cock. The purple tint to the head was evidence of need, and she could feel it stiffening further from even her lightest strokes. 

“It’s going to be incredible when you’re inside of me,” Lena intoned and did a bold and experimental thing by pressing her lips to Kara’s cock. She puckered her mouth to Kara’s shape and gave a gentle suck. 

Kara’s breathing went erratic and she exhaled tiny snowflakes into the air above them. 

 

“Should I repeat your words and beg you not to tease me?” Kara asked, a slight whine to her stern tone that matched her expression when she eyed Lena like she had just denied her a piece of cake she had been promised.

It was a rarity to see Kara sulk and Lena persisted in sliding her mouth down over her friend’s cock simply for the sake of making it last. She wanted Kara to be as desperate as she had been for months, if not years, and using her tongue was the perfect way to achieve that. Kara’s desperation was mounting by the second and she fidgeted under Lena like she was barely suppressing the urge to act on a lot of filthy thoughts. 

“Are you above begging?” Lena wondered out loud and lifted an eyebrow before leaving a lipstick print on Kara’s inner thigh. She admired the sight of it before she started sucking on Kara with fierce eagerness, her lips stretching into a smile when she felt the tremor of pleasure race up Kara’s legs.

“N-no, I—” Kara’s stuttered words broke with a moan and she sucked in a sharp breath just to whine out, “Please Lena.”
 

Lena could tell how much effort it was taking Kara to keep her hips still, and she knew her bed would likely need replacing by the end of their tryst. There had been a time when Lena had accused Supergirl of having a God complex. She didn’t know back then just how thrilling it would be to hear such a powerful being beg just for her. It went straight to Lena’s head and she slurped around Kara’s in response before pulling back to graze her lips over the sensitive tip of her cock. “What do you need, Kara? What is it you want most of all, my mouth, or—”
 

“Your cunt,” Kara asserted without any trace of a blush and moved with Super speed to push Lena back against the bed. She was hungry with her kiss, demanding as she pushed her tongue between Lena’s lips to taste the salty tang of her own excitement. “I want to be inside your cunt the first time I come, Lena.”
 

The confidence that oozed from the Super caught Lena off guard and her inner muscles clenched in expectation of being filled. Kara nibbled at her neck, her tongue lavishing across the fluttering pulse when Lena tipped her head back and welcomed Kara with open legs and a breathy moan.
 

“The first time?” Lena belatedly asked before she lost herself to the sweet ache of her cunt being stuffed by Kara’s thick length.
 

 “You know I have great stamina, right?” Kara murmured, the laugh in her voice a low rumble as she nudged Lena’s pussy lips apart with the head of her cock. She pushed the first few inches in, groaning as the warmth of Lena’s cunt tightened snugly around her, and then sank in deep with a firm roll of her hips.

“You’ll have to show me.” Lena rasped, rising up in an attempt to see Kara’s cock sliding into her, but she was too entangled. She scratched down Kara’s back with her fingernails, knowing her friend would never feel the sting, and their mouths collided in a kiss. The rush to satisfy their mutual desires wrapped them up in the moment.

 

“Do you want to hear me moan your name when I come?” Lena murmured, the softest puckering noise lingering between them from how their lips loosely touched. 

From the way Kara’s face tinged red, Lena knew instantly that this had been something her friend had given some thought. It deepened her curiosity when Kara started thrusting into her, taking her breath away with a pleasant roughness she never anticipated. They had always been such compatible friends, but Lena was beginning to think that they shared plenty in common when it came to sex. 

“Say whatever feels right in the moment.” Kara uttered in between thrusts, keeping the rougher pace as she looked anywhere but in her eyes.


Lena couldn’t help but notice that Kara was staring at her tits as she answered without answering, her face still red, and not from exertion. 

It intrigued Lena all the more, and she wouldn’t let up as she persisted with a sultry, “Is there something else you’d rather I call you?”

The guilty flush to Kara’s cheeks enthralled Lena and she itched to scratch beneath the surface of the Super to find all of the naughty little things she had locked away beneath her soft nature. Lena’s fingers entwined in Kara’s hair, threading to the scalp as she angled her hips up for every full thrust, and tried to force Kara to look at her.
 

“Supergirl?” Lena tried, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully as Kara half laughed and pressed warm, wet kisses along the porcelain slope of her neck. She should have known it wouldn’t be that – not the name of her alter-ego.

This was Kara. Kara, whose alien biology gave her a cock just to fuck her. 

Lena instinctively veered away from anything too feminine, and experimented with a more masculine term to test the waters. “Stud?” She exhaled breathlessly, and Kara’s hips faltered for a fraction of a second before slamming into her more insistently, a non-verbal admittance that she was heading in the right direction. She slid her hands down to Kara’s strong, broad shoulders and hooked her ankles around her hips to allow her cock to penetrate deeper, and tried to think of the things she had said with past lovers.


The last person she slept with had been James, and Kara had acted a little strangely around her after they hooked up. Lena hadn’t mentioned what happened, but Kara had been extra awkward after the night he requested that she call him—
 

“Daddy,” Lena whispered, a victorious smirk curling her lips when Kara groaned and slammed into her cunt harder.

Kara must have overheard them due to her super hearing. God, Lena had so many questions, but they all vanished when Kara grabbed her hands and crossed her wrists above her head. She held Lena in place with a firm grip and squeezed her tits possessively with her other hand, pinching and rolling her nipples until Lena whimpered and writhed beneath her.

The slick sound of Lena’s cunt was a testament to how much she loved what Kara was doing to her. Kara pinned her down and pounded into her with such a relentless energy that Lena moaned, “Fuck me harder, Daddy. It feels so good when you’re rough.”

She wanted to find out every sexual act and phrase that would arouse Kara. Even the idea of dirtier deeds held some level of appeal when she factored in her best friend, and Lena was entertaining sordid thoughts when she clamped in passionate convulsions around Kara’s cock. The deep internal massage from Kara’s shaft was incomparably pleasurable. 

The heat of Kara’s cock kept her orgasm going, sliding into her spasming pussy to make the blissful feeling even more powerful. Her thighs almost cramped as she locked them around Kara in desperation. Kara pushed her legs up higher and held her down while slamming into her at a furious speed. 

With Kara still restraining her hands above her head, Lena could do nothing but surrender to the wonderful force of it. Her groveling whimpers and noises were exciting to Kara. She saw the tight-lipped focus on Kara’s face and felt the strain of her cock. 

“You need this, don’t you, Lena?” Kara asked with a hot-cold puff of breath against her cheek. “You love it when I’m in charge and taking what I want.” 

Hearing that assertion from Kara was both shocking and thrilling and Lena whimpered out, “Yes, yes, take what you want.”

Kara groped roughly at her tits and groaned as she pumped into her tight cunt. “You’ve been wearing a lot of lowcut tops when we have lunch lately. From now on, whenever you need me to be inside of your pussy, you should wear one. A short skirt, too.”

Lena wanted to question what that meant for their friendship, but all she could do was nod and whine out, “I promise I will.” 

Kara’s hand uncurled from her wrists to catch her by the jaw and Lena felt her heart skip a beat when the firm fingers forced her to look deep into Kara’s dark blue eyes. “I know you will, because you’re a good girl, aren’t you Lena?” She praised in a tone that was deliciously sinful.
 

Lena’s cunt experienced another spasm as white hot excitement raced through her core and she whimpered out deliriously, “Yes, yes so good. All for you.” She might have agreed to anything right then because she was so desperately wet and lost in her own urges as she encouraged Kara to pound into her harder with provocative moans. Every frantic undulation she gave rubbed her pussy against Kara and Lena groaned pathetically when Kara’s fingers slipped between her soaked lips to massage into her clit just the way she needed.

“You’re going to come again,” Kara told her, soft lips brushing against her ear as she rocked faster to bottom out with every slick plunge. “I want to feel you squeeze around me and beg to be filled.”

Lena’s pleading whimper did so much to accelerate Kara’s thrusts that her cunt ached and she knew it would be pleasantly sore in the morning. She was still getting used to Kara talking to her in such a brazen and sexy way, and Lena wasn’t prepared for how much it would affect her to hear her kind, sweet friend uttering filth. Kara’s demands made her cunt slippery with arousal and the sound of them having sex grew louder.  

In a demonstration of dominance and control, Kara lifted her off the bed and held her while drilling deep into her pussy. She had never been more aware of Kara’s superior strength than she was when her best friend carried her around without any effort. Kara grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the night table and poured it over Lena, then she skillfully rubbed at her slit. Lena was certain that the people who lived below her floor would be able to hear the obscene noise of them fucking. 

Kara positioned her over the edge of the bed with her legs spread and then stood behind her. She was face down, ass high, and Kara grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into every savage thrust. 

“Be rough, show my pussy who’s daddy now.” Lena moaned into her bedspread as Kara charged her hips faster and reached out to grab ahold of her hair. 

Kara gripped firmly at her dark curls and railed her so hard it damaged the mattress frame. 

Lena knew that after this incredible night with Kara she would never be able to look at her the same way, but she was foolishly optimistic that they could do this again and that it wouldn’t cause another rift in their friendship. 

With Kara’s fingers woven into her hair and grasping gently at the roots, Lena came with hot internal pulsations. It was the best orgasm of her life and her crushing walls drained Kara’s shaft.

Kara groaned from the drawn out satisfaction and ran her hand up and down Lena’s back. Lena would never forget how Kara touched her after that first time, or the reverent words that her best friend husked into the back of her neck. “That was everything I imagined it would be and more.”

Blasts of seed coated Lena’s cervix and gushed from her stretched pussy when Kara pulled out just to rub her cunt with a tender hand. The soothing touch sent a different kind of warmth through Lena, and when Kara pushed back into her tight heat with a soft moan, she knew their night was far from over.
 

 Kara was an insatiable lover, and just the right shade of selfish to show Lena just how much she delighted in giving her immense pleasure. Almost too much. 

 
Lena wasn’t used to having prolonged bliss or such an attentive partner during sex and she moaned so much her voice was raspy by the end of it. Kara had blown her expectations out of the water, and Lena made a mental note to blow her in return the next time they did this together.
 

She was half asleep, floating somewhere above her bed and body when Kara slipped out from under the sheets and began pulling on her clothes. Lena hadn’t expected Kara to stay, but she still experienced an inexplicable ache within her chest at the loss of warmth beside her. 

It would have been disastrous if Kara spent the whole night. More than likely, it would have compromised their friendship and Lena’s heart. She knew deep down Kara was doing the right thing, but that mattered very little to her emotions.

 
“Your socks are by the vanity,” Lena pointed out with a lazy stretch of her arm, startling Kara so much that she dropped her cell phone on her toes and accidentally kicked it out the door.


“Oh, thanks, yeah, can’t forget those. Sneakers without socks are as bad as sandals with them, I mean, nobody likes that, right?” Kara rambled awkwardly, her laugh a little strained as she hurried to get dressed as fast as she could without using super speed.
 

“So, tomorrow,” Kara muttered, pushing her glasses firmly up the bridge of her nose as she looked around Lena’s room. “Lunch.” She added with a nod, then chewed her lower lip as she stuck her hands into her front pockets and rocked back on her heels. “The best meal of the day.”
 

It was right around then that Lena realized her hopes of keeping things normal and casual were already failing. Awkwardness seeped into their interactions and Lena cleared her throat as she waited for Kara to finally blurt out, “Are we, you know, still having it?”

Lena couldn’t bring herself to regret what they had done, but the post-sex feeling of bliss officially dimmed as she wondered why Kara would be asking that. 

“Do you still want to have lunch with me?” Lena asked, suddenly self-conscious and filled with the fear that Kara was thinking of avoiding her. 

“Yes,” Kara spat out so fast that it made Lena immediately suspicious. She narrowed her eyes in dismay and judgment until Kara rushed on with an explanation. “I really want to have lunch with you tomorrow, Lena. How about Big Belly Burger? I’ll pick it up and come to your office.”

The look Kara gave her burned through the sheets, literally, and Lena jumped in surprise, but instantly felt much better. She could handle a little awkwardness if it meant they were going to have another round of amazing sex. 

“Sure,” Lena declared with a quirk of her eyebrow and a sly smile. “I’ll dress for the occasion.”

Kara nodded much too vigorously and put up her hands as she backed towards the window. “Right.” Her nervous chuckle was amusing, along with her clumsiness as she fumbled in pulling back the curtain. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Lena. Have sweet dreams.”

Lena deflated in bed as she watched Kara fly off, then glanced down at her singed bedsheets. She bit down on her lip as she tried to convince herself she could still handle being in love with her best friend, even if they had just stepped over a lot of boundaries without making any commitments to each other. 

That night Lena slept better than she had in years, and when she awoke with the bright light of dawn peeking through the windows, she felt refreshed and energized. The memories of everything she had done with Kara flooded back into her mind, and she cupped her pussy as she considered how she wanted to start her day.
 

It was a mischievous impulse that caused her fingers to slip into her panties to finger her clit. She worked herself up until she was on the cusp of coming and then stopped. A little sexual frustration could go a long way, and she had plans to wear the shortest skirt she owned just to see if Kara was intent on keeping her word.

After a hot shower and wrapping herself up in her robe, Lena poured herself a cup of tea and sat down to go over her planner like usual. 

She exhaled softly to cool down her tea, and was amazed at the way the steaming liquid instantly frosted over and froze, along with half her coffee table and the English muffin she planned on having for breakfast.
 

Lena set the cup down before her fingers iced over and picked up her phone to call the only person she knew wouldn’t instantly panic or judge her. After all, she was already panicking enough for two people.
 

“Sam,” Lena croaked down the line, “I know you’re busy, but can you call me when you get this? I think I’ve picked up an alien STD - or something like it.”