Kara and Lena attend L-Corp's annual charity ball and Kara gets a little jealous about everyone fawning over her wife!
So this chapter fits in quite a few suggestion/ prompts - it's basically smut city - Kara in a suit, semi-public sex, spanking, Jealous! Kara, a bit of anal play, elevator sex, desk sex, office sex, formal Supercorp. As always for this fic, the daddy kink is there but it's not predominate and used more as a tool. Lots of communication and everything is consensual! Hope you guys enjoy! ;-)
I'm horrible at outfit description, so I have the inspirations posted on tumblr.
So if you follow me on tumblr, you know I have quite a few thoughts about Kara being possessive/jealous and why Lena enjoys it! This fic, although very smutty, has a little character exploration scene that was fun to write and I think vital to understanding their dynamic - particularly how I portray them!
Lena isn't flirting.
She would never.
There's just a certain amount of . . . charm required when talking old men into giving you millions of dollars - even for charity.
And if they mistake her fake smiles and forced willingness to listen to their endless stories as flirtng then, well that's on them.
Kara understands it's just a part of the job.
Usually.
She certainly doesn't mean to make Kara . . . jealous.
Or rather, she isn't actually trying, it's just an added bonus.
She can tell her wife is jealous by the way her blue eyes intently watch anyone who dares to touch her. Even Cat Grant had raised an eyebrow when she had caught Kara glaring at her from across the room while she and Lena discussed the idea of CatCo having exclusive behind-the-scenes access to L-Corp's latest project.
Normally Kara is a little more reserved in her . . . possession.
But tonight is different. Tonight, Kara stays fairly close throughout the evening, and whenever possible, her hand is firmly planted in the small of Lena's back, brushing dangerously close to her ass.
"Just remember, babygirl, you are mine." Kara had growled the words in her ear right before they had entered the ballroom that night, and Lena feels them reiterated every time she catches her staring from across the room, eyes raking over Lena's body like she owns every inch.
Like she's thinking about what Lena looked like naked and squirming - begging for orgasm.
The thought makes Lena almost choke on her champagne, because the idea of Kara taking her - claiming her - in front of all these people . . .
She shivers, and her insides flutter.
Normally, Kara would be a little more low-key in her thirst, but as Lena had discovered long ago, her wife is full of surprises, especially when . . . provoked.
Kara whines, full out whines when Lena wanders out of the ensuite bathroom, and Lena stops, suddenly nervous.
"What?"
Kara's lips dip down into that perfect pout that Lena finds so adorable.
"You just look so hot."
"And you're . . . sad? About that?" Lena quirks an eyebrow as she leans over the dress to look in the mirror and put in her earrings.
"Makes me sad I have to share you." Kara says sullenly, and Lena can't help but smile.
"Why, Kara Zor-el, are you jealous?"
"No!" is Kara's immediate response, but when Lena meets her eyes in the mirror, she looks sheepish. "A little? I know I shouldn't be, but I can't help it! I'm married to the hottest woman ever, and everyone always flirts with you at these things like I don't even exist! I know you would never do anything, and that it isn't my place to feel possessive, but . . . I like knowing that you're just for me. And sometimes I just want to put a sticker on your forehead that says 'mine'."
Lena can't help but laugh, but then an odd heat settles in her belly, and she turns to meet Kara's gaze head on, briefly wondering if the blush on her cheeks is obvious.
"It's been awhile since I've ever seen you this jealous."
"Oh baby." Kara bites her lip, as if debating to tell Lena the whole truth. "I'm pretty much always jealous." she finally says, and Lena feels a rush of heat between her legs.
"I mean, you're so hot, and everyone can see it, and you just command a room - everyone is always looking at you, wanting to be you, wanting to be WITH you. I'm not going to lie, it's a bit of an adrenaline rush knowing you chose me."
"How come you don't say anything?"
Kara looks embarrassed, and her gaze flits to the window. Lena steps forward, taking Kara's hands in her own and tugging them to her waist.
"Kara, you can tell me."
"Because you're not mine!" Kara finally blurts, brow furrowing around the words. "I mean, you are, but not in that way. I don't own you. And I certainly don't have the right to be jealous of the way people look at you, just because I have abandonment issues doesn't mean that I can possess you."
"Hmm." Lena says thoughtfully, tilting her head.
"Hmm?"
"Maybe I want you to act jealous sometimes. Not all the time, of course, but I wouldn't mind everyone knowing just who I belong to."
"Yeah?" The hint of a smirk teases at Kara's lips.
"No one's ever wanted me like you." She trails her fingers down the lapels of Kara's suit jacket. "It's sexy."
"Yeah?" Kara is beginning to sound like a broken record, and Lena wonders briefly if her brain has short circuited.
"You know I love it when you get dominant, daddy."
If Kara's cheeks weren't red before . . .
"That's - that's for the bedroom."
Lena's heart stutters in her chest, nervous about her next words.
"We could make an exception . . . "
"An exception?"
"Are you up for a little roleplay?"
Which is exactly how she finds herself in this delicious situation - with Kara's lustful eyes watching her every move.
She can feel Kara's eyes watching her as one of L-Corp's investors spins her around the dance floor. He had stopped asking about the latest research developments, and was currently prying into her personal life. She was dodging him rather successfully, but it was getting harder, especially since she couldn't exactly walk away in the middle of the song.
A particularly long song.
She wishes desperately that Kara would do something, anything to ease her misery.
"Excuse me, hope you don't mind if I cut in."
Lena breathes a sigh of relief at the sound of Kara's voice, even as her dance partner tenses. She's afraid for a moment that he's going to be impolite and deny Kara, but her wife doesn't even wait for a response, slipping between them with the element of surprise.
"I wasn't done -"
"Oh, I think you were." Kara uses her Supergirl voice and the man visibly pales as Kara whisks Lena away.
"I can't believe you just did that!" Lena laughs as Kara twirls her effortlessly.
"I'm sorry." Kara immediately apologetic. "I just thought - I mean you looked uncomfortable -"
Lena places a finger on Kara's lips, halting the babbling of words.
"Stop apologizing. That was incredibly sexy."
"Yeah?"
"Stop second guessing yourself, daddy."
Kara's eyes visibly darken, and the hand on Lena's waist tightens.
"You know everyone has been staring at you all night. Talking about how hot you are, how powerful. I wonder what they would say if they knew the most powerful human in National City is a needy bottom who loves to get on her knees for me and begs to have my fingers inside of her?"
How Kara manages to keep their dancing on track while whispering absolute filth into Lena's ear is a total mystery. As it is, Lena can barely manage to follow along, mind distracted and wetness pooling between her thighs. She's eternally grateful for Kara floating them effortlessly across the dance floor.
"Hmm," Kara continues, "I wonder what they would think if they knew how wet you're getting just listening to me talk about bending you over and taking what I want right in front of them?"
Before she can wonder exactly how Kara knows how wet she is, Kara leans forward lips brushing lightly against Lena's ear.
"You smell delicious, babygirl."
Lena shivers, and Kara tugs her closer.
"Do you have any speeches, or announcements, or other pressing matters to attend to in the next half hour or so?"
"No, I'm obligation free for the rest of the night."
No sooner are the words out of her mouth than she feels Kara lift her almost imperceptibly, and the wind rushing through her hair. When Kara sets her down in front of the elevator bank and she looks around, confused.
"What is this?"
"It's an elevator." Kara grins cheekily as she presses the up button, and Lena swats her arm, wondering how Kara can merge so easily between dominating and teasing - making Lena love her even more.
"Yes, thank you, I see that. Where are we going?"
"The CEO's office, I hear it has a great view." another grin, and then Lena's being tugged into the elevator.
"We're ditching the party to go to my office? Why?"
The hand wrapped around her wrist tightens - too tight, and it brings the heat in Lena's stomach to a simmering boil.
"Because unless you want me to fuck you in front of all of your party guests, I think we need to find a more private venue."
As soon as the doors close, Kara presses her back into the wall, lips blazing a fiery trail down Lena's neck and her fingers tracing up under skirt.
"How long for us to reach the top floor?"
"Twenty -" Kara's fingers reach her center, and she gasps. "Twenty-six point five seconds. Give-" She groans, fingers clenching in Kara's hair. "- or take a few milliseconds."
"Plenty of time."
Lena wants to argue; because no, that does not sound like plenty of time, especially for the way Kara is moving against her - circling her clit while the other hand palms her breast and wet lips draw delicious patterns on the sensitive skin of her neck.
It's too much, and not enough -
She needs more.
"Kar - " it comes out in a choked sob that Kara interprets perfectly, fingers drifting lower until they slip inside her.
"Mmm, babygirl, you're so wet." Kara breathes out against her skin, and Lena shivers.
Usually Kara prefers to draw things out, but the impending deadline of the elevator stopping must influence her to move more quickly.
That and the fact that she's always been a sucker for Lena moaning her name.
"Kara, please, please please -" every coherent thought has left her brain, and her hips jerk against Kara's fingers, her hands gripping tightly onto toned biceps.
She's has no time to worry that her pleas fall on deaf ears, because Kara responds immediately - fingers practically vibrating as they thrust inside her, barely giving her any time to build up to orgasm before she's tumbling over - collapsing against the wall, Kara's weight against her the only thing holding her up as she licks a lazy trail up Lena's neck.
"Mmm, not to brag; but I'm a little impressed that I managed to make you scream my name before the elevator stopped."
"You never -" she shivers as Kara's lips hit a particularly sensitive spot. "You never hit the button."
"The button? What button?" Kara pulls back, forehead crinkled in confusion, and Lena can't help but laugh.
"The floor selection button. You never pushed it. We're still on the ground floor."
Kara's jaw works and she turns to study the row of buttons.
"Oh. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Do you honestly think I was going to interrupt you?"
Kara grins wickedly before slapping the button that will take them to Lena's penthouse office.
"I hope you don't think I'm going to let you get away with that, I was really wanting to see if I could make you come within a time limit."
"Mmm, I can't get the stopwatch out whenever you want. But first, it's my turn."
"I think you've forgotten who's in charge here." Kara looks surprisingly put together, despite her rumpled clothes and the lipstick smeared across her face and neck, and her voice has that authoritative tone to it that makes Lena's knees weak. She decides to change her approach.
"Please, let it be my turn?" She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and fixes Kara with her best pout. "I want to taste you."
Kara's eyes darken just as the elevator dings it's arrival and Lena find herself being pushed into the hall. Kara's lips once again find hers, and they slam into the hall wall hard enough that Lena knows that she's going to have to call a drywall contractor Monday morning.
Kara's hands ensure that that's the last coherent thought she has as they pinball down the hallway towards Lena's office. Super strength snaps the lock, and they stumble backwards into the room, the lights of the city filtering in through the window the only illumination.
Lena manages to steer them towards the desk, and Kara half sits on top of it as Lena trails open mouth kisses down her neck.
It takes some doing, to unbutton Kara's pants without detaching her lips, but she manages; shimmying the skinny tuxedo pants down Kara's muscular thighs, quickly followed by lacy black boy shorts. Kara moves to switch their positions, but Lena stops her with a gentle hand on her chest, working her way down the buttons of her vest and crisp black shirt. She leaves the tie - dangling loosely between black lace covered breasts.
Kara leans backwards on her hands, and Lena allows herself a moment of admiration.
Her wife is a vision in Armani, pants tangled around her heeled boots, bare legs open and waiting, and she can see the slickness between Kara's thighs even from here. Her top layers are splayed open, trying to fall off her shoulders and leaving a window to perfect abs and heaving breasts, Lena's own dark red lipstick trailing up her neck.
If there's a sexier sight to be seen, Lena isn't sure what it could possibly be.
"Like what you see?" Kara's voice is teasing, and there's a filthy smirk tracing across her lips.
"You know when we went to the Louvre for our honeymoon?" She lifts an eyebrow and Kara nods. "This view is better."
She doesn't wait to see if Kara blushes, instead dropping to her knees and kissing a slow trail up Kara's knee. It doesn't take long for Kara to start moaning, Lena licking the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
"Baby."
Lena can't help but smirk at the needy whine in Kara's voice, and she sits back on her heels to stare innocently up at Kara.
"Yes?"
"Don't stop, I need your mouth on me."
"What happens if I stop? Are you going to punish me?" Lena knows she's fishing, but she's too turned on to care, desire and champagne buzzing through her system leaving no place for shame. Luckily, Kara takes the bait easily.
"Oh, you're already in trouble from earlier, do I need to remind you who's in charge again babygirl?"
Lena bites her lip and nods, relishing the way Kara's eyes darken as she leans forward to grip the knot of hair secured at the base of Lena's neck and drag her forward.
"The more you tease me, the worse it's going to be."
Lena's tempted to resist, to test her limits; but it's only a matter of time before someone notices them missing downstairs, so she allows Kara to pull her forward until her face is at the apex of Kara's thighs - breathing in the sweet, familiar scent of her wife's arousal. Instead of futilely attempting to draw back, she leans forward, bracing her hands on the desk and brushing her lips against Kara's outer folds.
"That's it -oh!" Kara gasps when Lena's tongue darts out to lick it's way in, swiping upwards from the center - gathering the wetness and swirling it around Kara's clit.
This has always been Lena's favorite part, watching Kara come undone beneath her - listening for the moans and whimpers that guide her on her journey to make Kara fall apart. The fingers in her hair tighten, and she lets them pull her closer until her face is buried in Kara's sex, tongue slow and steady in it's constant attack. After all these years, she knows exactly what Kara likes, but it doesn't make any of this less enjoyable- the way she tenses and then immediately releases when Lena slips her tongue inside, the way she whimpers as Lena's nose brushes her clit. Usually she would take her time, drawing the moans from Kara with care, but tonight she puts her experience to good use, hastening along the inevitable orgasm.
It doesn't hurt that the entire situation is devastatingly sexy - having sex in her office while a charity ball dances on in the ballroom below, formal wear half off and in danger of being damaged irreparably.
It kind of reminds her of their wedding.
She knows Kara isn't going to last much longer, with the way her stomach is quivering and her hands are clenched - one in Lena's hair and the other testing the indestructibleness of Lena's desk. She slips one hand in between them, two fingers slipping easily into Kara's wetness as she sucks gently on her clit. It sends Kara past the point of no return, walls clenching around Lena's fingers.
"Lena, Lena, fuck!" Kara mutters when she doesn't stop, intent on drawing out a second orgasm. "Fuck, baby, don't stop, don't st-" the words cut off in an unintelligible moan that sends a warm sense of pride through Lena's chest.
Gently, knowing that Kara is still hypersensitive, she licks away the mess of Kara's arousal, feeling the shivers of aftershocks coursing through her body.
"Was that good?" She asks innocently, pulling her fingers into her mouth and swirling them around, moaning at the taste.
"Like you have to ask." Kara quips, and if she was expecting any downtime, she doesn't get it, because Kara is jumping to her feet and pulling Lena up in one smooth motion. There are soft hands on her neck and Kara cradles her face as she brings them together for a soft kiss. "Now bend over the desk so I can have my way with you."
She tries unsuccessfully not to grin at the growl in Kara's voice but she immediately does as she's told - bracing her hands against the far edge of the desk and arching her back so that her ass is in the air.
Lena can hear as Kara pulls her pants up and adjusts them, but a quick glance over her shoulder assures her that the top half of her suit remains open.
She makes a mental note to get Kara to dress in suits more often.
She feels a whisper of breeze as the hem of her long skirt is lifted up to rest on her back, exposing her from the waist down. Soft hands start working their way up her calves and thighs to her hips, pulling her thong down her legs. She shivers as a kiss is pressed to each cheek and then each leg, following the path of her underwear. She lifts each leg as Kara prompts, stepping out of the garment and spreading her legs; but then there's nothing for a moment until she feels Kara stand up.
She can feel Kara's eyes on her, studying her, as she makes her way around the desk to face Lena.
A part of her wants to huff and demand that Kara finish what she started, but she revels in being on display like this. She may be the most powerful human in National City, but Kara has her right in the palm of her hand.
She watches as Kara pulls out Lena's laptop and opens it up, slim fingers flying on the keys, a wide grin spreading across her face. Before Lena can wonder what she's done, she turns the screen around and Lena can see the security camera footage of the ball.
"Do you see that?" Kara begins her walk around the desk, but Lena keeps her eyes trained on the footage. "The richest and most powerful people of National City and Metropolis are dancing and laughing - completely oblivious to the fact that their host has snuck away to be ravaged. What do you think they would say, if they had seen you on your knees for me? Hmm?"
There's a moment of silence, and then there's a loud smack against Lena's ass.
She hears it more than feels it, although it does send delicious tingles of pain radiating out.
She can't stop the moan that slips past her lips.
"Do you think that they would finally understand? That it would finally dawn on them that they can't have you?"
Another smack, this time on the opposite cheek, and Lena resists the urge to grind back against Kara's palm.
"Look at you. In a penthouse office while your guests party downstairs without you - half naked, legs spread, ready and waiting for me to fuck you senseless."
Lena feels so incredibly dirty in that moment, but she can safely say that she doesn't think she's ever been more aroused.
Kara's fingers slip into her folds, spreading the wetness around in an almost teasing motion - denying Lena what she really wants.
"I wish they could see you now, so I could show them just how completely you are mine." Kara thrusts inside of her on the last syllable, the three fingers too much but deliciously so, the stretch sending a shiver down her spine as she cries out.
"That's right, babygirl. How does that feel?"
"So- so good." Lena chokes out, Kara giving her no time to adjust before she begins thrusting harshly, fingers curling against her front wall.
"So good what?"
"So good, daddy."
"Good girl."
Kara's free hand twists in her hair, sending loose tendrils into her face. Her back arches against the sharp tug, pushing her back against Kara's fingers. It's more drawn out like this, without any stimulation to her clit, but she knows better than to think Kara will leave her hanging.
Sure enough, no sooner has she adjusted to the burning in her scalp than she feel Kara's thumb trace up through her wetness, coming to rest in between her ass cheeks, swirling Lena's juices around the tight hole.
"Is this ok?" Kara's voice is soft, and it amazes Lena once again how her wife is the perfect combination of tender and deadly - even in times like this.
She nods furiously, moaning at the tension the action causes against Kara's hold on her hair.
Kara's thumb slips inside, working gently for a moment before thrusting in time with her fingers.
Lena can't help but rut back against Kara's hand, grinding helplessly. After a moment she can feel Kara's fingers shifting, making room for her pinky finger that slips embarrassingly easy inside.
She feels so completely full, and she groans at the sensation of Kara claiming her completely.
Lena tries let her head fall to her chest, but Kara doesn't let her, pulling her back by her hair.
"Mmm mmh, I want you to look out over the city, and all these people when you come. I want you to imagine that they can all see you like this - taking everything I'm giving you and begging me for more."
Kara's words send a flush of heat down her chest, straight to her core, and she can feel her entire body trembling.
"You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful." Kara's lips brush her ear, and the fingers inside of her twist just right and -
Oh, oh god, she's coming.
Blackness threatens at the edge of her vision as she cries out, Kara's name on her lips.
She doesn't even realize that she's collapsed until she notices Kara is holding her - arm wrapped around her chest; pulling her back into a firm, muscular body, gentle kisses pressing along her neck. Kara's fingers are no longer inside of her, and she feels a delicious ache in their absence.
After a long moment, when she finally catches her breath, Kara swoops her up and carries her with long strides to her office bathroom. They look a mess in the mirror; Kara like she's halfway through a strip tease, and Lena like she's just been thoroughly fucked - which isn't a lie, but still not a proper party look.
It takes ten minutes to get their wardrobe and makeup situation straightened out and it will never look the same as it did at the start of the night, but it's close enough that Lena declares them fit to head back downstairs.
The party had been trying her nerves, but now she feels rejuvenated, glowing as she re-enters the ballroom on Kara's arm. Kara too, stands straighter, and she releases Lena only to immediately dip into a stately bow, offering a hand and a dance. Lena agrees with a laugh and lets herself be tugged out onto the dance floor, her still trembling legs grateful for the slow tempo of the song.
She's only just managed to clear her mind of filthy thoughts when Kara bends down, warm breath ghosting her ear.
"You think anyone in here suspects I have your thong in my pocket?"