Tumblr Prompt: I'm not sure if you write smut, but would you consider continuing the Kara/Lena cooking lesson? I'd love to see possessive Kara in bed ;)
I got a LOT of prompts for this so I figured I'd try my hand at writing smut again. I tweaked it a little but I figured it would still serve its purpose! And it was supposed to be jsut smut but then feelings got involved, so . . . *shrugs*
This Chapter is rated M for sMut
The whole thing is completely unintentional.
Well, mostly unintentional.
She doesn't expect Kara to react quite like . . . this.
She knew based on the books that Alex had given her, and from her time spent pouring over the massive amounts of information from the Alura AI that House crests were pretty important. According to the literature, wearing another house's crest was kind of like wearing someone else's letterman jacket.
Only something must have gotten lost in translation, because she did not anticipate Kara reacting like this.
Not that she's opposed.
Not at all.
Quite the opposite actually.
She's pretty sure she's never been this turned on in her life.
It all starts when she's browsing online, doing a little late night shopping while she waits on Kara to get back from saving the world. She was aware that there was Supergirl . . . paraphernalia out there. She had offered to put a cease and desist on the companies that were profiting from the House of El crest, but Kara had resisted.
"The people need someone to look up too, and that symbol is a symbol of hope. They should be able to look at it and wear it. Stronger together."
There's something just so . . . Kara about it all. About adopting all of these people into her 'family' - a family that no doubt Kara thought died on Krypton.
So Lena acquiesces, instead talking Kara into at least demanding that a portion of the proceeds go to charity. Kara's eyes light up at the thought, and she spends hours pouring over charity reports until she finds one that she deems worthy -one that is no doubt flooded with donations as it unwittingly becomes the 'Supergirl charity' and earns National City's favorite alien as the face of their donation page.
Still, other than the legal aspect, she's never really looked into Supergirl swag. There's a lot of it out there, decals to t-shirts, to coffee mugs to miniature Supergirl costumes so that every little girl can be there favorite superhero for Halloween.
She's 12 pages deep in the Supergirl section when she finds them, a little blue swath of cloth with the red and gold 'S' on the back.
Supergirl underwear.
She barks a laugh, because honestly, Kara should see these.
And then she quits laughing because she realizes Kara should see these. On Lena.
It'll be a cute little joke, and maybe Kara will be a little extra attentive because she'll find it adorable that Lena has her House Crest plastered on her ass. It'll be funny, and maybe a little hot; and she laughs to herself as she adds them to her cart and moves to the checkout - purchasing it under a fake name and address that she keeps handy for her more . . . sensitive purchases.
If the world ever finds out that Lena Luthor has a Supergirl kink, things could get a little unpleasant for everyone, not to mention the risk it would pose to Kara's secret identity.
Five to six business days later, she goes down to the Post Office to check her PO box, grinning when she sees the nondescript little package.
She forces herself to wait until she gets home to open it, but as soon as her apartment door is closed, she rips into the package. She laughs a little maniacally as she pulls the panties out and runs her finger over the glittery 'S'. This will do just fine.
It's incredibly difficult, not to just call Kara over right then and there, to be laid out on the bed with a 'look what I got' smile.
But Lena is nothing if not a woman of patience and she most certainly has a flair for the dramatic, so she puts it off until that night, when Kara will be over for movie night.
They used to split it, sometimes at Kara's apartment, and sometimes at hers; but after an unfortunate little incident that involved the Super friends walking in on them making out on Kara's couch, they've taken to spending more night's at Lena's. It's entirely too early in the relationship for them to moving in together, but Lena can't help but feel a little flutter in her heart when she thinks about the second drawer in her armoire, specially reserved for Kara.
Her eyes trace back over the underwear as she remembers the wedding robes that Alura had shown her from their archives. She thinks about how the upper House symbol is etched into the material right over the heart, and her breath catches in her throat. This is far different, and they aren't ready for marriage, not yet; but she still shivers just a little - maybe someday. But for today, the little bikini bottom will have to do, and she laughs giddily when she thinks about how amused Kara will find it all.
Kara is not amused.
She waits for the perfect timing; dinner is over and some cheesy romantic comedy that Kara picked is flashing across the television. It's warm under the blankets, with Kara's Kryptonian body heat, and she figures that's as good of an excuse as any.
She rises gently from the couch and hears Kara pause the movie. Once she's sure that her girlfriend's eyes are firmly planted on her backside (like they so often are)- she slides her sweatpants down her legs, lingering with her ass in the air as she works the material down her legs.
"Lena."
Kara's voice is stiff.
"Yes?" She attempts to sound flirty, even though her heart is slowly sinking.
"What are you wearing?"
"Oh, these?" She glances over her shoulder at her girlfriend to see her jawline clenched, body practically vibrating with tension as her eyes linger on Lena's ass.
The flirtation dies in her throat.
"Just. . . something I found online."
Kara's eyes are darker than Lena has ever seen them, and dread settles in her stomach as Kara's nostrils flare.
"That's the House of El crest."
"I'm aware."
"You're wearing the House of El crest."
Lena turns fully to face Kara and the reporter's eyes snap up to lock on to hers.
She can't help but feel a little miffed. This is not going the way she planned.
"Lot's of people wear your crest all the time and you don't have a problem with it."
"Other people aren't you."
There it is, Lena thinks. Her last name coming back to haunt her. She had hope they were past that, but of course Kara has a problem with a Luthor wearing her crest - that a Luthor would ever consider the possibility of joining the House of El-
"Other people are just random people, but you -you're - you're -"
"A Luthor." It's barely a whisper, and tears spring to her eyes as she says it.
Kara's brow furrows in confusion.
"You're Lena! And other people - but you, you have the potential; and - and I've thought, but I've never seen - oh, Rao!" A fluttering hand passes over her girlfriend's face, and she feels a surge of pity. Whatever is going on in Kara's head certainly has her flustered.
"Talk it out." She whispers gently, settling a hand on the superhero's back.
Kara's fingers flutter to adjust glasses that aren't there before she takes a shuddering breath.
"Do you know how many times I've thought, no dreamed, about you wearing my crest?"
She feels the block of ice that's settled in her stomach slowly begin to melt and she shakes her head.
"Way too often. And I know it's wrong because you probably don't understand what it means and it's way too early to even think-"
"I know what it means." She whispers softly. "I know that if we were to ever get married I would wear the House of El crest over my heart. That I would become a member of the noble House of El."
She hears Kara whine in the back of her throat, and blue eyes trace over her face, lingering on her lips.
"I've never felt like this before."
"Like what?" All of her trepidation from earlier is gone, replaced with a fluttering sort of want.
"Like I want to claim you." Kara looks almost embarrassed by the words, even as they send a heat between Lena's thighs.
"And I know that I shouldn't, because you can't claim people but I just-" Her words peter out into a groan and Lena laughs as realization dawns.
"You're confused because you want me to be yours and you feel guilty?"
Kara nods slowly, looking ever so remorseful.
Lena hums, leaning forward to brush her lips against the Kryptonian's ear.
"I'm yours, sweetheart." Kara whines again. "Claim me all you want."
"Lena. . ."
"I'm yours." She repeats, and she feels Kara shudder. "Show me how that makes you feel."
Before she can blink, she's on her back, Kara's weight settled between her legs and Kara's lips on hers. The tongue that's on hers is demanding and searching, and normally Kara's kisses are soft and gentle and they make Lena melt; but today they take and take and Lena feels a fire ignite in her belly.
"Is this okay?" Kara whispers breathlessly.
"Yes."
"Tell me if it's not?"
"Yes, I'll stop you if it's too much - just let go."
She tries to tug Kara back down, but her girlfriend has other plans, and she's soon being tugged up from the couch.
"Bedroom. Now."
She shivers at the authority in Kara's voice, and she practically runs down the hall to the bedroom. She's barely inside before Kara slams her against the now closed door, hand cradling her head protectively.
"Can I mark you?"
"Please." Lena chokes out, and Kara's lips latch on to her neck. Light kisses at first and then there's a sharp bite and her legs melt - Kara's weight against her the only thing holding her up.
She buries her fingers in blonde locks, tugging as hard as she can. She knows it doesn't hurt Kara, knows that the superhero can barely feel it; but she needs something to ground herself.
The lips move lower, over her collar bone, and for a moment her shirt is in the way but Kara rips it easily; the shreds of material scattering around their feet. Not so gentle hands come up to her breasts, tugging and pulling, and she thinks for a moment that she may orgasm just from foreplay alone but then Kara is lifting her, strong hands spreading her thighs and wrapping her legs around a slender waist.
"Kara, please."
Teeth sink into the tender skin of her chest and she cries out, hips bucking and then slamming back into the wall as Kara pushes against her tighter.
The hands under thighs have migrated, and she can feel fingers dancing at the edge of her underwear. She's afraid for a moment that Kara might rip them (they've quickly become her favorite pair), but then the fingers are brushing the underwear aside and slipping into her heat without warning.
"Ka-Kara." Her chest is heaving, and she can't suck in enough oxygen, can't pull Kara close enough.
The fingers inside of her twist, and somehow Kara's thumb brushes her clit. She cries out, can't stop herself if she wanted to; and she pushes up on Kara's shoulders, trying desperately to ride the fingers inside of her.
Her girlfriend must sense her desperation, because within moments she's on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as Kara shimmies the panties from her hips.
"Save these." is the demand, and then they're tossed across the room as Kara lowers herself to trail kisses along Lena's stomach and hips.
"You're so beautiful." She whispers reverently and Lena shivers as the breath dances across her skin.
"I'm yours."
Kara whines again, a primal sort of sound that makes Lena even wetter than she already is.
Insistent lips settle on her clit and fingers seem to fill every inch as they curl inside of her. Kara is moving almost too fast for her to keep up, but she doesn't care, her entire being turned into a needy mess.
She whimpers as Kara hits just the right spot. The hand that doesn't have fingers buried inside of her makes it's way up her torso, pausing at each breast to trace the nipple and give it a sharp tug. It inches higher, past her collar bone until it's curled around the base of her neck, fingers dancing along her pulse point. There's no real pressure behind it, just enough to let her know it's there.
She can feel herself teetering, just on the edge of release.
"Don't stop." She chokes out desperately and Kara's fingers clench ever so slightly- the ones inside of her and the ones around her neck- and it reminds her of white water rafting, the way her body cascades into an orgasm; hips jerking of their own accord. She eventually comes back to herself, Kara's fingers slowing inside of her until they slip out, and she groans at the loss of contact. Kara braces herself on the bed and hovers over her, soft lips working their way up her body until their lips meet once again in a searing kiss and she can taste herself on Kara's tongue.
"Was that okay?"
She wants to scoff, wants to demand how that could have possibly been anything other than okay; but instead she flips them, silencing Kara's insecurities with her lips before pulling back to look into bright blue eyes.
"My turn."
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