kitty

“you really want that, don't you?” kara whispered near your face, her strap sliding in and out your cunt, and she swears she can feel your gummy walls gripping her length. she watches you nodding intensely, the pleasure already overwhelming you. “yes, yes yes yes yes yes. please baby.”

she rests her forehead against yours as she holds your face with her hand. she was repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, making you dig your nails on her back. “god, you're nasty.”

hesitantly, you feel a weak slap on the side of your face, the same side kara was caressing five seconds ago. you know she's holding back, and you'd think it's sweet that she's worried about hurting you if you weren't desperate to cum.

“fuck kara, i'm not made of glass.” the small crack in your voice sounded like you were about to cry from frustration, and she doesn't know if it worries her or if it makes her even more wet. “gee you can't do shit, can-”

this time you feel an actual slap on your face. one that stings, one that makes a tear roll down your eye. and before you know it, you feel a hand squeezing your neck— not hard enough to completely suffocate you, but also enough to feel the strong grip kara has.

loud moans escape from your lips, nails digging into the skin of her butt and drool running down your mouth. kara stays silent at first, looking at your reaction with wide eyes and a big smile on her face. “oh god. you're so into it.” she leans closer to kiss you, muffling her own moans. “can't believe i'm with someone so weird.” she mumbles between kisses, hand moving to give you a hard slap on the side of your ass.

her thrusts get messier, rougher, her grip on your neck slightly tightening. she can feel you're getting close— she already memorized how fast your heartbeat is when you're about to cum, how loud your moans get and how you hold onto her like your life depends on it.

the hand on your neck moves to grabs your face and holds it, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek as she ruins your poor cunt. “cmon lovebug, show me how much you love when daddy treats you like a damn whore.”

and that was enough for you. the strongest orgasm you ever had hits you instantly, nails scratching kara's skin as you bury your face on the crook of her neck. it takes you a while to finally let go of her and fully lay your body on the bed.

she gently slides the strap out your pussy before leaning down to check on you, brushing the hair sticking on your sweaty forehead.

“are you ok baby? did i hurt you? did you like it?” her concern warms your heart, your hands pulling kara to lay her head on your chest, and she immediately obliged. you wrapped your arms around her shoulders and placed a kiss on her head.

“i'm good. you were perfect.” you whisper against her scalp, throwing your leg on top of hers. relief washes over kara, and she finally allows herself to snuggle against you and bury her face on your collarbone.

“i wonder if you have any other kinky stuff going inside your head.” she mumbles against your skin, earning a chuckle from you. “i do, but i'll keep it as a secret for now.” “ugh.”

kara who has a really hard time finding a job. well, the problem isn't finding a job, the problem is staying at the job. sometimes she feels like she doesn't fit in, that she can't handle doing “normal human” stuff.

by the time she gets home, she couldn't be more relieved to see that you got home earlier than her, seeing your figure sitting on the couch and greeting her. she doesn't even reply, she just takes her shoes off and gets closer to lay her head between your thighs. she kisses your skin as she mumbles about how annoying her day was, letting a groan out when she feels your nails scratching her head.

sometimes it ends up with her burying her face in your pussy and wrapping her lips around your clit, but usually you just allow her to take a nap on you, kara holding your leg and snoring as you watch something on the tv. ♡

she likes to lay her head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat. she doesn't need to do that to hear it but she likes to! 😊

she will happily hold your stuff and follow you around when you're shopping if you let her in the dressing room, sitting on a little bench as she watches you try everything you got and ask her if you look good— like she isn't looking at your with heart-shaped eyes.

“you're just saying that because you're my girlfriend.” you complain after kara said you looked stunning for the third time in a row. she rolls her eyes and pulls you closer by the back of your knees— she wraps her arms around your thighs and looks up at you with a smirk. “no, you just look good in everything.” she placed a kiss on your belly, making your heart flutter. “also, i never lie to you.” and, as much as you hated to admit it, she was absolutely right.

she's terrified of fighting near the area you live/work, afraid of you getting hurt or worse. and whenever that happens she ignores anyone who tries to talk to her and rushes to find you, either going to your apartment or flying outside the building you work at and looking through the windows until she finds you. she only gets to rest when she sees you alive and well.

she gets pissed when she finds out krypto behaves like a normal dog around you. it's like he knows you're more fragile than her or clark, so he never jumps over your head or flies around your apartment breaking everything. she almost gets mad at him for all the times he broke her stuff and stepped on her when she was laying down.

the first time she told you she loves you was when she thought you were sleeping. you just looked so sweet resting on her chest and holding her hand with your eyes closed. she never thought she'd experience something like that again— the feeling of belonging somewhere and not wanting to run away.

“god.” she mumbles to herself, running her hand through your hair and kissing your forehead. “i just realized i actually i love you.”

but her heart stopped for a second when she noticed your heartbeat increasing, like you actually heard what she said.

she freezes when she hears you sleepily mumbling something that sounded a lot like “love you too.”

she loves having your fingers inside her mouth. it doesn't matter if she's fingering you or if she's being filled by your strap, she'll always grab your hand and suck on two of your fingers. it just makes sex 2x better for her!

when you cried during sex for the first time she was so worried, she held your face and asked if she was hurting you ☹️☹️ but when you told her it was because she felt too good, something clicked inside her head. the concerned expression on her face was quickly replaced by a smug smirk.

“oh, really??” she leans down to kiss your neck as she slides her red strap inside you again, getting a whimper from you. “can't believe i'm that great.”