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“Can I get you guys a drink?” You ask, then smile as your eyes land on Kara again. Clark feels his broad shoulders slump slightly in disappointment as he spots what seems to be a flirtatious twinkle in your eyes as you lean forward on the counter, lips quirking up into a smile. “Let me guess your drink of choice.” Clark swallows thickly as you hum, a hand coming up to play with your thick shiny earring.

“Actually, let me keep you both guessing. If you don’t like it, it’s on me.” Clark perks up at the at the sound of the word ‘both’, and he can’t help but smile shyly when you trail your eyes over to meet his. “Now sit down, we can barely talk if you’re both standing so tall.”

The second you turn around to reach for glasses, Kara turns to Clark, announcing “Dibs.”

Clark feels the blood drain from his face and he stammers in an attempt to find his words before finally landing on “You can’t just ‘dibs’ a real person! She might not even like women.” Kara grins with a low chuckle, sitting on the stool in front of the bar. Clark begrudgingly follows her movements, eyes widening slightly when you immediately settle a glass in front of him. You keep your eyes on him as you continue working on Kara’s drink, smirking when he takes a small sip of the drink and his eyebrows quirk up in pleasant surprise.

“Like it?” Clark nods, humming sweetly, but he blinks quickly when you hand Kara a tall, colourful drink with a thin straw. Kara lifts her eyes up to meet yours as she sips the drink, and you giggle when she slowly nods her head in approval. “Delicious.” Is all she says, and you shrug your shoulder lightly to brush off the compliment.

“Good, because you guys are my last customers of the night, and I hate to disappoint.” Kara straightens up, nudging Clark’s knee with her own as she says “Well, might as well have a drink with us now that your shift’s over.”

“I’m afraid drinks don’t do much for me here, but I don’t mind the company.”

Clark frowns at your words, staring into the bottom of his empty glass. Before he can speak though, Kara is asking “What is that, some kind of alien blood feature?”

“Kryptonian, in fact. I can’t get drunk under a yellow sun.” Clark and Kara straighten up at the same time — a movement you immediately catch. You take a conscious step back at their reaction, biting your bottom lip when they glance towards each other. “Is that what’s up with you guys?” You ask, unsure what you’re even getting at. Kara nods, pointing towards her and Clark, mumbling “Kyrptonians. We’re cousins.”

“Kryptonian cousins. That’s odd, I never even expected to meet a kryptonian, let alone two.”

“So which one would you choose?” Asks Kara with a wide grin, nodding towards Clark, who is frozen in place, cheeks reddening. You chuckle at the two of them, glimpsing to the side, where the next bartender is taking place behind the bar. You pat a hand on his shoulder as you walk past him, disappearing into the back for a long moment. “You scared her. Dibs aren’t yours.” Clark mutters, and Kara pushes herself off the stool, leaning close to Clark as she asks “If she chooses me, will you let me take her back to the ship?”

Clark frowns, settling his glass onto the bar as he retorts “Why can’t you just go to hers?” Kara grins, pointing a finger right at Clark’s face. “So you agree? She’s definitely going to choose me?”

“Kara, the sun hasn’t even set, are you really going to leave me already?” Kara chews on her bottom lip, shaking her head as she sits deeper into the stool. She made a promise to her cousin, and even though she’s sure he’d let her break it for a fellow kryptonian, it is in fact too soon to ditch Clark. They haven’t even been on this planet for an hour. So she chugs her drink fully knowing it won’t do anything for her, and pats a strong hand on Clark’s back. He smiles cheekily at her, nodding his head towards the club’s exit. “Come on, how often do you get to have a romantic escapade with a kryptonian? I’ll just go back to the ship and get some early sleep.”

Kara’s eyebrows pinch together confusedly, mouth dipping open to ask a question, but you’re already reappearing through the staff door and licking your lips at the sight of Kara. She gulps thickly, then shoots what she hopes comes off as an apologetic yet thankful glance towards her cousin as you come around the back of the bar, a hand gently wrapping around Kara’s wrist.

The keen blonde waits until you’ve led her outside the club before pushing you up against the wall, face already approaching yours so she can catch your lips, but you quickly settle your fingertips on her chin, mumbling “Eager. How about I take you to mine before you kiss me?”

You’re quickly shown by Kara that she’s a great kisser, all of your clothes having been shed by your door, your body left with insatiable kisses all over it down to your very core. She’s left with all her clothes on despite your tugging hands, face drowned between your thighs with your knees folded up over her shoulders as she lays on her stomach on your bed, tongue quickly working at your cunt. There’s something different about this too, Kara quickly notes, moaning into your pussy as her fingers dig into your thighs. It’s not just the way the bucking of your hips into her face has more force than anyone else she’s been with, but the taste of your cunt is absolutely divine, and she just can’t get enough.

A loud groan sounds through the room when you harshly pull at Kara’s hair, forcing her head back as you cry out beneath her. She huffs, securing her arms tighter around your thighs and pulling your body lower onto the bed. You gasp loudly as your back slides down the wall you’ve been leaning on, landing you atop more pillows as Kara shakes her head between your legs to ease her tongue as deep inside you as possible, her nose nudging at your clit before her entire head is moving upwards so she can lick up your pussy.

“Taste so good.” Kara mutters before hiding her face from you again. One of her hands abandons your thighs to snake up your body, eagerly groping your breast once it lands there, and you whine loudly, back arching off the mess of mattress and pillows when Kara tweaks your nipple between her fingers. That same hand quickly retreats south to spread your lips open so Kara can drink up your sweet ambrosia — a gift she is sure has been sent from Rao himself. “Kara, gonna cum.” You moan shyly, cheeks impossibly hotter than the rest of your body, and you feel your breath hitch when she glances up at you with admiring eyes. Her tongue flicks at your clit playfully, causing your entire body to jolt, and she chuckles into your pussy when your eyes shut tightly, face morphing into one of indescribable pleasure.

The girl in front of you keeps up the movements of her tongue, pride swelling in her chest at the realisation that she’s about to make you cum with nothing but her mouth on you. When you finally go still in Kara’s arms, a loud gasp taking your breath away and rendering you silent, Kara replaces her greedy suckling with gentle kisses all over your pussy and thighs, hands gently caressing you where she holds you as your chest heaves with deep breaths. She notices the nearly bruising indents of her fingertips on your skin, but presses kisses there too as she climbs up your body to capture your lips with hers. You moan as you wrap your arms around Kara’s waist, your lips kind against hers as you softly return her kisses. Even though your mark is all over her mouth, you still let Kara slide her tongue against yours, and you even bring a hand up to snake into her hair, caressing her like she’s yours.

Kara laughs softly when she pulls away from the kiss, watching your every move. You run your eyes down her body, bringing your hands down to the hem of her t-shirt before gently pulling it up her torso. She raises her arms to let you rid her of the clothing item, eyes widening when you sit up a little to reach your hands behind her back, unclasping her bra. Even though she’s caught on to your movements, Kara holds her breath when you begin unbuttoning her jeans, rolling them down her legs as much as possible. She stands to take them off completely, and you follow her up to hook your fingers into the fabric of her panties, dragging them down her legs.

Your eyes catch onto the wet spot in the fabric as you discard them, wrapping your arms around Kara’s waist. She smiles at you softly, hands settling on your waist before trailing onto your behind and pulling you closer to her so your bare chests become pressed together. You hum in amusement, turning Kara around so her back is turned to your bed, then push her down onto the mattress so you can immediately climb onto her, straddling her waist. Kara’s grin is wide as she presses your hips down onto her body, feeling your soaked centre brushing her abdomen.

“What do you plan on doing to me?” Kara teases, face flushing hotly when you reply “Too many things I don’t have time describing to you right now.”

“Yeah, think you can handle that much?” She mumbles, humming when you lean down to press your lips against hers, whispering “I think you’re forgetting you’re not the only one with kryptonian stamina on this bed.”

Kara swallows thickly, hands unconsciously tightening on your hips at your retort, and she’s suddenly thanking everyone there is to thank that Clark didn’t put up a fight for you, because she is definitely not getting rid of you any time soon.

When you don’t get a response from her, you chew nervously on your bottom lip, concluding that you’ve finally annoyed her like your past situationships so often got on your nerves. You jump slightly when your doorknob rattles, followed by a familiar voice calling out “Let me in.”

You grin widely at Tashi’s voice, carefully wiping it off your face before opening the door to welcome her into your room. She scans the room as you lock the door behind her, and she stops by your desk chair to run a hand over your newly dried cheer uniform. When she turns around, she finds you back on your mattress, laying back against your pillows, and Tashi lets out an amused scoff as she climbs onto your bed. She settles herself on her knees between your spread legs, a glint in her eyes as she catches a glimpse of the wetness shining across your inner thighs, proof of your attempts at pleasure.

Tashi reaches for the end of her hoodie, quickly pulling it over her head and tossing it on your floor to join the pair of shorts you threw off long ago, leaving her in a tight sports bra you doubt can be comfortable for a late night lounging session. “None of your little fans want to complete this task for you?” Tashi asks a little too solemnly to be joking as she leans down, securing one arm around your thigh, the other one drawing ticklish shapes on the exposed skin just above your underwear.

“All of my little fans are blocked.” You mumble, and Tashi’s eyebrows lift up in surprise, demanding “Let me see.” You swallow thickly at her question, straightening up a little. You can’t tell if she’s being serious or not, but she watches you intently, so you pat the mattress beside you until one of your hands grazes your phone. You unlock it with almost shaky hands, and Tashi smiles smugly, leaning down to press a single kiss to your thigh, causing your breath to hitch slightly in your chest.

She reaches out to take your phone from you when you turn it towards her, and she opens each individual contact, thoroughly scanning the list of messages you’ve received that have been left unanswered. “These people aren’t blocked, they’re just restricted.” Tashi comments, feeling you sink further into your mattress as you shrug, telling her “Same thing.”

Tashi glances up at you with an amused expression. “You just can’t resist the attention. You love the validation you get from these people - who’s Jenny and why does she ‘miss you so much baby, please answer my calls’.” You lick your lips, blinking quickly as you easily identify jealousy on Tashi’s face. “Is the attention you get from me not enough?” She asks, trying to tease you, though her tone of voice quavers slightly to expose insecurity.

“You don’t give me any attention.” You argue, reaching up to play with your hair. Tashi straightens up from between your legs, a hand coming up to pull the strap of your tank top away from your skin, letting it fall down your shoulder. “Yeah, what do you call this, then?” She asks, pointedly glimpsing down to where she’s kneeling between your legs. You shrug in a brat-like manner, excitement coiling in your stomach at the prospect of Tashi becoming desperate for your attention. “I mean all you do is make me cum, but then you never speak to me in the daytime. You should all the girls who are practically begging for my attention - it’s constant.” You groan in mock annoyance, hoping Tashi falls for the bait.

“I speak to you in the daytime.” Tashi says, furrowing her eyebrows. “Yeah, only when you want to make out in the locker room.”

“What so these other girls all think you’re just up for grabs?” Tashi scoffs, observing you closely. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go — everyone was supposed to think you were Tashi’s, and she’s be the nonchalant uncommitted one. Or are you just playing a game with her? Tashi frowns deeply when you shrug your shoulders lightly, staring at all the posters on your wall, and she grabs your face, turning it sharply to make you look at her. “Answer my question.”

You lick your lips, shifting slightly beneath her as a sharp throb hits you between your legs. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, someone asked me out this morning after practice, so I guess so.” Tashi scans your body language, pressing both her hands into the dip of your waist and dragging them down your body until she can hook her fingers into the band of your panties. “And what did you say?” She questions as she pulls your underwear down, eyes lighting up when the fabric sticks to your centre for a moment before tearing away from you, a wet patch standing out in them. “I said I’m in a complicated situation right now.”

Tashi breathes out a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “Am I not?” You ask, voice suddenly quiet. When Tashi doesn’t answer, you huff, adding “Well, she gave me her instagram and told me to text her if it gets too complicated for me, so-”

“She did what? And you took it!?” You inhale deeply, nodding your head. Tashi holds her hand out for you to give her your phone, and you hesitant to hand it over to her. Suddenly, what seemed to be a fun little conversation seems a lot scarier. “What’s her name?” Tashi demands, and your mind goes blank as you stammer “I… I don’t know.”

The girl looming over you throws a leg over each side of you so she can straddle your waist, letting her entire weight sit on you. She investigates for a moment, and all you can do is stare at her as she sorts your instagram following to most recent, pressing on the profile that followed you most recently. She can already see that you haven’t followed her back, but it’s enough that the girl’s entire posts are of her in her track and field uniform at countless events and photoshoots, and that there’s a rainbow in her bio.

“You’d let her fuck you?” Tashi asks, clicking on the most recent photo of her and turning the phone towards you. You freeze. “Every girl who does track is a slut, you’d really get with her?” You shake your head helplessly, muttering “I didn’t follow her back, Tashi.”

Tashi immediately softens at your word, even if it’s against her own will. She brings a hand to your face, cupping your jaw, and leans down to press a slow kiss to your lips. The quiet whine you let out is music to Tashi’s ears and she tries not to smile into the kiss when you hook a hand around the nap of her neck, keeping her there against you. “I’m gonna show you who you belong to,” Tashi starts with a low voice, and you instantly bring your thighs together to squeeze them harshly, trying to bring yourself any ounce of friction. “and tomorrow, if anyone asks you out, you won’t tell them you’re in a ‘complicated situation’, you’ll tell them you have a girlfriend. You got it?”

You nod eagerly, eyes wide, and Tashi mumbles “You know better than not giving me a verbal response.”

“I got it.” Tashi hums approvingly, reconnecting her lips to yours as she begins working on finally getting you that orgasm you’ve been fighting so hard for.

And the next morning when you’re in the middle of practice, you can’t help but smile knowingly as Tashi walks across the gymnasium to meet you as your team breaks for water, holding your water bottle in hand. You hadn’t seen her take it from your room last night, but the second you see her with it, it makes complete sense to you that she was the reason you couldn’t find it this morning. “Hey baby,” she greets loudly enough to attract a few pairs of eyes. “I accidentally took your bottle on the way out of your room this morning. Filled it up for you though.”

She meets your eyes with an evil glint in hers as she passes you the bottle, her arms wrapping around your waist and pressing into your back as you take a greedy sip of water. She tells you to slow down so you don’t feel sick during the rest of your practice, and you hum as you finally recognise that she’s in her tennis clothes. “Did you already train?” You ask, but Tashi shakes her head. It makes you smile in amazement as you piece together that she’s come here in her sports clothes so the other student athletes recognise her better. She wants them to know exactly who she is and exactly what she’s doing with her.

“I have practice in an hour.” She says, and you laugh breathily, shaking your head. One of her hands slide to your waist so she can squeeze it teasingly, and she nods her head over to where the rest of your teammates have gathered to resume practice. “Come watch?” She asks, settling down into a chair. You nod as you walk way, and Tashi crosses on leg over the other, looking over to the side and frowning when she sees that some students have gathered to watch the cheer practice after finishing their own sports. One of them catches her eye and leans forward in their chair, calling out loudly “It’s nice to finally meet the girlfriend, you know? Every time someone has tried asking her out for the past two months, she’s said she has a girlfriend. Almost didn’t believe it, but to think Tashi Duncan was the girlfriend all along? Crazy.”

Tashi chuckles at the revelation, glancing at you for a short moment as you rehearse the choreography before she says “We were keeping things a little private. You know how bad the relationship drama is between sports groups.”

The student leans back, nodding to himself. “Yeah, I mean especially when you’re so involved. I mean, I practically get all my sports gossip from her, so I can imagine why you guys would want to avoid it.” Tashi wipes a hand across her face as she nods, turning to settle her gaze on you. All it took was two lines worth of conversation with someone and she already has a dozen questions to ask you.