From the outside, the Danvers-Luthor house was the epitome of perfection; modern architecture, huge windows, perfectly selected designer furniture. But within those walls, a dangerous and addictive game was being played, a cycle of provocation and correction that they both understood without words.
Lena had spent her life building empires, controlling every tiny detail of her environment. But at home, with Kara, she found something she had never had before: the absolute pleasure of surrendering to chaos.
It wasn't that she liked the destruction for its own sake, but that she was fascinated by the control Kara exerted afterwards. Every broken vase, every splintered piece of furniture, every smashed car was just a way to get her attention. Because in the end, Lena never broke anything of real significance. Never a picture, never a ring, never something Kara truly loved. Just things that could be replaced, because the only thing irreplaceable was the look Kara gave her when it was time to be corrected.
And Kara knew it. She knew Lena was naughty, that she loved to provoke her, that she enjoyed seeing how far she could go before Kara slowed her down. But Kara never got angry. She just looked at her with that devastating calm, as if she always knew that the outcome would be the same. That in the end, Lena would end up exactly where she wanted to be: subdued, trembling, completely hers.
Well fucked by her beloved Kryptonian, the Champion of Earth who changed completely to prove her dominance over the young and irascible Luthor, who had stolen her heart. Kara Danvers, the sweet girl everyone knew ceased to exist when Lena needed her Daddy's attentions. Her Dom. Her cruel but fair Sweet Wife. Only Lena managed to bring out that damned dark side of the Last Daughter of Krypton. A side that had made Lena fall in love again just like the pure, honest and heroic side they all knew of the blonde reporter.
The one that complies with the twisted whims of the younger Luthor.
Lena was never one to give up control easily. From a young age, she learned that the only way to survive in her world was to maintain an impeccable image, an unbreakable will and a razor-sharp intelligence. But with Kara... with her wife, her wonderful, sexy, domineering wife, the rules changed.
Every time she broke something, every time she gave into that destructive desire that burned inside her, she knew exactly what would happen. Kara would set her right. Kara would make her hers, with strength, with hunger, with the natural authority that Lena so longed to see in someone stronger than her. And that was the perfect balance.
It didn't matter how high she climbed in her career, how many times she made decisions that affected thousands of people, how many deals she closed with her sharp eyes and dangerous smile. At home, in Kara's arms, she didn't have to be any of that. She could be naughty, she could be a tease, she could surrender. Because she knew Kara would always put her in her place.
And every punishment, every time she was dragged to bed, every time Kara devoured her as if she were hers by right -because she was- just strengthened that bond. A perfect balance between chaos and discipline.
Lena didn't need Kara to control her. But God, how she loved it when she did. How much she loved the feeling of being taken without reservation, of losing herself in her wife's pleasure and absolute dominance. Kara was the only person in her life who never flinched at her tantrums, who never let herself be manipulated, always unfazed by the situations involving Lena's whims. Every time Lena tested the limits; Kara reminded her of them in the most delicious way possible. It was a dangerous game, a dance between rebellion and surrender. And Lena wouldn't change any of it.
Kara came home and knew immediately. She didn't need her superhearing to pick up the sound of glass breaking or her X-ray vision to see the mess inside. A metallic smell permeated the air, the garage was wide open, and there, in the center of the scene, Lena held a hammer in both hands. Kara's truck, the red Range Rover, lay reduced to a jumble of metal and glass, the hood caved in, the windows shattered.
Lena turned slowly toward her, red-painted lips curving into a feline smile.
"Really, Lena?" Kara sighed, rolling up the sleeves of her white shirt.
Lena tilted her head to one side, green eyes alight, sweat beading on her forehead. Her chest rose and fell with the accelerated rhythm of adrenaline.
"It wasn't my fault" Lena replied in a velvety voice, twirling the hammer between her fingers. It was an imposing image. Lena Luthor in her designer dress, makeup smeared with sweat, hair down and especially the fucking black custom WEDO Fäustel hammer. "I missed you."
Kara felt the heat pulsing in her veins, that thick heat that was mixed with something much more primal. Her steps were firm as she closed the distance between them and before Lena could let out another provocation, Kara grabbed her by the waist and lifted her as if she weighed nothing, because to the Kryptonean she didn't.
Lena gasped releasing the blunt object in her hands giving her access to Kara's shoulders. She put up no resistance when her back hit the door. In the micro second Lena processed what had happened she was already being kissed passionately by the blonde. Kara then dragged her inside the house without letting her go, Lena with an iron grip on her wife's shoulders, feeling completely the other woman's hard member against her hips.
"You're impossible." Kara growled against her ear, making her shiver.
Lena laughed cheekily, intertwining her hands around Kara's neck.
"And what are you going to do about it?"
Kara wasted no time with answers. She pushed her against the hallway wall, trapping her wrists above her head with one hand. Lena tried to move, but Kara's firm pressure pinned her down. Her breath hitched as Kara slid her other hand up her bare thigh, pulling up the tight skirt of the dress until her fingers found the warmth of her vagina.
"You like destroying things, don't you?" murmured Kara against her ear, her hot breath ruffling her skin.
"I love it..." whispered Lena with a moan, arching against her.
Kara needed no further provocation. Her lips caught Lena's in a fierce kiss, biting and tasting, as her hands pulled down the zipper of her dress, pushing the fabric down her shoulders until it fell to the floor in a pool of black silk. She also took it upon herself to take off her own clothes with super speed.
She spun her around in one purposeful motion, bending her over the solid wood of the dining room table. Lena gasped as her bare breasts touched the cool surface, but she didn't have time to react before Kara grabbed her by the hips, sliding a hand between her thighs with torturous slowness.
"You like to make me angry..." whispered Kara, sliding her lips down Lena's back. "But remember, my love, I always have the last word."
Lena barely managed a laugh before Kara made her moan as she penetrated her with her without protection. Her wife used enough force that her screams mingled with the echo of the destruction she had left in the garage.
Lena knew she needed no preparation, no foreplay, the mere thought of the mess she made with Kara's truck was enough to get her ready and she already knew how her beautiful wife would retaliate.
Kara wasted no time. Her breath was hot against Lena's skin, her lips left a burning trail along her bare back as her hands clutched tightly to her hips as she moved in and out in a rhythmic fashion.
The blonde was aroused as she felt Lena's hot pussy receive her. As always perfectly wet and tight, just for her. Lena's moans mixed with her animalistic grunts was the most wonderful thing Kara has ever experienced in her life and she thanks Rao every day that she wakes up every day in the company of her wonderful and intelligent wife.
"You always have to challenge me, don't you?" The blonde muttered, her tone low, dangerous, brimming with something dark and possessive. She was still going on with her thrusts.
"Always" gasped Lena, looking over her shoulder, her eyes shining with the same amount of defiance and desire.
Kara smiled arrogantly before holding her tighter, forcing her to lean fully against the table as she increased the force of her thrusts to the rhythm she knew Lena loved. Lena felt the cool wood against her bare chest, but the sensation was overshadowed by the warmth of Kara's body behind her.
"I'm going to make you regret every shattered glass, every broken window and twisted metal." whispered Kara against her ear before bringing her hand down and vibrating it with super speed over Lena's clit.
Lena let out a gasp, her nails clawing at the surface of the table as Kara's intensity slammed through her. She really gave her no respite. Her movements were hard, precise, demanding her complete surrender.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Kara growled, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to look at her.
"Yes..." Lena could barely talk between gasps and ragged moans.
Each thrust made the table creak under their weight, each brush of skin against skin further igniting the fire that burned between them. Lena could feel the sheer dominance in Kara's every move, her massive strength holding back just enough to push her over the edge without destroying her.
The sound of ragged breathing, gasps and the crash of their bodies filled the room. Kara leaned her body over Lena, her lips trapped her neck, kissing it, biting down until she left marks that would give away what had just happened there for quite some time. Kara loved to leave marks on her wife's pale skin.
"Mine!" growled Kara against her skin, unloading her seed inside her wife, causing Lena to tense up with a choked cry.
The pleasure consumed her completely, a searing fire that had her arching against Kara's body, shuddering uncontrollably. Lena always came after the blonde's orgasm.
Kara held her, letting her catch her breath as her mouth drew a lazy trail of kisses over her back. When Lena was finally able to move, she turned around. Kara grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly at her.
"Next time you want to provoke me, sweetheart..." Kara whispered, her gaze dark and dangerous, but full of love. "Make sure you're ready to take the consequences."
Lena smiled, still panting, desire shining in her eyes.
"That's what I like best, Daddy."
....
The business dinner was going on smoothly. The upscale restaurant reflected Lena Luthor's power and influence. Her associates listened attentively, impressed with her surgical precision in talking numbers and strategy. Everything was under control... until Kara, without thinking too much, interrupted her and contradicted a key point in front of everyone.
The silence was immediate. Lena slowly turned her head toward her, her green eyes glinting with something dangerous in the dim light of the place.
She said nothing. She just picked up her glass of red wine and, with calculated slowness, tipped it, pouring the liquid over Kara's spotless white shirt.
The fabric absorbed the drink immediately, the deep red spreading like a sin stain across her chest. Kara looked at the mess, then looked up at Lena, who held her gaze haughtily.
She smiled mischievously before reaching out and dropping the empty cup on the floor.
"Upsie!"
The air was thick with tension. Lena's associates didn't know whether to laugh or tremble.
Kara just exhaled calmly, pulled out her black card and handed it to the waiter. The waiter who had only come over to pick up the pieces of the cup took the black card hesitantly.
"Put it on my tab."
Then, without taking her eyes off Lena, she stood up and held out her hand.
"Come. Now." The command soft, quiet, but full of power.
Lena arched an eyebrow, but the way Kara grabbed her by the wrist as she stood up left no doubt for what was to come. She guided her with a firm stride toward the restaurant's private restrooms, leaving the partners in a sea of surprised whispers.
As soon as the door closed, Kara pushed it against the marble wall, the crash reverberating in the cramped space.
"Do you like to challenge me in public, my love?" her voice was a low, dangerous whisper, with that dark hint that made Lena shiver in all the right places.
"I love it," Lena replied, a wicked smile on her lips.
Kara looked at her for a second... then kissed her brutally.
There was no sweetness, only hunger. Her lips captured Lena's with a devouring ferocity, her tongue claiming the brunette's mouth, biting, tasting the faint trace of wine in her mouth. Lena gasped as Kara's hands found her waist, moving up the curve of her back to tangle in her hair, pulling it back to expose her neck.
"You always have to play with fire, don't you?" Kara murmured against her skin before catching it with her teeth, sucking in just enough to leave a visible mark.
Lena moaned, feeling the hot pressure between her thighs intensify.
Kara slid her hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up until her fingers found the soft fabric of her underwear. Without breaking eye contact, she touched her right where Lena needed her the most, causing the brunette to arch her back against the wall with a gasp. Kara began to penetrate her with three fingers directly with good enough force to devastate her wife without really hurting her, while her thumb vibrated against her clit at a speed that made it impossible for Lena to keep quiet.
"You're a mess," Kara whispered, pausing, leaving only her thumb on her clit like the best vibrator in the universe. "But you're my mess. Forever."
Lena was barely able to form a coherent response before Kara lifted her after exiting her, sucked her fingers in front of the Luthor and pinned her down on her throbbing member, pinning her against the wall.
"You want to be bad?" whispered Kara, her voice hoarse with desire as she slid her other hand between their bodies to expose Lena's perfect breasts so she could suck on them at her whim. "Then be bad and try not to scream."
And then she lowered her with a quick thrust to penetrate it with everything she had.
Lena clung to her shoulders, her body shuddering with the intensity with which Kara was making her hers. Each movement was demanding, each thrust pushing her further against the wall, her skin on fire in contrast to the cold stone.
Her moans were trapped on Kara's lips, who kept kissing her, devouring her, claiming her with every touch of their bodies.
The sound of stifled pleasure and the sound of skin against skin filled the cramped space. Lena felt her breaking point approaching like a contained explosion.
"Fuck, Kara..." Lena gasped, clinging tighter, feeling the ecstasy sweep over her mercilessly.
Kara didn't stop until she felt Lena break completely under her thrusts, her body trembling, her breathing ragged as Lena moaned her name in desperation.
Only then did Kara let go, slowly lowering her down until her feet touched the ground, but still holding her, allowing her to catch her breath. Lena falling to her knees.
Lena leaned against the wall, still panting, with a satisfied smile on her lips. Kara masturbated in front of Lena, the young Luthor opened her mouth to see Kara's penis throbbing about to release her semen, so she received it all gladly.
Kara was so proud of her wife.
"Tell me you paid the bill before you dragged me in here." Lena whispered, her voice still hoarse.
Kara smiled, wiping a drop of cum off her collarbone with her thumb. She loved it when Lena completely forgot everything around her before Kara made her hers.
"I didn't just pay for it, love. I also left a generous tip."
Lena let out a low laugh, her legs still shaking.
"You know this won't stop me from teasing you, right?" Lena stood up fixing her dress regaining her CEO posture.
Kara took her by the chin, forcing her to look at her.
"I know" Kara murmured with a crooked smile. "And that, honey... is why I love you."
And with one last kiss, she helped her pull herself together before exiting the bathroom, leaving everyone in the restaurant knowing what had happened in the restaurant's restrooms.
...
Kara was outside, leaning against the railing of the terrace, enjoying the night breeze and the low music playing on her phone. She had barely taken a drag on the cigarette in her hand, she had it more out of habit than necessity. Behind her, inside the house, chaos reigned.
The sound of breaking glass. Splintering wood. The dull thud of that darn hammer smashing against expensive surfaces.
Kara exhaled slowly, her eyes closing for a moment as she listened to Lena's symphony of destruction. It wasn't the first time. Nor would it be the last. More so with the heavy week Lena had had at work.
After several minutes, the noise stopped.
Kara calmly stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray before turning and walking inside.
The mess was almost poetic. Pieces of expensive vases scattered on the floor, chairs broken in two, overturned bookshelves, the glass of the coffee table turned into a sea of glittering shards. But at the center of the chaos, intact and majestic, was the black grand piano.
And Lena.
Panting, disheveled, her breathing quickened. Her fingers trembled slightly as she dropped the hammer with a thud against the surface of the floor. Her eyes glittered with adrenaline and pleasure; her lips half-open as if she was waiting for Kara to reprimand her.
"Saved the piano this time" Lena muttered, with a lazy smile.
Kara looked at her in silence. Then, slowly, she unbuttoned the first button of her shirt. Lena loved seeing Kara in tight dress shirts to accentuate the muscles of her torso and arms. More so after a strenuous session like this.
The air changed immediately. Lena swallowed dryly. Her green eyes turned into a dark smudge filled with desire.
Kara advanced with lethal calm, sliding the buttons one by one, her expression dark, dangerous, controlled. She stopped right in front of Lena, looking her up and down with a gesture of absolute possession.
"Take off your clothes." Kara ordered in a low voice.
Lena felt a shiver run down her spine. She did not ask.
She did not hesitate.
She unbuttoned the dress she was wearing and let it slide down her body, falling to the floor in a rustle of fabric. Her lips were half-open, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
Kara slid her fingers down Lena's collarbone, slowly tracing it until she reached her neck.
"You destroyed everything in this room..." Kara whispered, leaning in close enough so that her lips barely brushed Lena's. "Everything... except the fucking piano."
Lena held her breath as Kara grabbed her around the waist and effortlessly lifted her up, making her sit on the cool surface of the grand piano.
Lena's breathing quickened.
"Are you going to punish me, Daddy?" Lena whispered with a hint of mockery, though her voice trembled a little.
Kara held her chin, forcing her to look at her.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't move."
Lena's heart pounded violently in her chest.
Kara parted her legs easily, positioning herself between them, her hands roaming every inch of her bare skin with hungry devotion. She leaned down and caught one of her nipples with her lips, her tongue and teeth wrenching a shuddering gasp from her.
"You always want to push my limits..." murmured Kara, her mouth traveling down her abdomen, marking a path with wet kisses and soft nibbles. "You always want to see how far I can go."
"Always." said Lena, with a half-hearted smile.
Kara grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, forcing her to lean over the piano. The coolness of the instrument against her chest made her shudder, but what really stole her breath was feeling Kara's hardness pressing against her entrance.
"Tell me how much you want it." demanded Kara, holding her tightly.
Lena tried to move, but Kara held her in place, playing on her desperation, barely sliding against her wetness without giving her what she really wanted.
"Please" Lena gasped, her pride cracking under the impatience.
Kara smiled against her skin.
And then, without further warning, she plunged into it all at once.
Lena let out a gasp, her nails clawing at the shiny surface of the piano as Kara rammed into her with a force that took her breath away. Each movement was deep, devastating, wrenching uncontrollable moans from her.
The piano trembled beneath them, each thrust of hips echoing on the wood. Lena could feel Kara's weight overpowering her completely, her breath hot against her neck as she fucked her relentlessly.
"Mine," Kara growled, holding her tighter. "Only mine."
Lena could barely respond. Her body was on fire, her mind completely lost in absolute pleasure.
The orgasm hit her with overwhelming force, her body jerking uncontrollably as she screamed Kara's name. But Kara didn't stop. Not until she climaxed herself with a low growl, burying herself deep inside Lena as her body trembled against hers. Filling her with her essence that mingled with Lena's orgasm.
The silence that followed was dense, heavy, interrupted only by the sound of their gasping breaths.
Lena could barely move, her body still vibrating with the remnants of pleasure.
Kara smiled against her back, leaving a soft kiss between her shoulder blades before whispering, "This time the piano survived...but next time, honey, we'll see if it's still standing."
...
The gala was at its peak. Soft music, diplomatic conversations, champagne bubbling in fine glasses. Lena moved among the guests with her elegant bearing, her black dress with plunging neckline and bright red lips. She was magnetic. She knew it. And she was using it to her advantage.
Kara watched her from across the room, her eyes riveted on every move she did. At how Lena tilted her head with false coquetry as she spoke to a young investor, at how she slid a hand down another man's arm with a barely perceptible brush.
Lena knew what she was doing.
And she was doing it to provoke her.
Because nothing turned her on more than watching Kara lose control. Kara showing her jealousy at its peak.
When their eyes met, Lena gave her a cryptic smile and brought the wine glass to her lips with an exasperating calmness. Kara took a deep breath, trying to contain herself. But when Lena approached a young businessman and rested a light hand on his chest as she chuckled under her breath... Kara set the glass down on a waiter's tray and walked straight toward her.
Lena barely had time to react before Kara grabbed her by the wrist with firm but discreet pressure.
"Come with me" Kara murmured with a perfectly charming smile so as not to arouse suspicion.
Lena looked at her, defiantly but did not protest when Kara led her out of the room.
They walked down the lavishly decorated hallways until Kara pushed open a door and dragged her inside. A private bathroom. Spacious, with mirrors and marble, and far enough away from the event that no one would hear what was about to happen.
Kara locked the door and slowly turned to Lena, unbuttoning the first few buttons of her shirt with calculated calm.
Lena bit her lip.
"Jealous, honey?"
Kara smiled with that dangerous air that always made Lena shudder.
"No. I just want to remind you who you belong to."
Before Lena could respond, Kara pushed her against the marble sink, her hand clamping down on her jaw to force her to look at her.
"You like to flirt with others?" Kara murmured, sliding her other hand up Lena's thigh, pulling her dress up without the slightest delicacy. "Do you like to tease me like that in public?"
Lena could barely respond when Kara's fingers pressed against her center, noticing immediately how soaked she was.
"Mmm... I can see how much you like it." Kara licked her lips.
Lena tried to move, but Kara turned her sharply and bent her over the sink. Their eyes met in the mirror, Kara's gaze dark, domineering, burning with absolute possession.
Lena felt the sound of Kara's belt slipping from her belt loops, the rubbing of the fabric, the unmistakable touch of her thick, hard member pressing against her entrance.
"Are you going to keep playing, Lena?" murmured Kara against her ear, her warm breath making her shiver.
Lena arched her back with a low moan, subtly thrusting her hips back in mute invitation.
"I don't plan to stop playing anytime soon." Lena said boldly.
Kara smiled with pleasure.
And without further warning, she rammed her in one go.
Lena let out a strangled gasp, her nails clawing at the marble of the sink as Kara plunged into her with brutal intensity.
"So, you're not going to stop playing..." Kara leaned over her, pinning her wrists with one hand against the cool surface as her hips moved in deep, calculated thrusts. With the other hand Kara held Lena by the neck squeezing almost knocking the air out of her completely. "Let's see how long the attitude lasts you."
Every stroke was a pleasurable punishment. A reminder that no matter how hard Lena tried to provoke, she always ended up in the same position: completely submissive to Kara.
And she loved it so much.
The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin, Lena's muffled gasps, Kara's low growls filled the luxurious bathroom.
Lena soon lost all composure.
"Kara..." Lena's voice was barely a broken whisper.
Kara smiled against her neck and increased the pace, mercilessly bringing her to the edge.
"Say it." Kara demanded.
Lena tried to resist, but her body was betraying her.
"I'm yours..." Lena whispered between gasps finally.
"Harder." Kara ordered increasing the force of her onslaught.
"I'm yours, Daddy! Yours alone! Property of Kara Danvers!"
Kara growled with satisfaction; she was close. She kept thrusting hard and fast, just like her wife liked it. It didn't take long before Lena arched up, her body shaking violently as she came around her with a choked cry. Lena had no rest whatsoever with her wife pounding that sweet spot inside of her that made her delirious with pleasure until she came apart completely in a devastating orgasm that left her feeling pleasurable aftershocks with Kara still moving enjoying how Lena moaned with pleasure with each thrust,
It was beastly, but it was wonderful.
Kara didn't stop even after her own orgasm until she made sure that every fiber of Lena knew exactly whom it belonged to, providing more than one orgasm for her Lena.
When she finally stopped, Lena was panting, disheveled, her legs trembling, her cheeks flaming and her gaze unfocused in the mirror. A beautiful mess.
Kara bit her earlobe affectionately before muttering, "Next time you try to provoke me in public... remember where you're going to end up."
Lena smiled, exhausted, satisfied and absolutely submissive. She would give Kara everything.
"Maybe that's just what I want."
...
Kara arrived home that night feeling lighter than usual. Maybe it was the flight over the city, the cool wind against her skin, or maybe it was just the excitement of seeing Lena after an exhausting day.
When she entered the house, she found her in the living room, standing by the sofa, with a strangely serene expression on her face. There was no disaster or new furniture that needed to be replaced.
"Hey Lena" greeted Kara sweetly with a smile, walking towards her. Towards her dear wife.
Lena smiled, but there was something in her gaze, in the way her fingers fiddled with the hem of her dress, that made Kara pause. She was nervous, Lena's heart was ringing in Kara's ears loudly.
"Everything okay?" Kara asked with a slight frown.
Lena let out a shaky sigh and nodded, though her eyes sparkled with an excitement she couldn't contain.
"Yeah... it's just..." Lena bit her lip, her eyes searching Kara's as if gathering the courage to say it. "I'm pregnant."
The world seemed to stop for a moment.
Kara blinked, her mind slowly processing those words, and felt her heart pounding. Euphoria filled her.
"Are you...?"
"Pregnant" repeated Lena with a nervous little laugh. "Of you."
Kara opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her breath hitched and she felt her chest swell with a surge of emotion so intense she could barely contain it.
"How? When?"
Lena laughed softly, with a mixture of mirth and nervousness.
"Well, after so many attempts and with a little scientific help so that your Kryptonean gametes could unite with my human gametes... it looks like we did it." Lena was speaking more and more excited.
Kara felt tears building up in her eyes. In a second, she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Lena, holding her with an almost fearful gentleness.
"Lena..." Kara whispered against her hair, her voice cracking with emotion.
Lena wrapped her arms around her neck, clinging to her, feeling the strength and warmth of her body.
"We're going to be mommies, Kara!" Lena said against her skin.
Kara broke away just enough to look at her, her hands coming up to frame Lena's face with infinite tenderness.
"I love you so much" Kara whispered before leaning in and kissing her.
The kiss did not have the urgency or ferocity of other times. It was slow, gentle, full of promise and emotions that neither could express in words.
Kara took her by the hand and led her into their bedroom. This time, there was no rush. There was no dominance or power games. Just love.
Lena lay down on the bed and Kara settled on top of her, kissing every inch of her skin adoringly. Her lips slowly descended down her neck, her collarbone, her belly, stopping just there, where a new heartbeat was beginning to grow inside her.
Kara closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Lena's skin, leaving a delicate, almost reverential kiss.
"Thank you for giving this to me." Kara whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.
Lena stroked her hair tenderly, her own breathing ragged.
Kara came up again, her lips meeting Lena's in a deep kiss, as her hands slid the fabric of her dress with exquisite softness. She undressed her patiently, as if unwrapping the most precious treasure.
Lena sighed when Kara touched her, her body responding with warm need, but this time everything was different. Every caress, every movement was a silent declaration of love.
Kara worshipped her with her lips, with her hands, with her whole body, bringing her to a pleasure that was not only physical, but emotional, deep, indescribable.
Lena clung to her as she climaxed, her body trembling under the weight of everything she felt. And when they were finally entangled on the bed, bodies entwined and breaths still ragged, Kara gently caressed Lena's belly, smiling against the skin of her back.
"Our baby..." Kara whispered reverently.
Lena smiled turning around, her fingers tracing the outline of Kara's jaw with infinite love.
"Our Super baby."
Kara closed her eyes, hugging her tightly, as the future unfolded before them, bright and full of love.
...
Lena's pregnancy had changed many things in her life, but not her fire, not her way of claiming Kara with every fiber of her being. Least of all her tendency to become possessive when it came to her wife.
The night she saw a young reporter smile at Kara a little too confidently, Lena's blood boiled. It didn't matter that Kara had barely paid her any attention; it didn't matter that the blonde hadn't even noticed that someone else was trying to hit on her. To Lena, it was a personal offense.
So, when they arrived home, the tension in the air was palpable.
Kara barely had time to close the door when Lena pulled her against her, her lips claiming hers in a demanding, almost fierce kiss. Her hands slid urgently under the Kryptonian's shirt, her nails clawing at her back with a mixture of desire and pent-up rage.
"Do you know what it was like to see you smile at that woman?" Lena whispered against her lips, her breath hot, her chest rising and falling hard. "Like she could have you... like she could touch what's mine."
Kara smiled against her mouth, sliding her hands down Lena's hips with dangerous calm.
"Yours?" She repeated with amusement, lifting her up with ease and twisting her in the air until her back bumped against the wall with utmost care. "I always have been, Lena."
Lena moaned as Kara's hands roamed her body with devotion, removing her clothes with the same precision with which she disarmed any trouble. The brunette arched, feeling her wife's hardness pressing against her through the clothing.
"Kara..." Lena gasped, her pregnancy-rounded belly getting caught between them. Her desire hadn't diminished at all, and the Kryptonian knew it. Kara's dark gaze bore into her with intensity before she leaned in and trailed hot kisses down her neck, biting down hard enough for Lena to feel her possession on every inch of her skin.
"Tell me what you want." Kara whispered against her ear, her voice low and dangerous.
Lena could barely form the words between gasps.
"I want you to take me, now. No mercy, Daddy."
Kara wasted no time. She carried her to the bed, leaning over her with slow but relentless movements. Her lips descended down Lena's belly, leaving soft kisses on the skin that protected her future child, before moving back up and capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
Kara led her to the bed, stripping her of the rest of her clothes with deft, calculated movements. She slid between her legs, kissing every inch of skin with devotion until she reached her center, where she claimed her with hunger and precision. Lena arched, her back peeling off the mattress as Kara's lips and tongue worked on her mercilessly. Each suction, each caress, made Lena cry out her name without reservation.
Finally Kara came up, hovering over her so as not to touch her pregnant belly to position herself between her legs guiding her to penetrate her in one thrust, when Lena felt every thrust, every touch, every kiss claiming her as her own... she knew there was nothing in the universe that could separate her from her wife.
Because Kara was hers as much as she was Kara's.
"You're mine," Kara murmured against her skin, before sliding inside her with a depth that left her breathless.
Lena felt the pleasure burn in every fiber of her being, her body trembling under her wife's dominance. Kara held her by the hips, holding her in place as she brought her to the top again and again, allowing her no respite, no escape.
When Lena finally came, her body shuddered violently, her breath caught in her throat as her vision blurred with pure pleasure. Kara held her tenderly, leaving soft kisses on her hot skin, murmuring promises of love between gasps.
Kara stayed inside Lena for a moment longer, her breathing ragged, her forehead resting against her wife's as their warmth mingled in the air. Her hands caressed Lena's sweaty skin with quiet devotion, tracing invisible lines over her body, as if she were marking her territory with each caress.
Lena, still trembling, let out a soft laugh, her fingers tangling in Kara's golden hair.
"I think you made that pretty clear to me," Lena whispered hoarsely, her chest still rising and falling with the echo of the pleasure Kara had given her.
Kara smiled against her skin, leaving a lazy kiss on her jaw.
"You better remember that," she murmured before sliding down, resting her face against Lena's rounded belly. Her lips pressed a reverent kiss to the smooth skin, her hands tenderly caressing the living proof of her love.
Lena felt her heart skip a beat when she saw the pure adoration in Kara's eyes as she looked at her belly. The Kryptonian leaned her cheek against her, closing her eyes with a smile of absolute peace.
"Our baby," Kara whispered, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.
Lena bit her lip, feeling her own heart melt.
"Our little miracle."
Kara looked up and gave her that dazzling smile that made the whole world disappear.
"And you...you are the most amazing person in the universe." Kara said sweetly. Lena rolled her eyes with an amused smile, but her expression softened as Kara came up again to kiss her with infinite sweetness. "I love you," the blonde Kryptonian murmured against her lips.
Lena held her face between her hands, forcing her to stare at her.
"And I love you, more than you could ever imagine."
Kara hugged her tightly, as if she never wanted to let go. And in that moment, Lena knew that no matter how much chaos her nature brought, no matter how many cars she destroyed or how many tables they broke in their nights of unbridled passion, Kara would always be there.
For Lena could destroy everything material, but she could never break her wife's unwavering love for her.