The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the quiet apartment. Outside, Gotham was waking up in
The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the quiet apartment. Outside, Gotham was waking up in its usual grumble—car horns, distant sirens, the occasional flutter of pigeons startled by something unseen. But in here, everything was still.
The university student as Kara Danvers stirred under the covers, blinking sleep from her eyes as the scent of something warm and buttery drifted into the room. Her hair was a tousled halo across the pillow and the oversized T-shirt she'd thrown on halfway through the night was now bunched up around her waist. She blinked again.
The bed was empty.
She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. Her body still hummed from the night before, her mind looping little flashes of lips, fingers, gasps, and orgasms. She hadn't meant to fall so hard. But the way he touched her, the way he looked at her like she was something real… Kara Danvers, not just the girl who saved the world when people needed saving.
"Ngh."
Her pussy was sore. As a Kryptonian, that was not a feeling she expected to feel from a mere human. No offence to their kind but they were…sensitive. Weak. Breakable. And although that was the case with this man, that weakness had also somehow applied to her.
The sun continued to pour over her and rejuvenate her. Kara stretched and got out of bed, her bare feet padding softly down the hall.
The kitchen was bathed in that early orange-pink light, and there he was. The pizza guy. Shirtless, hair a mess, flipping something in a pan with the kind of confidence that made it very obvious he knew his way around a stove.
"Oh—hey," the pizza guy said, glancing over his shoulder with that kind smile of his. "Didn't mean to wake you."
"I wasn't really sleeping," Kara said, her voice soft. "Something smelled… amazing."
He shrugged modestly, then gestured toward the counter. "I hope you like fluffy scrambled eggs, maple bacon, and French toast. I uh… kinda got bored and didn't want to leave you without breakfast."
"Thank you, you're unbelievable," Kara said, still a little sleepy, smiling as she leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "Do you always do this for the girls you take home?"
"I, erm…don't really take girls home."
"Ah."
Following the brief silence, he plated the last bit of food. "So, um, food? I can make more than just pizza. Oh, and, sheesh…" He went over to the curtains and opened it up. The sun came down on Kara. It was…wonderful. The sun. The sun meant so much to her. It brought her comfort whenever she truly needed it.
Without knowing, as though destiny, he knew to bring it out.
She blinked, a little stunned. Then smiled, heart swelling in her chest. "Thanks. Thank you a lot."
They sat at the tiny kitchen table, eating together, barefoot and relaxed, trading little jokes between bites. He wasn't trying to impress her. He wasn't overthinking. He was just himself.
And that made all the difference.
But like all good things in Gotham, time had its limit.
The pizza guy glanced at the clock, eyes widening. "Oh crap—I've gotta go. I'm covering the lunch shift today." He stood up, quickly gathering his jacket and slipping his shoes back on. "I didn't mean to run out on you."
Kara stood too, trying not to pout. "Duty calls?"
"Pizza waits for no man," he said. "But I really, really didn't want to leave. Not after… last night. Or this morning. Or—just everything."
Kara got up and reached forward, brushing a crumb from the corner of his lip. "Then don't be a stranger."
He looked down at her, almost shy again. "I won't."
She leaned up and kissed him—a gentle, slow kiss that tasted like syrup and morning sunshine. When she pulled back, he looked shocked and happy.
"I'll come by after my shift," he promised.
"I'll be waiting," Kara said.
And as he left, bag slung over his shoulder, Kara stood in the doorway with her fingers at her lips, heart racing like she'd just flown a thousand miles in two seconds flat.
God help her.
She was so falling for the pizza guy.
"Wait, did he even give his name? He did, right? Shoot…"
***
The pizza guy stepped out into the hallway, adjusting his hoodie and slinging his delivery bag over one shoulder. He was still smiling, practically humming with good vibes and leftover warmth from the morning he'd just had. The scent of French toast still clung to his hoodie, along with the faintest trace of Kara's perfume.
Life was good.
And then he bumped into someone. Literally.
"Oh—sorry!" he said, taking a quick step back.
The woman he'd nearly walked into didn't flinch. She stood tall and composed, but her deep blue eyes blinked once in surprise. Very slight surprise, but still… a reaction. Her frame was imposing in the way that statues of Greek goddesses were imposing—strong, graceful, timeless. She wore dark jeans and a fitted black coat, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder like a waterfall of obsidian silk. Her skin was sun-kissed and flawless, her lips full and parted slightly as she gave the pizza guy a once-over.
"...You," Diana said in a voice that was smooth, but low with disbelief.
"Oh. Oh. Um, hi. D-Diana, right?"
Diana Prince. More than her name, he just remembered her as the incredibly hot woman who he fucked senseless. It had been one hell of a night. Ripping open elevator doors the way she did and how hard she fucked. Strongest woman he'd ever met, by far.
But he didn't expect to ever see her again.
"Wow, uh, small city," he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Didn't expect to bump into you again. Um, well, I'd love to catch up but I gotta jet or Gino's gonna yell at me for being late again. Crazy morning. Anyway—see you."
With another friendly wave, the pizza guy bounded to the elevator. It didn't take long for it to open either.
Diana turned slowly to stare at the apartment door he'd just exited.
No way.
No. Way.
She gave it a long, pensive look, then raised a hand and knocked.
A few seconds passed. Then Kara opened the door—still in a loose tank top and shorts, her hair down, her cheeks still faintly rosy.
The moment their eyes met, Kara froze. "...Diana?"
"Good morning," Diana said, her tone a mix of politeness and dry curiosity. "I was in the area. I thought I'd stop by."
"Oh," Kara said, blinking. "Sure, yeah. Come in."
Diana stepped inside. The air in the apartment was warm. A little humid. And smelled faintly of sweat, syrup, and—
Diana's brow arched the slightest bit.
"Coffee?" Kara offered quickly, brushing past her toward the kitchen.
"I'm fine," Diana said, walking slowly through the living room, her eyes scanning the mess of breakfast plates still on the table… the slightly rumpled blanket on the couch… and the two glasses on the counter, one of which still had a faint lipstick mark on the rim.
She inhaled subtly. Her senses were sharp.
That smell was not just maple syrup.
"So…" Diana said, turning with that same unreadable calm, "I believe I just saw a pizza delivery man leaving your apartment."
Kara, caught mid-coffee-pour, glanced over her shoulder. "Oh. Yeah. I got some pizza."
Diana tilted her head. "At 7:45 a.m.?"
Kara opened her mouth, then closed it again. A long pause passed between them.
Diana raised an eyebrow. "Should I assume he was here to… drop off another pizza?"
Kara turned, folding her arms. "What are you getting at?"
"Nothing," Diana said smoothly. "Just... connecting dots."
Kara shifted her weight, looking both irritated and cornered. "He doesn't know who I am, if that's what you're wondering."
Diana's voice remained calm, but there was a subtle firmness beneath it. "You're allowed to have a private life, Kara. You're not under any tribunal. I'm just… surprised."
"Why?" Kara asked, sharper than she meant. "Because he's not a superhero? Because he doesn't wear a cape or wield a lasso?"
Diana didn't answer right away. Her gaze softened, just a little.
"No," she said finally. "Because he's sweet. Honest. And if he were mine, I wouldn't have let him walk out that door."
Kara blinked.
For a long second, neither of them said anything. Then Diana, ever composed, simply looked around the apartment one last time.
"That was a rhetorical statement," Diana added with a smile, too graceful to let anything petty show on her face. "I didn't mean to intrude."
Kara looked down. "You're not intruding. I just… wasn't expecting you of all people."
Diana reached for the door, then paused.
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"T-t-that's…!" She turned bright right.
Diana chuckled slightly. That was all the answer she needed.
"See you around, Kara."
***
The pizza guy stood behind the counter, spinning a pen between his fingers while the low hum of the overhead light buzzed. It was one of those slow Gotham afternoons. Rain teased the streets outside, drizzling just enough to make everything look like it had been rubbed with a bar of soap.
The bell above the door jingled.
In walked two people who could've stepped straight out of a comic book cover—minus the capes and costumes.
The woman was tall. Like, tall-tall. Six feet, maybe more, even without the heeled boots. She had copper-toned skin that almost glowed against the gloomy Gotham drizzle, long, fiery red hair that curled down her back like it had a life of its own, and a slim, athletic build with curves that definitely didn't go unnoticed. Her purple crop top was—well, let's just say it was working overtime, low-cut enough to earn a quick, surprised double take from the pizza guy before he politely looked away. Sunglasses sat perched on her face, but he couldn't forget those eyes. He remembered them from the last time he'd met her.
'B-big tits! It's her!'
Or rather… delivered to her.
The time she answered the door completely, unapologetically nude.
Yeah. That was hard to forget.
Right now, though, she looked totally casual—well, Gotham casual. Like a model on her way to punch a demon in the face.
Beside her was a guy who looked like the human version of a well-pressed leather jacket. Dick Grayson. The kind of guy you instinctively knew had done at least three flips before breakfast. Dark hair, piercing eyes, dressed in dark jeans and a black hoodie. Cool in a way that didn't have to try.
The pizza guy put on his best smile. "Hey, what can I get you guys?"
Kory pulled off her glasses with an elegant flick and leaned forward, scanning the menu like it was written in ancient Tamaranean. She turned to Dick, speaking in a whisper that the pizza guy couldn't quite catch, though he was pretty sure it included the word "mustard."
Dick gave a quiet laugh. "You really wanna try that again?"
Kory turned to the pizza guy with a radiant smile. "We would like one medium pizza, please, with banana peppers, green olives, pineapple, goat cheese... and a swirl of mustard."
The pizza guy blinked. "Uh… sure. You… want that swirl before or after baking?"
"Surprise me," Kory said brightly.
Dick chuckled behind her. "I keep trying to tell her that's not a normal combination."
Kory turned to him. "I enjoy the chaotic flavors. It is a new human tradition I have created."
The pizza guy had already started typing the order into the machine, nodding like this was totally normal. He glanced at Kory again—she looked so cheerful, so otherworldly. It made his memory flash to that night when she'd answered the door without a stitch of clothing and just… smiled. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Which, for her, maybe it was.
He wasn't even sure she was human.
"Your order'll be ready in about fifteen minutes," he said.
Kory nodded, then turned to Dick and wandered toward a booth. Dick followed, casually glancing out the window like a guy always calculating his exits. Gotham had that effect on people.
As the pizza guy moved to the kitchen to prep their... highly questionable pie, he chuckled to himself.
'Banana peppers, pineapple, and mustard? Man… chicks with big tits are crazy nowadays.'
Back behind the counter, he couldn't help peeking out toward their booth once or twice. Dick and Kory sat close, talking quietly. Kory seemed animated, her hands moving expressively. Dick looked like he was trying not to smile too wide, like he'd heard this story before but couldn't help enjoying it anyway.
It wasn't his business, of course, but the pizza guy caught a snippet of their conversation as he brought the finished pizza to their table.
"I still think we could stay," Kory was saying, resting her chin on her hands. "I like this city."
Dick sighed. "Kory… we've talked about this. Blüdhaven's got stuff going on. People that need me."
"I need you too," she said, not accusingly—just honestly.
The pizza guy paused. Not long enough to be weird, just enough to set the pizza down with care.
"Medium Chaotic Combo," he announced.
Kory beamed at him. "Thank you! You are most courteous and efficient, Pizza Provider."
He blinked. "Uh, thanks. That's… probably the nicest thing anyone's called me all day."
Dick gave a friendly nod. "Appreciate it, man."
"No problem," the pizza guy said, retreating back to his post.
Back behind the counter, he tried not to think too hard about what he'd just overheard. Everyone had drama. Even absurdly beautiful alien women with glowing skin and their acrobat boyfriends.
Still, Gotham weird had nothing on that mustard combo.
As he wiped down the counter, he thought to himself: Just another day in Gotham.
***
The dull hum of the overhead lights buzzed above Gino as he stood behind the counter, arms crossed, watching the rain paint slow trails down the shop window. It was a quiet lull between orders, the kind that made you wish for either a rush or a nap.
The bell above the door jingled.
Gino glanced up and blinked.
A blonde walked in, glowing like a streetlamp in the gloom of Gotham. Her long hair bounced slightly with each step, glasses perched on her nose, and an oversized hoodie hanging loosely over her skirt. But what really caught Gino off guard was the way she looked around the shop like she was looking for something—or someone.
"Hi!" she said brightly, her eyes darting toward the counter. Then she frowned, just a little. "Where's…?"
Gino blinked again, piecing it together. "You mean my guy? The kid who usually works nights?"
Kara nodded, hugging herself slightly as the door swung shut behind her. The familiar smell of tomato sauce and melted cheese filled the room, but it wasn't the same without him behind the register.
"Out on a delivery," Gino answered, leaning forward on the counter. "Should be back soon. You, uh… wanna leave a message?"
Kara hesitated for half a second, then smiled—wide, warm, and impossibly sweet. "I'll wait."
Gino looked her up and down, then glanced toward the door like someone else might walk in and explain what exactly was going on. "He… do somethin' for you I should know about?" he asked, only half-joking.
Kara's cheeks turned just the faintest shade of pink, but she didn't back down. She shrugged a little, like she didn't know the answer herself. "He's just… nice," she said.
Gino raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He slid a napkin over the counter and pretended to busy himself with cleaning, watching her from the corner of his eye as she moved to a booth near the window.
Kara sat, folding her hands in front of her, tapping her thumbs together. She tried not to bounce her knees. Tried not to grin too hard every time the bell above the door jingled, only to reveal someone who wasn't him.
Ten minutes passed.
Then fifteen.
Finally—
The bell rang again.
The door opened.
And there he was.
Hair tousled from the wind, helmet tucked under his arm, still in his work hoodie with the Gotham Pizza Co. logo slightly faded on the sleeve. The pizza guy looked a little damp from the drizzle, a little tired, but his eyes lit up the second they met hers.
Kara nearly launched out of the booth. She stood, halfway considering tackling him in a hug—but she caught herself, folding her hands behind her back and bouncing slightly on her heels instead.
"Hey," Kara greeted, her voice soft but excited.
He looked surprised to see her. "Kara?"
Gino stepped aside with a knowing smirk. "I think she's been waitin' on you."
Kara nodded sheepishly. "Just wanted to see you."
He blinked, still catching his breath from the ride. "Oh. Uh… yeah, wow. That's—cool. I mean, I'm glad."
Kara stepped closer, biting her lip slightly, like she wasn't sure if she was moving too fast. But his smile—his easy, genuine, goofy smile—settled her nerves like sunlight through a cloudy sky.
She wanted to hug him. Just fall into him. Breathe in that familiar mix of pizza grease, laundry soap, and whatever cologne he always forgot to mention.
But instead, she just stood close and let herself look at him.
"How was the delivery?" she asked.
"Rainy," he said with a chuckle. "But no Bane-gang this time, so… can't complain."
She laughed, the sound light and real. "Good. You didn't forget my standing offer, right?"
"The pizza-on-the-house thing?"
"No, not that. Lunch!"
"Lunch…?"
Did he agree to that or was she lying to spend time with him? Wait, huh, even if she was lying, why was he complaining?
"Sure."
Behind the counter, Gino just whistled low under his breath. "Man's pullin' stunners in this dump. I gotta get tips from him."
***
It was supposed to just be lunch.
Kara had shown up at the pizza shop again, this time in a soft blue blouse and white skirt that swished at her knees, bright as the sky breaking through Gotham's otherwise smoggy mood. The pizza guy—still stunned she wanted him of all people—had agreed to grab food on his day off.
But one shared panini and two iced lattes later, Kara had perked up with an idea that made her eyes practically sparkle.
"I need new clothes," she said, setting her drink down. "Want to come with?"
She asked it like she was asking if he wanted to see a movie or take a stroll through the park. No hesitation. No "you don't have to." Just… warm confidence.
The pizza guy, halfway through a bite of his sandwich, blinked.
"Oh. Uh. Sure. Yeah, I'm down. I mean—I've never really done that before. Gone clothes shopping with someone, I mean."
Kara grinned. "You've never had the shopping with a girl experience?"
"I mean, I work at a pizza shop," he deadpanned. "My idea of high fashion is changing out of sauce-stained jeans."
She giggled, took his hand, and practically skipped out the door with him.
They ended up at a trendy little boutique not far from Gotham Square, one of those places with stylized mannequins in the windows and sales associates who looked like they belonged on magazine covers.
Kara breezed in like she'd been here a hundred times. The pizza guy, meanwhile, shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets and tried not to feel too out of place among the racks of dresses, crop tops, and pastel blazers.
But Kara made it easy.
She walked the aisles with purpose, picking up hangers with casual grace, holding them to herself and glancing at him over the top of her glasses.
"What about this one?"
It was a silky green wrap dress with just enough sparkle to catch the light.
"Looks like something you'd wear to a gala or to... arrest hearts," he replied honestly.
She blinked and then burst into laughter. He was sometimes so unfunny that it was funny.
One by one, she gathered options, and to his surprise, she wanted his opinion on all of them. Not in a passive way, either—she asked questions. Listened. Even handed him dresses at one point and made him hold her purse while she went to try things on.
He didn't complain once.
In fact, he leaned into it.
He gave thumbs up, head tilts, and commentary that walked the line between sincere and unintentionally hilarious.
"That dress makes you look like the kind of CEO who fires people with grace." Next one. "That one? Yeah, but it's too 'high school prom'."
Kara did a double-take at that one. "Prom?"
"Yeah, highschool prom. You know, the dance."
"...?"
Sometimes, Kara could be quite weird. Ignorant rather, of certain customs and phrases.
"Are you from Norway?"
"W-what?"
"The blonde hair, the blue eyes, and, I mean, you kind of have an accent?" The pizza guy stared. "Or, uh, is that just how people from Metropolis sound like?"
Kara laughed so hard that she had to duck back into the dressing room and take a breath.
But she noticed the way his eyes softened whenever she stepped out in something new. Not the way other guys looked—no ogling, no weird breathless grins. Just this warm kind of admiration, like he was seeing her even when the clothes changed.
After over an hour—and a bag of carefully selected items—Kara looped her arm through his and tugged him toward a nearby café.
"You survived," Kara teased.
"Barely," he joked. "I think my credit score dropped just from being in that store."
She laughed again. Truthfully, she hadn't had this much fun in a long, long time.
Even the pizza guy—he didn't know shopping could be like that. Easy. Funny. Flirty, even. Something about Kara made everything feel simple. She didn't judge, didn't mock, and even when they bumped shoulders or accidentally reached for the same hanger, there was a little spark between them. Comfortable, not awkward.
Kara ordered two hot chocolates with whipped cream and they found a table near the window. The rain had started again—just lightly this time—and the city looked like a watercolor behind the glass.
He leaned back in his chair. She leaned forward.
"I had a really good time," she said softly.
"Me too," he replied. "You, uh… make shopping surprisingly fun."
"You make everything fun," she said without thinking.
There was a small beat.
Their eyes locked.
She felt a tingle run through her fingers and curled them around her mug to hide it.
"Wanna come back to my place again?" she asked, suddenly more shy. "I mean—just hang out. Not—not like that unless—no pressure. Just hang. Chill. Movies?"
The pizza guy nodded, smiling. "Yeah. That sounds really nice."
Across the café, near the back wall, Diana Prince looked up from her tea. She had come in for a quiet moment, a short reprieve from the chaotic threads of Gotham.
She had not expected this.
There, in the center of the café, sat Kara.
And across from her? Him.
The same pizza guy.
Diana didn't need super hearing to read the body language—the way Kara leaned toward him, the shine in her eyes, the barely-contained joy in her posture.
Kara Zor-El, giggling.
Kara Zor-El, holding a shopping bag and biting her lip like a lovestruck teen.
Kara Zor-El… absolutely smitten.
Diana sat back slowly, her brow furrowing in thought. Not anger. Not envy. Just something deeper—an ache of surprise mixed with something unnameable.
The pizza guy had no idea.
No idea he had a Kryptonian wrapped around his finger.
No idea he had walked right into the crosshairs of something bigger than himself.
Diana took a sip of her tea, eyes never leaving the couple.
Kara laughed again—high and musical—and Diana couldn't help but smile, even as her jaw tightened.
***
The pizza guy rubbed the back of his neck as Kara leaned across their café table, eyes wide, lip jutting into a pout that would've melted even the grumpiest Gothamite.
"Aw, really? You can't come home?"
"Sorry," he said with a sheepish smile. "I really want to, but I've been called in. Tony's short-staffed again and the night guy bailed."
Kara sighed, dramatically flopping back in her seat. "You're too good. Too responsible. I should have fallen for a degenerate."
He laughed, standing and gathering his things. "Tomorrow. I promise. Raincheck on that movie?"
She sat up again and gave him the softest smile. "It's a date."
…
…
…
Sigh.
Suddenly, the pizza guy wished he had just gone to her apartment.
The store was quiet. The kind of quiet that pressed against the windows like it wanted to. Outside, the streets were mostly empty, just puddles reflecting the orange glow of distant streetlights. Inside, the pizza guy stood at the cash register, arms crossed, stifling a yawn. He'd cleaned everything twice. The ovens were on low. The scent of pepperoni lingered like a ghost.
He didn't even notice the neon sign by the door flicking to CLOSED.
With a sigh, he leaned forward on the counter, checking the clock.
Then the bell above the door jingled.
He blinked. "Huh?" He turned, expecting to see Tony or maybe a lost delivery guy.
Instead, his jaw nearly dropped. The biggest holy shit bomb left his lips. What the hell WAS his life?
There, stepping lightly into the shop, was Supergirl.
Bright red cape. Royal blue top. That iconic golden "S." And, yes, the short red skirt that somehow still managed to ride the line between noble and scandalous.
The pizza guy blinked twice just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating from lack of sleep.
Supergirl looked around the pizza shop with polite curiosity, hands locked behind her back, humming a little tune to herself. She wore a soft smile that somehow made her look even hotter, if that were possible. And as she turned to look at him, he noticed—those legs. Long. Sculpted. And that skirt? Wow. It was practically defying physics.
"Hi there," Supergirl said, cheerfully.
'Wow, her eyes are REALLY blue—!'
He straightened up, nearly knocking over the tip jar. "H-hi! Uh—wow. You're—Supergirl. You're, uh… here."
Supergirl smilled. "I was tipped off about a potential incident around this area. I figured I'd stop in, maybe… keep an eye on things for a while."
"R-really?" he asked, voice cracking just a bit. "T-thanks! That's great! It's—it's amazing having you here. You're a huge deal. Wow, it's great to have you protecting this place."
Supergirl tilted her head, that little lock of hair over her brow bouncing slightly. "You mean the two of us protecting this place."
"R-right."
She stepped forward, resting her elbows on the counter and leaning in just a bit. Her eyes locked with his, and her voice dropped into something a touch more playful. "Mind giving me a tour?"
He blinked. "You… want a tour? Of the pizza place?"
"Mhm!" Supergirl nodded, making eye contact like she was genuinely excited. God, did he mention her eyes were majestically blue?
"O-okay, sure. It's, uh, not that big. But yeah. Totally. Right this way."
He led her through the kitchen first. Supergirl walked with her hands still behind her back, occasionally glancing at things and humming as if this was the most interesting place she'd been all day.
"This is where the magic happens," he said, gesturing toward the ovens. "That's the sauce station. Dough gets prepped over here. And that's the giant cheese fridge, which, fair warning, will attack you with the smell of mozzarella if you open it too fast."
Supergirl giggled, actually giggled. "Dangerous. Duly noted."
He scratched the back of his head, still unsure if this was some kind of fever dream. "Uh… and over here's the walk-in cooler, but that's boring."
She stepped closer to him, nodding with mock seriousness. "I'll take your word for it."
He laughed nervously. "And, uh, in the back—there's just the break room. TV, couch, old game console. Nothing special."
"Still," she said, gesturing, "lead the way."
The backroom was small but cozy. A faded couch sat against one wall, facing a TV with a beat-up console and a stack of old games. The lights were low. It smelled faintly like oregano and old wood.
Supergirl stepped inside and did a playful little spin, hands still behind her back. She stopped, facing him, her skirt fluttering ever so slightly from the motion.
She looked dangerously adorable.
"I like it," she said brightly. "It's cozy."
He leaned awkwardly on the doorframe. "Yeah, uh… it's where I hide when Tony goes on his fourth rant of the night."
She laughed, then turned her gaze back on him—serious now, but soft. Her blue eyes sparkled under the dim light, and she took a small step forward.
Then, slowly, her hands dropped to her sides… and her fingers gently brushed the hem of her skirt, beginning to lift it—
The pizza guy blinked. Once. Twice.
Her gaze never wavered.
And in that moment—he wasn't thinking about pizza, or work, or anything else.
Just her.
Just Supergirl.
Her fingers froze on the hem of her skirt, just as it began to reveal the barest hint of her smooth, porcelain hips. She lifted it higher. Higher, higher, higher. The pizza guy's breath hitched as her pussy came into view—completely bare, glistening faintly in the dim light of the backroom.
She hadn't worn anything underneath.
His jaw dropped. He tried to say something—anything—but the words caught in his throat. His pants suddenly felt way too tight, and his cock, already stirring, began to swell at an alarming rate. Supergirl tilted her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"Look at that," Kara teased. "Looks like someone likes what they see~♡!" She giggled, a light, melodic sound that only made his arousal spike further. Her fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt, letting it fall back into place for a moment before lifting it again, teasingly slow. "Do you want a closer look?"
Her pussy. Bare and shaved, it was the perfect slit.
He swallowed hard, his face flushing. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Supergirl stepped closer, her boots clicking softly against the floor, and stopped just inches away from him. Her hand reached out, her fingers brushing against the front of his pants. He gulped, his cock throbbing painfully against the fabric.
"Let's get you out of these," Supergirl murmured, low and sultry. Her fingers worked quickly, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands sliding his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion.
And then, it was his turn to hear her gasp.
"Oh my Rao," Supergirl breathed, her eyes wide with shock and admiration. She…she was still smiling. Like she expected this.
Like…she had seen his cock before.
'Right, X-ray vision.'
Her hands instinctively reached out, but she hesitated, as if she wasn't sure she was allowed to touch. Her gaze traveled up and down the length of his cock, taking in every inch of it—twelve inches of thick, pulsing perfection. It was a monster, throbbing with need, the tip already glistening with precum.
"This is… unreal," Supergirl whispered excitedly. She looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with a mix of lust and wonder. "This is the biggest cock I have ever seen."
Her fingers finally closed around him and he groaned. His head fell back as she began to stroke him slowly, her grip firm but gentle. She kissed the tip of his cock, and then, without warning, her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock.
He nearly came then and there.
Supergirl was incredible and a suction like no other. It felt like she had been preparing for this but that was impossible, right? This…
"Ngh!"
This was talent o-or another superpower of hers. Dick sucking could be a superpower given X-ray vision and Frost Breath was.
Supergirl's was the warmest mouth he had ever experienced. Her focus was purely on sucking and not using her tongue. It was these subtle these that differed her from, say, Kara. Supergirl took him deeper, inch by inch. Her hands worked in tandem with her mouth, stroking the base of his shaft as she sucked him off with a skill that was almost otherworldly. Her majestic blue eyes never left his, and the intensity of her gaze made it impossible for him to look away.
She was Supergirl, and she was his.
Her mouth moved faster now, never going balls deep. Her lips slid up and down his length with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. Her hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them as she sucked him deeper, her throat opening to take him in.
He was close—so close—and she knew it. She pulled back slightly, her tongue flicking against the tip of his cock, and then she took him all the way down again, her nose pressing against his pelvis.
That was all it took.
The pizza guy came with a groan, his hips bucking as he emptied himself into her mouth. Supergirl didn't pull away, didn't even flinch. Instead, she swallowed every drop, her lips still wrapped around him, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his cock as he shuddered with pleasure.
"H-hah…haah…"
It all happened so fast. How long did he even last? Two minutes? Maybe three? Supergirl made it all feel like a blur.
When the Kryptonian finally pulled back, her lips were slick with his cum, and she looked up at him with a smirk. "You taste amazing," she purred, licking her lips. "Humans are really special~"
He was still catching his breath when she stood up, her hands sliding up his chest. "Now," she said, a hand sliding up and down his chest. Teasing him and subtly dominating him. "I want you on the couch."
He didn't argue.
She led him over to the faded couch, pushing him down onto it with surprising strength. She straddled him, her skirt riding up enough to reveal her bare pussy again. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock, which was already hard again, and positioned him at her entrance.
Supergirl paused, her eyes locking with his. "Are you ready?" she asked, soft but laced with anticipation.
He nodded, his hands gripping her hips as she lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch. She sucked in air through her teeth, her head falling back as she felt him stretch her, fill her completely.
"F-fuck…! Y-you're so warm and tight…!"
"H-heh…!" She put on that classic Supergirl smile. Eyes blazing and confidence radiating. It made him want to do better. "I-I'm glad."
Wow.
She took him down deeper. More and more—and unlike the ladies before him—she didn't whine or complain or stop it. She took his cock down in record time.
Skirt still on, cock fully inside, she gazed down at him. She breathed with some struggle and a smile.
She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, her hands resting on his chest for balance. Her eyes never left his, and the intensity of her gaze was almost too much to bear.
She was Supergirl, and she was fucking him.
And he never wanted it to end.
Supergirl's movements slowed to a halt, her hips still flush against his. She tightened up. Oh, she was about to climax. The pizza guy suddenly felt proud. He didn't even thrust yet and yet she was edging toward a climax. Super bit her lower lip, a sly smile spreading across her face as she leaned back, her hands gripping the edge of the couch behind her. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her breasts straining against the tight fabric of her costume. Her blue eyes locked onto his and she whispered, "Your turn to do the work. I know you can do it~"
Oh. Ohhh.
Supergirl was telling him to fuck her brains out.
He blinked, momentarily stunned by the command. But the look in her eyes—that look—sparked something primal in him. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into the softness of her thighs and THRUST upward, driving himself deeper into her.
"Oh—!"
Supergirl's head fell back, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt him take control. Her hands tightened on the couch, her nails digging into the fabric as she braced herself. Again,a again, again!
"Oh! Nggh~! Oh my—! Oh god! Oh Rao—!"
But unlike the other girls, she wouldn't break so easily. Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto his again, and the intensity of her gaze was almost overwhelming. She wasn't just watching him. She was devouring him with her eyes, every motion, every thrust, every breath.
He fucked her harder, his movements growing more urgent, more desperate. 'Come on, come on, come on…!'
Satisfy her. Fuck her. Go as deep as possible!
Supergirl bit her bottom lip. He didn't realize it—but she was breaking. Supergirl arched her back, her pussy tightening around him as she felt the first waves of pleasure cresting within her.
"W-wait!" she gasped. There it was! He went faster! He made sure he wouldn't let go! Supergirl gasped over and over again. "W-wait—!"
Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—!
Her eyes rolled back. She couldn't stop it. Even Supergirl against this cock couldn't stop it—
"I'm cumming! CUMMING~! HNGGGH~!"
Yes, yes, yes! Fuck her harder!
"I LOVE IT~!"
Her body shuddered, her thighs clamping around his hips as she came, her cries echoing through the small room. Her hands shot out, grabbing his forearms as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, her grip almost painfully tight. But he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He kept thrusting, driving her higher, pushing her closer to the edge again.
Supergirl's eyes were wide, her lips parted as she gasped for air. She looked down at him, eyes rolling back until she gained the will again. "Y-y-you really are—nggh!" She cupped her mouth. Another orgasm. "M-make me cum ag—" Her voice cracked. "A-agaiiin~♡!"
He smiled and obliged, his hands moving under her skirt and grabbing her booty. Huh. Was it just him or was her ass…familiar? No, not familiar, it was almost identical to Kara.
Her pussy tightened and those thoughts ceased.
"M-make me cum," Supergirl repeated, her smile almost panicked. "Come on!"
He lifted her by the bootycheeks, making sure to get a nice grip, then slammed her back down onto him. She cried out. Orgams after orgasm followed. "Y-y-y-you're really something! Mmmpph~!" Her hands flew to her mouth, muffling her screams as she came, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
But still, he didn't stop. He couldn't. Her body was too perfect, too responsive. Every thrust sent her spiraling again, her moans growing louder, more desperate. She was grinding against him now, her hips moving in sync with his, her body demanding more, more.
She was Supergirl. She wouldn't lose.
But.
She was.
"Rao," Supergirl breathed, her voice barely audible over him clapping her cheeks. "You're… you're going to make me… HNGGGH~! CUMMING~~♡!"
Her body convulsed again, her back arching as she came. Her hands gripped his shoulders because this man—
"Y-you won't stoppp~!"
The dick wouldn't stop fucking her alien pussy. Human cock was just too good. Too addicting. Saliva started to slip from her lips and she quickly wiped it off.
"I-I'm Supergirl, I'm Supergirl, I can't—"
Oh, but she did. Oh, but he did. He fucked her brains out.
She was trembling, then moaned and gasped. Her entire body shook more and more as she came again and again.
He could feel himself getting closer, the pressure building in his balls with every thrust. But he didn't want it to end. Not yet. He wanted to feel her, to know her, and to rearrange her pussy. Call it pride. Call it the male ego. He wanted to leave Supergirl with something that she would never forget.
Supergirl's eyes locked onto his again, and she smiled, a wicked, knowing smile. "Don't stooop~! Don't you dare stop~!"
And he didn't. He fucked her harder, faster. But fuuuck! She was tight! Way too tight! The pizza guy…
He just couldn't hold back. He tried to, he did, but…
"S-Supergirl…! I-I can't…!"
"Do it inside! I-I'm more than happy for you to cum inside! You're the only man who can!"
A Kryptonian. The strongest species on Earth. An alien that knew no equal. He got to cum inside her. Grabbing her booty cheeks, he buried himself deep inside her, his balls shuddering as he spilled himself into her, his entire being consumed by the sheer intensity of it.
He closed his eyes. His world went white. God, what a tight, hot pussy she had…
He wanted to cum inside her forever. Alas, all good things had to come to an end.
Supergirl's hands moved to his face, her fingers tracing the contours of his jaw as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his. "You've been amazing so far," she whispered, her voice low and husky. "But I hope humanity can show me just a bit more."
"I'll, uh, do my best."
"Heh~! Good."
They made out. They kissed.
Supergirl was a great kisser, partially because her lips were so soft. Never using tongue, only focused on the lips. It was delightful.
And…familiar.
But he couldn't raise a question. Not when she looked at him like that, her eyes filled with something he couldn't quite name. Something that made him feel like he was the only person in the world. He thrust into her again, his movements slower, more deliberate this time. Her breath hitched, her body tightening around him as she felt him moving inside her.
She was smiling, her eyes never leaving his. "You're still hard, aren't you?" she whispered. "Trust me, your boss isn't nearby. So…" She sounded almost pathetic when she said, "Make me cum again."
And he did. Again. And again. And again.
***
Kara Zor-El knew the pizza guy was just different. On a couch in the backroom of an old pizza shop, she got ALL her holes filled. All of them. She sucked his balls of a load, she milked his cock with her womb, and she got her anus spread and filled.
Supergirl—the Girl of Tomorrow—fucked backwards in a backwater city like Gotham. By a pizza guy who was payed minimum page. At a pizza place that was probably the most middle of middle ground.
It sounded like a whore's story, not Supergirls. Walking in, asking for a tour, and then getting dicked down.
"N-nngh…!"
She was trying to ride him reverse cowgirl, not with her pussy but her defenceless, obedient ass. It was damn tight and combined with her pale, heart-shaped booty, it was a hell of a minute.
Except…she was exhausted. Outfucked. Sweating like crazy, looking over her shoulders with crazy, cock-addicted eyes, and a bounce that was crazy yet slow.
"Are you sure you want to keep going?" The pizza guy asked, hands behind his head. He didn't mind this, not one bit, but he could tell she was nearing her limit.
"I-I got this." She flashed her trademark smile. "Trust me."
He did—and he slapped her ass to show he trusted her. Supergirl's full costume was still on, except for her skirt which was left discarded some hours ago.
Her eyeliner was ruined and her hair was a mess. She didn't look the Supergirl recognized on TV. She looked like a whore. A whore that walked straight in here and wanted to get fucked and did. But she was no whore. She was simply treated like one, that was all, and she LOVED it.
Clap, clap, clap. Her ass slammed down on him. The pizza guy relaxed and sighed.
'To think I would get to fuck Supergirl's ass…I must be the luckiest guy in Gotham.'
The first rays of sunlight crept through the small window in the backroom, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Supergirl's skin shimmered faintly as the sunlight bathed her, rejuvenating her with every breath.
"Haah…!"
She was back. She was back! Her arms and legs! Supergirl was back. Grinning, she lifted her ass—
CLAP—!
And picked up the pace immediately.
"O-oh….!"
"Heh, get ready!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"So!" Her booty slammed down again and again! After so much fucking, the waves of her porcelain white ass were gorgeous. "Are you having fun again!?"
"Y-yeah, definitely. Ah! Oh!"
She turned the tables on him. The pizza guy groaned, surprised but not unwelcoming. This dude's balls were huge for a reason. He could fuck for a long, long time.
And, well…
This might have been his male ego speaking, but whether it was Supergirl or Wonder Woman, he was confident he could win.
Her back arching, she raised her ass until she could grab it with her hand and give it a nice strike. "Such a thick cock…!" She winked as they made eye contact and then slipped his cock back inside her anus again, moaning and muttering, "God, it's just so good~!"
Her ass grinded and moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made the pizza guy groan deep in his chest. His hands gripped her hips, taking him deeper with every roll of her body.
Faster…
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
Supergirl's hair clung to her damp neck. He dearly wished the costume wasn't so tight. He wanted to see her tits bounce. "This cock…it's intoxicating…!" Smiling, she leaned her head back until she could see his face. She smiled cutely. "You're not tired yet, are you?" she teased, her voice low and sultry.
Fucking him reverse cowgirl and tilting her head so far back like this was hot. They shared a kiss while she was still bouncing on his dick.
The pizza guy chuckled breathlessly. "Are you kidding me? I don't think I'll ever get tired of this."
But like he said, he could keep up.
"I just can't believe..." Slap to the ass! Supergirl sent him an erotic smirk. "That I'm fucking Supergirl here of all places!"
"In a backroom of a pizza place? Hehe, it's not that bad, babe~♡!"
"T-thanks!"
This woman could make even a homeless man feel proud of themselves. She was the Girl of Hope. She was the beacon for all women and all those that suffered. Even as he fucked her, his admiration for her only grew.
Her smile. Her tight cunt. Even her booty which was handling with the care of a drunk, she always responded to it with the same kindness.
Supergirl herself was in the same boat. She was so, so happy. She could go all out with him. She didn't have to be afraid of him not living up to her high standards. Sun or not, he could do it.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Cumming, cumming, cummiiiiing~!"
Supergirl's head flung back forward and she felt a shiver run down her spine. He didn't know who she was. He didn't know she was Kara. And that made it all the more thrilling. Even as a superhero, the way he looked at her like she was just a normal woman. Again, it was a rare kind of freedom she rarely got to experience.
Kara Danvers and Kara Zor-El never experienced the same love as Supergirl. Oh, sure, there was her family but that was different. That was family. They were obligated to love in Krypton. No one fell just for Kara.
"I love you," Supergirl declared proudly. "You're just…"
Actions meant more than words, right?
She shifted her hips, feeling the way his cock stretched her, filling her completely. Twelve inches of pure perfection. Supergirl's breath hitched as she tightened around him, using just a hint of her super strength again to make the sensation even more intense for both of them.
The pizza guy groaned. He slapped her ass again. "Faster," he whispered.
Supergirl craned her head back and kissed him. And as they kissed, the blonde Kryptonian goddess started fucking him with a wild, untamed energy. This was the power of Supergirl. This was what super speed and strength could accomplish at max capacity.
The kiss ended. She bounced on his dick faster and harder. She gripped his thighs and just went buckwild.
"Nggh~! Hnggh~! Yes, yes, yes!" Those strokes. Those long fucking strokes. It was inhumane. Only Supergirl could do it." YES! NGGGHH~! THIS COCK! THIS COOCCCK~! THIS HUMAN COCK IS AMAZING!"
The couch creaked loudly beneath them. The neighboring stores probably heard everything. The thought sent a thrill through her, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. They had no idea that Supergirl was the one being taken apart like this.
"I LOVE THIS COCCKK~♡!"
"Who loves this cock!?"
"SUPERGIRL! SUPERGIRL DOES~♡! SHE LOVES THIS BIG, FAT COCKKK!"
This wasn't cosplay. This wasn't role play. This was the real deal.
The pizza guy grabbed her wrists and all of a sudden, began meeting her movements with equal fervor. It…it didn't make sense. Every time he thrust—
"O RAO—!"
He got her. Holding her wrists tight, she slammed into him. He went balls-deep, he went deeper than no Kryptonian ever could have gone. No, only this big dick human could have gone THIS deep.
"Thiiis fucking deeep~!" Supergirl ended up moaning out.
It was like…she could never overpower him, day or night. "Fuck, Kara," he groaned, his voice breaking. "T-tight!"
Supergirl breath came in short, desperate gasps as she felt the pressure building inside her, threatening to overwhelm her. She leaned back, her hands resting on his thighs as she moved faster, harder, chasing that sweet release.
"G-gonna…!"
"Me too!"
The sunlight streamed through the windows, wrapping around her like a warm embrace, and the alien goddess felt her pussy tighten around his mega cock as she came, her head falling back as a cry of pleasure escaped her lips.
The pizza guy followed moments later, his balls tensing as he spilled inside her, his hands gripping her wrists so tightly it would have hurt anyone else. But Supergirl barely noticed. She was too lost in the euphoria of it all, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. She collapsed backward into his chest.
For a moment, they just lay there on the deadbeat couch, his cock and her pussy still connected, their breathing ragged and uneven. Supergirl could feel his heart pounding beneath her, the steady rhythm grounding her. She smiled against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. "That was… incredible," she murmured, her voice soft and breathless.
The pizza guy chuckled, his hands stroking her back gently. "You're incredible," he replied. "I-I mean, really, it was an honour." He had no idea just how true that statement was. Kara bit her lip to keep from laughing, her heart swelling with a strange kind of affection for this man who had no idea who he was really with.
But then his stomach growled loudly, breaking the peaceful silence. Supergirl burst out laughing. "Heh! Hehe! Hahahaha! Hahaahaha…!"
…until she passed out.
The pizza guy smiled, letting her stay there. His cock warmed her. His fingers fixed the long strings of hair on her face.
Cum trickled down from where they were connected and pooled onto the floor. Imagine that: Supergirl on your dick, creampied, passed out, and smiling. It was a mess. A travesty for any and all Supergirl fans, but…it was their mess.
A normal pizza guy and the amazing Supergirl.
Who would have known?
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