Author's note:

This story is inspired by Lauv & LANY's song, "Mean It."

I kind of made Lena a bit of a bitch at the beginning of this story. My thinking is that she's hardening herself against any feelings she might have. Seems like a Luthor thing to do. Anyway, stay tuned… and thanks for reading!

Kara Danvers wasn't a quitter. She'd once said, 'I don't bend, I don't break, I don't stand down for anyone.' And she'd meant it.

But things were different with Lena. No, she couldn't give up. She couldn't. But the temptation was there, especially when the taste of Lena's lipstick remained on her own lips.

The CEO's smell would linger, surrounding her, for hours after she was gone, if only in Kara's mind. And that was probably the worst part, because despite being increasingly arousing, it was also a painful reminder that Lena wasn't there. That she'd left.

She always left.

It was never at Lena's penthouse that the two had their dalliances. No. It was always – only – at Kara's apartment. But that meant that after Lena was gone, Kara was stuck with the smell of her, and the feeling of Lena's lipstick smudged all over her.

Lena would show up at random, always carrying a bottle of champagne with her. It was an offering, like an olive branch, to repair their friendship. 'I'm sorry,' she'd say, referring to their most recent dalliance. 'I shouldn't have done that.'

But Kara knew she wasn't sorry, because after the glasses were poured and Lena had finished hers – Kara's left forgotten on the coffee table – Lena would always slide right back in. It would start with something small, like a touch on the back of Kara's hand while laughing hard at something only moderately funny, and end with smeared lipstick and slick fingers.

And then Lena would excuse herself and disappear abruptly, without messaging Kara, despite the hero's request that she text her when she got home. Kara was left alone in her bed, surrounded by the intoxicating smell of Lena's perfume and the stench of her own inability to set boundaries.

The days following, they'd see each other at work, and Lena would make sure to sit on Kara's desk, leaning over just enough for her cleavage to be at the reporter's eye level, all while talking about her conflicts with Jimmy Olsen. Kara wasn't sure what was more disgusting: the fact that Lena was sort of dating her ex or that Lena was complaining about him to her after fucking Kara the night before.

It sent Kara's head reeling, and it distracted her from work, so much so that the quality of her articles began to suffer, and Lena quickly noticed.

"What the hell is this?" Lena snapped, having pulled Kara into her office to scold her about her latest article.

Kara flinched.

"I…" she started, averting her gaze and not knowing how to respond.

Nothing she could say would be right, anyway. Lena was pissed.

"This," Lena barked, "is a fluff piece about Batwoman being gay. Who the fuck wants to read about Batwoman's sex life?"

"But it's not about her s—" Kara tried desperately, daring to look up only briefly before seeing the look of fury on Lena's face and dropping her gaze again.

"Save it."

Lena slapped the drafted article down before bracing herself on the desk, leaning over as her eyes darkened.

"I want you to write another piece," the CEO demanded, "and if it's garbage, I'll suspend you without pay until you remember how to write a good article with repute worthy of this magazine. We might be friends, Kara, but I'm also your boss and the CEO of this company." Then, as an afterthought, Lena told her, "Oh, and I want it tonight." Mouth agape, Kara stared, making Lena scowl and add, "Is that clear?"

The reporter nodded her understanding and rose from her seat like a beaten puppy, then waited to be released from the excruciating verbal assault.

Finally, after staring at her for several long moments, Lena asserted, "You can go."

Kara left the room, shutting her door silently behind her.

~!~!~

That night, Kara sat on her couch, alone in her apartment, and cried.

She had no idea what to do an article on, and she didn't want to ask Lena for advice when she was so furious. When they'd first begun a friendship, Lena always supported Kara and praised her work. But to be fair, the work Kara had been producing recently had been garbage. (Although she'd been relatively sure that the Batwoman article would go over well.) But the fairness of Lena's reaction didn't stop Kara's tears of shame as she hung her head in her hands.

This continued until she heard a soft knock at the door, which caused her to nearly leap off the couch in surprise as she scrambled for the door. Who could it possibly be? Surely, not Lena. Lena was way too pissed to—

But there she was, when Kara opened the door, champagne bottle in hand.

"Were you… Were you crying?" Lena asked abruptly, without greeting Kara.

Kara cleared her throat loudly – too loudly – and muttered, "I, uh. No. No, I was—I've got allergies."

Raising a skeptical eyebrow – Kara hated the delicacy of Lena's features – Lena looked her over.

"Well… I came to…"

But they both knew why she was there, so Kara held the door open, expressionless, and let Lena into the apartment. She knew how this was going to go. Lena would come in, pour her champagne, down the glass, and show Kara just how fucking angry she was.

Per their usual ritual, Lena poured them each a glass, and Kara ignored hers as she kept her gaze just slightly away from Lena, who was, as expected, downing the glass with fervor.

"Kara," Lena started her speech, looking at her seriously. "Look at me."

Swallowing hard and wanting to resist but knowing better than to do so, Kara looked up and met Lena's darkened gaze.

"I think maybe I wasn't clear today," Lena continued. "When I said tonight, I meant tonight."

"But tonight's not—" Kara tried, knowing that her plan had been to pull and all-nighter and finish the piece that evening.

But Lena was having none of it. Instead of letting Kara finish, she barked, "Save it, Kara. I gave you a deadline, and you ignored it. Now, tell me… Is that because you don't respect me?"

After her mouth had hung open for a few stunned moments, Kara managed to blurt, "No. No! No, Lena. Of course not! Of course I respect you!"

"Prove it," Lena demanded, setting her empty champagne glass down on the coffee table.

"H-How?" Kara stammered, confused by the request.

Cryptically, the hero's boss replied, "You know how, Kara."

Again, Kara's mouth hung open, finally picking up on the innuendo.

"Lena…"

Lena shook her head and said, voice lowered, "Prove that you respect me."

"Tell me what to do," Kara finally conceded, straightening up into a position of attention.

"Good girl," Lena cooed, her lips spreading into a smirk. "Hmm… So… How shall I have you make it up to me?"

"Anything you want," the blonde told her boss, then bit down on her lip.

She knew she was weak with Lena. She knew she would always give in. She couldn't quit her, even if she'd wanted to. It was toxic to Kara to give in to Lena's every whim and to let Lena use her for a good fuck at the end of a long day. She knew that. But she also knew that didn't matter. As soon as Lena looked at her, with any expression at all – anger, concern, joy, sadness – it was all over from there.

"Hmm…" Lena hummed, smirking and rising to her feet and pacing the living room slowly. "That offer is tempting."

Swallowing thickly, Kara took the hint and stood up, awkwardly waiting for Lena to make her usual move: inviting herself to Kara's bedroom. Sometimes she didn't want to wait, and they fucked on the couch, but tonight… Lena seemed particularly in control.

With one finger, Lena finally beckoned her to follow and made her way down the hall towards Kara's room. And of course, Kara followed.

"Get on the bed," Lena ordered, nodding toward the queen-sized mattress.

"Which way?" the blonde asked shyly, hesitating.

"On your knees."

A shiver electrified Kara's spine as she twitched and fumbled clumsily towards the bed, stripping off her clothes as she went. Once she was naked and on her knees on the bed, Lena let out a happy sigh and stroked Kara's bare backside with delicate fingertips.

"That's my good girl," Lena purred, leaning in and placing a kiss in the middle of Kara's left ass cheek.

Feeling her insides clench all at once – both from the praise and the possessive nickname – Kara flinched. My good girl, she'd said. But Kara wasn't her girl. Kara was her toy. Kara was just a thing to Lena. Sure, they were friends during breaks from work – good friends – but after hours… Kara was a tool to get Lena off. The possessive nature of what Lena had said was a painful reminder that the woman was, in fact, full of shit. Kara knew it, too, but chose to ignore and dive down deep into the water of her own delusion that Lena meant it. That she was her girl. That she was everything Lena needed, all in one person, so that she'd never have to share.

But this wasn't reality for longer than they were in bed together.

For now, Kara reasoned, she'd just let it happen. After all, it felt good to pretend. It felt good to be the one giving Lena what she needed, even if it was just a verbal punching bag.

There was a long silence as Lena admired Kara's body, something that surprised the hero to no end, given that Lena was usually abrupt, quick, and forceful. Something was different that night.

"I want you to put your fingers in your cunt and show me how wet you are," Lena finally said, having decided on her course of action.

This wasn't going to be a problem for Kara, given that she was already aching with want, despite the heartbreak she was feeling. Her body always had a pull towards Lena that she couldn't ignore, regardless of how badly she wanted to resist.

When her fingers slid up into her sex, Kara sucked in a sharp breath at the stimulation there, feeling more sensitive than usual from Lena drawing out the inevitable. The suspense was making her drip. As she pulled her fingers back out, she let out a breathy groan and nearly fell onto the bed.

"Show me," Lena ordered, stepping closer to the bed so that Kara could see her shadow approaching.

Kara's hand went out sideways, an awkward position to be in, to put the slickness of her fingers on display.

"Oh, Kara," Lena cooed, once again stroking her ass, this time with her whole palm. "You are ready, aren't you?"

Kara just nodded, without words, so Lena brought her hand back and slapped her ass, hard, making the hero yelp. Of course, it didn't hurt, but it startled Kara and sent tingles all the way through her body, which she greatly appreciated in the moment.

"I asked you a question," Lena explained.

"Yes, ma'am. Yes, I'm ready." Then, when Lena just stood there, smirking and humming softly, Kara whined, "Please. Please hit me again."

Raising an eyebrow of surprise, Lena drawled out the question, "You liked that, Miss Danvers?"

Frantically nodding before remembering she had to speak, Kara stammered, "Y-Yes. P-Please."

Her thighs were already shaking from the anticipation of stimulation, so she simply couldn't help the pleas that were tumbling from her lips, one hundred percent without intention or permission from her reasonable mind. Thankfully, Lena obliged, slapping her hand hard across Kara's ass again, making Kara's body jerk forward, her face landing in the pillow.

Silently, Lena removed her clothes.

She was calmer and more collected than she'd ever been with Kara, and still very much in control, which was made clear to the compromised reporter when Lena said, "I'm going to fuck you raw."

Kara thought she might faint. Usually, they just did it. There wasn't a bunch of taunting and build-up. Hardly any foreplay at all. They just fucked. But this time… Lena was dragging it out, and it was making Kara delirious with want.

"P-Please," she whimpered, gripping the sheets in her fists. Then, she added, "Please, Miss Luthor," knowing full well that Lena liked this title in the bedroom, in all its formality.

It helped them both forget that they were friends and allowed them to fall into Lena's fantasy.

Saying nothing, Lena approached Kara's bedside table, knowing that this was where Kara kept her toys, and removed a strap-on from the drawer, fastening it around her hips with the ease of an expert. Even just hearing the drawer open made Kara wonder if she was going to pass out, or if she'd barely survive the encounter. Then, all she could hear was Lena's slow, controlled breathing.

Soon after, Kara felt the weight on the bed shift as Lena climbed up behind her. Once more, she slapped Kara's ass, then lined the toy up with Kara's entrance.

Usually, Lena at least had the courtesy to ask, 'You ready?' but this time, there was no warning. The toy was jammed as far it would go into Kara's sex, making her scream.

"Lena!" Kara shouted. "Fuck!"

Already pulling her hips away and snapping them back against Kara's ass, Lena went back into her default sexual pace: fast and rough. Kara had to hold on to the bedframe to keep her head from slamming into the wall with every thrust from Lena's hips, and in that moment, she didn't mind at all.

"Lena! Lena. Lena, Lena, Lena," she panted, unable to form any other words. It stayed "Lena" for a while, until Lena grabbed her hair and tugged her head back. Then, teeth were suddenly sinking into her shoulder, and Kara was crying out again, this time bucking back hard against her lover and screaming, "FUCK."

"Don't cum!" Lena commanded, yanking on the hair she had fisted in her hand again.

"Oh, Rao," Kara moaned. "Rao, Lena."

"Don't cum," Lena warned, using her free hand to reach down and start working her own clit as she pumped in a little slower to keep her hand steady.

"Lena, I can't," Kara panted. Then, suddenly realizing she'd been saying Lena's first name without punishment, she quickly corrected herself, "P-Please, Miss Luthor. Please, let me cum."

"No!" Lena barked, jerking on her hair a third time, making Kara gasp with pleasure.

Kara couldn't lie. She liked to be roughed up. Liked feeling it all burn. Liked losing control. But she wasn't sure she could hold back the orgasm threatening to strike with every thrust of Lena's hips. Even a Super can't hold back a storm.

"M-Miss Luthor," the blonde moaned, leaving her head tilted back for Lena's easy access. "P-Please. I c-can't hold it anymore!"

Finally, Lena had worked herself up enough to reach her own peak, so she panted, "Now. Now, Supergirl."

Kara let out a scream as her climax tore through her, bucking back against the strap-on buried deep inside her. Reflexively, her hands reached backwards to grab onto Lena and landed on her thighs.

"I love you like this," Lena mused, when they'd both finally rode out the last waves of their orgasms. "Desperate. Waiting for me. Face in the pillow. Eagerly trying to get more of my cock. Thoroughly fucked."

Kara was sure she must have been blushing from her forehead all the way down her neck, because the flame that erupted inside her was insatiable and unending, bordering on incapacitating. She almost fainted, and probably would have, had Lena not dragged her nails down Kara's back – hard – which would have left long, red marks in their wake as they made Kara's back arch, had she not been an impervious Kryptonian.

"Oh, Rao," Kara breathed, finally collapsing flat on the bed, face still buried in the pillow. Another "Oh, Rao," escaped her lips when Lena pulled the shaft out.

"Roll over," Lena said firmly, dismounting.

Kara did as she was told and waited for Lena's next move. Were they going again? But then, Kara saw Lena's face – the look of lust and complete disregard for her feelings – and her stomach flipped. Without warning, Lena was climbing on top of her and moving towards her face.

When their lips were almost touching, Kara's heart stopped, and she blurted, "Wait!" Lena looked shocked and almost offended, but Kara explained, "D-Don't… P-Please don't k-kiss me right now."

It was too much, Kara realized. She could handle the fuck. She could handle that kind of interaction. Well, just barely. But she couldn't handle the intimacy of a kiss anymore, and she knew that if she'd allowed Lena to kiss her as they always had, it would have become unbearable, and she didn't want to cry.

Then, Lena replied simply, "Very well." Then, abruptly as always, Lena got off the bed, sliding gracefully back into her clothes as she announced, "I expect that piece on my desk when I get into the office in the morning, Kara. And please, do give me some quality journalism, not a fluff piece."

Kara, still completely melted into the mattress, gripped the sheets and started to cry, despite her best efforts, imagining what it would have been like, had she allowed Lena to kiss her, and how much more time she would've gotten with her that evening.