Being a pizza guy didn't mean solely delivering. It meant staying at the cash register to get paid overtime. It meant bending to your bosses' orders no matter what they said.
Sigh.
Whatever. Work was work and money was money. Gotham might have been cheap as shit to live in but the insurance was sky high.
The pizza guy had seen a lot of people come and go during his time working at Gino's Slice, but some faces just had a way of sticking with him. It was late, the neon sign in the window buzzing, and the usual Gotham nighttime gloom pressed against the glass.
The streets were quiet that night. Too quiet. He was used to hearing distant sirens or the occasional sound of some guy screaming down an alleyway, but for once, there was just… peace.
And then the bell rang.
He looked up from the cash register as the door swung open, revealing a woman who—for some reason—instantly stood out.
She was blonde, maybe mid-twenties, with a girl-next-door kind of beauty that made him do a double-take. She wore glasses that framed her bright blue eyes, and something about her gave off an energy that felt out of place in Gotham. She wasn't hunched over, she wasn't avoiding eye contact, and she wasn't looking over her shoulder like she expected something to jump out at her. Instead, she carried herself with an easy kind of confidence, smiling warmly as she approached the counter.
"Hi! Can I get a medium pizza? Oh, and two garlic dipping sauces, please," the pretty blonde said, her voice light and cheerful. A woman like this should have made him nervous but it didn't. Again, it was like that hot next door neighbour, he managed to smile and nod.
"Sure thing," the pizza guy replied, punching the order into the register.
That was it. A normal interaction. He made her pizza, brought it back, and she smiled before walking out the door, leaving him wondering why she stuck in his mind so much.
And then it happened again.
The second night. His boss told him for the rest of the week, he had to handle the cash register at night. Okay, cool. Whatever. Annoying but whatever.
The bell rang. He looked up.
Her again.
Same order. Same smile. He found himself paying more attention this time—how her hair caught the glow of the neon sign, the way she hummed under her breath while waiting. He watched as she paid in exact change, thanked him, and left.
Night three.
The blonde came back.
This time, he was ready for it.
"Medium pizza, two garlic sauces?" he asked before she could even speak.
Her blue eyes widened before she grinned. "Haha, yeah, good memory! Yeah, that's the one."
He nodded, trying not to feel too proud of himself. She hummed a tune again while waiting—something familiar but just out of reach in his mind. When he handed her the pizza, she gave him a small, knowing smile before heading out.
Night four.
"Hey, welcome back," he said as soon as she stepped inside.
Her lips twitched in amusement. "Thanks! Guess I come here a lot, huh?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
"Best pizza in Gotham," she said with a wink before taking her order.
And for some reason, that small bit of praise made his entire night.
Night five. Almost a week. By now, it was routine. The hot blonde arrived like clockwork, same order, same smile.
But that night, it was raining. She stepped in, shaking droplets from her hair, her glasses fogged up.
"Jeez, it's really coming down out there," she said, pushing her glasses up.
He grabbed a handful of napkins and handed them over. "Here."
"Oh, wow, thanks! You're a lifesaver."
She wiped her glasses, and he watched as she squinted at him, tilting her head slightly, almost like she was really looking at him for the first time. It made his pulse jump for a second.
"See you tomorrow?" she asked, grabbing her pizza.
He smiled. "I'll be here."
Night six. The young woman came in a little later than usual, looking more tired than normal. He swore he saw a bruise mark on her wrist.
"Long day?" he asked as he rang up her order.
"You have no idea," she said, rubbing her temples. "Some people are just… exhausting."
"Well, I think pizza makes everything better."
Her tired face lit up. "You get me." She took her pizza and, before leaving, added, "Thanks, by the way. For, you know… remembering me."
"Why wouldn't I? You seem amazing."
She blinked and if his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, she went a little red. And that? That stuck with him for the rest of the night.
So for the next night, his legs wiggled and he kept eyeing the door. At this point, he was expecting her. It felt like waiting for a regular customer, except it wasn't just any regular—it was her.
She arrived a little earlier than usual. The store had some people whose orders he fulfilled. And this night, she didn't just grab her order and go. Instead, she sat down and pulled out her laptop.
The bell chimed as another customer left, and the place was quieter now, with just the low hum of the kitchen, the occasional beep from the register, and the hot blonde typing like crazy.
The pizza guy didn't want to disturb her. She seemed locked in. So he waited. Waited, waited, waited…
'Ah, now.'
She waved him over, a playful little grin on her lips. "Sorry about that, have some work to do." She gestured to her laptop and cleared her throat. "Ahem, so, do I have to order at the counter, or can I just tell you from here?"
The pizza chuckled and joked, "I think I can make a very rare exception."
"Good. Medium pizza, two garlic sauces."
"Is it that good," he teased.
"Definitely." She grinned before adjusting her bag. That was when he noticed it—a pin on her jacket, small and circular, with a distinct design. His curiosity got the better of him.
"Oh, you go to Gotham University?" he asked, gesturing toward the pin. "Doing an assignment?"
She blinked before glancing down at it. "Oh! No, actually. I'm here for an exchange program. I'm really from Metropolis."
'Metropolis?'
Yeah, that definitely made sense.
Because if there was one thing he knew, it was that nobody from Gotham smiled like that when working.
***
The night had been quiet. Too quiet.
The Gotham pizza guy stood behind the counter, leaning on the register, absentmindedly tapping his fingers against the surface. It was late, and the streets outside were dark, the neon sign in the window casting a soft red glow inside the small pizza joint.
Another night, another set of expectations.
'I wonder when she's coming—'
Then the door swung open—hard. The bell clanged violently.
He barely had a second to register the figure storming inside, face covered with a ski mask, a pistol flashing under the fluorescent lights.
"Cash. Now."
The pizza guy froze.
The gun pointed straight at him, and suddenly, his entire body felt like it had been dunked in ice water.
"Hey, you deaf? Open the register!" the robber barked, stepping closer and most importantly with the gun locked, loaded, and pointed.
He swallowed thickly. Okay, just stay calm. His fingers moved to the cash drawer, fumbling as he popped it open. The guy was impatient, waving the gun in agitation.
"Faster."
"Y-yeah, okay, man, just—just take it easy," he muttered, stuffing bills into a plastic bag the guy had tossed onto the counter.
"Stop right there."
The voice rang out, clear, commanding, and feminine. Very feminine. The pizza guy's head snapped up. Standing in the doorway, hands firmly on her hips, was her.
Supergirl.
The small red skirt. The flowing cape. The golden "S" emblazoned across her chest.
The robber whirled toward her, gun raised.
Supergirl sighed. "Really?"
In a blur, in what felt like a snap, gun was in pieces. Pieces falling from her hand, just… dismantling in the air, screws and parts falling harmlessly to the floor. Every tiny insignificant piece that had been stripped.
The robber had no time to react before she was on him, gripping his jacket and hoisting him from his feet like he weighed nothing. He kicked, he roared, and it all ceased when her grip tightened. This woman was too much. She was as inhumane as Bane—no, more inhumane.
"Gotham's got enough problems without people like you making it worse," Supergirl said with a shake of her head.
The robber flailed. "L-let me go, man!"
"Oh, don't worry, I will."
With casual ease, she turned and marched toward the door. Just outside, a pair of cops had pulled up, no doubt responding to the silent alarm the pizza guy had definitely not remembered pressing. They were locals that often patrolled. The pizza guy got lucky.
No, wait, they cops got lucky. If it wasn't for Supergirl, things might have gone much, much worse.
Supergirl dropped the would-be criminal onto the hood of the cop car. "There. All yours."
The officers stared in stunned silence before quickly moving to apprehend the guy.
And just like that, the crisis was over.
The pizza guy, meanwhile, had not moved. He was still gripping the cash register, heart hammering, mind reeling.
Supergirl flew back into the store and did not exactly return to Earth. She looked down on him with that smile—the kind that looked like it belonged on a poster for hope and justice. "You okay?"
The pizza guy blinked. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
He was looking at Supergirl.
Supergirl.
In his pizza place.
"Oh—uh—y-yeah, I mean—wow. You—wow." He swallowed. "That was… that was amazing."
Supergirl gave a curt nod. "Thanks. Just doing my job."
His brain, still scrambled from the adrenaline, did the only logical thing it could think of.
"C-could I—uh—could I get an autograph?"
Supergirl raised an eyebrow before breaking into a laugh. "Sure!"
He scrambled for something—anything—to write on. In his panic, he grabbed a napkin. Supergirl took it, using the pen he shakily offered, and in neat cursive, wrote:
Stay strong! - Supergirl
The alien superheroine handed it back and he took it with the reverence of a man receiving a holy artifact.
"Th-thank you," he breathed.
Supergirl smiled again. "Anytime."
In a gust of wind, she was gone—blasting out of the store and soaring into the night sky, her red cape fluttering behind her.
The pizza guy stood there in his measly shop, napkin in hand, completely overwhelmed.
"Holy crap," he muttered, looking down at the autograph.
He had just met Supergirl.
And she was even hotter in person.
***
An hour had passed, but the pizza guy was still buzzing. He kept glancing at the napkin, carefully tucked beside the register, reading the words over and over.
Stay strong! - Supergirl.
It didn't even feel real.
Then the bell over the door jingled.
He looked up.
Kara Danvers walked in, her usual bright smile on her face, blue eyes twinkling behind her glasses. She had her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket, looking as effortlessly casual as ever.
"Hey! You alright?" Kara asked, tilting her head.
The pizza guy blinked. "Huh?"
"I, uh, saw a bunch of cop cars outside earlier," she explained, stepping up to the counter. "Something happen?"
Oh, right. 'Metropolis girl. Usually, cops don't mean anything.'
"Oh, man—" He grinned, still high on excitement. "You're not gonna believe this. Supergirl was here."
Kara's eyebrows shot up. "Supergirl? No way."
"Yes way! A guy tried to rob the place, and then—bam! She just showed up outta nowhere, stopped him in, like, two seconds, and then just—" He made a dramatic swooshing motion. "Gone. It was insane!"
Kara let out a little chuckle, pushing her glasses up. "You're not pulling my leg?"
"No way. Get this—" He practically vibrated as he reached for the napkin. "She gave me an autograph."
He held it up like it was a sacred relic.
Kara leaned in, adjusting her glasses as if inspecting it closely. "Wow. Stay strong." She nodded, lips parted, pretending to be genuinely surprised. "That's her signature. I'm from Metropolis so I know! Wow, you're lucky!"
"Right?!"
"That is so cool!" Kara said, nodding enthusiastically, her best "impressed" expression plastered on her face. "Man, I can't believe you actually met her! I've never met her and I'm from Metropolis!"
"A-anyway…" Flushed red from excitement, he cleared his throat and went back to his old self. "The usual?"
"The usual."
"Coming right up!"
Kara stood by the counter, glancing around nonchalantly, but every now and then, she stole a glance at him. He was still grinning to himself as he worked, clearly riding the high of the experience.
A warm feeling settled in her chest.
He really was adorable.
Kara kept her smile small and secret as she waited for her order.
***
The pizza guy had been through worse.
That was the thought running through his head as he stepped into the dimly lit hallway of the rundown apartment building. The air smelled like cigarette smoke and cheap cologne, and the flickering overhead light cast everything in a sickly yellow hue.
Still, a job was a job, and a delivery was a delivery.
He glanced down at the receipt. First floor, third room. Easy enough.
Balancing the five boxes in one hand, he knocked on the door with the other. There was a long pause before heavy footsteps approached. The door creaked open, just a crack at first, and then swung wide.
Oh.
The pizza guy immediately wished he had called in sick today.
The men inside were massive. Like, cartoonishly jacked. They barely fit inside their clothes, muscles straining against tank tops and ripped jackets. But that wasn't the worst part. Their eyes—a burning red glow, veins pulsing unnaturally along their thick necks.
Venom.
He knew what this was. He had read about them online. Bane's Streetgang. Thugs who worshipped Bane, enhanced themselves with Venom, and terrorized the streets.
"Look what we got here," one of them grunted, cracking his knuckles. His arms were practically the size of the pizza guy's entire torso. "Delivery boy."
"Come in," another said. It wasn't a request.
The pizza guy took an instinctive step back. "Uh, y'know, I'd love to, but I really should be—"
A thick, calloused hand grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him inside.
The door slammed shut behind him.
The room was dark, cluttered with weights, beer bottles, and God-knows-what-else. The walls were covered in Bane-inspired graffiti—masks, fists, and the words "BREAK THEM" spray-painted in blood-red.
He gulped. Oh no.
One of the men grabbed a pizza box off the stack and opened it. "Smells good," he muttered.
"Relax, we didn't bring him here for pizza," another snapped. He turned to the pizza guy. "We need information."
"I—information?" he stammered.
"You work at that pizza joint, yeah?"
He nodded quickly.
"We need a new front," the man continued. "A place where we can keep shipments moving. Your store looks nice. Busy enough to stay under the radar, quiet enough that no one asks questions."
The pizza guy's stomach twisted. They wanted to use his workplace as a cover operation?
The leader stepped closer, looming over him. "Who's your boss? What hours do you work? How many employees?"
The pizza guy hesitated, mumbling something under his breath.
"What was that?"
"I, uh—"
"Speak up."
The leader cracked his knuckles. Around him, the others stretched, rolling their shoulders, muscles flexing ominously.
'Oh no. Is this where I die? Is this where they torture me?'
The wall exploded. The pizza guy thought this would be the end. That Bane himself was here to snap his back like a twig. Brick and plaster rained down as something—no, someone—barreled through the concrete like it was tissue paper.
'Is it Bane? Is it Killer Croc? No, it's…'
A blonde figure hovered in the wreckage, hands on her hips, cape billowing.
"S-Supergirl!"
The room fell silent. The pizza guy's jaw nearly hit the floor.
The gangsters took a step back, eyes wide with fear. Except for the leader.
"It's just a girl!" the leader snarled. "Don't buy into the fake shit! She ain't invincible! Take her down!"
The leader lunged at her, throwing a punch—and immediately regretted it. With a sickening crack, his knuckles shattered against her unmoving cheek. Supergirl barely blinked. The leader howled in pain, cradling his broken hand.
"Oh, sorry about that. That looked like it hurt."
Her eyes began to glow red.
A thin, controlled beam of heat vision shot forward, melting the guy's belt buckle clean off. His pants dropped, and he let out a very undignified yelp as he stumbled backward.
The other gangsters panicked.
"PUMP UP!" one of them yelled.
They reached into their jackets, yanking out Venom injectors and slamming them into their arms. Veins bulged, muscles swelled, and their already massive forms grew even larger.
Supergirl sighed. "Oh, boys, boys. Unless those things turn you into Doomsday, this is just sad."
The first thug lunged—only for Supergirl to flick him in the forehead. The six-foot-five, Venom-enhanced, mountain of a man was sent flying across the room, crashing into a shelf like he had been hit by a truck.
Another tried to grab her from behind.
Without even looking, she gently nudged him backward with her index finger—sending him through the door and into the hallway wall.
The pizza guy? He was on the ground, trying not to get trampled.
It was like watching a storm tear through the room.
Supergirl blitzed from one side to the other, effortlessly dodging swings, tapping people into unconsciousness, and leaving a trail of groaning bodies. Every time she moved, the air whooshed past him.
At one point, a guy was thrown clear over his head. The pizza guy pressed himself against the floor, praying he wouldn't get caught in the crossfire.
When the dust finally settled, everyone was down.
Except for her.
Supergirl landed gently, dusting off her skirt. "Whew. That was fun."
The pizza guy slowly peeked up.
All around him, huge, beefed-up, probably-murderous men were completely unconscious.
Supergirl turned to him and smiled. "Hey. You okay?"
His legs felt like jelly.
"Uh-huh," he managed.
Supergirl offered her hand. He took it, and—wow. Her grip was soft, but strong.
"I called the GCPD," Supergirl said. "These guys should be put away soon."
"Oh. Oh, good."
Supergirl glanced at his still-shaking legs. "Want me to take you home?"
"Uh, um…" He was not a fighter and he wasn't ashamed by getting saved by Supergirl of all people. "S-sure. Okay."
Smiling, the attractive blonde gestured him to come close. What was he supposed to grab? Her waist? Her ass? Awkwardly, he shuffled close and Supergirl cooly swept him off his feet.
"Oh!"
He was airborne.
The wind rushed past him as they soared over Gotham, the neon lights and dark rooftops stretching below.
His arms were wrapped around her neck, and—holy crap—she smelled good. Like something fresh and sweet but not overpowering. A mix of peaches and strawberries.
Also, she was soft.
And warm.
And absurdly pretty.
From this close, he could see the slight glow of her skin under the city lights, the way her blonde hair whipped in the wind, the confident curve of her lips.
Supergirl was amazing, a goddess in human flesh.
"Not too bad, right?" she asked, glancing at him.
"Yeah," he said, voice barely above a whisper.
She laughed. "Glad to hear it."
As they flew over Gotham, the pizza guy could only stare—completely in awe of the incredible, unstoppable, and ridiculously gorgeous woman carrying him through the night sky.
Second to her was the view. Gotham was somehow pretty and creepy and to a native, it was everything he had hoped. The stench was lighter with her speed so all he could experience were the lights and the architecture. Everything that made Gotham what it was.
"Wow…"
"Trust me, Metropolis is much better than this," she remarked.
"R-right."
"You disagree?" she asked, smiling.
"A-a bit. Gotham has its charm."
"And its own pride. I thought most people in Gotham hated it here."
"No, um, not me."
"So, where do you live? No need for directions, I should be able to find the address. X-ray vision," Supergirl explained.
As much as he wanted to go home, he couldn't.
Not yet.
Still being held in Supergirl's arms as they flew over Gotham, the pizza guy cleared his throat. "Oh, ah, as much as I'd love to just crash on my couch after all this, I can't."
Supergirl raised an eyebrow and they stopped. "Oh?"
"Yeah. Store policy. If an order isn't paid for, it has to be documented. Otherwise, I'm the one getting chewed out for it."
Supergirl actually laughed at that. "Wow. Gotham really doesn't mess around, huh?"
"I think it's just basic store policy…"
"Well, alright then. Back to the pizza place it is."
And with that, she adjusted her grip and veered through the night sky, heading back toward his workplace.
The flight was just as breathtaking as before, but this time, the pizza guy was more focused on her.
On the way her blonde hair shimmered under the city lights.
On the way her cape billowed behind her like something straight out of a comic book.
On the way she held him—strong but gentle, like it was the easiest thing in the world.
And she smelled amazing.
Before he knew it, they landed in front of the pizza shop.
His feet touched the pavement, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he was standing on solid ground again.
Supergirl lingered just outside the shop, her hands on her hips, waiting for him to speak.
He took a breath, still reeling from everything. "Uh… thanks. For, y'know, saving my butt back there."
Supergirl grinned. "It's what I do."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Still. I owe you one. So if you ever need pizza, it's on the house."
Her eyes twinkled. "Oh? For free?"
"Well… if I can afford it," he admitted. "It's going to come out of my own pocket."
"Aw, don't worry about it then. I'm just happy to see you smile!"
"T-thank you…"
That made her giggle, a cute, musical sound that sent his heart racing. Although afterward, she did something… strange. Not too strange, just a bit…off. Supergirl clasped her hands behind her back, shifting slightly, her weight rocking onto her heels.
It was almost as if she was… expecting something. Almost. She probably didn't even realize it herself.
And before he could overthink it—
He just went for it. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Soft. Warm. She smelled like sunshine.
Supergirl froze. She turned red. Bright red. Her eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, her entire expression caught somewhere between shock and panic.
"I—uh—wh—I mean—it's just—uh—th-this is just the job of a hero! It's nothing! No big deal! Haha!"
She was stammering.
Supergirl. Stammering.
Without another word, she shot into the sky, completely flustered—
The pizza guy, for just a split second, got a clear, accidental view of her red panties beneath her skirt.
Wow.
He stood there, staring up at the night sky.
What. A. Night.
***
The morning rush at the pizza place was slow. Gotham wasn't exactly a city of early risers—especially not the kind of people who wanted pizza at 9 a.m. The pizza guy, leaning on the counter with a coffee in hand, was just about to zone out when the familiar chime of the doorbell rang.
He looked up.
And there she was.
Kara Danvers.
Looking… way too cute for this early in the morning.
She was wearing a simple yellow sundress under a denim jacket, her blonde hair tied back into a ponytail with a few loose strands framing her face. And her glasses? They just made her look adorable.
"Ah, the usual?" the pizza guy said. There was a bit more confidence. Getting a gun pulled on him in one night and being attacked by a wannabe Bane gang the other night and having Supergirl save him in both instances made him feel safe.
"Oh, erm…"
The pizza guy was already halfway to inputting the number into the cash register when she reached forward and grabbed his wrist. "W-wait! Um, I'm not here to, ah…"
"Oh, sure. Something new then?"
Blink, blink. The pizza guy waited. Kara chewed on her bottom lip and suddenly couldn't look at him.
"N-no, not that. Not pizza."
So…why was she here? To what? Talk to him? He wanted to laugh, that sounded stupid, until he looked at her again. Kara was taking deep breaths, visibly nervous, then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"So, um…" Kara started, flashing him a smile. "Are you up for a cup of coffee?"
"Huh?"
"Coffee. Cup of coffee. There's a café nearby that we can, ah…" She was blushing, then suddenly, she was mortified. "W-wait, um, do you have a girlfriend?"
The pizza guy blinked. Realizing he was just standing there like an idiot, he shook himself out of it.
"Oh! Oh, yes—" Kara went pale and apologized profusely, and the pizza guy scrambled to correct himself. "What I mean is no! No, no—no girlfriend. I meant yes to the coffee. I just had some, but I'd… I'd definitely have another. With you."
"Oh. Oh, okay." So much relief crossed her face. It was like the weight of the world was lifted from her. Kara's sigh of relief turned into a giggle. "Great then! You're off soon, right?"
"Yeah, actually. Like, in an hour."
"Perfect," she said, rocking slightly on her heels. "I'll be back then."
And just like that, she left, leaving him standing there with his heart hammering against his ribs.
Was this real life?
Did a hot blonde just ask him out?
***
An hour later, exactly like he asked, Kara came back and she was stunning.
Her outfit had changed—now she wore a form-fitting red skirt that sat low on her hips and a white blouse that made her blue eyes pop.
The pizza guy gulped.
"Ready?" Kara asked, smiling way too happily.
"Y-yeah," he managed, rubbing the back of his neck.
They stepped out of the pizza place, only for the sky to crack open with a sudden downpour.
Gotham weather. Of course.
Kara squeaked as raindrops hit her. "Ah! Okay, plan B—wanna just go to my place?"
The pizza guy looked at her again, wide-eyed. Everything she said caught him off-guard. "Y-your place?"
"Yeah," Kara said casually, brushing wet strands of hair from her face. "Unless you want to stand in the rain?"
"…Nope, your place sounds great."
***
He took a taxi to her place. Kara seemed to enjoy checking out Gotham's weather and the dark ambience came with it. She constantly pointed to random alleyways and noted architecture and strange events that he could only scarcely say he saw.
Kara was a college student. A bit on the richer side of the class struggle and her apartment…
It was nice. Cozy. It reflected her bright, sunny Metropolis girly-girl self. A bookshelf filled with actual books (not just for decoration). A warm couch. Cute knick-knacks. It smelled like vanilla and something uniquely Kara.
"So," Kara said, plopping onto the couch. "Rain ruined our date, hm?"
"A little," he admitted with a weak chuckle.
Kara hummed in thought. She was thinking, thinking, thinking…light bulb! "Oh! Let's play Twenty Questions!"
"Oh, okay."
"Hey, you don't think it's a good idea? It is, it's fun!" Kara defended. "And, to make it more interesting—" she wiggled her eyebrows "—we take a shot for every question."
The pizza guy blinked.
"O-okay."
"C'mon," Kara grinned, standing up and heading to the kitchen. "I've got wine."
Twenty Questions with wine. Okay, he could deal with this. The pair sat cross-legged on the couch, bottle of wine on the table, two glasses in hand.
Kara poured the first shot.
"Alright, first question," she smirked. "What's your most embarrassing story?"
The pizza guy rubbed the back of his head. "T-that's…"
Kara laughed. "Rules are rules!"
Sighing, he downed his shot, then admitted, "Okay, so… one time, I was delivering pizza, and I tripped—face-first—into some lady's, uh…" He coughed. "You know. Boobs."
Kara blinked rapidly.
"And it happened twice."
Kara cackled. Her laugh was so pure. "I'll drink to it then!"
"R-right. My turn now, right?"
"Yep! Ask anything!"
"Do you…have siblings?" Yeah, he was more innocent than her. Too nice for his own good.
"No siblings but I do have a cousin who I consider a brother. Big farm guy. If this gets past a first date, I'll have you meet him."
"S-sure."
Meeting family already? This chick was also too nice for her own good. She drank.
"Have you ever left Gotham?" Kara asked.
"No. Been here my whole life."
They went back and forth with questions. Kara was a very curious individual and did not hold back. The pizza guy was much nicer.
"Do you have a job?" the pizza guy asked.
"Nope, full time student for now! Kinda! I do have a side-gig, technically but it doesn't make me any money."
"So like volunteer work."
A bright smile. "Yep, exactly. Volunteer work!"
They drank. At this point, after eight questions, Kara's cheeks were slightly flushed—but not from the wine.
'Is she even tipsy?'
The pizza guy, on the other hand, was feeling a little warm. Not drunk, just… light. By the tenth question, they were giggling. By the fifteenth, they had inched closer on the couch. By the nineteenth, he was staring into her eyes, deep into those bright blue oceans.
His heart pounded.
Kara smiled.
The final question.
"So."
"So…?"
"…Would you kiss me?"
The pizza guy froze.
His breath hitched.
Kara's lips were so close.
Her eyes were so bright, so warm, so everything.
And suddenly—
They were kissing.
Soft. Slow. Electric.
She tasted like vanilla and wine and something sweet.
Her fingers curled into his shirt.
His hand found her waist.
The world blurred.
It was just them.
The pizza guy was a normal horny guy but Kara Danvers? She was more than that. She was arguably the third strongest woman on the planet. Kara Danvers was Supergirl.
The civilian Supergirl felt her heart race, her Kryptonian senses hyper-aware of every detail—the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, the faint scent of rain and pizza on his skin.
Kara went for a second kiss after the brief end of the first. It was a soft, tentative kiss, a question more than a statement. The pizza guy froze for a second, really wondering if this was reality, then kissed her back, his hands hesitantly gripping her waist tighter.
The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing closer together. Kara's hands slid up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. 'He's so nervous,' Kara thought, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.
"You're shaking," Kara whispered.
The pizza guy let out a shaky laugh. "Sorry. I, uh, I don't usually do this."
"Neither do I," Kara admitted, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "But I'm glad we are."
She kissed him again, more confidently this time, her tongue brushing against his lips. He moaned softly, his hands tangling in her hair. Kara could feel the heat building between them, her body craving more.
Her hand trailed down his chest, lingering over the waistband of his jeans. Here was the thing with her X-ray vision and the potential perviness of it: at some point, sausages got boring. After years and years of it, it just got boring, so she stopped. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly unzipped his pants, her eyes locking with his as she did.
The pizza guy's breath hitched, his eyes wide with surprise. "Kara, I—"
"Shh," she whispered, her fingers sliding into his boxers. Her eyes widened as she felt the size of him, her hand wrapping around his semi-erect cock. 'H-holy Rao,' she thought. 'T-this isn't…'
Her fingers attempted to touch. She couldn't see the cock, only feel it and yet…
"I-I've never seen anything like this in Kr—in, uh… Canada," she stammered, quickly correcting herself. The pizza guy raised an eyebrow but didn't question her slip.
Her fingers attempted to stroke him and she felt him grow even harder, thick and heavy in her hand. Easily, it was double the size of a normal cock. She did not dare to use her X-ray vision, not yet. The giant swell in his pants formed from his cock and her one hand.
"K-Kara…!"
She smiled, her blue eyes locking onto his. "Just relax," she whispered, her other hand resting on his thigh.
Her strokes were slow and experimental, her super-soft hands gliding over him with ease. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing inch of him. The pizza guy's hands gripped the edge of the couch.
Kara's own arousal grew as she watched him, his face contorted in pleasure. She could feel the power she had over him, and it thrilled her.
As for the pizza guy himself?
'T-this is…! Holy fuuuck! This is the best handjob I've ever had!'
Such soft hands! Such fast hands! E-everything about her…
It was just divine! His cock was lurching forward, fully erect and fully wanting to unload. All his balls understood was that a great pleasure was emerging. That these strokes were a one in a million.
Kara subtly increased her speed, using just a hint of her super-speed. The pizza guy's eyes rolled back, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. "Kara, I'm gonna—"
"A-am I doing this right?" A cocky smile worked its way on her lips when he groaned. She went faster. "Heh."
He came with a strangled cry, his body jerking as his release shot onto her hand and his boxers and pants. Kara watched in awe, his cock spasming and trashing his pants. Liquid quickly seeped through like a leaky pipe. Cum trailed down his thighs and onto her floor.
Kara didn't care.
She…she did it. "I made him cum," she said, eyes wide and giggling.
The pizza guy collapsed back onto the couch. But his cock…it was still twitching. Still fighting. Still cumming?
"L-let me…"
Let me suck you off.
Let me clean you like they do in porn.
That was what she wanted to say, but Kara's glasses-wearing self was not a facade. It was her. She could be nervous. She could be feeble and meek. She could want to touch a big, fat cock and suck it off.
Kara Danvers kneeled on the soft carpet, her heart racing as she looked up at the pizza guy sitting on her couch. His eyes were wide, his breath shallow, and his hands gripped the edge of the cushion like he was holding on for dear life. She could feel the nervous energy radiating off him, but it only made her more determined to put him at ease.
Here was the thing with Kara—she didn't know how hot she was. She didn't understand the power she had over men. She caused the pizza guy to cum early.
She flicked her blonde hair behind her ear, her blue eyes locking onto his. 'So cute,' she thought, her cheeks flushing. His cock was literally straining against his jeans, the seams coming apart, and the sight made her mouth water.
She made a move to take off his pants. The pizza guy lifted himself to let her help him.
Thwap!
"Ah!"
A giant cock dropped on her face. The pizza guy apologized but she did not hear him. Twelve inches of pure, throbbing masculinity smacked her into a state of utter shock and obedience. This cock, this giant monster schlong, it was everything she had ever wanted from a cock. It was…
"H-h-huh? Huh?"
Suddenly, it felt like she was dreaming. The oozing stench was thick yet comforting. The type that wanted her to shove her face in his balls.
"Something wrong?" the pizza guy asked, polite and nervous.
"I-it's so big!"
"Oh. Um, thank you."
"S-so big…y-you really wouldn't find this on…"
She bit her bottom lip, eyes wide and hypnotized. No man in Krypton could claim to be this hung. No way. This human shattered records. This human was just…
Her cunt squeezed. Her panties, the same ones she wore as Supergirl, were drenched. Just by seeing this cock, her alien biology responded.
It wanted this monster cock. This monster cock which had just cum and was slick with cum.
Her hand wrapped around the base and she couldn't help but marvel at the sheer girth of him. "My fingers don't even touch. Wow…!"
His erection was warm, almost hot to the touch, and she could already feel the slickness of his pre-cum glistening at the tip, courtesy of Kara's compliments. A man revved himself up quite a bit when a woman reacted the way she did.
Her tongue darted out to taste him. The salty tang of his arousal hit her senses, and she moaned softly. She could feel him twitch in her hand, and it sent a jolt of excitement straight to her core.
"Kara…" he groaned. She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and innocent, but there was a flicker of something else in them—something hungry.
"Just relax," she murmured, her lips curving into a sly smile. She took him into her mouth slowly, savoring the way he filled her, the way he seemed to throb with every heartbeat.
What she did first was suck and clean up the tip.
"You did just cum~" Kara remarked upon withdrawing and giggling. She kissed the angry tip. "Mwah!"
His cock spewed out some more pre-cum.
"Your balls are pretty full, huh?"
So what did Kara do? She took off her shirt and tossed it aside. Left in only her red bra, she began sucking him off again. The pizza guy couldn't believe just how fast things were going. How this innocent glasses-wearing blonde bombshell went from ordering pizza to not just sucking him off but cleaning his cock of cum.
She was dedicated too. She was happy being on her knees and servicing him.
Kara used both her hands to stroke what she couldn't fit, her fingers gliding up and down his shaft in a rhythm that made him gasp. Then there was her mouth which was wet, warm, and accompanied by a tongue that did everything it could to tease the tip of his cock.
Left stroke, left stroke, left stroke. From left to right, her tongue swiped his cockhead. "Ngghh!" It almost felt like she was writing the letter S on his cock. If it was S for Super Blowjob, then it was fucking working.
Her hands were impossibly soft, almost silken against his skin. Kryptonian physiology, she thought with pride, though he had no idea. She'd always been careful to keep her powers hidden, but tonight, she allowed herself a few small indulgences.
Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, always drawing that damn S, always teasing his cumhole but never dipping in. She could feel him growing harder, more desperate, and it only fueled her desire. She took him deeper, seven whole inches, her throat relaxing as she swallowed him down.
"Mmmmmh~!"
"Y-you're amazing!"
Because all of a sudden, the nerdy girl was bobbing down on his cock like a professional whore. From Diana, a big burly muscle mommy, she expected it. But Kara Danvers, a woman with a nice rack, a nice smile, and a nice personality? For her to dominate and take his cock like this was shocking.
"Mwwwhh!" It was like she read his thoughts because her lips slipped from his cock, her hands still jerking him. She smirked. "Don't underestimate good girls~! Mwah!"
Her kiss turned into a deepthroat.
The pizza guy just couldn't understand. Her super speed was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it allowed her to take him in ways that would have been impossible for anyone else.
"Oh God, Kara…" he moaned He was trembling now, his hips lifting slightly off the couch as she worked him over.
She pulled back slightly, her lips hovering just above the tip of his cock. Too hot, she thought, noticing the way his skin was flushed and angry. She let out a soft breath, her ice breath cooling the tip just enough to soothe him. He shuddered, but he didn't seem to notice anything unusual.
Kara kissed the tip of his cock before taking him back into her mouth, her hands working in tandem to bring him closer to the edge.
She could feel his balls tighten, the heavy weight of them against her palm. 'He's close,' she realized, and she quickened her pace, her mouth and hands moving in perfect harmony. For speed, she decided to suck less cock.
Five inches of cock sucked by her mouth. The other seven inches getting jerked off.
"I'm gonna…" he warned, his voice breaking.
Kara Danvers looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and pleading, and that was all it took.
In that moment, he saw only Kara. Only her. Not Supergirl, not a slut, but this woman who wanted to please him.
"Cumming!"
He came with a guttural groan, his release spilling into her mouth in thick, ropes of cum. She swallowed every drop. Her tongue coaxed every last bit of pleasure from him. She could feel the heat of his seed, the way it seemed to pulse with life.
"Mmpphh~! Ngghhh~!"
But it was too much. Just a bit too much and his cum spilled from her lips. Even Supergirl could not handle this ordinary man's balls.
When she finally pulled away, both were panting.
"That… that was…" he stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Kara wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Somehow, it tasted good. Maybe Kryptoninans and humans were more compatible than she assumed. She blinked rapidly when saw his cock had not immediately wilted. "W-wow, still…hard…"
An angry, throbbing cock that, although massive, was somehow tameable.
Kara's heart raced. Her lips were still tingling from the taste of him, the memory of his thick, throbbing cock and delicious cum still fresh in her mind. The pizza guy—just an ordinary man, but so extraordinary in ways she hadn't expected—was sitting there, dazed, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. She could see every droplet of cum secreting from the tip. The leftovers. The remaining.
But she wasn't done. Not even close.
Kara's fingers flexed and she felt the low hum of her super strength coursing through her veins. Careful, she reminded herself. He's just human. But the thought only made her want him more. There was something thrilling about being with someone who didn't know who she truly was, someone who saw her as just Kara Danvers, the girl in the glasses and the oversized sweater.
Without warning, she climbed him, her hands gripping his shoulders. His eyes widened as she effortlessly flipped him onto his back, pinning him down with one hand on his chest. She straddled him, her knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side of his hips.
"Alright, pizza guy," Kara said, her voice a little shaky but trying to sound confident. "My turn."
Kara took off her bra and her nice, small breasts bounced out. Humble B-cups that had always been the envy of Powergirl. But for the pizza guy…
"Wow…."
The pizza guy loved her small tits. Kara's cheeks went red and her confidence grew.
Her hands slid down his chest and went behind. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for his cock. It was still hard, still massive, and she couldn't help but lick her lips as she lifted her ass and guided it toward her. She hesitated for just a moment, her pussy already wet and aching, before she lowered herself onto him.
Kryptonians were said to be able to push planets. Destroy solar systems. Battle gods.
Yet this cock..
"O-oh god!"
It was the only thing in the universe to ever make Supergirl whimper. Every inch was cock was excruciatingly amazing. Perfect for her pussy. Spreading her virginity like it deserved to be.
Supergirl was a beacon of hope and hope deserved to have the best. Heroes deserved to have the best.
"Oh Rao~!"
More cock. Twice as thick as an ordinary cock or any dildo—not that she could use any. She was Kryptonian, losing control was not allowed.
She heaved. Only the tip. Only the fucking tip was inside. The pizza cocked his head.
"Kara?"
He didn't know. This guy…this hung stud…this big fucking cock…!
"Ngggh~!" Kara gasped, whimpered, and then sharply drew in a breath. "Fuck it."
Kara gasped as she slammed down, taking him all the way in one go. Her eyes rolled back as a wave of pleasure hit her like a freight train. She hadn't expected it—hadn't expected how good it would feel, how right it would feel to have him inside her. She was stretched to her limit, her pussy clenching around him as she tried to catch her breath.
But then it happened.
Seven orgasms hit her all at once, one after the other, like a cascade of electricity firing through her body. Kara's back arched, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she trembled above him. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, her juices dripping down his shaft as she struggled to stay upright. Her hands gripped his chest for support, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to ride out the waves of pleasure.
The pizza guy blinked up at her, his expression a mix of awe and confusion. "Uh… Kara?" he called out.
But she couldn't respond. Kara was too lost in the sensation, too overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. She gasped for air and forced herself to get up. "I-I-I'm okay," she lied, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. Her hips began to move on their own, grinding down on his fat cock, trying desperately to regain control.
But it was no use.
The pizza guy sat up slightly, his hands finding her hips and he casually took over. Casually.
"T-t-this is—hngghh~! C-cumming! I-I just can't stop! I-it's—"
'Stop! Stop, you're Supergirl!'
His thrusts were slow at first, cautious. He was being kind.
'N-not even Doomsday ever manhandled me this easily—!
"F-faster," Kara begged, out of pride. "Harder!"
She was being stubborn.
Well…if she wanted him to fuck harder, then he would happily give it to her. He felt her pussy clench around him, he lost all restraint. He began to fuck her in earnest, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made her gasp.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
She straddled him. She was supposed to be riding him.
Her eyes rolled back.
"Cumming, cumming, CUMMIIINNG~! CAN'T STOP CUMMIIING~! THIS BIG COCK! THIS BIG COCCKKK~!"
Kara's hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she tried to keep up. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, and every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. She could feel herself unraveling, her moans growing louder and more desperate as he pounded into her.
"Oh, God! Oh, RAO~!" Kara whimpered, her head falling forward as her glasses slipped off her face and landed on the floor. "This cock, this cock, this cock, thiscockthiscockkkkk~! It's so goooddddd!!"
The pizza guy grinned, his hands sliding up her body to grope her ass. Her heart-shaped ass was firm and jiggly, perfection in every way, and he couldn't resist giving it a squeeze as he continued to fuck her.
Squeeze that ass.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Fuck that pussy.
Plow it senseless.
She was trying to seem pathetic. She was trying not to grin and have her eyes roll back. Her breasts jiggled, however, and her ass was being massaged by greedy fingers.
"Your pussy is tight and so is your ass!"
"T-t-t-t-thank you!"
Kara's ass was rather small. A peachy, vaguely jiggly rear that did not yield to men and was perfect for fucking. It allowed cocks of any size to fuck it.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
A sculpted, perky masterpiece that looked like it had trained alongside Olympic sprinters, danced with elite gymnasts, and occasionally squatted an entire collapsing building just for funsies. Somewhere between "beach volleyball champion" and "track-and-field prodigy," her rear end was clearly built for more than sitting. It was aerodynamic. It probably reduced drag while flying. NASA would be jealous.
Yes, Supergirl was faster than a speeding bullet, stronger than a locomotive, and blessed with a butt that could inspire sonnets and protein shake sponsorships. And somewhere, deep in the Fortress of Solitude, there's probably a mirror she uses just to check that everything's still looking heroic from behind.
Today, that ass was getting squeezed from an ordinary man from Gotham and getting pounded by a giant cock.
Her fans would be distraught. She never allowed anyone to take pictures under her skirt. With her X-ray vision and super hearing, it was quite easy to hear the camera shutters.
But this man…
"Your cock is so delicious! So deep! So BIG! Hngghhh~!" Another orgasm. How many were they now? "Your cock is mkaing me so horny I can't STAND IT~!"
Kara moaned loudly, her hips grinding against his. She tried to match his rhythm. But she was losing herself, her body betraying her as the pleasure became too much to handle.
She was becoming Supergirl. She was tapping into her super speed and strength. Her pussy gripped him tight. The pizza guy could feel it and he briefly paused to look her in the eye.
"Your…your dick is so full. It feels amazing..." Kara's gorgeous blue eyes, unlike any colour he had seen, were glazed with lust and tears. She was grinding down on him. "I-I'm so sorry but…haah! You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. I'm going to be your sex slave. I want to keep fucking you forever and ever."
"K-Kara?"
"Fuck me," she said, "I'm going to cum. Please, just…just keep making me cum."
She leaned down and kissed him.
Oh yeah, there was no backing out now. Grabbing her ass tightly, he fucking jackhammered into her.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Kara's pussy clenched around him, her juices soaking his cock as she teetered on the edge of a dozen orgasms. She tried to hold on, tried to slam back down. "I-I-I'm Super—"
She was Supergirl.
But she couldn't.
Her body went rigid as another orgasm hit her, her pussy spasming around his cock as she let out a guttural moan. Her legs trembled, her strength failing her as she collapsed onto his chest.
The pizza guy chuckled, his hands still gripping her ass as he slowed his pace. "You're cute when you're out of control," he said.
Kara lifted her head slightly, her blue eyes meeting his. Her lips were swollen, her face flushed, but there was a spark of determination in her gaze. "Let me… let me try again," she whispered. "I'm going to wear you out. I promise."
So cute.
She was so damn cute.
He smiled, his hands sliding up to her waist as he sat up and faced her. "Alright, Kara. Let's see what you've got."
Kara bit her lip as she adjusted her position, her hips slowly rising and falling. She was riding him again but this time, her pussy was super tight. Like…super, mega tight. Tighter than anything he had ever experienced. The pizza guy couldn't move even if he wanted to.
"D-damn."
"Am I doing good?" Kara asked cutely, as if asking a superior. Her movements were clumsy at first, her rhythm off, but the pizza guy didn't seem to mind.
"Mhm," he encouraged, his hands resting on her thighs. "You're doing great."
Kara's cheeks flushed as she tried to focus and pretend she didn't enjoy obeying him and hearing his praise. Her hips went in slow, deliberate circles. Her pussy was still incredibly tight, although her wetness made every movement smoother. She could feel him inside her, his cock filling her in the most delicious way, and it wasn't long before she found her rhythm.
She pushed him back down.
"Oh, yes," Kara moaned, her hands resting on his chest as she rode him. Her body was slick with sweat, her hair clinging to her face, but she didn't care. She was finally in control, finally able to enjoy the sensation of him inside her. "Oh Rao~! You make me so wet it doesn't feel real!"
Rao? What even was this Rao? Was she a cultist or part of one of this alien religions? Whatever. This pussy was amazing and this girl was too.
The pizza guy groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "D-don't make m—"
On instinct, he thrust up into her.
Kara whimpered and lost all momentum. She just…couldn't beat this guy. This random pizza man was more difficult to beat than Darkseid. At least with him, she had some idea what to do. Use his Omega Beams against him or call for back-up. But this cock…
She had to do this alone and she was failing.
"R-Rao! Rao, you turn me on so much it's not fair!" A whimper. "Why do you drive me so crazy? Why?"
This cock felt better than sunlight! Sunlight!
Fuck, maybe because there was a storm going on and it was night and there was no sun but...but....but...
'Why? Why do I sound crazy over this COCK!'
His cock hit all the right spots all the time, and Kara couldn't help but cry out as another three orgasms washed over her. Her pussy clenched around him, her thick juices dripping down his cock as she ground against him.
But then he stopped.
Kara blinked down at him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "What… what's wrong?"
The pizza guy's hands went up to cup her breasts. "Just enjoying the view," he said. He pinched her pretty pink nipples. Wow, just lovely.
Kara's cheeks flushed as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his. "Then let's see how much you can take," she whispered, her hips beginning to move again.
But it didn't last.
"Y-you…! You can't just—n-not fair!"
The pizza guy's hands slid back down to her ass, gripping it tightly as he began to fuck her again. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! Three thrusts and he was back in control.
"N-not fair! C-cumming! Cummiiiing~!" Her hands gripped his shoulders as she tried to keep up. Depending on your definition of keep up, she succeeded.
The pace was relentless, and Kara was soon a moaning, sweating mess. Okay, fuck, regardless of definition, she just couldn't keep up, couldn't match his rhythm as he pounded into her. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, and every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Her super hearing then caught it—his balls tightening up. His teeth gritting. He wanted to cum. He would cum.
"C-cum inside." That was all she could beg for. Creampie her. Fill her womb up. "Do it!"
"G-got it!" The pizza guy groaned, his cock throbbing inside her. He came—yep, he came inside the legendary Supergirl. How many men dreamed of this? How many men wanted her panties to drop and stick their dick inside?
Millions.
And tonight, millions of babies were travelling up into her womb. The most fruitful creampie in the world, the best the Kryptonian could ever receive from a man, his cum filling her in hot, sticky spurt.
Kara didn't scream. She just collapsed and let him pump her. His balls tensing and quivering as he let out everything he had. He kept his hands on her ass. He kept his cock inside.
Kara's eyes fluttered shut as she lay there on his chest. She could feel him inside her, his cock still hard as his cum leaked out of her.
The pizza guy chuckled, his hands gently stroking her back. "W-wow…that was amazing…"
But Kara didn't respond. She was too exhausted, her body too heavy to move. All she could do was lie there, her cheek resting against his chest, as the world around her faded away.
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