hoult your judgement

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“you’re cute when you suffer.” | houltattack

lex luthor x reader

wc: >1k

warnings: oral sex (m receiving); “princess” pet name appears once; degradation + humiliation

a victory blowjob is what lex luthor requests and a victory blowjob he shall get—right in the middle of superman’s fortress of solitude. his assistant’s warm throat is the perfect treat to reward and warm him in the icy tundra.

a/n: my first fic on this account! hope you enjoy xx - veronica

“suck.”

you stared at it blankly. it stood forward, angrily and with purpose.

“i said, suck.”

never make lex luthor repeat himself twice.

mr. luthor just accomplished the well planned feat of discovering superman’s fortress of solitude. in doing so, he got a hold of the videotape of superman’s parents. once recovered, it would be the key to his slander campaign against the man in blue. he felt the desire to celebrate and who better to do that with than his trusty and absolute desperate being of an assistant: you. lex dismissed everyone from the fortress once his work was complete, giving you the opportunity to help him in a not-so-conventional way. he was both celebratory and cold—this was his solution.

you were already on your knees. you bobbed up and down, making sure to retain a vacuum, evident by your hollowed cheeks.

suddenly, he pushed your head down, shoving his cock to the back of your throat to feel complete warmth along his shaft.

“fuck, that’s nice,” he breathed out. he held you down there until you tapped his thigh to signal your low oxygen supply.

coming up with a gasp, you quickly sucked in deep breaths. the icy air entered your lungs with a burn.

“i know you can take it. can’t you princess?” he said mockingly soft with your hair fisted in his hand. lex only calls you that when he wants something from you that he knows pushes your boundaries. you know it’s fake. you know it’s a tactic of his manipulation. nonetheless, it has the power to heat your cheeks amidst the cold.

“you know why you can?” lex posed rhetorically. “because, you get paid to service me. i am the reason of your success and you should be grateful.”

“yes, mr. luthor,” you panted. once again pressed against your parted lips is his awaiting cock head. you kissed his tip and swirled your tongue around it teasingly. he threw his head back with a groan.

“don’t you fucking tease me. keep. me. warm.” lex spat, forcing himself down your throat without warning. his tone was as frigid as the ground beneath you. your eyebrows were furrowed and your throat emitted choked whimpers at his merciless face fucking.

“i don’t want to see any tired looks as you do your agreed-upon job. your purpose as my assistant is to assist me in my success. success can only be obtained once needs are met,” he peered downward, “until needs are satisfied.”

he tucked hair behind your ear before continuing, “that is where your purpose lies. you exist to schedule my appointments, organize my office, and satisfy me to my standards. and you wouldn’t want to disappoint your boss, now would you?”

you pressed your eyes shut and shook your head “no” through your movements. your mouth is fully stuffed; deep throating a shaft as thick as his was never easy.

“your wrinkle in the existence of the earth is within my wave. you are a drop in my big ocean. to fulfill my needs, that is your relevance in this world.” he relayed his degradation relentlessly.

he got off to his own words. he lived to make others around him small. you were the perfect target and he relished your complacency. this wasn’t your first time on your knees for him and you both knew it wouldn’t be your last. you were wrapped around his finger and that fact made your lips wrapped around his cock feel even better.

that fact brought lex to the edge.

“look at me.”

you obeyed, as always. you were so pathetically his and he knew that.

with eye contact, he smiled sinfully. he ran his tongue along his teeth as he smugly looked down at your degraded form. he let out a hot puff of air, creating a white cloud of condensation in the antartic air.

“fuck,” he exhaled feeling his climax approach.

his thrusts into your mouth became erratic yet stronger. the tears that once only pricked your eyes finally fell down your cheeks.

lex lost it. his groans grew dark before he finally spilled himself onto your tongue. you shut your eyes as you felt his thick warm cum coat the inside of your mouth. it was a delicious warmth that you savoured before swallowing.

without missing a beat, lex stuffed himself into his pants and you eventually came to your feet. you let out a sigh, steadying yourself from the whirlwind that swept and always sweeps you when you have sex with lex.

“your nose is red,” he spoke and it landed as a statement but he looked at you expectantly as if he wanted to hear a response. these cold temperatures would give anyone’s nose a hue.

“i’m just a bit cold,” you told with a nervous smile. feeling like you must have looked like rudolph for him to comment on it, you looked away, sheepishly touching your nose in embarrassment.

lex observed you for a moment longer. he spoke his last words before turning around to leave: “you’re cute when you suffer.”

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Pretty Like That

✬ Clark Kent x fem!reporter!reader

✬ After overhearing you joke about how you're "not pretty like that," Clark Kent uses his super strength to grip the idea of showing you the truth: that you're gorgeous.

✬ fluff and comfort, Clark is obsessed with you, 1.4k+ words, requested

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When you step into the bullpen of the Daily Planet, you draw attention. Jimmy and Lois look up with curiosity and something not unlike desire in their eyes. Clark Kent, however, looks simply for the view, a small smile on his face as he admires you. Meeting you has to be the best part of joining the Planet, he thinks.

“Another point for me!” you announce.

“No!” Jimmy exclaims.

You smile, spreading your arms as you turn in a slow circle. You bow dramatically, then point to the small whiteboard on Lois’s desk. She shakes her head as she uncaps the black dry erase marker, then adds a tally under your name. Clark has no idea what you’re talking about or what the score is for, but he doesn’t really care. You’re involved, and that’s enough for him.

“This is sad,” Lois muses as she returns the marker to her top drawer.

“At least we can appreciate that there’s still something in the sadness,” Jimmy replies.

“What?” you and Lois ask together.

Clark shifts in his seat, angling himself toward the television even though he’s watching you. The color of your eyes, the steady beating of your heart, how you style your favorite item from your closet several times a month, it’s all addictive to Clark Kent. Yet, he sits back and watches you rather than telling you how captivating he finds you.

“Jimmy, you’ve been slacking,” you muse.

He slides his phone toward you, nodding as your eyes widen at whatever is on the screen. “She then had the audacity to ask me out.”

“At least you’re getting asked out!” Lois replies. “The last time I went on a date was nearly a month ago and he asked to paint me.”

“Wait, that’s kind of romantic,” you point out.

“Yeah, if he’d wanted to do a portrait. He wanted to paint me, like put the paint directly on my skin.”

You cringe, sinking in your seat.

“What was so bad about last night?” Jimmy asks.

You went on a date last night, Clark realizes. And the scores have something to do with that. He’s an investigative journalist – he should have pieced it together sooner: you go on a date; you get a point. It’s some kind of dating score.

“I bought a new outfit a few weeks ago: the cute red one?” you begin.

Clark remembers it well. The shade of red is almost identical to his cape, and he’d stumbled over every word he’d tried to say while you were wearing it.

“So, I wore that,” you continue. “He asked me where I got the dress, and I was like, oh it looks great, I know. Turns out, he’d been on a date the week before and thought it would look amazing on her.”

“Men,” Lois scoffs.

“You need to find better dates,” Jimmy muses.

“Right, because they just flock to me,” you joke.

“Are you gonna wear that outfit again?” Lois wonders.

You shrug, and Clark swears his heart breaks a little, like he’s losing something precious.

“I thought I looked great in it. I mean… maybe I find another outfit to get catcalled in.”

Jimmy barks out a laugh, then argues, “I don’t think it’s the outfit that incites catcalling. It’s just you.”

“Please,” you reply, smiling brightly. “I’m not pretty like that.”

Jimmy and Lois laugh, turning back to their computers. You shake your head, still smiling as you open the document you’ve been working on. Clark, however, can’t focus on work.

The moment you say I’m not pretty, Clark twists so far in his seat that he nearly topples to the floor. He stares at you, taking in every part of you: your hair, your skin, your eyes, the way you smile and scrunch your nose as you read something on your computer. You are gorgeous, a kind of pretty that isn’t affected positively or negatively because of any given outfit. You make the things around you beautiful. And you deserve to know. The deadbeats you’ve been dating don’t deserve you, Clark thinks. If you can’t see how pretty you are, Clark will find a way to show you. No matter how long it takes.

A week later, Clark is still thinking about your “I’m not pretty like that” comment. To show you differently, he starts dropping little compliments and leaving notes on your desk.

This morning, he compliments how your hair is styled and how it makes your eyes look brighter than usual, showing the flecks of color in them. You duck your chin, murmuring your thanks before you rush toward the coffee pot.

Clark’s notes are specific: mentions of what makes you beautiful, compliments that go beyond skin deep. He doesn’t know if you realize they’re from him, but the point remains: you deserve to know how pretty you are, and Clark desperately needs to show you.

“I like your outfit,” Clark says when you arrive wearing the red outfit that had left him speechless before.

You laugh as you fall into your seat. “Thanks, Clark,” you reply. And then you move on.

Clark stops by Lois’s desk, his eyes narrowing at the whiteboard as he nudges his glasses up his nose. You’ve tallied three more points since deciding that you’re not pretty like that. He shakes his head, distantly aware that Lois and Jimmy have more points than you. With his eyes on his legs and his mind on you, Clark doesn’t look before he enters the elevator.

“Hi, Clark,” you greet.

Clark looks up quickly, the curl that falls against his forehead sweeping across his skin from the sudden movement.

“Hi,” he responds softly.

“Have any plans tonight?” you question.

Clark shakes his head. He sees your reflection in the metal of the elevator door, and he physically can’t take it anymore.

“How could you think you aren’t pretty?” he demands, turning to face you as his arms spread to his sides.

He’s tall enough that his hands hit both sides of the elevator, but he doesn’t look away from you. His blue eyes are wide and bright as he looks at you.

“What?” you question.

“You said that you’re not pretty like that after your date last week,” he reminds you, his voice laced with emotion. The elevator nears the lobby, and you reach forward to stop it. It lurches to a stop between floors, and you take a deep breath as you turn toward Clark.

“Clark, that was a joke,” you explain. “We make fun of our dating lives constantly; it doesn’t mean anything.”

Clark shakes his head, adamant as he argues, “No.”

“No?” you question.

He steps toward you and insists, “You have to believe that you’re pretty because you are!”

You cross your arms over your waist, smiling kindly as you say, “Not everyone is going to think that and I’m okay with it.”

“Not- what are you saying?”

“Clark, why do you care?” you question. “I mean, I appreciate it, but… It’s a fact that not everyone will think I’m pretty-“

“But I do!” Clark yells, his chest heaving as he stares at you. Nearly immediately, he seems to realize that he’s confessed something he didn’t mean to. His arms drop, he steps back, and apologies roll from his lips, the words spoken so quickly that you don’t understand much past your name. It sounds right coming from him, you realize.

“Clark,” you interrupt. He keeps talking, and you lay your hand on his arm as you say his name again.

The moment your skin meets his, he trails off.

“Thank you,” you murmur.

“Yeah,” Clark whispers. “Of course.”

You smile as the elevator begins moving again. Clark holds the door for you, and suddenly you have no desire to go on another date unless it’s with the sweetheart beside you.

6 Months Later

You have an interview in fifteen minutes, and you’re regretting wearing a sweater. Maybe you should have worn a dress or at least a shirt with buttons. First impressions are important.

“Does this look okay?” you ask Lois.

“Yeah, you look great!” she replies.

You hum, glancing down at your outfit. Maybe it’s not the sweater… “I look terrible in this color,” you decide.

Clark drops his notepad, his pen falling to the floor with a noisy tch sound. He stands and straightens his jacket, then walks to your side.

“Clark?” you ask.

He doesn’t reply. He wraps his arm around your waist and guides you to the elevator. The entire ride to the roof is silent, but then you’re lifted into his arms and kissed like only Clark Kent can kiss.

“You’re beautiful,” he says against your lips.

You smile, threading your fingers into his hair as you murmur, “I know. Thanks to you.”

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⟡⨾ when you have a dentists appointment and they point out how bruised your throat is, you know it could only be from a… certain someone.

nsfw content | 18+ read at your own risk!

a/n: so upset thinking of big dick clark not being in my bed at 12am at night this is SICK AND TRIFLINGGGUHHHH

part 2

You were so. fucking. embarrassed.

You knew your boyfriend, the Clark Kent, was big in the… nether… regions.

He’s huge, in fact. I mean—fuck he could break you in half with his dick alone!

So of course you were aware of how well endowed he is. What you completely forgot about though, was that other people could know that too. . .

“And you’ve been flossing regularly?” Your dentist asks as she pulls her mask and gloves on, her trainee gathering the tools for your monthly checkup while you nod.

“Just like you asked. Or more like complained about.” You joked as she chuckled lightly, reclining the seat back as her assistant came into view with the tray of tools.

“It’s either floss or cavities. Either way, I know I’m getting paid.” She says as she sits down in her chair. “Alright, time to see those pearly whites.” She says after clipping a dental napkin onto your shirt,

You look up to the ceiling as you open your mouth widely.

“Looking good! Turn your head more up to the ceiling for me.” She mumbled under her mask. You do so without another thought as you tilt your head up more.

“Perfect as always! And—” Her voice cuts off abruptly as you feel her pull away for a second, sensing her still hovering over you with a random dental tool in her hand as you furrow your eyebrows.

You hum in question, as you glance at her, watching in confusion as she glances at the trainee. You do the same as you watch the trainee (terribly) stifle a giggle. You look back at the dentist as she shakes her head lightly before continuing.

“And… how are you and Clark?” She asks as if she didn’t have a metal tool stuck down your throat.

You hum ‘good’ as best as you could as you glance back at the trainee, her hand moving to cover her masked face as she turned away for a second as small giggles left her mouth.

“Gretchen, enough— That’s good…” The dentist scolds the trainee before quickly turning back towards you and nodding. “Well, your teeth are in amazing condition.” She says as she reclines the chair back up as you close your mouth, eyebrows furrowed as the trainee clips off the dental napkin.

“…But?” You raise an eyebrow as you swing your legs to one side of the chair.

The dentist pulls her mask off as she looks at the trainee, a small grin on her face as she then pulls her gloves off before turning to you.

“But your uhh… the inside of your… throat… has… um… a little… bruising…” She presses her lips together in a tight line as the trainee bursts into a fit of giggles.

Your eyes widen in horror as you bring your hand up to cover your mouth.

“Oh my god—”

“Don’t worry. I’ve seen that many times… but I see it the most with you.” The dentist holds back laughter at your expression. “Just be more careful, in the future, hm?”

When you told Clark the story, you could tell he was trying to hold back a smirk.

“I’m sorry, baby… I didn’t know I was… uhh… doing… that.” His words slightly muffled as his hand covered his mouth, despite the fact you could see the corner of his mouth curved up just a bit. This fucker.

“This isn’t funny, Clark! Do you know how embarrassing that is?!”

“I know it’s not funny! That’s why I’m not laughing!”

“Yes you are! I can see you smiling!”

Clark let out a sigh as he stood up from the couch, uncrossing your arms as he intertwined one of his hands with yours as he looked down at you, his other hand resting on the side of your face.

“M’sorry, honey. Didn’t mean to embarrass you.” He cooed as he pressed a kiss to your nose, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a smile.

You huffed as you looked up at him. “It’s fine… At least my dentist and her trainee know my boyfriend has a big dick.” You shrug with a small grin.

Clark huffs out a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head softly. “What a relief, huh?” He trails off as he stared down at you, his blue eyes scanning your face before whispering.

“Can I make it up to you?”

And his way of ‘making it up to you’, was, instead of bruising your throat, it was bruising your fucking cervix.

“O-oh my god—” You huffed shakily, one leg thrown over Clark’s shoulder as his fat cock pounded into you, your hands tightly gripping the pillow under you as the bed frame creaked from his thrusts.

“Y’f-feel so g-good, baby— gosh—” Clark whined as he wrapped his arm around the leg that was over his shoulder, his other hand resting on your stomach.

“Y-You’re so d-deep—” Your hand rested on his abdomen that flexed with each thrust.

Your cunt squelched as he drilled into you, a white ring forming at the base around his cock as you felt the tip consistently hitting the entrance of your cervix.

Clark smiled softly before leaning down towards you, his large body swallowing you as his cock bullied its way into your pussy, heavy breaths leaving his lips as he pressed kisses to your neck.

“M-M’gonna c-come, Clark—!” You breathe out shakily as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, and snake one of your hands around the back of his head with the other scratching crimson down his back.

“Golly— c-come a-all over me, baby… N-need you t-to—” He hisses through his teeth as you both glance at your meeting sexes.

Your essence coating his length as his hips smacked down into your thighs.

You trailed your eyes back up to him through half lidded eyes, sweat beading down the side of his face as he drilled his cock into you, your hand still wrapped around the back of his neck and scratching marks down his back muscles— Wait…

You have a gyno appointment tomorrow.

a/n 2: AUGHHHH NEEEDDD DATTTT NEEED DATT SO BADDDDDUUUHHHH

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Nicholas Hoult at Spooky Empire

[texassmashmyass]

love your writing.... can i request some lex luthor x fem!reader smut, where it's reader's first time? maybe she's the young, new intern or secretary and lex is drawn to her from the start, obsessively and possessively.

Ahh, thank you! I might've gone overboard, but this was fun to write 🥰

Mine to Keep

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary:  You’re just the new intern at LuthorCorp, until Lex Luthor’s obsessive interest pulls you into his world. Promoted to his personal assistant, you find yourself tangled in his possessive games. When he scares off a coworker who asks you out, you’re left alone with him, exactly where he wants you. For your first time, he’ll make sure you know who you belong to.

Tags/warnings: smut, dub/con, power imbalance

It was only your first day, barely four hours into your first real job since graduating college, and already your hands trembled under the weight of the tray. Six coffees, four teas, two pastries, all balanced with a white-knuckled grip as you stepped out of the elevator onto the top executive floor of LuthorCorp.

You weren’t supposed to be up here. Fresh interns and junior assistants like you never set foot on this floor unless someone higher up demanded it. When the senior associate you’d been assigned to, Claire, who hadn’t even bothered to learn your name yet, barked at you to “be useful” and shoved a company card into your hand to fetch coffee for the entire team, you hadn’t dared say no.

Now you wove through a maze of glass-walled offices, the air filled with the low hum of men and women too important to glance twice at you. Halfway to the main conference room, you felt it: the sudden prickle at the back of your neck, a hush under your skin that told you you were being watched.

You risked a glance through the glass and your stomach dropped. Lex Luthor sat at the head of a long table surrounded by his inner circle, deep in a discussion you couldn’t begin to follow. But he wasn’t looking at them. He was looking straight at you.

He didn’t say a word. Didn’t nod or turn away. He just watched you with an expression so sharp and unreadable that your feet froze on the polished floor for a heartbeat too long.

A wave of nerves slammed into you. You ducked your head, letting your hair fall forward to hide your face, heart hammering as you forced yourself to keep moving, the tray rattling just enough to betray your shaking hands.

You told yourself it meant nothing, that you hadn’t ruined your first day. But you had no idea you’d just become the only thing he could think about.

Your nerves settled once you finally reached the conference room. Claire was waiting just outside the glass doors, scrolling through her phone without glancing up.

You cleared your throat. “Ms. Dalton? I have the—”

She looked up with an annoyed flick of her eyes, snatched the tray from your hands so quickly you nearly lost your balance, and shoved it at another assistant.

“Took you long enough,” she muttered, heels clicking as she turned back to the glass doors.

You murmured an apology that no one heard and shrank back a step toward the hallway. But you couldn’t help one last glance. Lex Luthor still hadn’t looked away. Now he was leaning back slightly, one hand propped under his chin, half-listening to the man beside him talk. But his eyes, sharp and cold and hungry, stayed locked on you.

A tiny voice in the back of your head begged you to run. Instead, you lowered your gaze and turned away as fast as you could.

You didn’t see the faint curl at the corner of his mouth or the flicker behind his eyes that promised you wouldn’t stay out of his reach for long.

-

You spent the rest of your afternoon trying to shake it off, burying yourself in mindless tasks: filing forms, fetching copies, answering Claire’s clipped requests. You nearly convinced yourself you’d imagined it, the stare, the weight of it, the way his gaze pinned you in place.

By the time your shift ended, your feet ached, and you regretted not breaking in your new shoes before starting. The thought of crawling into bed and forgetting all of this was the only thing that kept you moving.

Claire snapped her fingers at you, pulling you out of your daze. You flinched so hard your pen clattered to the floor.

“Mr. Luthor wants to see you,” she said, eyes still on her laptop.

You froze. “Me? Why—”

Her sharp look shut you up before you could finish. “His office. Now. Don’t keep him waiting.”

Your mouth went dry. You wiped your palms on your skirt and made yourself stand. The elevator ride to his office felt twice as long this time. You stared at your reflection in the polished doors, fixing your hair, practicing a polite smile.

Security was waiting when you stepped out. The guard didn’t smile, didn’t say a word, just opened the tall glass door and motioned you inside.

His office was bigger than your apartment, maybe bigger than your parents’ house. Cold marble floors, spotless floor-to-ceiling windows with an immaculate view of Metropolis. And Lex sat behind a desk that looked like it could swallow you whole.

He looked up the moment you entered. That same stare hit you again, sharper now, as if he’d been waiting just for you.

“Miss,” he said, your last name slipping so easily from his mouth it made your stomach flutter. He gestured at the door behind you. “Close that, would you?”

Your fingers trembled around the handle. The soft click of the latch sounded too loud in the quiet room. When you turned back, Lex had leaned back slightly, elbows braced on his armrests, studying you like he was reading secrets straight from your skin.

“You did well today,” he said finally, voice calm, too calm. “I hear you handled Claire’s mess without complaint.”

You swallowed. “I was just doing my job, sir.”

The corners of his mouth turned up in something like a smile. “I like that. Quiet. Willing. Smart enough to follow instructions.”

Your breath caught, unsure if it was praise or a warning, or both.

Lex let the silence stretch long enough for your mind to run in circles. He leaned forward, folding his hands together on the polished desk. You couldn’t help but notice how tall he was even sitting down, how every inch of him seemed to fill the room.

“I think you’re wasted where you are,” he said. “I could use someone like you closer. Right here. My new personal assistant.”

You blinked, stunned. “Sir, I just started. I don’t know if I’m—”

His faint smile widened, his eyes glinting with something dark that made your stomach twist. “You’ll learn. I take care of what’s mine.”

You opened your mouth but the words died in your throat. The hum of the city far below was nothing against the rush of your pulse in your ears.

A promotion. Directly under Lex Luthor. You should have felt lucky. Grateful. But under the weight of his stare, you only felt small and caught.

Still, the words came out anyway. “Yes, sir.”

His smile turned slow and satisfied. He leaned back, big enough to make you feel like you’d been caged without even touching you. “Good girl.”

Your chest tightened. He gestured to the sleek chair across from him. “Sit. Let’s talk about what comes next.”

And before you could second guess it, you did.

You obeyed before your mind caught up with your feet, perching on the edge of the seat. He asked you simple questions, about your schedule, your degree, your family back home, but each answer felt like peeling your skin off for him, strip by strip, until you were laid bare and small and so very alone.

By the time you stumbled out of his office twenty minutes later, cheeks flushed, pulse thrumming like you’d run a mile, you barely registered the elevator doors closing behind you.

You didn’t notice Lex still watching through the glass wall, eyes gleaming.

-

Your second week as Lex Luthor’s new personal assistant passed in a blur of frantic emails, long hours, and learning how to read his moods by the tiniest shift of his expression. It should have been exhausting, and it was, but every time you felt the panic creep up your throat, you reminded yourself: this was an opportunity people would kill for.

Claire barely looked at you now, except to snap that you were “Luthor’s problem” when she passed you in the hall. Other assistants avoided you, whispering that you must have done something to get so close to the man at the top.

But not everyone kept their distance.

You’d only met Peter after your promotion: a junior analyst, barely older than you, bright and quick to smile. He found you one afternoon in the break room, struggling to fix a stubborn lid on your coffee mug.

“Need a hand?” he asked, laughter tucked into his voice. You jumped, nearly spilling the coffee all over your skirt.

He caught the cup easily, steadying it with a grin. “Hey, I’m harmless, I swear.”

You let out a breathy laugh that felt foreign in your mouth. He was easy to talk to, and easy to look at, too, with messy hair and sleeves rolled up like he didn’t care if he looked too casual in LuthorCorp’s cold halls.

For a few minutes, he made you forget the cold glass office and the weight of Lex’s eyes following you everywhere.

“Can I buy you a real coffee sometime?” Peter asked, after you’d both lingered too long at the counter. His grin was boyish, teasing.

Your pulse skipped. You shouldn’t, part of you knew you shouldn’t. Relationships with coworkers never ended well. But you were twenty-two, you never made time for dating in highschool or college, and his smile was too warm to resist.

You nodded. “Sure. That would be nice.”

He pulled out his phone, thumbs tapping quickly as he added your number. “Perfect. Friday?”

You said yes. You didn’t notice the small, black dome in the corner of the break room ceiling, didn’t see the tiny red light flicker as Lex watched the exchange unfold in cold, perfect detail.

-

Peter didn’t even make it out of the building that night.

He’d stayed late, finishing reports, humming under his breath, replaying your smile in the break room on an endless loop in his head. By the time he packed up and stepped into the deserted hallway, he was the last worker on the floor.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, but instead of the echo of the empty lobby, Peter found himself face to face with Lex Luthor.

Peter froze mid-step. He managed a stiff smile, suddenly feeling nervous about his wrinkled shirt. “Mr. Luthor, sir, good evening-”

Lex didn’t return the greeting. He stepped forward, close enough that Peter instinctively backed up, his shoulder blades pressing into the cold elevator wall.

For a moment, the silence was so complete that Peter could hear the faint hum of the security cameras overhead.

Lex’s voice was almost gentle when he finally spoke. “Peter, is it?”

Peter’s mouth went dry. “Y-yes, sir.”

Lex looked him over, unimpressed, eyes flicking to the cheap phone half-visible in Peter’s pocket. “You spoke with my assistant today.”

It wasn’t a question, but Peter scrambled to answer anyway. “Yes, sir. Just, just small talk. She was having trouble with her mug, and I—”

Lex tilted his head. It was such a subtle thing, a fraction of an inch, but it made Peter’s pulse stutter in his throat.

“I don’t pay you to distract my staff,” Lex said, so calm it took Peter’s brain a second to catch up to the threat coiled beneath the words.

Peter swallowed hard. “I-I didn’t mean-it was just a coffee-”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” Lex’s smile was razor-thin. “You’re going to pretend it never happened. You’ll delete her number. You won’t speak to her. You won’t even look at her. If you do…”

Lex paused, looking down at Peter’s shrinking form.

“Let’s not find out what happens next, hmm?” Lex said softly. “Be smart, Peter.”

The elevator chimed again, and Lex stepped back just enough for the doors to slide open behind him, like the moment had never happened.

Peter didn’t move until Lex was gone. By the time he stumbled out into the warm night air, his phone was already out of his pocket, your number already erased.

You’d never know why he ghosted you, why the young man who made you laugh in the break room now avoided your eyes like you carried something contagious.

But Lex would know. And that was enough.

-

The silence from Peter lasted two days. Then three. By the end of the week, you’d stopped pretending he was just busy.

He ignored your texts. Didn’t answer when you called. In the halls, when you caught sight of him, he ducked his head and turned down another corridor so fast it made your stomach twist.

You replayed every moment in your head: the coffee, the shy smile, the promise of Friday. You wondered if you’d misread all of it, if you’d said something wrong, or if he’d heard something about you that you didn’t even know was being whispered behind your back.

You pushed through your day on autopilot, hiding in bathroom stalls during breaks, pretending you didn’t feel the stares when you came and went from Lex’s office.

That Friday evening, you stayed later than you meant to, sorting files on Lex’s massive desk under the soft hush of the floor’s low lights. You didn’t hear him approach until his shadow spilled over the pages in front of you.

“Why the long face?” His voice was so gentle it startled you, as if he’d appeared out of thin air.

You jumped, clutching the stack of folders to your chest like a shield. “I’m sorry, Mr. Luthor. I was just finishing up-”

Lex reached out, taking the folders from your arms with a touch so casual it made you shiver. He set them aside, close enough that his fingertips brushed yours.

“I didn’t ask what you were doing,” he said softly. “I asked what’s wrong.”

You hesitated. You shouldn’t tell him. It didn’t work. It wasn’t his problem. But when you looked up, the worry on his face looked so real, so warm, and you were so tired of feeling like an invisible ghost drifting through glass hallways.

“It’s stupid,” you whispered. “Just… someone I thought was a friend. I guess I was wrong.”

Lex hummed under his breath, a sound halfway between sympathy and something else you couldn’t name. His thumb brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead, tucking it behind your ear.

“People disappoint you when you let them close,” he murmured. “That’s why you shouldn’t waste your kindness on those who don’t deserve it.”

Your throat tightened. You managed a shaky nod, embarrassed by the tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

Lex’s hand lingered against your cheek, his palm so warm you almost leaned into it without meaning to. “You’ve done so well here,” he said, his voice low and sure. “You’ve given me no reason to doubt you. You know that, don’t you?”

You nodded again, your breath catching when his thumb traced just under your jaw, too soft, too close.

“I take care of what’s mine,” he murmured, words sinking into your skin like a brand. “You know that too, don’t you?”

You swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

Lex smiled, that slow, satisfied curve of his mouth that made your pulse skip for reasons you didn’t dare name.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now, why don’t you let me take care of you tonight?”

You barely had time to process what he’d said before his thumb brushed your lower lip, a fleeting touch that made your breath catch in your throat.

“Sir-” The word came out too small, too soft. You meant to say more, to remind yourself he was your boss, that you shouldn’t, but the rest of it vanished when he leaned in, so close you could taste the faint bite of his cologne in the air.

“Let me take care of you,” Lex murmured, his lips ghosting over the corner of your mouth. His other hand cupped the side of your throat, the warmth of his palm sinking into your skin like it belonged there.

You should have pulled back. You should have said no. But you’d spent weeks walking on eggshells, with eyes on your back and whispers at your heels, and now, in this hush, his voice was the only thing that sounded certain. Safe.

When his mouth finally met yours, it was gentle at first, coaxing, patient, as if he wanted you to lean in on your own. You did. A small, helpless sound slipped from your throat when his tongue brushed yours, when his grip tightened just enough to make you shiver.

When you pulled back for air, his eyes flicked over your face, searching, hungry, like he wanted to carve this moment into stone.

“You’re mine, sweetheart,” Lex murmured against your lips, the endearment sharp enough to cut. “Say it.”

Your cheeks burned. You shook your head weakly, a protest half-formed, swallowed whole when his teeth grazed your jaw.

“Say it.” His hand slipped to your waist, fingers digging in just enough to hold you still. “You belong to me. No one else.”

Your voice trembled when it came out, so soft it barely felt real. “I’m yours.”

The smile that spread across his mouth made your heart stutter. He kissed you again, deeper this time, tasting the words right off your tongue.

He sat down in his chair, pulling you down into his lap. You didn’t resist, jumping in surprise at the feeling of his arousal against your ass. His mouth found yours again, stifling any sort of resistance that you might’ve said. His left hand held your waist while the other slid under your blouse. His fingertips brushed against your skin, making you jump, and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together, feeling a pool of warmth emerge in your nether regions.

His hand pawed at your breast, pushing your bra cup down with ease before he started pinching and tweaking your nipple. You gasped at the contact, shuddering at his touch. You needed to stop this before it went too far.

Your hand rose to his chest, and you pushed against him gently, moving your head back so that you could catch your breath. “Mr. Luthor, I think we should stop.”

Lex paused, eyes searching yours. He clearly wasn’t used to being told no. “And why is that?”

You felt small under his gaze and stared down at your lap. “Y-You’re my boss, and it isn’t appropriate.” Your hand left his chest, and you twiddled your thumbs together nervously. “And I’ve heard the rumors: people here already talk about me behind my back because they think I slept with you to get a promotion.”

Lex didn’t say anything for a moment, eyes taking in your flushed cheeks and wrinkled top. “You shouldn’t listen to what insignificant people have to say.” The hand under your blouse let your nipple go, his hand pressing against your chest, fingertips slowly tracing your clavicle.” And from what I can see, your body wants this. So why don’t you just give in?”

You closed your eyes, embarrassment flooding your system. He could read you easily. “It’s just that-” You huffed out, frustrated, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I haven’t done this before.”

Lex didn’t respond, and when you looked up at him, you saw that he had a look of surprise on his face for the first time knowing him. He quickly cleared his expression, the hand under your shirt leaving before he cradled your face. “Sweetheart, are you saying this would be your first time?”

You nodded slowly, feeling horrible. You were a virgin in your 20s. You were too focused in high school and college to ever date around, and once you graduated you felt completely overwhelmed by inexperience to even think about dating. Well, that was until Peter, but after he ghosted you, your already low self-esteem crashed completely.

“I’ll be careful,” Lex promised, his thumb gently rubbing away tears that had begun to flow down your cheek. His lips came down against yours again, and he kissed you deeply, enjoying the taste of your tears. You reciprocated, hands reaching up to wrap around his neck before he stopped.

“Do you trust me?” You searched his eyes, finding that they were sincere, and nodded.

Lex quickly claimed your lips again, making sure to be gentle.

Lex pushed your skirt up until your panties were visible. He groaned seeing the wet spot that had appeared on the fabric before he ground his hips against you. His hand wrenched your thighs apart, and before you could resist, his thumb brushed against your clit, rubbing you through the fabric.

Your voice caught in your throat, your hips moving down to get more friction.

“That’s a good girl.” Lex continued his ministrations before pausing, ignoring the whine that left your mouth as he pulled your underwear aside and sank a finger in before continuing to rub against your sensitive nub.

You had never had anything other than your own fingers touch yourself, and feeling Lex pleasure you left your mind blank for everything except the feeling of lust. He continued to finger you, adding another digit.

“Can’t wait to be inside.” He watched his fingers disappear into you, mouth practically watering.

You rocked your hips against him, head leaning into the crook of his neck. “Please.”

Lex’s fingers spread inside of you, and you squirmed in his lap. “Please, what?”

Your breath came out fast, and you closed your eyes out of embarrassment. “Please fuck me.”

Lex’s fingers left your pussy, and you groaned, walls clenching on nothing. Lex moved his leg so that your weight shifted to one side, giving him access to free himself from confinement. The clink of his belt unclasped, and you felt the warm length of his manhood against your thigh.

You shivered, beginning to have second thoughts about sleeping with your boss before his hands both grabbed your waist and picked you up, making it so that you were hovering over his cock.

“You’re going to remember who you belong to.”

The blunt head brushed against your wet folds, and Lex had to suppress the urge to bury himself into you immediately. Your body tensed up, becoming rigid.

“Relax, sweetheart.” His thumbs made small circles into your waist, and he pulled your body down. He started grinding his length against you, getting it wet from your arousal. The head of his dick caught at your entrance, and your body froze, seizing up.

Lex cooed at you reassuringly. “Deep breaths.” You obliged, breathing in and out slowly. “This will hurt a little, but it won’t last long.”

He pulled your body down over him, and you buried your head into his shoulder, breath hitching feeling his intrusion. Each inch he slid into you burned, and your body stretched around him to accommodate. Tears started falling from your eyes again, staining his shirt, and he reached one hand up to caress your hair. “Shhhh, you’re doing great.”

Lex strained not to fuck up into you as hard as he could, wanting to savor the moment of sinking into you. “Just let me make you feel good. Let me make you mine.” His other hand moved down, and he started rubbing your clit again before slowly pulling out and pushing back in.

The burning pain slowly began to pass, replaced by an overwhelming sense of pleasure. Your moans mixed with the wet sound of slapping flesh, and you started to move against him, bouncing up and down on his cock.

Lex growled feeling you move on him, taking it as a sign that he could go harder. You could feel the pool of warmth in your stomach grow and grow as he fucked you, thumb circling your clit. Your pussy clenched around his dick, and Lex huffed out a laugh. “Are you about to cum? Are you going to cum while riding my cock?”

You moaned, nodding your head. “Yes, please!”

Lex held you against him, caging you in. “Good girl. That’s it, sweetheart. Give it to me.”

Within seconds you fell apart, thighs trembling and body going limp as the tightening, building pressure snapped. Lex groaned, feeling his own orgasm approaching, and he fucked even faster, chasing it before he bit down on your neck, groaning out as he spilled into you.

You laid against his chest, panting heavily, a clouded mind starting to clear as you realized the magnitude of your actions: you not only just lost your virginity, but you lost it to your boss.

Lex seemed to tell that your mind was racing, and he rubbed your back, still holding you against him while he stayed inside you, feeling his cum start to leak out.

“Let’s take this to my place.”

-

You woke the next morning, tangled in expensive sheets that didn’t belong to you, the faint sting of bruises blooming like secrets along your throat and hips. You shot up out of bed, memories from the night before flooding back to you. Lex’s warmth lingered on your skin, even after he’d slipped out of bed hours before, murmuring something about early meetings, kissing your temple like you were something precious he’d come back for.

You dressed in a borrowed shirt, legs trembling, mind numb as you traced your fingertips over the marks he’d left. You’d told yourself it wouldn’t happen, that it couldn’t. But now it had, and the part of you that should have felt regret only felt hollow relief. You were his. You didn’t have to wonder anymore.

By the time you made it back to your tiny apartment that morning, the world felt softer, hazier, until you saw the bright yellow notice taped to your door.

NOTICE TO VACATEVIOLATION OF LEASE TERMS — 7 DAYS TO VACATE PREMISES

Your stomach dropped. You read it three times, fingers trembling, willing it to say something else. But it didn’t change. Noise complaints, they claimed, a dispute about late payments that made no sense. You’d never been late on rent once. But when you called the leasing office, your voice small and broken, the woman on the other end just repeated the same lines: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but the decision is final.”

You packed one box before your hands started to shake. You tried calling your parents, but your thumb froze over the call button. You were terrified of telling them that you failed at adulthood so quickly.

So you called him. The only number in your phone that felt like a lifeline, even if you knew you shouldn’t.

He answered on the first ring. “Sweetheart.”

Your voice broke before you even got the words out. “I’m sorry to call, I know you’re busy, but I just… I need a few days off. I just got an eviction notice so I have to find somewhere. I don’t know where to—”

Lex didn’t even let you finish. “No.” The word landed heavy, final. “Don’t worry about that.”

“Lex-” You tried, but your throat closed up around the rest.

“You’ll come here.” His voice softened, warm and low. “Just for now. Until you’re on your feet again.”

You swallowed, fighting the desperate flutter in your chest. “I can’t just. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden.” The edge in his voice cut off your protest like a blade. “You’re mine. You’ll stay here. You’ll rest. You’ll focus on work. I’ll handle the rest.”

You hesitated, your mind chasing every half-formed reason to say no. But he spoke again before you could find your words, his tone suddenly soft, coaxing: “It’s only until you’re settled, sweetheart. You trust me, don’t you?”

Your lips parted. The answer was there before you could stop it. “I trust you.”

“Good girl.” You could hear the smile in his voice, warm, gentle, binding. “Pack a bag. I’m sending a car.”

You told yourself it was just for a few days. A week at most. Just long enough to find a new lease, somewhere cheap but safe. Just long enough to get back on your feet.

But the days bled into each other. Your things found drawers in his closets. Your favorite mug appeared in his kitchen. Your name slipped onto mail addressed to his penthouse.

And when you finally worked up the nerve to bring it up, sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed, your voice trembling as you whispered, “Maybe I should look for my own place…” Lex only smiled that slow, quiet smile.

“Why would you do that?” he asked, brushing his thumb along your jaw, tipping your chin up until you had no choice but to look him in the eye. “You’re already home.”

You tried to laugh it off, but his fingers tightened just enough to remind you: you weren’t leaving. Not really. Not ever.

And when he kissed you, soft and patient, you let him, because some part of you knew it was already too late to want the door to stay open behind you.

[diorchids]

your boss, lex luthor.

cw: workplace harassment, power imbalance, emotional abuse, sexual coercion, non-con touching, intimidation, stalking, degradation.

boss!lex who catches you staring in a meeting. you don’t even realize you’re running your tongue over your teeth, practically salivating at the way he directs the room. he looks over to you, who’s supposed to be taking notes, slowly nodding along and smiling. he’s frustrated and disgusted, frankly. you’re here to work, yet here you are eyeing him like he’s some candy. he has to excuse himself to the restroom. because of you.

boss!lex who corners you after said meeting, he looks down at you, hunching over to really see you face to face. “do you think i don’t notice when you stare at me?” he asks. you stand there, eyes wide as he confronts you, starting to feel the weight of your perverse antics. it’s wrong — how much you distract him. “i could have you out of here in seconds. you’re not a dog and you’re certainly not here to slack off. that’s strike one.” he spat, sweat running down his head as he spoke.

boss!lex who gives you an impossible task knowing you can’t complete it. he enjoys seeing you stumble and fail to meet his unrealistic expectations. “mr. luthor, i’ve tried my best to reorganize your schedule but you’ve given me conflicting appointments! i can’t possibly-”

“it’s not my fault you’re incompetent,” that last word was perfectly accentuated. he turns back, walking away, “blame yourself.”

boss!lex who catches you asleep at your desk late at night, one of the cubicles closest to his office (for no reason at all), exhausted from the sheer amount of reports you have to make. you’re out cold, evident by the way your computer screen reads “hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” as your head lies on your keyboard. instead of waking you up, he traces your nose and lips with his finger as he reminds himself you’re nothing but an incompetent employee. he touches you to study you. like you’re an animal. he adjusts himself in his slacks after he walks away, leaving you.

boss!lex who ignores you knowing it drives you insane. he walks past you in the hallway without a word, not even a glance despite clearly hearing you greet him. speaking to everyone but you in a meeting even when your input is relevant. you’re nothing. he cc’s you on important emails but never replies to your direct questions. leaving you questioning if your boss truly hates you. and when he has to reply, he answers in one word. he makes it clear you’re not worth his time. “mr. luthor, i have to get this report in by midnight, and i need to know your source for the claim you made in the meeting earlier,” you practically chase him to his office before he slams the door in your face. god, you’re so desperate.

boss!lex who calls you into his office just to lecture you. he makes you stand in front of his desk as he sits and tears apart your work. he speaks slowly, as if explaining something to a child, knowing you understand him perfectly. he points out every flaw in your work, even the smallest to let you know he won’t let anything slide. “do you even know why i keep you here?” he doesn’t let you answer, interrupting when you try and respond. he finishes, “we both know you’d be nothing without me,” he stands and leaves the room, you swear he eyed your chest before walking past you.

boss!lex who punishes you for distracting him. he called you into his office after your break, the one he shortened by ten minutes to see you working more. he locks the door behind you and starts telling you how much time and money your distraction caused him today. the “distraction” in question was a tighter skirt and blouse today. it’s not your fault, you thought they looked fine on you in the store lex advised you to go to!

he makes you stand in front of him while he sits back, arms crossed, and lists every time you pulled his attention during important work. making you repeat back the ways you’ve distracted him, forcing you to admit them out loud while he watches. “good girl,” he sighs. he stands and circles you, hands wandering around your body, softly prodding and squeezing your chest and hips. “this,” he holds your breasts, “is obscene.”

he grips your chin hard, brushing your hair out your face as he examines you. “this is what you wanted, isn’t it? to have me so distracted i can’t think of anything else?”

boss!lex who admits you make him feel something he hates. when you try to leave, he holds you in place by your hips. his voice is all low but shaking with controlled rage, “do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?” he rubs his growing bulge against you, so disgustingly needy as he speaks to you. he grabs your hand and places it right on the curve of his cock, making sure you notice — “look what you’ve done,” his eyes stay locked on yours as he drops into his chair, tugging you down until you’re kneeling between his legs. “i don’t… feel things like this. not for anyone. and you… you’re not even worth it.” he tries to make it sound believable.

he holds your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. his legs are wide open in your face and you swear you can see his dick throb through his pants. he makes you leave before he does something he regrets.

boss!lex who breaks into your apartment, calmly sitting on your couch with a glass of wine in hand as he waits for you to get back. you get back and freeze seeing him so calm. not to mention, he’s in your house. “luthor?” you squeak out while you cautiously walk closer. he swirls his wine in the glass, tapping his shoe on the peel-and-stick vinyl flooring your apartment has. “i’ve been waiting for this moment longer than you know.” he looks up at you who’s all scared and confused.

the night ends with him making you get off by humping his thigh—WHO FUCKING SAID THAT??? FESS UP.