[Smallville Lex Luthor x Male reader]
Content Rating: Mature (sexual themes)
Summary: An argument over your carelessness leads to heated tension. But, you can't help but notice how attractive your boyfriend looks when he's mad at you. Maybe punishing you will lead to forgiveness.
Tags: Established relationship, heated argument, bondage & blindfolds, foreplay, dirty talk, bisexual lex luthor. No real sex happens btw.
A/N: No use of Y/N. Ideally, Smallville S1-S2 Lex. Cross-posted on AO3.
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The two of you were standing in one of the Mansion’s bedrooms. Not Lex’s main one, but the one you chose to stay in whenever you came over.
You had walked in there to get some fresh clothes for changing into after a planned shower. But Lex had followed you, trying to talk about the day’s prior events.
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“You could have been seriously hurt, you know.” Lex stood a few metres behind you, hands in his pockets. His voice sounded irritated.
“But I wasn’t.” You replied, grabbing some folded pyjamas from your dresser drawer.
“Only because Clark was there to save you.” Lex raised a brow, looking offended.
You shut the drawer. “Yeah, yeah” mumbling as you waved your hand in a casual “go, shoo” motion toward your significant other.
“I’m not done.” Lex walked closer, one arms length away.
“You completely ignored me. I told you to stay away from that area because it was dangerous and you did the exact opposite!” He said furiously.
You heard the annoyance in his breath. He hated being disobeyed.
You turned your head around to face him, eyes glaring just a smidge.
“You’re not the boss of me, y’know. And I didn’t know it would be so...uh,” you drifted off, unsure how to convey it.
“...You didn’t think it would be 10 feet deep. I know.” Lex glared right back at you, only he was better at keeping the ‘ticked off’ look. Your expression didn’t stay mad for long.
“... I thought you meant that the mud would be slippery, okay? How could I have known it was a major safety hazard!” Your shoulders shrugged, hands going up defensively.
“You mean aside from all the caution tape? And aside from every NEWS outlet in town gossiping about the last person who fell in there and drowned?!” Lex’s voice raised harder. You saw the veins in his forehead pulsing. He couldn’t possibly be more furious than he is now.
In truth, you saw the caution tape when you went exploring into the woods. It wasn’t invisible or anything, you just wanted to take a detour off the main pathway. Who would have thought that it was for a 10 foot deep hole that was filled with liquidy mud. Anyone to take just 1 step into it would feel the effects of full immersion in under 20 seconds. Horrifying.
You had heard about a local history tour around one of Smallville's forests, and were intrigued to go. But the idea of being potentially pushed and shoved around in a crowd of people wasn’t very appealing.
You weren’t from Smallville, so you didn’t expect the people there to be as nice as they were—compared to the folks from major cities with loud, fast-paced schedules that magically made everyone rude and self-serving— The people of Smallville were incredibly kind hearted.
But you didn’t know that coming into the tour. However, your lover, Lex Luthor, decided to accompany you that day. God knows why he chose to do such a thing... Maybe he wanted to make sure you didn’t get your shoes dirtied. Who knows.
There should have been no wonder as to why Lex was upset. But you didn’t think that far into the conversation.
"Did I piss you off?" Your eyes were squinting, trying to look up at Lex through the bright ceiling light above his head that made it hard to see clearly.
"...Not the word I'd use." He huffs, staring down at you, tilting his head in thought while he figures out what to do with you.
You give it another try, hoping to find his mercy.
"No..." he glares down, his arms trapping your shoulders and torso underneath himself.
You've never seen him appear so filled with irritation and frustration towards you. Yet, it doesn't feel as intense as you thought it would.
It feels... more like a game. A mind game.
Most people might be intimidated by such a situation because Lex is a powerful man, and he can have a bit of a temper at times. But after you’ve seen him have outbursts so many times (at other people), it’s easy to see past the anger.
Because he’s still your boyfriend.
He’s still the person that fires playful insults at you when you call him his middle name, “Joseph”.
He’s still the person with a limited edition collection of Warrior Angel.
He’s still your favourite person to converse with.
...and boy oh boy, is he certainly hot as hell when he looks like he’s about to throw hands with someone. Even if that someone is you.
And what can be more hot than having your boyfriend pin you down onto his luxurious bed while staring you down?
"i-is it disappointment?" you breathed out.
"Wrong." Lex said as he pushed your weight backwards and you fell on your back against his soft blankets and pillows.
It's really quite nice, other than the fact that your hands are now tied up and you’re blind folded. Not to mention.. stripped down to your underwear and socks.
"You're getting further and further away. What a shame, I thought you knew me better than that." Lex scoffs, hushing shallowly into your ear.
"I'm sorry.." you mutter, slightly squirming with your hands tied behind your back.
You suddenly feel a SMACK on your leg.
"I don't want sorry, I want you to figure it out. I know you can," Lex's hand lingers on your thigh, his thumb rubbed over the seam of your briefs.
"Show me what else you've got, handsome." He purrs softly. You can practically hear the teasing grin on his face as he says it.
You gulped, lifting your head upwards to his direction.
"...Disillusioned?" You stay still, but feel your skin develop goosebumps from the silence.
Suddenly, you felt his hands press up against the bottom of your thighs, lifting your legs up.
“Ah– what- what’s happening?” you laughed nervously. Not being able to see him made it all the more intimidating.
Lex breathes in, sounding slightly less irritated.
“‘Disillusioned’ means to have lost faith in something you formerly trusted. Tell me, should I be losing my trust in you, dear?” He utters the term of endearment with a taunting tone, holding your thighs up at a right angle from the rest of your body.
You whimpered at the touch. Your hands clenched into fists.
The sensual teasing continued for some time.
Lex wasn’t exactly a sadist, but he enjoyed watching you squirm for synonyms at his mercy.
Eventually, you both got away from the wordplay, from one position to another.
“How do you want it?” Lex asks, whispering into your ear.
“Now— I want it now..” you groan.
“I didn’t ask when, I said how. Do you want it to be gentle? rough? Fast or slow?” He clarified.
“Any way!” You cried, “I don’t care..!” you whined louder. “I just want it now. Please!”
Your cries went straight to his ego. And somewhere else, much lower.
“What a change in attitude. Where’d my dear boyfriend go?” He sounds amused, leaning his body forward against the back of your briefs. Teasing you with the feeling of his hard-on.
You moaned impatiently. As Lex held your legs up high for the position, your ankles nudged against his neck with a squirm.
You panted, “Your boyfriend is right here and he’s sick and tired of being teased all night long, god dammit.”
Lex pauses for a brief moment. You presume he must have checked his watch or the digital clock on the night-stand.
“It's only been 32 minutes since we started.” He hums matter-o-factly, then takes one hand off your thighs to grab one of your pestering ankles.
“Didn’t know you got so feisty when you're desperate.” He chuckled.
‘Desperate? I’M desperate?’
“oh, BITE ME for fucks sake!” You shouted, running out of breath as you kicked your foot out of Lex’s grip. It didn't hit him, luckily—but it sure did shock him.
“Hey, relax!” Lex says in his normal tone, reverting from his previous coos, now with concern.
“If I wasn't tied up— I'd be throwing hands with you right now, Lex.” You huffed, trying to manoeuvre your legs all the way out of his grasp. You managed to push yourself away with one leg against his chest for a second. It just barely worked. Lex was not amused.
“Hey–!” He sounded mad. Baffled, even.
You laid back against several lush pillows, trying to sit yourself upright with your hands tied. It was more of a struggle than anything else.
Lex stared at you for a moment, taking time to think about how you went from his ego-boosting wet dream to sounding like you wanted to rip his head off. But it’s not the worst emotional shift he’s seen. Hell, he’s caused more than a few dozen of those himself. He’s been the one in the shift, himself.
You panted, catching your breath as you slowly stopped squirming with the rope around your wrists. It just hurt now. There wasn’t any way you could get it off yourself.
“I’m probably going to get rope burn from this shit,” you thought.
There was an awkward silence. The room felt colder. But maybe that’s due to the lack of clothing..
You heard the man in front of you sigh slowly. His footsteps change direction.
Before you knew it, Lex had moved to sit beside you on the bed, untying the bondage on your wrists, carefully.
“You could have just said you wanted it off.” He remarks calmly.
Then, Lex undoes your blindfold and lets the soft, silk fabric fall from your face.
You blink a few times, slowly, to see the room is dimly lit. There's no windows, but there is a warm lit lamp on the night-stand. It wasn’t harsh on the eyes, thankfully.
As you finish letting your eyes adjust, you notice you had been rubbing your wrists subconsciously from the second they were released. There is a reddish hue to the area the rope was on, but it’ll fade soon enough.
“Mmmh..” you sigh, looking down, exhausted.
It hits you that Lex's bodyweight is sinking in the bed you’re laying on.
You turn over to see him.
Lex is sitting up, gazing right back at you.
“Does it hurt?” He gestures to your wrists, his expression looked neutral.
“...Not really.” You mumbled as your fingers brushed over the sore spot from being bent for so long.
Another silence came, this one more tense than awkward. And you could see him out of the corner of your eye. His neck tilted down, arms crossed, as if he was contemplating being sorry.
Maybe he was sorry. But you can never assume that of a Luthor.
“Y’know.. I shouldn't have to convince my boyfriend to fuck me when he’s the one who wants to do it.” You huffed, looking up at him, tired. You had a small frown on your expression, showing you were not having any more of this foreplay-edging game, despite that it was over.
Lex’s attention jumped to your eyes. For a split second he looked like a dear in headlights.
He blinked, expression turned to solidarity. “...I understand your frustration. I went too far, and I shouldn't have tested your patience.”
Your displeased face held its composure, “Just lay off it next time,” you turned away from him, sighing.
It’s not worth bickering over.
“..Does that mean I’m forgiven?” You hear him ask with a semitone of curiosity. The weight of his body shifts closer on the bed.
“Is he really sucking up right now?” You think.
You slowly side-eye him. “Almost,” you say, passive-aggressively conveying irritation.
Lex gets off the bed, moving to the other side—where you resided to ignore him from.
You sat on the edge, pulling your floor-tossed socks back on.
Lex suddenly stood in front of you. Directly 1 foot in front of you.
You paused, staring up at him once more with a glare.
He proceeded to get on his knees.
Lex’s eyes never left contact from yours as he bracketed himself between your legs. Hands on his thighs, looking oh-so obediently up at you.
“How can I make it up to you?” He asked, sincerely as ever.
“...What?” You blinked and raised an eyebrow, staring at his composed demeanour.
“I want to make it up to you. Fully.”
“Oh yeah, how? By sucking my dick? Is that what you’re sitting like that for?” You didn’t hesitate to question.
Lex kept a collectedly calm face the whole time, “If that’s what you want, so be it.”
Your eyebrows pursed together, uncertain.
“...No. That’s not what I want, actually,” you hum as you stare him down, wondering what he was up to with this new tactic.
“I get to mess with him now,” you thought and grinned.
Lex’s face showed a micro-expression of confusion. Your grin must mean something.
“I await your command,” he states, eyes locking with yours, appearing innocent as could be.
“Oh, really?” You lean forward, putting a hand on his shoulder. He doesn't flinch.
You hum, pulling his shirt’s collar up for control.
“Even if it’s sexual?” You tried to make the question appear genuine to its concern.
“...Of course.” His eyes gaze into yours. You notice his pupils dilating ever-so-slightly more. He’s enjoying this.
You want to give him a taste of his own game.
You gently let go of his collar, letting your index finger trace up his neck, “Can you.. give me one word to describe how you’re feeling right now?”
“Willing.” Lex purrs without missing a beat.
You chuckle at his response.
‘Damn, he is turned on.’ you can’t help but think.
“You know, a synonym for ‘willing’ is submissive..” you chime. Lex’s facade falters for a second.
“It’s also—” Lex started but you quickly cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips to shut him up.
“—You want to make it up to me? No more talking. You can nod and shake your head, got it?” You took control quickly, staring at him.
Your boyfriend hesitantly nodded as you took your finger off his lips and shifted your hand to his cheek.
“Are you willing enough to let me have sex with you as your punishment?” You pursed your lips.
Lex slowly nodded, looking up at you.
You occasionally eyed his pants to see if he was still erected.
Your eyes narrowed at him, looking a little more lustful than before, “You willing to bottom?” You asked, softer.
The man’s face in the palm of your hand nodded again. You could see the slightest movement from his crotch. Lex tried to play it off as readjusting his position—but you could tell it was more than that.
“Are you...” you paused, making him wait and give you all his attention, “..willing to let me cum inside you?” You smirked, trying to see if he’d play your game.
You see him raise a brow at you this time. Your boyfriend shakes his head, ‘no’.
Your eyebrows slightly raise, “Oh,” you nod.
