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. ༘⋆summary. despite being Lex Luthor's girl, you had a big heart. you've always had a soft spot for Ultraman and cared for him on the days Lex had him running drills for hours on end - something he never forgot. one sleepless night, you encounter him.
. ༘⋆notes. ultraman is inexperienced but eager. contains making out and dry-humping over his suit and teaching ultraman how to finger you. he is fully clothed you are naked. he is obsessed with the way you feel and smell and are.
The control room at LuthorCorp wasn't a bad place to seek out when you couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. The floor to ceiling windows offered a stunning view of Metropolis below, and the bustling streets soothed you, calling to you amidst your restless thoughts at this late hour.
"You are awake." A voice says, pulling you out of your thoughts. Ultraman comes into focus, mask-muffled voice ringing through the air, gravely, almost unpracticed.
"Ultraman," you gasp, "What are you doing here?"
He shrugs, gesturing to the view of the city silently.
You take in the way he sits, how the city lights reflect on the mask still covering his face, stool turned towards the very same view you had come here yourself for.
He too appears to stare out at the glittering city streets, the ones seemingly sleepless as you both.
"Lex is… behind you?" He asks, tone almost afraid.
"No. I…haven't seen him tonight," you answer in earnest.
You didn't see him most nights. He opted to shut you in your quarters, unreachable after a certain time each evening. Was probably fucking some other woman or dreaming of the way he would finally defeat Superman.
You were nothing to him. And you both were aware. You were just a pretty face he could take credit for as he wrapped his hand around your waist when the paparazzi were looming. A good PR move.
"It's just me."
Ultraman turns to look at you at this. His stare feels calculated, an intentional look behind the unfeeling goggles of his mask.
Unable to help yourself, you approach where he sits, footsteps pattering against the floors of the control room.
You can hear the hum of idle computers melding with the roar of your pulse in your ear.
A tension fills the air as you reach the stool where he's sitting. Ultraman can hear the way your pulse has accelerated in tempo, the way your breath grew shallow.
"I….We shouldn't…"
"Want to." he says, before pulling you into his lap where he was seated, gloved hands touching all the skin he could reach.
Ultraman takes in the way your nightgown accentuates the softness of your curves. He brushes his hand over your nipples that have pebbled in the cool air of the evening, the silk stopping at the creamy skin of your thighs.
Luthor was a fucking fool.
A growl rumbles in his chest as you reach for the bottom of his mask, touch delicate as you pull it over his head.
With his obsession with Superman reaching new heights, Lex Luthor had been forcing Ultraman to run drills all day, every day. And it was you who was patching up his wounds, touch devastatingly gentle as you talked about your day to distract him from the ache in his bones.
As you told him how proud you were of him.
Ultraman had gotten too used to your touch, your softness – it was too familiar, to the point where he couldn't help but crave it.
As you pull the mask over his head, you can see the way his pupils have already dilated, swallowing up the blue, gaze wild and fixed on you.
Ultraman can't help himself as he leans down, capturing your lips with his.
It starts off gentle, him holding you close to his chest like you're something precious, gloved hand running up and down your back, almost soothingly. He tangles that same hand in your hair, taking in the way you feel so small in his arms. How you smelled like sweet shampoo and tasted like spearmint toothpaste.
He was addicted.
A primal need raced through his bloodstream as he deepened the kiss, taking advantage of the way that you gasp at his intensity and licking into your mouth, biting down on the lip he'd so often see you worry between your teeth. He revels in the way you moan, how you wrap your arms around him, melting into him.
Unable to hold himself back, he pulls your nightgown up and over your head.
Ultraman takes advantage of the expanse of your neck being exposed to him, pressing kisses to it and feeling greedy as he drowned in your scent.
The attention he was giving to your neck would surely leave marks – he hoped anyway. Ones that you'd probably cover up expertly with makeup. The thought makes him want to mark you up even more.
He stops to place a kiss at your pulse point, your source of life, laving his tongue over it in a way that almost felt worshipful.
Ultraman was practically beside himself as he took in the swells of your breasts, brushing a gloved thumb over your nipple before leaning to take it in his mouth. His eyes are closed as he runs his tongue over the sensitive bud, swirling his tongue around it. He uses his hand to begin to play with the other, almost as if in a trance.
You grab onto his hair, burying your face into the crook of his neck and breathing in the scent of him as he grabs the globes of your ass, grinding against the erection that strained against the confines of his engineered suit.
"You feel good," he groans into your ear as he continues to move you over his clothed cock, drinking in the sweet way you moan. Peeling off one of his gloves, he runs an exploratory finger over your clothed cunt where you’re perched on top of him, damp with your arousal.
"Wet."
With hardly a struggle, he repositions to hold you in his arms, your back against his chest as he spreads your legs for him, clumsily running his hand over your cloth covered folds before tearing your panties off of you.
He wanted to feel every part of you.
"It feels good when you put your fingers like this," you say, voice gentle, moving his hand to hover over your puffy clit. Your hand covers his as you teach him how to rub your clit just the way you like it, before encouraging him to tease open your fluttering entrance with one of his fingers.
"Yes," you moan at the stretch, "Oh, that feels so good."
Ultraman groans at the noise you let out as he touches you the way you show him, finding himself getting addicted to making you make those gorgeous noises all for him. You grab onto his forearm as pushes in another thick finger, practically falling apart with need at the way you were reacting to his touch as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.
"Oh god, I'm getting close," you say, voice high and breathy.
He can hardly believe his eyes as you come apart in his arms, hips bucking as he works you through your release, tits heaving as you pant for him. He doesn't know to let up, drinking in your pleasure, addicted to the way you felt, a dangerous glint entering his eyes as you keep crying out from his touch, reaching a point of overstimulation.
"S-stop," you plead eventually, reaching out to still his hand.
You watch as he pulls his fingers out of you before bringing them up to his lips curiously. His mouth practically waters after his first taste; he's not able to tear his gaze away from you as he takes his time, thoroughly licking them clean.
Ultraman holds you in his arms as you caught your breath. Your head rests back against him, both now turned to gaze at the unsleeping city below.
a/n: trust, he came in his pants. eve!reader my beloved. thanks for reading <33
