it’s almost funny, the way the whole city shakes when they hear his name. lex luthor. the billionaire tyrant. the man who could smile in your face while orchestrating your downfall behind the scenes. no one dared to cross him—most didn’t even dare to look him in the eye.
except you.
you’re curled up in his penthouse office, legs tucked beneath you on the leather sofa as you read, pretending not to notice the tension in the air. his phone is on speaker, and his voice is a blade—cutting, cold, and calculated as he tears into some poor ceo who made the mistake of double-crossing him.
“your incompetence is almost impressive,” he says, tone silky and dangerous. “fix it, or i’ll make sure your company’s worth less than the paper your contracts are printed on.”
the call ends. silence.
then he looks at you, and the change is instant. the storm in his expression fades, replaced by something warm—almost gentle.
“you’re quiet today,” he says, crossing the room to sit beside you. his suit jacket shifts, the faintest scent of his cologne wrapping around you. “everything alright?”
you smile, shrugging. “just staying out of your way while you handle… whatever that was.”
his hand finds yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “that was business,” he murmurs. “this… is the only part of my day that matters.”
it’s jarring, how his voice softens just for you. the same man who could make an entire boardroom tremble now tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear like you’re made of glass.
“you have no idea what i’d do to keep you out of that world,” he says, eyes locked on yours. “the things i’ve done already…”
and you believe him—because everyone else gets the devil, but you get the man.
your presence has actually saved a few people’s jobs. if you’re in the room, he won’t go full lex luthor on them—though he’ll still mutter sarcastic comments under his breath for your amusement.
you’re perched on the edge of lex’s sleek glass desk, flipping through a magazine, when his assistant bursts in looking pale.
“mister luthor, about the shipping error—”
lex doesn’t even let them finish. “don’t,” he says, his voice sharp enough to cut steel. “do you have any idea how much that mistake cost me? how much time i’ve wasted because you can’t do your job?”
you glance up from the page, watching as the assistant’s throat works nervously. they’re about three seconds away from being unemployed.
lex leans forward in his chair, hands clasped like a predator ready to pounce. “give me one good reason I shouldn’t—”
“lex.”
your voice is soft, but it stops him mid-sentence. his eyes flick to you, and the fire in them dims.
you tilt your head. “maybe let them fix it. everyone makes mistakes.”
there’s a long pause. you can see the war in his expression—the part of him that wants to make an example out of incompetence, and the part that just can’t bring himself to refuse you anything.
finally, he sighs. “fine. fix it. don’t let it happen again.”
the assistant stammers a thank-you and all but runs out of the office.
lex leans back in his chair, eyes on you. “you know I just gave them a free pass because you’re here, right?”
you smirk. “you’re welcome.”
he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “you’re the only one in this building who could talk me down like that.”
and you know it’s true—because in lex’s world, mercy is rare, and you’re the only reason it ever happens.
and in the bedroom…he’s more tender and loving than ever.
the bedroom is dim, lit only by the city lights spilling in through the tall windows. you barely have time to set your things down before lex is on you—his hands gripping your hips, his mouth at your throat.
“do you know,” he murmurs between kisses, “how many people I had to deal with today just to get back here to you?”
you shiver at the low, heated tone. his lips trail along your jaw, slow but insistent.
“they waste my time, they try my patience…” his hands slide up your sides, fingertips brushing just enough to make you melt, “…but you—” he pauses to press a deep, unhurried kiss to your lips “—you’re the only thing I want.”
there’s possessiveness in the way he moves you backward until the back of your knees hit the bed. he eases you down, following you, bracing himself above you like he’s caging you in—not to trap you, but to keep the rest of the world out.
every touch is deliberate, almost reverent, but there’s an underlying claim in it too, like he’s reminding you that you’re his. his thumb drags across your lower lip, eyes dark with something that’s equal parts hunger and devotion.
“i can be cruel to anyone else,” he says, voice like velvet and smoke, “but with you? i can’t. i won’t. you’re mine, and you get all of me.”
and when he kisses you again, it’s deep, slow, and consuming—tender in a way that feels dangerous, like he’d tear the city apart if it ever dared to take you from him.
boss!lex who presses down on the bulge in your tummy while he’s fucking you from behind. just to feel himself. just to prove it’s him. that deep. that thick. that inhuman.
“look at you,” he murmurs, palm flat against your stomach, pressure sharp, cock sharper. “you feel that? that’s me, sweetheart. all of me.”
he holds it there the whole time—like it’s his favorite part. like the sight of you stretched around him, full to the brim, isn’t enough. he needs evidence.
(he also slaps it on your face—WHO SAID THAT?????)
Warnings: Smut! MDNI! (18+) Unprotected sex, Oral (M&F rec), threesome (MMF), just general messiness, Clark is submissive mess at points, he also begs- a lot, fingering, dirty talk, double penetration, cum-swapping, Lex is an asshole but we kinda dig it, good girl mentions, eating out, swearing. Not proofread!
A.N: PUREEEEEEEE FILTHHHHHHHHH
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You were sick and tired of his pouting and his anger.
You were sick and tired of him not giving you any attention.
You were sick and tired of his dedication to another man and not you.
“Lex?” You called out “Baby, take some time to relax a little,” you told him while you began massaging his shoulders. He didn’t shrug you off this time, like he had done so earlier during an intense round of tracking Superman- his way of almost telling you that he was sorry without saying the words. The knots built up in his muscles slowly melting under your touch. You went up on your tiptoes, bringing your lips to his ear “You wanna release some of this tension?” He glanced back a little, one eye remaining on the team in front of him.
“How?” He asked, almost as if it was an inconvenience, a faint groan leaving his throat when you rubbed a particularly annoying ache from his shoulders.
“I’m not wearing underwear…” you suggestively said, playfully biting his earlobe just to emphasise your eagerness for him. “You can fuck it out. On me. Always.” You whispered. “Just not here in front of your minions.” That was your only request.
“If anyone needs me I’ll be in my office.” He told them all, turning around and clutching your hands tightly in his. “No one disturb me.” He bit out his warning.
Lex practically tossed you into his office and commanded you to bend over his desk. You happily went along with his demands, you were just glad to you have him. Even if it was just like this. Even if it was briefly. You had reached past the point of caring today. You just knew he needed this and you needed him.
Lex hiked up your dress, the air-con hitting your thighs before his hands caressed them. The sound of his zipper being forcefully pulled down made you spread your legs a little wider, Lex smirked at that.
Your eyes were transfixed on the glass panes in front of you, the city buildings cascading shadows to the streets below as the sun was being pulled towards the horizon.
There was no warning. No foreplay. No nothing.
Just Lex forcing himself into your pussy with as much thrust and might he could muster. He growled, ripped from the back of his throat as bubbles of spit foamed between the row of teeth he sunk into his bottom lip.
You gripped onto the end of his desk with both hands, moans drifting from your lips to his ears. He didn’t say anything. He just did what you said he could do- Fuck it out with you. Lex gripped onto your hips as he mercilessly thrusted in and out of you, your cries of his name between curses and the desk scraping only encouraging him on.
Your air-con kissed thighs were now being warmed by ribbons of cum as he pulled out and finished off on you. Fast and with a purpose. He placed his hands flat on either side of you on the desk as he caught his composure.
“Finish yourself off and clean up. I need to get back.” His voice was tight as he stood up and zipped up his trousers again, letting out a deep huff of satisfied air from his chest as he walked to the door. He hesitated when he looked back at you, his hand was on the door as yours moved to touch yourself, doing what he asked, still spread out on his desk. “I needed that. Thank you.”
He almost sounded sincere.
—•—
You walked into Lex’s office the next day and found him hunched over on the sofa by the far corner of the room with his head in his hands.
“What’s the matter?” You asked and knelt by his knees, placing your chin on his right one and sending him a gaze you knew he would kill someone for.
He looked at you between his fingers. “Long day,” he sighed, his voice faltering until he remembered what you had offered him before. “Blow me.” You blinked and he sat back. “You heard me Y/N. Get on your knees and put my fucking dick in your mouth.” His dominant dark tone made you smirk. But you could be just as demanding and powerful as he was.
You were obliging for now, just, he was under a lot of stress and pressure after all. But you were still a woman with needs.
“And just what’s in it for me…?” You asked.
“Happy me?”
“And?”
“Fuck I don’t know? You wanna bounce on it too?” He almost sounded exasperated. But deep down he also hoped for that.
“Ding ding ding, we have a winner.”
You moved to between his legs and he helped you with his pants, Lex briefly cupping your cheek before you took his cock in your mouth. He let out a loud, shuddering groan as the warmth from your mouth spread throughout his body like a wildfire. “Fuck,” he hummed as your mouth engulfed him whole before teasing him with the tip of your tongue over his length, pre-cum already seeping from him.
You knew the power you possessed over the man.
A power that almost terrified him.
More power in your pinky than Superman had his entire body.
You carried on sucking him off, his grip tightening on the sofa, “I’ll cum inside your pussy! I’ll cum inside you!” Lex quickly panted out, almost panicked at how quickly you drew his orgasm from his body.
“You’ll do both.”
Your words weren’t delivered in the sweet, almost mewing tone he had become accustomed to. It caused his body to shake. But this was how it worked between you both. The play of power was often tossed back and forth between you both, the labels people placed on you both tossed around even more. He eventually burst, trembling as he spilled out on the back of your throat with loud groans leaving his mouth.
He caught his breath before it caught in his throat when he witnessed you stripping off in front of him as he remained mostly clothed, aside from his cock still standing to attention for you.
You sunk down on his cock, your soaking pussy swallowing him just as well as your mouth did. “I don’t know if I can again.” Lex struggled to breathe, but his hands still worked however, roaming every inch of your body before they landed on your ass.
“You can and you will.” That tone again.
He moaned your name as you fucked him, catching his lips every so often. At one point you actually felt him smile against your skin. “F-fuck! FUCK!” He screamed “I can’t, Y/N!”
You ignored him as you continued bouncing up and down on his throbbing cock, his arms wrapping around you tightly as if that would ease the bubble of pleasure building inside him. “Shit, Lex, I’m gonna cum!” You stopped bouncing, he carried on by bucking his hips and saw you both through another orgasm for him and your own.
You fell limp against his body, a wild and untameable giggle leaving your throat. Lex took deep breaths, his cum still spilling from the space between both your bodies as he kissed over your bare shoulder. More tension released from his body which he was thankful for. Thankful for you.
Not that he’d ever tell you.
He had to maintain his stony, hardened persona he spent years building.
There had been moments where he found himself slipping, where he’d remain with a smile on his face long after you left the room, or when you gave him what he didn’t even know he needed.
Like you knew him better than he knew himself.
Just then, he caught a flash of blue and red going past the windows. Lex threw you off his body and you let out a surprise yelp as he tossed you to the side and adjusted himself. “EYES ON THE SKY!” He yelled with venomous undertone to his team.
You watched as he left, anger causing your features to twist. With a huff you gathered your clothes, the only memory of him was now running down your inner thigh. You knew deep in your soul no matter how much you gave him and let him take, no matter how many times he released his tension on you or in you it would never be enough.
He needed something else to satisfy his needs.
You looked out to the sky, seeing the man in blue and red dart through the sky.
He needed someone else to satisfy his needs.
You needed Superman.
—•—
You stood outside your secluded house on the outskirts of the suburbs one evening, it was late, there was a chill in the air.
Letting out a sigh with the wind before clearing your throat, you let out a bloodcurdling shriek, crying out for the superhuman to save you over and over. Part of you wasn’t acting- you really did need him to save you and finally get the gratification you- and you supposed Lex- deserved.
You heard whirring in the air almost like a sonic boom as the sound of the clocks in the city chiming it was 11pm. He had heard you.
You fell to the ground.
He arrived.
“Ma’am? Are you okay?” You almost melted at his concerned tone. Lex would never be that soft or gentle speaking to you.
You felt him get closer, the heat from his body sent chills down your spine as you discreetly grabbed the chloroform soaked cloth that was in your pocket. When he bent down and held both your arms in his hands, that’s when you struck.
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Lex could be doing without going to yours at one in the morning, after working late trying to find Superman again after he suddenly vanished from the grid took a toll on him that evening.
But he thought if he couldn’t have Superman, he could have you. A fuck would satisfy him enough until morning before he started the search again.
“Y/N?” He called out whist entering your home. Modern. Sleek. Refined. Eye-wateringly expensive. Jaw-dropping. Much like yourself with all aspects of your life.
You had met by chance one day over discussions in quantum physics, your brains and your beauty were a lethal mix and he had you by his side ever since. Lex knew you could leave anytime, you were popular in the public eye and smart beyond belief. You were just as powerful as him- he thought even more so. He often wondered what you were doing with him.
That’s what made his heart flutter more than anything.
“Lex, baby!” You were far too excited for his tiredness to cope with. “Hi, how was your day?”
His eyes roamed up and down your frame, a black silk robe that showed just enough skin and the lingerie you wore for him underneath made him lick his lips. “Okay. Not great. A little better now.” He smirked and walked towards you.
“Oh my poor Lex,” you cooed with your bottom lip pouted out. Before he could kiss you, you pulled back, causing him to blink in surprise and his chest creating a pain he had never felt before. “Not just yet. I have a present for you…” the wicked grin on your lips and the motioning for him to follow you to the bedroom made him think this was some sort of game you wanted to play. Some weird foreplay fantasy you wanted to act out.
He went with it, almost begrudgingly, into your dark room. “Y/N?” His eyes tried hard to adjust before the lamp went on with the snap of your fingers.
Lex fell to his knees at the sight before him.
You casually perched on Superman’s lap, scantily clad in the laciest lingerie set you owned, arm lazily draped over his shoulder and his entire body bound to a chair.
“Surprise!” You grinned. Lex couldn’t say a single word.
Faint, groggy groans left his mouth as Superman came to from his chloroform haze. “W-what..what’s going on…?” He asked, blinking the haze from his eyes before they went wide at the sight of you on him. “Wai-wait you’re-,” his head snapped to Lex who was still in his knees with a trembling lip. “And he’s-,” his head snapped back to you “What?!”
“Well,” you booped his nose and he jolted, trying to undo the restraints. You remained unfazed sitting on him. “I’ll tell you what’s going on, Superman.” You motioned to Lex with a forced nod “He’s too obsessed with you to give me a good old fashioned dicking down. Part of me was okay to a point with that but for god sake- I love being fucked and have needs! As selfish as that may be…” you narrowed your eyes at him and Lex gulped, receiving an almost disappointed look from Superman. “So that’s where you come in.” He snapped his head to you “Because he’s just as needy as me. And he needs you.”
Lex stood up, almost stumbling forward “N-no! No Y/N, you don’t know what this means! I can finally-”
You cut him off with a stern glare “Ah ah none of this shit, Lex.” You warned. “Just fucking.” Your voice was conniving and convincing. “You both either have to fight or fuck. Tonight is the latter.” You told them both, neither of them having much of a choice thanks to your dominating commands. “Besides. I need satisfaction too and you are easy on the eyes.” You winked at the man bound on your chair.
“B-but you’re mine…” Lex breathed out.
You let out a snort of laughter, shaking your head. “Lex, baby, you know I don’t belong to anyone.”
He swallowed hard. He knew you were right.
“Don’t I get a say in this?!” Clark yelped, finding himself in a completely unknown predicament. Completely flattered and turned on predicament- but that was beside the point.
You hummed, mock thinking before forcing a smile on your face.
“No.”
“I suppose I can put my life outside these walls to the side for an evening.” Clark quietly said, his strong voice almost breaking as he eyed your lace kissed body before glancing up to Lex and noticing a bulge forming in his trousers. “Can you?”
“I can.”
You stood up from Superman’s lap clapping your hands together with one sharp sound.
“Well then, let’s get started, shall we?” You grinned.
“Let’s.” Lex licked his lips.
“Where do you want to begin Lex?” He raised a brow at you “He’s your toy. What do you want from him?”
Lex didn’t miss a beat. “I want you to straddle him, still bound, and kiss him while I watch.” His voice was dark, Clark had goosebumps running up his arms. You and the superhero locked eyes with one another before looking back to Lex.
You nodded “Whatever you want, baby, he’s your play date after all.” Play date. Lex almost came at the thought. “Let’s have a safe word- just incase.”
“Kryptonite.”
Clark swallowed hard at Lex’s ever darkening tone and demeanour as his biggest weakness left his lips. He had a feeling that after you both had your way with him- that weakness would change.
You laughed wildly at his choice as you straddled the hero and leaned forward, your lips capturing his. He was hesitant at first, lips frozen in place. But you slowly melted him down the deeper the kiss became, he started to let himself go but still kept his wits about him. Your fingers ran through his curls as your body began to grind on him. “He tastes like cherries, Lex.” You murmured.
“Keep going, keep kissing him. Use your tongue.” He commanded as his hand rested on his cock and palmed himself through his trousers. Clark caught him out the corner of his eye and moaned into your mouth. Both his tongue and your own fighting for dominance. When he bit your lip you pulled back with a gasp and pulled his head back by the hair, causing him to moan and allowing you to spit into his mouth when his lips parted. He happily swallowed. Lex finally got it out his pants at the sight and touched himself, unbuttoning his shirt at the same time.
“You want him to help you out baby?” You asked with a honeyed tone, Lex nodded his head and you smirked standing up from Superman and pushing back the chair he was on until he was almost vertical. “Open wide for him, space boy.”
Clark did just that, Lex’s body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement as he brought the tip of his cock to Clark’s lips. Lex looked at you for encouragement which you gave him with a nod of your head.
You fell to your knees watching Lex’s face contort with instant pleasure, a pool of wetness almost dripping onto your bedroom floor at the sight. Your hands shakily, and ferociously, clawed off the distinctive blue and red lower half of Superman’s suit, Clark moaned at the sensation, a ricocheting effect swarmed Lex’s body at the gentle vibration. “Fuck, look at me while your mouth fucks me.” Lex spat at the man, almost becoming undone at the sight of the tip of his cock creating a bulge in the hero’s throat.
You smirked watching him lavish and lap up every second he had of you both. At the power he possessed over the man with the ‘S’ on his chest. Lex looked down further to you when he heard a soft gasp leave your mouth. “Holy…shit.” Your eyes glanced up to Lex. “Super in many ways…” your eyebrow raised “Supersized that is.” A faint laugh of disbelief left your throat at the size of him. Roughly on par with Lex but oh so different too.
“You better moan like you’ve never moaned in your damn life for her.” Lex demanded that from him, the superhuman eyes forming a tear in the corner of them as he felt your mouth around his cock. Clark squeezed his eyes shut and did just what Lex asked, a tear of pure, unfiltered pleasure streaming down his cheek. A strained, muffled scream left Clark’s throat as you increased your pace and introduced your hand to the mix. A string of swears leaving Lex’s throat as he came watching you pleasuring his greatest enemy while his greatest enemy was pleasuring him. Clark choked on the hot spurts that painted his tongue, Lex pulling out in just enough time to paint his face and lips too.
Lex cleared his throat, a command without saying anything. You stood up, Clark whining at loss of sensation. Lex placed a firm grip on his jaw- Clark suspected he would see his fingerprints there for at least a week- to hold his head in place as you used the top of your tongue to clean what was left of him from the hero. “Can I?” You batted your eyes at Lex, Clark’s brows furrowing slightly. But you and Lex had a secret language only the two of you would ever understand- and he heard your request loud and clear.
You didn’t even bother wasting the two seconds it would have taken you to remove your underwear, merely pushing it to the side as you straddled Superman again, this time sitting on his cock that was desperate for a release. “O-oh, oh god,” he took deep inhales and fewer exhales feeling your tight pussy perfectly moulding around him. “I need to touch you.”
Lex, as his breathing just about steadied, features tightened at his words. “No funny business,” he told him as he removed his unbuttoned shirt, Clark frantically nodding. He knew better than that and he knew better than to run away when he was balls deep in someone as gorgeous as you. Lex gingerly untied his bounds and Clark’s arms flew around your waist the second he had the chance, standing up while keeping himself inside you.
“You feel so good,” Clark practically blubbered “So, so good.”
Your moans were sporadic between his harsh thrusts, you reached a shaking hand out to Lex who gently held it and brought your knuckles to his lips. “Fuck! Lex! He’s just as desperate as you!” You giggled, Clark taking your words almost personally and in return taking it out roughly on your pussy.
“Oh,” Lex stood behind the man with a smirk, hands resting on his muscular, suit clad shoulders “I can tell.” Lex kissed Clark’s neck before sinking his teeth into it, biting on him like he was his personal chew toy. The hero yelped in both pain and pleasure. “Don’t you dare cum in her just yet.” He bit him again. “Y/N baby, show him how tight that pussy can get when you cum.” You nodded with a moan, your back arching while Clark fucked you, skilfully and gently holding you. His grip was so much softer than Lex’s. “How perfect is she? That’s my pussy. Anytime. Anywhere. All mine.” His voice gritted out, jealousy seeping into Clark’s bones at Lex’s words.
“Sh-sh-shit!” You trembled, not just your voice but your entire body experiencing an earthquake thanks to the man holding you. You gripped his hair tightly, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Lex! LEX!” You screamed the other man’s name while Clark fucked you, only causing him to be even rougher. Lex kissed you, wildly, he never thought in a million years he’d experience something like this. He felt high, feverish, like this was oxygen. He wondered how he’d breathe again when this all came to an end.
You screamed at Lex as an orgasm ripped through your body, the villainous figure laughing at the sight. Clark continued, wanting…needing…his own. Wanting to spill everything he had inside you as thanks for concocting the idea.
But you moved your leg and fell back onto your bed. Clark was on the verge of sobbing, his cock about to explode at the next touch he experienced, even if it was just a graze. “No.” You breathed out, barely even getting that word out. Lex sat next to your sprayed out figure. “No because you’re gonna beg for him.” You all but snarled, Lex hand a faint tinge of red on his cheeks from blushing at your command. You demanded for his pleasure from a man who had tormented him. “You’re gonna feel what it’s like to beg for Lex Luthor. You’re gonna get on your knees and beg for a sweet release from him.”
Maybe you had resent for just a second, maybe you just wanted someone else to know the same feeling that lingered in your bones every now and then when Lex left you desperate and dripping.
Maybe you just wanted Lex to have a little more ego- if that was even possible.
Lex snapped his fingers for to you to sit up, you did just that, he undid your bra and Clark watched as he got to touch your perfect chest and pepper kisses down your neck. He would have killed him for that opportunity. “You heard my lady, on your knees.”
Clark fell to the floor, ripping his top from his chest, almost as a plea. A plea that he was happy to do anything as long as he had the chance to adorn you both in white ribbons of cum and tension that was building within him.
“Please.”
He listened as you moaned under Lex’s touch, how one hand played with your nipple as the other played with your pussy.
“Please.”
“Not good enough.” Lex spat, bringing his fingers you had soaked to both his and your mouth while your eyes were locked on Clark’s. “Tastes like fucking heaven.”
Clark crawled forward on his knees, you extended a foot out and stopped him by pressing it to his shoulder. He moved his head and feverishly kissed your calf. “Look at him Lex, he worships me…” you teased.
Lex let out a snort “How could he not?” He placed an open kiss to your mouth. “Beg. For. It.”
“Please, please,” he asked with his hands clasped together “Please I wanna cum. I want you to make me cum. Y/N please. Lex please.” Tears were welling in his eyes.
You shared a look with Lex, it was more than good enough. “Open wide for him, Y/N. I suppose he deserves a taste.”
“Maybe if he’s good enough with his mouth on me we’ll let him cum,” you spoke to Lex as if Clark wasn’t in front of you, making him groan. You whisked off your underwear and tossed them over Clark’s face before they fell to the floor, he practically flew to your soaked core and lapped up your wet folds. A groan left your lips while one hand rested on his hair while the other reached for Lex.
He watched you, almost fascinated, at the faces you made. “You’re such lucky, lucky boy.” He said to the hero while looking at you. “Is he good, baby?” You nodded. “Tell me how good.”
“So fucking delightful…but never as good as you.” You sent him a playful wink and he let out a chuckle. “Do you want me to cum?” You had asked Lex, the master of it all asking him for guidance gave him a new wave of a sickening amount of twisted power.
“I want you to soak his face so much that I see it shining in the sky every time he flys past my window.” He darkly whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to your nose.
Clark hummed with sheer satisfaction hearing the sweet noises leaving your mouth. He was sure to be rewarded for his. He wrapped his hands over your hips and brought your pussy to his further into mouth, wanting you as close as possible. He moved his tongue, skilfully starting to fuck you with that and only that. The cry that left your mouth that almost made Lex burst again.
“I can’t…” your words broke into pieces as they left your mouth.
Lex gently gripped your jaw “You can and you will.” He was using the same card that you drew. “I need to see him make you cum again.”
Your eyes twitched along with the rest of your body, Lex watching as the sensations inside you made you jolt like you were being electrocuted. Clark held you down as another orgasm took over you, your wet core becoming more and more sensitive. You were almost certain that your legs wouldn’t work in the morning.
Clark pulled away with a gasp, cautious not to overstimulate you. He wanted to come too after all.
“Now?” He asked Lex with pleading eyes, the kind that could convince him to do anything for someone else for a change.
“Now.” Lex nodded.
Clark almost yelled with joy “How do you want me?” He asked Lex- you could practically see the ego that went to his head in that moment.
He looked at you, angelically lying completely and utterly fucked on the bed. He then looked at the broad, muscular hero still on his knees. “We went to Paris a few months ago.” Lex said, casually slipping off the tongue as effortlessly as he did from the bed. One hand wrapped around his hard cock, giving it a gentle tug and squeeze. “Do you miss the Eiffel Tower, Y/N?” He asked.
A wide grin spread over your face “I sure do, Lex.” He extended a hand to help you up from the mattress. “If only we could recreate it…” you falsely mused while looking at the hero on your bedroom floor.
“With three of us, we can.” Lex also reached a hand to Clark who took it without a moment of hesitation. “You know what,” he let his eyes wander up and down his built frame. “I’ll let you decide what you want to cum in. Don’t say I’m not generous.” You smirked, standing between the two men who were puffing out their chests a little more with each word said. “Mouth or pussy.”
Clark’s mouth opened and closed frantically. The two options almost overwhelmed him.
“I wanna look into her eyes.”
Lex blew a raspberry “I always knew you were a sappy piece of shit.” He lowly laughed, Clark fought hard not to roll his eyes. “Y/N bend over. Do as he wants.”
“Anything for you Superman…” you drawled out as you bent over, Lex harshly spanking your ass causing a yelp to leave your throat at the stinging sensation. “You too, Lex.”
“Good girl.” He growled as he slipped himself inside of you, causing your jaw to drop and allowing Clark to slip inside your gaping mouth. The two men let out strained groans as one took you from the front and the other from behind. “Look into her eyes.” Lex commanded, finding Clark boring into his own.
“Not just yet. I’m looking into yours.” He softly spoke, trying his best not to choke on his words while you choked on his length. Clark didn’t know what compelled him to but he reached out and placed his palm to the back of Lex’s neck and ask him a question that was hidden behind his lips most of the evening. “You wanna see if I taste like cherries?”
Your eyes rolled up to look at them both towering over you, Lex’s gaze dropping to you for a split second and finding you grinning up to him with the bane of his life fucking your mouth. You wanted that just as much as he did.
Clark brought Lex forward as they continued to fuck you and his lips finally met his for the first time. Lex desperately licked him, as much as he wanted to savour the moment, his erratic emotions get the better of him. “Shit, you do.” Lex virtually grumbled and kissed him harder. “You taste like her too. Fucking delicious.”
Clark moaned into his mouth “Can I cum, can I please cum, Lex?” Another tear of pleasure and desperation slipped down his cheek as his thighs shook. Lex bit down and pulled his bottom lip, drawing a groan from his throat.
He nodded “Look into her eyes as you do, you fucking soft sap.” Lex spat. Clark looked down, cupping your cheek with his hand, his eyes meeting yours. They were fully blown, hazy with lust and that’s what sent him over the edge. He stoped thrusting his hips as his cock poured into your mouth all while Lex poured himself into your pussy. You came with a shriek, your body going limp from the two of them. Clark just about managed to catch you in enough time before your body hit the floor.
Lex fell back into the bed where Clark shakily carried you to and softly placed you down on it before laying beside you.
You turned to Lex who silently opened his mouth for you and spat some remnants of Superman mixed with your saliva into his mouth, he hummed tasting him over his tongue. The three of you were a panting mess, sweat scattered over your bodies like stars. But Lex found enough strength to pull one final command from the superhero. “Taste us.” He demanded.
Clark slowly moved his tender, bitten and well fucked body down to your core again, almost crying at the sight of Lex Luthor seeping out of you. Clark pressed his mouth against you again and you almost hit the ceiling. Lex pinned you down, softly hushing you and kissing your forehead. Clark cleaned you up, soft and slowly, savouring the taste of both you and him on his tastebuds.
Clark moved to your side again and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. The two men shared a glance as tiredness engulfed you, the tension created now being replaced by another.
Hate.
But Lex was too tired to hate him right now. He’d have enough strength by morning. Clark felt the same and lay on the edge of the bed beside you both, his hand resting on top of Lex’s that was laying on top of your heart.
—•—
You woke up and found Lex softly snoring beside you, the pair of you still naked. You slowly sat up, your muscles aching in the best way possible.
You grabbed your dressing down and stepped out to the patio outside your bedroom where a figure, dressed in blue and red was standing. “Not even a goodbye kiss?” You teased him.
He turned around, a soft smirk gracing his face. “I figured a quiet exit would be best for all of us.”
A low hum left your lungs as you walked towards him, arms crossed over your chest. The pair of you stayed silent for a moment, enjoying the gentle birdsong and the sun rising, welcoming a new day.
“You cause him a lot of stress.” You confided in him, eyes forward and jaw locked. “I don’t like that.” Lex would have surely killed you spilling that secret to his self-confessed arch nemesis.
Clark pursed his lips together, trying to swallow the ball now lodged in his throat that was formed by your words. “He didn’t seem stressed tonight.” He turned to you just as you had to him, a brow raised. “Maybe next time I can cum in your pussy for him?”
Your lips pursed, a smile threatening to bless your face.
“Hmm…” you mulled over his proposition. “A next time you say?”
Clark chuckled, soft, almost as warm as the sun now hitting your face. “I’ll listen out for your screams.” He leaned down and kissed your cheek. “Then we can make you scream some more.”
He flew into the air as effortless as breathing was to you, leaving you alone on the patio. You watched as he disappeared behind a building before returning to bed with Lex. “What time is it?” He grumbled from his slumber.
“Early,” you replied watching him curl up on your lap as you gently stroked his back. “Go back to sleep. I have an interviews and meetings today. You stay in bed.”
—•—
“You’re late…” Perry grumbled as Clark made his way through the Daily Planet bullpen later that morning.
He was trying his best not to limp through it.
His body still ached from the night before, his skin peppered with bruises from the bites and heavy handed fucking. His shirt buttoned right to the top to hide the sins that were gifted to him.
Clark had a stack of papers stuffed between his body and upper arm as he tried his best to catch up with Perry, pushing up his glasses that were falling from the bridge of his nose.
“S-sorry! Traffic was a nightmare and-”
“Save it,” he held his hand up to him. “We don’t have a lot of time. I need these questions answered for the report.”
“S-sure!” Clark took the sheet from him and followed him to one of the interview rooms. “Who is it I’m-”
Perry opened the door, greeting the person on the other side a with an apology and a wide smile for keeping you waiting. Clark almost dropped all the papers at the sight before him.
“Ms. Y/N Y/L/N,” Perry shook your hand and extended another out to the journalist. “Clark Kent.”
You reached your hand out “Clark Kent,” shaking his after he compulsively extended out his own limply and in complete dumbfound. “The pleasure is all mine.”
Clark swallowed hard and nodded, knowing all last night it was. His aches twinged again at the sight of you. The safe word he never dreamed of using now on the tip of his tongue. His mind screaming. ‘Kryptonite. Kryptonite. Kryptonite.’
He was in danger and you were blithely unaware.
You sat back in the chair crossing your legs, that same wicked smirk across your face that he begged for almost causing him to implode.
“You have some questions for me, Clark Kent?” He nodded.
my kryptonite - lex luthor (nicholas hoult version - superman 2025)
ᯓ pairing lex luthor x naive!finance!reader
ᯓ summary to you, lex luthor is your superman—loving, protective, and misunderstood. but when superman tries to pull you away, lex uses a hidden device he implanted in you months ago to keep you by his side. you wake in his summer home, aching but devoted, still calling him your hero. because no matter what he’s done, he’ll always be your superhero, and you’ll always be his kryptonite.
ᯓ genre angst • comfort (twisted tho) • psychological romance • dark romance • drama
ᯓ warning emotional manipulation • gaslighting controlling relationship • power imbalance • involuntary bodily control (shock device) • mentions of confinement (pocket universe cells) • superhero vs. villain themes with moral ambiguity • dubious consent regarding bodily autonomy • possessiveness
Lex, brilliant and sharp-edged, who saw the world as a puzzle to solve and humanity as a riddle he could never quite figure out. The world saw a villain. She saw the man who brought her roses after being away longer than he said, who memorized the way her voice caught when she talked about the stars above their penthouse, her feel like the only person in the world worth protecting.
And in his arms, she felt safe. Untouchable. Chosen.
Even when the news called him dangerous. Even when he stared too long at the television whenever Superman appeared. Even when he disappeared for hours—blood on his collar and fire in his eyes—only to return and kiss her knuckles like nothing had happened.
To her, Lex was the hero. The real Superman. Her superman
⸻
“If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?”
She sat on the marble edge of the rooftop garden he built for her, legs dangling over the side, dressed in his shirt and nothing else. The Metropolis skyline flickered below. Lex stood behind her, arms crossed, eyes locked on the sky like it had wronged him personally.
“If I go crazy,” he said suddenly, voice low, “will you still call me Superman?”
She turned, confused but smiling. “What?”
He stepped closer, crouched beside her. “You call me that sometimes,” he murmured, brushing her hair back. “Superman. Your Superman.” His eyes searched hers. “But if I lost everything—my company, my mind, if I became… unrecognizable to everyone else. Would you still believe in me?”
“Of course I would,” she said, reaching to cup his cheek. “You’ve always been my hero. The world just doesn’t understand you.”
Something shattered behind his gaze. A quiet relief. A storm contained.
He kissed her possessively. “That’s why you’re my kryptonite,” he whispered against her lips. “You’re the only one who makes me weak. But I’d burn the world before I ever let you go.”
⸻
“If I'm alive and well, will you be there a holding my hand?”
Weeks later, the penthouse was quiet. Cold. She waited patiently on the couch in his office dressed in a silver sparkly dress waiting to go to dinner, she watched as he typed something furiously into his laptop, his jaw clenched. Something had happened—Superman again, probably. But she knew better than to ask.
Then, softly:
“If I’m alive and well,” he asked, not looking up at her, “will you be there holding my hand?”
Her smile was instinct. She crossed the room and slid onto his lap, he protectively wrapped his arms around her midsection. “I’m always with you, Lex. I don’t care how strong or weak you are. I’m not like them.”
“Them” meaning the women who tried to mold him. Who betrayed him. The ones now locked in the pocket universe he never let her near.
He kissed the side of her temple, but this time his touch lingered. Almost too long.
“You’re different,” he whispered into her hair. “And I need to keep you that way.”
⸻
“I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might”
The moment was slipping — spiraling.
Superman’s voice rang out like thunder through the chaos of shattered glass and sirens:
“You don’t know what he’s done to you!”
Her chest heaved. Her hands trembled. Somewhere deep inside, something did feel wrong. Like a door had been cracked open in her mind.
She stepped back—toward Lex.
And he saw it. The hesitation.
“Don’t,” he warned, quietly. Not to Superman—to her.
But then she spoke, voice trembling: “Maybe I should just talk—”
Click.
The shock was instant. White-hot electricity shot through her spine like a whip. Her legs gave out. Her vision sparked and burned as she crumpled to the marble floor.
Superman yelled your name. But Lex’s voice was louder.
“My wife.”
⸻
She woke slowly. Blinking against soft light and crisp white sheets. The scent of salt and sea drifted through the cracked window.
The summer house. Their “safe place.”
Her body ached. Her head throbbed. But her first instinct wasn’t fear.
It was worry.
“Lex…?”
She found him by the edge of the bed, shirt rumpled, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, eyes rimmed with something she’d almost call guilt.
He didn’t look at her.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he muttered, fingers knotted in his lap. “You panicked. You were going to leave me.”
She sat up slowly, blinking at him. “I wasn’t—Lex, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“You flinched,” he said softly. “Like I was the villain.”
“I was scared. That’s all. There was yelling and Superman—he was saying so many things—”
“He lies,” Lex snapped, then immediately softened. “He’s always lied about me. But not you. You’re the only one who’s ever seen me for what I am.”
Her eyes welled. She touched his face. “You’re my Superman, Lex. I don’t blame you. You were just protecting me.”
He stared at her like she was unreal.
“I just… couldn’t lose you.” He says softly.
She didn’t flinch.
She only smiled.
“You won’t. Ever.”
He leaned into her palm, feeling the coldness of the expensive ring he’d proposed with. “You’re my kryptonite,” he whispered. “And I’d rather burn the world than let you forget it.”
She kissed him—softly, like forgiveness. Like loyalty. Like love.
“Find something you like?”
The voice slithered from the shadows, smooth and amused. It startles you, sending you stumbling back from the vase into a pedestal, too slow to catch it before the priceless statue wobbles once, twice, and then topples.
The head snaps clean off, rolling across the polished floor until it stops neatly at the polished shoes of one very displeased Lex Luthor.
“A thief and a vandal,” he drawled, stooping just enough to nudge the severed head with the tip of his shoe.
“I haven’t stolen anything,” you shot back, chin tilting up in defiance, though your bra currently held about five grand worth of jewellery stashed in there.
“I highly doubt that,” he bites back, looking you over like you’re an experiment.
Or
After a failed attempt to rob Lex Luthor, you end up working for him, stealing to pay off your debt. He’s easily the worst “boss” you’ve ever had.
Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Catwoman!Reader, Thief!Reader, Cuddling, Enemies to Lovers, Denial of Feelings, Teasing, Implied Smut but No Smut, Aftercare, Injury, Mentions of Blood, Lex Luthor Being Mean, Lex Luthor Being Soft (he's multifaceted), Reader Being a Little Shit, Reader breaks something and has to repay Lex Ouran High School Host Club style
WC: 3.6k
A/N: Link to request here which fits in so perfectly with a fic I was already writing, thank you @angel-sweetheart911. I also fulfilled this request from my old account linked here, thank you anon. Hope you enjoy the fic :)
***
You hated owing anyone.
But luck, or maybe fate, had you owing the worst person of all, Lex Luthor.
To understand how you got in such a sticky situation, you had to go back to a dark, cold night in April.
You were fresh out of cash from your last heist as Catwoman in Gotham and bruised up more than you liked to admit. Times were rough, and every job was getting riskier.
So you decided to leave Gotham for greener pastures, where the sun actually shines: Metropolis.
Though your plan had been to lick your wounds and settle into the city, a headline on the evening news caught your attention. Lex Luthor was throwing a gala next month. Bound to be a big, garish affair. A disgusting display of wealth and power, a.k.a. the perfect target.
Anyone who was anyone would be there.
Lots of jewels, designer wallets, and careless millionaires sipping champagne.
And if luck was on your side, lots of soon-to-be-empty pockets.
The plan had taken a month to put together, just to get in. Luthor took great care in everything, and his security would be no exception. Cameras on every wall, guards at every corner, digital invites tied to biometrics, but you know a guy who knows a guy who can sneak you into the kitchens.
From there, it’s child’s play. All you had to do was change into the black-and-white uniform of a server, giving you enough time to blend in, circulate with a tray of champagne, alleviate a few of the guests of their possessions, and slip into the shadows again.
It was now May, and you were prepped. Every step had been rehearsed in your head a thousand times.
Sneaking through his mansion with practised ease, champagne glasses balanced effortlessly in your hands, you kept your eyes downcast but sharp. Careful to blend in. Careful not to linger too long in anyone’s line of sight. Careful to make it look like you belonged there, because for tonight, you did.
You stole like it was second nature to you, and they were none the wiser. They might not even realise it until they get home.
You’re about to leave a whole lot richer, but you couldn’t resist the temptation. His surprisingly unguarded upstairs called to you, so you decided to have a look. What’s the worst that could happen?
Looking around, it was much too pristine for your liking, all marble and glass and cold, sterile perfection. Very Lex Luthor, you suppose.
“Jackpot,” you whisper to yourself. There’s a beautiful vase, definitely something that would fetch a hefty sum on the black market, sitting right in front of you, practically begging to be taken. From the looks of it, no special locks or security features to worry about.
You loved an easy job.
“Find something you like?”
The voice slithered from the shadows, smooth and amused. It startles you, sending you stumbling back from the vase into a pedestal, too slow to catch it before the priceless statue wobbles once, twice, and then topples.
The head snaps clean off, rolling across the polished floor until it stops neatly at the polished shoes of one very displeased Lex Luthor.
“A thief and a vandal,” he drawled, stooping just enough to nudge the severed head with the tip of his shoe.
“I haven’t stolen anything,” you shot back, chin tilting up in defiance, though your bra currently held about five grand worth of jewellery stashed in there.
“I highly doubt that,” he bites back, looking you over like you’re an experiment.
“I’ve seen your work, Catwoman, the Gotham Museum of Antiquities robbery, the Wayne Industries vault heist, stealing priceless artefacts from right under everyone’s nose. Impressive stuff for a street rat,” Lex sneers. Those eyes of his. You hate the way he looks at you, like you’re property or he’s already figured out how to take you apart. It pisses you off in ways you don’t know how to articulate. It comes off clearly in your expression, the epitome of fuck you.
“A street rat doesn’t dress like me.”
His eyes drag over you, a smirk playing at his lips.
“Debatable. Still, I have use for your talents. Consider this your way of paying me back.”
“How charitable, but I must disrespectfully decline. I have places to be.”
“Then I’ll call the police…”
You step forward. “And I’ll escape. Evading the police really isn’t all that hard.”
“Then I’ll use my influence and resources to track you down and ultimately kill you.”
“I’ll be expecting you tomorrow at eleven p.m., ready to work.”
You curl your lip in disgust and look at him in disbelief.
“…over a statue?”
He starts walking off, but before he disappears down the hall, he waves a dismissive hand. “And keep your spoils. It’s obvious you need it.”
You look down at the broken head of the statue and scoff, kicking it aside before disappearing out the window, half wishing it were Lex’s instead.
If you’d known things would’ve ended up this way, you would’ve stayed in Gotham.
***
One of the joys of being a thief, a criminal, a scoundrel of the night, is being your own boss.
Work the hours you want, unlimited holidays.
He sent you to offshore black sites, abandoned labs, and top-secret facilities with electric piranhas guarding the place.
Lex had stolen that joy from you.
He was the worst boss.
Demanding, meticulous, with no regard for your safety.
How the fuck do those exist?
You’re sitting in the backseat of his car, haphazardly tossing an apparently very important hard drive from one hand to another.
“Why do you need me to steal?” you ask. “You’re crazy rich, can’t you just… I don’t know, buy whatever you want?”
He sighs, turning to you with that look, the one that makes your stomach twist. “Tell me something.”
You sit at attention instinctively, back straight, eyes locked, when he suddenly jabs a finger at your forehead.
“Is.”
Jab.
“It.”
Jab.
“Your.”
Jab.
“Job.”
Jab.
“To.”
Jab.
“Think?”
Your lips part, but nothing comes out. You wanted to cuss him out, then find the nearest flight of stairs to throw him down, but alas, nothing. The sooner you paid your debt, the sooner you were done with him. You didn’t need him tacking on dollars if you decided to perhaps break a finger or two.
“That’s right,” Lex says, almost lazily, leaning back in his chair. “It isn’t. It’s your job to do as I tell you. Understand?”
"Understood,” you mock in a funny voice, one he doesn't appreciate one bit. “I’m just saying, clearly you don’t know how to spend your money.”
“Get out of my car.”
***
Lex was a grade-A asshole. It's actually quite impressive, the little ways he gets under your skin.
You waltz your way into his house and find it empty, like you always do after your “missions”.
So you make yourself at home, raid his fridge and watch his TV. May as well enjoy some of his many amenities.
Your relaxation is short-lived, as a few minutes later, a Lex-shaped silhouette stands in front of the screen.
“You're blocking my view.”
He snatches the remote from your hand and turns it off.
“You're early.”
“Au contraire, you're late.” You smirk. “Seriously, you work too much. You don't know the meaning of work-life balance. Don’t you have lackeys to do all the soul-crushing corporate evil…?”
Lex straightens his cufflinks with that bored precision of his. “Nothing wrong with being thorough. Now where’s my—”
“Calm your tits,” you say, savouring the visible grimace at your choice of words, digging into your bag before dramatically pulling out a giant diamond. It glints at him under the low light, big enough to buy a small country.
“What do you need a diamond for?” you ask, tossing it from hand to hand like it’s a stress ball, a habit that Lex has come to despise. So flagrantly careless, taking risks for no reason other than the thrill, treating priceless objects like toys because you were so confident in yourself. Arrogance only looked good on him, apparently. “I love a diamond, and I’ve stolen my fair share, but this is like…Bond-villain-type stuff.”
You catch your distorted reflection in the diamond’s facets, and even now you look stunning.
With a big stretch, you stand up from his couch. Part of you almost doesn't want to leave. Verbal sparring is good for the brain. You might even call it fun.
“Is that all you require of me tonight, Lex?” you ask, lifting a brow.
“Not quite. Follow me,” he says, already turning on his heel.
He walks away without giving you so much as a second to catch up.
You hurry after him, trying not to limp too obviously, eyes fixed on his broad, perfectly tailored back.
You step into his office, and immediately jolt at the sight of a massive portrait of Lex dominating the wall.
“Big ego,” you mutter under your breath, staring up at the giant, hyper-dramatic rendering of his face.
He looks evil.
Is this the real-life Picture of Dorian Gray, or in this case, Lex Luthor?
“I’m aware,” he says calmly, not even bothering to look at you as he crosses the room.
“So what do you want from me?” you ask, arms crossing.
He pulls out a sleek tablet, tapping the screen before turning it toward you. Your next target is some prototype quantum stabiliser from S.T.A.R. Labs, whatever the fuck that means.
You listen to him drone on and on about security rotations, sensor arrays, his voice becoming smooth background noise.
You drift, your attention sliding off the science jargon as you sidle closer, the faint scent of his cologne, clean and expensive, dancing under your nose. What gave him the right to smell that good?
“…Understand?” he asks suddenly, his voice fading back in.
“Uh, yeah…” you lie, blinking.
Maybe you’ve been alone a little too long, because you're staring at him like you might actually devour him.
“You have nice eyelashes,” you blurt out because, yes, you are close enough to notice that.
He lets out a sigh.
The kind he uses when he’s about to say something to devastate you.
“You’re not my type.”
Your lip curls in annoyance, frustration burning inside you like a fireplace.
“First of all, rude. Second, I wasn’t even—”
“You’re an open book,” Lex counters dryly. “And frankly, it’s not a very complicated one.”
You're offended. You pride yourself on being quite a complex character.
“Well, you’re… emotionally constipated with the personality of a tax audit.”
“Is that right?” he says, tilting his head.
“You wouldn’t survive me.”
He steps closer, close enough that you can see the faintest shift in his expression, the almost-smirk that he tries to bury.
“Are you trying to challenge me? Think you can use reverse psychology to bait me into giving you what you want?”
“Is it working?”
You take advantage of how close he is and shove him down into the nearest chair. Lex merely raises an eyebrow as you box him in, your hands braced on the armrests, caging him.
“From that look on your face,” you say lightly, “I’d say yes.”
“The look on my face?”
“You’re intrigued,” you deduce, watching him closely.
He smirks. “Who knows. I might drop twenty grand off your debt.”
“How kind,” you reply dryly.
You lean in, close enough to kiss him, then stop, just short of his mouth. “But don’t take money off the debt for this. This isn’t work for me.”
“Then what is it?”
“Fun.”
You tug him that little bit closer until your lips finally meet. It’s brief at first, almost testing, but he kisses you back with fervour, hands finding your hips like he’d been waiting for permission.
And you hate to admit it, really do, but Lex Luthor is a good kisser.
***
Lex wasn’t at all what you expected.
You thought he’d toss you out without a care once the two of you were done having sex, but that wasn’t what happened at all.
He leans up next to you as you're getting your breathing to return to normal.
“You alright?” he asks softly. You don’t know if you’ve ever heard Lex sound like that. It’s deeply unsettling.
You nod tiredly. “You weren’t that good,” you lie, a lie he sees through. Anyone could see that he fucked you into next week.
Looking you over, he makes a small, disapproving noise, and without asking, he slides an arm around your back and another under your knees, lifting you straight out of the bed as if you weigh nothing.
“H–hey, what are you doing?”
“Taking you to the shower.”
“Okay…? Why?”
“To help you wash up. Is your brain slow today or…?” he mutters, already nudging the bathroom door open with his foot.
He sets you down on your feet gently as you try to figure out if you’d fallen into an alternate universe where he was actually nice.
Steam begins to fill the small tiled room as he adjusts the water, then he’s guiding you under the spray, the picture of irritated competence.
He steps in behind you and starts to lather you up in soap and warm water, his touch unexpectedly gentle. It’s almost clinical, but with an underlying care he’d deny to his grave.
He’s surprisingly good at taking care of you for an evil genius… annoyingly so.
“I’d offer to wash your hair but oop—” you start, reaching toward his bald head.
“Watch it,” he warns, narrowing your eyes.
After washing up, he gives you a set of pyjamas that fit like a glove. You don’t want to know how he knew your size.
He climbs into bed once you’re dressed and pats the space next to him.
“You want me to stay here?” you ask, genuinely confused. Despite the fact that the two of you had just slept together, you’d always felt that Lex barely tolerated your presence, which was not exactly a secret. He’d made you jump out of a moving car last week and laughed when you told him your ribs hurt.
This was also the man who regularly tuned you out entirely, waving you off mid-sentence and having his assistant take notes in lieu of actually listening. And yet here he was, pulling back the covers and offering you the right side of his bed.
“You’re free to leave,” he says coolly, “and sleep on the solid brick you’re used to, if you please.”
You had to admit, Lex’s bed was ungodly soft, and there were worse places to rest your head.
“Alright, alright. I’ll grace you with my presence.”
“How fortunate am I,” he says sarcastically, the sound of his voice vibrating against you as he wraps his arms around you.
This was unexpected, yet again.
You assumed that he just wanted a body next to him, not that he wanted to curl around you like a boa constrictor.
“I thought you said cuddling was a remedy for the sad and poor," you jab, trying to stop yourself from melting into his touch.
He sighs but doesn’t respond, moving closer. You can feel his warmth through the sheets, each steady breath he takes tickling the back of your neck, the calm, rhythmic thump of his heart beneath your ear. It’s… relaxing, more than you’d like to admit. You can’t remember the last time you were held like this.
“I just didn't take you for a cuddler as all,” you add.
“Consider this charity.”
You elbow him in the stomach, satisfied with the breathless grunt he lets out.
"Asshole."
***
For the most part, you’re careful. A smooth operator, moving through spaces with quick, practised precision, like a cat, hence the name. But sometimes you slip up. It’s only natural.
During your latest job, you got yourself injured, badly. Who knew a knife could cause so much damage?
You torpedo your way into his living room, clutching your stomach. Lex is sitting in front of the fireplace, idly rolling a glass of something expensive between his fingers, not even looking up at the sound of you.
“I got your microchip.”
Hearing that, he finally looks up, his face at the usual level of smug, until he sees the state of you.
You slide it across to him with a pained grunt.
“The box is covered in blood.”
If you didn't know any better, you'd almost think he was concerned about you.
He stands up from his chair, making his way over.
“Don't worry, only some of it is mine.”
You try to take another step, but your knees give out, collapsing onto the floor. The world around you is turning into a blur, like some shitty abstract painting, the sound most clear in your head, your own slowing heartbeat.
“You need a doctor.”
“No, no, I’m good.”
The sudden coldness you feel taking over your limbs is anything but good, but you don't need him knowing that.
“It’s already bad enough you’re bleeding on my 19th-century silk rug. I don’t want you dying on it.”
“Asshole,” you chuckle weakly.
He drops to one knee beside you with a put-upon sigh, calls someone on his comm, and presses his hand firmly against the wound.
“Stay awake,” he orders, the edge in his voice sharpening as he notices your blinks getting slower. His voice comes in fragments. Irritation, worry, and that Luthor brand of contempt all tangled together. “Why didn’t you go to the hospital first?”, the occasional “stupid” and “unbelievable” slipping through as your hearing fades in and out.
Is this how you’re gonna die?
On Lex Luthor’s old, expensive rug?
***
You wake to the sound of beeping somewhere above your head, and a soft, mechanical hiss every few seconds.
Blinking rapidly, you take in your surroundings. It’s a bright, clean, disgustingly pristine private hospital room.
Bigger than half your apartment. Maybe all of it, if you don’t count the closet.
Just then, a nurse enters, startled to see you stirring. With a rough, painful grunt, you try to shift, instantly regretting it.
“Take it easy,” she says, moving to your side.
“Where… how…?”
“You’re at Metropolis General, the private wing,” she explains, adjusting something on the monitor. “You were brought in last night.”
You glance down at the bandages, then think.
Lex.
“Doctor Harland is the best in the state, so you’re in good hands.”
“Okay…” you say, still a little dazed at the situation.
She leaves, and you’re left alone with your loud thoughts. As your world continues to bleed into focus, you replay the last few moments before you passed out in your head. Lex’s arms around you, the weakness in your arms, the effort it took to keep breathing.
You’re so grateful to be alive.
If Lex Luthor were the last person you ever talked to, you think you’d haunt him out of spite. Eternal suffering for you both.
The sound of the door sliding open pulls your attention from the ceiling.
Who else but Lex, immaculate as ever in a perfectly pressed suit, not a wrinkle out of place. He’d probably just come from work. He seems happy, so he probably ruined someone's day…or life.
It's one of his favourite activities.
“If it isn’t my little waste of money. You’re awake, finally.”
“Been waiting up? Losing sleep over me?” you taunt with a pout.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I just need you back on your feet so you can get back to doing what you do best.”
“I’m more than just a thief, you know,” you argue. “I’m excellent at puzzles.”
“What good is that if you can’t dodge a knife?” he snarks.
He sets something down with a dull thud, dropping a bag onto the side table. The smell of coffee and warm cinnamon buns instantly fills the room.
But you weren’t about to let that snide comment slide.
“Lovely to see that me almost dying hasn’t changed your glowing personality.”
He shrugs one shoulder, annoyingly unbothered, face unreadable.
“So you don’t want the cinnamon bun? I see—”
You shoot upright a few inches before pain smacks you back down. “Wait, wait—” you huff. Your pride is nothing against good food.
“Hand it over, Luthor.”
He drops the bag right on top of you.
You make an exaggerated, wounded groan, clutching your bandaged side like he just stabbed you there himself.
He tries to hide it, but the tiny twitch of his eyebrows gives him away.
‘So he does have a soul, hm?’ you think. You drop the act and stick your tongue out at him, "Got you."
“Sprung for best doctor in the state, huh?” you mutter, already digging through the bag. Your eyes widen once you see the contents.
‘Is he a mind reader? Or a stalker?’
It’s a treasure trove of snacks, your snacks. All your favourites. Stuff you never told him. Stuff you didn’t want to know how he figured out.
Lex pretends to scroll his phone, glancing up only once before quickly looking away again.
“Guess you care about me.”
“I care about what you can do,” he snaps automatically. “Don’t mistake my investments for kindness. The moment your debt is paid, I’m sending you back to the gutter you crawled from.”
You tear open a wrapper with your teeth, unimpressed. “You’re not slick. Cuddling with me after sex? Best doctor money can buy? A curated snack selection? You like me.”
He scoffs in response. Your attitude was intolerable; you were cocky and never seemed to back down with him, no matter how hard he tried to remind you who held the leash. He’d sooner become friends with Superman than like you.
He flicks your forehead in irritation. You frown instantly, scowling up at him. He likes that face far more than the smug one that’s usually painted on you.
“Look at you. A hospital room and a few snacks, and you get all… self-important. Do you feel special?”
“Incredibly,” you say, taking a big bite of the contraband snack, the smug look sliding right back onto your face. He’s tempted to wipe it off again.
“You and me,” he says flatly. “Not going to happen.”
You pull him in by the tie, Lex’s eyes widening in genuine surprise as you press a quick kiss to his cheek. He’s completely thrown off, posture stiff and not nearly as annoyed as he should be.
“Whatever you say, Lex,” you reply easily. “Whatever you say.”
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.”
Can I ask for a Lex Luthor one shot where Reader is the Pr Girlfriend/ Sugar Baby/ Arm Candy of Lex but they actually get together properly in the end?
Maybe with some fluff please?
Not Publicity (Lex Luthor x Reader)
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The camera flashes reflecting off the silvers and chandeliers in the buzzing room were almost blinding. You could tell you were already getting blisters from the uncomfortable heels strapped to your feet, and the tight dress on your figure was pinching in all the wrong places. Lex was barely visible inches away from you, your arm wrapped around his, face set in stone while you played the nice, pretty girl. The billionaire's girl, sweet and spoiled. He tugged you towards the next spot to pose and allow the paparazzi to snap more photos.
The red carpets were always your least favorite, all too bright and agonizing. Still, you had to look good; you were being paid kindly for this role, so you supposed the least you could do was comply. It was no surprise, though. Lex was difficult to deal with. He was an asshole, an oddly attractive asshole, but an asshole nonetheless. At least that's what you thought. His cold hand was pressed to your forearm as he finally dragged you off the carpet and into a quieter room. There was still chatter, and the shouts from outside weren't completely dampened, but at least you were no longer in the deafening, piercing noise of the outside world.
Lex began to be bombarded by the many other guests in the amber-lit room. Eyes flitting around you took in the softer light, bronze chandeliers, and large portraits that were scattered across the walls. Despite the overwhelming number of people, there was a distinct difference between out there and in here. For one, the color, walls, and luminesce a soft light brown instead of an artificial, searing white. The people here were a different story, still matching the outside ambience but suddenly less exuberant, staying in circles of their own until it was their turn to approach the new flashy addition to the party. This time, being you and Lex. Lex was smug as he was approached by a salt and pepper-haired man with a slender blonde on his arm. His olive skin was dim, and his lips and nose large; nostrils flared when he began to speak.
"Mr. Luthor, what a surprise, you as well, Miss." It was then he realized he had no idea who you were. It wasn't surprising; most just saw you as Lex's girl, or some other pretty woman slipped into expensive fabrics and toted around like a trophy, which, you supposed, considering the current situation, was accurate. You'd been Lex's PR girlfriend for nearly a year now. Meeting him had been an interesting experience to say the least, he studied you like a statue, like you more more a freestanding sculpture than a real woman who he would be living with in the days to come. He was cold and calculated, but he admired your work ethic and the kindness you exuded. Being able to look sweet while being deliberate and successful. You'd learned how to deal with his tantrums, disrespectful men, and downright uncomfortable situations. Sure, you knew what he was like before going into this. He was callous and angry with a hot temper and eyes that made your knees weak from a single glance, but having all your bills paid, living in one of the best penthouses in Metropolis? It was one hell of a deal. All you had to do was cope with public appearances and these all too often press events with people who definitely didn't have your or Lex's best interests at heart. All they wanted was attention and to talk to one of the world's top billionaires.
Lex, on the other hand, was somehow more irritated than you. Pinched eyebrows and a scowl, he attempted to hide while trying to play friendly with each annoying leech in the hall. He couldn't say he liked you, but you certainly didn't annoy him as much as everyone else did, which was pleasant. Obviously, he thought you were gorgeous, who wouldn't, and it was good for publicity to have a beautiful woman on his arm, so he kept you around. There was no romance, just a simple transaction between two people who both got what they wanted, nothing more, nothing less. Lex finally began to pay attention to the man in front of him, who was rambling on about new additions to a Brooklyn mansion. Lex couldn't care less, but he did want a drink. He wasn't a big drinker; he claimed it killed your brain cells, but he needed something to take the edge off ever so slightly. Turning to you, he flashed a fake soft smile.
"Honey, would you mind getting us some drinks from the bar?" He gestured to a high-top section in the back of the room, where a middle-aged man with black hair stood in a black and white uniform.
"Of course, my love, what would you like?" You asked, and he thought a second before responding.
"Scotch, Japanese, in a short glass," She nodded and squeezed his bicep where it had been resting in her palm before making her way to the bar. She thought over his order; it was so him, if there was one thing she'd learned over the past year of this, it was that he was extremely particular. He was like this in all walks of life, food, fashion, business, and science.
It'd be a lie to say Lex wasn't the smartest or the most detailed man you'd ever met, and it was to his detriment. Long nights and bloodshot eyes. Times where you'd wake in the middle of the night in a different room than his and find him awake, labored over an experiment or research for whatever new obstacle he was going to throw at the world. He had a hard time coping with his obsession; he needed to be drawn away so he couldn't risk hurting himself. It was the only slightest bit of intimacy in this relationship. Late evenings where you'd rub his back, nimble fingers circling soft patterns on his hard back, and urge him into his own, soft bed, and make sure he fell asleep. Which more often than not was a swift affair, whenever it happened, he seemed embarrassed like a child caught doing something they weren't supposed to do. It was the only slight of real vulnerability he had ever shown.
When you reached the bar, you slid onto a stool and waited for the bartender to make his way over. He was currently helping a fiery-looking blonde, who joked and laughed while he poured her drink. Minutes passed until a man who looked like he may have been in his early to mid-thirties sat next to you and eyed you up and down.
"Hey," He leaned on his arm that was resting on the table as he gazed at you. His eyes had a flirtatious gleam to them, one you shouldn't entertain, considering you were here with Lex, but you weren't really together, so what was the harm?
"Hi," you smiled politely at him. He was clean-shaven and smart-looking with a white suit on. Lex would hate it, he always said how trashy it looked. You didn't hate it on this guy. He grinned at your soft gaze and placed his palm on the dark wood of the bar. The cushion underneath you didn't do a whole lot, so the chair was, all in all, uncomfortable. You shift slightly.
"I'm Davis," He took your hand in his and laid a small kiss on the knuckles. Eyes meeting yours, your stomach churns in excitement and anxiety. The attention was nice, it was no doubt you liked it, but maybe not from him, it made your skin crawl in a way. "I'm a big name in the Metropolis PD," He grinned like he was proud of himself. Pulling your hand away, you brushed it on your dress and nodded.
"Important job, no doubt, if you were invited here, of course." The polite tone in your voice seemed to annoy him. He was clearly attempting to impress you, and you didn't seem very impressed.
"Yes, and I make a lot too," He bragged. Surely it wasn't as much as Lex had, so that wouldn't win you over, anyway. It was polite to be casual and interested to a point, so you weren't just going to brush him off.
"Oh, well, that's exciting," You smiled slightly, it almost looked pained. Your gaze flitted over to where the bartender stood, still entertaining the blonde. Davis said something next to you, you didn't quite pick up, but he just kept talking, and you hummed along like you were listening when you were in fact trying your hardest to get out of the situation. He chatted on about his job and how much of a high-ranking officer he was, and how he was invited to this press juncture every year to gain publicity for the Metropolis Police Department. The bartender had finally stopped talking to the other customer, and he seemed to realize he had other people to tend to. He must've been interested in the blonde, which you couldn't be surprised by, she was gorgeous. He cleaned up his station slightly before walking over to you.
"I could buy you a drink," Davis offered, and you looked at him nervously. You were trying to figure out what to say while attempting to ignore the splitting headache that had just begun to set into your skull when the pleasant, familiar scent of pine and linen seeped into the air around you.
"There's no need for that," Lex's voice sounded behind you, and you perked up.
"Lex, I thought you were chatting up Mr. Byrd and his nearly criminally young wife?" You asked and looked up only to be met with a cold scowl, but not one that was directed at you, but to the brunette man on your right.
"I was, but you were taking a while on the drinks. I wanted to ensure no one was giving you a hassle, but you seem... preoccupied." Your eyes flit between the two men. Lex had an almost murderous glare then, something deep and hateful that left an almost black, murky cloud in the essence around him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Luthor, I had no idea she was with anyone, especially not you," Davis said. Of course, he knew who Lex was; who didn't? He was also probably aware of some of the less savory things he had done. Davis scurried off and left Lex staring down at you with a disappointed look on his face.
"I wasn't entertaining it," You mumble, and he nods.
"I know, you're smarter than that." He sits on the stool next to you and knocks on the bar; the bartender comes and takes both of your orders. This would likely be your only drink of the night, just something to loosen up. You ordered a lemon drop martini and waited while Lex's eyes stayed on you. He seemed conflicted, an emotion he rarely showed.
"I don't like when people touch what's mine, you understand that, don't you, darling?" He was serious.
"Yes, I understand, Lex, but..." Words left unsaid were made clear through a look that said, This isn't real. He scoffed, almost unbelieving, nearly upset. "What?" You urged him, say something, anything, tell me you hate me, and none of this matters, or tell me something real, just stop looking at me like that, you're mentally pleading. It wasn’t easy dealing with a man like Lex, a man who was difficult and solid, one who wouldn’t show his glassy emotions unless he was pried open like a geode. All rock and dirt on the outside and beautiful and bright on the inside, full of genius ideas and soft emotions he could never let out.
"You know this is more than just publicity." His voice is low and his eyes dark. He looked frustrated, mad that he even said that, disappointed in himself that he would even begin to think about you in a way that wasn't platonic. He even hated that you didn't annoy him.
"I don't want to talk about this right now, Lex." A lie, of course, but you were in public with too many people, too many ears. Still, you knew if it wasn't said now, it might never be said, you supposed you'd have to live with that if you wanted to keep your image, your dignity. His nod is cold, and suddenly there's an air of genuine anger. His jaw hardened, and his face set back into stone.
"Right," His voice icy, for a moment, you almost forgot this was Lex Luthor, the billionaire. Lex Luthor, the con artist. Lex Luthor, the villain. He wasn't soft or sweet; you weren't even sure if he had the capacity for it.
When the drinks were set in front of you, you sipped them in silence. As the night drew on, many figures approached Lex. He gave them drawn-out cynical conversation until they left, excusing your sour mood by a splitting headache and a drink that just hadn't been hitting quite right. After hours of pleasantries with people who didn't know your name, you got a few photos as the two of you walked out and to the limo Lex had called not ten minutes before.
You leaned on the sill of the window and watched the traffic through the tint. Lex's gaze on you was dull, full of unsaid words and uncomfortable silence. His breathing was sharp, like his heart was going a mile a minute. The car began to move.
"Darling-," You cut him off quickly and without remorse.
"You don't have to call me that here, Lex." It wounded him, a small frown creasing his lips. It was unfair, the way he felt; he shouldn't feel anything, not for you, not for the woman he pays to pretend she loves him. How could he, Lex Luthor, fall for this kind of artificial love?
"I hate the way you make me feel," He whispers, almost inaudible. Your gaze flicks over to him, an eyebrow raised. "Weak," He cleared his throat and ran his sweaty hands down his crisp pant legs.
"Then why am I still on your payroll?" You shoot back. His face solidifies and then relaxes, genuinely thinking about it. It was the least he could do.
"Because if you're not, then I don't think I'd ever see you again," He comes to the conclusion after about a minute of tense silence.
"And that matters?" You've turned yourself fully to face him, his head turned down, not wanting to meet your eyes.
"To me, it does. Even though it shouldn't," He shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. You were convinced you were the only person who had the ability to make Lex subdued.
"Why?" You pleaded, even if you already knew you just wanted to hear him say it. The sounds of the outside bustling streets of Metropolis seeped into the air ever so slightly.
"You know why," he almost grunted, ashamed and honestly afraid of what you were going to say.
"Lex, I won't be in a relationship with a man that is so emotionally unavailable that he won't even look at me when I talk to him." His eyes shot up, meeting yours, sad and unsure. It was the most pathetic he had ever looked. "Listen, I like you, I do, more than I should like my boss, but this, this can't work unless you're willing to be vulnerable."
"I'm trying," He grunts. It's pained and quiet, but it's there all the same. You slowly reach out for his hand, and he lets you take it, soft pads of fingers grazing your palm. "I don't like feeling weak," He whispered, icy blues traveling across the distinct features of your face. Your hand embraced his, and you interlaced your fingers with his.
"Being in love doesn't make you weak." You smile softly, and one of the corners of his lips flits up.
"I suppose I just shouldn't be feeling so strongly for anyone," He swallowed, and you watched his throat work under muscles and pale skin. "Someone could easily use that against me," You rolled your eyes and ran your thumb over the back of his hand, feeling each knuckle.
"Someone could use me against you, whether we are really together or not, to the world I'm your girlfriend, remember?" You poke holes in his argument; he hadn't really thought of that. He was so overwhelmed with feelings of confusion that he didn't think about it so technically. "So we might as well actually be together and take precautions so I don't get taken by anyone who would want to harm you," You offer. He worried that you might get blackmailed or berated simply for being with him; he was a public figure and not a widely loved one, either. He seems to think it over as the limo stops in front of the building that houses your penthouse. You both nodded at the driver, honestly, you'd never bothered to learn his name, and walked up to the doorstep of the house and unlocked it before tugging Lex in by his hand.
"I need you to know if we start this, I'm not sure I'll know how to stop," He shudders at your skin-to-skin contact. You kick off your uncomfortable heels and suddenly you're a few extra inches shorter than him than before. His gaze drops to you, and you keep your hand in his when you bend down to grab the heels and begin to drag him upstairs to your side of the penthouse.
"I don't mind, I've already made it clear you're what I want. Now come I need to get out of this dress because I haven't been able to take a deep breath since I put it on," He smiled in an unfamiliar way, soft and genuine. The stretch in the arch of your foot was satisfying as you made your way up the cold marble stairs and into the large bedroom that was elegantly decorated and smelled like you. A soft fragrance that Lex could only say smelled like home. Walls decorated with paintings you’d found and hung yourself, some slightly crooked, a four-post bed with sheer curtains that reminded him of something he might have seen in a princess’ room. You spin around to him with a small smile as he basks in the scent and soft aura of the room. "Unzip me?" He nods, and you turn your back to him; his knuckles run down the notches in your spine as he unzips the dress. "I'm just going to change. I'll be out in a few," You push him out the door and close it.
He takes the time as an opportunity to get more comfortable slipping out of his suit jacket and vest and laying them over the banister. Loosening his tie before bringing it over his head and layering it over the others. Finally, slipping his polished dress shoes off and unbuttoning the first two buttons of his black dress shirt to give him space to breathe, which he was finding all the more difficult as time went on this evening. He felt like a dog waiting outside the door of its owner, hopelessly waiting for the knob to turn and for you to return to him. When it did, you stepped out in a t-shirt and some silky shorts. An eyebrow raised when you saw his relaxed state.
"Hello," You smiled as you looked up at him. He had a certain heat in his eyes. You were so beautiful, especially when you dressed like this, comfortable and soft, a side of you only he got to see here at home. Seconds pass before he leans down and captures your lips in his. You hungrily kiss back as his lean hands find your waist, and he presses your back into your door. Your hands find the base of his neck. His lips moved unsurely, needing and inexperienced. You were never sure how many people he had been with; you couldn't imagine it was very many. Clearly, Lex didn't like letting his guard down, but this was a breakthrough. When he pulled back, he was breathless and shaky,
"Huh," He whispered, satisfied, inches away from your lips, breath caressing them. Your hands move from his neck to his cheeks, and you press one more kiss to his lips. Dropping your hands, you gesture to him to join you in your room. A devilish smirk adorns his lips, and you shake your head. You both know nothing with go further than that kiss tonight, but he loves to have an ego. Sitting on the bed, she patted the other side, and he joined her, sitting back against the pillows. Your head met his chest, and you could hear his heart pounding. His hands nervously found your back and rubbed circles there.
"You're being oddly romantic," You giggle. He groaned, and his head hit the pillow behind him.
"I am not being romantic," He grunts.
"Uh-huh," You giggle and cup his cheek before pressing a small kiss to his lips. "Are you going to stay here tonight?" You ask in a whisper, and he nods. You let out a satisfied noise as you sink the two of you deeper into the peachy-toned sheets. "Oh, you like me!" You draw out the words, and it makes him blush, which just adds to the squealing sound you're making.
"Alright, Darling, just shut up and go to sleep," and it's said with a genuine smile, not that you could see it.
cw: can they just fuck type shit, both reader and lex are not good people, lex is a controlling freak (always), alcoholism, bruce wayne briefly appeared, somnophilia (?), jerking off, rough sex, nipple play, blow job
“Get out!”
A half dressed woman, who you recognize as Lex’s girlfriend, stumbles past the kitchen island, trying to fix her tousled hair. Her glitter body cream gleams under the soft morning light piercing through the row of tall glass windows. You take a bite out of your buttery steak as your eyes follow her wobbly steps out of the kitchen . A familiar irritating voice from your left.
“Who knows women can be so shallow these days?”
Lex is chewing on the stolen slice of steak, leaning against the island as he laments. He is still in his sleeping robe. You smudge the avocado onto the meat, not bothering to give him a glance.
“Maybe you're the shallow one.”
He only shrugs and takes another piece out of your breakfast.
“Right.”
The first time this happened, you had the courtesy to at least ask about the reason behind all the ruckus.
“Bitch has a picture of Supershit in the camera roll. Can't you believe it?”
“Why the fuck would she wear a red and blue lingerie?!”
“It’s actually a trend on-”
“Don't fucking start.”
Over time, you would feel empty in the morning if this doesn't happen. All in front of your breakfast too. You give them two months max.
“Anyways-”
Lex takes a sip from your coffee.
“I need that report by ten, and, I had given your request a thought last night. The fund should be allocated by today.”
“You think about work during sex?”
You snatch the cup back when he gives you the side eye. Lex stretches his back and pushes himself up with a groan, heading to his room. He gives you the last jab without looking back.
“Also, stop texting your ex. You're a billionaire for fuck’s sake.”
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Everything was off. The dressing room was cramped. You couldn't stop fixing his collar. The yellow mirror lights flicker. Today was the day that two years and a half worth of research and skipped meals were deemed to be worthless or not. It all fell on your once science fair partner back in 8th grade’s upcoming performance. Lex Luthor, a great man he was, seemed awfully composed for someone who was about to be shoved on stage to entertain a bunch of rich old men. But then again, he didn't get into Harvard being incompetent. So did you.
“Do you realize how insane we sound talking about this stuff? They're business men not scientists.”
“Tell me. Have I ever lost a deal?”
“Well, no but-”
“Then shut up.”
You told him Luthor Corp was a boring name. Lex scribbled it down on the notes anyways. It didn't really matter because Luthor Corp wasn't and wouldn't ever be real. Realistically. Still, two hungry college undergraduates were allowed to dream a little. Lex spun the pencil absentmindedly.
“You know, there's a new sushi place downtown. If all ends well-”
“Yeah, if.”
He reached down to catch your fumbling hand.
“You don't trust me anymore?”
There wasn't any need to answer that. You would not be here if that was the case. The two of you had been this way for as long as you could remember. Lex dragged you along with whatever research he was interested in ever since the little science fair collaboration years ago. You couldn't blame him because no one else had ever come as close to his intellect as you did.
A voice calling his name from the stage bounced off the walls of the small dressing room nauseously. He pats your shoulder.
“Watch.”
With a final flick of his wrist, Lex straightened the cheap suit and walked out. You had always hated shark tank.
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The scent of damp soil fills your nostrils as you take another step on the freshly rained forest ground.
Bang.
A bird drops dead. Next to you, a grinning Lex lowers his shotgun.
“Hm, this land is actually worth owning.”
Bang.
An unfortunate deer ran past you. Although you are no new to the hobby thanks to him driving you out here every weekend, something is grim about touching a carcass and hauling it to the back of a vehicle after. That is your last bullet too. One hand in pocket, the other holding the gun, Lex takes long excited strides to the writhing animal.You only shot its stomach.
“I've always wanted a deer head decoration. Great catch, this one.”
You walk closer to him.
“It’ll look great in my new office in Gotham.”
That gets him to turn around to face you. His brows wrinkle slightly. A scowl.
“I told you to drop that.”
“Lex, I need this. I want an independent project.”
“Oh, am I that unpleasant to work with?”
The wailing on the ground got louder.
“It’s not-”
Bang.
He deals the final blow to the deer. His shoulders are tense. You push on.
“If I had hated you I would have accepted that lab’s offer letter in Manhattan eight years ago instead of going to that shark-”
Bang.
“Lex, it's already dead.”
Bang.
Bang.
You yank one of his arms.
“Hey, that's enough.”
Jerking his arm out of your grip, Lex straightens his coat and tosses the gun.
“Come on, I need to check up on Eve. She hasn't been out ever since she stepped on that damn spider.”
He walks past you without a look. Hands stuffed in pockets. Gun on the ground. You are half crouched down to pick it up when he snaps his fingers at one of the staff that has been standing by since the start. The man scurries over to you.
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You almost feel sad for Eve as you watch her sobs inside the glass cage. One of her blouses is torn out and ugly mascara lines run across her cheeks. If anything, this is her own doing. Spilling out to you with red and wet eyes. You have been too charitable, opening your room whenever she needs, so much so she forgets her place and yours. Your lifelong business partner is not going to be blackmailed by a dumb blonde.
Lex grips her phone next to you on the platform. Fingers leisurely swipe at the streams of texts and photos.
“It’s really inconvenient how we’re supposed to have a photoshoot this evening.”
“The Times?”
“Mm.”
“Will you cancel it?”
Lex tosses the phone over to you and you almost miss it.
“I can't do a couple theme photoshoot on my own now, can I?”
Mr Handsome steers the platform back. This feels like a grocery trip to him. Turning away from you, he gazes at the rows of the cells contemplatively.
“Say, keep mentioning that Gotham office of yours and you’ll take her place.”
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You don't do public appearances. That's the deal. People catch your name alongside his in research papers. Occasionally, you go out to cut the red ribbon at Lex Corp’s events after Lex finishes his speech, clapping behind you like everyone else. That has been happening more frequently now that Eve is out of the picture. The extremely tight business circle shares some glasses with you from time to time in private suites. “After party” is what they call it. Galas are the preliminary rounds. Losers are expected to leave early. The hidden dim lit rooms full of couches and stacked wine bottles are only opened to a selected few. Business goes smoother when everyone is already tipsy from the previous events. Without the constant flashing of the cameras, what happens there stays there.
Namely, Mr Wayne.
“-And so, I totally didn't plan a car crash for my ex.”
You go in for another drink as you rest your head against his neck. You tend to drink a lot more when things are tense between you and Lex.Your crossed legs shift comfortably on his thighs. Your wine is always one swing away from spilling out. Bruce laughs and smooths his warm hand all over your back. He uses the opportunity to draw you closer to his chest.
“How’s your new project in Gotham going? I hope my recommendations are of help."
“Oh, I owe you big time for that. Our customer demographics are looking better than ever. What does Wayne Enterprise want in return, hm?”
You drape an arm around his neck and lean in. Bruce mimics your actions. His lips brush against your ears.
“For starters, Wayne Enterprise and LuthorCorp can-”
Someone clasps your shoulders.
“Sorry for the interruption, Bruce. Just got a call from our butler. It’s urgent.”
Behind you, Lex has that tight lipped smile you're so familiar with. You are dragged up from your seat by the arms, only managing to turn around and give Bruce a little wave.
You stomp his left foot the moment you step out of the limo back at the mansion’s front yard. The tip of your heel dig deep despite the polish leather shoe he wears. Lex regrets opening the door for you as his painful groans are amplified by the quiet night. Even the usual splashing noise of the water fountain is less annoying. You are not any better as you can only work out a few shaky steps before the alcohol seeps in, making you stumble. Lex catches you in time and slams you against the vehicle.
“You're embarrassing.”
“ ‘M not making a whole scene out of nothin’ .”
“You two has been on the verge of fucking each other right there for two months.”
Lex sighs and looks away at your drunken smirk. The visible veins on his head are always funny to you.
“Jealous, Lexy boy?”
“Let’s get you inside.”
He stands still for you to reach into his vest’s inside pockets anyways. You mumble out loud.
“Ugh, thought you had my cig.”
“You need to quit that shit.”
“You're bald.”
Getting you to bed is the easy part. Prying himself off you is the hard part. Hard. Both of your legs are locked around his waist, hands cupping his cheeks. The seam of his pants are about to pop. You let out a breathy laugh.
“When was the last time we fuck? Highschool?”
College. Fraternity parties, in his experience, were the worst. The only proof of the night before was the silent shower followed by the awkward shared breakfast the day after. Everything went back to how it was. That works for a long time. Until now. Not when your right knee is rubbing directly at his bulge. He shudders then reaches down to hold your right leg.
“Don’t.”
“You can walk out if you want."
Lex freezes on the spot for a few seconds. Slowly, as if getting out of a trance, he gets off you. Limbs by limbs. When he finally stands, his shaky right hand adjusts his tie while the other is shoved into the pocket. Grounding. Anything but looking at you. You can still see his hard-on.
“I’ll go get your maid.”
He slumps against the door as soon as he closes it.
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What to do if someone fills in your role and kicks you out of your own project that you started? You go screaming at Lex, of course.
“You have a LOT of explaining to do!”
The large intricate wooden doors of his office bang against the walls as you push them open. Two strides are all it takes for you to get to his desk, kick the chair out of the way and slam the paperwork down, starting the interrogation.
“Tell me why my name is not listed?! Who’s this guy?!”
“You need to calm down.”
You lean over on his desk and Lex leans back on his chair, still holding the coffee mug on the table. A sheet of paper is shoved against his chest.
“My team told me you issued this last night, in which I was drunk, in which you-”
His secretary, who just barged in, is slightly out of breath, covering her phone speaker with one hand.
“Mr Luthor, the Boravian govern-”
You pick a pencil from the pencil holder on his desk and throw it at her.
“Get out!”
The sharp tip hits her thigh making her yelp in pain. Lex calls out to her as she bolts out of the room.
“Tell him I'll call back!”
Another heavy file hits his face.
“Lex!”
You yell at your driver to get you some alcohol right after work. The old man doesn't flinch one bit when he almost crashes your Koenigsegg into a biker. Your employees work well under pressure considering your daily outbursts.
The gigantic blindingly bright “LUTHOR” led lights slapped on the opening of the club, lit up a whole corner of the dark street. It is a specially reserved branch of LexCorp Entertainment for the upper class as opposed to the ones open to the public. The only club you go to. Your usual whiskey is already on the table before you even sit down. Lex is right. You have a drinking problem. Although, it is hard not to go numb yourself out when the last two months of your hard work is now under another name. An underling.
“You’re not emotionally stable for this. That Bruce Wayne is too much of a distraction.”
“Distraction? Do you even KNOW what he has done for our company?”
This is not the first time you two bite each other's heads off at work. Still, Lex had never outright denied your rights. Until today. Thinking about him leads to you ordering your second and third. Soon, you are on your tenth. At some point, your vision goes black and your head hits the table.
The first thing you hear when consciousness hits is the rustling of fabric. It is the moans that really get you to open your eyes. You are back in your room in your night wear. Sitting next to the bed is Lex with his sweat stained back slightly turned away so you can only see half of him. His belt is undone. The chair creaks as he shifts his thighs to get a more comfortable, wider angle. The erratic breathing is in sync with the speed of his hand going up and down. You shift closer.
“Lex?”
He immediately gets up like thorns just grow on the chair. Although you can only see his back, a sharp zipping sound is heard, quickly followed by the click clacking of his belt. Just as he is about to walk out, you leap to the edge of the bed and hold onto his closest arm.
“Hey.”
Lex freezes on the spot.
“Hi.”
You allow a couple seconds for him to calm down then start asking.
“Is this what I think it is?”
The muscles under your hand tense up. He coughs.
“Not the first time we perform sexually driven-”
“Lex, you're just jealous.”
Fearing he will just walk out on you again, you pull him to sit down on the bed. You lean over from behind.
“You should have told me. We could have talked it out.”
“Didn't think that would have worked.”
“Then clearly, you're not the smartest man in the world.”
You take a quick glance at his still visible bulge and place a hand there. He shudders.
“Let’s get you off some steam, yeah?”
You climb off the bed to kneel down between his knees, making quick work of the belt. His cock feels heavy in your hands. You give it a few experimental squeezes. Pulling him down by the tie requires little to no force from you because he's already eagerly lapping at your mouth. The rhythm of your hands is consistent throughout the whole deal. You break the kiss when you feel his left hand slip into your shirt from above, groping at your chest. Leaning down, you kiss his tip then envelope his cock in your warm mouth. Your right hand grips the base. Lex let out a hiss. His hands tug harshly at your nipples. You continue to try your best to shove him in while unsubconsciously grind onto the mattress beneath. Finally, your nose touches his pube. His whole cock inside your mouth. A hand reaches down to caress your cheek when you start bobbing. You hold onto his thighs for balance. They are rock hard from how much Lex is tensing up. The two of you stay like that for a while until he grips your head and sets out a new crueler pace. It gets rougher and rougher to the point you are no different from a stuffed fleshlight. Suddenly, Lex stops dead, holding you down, deep all the way in.
“Sorry.”
He tries to push in despite your gurgling. You punch at his thighs pathetically. He cums in your mouth while you gag on his cock. The tears blur out your vision. A string of saliva connects the both of you when you pull out. Lex wipes the remains off your lips and pats your cheek.
The rest of the night is spent in silence. You are fast asleep on his chest. His vest is discarded on the floor. A few of the buttons are opened so that you can slip your hand in. Legs tangled underneath the thick blanket. One of his arms is looped around your waist, the other is holding up his phone. The faint light illuminates his relaxed face. Despite finally letting out all the pent up frustration ever since he climbed out of your bed that night, sleep is the last thing on his mind right now. How can he when this is the first time you two actually cuddle after all these years. Back at college, you just crawled to the other end of the bed after, slapped his face if he ever tried to get close. Lex was pleasantly surprised when you didn't protest to being pulled in by him earlier. He thinks it's just logical to stay awake to be able to deeply ingrain the experience into his mind. Plus, there are a few cameras he needs to add to the system. Lex almost lost sight of you today when your driver took a new shortcut.
a/n: im late ik but thats just bc i needed to wait to watch the movie illegally
