˙⋆✮ call it what you want
synopsis: after attending a long gala that worked away into the dead of night, you and lex share a long-awaited moment in the back of his chauffeur's car.
pairing: lex luthor x fem!reader
word count: 2.8k
contents: light smut, established relationship, lex being manipulative with his manipulative tendencies, insults, emotional exhaustion, reader is right where she wants to be, lex being weirdly touchy but not ooc, slight emotional repression, possessiveness/obsession, tension, slight jealousy from lex's part, both reader and lex being down bad, lots of teasing, edging, neediness, consensual touching, biting/marking, lowk exhibitionism, very faint masochism, fingers in mouth/breath play/choking, spit, slight dacryphilia, light fingering, mutual masturbation?, dom/sub/both reader and lex are switches!!!
☆ listen to call it what you want!
a/n: lex in that fur coat...him in that whole outfit…it does disastrous things to me.
Being out past 9 pm on a weekend was not a normality for your life.
That was, until you met Lex.
Prior to meeting him however, if you happened to be out past 9 pm, you were usually headed back to your apartment after a grueling day as a journalist. In these cases, you were found headed back on the train, eating a very late dinner with your headphones on, blocking out the world around you.
Getting back home to rest, just after 9, was already enough to leave you emotionally drained.
Life was a fixed constant that operated this way on the busier work-days. On the more common occasion, you'd be back by 6 pm or 7 pm, your left-overs from the previous dinner being heated in the microwave.
Lex Luthor with his gala's and meetings had flipped this world upside down.
Lex operated his world in almost an entirely different way than you. And so, being in a romantic relationship with him, meant subconsciously changing your schedule or your day to fit in with his. Trying to communicate to him about how you wouldn't be able to attend a gala, meeting, or even party along with him was like bringing a knife to a gun fight.
He would address your pitifully annoying rebuttals to his invites by saying, "Well, if you don't come, you will be cooped up in your little apartment with nothing to do for the rest of the night," or some snarky, manipulative comment that would work the wires of your brain into saying yes to him.
Lex treated the act of having nothing to do at night, after an already tiring day, like it was blasphemy. His digs, different views on life, and snide replies to your rejection of him undoubtedly made you feel severely outmatched and grossly unprepared to the situation, obligating you to not say no again.
So now, after another subtle disagreement with him, prior to arriving at the gala, you watched as his chauffeur opened the car door to invite the both of you inside. Camera's flashed, even at this nocturnal hour, blinding your eyes with a heavenly white before snapping back to reality for a brief moment; only for your vision to be impaired, once again, a second later.
Lex, used to the unwanted attention, kept his mask on and fake smile plastered to his lips, for the photos that would appear in the newspaper early next morning; these pictures would, eventually, find their way to your desk with noisy stares, sooner rather than later. His hand trailed down to the small of your back, just above where your dress dipped to your tailbone, enough proof for the paparazzi to drool over.
His fingers pushed you down lightly, by that exact same spot on your back, into the backseat of the lavishly cleaned car. He went round to the other sleek door, giving one last detached glance to the camera's blazing in-front of him, before lowering himself into the leather seat beside you.
His chauffeur didn't waste time as you all drove off down the road, gliding along at a rapid speed as the paparazzi and wandering passersby followed down the sidewalk, not ever fast enough to match the pace of the car. Your temple touched the coolness of the window, your eyes following the moving buildings and people out of your peripheral vision.
"You shouldn't lean your body in such a way," Lex rudely intruded your mind with his calculating tone as he did not spare you a glance, "ruins your posture." He could never let you enjoy a serene moment without ruining it with an egoistic remark; a silent reminder he was always watching. You swore sometimes he had eyes in the back of his head and all around to be able to see your slightest movements, or maybe he was just creepily obsessed; but being so disgustingly brilliant had to be a component.
Before you strung together words to reply, his arm extended, reaching over and pulling you in by the waist, closer to him. This action caused your body to lean in the same way you just had, the same way he had corrected, just in the opposite direction; into him.
Lex had a way of always controlling things, and you knew this, even going into the relationship. There was an underlying feeling that he was pulling strings, behind the scenes of your life, manipulating you like a puppet.
His control showed mostly in his workplace, in Luthorcorp. The way he dominated over his workers like he was their god, their savior, should have been a sign to turn heel and run the other way. If he controlled all of his workers, observed his relationships and the people around him for concerning reasons, then he certainly would control you.
And it showed. Even in the smallest of ways.
It showed now when he regulated what direction you leaned in. Even if he stated that it caused your posture to weaken, he really did not care. He just wanted control, just wanted an excuse to be an asshole about it. He never truly stated what he wanted, especially when it came to affection. All he knew was control, and that was all he would express.
"So if I lean away from you…that's a problem. But there's zero problem...when i'm leaning into you? Tell me, Lex, how does that make sense?" The sensation of his fur coat tickling your neck as you leaned on him was enough to make you forget what you asked; you knew the answer either way.
"It makes sense because, the other way you leaned, you looked foolish. Noisy. Anyone in their right mind would think you were staring intensely at them." Lex explained, his tone answering in a way like what you asked was the most ridiculous thing in the world. "Could get the wrong idea..." He added, murmuring under his minty breath, possession burrowed in the depths of his voice. A quiet realization set in within himself after he spoke those words and as a distraction, pulled out his work iPad to pretend to work on something as an act of avoidance, knowing with all his cold heart you'd press on the topic.
You hummed unconvincingly in response, leaning more into him to ruffle his feathers, wrapping both your arms around his bicep. You felt his gaze on you for a prolonged moment, your gaze moving to where his fingers paused on his screen, those actions were enough that you felt the need to look up at him. He stared down deeply into your eyes, the darkness of the night cascaded over his face, only being illuminated by the street lights as you zipped by them.
Your lips parted the longer you stared up at him, your eyes slowly narrowing out of habit, trailing down to his mouth. You studied his face, which looked far too relaxed and unraveled for someone so uptight. Lex leaned down, just a bit, enough for you to feel his breath right where you needed him. But of course, he didn't give it to you, he just watched your unamused facial expression with the hint of a smirk; your invitation was seen by him as justification to get a rise out of you.
Lex only acted so teasing so he could lure you into him more, to make you need him, because he would never admit out loud that he was almost afraid of the possibility that you might not. Fortunately for him, you did need him; and you were desperate. You gave him what he wanted and let out the quietest little whine as you made eye contact, your lower lip pouting as an edition.
His hand moved from where it was holding your waist, causing you to lean off of him. Before you could think, Lex's hand was between your legs, resting tauntingly on your inner thigh. You went as still as a statue as you felt his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, inching their way up even more.
"Lex," You whispered, a sudden panic in your tone at his unpredictable actions. "What are you doing?…" "Shh…" His whisper cut you off as it tickled against the weak spot of your neck. You must've not noticed he tilted his head to get close to it. You bit your lip to stifle a soft moan which didn't go unnoticed by him, showing on display how truly easy you were for him. His lips quirked into a cocky smile, the feeling against your neck almost being too unbearable.
"Lex…What about the driver?" Your voice sunk down to the most silent whisper, that if he hadn't been intruding in your proximity, he never would have heard it. He shut you up by his hand coming off your thigh for a moment, only to inch your dress up further on your hips, only by an inch or two.
"He can't hear us. Or were you too focused on me to be able to hear the music?" He nodded his head forward, toward the front of the car where the driver sat. Your mind was so foggy and full of him that he was right, you had no clue in the world music was filling up the emptiness of the car. "Plus, I dare him to say something to me. He is nothing, while I…" Lex's head was in the vicinity of your neck again, nipping at your weak spot as his teeth pulled on the skin to form a mark. "Am everything."
You whimpered softly, right into his ear, which invited his fingers to move up and pull on the band of your lacy panties. As he pulled the fabric back, he released it harshly, causing the band to snap against the skin of your pubic bone. Your thighs squeezed together fiercely, caging his hand between them as you let out a louder gasp, to which he trapped inside your mouth with his hand. Two of his fingers slid past your lips and into your mouth, the chilliness of his kryptonite ring prickling against the back of your throat.
Lex's hand, that already rested between your thighs, forced them apart with a strong, unwavering force. His fingers worked in your mouth, the tips of them repeatedly hitting your gag reflex. Your spit coated them with a salty substance as tears pricked in your eyes at the sensation.
"You like this, don't you? Knowing that my driver could look back and see you taking my fingers so well? Hm? Look at me." Your head turned in the direction of where his face was so focused on yours, looking into his hooded eyes as tears dripped from your own. Lex leaned in at that moment, his tongue licking up your tears, his quiet laugh vibrating against your cheek. As he continuously worked his fingers in your throat, his other hand pulled down your panties, enough that he could toy with your clit.
Lex's finger pads rubbed circles on your clit, your wetness had filled up your panties enough that it pooled around his fingers, coating them in your slick. "Look at you, so incredibly desperate, it's pathetic." "So-So are you…" You bite back as your voice was muffled by him, narrowing your eyes into a glare as coverup for how much you needed him even though he could feel it on his fingers.
He laughed, a little louder than as he had against your cheek earlier. "Oh, really? Well, I'm certainly not desperate enough to be falling apart in the back seat. Not to mention, while someone else is present…" His body was turned in the direction of you, enough that if you moved a certain way, you could press your knee between his legs. You acted on this and, as you thought, were met with the hardness of his cock about to burst through his tight dress pants.
Lex's confidence wavered for a moment at the contact, huffing in annoyance as his breath caught in his throat, like he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. It was your turn to laugh now at his pitiful expression, choking on his fingers as you did. Now that you had him in this moment, you bit down on them, causing him to let out a silent gasp as he retracted his fingers; a spit string following them in its wake.
"You-You call this…Not falling apart in the back seat? Not desperate?" You chuckled under your breath, your eyes low with lust, tilting your head for effect. Your laugh was cut short as his fingers circled mercilessly around your clit once more, turning into a gasping moan. You wouldn't let him have control over you just by this action, so your knee pressed harder against him, and worked in the same way his fingers were doing for you. Your breathing and Lex's breathing was so unsteady with soft gasps that you were surprised his driver couldn't hear.
Maybe he was more afraid of what would happen to him, by Lex, than what would happen to his eyesight if he saw.
Lex finally leaned in, not to bite or to tease, but to meet his lips with yours. But you? You wanted him to taste his own medicine. You leaned back, away from his lips with the same smirk he carried when doing it to you. You watched as he fought back a biting comment but also a whine with his furrowed, sexually frustrated brows.
His cock was twitching in his pants against the pressure of your knee rubbing on him, your teasing only adding to the embarrassing sight of his control slipping to be replaced with desperation. His icy eyes glared into yours, his fingers still working your clit with your little moans fueling him. But his movements started to become sloppy as you noticed his thighs squeezing around your knee, a sign he was getting close. He wasn't loud about it, it would be too much of a humiliation ritual for him to do so, but you could tell from the slight bite of his lip he was holding back.
You observed as his breathing became more erratic and uncontrollable, feeling it against your mouth, yet he still acted like he was doing you a favor. Your hand suddenly wrapped around his throat, nails digging into his skin to leave marks of your own. He swallowed a gasp mixed with a whimper as his free hand gripped your face harshly, enough to bruise, as he brought it close to him. The two of you still worked your movements on each other, making intense, direct eye contact as you watched the other fall apart.
The pair of you leaned in, succumbing to the need for each other, the need to be connected.
"We've arrived, Mr. Luthor."
You and Lex broke apart like you had been teenagers caught in the act of vandalism. You flinched, physically, like a fight had broken out in-front of you while Lex huffed out in embarrassment laced with annoyance.
Lex flung open the car door, with an urgency that made his driver and you flinch. He leaned back into the car, taking you by the hand roughly, practically ripping you out of the car. Lex didn't think of even thanking his driver, especially for the rude interruption, but you turned your heat and mouth a thank you either way. You fixed your dress with one hand, the other occupied in Lex's grasp, pulling it down to an appropriate length to cover your legs more.
The elevator ride up to his penthouse was excruciatingly prolonged, the both of you not saying a word, nor sparring a glance to the other. The second Lex had opened the marble door, and you were both secured behind it, he turned to you so abruptly it gave you whiplash.
"You think you're amusing, don't you? That bothersome stunt you pulled back there?" He towered over you as he stepped closer, glaring down at you with a disappointed look on his sculpted face, sucking the inside of his cheek.
His hand reached out to you, pulling you in by your necklace, as if you weren't close enough. He halted his domineering movements as he noticed the pendant that you had chosen for this night. The cockiness was plastered all over his face once more upon the sight, raising a controlled brow.
"Is everything you do needy?"
"I don't know. But I'm looking at someone needy enough to buy me a necklace with his name on it."
