Sweet Nothings
Pairing: Sub! Lex Luthor x fem! Reader
Word Count: ~1.4k
Summary: Late night and Lex is alone with his thoughts, until he isn’t 😏
Warnings: unprotected p in v sex (don’t do it kids), sub! Lex, pet names (angel, honey), praise kink
Author’s Note: The fic in which Lex gets the love he always deserved. Comments and feedback always appreciated! Hope you enjoy ☺️ (header gif by the always lovely @lexkent , used with permission; everyone go check her out 😘) crossposted on my AO3, username: ditchablepromdate
A thunderclap loud enough to rattle a fucking mansion is surely a sign from the universe that sleep is not in the cards tonight. Heaving a sigh, you roll over to find Lex’s side of the bed unsurprisingly vacant. Braving the chill air, you slip from the bed and quickly down the familiar corridors; there’s only one place he’d be at this godforsaken hour.
The flickering light from the fireplace and an occasional bolt of lightning reveal the lines of worry etched on his brow. Slumped down in the elegant chair behind his massive desk, shirt slightly unbuttoned and legs spread wide, he’s lost deep in his thoughts.
So much so that he doesn’t register your presence as you approach until he feels the warmth of your hands snaking beneath his unbuttoned collar to rest on the bare skin of his chest. You can feel the low rumble of pleasure that escapes from deep in his chest.
“It’s late, you should be in bed. Whatever you’re overthinking about will still be there tomorrow.”
A soft half smile tugs at the corner of his lips. He lightly rests his hand on your forearm still draped over his shoulder.
“You’re right,” he concedes.
“I’m always right”
“I know.” He brings the back of your hand to his mouth; pressing a feather soft kiss to your skin. “That’s why I’m in love with you.”
“Up,” you command gently, tugging at his hand.
No persuasion is needed, he eagerly follows your lead. He trails behind you, gently clinging to your fingers as you lead the way to the opulent main bedroom.
“Sit,” you request, firmly but gently backing him against the edge of the bed and pressing down on his shoulders.
He follows your every command without so much as a hint of question or doubt on his angelic face.
“Such an obedient boy,” you purr, straddling his thighs and trailing a lone finger down the exposed skin of his chest to the next button.
The combination of the praise from his lover’s lips and electricity of your touch on his skin elicits a soft moan of pure bliss. His eyes close, lips slightly parted and head tilted back; he basks in the pleasure of your undivided attention.
“Such a beautiful boy,” you whisper, your lips grazing his ear; sending shivers down his spine as you make quick work of the rest of his shirt buttons.
Another groan from Lex, louder this time as your palms travel up the plains of his chest and down his toned shoulders, easily slipping the shirt from his body. It falls forgotten on the floor.
“How badly do you want me, darling?” You already know, but you love to hear the answer from his perfect mouth.
“Desperately,” he replies, not daring to touch you; but the desire is evident in his hungry eyes and the impressive bulge at the crotch of his well fitted slacks.
“Poor baby,” you croon, softly caressing his thigh. “These look terribly uncomfortable. Should we take them off?”
“Please,” he breathes, aching for less clothing, fewer barriers between you.
“Mmmmm, so polite,” you beam at him, leaning in to reward him with a tender kiss.
He moans deeply into your mouth as the heat from both your kiss and your praise go straight to his aching cock; making him squirm, softly pressing his thighs together for the slightest bit of relief.
Your skilled hand makes quick work of his belt buckle, button, and zipper. As you go to slide the slacks down his strong thighs, he gently eases his hips from the edge of the bed, always eager to help; to please.
“Would you like to touch me,” you inquire, noting the linger of his gaze on the swell of your breasts, the outline of your nipple through the thin satin fabric of your nightgown.
“May I?” He asks, gazing up at you reverently, his gorgeous blue eyes blown wide with lust.
“You’ve been so very patient, I think you’re more than deserving of a reward, angel,” you approve, softly taking his large, warm hand and cupping it against the swell of your right breast.
A low groan of pure need rumbles through his chest as the pad of his thumb tenderly circles the stiff peak of your nipple eliciting a sudden gasp of ecstasy as your hips arch, your bare sex grinding against the heat of his near painful erection, separated only by the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.
Gasping for breath as you try to regroup, you rest your head on his shoulder for a beat. Lex’s eyes still linger on his hand still cupping your breast, your nipple more peaked than ever.
“You want more?” You question, wanting to draw out the game, the pleasure; but nearly dying to give in yourself.
A soft nod of the head from Lex.
“And what exactly is it that you desire, my love?” you ask, softly stroking the back of his bald head and caressing his neck.
“I would very much like to have your breast… in my mouth,” he replies, his face a hopeful question.
“You shall have it,” you permit, softly easing the satin down, revealing the stiff peak of your nipple; your soft skin getting chill bumps from the cool room air.
Dipping his head slightly, he gingerly takes the bud into the wet, warmth of his mouth; low rumbles of his aching hunger reverberating against your skin as he laves your nipple with his skilled tongue.
A bolt of pure pleasure shoots straight to your core at his ministrations, and a sinful moan escapes your mouth as your hips involuntarily arc, rutting against his solid thigh.
He comes up for air as you lean against his heaving chest for support, both breathing raggedly from the searing tension.
A quick glance up to check on him reveals a look of sheer desperation. One of his hands clenches the comforter of the bed.
“What do you need, angel,” you ask, feeling a slight twinge of guilt. You never wish to see your angel suffer to the point of true pain.
“May I please, PLEASE, touch myself,” he begs, his eyes nearly brimming with tears. “Even just over the fabric, PLEASE. I’m begging. I ache so badly, I’m leaking; I need you so badly it hurts.”
“Oh honey,” you soothe, reaching for the waistband of his underwear; “I think we can do much better than that.”
With that, he eagerly lifts his hips, a look of blessed relief gracing his face as you slide them down his legs to the floor.
A soft sigh of disappointment escapes his lips as you turn your back to him, quickly replaced by the lowest moan of sheer ecstasy as you align the flushed tip of his aching cock with your warm, wet entrance. A soft arch of your back and a subtle lift of his hips had him entering you.
A stream of filthy moans escapes your mouth as you sink slowly onto his cock.
“Oh god, Lex. Oh fuck. Jesus Christ,” you whimper, finally seated against his lap; too full of his cock to think straight.
“Thank you,” he pants, his breath hot against your neck. His large warm hand grazes against your side and upward to squeeze your tender breast. “Oh GOD thank you.”
Slowly, ever so slowly, you rise; instantly craving the feeling of him being buried so deep inside you again.
Low rumbles and moans of pleasure bubble up from his chest as you sink back down onto the length of his rigid cock.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” he sighs hungrily into the sheet of your hair.
Within just a few more strokes, you can feel your release rapidly approaching and as you sink onto him one final time, you bring his hand down from your breast, and you don’t have to give any instruction as you arch your back and the tip of his cock hits just the perfect spot.
The pad of his thumb swirls quick, tight circles on your clit, and your pleasure strikes hard and fast, your cunt pulsing around his aching length; crying out his name over and over as your hands clutch at his thighs.
He lasts barely a moment longer, release hitting him like a freight train as he spills deep inside you.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, both of you trembling uncontrollably as you come down from your blissful high. “I’m sorry I couldn’t last longer. I wanted to, really, I-“
“Shhhhhh,” you cut him off, turning to press a tender kiss to his lips. “You have nothing to apologize for,” you assure him. “You are perfect.”
And maybe for the first time in his entire life, he actually believes it.
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