A lot of you wanted a Lex Luthor smut imagine so here you go. Hope you like it.
imagine Lex and [the reader] are married and already have kids. They just moved
in to a new house.
at this, Lex. My underwear looks sad I really need to go shopping for new
underwear.” You comment staring at your reflection in the mirror.
yours is sad and mine seems to be very, thanks to you.” He giggles.
You say to him and throw yourself on the mattress.
I’m the dork? Excuse me ma'am but you’re the one with the “sad
underwear” problem.“ He complains playfully, resting his body on top
up and take those pants off already.” You laugh at him.
your neck and starts pulling off his pants when suddenly the door bursts open,
revealing your 6 year old son, Alex.
woah, woah! Hang in there, son.” Lex says, rapidly putting his pants back
on and you sit up.
is it, sweetheart?” You ask Alex.
a monster in my closet, mommy.”
right here, babe. I’ll be right back.” Lex says and leaves the room.
they’re inside your son’s room, Lex checks underneath his bed and his closet,
letting him know there was nothing in there.
nothing to worry about, buddy.” Lex shakes the little one’s hair.
daddy I can’t sleep alone. Can you stay with me?” He asks his father.
course, big boy.” Lex says, picking him up and placing him on his bed
before drifting into sleep.
I’m sorry about yesterday.” Lex tells you.
baby?” You ask him, confused.
you I was coming back but I fell asleep.” He admits covering his face with
his hands, embarrassed.
okay sweetie you were tired and you did it for Alex.” You smile, placing
your hand on his cheek.
you like it here?” He asks you.
I’m very happy here. What about you?”
know if you’re happy I’m happy.” He answers pecking your lips.
kinda worried about Alex, though.” He adds.
I don’t think he likes it here, but he’ll get used to it. You know changes can
be difficult for kids.”
couple of seconds, he finally breaks the silence.
the kid’s at school now and there’s a couple of things we could do…”
what?” You ask, biting your lip.
you know lik–”
You cut him
off by pushing him gently onto the bed and climbing on top of him. You take off
your bra and kiss him slowly, savoring each other’s mouth while grinding on him
as he caresses your breasts. Lex lets out a groan and you smirk.
you over forcefully, instantly attaching his lips to your neck. You let out
soft moans as he bites and sucks down your collarbone to your breasts. He sucks
one of your nipples while massaging the other with the tip of his fingers. He
takes off your panties with his teeth and you help him take off his boxers. Lex
reaches into the drawer to grab a condom. He tears the package open with his
mouth and slides the prophylactive down his erection. Lex spreads your legs and
runs his finger up and down you slit a few times before ramming his dick inside
You cuss, grasping his long hair as he goes deeper.
you feel so baby girl” He kisses you hungrily. And after a while his
thrusts become faster.
Lex, I’m gonna-” You yell, digging your nails in his back while Lex grabs
your hips as the overwhelming feeling of pleasure takes over both of your
bodies. He lays down next to you on his back and you snuggle your face in his
chest. He kisses your forehead and starts playing with your hair.
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John: Yes. And you buy into her bullshit, because she seems to know all the right things to say. She knows names, she knows buzzwords, she knows certain cultural phrases that imply that she knows more than she does. The anxiety of influence, the Bartok string quartets, the perversion of dialectic la Sagrada Familia, the Gong-Tormented Sea.
Jack: So, what, I should press her and not let her get away with the name dropping?
John: But you didn’t.
Jack: Yeah, I mean, it’s sort of charming that she’s a con-artist.
John: Yes. She does have a certain something, which trumps logic. So, go ahead. Walk into the propeller.