#notyourhetloki

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Colonel Miles Quaritch; a name you couldn't forget. His impetuous reputation followed him wherever he went, scaring away those who dared to get close. Such a legendary status granted him a sort of fear and admiration combo from his peers and even from you, a scientist who had never even properly met him.

Most of your admiration for him was purely experimental, now that he was a recombinant, after all. You wanted to get close and see for yourself all the wonders the new Na'vi body could provide him.

But you had to settle for watching him from afar. Whenever you crossed the same corridors or observed him in the gym (lifting those stupid oversized weights) you just couldn't help but stare a little, good thing he never noticed... until he did.

"And what do we have here?" You got caught ogling too hard at the blue man's biceps while he stretched. "Like what you see?" He said smugly while flexing his arm at you.

You turned all red and stepped away as quickly as you could, but you could still hear his laugh echoing through the halls. You felt humiliated, and you were sure he would know you as a joke from then on.

One day, one of your colleagues asked if you could cover them on the medbay and do some checkups on the recoms. It wasn't really your area, you worked more in the laboratory but you accepted out of curiosity.

When you entered your designated station you almost gasped in surprise. The Colonel was there, sitting on a stretcher (big enough for his body but low enough so you could reach him). He seemed bored, expression unreadable while he bounced one of his spread legs.

"Alright, let's get this over with–" Quaritch started to speak, but he stopped mid-way after seeing you. He sat up straight, ears up in alert while his tail wagged leisurely. His eyes examined you up and down, mouth slightly agape as he licked his fangs. "Well, hey there..."

The way he slowly pronounced his words sent shivers down your spine, his low gravelly voice echoed through the room and you found it difficult to keep calm. Gosh, your crush on him was bigger than you had imagined.

"Hello, Colonel. My name is (y/n) and I'll be performing your checkup today, any questions?" You tried keeping it professional, but the way he looked at you felt so predatory... you felt like a lamb in a lion's presence. Besides, he was so freaking tall, taller than you had anticipated now that you were so close to him.

"Yeah, I know your name." The memory from your previous encounter made you even more nervous, but he didn't seem to be disgusted by you. He seemed... interested. "And nope. I'm all yours, princess." He leaned back on his hands and puffed his chest, clearly too comfortable.

You couldn't help but blush at his comment, giving him a soft smile while you approached him. Carefully, you prepared some of the equipment you would use, deciding to let your shyness aside.

"Someone here is feeling well-humored enough. Have you had a good night's sleep?" You said, and he never took his eyes off you while chuckling.

"Slept like a baby." His sharp grin and intense gaze had an effect on you, one you tried to deny and repress... but the reality was, you were attracted to him, and it was more than just scientific curiosity.

"Glad to hear that." You asked him to lean down and he obeyed, you checked on his ears, his eyes, and now needed to check his mouth.

"Open up." You proceeded, but Quaritch hesitated.

"Y'know, I'm not used to receivin' orders." He looked down at you, and you couldn't quite decipher his expression. It was a mixture of smugness and severeness, you knew he wasn't completely joking.

"Well, you're under my care now. So you have to listen to every word I say, right, Colonel?" You didn't know what had gotten into you to feel comfortable enough to tease him like that, and you immediately regretted it after the sentence came out of your mouth.

But for your relief, all Quaritch did was laugh. He crossed his arms and stared right into your eyes, lids halfway closed in a relaxed way,

"Yes, ma'am..." He whispered, sending electricity down your body.

To have such an authoritarian figure be so cooperative with you was already a turn-on, but that was none other than Colonel Quaritch. The man exuded so much power and yet there he was, calling you pet names and behaving so well...

"Now, open." You repeated yourself, and he darted his tongue out mischievously, still not breaking eye contact.

Trying to not let his gaze distract you, you performed your examinations and let him close his mouth after a while. He used the pause to take a quick breath from the respirator hanging around his neck and as you got close enough to measure his blood pressure, Quaritch decided to speak into your ear.

"What a pretty blush... is that all for me or do your other patients get you like this often?" He remained still, but his tail brushed the side of your hip as you tried to maintain composure.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, you couldn't possibly believe that was happening... was the Colonel really flirting with you?

"I-I don't have many patients... I'm usually in the lab, actually. I'm just covering for a colleague today..." You tried to explain but all words came out too soft. As you looked up to meet his gaze, he seemed satisfied with his effect on you.

"Covering for a colleague, huh? Such a good girl." The last couple of words came out teasingly slow, dragged out so you could feel every syllable going straight to your sex. The motherfucker knew what he was doing to you.

"I-I think we're done here today, Colonel. You're free to go." You turned around to put some information into the datapad but immediately felt him standing up behind you, his shadow looming over you as you gathered all your equipment.

"Well, guess I'll see you around, kid." Quaritch sighed dramatically before saying, then put one of his large hands on your shoulder as he walked out. "When's our next checkup?"

You looked up, then up again... until you met his gaze. "Hm... in this initial phase, the checkups should be pretty regular, so... maybe next week?"

"Nice. See you there." He squeezed your shoulder before exiting the room.

"But–" You couldn't finish your sentence before Quaritch was out the door, and you knew you probably wouldn't have an opportunity quite like that again... so you decided to just relish the moment and allow yourself to blush even harder at the interaction you just had.

A week and a half had passed and you still couldn't get over your encounter with the Colonel, it had messed you up entirely yet served the purpose of enlightening you on your true feelings. Your little admiration had developed into a full-blown crush and the following nights after the checkup you couldn't help but touching yourself, remembering the way he looked at you and called you a 'good girl'.

You felt insane, victim of your own desires and you just couldn't control it. The thought of him never ceased to appear in your mind, yet fully aware of the taboo weighing on you... he was currently in a different species' body, that alone made you feel like a freak.

But imagine your surprise when one of the nurses came into your lab, all scared face, asking you if you could go the medbay. "Colonel Quaritch demands your presence for the checkup, ma'am..."

Fuck. Why did he want you specifically? Did Quaritch actually want to see you again? That thought never crossed your mind before, but now... it thrilled you.

You strutted your way to the medbay and confidently entered his station, and there he was in all his glory. Seated in a comfortable position, legs spread open and tail slowly wagging. He reminded you of a cat, observing his prey.

"Took your time, huh?" Quaritch's voice resonated through your body, low and severe. He didn't seem as content as the other time you saw him.

"I can assume you didn't sleep so well this time, Colonel." You said as you closed the door behind you, slowly approaching the blue alien.

"I'm all wound up lately, princess. Needin' to get off some steam." The grin he gave you was full of mischief, but he still looked stern and very stressed.

"May I suggest more exercise? Some cardio, maybe? Running on those personalized giant treadmills must feel nice." You innocently proposed, but the look in his eyes turned deep and dark.

"Oh, you could help me with some cardio, alright..." His demeanor transformed into something more playful, turning his head sideways like a puppy in order to get your full reaction.

You gasped lightly at his words, turning completely red at the implication. "You pervert!" You whispered, looking up at him.

The Colonel laughed loudly while holding both his hands up in defense. "Hey, I didn't say a thing! You're the one assuming!" He continued laughing for a bit before you finally decided to avert the situation and take one of your medical instruments to his mouth.

"Open." You said plainly, and he obeyed with a bit of hesitance. "Your throat is sore, have you been screaming a lot?" You hoped the question would throw him off the previous conversation.

"Oh, you have no idea, kid." It worked, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes as he spoke.

"I'll give you some syrup for that, you'll be good as new in no time." You offered him a smile despite feeling so small in his presence, his intimidating size always getting on your nerves.

"Does it taste like shit?" He prodded.

"Oh, c'mon. Can't handle a bit of medicine?" You teased while measuring his blood pressure.

"Watch it." His voice came with a warning, but you only smirked at him.

As you were finishing the checkup, you turned around from him to update the datapad. Suddenly, you felt something lifting the hem of your dress up from behind, so you looked down and caught the sight of his tail trying to expose you.

"Fuck, that little sundress you' wearin' looks good on you." Quaritch said, looking at your exposed thighs.

You quickly slapped his tail away from you, smoothing down the hem of your dress neatly while gasping in exasperation.

"Oh, you–!" You tried to measure your tone to a low whisper but ended up not being able to control your words. "You absolute bastard!"

His low chuckle only served to turn you on and piss you off at the same time. "Don't call me names, darlin'... I might like it."

You sighed in defeat, opening up the door as an invitation. You didn't know if you should feel harassed or horny... or both. "You're free to go now, Colonel."

He chuckled at you, rising up from his seat and towering over your frame.

"See you next time, sweetheart." Quaritch said while ruffling your hair lightly. The way the pet name rolled off his tongue made your heart beat even faster, and you knew you were going to remember it later that night.

You couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day, feeling the ghost of his presence crawl under your skin. It ignited you to even think he could want you... made you feel seen, desired.

As you got ready to go to your quarters, you remembered the throat medicine you promised to give him... and you had an idea. It wouldn't hurt to try, right? Besides, you just wanted to see him again, maybe gain another compliment so you could touch yourself later thinking about it.

So you removed your labcoat and went with just your sundress, fixing your hair on the way to his chambers.

You hesitated before knocking on his door, but your crush was so intense it filled you with crazed bravery.

Your eyes widened at the sight of a shirtless Quaritch answering the door, who looked quite unhappy until he realized it was you. "Oh, wow. What gives me the honor?" He leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms, looking down at your face.

"I-I brought the syrup I mentioned earlier... for your throat." Gosh, he was handsome. Blue, tall and muscular, you wish you could climb him like a tree. His big green eyes flickered between your face and the big recipient you were holding, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

He chuckled in response, taking the medicine from your hands. "You're the sweetest thing, ain'tcha?" He seemed to look down at your body before stepping aside and leaving a gap in the doorway. "Come in, kid... don't worry, the filtration system's out so the air is good enough for ya."

Besides your better judgment, you just couldn't simply deny an order from the Colonel. You entered his room and quickly noticed how everything was oversized, big enough for his comfort... you found that endearing.

He closed the door behind you and suddenly realized how crazy that whole situation was. You were in his quarters, alone with the legendary Miles Quaritch... and he was shirtless.

"So... h-how can I help?" You tried maintaining calm, but deep down you were so nervous you couldn't help but stutter at your words.

"Oh, I know somethin' you could help me with." His canines showed in his sharp grin and the vision made you swallow dry, nearly panicking when he trapped you against the wall with his body. He was ducked enough so his face was just slightly above yours, and he seemed even more intimidating than before.

"I don't understand..." You didn't want to seem weak, so you maintained eye contact even though it was proven to be quite difficult.

"Don't act a fool, you know damn well why you're here. I’m tense and I need a hand. I thought a pretty thing like you could help me out." Quaritch looked at you with hungry eyes, the implications of his advance combined with his closeness to you made your panties wet.

But even though you were completely horny at that point, you just didn't want to give in so easily. "I-I don’t think this is appropriate, Colonel..." Your voice came out in a mere whisper, not being able to convince him.

"Oh, cut the crap. I’ve seen the way you look at me in the corridors, the way you blush whenever you’re near me… it’s adorable." He took the opportunity to lift your chin up with his big fingers, forcing you into a more direct stare. "Or do you want me to believe you came all the way here just to give me some medicine?"

You swallowed again as you felt completely exposed, but surprisingly, you weren't ashamed. Instead, you felt even more encouraged to pursue what you had been fantasizing about for weeks now.

"Then, what do you need from me, Quaritch?" You fiddled with the hem of your dress playfully, and he looked down at your body to accompany your movements. "What would you like me to do?" You said softly.

He slowly raised his gaze to your face again, smiling widely while licking his lips.

"I would like you..." Quaritch's tail once again tried to lift your dress up, grazing the skin of your thigh and giving you goosebumps in the process. "to take your clothes off."

Your eyes widened a bit at his request, but you wanted to behave for him. As you slowly removed your dress, you noticed his eyes roaming on your skin, hungry for the sight of you.

"Ah... such a good girl you are." Quaritch's voice was low and raspy, full of desire. He only stood there, arms propped on each side of your head as he observed your every move with much interest.

The way he called you made you blush even harder, not being able to control a low satisfied hum in response.

"You like it when I praise you, huh?" Once your dress was gone, he took it from your hands and tossed it across the room. "You gotta earn it if you wanna hear more... so keep moving."

You nodded your head and decided to try something out while you undid your bra. "Yes, sir..." You said lightly, barely audible.

Letting your bra fall to the ground, you massaged your exposed breasts only to show them off, allowing a playful grin to appear on your lips.

"Oh, you dirty little thing." Soon the Colonel's hands replaced yours, his big palms completely covered your breasts as he squeezed them not so gently. "How many times did you touch yourself thinkin' about this, huh? Thinkin' 'bout me?"

Heat rose to your cheeks and traveled down your belly, the sensation of his hands on you clouded your thoughts. "Ah... m-many times, sir... so many..."

Quaritch appeared really satisfied with your answer, twitching his ears in excitement and wagging his tail. "Oh yeah? You've got toys or somethin'?"

He wanted to know the details and you were going to give it to him, even though it made you blush.

"Y-Yes, I..." You slowly lowered your panties, feeling them slide down your legs. "I got a dildo I use..."

"Really?" His condescending tone only made the ache between your legs grow. "What's the size of that thing?"

"Hm... pretty average, actually." You eyed him with false innocence before he grabbed your ass hard, almost lifting you up.

"Ha, let me tell ya, kid... I think I might be bigger than average." Quaritch inclined his head, inviting you to look down. As you did, you finally saw the bulge in his pants... the thing was huge.

"Holy shit..." You said under your breath, making him laugh. "I-I don't think it will fit, Colonel..."

His laugh was harsh and patronizing. "Nah, we'll make it work." He looked all casual about it, smug as always.

Quaritch took your arm and guided you to his enormous bed, lifting you up and laying you out in front of him.

"Fuck, look at you..." He carefully kneeled in front of the bed, massaging your thighs encouragingly. "Open them for me, sweetheart."

You opened your legs delicately, exposing your slick sex to him.

His pupils widened at the sight of your pussy, and only for a brief moment he looked at your eyes before finally devouring you, diving mouth-first into your sex. The sheer surprise of his action made you jolt a little, granting you a slap on the side of your thigh. "Ah!"

"Behave." He said against you, just a quick pause before he continued. Quaritch licked your entrance up to your clit, kissing his way around your labia and making an absolute mess.

You whined and moaned at his movements, grabbing the sheets around you and caressing the back of his head. Your reaction only encouraged him to tantalizingly insert a finger inside you, making you shake from overstimulation.

"Ah! Quaritch!" Moaning his last name made him smile against you, chuckling to himself and pausing for a quick comment.

"I have a finger up your cunt, darlin'... I think you can call me 'Miles' now..." He used the break to nip at the inside of your thighs, his sharp canines leaving marks as he bit into your supple skin.

"P-Please, Miles... don't stop..." Was all you could say before you felt another finger easing in you, his big digits spreading you open.

"Shh... so needy, ain'tcha?" He moved his fingers in and out carefully, aware of the size difference between you. "Don't worry... daddy's feelin' generous today."

Daddy. That word was your weakness, sending you deeper into a spiral of need and desire you didn't know possible. It was all you needed to send you to the edge.

Miles continued eating you out then, sucking on your clit while fucking you with his fingers. He licked and sucked and drooled all over you, meanwhile, his fingers curled up inside hitting the perfect spot.

"Ah! Please, d-daddy!" You could feel him smiling against you again as you got closer and closer to your climax. "Fuck!"

Waves of pleasure washed over you as your orgasm bloomed, sending electricity all over your body. But even after you came Miles didn't stop, forcing you to pull your hips away from him. "T-Too much..."

Quaritch wasn't exactly pleased with that, but he also wanted to move things along so he allowed it. "Okay, okay..."

He took the opportunity to take a breath from the respirator that laid next to you on the bed, closing his eyes and letting the air revigorate him.

Only then he crawled on top of you, his predatory demeanor causing you to feel even smaller than you already were in comparison to him. Miles bit his lip while lowering his pants, letting his dick spring out free from his boxers.

You couldn't help but gasp at the sheer size of it... could be compared to the size of your forearm, even. The glowy patterns of his skin extended down to his length, and the purple-rosy tip already dripped with pearlescent precum.

"It's rude to stare." He had a ridiculous smile on his face, clearly satisfied by your shocked expression.

Quaritch was slotted between your legs, stroking his dick slowly while admiring your body. "I'm gonna fuck you up, pretty girl."

Shivers went down your body at his low whisper, and you hummed in approval as he started to grind his length against your pussy. The veins and dots served as texture and stimulated your sensitive clit.

When you felt him positioning his tip at your entrance, you looked up at him and saw his concentrated face. Quaritch was intensely staring at where your bodies met, watching as every inch of him stretched you open and penetrated you.

"M-Miles..." You were about to tell him it was too much, but he soon slipped even further into you, causing you to gasp.

"Shh... attagirl." He eased in and out, inch by inch, slowly and precisely. You were pretty wet already but he occasionally would spit down on his dick to lubricate it even more.

You felt so full... his girth stretched you open so deliciously it hurt, making you teary-eyed.

"Daddy... please, ah!" When the first word came out of your mouth, you felt his grip on you tighten even further and you knew you were going to get bruised.

"You like that, huh? Let me see those tears, then." He was kneeling upright on the bed, grabbing your hips and raising them up to his crotch, completely controlling the movements.

The tears you were holding back started to cascade down your face in an instant, the relief of crying easing down the slight pain. You were overstimulated, but you didn't want to stop.

"Yeah... good girl, (y/n)." The sound of your name combined with the praise was divine, making you even more driven to continue such a crazy endeavor.

"I-I can take it, Miles... please." Was all you needed to say. He looked at your eyes for a lingering moment before thrusting his hips onto yours once, then twice... still slow but comparatively harsh.

You gasped at his every move and noticed that the pain slowly faded away, turning into delicious pleasure. Miles noticed that too, you began to moan louder and louder... so he started to thrust deeper, faster.

Soon he was fucking into you with the maximum length he could, making you mewl his name in return. He hovered over you, ears twitching in excitement and tail wagging.

"Such a tight little cunt, ah... taking my cock so well..." He groaned and hummed occasionally, the sounds vibrating in his chest.

You stayed in that position for a while, just taking him like a doll... until he stopped. You looked at him in confusion before feeling him lift you up completely, manhandling you until you were on top of his laid-down frame.

"You do the work now, princess." Quaritch said while inhaling on the respirator, chest quickly rising and falling trying to regulate his own breathing.

"Oh, you lazy bum." You whispered while aligning the tip of his cock into your entrance. You were facing him, cowgirl style as you slowly lowered your hips down onto his big dick.

"Hey!" He smacked your ass a little harder than intended, but didn't apologize. "You're lucky your cunt's been making me real jolly right now." And he smiled that stupid smile of his.

You decided to ignore him and just continue hopping on his cock, making a mess on the sheets as you rolled your hips in circles, up and down.

"Agh... fuck, look at you... such a good little whore." Quaritch's hands traveled your body without a certain destination, squeezing your tits and caressing your back before grabbing at your waist. "Go faster, I wanna see ya jiggle."

Obeying without much thinking, you started to fuck yourself into him faster. After a few thrusts, you felt yourself lowering even further onto him, taking him even deeper than before. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, moaning loudly while holding him for dear life.

"Fuck, doll... I'm gonna make you pop like that..." To your surprise, there was a sense of urgency in the Colonel's voice, was he... worried?

"Hmm, I hope I pop..." You said without thinking, too fucked out to even form coherent thoughts.

Miles laughed at that, seeing your expression and hearing your lust-filled voice... he knew you were enjoying yourself way too much. "Wow, you're such a fucking freak, huh? Such a dirty little slut."

The insults just fuelled you into a frenzy, bouncing on his dick faster and deeper and taking him almost all the way up. That's when you noticed his hand resting on your stomach, and you realized he was trying to feel the bulge his cock made in your belly.

"Can feel myself inside ya, kid... fuck." His enormous hand lingered there for a few moments before lowering his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud.

You rolled your head back in so much pleasure your vision went dark, moaning obscenely along with the squelching sounds your bodies made. Feeling your second orgasm growing inside, you hopped up and down until he was completely buried inside you. Once you took all his length, you simply started rolling your hips without taking him out. "Ahh...! F-Feels so... so good..."

"Goddammit, (y/n)... keep going." Demanded Quaritch, and you didn't even need the encouragement because you couldn't stop if you wanted to, searching your high frenetically.

For your luck, his thumb didn't stop either, rubbing your clit just right. You were so full and stretched and sensitive that all you could do was mewl for him. "Miles! Daddy... fuck, I'm gonna..."

"Y-Yeah, me too, princess..." He looked at you through half-shut eyes, not being able to hide his own pleasure. His hands squeezed your hips keeping them as close to him as possible, forcing you into him. "Ugh, gonna cum all up inside ya."

And then you felt him twitching inside your walls, spilling his seed and filling you up with his cum as he growled like an animal. You could feel his jizz dripping out of you, slowly oozing from your entrance onto his skin. That feeling alone, of being filled to the brim, made you finish in no time.

You came with a loud moan, throwing your head backward and arching your back. Your orgasm took over you, making you tingle in pure ecstasy... you had never felt anything like that before.

As you came down from your high, you opened your eyes to see Miles watching you attentively. His pupils were blown out while he heavily breathed through his respirator, and he smiled smugly at you.

"How you doing, kid?" He said after tossing his mask aside, rubbing soft circles on your bruised skin, surprisingly tender in his movements.

You slowly moved your hips up inch by inch, removing his now softening cock from inside you. It plopped onto his belly comically as you rolled to your side, climbing up the bed in order to face him. You felt incredibly empty without his girth stretching you, but you were proud of yourself for being able to take him so well.

"I feel amazing..." You confessed, not able to suppress a wide smile.

Quaritch laughed at that, inviting you to lay on his chest. You could hear his rapid heartbeats as he teased you. "Me too, me too..."

You both stayed there for a while, eyes closed while caressing each other until you remembered the air filtration system would start working at any minute. So you quickly got up, cleaned yourself and started to make your way to the door.

"Hey, where d'you think you're going, hm?" A stern voice could be heard from the bed.

"I thought you were sleeping..." You said, coming back into the room.

"Without saying goodbye? Heartless." He said pretentiously, knowing damn well he would do the same. "See you around, sweetheart."

"See you around, Miles." Without much thinking, you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. He didn't smile, but his ears flickered adorably and you took that as a win.

Before you could reach the door, you heard Quaritch call while standing up to reach you. "(y/n)?"

"Yes?" You turned around, looking up to meet his gaze.

"When's our next checkup?" He fumbled on his feet as he tried to pull his underwear up, making you chuckle.

"Honestly? I have no idea. As I said, checkups aren't really my thing." You tried not to stare too much at his body, the memories from the recent events already taking over your mind.

"Right..." The Colonel seemed disappointed at that, but his bright green eyes lit up the moment you started to speak.

"Don't worry, just call me whenever you need some cardio." You said as you winked, gaining a sharp grin from him.

"Yeah, that ain't a bad idea."

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Being Lex Luthor's girlfriend had its perks. Besides the money and fame, you couldn't deny you were taken care of. Not emotionally, of course... but physically.

The sex you had always felt like the first time, desperate and rough, like you both had been touch-starved for centuries. It satisfied you, in a way, but you weren't allowed to finish every time.

"Please, sir! P-Please, let me cum... I'm so close!" You whined on top of him, riding his thigh as he read a book.

You were facing him, watching as he read, and hands tied back while you pleaded for your release.

"You'll cum and I say you can cum." His eyes never left the words on the page, his free hand anchoring your back so you didn't fall backwards as you rocked your hips up and down his leg.

That night, he didn't let you orgasm... he rarely did. So you decided to throw a tantrum, and that displeased him immensely.

You entered the guest room and slammed the door shut, but forgot to lock it. His steps grew louder as you heard him get up from his reading seat and open the door forcibly.

"Who do you think you are?!" Lex said with rage in his eyes. "You're just a spoiled brat who cries at every little inconvenience, (y/n). Maybe you should learn some discipline!"

"Oh, fuck off, Lex!" Tears threatened to fall down your cheeks, but you were strong and too stubborn to let that happen in front of him.

Luthor sighed, utterly annoyed at you. "I should've just hired a fucking stripper."

He stormed out of the room, leaving you alone and humiliated. You closed the door again, this time locking it before letting all your tears flow down your face. Everything you desired was a partner who took care of you, but the price to pay was proving to be too high.

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He left with no warning on a work trip that would take days to end. You only found out because of a message his assistant left on your phone, and oh, you were mad.

You decided to not text him like you usually did, just to see how he reacted. A day went by, then two... on the third day, you gave up on him.

Your mind started playing dreadful scenarios in your head. Was he cheating on you? Had he found someone better? Did he mean what he said to you that night?

His words never left your head, and certain he was tired of you, you decided to leave.

You put only your older clothes in the suitcase you had, leaving every gift from him behind. As you were taking your things to the entrance, you heard the elevator come up... all you wanted was to avoid meeting him, but there he was.

Lex seemed tired, but his expression soon turned to confusion as he looked at your stuff displayed in front of him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He wasn't angry, but seemed so done with your bullshit.

"I'm leaving." You managed to say, heart pounding in your chest from a mixture of anger and sadness. As much as you tried to deny it, you liked Luthor... way too much.

He seemed pensive, face indecipherable as he exited the elevator and grew closer to you. "May I know why?"

It didn't seem like Lex would stop you, so you grabbed your bags from the ground and defied him with his own words. "You should've hired a stripper."

You tried to leave, but to your surprise, Luthor stepped in front of you.

"Is that what this is all about?" He grabbed your things from your hands and threw them across the hall. "If I didn't want you here, believe me, I would've gotten rid of you a long time ago."

That's when he got angry, his imposing posture towering above you. It had been a long time since you felt scared like that.

"Then why did you say that?" Your eyes filled with tears once more, but this time you couldn't hold them back. Lex looked at them fall, and with one deep breath, softened his attitude.

"I was angry." He raised his thumb to catch one tear rolling down your cheek. "You know I don't care for defiance."

"You know you could have anyone else... someone easier." You grabbed his lapels to ground you, draw him closer.

"You are..." He seemed to really think about his next words. "...a challenge. Your little games make me want you more. Without you, I get bored."

His big blue eyes sparkled with something unfamiliar: honesty. You knew he was speaking the truth, and that relieved you.

"Me too, sir..." And that was true as well. Without him ordering you around and claiming you, your life would be incredibly boring.

For the first time in your relationship, Lex Luthor showed you softness. He caressed the side of your face with clinical precision, but that was already a win to you.

"Why didn't you text me?" He interrupted the comfortable silence, examining your face.

"In my defense, you didn't text me either." You said, hands resting on his chest while looking into his eyes.

"I was busy." Lex simply responded, lowering down to kiss your forehead before moving away.

That gesture didn't feel as cold as his usual signs of tenderness, it actually felt genuine... did he go into a dimensional portal and come back different? You decided you didn't care, you were going to appreciate what you could and spend the night like you usually did... with him.

You followed him to the main bedroom and helped him undress, taking all his suit off and leaving him naked. The bastard was so strong and handsome, you could admire his torso for hours... and his downstairs too.

"What are you looking at?" He said with a smirk, knowing full well you were eyeing him with lust.

You simply inched close again, closing the distance and kissing him softly, slowly, different from everything you have ever done with him.

To your surprise, Luthor didn't rush things out. He stayed with you, slowly grabbing at your waist and kissing you deeply. You moaned against him, and he noticed.

He only broke the kiss to say one small phrase. "I missed you." And apparently, even Lex surprised himself with his words. He looked shocked, like he had slipped the biggest secret out.

Your heart filled with joy, and you couldn't help but smile. "I missed you too, Mr. Luthor."

You moved in to kiss him again, and then, the kiss turned sloppier. Still slow, but much messier and hot. Lex grabbed your ass with one hand and smoothed your back with the other, while you held the sides of his face firmly.

He took off your clothes between kisses, leaving you both naked beside the bed. Lex was rock hard already, and you knew your night would be extremely fun.

You kneeled down, not wasting time and licked his shaft from the base to the tip. He groaned, fist closed while gripping your hair.

"That's it, suck my cock." Lex said before pushing your head forward into his dick, then pulling you away by your hair. He controlled every motion, every thrust... you were only a hole for him at that moment, and oh, that thought made you so wet.

You did your best not to gag, but he was big and was touching the back of your throat with every move. When you finally gagged, he stopped his thrusts and demanded that you look at him.

Your drool was dripping down your chin and chest, lips puffy and pink from the friction, and eyes watering... for him, you looked perfect.

"Fuck, look at you..." Lex softened his grip on your hair only to grab your arm and pull you upward. "I'm not done with you yet."

He threw you at the bed and climbed on top of you like an animal, kissing his way down your body, your mouth, neck... stopped at your chest to suck at your nipples and bite at the supple skin. Then he continued his path down your stomach, your thighs... when he opened your legs, he saw a feast.

He had never kissed you down there before, never bothered to please you like that. But this was not about you, it was about his hunger.

Luthor licked and kissed your pussy on all the right places, savoured your wetness and taste like a starved man.

"Ooh, sir! Lex, ah!" You moaned, caressing his head while he ate you out.

He didn't stop, he couldn't. Your taste was too good, the feeling of you against him... it made his cock twitch in anticipation.

"I'm gonna... please, I'm gonna cum!" You tried to warn beforehand, but it was useless. You came with a lewd scream, pleasure pulsing through your body in beautiful waves. You had never felt better.

When Lex stopped, you could see his lips and chin were all wet with your slick. That vision was so sexy it made you shiver.

He came back to kiss you again, and you could taste yourself in him. You couldn't help but break the kiss to speak your mind. "That was so fucking hot of you."

Lex smirked, positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance. "I'm still not done."

You were expecting him to slam into you like he usually did, but no. This time, he was... gentle. Slow and precise, he fucked into you while looking at your face.

"Look at me, (y/n)." He said, in and out of you in deliberate motions. "Look into my eyes."

You obeyed, forcing yourself not to close your eyes like you usually did. You looked at his blue eyes and noticed how dilated his pupils were, his expression so intense it made you blush.

"Hmm, s-so good, Lex..." You moaned, not used to the feeling of such gentleness, yet it still was so intense. He was so vulnerable and close to you now, you wished this moment never ended.

His nonstop pace was so delicious it made your eyes water again, one single tear escaping from your eye.

"You..." Luthor was holding onto the back of your thigh with one hand, spreading you open and holding the side of your face with the other. "You feel so goddamn good, (y/n)."

You gasped, never hearing words like that from him before. "P-Please, don't stop, sir..." You pleaded.

"You're mine..." His breathing got deeper with each thrust, so you knew he was close. "Next time you try to leave... I'll... I'll lock you up inside, understood?"

"Yes, sir." You said before drawing him into a kiss, this time more desperate. Both of you moaned against each other, deep and passionate, as he finally came inside you.

Lex slumped down on top of you, his face into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily while you tried to breathe under his weight.

"Lex, you're smothering me." You half-joked, massaging his back and the back of his head.

"Hm." He simply retorted.

You stayed there for a few good minutes, until he finally moved to the side. Big spooning you, he broke the silence.

"Don't try to leave again." His tone was severe, but deep down had a bit of desperation in his voice. "I mean it."

You knew he wasn't joking, he was well capable of locking you up in his pocket dimension if he so wanted. But you weren't afraid of him, you knew the power you had also.

"Make me cum more often and I'll stay." You offered, feeling his smirk on the back of your neck.

"Is that a challenge?" He proposed, making you smile at his idea.

"Sure is." Your hand found his on top of your stomach, and you interlaced fingers.

"Deal." Lex whispered in your ear.

And oh, you had no idea of the trouble you had gotten yourself into.

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Lex Luthor first met you at your work, the most popular strip club in Metropolis, where rich men could spend their cash on girls and alcohol. Lex wasn’t a big fan of such environments, but he couldn’t deny an invitation from one of his investors… so he played along.

You were a waitress, just a girl who took the clients' orders and served them their drinks, nothing more than that. You were invisible to most men there, who were occupied watching the half-naked strippers dancing in front of them. But oh, you were not invisible to him.

Luthor was sitting on a large sofa reserved for the VIP clients alongside his investor and some other colleagues, who were pretty interested in the dancing girls in front of them. Lex, on the other hand, was observing everything around him, and that’s when he spotted you.

You were wearing a tight, short black dress that left little to the imagination, your hair was neatly tied back, and you were smiling as you approached their designated seats.

“Good evening, boys. What can I get for you?”

For some reason he couldn’t explain, Lex Luthor felt a familiar feeling… the need to have, to conquer. The pit of his stomach burned with such need and he didn't immediately know why... maybe it was because you were beautiful, or maybe because he wasn't supposed to want you. But he wanted you, and he always got what he wanted.

All men asked for their drinks, Lex asked for a whiskey, and you took note of everything. He looked you up and down, examining, studying… and quite liked what he saw.

"What is your name, girl?" Lex said in a demanding voice as you came back with their drinks, fingers grazing your skin as he took his glass from your hand.

You introduced yourself as you watched him get comfortable in his seat, manspreading and reclining back... he looked like a handsome devil.

"That's a pretty name... I'm Lex." Somehow, even his compliment sounded cynical.

"Oh, I know who you are." You dryly offered back, looking at his predatory eyes as he licked his lips swiftly and tilted his head sideways. You knew who Lex Luthor was, his awful reputation followed him everywhere, and you knew he was up to no good.

He squinted at your words, slightly annoyed to realize you were going to be more challenging than expected... but everyone knows Luthor likes a challenge.

"How much for a private dance?" He looked at your face then, searching for any sign of opportunity in your expressions.

You were thrown back by his question, shock displayed on your face, making Lex smile maliciously. It was... unexpected, to say the least. To be desired like that when he clearly had other options around him, you couldn't deny you felt flattered. But you quickly recomposed, offering him back a smile of your own.

"I'm not for sale, Mr. Luthor... but one of those girls might be." You pointed in the direction of the stage where the poles were, displaying his options.

"If I wanted one of them, I would've gotten them already." He was rude, to say the least, but you weren't surprised at that... what to expect from a billionaire sociopath?

"Well, I'm sorry, sir. I can't help you with that." You emphasized the word 'sir' tentatively, only to see his jaw twitching in anticipation. It was a game for you, one you decided to play for the sole reason you disliked him enough... but deep down, found him incredibly enticing.

You walked away swaying your hips a little more than necessary, just to tease him a bit more. Lex, of course, knew the game you were playing and was determined to win it. It had been ages since a woman challenged him like that, he usually got whatever he wanted pretty easily, so to have someone provoke him... it felt surprisingly thrilling.

On the way out, he gave you a big fat tip but said nothing. Lex Luthor was not a patient man when it came to business… but this was no business, this was a hunt.

He began his research immediately after arriving at his penthouse, and in no time had all the information he could dream of. Your full name, your age, address, cell number, friends, routine... everything he needed to make his next move.

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On the next day, your tracked phone told him you were at a coffee shop near your house, so Lex followed. As you watched him arrive, your heart beat faster in a mixture of euphoria, nervousness, and a bit of fear. He didn't even acknowledge you straight away, just sat in front of you and crossed his arms.

"You are an absolute creep." You calmly said, taking a sip of your coffee.

"I'd like to think I'm more of a visionary." He retorted, big blue eyes watching your every move.

“What are you doing here? Do billionaires usually get their own coffee? Luthorcorp is not even close-“

“I don’t usually sit around and wait for things to fall from the sky, (y/n)…” He leaned forward, elbows on the table, and hands clasped like he was trying to make a clear point. “I go and get it.”

Your hands were shaking, not understanding the gravity of the situation. Was he following you? How did he know your exact location? It all should seriously concern you, but you couldn't deny it… you were enjoying it.

“Well, and what exactly did you come to get?” Your voice was soft, almost quiet as you measured your words in the best way possible, just so your little game could continue.

Lex smirked but only for a second, his overall demeanor was severe and imposing, getting to your nerves and making your palms sweat.

“Don’t play stupid with me, it won’t work.” He finally gave you some space, stretching his back and crossing his arms again. “You know I want you.”

His straightforwardness was alarming to you, and it managed to leave you speechless for a few moments. Lex only stared at you, examining your features.

"And I'm sorry to say I'm unavailable." You took another sip of your coffee, but this time, Luthor noticed your shaking hands and smirked once again.

"You don't have a partner, I checked." His cocky nature disgusted you, but his determination to get you did something to your brain chemistry... it made you want him more. "Maybe lying to me isn't the best idea, girl."

"I never said I had someone, I meant to say I'm unavailable to you." Having the guts to defy one of the most powerful men in the world was not something you thought you had, but there you were, rejecting Lex Luthor himself. "I'm not interested in turning into one of your mistresses."

Your response only made the man silently laugh, teeth showing menacingly and eyes burning in a way that said 'you better not defy me like that'.

"B-Besides..." You stuttered through your speech, and he seemed to be amused at that. "I'm not like those skinny supermodels you usually date."

"I get tired of them easily." He harshly retorted, eyes never leaving yours. "They're too desperate, you seem more... unbothered."

"What exactly do you want from me, Mr. Luthor?" You kept your manners just out of stubbornness, not wanting to give in to informality.

Lex leaned in once more, face inching close to yours, and hands grabbing the coffee you were holding. "I want your body." He continued calmly, like what he was saying was the most normal thing ever. "I want to have you by my side as my pretty toy... is that clear enough for you?"

His honesty made you blush profoundly, and you didn't manage to respond immediately. To be his personal toy... sounded good in your mind, surprisingly. But your ego couldn't just say yes, and your morals couldn't give in to a man so... evil.

"I-I'll think about it." You spat out while standing up and practically running out of the cafe, leaving Luthor and his proposal behind.

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The following week had been a nightmare. Lex constantly called and texted you even as you tried to ignore him, sent letters to your house and now... now he was at your work again.

He sat at the same VIP lounge as before, legs spread open and arms crossed while clearly observing you. You couldn't run this time, you had to confront him.

"What are you doing here, Luthor?" You quietly spoke, just enough so he could hear you above the loud music.

"What happened to 'Mr.'?" He said sarcastically, but clearly annoyed at the situation. "You left me no choice but to visit you in this dire place."

You quickly left only to bring him his whiskey, which he promptly drank. You didn't know if you felt scared or flattered by the whole situation, but now you were certain of one thing: he wouldn't give up on you.

"Come home with me." Lex finally said, daring to raise a hand to your thigh, caressing your skin under the hem of your skirt and making you shiver. "You've been avoiding me for a week now. I want you to answer the question I asked you in the cafe."

There was something urgent in his voice, something that made your heart beat fast and thoughts go messy. Maybe if you gave in a little...

"Fine, I'll go with you." You sighed, but just like him, you couldn't just throw in the towel so easily. "But don't expect anything from me, we're just gonna talk."

Luthor gave you a look of content so arrogant it made you roll your eyes, but you knew it was only the beginning of another part of the game... the interesting part.

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Arriving at his penthouse, you silently admired the modern decoration and technology of the place as you imagined... what if it was all yours too?

Lex offered you wine, you accepted and he took a glass as well. You were both standing in his living room, watching the view from the giant windows.

"What would you like to talk about?" He said, referring to what you told him in the club.

"Hm, I'd like to talk about some conditions I have... you know, for our arrangement."

Lex raised an eyebrow at you, surprised at how you thought you could have any control over the situation... and captivated by your boldness.

"Go on." He demanded, taking a sip of his wine.

"Uh..." Honestly, you hadn't put much thought into your demands, but you suddenly had a brilliant idea. "I'll be your sidepiece, sure... but you don't get to touch me unless I say so."

Luthor almost spat his wine out at that, staring at your face for confirmation. "Ha, and what makes you think you can decide that? You don't have control here, (y/n)."

"Hm..." You inched closer to whisper in his ear. "Then you don't get to touch me, sir." You teased, handing him your glass and leaving in the direction of the elevators.

"Wait." Lex caved in, not able to let you go once again. "If I say yes to this arrangement, you will be mine."

You turned around slowly, making your way to him step by step until you were close enough to touch his lapels, smoothing your hands over the fabric and grabbing at his tie. "I'm already yours, Mr. Luthor... so don't fuck this up, hm?"

His jaw was tense as he gritted his teeth in a mixture of anger and satisfaction. Who did you think you were to defy him like that? Lex hated to be defied, but you did something to him that he could only describe as black magic... enthralling him into a frenzy of obsession and need. He wouldn't fuck this up, he had to have you one way or another.

"I won't." He freed himself from your grip with a forced smile and took the glasses of wine away, taking a moment to breathe and ground himself. You were already his, the game was already won, he only had to be patient.

When he came back, your coat was on the sofa and your work outfit was on full display. He could see it better now with the lights on, you were wearing a short, dark skirt and a red top that flattered your cleavage, hair tied back again, and light makeup to tie everything up.

Luthor could feel his pants tightening at the sight, not able to take his eyes away from your body. The things he would do to you...

"Y'know, if you had flirted with me in a more... normal way, I might have let you take me to bed already." You grew close once more, this time touching his cheek and caressing his scalp. "You're not the only one with an ego, sir."

He clenched his fists at that, trying to control the urge to take you right then and there. His desire was to grab you by the hair and lower you to the ground, making you kneel and gag on his cock. Patience... he had to be patient.

"You think you're pretty clever, huh?" Luthor lowered his voice, deep and severe, making your breath hitch for a second. "I know the game you're playing, and you're going to lose."

"Let's see about that." You blinked your eyes with fake innocence before giving him a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth, feeling it twitch on your lips.

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Two weeks had gone by and Lex hadn't touched you yet, for your demise. By now, you thought he would be pleading for you, but apparently, you judged him wrong.

You were met with his usual coldness everytime you tried to tease him, but behind the stoic demeanor and unbeknownst to you, he was falling apart.

The thing was, he didn't want any other girl. They were too easy, and he knew he could have them at any moment. But you... you were playing with him, you wanted to be conquered and not used. You didn't even ask for his money, just his attention.

But Lex wasn't going to give you such attention. His plan was to make you come begging to him, but both were too stubborn to realise neither of you would do such a thing.

You were both at your edge when it finally happened. You were at his penthouse, practically living there by now, when you heard him arrive after work.

Luthor was... angry, to say the least. He threw a vase at the wall, shattering the glass and making a mess on the ground. "Fucking hell!" He yelled, hands resting on the back of his neck.

"Lex, what's wrong?" You tried to get close, but he avoided you.

"He did it again." He. The word 'Superman' wasn't allowed to be spoken, but you knew it was about him. "No matter what I do, everyone loves that stupid alien."

You felt for him then, a bit of pity growing inside you as days went by and you observed him and his obsession with the hero. Luthor was powerful, but he was only a man in the end.

"Shh, it's ok. I'm here." You managed to draw closer to him, smoothing your hand on his back, making soothing circles.

Lex breathed in and out, shaking in anger but slowly calming down. He turned around, facing you and finally looking into your eyes.

"I really want to hurt you right now." He said through gritted teeth, you could see he was still seething with hate, and he needed to take it out on someone.

You should be scared, but seeing him that angry imposed something in you... he seemed so mighty, so strong. It turned you on.

For the first time, you felt like losing the game. Just giving in to him completely, giving up on your ego... only for now, you know?

Inching forward, you closed the distance between you and kissed him on the mouth. As soon as you made contact, he grabbed your hair and engulfed you in a deep, raw kiss. It was messy, full of teeth, and you adored it. Tongues moved together in a dance you could only describe as desperate, finally together in excitement.

He abandoned your mouth to bite on your neck, leaving bruises on your skin and making you moan in pain and pleasure.

"Say it." He growled in your ear. "Tell me to touch you."

"Do whatever you wanna do to me, sir." Lex turned to look at you again, blue eyes turning dark with crazed desire. "I want you to hurt me."

It was then that he snapped, grabbing you and taking you to the nearest table. He shoved you face down on the surface, one hand tangled in your hair while the other lifted the hem of the loose dress you were wearing.

"You made me wait way too long, girl." Said the billionaire behind you, yanking your soaked panties down and forcing you onto the table. "Don't worry, I'll make you my slut in no time."

You gasped at his words, hearing him unbutton his pants quickly with his free hand. The pressure he made on the side of your head hurt, but only made your cunt ache more in anticipation.

"Ha, look how wet you are..." Lex mocked, positioning his tip at your entrance. "Fucking whore."

He slammed into you in one swift motion, taking the air from your lungs. His big cock pounded into you mercilessly, hard enough to hurt, but only the right amount.

"Ah, Lex! Fuck!" You moaned loudly, hips rocking back and forth to meet his thrusts that made the whole table swing. "F-Feels so good!"

His closed fist never left your hair, pressing your head down while the other hand roamed your body. It grabbed at your breasts, then stomach, then hips... but when it found your thigh, it grabbed so hard it made you see stars. You could only moan from the delicious pain.

"Oh, you like when I hurt you, hm?" He continued to fuck you while he hit you hard on the side of your thigh, the loud 'slap' sound combined with the sex noises... it all drove you crazy. "Stupid girl."

You could only focus on the sounds your bodies made, along with his grunts. But then you felt his breathing behind your neck, meaning he had lowered himself closer to you.

"You're mine... say it." Lex's voice was deep and desperate, letting a bit of his vulnerability slip through his mouth.

"I-I'm yours, Lex... all yours." You sang through ragged breath, scalp burning from his constant dominating grip.

"Fuck..." He said under his breath, picking up an impossible pace. His hips slapped your behind with such force that it made your whole body rock forward, harder into the desk.

"Ooh my God! Ah!" You couldn't stop moaning, your breath hitching with every thrust. You felt completely dumb with the feeling of his dick inside you, hitting the perfect spot every time.

And oh, you were perfect to him. Tight and warm and dripping wet, molding yourself around him. His cock used to twitch at just the thought of touching you, and now... now you were his.

"Aagh..." Lex grunted in your ear before biting your neck once more, this time with such force you were certain it had drawn blood.

You cried out loud as he buried himself deep inside you one last time, cumming in you while twitching.

You stayed there at the table for a few moments, Lex had released your hair from his grip, but was still leaning on your back while connected to you. Both of you were deeply breathing, trying to regain composure.

"Lex..." You whispered, too weak to say anything else.

"I know." Was all he said as he pulled out from you, watching his cum drip from your abused cunt. He gave one last squeeze to your ass before leaving for the main bathroom, all you could hear was the shower running.

Of course you weren't surprised, but even before you could feel disappointed, you heard his voice from behind you. "You coming or not?"

And then, you smiled to yourself. Lex Luthor may not have a heart, but oh, he knew how to play you just right.

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You thought it couldn’t get worse than this. Already in a dire situation, you found yourself in love with the man you were sleeping with. It would be quite normal and understandable if it weren’t for the fact that the man in question was Lex Luthor, the powerful billionaire known to have sociopathic tendencies.

The thing was, he made you feel wanted and seen, and you admired his strength and intelligence and looks… so it was difficult to run from your feelings. But from his attitude towards you, it seemed like he hated your guts.

He liked to humiliate you, made it clear from the start he only wanted you for sex and nothing more. But still, it disappointed you every time he proved his point.

"What are you waiting for? Get your things and go." Lex said in annoyance after a hook-up. You were in his bedroom, naked and needy, and all you wanted was a bit of his affection.

"I thought... maybe I could stay a little longer?" You quietly suggested, taking a slow deep breath to brace yourself before the impact.

"You thought wrong." He simply spat out, getting up from the bed and putting his robe on. "You know I don't need you, right?"

From all his previous rants, this one hit the hardest. To hear him say those words, clear as day, made tears start forming in your eyes... your heart was breaking.

"But... Lex-" You stuttered, but he interrupted you before you could argue.

"If this arrangement isn't satisfying you, I might as well replace you with another bitch." Luthor said as he watched tears fall down your cheeks. "You knew from the start what this was going to be, (y/n)... now, get it together and go."

You got dressed and stormed out of his room in complete misery, sobbing on your way out. He had never been so mean, and you wondered why the hell you ever let him get into your life.

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Luthor called you after a few days, but you didn't answer. You were busy bawling your eyes out, heartbroken and pathetic while locked inside your room.

A week had gone by, and he was still calling and sending texts you didn't read. On the 8th day, you decided to go out to drink.

Wearing your best-looking tight dress and makeup, you went to the nearest bar and decided to kiss someone there. Your mission turned out to be easier than you had imagined.

You were there for a good half an hour talking to this guy. He was tall and pretty handsome, but was a bit too touchy for your liking. He grabbed at your waist and kept talking close to your ear, calling you 'baby' and complimenting your looks.

You couldn't deny you liked the attention, but you also couldn't help but to imagine Luthor calling you pet names like that... praising you and caressing your body.

You kissed the guy in front of you while imagining the other in his place. He wasn't as good as Lex, but it had to do for now.

You couldn't register what exactly had happened, but the man you were kissing was now on the ground, and you were being taken by the arm to the exit.

As if you had manifested Luthor himself, he materialized in the bar and threw the other man away from you. And now, he was taking you home with him.

"Let me go, Lex!" You tried to free yourself from him, but to no avail. His grip was strong, and he seemed furious.

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You were silent all the way to his penthouse, but arriving there, you let go of all your frustrations.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" You pushed him multiple times, causing him to retreat while you screamed. "You don't get to own me, Lex! You don't get to say who I should kiss or not!"

"Yes, I do!" He suddenly screamed back, but you followed your gut reaction and slapped him across his face. He only stared at you, furious eyes piercing through you.

"Don't you understand, (y/n)?" His tone was much milder now, like he wanted to take control of the situation. "You are mine."

"I thought you didn't need me." You spat out. "I thought I was just another bitch you used to fuck."

"You were." He said, and then he suddenly closed his eyes in frustration. He seemed pensive, wondering if he should say his nexts words or not. "But then you turned into... something else."

Your eyes widened at his words, not able to fully comprehend.

"I... I don't understand..." You whispered, watching his expressions as he opened his eyes again, fully focused on you.

"I miss your touch." Lex said, biting his lower lip. "I miss the way you looked at me, the way you... your affection, your care..."

You couldn't believe your ears, it was too good to be true. You looked at him in awe, heart beating fast inside your chest.

"You're good for me..." He said after a sigh, at last confessing his feelings to you and himself. "And I know I hurt you, but I'm willing to change if it means you'll stay."

You blinked once, then twice, and after a few moments you were certain... you were always his. You started crying again, but this time from relief and happiness. If he was willing to change, you were willing to give him a second chance.

To add to your shocked state, Luthor hugged you. Just a plain old hug, a little stiff but still, you couldn't complain. You rested your head on his shoulder, caressing his head while giving small kisses to the side of his neck.

"I love you, Lex." You said, and you could feel him pausing his breath. "I know you won't say it back, but I just wanted you to know."

You embraced each other for minutes, enjoying the warmth you both secretly craved. After long moments, he finally spoke.

"I'll say it back one day, I promise." And you swore you could hear his voice tremble.

"I know."

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When you arrived in Erid, Ryland Grace didn't know whether to thank the heavens or pretend to be dead so he wouldn't have to deal with it all. He hadn't seen a human in so long, so he was thrilled but obviously wary.

You and your colleague Dan were sent on a mission to gather information about the planet and its inhabitants, but also to bring Grace back. That idea did not please the middle school teacher at all.

Grace thanked you profoundly, but ultimately decided to decline your offer. He had found a home in Erid, and all eridians had already welcomed him on their planet.

"What do you mean?" Dan said with a look of complete confusion on his face. "You don't want to go back? To your home planet? We came all the way here to bring you back!" Confusion turned into indignation as you suddenly found yourself in between the two, putting a hand on Grace's shoulder.

"Dan, it's alright... that's not our only objective here, remember? Grace can stay, if he so chooses." You looked at Ryland, offering a smile that he shyly offered back. "It's ok."

"What do you mean it's ok?!" Dan continued, now fully screaming at you. That was the queue Grace needed to scoot away, leaving you to deal with the angered pilot.

The touch on his shoulder, the smile you gave him... that was enough to make him like you, thinking about your calmness and how understanding you were to him.

At that point, Ryland concluded that You = Good and Dan = Bad, so he gave up on trying to befriend the other astronaut and focused on you instead. He found himself craving your attention more and more, and that scared his timid heart.

"Hm, so... you're a scientist?" Grace asked while you were collecting samples from the beach the eridians made for him.

"Yes! I'm a biologist, just like you, Dr. Grace."

Dr. Grace. That made him blush for some reason. It had been way too long since someone gave him any type of recognition, and you were just so... nice to him.

Ryland showed you all of the environment Rocky and his family had built, explaining to you about the atmosphere and how they managed to mimic Earth's fresh air. You found all that very fascinating, but had to admit Grace's presence was, to say the least, very endearing. You were captivated by him.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

A couple of months had passed since your arrival, and your friendship with Grace had only grown with time. You, Grace, Rocky, and Adrian hung out so much that it turned into a routine!

The thing was, you and Ryland understood each other without even saying anything, just your expressions were enough to communicate that something funny (Rocky telling a joke) or annoying (Dan saying something stupid) was happening.

It was a breath of fresh air to finally be understood, to finally be seen.

In the meantime, Dan got himself occupied with your ship, calculating the trip back and making adjustments on the panels... things you didn't quite understand.

One day, the three of you had to reunite. Dan was grumpy as usual, but Rocky was there next to Grace to cheer things up.

"And that's how Grace Rocky saved stars!" Rocky concluded the story, retelling all of their journey.

You looked at Grace in absolute awe, to discover that he was already deciphering your expressions. You smiled.

"That is amazing, Rocky! Whoa, you both are so brave... you are heroes." You claimed, noticing Ryland looking down at his fidgeting hands.

"Rocky gave me hope... a reason, y'know?" Grace seemed nervous when he looked at you again, and as you were about to reassure him, you were cut off by your colleague.

"So humanity wasn't a reason enough?" Dan had a sarcastic tone that irritated you profoundly. Before Grace could speak, you had already formed a sentence.

"Not if he was surrounded by pricks like you." You got up and left, suddenly triggered by your coworker's insensitivity.

"Bad. Bad. Statement." Rocky said to Grace as they both watched Dan roll his eyes and leave in the opposite direction you did. "Grace fix. Question?"

"Yeah, I'll try, buddy." The teacher stood up, taking a deep breath before going after you.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

You were at the beach next to Grace's house, sitting on the sand as you watched the waves crash by. You seemed like you've been crying.

"May I?" He calmly said.

You nodded before Grace finally sat next to you.

"What happened? I mean, I appreciate you defending me, but you seemed really upset." He continued, adjusting his glasses.

"It's just..." You contemplated telling some ridiculous lie, but ended up telling him the truth. "I didn't have a reason either. Don't have a family, a loved one, friends, nothing. It's just me. And sometimes it gets lonely, but we have to do what we need to do, even if it makes us scared."

You paused to look at him, his pretty blue eyes shining bright through the lenses, blond hair messy with the fabricated wind. He never looked so beautiful.

"Then why did you come here? Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate that you did, but it had to be a big sacrifice for you... You lost what, 10 years of your life on Earth?"

"Yeah... I mean, Stratt said I was best suited for the mission. Dan disagreed, but I was chosen anyway."

"Wait. Stratt? Like, Eva Stratt?" Grace said in disbelief.

"Yes! She's a little older now, but her leadership is still admirable. She also said..." You paused, finding the best words to say. "She said I reminded her of you. She told me to take good care of you."

A smile formed on Ryland's face before tears started shedding from his eyelids. He quickly wiped them up, sniffing a bit as he did. "T-Thank you, (y/n). I really—"

"Grace! (y/n)!" Rocky came running in your direction, seeming agitated. "Dan left with rocket! Statement!"

You and Grace looked at each other in horror, getting up immediately and running towards the base Adrian had made for your research. Upon arriving there, you found the place completely empty.

"He... he took all of my stuff." You whispered in disbelief. "That son of a bitch!"

"Wait, did he actually leave you here?" Ryland said, holding both of your arms to steady you.

"Y-Yes... I'm, I'm so sorry, Grace..." You mumbled, eyes filling up with tears.

"Wait, no. No, don't be sorry, (y/n), it's ok." He pulled you into a hug, whispering affirmations into your ear. "It's going to be ok, hm?"

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

After you calmed down, Grace took you into his house and made you some tea, sitting right next to you.

"I still got the original Hail Mary ship in orbit, it's fueled and everything..." He said to you, and something in his eyes seemed a bit sad. "If you'd like to go home, which I would understand, you can... just so you know."

You contemplated the idea, but at last decided to express something you wanted to say since you met Grace. "If it isn't an inconvenience for you, I would like to stay here."

His eyes brightened with joy, and he couldn't help but laugh at your statement. "Inconvenience?! You?! (y/n), you're the best thing that could've happened to me."

And then you both laughed, the skin of your fingers touched each other's as sizzling energy rushed to the contact. You felt like teenagers again, nervous at the connection.

"You're also the best thing that could've happened to me, Dr. Grace." Your brave heart decided to turn the modest contact into a full hand-holding situation, and for your delight, he reciprocated.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Rocky and Adrian had expanded the house so you could live with Grace, everything was going great, but you still had nightmares.

You woke up with a mixture of a scream and an inhale, trying to breathe as you recovered from the bad dream. Three knocks were heard from your door shortly after, it was Grace.

"(y/n)? Are you alright?" Ryland was wearing his pj's, barefoot, and no glasses.

"Y-Yes, I'm fine. Just a nightmare." You said sitting up in bed, trying to catch a glimpse of his expression in the dark. "Sorry I woke you up."

"No, no... that's fine. Wanna talk about it?" Grace sat by your side, tucking his feet in the covers.

"Hm..." You were a little embarrassed, but trusted him enough to tell him about what was bothering you. "Since I was drafted to my mission, I keep having this dream. I go to space, and I end up outside the ship in my suit, all alone. There's no one there to save me, no one there to help me get inside the ship again. I'm stranded, helpless, and lonely..."

Grace listened to you carefully, holding your hand while you poured your heart out.

"That's the way I felt before I met you. Now, I don't feel so alone, but... I still get these nightmares for some reason." You squeezed his palm as you smiled half-heartedly, hoping he would understand.

A few moments passed in comfortable silence before Grace spoke timidly. "Maybe if we slept next to each other, y'know... in the same bed?" It was too dark to analyze your expression, so he quickly proposed another solution. "Or I could watch you sleep, as eridians do! Wait, that's a bit creepy, isn't it?"

You laughed, leaning in to give him a little kiss on the cheek. "It's not creepy, but I still prefer sleeping by your side."

If you had night vision, you would be able to see him blushing profoundly. "Ok, ok, I'm happy with that conclusion! Scoot over."

And so you did, lying on your bed facing Ryland as he made himself comfy. The tips of your noses were almost touching, and you could feel each other's breath as he found your hand under the covers.

"Good night, (y/n). I'm... I'm glad I have you here with me..."

You could tell he was already half asleep, but it didn't matter.

"Good night, Grace. I'm happy I have you as well. You're... very special."

Drawing circles with your thumb on the skin of his hand, you slowly drifted to sleep. But before you closed your eyes, you could faintly tell the outline of a very big smile on Ryland's face.

—

Oh, to be shy and date Wade Wilson… he would have the ability to always make you fluster, yapping about how cute you were when you blushed and how lovely your sweet voice sounded in his ears. After all, he’s a tease… and he wouldn’t lose an opportunity to let you know that.

Logan, on the other hand, was a bit more contained. He respected your coy personality, holding your hand whenever you needed him to be there for you... he understood you a bit better in that sense, being more on the introverted spectrum himself.

But don't get me wrong, they would both help you out when needed, ordering for you at restaurants or making calls on the phone... they always ensured you were comfortable, and that made your heart swell.

The two of them would sometimes have arguments because of Wade's teasing, even though you didn't mind it all that much. "Quit it, pal. Can't you see you're making them blush?" Logan would say, followed by a very defensive Wade. "But that's exactly the reaction I wanted! Don't pretend you don't like to see them like that too, munchkin."

He did, in fact, like to see you blush as well. Because while Wade teased you in public, Logan would reserve his naughtiness for when you were alone... saying dirty words in your ear until you were burning scarlet. He would feel extremely proud of himself, then.

They both found you adorable, in reality. If they could, they would keep you in a small jar tucked away from the world... but of course, the only thing they could do was protect and care for you in the way that they could.

It never ceased to amaze you how sweet they could be, they were strong men who could easily hurt you if they wanted to... but they never would. When it came to you, they were absolute sweethearts.

When you three had some private moments, they would kiss and caress your body gently, listening to your sweet flustered sounds. It would take some time to get used to them both so close to you like that, but once you got comfortable with them... everything would feel smooth and easy.

—

After you washed your face in the cold water of the bathroom sink, Logan called you to join them again... but this time in his bedroom.

"You did such a good job, sugar... think you deserve a reward, hm?" He said while Wade smirked beside him. “Lay on the bed for us.”

You obeyed immediately, fantasizing about what they would do. The predatory way they looked down at you, the way Wade licked his lips and Logan showed his teeth… it only turned you on even more.

Logan pulled you by the thighs so your legs were at the edge of the bed, and then carefully took your shorts and underwear off. His rough hands smoothed the skin of your hips, thighs, calves… he took his time to savor the moment, breathing heavily through his nose.

“Open your legs for me, bunny.” He demanded. You shyly complied, opening your thighs slowly and exposing your dripping sex. You could see a big sly smile forming on Logan’s face, while Wade just kept talking. “Hell yeah… look at you.”

You blushed heavily as both men kneeled in front of your open legs. Wade caressed your inner thigh as Logan kissed dangerously close to your most sensitive spot. He looked at Wade and cockily spoke. “Watch and learn, pal.”

Before Wade could respond, Logan buried his face in your cunt, licking and kissing and sucking all the right places. You moaned loudly, whining at every move of his lips and tongue.

He groaned from pleasure and the vibrations only served to stimulate you even further. The grip he had on your legs almost hurt but in a good way, sending electricity through your body.

“Not that I don’t like to watch, peanut, but… kinda wish I-“ Logan once again cut Wade off by grabbing his hand and bringing his fingers into your entrance. “You know what to do.” Logan said between kisses.

“Ohh…” Wade realized as he slowly put his two digits inside you, curling them at the end.

You bucked your hips and squirmed at the sensation. Logan’s lips sucked on your clit as Wade fingered you… it felt heavenly.

“Oh wow, look at that… you like his mouth on your pussy, hm? Like my fingers inside you?” Wade would taunt, continuing to speak obscenities as you struggled to keep quiet. “Your cunt will feel so good around our cocks, gorgeous. Can’t wait to see you bouncing on each one of us.”

“W-Wade! Hm, Logan! Ah…” You felt heat building up in your body until it finally exploded, your climax coming to its peak as you came with their names in your mouth. You trembled a little, breathing erratically and holding the sheets with closed fists.

Logan licked the mess you made, savoring your taste while Wade pulled his digits from you and also tasted them, making a “Hmm” sound as he did so.

They got up from their knees and looked at each other, Logan breaking the silence. "At least all that banter served a purpose in the end, huh."

"Hey! Someone had to do the dirty talk, ok? Also, your whole chin is covered in juices right now, just so you know." Wade responded.

"Why don't you just kiss already?" You suggested playfully, breaking a bit of the tension.

"We have! Indirectly, of course... just a few moments ago you were kissing us both so it means we already traded fluids by now."

Logan, on the other hand, didn't lose the opportunity to act. He grabbed Wade by the T-shirt he wore and connected their mouths with a gentleness almost unknown to him. Wade kept his eyes momentarily open because of the shock, but soon melted into the kiss as their tongues finally met.

They could taste each other and you all together at the same time, and Wade hummed in approval as Logan pulled him closer, closer...

You were giggling like an idiot, hand covering your mouth in surprise... that was the hottest thing you could've imagined.

When the kiss finally ended, Logan pulled back but only enough so he could speak into Wade's lips. "Is this direct enough for you?"

"Y-Yeah... I mean..." Wade stuttered, and if it wasn't for the scarred skin, you would definitely see he was actually blushing. "Maybe you could show me again? See if we can get even more direct, y'know?"

Logan scoffed and pushed him lightly on the chest, distancing from him. "Maybe another time, bub."

"Oh, come here, boys..." You called sweetly, and they slowly made their way by your sides on the bed. They got comfortable, and so did you... curling yourself with your back facing Logan, you kissed them goodnight before drifting away. Wade held your hands as Logan spooned you firmly, and it was then you knew... your life would definitely take a turn alongside the fantastic duo.

—

You should know by now that they liked you... right? But it was hard when they were so fricking cryptid about it! All they did was look at you longingly and compliment you and flirt with you! How were you supposed to know?

Jokes aside, you genuinely thought they acted like that around everyone... especially Wade, the guy was a flirt and couldn't be taken seriously.

As for Logan, you thought he was just being polite. Calling you pet names wasn't necessarily a way to flirt, after all.

Besides, they were already in a relationship with each other! That's what everyone imagined, at least.... so you weren't expecting them to open up a space for you in their lives.

But then you started receiving notes in the mail, written in red ink and saying things like: YOU'RE AMAZING / GIVE US A CHANCE / YOU'RE SO PRETTY IT'S HURTING MY FEELINGS / (Y/N) WE REALLY LIKE YOU.

You were a little scared at first, but soon would discover it was actually Wade sending you those! You figured it out one day when you caught him slipping one card into your mailbox, Logan was beside him and tried justifying the act. "It was his idea."

You smiled sweetly at them as they awkwardly made their way to you, Wade opening his mouth to mutter some words. "I just wanted to make sure you knew..."

"Knew what?" You asked in disbelief, still not sure of what he meant.

They looked at each other, confused at your confusion. "That we like you, (y/n)... I thought it was obvious!" Said Wade.

"But I already knew that! I like you too, boys." You would try to respond, but Logan carefully grabbed your hand and brought it towards his chest.

"I don't think you understand, beautiful... we really like you. We... want you." He said looking into your eyes as Wade shook his head, confirming.

"Ooh..." Realization hit you like a brick, they DID actually want you! Crazy right? How all those hints flew over your head... now everything made sense! "Oh, boys... you have no idea how happy that makes me! I-I didn't realize, I thought-"

"It's alright, love." Logan squeezed your hand gently, looking over at Wade and complaining. "See? All we had to do was tell them directly like normal people."

"Oh, peanut... you know better than anyone that we're not normal!" Wade whispered, turning at you and grabbing your other hand. You smiled at them and as they smiled back, Wade continued. "But I have a feeling that they don't mind..."