So this is a bit different, and mods, you can also feel free to remove if you wish - but I took the actual dialogue/text provided with the scenes of stripping and sex (someone on here shared an archive featuring it all) and then asked ChatGPT to rewrite it to make it more fanfic-worthy.
It is a work in progress, and a lot of words, but I do like what came out.
Cheshire's grin widened as she stepped back, her sharp emerald eyes locked on Luthor's face like a predator assessing her prey. The sway of her hips was deliberate, each motion a tease, a promise, a taunt. She reached for the first belt clasping her tattered kimono and let it fall with a casual flick, the buckle clinking softly as it landed on the bed. Another belt followed, then another, until her silhouette began to take on a raw vulnerability—something about the way she peeled herself away from those bindings felt intimate, like shedding armor.
Her hands moved with a languid grace, slowly peeling the weathered kimono down her shoulders, exposing slivers of tawny brown skin. The fabric slid, a whisper of movement, until it pooled around her elbows. The reveal was tantalizingly slow, deliberate in its sensuality. Beneath, her tight black bodysuit hugged every curve, every dip of her form. The suit ended scandalously at her stomach, leaving her hips bare. Her pubic hair, dark and untamed, framed her center, drawing Luthor's gaze without hesitation.
"Enjoying the view, Lex?" Her voice was like silk, sultry and confident, punctuated by the wicked curve of her lips. She knew exactly what kind of power she held in that moment, how every movement of her body was amplified by the intensity of his unblinking stare.
Luthor chuckled, his baritone smooth but roughened by arousal. "More than you can imagine."
Her thigh-high stockings clung to her legs, accentuating the definition of her muscular thighs as she turned slightly, giving him a better view. One hand clutched the edges of the kimono still clinging to her, prolonging the moment, her pose a masterpiece of calculated seduction. And then, with an effortless drop of her hands, the kimono slid off, exposing her completely.
Cheshire’s hands roamed over her waist, fingers tracing the lines of her tight, sculpted stomach before they hooked under the hem of her bodysuit. The stretch of the fabric as she pulled it upward teased the flesh beneath. Her breasts, full and heavy, burst free from the suit’s confines, their movement a luscious bounce that drew Luthor's gaze like a magnet. Her nipples, a deep, dusky brown, stood erect, seemingly inviting attention.
She tugged the bodysuit up further, using her teeth to hold the hem at one point, giving her hands freedom to slowly strip it over her head. Her body shimmered faintly under the low light, a sheen of sweat catching on her collarbones, her toned arms, her rounded thighs. Fully naked now, Cheshire struck a pose that was both primal and poised, hips tilted, legs slightly apart, her head cocked with an expression that was pure, smug dominance.
"Have you just been sitting there, devouring me with your eyes this whole time?" Her voice dripped with mock innocence as she sauntered toward the bed, her dark hair cascading down her back, her movements feline. The bed dipped under her weight as she climbed onto it, one knee at a time, her body stretched like a panther closing in on its prey.
Luthor leaned back, spreading his legs slightly, inviting her closer. His grin widened as she reached for his belt, her fingers deft and practiced, undoing it with ease. She moved with confidence, peeling his pants open and freeing his cock, which sprang to life with eagerness, thick and pulsing.
Cheshire’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she straddled him, her thighs pressing against his hips. She hovered for a moment, her dark, glistening pussy mere inches from the head of his cock, teasing him with the unbearable closeness. Her hand reached down, guiding him to her slick entrance, her lips parting with ease to accommodate him.
As she sank down, inch by agonizing inch, her moan was low and throaty, her head tilting back as her body adjusted to the girth. Luthor gripped her hips, his fingers pressing into her flesh as he groaned, the heat of her wrapping around him driving him wild.
Cheshire didn’t rush; she rolled her hips slowly, testing him, teasing him, her nails dragging over his chest as her breasts bounced with the rhythm. "You feel so good," she purred, her voice breathless but still edged with that signature control.
Luthor’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her ass. His grip tightened as he thrust upward, meeting her movements with a force that made her gasp. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Is this what you had in mind, Lex? Or should I make you beg for more?"
Cheshire's once-dominant rhythm faltered, her legs trembling as she tried to maintain control. The slick sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, each thrust sending a shudder through her. Luthor was relentless now, his hands gripping her ass as he drove into her with powerful, unyielding thrusts. Her moans, which had started as teasing and calculated, had devolved into raw, breathless cries, her nails scraping across his chest as she clung to him.
Her hair was a wild mess, plastered to her flushed face, strands sticking to her damp skin. Her full breasts bounced with every forceful motion, the dark peaks of her nipples brushing against Luthor's chest as she leaned into him. Her body glistened under the dim light, her skin flushed and glowing, her muscles taut from the strain of riding him to the brink of oblivion.
She gasped his name in broken syllables, her voice cracking as her body betrayed her composure. "Lex... oh, fuck... Lex!" Her hips bucked wildly now, desperate, chasing the crescendo building within her. Her pussy clenched around his cock with feral intensity, her inner walls fluttering as she tumbled over the edge.
The climax hit her like a tidal wave, her entire body shuddering violently as she threw her head back, a guttural cry ripping from her throat. Her pussy spasmed around him, milking him, her juices soaking his cock and dripping down his thighs. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin as her orgasm overtook her completely.
Luthor, sensing her breaking point, thrust deep into her one final time, holding her hips in place as he came. His cock throbbed inside her, thick jets of cum filling her up, his own growl of release mixing with her cries. Her body jerked as she felt the heat of him spill into her, the sensation prolonging her own climax as her muscles squeezed him greedily.
She collapsed against him, her chest rising and falling in erratic breaths as she struggled to recover. Her head rested on his shoulder, her dark hair cascading down his chest, damp with sweat. Her body was completely spent, her limbs heavy and trembling, every ounce of energy drained from her.
Luthor ran a hand up her back, his touch surprisingly tender in the aftermath. "Completely worn out, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice smug but soft, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her slick skin.
Cheshire could barely respond. Her lips parted, but no sound came out save for a weak, satisfied hum. Her body melted into his, boneless, surrendering to the exhaustion that came with being utterly ravished.
Finally, she managed a small, breathless laugh, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispered, "You win this round, Lex... but don't get too comfortable." She slid her hands over his chest weakly, though there was no mistaking the lingering defiance in her voice.
But for now, she stayed where she was, too drained to do anything but rest against him, their bodies tangled in the heat of shared satisfaction.
