#rex splode x reader smut

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Ruined & Relentless

Drabble Rex Splode x Male!reader

SMUT - you been warned

Rex was already a mess, but you didn’t stop.

The evidence of your release spilled over his ass, smeared between his thighs, but that only made it filthier—the wet, squishy sounds between you growing louder, more obscene with every thrust.

"Hah—f-fuck—" Rex slurred, face down, ass up, his legs trembling as you kept going. His body was overstimulated, but the way you were still grinding deep into him had his mind melting into nothing.

He should’ve known you wouldn’t stop just because you came. You never do.

"Still taking me so good, baby," you groaned, gripping his waist tighter, feeling how his body tensed and shivered under your hold. "You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked even after I’ve already made a mess of you?"

Rex couldn’t even respond—his voice broken, breathy gasps spilling from his lips as his body twitched beneath you. He was barely holding himself up at this point, his arms weak, his thighs shaking, but you still weren’t done with him.

And the worst part?

He didn’t want you to stop.

notes - i need ex(s)plode in rex right now..

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"She's his emergency contact."

"Mark, you can't just call a stranger. How— how'd you even know his password?"

"It's just 8-0-0-8-5. It's not that complicated."

"What even is that?"

"It's 'boobs'."

The whispers hush down into a silence as you step into the GDA hospital room, your shoes are soft thuds on the tiled floors. The hospital smells sterile. A mixture of Life Buoy soap and hand sanitizer that makes your throat and lungs tingle and you stuff your hands into the pocket of your hoodie.

Brows scrunched into a frown as you stand beside Rex's bedside.

Your expression is the image of solemnity.

Eyes soft, lashes drooping and pouty lips tugged down into a little frown, your fingers clutching and picking at the loose threads in your pocket.

And a voice is quiet.

"I'm... Uh.. I know this isn't the time but what lipgloss is that?"

Rae's voice is quiet, bespectacled eyes focused on you and that stupidly magnificent gloss on your lips.

"It's... Uhm... 'Coochie Juice'." You internally cringe. "And I took a lipliner that's just a bit darker than my lipline."

"And how did you—"

"Overline just the Cupid's bow, and the curve of your bottom lip. Blur it out just a little, but don't fill in the corners. And then put on the lipgloss."

"Okay, thank you so much."

You go back to staring down at Rex. You never thought you'd see him like this.

Eyes fluttered shut, his head wrapped with blood soaked bandages and an IV drip feeding him fluids. His heartbeat is steady, vitals linked up to the screen beside him and you feel your expression crumple, your hands moving to cover your face.

Choked sobs slip from you and you hear the quiet 'we'll leave you two alone', before the others slip out of the hospital room.

And you swallow, inhaling sharply.

And by natural instinct, your gaze drifts towards where the plug of the ventilator remained stuffed into a wall socket and your glossy lips purse. And you reach for the head of the plug, fingers grasping snugly and you contemplate.

Is it worth it?

He's a hero.

He cheated on you with Eve.

He's a person.

He cheated on you with Eve.

This counts as murder.

He cheated on you with Eve.

Is this what you really want?

That last question stumps you and your hand slips from the plug, and you instead, plant yourself in the seat at his bedside, your eyes teary and your lashes becoming wet with each blink.

"I wanna kill you so bad." Your voice is tiny, cracking as you bring your hands up to rest on him, fisting at the hospital blankets and your vision becomes even blearier.

"You fucking asshole." You sob. "I hope you die. I hope you see the fucking light at the end of the tunnel, before you're dragged to Hell. Kratos style."

Your heart's clenching and you're resting your head on his belly, feeling the way each breath he takes makes those washboard abs constrict and flex. And somewhere, shame's lost on you and you're lifting his hospital gown.

Staring at his abs and the way his muscular hips form that delicious V shape and you let out a low, unattractive sob.

"Why didn't you get ugly?"

You think you're convincing yourself when you see the way the corners of his lips quirk weakly, dimples making a faint appearance in his chiselled cheeks and Rex takes a breath.

"Because..... I could never be ugh—" Rex is cut off, a sharp gasp ringing from him when your hands wrap around his neck.

That tinge of sadness leaves you, and the sound of his voice irks you in a way that's downright demonic, and Rex gasps. His vitals are spiking, and your eyes are narrowing.

"Die, you cheating bast— oh, ewwww."

You grimace at the tent beneath the blankets, lips tugged into a disgusted frown as you glare at him, and emerald eyes peer at you from beneath long lashes. Long, brag-worthy eyelashes that flutter and curl perfectly.

And Rex grins. Cocky and so fucking full of himself.

"Good to know it still works."

And he grasps at your hand, calloused fingers brushing over the soft flesh of your palm, tracing the lines before he looks at you. And God, you lose all respect for yourself at the way your heart stutters, breath caught in your lungs and he sighs.

Soft and sweet.

"Baby..." He murmurs softly. "What happened?"

"You got shot, I think. I wasn't really paying attention after they said you're hospitalized. I blew up a balloon and it made it difficult to listen. But..." You swallow. "In your head. Like, the back."

Rex lets a little laugh bubble from his cracked lips, before he glances at you.

"Why're so you mad at me? What... What year is it?"

His voice is soft, and your lungs constrict.

Before you remember who it is.

"Don't bullshit me." You huff, tugging your hand out of his grasp. "I know you don't have amnesia."

"Ah... Shit." Rex grunts before shifting, resting against the cushiony pillows. "Almost had you though, huh?"

The grin is charming, glinting even and he raises one of those perfect brows as he waits for your answer. But all that leaves you, is a low, annoyed groan. Before you push yourself up from your seat.

"I'm gonna go tell your friends you're—"

"Wait." Rex reaches for your arm and if you wanted to delude yourself, you'd say that you could see desperation flickering behind those emerald pools.

"I— uh..." He swallows hard, and your gaze moves towards where the monitor is showcasing his racing heart. "When I'm out, can we talk?"

You really wanna say no. But...

"...no."

Rex stares at you, a dead stare on his face like he wasn't expecting that.

"I'll just come over anyway."

Your glossy lips part for an argument but Rex looks pathetic enough right now. Tubed up, bruised and beaten.

"Fine." You grumble. "You dick."

And he grins. Dimples showcased in chiselled cheeks and his tongue runs across his bottom lip in an attempt to soothe the cracks and dryness.

"Speaking of dick..." His gaze flits towards the tent in the sheets.

"No."

"Please." Rex begs. "My team can't see me like this."

"Most of your team has seen you like this."

There's a dead quiet in the room, because you're right. Most of the team has seen Rex's dick, if not taken a ride on it.

"Please." Rex breathes out. "Help me out. It's been a week."

You drop back into your seat, rolling up your sleeve dramatically and you let out an annoyed huff.

"You're giving me a handjob, not cleaning a horse's dick." Rex grunts.

"Basically the same thing." You grunt, your hand slipping underneath the covers as you scooch your chair closer.

"So... What I'm hearing is—"

"You're hearing wrong."

"—that you think I've got a horse cock."

You let out a low, annoyed groan, your hand tucking itself beneath Rex's hospital gown, and your hand wraps around the thick base of him. Your eyes shut tightly, and you begin to tug.

Not even sexy stroking, just tugging.

"Ow— open your eyes— ow, shit. What are you doing?" Rex shifts uncomfortably, brows scrunching with each pinch of pain and he glares at you. Your eyes are still squeezed tightly shut, brows furrowed and glossy lips pressed into a thin line.

"Pretending you're Marlon Brando in A Streetcar named Desire." You grumble out and Rex huffs, swatting away your hand.

"Well, he'd never want you if that's how you give a handjob." Rex grunts, shifting uncomfortably and he palms himself through the scratchy blankets of the GDA hospital, his lips tugged into a frown.

"He's dead." You remind.

"Yeah," he scoffs, "and it's cause you can't give a decent handjob."

You purse your lips because you don't wanna laugh at one of Rex's jokes. You need to internally remind yourself that you don't think he's funny and that you hate him, as you cross your arms over your chest, giving Rex a lazy glance.

Watching as he, very dramatically, gathers his bearings.

"So, can you get off your high horse, and give me a proper tug job?" Rex scoffs and you suck on your teeth.

"I don't owe you anything, Rex."

Your brows furrow into a frown and you watch the way Rex stares at you, bringing a fisted hand up to his mouth and he coughs. He coughs like a toddler forcing a cough.

"But I'm sick." He whines softly and you let out a peeved groan.

"You're not sick, you've been shot."

You're griping, complaining but you're shifting, spitting into your palm and sliding your hand back beneath the sheets and Rex's brows furrow, body going slack against the piled up pillows and he shifts.

"Fuck, just like that." He breathes out, hands moving to shift at the covers, his head tipping back when he feels the way your manicured and soft fingertips trail over that leaky divot, his cock pulsing in your hand. And Rex groans softly.

"Missed your tiny racoon hands." He murmurs, and you snort, pressing your face into the nearest pillow, as your shoulders shake with laughter.

And God, Rex would be lying if he said hearing the sound of your laughter wasn't something so refreshingly familiar.

The cadence of your snorts, wheezes that manage to slip from glossy lips and he watches as you straighten up again, swallowing away all evidence of giggling and Rex raises a hand. Moving it to cradle the side of your face, thumb brushing along the apple of your cheek.

Your heart begins to pound, the only sound in the room being the ever increasing beeping of his heart monitor, and your eyes flick towards the screen. The beats increase steadily. And you swallow hard.

"Shit, I really wanna kiss you." Rex breathes out. "Can I?"

"No, you're not putting your community lips on me." You scoff, with a snort of laughter and he groans, head tipping back.

"Fuck, why're you so mean?" He rasps out a laugh, his hips bucking into your fist and his eyes squeeze shut.

"Because you cheated." "Ow. Ow. Ow. Loosen the hand, Juggernaut." Rex breathes out, his hand curling around your wrist and his movements stutter when he presses calloused fingers against the warm flesh of your wrist.

Feeling your pulse thrum just beneath his digits, feeling the heat of your skin against his and his dick twitches in your grasp.

Hazy green eyes watch you, heavy lashes fluttering and you take in the bruising on his face. A swollen eye, a cut on his lips, a broken nose. He looks fucked up.

"You know," you lick your bottom lip, "I always thought that seeing you look like shit would bring me closure. But... Looking at you now..." Your eyes soft, your thumb brushing against his sensitive tip and Rex moans quietly.

"Mhm?" He sighs, chest heaving.

"I realise I need to watch you die."

Your voice is eerily steady but it's not enough to make Rex's cock soften, in fact. Calloused fingers dig into your wrist and he looks at you, full lips parted to let out pants.

You know he's just so... Pliable now that he's under a crazy amount of painkillers, but still enough for him to be coherent.

And he's so pretty too. With his pretty emerald eyes, and gingery strands that poke out from where his head's wrapped in gauze.

"Just suck the tip, please." He whimpers.

"No!" You hiss. "I'm not fucking blowing you."

And he whines, letting out an obnoxiously loud cough.

"But I'm sick."

You grit your teeth, eyes flickering towards the door of his room and you let out a huff, standing up abruptly. Your sneakers make thuds across the tiled floor, and your movements are aggressive as you yank the curtains shut.

"I really fucking hate you, Rex." You grit out, plopping back in your seat and the legs of the chairs scrape against the linoleum as you scooch closer, lifting his hospital blankets and you stare at his cock.

Beads of precum rolling down the length, prominent veins protruding from behind the tanned skin and he twitches under your scrutinizing gaze.

"I know baby, and I'm sorry." He pants, shifting with excitement when he sees the way you lean forward, and your glossy lips wrap around his flushed tip.

"Fuck, m'so sorry for cheating." Rex's hands fist the sheets, his head falling back against his propped up pillows and he feels the way your tongue swirls, tracing the veins and your eyes flick towards him.

And that has him coming undone like a fucking ball of yarn.

The way your lashes flutter, the way your lipgloss leaves the prettiest ring around his cock and the way your eyes soften just a bit when his hand comes to rest on the crown of your head.

All of that, has Rex spilling into your mouth. Sweet cum painting your tongue in velvety ribbons and he groans. Low and breathy, and he frowns when you pull away with a pop, your cheeks puffed and filled.

He watches, his breaths bated as you swallow, licking the corner of your mouth before you lift yourself from your seat, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your hoodie.

"I'm gonna go tell your friends you're awake."

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"What are you doing here, Rex?" You fold your arms across your chest, resting your forearms on the windowsill as you stare down at Rex, booted feet planted firmly on your grass.

"And how the fuck do you even know where I live?"

"I used the GDA resources." He calls back, before reaching into his car window, turning up the volume and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Instead, leaning out of the window, eyes glued on Rex.

He healed up pretty nicely in just a week. The only evidence being a scar that bisects his otherwise perfect eyebrows. Voluminous gingerish strands remain pulled back into a bun, his undercut fresh and his trusty face framing pieces remain doing their job.

"I'll stand here every night for the rest of my fuckin' life to prove that I want you back." Rex calls to you, emerald gaze fixed on your form. On the way your pendant dangles, on the way your lips purse. Before he speaks up again.

"Well... Maybe not every night. I got shit to do. But every night this week?" He scoffs. "I'll do that shit."

You try not to snort at the sound of Seal, biting down on your plump bottom lip, as Rex stands with his arms outstretched. Powder blue Henley snug against his physique.

"BABY! I COMPARE YOU TO A KISS FROM A ROSE ON THE GREY!"

He begins to fumble the words, and you can see the frustration on his features, brows furrowing and you snort.

"You don't know the words." You snort, resting your chin in the palm of your hand and Rex huffs.

"Okay, fine." He folds his arms across his broad chest and it's kind of hard to take him seriously with Seal as his soundtrack.

"Of course I fuckin' don't. I'm not a sixty and my dick still works. But you know the words." Rex licks his bottom lip.

"I'm— okay, I know I'm a piece of shit but I'm a reformed piece of shit. I don't wanna die a cheating dick." And he shifts on his feet. "I'm new and improved."

And you huff.

"Yeah, this time you won't get caught."

And Rex glares at you.

"I won't go to prison if I knock the shit out of you." He seethes.

And he lets out a huff.

"Okay, I'm not entirely changed. But I'll make it up to you. I swear on my life, your life—"

"Bitch, leave my life alone."

"Well, I don't want it to be only on my life. You know that's shit's pretty worthless."

And there's a silence between you.

"I swear on Mark and Eve's collective lives."

And you snicker.

Before chewing on the inside of your cheek, watching as Rex shifts around on your lawn and you let out a breath. Heavy and your cheeks puff out when you do.

"Please." His voice is quiet, gaze lowered. "I know I'm," he huffs, "like.... A dick, or manipulative or a serial cheater and like, self-serving, judgemental and I—"

"You're ruining the moment, Rex."

And he sighs.

"I just," he swallows hard, "I don't wanna fuck up again. Not with you."

There's the softest silence between you, and you watch him. He looks so pathetic. Maybe your closure was needing him to beg, needing him to play Silk Shirt R&B loud enough for your neighbours' porch lights to flicker to life.

"Park your car in my driveway." You speak softly, before shutting the window and you don't need to look to know that shit-eating grin's plastered on his face. Dimples in sunkissed cheeks and you hear the slam of his car door.

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"Yeah, m'sorry." Rex groans, his arms hooked around your thighs, your knees dimpling the pillow beneath his head and your hands clutch at the headboard like your life depends on it.

Rex's tongue drags along your slippery cunt, a mixture of spit and slick making it glossy as his nose bumps against your clit. The friction just enough to make your hips move, wriggling and writhing on his face, your forehead braced on the hand holding the headboard while your other sinks into his hair.

And he groans, lashes fluttering, cock straining against his jeans and he feels the fabric strain even tighter than it usually is.

You're coating his face in your mess, whining when he sucks your folds into his mouth, your hand fisting at his hair.

"Shit, keep doing tha—" Your hips lift just a bit and Rex groans under his breath, forcing you closer and his words are slurred as he speaks.

"Fucking sit." He breathes out. "Lemme show you how sorry I am."

He pushes his tongue past your puffy lips, the intrusion makes you buck, toes curling in your socks and you shiver. It's a sensation that makes your body buzz, electricity crackling just behind your skin and Rex is content.

So, so very content.

The warmth of your plush thighs on either side of his head, you're sitting on his face and riding his nose like it'll earn you a prize. His hands grip your fleshy thighs, and he's trying to touch everything, palming the fatty mounds of your ass when he circles your clit.

The messy and whiny mewls leave your glossy lips, your head lolling and your brows bunching into the cutest little face he's ever seen. Especially with the way your pretty lips part and your thighs shake.

"Fuck, Rex, I'm—"

"Shhh, just give it to me." He tuts you.

And your body convulses, nails scraping along his scalp while your other hand grips for dear life, a whimper slipping from your lips and you nearly shriek when he keeps sucking on your clit, teasing the sensitive bud before lapping at your cunt. Savouring the taste of you before dragging his tongue up, all the way up to your swollen clit.

Rex has you on your back quicker than you can blink, your thighs spread and his calloused thumbs part your plush and glossy lips, watching the way your cunt flutters and he stares at you.

Watching you eagerly.

One hand reaches over his shoulder, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and he pulls it over his head, tossing it aside and he's even more glorious.

Sculpted pecs, razor sharp abs and golden skin. Dog tags hang just below his clavicle, catching the low light of your bedroom.

And his tongue drags over his teeth, his, canine poking into the wet muscle and you watch through half-lidded eyes as his hand unbuckles his belt while the other reaches into his back pocket.

Pulling out a condom and he bites down onto the ribbed foil edge while he discards his jeans and briefs.

"Do you just keep— like, carrying condoms with you?" You question, your chest heaving as you watch him, and your heart clenches at the way his grin widens, as he rips the condom with his teeth.

"Nah." He hums. "Only when I think I'll get lucky."

You watch the way he slides the condom onto his length, pinching the latex at the tip before his hands move to your thighs, calloused thumbs pressing circles into the flesh.

"And you thought you were gonna get lucky?" You cock a brow.

"I knew I was gonna get lucky." He abruptly tugs you closer to him, your thighs strewn lazily across his and he leans forward, veiny hand wrapping around his thick base. Watching the way your belly dips inward when he taps his latex-coated tip against your sloppy folds and he nudges himself at your entrance.

Pressing a kiss against the curve of your jaw as he pushes into you.

"Real fucking lucky."

You feel the way your breath leaves your lungs, your saliva pooling in the back of your throat, gummy walls fluttering around him. Your belly caves, it feels like your stomach touches your spine and he sighs when he feels the way your fingers rake through his hair.

Nails scraping against his scalp before he lifts himself up, hands moving to cradle your hips, palming the fat there with an adoring expression.

Before he swallows.

"Spread that pretty pussy." He coos sweetly, and the huskiness of his voice does something to your self respect.

It makes it disappear.

And your fingers are spreading your pussy, sensitive and glossy tissue exposed to the slight chill in your room and Rex spits onto your clit, his eyes on yours and he makes a sound in the back of his throat when he sees the way your brows twitch. Your cunt clenching just a bit more.

"How many inches are you taking, baby?" He breathes out, hand moving to rest on your waist instead, savouring the softness of your skin beneath his palms.

And you shudder. "Five..."

Rex's expression falls. And his eyes narrow, emerald gaze hardening and you watch the way his tongue pokes at his cheek, the slight bump visible.

"You think you're real fucking funny, huh?" He huffs, grabbing two of your pillows and he wedges them beneath your ass, manhandling you like it's his job.

"Yeah, I'm funn— holy f-f-fuck...—!" The wind's knocked out of you when Rex begins to pummel into that gooey spot that he found with damn near godly ease.

Your hands are pushing at his lower belly, nails leaving streaks down the tawny skin, pulled taut over sculpted abs and you're whining. Writing and trying to get him to slow down.

Because it's just too deep.

Too much.

And your brain fizzles with an idea to at least score yourself a few seconds to gather your pearls.

And you poke him in the belly button.

And Rex pulls out, brows knitted into a glare as he stares at you. Bewildered, hands moving to protect his navel and he just stares.

His brain short-circuiting and you let out a breath.

"What the actual fuck was that?" He can't even laugh as he stares at you.

"It was too much." You breathe out, winded and you lift yourself, resting back on your elbows as you stare at Rex, eyes narrowed and your body far too overheated for just a few thrusts.

And Rex's brows raise.

"Oh... Shit, you haven't been fucking?" And he blows out a breath, resting his palm on your mound and you feel the way your airways constrict when his thumb nestles between your folds. Sweet circles pressing onto your clit and you swallow.

"No, I've been busy." You hiss back, lashes fluttering and your head tips back, lips parting. And Rex coos.

"It's okay, baby." He sighs, carding his free hand through his hair, before gently pushing your thighs further apart.

"You just couldn't find someone to replicate my stroke game."

And you huff when you feel him slowly push his cock into you, guiding your leg onto his shoulder and he kisses the arch of your foot. Sweet and so, so reverent in his actions.

"Mhm." You hum. "I couldn't find someone to disappoint me the way you did."

"Don't make me choke you with this condom." Rex scowls, before pushing into you, brows knitting at the way your cunt squeezes at him, the lewd squelch makes his heart pound, and the annoyance at your biting remarks melts into nothingness when your hand rests on the nape of his neck.

And he swallows, guiding your other leg to his shoulder and Rex has you folded in half.

One veiny hand grasping the headboard, the other keeping your hips anchored to the bed as he slowly pulls out. Inch by inch leaving you until only his tip remains in your spasming cunt, and Rex sighs, pushing back into you.

"S'it good?" He questions you quietly. "No pain?"

"No pain." You nod.

And then he begins fucking you into the mattress.

The backs of your knees remain caught in the crooks of his elbows, warm hands gripping your hips and pressing you into the soft, puffy sheets, his hips smacking against yours in a way that's brutally unforgiving.

You watch through hazy eyes, nails digging into his bulging biceps, gaze flickering between his ecstasy-ridden face and where he's splitting you in half.

"Yeah," Rex groans softly, "keep watching."

He pants out a moan, head lolling and you watch the way his Adam's apple bobs.

"Watch me bust this pretty pussy open."

And he spits down your clit, the warm saliva making your belly clench as the glob trickles down your sloppy folds.

And Rex grins, his jaw clenching and he bites down on his bottom lip, watching with lovey-dovey eyes as your hand finds its way between your thighs, fingers sloppily teasing your clit. And he breathes out a laugh, chest heaving and dog tags bouncing off his toned chest.

"DJ Bean-Flick's in the booth, huh?" He snorts, the sound of his laughter echoes in the quiet of your room, turning into a whine when he feels the rhythmic spasms of your cunt. Milking him while your legs shake, your orgasm ripping through you like some kind of tidal wave.

Pussy gushing around him, glistening in the dim light and he groans, pulling out of you and he manhandles you.

Aggressively, roughly forcing you to sit up and he rests back against your headboard, lounging, and he pulls you onto him, guiding you to straddle him. And he watches the way you sink down onto him, inches disappearing into you and he moans at the sight.

Your hands move to rest on his broad chest, your hips lifting slowly, before you slam back down, and Rex tuts you.

"Lean back, baby." He huffs. "And on your feet."

And you groan, following his instructions with petulance.

"You sound like an expert." You breathe out. "You have a —hah— confession, Rex?"

And he snorts, hands move to grasp the headboard, you watch the way his biceps flex and he snickers.

"Why would you wanna hurt your feelings like that?"

Your face falls and your eyes narrow, arms moving to cross over your chest, lips pressing into a thin line.

"This is your audition back into my life, by the way." You frown at him. "Just in case you didn't know."

And Rex grins, a laugh slipping past his perfect lips and he rocks his hips up into you, the action so abrupt that your hands immediately move to his chest to support yourself.

"That's what you get when you try to start shit with me." Rex brags. "You mess with the bull, you get the horns. You taught me that."

You scoff. "Well, I taught you wrong. It's, 'you mess with the bull, you get covered in bullshit'."

There's a silence between you and Rex stares up at you.

"Please don't shit on me. I know I've got a strong stomach but—"

"I won't shit on you." Your laughter bubbles so easily from you, lips curling and your cheeks flushing deeper. Your dainty hands splay on his chest, your hips rolling against his, face hovering just above his and you let out a wistful sigh.

"I can't do it on command anyway." You add and Rex laughs. Loudly.

Dimples deep in his honeyed cheeks, hands gripping the headboard tighter because your hips keep rolling against him in that was that has him pressing against the plug of your womb, and you have the nerve to make him laugh too.

"There's something fucking wrong with you." He breathes out, before his arms move to wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to his torso and Rex's feet find purchase on your bed, his lips pressing against your pulse.

Before trailing lower and lower, until he finds the neckline of your shirt and he huffs.

"Take this shit off."

There's something so lovely about watching the way the muscles in your arms move as you pull your shirt overhead, and his eyes catch on a pretty pendant.

Not the one you've been wearing so boldly, no, one you've kept hidden so neatly underneath your clothing.

A pretty, cursive 'R' that dangles lower than your other necklace, and Rex's gaze flicks up to yours, his throat tightening and his belly blazing with warmth and a feeling that might make him come faster if he acknowledges it for too long.

"You still wear this?" Rex hums softly, bringing up a hand to brush his thumb over the letter.

And you purse your lips, "Fuck you."

"I didn't even do shit." He snorts before pressing a kiss over your collarbone, nipping at the skin before he hums.

"Grab the headboard."

Rex doesn't wait for you to have a steady grip before he's fucking up into you, bruising your cervix and grinding your swollen clit against his gingery happy trail.

Lips wrapping around one of your pert nipples, hot and wet muscle dragging against the nub and your brain turns to mush.

Coherence and any thought of self-respect leaking out of your mouth in broken moans and a cacophony of mewls as you're kept in place. Unable to do anything but take everything Rex gives you, taking every thrust, every suck and every 'fuck' that's breathed against your skin in a steamy puff.

And Rex swallows hard.

Teeth tugging on your other nipple, and he just loves the way you look.

Fucked out, your tongue lolling and your eyes finding permanent residence staring at your brain with the way they're rolling back and Rex feels his orgasm approaching faster than ever.

The burn just below his navel, the tightening of heavy balls and he whines.

"Fuck, m'gonna nut—"

He pants, like a dog, burying his face in your neck once he's deemed your nipples swollen enough and his teeth sinks into your shoulder. You feel so good.

He can feel every ridge of your gummy walls, he can feel the way your slick cunt milks and spasms around him like it's got a personal vendetta against him.

And Rex ruts into you.

Chasing that elusive dragon of an orgasm, the warmth of your body seems so much more intense than it did at first and Rex's heart pounds.

And when he feels that dam burst, his hands are bracketing your hips and he's lifting you off him, pearly cum spraying across your cunt, a shredded condom around his shaft and you're whining at the warmth.

Hips twitching and your face pressed into the curve of Rex's neck, inhaling that smoky musk, your brain a puddle.

"D—did the condom break...?" You sigh, and he nods, swallowing audibly.

"At least now I know I can't use two year old condoms." Rex sighs, lowering you back down onto his body, his still-hard cock resting in the crease of your ass and it takes you a while to register his words.

Your head raises and your eyes narrow.

"Was that condom expired?"

"Pfft. No." Rex huffs. "It expires next month."

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[ernest-rimmingway]

⭐Like a Lawn Chair⭐

Tags: [mlw][mndi][ass play][analingus][msub][anal fingering][male orgasm][edging][man in a mating press]

honorary tag: @lucky-beheaded ⭐

"I could never be the bottom."

Words Rex wishes he hadn't said because you were, in fact, quick to prove him wrong.

Sweat drips down his muscles in salty rivulets, his knees pressed to his shoulders and he stares down at you.

Green eyes are hazy, lips are parted and his back is unnaturally curved as he watches you peer at him from between his thighs. There's something so unnaturally predatory about the way you're looking at him from beneath your lashes, your nails scratching the backs of his thighs so affectionately.

And he writhes against the sheets.

"Baby this... This isn't... Funn-nnyyyy..."

His eyes roll back and his brows furrow into a tight knit when your tongue drags along his furled hole, unexplored and clenching at the stimulation.

"Fuck, shiiit." Rex whines, toes curling in his socks and he groans when your nails dig into his hamstrings. The pain mixes with the pleasure and he's embarassed by the way globs of precum trickle onto his tightly toned abs that flex with each curl of your tongue.

You're lapping at his ass like you're desperate and God, you just wanna see him fall apart. And you wanna wipe that smirk from his face.

The sheets are sweat-soaked, and he whines when you hand wraps around his rosy tip, squeezing his cock in a way that makes him lightheaded and Rex's legs begin to fucking shake. He's breathing heavy and he doesn't like how close he is to cumming all over himself.

His cock's leaking and he moans even louder when your tongue presses against his ever so sensitive perineum.

And you suck at the sensitive skin, and he whines.

"Babe, that's— nooo... Fuck, w'na cum."

Rex babbles weakly, his brows scrunching and his hips twitching when he feels the way your thumb presses against that divot in his tip. His balls are heavy, tense and drawn up so tightly, and he's whining when he feels the way your tongue drags up, up, up his length.

Lapping at the flared crown of his tip, sucking so harshly but you don't move your finger away.

And Rex is placing a hand on your forehead, poorly attempting to push you away.

"..fu—fuck away..." Rex curses.

He can't push you away, and he knows that he doesn't even want to.

"Don't be a pussy." You goad him and he scowls. "...m'not— hah — a pussy. You're just...f-fucking with my ass like that."

Rex whimpers when your hands move to press against the crooks behind his knees, and he watches as cum trickles from his cock. Momentum lost by how long you had kept him plugged and he watches the pearly liquid drip in the valleys of his abs.

You push his knees closer to his chest and Rex whines when you shift, moving closer to him.

His knees on your shoulders, and your lips press against his. He's perplexed by the different taste but he's not complaining, hands interlocking behind your neck, bringing you closer.

"How the tables have turned." You mock him, smiling into the kiss when blunt, calloused fingers sinking into your hair and Rex grunts into the kiss.

"Dickhead."

"Well, this dickhead's gonna shove a finger in your ass. So, you know, be smart with your words." You remind him, pulling away and you bring one of your hands up, fingers dipping between Rex's plush lips and gathering his saliva.

Your middle finger circles his hole, puckered and slick, and you slowly push past the ring of muscle. Slow and gentle.

"Just sh-shove it in." Rex whines. "I can take it."

"Yeah, you can take it?" You repeat Rex's words, lips brushing over his when you feel the way his body twitches once your finger is nestled, pressing against his walls like you're searching for something.

You are.

But the low, husky drawl of your saccharine sweet voice makes Rex whine.

"Why you gotta make it so fuckin' weirddd..."

[stars-eclipsing]

warning: horny

Rex can and will start talking to your pussy like it’s a separate person, and he'll completely believe his delusions too.

“Aww. You missed me, haven’t you?” He grins when he sees it flutter at the light attention, “Hah! Don’t worry, daddy’s here to give you some love.” 

He pulls you closer by your rear, his nose pressed to your cunt, just how he likes it. He takes a greedy inhale of your scent and grips the fat of your ass. Then, without warning, he gives your entrance a wet mwah! 

You shiver, then prop your thighs on top of his shoulders, trying your best to relax. You lean back slightly, “Rex,” You groan, “Don’t start right now. I’ve had a hard week–” 

He cuts you off when he darts his tongue out and licks a long stripe between your folds. You moan, and he continues to taste you. 

“Heh. I know. Just relax, baby.” 

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[cheekycheesecake01]

I was buying myself tampons yesterday and realized my input about them sounded like some shit Rex would say.

"Bought S Tampons 'cause that pussy S Tier."

I muttered that to myself while walking home, cuz y'know I was just carrying the box with no bag and destigmatize periods and stuff, only to realize that sounded like smth he'd say.

[1yr4sp10d3]

Helloooo! Can I ask for hcs or a fic of rex x reader and atom eve x reader where the reader experiences losing their virginity to them for the first time? The two are separate fics/hcs, thank you!!

I literally love you for requesting this bro. Here’s some hcs for both of them. reader has a coochie but no pronouns are specified. hope that’s okay.

Eve:

i feel like she’d be so gentle with you

extremely honored that you want her to be your first

she’d definitely do a lot of foreplay, make you cum at least once on her fingers or her tongue

definitely like a soft dom yk not overbearingly dominant but definitely taking control and guiding you

“shhh, I know baby,” she murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh before she presses a kiss to your clit. marveling at the way your hips jerk from the stimulation. she’d already made you cum twice with her mouth, and now she was just smiling at the way you whimpered and squirmed, telling her it was too much even as you pushed your hips back up towards her mouth. she laughs softly at the fucked out expression on your face. “calm down, i was just getting you prepped. you ready for the real thing, babe?”

Rex:

he’d be so cocky about it. if it’s before the lizard league it’d be like genuine cockiness, but if it’s afterwards it’d just be teasing (bro he disgusts me i need to grab him between my teeth and shake him violently like a dog with a squeaky toy) (lovingly)

i can’t picture him being dom at all. i just can’t

so even though he’d be trying to take care of you and be nice and gentle, he’d still have his face buried in the crook of your neck as he lets out the sweetest whimpers

“cmon, babe.” he murmurs, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he slowly lowers you down on his cock. he’d made sure you were nice and prepped, holding you in his lap as he fingered you open while making out with you. but now it was time for the real thing. he’d thought he’d be able to handle it. but your walls are clinging to him so tightly, choking his cock, and it takes everything in him to not buck up into you. he lets out a small whine, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he continues to slowly slide you down his cock, making sure to go super slow so he didn’t hurt you. despite the way your eyes are shut and your lips are parted slightly, reveling in the way you feel fuller than you have in your entire life, you still have to pause and snort, asking him which one of you was the one losing their virginities and teasing him for acting like a total baby.

a/n: i’m so sorry i feel like this sucks total weenie 😣 but i figured id still post it bc if i deleted everything i didn’t like, i wouldn’t have any writing on here. i got a bit carried away writing rex.

[cinnavanillaa]

hii y'all, just wanted to let you know. I write DELICIOUS fanfics on ao3. Only the best of the best Invincible X reader shiiiii

https://archiveofourown.org/users/CinnaVanilla/pseuds/CinnaVanilla

check em out!! I'll upload them on here too but for now it's only on Ao3

[wingfleur]

one of these days i'm gonna write a rex x reader fic just so i can have the time of my life writing the dialogue. that fucker has the filthiest mouth imaginable, and i'm gonna capitalize on every bit of it

[zeecriter]

Invincible p!links·˚ ༘ P2

WARNING ➤ Pornographic content mdni! The links all have afab/feminine bodies except maskless mark, do not open in public.

Sinister Mark

Fucking you into the sofa

He loves choking you

bought this skirt just for this

Can’t run away anymore

Main! Mark Grayson

Literally like rabbits (LOADS)

Sock on the door

Virgin! Best friend!Mark who wanted to try something with you

He WANTS you carrying his kid

Full mask Mark

Breeding you full with his babies

Stroking him

Short cunnilingus vid

Got him all tied up

Mohawk Mark

Do y’all see that bulge?? Definitely the way he’d fuck you

How he’d eat his princess out

Normal au!Mohawk mark after taking a drive in his car with you. Couldn’t wait till you got home huh?

His own fleshlight

Viltrumite mark

The eye contacttt

After a long day of viltrum work

Morning sexxx!!

His maid looked hotter today, especially in that skimpy dress you wore.

Maskless mark(MLM)

Riding him in your dorm

You two both got horny while hanging out

Bottom! Mark

Seeing stars

Omni-Mark

loves tasting you

You were a brat in this universe too he had to handle it!

He loves the feeling of your gushy walls clenching around his fingers

You were so desperate to cum :(

Rex Sloan

You play way too much video games

Devouring your pussy

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ NOTE ➤ sorry guys I released this sooo late! The next part of the invincible p!links are going to be revolved around threesomes! If you guys want other p!links with different media I’ll be happy to do it. I want to do a jujutsu kaisen list but I want to see what y’all want first.

[echosage]

INVINCIBLE P!LINKS

CW. : PORN. MDNI.

♱ MARK GRAYSON.

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♱. II

♱. III

♱. IV

♱. V

♱ NOLAN GRAYSON.

♱. I

♱. II

♱. III

♱. IV

♱. V

♱ CECIL STEDMAN. (You have to hear me..)

♱. I

♱. II

♱. III

♱. IV

♱. V

♱ REX SLOAN.

♱. I

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♱. V

[sugusatosluut]

Overworked and Overstimulated

Synopsis: You take on every job Cecil hands you as his overachieving daughter, but what could be more relaxing after work than getting high with your friends?

Warnings: Edibles, smut, threesome! MDNI💓

You returned back to the guardian’s hq, exhaustedly ripping your mask off of your head. Your father called you on four missions back to back because he had already sent the new guardians and invincible to space. You wanted to go sooooo bad, but he found it better for you to sit this one out. Coincidentally upon returning back, you had found out that they all made it back a few days ago and Cecil wanted you to handle everything until most of them recovered. Easier said than done. Usually it was about six life threatening issues a day, but to tackle four of the worst ones in one day was just a little too much.

You showered, then went up to your room. Dimming the lights, you changed and turned on your music as you took out a pot brownie. You deserved this, you worked too damn hard not to. Stupid GDA invested father using you as a machine.. but he was your dad and sometimes it was your fault for biting off more than you could chew. Typical of you to not say something yet act out when you’re overstimulated. Just typical.

As you got comfortable in your little room, Mark and Rex knocked at your door. What a surprise, they never approach you unless they need help, so maybe now’s not a good time to get high.

“Yo, y/n! Good job holding down the fort until we came back. I see the world’s got a new favorite nepo baby.” Rex chuckled as he grabbed a chair.

“C’mon Rex you know she doesn’t like that.” Mark nudged his shoulder.

“Sorry.. sometimes the social awareness just doesn’t que up fast enough in my brain. Anyways, whatcha doin? Taking the night off?” Rex asked as he played with the items on your desk.

“Yeah, my dad gave me four of the worst missions today. Just figured I’d mellow out in my room for the rest of the day.” You sighed.

“With a pot brownie?” Mark asked sitting in the edge of your bed and holding the ziploc bag containing your brownies.

“Uh-y-yeah. Well I was gonna wait til you guys left in case you didn’t need me for anything but this seemed important so I couldn’t eat one right this second.” You said nervously.

“Fuck that, this is your free time.. Mark and I have been off for a while. Let’s say we make this a group trip huh? I’ll pay you back for it later.” Rex said taking the brownies from Mark.

“I’m down, you don’t have to pay me back though Sloan. I’m content with this. Just quality time with my friends.” You said relaxing back in your bed.

You, Mark and Rex all ate a brownie, waiting for the effects to kick in.

About an hour later you were all feeling the effects. You had put some dumb chick flick on and both men were entertained. It was quiet. Mark was shirtless, with an arm wrapped around you and Rex was also shirtless laying on your chest. Before the high had kicked in you guys gave mark money to get snacks and he delivered. As you guys watched the movie, all that could be heard was the crunching of chips. Both of their bodies were keeping you extremely warm. The movie ended and all three of you were wondering what to do next.

“Basketball?” Rex offered.

“Let’s go. Me and you Rex.” Mark smirked at him.

The three of you went down into the HQ training center. Both boys were shooting hoops.

“This is boring, can we find a way to make it interesting?” Mark asked.

“Ask and you shall recieve. First one to score five shots wins a kiss from the pretty lady over there— and don’t tell me you’re not dying for a taste of that. The best things in life are things that you aren’t allowed to have.” Rex winked.

“I can reason with that as long as it’s okay with y/n.” Mark asked.

“We’ll— I don’t wanna sound desperate but I mean it’s perfectly fine with me.” You blushed. You were in fact the most desperate for this. The past flirtations between you and Mark and then you and Rex throughout your time at the GDA always got to you. Your dad always steered them both away.. well not just them, everyone—away. Mark and Rex didn’t really care, they were friends to the end. They stood up to Cecil which finally allowed you to go on missions, but Cecil drew the line at space. The old man knew better than to get between you and your friends. Yes, you loved your dad but there’s always a battle to be fought with him.

“You’re on.” Mark smirked.

Both boys played away and suddenly the score went from one to four. It was the final point for each of them.

“This one’s for you!” They both shouted together. The anticipation guided you to insanity. If Rex scored and mark felt jealous? It would ruin you. If Mark scored and Rex feel jealous? God.. it’s too much to handle. It’s okay to change your mind and everything, the boys would understand. You don’t want one without the other.

“Well looks like we’re both getting kissed. Both our baskets were made.” Mark smiled smugly.

How did you miss it? Oh well. You weren’t kissing them in the middle of the guardians hq, that would be an awkward moment you couldn’t come back from. The boys held their excitement until you all made it back to your room. Now it was really awkward for you.

“I know I’ve only gotten high with you guys once before but holy shit you look like you’re in a real predicament right now y/n.” Mark laughed.

Rex joined in on laughing, both of them were laughing a bit too hard, it was a little too contagious.

“You’re right, she’s as red as a fucking ripe ass tomato!” Rex was wheezing at this point. The laughter coming from your room was intense and anybody coming by your room could tell you were having a fun time.

You started laughing along with them and soon the laughing turned to joyous tears from your stomachs hurting so bad. After all the laughing, you rested your head on Mark’s shoulder again as you all made it back to laying on your giant bed that took up most of the room in your little box. Mark scooted you, letting you in between his legs as your back touched his chest. Mark played with your hair and Rex was up to something mischevious. Rex snuck himself under the covers, pulling down your lace panties and your pajama pants. You would have been way more alarmed in any other circumstance but for this one? You felt so at peace with both of them doing what they wanted to you. It was the best stress relief you had in a while.

Mark’s hands reached for your shirt, lifting it up off your body and kissing the back of your neck. As Rex started to eat you out your body started to tingle with numbness. The high was really intensifying all your senses. Rex’s tongue lapped and licked your little bud under the covers. To ease you, Mark grabbed onto your breasts, kneading them and kissing your neck. Rex’s grip on your hips stayed firm.

“I thought you both wanted a kiss.” You whined.

“We did, the high just feels too nice to waste on a little kiss. You getting overstimulated? I can tell by the way you’re squirming. Quit acting out.” Mark said firmly as his hands shifted positions, as one arm was now around your neck.

You whined and groaned until you started getting close, both boys were naked at this point, the temperature in the room getting hotter, the feelings more intense.. both boys were slipping in and out of you roughly as you were still whining, eventually the three of you would finish at the same time. You all hit the showers and you went back to your room in silence. Your body was now tired.

“Hey- uh.. thanks for that. If you ever wanna use me I left my number on your board.” Rex winked at you before deciding to leave.

“Leaving so soon?” You asked.

“Yeah.. unfortunately you’re not the only girl on my roster sweet cheeks.” He whistled.

“Alright, see you around.” You waved.

Well at least Rex admitted to wanting a late night booty call.

Mark walked into your room timidly.

“You leaving too?” You pouted.

“Oh stop pouting. I got you flowers. I wanna stay and cuddle. I was in space for five days I thought you’d miss me a little more.” He said.

“Now look who’s pouting.” You smirked.

Mark came into your room placing the flowers on your nightstand and laying down on top of you, his body weight giving you the utmost relief.

“I don’t want to share you again. That was a one time deal.” He complained.

“I understand, thank you for letting me experience that.” You smiled at him.

The room seemed to go quiet, you eyes started to shut and mark had one last thing on his mind.

“When are you gonna tell your dad about us?”

“Mark— go to sleep.”

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mlw][mdni][friends to more?][tw: forehead mention][rex is a girldad, prove me wrong][fingering][ex!fwb][spooning][lil' bit of a daddy kink][creaming][doggy style][spit][

"You know, that baby looks a lot like you." Mark hums softly, attention shifting between the toddler that stands between Rex's muscular thighs, chubby hands gripping the fabric of his sweatpants and green eyes stare up at him.

Rex's gaze lowers to meet Winnie's, wide eyes that mirror his own staring at the ice-cream cone in his hand, rosy lips wetting themselves with a pink tongue as she shifts on her tiny feet.

He does see the resemblance a bit. In her mannerisms, her appearance. Shit, even the way she instinctively shows Cecil her index finger whenever he walks into the room. Rex knows that's not the finger she wants to show.

"Nahh." Rex dismisses, lowering the treat just enough for Winnie's hand to grip at his wrist, unsteady legs keeping her up as she licks at the cone. "It's cause me and her mom are close. It's like when your cat start to look like you."

"Babies aren't cats, Rex." Mark deadpans, slender fingers tapping on his thigh as he stares at Winnie.

"Do you know who her dad is yet?"

Rex shakes his head, his pudgy thumb wiping away the smears of strawberry ice-cream before looking back towards Mark.

Before shrugging his broad shoulders.

"Doesn't matter. I'm basically her fun uncle." Rex boasts before looking down at Winnie, dimples deep in his honeyed cheeks, green eyes sparkling. "Ain't I, tubby?"

"Dlickwee!" Winnie giggles.

"Don't call me a dickweed, you dyslexic shit."

"Rex, she's a baby!" Mark defends, hands hooking underneath Winnie's chubby arms, tugging her up into the air before ultimately settling her on his thigh, chonky fists immediately moving to tug on the collar of his shirt.

"When are you gonna tell him?" Sam's voice is quiet, turning away from where Rex has Winnie cradled and she stares at you, shovelling spoonfuls of ice cream into your mouth.

"I kinda wanna watch him figure it out himself." You speak through a full mouth, before looking back towards Rex.

"He'd make such a good dad if he wasn't....you know..." "Slow?"

Kate interjects, gaze lifting from her book and you purse your lips, reluctantly nodding your head.

"So, are you like, around all the time?" Mark questions, attention divided between where Winnie toys with the chain around his neck, and where Rex is lounged, one muscular leg extended over the armrest of the sofa and the other foot planted on the carpeted floor.

"Mhm." Rex hums. "I basically live there. You know, cause the kid's dad's a fucking deadbeat."

And Mark scratches the back of his neck, almost awkwardly, gaze shifting.

"Yeah, well, you know, he might... Not know he has a kid." Mark mumbles and Rex shifts, green eyes regarding Mark with a scrutinizing gaze. Before looking between him and Winnie.

The way how she's always been so affectionate with Mark, excitedly clapping whenever she sees 'Unca Mar'. And Rex sucks on his teeth, brows furrowing with suspicion.

"Real fuckin weird thing to say. Defending a deadbeat." And Rex shifts, elbows resting on his knees and he leans forward.

"You got a confession, dickhead?"

"Wha— No. No. She's not my k— I've never even had sex with anyone other than Sam."

And Rex snorts.

"Real sad confession, buddy."

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There's no way to explain the demonic horniness that shrouds you like a thick mist when you see the way Rex gently brushes Winnie hair, bristles gentle against her soft strands and she simply keeps her gaze focused on the toy in her hands.

Beside him, lay an assortment of different hair accessories. Glittery hair ties, elastics, bows, and an assortment of clips, all decorated with various yellow things. Plastic gummy bears, bananas, stars, hearts. Everything that came from a superhero salary in her favourite colour.

"Okay, Pooh, what's the look for today?" Rex questions Winnie, brilliant green gaze focused on her, her small body settled between his muscular thighs, the sleeves of his T-shirt rolled up to the apex of forearm.

Veins bulge beneath the surface of the skin, scaling all the way up to wear the bunched fabric rests, wrists decorated with an assortment of jewellery. Namely black bands, brown beads and one very yellow friendship bracelet. Big, chunky beads that look jelly-ish, puffy letters that read 'WINNIE'.

Winnie babbles incoherently, pitch varying as her chubby hands continue to twist and turn the cube in her hands. Trying to assemble the colours in order.

"Hm.. s'thinking pigtails too. To minimise your mom's forehead genes." Rex snickers. "Dome headed."

And Rex divides the hair, carefully putting her hair in pretty pigtails like he's done many, many times before. Yellow decorates that gingery hair, green eyes obscured by yellow star-framed sunglasses and he waits until she lets out that squeal at her reflection before setting her down on the floor.

And she scrambles out of the room, excitedly, and Rex lets out a groan, arms stretching overhead before glancing towards you.

"Fuckin creep." He mocks, barely ducking the folded towel that's meant to collide with the back of his head.

"Fuck you. My forehead's normal sized." You defend, before shuffling properly into the bedroom, arms crossed over your chest and like clockwork, Rex's warm, warm hands move to grasp your hips, tugging you onto him unapologetically.

Your knees dig into the mattress on either side of him, your ass planted on his lower belly and your hands move towards bracing yourself on his chest. And Rex snorts.

"Muscle memory, huh?"

And you suck your teeth, rolling your eyes as you grab for the excess clips, sliding them into Rex's hair, your fingers carding through the tangerine strands, watching the way the silky tresses slip from your grasp with ease.

Rex swallows, gaze locked on your face. Taking in that wide eyed expression, perfect lips pursed in concentration as you continue to fuss with his hair, gorgeous eyes framed by the prettiest and longest lashes. And Rex's tongue brushes across his bottom lip, before he shifts beneath you.

And he just keeps staring.

Not only because you're just... So pretty to him, but he's looking. Really, really looking. He can see where Winnie gets her expressions. Pretty lashes with your eyes, that same... Thoughtless look behind them. God, it's like the lights are on but there's no one home.

His thumbs brush over your hip bones, the soft skin exposed by where your shirt rode up and Rex inhales sharply when he feels the way your thighs twitch at his sides.

And he's trying so hard to not look at your tits, pressed flush against the fabric of your shirt. God, pregnancy did you good.

"There's something we need to talk about later." Rex murmurs, swallowing down and he watches the way your movements halt, brows scrunching in confusion.

"Why can't we talk about it now?" You question.

"Because you might get mad and I don't wanna argue in front of the kid." Rex breathes out. "Not good for the developmental shit."

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Immediately when Winnie's with Mark and Sam, Rex is letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding and he's setting you down on the sofa.

Taking the seat across from you, and he crosses his arms over his chest, thick thighs spread and he leans back, doing the hip thing. You try to not focus on the bulge in the front of his sweatpants, and instead, on his face.

"What'd—"

"I wanna adopt Winnie."

It feels like a weight in your belly. Heavy, pointy edges poking into your intestines and you swallow, fingers fidgeting. And honestly, you don't know what's worse.

The fact that you'll have to admit the obvious truth, or the fact that either way, you'll be stuck with Rex indefinitely.

"I'm basically her dad already. I sleep here, I get her ready in the mornings, I feed her, I buy her that stupid Lab— what the fuck even is that?"

"It's a Labubu." "Well, it's La-expensive as fuck. Why can't she just play with socks like I did when I was a kid?" Rex huffs, and your brows raise.

"Was CPS ever called?"

"This isn't about me." And Rex inhales sharply. "I wanna... Officially co-parent Winnie. Like... As her dad and not her... fun uncle."

And you swallow.

"Rex... " You speak so softly, your fingers fiddling and you keep your gaze lowered.

"You remember... That one time in Cecil's office?"

"Which one? There were," He snorts, "quite a few times in Cecil's office."

"When... You were like, really depressed and you were kinda desperate, even though we were mad at each other. And like, you called me and I came and—"

"Oh, you came. You came three times." Rex boasts, before shifting in his seat. "But what about it?"

This is nerve wrecking. You'd think a former assassin would be a smart guy but no. Rex is dumber than a bag of rocks.

"Well... We didn't use a condom. And you didn't... Pull out either, because I didn't wanna make a mess and—"

And Rex's expression darkens. Brows form a deep frown, his jaw clenches and you're preparing for him to... Well, blow. Especially when you see that low, almost angelic glow beneath his skin and Rex takes a deep breath.

"I have a fucking kid and you didn't think to tell me?" Rex grits, blunt nails digging into his biceps as he tries to reign in the anger that's settling at the pit of his belly.

He's just mad that you didn't tell him.

"I thought you'd know by now." You murmur. "You sleep over a lot, she looks like you, she acts like you."

"I thought it's like fucking cats!" Rex groans, hands moving to card through his hair, muscular fingers tugging his hairtie off and he takes a deep breath.

"Rex, you haven't not been here, for the last two years. Are you even fucking?" You question.

"No, because— oh shit, I'm a dad." Rex mumbles, the reality sinking in. "...and I'm not beating her."

"I think you're still eligible for me to call CPS."

Rex doesn't really know how he didn't put it together as soon as Winnie popped out of you.

Literally.

He was in the delivery room, fingers laced with yours, wiping away the sweat from your hairline and making sure you didn't pass out from exertion.

He should've known when you tested her name out on your tongue, murmuring 'Winnie Sloan' as she nursed from you. And he definitely should've put two and two together when he found himself attending Daddy & Me classes.

Fuck. You'd even hummed 'she has your eyes' offhandedly as you fell asleep, in his arms.

𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨💥୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒

"I'm gonna watch a movie. You wanna watch?" Rex leans against the doorframe, arms folding across his chest, muscles bulge and green eyes watch you avidly as you pull a T-shirt over your head.

"What're you watching?" You question softly,

"The Mummy." Rex hums. "Brendan Frasier's one."

And it isn't even long before you're curled up, Rex's arms wrapped around your waist, his face pressed against the curve of your neck and his eyes are basically shut.

Even breaths leave him, his body warm against yours, your legs entangled and his palm remains splayed across the soft flesh of your belly, tucked away behind the fabric of your thin T-shirt.

"You want me to turn the movie off?" You ask softly, shifting a bit closer to Rex and he shakes his head.

"Hm-hm... m'listening, baby."

His voice is a low, sleepy rumble, body pressed so firmly against yours only for his lips to ghost the curve of your shoulder, the ball of his nose pressing against your pulse.

"..you smell good..." Rex mumbles lazily. "...really good."

And he shifts behind you, his free hand moving from being tucked beneath you, and instead, moving to your inner thigh. He guides your legs to part, calloused fingertips pressing into the soft flesh as he shifts your body, until your thigh's tossed over his legs.

And his hand nestles between your thighs, warm palm pressing against your even warmer cunt and he coos sleepily. Flimsy panties do nothing to tamper with your sensitivity, and Rex lets out a sleepy breath.

"I haven't had sex in two years."

Rex's voice is lazily, a sleepy murmur that's nearly drowned out by how fast the blood is rushing in your ears, your breaths just a bit uneven as his fingers press against your clit. Softly, gently. Circling the bud as his half-asleep brain pieces together the words.

And you nod your head, trying your hardest to keep your mind easy and clear, your chest heaving.

"You're gonna let me fuck you right?" Rex breathes out, pressing lazy kisses against the skin of your neck, his fingers tugging your soaked gusset aside, before dragging along your cunt. Slick fingers trace your slippery slit and he lets out a breath.

"Right, baby?" He murmurs softly. "You gonna let me fuck you nasty?"

And two fingers plunge into your cunt, warmth blossoming in your belly and if feels like electricity's crackling just behind your mound with each flutter of his fingers. And you nod your head, weakly.

"Uh huh?" Rex coos softly. "You gonna let me?"

There's nothing that's preparing you for the way that his fingers are fucking into you, curling against all the right spots while his other hand cups your chest, thumbing over your nipple until it pebbles beneath his thumb.

"Mhm... m'gonna let you..."

𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨💥୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒

And by God, do you let him.

Nothing prepares you for the way his cock bullies it's way into your cunt, your back arched like a fucking cat, cheek pressed against the pillow and your hands grip the sheets.

And Rex's hands move to palm the fleshy globes of your ass, spreading them just so he can watch your drooling pussy swallow him whole, inch by inch. Nothing separating you, and Rex's plump bottom lip is wedged between his pearly teeth as he watches that unexplored hole clench and flutter.

And he rolls his hips against yours, cock sloppily kissing your cervix and smearing precum against your walls, his gaze remaining locked on that pretty, furled target.

"God, you're so fuckin sexy..." Rex breathes out, hands moving to grasp your hips instead, pulling you back to meet each brutally slow thrust of his hips.

You're so warm, gooey walls fluttering around every inch and vein, slick oozing down your inner thighs and you're breathing heavy. Sounds muffled by the pillow, the fat of your ass bounces off his hips and he watches as one of your hands weakly attempts to reach behind you, fingertips ghosting over his lower belly to push him away.

"Rex...." You whine. "S'too deep.."

"Move your fucking hand." Rex grunts, one of his hands moving to pin your hand at the small of your back, and he watches your other hand move, reaching out towards the headboard instead.

And the glimpse of faint scratches against the headboard makes his head spin in that way that has him letting out a weak whine, leaning over you to grasp at the headboard. The muscles in his forearm flexes with his grip, his hips snapping unforgivingly against your ass until your cheeks burn red.

His other hand presses down in the centre of your back, forcing your back into an even deeper arch, listening to the way your moans are muffled.

Your cheeks are deeply flushed, skin glistening with a thin sheen and Rex pants, brows knitting into a frown when he feels your walls flutter and spasm, almost uncontrollably.

And he pulls back, until only his fat, mushroom-y tip remains buried in your warm cunt and your holes flutter when you feel the way he spits on your cunt, before pushing back inside.

And before you know it, you're coming around his cock, a frothy ring forming around the base of him, and he moans.

"That's it, baby. Come for daddy." Rex groans. "Be my nasty girl."

Rex has you in a fucking headlock before your brain's come down from your orgasm.

Your throat nestled in the crook of his elbow, bulging bicep against the side of your face and his weight is pressing you into the mattress, hips rutting wildly and his teeth are sinking into your shoulder.

And Rex is fucking you like an animal.

Groaning against your shoulder, weighing you down until your knees are weak and threatening to give out beneath you and he presses a kiss to that spot just behind your ear.

His voice low and just a bit hoarse.

"Let's see if I can make you remember..." He takes a deep breath, hips grinding against yours and you feel the way his cock twitches,

"who's your daddy."

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[grimmsbride]

✶ ℘ EASY GOING DOWN ╲ rex sloan.

₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣. ⠀⎯ summary rex was trying to be better, to a new and improved man and superhero. slowly growing himself, the man turns to you in hopes of learning one, very important thing; how to get better at oral sex..

₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣. ⠀⎯ tags rex is ooc (i’ve never written for him before) | oral sex | past mentions of rex being a selfish lover/person | eve mention (love her) | porn with no plot | porn with complicated feelings | fingering | pet names (mama, baby) | again rex is ooc i’m sorry 😭 | uhh that’s it

₊ཾִ ᖫྀ ⁣⁣. ⠀⎯ notes i asked for requests and then literally went on vacation i’m sorry 😭😭, i’m slowly trying to get through them (though this wasn’t a request just something i wanted to write) so please bare with me and thank you for your patience. as always please excuse any mistakes, and pls enjoy

“Rex, are you fucking serious?”

“Can you give me a minute to warm u—“

“Warm up?!” You huffed loudly, quickly sitting up from your laying position. Your eyes bore into the man between your legs, spotting the way he so stupidly sat there with his tongue partially past his lips, eyebrows furrowed a little in annoyance.

The situation was odd in the simplest terms, weird at worst. Currently you found yourself in nothing but a tshirt, completely bare from the waist down whilst your close friend Rex Splode was at his knees towards the edge of the bed, attempting to eat you out.

It was no secret Rex was selfish at times; a dickhead, cheater, just a boundless amount of certain emotions wrapped into one. But luckily, he was trying to change, trying to outgrow the old Rex Sloan into a person worth being around.

And well, one of those steps was learning how to be.. less selfish during sex.

That’s where you came in. Given the two of you were pretty close — and pretty platonic, up until this point — Rex was able to come to you about his personal dilemma, practically begging to practice on you with the promise of buying you whatever you wanted; no matter the price.

It took a moment for you to give in, but something about that pretty face screwed up into a begging pout was enough. And it couldn’t be that bad, right?

Except, the man has done nothing spectacular since he started. He avoided your clit like the plague, did nothing special with his tongue, and nearly bruised your walls with the unnecessary speed of his fingers.

You flopped back onto your bed, groaning softly. “Warm up..” You repeated in soft disbelief, leaning to rest your cheek against the blankets.

“— no wonder Eve dropped your sorry a— OW!”

You shot up once again, glaring daggers at the man, “You did not just fucking bite my thigh.”

“Serves you right.” Rex grumbled, though rubbing his thumb across the bite mark as if to soothe you. He leaned his cheek against your opposite thigh, eyes trailing to focus on your face.

“Just tell me what to do. That was the entire point of me coming to you.”

Your gaze trailed back to the man, silent for a few moments before releasing a little sigh. You shouldn’t be too hard on him, despite how silly the situation seemed, this was Rex’s odd way of being better. In his own, little, very odd way.

“Well first..” You begun, adjusting your hips to catch his attention. Your legs slid open a little wider, gliding your fingers across your thighs. “Don’t immediately jump to fingers, use your tongue— you’re supposed to warm the girl up.”

Rex was quick to obey your instructions, hands finding your thighs whilst leaning closer. His tongue slowly slid out from his mouth, gliding across your folds, the tip parting them to drag against your little bud. The act was experimental, Rex clearly taking your words to heart; something you found quite cute in the moment.

Resident douche bag Rex Sloan sitting here so patiently and sweetly, eyes on you and eyebrows lifted as he awaited your next request.

Your hand rose, finding a strand from his loose bun, curling it around your finger.

“Keep doing that, focus on my clit too..” Your voice trailed the moment he gave you another lick, dragging the fat of his tongue along your slick cunt. Soft squelches begun to rise in the air as he continued, his shallow breathing fanning against you with each moment that passed.

Unlike before, Rex didn’t rush, throughly taking his time in pleasuring your body. The complete 180 had you reacting much more positively then before, sinking into the bed as the pleasure bloomed from little sparks to strikes down your spine the moment his lips wrapped around your clit.

You couldn’t help the way your thighs jolted, threatening to squeeze his head into place. Large hands spread along your warm skin, carefully taking your thighs into his palms and keeping them steady and wide.

“Shiiiit...” Your voice dragged, taking your shirt in your hands for a gentle grip. Gentle was his lips and tongue, circulating your little bud swollen, sucking even softer— your arousal pooled from within down to your taint.

A growing mess that Rex was slowly getting proud of.

His eyes dragged up your body to your face, noticing the way your eyelids rested low on your eyes, lips parted as a mix of soft breathing and quiet moans escaped. Rex’s hand adjusted, allowing his thumb to rub little circles along your labia, slowly removing his lips from your swollen button with a soft pop.

“Looks like I’m actually doing something right, huh?”

It was just like him to tease you at a time like this, lips slick with your mess and his saliva curled into the most devious little smile.

Your eyebrows pushed close, mouth opening a little wider to tell him off, only for the man to lean back down to your clit, returning to his previous ministrations.

“What’s the next step, baby?”

The words were muttered right into your wetness, eyes completely focused on your face and awaiting your command.

Your stomach was clenching into knots, hand moving over to his hair to hold instead of your own shirt.

“Just… ke—keep doing that..” You whined loudly the moment his teeth ever so gently dragged across your clit, a swear escaping you in the process.

His confidence was thriving at this point, and something else as well…. Rex Sloan didn’t put much thought into coming to you, none at all, actually. In his mind, it was nothing more than a friend teaching another how to beat a level to a game.

Nothing more right?

Except, here Rex was with his mouth right on your pretty cunt, feeling his dick twitch with every moan that escaped you. And it sure didn’t help every so often the sweetest Rex, would escape your throat; soft, as if you didn’t want him to hear at all.

That simple conclusion caused just a pinch of annoyance.

A hand of Rex’s moved, two fingers being dragged against your wet slit for a couple seconds before they slowly pushed into your fluttering hole. The man watched you carefully, watching as your eyes shut, a groan escaping your throat.

And with a single curl of his fingers, Rex was getting exactly what he wants.

“Rex, fuck!” You cried out, quick whines soon following. Your legs shook and twitched, you were trying so desperately not to crush his head but as he started to thrust his fingers; pushing at your velvety walls in slick squelches, your will was draining slowly.

You slowly sat up, leaning onto your hands and glancing down at the man with glossy eyes.

“Y—you’re good now.. you do—“ Your teeth dragged across your bottom lip, attempting to shake off the pleasure to get through your sentence. The man wasn’t even focused on you, his fingers and mouth continuing to ruin you utterly and completely. You rested on a single hand, reaching down with the other to uselessly push at his forehead.

“— don’t.. have to finish. Fu—fuck, Rex!”

The pads of his fingers were striking that little spongy spot with each thrust, thick appendages scissoring inside, rubbing against your walls so deliciously you were seeing the back of your skull and stars in one fell swoop. Your words were falling on deaf ears, or rather— ears that couldn’t give that much of damn.

Rex was quick to raise his freehand, pressing it against your stomach and effectively pushing you back to your mattress. You squirmed for a moment before quickly realizing the man didn’t work out for nothing, given he kept you seated completely without even trying.

“C—can’t take.. it, Rex— fuck!”

For the first time in a while Rex was moving away, even if just an inch — bated breath fanning across your cunt — as he released a simple;

“C’mon mama.. let me finish. I can’t half-ass end my lesson without at least getting a grade.”

You wanted to kick him, slap, everything— basically hearing that cocky grin dripping from every word. Instead you could only gasp, feeling him latch his mouth right back to your little button with much more vigor then before, little tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

With both hands you were tugging at his hair, ruining his bun as brown strands tickled your heated skin. Coupled with this, your hips lifted off the bed, driving your pussy right into your face as desperation collected right at the pit of your tummy.

Rex couldn’t help but groan into your wet sex, muttering a soft Fuck my face, [Name] right into you, the vibrations of his words just adding to the already overwhelming pleasure.

You felt that band coming quickly, threatening to pop the longer time went on. And with how hard you were clenching, you knew your end would be intense.

Rex was quick to mutter soft encouragements right into you the moment he noticed how harshly you were clenching, sucking in his fingers so much as if you didn’t wish to let go. The man couldn’t help but grunt the moment the hold on his hair tightened, cock straining at his pants, him wondering if he could come untouched— off your tastes alone.

His name escaped you in one final pleasure filled bellow, coming all over his face and practically locking him into place with your legs. Rex didn’t seem to mind, licking you up, helping you ride out your orgasm perfectly.

Your legs shook from the aftershocks, stomach on fire as you fell back onto your mattress, legs loosening as you breathed. Between soft breaths and strokes of his hair you attempted to calm down, eyes closed and sinking into your mattress.

Only to realize Rex had not stopped once, continuing to lick at your messy cunt, not wasting a single drop of your arousal.

With a loud groan, and much rougher then you intended you were tugging at his hair, lifting him from between your thighs.

“You have to let me catch my breath, Rex!” You huffed out, moving your hips a bit the moment he pulled his fingers out.

Your eyes narrowed at the smile crossing his soaked face, absolutely hating the way he looked downright sexy with messy hair and your essence all over his skin.

“Then hurry up and catch your breath.. I still got a couple of lessons I need help with.”

Your eyes widened, releasing his hair in slight shock as you basically tossed yourself back onto your mattress.

“Five.. minutes.”

[spidernuggets]

Just a thought....

Yeah, Rex is a horny asshole and stuff......... but i just KNOWWWWW he knows how to appreciate pussy, pre and post lobotomy. He will DEVOUR your pussy like he hasn't eaten in years. He'll even go as far as making you sit on his face and gripping your hips so you don't try to lift yourself up. If he suffocates, he'll die a happy man.

BUT even as a horny fucker, I firmly believe he can't take head without whining. Like, all that foreplay and teasing and shit? He'll start complaining and whining if you don't start fully sucking him off. And even when you do, that motherfucking is squirming, like his thick thighs are squishing your face in between, he can't take it.

[moviecritc]

✦ ˚ : · ALL YOUR PERVERSIONS · : ˚ ✦

pairing ☆ mark grayson x fem!reader x rex splode

word count ☆ 6.5K

summary ☆ you and your boyfriend are plotting to get mark to join you for one night

warnings ☆ mdni, threesome, flirting, pet names, subby!mark, making out, oral (f! and m! receiveing), cowgirl, handjob, aftercare

a/n ☆ this was so good in the beginning and i enjoyed so so much writing all the tension between them, but the moment they start to fuck everything is so messy and bad, i apologize i don't have many threesomes (sadly)

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Part 2

Your room at the Guardians’ headquarters felt more like Rex’s than yours. His clothes were in your closet, polaroids of him pinned to your corkboard, and a half-empty bottle of his hair gel sat in the bathroom you’d stopped moving it out of the way. Even the mug you used every morning for coffee was one he had brought over, with a hideous cartoon of a muscular guy and a cheap gym slogan printed on it.

Of course, Rex was there too, stretched out on top of you, lying between your legs with his head on your chest and his hair a mess. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead and across your collarbone. He knew exactly how to fold you, how to handle you in the most impossible positions until you were left breathless.

But your mind was somewhere else. Mark Grayson had shown up to the last mission in a new suit, and you couldn’t stop thinking about how good he looked in black and blue now that he’d ditched the bright yellow.

You and Mark hadn’t even been friends until Rex got shot and ended up practically lobotomized. While your boyfriend was laid out on a hospital bed, you had started talking more to Mark. He’d stayed up with you in the Pentagon hospital waiting room, keeping you company late into the night while you waited for updates on Rex. It surprised you how easy it was to talk to him, how kind and attentive he was.

And that morning, seeing him in that tight suit stretched over his muscles, you'd felt a tingle between your legs.

“What are you thinking about?” Rex murmured against your chest.

“Mmh?” you answered just as softly, your eyes only half-open.

“Your heart speeds up when you’re overthinking,” he pointed out, pushing himself up slightly to press a kiss between your breasts.

Then he rolled onto his back beside you. You rested your elbow on the pillow and your cheek in your hand so you could look at him. Tracing lines down his chest and abs, you bit your lip.

“What do you think of Mark?” you asked, your lips tight, not really sure why you even said it.

He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled.

“He’s hot,” he said casually.

You blinked, a smile already tugging at your mouth.

“What?”

“Yeah. A little weird, but he’s got a strong neck and huge hands,” he listed like it was a grocery run. “And that new suit showed off his will to live. I’m not blind.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly and ducked your head. “You’re insane.”

“You started it, babe,” he shrugged like it was nothing. He pulled the sheet up a bit more over his hips, still watching you. “Does he turn you on?”

You didn’t say anything, but your silence was an answer.

“Ohhh, you’d fuck him too, wouldn’t you?” Rex laughed, tipping his head to the side.

You let out a half-laugh and dug your nails a little into his bicep.

“Don’t laugh!” you whispered, already blushing, hiding your face a bit behind your arm. “I don’t even know why I said that…”

“Yes, you do,” Rex said in that calm, shameless voice of his. “You’re horny and poor Grayson looks like he hasn’t touched anyone in months. That combo ruins you.”

You shook your head, but you didn’t deny it. Your cheeks were hot, not just from the comment, but from how easy it was to talk about it with him. You felt ridiculous, a little filthy, and completely soaked.

Rex watched you for another second before he sat up a bit, propping himself up on one elbow. There was a glint in his eyes.

“What if we ask him?”

“Ask what?”

“A threesome. You, me, and Mark.”

You stared at him like he’d lost his mind.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course I am. You’re already half in love with his abs, and I’m curious.”

Your first instinct was to cover your face with a pillow. But then you lowered it, that nervous laugh still stuck in your throat.

“Rex…”

“I mean it. Worst-case scenario? He says no. Or dies of embarrassment. Although, now that I think about it, that could be funny too.”

“You’re sick.”

“I’m open-minded. Big difference.”

You bit your lip, staring at the ceiling. You were actually considering it. Really considering it. The idea was absurd and shameless. But it also sounded tempting. Because you and Rex had chemistry. You’d known each other for years and had seen each other through every version of yourselves. But Mark… Mark made you feel things you didn’t even realize you still craved.

“We’d have to approach him carefully,” you said finally, quietly, like you were planning a heist.

Rex raised his brows, amused. “Are you telling me you’re really thinking about this?”

“I’m saying if we hit him with the idea all at once, he’ll shut down. It’s Mark. If you sneeze near him, he blushes.”

Rex laughed, dropping back against the pillow, looking at you with a mix of admiration and desire.

“I fucking love you. This is the best thing that’s happened to me all week.”

“We’d have to go in separately,” you continued, thoughtful. “See how he reacts to you. See how he reacts to me. Then figure out a way to hint at it without him passing out.”

“Or flying straight to Mars.”

You both fell silent for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Then Rex tilted his head toward you and added:

“Do you think he’d like it better if you told him, all pretty and innocent-looking, or if I came onto him?”

“Depends. Are you taking your shirt off when you do it?”

“Obviously.”

“Then you go first.”

And you both burst out laughing. Rex wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a slow kiss, his hand gently holding your chin. You pressed your hands to his chest, pushing him back just enough to speak.

“What if he’s not into either of us?” you asked, catching your lower lip between your teeth.

“I doubt it. He’s one hundred percent into you,” Rex said with way too much certainty, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You raised a brow at him.

“Besides, he’d be an idiot to turn us down. We’re hot as hell too.”

You laughed at that, pulling him back down to kiss him again.

✶✶✶

There was no one else at Guardians HQ except Rex. Well, you were holed up in your room so you could hear everything. But Rex had it all planned out. He'd called Mark to come train with him for a bit—hand-to-hand combat. The timing was perfect: they'd be breathless, sweaty, and a little foggy from muscle fatigue. The perfect setup for some touches, a few glances, and a bit of shameless flirting.

The ceiling opened and Mark descended to the center of HQ. He immediately met Rex’s gaze, finding him shirtless and wearing sweatpants hanging low on his hips. For a moment, his eyes flicked down to the V disappearing into the gray fabric, then snapped back up to meet his eyes.

“Hey,” Mark said with a nervous smile, scratching his neck.

Rex returned the smile, lopsided, like that “hey” was the most seductive invitation in the world.

“Nervous, Grayson?” he teased, strolling forward unhurriedly, like a predator who knows he’s got the upper hand.

Mark swallowed hard and quickly looked away, but his cheeks were already flushed.

“No, I just… I’m not used to this.”

“You’ve never trained with anyone before?” Rex raised an eyebrow.

“Oh no, no,” Mark waved his hands a little. “I trained with my dad when I got my powers. But never hand-to-hand.”

“Then we’re gonna have a lot of fun,” Rex grinned. “And no powers.”

“What? Why?” He sounded horrified.

“Imagine you lose your powers. You still need to know how to fight.”

Mark pressed his lips together but eventually nodded with a grimace.

You crept closer to the closed door that led to the training room, pressing your ear against it to hear every word, every move.

Rex took a few more steps, just enough to close the distance between them, without fully invading Mark’s personal space. But he was close. Very close.

“We’ll start slow,” Rex said with a half-smile. “First we work on holds. You just have to try to break free.”

“Okay,” Mark nodded, squaring his shoulders and pulling off his shirt. “I’m ready.”

Rex paused for just a second, he swore it was just one second, staring at Mark’s torso. Then, with a swift move, he circled behind him and wrapped an arm around his torso, holding him just under the chest. Mark exhaled in surprise, hands flying to Rex’s forearms.

“Like this?” he muttered, trying to wriggle free.

“Uh-huh,” Rex replied from behind, dropping his voice. “Can you feel how stuck you are?”

Mark laughed, a bit uneasy. “Yeah. Maybe a little too much...”

“I could lift you off the ground if I wanted.” And to prove it, Rex flexed, lifting him a couple of inches. Mark let out a nervous laugh as his feet barely brushed the floor.

“Okay, okay, I give up,” he surrendered, trying not to think about Rex’s chest pressed to his back.

Rex set him down, but didn’t move away. Instead, he placed a hand on Mark’s shoulder and gently turned him to face him. “Don’t get all tense, Grayson. It’s just training.”

“I’m trying,” Mark said, breathing deep. “It’s just that you’re very…”

He trailed off.

“I’m very what?” Rex asked, feigning innocence.

Mark frowned, hesitating. “Close.”

“Close,” Rex repeated. “Right. Well, hand-to-hand isn’t exactly trained at a distance, is it?” He winked. “But if you want me to back off, just say so.”

Mark was quiet for a second, then shook his head, face a little red. “No, it’s fine. I’m just… still adjusting.”

“Then let’s make that adjustment as smooth as possible,” Rex said, not bothering to hide the double meaning. He patted Mark’s shoulder, then tapped his chest lightly. “You’ve got a good body, Grayson. You’ve been working out.”

“Huh? Thanks,” Mark replied, a bit thrown off. “You too. You’re always in shape.”

Rex ran a hand through his hair. Then he stepped in again, without warning, and this time Mark tried to grab his arm. Rex flipped him easily, and they ended up on the ground. Mark on his back, Rex straddling him, knees on either side of his hips. Rex’s palms were planted on the floor beside Mark’s head.

For a moment, they just stayed like that.

Mark swallowed hard, eyes wide. He didn’t know where to look.

“You okay?” Rex asked, voice low.

“Yeah,” Mark said quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just… wasn’t expecting that.”

“That’s the fun part of hand-to-hand,” Rex leaned in a bit, like he was about to whisper. “You never know who’ll end up on top.”

You, behind the door, bit your hand to keep from laughing. You could perfectly imagine Mark’s face. And you knew Rex was enjoying every second of it. You would’ve loved to barge in wearing your tiniest workout outfit and really make them sweat.

“Wanna switch positions?” Rex asked, still on top.

Mark hesitated. “Isn’t that cheating?”

“Not if you’re enjoying it,” Rex said, fully intentional.

Mark swallowed again, and Rex’s eyes followed the bob of his throat, it was pathetic and hot at the same time. He could feel Mark tense beneath him, breath hitching, eyes lost because he didn’t know where to look. At Rex’s green eyes or the sculpted body pinning him down.

Mark stared up at the ceiling and said, very seriously, “I think I need more practice.”

Rex chuckled softly, still unmoving.

“You have no idea how much I like hearing that.”

Mark blinked like he couldn’t figure out why Rex was still on top or why his body felt hot in all the wrong places.

“Should we… keep going?” he asked, voice a little higher than normal.

Rex didn’t answer right away. He lowered his body just enough for their hips to make contact, just enough for Mark to tense up almost to the point of shaking.

“You sure you want to keep going, Grayson?” he murmured with a crooked smile. “Because it looks like you’ll explode if I do.”

Mark swallowed so loudly you heard it from behind the door. You thought about going back to your room, just hearing them was making you feel half turned-on, half jealous but you couldn’t stop listening.

“I’m just… focused,” Mark tried, voice increasingly unsteady.

“Focused on what part exactly?” Rex asked, lowering himself fully now, like the concept of personal space had never existed.

“On… the exercise.”

“Uh-huh.” Rex pretended to believe him. But his gaze locked onto Mark’s like he could read his mind. “Then you should try to break free, don’t you think?”

Mark nodded. He tried. He placed his hands on Rex’s chest (big mistake) and pushed gently (another mistake). Rex didn’t budge an inch.

“That was adorable,” Rex said in a low voice, softly laughing. “But if you want me off you, you’re gonna have to ask.”

Mark looked back up at the ceiling. Opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“Rex…”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head a bit, with doe eyes and a tiny smile.

“Are you flirting?”

Rex let out a low, slow laugh. He sat up a little, but not enough to let him go.

“You think I’m flirting with you?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Mark frowned harder. “Maybe.”

“And does it bother you?”

“No,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “Just… not used to it.”

Rex leaned back down, noses almost touching.

“Well, get used to it,” he whispered. “Because I’m not done with you.”

You, behind the door, bit your fist to keep from sliding it between your legs right then and there. Rex was playing dirty. Very dirty. And Mark, even if he didn’t fully get what was happening, was already hooked.

“Now,” Rex added with a smile, “let’s try that again. This time, really try to get me off. I wanna see what you’re made of, Grayson.”

Mark nodded, swallowed again, and got ready.

✶✶✶

"That was- probably one of the hottest things you’ve ever done and I wasn’t even seeing anything," you tell him, lying on top of Rex while you rode him.

He looks you straight in the eye, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you closer.

“Mmh, you should’ve seen him,” he groans, pressing hot kisses to your breasts. “He was all flustered. He’s definitely jerking off thinking about me right now.”

You let out a soft laugh as you sank deeper onto him, bracing yourself on his chest. You took his face between your hands, squishing it a little, and came thinking about Mark touching himself. You wondered how big he was, Rex wasn’t bad at all, but Mark was a Viltrumite, after all. There had to be some kind of improvement. Rex came a little after you.

You both stayed in the same position for a moment, Rex with his back against the wall and you curled up in his lap, wrapped in his arms.

“Did he seem nervous?” you asked, running your hands across his chest.

“Not really,” Rex shrugged. “He’s awkward, but he enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“That’s perfect,” you smiled, truly.

“Now it’s your turn, babe,” Rex reminded you with a stupid grin. “Get him all nervous for us.”

You looked down with a strange little smile.

“What if I told you I’m the one who’s nervous?” you bit your lip, feeling a little exposed, not because you were naked in front of him, but because of the conversation.

Rex raised an eyebrow, still smiling, and slowly caressed your back with the tips of his fingers. His other hand rested warm on your thigh.

“Why would you be nervous?” he asked softly, like the conversation had suddenly become something more serious, more intimate.

You held his gaze for a moment, hesitant. Then you sighed and rested your forehead on his collarbone.

“Because Mark’s not like you,” you said quietly. “With you it’s easy. You know what you’re doing, you know what you want. You say it. But with him, I feel like if I get too close, I’ll break something.”

Rex laughed through his nose and kissed your shoulder. “Yeah. His dick.”

“Rex.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, still smiling. He pulled you tighter into his chest, and his voice softened. “It’s normal to get nervous. He’s got those puppy eyes that makes you feel guilty for thinking about him naked.”

You laughed, because it was true.

“But babe,” he went on, kissing your temple now, “you know what you’re doing too. If you look at him like you looked at me the first time you eye-fucked me, he’s gonna freeze up. And not out of fear.”

You gave him a light punch in the chest and he chuckled.

“Besides,” he added, lowering your face so you’d look at him again, “this isn’t about doing it perfectly. It’s about having fun. You tease him a little, pass him to me, I mess with him a bit, then pass him back. We eat him up. End of story.”

“What if he doesn’t let us?” you asked, a little more serious now.

Rex looked at you with something almost tender in his eyes. “Then we stop. We’re not gonna push him. But you and I are still gonna have a fucking great time either way.”

You nodded, biting your lip, and curled up against him again.

“Also,” he added, with a wicked grin, “if he doesn’t go for it, you can always keep fantasizing about him while you ride me. That thought already has me hard again.”

You gave him another light smack, but this time you laughed, hiding your face in his neck.

“Idiot.”

“Your idiot,” he murmured, hugging you again. “Now go shower, put on your hottest outfit, and go find our little boy scout.”

You slid off his lap, kissed him softly on the lips, and headed to the bathroom, the one you had insisted Cecil install.

✶✶✶

You weren't sure how to approach Mark. It had been a while since the two of you had had a one-on-one conversation. You'd texted him to see the new Seance Dog movie together, and he had replied almost instantly, saying he'd love to.

You kicked Rex out of your room when you heard Mark arrive. Everything was tidy and perfect. Your hair was down, you wore shorts, a little lip gloss, and had no intention of actually watching a movie.

Mark looked nervous from the moment he opened the door.

You'd invited him to see Seance Dog 3 with the lamest excuse in the world, and he had agreed far too quickly, as if he'd been waiting for days for you to talk to him. He showed up on time, as always, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a jacket, which was already too much given the heat. His hands were buried deep in his pockets.

You greeted him with a smile and, before he could say anything, pulled him into a hug around the shoulders, just a bit longer than strictly necessary. You felt him stiffen slightly at the contact.

"You smell good," you said, half-joking, half-serious, pulling back just enough to close the door behind him.

"Uh, thanks," he replied, already blushing.

You led him to the couch, where everything was ready: the movie paused on the menu, a bag of unopened popcorn, and a couple of neatly folded blankets. He sat carefully on one end of the couch. You dropped down beside him, letting your leg brush against his without offering any excuse.

"All good?" you asked as you grabbed the remote. "You're really quiet."

"Yeah, yeah, all good," he said quickly, staring at the screen like he was expecting something to explode in the screen.

You pursed your lips with a small smile and turned a bit to face him, leaning your arm on the back of the couch. With your other hand, you gently touched his forearm. He flinched slightly.

Mark opened his mouth, then closed it again. He shifted in his seat.

"What's going on, Mark?"

He let out a long, uncomfortable sigh, and then suddenly blurted everything out, fast, like it had been stuck in his throat for days.

"Rex has been flirting with me."

He said it without looking at you, like just repeating it made him feel guilty.

You blinked, unsure whether to laugh or look surprised.

"What?"

"Yeah. He's been doing it since training. Saying weird things. Getting really close. He... touched me. Not in a bad way, but like- like he was testing something. And I didn't know what to do. Because he's your boyfriend. And I feel awful for not stopping him completely."

You looked at him intently. He still wouldn't meet your gaze. You stayed silent for a moment, raising your eyebrows slightly. Not surprised, but clearly evaluating how uncomfortable he felt.

"Did it bother you?" you asked, lowering your voice a little.

"I don't know," Mark admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "It confused me. Because we're friends, you and me too. And I don't want to mess up your relationship."

You moved your arm back to your lap, letting it rest on Mark's knee. He looked at your face for the first time, his expression a mix of shock and anxiety.

"Mark, you know Rex doesn't do anything without me knowing," you said slowly. Mark went very still, looking at your face and then at your lips. He swallowed hard again.

"You knew?" he murmured, as if the idea that both of you were in on it unsettled him more than anything else.

"Of course," you said with a small smile, gently stroking his thigh with your thumb. "And I didn't just know. I liked it."

Mark fell silent. The tension between you grew thick, charged. He stared at your face like he needed to confirm you weren't just saying it.

You simply held that soft smile, your eyes on his, unmoving.

"You don't have to do anything if you don't want to," you added, your voice even softer now. "But don't feel guilty about something that we're both enjoying. All three of us."

Mark swallowed again and leaned back into the couch, letting out a quiet, breathy laugh.

"Damn," he said, running a hand through his hair. "This is... really weird. I didn't expect this."

"Does it bother you?" you asked, leaning closer.

"No," he said quickly. Then slower: "No. It's just... I'm not used to two people I like paying attention to me at the same time."

The confession came out unfiltered, and you both went quiet for a moment.

"You like us?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mark pressed his lips together, red all the way to his ears. But this time, he didn't deny it.

"Yes."

And you smiled. Not because you were surprised, but because he'd finally said it. You moved a little closer. Your nose was almost touching his. You could feel his labored breathing, his gaze fixed on your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked, and that was your only concession to the nervousness you also felt.

Mark hesitated for a split second. Then he nodded.

"Yes."

The kiss was slow. He received you with his mouth half-open, as if he didn't quite know what to do with his hands. But when his fingers brushed your waist, and you took one of his wrists to place it on your hip, he stopped looking so nervous.

He kissed you more confidently. He opened his lips against yours, pulled you a little closer, his fingers barely pressing against the exposed skin of your side. And when you lifted one leg over his and pressed yourself further on top of him, he moaned against your mouth.

"Fuck..." he murmured softly against your lips. And he kissed you again, more desperately.

He pulled you against him and began to move beneath you, almost without realizing it, seeking more contact, more friction. Your hips followed the rhythm without thinking, both of you beginning to pant between kisses.

You pulled away just the tiniest bit to see him blushing up to his ears, his gaze lost on your lips and neck.

"You want me to call Rex?" you asked with a lustful look and sultry voice.

Mark opened his mouth slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He leaned his head back slightly, his hands squeezing the back of your thighs. For a moment he seemed to hesitate, but his mouth went straight to your neck, drawing a few sighs from you. Between kisses, he said,

"Please."

You smiled as Mark traced your neck, even going down to your cleavage. You felt his half-hard cock against your throbbing pussy, waiting for the third. Mark assumed you'd text Rex or call him, but no.

"REX," you shouted, causing Mark to lift his lips from your skin. "No, don't stop, baby, just hold on- REX, COME HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER."

"Yes, ma'am?" Rex opened the door wide open, a grin on his face appearing at the view.

"Mark said he wants you to join us."

Mark made a nervous, embarrassed face. "No, I mean... She- she asked me."

Rex looked at you, pointing his finger at you.

"Did you make him so nervous all by yourself?"

"A little, yes," you admitted with a smile, not moving from on top of him. Mark kept his hands on your thighs, but his breathing quickened as he watched Rex move toward the couch.

Rex crouched down to his level, resting an arm on the back of the couch and looking directly at him.

"Are you sure you want this, Grayson?" he asked, his voice lower, more serious, though his smile was still there, tilted.

Mark nodded slowly, his lips parted. "Yes... yes, I do."

Mark swallowed, his breathing heavier than before. You felt his body warm beneath yours, his hands still trembling a little on your thighs. You couldn't help but smile. Not out of mockery, but because of how precious it was to see him like this: so willing, so committed, so nervous.

Rex noticed the same thing. He leaned a little closer to him, so close that his voice brushed against his ear when he spoke.

"Do you know what's most beautiful about you right now?" he murmured, resting his hand on the back of the couch, circling it. "That you're dying for it, but you keep waiting for someone to tell you what to do."

Mark shuddered. You felt it beneath you, that slight reflex movement, and you stroked your knuckles down his neck, then down to his collarbone. You felt him swallow again.

"Don't worry," you said softly, leaning toward his other ear. "We'll take care of you."

Rex laughed softly.

"But first you have to tell us something, Mark." He took his chin in his hands, forcing him to turn his face toward him. "Do you want this? Do you want us to play with you for a while?"

Mark closed his eyes, his lips parted. He nodded. Once. Slowly. Very slightly.

"We need words, sweetheart," you insisted, running a hand down his chest to his stomach. "Tell us."

Mark opened his eyes and found himself between yours, cornered and protected at the same time.

"Yes. I want you to do it."

"Good boy," Rex whispered.

You felt the effect of those two words on Mark's body. He twitched beneath you, against your thighs, and his breath caught for a single second. Rex reached out from one side of Mark to tilt his jaw toward him and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Rex gave you perfect access to the Viltrumite's neck, where you left hot kisses. You bit his neck, jawline, and earlobe, focusing on leaving as many marks as possible, but nothing appeared on his skin.

You lifted your head slightly, taking a moment to admire the sight of the sloppy kiss Mark and Rex were sharing. When they realized you were simply watching them, they pulled apart, a single string of saliva still connecting them.

"Is everything alright?" Mark asked out of breath, all blushed and messy. 

"I'm trying to give you a damn hickey, but it's impossible!" you said, frowning your nose. 

"Uh, must be some Viltrumite shit," he briefly explained.

Rex was still trying to get Mark's attention back to his lips. Mark opened his mouth to explain himself better, his voice somewhat broken:

"It's just... Viltrumites have like- really tough skin. That's why hickeys don't really work... it's impossible to leave a mark."

But before he could finish the sentence, Rex leaned in without warning and covered his mouth with a deep, urgent kiss, cutting him off.

"Shh, let it go," Rex murmured against his lips. "No need to explain."

Mark looked a little dazed, but soon melted back into the kiss, responding with even more eagerness than before. His hands were trembling, clutching at Rex's shirt like he needed something to hold onto.

"Why don't we move to the bed? Sounds good?" you asked, softly stroking Mark's hair.

He nodded like a boy scout, following your hand to the bed. He leaned with his forearms on the mattress. You and Rex switched sides, now you focusing on his upper body, stripping him. You passed a hand through his chest, poking at the nipples. Then you looked to Rex, that was now only on his boxers. 

"Look at him, Rex," you admired, touching Mark's v line delicately. "Isn't he so fucking pretty?"

"The prettiest." 

Rex kneeled between Mark's legs, causing him to lose his breath for a moment. You noticed it, giving Rex a look. 

"Is this okay, pretty boy?" Rex asked, looking up with big green eyes. 

"Yes. Yes, please." Mark nodded effusively. 

You chuckled a bit. Rex got rid of his pants easily, revealing Mark's plumpy and needy cock, drooling with pre cum. Rex kissed his thighs, pressing his hands against them before taking him all the way down his throat. 

"Oh, fuck-" Mark said, threatening to lift his body if you hadn't put a hand on his chest. 

"Easy, baby," you told him, leaning for a kiss that was interrupted by the disaster of moans that Mark was. "I'll give you a reason to stay put."

Mark didn't know what to do with his hands, fisting in the sheets while Rex bob his head up and down his shaft. Now you throw a leg between his body and his hands loop around your thighs pulling you closer to his face like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Somehow his tongue felt longer than Rex's. And when he started to suck your clit you swore you saw the stars. Your whole body vibrated against him, he's strong and calloused hands keeping you in place. Mark's tongue licked your bud, also moaning. You had a perfect view of how Rex was giving Mark head, taking his cock slowly in his mouth, licking all the veins, keeping the pre cum in the back of his throat. 

"Oh, f- fuck," Mark said against your wet folds. 

"Mark!" you squirmed when his tongue reached the perfect spot. 

You didn't know if it was because you shouted his name or because Rex was doing his job perfectly, but you saw Mark coming all over Rex mouth, chin and chest. Mark kept moaning in your cunt with his tongue abusing your clit. He let you move your hips, grinding against him. 

"Wanna taste him, baby?" Rex asked tilting his head to you. 

You were biting your lip at the moment Rex pressed his lips for a sloppy, wet kiss, with teeth included. 

"Fuck, he's good," Your hips moved slower, Mark riding out your orgasm perfectly. 

You separated your cunt from Mark's face, watching him all glistened and flustered. You grabbed his arm to get him up and went straight to his mouth, kissing him with need. Now you were sandwiched between Mark and Rex, the first one devouring your mouth, testing your own cum and your boyfriend kissing your neck, touching your hips and ass. 

"Can I fuck you?" Mark asked, with pleaded eyes.

You stroked his cheek, giving him a little kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Of course, baby."

Mark was down again, with Rex by his side and you on top of him. You line yourself with his cock, his hands gripping your ass letting you take him inch by inch. The stretch was perfect, you felt him everywhere after Rex had work on him. You kissed Rex while you rode Mark. 

"Ah- you feel good," he muttered, pressing his head to the side. "So good."

Mark's hot, thick and twitching inside of you, you clenching around him. He rolled his eyes back with a soft whine. His hand moves a bit to grab Rex by his arm pulling him to a hot kiss. You rolled your lips harder thanks to the view. Then Mark started pumping his hand up and down Rex's thick cock. 

"Ohhh, God." Rex groaned, running a hand through Mark's hair. He was taking his time with his cock, slowly and deliberately and the same time that he was trying to last with you. 

"Fuck, I'm- I'm not gonna last..." he said, noticing your fast pace. "'S too much."

"You can, baby." you reassured. 

"Come on, pretty boy." Rex added with a grin, licking his earlobe. 

The room is filled with the sound of skin to skin, wetter and nastier every clap. You are dripping all over Mark's cock, a mix of leftover cum and saliva, waiting to be filled with Mark's cum. Rex is moaning a bit quieter, biting his lip. He's the first one to cum all over Mark's abs with a groan, dropping onto the mattress. 

You quickly lower yourself to lick the cum off, grabbing a bit with your fingers and sliding them into Mark's mouth.

"I'm gonna-" he blurts out with your fingers still in his mouth. "I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah, baby? You wanna cum?" you said, accelerating the thrusts. 

"Fuuuck, yes!" He rolled his eyes back, filling you up. 

You came seconds later, with his cock still buried inside of you. Then you dropped to the side, between them. Rex kissed you like he meant it. Mark put his arm around your waist, sticking close to you and hiding his head in the crook of your neck.

Mark was still trembling a little, his breath hot and uneven against your skin. You cupped the back of his head and stroked through his messy hair with slow, soothing fingers. He melted into you almost instantly.

"You okay?" you murmured.

He nodded, but it was soft, almost sheepish. "Yeah. Just… that was intense."

Rex chuckled low beside you. "No shit, pretty boy. You passed out on her pussy for like half a minute."

You felt Mark’s face flush against your neck. You leaned in and kissed his temple. “It’s okay. You were perfect.”

Rex, still catching his breath, reached across you and let his fingers trace Mark’s spine, gentle now. “You did so good, baby,” he murmured, more tender than his usual teasing tone. “Took us both like a champ.”

Mark finally lifted his head, looking between you both, eyes still a little glassy. You smiled and touched his cheek. “Want water?”

He blinked like he was just remembering he had a body. “God. Yes. Please.”

You shifted carefully and grabbed the bottle from the nightstand, opening it and holding it for him as he drank. Rex leaned up to press lazy kisses to your bare shoulder while you did.

Once Mark was settled again, curled against you, you turned your head to Rex and kissed him slowly. No teeth this time, just warmth and softness.

"You can stay the night if you want," you said to the brunet.

Mark gave you a look—half teasing, half genuine—that made your chest tighten. “You sure? Thought you’d be kicking me out as soon as the high wore off.”

Rex huffed a sleepy laugh against your collarbone. “You’re already naked and in the bed, dumbass. Just stay.”

You nodded, fingers still tangled in Rex’s hair, your other hand resting on Mark’s side. “Stay. Please.”

Mark bit his lip, not fully understanding yet why they were so eager for having him, even after fucking him, but you were warm and Rex's hands felt good on him. He didn't fight the comfort of both of your bodies.

[tags: @murderofravens]

[justevelynnnn]

Just helping a friend

Summary: Rex had offered to “help” you out after you broke up with Mark. So, now you’re at his door at 2am.

Pairing: Rex Splode x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MDNI🔞, Smut, oral (male receiving), PiV, cûmshot mentioned, profanity

A/N: This is my first Rex fic. We love Rex over here. He’s so cocky I love it. I also need him carnally.

Anyways, the reader is implied to be part of the guardians and has powers but it’s not specified what kind so go crazy. Also, Mark kinda sucks in this universe.

(Part 2 here)

You didn’t know why the fuck you were here.

This was just so stupid.

You broke up with Mark a month ago and you were having dick withdrawals a week in.

Rex noticed when he saw you looking stressed one day and joked about “helping you”, but you just told him to piss off. Called him a man whore and to get out of your face.

He laughed and just told you that you knew where to find him.

Whatever.

Right?

Okay, then why were you here? Knocking at his door at fucking 2am? In a long tshirt with no panties on?

You couldn’t even answer when he opened the door and you really couldn’t say anything when he stood there smirking either. Hell, you wanted to slap him and run off, but who were you kidding. At this point, a dick is a dick.

“So……” He started. You could tell he wanted you to admit you needed him.

You weren’t gonna beg.

He looked half asleep, hair down which was a rare slight in itself, and loose pjs that just consisted of a shirt and shorts. The hair being down though almost made your heart skip a beat.

“So, nothing. Let me in.” You muttered, but he didn’t move.

“Nuh-uh! Tell me why you’re here baby.” He teased while he crossed his arms and leaned close to your face. You just wanted to slap him. So, so bad.

“Rex. Let me make this clear. I’m not gonna beg you, and you should be happy i’m even considering this shit. Don’t make me change my mind.”

He scoffed and stepped aside. “Fine. But don’t forget you came to me.”

You walked in his room as he closed the door and immediately took notice of all the empty soda cans, dirty clothes and posters of half naked women on his walls. And then the smell of weed hit your nose. You knew robot would freak if he saw the state of this room and almost giggled.

“Um, your room sucks.” You say dryly. You wanted to avoid jumping to the point on why you were here, but you could tell you wouldn’t be able to stall for long with how he was looking at you.

“Wanna know what else sucks?”

You almost didn’t answer. But out of curiosity…

“What.”

“That mouth in a minute.” He smiled a shit eating grin. Your heart fluttered but you ignored it.

“Die.” You spat and immediately pretended to get ready to leave but he stopped you.

“Okay, okay…I’m sorry. Dick move…wrong kind of dick move anyways.”

“Stop with the jokes Rex. Are you gonna be serious about this is or not?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

You stood by his bed and looked around once more. You wondered if it would really be worth it. You prayed it wouldn’t cause Rex to get the wrong idea too. You guys were just friends. Just friends…

“So…you probably know why i’m here…”

“For a dick appointment.” He said smiling again.

You rolled your eyes.

“This means nothing. I swear it Rex.” You pointed at him to make a point and tried to look stern, but, god, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to hurry up and satisfy this itch inside you.

He didn’t say anything for a minute but just kept smiling.

“Rex!”

“I know, geez. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Well, swear it then. Or you don’t get this. I don’t care, I know you’ve been trying to fuck me since forever.” You sighed. That last part was a fib. You didn’t know that but it sure felt like it sometimes.

“I swear I won’t tell anyone. And, i know it doesn’t mean shit when we’re done.” He dramatically expressed, hand on his heart and all.

“Just sex?”

“Yup.”

“Okay….” You sighed.

Now this is the awkward part…getting to the sex.

“Soooo…”

“This was your idea, dude.” You crossed your arms and looked at the ground. Looking into his eyes were impossible now.

He shifted towards you, but you still refused to look at him. Once in front of you he put a hand on your shoulder so you could kneel in front of him and suddenly a strong hand lifted your head and you were looking into his eyes once more. They looked different oddly enough. Already clouded with lust. Who was this?

“I think we should put this pretty mouth to work first…”, he mumbled softly. His gazed shifted towards your lips as a finger slipped inside and honestly who were you not to suck it? At this point why not?

It was hard to ignore his growing bulge especially when it was right in front of your face. It was harder not to palm it through his loose pj shorts.

You started sucking his finger eagerly as you looked into his eyes. The more you rubbed his clothed cock, and the more he bit his lip and groaned.

He pulled his finger out of your mouth slowly, and you let a “pop” sound out. He didn’t take his eyes off of you while he moved to pull his shorts and boxers down simultaneously. His gazed shifted towards on you was heavy as you proceeded to yank off your shirt to reveal you bare chest to him. Really it was all of you that was bare since it was the only thing you had on. He groaned.

He stroked himself slowly to the sight. “Fuck.”

“You like what you see?” You teased cupping your breasts.

“Are you kidding me? When wouldn’t I?”

You giggle as you leaned forward to wrap a hand around him. He fits in your hand almost perfectly, nice and thick. A prominent vein runs up the side beautifully and his flushed tip is already oozing with pre.

“I hate how pretty your dick is.” You whined before licking the underside slowly. Then you licked and teased his tip a bit earning you a delicious, deep moan. Rex never responded to this but a hand held the back of your head as you started to suck gently. You wasted no time blowing him just to hear him more.

If you knew this is the only way to shut Rex up you would’ve suck him off ages ago.

You started to deep throat him over time while you rubbed in his thighs. Your jaw was starting to ache after a while and your throat was tired. He was big enough to hit the back of your throat each time.

You looked up at him a few times and each time he was looking right back at you. Face reddened, but his eyes filled with hunger and desire. He watched you intensely as you tried to give him the best head ever. He watched as spit dripped from your chin and how your pretty eyes watered.

This ordeal didn’t last long. He started to damn near face fuck you as he got closer to finishing, and you had to pull away. You felt him twitching in your mouth and after being with Mark you knew it meant he was going to finish very, very soon.

“Hey, I did not agree to swallowing cum tonight.” You blinked at him. He just groaned, most likely out of frustration, but said nothing.

You got on the bed and you both moved silently. You noted Rex’s lack of immature jokes and jabs since starting this. His new serious persona almost gave you butterflies. You’re were so used to him just cracking jokes, but now…now he’s so focused on you. All of you. The way you moved. The way each curve of your body was on you.

His bed creaks as he gets on top of you. A quick wet kiss is pressed against your neck then another on your collarbone. He kissed you like you were fragile. Big hands hold you in place on each side of your hips.

“You ready?” He asked huskily.

You felt heat rush to your face as you realized what you were about to do. His warm body caged you in and his half lidded eyes anchored down on the soft messed up sheets on his bed. He truly was eyeing you down like you were some goddess. Something divine. He made you feel seen in a way Mark never did and it was weird. You didn’t even like Rex, hell he annoyed the fuck out of you.

But something about him now…

You just nodded and wrapped your arms around him. You felt him probe against you and you mentally prepared yourself though your head still swam. You felt as he inched in slowly. A sigh left both of your lips. Fuck, you needed this.

He gave you a second to get used to him and his size. It’s been a minute. 5 weeks and 3 days to be exact. You couldn’t stop looking at him though. While the eye contact felt intense there was something about him that was different and you couldn’t pin point what. Not yet anyway.

He started moving again a minute or so later after you gave him the go ahead. His hips immediately found a good rhythm as he thrusted into you at a deep but steady pace. You were already a mess. You felt every inch of him once he bottomed out and it felt like heaven. Moans escaped your lips over and over with each slam of his hips. This was a fucking a girl would fantasize over.

You back was arching minutes in, forcing your chest to press against his. Both of you were sweaty and aching but driven by pleasure. His pants and quiet whines fill your ears, making your pussy clench around him. Swears come out and your name falls from his lips like hushed prayers. The sound of him sliding in and out of you only get slicker, wetter, as time went on. It almost wasn’t enough. You didn’t just want him in you, you wanted him in your soul. But that was something you’d take to your grave.

He suddenly pulls out of you flips you over so you were on your hands and knees now, a hand pushing on your back so your ass arched in the air. You whined as a finger teased you.

“Beg.” A quiet, deep voiced command. You bit your lip. You hated how he sounded and how bad it turned you on. How one word made your thighs tremble and your hole clench around nothing.

“Pl-please, Rex.” You whined softly, eyes flicked over his toned body. “Please, please fuck me. Take me. I need it. I need you. Rex…”

A growl. Almost animalistic.

This just couldn’t be Rex anymore.

Regardless, he’s satisfied with your begging and pushes in. It’s even better than went he went in the first time. The new angle has you open mouth moaning. You started getting too loud, breaking an unspoken rule between you two since obviously others were in the building and could hear, so he pushed your face into the pillow. And fuck, did it reck of him. A slight hint of musk, ash, weed, and axe body spray.

His hands, still on the sides of your hips, grip tighter. He was close.

This thrusts were sloppier and he was chanting your name a million times. He kept saying how good your pussy was, how he loved the way your ass moved when it met him. Other murmurs of loving this….you? You probably heard that last part wrong. Head in a pillow and all. But who cared what he said as long as he didn’t stop. You never expected him to fuck this good. Never.

Your orgasm has been creeping up on you. Slowly, like the way a predator stalks prey. And just like when it catches the pray, sudden and quick, that’s exactly how you came. You let out a muffled loud whine from the pillow to warn him and he encouraged you to “cum all over his big, fat cock”.

You weren’t going to argue.

You shook hard and clenched him harder. You body locked. You haven’t came this good and ages. Rex continued to fuck into you but more sloppily. Your body was still shaking from the aftermath when you felt him twitch inside of you. Part of you prayed he didn’t finish inside.

“Fuck, fuck—please, fuck, ahh~” He breathed.

Quickly, he pulled out of you and you felt multiple hot spurts of him meet your back and ass. It was all over you. He came with another growl followed by obscene swearing.

“Holy shit.”

You fell on the bed after all was done. You just couldn’t hold yourself up anymore.

Finally, after you both caught your breath, he wiped you down with some piece of clothing. Probably a shirt. You lifted your head from your pillow to see it was fucking yours.

Okay, the mood was killed.

“Rex-” you whined tiredly.

“What?” Rex smirked still almost hungry. “You won’t be needing it anymore tonight anyways…”

You wanted to ask what the hell that meant, but you were still catching your breath. Your heart still was beating frantically from the height of what just happened.

He finally laid down with you as you rolled on your back, still processing the fact you just fucked Rex. Because you needed dick that bad. And of top of it all, you enjoyed it like crazy.

“Soooo…am I good or what? Better than Mark? Hmm?” Rex said in his usual playful tone. He laid a hand on yours gently. You didn’t know what it meant, what it could mean now.

“Ugh, shut up.” You gave him a weak laugh, wincing a bit from soreness as you sat up a bit. He laughed back. It was warm. Full of something you couldn’t explain.

You guys sat in silence for a bit. Still naked and clammy. Rex was notably still half hard and you wondered how he wasn’t tired yet. You wondered what this meant for him, sure it was silly because he probably didn’t care, but what if he did? What if you did? There were looks he gave you that did not say “Hey, I’m just fucking you as a favor”. No. It said something deeper. Something he was probably too scared to say, and something you were definitely even more scared to hear.

The drama if you two got together. Especially, this close after breaking up with Mark. The idea of it…it genuinely almost made you sick.

But you noticed how he’d look at you sometimes. When you looked down because Mark bailed on another date, he lifted your spirits with his usual jokes and had that look in his eye when you finally laughed. Or when you got hurt to the point of ending up in the hospital. He was there, by your bed, with that look again. Something soft. Something yearning. Desire. When Mark left, he was there. Always there.

So, when he jokingly pitched the idea of “a dick appointment” to you after you broke up with Mark part of you wanted to throw up. He said it would mean nothing, no strings attached. Just a friend helping a friend. Heh, yeah..

You looked at him quietly in the dim room. And, you finally really looked at him.

He looked at you the same. The smirk was gone. His expression unreadable.

A seed was planted tonight and you were terrified of what it will bloom into.