A thought: Reader biting Dex’s biceps 🥰🥵
You didn’t say cannibal!reader but this feeeeeelsss cannibal!reader
You just can’t help yourself. The position isn’t helpful either, spine pressed into an unnaturally wound arch, ass tucked against the hinge of Dex’s pistoning hips, cock driving into your squelching cunt to breach the soft spongy tissue that clenches down with each sharp sheathe of his length. He’s got his bicep wrapped around the narrow arch of your throat, muscle constricting the air flow as his hips slam into yours, cutting off the air circulation for just that split second before his hips are winding back to do it again, shoving you into the crook of his elbow. Your vision is hazy, glassy from the tears that well through the pleasure shooting through your cunt, unintelligible mewls and pleas leaving your kiss bitten lips, clawing at the ruined sheets bunched around your plush thighs to ground yourself from the pleasure of Dex fucking you back onto his cock. “That’s it, let it all out,” he coos, lips grazing the shell of your ear as you cry out, the obscene sound of skin slapping and your cunt sucking him filling the room. It’s mindless when your lips peel open and your teeth sink down into the bulging muscle of Dex’s bicep, a tumbling groan vibrating against your spine, eyes shut soothing your tongue over the puncture that was already seeping crimson, gnawing at the soft skin with a lapping tongue, “Makin’ me your chew toy now—fuck,” he groans, cock slipping with ease into your spasming pussy, “Go ahead. Mark me up. That’s what you want, hm?” spit slicks the rigid muscle of his arm, tongue soothing the bruising imprint of your teeth settling into his ivory skin, “Come on. Want some scars in the shape of this sweet little mouth.”












