Debrief: Rex cheated on you… again. You want him to understand the pain.
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI - 18+, cuckoldry, cnc with Rex, p in v with mark
You let him in because you already know he’ll come. You both know the ritual: a text, a desperate arrival, the same apology tangled in the same tired voice. Tonight the hallway smells like rain and something faintly of his cologne; an afterthought he thinks will soften the edges of hurt. It’s worked on you before, after all.
Rex on your doorstep looks smaller than he ever used to. Maybe that’s on you; maybe he’s always been that size and you just never saw it. He drops the excuses that you could already recite before he crosses the threshold, scattering them like confetti that you don’t bother catching anymore.
“I’d do anything,” he says before his feet have quite decided where to stand. The words are raw with a kind of pleading that used to make you soft and compliant. Tonight they do nothing. You watch his hands; the little tremor when he thinks you’ll take him back— and you remember every night you sat on the wrong side of the bed mending him… yet you stay broken. Because two weeks ago he cheated. Again.
“Anything?” you echo. You don’t move from the kitchen island. The light pools across the floorboards, warm and unbothered, just like your resolve. You’re calm, and that calm is the one thing Rex adored about you. Even if it was nerve wracking now.
Rex swallows, “Anything, babe, I’ll— God, I’ll—” He flashes between sincerity and scriptedness, the way a man who’s been given too many opportunities too often, learns how to pray when he doesn’t deserve another.
Before he can invent another promise, the doorbell rings. You watch his face shift—curiosity, annoyance, then a thin, but surprised look as you answer it.
Mark stands there with a small bouquet you didn’t ask for and the exact kind of quiet that perks Rex’s attention. He’s the opposite of Rex in ways Rex hates but can’t name: steady, careful, unshowy. He steps inside like he’s been invited to a private joke only you and Mark understand.
“Hey,” Mark says, and his voice is soft in the way that does not demand attention but does command respect. He looks at you first, like checking the weather; then he looks at Rex, eyes steady and appraising in a way that reads the room and refuses to participate in chaos.
Rex attempts a smile that collapses under Mark’s silence. You motion for Mark to sit across from you, thanking him for the flowers. Leaving the two of them in your living room for a moment to put the bouquet up.
You don’t explain to Rex what’s going on. Mark sits. He folds his hands, and the ordinary, small movement feels like a lesson in how to be composed.
When you come back, You set the rules without drama, “You wanted to do anything,” you say, looking at Rex. “So I’m taking you at your word. There’s no shouting, no begging. You’ll Just watch.”
Rex’s jaw works, his eyes narrowing as he looks between you and the guy he considers a friend, “What— what is this?”
“You said you’d do anything to get me back,” you say, your voice a bit cold, forced as you look at him, “I want you to know how it felt to know you’ve been out sleeping with whoever.”
Mark’s smile is almost apologetic— gentle, a little amused. He reaches for your hand and squeezes it once, reverently, like he’s affirming a fact, not stealing anything. You’re all friends, but you know how to push Rex’s buttons.
Rex’s breath hitches, “You can’t— this is humiliating.”
“Just like it was humiliating to me to find out you slept with someone else behind my back… again?” you ask simply before adding, “You made this bed.”
Mark starts talking to you in that low, deliberate way that makes conversation feel like shelter. He remembers small things: the way you liked coffee with two sugars and how you always tucked your hair behind your left ear when you were nervous. He praises the way you handled the meeting you had last week, the quiet steadiness with which you make decisions with the team and with other heroes. The praise is intimate because it is precise, polar opposite to Rex.
“You’re brilliant,” Mark says, and he doesn’t flirt. He names qualities, and every syllable is a clean mirror to you at your soul, “You don’t need saving. You’re patient and fierce in equal measure and you forgive more than anyone should…” before he gives a pointed look to Rex, who shifts under Mark’s gaze and rolls his eyes.
His praise lands on you like sunlight— gentle, warm. Mark wasn’t saying these things in a tone that sounds like love, because that’s not what this is. It’s not about swapping one man for another in your book either. It’s about demonstrating what it looks like when someone sees you fully. You needed to make a point to your ex boyfriend.
Rex flinches at each detail. At Mark’s mention of the way you hold your coffee cup, at his recall of your nervous habit. You can see the old arrogance that Rex uses as armor, crack because he recognizes what Mark’s offering: attention without manipulation. It’s attention he can’t buy with apologies.
“You hear that?” you ask, and your voice is careful, almost clinical, “Do you hear how cares?”
Rex’s hands ball into fists at his sides, “I never meant—”
“You never meant to hurt me, sure,” you cut in, knowing the same, tired, old lines he uses, “That’s what was so convenient. Your intentions were tidy; the consequences weren’t. You meant to have your cake, and that I’d clean the crumbs. That was the plan.”
Mark’s hand tightens on yours— not to possess, but to anchor. He meets Rex’s eye and, for the first time since he walked in, says something that’s not a balm, part provocation and truth, as he gently tugs you over to his lap, which you go, purposefully and intentionally.
“You made her choose forgiveness over herself too many times,” Mark says, his large hands settling on your hips, “That not nobility, Rex. It’s you doing damage control.”
It’s the kind of sentence that leaves the room reverberating. Rex looks like he’s been struck in the chest, watching the way you so comfortably settle into the Viltrumites lap.
“And what the hell would you call this, huh!?” Rex snaps back and the way you look over your shoulder at him has Rex shrinking once more.
“Payback.” You say firmly, “and if you want any chance of me taking you back, you’ll sit there and watch.”
And before he can argue, your lips are on Mark’s, hips rocking in his lap, either from your doing or Mark guiding you, Rex really can’t tell.
His face is hot, some weird mixture of pain, jealousy, and lust swirled together in his chest. Rex’s eyes stare at the rock of your hips, the way your ass is grinding in Mark’s lap makes him shift on the opposing couch, adjusting his cock in his pants casually.
Then he hears you moan, that sweet, needy sound Rex is used to making you make. Only now it’s Mark, one of his strong hands gripping into the fat of your ass through those shorts you’re wearing.
Rex watches, helpless, part of him wanting to intervene as he watches your pretty acrylics drag down marks chest, listening to the soft way you sigh when Marks lips start dragging across your jawline and down your neck.
He shouldn’t be getting hard from this, from watching his girl being touched by his friend, but he can feel his cock starting to strain against his pants, especially when Mark curses when he pulls your shirt off.
Rex can’t blame him, he knows just how hot you are, and he swallows when your gaze lands on his. You’re checking his reactions, and weird enough, Rex doesn’t want to let you win. He’ll do what he has to get you back, but he knows you’ll back down before this goes too far with Mark.
At least that’s what he thought. Silly him.
Because Mark’s got you fully undressed now, laid back on the couch, dragging his huge cock through your soaked folds, watching you gasp at the feeling.
Mark had already gotten you off on his tongue and his fingers a few times, making sure he could comfortably fuck three of them into you before even attempting that monster he calls a cock. The sight of it alone was making Rex feel very inferior.
Rex, while confused about how turned on he was watching this whole situation, trembled in his seat, deciding he couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t take the way you praised him, and moaned Mark’s name, “alright, babe. That’s enough. I get it okay?”
His voice pulls you out of the daze, your pupils blown and cheeks completely flushed as your head lulls his direction, unamused at the interruption at first, until you catch the way tears are brimming in his pretty green eyes. He’s obviously crushed, and hurting, having to witness this in real time.
For a moment, Rex thinks he’s won but then you frown, not satisfied with his punishment yet, you lean up and press your lips to Mark’s again, whispering a soft “Fuck me”
The whimper Rex let out was just pathetic, shifting back against the couch again, as he watched the way your back arched off the couch, Mark’s cock gently splitting you open.
Hearing the way you moan at the way Mark’s cock fills you up has Rex shaking, his hand moving to palm himself through his pants, feeling heat coil in his stomach watching Mark ruin you with every thrust of his hips.
Your nails drag down marks bag, cock-drunk, completely lost at the feeling of marks length bullying your cervix, the sounds of sex filling the room. Your went cunt is squelching and marks moaning, rambling about how good you feel, talking it up a bit for the sole purpose of getting under Rex’s skin.
“Shit— you like that huh? Can tell by the— nngh— way that pretty pussy is squeezing me.”
Rex’s breathing is heavy, his heart racing like it’s him the one fucking you, he doesn’t even notice the tears slip down his face as his hand slides into his pants to fist himself at the same rhythm mark is fucking you at.
He doesn’t know how long he watches this hot-ass torture for, but right as Rex was on the cusp of cumming, Mark pulls out of you, spilling his hot load all over your stomach as you cum around nothing… and suddenly Rex’s hand and shirt are covered in his own release.
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I love the pervert!mark fanfics but… what if pervert!rex? eh? eh?? you see the vision I’m showing???
lowk imagining him unabashedly taking user’s panties or boxers and bringing it up to his nose to sniff aggressively, especially when he’s away from home and he has at least a whole box of user’s underwear. in post lobotomy he would at least ask politely now even if you still dated him despite being an asshole and all
bonus: Rex slowly finds out about scenting so he purposely sprays user’s underwear with his own cologne so you’ll perfectly smell like him once he goes down there for a meal <3
a/n: omg ofc i would love to... tbh i haven't actually watched much of invincible so i will do it before the lobotomy. actually anon you're a literally genius i was talking about this w one of my friends but more of for mark but rex is totally it as well. he's an asshole but he wants you. wait lowk i wasn't sure if you wanted it to be est. relationship but i thought it would be super juicy if there wasn't! cuz u know then it's supppper perverted.
MDNI- pervert reader, pervert rex.... panty stealing, m masturbation, (no est. relationship, he's literally just a freak.) PinV unprotected (wrap it before you tap it kids) , oral (m! recieving and f!) assertive r! and rex
wc: 4.2k. (freaky)
what it involves: rex is your roommate, one that you just couldn't get along with no matter what you tried. it was annoying cuz you liked him. finally you've had enough, and you decide you're going to try to find him with one of your panties, but it's a bit more than what you've bargained for.
a/n: sorry anon this too soooo long to write idk why.
rex is an asshole. there's no doubt about it.
in some ways, he's one of the worst roommates you've ever had. he's loud, obnoxious, and he almost always is playing some dumbass meme music that you can definitely hear from your room.
you're always knocking at his door, trying to get him to turn the music down so you can get some shut eye before some exam or something else that's quite important, but he tends to ignore you.
sometimes, if he's in a good mood, he'll tell you that he'll do it, and he'll switch it off for awhile. key word, awhile.
he may be an asshole, but he's a good looking asshole. and that pisses you off to no end whatsoever, because what do you mean, you literally need him so bad you can't function properly when he stretches at the breakfast table.
what do you mean, you hate how thin the walls are in your house because you can hear him fucking some other girl, and god she sounds like she's enjoying it a bit too much....
and sometimes, he can be nice. if he knows you've had a bad day and you can't deal with him at all, he won't play his music, and he'll cook dinner or buy take out for the two of you.
he'll make sure to clean up, and when you protest, he'll go, "well, i'm the best anyway, so just remember that."
but the main thing that pisses you off about rex, is that he gets all up in your personal space. he's always barging into your room, not even knocking before he does it.
he plays his music too loud behind closed doors, but the music can still be heard outside.
but what you don't know, is that behind that closed door, he's fisting his cock to the thought of you.
he plays his music so you can't hear him groaning your name as he thinks about fucking you on your couch, having you sit on his lap reverse cowgirl as he spreads your bottom lips open to watch where you're connected to him.
his favourite is when you wear his favourite black little lingerie that he gets to rip off of you with his teeth alone, before you scream his name out when he sheaths himself into you.
as your roommate, rex manages to get a lot of spank material about you, just living around you and watching you live your life out.
one time, when you were both in the kitchen together, he watched you reach up the cupboard, your shortest sleep shorts moving upwards to give him a glance of your tight panties hugging your cunt, mound obvious even from where he's sitting.
he came to that so many times he's lost count, and that night alone he masturbated until he passed out.
rex hates how he's obsessed.
he hates how the first thing he does when he gets home from being out all day is sniff the air of the house, seeing if he can still catch your sweet, sweet perfume in the air, despite that you've been out for the last five hours.
and when he knows you've just showered and have gone to your room, he hates how he basically sprints to your shared bathroom, thanking whatever gods that gave him this tiny ass house he shares with you that has one bathroom, and that you keep your laundry in the basket there.
he hates how he feels just the slightest bit of guilt when he fishes through the laundry basket looking for the freshest pair of underwear that he knows you just wore, the ones where he can smell you fresh and sweet, and he hates how his cock twitches so painfully in his pants.
and god, does rex hate how he doesn't even last more than 20 pumps of his hands when your panties are pressed so close to his nose he might die of asphyxiation, but he knows it'd be a happy death.
with each passing day of his dirty, dirty habits, rex gets more depraved and addicted.
he starts bt not bothering to wash your panties once he's done with them, just leaving the panties back in your laundry basket, covered in his cum.
he doesn't try to hide the fact that he's started to keep your underwear, no longer returning it back to the laundry basket, tucking it into his own drawers to keep for himself as keepsakes of his obsession of you, and your smell.
you ask him if he's seen your favourite pair of panties, as you tell him that your underwear has started to disappear more often, and he shrugs, saying that it's probably just the washing machine eating them all up. they usually turn up weeks later, and your favourite red panties have disappeared a total of 5 times in the last 5 weeks!
he's suspicious and you know it, but the idea of rex, oh so arrogant rex, on his knees for your used panties? it sends a hot burst of...something into your stomach, and you can feel your panties getting damper, not that you'd admit it!
rex is getting braver, you can tell. it's now just a matter of catching him in the act.
he's started to sneak into the bathroom when you're showering, with the spare key that you don't know exists, and he steals the dirty underwear that you've left on the floor to throw into the laundry, and with the dirty underwear pressed to his nose, he uses the clean ones to get himself off, wrapping them around his cock, thinking about you putting them on without a clue.
he cums in those panties, leaving them on the sink for you to wear, just waiting for you to put them on so you can smell like him, and when he does this again tomorrow, you'll already smell like him. that thought sends a devious grin across his face.
when you come out of the shower after that, you can feel your panties are a bit heavier than before, but you put them on anyway, and you immediately feel the wet spot from his cum, because the thought excites you more than you could possibly explain.
sometimes, he doesn't even use them for his own pleasure immediately. he takes his cologne, and sprays the wet spot right where your entrance will be, thinking about how your entrance will smell just like him. the thought, hours later, gets him shooting his load all over his desk, where he was staring at up skirt picture of you he'd managed to sneak.
you finally catch him in the act one day.
you'd been planning this for weeks, slowly building up the courage to finally confront him and get what you want from him.
you've been telling him for weeks about a made up conference that you'd have, telling him that you'd be out for most of the day, reminding him through small things such as saying "don't bring anyone over when i'm gone, i don't want them going through my things" and "don't let anyone trash my shit."
and so you get ready. you wear your red underwear that you know he loves, and you leave the house. you plan to come back four hours or so before you tell him you'll be back, to see if you can catch him in the act.
when you get home, the house is a bit quiet. you open the door as quietly as possible for you, taking your shoes off and setting them by the door as quiet as possible.
you walk slowly, and with purpose, setting your coat up on the hanger, and you walk towards his room.
as you near his room, you can hear some grunting, and the wet sound of skin on skin.
you can hear the low murmur of words, but can't quite make out what's being said.
as you near the sounds, you can make out what's being said.
he's grunting out your name, saying; "god, you really want this, don't you. you love smelling like me. you're such-hngh- a dirty girl, wearing your panties with my cum on them"
"god-" he whimpers, rex actually whimpers, "i bet you taste so good, fuck-" and you can hear the desperation in his voice.
but soon, you realise, the sound isn't coming from his room, it's coming from yours.
rex is in your room, fucking his fist to the thought of your pussy clamped around his dick, squeezing him like a vice.
based on the sounds of his voice alone, he sounds like he's close, and you decide this is the best time to interrupt, thinking about the look on his face alone is getting you wet as hell, walls fluttering around nothing.
you push your door open slightly, and you see rex. he's lying on your bed, his sweatpants pulled down to his thighs. you see his cock strained and flushed a dark colour, and god, his thick tip is gorgeous. you can't wait to sink down on it, feeling it bully against your cervix.
his eyes are screwed shut, and your panties are pressed against his nose with one hand, the other one gripped so tightly around his dick it looks like it might just actually hurt.
he has his eyes shut so tightly, and the wet sounds of his cum 'shlick, shlick' sound across the room.
the sight is gorgeous, and you can't help but appreciate the view in front of you.
rex's abs are flexing under the dim light from your lamp, sweat is beading on his chest. but the real show, the real show is his dick. it's bigger than you imagined, and you can feel the drool collecting in your mouth from the way you're salivating for its weight against your tongue.
you want to taste the precum beading at his pretty flushed tip, but all in due time. he needs to pay for stealing your underwear, making you go commando around the house, feeling sticky in your shorts when you're near him.
he doesn't notice the dip of his bed when you sit down quietly, and only opens his eyes when he hears your breath hitch. your face is pretty and flushed, lips wet and breaths shallow.
"you having fun without me?" you ask, and you cringe slightly, but it's too late now, it's already out of your mouth.
he stops immediately, yanks your panties off of his nose and throws them across the room, as if you haven't seen them already.
his hands drop from his cock, resting on his thighs as he stares at you, open mouthed.
it elicits a response from you, the arrogant rex quiet under your gaze? goddamn, you could get used to this.
"oh no, don't stop on my account. you really seemed to be enjoying yourself." you essentially purr out, getting excited.
rex can only stay quiet as you look at him, a dirty grin on your face, now.
"need a hand?" you ask him, seeing how he just sits there open mouthed.
you watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows, and he nods.
oh god, you're gonna cum untouched in your shorts like some teenage boy.
you shift forward, moving towards him. his hands move from his thighs, not entirely sure where to rest.
you move them gently out of the way, and you sit on your knees, looking down at the view in front of you.
his tip is flushed a light purple-red, and you think he's hard enough that it actually might hurt.
the underside of his dick has a couple of veins that are rather prominent, and you remind yourself that you're going to want to lick them as best as you can when you finally get your mouth on his dick.
your hands wrap around his cock, and he hisses from the sensation, already being so sensitive. you can immediately feel how hefty and big he is.
you struggle to wrap your hand around him, and the thought of this entering you later is exciting to you.
you let go for a moment, and rex is disappointed from the lack of warmth, and just as he's about to interrupt and complain, you spit in your palm, making eye contact with him as you use the spit in your palm to lube him up.
you hear the wet shlick from both his precum and your spit, and rex throws his head back, eyes shut as he fists your hair.
you lean forward, tentatively licking his slit, and he groans gutterly, "fuck- you can't- " and you grin in you kiss against his slit, kitten licking the precum that's spilling over like a faucet, refusing to waste a drop.
and without warning, you wrap your lips around him, taking him inch by inch.
he really thinks he might bust any moment now, and he needs to fight it. he can feel his abs tightening up again, and you can hear him almost...whimpering?
"god, you feel so goddamn good. you were keeping this hot mouth from me? god baby, you're taking me so well."
the compliments are really going straight to your cunt, and your panties are slightly uncomfortable with how much they're sticking to your mound.
you deepthroat him in one go, choking slightly on his length as you feel his tip bump against the back of your throat.
using your other hand, your hand is splayed across his bare thighs, squeezing the muscle as you try to bob your head up and down, before rex uses his hand to push you down all the way.
using the underside of your tongue, you fondle his veins, and you can almost feel the way he throbs on your tongue, dangerously close to cumming down the back of your throat. the idea is delicious to him, but he doesn't feel right doing that on the first time.
suddenly, rex doesn't seem so submissive anymore, and he pulls you off of him.
when you're using the back of your hand to wipe the saliva away from your mouth, you look up at him questioningly, and rex feels his dick twitch again, just from seeing you underneath him.
"not yet, sweetheart. in due time." he grumbles, pulling you up from the underside of your arm, before pushing you gently onto the bed.
he hovers over you, his arms on either side of your head with his elbows pressed against the mattress of your bed.
and then he kisses you.
rex literally kisses you. it's quick and urgent, and he presses his tongue so roughly against yours your teeth clash together.
it's painful but god you're melting into him.
rex is done holding back. he's gonna take what he wants, after struggling all this time to contain it.
as he kisses you so deep you can feel saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth, he's grinding his raw dick against your clothed cunt. the rough stimulation of your clothes against his dick hurts in a good way, but he wants more, he needs more. he needs you now.
he breaks the kiss, stomach clenching, dick twitching when he notices the string of saliva connecting you two, and he looks at you for permission, his fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants.
you nod, and he yanks them off so hard he moves you down. you laugh, and he immediately clocks in on your underwear, shoving his face in between your thighs, nose bumping against your clit.
your laugh breaks off into a moan, and you can feel him sniff as much as he can.
"god, you smell just like me...fuck, baby, all this for me?" he says to you when he pulls back, grinning up at you.
you can see the slick from your panties slightly brushed across his nose, and you flush, which makes him groan more.
you nod, "all for you, rex."
he grins against your mound, his nose nudging against your clit.
suddenly, his mouth closes around your covered clit, and he sucks harshly, leaving you to let out a mewl.
your hand clasps over your mouth, and you're embarrassed of the sounds that you made, so loud and wanton.
"na, baby, i wanna hear you. can you do that f'me?" he mumbles against your clit, as he pulls your hand away from you mouth, fingers interlocking with yours.
his words against your clit vibrates through you, and you can feel yourself pulse around nothing, completely desperate for him, for his dick.
"rex, please. i wan' you." you mumble, your face flushed and sweaty already.
rex grins arrogantly again, and he nods in compliance. he pulls your panties down, discarding them somewhere across the room, forgotten until later.
he groans at being greeted with the site of your cunt, and rex's mouth drops open.
"oh baby, you're so pretty...you're dripping wet for me, honey." he groans, before he leans in to take a sniff, like the pervert he is.
"rex!" you squeal, pushing his head away from between your thighs with your hands.
rex tuts, "none of that, sweets. this is all mine now, you don't get to keep her away from me." his voice is deep, drizzling like honey.
and without another word, he shoves his face into your cunt.
he spits onto your cunt, drawing back to watch the way it drips between your legs, falling between your ass cheeks.
he groans, rutting his hard-on into your bed, leaking so much he thinks he's about to explode.
he dives right back in like a man starved, flicking his tongue against your clit fast and rushed, and you think, you think you can feel him spelling out his own name; 'r', 'e', 'x'. marking your cunt as his.
you're gonna die, you're gonna die.
"fuck!" you squeal, when he finally pushes his tongue through that first barrier of tight muscle, squealing his name again when he contracts his tongue, causing your tight hole to stretch.
the stretch catches you off guard, but it feels so good, you can't stop thinking about how good his dick will feel in comparison.
"you like that, baby? can't wait to have you splitting apart on my cock." he tells you, before he breaks away from your lower lips, yet another string of saliva breaking between you two.
he grins at the mess in front of him, the flush on your face, and the pool between your thighs.
he finally pushes his fingers into you and you gasp, the intrusion making you throw your head back, clenching down on rex's fingers.
"god, you're so tight. 's all for me?" he asks, smiling down at you.
he starts pumping his fingers in and out, the speed increasing slowly but gradually, and it's almost too much, just because it's him.
he manages to find your soft spongey spot so quickly, making sure he hits it every time. he adds a third finger, stretching you out slowly, to ensure that you can fit him later on.
"all fo' you rex. only for you." you're babbling now, feeling your approaching climax.
rex feels it too, with the way your walls spasm around his fingers.
"you gonna cum, baby?" he asks you, smug written all over his face.
"yeah, yeah i'm gonna-"
with the coaxing of his words, your walls clamp around his fingers like a vice, rex swears, and he pushes his thumb onto your clit, pushing you over the edge.
you feel it wash over you, your thighs clamping shut tightly around rex's hands, which he pries open. your legs twitch, and rex helps you ride through your high.
there's tears in your eyes, from the violent high rex just pushed you through.
you're babbling now, begging for his cock.
"rex- please, i wan' it." you babble, cunt aching for his dick stretching you out, making you cum.
"say it louder, use your words. what is it that you want, baby?" rex asks, cocky as he waits for you to beg for his cock.
"i want your cock in me, please rex, please." you look so sweet underneath him, tears in your eyes and your shirt pushed up to your chest, tits spilling out of your bra.
he leans forward, popping a tit out of your bra, and latches onto your nipple, sucking your nipple hard into his mouth, his teeth grazing over your nipple.
"ah!" you whimper, hand flying into his hair, tangling in his long locks. at some point, rex's hair had come loose, his long hair down now.
rex grins again, against the fat mound of your tit, using his other hand to grope your other one, rolling the nipple between his index finger and thumb.
"aw, well i gotta give my sweet girl what she wants, right? i'm gonna give you my dick until the only thing you can think about is the feeling of my cock buried inside you, stretching you, claiming you, owning you."
with that, rex slowly pushes in the mushroom tip of his cock through the first row of muscles of your tight cunt, into your clasping heat in one smooth stroke. He lets out a guttural moan as your walls flutter and clench around him, trying to adjust to his size.
rex thinks he might cum from this alone, with how wet and tight you are, your insides gripping onto him.
you can feel the veins on the underside of his dick, grind against your walls, the feeling dragging a wanton moan out of
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight" rex grits out, fingers gripping into the fat globes of your ass, as he slams into you in one go, groaning as his cock head hits your cervix.
"fuck me, please!" you scream, the cervix bumping causing your legs to tighten around his waist, nails raking into his back.
it hurts a little for rex, but the look of pleasure scrunched into your face is totally worth it. and he can't wait to see the marks tomorrow morning, marking him as yours.
He hooks his hands under your knees, pushing them up and back towards your chest to expose more of your dripping sex to his relentless thrusts. The new angle allows him to go even deeper, to hit that special spot inside you that has you arching off the bed with a sharp cry.
"Fuck, right there!" rex snarls in satisfaction, feeling your pussy clench and flutter around him. "That's your sweet spot, isn't it? The spot that makes you fucking drench my cock in your juices. I'm going to ruin it, baby. I'm going to ruin it for anyone else." his obsessive side peaking through. rex knows he's never going to let you go after this, even if you try to run away. nothing will make him let you go.
rex's dirty talk is just making you clench tighter around him, and you can begin to feel rex's dick twitching in your cunt. you throw your head back as you moan, eyes closed.
rex leans down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down just shy of pain before soothing the sting with his tongue. He laves the sensitive bud with long, slow licks and suckles, coaxing it to stiffen even further.
He snakes a hand down between your sweat-slicked bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight, rapid circles into the sensitive nub. rex feels you teetering on the edge, your body tensing, breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
all the while, rex never stops with his unrelenting pace of fucking you with his dick, his balls slapping against your skin, hips bruising against your ass. you're gonna be bruised all over, especially where he's been biting you and gripping you tight.
"cum, baby, cum on my cock." rex demands, and that finally pushes you over the edge, spasming around rex's dick. you feel him follow right after, groaning as he drops his head against yours, slowing his unrelenting pace.
With a final, brutal thrust, rex buries himself to the hilt inside your spasming cunt as you orgasm. He grinds against your cervix, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he starts to erupt, painting your insides with thick ropes of his hot, sticky seed.
he collapses against you, trying to catch his breath.
he pulls his half-hard cock out, and you let out a whine from the loss of pressure and warmth inside you.
rex tuts as he watches his cum leak out of your pussy.
he pushes his seed back into your abused cunt with his fingers, tutting about "such a waste", before scooping down and collecting your underwear off the floor.
he pulls your ruined underwear back on for you, letting his cum collect on the panties instead, his spend keeping your abused cunt warm, completely ruining your panties once and for all.
you groan, something about feeling gross, but he grins at you, already thinking of next time, and how he wants you to smell just like him.
but it's totally worth it for him, because when you go shower later that day, he steals them again, using them to get off with the wet splotch from both your cum and his. he sniffs them, eyes rolling back into his head as he groans, cumming just from the memory alone of your walls fluttering around his dick, before he's even touched himself.
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