Summary: post s3 (minus Rexâs relationship with Rae), but everyone is alive and well! nothing bad ever happened! I donât know what you mean!
Youâre apart of the ex-guardians superhero team that are staying at Teen Teamâs base. Your room is next to Rexâs, and he canât ignore the noises he can hear through the wall.
Warnings/tags: Minors DNI, 18+ pls and thank you this is smut. Unknown mutual masturbation, porn reference, smut but no physical contact
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: for all my Rex girlies, because there simply arenât enough fics so Iâm coming out of hibernation after 3 years off.
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Long days, intense fights, and constant training meant that when you finally crawled into bed way after the sun had gone down, you were knackered.
Your suit was discarded in a heap on the floor and you had told Cecil if there was another emergency tonight he could find someone else. Youâd been through too much lately.
All you craved was some time to relax, and nothing seemed to be working.
None of your favourite shows were hitting the spot, you didnât have the energy to read a book, and the thought of doomscrolling on your phone made your nose wrinkle.
There was only one thing that would help.
You werenât even sure if you wanted it, but you knew you wanted that release, that blissful chilled out feeling only one thing could give you.
âFuck it.â You sighed into the darkness, shimmying off your pyjamas and leaving those on the floor beside your suit.
Once you were naked, you loaded up the default porn site you always used in moments like these, and began scrolling.
Your actions started slowly, a hand tracing down your stomach to your folds, where two fingers traced lazily around your clit in circles.
You knew you were doing this just to feel something, anything, that wasnât to do with fighting or training. Something that didnât require losing any blood or killing anyone. You just wanted that release.
You just didnât know the walls were so fucking thin.
For the third time in two weeks, Rex led in bed, wide awake and staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the noises he could hear coming from your room.
He had no idea why the walls were so thin, or why it seemed as if your beds were pressed up against each other, or why he couldnât bring himself to plug his ears.
He knew he shouldnât listen in. It was invasive and wrong. But it wasnât like he was doing it on purpose.
Rex was a good guy now, and he respected you. It just wasnât his fault that your soft moans made his cock twitch.
He had restrained himself the first time, only allowing himself to listen for the first five minutes while he felt his cock get hard, before shoving headphones on to drown out the noise.
The second time he had truly behaved himself. He had listened to you all the way through, telling himself it was only because he was only curious to see how long it took for you to get there.
And once you had, he had forced himself to sleep while his dick fought against the restraints of his bed covers.
He had woken up in the morning with a wet patch on his sheets, and heat had flushed to his cheeks.
He wasnât an asshole fuckboy anymore, so why had his dream-self done that to him?
The day after he had punished himself by training extra hard, only taking a break when Rudy demanded Rex had gone beyond the point of exhaustion.
But deep down he knew it wasnât youthful impulses or ex-fuckboy tendencies that had made him feel that way about you.
Rex thought you were gorgeous.
You had everything he wanted in a woman. The perfect eyes, perfect figure - hell if he had still been the previous him, he probably wouldâve saddled up to you the first day you joined the guardians with a âhey sexy mamaâ and wouldâve tried to seduce you into bed.
And while half of him was still tempted to try that, he was different now. He admired you for your powers and skillset, and knew how much you cared about saving people. You inspired him, and in Rexâs eyes that added another level to your beauty.
So while he heard you, moaning and panting, he couldnât help the reaction his body had.
He couldnât help it either when he heard his name tumble out of your mouth.
Rex shot up from his bed immediately, his head slamming against the shelves above.
âFuck.â Rex whispered angrily, a hand coming up to rub the back of his head.
He listened to see if you had heard, but you only paused for a second before the soft moans continued.
Maybe he had heard you wrong. Maybe he was going mad, the sounds of you driving him wild enough that he had reached delirium.
But there it was again.
The faint âRexâ slipping out of your mouth while you touched yourself, your phone and the porn you were watching discarded while thoughts of what you really wanted took over your mind.
You didnât even know when you had started fantasising about Rex - probably when he dropped the full throttle dickhead vibe and became an endearing asshole instead. Probably before.
Youâd fought beside the guy. You lived with him. Youâd seen him in just a towel wrapped around his waist after a shower, and youâd seen him beaten and bloody, which shouldnât have been attractive but absolutely was.
Each and every time you caught a glimpse of his hard abs, or each time the light hit his green eyes just right, youâd felt something stir deep within you.
And now you were wishing Rex was deep within you.
Your legs were spread wide, your hands desperately moving while one fingered your hole with unyielding intent and the other teased your clit.
It wasnât enough, you wanted Rex, even if you wouldnât admit it to yourself or to him - ever.
But it was more than enough for Rex. He wanted you, and he didnât want to hold back any longer.
Rex rested his head against the wall, and took his hard cock into his hand, pre cum already glistening at his tip in the low light.
He took one slow stroke, and bucked into his hand involuntarily. And as your sounds got louder, Rex matched your pace.
He moved his hand at the tempo of your rhythm, straining to control his breathing so he could concentrate on your own.
âRexâ, his name came again, this time a little louder and more like a whimper.
It sent a shiver across his naked body, and a silent âoh babyâ crossed his lips.
He could hear your pace quickening, knew that soon you would be feeling that familiar tight cord across your stomach, knew that soon it would be all over and he would have to deal with the consequences of his actions.
But as he fisted his cock in his hand, he didnât care about what would come after. He only cared about coming now. Coming to the thought of you, coming to the sounds of your pleasure, moaning for him.
He got faster as your panting got more erratic, and suddenly he couldnât stop himself,
âFuckkk, come on mama.â Rex whispered low, his voice trembling slightly.
And then the band snapped, and you let out a long, breathy moan as Rexâs rhythm faltered and his dick released long, hot cords of cum across his stomach.
All he could imagine was pumping his seed into you, and his head felt dizzy from the high.
For a full minute, all he could hear was his own panting, his breath hitching in his throat.
His dark red hair was uncharacteristically messy, taken out of his usual bun, framing his face as he breathed hard. He blew a strand away.
âFuck.â Was all he could manage to say.
He cleaned himself up and sunk back down into his bed, mind wild and heart racing.
He hoped you hadnât heard him, but couldnât help but wonder what might happen if you had.
And you hoped Rex hadnât heard you, but as that sweet release enveloped you in a state of peace, and you started to drift off to sleep, you wondered what might happen if he hadâŠ
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guys I am so nervous about posting this bc I havenât written any fics in yonks and this is my first Rex and first smut fic ever. God it feels good to get back in the game. Love ya, Leigh x
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