cw: mdni, nsfw, smut, threesome (f/f/m), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f and m receiving), drunk sex, seven minutes in heaven
summary: You, Eve and Rex explore the storage closet in Teen Team's base.
a/n: welcome to the first (of two) threesome prompts i'm doing this rextober!
rextober | kinktober — threesome
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Heavy smoke from the hookah curls around the room, cloud-like shapes draping over the harsh ceiling lights of the Teen Team base. Laughter echoes between the walls, clinks of glass bottles following. When you walk back in from the bathroom, everyone is already sitting on the floor in a circle.
“What’s this? Nursery rhyme time?” you scoff, sitting down next to Mark. He shrugs and points his head toward the couple in front of you.
Sprawled across from you is Rex with Eve sitting in his lap. His usual lazy smirk is plastered on his face, eyes glassy from the booze and maybe something else.
“We’re gonna play truth or dare,” he replies and downs his beer in one go. He burps and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then places the bottle on the floor. “Kate, you go first.”
She rolls her eyes but spins the bottle anyway.
It lands on Mark.
He instantly rubs the back of his neck and blushes, looking away. “Uhh… truth?”
Rex groans loudly. “Oh come on, don’t be such a bitch—”
Eve shoves him on the leg. “Rex, shut up.”
“Truth, okay. Let me think,” Kate says, trying to maintain her nonchalant persona, though it proves difficult with how much she’s had to drink already.
“I have one!” Rex shouts.
Kate waves her hand like she doesn’t care. “Okay, whatever, go ahead.”
“So, Mark. How bad do you want to fuck my girl?”
“REX!” Everyone yells at him in unison, you included. Then all heads turn to Mark… waiting for him.
“You don’t have to answer that,” Eve chimes in finally, breaking the heavy silence.
“You guys suck,” Rex mutters, holding his girlfriend closer to him, though his eyes haven’t left you since you joined. His gaze is burning you alive, and the alcohol travelling down your veins doesn’t help to hide your body getting hotter.
“Mark, do you have a crush on anyone right now?” You ask, trying to get back to the game.
He glances at you quickly as his cheeks get even redder. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
He clears his throat and spins the bottle.
It lands on you.
“Dare,” you say, emboldened by all the booze in your system.
Rex’s eyes instantly light up and his lips stretch into a smug grin. Mark opens his mouth to say something, but the redhead butts in. “Let’s do seven minutes in heaven. You get private time with whoever the bottle lands on.”
Heat spreads down your body faster and you try to hide the slight tremor in your hands as you reach the bottle. You spin it hard and hold your breath. Everyone is staring as it turns around on the floor, slowing down lazily to a full stop on the couple.
“Jackpot!” he chuckles. “Which one of us would you like to get your heavenly time with?”
You take a deep breath and answer, trying to sound confident. “How about both of you?”
Kate’s jaw goes down to the floor and Mark gasps loudly. Rex and Eve just look at each other knowingly, smiling.
“Oh I like that idea very much. What say you, babe?” He asks, sliding his hand down his girlfriend’s back.
She glances at you, knitting her brows like she’s considering her options. “Oh, what the hell—why not?” Eve laughs finally, standing up.
She extends her hand towards you and you grab it without thinking twice. Her fingers interlace with yours and you pace behind her as she leads you to the storage room. The rest of the group follows after you three. When all three of you are inside the cramped space, Rex closes the door and leans on it with crossed arms.
“I’m starting the timer now,” comes the voice of Mark, muffled by the thick wood. “Seven minutes on the clock.”
“You girls heard the golden boy. Better make the most of it,” he smirks, brushing his hands on yours and Eve’s waists. Your breath catches and you freeze, body stricken with the realization of what’s about to happen. “You should start, the clock's ticking,” he nudges.
The adrenaline kicks in, letting you get back control over your body. “And you’re gonna watch, huh?” you guess, stroking Eve’s arms. You can feel her shiver under your fingers and that alone makes your blood boil. Her green eyes go up from your chest to your mouth and linger there.
“Can I kiss you?” She asks, cupping your jaw; her thumb brushing your cheek, your ear between her index and middle finger. You wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer and nod.
When her lips graze upon yours, your stomach flips; heat travels down low with the speed of light. She smiles against your skin and finally kisses you. Her tongue begs entrance and you let her in with a soft gasp. A muffled groan can be heard to your right, followed by a whine.
“Can I join?” Rex begs, voice hoarse.
“What?” Your eyes fly open wide and you break the kiss with the redheaded girl with a plop.
“You heard him,” she purrs, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Should we let him?” she asks, raising a brow. A grin grows on your face as you slowly turn your gaze towards the redheaded boy.
“Please? I’ll do anything and everything—”
“Come here, you loser.” Eve chuckles and yanks him closer by his hoodie, crashing his body against yours. Your pulse spikes when she grabs both yours and Rex’s chins, bringing them closer to her face. You close your eyes and let go, your body taking control over your racing mind.
Soft, gentle pecks from Eve are a stark contrast to Rex’s firm, aggressive kisses. He demands connection with you immediately; his stubble rubbing against your cheek. His arm rests on your hip before it slides down to your ass. He grabs it firmly and you gasp into the threeway kiss.
You feel dizzy, drunk from the beer and the sweet sensation of the lovers’ lips on yours. Your knees almost give out when Eve trails her kisses down your neck, but Rex holds you up, his hand heavy on your butt.
With his girl marking your throat, he takes you in a deep, passionate kiss. His fingers curl around your wrist and he puts your hand on himself; you can feel how hard he already is. You palm him through his jeans and he moans into your mouth; the sound like music to your ears. Mere seconds later, Eve’s hand touches yours, as she busies herself with undoing her boyfriend’s belt. After the soft click of his buckle, she takes his cock out and he hisses into your mouth, gripping your waist tighter as his girl strokes him lazily.
He grabs your shirt and pulls it up before it hits the floor. When his hand is on your breast, you can’t help but whine. The touch is electric, dizzying and oh, so sweet.
Encouraged, your hand finds its way to Eve’s waistband and you graze it, looking her in the eyes, searching for her approval. She nods slowly and her breath catches when you find her already dripping wet, your fingers spreading her folds.
A gentle knock on the door startles you, quickly getting your hand out of Eve’s underwear.
“Time’s up you guys. Get out.”
“Fuck off, Kate.” Rex replies, pinching and twisting your nipple and you swallow down a moan.
Before the handle could go down and reveal your drunk caresses, a surge of pink matter hits the door, creating a lock to keep you safe from the rest.
“Thanks babe,” Rex murmurs, kissing her temple.
“You can pay me back by lying down,” she purrs, letting go of him. He whines at the loss but obeys, buzzing with heat and lust.
“Touch him,” she coaxes, pointing her chin at his twitching cock. You sit down between his legs and take him into your hand, pumping up and down in a tentative, controlled pace.
“Can I suck your man off?” you ask, your voice quiet compared to Rex’s loud gasps. She nods and you eagerly lick a stripe up his length before twirling your tongue around the tip.
“Doesn’t my consent matter here?” he stutters between breathy moans, glancing between you and Eve.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
Eve digs her thumbs behind the waistband of her jeans and shoves them down along with her panties before straddling Rex’s head with her thighs.
“That should keep your mouth busy,” she breaths, as she lowers herself and cries out instantly, the sound surging through your veins straight to where you ache the most.
You lock eyes with Eve; her eyelids half-closed, dark lust behind them. You bob your head up and down, swallowing him deep, moaning in sync with the redheads.
“Hey,” Rex utters your name, “Get on top of me.” He urges, voice hoarse and raspy.
You shudder when the air hits your core, your panties thrown in the corner of the room. Eve’s breathless cries make you clench before you hike up your skirt and sink down on his cock with a gasp. A sharp grunt escapes Rex’s mouth, rumbling low and dark in his chest when he stretches you open. “Fuuuuck, you feel s’good—”
“Get back to work,” she cuts in, pressing her pussy onto his mouth.
You don’t move, settling to the feeling of him inside you when Eve curls her fingers at the back of your neck. She brings you closer, nipping at your lip before diving into a passionate, hungry kiss that’s all teeth and urgency. The taste of her makes your hips finally roll in slow, deliberate circles. You brace yourself against Rex’s torso, feeling the hammering of his heart against his ribs.
The room is filled with her whines, his groans, and your moans. The smell of sex, sweat and alcohol curls around your burning, buzzing bodies. Eve’s fingers are interlaced with yours spread on Rex’s heaving chest. You’re lost in her stark green eyes, glancing at her red, plumpy lips. Her cheeks are flushed, the color creeping down her neck. You can’t help but laugh breathlessly, at how both wrong and good this feels.
Rex’s grip on your hips tightens when you start moving faster, chasing the sweet high. He bucks up into you, syncing his movements with yours. You grab Eve’s waist and feel her riding Rex’s face with more urgency now. Dizziness clouds your head as you near your peak when Eve commands, “Touch yourself.”
Your hand flies off her and straight to your needy spot in a flash, and you start rubbing your clit in tight, hasty circles. You break on a moan when Eve pinches your nipple, twisting it between her fingers.
“Come for us,” she whispers, whimpering at your name. You dig your nails into Rex’s chest and he follows with a long groan, muffled by Eve’s folds.
Your orgasm crashes through you, jolts of pleasure ripping broken cries out of you. You clench around Rex’s cock, hard, and his movements falter, becoming more erratic. He spills into you in hot, thick ropes, painting your walls white. While you ride out your high, Eve shudders with her boyfriend’s name on her lips repeated over and over again, grinding on his face.
Silence that follows is interrupted only by your ragged breaths, slowly calming down. You ease off, flopping next to Rex and starting to laugh, while Eve gets off him, legs limp. They join you, giggling and chuckling when the realisation of what you just did hits them as well. It’s only then that the knocking becomes more noticeable, followed by Robot’s monotone voice.
“I can’t open the door. Who’s in there?”
“Me and two angels,” Rex smirks, voice rough but satisfied. “We’re in heaven.”
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cw: mdni, nsfw, smut, p in v, oral sex (f and m receiving), face-fucking, forced proximity, kidnapping, enemies to lovers kinda
summary: You spend what might be your last night on Earth in captivity with Rex.
a/n: at first it was a struggle to write this prompt, but when I had one line pop into my head, i built the whole scene around it and it ended up being one of the longest prompts! hope you enjoy, you horndogs <3
rextober | kinktober — kindapping
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A huge, muscular goon shoves you inside a dimly lit room, making you trip and fall on the cold concrete. The skin on your arms and thighs burn from scraping on the floor. You try to sit up, though it proves difficult with your hands tied down.
Rex is pushed in next, and you curse quietly—of course you’ll be sharing your last moments in one cell with this asshole, both of you stripped to your underwear.
When the heavy metal door closes, he glances quickly at you then burns the rope constraining his wrists. He massages them and walks away from you, heading towards the thin mattress lying on the floor. You clear your throat and raise your arms.
“You forgot about something?”
“Oh really?” He turns to face you, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Just fucking help me, will you?”
“Only if you admit it was your fault we got caught.”
“Ugh, fine. It was my fault. Now free me, prick.”
He smirks, then kneels next to you as he grabs the rope twisted around your wrists. When it starts burning, the whiff hits your nose immediately and you shake your hands, throwing the remaining constraints to the floor.
“Thanks,” you mutter, massaging your wrists. A groan escapes your mouth as you stand up to stretch your aching bones.
Rex sits down on the mattress, his back facing you. You come up and sit as well, leaning your back against his. His skin is warm and soft against yours which is a nice contrast to the stone, wet cold of the cell.
“I’m too young and too hot to die like this,” he starts lamenting, throwing his hands up. “If I get out of this alive, I’m fucking quitting. I’ll open up a bar somewhere on a beach and serve drinks with tiny umbrellas.”
You don’t answer and close your eyes, already sick of his pathetic voice. Your mind drifts and takes you to the last time your body was this close to someone else—it’s been months since you had sex, maybe even years. You sigh quietly, angry at yourself for even thinking something so jovial. But the truth stings nonetheless—you might die here, unfucked in ages.
Your skin prickles and you shiver, the cold of the cell getting to you faster than you expected. Maybe you’ll just freeze here to death, which sounds better than being shredded to pieces by whatever monsters might wait for you behind the celldoor.
Rex shifts and catches you in a tight hug. You turn your head to him, bewildered. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Come on doll, you’re freezing. And I run hot. Don’t want you dying here from turning into an icicle.”
You smirk. “Yeah, right. You just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”
“Well, you do look better without clothes than I expected,” he says, smirking back at you.
You roll your eyes but don’t push him away. His strong, muscled arms feel nice against your skin when he starts rubbing your back absentmindedly, and you shiver again. Probably just still cold.
After some time spent in silence, you feel your eyelids getting heavier and yawn. Now that the adrenaline has gone down, you feel how tired you are.
“Let’s go to sleep, we need to rest. Save our energy. And when we wake up, we can come up with a plan,” you say and look for something to cover yourself up with for the night. There’s a thin blanket folded messily on the floor in the corner of the cell. When you pick it up, it turns out to be quite small. You glance at Rex who’s already grinning and you groan.
“Guess we’ll have to cuddle,” he says, all smug and cocky, like you weren’t just hours from your possible deaths.
You don’t say anything, just lie down on the dirty, beat-up mattress and cover yourself with the smelly, scratching blanket. He’s behind you in seconds, scooping you up and hugging you tight. Your breath catches when he plants his big palm on your abdomen, snaking his other arm under your neck. In other circumstances you would yell at him, but now you need all the warmth you can get. You let your eyelids drop down—falling asleep proves easier in his embrace, and you definitely don’t like it.
Just when you were to cross the border of the waking world, his palm travels down to your hip, then to your thigh. You want to swat his hand away, but your body doesn’t listen and just lets him melt you. When he reaches your ass, something pokes your thigh.
“Seriously, Rex?” you finally snap.
“It’s not like I can control it, can I? I’m a healthy man touching an almost naked woman.”
“I knew it was a ploy to get into my pants, you sick fuck.”
“Well, you’re not cold anymore, are you?”
Your lips press into a thin line—he’s not wrong.
“Now’s when you say thank you,” he whispers into your ear.
“Fuck you.”
“You’re welcome,” he chuckles.
His palm finds your arm and he starts rubbing it gently, calloused fingertips grazing over your prickly skin. He trails it down to your ribs, playing with the underwire of your bra. His thumb traces the curve of your breast, and your breath quickens, catching up with the racing pulse of your heart. You can’t pretend it’s from the cold anymore; the heat floods your veins with his every touch. He grabs your jaw and tilts it towards him. You can barely see in the dark, but you can tell that smug smirk is there on his face.
“You like that, don’t you?” He asks, voice hoarse.
“No,” you answer through clenched teeth.
“Liar,” he says and grinds on your ass once.
“Do that again and I’ll kill you myself,” you spit.
He grinds again. “Oh really?”
“You motherfucker,” you growl, turning to face him. Wrong move—he catches your waist and pulls you closer, your chests flush. His eyes are half-closed, laced with something you’d rather not name.
“Listen, if we are to die here, I’d rather go down with an empty ballsack.”
You gasp and try to push him away, but to no avail—he only holds you tighter.
“You’re so fucking crude. And arrogant.”
“Isn’t that what you like about me?”
“There’s nothing I like about you.”
“Keep telling that to yourself. But I know you have the hots for me.”
You try to slap him, but he catches your wrist and leans in, his breath warm on your cheek. “Cause I know I have. And it doesn’t help when you’re so pissed at me.”
“Rex—”
“Let’s just have one nice thing before we die, huh?” He murmurs, putting your leg over his waist. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
He doesn’t give you a chance to reply and closes the distance, kissing you with feverish want. His tongue slides over your lips, begging for entrance. Before you can stop yourself, you let him in and grab him by the neck, making it hungrier; the mixture of lust and anger fueling you.
He chuckles and swiftly pulls you on top letting out a low, satisfied sound. You whine into his mouth when he squeezes your ass, the sound of fabric rustling between your bodies. His hands guide your hips rolling against him, chasing the friction. You let go of whatever’s left of your dignity and keep grinding, soft moans slipping through your lips. When his hand travels upwards to unclasp your bra you quickly pull it off and throw it away. Seconds later his palms are on your breasts, kneading them with practised ease. He thumbs your nipples, circling them; hardened fingertips rough on your buds.
The kiss is dizzying, consuming you completely, letting you forget about your tragic situation for a moment. Your teeth clash against his, tongues moving together in one rhythm. Your fingers thread through his silky hair before curling into a fist. He groans deep and breaks away to mouth at your jaw, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to your chest. Shiver runs down your spine when his mouth finds your breast, sucking gently, tongue sliding over your nipple. He nips you hard and you desperately clench around nothing, grinding on him faster.
His jaw is slack, lips swollen when he moves his head away to look at you. He inhales sharp through his teeth, hands smoothing up and down your sides. You’ve gotten used to the darkness and could see that he’s staring at you like you were his last meal. The silence between you is charged, bodies buzzing with lust.
“Sit on my face.” He orders, his voice hoarse.
“What—”
“Did I stutter? Sit on my fucking face,” he growls, tugging on your underwear.
You bite down on your lips before slowly standing up. Your legs tremble with anticipation when you peel your panties off and let them drop to the floor.
“C’mere, girl.” He drags you down by your thighs and you lose your balance, but his strong arms guide you down, your knees caging his head. Not a second passes when he dives in, spreading your folds with his tongue. A guttural groan escapes him the moment he tastes you and hears you gasp.
“God, you taste like a fucking five-star dinner,” he says, voice muffled. Normally you’d tell him off, but nothing about this is normal. Your back arches when he starts sucking on your clit; ragged breaths escaping your mouth. You rest one hand on the wall, sliding the other into his hair, gripping it tightly. He opens his eyes and looks at you with hunger you have never seen before. Just that makes a shiver run down your spine.
“Can I— can I taste you too?” You ask breathlessly between moans.
He raises a brow and moves you down, his swollen lips curved in a merciless smirk.
“Thought you didn’t like me,” he says, all smug and cocky.
“‘Cause I don’t,” you reply and kneel next to him. “Get up before I change my fucking mind.” You rush him, swatting him on the chest. He huffs a laugh and stands up quickly, his tented boxers right in front of your face. You palm him through the thin fabric, feeling every vein as your hand slowly slides up and down along his length.
“Stop fucking teasing,” he rasps, grabbing your wrist.
You twist your hand out and pull his underwear down in one clean motion. His cock springs free, flapping against his stomach, before he inhales sharply through his teeth.
“You were never subtle, huh?”
“Likewise,” you smile, curling your fingers around him. You stick your tongue out and lick his balls, which earns you a shiver from him. He rakes his hair before sliding his fingers into yours, pulling you towards where he aches most.
“Come on, show me what those pretty lips can do,” he says, voice laced with need, nudging your mouth with his tip. You take him in slowly, swirling your tongue around.
“Fuuuck— yes, mama, keep— keep fucking going,” he groans, tightening the grip in your hair. You glare at him, but let him move your head. He goes slowly at first, savoring what might be his last blowjob ever. You plant your palms on his thighs and feel the rising tension in his muscles as he fucks your face faster and harder. You swallow his cock deeper with each thrust, a few tears slowly running down your cheeks. Unable to breathe anymore, you pat his leg. He lets out a dark chuckle and rolls his hips once, twice more until he lets go of your head. You push yourself away with a plop to gasp for air.
“You fucking jerk,” you rasp, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He steps out of his boxers and drops down to his knees in front of you with a stupid grin.
Before you can say anything, he cups your face with both of his hands and bites your lower lip gently before pulling you into a passionate kiss. The tenderness of his touch surprises you, every nerve in your body lighting up. Your eyes close, your body drowning in his soft embrace. You roam his body freely, feeling every defined muscle, every scar under your fingertips.
He suddenly breaks away and turns you, making you fall down on your palms. His hand lands on your ass, kneading it firmly. You twist your neck to look at him, face filled with irritation. “You know you can use your words, right?”
He waves a hand at you. “Yeah, yeah, but that’s boring. You ready?”
You lift a brow. “Ready for what, exactly?”
“Oh, come on, don’t be stupid. Want me to fuck you or what?”
“Hope you’re as good at that as you are at pissing me off, asshole.”
“There’s only one way to find out,” he replies, nudging at your entrance with his cock.
“Just fuck me already, Rex,” you snap back, arching your back.
Without needing to be told twice, he thrusts in smoothly, making all air leave your lungs at once.
“Put your head on the floor and your hands behind your back,” he commands. The change in his voice makes you oblige without objecting. He crosses your arms on the small of your back and grabs both of your wrists into one hand; curling the fingers of his other palm around the back of your neck. The angle lets him go deep when he starts moving his hips. You let your eyes close and you gape, swallowing down moans. Every time he buries himself inside you, all you can hear are his groans and insults.
“Fuck, you’re taking me—ngh—so well for such a—such a brat,” he pants out, emphasizing each word with a thrust.
“Faster,” you whisper, at which he chuckles but obliges.
The room falls quiet if not for the lewd sounds of your bodies slapping against each other; your ragged breaths syncing. Just when you are about to reach the peak, he pulls out—making you whine at the loss.
“Get on top of me, gorgeous. Wanna see them tits bounce.”
You look at him over your shoulder. “Seriously?”
“What? It’s a compliment—learn to take one.”
You roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts as he lies down next to you and pats his lap.
“Come on, we don’t know how much time we have left.”
A shiver of dread runs up your legs. You glance at the cell door, trying to catch a sound of anyone on the other side. He slaps your thigh and you send him a gaze that could kill on the spot. But he makes nothing of your frustration and grins widely.
“What you waiting for, sweetheart? No one’s coming—not including us, of course.”
“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, straddling him. You guide him back inside and start moving your hips slowly, taking your time. He smacks your ass, sound echoing around the cell and you start going faster. You brace yourself against his chest, nails digging into his skin.
“Shiiit, girl—you ride me like you were born for it. Bounce for me, c’mon—yeah, just like that.” He licks his teeth, smoothing his hands up your thighs. You grit your jaw, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your sounds.
With every roll of your hips, his cock hits that sweet spot inside that makes your toes curl. Your movements become more erratic, chasing the high again. His grip on you tightens when you clench around him, before slamming up into you with brutal force. Your head drops down and you can’t help but let out a dragged out, loud moan.
“Yeah, I knew you’d—fuck—like that. Let me hear ya, don't be—hmpf—shy, babe.”
Before you think of something to say back, he starts fucking up into you with maddening speed. It doesn’t take long until the sharp snap of his hips tears the fight out of you. Heat coils and bursts, your body shuddering as he drags your orgasm out of you, grinding deep until you collapse against him, whimpering into his shoulder. He slows his thrusts down, cooing sweet nothings into your ear.
After your breath calms down, he suddenly flips you off him and drops you to your knees. Just when you want to yell at him, his fist tangles in your hair.
“Open that pretty mouth,” he growls, pulling you closer to his cock.
You glare up at him, but your lips part anyway. He fucks into your mouth a few times and spills down your throat, groaning. You swallow on instinct before you drown in his come, his low laugh buzzing in your ears. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and start laughing too—the sound bitter and raw, filling the dank cell.
Rex plops down next to you, stretching on the thin mattress with his arms behind his head.
“Best last night ever,” he beams, grin stretching wide on his face. He looks around and lifts up quickly when his gaze stops on something. “Or… maybe not the last?”
“What the fuck are you—” you start, but he’s already on his feet, striding over to your bra and picks it up, twirling it around his fingers. Not a few seconds pass when he plucks the underwire free, dropping your undergarment to the floor.
“Rex—”
“Relax, I’ve got it.” He kneels in front of the cell door and starts picking the lock, sticking his tongue out in concentration.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me. You’re busting us out and I’ll have to run for my life tits-out?” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Hey, the guards will be too distracted to aim,” he grins, not looking back at you.
You throw his boxers at his head, but he dodges, chuckling quietly. His eyes are fixed on the lock, practiced hands fiddling the wire inside it until it clicks open with a soft sound.
He pushes the heavy door just enough to peek out. You hold your breath until he turns back to you, eyes glinting with mischief.
“Come on, princess. Freedom waits—and so do your clothes.”
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cw: mdni, nsfw, smut, p in v, mirror sex, established relationship
summary: You have an opportunity to reflect on yourself.
rextober | kinktober — mirror sex
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Your face gets pushed against the cold surface of the mirror as Rex fucks into you with maddening strength. You can barely push yourself away to see yourself in the reflection.
“You like looking at your pretty face, don’t ya? When I ruin you from the back?” he pants with a smirk, hand tightening on your shoulder.
You want to answer, but the only thing that gets out your mouth is a moan. Your eyes wander to his as you splay out your palms flat on the mirror.
“Fuck—that’s—that’s what I wanna see,” he thrusts hard and holds in for a moment. “That look—” he sucks in air through his teeth as you clench around him, “—that fucking look.”
He sets back a punishing pace, hitting your cervix with brute force. Broken cries leave your mouth as you close your eyes. He smacks your ass hard, sting flooding your entire cheek.
“Open your fucking eyes and look at me,” he growls, grabbing your waist in a bruising grip with his calloused fingers. You obey and see his reflection—sweat dripping down his temple, brows knitted over his green, wild eyes.
“I just love seeing your tits bounce when I fuck you.” Every word is emphasized with a thrust, each getting deeper into you. His hand gripping your shoulder travels to your throat, curling his fingers around it. With a hold tight enough to remind you he’s still in charge, your breaths get more shallow, contrasting with the depth of his thrusts. Smeared fingerprints trail behind your palm as it slides down the mirror. You cry out and clench around him again, shiver running down your spine.
“I won’t let go until you see yourself—shit—losing it on my cock.” He’s almost out of breath, his hips stuttering—a telltale of his own release. “Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
With less air coming to your lungs, each hit on that spot inside you leaves you dizzy. Your knees buckle down, but he holds you up, gripping tighter. Heat coils down low in your stomach, almost ready to snap.
You reach down between your legs and start touching yourself, impatient for the release to happen. Ragged breaths from behind tell you more than words could, and you circle your clit faster, with more precision.
When your orgasm hits, washing over you, his eyes never leave your reflection. He fucks up into you, dragging out sharp, muffled moans from you. Leaning in closer, with his breath hot against your skin, his movements become more erratic and desperate.
A low, guttural groan leaves his mouth as he buries himself to the hilt and tenses, his cock twitching inside you with his release; your name repeated like a mantra.
His head falls between your shoulderblades as he’s panting loud, slowly calming down. Hold on your throat loosens and you take his hand, kissing his knuckles softly.
Rex takes you closer to him, gentler now, his thumb grazing along your waist. You can feel him smiling and when you look up, you see it mirrored back at you.
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cw: mdni, nsfw, smut, p in v, exhibtionism, a sprinkle of voyeurism and cuckoldry
summary: Rex likes to fuck you in the open where anyone can walk. You don’t mind—as long as your man is happy, you’re happy.
a/n: this one goes to @queen-of-gotham. thanks for choosing this prompt, i'd otherwise not do it and now i'm so glad i did! also, we're officially halfway through my prompt list, it has gone by so fast! can't wait to share the rest of the one shots and drabbles with y'all horny asses <3
rextober | kinktober — exhibitionism
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“Yo man, what’s up?” Rex greets Bulletproof loudly when he walks into the break room filled with the lewd sounds of your ass slapping against your man. Zandale’s frozen, staring at you two—Rex fucking you from behind on the couch, your tits bouncing when he pounds into you.
“I should be asking that,” he finally states after a moment, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Isn’t it obvious?” The redhead replies, accentuating each word with a roll of his hips.
“Hi Zandale.” You lock eyes with the new guest and moan shamelessly, heat coiling down low, torn between shame and thrill of a bystander experiencing your act.
“I guess I’ll come back later—”
“You can stay and—fuck—watch if you’d like. Right babe?”
You look at him over your shoulder before turning back to wink at the other man.
“Sure, why not.”
He gapes at you like he’s considering before turning on his heel to leave. “No thanks, you freaks.”
Rex smacks your ass so hard it sends a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure right up your spine. “Come on, man. I know—mpf—you’d love to be in my place,” he yells after him.
Zandale stops mid-step and turns slowly with a smirk. “Oh really?” He walks up to the armchair and plops down, legs sprawled wide. “Then show me what you got.”
“With pleasure,” Rex deadpans, returning the expression.
Not a second passes before he pulls you closer to him up by your hair and you yelp, surprised but turned on even more. Your skin prickles as he fucks up into you, the new angle making his cock drag deliciously against your walls. Shameless moans fill the room, dragged out and loud, seeming to affect Zandale more than he’d probably like to admit—his smirk faltering with each time Rex thrusts into you with brute force and precision.
Warm, wet open-mouthed kisses on your neck make you shudder, clenching desperately, your orgasm steadily crawling to hit your body in the blissful pleasure. You cry out when your lover pinches your nipple, hard and relentless; his groan vibrating against your skin.
“Damn, doll—you dig him watching us fuck this much?” He murmurs into your ear, voice hoarse and utterly delighted. You nod hurriedly, melting in his tight embrace as he plays with your breast for your unexpected spectator.
Your whole body is on fire with the weight of two gazes— Rex’s possessive, Zandale’s hungry—and you can’t decide which one makes you wetter. “Like what you see?” you coax the man, words blurted out between moans and whines.
He shifts, trying and failing to hide his growing erection pressing on his jeans. His jaw works continuously, teeth gritting hard, lips pressed into a thin line. He can’t peel his eyes off your ass clapping against Rex’s stomach, staring where your bodies connect. You devour the man sitting across from you with your eyes, almost ready to reach your peak.
“My girl asked you a question, man” Rex pants out, sweat running down his temples, hair sticking to his forehead. He sets a punishing tempo, leaving you squirming and desperate, heart racing wildly.
“As much as I regret admitting this—” he pauses when you whimper loudly, trembling under his gaze, “—I do enjoy this.”
“Then watch this,” redhead crows, voice dripping with delight and exhaustion. Sharp gasp fills the room when your man’s hand snakes between your legs and he starts rubbing on your clit frantically, matching the pace with his moves, his thigh muscles working overtime.
Powerful rut of his hips tears a strangled sob out of your mouth and your back arches like a bow when you fall apart on his cock, shockwaves gripping your body with pleasure flooding your veins. Your eyes are glued on Zandale as your walls flutter around Rex when he bucks up one last time and freezes, emptying himself inside you with a guttural groan. He bites down on your shoulder as he rides out his peak, his dick twitching inside you.
You both start laughing when he pulls out, his come dripping down your legs to the couch. Just as your heartbeat finally slows down, you hear the other hero sucking in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. “God fucking damn,” Bulletproof grits, palming himself harshly.
Rex chuckles triumphantly, one hand kneading your breast. “Told ya.”
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cw: mdni, nsfw, smut, p in v, wall sex, cheating, extremely dubious consent, actually kinda noncon
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summary: Rex finds out you cheated on him. He gets pissed and pins you against the wall.
a/n: this one is definitely the darkest and most violent one shots i've written. i know it may not be everyone's cup of tea, so if you find this disturbing—don't force yourself to read. I of course do not condone behaviors like that IRL
rextober | kinktober — wall sex + dubcon/noncon
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“You fucking bitch,” Rex yells, fists clenched tight at his sides.
You cross your arms over your chest and knit your brows. You knew it was coming eventually, he had to find out somehow. Your insides twist—you have never seen him this angry before.
He takes a step in your direction and shoves you back. “What, you’re not gonna even defend yourself?”
You put your arms outfront, defensively. You feel your pulse quickening; he never got physical like this with you. Yes, Rex is a hothead and gets angry easily, but this is new.
“Still quiet, huh?” he hisses and walks towards you like a predator, his eyes burning with fury. You walk backwards, trying to keep the distance between you two until your back hits the wall.
He walks over and cages you in, planting his hands on both sides of your head. He leans in very close, squinting his eyes, his breath fanning over your mouth. You put your hands on his chest and try to push him away, but he is immobile like a statue.
“Did he fuck you better than I do?”
Your legs weaken, arms start shaking and breath gets shallower. You can’t speak, you’re too afraid.
“I asked you a fucking question. Did. He. Fuck. You. Better?”
“I’m not answering that,” you say, voice weak and thin.
“Oh yeah? Need a refresher?”
“What? No—”
“Then answer my fucking question, you whore.”
You weigh your options. And both are terrible. Doesn’t matter what’s the truth—if that guy fucked you better, Rex might probably beat you, he’s so livid now. And if the guy was worse, then he’s gonna be infuriated you did it for nothing.
So you grab his shirt, curl your fingers in it and yank him down until your lips crash together. He doesn’t pull away, if anything, he deepens the kiss, your teeth clashing. He grabs your throat forcefully, tilting your head to the side to push his tongue inside your mouth. You feel the lingering taste of beer on him; of course he already had his drink today.
“You think you can just—” he growls into your mouth, teeth scraping yours,“—fuck around behind my back and walk away?” His voice is rough, ragged, almost cracking, and the words send a shock straight through you.
His tongue invades your mouth again like he owns it. You try to push back, but he’s immovable—every inch of his body pressing you into the wall, grinding into you with a force that makes it impossible to breathe.
Your pulse hammers, a mix of fear and desire as your hands slide up to his shoulders, nails digging in almost instinctively, pushing, trying to reclaim some space. “I—fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
“Sorry?” he hisses, and it’s almost a laugh, sharp and bitter. “You’re standing here like sorry fixes this? You—” He grips your thighs and you lose ground under your feet, back slamming against the cold wall. “—you’re mine,” he growls, voice low, rumbling in your chest. “Fucking mine.”
You bite his lip, hard, and he groans—hands tightening on your thighs. “Oh, you’re feisty,” he mutters, voice thick. “I like that.” And suddenly it’s not just anger—it’s betrayal, lust and fury, all tangled together.
He quickly undoes his jeans and takes out his already hard, throbbing cock. Then he snakes his hand under your skirt and rips your underwear from your body, ripping into you in one clean, hard thrust. Pain and heat explode through you, body screaming at the sudden stretch, but your moan betrays you.
“Did he make you feel like this? Huh?” he growls, teeth scraping your shoulder, his face dark with fury and lust.
“I—I—” you gasp, voice shaky, but it comes out as more whine than words when he drives into you with brutal precision.
“Don’t lie to me!”
“No… never…” you choke out, breath ragged, heart hammering in your chest.
“You little—fuck—fucking whore,” he hisses, voice snapping, every move rough and punishing. “Take it. Take it all. You’re mine, do you hear me? MINE!”
You don’t answer, you can’t—his hand tightens around your neck harshly. When he lets go, you cough and gasp for air. But before you can gather yourself, his palm strikes across your face, tearing a surprised yelp out of you.
“That’s for cheating on me, you skank,” he snaps through clenched teeth, eyes squinting. You could still see the betrayal and anger in them. “And that’s—” he catches your jaw, painfully twisting it to the side and sinking his teeth into your neck, “—to make sure you know who you belong to, bitch.” A silent scream gets out your mouth, blood slowly trickling down your skin. He fucks up into you frantically, keeping his grip tight on your chin, making you meet his furious gaze. His other hand bruisingly digs into the flesh of your ass snapping against his thighs.
“You gonna be fuckin’ good now?” he spits, sharp features tightened in a scary grimace.
“Yes, yes, Rex. Please—”
“You don’t get to beg now. Shut up and take this cock like the slut you are.”
Fear creeps up your neck, making hairs on your neck stand straight. You obey him and stay quiet, the sound of flesh striking flesh the only thing filling in the room. His breathing gets ragged, sweatdrops falling lazily down his temples, stray hair sticking to his damp forehead. It’s not long before he spills into you with a guttural moan, biting down on your shoulder, eliciting one last moan from you. He stills and buries his head in the crook of your neck. You can feel his heart hammering wildly against his ribs with your hand splayed on his chest.
Rex finally pulls out and lets go of you, making you fall limply down to the floor, face flushed with heat and shame.
“It was the last time you humiliated me like this,” he warns, voice hoarse, buckling his belt. He shoots you one last, bitter look, glaring at you while zipping his jeans. You try to say something, but your voice is stuck in your throat.
“Pathetic,” he scoffs and turns on his heel, leaving you confused and messed up on the floor.
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cw: mdni, nsfw, smut, mutual masturbation, webcam sex, overstimulation, a bit of orgasm control, power play, established relationship, dom/sub undertones
summary: Who needs hot streamers when you got Rex?
a/n: hi pookie @poetryearns this one is for you, i really hope it's what you dreamed of <3
rextober | kinktober — webcam
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Late evening chills enter your room through the open window, moon shining bashfully inside, blue tinted light contrasting with the warm, orange glow of lit up candles on your sill. Lower lip caught between your teeth, you tuck your legs underneath you and fiddle with your laptop webcam a little more while waiting for him to answer the video call.
You glance at the preview and see what he’ll see any moment now—bare thighs squeezed together sticking out from the maroon hoodie hanging loosely on your frame, swallowing you whole.
“Finally,” Rex’s voice crackles through the speakers, warm and teasing. He’s sprawled across the hotel bed, hair dripping from a shower; drops trickling down his shirtless torso. His hand is already low, palming himself lazily over the bulge in his sweats like he’d been waiting.
“You nervous, or just torturing me?” he asks, grin so sharp it could cut diamonds.
You chuckle, lip corner curling up, tugging at the hoodie sleeves. “Maybe both.”
His laugh rumbles, low and fond. “God, you look so fucking hot in my clothes. Got anything underneath?”
You shake your head quickly, heat blooming on your cheeks.
“That’s my girl. Knew you’d be good for me. Now—” his tone drops, firm, dark, “—grab the wand.”
“I—okay.” The sudden change of his voice leaves you lightheaded, all blood rushing down. You reach over to your nightstand and take the rabbit wand with a trembling hand.
When you spread your knees open, his hoodie riding up your thighs—Rex groans under his breath, hand snaking past the waistband of his pants.
“Make sure the angle’s right, or else you’re gonna regret it,” he growls, stroking himself unhurriedly.
You nod and slide the toy up and down your folds, the tip gliding with ease thanks to you being utterly wet since even before the call has started.
“Slowly,” he commands. “I wanna hear every single sound when you take it.”
You press it in with a soft gasp and look at him, waiting for his word.
“Turn it on.”
You do as you’re told and the first hit of the vibrations make your hips buck up, muscles tensing instantly. He chuckles, but there’s no humor in it, only lust. “There she is. Fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous.”
A high moan slips through your lips with his sweet praise and the already almost overstimulating pleasure of your rabbit wand thruster. Your eyes close shut as you focus on Rex’s coos and purrs as you ride the waves flooding your body. When you’re nearly there, at your peak, you turn the power down, unable to stand it any longer.
“I saw that,” he barks instantly, voice rough and sharp. “Turn it up and don’t you dare take it out until I say.”
You open one eye to glance at the screen and see his face close-up to the camera, brows knitted with that expression that makes you both fear him and crave him.
“B-but Rex, I can’t—” your voice breaks on a gasp when you turn up the toy.
“Yes, you can. Do as I say or you’ll be harshly disciplined,” he grits, moving back to lie down on the bed, his hand working faster than before. “And make that angle better, I want to see everything.”
Fixing up the camera proves difficult with a thruster rearranging your insides, though you try your best to obey. With a trembling hand you move up the webcam so it captures you fully as you fight for your life. The heat that has coiled down south is almost ready to snap, your whines and sobs breathier and more frequent. Your clit is begging for mercy when you up the vibrations, making you clench tight around the toy.
“Rex, I’m—I’m gonna—ngh—come, please—” you manage between moans with a shaky voice, body trembling and going limp under the immense pressure and pleasure. Cracking grunts coming from your laptop being the only thing keeping you bound with this universe.
“Fuck, yes. Yes, baby, ride it out. Ride it out—mmhm—for me.” Rex’s voice comes in harmonious waves, fist flying over his cock freed from his sweats.
The toy’s thrusts and vibrations fill you up until everything boils over, spreading all over you like electricity. Your whole body melts like a candle with your orgasm crashing down, tremors of the aftershock syncing with Rex’s name on your lips said over again like a prayer. Just when you absolutely can’t take it anymore and slide it slowly out, his voice comes again, raspy but clear:
“Did I say you could stop? Keep. It. In. You look hot as fuck barely surviving it.”
Tears prickle down your cheeks, slipping slowly to your neck as you whimper, body quaking violently. “Oh God—Rex, please—”
“Please what? Darling,” he chuckles, “I know you’re a fragile little thing, but—fuck—just a moment longer, come on. For me.”
No words come out of your mouth as you try to focus on calm breathing despite your chest heaving like you ran the marathon. Your pussy spasms with another orgasm which makes your back arch painfully, silent scream at your lips. You can feel the toy overheating, the thruster hitting your sweet spot time after time.
Your eyes fly open wide when you hear him yelp, your name getting to you through the speakers. “Fuuuuck—” Rex groans, white ropes painting his abdomen. “—now, babe.”
The wand flies away from inside you as you push it out with a cramp, a dragged out sigh of relief filling your room. You collapse on your pillows, clit and your walls throbbing from overstimulation.
“Baby, damn. You did so good, my sweet princess,” he huffs, wiping his stomach with a genuine laugh, that cocky grin stretched wide.
You lift your head just enough to see him, heart still racing. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t—I tried… ‘twas too much.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to be back so soon,” he coos leaning into the camera, “I’m going to help you ride it out more. Such a good girl you are.”
“Yes, thank you, I want to be perfect for you, Rex.”
“You’re perfect doll, you just need a little more practice,” he winks and ends the call, leaving you dizzy and utterly fucked out.
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cw: mdni, nsfw, smut, biting, temporary/permanent marks
summary: Rex knows he belongs to you and wants everyone to know.
a/n: @spaghetti6622 hey babe i hope you like this drabble <3
rextober | kinktober — biting + temporary and permanent marks
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His bedroom is dim, bathed in moody red light. The sweet smell of roses linger around the space, thanks to the scented candles set up on the window sill. The red hue stretches across his face, complimenting his auburn hair and dark skin.
The slow roll of his hips elicits soft moans and gasps from you, your nails digging and raking down his back and chest, leaving hot trails behind. He groans deep and low in his throat at the touch, leaning down to capture you into a passionate kiss.
You break away to mouth at his jaw, finding your way to his neck. When your lips graze against his pulse, he shivers. You start sucking, biting on the thin skin, marking your territory.
“You’re mine,” you pant, voice raspy, tangling your hand in his hair. “Only mine.”
“Yes, yes—fuck, I’m yours,” he replies, his voice borderline pathetic. “Ride me, babe. Please.”
Not waiting for your answer he scoops you up as you curl your legs around his waist and sits up, not sliding out of you for even a second. You shift and settle before your hips find their unhurried yet punishing, precise rhythm that always makes him completely undone.
Your teeth sink into his shoulder and he yelps when you bite down hard enough to draw blood. You lick all the drops slowly pouring out and your movements quicken, the metallic taste leaving you dizzy and hungry for more.
“I want everyone to see that—fuck—you’re mine.” You growl before your mouth finds his neck again with practiced ease, sucking and pulling on the gentle skin. “Mine to love, to fuck, to ride.”
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