nsfw dc. minors dni.
c/w: fem!reader / dark!sangwoo. pseudo-incest. age gap, power imbalance. grooming. jealousy. obsession. slowburn smut.
a/n: taking my time writing a ji-yong fic rn & this was supposed to just be a small post in the meantime but i got carried away w the concept. for my father fuckers. also where’s the mother? don’t ask me
step-father sangwoo who pulled you into a hug the first time he introduced himself. his hands snaked down to your waist, touch lingering for longer than what could be considered appropriate.
step-father sangwoo who’s so generous to offer you rides everywhere. to your work, to your hangouts with friends. he just wants to make sure you’re getting there safe. it’s his job to take care of you after all, he’s your dad.
step-father sangwoo who’s intrusive with his questions. what coworkers are on with you today? any of them males? what about your friends then? do you think any of them have a crush on you? have you ever had a crush on any of them?
step-father sangwoo who encourages openness and honesty with him. he doesn’t want there to be an awkward barrier about these things; you can talk to him about boys and sex, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. he just wants to know you’re safe. so, have you done it yet?
step-father sangwoo who hovers too close for comfort when he’s around you in the house. his palms ghost over your curves. he brushes against you in inappropriate places far too often for it to be mistakes. and when someone else enters the room, he’s gone.
step-father sangwoo who spends time with you alone in your room, early in the morning and late into the night. it’s almost like he doesn’t want you leaving to see anyone other than him. you don’t mind all that much, you two get on very well. he knows you like a book (your diary: that he most definitely read) front to back.
step-father sangwoo who doesn’t believe in privacy. he’s very strict on keeping doors unlocked. what if there’s an emergency? but there usually isn’t, when he barges into your room while you’re still clad in a towel after a shower.
step-father sangwoo who’s bitterly cold, after he peered over your shoulder to catch you dirty-talking with a boy over text. his disapproval is palpable, so you fess up to him.
step-father sangwoo who believes that boys your age think with nothing but their dicks. they wouldn’t treat you any good. what do you need them for? you have your dad.
step-father sangwoo who’s behaving with a newfound strictness. i’m picking you up no later than 7pm. i’ll need to meet your friend’s parents. if boys are going, you’re staying home. he’s protective like you’re a kid, like you’re not grown enough to know what’s good for you.
step-father sangwoo who’s touchier than before. this time, he doesn’t hide his intent. he grabs your wrist when you try walking away while he’s scolding you for not calling him back quick enough. he pinches your chin and makes you look him in the eye when he’s warning you about staying out too late. he slides his hand onto your thigh while you’re riding passenger in his car on the way to a hang-out with your friends, telling you he’ll miss you while you’re gone.
step-father sangwoo who finds out you betrayed his trust and snuck around with a boy. he caved to a gut feeling and searched through your phone. it didn’t occur to you that he’d know your passcode. don’t you remember how much he hates locks? he made it clear you could tell him anything.
step-father sangwoo who corners you in your room. his voice is still as he confronts you, but his eyes are clouded over. there’s something dark flickering in them.
“was it worth it? did he get you off?”
step-father sangwoo who holds you by both sides of your face, making you stare him in the eye as you meekly admit you didn’t cum in your little secret encounter.
step-father sangwoo who balls your hair in a fist, cranes your head back, and kisses you with a bruising force. he parts your lips with his tongue as it roughly delves into your mouth. he’s kissing you like a starved man. he’s kissing you like he’s not your dad.
step-father sangwoo who shows you how a real man fucks. he goes down on you and you cum on his mouth. he curls his fingers in you and you cum again. and by the time he pulls his own pants down, you’re a blabbering mess, tears clumped in your lashes as he slams his hips into yours and fucks you right into another orgasm.
step-father sangwoo, who’s really not just your step-father anymore. he still drives you everywhere, but he slides one hand under your panties while the other sits on the steering wheel. you still hang-out with your friends, but he keeps you thinking of him by messaging you how lonely he is without you, how he can’t wait to fuck you once you’re back home.
step-father sangwoo who makes sweet promises to marry you once you’re older. how you’ll have your own place together, how he’d spoil you as his beautiful wife. but truthfully, he’ll never stop looking after you as his little girl.
“Please…” you whine, reaching back and pushing at his pelvis. He’s been pounding into you for what feels like hours. You were on your stomach, hips pulled into the air. He grabs the back of your neck, pushing your face down into the pillow. You desperately squirm, trying to get him off you, even though it felt oh, so good. "Doll, you can take it, yeah? What do you say, wanna be a good girl" You reply with a whine, making him smile. He pounds into you harder and makes you cum for what feels like the 9th time tonight
STUCK WITH YOU (smau!) pt.3 || Choi Subong (Thanos)
warning/this story contains: 18+, female reader. dating app au, random text messages, explicit language, some typos, discussions of toxic relationships, mentions of physical aggression and emotional cheating, trauma dumping, flirting (of course, it’s subong we’re talking about), slow friendship development? maybe?
a/n: yes, part 3 is finally here, i know, i know… aaaand part 4 will have a narrated part teehee. sorry if the quality of this one sucks, i edited the images on my ipad and i think it messed the quality up, sigh… anyway, enjoy!
.ᐟ. ✦ SUMMARY: thanos gets into a fight and you're there to patch him up but when night comes it's his turn to play doctor
.ᐟ. ✦ WARNINGS: 18+, mdni. fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk. mentions of blood, attempted murder, usual squid game stuff. swearing.
.ᐟ. ✦ WC: 2.2k
.ᐟ . ✦AUTHORS NOTE: back at it with another thanos fic. this was a request i got a while ago!! pls forgive any mistakes. its late, i'm tired and its so stupid hot here rn in the uk i forgot how to function.
This wasn’t what you had signed up for.
The allure of money had been so strong that you had willingly put yourself in danger. This, however, wasn’t what you had thought would happen when some random stranger had asked you to play a game of Ddakji with him. Your student debts had been so bad that you hadn’t been thinking properly. The only thought that had been plaguing your mind ever since you had finished your education was paying those bills off so you could live debt free. At that point you would have done anything for some money. But, this? This wasn’t something you could’ve ever thought of even in your worst nightmares. Children’s games where you played to the death. Blood and death surrounded you at every corner in this place. You would think being a nurse and working in a hospital would have helped you be used to it but this was too much. So unnecessary. These people hadn’t been in some accident or suffering from some illness, they were being killed for losing a game. It was monstrous.
The only thing you could do to keep yourself from falling into a pit of despair was focus on helping the people who needed it. Those who had managed to injure themselves whether it was in a game or in one of the many fights that seemed to happen around you. That gave you a purpose, a reason to shut your mind off and rely on what you knew. The limited resources hindered you a lot but you were creative, you could make use of just about anything. So far, there hadn’t been anything too serious. A few cuts, a sprained ankle, maybe even a concussion. Those were easy to treat. Easy but a distraction for your addled mind.
“There’s a fight in the bathroom,” you heard one of the guards saying, a few of them rushing in that direction.
Good. That would be a very welcome distraction right now as you looked around at the dwindled number of contestants left.
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Subong had MG Coin pinned under him, his hands wrapped around his throat as he tried to drain the life out of him. It was all he’d wanted to do since the moment he had laid eyes on him in this place. That fucker had screwed him out of all of his money, leaving him in so much debt that had ruined his life. Sure, it wouldn’t help get his money back but it would feel so good. What Subong hadn’t realised was that the man beneath him had swiped one of the forks they’d got with their dinner earlier. The fighting around them was loud but Subong wasn’t paying it any attention, solely focused on the man he hated more than anything in the world. He didn’t even hear it when the guards came rushing in breaking things up.
He did feel when Myunggi drove the fork into his shoulder, letting out a loud yelp. Before he could even register what was happening, he was pulled up to his feet by his collar, a guard basically dragging him back into the main room. The fork was pulled from his shoulder without a care in the world from the guard, a wince of pain shooting through Subong, his hand automatically moving to cover the wound.
He scanned the room, eyes landing on the one person he knew would be able to help him. You.
Subong had taken an instant liking to you. Maybe it was how vulnerable you seemed to be – something he had lost a long time ago. Seeing how caring you were, how you seemed to put others before yourself, that was something he admired even if he would never say it out loud. At any opportunity he could, he would find himself seeking you out. Of course, he couldn’t help himself and ended up flirting with you at every opening. You never seemed to mind. He was pretty sure he’d caught you blushing a few times. Long strides took him to you. He cleared his throat to get your attention.
“Senorita,” he winced as pain shot through his shoulder. “Could do with a bit of your magic touch here.”
Your eyes shot up to him. “Sit.”
He obeyed immediately, sitting down on the bunk next to you. Finally, he removed his hand from where he’d been stabbed, his palm covered in blood. “Well, shit, that ain’t good.”
“What happened?” You questioned. Without you even having to ask him, he removed his jacket so you could get a better look at the wound. You carefully examined it, your fingers pressing around the wound to see where it was tender. Using some toilet paper you’d swiped from the bathroom earlier, you wiped away some of the blood. “Can you rip a bit of your shirt off so I can tie it around to stop the bleeding?”
He hesitated for a moment but it didn’t last too long as he ripped off a scrap of fabric from the shirt. It was flimsy material, coming away easily. He handed it to you, watching as you got to work wrapping it around his arm. “MG Fucker stabbed me with a fork. Barely missed my throat. Could’ve been a goner.”
He was laying it on thick which only caused you to smile, your fingers working to tighten the fabric around his arm, hoping that it would help. There wasn’t much you could really do but staunching the bleeding would help a lot. Hopefully it would only be another day or two before you got out of here. “Mhm, I’m sure. Just be careful, okay?”
“Aww, look at you, caring about me and shit. So sweet,” he grinned, trying his best to put on a brave face even if his shoulder was killing him.
“Take it easy for the rest of the night, okay? No more fights.”
“Whatever you say, Senorita.”
“I mean it, Subong. I’ll be watching you.”
“I’ll make sure to be extra sexy then just for you.”
You rolled your eyes, pulling away to see you’d managed to cover the wound. “There’s not much else I can do for you now but if you can, try and wash it in the morning. If it’s still bleeding, come back and see me.”
“I owe you one, Doc.”
“Nurse.”
“Yeah, yeah. Still owe you one either way.”
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As night fell, you could hear your fellow contestants snoring or even talking in their sleep but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t close your eyes. After an hour (or so you guessed; time in this place was funny) of tossing and turning, you gave up. A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you stared up at the bunk above you. It was so baffling to you how easily people could sleep in a place like this but people dealt with things differently. When you had nothing to occupy your mind, all the events you’d witnessed over the last few days ran through your mind. It was a real life horror story, one where your life was on the line. Tomorrow could be your last day for all you knew.
“Psst, Senorita, you awake?” A familiar voice whispered. You turned your head to see Subong crouching beside your bed. “Budge up, let me in.”
You shuffled up in the small bed, giving him room to slide in. He pulled the blankets back over you both, settling in beside you. “What’re you doing?”
“Couldn’t sleep and I figured you couldn’t either so… why not not sleep together?” There was a mischievous glint in his eye, accompanied by his hand slowly sliding up your thigh.
“Again, what are you doing?” You whispered, biting at your bottom lip. During the night, you opted to sleep in your underwear and the shirt they gave you so he had full access to your lower half much to his delight.
“I said I owe you one, remember? And, you seem like you could use a distraction,” he hand slid higher and higher, fingers skimming over the fabric of your panties. “So, you can tell me to stop or I can keep going.”
It had been a while and little distraction would stop your mind from falling into dark thoughts so you nodded. That was all the permission he needed. His fingers ran along your panties. Slowly, tortuously. You bit your lower lip, focusing on the sensation of his teasing fingers. It felt nice. You could already feel yourself getting turned on. “Keep going.”
“That’s what I like to hear, Senorita,” he whispered in your ear, his lips finding their place against the skin of your neck, peppering it with open mouthed kisses while his fingers teased you through panties. “Gonna get you nice and wet for me. Repay you for being real kind to me.”
You felt his teeth nip at your neck, an involuntary moan passing your lips. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was working. When he was sure he had teased you enough, he used his fingers to push your panties to the side, running one of his long fingers along your slit. He rubbed his fingers up and down, gathering your slick as his thumb found your clit. He added the slightest bit of pressure as he began to rub slow, lazy circles against the sensitive bud. When he heard you gasp, he increased his pace, his fingers moving faster.
“You like that, baby? Yeah, you do,” he nipped at your neck. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
Your hips bucked up into his hand craving more. He was playing you like a fiddle, pulling all your strings taut but never giving you what you wanted. You whimpered. “Your fingers. Please.”
“That’s a good girl,” he claimed your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth. His fingers slid lower until they were at your entrance. He didn’t dive in straight away. He circled you, teasing you, dipping just the tip of his finger inside and pulling it back out to run up along your folds. He repeated the motion until you were a begging mess. That’s when he caved, easing a finger inside of you with ease. He pumped it slowly at first just to torture you before he joined it with a second one.
“Look at you,” he whispered gruffly in your ear. “Begging me to fuck you with my fingers surrounded by all these people. Such a dirty girl.”
He thrust his fingers faster, all the while his thumb was still playing with your clit. He couldn’t help himself, the way your face contorted, the breathy, quiet moans leaving your lips was fueling him. He loved to tease, to bring you to the edge. When he felt your walls clamping down around his fingers, he’d slow down, easing up then pick it back up, never letting you feel your sweet release. “Nuh-uh. Not yet. You can cum when I say so. You look so pretty right now. All flushed and frustrated. Bet you wish it was my cock inside you, don’t you?”
A curl of his fingers had you seeing stars, your fingers gripping the sheet below you. “Yes!”
“Don’t worry, Senorita. When we get out of here, I’ll make sure to fuck you so good you won’t even remember this place. You’ll only ever be able to think of me.”
He was done teasing now, his own arousal becoming too hard to ignore. His pants tightened, his cock rock hard as he pressed against you. He was a man on a mission now. He had to see you finish, had to feel you lose control. He sped up his fingers, plunging into you as hard as he could, curling his fingers inside you with each thrust. You felt it, your release approaching yet again.
“Please, please,” you babbled.
“Shh, Senorita, you wouldn’t want anyone to find out what a naughty little nurse you really are, would you?” He said, teasingly nipping at your lower lip. “But, since you asked so nicely, cum for me.”
That was all the permission you needed. Your hips met the thrust of his fingers, the pad of his thumb against your clit sending you over the edge. Your eyes squeezed shut, one of your hands moving to cover the moan you made as you came all over his fingers. He slowed his movements as he worked you through it, a smirk on his face as he watched you lose control.
“Fuck,” you breathed out heavily, chest rising and falling.
“You’re welcome,” he smirked, pulling his fingers from you. Subong being Subong made a show of licking his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time.
“I didn’t say thank you.”
“Nah but you wanted to.”
You rolled your eyes at him, finally feeling that familiar pull of sleep now that some of the tension had been eased. “Stay?”
He hesitated for a brief moment before nodding, settling in beside you. He loosely wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him. “Sure.” There was a pause before he spoke again. “I meant it, by the way. We get out of here and I’m fucking you until you can’t remember a dman thing about this shithole.”
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pairing : Thanos x fem!reader
genre : smut - MDNI
description : You met him at Club Pentagon, after Nam-Gyu insisted on introducing you to each other. Thanos was always a flirt, you were no exception. But you never fell for the tattoos and the purple hair. Until you did
contents / warnings ; smut (unprotected sex, hair pulling, piv, rough, kinda mean!thanos but also sweet, oral - m receiving -, dacryphylia, taunting, praising/degrading, doggy style, face fucking, spitting, use of baby/angel/senorita/good girl), Thanos calling reader a bitch, flirty and mean friendship dynamic, use of ‘senorita’ of course
requested by ; @thanosspills thank you angel 🫰🏻 - icl i think i switched between thanos and su-bong a couple times oopssss
Ever since Nam-Gyu dragged you into his circle, you and Thanos have been like oil and fire.
Always flirting with no real meaning behind it, the other person bullying back until someone else commented on the matter.
It was always a push and pull between the two of you, and whilst you knew there was nothing real behind either of your words, your heart always kind of ached for me, with or without you knowing.
His smirk when he’d steal the armrest on the couch just to annoy you, widening every time you shoved him harder.
The time he made you re dye his hair for him because he didn’t wanna pay money at a barbers and his hands were too precious to get stained purple.
All the little moments added up together, and as much as Thanos would deny it to anyone who asked, he loved the game you guys were playing.
When Nam-Gyu introduced you to each other, it was at club pentagon. And as soon as Thanos heard about his ‘hot friend’ he was sold.
Being Thanos he tried it on with you, only for you to bite back. That was the moment he realised you were different.
You didn’t fall for the tattoos, the flirting, the way he’d shamelessly place his hand on your waist, or the dangerous side of him.
You fell for the Thanos that stole your food and called you a bitch for taking it out his hand claiming you were starving him.
The Thanos who called you dramatic for crying about a bad day, but his arm still brought you in for a hug anyway.
The Thanos who swore he’d never go soft, the one who provoked you until you wanted to scream, was the same Thanos walking up to your apartment door, holding takeout bags like he hadn’t just crashed into your evening.
He knew where you kept the spare emergency key, it wasn’t exactly that much of a hidden spot.
You should have known he was prone to showing up unannounced, this was the kind of time when you wished your bedroom lock worked.
He walked in, the sound of the keys in the door wasn’t the thing that scared you, you already guessed who it was from the muttered ‘fuck’ when the lock wasn’t co-operating.
What scared you was the fact that you were fresh out the shower, hair still damp, drying off when you heard him.
“Ya, senorita, i bought food” he spoke when he saw you weren’t in the living room, assuming you were in your bedroom.
You hadn’t even picked out clothes yet when you heard him, scrambling to wrap the towel around yourself again that was perhaps a bit of a risky move considering it wasn’t the largest towel.
“Okay, gimme a minute, stay there” you yelled out to him, the towel only just about covering your centre, the majority of your thighs being on show.
Upon hearing this Thanos placed the bags on the coffee table, making his way to your bedroom, obviously ignoring your words.
When he walked in he was greeted at the sight of you in a short towel, skin glistening from post shower and that vanilla body lotion you wore.
He didn’t seem phased by it, just smirked upon seeing your flushed face, “Thanos get out” you barked at him embarrassed though it was no use, it was Thanos of course he wasn’t just gonna say sorry and walk out.
“Chill its nothing I haven’t seen before” he told you, although the way the top of your breasts were peeking out of the skimpy towel was a sight he wasnt expecting to have such an effect on him.
You looked at him bewildered, “what are you talking about?” You spoke, eyebrows furrowing slightly, clearly confused and frankly a little worried.
His grin only widened, “we’ve been swimming together before senorita” he retorted, still not making any effort of leaving, instead opting to lean against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest like he belonged there.
You should’ve figured out what he meant. Your lips parted in response before he continued, “stop being a baby I’ll get out. Nice bra” he pointed towards the one idle on your bed.
Flustered, you ushered him out, “suck my dick” you exclaimed, before he shut the door, his quiet snickers following him, as if the situation was humorous to him.
You got over yourself, quickly getting changed, slightly annoyed at him barging in, but also half hoping he didn’t hate what he saw. Not that he saw that much anyway.
Once you left the room he had gotten the bags out, already having plated up both your guys’ food, yours untouched on the table in front of the couch.
“Stop eating so messily on my couch. Did you steal the last of my favourite drink?” You interrogated once you saw the familiar soda logo being half covered by his tattooed fingers.
He looked up at you sheepishly, but made no attempt at hiding the fact, “I was thirsty”
He shot back, defensive, his eyes shifting down to the the oversized t shirt you were wearing that was almost longer than the shorts you had paired it with.
You moved to sit on the couch, trying to take the drink back from him even though he had practically downed half of it already, “give it me”
“No, you’re such a bitch” Thanos argued like a toddler, moving the drink further away from you so you would have to lean on top of him to get it.
But you weren’t falling for that. He snickered once more when he got his way, you sitting back against the couch in defeat, eating your food.
“You could thank me for the food y’know, i spent money on that” he mockingly stated, earning a side look from you, tucking your legs up on the sofa, the shorts exposing more of the skin on your thighs, not that he would ever complain about that.
“Say thank you Thanos” he taunted, eyes practically glistening with mischief, dimples flaunting on show.
You gave him another pointed look but truly you weren’t in the mood to argue with his antics today.
“Thank you Thanos” you murmured, your own voice laced with you own mockingly sultry voice, he’d be lying if he said the sound of it didn’t make him have to adjust himself in order to get comfortable again.
“Eat your food” he ushered, attempting to ignore the way your lips looked wrapped around the straw of your drink, as if you knew the turmoil going on in his mind.
You turned your head toward whatever channel he had turned on your tv, grabbing the blanket that lay over the armrest to cover your legs with.
Thanos saw the motion, his eyes drifting from your face to your now covered thighs, “you cold?” He muttered out, taking another sip of the soda almost cruelly.
You just nodded towards him before turning back to your own food, secretly admiring the way he knew all your favourite foods and how you liked to eat them.
“Should’ve worn something warmer then” he added, causing you to look back at him unamused.
The mans expression didn’t change when your eyes met, instead he wordlessly wrapped his arm around your shoulder, grip more gentle compared to what he’d use on anyone else, not that you would know.
He brought you closer to him, sharing his body heat with you, which you would have appreciated if it wasn’t for the fact his hand resting over your shoulder was dangerously close to your breast, and your bare thigh was pressed against the material of his sweatpants.
He’d always had this effect on you. Whether you liked it or not, you could ignore all the teasing and flirting until his hands touched you, even in the most minute, innocent way.
Although nothing was ever innocent with Thanos, nor would it ever be.
“Why you nervous for?” He revelled in the way you tried not to look away from the tv screen, and the way he could slightly feel the small change in your breath.
You felt nervous under his gaze all of a sudden, forcing out a small, “what do you mean?” As if you didn’t understand what he was talking about.
To be fair to you however, you didn’t understand why you were feeling this way after so long.
It was a feeling you had been off holding and putting aside for quite some time now.
It was only a matter of time before the words spilled out of your throat like venom.
“You’re doing that hand thing” he motioned towards the way your hands subtly fidgeted in a subconscious yet comforting manner.
But right now, after his observation that you were quite shocked he even noticed before you did, it felt anything but comforting.
You force yourself to meet his gaze, for maybe a second too long before his eyes drifted to the flush on your cheeks, “I’m not doing anything” you defended
He lounges like he’s perfectly at ease, but you can tell he knows exactly what he’s doing by letting his gaze linger.
His smirk only deepened when you shifted in your seat, like he clocked every nervous flicker you thought you were hiding.
You swallowed harder than you meant to when Thanos leaned a little too close his gaze never once wavering.
That was until his hand around you went up to the top of your hair, tugging it gently, forcing you to look back at the tv screen, making you blink both flustered, embarrassed and slightly aroused at the motion.
You realised, perhaps too late, that you were the one cornered now. The same stare you felt from him that once made you roll your eyes now was making your stomach twist, heat curling low as you try and desperately remember how to breathe.
His hand didn’t leave your hair though, although the grip on it loosened, you were still under his grasp.
“Prove you’re not into me” he dared you, his eyes boring into the way your hair looked under his fingers, the way that your lips looked so pretty to him all of a sudden.
It was only that moment that you realised you haven’t spoke for a while. That was odd between the two of you considering you always had something to bite back with at his words.
But maybe that was why he figured out the effect he was having on you. You turn your head around despite his grip to respond, lips parted slightly until you noticed just how close he was leaning into you.
He looked at you, took his time with it too. His head tilted like he was memorising the way you were flustered beneath him, a rare sight compared to your pissed off attitude you tended to give him most of the time.
Thanos didn’t waste a moment more. His lips smashed into yours like he wanted to savour the taste of you, tattooed fingers bringing you closer to him.
Your first natural reaction was to kiss back, your lips moving against his, although he was a lot more rough, desperate for it, whilst you were more preserved, held back by an invisible force.
He pulled back, victorious, mocking, shit eating grin on his face, until you spoke up, lips slightly swollen, “i thought i was the one meant to prove I’m not into you?”
His grin dropped slightly at that, face still close to yours as if challenging you to continue what he started, “you think you’re so smart baby”
You didn’t know where you got the confidence from, but you certainly weren’t cold anymore.
You smiled back at him innocently pushing him back against the couch until his hand uncurled from your hair.
He leaned back letting you straddle his torso until your lips tried to go to his neck, he immediately tangles his hand in your hair agin, pulling you up to his face,
“Nuh uh, you don’t get to have the upper hand here” he spoke, voice deep as he felt his pants tighten more at the sight of your grin dropping, the way your lips were swollen from him.
“Just wanted to be of use” you spoke, pouting slightly to try and get your way, seeing his cold exterior falter more.
Thanos’s hand moved from your hair to your cheeks, cupping them one hand, squishing them together slightly,
“You wanna be of use, you can get on your knees baby, or would you rather sit on it first?”
It wasn’t a command. It was more of a, you can do what you want, but as long as you remember that you weren’t the one in control here.
You pushed back a bit, fully prepared to get on your knees beneath him. He snickered, “that eager huh?”
You scoffed at his teasing, until it turned into a half whine, half whimper at the way he gripped your jaw, forcing your lips to part just to spit in your mouth.
The action had you blink, but the reaction had you resting your hips against his.
“You wanted to get on your knees, you can get on your knees senorita” he told you, eyes darkening as he watched you so helpless on top of him.
With a small nod of your head you climbed off him, sinking to your knees on the carpet in front of the couch, knees slightly parted, hands going to his sweatpants to both steady yourself and signal to him.
Thanos petted your hair, dimples on show as he did, before he lifted his hips slightly to pull his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough to free his hard cock,
He nodded his head towards you, “your call baby” he motioned, his hand went prom petting to holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail, not pushing - yet -
You looked up at him once more, raising your hands again before he stopped you, “no hands girl”
“Can i?” You asked quietly, voice shaky with anticipation. He nodded down at you, a mocking half pout on his face at your expression, ‘awe’ing at you.
You leaned forwards slightly, just enough to take the tip of him in your mouth, and it took everything in his willpower to be at least somewhat of a gentleman and let you go at your own pace.
His head fell back on the couch, lips parted in a small breathy groan, barely audible.
Just because he wanted you to go at your own pace didn’t mean he couldn’t be cruel,
“Cmon baby, such a pretty mouth” his words sent heat pooling between your thighs, taking him further in your mouth till he hit near the back of your throat, you instinctively gagging slightly.
The sound only spurred him on, his hand clutching your hair in his grasp tighter for some sort of distraction, quick, short breaths leaving him.
You bobbed your head slightly, your tongue grazing against him in a way that had his hips subconsciously thrust forward, further into your mouth, hearing the small cry of surprise from you.
“Yeah that’s it, good girl”
Once you adjusted at least somewhat, you sped your movements up, mouth sucking him harder, more skilfully than any meaningless girl he had hooked up with in the past.
He choked on a half gonna, half moan he refused to let out, but you were getting too bratty with it for his taste.
Looking up at him like you were the one who had the power balance over him, the one who could effect him more than he could you. But you were sadly mistaken.
He clutched your hair again, forcing you down on him till you gagged on him again, a whine leaving your throat when he kept your head there for a few seconds before he let you go to catch your breath.
“There you go- don’t get all bratty on me”
You pulled back to catch your breath, wiping the saliva and pre cum off your lips as he took the sight of you and imbedded it inside his brain for safe keeping.
But you had always been determined, so when your mouth was back on him, taking him deep to the back of your throat again with a quiet moan, he faltered slightly.
“Don’t be like that baby we both know you don’t have the heart to be in control” he ushered, hand never leaving your hairs as he forced you down again, instead of keeping you there though however, he brought you back, using your hair as leverage to pull you back and forth, bobbing your head up and down his dick.
The sweet sounds of your gags, your heavenly whines were music to his ears, he wasn’t prepared to last long.
Your vision hazed over, eyes going glassy as a singular stray tear fell from your eyes, the vibrations of your small moans sent him spiralling, hips raising off the material of the couch to meet your mouth.
“Fuck- angel, so pretty like that- you crying already?” He taunted almost cruel as if he wasn’t seconds away from spilling down your throat, twitching and throbbing.
You looked up at him, eyes so soft he could’ve come right there when he wiped your tear away, watching as he disappeared in and out of your mouth.
“I’m close- fuck, you want it?” He spoke, the whimper that left your mouth afterwards told him everything he needed to know.
Thanos waited until he thought he was going to cum, just to pull out of your mouth, it taking all of his willpower to do so.
You looked up at him confused, eyes still hazy, breath hurried. He huffed a small snicker, stroking your hair out of your face, “come up here baby, face down”
You didn’t have to be told twice. With shaky legs you got up, and with his help you were soon face buried into the material of the couch, hips raised showing off your arched back he was quickly adoring.
It was only then that he realised just how clothed the two of you were. He lifted your shirt up from behind you, half expecting to see the lacy back of the bra he had seen idle on your bed earlier.
But there was nothing there. And he swore he almost saw heaven glooming down on him, “fuck girl- you haven’t been wearing a bra this whole time?”
You whined dramatically, pushing your hips back against his just for the delicious friction of his cock against your clothed core, “su-bong just- fuck hurry up”
His breath stalled for a moment, his hand hurriedly moving to pull down your shorts that already weren’t leaving much to the imagination, greeted by the sight of the lacy, thin panties he almost died on the spot.
“so you can wear this pretty thing but not a bra?” He snickered not even bothering to take them off, they were too pretty in his opinion.
Su-Bong groaned quietly as he pulled them to the side, his cock positioning easily at your entrance, the weight of it against you making you try to push your hips back against him
But he wouldn’t let you. His one hand came to the small of your back, the other to your hip, keeping you in that arch he loved so much.
“Don’t be greedy” he warned you, half tauntingly, but his words spoke otherwise as he slipped inside you, the stretch making you gasp out, slightly muffled by the fact your face was down.
“Yeah, I’ve got you” his voice was shaky as he spoke, trying not to get too carried away, “fuck girl-“
You moaned out as he bottomed out inside you, the delicious stretch paired with blinding pleasure already, him not even letting you adjust before he was using your hips to pull you off until just the tip was resting inside you, immediately thrusting back into you.
“Su-bong- fuckk its too much” your voice was lost under the sound of him sliding in and out of you, your hips moving involuntarily with each cruelly timed thrusts.
“Its not baby” he assured you, practically impaling you on him, your hair splattered messily, legs trembling with pleasure already.
“More- please” you whined out, needy, contradicting your previous words despite the fact that his thrusts were angled just right and he was hitting so deep inside you you could feel him in your throat.
He leaned over you, just enough to grab your hair, pulling you up so that he could see the already fucked out expression on your face,
“i thought it was too much huh? fuck- and now you’re wanting more? stop complaining when i gave you what you asked for senorita”
His movements after that were wicked, cruel even, but you loved every second of it, mouth parted in a silent moan, breath caught in your throat, the tugging on your hair was insatiable, a soft, welcome hurt.
Su-bong grinned, but it dropped when you clenched down around him, his hips faltering for just a moment before he grabbed the skin on your hips, keeping you still as he carried on the brutality of his thrusts.
Each one reached that spot inside you that had you whining for release, one that was building quickly.
“fuck su-bongie please” you almost cried out, limp beneath him as you let him rearrange your insides like it was meant to mould around him.
“what is it baby?- mm, you close?” He pondered, as if it wasn’t hard to tell by the way your thighs were quivering, and your voice were becoming slightly higher pitched.
You whined, “yes i’m- fuck i’m close”
“i’ll help you angel don’t worry, aren’t i so nice to you huh?” He tormented, the coil in his stomach tightening, his need ravaging.
Su-bong’s one hand trialed around your waist, down towards your neglected clit, rubbing rough, practised circles that bordered on mean.
You shuddered beneath him, feeling the coil in your stomach finally snap, babbling incoherent sounds leaving you straight to Thanos’ ear.
He came seconds after your own orgasm, his thrusts not even stuttering as he helped you both ride out the rest of your orgasms, admiring the view of you sprawled out, ass up underneath him.
“That- that’s it good girl angel” The feelings of him spilling inside you was enough to prolong your high, overwhelming sensations flooding your body as you twitched and trembled beneath him.
You were a mess, one he created and hoped to see every day for the rest of his life. He pulled out carefully, surprisingly considering the bruises that were forming on your hips and back of your thighs.
He flipped you onto your back, your eyes fluttering closed, breath unsteady as you tried to get used to your surroundings again.
“You did so good yeah? Get you cleaned up senorita”
Su-bong picked you up after that, your arms limp over his shoulders,all the way to the bathroom where he took care of you, and maybe ruined you some more.
With the promise that he’s take care of you every day since then.
cw: minors do not interact. pure smut, thanos x fem!reader, riding, (light) degradation, sleazy!thanos, vaping lol
a/n: short drabble abt riding thanos while he vapes bc i was inspired #needthat
Thanos reclines against the couch, the band of his rip off Versace boxers resting below his painfully full balls as you ride him.
You hump his lap like a dog. You're all whines and desperate grinds, hips stuttering with an uneven rhythm with how slippery everything is from your wetness.
Thanos' cock is thick, and his fat tip bullies into your g-spot with every frantic slam of your hips back onto his. Up, down, up, down - your thighs ache but fuck, you need it, you need to feel the way his cock bullies into your guts, that warm fullness when you sink all the way down, over and over again.
He needs it, too. You're tight and hot around him, your pretty cunt gripping his dick like you're trying to push him out but you're forcing it inside anyway.
"Fuck yeah, bounce on it." Thanos lazily takes a drag from his cheap disposable vape, blowing the sickly passion fruit guava smoke right in your face. His free hand comes down on the fat of your ass in a harsh slap and Thanos watches the way your eyebrows scrunch up and your mouth falls open with the pleasure-pain. God, Thanos thinks. You look so pathetically cute.
He takes another hit of his vape. He strokes your hair, eyes shifting from where he's buried inside you to your eyes. The eyes that are watching him right back with a burning need. He angles the vape towards your mouth and you hesitate, looking between the neon pen and his expectant, pressuring gaze.
Your greedy bounces don't slow as you breathe in the fruity vapor. When you don't cough, Thanos' lip twitches into a smirk.
"Trashy lil' girl, aintcha? I think I'll keep you."
Originally it was planned as a one off…but ask and ye shall receive 🤲🤭 hope you like it nonnie!!!! sorry for the wait 🧎♀️
A/N: if you haven’t read the first producer!reader x thanos you can find it here! This can be read as a one off, but is based on the relationship from my previous fic :)
Warnings: smut (18+) , p in v sex , dry humping , oral (f receiving) , doggystyle, creampie , squirting , multiple orgasms , sex while being recorded (audio), dirty talk , may be more read at your own risk
It was so late…you hated yourself for doing this once again. You really needed to separate work from life. Yet here you are- on your scheduled off day- working over the same small snippet of a beat over and over and over.
It’s not even the actual music composition! That would interest you! That’s why you became a producer! It’s the fucking intro. You know…the maybe 3 second clip of the rappers tag or some cheesy line spoken by some girl about how badly they need the rapper of whatever song it’s on.
You know it’s important, all part of the song is. And arguably the intro is the most important, the part that grabs people’s attention and gets them hooked. But since you know that, you’re prepared! You have samples and tracks galore of various women speaking into the mic in a girly, high pitched tone. Each saying different things in different cadences in different languages. You have enough of these sound files to have finished 300 song intros by now!!
That was if your current client was normal. But he wasn’t. Far from it.
“Nah…too boring.” He says, lackadaisically- you can hear the disinterest in his voice. “C’mon señorita…” He dramatically groans, “that’s all you got!? I know you can do so much better.”
You groan, elbows thumping against the desk as you put your head in your hands, palms rubbing at your tired as you suck in a deep breath. “You do realize I took the time out of my day…my off day…to help you with this and you’re being a fuckin’ dick.”
You deadpan, turning away from the computer in your studio. Your eyes are burning and you’re so exhausted. You have no idea why you agreed to do this.
But when you turn completely, making eye contact with the hazy eyed, every cocky grin of the late night client. A smile breaks through the annoyed frown.
“You’re complaining but yet, you answered my text, you unlocked the studio, and here you are 3 hours later working your magic….all for me.” Thanos grins, leaning forward on the couch and resting his elbows on his knees.
A blunt hangs lazily from his hands, his purple hair is a mess- sticking up in every which way. He makes a show of looking younger you over, drinking you in like the finest wine he’s ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
“You love me! Don’t deny it. That’s why you answered and let me in so late. You jus’ love spendin’ time with Thanos.”
You cringe at him referring to himself by his own stage name. You’ve known him for so long, he’s Choi Subong to you. You were making beats for him since before he even had his stage name!
“I let you in and answered you because you said all you needed was a simple intro for a song you already had written…” you say, scooting your desk chair across the floor, closer to him. “But that’s not what we’re dealing with here…now is it?”
You lean in, matching his position- elbows resting on your knees. Your face is inches from his, as you speak he is overwhelmed by your perfume.
And hes but a man! When you lean forward hes graced with the perfect tease of your cleavage, tits very obviously not contained by a bra- evident by the visual of your nipples poking against the shirt you wore. He wants to make a comment, one that will make your thighs rub together like they did that one night…
The night he’s thought about over and over since it’s happened. Hell, he’s fisted his dick raw remembering the way your cunt felt wrapped around him. Neither of you mentioned it though. You two went about your normal routine, sure you both flirted a bit more than usual but neither of you brought up the night he fucked you stupid while you were both tripping.
While he’s distracted, you yank the blunt from his fingers and glare at him- it has no real mirth behind it. You take a long drag, the weed relaxing your body and wrapping your mind in a warm silken feeling that makes the late night in the studio a little more tolerable.
“I have gone through all the files I have, Subong-“
“Thanos.”
You roll your eyes and playfully huff, “Okay…Thanos” you emphasize his stage name in a tone that has him shifting in the couch, legs spreading to ease the uncomfortable feeling in his pants. “I’ve gone through all the fucking files. You liked none of them. What the fuck do you want for this intro?!”
“I mean seriously, I’ve gone through every possible option and even edited the ones I have to fit whatever image you had in your head for this, it’s been hours and we have nothing. Not even an idea of what you want for this.” You say, scooting your chair back and turning to face the computer once again. Your fingers work against the keyboard, blunt loosely hanging from your lips.
He wants to hear you, he does…but the way you’re rambling about your practice with an enthusiasm that almost seems engraved into your bones and mixed within your blood- he thinks it’s the prettiest you’ve ever looked.
His body moves on its own. He stands from the couch and walks across the studio. Once behind your chair he stills. Thanos smirks, planting his hands on the desk on either side of you, effectively caging you into your seat. He leans down, his head resting on the back of the chair to your left. He’s so close you can feel the warmth of his breath fan your cheek.
“I dunno what ya’ want me to say sweets…none of them are what I’m looking for. None of them fit.” His voice is low and gravely, flowing through your ears and filling your mind with static. “And you’re gonna tell me I’m wrong? I think you know just as well as I do that none of those are exactly what I need.” He says, lifting a hand up to point a finger at the monitor open to a file of audio snippets.
You sigh, as much as you hated it, he’s right. Not one of the hundreds of clips you have fit the song. Sure the work. But they aren’t perfect. “Okay fine. What do we do then? It’s 3am I can’t call up anyone else to come record some voice line for an intro.” You respond, turning your head to look at him the best you could.
He turns his head, mirroring your movement, a devious grin on his lips. The low light of the music studio and the blue hue of the computer’s monitor makes it to where you can almost see your own reflection in his pupils. Blue eyes, pupils blown so big you can only see a sliver of iris, dart from your eyes to your lips.
It takes everything in him not to jump on you then and there, looking up at him from your chair oh so expectantly, lips slightly parted as if you were just waiting for him to kiss you. You were- but you would never admit that to yourself, let alone him. Images of your plush lips wrapped around his cock dance in his mind like his own personal porn video.
“You’ll have to do it then.”
His words make you come out of whatever trance you were in. “W-what? No i’m not….” You look to your computer, the trinkets on your desk, really anywhere but him. “You don’t want me to do that…I won’t sound good. I don’t have the voice like those girls-“
“Bullshit”
You pause, turning your chair more to face him. Thanos is stood tall now, stepping to the side to look you directly in the face, arms crossed.
“Thanos…be serious you don’t want me to do the intro. I don’t have that…” you trailed off, hands waving in the air as you try to find your words, “that whiny, needy, breathy tone you’re looking for here.”
He scoffs at your words, looking at you as if you just tried to argue that the sky was red. “You sure had that tone when I was balls deep in you the other week.”
Your eyes widen, face flushing as the unspoken night of intimacy was brought up. The redder your face becomes and the wider your eyes get as you try to find your words has his grin growing into something sadistic- like he’s finding joy in your embarrassment (he is).
“F-fucking hell…” you choke out, trying to sound indignant. “You’re unbelievable…” you grumble, crossing your arms and scowling at him.
“Yeah, yeah…” Thanos says brushing you off, eyes rolling nearly to the back of his skull. Tattooed hands grip the back of your desk chair and spin you back forward, facing the microphone that sits on your desk, pop filter inches from your nose. “I’m unbelievable, annoying, making you work on your off day…blah blah.”
As he speaks he puts your headphones on your ears and leans over you, hand on your keyboard and mouse as he begins to set up to record. “Why don’t you….” He begins in a singsong voice, “give me what I want and then you’ll be free to go back home and sleep…” He clicks record.
“Spending all this time complaining when ya could have just gone and done the damn thing already and I would have been out of your hair…” A finger finds itself twirling a strand of your hair as he speaks.
You can feel your heart thumping in your chest, his cologne is all you can smell. Drawing in a shuddering breath you look blankly at the filter in front of you, thighs pressing together to ease an ache you didn’t realize had began to bloom. “What the fuck do you want me to say?”
He shrugs, “give me somethin’ like…” He hums to himself and smirks, “‘Thanos it’s so hard~’” he mocks a female voice, voice cracking as he moans out the words. You can’t help but laugh, your own giggle echoing out through the speakers. The sound dies down when you realize that it’s now your turn to do something, give him the intro he wants.
Your eyes flutter shut drawing in a breath as you lean forward closer to the microphone. “Thanos~” You draw out the name with a wanton purr, you might as well do it right if you’re gonna do it, “…it’s so hard.”
You sit back, opening your eyes and spinning your chair around to look at the purple haired rapper behind you. “That work?? Can I go back to bed now?” You ask. Trying to do anything to end this torment you’ve been put through.
Your eyes look over him from bottom to top, catching the very obvious tent in his pants and the was his cheeks are flushed. “Are you seriously hard right now?! From that?!” You say, trying your best to sound mad but admittedly the visual is making your mouth water.
He shakes his head ‘no’, that’s the only reaction you get. “W-what?!” You babble out, it’s cute, he thinks. “You do it then!!” You say, glaring at him like it would do anything.
He makes his way across the studio in two long strides. Large hands grip the back of the chair and tug it to the side. You assume he’s gonna sit down and direct you to what he wants, that would be easy. But no, when you stand up out of the desk chair, offering it to him, he pushes it out of the way completely.
With practiced effort and in quick succession- he moves. He’s pressing himself behind you, one hand gripping your shoulder and pushing you forward. You hate how pliant you are under his touch, immediately folding forward with his light push and landing chest first on the desk.
You lift your chest up the slightest bit to look behind you. You’re trying to catch his eye to glare at him with feigned anger but his gaze is trained downward. His hand that’s not outstretched to your shoulder is pushing up your shirt, fingers dancing over the dimples in your back before going lower to feel over the globes of your ass.
“You didn’t need a f-fucking intro you just wanted to get your dick wet- ohhh fuccckkk” your sentence is cut short when Thanos, the ever confident man he was, grinds into you. He’s not teasing with it, no, he’s pressing his clothed bulge in between your ass cheeks and making sure he catches the zipper of his jeans just right on your cunt. His hips roll slow and steady, pressing into you as if he’s trying to fuck you through the layers of clothes between you two.
“Oh yeah! Seeeeee~ That’s perfect!” He chuckles out, hand crossed over your back and gripping the plush fat of your hips. “Somethin’ jus’ like that…” he says, the octave of his voice dropping. The hand of on your shoulder moves, reaching further over you to grab the microphone and move it in front of you. “Let’s see if we can get you to do something like that again….gotta get the perfect take, huh?”
You bite your lip, eyes already threatening to roll back into your head as you feel the thick imprint of his cock grind into your shorts. A muffled moan is caught in your throat as the fabric of your underwear and shorts, pushed by his cock, rocks into your clit in the most delicious way.
“Awh c’mon…” Thanos whines, you can practically hear the pout on his face without even turning back to look at him, “don’t hide all your noises now…don’t you wanna finish this up quick and get back to bed?” He teases, leaning over you so his lips ghost along the shell of your ear.
You sigh out, the feeling of him trapping you against the desk, pushing his clothed cock harder against the now soaked fabric of your shorts has your mind hazy, all notions of being bratty and talking back are swept from your mind and replaced with the long suppressed need you had for the egotistical rapper.
Painted nails dig into your hips, both of his hands finding purchase on the plush skin. He pulls himself back up to a standing position, eyes turned downward to look at the way your ass is pressed against him, his fingers digging to the the flesh that spills over the waistband of your shorts. A low, animalistic growl reverberates within his throat has he keeps the steady rhythm of rocking you back against him.
Suddenly the feeling of his cock pressing into your covered entrance is gone. His hands remain on your hips, slowly dragging downward to splay his palms across your ass. When you crane your neck backwards you can’t even stop the wanton moan that falls from your lips.
Thanos is on his knees, hands gripping at your ass cheeks and pushing upwards, spreading you open for him. His face is so close to your clothed cunt, eyes right in line with the large darkened area of your shorts you know is there. “Fuckin’ messy thing….” He mumbles in an awestruck, breathless tone. One hand pulls away from your ass to trace a finger down the emphasized crease of your pussy in your shorts.
You keen, hands clawing at the desk as a shaky, soft moan rolls off your tongue, hips moving on their own and pushing back into his hand. “Seee~” He coos, “I knew she missed me…soaked right through these shorts…” as he speaks his fingertips slide under the hem of the shorts that fall on your ass. He pulls at both sides of the fabric, exposing more of your ass to him. His eyes are fixated at the imprint of your cunt that is so very visible, the fabric of your shorts impossibly soaked.
One of his hands drops from your ass, fingers coming up to ghost around the silhouette of your clit in tight circles. “Mmmphf fuck…” you let out after a shaky exhale, knees nearly buckling from the stimulation. Your head snaps back forward, forehead falling to the desk. Thanos chuckles, he’s so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your cunt.
“Hmmm…” he says, as if he’s thinking over the answer to life, “not quite what I’m looking for….need something more.” He teases, like it’s even for the intro at this point.
“Y-you gotta give me m-more.” You’re spitting out, trying to sound some kind of authoritative. You weakly lifting your head off the desk to look back at him and if you were in any other situation, the mocking look he gives you would have nearly made you kick him out but at this point….fuck he looks so good.
“Ohhooo…look at you tryna’ be all bossy and dominant.” Thanos laughs in your face, eyes trained on you like a hawk. He nods his head to the side, motioning to your pussy, “not really workin’ when you’ve soaked through your shorts like some teen seeing her favorite boyband.” He pulls at the fabric of your shorts, gripping the middle of them with one hand, fingers looping through both leg holes. He pulls up, dragging the seam of your shorts right against your aching clit.
Your back arches, hips pressing back searching for any kind of stimulation, a broken whine of his name ripping through your chest. “That’s more like it….” His hand slides lower, back of his hand pressing against your cunt, “tell me what ya want sweets, I’ll give it to ya’, you know I will…jus’ gotta ask.” He practically purrs out, adjusting his grip on your shorts to slip his fingers under your panties as well, gripping both of the garments in his hand, face moving impossibly closer, his breath fanning your cunt.
Your mind spins, fighting to have some decorum and to list all the things you wanted him to do to you like a mile long check list. Lust wins over in the end and you suck in a shaking breath, “N-need your tongue, fuck, please…” you whine, pressing your hips back, searching for his face. His grin widens, just thinking of the way that would sound being played back.
His hand pulls the fabric of your shorts and panties to the side, letting out a low moan of his own when he’s inches away from your glistening cunt, puffy and leaking for him. “I’ve been thinking bout this cunt every fucking night since you let me fuck…” Thanos drawls out, free hand reaching up to trace a line up and down your cunt, collecting your arousal on his fingers.
“You’re fucking dripping, haven’t even touched you….dry humping gets you going that bad, huh?”
You mewl, scratching at the wood of your desk, trying to have some restraint not to push yourself back onto his fingers. It would be so easy to sink the long digits into your cunt.
“Just fucking do something!” You cry out, getting impatient. The need you felt in your lower stomach was becoming unbearable.
He laughs, a sound that soon becomes muffled as his mouth engulfs your pussy. Your eyes are rolling back, a sound akin to a mewl falling from your lips.
Messy as ever, he eats you like he would never get the chance to eat your cunt again. His tongue lathes over the entirety of your cunt, rolling between your puffy folds like he’s mapping you with his tongue. He’s shameless, moaning and groaning into your pussy as he slurps down everything you have to offer him.
“Sweetest fuckin’ cunt I’ve ever tasted.” His words are muffled against your pussy, lips tickling you with every word. “So pretty too…” he muses, pulling back to admire your pussy, one of his thumbs pulling apart your lips, spreading you open. He watches as you clench desperately around nothing, the visual making him feral.
He’s back on you, lips wrapping around your throbbing clit and sucking. His tongue rolls over the bud, flicking against the bundle of nerves. Your hips jerk back, a wanton cry of his name falling from your lips.
“Yeah….” Thanos groans, a hand coming down in a sharp slap against your ass, the flesh recoiling against his palm, “ride my fuckin’ face, baby. Take what ya’ need.” He hisses through clenched teeth, hands moving to the sides of your hips to guide your hips up and down.
He lolls his tongue out, grinding you against it and swallowing down every drop of your syrupy arousal. When you begin to move on your own he drops his hands completely. He’s so good, you can’t help but chase the pleasure he offers.
Your hips move viciously, dragging your pussy along his tongue and nose. He shifts slightly, moving his tongue to circle your entrance. “Oh fuck, please!!” You cry out, hips jolting downward to spear yourself on his tongue.
He lets you, moaning into your cunt when your velvety walls close around his tongue, completely engulfing him with your taste. You have to still for a moment, catching your breath in a needy cry as you feel the pink muscle lick around your insides.
A hand comes down on your ass again, encouraging you to move again. You whine, moving your hips, lifting yourself up and down his tongue as he kneels below you. You can feel his blissed out grin, he’s practically in heaven- tasting your sweet cunt while your ass bounces against his face.
His tongue lathes against your clenching walls, echoed by obscene slurps. The only thing louder than him devouring your cunt is you moaning, crying out mixes of praises and his name.
Thanos wants nothing more than to continue eating you out. But as much as a front he puts on….he’s an impatient man. His cock is aching and straining against his jeans. He’s certain if he keeps this up he could blow his load in his jeans as he’s kneeling below you.
He pulls away in a mess of saliva and your wetness. You turn back over your shoulder, whining at the loss of contact. “Easy, baby…” he chuckles as he stands up. One hand splays over your back, running down the curve of your spine as the other one works hastily to undo the button of his pants, “imma give you what you need…”
He lets out a hiss as his cock is finally freed from its confines. It falls out hot and heavy, resting against the curve of your ass with an audible ‘plap’. Just the weight of it on your ass has you moaning and pushing back onto him desperately.
Thanos grabs the base of his dick with one hand, dragging the thick cock-head up and down your weeping cunt. Everytime the head of his cock catches your clit, your knees buckle and a whimper falls from your lips.
“Been thinking about this…your cunt squeezing me…” he muses, pressing the tip into your entrance. You barely have time to moan before he’s pulling back out. “Never had a fuck like you…hadn’t fucked anyone since you..”
The admittance makes your heart swell in the oddest way. You know he’s a player- he has a new girl around his arm every day. But since the time you fucked weeks ago, bordering on a month now, he’s not seen anyone else.
“H-hah…please put it in…f-fuck don’t tease.” You plead, turning around to look at him with wide doe eyes.
“When you ask like that how could I deny you, sweet girl?”
When he pushes into you, it’s a stretch that has you arching your back and rolling your eyes back. You know you’ve left claw marks in your studio desk by now.
“So f-fucking right…Pussy was made f’me.” His words hardly register as he continues to bottom out. With a final surge, he’s sinking balls deep into you.
Both of you let out moans, a sinful harmony that is soon over taken by wet squelching sounds. You feel so entirely full. You swear you can feel him in your throat.
“O-oh my fuck-“ your words are cut off in a choked sound as with a slow pull of his hips, his cock is pulling out of you. He pulls out only half way before driving back into your warmth.
“G-gonna fuckin’ ruin you.” His words are a low growl, his hands dig into the far of your hips, eyes fixated on how the flesh spills through his fingers.
A purr of his name rolls off your lips as he begins the rhythmic thrust of his hips. He drives his pelvis flush against your ass with each thrust, making sure he sheathed himself fully in the heaven that was your cunt.
He’s rutheless, driving you back to meet his thrusts. “F-fuck!” You cry, head turning heavenward, eyes screwing shut in overwhelming pleasure. “O-oh s-shit! F-feels so fucking good!” Your words are pathetic, weak syllables that are broken by the rough drive of his cock into your pussy.
“Takin me so well. Fuck…you should see how stretched you are.” Thanos huffs, pulling harder at the fabric of your shorts and panties to pull them further to the side, giving him a better view of the mess he’s making of your cunt. “Pretty little pussy’s taking me so so fucking well.” He’s repeating like a mantra with every thrust.
Your mind has become hazy, the head of his cock bullies itself against your g-spot every single time he thrusts back into you. You need more. His thrusts speed up, becoming violent. It’s a deliberate, delicious pace that is mind numbing. Your thighs are a mess with your arousal coating them, anytime you tip your head down to look between your thighs you’re met with a creamy mess that only becomes larger by the passing second.
“I-it’s too much!” You whine out, syllables broken up by choked moans. Wet squelches fill the room, echoed by slapping of skin. He laughs, low and sadistic, his hands raise up, holding themselves in the air as if he’s at gunpoint. “It’s too much?!” He mocks, “you’re the one fucking yourself back on my cock, sweetheart. ‘S alllll you.”
His words make you realize he’s right, your hips are moving on their own, brutally slamming back into his pelvis before drawing forward so just the bulbous tip of his cock rests inside your wet walls before repeating the motion again and again. He’s completely still.
It is too much, every time your hips thrust backwards your body is locked up with spasms of pleasure that has tears pooling in your eyes. But you can’t stop, it feels so fucking good. Every time you sink all the way back onto him, your cunt is stretched so wide to take all of him in. His cock reaches depths you would never be able to reach yourself, bullying its way through your clenching walls to kiss against your cervix.
“H-holy fuck, feels so fucking good~” you cry out, body falling slack against the desk. Your hips slow, your muscles aching.
“Ahh, princess work herself up too much? All tired…” He hums, hands lowering back down to run over your sides before settling on your waist. “Need Thanos to help you out, huh?”
You nod, already fucked too dumb to care about talking back. “Yes! Yes please!” You cry out, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. “Fuck I-i need it…T-Thanos please, want you so fucking bad.” You sob out, begging for your release that you can feel blooming deep within your core.
The cat like grin stretches so far across his face it almost seems inhuman. He can just hear how that little sentence of yours would sound at the beginning of the rap song right before the beat kicks in. That’s exactly what he was looking for.
“Mhm I know you do…fuckin’ squeezing me so hard.” Thanos muses with a nod of his head, chin tucked downward so he can watch everytime his cock slips out of your cunt, glistening in your syrupy arousal and every time he thrusts back forward, he watches with a salivating mouth, the white creamy ring that forms at the base of his cock- getting messier with each erratic thrust. “Creamin’ all over my fuckin’ cock…so messy”
You whine, his words making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. His fingernails grip crescent moon shapes into your flesh, using the leverage to bring your hips back to meat each one of his devious thrusts.
Your head is peeled off the desk by a large hand threading into your hair. “You gonna cum? I can feel it, you’re close, just suckin me in anytime I pull out.” Thanos lips dance along the shell of your ear, rough voice filling your mind with fuzz. As if to prove his point, each time he draws back his hips, far enough to rest just the head of his cock in your cunt, you can hear a lewd sound, something between a squelch and a pop coming from your cunt.
“I wanna cum, please, fuck, ohmygod.” It’s shameful, really, he already has you begging for a release without even asking you. “Yeah? Wanna cum pretty girl?” He laughs into your ear. “Begging without being asked…well aren’t you bein’ so good f’me.” He praises. As he speaks the hand in your hair moves across your sternum, pulling you flush against his chest.
The angle drives him deeper into you, stretching you out in ways that have you seeing stars. His thrusts are unforgiving, animalistic even. It’s so sloppy. You can hear the droplets of your mixed arousal fall out of your cunt and onto the tile floor of your studio with a sick wet ‘splat’. “Mhm!! Mhm!! Please!! Ohmygod I’m so fuckin’ close, right there!” You moan out, rushed and babbled, your head kicking back to rest against his shoulder.
His other hand snakes down your stomach, tattooed fingers splayed against your skin as he works his way down. Like he mapped your body out with years of studying and exploring, his fingers find your clit. It’s a sensation that makes you nearly fall to the ground.
“That’s it’s….Thanos’ got you, wan’ you to cream all over my cock pretty girl, make a fuckin mess.” His fingers work your clit in circles in time to his thrusts, it doesn’t take long till your orgasm crashes over you, hitting you so violently you have no time to even prepare. “Oh fucking shit! Yesyesyesyes!!”
Your cries echo out through the studio, one of your hands reaches behind you to grip at his purple hair at the back of his head, trying to ground yourself, you almost think you’re going to pass out.
He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, never letting up and stringing out your high. It’s almost like you’re hit with a second wave, your orgasm gushes out of you- clear liquid spraying on the floor and onto Thanos’ thighs.
“Oh there we fuckin’ go!!” He chides out like he won the fucking lottery, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Knew you could squirt again f’me. Always so fuckin’ messy. God I love it.” Thanos growls, hips slapping against your ass with reckless abandon.
“Gonna fuckin’ cum so deep in this cunt.” He growls in your ear, “been dreamin’ of it since last time.”
His words make you whimper, eyebrows upturning as you pass the point of fucked dumb, you’re being fucked into another dimension. “Yeah, I know you want it too. Want me to fuckin’ fill you up, hm? T-tell me you want it.”
His voice begins to waver, teeth gritting as he holds off, wanting to hear you say it. You sob out, tears wetting your eyelashes as you feel yet another orgasm begin to bloom, one after the other, giving you hardly anytime to catch your breath.
“Yes! Want it so f-fucking bad! N-need to f-feel it!” Your words are jostled with each of his thrusts, coming out in pathetic hiccups as you weakly move your hips back in time with his thrusts.
You feel his body lock up behind you, his arms tightening around you- pinning to him. When you feel the thick spurts of his cum paint your insides, you’re cumming again, eyes rolling back and body convulsing against him.
“Thatssss it…” he growls behind you, hips jerking up into you sporadically, fucking his cum back into you. There’s so much you can feel the thick, warm globs be forced out of you with each thrust of his cock back into your raw pussy. “So f-fucking good. B-best fuckin pussy.” He’s babbling out obscenities, words slurred as he works himself through his own orgasm.
He stills, chest heaving, arms staying tight around you as if he was afraid you’d leave. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t, you were still trapped against the desk.
“I think we got what we needed, pretty girl…” he muses, “did so good f’me..”
You hum happily, blissed out. You can still feel the dull stretch of his softening cock in your cunt. An almost comforting fullness. Your hands picking up off the desk to lay on top of his, fingers interlacing.
“I know exactly what sound clip I’m using” He huffs, nose nuzzling along the column of your throat. You can hear him draw in a sharp breath, inhaling your scent.
“Mhm….” You mumble, fucked out of your mind, hardly paying attention. Your eyes and body are tired, you’re sure if Thanos wasn’t still holding you up, you’d fall down to the ground with how weak your knees were. “Use whatever one you want…’m so fucking exhausted…” you sigh, head lolling back against his shoulder.
That was a mistake on your part. Those words. ‘Whatever one you want’ because sure as shit when you send Thanos the finished file, not even listening to the part at the beginning he mixed and added whatever intro he desired from your little recording session, when the song drops your moans are being streamed left, right and center.
It’s not just a noise in the background to emphasize a high hat or a snare, no, it’s so very obviously you getting railed by him, moaning out a ‘fuck Thanos! You’re so good with your tongue’. Your words are even broken up by pants and whines!!!
That’s the last time you let him have any say in what you produce for him.
I reallly hope you guys like this one! This is kinda my first big ask I’ve answered since I’ve been back (besides my sub! Namgyu x thanos x reader fic) so I’m a lil nervy to put this out. This one was started like two days ago because I’ve been thinking about this ask (it’s been in my inbox for a hot minute I’m so sorry) and I just HAD to do it. I love me some producer!reader x thanos. It was so fun to write the first one and this one!
“Thatsss it…come on fuck yourself back on me like ya’ want it, pretty.”
You’re practically broken at this point, thighs buring, your whole body is on fire and your pussy is aching. You’re stretched impossibly wide, cunt oh so messy, and yet, your hips keep slamming back against the pelvis of your plug, Thanos.
You really did just come over here for a 3.5, you wanted something strong to take your mind off a stressful week, you had no plan on fucking a drug dealer- especially him.
He was so cocky, so loud, obnoxious even and you always told yourself you would never stoop so low as to fuck your plug who you know has a rap sheet of 30+ girls who would give anything to be in your position.
He was insufferable, but holy fuck, did he have a fat cock and know how to use it.
“You can do better than that,” He mocks from behind you, his voice stuffy with smoke from the blunt he was smoking. Thanos is sitting back on his haunches, free hand grabbing a handful of your ass and spreading you open so he can see your weeping cunt. “Such a messy girl…you came here wanting more than some weed, huh?”
With his mocking words, the tone degrading and mean, you’re throwing your hips back with more effort, every time you draw your hips forward your cunt is sucking him in with a sickening, pathetic squelch- a full on reminder of how your plug talked his way into your pants . And when you sink backwards, ass slamming against his thighs and pelvis, flesh rippling against his hand, you’re nearly falling onto the bed.
You can feel him in your stomach, gaping your tight pussy and coaxing more and more thick globs of your creamy arousal out of you. The fat tip of his cock is kissing against your cervix, molding the shape of him into your pussy in the most devious way.
A broken cry of his name is ripped from your throat as you fall stomach first to the bed. “If ya wanted some good dick, all you had to do was ask, sweetheart…Thanos always takes care of you, don’t I?”
When you can’t form words to speak his hand claps against your ass hard, his palm print stinging itself into your ass in a blooming red welt, “C’mon now, you’re a smart girl, answer the question.”
“Mhm- oh fuck!!!” It comes out in nearly a wail- high pitched and creaky. When you go to answer, he’s thrusting up into your abused pussy, bulling his way deeper into you. It’s mind numbing, you can’t even speak again to try and answer him properly.
He doesn’t coddle you or ease up to let you speak, no…he laughs.
He’s leaning over you and chucking in your ear, “‘m fuckin’ wreckin’ your pussy, hm? Can feel you fuckin’ choking my cock.” His words punctuated by a mean, slow, roll of his hips. Each thrust he’s dragging his hefty cock out of your cunt with a sickening pop! alllll the way until only the tip rests inside you before rolllling his hips back flush against your ass in a harsh jackhammering of his pelvis against your round ass.
A tattooed arm snakes its way under your stomach, pulling your back flush against his chest. His cock sinks deeper with this angle, you can even see the outline of his tip poking out of your lower stomach.
A wanton cry is ripped from your throat, your head kicking back to his shoulder and eyes squeezing shut. “Ohhhhh~” he teasingly coos, mocking the pitch of your whine. “Look at that…..tight cunt is takin’ me soooo deep now.”
When a hand presses on your lower stomach- youre sobbing. You’re creaming around him, adding to the milky white ring that forms at the base of his cock and drops down his balls.
“You gonna stop by tomorrow? ‘M running a real good deal j-just for you.”
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Haiiii!! Don’t mind me just trying out a new style!!! I wanna have the option for headcannons, drabbles (like this), or oneshots for requests and things I write outside of requests sooooo I’m just trying some new layouts!!! Ty for reading and for your patience while I work on layouts n such!!! - <3 kiwi
The room is thick with the acrid smoke of what had to have been the third blunt of the night. And if Thanos was honest with himself, he would have been more than well off with the first two.
But the third blunt? Well…he had to smoke it when he’d knew you’d be coming home.
You’d think he’s so cute! Rolling you a lil’ blunt after a hard day at work. Fuck, the dude even lights it for you and holds it while you get undressed and into your comfy clothes.
But it’s really not for you…it’s for him.
He knows how you get. Get a little high and he says something in a low voice or runs his hands along your curves for a little too long and you’re ready to tear his clothes off.
He’s strategic about it, letting you smoke at least half the blunt and get settled in bed. He’d ask you about your day, fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he hums along to your complaints of the workplace. Then his hands slip lower, running right above the waistband of your shorts.
A few sly comments here and there and his deft fingers working your cunt open for a minute and you’re stamping out the blunt and hiking his shorts down faster than he could even say your name.
And that’s how he gets to experience his favorite thing- getting head while getting high!
“Hey, slow down…take your time, yeah?”
You’re looking up at him and trying your best to glare at him with the way just the tip of his cock is stretching out your mouth. He’s completely naked, just like you are, laid up in the bed like he rules the world while you suck on his cock.
Thanos is lighting the blunt that you discarded, there’s more than half to smoke left and bringing it to his mouth. Even as he puffs on it a few times to get it rolling, his eyes never leave where his cock disappears into your mouth.
“Yeahhh there you go, jus’ like that sweet thing- oh fuckkk.”
Thanos head is tipping back against the pillows, thighs clenching under your hands as you swallow more of him. Your tongue is devious, always has been, you’re licking up and down the underside of his cock as you take every inch.
He lazily rolls his head back down to look at you, sucking another hit from the blunt. His free hand threads itself through your hair, pulling it back into a make-shift ponytail. “Mmm, fuck…always look s’pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
You pull him out of your mouth, dropping your jaw open and slapping the underside of his cock on your warm tongue with a heavy plap! plap! plap! Before taking him right back in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and slowly sinking back down.
Thanos laughs proudly, his painted nails scratch at your scalp as a small gesture of his praise, “you nasty bitch, fuck I love you.” He growls around the blunt.
You’re sucking in a deep breath and sliding him all the way down your throat, choking and spitting around him until your nose is pressed to the patch of hair that trails up his stomach. “Fucking hell! Tight fuckin’ throat.”
His voice is muffled by the smoke that billows out of his lips, his hand pushing you up and down his cock lazily, “always suck me so good baby, takin’ me alllll the way in that tight fuckin’ throat” He’s pushing you further down, nodding as you keep taking him despite the way you’re beginning to gag and choke.
The rapper coughs a bit as he chuckles, red eyes watching you like a hawk “you better get used to it because I’m about to fuck the shit out of your throat.”
You can’t help but moan around him, the thought turns you on more than it should. This turns you on more than it should. He’s making you do all the work as he smoke the rest of your blunt and talking like you’re just some fleshlight and not his girlfriend of 2 years.
Thanos / Choi Subong (Player 230) x Stripper!Fem! Reader Smut
── .✦ Part of Kiwi's 1k Album Event
Warnings: smut (18+) , oral (m receiving) , spit play , deep throating , fingering , Thanos is a freak , reverse cowgirl , squirting , creampie , split on the dick <3 , read at your own risk
If Thanos were to give the simple reason as to why he didn’t mind you doing what you did for work- stripping at club pentagon- it would be that he didn’t care what you did. With his large ego, he was more than secure in your relationship. He knew he was yours as much as you were his.
If Thanos were to give the actual answer as to why he didn’t fight with you about your job- it would be that he did care. He cared so much. But he loved it. If anything he’d wish you’d work more often.
It was even more of an ego boost for him, knowing so many people wanted you but couldn’t have you. Men craved you so bad they’d settle for an hour long illusion that drained their pockets in hopes you’d pay a little extra attention to them. But you never did.
When these pathetic men are groveling at your feet and throwing bills in hopes of getting just a second of your undivided attention- he’s the one handing you over a thick wad of cash- far more than any of those dweebs threw at you- after a hard night of work, telling you to treat yourself and taking you home.
You were a goddess on stage. Body moving with the fluidity of water you’d dance around the pole and show off that pretty, purple diamond encrusted set he had paid for. From the cute lingerie being same shade of purple as the dye he used to color his hair to the large “T” anklet that you never took off- it was no secret you were his.
That’s why he liked it. These stupid desperate men were throwing what was probably their life savings at you while you danced around the stage, showing off the body you had every right to flaunt, all while that big fat “T” charm is gleaming in their desperate eyes.
And on days he wasn’t doing a show or fucking around, discussing promotions with Nam-Gyu, Thanos would sit in the crowd. He’d sit front and center, directly at the end of your assigned stage, seated with his legs spread and a lazy grin on his face. He shameless, lifting his hips off the chair to make sure you see the huge tent in his jeans.
How could he not be hard watching you up there?! He was thinking of every position he wanted to put you in from the second your lil’ playlist began to play over the club speakers. He’s seen your routine plenty of times but it never gets old. You look just as good as the first time you did the set, if not better!
So much like many times before, that’s where Thanos finds himself tonight- seated on what should be called his ‘normal’ chair and just observing you like a lion about to hunt a gazelle. He drinks in every wave, dip, and spin your body makes against the pole. He’s going to wreck you tonight, good god.
Thanos is leaning forward in his chair suddenly, eyebrow quirked up and interested piqued tenfold when you do a new little move. Instead of dropping back down into that cute little squat you always do- you’re dropping down into a full split. You even pick yourself up the slightest bit only to drop back down and make sure your ass jiggles.
He can feel his pants tighten so much more than they already were. His balls feel heavy. It’s a little pathetic how easy to can get him worked up. But you knew exactly what you were doing.
Set ending, Thanos is propelling himself of the chair and shoving past the group of men that crowd the stage to personally hand you bills rather than throw them to the stage.
“You did great sweetie. Got you a lil’ extra today.”
Thanos scoffs, grimacing a bit at the old guy’s nickname for you. He watches on as you nod politely and take the money.
“You doing dances tonight, sugar tits?” Another male pipes up, younger than the first.
Deciding now’s the time to step in, Thanos speaks over them, “Nah. Not tonight. She’s already booked up.”
You’re immediately looking down towards your boyfriend confused, you most certainly weren’t booked up unless someone bought 15 dance slots in the span of an hour and he has never had an issue with your work up until now.
“Who are you? Her manager or something?” Another guy scoffs.
Thanos reaches back and runs a hand down your calf, towards the anklet you wore, “You go get ready for your first private dance, pretty.” Thanos muses, tapping your leg to dismiss you.
Not particularly wanting to deal with any of these sleazy men anyway, you’re nodding. Hand reaching down, you’re running it through Thanos’s hair to his cheek and caressing his skin just for a moment before pulling away and walking off the stage.
Thanos smirks as he watches the group of men turn to desperate dogs and stare at your ass as you walked away. It was a fucking amazing sight- he couldn’t blame them. “Manager and boyfriend. And I already said she’s booked.”
“Boyfriend? You let her just whore herself out like that?!”
Thanos shrugs, “she was just showing off what she has, nothing wrong with that.”
“That’s rich buddy. She’s out here flaunting her tits and ass like it’s a fuckin’ runway show. You’re stupid to think she’s not fucking around on you.”
Thanos barks out a loud, sharp laugh. Mouth dropping open revealing pearly canines and a gleaming tongue ring. Clapping a hand on the speaking man’s shoulder, painted nails digging a little too hard into muscle.
“You know what’s rich? The fact that I’m the one who booked out all her private dances and I’m the one that’s gonna go back there ‘n blow my fuckin’ load in her so…” his hand slaps against the guys shoulder again and shakes him, “you keep thinkin’ whatcha want but you did just give her your rent money just to catch a glimpse of her fine ass for 6 minutes…and I’m hitting that shit on the daily.”
Thanos chuckles again and releases the guy who now stands with his mouth hung open like the rest of the crowd that was trying to buy your private dances. Point having been proving, he’s dismissing himself to the private dance rooms he’s oh-so familiar with.
He finds your room within the back of the club easily and walks in the room like he owns the place.
“I told you…if you wanted a private dance I’d give you one at home. Y’don’t need to keep buying up slots.”
Thanos smirks, seeing you exactly where you needed to be- sat pretty on the red velvet couch waiting for him.
Stuffing his hands in his pocket, he’s walking nonchalantly around the glass table, “I like spending my money on you. What can I say?” rounding the table he’s coming to a stop right in front of where you sit on the couch, between your spread legs.
You keep eye contact with him, fluttering your thick lashes and scooting to the edge of the couch, thighs touching his knees, “Bullshit.” You laugh tilting your chin up, “you know they take a percentage out..” you scoff talking about the club you’re working under, “y’could of just bought me another necklace or somethin’”
One hand removes itself from his pants pocket, reaching out and grabbing a hold of your chin. Tattooed fingers splay themselves under your chin, his thumb pressing into your cheek, “Mhmmm, more pretty diamonds for you to strut around in? I’m sure you’d like that, huh?”
You giggle as he shakes your head back and forth like some stuffed doll, “and you wouldn’t like it? Don’t you like dressin’ me up?” You say, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. Your head turns, lips brushing against his thumb, “You bought this set.” You say, eyes still fixated on him as your tongue lolls out of your mouth to lick at the pad of his finger.
“No need to get smart with me~” he’s teasing, pushing his thumb past your plump lips, pressing down on the pad of your tongue, “What’s up with that new move? Showin’ off or somethin’?”
You pull off of his thumb with a lewd pop! “I didn’t think you’d notice. It was such a small change….” You say it so coyly as if you weren’t just throwing ass in a full split on stage 15 minutes ago “You don’t want me to show off?”
“Fucking- I did nottt say that” he laughs, sliding his hand to the back of your head and bringing your face forward- pressing your cheek against his throbbing erection. “I loved you showing off- those stupid fucks were drooling like dogs, throwing their money away for a chance to get a second of your attention…”
He’s smooshing your face against him, dragging your cheek across his cock, rough denim scraping against your flesh, “you gotta up your private dance price…those losers needa be paying more to even me graced with your presence, baby.”
Giggling and fluttering your lashes up at him, your hands are coming to his thighs and trailing their way up to their destination. Manicured nails pull at the button and zipper, shoving his pants down his meaty thighs.
Your cunt is fluttering around nothing when you get your first glimpse of his cock- he’s so hard he had to flip it up into his waistband, red and leaking tip pressed flush against his abdomen, pinned by elastic.
“You’re so hard….” You coo, mouthing over the bulge in his black briefs. Tongue laying flat you’re licking a fat stripe up the underside of his cock, “leaking everywhere~” you purr in a hungry tone. Holding Thanos’s gaze you circle your tongue around the bit of his cock that’s uncovered, slurping up the oozing pre-cum.
He lets out a sound that’s a mix between a hiss and a growl. A hand fixes itself to your hair, making a makeshift ponytail, “can you f-fucking blame me. You looked so fuckin good up there, baby..”
Thanos is pulling his underwear down just enough until his cock is fully free. He’s instantly back rocking his hips against your face, smearing your skin with his pre-cum, “You have another stage set right?”
Your lips mouth around the underside of his cock, smearing your lipstick across his skin in the way you know he likes, “Mhmmmm.” You hum, making sure you do it as you lick around his balls.
“Shame. We don’t have much time then…my baby’s so popular you just had 5 minute slots left….bought em all up so we have about 15 minutes….”
You’re licking back up to the tip of his cock, hands bracing themselves against his thighs- you know what’s coming. You’ve been in this position before.
“Ya’ gonna get my cock nice n’ wet? Make it sloppy so I can fuck you real good, yeah?” Smirking down at you, painted nails pet at your scalp, you’re nodding.
Lips wrapped around him, you’re hollowing your cheeks out and taking him down your throat inch by inch, “y-yeahhhhh- fuck! There you gooo.”
Your tastebuds overwhelmed with his natural musk, your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and you’re moaning around his thick cock. Your jaw stretched to capacity, you’re drooling around him. When you’re about halfway down you pull off him all the way.
Hands jerking him off, you’re connected to the tip of his cock by a thick web of spit, you’re quickly catching the slick before it drops and massaging it down his length, “Such a good fuckin’ girl, bet all your lil’ clients were hoping this would happen..”
You sick back down, slurping and gagging as you take even more of him. You’re making it a debauched show, spiting more onto his cock - spit bubbling out of your mouth.
“But those fucks can’t even touch you.” A wide smirk stretches across his face, “Nuh-Uhhh not like I can..” his words are broken up by growls and grunts as he thrusts his dick deeper into your throat.
Mouth full of his cock you nod.
Not even a couple minutes go by before he’s pulling at your hair and ripping you off his cock.
“Times ticking, sweetheart- I need to bust in your cunt.”
Lipstick smeared your wicked smile is twisting to mirror his.
You two move quick, wasting no time. Thanos plops himself down on the couch and you’re standing quickly to then straddle his lap. With the coffee table so close, it gives you the perfect surface to lean on to. You can feel his cock slot itself perfectly against the valley of your ass
One hand gripping at your hip and the other running up the back of your spine and pushing you down further, Thanos is letting out a low growl, “god damn, fuckin’ look at you…”
Planting your palms on the glass table and arching your back, you’re looking over your shoulder with a devilish smirk, “yeah? ‘S all yours~” you’re shaking your ass against him.
His fingers grip at the sides of the skimpy thong you had on for your dance outfit and he pulls- the fabric digging into your puffy cunt- the harder he pulls the more your lips swallow the thin piece of fabric.
“F-fuck…S-Subonggg~”
Slap!
A wanton moan is ripped from your lips and your ass is recoiling against his hand, red palm-shaped print already blooming on your ass, “damn fucking straight it is all mine…”
Another slap!
“Now show me that new lil’ move you learned..needa see it up close.” Blown out pupils are entranced by the way your ass cheeks frame his cock that’s still wet with his spit. Fingers splayed out on the fat of your ass, his thumbs come inwards and hold his cock down, rocking into the doughy flesh of your ass.
Biting your lip and suppressing a whine you’re leaning forward once more, elbows resting on the cool glass coffee table and you push your legs outwards, straightening your knees.
In a full middle split on the couch, ass pressed right against his cock, you know you’re about to feel him so deep you might as well call out of work for the rest of the night.
“Atta girl…fuckin’ Hell, why haven’t we done this sooner??” Thanos laughing in disbelief and an odd proudness. He runs his hands over your extended legs, fingers creating goosebumps in their wake. He reruns back to that pretty purple thong he bought for you and pushes it to the side.
“I-I was still practicing- oh fuck….” You feel his thumb brush against your cunt, pulling your puffy lips to the side and spreading you wide open, “w-wanted to surprise you..”
“Practice?! F’me?! Ain’t you just a peach..” his hand is squeezing your ass in a small gesture of appreciation, “got all excited just from showing off to me, how fuckin’ cute.
Without warning his dipping his thumb into your tight cunt, thrusting it in and out at a leisurely pace- just watching how your greedy hole clenches around the digit. Anytime he draws his thumb out of you, it’s coated in more and more of your cream.
“We’re gonna revist this when you’re not on the clock and imma have sooooo much fun with you like this…” Thanos chuckles from behind you, having found what he thinks is going to be his new favorite position for everything.
“But f’now…we gotta hurry up unfortunately… ’m not letting you leave till I see you do that lil’ move you did on stage on my cock.” His thumb withdrawals from you leaving you clenching around nothing.
He says it like it’s law. It’s not an ask but a demand. You can feel the bulbous cockhead drag against your cunt. Collecting your arousal and wetting his dick. For someone who was complaining about timing, he’s still teasing you- tailing his cock around your twitching entrance then back down to tap it on your clit with wet smacks.
“Gonna give me a nice lil private show? One none of those fucks would ever get…”
“Y-yes, f-fuck put it in!” You cry, hips shaking back to try and force him inside you yourself.
“Ugh.. such a shame I gotta rush..” you can hear his eye roll, “y’know I love teasing you till y’cryinf f’me.”
One hand is dragging your hips down, sinking you on his cock. He’s sinking balls deep instantly with the way you’re literally split open across his lap.
You can feel every inch of him. He’s reaching places he never has before and it’s nearly knocking the breath out of you.
“Oh-ohh shitttt!!” It comes out in a pathetic squeal, your cunt already gushed mf around his cock. Any movement you make has your clit dragging against the rough flesh of his balls- stimulating you in such an oddly intimate way it’s making your thighs shake only a second into him being balls deep inside you.
“Ohhhh there it isss.” His voice is low and gravely, thick like syrup and wrapping you in a white hot warmth, “you f-feel how deep I am??” It’s said so proudly- he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
“M-mhmmm, g-god you’re s-so deep…” you’re practically falling face first onto the glass table.
Ass already reddened, the purple haired rapper is adding another red palm print right over the old ones.
“Nuh-uh. Stay the fuck with me. Y’can take it, c’mon.”
You whimper and pull yourself back upright, arching your back the way you know is gonna drive him wild.
“S’it. Actin’ like y’haven’t taken my cock in your life…” Thanos scoffs, you simultaneously hate and love how it turns you on more than you already are.
Aided by his hands on your hips, your rolling your pelvis, ass shaking against him. Legs spread wide, you’re leaning forward more nails scraping against the glass tabletop, gasping out broken syllables of his name.
“L-look at that. Goddamn, baby…I- Ohhhhh fuuuuckkk.” Head kicking back on the couch, you’re cutting him off by speeding up. You’ve always had a habit of fucking him stupid when you were on top- but this was something else.
Using all his strength he’s picking his head up and rolling his neck to look back down at the perfect view in front of him. Hips moving and throwing your ass in devastating circles, your ass is jiggling and-
Holy fuck you’re literally twerking on his cock.
Yeah, if he dies busting this nut- he’d be happy. Anytime your ass jiggles forward he’s able to see how he splits apart your creamy pussy. You’re so messy, leaking around him and yourself.
“Y-you’re g-gonna kill me.” He laughs hands sitting loose on your ass and just feeling every jiggle, “gonna blow my load so f-fucking hard..”
With this angle, you’re not better off. Everytime you slam your hips down, the devious curve of his cock prods and pokes at that spongey spot that makes your vision blurry and your core tighten.
“Y‘gonna cum? I-I can feel you clenching. Fucking g-give it to me. You gonna be good ‘n- g-god fucking dammit- let me cum in your pussy?”
“Y-yes- fuck- mhm!! Inside!!”
Your response is pathetic and so breathless, you’re surprise he even under stood it.
You don’t realize it’s happening until it’s too late, your core is tightening and that deep heat that was in your cunt is coming to a burning crescendo and your orgasm is gushing out of you. It’s sharp and deep. you feel it in every nerve possible as it lingers deep within you even after the initial wave hits.
Every drop of your hips forces more of your release out of you, dropping over his balls.
That’s all it takes- Thanos is grabbing at your ass and slamming you down all the way on him. You can feel his balls twitch against your clit, drawing up taught as he spills his cum into you.
Choked moans fall from his lips as rope after rope spills deep inside your gooey walls, his fingernails biting into your flesh hard enough to draw blood.
You two sit in that exact position for a couple minutes, the only sound was the mixing heavy breaths and gasps that came from the two of you. You know you’ve definitely surpassed the 15 time slot your boyfriend has booked but you really can’t move.
You feel him rock into the slightest bit a way to get your attention. Pulling out slowly, cock jumping in reaction to your gasp, his dick is falling limply to his stomach and he’s positioning your thong back in its proper place.
With another slap to your ass, Thanos is chuckling.
“You better be able to hold all it in… what would your loyal patrons think if you had my cum dripping out of you while you spin pretty ‘round the pole…”
