please write more thanos 230 smut i need to fight for dominance with this man and the previous fic was great
Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Hatefucking (pt.2)
Synopsis: You and Thanos hate each other and, no matter how many death threats he sends your way, you never listen. So he decides that, if threats don’t work, maybe you need to be fucked instead. Of course, he's a fool to think he'll get away with that.
A/N: hey.... hey.. how y'all doing..? I'm back from the dead in honor of squid game s3 so here's this finally.
Warnings: smut, thanos gets denied release bc he deserves it, every1 is mean, we basically attempt to murder nam-gyu but he lives dw, hair pulling (from both us and thanos), it's literally called hatefucking so don't expect lovey dovey stuff.
Waking up the next morning after last night's events was.. Something. You felt very conflicted with yourself. You couldn’t believe you had let that absolute dickhead have his way with you and treat you like a whore. You wanted to punch him for having the audacity to do that with you but you also wanted to punch yourself for letting him get away with that. You had half a mind to walk up to him now and yell at him but you knew that would get you nowhere. If anything, it would just make you more angry because he’d probably look at you with that dumb cocky smirk again and make fun of you.
You snapped out of your thoughts when the very loud voice of Thanos rang out again. You looked over at him immediately with a glare, not appreciating his current volume when it was this early in the morning. He was louder than the blaring classical musical that would play through the speakers to wake everyone up. You were really hoping today would be the day he dies so you’d never see his dumb face again. The chances that happened were ridiculously slim though considering he was a little too willing to sacrifice everyone within a 5 mile radius of him.
“Good morning everyone! Let’s play some games!” Thanos spoke with a large grin, much to the dismay of everyone else who didn’t want to deal with such an energetic person after just waking up. In all honesty, Thanos was feeling much more excitable today. He had been thinking about the events of last night non-stop as seeing you in that state was a real treat for him. He really didn’t expect he’d enjoy using you so much but, now that he’s done it once, he can’t help but want to do it again. It was a real ego booster to see you on his knees sucking his cock after all the shit you had said to him. He preferred you much better when you kept quiet.
You peeled your eyes off of him after a few solid seconds of telling him to shut up through the power of telekinesis, instead opting to look at the ground beneath your feet to avoid poisoning your eyes with his ridiculous face. You let out a sigh before getting up and shoving your hands into your pockets in a rather poor attempt to blend into the small amount of people left. It was sort of surreal to think that there were 456 people when you first arrived here and now there’s not even close to 200 people left. Although, the deaths you witnessed had left you rather desensitized to murder now.
You subtly walked over to the line of players that was slowly beginning to form as it was time for the next god forsaken game. You were hoping you could avoid Thanos and his dumb little friends - if they could even be called his friends - because you weren’t keen on hearing what comments he had to make today. You could only guess some of the things he would say after the events of last night, none of which you wanted to hear come from his mouth.
You followed behind the line of survivors as you were led through hallways, up way too many stairs for your liking, and finally to the game room for today. It was certainly an interesting looking place. It was a circular room - sort of like a circus tent - and there were many doors that seemed to each lead to a small room. In the center of the room, there was a circular platform which seemed to house three carousel horses in the very center. You didn’t have a single clue what this game could possibly be but you didn’t let that deter you.
The usual robotic voice rang out over the speakers explaining the game for today. You listened as it explained the rather simple rules of the game. You almost wanted to laugh at how easy this game sounded although you knew better than to do that as there was probably some trick to this game. If anything, this game might encourage violence because it’s more of an every-man-for-himself type game under the guise of a team game.
You stepped onto the large circular platform, not exactly looking forward to the inevitable chaos of this game. You watched each player carefully as they stepped onto the platform with utmost caution. Clearly, everyone was on edge as they all seemed to predict that what was about to occur would be anything but humane.
A sudden hand on your shoulder made you flinch slightly as you looked behind you to see Thanos’s stupid grin. He seemed to have gotten even cockier, maybe because he thought he had some sort of power over you now. You let out an audible sigh as you turn around to face him with annoyance written all over your face.
“What? What do you want?” you question but your tone made it clear you really didn’t give a fuck what he wanted. He laughed at your slight aggression towards him and squeezed your shoulder slightly. “Relax, just wishing you good luck,” he says with a small smirk but it was clear his intentions were in fact not to wish you good luck. You pulled your hand out of your pocket and quickly pushed his hand off your shoulder with a scoff. “I don’t need your good luck,” you speak and he looks away with slight annoyance.
“Was yesterday not enough for you? Maybe I should fuck your bitchy face again, huh?” he says as he looks down at you, the smirk on his face long gone and replaced with the same annoyance as yours. “How about I fuck your bitchy face up instead?” you speak. You couldn’t believe the audacity he had to bring up what happened yesterday now. It was like he was trying to throw you off your game so you’d die. Well, unfortunately for him, you’d sooner claw his eyes out then die in a stupid place like this.
He seemed to find something so amusing about your words, you could just see it on his face that he found you ridiculous. “Better hope we don’t cross paths this round,” he spoke before patting your shoulder twice and leaving you alone to go to his own team. The threat was very clear this time around and you could tell he meant it. If you got too close to him, he’d make sure to kill you. The idea brought a small smirk to your face. Him? Killing you? You wouldn’t even let him succeed in that in his dreams.
You let out a scoff before turning around. On cue, the platform began to spin and some childish music played. When the platform stopped, a number was called out and you quickly found a group to run into a room with. It was a bunch of strangers who you hadn’t had the chance to speak to and you definitely weren’t going to try any time soon. You watched through the slot in the door as people who weren’t so fortunate got eliminated but it seemed Thanos hadn’t gotten to share the same fate.
It took around 10 minutes before the room doors were unlocked and the players trailed back to the center platform. This went on for four rounds and you, thankfully, did not have any encounters with Thanos yet. However, you had been watching him and he seemed rather preoccupied in sacrificing his own teammates. You honestly weren’t surprised. Of course, he was sacrificing his own team with a smile on his face. God, you wanted to wipe that grin off his face permanently.
The last round came by and you managed to overhear a conversation between some close-knitted players. A conversation that had you quite intrigued considering it related to the game. You watched them subtly and took in their words.
“Two,” one of them spoke as the other one looked over at him curiously. “Wait, why?” the other guy responded, curious for an explanation to the guys very confident guess. “We're at 126 people. There are 50 rooms. Even if there’s two in every room, there’s still only enough for 100 of us. If you don’t find one fast, you’re done for,” he answered and that definitely peaked your attention. His guess was quite educated and it formed an idea in your head.
You looked over to Thanos with a small smirk and he seemed to sense your stare causing him to look over at you curiously. You didn’t break eye contact and just stared at him. In all honesty, it did make him slightly uncomfortable considering you were just standing there staring. He didn’t have time to think about it though as the platform stopped and the number two was called out. Rather predictably, he left his quiet friend alone and instead took player 124 with him.
Without another thought, you ran after them and quickly caught up with them. You couldn’t explain what got into you but, before you knew it, you had grabbed the back of player 124’s jacket and pulled him back. Of course, Thanos was taken aback and immediately looked over but you didn’t give him time to think before you pushed him back into an empty room, leaving Player 124 in the dust. You closed the door behind you and held it shut, waiting for it to lock on its own.
Of course, Thanos was pissed. He immediately made a move, stomping towards you with the intent to get you out of the way. Not like you were about to let that happen. You quickly raised your foot and kicked his knee making him stumble back with a grunt. “Fuck!” he cursed out before straightening up and looking at you with a lot of anger. He couldn’t believe the shit you were pulling.
Honestly, you couldn’t believe it either.
The door locked as the timer ran out and you let go with a slight smirk before walking toward him. You gripped his chin roughly and forced him to keep his eyes on you. Oh, you were going to get revenge for all the times he’s treated you like shit. You had more than enough of him by now and this was the perfect time to give him a sweet taste of his own medicine.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he said and you were quick to raise a hand and slap him clean across his face. It sent him into a stunned silence as he was quickly forced to look back at you again. Had you actually just slapped him? He was starting to think this might be some sort of hallucination from his drugs but he knew better than that.
“I’m fucking sick of hearing you speak. Can’t you shut the hell up for once?” you speak as you look at him. Your voice snapped him out of his daze and he quickly regained his composure. A smirk once again graced his lips as he looked at you. “Is this your way of asking me to fuck you again?” he asked. You couldn’t believe he was still talking like that given the situation. Your free hand grabbed a fistful of his hair as you pulled him closer. You were angered by his undeserved confidence.
“I’d rather have a bullet blasted through my skull than have you fuck me again,” you responded. “Then why didn’t you die out there?” he questioned - obviously trying to make fun of you by subtly suggesting that deep down, you want him despite all the hate your harbour for him. “Because I wanted to wait for you to die first. I can’t wait to see the life leave your ugly fucking face,” you answered and his smirk dropped at your words.
You let out a scoff before letting him go and standing by the door to see the situation outside. You didn’t see player 124’s body anywhere so you could assume he survived and might have it out for you later after the stunt that you pulled. Thanos didn’t seem to say anything and instead opted to just stare at you. You could feel his eyes burning through your skull but you ignored it. You had already decided to fuck around with him some more later. After all, this was just a warning sent to him to not fuck with you unless he wants to face the consequences.
Then, all of a sudden, a hand grabbed your hair and pulled you back. You let out a hiss at the jolt of pain and looked at Thanos to be met with an angry glare. He kept a tight grip on your hair as he brought you close to his face. It was pretty clear that he was anything but happy now. There wasn’t a single trace of amusement on his face. Part of you was glad since you were sick of seeing him look so smug.
“Are you trying to make me angry? Because it’s working,” he speaks. His attitude had changed quite a bit now and he no longer would play nice - or, at least his version of nice. Your hand raised to grab his wrist tightly, a silent warning to let go of you before things got properly violent. “Let me go,” you stated firmly. You had long run out of patience with him. If he didn’t start listening, you’d make him listen.
He let out a humorless laugh as he briefly looked to the side before returning his gaze to you. “Or what? You gonna slap me again?” he says with a mocking tone. Thanos had already painted an image in his mind of you being all bark and no bite. He didn’t believe you had the guts to actually try anything and that this was nothing but your poor attempt at regaining some sort of power after the events of last night. He was starting to think he might need to give you another taste.
“Worse,” you respond, waiting for his reaction to your response. Your intentions were not to kill him, not yet at least. You just wanted to put him in his place like he tried to do to you. If sex was his language, then you’d use it to send a very clear message for him to stay in his place and out of the way of you. He raises an eyebrow at your words, analyzing your face as if to try to understand what the response you gave meant.
“Worse-?” he questions before he’s silenced by your lips pressing against his. It caught him slightly off guard as he really hadn’t expected you to kiss him. He wasn’t an idiot though, and he could tell this kiss was nothing related to love or anything along those lines. It was a way to get a message across. You backed him up against the wall as you kissed him and he made no effort to stop you. If anything, he actually partially reciprocated the kiss.
In your mind, you knew you had maybe a little over six minutes left to prove a point to him and you’d be damned if you didn’t make the most of that time. Your hand slipped down beneath the waistband of his pants and Thanos tensed slightly. Feeling him tense up at your touch entertained you slightly. It only served as motivation for you to continue as you slowly started palming his cock through the fabric of his boxers.
He let out a quiet grunt as he tried not to thrust up into your hand. He preferably didn’t want to appear desperate even though his cock got increasingly hard as your hand teased him. He knew you’d keep teasing him like this just to hear him whine and beg. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of that though. That would bruise his ego and he couldn’t have that happen.
“Is this your way of saying you want my dick again?” Thanos speaks with a smirk, keeping up his cocky facade as if he isn’t starting to feel rather eager to get his dick sucked. You gave him no response, opting to instead pull his pants down to his knees along with his boxers and free his hardening cock.
His breath hitched for a moment as your hand wrapped itself around his cock achingly slowly. Usually, Thanos had the power in situations like this. He couldn’t think of a single time where he was the one pushed up against the wall with his head leaned back and his eyes squeezed tight at a little pleasure. Feeling the way you slowly stroked his dick, purposely teasing him - it was driving him mad. He wanted to say something - to do something.
He wanted to grab a fistful of your hair and throw you to the ground before fucking the life out of you but he couldn’t. He was feeling weirdly sensitive and it had him distracted beyond belief. Of course, you had noticed how he was actually submitting to you. It brought a smirk to your face knowing you made him give up so quickly.
“What’s wrong?” You question as your thumb goes to his tip and traces light circles. He grunted - an attempt to cover up what you both knew would’ve been a whine. “Too much for you?” You tease as you quicken your motions a little to try to elicit more sounds from him.
“Shut- up,” Thanos spoke as his hips instinctively thrusted upward. He was chasing a release even though he knew you wouldn’t let him have it. He knew that you just wanted to leave him hard and horny with no one to help but his own hand.
His words make you laugh a little. His annoyance and desperation were funny to you - hilarious even. The fact someone like him was being reduced to this might be the best thing you’ve ever seen. It was even better when he actually started whining.
By now, Thanos had given up on his attitude. He hoped that maybe if he just started begging you to let him cum, you would. As shameful as it was for him. He really didn’t want to be left with nothing.
“Fuck- c’mon, faster. I’m so close,” He spoke through heavy breaths and slight whines. He ran a hand through his hair as he felt his release closing in on him. Fuck, he wouldn’t say it out loud, but you were good. The way your hand fit perfectly around his cock and effortlessly switched places was driving him mad. “I’ll do whatever you want,” he adds in a desperate attempt to get the release he needs.
“Oh yeah?” you question as you grip his chin and make him look at you. He nods his head quickly like some puppy desperate for a treat. “Anything,” he repeats and, for a moment, he thinks you’re agreeing because your hand moves up and down his cock faster and your thumb presses on his tip just perfectly but then-
The door unlocks. And the feeling is gone.
A whine leaves his mouth as he almost feels himself collapse to the floor. You were already walking out and, if his dick wasn’t aching right now, he would have chased you down.
“Fucking bitch,” he cursed under his breath before letting out a heavy sigh. Reluctantly, he pulled his pants back up, the friction making him wince a little before he relaxed slightly and ran up to you.
“What the fuck was that?” he said quietly to you with annoyance. He was pissed off that you basically stripped him of his dignity and didn’t even give him the gift of release in return. Upon getting no response from you, Thanos lets out a noise of frustration but he continues to quickly trail after you. “Oh, so now you’re gonna ignore me,” he says as he blocks your way to force you to acknowledge him.
“What? That desperate for more?” you tease as you fold your arms over your chest. You didn’t even let him answer before you spoke again. “God, you’re pathetic. I’d recommend you fuck off from now on, yeah?” you speak. He’s quiet for a few moments as he just stares which elicits a scoff from you before you push past him and walk back to the center of the room.
Thanos doesn’t move after you this time, too busy trying to come to terms with what just happened. He couldn’t believe he let you get away with that. He should’ve done something- anything, but he didn’t. He was left feeling unsatisfied and frustrated. His ego was a little hurt too. You played his game and still beat him at it. Fuck, you were annoying.
“Fucking bitch,” Thanos curses under his breath. “Fucking.. Hope she gets shot,”
