hiii ā” my name is bella (pronounced choi subong's wifey), but in the fanfic world i go by namgoonetteā¦ you might know me from groupie love on wattpad hehe or shades of cool on ao3. anyway, iām 20 and i go by she/her
i like writing, football (soccer), food and the color pink lol. this blog is just for me to bring my (and your) fantasies into reality. what Ī± waste of talent, really. lol. i study communications and aspire to be Ī± sports reporter, so be prepared, you might see me on your tv one day š so you're telling me that i need to have dreams and ambitions instead of fantasizing about thanos all day? hmm. btw i don't know shit about kpop!!! i'm just here for shits and giggles (and smut)
anywayyy if you wanna be friends donāt be shy, come talk to me <3 minors dni pls :(
i gen love it when i receive Ī± request and anon adds Ī± little compliment or just āhi, please and thank youā like i could be bleeding out on the side of the street and id pick up my phone to write whatever u want gorgeous
hii! Ik its a bit kinky but could you write subong x reader where he fucks her in his studio and he records her moans without her knowing and when she goes listening to his new album she hears her own moans???? ( smth kinda like axl rose liked to do, putting womanās moans in musics
what do you think her reaction would be?
music to my ears
Ī±/n: LMFAO i lovveeee this idea despite being part of the silent team iykwimš i think this is my first time writing oral sex with m receiving lol? iād appreciate some feedback. also, pls ignore typos as iām too tired to proof readā¦ love u
summary: you decide to surprise your boyfriend during one of his late night studio sessions and what happens next would break the internet.
warnings: +18, smut, sexual language, unprotected piv, oral sex (m receiving), sloppy makeout
words: around 2.2k or more idk
you hadnāt been seeing your boyfriend lately due to his extremely tight schedule. everybody in thanosā surrounding knew that he locked in once every blue moon, and when that happens, nobody dares bothering him. because when your boyfriend actually puts his mind to it, he tends to produce nice things.
that day, instead of going home directly, you decided to stop by the studio so you could say hi and leave to not bother him further. you had made one stop prior to that where you got some junk food and some snacks so you donāt walk in empty handed.
you walked through the dark hallways of the building looking for suit number 230 until you found it and knocked before walking in.
as soon as you walk in, he lifts his head up and raises both his eyebrows in surprise. he takes his headphones off, letting them rest around his neck, and walks towards you with a wide grin.
"look whoās here! my girl surprises me," he says, pulling you into a warm hug and giving you a quick, sweet peck on the lips.
you laugh softly, holding up the plastic bag. "i brought reinforcements."
"oo, you also got me food i see. come on, sit," he says, wrapping a heavy arm around your shoulder and walking you toward the rolling chair in front of the big screens on the table.
you look at the whole setup, completely mesmerized. it looks so cool in the dim light, the room illuminated mostly by the deep purple glow of the LED strip lights behind his desk and the bright waveforms on his monitors.
thanos starts looking through the bag like a curious cat, his eyes lighting up. "woah, you got me my fav."
"yeah, of course," you smile, leaning back slightly. "figured since you were here all day youād be hungry."
"damn, you know me so well." he sets the bag aside on the edge of the desk, turning his attention right back to you.
you blink, looking from him to the food. "wait, youāre not going to eat?"
"food can wait," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes trail down to your lips. "i missed my girl."
before you can say anything else, he hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls you right onto his lap. your breath hitches as he leans in, closing the distance between you. the kiss starts off deep and needy, his lips sliding against yours with a hunger that tells you exactly how much heās been craving you while trapped in this room.
the quiet studio fills with the wet, heavy sounds of your lips parting and meeting again. your fingers instinctively tangle into his hair, pulling him closer, while his large hand slides up and down your thigh, his touch scorching hot even through your pants. a soft whimper escapes the back of your throat, swallowed instantly by his mouth as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding past your teeth.
after a few intense minutes, you reluctantly pull your lips away, breathing heavily. "well... i donāt wanna distract you more. you should work."
you make a move to stand up, but his grip on your waist tightens instantly, anchoring you down.
"no," he murmurs against your jaw, pulling you right back into his lap. "you didnāt come all the way here to leave so early. and besides, we could just go home together." he slides his lips down to the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a lingering kiss there before whispering right into your ear, "and i could even spend the night there."
you giggle, the vibration of his voice tickling your skin. "okay, fine."
you adjust yourself on his thighs, staying comfortable on his lap while he puts his headphones back on over one ear so he can listen to both you and the audio. he goes back to clicking around the screen, working on his beats, and occasionally plays a loop out loud through the studio monitors.
"which one would work better for the transition? this one?" he asks, playing a heavy bassline, "or the lighter chord progression?"
"i don't know," you chuckle, shifting a bit. "they both sound good, but the first one has more energy."
"yeah? that's what i was thinking too," he says, turning his head to kiss your cheek.
but as you shift around to look at the screen, you feel something hard and rigid pressing directly against your thigh. you glance down, then look back up at him with a knowing smirk. "uhm... can i do something about it?"
thanos glances down at his lap, then back at you, shaking his head with a smirk. "nah, itāll go away in a bit. i wanna keep the energy for later tonight."
"you sure?" you ask, leaning closer.
he raises an eyebrow, a challenged look entering his dark eyes. "do you wanna do something bout it?"
you nod immediately.
he lets out a low chuckle. "okay, show me then."
you carefully slide off his lap and drop down under the wide wooden desk, settling onto your knees in the small space between his legs. you reach up, your fingers working quickly to unbutton his baggy denim jorts. you slide the metal button loose and pull down the elastic waistband of his boxers just enough to free his length. itās already thick, stretching out half-hard and pulsing slightly in the cool air of the room.
you wrap your fingers around the base, slowly stroking him up and down to get him harder. your eyes stay locked on his face from below the desk as you slide your hand up to the crown, watching his jaw clench. then, you lean in and part your lips, taking the tip into your warm, slick mouth.
the sudden heat makes him let out a sharp hiss. you suckle on the sensitive head, swirling your tongue around the edge in slow, deliberate circles before taking a bit more of him inside.
up above, thanos is completely losing his ability to focus on editing. his fingers hover over the keyboard, but his mind is completely blank. all he can feel is a heavy, pooling pit of intense pleasure forming deep in his lower stomach. his breath gets shallower, and he starts uncomfortably moving and shifting in his rolling chair, caught between the sheer overstimulation of your tongue and his desperate attempt to snap out of it. he tries to stare at the glowing monitor, pretending like nothing is happening, but his hands are shaking slightly on the desk.
by now, he has gotten so hard itās almost painful. his shaft is rigid, fully engorged, and shiny beads of clear precum are starting to form right at the opening.
you glide your tongue over the very tip, catching the taste of his mildly sweet and salty precum. the direct contact on his most sensitive spot makes his brow furrow into a tight, strained frown, a low groan vibrating in his chest.
you pull out a few inches, the cool air hitting him as you look up and say, "well, that was hot."
the sound of your voice vibrates directly against his bare skin, sending an immediate, sharp wave of pleasure straight to his core. before he loses control completely, he quickly reaches down, tucks his hard cock back into his boxers, and pulls his jorts back up, though he doesn't bother to button them.
you chuckle from the floor, looking up at him mischievously. "wait, you were close. i could feel your balls tightening."
"i need to focus," he grunts, staring straight ahead at the screen, his chest rising and falling heavily.
you pout under the desk, resting your chin on his knee. but looking closer, because his jorts are still unbuttoned and hanging open, you can clearly see a dark, wet stain spreading through the gray fabric of his boxers right where he directly shoved his leaking tip back in.
you place your palm right over the wet cloth, feeling the intense heat radiating from him. "well, subongie... u wouldnāt want to cum in your pants, would u?"
thatās the breaking point. thanos grips the edge of the heavy desk and pushes his chair back, the wheels rolling him back a few feet and giving him a full, unobstructed view of you on your knees in front of him.
he stares down at you, his eyes dark with dark desire. "canāt you wait just for a bit until iām done? then we can go home and u can make me cum as many times as you want?"
you simply shake your head, signaling a definite no.
he lets out a sharp, amused scoff, a smirk breaking through his serious expression. "are you in heat?"
you both laugh, the tension breaking for a fraction of a second. then, he stands up from the chair and extends a large hand down to you. you take it, letting him pull you up to your feet, but before your knees can even straighten completely, he pulls you flush against his chest and connects your lips in a fierce, heated kiss.
you moan directly into his mouth, the sound muffled by his lips. the sudden sound gives him an idea. keeping one hand wrapped tightly around your waist, he reaches out with his other hand and blindly hits the hotkey for 'record' on his audio interface software. the little red light on the screen starts blinking, capturing every sound in the quiet room.
he backs you up against the edge of the large desk, his hands gripping your hips as he lifts you up to sit on the smooth wood. he steps in close, positioning himself right between your open legs as the kiss grows hungrier.
his large hand slips under the hem of your shirt, the heat of his palm tracing up your ribs before he quickly pulls the fabric up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor. the cool air of the studio hits your bare skin, leaving you sitting there in just your bra, your skin breaking out in goosebumps.
he doesn't give you time to think, dropping his lips to your jaw and kissing his way down the column of your neck, leaving wet trails all the way down to your chest. your fingers run wildly through his hair, gripping the strands as a loud whimper escapes your lips.
thanos pulls back just an inch, his dark eyes locking onto yours as he whispers, "make some sound for me, baby."
he reaches down to unbutton your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your shoes until they drop to the floor. his eyes drop to your underwear, noticing the prominent, damp patch clinging to your heat.
he lets out a low growl. "wow... you got this wet just from giving me head?"
you chuckle breathlessly, your face flushing. "yes."
eager to feel him, you reach down for his unbuttoned jorts, tugging them down past his hips. you try to pull his boxers down at the same time, struggling slightly because your lips are still locked together in a messy kiss, but you manage to free his fully hard, throbbing cock.
thanos doesn't waste another second. he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, pushing the fabric completely to the side to expose you. he guides himself forward, placing the slick, hot tip right against your aching entrance, but he doesn't push inside yet.
as he continues to kiss you deeply, your hips twitch. you try to tilt your pelvis, trying to position your pussy so he can finally slide into you, but he holds his ground, teasing you at the opening.
losing your patience, you break the kiss, your chest heaving as you look him dead in the eye. "just fucking fuck me!"
he blinks, a dark smirk spreading across his face. "woah, okay."
with a heavy thrust, he inserts his entire length inside you in one smooth, deep motion. your eyes widen and your head flies back as a loud, high-pitched moan echoes through the studio.
he starts moving immediately, his pace hard and unforgiving against the edge of the desk. the wood creaks slightly beneath you with every heavy, rhythmic thrust. youāre groaning and whimpering so loudly that the sound bounces off the soundproofed walls.
sensing how loud itās getting, thanos suddenly slaps his large palm right over your mouth, muffling your next cry into his hand. "shh... do you want people to hear us, hm?"
you shake yor head quickly against his palm, your eyes wide, but the friction is entirely too good. your internal walls are squeezing him so tightly that he can't even keep his hand over your mouth anymore; instead, he pulls it away and starts completely swallowing your loud moans with deep, wet, bruising kisses, his tongue tangling with yours to muffle the sound.
instinctively, you lift your legs, wrapping them tightly around his thick waist to pull him even deeper inside you. the sudden change in angle and tightness is the exact proof he needs to know youāre right on the edge of cumming.
"fuck me harder," you gasp out against his lips, your voice trembling. "i'm so close..."
hearing those words makes his dick twitch violently inside your wet, clamping walls. his grip on your hips tightens until his knuckles turn white. reaching down between your bodies, he presses his thumb directly against your swollen clit, rubbing it in fast, heavy circles while he continues to drive into you.
the dual stimulation is too much. you dig your nails right through the fabric of his shirt, burying your face deeply into his broad shoulder as your entire body goes rigid. you can feel your internal walls clenching repeatedly around him in a tight, pulsing orgasm.
thanos feels the intense contractions gripping his shaft, pushing him entirely over the edge. his breathing turns into ragged, heavy gasps. "breathe, les... say my name, seƱorita," he growls against your ear.
"thanos... i'm cuming," you sob out, biting your own lip hard to muffle the loud, shattering moans as the climax waves through you, but the muffled, breathless sound only makes the air in the room hotter.
with a few final, deep thrusts, thanos lets out a low, guttural groan into the crook of your neck, his body shuddering as he cums deep inside you, filling you completely while the red recording light on the monitor continues to blink quietly in the dim purple light.
Ī± few months later, the morning sun was creeping through the blinds of your bedroom, casting long stripes of light across the sheets. you blinked your eyes open, yawning as you reached out across the mattress, only to find thanosā side completely empty and cold.
you sighed, rubbing your face, and grabbed your phone off the nightstand to check the time. out of habit, you opened tiktok to mindlessly scroll for a few minutes before getting up.
but the second your feed loaded, your heart dropped.
your entire phone was flooded with edits, screenshots, and frantic text videos all talking about one thing: a massive scandal involving your man. thanos had just dropped a surprise track at midnight, a pre-release teaser to build hype before announcing his official album drop date. he had been weirdly secretive about it for weeks, completely refusing to let you hear even a snippet of it, which was unusual for him. now you knew why.
the comments were losing their minds. āwho is that in the background??ā āthanos who is she??ā āthe moans at the beginning of the song are so loud wtf.ā
your stomach twisted into a tight knot of irritation. female moans? an extremely explicit track? you felt a sudden wave of heat rush to your face as panic and anger started to mix. who the hell did he bring into the studio? was this why he wouldnāt show you the song? was he actually cheating on you this whole time?
you closed tiktok immediately, your fingers trembling slightly as you opened spotify and typed the new song title into the search bar. you pressed play, holding the phone close to your ear, your breath catching in your throat as the heavy bass started to intro.
and then, right before the beat dropped, the audio played a crystal-clear, high-pitched, breathless whimper, followed by a loud, completely uninhibited moan that echoed right through your speakers.
your jaw dropped. you froze, the blood running cold in your veins before rushing straight back to your face in a burning blush.
it was you.
it was your own voice. it was the exact, shattering sound you had made against the studio desk a few months ago when he hit the record button without you knowing.
you were absolutely flabbergasted. your brain completely short-circuited for a solid three seconds before you screamed at the top of your lungs, throwing your phone hard onto the mattress.
"SUBONG!" you shrieked, throwing the blankets off your legs and scrambling out of bed.
you marched out of the bedroom, your chest heaving with pure, unadulterated rage as you looked for this absolute bastard. you stomped down the hallway and rounded the corner into the kitchen, finding him standing by the counter. he was staring down at his phone with a huge, stupid grin on his face, literally giggling at the internet chaos he had just created.
he heard your heavy footsteps and looked up, his expression softening into a relaxed smile. "hey baby, good morningā"
before he could even finish his sentence, you marched right up to him and slapped his arm hard.
thanos winced, stumbling back a step as his coffee sloshed slightly in the mug. he looked at you, completely startled and wide-eyed, his inner tings taking over as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "what the fuck??? what was that for?"
"you put my moans in your song??!!" you yelled, your voice cracking slightly from the sheer shock of it all. "are you completely insane? that is supposed to be private! thatās supposed to be between us!"
thanos blinked, the confusion on his face instantly melting away into an amused, proud smirk. he set his coffee mug down on the counter and took a step toward you, entirely unfazed by your anger.
"it was a surprise," he said, his voice smooth and completely casual. "and besides, nobody even knows itās you, baby. youāre officially gonna be featured on my album!"
"thatās really not fucking funny, aubong!" you snapped, pushing his chest as he tried to get closer. you threw your hands up in the air, your face burning red. "itās embarrassing as fuck! my voice is literally charting on spotify right now while people are talking about how explicit it is!"
seeing how genuinely worked up you were, thanos softened his expression. he stepped into your space, ignoring your weak shoves, and wrapped his heavy, warm arms tightly around your waist, pulling your back against his chest to anchor you. he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, his broad frame completely enveloping yours to calm you down.
"let me go, i'm literally so mad at you," you muttered, though you didn't have the energy to actually fight his grip.
"listen to me," he murmured against your skin, his deep voice vibrating right through your back. he started slowly swaying you side to side, using that low, smooth tone he knew always worked on you. "breath for a second. nobody knows it's you. to the world, it's just a random vocal sample. but to me? i get to listen to my favorite sound whenever i'm on tour."
he pulled back just enough to turn you around in his arms so you were facing him. his dark eyes locked onto yours, a wicked, teasing glint in them as he leaned down closer to your face, exerting his full charm to manipulate you out of your bad mood.
"and honestly? you sounded really hot," he whispered, his thumb gently wiping a stray hair from your forehead. "do you know how many girls would be jealous of you right now if they knew you were the one riding the beat?"
a small, involuntary chuckle escaped your lips before you could stop it, your defenses instantly crumbling against your will. you quickly bit your inside cheek, trying to force the smile off your face. "you are literally awful. you can't just smooth-talk your way out of this."
"see? you're laughing," he grinned, his dimples showing as he squeezed your waist. "that means you like it."
"i still hate you!" you yelled, slapping his chest again, though there was no force behind it this time. "you're a menace. you should have asked me first!"
"if i asked, you would've said no," he argued logically, leaning down to plant a heavy, lingering kiss on your lips to finally shut you up. "now come eat breakfast with your producer, superstar."
YāALL I HAVE GOOD NEWS MY EX DID NOT GET CALLED FOR THE WORLD CUP. WAR IS OVER. IM FREEEEEššššš my stomach been hurting since last night from anxiety but now im doing amazing. (i know itās probably selfish since he worked really hard but i gotta put me firstš)
i also just became Ī± hand model out of nowhere lmfao thank you universe
yeah girlā¦ itās a footballer lol. i wonāt be giving names for obvious reasons. weāre supposed to get the official world cup squad list tomorrow and iām genuinely terrified. i do NOT want to see his face on my tv again.
and yes, unfortunately, heās very good-looking, so girls are constantly making edits of him, and the algorithm seems determined to torture me š
for a little more tea: i met him before he got really famous. back then, he was only known in my grandparentsā city because he played there, but everyone could tell he was insanely talented. so yeah, iāve basically been here since day one. (and it was my moms fav team too so you can imagine the shitshow lmfao) as he started getting more popular, i wanted to keep things private because i didnāt want to be known as āhis girlfriend.ā iām my own person first and foremost.
i still posted pictures of us on my close friends and spam account, and iām not 100% sure, but i think some ex-friends sold those pictures to one of those footballer WAG accounts in my country. they posted me, which was absolutely insane. i immediately asked them to take everything down, but by then iād already gotten a bunch of messages.
one of those messages was from a girl who sent me screenshots of him DMing her on Snapchat. nothing explicit or crazyājust stuff like āhi,ā āwhatās your name,ā āwhere are you from,ā āwyll,ā etc. but i was sitting there likeā¦ sir? why are you talking to other girls when iām right here? especially because i didnāt even have Snapchat, and i was never the type to go through someoneās phone.
obviously i left him. then, about two months later, he moved abroad for another club and i thought id never see him again until bro started representing the national team in very important competitions.
but i also donāt want to paint him as the villain because, honestly, i was kind of awful too. i did love him, but for some reason i was constantly mean to him. i was difficult, impatient, and probably exhausting to deal with (borderline verbally abusive?). iāll never forget the day he looked at me and said, āwhy are you even with me if you hate me so much?ā
and i was likeā¦ dude. youāre literally my first everything. what do you mean ā¹ļø
looking back, i think i pushed him away.
dude was really chill tho, he was such Ī± cutie pie overall and seeing him looking tuff on tv like damnā¦ i had that once. and ommggg there was this one video on tiktok where ppl were editing Ī± certan physical feature that the indigenous people of my country had and me and him somehow ended up in the same video but different clips lol.
idk my bestfriend always told me that me and him looked weirdly alike but i donāt want to hear none of that soulmate bullshit.
thereās way more tea but thatās whatās actually relevant and iāll probably be deleting this later because itās pretty easy to guess who it is if youāre determined enoughā¦
long story short, your girl absolutely fumbled. which is exactly why i spend my time daydreaming about Thanos now.
Heyy can u write smth where subong asks reader to dye his hajr and while she dyes it he makes her sit on his lap and he can't control his hands so he fingers her while she's dyeing his hair? <3!
Ī±/n: heyyy guess whoās back. iām finally done with school. this was the scariest (and most decisive) exam week ever. i havenāt written smut in forever so iāll need some time to remember how we even do this so weāll start with something hot and sexy before jumping to full boombaya again (iāve also been getting 0 play irl lately so i kinda forgot what Ī± man is atp). also wtf is all this hate iām receiving over the ai pictures my friend made of me and thanosā¦? as long as i dont use it we should be fine, especially not in my writing. if u have anything to say, keep it to yourself, because iāll not be entertaining this.
summary: dyeing your boyfriend Thanosā hair purple would be easier if he could keep his hands to himself for once.
warnings: sexual content and language, fingering, sloppy makeout, dry humping (?)
word count: idk i wrote it on tumblr drafts lol but its long enough ig
despite your boyfriendās purple hair turning into Ī± sweet lavender color after not retouching it for Ī± long time, he still looked like the hottest thing ever.
subong wasnāt the type to show feelings but the lack of opportunities in the music industry lately had Ī± huge impact on his mental health. he was really low to the point where he didnāt even want to take care of his blueprint. his hair.
so when you visit him, thatās the first thing you notice. āwhatās with the hair?ā you ask him. āoh.ā he says, running Ī± hand through his hair. āhavenāt had time fix it.ā he shrugs.
you shake your head with a soft smile, pushing past him into the familiar warmth of his apartment. "you're lucky i'm here," you say, tossing your bag onto the couch. subong locks the door behind you, following you with slow, heavy steps. the typical spark in his eyes is dim, weighed down by the constant rejection and silence from the music labels. it breaks your heart to see him like this, so quiet and defeated, neglecting the one thing he always took pride in.
"go sit in the bathroom," you instruct gently, pointing a finger toward the hall. "i'm going to find your stash."
he lets out a faint, tired huff but complies, walking into the bathroom and sitting down on the closed toilet lid. you head straight for the medicine cabinet, swinging the mirror open. sure enough, tucked away behind his cologne and skincare bottles is a familiar box of dark purple hair dye. you grab it, along with the plastic bowl and applicator brush he always keeps handy.
stepping into the bathroom, you set the supplies down on the edge of the sink. subong watches you, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands loosely clasped. the faded lavender strands fall over his forehead, making him look vulnerable and incredibly soft.
"you really don't have to do this," he murmurs, his voice a low, raspy rumble that sends a familiar thrill straight down your spine. "i could have just shaved it off."
"don't you dare," you say, opening the developer bottle and pouring it into the bowl. "your hair is your blueprint, subong. the industry is just stupid right now, but your talent isn't going anywhere. and neither is this hair."
he stares up at you, a shadow of a smile finally touching his lips. "always so bossy."
"only because you need it," you retort, mixing the cream and the purple tint together until it forms a thick, vibrant paste. the chemical scent fills the small room, but it's a comforting, routine smell for the two of you.
once the dye is ready, you snap on the clear plastic gloves. instead of standing over him, you step closer, parting his knees with your thighs. you carefully climb onto his lap, straddling his thighs so you're facing him completely. the sudden proximity makes his breath hitch. you reach down, grabbing the bowl and holding it in one hand while dip the brush with the other.
"keep still," you whisper, lifting the brush to his hairline.
subong doesn't say anything. instead, his large, warm hands find your waist. at first, it's just a steady anchor, his palms resting against your hips. but as you carefully stroke the first layer of purple dye near his temples, his hands begin to move. his fingers trace the curve of your waist, sliding up and down, slowly gathering the fabric of your shirt.
"subong," you warn softly, trying to focus on not getting dye on his forehead. "i need to concentrate."
"i'm just holding you," he murmurs innocently, but his hands slide lower. they move past your hips, smoothing over your thighs before slipping right under your thighs to cup your ass. he squeezes firmly, a sudden, deliberate flex of his fingers that makes you gasp. he gives a sharp, playful smack against your cheek, the sound loud in the quiet bathroom.
"oh my god," you gasp, your hand shaking slightly as you hold the brush. "stop it, you're going to make me mess up."
he doesn't stop. he chuckles, a dark, vibrating sound against your chest. his hands slide back up, traveling underneath the hem of your loose shirt. the rough warmth of his palms hits the bare skin of your ribs, making you shiver. his thumbs trace upward until they find the soft undersides of your breasts. your breath catches in your throat as he cups you fully, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh. underneath his palms, your nipples instantly harden into tight, sensitive peaks, pressing against the fabric.
a soft, helpless moan escapes your lips.
subongās eyes darken, a sudden flash of heat replacing the tiredness that had been there all week. "i want to hear that again," he whispers, his thumb deliberately rubbing over your hard nipple through your bra.
"no, stop," you say, your voice breathless and weak as you try to blink through the haze of pleasure. "let me finish your hair."
you desperately try to focus, dipping the brush back into the purple cream and applying it to the top of his head, working in sections. but subong is relentless. his hands continue to map your body, squeezing and kneading your breasts, making your body melt against his.
as you shift your weight to reach the back of his head, you feel itāa thick, rigid heat pressing firmly against your center. because of how you're straddling him, his erection is poking right against your sweet spot, separated only by a few layers of clothes.
"fuck," you breathe out, the friction hitting you instantly.
a sudden wave of need washes over you. unable to help yourself, you tilt your pelvis forward, deliberately grinding your weight down against his hardness.
subong lets out a low, breathless whimper, his head dropping forward against your shoulder as the friction hits him. his grip on your waist tightens, pinning you against him as you take a slow, agonizing ride against his length. you keep your hands up, working the brush through the rest of his lavender strands, but your lower body is doing a completely different task, rolling your hips smoothly against him.
"you're a tease," he growls against your neck.
before you can answer, his hand abandons your shirt, sliding down the front of your pants. his fingers easily slip past the waistband and slide right inside your panties. the moment his fingers touch your bare skin, he groans. "look how wet you are for me."
he finds your swollen clit, his index finger immediately starting a slow, rhythmic rub over the sensitive bud. the sudden, direct friction makes your whole body shiver. your thighs tremble against his sides, and a loud, needy whine echoes in the bathroom.
"subong, please," you whimper, your hands shaking so badly you can barely hold the dye brush.
he doesn't answer with words. he just slides one long finger inside you, finding you slick and incredibly tight. he begins to finger you slowly, pushing deep inside before curling his finger upward, hitting the exact spot that makes your breah hitch. at the same time, his other hand reaches back up, pulling your shirt up so he can bury his face right between your breasts. he nuzzles into your soft skin, inhaling your scent, his hot breath flaring against your chest every time he thrusts his finger inside you.
you can't do it anymore. your legs are shaking violently, the pleasure building too fast and too intensely. luckily, you manage to slap the last bit of dye onto his roots. you blindly reach over and set the plastic bowl and brush down on the edge of the sink, freeing your hands so you can wrap your arms tightly around subong's neck.
"i'm done," you pant, burying your face in his neck, avoiding his wet hair. "i'm done with the hair."
"good," he mutters against your skin.
his fingering grows a little faster, a little deeper. he knows exactly how to move inside you to drive you crazy. you ride his hand, your hips moving in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm as the tension tightens in your lower stomach. you're so close, your breathing coming in short, ragged gasps.
subong switches his focus, slowing his finger down but using his thumb to press hard and rub in tight, intense circles right on your clit. the dual sensation is too much.
your vision goes blurry as the climax hits you like a wave. you stiffen completely, your body shivering and shaking violently on top of him. you bury your face in his shoulder, muffling your loud, high-pitched cries as your walls clamp down tight around his finger. he keeps rubbing through the wave, holding you tight against him until your shudders finally begin to slow down, leaving you completely breathless and melting into his chest.
he slowly withdraws his hand, wiping his fingers on a piece of toilet paper before wrapping his arms fully around your waist, holding your limp body.
for a few minutes, the only sound in the bathroom is your heavy breathing. subong rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at his reflection in the mirror. his hair is completely covered in the thick, dark purple paste. a soft, genuine smile finally breaks across his face.
"we have about twenty minutes before i need to wash this out," he whispers, his voice dripping with satisfaction. he looks up at you, his eyes dark and full of affection. "can we shower together?"
"yeah," you breathe out, still dazed, your heart hammering against your ribs. "yeah, let's do that."
before you can move, subong hooks his hand behind your neck and pulls you down into a deep kiss. itās sloppy, urgent, and fueled by the leftover adrenaline of your orgasm. his tongue slides easily into your mouth, traveling over your lips before wrapping and playing with your tongue in a heavy, wet rhythm. the kiss drains whatever energy you had left, leaving you completely pliable in his arms.
when he finally pulls back with a wet click, he helps you slide off his lĪ±p. his hands are incredibly gentle now as he reaches for the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. you help him push his own shirt off, both of you shedding your clothes until you're completely bare in the warm bathroom air.
subong turns on the shower, waiting a moment for the water to turn hot and steamy before stepping inside, pulling you in with him.
the warm water hits your skin instantly. as subong tilts his head back to let the water rinse the dye, dark purple water begins to stream down his face, his neck, and his shoulders. it pools at your feet, swirling into dark violet patterns on the shower floor before disappearing down the drain.
you step closer into the spray, grabbing the shampoo bottle. subong closes his eyes, leaning his head back into your hands as you begin to gently massage his scalp, working the purple dye into a rich lather. he sighs, his hands resting on your hips under the falling water, the stress finally completely gone from his face.
one thing about me is iāll always go back to my roots. humor as a coping mechanism and smut written like it means something profound. which is ironic considering the sex was bad. genuinely bad. porn-without-instructions bad. maybe because everything about it was taboo and neither of us had enough experience to know what intimacy was supposed to look like outside of fantasies and silence. if i were a believer iād probably think i was going to hell for adultery, which makes it even funnier because imagine eternal damnation over mediocre dick. tragic honestly. and who knows how many girls youāve done this with in qatar by now. who cares. i say that like i donāt care but sometimes i imagine it anyway, girls who probably watch your games and repost edits of you while i remember you as a real person in a dark room trying too hard to act experienced. thatās the thing though. doing something like this in such a conservative society almost made it feel more intimate. like we had this ugly little secret stitched between us while everyone around us kept pretending purity was real. nobody knew. nobody had any idea. and no matter how far away you are now, no matter how public you became, there will always be a version of you that only exists in my head. not the footballer. not the interviews or the edited clips people thirst over online. just you. awkward and human and disappointing and weirdly comforting. and honestly iām glad there were no promises. no āiāll marry you,ā no āiāll take you to qatar,ā none of that cinematic bullshit people say when they want to feel important. we didnāt owe each other anything and maybe thatās why it still follows me around. people say after a breakup they see little reminders of their ex everywhere. a song. a number. a perfume. i see my literal ex everywhere. on my tv. on my phone. in football edits with dramatic lana del rey songs. get off my screen. you haunt me in 1080p.
