➢ He’s a man of few words, so he shows affection through gifts
➢ Nacho likes a girl with a big ass. He wanna see it bounce. Wants to feel it in his palms. You're his girl so he’s gonna be slapping and pinching it whenever he walks by you at home, without a word.
➢ No PDA whatsoever though. The only thing you’ll get is his arm around your shoulder. It makes him feel like you’re protected and you feel safe and content.
➢ You like calling him Nacio and he’ll call you baby or babe
➢ Big dick energy (come on look at him)
➢ Fucking in lots of random places - kitchen counter, couch, hallway, really anywhere where you guys have a lot of space
➢ Sex with him can be romantic and sensual or downright defiling break-the-bed sex, take your pick.
➢ Quickies quickies quickies
➢ Angry sex with him is the best. He's got a lot weighing on him and needs to let loose his frustrations and stress. Good thing you’re happy to oblige!
➢ You guys tried him choking you in the bedroom once, and you passed out so he’s reluctant to try it again
➢ Mostly quiet and stoic during sex, just heavy breathing and biting his lip cuz he wanna hear you squealing under him
➢ He’s strong and manhandles you really into whatever position he wants.
➢ Full Nelson would be so fucking hot with him (like reverse cowgirl, but him laying with his arms hooked around your knees holding your legs up, and his hands clasped behind your head)
➢ You love riding him because he gets impatient with you and ends up ragdolling you and digging his heels into the bed to slam into you himself.
➢ You bite into his big bicep or forearm when you two do doggy. He's got you in a headlock often during sex
➢ Speaking low, dirty Spanish right into your ear in his rough voice. Makes you more wet instantly like you’re pavlov’s fucking dog
➢ His thick gold chains swaying in your face as he’s fucking you oh my god
➢ Let’s just say this man has a lot of scratches up and down his back. When he wears tank tops you can see them peeking out on his shoulder blades
➢ Keeps you separate from his work life
➢ If you two are more serious than just hooking up, he’d drop so much money on you and spoil you rotten without batting an eye
➢ He gets mysterious phone calls sometimes and has to abruptly leave. He lets you stay at his place however long you like though
➢ You hear him mention names now and then, like “Tuco” or “Domingo”. If you ask about it he’ll just brush it off and say it’s nothing (I like to think that Tuco would take an interest in you if he ever saw you, and Nacho would get jealous)
➢ (Judging from the show) Nacho likes air-headed women, if you’re silly and stupid that’s just fine with him 😋
➢ He’ll fuck you until you’re stupid anyway
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where is all the dirty, filthy, lip-biting smut of this man frfr
warnings: smut, age-gap (20s & 40s), daddy kink, rough sex, roadside sex, Lalo is pissed, reader is a brat
Papi.
You had teasingly called him the name. You weren’t sure what reaction you’d get from him, but certainly not this. Maybe he’d chuckle, his moustache curling into a smirk as he shook his head, or maybe he’d berate you or give you a funny look that told you he disapproved.
I mean, it’s not like you were the only one that thought the nickname fit. In fact countless people had assumed he was old enough to be your father. Someone aged and weathered like him, silver streak in his hair front and center with you by his side. Young, supple, cheeks round and big sweet doe eyes. What else were they supposed to assume? He looked like he could be your father, easily. Plain and simple.
Well now your papi had you bent over the shiny hood of his 1970 Monte Carlo, your cheek squished against it and getting real acquainted with the paint job. The car creaked with the force of his hips meeting your ass.
You didn’t know where you were. You couldn’t really care either. You just hoped you were far enough out of town that there wouldn’t be any unwanted witnesses. The last thing they’d ever see would be you getting your pussy wrecked if Lalo noticed them.
You could tell he’d had a real shitty day, even before you went and pushed his buttons. Since this morning his moustache was pressed into a stern line and his brows were creased, accentuating his fine wrinkles. Now he had to set you back in line.
You reach up to grip the back of his greying hair, but his hand follows yours quickly and yanks it away. He slaps it back down onto the hood where you were shakily bracing yourself.
“No, bobo. Don’t touch my fucking hair.”
His voice was low and serious. Lalo had somewhere to be after this. Important people to meet with. Phone calls to make. You were already wasting his precious time, he wasn’t going to spend a second redoing his hair because of you.
“Mmsorry papi!”
A pathetic excuse for an apology rolls off your lolling tongue. Lalo was deep, the feeling of him kissing your cervix combined with the metal of his car digging into your bare hips.
His thrusts stutter at hearing the nickname again. You were really playing with fire here, using the nickname again so brazenly. Lalo grunts and pauses balls-deep in your cunt.
Your pretty manicured nails were starting to dig into his paintjob. Can’t have that.
He wrenches your arms behind your back with an angry and impatient scoff, earning a squeal from you. It ached in that position, but the pain was soon washed out by his cock slamming wildly back into you.
He switched both of your arms into one of his large hands, the other snaking up and pulling your hair back so hard your head came up off of the hood.
You screamed into the pink and orange Albuquerque sky, eyes rolling back as his hips clapped against your ass unceasing. A dry and humorless chuckle left Lalo. You could tell he wasn’t smiling though.
“No sabes lo que haces, chica estúpida.”
You moaned stupidly at his Spanish, tightening up around him. He kept using the grip on your arms as leverage to fuck your harder. Now your drool was pooling underneath you.
If this was supposed to be a punishment of some sort, then well, it wasn’t really working as he intended.
You’ll learn nothing from this and Lalo knows it. If anything it probably encouraged you more…
Summary: Namgyu and reader are on the same team but don't get along, after a game of Mingle, Namgyu follows reader into the bathroom to get her to admit that she's not better than him, as she acts as such.
Warnings: Degradation, Bully!Namgyu, slutty!reader, name calling, humiliation, unprotected piv, hair pulling, blowjobs, rough, messy sex, dubcon, smut (18+), little bit of misogyny from Namgyu
Word count: 3.7k
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You and Namgyu were on the same team. But that did not mean you liked each other. Not in the slightest. You had been invited by Thanos to join their team for the six legged pentathlon game. You accepted. It's not like you had any other offers. Most players were actively avoiding choosing any girls for their teams. It was ridiculous, you thought.
Namgyu had made his opinions clear about you from the get-go. He didn't want a girl joining his team - let alone two. Namgyu hated Semi. But he hated you especially.
He didn't even attempt to hide it. The moment you retorted against his snide comment to Thanos: "Come on, man... two girls? We don't even know what we're playing..." It stirred something within you. "You sure it's not three girls? You sound like a little bitch to me." You clapped back, not missing a beat.
This provoked a quiet snicker from Semi and Gyeong-su, and loud, booming laughter from Thanos. Namgyu, however, didn't appear to be impressed with you quick-witted comeback, and instead he shot you a murderous glare, clenching his jaw until it ticked.
During the game, you had chosen Gong-gi, which meant you were right next to Namgyu, as he had selected Spinning Top. Namgyu was right at your ear, watching you intently every time you failed, every time your hands shook. At first it was quiet, hushed. Like he was trying to get in your head.
"Come on, you stupid bitch." "What's wrong with you? Are you too dense to pass or something?" "If you don't fucking get this right, I'll kill you myself."
Your confidence was withering with every insult, your hands trembled when you tried to concentrate. You were thankful when Semi jumped to your defence and told him to shut the fuck up, after he had made a comment, a little loud for the others to hear.
Namgyu fell silent, proceeding to just stare at you, menacingly, a dark flicker of loathe flashing on the surface of his eyes.
Even when your team had passed the game, Namgyu didn't let it go.
"This is why we shouldn't have invited a girl on our team, bro. She almost had all of us killed." Namgyu spat, as he sat next to Gyeong-su on the stairs, while Thanos was zoned out from the pills, paying no mind to what Namgyu had to say.
"Fuck you. You messed up just as much as I did. At least I didn't need to pop a pill to control my shaky hands." Your words bit him like a rabid dog. You could see the rage flash across his eyes, when he glared at you.
"You fucking slut. The only reason Thanos let you join, is because you looked easy." Namgyu's voice was low, and quietened further when he leaned over until he was mere inches away from your face. "Seems like he was right. I saw the way you were clinging to him and Gyeong-su after the game. Trying to keep your spot on the team? Batting your eyes. Acting all clueless and innocent? Whore." He spat out the last word, prompting your breath to hitch in your throat.
You shoved him back, your palm colliding against his shoulder with enough force to make him stumble back to his original seat, and you scooched closer to Semi, letting out a scoff of disgust.
Namgyu just grinned at your reaction, sensing he hit a nerve, or you knew he was right.
During Mingle, the speaker called three people and Thanos immediately grabbed your hand and shouted for Namgyu to follow him. In the room, Namgyu was silent, standing in a corner, whilst listening to Thanos try and flirt with you, referring himself as your knight in shining armour. Namgyu rolled his eyes when he heard your quiet giggle, knowing you were only playing into it so Thanos would keep you around.
After the third game, your bickering with Namgyu didn't falter.
"You were so fucking slow!" Namgyu complained with a prolonged groan. "I had to drag your ass into every room, cause you wouldn't fucking move!"
"I was not slow!" You tried to argue. You knew he was right, but it's not like you were about to admit it. And you didn't really have an excuse that he would understand. So your best defence was just to deny everything he said. "I was going the same pace as you." You shrugged, a faint, underlying arrogance in your tone.
"You run as slow as your brain." Namgyu scoffed, and your eyes widened.
"You asshole!" You raised your voice, before standing up abruptly.
"Where you going, airhead?" Namgyu called out as you began storming away from the group.
"As far away from you as I can get." You bite, flipping him off without turning around, as you head to the steel, green doors, guarded by two masked soldiers.
"I need to use the bathroom." You instantly jump to the point, arms folded across your chest. The guards didn't move. You raised your brows impatiently. "Please?" You add, shrugging your shoulders.
The guards stepped out of the way to unlatch the door. You followed them to the girls bathroom, watching them return outside, leaving you alone.
You began speed-walking towards the sink, turning on the tap and running the cold water to splash on your face. You sighed with relief at the rare moment of solitude you were granted.
Although it was unfortunately short-lived when you heard the door creak open just a couple moments later. You didn't turn around from the sink. You just looked down at the running faucet as you washed your hands. When you turned the sink off, you looked up to the mirror and gasped when you saw Namgyu standing behind you.
Not even a second after you locked eyes with him, Namgyu fisted your hair with one hand, whilst the other hand firmly gripped your hip, bending you over the sink slightly. You cried out from the burning sensation on your scalp, as he roughly tightened his grip in your hair.
You could feel his face etching closer to the sight of yours, his lips hovering over your ear, his hot breath fanning your cold skin. "You little slut... Do you think you're better than me, huh?" Namgyu asked, his voice low and dangerous. It stirred something within your lower abdomen. Something beyond fear and anxiety.
"Wh-what..?" You pathetically whined out, your sole focus being how tightly he was gripping your hair. He let out a breathy chuckle at the sound of your frightened, pathetic voice.
"I said," He pushed you further against the sink, your cheek now pressed up against the mirror, as he leaned over you, his growing erection pressed against your ass, "do you think you're better than me?" Namgyu repeated, his voice barely just above a whisper.
You didn't answer straight away. You didn't know how. It took a moment before you finally stammered out the words. "I-I never said I was b-better than you..." Your voice trembled as you spoke, earning a sinister smirk from Namgyu's lips.
"No... but you act like you are. And I want to know why a little hoe like you thinks that she's better than me?" Namgyu pulled you back from the sink to spin you around, only to push you back against the ceramic, his hands firmly holding down your hips, as his face inches closer to yours, spite evident on his face.
You didn't reply. Namgyu rolled his eyes at your lack of response. "What's the matter? No one to impress? No Thanos to come to your rescue? No Semi to jump to your defence?" He mocked you, his tone dripping with sarcastic sympathy, as he pouted and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
He examined your features, before locking his eyes onto yours, his expression turning serious once again. "Get on your knees." Namgyu ordered, leaving no room for argument.
You blinked. Eyes wide, soft lips slightly parted. You thought you misheard him. "What?" You asked, dumbfounded. He inched closer.
"Are you deaf? I said get on your knees." His tone was harsher, as his eyes bored through yours.
You turned to the door, not at all far from where you were standing. You nervously bit down on your lower lip. "What if somebody comes in?" You cautiously ask. He just smirks.
"That's not something a filthy slut like you should care about. You probably like the thought of someone else walking in, and seeing what a dirty slut you are for me. Now get on your knees, before I make you get on your knees." Namgyu pushed your shoulder slightly, to encourage you to sink to your knees.
Finally, you complied, your eyes remaining on his, as you slowly dropped to your knees in front of him. He groaned at your submission, placing his hand on your soft cheek, cradling it, as he slipped his thumb past your lips. "God, look at you. You were such a bitch to me earlier, now look." He mockingly chuckled, slowly pulling his thumb out of your mouth to trace your lips with your own saliva, before pushing it back in, watching you obediently suck his thumb.
"Good girl." He cooed, his index finger gently stroking your cheek. "Knew you were nothing but a little slut." He grinned, as he withdrew his thumb from your mouth, and began to pull down his green, tracksuit bottoms a little past his thighs.
Your wonderous eyes watched as he made quick work, untucking himself from his boxers, revealing his semi-hard cock. It was bigger than you expected. Standing proud at maybe 7 inches, slightly curved, with a prominent vein on the pink tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of his veiny, ring-cladded fingers wrapping around the base of his cock to pump himself a few times until he was fully erect.
"Open your mouth." He commanded, tracing his thumb against your lips, watching as you slackened your jaw. He let out a shaky breath at the sight, as he used his hand to guide his cock into your mouth. You took him into your mouth, inch by inch, until his tip brushed against the back of your throat, making you gag, and your eyes to water.
"Fuck..." He hissed. "Look at you... Finally putting that mouth of yours to good use." He smirked. "You know, you're actually kind of hot when you shut the fuck up. Such a pretty girl with my dick in your mouth." His words mixed from praise to insult, as he ran his fingers through your hair, tugging it gently for you to take him deeper.
You moan around his cock, sending vibrations through his body. He whimpered at the sensation and his knees almost buckled before he caught himself. "Come on, slut. You can move a bit faster, can't you?" He asked, his tone patronising, as he used your hair as leverage to move your head quicker.
Tears welled up at the brim of your eyes, as you didn't break eye contact with Namgyu. You didn't move, or look away. You just kept sucking and allowed him to use and fuck your throat. Namgyu's breath grew shorter, as he thrusted faster in your mouth, rolling his head back and rolling his eyes to the back of his head, allowing his lips to part. "Fuck! 'm gonna cum in this fuckin' throat. You gonna swallow all of it? Huh, baby?" He asked, his voice softer at the last part, as he looked down at you.
You nodded your head as best as you were able to. Saliva coated your puffy, swollen lips and dripped down your chin onto your top, and tears stained your red, puffed up cheeks. "Good fucking girl." He smirked, letting out a breathless chuckle, as he thrusted once more into the back of your throat, coming to a hilt, as you felt his warm, salty cum explode into your mouth. You whimpered and swallowed it all, whilst watching his face contort in agonising pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, grip tightening in your hair. He looked beautiful from this angle. Nothing like the cruel, misogynistic man you had come to known.
He stayed like that for a moment, before he opened his eyes and looked down at you. Your lips still wrapped around his now softened cock, your eyes glossy, and your face messy, covered in spit and cum. He looked at you in awe, as his hand came to cradle your face. He pulled out of your mouth with a wet 'pop', and you coughed at the loss.
Namgyu tucks himself back into his boxers and crouches down, so he is eye-level with you. His face looks oddly adoring when he gazes into your eyes, both hands cradling your face, forcing you to look at him. That brief flicker of sympathy and awe vanished, and is replaced by a darker tinge of lust, concocted with sadistic anger. "You're fucking pathetic, aren't you?" He asks, his voice hushed into a quiet whisper, as a slow smirk growing on the corner of his lips. He scoffs and shakes his head.
Grabbing your hand, he pulls you up with him, and presses you back up against the sink, pressing his hips against yours, trapping you between him and the sink. "Take your top off..." He whispers, dark, lustful eyes staring into yours, as you swallow nervously.
Just then, a knock is heard from the other side of the door, outside of the bathroom. You gasp, and whirl your head over to look at the door. Namgyu forcefully grabs your chin, eyes fixated on you, paying no attention to the door, or who was on the other side. "It's time to return to the dormitory." The deep, robotic voice called from the other side.
Namgyu clasps a hand over your mouth, signalling to not make a sound. You look to Namgyu with a hint of fear in your gaze. You're scared of getting caught, and even more so of what they'll do if you don't head back to the dorm right now, as instructed. Namgyu was unfazed, however. "I said take your top off..." He repeated in the same, hushed tone of voice.
You stare into his bold eyes, your fingers unconsciously leading to the hem of your t-shirt. Not once did Namgyu take his eyes off you, as he removed his hand from your mouth to take a step backwards, watching your hands feebly grip the hem of your t-shirt, slowly, weakly pulling it upwards, keeping your gaze firm on the ground.
"Look at me." Namgyu whispered, eyes back on yours, as you snapped your gaze upwards to meet his. He inhaled sharply when your bare, silky breasts were revealed to his ogling eyes. He murmured something indistinctively under his breath, you didn't quite catch.
You had always been proud of your body. Didn't mind showing it off. Outside of the games, you were always wearing somewhat revealing outfits, going out to clubs, hooking up with guys who bought you drinks. You felt powerful. You felt like a Goddess, worthy of worship. But, in this moment. In front of Namgyu. You were conscious of yourself. Not particularly insecure, but not as confident as you typically are. You felt... shy. Timid, almost, standing here, under his sharp, almost intimidating gaze.
"Player 062, your 5 minutes are up. Please, exit the bathroom before we come in." The guard was growing impatient. Your eyes widen. The thought of them barging in here and catching you indecent, exposing yourself to Namgyu sent a thrill down your spine, and cause your thighs to press together. Namgyu noticed. Of course he did.
A wicked grin spread across his face as he looked down at your thighs pressing together. Without moving his head, his eyes flickered up to look at you. "Slut." He mouthed to you, and you closed your eyes, letting out a trembling exhale as you tried to compose yourself. Namgyu nodded to the door. "Go on. Answer him." Namgyu instructed.
Your lips parted as if to say something, but no sound left. You just stood still, trying to find the words.
"I-I'll be out in a minute..." You stutter slightly, voice shaking, as Namgyu continues staring. "Don't come in.. I-I..." Your mind scrambled for an excuse. Anything but the undignified truth. You squeezed your eyes shut and added: "I'm having... girl issues." Your face flushes as you call out to them. Namgyu snorts, quiet enough for the guards to not hear him. A beat passes.
"I see." Is all the guard says, before footsteps retreat from the bathroom door. You let out a prolonged sigh and feel your shoulders relax a little when you hear them leave.
"Bet you wanted them to barge in. Would you let them fuck you too?" Namgyu teased, taking a stride back to you. His hair was tousled, sticking to his face, which was glossed with a sheer of sweat. Namgyu looks down at your exposed, generous assets, and reaches out a hand to cup one.
You inhale deeply through your nostrils, as the tip of his thumb flicks the cold, erect, sensitive peak. You let out a breathy moan as he pinches your nipple with his index and his thumb, his other hand reaching for your neglected breast. "Look at these fucking tits..." He lets out a low wolf whistle of appreciation, as he massages them, eliciting soft, sensual moans from your lips.
Without any warning, Namgyu falls to his knees, yanking your bottoms and your panties down in one swift movement, making you gasp in surprise, which earns a wolfish smirk from Namgyu.
Namgyu's eyes raked up and down your exposed body, taking in every curve, every bump, committing each and every feature to memory, as he placed a gentle kiss, just below your stomach. A stark contrast to his typical harsh exterior.
Namgyu rose to his feet to look down at you. Your chest was flushed and heaving, as you stared up at him. A beat passed between you, until his lips came slamming down onto yours in an insistent crash. Teeth clashed together from the pressure of his rough movements. His hand found the back of your head, whilst his other arm snaked around your waist. Your hands settled on his shoulders, gently pushing him back to catch your breath and regain some composure. But Namgyu only permitted a millisecond of a break, before his lips found yours again, moving together in sync, connecting like a puzzle piece.
When Namgyu did pull back from you, it was brief. Everything was a blur. The way he spun you around, bent you over the sink and landed a harsh smack against your right ass cheek. You yelped at the quickness of it all.
You heard Namgyu fumble to pull down his pants and unzip his boxers behind you, before you felt his tip stroking your wet, swollen lips. You gasped as he gathered your slickness on his cock, before hearing him spit on it and thrust into you in one quick, painful thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs.
"Fuuuuckkkk... wasn't e-expecting a slut like you to be so tight." He grimaced, as he rolled his head back. Meanwhile, you were still trying to adjust to his size invading your insides. Still trying to grow accustomed to how big he was.
"Namgyu.." You mewl, whimpering as your fingers enfold around the steel of the sink, knuckled turning white.
"That's right. Say my name, baby." He grunted, grabbing your hips, hard enough to leave small bruises, as he began thrusting his hips.
The bathroom filled with lewd sounds of high-pitched moaning and squealing from you, wet skin slapping wet skin, Namgyu's grunting and occasional whimpering. Your moans were quick and short. Namgyu was pounding into you mercilessly, barely giving your moans enough time to draw out.
The pace was fast, hard. Both of you itched for release. Namgyu's cock kissed your cervix with each brutal thrust. Your mind was going blank to the point you couldn't even remember your own name.
"Namgyu" was the only word that fell from your lips, over and over again like hushed prayer, while he fucked you dumb and senseless.
"Fuck, baby... 'm gonna gonna cum on this ass. Make a mess of you." He grunted, his breathing growing shallow and heavier with each and every thrust.
"Oh, God... Namgyu!" You gasp, feeling your stomach tighten. Your body started to convulse as you chased your orgasm. Namgyu thrusted harder, hitting a particular spot that made your mind feel fuzzy. It wasn't long before you let out a gasp-like moan, and clenched your walls around Namgyu's length, causing his hips to stutter.
Your orgasm ripped through you, as Namgyu pulled out just before he reached his own orgasm.
You felt his load hit your ass. Thick, salty ropes of cum landing on your ass like it was his own personal canvas.
Both of you stood silently for a moment, the only sounds were your panting. Your knees felt weak, wobbly. About to give out at any moment. Namgyu's eyes trailed over your spent body and a slow smirk creeped onto his face as he gave your ass a gentle pat.
"You're gonna be really nice to me now, hmm? You wouldn't want your little friend (Semi) to know what a little slut you are, would you? You're gonna keep this quiet. Between us. You're gonna listen to me, and you're gonna start showing me some fucking respect from now on." He barked the last part, combined with a harsh smack to your sticky ass. He scoffed at your little whine. "You really are a pathetic whore, aren't you? Say it." He commanded, as he slipped two fingers into your used hole, causing you to whimper.
"I'm a pathetic whore..." Your quiet admission causes him to groan a little as he withdraws his fingers from your aching cunt and inserts them into his mouth, sucking off your juices. Closing his eyes, as if to savour the taste of you.
"That's right... Clean yourself up. Don't wanna piss those masked assholes off anymore, right?" His smirk widened, as he tucked himself into his boxers and pulled up his pants, before walking away. Leaving you used and broken, your mind still feeling fuzzy and cock-drunk.
Later on, you couldn't look anyone in the eye. You felt that all-too familiar sense of guilt and shame at the realisation that you had let a bully of a man use you as a piece of meat and discard you in the bathroom. Namgyu, on the other hand, couldn't stop staring at you.
You caught his eye at once point, and he didn't look away. That's the moment you realise, he wasn't quite done using you...
☆ Namgyu has tried to shoot his shot with you over the years, never succeeding. In an off-handed comment Thanos mentions he hooked up with you once & Namgyu gets angry and jealous. It irks him, you make him feel like he’s not good enough — and he hates that.
☆ warnings: SMUT 18+, heavy dubcon/noncon, the games didn’t happen, pervert Namgyu, Namgyu’s self esteem issues, misogyny, objectification, humiliation, degradation, slut-shaming, fingering, spit, rough sex, creampie
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Namgyu has always had the hots for you, ever since he met you to be honest. Sappy words like “crush” or “in love with” didn’t fit the way he felt about you, no. He liked your round, fat ass. He ogled your perky tits and looked down your shirt unashamedly every chance he got. He’d like to take you back to his apartment for a night and fuck you silly like the sluts from the club. Whenever Semi caught him staring at you like a pervert she would chastise him — just like how he was doing right now.
All of you were out doing some dumb group activity, he didn’t bother to read the messages in the groupchat or contribute any opinions on where to go. Well, after today he’s learned his fucking lesson because everyone decided to go to the mall of all places. Semi and you had numerous bags in hand yapping cheerily as him, Thanos, Gyeong-su, and Minsu tagged right behind. Namgyu was watching your ass in your tight jeans as you walked, tuning out whatever drug-induced ramblings Thanos was going on about.
What color panties did you wear today?, he wondered lazily. He knew he was perverted, and he didn’t give a flying fuck. He’s given his fair share of tries making a move over the years, but was always given the cold treatment from you. Flirtatious remarks were met with silence, any sort of physical contact with him was met with your face heating up and you finding a way to squirm away.
Thanos would probably tell him something like “You just have bad game, bro”, but Namgyu has picked up countless girls in the club, easy-peasy. Why didn’t it work with you? You make him feel like there’s something wrong with him, and he hates that.
Namgyu perked back up from his inner thoughts when the purple-haired rapper mentioned your name. Both Thanos and Gyeong-su had followed his gaze and were looking at your butt now too, smirks plastered on both of their faces.
“Yeah, I’ve tapped that. Last Halloween actually.” Thanos grinned from ear to ear as he bragged openly, but kept just quiet enough so that you and Semi couldn’t hear.
Namgyu almost tripped mid-stride and face-planted onto the mall floor. What? Since when had you hooked up with Thanos? A hot sting of jealousy and anger ripped through him. Before he could get a word out questioning Thanos’ story, Gyeong-su chimed in.
“Me too actually.” Namgyu’s head swiveled to stare at him incredulously as the two shared a down-low fist bump. Namgyu’s jaw went slack in disbelief. Gyeong-su too?
What the fuck did Thanos and Gyeong-su have that he didn’t? His lips pressed into a straight line as he looked back up at you, giggling to Semi. So this whole time you had been sleeping with other guys in the group? He wondered angrily how many times you’ve done it. What a whore you are, sleeping around the group and fucking practically everyone, he thought. Except him.
His anger stewed hotter as he chewed the inside of his cheek, until Thanos bumped his arm playfully and raised an eyebrow at him, chuckling. “Damn bro, if looks could kill…”
Namgyu sucked his teeth, his eyes sharp and still trained on you. He ignored Thanos as he felt a weird sort of hatred quickly growing towards you. What? Am I not good enough for you? Your carefree smile irked him. All this time you’ve been dodging his advances with innocent ease. Now he knew what you truly were — a cheap whore.
“What are we doing after this?” Namgyu said flatly.
Thanos took a hit of his vape and paused for a beat to blow the fruit punch vapor before responding. “Didn’t ya read the groupchat? That new horror flick is on Netflix now, gonna watch it at her place.” He nodded toward you lazily. Perfect.
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Namgyu had picked at his nails for most of the movie. In his fidgety state he had picked them all the way down to the skin. Thankfully he had brought a pack of smokes, planning to step out onto your balcony for one when everyone was wrapping up and heading back to their own places. Nothing too heavy to put into his system, but just enough to take the edge off.
As he finished his cig he flicked it to the ground, crushing it out with his shoe. When he stepped back into the living room everyone had gone, leaving the dull blue glow of the tv screen paused on the end credits.
He heard your bathroom sink run for a second, and your bare feet padding around in the hallway getting ready for bed.
You were in your bedroom, finishing up your skincare routine when you saw him in the mirror. His all-black clad figure startled you, making you jump and whip around to look at him.
Namgyu stood in your doorway, reeking of smoke, face expressionless as he stared at you. You laughed lightly, clutching your hand over your heart.
“God! You scared me Namgyu. Thought everyone left already.”
He didn’t say anything. You drew out the quiet laugh awkwardly, trailing off as you waited for him to explain why he was still in your house. Perhaps he had forgotten something.
“Um, do you need someth—“
“What the fuck is your problem?”
You blinked in shock as he cut you off, your mouth remaining parted mid-sentence. Namgyu was looking down his nose at you, brows raised like he was chastising one of the drunk patrons at the club. It felt demeaning.
You shrink a little, confused.
“What?”
He scoffed humorlessly at you. Stepping toward you and looking around your room judgingly. Suddenly you felt very exposed in your revealing pajamas and cutesy pink room.
His tongue darted between his lips to wet them. “You probably got alotta people fooled with all this pink shit, huh? Overcompensating for the fact that you’re a slutty pig?”
His words were so venomous, and seemingly coming out of nowhere. Why was he cornering you like this? You knew he was a mean guy and you’ve heard the horrible things he says about people, but it was never directed toward you. Especially not spat in your face like this.
His sharp eyes bore into yours as he continued his cruel barrage. Tears pricked at your inner corners and you quickly blinked them away.
“What the fuck is so wrong about me, hm?” His voice was rising louder as he got closer and angrier, and you more scared and confused.
“You think you’re better than me, that’s it?” He was practically yelling at you now as your back hit your vanity mirror. You shook your head frantically, desperately trying to make sense of what he was saying.
He grabbed your arm, grip too tight as he yanked you to directly face him. “Am I not good enough for you?” He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a high mocking voice, his hot breath hitting your face. You were squirming now, trying to pull your arm from his grip and looking up at him with glassy eyes.
“Too good for a junkie like me to even touch you? Just fucking tell me you think you’re too perfect for me.”
“No! No, I d-don’t think that.” You couldn’t maintain eye contact with him, your face heating up at the close proximity. He shoved you toward your bed roughly, pushing your shoulders so you fell back onto your perfectly made sheets.
Your eyes were wide and your head was reeling trying to catch up with what was going on. “I-I don’t understand, Namgyu, please…”
“Shut the fuck up. Drop the fucking act, I know you sleep around with everyone in the group.” The bed sank slightly as he leaned down over your body with one hand beside your waist.
“I figured it’s finally my turn, yeah?”
With that he yanked up your tank top, exposing your tummy and bare breasts with a bounce into the air. You yelped out, hands flailing to pull the fabric back down to cover yourself.
“Fucking knew it. No bra, wanting every man to look at your nipples during the movie. Whore.” He palmed a breast roughly, making you cry out in pain and embarrassment. It’s like he had never handled boobs before.
He fondled the soft flesh like he was punishing you, and for what— you weren’t entirely sure. He delivered a smack to the one he hadn’t touched, making you yelp again.
“Namgyu, please! I haven’t slept with anyone… I’m sorry for whatever I did.” Hot, desperate tears pooled in your eyes as you looked up at him pleadingly.
“I said shut up.”
He fisted your hair, pushing your face to the side and into the mattress. He manhandled the rest of your body to follow, turning you tummy-side down onto your bed. A sharp slap met your ass as soon as it was in view, your moan muffled by your blankets. You could even feel which fingers he wore his rings on today.
A harsh ripping sound met your uncovered ear, and you felt Namgyu slide your tattered shorts off your thighs. He gripped an ass cheek in each hand, squeezing and pulling them apart, watching intently how the supple flesh molds between his fingers.
“I don’t even know why any guy would fuck you. Your cunt is probably loose as fuck.” He slapped your ass again, making you jerk forward as tears dampened the fabric beneath your face. The ache of humiliation was burning hot, your face was flushed as your breath quickened.
“And yet you still think you’re too fucking good for me. Let’s see if you feel fucking superior after this.”
He pushed your panties to the side, cold fingers squelching around your folds, playing with your arousal. You were mortified at how wet you were right now, shame filled you at the sloppy noises filling your bedroom. A scoff of disbelief left Namgyu as he watched clear the gooey strings connecting his fingers.
Suddenly he pushed three thick ringed fingers into your pussy, making your back arch at the tight stretch. He pumped a couple times before adding another, nearly fisting you. Your eyes rolled up into your head as you choked on a breath, your ass trying to move away from the thick intrusion on instinct. He pinned one of your shoulders to the bed with his free hand.
“Fucking take it,” he seethed. He fucked his fingers into you a few more times before yanking them out, leaving your hole clenching and empty. You squirmed as he leaned over you, the smell of yourself filling your senses as he reached up and smeared your juices all over your face.
“Taste yourself, whore.”
He squished your cheeks together cruelly before he shoved his fingers between your parted lips. The savory sweet taste of yourself met your tongue, and for reasons you can’t explain, you swirled your tongue around his fingers and sucked submissively.
He sneered at the action, finding you pathetic. With a wet pop, his fingers slipped out of your mouth.
“You always this obedient for all the other men you fuck?”
If you could form words, you wouldn’t even know how to respond. All you knew in your confused and humiliated haze was that Namgyu was mad. And taking it out on you.
Your eyes shoot open and your head lifts off the bed in a panic when you feel his slippery cockhead rub against your entrance. He immediately shoves your front half back down with a grunt, returning to his work of coating his dick in your syrupy arousal. A feeble whimper leaves your mouth, only spurring him on even more.
He slams his entire length into you without warning, you could feel every vein along his shaft as he buried himself balls deep. A muffled scream ripped through you as he growled and doubled over you at the overwhelming sensation of your tight cunt.
His silver chain brushed your back as he settled into place, wrapping his lean arms around you and trapping you between the bed and his body. Namgyu wasted no time in defiling you, his thrusts started fast and deep, his hips hardly leaving your ass as he grinded into you hotly.
“Shit. Yeah, that’s right. Take it.” His veiny hand slid up to your throat, wrapping around it with a firm grip and tilting your head back against his shoulder.
“You don’t get to fucking ignore me this time.” He pursed his lips and spit messily into your open mouth, the warm glob quickly being swallowed by you. Some of it rolled wetly down your chin. You couldn’t stop the obnoxious mewl that came out of you; you could hardly believe the sound of your own voice, it was so lewd.
“‘Gyu! ‘Gyu! Oh my god!” His forearms were the only thing keeping your head upright right now. Your nails dig into them, leaving little crescent shaped marks. Your cute little body could hardly handle what Namgyu was forcing into you right now, you felt like you were gonna explode at any second.
He mimicked the broken way you moaned his name right back into your ear meanly.
“‘Gyu! Gyu!’ Fucking skank. How’s this, huh? You still gonna spread your legs for Thanos after this?” His voice was right against your ear, hot, snarled, directly funneled into your fucked-out brain.
“What about Gyeong-su? Huh?” A high-pitched moan ripped out of you. You had no clue why he thought you had slept with your other friends, but the furious way he was railing you made you want to submit and apologize to him over and over.
“M’sorry! M’sosorry!” You moaned. Namgyu’s hips pistoned faster, his balls slapping against you noisily.
“Let’s see you try to sleep around after I blow your pussy out. No other fucker will ever wanna fuck you now.” He growled with pure venom.
Namgyu circled his thumb around the tight ring of muscle of your ass, jamming it in and sending you spiraling. All the muscles in your body tensed up at once, clenching around his intruding thumb, and you began shaking at the heat in your core finally exploding.
Your eyes rolled back as you were thrown head first into a doozy of an orgasm. Namgyu felt all of you tense up and squeeze, your cunt pulsating so hard on his cock that he nutted prematurely, spilling buckets of cum into you as he moaned loudly in surprise.
“Ahh, shiiiit.”
His hips stuttered to a stop, instincts taking over as he pushed his cock in as deep as it would go and stilled. The feeling of his cum flooding you prolonged your orgasm, your body shaking with the intensity of it and cute little gasps leaving you. It was in so deep that you could feel some of it spill out around him, seeping down your thighs.
The two of you were panting messes, trying to catch your breath as your orgasms lingered. Namgyu released your neck, your head falling to the bed with a soft thud. He grunted above you as he pushed himself up, assessing the aftermath. Strings of his sweaty raven hair stuck to his forehead as he slowly pulled out, his white cum instantly oozing out of you.
He leaned right over your ass crack and spit, his saliva mixing with the sticky mess. When you felt it you stirred slightly on the bed with a soft groan. The mattress lifted as he got off, followed by the clinking of his belt meeting your ears.
You were exhausted, filled, reeling from what just happened. You were drifting into sleep but just conscious enough to see him open your top drawer and rifle through it. He fisted a lacy white pair of panties and shoved them into his back pocket.
He left without a word as you lay face down in your bed, spent and leaking him all over your once neat blankets.
a/n: How I think my two favorite men would treat you during a threesome
~♡ They had to give you a pill from Thanos’ necklace for you to finally agree to it
~♡ To what? A threesome of course!
~♡ They’d be like sugar and spice — you can guess who is which.
~♡ You had a sort of friends-with-benefits situationship with Thanos, the two of you hooking up a couple times.
~♡ Your relationship with Namgyu was a bit different, the two of you having sex once at the club, with you hardly remembering it the next morning. Namgyu had been dying to fuck you again ever since that night.
~♡ Well of course the subject of you had come up between the two men, and then the subject of fucking you.
~♡ “Trust me, she’ll agree to it.” Thanos smirked. “We’ll just have to get ‘er a little fucked up beforehand.”
~♡ So there you were, invited for a “movie night” over at Thanos’ place, sandwiched between Thanos and Namgyu on his old beaten up couch
~♡ They were both unusually close to you, their knees rubbing against yours, Thanos with his big hand splayed out on your thigh rubbing the soft skin in circles. Namgyu with his arm around the back of your neck, petting your hair.
~♡ You’d be lying if you said the close physical contact between these two attractive men (that you’ve also previously hooked up with) wasn’t turning you on
~♡ Then Thanos popped open his cross necklace, dumping one of the colorful pills in his hand. He pretended to survey it as he spoke up over the movie. “You’ve never had one of these, huh?”
“Mm? I guess not.” You responded half paying attention to him.
~♡ He placed a bright red one on his tongue, sticking it out of his mouth for you to see. Slowly your attention was drawn to him instead of the screen.
~♡ Especially when he pulled you in with a firm hand on the back of your neck, smashing his mouth onto yours and pushing the pill into your mouth while you moaned.
~♡ You were embarrassed, face flushing pink knowing that there was another person literally a foot away watching. “B-but, Namgyu’s here—“
~♡ Namgyu cut you off quickly by pulling your face in the other direction and covering your mouth with his, his kiss fiery and forceful, shoving his tongue down your throat to keep you quiet.
~♡ Thanos chuckled darkly at the scene, watching while Namgyu tongue-fucked you and slid a ringed hand up to your throat to give it a squeeze. You whimpered quietly into his mouth.
~♡ That’s how you ended up spitroasted like a pig on their two cocks, knees getting rug burn on Thanos’ crappy carpet as both men used you for their own pleasure.
~♡ Thanos had his head tipped up toward the ceiling, hand petting your hair as you gulped his dick down your throat. Praises fell like a stream from his mouth, nonstop telling you how good your tongue felt, how soft and plush your lips were.
~♡ Namgyu, on the other hand…
~♡ Namgyu fucked you from behind like he had something to prove. He spanked you, just to see the red mark of his hand imprinted on your skin. He gripped the fat of your hips with his nails, biting into your flesh on purpose just to hurt you. He degraded you nonstop, calling you a whore and telling you how useless and disgusting you were for letting them do this to you.
~♡ His hips drove forward into you relentlessly, cock spearing through your tight walls over and over. Every time he met your jiggling ass you were jolted forward, forced to deepthroat Thanos and gagging as his mushroom cock head hit the back of your throat.
~♡ “Gah damn…” Thanos bit his lip and pulled all your hair back into a makeshift ponytail, gripping it in his fist.
~♡ The experience was making your head spin, receiving soft groaning praises from Thanos made you feel all warm, only to be abruptly ripped away by Namgyu’s mean comments and harsh slaps to your ass and tits. It was insane levels of whiplash.
~♡ “Shit man, i needa turn on that side. Needa’ feel that heavenly pussy.” As much as Thanos wanted to cum in your mouth and watch you swallow it like the good girl he knew you were, he’d rather do it deep inside your womb.
~♡ “Pussy ain’t even that good bro. She’s so loose, probably from letting hundreds of guys like us fuck her.” Namgyu grunted as he continued his assault on your poor cunt.
~♡ The way they talked as if you weren’t there had you clenching down hard and cumming on Namgyu’s dick. He made fun of you for that, of course.
~♡ “Duuude lookat’er…like she’s possessed.” Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head as you spasmed and choked on them. You were so full…
~♡ They did end up switching eventually, and the stark contrast was more than you could’ve anticipated.
~♡ Thanos railed you from behind, two painted fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit and heightening your pleasure. All the while he rambled nonsense praises of your perfect, tight, angelic, pussy. His pierced cock hit different areas of your pussy that Namgyu’s didn’t, the cold metal ball on the tip of his dick kissing that spongy spot inside you over and over. You would’ve screamed if your mouth wasn’t completely full.
~♡ Being face-to-face with Namgyu was intimidating, to say the least. He looked down at you with dark eyes, his lip curling in disgust as you gagged on him and drool spilled out of your mouth and down your bare breasts like a waterfall. With his forefinger and thumb he pinched your nose shut, laughing dryly as your eyes rolled into your head at the lack of oxygen. He pulled out, letting you catch your breath for hardly a second, before shoving his veiny cock all the way back inside, making you gag and cough. His balls slapped your chin and your nose buried itself in his coarse happy-trail. He did this over and over, until your mascara was running down your cheeks.
~♡ By the end of the night you were completely wrecked. Not a single hole of yours went unfilled, it felt like you were leaking their cum from everywhere.
~♡ Your body lay limp on the carpet, panting and exhausted.
~♡ You barely registered the words coming out of Thanos’ mouth, or the camera flash of him taking a photo of your double creampied pussy.
~♡ Namgyu had to get one too, for memory’s sake and also for later this week when he came home from his night shift horny. You felt his fingers spread your ass cheeks apart to get a better look as he let out a low whistle at the sight. You whimpered softly, the sound muffled partly by the carpet fibers.
~♡ You think Namgyu must’ve left right after that, not wanting to initiate any form of aftercare. Because the next thing you know you’re waking up on the couch with a blanket over you. Thanos is there, sitting by your feet lazily taking a drag of his vape and watching a random show on tv.
~♡ He let you crash on his couch for the night, definitely just out of the kindness of his heart. Not because he could steal a few sloppy kisses and cop a feel of your tits under the blanket while you whine, telling him you’re trying to sleep, of course.
Thinking about being Namgyu’s obedient little stress reliever after he had a stressful night at work
Thinking about choking on Namgyu’s cock, the second he comes through your shitty apartment door. Your spit and drool are everywhere, so goddamn messy and spitty and he’s holding your head still and fucking it like a fleshlight. He’s thrusting mercilessly, doesn’t give a single shit when you choke and gag on his swollen cockhead hitting the back of your throat.
He’ll yank it out of your mouth abruptly to see you suck in air, gasping for oxygen. When he’s seen enough of that he’ll shove it right back in, not caring if your teeth graze him. He could do this all night, edging himself to your teary fucked out face. Your mascara started running down your cheeks an hour ago, you just look so perfect like that. He thinks it’s your best look, to be honest. The more you cry, the harder he gets.
He promises he’ll eat you out afterwards, make you feel all nice and soothe the burning ache in that sweet tight cunt of yours, you’re practically humping the carpet like a dog from how horny you were. He’s lying, of course. He’s doing all of this solely for his own pleasure, plus it’s the only time you ever shut the fuck up. No more of your damn whining.
The only sounds coming out of you are the wet, gawking, squelches as he abuses your throat. His ringed ringers thread through your hair and shake your head side-to-side, sneering down at you in your humiliated state. He simultaneously thinks you’re the most pathetic disgusting person on the planet, and the most pretty and stunning.
He spits on your face, adding to the sea of saliva already coating the bottom half of your face. You wince and moan as it hits your cheek warmly. You couldn’t wait for the taste of his cum, you’ve been waiting forever for it. And he still keeps you waiting, fucking your throat for a minute and nearly asphyxiating you, taking a 10 second break, and then doing it again.
You’ll get a taste eventually. When he thinks you deserve it.
—- extremely suggestive, not explicit smut / drug use / pill swapping / he spits into your mouth a couple of times / spit play / mean!dom!namgyu / filthy dirty talk / degradation / praise
—- a/n: this shit is filthy and shamelessly self-indulgent. i need this man to spit into my mouth. now.
thinking about how namgyu would pull you into taking the pills with him. dangling that cross necklace in front of your face and looking at you with that light pout, drawling on about how boring you are. “why won’t you just take one fuckin’ pill with me? ‘d look so pretty with huge blown pupils. so pretty f’me…” squirming just the tiniest bit as you sit together on the cot because you wanna be pretty for him. you wanna be good for him. his one large hand reaching for your leg, the other playing with the cross — silver bands on his long fingers clinking against the metal and it makes you want to know what else he could do with them.
the grin that cracks out on his lips once you finally agree makes you weak in the knees. you would probably keel over if you both weren’t huddled against the far end of the bed, near the wall. not completely out of sight from prying eyes but still… good enough for you. “so, do i jus’—“ “ah-ah…lemme give it to you. gotta make sure you swallow it properly, no?”
he flicked the pill up with his thumb, caught it on his tongue without breaking eye contact. held it there. lips parted, teeth gleaming behind it, his tongue curling just enough to show it—wet and resting pretty like an invitation you hadn’t earned yet.
you hadn’t even blinked before his thumb was hooking under your lip, tilting your head back just enough to make your neck stretch oh, so pretty for him. the pill glinted on his tongue, perched right in the middle like an offering laced in vice—white, powdery, and waiting. he smirked around it, that grin all cracked sin and cruel affection, then curled his tongue slowly to show you how wet it was already, how warm it would be inside your pretty little mouth.
“watch real fuckin’ close,” he murmured, voice molasses-thick and dirty. “you wanna take my pills, you take ’em my way.”
he leaned in—close enough so that you could taste his breathe; sweet and dangerous — and then, with a flick of his head, he spit the pill onto your tongue. no gentle tilt of the chin, no warning. just a hot, slick shot of saliva mixed with crushed-down powder, the pill hitting your tongue with a wet little tap. it rolled against the roof of your mouth and stuck there, and before you could even flinch or react—
he grabbed the back of your head and smashed your mouths together. tongue-first. all spit and teeth and wet, vulgar heat. he needed to taste you so bad. needed to feel how corruption tasted on your tongue.
the kiss was filthy—messy as fuck—tongue shoving past your lips to smear every trace of him deeper inside. the pill split open between you two, bitter and raw, crushed further by the force of namgyu’s tongue as he licked into you like he was hungry for more. as if he wanted to brand his taste into your mouth — so that you would never swallow again without thinking about him. your moan cracked sharp in your throat, swallowed and muffled by his kiss; jaw forced open wider as his spit dripped down the corners of your mouth.
he didn’t let up.
his tongue was deep, obscene, fucking into your mouth like it belonged there. when you tried to pull away, just a second to breathe, he spit again—a thick strand that strung from his mouth to yours, caught your tongue and your swollen, plush lips. “swallow it,” he snarled into you, still panting against your lips. “better not waste anythin’ I give to you. yeah? yeah? such a filthy girl.”
you gasped, throat tightening, the bitter chemical taste melting with the heat of him. and then you did exactly what he said; swallowed. obedient and pretty. like he wanted you to be. namgyu watched you do it, blown pupils never leaving yours. he gripped your cheeks between ringed fingers and yanked your face up, forcing that pretty mouth of yours open again. “lemme fuckin’ see.”
an involuntary moan escaped from your throat before you gave into him. you always would. tongue lolled out. empty. slick. still shining. just like your eyes, lashes wet and glistening as they batted up at him.
his grin cracked wider—feral now, eyes blown.
“atta girl. knew you’d take it like that.” he spat again, just because. right on your tongue. “keep that in your mouth. i want you to remember how i taste when you’re floatin’.” you moaned again, desperate and breathless, mouth still open, lips red and glistening.
he kissed you one more time—slower now, but still filthy, tongue dragging across you teeth like he meant to carve his name there, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and groaning when you did the same. and when he finally pulled away, spit still stringing between your lips and connecting you two like an unholy band, he panted: “next time i’ll come in your fuckin’ mouth and call it medicine for that pretty throat. you’d take that too, huh? i know you will, my pretty filthy girl.”
So season 3 was insane. Aaand I’m a little slut so I have a few ideas for fics. Tell me which one you guys want to see the most and I’ll do that one first 💋
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For a Change: Namgyu x reader at the Club Pentagon (smut, dubcon, drugs, alcohol, innocent reader, corruption kink, enemies, drugged? reader, kinda incel & mysoginist Namgyu)
Hide and Seek: Namgyu x reader in the Hide and Seek game (smut, dubcon, predator & prey dynamic, blood play, knife play, fear play, Myung gi walks in on you two)
(Requested) Thanos x reader x Minsu (smut, Minsu is a cuck again, Thanos is ur bf, bathroom hookup, voyeurism, unwanted exhibitionism, degradation, praise)
warnings: successful!thanos au, smut, unprotected sex, oral, cheating, spanking, biting, choking, fingering, manhandling, lots of vaping, pain kink, mask kink (ghostface), name calling, voyeurism-ish (kink?), cocky!thanos, sex tape, lots of dirty talk, some moments of fluff. if I missed any, i can only apologize.
note: halloween is here seven months early! i got carried away again — this is 11.4k words. i just really like thanos and ghostface. and maybe the boyfriend is very loosely based on a real person, maybe he isn’t. mind your business. also if there are any typos i’m sorry, but i read over it like 100 times before posting, please just enjoy.
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You’d known Su-bong before Thanos. You met through mutual friends and immediately hit it off due to your similar interests. You became inseparable until he started spending more time with his entourage, and the Thanos persona began to form. For a while, you thought that the two of you would have made a good couple until Su-bong’s ego grew worse.
You met your current boyfriend, Shota, on a business trip to Tokyo. He helped you find your hotel when you were lost, in exchange for your phone number. He was kind and funny, so you didn’t see the harm in giving him your number. Six months into the long-distance relationship, you’ve grown to care for him, even though your opposing schedules keep you apart most days.
When you started dating Shota, there was a distinct change in the way Su-bong acted towards you. He was even cockier than you thought possible, flaunting his wealth and good fortune at every opportunity. Shota didn’t like him, and suggested that you spend less time with him, but you assured your boyfriend that Su-bong was just growing into his fame and needed friends to keep him grounded.
After Su-bong’s album went platinum, he bought a secluded, oversized home on the Han River. He’d always fantasized about having a beautiful home with more space than he knew what to do with. Having grown up watching his favorite West Coast rappers throw lavish house parties in their million dollar mansions, the ink was barely dry on the house deed before he started planning his first celebration: a Halloween party.
He hired a party planner to decorate and invite influencers that he’s never met before, all in the interest of growing his brand. You struggled with the decision to attend the party or not, knowing that you likely wouldn’t know most of the people, but Halloween was your favorite holiday and you wanted to dress up with your boyfriend.
Standing near the fireplace of Su-bong’s living room, watching a group of a hundred strangers dancing, was not the way you expected the party to go. Shota had an event in Japan that ran late and had not yet arrived, which left you as a sexy Little Red Riding Hood without a Big Bad Wolf. You were cold and a little embarrassed, hoping that Shota would show up soon.
Su-bong stands with a friend at the top of the steps by his kitchen. His Ghostface mask is pulled back from his face, resting on top of his head so he can hit his vape. You watch him nod as his friend speaks, but his eyes are scanning the room. You assume he’s in search of a woman to annoy for the night, so you look away, glancing down at your phone to check the time. 9:30. It’s still early, but your boyfriend should be here by now.
You look back towards Su-bong to get a better view of his costume. Beyond the mask, he’s not the traditional Ghostface, but more relaxed. A hoodie, jeans, gloves, and boots — all black. He didn’t ordinarily dress in muted colors, but loved to be more vibrant, that way people would pay attention to him. With this costume, he almost blends in, if not for the strands of purple hair peeking from under the hood.
When Su-bong locks eyes with you suddenly, it’s as though he felt you staring. You try to give him a friendly smile, as you normally would, but you find it harder to do. Something about seeing him dressed this way stokes the fire within you that you thought had long been snuffed out.
Su-bong smirks slowly, taking another hit from his vape before he adjusts the mask over his face again. He pulls his hood up, tilting his head to the side as he still watches you from across the room. When he carefully takes the three steps down to the living room, you break your gaze from him. Your heart pounds in your chest, your mind racing with the former attraction you had for him.
It wasn’t something you’d felt since you started dating Shota. Mostly, you had to force yourself to stop thinking of Su-bong in that way, but also you really cared for Shota. Tonight, however, with Su-bong dressed like Ghostface, you feel a sheen of sweat beginning to form.
Why the fuck do you like how he’s dressed?
You suddenly feel hot, and need some fresh air so you maneuver around the crowd to slip out the door to the garden. You cross to the railing, leaning against it to stare out at the river in the darkness. You’re able to take a few deep breaths and let the cool breeze blow across your heated skin, calming your nerves.
“Well, you look good enough to eat.” The voice is muffled by a mask, and briefly you’re confused as to who might be standing behind you, until they speak again. “Out here all alone in the night, you must be waiting for your Big Bad Wolf.”
“Fuck off, Su-bong.” You cock your arm back to elbow him in the stomach, causing him to let out a grunt that he quickly turns into a laugh. He steps past you so he can lean against the railing in front of you now, undoubtedly smirking behind his Ghostface mask.
“Did you leave your little boyfriend in Japan tonight?” he asks, looking around as if he really expects to locate him nearby.
“Little? He’s bigger than you.”
“Not where it counts.”
“Don’t you have someone else you can bother?”
“This is more fun,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders when he turns his head back to you. “It’s so easy to get under your skin.” You sigh and roll your eyes, leaning your elbow against the railing.
“I’m surprised you let everyone wear their shoes in your new house,” you say, attempting to change the subject to something more normal.
“I hired cleaners to come tomorrow,” he says, with a small laugh, and you drop your gaze to the ground. “You can’t even look at me right now. It’s the mask, isn’t it?” You turn back to him, staring straight at his masked face with a shrug.
“I’m looking at you, Su-bong,” you say, blandly, although he’s right — you find it difficult to look at him without your mind creeping into uncharted territory. Su-bong tugs the mask off of his face, settling it on top of his head, the smirk on his face almost too smug.
“I saw you staring before,” he says, hitting his vape. “Is the difference that I’m standing so close to you right now?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No?” he quirks his eyebrows, amused. “So, this doesn’t bother you?” He takes a couple of steps towards you, slow and deliberate, until there’s only about a foot between your bodies.
“Su-bong,” you say, pressing your hand to his chest to push him away, but you find yourself not trying too hard to stop him.
“I’ve never seen you wear something this short before,” he continues, ignoring you as his fingers begin to play with the hem of your skirt. “Did Little Red Riding Hood wear fishnets and a corset in the story? I don’t remember anything about her being a slut.”
Your mouth feels dry, your breath hard to catch as Su-bong speaks. You always called him a mouthpiece because he was never stuck on what to say in any given situation, but you’d never experienced this. Your instinct as someone who has a boyfriend is to tell him you’re not interested, but the nagging urges that have for him seemingly resurfaced are complicating things. You wonder how he manages to be tuned in to what your turn-ons are.
Without your protests, Su-bong’s fingers start to toy with the tulle under your skirt, creeping closer and closer to touching your thighs. Even with gloves on, the sensation of Su-bong’s hands on you makes you tense with anticipation. Your phone suddenly vibrating in your hand snaps you out of your trance quickly, and you look down at the screen to see your boyfriend’s name.
“Uh-oh, Shooter’s calling,” Su-bong teases. You slap his hand away from your skirt, your face flushing in both arousal and embarrassment. You take a few steps away from Su-bong so he won’t be able to listen to your phone call.
“Hey, babe,” you answer the call, keeping your voice low. “Where are you? Did you get lost?”
“I’m sorry,” he sighs, his voice tired. “I’m still at Haneda. My…flight was delayed.”
“Oh,” you say, dropping your shoulders.
“I’m not sure how much longer it will be. I guess I should have taken the train, like you suggested.” You don’t reply, your disappointment getting the better of you. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I know you had the costumes ready, and you were really excited.”
“It’s okay,” you mutter.
You feel yourself getting annoyed at how his tone of voice sounds disinterested. You’d like to blame it on how tired he likely is from work, but you know he doesn’t care for Su-bong either, and would come up with anything to avoid seeing him. Sometimes, you’d like to agree that Su-bong can be a bit too much, but you were ready to put that aside for the sake of Halloween.
“I’m sure you’ll have more fun without me there,” Shota presses. “I’m tired, and wouldn’t be good company.”
“What am I without my Big Bad Wolf?”
It feels childish for you to guilt trip him like this, especially since it isn’t his fault that his flight is delayed. Still, you’re upset after you had been so excited for the weeks leading up to the party. And you hope that having Shota with you would calm the reawakened feelings for Su-bong.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Shota says, and his detached tone finally pushes you from disappointed to pissed off.
“Great,” you reply, flatly. “I’ll see later, I guess.”
You quickly hang up the call before he has the opportunity to say anything else. You clench your phone in your hand, willing it to break to get out your frustration, but you hear the crackling of Su-bong’s vape behind you, bringing you to your senses for a moment.
“He’s not coming?” You’d swear there was a brief flash of your old friend in the way he speaks, but it’s quickly overshadowed by Su-bong walking up behind you and leaning in towards your ear. “I know what will take your mind off of it,” he whispers. “Dancing. You used to love dancing…I bet Shooter doesn’t know the way you and I used to dance together.”
You picture the times you and Su-bong would hang out at clubs, drinking and dancing the night away. You were both fond of slow jams on nights where the drinks were plenty, and you would grind against Su-bong without a second thought. There were nights where you would feel him getting hard, and you were sure if he asked you to go home with him, you wouldn’t hesitate, but neither of you ever made the jump.
“C’mon, baby,” Su-bong smiles. “For old time’s sake.”
“Dancing sounds great,” you grit, turning abruptly to reenter the house, not waiting for Su-bong.
You shove through the crowd that fills the living room finding a spot where you can begin to sway on your own to the music. Su-bong slinks towards you, watching the way your body moves as if he’s fighting the urge to pounce on you. Your gaze finds him, inviting him closer towards you — he smirks and pulls the mask over his face. Su-bong creeps closer, catching you by your waist so he can keep your bodies close together as you both move to the music. You press your hands to his chest softly, trying to mostly avoid looking at Su-bong, though you‘re certain he’s locked onto you behind the eyes of the mask.
“I know you’re pissed at Shooter,” he says suddenly, his grip loose on your hips, but firm enough to keep you against him. “I know a way that we could really make him jealous. We could sneak up to my room and take a few pictures. I’ve got a king size bed.”
“It matches your king size attitude,” you retort, and you know it sounds stupid, but you have to say something so he doesn’t know the impact he’s beginning to have on you.
“A lot about me is king size, señorita,” Su-bong answers. “If you’d rather something more public, the sofa is right there and I’m sure the influencers would love a livestream opportunity. A little slut like you, ready to do anything to keep me happy, you’ll go viral in seconds.”
“You’re just full of ideas tonight,” you mutter, hoping he doesn’t notice the effect his words are having on you.
“You don’t remember that you told me all of this?” he smirks. “I’ve got a great memory.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’ve been telling me for years about all the shit you’re into,” he says, pulling you by your hips so you’re snug against him. “How you love a man to be dominant, how you like being called names…how much you love Ghostface.” He laughs at the last part, lifting the mask from his face so you can see his eyes. “That’s only a few, but I remember everything you told me,” he smirks. “And I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to give you what you want.”
“Why?” you ask. “That’s uncharacteristically considerate of you.” Su-bong laughs, hitting his vape.
“I like a woman who isn’t afraid to get nasty for me.”
“Good to know it’s purely selfish.”
“Oh, do you need me to be more generous?” Su-bong asks, pulling his mask over his face again. “Do you need me to tell you how fucking hot you look tonight? And how I want to drag you up to my bedroom to fuck you until you’re screaming my name?”
“I have a boyfriend,” you say, maybe trying to convince yourself more than Su-bong.
“Shooter’s boring. I bet he doesn’t spank you. Remember when you told me how wet that gets you?”
The memories begin to flow into your mind again. You remember several nights with Su-bong where conversations drifted to sex. You always felt comfortable about the things you were into, and you didn’t mind sharing with your friend. Maybe there was a part of you that hoped one day he would take you in the ways you described, but he never did.
“You told me one time that you get turned on by being touched in public,” Su-bong interrupts your thoughts, his hand delving between your thighs.
“Su-bong,” you mutter, finding yourself trembling in anticipation, waiting to feel the material of his glove rubbing against you.
“Were you hoping to get fucked tonight? Is that why you wore this skirt and fucking thigh high stockings? And poor Shooter isn’t here to see it.” Su-bong slips two fingers past the side of your panties, touching your slick skin. “Or feel it,” he continues, dragging his gloved fingers through your folds, brushing over your clit. “Or…taste it.”
Su-bong begins to breathe a little harder, muffled against the mask. He bumps his head against yours, nuzzling so he can lean closer to your ear.
“I’ll bet you’d look really pretty in my bed…face down, ass up…dripping down your thighs and onto my designer sheets.”
“Jesus Christ,” you snap back to your senses and shove Su-bong away from you.
You can’t bring yourself to say anything else, knowing your voice won’t be strong enough to sound assertive. The first thing that comes to your mind is putting as much distance between yourself and Su-bong as you can before your self-restraint disappears entirely. Dropping your gaze to the ground, you shove through the crowd and make your way towards the bathroom.
Much to your annoyance, the small bathroom near the kitchen is occupied, so you quickly storm up the steps in hopes that one of the guest bathrooms is available. As you walk, you get the sense that you’re being watched, so you quicken your pace, slipping into the bathroom and slamming the door shut to engage the lock.
“Calm down,” you mutter quietly, stepping in front of the mirror to look at your reflection. “He’s just trying to fuck with your head. He’s an asshole.” You straighten out the tulle of your skirt and turn the taps on to splash some cool water on your face.
You should leave. That’s the best option at this point. Su-bong has worn down your resolve and you’re one dirty word away from falling into his bed. There’s no way you could do that to Shota because you care for him too much. Even with your current frustration towards him, he’s still your boyfriend and you’re not looking to cheat on him with one of your friends. That solves it: you’re going home.
When you open the door to exit the bathroom, your heart leaps into your throat at the sight of Ghostface bracing his hands on either side of the doorway. He tilts his head to the side, making it obvious that he’s sizing you up. You know that it’s Su-bong, but the sight excites you more than it rightfully should.
You shouldn’t play along; you should stick with your plan and just go home. But Shota never wants to play games like this. It took weeks of begging to get him to agree to the Big Bad Wolf costume, and he still managed to wiggle out of the obligation. Sometimes you wished he would like to have a little more fun. Sometimes you wish he was more like Su-bong.
You quickly try to close the bathroom door, but Su-bong shoves it open, forcing his way into the room with you. He locks the door, and spins back towards you, hoisting you up onto the counter. The way he cocks his head to the side, the empty black eyes of the mask hiding him from your view, it makes your stomach twist in an array of emotions — excitement and anticipation at the forefront, followed closely by embarrassment for how much this turns you on.
“Why’d you run away from me?” Su-bong’s voice, though muffled by the mask, is deep and dangerous. “Are you scared of me, baby?”
“No.” You try to sound firm and confident but even with one word, your voice falls short. You’re sure Su-bong smirks behind his mask.
“Then what is it? Is there something you’re hiding from me instead?”
You’re too caught up in the moment to notice that Su-bong removed his gloves until you feel his hands on your knees, spreading your thighs apart. As he slots between your legs, you look down at his hands, nails adorned with black polish, creeping under your skirt. When he touches your lacy panties, finding them soaked through, he shakes his head, tsking at you.
“Are you that fucking easy?” Su-bong asks, leaning closer towards you to press his masked face directly against your cheek. Your face heats up and tears sting at your eyes, finding yourself overwhelmed with arousal and a little bit of guilt. “You really do get off on this mask thing, don’t you? What is it? Does being afraid turn you on?”
“I don’t know,” you mutter, truly unsure of what you enjoy about this. He keeps his head against yours as his fingers twist the fabric of your panties so he can rip them.
“These will just slow us down, baby,” he breathes, as the lace tears in his grasp. You whine, your thighs tightening around his waist in pure instinct — with him pressed against you, the bulge in his jeans is obvious, pressing to your wetness with enough friction to make your body ache.
“Su-bong,” you whine, your voice so needy, and you’re sure that Su-bong grins in delight behind his mask. He pries your thighs away from his hips and gets on his knees on the floor, pushing the tulle of your skirt away so he can finish ripping your panties from you.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, angling his head towards you, eyes still hidden behind his mask. You don’t realize how hard your breaths are coming out at first, but then you can hear them, echoing in the confined space of the bathroom.
You shake your head, so slight it could have looked like a twitch, but Su-bong accepts this as the confirmation he was waiting for. His head moves closer between your thighs until you feel the curved edge of the mask’s nose drag over your clit. Your body lurches in surprise, already so on edge from just talking, and Su-bong chuckles between your legs.
“Easy, baby. Don’t get too excited.”
Su-bong’s hands splay across your inner thighs so he can part your fold with his thumbs. You hear him hum softly, almost an appreciative sound, something that comes deep from his chest. He brushes his thumb over your clit, looking up at you to watch your reaction — your hips edge forward, silently begging for more.
Suddenly, your phone buzzes on the counter at your side. Against the marble countertops, the sound is much louder, echoing through the small room.
“I’ll bet that’s Shooter,” Su-bong mutters, his finger now circling around your entrance. “He feels bad for leaving you all by yourself, Little Red. Out here, where anybody could just…eat you up.”
Su-bong pulls the mask to the top of his head again, and trails the tip of his tongue over your clit, so softly that he’s barely there. At the same time, he pushes his finger into you, to the first knuckle. You let out a groan, knocking your head back against the mirror, and Su-bong chuckles, amused by how twisted up you are from so little touching.
Your phone buzzes. It feels like it’s louder this time, or maybe it’s the way your head is reeling, you can’t be sure. Su-bong teases your clit with his tongue again, applying the same amount of pressure, quick and ghostlike. You moan louder, spreading your legs.
“Goddamn,” you groan while Su-bong pushes his finger a little deeper into you.
There’s a knock at the door, and someone says your name. Your eyes go wide when you realize it’s Shota. Su-bong laughs quietly, not stopping himself from fingering you slowly. You clamp your hand over your mouth to silence the moan that threatens at your throat, hoping that maybe Shota will leave. The doorknob rattles, and you feel the panic set in.
“Hey, babe, are you okay? Namgyu said he saw you come up here, and he thought you weren’t feeling well.” You shoot a glare at Su-bong to curse his friend for sending your boyfriend after you, but Su-bong only smirks, eyes on you as he leans in to tongue you again. “Babe?” Shota’s voice comes again and now your phone buzzing for a third time against the countertop definitely gives you away.
“Fuck,” you breathe against your hand, finally shoving Su-bong away by his shoulders, so he quietly tumbles to sit on the floor. He covers his mouth to laugh silently, while you attempt to straighten out your skirt. “Yeah, Shooter, I’m here,” you call out, watching Su-bong hit his vape. ”Gimme just a second.”
You gesture to the shower, directing Su-bong to hide so you can open the door, but he doesn’t move. You give him a pleading look, hoping that he won’t do anything stupid. Finally, he rolls his eyes and pulls his mask down again as he stands and climbs into the shower, out of view. You spare one more glance at your reflection, making sure you look presentable before you open the door to face your boyfriend.
“I thought you were stuck in Tokyo,” you say, flatly.
“I was trying to surprise you,” Shota says, his tone unconvincing, like he practiced what he wanted to say.
“Yeah, great surprise.” You push past Shota, pulling the door shut as you make your way down the hall. You want to find somewhere out of view of the bathroom to allow Su-bong the opportunity to sneak out without being seen by Shota, so you descend the steps and head to the kitchen.
“Babe,” Shota calls out, trying to be heard over the noise of the party, but you pretend you don’t hear him, grabbing a water from the fridge. “I’m sorry,” Shota says, once he reaches you.
“If you didn’t want to come to the party, Shota, you could have just said it.”
“Okay, I didn’t want to come,” he says. “You’re right. But I did show up. I’m here now.” You take a sip of your water, staring at Shota as you wait for him to continue. “I don’t like Thanos,” he groans. “He’s an asshole. I don’t know why you’re friends with him. I didn’t feel like coming all the way out here for his party.”
“It wasn’t for his party; it was for me.”
“I didn’t think of it—”
“So, you lied to me instead,” you respond. “Were you at my apartment, pretending you were still at the airport?” Shota glances around for a moment, as if he doesn’t want to tell you the truth even if you already figured it out. “You showed up now…without the costume—”
“I don’t like costumes,” he interrupts, shrugging his shoulders.
“I’d be less pissed off if you would have told me the truth,” you say, looking towards the partygoers to find Su-bong talking to a girl you’ve never seen before
“You’re right,” Shota says. “I shouldn’t have lied about it.”
Shota continues to talk but you’re too focused on Su-bong and this random girl. Why would he be flirting with some stranger when his head was just between your thighs? No, of course you know why he’s doing this — his ego. He needs to be the one in control of every situation.
You watch the way Su-bong leans in towards the girl, whispering something in her ear. As he speaks, she giggles and Su-bong’s eyes immediately find yours, like he could feel you staring. His gaze is devious, and you feel enveloped by it, stuck and you can’t look away; it’s like he’s daring you to do something. The girl keeps talking to Su-bong, just like Shota still talks to you but you are locked in with Su-bong, neither of you really listening to your conversations.
Su-bong takes a hit off of his vape, finally breaking eye contact with you so he can talk to the girl again, making her laugh immediately. You clench your jaw, wondering what he could have said that was so funny.
“Are you even listening to me?” Shota’s voice catches your attention again, and you sigh, looking back at him.
“Yeah, I heard you, Shota,” you lie. “Look…maybe you should go back to my place and sleep. You’ve been busy this week…you need to get some rest.”
You give him the opportunity to tell you to come with him. Maybe that’s what you need to make you snap out of this stupid trance that Su-bong has you in. But when Shota nods his head, running his hand through his hair, you know he won’t.
“Okay,” he says. “You’re probably right. Some rest could help. And I have that event in Hyōgo this weekend…” His tone almost sounds relieved.
“Then go,” you shrug. “I’ll see you later.”
Shota nods, leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek before he turns away, taking his leave. On any other occasions, the simple kiss would be sweet, a tender sign of affection that he would frequently show you. But today, it stokes the flames already flickering inside of you.
“Uh-oh, trouble in paradise.” Su-bong managed to sneak up on you as you were watching Shota leave, and he now leans against the counter beside you. “I guess he wasn’t in Tokyo, huh?” You turn towards him, watching him take a long hit off of his vape, his expression more pleased than you think you’ve ever seen him. You find your gaze wandering to his mouth, watching the vapor billow from his lips. “What, do you want to kiss me or something?” He says it almost cruelly, like he’s mocking you for having the urge, but it’s all part of the game.
“No, but I’d like to slap you,” you retort.
“Mmm, I’d like that,” Su-bong chuckles, slipping behind you again. “What would it take to get you to choke me?” He reaches one hand past you to press against the edge of the countertop so he can block you against him. “What about you, baby?” he mumbles, his voice now muffled, as he likely pulled his mask over his face again. “Do you like to be choked, too?”
Before you can reply, you feel Su-bong’s hand pushing past the tulle of your skirt from behind, so you press your hands to the counter and widen your stance to give him access to you. He chuckles under the mask, pleased with how you’re reacting to him. As his middle finger pushes into your wetness, you sigh, your eyelids feeling heavy already from something so simple.
“Is this what you want?” Su-bong asks, teasing the pad of his finger over your clit, his body pressing against you. “For me to finger you in my kitchen while people watch?” Your eyes flutter open long enough to see some of the partygoers have caught on to your antics, whispering back and forth in amusement. Su-bong slips his finger inside of you, as deep as he can at this angle.
It does excite you: people watching you while you get touched by Su-bong in a Ghostface costume. You let your mind race with the thoughts of him bending you over the counter and fucking you in front of them, people pulling out their phones to record you. It overwhelms you — Shota would never touch you like this because he didn’t enjoy any public affection beyond a kiss.
“I can tell you like it,” Su-bong whispers. “You’re clenching around my finger like no one has ever touched you before. You’re so tight right now, I don’t know if you’re going to be able to handle what I’m going to do to you.”
“Fuck, Su-bong, please,” you gasp, dropping your gaze to the counter, unable to take the stares any longer. He pumps his finger into you a few times, agonizingly slow, deliberately teasing you.
“Please what? Tell me what you’re begging me for.”
“I fucking…” you gasp. “I need you to fuck me.”
“You need it, hm?” His tone is mocking, and you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t aching for him. “Jesus, I barely even touched you and you’re already this desperate. Go wait in my bedroom. I’ll be up there eventually.”
‘Eventually’ should have pissed you off. It should have reminded you that you have a boyfriend who wouldn’t talk to you like that. You should have shoved him away from you and slapped him like any respectable woman would. But this was part of the game — and you like it.
Walking proves to be more of a challenge than you anticipated. You’re unsteady on your feet, your platform heels complicating things further as you very carefully ascend the stairs towards Su-bong’s bedroom. You don’t dare look over your shoulder to see who is still watching — by now, the whole party knows Su-bong has you exactly where he wants you.
When you finally reach Su-bong's bedroom, you note the flooring is carpet, so you slip your heels off to set them in the hallway before you enter. You make your way towards his bed, and sit on the edge, unsure of what to do with yourself while you wait. To keep your hands occupied, even for a moment, you untie the ribbon of the sheer hood you wore over your hair, dropping it to the bed beside you.
The music from the party below is muffled, only the bass thumping through the floor, making the silence of the room feel much louder. The room smells like his cologne and laundry soap, with a small hint of the watermelon flavored vape he’d grown fond of lately. Your hands fiddle with the duvet beneath you, fingers stroking the fabric as your mind races.
You haven’t had any alcohol but you feel drunk from the way Su-bong spoke to you, the way he touched you. It boggles your mind that he paid so much attention to all of your kinks during the course of your friendship, a far more thoughtful decision than you thought he was capable of. You think of the times when you would tell Shota the things you wanted to do, and how uncomfortable he would appear. He is a more reserved person who never seems to do anything he feels is too kinky — asking him to pull your hair was too much for him. You would never pressure him, but you also always had a nagging desire in the back of your mind to have someone to give you everything you’re looking for. Though you never expected that person to be Su-bong.
“Dreaming about me?” Your attention falls to Su-bong who leans against the doorway of his bedroom, puffing on his vape with your heels clutched in his other hand. “I found these,” he says, walking into the room and closing the door behind him. “I don’t remember telling you to take them off.”
Su-bong still stands several feet away from you, so you cross to him to take your shoes and slip them back onto your feet. He nods towards his bed and you take the hint, listening to him take the steps to follow directly behind you. Just as you reach the bed, his hands grasp your hips from behind to stop you, and urge you to bend at the waist. You set your hands against the mattress to keep your balance, feeling your ass press against Su-bong.
“I’ve thought about this for a long time,” Su-bong mutters. “Getting you exactly where I want you. Having you ready to do whatever I tell you to do. Thanos’ little slut.” You clench involuntarily, and you’re happy that he can’t feel it yet — it would be too embarrassing for him to know how much you liked what he said.
You feel a loss of contact as Su-bong takes a step back, lowering to his knees behind you. He removes his gloves and mask entirely, tossing them onto the bed beside you so he can bunch the tulle of your skirt around your waist. His hands rub over your ass, thumbs briefly spreading you open to see your hole; of course your body reacts, clenching in anticipation.
“Is that where you want me?” Su-bong laughs, teasing his thumb over you. “I don’t think you’re prepared for that, not tonight. Maybe if you’re good enough, I’ll get you some toys so we can get you ready to take me. How does that sound?” His voice is almost too calm, like he’s unaffected by what he’s promising you. When his hand comes down hard on your ass, you yelp, your fingers clenching the duvet and your knees buckling. “Answer me,” he commands. “Does that sound good?”
“Yes, it sounds really fucking good,” you breathe, nodding your head quickly.
“Good,” he responds, one hand slipping between your thighs so he can rub along your slit. “I can’t believe your stupid fucking boyfriend saw you dressed like this and left you here. If you were mine, strutting around in a dress this short…” He spanks you again, this time harder than before, and he strokes your clit at the same time. Your body trembles and you let out a needy whine, feeling yourself growing wetter at the contact. “…dripping like this,” he continues, teasing his finger around your entrance. “Fuck, that’s so hot. Does your boyfriend know how to get you this wet? I bet he doesn’t; he seems boring.”
Su-bong doesn’t wait for an answer before he slips two fingers inside you, pumping slowly and shallowly. You groan in your throat, your head dropping and your eyes closing, his slender fingers stretching your walls that have been aching for him all night.
Su-bong surprises you by leaving a bite on the back of your thigh, making you drop down to your elbows with a moan. You rest your knee on the edge of the bed now, hoping it will support you as your arms grow tired, but this also gives Su-bong more access to you, which he greedily accepts with a growl.
“Fuck, you taste like candy,” he mutters, pressing open mouth kisses against you, licking up what he can. “Perfect for Halloween.”
When Su-bong angles his head so he’s able to press his mouth to your clit, he begins sucking on it, sloppy and wet, practically moaning against you while still thrusting his fingers into you. You whine, much needier than you expect, rocking your hips against his face, desperately needing more friction. Su-bong’s free hand strokes up the back of your calf, tracing the fishnet material, until he reaches the back of your thigh. He squeezes hard and then gives another sharp slap to your ass, causing you to buck against his face.
“Su-bong,” you whine, listening to him laugh against you. “Please.”
“Mmm,” he hums, pulling back so he can leave another bite, this time on your inner thigh. “Are you begging me?”
“Yes, please.”
With another spank to your ass, making you feel how tender it’s become, Su-bong stands, checking to see that your gaze is on him from over your shoulder. He raises the front of his hoodie enough to access his belt, slowly pulling the leather from the buckle until it’s open. His fingers press to the button, flicking it open and then dragging down the zipper, agonizingly slow.
“Is this what you’re begging me for?” Su-bong asks, nodding his head downwards.
“Mhm,” you nod.
“Come over here and get it.”
You move from the bed to the floor, resting your knees in front of him. You keep your eyes on him, giving as innocent a look as you can muster, while you slide your hand into his boxers to wrap your fingers around him.
“Fuck,” you mumble, when you slip him from his clothes.
You clench thinking about what he’ll feel like inside of you, his size much larger than what you’re used to. Of course, he smirks at your reaction, so self-satisfied that it almost makes you roll your eyes. You notice Su-bong slips his phone from his pocket, prepared to toss it onto the bed beside his mask and gloves, but he pauses, as if he’s thinking of something. A devious smirk begins to spread across his lips as he lifts his gaze to meet yours.
“Can I?”
It takes you a moment to understand what he’s suggesting, but your stomach twists into knots when you realize; he wants to record you. All you can do is nod, beginning to slowly stroke your hand over him — you don’t know if you could even form a clear sentence with how turned on you are. In response to your approval, Su-bong grins, snatching up his mask and slipping it over his face again.
When you chance a look at him, you watch him pull the hood over his head as well, his breaths heavy. Giving him an innocent look from underneath your eyelashes, you find him peering down at you from behind his mask, aiming the camera towards you. You can hear his breath muffled against the mask, steady but every so often a little shaky.
You take him into your mouth slowly, bobbing your head over him so that he’s halfway into your mouth with your hand stroking the rest of him. You feel a little shy on camera, like you forgot how to properly give head, but Su-bong softly presses his hand to the back of your head to urge you on.
“Can you take it deeper for me?” he asks, and you relax your jaw preparing to take more of him into your mouth. “I love how eager you are to please me, baby.”
The sentence would have been sweet if it wasn’t in the tone that Su-bong liked to use — that Thanos voice. It’s smug and egotistical, like he needs his inflated sense of self to be the first thing people notice about him; he’s proud of his ego and the way people feed into it. Right now, you’re more than happy to give him what he wants.
When his cock hits the back of your throat, you gag but fight through it, keeping him still. Su-bong groans when he feels you struggling around him, the way you try to keep him even though he’s too big, it makes his cock twitch against your tongue. You pull back quicker than you would have liked, letting out a gasp but still taking care to stroke over him.
“It’s okay,” Su-bong says, wiping the tear from your eye with his thumb. “You’ve never had to suck a dick this big, have you, señorita?” You shake your head slowly, licking the head of his cock and swirling your tongue around to catch some of the precum that leaked out.
“I like how you taste,” you admit, your free hand slipping between your thighs to rub your clit. You take him back into your mouth bobbing your head over him faster, stroking to the base of his shaft.
“Are you touching yourself?” Su-bong asks, trying to angle the camera to get your whole body in the frame. “Did I tell you that you could do that?”
You whimper around him, your eyebrows furrowing because fuck, the deep, raspy tone of his voice shoots straight between your thighs. You’re sure if you could see his face, he would be smirking at you, knowing that he has you exactly where he wants you. After a few more bobs of your head, you take him deeper again, working over him faster and moaning quietly around him.
“Fuck, that feel so good” he grits, letting out a shuddered breath. “I’ll have to train you how to deepthroat and you’ll—Jesus, you’ll be perfect.” He sets his hand on the back of your head and guides you backwards so he drops from your mouth. “Take everything off except your stockings and heels,” he commands, stepping back with his camera still aimed towards you.
Standing to your feet, you decide to put on a show for him and his camera; you unfasten the button of your skirt and let it drop to pool around your feet. When you begin to unfasten the hooks at the front of your corset, Su-bong takes a step closer to you to get a better view with his camera. His free hand slowly strokes over himself, his breath heavy in the mask. When you drop the rest of your clothing to the floor, he gets one last look at you through the phone’s camera before he stops recording and tosses it to the bed.
“Lay on your back,” he directs. “Spread your legs. Let me see how wet your pussy is now that you got a taste of Thanos.” You hurry towards the bed, far more eager than you would normally like to be and you swear you can hear Su-bong laugh behind you. “Hungry little slut,” he mutters, entirely too amused.
You settle into the bed, dropping back onto your elbows so you can still watch him, spreading your legs like you were told to do. Su-bong slowly strokes over his erection for a moment before he tucks himself back into his boxers, to your disappointment.
“Now, don’t look so sad,” Su-bong mumbles, moving closer to the bed. “I’m not even close to being done with you yet.” He slides the mask off of his face and drops it to the bed, taking a hit of his vape again. “On your back,” he says, more firmly. “Keep your eyes up.”
You find it an odd request but when you rest onto your back, you notice the oversized mirror on the ceiling above his bed. At any other time, you would roll your eyes and mock him for how ridiculous it seems. But you’re entranced, as through the reflection, you see Su-bong crawling onto the bed, pushing your legs even further apart to give him space.
“Have you always gotten wet for me?” Su-bong asks, kissing up your inner thigh.
“Mhm,” you hum, still watching him through the mirror, your hands fisting the duvet beneath you as he gets closer to where you need him most. “When we’d dance, I’d feel you getting hard…” You say it in hopes that you could bring him down to your level a bit, however, Su-bong has no shame, and he chuckles against your thigh, leaving a bite much harder than you expect.
“Yeah, because I knew you would have fucked me at the club if I asked you,” he mutters, his tongue teasing over your clit. You moan softly, pressing one hand to the back of his head and urging him to continue — of course he lets out an amused breath of a laugh, but obliges.
Su-bong doesn’t waste time going slow; he begins to suck on your clit immediately, his fingers joining his mouth between your legs but circling your slick entrance. You nudge your hips against his face, begging him to get on with it, because you’re desperate to get off. Su-bong eases two fingers inside of you, thrusting at a steady pace but now beginning to tongue your clit, panting against you.
“Fuck, Thanos.”
You don’t mean to say it. Truth be told, you don’t even realize that you said it until Su-bong growls against you and hooks his free arm under your thigh to pin you against his face. He sucks on your clit again, his fingers thrusting faster, pushing you faster to your orgasm. You thread your fingers through his hair to give you some leverage to work your hips against.
“I’m gonna come, Thanos,” you moan, testing his nickname again in hopes that he can go even faster.
“Mhm,” he hums against you, giving you what you need.
The sloppy sound of his fingers pumping and his mouth sucking becomes the only thing you can focus on, chasing your orgasm. You claw at the back of his hoodie with your free hand, watching through the mirror so you can see yourself losing control. When his fingers curl inside of you, pumping harder, hitting that spot that’s been neglected for so long, you let out a broken moan, needy and cheap enough that you’d blush if you heard it from outside. Su-bong’s grip on your thigh begins to hurt, and you know he’ll leave bruises but the pain only gives you the push you need to reach your climax.
Your thighs tighten around his head, and you feel him moan hard against you in response, still working you through your climax. You arch from the bed, pressing yourself against him more firmly to feel every bit of your orgasm. The way Su-bong’s fingers thrust into you still, fast and hard, make your legs quake along with the motions. Each time you make contact, you become more aware of how sore you’re going to be already.
You feel him in every inch of your body, shockwaves rolling all the way through to your limbs. With Su-bong working you at the same pace, you feel yourself hurtling towards another climax that you’re not ready for. Everything begins to feel like it’s blurring and you’re worried you could pass out from overstimulation, the intensity of your first orgasm much greater than you expected. Your hands press to his shoulders, the bottoms of your heels dig into his sides, trying to push him away as you find your words.
“F-fuck, wait,” you stutter out, tears beginning to form in your eyes. Su-bong slows to a stop and lifts his gaze to meet yours, a brief flash of concern in his eyes. “I’m okay,” you pant, covering your face with your hands. “Just gimme a second.”
“That wasn’t even my best work. You must have really needed that.”
You’d laugh if you could because he’s not wrong. Shota rarely takes care of your needs; you blame it on a number of factors, like his busy schedule, your distance from one another, and how exhausted he gets from work. You don’t think he does it on purpose, but no, you can’t keep thinking about Shota when Su-bong rolls onto his back and rests his head on your thigh, watching you through the mirror as he takes another hit from his vape.
Something hits you at this moment: you haven’t kissed him yet. You wonder if it’s intentional, and maybe it’s too intimate for what you’re doing, too tender. But you watch his mouth on his vape, the way he licks his lips after he exhales the vapor…and you want to know what it feels like to be kissed by him.
“What is it?” Su-bong asks, staring at you through the mirror. “Had enough?”
“Just thinking.”
“Ah, you think too much,” he waves his hand dismissively. “You could afford to spend some time feeling instead. Get out of your head every once and a while.”
You stare at him for another moment before shoving him off of you and crawling on top of him, straddling his waist. His expression is overjoyed and diabolical at the same time, so you knock his vape from his hand so it clatters to the floor. When his eyebrows crease and his lips part, presumably to complain, you grab handfuls of his hoodie and plant a hard kiss on his lips. He groans, his hands setting on your hips so he can dig his fingers into your skin.
“I could tell you wanted to kiss me,” he mutters against your lips. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?”
You break from the kiss completely, pressing your hands flat against his chest and grinding yourself against his cock through his jeans. He pulls in a sharp breath, then lands a quick slap on your ass while his other hand is still holding your hip.
Your hand slips between your bodies, working his cock free from his boxers again. You guide it along your slit, making sure he’s covered with your juices before finally you ease him inside of you. The moan you let out was pathetic, but he stretches you more than you expect, a distinct pain radiating through your walls.
Su-bong doesn’t say anything apart from a muttered swear once you’ve settled onto him completely, but when his eyes meet yours, you can tell he’s checking in to make sure you’re okay. You give him a small nod, and start to rock yourself on his lap, slow enough to get used to the pain. Su-bong nods, biting his lip as he lets out a satisfied groan.
Desperate to get your hands on him, you drag the zipper of his hoodie down, and he takes the hint, sitting up to remove it the rest of the way. Once his hoodie is on the floor, one of your hands gently grasps his throat, watching for his reaction. His tongue slips from his mouth, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth with a nod of his head. Your grip tightens on him,watching the way his eyes slip closed while you still ride him slowly.
“Fuck,” he grinds out, holding your thighs firmly, adding to the litany of marks he’s left on you already. “Harder.”
“Of course you like getting choked,” you tease, tightening your grip on his throat. You lean over him, planting a quick kiss on his lips, before whispering in his ear, “Are you going to choke me, too?”
Su-bong lets out a strangled grunt, and you release your grip on him, letting him pull in a few breaths. He thrusts up, plowing himself deeper inside of you so that you let out a yelp against his neck. You claim his neck with your mouth, sucking and kissing to leave your mark on him, Su-bong murmurs your name in a tone that makes your walls clench around his cock, riding him faster now.
“Why don’t you get on your hands and knees for me?” he asks, nudging your head softly with his to get your attention.
“No, I want to be on top.”
You’re testing the waters. You want to see if he likes a brat — well, maybe not completely bratty, but a little defiant. Both of Su-bong’s arms wrap around your waist, holding your body flush against his so you can’t move. You lift your head from his neck, and peer into his eyes to find them darkened, albeit a little amused.
“Who’s in charge?” he asks, quietly. You don’t answer immediately, so he spanks you hard enough to make you whine and clench around him again. “Answer me,” he asks, his voice raspier now, more insistent.
“You are,” you reply, licking your lips, unable to hide your excitement at the way he speaks to you. A smirk spreads across his lips and he kisses you, hard and rough, like he wants to claim his property. When he breaks from the kiss, you risk giving an extra bite to his bottom lip, a move that earns a growl from Su-bong.
“Get on your knees.”
You finally do as you're told, hurrying off of him so you can rest on your hands and knees facing the head of the bed. He settles onto his knees behind you, hand rubbing soothingly over your backside for a moment. You rest onto your forearms, arching your back to press yourself against him, trying to entice him to continue.
Su-bong chuckles at your eagerness, pressing his hand against your lower back as he guides himself back into you. He lets out a raspy groan, burying inside of you to the hilt and remaining still for a moment. You can hear that he’s fumbling with something so you glance over your shoulder to see him slipping his mask back onto his face.
“I’m so glad Shooter left you here for me,” he laughs, gently rocking his hips against you. “I’m going to make you mine now.”
Su-bong reaches past you to prop his phone against the pillows, pressing record when he’s sure that you’re both in the frame. He sits upright again, grabbing your hip with one hand while the other holds the hem of his shirt out of the way so he’s able to watch between your bodies as he fucks into you. You watch him through the screen of the phone, and you can’t fight the climax that starts to build inside of you at the sight of him in his Ghostface mask.
“That boyfriend of yours…he can’t do it like this, can he?”
“No,” you whine, your eyes slipping closed.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” Su-bong says, spanking you hard enough to make you moan. Your eyes flutter open so you can see him on the phone screen again. “Does your little boyfriend fuck you this good?”
“He can’t fuck me like you can,” you whimper, shaking your head. “Fuck, you’re so big.” You let out a staggered groan, your eyes slipping closed so you can focus on pushing yourself back against his thrusts.
“Yeah? You’re not used to something this big, are you?”
“No, no one has ever fucked me this deep, or stretched me like this. You’re gonna make me come, baby; please, don’t stop.”
“C’mere,” Su-bong mumbles, grabbing your shoulder so he can pull you towards him, pressing his chest against your back. “Are you going to come for me?” he whispers, his voice muffled, but the heat of his breath resonating from behind the mask’s rubber edges. “Is your pussy leaking down your thighs because this is the best you’ve ever had?”
“Mhm,” you whine, grabbing one of his hands to drag it towards your throat.
“Dirty little slut,” he chuckles, wrapping his slender fingers around your throat and squeezing just enough to make it difficult for you to pull in a breath.
“Choke me,” you beg, as Su-bong continues to thrust against you.
Su-bong grips you more firmly, cutting off your oxygen and you instinctively try to take a breath, but find yourself unable to. He fucks you harder, hitting you at a different angle with your bodies pressed together like this. You reach over your shoulder, pushing his mask off of his face, letting it fall to the floor. You scrape your nails over his scalp before threading your fingers through his hair, listening to him let out a growl.
“You should see how sexy you look,” he whispers. “You’ve got a boyfriend but you’re riding my dick like you fucking own it. What would people think if they saw how fucking nasty you’re acting for me?” You dig your nails into his forearm, and he takes the hint, loosening his grip so you can pull in a breath. “Good girl,” he soothes, wrapping his arms around your body to hold you still while he trusts.
“Fuck, choke me again.”
“You want to come with my hand on your throat?”
“Mhm, please,” you beg, nodding furiously.
Su-bong places his hand on your throat again, squeezing immediately so you’re unable to breathe. Your jaw is slack, eyes closed, your hips trying to circle against Su-bong’s hard thrusts. He presses a kiss to your shoulder before he bites down to muffle his moan.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby,” he mutters against your skin. “I’ve never had pussy this good in my life.”
You would moan if you had the air, but Su-bong’s fingers dig into your throat hard enough to cut your breathing off entirely. The sensations become overwhelming: Su-bong panting and moaning against your shoulder, the bed creaking softly beneath you, the bass rumbling from the floor below, your inability to breathe — it pushes you headfirst into your second climax of the night.
Su-bong releases his grip on your throat, allowing you to pull in a shuddered breath that quickly turns into a ragged moan. Your moans are strangled and desperate, your body quivering against Su-bong’s, fingernails dragging along the length of his arm and digging in.
“Fuck,” he hisses, still thrusting as you struggle to pull away from him, far too overstimulated. Su-bong laughs breathlessly, letting you go so that you drop back onto your stomach, with him pressed against your back. “Jesus,” he mutters, kissing along your shoulder. “You almost made me come.”
“Wouldn’t make us even,” you rasp.
“Oh, yeah?” Su-bong chuckles, grabbing his phone to stop the recording.
“Mhm,” you hum, nudging him off of you. He rolls onto his back with a grunt, his hand giving a lazy stroke over his length. “What’s wrong?” you ask, rolling onto your side and watching him carefully. “Are you too tired now?”
“You need Thanos to give you another one, señorita?” he grins, licking your slick from his fingers. You roll closer to him, taking hold of his wrist and pulling his hand towards you so you can finish cleaning his hand.
“I want you to ruin me for anyone else,” you mutter. “I want you to make it where I can’t think of you without my pussy getting wet.” Su-bong stares at you for a moment, mesmerized. You wonder if you’ve gone too far but he leans towards you and kisses you deeply, his hand resting underneath your chin to keep you in place.
“On your back,” he mumbles against your lips. “I’ll give you what you want, my girl.”
You roll onto your back, spreading your legs, inviting him over. The grin on Su-bong’s face is clear as he kneels between your thighs, tugging his shirt over his head and throwing it to the ground before pushing himself back inside of you. He presses his hands to your inner thighs, pinning your legs down to the spread wide open for him. Su-bong presses his weight against your thighs to brace himself as he fucks into you, a steady pace, but hitting deep inside of you with each thrust. Your moans become needier, cheap, decorum long thrown out the window — it’s only you and Su-bong, and his thrusts grow faster.
“You were made to have me inside you,” he mumbles, rolling his head back as his thrusts get sloppier. “I can’t wait…to see you covered in me.”
“You’re gonna come all over me?” you whine, clenching at the thought and Su-bong’s hips stutter in response. “Fuck, I’m gonna come again,” you groan, exhausted feeling the tightening in your worn out muscles. “Oh, my God, Su-bong, don’t stop!”
Your words start to jumble, your mind going blank as another climax hits your drained body. This time, it makes you tremble down to your feet, your knees pulling in around his waist of their own accord. You moan out his name, your hands clawing at his back in desperation, operating entirely on instinct.
It only takes a few more strokes of his hips before Su-bong pulls out of you as he jerks his hand quickly over his length, groaning your name over and over mixed with mutters of praise for you. As he comes, he drops his head back and lets out a loud moan into the air, echoing off the walls of his room. He finishes on your stomach and chest, panting and growling as he does.
“Fuck,” he breathes, feeling blindly at his side for his phone.
Su-bong aims the camera at you, trailing his fingers through his cum, gathering just enough to coat his fingers. He brings his hand between your thighs, pushing his fingers inside of your tender entrance. You whimper, needy and almost pleading with him because you won’t be able to handle another orgasm. Su-bong laughs breathlessly, recording as he gives two shallow pumps of his fingers before removing them altogether.
“Open your mouth,” he commands, and you do as you’re told. You stick your tongue out to allow him to slip his fingers into your mouth, aiming the camera at your face to film your response. You suck his fingers clean, looking beyond the phone this time, and instead into Su-bong’s face.
When he retracts his hand, he stops filming you, tossing the phone onto the bed beside you. He struggles for a moment to maneuver off of the side of the bed, nearly stumbling to the floor on his shaky legs.
“Jesus,” Su-bong breathes out, rubbing his hand over his face as he finally climbs from the bed and heads towards his bathroom. You lay splayed out on the bed, eyes closed, trying to catch your breath, completely fucked out.
You’re sure it was the best sex you’ve ever had. It was everything you’ve never gotten from partners in the past, especially Shota.
Oh, fuck — what are you going to tell Shota?
“You okay?” Su-bong’s voice pulls you back to reality, and you open your eyes to see him standing in the doorway of his bathroom, fastening his belt. He smiles, softer than he had all night, and you see shades of your friend again.
“Yeah,” you rasp, returning the smile.
“I turned the shower on,” Su-bong says, gesturing behind him into the bathroom then pointing across the room to a door. “There are shirts and boxers in the closet — you can wear whatever you want.”
“Where are you going?” You embarrass yourself with the way it sounds: needy and soft. After what the two of you just did, it feels out of place. Su-bong laughs, picking his vape from the floor and taking a hit as he walks closer to the bed.
“Why, you gonna miss me?”
“Not at all,” you quip, as Su-bong gently lifts your legs one at a time to slip your shoes from your feet, letting them clatter to the floor.
“Well,” Su-bong hums, his eyes scanning over your body. “I think Shooter is going to suspect something when he sees what I did to you.”
You don’t bother to look, knowing that you’re likely littered with bruises, bites all over your inner thighs, and your ass red with Su-bong’s hand print. You instead keep your eyes on Su-bong, noticing the mark you left on his neck; it makes you grin knowing that he let the Thanos facade slip just a bit for you.
“You can stay in here tonight,” he says, picking his shirt off of the floor and tugging it over his head. “I’ll clear the party out and come back in a little while.”
“What, are you going to come back to cuddle or something?” You say it to mock him gently in the way that he does to you, keeping in line with how most of your conversations go. But there’s a part of you that wants him to be soft to you — needs to feel him holding you. Su-bong smirks, pulling a lollipop from his pocket and slowly peeling the wrapper off.
“Is that what you want me to do?” he asks, still managing to make his voice sound cocky even while talking about something gentle. “Hold you and kiss you like I’m your boyfriend or something?”
“I guess it would be okay,” you reply, a faint smile on your lips. Su-bong slips the lollipop in his mouth, nodding his head.
“Then don’t worry about putting any clothes on when you get out of the shower,” he says, walking towards the bed. “I’d rather you sleep naked.”
He places one knee on the bed so he can lean over you, pressing his hands to the mattress on either side of your body. For a moment, he doesn’t do anything, simply stares into your eyes — his gaze is softer than you expect but he still hides some mischief behind the gentleness.
Su-bong pulls the lollipop from his mouth and licks his lips, dripping his head down to kiss you. It’s not soft like you’d expect after the way he was looking at you, but it isn’t rough either. He kisses you like he may not have another chance, deep and passionate so you can taste yourself on his tongue, mixing with the sweet raspberry flavor of the lollipop.
You feel like you could stay there forever, like this is where you belong: kissing Su-bong after he fulfilled almost every single desire you’ve ever had. Your body still trembles softly from the intensity of your interaction with him, goosebumps breaking out over your body. But your mind flashes to Shota, at your apartment wondering where you are. You feel shame start to wash over you, your thoughts beginning to push away the aftershocks of your multiple orgasms.
“Mmm,” he hums, breaking from the kiss to lock eyes with you again. “I can feel that you’re thinking too much.”
“What am I supposed to tell Shooter?”
“Whatever you want,” Su-bong replies, with a shrug. “Here, this will give you something to play with while I’m gone.”
Su-bong holds the sucker between his teeth by the stick, bracing himself above you with his hands against the mattress. He leans down enough for the candy to be just an inch from your lips so you lock eyes with him as you stick your tongue out and lick the sweet. The expression in his eyes is elated, like it won’t take much for him to be ready for round two. Though the thought of fucking Su-bong for the rest of the night makes your heart leap into your throat, your body is far too exhausted to do anything else tonight. You take the sucker into your mouth and Su-bong releases the stick from between his teeth.
“Just break up with him,” Su-bong says, standing from the bed and picking up his hoodie to pull it on again. “It’s never going to get better than where it is right now.” He spares one more glance towards you, a self-satisfied smirk spreading across his lips. “But us?” he says, gesturing between himself and you. “We haven’t even scratched the surface, my girl.”
cw: cnc, college! thanos, college! reader, degradation, groping, recording, harassment, minor noncon, daddy kink, oral, allusions to virgin! reader, pussy inspections, innocent reader, coercion, reader and thanos are both of age, somno voyeurism, rough sex, backshots, raw sex, MDNI
synopsis: college! thanos as the sweet reader's bully
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college bully! thanos resents the way you walk around campus. You're nothing like him. So prim and proper and graceful. You're the type of girl most mothers would rejoice over if her son brought you home.
college bully! thanos scowls every time he sees you prance through the halls. You’re always surrounded by a big group of people. It infuriates him to see that you're so adored, by professors, TA's, other students... all gushing over you like you’re some prized heifer.
In college bully! thanos' mind, it's impossible for someone to be so perfect. You're popular, of course, in the student council, in too many clubs for him to keep track of, you're in a a nice, fancy program that he couldn't get accepted into if he sold his soul to the admission's office, and worst of all, you're so fucking pretty.
Pretty enough to make his heart stop when he sees you. Pretty enough for him to drop what he's doing and stare at you.
college bully! thanos gets pissed when he sees that you pretend like you have no fucking clue what kind of effect you have on him. Like you don’t realize how everyone gawks at you. Like you don’t notice how even he, big, brooding, mean him, gets fucking tongue-tied if you so much as look his way.
Nothing in life has ever been fair to him, but somehow, looking at you makes him feel the bitter sting of it more than ever.
And it pisses him off.
college bully! thanos is dumb. He knows he is. School never came easy to him. It’s a fucking miracle he even got into college, but that miracle doesn’t mean shit when he spends every semester barely scraping by.
You don’t deserve it. And so he shows you you don't.
college bully! thanos makes your life miserable to show you what struggle is. At least, that's what he tells himself. He's only doing it to put you in your place. Nothing more.
You can't go anywhere anymore without running into him, because he ensures you meet him at least three times a day. He doesn't just tease or mock you, though. He puts his hands on you.
It started normal. Tripping you in the halls and tugging your hair in lectures and tugging the fabric of your thong when he's walking behind you and snapping it against your skin, and when you turn to him and whimper and ask him to stop, he just tells you that you're imagining things to find excuses to talk to him.
"What, you tryna throw yourself at me now?" college bully! thanos laughs meanly, giving your waist a hard squeeze after he catches you when you're falling because he tripped you. "Didn’t know you were that desperate, princess."
You squeak in surprise, feeling the warmth of his big hands on your body. You barely knew him before he just decided he wanted to bully you, and you can't figure out what his problem with you is. You've never even spoken to him, after all, and he just decided one day that he hated you and wanted to punish you. Your sweet little brain can’t grasp the fact that college bully! thanos is so hot for you that it makes him angry.
college bully! thanos couldn’t keep his hands off you if he tried. He waits outside your lectures just to grope at your soft body while degrading you, pushes his crotch up against your ass when he’s behind you in line.
"Why so tense, princess?" he murmurs, voice a lazy drawl. "Ain’t like I’m gonna bite." And then, just because he can, he smacks your ass. Hard enough for the flesh to jiggle and bounce back into place in a way that dumbs his brain down a whole lot.
You whip around, cheeks burning, lips parted to yell, and he just grins. Like he owns you. Like he knows you won’t do shit about it. You’re too sweet. Too much of a pushover. "Su-bong..!" you whisper-shout weakly. "You… y-you can’t just do that in public! it’s indecent…"
college bully! thanos cuts you off like you shouldn’t have the right to talk back to him. "Damn," he muses, tilting his head. "You make a noise like that in bed, baby?" And then he leaves. Leaves you standing there, humiliated, flustered, furious.
college bully! thanos knows you’re the type of girl he’s not supposed to have. The type of girl who’d laugh if he ever tried to ask you out. The type of girl who probably spreads her legs for rich frat boys who drive nice cars and have bright futures lined up for them. You’d never be with him.
And that upsets him. The thought of you being anyone’s but his makes him really really fucking mad.
So college bully! thanos voices it everytime he sees you.
"Bet you think you’re real fucking special, huh?" His voice is low, condescending, right next to your ear. "Walkin’ around like some untouchable little angel. But we both know you’re just a spoiled, cock-hungry brat."
You jerk against his hold, struggling as tears build in your waterline. Your hands fly up to push against his chest, but it’s useless, because he’s solid and strong and so big compared to you. Your lip wobbles with frustration.
You don’t know how or why this is happening to you, but you can’t do anything about it. He said he’d fuck you stupid if you told anyone, and so you keep your mouth shut the best you can.
"L–let me go," you stammer, embarrassed and scared. He shoves you into one of the bathrooms as soon as you say it, locking you together in a stall. He lowers himself to be eye level with you and gets in your face, sneering.
"Bet you’ve let half the guys in this school bend you over already," college bully! thanos hisses, fingers digging into the plush of your hips, feeling how fucking soft you are. It makes his stomach churn. "How many professors did you have to suck off to get those perfect grades, sweetheart?"
You suck in a sharp breath, your hands shaking as you look up at him.
college bully! thanos is so mean. You work hard for your grades, and that’s the truth! You wouldn’t want people thinking otherwise. Thinking that you’d debase yourself to selling your body for an A that you didn’t deserve. "You know I don’t do that, Su-Bong," You say weakly, your voice wavering. You don’t want to cry.
college bully! thanos slides a hand lower, gripping a handful of your ass through your little skirt, squeezing like it belongs to him. You let out a soft gasp, trying to twist out of his grip, but his other hand is already fisting in your hair, forcing your head back to look up at him.
college bully! thanos can’t stop. Not when you smell this good. Not when you feel this nice against him. Not when your body is practically molded against his front, and his cock is already swelling up and getting stiff just from the way you’re shaking under his hands.
"You can cut the innocent act," he breathes, his grip tightening on your hair just enough to sting. "You know exactly what you are. And so does every guy on this campus. So I might as well get the same treatment, right princess? It’s only fair,"
And with that, he lowers you down to your knees and makes you suck his cock for your whole study period in the dingy boys washroom when anyone could walk in and hear the gluk gluk gluk sounds of your mouth being fucked by your own bully.
Not to mention, college bully! thanos records you. Naturally.
college bully! thanos makes you give him your number and sends you the video of you choking on his fat cock and threatens to send it to the school administration if you keep ignoring him and pretending like you're too good for him. You hastily respond, begging, for him not to share it and that it'll destroy you. He wasn't going to share it, obviously, because it's intimate and special to him and he wants it all to himself, but your begging does something to him that he likes a whole lot.
college bully! thanos always spent whatever free time he has milking his cock and fucking his fist to your social media and tagged photos, and now that he has something over you, he can get even better material with no hassle. He makes you have phone sex with him, makes you send him voice notes of you calling him daddy and begging him to fill you up with his cream, and makes you send him nudes.
Then, because college bully! thanos considers himself a gentleman, he rewards you by sending flowers to your dorm, as well as candy and chocolate, stuffed animals, and pretty underwear with a note in the box asking you to send pictures of you in them.
When college bully! thanos sees you in person though, he's on you instantly like a rabid dog, kissing you so hard and so deep that you have to take several seconds to catch your breath when it's over. He makes lewd comments about the stuff you send him and makes you thank him for not sharing it.
"What do you say, beautiful?"
You flush warmly, looking away, but he shakes his head and grabs your neck in his hand, turning your head to face him. "Look at me when you say it. Or else."
You swallow thickly and look right in his eyes. "T-thank you daddy..."
college bully! thanos is gross. He eventually brings you up to his dorm and just lays down with his face between your legs so he can smell your pretty little pussy and do inspections on you.
Your face is flushed and you hide yourself in your arms as he noses at your pussy. "N-ngh... d-daddy... d-do we have to do this?"
He scowls and slides a thick finger inside you, pumping it in and out slowly and watching how your tight pussy sucks his digit in and out like a vice, all while he inhales the scent of your arousal. "Obviously, dummy. Gotta make sure my baby hasn't been around with anyone else. Everyone wants to fuck my girl and I'm not letting them."
college bully! thanos says he's just making sure that your puffy little hole is undefiled and fresh, but then his pussy inspections always end up in him slurping on your cunt like a man starved. He makes you cum on his face at least twice a day.
college bully! thanos doesn't tell you that he always nuts in his boxers when he's eating you out because you taste heavenly. He can never calm down and still his hips when he's tasting you. He has to hump the mattress like a puppy.
college bully! thanos wasn't planning to fuck you. He wanted to, badly, but he knew that if he went all the way, he'd get so fucking attached and wouldn't ever want to leave you. He already knew he was starting to like you way too much.
college bully! thanos would wake up to you, since he made you sleep in his dorm every night and fall asleep to kissing you and holding you, be with you all day, groping, touching, sucking on your tongue, and your tits, and your pussy, and fall asleep to you with you on his chest.
He'd never tell you he liked you, but it seemed like you were starting to too. You weren't resistant anymore. You'd ask to hold hands when he was sucking on your clit. You gave him kisses and helped him with his school work.
God, you did dangerous things to college bully! thanos, and he didn't like it.
But then, one day, college bully! thanos saw some stupid fucking idiot hugging up on you and you were giggling and letting him hold your ass like some stupid little whore. How could you be so clueless? You were his! How did you not realize this guy wanted the same from you? You couldn't belong to two people. Thanos knew his guy was trying to make a move on you and he was going to make sure he'd regret it.
college bully! thanos got the boy's name from you, and while you were sleeping that night, he opened your phone and texted him. From your messages, it seemed like you two were old friends. Maybe from high school. Maybe family friends. He didn't care. No one but him could touch you. No one but him could look at you.
college bully! thanos texted the boy that you needed help and to come to your dorm immediately, and in the meantime, he gently turned you onto your back, stroking your soft, shiny hair with one hand and gently groping your tits with his other hand. His cock twitched at the little sleepy mewls that left your mouth, and he shushes you softly and begins to pull down your panties. He forbade you from wearing pants when you were sleeping beside him.
college bully! thanos pries your legs apart and removes your shirt. His mouth waters as your full, perky boobs are on display for him, and the way your nipples harden at the feeling of the cool air hitting them. He licks a broad stripe over one of them, sucking one into his mouth and releasing it with a wet pop, before slobbering on both of them at once.
In the meantime, college bully! thanos sticks his fingers, two at a time, in your sopping little pussy, stretching you and getting you nice and wet for his cock. He guides your little hands to his fat fucking cock, half hard already, and makes you jerk him off so he can put his cock in you as soon as possible.
By the time your idiot cuck friend gets to your dorm, which he left unlocked, he finds you bent over, facing the door. drool, snot, and tears coat your face as he pulls your hair back so you can look at him. Your friend freezes, making eye contact with you as Thanos stretches you out with each thrust, pounding into you hard.
college bully! thanos has one thumb in your butt, watching you clench down on him as you babble incoherently. His heavy balls slap against your dripping pussy with each thrust, fucking you into a dumb little mess in front of the same boy you used to play with in primary school.
Your body jolts with each thrust, ass bouncing back against his cock as your pussy sucks him in greedily. You're hardly coherent, drool dripping down your chin while your friend watches in disbelief, a hand discreetly rubbing at the growing bulge in his jeans.
"Su!" You cry out, moaning loudly. You've never been fucked like this before. Not with a cock so fat, not by a guy who acted like he hated your guts and wanted you all to himself at the same time. He tugs your hair back a little tighter. "That's right, princess, tell your little friend who's pussy this is."
"Ngh…" Your tongue lolls out of your mouth. Thanos' cock plunges so deep inside you that you can swear you can feel him in your womb. Your legs shake as you struggle to accommodate his size. "Daddy's pussy, just daddy's!"
He can feel you tightening around him, your pussy fluttering and clenching desperately as the his cock fills you. His thumb presses roughly against your puckered hole, applying pressure. Your friend finally catches his bearings enough to stumble out of the room with flushed cheeks and a stiff cock.
college bully! thanos tells you to be his girlfriend right after he fills you to the hilt with his cum.
Summary: Who should be your rebound after your shitty boyfriend, Namgyu, cheats on you? His best friend, of course!
Warnings: SMUT 18+, Namgyu cheats on you, grinding, blowjob, lots of praise, mating press, no protection, creampie, partying/alcohol, drug mention
A/n: ~ 4k words & super smutty, enjoy ♡
Fuck him. Fuck that lying, cheating, sleazy, junkie motherfucker.
Tears were still spilling down your reddened cheeks as you speed walked away from the apartment.
The more distance the better, you didn’t want to see Namgyu’s face for the rest of your life.
Hell, you didn’t even have time to grab your things. Toothbrush and clothes be damned, he could keep all of it.
You couldn’t even think about going back when the mental image of him and that whore kept popping up in your mind again and again.
You felt sick to your stomach.
Your brain kept torturing you with the brief moment you pushed open the door, wanting to find the source of the strange noises emanating from yours and Namgyu’s shared room.
You could almost hear the excuses he was coming up with when he looked up from the girl and saw your face in the doorway.
The worst part?
There wasn’t a fucking flicker of emotion on his face. Nothing.
He looked at you like he was seeing through you. You would’ve preferred anything to nothing. That was the problem with Namgyu — he was a numb, blunt, uncaring, fucker of a boyfriend.
When he was using substances it was even worse.
You weren’t a user yourself, but right now in this moment you never found drugs so appealing. You needed to numb yourself, lose yourself in some noise, anything.
All your fucks were thrown out the window.
Why were you treated like such trash after being such a sweet and attentive girlfriend? It was beyond you.
You were fucking exhausted and emotionally drained from almost 2 years of being a good girlfriend to such an unloving, heartless dickhead.
~~~
When you arrived at the tall, grand doorstep of the mansion you were sure you still looked a little disheveled. It was hard to hide the hours of crying from earlier, even after your best friend’s pep talk and makeover.
Sitting on her bed and sobbing about your shitty now-ex boyfriend turned into an anger-filled rant, which then evolved into a determined, vengeful plan you both came up with.
The plan? It was to look hot as fuck and attend a party to get shit-faced, of course.
No one could instill that confidence in you except your best friend, you owed it all to her that you were all done-up and entering a loud thumping party in a short, tight, dress. She even came along too, insisting on checking on you to make sure you were okay throughout the night.
The mansion was familiar to you, your friend group often partied or crashed here because it belonged to your friend, Subong. Well, at first you only knew him as “Namgyu’s friend” or Thanos.
You met him through Namgyu and quickly became good friends, Subong’s carefree and flirtatious attitude made it easy to open up and grow close with him.
Maybe that’s why Namgyu always hated when you were around him — angry that Subong’s jokes made you laugh and that you smiled more around the purple-haired rapper than him.
One thing was for sure, Subong knew how to throw a party. The music was much louder inside, the bass vibrating through your body and neon purple and blue lights flashing in a sensory overload.
People were everywhere, leaning over the stairway rail, lounging on the couch and smoking, puking in the kitchen.
There were a lot of moving bodies and alcohol.
It’s exactly what you needed.
You drank the first thing that was shoved in your hand as someone from your circle of friends greeted you and your bestie. Your eyes flickered around the crowd, looking for a familiar head of messy purple hair. You didn’t see it.
As the buzz of alcohol slowly kicked in, you found yourself in the middle of the bustling floor.
Namgyu forgotten, the first half of the night forgotten, the world forgotten as you swayed your hips side-to-side with the music and sighed.
You downed several more swigs of the mystery concoction from the punch bowl and felt the bass-y rhythmic music in your body. Your arms traced your own hips and sides, up and up as you closed your eyes and danced with your arms over your head.
You felt good, even better when a stranger’s pair of hands met your waist from behind, his grip firm. You continued dancing, rolling your hips sensually as his hands followed your movements.
God, you hoped the guy was at least hot.
Warm lips met your ear, hot breath hitting it as a low baritone voice sent vibrations against your back.
“Senorita.”
The smirk on your glossy lips was immediate. You bit your lip as your smile got really wide.
You knew the guy was, indeed, really hot.
“Subong.” You sighed breathily, stealing a small teasing glance at the tall man behind you.
His smirk mirrored yours, his eyes trained on your teeth tugging your bottom lip. You two swayed lazily to the music on the main floor of his house.
“What’s a mamacita like you doing, dancing all alone?” He drawled deeply, the last half in English.
His eyes were curious, a brow raising questioningly at the absence of your boyfriend.
The speed at which your smile fell was almost comical. Almost. Ah, way to sour the mood…
He could immediately tell something was up, the way your eyes darted away and narrowed at nothing in particular.
If it weren’t for the alcohol you’d probably have a little more of a filter, but not tonight.
“That asshole is currently spending the night with another mamacita.”
You scoffed, your drunken words coming out more forceful than you’d meant to.
Subong was quiet for a moment and you could feel his body become still behind yours, but his hands remained on your hips loosely. He returned to your ear after a moment, you couldn’t see the look on his face.
“What a shame.” His deep voice had a bit of an edge to it. God, the proximity was making you hot all over. You wished those damned ringed hands would move along your sides instead of staying in place.
You looked over your shoulder at him, the eye contact making you even more breathless.
Subong and Namgyu had always been close, he must be feeling pretty disappointed in his bro right now.
Then how come he looked kind of…pleased?
He pulled you back right against him by your hips, your back colliding with his solid chest making a puff of air leave your throat in a moany gasp.
Then his hands moved, fucking finally.
One slipped down to the edge of your dress, teasing the soft skin of your inner thigh with his thumb. His hips gyrated into your plush ass, sending your tingly mind spiraling.
You reached your arms up and around the back of his neck, pulling him in closer to you.
The two of you grinded shamelessly in the middle of the dance floor.
It’s not like anyone would notice or remember in the morning, and it was his house anyway. If they had a problem he’d kick them to the curb.
You keened and arched into him, needing him closer. His cologne always smelled so good, and he was wearing your favorite shirt of his, that neon green one that you always wanted to borrow.
Namgyu would never allow you in a million years, of course.
The cool metal of his cross necklace dug into your back, you’re sure it was branded into your skin at this point with how close you were.
Your hands on the back of his neck slid upward into his short hair, fingers gripping onto the strands needily.
“Oh my god, Subong. Please…” Shamelessly begging wasn’t usually your first resort, but god did you need him.
In fact, you’ve been needing him MUCH longer than you’d like to admit. You’ll deal with those months of suppressed feelings later though.
Right now he could take you in the middle of the floor and you wouldn’t care.
“Hm? Please what?” You could feel his lips curled up smugly against the back of your neck. Nooo, you didn’t want to be teased right now!
“God…Make me forget.” You whined. His breath hit your ear hotly as he grinded against your ass again.
“Make me forget, please. Need it…need it s’bad.” Your whiny words were slurred with the effects of the alcohol and your overwhelming desire for him.
You really wanted to see what was under those baggy jean shorts, the sheer size of him against your back was making your mouth water.
“Yeah? You need it?” His voice was rough and mocking, he was quickly losing his self-restraint.
It only made your back arch more. You were getting really frustrated.
“Fuck me, Subong.”
Well, you didn’t have to ask him again.
In a blur, people’s faces were suddenly moving around you — you were being pulled by your wrist through the crowd. You pouted briefly at the loss of his hot body against your back.
Up the two of you went, climbing the grand staircase to the second floor overlooking the party below.
A few people were up there making conversation with drinks in hand, you passed by them and they called out to Subong, or “Thanos” as they said, in greeting.
Subong pushed past them without sparing them a glance, on a mission down the hall. Your legs were wobbly walking on the carpet in your pink heels.
You knew where you were headed, you’d spent countless hours hanging out at Subong’s place with Namgyu and your friends.
He hastily pushed open the door to his bedroom, pulling you inside with him. You were behind him, confused for a moment when he barked a short “Get the fuck out.”
A group of three or four people scurried out past you, mumbling apologies and marveling at the sight of him as they left his room.
Ah, you realized they were sneaking a free tour of all of his music equipment and shiny award plaques lining the walls.
He was quick to slam the door shut after them and lock it, immediately trapping your body against it with his large frame. He wasted no time in smashing his lips into yours in a heated kiss and feeling up your body in a frenzy.
God how you’ve been wanting this.
His lips felt fantastic against yours, you kissed back with vigor and opened your mouth eagerly when his tongue teased your bottom lip.
Your hands moved up his lean body feeling him up shakily as his tongue massaged yours in sloppy circles.
Fuck, you knew he’d be a good kisser.
He gingerly sucked on your tongue as the two of you parted for a breath, making you moan loudly.
His mouth latched under your jaw, making your head tip back and hit the door with a thud as you closed your eyes. You gasped as he licked and sucked his way to your neck, biting the tender skin there and making you whine.
His hands were busy as well, fumbling with the hem of your dress at your hips and squeezing the fat there in his big hands.
It’s like he couldn’t get enough of you, not knowing where or what to touch first now that he’s finally been given the chance. You mewled out his name once, then twice, to get his attention.
His tongue lathed over the hot skin under your ear as he stilled his movements. You took a shaky breath to ground yourself as you fumble your fingers along the zipper to your dress, tugging it down hastily.
Subong slowly retreated from your neck to watch you push your tight dress down your body, landing in a pool of fabric at your feet.
“Oh shiiit.” He made no effort to hide his ogling at your tits.
You were so glad you decided to go braless under your dress. You bit your lip in a coy smile, looking up at him through your lashes.
He stepped forward and his hands were instantly all over your breasts, squeezing them in his palms as he pressed sloppy open-mouthed kisses to the top of them.
“Mmm, always knew ya had the best pair of tits.” He mumbled into your cleavage, making your face break out in a smile. You knew Subong was a tits guy the second you caught him staring at your boobs at a pool party. You had playfully made a disapproving face at him from across the pool then.
He responded with a shrug and a smirk at you, like he couldn’t help but stare when you were in your bikini, laying there like that. Namgyu would’ve thrown a tantrum if he caught how blatantly Subong had checked you out.
You moaned out, placing a hand on his soft hair to grab his attention. Ah, he didn’t gel it today, you noticed. He looked up at you from your boobs, his tongue still out teasingly.
“Subong, hang on…” You were already panting just from him playing with your tits.
He stood up slowly, hating to part with your breasts but wanting to know what’s got you all whiny. The look you were giving him was making his cock jump in his jeans. He eyed you darkly as you slowly sunk to your knees in front of him, groaning out loudly at the sight of you like that in front of him.
“Fuuuck. The view I only see in my dreams, baby.”
His voice was strained with arousal. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, your hands moving forward teasingly slow to press over the obvious tent in his jeans.
He groaned low in his throat, his eyes never leaving you for a second as you pop the button and pull his zipper down.
You reach into the warmth of his black boxers to pull out his cock.
The sight of him springing out and slapping his stomach has your cunt clenching around nothing.
Your mouth opens instinctually, eyeing the sheer size and the veins going up and — wait is that a tattoo? It stretches up, a thick solid line along the length of his cock and up his chest. You gawk at the shiny silver ball at his thick tip and the metal ladder piercing adorning his shaft.
Heat fucking radiated off the pulsing monster in your hand, you could feel it on your face inches away.
Oh shit. You visibly tremble a little. This is new. Could you even handle something like this?
Subong must’ve found your expression funny because he chuckled above you, his abs clenching as the low rumble reverberated through his chest.
You stole a glance upward at his face, looking at him with sultry doe eyes. You were up for a challenge tonight.
When your tongue came in contact with the velvety underside of his dick he groaned, making you grind your panty-covered pussy into his carpet at the hot sound.
You licked your way up to his tip, the cold metal ball creating a unique contrast on your tongue as you swirled it around. You wasted no time in sinking him past your plush lips into your warm mouth, eager to finally have a taste.
He tasted salty and musky — it was your turn to moan now.
Ringed fingers tapped your cheek before he was even halfway in. You opened your eyes to maintain eye contact with him while you took him further in your mouth.
“That’s it…” His lopsided smirk and soft praise made your pussy throb.
You sunk down the rest of the way, swallowing around him with your tongue massaging the underside of his cock.
Subong’s room was filled with wet gawking noises and his drunk rambling praises. “Gyeaaahh, fuck. ‘Dunno what I did in the past life to deserve head this good.”
Who knew the man could get even more talkative. He couldn’t shut up about the heavenly feeling of your tight throat.
“Bro was keeping this warm mouth all to ‘imself this whole time…”
You moaned at the mention of your ex-boyfriend. Your mouth was never this full with Namgyu.
You looked at him and hungrily pushed your mouth all the way down on him to the base of his abs, your nose tickling the hairs there.
You gagged, his piercings touching the back of your throat triggering your gag reflex.
Both of your eyes nearly rolled back at the sensation.
You pulled off of his cock with a gasp and he groaned, an obscene amount of drool spilling out of your mouth and running down his shaft. Tears were pooled at the corners of your eyes as you looked up at him longingly, like a begging puppy.
“Lemme fuck that outta ya, pretty.”
His voice was dark with the promise of fucking you so good you’d forget everything that made you sad. It’s exactly what you needed and he knew just how to give it to you.
He held his hand out to you which you took, rising from the floor with trembling legs and soaked panties. He licked the shell of your ear.
“Let big bad Thanos make you forget everything…”
When he pulled back his smirk was downright wicked and you couldn’t help but bite your lip in a smile.
How could he be so goofy and hot at the same time?
He backed you up into his bed, manhandling your soft hips into his big hands and tossing you back onto it.
You yelped in surprise at the rough action as he pounced on top of you.
Subong wasted no time in gripping both of your legs and pushing them back until your knees connected with your chest. He growled while taking in the sight of your soaked panties.
He could smell how wet you were.
“Ya gonna lemme fuck ya nice n’ good?”
You nodded frantically.
He pulled his shirt off his back and threw it onto his floor. His silver cross dangled over your face as he lined himself up with your sopping cunt.
His thumb pulled the crotch of your panties aside.
When you felt the red hot tip of his cock press right against your hole you moaned out. The ice cold feel of his piercings against your folds heightened everything.
He placed his fists next to your head while keeping your legs up, needing a view of your face as he forced his dick past your tight entrance. It was a struggle, your eyes screwed shut at the sting of him stretching you open.
God, your cunt was weeping around him, you’d never taken anything this big before.
And then, in a sharp thrust he bottomed out the rest of the way inside you, balls deep. You cried out, mewling at the utterly full feeling as he doubled over and controlled his breathing in the crook of your neck.
“Shiiiiit…” He bit into your neck, grounding himself as he started to rock his hips.
He pulled back and hovered over you with his jaw slack, looking down between your bodies where you were sucking him in.
His thrusts grew in speed, eyes flicking to your face to see your eyebrows knit together in desperation.
“Yeahh that’s it…feel good to finally be properly fucked?” The force of his thrusts increased as he got worked up, his silver chain swaying between your hot bodies.
Your cunt clenched around him — the filthy way he was talking to you, the way he was reaching parts of you that you didn’t even know existed, the way he looked at you as if you were the sexiest woman alive — it was too much.
His hands went back to gripping the backs of your thighs, pressing you even deeper.
The stretch had you clenching around him and moaning out even louder.
He basically had you in a mating press, jackhammering his cock into you and abusing your poor pussy as he gained more leverage in this position.
You could only lay there and moan and take it. It felt so fucking good you started to cry.
“Yeahhh, that feel real good baby? Ya like that?” Subong’s questions were not getting answers, not that he expected anything remotely coherent with how fucked out you looked right now.
Your eyebrows pinched together in desperation, your wet lips parted in an “O” as your tongue slightly lolled out.
Could you even hear him right now? He wondered.
He chuckled breathlessly and bit his lip as he kept up his rough thrusts.
“Shoulda fucked ya years ago, yeah. Coulda saved ya from cryin’ all those pretty tears. He didn’t deserve a heavenly cunt like this, gah’damn…”
You whined pathetically in response. “Yes yes yes yes!” The only thought in your little brain at this moment was Subong and his big cock.
You didn’t even know what you were so eagerly agreeing with.
He gaped down at you as he continued his rough assault down into your cunt. You were sucking him in so much that he struggled to pull out each time.
What a perfect little thing you were.
Your world spun around for a moment, and you blinked open your wet eyes.
It took you a second to register that he had pulled out and flipped you over onto your stomach, the force making you bounce slightly on his bed. He yanked your ruined panties down your thighs, shoving them in his short’s pocket without your knowledge.
Then he hoisted your ass up roughly, his painted nails leaving deep marks in your hips.
As he forced you to be level with his cock you whined.
He sunk back into the drenched grip of your hole, pulling you back onto him by the fat of your ass. He threw his head back as you met his hips, jiggling at the contact.
You lurched forward, the feeling of his piercings dragging against your walls nearly sending you over the edge right there.
“Gyeahhh…Shit, bro s’crazy for giving up pussy this good.”
He drew his hips back slowly, his cock sliding out of your gummy cunt that tried to keep him inside.
His dick emerged slick with your juices, he leaned right over and spat onto your ass crack, the warm spit drooling down and spreading over your pussy lips as you moaned and pushed back on him at the sensation.
“Namsu must have a small dick, cuz this cunt is tight.”
On his last word he thrusted roughly as deep as he could, staying there and grinding his bulbous tip into your g-spot.
He couldn’t help but run his mouth when your cunt felt this good! The words just kept coming out with no filter, it was bringing you dangerously close to cumming. He could feel it.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart, y’gonna cum? Squeezin’ on me so good.”
In the span of a second his thrusts sped up to an ungodly pace, his hips smacking into you with a lewd “plap” sound over and over.
Your scream was pornographic, long forgetting that there were other people in the house. Subong only grinned at that as he continued to fuck you ruthlessly, he was eating it up.
He was never one to care about an audience.
He groaned out as he felt himself getting close as well.
His hand landed on your ass in a hefty smack, the sting finally throwing you over the edge as you clenched around him in quick fluttering pulses.
He thought you blacked out for a second from how eerily silent you became as you orgasmed hard around his dick.
Your mouth was wide open as you writhed against his pillows, gripping onto anything you could reach for support.
The tightness was killing him, he could barely push into you from the way you were strangling his cock.
It took one, two, three more sloppy thrusts until he stilled as deep as he could and came with a loud groan.
You thought it couldn’t possibly get better, until you felt his hot cum filling you to the brim.
His sweaty chest met your back, and he rolled his hips lazily to push his remaining cum in deeper as the spurts slowly came to a halt.
~~~
Namgyu’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. He rolled over lazily with a sigh to pick it up and stared at the screen. His brows furrowed almost immediately and his heart lurched in his chest — a text from you. He sat up quickly in bed.
He unlocked his phone and froze at the image in the chat. He had to make sure he was seeing this right.
A picture of your ass spread wide open filled his entire screen. It looked like it was taken in a dark room with the flash on.
Then he noticed the tattooed hands with colorful painted nails parting your weeping puffy cunt. White cum seeped out of your hole and onto the sheets.
Namgyu just stared downward at the photo with a death grip on his phone.
A second later a text bubble appeared right underneath it. He could immediately tell it wasn’t you behind the keyboard.
1:17am
ya fumbled this fine piece of ass, bro. don’t worry though i’ll remind u what ur missing out on lmao
I imagine you two to have a friends with benefits situation. Subong doesn’t like commitment and the sexual tension between you guys is too intense to ignore.
His motto is “tits or ass? why not both?”
Would love to get you to smoke weed with him, especially the lazy messy makeout sessions that ensue during it
Has tons of experience. Don’t worry, that translates to veryyy good things for you in the bedroom, he’s so goddamn good at eating pussy.
Loves your legs over his shoulders, pressing your legs to your chest, mating press, anything that evolves him feeling up your soft legs/thighs and bending your body in half.
Doesn’t take off his cross while he fucks you. It dangles between you two as he’s above you, resting coldly on your boobs when he leans down to connect your mouths in a sloppy kiss.
Can be mean in the bedroom, but mostly very cocky and just loves to see you embarrassed and flustered. Loves the huge ego boost he gets when you cover your face in embarrassment or you can’t help the cute pathetic noises leaving your lips. You’re so cute! He’s not below making fun of you until you pout with your plump bottom lip out, and he loves to tease.
Loves when you whine his name out, “Subong…” and give him your pleading puppy eyes. He’ll grin widely and pinch your cheek, sometimes giving you what you want. Most of the time makes you beg for it while you try to hide your blushing face.
“Beg Thanos if you want it so bad.”
Will refer to himself in the third person cuz he’s silly and cocky like that
I imagine him living the high life in a mansion before he lost all his money to crypto. It’s big, modern, lots of marble and granite. Throws tons of parties where everyone gets shit-faced. Loves loves loves you being there so he can sling his arm around you the entire party. If you’re a party girl you’ll be living the dream everyday of your life. If not, well, you better get used to it, the drug scene and all.
That being said about his house, his room is a stark contrast to the rest of his place. Dim lights, neon signs along the walls spelling out his name in Korean and english, dark red walls and black accents. Various music equipment lying around, a futon (his favorite place to get blowjobs from you), a few weights, and his king-size black bed which is never made. Smoke almost always clouds the room creating a dream-like atmosphere. It always smells like weed or sweat in there and his floor is covered in clothes (some of them being yours that you forgot about).
LOVES LOVES LOVES IT when you wear one of his shirts and just panties. It’s so oversized on you and hangs off one shoulder. He thinks you look so sexy like that. Your favorite shirt to borrow is his neon green one, it smells so good, so Subong.
Pretty fit but not overly muscular. He’s got great pecs and loves to walk around shirtless ‘cause he knows you’re so weak for it (and just because).
So often you’ll show up at his place and he’ll be lazily walking around without a shirt on and a baggy pair of shorts slung low on his hips, far enough to see the brand of boxers he’s wearing. His cross laying on his bare chest between his pecs. Makes your legs wobbly.
He’s constantly got scratch and claw marks down his back from you. And lovesss to show it off.
Loves to pay for you to get your nails done (so you can scratch him with em), honestly loves to pay for your everything and I can see him using money recklessly to show off. Will never let you buy anything when you’re with him.
Will be trying to get you to use. If you don’t already, he’ll see it as a conquest to corrupt you. He knows it’s bad and doesn’t really care, he’d love to bring you down to his level if it meant you two could feel good together. Will definitely be manipulating you into taking a pill from his cross.
“C’mon baby, it’ll make y’feel so good. Ya trust me right?”
Gives you substances through sexual methods only. Popping a pill in his mouth and kissing you, pushing it through your lips with his tongue. Putting a pill on his tongue and sticking it out for you to lick off. Blowing smoke & vapor into your mouth.
Has a thing for your mouth and lips. The view of your lips stretched around the base of his cock is his favorite thing in the world. When you leave lipstick stains on his pelvis he doesn’t want to wash it off afterwards.
This man has a tattooed and pierced dick — he has no shame and a high pain tolerance. He has a dark solid line running down his shaft (like the one on his neck), a ladder piercing and a stud at the tip (like a Prince Albert piercing). You couldn’t lie, it intimidated you when you first saw it, your eyes going really wide when it sprung out of his boxers. He laughed above you at your reaction, a lopsided smirk forming on his face. How was that gonna feel inside of you…? “M’gonna make you feel so good baby.” Turns out he was right, it felt fucking fantastic.
Nicknames he has for you include baby, babe, senorita, flower, mamacita when he’s feeling playful. In bed it’s my slut, whore, Thanos’s whore, plaything. “My bitch” when he’s drunk or on strong substances.
Wants you to get a tattoo of his name so fucking bad. Has brought up the idea in passing a few times, seeming not super interested. But in reality he’d find it so fucking hot, especially if it was on a hidden part of your body like your ass cheek, the word “Thanos’ bitch” surrounded by a heart inked into your plush flesh.
Would spank the shit out of that tattoo on you.
Loves to spank you in general, needs to see that ass jiggle when it’s bouncing against his bare hips.
100% records you during sex and loves taking photos of you (whether you realize it or not during the moment). Has an entire photo album dedicated to it <3
I need to see more of him before the games, that 2 second clip was not enough smh.
