❦ Thanos absolutely loves creampie. The feeling of your gummy-like walls clenching around him as he fucks his cum into you? Absolutely amazing. He just loves it.
❦ You are like a drug to Thanos, especially your pretty pussy. He can’t ever get enough of you. He loves the way you squirm as his cum coats your thick gummy walls with a sea of white.
❦ He can’t help himself when he sees drops of his juices seeping out of you. It makes him hard again as he pushes every drop back into your now filled cunt.
❦ Surprisingly, Thanos doesn’t have a breeding kink. He hasn’t even thought about children really. Although, if you ever do have children, he would probably be scared of being a bad father.
❦ But all your overstimulated mind can think of while he’s pounding into you for the fourth or fifth time (you’ve lost count) that night, is the way his cock pumps it’s cum into you as he fucks you silly.
❦ Yet, Thanos could care less in the moment as he pounds into your overstimulated body beneath him. Your mind clouded with both the pleasure, pain, and soreness his dick brings you.
Game of Deception—Lee Myung-Gi/Player 333 x Fem!Reader
summary— You and Myung-gi, share a growing attraction despite the chaos around you. But when his past surfaces, including a pregnant ex-girlfriend, your trust in him is shattered.
Most of the players were asleep, but Lee Myung-gi wasn’t. You noticed him sitting up, his shoulders tense, staring off into the distance.
“Can’t sleep?” you asked softly, pulling the thin blanket around your shoulders as you sat up.
He turned to you, startled for a moment before his expression softened. “No, too much on my mind.”
“Do you want to lie down with me? It might help.” You hesitated before patting the small space beside you.
He gave you a small, shy smile and nodded. “Sure.”
As he lay beside you, the warmth of his body was comforting despite the cold reality of where you were. You felt his arm hesitantly drape over your waist, and you didn’t stop him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured after a moment, his voice barely audible over the soft snores of other players in the room.
You smiled, your heart fluttering at his words. “You think so?”
“I know so,” he replied, as his eyes roamed your face.
This wasn’t the first time Myung-gi had looked at you like that. From the moment the games began, you noticed his quiet, reserved nature, how he tried to stay out of trouble but always had a sharp eye for the dangers lurking around. It had been during one of those dangerous moments that you first stepped in for him.
Thanos and his bird brained friend had cornered him during the chaos of the first night. “What’s the matter, pretty boy? Too scared to fight back?” Thanos taunted, shoving him roughly.
Before Myung-gi could respond, you stepped forward. “Why don’t you pick on someone else asshole?” you snapped.
Thanos turned to you, laughing until he realized you weren’t backing down. “What’s it to you baby?”
“It’s that I don’t like bullies,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “You think intimidating him makes you tough? All I see is a desperate for attention piece of shit.”
For a moment, it seemed like Thanos would retaliate, but your unwavering glare and the growing attention of other players made him back off. “Whatever,” he muttered, walking away with his friend.
Myung-gi had looked at you with something akin to awe. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said quietly.
You shrugged. “I wasn’t about to let them mess with you.”
From that moment, the two of you stuck together. You shared meals, sitting side by side as the reality of the games sunk in. He always made sure you had enough to eat, even offering you a portion of his food at times.
“You don’t have to do that,” you said one night as he pushed his bowl toward you.
“It’s fine,” he replied, a small smile on his lips. “You need your strength.”
His quiet protectiveness was something you weren’t used to, but you found yourself growing more attached to him with each passing day.
A few minutes after his whispered compliment about your beauty, you leaned closer, your voice low. “Come with me to the bathroom.”
He blinked in surprise but nodded, curiosity evident in how he stared at you. The two of you slipped past the sleeping players and surprisingly indifferent guards. Once inside the bathroom, you led him into a stall and locked the door behind you.
“Myung-gi,” you breathed, leaning back against the wall, your eyes locking with his. His dark gaze flickered between your lips and your eyes, and before you could say another word, he closed the space between you, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was both soft and urgent.
His hands rested on your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. The cold stall melted away, replaced by the heat radiating between you.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured against your lips, his forehead pressing to yours.
“You think I’m not just as crazy about you?” you whispered back.
His lips curved into a small smile before he kissed you again, slower this time, as if savoring every second.
The attraction between you was impeccable, impossible to ignore despite the circumstances. His hands traced your sides, then down to your ass, and his lips pressed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered.
As the moment intensified, you pulled back slightly, catching your breath. His hands remained gentle on your waist, his gaze searching your face for any hesitation.
“You’re incredible, Myung-gi,” you said softly.
He smiled, leaning his forehead against yours. “And you’re all I think about, even in this hell hole.”
You were deeply attracted to him. You weren’t sure if you were just being codependent due to the harsh reality of the games and you needed something—someone to take your mind off it, or you just really liked him. Whatever it was, you didn’t care. All you cared about was him and possibly making it out alive. All you cared about was pleasing him, having him see you the way you saw him. So, you fell to your knees.
“Fuck, you’re so dirty,” he moaned as you pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift motion.
As you freed him, your lip caught in between your teeth. He was hard and thick, already leaking pre cum from his pink tip. With your gaze locked on his, you slowly took him into your mouth, lips and tongue gliding across the shaft. Myung-gi hissed as you took him further, your hands stroking what you couldn’t take down your throat.
“Fuck baby, just like that,” he rasped, his hand tangling in your curls.
His praises willed you on and you began bobbing your head steadily, saliva beginning to drip down your chin.
“You look so fucking good like this, on your knees for me,” he praised.
His grip tightened in your hair and you dug your nails into his thigh as he began to thrust into your mouth. Each time he did, the bulbous head would hit the back of your throat making you gag.
“I love hearing you gag on my dick,” he breathed, looking down at you, jaw agape.
Your tongue glided across the shaft as his thrusts grew more frantic and without warning, you felt something warm and salty shoot down your throat. He held your head down on his cock, your nose buried in his neatly trimmed pubic hair as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth. When he finally let go you swallowed and gasped for breath.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he said, pulling you up to your feet and placing a kiss on your lips.
While you were happy he felt that way and you were able to please him, something felt—off. But you couldn’t place your finger on it.
You felt Myung-gi’s warm breath on the nape of your neck as he whispered, “Turn around.” His voice was soft but carried a weight of authority that made your heart race but you turned to face the wall of the stall.
There was a sense of urgency in his touch as he rested his hands on your hips, pulling down your pants and your underwear, steadying you. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Trust me.” The closeness sent a shiver through you, and you let out a shaky breath, nodding.
You gasped loudly as you felt his hard cock tease your entrance, slowly slipping inside you, the stretch burning. He stared down at his cock that was covered in your cream as he pulled out of you, leaving only the tip inside. He slammed back in, your ass recoiling against him as you cried out.
“Quiet,” he whispered, his tone gentle but commanding. “You’re doing so well.” The words sent warmth rushing through you, and you felt his hand snake around to rest lightly at your throat. His other hand reached down, thumb stroking your clit in rough circles, and his lips pressed soft kisses to your shoulder.
His thrusts sped up, growing sloppier by the minute. Each time his cock disappeared inside you, it would hit your g spot making you shudder and bite back a moan. You pushed your ass back against him but it made him tighten his grip around your throat. He called the shots and you absolutely loved it.
“Cum with me,” he murmured against your skin, “squeezing my dick so fucking tight.”
He rolled his hips to meet yours and as you felt his cum spurt inside you, your own climax took ahold of you. You moaned his name like it was the only word you knew, the orgasm the best thing you had ever felt these past few days.
When the moment passed, Myung-gi’s forehead rested against your shoulder, his breathing uneven as he muttered a quiet, “Sorry, I, uh, didn’t mean to cum inside you.”
You chuckled softly, shaking your head to ease the awkwardness. “It’s fine,” you said with a smile. “Not like we need more problems right now.” He let out a quiet laugh, his hand brushing through his hair as he looked at you with an apologetic smile.
With care, he helped you straighten up and quietly cleaned you off. You both slipped out of the bathroom and returned to the dormitory in silence, careful not to draw attention.
Back in your corner of the room, you lay down on the small bed, noticing how Myung-gi didn’t pull you into his arms as he had the nights before. He stayed near, but the space between you felt heavier than it should. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, his expression unreadable as he stared at the ceiling.
“Goodnight,” you whispered softly, hoping to ease the tension.
He nodded, but his response was delayed. “Goodnight,” he finally replied, his tone distant.
You turned over, staring at the other players and willing sleep to come. You didn’t want to overthink it—there was too much at stake in the morning—but a small part of you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. Still, you pushed the thoughts aside. You needed to rest. The next game wouldn’t wait for anyone.
The nerves in the dormitory felt heavier the next morning, though you couldn’t tell if it was because of the lingering tension from the previous night or the looming threat of the next game. Myung-gi sat across the room, his head bent slightly as he talked quietly with another player, a woman you hadn’t really noticed before. She clutched her stomach occasionally, her face pale and tired.
You tried to ignore it, focusing on your own nerves, but the way they spoke, close and hushed, stirred something bitter in your chest. When their conversation ended, you approached him, your tone light but curious.
“Who was that?” you asked, nodding in the woman’s direction.
He glanced at you briefly and shrugged. “Nobody.”
Nobody. The word lingered in your mind, sour and unconvincing, but you didn’t have time to push the matter.
The game that day was brutal, each second teetering on the edge of survival. You nearly lost your life more than once, the screams of other players ringing in your ears as you clawed your way through. Myung-gi, however, didn’t stay near you like he usually did. He stuck close to the woman—Player 222 and it wasn’t subtle. Every glance he threw her way, every time he stepped in to help her, made your blood boil.
By the time you both staggered back into the dormitory alive, you were too drained to confront him. But you couldn’t let it go. After seeing him ignore you all day, you decided to approach the woman instead.
She sat quietly in a corner, her hands protectively over her stomach. Forcing a small smile, you made your way over, trying to keep your tone friendly.
“Hey,” you began softly. “You did well out there. I know it wasn’t easy.”
She glanced up, offering a weak smile. “Thanks, you too.”
You hesitated, unsure how to broach the topic. “I, uh, noticed you and Myung-gi talking earlier. Do you know him well?”
Her expression faltered. She let out a heavy sigh, her hand instinctively going to her stomach again. “We used to,” she admitted. “A long time ago.”
You frowned, a pit forming in your stomach. “Used to?”
She nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor. “We were together. I got pregnant, and he, well, he wanted me to get rid of it.” She paused. “When I didn’t, he walked away. Scammed me too. I shouldn’t even be here,” she said, shaking her head.
You stared at her, stunned into silence as her words settled over you like a heavy weight. She noticed your expression and sighed again.
“Look,” she said, “I’m not telling you what to do. Make your own decisions. But don’t trust him. He told me he wanted to get out of this together.”
Your chest tightened, your thoughts racing. You swallowed hard, offering her a weak smile. “Thank you for telling me,” you said quietly. “Take care of yourself. And your baby.”
She nodded, giving you a small, grateful smile.
You found Myung-gi sitting alone, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. You marched over, your heart pounding in anger and disbelief.
“When were you going to tell me?” you demanded.
His eyes opened slowly, confusion flashing across his face. “Tell you what?”
“That your pregnant ex-girlfriend is here,” you snapped.
He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “You talked to Jun-hee, didn’t you?”
“She told me everything,” you hissed. “How you wanted her to get rid of her baby, how you took her money. And now, what? You’re telling her you want to get out of this together? The same thing you told me?”
“Hey, calm down,” he said, his tone defensive. “It’s not like that.”
“Don’t,” you said sharply, your voice trembling. “Don’t act like I’m overreacting. You’ve been ignoring me all day, sticking by her side, and now I find out you’ve been lying to me this whole time?”
“I didn’t lie to you,” he snapped back. “And don’t fucking say I used you.”
“Didn’t you?” you shot back, your voice rising. “You knew exactly what you were doing. And now you’re trying to downplay it like it’s nothing.”
He groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, okay? Things are complicated.”
“Complicated?” You let out a bitter laugh. “You don’t even care, do you? About me, about her. You’re just looking out for yourself.”
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond. That silence was all the confirmation you needed.
“I’m done,” you said firmly, stepping back. “Don’t talk to me again.”
You turned and walked away, your chest aching as his voice called out faintly behind you. You didn’t stop. There wasn’t time for this, not here, not now. You had to focus on surviving, even if that meant doing it alone.
