NIKKE MIHARA by Subong [Twitter/X]
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being exes w su bong but still being so close and everybody knows you’re still fucking
public secret
↳α/n: hello 911, i'm on fire. i haven't written smut in so long but since i'm soooooooooooooooo touch deprived you goonettes are the only ones benefiting lol
when texting: reader is pink, subong is purple.
↳summary: you break up with your boyfriend over α dissimilarity in your everyday life, little did you know you two couldn't stay away from each other, and worse of it all? it was impossible to hide.
you and subong had broken up a few months ago because it just didn’t work out between you two. he performed at night and would get home pretty late while your schedule was the complete opposite; your day started early in the morning like every other person in the world.
you had started to barely see each other, and that created a tension because there was no time for sex anymore. subong would wake up with you in the morning despite having only slept for two hours just so you could fuck, which always resulted in you being late. he knew you weren’t the type for quickies; he wanted you to feel every inch of his dick and take your time to build your orgasm so you could cum so hard.
waiting for him at night? no way in hell. you used to do that back in the day, but it was just way too tiring; he’d always find you asleep on the couch. sex was the main pillar in your relationship, and seeing it crumble meant the connection wasn't going to last any longer.
“i can’t be late every day just because you want to fuck in the morning,” you finally snapped at him one day.
“okay, then when do you want to do this, huh? we barely see each other despite me sleeping over almost every day,” he said, making a point that made you pause for a second.
“i don’t know, subong. you’re acting like you’re gonna die if we don’t do it every fucking day!” you said.
“just say this isn’t going to work and move on,” he replied, getting up and grabbing his shirt and pants.
“what? you’re putting words in my mouth right now,” you protested.
this time, he didn’t answer. he just dressed and left your place, slamming the door a little harder than usual. but in your head, it was loud. very loud, because you knew it was his way of breaking up with you. you loved him, but you worked way too hard for this life and you weren’t going to throw it all away over a man. right?
you gave it 48 hours before he texted you, apologizing for his childish behavior.
hey
i’m sorry girl
i was really immature
are you saying that after rubbing one out?
???
i’m being deadass
look subong i love you and i’m sure you love me too but i just can’t stay with someone who acts like they’re gonna die if they don’t have sex for a few days
no baby i swear it’s not that
i had a bad day and took it all out on you
i’m sorryyyyy
and that’s how your relationship ended. everyone refused to believe it, especially semi.
“excuse me? you two broke up?” she said, setting her drink on the table as if she’d found something far more interesting.
“yeah,” you replied, shrugging.
“unbelievable,” she laughed. “he was obsessed with you. he’s probably crying to his mom or something right now.”
“no, he’s probably fucking other girls,” you corrected her.
but you were wrong—so wrong. you had that man jerking off like he was eighteen all over again. and he’d do it to the thought of you, always. he’d even use the old videos you guys had filmed that you had completely forgotten about.
alone in his room, the blue light of his phone illuminated the desperation on his face as he watched a video of you from months ago. he lay back with one hand behind his head and the other gripped tightly around himself, moving in a slow, punishing rhythm that matched the pace of your recorded moans. the sound of your voice through the speakers made his breath hitch, his chest heaving as he closed his eyes to imagine you were actually there, on top of him. he let out a low, guttural groan, his hips twitching upward as he chased the ghost of a feeling only you could give him, whispering your name into the empty air of his bedroom until he finally came, shaking and completely alone.
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the first time it happened, he only texted saying he’d stop by to pick up some of the things he’d left over. he said it so naturally. and when you opened the door for him, not a single ounce of sadness was on his face. you squinted your eyes to take a closer look, only to realize that… he was high.
you leaned against the wall, crossing your arms as you watched him wander through your place, looking for his stuff with a slow, relaxed confidence that set your teeth on edge.
“you’re seriously high right now?” you asked, your voice flat.
subong paused, a lazy, lopsided grin spreading across his face as he looked at you. “just a little. helped me get the courage to actually come over here and see you.”
“you’re just here for your clothes, subong. don't make it a thing,” you snapped, though the way he was looking at you—heavy-lidded and focused—was making your heart race.
“is that all i’m here for?” he stepped closer, abandoning the search for his hoodie. he stopped just inches away, the faint, sweet scent of smoke clinging to him. “because you’re staring at me like you want to bite me.”
“i’m staring because you’re acting like a loser,” you lied, your breath hitching as he leaned down, his face hovering right next to yours.
“liar,” he whispered.
he didn’t wait for an answer. he crashed his lips against yours, and the kiss was messy, desperate, and tasted like bittersweet longing. you meant to push him away, but your hands found their way into his hair instead, pulling him closer. the frustration of the last few months boiled over into a heat that felt like it was going to consume the room. he backed you into the wall, his body heavy and warm against yours, his tongue dancing with yours in a way that made your knees weak.
“i knew you didn’t mean what you said,” he mumbled against your lips, his voice thick with smug satisfaction. “i knew you couldn’t stay away.”
“shut up,” you breathed, reaching down to tug at his shirt. “just shut up and kiss me.”
he chuckled, a low vibration you felt in your chest, and redoubled his efforts. his kisses moved to your jaw, then your neck, sucking a mark right below your ear that he knew would drive you crazy. you let out a soft moan, your head hitting the wall behind you.
his hands, which had been roaming your back, began to slide down. he gripped your waist tightly before one hand traveled lower, slipping over the curve of your hip. you gasped into his mouth as he reached his destination, his palm pressing firmly against the crotch of your jeans. he started rubbing his hand over your pussy through the thick denim, finding the perfect rhythm immediately.
“still think we should’ve moved on?” he rasped, his thumb applying pressure right where you needed it most.
you couldn’t even form a coherent thought, your body arching into his touch as the friction of the jeans sent sparks through your nerves. you didn’t care about the schedule, the late nights, or the arguments—not right now. all you cared about was the way his hand felt moving against you and the look in his eyes that told you he wasn't going anywhere.
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your circle of friends was really small, so you’d always end up at the same place every weekend. namgyu had invited everyone over to celebrate his pay rise, and it was the first time you and subong had ended up in the same place publicly since the breakup. despite being on opposite sides of the room, you kept exchanging looks—brief, three-second bursts of eye contact that felt like a physical weight.
there were only six of you in the apartment, so when the two of you disappeared, the void was noticeable. where else would you be? the bathroom.
the door had barely clicked shut before he had you turned around, bending you over the cold porcelain of the sink. your panties were tugged down your legs, eventually fluttering to the floor as he entered you from behind in one deep, forceful thrust. you gripped the edge of the sink so hard your knuckles turned white, biting your lip until you tasted copper to keep from screaming. if you made a sound, the four people sitting just a few feet away in the living room would hear everything.
the only sounds in the small room were the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin and the heavy, ragged sound of his breathing. subong buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.
"you missed this," he whispered, his voice a filthy, low growl in your ear. "confess. you've been thinking about this every night señorita."
"shut up," you hissed back, tilting your head to give him better access. "you're a peace of shitt.. but you're the only one who knows exactly how to hit that spot."
he let out a dark chuckle, his hands bruising your hips as he pulled you back against him, meeting every forward thrust with a violent intensity. to bring you to the edge, he began to slam into you with everything he had, his pace frantic until he suddenly stopped. he stayed buried deep inside you, perfectly still, letting the sheer fullness of him and the internal pulsing trigger your release. you came so hard your legs turned to jelly, your body trembling so violently you had to lean your entire weight on the sink just to stay upright.
as you were coming down from the high, you felt him tense up. you were about to whisper for him not to cum inside, but the words died in your throat—it was too late. he groaned against your skin as he filled you up, the heat of him blooming deep inside you.
when he finally pulled out, a heavy amount of cum dripped onto the bathroom floor. you looked down, breathless and disheveled, as he reached for some toilet paper.
"namgyu’s gonna be furious my cum is on his floor," he joked, his voice returning to that lazy, high-inflection tone.
you turned around, your face flushed, and slapped him gently on the chest. "you're disgusting."
you both took a few minutes to fix your clothes and check your hair in the mirror. you slipped out first, followed by him a minute later. when you walked back into the living room, the music seemed to dip. everyone was exchanging knowing looks.
"please tell me you didn't just fuck in my bathroom," namgyu said, looking between the two of you with a grimace.
"ew, no," you said, reaching for your drink and acting as if your heart wasn't still hammering against your ribs. "we broke up, remember?"
subong just shrugged, leaning against the wall with that same lopsided grin. "what she said."
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club pentagon was in full swing, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the floor and up into the seats of the leather booth where the six of you sat. as the group laughed over a round of shots, subong’s hand slid down your thigh. you slapped it away, but he just smirked, putting it right back and sliding his palm higher until he was feeling the heat radiating through your dress.
poor minsu, sitting directly across from you, noticed exactly what was unfolding. he quickly looked down at his drink, pretending to be fascinated by the ice cubes to avoid the awkwardness. you bit your lip, letting out a small, muffled moan as you felt subong’s finger graze the edge of your lace panties. you stood up abruptly, excusing yourself by saying you needed to pee. subong didn't even try to be subtle; he followed you with a lingering gaze and a dark smirk.
nobody seemed to care until subong stood up a few seconds later. the four left at the table looked at each other and sighed in unison.
“he’s acting like a dog in heat,” namgyu muttered, shaking his head.
“that’s normal for someone in love, but your insufferable self wouldn’t know,” semi shot back, rolling her eyes.
“fuck would you know, bitch,” namgyu retorted.
“guys, stop,” gyeongsu intervened, though he looked just as exhausted by the drama as the rest of them.
meanwhile, subong had caught up to you in the hallway. he guided you toward the back, into an employee bathroom usually reserved for the performers. the moment the door locked, the muffled roar of the club music became a rhythmic pulse against the walls.
subong sat on the closed lid of the toilet, pulling you toward him. he watched with hungry eyes as you straddled him, slowly sinking onto his dick. you let out the loudest, sexiest moans, knowing the heavy bass outside would swallow every sound you made. subong’s head fell back, a guttural groan escaping his throat as he gripped your ass, pulling you down harder. occasionally, he’d deliver a sharp smack to your skin, making you shiver from the stinging heat of it.
reaching up, he pulled down the delicate strings of your dress, freeing your breasts. he immediately leaned forward, his mouth catching one nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue while you rode him. you weren't just moving up and down; you began to grind forward and back, a circular motion that had him losing his mind.
“your pussy is so tight,” he rasped, his voice breaking as he looked up at you. “it’s coating my dick, i can feel how wet you are for me.”
“i hate how much i want you,” you whispered back, leaning down to hiss filthy things into his ear about how good he felt inside you.
the wet, rhythmic sounds of the friction filled the small room, competing with the thumping music. subong’s grip on your hips tightened until his knuckles were white. he couldn't take the friction of your clit rubbing against him while you moved like that. with a choked-off cry, he buckled, his body jerking as he came first.
“fuck… i’m sorry,” he panted, his chest heaving. “i couldn’t hold it. your pussy is just way too good tonight.”
you looked at him, furious and breathless, your body still aching for its own release. sensing your frustration, he didn't miss a beat. he reached down, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in firm, expert circles while he kept himself buried inside you.
“look at me,” he commanded, his voice low and grounding. he talked you through it, describing exactly how you looked riding him, telling you how much he loved the way you felt.
your breath hitched, your internal muscles contracting and squeezing his slightly softening cock. you came hard, your cunt pulsing around him so forcefully that it pushed his cum back out of you. subong watched, mesmerized, as the white fluid mixed with your own juices, dripping down your thigh in the dim light of the bathroom.
he reached for a tissue, leaning down to gently clean you up with a focused, almost tender expression. once you were both decent, he pulled you into a deep, lingering kiss that tasted like a silent truce. you straightened your dress, he fixed his hair, and one by one, you headed back out to the chaos of the club.
Not sure how to this outside of the original format, so.. Doing it like this. Full art will be at a later date because this first part is also important hahah..
warnings: consensual groping , friends with benefits
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! | kinktober masterlist
thanos's private lounge has the lights flickering. it is soft and on beat as his new rap track blasts through the speakers.
it's his debut song on his next album. it has a dramatic 90s nostalgic beat and gritty lyrics that echo in your ears.
you're su-bong's closest friend, you've been before he started his rap career and the whole dyed hair thing. however, you've always had a way of showing support that's more than words.
tonight, after the small crowd of thano's friends disperses, you pull him into an intimate space, the door clicking shut behind you.
su-bong had doubts about his album, wondering if he was missing something in each of his songs. however, you know his music is good, and will take off on the charts.
"let me show you how fire your music is," you whisper against thano's ear, teasing.
thanos sinks into his plush leather couch, his eyes locking onto yours with a signature smirk. the bass thumps heavy, vibrating through your body as you straddle his lap without hesitation.
your hips sway to the rhythm, slow at first, grinding down against the growing bulge in his baggy jeans.
the fabric of your tight black skirt rides up your thighs, exposing more skin as you press your clothed core right against his hardness.
grinding your hips the dry humping starts subtle as your pussy rubs along the length of his cock through the layers of clothing, the friction building heat inside both of your bodies. when thanos leans his head back, taking a smoke of a blunt he had on the coffee table, you lean in close making your breasts brush against his chest.
seeing the smoke come out of thano's mouth after he exhales, you move your hands into his hair and lightly, you tug, pulling his head back just enough to expose his neck again.
he groans, the sound mixing with the rap's aggressive flow.
your movements pick up with the beat... faster now, circling your hips in tight loops, humping harder against him. thano's hands grip your waist, guiding you, but you control the pace with rolling your ass back and forth, feeling his dick twitch beneath you.
the chorus hits, and you grind deeper, your clit aching from the pressure against his metal jean zipper.
light pulls on his hair keep su-bong arched as your lips grazing his ear.
you murmur how the lyrics make you wet. this makes thano's groan with sweat beading on his forehead. you hump more and the dry friction teasing you both to the edge.
your thighs clench around him, bodies syncing to every drop in the track.
it's just lap dancing, no penetration, but the intensity builds like the song's chorus.
as the final verse fades, you slow, still straddling him.
thano's eyes burn with wanting more but you smile, knowing you've proven the song's authenticity.
