CAR SEX ISN’T AS FUN AS IT SEEMS
CONTAINS — thanos x reader, namgyu x femreader
WARNINGS — noncon, drug use, choking, knife (get gross and descriptive), blood, namgyus an incel, lowercase
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“chill chill, just relax…” thanos mutters as he holds you down with just the palm of his hand pressed against your face, successfully keeping you somewhat quiet and perfectly still with the amount of pressure he was placing. the sweat dripping down your back causing you to stick to the car seat was also keeping you perfectly pliant and still. your hands hitting his chest did nothing but make him go even faster and grip your face even harder.
you sob under his palm and he just rolls his eyes as he continues his brutal pace.
“would you chill out babe? it feels great, you know it does, don’t play so hard to get!”
you bite his hand with every last bit of strength you have until you taste blood and he quickly takes his hand off of your mouth, letting out an “ow” and a “you fucking bitch”. he lifts his hand and lands a swift slap on your face, practically making your head spin around, the stinging sensation starting to spread throughout your face. you just scream at him. you don’t scream for help to people that may be around and you don’t scream just to scream, no, you just scream at him, telling him to stop. begging him to stop. he mutters a “goddamnit” before pulling out of you and reaching into his front seat to grab something. you don’t want to know what it is, and you start trying to open the door over and over. the slapping of the handle against the door and the flipping of the car lock doing nothing. you slam on the window, handprints coating it, praying someone, anyone, would hear you.
he turns back to you and pulls you down onto the seat, forcing you to lay down. he presses a hand onto your stomach. it’s such little pressure, but with the muscles he has, it was enough to keep you completely still.
“listen,”
he takes his hand off of your stomach, putting his arm in front of his face and pouring a white powdered substance onto it, using his finger to shape it into the perfect line. he then leans all the way onto you, his dick rubbing against your leg, twitching, and his body weight holding you down. he puts his arm in front of your face and stares at you dead in the eyes with those blown out pupils.
“you need to chill out, yeah? just let thanos take care of you.”
he pushes his arm up to your face, the white powder rubbing against your nose.
“do you need me to show you what to do?”
he plugs one of his nostrils with his fingers and snorts a little bit of the line of powder into his nose, throwing his head back after and rubbing his tatted hands through his purple locks. he puts his arm back up to your face and you turn away. he lets out an obnoxious childish “ughh”, before plugging one of your nostrils for you and putting his arm right up to your nose so that even if you didn’t necessarily snort it, if you had just breathed in then it would end up going up your nose. he placed his other hand over your mouth so you couldn’t resort to just breathe with your mouth. your eyes water from the burning sensation and he moves his arm away and his palm from your face. he shakes the left over powder onto your neck and snorts it there, making sure to drag it out terribly slow, his nose grazing every sensitive point there was.
“i swear i’ll tell everyone! let me out!”
he just laughs. not sarcastically either, a genuine laugh. he seriously found it funny.
“really? any girl would kill to be in your position right now. you seriously think anyone would believe you anyways?”
he wraps his hand around your neck. not squeezing just yet, but none the less, it causes the tears to slip out of your eyes and your lip to give the slightest quiver.
“hey, hey, hey! would ya’ stop bein’ so serious? the dramatics are killin’ me over here babe.”
he runs his other hand through his hair once again, ignoring your hands clawing at his arm.
“my friend is right outside the car and i promised him that if nobody bothered us, that he could get a turn with you back at my place. so can i at least cum before he opens the door? you’re reallyyyyy fuckin’ blue balling me over here.”
your eyes widen and you get even more desperate. clawing even harder and kicking your feet underneath him. you don’t know how he’s had this much patience, you would’ve thought he’d done much worse by now than slap you. and although a small amount, whatever he had you snort off of his arm was starting to fuck with your vision. his hair was a brighter shade of purple. so so, so fucking bright. it hurts your eyes so much, but everything else was so so blurry. his hair was the only thing you could see. everything blurs so much more when he finally starts putting pressure around your neck and actually begins to choke you once he finally forces himself inside of you.
“fuckkkk…that’s right baby, just keep squeezing me like that. holy shit you feel so good.”
your hits become sloppier, the scratches breaking less and less skin on his arms, your legs moving slower and slower. you hold onto his hands hoping to get them to loosen up but they just won’t. you try begging him, pleading him to just let go, but it just feels too good, he can’t. how could he stop when your neck is just such good leverage for him? but finally, he lets go and pulls out.
“fuck, señorita. keep that same energy when we go for round two.”
he pulls his pants up before climbing into the front seat, knocking onto the window as if signaling to someone. and as soon as he does, the back seat door opens and whom you can assume is his friend jumps into the car. you can’t see him though. thanos’s purple hair in the front seat still being the only thing you can make out.
“wow, you look a fucking mess.”
“me or her?”
you recognized his voice. it was namgyu. everyone who went to the club knew him. he was the biggest fucking junkie there was. nobody wanted near him, not even other junkies, and that’s saying something. well, nobody except thanos. but sometimes you don’t even think thanos wants namgyu near him. he ignores thanos’s question and pulls you onto his lap, prodding at your thighs and holding them open with his own legs, his arms hugging yours tight to your sides. the engine of the car blares and you realize that once you get on the road, it might be your only chance out of this nightmare.
he plunges his fingers straight into your core without warning, causing you to let out a hiss. thanos snaps his head back at the sound and yells at namgyu to “be gentle”.
“don’t rip her open man, i still got some more rounds in me…”
“would you just keep your eyes on the road?”
you squirm in his lap, pushing yourself against his growing erection to get away from his fingers but they only follow your every movement. you can’t look out the window to see where you are, the blurring only getting worse with every light seeping into the car. plus, the windows are obscenely foggy. even without your blurry eyes you wouldn’t be able to see. despite his frame being much smaller than thanos’s, he’s still stronger than you. nothing you do can push his fingers out and nothing you do can get him off of you.
“get off of me—”
it came out quieter than you would’ve liked, and he just scoffs at the pathetic attempt. instead of responding immediately , he just shoves another finger into you causing you to throw your head back onto his shoulder. despite obviously never touching a woman before, his sloppy circles on your clit and finger thrusts in you were slowly pushing you over the edge and you knew that the inevitable was going to happen. there’s nothing you can do physically so you just opt to scream. loud. like really loud. you had no idea if there were cars nearby or people walking, you just knew you wanted out of this damn car and that the only thing you could do was beg or scream. thanos immediately slams his hands on his ears dramatically and decides to just blast some shitty rap music to drown out your sounds. you didn’t care if you lost your voice, you were still going to keep screaming over the music. you couldn’t take this. but the moment you open your mouth again, something sharp digs into your neck. it pierces your skin tightly and you can only assume it’s a knife, which causes you to shrink into namgyu even more.
“if you move, scream, or speak one more time, i swear i’ll cut your throat right open. you got it?”
you just still, tensing every muscle in your body.
“i’ve always wanted to break a bitch like you in. you think you’re too good to get fucked?”
he rubs his thumb even harder on your clit, dragging it up and down. going from extremely fast to extremely slow dragged out rubs.
“i’m gonna squeeze orgasm after orgasm out of you up until we get to his shitty apartment.”
thanos couldn’t hear that over the music. you could hear him obnoxiously singing with the lyrics, probably getting every single one wrong. you swallow tightly.
“by the time i’m done and i pull my fingers out of you, your slutty pussys gonna be begging for something to be stuffed in there. gonna feel too empty for a whore like you i’m sure.”
he presses the knife deeper into your neck and you can feel a long stream of blood drip down your neck. you try to crane your neck away but he just presses it deeper in and you can now feel a waterfall of blood pouring down your neck, causing you to cry and beg him to stop.
“please, i’m sor—”
“didn’t i say not to move?”
he presses it ever so slightly deeper.
“didn’t i say not to speak?”
he twists it now, causing the gash to become wider before letting out a sigh and pulling it out of your neck and ripping his fingers out of your pussy, causing you to clench on nothing, shamefully so. you whine in embarrassment hoping he didn’t notice. it wasn’t intentional, it was just a natural response. but of course, he takes it how he sees it. you really think he seriously knows anything about a woman’s anatomy let alone a woman in general? no. so of course when he sees your poor empty hole clench on nothing the moment he rips his fingers out he laughs.
“guess i was right, huh? of course i was right. all you girls do is beg and beg to get fucked but then you play hard to get right when a guys all hot and bothered.”
he takes his now free hand and squeezes your cheeks between his fingers, making sure to still squeeze his arm tightly around yours, still continuing to keep you still and his legs still keeping your own spread.
“you’re over here acting like you’re too good for me. did you act like that with him?”
“n—”
he places the knife on your lips, the blood from your neck smearing and the taste of iron slipping into your mouth causing you to cringe and gag. you attempt to move away but he just holds your face tighter and clicks his tongue.
“aht—don’t move. wouldn’t wanna cut your mouth open. don’t think thanos would wanna taste the blood when he’s lapping at your mouth like a dog. it’s pathetic, honestly.”
he squeezes your cheeks tighter, waiting for you to open it fully and so you do, and the moment he does he plunges the knife straight into your mouth, the only thing sticking out being the handle.
“by the time i take it out of your mouth, it better be spotless.”
you hated both of them, but at this point you were praying that thanos would turn the damn music down and turn around. and as if your prayers were answered he turns his head around, then turns around again to make sure what he’s seeing isn’t just a hallucination and he turns down the music. not to zero because he still has to have it on, of course, but it’s quieter now.
“woah, woah man, what the fuck are you doing?”
he leans into the backseat and rips the knife out of your mouth, carelessly so, but at least he took it out. he throws it in the front seat and you can hear namgyu mumbling annoyances under his breath.
“what the fuck man? i said you could fuck her, not kill her!”
namgyu pushes you off of him in annoyance, not that there was really anywhere for you to go so it didn’t particularly help you in anyway.
“i wasn’t killing her, just scaring her. y’needa learn how to put a bitch in her place.”
you interrupt their arguing by pounding on the windows once again. you missed a few times, pounding on the car seats a few times because of the blurriness. everything was a blurry shade of gray and black besides thanos’s stupid fucking hair. speaking of hair, namgyu pulls you back by yours, keeping an iron grip on it so you can’t move to the window. in fact, you can’t move at all without it feeling like your skull is on fire. soon after, everything becomes muted as if you’re underwater. you can’t hear things properly anymore. you had never done drugs before and although you hadn’t taken that much of a line, you still took a line nonetheless. you figured everything would just stay blurry since nothing else had happened for a while but now you couldn’t hear anything. you don’t know if they were still arguing and you don’t know if they were even talking anymore.
namgyu waves his hands in front of your face, the only thing you can somewhat make out being his rings. he squeezes your thigh and you flinch. he was probably checking if you were still all there. he finally releases his grip on your hair and pulls you back onto his lap once again, his fingers finding their way back to your core, slipping right back in with ease. you really hope thanos’s apartment is nearby because if namgyu meant what he said earlier, you didn’t want to know how messy thanos’s car seats were about to look, and you definitely didn’t want to give namgyu the satisfaction of knowing he could actually manage to make a woman moan in this lifetime.