· contains: seunghyun deepthroats you under the pool. face fucking. hair pulling. infantilization kink. porn no plot.
“is this— mmf— a good idea-?“ bubbles float to the surface of the warm pool as your boyfriend, seunghyun, fucks your pretty mouth beneath it, head in the clouds as his dick flexes and unflexes, your suctioning mouth and curling tongue blinding him into a spellbound blur— muffled whines from him being heard as your puffy lips sealed him tightly and your throat hugged the tip of his cock.
you gag around the length of him, air beginning to run out of your system leaving your hands trembling as a chill prickles up your arms and across the nape of your neck, your breath hitching in your throat. you tap thrice on his thigh.
“you're being so good f’me, baby..“ seunghyun pulled your head up by your wet hair with one arm, while the other laid spread on the edge of the pool, effectively drawing out a gasp from you. he slapped your cheek a few times lightly, sweet barely-audible praises spilling from his mouth as he eyes you up & down, not caring to wipe that shit-eating grin off his face. it turned you sooo on though.
“d-daddy, i don’.. feel right,” you hiccup, your voice barely above a whisper, fractured and uneven. the world around you blurs and tilts, your vision splitting in two as dizziness takes hold— and before you knew it, seunghyun was pushing your head down into the water with a chuckle and shoving your mouth onto his dick again again.
you oblige, lips parting as you slip his dick into your cushy mouth again, tongue flattening to deepthroat him. the narrow grip of your throat is enough to make him see stars; he loosens his grip around your hair, causing you to sink further toward the base of dick until your face is quite literally flush with his thighs. you bob your head up and down setting a decent pace & seunghyun was feral; eyes rolling back into his skull and his mouth falling open. you were being so good for him and he was such a fuckin’ dick; not caring about your pleasure. (no surprise but he gets off to it)
seunghyun snaps his hips forward, fucking his cock into you, movements slowed down by the water yet still so harsh. you hollowed your cheeks, encouraging him to come undone. and just as you start to tap his thigh again, signalling you need to come up for some much needed air, he spurts a thick load of cum into your mouth, pumping back and forth making sure to empty his balls as you swallow his seed whole. he pulls your head up, this time by your neck, panting more than you are when you gasp, lungs starving of oxygen. his chest is heaving, and you can’t tell if it’s wet from his sweat or the hot tub.
he grabs you again, his hands tight on your hips this time, marking crescents on the plush meat.
“ride me.“
you’re still gasping for air, spit framing the corners of your mouth whilst tears cascade from your eyes. “what?” you shudder feeling your cunt drool at his words, trembling when he manhandles you to hover over his strong thighs.
“ride me, little girl.” he pulls your thong aside once you’re positioned over his tent. he just needs to make sure he finishes in your tight little pussy. “now.”
Warnings: Degradation. Rough! namgyu, dom!namgyu with mentions of sub!namgyu, bit of freeuse
A/N: He looks so delicious here🙏🏽
• Oral with Nam-gyu is always rough. Whether he gives or receives, he is aggressive with it.
• He‘ll force you down to your knees, grab a fistful of your hair and push his cock down your throat. He‘d curse as you gag around him, the muscles in your throat contracting and struggling to suck in all of his length.
• He barely lets you catch your breathing before his hips snap, fucking into your pretty mouth as you gag and choke around him.
• -„You’re makin‘ a mess..“
• He‘d whisper inbetween rough groans of pleasure, watch how spit ran down your chin messily. He’d push your face against his cock, see the way your eyes teared over.
• He loves how messy you can get; spit everywhere, lipstick smudged and mascara running down your face.
• It doesn‘t matter where he is; at the club, home, in a damn grocery store- he‘ll always find time to shove his cock down your throat. And you take it. Everytime. Because you loved the way he uses you for his own pleasure like that.
• He ruins you. And you can’t get enough.
• Sometimes he feels different. Sometimes he likes to let you do your thing, lean back and enjoy you suck his cock dry like the good girl you are.
• Sometimes he likes submitting completely. Whine under you, beg for your tongue, let you put him in his place. Sometimes, he likes to be the crying mess.
• He differs between degradation and praise.
- „You were made for this cock, yeah? Little bitch. Your‘re nothing but a cumdump f‘ me..“
- „I love this pretty face, baby. Let me ruin your mouth. God, you’re doing so good.“
• Once he’s done, he‘ll force you to swallow. Would hold your nose as you do. You always do.
• Then he‘d yank you to your feet. If you were home, he’d return the favor by eating you out or fucking you. If you were in a semi-public setting, he‘d roughly wipe your face clean. Like you were a child getting scolded by your mother for getting ice cream all over your face.
• When he’s feeling soft, he‘ll kiss you on the forehead softly and promise to love you properly once you‘re home. 💗💗
i know i already made a post ab this scene but im making another one bc
the fact that they had 10 minutes to choose a team but thanos didn’t approach se-mi until more than halfway thru that time just makes me wonder…….. what was he doing for the first 5 minutes 😭😭 like genuinely im so curious i need to know……. obviously i assume nam-gyu was at his side right away and they teamed up immediately, but how long before gyeong-su joined them? were they just walking around until thanos found someone he deemed worthy to team up with (aka…… a girl he found attractive LOL)? did they try asking other ppl to be on their team and kept getting rejected (hilarious)? did other ppl try teaming up with them and THEY said no (im once again gonna assume that nam-gyu was probably picky ab who they brought onto their team based on his reaction to se-mi and min-su….)? had thanos already set his sights on se-mi and spent 5 minutes trying to find her? was thanos just so high he didn’t realize what they were doing? PLEEEEEASE I WANT TO KNOW SO BADLY WHAT WERE THEY DOING FOR 5 WHOLE MINS
my personal fav is that they kept getting rejected by other ppl bc everyone saw the way thanos and nam-gyu got their ass beat by inho and so no one wanted to team up with them LMAO
platonic!thanos x younger!gn!reader with mentions of crush!gyeong-su x gn!reader
synopsis: your optimism turns into terror after nearly dying in mingle.
warnings: platonic. reader is implied to be 18-19 years old, the youngest in the group. mentions of death. major character death. thanos calls reader 'bro' and 'sis' because of slang even though reader can be of any gender.
requested
your thin bunk bed in the vast dorm room is occupied by you, since you can't think about sitting with your teammates in this place right now.
the smell inside of your nostrils is filled with whatever slop they served after the mingle game. something you didn't get in line for. right now, your hands tremble as you clasp them together, trying to steady yourself.
you're barely out of high school, thrust into this nightmare because of the crushing debt your parents left behind when they passed away last year.
you thought you could handle it, pay it off somehow, but the recruiter played ddakji with you and came to you at your lowest. he promised a way out and you believed him.
now, here you are.
mingle is still fresh in your mind, a chaotic blur of running through that circus arena, doors slamming shut behind you, screams echoing as people got locked out or worse.
you made it through, but at what cost?
gyeongsu, the sweet kid from your team, didn't.
you remember the panic when you got separated from semi, minsu, namgyu, and thanos.
one minute, you were all together, strategizing and the next, they were bolting for a door without him. luckily you were pulled by a group of women who refused to let you go as they dragged you into a pink room.
you looked back, yelling his name, but it was too late.
the timer ran out, and he was gone.
your heart aches like a fresh wound, throbbing with guilt. you couldn't save him.
nobody could, apparently.
there are less than 200 people left now, way more than the initial count you heard whispered about. still, the numbers are dwindling fast. each game chips away at the herd, and you know the odds are stacking against you.
in the first game, red light green light, you were the optimistic one, encouraging everyone around you with wide-eyed hope.
namgyu and thanos had nothing on your jokes and smile, the way you'd helped the group during the six legged race by making jokes and yelling encouragement.
now? that optimism has curdled into pure terror.
you overheard player 456 earlier, that grizzled old man with the traumatized eyes and hallow cheekbones, muttering about a "special game" at night.
something about players killing each other when the lights go out, no rules, just survival of the fittest.
the guards schedule everything.
eating, sleeping, even bathroom breaks.
right now, some of the men are lining up to head to the bathrooms after dinner. you shiver, pulling your green tracksuit tighter around you.
what if the attacks start there?
what if they spill over?
the entire team noticed your absence after the game. you sat away from them, hoping that you could just forget about them and that they can forget about you.
namgyu rolled his eyes, believing that you were attention seeking.
semi frowned, knowing how young you were stuck in this place.
minsu didn't know what to say.
however, thanos knew that he needed his youngest solider back in the group to brighten things up.
the rapper stumbles a bit as he approaches you. he's drugged out of his mind, eyes glassy from whatever pills he's been popping to numb the pain. you've seen him like this before, ever since the race when he nearly cracked under the pressure.
he's older than you, maybe in his thirties but he's been kind in his own rough way, treating you like a little sibling in this madness. gyeongsu told you that thanos was famous outside of here, but to you thanos was the big brother you never had.
namgyu, standing nearby with his arms crossed, shoots thanos a warning look.
"leave them alone, man. they're better off solo. we all are in this shit."
thanos waves him off, his voice slurred, "nah, nah, i got this."
the rapper walks over and plops down beside you on the bunk, the mattress dipping under his weight. up close, you can smell the faint chemical tang of his breath, mixed with the dorm's stale air.
"you alright, bro?"
you nod quickly, forcing a smile that doesn't reach your eyes.
"yeah, i'm fine."
your voice cracks, and your frown betrays you. you're shivering again, fear coiling in your gut.
thanos tilts his head, studying you with those hazy eyes. he might be high, but he's smart enough to notice.
"bullshit. you look like you're about to puke. what's eating you? that stupid mingle game still got you shook?"
you hesitate, glancing around at the other players milling about, some whispering in groups, others staring blankly at the walls. the guards stand impassive in their pink jumpsuits and masks, rifles at the ready.
"i… we survived it, thanos but that just means the next one's gonna be worse. less than 200 people left? my chances are dropping like flies. im just thinking about gyeongsu because we couldn't save him. we ditched him. you all did."
thanos winces, rubbing his temple.
"yeah, that was fucked up of me. im sorry broooo but it was every man for himself in there. or… person. whatever. mingle was chaos but if we'd waited and didn't make a quick decision, we'd all be dead."
"but he was part of our team," you whisper, your voice breaking, "semi, minsu, namgyu....you guys just ran. i tried to go back, but…"
"hey, don't beat yourself up, kid." thanos leans in closer, his voice dropping.
"you're scared about that special game shit too, huh? i heard 456 yapping about it. players stabbing each other with the lunch forks at night with all the lights out."
you nod, your shiver turning into a full-body tremble.
"yeah. what if it happens tonight? what the x voters come for us?"
thanos chuckles, but it's hollow, laced with whatever drugs are pumping through his veins.
"alright, they won't do that but listen.... you wanna survive this? just think about dying."
your eyes widen in horror, staring at him like he's lost it.
"what? think about dying? are you serious?"
he holds up a hand, grinning crookedly.
"hear me out, sis. i mean well. it's about jinxing your mind. reverse psychology on the universe or some shit. if you think you're gonna die, then boom.... you live but if you think about living, obsessing over making it out? that's when fate fucks you over and you die. so, think about dying. picture it. embrace it. then, poof, you survive."
you blink, processing his twisted logic. it sounds insane, but in this place, insanity might be the only sanity left.
"but… what if i accidentally manifest my death that way? like, if i think about dying too hard, and it happens?"
thanos snorts, leaning back against the bunk frame.
"manifest? nah, i don't believe in that hippy-dippy manifest shit. law of attraction? please. life's a crapshoot. you roll the dice, sometimes you win, sometimes you get shot in the head. i don't know about manifesting. all i know is, thinking the worst has kept me alive so far."
you nod slowly, the words sinking in.
it's not comforting, exactly, but it's something, "okay. i guess that makes… some sense."
he claps you on the shoulder, a bit too hard, but you don't flinch.
"good. now, lemme tell you something. before all this, i was this close to ending it myself." he holds up his fingers, pinching them together, "han river bridge, middle of the night. i was staring down at that black water, wind whipping my face. debts piling up, family gone, job lost after that rap battle shit.... i was gonna jump. just… let go."
you listen, your heart aching for him now too.
"thanos… i'm sorry."
"don't apologize," he shakes his head, "ain't your fault. anyway, right as i'm about to do it, this slick dude in a suit shows up. the recruiter. slaps me with that card, talks about the game, promises big money. saved my life, in a twisted way. pulled me back from the edge. now here i am, playing for my life instead of throwing it away."
you nod again, absorbing his story. it's vulnerable, something you didn't expect from the tough rapper who's been popping pills to cope.
"that's… heavy."
"yeah, well." he straightens up, giving you a lopsided smile.
"you're a young soldier in this war, kid. you said you were eighteen? shiiiiittttt, you're barely started. but i see it in you... that happiness. you'll do well in the next game. i know it. just keep your head down, think about dying, and fight like hell."
thano's words warm you a little, chasing away some of the chill. for the first time since mingle, you feel a spark of resolve, "thank you, thanos. really."
he reaches into his jacket, pulling out his necklace which holds all of his pills.
"want one? it takes the edge off and makes the fear fuzzy."
you shake your head firmly, "no, thanks. i need to stay sharp."
"smart kid." he puts it away, standing up with a groan.
namgyu calls from across the room, gesturing toward the line forming for the bathrooms.
"come on, thanos. fucking guards are getting antsy."
thanos nods at him, then turns back to you.
"alright, bro. stay frosty. i'll see you after."
you watch as he joins namgyu and the other men, shuffling toward the bathroom doors under the watchful eyes of the guards. the dorm quiets down a bit, people like you staying behind on the bunks.
semi comes over and sits beside you, silent but supportive, picking at her rings on her fingers.
now you're waiting for thanos to come back, replaying his words in your head.
banging echoes from the bathrooms.... loud thuds against metal, screams piercing the air, yelling that sounds like a riot. it reverberates through the dorm, making everyone freeze.
your heart leaps into your throat.
what the hell is happening in there?
"oh," semi whispers, "looks like players can't take a shit without getting killed"
you stand up from the bunk, legs shaky, staring at the door which leads out into the colorful hallway.
the guards don't move, their masks hiding any reaction.
more screams, a guttural yell, then silence broken only by muffled thumps.
finally, the doors burst open, and men stumble out, covered in blood.
splatters on their tracksuits, smears on their faces, hands red and slick.
some are limping, others grinning maniacally like they've won a prize.
namgyu is among them, wiping blood from his cheek, looking weird as he internally panics over something.
your eyes scan frantically for thanos.
where is he?
you were waiting, hoping he'd come back with that goofy, drugged smile.
suddenly an announcement crackles over the speakers, mechanical.
"player 401, eliminated. player 331, eliminated. player 268, eliminated. player 299, eliminated. player 230, eliminated."
five deaths.
however, that last one hits like a punch to the gut.
player 230. thanos.
no. no, no, no.
you stagger back, collapsing onto the bunk. semi reaches for you, but you barely feel it. thanos, your commander in this hell, the one who called you a young soldier, the one player who helped you.
he's gone and. eliminated in whatever bloodbath happened in that bathroom. probably outnumbered and too drugged to fight back properly.
you curl up on the bunk and lay down, shivering harder than ever.
gyeonsu gone in mingle, thanos in the bathroom brawl.
who's next? semi? namgyu? you?
think about dying, he'd said.
now, all you can think about is how death is closing in, and no amount of jinxing will stop it.
you wonder about losing your commander, and the hell deepens.
pessimism cloaks you, thicker than the green tracksuit on your body.
still, you think about dying, just to hope that you'll live.
as you make it to the final game, you keep that memo in mind, even after everyone on team thanos died before you.
