sweet like candy - choi su bong / thanos
pairings : thanos/ su bong x fem reader part 2
summary/request : despite only a few insignificant interactions with thanos, he grows jealous when he sees you talking to an ex marine, dae ho.
warnings: jealous thanos, use of drugs, swearing, violence, ooc thanos bc heâs kinda nice most of the time except for when heâs jealous, lowkey sub thanos idk how it happened but bros a good boyđ, oral(f receiving), hand job, sex(p in v)
ngl this is not my best work unfortunately:( it just feels like i rushed too much at certain parts but i just didnât want it to be too repetitive to other stories with too much detail when we all know how the games work. send me some requests, i wanna do au or write for thanos where the reader and him are outside of the games
not responsible for the content you consume, use discretion when reading past the border. 18+
âSeñorita, excuse me.â
You turn, an eyebrow already raised at the strange pet name youâd just been called. Itâs a tall, young ish man. You take in his appearance; his hair is a bright shade of purple, slender fingers painted like infinity stones, marked with dark tattoos, chunky rings, and a cross necklace.
You donât respond, instead continuing to walk in the eerie room painted like the sky, with a giant doll at the other side.
You sigh, still confused at how you ended up here with 456 other people in ugly green tracksuits and millions, if not billions, of won in debt.
He raps you a song, also stating his name is Thanos, which you try to tune out but its mediocrity makes you stifle a laugh. He notices, and your sweet smile makes him smile.
âI like you.â He says, flashing you a little heart with his fingers. You roll your eyes, walking past him as he lingers on your trail.
A man runs out, player 456, you note. He begins screaming, saying the game was âRed Light, Green Lightâ and the doll was going to kill us if we moved. His reaction makes you nervous, his fear seemed so genuine.
âMy dad comes home like this sometimes,â Thanos says, noticing your shift in demeanor. âSaying thereâs bugs in the walls and his phoneâs been tapped by the government.â
âDo you think the guy yelling is high?â You ask.
He smirks a little before answering, which doesnât go unnoticed by you. âFuck no.â
The game begins, and Thanos takes your hand. You go to pull away but his grip is tight.
âLet go.â You whisper, on a red light.
âCome on, señorita. Letâs stick together.â He whispers back.
Before you can respond, the girl in front of you starts screaming about a bee landing on her. She faces you both and laughs a little.
âOh, shit. I just moved, didnât I?â
Blood splatters on you and Thanosâ face.
âDonât scream.â He whispers, but even if you wanted to, you couldnât. Your body is in shock, frozen. You grip his hand in return now, trying to hold your shaking.
More rounds continue, but neither of you move. That is until the man tells you to finish you have to be behind the doll. Thanos moves you behind him, and you press your head into his back with your eyes shut tight, gripping his jacket. He slowly moves, pulling you with him.
A woman reacts to the body, and an another shot goes off. Panic ensues, as people run and shots fire continuously. All you can hear is screaming and shooting.
During the next green light Thanos doesnât move, but you feel him fidgeting around. Two rounds go by of this before he finally moves again.
He lurches forward, and you feel him go âDingâ as he pushes a group of people down. Three shots ring off, and during the next green light you let go of him. He doesnât even notice, skipping and jumping and dancing during every green light.
In the end, you survive. Splattered in blood, yes, but alive nonetheless.
You avoid him after that, feeling unnerved by the way he played during the games. You noticed him sharing a pill with a guy later, which made his behavior in the game make sense to you.
You sat on your bed, your face buried in your knees as you rocked back and forth. The lights were out, everyone going to sleep but, how could you? After everything you saw?
You glanced up at the piggy bank, glowing gold
The next game was about to begin.
You had been brought into a room, eerily similar to the one with the doll, except the room had rainbow tracks and pink suit men standing around it. They ordered you to get into teams of 5.
You wandered around, searching for a group of people who wouldnât kill you for fun.
You turned, facing a handsome dark haired man, his hair half tied up. He was neatly kept, carrying himself with confidence and grace, despite everything.
âHi.â You respond, meekly.
âWould you like to join our group?â He motions to the 4 men behind him. Their faces are stoic, but they look friendly enough. You notice the one man on the team was the one who warned everyone about the last games. You accept their offer; itâs not like you really had a choice anyway. Besides, why not let them pity you if they felt sorry enough to offer you a spot? No one else was itching to have you on your teamâŠ
On the other side of the room, Thanos was searching for you to be in his group. He felt inclined to protect you now after the events of the first game. The drugs were fueling him into wanting to be the hero of your story. He was convinced he could you get out of here, and you would tell the world Thanos the Great saved you with a snap of his fingers. Besides, such a sweet face like yours? It would be such a waste for you to die somewhere so silly.
He finds you, in the sea of people, talking to another man.
He fumes with rage, the ecstasy making him react more uncontrollably than usual.
He bites his lip, all of his prior convictions now forgotten. Let the bitch die then, he thinks to himself.
The games start, and players drop like flies from the first groups alone.
Thanosâ team goes, and you canât help but cheer when you see them play successfully. You jump up and down, laughing and clapping at their win.
Thanos locks his eyes on yours, noticing your childlike joy at his win. It makes him strangely prideful, makes him forget why he was so mad at you in the first place.
He bows to you, like a musician after a performance. You blush a little, smiling at him, forgetting why he scared you in the first place.
Your team is last, and youâre up first playing ddakji. Your whole team plays successfully, and you survive another round of the games.
You go back to your bunks, Dae Ho wrapping a friendly and comforting arm around you as you both walk. You sit with your group, eating and laughing while you slowly forget the chaos around you.
Thanos watched it all play out with Dae Ho again. His palms were sweaty the whole time, hoping youâd survive and walk back into that room. The second you walked back through the door alive, his eyes were on you.
âAre you good?â Nam Gyu asks Thanos, noticing his eyes constantly following you.
âI donât know what the fuck are you talking about.â Thanos spits, defensively. He takes another pill, needing the courage for his next move.
âLet me have one.â Nam Gyu begs. Thanos reluctantly hands one over.
Nam Gyu takes it with haste, as Thanos stands and makes his way towards you. He quickly gets up and follows his friend, ready for whatever fight may come.
Each time you laugh at Dae Ho, Thanos picks his pace up a little faster. Heâs convinced that itâs like with each laugh that slips past your honey coated lips, then the closer Dae Ho is to getting to taste them. He sways his body unnaturally as he walks, wanting to appear more bad ass than he really felt.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â He says as he approaches you.
âThanos.â You say, a warning in your voice to leave you alone.
âYou good, bro?â Dae Ho asks.
âWhy the fuck are you talking to my girl?â He addresses Dae Ho now. You and Dae Ho both scoff in disbelief, but this is how your reaction played out in Thanosâ mind.
âDae Ho, youâre so funny.â
âWell, youâre sexy.â
âLetâs make out and fuck right here in front of Thanos.â
âWhatever you say, beautiful.â
He reaches his hand out, grabbing you by your jacket and yanking you to your feet.
âThanos!â You yell. Dae Ho and In Ho stand up to diffuse the situation. Before they can even intervene, you land a closed fist to Thanosâ eye.
He backs away, holding it as a little cut forms.
âCrazy bitch.â He says. He points at Dae Ho. âYou stay away from her.â
âFuck off.â You yell at Thanos. He backs away, still facing you and nodding his head in anger. His face reads This isnât over.
âYou okay?â Dae Ho asks. You nod, slightly breathless.
The way Thanos grabbed you was rude,
You wanted to kick yourself for feeling so attracted to him in that moment. He was mentally unstable, high; everything that could be wrong with a man, he was.
Yet here you were, yearning for a piece of him just as he yearned for you.
Later that night, you couldnât sleep in your bunk. You were stressed with nerves, with the thought that each next day could be your last. You tapped your foot relentlessly against the frame of the bed, until a person above you made a threat.
You sighed, getting up and walking to the door to be let to the bathroom.
You washed your face again for what was probably the 15th time, feeling like the blood was still on you.
You didnât even hear the door, didnât hear him walk up behind you, didnât notice he was there until his hands were on your hips.
You gasped, turning with your fist, ready to make a collision; but Thanos was quicker than you this time, catching your wrist before you could seal the hit.
âWhoa.â He said, âRelax, girl.â
âWhat are you doing in here?â You yelled at him. He shushed you, making a tcht tcht tcht sound.
âYou embarrassed me out there.â He said, tilting his head to show you his bruised eye.
âYou? How about you yanking me to my feet in a room full of people?â
He says nothing, but he smirks at you.
âYouâre just so pretty. How am I supposed to sit back and watch my girl flirt with other men?â
You sigh, rolling your eyes. âIs that what you think I am?â
âItâs what I know you are.â He says lowly, his hand resting against your throat. âYouâre mine.â
âIâm not yours. You donât ask, you just take from people. Youâre a bully.â
âWhat are we, kids on a school yard? Iâm a bully?â He steps closer than he already was, pressing himself into you.
âYes.â You whisper out.
âQuiet now, arenât we?â He teases, his voice low.
âIf youâre gonna kill me, just fucking do it.â You say.
He laughs loudly, âKill you? Get serious, girl.â
âThen what do you want?â
You say nothing. Your hands are pressed against the counter top of the sink, and his body is pressed against yours. Chest to chest, you have nowhere to go.
âMove.â You say. Your eyes are locked, and you feel like prey being tortured by predator. Tortured in the way heâs doing nothing, just staring you down. He doesnât budge still.
You grab him by his collar, pulling his face inches from yours.
âMove.â You say again, your voice pleading.
He notices. Youâre not pleading him to move because of fear, youâre pleading for him to move because of lust.
His fingers trail up your arm, then trace your jaw to pull your chin up. He laces his fingers through your hair, pulling you so that your lips are on his.
He didnât expect you to kiss him the way you did, it took him by such surprise, which he dared never admit because he was almost never surprised. But the way you grabbed his collar, trying to pull him so deep into you that you both might collapse into each other like stars.
âWhereâd this come from?â He asks breathlessly, barely able to break away from you to get the question out.
âCan you just shut up?â You say quickly, pulling him back into you.
âAs my queen commands.â He says, matching your ferocity with the kiss.
Both of his hands rest on your cheeks while he kisses you, but you take one and slowly push it down to your sweats.
âWhy so eager?â He asks, breathlessly.
âYouâre talking too much.â You say, pushing him off you. âGet on your knees.â
He scoffs, shocked. âAre you serious?â
You nod, and so he listens. He kisses down your body, tugging on your sweats when heâs on his knees. He kisses your thighs, mumbling sweet nothings about your body that were too soft to hear.
âSu Bong.â He corrects you, needing to hear you moan his real name.
âSu Bong, please donât tease me.â You whine, so he concedes. Lifting up your leg onto his shoulder so he can kiss and lick and suck every part of you. You whine, pulling his purple tufts of hair.
âYou are so sweet,â He whispers. âSweet like candy.â
âOh, my boy.â You moan, egging him on. His nails grip into your thighs unintentionally. Heâs just so desperate for you, desperate to taste every drop.
Your nails dig into his forearm, scratching for release.
âPlease, oh, please, Su Bong.â
He looks up at you, pupils dilated like the size of black holes. You throw your head back, grinding your hips into his mouth, chasing your release.
You pull his hair harshly, and he digs his nails into your thighs even more as you release. You cry out, repeating his name like a prayer, and he moans into you, fueling your release. He doesnât miss a drop.
He comes off you, breathless. He sets your leg down, pulling your sweats back up as he stands.
You stare at each other, both of you panting in silence for a few moments. You sneak your hand down, resting it against his hard crotch. You smirk a little, and he mirrors it.
âI think I love you.â He moans as you rub him.
âI think youâre high.â You respond, and he laughs and nods. He leans down to kiss you again, gentler this time.
âDo you want one?â He asks, nodding to his necklace. You hesitate, but end up shaking your head no.
âI think we should head back.â You whisper, still rubbing him. He shakes his head no, moaning into your neck. He grips your jacket in desperate agony.
âI need you so bad.â He finally admits.
âFine.â You fold, and heâs ever so quick to pull your sweats back down. He unhooks one of your legs from the pants, pulling it up so he can rest it around his hips as he pushes his sweats down just slightly so he can insert himself into you.
So, there you both are. Standing with one leg hooked around him and absolutely gripping the sink as he thrusts into you relentlessly. You donât even try to hide your moans, throwing your head back in euphoria as Thanos buries his face in your neck with shameful whimpers. You grip onto whatever part of him you can for support. Your back is slamming into the edge of the sink over and over, surely leaving a bruise on your tailbone.
He kisses and sucks on your neck, leaving dark bruised purple hickeys on every inch. Marking you, so that you knew who you belong to and so that everyone else out there knew too.
His thrusts were relentless, and the angle he fucked you was crucial, hitting into your cervix each time. Your hands pushed on his hips, resisting his movements slightly, which only fueled him more.
âYou stop, youâre being so rough.â You whimper.
âThis is me being gentle,â He says. âYou want something less than this, then I better not ever catch you speaking to another man again.â
You moan in defeated acceptance, grasping at his shoulders instead for balance. His perfect thrusts make you leak all over him, his pants soaked with your juices.
âYouâre so wet.â He moans. âI think youâre gonna make me cum.â
You tighten around him, sending him into a frenzy. His hands tighten their hold on your thighs, and you yank him by the collar to pull his lips onto yours.
âFuck, Iâm cumming, oh please.â You beg him, between kisses.
âIâve got you.â He manages to get out, holding you as you let out the most heavenly cry. Your moans send him over, and he pulls out to spill himself all over your cunt.
He smears it on your folds with his hands, and you smack his chest, giving him a push off you while he laughs at your irritability.
âYouâre such a dick.â You say, wiping yourself with a paper towel from the dispenser. He kisses your neck with a smirk.
âCome lay with me when youâre done.â He says, walking out of the bathroom.
You roll your eyes, cleaning yourself up before walking out.
You re enter the bunks, searching the room for his bed. Heâs in a lower ish one, laying down with hands resting behind his head and his eyes blissfully closed. Your eyes move back and forth between his bed and your empty one, until your feet start moving before your mind can even decide.
He doesnât even open his eyes when you crawl in beside him. He just wraps his arm around you, kissing your temple as you both drift off to sleep,
both of you blissfully unaware of the horrors of tomorrowâs gameâŠ
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