“I Missed You, A Lot.” Thanos x Namgyu
Summary - There’s not much privacy in a parking lot—but when you’ve missed someone this much, sometimes keeping quiet is the hardest part.
Namgyu had finally reached the end of his brutal 9-hour shift at Club Pentagon. The fluorescent lights still echoed behind his eyelids, the pounding bass of the club thudding in his skull like a second heartbeat. His feet throbbed in agony—every step a dull reminder of how hard he’d been pushing himself. All he wanted was to see his boyfriend, Thanos.
“See you” Namgyu muttered to his boss, not waiting for a reply. He grabbed his half-empty water bottle, practically sprinting out the door the second the closing checklist was finished.
The cool night air hit his face like a slap, grounding him for just a moment. Thanos was waiting for him in the car, as promised. The sight of him—sharp-jawed, absurdly calm, scrolling idly through his phone—somehow made the exhaustion both worse and better.
Namgyu opened the door and dropped into the passenger seat with a groan.
“Hey, Nam-su. I missed you,” Thanos said, finally turning to look at him. “How was your day?”
Namgyu let his head fall back against the headrest. “Shit. My boss is a total asshole. And if I hear one more customer ask if there’s vodka in a vodka cranberry, I actually might kill someone.”
Thanos snorted, trying to suppress a laugh.
Namgyu rolled his eyes, already more irritable than he wanted to be. “And my feet are killing me. And I’m starving.”
“i’m sorry your day was bad, you need to stop pushing yourself so hard.” Thanos said, a concerned tone in his voice.
“don’t tell me what to do.” Namgyu said, not taking what Thanos said seriously.
They let the comfortable silence fill the air for a few seconds.. just hearing Thanos’s breath was enough to recharge Namgyu for a whole week.
“So… I guess you didn’t miss me at all?” Thanos teased, his voice low and dangerous in that way that always made Namgyu’s skin flush.
Namgyu turned toward him, finally meeting his eyes. “I missed you. A lot.”
He leaned in and kissed Thanos, hard and fast—desperate, almost. Like if he didn’t touch him now, he’d implode from the weight of it.
Thanos chased the kiss when Namgyu pulled back, breath brushing his ear. “How much?”
Namgyu’s answer was barely a whisper. “So fucking much.”
“Clearly,” Thanos murmured, smirking as his eyes drifted down to Namgyu’s jeans.
Namgyu groaned, shifting in his seat and trying to adjust himself, obviously embarrassed. “Fuck off.”
His erection pressed uncomfortably against the tight denim, completely betraying him. He crossed his arms, half-defensive, half-hoping Thanos wouldn’t bring it up again.
Thanos reached over, brushing the backs of his fingers against the outline in Namgyu’s jeans—just enough to send a shiver through him.
“I want to taste how much you missed me,” he said, voice dark and dripping with intent.
Namgyu inhaled sharply, legs tensing. “Su-bong… we can’t. My boss could walk out any second.”
Thanos gave the club entrance a quick glance, utterly unconcerned. “Then keep quiet,” he said, unzipping Namgyu’s jeans in one smooth, unhurried motion. “Maybe this’ll teach you to stop whining.”
“Fuck you,” Namgyu hissed—but he didn’t stop him.
“Be good for me, Namsu.” Thanos said, barely audible but loud enough to send shivers down Namgyu’s spine.
The moment Thanos’s tongue flicked over the tip of his cock, Namgyu gasped, head hitting the seat. The cold air, the warm mouth, the sheer audacity of it all—it was almost too much.
“Shh,” Thanos murmured, lips brushing over him. Then he took him deeper, slower this time, drawing out every second like he had all night.
Namgyu’s breath hitched, his hips twitching involuntarily. He gripped the edge of the seat with white knuckles, trying desperately to hold himself together.
Every suck, every swirl of his tongue made Namgyu unravel further. He bit down on his lip until it almost bled, trying to silence the desperate sounds rising in his throat.
“S-su-bong,” he gasped between ragged breaths.
And then—Thanos dragged his tongue in a way that made Namgyu whimper. Loud. High. Needy.
Without missing a beat, Thanos clamped a hand over his boyfriend’s mouth, not stopping even for a second.
Namgyu whimpered harder under the pressure of his palm. His eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed and vibrating with tension. His nails dug into Thanos’s forearm as he teetered on the edge.
Thanos could tell Namgyu was close - he removed his hand from his boyfriend’s mouth and began sucking faster, desperate to feel Namgyu’s cock quiver in his throat.
“F-fuck, Su-bong,” Namgyu moaned, trying to keep his voice down but failing. “You—ah—i i’m gonna cum.”
When he came, it hit him like a wave crashing over rocks—violent, overwhelming, body jerking forward with the force of it. Namgyu had no control over his body. He moaned uncontrollably as his cum coated thanos’s mouth, feeling every inch of his boyfriend’s tongue. Thanos kept going, swallowing everything, holding him down with one hand while the other stroked lazy circles on his thigh.
Namgyu was silent for a beat, just breathing. Then his body went slack, boneless, as the high slowly ebbed into a warm, dizzy haze.
“…Holy shit,” he finally whispered, his voice hoarse, chest still heaving. “You’re evil.”
Thanos smirked and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning back in his seat with a casual satisfaction that only made Namgyu want to punch him—or kiss him.
Namgyu lazily zipped himself back up, still dazed. Then he turned his head and froze.
Thanos was hard. Very hard. His erection pressed clearly against the front of his jeans.
Namgyu raised an eyebrow. “You’re so fucking gay,” he said with a crooked grin. He reached over the console and palmed Thanos through the denim, slow and deliberate.
Thanos inhaled through his teeth.
“You got hard from sucking me off in a parking lot?”
“I got hard from you moaning like a bitch” Thanos said, low and rough.
Namgyu leaned closer, lips brushing his ear. “Should I moan for you again?”
He began undoing Thanos’s jeans with one hand, teasing the zipper down—
“Hey, Namgyu! You still here?”
Both of them jumped like they’d been shot. Namgyu yanked his hand back so fast he nearly hit himself.
They looked up—fuck. His boss stood outside the driver’s window, completely relaxed, no idea what he’d just interrupted.
Thanos, to his credit, stayed cool as ever. He rolled down the window like nothing had happened.
Namgyu forced a smile, heart beating out of his chest. “Yeah, I—uh—lost track of time, I guess.”
His boss didn’t even blink. “You should head home. It’s late. I thought I heard someone dying out here a minute ago—guess I was wrong.” He laughed casually. “Goodnight, Thanos. Goodnight, Namgyu.”
“Night,” Thanos said smoothly, giving a little wave.
“Bye,” Namgyu managed, trying to sound normal and not like someone who had just come hard in the front seat of his boyfriend’s car.
The moment the boss walked away and got into his own car, Namgyu collapsed back in his seat, exhaling like he’d just escaped death.
“…Do I really sound like I’m dying when I cum?” he asked, still staring at the ceiling.
Thanos burst out laughing. A real one. Head thrown back, loud and breathless.
“I personally think it’s hot as fuck that i turn you on so much.” Thanos said.
Namgyu groaned and buried his face in his hands. “I hate you.”
“You’re hard again, aren’t you?”
Namgyu looked at him and deadpanned, “Shut up and drive. Home. Now.”
Thanos started the car, grinning. “You know you owe me now, right?”
Namgyu leaned his head against the window, still flushed, still recovering. “I’m gonna make you regret saying that.”
Thanos didn’t stop smiling. “I hope you do.”
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