#squidgames smut fic

[arbitrarykiwi]

HI SO LIKE CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE A SMUT OF NAMGYU🙏🙏 like hes your deadbeat baby daddy boyfriend who just stays out and away doing drugs and drinking and comes home at ungodly hours while youre taking care of the baby and one night he notices the little weight you put on after giving birth and how it made your breasts swell and got curvier and shit, n like yall are arguing because he came home really late and youre sick of his shit and its kinda a hate/angry fuck kinda thing?? THANK YOU I LOBE UR FICS

Reckless Temptation

I’m so sorry this took so long!! This was such a fun ask! Admittedly, I’m not the best with topics that involve angst (I love when the reader gets a happy ending and I’m such a ween when it comes to angst endings) so i struggled a bit…BUT I tried my best!!!! It was such a fun challenge for me, I really hope you like it 😩🫶

Warnings: smut (18+) , toxic themes (nothin crazy, he just a bum babydaddy) , toxic relationship , relationship issues , drug / alcohol mention , oral (f receiving) , p in v sex , choking, dirty talk , hate fucking (relatively tame) , rough sex , nam-gyu is a warning himself in this one , creampie , breeding kink , read at your own risk

You don’t know why you stayed or why you continued to let him fuck you over.

Well… you did know…

Every time you looked at the infant in your arms, the one that has her dad’s smile and eyes, you literally couldn’t bring yourself to leave.

You swear sometimes when she laughs, it sounds like his laugh and you want to call him over and show him how precious the sight is- but he’s hardly ever there. He’s never in your shared apartment. He’s never there to help out with your child.

He’s always late coming home- sure you know the club promoting gig he’s got has weird hours but even on the days you know he’s off, he’s not retuning until 3am. He’s also always high, on what, you could never figure it out it changes week by week it seemed. Sometimes he’d smell like a walking ounce of weed when he’s stumbling through the door, other nights his pupils are just blown and he’s jittery.

Admittedly, neither of you planned to have a child. It was a surprise that had you floored. Nam-gyu was the last person you ever thought of who would be a parent, and when it happened, you were sure he was going to leave you when you told him the news. But he didn’t. That had to mean something.

You took care of your daughter, only you. He would show up whenever he pleased to your shared apartment- even though he hardly ever stayed the night he was still on the lease- to drop off his share of rent money (it was never enough), grocery money (maybe $10 if you were lucky), or the occasional thing you had to beg him to pick up the store. He would bitch and complain about how you always bothered him at the worst times, how he has to do everything for you; That’s hardly the case, but he likes to tell you it is.

To say the least, he was garbage, a deadbeat, no good for you. But, there was some days when you would come out of the shower and see him looking over the crib cooing at your daughter- playing with her with a goofy smile on his face. Those moments make all the bad times fade to the background.

Only to be pulled back to the foreground when he stands quickly, stepping away from the crib. He grabs his jacket, turns around, and walks out the bedroom door- shoulder brushing against yours as he pushes past you- muttering a “don’t wait up tonight”.

You know the drill you never do.

Tonight was no different, you had stayed up late dealing with the baby. She was about 4 months at this point so you got into a decent routine even if it did nothing for your sleep schedule. You say sprawled out on the couch, legs up on the cushion and your baby in your arms. Your shirt was up over your shoulder, your baby drinking away happily at the milk that your breast gave. You couldn’t help the way your head nodded every so often as your eyes fought to stay open. At least she wasn’t crying, you thought. You looked down at her with a soft smile, fingers brushing over her cheek gently.

The sound of a car pulling into your driveway makes your head snap up. You rubbed your tired eyes with one hand, groaning, you knew that sound and that meant he was home. Looking to the clock on the TV stand, it blares a vibrant red hue that makes your eyes strain to see the time. 2:57 am.

You groan to yourself, preparing for the drugged out man that was about to stumble through the door. And when he does he’s wearing the usual pissed off scowl he has- like coming home to you and your child was the bane of his existence. You’ve had enough.

He was going to open his mouth to spew some bullshit excuse for being home late, one he’s used thousands of times before, but you stop him by raising your hand. You’re clenching your jaw, eyes wide and threatening as you hiss out a low “Don’t even fucking start.” You adjust the infant in your arms who was starting to slow down on breastfeeding and begin to grow tired.

Nam-gyu scoffs, his scowl deepening, his mouth flops open once again to speak. You cut him off once more- sitting up off the couch and returning his glare with one of your own. “I said…” You seethed through clenched teeth, “Don’t fucking start.” You growl lowly, taking a step towards him, infant still latched onto one of your breasts. “She’s about to fall asleep. I will put her to bed. And then, only fucking then, can you grace me with whatever lousy excuse you have tonight..”

Your tone is one that throws him off, sure he knew he was not a great boyfriend or father, you had every right to be pissed. Normally, you weren’t this confrontational- normally you would sit there sulking when he would come in the door, an adorable pout on your face that he knew wasn’t a cute expression but one of genuine upset and disappointment. He would brush you off telling you he was hungry and wanted you to cook him something.

You finish getting off the couch, it’s an awkward movement as you’re trying not to jostle the baby that had fallen asleep in your arms. Nam-gyu watches, the room is spinning and he’s trying to act like he’s sober because he doesn’t want to get into that argument again tonight- he is far too blitzed to have a coherent argument where he can manipulate it in his favor.

He watches intently, his eyes tracing over your body. You were wearing a large t-shirt and some shorts, nothing new there….but you were fuller. He felt his mouth go dry as you turn and walk down the hallway to the nursery. Your hips were wider and he swore your ass was bigger. The soft, plush flesh of your hips dug into the waistband of the shorts you wore, some of the flesh above the waist band spilling over the slightest bit- perfect to dig his hands into.

You turn into the room, disappearing, presumably putting the baby down in the crib. When you’re no longer in his sight, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It’s been a long while since you two had been intimate, the already rough relationship was not helped by a newborn, and he was pent up. As shitty as he was, not helping with the baby, not being home, partying and doing drugs- he never cheated. He can’t remember the last time you two had fucked, probably when he got you pregnant, but fuck- seeing your curves, how much fuller you were- he realized how much he missed it. How much he missed fucking you.

You return out the room you put your daughter in, thankful she was a decent sleeper because she was sleeping perfectly in the nursery as soon as you placed her down. He catches you fixing your shirt, getting a glimpse of your tits before the fabric falls back over the swollen flesh. You return back in front of him, standing in the entryway where he was still frozen. “It is two…no, three in the fucking morning.” You hiss out in a hushed voice.

“I got caught up at work.” He scoffs trying to walk past you and head to your shared bedroom. “Bullshit!” You laugh sardonically, “You were out partying with Thanos again weren’t you??” You accuse, taking a step closer to him.

You were partially right, he was out partying- but he was also working. With Thanos rap career taking off and Thanos needing VIP privileges at Club Pentagon, if he was there he was getting paid extra. Sure he did more than his fair share of drugs and came home plastered hours after he stopped working and getting paid- but he was still making money! “I was with Thanos but I wasn’t partying. I get paid double when he’s booked.” Nam-gyu growls lowly, lying through his teeth.

“Fucking hell!” You catch yourself raising your voice and quickly lower it to not wake your baby. “..do you think I’m fucking stupid?!” You’re seething out in a tone laced with venom. “You were fumbling with the damn keys, your words are slurred and your fucking pupils are blown!!” You gawk, he really had the audacity to try you?!

He seemed taken aback, surprised you could even see his eyes and how his pupils were dilated heavily in the low light of the living room. He had to remind himself, you were once like him, partying and down for whatever- that’s how you two met, he did coke off your thighs- you could tell the signs a mile away.

He envied you for that, quitting all the drugs you once did with him a year or so before you even got pregnant. You were stronger than him in that sense, had more willpower than him. You never got sucked back into the scene, even when your child was born you kept stead fast in your ways and weren’t tempted. It was like you thought you were better than him, and you were, but that just pissed him off more.

“God forbid I try and have some fun.” He says as he glares down at you. You go to speak, fuming at this point, “That’s not what-“ you almost want to scream, your words cut off when you see him roll his eyes, “roll your fucking eyes at me again and I will rip them out of your fucking skull.”

Your voice drops, you’re speaking through your teeth and getting up in his face. It would be threatening, he knows you would be the one to do it- but all he can think about is how thick your thighs look against the shorts you wore. He remembers those shorts, they used to fit looser, but now they dig into the plush flesh so deliciously has his mind is going blank. But the way you’re in his face- scolding him like some child, finger waving inches from his nose- is pissing him the fuck off.

His hand darts up in a quick motion that you have no way of intercepting. His hand wraps around your wrist, ringed fingers digging into your skin. “All you do is fucking run your mouth.” Nam-Gyu growls, he knows you have every right to yell at him, to be pissed, but he wouldn’t tell you that. Your eyebrows furrow, even more than they already were. Jaw clenched and chest heaving, you’re staring up at him oh so defiantly even if he was much larger than you.

“And all you know how to do is be a fucking deadbeat.” You counter, getting closer to his face by standing on your tippy toes. “You get to go out and party, probably rail some whores, while I have to stay here with your child and take care of her by myself.” You add. It’s an abrupt shift, he becomes even angrier, pulling you forward into him by your wrist he still holds.

To say he’s enraged would put it lightly- was he a deadbeat? Yes. But, he still tries to give you what he can, club pentagon only paid so much and he had a drug habit he didn’t care to address. Did he stay out and party and leave you at home to take care of the baby? Absolutely, he can’t argue with you on that one. But he never cheated. As fucked up as he was, as shitty as a father and boyfriend he was- one thing he would never do was cheat on you. To him that’s a type of low he always told himself he would never reach.

You fall into him, a gasp coming out of your lips when you meet his chest. When he feels your tits press against him, the enlarged flesh squishing against him- you watch as his eyes flutter shut, he bites his lip and breathes out a large breath, like he’s trying to ground himself.

He is.

He drops your wrist from his grip, hands coming to rest on your hips in a vice like grasp, caging you into him. “Watch your fucking mouth.” He seethes, eyes fluttering back open to glare down at you. “Say whatever the fuck else you want…I have never cheated.” He growls lowly, fingers tightening even harder around your plush hips. He wanted to continue to be mad at you, but the way his finger sunk into your flesh made the blood rush to his cock.

“You’re out late all the time and I can’t even remember the last time you touched me…” You say lowly, all your senses focus on the hold he has on your hips. His hands are cold, the rings on his fingers dig into the flesh and bite at your skin. He’s holding you in place like he’s sure you’re going to run away. “So excuse me for thinking you’re cheating. You also dont exactly hang around the best crowd.” You reason even further, now trying to fight against him and pull away.

He grimaces, he doesn’t even know how it’s possible that you manage to piss him off even further than normal. “You have my location. I’m always at work.” He scoffs dismissively. He wasn’t wrong but when he’s at work, he’s hardly working- he’s taking drugs, drinking, and doing god knows what else- you’ve seen the pictures he’s in the background posted on Thanos timeline.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” You seethe, trying to yank your hand out of his grasp yet again. It’s a futile attempt. “Okay! So you’re at work!? Where’s the fucking rent, huh?!” You say, voice raising, he’s a day late. He looks at you like you’re crazy and reaches into his back pocket and tosses a wad of cash over onto the coffee table- all while keeping you trapped in his grip. “Still late-“ your works are instantly cut off, “Wrong.” He mocks, reaching back into his pants pocket to pull out his phone and show you the date on his phone.

He was right. But it wasn’t your fault, your days had mixed together because you get no sleep with the baby and your child’s father comes home at 3am every day! God forbid you mix up your days. He also was no stranger to paying you late. You normally wouldn’t care about the mix up, maybe even own up to it- but today it just adds validity to his manipulative argument. “You’re still home at 3 in the fucking morning, you reek of booze and your pupils are blown!” You growl, not even caring that the day was wrong. You simply don’t care anymore. “And you’re doing all of this while I’m home taking care of our child!”

You’re leaning into him, getting up in his face with knitted eyebrows and barred teeth. He’s far too fucked up to deal with this, with you- because he knows you’re right. He never wants to face his issues, he never has wanted to, and every day you attempt to make him confront how shitty he was little by little, most of the times without even knowing it. You had always been too good for him, he knew that. He was lucky that you stayed and gave him a thousand chances instead of walking out on him. Maybe tomorrow he would address it and make a change for once in his life. But, right now, his head is pounding, the room is spinning and your hissing growl of a tone is only making his headache worsen.

His grip on your hips tightens, and he lowers his face so very closer to yours. His eyes are dark, angry, but there’s an odd glint of hunger in them that you haven’t seen in ages, it makes your body heat up in ways that due to not having felt it in so long, if now feels foreign. “You seriously don’t know when to stop fucking talking.” He growls lowly, like an animal about to feast on its caught prey. When he speaks his lips nearly brush against yours, the feather light contact tickles and sends electricity straight to your lower stomach. His voice has a hiss to it, like a viper, it should scare you but it doesn’t; it makes you hotter.

You two stand like that for a moment, the only sound you could hear was the sounds of your breath mixing with his. Every time the both of you heaved an angry breath, the hot air would mix between the two of you. Neither of you broke the other’s gaze, trying to win the silent stare off that started.

Nam-gyu breaks first, his eyes dropping to your chest, watching the rise and fall of your enlarged breasts from under the shirt- his resolve is out the window. He’s on your lips in an instant. You’re letting out a muffled sound of protest into his mouth, fighting against him and trying to pull away. But with the grip he still has on your wrist and the frantic movement of his lips keeps you still. You find yourself melting into it- you missed his kisses. Missed him.

As much as you want to pull back and continue to fight with him-you can’t. You relax into him, lips moving with his- almost rivaling his eagerness. When he feels you give in, his hands drop to your waist, nails biting into your plush flesh over the fabric of your shirt. You’re panting helplessly into his mouth, so desperate for the attention you’ve been deprived of for months. He’s pushing you backwards, guiding you further into the living room.

In a mess of lips and spit, you’re falling back first onto the couch and he’s following you, coming to straddle your thighs- hovering over you. His hands are back on you in an instant, running up your thighs and squeezing. His lips are back on yours, it’s a messy kiss that reminds you of how you two were when you first met. It’s sloppy, full of spit, and oh so Devine. You’re arching up into his touch, his cold hands running up your sides and then back down to your shorts. He wastes no time in gripping the waistband and tugging the fabric down your hips.

He’s pulling your shorts off you hastily and you help kick them off, whining into the kiss. Your lips don’t part once, he’s sucking your tongue into his mouth expertly, he knows exactly what to do to get your mind to go blank. He’s rough, hands gripping and kneading at your flesh like he can’t get enough.

He pulls away from the kiss to lift your shirt over your head. He wastes no time in pulling the fabric over your head and tossing it to an unknown corner of the living room. When the cool air hits your bare skin you’re overtly aware of your bare form. You two haven’t been intimate since you got pregnant. Your body has changed in ways that admittedly you weren’t fond of. A wave of self conscious that rolls through you when you see Nam-Gyu above you, eyes flitting down your naked from like he’s trying to memorize you.

It makes you want to cover yourself- so you do. Your arms fall over yourself to cover your breasts and stomach, shielding yourself from his gaze. His brows furrow and a growl resounds from his throat. You cant even fight him when he grabs your wrists and pulls your arms away from your body, pinning them to the couch. “Don’t you dare fucking hide from me.” His voice is low, almost threatening, and does nothing to help the wetness that grows between your legs.

“Yeah…that’s it, ma.” He rasps, nodding his head slowly, eyes trained on your body. His hands let go of your wrists, you know better than to move your arms back over your body- he would get up and leave you hot and bothered if you disobeyed- he lets out an accepting hum when you keep your arms by your sides.

“Mmm…beautiful fuckin tits…” he coos in a low, gravely tone, his hands reaching up to grasp at the doughy mounds of flesh. He’s kneading your breasts, you can feel the way his cock is straining against his pants, twitching and growing against your thigh with each movement of his hands. “So swollen now, huh?” He says as he leans down, his mouth latching onto one of your nipples.

You’re so sensitive, it’s almost like an electric jolt that runs up your spine. He hums into your skin when he feels your body shake against him. The breast that isn’t being attacked by his mouth is being kneaded in his hand. He’s pinching your nipple, rolling it between his fingers to bring the bud to a stiff peak. You’re helpless underneath him and his mouth is relentless. He can’t get enough of your enlarged tits, he’s switching his mouth to the breast that once was in his hand- wanting to give the same amount of attention to both of the picturesque tits before him.

He pulls off your nipple with an obscene ‘pop’, the sound only adding to the overwhelming feeling you’re experiencing. All this attention after going months without it, it felt surreal. You knew you should push him off and scold him, kick him out, but it feels so good- you just can’t bring yourself to push him away- it feels too fucking good.

“Mmm,” he hums against your skin, you can feel him begin to grind the forming erection in his pants into your leg as he continues his relentless onslaught of bites and kisses, leaving blue and purple patches that blossom across your skin in his wake. His hands are moving across your body, groping at the doughy flesh like a cat kneading a fluffy pillow. “Gotten so curvy, pretty thing….” He mumbles, biting down particularly hard right under your breast. “Such a good mama…” his lips tickle your skin when he speaks.

You can hear how his words are slurred, his hands are jittery, he’s definitely on something and you know you should stop this and not let him swoon you like every other time he’s stumbled in the door fucked up late at night. He’s doing this to soothe your anger, to get you off his case. At least that’s what you thought.

That wasn’t his motive, although that reasoning could apply- he was really doing it to get your guard to lower. You accused him of cheating, scolded him like a child in his own home, you were gonna feel his anger. And he was strategic, manipulative even, you should be aware of it you’ve been with him long enough…but for some reason you’re not. He looks down at you and he sees you softened, you’re panting under him, pupils dilated like his now, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt like you’re trying to ground yourself.

He makes an insanely quick, rough, combination of movements- shifting one of his legs between your legs, pressing up into your cunt, and one of his hands darts down to grip your neck right under your chin, awkwardly forcing your face upwards to meet his gaze more directly. “….but you don’t know when to shut the fuck up.” He has a sadistic, mocking grin twisted across his lips.

You let out a pathetic, surprised squeak that falls into a moan. The rough fabric of his pants pressing into your throbbing pussy has your eyes crossing and fluttering shut. You reach a hand up to grip at his wrist, opening your eyes to glare up at him with some measly attempt of a scowl, trying not to let him win so easily, trying to not give him the satisfaction of your docility.

“Yeahhh…” he mocks, a wide grin on his face, his hand that grips your neck and jaw wiggles your head around to further his mocking, like he’s rubbing something in, “keep that smartass scowl on your face. So fuckin’ sexy when you’re angry.” He hisses, his free hand comes down and roughly slaps your breast, his eyes watch the flesh recoil and ripple under the impact, and when you arch into the touch and let out a pretty whimper his hand is groping at the plump flesh harshly. Of course your defiant scowl has faltered.

He lets out a low laugh and trails his hand down your stomach, his grip on your neck tightening ever so slightly, “see…can’t even keep it up…ya ain’t mad…” he coos in an annoying, sardonic tone. His hand releases your breast and runs down your stomach, nails dragging into your skin just the slightest bit. His hand grips at the flesh of your stomach- like he’s admiring it, basking in the feeling of your softness in his hand. “No~ you’re not mad…” he continues, hand running over your pubic bone, thumb catching the top of your pussy, just above your clit- pulling up the slightest bit.

His view of your cunt is shrouded by your thighs clenching around his leg that is between them. You’re heaving against his touch squirming your hips into his hand, silently begging for more. “Not mad at all…just needy. Need me to play with your pussy, hm?” He says in a low growl, his thumb inching the slightest bit closer to your clit- still not where you needed it most. You’re ashamed of the little resolve you have left, you’re still trying to twist your face into an angry scowl while writhing under his hand. It’s like your hips have a mind of their own, desperately rolling into his touch even though the rest of your body is telling you to stop this and have some resilience to his ways….but you simply can’t stop.

“You’re acting all mad like ya hate me…...” He says, leaning down closer to you, his hand that was still pinning you to the couch by your neck squeezing more. He shifts his knee, pressing it deeper into your cunt. You let out a wanton sigh in response, your eyes screwing shut as your hips grind mindlessly into his leg. His other hand moves off your pubic bone and runs up your leg. When he gets to your knee he’s shoving your legs apart and parting your other leg open with his knee that was grinding up into your cunt.

It’s such a fast motion that you have no option to fight him. Your glistening pussy is now on full display for him to see. It’s shameful, your folds stick together with your own syrupy arousal, thick streams of wetness seep out of your entrance and begin to drip on the leather couch under you. Nam-gyu’s eyes are captivated by your cunt, he’s biting his lip and breathing heavy like a lion about to eat a bountiful feast of meat- animalistic, primal. “Ohoo~” he says with a mocking tilt of his head, “yeah, you can act mad all you want…but, she’s not mad at me.” He says, his fingers sliding inwards and down your spread leg, pulling your folds to the side to see you fully.

“Ohhhhh….” He drawls out, licking his lips at the sight. His hand on your neck loosens its grip and trails down your body to mirror his other hand, spreading you completely. You’re on full display, there’s no hiding the effect he had on you, there’s no denying that your anger has long since been overrun by lust and need, and he’s staring so hard- it’s so embarrassing. He can see how your cunt clenches around nothing, quivering as if to further show your bashfulness. “Already fucking soaked, what a slut. Barely even have to touch you and your needy pussy’s already crying f’me.”

Your eyebrows turn upwards, you’re biting your lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to keep your noises suppressed. With your lips pulled apart by his thumbs, your puffy clit is on full display. Nam-gyu is cursing to himself, pulling away one hand to hastily undo the button of his pants and unzip the zipper. He’s pushing his boxers and his pants down his thigh to free his aching cock from its confines. He’s thick, veiny, and has a mean upward curve that no matter how hard you try, you can never forget how good it makes your pussy feel.

He pumps his dick a few times, groaning at the sensation. He stops to return his hand back to your inner thigh, thumb brushing up and down in quick motions over your clit. Your hips are immediately canting upwards off the couch, a gasp is pulled from your throat and your nails bite into the couch- threatening to tear the fabric. He would normally bask in that reaction, relish in it, thumb your clit over and over until you’re singing like a song bird for him. But, that was normally; it wasn’t now.

“You better keep your hips still, brat. This isn’t a reward for you.” He barks, looking up at you with dark, narrowed eyes. “I’m jus’ takin whats mine, ‘s not for you.” He scolds, you know he’s still set on punishing you. And for some reason, you let him. You’re looking down at him desperately and panting, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration as you try so hard to keep your hips still so you can get the attention you so desperately need. It’s a downright sinful, completely and utterly desperate expression, your flushed cheeks just the most perfect accessory.

His scowl turns into a wicked grin when he sees the last bit of resilience you have crumble completely and you turn into a pathetic heap on the couch. “Mhmm…” he nods slowly, “S’ what I thought. Just a lil needy thing ain’t ya?” You whine at his words. He’s speaking in a mean, sardonic tone that makes your mine spin. You don’t even think about it, but you find yourself nodding, letting out a muffled ‘mhm’ in hopes of getting on his good side.

He seems to accept your meek response because he’s settling down onto the couch, lowering his face until it’s level with your cunt. You’re gripping the couch and biting your lip until it’s bleeding, trying to keep your hips still. His breath fans over your folds causing a soft mewl to fall from your lips. Your head falls back onto the armrest of the couch as he licks a wide strip up the entirety of your cunt.

He’s groaning into your pussy when he gets his first taste of you. It’s been too long since he’s been buried tongue deep in your sweet cunt, he doesn’t know how he’s gone without it for so long. He doesn’t ease you into it, he doesn’t slowly coax soft whines from your throat- no, he’s delving in and eating you like a man starved. His tongue is vicious, licking through your folds, teasing your entrance, only to trace back up and twirl in mind-numbing figure eights against your clit.

“O-oh my god…” you breathlessly moan, thighs closing around his head. His eyes roll back and flutter closed when he feels the soft, thick flesh of your thighs tighten against his head. He wraps his arms around your thighs, dragging you up and down his flat tongue, slurping down every drop of arousal that seeps from your pussy. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. The sensation makes you jump and moan out a broken call of his name, your hips grinding down on his tongue in a pathetic attempt to seek even more pleasure.

When he feels your hips cant upwards, chasing his tongue he’s growling into your pussy. Hands splaying across your lower stomach to push your hips down- a warning. “Keep fuckin’ still.” He hisses, his words vibrating against your clit. Nam-gyu makes a show of eating your cunt. He’s messy, making obscene slurping sounds as he coaxes more and more sticky arousal from your spasming walls. This wasn’t for you, this was for him. He was going to enjoy the heavenly flavor of your cunt his way. You want to grind against his tongue, become impossibly closer to him and sink his tongue deep within your walls- you know if you do, you’ll be going against his orders. He’s deliberately making this a challenge for you. He wants you to disobey him. Wants you to give him even more of a reason to fuck you into complete submission.

When you feel his tongue begin to prod its way into your entrance, you’re keening and bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. You muffle your wrecked moans as he tongue fucks you. It’s such a devine feeling for him, your cunt clenching around his tongue, the flavor of you covering his tastebuds, thick thighs clenching around his head, pussy wetting his chin, and nose breathing in your scent as he grinds it into your clit. All of it reminds him of why even after all the horrible shit he’s put you through, he’s never cheated and he always returns home to you. He wants to savor it, draw it out. Maybe you’ve learned your lesson and he can be nice- give you both what you want.

But he can’t, because you’re sobbing out muffled pleas from behind the hand that covers your mouth and jerking your hips up, swiveling them down on his tongue to try and drive him even deeper into your walls. You don’t even mean to do it but when you realize you were going against his orders it’s too late.

His dark eyes peer up at you through thick lashes, you can feel the sadistic grin that twists across his lips against your sopping folds, you know you fucked up. You pull your hand away from your mouth, “N-no, no, ‘m s-sorry. Can’t help it! Y-you’re not making it easy!” You’re pleading with him as he’s pulling away from your cunt. “P-please! I n-need it.” You try to beg more, trying to get back on his good side and get his tongue back against your clit but he doesn’t accept your offer

Nam-Gyu sits back up on his knees, his hands moving up to your waist and squeezing, “I gave you more than enough chances…” he coos, eerily sweet, “was eating your sweet cunt good, wasn’t I?” He scoffs with a raise of his eyebrow. You nod frantically, your hands reaching down to cover his, running up his arms, trying to sweeten him up, “Mhm! S-so good! ‘S why I couldn’t keep still!” You praise, batting your eyelashes up at him.

You think for a split second that you managed to win him back over, a relief washes over you when you think you’re going to be granted the salvation of his tongue on your throbbing pussy once again. But his grin widens and his hand slide down, grasping at your hips with a primal grip.

“Well, since you want to act like a bitch in heat…” he says, the low timbre of his voice sends shivers violently jolting through your whole body. You’re suddenly picked up off the couch by your hips and flipped over. You inwardly scold yourself at how you almost instantly fall into a position on all fours with your back deeply arched. You hear him scoff at your eagerness, “…then you’re gonna be fucked like a bitch in heat.”

When his sentence finishes you can feel him drag the bulbous tip of his cock between your folds, mixing your arousal and his pre-cum into a stick mess that coats your pussy. You let out a shaky breath, you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Pushing your hips back, you whine, trying to sink him into your heat. But you weren’t the one in charge here…he was.

He was going to make sure you felt every, single inch of his cock sink into your tight cunt. And he was going to savor you desperately trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock like you have no other thought on your mind other than to be fucked.

“Already makin’ such a mess on my cock. You were so mouthy earlier…” he begins to slowly sink into your cunt only to pull all the way back, “…so bold, all up in my face…” he pushes back in to the tight ring of your pussy ever so slightly, “…so feisty.” And with that, his cockhead finally slips into your cunt. It makes a sickening, wet sucking sound as your pussy greedily sucks him in. “Now look at you.”

A moan is ripped from your throat, the extensive period of time that you have gone without fucked and the devilishly slow entrance of just his tip into your sopping walls already has your toes curling. A moan is ripped from your lips as you drop your chest fully onto the couch, your back arched sinfully deep for him, pressing him deeper into you.

“‘S just the tip and you’re already creamin’ around me like a slut…” He muses, leaning forward a bit to grab both of your arms and cross them behind your back. Both your wrists are restrained by one of his hands. You gasp as your pulled upwards, your face pulled off the leather of the couch. “Heh…. I’m gonna break ya sweetheart…”

His hips become flush with yours in a split second, his cock is balls deep within your cunt. The sudden intrusion has you letting out a silent sob. Instantly, you’re so very full. Nam-gyu is stretching you around him, molding your pussy to the shape of him, removing the thought of leaving him from your mind completely. How could you when he filled you up oh so perfectly.

He stays balls deep inside you for a moment, bringing his hips to a slow grind. “Yeahhh….that’s it… ya feel how deep I am?” He asks, his voice rough and breathy, “Only I can give this pussy what she needs…” he growls, pulling his cock all the way out and then immediately slamming right back in. You’re crying out, eyes crossing and your vision goes hazy. “I’m the only one who can cum in your greedy cunt….” He says, repeating the same motion. When he’s back to being balls deep inside you, he’s leaving over your back and bringing his lips ring next to your ear, “you carried my child.”

He’s emphasizing the word “my” by rolling his hips against your ass, grinding the tip of his cock against your cervix. You hated it, but he was right, the moment you carried and gave birth to his child- you were his. From the moment you two met- you were his.

You’re moaning helplessly, gasping an incoherent mix of his name and curses, you’re becoming boneless in his grasp. It feels so fucking good. He gives you no time to adjust before he’s sitting back up and pumping his cock in and out of your tight cunt. The thrusts are vicious, mean even, his thick girth is stretching you impossibly wide and your pussy welcomes him openly, greedily sucking him in.

“Mhm…there you go…she missed me didn’t she?” Nam-gyu rasps, using his grip on your wrists to drag you back to meet every single one of his hard thrusts. His eyes are focused downwards, he’s entranced by the ripple of your ass everytime it comes back to meet his hips. You’re much thicker, curvier, softer than before. Pregnancy had changed your body in ways that sparked a primal hunger inside of him.

You helplessly sob out, the overwhelming pleasure completely taking over your body. Your hips are pushing back to meet his thrusts, trying to sink his cock impossibly deeper into your tight heat. He laughs from above you, realizing your desperation for more. “Greedy fuckin’ thing…” he growls, it’s a dark, gravely tone that sends goosebumps down your arms, “what, ‘s not enough for you?” He chides like you’re giving him a challenge, you can hear the sadistic grin that is spread across his lips.

You’re gasping, shaking your head frantically “n-no ‘s e-enough! ‘S so good!” You try to plead with him by praising his efforts, fearing the impending overstimulation that is about to be thrown on you. He’s drawing his hips back until just the tip of his cock is inside you, he’s humming like he’s thinking to himself. “Hmm…” he lets out, just trusting his cockhead inside your sopping pussy, “you can still talk…so I don’t think it’s enough.” You can hear the mocking pout in his voice, teasing you further.

Nam-gyu lets go of your wrists he was holding behind your back, hands finding their spot on your hips, squeezing the doughy flush in his fists. He’s pile driving his hips flush against your ass in one thrust, sinking balls deep into your gushing cunt. Instantly, he’s stretching you deliciously, pushing into your spasming walls until the tip of his cock is flush against your cervix. A wrecked sob rips through your throat and you’re falling forward onto the leather couch.

He leaves you no time to gather yourself, his hips draw back until just the tip is inside you and then thrusting balls deep inside your warm cunt in rapid, devious strokes. As much as you wish it wasn’t true, he knows your body like the back of his own hand, he knows every little thing that makes you tick, he knows just how to make you cream around his cock- and he wants to make you a mess. He’s driving his thrust upwards at a mean angle, making sure every thrust is hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. All you can do is moan out pathetic babbles of his name and praises.

“Yeahhhh, that’s it…” he coos mockingly, his hips slamming into you at a brutal pace, “‘s all you needed huh? A good fucking to calm you down.” His tone is hushed, his hands are leaving a bruising grip on your hips. He can’t keep his eyes off the way your ass jiggles with every thrust, the way his cock disappears between the soft flesh and reappears covered in your syrupy arousal.

Admittedly, he was right, you did need this. It had been months since you two fucked and the way his cock was stretching you out, hammering against the deepest spot within you, had your body so overwhelmed. Your hand is clasped helplessly over your mouth, muffling the moans that spill from your lips. His grip on the globes of your ass is nearly painful, using it as leverage to pull you back onto him.

“Missed this fucking pussy..” he growls from behind you, “reminds me of why I got you fucking pregnant…” he rambles on, “gripping me so tight, s’impossible to pull out.”

His words make your eyes roll into the back of your head. Every thrust of his hips bullies his cock up against your cervix in a way that has you gasping for air. You’re sobbing incoherently against your hand, every drag of his thick cock reminded you of how you even got to this point in the relationship- the dick was insanely good.

He releases one of your hips to slap your ass, it’s a resounding smack that stings and has the flesh recoiling under the contact, “fucking hell….” He muses, one of his hands coming up and brushing his hair back out of his face, his eyes never straying from the view of your ass slamming against his hips. “Fuck yourself back against me..c’mon, wanna see it.” He rasps out.

He slows his thrusts, nearly stopping completely. Chasing a high you haven’t felt in ages, your body complies. You immediately begin thrusting back, impaling yourself on his thick cock. It’s a delicious, devine stretch that has you biting the palm of your hand. You repeat the motion, speeding up with every wet slap of your hips against his. “Good fuckin’ girl.” Nam-Gyu is praising.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the delicious release of your orgasm, it’s quick, embarrassingly so, but you’re stretched so full and every time you sink him balls deep into your tight heat- a mind numbing wave of pleasure is sent up your spine. It’s an addictive feeling that you keep chasing desperately without even realizing it. You’re speeding up the backwards thrust of your hips, every time you meet his thighs with your ass a wet ‘clap’ resounds through the room.

“O-h fuck, that’s it… j-just like that. D-don’t you dare fucking stop.” Nam-gyu hisses out, a hand coming to thread itself in your hair and form a fist. He cranks your head back, a silent scream falls from your lips as you keep up the motion of your hips, sinking your cunt down onto him. You couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. “Look at that fucking ass…” He muses, praising the body you were worried he didn’t even like.

He’s leaning forward a bit, his head hooking over your shoulder so his lips were right by your ear. His new position causes the movement of your hips to still, he picks up the slack by rolling his hips into a slow grind. “Gonna cum so f-fucking deep in your cunt.” He growls into your ear. You can hear that he has his teeth clenched, he’s speaking through his teeth like you and your pussy would be the death of him. “O-ohhhhhh, you like that… can feel you squeezing me..y-you want me to cum inside?” He pants, the hand in your hair turns your head to the side so he can leave harsh bites along the column of your neck as he grinds his cock impossibly deeper into you.

“C’mon answer me.. wan’ me to cum in you? Get you pregnant again…” He mocks, “…keep ya like this.” He growls lowly, his hand releasing your hair to grip at the fat of your hips and lower stomach, he’s even punctuating his words with a devious roll of his hips that grinds his cock into your g-spot. A wanton whine falls from your lips. Your back arches even more, deepening into a sinful curve that has Nam-Gyu spinning.

You should say no, call him some name and tell him to go fuck himself. “Nnghh… f-fuck y-yes!” You cry out in a hushed plea, you can’t help it. You need it. trying to thrust back onto his cock. You can feel how wet you were, making a mess of the backs of your thighs and the couch below you. “I-inside please!” You sob, eyebrows knitted together in a pleasured expression. You need so badly to once again experience the feeling of his thick cum filling you.

With both hands holding your hips he’s drawing your body back violently, impaling you on his girth. Every thrust is echoed by a lewd, sticky, ‘schlick’ sound that only proves how much of an influence he has on you. His cock has a mean curve that reaches so deep within you it has you seeing stars. The warmth of your orgasm beginning to blossom over your body and tingle deep within your cunt.

Every time he draws back his hips he’s dragging his cock out of your sopping walls until just the tip rests in your fluttering entrance then driving his hips forward to sink balls deep into you. You know you’re about to cum, embarrassingly fast. Moan after moan falls from your lips as your eyes cross and roll back in pure bliss. “T-that’s it, make a mess on my cock f’me.” Nam-gyu growls through clenched teeth, one hand reaching around to rub quick circles on your clit. The feather light touches that glide across your throbbing bundle of nerves is enough to send you over the edge.

“Ohmygodholyfuck.” You babble out incoherently, fingers digging into the fabric of the couch as you fall head first into a violent orgasm. Your pussy flutters around his cock, squeezing him like a vice. “Mhmm…f-fuck yeah that’s it…” He hisses, his thrusts becoming sloppy, his other hand on your hips drops under you to grab at your swollen tits in frantic motions, the feeling of the doughy flesh in his hands jiggling with each of his thrusts is all it takes to drive him over the edge.

He’s working you through your orgasm with skilled fingers, your body shaking against his as he cums deep inside your cunt. You can feel it, it’s so much. It fills you even more than his cock already did, coating your gummy walls in its milky white color.

He thrusts lazily a few more times, making sure he properly fucks his cum into your spasming cunt. Your body is shaking and jolting violently against the couch, you can hear the obscene, wet, ‘plap’ of the mixture of your cum and his falling out of your cunt and hitting the sofa below you. The room is filled with alternating heavy breaths and the smell of sex. He slides his hands up and down your sides before resting back on your hips and slowly grinding his cock into you. He can barely bring himself to pull out, the warmth of your cunt is literally sucking him in. He can hear your overstimulated whines of protest with each slow roll of his hips and it drives him wild.

Eventually, he too gets overstimulated- your cunt is simply too good, his personal drug he’s addicted to, his own vice (but he’s never tell you that)- he’s pulling out his softening cock with a hiss, sitting back on his heels to watch his cum slowly seep out of your pussy that still is gaped with the shape of his cock. He groans, eyes rolling back into his skull as he tries to imprint the visual in his brain.

He collapses back onto the couch, one hand on your hip to make you follow suit, gently landing back first on his chest. You try to catch your breath, limply turning yourself over to fall back onto him. When you tuck yourself into his side his arm drapes over your waist. He places a kiss on the top of your head that’s so quick and gentle that you almost can’t feel it. You nuzzle his head onto his chest, you can hear the rapid thrum of his heartbeat. You can’t form words. All you can do is let out a shaky sigh. It’s quiet in the room, only sound you can hear is your heaving breaths that eventually fall into sync with each other.

“You have got to change.” You say, the edge in your voice just emphasizes that you’re hanging on by the thinnest thread possible. You want this to work out- you do- you love him and you adore your child. You want to be a regular family.

“I know.” He says, his voice breathless. His arm tightens around the curve of your waist, pulling you into him like you might suddenly get up and run away-because you might- he can tell with your voice it’s different this time, you’re serious. And he wants to change, he does…he just doesn’t know if he has it in him.

I hope you guys enjoyed this one 😙😙😙 I really appreciate all of y’all’s support it means so much!! I’m working through the requests I have and whipping up some noice fics! Yall have fantastic minds 😩 all the requests are so scrumptious

Im trying to gather all my marbles after being sick so the queue I had goin is a little wonky. im working through it and will update yall on said queue of requests next post! Love yew guys !! - kiwi

[thanosspills]

THANOS/CHOI SU-BONG HEADCANNONS

NSFW & SFW

SFW:

~ Asks you to paint his nails for him

~ Loves to hug you when you come home, before you leave, pretty much every time he sees you. aggressively but in a sweet way :')

~ Freestyles/raps around the house and when you guys are out walking together ~ Asks for help dying his hair ~ Wants matching tattoos ~ Asks you to come rap/make music with him for fun ~ Runs and kisses you as soon as he's off stage, looks toward you all the time in the middle of performing

~ Takes pictures of you when you're not looking and admires them ~ Finds it so sexy when you wear his clothes and his merch

~ Can never just kiss you on the lips, has to kiss all around your head to your neck

NSFW:

~ Pretty much likes sex exclusively rough but will accommodate and pace himself if you ask

~ Likes to lightly "choke" you but barely squeezes, he just enjoys the view of his hand tattoos and rings on your throat

~ Doesn't let any of you go to waste; after giving head he licks his lips, fingers, your thighs, all of it

~ LOVES EYE CONTACT, he'll force you to look at him, moving your head and lifting up your chin even if you just want to roll your eyes in the back of your head. Also loves to smugly look up at you as he greedily eats you out

~ Praises you, calls you his "good fucking girl" and of course lets out the occasional "fuck, Senõrita"

~ Lowkey likes face-slapping

~ Loves to shove his fingers in your mouth as he gets rougher, especially with the rings

~ Gets a lot more chatty when you're about to cum, encourages and teases you; "Fuck, senõrita" "You're so fucking close" "Make my fucking dick wet, baby" ~ Likes to pick you up and throw you on the bed, loves feeling strong and dominant when he holds you up as you sit on his face

omg thank you guys for reading my first post! I'm still getting the hang of writing NSFW so if you enjoyed this let me know and comment some headcannons of yours!

I feel like when people make these they forget how soft and playful Thanos could be so it kinda bothers me when people portray him as super rough and dominant all the time. Like cmon now Thanos would worship his girl

[thanosfavslytherin]

[your-writer-beta-side-piece]

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR A HWANG JUN HO X OC!!!

HE’S HOME GUYS!

Oh thank GOD! You are an absolute king/queen!!!

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ── ★ h.jh. (prologue)

love at first sight happens between the police officer and a bright, innocent woman. they shared a deep connection that meant they needed each other more than anything, even when they experienced the same nightmare.

⤷ pairing: hwang jun-ho x fem!oc

⤷ genre/tags: fluff, angst, thriller, psychological drama, established relationship, team bonding, financial issues, games, action, betrayal, foreigner!soft!oc, protective!junho

⤷ wc: 400+ words

⤷ note: enjoy my friends! it's a sweet prologue

⤷ language key: korean, english

❰ 2022, SOUTH KOREA. ❱

Summer days open as the letter of a lover, warm words of light radiating onto welcoming skin.

It all happened when a twenty-one-year-old woman visited South Korea for a family vacation. Despite wanting a fun summer break, the language barrier was a challenge. She did her best to communicate with locals in her poor Korean. But there was a moment when she tried buying crepes, and a gentleman approached her. 

“Okay, mama. I’ll meet all of you at the park.” 

A petite beauty named Lilymae Reed or Lily hangs up and finds a cute bakery she wants to try. One of the workers behind the country greets Lily and she greets back. She is in a different country so she must know some Korean language and culture. Lily was born and raised in the States, so there is a major difference. Here comes the hard part. She isn’t sure she can do it herself. 

Unknowingly, the American woman didn’t notice someone came up to her.

“Do you need help, miss?” His deep voice erupts her concentrated yet anxious thoughts. Lily jolts a little and turns to her left. She expected to be some other man, but this man was super handsome. He has warm brown eyes like he could put her into a trance, a tall stature, onyx hair set over his forehead, perfect facial structure, and dressed in casual clothes. He looks like a model, but he is a regular person. 

Lily stutters, “O-Oh, um! I don’t know Korean.” She gestures with her mouth and ears and uses her index fingers to create an X. Good thing, the stranger understood what Lily meant. He picked up quicker than a tiger. 

The Korean man apologizes, “My bad. I can speak some English but not fluently.” He changes languages which surprises the foreigner. His heart fluttered when he saw her cute expression, which never happened to him before. The stranger kindly tells Lily, “I can help you order.” 

She responds, “Of course! Thank you so much!” The petite girl has him join the line. Soon enough, they reach the register and the Korean man orders Lily’s four crepes. The worker gives the total amount and when she is about to pay, he stops her. “I can do it. If that's good with you.” He offers his help. Lily’s eyes bulge in shock. How is someone so handsome can be this loyal? She nods her head to let him do it. 

Once the gentleman takes the sweet treats and gives them to Lily, they leave the bakery. 

“Thank you again. I’m Lily, by the way.” She appreciates him and says her name. Lily offers her hand for a handshake. The charming man brings a smile to his face. “You’re welcome. I’m Jun-ho. Nice to meet you.” He gently takes her hand into his grasp. 

From that very precious moment, their love story began. 

series masterlist | one

[niniwritesxo]

masterlist !!!

꩜ .ᐟ i mostly write smut and angst

which fandoms do i currently write for?

squidgame

bts

hamzahthefantastic

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kang dae-ho/player 388:

‘you thirsty?’

‘you thirsty?’ pt.2

‘please’

‘please’ pt.2

nsfw alphabet

nam-gyu (player 124):

nsfw headcanons

nsfw alphabet

‘ready for it doll?’ (requested fic)

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

series ! ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

‘we’re teaming up’

‘we’re teaming up’ pt.2

‘we’re teaming up’ pt.3

‘we’re teaming up’ pt.4

cute coffee guy pt.1 (series)

‘cute coffee guy’ pt.2 (series)

hamzahthefantastic (slushynoobz)

series ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

‘what happened?’

‘what happened’ pt.2

what happened pt.3

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one shots !

‘was it baby?’

‘more than just a photo dump?’

[saymio]

⤷┆ MASTERLIST

𓂃𓈒 welcome to saymio's matserlist. i hope you enjoy my fics, almost all my content will contain NSFW and/or dark themes and are fem!reader. MDNI

SQUIDGAME

MALE CHARACTERS

.ᐟ Hwang Inho hcs smut

.ᐟ Thanos hcs smut

.ᐟ Kang Daeho hcs smut

.ᐟ The Salesman hcs smut

.ᐟ Silent Obsession: Hwang Inho smut

.ᐟ Little Girls Shouldnt Be Out Alone: The Salesman smut

FEMALE CHARACTERS

.ᐟ Guns Aren't Toys: Kang Noeul smut

ᵎᵎ... there seems to be nothing else...come back later for more content ...ᵎᵎ

[silenceinwind]

Let’s keep this short n’ simple.

I write fics, mostly smut/nsfw.

My content can range to anywhere, but my main interests are:

Left4Dead $

DeadRising

DaysGone

TheLastOfUs

RedDeadRedemption $

SquidGame $

DevilMayCry

TheWalkingDead

SuicideSquad:KillTheJusticeLeague $

ResidentEvil $

Cyberpunk $

N’ other video game stuff. Can you tell I like zombies 🧟‍♂️? Hope my stuff is smth you enjoy.

I only do mlm/tm stuff, don’t expect to see anything besides literally only dude shit. Im gay so it checks out.

Btw— If anybody stumbles upon this acc and is asking themselves “This looks familiar to another user I followed.” That’s actually me, I deleted my acc due to my own reasons. So I’m re-uploading my old content and publishing new content.

[runawayonryo]

shot in the dark (gi-hun x fem reader)

((can make male version/other character versions if requested. btw requests are open fore everyone!!))

Warnings: blood & violence, crude humor, adult language, serious ingury, angst, reader gets hurt, fluff, eventual smut ;) , unprotected sex, handjob, blowjob, oral sex

characters: seong gi-hun, random assholes, sangwoo (shortly), you

alternate timeline: the squidgames were terminated and you didn’t return.... or did you?

(since i always recommend songs to listen to whilst reading this...)

this times song recommendation: https://youtu.be/8LvAiJYKoSM

this fic is kinda long so let’s goooo

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“i don’t have your money!” the man’s grip on your shoulders pressed against the wall became stronger. the man had two apprentices behind him watching.

“you had three fucking months!” tears formed at the corners of your eyes. You could barely move since you were forced against a wall, a gun pointed at your chest. One hand touching the cold brick wall, and the other, behind you gripping your phone. You were on your way home to see your boyfriend gi-hun and his daughter ga-yeong. But were stopped by loansharks and now, you’re stuck in this awful position. As if struck by an idea, you carefully looked down at your phone while the man in front of you was focussed on his apprentices bahind him (still holding the gun against your chest).

You quickly dialed gi-hun’s number, praying he’d pick up.

*ringing*

“come on....” you thought. *ringing* after what felt like an eternitly he picked up. You didn’t say a word, instead moved your hand behing your back and started crying out loud. The man turned back to you and pushed the gun further into your chest. His index finger was resting on the trigger, one wrong move, and you’re fucked. “shut up bitch! i want my money, now!”

“i don’t have your money!” you prayed silently that gi-hun was listening and picked up on what was going on. Your house was only a block away so if you could run, you’d be home in two minutes. But you can’t.

“you promised you’d have it!” one of his hands on the gun, the other resting on your throat now. you gasp for air before he slowly starts choking you. “b..bitch” you whisper. “well if you don’t have our money, you can pay with your body....” he mumbled. “i’m n.. *gasp* a prostitude!” is was a sturggle to breathe. But it was still possible. “i don’t mean that. *chuckle*”

He releases his hand from your neck, gun still pointed at your chest he draws a knife from his pocket and points it at your abdomen.

“you can pay with your body, your kidney would be worth ₩700.000″

Now your panicking. Where is gi-hun when you need him most?? But, you’Re also glad he isn’t there... before anything happens to him. You start shaking and you feel the tip of the knife piercing through your jacket. “pp..please!” you start crying. “shhhhh it’s gonna hurt more if yo-” *gunshot*

you quickly look up and see one of the apprentices on the ground, the other running off. “gi-hun!” you practically scream. There he was, gun pointed at the man in fornt of you, and in the other hand, his phone still connected to yours.

He looked like the badass hero in a movie, and he deserves that title you thought. “let her go...” he stated ready to shoot the man’s brains out. The man turns around and looks at you, finger stil resting on the trigger. Then he looks back at your boyfriend. “*laughs* is this some sort of joke or something?”

“no i-” gi-hun was interrupted “seong gi-hun? seriously?” the man chuckled. “dude, i’m not here to play around, let her go. now.” gi-hun said slightly pushing the trigger, but not enough for it to activate yet. The man smiled. “alright...” slowly removing the gun from your chest and turning towards gi-hun.

“you can have your bitch...” he said followed by “but not alive...” in a millesecond he turns around and shoots your chest. You quickly gasped as you slid down the wall now sitting on the ground. The gunshot was followed by another from gi-hun’s gun and it struck the man’s throat making him fall to the ground. Gi-hun stormed towards you thtowing away his gun and pressing his free hand against the wound to prevent bloodloss. “p..please stay with my y/n..” he stuttered seeing him kneeled in front of you dialing an ambulance with his phone staring into your soul with the adorable puppydog eyes, made your heart melt. Was this it? Was this oyur final moment with gi-hun?

Your vision blurred as the quiet sound of sirens came closer before you shut your eyes.

“y/n...?” you heard a raspy quiet voice. As you slowly opened your eyes, you were nearly blinded by bright white lights. You look over to your side to see gi-hun sitting on a chair next to you. “shit... thank god... i..i tought..” tears were pouring down his cheeks before he could finish his sentence. You smile at him. “they had to perform surgery on your left oblique fissure..” ((part of the lung. google it. brother is a doctor so he helped me with this one haha))

“g..gi-hun?” you mumble through your respirator. “yes?” he asks holding one of your hands. “i...it hurts” you quietly cry. you could see the pain in gi-hun’s eyes. “i know baby... i’ll.. i’ll get a nurse...”

Weeks passed as you started recovering pretty well. After thee weeks you were sent home under occaisional supervision. Most activities impossible for you since you are bedbound. A nurse would come over every two days to change the bandage on your chest. Gi-hun was always there to help. He’d cook for you, wash you and treat you like a queen. “tt.thank you honey” you said as he brought your meal into the bedroom. “don’t thank me. i should thank you for staying so strong despite everything” your cheeks turned bright red as you slowly tried to lean up for a kiss. But you failed as the pain became to much. “oh shit be careful... he gasped and he helped you to lay back down. He leaned in for a kiss and you happily accepted it. Since he was standing right next to you, and you were laying on the bed, he was at perfect hight for...

“fuck baby...” he looked down to see your hand gently rubbing his clothed boner. “we can’t do this ye-” his words were interrupted by a slight groan. You chuckle at his reaction to your touch. “do i look like i care?” you whisper. He slowly leans back up and looks down at you. You move your hand to his waistband slowly pulling down his pants and boxer shorts. “baby i really don-” “we can be careful” you mumbled before his boner sprung free.

“please.. i don’t think this is a good ide- fuck” he was interrupted by your lips on the tip of his cock. His head fell back slightly as he moved his hand onto your head carefully playing with your hair as you work your way down his length. Your tounge swirled around the tip of his cock on your mouth as his moans and groans grow louder and raspier. He slowly pulled at your hair, removing your mouth from his cock. You look up at him with an innocent look. He chuckles as he carefully crawls on top of you spreading kisses around your neck. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this. But if you’re careful... you should be fine.

“as much as i want to see your beautiful...” he stutters. “tits?” you ask. “well you can also say that yeah... i’d personally say breasts...” he chuckled. He was used to your adult language. That’s just the way you express things...

“anyway... i won’t take your shirt off... i don’t want to hurt you...” “alright gi-hun” he continues to spread kisses and slight licks across your neck and his fingers play with the waistband of your pants. He couldn’t help but moan occaisionally as his cock grinds against your thigh. As his fingers get a firm grasp on your pants, he starts pulling them down. After leaning up and removing himself from your neck, he completley removes your pants and scoots back a little.

His fingers danced around your inner thigh making your grow needier by the second. “gi-hun please....” you whine. His finger move up to pull down your undies as he’s faced with your wet core. He looks up at your for a second as he starts kissing the inside of your thigh, his hands resting under your knees keeping your legs spread. His kisses move closer to your greedy pussy as he stops. His warm breath against your needy core made you whine and grow even needier. “don’t move too much alright? don’t want you to get hurt...” “gi-hun please!” he chuckles. “please what?” “for fuck sake gi-hun! please!” you whine. He chuckles again “alright princes... i’m sorry” he mumbles as he sinks his face into your folds. You tried not to scream his name. It’s been long since you were intimate with him and you needed this more than anything. But after a long lick from your hole to your aching clit, you can’t control it anymore. “fuck gi-hun!” you pratically scream as tears form in your eyes. His slow licks grow needier as he focusses his licks on your clit. He enjoyed this as much as you did. He slowly moves one of his hands away from your knee and towards your aching pussy. You start shaking not knowing, if you can handle that much stimulation. Your toes curl as he slowly inserts two fingers into you and beginns to figer-fuck you whilst his tounge is still working on your clit. “fucking hell...” you while as you start grinding against him. He chuckles at your reaction, his deep voice sending vibrations trough your body as he stimulates you. He slowly adds another finger to fuck you. “god damm it... gi-hun i’m.. c..” you whine. before you finish, your body hits you with an unreal feeling of pleasure. It’s so storng, you swear so saw stars. As you start coming down from your orgasm, your body tenses up again as gi-hun gives your pussy a final lick to taste your sweet juices. He slowly removes his fingers and comes back up to give you a heartwarming kiss. “i’ve missed how you taste...” he whispered into your ear.

He starts groaning into your neck as your hand plays with his cock. You stroke his length as you line it up with your entrence. with a singe thrust, his cock is twitching inside your pussy. You moan as he slowly beginns pounding into your core. He rests his arms between your wait and your arm laying on the bed. “w...we have to be careful” he mumbles as he groans in between words.

His thrusts are slow and steady. Normally, his pace would have been faster and rougher, but he made sure he wouldn’t hurt you. His face hovering above your, he leans in further locking lips with yours. His forehead was sweating as he tried not to cum too early. He removes his lips from yours as he rests his face between your neck and shoulder. “fuck.. i’ve missed this so damn much” he moaned into your neck as he bites down slightly making you moan as a response. You felt another orgasm approach as your moans grew louder. His thrusts still slow, but becoming sloppier. “fuck gi-hun... i’m coming” you whimper as your body hits you with that feeling again. Mere seconds later gi-huns moans grew so loud, it sounded like he hasn’t ever had sex before. “fuck...” he whines before his body stiffins and he releases inside you.

He leans back and pulls out. He admires his work for a minute before looking up at you. He chuckled at your fucked-out state as he says:

“c’mon sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up”

[arbitrarykiwi]

Third Times a Charm: Oral Fixation 2/3

Nam-Gyu (Player 124) x AFAB reader smut series

Summary: you ran into him three separate times. First was at a party, second time was at a club. And like his favorite drugs, he was addicted. The third time? Well he wasn’t going to let you get away so easy. Third times a charm and he was going to get his fix. ((Non-squid games au))

Warnings: Smut (18+), LONG (y'all.. I went over board: 6.4k words), id say this is significantly more debauched than the first chapter, alcohol use, drug use, substance mixing, stalker! Nam-Gyu themes (he finds your info online), porn with plot (long intro, there is a divider added for convenience if you wish to skip to the fuckin') , oral (m receiving), choking, dirty talk, name calling ((this chap. is significantly more gendered than the first one)) (pretty girl, good girl, whore and slut used once), face fucking, sugar daddy! Nam-Gyu themes, spitting, cum play, breath play, he’s nasty- got a filthy mouth on him, brief mention of death threats (he threatens somebody for interrupting y'all), proof read but I am dyslexic, there's prolly more- read at your own risk

Previous chapter: Taste Test 1/3

Next chapter: Bodytalk 3/3

AN: gonnna be so real yall, music inspo for this fic is São Paulo ft. Anitta by The Weekend…if you wanna read it with the fic be my guest 😋 (best time to start it is when yall meet again in da club)

The second time you ran into him was at a club.

It has been about two weeks since your interaction with him. Nam-Gyu. To say that he was all you thought about would be putting it lightly. The thought, the feel, the scent of him, was all you could think about.

Figuring with just a name to go off of and the drugged out crowd you often hung around, your luck of finding him was slim to none. You tried to search him up, nothing. All searches took you to was links about a ‘Club Pentagon’.

You tried to go out with some men, often finding yourself repulsed anytime they put your hands on you. Pushing them away and calling a cab to just go back home and get yourself off. None of those guys seemed worth your time- you’d just be thinking about him anyway.

His hands felt better. His lips felt better. He felt better.

You found yourself in your room, with a half smoked blunt hanging between your fingers as you scrolled through social media aimlessly. While scrolling you watched as a notification popped up at the top of your screen, your phone resonating a ‘ping’- a text from your friend asking you to go out to, none other than, Club Pentagon. You clicked the notification with a speed you didn’t know you had.

A reply is sent quick, agreeing to meet her at the club in a few hours. You stood up off your bed, taking a drag of the blunt you rolled- getting ready or not, you can’t waste it!

In the span of a couple hours you got ready, dolling yourself up in the best outfit you could think of. One of your favorite dresses, the one that was just a little too short but fit oh so perfect. You hope by some grace of the universe- he’s there. And with the chance that he may be there…you wanted to take a little extra time with your makeup.

After finishing off your blunt, taking more than a couple shots, and a excecuting perfect face of makeup- you’re calling a taxi with a nice buzz and making your way to Club Pentagon.

The night is cool when you step out the taxi. You pay and thank the cab driver, turning to find your friends in the long line of people. It doesn’t take long, they find you. They yell your name from the crowd, excitedly pulling you into the line. “God damn!! You look good!” One of your friends cheers, you laugh and give a little twirl. The group you find yourself in catches up, chatting, while walking slowly with the line of people waiting in queue for the club.

Soon you make it to the entrance, a large bouncer stands near a velvet rope that block the front door of the club. The large neon sign sporting the words ‘Club Pentagon’ flash a vibrant pint that illuminated the area outside the club.

Your group begins filling into a small cluster behind the velvet rope, waiting by the entrance for the rest of the group before heading into the club. Your friend in front of you passed the bouncer, adjusting her pink wristband sporting ‘21+’. It was the usual band bars around here used to signify the person wearing it was of age to drink.

You hand your ID to the bouncer patiently waiting to be let into the club. The bouncer looks to you then to your ID, he seems to re-read it then looks back up to you. “Wait here.” He tells you, stepping away. You look to your friend with a quirked eyebrow, wondering what the hold up is.

Your friend laughs, cupping her hands around her mouth and calling out to the bouncer. “She’s of age officer I swear!!” You reach over to swat her arm to get her to stop. “Bitch c’mon! For one, he’s not an officer. Two, that’s literally what someone with a fake ID would say.” You laugh, already tipsy from the pregame.

The bouncer returns with a chuckle at your friend’s antics. “Not worried ‘bout that girls.” He says to you and your friend with a jovial laugh. “Your name was familiar, saw it on the VIP list.” The bouncer says, to only you this time, placing a lime green wristband on your wrist, on it the acronym ‘VIP’ is printed around the entirety of the paper bracelet.

“Huh?” You say incredulously, you haven’t even been to this club before and you sure wouldn’t pay for a VIP band yourself. You look to your friend group, wondering if they had something to do with it. Their faces mimicked yours, confused, so they obviously had nothing to do with this.

“This must be a mistake- I didn’t pay for this.” You say not wanting to get overcharged. “No mistake Ma’am. One of our club promoters put you on the list personally.” He says opening the red suede rope to let you into the building.

You’re confused, you don’t know any club promoters. But you nod, in thanks to the bouncer as you join your friends. You are still wildly perplexed but not complaining- it’s a free all you can drink ticket! Your friends ‘ooo’ and ‘ahhh’ at you as you walk in with them.

“Which club promoter’s dick did ya suck to get that~” Your friend teases leaning into you, you laugh and shake your head. “Genuinely…no one’s. I have never been here before….the covers always been too high.” You say, your eyes scanning the grand entrance of the club- chandeliers covered the ceilings, various colored lasers reflecting off of the diamonds and dispersing into colored rays that flood the floor.

“Ohhh??? A secret admirer??!!” Your friends giggle as you make your way to the bar. You laugh her off, shaking your leaning on the bar. “For real I can’t imagine who would put me on the list…” You shrug as you all order your first round of drinks.

In your head you’re trying to find any possible reasoning. It’s couldn’t be him, could it?

Anytime you looked up his name, and you typed out those six letters more times than you could count over the weeks, he never came up….but this club that you find yourself at - Club Pentagon- did. Was he a club promoter here? Was he the club promoter that put you on the expensive VIP list?! Even if he was…you didn’t give him your name the last time you saw him. You were pulled away from him before you could even thank him for the mindblowing orgasm he gave you, let alone give him your name.

Your eyes darted around the place, examining the club that you never bothered to come to. Sure the cover was expensive but as you see the extravagant decoration, multiple stages lit up with flashing, multi-colored panels, and intricate carved marble columns throughout the place- the price seemed worth it.

You make good use of the VIP wristband, ordering rounds of shots that were covered by the lime green piece of paper that’s on your wrist. But you still can’t stop thinking of who would have put you on the list.

With the free VIP bracelet came an exclusive area within the club, a small lounge area that was one of many within the establishment. Each VIP with a bracelet and their group got one.

So there you found yourself, getting ready to head to the dance floor after spending some time on the plush leather couch of the sectioned off area.

You can’t count how many shots you’ve taken at the VIP table but you were feeling great. Your friends excitedly stood up, hearing one of their favorite songs come on. You laughed, standing with them to begin to head to the dance floor.

Your friends practically ran to the dance floor, leaving you there laughing at just how fast they made it- drunk and in heels nonetheless. Just when you’re about to leave your table you hear someone clear their throat.

You turn immediately to the person, your eyes widening. “Nam-gyu!” You say with a smile, walking over to him. He’s dressed to the nines, a black suit, a red undershirt that’s unbuttoned revealing his collarbones. He’s leaning against one of the columns that had intricate carvings on it.

He smiles, taking a drag from a blunt that he had. “Well, seems like you finally took advantage of your VIP privileges I gave you.” He says with a wicked grin. Under the flashing lights he looks like a snake ready to strike, it’s alluring in ways you can’t even put into words.

You gravitate towards him, your eyebrows raising as you realize he was the one to give you this VIP pass. “You’re the mysterious club promotor who gave me the VIP?” You question as you walk to him. You come close to him, standing in front of him- looking up at him.

He nods, looking you over like he’s a predator ready to catch his prey. His hand reaches out and dances along your arm in a light motion. You watch as his eyes take all of you in, his teeth catch the corner of his bottom lip. His chest heaves as he takes in a deep breath. You don’t know it but all he can think of is the way your cunt felt around his fingers and the way your cum tasted on his tongue. “Put your name on the list personally.” He responds.

“How’d you-“ You begin to say. He cuts you off, pulling you closer into him by the small of your back. “Find your name?” He says, almost mocking the way you’re sure you would have asked it. It’s a demeaning, taunting tone that does nothing to help the growing warmth in your lower stomach. You nod in response, swallowing thickly as his hand runs down the curve of your ass to grip at flesh.

He laughs, guiding you into the rhythm of the music. The hand that wasn’t gripping your ass held a lit blunt. He brought it up to his mouth and took a long drag. As he does, he doesn’t look away from you. His dark eyes are lit up in an orange hue as the cherry of the blunt rages when he draws in a hit. He drops his hand to his side again.

Smoke rolls out of his mouth in smooth streams as he looks down at you and grins. “Sweetheart, s’not that hard….” He drawls on, leaning down closer to you. A devious smirk spreads across his lips. “I didn’t just get your name, I found your phone number and address too.” He rasps, pulling back after his words to look at you.

He has a mischievous, almost wicked glint in his eyes that has you spinning. You should be freaked out, fighting against him for being some sort of crazed stalker- but you don’t. You keep grinding against him, your hands finding purchase around his neck.

Your eyes scan his, wide and trying to figure out what to do. ‘Cute’ he thinks. It was like your common sense was fighting your desire for him, and it was a battle he loved to watch. “You knew where I lived and had my number…why didn’t you-“

He cuts you off with a squeeze of your ass, once again, his ringed fingers gripping into the flesh as if you’d run away. He brings his hand up in between you two, holding the blunt so that it faces you. You can taste the wrap on your lips.

You look up at him through your lashes in a way that makes him want to forget pleasantries and fuck you here and now. But he restrains himself- nodding his head towards the blunt, his eyes never leaving yours.

When your lips wrap around the blunt and suck in the smoke, you can hear him hiss. He speaks through gritted teeth. “There you go….” He rasps. “Good fuckin’ girl.” He says, it’s a tone that makes you melt, you can hear the hunger in his voice, speaking through gritted teeth as if he was fighting himself from ruining you on the spot.

When you release the blunt and let the smoke billow out of your lips he speaks again, “You’re right,” he says, finally beginning to answer your question, grinning down at you. “I could have texted or showed up to your apartment…” He says as he spins you around against him, pressing your back into his toned chest.

“But I’m not some stalker..” He hums into your ear, hand hands all over you. “..so I just put you, my pretty little thing, on the VIP list. Hoping that you and your group of friends would show up here.” He hums in a low timbre that sends goosebumps up your skin.

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as you look back over your shoulder to at him.

“How could you have been so sure I would have came here?” You say your hand reaching back around him to entangle your fingers in his hair. You find yourself inhaling his cologne, even with significantly less drugs in your system than when you first met him- the scent is just as intoxicating.

“I wasn’t sure. In all honesty if I had to wait any longer I would have showed up on your door step.” He says, the tone in his voice tells you he’s not lying.

And it just makes you hotter.

“But there’s no need to think about that..you’re here now.” He breathes into your ear, his free hand that wasn’t holding the blunt, moving inwards from your waist, traveling down your stomach to grip at the inside of your thighs.

Wherever his hands go, they leave a trail of white hot fire, the only solace is the small cool sensation from the metal rings adorning his fingers. You arch into him, a small gasp coming out of your mouth at his fingers digging into your thighs, just centimeters away from where you needed them most.

“I was thinking about you…” You squeak out in a weak attempt to respond to him. “Tried to look you up.” You say, your breath hitching, breaking up your words into pathetic syllables as you feel him drag your ass against his growing hard on.

Maybe it was the way you were more coherent, less drugs in your system this time meeting him- or maybe it was the thin fabric of your dress leaving nothing to the imagination as he pressed against you- or maybe it was the way his fingers left you a shaking mess during your last meeting so you couldn’t pay attention - but you swore you could feel his erection against your back better than the last time you had an encounter with him.

And he was thick.

He laughs, the vibration tickling at the skin of your neck. “I’m not one to run around with the best crowd, sweetheart. Don’t need people findin’ me so easy.”

He puts the blunt out in a swift motion on an ashtray nearby. His one hand remains on your hip, the one now free from the blunt runs up your back.

He pushes, causing you to bend over in front of him. It’s raunchy, it’s debauched but you let it happen. His hand continues its path up your back to grip the hair at the base of your neck. The way your hips move in tandem is sinful. Your dress has long since bunched up above your ass, allowing his cock that strains against his pants to rub against your clothed cunt in the most delicious way possible.

You’re bent over in front of him, one of his hands tangled in your hair while the other continues the rhythmic sway of your ass against his erection.

“But I had no worry, I’d knew you’d find me eventually…huh, pretty girl?” He has with a scoff in his voice. “Like you said, been thinking about me….” He growls, his hand that’s in your hair pulls you back against him in a rough movement. You can feel the way his clothed cock is spreading your pussy, allowing the tent in his pants grind up against your clit.

A whine is pulled out of your throat as you press yourself back against him even more. Your head nodding in reply to his words. A low groan resides him his throat has he throws his head back, basking in the feeling of how warm his dick feels pressed against your clothed pussy. The slow grind of your body against his is in time with the music. The loud thrum of the bass only serving to make every moment of this even better.

He pulls you back up by your hair, the arm on your hip wrapping around your torso and caging you into him. “Y’know…I played your little game last time, fair and square. I’d say I impressed you at that little party, wouldn’t you?” He says into your ear as he shifts his hips upwards, deliberately dragging his clothed cock up into you, the only thing keeping him from sinking into your velvety walls was your underwear and his pants.

You let out a choked gasp, feeling yourself clench around nothing. It was embarrassing, yet again, how quick he could get you to come undone. Your lip catches on your bottom lip as you try to grind down into his motions.

His hand releases from your hair and comes up to grip your jaw. “Answer me. Use your words.” He says, his breath ticking your ear. The low growl of his voice is smooth but devilish, a warning. You can feel the way his chest heaves with heavy breaths against your back. A sing that you had just as much of an effect on him that he had on you.

“Y-you did. You impressed me.” You say desperately your words slurred by his hand that grips your jaw. His grip loosens, his head dropping to your neck. His lips dance along your pulse point, tongue leaving a warm, wet trail along the column of your throat to under your ear.

“So then you should agree that I should get a nice little reward, for being so gracious, even after you cheated at your own little game?” He says, his lips tickling your ear. You nod frantically, reaching behind you to palm his erection over his slacks to prove a point of how desperately you needed him.

He growls into your ear, spinning you around to face him before smashing his lips on yours. You whine against him, reciprocating the kiss with equal desperation.

You don’t even realize when he leads you down a hall in a feverish mess of kissing. Your back is pressed against a closed door before he hastily fumbles with the knob.

You both stumble into office in the back of the Club Pentagon- being one of its top promoters had its perks of a private office and Nam-Gyu was going to use it.

It’s a fast paced mess of tongue and teeth. You find yourself turned pressed up against the door, closing it with a soft thud. His hands remove themselves from your waist, coming up to cradle your face, his thumbs rest on your cheeks while his pinky’s are nestled right under your ears. He pulls you to him, as is he’s trying to merge you into him.

His tongue explores your mouth in a skilled way that has your mind melting. You whine against him as he bites your bottom lip. Your hands work in clumsy, jittery movements to unbuckle his belt. He chuckles against you, finding your feeble attempt to rid him of his pants endearing.

He breaks this kiss, his forehead pressed to yours as his hands trail up your sides to your chest, stopping to grope at your breasts. “Eager are we?” He chuckles against your lips.

You kiss him again, the taste of his lips addictive. Pulling away to pout, looking up at him as your hands dance along the buckle of his belt. “Yes. And so what if I am?”

He grins, laughing at your words, his hands that massage your breasts slow their ministrations. His thumbs being to work against your nipples under your shirt. He brushes his thumbs over them in feather light touches, relishing in the feeling of your nipples beginning to harden under his touch. When your breath catches in your chest and you arch into him, he scoffs. “Pretty and sensitive…I’m going to have fun with you.” He says in a degrading tone, enjoying the small hint of an attitude you had being subbed out so quickly by him playing with your nipples.

He kisses you again fervently, hands removing themselves from under your bra to push you backwards by your hips. Your knees buckle when you hit a piece of furniture.

You fall to a sitting position onto a small couch in the room, whining when your lips part from his. He comes close to you, standing between your legs and looking down at you.

His eyes are dark. His hair was tousled, some strands still pushed back with whatever product he used to style it while others fall over his face. He smiles down at you, his hands running over your shoulders, along the sides of your neck to cradle your head.

His hands move up into your hair, tangling into the strands and cranking your neck back to look up at him. He moves even closer. Your chin is touching his lower stomach, forcing you to hold his gaze as he grinds his erection that is painfully hard against in his pants against your neck.

He looks down at you as if you’re a goddess in a renaissance painting. “Aren’t you just a sight…” he muses. His hands leg go of your hair, his warning gaze is enough to keep you in place. One of his hands comes up, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip.

You do it almost instinctively, wrapping your lips around his thumb. Eyes never leaving his as your tongue swirls around the pad of his finger.

His eyebrows raise, the breath he sucks in has your pussy clenching around nothing. “Oh…” He drawls on in a low amused hum. His eyes don’t leave your lips, it’s like he’s transfixed on where his thumb disappears into your warm mouth. “You’re fucking dangerous…” He muses in a low rumble. You can feel the way he grinds his erection into you throat as his thumb massages your tongue.

“C’mon then, I need to be inside your fucking mouth.” He growls, removing his finger from your mouth and quickly getting rid of pants and boxers. He doesn’t even have the patience to rid himself of his clothes, simply pushing them down to his knees.

His cock falls free from its confines and lands heavily in front of you, the tip smacking against your lips with a hearty sound.

Taken aback, you grip the base of his dick with one of your hands pulling your head back to look at it. It’s thick, long, the tip an angry red. The dark hairs at the base trail up his stomach in the most tantalizing line.

He hisses at the contact, you can feel it twitch in your hand. “Please, sweetheart…I’m dying…” He says, an upward cadence to his voice but his words are muffled. You look up from his cock, confused and when your eyes trail up his toned stomach to his face, your mouth is dry.

It’s a beautiful view. He has his red dress shirt is pulled up and out of the way by his teeth. His hair is disheveled, falling around his face and framing it in small shadows. His eyebrows are upturned, watching you- more specifically your mouth in a frenzied look, pleading for you to continue. His sleeves are rolled up revealing tattoos on his forearms that decorate his skin in intricate lines of black and grey.

How could you say no to him?!

Your mouth parts in a slow movement, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. You place his cock on your tongue, smacking the angry tip against your tongue a couple times. Each time, you see his stomach clench as the warm wet feeling of your tongue met his dick.

He watches as you lick him from base to tip, stoping to wrap your plush lips on his the tip of cock. It’s a tease for the feeling of heaven that is your mouth because soon you release him, running your tongue along the underside of dick. The sounds he’s making are sinful, low moans and groans of your name that has your thighs pressing together to ease the ache in your cunt.

He groans, taking his shirt out of his mouth and holing it in one of his hands. His other one makes its way to the back of your head, fisting your hair and yanking your head back.

“Enough of this teasing, sweet thing. You’re still the same slut that let me finger her on the dance floor weeks ago…so you’re gonna act like it, yeah?” He says looking down at you as he begins to jerk his cock over your face.

You smile, it’s a sight that has him gripping his dick tighter. Your mouth drops open, you nod. “That’s right…” he coos, shaking your head by the grip in your hair. “Stick your tongue out.” He demands, punctuating his words by tightening his grip on your hair.

You obey, lolling your tongue out, never breaking eye contact. He leans over you, making you watch as he sucks and then spits into your mouth. You moan out when you feel the taste of his saliva hit your tongue, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in ecstasy. “Swallow.” He demands again. “And fucking look at me when you do it.” He says through gritted teeth.

You open your eyes again, watching him continue to pump his thick cock over your face. You obey, closing your mouth and swallowing his saliva. Your gaze locked to his and its filthy. He stands over you, one hand on the back of your head, the other twisting around his length as he watches you swallow.

“Ohhh….” He coos, his eyebrows knitted together in an upturned expression as he watches you. “That’s it….” He says, taking a step closer to rub the tip of his dick over your plush lips. He grins down at you, his dark eyes trained on you as you stick your tongue back out, running it on the underside of his thick length.

“I don’t even have to ask? Y’know just what to do, huh? How fucking filthy you are…” He mocks in a condescending tone. His hips thrust forward just the tiniest bit, pushing the angry tip of his cock between your lips before pulling out. His eyes trained on the way your lips move around the ridge of his cock-head.

He hisses out a shuddering breath, biting his lip before speaking again, this time his tone drastically different- it’s softer. “You look so pretty like this..” He says in a soft hum, his hand brushing your hair back out of your face in a strangely comforting manner.

He surges his hips forward more, sinking his cock into your mouth. The sound he lets out is sinful. You look up, his head is thrown back, his hand clenching his shirt in a white-knuckled grip. “O-oh fuck…” He hisses.

You begin to bob your head in a steady rhythm, your tongue beginning to memorize every vein along his length. He isn’t quiet, he’s obscene. Every time you move your head up and down his cock he’s chanting praises followed by moans that fuel the wetness that pools in your underwear. You’re sure by this point it’s staining the fabric of the couch you sit on.

His head saga to the side, his eyes back on you. “You can do b-better than that. I know you can.” He says, panting between word, a degrading tone lacing his voice.

He moans as he feels you begin to work harder, your hand coming up to stroke at the length that you didn’t have in your mouth. His hand that’s at the back of your head moves to the side, the hand that’s holds his shirt drops the fabric to mirror his other hand.

Both hands on either side of your skull, he smirks down at you, panting. “You can take it.” He says with a chuckle, it wasn’t a suggestion.

You moan around him at his words, only spurring him on to press you down his length. As your lips inch down his cock he groans, indulging him self in the warm, wet, solace that was your mouth.

He keeps his eyes trained on you, watching as spit begins to spill at the corners of your mouth, creating a ring around his cock every time he pulled your head back and forth. He was simply addicted.

“This….” He’s cut off as you straighten your tongue out, allowing him to begin to sink in the tightness of your throat. “O-oh f-fuck….” He shudders out through clenched teeth, the words aggressive. “T-this is so much better than any fucking drug I��ve done.” He huffs out.

His hands continue to press down. His head falling backwards once more as he uses your mouth. When the head of his cock finally slips past the tight ring of your throat he lets out a moan that is so wicked it has you echoing him. You let out a sound that is between a gag and a moan, it’s debauched. Porn worthy.

His head snaps back forward watching you with a dark look. When he sees that you don’t pull away, and instead look up at him- taking more of him in your throat without the push of his hands- he laughs. It’s a soft sound, one of awe, shock and pride.

“Takin’ me so well…so fuckin’ well.” He says, punctuating his words by returning his hands to the back of your head forcing you all the way down. With your nose pressed into the coarse hairs of his pubic bone your eyes roll back into your skull as you gag and choke around him.

One of the hands on your head drops to your throat, cradling it- feeling where his cock was nestled. Your nails dig into the flesh of his thighs, the restriction of air leaving your pussy practically weeping onto the couch.

He pulls back, his cock pulling out of your throat in a messy string of saliva and his pre-cum. You gasp and cough, looking up at him with watery eyes. “Y-you’re so big…” you choke out in a raspy whine. He looks down at you with a pout, rubbing his hand over your lips, smearing your spit on your face.

“I know, pretty. But you can take it, yeah?” He says, his hand stopping at your cheek, his thumb rubbing a comforting circle. “Mhm.” You say with a nod leaning into his hand.

He smiles down at you, his hands returning to their position to cradle your head. “Gonna let me cum down your throat like my good whore, huh?” He says, the words down right depraved but he has such a soft and sweet tone it has your brain spinning.

You nod, mouth opening again, tongue stuck out- waiting so patiently for him.

The rapid pace is set instantly. His cock enters your mouth, instantly sliding to the back of your mouth. His cock bullies its way down your throat relentlessly. You swear your throat is going to be permanently molded to the shape of his dick. Your tongue flattens more, licking against his balls every time he sinks you to the base of his cock.

“F-fuck, your fucking throat is so tight.” He almost chokes out, his hands working your face against his cock at a meteoric speed. Any time he felt you gag, it just made him fuck your face harder- and you loved it.

He looks down at you, his head lolled to the size, his gaze hazy. “I needa cum in y-your throat so bad..” he says in almost a pleading whine. The desperate hitch to his voice has your eyebrows turning up and eyes rolling back. You moan and gag around him, an attempt to spur him on.

“S’gonna feel so good, balls deep in your fucking throat.” He rambles, his breathing becoming heavier and his thrusts sloppier. “And you’re gonna swallow it all.” He mumbles, more to himself than you but you moan in agreement. A few more thrusts is all he needed before he’s nearing his limit

“I’m going to fucking c-cum…” he chokes out, in a growl, his hands twisting into your hair, forcing your all the way down his cock- holding you at the base, tongue lapping desperately at his balls. He hunches over you, pressing you deeper into him in ways you didn’t think was possible.

You feel it in an instant, the warm spurts of cum that flow out of him, his hips thrusting in shallow movements as he milks his cock in your throat. Despite gagging and choking around him, you swallow, greedily, trying your best not to waste any last drop.

He pulls you off of him, a filthy web of your saliva and his cum connecting his dick to your lips. You choke and gasp, catching your breath. When you find it, you look to him. He’s smiling wide.

“Damn….” He says, his hand that’s not on your head swipes between you two, collecting some of the fluids that string the two of you together. “Messy lil thing aren’t ya?” He hums, bringing his fingers up to his lips to suck the mixture of your saliva and his cum off his fingers.

You giggle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Not my fault you cum so much.” You tease back. He laughs again hands coming to hold your face, “Uh actually yeah it is…you I think you sucked the soul outta me…” he says, leaning down to kiss you.

It’s messy, but he takes his time, his lips moving in a soft rhythm against yours- almost as if it’s a thanks for the orgasm you gave him.

He pulls back, his hands working to readjust your dress and smooth out your hair. His thumb even swipes under your eyes- a feeble attempt to fix your makeup- but an attempt nonetheless.

You jump when you hear a loud knock on the door, you gasp- knocking the door was unlocked. Nam-Gyu moves himself completely in front of you- shielding you from the door if whoever was knocking happened to barge in. “S’okay.” He soothes, looking back to you. “Locked or not these fucking dumbasses know not to enter in here without me telling them to.” He says with a grin. You giggle, your fingernails still lightly raking against his thighs.

“Hey!” Someone shouts, then another round of knocks. “We got an issue that requires your help out here, boss.” The individual calls. Nam-Gyu groans. “Can it fucking wait?” He calls over his shoulder, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No can do! People out back are trying to lowball us for this batch.” The man calls back. Nam-Gyu looks to the door then back to you. “‘m sorry, princess. Gonna have to take a rain check…” He says, a genuine look of upset in his eyes as he realizes he’s going to have to depart from you.

He reaches down to pull you to stand, kissing you once more. This time it’s slow and deliberate, like he’s trying to memorize the feeling of your lips. You sigh into the kiss, the feeling of his lips on yours makes your body light up in ways you’ve never felt.

He pulls away, working to pull up his pants and boxers, tucking his semi-hard cock into his pants. You look at his cock, pouting, pressing your thighs together. He looks up to you, then down to your thighs. “‘M sorry sweetness, next time it’s all about you. Consider it the last of your payback for leaving me hanging the first time we met.” He says, taking a step back towards you, his hand coming to the back of your neck, pulling you to him and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You coming boss??” The voice calls impatiently from behind the door. “For fucks sake!! Yes. Give me a damn minute.” He yells over his shoulder.

“Wait I don’t have your number. I’m not going to find you again” You say, eyebrows knitted in a worried expression- you lost him once and with dick this good- you couldn’t lose him again.

He finishes up buckling his belt, looking to the wall and into the cracked and dirty mirror that hung there to straighten up his hair. Another loud knock comes at the door. “I’ll be there in a fucking second!” He seethes at the door. “Knock again and I’ll blow your fucking brains out.” He yells in an enraged voice. His face twisted in an annoyed and enraged scowl- a genuine hatred in his eyes that has you scared. The way he was saying it showed that if another knock came, there would be someone’s blood painting the wall.

However, when he turns around to you his face immediately softens. He hurries over to you, his hands cupping your face and shaking his head. “Not gonna have to worry about that, sweet thing.” He coos, brushing your hair, helping to smooth out the evidence of how much he just wrecked you. “I have your number, remember. Promise I’ll text you.” He says with a grin, kissing you once more.

He pulls away, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of cash. He hands you a couple 20’s. “You get home safe. Cabs on me.” He says looking at the bills in your hand before shrugging, placing even more 20’s down into the pile- way more than what you needed for cab fair. “And tomorrow get yourself a gift- on me as well.” He says winking.

Before you can respond he’s walking over to the door of his office and whipping the door open, yelling at the person who was knocking for not having any patience. He pushes the individual who was knocking back from the door way immediately so they wouldn’t see you in your less than appropriate form.

You stand there, heart thudding in your chest as you can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips. You open your phone to many missed messages and calls from your friends. Gathering your things, you call them as you walk out to hail a cab- ready to relay all the details about who exactly gave you the VIP wristband.

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WE. NEED. MORE. THANOS.

please literally anything thanos no noncon tho

Suck 'em Dry!

ask and ye shall receive 🗣️🗣️ I literally had no idea what to do at first then I couldn’t get the idea of givin’ him som crazzzyy head out of my noggin, so here ya go 🫡

Warnings: smut (18+), weed mention, smoking weed, pills mentioned, oral (m receiving), name calling (really just bitch, cocksucker once) spit kink, deep throating, swallowing cum, reader gives thanos some crazy head at an after party he hosts that’s pretty much it, read at your own risk

Thanos was sure no one could out-do him. He was the legend, Thanos. He got whatever or whoever he wanted. He knew he was good in bed, he had countless of one night stand that left him raving reviews in the form of spammed messages asking him to come back. Admittedly, he never answered the many girls. He became uninterested in them after the night he spent with them. He was a busy man and couldn’t be bothered to return to a girl if he even had an inkling he would get bored.

So when he set his eyes on you, a cute little thing who showed up to this after party at his house with a group of friends, he thought it would be the same thing- a night of fun and then he’d be off to the next one. He was unaware of it at the time; but you were going to be much different.

He first saw you mingling with the group of girls you showed up with, immediately partaking in the drinks that were laid out on the lavish granite counter. You were in a short, little, sleeveless dress that hugged your curves in the most sinful way, one that was low cut and left little up to the imagination. Every time you giggled, the doughy flesh of your breasts would spill out even more from the tight fabric of the dress. Oh yeah, you got his attention alright.

He watched like a hawk from across the room, not even listening to the group of fanboys that were asking him about an upcoming album. You seemed meeker than your friends, as soon as your group finished a round of shots and your friends quickly scouted out men to flirt with, you didn’t. You were not going straight to a man to dance on or to leach off of like the group you showed up with, but to the corner of the living room. You made yourself comfy on the couch, paying no mind to the couple a few feet away from you damn near fucking on the couch.

He wanted you. He scouted you out and he wasn’t going to call it a good night until he got you in his bed and got to fuck you. He doesn’t even excuse himself from the group of fanboys that were talking to him, he just pushes past them and slowly makes his way over to the couch in the living room- eyes still trained on you.

He watches as you reached into your cleavage, pulling out a blunt from the inside of your dress. Thanos smirked and raised an eyebrow, you were definitely interesting. His eyes follow as you seem to look around looking for something- probably a lighter. And he takes this as the perfect opportunity to make his move.

You were looking around aimlessly, hoping to maybe catch someone’s eye nearby that had a lighter but it didn’t seem like you were going to be in luck. To your left was a couple shoving their tongues in each others mouth and to your right was a group of men standing up near the couch that were too drunk to even comprehend what the other was saying let alone understand you if you asked for a lighter…yep…looks like you were out of luck.

You pouted to yourself and were about to shove the blunt back into the top of your dress for safe keeping-You could smoke it when you got home- when the couch sinks with the weight of someone sitting down next to you. You don’t even have time to look towards the person who sat down because you jump a little when suddenly a spark of red in orange is in front of your face. It’s the flame of a lighter.

“Looked like you could use some help, couldn’t let a pretty thing like you go without a light.” A gravely voice is saying to you. You turn to your side and are met face to face with a man with purple hair. His grin was suave, he’s leaning towards you like he knows you’d be interested.

You quirk up an eyebrow and smile, “Oh, how could I ever repay you, my knight in shining armor.” You say sarcastically with a giggle. You bring the blunt up to your lips and lean it into the flame of the lighter. You take a couple puffs, making sure it’s properly lit. You’re leaning back from the lighter as he flicks it off. “You can let me get a hit of that and grace me with your name, Señorita.” The man says with a purr laced in his voice, scooting closer to you on the couch so your thighs were touching.

He was attractive…baggy clothes- a bright colored shirt and jeans. His nails were each painted a different color, hands tattooed. You can’t help the way your eyes trail up the thick black line that runs from his finger up his arm. And you couldn’t lie, the purple hair definitely worked for him. He exuded an overconfident, brazenness that only served to do him more favors. You weren’t oblivious though, you knew his type and he thought he would talk his way into your pants and ruin you. But you wanted to give him a run for his money. You wanted to ruin him.

Your grin widens, you’ll bite. You share your name, leaning more into him, making sure he can feel your thighs really touching his. “…but, I don’t share with strangers, so I’ll need your name if you want your other reward Mr. Knight.” You say after giving him your own name, your words ending with a giggle- you were going to make him think like he had the upper hand here. You knew who he was, you showed up to his after party; but you didn’t want to give him all of that satisfaction.

“Well that’s not really fair,-” he begins, “I don’t play fair” you cut him off with a sweet smile like you didn’t just interrupt him. He laughs, eyebrow lifting up inquisitively. You really got his attention now. His large hand coming to rest on your thigh, fingers lightly pressing into the flesh. “Ohhh~” He says in a sing-song tone, watching as you take another hit of the blunt he helped light. “I like you, you’re fun.” He coos. You smile around the blunt, shrugging as if you’re saying ‘oh, it’s nothing, really!’.

“Names Thanos, beautiful. The legend, Thanos.” He says, emphasizing his own name, proving your earlier observation that he seemed cocky. In some weird way, that made you just want him more. You want to see him come apart from your doing. You tilt your head like you’re questioning him but your smile widens. “See wasn’t so hard was it, Thanos?” You purr, making sure to emphasize his name with your sultry tone as you pass him the blunt.

As he takes a hit he lets out a low growl, his hand gripping your thigh tighter. When he exhales smoke is pouring out his mouth as he talks, “I could get used to hearing you say my name, sweet thing.” His hand moving higher up on your thigh, thumb slipping under the fabric of the dress that’s at your mid-thigh just the slightest bit. “Hmm, could you now?” You muse, acting like you’re not catching on to his advances.

“Don’t play dumb with me, pretty girl…I know I could make you feel real good…you know I could too.” He says, taking another hit before leaning closer to you, his nose running along the column of your neck as he passes the blunt into your hand. You hate that he makes you falter but his breath fanning against your pulse point and his hand sliding up to your inner thigh makes your mind go blank for a moment. You pull the blunt up to your lips and take your next hit, hoping the weed will calm you down a bit.

He begins to place small kisses along the expanse of your neck, trailing down to your shoulder then back up again. As you exhale your hit he’s kissing up your jaw. Turning your head the slightest bit, you nudge his face up a bit and connect your lips with his. You can’t help the grin that spreads across your lips when you feel him falter now. He wanted to be the one to initiate the kiss, he thought he was in charge here.

He regains his composure back quickly, falling into a heated rhythm against your lips. One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you into him. It’s so hungry and damn near depraved, as if neither of you had touched another human being in ages. You don’t give a single fuck about any of the party goers around you, you’re kissing him eagerly. It’s full of spit and tongue- neither of you would have it any other way.

His hands are all over you, you’re having to strategically hold your hand with the blunt out to make sure you don’t burn anything or either of you. He’s grabbing at your body over your dress, moaning into your mouth anytime he gets a handful. You two part from the kiss breathless and connected by a string of mixed saliva. Thanos is practically picking you up off the couch to put you into a standing position. “I got a place we can go, Baby…I need to feel you…” he’s growling as he pulls you back into him by your waist, connecting you two in a quick messy kiss once again.

You giggle into the kiss, pushing on his chest with your hand that doesn’t have the blunt. “Well, ya gotta take me there first. Can’t do that if I have your tongue down my throat can we?” You joke, batting your eyes up at him. He can feel the blood rush to his cock, something about you just makes him feel like a feral dog. He needs you. He feels like if he doesn’t get the opportunity to fuck you he may die. His cock is throbbing in his jeans and you haven’t even touched him yet. He’s grabbing your wrist and leading you down some hallways, down a staircase and into what looks like a music studio.

When the door shuts behind you, he’s on you once again. He finds your lips with ease, almost like he’s devouring you. He wastes no time in slipping his tongue past your lips and licking around the entirety of your mouth. His kiss is intoxicating, it has you whining into his mouth and gripping at the fabric of his shirt. His large hands are on your ass, groping and squeezing as he pulls you into him. You can feel his erection against your lower stomach and it only makes you whine even more. When you two pull away for air he’s looking down at you like you’re a work of art- your face flushed, hair tousled the slighted bit, looking up at him through your thick lashes and your lips wet with his spit- it’s truly a sight to behold.

You smile, raising your hand up to his lips and placing the blunt in his mouth. You’re lightly shoving him backwards, trying to guide him to the couch that you spotted when you first came into the room. He chuckles, his hand reaching up to take the blunt from you and inhale. He walks backwards, parting away from you. He makes his way over to the couch and sits down, all while his eyes never leave yours.

He’s leaned back on the couch in the room, legs spread wide, blunt hanging loosely from his lips. He’s expecting you to come sit nice n’ pretty on his lap. Letting him take the lead. But you surprise him. You’re walking over to him, placing your hands on his thighs and slowly lowering yourself on your knees in between his legs.

“Oh? Eager are we?” He rasps with a low chuckle, looking down at you with a twisted grin on his lips- it’s cute, you think, he still believes he has the upper hand here. “Mhm…” you hum out, fingernails digging lightly into his jean clad thighs. You lean down, holding his gaze as you bring your face oh so close to the tent that’s forming in his pants. “But you aren’t one to talk, are you?” You say, a wicked grin on your lips.

This was the first instance where Thanos got a feeling that he was in over his head. He could feel the feeling of your lips ghost over his erection as you spoke. You were looking up at him like a siren trying to lure him into the depths of the sea. He chokes on the smoke of the blunt a bit, coughing out and trying to cover it with a chuckle. “Can you blame me?” He rasps, regaining his composure and shifting on the couch trying to thrust his hips towards your face.

You somehow read him too well, you move back so he doesn’t get the friction he desires. You tilt your head teasingly, letting out a giggle and sitting back on your heels. “I suppose I can’t…” you coo out, your hands running up his thighs and trailing up his torso. You can feel how his stomach clenches under your touch, only more proof he is more affected by you than he lets on.

His head kicks back against the couch, a sigh escaping his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He assumes you’ll continue your ministrations, feel him up desperately like the many women he’s been with before….but the feeling stops. You’re standing up a bit to lean forward and take the blunt out of his hands.

His head whips up, he’s looking at you first with a hint of desperation but he catches himself, he twists his expression into a smooth, suave, shit-eating grin. You can’t have that. Guess you have to work a bit harder.

You put the blunt to your lips with one hand, the other hand trails down his stomach and begins to dance along the button of his jeans. He draws in a sharp breath and trains his eyes on your hand, watching excitedly as your manicured nails fall to the bulge in his pants. The feather light touches that caress his throbbing cock makes his heart jump in his chest. And when he turns his eyes up to look at you and he sees your wild smirk and the smoke falling from your plump lips- he really begins to think he might have met his match.

You sit back on your heels, pulling your hands away from him completely. You hit the blunt again, slowly, dragging out the whole process. Thanos wishes he had his phone handy, he wanted to take a picture; the visual of you sat all pretty on your knees between his legs, hitting the blunt and looking up at him through your thick lashes like some vixen- it was a real work of art. There was just one issue…your hands weren’t on him.

He looks at you incredulously, almost irritated. “Hm?” You hum out around the blunt, “I’m busy hitting the blunt…my blunt…” you remind him, the blunt you were both smoking- the one he was also hitting, was yours. He didn’t put up for it or even roll it so he truly couldn’t argue with you for smoking it. “My hands are a little busy…you could help me out…” you say, nodding towards his pants, pointing towards the button and zipper.

“Shouldn’t you do it? Unwrap your gift?” Thanos teases back, rolling his hips up to emphasize the very large tent in his pants. Ohhhhh, he was so cocky. You bite your lip and shrug, “hmm, but my hands are so busy..” you say, one hand holding the blunt the other lying idly on your plush thigh. He scoffs and nods towards your hand on your thigh, “Ya only need one hand for the blunt and one for my pants, sweets.” He purrs out, looking at you with heavy eyes and a lazy smirk. He was definitely a delicious man but you weren’t going to give in so easily.

Your hand on your thigh picks up, caressing your waist over the fabric of your dress. Your hand gropes at your own breast, squeezing the flesh and massaging it in your hands as you bring the blunt back up to your lips and inhale. As you exhale your hit, this smoke cascading out of your nose and lips, your fingers grip at the neck line of your dress- pulling down.

You can see the way his breath genuinely catches in his chest- his breathing completely halting as he waits expectantly to see the perfect set of tits he knows is hiding behind the fabric of your dress. “I mean I said my hands were busy…but if you want me to stop what I’m doing to mess with the button n’ zipper you could undo f’me…” you coo, your words accompanied by a playful tilt of your head, eyebrows upturned to feign a saddened expression; worst of all, your hand paused on your dress, the fabric pulled down almost enough to reveal your perky nipples- but it wasn’t enough.

You can’t help the laugh that comes from you when you watch as he scrambles to work his pants open, nearly jumping off the couch. “N-no! I can do it!” He calls out a little too excitedly, his painted nails fumble with the button, he’s chuckling and clearing his throat to try and cover up his eagerness. “Keep doin’ what you were doin’, pretty. I don’ wanna stop you.” Thanos encouraged, his voice back to the same smug tone and carries that cocky aura that you want so desperately to break.

You wait for him to free his cock out of his boxers and jeans. When he does you see exactly why he has such a pompous, cocky aura- he has the cock to go with it. It’s thick, long, and has a mean curve to it that you know would reach all the right places. Biting your bottom lip, you nod in approval, your hand on your dress pulling the neckline down all the way. The fabric of the dress bunches under your breasts, allowing the doughy flesh to fully be revealed to his hungry eyes.

“Fucking hell…ain’t you just a sight…” he murmurs, words barely audible as he looks at your tits. Just when he thought the view couldn’t get better, it did. You sat so prettily in between his knees, perfect tits on display, thick thighs splayed out as you kneeled on the floor. The corner of your lips twitch up when you see his cock twitch against his stomach at the sight of you. “Was gonna ask if you like what you see…” your voice trails off as you lean in closer to him, warm breath fanning over the underside of his cock. It twitches at the sensation, his abdomen tightening as he swallows a groan, “…but seems like you’re already tellin’ me the answer.” You purr, eyes flicking up from his cock to lock with his, making sure he knows you see every reaction he has towards you.

“‘M a man with a pretty girl…with the most perfect set of tits…” he drawls out, reaching down with one hand to grab at one of your breasts, molding the flesh in his hands. Your smile only widens when his cock jumps once more when he feels you in his hands. “…sitting in front of me…of course my dicks gonna be hard, sweetness…’s all for you.” He says, pulling his hand away from your breast and leaning back on the couch. His hips shift up, trying to drag his cock along your lips.

But you move back.

You can see the way his eyebrows knit together in desperation before he is chuckling. “Aren’t you just a little minx?” Thanos says, staring down at you with red tinted eyes and a wicked grin, his arms sprawled lackadaisically against the back of the couch. You tilt your head and shrug, letting out a small hum as you bring the blunt up to your lips and take another hit. You hold it a minute before letting it go, then you’re moving closer to him once more, both your hands running up his thighs, “I have no idea what you mean…just didn’t wanna waste the blunt.” You say as you lower your face inches away from his cock, parting your lips like you were gonna take him in your mouth- but you don’t- you snake your way up his body, leveling your face with his.

You bring your hand with the blunt up to his lips and nod to it. “C’mon don’t let it go to waste.” You tease. His lips wrap around the blunt, taking it from you. With your hands now free you run them up and down his thighs once more as you settle yourself in a comfortable position. When your warm hand wraps around the base of his cock his sucking in a sharp breath and sucking in more smoke than he intended. He composes himself and stifles his coughs, eyes focused intently on the way your hand wraps around him as he blows out his hit.

You don’t move though, and when he looks up from the view he’s bee graced with to meet your eyes once more, he thinks your gaze alone could make him cum. You’re already looking directly at him, eyes hooded and tinged such a pretty red, a hungry primal desire swirling in your gaze. Your head nods towards the blunt, “It’s puff, puff, pass…ya gotta take another hit, silly.” You say so sweetly, so innocently- his mind feels fuzzy. He can do nothing but obey you, bringing his hand back up to his lips and inhaling a shaky hit of the bitter plant. You smile, like you’ve accepted an offering he’s given you, and your lips part.

He chokes on his hit when the first thing you do isn’t lick a stripe up his cock or kiss the tip like so many of the other girls he’s got with before but you hover over him, hold your hair back, purse your lips and spit down onto the head of his cock. It’s lewd and messy, the warmth of your spit dripping down onto his throbbing cock has his hips jerking up in your hand.

Your head tilts back up to look at him, like you’re mocking him for his reaction. And you are. You grin wide at him, dropping your tongue out of your mouth to drop even more spit messily down his cock. “F-fucking C-christ..” Thanos shudders out, his hand raising shakily to his lips to hit the blunt once more, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he takes a drag. When he exhales he opens his eyes and locks his eyes with yours. “Fucking nasty aren’t you?” He chides, trying to regain his composure.

You hold his gaze, squeezing the base of his thick cock in your fist before you begin to twist your wrist up and down his length oh-so-strategically. “You have no fucking idea….” You coo in a low voice, looking at him like he’s your prey. Oh yeah, he’s in over his head. You have him completely wrapped around your finger.

“Lemme get a hit real quick, yeah?” You say, your voice an insanely drastic innocent, sweet tone that has his mind spinning again. He doesn’t understand how you can switch from such a vixen to a cute innocent thing in a matter of seconds. You’re leaning forward, hand still working up and down his dick, looking at his hand expectantly. When he raises his hand to your lips to hold the blunt for you, you’re laughing around it as you take a hit when you feel each frantic jerk and shake of his hand as he tries to keep himself sane as you’re jerking him off in a way he’s never felt before.

Everytime your hand makes its way to the tip of his cockhead, manicured thumb running over his weeping slit before going to massage right under his tip, he thinks he’s going insane. You have to be some succubus that was summoned from some otherworldly realm, maybe you put some aphrodisiac in the blunt- he didn’t know, all he could think about was how fucking good your hand felt wrapped around him.

You take a drag and pull back, holding the hit in and smirking at him. He can see the mischievous glint in your eyes, he knows you’re about to make him see stars. In an instant, you’re sinking your mouth down onto him, nearly swallowing his cock to the base, the thick trail of smoke from the hit you took flowing out your nose. To top it all off, you didn’t cough once. And you’re immediately working your soft, pillowy lips up and down his cock.

“F-fucking hell, oh my g-god!” The purple haired man is choking out, hand flying to the back of your head and gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “N-nasty fu- hah! Fucking bitch.” He groans, head tilting to the side ever so slightly to get a better view of you taking his dick in your mouth.

You’re sinking down onto him nearly all the way off the bat, taking him into the warm, inviting tightness that was your throat. A choked sound reverberates through the room- and it wasn’t from you. Thanos has no idea what planet you spawned from but it couldn’t be from earth. Your mouth, you were making his balls tighten in ways he has never felt. You’re swallowing around him and moaning, the vibrations doing nothing to help him keep his composure.

Your eyes meet his, and you even wink at him as you take him deeper into your mouth. Your tongue works along his girth in ways he can’t even comprehend. He can feel himself about to cum, it’s embarrassingly quick. “H-hah…why d-don’t you slow down, y-yeah.” He’s gasping out in a pathetic attempt to seem cocky- like he was still the one in charge.

You pull off of him in a mess of spit and look up at him with a teasing smile. Your mouth is covered in strings of your saliva, connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing cock. “What? Can’t take it?” You chide as your hand still works up and down his veiny length, every twist of your wrist has his hips frantically jerking up to meet your movements.

Thanos sucks in a heavy breath, looking down at you like you were some goddess that he’s hallucinating; maybe those pills he popped before the party were stronger than he thought. “O-oh I can take it pretty…” he hums, his words shaky, a tattooed hand reaching down to cup you jaw, thumb gliding over your bottom lip, smearing the spit on your lips around. “Jus’ wanna savor it is all. Want ya’ to really feel every inch”

You smile wider, taking his thumb into your mouth, sucking the digit between your soft lips and twirling your tongue around it. Your eyes never leave his, you haven’t broken eye contact once. A sound akin to a growl reverberates in his chest as he looks down at you, god you were dangerous.

You make a show out of releasing his finger out of your mouth. Another groan is ripped from his lips at the sight, watching with a hunger filled gaze as you drool down onto his cock, using your hand to spread the wetness along his length expertly- still never breaking eye contact. Oh, you were going to kill him before the night was over.

You sink back down into him, but this time, so very slowly. And when you start to do what he asked so nicely for, he realizes he made a mistake. It makes every moment you make so much more intense, you’re inching down on him, sucking him in before pulling back at a leisurely pace. Thanos his heaving heavy breaths, his stomach clenching sporadicly every time you take more of him into the warm haven that was your mouth. His bottom lip is caught in his teeth, he’s letting out soft, shaky groans, eyes observing the mess of spit that collects on his pelvis from you sucking him off.

“F-fuck your mouth feels so good.” He hisses out, head pushing you down more. You’re knitting your eyebrows together and letting out a muffled ‘hmpf’ around his cock that has him letting off a choked sound. You’re pulling off and the whine that’s ripped from his lips when your warm mouth pulls away from his hefty cock is downright sinful, it has your pussy throbbing. “You told me to go slow. I was going slow….” You purr out, raising a challenging eyebrow.

“Okay! ‘M sorry baby, please…I know you can take it…wanna see you take it all” he pleads, hand scratching gently at your scalp like he’s petting a cat, trying to sweeten you up. “You’re right…I can.” You say with a teasing smile, wrapping your lips around his pink tip. You suck him greedily, tongue lapping at his weeping slit that continuously drips pre-cum. His head is falling back on the couch and he’s groaning a broken string of curses and your name.

You don’t waste time, you give him exactly what he wants- you slide down his cock and swallow around him. He lets out a gasp and surges further into your mouth when he feels his cockhead slip past the tight ring of your throat. You’re gagging and choking around him, but you don’t pull away- you take it. And when he manages to get the strength to open his eyes and pick his head back up to look down at you, he’s greeted by a beautiful sight. Your makeup has been smeared, tears are collecting in your lashes making them clump into groups, your face is covered in spit and your lips are stretched so wide around his cock.

The hand not holding your head comes down to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over the area where his cock vapes your mouth. “T-taking me so fucking well, fucking hell, your mouth f-feels so fuckin good..” he babbles out, hips thrusting up into your mouth, making you choke and gag more around him, “mhmmm, that’s it…” he muses down at you through gritted teeth, “messy fuckin’ girl.” He’s practically growling like an animal now.

And you just take it, eyes looking up at him so prettily, still tinted red and heavy lidded from the weed, choking on his cock as you eagerly take more of him into your mouth. “Y-you g-gunna let me cum in your mouth?” He questions, his eyebrows upturned as if he’s trying to not blow his load in that exact moment. You nod, as best as you can with his cock in your throat, and let out a muffled ‘mhm!’.

“Ohmygod…fuck!” He nearly yells, “such a good fuckin’ cocksucker.”

You pull your hands off his thighs and put them behind your back, sinking down fully until your nose brushes the trimmed hairs on his pelvis. He’s letting out a choked moan of your name, it’s probably the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. His head kicks back once more and both his hands come up to cover his face. You can see the way his thighs tense and untense rapidly, you’re sure if he’s s shoes were off you could see his toes curling.

You flatten your tongue out, the tip of it coming out of your mouth, sinking him deeper into the salvation that was your throat as your tongue laps at his balls. You’re intentionally letting out more moans, gags, and choked coughs around his dick, adding to the spit that dirties his balls, pelvis, and surely the couch under him.

You’re pulling back for air quickly, only to return to sucking on his tip, hand working what wasn’t in your mouth at the moment. Your other hand finds purchase on his balls, cupping them and massaging them in your hand. He drops one of his hands from his face, he’s biting the palm of the other- you’re sure his eyes are starting to water now. “Fuck, y-you’re hah! You’re gonna suck me dry s-sweetheart.” He’s panting out, his face his flushes red and the hand that’s not up near his face is gripping the large cross locket he wore like he was trying to pray to whatever Devine intervention that occurred within the world, thanking whatever it was for bringing him the gift that was you.

You moan around him, taking more of him in and removing your hand from his shaft, like you’re just encouraging him to make a mess of your throat- you are. “‘M about to fucking cum..” Thanos rasps, his hand both flying to the back of your head to push you down his cock. You’re letting out a choked moan and gagging around him, it only makes him chuckle. “Yeaahhhh that’s it, take it allll in, I know you can fit it.” He drawls out, fucking his cock deeper into your throat.

You look up at him so sweetly, begging for him to paint your throat white. Your tongue works eagerly against him, tracing each vein it could reach like you’re trying to memorize them. When you do that, it’s over for him. He’s pushing you all the way down so your nose presses against his happy trail once again and cumming harder than he thinks he’s ever cum before.

“F-fuck! Ohmyfuckinggod!” He chokes out as he’s painting your throat white, his eyes were fighting themselves to stay open and not roll to the back of his skull so he can imprint the image of you, swallowing his cum, nose pressed to his pelvis, looking up at him with tears in your eyes, in his mind forever. “So fuckin’ good, swallow it all…yeahhh there ya go.” he growls, holding you down. When he feels your throat constrict around him as you greedily swallow down everything he has to offer, he’s seeing white.

His head falls to the side to rest on his shoulder then roll to rest on the back of the couch, chest heaving. His hands drop from your head. He expects you to pull off of him, to sit back and bask in the mess you made of him. But you were never one to be predictable, he should have known that in the little time he’s had with you.

You only slide half way off of him, your mouth continuing to suck. The electric-like jolt that runs through his body is almost comical. You are genuinely sucking everything he has to offer out of him. “E-easy baby…g-gotta give me a minute.” He huffs out, breathless and shaking. You slide off him agonizingly slow, his body damn near vibrating the entire time.

“Awhhh” you coo mockingly, it makes his softening dick jump pathetically. Just your teasing voice alone, breath still fanning his cock makes him start to grow hard once more, it’s nearly painful with how overstimulated he was. “You’re no fun…” you pout up at him, “You mean to tell me I already sucked you dry?” You say with a playful tilt of your head as you begin to stand up off the floor.

You wipe the corners of your mouth from the spit and cum that soaked your face. You bring the fingers you used to clean yourself up to your lips and suck them into your mouth, tasting the debauched mixture. Thanos looks at you with blown pupils and a flushed face. “I don’t think I’ve never had head like that…” he breathes out with a lazy, blissful grin. “Well, the night’s just getting started.” You hum, straddling him in one quick motion.

When he feels the heat of your cunt he hisses and looks down. Your short dress has long since ridden up giving him a perfect view of your pussy. “No panties? You dirty fuckin’ bitch.” He says, with a hungry lilt to his voice. His cock, now semi-erect twitches against your puffy cunt, already becoming soaked with your arousal. “S-such a pretty pussy…” he says, still trying to catch his breath, his lip becoming caught between his teeth as he stares at the near angelic sight before him.

“What was that about needing a minute?” You tease, looking down at his cock, the tip leaking another round of pre-cum. “Yeah, yeah,” he says dismissively, still not wanting to admit just how fucked out you got him by some head. His hands come to grip your hips, “imma need your number and imma take you out on a date sometime, now c’mon..” he says with a dopey smile, “face down ass up, I wanna see your ass bounce against me, pretty girl.” He rambles as he laughs, pushing you by the shoulder so you’re lightly falling to the side onto the plush couch and he’s working quickly- manipulating you onto all fours, all while you’re giggling.

He didn’t care if it was his after party he was missing. All the party goers could do without his attendance for a little while longer. He thought he would never get bored of you. And he wasn’t right !!

As always I hope you guys enjoyed! I’m sorry it wasn’t a full blown smut! I’ve been working on a bunch of things at once to try and make sure I don’t get a block on one fic or another. This just so happened to be the one I managed to get done first. Work is also hectic right now so please forgive my trash posting schedule 🙏🙏 I LUH YEW GUYS SO BAYDDD - <3 kiwi

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