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muntitled · 1 month ago

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Better Than Drugs

Pairings: Namgyu x Fem!Reader | Brief!Thanos x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reconnecting with your shitty ex boyfriend in the games.

Warnings: Language, Substance Abuse, Toxic Relationship, Male Manipulation, Coercion, Smut (+18) mdni, High sex, Dub/con, Choking, Exchange of Bodily Fluids, Unprotected Sex, Unedited (we die like soldiers)

A/n: literally no one will read this but I need him and I wrote this for me!

Being treated like a lamb being led to the proverbial slaughter in a death game sucked ass but seeing your ex boyfriend there sucked even more, somehow. From your vantage point perched on your bed tucked away from all the central conflict, you notice them talking about you again.

Call it past bully traum but you knew when people were talking about you and although you couldn't make out what they were saying, a part of you just knew...

Another vote had ended and Namgyu was still staring at you, his head bowed, chewing his fingernails. He was watching you, while you were forced to watch as democracy crumbled around you.

Your brain made you think Namgyu was perhaps berating you in front of his new friend. Bad-mouthing you to absolutely no end, perhaps saying what a lousy, uptight girlfriend you had been in the outside world. How you kept him from his habit. How you tried to force him into rehab countless times.

And so you shrink into yourself, squeezing yourself further into your bed, hugging your knees.

How were you supposed to know the conversation went nothing like how you thought it was going?

"We need to get her on our team," Thanos had said when the voting concluded and they were watching you pick at your roll of tin-foiled kimbap.

"She's already on our team," Namgyu muttered, more quiet than usual as he watched you through the corner of his eye. He didn't feel like eating. He felt like doing drugs. And fucking, maybe, but eating? It never occurred to him.

Without you to remind him to eat, and to actually take care of his bodily health outside of his substance abuse, he really was a mess.

"Oh yeah," Thanos muttered dumbly before turning back to his own food, "Kay, well, I need to sleep with her."

Namgyu didn't even look up from his food, still leaning against the metal beds as he murmured a quiet, "Nope." Popping his lip, extenuating the 'p'

Thanos himself was rallied into silence as Namgyu casually clicked his tongue before adding, "I called dibs on that bro," he steals another glance. You're searching your chest for a piece of cucumber that's fallen out of the kimbap

This unfortunately, zeroes his gaze in on your ample chest, miraculously squeezed into that tracksuit jacket. Now Namgyu was thinking about your tits while Thanos' head whips to the side, his brow lifted.

Namgyu couldn't take his eyes off you since the games began. Watching you during voting time had stirred up all kinds of lost emotions. The easy and almost thoughtless way you had pressed the blue button before tucking your hands in your pockets, never sparing anyone a second glance. He had to adjust the bulge forming in his sweatpant. If it weren't for him you might have continued to go amongst the games as an anonymous spectre, with that cash prize as your only goal.

"I didn't know we were calling dibs!?" Thanos stomped his feet petulantly, "That's not fair, man. Not. Cool."

"That's the point of dibs," Namgyu said, pushing his hair behind his ears as he continued to stare you down. "Who knows how long we'll be here?" As he watched you, he tilted his head downwards, causing a thick shadow to fall over his eyes as he watched you. He leaned against the railings of the metal beds piled up to the ceiling, watching you tuck your hands deeper into the sleeves of your sweater. Really fucking cute.

"B-But Homies don't call dibs on girls!" Thanos whines.

"Yeah," Namgyu nods, "but, I'm gonna need more than magic pills and a homie to get me through the night," He made a ring with his index and thumb finger, pinching his one eye shut as he spied at you through it, "She can help,”

Thanos was quiet, eerily so. Good things never happened when Thanos was quiet,

"Let's go over to her right now then. Since she's stealing my homie-"

That immediately snapped Namgyu out of his lust-filled gaze, promoting his shoulders to straighten as he tried to stop Thanos from taking another step towards you.

"Senorita-" he said in a singsong voice and you rolled your eyes as you saw them approaching. Namgyu walked behind like the shadow he always tried to be, with his hands tucked in his pocket. Your bed is relatively low to the ground and your heart stammered when both their shadows fell over you.

"Don't have any change," your eyes whipped to your ex-boyfriend before narrowing, "Or drugs. Sorry." you mustered a painfully sarcastic smile as you attempted to turn in another direction, hoping they might take the hint.

Thanos' teeth stretched as Namgyu swallowed thickly, watching you in that distinctly predatory way of his as he propped his forearm against the railing of the bed. You hate how both of them make you feel and your eye scans in vain around the premises, hoping someone might save you from the duo.

"Lemme make this quick," Thanos said with his drug addicted hand gestures. "My bro wants you and whatever bro wants-" he taps Namgyu's chest behind you- "Bro gets."

Silence passed with you staring deep into Namgyu's dark, almost sinister black eyes. You admitted that you were still painfully attracted to him. Knowing that he knows your body. He's already seen what hid under your blue tracksuit, it was dizzyingly sobering.

He still seemed so devastatingly sleezy it bordered on attractive, like he didn't care about what anyone really thought of him. It still brought an uncomfortable amount of attraction that you didn't really know what to do with. "No thanks," you said, bending your head to take a bite of the kimbap.

"Cunt." you heard him mumble under his breath. That caused your head whip up to glare at him.

"I'm a cunt because I'd rather not fuck a drug addict?"

"No," Namgyu shrugged, "You're just a cunt."

Your nostrils flared as something diabolical ignited inside you. Up until this point, fear had been the only emotion you allowed yourself to feel. The fear of dying to keep you alive. But right now, you're being plagued with another emotion and it's setting you alight with interest.

Your dating preferences were never orthodox. You knew you could never truly be satisfied with any other timid nice guy, and that's what drew you to him. You hated admitting to it but Namgyu calling you a cunt did more than irritate you, it ignited you.

"I'm not here to make friends,” You marvel now, in the tense darkness, how confident you had been then.

“How about a boyfriend then?” Namgyu asked and Thanos whistled lowly as he mutters a ‘nice bro,’

“How about choking?” You shot back, “I tried the boyfriend thing and he stole all my savings to buy drugs.” Namgyu’s jaw ticked and you can see his fist fold and unfold. Thanos’ commentary continues. ‘Shit boyfriend-’ he says under his breath.

“Don't be a bitch so early in the morning…” Namgyu says finally before turning his head, somewhat distracted, “Or at least I think it's morning. Hyung do you think it's morning-”

Thanos raised his hands, “Morning is what we make it in here, bro.”

“Leave me alone of I'll fucking scream.” you cut through all their useless chatter, letting a tense silence settle between the three of you. Eventually, Thanos reluctantly pulls Namgyu away. Murmuring a quiet ‘just take a hint bro.'

Soon, you were left in your bed but not without one more backwards glance from Namgyu over his shoulder. He wasn't done with you and that thought sat heavily on your shoulders until the robotic voice from unseen speakers made the countdown to lights out.

The very last thing you remembered, before the overhead lights were snuffed out, was his black, almond eyes still watching you from his bed.

The blue 'O' velcroed to your breast burns a hole through your conscience as your eyes flutter open in the middle of the night, really needing to pee. The prize money acts as the only source of gold light illuminating the hall while everyone else remains soundly asleep.

Life in the games was so much more stomachable during the day, but when the lights went out, you were forced to sit with your thoughts. That piggy bank didn't have money inside it, it held bodies, and the ghosts practically filled this room.

Still, you can't help but whisper to yourself, “I really have to pee.” The only thing stopping you from going to the bathroom is the gaze you knew would somehow find you from three beds over. Your ex boyfriend watches you, even when the lights go out.

Paranoia be damned.

Cursing softly, you maneuvered yourself to the ground. Trying to make the least amount of noise possible as you moved through the row of beds.

If you were being followed you'd never know. Everything was too dark but a part of you sighed as you reached the small arched doorway completely unscathed.

Almost unscathed.

Your heart hammers in its cage when you feel his heavy arm settle over your shoulders. Your mouth falls open but Namgyu is already banging on the arched door with a closed fist. You flinch with every loud, metallic hit.

The little window opens to reveal a triangle-masked soldier. He stands there emotionless.

“My girlfriend's on her period- she's bleeding everywhere. We need the bathroom.”

There is silence from the Guard who is clearly unimpressed. Just before the little window is about to slide shut Namgyu kicks at the door, “Hey! I wanna fuck my girl- if you want, we could do it out here?!”

You try to wrench yourself out of his grip, toilet be damned but your heart absolutely sinks to find the pink soldier opening the metal door.

Namgyu only twirls, pumping his fist before pulling you in his arms, biting back a smile.

“Can't believe that worked,” Namgyu says, with a raised eyebrow and a happy little shrug as he drags you across the threshold. The trip to the women's bathroom is relatively short as you writhe and fight in his hands. There's virtually no reason for the pink guard to think any of this was consensual but they kept their stoicism on their face as you reached the girl's bathroom.

“We'll be quick,” Namgyu assures the guard with a tight sort of smile before pushing you into the bathroom, and closing the door after himself.

You trip on your way running into one of the stalls and he watches you, biting his nail.

“This is the girls bathroom, or are you too high to notice?” You hiss absolute venom as he bites his fingernail.

“Nah, I'm sober right now, which means I need something to take the load off.”

“Cool. Use your hand,” you sigh from within the stalls before dropping your pants to pee. It irked you that he was standing there, on the other side… waiting for you.

You make quick work of it all. Wiping, flushing, and making a beeline for the sinks. He lets you wash your hands but before you make it to the door his arms are wrapped around your waist.

“Uh Uh,” he tsks, “No ‘i miss you’ kiss, huh?” He drags you into his arms, kicking and screaming as he swipes your brains from across your panicked face.

“Only competent boyfriends get kisses,” Despite the fuss, the door doesn't open. Those guards have quite literally abandoned you in here to fend for yourself.

“I can make it up to you,” he said, “I miss you really bad, baby,” Namgyu's pushing your back against the sink, stained with that sickening, pastel colour as he lowers his nose into the crook of your neck. You writhe as he breathes you in deeply, before sighing. His erection pressed against your thigh.

“Someone else could walk in here,” you cry, feeling a dampness seep out of you, wetting your underwear. Your body was being traitorous because it was enjoying feeling anything other than fear. It yearned for it.

“Sto-” you attempt to catch your breath as he gropes at your breasts from over your tracksuit. “Stop touching me-” you say despite your legs getting weaker and weaker.

“You don't get to touch me anymore. You lost that privilege when you stopped being my boyfriend.” He was so much taller than you when he stretched his hand across your cheeks, forcing your neck back to make more space for his lips. A moan nearly spills out of you.

His hands are trembling and his tongue swipes out to lick the length of your neck. To your shock and horror, you melt in his grasp.

“You don't mean that-” he whispers against your skin. “No one's gonna fuck you like I do-”

“No one's going to steal my money like you do either-”

His hand flies down to your throat, choking as he says through clenched teeth, “I told you I had a problem-” he squeezes and for the briefest moment, you see stars. “I needed help and you abandoned me, you bitch-”

“I didn't abandon you-” His lips are on yours, silencing you in one messy kiss that him forcing his tongue into your mouth.

“You gonna be good for me, Huh?’ He says, hoarsely, your eyes glare up at him.

“Leave me alone-”

“You know I love it when you try to fight back,” his mouth breathes against your hair, “You trying to get me riled up babe, huh?”

His fingers find the lining of your own sweatpants and your heart stammers as he turns to push your front against the sink. Your hand grips at the cheap plaster and you avoid your own traitorous reflection in the mirror, lest you find not only fear in your eyes, but lust

“You know how bad I've needed this- fuck,” his voice cracks when fumbles his cock out, grinding against your ass with his eyes closed in ecstasy and his mouth hanging open. Your finger curls around the sink as the first moan slips out of you. It had his eyes flying open to look down at you in amusement and awe.

“I knew you weren't a completely stuck-up bitch,” he says, pulling you up by the base of the throat, “I knew you still wanted me.”

“I don't,” you squeak out as he pulls down your pants.

“No- but your body does,” he swipes your underwear to the side.

Your body spasms as he roughly sinks his digits into you once before pulling out.

“You miss me real bad,” he brings your fingers up in front of your face and your heart drops to find the arousal webbing his index and middle.

He continues to swipe your arousal from from your ass to your puffy clit and the need wracks through your entire body, building as you arched your ass backwards against him.

His mouth is by your ear, breathing heavily as he lines his cock up at your entrance, already leaking precum, “I know I gave you hell when we were out there-”

“Hell doesn't begin to cover- FUCK-” he rams his cock into you. Positively brimming with need as his hips stutter against you.

“Y-ou stole my fucking savings for drugs-” you get the sentence out quickly before moaning into the air, as your boyfriend fucks out all the frustration he's been carrying, all the need and the withdrawal.

“And I ate you out as an apology-” He reaches his hand around to clamp down on the base of your throat. Your mouth falls open when he cranes our neck back, his eyes boring into yours. “Don't you miss it baby, don't miss having me inside of you?”

“Y-Your eyes are diluted-” you begin to say, utterly incredulous. “You're high right now!”

His hips thrusts in shallow, quick strokes. “And your pussy's wet, guess we're both fucked.”

Your pussy tightens around him like a long lost friend, it knocks you out how deeply you've craved him. Needing reprieve from all the fear. “You're squeezing around my cock, you fucking slut-” that nearly has you seeing stars. Your body spasms.

“That it…” he whispers, “Don't think I haven't forgotten the way you abandoned me out there… But in here,” your eyes roll to the back of your head, “You dont so much as fucking breathe without my permission.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as his cock hits that particular pillow of nerves inside you, nearly flipping you off the edge.

“Spit on my hand,” he says, an edge to his voice that let you know he was far too close. You forgot how messy things got when you had sex with him. How much of a mess he made of you.

You do it without thinking about it and his eyes widen as he presses that same hand to your clit.

“F-Fuck!” Your eyes are squeezed shut as he reaches around to rub you to your orgasm. His movements only fumble when his hips start stuttering.

“N-Need you to cum for me-” he breathes out. “I’m jittery- baby. I need it- shit-” you slip into your orgasm right in front of him, milking his cock for all its worth. “F-Fuck this is so much better than drugs,” he murmers, eyes rolled back as a drunken smile ghosts over his face. He's in complete and utter euphoria.

Two rough knocks on the door signal the need for your return but Namgyu's cock is still spilling ropes of his cum inside you and you're doing nothing but taking it.

“I hate you,” you breathe out, because it's true. If it weren't for him you wouldn't be here.

His breath is warm against your neck as he says, “I love you too.

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toothfa-1-ry · 27 days ago

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JUST FATHER ACTIVITIES

Imagine in an alternative universe, somehow you and your baby daddy Thanos escape the games (don't ask me how) and you guys pay off all of your debts and have financial stability

Basically father! Thanos headcannons!!

First of all, thanos is a girl dad. Idc i do not make the rules you CANNOT and WILL not change my mind otherwise

After the games, irrelevant of whether you were also in the games with him or not, he'd quit his drug addiction and go to a rehabilitation for the sake of your daughter

You couldn't change him, but atleast your daughter could

Thanos would go with you to the gynae every single time without fail, he'd brag about it (very loudly) though

"Look" thanos points at all the patients in the waiting room in the gynae clinic "how many women do you see with their husband's accompanying them?"

"Thanos shut the fuck up" you'd hiss at him, while hitting his arm. The women around you guys giving you the stink eye which he proudly gave back

"I'm just saying the truth- is it a sin to speak the truth?!?"

Will brag to the doctor and nurses too

"Say doctor miss" he leans back at his chair with his head held up high "how many husband's accompany their wives to the clinic?"

"Oh well that depends, not all the time-"

*insert thanos's loud proud laugh, his head thrown back while you grimace*

"I'm the fucking best aren't i"

*insert your slow head shaking* "Yes babe, you sure are"

He was always protective of you, but it grew even stronger after he found out you were pregnant

The type to protect you from a pigeon if he felt like it looked at you for a second too long

"Wtf are you looking at you cross eyed motherfucker"

*glares at the pigeon from a distance"

The type of person to hyper fixated on whatever small movement you do cause he's doesn't want you to get hurt

"Oh be careful be careful" *Holds your hand* "hold my hand and dont let go, use your other hand on the railing"

Says that he doesn't need to read or watch those "pregnancy classes" or "how to take care of a new born" classes cause he's already fully prepared

You later find out that he signed up for one of those seminars online and attends those lectures at night while your asleep

Bro probably has even stronger baby fever than you do

Buys things for the baby and you

"Thanos.. what's that in your hand"

"It's a costume, a ironman costume"

"For?"

"Our daughter 🙄 duh y/n"

"Babe, she still isn't even born"

"I got you a costume too" *takes out a black widow costume that seemed a little too racey* "you should try wearing it now just incase-"

*he got hit by you for trying to get you pregnant again while you were pregnant*

Let's say nam gyu wasn't the slimy bitch he was in the series

Best GODFATHER ever. GOATED godfather, S TIER godfather

I already mentioned this but I'm sure Thanos and nam gyu would come up with names for the baby

I'm talking wack ass names that they genuinely find cool

The list of names would include marvel character names (cause cmon, the child's dad is literally called thanos) or rapper names

"Add cardi b on the list too"

"You know that's not her real name right?" Nam gyu asked, pausing before quickly scribbling the name down

"WHAT?!? Since when??"

I'm sure nam gyu even accompanied the two of you to the clinic atleast once or twice

He was banned from coming though cause him and Thanos together made too much noise

Whenever you and thanos are in public, it doesn't matter if your in a cafe or restaurant or if your just out for a walk

If he meets anyone and i mean anyone

He'd tell them that he was gonna be a dad

"Hey do you know that I'm gonna be a dad?" *points at you* "and that's the mom- she's carrying my baby"

"Sir I'm the waiter"

On the softer note though

Kisses you on the lips first and then kisses your stomach second before you both go to sleep

If you groan or even if he senses a inch of your discomfort he'll automatically try to figure out a way to make you feel in ease

Tries his best not to annoy you

(It doesn't always work cause being annoying is his entire personality trait but it's the effort that counts!!)

Ties your shoelaces for you cause you can't bend over

Traces shapes over your stomach while you both lie next to eachother

Reminds you how pretty you are everyday

"If I'm the legend Thanos, then I guess you would be a myth, cause only a face like yours could make a man like me want to quit"

"Your so corny"

But you wouldn't have it any other way

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junhoswifey · 18 days ago

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STUCK WITH ME - CHOI SU-BONG (THANOS) / PLAYER 230

a/n: not proofread! read at your own risk!! i wanted to put my own spin on thanos bc everyone makes him so mean and aggressive so i hope i did this justice 🤞🏻🤞🏻

pairing(s): choi su-bong (thanos) x female!reader

warnings: femme reader, ex bf!thanos, language, smut, fingering (r!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, normal squid game gore

summary: what happens when you reunite with your ex who did you dirty in a game where everyone is fighting to survive?

it has been almost a year since you and your ex boyfriend choi su-bong had broken up. you would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him practically everyday since then. but the two of you ended things for a reason and you knew you shouldn’t want him in the way you still do but you can’t help it.

su-bong had gotten caught up in some sort of crypto scam and he made you believe it in so much that he even convinced you to pitch your own money into it. of course it didn’t end up working out so that’s how you got where you are today almost 2 million won in debt.

you hated him for dragging you into this but you hated yourself more for trusting him and getting screwed over yet again.

you had been going about a normal day about to head back home for the night when a strange but attractive looking man approached you with an odd looking briefcase by his side. he made a promise to you that if you could beat him in a couple rounds of a silly game he would simply pay you. you were desperate so you played multiple rounds with him until you were fed up with him slapping you for losing. when you finished the man handed you a strange looking business card that you shoved in your pocket until you made it home.

so that’s how you ended up in a room with 455 other strangers. you were awoken by loud music blaring and lights coming on to see your surroundings. you looked down to see you had been changed into a green tracksuit with a small number ‘240’ in the corner of the jacket.

you had sat in your bunk for a while not sure what to do until finally a herd of guards with masks and pink outfits came through the doors. they had explained the rules to everyone and made you line up to go take photos for whatever reason before the first game begun.

“señorita? oh my god! is that really you?” you heard from a distance. you could recognize that voice anywhere. you turned around so fast you were surprise you didn’t get whiplash. there he was just a couple feet away from you, your ex boyfriend, choi su-bong.

you stared in shock as you took him in. he looked the same except he had gotten more tattoos and had freshly purple hair. you couldn’t deny that he looked good even in that ugly green tracksuit.

“what the the hell are you doing here?” you ask looking him up and down. he does the same back to you, “i could ask you the same.” he replied making you roll your eyes.

“well i’m actually here because someone made me lose all my fucking money for a scam.” you said sending him a glare before looking down at the ground. seeing him again after all this time had you feeling all sorts of emotions at once, especially anger.

“oh baby cmon! you’re really still mad about that?” he asked moving closer to you to get a better look. you hesitantly looked back up meeting his eyes once again. “of course I am! do you not understand that you made me go broke? i had to move back in with my parents for fucks sake!”

he just stared at you not knowing what to say next. you took that as an opportunity to get away from him, getting in line to take your photo. you posed for the camera giving a slight smile and throwing up your middle finger. you watched how su-bong practically did the same thing making you remember just how similar the two of you were.

once everyone had finished you were now all walking into a large field that looked like it was outside. the first thing everyone noticed was a giant creepy looking doll on the other side staring back at you.

you heard an automated voice call out to you and explain that you were going to be playing red light, green light. it explained the rules before everyone lined up in front of the starting line. it seemed simple enough. right?

before the game started you all watched how a man with the number ’456’ on his jacket screamed about how if you moved after red light was called you were going to be shot. he had to be crazy right? but his words stuck with you and once the game started and the voice finally called red light you stayed stiller than you ever have before.

everything seemed to be going just fine for a while as the man was guiding everyone and telling us when to go and stop. that was until the woman standing right next to you had a bee land on her neck. you heard her scream and before you could even process what was happening she had been shot, just like the man at the beginning had said.

when the voice called out green light yet again you stayed in your spot too taken aback to even move. you heard su-bong yell out to you, “hey you have to keep going. stay behind me.” so you did just that staying close behind him till you both reached the end.

once the game had concluded you found yourself back in the same bed from before laying down and staring at the ceiling. you had so many thoughts running through your mind. you knew you shouldn’t have come here in the first place. you knew there had to be some sort of catch, and now your life was all the line just to win some fucking money.

you heard footsteps approaching but you didn’t have to look to know who it was. “hey babe. you alright?” you looked over at su-bong wanting to ignore him but instead you sat up and faced him.

“don’t call me that su-bong.” you replied bluntly as you felt his gaze on you. he put his hands up in defense before sitting down next to you. “please stick next to me in here, i wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happened to you and i didn’t help.” you heard him say.

it made you smile a little. despite how much you hated his ass you knew deep down he still and always would care for you. he noticed this and it made him smile too. “also i would really like if you called me thanos.”

you scoffed and looked at him with a shocked face realizing that’s why he had the purple hair and colored nails. “you’re serious..? that’s the dumbest fucking rapper name i’ve ever heard.”

he laughed at your response noticing how you did a little too. “oh come on you know you love it.” you just stared at him not really knowing what to say but you honestly loved how he always came up with dumb shit like that and it suited him perfectly.

you two sat there for a while trying to catch up before you were interrupted by the guards once again. they had come in to congratulate the players who were still alive and said we would be holding a vote to stay or leave and split the money that had been accumulated so far.

you watched as the others voted one by one and when it was finally your turn you pressed the red ‘x’ with no hesitation. you watched thanos go shortly after you and to your surprise he had voted to stay. you watched him walk to the other side sighing as he smiled like it was no big deal.

as the voting was nearing an end you were sure you were going to make it out of there until the final voter, player ’001’ had pressed the blue ‘o.’

you stood there in disbelief for a minute before heading back to your bunk not wanting to be apart of the arguments that were already starting. you noticed thanos following close behind and you felt him grab your wrist.

you stared at him and his hand lingered on your arm not wanting to let go. “why did you do that?” you asked gesturing to the blue patch on his jacket. he looked at with an almost hurt expression. “oh come on baby you know i need the money. you do too. if we work through this together we can get that shit and get out of here safely.”

you just rolled your eyes at him trying to explain how putting your lives at risk wasn’t worth it but he didn’t seem to care. instead he pulled you to the bathrooms before you could stop him.

he pulled the two of you into the women’s restroom making you confused. “what the hell are you doing?!” you yelled trying to get out of his grip but he held on stronger.

“baby.. i’ve missed you so fucking much. i hate myself everyday for what i did to you and i know you do too. will you please work through this with me? we only have to do one more game and i promise i will make it up to you when we get that money and get out of here.” you heard him confess.

you wanted to scream at him for what he said. you wanted to tell him no and that he was wrong and you knew he was lying. but you didn’t. no, you couldn’t. instead you found yourself moving closer to him and before you knew it your lips were meeting his for the first time in almost a year.

the feeling made both of you let out soft moans and when you felt him move his hands lower onto your back you couldn’t help the noise that slipped out of you.

you pulled away for a second, your forehead still touching his and looking him in the eyes. “please don’t make me regret this. i want to trust you.” you whispered as he stared at you.

“i promise sweetheart. i want to make it up to you and i want to make you the happiest girl in the world. i will never stop feeling that way.” his words made the two of you smile before your lips met once again.

before you knew it the kiss was becoming more intense and full of need. thanos decided to pull you into a stall just incase someone had decided to walk in on the two of you.

you giggled as you felt him pick you up as if it was nothing. your lips never left his as he pushed you up against the door while holding you. “god i’ve missed this..” he whispered into your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“me too su-bong.” you let out as you felt him start to place kisses down your neck. this made you tilt your head back allowing him more access as you ran your fingers through his purple locks.

“can i take this off?” he asked holding onto your jacket while looking up at you. you nodded quickly and he practically ripped off your jacket as well as the t-shirt underneath.

you moaned softly as he placed kisses to your chest before ripping off your bra as well. he cupped one of your tits in his hand before placing his mouth around the other one.

“please don’t tease me baby.” you whispered which made him only suck harder on your nipple. you could already feel how wet you were becoming as you saw him smirk at your words.

“just wanna take my time with you sweets.” he said before trailing kisses down your stomach. when he got to the waistband of your pants he slipped them off in a matter of seconds leaving you in just your underwear.

“you’re so fucking beautiful.” he moaned as he took in the sight of you that was in front of him. you smiled at him before removing his own shirt and pants so you were now both in the same position. your mouth practically dropped at how good he looked and he couldn’t help but smirk at your reaction.

he removed his boxers before removing your own underwear leaving the two of you naked. it had been so long since you saw each other like this and it made the both of you blush slightly.

he moved closer and placed your lips together yet again. the feeling of your tits pressed up against his bare chest made the two of you moan, aching for more. you felt his hand trail down to your already soaking wet pussy and he stuck a finger in without warning making you moan again.

he kept his eyes on yours as he watched your reaction to his fingers. before you knew it he was adding another before moving his mouth to your tits again. the pleasure was staring to become overwhelming as it had been too long since someone had you like this.

your moans became louder and you knew if anyone walked into the bathroom they would know exactly what was going on. but to be honest, you didn’t care. you yelled out as you felt him pick up his speed encouraging you to cum on his fingers.

you did just that making him smirk at you again before he picked you up once more. he held a firm grip on your sides letting you know he wasn’t going to drop you.

“i love you so much su-bong.. i’m sorry for leaving.” you admitted to him looking into his eyes. “don’t apologize my girl. you had every right to do what you did. i was so shitty to you but i really hope you can forgive me. i just want to move forward with you and give you what you deserve. i love you.” he confessed.

you kissed him again this time a little more aggressive not wanting this moment to end. he held you tight and you could feel his erection against your stomach making you feel even wetter than before. “i need you baby…” you moaned out while looking up at him.

he wasted no time lining his cock up with your entrance. you both moaned before he pushed his length inside of you causing you to throw your head back. he held onto you as he trusted himself up into you never letting go once.

“fuck! you feel so good baby.” he moaned into your ear, resting his head on your shoulder. your nails met his back scratching lightly as he thrusted into you over and over again.

“faster thanos please!” you yelled out wanting more of him. he did what you said thrusting into you even quicker. he would be lying if he said you calling him his nickname didn’t turn on even more. he absolutely loved the effect you had on him.

the speed of his thrusts and the sounds of his soft whimpers in your ear was enough to send you over the edge. you were close and you knew he was too.

“‘m so close baby.” he whispered slamming into you even harder than before.

he wrapped a hand around your throat knowing how much it turned you on. you moaned louder than before at the feeling and you knew you were done for. “i’m gonna cum!” you yelled feeling your orgasm getting closer.

“that’s it baby let it out, cum all over my cock.” he said causing you to do just that. not long after he was releasing inside of you painting your insides white with one last thrust into you.

he pulled out of you before cleaning the two of you up carefully. when the two of you were dressed again you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “what?” he asked looking at you confused. “i can’t believe we just did that here.” you replied smiling big at him causing him to do the same.

“i’d do that with you anywhere!” he said causing you to lightly smack him on the arm. you rolled your eyes before giving him another quick kiss. “i love you.” he said.

“i love you too su-bong.” you replied as you felt him kiss your forehead before opening the stall door for the two of you. he grabbed your hand before heading back to the others. little did you know what was coming your way.

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omfg i think i speak for everyone when i say we need more thanos and nam gyu boyfriend content bc OHMYGOD i need them i need them to pass ME like a blunt

Passed Around

omg uhhh..... YES??!!! there's just somethin about the idea of smoking with them and then getting absolutely RUINED by both of them. you would have to pull me out of a room with them by the back of my neck like a fucking DOG!!! I NEED BOAF EM SO BAYYYYDDDDD!!!! I hope you enjoy anon!!! <3

Warnings: smut (18+), bro..I took this and fucking ran with it omg, weed smoking, sex while high, threesome, oral (m and f receiving), they both eat you out at the same time, choking, squirting, multiple orgasms, recording sex (they both do it), missionary, doggy style, deep throating/ throat fucking, name calling (bitch, slut, whore) ((but they really mean it endearingly)) , facial, lil bit of cum play, spit, spanking, Thanos slaps you like once (not in a mean way), fuckeddumb! Reader, probably more, read at your own risk

If anyone comes across this that’s not familiar with my profile- first off hiiii!- second, this request bounces of a previous thangyu x reader request you can find here - it’s not needed to read it before this, just wanted to put it here if you wish to find more of my thangyu content :D

If someone asked if you were lucky, you’d say yes without a doubt in your mind. And it’s all because of your two doting boyfriends!

Thanos and Nam-gyu were admittedly like night and day, they couldn’t be more different from each other- but that’s what makes them work so well! You got the best of both worlds.

You hardly could ever spend a moment alone, they always had to be by you. If they both weren’t there, one of them was. But thankfully tonight, you have both of them at your sides. You’re sandwiched in between them on Nam-gyu’s bed. A blunt is being passed between the three of you, the room smoky and only lit by the bright colors of the TV that blares the show you guys were watching. You think you guys are on your third or fourth blunt of the night- you weren’t sure they just kept rolling anytime one was finished, and you just kept smoking them.

You’re laid back against the headboard of Nam-gyu’s bed. Your hooded eyes watching the TV with a dazed expression. The warmth of their body’s only helping to relax you further than you already are.

They’re curled around you, Thanos was to your left, he had his arm slung around you, your head on his shoulder, one of his tattooed fingers playing with your hair. He’d alternate between stroking your hair or just having his hand slung over your shoulder, going under the collar of your shirt to grab at one of your breasts- it wasn’t even sexual, he just loved the feel of your tits in his hands. It calmed him down! At least that’s what he always told you.

Nam-gyu is lying on top of your stomach, legs entangled with yours. His cold hands are under your shirt, drawing random patterns against the skin of your stomach. Your hand is in his hair, twirling the black strands around your fingers. Anytime you’d poke his head to pas him the blunt, he’d remove his hands from under your shirt to reach up and take the blunt, hit it, then pass it back to Thanos- returning his hands to under your shirt. Following in Thanos’ footsteps as he’d reach his hand up to your other breast that Thanos wasn’t occupying and copy his movements.

And that’s how you guys stay for a bit as you smoked, Thanos and Nam-gyu would occasionally have a hand on one of your tits, removing themselves from you only to hit the blunt.

You were either too high, too entranced in the show on TV or in such a calm haze by their gentle touches and presence, or a mixture of all three- but you seem to miss the look your two boyfriends give each other. It’s a silent confirmation that they both want the same thing-you. There’s a hungry glint in both of their eyes as they stare at each other. Thanos nods, his grin widening as he nudges you with his arm that’s skin around your shoulder.

Thanos takes a long drag, sucking in the smoke, and holding it in for a moment. You think he’s trying to show you something, why else would he get your attention by nudging you like that? You also feel Nam-gyu twist his head against your stomach. You look down to find his chin resting against your flesh, looking up at you with red tinted eyes and a hazy smile, “Hi my baby.” You coo quickly, with a confused giggle, hand running over his hair making sure to acknowledge him- god forbid you give Thanos more attention than Nam-gyu.

You’re then quickly turning your face back to Thanos, trying to see what he wanted to show you. You watch him as he stares at you with his hooded eyes. He lets his breath go, the yellow-ish smoke is billowing out of his mouth. Your eyes widen, “ooohhh! It’s yellow, you guys picked up really good shit this time.” You praise, figuring that’s that he wanted to show you. But it wasn’t.

They both chuckle, Thanos passes the blunt to Nam-gyu, reaching over you and skipping your turn in the rotation completely. You’re pulled out of your stoned haze as you whip your head to look at Thanos accusatorially. “What the fuck?! You skipped me.” You pout looking over to Nam-gyu who smirks at you and hits the blunt, staring at you mockingly from his spot against your stomach.

The purple haired man to your left just laughs, leaning in and beginning to trail his nose up your neck, inhaling your scent. His hand, now free from the blunt runs up your stomach, over your chest, and up your neck to your jaw, turning your face back to him. “You don’t need to be hittin’ that Señorita, you’re gonna be busy.” He mumbles, a wicked grin on his face as he brings you closer to him, capturing your lips in his.

You sigh into it, it’s slow and full of tongue. You always hate how easily they can make you melt. Your lips move in sync, Thanos’ tattooed hands come to cup the sides of your face, pulling you impossibly closer. His tongue is exploring your mouth, tasting you for all you’re worth.

You let out a surprised sound that was akin to a squeak as from your right side, Nam-gyu’s hands are all over you, gripping at your waist as he pushes your shirt up to begin leaving open mouthed kisses on your stomach, the blunt hanging loosely between his fingers as he pushes himself upwards to begin to kiss along your neck as you continue kissing his purple haired counterpart part. Thanos is suddenly pulling away from the kiss, biting your bottom lip as he retreats. His hands push your face to your right and immediately Nam-gyu’s lips are on yours.

Any time they do something like this, pushing you or guiding you to the other when they’re finished- truly sharing you rather than competing with each other- it has you spinning. The contrast between Thanos’ desperate, rough kiss to Nam-gyu’s forceful and needy one already has you feeling hot and bothered.

Nam-gyu always kisses you so fervently, like you’re a dream that he never wants to wake up from. His hands are working up your waist to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh in his hands. Thanos hisses, feeling his cock harden as he watches you two make out, gritting his teeth and drawing in a shaky breath when he sees one of Nam-gyu’s hands remove itself from under your shirt and come up to grip at your throat as he pulls away from the kiss.

It’s an instant reaction when his grip tightens on your neck, you whine out desperately, eyebrows upturning and pupils blowing wide. You can hear the both of them chuckle. Nam-gyu is pulling you up, guiding you by your throat to a kneeling position. Thanos situates himself behind you, hands reaching up under your shirt, immediately beginning to pull at your perky nipples. Thankfully, you hardly ever wore a bra when you were with them- why would you? It just gets in the way more often than not.

“See… all it takes is me choking her and she gets so worked up f’us. ‘S like a lil on switch ain’t it?” Nam-gyu chides with a mocking tone, punctuating his words by squeezing your throat harder. It causes you to bite your lip, your body temperature sky rocketing, you can feel your pussy begin to throb. The pressure that’s added to your neck causes you to arch back into Thanos, pressing your ass back into him.

You hear Thanos chuckle darkly as he hooks his chin over one of your shoulders his hands dropping from your breasts to your hips, his fingers slipping below the waist band of your shorts- which were actually a pair of Nam-gyu’s boxers- to feel you against his palms entirely- he honestly wished you weren’t even wearing those stupid fucking boxers, they just get in the way. He’s pulling your ass back onto his hardening cock, “I know right…” he hums back in response to Nam-gyu who’s still using one hand to hold your throat while the other works to roughly grope at your breasts.

Thanos begins to grind his erection on your ass, you can only begin to breath heavier when you feel the thick heat of his cock begin to grow against your back. “Cute little thing just loves being man handled…” Thanos mocks into your ear. “Bet she’s already dripping just by us fondling her a bit, so easy…” he adds, you can hear the mocking pout in his voice although you can’t see his face.

Nam-gyu is staring at you like you’re an ancient greek statue of a long forgotten goddess that he wants to devote himself to and devour, and you can only imagine that Thanos facial expression is similar. “Of course she is…” Nam-gyu hums, his hand pulls away from your breast, pulling your nipple with as he does.

You bite down on your bottom lip harder, your eyes squeeze shut and you let out a soft moan. It makes both of them become infinitely harder. As Nam-gyu releases your nipple, Thanos is leaning further over your shoulder. They both watch hungrily as the flesh bounces back to your chest, jiggling a bit before settling back into place. “Why don’t you check? Check to see how wet her slutty pussy is just from us barely messin’ with her.” Thanos directs at Nam-gyu.

Thanos is pulling away quickly working to pull your (his) shirt over your head. When the shirt’s is thrown off to the side, Thanos’ hand replaces Nam-gyu’s on your throat, pulling you back into him. His mouth is on your neck, teeth biting into the flesh. His other tattooed hand is attaching to the swell of your breasts his thumb rubbing over your nipples before pinching.

At the same time one of Nam-gyu’s hands is gripping at your hip and the other is slipping his hand down into the waistband of the boxers you’re wearing. His hand molds to your pussy, letting out a low growl when he feels how wet you’re becoming.

“She’s fucking soaked…” he directs towards Thanos, you can tell by his voice that with his discovery, a new level of hunger is reached within the dark haired male. Nam-gyu moves his hand on your hip reaches up and pulls one of Thanos’ hand off your breasts, “outta my way.” He grumbles before his mouth is around your nipple.

Thanos is behind you, grumbling under his breath, his cock rutting into your back harder, “fuckin’ selfish.” He scolds Nam-gyu. He releases his hand on your throat to drop it to the breast that his counterpart wasn’t occupying, “yer already playin with her pussy, bro, c’mon.” He continues. It only makes your chest heave faster. Something about them fighting over you always made your heart and pussy flutter.

Nam-gyu’s mouth always was, and currently is relentless. He’s sucking your nipple into his mouth and moaning into your flesh like he’s in heaven. His fingers are practically finger painting with your arousal, smearing the syrupy liquid that is gushing out of you around your cunt and thighs. “Mhm…” Nam-gyu responds, mouth still attached to your breast. He pulls off with a wet pop, looking up to Thanos who was still leaning over your shoulder “And she’s soooo fuckin’ wet dude…such a messy fuckin’ pussy.” Nam-gyu teases, knowing it would only piss Thanos off that he wasn’t tasting or feeling your sweet cunt like Nam-gyu was.

Nam-gyu’s fingers worked magic, playing with your folds and coaxing more and more sweet and wetness to drip out of your cunt. He’s practically massaging your pussy, moaning into your tits as he savors the soft feeling of your soaking cunt on his fingers. You’re a panting mess against Thanos, soft moans beginning to slip through your lips.

“Oh fuck you…” Thanos seethes at Nam-gyu, taking his irritation out on you- squeezing harder at your breast and grinding his hard cock against your ass. “I can’t wait any longer. I needa taste ‘er.” Thanos growls, lightly shoving you forward into Nam-gyu as he begins to move out from behind you, scooting on his knees around the bed. “Finally somethin’ we agree on.” Nam-gyu scoffs with a laugh.

It’s a skillfully rehearsed set of movements, one they’ve done hundreds of times. Thanos pushes you forward, Nam-gyu pulls you into him, removing his hand out of the boxers you wore and pulling them down your thighs. The boxers you wore are thrown haphazardly across the room. The raven haired male is then pushing you back onto the bed, your head hits the pillows. Thanos soon joins Nam-gyu in front of you.

They each take one of your ankles in their hands. Their hands mirror each other as they slide down your legs. At this point you know you’re fucking drenched, it’s embarrassing really. And as they look down at you like two wolves ready to pounce on a fawn you’re whimpering eyes frantically darting between the two, not being able to figure out where to focus.

They’re pushing your thighs open, spreading you wide, your glistening cunt on full display for them. “Oh-ho…” Thanos chuckles, “you were right, pretty thing’s dripping for us..” his hand comes to cup your pussy, grinding his palm into your clit. He exhilerated by your sloppy state, your thighs and pubic bone covered in your own arousal thanks to Nam-gyu’s earlier work. “‘Gyu did a good job huh? His fingers feel good?” Thanos muses down to you, his tattooed middle finger beginning to trace around the outside of your cunt. You twitch against his hand, the way your pussy clenches with the minimal attention makes the both of him draw in sharp breaths.

“Mhm..” you whine out in response to Thanos your eyes trained on him as you bite your lip and nod, your hips canting up into his touch trying to get him to touch where you needed it. Your eyes dart over to Nam-gyu who’s licking his lips, hand gripping at your one of your inner thighs, thumb pulling your cunt open for them to see you better. “Made me feel so good.” You direct towards Nam-gyu. His yes look up to you, a soft smile spreading across his lips at the praise- in an instant the hungry, devious grin is back.

They seem to think the same thing, they’re both laying down on the bed, their faces becoming level with your cunt. Nam-gyu is the first to touch you again, his hand coming up to rest on your pubic bone, hand turning down, his thumb and pointer finger coming to spread you nice ‘n wide. It’s a beautiful sight, pretty pink cunt just drooling milky white arousal that spills down to your ass.

“Fucking Christ….” Thanos says with a wide grin, the hand around your thigh gripping harder, he’s looking at your pussy like it’s the million dollar jackpot at the casino or a free ounce of weed. “Perfect fucking cunt..” Nam-gyu muses, his eyes staring at your pussy hungrily, his fingers pinching together slightly causing you to whimper and arch into his touch.

“You needy, baby? Wan’ us to eat your pretty ‘lil pussy?” Thanos asks, you let out a breathless laugh, pushing yourself up on your elbows to look down at the perfect view below you. “F-fuck yes. P-please I need it. Need both of you…” You beg them desperately. They seem to look at each other for a moment before either agreeing your begging was good enough or they just couldn’t wait any longer.

The feeling of both their tongues meeting your cunt at the same time is exhilarating. They’ve done it plenty of times before but you’ve never gotten used to it. They both watch you out differently, leaving you with two different patterns lapping greedily at your pussy. Your hands are gripping the sheets of the bed beside you in a white-knuckled grip. The obscene sounds of your wet pussy and they’re slurping is sure to be heard through the walls of nam-gyu’s apartment.

They’re messy, unforgiving. Their tongues intertwine on top of your clit. Both pairs of lips wrapping around the bud. You can tell they’re just as fucked out as you are, their eyes peer up at you from between your legs, taking in every one of your reactions. It’s a view you always will think about, both of their faces buried deep in your cunt, noses bumping against your clit in alternate movements.

You’re crying out, stomach tensing. Fighting your head from falling back in ecstasy on the pillows, you really don’t want to look away from the two men who are slurping at your messy cunt like your arousal is the elixir of life. “H-holy f-fuck…” you gasp out, hips grinding up into their mouths. You can feel the vibrations of their laughs, it only sends more shocks of pleasure through your body. Thanos pulls away, leaning his face against your thigh, Nam-gyu wastes no time to fill in his place, his mouth engulfing you- tongue thrusting into your tight head.

“Mhm…” Thanos coos at you, his eyes trained on the way Nam-gyu messily tongue fucks you. “So fuckin messy…” he mocks, “you hear how loud your pussy is? Needed us so bad, huh, princess?” Thanos asks, Nam-gyu’s eyes open again and lock with yours, wanting to see your reaction. Your eyebrows are upturned, your pillowy lips wet and swollen, heaving breaths causing your breasts to jiggle with each exhale. “F-fuck ohmygod ‘Gyu..” you cry out, “y-yes needed you two so fuck- so fucking bad.” You finish.

Thanos is leaning back down, shoving Nam-Gyu to the side so he can get his own fill. Thanos is always so much more erratic than Nam-gyu. While Nam-Gyu eats you out like a dog lapping at water on a hot day, long, languid, deep strokes of his tongue trying to savor the taste of you, Thanos eats your cunt like a man starved. It’s fast paced, messy, and he’s all over you. He’s even pulling back to spit on your puffy cunt before going back in for seconds

Nam-gyu watches Thanos, his face wet by your arousal, “Such a whore…” he says, even with the harsh pet name, there’s an odd softness to his voice, he’s praising you. His hand reaching up to your face, his middle and ring finger pulling at your bottom lip. You knew what to do, your lips part sucking in his fingers. “Mhm…” he says nodding at you as your tongue swirls around his digits, the pads of his fingers pushing at your tongue, “so good f’us, smart girl knows what she needs to do….” He adds.

The purple haired rapper is pulling away from your cunt, your clit sucked into his lips as he does. You’re crying around Nam-Gyu’s fingers, eyes rolling back at the wet ‘pop’ that sounds through the room as Thanos releases your clit. “We’ve trained her well.” He mumbles against your pussy. You’re shaking against the bed, whining around Nam-gyu’s fingers. His fingers pull themselves from your mouth, wet with your saliva. He’s quickly settling back down next to Thanos, his fingers beginning to play with your puffy cunt. Your head kicks back onto the pillow as you moan out a mix of both their names.

You can hear Thanos chuckle darkly and you’re weakly pulling your head off the pillow to look down. They both have their cheeks rested against one of your thighs, just staring at the way your cunt continuously gushes thick streams of your arousal, clenching impatiently. “Ya’ didn’t even have to wet your fingers…she’s already so fuckin wet…” Thanos hisses through grit teeth, like your pussy is the most delicious sight he could ever lay his eyes upon. “Just wanted your fingers in her throat you pervert.” He laughs, looking over to Nam-gyu with a wide grin.

“Can you blame me? You seen the way she looks at you with your cock shoved down her throat, ‘s the same look.” Nam-gyu scoffs, his fingers teasing your entrance. You’re trying to grind down into his fingers, wanting your cunt to finally be full but the weight of their heads on your thighs keeps you from moving.

They either seem to have come to the conclusion they teased you enough or have waited long enough because in a second Nam-gyu’s fingers are deep within your spongy walls and both their tongues were back on your clit. Your back arches off the bed, your head tilting heavenward as you let out a choked sob. They don’t ease you into it, no they’ve been fucking you- ruining you- for well over a year now they know you can take it. And with the weed coursing through their system their mind is only set on one thing and that is feeling you, tasting you, as you cum on their tongues.

It’s so fucking filthy, the sounds that come from in between your legs only turn you on more. Nam-gyu’s fingers are pistoning into your cunt, scissoring themselves inside you and reaching places you know your fingers never could. He knows you like the back of his hand, knows exactly where to curl his fingers to brush against that spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars. Nam-gyu pulls away from your cunt, his fingers never ceasing. Thanos wastes no time in shifting over the slightest bit to fully coat your throbbing clit with the soft, wet warmth of his tongue.

“Ya’ know how much of a slut you are?” Nam-gyu hums, dark eyes watching as his fingers disappear into your leaking hole, pushing out more of your arousal onto the bed and observing how Thanos’ lips suck on your clit, tongue playing with it in swiveling motions. “Letting two men eat your depraved cunt…” The black haired male chides. Your eyebrows are upturned, your wide eyes looking at him with a fucked out haze to them. You’re just nodding alone to his words dumbly, hips grinding down on his fingers as you let out choked ‘uh-huh!’s. “And you just love it.” His eyebrow quirks up when he feels you tighten at his words, “yeeeahhh you do…can feel you squeezing me pretty girl.” He muses, beginning to curl his fingers upward in a devine, fast paced curling motion that makes the wet ‘schlick, schlick, schlick” sound that comes from your cunt become even louder.

Thanos chuckled against your cunt, pulling off of you. Nam-gyu immediately takes his place, his fingers and mouth working at your raw pussy desperate to have you cum on his tongue. Thanos is sitting up and leaning over you, laughing when he sees how your head is tilted back and your eyes are screwed shut in ecstasy. He grips your chin, hard, yanking you to face him. Your eyes shoot open to look at him, your body jerking upwards with every harsh thrust of Nam-Gyu’s fingers. “Ohhhh….” Thanos lets out in a low hum, “you’re close aren’t you? Gonna cum f’us?” He asks.

You’re babbling incoherently at this point, the way Nam-gyu is sucking at your cunt as his fingers burry themselves deep in your twitching walls makes you not be able to even think straight. Thanos is laughing, his hand coming up to connect with the side of your face in a harsh slap. It wasn’t hard, it was enough to sting, and fuck, did it make your cunt throb. You can tell Nam-gyu feels it because he scoffs against your pussy, letting out a muffled ‘filthy fuckin slut’ against your puffy folds when he feels you tighten around his fingers when you’re slapped.

Thanos hand goes back to gripping your chin after the slap, shaking your head around in a degrading manner “Answer me sweetheart. We haven’t even fucked ya’ yet and you’re already acting like a brainless whore. C’mon now, tell ‘Gyu how good he’s doin’, gonna make you cum huh?” The purple haired man growls.

“F-fuck y-yes! Feels, oh shit, feels so fucking good, ‘m g-gonna, ohmygod.” Your eyes are fluttering back as the heat in your lower stomach grows almost painful, your words cut off by choked sobs, Thanos is reaching his free hand down to push on your lower stomach, a high-pitched squeal falling out of your lips as you’re hurled towards your orgasm.

“O-oh fuck! ‘m cumming! fuckfuckfuck!!” Your words are slurred and babbled, your eyes screwing shut as you’re cumming hard. You can hear the wet gush of your cunt spraying down Nam-Gyu’s hand, drenching the sheets below you, and he’s drinking you up for all your worth, practically sucking your orgasm out of you.

“Oho! There you go! Fuck you’re makin such a mess.” Thanos praises, eyes never straying from the view of you soaking Nam-gyu’s face. You’re thrashing against the bed, hips rutting into his face as he greedily swallows your cum. You have to reach a hand up and push at his head, his lips still wrapped around your clit even after your orgasm is over. When he pulls his face up you whine breathlessly- he’s covered. His face, neck, and chest are soaked with droplets of your arousal.

“Could fuckin’ eat your sweet pussy all day..” Nam-gyu says breathlessly as his dark eyes look down to see the mess he’s made of you. Your cunt is raw and puffy, coated in your arousal and cream they worked out of you. Nam-gyu is reaching into his back pocket with one hand and using the other to spread you open so he can see your pretty pussy entirely. His and comes back around, pulling out his phone and opening the camera to take a couple pictures of his artwork. You’re whining in protest- though you really love when they do that, you know they’re only ever shared between the two of them. Both of them have albums of pictures of you once they’re through with you- they have to have things to look at if you’re not around!!

You’re pretty sure they plan out every time they’re going to fuck you. It’s like they meet before and type out an itinerary of who gets to fuck your cunt when and who’s taking your throat. Like they plan a play by play so when it comes down to it they’re not wasting any time.

You see Nam-gyu typing and then hear Thanos phone go off a moment later. They’re both maneuvering back down to your cunt, tongues going back and enveloping your pussy. You cry out, entirely overstimulated at the moment but they have to clean you up!!

They’re pulling away from your cunt in a mess of spit and saliva, tongues hanging out like dogs panting. Thanos is looking at your fucked out form when Nam-gyu goes back in for seconds (thirds.), his lips wrapped around your clit and his tongue working against it. You’re moaning out broken syllables of their names, hips grinding against his tongue. Thanos looks down annoyed at Nam-gyu, obviously straying from whatever plan they had made up.

Thanos’ painted nails are tangling themselves into Nam-gyu’s hair, yanking him off your cunt roughly. You and the male between your thighs let out echoing moans. “Quit being greedy.” He scolds at Nam-gyu,

You’re still coming down from your orgasm as they bicker, you don’t think you could ever get used to the both of them eating you out at once. Your cunt is still leaking syrupy cum, a thick trail of the creamy arousal beginning to drop down to your ass. Nam-gyu fights against Thanos’ hold to drop back down and begin devouring the rest of your cum. He’s moaning in your pussy, the taste of your orgasm one of his worst addictions, he could never get enough and always needed a fix. Thank god you were a timely dealer!

He’s pulling away from your cunt and smirking, “Couldn’t let it go to waste, bro…’s a delicacy.” Nam-Gyu says turning back to Thanos with a shit eating grin. In no time, They’re crawing off the bed, ridding themselves of their pants and boxers, beginning to maneuver you expertly. Nam-gyu grabs a hold of your ankles, spinning you horizontally across the bed. Thanos is then gripping your wrists and pulling you towards him, your head hanging off the bed.

You’re looking at him upside down as his tattooed hand begins to fist his hard cock over your face, his other hand reaching down to slap one of your breasts sharply then grabbing at the flesh. You’re whining out looking up at him, his grin is nearly sadistic as you know what’s about to come next.

Since this arrangement has been going on for a long while now, they’ve come to have favorite positions for both of them to use you in. It was a long and arduous task to try and find the happy neutral ground. Hey! No one ever said having two boyfriends was easy work.

This position happened to be one they compromised on. Thanos loved seeing the imprint of his cock sliding in and out of your throat, he loved being able to choke you. And Nam-gyu loved nothing more than to be able to see your cunt stretched out around your cock and your tits bounce as he fucked you. And you? Well, you were getting absolutely destroyed by them either way so you were just happy they found something that they didn’t have to fight over.

You feel the bed shift under the weight of Nam-gyu crawling back onto the bed. He’s kneeling between your legs, hands reaching down to your hips to lift you up, your legs resting limply over his hips. You can feel the weight of his heavy cock against your stomach. His ring clad hands are running up and down your thighs.

“Been waiting for this all day…could never get enough of this tight cunt…” Nam-gyu growls, looking up to Thanos as he nods in agreement, his hips beginning to move back and forth to grind his cock in the mess that was spread around your cunt and pubic bone. The underside of his dick catching your clit with each motion.

“Best pussy and mouth out there, aren’t we lucky….” Thanos praises, eyes flicking down to you. He quirks up an amused eyebrow when he sees your desperate state, your mouth hung open nice and wide, already waiting for his cock. He releases your breast from his grip, Nam-gyu’s hands now sliding up your stomach to replace them.

Thanos’ hand that isn’t occupied by fisting his cock runs up to your neck, dragging a squeezed hand up the expanse of your throat. “What a greedy slut you are, beautiful..” Thanos mocks, “Just had two men devour your sloppy pussy and now you just can’t wait to get stuffed…”

“Wouldn’t be nice to keep her waiting, would it?” Nam-gyu hums, hand coming to splay itself on your pubic bone, thumb reaching down to flick at your clit. You can feel him begin to rub the leaking tip of his cock between your folds, a breathy falling from your lips.

“Yeahhh…” Thanos grins watching as Nam-gyu teases your cunt, “Wants it bad doesn’t she…” he continues, his thumb pinching at your pert nipple as he lowers his hefty cock to your face, you know exactly what to do. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth beginning to press open mouthed kisses down his thick shaft, lathing your tongue over the hot skin as you twitch against Nam-gyu.

Nam-gyu pushes the tip of his bulbous cock-head into your sopping walls, it’s a stretch you don’t think you could ever be prepared for no matter how many times he’s fucked you. You let out a cracked whine, the blissful fullness of his cock entering you being quickly ripped away as he pulls back out. Maybe it’s some kind of obscure fetish he had, but he loved just sinking his fat cock-head into your tight cunt, watching as you greedily suck him in and consume his tip in a wet, sopping warmth. He’s edging himself while edging you.

Thanos laughs as you moan out, head falling further off the bed as you throw it back in pleasure. “So mean…” he directs at the raven haired man who fucks you shallowly, “She jus’ wants to be stuffed and you’re teasing her..” Thanos says, you can tell he really doesn’t feel bad for you, in fact he likes watching as Nam-gyu rocks into your cunt, he loves being able to see your face twist into a contorted expression of bliss.

“‘M not stopping you from fucking her slutty mouth..fill ‘er up if she’s wants to be stuffed so bad..” Nam-gyu grunts, pulling all the way out and slapping his thick cock against your weeping cunt with a wet ‘plap plap plap’ before beginning to sink back into you.

And only a few moments later, stuffed you are. Thanos is balls deep in your throat, heavy balls hanging over your eyes as he slides his cock in and out of your tight throat. Your face, his balls, and anything in the vicinity is covered in your spit. It’s sloppy. Debauched. Hes thrusting into your throat without abandon, one of his hands coming down to caress your throat feeling the bulge of his thick cock slide down your esophagus. You’re helplessly gagging and moaning around him, fountains of spit bubbling out of your throat- making it all the more sloppy which only urges Thanos to fuck your throat harder. “Takin me so well…letting me use this fuckin’ throat.” He growls, “Can feel how fuckin’ deep I am ohmygod…” he’s hissing, his words punctuated by him grabbing your throat harder, his teeth clenched.

Nam-gyu finally sinks fully into you, wasting no time to begin thrusting into your sopping cunt. It’s damn near violent, every thrust jolting you forward, shoving Thanos’ cock deeper into your throat. All you can do is let out choked muffled moans. “‘Gyu makin’ you feel good, sweetheart?”

You let out a muffled ‘mhm! mhm!” The vibrations making Thanos stiffen. His hand grips harder at your throat, “easy, girl..fuck!…Fuckin do that and I’ll cum too quick” Thanos is growling, beginning to choke you with his hand as his cock stuffs your throat.

Between your legs Nam-gyu’s hips jackhammer into yours at a damn near evil pace. Your pussy is stretched impossibly wide, yet you still grip his thick length with a tightness that could fool him into thinking he’s never ruined your sweet cunt before. It’s one of the reasons he can never get enough. Anytime he draws his hips back a streak of milky-white coats his cock, forming a ring as the base of his dick anytime he slams back into you. He reaches so deep, filling your cunt until you’re moaning out mindlessly, though your sounds come out choked and garbled around Thanos’ cock that’s shoved in your mouth.

Thanos’ hand was still on your throat, his head kicked back as his hips thrust brutally into the tight cavern of your throat. Your tongue sliding along the top of his cock as his tip bullies its way down your throat. You’re gagging and spitting around his length, choked moaned muffled by the thick dick sliding up and down your throat. “F-fuck.” He stutters out in a breathless laugh, a blissful grin stretched across his lips. “Such a good cock sucker, so fuckin sloppy.” He says pulling all the way out of your throat with a sickening wet sound. You’re gasping for air, a messy string of spit coming out of your mouth and connecting your mouth to the tip of his throbbing cock. His hand releases his harsh grip on your throat, hand moving up and down the expanse of your neck in a soothing motion. “Look at you Señorita…” he says in a proud tone, “such a beautiful sight..” he hums.

You then watch from an upside down view as he fumbles for his phone that was on the ground. You se him unlock it and presumably go to the camera app. He comes back closer to you, resting his heavy cock on your face. Your suspicions are proved correct when the flash of his camera flicks on, you only get impossibly righter- clenching around Nam-gyu who lets out a choked, “slut loves to be filmed”

Thanos is pointing the phone down at you as he slides his cock past your pillowy lips. He watches through the phone screen as he sinks deeper into your mouth, you’re gagging around him as he begins to push past the tight ring of your throat. “Mhm…” he mumbles to himself, eyes trained on the bulge that begins to show in your throat on the image displayed on his phone. His hand is back on your throat, squeezing it before trailing down, his phone camera following his movements. He leans over you, his cock sinking deeper into your throat. His hand grips at your tits that bounce with Nam-gyu’s thrusts. He then pans the camera up, catching how Nam-gyu fucks into your cunt.

The corner of Nam-gyu’s bottom lip is caught in his teeth, one of his hands is around your hip, holding you up slightly as he thrusts into you, the other is reaching up to take his hair back and out of his face before dropping back down to his side. The wet sound of skin slapping on skin is resounding through the room, most certainly being picked up by the camera recording you three. Thanos cannot deny how fucking hot the view is that the phone camera captures. He watches on through the screen as Nam-gyu reaches his free up and begins to play with your clit. You sob out in pleasure round Thanos’ cock. The vibrations cause him to nearly fall over, he has to stop his recording abruptly- throwing his phone to the side before pulling out of your throat.

“C’mon man I gotta fuck her cunt.” Thanos nearly begs Nam-gyu. Nam-gyu thrusts into your pussy once more, sinking balls deep in you, wanting to hear you cry out for him without Thanos’ cock muffling the sounds. And that you do, it’s a choked, wracked whine, it’s a cute sound that has both of them groaning in response. Nam-gyu is pulling out of you, looking down to see how your cunt holds the shape of his tick cock for a second before desperately clenching around nothing. “Fine, fine….i wanna feel her choke on my cock too anyway.” The longer haired male is scoffing.

Once again, they’re moving you with a swiftness that leaves you no time to process what position you’re in until you feel the tips of their cocks touch you. You’re on all fours, back arched so prettily. Thanos is behind you painted nails digging into the flesh of your ass as he rocks his dick against you. Nam-gyu is in front of you, one hand gripping the base of his cock as he runs his leaking tip against your lips- smearing his pre-cum on your lips like a new personalized lipgloss- his other hand gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

In tandem they’re sinking back inside you. Your moans muffled by Nam-gyu’s cock. Despite being stretched out by Nam-gyu fucking you previously, you’re were still gripping down on Thanos’ cock like a vice. His hips are drawing back, watching the way your cunt sucks him back into your tight walls. Your eyes look up at Nam-gyu his head tilted back and his mouth hung open singing praises of your name as your tongue swirled around him.

“Still so fuckin’ tight…” Thanos growls, his hips slapping into your ass violently, his painted nails leaving crescent moon shaped imprints in the far of your ass. One of his hands releases its grip to smack your ass, it’s hard and painful, making you sob out and choke around Nam-gyu’s cock. “Dirty fuckin’ bitch.” The male in front of you growls, feeling your moans around his dick when Thanos spanks you. It’s resounding through your head as deep rumble that only makes your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

“Creamin’ all over my fuckin’ cock.” You hear Thanos growl from above you, his thrust becoming rougher, jolting you forward and further down Nam-Gyu’s cock. You feel one of Thanos’ hand grip at one of the globes of your ass, pushing up and spreading you so he can see the mess that is your pussy. Anytime he draws his hips back, sticky strings of your thick arousal coat his thighs and pelvis, dripping down to his heavy balls that slap against your clit with every mind numbing thrust. “Just love getting ruined by two fuckin’ cocks, don’t’cha pretty girl?” Thanos says, and you feel him spit downwards, the warm saliva dripping down the valley of your ass and mixing with the mess between your thighs as he pile drives into you.

Nam-gyu’s hand that holds your tightens, a signal for you to respond. You let out a muffled ‘mhm!’ your eyes fluttering closed and screwing shut as you feel yourself about to cum. Every time Thanos thrusts into you the fat tip of his cock brutally fucks into your g-spot. “Oh you’re close…fuckin milkin’ me” Thanos growls lowly, your eyes are welling with tears at this point. Thanos looks up at the black haired male in front of him, “she already squirted and she still wants to cum again…how fuckin’ greedy.. makin’ us do all the work.” He finishes, one of his hands reaching diagonally across your back to grip at your ass.

“You’re right..” Nam-gyu responds, pushing your mouth impossibly deeper down his shaft, your tongue lapping at his balls. “Make her to the work this time…” And you can hear the smirk in his voice.

Thanos nods in response, his hand coming down to slap your ass, “You heard him. Work for it.” He hisses. “Wanna cum so bad? Fuck yourself on my cock like the slut you are.” The purple haired male finishes in a deep rasp from behind you.

You can do nothing but obey, lest you don’t want to cum. You’re grinding back onto him, looking up at Nam-Gyu as he releases the make shift ponytail he has your hair in and begins to cradle your face in both his hands, “C’mon you can do better than that….” Nam-gyu says lowly, looking down at you, beginning to fuck his cock down your throat, “Don’t you wanna cum? You’re not actin’ like it…” he says, you know it’s a threat.

You begin to fuck your self back onto the purple hairs man behind you, a loud ‘slap’ of wet skin resounds through the room every time your ass connects to the fronts of his thighs, the flesh recoiling against his skin. “That’s it. F-fuck.” Thanos hisses out, his hand on your ass moving with the flesh that jiggles each time you sink him balls deep, “Look at that fuckin’ ass…” he grumbles in a low voice, more to himself than anyone, but Nam-Gyu hums in approval as he watches on, low moans of praise falling from his lips as you suck him down eagerly, moaning around him with more ferocity.

“Yeah…you’re gonna cum, can fuckin feel it, go on make a mess f’me, pretty girl.” Thanos says, his hand wrapping around you to play with your throbbing clit in erratic circles. The stimulation immediately throws you over the edge, you’re clenching down on Thanos’ cock so hard it stills his movements. Nam-Gyu pulls out of your throat, his hand fisting his cock as you gasp, catching your breath. Immediately you’re moaning and whining out, your hips are simultaneously thrusting back onto the thick length in sloppy motions and trying to bring your clit into his fingers.

You’re orgasm sprays out of you in a violent fountain, and Thanos adjusts his hands to grip both of your hips, brutally pulling you back against him and fucking your cum out of you in gushing spurts. You’re sobbing out a mix of their names, babbled and choked as you see stars. Your breath is heaving, you would have fallen down if it wasn’t for the both of them reaching down to hold you up.

And as fucked out as you are, overstimulated beyond belief- you can only think of the fact they have yet to cum. You look at them desperately, like it’s the one thing you truly need to be satisfied after all this. Your adrenaline keeps you coherent enough to keep wanting more. You wouldn’t be satiated until you felt them cum on you or in you- you never were.

They’re working together to pull you off the bed and you follow excitedly, being this position all too many times- it was one of your favorites. As you situate yourself on your knees in front of them and look up at them teary eyed and fucked out- hair matted and sticking to your face and lips swollen from taking both of them in your mouth- they’re fisting their cocks over you, singing praises of your form as you kneel below them.

“So fuckin pretty, cryin’ f’us.” Nam-gyu grunts out, squeezing the tip of his throbbing cock before working to fist the rest of his length. “Such a good girl…knew just what to do…” Thanos mumbles, his words broken by a moan, “fuck…look at you kneelin’ like the good whore ya are.” He finishes. You’re addicted to the way both their fists work furiously against their cocks, each having their own rhythm and particular way of doing it.

“Gonna be a good girl and let us paint y’er face?” Nam-Gyu says, quirking an eyebrow up at you. When you nod and part your lips, sticking out your tongue they both groan. “F-fuck you look so good, wanna record this.” Thanos grunts, Nam-gyu seems to have the same idea as they’re both reaching over and grabbing their phones that were scattered about the bed. They’re quickly returning in front of you, looming over you as they work their hands along their cocks above you.

You look up at them, your face stained with tears, eyes red, puffy and covered in mascara- but you still eagerly await what they’re gonna give you with your tongue out. Your eyes are squinting against the harsh light of the flash from both your phones. It should make you embarrassed that you’re letting them record you in this state but you’re not- you love it.

“Yeeeahhh….” Thanos growls, his hand fisting his cock rapidly, “that’s it pretty girl, you look so fuckin good.” He praises, his voice becoming shaky. You look over to Nam-Gyu who is obviously just as close to cumming, his hand jerking his thick length, using your spit as lube. “Gonna look so fuckin’ good covered in our cum, princess.” Nam-Gyu is hissing out.

You nod, moaning out, wanting nothing more than to be painted by the both of them. Thanos kicks his head back, moaning out your name in a low hiss, his cum beginning to fall to your face in pearly white ropes. Nam-gyu is right behind him, phone in his hand shaking slightly as he jerks his cock over your face.

You can feel the alternating ropes of their warm cum covering your face. Your eyes shutting as you collect what you could on your tongue. You feel a large drop land on one of your eyelids, thankful you closed your eyes, but something about the raunchiness of it just makes you sigh out.

They’re both stepping forward, placing the tips of their cocks on your tongue. Like the good girl you are, you’re eagerly cleaning them up. Tongue rolling between the two thick cocks and taking them into your mouth, you open your one eye- looking up to the camera as you make more of a show of stretching your mouth around the both of them, sucking them both dry.

They’re ending the video and throwing their phones to the ground almost simultaneously, their chests heaving with heavy breaths. When they tilt their heads back down to look at the mess they made, you’re swiping a finger across your face to collect the mix of their cum and suck it off your fingers. You smile up innocently at them and they both groan, smiling down at you.

Nam-Gyu is picking you up off the floor like you’re a rag doll, “you’re gonna be the death of us” he chuckles. He’s throwing you onto his bed and you bounce softly on the plush mattress letting out a giggle. You didn’t even realize Thanos had stepped away until he’s hovering over your face from the side of the bed and wiping you clean with a cool towel.

You can help but giggle and smile as he does it. It’s so odd, they just fucked you like a whore and now they’re doting on you. Nam-gyu is filling up your water bottle that you kept on the bedside table and begging to roll another blunt while Thanos is trying to fight your giggles to keep you still enough to clean you. Something he knows you love after being so completely ruined, it allows you to relax.

They really were the best boyfriends. You really don’t know what you’d do without them and you’re glad that you’re able to see the two varying sides of the both of them.

Buut…They never fail to remind you of their other side of them, the raunchy personalities that originally drew you towards them. Like days later with your out to dinner with your friends and you see they both send a couple videos in your group chat, and you open it unexpectedly to see the most sinful pictures and videos- trying desperately to shield the very obvious image that blares across your screen.

Up next on requests I got another thangyu non-squid games request focused on silky dynamics of the relationship

After that is more thangyu with thick!reader smut. Including double penetration n thick thigh love!

3rd in line we have a namgyu smut with naive! / innocent! Reader >:)

4th we got a new ask for a dead beat baby daddy! Namgyu x reader smut involving hate fucking

As always thank you all for reading and requesting! It’s always so much fun getting to interact with you guys and write them!!! - love always <3 kiwi

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stollengoods · 19 days ago

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Lust Has No Mercy

Nam-gyu x Fem! Reader x Thanos

Warnings: Cursing, three-some, smut & drug use.

Summary: Your a famous instagram baddie visiting Seoul and Thanos wants to see you again~

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You went through your instagram stories that you took today. The first one being a picture of the sky it was a beautiful mix of blue, pink, and orange. The next one being what you ate for lunch: a bagel with coffee from a well known spot in South Korea, and your last one that you took 45 minutes ago.

It was a thirst trap, in the picture you wore a dark purple mini dress with matching 7 inch heels. You smirked at the pose you made, squatting down with your ass to the camera, your dress half way up your ass, teasing.

You looked outside your hotel window with a beatific sigh, you were on the 15th floor, the sky now a beautiful dark blue with sparkles of stars. You loved being an instagram model, even though it came with downsides like hate comments; the positives much out ways the negatives.

“And now I wait.” You whispered, kicking your feet in the air as you scrolled through your DM’s waiting for the blue check marks to hit you up.

A number popped up on your phone making it buzz in your hand.

‘Sleazy club guy’

You giggled at your past sassy self, but hesitated to answer not remembering who you put under this contact. “Hmmm… I wouldn’t have made him a contact if it wasn’t important.” You said talking to yourself.

“I’ve got time, let’s entertain this.”

Your perfectly manicured thumb slid across the screen and you set it to your ear as you flipped onto your back on the plump couch you laid on.

“Y/n speaking.” You monotoned, admiring your red coffin shaped finger nails.

“Heyy, y/n it’s Nam-gyu.”

“Mmhm.”

“We met at club Nb2. I’m Thanos’s friend.”

Your eyes bulged as you sat up, “Oh yeahh, that’s right, I remember you.” Your voice had a bit of a sultryness to it, “You were the hunky guy who gave me VIP passes to Thanos’s booth there.”

You actually didn’t remember at all what the guy looked like but you had to butter him up if you wanted to see Thanos again.

He awkwardly laughed, “Yeah that was me… uh- anyways, Thanos saw that you were back in Korea and was wandering if you wanted to come over ?”

“Sure.” You told him, silently cheering, swaying your arm around in a dancing motion. “Did you want me to meet you guys at the club ?”

Nam-gyu cleared his throat, “No, Thanos isn’t in a party mood right now. He just wants to have a small get together at his place.”

You put yourself on mute, “FUCKING SCORE.” You squealed, joyously punching the couch cushion in front of you, before calming yourself down to answer Nam-gyu.

“Yeah, that’d be cool, what time ?” You almost wanted to laugh at how insouciant you sounded.

“Thanos will send a cab to your place around 10 pm, just text me the address and I’ll set it up for you.”

“Sounds good.” You replied, hanging up on him and throwing your phone to the side before punching the air in elation.

“Shit, I’ve got to touch up my hair and makeup.” You said, running into the bathroom.

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The cab sped away as you starred up at Thanos’s mansion in awe. It was the biggest house you’ve ever seen, if he wanted Thanos could have a club right inside his house.

You walked up the steps and knocked on the door, Thanos greeted you.

“Hola Señorita.”

His deep husky voice sent shivers down your spine as you followed him inside. The floors were marble and a chandelier hung above you. You followed him up the red carpet stairs into a bedroom.

Nam-gyu laid on the bed rolling up a joint, “It’s about time.”

“Where is everybody ?” You asked, looking around the room. If you would even call it that, it was the size of a living room. Decked out in black and white, the bed being the only thing colored in red.

“I didn’t feel like having a lot of people around, is that alright ?” He asked.

You quickly snapped out of your trance, “Yeah- Oh yeah, even better.”

Nam-gyu snorted handing Thanos the blunt as he sat down on the bed. Thanos pointed the blunt towards you, “You a snitch ?”

Your face blushed, “N-no.”

“Sounds like a snitch to me.” Nam-gyu jested, making Thanos laugh.

“Prove it.” Thanos demanded.

“I’m sorry ?”

“Well you smoke right ?”

You usually stuck to just drinking, even when you went out clubbing. One because you’re not going to take a substance a stranger gave you and the second is last time you smoked weed, you had a panic attack.

“Of course.” You smiled, hoping it was convincing.

Thanos patted the spot in front of Nam-gyu and beside him on the bed, “Come start it off for us then.” He grinned.

You took of your heels before making your way onto the bed, his fluffy comforter really soft against your skin. He handed you the joint and you put it to your lips, Nam-gyu whipped out a lighter and you leaned into him as he lit the end.

The stench hit your nose and you quickly inhaled before handing it off to Thanos. He watched as you exhaled, before taking a hit of his own. After Nam-gyu took a couple hits off of it, he held it out to you.

“Oh no.” You said, putting up your hand, “I’m good.”

Nam-gyu chuckled, “You got us a fucking light weight.” He spoke, looking to Thanos.

“C’mon…” Nam-gyu drawled out, “One more.”

You looked to Thanos and he just watched you. You gulped, taking the blunt from Nam-guy’s fingers you inhaled again.

This time it made you cough a bit, handing it off to Thanos and Nam-gyu clapped. “There you go, that’s my girl.”

‘Oh fucking hell.’ You thought, ‘Don’t freak out your fine, don’t freak out you’re fine-‘

Thanos exhaled, “You feeling it yet ?”

You spaced out for what felt like a few minutes before responding but in reality it was only a few seconds, “uhh- I don’t know…”

“Maybe she needs another hit.” Nam-gyu spoke giggling while he rolled around on the bed.

His laugh echoed in your ears as everything looked like it was in slow motion. “No, she’s fine.” You heard Thanos say.

“Hey Señorita.” Thanos said, snapping his finger in front of you.

You looked up at him, “Are you okay ?” He asked and all you could do was blink at him.

Nam-gyu poked his head next to Thanos to get a glimpse of you. “Dude she’s so fucking high.” He laughed, “Maybe she shouldn’t have taken that second hit.”

Your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, freaking you out but you didn’t want to show it. You tried breathing in and out to calm yourself but your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.

A hand grabbed your face making you gasp in shock, “Hey, look at me, are you okay ?”

His thumb caressed your cheek trying to calm you down as he awaited your answer. You leaned into his touch closing your eyes. ‘You need to distract yourself.’ You thought, ‘before Thanos has to babysit you for having a panic attack.’

You opened your eyes and licked your lips before attaching them to Thanos’s. He waisted no time in reciprocating the kiss, falling onto his back and pulling you with him. You heard someone coughing next to, looking over you didn’t recognize the man who was greedily finishing the joint by himself, until you heard his voice.

“Yah, the fuck you looking at ?”

You don’t know what it was, if it was the words he spoke or the way he said them but his exasperation sparked something in you. You climbed off of Thanos and on top of Nam-gyu.

“What are you-“

You leaned in attaching your lips to his as a moan escaped your throat. Thanos sniggered, stealing the joint from Nam-guy’s fingers. He took one more hit before putting it out on an ashtray on his bedside table.

Thanos grabbed you by your collar and pulled you back, your mind was completely blank making it hard to keep up with what was going on in the moment. You turned to face Thanos and he released you. With two of his fingers he signaled for Nam-gyu to come closer. Nam-gyu sat up, his face confused but also galvanized.

“You get the back, I’ll get the front. Is that okay with you señorita ?” Thanos asked.

You weren’t sure exactly what he was asking but nodded your head anyways. Thanos pulled you into another kiss as Nam-gyu hugged you from behind, his hands making their way up your dress.

Thanos detached his lips form yours before attaching his lips to Nam-gyu’s. You learned pretty quickly that this most likely wasn’t their first time kissing each other. Your brain was so fried at that point that you didn’t even feel weird about watching them.

Nam-gyu’s nails dug into your skin as their kiss deepened. A whimper escaped your lips and you didn’t know if it was due to Nam-guy’s nails clawing into you, the fact that you wish someone was kissing you, or from the scene in front of you arousing you.

Thanos was the one to pull away, “Kiss her.” He panted, looking Nam-gyu in the eyes.

Nam-gyu’s eyes were glazed over with lust for him, he looked to you, his eyes a deep shade of pink. Thanos pulled your dress over your head, throwing it somewhere off the bed discarding it. He pushed your body back to lean against the mattress as Nam-gyu did as told and fused your lips together.

Your hands tangled in his hair as he inserted his tongue into your mouth. Then you felt Thanos’s wet tongue lapping at your juices.

You yanked Nam-gyu’s head back by his hair due to the pleasure Thanos was causing you, a string of moans erupting from your mouth. Once you released his hair, Nam-gyu forced your thighs back giving Thanos more room to breath. You were shaking at this point and Thanos stopped.

He laid next to you, as Nam-gyu hovered over him unbuckling his pants and pulling them down. “I want you to touch yourself.” He said, pulling you in for a peck on the lips.

You lazily nodded your head, as you watched Nam-gyu began to stroke Thanos’s member. He spat on it, increasing his movements, as Thanos groaned in your ear.

Your fingers trailed down to your clit and began circling it, almost losing it as Nam-gyu wrapped his lips around Thanos, bobbing his head back and forth.

Thanos grabbed a fist full of his hair and forced him to take him deeper causing Nam-gyu to gag around him. When Thanos let go, a string of saliva trailed down Nam-gyu’s mouth as he had a coughing fit.

“Sit up.” Thanos commanded, talking to you.

You did as you were told and Thanos rubbed his salvia coated dick against your folds having your eyes roll back in ecstasy. You heard something hit the floor and figured out it was Nam-guy’s clothes as his bare chest made contact with your back. You heard Nam-gyu spit and a squelching sound behind you.

“Can you take both of us ?” Asked Thanos, his hands on both of your thighs, squeezing them in anticipation.

“Like in a fight ?” You responded with a smirk.

“God you’re such a stupid bitch.” Nam-gyu spoke, kissing your neck while rubbing his wet dick against your ass.

You nodded your head closing your eyes, loving the way his lips sucked on your neck and the way Thanos kneaded your breast.

Thanos pecked Nam-guy’s lips, “You go in first.”

He nodded as his tip entered your asshole, “Ahh !” You practically jumped into Thanos’s lap. He caressed your hair, “I know I know.” He cooed, “It hurts at first but I promise you it will fill so good.”

You slowly got off of him and resumed your position as before. “Just focus on me okay ?”

“Okay.” You said weakly, “I-I trust you.”

Thanos gave Nam-gyu the go ahead as his hands cupped your face, kissing you. Nam-gyu inserted his tip again and you whined into the kiss. Thanos tried distracting you with his tongue as Nam-gyu went deeper and you cried out in pain and pleasure.

“You’re almost there baby, C’mon you got this.” Hearing Thanos call you ‘baby’ made you blush while at the same time making you feel more at ease.

You finally felt the base of Nam-gyu’s abdomen against your skin and let go of the breath you had been holding in.

“I’m in.” Nam-gyu said and you giggled.

“What’s funny ?” Nam-gyu snapped, reaching up and pinching your nipple.

You yelped in surprise, “You sounded like you were in a spy movie, that’s all.” You confessed.

Thanos smirked at your remark, “Go ahead and try moving.”

He pulled out and thrusted into you causing you to throw your arms around Thanos’s neck, burring your head in his chest.

You felt him nod against you and Nam-gyu continued thrusting into you, your eyes began to tear up as his thrusts got faster and faster.

Until he hit a certain spot in you, “Oh my- Fuuuck…”

You slowly pushed yourself off of Thanos and began to bounce back against Nam-gyu. Thanos watched as your luscious breast bounced in front of him.

“Hold still.” Thanos demanded.

Suddenly Nam-gyu’s thrusts halted as you sat on his dick. Thanos rubbed your clit as he inserted himself into your pussy.

Thanos hissed as your nails dragged down his chest and you moaned out his name.

“Alright baby,” He said, peering into your eyes, “It’s all up to you now.”

You shook your head, “Baby I’m so close to cumming.” You whined, not even noticing you called him baby back.

“What ?” Thanos chuckled, “You’ve never had two men in you before ?”

“Obviously.” Nam-gyu retorted, pinching your other nipple.

Your legs were trembling at this point, “Let’s help her out.” Thanos said to Nam-gyu as he placed his hands on your hips, coaxing you to move.

You began lifting up your hips before sinking back down on their dicks and you all let out a moan. They began thrusting in and out of you. After sinking back in them for a third time you came, the whole lower half of your body shaking.

They kept going and you hit Thanos chest, “I-I came, baby, I can’t take anymore… it’s too much !”

Nam-gyu reached his hand around your throat applying a bit of pressure and he scoffed, “What ? You think this only works one way ?” You whined feeling your arousl build back up.

Nam-gyu chuckled darkly in your ear, “We don’t stop until we’re satisfied.” He applied more pressure to your throat, “You got that slut ?”

With the way he was talking to you, you shamefully came undone again.

He released your throat and placed his hands were Thanos’s used to be, making you hop on them faster. One would thrust in as the other would thrust out, almost like they were taking turns.

“Should we cum in her ?” Nam-gyu asked Thanos and you nodded.

Nam-gyu pulled your hair back, “I wasn’t asking you bitch.”

You whined, “Please ! Please ! I wanna feel you guys, all of you guys ! Please cum in me !” You practically screamed, embarrassment long gone at this point.

You came for a third time when you felt them simultaneously shoot their load into you. They pulled out panting, cum seeping out of you from both ends onto the red comforter.

Thanos grabbed his shirt and wiped you along with the comforter up, then threw it on the floor. You all got under the covers, cuddling. Thanos the big spoon, you in the middle, and Nam-gyu as the little spoon.

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(A/N): Send in your submissions please I’m running out of ideasss🫠

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ihrthoney · 23 days ago

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thanos who fell in love with a girl he saw at the club, he tried to brag about his fame and musical talent but was left baffled when you didn’t know who he was.

he was new to the fame so his ego was at an all time high until you said those words. his eyes stupidly wide as he blinks and looks around, almost like a fish out of water.

his dumb expression makes you laugh and he snaps back into it at the sound.

you’re sitting in the chair at the bar, he leans on the counter, cocky smirk back on his face, “do you wanna know who i am?”

“if it involves a group of girls constantly following you around, then pass.” you say, tilting your head at the giggle fit in the corner, eyes staring at the man in front of you.

usually he would love the attention but right now his eyes are on the prize.

he holds his hand out, “cmon,”

your eyes are wary, he is a stranger at a club.

“i wanna get to know you, pretty lady.” his hand is out towards you,

“flattery won’t get you in my pants.”

he exaggeratedly sighs, “you wound me princess, just follow me.”

your danger bells aren’t ringing in your head so you give in and take his warm hand in yours and he pulls you away from the noise towards the back into a private room.

he leads you to the bigger and more comfier seat and sits across of you in a chair, a glass table the only thing between you.

“what’s a pretty lady like you doing all alone in the club?” you don’t miss his eyes scanning you up and down,

“it’s a friday night, i don’t have work tomorrow and my friend just got broken up with.”

“and you?”

“what about me?”

“do you have someone?” you roll your eyes, “i wouldn’t have followed you if i did, stupid.”

“ouch! i compliment you and you call me stupid?” he said again with an exaggerated tone.

you stifle a laugh behind your hand, hating how funny this idiot was.

“what’s your name?” you ask,

“thanos, the great.”

“wrong.” a confused look pinches his face,

“what’s your real name.”

“i’ll tell you if you let me take you on a date.”

“that’s quite a trade. what if the date is shit and all i get is some rando’s name?”

“if you weren’t so pretty i probably would’ve kicked you out already.”

that’s fair you thought, “fine. but you’re paying.”

“as if a man like me would ever let a fine woman pay.”

“you got the date you can stop the flattery.” you pretend to shoo him away, leaning back into the couch,

“it’s not just flattery if it’s true.”

you look away to hide the dumb blush on your face, the sincerity in his voice making your stomach jump.

“choi su-bong. you can just call be su-bong.”

your eyes meet back with his,

“su-bong is a way better name than thanos.”

he laughs, heart beating against his ribs at the sound of you saying his name.

his next album might just be his best.

#𝜗𝜚 honeyaps #ᝰ honeywrites #SQUID GAMES IS ALL MY BRAIN CAN THINK RN #why do i have so much ideas right before bed #anyway enjoy #squid game #squid game x reader #squid game x you #squid game x y/n #squid game fluff #thanos #thanos squid game #thanos fanfic #thanos fluff #choi subong #choi su bong x reader #thanos x reader #player 230

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prettycopperpennies · 13 days ago

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Angel On His Shoulder | Thanos/Choi Su-bong/Player 230 x F!Reader

Description: Demon Thanos x Angel Reader, Supernatural au, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, no descriptions of gore but the setting is squid games

Part 1 | Next

Angel On His Shoulder

Su-bong walked into the arena of the first game, and he soaked in the setting quickly. The players were spread out across the field just before the starting line. He could finally survey them all with ease. His eyes moved across all the future wayward souls when a light started to glimmer in the corner of his eye. He turned in its direction, assuming it must be something reflecting the sun that was currently shining in from a temporary massive skylight above the field.

But it wasn’t a glint from the sun or a reflection of any kind. Instead it was coming from one of the players. Player 444 had a warmth aura surrounding her, and as Su-bong looked at the light he noticed the occasional sparkle move through the air as if glitter was literally floating around her. No one else seemed to notice the glow emitting from their fellow player, but that didn’t surprise Su-bong.

You’ve got to be kidding me, he thought to himself, Not a fucking angel.

You walked into the arena of the first game, and you surveyed the area around you adeptly. You could gaze across the mass of players with ease for the first time. Your eyes moved across the people who you knew had the potential to be truly good hearted people if they had the chance when a wave of smoke passed through the air from the corner of your eye. You turned in its direction, worried something had caught on fire.

But it wasn’t smoke from a fire. Instead it was coming from one of the players. Player 230 had a black and grey aura surrounding him, and as you looked at the smoke you noticed the occasional flicker move through the air as if fiery embers were literally floating around him. No one else seemed to notice the haze emitting from their fellow player, but that didn’t surprise you.

Oh, please, no, you thought to yourself, Not a literal demon.

Su-bong was subtly keeping an eye on you, so he most definitely saw it when you realized exactly what he was. He nearly gave away the game, smirking when he momentarily caught your wide eyed expression out of the corner of his eye. As much as he hated having an actual mortal enemy around at least you weren’t expecting to see him either. You weren’t exactly subtle yourself as you looked in his direction. The shock of seeing him was evident on your face. However, with the help of his carefully crafted celebrity persona no one would see this as odd. They would just assume you were a fan. You, an angel, being perceived as one of his devout followers amused him to no end.

This might actually be fun, he thought to himself.

In the middle of the game you instinctively reached out and grabbed the player in front of you. Moments later the song ended and the first gunshot rang out. You tightened your grip when you felt the person in front of you start to move. You kept them in place, heaving a sigh of grateful relief your intuition had not come even a second later.

Time to even the odds, Su-bong thought as he saw you just barely save the person in front of you in time.

As soon as the chaos ended and the song started again the player in front of you turned back to face you.

“Thank you,” they said breathlessly.

“No need to thank me. Let’s just get across that finish line,” you said. You remembered what player 456 had told the group a few seconds ago and added on, “Why don’t you get behind me.”

They nodded, gratefully moving to use you as a shield (admittedly, it wasn't the easiest task considering your frame was smaller than theirs). You encouraged an older player beside you to do the same. Soon you had a small line forming behind you, and you were ready to take them all the way to the end of the game.

You passed through a few rounds when smoke once again entered your eye line. You glanced around to see that demon standing just a few steps to the side of you. He was grinning widely and raised his eyebrows excitedly in your direction. As the song abruptly stopped you were not prepared to see him shove three players to the ground, looking directly at you as he did.

“Hey, angel,” he greeted, then waited for the gunshots.

But they never came.

He finally broke eye contact with you to glance around. His three targets were somehow perfectly covered by a few players in front of them, and the doll’s eyes moved past them. Thanos knew those players weren’t there before.

“A miracle? Really?” he asked you with a growl. He somehow found it even more annoying that you didn’t answer as if he wasn’t even worth your time. He wasn’t so easily beaten, and he would have to find some way to prove that to you.

The second the song started you were trying your best to move your line away from Player 230, but it proved to be pointless. He suddenly was snaking through another line clearly hoping to wreak havoc somewhere else.

You made it over the line one round later, and cheered on the rest of your line as they rushed over into the safe zone. You glanced back behind you, trying to gauge how many people had made it across so far. But in your direct eyeline, leaning against the wall, was Player 230. He gave you a sarcastically friendly wave, but that was all you saw before you snapped your head back towards the field watching carefully and cheering on the last few players. You felt your feet moving back over the line and you rammed straight into a player, stopping them mid free fall. They grabbed onto you as you stabilized them just in time to freeze. After the song, the two of you crossed the finish line together with mere seconds to spare.

Su-bong watched you dive across the finish line in the nick of time. His fingers subconsciously came to adjust the cross necklace around his neck as he did, thinking spitefully about your seemingly impossibly good instincts. He scoffed to himself as he heard the player thanking you for saving his life.

“It’s alright,” you assured the player, pretending you couldn’t hear the demon just a few feet away from you, “We all have to help each other, right?”

“Right!” they said with a nod.

“Riiiight,” a deep voice said behind you, their tone dripping with sarcasm. You already knew who it was. The heat that was suddenly enveloping you was a major clue you hardly even needed. You disliked the feeling, not even used to slightly warm temperatures. You liked your cold aura, but his own aura seemed to outbalance your own.

You turned and came face to face with the tall stature of Player 230. He smiled as you glared at him. There was something about you finally giving him your full attention that gave him some kind of satisfaction he couldn’t put his finger on just yet.

“You really think he’s going to believe that sentiment by the third game? Fourth? Shit, maybe it’ll be out the window by round two,” he taunted. He noticed how you flinched at his use of a curse word, and made a note of it to torment you with as often as possible.

“You don’t know that he won't. I choose to hope that he will,” you said.

“Ugh, that’s such an angel answer,” he said with a groan.

Your eyes darted around quickly, but it seemed no one had heard him or cared, “Don’t call me-”

“Relax. They’ll just think it’s a nickname. It’s all part of the Thanos vibe,” he said, leaning back into a performative “cool” pose.

“Thanos?” you asked, your nose crinkling a little.

Damn it, why does she have to be cute, he thought to himself as he looked at your confused expression. It didn't help that he hadn’t at all expected your angel aura to be so cold. He was used to letting his heat encompass him and everyone around him, but your cool aura seemed to combat it easily.

“It’s my name,” he said, not giving away the thought that just flashed through his head in the slightest. Lies and deception came to him with ease.

You sighed and just barely resisted rolling your eyes. He cocked an eyebrow at your response before asking, “What?”

“It’s just… such a demon nickname,” you told him.

He was taken aback by your little quip, not expecting an angel to have it in them.

I never told her it was a nickname, he thought to himself, wondering if that was part of your stupidly good instincts. You left him feeling shocked, heading towards the now open doors, checking over the players (and going right back to ignoring Thanos) as you walked.

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errruvande · 30 days ago

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Squid Game masterlist

Kang Daeho

Celebration - Kang Daeho x Reader

[summary: you're forced to celebrate New Year in Seoul for the first time in years]

Thanos

What we do in the toilet - Thanos x Fem!Reader

[summary: what if you stumbled upon your fucking ex boyfriend in the squid game toilet?]

#squid game #squid game x reader #squid game fanfic #squid game fanfiction #thanos fanfiction #thanos fanfic #choi su bong #choi su bong x reader #choi su bong fanfic #kang daeho #kang daeho x reader #kang dae ho #kang dae ho x reader #kang daeho fanfic #kang dae ho fanfic

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labelneo · 18 days ago

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SQUID GAME HEADCANON: sitting on his lap 💰

WARNING: suggestive themes

IN HO ★ sips on whiskey while telling you about his day. after drinking enough, would start caressing your thighs while letting you know how much he had missed you while he was gone. kisses your shoulder while you tell him about yours. loves how nervous he still makes you with his lingering touching even when the two of you have already been together for a while. likes to know how much control he has over you with just simple touches and his attention.

THE SALESMAN ★ pulls you into his lap and makes you stay there. likes for you to tell him about how your day while he kisses your neck, loving the way you start to lose focus on what you’re saying and cut your sentences short while he feels you up your hips and waist. tells you how pretty you are sitting on his lap and squirming from his touch. tells you to help him unbutton his button up, smirking when he sees a bashful expression form on your face.

DAEHO ★ runs his hands through your hair while telling you how much l he loves you. will kiss your cheeks and joke around with you, his heart leaping when he’s able to hear your cute laugh. laughs into your chest while hugging you and pulling you in. kisses your hand while telling you what you two should make for dinner later. likes it when you cup his face with your hands, and you can see stars form in his eyes while he’s looking at you and feeling your touch.

JUNHO ★ hugs your waist while burying his face into your neck, sighing into your skin from working a long day at the police department. loves for you to run your hand through his hair. finally feels like he can let himself relax from your touch and melts into your body. massages your thighs while calling you his baby, and tells you how much he appreciates you for being his safe space. kisses your forehead and tells you he loves you more than you know.

THANOS ★ takes the chance to feel you up and ignores whatever you’re saying to focus on how soft your skin feels in his hands. likes to sneak his hands under your shirt and squeeze your boobs to tease you. if he’s feeling playful, he tickles your sides, smiling when he hears your giggles. he’ll lean back into the seat and sees how the position gets you to check him out, raising his ego. will smirk at you while squeezing your butt, telling you how much of a cutie you are.

MYUNG GI ★ will just pull you into his lap whenever he’s stressed, taking the time to just enjoy your close presence. will tell you to just talk to him while he closes his eyes, running his hands up and down your legs. smiles lovingly at you with his eyes closed at whatever it is you’re telling him about, just wanting to take in the moment.

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carlosainzgf · 9 days ago

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REVENGE

thanos x fem!reader (smut)

warnings: kind of noncon so read at your own risk

you were minding your own business, sitting at your bunk, eating the shitty meal you were given when you heard some yelling.

you turned your head to where the noises were coming from only to see your brother myung gi, who you didn’t even know was here until now, getting beaten up. instinctively, you storm over to stop them.

"not thinking of interfering, are you?"

the purple haired man asked as he tilted his head, his eyes widened sadistically.

you threw a punch in his face without even considering for a second, landing right on his nose, making him loose his balance and stumble back.

in an instant, he lunged at you. he gritted his teeth as blood ran down his nose, his eyes filled with a deadly rage. grabbing you by the collar and pinning you to the wall. "you think you can just hit me like that? huh!? you've got a lot of guts for someone so small." he spat, eyes narrowed as he glared at you.

some other players had turned their attention to the sight of the commotion, some had ceased their betting and others watched with intrigue and anticipation as they witnessed what would unfold.

player 001 stepped in, putting a swift end to the conflict before thanos could hurt you. he took it upon himself to discipline thanos and his friend by delivering a thorough beating, leaving both of them bruised and battered.

thanos stayed put on the ground, coughing and panting from exhaustion, his nose still stinging from your punch and the beating he just received.

“you’re gonna pay for this, you bitch!” he yelled after you between coughs when you and your brother headed to the bathroom to clean up.

he still had enough spunk left in him to send a threat your way even after his beating.

he was determined to get revenge.

after cleaning the blood of your brothers face and a small skirmish between the two of you for joining this game you heard that lights were out in 5 minutes so you head back to the dorm.

you could feel thanos’ eyes on you as you got ready for bed.

as the minutes ticked by, the lights slowly dimmed, signaling that it could only mean one thing - it was time to sleep. the dorm fell quiet, dimly lit by the faint glow of the piggy bank.

players were trying to find some level of rest, laying down on their beds with blankets or just simply sitting on their beds.

thanos' eyes stayed on you, watching you as you got into bed, his resentment still burning bright. he was waiting for a moment to catch you off guard and get his revenge.

after laying down with your eyes open, which felt like hours, you decided to go to the bathroom. to wash your face or just to get out of the dorm full of people to get your mind together. you didn’t really know.

you looked over to your brother to see him sound asleep before heading to the door. after convincing the guard you headed to the bathroom, not realizing thanos who left the dorm right after you.

you only took notice of him when the door to the ladies bathroom was kicked open. you, startled, look back to see who it is.

fuck.

“i told you you’d pay for what you did. now…how should i make you pay?” he talked like he was talking to himself.

“i could kill you. easily. but…it would be a shame if something happened to such a beautiful girl like you.”

your words were caught at your throat, not daring to come out.

“maybe i should teach you a lesson, huh?”

that’s how you ended up with your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping tightly at the flesh of your ass as he made you move on his dick, like a little sex toy. his own little fleshlight.

you didn’t know if you hated him for fucking you or yourself for liking it.

he held you up on the air as he thrusted himself into you like you were light as a feather. hands repeatedly landing on your ass, leaving big red hand marks on the surface, making you moan and yelp at the same time.

“fuck! you like this don’t you? you filthy little slut.”

you held onto his shoulders as his pace got faster and he fucked you harder. a knot growing in you, making you disgusted at yourself for liking this but too cock drunk out to care. your eyes closed, too lost in pleasure.

his hand moved from your ass to your stretched out pussy. you didn’t notice it until he pinched your clit, hard, making your eyes shot open with a little scream.

“you look at me when i fuck you.” he ordered. you could only nod.

“tell me who makes you feel this good, bitch. tell me!”

“you! you a-are thanos! fuck-fucking me so good!” you could barely form a sentence at your state.

“yeah i am! come on my cock, baby. make a big fucking mess.” that’s all it took. you fell apart. your walls spasming around him, brain foggy, nails digging at his back, head thrown back, yells and moans spilling from your lips as you came undone.

just when you were about to come down from your high thanos hit your sensitive and twitching clit repeatedly. the pain and pleasure of the act, and how sensitive your body was right after cumming you couldn’t stop yourself from gushing around his dick. your juices covered his lower stomach, his thighs, your thighs as well, and his dick.

that’s when he lost it. he came, hard, when he felt the warm wetness on himself. he held your face, harshly, making you look at him.

“if you even try to do anything to me ever again…you pussy won’t be the only thing i ruin.”

then he kissed you so sweetly. almost sweet enough to make you forget that he threatened to kill you and then fucked you dumb.

#squid game fanfiction #thanos x reader #thanos #kang dae ho x reader #dae ho x reader #choi seunghyun x reader #thanos smut #thanos fanfic #squid game smut #squid game thanos

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miihho · 1 month ago

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Can you write type of guy headcanons for thanos (230) please? thx <33

THE KIND OF GUY

(squid game edition) nsfw

English

Korean

Thanos / Player 230

—THANOS IS THE KIND OF GUY who’d shamelessly flirt with you, his words dripping with confidence and charm. He’d slip in Spanish pet names like "señorita" so naturally, it was as if he were born to sweep you off your feet.

There was one day when he suddenly dropped to his knees, a smirk dancing on his lips as he grabbed your hand gently. "I might just start my own religion, because of how often I find myself on my knees for you." He said as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it, his gaze never leaving yours. You felt your face heat up, a soft blush spreading across your cheeks at the boldness of his actions.

He’d also call you every sweet name in the book—"baby," "angel," "princess," "beautiful"—each one rolling off his tongue with effortless confidence. And if that weren’t enough, he’d take it a step further, rapping his feelings for you in a way that was both cheesy and undeniably endearing.

—He’s the kind of guy who’d have a slow-burn romance without even realizing it. At first, it’s nothing more than casual interactions, small moments here and there. He doesn’t notice the shift—how his thoughts linger on you longer than they should, how he starts to care just a little bit more. It’s gradual, almost imperceptible, until one random moment hits him. Like it would suddenly click that he likes you. And now, he can’t stop thinking about it.

—He’s the kind of guy who wouldn’t give up on you, no matter how many times you ignored him. Your cold shoulder, your silence—it didn’t faze him. If anything, it only fueled his determination. He’d chase after you relentlessly, his confidence unwavering, his charm impossible to ignore, until you had no choice but to face him.

He spotted you weaving through the crowd, your determined strides screaming leave me alone. Naturally, that only made his grin wider. He adjusted his jacket, his confidence as unshakable as ever, and started after you.

"Señorita!" he called out, you didn’t even glance back at him, but when he saw your pace quicken, it only fueled his determination. He caught up easily, walking alongside you like he belonged there.

"Ah, playing hard to get? I like that," he teased, tilting his head to glance at you with that infuriatingly smug smile. "But you know, you make it way too easy for me to chase you baby. You’re irresistible."

You rolled your eyes and turned sharply, hoping to lose him in the crowd. But the next corner you turned, there he was—leaning casually against a wall, arms crossed, like he’d been waiting there all along.

"Miss me already?" he teased with a smirk, his body blocking your path. "You can run, but you can't hide princess. Not from me."

You tried to sidestep him, but before you could get far, he placed a hand dramatically over his heart, feigning hurt. "Ouch, breaking my heart like that? Really?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes in disbelief. "Just stop, I can’t stand you."

With a smirk that practically oozed confidence, he leaned in slightly, his voice teasing yet bold. "Then just sit on my face."

"W-what!?" You froze, eyes wide with shock, your heart pounding. "Just fuck off!" you snapped, brushing past him quickly, your face flushed in a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

He chuckled, watching you retreat with that same infuriating smirk. But you knew, as much as you tried to get away, he wouldn’t stop. He was persistent, and no matter how many times you brushed him off, he’d keep following, keep bothering you.

—He’s the kind of guy who wouldn’t tolerate some random guy flirting with you. If he saw it happening, he wouldn’t hesitate to step in. He’d interrupt the conversation, push the guy back with a forceful shove, and growl, "Back off man! Who the fuck do you think you are hitting on my girl!?" (Yeah even tho you're not his yet)

If the guy was making you laugh or smile, he’d simmer in silence, his jealousy simmering beneath the surface. Once the guy was alone, he’d track him down, corner him, and with a dangerous edge to his voice, he’d lean in, his eyes burning with fury.

"Stay the fuck away from Y/n. Got it?" He said, his fist landing a brutal punch to the guy’s stomach, leaving him crumpled on the floor. "She’s my girl," he’d add, his tone low and possessive. "My woman."

—He’s the kind of guy who can’t help but yell, "Ah, there’s my girl!" with a huge grin spreading across his face when you made it out alive. Without a second thought, he’d rush to you, scoop you up in a tight embrace, and hold you like he’d never let go. "I’m so happy you're alive, baby. God, you don’t know how much I missed you." His grip would tighten as if to never let you slip away again.

—He’s the kind of guy who isn’t intimidated by you. He’ll rush toward you, full of energy, relieved that you made it through when the lights went out. While everyone else stood frozen in fear, staring in shock, you were casually wiping blood off your hands, having taken down a whole group without breaking a sweat.

—He’s the kind of guy who can’t believe he’s dating you after you finally accepted him. Like, a guy like him? Sure, he’s Thanos and pretty damn cool, but damn, you’re way cooler than him. So, every now and then, he’ll just blurt out, “Damn, I’m dating her?” when he thinks about you, or “I can’t believe she’s mine.” and his friend will just stare at him, completely weirded out.

—He's the kind of guy who's wildly in love with you, the type to fight a wild animal just to impress you. He lives to make you laugh, even if it means pulling off the dumbest, most ridiculous stunts. His love is chaotic, loud, and endlessly entertaining, but that's what makes it so unforgettable.

One day he tried to bake you a cake from scratch, only to set off the smoke alarm—but he still proudly presented you with the lopsided, half-burnt result, claiming it was "made with love." Or he'd show up at your door with a bouquet made of random wildflowers (and weeds), proudly declaring it’s “nature’s finest” while grinning like a fool.

—He’s the kind of guy who would let you paint his nails in any color you choose or decorate them however you like, all because he loves you and wants you to have that little piece of him.

—Thanos is the kind of guy who always needs to be in physical contact with you when you're together—his hand on your thigh, his arm around your shoulders. He craves that connection, that constant reassurance of your presence. Public displays of affection? He couldn’t care less. If you want him to kiss you in front of everyone, consider it done. If you mention he can kiss you after a game, why would he wait for privacy when he can claim you right in front of his friends? For him, it’s not just about the kiss—it’s about showing the world that you’re his and making sure you feel adored, no matter where you are.

—He’s the kind of guy who’s utterly captivated by your thighs, completely addicted to the way they feel wrapped around him. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be, no place more intoxicating than being suffocated by your softness.

He doesn’t just admire them—he worships them. His lips leave a trail of love marks along your skin, his way of claiming every inch as his own. Between kisses, his voice comes out low and teasing, filled with desire. (He also loves eating you out while you're wrapping your thighs around his head and getting suffocated by it. )

—He’s the kind of guy who would cover you in hickeys, leaving them all over your neck and thighs, a clear sign that you’ve been claimed and are already his. With a smirk, he’d tell you he’s just marking his priority, as if every mark is a reminder of who you belong to.

—He’s the kind of guy who’d proudly show you off to his friends with a grin and say, “Yeah, this my girl right here.” And damn, he wouldn’t just say it—he’d feel like the luckiest guy alive to have you by his side.

—He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t just take you—he claims you. If he ever finds out you're with someone else, he'll make sure you remember exactly who you belong to.

Thanos' rough words dripped with condescension as he gripped your hips, pulling you onto his thick shaft in one brutal thrust. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he began to pound into your mercilessly. "You're fucking mine, this fucking tight pussy is mine," he snarled, his balls slapping against your ass with each savage stroke. "This fat cock is the only thing you need. That pathetic loser can't touch this, can he?" He reached down to rub you clit, his fingers pinching the sensitive bud as he continued to ravage you. "Hngg!...—pls s'too much! too much! Thanos m'sorry p-please I w-won't do it again."

"Stop?" He chuckled, "We both know you love this. Being used like a cheap whore, stuffed full of dick. Admit it, you'd rather choke on my cum than go back to that limp-dicked loser."

—Hes the kind of guy who loves messy blow jobs. The sight of your lips stretched obscenely around his throbbing cock, your eyes glazed over in blissful submission, he fucking loves it. Loves how you surrendered completely, letting him control every movement as he fucks your mouth.

"Fuck... Your throat was made for my dick, wasn't it? Such a perfect fit, like you were born to worship my cock." he moaned, tangling his fingers in your hair and using your mouth like a cheap fleshlight as he chased his pleasure. The wet sounds of sloppy oral sex filled the air, punctuated by your muffled whimpers and gurgles. (Gosh he fucking loves that) "Fuck yes... hngg—take it baby, take it all, you filthy little cumdump!" His hips snapped forward, burying his cock to the hilt in your gullet while thick ropes of cum spilled in your mouth, forcing you to gag and sputter around his girth. "Look at you, such a good girl, gagging on my dick like it's your purpose in life. You were meant to be a cumdump, weren't you? Fucking slut."

—He's the kind of guy who loses his shit when you squirt into his mouth, he just fucking loves it when you're flooding his mouth with your ambrosial release. Saying "Holy shit," "I love you so fucking much baby," "Mmmm, you're fucking addictive as hell, baby. Can't get enough of this sweet juices." as he greedily laps up every drop. Just the taste of your squirting orgasm would send him into a fucking frenzy.

—He's the kind of guy who takes you apart piece by piece every time he gets you alone, his usual cruel exterior dissolving into raw, unbridled need. He doesn't just touch you—he worships you, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony to draw out every moan, every shiver, every scream he can pull from you.

"You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum for me," he'd say, his voice dripping with hunger as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. His lips never leave your skin, trailing kisses and bites down your thighs, across your stomach, up to your neck.

"Look at you, spread open and dripping for me like the filthy little slut you are," he taunted, dragging a finger through your slick folds. "I bet all those prissy boys never made you feel this good, did they? They probably couldn't handle a real woman like you." he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as your body writhes beneath him. Even when your legs shake and your cries turn into breathless pleas, he doesn’t stop. He keeps you teetering on the edge, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you’re left trembling, completely undone, and utterly his.

#thanos x reader #smut #squid game #squid game fanfic #squid game season 2 #squid game smut #squid game x reader #thanos squid game #t.o.p #choi su bong #choi su bong x reader

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toothfa-1-ry · 20 days ago

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MEMORIES WE MADE BACK THEN !!

You and thanos knew eachother from way back then, maybe you'll both know eachother in the future too

Thanos x exmanager! Reader

Angst

Posting one last fic before I officially disappear

"Manager-nim !!" A all too familiar voice practically shouts in your ear, the deep tone sending shivers down your spine and the hair on your arms to stand up

You tilt your head, almost like a reflex as you turn around,

again, a all too familiar frown on your face, thanos thinks to himself

"What the" you mutter as you look at thanos, slightly taken back "What are you doing here" adding more sternly

Thanos shows off his row of pearly whites, his wide grin beaming only what could be defined as pure excitement

"Manager-nim" he calls out again, nudging you softly upon hearing your stern voice

to be fair you weren't his manager. Not anymore. Maybe back then when he was a rapper who seemed to have a promising future career but after his crypto scandel and drug scandel, not only did his career plummet but so did yours

No one wanted to hire a manager who couldn't even take care of their clients

You poke his arm, harsh

"Thanks what the hell are you doing here huh?" You scold him, it was almost a habit of yours, even back then

Thanos immediately moves away his arm with a smirk plastered on his face

"I know all your moves" he teases "cmon try hitting me again, i'll dodge them all-"

You hit him in his shoulder before he could finish his sentence causing him to wince

So dramatic...he should have been an actor instead, you think

"You still didn't answer my question" you say annoyed "prick" adding at the end

Even back then, you and Thanos didnt have the usual manger and client relationship that most entertainers have with their manager.

At the very beginning, you realised that it was impossible to have a civil relationship with Thanos, instead a sort of friendship blossomed between the both of you,

that is, if you consider whatever you and Thanos had going on back then as friendship

Things change though, relationships change aswell.

Your not his manager anymore and he's not your client anymore but you still call him a prick and he still addressed you the same way he addressed you years ago

So maybe not everything is different. Maybe you don't mind it all too much, he surely doesnt

"Agh" thanos scratches the back of his neck like he usually did when he felt awkward, no one knows that though, no one but you

"You know why, manager-nim"

You inwardly groan, ofcourse you know why, but that didn't mean that you wanted him to be stuck here in the games

"Fuck, i think i know why your here too" theres something unusual in his tone. It almost sounds like guilt

You look up to face the purple haired boy who is gazing at you, his lips tightened, drawn into a thin line which attempts to throw you a smile

Key word: attempt

"Yea" you shift uncomfortably, brushing your front hair behind your ears

You hit his shoulder, before locking arms around him "you prick, your still giving me trouble even when I've stopped being your manager"

You throw him your signature grin as you joke with him, it felt weird seeing him look guilty, it felt weird seeing how guilty he felt towards you

"Sorry manager-nim !" Thanos shouts outloud with a gleam in his eyes

You laugh softly at his action

Thanos sees you laugh, a fire is suddenly ignited in him to make you laugh even more

"Manager nim !!" He shouts even louder, shouting up at the sky before bowing at a perfect 90° angle "I'll try to disturb you even more from now on !!"

"Aish what the hell" your curse, though your smiling at his behavior "you haven't changed, your still annoying"

I like that you haven't changed

"Manager nim !!" Thanos screams again, wrapping his arms around you, causing you to you squeal as you cover his mouth to stop him from shouting

You don't notice the way thanos looks at you

I missed you

"Stop calling me that" you say, scolding him "im not your manager anymore remember? Just call me by my name"

"Okay !!" Thanos shoves two thumbs up into your face "ill make sure to do that from now on manager-nim !!"

No, not just "you"

You shake your head, what else did you expect?

"Fucking asshole" you smiling though, and so is the enthusiastic boy next to you

I missed "us"

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You watch horrified as some players come out of the bathroom, all bloody with cuts and wounds

Immediately your eyes search for Thanos, frantically hoping that nothing bad happened, holding your breath until you see thanos's limo figure being held by nam gyu who suffered similar wounds like his friend

Immediately your climb down your bunk bed, rushing towards thanos, helping support him along with nam gyu

"What the fuck happened?" You ask nam gyu, your eyes all widened as you soaked in the scene infront of you

Thanos coughs softly, you look at his face, seeing blood all over his shirt, a purple eye and cuts and wounds all over

"I asked you what the fuck happened?!" You shout even louder this time, the other players in the room murmer, also asking what happened in the bathroom

"These guys tried attacking us in the bathroom" nam gyu shouted, pointing at the players with the red X mark in their uniform

"They tried to force some people to change their vote !!" Someone shouts from the X group

Again, another fight emerges with players from the two sides screaming and shouting

However, your sole focus was on the retired rapper who groans in pain, holding his stomach

"Fuck thanos" you mutter as you lead him away from the crowd and to the bunk bed situated in a corner, making him to lie down

Your hands slowly cup his face, examining the scars and wounds on his face

"It was that scammer bastard" thanos growls under his breath before wincing at the pain

"Shut up" you whisper as you move his hair away from his face

"I- i was so angry" thanos says, you could hear the desperation in his voice, the anger "because of him, i lost everything" his voice cracks

All you could do was sit silently beside his bed, staring at his cuts, trying to clean it with your shirt, if that was even helping

"Thanos" you implore as you touch his arm "stop, there's no point in getting angry now, atleast not at this moment"

Thanos looks at you and your furrowed eyebrows, obviously furrowed in distress over his current state. He sees the grimace in your face as you look at his scars and the concern splattered all over your face

It was so reminiscent of the face you made when you first found out about his scandel

"I lost everything" thanos mutters "all I had. Gone down the drain, bye bye"

You shake your head, urging him to be quiet and rest

"Money, fame, respect" he states with a neutral tone "now that I think of it, if it had lost only thag then I would have been fine"

You look over him

"But i lost you too" thanos locks eyes with you "i wish i never lost you"

You stare at him, speechless, unsure of what to say or how to react

"Manager nim" he calls out with a uncharacteristic tone of softness, he looks at you with the same softness too

"Do you know why i really came here?" He laughs softly, mostly at himself, he feels so pathetic right now. Lying wounded and bleeding infront of the person who he had feelings for such a long time

So fucking embarrassing

"Why?" You ask apprehensively, not quite sure of ehat to expect

"To get rid of all the bad memories of the past. The memories of me getting scammed, people hating me, letting my fans down" he pauses "letting you down"

"I thought maybe if I came back with a lot of money i could erase all of that, fuck, i could rewrite everything if i could"

You bite you lower lip, unable to comfort the bow lying down beside you

"But sometimes" he breaths out lowly, before letting out a groan

You move towards him, supporting him to sit upright "but what?"

"Sometimes, when i remember bad memories from back then" thanos looks at you "i just think of you and remember all the good times we had together"

He stops, gazing at your face, his eyes wandering around all your features, trying to memorize them incase he never saw you again

"and then I realise that it wasnt all too bad" he let's out a half smile "maybe back then wasnt all too bad. Maybe I miss back then it's better then here anyways"

You unknowingly sniffle, trying to connect what thanos was trying to say, unsure of how to interpret his words

"Are you speaking in lyrics? Your being so confusing" you mumble softly "just speak straight"

"Are you gonna make me spell it out?"

Thanos smiles, showcasing all his teeth which was once pearly now remained stained red eith blood

"Y/n" he calls out your name "Let's get out of here"

his pinky touches yours "let's get out of here together, and make more memories for us to look back on and remember how we were, back then"

You pause, feeling the contact between his pinky and yours, you enclose it my interlocking your fingers with his

"Even better memories then back then" you whisper with a smile

"Hey" thanos nudges your head with his "as long as it's with you, i'll always look back at it and cherish it"

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The vip guest stares down, their usual excitement vanished as they watch the big screen

Though you could not see their faces, it was obvious that all of them seemed to have a glum expression on their face

"I have to say, im disappointed, for the first time actually at the death of a player" a vip member expresses

"Fuck, I was betting on them too" vip 5 bangs his cup on a table, agitation radiating out of his body

"That's why I told you, don't bet on your emotions" a high pitch snarl comes from vip 8 "your such a romanticist, that's your issue"

"So what?! Huh? What's your problem?" Vip 5 says defensively, angered by the comment

Vip 8 with the red gleaming dress simply shrugs taking a sip of champagne

"I have to admit though" another voice interjects from another vip member "I was kind of rooting for them"

"You were?" Another voice asksd

"Hey!" The vip member holds up his hand with a chuckle as if he was being interrogated "you automatically find yourself rooting for young love don't you? Your halfway through and you don't even realise it"

Vip 5 nodds eagerly, pointing his hands at the vip who said that

Some other vips agree while some disagree

"The only thing i'll admit though" vip 8, Stands up from her seat, here red gown training behind her as she walks towards the screen

She, along with all the other vip members watch as the pink guards place you and thanos's lifeless bodies into the coffin after the aftermath of the ambush fight that occurred a few nights after your conversation.

"I was looking foreword to know what kind of memories they were planning to make with one another"

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angelseraphines · 1 month ago

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ೃ⁀➷ playing dangerous ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ hwang in-ho x player!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

˚ ༘♡ player 177. your assigned number. the three digits stitched in stark white thread on the coarse forest-green tracksuit now clinging to your body. you didn’t remember putting it on. you didn’t remember anything between falling asleep in your cramped apartment and waking up in this sterile, alabaster void. the tracksuit was loose in some places, tight in others, the fabric rough against your skin, a similar sensation for the discomfort that had settled deep into your bones.

˚ ༘♡ the air here was heavy, oppressive. tension hung over the room like a storm cloud, pressing down on everyone in its path. you sat on the thin mattress of your cot, the iron bars of the bedframe biting into your back as you leaned against them. your throat was dry, your lips chapped, and a faint crust of dried blood clung to the edge of your mouth, an unpleasant reminder of the chaos you’d barely survived. in your lap rested a cold metal bento box, unopened. the thought of eating its contents of rubbery eggs and starchy rice, made your stomach churn. it wasn’t hunger gnawing at you but dread. eating felt like acknowledging the possibility of another day here, in this place where death lingered so close you could almost taste it.

˚ ༘♡ death. it wasn’t something you’d ever had to think about seriously before. you were young, healthy enough, aside from the occasional winter flu. life’s struggles had been mundane, bills, work, nothing quite noteworthy. you’d thought financial trouble was the worst of your problems. how naive that seemed now. the sharp crack of gunfire still rang in your ears, and the memory of bodies crumpling mid-run played in an endless loop in your mind. every scream, every desperate gasp for air as life left someone’s body, was etched into your mind.

˚ ༘♡ this wasn’t life. it was survival, twisted into something grotesque. children’s games weaponized against desperate people for the amusement of others, with the promise of money as bait. one hundred million won for every life taken. your own life, reduced to a figure on a balance sheet. you’d survived the first game, the horrifying version of red light, green light, but at what cost? surely, after witnessing such carnage, the others would have voted to leave. you’d been certain of it. but the desperation was stronger. greed was stronger. most players had chosen to stay, ignoring the horrors of what lay ahead.

˚ ༘♡ “the next game,” player 456 had said, “will be cutting shapes out of dalgona candy. pick the triangle. it’s the easiest.” his voice had carried a strange conviction, and he claimed to know these games intimately, even to have won before. but how could you trust him? maybe he was lying, or maybe it didn’t matter. maybe none of you were meant to leave this place alive.

˚ ༘♡ “hey, 177!” the crude voice shattered your thoughts, dragging you back to the present.

˚ ༘♡ you glanced up to see player 230, “thanos,” as he called himself, sauntering toward you. his garish purple hair stood out like a bruise against the sterile backdrop, and his brightly colored nails flashed as he gestured. he’d painted them to match the infinity stones, leaning fully into the nickname he’d given himself. behind him, player 124 followed, all sharp angles and slicked-back hair, his grin as eager and sly as ever.

˚ ༘♡ “why didn’t you vote for one more game, huh?” thanos sneered, his voice laced with mockery. “you had no problem playing foul last round.”

˚ ༘♡ you frowned, rising slowly to your feet. “you and i both know it was an accident,” you replied steadily. “everyone was running for their lives. i didn’t block your way on purpose. we both finished in time, didn’t we? no harm done.”

˚ ༘♡ he rolled his eyes, his expression exaggerated and spontaneous. “yeah, sure, whatever. typical cold-hearted bitch behavior.”

˚ ༘♡ player 124 cackled at the insult, his laughter harsh and grating. “that’s right. cold, stuck-up bitch,” he echoed, his voice dripping with scorn.

˚ ༘♡ their taunts were designed to provoke you, but you refused to give them the satisfaction. your hands curled into fists, but you forced yourself to relax them, forced yourself to breathe. these two thrived on conflict, and the best thing you could do was walk away. you turned on your heel, ignoring their shouts, and started to move toward the far corner of the room.

˚ ༘♡ “hey! i’m talking to you!” thanos barked, stumbling after you with heavy, uncoordinated steps. he didn’t get far. player 001 stepped into his path, his expression stoic and unyielding.

˚ ༘♡ “don’t you boys have any respect?” player 001 asked, his voice quiet but firm. there was something about him, an emanation of authority that made everyone within earshot pause.

˚ ༘♡ thanos bristled, his arrogance faltering for just a moment. “mind your own damn business, old man,” he snapped, jerking forward.

˚ ༘♡ player 001 didn’t flinch. when thanos lunged at him, the older man moved with startling precision, sidestepping the punch with ease. he grabbed thanos by the wrist mid-swing and twisted sharply, forcing a guttural yelp from the younger man as his knees buckled. with a swift motion, player 001 yanked him forward and drove an elbow into his chest, the dull, cracking impact echoing in the room. thanos collapsed onto the floor, clutching his ribs and coughing violently.

˚ ༘♡ player 124 scrambled forward, his face twisted in fury. “bastard!” he yelled, charging with reckless abandon. player 001 turned just in time, catching the younger man by the collar and using his momentum against him. a sharp twist and a well-placed shove sent player 124 sprawling into the edge of a nearby cot, the metal frame rattling as he hit it with a thud.

˚ ༘♡ the fight wasn’t over. thanos struggled to his feet, his face contorted in pain and rage. “you’re gonna regret that, old man,” he spat, lunging again. this time, player 001’s response was more deliberate. he ducked under thanos’s wild swing, stepped inside his reach, and delivered a devastating blow to his lower torso. the younger man doubled over, gasping, before player 001 swept his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor once more.

˚ ༘♡ not finished, player 124 staggered up again, charging at player 001 with fists raised. the older man sidestepped and grabbed player 124 by the arm, wrenching it behind his back and forcing him to the ground with a hoarse cry of pain. he planted a knee firmly against player 124’s spine, holding him there as the younger man squirmed and cursed.

˚ ༘♡ thanos, blood now trickling from his nose, crawled toward his friend, wheezing apologies and swearing obscenities all at once. player 001 released player 124 with a shove, stepping back as the two younger men lay crumpled together on the floor.

˚ ༘♡ the room was silent, every player watching in stunned awe. then, slowly, the silence broke into cheers and clapping. player 001 straightened his posture, his expression as calm and inscrutable as ever. without a word, he turned and walked back to where player 456 and a few others were gathered, leaving the two troublemakers to nurse their wounds.

˚ ༘♡ you hesitated, then followed him. when you reached his side, you spoke softly. “i wanted to thank you, sir. if you hadn’t stepped in, they wouldn’t have stopped harassing me and disturbing the peace. you’ve done us all a favor.”

˚ ༘♡ player 001 turned to look at you, his dark eyes meeting yours briefly before he nodded. he said nothing, his expression unreadable. there was something deeply weary about him, a weight that seemed to press down on his shoulders. his posture was rigid, his face lined with exhaustion, and though he was relatively handsome, it was the kind of masculine appeal eroded by time and hardship.

˚ ༘♡ you wondered what had brought him here, what had led him to the point where he’d chosen, or been pushed into, to enter this place. you didn’t ask. prying into his past would be an impolite gesture and an indignity for what he had done for you.

a/n: my first squid game fanfiction! i definitely want to write more for hwang in-ho in the future so let me know if you have any requests! 🤍

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arbitrarykiwi · 11 days ago

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Pill Poppin!

Thanos/Choi Su-bong (Player 230) x Fem producer!reader smut one-shot

Summary: you’re a self made producer, making tracks for many underground rappers, but one client always gets under your skin. Choi Su-bong. He’s forgot to pay you on more than one occasion, shows up to your studio like he owns the place and is so cocky it’s annoying. When he shows up to your studio at 2am randomly, he comes bearing gifts- one of them being the little pill you’ve been dying to try.

Warnings: smut (18+), drug usage, weed and alcohol mention, pill swapping, reader is described to have used various drugs before, you take a lil aphrodisiac pill with him <3, sex under the influence, spit- lots of spit, oral (f receiving), pet names (slut n bitch is used a couple times), dirty talk, squirting, creampie, i feel like Thanos in himself is a mf warning, there prolly more- read at your own risk.

You huff, clicking the same three buttons yet again, removing a small snippet of some drums and clipping it back- trying to get it right.

You tucked your knees up onto the chair you sat on, reaching out to grip the desk- pulling yourself forward on the wheeled chair, tucking yourself comfortably in front of the mouse and keyboard.

Recently, you found yourself working late nights in the small music studio you rented. For some reason the summer months had people lined up at your door with cash in hand offers for your beats. So there you found yourself, blanket over your shoulders, knees tucked up to your chest as you work on the same .5 seconds of the track over and over- trying to get it right.

Your eyes are tired, your ears ringing with the same loop of drums, snares, and mouse clicks. The routine ensemble of sounds is interrupted by three loud and harsh knocks at the door to your studio.

It causes you to jump, launching off your headphones and whipping around in your chair to glare at the door. Maybe you misheard it?

Three more loud knocks, the force shaking the door. You look over to the large digital clock, 1:45am. You weren’t expecting anyone.

You get up out of your chair in a slow creeping motion, the fluffy blanket dropping off your shoulder and piling into the black chair you just got out of. You make your way over to the door- your slippers shuffling against the carpet.

When you make it to the door you look back to your workstation- open alcohol cans and a tray full of weed. Great- you think. Could be the fucking cops you’re opening the door to and you have nearly an ounce scattered around the place.

You unlock the door, unchain the deadbolt and crack it open, peering around the door with an annoyed scowl. Your body is tense as you see who’s at your door. The light from your music studio floods the street from behind you in a thin line. You can’t make out exactly who’s there, but you see it’s definitely not a cop- no weapon belt or badges and you sigh, much more relaxed, shoulders dropping.

You open the door more- your face still in the scowl. “You knock like the fuckin’ cops. Now what do you-“

You’re cut off as the light floods out into the street, revealing who exactly is at your studio this hour. “Su-bong?!” You say both annoyed and surprised.

“I’ve been telling you~ it’s Thanos, baby.” He says pushing past you and into your studio. You scoff, opening your mouth to object but you don’t, instead closing the studio door behind him and locking it back with a sigh.

“Okayyyy,” you draw out, the word accompanied by a roll of your eyes, “Thanos.” You correct with a scoff. You scowl when he makes himself comfortable on the couch in your studio, like he owns the place.

“What are you doing here. It’s late and I already gave you your track…” your tired eyes widen as you dart to the computer “…didn’t I?!” You say frantically, sitting back in your chair and pulling it to the desk, beginning to rapidly open your email to see if you actually sent it to him- that had to be why he showed up so randomly.

You hear him laugh, “Señorita,” he called out with a cocky tone, you can hear the stupid smirk on his face even with your back turned to him, “you sent me by beat, it was perfect. I can’t just come by to see my favorite producer?” He says leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

You groan, annoyed that he made you so worried, you grip a small plush bear that sat at your desk, turning around and throwing it at him, “You fucking asshole!” You yell. He simply catches the bear midair and laughs. Then you spin the chair you sit in to look at him, and eyebrow raised in an accusatory look. “So you came by…at…” you turn to the clock behind you, “2 in the morning just to see me?” You ask.

He shrugs, “Yeah exactly that. Wanted to see your pretty face.” He says, tilting his head with his smirk widening, almost akin to the cheshire cat. You cross your arms and glare at him.

You knew he either came around when it was time to pay or cause trouble. He was no stranger to paying you late for the tracks you send him, or showing up to your studio high out of his mind in the middle of the night to beg you to record an incoherent track, or to crashing on your couch in the studio when he gets evicted for a week before he gets a new place, or to even beg you for free work.

For years he has caused you nothing but trouble but you still worked with him, you still let him crash on the couch, and you still let him have new beats despite having not paid for the last one you made him. You were attracted to him in some weird way but it pissed you off so much. You realize now, at 2 in the morning as he lays sprawled out on your couch, legs up and laid back like he owns the place, you snap.

“I don’t care what you’re here- it’s 2am, You barge in here, acting like you own the place. I really am fucking doing any free work for you, I’m fucking sick of you coming around here late at night and pulling dumb dumbass stunt.” You scold your anger beginning to rise. “And you know what else-“

You’re immediately cut off by him bolting up off of the couch, bounding over to you in a single step. His hands slam against the armrests of the chair you’re sitting in, caging you in. His face is inches from yours. You can’t even see his irises, his pupils are blown out beyond belief- he’s beyond fucked up. The quickness of him changing from annoying but somewhat charming to terrifying is… well terrifying.

His teeth are clenched, his breath is heavy and it comes out in heaving puffs as he glares at you. “You just don’t know when to shut your fuckin mouth.” He seethes, emphasizing his words by slamming his hands on the armrests of the chair, the sheer force causing the chair to shake. “Rude bitch.” He spits out.

Your initial fear is taken over by rage, you sit up taller in your chair, your gaze narrowing, “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He says, his voice raising. One of his hands picks up from the armrest and grips your chin. The grip is rough, painful, you’re sure it will leave bruises if he didn’t let go soon.

You swallow thickly, trying to pull back from his grip but it’s impossible. “You’re going to fix your attitude and shut the fuck up for one second.” He growls, pushing your face back and releasing his grip. You know better than to move or speak.

You look up at him with wide eyes as he pulls back, standing up straight. “I came here for multiple reasons.” He growls, his voice still raised and seething. “For one, I brought all the money I ever owed you and then some.” He says, reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out a massive wad of cash and throwing it onto the desk next to you.

“Second, I came to show you that the last track you made, the song and music video I put out hit over 3 million views allowed me to get a hook up for you with the big DJ that you always ramble on and on about. He wants to work with you.” He says pacing around the room, your mouth just drops open, you can hardly process what’s going on.

He pauses his pacing, returning back to you, arms on the armrests of the chair- caging you in again, but this time it isn’t as violent. “And lastly, I remembered you whining that you didn’t get to try that new shit that just dropped yet so I brought you some. I came to do it with you so you’d have a fucking trip sitter.” He seethes.

You genuinely think you’re already tripping and you know you’ve only smoked maybe one blunt in the last hour but you could not believe what you were hearing. He’s brought you what looks like seven times what he owed you- something in all the years of knowing him you’d never thought he would have done.

He somehow got your beat to not only go viral but the vitality got your favorite DJ to converse with him. You couldn’t even fathom that he remembered your various rambles about how much you liked this specific DJ- but somehow he remembered and set up a collab for you?!?

And lastly, he remembered a passing comment you made about wanting to try the new colorful pills that had hit your shared circle of people, not only bringing it to you for free- but offering to stay with you while you tried it for the first time.

He smirks, scoffing when he realizes you’re at a loss for words. “You just keep running your mouth and don’t let me fucking talk. So what is it? Huh??” He asks his hands coming up to either side of your face to cup your jaw and force your neck to crane upwards. “You gonna keep bitching, or are you gonna be nice?” He says, shaking your head back and forth like you were just a dog or something.

You swallow, wanting to hit him or yell at him to get out but the way he looks at you, the crazy stunt he just pulls and his proximity- you simply bite your lip then nod. “I’ll…” your voice comes out hoarse, cracking as you speak. You don’t even get to try again before he’s laughing. “Where’s that bratty attitude of your’s now? Can’t fuckin’ speak now, huh?” He speaks in an amused growl. His hand taps on your cheek in quick succession, “C’mon now, speak up.” He says in a mocking, sing-song voice.

You clear your throat before speaking, “I’ll be nice…” you say softly, “Thank you..” you add. You don’t even have to be asked- you mean it. All these years of wishing. hoping that somehow he’d show some signs of actually caring about you- he finally did it, in his own weird way. He came here late at night to give you gifts you don’t think even your best friends could think of.

He seems to relax some, letting out an annoyed sigh but collecting himself. He already hated that you made him feel all weird- like how he feels he has a heart condition with the way he swears it skips a beat when he hears you laugh or now- when you were just standing up to him, oh so defiantly, and so quickly turning into a deer in headlights, wide eyes looking at him trying to wrap you mind around what’s going on.

It’s cute.

You’re cute.

He lets out a low noise, one that reverberates off his chest and resonates deeply in his throat. He keeps his hand on your jaw, his eyes tracing over your face- pupils blown out- he’s already high. His hand that’s not keeping your face in place comes up to his neck, gripping at the silver chain and pulling it up, hand running down the length of the chain to grip at the large cross locket at the end.

“Now do you want the shit or not?” He hisses, dangling the cross locket in front of your face like a toy. And when you nod, staring at him with a frenzied, wide eyed stare- the grin that spreads across his face is wicked. “Good girl…” he hums, dropping the locker and taking a step closer to you.

He’s standing between your legs as you sit stunned, so close to you that you can smell his cologne and the undertone of the last blunt he smoked- it’s oddly intoxicating. His hand still on your chin forces you to look up at him, almost painfully so, pulling you so your chin is practically touching his stomach.

The best part about this, he thinks- you just let him.

You just let him manipulate you, looking up at him like he was your king who was bestowing you with a royal gift. Your lips are slightly parted, he can feel your heavy breaths against his stomach, and fuck, if it isn’t one of the best ways he’s seen you.

“You’re always so bitchy ya know that?” He chides with a smirk. He stares at you some more, just taking you all in, his thumb moves to run along your bottom lip. “’m not!” You call out at his insult, his eyebrow quirks up as he hears you try to talk back to him. It’s funny how you think it will do anything, given the position you’re in- the position you so compliantly let him move you into.

“Mhm sure…” he lets out in a long drawn out hum, his grasp suddenly becomes harsher, making you let out a whine at pressure, “then what was that dumb fuckin’ stunt you just pulled? Hm?” He says, leaning down, his face inches from yours, teeth clenched and words coming out in terse angered syllables.

“Yelling at me like that…” he says, his grip loosening and his words becoming almost a playful scolding. “S’like no one ever taught you manners.” He says with a pout, his voice soft- almost pitiful. “S’okay…Thanos‘ll teach you…” he says, both his hands coming up to old your face, squishing in your cheeks and shaking your head.

It’s a little unsettling how rapid his emotions seem to change- it should terrify you but you’re not normal…no, the way it puts you on edge and unnerves you only makes a warmth grow in your lower stomach and your thighs press together desperately.

He notices your thighs, pressed together and rubbing against each other- trying to get some sort of relief for the heat that envelops your cunt. It’s a quick movement that has you keeling over in your chair, his hands drop from your face and push your knees apart. “And here you are…” he growls, bringing his face so its level with yours. “…rubbing your thighs together like some bitch in heat when I’m trying to talk to you.” You can’t help the moan that slips out your lips, the absence of the pressure your thighs were creating brings the ache in your cunt to tenfold.

The movement forces you to realize how much he’s effecting you. It brings up years of pent up sexual tension that has your chest heaving and your panties beginning to feel damp. “I-“ you choke on your words, embarrassed at how easily he caught on to you trying to ease the ache in your pussy by squeezing your thighs, “it’s not what you think.”

When the words fall out of your mouth, you know it’s dumb. It’s stupid. Lying through your teeth when you know there’s nothing it’s it could be.

“Oh really?” He says laughing, his hands forcing your legs apart even as they try to fight his grip to try and close. His eyes move from your face to your clothed cunt- shielded by your sweatpants and underwear. “So if I checked right now, your pretty pussy wouldn’t be soakin’ your panties?” He says, moving his face down from being level with yours to being level with the crotch of your pants, laughing at your desperate attempt to hide how needy you really were. You shake your head no.

He laughs. He knows you’re lying….there’s a darkened spot on your sweatpants- there’s no way of hiding it yet you’re still set on lying to keep some sense of pride. How adorable. Despite the two layers of clothes, you can feel his breath and it has you draw in a shuddering breath. “Like I said…someone oughta teach you some manners…don’t you know lyin’s bad sweet girl?” He hums, eyes looking up at you from his spot between your legs.

“So I’ll give you a chance…since it seems you haven’t been fucked good enough…haven’t been set straight.” He rambles on, breath fanning over your covered cunt. You can hardly hear what he’s saying, you can only focus on how good the purple haired male looks between your thighs. “So let’s try again…” he says, placing a kiss directly over your clit that’s hidden by your sweatpants. You jump at the contact, body twitching and hips chasing his mouth. Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth as your heavy breaths turn into soft whines. “If I checked…and think about this real hard princess..” he says, with a wicked grin, “If I checked, your cunt would be soakin your panties, huh?”

You nod, “Mhm…” you hum through your bit lip. He grins and rewards you with another kiss to your clothed pussy. “Seeee~” he says in a sing song voice “S’not so hard is it?” He’s pulling back, standing back up straight to hover over you.

“Now…you said you want some of this shit?” He says, gripping at the cross locket that you know holds the drug you’ve been desperately wanting to try. “Y-yes…” you respond, he looks at you with a warning glare. “Y-yes please.” You correct yourself.

He nods, hand reaching out to hold your chin, “atta girl, you’re learning.” He hums, thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. “Open up f’me.” He says, and you obey, your mouth opening. He lets out a soft laugh, the hand that was cradling your jaw in its iron grip moves to the back of your head. His fingers entangle themselves in your hair to keep your head right where he wants it. “There you go….” he praises, “Now you’re listening, not so hard is it?” He says with a shit eating grin. His eyes scan you, “Fuck you look good like this…” he says, mumbling through gritted teeth.

He keeps you held there, mouth agape as he moves to grip the cross locket again. With a shaky hand, he opens the locket and dumps two of the colored pills out. You watch on as he closes it, fumbling with it a bit to get it closed back with one hand.

When he drops the chain and locket back down, it falling back on his chest, he pops the two pills in his mouth. “Tongue out.” he commands, his words muffled by the pills he has tucked in his cheek.

You suck in a breath, trying to tell yourself to have some shame- to tell him off and kick him out. But as you intend to move your mouth to yell at him- no words come out- instead you obey. Tongue lolling out of your mouth.

He seems to catch on to the way your mind fights itself- he can see it in the way your eyes dart around, trying to look anywhere but him, to talk yourself out of this. But your eyes return back to him, looking up at him oh so expectantly, and giving in once again- waiting patiently for whatever he has to offer.

He tilts your head back the slightest bit, sucking his teeth. You’re confused at what was going on until a trail of his saliva drops down from his pursed lips. It hit your tongue in a warm wetness, one that you had you letting out a breathy whine, eyes rolling into the back of your head when you taste him. Your tongue sinks back into your mouth, lips closing.

Only when you close your mouth, his spit mixing with yours, do you realize he’s spit one of the pills he had tucked into his cheek, into your mouth. You chew the pill, knowing it will make the effect of the drugs hit you faster.

He hisses, your little sound doing numbers on him. He reaches down with the hand that’s not in your hair to palm his erection. As you watch on, tongue licking your lips and pupils beginning to dilate, he continues- only gripping at his clothed cock harder under your gaze.

The way you can’t figure out what to look at, his face or where his hand fists the tent in his pants has him snapping. He surges forward, and bends down attaching his lips to yours in a frenzied manner.

You whine into his mouth, arms coming up to lace around his neck and pull at the purple baby hairs at the base of his neck. It’s a messy, sloppy clash of lips and teeth.

You’re quick to haul yourself into a standing position, pressing your body against him, fingers pulling at his hair and keeping him bent down. His hands are over you in a feverish haze, trailing under your shirt to grip at your waist. The warmth of his hands makes a jolt run up your spine forcing you to arch into his touch.

His teeth bite down on your bottom lip, pulling at it as he parts to begin yanking your shirt over your head. You step back, pulling it above your head by yourself- you suddenly feel so so hot, like your insides are on fire. When you look back up to him he smirks, grabbing the sides of your head to pull you close to him.

His palms cover your ears, painted nails tangled under your hair as he stares directly into your eyes, when he finds what he’s looking for his grin widens, “You’re starting to feel it, huh? Works quick doesn’t it?” He mumbles in a low voice, he was looking at your eyes.

Your pupils, although you couldn’t see them, were blown out, a sight that only made him want to devour you more. It was like you were a little fawn, looking at him like he was a wild wolf about to strike. You bite your lip, letting out a ‘mhm’ as you nod.

He laughs at your state, his hands moving down the sides of your neck over to your arms- running the tips of his fingers down your skin. He continues, looking down on you as his colorful nails trace along the swell of your tits, running over the top of your bra before ghosting his thumbs over your nipples hidden behind the lace fabric of your bra.

It was insane how pleasurable it felt. Just a simple touch has you keening over, falling into his chest with heaving breaths. It felt like his fingers electrocuted you in waves that only helped to force syrupy drips of arousal out of your cunt and into your panties.

“Heh…yeah it’s working.” He mocks his hand cradling your back, running up your spine until he reaches the back of your bra, doing it with an expertise that should make you uneasy- he’s had to do that many times before- but you just pull away and try to hurriedly shove the straps off your shoulders and pulling the fabric off.

He wants to mock you, degrade you for being so easy, so shameless- but when he finally sees the tits he’s been dreaming about for years, his mouth is watering. He’s back on you like lightning. Hands reaching up to massage the flesh in his palms. “Fuck…I knew you’d have a perfect set of tits on you…fuckin picturesque.” He rumbles, eyes transfixed on how the flesh of your breasts spills out between the spaces of his fingers when he squeezes harder.

“F-feels s-so fucking good..” you whine out it’s raised at the end, like you’re questioning how you can be this worked up with him fondling your tits. He bits his lip and nods, “Awh I know sweetheart…” He coos, a pout forming on his face that you know isn’t sincere. “…see the thing about this drug here that you were so eager to take…without asking what the trip is like I may add…”

He says, like you’re some dumb girl new to the drug scene- you weren’t. Far from it. But he did have a point. You just heard about how good the trip was, not what made it so good.

One of his hands drops from your breast to wrap his arm around your waist caging you into him. The hand that was still attached to your breast moves to pinch your nipple, pulling at it, “…it’s main highlight isn’t the visuals like the shit you’re used to doing…” He begins to talk again, smiling at how you twitch against him, “’s the feeling of euphoria it gives you when you’re getting fucked stupid. Makes every touch so so so…” he repeats, every ‘so’ he’s pulling harder at your nipple, “so much better..” he finishes finally releasing your nipple, eyes trained on the way your breast falls back against your chest with a lewd jiggle.

You can only pant against him, hands gripping at his shirt and nodding helplessly. You want his clothes off. You want to feel him against you. You whine, pulling your head off his chest to stare up at him, tugging at his shirt like some needy puppy.

“Manners slut. C’mon. Haven’t even touched you properly and you’re already too fucked out to speak?! Tell me what you want..” He scolds in a degrading, it’s so mean and debauched, like he’s looking down on you for not being able to contain yourself and the feelings that this new drug gives you. But fuck, it just makes your cunt throb.

“P-please, wanna feel you. ‘S not fair, I don’t have a shirt on.” You say, defiantly, hands pulling at the hem of his shirt. He scoffs, as cock-drunk as you seem and as fucked out as the drugs make you- you’re still your firey self, always talking back.

“When have you ever seen me play fair.” He says with a laugh, quirking up an eyebrow- he was right up until the cash he brought you tonight he would play you out new beats despite the many he had yet to pay you for. His hands reach down and capture your hands, both wrists engulfed by his tattooed hand. “I’ll humor you this one time since you’re so desperate…” he says with a chuckle, releasing your hands and pulling his shirt over his head.

He was toned, well built, a brick of a man really. His baggy jeans hung low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers visible. A truly delicious sight. You stand there, stunned and mouth agape, eyes trailing to the defined ‘V’ of his hips. At the visual in front of you your body seems to become even hotter than before- your face flushing pink, your thighs rubbing together and your pussy practically weeping.

He pulls you back into him, your tits pressed against his bare chest, mewling at the warm sensation that envelopes your nipples. You two meet in a mess of tongue and lips again, his tongue immediately entering into your mouth, spinning around yours in a sloppy dance. One of his hands slips between the two of you, maneuvering under your sweatpants and panties, immediately petting at your sopping pussy.

At his touch you both moan into each other’s mouth’s. You nearly sob out when his finger parts your folds, collecting your thick wetness on his fingers- brushing over your clit. He can help but growl into the kiss feeling just how wet you are, it makes something primal in him snap.

He’s spinning you around and pushing you onto the couch he was on when he first arrived. It has you crying out in surprise as you land on the leather. He’s wasting no time, gripping at the waistband of your pants and panties, pulling them down and off your legs.

You feel so bare and vulnerable in front of him. Shirt and bra long gone, legs spread and pussy on display for him as he looms over you still in his jeans. He’s dropping to his knees, hands gripping at your ankles to force your heels up onto the couch. It surges you forward, allowing him to place his large hands on the backs of your thighs and push them back.

He observes your cunt with a wicked devilish gaze. You’re already red and puffy, so worked up and he had only barely started. Your arousal is a mess between the back of your thighs, dripping down your ass. He thinks he’s in heaven.

“Such a fuckin’ slut…” he muses, hands sliding down your thighs, thumbs moving to spread you nice n’ wide for him. “Already so sloppy just from a little pill and groping.” He says, his voice degrading as he emphasizes his words by rubbing his thumbs up the sides of your pussy, meeting at your clit before circling back down to spread you open.

Even this is almost too much, your face is flushed, hand over your mouth as you try to keep yourself for sobbing out in pleasure at such little stimulation, and thighs already threatening to close, twitching back against his hands. “Oh no, sweetheart…” he says, sitting up a little, hovering over you as he forces your legs open and back, your knees touching the back of the couch where your back rests, “None of that. You wanted to act all big n bad and take that pill, you wanted to tease me and work me up by yelling at me, so you’re gonna take whatever I fuckin’ give you….”

You’re about to retort, tell him you yelled at him because he pissed you off but you’re cut off by his tongue flattening against your pussy, licking a long slow stripe up to your clit. He stops, bringing his tongue into his mouth and fully tasting you.

You don’t know how, but his pupils seem to dilate even more, a low chuckle coming from his throat. “Now I knew you had to have good pussy….” He drawls on, leaning back in to your cunt to repeat the same action, this time making an obscene slurping sound- collecting as much as your arousal as he can before pulling away and swallowing. “But this sweet cunt…even better than what I could have imagined all those times I’ve beat my dick to the thought of fucking you on my tongue.”

There he goes, rambling on in the most raunchy way he can. You can hardly wrap your mind around the pleasure you’re feeling now, the situation you’ve found yourself in- let alone the idea that he seemed to have masturbated frequently to multiple ideas of you.

He’s back on your cunt, tongue dancing through your folds. And he’s messy. It’s a crazed, hungry effort that seems to have no real rhythm. You’re embarrassed by the wet, slurping sounds that come as he eats you like a man starved. His eyes are closed and he’s shaking his head into your pussy like a dog, literally bathing in the syrupy juices that continually flow out of your pussy.

Your hand reaches down, gripping at his purple hair, hips grinding down, trying to chase his tongue with your throbbling clit anytime he slips it back down to your weeping hole. His eyes dart open and the view of him, cat like eyes peering at you through thick lashes, mouth buried in your messy cunt. You moan out what you want to be his name, but it comes out as babbled breathy syllables.

He fights your grip, pulling back with an evil grin. His mouth and chin are covered in your arousal as he stares down at you, “What you want more? ‘S not enough for your needy cunt is it?” He hums, his tattooed fingers coming up to play with your pussy.

He’s just running his fingers through your folds, smearing the creamy liquid that gushes out of your cunt, grin widening as he watches white sticky webs collect between your folds, pulling apart anytime he plays with your pussy. “‘S not enough, I know it isn’t…you need more don’t you….practically cryin f’me.”

Your eyes widen, one finger circling your entrance, collecting a drop of your arousal before bringing it up to his lips. He makes a show of licking it up. It’s when it hits you- he’s not even taking to you. He’s talking to your pussy. The realization making you writhe and whimper, hips twitching trying to find any sort of stimulation.

“Poor thing….so neglected. Probably have had a good fuckinf’ in a long while, hm?” He coos at your cunt, lowering his face back to be level with your shining entrance. “S’okay Thanos will help you out….” He mumbles, placing a kiss to your clit. His arms wrap around your thigh, dragging you impossibly closer to his mouth.

You hate that he’s right, it’s been so long since you’ve been with anyone let alone been fucked on some sex enhancing pill that also has you high out of your mind. It only just makes you so much more receptive to his touches- like you haven’t been touched in a millennia. Like his touches are that of pure bliss, a tangible heavenly experience that will definitely ruin you for any other man who try’s to get with you.

It’s so much at once. It has you seeing colors you didn’t even think existed. You can’t even think straight, only babbling out praises like he’s your savior. His tongue is all over you, working up to flick lightly at your clot before wrapping his soft lips around it, sucking into his mouth. You can feel yourself dirty the leather of the couch under you, the wetness pooling under your thighs and ass.

He moans into your cunt, pulling away to stare at your raw pussy, licking his lips clean of your taste. Then he’s spitting directly on your clit, the warm saliva hitting your cunt in a messy spatter that leaves a warm hot trail anywhere it touches. It is so fucking filthy, scratching desires in you that you never knew you had. It has you crying out a babbled string of pleas for him to put his mouth back on you.

He laughs, taking in your needy state, pussy covered in his saliva, puffy and red, begging for more. His tongue delves back into you. It’s a viscous onslaught of licks and sucks that has you convulsing and creaming around his tongue.

His tongue makes its way down to your sopping hole, circling your entrance before thrusting itself into your walls. It’s a heavenly feeling, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and your back arching up off the couch.

His tongue fucked you ravenously, like you were the last meal he’d ever consume. His fingers are squeezing your thighs so hard you know there’s going to be circle shaped bruises once he removes his hands.

“Oh god..” you whine out, it’s a pathetic shuddering sound that only makes him laugh against your cunt, your moans and words only making him pull you down onto him. He’s so fucking messy. It’s something straight out of a porno, you’re sure of it. He’d pull back every so often to spit in your cunt to only go right back to fucking his tongue into your walls- drinking up his spit and every bit of your creamy arousal.

It’s so good. Too good. You want to push off the blooming heat that begins to swell deep in your cunt, to drag this out, but you can’t. You’re sitting up, hands trying to dig into the leather couch, trying to ground yourself.

You’re moaning out pathetic pleas of “‘s too much” and “more, more, more”. Your cunt is erratically spasming against his fingers, you know you’re getting close.

“Gonna cum all over my face, huh girlie?” He muses up at you, words muffled against your pussy. His fingers don’t let up, curling up into your tight walls with fervor. You’re gushing around him, anytime his fingers push into you they come out covered by even more of your thick arousal. “Want you to make a mess f’me.” He continues on.

You nod, biting your lip and entangling your fingers into his hair. “OhmygodOhmygod-“ your voice comes out in a high pitched mess of words, shaking against his tongue. The feeling of your orgasm beginning to build inside you is almost too much. It’s never felt like this, it’s an almost violent insatiable itch, one you’re chasing even though you feel so sensitive to the point it almost hurts. You’re almost scared of the orgasm that’s building up in you.

“Yeahhhh…that’s it’s, you got it sweet thing.” His words seep into your ears like the sweetest melody, “Needa have you cummin’ on my face.” He says, almost begging for you to allow him such an honor. His words spur you in to not shying away from the feeling. All you can think of is how badly you want to cum and how badly you want to please him.

His fingers rapidly pump in and out of you, every motion beginning to let off a wet sloshing sound. You sob out, looking down to watch on as his tongue flicks over your clit and fingers slam into your cunt. “H-holy fuck I’m g-gonna… oh fuck…I’m gonna cum!” You cry out.

You hear a growl in response from the man between your thighs, a low primal, no, a feral sound that vibrates off your clit. It sends you over the edge, your hurled to your orgasm before you can even realize it.

It has you seeing starts, sobbing out a mix of his name and obscenity’s as you cum. And you cum hard. You can hear it gush out of you like a fountain, soaking his face and chest. The slurping sounds he’s been making only becoming louder, like he’s drinking glacier water after being stuck in a desert.

Your head falls back onto the back of the couch, your hand forcing his head still with a strength that surprises not you and him. Your hips grind in helpless jerking motions as you continue to cum, his fingers stroking your walls and beckoning every last drop of your cum out of you.

He pulls back slowly, fingers pulling out of you, his breath coming out in heavy pants. You come back down, breath still catching in your throat as you try to regain your breath. Your eyes open to finally see the extent of the mess you made.

His chest, chin and mouth is covered in your glistening arousal. He’s sucking your cum off his fingers and just staring at you with a shit eating grin. “I-I just…” your voice trails off, genuinely surprised at what just transpired. It has never happened before.

“Squirted?” He finishes your sentence while he pops his fingers out of his mouth. “Yeah, I know princess.” He says in a low mocking tone as he leans over you, pulling you into a kiss. It’s slow, methodical, he’s making sure you taste yourself.

He pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you. He collects it with his thumb, puts his digit to your lips and nods approvingly as you take it into your mouth. “You oughta get used to it. Gonna be happening a lot with me.” He mused.

In a quick motion his thumb is pull from your lips. He’s standing back, eyes trained on your fucked out form as he begins to remove his pants. He kicks them off into the corner of your studio, his boxers soon following.

When you finally see the cock that was causing the huge tent in his pants, you’re at a loss for words. He’s girthy, long, and he’s got a mean upwards curve. It stands attention, pre-cum leaking from the fat cock-head. He moves his hand across your pussy quickly, the motion making your body jolt. His hand then wraps around his length, twisting his wrist up and down his dick with the help of your cum.

He’s sitting down next to you on the couch, reaching over and pulling your limp form onto his lap, his fist still working around his dick.

“Haven’t broken you completely have I?” He mocks, staring on as you watch his fist squeeze his angry red tip before moving down his shaft. Even though you know you’re overly sensitive, all you can think about is how his cock would feel deep inside you. “N-no, ‘m not broken, want your cock inside me s’bad.” Your words are slurred, you can’t even believe the sentence you said- usually you’d have more shame.

But fuck did that little pill he gave you have your body already working itself up, cunt pulsing around nothing in anticipation for the fucking you were about to get. He lets out a low chuckle, his fist releasing his dick. It hits your stomach with a hefty ‘plap’ sound.

You look down, biting your lip when you see his cock resting against your stomach, the swollen tip resting just below your navel. You suck in a breath, relaxing just how deep he will be. “Gonna be able to take it, princess?” He mumbles, pressing a thumb against his cock, pushing it further against your stomach, the hot thick skin of his cock pressing into the flesh. “See how deep I’m gonna be?” He questions, eyes trained on his cock against your stomach, imagining what it’s going to feel like to be balls deep in your tight cunt.

You just nod in let out a hiccuped moan, canting your hips forward to try and brush your clit against the underside of his cock. “Imma take it…I can, I promise.” You pout, raising your hips the smallest bit and gripping the base of his thick length.

When your hand wraps around the length and your fingers don’t touch, you realize fully what you’re getting yourself into. “Go on then…you said you could take it.” He says, a shit eating grin on his face as he sees your concern in your face- how was he going to fit.

He shifts back on the couch, spreading his legs more and looking down at where you run his leaking cock head through your dripping folds. He bites his lip and lets out a muffled groan as he feels your wetness immediately begin soaking his length.

“Mhm…there you go.” He says, arms thrown languidly behind his head, watching you with dark eyes as you begin to sink down onto his cock. You cry out when his bulbous head slips past the tight ring of your cunt. His head throws itself back a sigh slipping past his lips as he feels your walls squeeze around him, enveloping his cock head in a warmth he never wants to leave.

“That was jus’ the tip, come on you can take more. Like you said you can take it all..and we’ve already gone over how lyin’s bad pretty girl.” He says using your own words against you, and that seems to spur you on, sinking deeper onto him.

You finally drop down, your hips connecting with his pelvis, his tip kissing your cervix. You let out a sob of his name. He lets out a porn worthy moan his hands immediately darting down to grip at your hips in a bruising strength, keeping you still.

He swears he might cum then and there. Being buried balls deep in your tight cunt, your arousal spilling out on his pelvis, it’s better than he could have imagined.

And he’s imagined it. More times than he can count.

“F-fuck you’re so god damn tight…” he hisses out, head dropping back forward so he can look at you. Your lips are dropped open, eyebrows upturned, eyes watering from just how full you feel. “O-oh my god…” you mumble out looking down to where you two connect.

It’s shameful how much your arousal has already dirtied his pelvis and your inner thighs with a milky white sheen. With the drugs in your system you can feel every inch of him in ways you didn’t even think was possible. Your hands are braced on the strong muscles of his abdomen, your breasts heaving with every shuddering breath you take as you try to accommodate his thick cock into your cunt.

“‘S big isn’t it?” He boasts, quirking up an eyebrow, a cat like grin on his face. The way you’re already fucked out he’s so composed makes you whine, nodding your head. When you finally move your hips the slightest bit and clench around him you’re rewarded with the sight of him breaking the slightest bit. He lets out a breathy sound, almost a choked whine. Hell, he’s also tripping ass on the same drugs you were- even if this isn’t his first time like you, it still has his nerves on fire. He can feel every clench and spasm of your pussy around his cock. Every drop of arousal that seeps out around him, he can feel it before it even comes out of you, feeling it swell in the depths of your cunt- being forced out by the intrusion of his thick length and trickling down the top of his cock, down the length of it, eventually dripping out along his pelvis.

“Your pussy feels s’good baby- fuck- c’mon get to work, use those hips” He says, looking at you with a hooded gaze, lip caught between his teeth- hands still resting behind his head. You take in a large breath, lifting up your hips only a bit. The drag of his cock along your walls is deliciously sinful. You know you’re fucked- figuratively and literally. No man is ever going to make you feel this good.

You repeat the motion, not even lifting half way up his dick before dropping back down. It’s so much. “Ohhh…” he hums in a low locking tone, “you can do so much better than that.” He growls, it’s harsh, you know it’s a demand.

You situate yourself better on his lap, leaning forward on him, arching your back, and placing your hands in the in the spaces his arms leave on either side of his head and resting them against the back of the couch.

When you begin to move your hips, this time guiding them expertly up and down the entire length of his cock it doesn’t take long until his hands come to grip at your ass. He’s growling, restraining himself from thrusting up into you and taking over- truly ruining your pussy.

His hands are splayed open-palmed on your ass, moving with the flesh that recoils anytime you connect back down onto his lap, his swollen cock-head kissing your cervix. “Fucking hell!” He laughs out, it’s laced with a frenzied growl- like this was he’s been waiting for all the years he’s known you.

He’s no stranger to looking at your ass. Watching as the flesh jiggles when you wear those thin pajama pants that you wore when he came to pay you late, watching as you bend over to fix some cord in your set up or even the one time he was at the same party you were- being graced with the visual of you shaking your ass playfully against one of your friends.

But this? Fuck this was so much better than watching you.

“Mhm…” he moans, nodding his head as you look at him in a fucked-out haze, a moaning mess as you continue to ride him. “This fucking ass…” he growls through gritted teeth, hands gripping the flesh in a rough grasp, “Always knew you’d know how to ride cock like a good whore.” He spits out, one of his hands coming into contact with your ass- a sharp sting that has you meaning out his name. “You know how many times I had to beat my shit to the visual of your ass bouncing against me like this?”

His words are filthy. Raunchy. You’re sure if he kept talking you could cum right now. You surge forward, capturing his lips in yours. He swallows each of your moans greedily-lips messily moving with yours. Your tongue dance in a sloppy manner that has spit trailing down your tongue.

You continue to bounce on his cock, crying out into his mouth. Anytime you lift your hips up there’s a wet, sticky sound that resonates throughout your music studio. He pulls away from the kiss, his hands coming up to hold your face, keeping your face close by his. His eyes flutter close and a shuddering breath comes out of his lips as he feels your ass bounce against him more fervently now that his hands aren’t holding the plump flesh in place. He opens his eyes, letting out a low growl, his hands gripping your face, tighten the slightest bit. “Fuckin’ look at you…taking all of me…’s fuckin’ deep isn’t it?” He chides, it’s a degrading mocking tone that has your eyebrows turning up as you nod.

“Mhm s-so fuckin’ deep ohmygoddd.” You cry out in response, leaning back the slightest bit and reaching your arms behind you, placing your hands on his knees as you continue to fuck yourself on his cock. He bites his lip, eyes trained on where you two connect. Watching with blown out pupils how your cunt continuously gushes around him, adding to the white ring that’s forming at the base of his cock.

“So fuckin messy…” he coos, one of his hands coming down to rub his thumb across your clit. You let out a high pitched sound- almost like a squeak- at the sudden added stimulation. “Ohhh…” he groans, his thumb circling your puffy clit, “…that was a cute sound.” he growls in praise. His thumb and pointer finger begin to rub up and down the edges of your cunt, tracing the outline of where his cock is splitting you open.

You continue to raise and lower your hips, circling them and spearing yourself on his thick cock. “‘M stretchin’ you out baby…” he hisses, the image he’s one he swears is the most beautiful sight he’s seen- your cunt gaped obscenely wide, squeezing his dick, leaking more and more creamy arousal everytime you drop your hips onto his lap.

You feel your thighs ache, but the way his cock effortlessly hits your g-spot each time you slam down has you continuing your motions, letting out pathetic whines in protest. He chuckles, his hand that’s still resting behind his head comes down to smack your ass.

You moan out, falling forward on his chest, your hips gyrating desperately. “Oh c’mon, can’t do it no more? I gotta do everything for you?” He says in a degrading, mocking tone. Both his hands find purchase on your ass, gripping and massaging the flesh. You whine and writhe against him, making feeble attempts to keep riding him- but your thighs just ached too much and he was making you feel so full.

“P-please…” you whine out, your head in the crook of his neck, breath fanning the skin, every moan and whine right under his ear. “Awhhh now you’re begging?!” He says with a chuckle, beginning to bounce his legs, it’s not enough but it bullies his pulsating cock further into you. “Not even ridin’ me that long sweetheart…I’m gonna fucking ruin you..” he says, laughing at how fucked stupid you already were.

“F-fuuuck” you moan out in a sinful song as you twitch against him, “you’re so big, it’s so much…” you babble against his flesh.

He hums, his hands on your ass beginning to guide your hips up and down his cock, a sob wracks through your esophagus as you’re closer to what you finally need, “And yet here you are…” he growls, “creaming all over my cock and taking it.” He says beginning to thrust upwards into the warm velvety walls of your cunt. “S’not too much” he says, thrusting up hard into you, it makes a raunchy squelching sound, pushing more of your syrupy arousal onto his pelvis “…you can take it, you’re a big girl.” He says, every word is punctuated by a thrust and echoed by the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

You cry out, your hands raking across his shoulders leaving blooming red stripes in their wake. You can hear him growling, it’s a primal low rumble that reverberates through his chest as he fucks up into you. It’s a brutal, rough pace that continues to speed up with each thrust.

You let out a surprised squeak when he grips your ass harder and stands up. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders his hands holding you up by your ass. His hands lifting you up and dropping you down on his cock like you’re a ragdoll.

It makes his dick reach places you never thought would have been possible. You’re completely speared on his cock, your sopping wet cunt only aiding him in dragging you along his veiny length.

“Fuck!” You cry out pathetically, tears beginning to water in your eyes, it felt so. fucking. good. “Mhmmm…” he says biting his lip and nodding, “Gonna fuckin’ ruin you.” He says with a chuckle. The deep thrust of his cock and his words are brutal. Mean.

“And you’re gonna let me…cause you love it.” He hisses, hands never letting up on splitting you on his cock. Your face tells him all he needs to know, your eyebrows are turned up, your lips parted and tongue lolled out, drooling down your chin. “Yeaaahhhh you do…” he coos, mockingly.

His cock bullies its way into your cunt, pushing past your sparking walls to kiss your cervix with the head of his cock. “You’re fucking squeezing me sweetheart..” he chokes out, “pussy’s fuckin addicting.” He adds, looking down to watch how your cunt slides up and down his cock, leaving streaks of milky white arousal arcross the expanse of his girth.

“Messy fuckin’ cunt, just fuckin creamin all over me.” He babbles, you can tell with the way his thrusts were speeding up, slamming you down even harder, that he was close to cumming. And you were too.

“Want you to squirt on my cock..make more of a mess f’me. You can do that, yeah?” He growls, looking back up to you and you nod furiously, “mhm, please- oh my god- ‘m so close.” You whine out, words cut off by heaving cries.

“Touch yourself.” He orders, “let me see how you play with yourself.” You obey, a shaky hand releasing itself from his shoulder to rub circles on your clit. Your fingers slip lower, feeling just how much he has you stretched out before returning up to your clit.

Your fingers draw figure eights, working in sporadic movements to push you further to the edge. You look up at him through lashes that were clumped with tears. You feel like you’re floating, it’s such a delicious pleasure that you know you’ll dream of for days to come.

“C’mon princess…” he growls, hands slamming you down brutally as his hips thrust up. Every movement makes a raunchy sticky sound, anytime he drives his cock deep inside you it makes the same wet sloshing sound as before- you’re so close. “Cum f’me, princess, wet my cock.” He growls, his thrusts becoming sloppy, impaling you down onto his dick.

“Fuck ‘m gonna…” your breath is heaving “I’m gonna cum,ohmygodfuckfuck!!” You scream out, fingers swirling over your clit in rapid movements to drive you over the edge. A sob wracks through your body and with a silent cry of his name you cum.

It’s a violent gush of clear liquid, spraying out of your cunt and flowing down his cock, covering his pelvis and even dripping onto the carpeted floor. When he feels it, head snapping down to watch your cum flow out of you, your hand still moving frantically against your clit and spraying your cum around- he breaks.

He cums deep inside you. You can feel every thick rope paint your insides. You both let out strangled moans, the feeling of cumming deep inside your warm cunt is a heavenly feeling that has Choi Su-bong’s eyes rolling into the back of his head.

He thrusts you two lazily through your orgasms, each push of his cock into your cunt forces globs of his cum out and around his length. He slows to a hault, his hands moving up to wrap around your back pulling you flush to his chest.

He slowly backs up and when the back of his knees hit your couch, he sits back down. You both moan at the movement, his softening dick thrusting back up into your over sensitive pussy. “Shhh I know…” he says, shushing you, hands reaching up to brush back your messy hair.

“Did so good f’me.” He coos, smiling up at you. You’re still in a haze, leaning into his hands and nodding. “Fucked you stupid, did I? You can still speak can’t you?” He jokes, you laugh, swatting weakly at his chest. “Made me squirt twice…and I didn’t even know I could do that…so yeah I’m a lil tired, sue me.” You bite back playfully.

He lets out a loud laugh, hands dropping down to your hips. “There she is….there’s the bratty lil producer I know.” He says with a grin, you roll your eyes in response. “Well we’re gonna see if we can make it at least 6 times.”

Your eyes shoot open, “W-what?!” You asked incredulously. He smirks hands beginning to massage your hips.

“Another thing about that lil pill I gave you…” he says, his eyes looking down to where you two meet, it’s a mess of his and your cum, a delicious sight, “it also helps with stamina.” He says, his thumb brushing over your clit.

And you realize he’s right, with that one touch your body is ignited again, your hips starting grind against him- proving he’s right. You’re ready to go again.

This was gonna be a long night.

hiiiii lovelies!! I hope you enjoyed this lil one-shot. I literally just had my mind FIXATED on gettin’ fucked up and fucked by this man 😩

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