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temporary fix ★ choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: thanos is your best friend and roommate and he frustrates you to no end and after one particulary hard day, truths come out. ・❥・word count: 2.6k ・❥・warnings: 18+. mdni. shower sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, a little overstimulation. mentions of drugs. swearing. ・❥・authors note: ok i'm back, maybe. ive been having a little writers block so im hoping this helped me work through it. i was too scared to proofread it back so im sorry for any mistakes 😭

“I thought I told you to stop leaving your towels on the bathroom floor!”

“I didn’t.”

“Subong, it’s right there!”

An exasperated sigh left your lips, your fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. Living with this man was a nightmare. He was the messiest person you knew. No matter how many times you told him something whether it was to put the toilet seat back down, pick his towels up or wash his dirty dishes, he just didn’t listen. It was like he wanted to make you mad and, knowing the type of person he was, it wouldn’t be a surprise. Anything Thanos could do to get on someone’s nerves, he’d do it happily. It was almost like he lived to make your life hell. Why on Earth you’d agreed to let him live with you, you couldn’t remember. So what if he was your best friend, he was a complete and utter menace to live with.

The only times when he actually did listen to you were the days after the two of you hooked up. It had all started after an argument where you, once again, had to tell him to stop leaving his clothes lying around the place. It had blown way out of proportion, the two of you both yelling and, at one point, Thanos had got so frustrated with you that he’d kissed you to shut you up. It escalated from there. Clothes had been pulled off, he had you up against the wall, legs wrapped around him as he fucked you with a fiery passion. After that, it had been a regular occurrence. Neither of you ever really talked about it, it just happened. After it did, he’d be the perfect roommate – always cleaning up after himself, cooking you breakfast the next morning (more like making burnt toast but it still counted). He was like a whole other person, someone who actually gave a shit. It was like he was the Su-bong you’d known when you’d first met him, before the drugs had taken hold of him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I have to go. I’ve got a g-” He started to rattle off his excuse but you cut him off before he could.

“A gig, yeah, I know but that’s no excuse to be a messy slob,” you huffed, crouching down in front of him to pick the towel off the floor. When you glanced up, you noticed the smirk on his face, knowing exactly what smart ass comment was about to come out of his mouth.

“Maybe I can spare a few minutes if you’re getting down on your knees like that for me.”

“Shut. Up.” You hissed, hitting him with the towel when you got back to your feet. “Get out of my sight.”

Subong only chuckled, taking a puff of his vape and giving you a salute before he walked off leaving you to clean up after him like usual.

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The apartment was quiet without Subong around. The days he had gigs and was out late were some of your favourites because you didn’t have to deal with him or confront the myriad of feelings you were holding inside. Subong wasn’t the type of person you should fall for but you couldn’t help it. You knew him better than anyone else, knew the type of person he really was behind the facade he put up. When you’d first met him all those years ago, he’d been a broken boy, someone who just wanted attention and someone to care about him. You had been that person but as the years passed, he’d changed. His career had introduced him to the type of people you were usually told to avoid. That was when his drug addiction had started. The pressure of the fame and expectations that were thrust upon him in such a short amount of time was too much for him to handle. He went from a sweet, anxious boy to a loud, obnoxious, frustrating man. Underneath all that, he was still that man that you met years ago but it was rare he was vulnerable enough to show it. Those days after you hooked up were the only times you got glimpses of the real Subong. That was why your heart clung to him. It had only jolted into action and made you realise when you’d started sleeping with him. Never had you wanted to be that girl that caught feelings for the person you were casually hooking up with but unfortunately you were. He could never know. A relationship with him wouldn’t work out, not with the way he was these days. So, they’d have to be kept under lock and key.

Placing your empty glass of wine back down on the coffee table, you picked up the remote, turning the TV off and headed to the shower. You needed a clear head for when he came home and inevitably annoyed you again. You turned the shower on, letting the water heat up while you got undressed. Stepping inside, the warm water hitting your body, you instantly felt more at ease.

Too lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the front door slam shut, the water drowning out any and all noise. You didn’t even hear when Subong called out your name, your eyes closed as you relaxed under the water. It was only when you finally opened your eyes and saw his purple head of hair through the fog of the shower glass did you realise he was home. Before you could utter a single word, he was pulling his shirt off, followed by his jeans and boxers and stepping into the shower. There wasn’t a chance to get a word in as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his body and claiming your mouth with his. It took you by surprise but you soon melted into it as his lips moved furiously against yours, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips begging for entrance. He nipped at your lower lip causing you to gasp and that was the opportunity he took to slide his tongue into your mouth. One of his hands tangled in your wet hair, angling your head so he could kiss you better. It was all consuming, every nerve in your body lighting up as he claimed your mouth.

When he finally pulled away, his lips trailed along your jaw, down to your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there. His hand slid down your back, resting on the small of it to press you flush against him as the water cascaded over both of you.

“Rough night?” You managed to ask slightly breathless, one of your hands coming up to tangle in his hair now.

“Don’t wanna talk,” he mumbled against your neck. He bit down lightly, his tongue darting out to soothe the skin, leaving a trail of hickeys along the side of your neck and collarbones.

He was swift in his movements as he pressed hot, open mouthed kisses along your chest, across the top of your breasts. He took one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. It caused you to arch into him, your fingers tightening in his hair as you held him against you. A breathy sigh escaped your lips as he moved on to your other breast, making sure to leave a hickey there, too. Once he was done there, he moved down onto his knees, his lips pressing across your stomach until they reached the apex of your thighs. You watched with hooded eyes as he pressed a light kiss to the top of where you needed him most.

“Subong, please,” you said breathlessly. The teasing was driving you insane.

His tongue licked a long stripe along your slit, a deep moan coming from him as he tasted how wet you were for him – it had nothing to do with the water still falling on you both. He did it again, this time his tongue found your clit, flicking it to bring out a moan from you. His lips wrapped around the sensitive bud and in turn you bucked your hips into his mouth. Needing, wanting, more. He swirled his tongue, alternating between licking along your folds and teasing your clit. It was too much but not enough at the same time. He was purposely trying to drive you crazy and it was working. He dipped his tongue inside you and you could feel your release barreling towards you but he pulled back, getting to his feet again.

“I want to feel you cum on my cock,” he whispered in his deep, gruff voice, tugging at your earlobe. “I need to feel you fucking squeezing the life out of me.”

He spun you around, your hands resting on the tiles, your ass facing him. His hands ran along your spin, teasingly until they reached your ass, giving it a light smack. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

He pressed down on the middle of your back, making you arch a little. His hips ground against you, his hard cock sliding between your folds, making him hiss. You were so wet, so ready for him. Grabbing the base of his cock, he positioned himself at your entrance, his free hand holding your hip, making you stay in place. Then, without warning, he thrust into you with one hard thrust to the hilt. You moaned loudly, Subong groaning as your walls enveloped him. God, this was exactly what he needed right now.

No time was wasted as he pulled back, leaving the tip in before thrusting back into you. His hands were gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises as he set a hard, fast pace. “You feel so good.”

You could feel every drag of his cock as he pistoned into you, your hands almost slipping down the wet tiles but he grabbed them, his hands holding yours against the wall as he kept thrusting into you. His chest pressed against your back, his breath heavy against your ear. His grunts and panting were sending you closer and closer to another mind blowing orgasm.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum,” you managed to say between moans but he didn’t let up. In fact, it only spurred him on, angling his hips to hit that special spot inside you. Within seconds, your second orgasm crashed over you. Immediately, Subong wrapped an arm around your stomach to hold you up, never relenting in his movements. He fucked you through your orgasm, his name falling from your lips loudly in what could only be described as Subong’s favourite sound.

With your head foggy from yet another release, you didn’t realise that he’d pulled out, moving you around so you were pressed up against the steamed up glass of the shower. He grabbed your thighs, wrapping your legs around him and slammed back into you. His lips found yours again, swallowing the high pitched moan you let out as his tongue danced with yours. He slowed his hips down only for a brief moment just to speed right back up.

“Come on,” he panted against your lips. “I know you’ve got another one in you.”

His fingers found your clit, circling it in time with his frenzied thrusts. The overstimulation was driving you insane, your body squirming. Subong watched, transfixed, as your breasts bounced with every brutal thrust. His movements were becoming erratic but he was determined to make you cum again before he even thought about his own release.

“Please, please,” you begged, the overstimulation almost bringing tears to your eyes. His thumb swiped over one of your sensitive nipples before moving up along your body to wrap around your neck. He squeezed slightly, only a little bit of pressure to try and throw you over the edge. He’d found out weeks ago that you loved the feeling of his hand around your throat and was using that to his advantage.

“Cum for me, senorita. Now.” He demanded with a harsh pant. He pressed down hard on your clit and that was all you could take. You screamed his name, your hips bucking wildly against his as your third orgasm washed over you. The feeling of your walls tightening around him was too much for him and with one more hard thrust, he stilled inside you, hips flush against yours as he came.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he filled you up. His hips thrust shallowly, making sure that his release stayed inside you, his body relaxing.

All that could be heard was his harsh pants and the sound of the water falling. Coming out of his dazed state, he reached a hand out to turn the water off. And, then, very reluctantly pulled out of you with a hiss. Grabbing a cloth, he cleaned you up then picked you up bridal style, carrying you to his bedroom. He made sure to grab a towel, wrapping it around you once you were in the comfort of his room.

Laying in the bed in silence, Subong took a hit of his vape, one of his arms resting behind his head as he passed it to you. Happily, you took it, tasting the blueberry flavour he so often favoured.

“...what happened?” You finally asked, handing the vape back to him.

“They didn’t fucking pay me. Said not enough people showed up for them to be able to. Fuckin’ bullshit if you ask me. They keep doing this shit. You’ve seen the crowds I get. They’re ripping me off,” he ranted.

“They don’t deserve you,” you said softly, turning on your side to look at him, propping your head up with your hand.

“Nah, they probably realised I’m a piece of shit like everyone else does.”

“You’re not a piece of shit.”

He gave a hollow, self deprecating laugh. “Yeah, I am. Don’t kid yourself.”

“Do you really think I’d be in love with a piece of shit?” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them, your eyes widening in realisation.

He looked at you with equally wide eyes then shook his head. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, I do.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Well, I do so for once in your life just accept that someone does actually love and care for you. I don’t even care if you don’t feel the same but I’m sick and tired of you acting like you don’t deserve it,” you sat up now, slightly frustrated at him that he was trying to deny your feelings.

He sat up too, narrowing his eyes at you. The vape had now been forgotten, resting on his bedside table. “Who the fuck said I don’t feel the same? Why the fuck do you think I cook you breakfast and get on your nerves all the time?”

“You make me breakfast because you got laid and you get on my nerves because… that’s who you are,” you raised a brow at the puzzled look on his face.

“...you really think I make you breakfast just because we fucked? I ain’t never cooked for anyone other than you. And, I get on your nerves because it’s hot when you’re mad at me. Of course I love you, dumbass. I’m not crazy. I just don’t know how to do this… so, that’s my way of showing it.”

“It’s a stupid way,” you huffed but curled into his side, Subong wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

He laughed. “Yeah, but you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

“I suppose not… but I would really like if you did start cleaning up after yourself more.”

“Didn’t I just do that in the shower?” He smirked at you, his fingers running over one of the hickeys he’d left on your neck.

All you did was roll your eyes but the smile on your face gave you away. He might not be the best guy in the world, he might not have the best ways of showing his feelings but you really wouldn’t have him any other way.

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