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you hadn’t been seeing your boyfriend lately due to his extremely tight schedule. everybody in thanos’ surrounding knew that he locked in once every blue moon, and when that happens, nobody dares bothering him. because when your boyfriend actually puts his mind to it, he tends to produce nice things.

that day, instead of going home directly, you decided to stop by the studio so you could say hi and leave to not bother him further. you had made one stop prior to that where you got some junk food and some snacks so you don’t walk in empty handed.

you walked through the dark hallways of the building looking for suit number 230 until you found it and knocked before walking in.

as soon as you walk in, he lifts his head up and raises both his eyebrows in surprise. he takes his headphones off, letting them rest around his neck, and walks towards you with a wide grin.

"look who’s here! my girl surprises me," he says, pulling you into a warm hug and giving you a quick, sweet peck on the lips.

you laugh softly, holding up the plastic bag. "i brought reinforcements."

"oo, you also got me food i see. come on, sit," he says, wrapping a heavy arm around your shoulder and walking you toward the rolling chair in front of the big screens on the table.

you look at the whole setup, completely mesmerized. it looks so cool in the dim light, the room illuminated mostly by the deep purple glow of the LED strip lights behind his desk and the bright waveforms on his monitors.

thanos starts looking through the bag like a curious cat, his eyes lighting up. "woah, you got me my fav."

"yeah, of course," you smile, leaning back slightly. "figured since you were here all day you’d be hungry."

"damn, you know me so well." he sets the bag aside on the edge of the desk, turning his attention right back to you.

you blink, looking from him to the food. "wait, you’re not going to eat?"

"food can wait," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes trail down to your lips. "i missed my girl."

before you can say anything else, he hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls you right onto his lap. your breath hitches as he leans in, closing the distance between you. the kiss starts off deep and needy, his lips sliding against yours with a hunger that tells you exactly how much he’s been craving you while trapped in this room.

the quiet studio fills with the wet, heavy sounds of your lips parting and meeting again. your fingers instinctively tangle into his hair, pulling him closer, while his large hand slides up and down your thigh, his touch scorching hot even through your pants. a soft whimper escapes the back of your throat, swallowed instantly by his mouth as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding past your teeth.

after a few intense minutes, you reluctantly pull your lips away, breathing heavily. "well... i don’t wanna distract you more. you should work."

you make a move to stand up, but his grip on your waist tightens instantly, anchoring you down.

"no," he murmurs against your jaw, pulling you right back into his lap. "you didn’t come all the way here to leave so early. and besides, we could just go home together." he slides his lips down to the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a lingering kiss there before whispering right into your ear, "and i could even spend the night there."

you giggle, the vibration of his voice tickling your skin. "okay, fine."

you adjust yourself on his thighs, staying comfortable on his lap while he puts his headphones back on over one ear so he can listen to both you and the audio. he goes back to clicking around the screen, working on his beats, and occasionally plays a loop out loud through the studio monitors.

"which one would work better for the transition? this one?" he asks, playing a heavy bassline, "or the lighter chord progression?"

"i don't know," you chuckle, shifting a bit. "they both sound good, but the first one has more energy."

"yeah? that's what i was thinking too," he says, turning his head to kiss your cheek.

but as you shift around to look at the screen, you feel something hard and rigid pressing directly against your thigh. you glance down, then look back up at him with a knowing smirk. "uhm... can i do something about it?"

thanos glances down at his lap, then back at you, shaking his head with a smirk. "nah, it’ll go away in a bit. i wanna keep the energy for later tonight."

"you sure?" you ask, leaning closer.

he raises an eyebrow, a challenged look entering his dark eyes. "do you wanna do something bout it?"

you nod immediately.

he lets out a low chuckle. "okay, show me then."

you carefully slide off his lap and drop down under the wide wooden desk, settling onto your knees in the small space between his legs. you reach up, your fingers working quickly to unbutton his baggy denim jorts. you slide the metal button loose and pull down the elastic waistband of his boxers just enough to free his length. it’s already thick, stretching out half-hard and pulsing slightly in the cool air of the room.

you wrap your fingers around the base, slowly stroking him up and down to get him harder. your eyes stay locked on his face from below the desk as you slide your hand up to the crown, watching his jaw clench. then, you lean in and part your lips, taking the tip into your warm, slick mouth.

the sudden heat makes him let out a sharp hiss. you suckle on the sensitive head, swirling your tongue around the edge in slow, deliberate circles before taking a bit more of him inside.

up above, thanos is completely losing his ability to focus on editing. his fingers hover over the keyboard, but his mind is completely blank. all he can feel is a heavy, pooling pit of intense pleasure forming deep in his lower stomach. his breath gets shallower, and he starts uncomfortably moving and shifting in his rolling chair, caught between the sheer overstimulation of your tongue and his desperate attempt to snap out of it. he tries to stare at the glowing monitor, pretending like nothing is happening, but his hands are shaking slightly on the desk.

by now, he has gotten so hard it’s almost painful. his shaft is rigid, fully engorged, and shiny beads of clear precum are starting to form right at the opening.

you glide your tongue over the very tip, catching the taste of his mildly sweet and salty precum. the direct contact on his most sensitive spot makes his brow furrow into a tight, strained frown, a low groan vibrating in his chest.

you pull out a few inches, the cool air hitting him as you look up and say, "well, that was hot."

the sound of your voice vibrates directly against his bare skin, sending an immediate, sharp wave of pleasure straight to his core. before he loses control completely, he quickly reaches down, tucks his hard cock back into his boxers, and pulls his jorts back up, though he doesn't bother to button them.

you chuckle from the floor, looking up at him mischievously. "wait, you were close. i could feel your balls tightening."

"i need to focus," he grunts, staring straight ahead at the screen, his chest rising and falling heavily.

you pout under the desk, resting your chin on his knee. but looking closer, because his jorts are still unbuttoned and hanging open, you can clearly see a dark, wet stain spreading through the gray fabric of his boxers right where he directly shoved his leaking tip back in.

you place your palm right over the wet cloth, feeling the intense heat radiating from him. "well, subongie... u wouldn’t want to cum in your pants, would u?"

that’s the breaking point. thanos grips the edge of the heavy desk and pushes his chair back, the wheels rolling him back a few feet and giving him a full, unobstructed view of you on your knees in front of him.

he stares down at you, his eyes dark with dark desire. "can’t you wait just for a bit until i’m done? then we can go home and u can make me cum as many times as you want?"

you simply shake your head, signaling a definite no.

he lets out a sharp, amused scoff, a smirk breaking through his serious expression. "are you in heat?"

you both laugh, the tension breaking for a fraction of a second. then, he stands up from the chair and extends a large hand down to you. you take it, letting him pull you up to your feet, but before your knees can even straighten completely, he pulls you flush against his chest and connects your lips in a fierce, heated kiss.

you moan directly into his mouth, the sound muffled by his lips. the sudden sound gives him an idea. keeping one hand wrapped tightly around your waist, he reaches out with his other hand and blindly hits the hotkey for 'record' on his audio interface software. the little red light on the screen starts blinking, capturing every sound in the quiet room.

he backs you up against the edge of the large desk, his hands gripping your hips as he lifts you up to sit on the smooth wood. he steps in close, positioning himself right between your open legs as the kiss grows hungrier.

his large hand slips under the hem of your shirt, the heat of his palm tracing up your ribs before he quickly pulls the fabric up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor. the cool air of the studio hits your bare skin, leaving you sitting there in just your bra, your skin breaking out in goosebumps.

he doesn't give you time to think, dropping his lips to your jaw and kissing his way down the column of your neck, leaving wet trails all the way down to your chest. your fingers run wildly through his hair, gripping the strands as a loud whimper escapes your lips.

thanos pulls back just an inch, his dark eyes locking onto yours as he whispers, "make some sound for me, baby."

he reaches down to unbutton your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your shoes until they drop to the floor. his eyes drop to your underwear, noticing the prominent, damp patch clinging to your heat.

he lets out a low growl. "wow... you got this wet just from giving me head?"

you chuckle breathlessly, your face flushing. "yes."

eager to feel him, you reach down for his unbuttoned jorts, tugging them down past his hips. you try to pull his boxers down at the same time, struggling slightly because your lips are still locked together in a messy kiss, but you manage to free his fully hard, throbbing cock.

thanos doesn't waste another second. he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, pushing the fabric completely to the side to expose you. he guides himself forward, placing the slick, hot tip right against your aching entrance, but he doesn't push inside yet.

as he continues to kiss you deeply, your hips twitch. you try to tilt your pelvis, trying to position your pussy so he can finally slide into you, but he holds his ground, teasing you at the opening.

losing your patience, you break the kiss, your chest heaving as you look him dead in the eye. "just fucking fuck me!"

he blinks, a dark smirk spreading across his face. "woah, okay."

with a heavy thrust, he inserts his entire length inside you in one smooth, deep motion. your eyes widen and your head flies back as a loud, high-pitched moan echoes through the studio.

he starts moving immediately, his pace hard and unforgiving against the edge of the desk. the wood creaks slightly beneath you with every heavy, rhythmic thrust. you’re groaning and whimpering so loudly that the sound bounces off the soundproofed walls.

sensing how loud it’s getting, thanos suddenly slaps his large palm right over your mouth, muffling your next cry into his hand. "shh... do you want people to hear us, hm?"

you shake yor head quickly against his palm, your eyes wide, but the friction is entirely too good. your internal walls are squeezing him so tightly that he can't even keep his hand over your mouth anymore; instead, he pulls it away and starts completely swallowing your loud moans with deep, wet, bruising kisses, his tongue tangling with yours to muffle the sound.

instinctively, you lift your legs, wrapping them tightly around his thick waist to pull him even deeper inside you. the sudden change in angle and tightness is the exact proof he needs to know you’re right on the edge of cumming.

"fuck me harder," you gasp out against his lips, your voice trembling. "i'm so close..."

hearing those words makes his dick twitch violently inside your wet, clamping walls. his grip on your hips tightens until his knuckles turn white. reaching down between your bodies, he presses his thumb directly against your swollen clit, rubbing it in fast, heavy circles while he continues to drive into you.

the dual stimulation is too much. you dig your nails right through the fabric of his shirt, burying your face deeply into his broad shoulder as your entire body goes rigid. you can feel your internal walls clenching repeatedly around him in a tight, pulsing orgasm.

thanos feels the intense contractions gripping his shaft, pushing him entirely over the edge. his breathing turns into ragged, heavy gasps. "breathe, les... say my name, señorita," he growls against your ear.

"thanos... i'm cuming," you sob out, biting your own lip hard to muffle the loud, shattering moans as the climax waves through you, but the muffled, breathless sound only makes the air in the room hotter.

with a few final, deep thrusts, thanos lets out a low, guttural groan into the crook of your neck, his body shuddering as he cums deep inside you, filling you completely while the red recording light on the monitor continues to blink quietly in the dim purple light.

α few months later, the morning sun was creeping through the blinds of your bedroom, casting long stripes of light across the sheets. you blinked your eyes open, yawning as you reached out across the mattress, only to find thanos’ side completely empty and cold.

you sighed, rubbing your face, and grabbed your phone off the nightstand to check the time. out of habit, you opened tiktok to mindlessly scroll for a few minutes before getting up.

but the second your feed loaded, your heart dropped.

your entire phone was flooded with edits, screenshots, and frantic text videos all talking about one thing: a massive scandal involving your man. thanos had just dropped a surprise track at midnight, a pre-release teaser to build hype before announcing his official album drop date. he had been weirdly secretive about it for weeks, completely refusing to let you hear even a snippet of it, which was unusual for him. now you knew why.

the comments were losing their minds. “who is that in the background??” “thanos who is she??” “the moans at the beginning of the song are so loud wtf.”

your stomach twisted into a tight knot of irritation. female moans? an extremely explicit track? you felt a sudden wave of heat rush to your face as panic and anger started to mix. who the hell did he bring into the studio? was this why he wouldn’t show you the song? was he actually cheating on you this whole time?

you closed tiktok immediately, your fingers trembling slightly as you opened spotify and typed the new song title into the search bar. you pressed play, holding the phone close to your ear, your breath catching in your throat as the heavy bass started to intro.

and then, right before the beat dropped, the audio played a crystal-clear, high-pitched, breathless whimper, followed by a loud, completely uninhibited moan that echoed right through your speakers.

your jaw dropped. you froze, the blood running cold in your veins before rushing straight back to your face in a burning blush.

it was you.

it was your own voice. it was the exact, shattering sound you had made against the studio desk a few months ago when he hit the record button without you knowing.

you were absolutely flabbergasted. your brain completely short-circuited for a solid three seconds before you screamed at the top of your lungs, throwing your phone hard onto the mattress.

"SUBONG!" you shrieked, throwing the blankets off your legs and scrambling out of bed.

you marched out of the bedroom, your chest heaving with pure, unadulterated rage as you looked for this absolute bastard. you stomped down the hallway and rounded the corner into the kitchen, finding him standing by the counter. he was staring down at his phone with a huge, stupid grin on his face, literally giggling at the internet chaos he had just created.

he heard your heavy footsteps and looked up, his expression softening into a relaxed smile. "hey baby, good morning—"

before he could even finish his sentence, you marched right up to him and slapped his arm hard.

thanos winced, stumbling back a step as his coffee sloshed slightly in the mug. he looked at you, completely startled and wide-eyed, his inner tings taking over as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "what the fuck??? what was that for?"

"you put my moans in your song??!!" you yelled, your voice cracking slightly from the sheer shock of it all. "are you completely insane? that is supposed to be private! that’s supposed to be between us!"

thanos blinked, the confusion on his face instantly melting away into an amused, proud smirk. he set his coffee mug down on the counter and took a step toward you, entirely unfazed by your anger.

"it was a surprise," he said, his voice smooth and completely casual. "and besides, nobody even knows it’s you, baby. you’re officially gonna be featured on my album!"

"that’s really not fucking funny, aubong!" you snapped, pushing his chest as he tried to get closer. you threw your hands up in the air, your face burning red. "it’s embarrassing as fuck! my voice is literally charting on spotify right now while people are talking about how explicit it is!"

seeing how genuinely worked up you were, thanos softened his expression. he stepped into your space, ignoring your weak shoves, and wrapped his heavy, warm arms tightly around your waist, pulling your back against his chest to anchor you. he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, his broad frame completely enveloping yours to calm you down.

"let me go, i'm literally so mad at you," you muttered, though you didn't have the energy to actually fight his grip.

"listen to me," he murmured against your skin, his deep voice vibrating right through your back. he started slowly swaying you side to side, using that low, smooth tone he knew always worked on you. "breath for a second. nobody knows it's you. to the world, it's just a random vocal sample. but to me? i get to listen to my favorite sound whenever i'm on tour."

he pulled back just enough to turn you around in his arms so you were facing him. his dark eyes locked onto yours, a wicked, teasing glint in them as he leaned down closer to your face, exerting his full charm to manipulate you out of your bad mood.

"and honestly? you sounded really hot," he whispered, his thumb gently wiping a stray hair from your forehead. "do you know how many girls would be jealous of you right now if they knew you were the one riding the beat?"

a small, involuntary chuckle escaped your lips before you could stop it, your defenses instantly crumbling against your will. you quickly bit your inside cheek, trying to force the smile off your face. "you are literally awful. you can't just smooth-talk your way out of this."

"see? you're laughing," he grinned, his dimples showing as he squeezed your waist. "that means you like it."

"i still hate you!" you yelled, slapping his chest again, though there was no force behind it this time. "you're a menace. you should have asked me first!"

step-father sangwoo who pulled you into a hug the first time he introduced himself. his hands snaked down to your waist, touch lingering for longer than what could be considered appropriate.

step-father sangwoo who’s so generous to offer you rides everywhere. to your work, to your hangouts with friends. he just wants to make sure you’re getting there safe. it’s his job to take care of you after all, he’s your dad.

step-father sangwoo who’s intrusive with his questions. what coworkers are on with you today? any of them males? what about your friends then? do you think any of them have a crush on you? have you ever had a crush on any of them?

step-father sangwoo who encourages openness and honesty with him. he doesn’t want there to be an awkward barrier about these things; you can talk to him about boys and sex, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. he just wants to know you’re safe. so, have you done it yet?

step-father sangwoo who hovers too close for comfort when he’s around you in the house. his palms ghost over your curves. he brushes against you in inappropriate places far too often for it to be mistakes. and when someone else enters the room, he’s gone.

step-father sangwoo who spends time with you alone in your room, early in the morning and late into the night. it’s almost like he doesn’t want you leaving to see anyone other than him. you don’t mind all that much, you two get on very well. he knows you like a book (your diary: that he most definitely read) front to back.

step-father sangwoo who doesn’t believe in privacy. he’s very strict on keeping doors unlocked. what if there’s an emergency? but there usually isn’t, when he barges into your room while you’re still clad in a towel after a shower.

step-father sangwoo who’s bitterly cold, after he peered over your shoulder to catch you dirty-talking with a boy over text. his disapproval is palpable, so you fess up to him.

step-father sangwoo who believes that boys your age think with nothing but their dicks. they wouldn’t treat you any good. what do you need them for? you have your dad.

step-father sangwoo who’s behaving with a newfound strictness. i’m picking you up no later than 7pm. i’ll need to meet your friend’s parents. if boys are going, you’re staying home. he’s protective like you’re a kid, like you’re not grown enough to know what’s good for you.

step-father sangwoo who’s touchier than before. this time, he doesn’t hide his intent. he grabs your wrist when you try walking away while he’s scolding you for not calling him back quick enough. he pinches your chin and makes you look him in the eye when he’s warning you about staying out too late. he slides his hand onto your thigh while you’re riding passenger in his car on the way to a hang-out with your friends, telling you he’ll miss you while you’re gone.

step-father sangwoo who finds out you betrayed his trust and snuck around with a boy. he caved to a gut feeling and searched through your phone. it didn’t occur to you that he’d know your passcode. don’t you remember how much he hates locks? he made it clear you could tell him anything.

step-father sangwoo who corners you in your room. his voice is still as he confronts you, but his eyes are clouded over. there’s something dark flickering in them.

“was it worth it? did he get you off?”

step-father sangwoo who holds you by both sides of your face, making you stare him in the eye as you meekly admit you didn’t cum in your little secret encounter.

step-father sangwoo who balls your hair in a fist, cranes your head back, and kisses you with a bruising force. he parts your lips with his tongue as it roughly delves into your mouth. he’s kissing you like a starved man. he’s kissing you like he’s not your dad.

step-father sangwoo who shows you how a real man fucks. he goes down on you and you cum on his mouth. he curls his fingers in you and you cum again. and by the time he pulls his own pants down, you’re a blabbering mess, tears clumped in your lashes as he slams his hips into yours and fucks you right into another orgasm.

step-father sangwoo, who’s really not just your step-father anymore. he still drives you everywhere, but he slides one hand under your panties while the other sits on the steering wheel. you still hang-out with your friends, but he keeps you thinking of him by messaging you how lonely he is without you, how he can’t wait to fuck you once you’re back home.

The only thing you could do to keep yourself from falling into a pit of despair was focus on helping the people who needed it. Those who had managed to injure themselves whether it was in a game or in one of the many fights that seemed to happen around you. That gave you a purpose, a reason to shut your mind off and rely on what you knew. The limited resources hindered you a lot but you were creative, you could make use of just about anything. So far, there hadn’t been anything too serious. A few cuts, a sprained ankle, maybe even a concussion. Those were easy to treat. Easy but a distraction for your addled mind.

“There’s a fight in the bathroom,” you heard one of the guards saying, a few of them rushing in that direction.

Good. That would be a very welcome distraction right now as you looked around at the dwindled number of contestants left.

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Subong had MG Coin pinned under him, his hands wrapped around his throat as he tried to drain the life out of him. It was all he’d wanted to do since the moment he had laid eyes on him in this place. That fucker had screwed him out of all of his money, leaving him in so much debt that had ruined his life. Sure, it wouldn’t help get his money back but it would feel so good. What Subong hadn’t realised was that the man beneath him had swiped one of the forks they’d got with their dinner earlier. The fighting around them was loud but Subong wasn’t paying it any attention, solely focused on the man he hated more than anything in the world. He didn’t even hear it when the guards came rushing in breaking things up.

He did feel when Myunggi drove the fork into his shoulder, letting out a loud yelp. Before he could even register what was happening, he was pulled up to his feet by his collar, a guard basically dragging him back into the main room. The fork was pulled from his shoulder without a care in the world from the guard, a wince of pain shooting through Subong, his hand automatically moving to cover the wound.

He scanned the room, eyes landing on the one person he knew would be able to help him. You.

Subong had taken an instant liking to you. Maybe it was how vulnerable you seemed to be – something he had lost a long time ago. Seeing how caring you were, how you seemed to put others before yourself, that was something he admired even if he would never say it out loud. At any opportunity he could, he would find himself seeking you out. Of course, he couldn’t help himself and ended up flirting with you at every opening. You never seemed to mind. He was pretty sure he’d caught you blushing a few times. Long strides took him to you. He cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Senorita,” he winced as pain shot through his shoulder. “Could do with a bit of your magic touch here.”

Your eyes shot up to him. “Sit.”

He obeyed immediately, sitting down on the bunk next to you. Finally, he removed his hand from where he’d been stabbed, his palm covered in blood. “Well, shit, that ain’t good.”

“What happened?” You questioned. Without you even having to ask him, he removed his jacket so you could get a better look at the wound. You carefully examined it, your fingers pressing around the wound to see where it was tender. Using some toilet paper you’d swiped from the bathroom earlier, you wiped away some of the blood. “Can you rip a bit of your shirt off so I can tie it around to stop the bleeding?”

He hesitated for a moment but it didn’t last too long as he ripped off a scrap of fabric from the shirt. It was flimsy material, coming away easily. He handed it to you, watching as you got to work wrapping it around his arm. “MG Fucker stabbed me with a fork. Barely missed my throat. Could’ve been a goner.”

He was laying it on thick which only caused you to smile, your fingers working to tighten the fabric around his arm, hoping that it would help. There wasn’t much you could really do but staunching the bleeding would help a lot. Hopefully it would only be another day or two before you got out of here. “Mhm, I’m sure. Just be careful, okay?”

“Aww, look at you, caring about me and shit. So sweet,” he grinned, trying his best to put on a brave face even if his shoulder was killing him.

“Take it easy for the rest of the night, okay? No more fights.”

“Whatever you say, Senorita.”

“I mean it, Subong. I’ll be watching you.”

“I’ll make sure to be extra sexy then just for you.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling away to see you’d managed to cover the wound. “There’s not much else I can do for you now but if you can, try and wash it in the morning. If it’s still bleeding, come back and see me.”

“I owe you one, Doc.”

“Nurse.”

“Yeah, yeah. Still owe you one either way.”

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As night fell, you could hear your fellow contestants snoring or even talking in their sleep but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t close your eyes. After an hour (or so you guessed; time in this place was funny) of tossing and turning, you gave up. A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you stared up at the bunk above you. It was so baffling to you how easily people could sleep in a place like this but people dealt with things differently. When you had nothing to occupy your mind, all the events you’d witnessed over the last few days ran through your mind. It was a real life horror story, one where your life was on the line. Tomorrow could be your last day for all you knew.

“Psst, Senorita, you awake?” A familiar voice whispered. You turned your head to see Subong crouching beside your bed. “Budge up, let me in.”

You shuffled up in the small bed, giving him room to slide in. He pulled the blankets back over you both, settling in beside you. “What’re you doing?”

“Couldn’t sleep and I figured you couldn’t either so… why not not sleep together?” There was a mischievous glint in his eye, accompanied by his hand slowly sliding up your thigh. 

“Again, what are you doing?” You whispered, biting at your bottom lip. During the night, you opted to sleep in your underwear and the shirt they gave you so he had full access to your lower half much to his delight.

“I said I owe you one, remember? And, you seem like you could use a distraction,” he hand slid higher and higher, fingers skimming over the fabric of your panties. “So, you can tell me to stop or I can keep going.”

It had been a while and little distraction would stop your mind from falling into dark thoughts so you nodded. That was all the permission he needed. His fingers ran along your panties. Slowly, tortuously. You bit your lower lip, focusing on the sensation of his teasing fingers. It felt nice. You could already feel yourself getting turned on. “Keep going.”

“That’s what I like to hear, Senorita,” he whispered in your ear, his lips finding their place against the skin of your neck, peppering it with open mouthed kisses while his fingers teased you through panties. “Gonna get you nice and wet for me. Repay you for being real kind to me.”

You felt his teeth nip at your neck, an involuntary moan passing your lips. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was working. When he was sure he had teased you enough, he used his fingers to push your panties to the side, running one of his long fingers along your slit. He rubbed his fingers up and down, gathering your slick as his thumb found your clit. He added the slightest bit of pressure as he began to rub slow, lazy circles against the sensitive bud. When he heard you gasp, he increased his pace, his fingers moving faster.

“You like that, baby? Yeah, you do,” he nipped at your neck. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

Your hips bucked up into his hand craving more. He was playing you like a fiddle, pulling all your strings taut but never giving you what you wanted. You whimpered. “Your fingers. Please.”

“That’s a good girl,” he claimed your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth. His fingers slid lower until they were at your entrance. He didn’t dive in straight away. He circled you, teasing you, dipping just the tip of his finger inside and pulling it back out to run up along your folds. He repeated the motion until you were a begging mess. That’s when he caved, easing a finger inside of you with ease. He pumped it slowly at first just to torture you before he joined it with a second one.

“Look at you,” he whispered gruffly in your ear. “Begging me to fuck you with my fingers surrounded by all these people. Such a dirty girl.”

He thrust his fingers faster, all the while his thumb was still playing with your clit. He couldn’t help himself, the way your face contorted, the breathy, quiet moans leaving your lips was fueling him. He loved to tease, to bring you to the edge. When he felt your walls clamping down around his fingers, he’d slow down, easing up then pick it back up, never letting you feel your sweet release. “Nuh-uh. Not yet. You can cum when I say so. You look so pretty right now. All flushed and frustrated. Bet you wish it was my cock inside you, don’t you?”

A curl of his fingers had you seeing stars, your fingers gripping the sheet below you. “Yes!”

“Don’t worry, Senorita. When we get out of here, I’ll make sure to fuck you so good you won’t even remember this place. You’ll only ever be able to think of me.”

He was done teasing now, his own arousal becoming too hard to ignore. His pants tightened, his cock rock hard as he pressed against you. He was a man on a mission now. He had to see you finish, had to feel you lose control. He sped up his fingers, plunging into you as hard as he could, curling his fingers inside you with each thrust. You felt it, your release approaching yet again.

“Please, please,” you babbled.

“Shh, Senorita, you wouldn’t want anyone to find out what a naughty little nurse you really are, would you?” He said, teasingly nipping at your lower lip. “But, since you asked so nicely, cum for me.”

That was all the permission you needed. Your hips met the thrust of his fingers, the pad of his thumb against your clit sending you over the edge. Your eyes squeezed shut, one of your hands moving to cover the moan you made as you came all over his fingers. He slowed his movements as he worked you through it, a smirk on his face as he watched you lose control.

“Fuck,” you breathed out heavily, chest rising and falling. 

“You’re welcome,” he smirked, pulling his fingers from you. Subong being Subong made a show of licking his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. 

“I didn’t say thank you.”

“Nah but you wanted to.”

You rolled your eyes at him, finally feeling that familiar pull of sleep now that some of the tension had been eased. “Stay?”

He hesitated for a brief moment before nodding, settling in beside you. He loosely wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him. “Sure.” There was a pause before he spoke again. “I meant it, by the way. We get out of here and I’m fucking you until you can’t remember a dman thing about this shithole.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

When Nam-Gyu introduced you to each other, it was at club pentagon. And as soon as Thanos heard about his ‘hot friend’ he was sold.

Being Thanos he tried it on with you, only for you to bite back. That was the moment he realised you were different.

You didn’t fall for the tattoos, the flirting, the way he’d shamelessly place his hand on your waist, or the dangerous side of him.

You fell for the Thanos that stole your food and called you a bitch for taking it out his hand claiming you were starving him.

The Thanos who called you dramatic for crying about a bad day, but his arm still brought you in for a hug anyway.

The Thanos who swore he’d never go soft, the one who provoked you until you wanted to scream, was the same Thanos walking up to your apartment door, holding takeout bags like he hadn’t just crashed into your evening.

He knew where you kept the spare emergency key, it wasn’t exactly that much of a hidden spot.

You should have known he was prone to showing up unannounced, this was the kind of time when you wished your bedroom lock worked.

He walked in, the sound of the keys in the door wasn’t the thing that scared you, you already guessed who it was from the muttered ‘fuck’ when the lock wasn’t co-operating.

What scared you was the fact that you were fresh out the shower, hair still damp, drying off when you heard him.

“Ya, senorita, i bought food” he spoke when he saw you weren’t in the living room, assuming you were in your bedroom.

You hadn’t even picked out clothes yet when you heard him, scrambling to wrap the towel around yourself again that was perhaps a bit of a risky move considering it wasn’t the largest towel.

“Okay, gimme a minute, stay there” you yelled out to him, the towel only just about covering your centre, the majority of your thighs being on show.

Upon hearing this Thanos placed the bags on the coffee table, making his way to your bedroom, obviously ignoring your words.

When he walked in he was greeted at the sight of you in a short towel, skin glistening from post shower and that vanilla body lotion you wore.

He didn’t seem phased by it, just smirked upon seeing your flushed face, “Thanos get out” you barked at him embarrassed though it was no use, it was Thanos of course he wasn’t just gonna say sorry and walk out.

“Chill its nothing I haven’t seen before” he told you, although the way the top of your breasts were peeking out of the skimpy towel was a sight he wasnt expecting to have such an effect on him.

You looked at him bewildered, “what are you talking about?” You spoke, eyebrows furrowing slightly, clearly confused and frankly a little worried.

His grin only widened, “we’ve been swimming together before senorita” he retorted, still not making any effort of leaving, instead opting to lean against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest like he belonged there.

You should’ve figured out what he meant. Your lips parted in response before he continued, “stop being a baby I’ll get out. Nice bra” he pointed towards the one idle on your bed.

Flustered, you ushered him out, “suck my dick” you exclaimed, before he shut the door, his quiet snickers following him, as if the situation was humorous to him.

You got over yourself, quickly getting changed, slightly annoyed at him barging in, but also half hoping he didn’t hate what he saw. Not that he saw that much anyway.

Once you left the room he had gotten the bags out, already having plated up both your guys’ food, yours untouched on the table in front of the couch.

“Stop eating so messily on my couch. Did you steal the last of my favourite drink?” You interrogated once you saw the familiar soda logo being half covered by his tattooed fingers.

He looked up at you sheepishly, but made no attempt at hiding the fact, “I was thirsty”

He shot back, defensive, his eyes shifting down to the the oversized t shirt you were wearing that was almost longer than the shorts you had paired it with.

You moved to sit on the couch, trying to take the drink back from him even though he had practically downed half of it already, “give it me”

“No, you’re such a bitch” Thanos argued like a toddler, moving the drink further away from you so you would have to lean on top of him to get it.

But you weren’t falling for that. He snickered once more when he got his way, you sitting back against the couch in defeat, eating your food.

“You could thank me for the food y’know, i spent money on that” he mockingly stated, earning a side look from you, tucking your legs up on the sofa, the shorts exposing more of the skin on your thighs, not that he would ever complain about that.

“Say thank you Thanos” he taunted, eyes practically glistening with mischief, dimples flaunting on show.

You gave him another pointed look but truly you weren’t in the mood to argue with his antics today.

“Thank you Thanos” you murmured, your own voice laced with you own mockingly sultry voice, he’d be lying if he said the sound of it didn’t make him have to adjust himself in order to get comfortable again.

“Eat your food” he ushered, attempting to ignore the way your lips looked wrapped around the straw of your drink, as if you knew the turmoil going on in his mind.

You turned your head toward whatever channel he had turned on your tv, grabbing the blanket that lay over the armrest to cover your legs with.

Thanos saw the motion, his eyes drifting from your face to your now covered thighs, “you cold?” He muttered out, taking another sip of the soda almost cruelly.

You just nodded towards him before turning back to your own food, secretly admiring the way he knew all your favourite foods and how you liked to eat them.

“Should’ve worn something warmer then” he added, causing you to look back at him unamused.

The mans expression didn’t change when your eyes met, instead he wordlessly wrapped his arm around your shoulder, grip more gentle compared to what he’d use on anyone else, not that you would know.

He brought you closer to him, sharing his body heat with you, which you would have appreciated if it wasn’t for the fact his hand resting over your shoulder was dangerously close to your breast, and your bare thigh was pressed against the material of his sweatpants.

He’d always had this effect on you. Whether you liked it or not, you could ignore all the teasing and flirting until his hands touched you, even in the most minute, innocent way.

Although nothing was ever innocent with Thanos, nor would it ever be.

“Why you nervous for?” He revelled in the way you tried not to look away from the tv screen, and the way he could slightly feel the small change in your breath.

You felt nervous under his gaze all of a sudden, forcing out a small, “what do you mean?” As if you didn’t understand what he was talking about.

To be fair to you however, you didn’t understand why you were feeling this way after so long.

It was a feeling you had been off holding and putting aside for quite some time now.

It was only a matter of time before the words spilled out of your throat like venom.

“You’re doing that hand thing” he motioned towards the way your hands subtly fidgeted in a subconscious yet comforting manner.

But right now, after his observation that you were quite shocked he even noticed before you did, it felt anything but comforting.

You force yourself to meet his gaze, for maybe a second too long before his eyes drifted to the flush on your cheeks, “I’m not doing anything” you defended

He lounges like he’s perfectly at ease, but you can tell he knows exactly what he’s doing by letting his gaze linger.

His smirk only deepened when you shifted in your seat, like he clocked every nervous flicker you thought you were hiding.

You swallowed harder than you meant to when Thanos leaned a little too close his gaze never once wavering.

That was until his hand around you went up to the top of your hair, tugging it gently, forcing you to look back at the tv screen, making you blink both flustered, embarrassed and slightly aroused at the motion.

You realised, perhaps too late, that you were the one cornered now. The same stare you felt from him that once made you roll your eyes now was making your stomach twist, heat curling low as you try and desperately remember how to breathe.

His hand didn’t leave your hair though, although the grip on it loosened, you were still under his grasp.

“Prove you’re not into me” he dared you, his eyes boring into the way your hair looked under his fingers, the way that your lips looked so pretty to him all of a sudden.

It was only that moment that you realised you haven’t spoke for a while. That was odd between the two of you considering you always had something to bite back with at his words.

But maybe that was why he figured out the effect he was having on you. You turn your head around despite his grip to respond, lips parted slightly until you noticed just how close he was leaning into you.

He looked at you, took his time with it too. His head tilted like he was memorising the way you were flustered beneath him, a rare sight compared to your pissed off attitude you tended to give him most of the time.

Thanos didn’t waste a moment more. His lips smashed into yours like he wanted to savour the taste of you, tattooed fingers bringing you closer to him.

Your first natural reaction was to kiss back, your lips moving against his, although he was a lot more rough, desperate for it, whilst you were more preserved, held back by an invisible force.

He pulled back, victorious, mocking, shit eating grin on his face, until you spoke up, lips slightly swollen, “i thought i was the one meant to prove I’m not into you?”

His grin dropped slightly at that, face still close to yours as if challenging you to continue what he started, “you think you’re so smart baby”

You didn’t know where you got the confidence from, but you certainly weren’t cold anymore.

You smiled back at him innocently pushing him back against the couch until his hand uncurled from your hair.

He leaned back letting you straddle his torso until your lips tried to go to his neck, he immediately tangles his hand in your hair agin, pulling you up to his face,

“Nuh uh, you don’t get to have the upper hand here” he spoke, voice deep as he felt his pants tighten more at the sight of your grin dropping, the way your lips were swollen from him.

“Just wanted to be of use” you spoke, pouting slightly to try and get your way, seeing his cold exterior falter more.

Thanos’s hand moved from your hair to your cheeks, cupping them one hand, squishing them together slightly,

“You wanna be of use, you can get on your knees baby, or would you rather sit on it first?”

It wasn’t a command. It was more of a, you can do what you want, but as long as you remember that you weren’t the one in control here.

You pushed back a bit, fully prepared to get on your knees beneath him. He snickered, “that eager huh?”

You scoffed at his teasing, until it turned into a half whine, half whimper at the way he gripped your jaw, forcing your lips to part just to spit in your mouth.

The action had you blink, but the reaction had you resting your hips against his.

“You wanted to get on your knees, you can get on your knees senorita” he told you, eyes darkening as he watched you so helpless on top of him.

With a small nod of your head you climbed off him, sinking to your knees on the carpet in front of the couch, knees slightly parted, hands going to his sweatpants to both steady yourself and signal to him.

Thanos petted your hair, dimples on show as he did, before he lifted his hips slightly to pull his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough to free his hard cock,

He nodded his head towards you, “your call baby” he motioned, his hand went prom petting to holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail, not pushing - yet -

You looked up at him once more, raising your hands again before he stopped you, “no hands girl”

“Can i?” You asked quietly, voice shaky with anticipation. He nodded down at you, a mocking half pout on his face at your expression, ‘awe’ing at you.

You leaned forwards slightly, just enough to take the tip of him in your mouth, and it took everything in his willpower to be at least somewhat of a gentleman and let you go at your own pace.

His head fell back on the couch, lips parted in a small breathy groan, barely audible.

Just because he wanted you to go at your own pace didn’t mean he couldn’t be cruel,

“Cmon baby, such a pretty mouth” his words sent heat pooling between your thighs, taking him further in your mouth till he hit near the back of your throat, you instinctively gagging slightly.

The sound only spurred him on, his hand clutching your hair in his grasp tighter for some sort of distraction, quick, short breaths leaving him.

You bobbed your head slightly, your tongue grazing against him in a way that had his hips subconsciously thrust forward, further into your mouth, hearing the small cry of surprise from you.

“Yeah that’s it, good girl”

Once you adjusted at least somewhat, you sped your movements up, mouth sucking him harder, more skilfully than any meaningless girl he had hooked up with in the past.

He choked on a half gonna, half moan he refused to let out, but you were getting too bratty with it for his taste.

Looking up at him like you were the one who had the power balance over him, the one who could effect him more than he could you. But you were sadly mistaken.

He clutched your hair again, forcing you down on him till you gagged on him again, a whine leaving your throat when he kept your head there for a few seconds before he let you go to catch your breath.

“There you go- don’t get all bratty on me”

You pulled back to catch your breath, wiping the saliva and pre cum off your lips as he took the sight of you and imbedded it inside his brain for safe keeping.

But you had always been determined, so when your mouth was back on him, taking him deep to the back of your throat again with a quiet moan, he faltered slightly.

“Don’t be like that baby we both know you don’t have the heart to be in control” he ushered, hand never leaving your hairs as he forced you down again, instead of keeping you there though however, he brought you back, using your hair as leverage to pull you back and forth, bobbing your head up and down his dick.

The sweet sounds of your gags, your heavenly whines were music to his ears, he wasn’t prepared to last long.

Your vision hazed over, eyes going glassy as a singular stray tear fell from your eyes, the vibrations of your small moans sent him spiralling, hips raising off the material of the couch to meet your mouth.

“Fuck- angel, so pretty like that- you crying already?” He taunted almost cruel as if he wasn’t seconds away from spilling down your throat, twitching and throbbing.

You looked up at him, eyes so soft he could’ve come right there when he wiped your tear away, watching as he disappeared in and out of your mouth.

“I’m close- fuck, you want it?” He spoke, the whimper that left your mouth afterwards told him everything he needed to know.

Thanos waited until he thought he was going to cum, just to pull out of your mouth, it taking all of his willpower to do so.

You looked up at him confused, eyes still hazy, breath hurried. He huffed a small snicker, stroking your hair out of your face, “come up here baby, face down”

You didn’t have to be told twice. With shaky legs you got up, and with his help you were soon face buried into the material of the couch, hips raised showing off your arched back he was quickly adoring.

It was only then that he realised just how clothed the two of you were. He lifted your shirt up from behind you, half expecting to see the lacy back of the bra he had seen idle on your bed earlier.

But there was nothing there. And he swore he almost saw heaven glooming down on him, “fuck girl- you haven’t been wearing a bra this whole time?”

You whined dramatically, pushing your hips back against his just for the delicious friction of his cock against your clothed core, “su-bong just- fuck hurry up”

His breath stalled for a moment, his hand hurriedly moving to pull down your shorts that already weren’t leaving much to the imagination, greeted by the sight of the lacy, thin panties he almost died on the spot.

“so you can wear this pretty thing but not a bra?” He snickered not even bothering to take them off, they were too pretty in his opinion.

Su-Bong groaned quietly as he pulled them to the side, his cock positioning easily at your entrance, the weight of it against you making you try to push your hips back against him

But he wouldn’t let you. His one hand came to the small of your back, the other to your hip, keeping you in that arch he loved so much.

“Don’t be greedy” he warned you, half tauntingly, but his words spoke otherwise as he slipped inside you, the stretch making you gasp out, slightly muffled by the fact your face was down.

“Yeah, I’ve got you” his voice was shaky as he spoke, trying not to get too carried away, “fuck girl-“

You moaned out as he bottomed out inside you, the delicious stretch paired with blinding pleasure already, him not even letting you adjust before he was using your hips to pull you off until just the tip was resting inside you, immediately thrusting back into you.

“Su-bong- fuckk its too much” your voice was lost under the sound of him sliding in and out of you, your hips moving involuntarily with each cruelly timed thrusts.

“Its not baby” he assured you, practically impaling you on him, your hair splattered messily, legs trembling with pleasure already.

“More- please” you whined out, needy, contradicting your previous words despite the fact that his thrusts were angled just right and he was hitting so deep inside you you could feel him in your throat.

He leaned over you, just enough to grab your hair, pulling you up so that he could see the already fucked out expression on your face,

“i thought it was too much huh? fuck- and now you’re wanting more? stop complaining when i gave you what you asked for senorita”

His movements after that were wicked, cruel even, but you loved every second of it, mouth parted in a silent moan, breath caught in your throat, the tugging on your hair was insatiable, a soft, welcome hurt.

Su-bong grinned, but it dropped when you clenched down around him, his hips faltering for just a moment before he grabbed the skin on your hips, keeping you still as he carried on the brutality of his thrusts.

Each one reached that spot inside you that had you whining for release, one that was building quickly.

“fuck su-bongie please” you almost cried out, limp beneath him as you let him rearrange your insides like it was meant to mould around him.

“what is it baby?- mm, you close?” He pondered, as if it wasn’t hard to tell by the way your thighs were quivering, and your voice were becoming slightly higher pitched.

You whined, “yes i’m- fuck i’m close”

“i’ll help you angel don’t worry, aren’t i so nice to you huh?” He tormented, the coil in his stomach tightening, his need ravaging.

Su-bong’s one hand trialed around your waist, down towards your neglected clit, rubbing rough, practised circles that bordered on mean.

You shuddered beneath him, feeling the coil in your stomach finally snap, babbling incoherent sounds leaving you straight to Thanos’ ear.

He came seconds after your own orgasm, his thrusts not even stuttering as he helped you both ride out the rest of your orgasms, admiring the view of you sprawled out, ass up underneath him.

“That- that’s it good girl angel” The feelings of him spilling inside you was enough to prolong your high, overwhelming sensations flooding your body as you twitched and trembled beneath him.

You were a mess, one he created and hoped to see every day for the rest of his life. He pulled out carefully, surprisingly considering the bruises that were forming on your hips and back of your thighs.

He flipped you onto your back, your eyes fluttering closed, breath unsteady as you tried to get used to your surroundings again.

“You did so good yeah? Get you cleaned up senorita”

Su-bong picked you up after that, your arms limp over his shoulders,all the way to the bathroom where he took care of you, and maybe ruined you some more.

With the promise that he’s take care of you every day since then.

Thanos reclines against the couch, the band of his rip off Versace boxers resting below his painfully full balls as you ride him.

You hump his lap like a dog. You're all whines and desperate grinds, hips stuttering with an uneven rhythm with how slippery everything is from your wetness.

Thanos' cock is thick, and his fat tip bullies into your g-spot with every frantic slam of your hips back onto his. Up, down, up, down - your thighs ache but fuck, you need it, you need to feel the way his cock bullies into your guts, that warm fullness when you sink all the way down, over and over again.

He needs it, too. You're tight and hot around him, your pretty cunt gripping his dick like you're trying to push him out but you're forcing it inside anyway.

"Fuck yeah, bounce on it." Thanos lazily takes a drag from his cheap disposable vape, blowing the sickly passion fruit guava smoke right in your face. His free hand comes down on the fat of your ass in a harsh slap and Thanos watches the way your eyebrows scrunch up and your mouth falls open with the pleasure-pain. God, Thanos thinks. You look so pathetically cute.

He takes another hit of his vape. He strokes your hair, eyes shifting from where he's buried inside you to your eyes. The eyes that are watching him right back with a burning need. He angles the vape towards your mouth and you hesitate, looking between the neon pen and his expectant, pressuring gaze.

Your greedy bounces don't slow as you breathe in the fruity vapor. When you don't cough, Thanos' lip twitches into a smirk.