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being a footballer's girlfriend comes with its downs but it certainly comes with its ups. you are known everywhere as choi subong's foreign girlfriend. a lot of crazy fans often hunt you down on social media, leaving angry comments or flooding your direct messages, but at the end of the day, you are the one he is spending the night with. you are the one who knows the real him, the one who holds him when the stadium lights go out.

choi subong, also nicknamed as thanos by the rest of the world due to his bright purple hair and his unstoppable presence on the pitch, is playing for his country in the world cup tonight. it is a huge event, the kind of stage he has dreamed about since he was a kid. sadly, he isn't on the starting lineup tonight. the coach decided to leave him out, so he is more likely to be sitting on the bench all night and you might not even get a chance to see him play.

he was upset, obviously. you sit in the massive stadium, surrounded by thousands of screaming fans, looking down at your phone. he texted you from the dressing room earlier:

stupid fucking coach benched me once again i don't understand brooo i thought i was doing good

you felt your heart break a little for him because you know how hard he works. you texted back immediately:

its okay baby, he'll most likely substitute you in at some point and if he ever does so, prove him wrong and make him start you next game you can do it mwah

now, you watch from the stands as the teams walk out. when they sing the national anthem, the cameras pass over the players. you see subong standing with the substitutes. he just stays quiet and looks straight ahead, his jaw clenched tightly. all you can see from the high stands is your boyfriend's vibrant purple hair sitting on the bench as the match starts, visibly upset and brooding.

the game goes on, and it is frustrating to watch especially when the opposite team scores first. everything changes when his teammate, number 13, isn't doing much of a job on the wing. he keeps losing possession and looks exhausted. finally, the coach decides to make a change. he calls subong up. you see him on the big screens as the cameras zoom into him getting ready to walk on the pitch. the coach is whispering some last-minute instructions into his ears, but subong just nods, his eyes fixed on the grass, burning with hunger.

you watch as he runs onto the pitch as number 23, the name subong written proudly across his jersey. the moment his boots touch the grass, the energy shifts. he starts playing incredibly well, moving like a flash of purple light. the other team loses the ball near the midfield line, and subong takes it with an aggressive, clean tackle. a normal player would pass the ball to his teammate who is running closer to the goal with absolutely no defense in front of him. but subong has something to prove tonight. he decides to keep it himself. you hold your breath as he starts to dribble past all the defenders, cutting inside, feinting to the left, leaving the opposition stumbling on the grass. he drives into the box and beautifully puts the ball past the goalkeeper and straight into the back of the net.

the stadium explodes into pure chaos. you jump out of your seat, screaming at the top of your lungs, tears of pure excitement rushing to your eyes as you jump up and down. on the pitch, he runs toward the corner flag, looks up into the massive crowd right toward the section where he knows you are sitting, and makes his celebration. he forms a perfect heart towards you with his index and thumb, a soft smile breaking through his intense face.

the game ends with a final result of 2-1 for south korea, with subong being one of the two scorers who saved the night. the fans are incredibly happy, chanting his name as they exit the stadium.

hours later, at night, you are sitting in your quiet hotel room, still buzzing from the match, when you suddenly get a message on your phone:

come to the lobby.

you immediately jump up, throwing on whatever clothes are closest, and walk down to the lobby looking a total mess with your hair tied up loosely. as soon as the elevator doors slide open, you catch your boyfriend arguing nicely with the receptionist at the front desk.

"listen bro, i'm choi subong. in korea, they call me thanos," he says proudly, gesturing with his hands, his purple hair messy from the match. "and i scored tonight! you saw me! trust me bro i just wanna see my girl."

the receptionist looks incredibly annoyed and tired, just keeping his eyes open, blinking and nodding slowly as subong continues to ramble. you smile, walking up softly behind him. you tap him on his shoulder.

he spins around instantly, his eyes lighting up the moment he sees your face. he drops his arms and hugs you tightly, burying his face into your neck, holding you like he hasn't seen you in years. he pulls back just enough to look at the receptionist and says, "see, i told you."

subong wraps his arm heavily around your shoulder, pulling you flush against his side as you both walk away from the desk toward the elevators. when you get inside and the metal doors slide shut, he turns to you, his eyes wide with adrenaline.

"bro that was the best night of my life!" he exclaims, a massive grin on his face.

you chuckle, putting a hand on his chest. "calm down, you still have two other games to get out of the group stages."

he shrugs, leaning back against the mirrored wall of the elevator. "man i dont care, as long as i score. but that stupid coach wont fucking play me from the start."

he is just talking and talking, his lips moving fast as the adrenaline continues to pump through his veins. you want him to focus on you now, so you lean up and kiss him to shut him the fuck up.

the moment your lips touch his, his breath hitches. the talking stops instantly. he grips your waist with both hands and pulls you tightly against him, turning you around so he can pin you against the wall of the elevator. you make out hungrily in the moving elevator, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting sweet and desperate. he kisses you so deeply, his hands moving down to grip your hips, that you don't even realize that the elevator has stopped and the doors have slid wide open.

you only notice when you hear a soft gasp. you pull back, breathless, to see two older tourists standing there, completely dumbfounded with their luggage.

"oh, sorry," you apologize quickly, your cheeks burning red as you grab subong's hand and walk out past them. subong just chuckles quietly, pulling you down the hallway toward your room.

when you unlock the door and step inside, subong looks around the spacious, luxurious suite. "damn thats nice!" he says, running a hand over the polished wood furniture.

you lock the door behind you and smirk. "yeah, i wonder who is paying for it."

he turns around, walking over to you with a smooth grin, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "of course, anything for my queen."

he walks over to the large bed and lays down on his back, stretching his long, athletic legs out, still wearing his black training sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. you just stand at the edge of the bed, looking down at him with your arms crossed.

"are you gonna be in trouble for sneaking out of the base camp?" you ask, knowing how strict the national team rules are during the world cup.

he shrugs carelessly, resting his hands behind his head. "probably, but its worth it."

hearing those words makes something shift inside you. you walk forward, climbing onto the mattress, and slide your body directly on top of him. you lock him tightly with your legs on both sides of his hips, straddling his lap completely. subong's hands instantly leave the back of his head, running slowly up and down your figure, tracing the curve of your waist and the flare of your hips through your thin clothes.

he leans up, his lips finding yours again, and the mood in the room turns heavy and thick with desire. the kisses become deep and wet, the quiet room filling with the sloppy sounds of your lips parting and sliding against his, tongue tangled with tongue. he shifts beneath you, his palms sliding down to your thighs before one hand moves up to smack your ass gently

the sudden sensation makes a soft, needy moan slip from your throat, a sound which he swallows immediately into his own mouth, breathing it in before letting out a dark, low chuckle against your lips.

as you move your hips slightly to get closer to his heat, you can feel him getting hard through the thick fabric of his sweatpants. he is thick and rigid beneath you. you instinctively begin to shift your weight, slowly dry humping him, rubbing your center right against the hard length of his cock through both of your clothes. you lean your weight forward, pressing your crotch firmly down against him, sliding your hips forward and then pulling them back in a slow, agonizing rhythm that makes him groan out loud. you can feel the rigid shape of him pressing perfectly into your wetness, the friction creating a burning wave of pleasure between your legs.

subong arches his back slightly, his fingers digging into your hips to guide your movements, his breath hitching every time you slide your body down the length of him.

"fuck," he whispers against your jaw, his voice dropping an octave, completely rough and needy.

he grips the bottom of your top, his hands hot against your bare skin as he pulls the fabric up and over your head, tossing it somewhere onto the floor. before you can even react, he grips your waist firmly and flips you off him, rolling you onto your back on the cool sheets so he is now towering over you.

the lighting in the hotel room is a dim, warm orange, casting long, dark shadows across his sharp jawline and his broad shoulders. the mood is so deeply sexual and romantic, the quiet hum of the air conditioner the only sound accompanying your heavy breathing. he looks down at you with dark, blown-out pupils, his purple hair messy over his forehead.

he leans down to make out with you again, his chest pressing against yours as he takes his time, kissing you until your lips are swollen. then, he slowly begins to take off each garment of clothing, making sure to savor every single second, letting the anticipation build until the air in the room feels thick enough to cut with a knife.

first, he reaches down and pulls his own shirt over his head, revealing his broad, tattoos and tight abs, the muscles still slightly tense from the match. he drops it to the floor. then, his hands move to the waistband of your shorts. he slides them down your legs slowly, his fingers brushing against your skin, making you shiver as he pulls them off your feet and discards them.

he pauses, looking down at you in just your bra and panties under the orange light. he reaches for the clasp of your bra, undoing it with steady fingers. as he pulls the cups away, the cold air of the hotel room hits your bare nipples, causing them to harden instantly. you let out a sharp breath at the sudden chill, but subong immediately leans down to cover you with his warmth.

finally, he reaches down and shoves his sweatpants down hislegs, followed by his boxers, leaving him completely bare before you.

he hovers over you for a moment, his eyes scanning your body, before he slides down. he starts suckling gently on your breasts, taking one hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before pulling it between his lips with a firm, steady suction. it feels so good that your hands fly to his purple hair, gripping the strands as you arch your back off the bed.

down below, your pussy gets wetter and wetter, the sweet ache between your thighs becoming unbearable. subong notices, letting out a low hum against your skin. he reaches his hand down between your legs, his fingers finding your slick folds. he begins to rub your clit, intentionally collecting the thick wetness escaping from you and smearing it back up and all over your sensitive clit as a natural lubricant.

the slick, wet friction feels so incredible that you start moaning loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room as he continues to suck on your nipples, switching from one breast to the other, biting softly enough to make you whimper. as you shift beneath him, you can feel his thick, hard dick resting against your upper thigh, sliding against your skin and slightly leaving wet, sticky beads of precum on your thigh with every movement he makes.

"you like that, don't you?" he murmurs against your skin, his voice dripping with arrogance and love. "tell me how good it feels."

"it feels so good, subong... please," you pant, your head rolling back on the pillow.

he doesn't stop. he slowly moves his body further down the bed, kissing his way down your ribs, down your stomach, leaving a trail of burning, wet kisses on your skin until he is kneeling between your spread legs. he looks up at you once through his purple hir, his eyes intensely focused, before he leans down and starts to eat you out.

his tongue is warm and broad as he licks you from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your clit, burying his face in your wetness. he licks the clit down till up, then gathers it between his lips to suckle on the sensitive nub. the sensation is so intense, so overwhelmingly sharp, that your legs begin to shake uncontrollably on the mattress.

"subong, fuck—i can't stop shaking" you gasp out, trying to move, but he reaches up with his strong arms and pins them down against the bed, holding your thighs wide open so you have no choice but to take every bit of the pleasure he is giving you.

the pleasure is too much, making your vision blur under the dim orange light. after a few moments of wrecking you with his tongue, he frees one of your legs because he needs his hand to finger you. he slides two fingers deep inside your tight, soaking wet channel while his tongue continues to relentlessly press and grind against your clit.

the room fills with the loud, incredibly wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of you, pushing past the excess moisture you are producing.

"you're so wet for me, baby," he whispers, looking up at your flushed face as his fingers stroke inside you. "look at you. tell me what you want. tell me to do more."

"do more... please, harder, subong, use your fingers harder," you cry out, your hands gripping the bed sheets tightly as your hips instinctively chase his hand.

he obeys instantly, curling his fingers inside you, hitting the perfect spot over and over while his tongue darts back to your clit. it is too much to handle. within seconds, your body tenses completely, your walls clenching violently around his fingers as you cum hard, a long, shaky moan escaping your lips.

subong stays right there, slowly licking your sweet cum off your sensitive skin, cleaning you up with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue until your breathing begins to slow down.

his own dick is so hard and throbbing by now that he didn't even realize he was rubbing it like a damn dog on the bed sheets for some relief while he was focusing on you, his lower stomach aching for touch. seeing him like that, completely desperate and needy for you, makes a wave of desire rush back through you.

you reach down, grabbing his shoulders, and pull him up. "get on top of me—no, let me get on top," you mutter, shifting your body.

you move beneath him and push him back slightly, climbing over his lap so you are now sitting on top of him. the view you get when you are on top of him is absolutely breathtaking. he is laying completely flat on his back, his muscular chest rising and falling heavily. his gaze up at you is intensely horny, but there is a distinct hint of patheticness in his dark eyes, a silent plea for you to finally take him inside.

you reach down and position his heavy, throbbing dick to be flat on his stomach, pointing upward. instead of putting it in right away, you lower your hips and rub your wet pussy right on it. you move your body back and forth, sliding your slick, swollen entrance up and down the length of his shaft, coating him in your own wetness.

he lets out a series of broken, ragged whimpers and curses, his head rolling back as his dick drips with thick beads of precum right onto his own stomach from the friction of your body.

you lean forward slightly, resting your hands on his chest, looking down into his eyes. "you were so amazing tonight, thanos," you praise him, using his nickname in a soft, sultry whisper. "everyone was chanting your name. you showed everyone how good you are."

hearing your praises while you rub yourself against him makes his expression completely break. he just bites his bottom lip hard to keep from groaning too loudly, his throat bobbing as the pleasure doubles from your words and your movements. his fingers fly to your waist, digging his nails into your skin with a tight grip, holding you firmly because he knows that if you stop right now, he might actually explode right there on his stomach.

"don't stop... fuck, please," he strains out, his abs locking up tightly.

you smile down at him, feeling incredibly powerful. you slowly pick up his dick with one hand, using your fingers to rub the thick precum all over the extremely sensitive tip, making his entire body shiver beneath you. you align the head with your wet opening, and then you slowly lower your hips, inserting him all the way to the base.

a deep, guttural groan rips from subong's chest. his eyes close tight as he feels his thick dick suddenly surrounded by your hot, incredibly wet folds all of a sudden, the tight compression of your walls swallowing him whole. he stays completely still for a second, just feeling the intense heat of your insides.

after a moment of letting him adjust, you start riding him. you go up and down in a steady rhythm, lifting your body up and sliding back down until his pelvis smacks against yours. then, you change the angle, going back and forth, grinding your pelvic bone directly against his, creating a deep, dull ache of pure pleasure that makes both of you lose your minds.

it feels so good for both of them. subong reaches up, his large hand finding your ass, and he smacks it firmly under the orange light. the sharp sound echoes, and you moan loudly into the empty room, your head tossing back as your purple-haired boyfriend watches you with pure devotion.

you bend your body forward, lowering your chest to his, and get down to make out with him while you continue riding him slowly. by slowing down your movements, you are intentionally making him feel his pleasure longer, torturing him with the slow, sliding friction of your tight walls.

subong's fingers dig deeply into your ass cheeks, trying to push you down harder because of the lack of fast stimulation, his hips twitching upward instinctively to find a faster pace. you break the kiss, looking down at him with a smirk, and start riding him again with a faster, harder rhythm.

obviously, he starts getting closer and closer to his orgasm. his breathing turns into short, ragged gasps, and his perfectly defined abs tense sharply under the dim orange light with every upward thrust of his hips.

right before he cums inside you, you shift your weight, going back and forth slowly, grinding your tightest parts against him and effectively milking him out, pulling the climax right out of him. subong lets out α loud, undone cry, his fingers gripping your hips so hard his knuckles turn white as he shoots his hot load deep inside your core, filling you up completely.

he pants heavily, his chest heaving as his body relaxes back into the sheets. you lean down and kiss his cheek softly, then his lips, your own body still tingling with unfulfilled desire.

you look down at him, your voice breathy. "im close... can i keep going?"

he opens his heavy eyes, a tired, soft smile on his lips. "yeah... but slowly, you know how sensitive i get afterwards."

you nod, slowly shifting your weight on his lap. you do keep riding him, your movements careful and deliberate. his dick is noticeably less hard inside you now, softening slightly after his release, but you aren't looking for hardness anymore—you are looking for the perfect, blunt friction on your g-spot. you tilt your pelvis, sliding your wet walls against the base of his shaft.

he grunts softly, his hands resting gently on your waist, grabbing a bit of the sheets beneath you because of the overstimulation running through his sensitive nerves. as you move, his cum gradually leaks out of your opening, spreading all over his softening shaft and sticking to your outer lips with a slick, squelching sound.

the thick, messy friction is exactly what you need. within a few more heavy grinds, your body tightens up again, and you cum softly, a quiet sigh escaping your lips as your inner muscles spasm around him.

subong immediately holds your twitching hips firmly, keeping you pinned against his lap, patiently waiting for you to come down from your high as your body trembles against his.

after a couple of minutes, when your breathing finally returns to normal, you slowly sit up on your knees. as you lift your body away, his softening dick slips out of you with a soft sound, followed immediately by a heavy mixture of his cum and your wetness dripping off your pussy and sliding directly onto his inner thigh.

the view under the warm orange light is fucking amazing—messy, raw, and completely filled with love.

you look down at the mess, letting out a soft chuckle. you lean over to the nightstand, grab a couple of tissues, and carefully clean the fluids off his thigh and your own skin. once you are done, you toss the tissue away and lay down flat on the bed right next to him.

His arms reach up, crossing the desk and going behind you so his hands grip at your ass, pulling you to the very edge of his desk, your feet resting against his thighs. He looks up at you, hands massaging up your ass and around to your hips. “I’m payin’ attention now! Ask me again.” He whines turning to place a short kiss on the inside of your knee as an apology before pulling away.

You giggle, looking down and grabbing his face. You hunch over and tilt his face up, placing a slow kiss on his lips. When you pull away, you reach back over to the small image and pull at the corner. “I said what even is this picture. It’s so blurry. I can’t make it out.” You mumble, eyebrows furrowed as you squint to try and see what it was.

He looks to the little picture you’re fumbling with and then back to you, a confused look on his face. “You don’t know what it is!?” He says almost as if he’s offended. He removes one hand from your hip, pulling it back to quickly fish his phone out of pants pocket.

You watch as he unlocks it, blown out pupils darting across his phones home screen until he finds the app he’s looking for- photos.

He’s opening the app and begins to scroll through his camera roll. You can see glimpses of pictures- shoes he bought, pictures of weed, pictures of his shows, pictures of you and him, random memes he’s saved.

And then suddenly he stops, clicking on a certain photo in his camera roll then flipping his phone to you.

You immediately see the high definition colors match the pixels of the poor quality photo. It’s of you, in the drivers seat of his car. With the direction the photos taken, he’s in the passenger seat. The purple floor board lights that are in his car are the only lights that illuminate the photo- you can see it’s night outside the window behind you.

Your hair is in a messy style, you’re wearing a pair of his pajama pants and one of his shirts. Both articles of clothing practically swallowing you. One of your legs is hiked up on the car seat, shin pressed against the steering wheel. You have a takeout box of your favorite food in your lap, one hand holding up the food that your were most likely in the middle of eating, the other picking at the side dish that’s still in the box. You’re laughing in the picture, presumably at something he said.

You look at him, not really thinking this exact picture was worthy to be on the corner of his main computer as a permanent relic over the year. There’s plenty of better ones. But he cuts off your thoughts, “s’my favorite picture of you, baby.” He says with a wide grin pointing at the phone. “You look so cute and it reminds of that night and you always look so fuckin good when you’re driving my car.” He rambles passionately.

“Anytime I’m stressed out because these stupid fucks here don’t listen to me- I look at that picture, remember that night, and suddenly I’m not wanting to kill them.” He says pointing over to the small picture taped to his computer.

He was referring to the many people he had working with him on his music on a daily basis- his manager, his drug addict friends, different collabs he has- they all enrage him frequently, but with that picture of you there as his saving grace, he’s saved himself from losing deals and getting into fights. All he had to do is look at that little picture and he was taken back to that night- the anger he had towards whoever pissed him off in the studio would subside and he’d be able to finish whatever needed to be done in the studio without further problem.

You giggle, hands reaching out to grab his phone from his hand. Wanting a closer look at the picture, still not entirely sure when or even where it was taken. When your eyes scan the image, your smile widens- finally remembering the picture.

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You guys had been dating around 6 months at the time, you think. You remember you had begged him to take you out late at night to get your favorite food to go. You were starving and you were set on the one thing that just had to have no delivery option. He had made you drive his car, saying that if he were to go with you and get you the food you wanted- you would have to drive.

You agreed excitedly, slipping on your shoes, grabbing his car keys that hung next to his front door and nearly bolting out of his apartment and skipping all the way to the parking space his car was in.

You didn’t know it but Choi Su-Bong thinks he realized that he was head over heels in love with you that night.

Yes he knew he adored you, loved you- hell he was never one for settling down until he met you a couple years ago- you changed him. But that night he swears he fell for you all over again in ways he didn’t think was possible.

You don’t hear it, you’re halfway to his nice sports car, but he chuckles to himself, just watching you. You’re simply adorable. Your excitement for your favorite food even this late at night made his tired smile grow wider. He was really smitten.

He’s entranced by the way you expertly throw the car into reverse, peeling out of the parking lot of his complex. You’re humming to yourself happily, doing the little dance you always do when you’re about to get food you like.

You’re so excited about the food you don’t even take the extra couple seconds to set up the Bluetooth like you normally do- you always wanted to have music in the care. It’s adorable, he thinks, just how determined you are to get your late night eats.

What’s even more adorable though is the way your eyes light up, a gasp coming out when he takes over aux, putting on that one song you play constantly. The one he swears you can listen to 16 times back to back and love it just as much as you did the first time it came on.

He just can’t stop staring at you, a small smile on his lips as he just watches how you drive, one arm outstretched so your hand is on the wheel the other arm is rested against the window on your side, your thumb playing with the nails of your other fingers- feeling the glitter and gems of the fresh set, tracing the raised chrome “T”- the extravagant set courtesy of your boyfriends money.

He watches as you hum along to the song, as it continues you begin to sing along, your voice blending with the stereo. He can’t but help chuckle to himself when he notices your hand drumming against the steering wheel, your head bobbing along to the music. It was 2am and here you were, as energetic as ever, singing your heart out.

He admires how you seem to recite the lyrics like they’re mixed into the blood that’s in your veins. It’s like you don’t even have to think about what word follows the previous, it just comes to you like you’re the person who wrote the song.

You can feel his gaze on you and your singing is halted by a laugh bubbling up your chest when you can see him out of the corner of your eyes just watching you- your eyes darting over to him in the passenger seat, eyebrows scrunched in a questioning look before looking back at the road. “Why ya staring at me?” You say with a giggle, eyes going back to the road.

“Hm..” he hums in response, reaching over the center console to interlock his hand with yours, your arm that was once on the window moves to replace the other so you can hold his hand, your other hand takes the wheel. “I can’t just admire my girlfriend?” He finishes, giving your hand a squeeze. He even adores the way your eyes roll at his words, letting out a sarcastic “I ‘spose you can.”

He lets out a low hum in response, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand. He doesn’t stop looking at you for the whole ride, taking in every detail of you.

You expertly maneuver his car along the expressway as you head to your destination with a determination, and throughout the whole drive he just finds more and more things that he finds endearing about you. He was going to have to make you drive him places more often if it meant he got to observe you like this.

You make it to the drive-thru, pulling around the curve and waiting patiently at the large light up menu. He begins to type on his phone, writing out his order so you could easily read it out when you got done ordering what you wanted.

You list off your order and he begins to hand you his phone, open to his order he just wrote out, but you don’t even turn to him- instead you list off his exact order perfectly without even having to grab his phone.

He sits back with a surprised laugh, you really did know him. It was charming how much you knew about him- even the little things like his order at this fast food place that you two have only gone to maybe 3 times.

You had to be a fucking witch, He thought, you had some sort of spell over him that made him fall for you effortlessly at any little thing you did.

You let out a sweet “Thank you!” To the worker as they tell you to pull up, turning to begin to pull up. You turn to him, doing a small excited dance and extending your hand out to him.

He grabs your outstretched hand, taking it in his and turning it to place a kiss on your knuckles as he grabs his wallet out of his pocket. When he pulls back, he rotates your hand back and places his card in your hand.

You give the card to the worker, paying. You get the card and receipt back, the worker closing the window and headed back to the kitchen. When you hand him back his card you lean over the center console and place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, my love.” You say in a sweet tone that has him thinking he’s tripping- and he knows he didn’t take any pills today.

My love.

He’s replaying it in his head, trying to get the words and the way you said it permanently etched into his head. He’s not sure he’s ever been able to experience something so wholesome and exciting than when he met you. And every day he was continually surprised that you could still have such an effect on him with the little things you did.

“Of course, my beautiful flower.” He coos, hand reaching across the center console to stroke his thumb across your cheek a couple times. Your attention is pulled away from him by the bags of food being held out to you.

You take them happily handing them over to him for safe keeping as you pull around to the empty parking lot.

As you guys sit in the empty parking lot, eating the food- you told him you wanted to eat it then and there, not wait for the drive home- and who was he to say no to his sweet girl!?!- one of his own songs comes on the play list, his own voice coming through the speakers and filling the car.

“Oooohh!” You say excitedly, “that’s my mannn~!!” You call out in a sing song voice. He laughs, leaning over to place a quick kiss on your neck. When he does he can smell your perfume, it’s a scent he’s become addicted to. He lets out a low hum against your neck as he stays connected to you, sucking a small purple bruise into your skin. You bite your lip and giggle, reaching one hand up to run through his hair.

He pulls back from you, settling back into the passenger seat. He continues to eat, humming along to his own song. He swears his heart beats out of his chest when he’s about to take a bite out of his food and you begin rapping along.

It’s soft mumbles, just to yourself as you nod your head along to his music. You recite the lyrics perfectly. Sure, he knew you were subjected to listen to his music when you sat in his studio as he worked- but to know the lyrics like the back of your hand like this…he’s head over heels.

He watches on for a moment, just letting you be in your own world, not faltering once as you rap along to the recording of his voice. “How’d you learn this?” He questions with a laugh of disbelief, fuck, you’re so precious.

You look over to him, shocked he was even paying attention- you thought he was invested in the food that sits in the take out box on his lip like you were. “I listen to it all the time, duh! It’s on my liked playlist for when I drive.” You say confused, like you were surprised he was surprised.

His head is spinning to say the least. Maybe it was because he used to run around the worst type of people possible, always using him and not actually supporting his music. Or maybe it was because the ditzy flings he had before meeting you never cared to really listen to his music, only wanting drugs or sex. He wasn’t sure but he thought he was dreaming.

Choi Su-bong fell head over heels in love with you that night. He realized you were truly a precious little gift all for him. A pretty thing to show off and to keep him in line. Someone who loved him, and his music enough to learn all the lyrics and add it to your personal playlist. The way you were in the drivers seat of his car, wearing his clothes, singing his song has him launching over the seat to kiss you.

You nearly drop your food- clutching it to your lap as you kiss him back. It’s sweet, slow, and methodical. You can’t help but to melt into it. His lips move against you in practiced movements, his teeth gently bitting at your bottom lip- pulling it just a bit as he pulls away.

He moves back into the passenger seat and begins to go back to eating like nothing happened. You try and mirror him, trying to be stoic as you pick through your take out box.

He hears you giggling to yourself, and when he looks over and sees the sight- you trying your best to focus on your food, smile spread on your lips that were still wet from the kiss- he takes his phone out and takes a picture.

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Back in the studio, you look back up to him, a wide smile on your face as you finally remember the night the picture was taken. “Awh!!! You’re such a softie…” you coo out reaching out to pull his face towards you, placing kiss after kiss along his face. When you pull back he scoffing, shaking his head dismissively, trying to act like you don’t affect him the way you do.

But you do.

“Not a softie..” he mumbles as he pouts. You look to the photo again, then back to him raising an accusatory eyebrow. He rolls his eyes at your persistence, “Fine…maybe you have me a bit soft…but you can’t blame me baby! You’re so fuckin perfect…” he says his hands running up the sides of your waist as he focuses on you. You jump off the desk, moving to climb into his lap on his desk chair.

He hums in approval when you sit down on his lap. He studies you, observing you like you’re an ancient marble carving on display in a museum. “My pretty baby.” He mutters, reaching up his hands to run them up the sides of your neck and to hold your face. “Mhm, your pretty baby.” You respond leaning in to kiss him. “All yours.” You mumble against his lips. He nods, biting at your lip. As he keeps the kiss going, he takes the small photo that you still held and tapes it back to the corner of the computer- where it belongs.

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When he decides he’s done working in the studio for the day You stay the night at his place. Your mind buzzing with a perfect idea to surprise. You anxiously await to get started with your little project for when he goes to bed- you wouldn’t want to spoil it!

Hours later, he’s asleep on your bare chest, purple hair ticking your neck. One of his arms is thrown across you, pulling you tightly in his grasp. For someone who’s so intimidating and outgoing, when he’s asleep with you-he’s so soft, vulnerable. It’s a drastic change that only happens around you- and it’s one that you cherish every moment of.

Anytime you adjust yourself in bed, his arm around your torso holds you tighter like you’re going to run away. You never do though, you always stay with him. You try your best, and eventually manage to pull your phone off the bedside table, clicking it on to begin your plan.

The bright light of your phone floods the dark bedroom. He murmurs in his sleep, beginning to stir, his painted nails raking lightly at your rib cage when he moves. You quickly dim the brightness of your phone- a tricky task with one hand but you get it done. Your other hand runs along his arm and back in feather-light touches. It seems to settle him back into deeper sleep, his face rubbing against your chest, like he’s trying to get closer to you in any way possible and his hand relaxing once again.

With him back asleep, you continue your plan. You’re ordering the biggest print you can of the photo he loves so much, in the best quality, with the nicest wood frame you can find.

It takes a couple weeks to get everything and put it together. But soon you finish it and strategize on how you’re going to present it to him.

One day you found yourself in his studio. He’s at his desk, the small picture of you still taped to his computer. He’s working on some new music, his face focused as he sits at his desk, his mouth moving as he whispers lyrics to himself, trying to come up with something for this new song.

He eventually turns to you, offering to go out and get you food. And how could you say no? It gave you the perfect opportunity to see your plan into its final stages.

When he leaves the studio to go pick up food for the two of you, you get to work. You hang the picture up right above his monitor. It’s a tough job for one person, the large frame almost too big for you to hang up. But you struggle through- needing to see the end goal- his reaction.

You take a step back, looking on at the new addition with a proud smile.

Oh! Last thing!

You walk back over to his desk, leaning over it and removing the taped picture that was on the corner of his monitor, keeping it tucked into your palm. You smile to yourself, returning back over to your spot on the couch.

When he returns a while later, plastic bags of food for you. His eyes don’t even notice the new addition to his studio, he just looks straight to you on the couch He walks over to you, placing a kiss on your forehead then handing you the food.

“You go ahead and eat, baby. I really gotta finish this up.” He says, his eyes going back to his phone, an annoyed expression on his face. His phone rings out notification after notification, blowing up with messages that are surely rushing him to get the first draft of his lyrics submitted. His words are terse, almost harsh, but you know it’s not directed at you- it’s directed at the individuals hounding him on his phone.

He walks back over to his desk, he throws his phone down on the wood, eyes immediately diverting to his computer, ready to get back to work. Not even looking up to the wall.

He’s annoyed, he just wanted a nice calm day with his girlfriend but all these people bothering him about his music and raps just make him so fucking annoyed. When he feels himself getting more and more aggravated, his eyes immediately look to the corner of his computer monitor, trying to find solace in looking at the little paper picture he had taped to the screen, only to realize the small crumpled picture of you that he had taped there is gone.

He looks over his shoulder back to you, his eyebrows furrowed and a pout on his face. “You take my picture of you down?” He asks, you can hear the upset in his voice, it almost makes you break and spoil the whole surprise you set up.

You nod in response, biting your lip to try and keep your excited smile at bay. You open your palm, showing him that you had the small image. “What?!” He exclaims, turning fully back to you, his back now facing the wall you desperately needed him to look at. “Why would you do that?!” He says, looking at you worried, the frown on his face deepening.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, walking over to him and spinning him around to face the wall. Your finger pointed up at the once empty space above his computer monitor.

When he finally looks at the wall, his mouth drops open. When he looks up he expects to see the same old bare white bricks, but he doesn’t, he’s completely wrong. How could he have completely missed that?!

There’s a large framed copy of his supposed favorite picture of you, right above his main computer monitor. Much better than the small, grainy paper image he had taped to the computer.

You’re about to ask if he likes it when he cuts you off, scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around. “You’re literally the fucking best!” He cheers excitedly. He puts you down and you’re smiling like an idiot. “You like it?” You ask, looking up at him, your arms interlocked behind his neck. “Baby…” he says, leaning down and holding your face to place a long, overly exaggerated kiss you your lips, pulling back with a ‘muah!’, “this is the best gift ever.”

His thumbs stroke your cheek gently, he’s staring at you with an adoring gaze that makes you melt. “You needed somethin’ a little better than this small lil thing. It was gonna fade…even more than it has.” You say holding your palm face up in between the two of you. “So I wanted to get you something that wouldn’t fade and have it to where you can actually see what it is.” You say poking at his chest with a joking, scolding tone.

He nods, laughing, placing a kiss on your forehead before removing his hands from your face and grabbing the old image. His thumb runs across the image, a soft smile on his face. He then looks up to the wall where the new picture hangs, taking a couple steps towards the desk.

Wide smile on your face, you’re already leaned half out the window and reaching to pull him in, “Seunghyun!” You giggle excitedly, voice hushed, “C’mon! God, I missed you! It’s cold get in here!” Excitement palpable, you’re jumping from one sentence to the next before the first one was finished.

Nearly collapsing on top of you, he’s fumbling through the window in a fit of hushed laughter, “Easy, baby- I wasn’t outside long- shhh- ya gotta be quiet!”

Despite his shushing, you’re giggling excitedly and pulling him into your room, “I was worried you wouldn’t come. I know you’ve been super busy lately…” arms wrapping around him, you’re burying your head into his chest before he can even get his footing right.

Seunghyun stumbles backwards a couple steps, one arm hooked around your waist keeping you flush against him and one arm reaching behind him to close your window, “Of course imma come! I wouldn’t miss seeing you for the world.”

Your smile is beaming, he could swear it’s brighter than the stars in the sky. Dressed in your pajamas that were probably more expensive than 6 months of his rent, you cling to him like a life line, excitedly rocking on your feet.

“Tell me! How was practice! How was the show!! C’mon I’ve missed you so much!!” Guiding him by the hand, you’re leading your boyfriend to your bed.

“Shhh baby..” he says through chuckles, “y’want me to get my ass best by your parents or what?”

It’s meant as a harmless joke- poking fun at the situation you two find yourselves in- sneaking around while you’re grown adults. But your face falls, remembering the harsh reality. Your parents don’t like Seunghyun. In fact, they’ve long since forbid you to see him. On track to become an idol, your parents see him as more than unfit to be your suitor.

And, maybe in any other normal situation, this wouldn’t be an issue. Both grown adults- you shouldn’t have to be sneaking around. But the type of family you came from, the type of money your came from- forced you to agree with your parents wishes (well what they thought was you agreeing).

Seunghyun quickly tries to do damage control. Hating seeing you even the slightest bit upset, your secret boyfriend is scooping you up and tossing you to the bed. He follows shortly after, crawling on the velvet comforter and silk sheets to slot himself right next to you.

The soft sheets remind him of the stark difference in lifestyles you two lived. You didn’t come from just any old money, you came from filthy, generational, maybe century old wealth that had you so sheltered all you could do was rely on your parents.

All the money in the world and your parents didn’t set you up. Your boyfriend knew of your dreams of studying various subjects, ‘collecting degrees’ as you’d call it, so you could make enough money to support the both of you with all your knowledge.

Your parents didn’t believe in such a thing. Old money comes with very old taste. Ever the old fashioned people they were, your parents kept you home- teaching you only the basic domestic things. Why would you need anything else? If you stayed their perfect princess, you’d be set for life.

The longer Seunghyun looks at you, the more his vision takes on a hazy aura. It’s subtle, one that he thinks is just the lighting.

Forehead pressing against yours, he’s placing a gentle kiss to your lips. It’s all soft breaths and gentle touches- lips interlocking so perfectly, he swears it could be a dream.

“Practice was good..” he responds in a hushed voice, a gentle hand tracing your cheek with the backs of his knuckles, “my body fuckin’ aches..” he groans with a sardonic laugh, “but we’re- we’re really expected to do well!”

He breathes a breath he didn’t know he was holding- it’s hopeful and soft. Maybe, just maybe, when this whole idol career kicks off he can whisk you totally away- prove your disapproving parents wrong and live a happy life taking care of you.

You stare at him in a way that has Seunghyun’s mind turning into mush. So proud, so happy- he’s not even making much money off this whole idol thing but here you are looking at him like he’s made millions off the songs BigBang puts out.

The thing is- they haven’t. It’s been hard. Seunghyun is living off sleep for dinner on most nights and here he is fantasizing about whisking you away from your sheltered life and running away to make a life with you.

It’s childish, truly. But the innocence of having this dream, holding onto the idea that this relationship you two had drove him to work harder.

“You’re already doing so well!!!” You giggle, “I made the chauffeur stop at the store the other day so I could pick up the first album!”

It’s adorable, the way your face scrunches into a small pout next, “but I didn’t pull your photocard….”

He can’t describe the feeling of profound admiration that surges through him. Your parents have forbade you from dating him like some medieval romance, told you time and time again that he couldn’t support you- but here you were, not a care in the world that he couldn’t shower you in pearls or diamonds like your parents had hoped.

The years he’s been with you, even as you go against the parents that seem to give you everything, you look to him like he’s everything you could have ever needed.

Soft silk pajamas, intricately decorated room, canopy bed, and everything at the tips of your fingers and you’d seem to give it up all for him. Whenever he’d call, his number put in your phone as one of your girl best friends, you’d come running or find away to sneak out to see him.

He knew you were sheltered, given no other option but to be such a way. Even influenced by these gaudy rich people that you were made to mingle with, you remained the most down to earth person he’s met. Humble, kinda and albeit a bit naive, you were perfect in his eyes.

Leaning in, he’s capturing your lips in a slow, gentle kiss that’s laced with gentle breaths. Seunghyun swears it feels like he’s in a dream. Every second his lips mold with yours, he’s feeling a blissful buzz wash over his body.

Your hands, nails manicured by a set he could only hope to pay for years later, grip at his shirt, pulling him down, pressing him impossibly closer.

Properly settling himself on top of you, his large frame cages you in, pressing you into the mattress, Seunghyun’s moves his lips against yours with a fervor that would make you think he’d never get to kiss you again.

You two know each other. Every reaction either of you two have, both of you are picking up on it. It’s a synchronized, intimate dance that’s so cohesive it’s dizzying.

The gentle kiss turns heated quickly. Seunghyun can never get enough of you. He’s gone weeks, months, years on some occasions- and no matter the length, even if just a few minutes- it’s always too long.

Nails raking against the back of his neck and threading through the short hairs that grow there, your back bows off the bed and you’re becoming a puddle under him. The kiss quickens pace, Seunghyun’s mouth working yours open.

When you whine into his mouth, body relaxing under his, he can’t help but slot his leg right between your thighs, hiking up that silk nightgown. With no panties, the contact hits you instantly, a moan ripped from your lips as the rough material of his jeans presses against your pussy.

Chuckling against your lips, Seunghyun is dropping a hand from your jaw to trail it down your neck and to the swell of your breasts. Greedy hands begin roaming wherever they please, committing every curve of yours to memory like he’d soon lose the option to touch you entirely.

“S-Seunghyunnn-“ you whine against his mouth, his name drug out into the cutest desperate whine. Shifting, pressing his leg harder into your hot cunt, you boyfriend laughs softly at your reaction.

“S-shhh baby….i know…” pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, you can feel him smile against your skin. Hands moving to your hips, he’s hiking them up off the bed and sliding your cunt once against his knee, “gotta be quiet, yeah…”

Teeth chewing your bottom lip so hard you’re sure you’ve made it bleed, you nod and loop your arms around his shoulders, nails tugging at his shirt, “mhmmm.” You whimper in a hushed voice, only loud enough for him to barely pick it up.

“I’ll take care of you…” his thumb rubs at your hip, lips trailing to your neck. Nuzzling himself right below your ear, you can feel him take a deep breath, “always will.. I promise…”

You smell so much like you. A uniquely you aroma that has him feeling at home. It’s something floral, oh-so sweet and intoxicating.

It’s been too long since he’s seen you last. He can’t remember the last time he’s gotten to touch you like this.

One hand moves inwards, pushing your nightgown up the rest of the way so he can properly see your pretty pussy. Picking himself up from your neck, he’s tilting his gaze down to look at your cunt.

Thumb pulling at your hood, revealing your clit to him, Seunghyun stares down at your cunt like it’s a work of art that was hand sculpted from the Devine artisans above, “so pretty baby…god, just so fucking pretty…”

Even with his gaze entirely fixed on your cunt, you know that he’s talking about all of you. He tugs a bit at the hood of your clit, just gently, watching the way your hole begins to squeeze around nothing.

“Y’already wet…” he chuckles, proudly. He’s barely done anything to you and here you are, cunt already glistening in anticipation for what he’s going to do to you, “you miss me that bad, sweetheart?”

He knows you did- you never hide it- he just needs to hear it.

“Y-yes…oh god, yes! M-missed you so bad.” Your voice is so cute, having taken on a creaky and wavering tone, “I-I hate being away from you..”

Seunghyun smiles, “I know, baby…” his thumb dips lower, taping directly on your clit, “soon we’ll be able to move where ever you want. Together. I’ll buy you a house wherever ya want with whatever you need.”

Drawing slow circles over the slick bundle of nerves, he could never get over how soft your pretty pussy felt under his fingers.

Part of him almost feels wrong touching you like this, even though he’d done it thousands of times over. Like a delicate flower, it’s almost as if he’s scared any touch would break you and make your very being dissolve under his finger tips.

Hips wiggling, your chin is tucked to your chest to try and watch his finger glide along your cunt. Long and nimble, the sight of his fingers dipping between your puffy folds is enough to make globs of your slick sap leak from your gooey hole.

“Hhngghhh- please..” you babble, “I-I’ve missed you so much.. need-needta feel you.” Slick cunt gliding up and down two of his fingers, you can feel the way they begin to press into you, the dull stretch not nearly enough to satiate you.

Eyes roaming, taking in every last detail to the way your hair is laid out over the pillow, the way your curves nestle into the plush sheets below you, the pretty little pout you have on your lips.

Maybe it’s the lighting but your eyes look hazy. Fuzzy almost.

“I know sweet girl…” your boyfriend mumbles from above you, fingers slowly fucking into your tight heat, “just gotta make sure you’re all ready f‘me…can’t hurt you…”

With that, he’s leaning back forward, chest pressed to yours, head dipping so his mouth can latch onto the swell of your breast. His fingers press deeper into you, the palm of his hand grinding down onto your clit.

You’re so messy- every bit of your wetness just testimony to how much he affects you. You’re always so response- so receptive- like you were made for him. There was something so pure and genuine that you’d be willing to offer yourself to him like this that makes his cock strain almost painfully against his pants.

The next couple moments seem to register in Seunghyun’s brain as blurs of colors and whispers of his name falling from his lips because soon he’s snapping out of what every haze he was in when the heat of your cunt begins to envelop his cock.

It’s blissful, pure ecstasy. The second the fat crown of his cock head is pressing into you, your body is arching into his and you let out the sweetest sound.

“H-hahhhh, ohgoddd- fuck, I-i missed you so much.”

You sound like an angel to him, voice swimming through his ears and adding to the white hot heat that runs down his back. Every inch that presses further into you has you crying out more, nails biting into the skin on his back.

Falling forward, placing his face right in the crook of your neck, Seunghyun presses himself impossibly closer. Your arms cradle him to you, hooked around him and anchored by manicured nails.

“I miss-missed you too..” he croaks out, finally sinking balls deep into your sopping cunt, “so much, baby…never wanna be away from you…”

He reaches so deep, your legs pressed open by the weight of his chest. Every inch of your cunt is ravished by his cock that bullies its way through your walls. Back bowing off the bed, you’re letting out a strangled gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“N-never…” you whimper back, a broken confession that you feel the same way. He could lose himself fully when he feels your arms tighten around him more, like you’re scared he’d leave or disappear, “Need you…A-always…”

Placing kiss after kiss on your neck, your boyfriend works your way up your jaw until he can finally kiss you again. Lips meeting in a heavy kiss that’s full of moans and spit, every second the kiss goes on Seunghyun thinks he might cum then and there.

“My s-sweet girl…I’ll never leave you…couldn’t..” he sighs against your lips, hips beginning a slow roll into your cunt. Each movement he makes lets out a loud, wet squelch- a noise there’s no way of muffling.

He feels the way your body gives into him completely, melting underneath his frame. Scooping one arm under your back, he’s propping your hips up and driving his cock soooo deep until the tip is nestled against your cervix.

“P-please…” you whimper, hips grinding against his, trying to get him to move faster, “need it- fuck y’stretching me so much…” eyes flicking down, you catch the way you’re split open on his cock, puffy lips splayed oh-so wide around the thickness he fucks into you.

Seunghyun nods, a smile breaking across his lips, “mhmmm…” he drawls lowly, “I am.. taking me so well pretty girl…”

He moves his free hand, pressing it down on your pubic bone and thumbing at your clit in soft figure eights, “yeah, you are…” Seunghyun says proudly, eyes fixed on the same view yours just were.

It’s dizzying- how small you look in comparison to him like this. Maybe it’s the way your cunt is squeezing him or it’s the tiring day he’s been through, but his vision is doing blurry once again.

Hips beginning to rock into yours with deliberate snaps, Seunghyun falls forward once more to hide his face in your neck. He wants to be close to you. As close as possible.

Skin slick with sweat, bodies pressed so close together, Seunghyun swears this is what heaven is like. Every sense he has is overwhelmed with you- just how he wants it.

At some point, the positions change and Seunghyun is graced with the view of you on top of him. Hands splayed on his chest, breasts bouncing, hips gyrating, you’re riding him into oblivion it seems.

You’re leaking around him, coating his shaft in your milky white, sticky slick that he could never get enough of. Hands gripping at your hips to aide you up and down his thick cock, Seunghyun is a mess below you.

“Y-you’re fucking perfect…” he groans, hands roaming your curves, grabbing everything he can reach. Groping at your tits, using them as leverage to fuck up into you Seunghyun feels boneless, “my beautiful girl…”

Biting his lip, your boyfriend takes in every bit of you. Fucking yourself on top of him, displaying yourself like this, it’s a type of intimacy that even as you’re making a mess on his lower abdomen- you’re so, so, so, ethereal.

“S-Seunghyunnnn- f-fuck, I-I…” voice broken and so high, he can tell you’re close.

Hands raking up your back, he pulls you flush with him, breasts pressed against his bare chest, every breath he makes is in time with yours, “I know….I g-got you…”

Growled right next to your ear, one of his arms is around your waist and splayed against your back the other curled upwards to cradle your head, Seunghyun is not that far off from his own end.

Cunt squeezing him like a vice, he can feel every thrum of your rapid heartbeat in your pulsing walls.

“S-Seung-“ you can’t even get the rest of his name out, whining so sweetly into his ear. Call him crazy, but he swears your moans are better than any music he could create.

“Mhmmm… that’s it, baby…” he mumbles, face nuzzling against your hair. His feet planted on the bed, his hips piston up into you violently. He almost feels bad, fucking his little angel so rough, but you’re taking it so well.

“I’m- fuck- I’m so so closeee.” You beg, hands crinkling the pillow on either side of his head, body relaxing completely to let him fuck into you like an animal. Everytime his hips snap up you can feel the wet slap of his balls against your ass.

“I know, sweet girl….ju-just let it go- fuckkkk- I got you, yeah? Cum f’me pretty.”

Your body locks up, responding to his words as if he has you under hypnosis. Cunt clamping down so hard like you’re trying to suck him in, Seunghyun’s thrusts falter just the slightest bit.

When he feels you soak him, cunt spasming wilding and creaming around his cock, Seunghyun is seeing white. Head tipping skyward he is moaning out a cry of your name and squeezing his eyes shut.

Breath catching, mind going blank, hips thrusting up shallowly, he’s fucking himself through his own orgasm.

Spilling over his abdomen with a broken cry of your name, Seunghyun’s breath is ripped from his lungs as his orgasm washes over him.

Eyes screwed shut and hand still gripping the base of his cock, the blissful aftermath of his orgasm is short and he’s becoming painfully aware of the mess that coats his stomach.

Peeling his eyes open, he’s met with the ceiling. But, it’s not the carved and artisanal painted ceiling of your house- no, it’s bland, flat, devoid of any sort of charming character.

And you’re not sat prettily on top of him, skin coated in sweat and staring down at him with a bashful look like you always did even after he’s fucked you dumb- no, why would you be. It’s been years since he’s seen you.

Releasing his dick with a hiss, it hits his stomach with a wet smack and sits softening in the puddle of cum. His hand falls to the bed next to him, palm up and covered in his spend.

He doesn’t reach to you. Why would he? With his eyes open the fantasy is ruined.

He’s not running to your house and climbing into your window- into your arms. How could he? That house has been abandoned for years, no one’s bought it.

He’s not laid on your bed and smelling your perfume and holding you close to him. It’s been far too long since then, the pillow he had that you used the couple times you stayed over has long since lost your scent.

Rolling his head to the side, he still finds himself looking at the empty side of his bed hoping he’d see you. It’s stupid, he knows he won’t.

He hasn’t for years.

The memory he uses to get himself off is only that- a memory. As the years pass, the details become blurry and Seunghyun doesn’t want to come to the terms that he’s beginning to forget what you sound like.

Eyes meeting just the normal left side of his room, bedside empty, he’s letting out an expectant breath that he knows he shouldn’t even bother with.

He wasn’t buried inside you. You’re not with him. How could you be? Your parents up and moved, taking you with them, years ago without warning.

Overseas, he heard, or maybe a different fucking country completely- he didn’t know, how could he? He didn’t mingle in the social circle that your parents forced you to- no one that knows where you may be would talk to him.

Anytime he texted your number it says disconnected. He still calls it from time to time, hoping that your sweet voice would come through the other end.

So even though he’s still covered in his cum, Seunghyun decides to go to sleep. Forgo a shower…he can clean he sheets and himself tomorrow.

Maybe if he goes to sleep, he can dream of an image of you. And for now, as his chest begins to shake with the sniffles that threaten to come on, that’s more than enough.

He knows how you get. Get a little high and he says something in a low voice or runs his hands along your curves for a little too long and you’re ready to tear his clothes off.

He’s strategic about it, letting you smoke at least half the blunt and get settled in bed. He’d ask you about your day, fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he hums along to your complaints of the workplace. Then his hands slip lower, running right above the waistband of your shorts.

A few sly comments here and there and his deft fingers working your cunt open for a minute and you’re stamping out the blunt and hiking his shorts down faster than he could even say your name.

And that’s how he gets to experience his favorite thing- getting head while getting high!

“Hey, slow down…take your time, yeah?”

You’re looking up at him and trying your best to glare at him with the way just the tip of his cock is stretching out your mouth. He’s completely naked, just like you are, laid up in the bed like he rules the world while you suck on his cock.

Thanos is lighting the blunt that you discarded, there’s more than half to smoke left and bringing it to his mouth. Even as he puffs on it a few times to get it rolling, his eyes never leave where his cock disappears into your mouth.

“Yeahhh there you go, jus’ like that sweet thing- oh fuckkk.”

Thanos head is tipping back against the pillows, thighs clenching under your hands as you swallow more of him. Your tongue is devious, always has been, you’re licking up and down the underside of his cock as you take every inch.

He lazily rolls his head back down to look at you, sucking another hit from the blunt. His free hand threads itself through your hair, pulling it back into a make-shift ponytail. “Mmm, fuck…always look s’pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

You pull him out of your mouth, dropping your jaw open and slapping the underside of his cock on your warm tongue with a heavy plap! plap! plap! Before taking him right back in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and slowly sinking back down.

Thanos laughs proudly, his painted nails scratch at your scalp as a small gesture of his praise, “you nasty bitch, fuck I love you.” He growls around the blunt.

You’re sucking in a deep breath and sliding him all the way down your throat, choking and spitting around him until your nose is pressed to the patch of hair that trails up his stomach. “Fucking hell! Tight fuckin’ throat.”

His voice is muffled by the smoke that billows out of his lips, his hand pushing you up and down his cock lazily, “always suck me so good baby, takin’ me alllll the way in that tight fuckin’ throat” He’s pushing you further down, nodding as you keep taking him despite the way you’re beginning to gag and choke.

The rapper coughs a bit as he chuckles, red eyes watching you like a hawk “you better get used to it because I’m about to fuck the shit out of your throat.”

You can’t help but moan around him, the thought turns you on more than it should. This turns you on more than it should. He’s making you do all the work as he smoke the rest of your blunt and talking like you’re just some fleshlight and not his girlfriend of 2 years.

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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.