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“what the fuck did you just say?” “su-bong, leave it alone.”

you never leave his side, like ever. if you’re in a game, voting, or just minding your business before lights out, his hand is practically glued to your waist.

he’s very large on pda, very large. it’s like his hand is magnetized to every part of your body. his hand is on your waist, lower back, thigh, or nape, or his fingers might just be interlocked with yours.

hates for you to call him thanos. it makes it sound like you’re just another random person to him and not his significant other. call him by his name, a nickname, or and pet name and he’s a goner.

he doesn’t want the other players to know the full extent of your relationship. while he wants them to know that you’re together, he doesn’t want them to be aware of how deep his love runs for you.

would actually lose his mind if anyone were to do as much as breath in your direction. he knows people in the games can’t be trusted and he knows that you know. yet, he can’t help himself but want to shield you from all of them.

gives you his food because he doesn’t want it. even if he had the appetite to eat, he’d still give you the majority of his meal.

“i’m not hungry.” “did i ask? now cmon, have mine.”

he stares at you when he thinks that no one else is watching. he adores you heavily, and he can’t do anything but helplessly glance at you.

whenever he touches you, he lets his hand linger for just a little bit too long. the feeling of your skin under his fingertips grounds him.

OUT THE GAMES

he will never leave your side. like ever. after the terror you’ve been through, he’d be damned if he let you slightly out of his sight.

surprisingly, nam-gyu is chill with you guys. the few times you’ve hung out with him, he’s been one of the calmest people you know, opposite to thanos.

he’s always there to listen to you. he’s always your shoulder to lean on no matter what.

takes you out on the most lavish dates. since the both of you are pretty rich now, he wants nothing more than to shower you in luxury.

“baby, let’s go out tonight.” “we literally went out last night.” “who cares? live life.”

he can’t fall asleep unless you're next to him. if you’re not aside him, he’d stay up for hours on end. he craves the feeling of your warm body next to him.

he wants to spend every waking moment with you. it’s to the point where it’s an unusual amount of time, but neither of you comment on it.

he writes all of his songs about you. you’re his muse who inspires all of his creativity. after the games, all of his songs suddenly became love songs.

everything he sees reminds him of you. minuscule things such as oversized hoodies, butterflies, and even strawberries.

“baby, i saw a strawberry ceramic cup and it reminded me of you.” “really?”

he can’t keep his hands off of you. wrapping his arms around you, putting a hand on your shoulder, or even having his hands on your waist. he’s so infatuated with you that it’s insane.

All your life, you had been a bundle of joy. Your kindness radiated off of you wherever you went. There was nothing that made you happier than helping those in need, saying hello to people passing on the street, or picking flowers for strangers. You had been a victim of bullying as a young kid, and from there on out you vowed to never treat anyone else the way you were treated. Thus, you earned the nickname ‘sunshine’.

That’s why many were confused as to how you ended up with Thanos. Your bubbly personality and his arrogant, stubborn, cocky personality clashed like fire and water. That was how the two of you worked, though. You were his sun, and him your moon. You kept him sane on his worst days, the reason that he was on the road to giving up his habits of drinking and taking pills. It wasn’t easy, and it had been a long journey. His rapping career had taken a nosedive, losing most of his money to crypto scams and stupid decisions. Before he met you his life had revolved around meaningless sex and drugs, partying every weekend until his brain turned to mush and he couldn’t feel anything. 

During the games, though, you had captured his attention like no one else ever had. He had been mildly confused at first. 

“Hey, Señorita. Why don’t you come and join my team, yeah? I, Thanos the great, will keep you safe.” He and his partner, player 124, snickered. His cockiness didn’t bother you, though. You beamed, eyes lighting up as you were thrilled somebody wanted you to join them.

“Really? Yeah, for sure!” Your reply was genuine, throwing Thanos off. Most girls played hard to get, adding an element of thrill for him. He loved the chase, and for the first time there apparently was no chase. He and Nam-gyu exchanged confused glances, with the latter looking disappointed.

“Yeah, never mind. We can find somebody el-” Thanos was quick to shut Nam-gyu up, a grin adoring his face. He threw his arm around your shoulder, giving you a squeeze. 

“Why would we need anyone else when we have this beautiful flower right here?” Thanos replied as he looked at you with his pupils blown wide. Instead of being scared away, you felt sympathy tug at your heart. You could tell that the purple haired man was struggling, fighting demons that only he knew about. With that, you decided to stick with him. And it stayed that way through the rest of the games. He tried many advances, and was only met with sincerity. His constant unnecessary flirting was met with smiles and laughter from you, so carefree that it genuinely confused him even in his incredibly high state.

He continued to watch you during the games and within the dormitory, noticing as your small acts of kindness didn’t just apply to him. He saw you give some of your food to Jun-hee, insisting that she eat more. When tension arose between players, you were there trying to break it up and most of the time, it worked. You tried to be there for Min-su when you could tell he was scared. After so long, Thanos began to grow a soft spot for you, though he would never show it.

Once the games had disbanded as the vote to leave finally won, he spent many days with you lingering in the back of his mind.  He returned to his old habits, knowing it wasn’t like him to let his thoughts be consumed by a woman. His fascination with you really just stemmed from how you managed to be a beacon of light even in the darkest of times, and how even if you were feeling low it would be impossible for anyone to tell. Everyone else's needs came before your own. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore and decided to seek you out. 

Now, while his life was still anything but quiet, he had you. While he had a funny way of showing his appreciation most of the time (he still held that same arrogant personality that you had come to know during the games), deep down he was grateful to have someone like you in his life. He knew the kind of person you were, and he couldn’t believe you stuck by someone like him. You two were walking in the street and a fan came up to him? You would quietly step back, a smile on your lips as you watched them interact. He had a show? You were there front and center every single time, being his biggest supporter. He slipped up and took a pill? You didn’t look at him differently or hold any ill will towards him. You’d stay by his side, making sure he was okay and fussing over him until he came down. That never came without a stern lecture though, of course.

What he absolutely hated, however, was when people took advantage of your kindness. There were bad people out there, but you tried to see through it, always trying to find the good in everyone. He considered you a doormat at times; you let people walk all over you just because you had such a good heart.

The two of you were walking down the street late at night. He had his hood up and sunglasses on, trying to mask his identity even though it was dark out. A cigarette was held loosely between his fingers, lazily taking a puff every now and then. You walked by his side, your fingers intertwined with his free ones. He always had to be touching you in some way whether it was holding your hand, his arm around your shoulder, or sliding his finger into the belt loop of your jeans. The man did not care about PDA, he just wanted to show you off and let everyone know you were his any chance he got. 

He was stressed, wanting nothing more than to get back to your shared apartment. He couldn’t wait to unwind and get into bed with you, imagining as you put on one of his shirts that was far too big for your frame. While he was lost in thought, he noticed that your hand had slipped out of his. Turning around, he inwardly groaned as he noticed that you had stopped by a man on the ground. He stopped, watching the interaction warily. While he knew that you were too sweet for your own good, he supported it, just always keeping a watchful eye on the situation. 

You approached the man, frowning as you felt the chill in the air. No one should have to live like this, you thought. It completely saddened you. 

“Hello sir,” you spoke softly as you began to pull money out of your purse. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for him to be able to get some food and hopefully some water. You could smell the alcohol wafting off of him, making your nose scrunch but that didn’t deter you. “Here. I hope this helps.” You held out the money towards him. He eyed you suspiciously, snatching it out of your outstretched hand. Before you could pull your hand away, he grabbed your wrist. Your smile faltered slightly. 

“You think this is enough, bitch?” He sneered, clearly very intoxicated. His grip on your wrist tightened and you winced, trying to pull it away. “I know you have more in there. Let’s see what else you got, huh?” He went to reach for the straps of your purse with his other hand. 

“Hey, motherfucker! I’ll fucking kill you for that!” 

Thanos shouted from behind you, wasting no time in storming up and swiftly kicking the man. The impact was enough to cause him to let go of your wrist and you stumbled back, eyes wide in shock. Thanos delivered a punch, and then another one, and you couldn’t bear to watch anymore. You knew he actually would kill the guy.

“Su-bong!” You yelled out, grabbing his arm and pulling him away with all of your strength. His nostrils flared, seething as he snatched the money right back out of the man’s hand. Instantly, you shook your head, pulling the cash out of your boyfriend’s hand. “Don’t kick him while he’s down.” You said quietly as you placed the money back down by the man, not concerned as he was too busy trying to catch his breath after having the wind knocked out of him. Thanos rolled his eyes so hard they could’ve gotten stuck in the back of his head. He quickly pulled you away, gripping your upper arm. 

“This is why I hate the way that you are sometimes, sunshine,” He hissed, and his words stung only for a moment as you knew he didn’t really mean it. “What if I wasn’t with you, huh? Then what?” 

“I’m completely capable of taking care of myself, Su-bong.” You murmured, shaking your arm out of his grasp. You rubbed your wrist with your free hand, already being able to see the redness forming under the street lights. He grumbled, cursing as he grabbed your hand. 

“Let me see.” He inspected your wrist, anger bubbling to the surface again. He whipped around and glared at the guy on the ground, causing you to grab his shoulder and force him to keep walking. You knew his temper was like a ticking time bomb, especially when it came to anyone messing with you or even so much as looking at you the wrong way. 

“It’s okay, my love. I’m fine, we’re fine. My wrist is okay. Relax.” Your reassuring voice spoke quietly as he looked down at you, that painfully optimistic smile plastered on your face. He stopped walking and grabbed your face, smashing his lips onto yours. You reciprocated, kissing him back with a softness that rivaled his neediness. 

“You drive me absolutely crazy, you know that señorita?” He whispered, peppering kisses on your jawline and down your neck as you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“I have to keep you on your toes somehow.” You joked as he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off of the ground momentarily as he squeezed you. 

“You sure do, sweetheart. I just want you to be careful, you know? You're too…nice, for your own good. Can’t have anyone taking advantage of my beautiful flower.” He growled, picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder like it was nothing. Your giggling fit continued at his dramatics, although you didn’t protest. He didn’t show his protective side often so when he did you secretly loved it. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Su-bong. You don’t have to worry,” And god, he hoped you were right. You had become his lifeline, the very thing keeping him on this Earth. His past meant nothing when he had a future with you in it. “As long as I have Thanos the great as my bodyguard, I don't have to worry.” He rolled his eyes at that comment, his free hand coming up and smacking you on the ass. He heard you gasp and could almost feel the wind up as you did it back, making him chuckle. 

“Alright now, my sunshine. Let’s get you back to the safety of my bed.” He hadn’t put you down but you didn’t mind even if you were getting slightly lightheaded. You whispered an ‘I love you’, so quiet he almost didn’t catch it. He did, though, and his breath hitched. You knew he wasn’t good at showing his emotions, so whenever you did tell him you loved him you took no offense when he didn’t directly say it back. Most times, he deflected and would just answer with something along the lines of ‘yeah, you too’. He was far from the sappy type, the polar opposite of you. This time, however, you heard him loud and clear when he whispered it back. A jolt of shock ran through your body, not expecting this to be the moment he finally said what you’d been waiting to hear. 

“Wow, you must’ve really been worried about me, huh?” You couldn’t help but ruin the moment.

“Aye, don’t push it now. Next time I’ll stand by and let him rob you.”

It is interesting though, the longer the relationship progresses I can see both of them beginning to do actions a kin to aftercare as silent gestures of affection they have no idea they’re doing. Holding you longer because they don’t want to let you go, massaging you because they just like the feeling of your skin under their hands. Like they do it, they just don’t think about it.

If you tell them, bring it up, teach them the aftercare you need, they’re learning and doing. They’re not dumb, they just need direction!! Nam-Gyu is better at the physical aspect of it- holding you, peppering you with gentle kisses and kind praises. Thanos is better at the acts of service- getting water, a cold rag, running a bath. They each have their own strengths!

As they get better at aftercare, they either use it as a competition- trying to get more brownie points with you and butter you all up or they work together so well it’s nearly scary.

B - Body part (favorite body part of theirs and yours)

Nam-Gyu’s favorite body part of his is definitely his hands. Call it cliche idk, 100% his hands. He can’t get enough of how they look when digging into the fat of your hips or grabbing at your waist. He is feral for the way his rings will imprint lil’ bruises into your skin. Hand on your neck?? Yeah he defiantly has pictures upon pictures of that. Drives him mad!!! Sometimes, just the ability to touch you, to feel you under his palms reminds him of the life he’s living and the beauty of what he has.

Nam-Gyu’s favorite body part of yours is your neck. He loves biting it and marking it up. He will leave hickeys in the most obvious places- right on your throat, a large one right at your pulse point, his smile widening as you scold him once again for leaving a mark where your shirt can’t cover it for work. Pearl necklaces?! Oh that man is straddling your chest and jerking himself off over your neck and face just to see the way it pools between your collar bones and throat. He also loves it because anytime he lays on top of you, he can nuzzle himself perfectly into the crook of your neck and be surrounded by the scent of you.

Thanos’s favorite body part of his is his back- that’s where his tattoo is!!! But that’s also where your scratches are basically scarred into his back from how good he fucks you!! He’s obsessed, so much so he has a full photo album on his phone that is pictures of his back- some are just him admiring the heavy ink that trails down his spine others are him proudly showing off trails of red that came from your nails. It drives him crazy when you clutch him, hands clawing at his back and they can’t even reach all the way around him, your fingertips inches away from his spine. god, it makes him feral!!!

Thanos’s favorite body part of yours is your waist. Like magnets are imbedded into his hands, they are always attached to your hips. To him that’s like the golden middle point, any further down he gets to palm at your sweet ass and if he goes higher, fingers tickling your spine to make you shiver against him. He also is a menace, using it as leverage to fuck you down on to him and Nam-Gyu’s cock harder.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

Oh, easy money, first choice both of them want to cum in you- at the same time. That’s heaven to them- their cocks pressed against each other, being surrounded by your gooey walls as they paint your insides. The idea that their cum is mixed in you in some kind of nasty pool that floods your cunt?!? They’re addicted.

However!!! Let’s talk about their second fave place to cum!!

Nam-Gyu like I said, face and neck. He gets off seeing your lashes clump together with his cum, one eye held closed as another fat glob lands on your eyelid. It’s like a dog marking his terriory. The way the milky ropes paint your lips only to be licked away by your eager tongue?! SOLD!!

Thanos he loves cumming on your pussy. Not in it. On it. He loves pulling out last fucking second and messily cumming all over your swollen cunt. He shakes his cock making sure allll of it drops to your puffy folds before smearing around with his softening cock. Like a heinous, sticky painting, Thanos thinks your pussy covered in his cum is a piece of art unlike any other.

Also! Nam-Gyu cums so much, like it’s honestly ridiculous at points, fat, thick, streams of cum jet out his reddened slit with a velocity that has you feeling every rope. Thanos, however, leakkkksss!!! God, it’s so much pre-cum that you could swear he nutted all over himself. Shameless about it too, makes a mess in his boxers before you pull them down and makes you clean it all up.

D - Dirty Secret (what is a dirty secret they have?)

Nam-Gyu is a panty stealer 1000%. He keeps it hidden well- only taking one pair every couple months.

He’s grossly strategic about it too, when you’re in the shower and ask him to get your clothes he’s picking the most mundane pair you know you won’t realize is gone. Then, when you change for the day, discarding your panties in the hamper haphazardly, Nam-Gyu is right behind you, taking them out of the hamper. Wraps them around his cock and fucks them when he’s alone, cumming all over them and placing them right back in the hamper.

Thanos gets insanely jealous but he goes out of his way to make himself jealous. He knows his triggers and he’s aware of how jealous he can get- but he doesn’t care. He’s doing every single one of those things and making himself jealous.

He’s looking at your followers and scrolling through seeing all the men that follow you. It’s weird, he hates it, hates knowing that they’re seeing whatever you post even if it’s nothing- but he loves the thrill it gives him, the small spark of rage that he can use to fuck you into a mindless heap, ‘proving’ to himself that he and Nam-Gyu are the only ones for you.

Sometimes He will deliberately make himself feel ‘left out’ of whatever you and Nam-Gyu are doing so he can catch an attitude and have a reason to argue just so all three of you have angry, rough sex.

E - Experience (how much exp. do they have in bed)

Out of the two of them Thanos has more experience. But they are both so inexperienced with threesomes. Genuinely took so much work to get a good flow going with all three of you.

Nam-Gyu has experience but nothing insane. A hook up here or there, he’s done it. I feel like out of the two he’s probably more likely to have a somewhat ‘steady’ relationship in the past- like a three month friends with benefits fling that he used to get his nut in on long work days or a ‘no labels but more than fuck buries’ thing that lasts maybe four months.

Also he’s maybe even used a glory hole before. All relatively vanilla. Oddly enough though, you bring something up to try and he does it so perfectly on the first try you would think he has a body count that has more digits than a phone number. Eager learner too, tell him what you want and he’s doing it.

Thanos has more experience but needs more direction. He has so much experience to the point where he was too cocky to start. All the one night stands or hookups weren’t things that he could learn from. They wouldn’t stay and teach him how to angle his hips just right or the difference between lying your tongue flat vs pointed when eating a girl out.

It’s like if he studied for a test last minute and managed to get a 78%

He knew what he was doing but it was lack luster. Again, you had to train him. He used to have a mindset that mostly every girl was the same, you could use the same moves over and over and it would work like a charm.

F - Favorite Position

If it’s just you and Nam-Gyu, Nam-Gyu wants to fuck you from behind in a headlock. Theres something about the way your ass slams against his hips and your hands claw at his bicep that make his cock sooooo hard. He’s able to get right next to your ear and tell you how much of a whore you are for letting him fuck you like that. He can drive his cock so deep into you that he swears he can feel your heartbeat at the tip of his cock. Enough said.

If it’s you Nam-Gyu and Thanos, Nam-Gyu loves when you’re on top of him and Thanos takes you from behind. Both of them stuffed deep into your cunt. There’s not a feeling like it, warm cunt pulsing around him as Thanos’s cock drags against his. Oh god, and hearing your noises perfectly!!! Your mouth right next to his ear as you let out pathetic moans and whimpers.

If it’s just you and Thanos, he needs you to ride him reverse cowgirl. Ride him until he’s blowing load after load into you and he’s tearing up- the man needs it. The way your ass jiggles against him as you ride him has the man hypnotized. He loves when you arch yourself real low so he can see the mess he’s made of your pussy. It’s maddening, sticky webs of his pre-cum and your arousal stuck to your ass- he 100% is grabbing both cheeks and fucking up into you like a rabid animal.

If it’s you, Thanos and Nam-Gyu, Thanos loves when they fuck you while they’re standing. You always look so cute n helpless squished between them, especially when Nam-Gyu is fucking your weeping cunt and Thanos gets to fuck your ass. Feeling so full, you’re just letting them use you, entrusting them whit your pleasure fully. He also loves how whiny you get when he and Nam-Gyu make out over your shoulder. You could be stuffed full of their cocks and still not have enough attention you needy thing!!

G - Goofy (how un-serious are they during sex)

Depends on if they’re high or not and what they’re on. Genuinely they flip flop between being lil shits and joking like they’d be playing with each other and joking while they eat you out or literally being so stone cold serious about fucking you that it’s nearly scary (in such a good way tho)

Out of the two of them, Thanos is definitely the more goofy one. He’s the type of person to try and say something sexy, stutter, then make fun of himself for it all while he’s giving you the most devious backshots without missing a beat. While Nam-Gyu would be the one to tell him to “shut the fuck up and focus” with teeth gritted trying to match Thanos pace from under you.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

Nam-Gyu keeps himself heavily trimmed- like not shaven fully bald but just enough that it tickles your clit when he fucks you so deep you’re tasting his pre-cum in the back of your throat. Has a happy trail too.

Thanos is kinda shameless about it, doesn’t care one way or another. Like if you tell him a preference he will shave or trim but the fucker has 100% grown it out, tried to bleach it and dye it purple before. That was so traumatic (bleach near his dick was obvi not a good idea) that now, he keeps it pretty much shaved. If there’s no hair there- there’s no impulse to try it again. But sometimes he’s lazy and lets it grow <3

I - Intimacy (how intimate are they during sex)

If you were to not ask them to go slow or be caring, they’re gonna default to rough sex that has you thinking they hate you. They just can’t help it. But!!! They do have their moments of intimacy!

Nam-Gyu gets all soft when you’re tired. He coddles you and does all the work, ringed hands running up and down your body in feather light touches, praising you for just letting him touch you. He’ll direct Thanos- making him go slower or talk softer because their sweet girl just needs to be fucked to sleep and how is she supposed to do that with Thanos so eager in rough :((

Nam-Gyu becomes more intimate when you’re more vulnerable- sick, tired, upset- if you’re wanting to fuck he’s so soft and caring because, to him, you letting him do that while you’re in that state is an ultimate form of devotion.

Thanos becomes more intimate in random moments. It’s small things that set him off. Maybe it’s the way you looked at him while he was fucking your face, eyes glinting in a certain way that just makes you look so, so adorable- his hips slow down and his hands cradle your face, brushing your cheeks. Or!! Maybe it’s something you said- a simple ‘all for you’ has him melting.

The little things you do make him change from rough, mean thrusts to the soft roll of his hips as he cradles you against him. The little intricacies you have remind him that really only him and Nam-Gyu know you.

J - jerking off (yall can understand that one)

So they really don’t do it often often, I mean with the three of you if they wanna bust a nut- they have someone to do it with.

If it’s all three of you home- why would they jerk off??? If they just have you, of course they’re gonna choose your sweet cunt over their hands. And if you’re gone they’re 100% getting each other off in your absence.

Both of them do it to tease for the most part in your relationship- leaving the door open while they jerk off just so one of you can catch them and start a nasty fuck sesh or leaving porn up, casted to the TV to give you an idea for a new position.

K- Kinks

Nam-Gyu is a slut for food play- specifically because he likes you licking him. Trail whip cream down his body and lick it up while keeping eye contact and he’s cumming all over his stomach.

He’s also loves choking/breath play- but both ways!!! He loves seeing his hands around your neck as a custom necklace, applying just the slightest bit pressure to watch your eyes widen and roll back in pleasure. But when you’re choking him?!? Oh he’s a bitch!! Saying things like

“Come on you can do better than that.”

“Harder, baby. You’re not a weak lil’ thing, harder.”

Thanos loves body marking / writing. He wants to take a sharpie to you body and write all sorts of things- his name, arrows to your pussy saying ‘cum here’, things of that nature. He wants to fuck you to the point you’re sweaty and covered in his cum, the ink running into illegible blobs.

He also is a slut for public sex / risky places. The idea and thrill of being caught gets him feral. He loves going out to dinner and fingering you under the table, coaxing Nam-Gyu to get in on the fun to make you a shivering mess. Loves being the couple in the club that other people look at and go “oh…I think they like…might actually be fucking on the dance floor.”.

Will have you on your knees in the back hall of some venue he had a show at, growling down at you as you suck him off

“Bet you’re soaked. Idea of being caught turn you on? Someone could come round this corner n see you with a mouth full of dick… Fuckin slut just loves my cock too much huh?!” And when you look up at him and nod, cheeks puffed out from his cock- he’s cumming straight down your throat and moaning load enough for the whole venue to hear.

L- Location (where they down to fuck)

Lmao literally anywhere. I can’t even try to pretend and be cute about it.

They definitely prefer home and in bed becuase it is comfy and allows you three to go at it like rabbits- no restraint.

But the have 100% fucked you in a car, an alley, club - idc you name it they find a way. Like you’d think having a threesome in a small sedan would be hard, but you three make it work!!! If they’re horny they’re gonna have you.

The risk factor of the location depends on how high they are.

M- Motivation (what gets them going’)

Nam-Gyu gets turned on so easy by knowing that you know him. Like when you remember his favorite candy that he brought up once on a random drunken outing? Yeah he wanna eat you out bad for that. When you remember the specific shampoo he likes and go out of your way to buy it at a different t store? You’re getting cracked sooooo good.

Thanos gets turned on when you copy him. Theres something about you picking up his mannerisms that makes him so so hard. When he says stupid slang terms that he picked up online that neither you nor Nam-Gyu know about and then weeks later you’re using it?! Mhmmmm, he’s gonna eat you out from the back. You do the ‘thanos world’ lil thing he does and you’re actually not gonna be able to walk lol.

N - No (something they absolutely wouldn’t do)

Adding someone else into the relationship or even having a one night stand as a foursome. Absolutely not. You have the two of them what could you possibly want someone else for?!? They’re too possessive as is- they don’t need someone else in the mix.

O - Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving?)

Nam-Gyu prefers giving. Thanos prefers receiving. Though their favorite thing to do of all time, is gonna be eating you out at the same time so they can make out over your sloppy cunt <3

Nam-Gyu doesn’t mind receiving, but he doesn’t get as much enjoyment out of it as he does having your pussy on his tongue. Your throat is heavenly, but fuck your pussy is so soft and warm and he can never get enough of your slick. He’s eating you out and slurping your cum out of you like a fiend.

Thanos also loves eating your pussy, he could do it for hours- have you sat on his face as he sucks on your cute clit. There’s something about being balls deep in your throat, your spit bubbling around him and dirtying your face that he could never replace. You always look so fuckin’ cute on your knees too!! Tears welling up in your eyes and lashes clumped together, he could fuck your face for hours.

P - Pace (are they fast n rough or slow n gentle)

lol……do I have to even say it?! Fast and rough. Both of them have so much pent up energy that when they get to fuck- they’re going all out.

However !!!! These fucks are orgasm deniers in the worst way. They know your body- they know exactly how your cunt spasms when you’re getting close. When they feel it- they’re both slowing down, alternating their deep rough thrusts to long devious strokes that has you on the precipice of cumming but not quite. The make you feel every inch, rolling their hips to grind their cocks into you before picking their pace up and destroying your sweet cunt <3

Q - Quickie (they down for them??)

at base line, yes both of them are so down for quickies. Thanos is more for them than Nam-Gyu though.

Thanos loves a quickie!! Getting just a few moments to sink his cock into your gooey pussy and have you cream around him?! Yes please!! Getting to fuck your mouth while he watches Nam-Gyu ruin your ass when he has to be on stage in 6 minutes? Ohhhh yeah!!!

Nam-Gyu likes them but more often than not they’re never quickies when he’s involved. He says it’s a quickie then he’s fucking load after load of cum into your cunt. Claims he just needs a quick lil blowjob to get him through his shift? He’s fucking your face and extending his lunch break.

R - Risk (how likely are they to take risks?!)

So likely lol. They straight up Eiffel Towered you in the back of a club before because they couldn’t make it home.

To them- so what if they get caught?! The person is either gonna leave or stare and with how good you are for them- whoever caught you can look but definitely not touch

S - Stamina (how many rounds?!)

Depends on if they’re on drugs and what they’re on. As a general idea Nam-Gyu can last 3-4 and Thanos has a bigger range of 3-6.

They work together so often that their stamina doesn’t particularly matter.

Nam-Gyu is spent and damn near shooting blanks but you still need to be fucked?! He’s letting Thanos fuck you from behind while he’s under both of you- watching how you pussy takes his boyfriend’s cock. He’ll lift his head up and run his tongue down your clit, making sure to catch the shaft of Thanos’s cock.

“So messy~~ god you’re so needy sometimes, baby…Thanos just has to ruin your poor cunt for you to be satisfied, huh?”

Thanos is tired and abs are sore from pumping load after load of cum into you? He’s setting you up nice on top of him, ass arched at the perfect angle for Nam-Gyu to fuck into your sweet cunt from behind. As you’re fucked mindless on top of him, Thanos is cooing praises down at you.

“Ohhhhh I know, he’s big, hmmm? Yeahhh, there you go- fuck yourself back on ‘Gyu like ya need”

T - toys (do they use them? Like them?)

Yes!!! YES LAWD!!! yall are in a throuple, your boyfriend has a boyfriend and you think they don’t like toys?!????

They love using any type of vibrators on you- they’ll pin your legs open and level their face with your pussy while they turn on the vibrator so they get a first class view of how your hole twitches and leaks globs of sticky slick.

They also love using dildos on you. They use them as a punishment. You’ve been bratty? They’re edging you with the dildo and denying you their cocks that you want to cum on so badly.

Bonus points if it’s one of those glass dildos so they can literally see inside you, see your walls clench and pulse around the toy as they fuck you with it.

Oh, and they both take your strap!! they pick out different shapes dildo attachments <3 Nam-Gyu likes the thicker ones while Thanos likes the longer ones, they really do balance each other out.

U - Unfair (how unfair are they?!)

So unfair that it’s horrible sometimes. Both of them on their own are such teases. Together?!? It’s maddening.

They don’t consider it fucking you unless you’re writhing and begging for their cock or to cum or even just to touch them!

Nam-Gyu is more unfair than Thanos. Thanos has a habit of breaking anytime he sees your cute pout or hears you begging for too long- Nam-Gyu is the one that has to pull him back so he doesn’t make you cum.

V - Vocal (how vocal are they?!)

Nam-Gyu starts off as quiet- soft grunts and huffs as both him and Thanos start fucking you. You can hear the way he tries to hold them in and suppress them, each grunt dying out into more of a whine.

If you start talking he starts talking. Once you get him going he’s not shutting up and god damn Nam-Gyu’s mouth is filthy. He gets mouthier as he gets closer to cumming. His words get choked and creaky and when he does cum he gasps and whimpers- choking out your name or expletives in a pathetic whine.

Thanos is far from quiet. He’s rambling off filthy things, praising you for how you take him. The rougher he gets the meaner his words become, calling you his slut and many others. Sometimes he rambles, getting lost in the feeling and speaking every little thing he thinks. He could be balls deep in you and you’re still blushing with the shit he says.

When Thanos cums, he’s cursing and growling. It’s a low rumble that is almost three octaves lower than his normal voice. It’s almost always hissed out through clenched canines.

W - Wild card (random sexy hc abt them)

Nam-Gyu is a slut for cockwarming. He wants you sat pretty on his cock while he play video games or just lounges around. He wants to fall asleep with his cock stuffed in your pussy.

Thanos thinks there is nothing hotter than getting to lick your pussy clean of the cum they unloaded into you. However, if you bring it up there’s a 50/50 chance he’s gonna deny it straight up even with cum on his lips.

X - X-ray (what’s below the belt)

Nam-Gyu is thick with a slight upwards curve. 6.5in when soft and about 7.5-8in when hard. Prettiest pink shaft with a darker, fat mushroom tip. Sometimes when he’s hard it’s so heavy it genuinely can’t stand on its own. Has his prince Albert pierced- got it done drunkenly and forgets about it for the most part until you play with it with your tongue.

Thanos is thinner than Nam-Gyu but long as mf. 7.5in when soft 9in when hard. Like it’s kinda insane. Has multiple thick veins running along the shaft that you can feel anytime he fucks you.

Both of them are banned from wearing grey sweatpants outside the house.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

You could look at them and they’re wanting to fuck.

They can’t get enough of you. If they could they’d fuck like rabbits- nearly all day every day.

The only time their sex drive is lower than yours is when you’re ovulating. Then the mf are having to take turns and tap out like some wwe wrestling match.

Z - Zzzzzz (how quick do they go to sleep after sex?)

Nam-Gyu is falling asleep almost instantly. Spent and in the blissful post-nut haze, he wants nothing more than to curl up with you and fall asleep. He literally doesn’t care if you’re covered in cum- you two can shower in the morning.

Thanos is staying up a bit- very rarely does he fall asleep right after sex. He’s wanting to shower and scroll on his phone for a bit, you and Nam-Gyu tucked into his sides. Eventually he falls alseep, after like four YouTube videos on a guy chemically changing styrofoam into a cinnamon candy.

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thanos's private lounge has the lights flickering. it is soft and on beat as his new rap track blasts through the speakers.

it's his debut song on his next album. it has a dramatic 90s nostalgic beat and gritty lyrics that echo in your ears.

you're su-bong's closest friend, you've been before he started his rap career and the whole dyed hair thing. however, you've always had a way of showing support that's more than words.

tonight, after the small crowd of thano's friends disperses, you pull him into an intimate space, the door clicking shut behind you.

su-bong had doubts about his album, wondering if he was missing something in each of his songs. however, you know his music is good, and will take off on the charts.

"let me show you how fire your music is," you whisper against thano's ear, teasing.

thanos sinks into his plush leather couch, his eyes locking onto yours with a signature smirk. the bass thumps heavy, vibrating through your body as you straddle his lap without hesitation.

your hips sway to the rhythm, slow at first, grinding down against the growing bulge in his baggy jeans.

the fabric of your tight black skirt rides up your thighs, exposing more skin as you press your clothed core right against his hardness.

grinding your hips the dry humping starts subtle as your pussy rubs along the length of his cock through the layers of clothing, the friction building heat inside both of your bodies. when thanos leans his head back, taking a smoke of a blunt he had on the coffee table, you lean in close making your breasts brush against his chest.

seeing the smoke come out of thano's mouth after he exhales, you move your hands into his hair and lightly, you tug, pulling his head back just enough to expose his neck again.

he groans, the sound mixing with the rap's aggressive flow.

your movements pick up with the beat... faster now, circling your hips in tight loops, humping harder against him. thano's hands grip your waist, guiding you, but you control the pace with rolling your ass back and forth, feeling his dick twitch beneath you.

the chorus hits, and you grind deeper, your clit aching from the pressure against his metal jean zipper.

light pulls on his hair keep su-bong arched as your lips grazing his ear.

you murmur how the lyrics make you wet. this makes thano's groan with sweat beading on his forehead. you hump more and the dry friction teasing you both to the edge.

your thighs clench around him, bodies syncing to every drop in the track.

it's just lap dancing, no penetration, but the intensity builds like the song's chorus.

as the final verse fades, you slow, still straddling him.

thano's eyes burn with wanting more but you smile, knowing you've proven the song's authenticity.

masterlist

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.