namgoonette

MASTERLIST

→choi subong/thanos:

salvatore → nsfw

cyber sex → nsfw

be my once in a lifetime → nsfw

amateur porn → nsfw

period survival guide

first kiss

burning desire → nsfw

more thαn α good fuck → nsfw

under your spell → nsfw

pull over → nsfw

public secret → nsfw

music to my ears → nsfw

champions → nsfw

gay bestfriend → nsfw

my safe place → nsfw + dark

thanos alphabet nsfw

thanos is the type of guy to

subby subongie → nsfw

sugar baby → nsfw

series:

lolita → nsfw

part 1

part 2

part 3

daddy’s girl

part 2

→thangyu

the day thanos realized something was deeply fucked up with him was when he got into that fight with mg coin in the club pentagon bathroom mid piss. he couldn't even explain the gross, twisting feeling in his stomach, but seeing myunggi standing there like that, exposed and completely vulnerable at the urinal, made his head spin with pure hate. worse than that, he was actually a little turned on by the sight. he would never admit that shit out loud to a single soul, not even to himself. he spent the whole night trying to figure out if it was just myunggi that was messing with his head, or if it was the act itself. but he quickly told himself it couldn't be about myunggi, because he had beat the absolute hell out of the guy before he even had the chance to finish peeing.

the second time it hit him was after you two started dating. by then, he had already seen every single inch of your body, so nothing was supposed to shock him anymore. he was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, completely focused on styling his messy purple hair into his usual devil horns, when you casually walked in. without saying a word, you pulled down your pants, sat right on the toilet, and started peeing.

thanos froze, completely flabbergasted. to him, that was supposed to be something super private that nobody ever saw. or maybe he was just trying to rationalize why the sharp sound of your warm stream hitting the water sent a sudden rush of blood straight down to his pants. time literally felt like it was moving in slow motion. he stood there with a blob of hair gel drying on his fingers, totally mesmerized, his heavy eyes completely locked on you as he watched your body relax on the seat. his shaft gave a hard, noticeable twitch against his boxers, growing thicker by the second just from the sound and the view.

"what?" you asked, feeling his intense, confused eyes burning into the side of your face.

"what are you doing?" he asked, his voice low and raspy.

"... peeing?" you replied, looking at him like he was crazy.

"couldn't you have waited until i was done in here?" he asked, trying to sound annoyed to hide how hard his heart was pounding.

"i really needed to go," you said with a small shrug. "and besides, why is that even bothering you? acting like you've never seen me naked before." you let out a little chuckle.

"it's not that..." he mumbled, his jaw clenching as he stared down at you. "this is different."

the stream slowed down until the very last drop of piss hit the bottom of the toilet bowl. you grabbed some paper, wiped yourself clean, and pulled your underwear and pants back up. the whole time, you could feel his piercing, heavy gaze tracking your every move.

"okay, now you're making it weird," you said, standing up.

"sorry," he muttered with a quiet, breathy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "can't really help it."

you stepped over and pushed him out of the way with your shoulder so you could wash your hands at the sink.

"so, what now? are we just supposed to pee in front of each other like it's normal?" he asked, genuinely confused, his mind still reeling from how fast his body had reacted to you.

"well, yeah?" you replied, turning the water off and wiping your hands on a towel. "don't tell me you didn't do that in your previous relationships."

he frowned his eyebrows in total confusion, his forehead crinkling up. "no? why the fuck would i?"

his serious tone made you burst out laughing. "so you're telling me no girl has ever seen you pee before?"

he shrugged, staring down at his designer socks. "i mean, besides at a public urinal next to random guys... no. no girl has ever seen me do it. And neither have i seen them do it"

you looked at his flushed face and decided to use your best puppy eyes to manipulate him. "so... can i be the first one? can i hold it for you while you do it?"

the request shocked him so hard his eyes went wide. he had never in his life thought about something like that, but the sudden mental image of you looking up at him while he was completely exposed and helpless in your hand made his stomach flip with dark heat. the sheer vulnerability of it was turning him on way too fast.

he let out a heavy, defeated sigh. "fine..."

you let out a quiet cheer, grabbing his arm and pulling him over to the toilet. you positioned him right in front of the bowl, stepping up close behind him. your fingers reached around his waist to untie the strings of his baggy sweatpants. you didn't pull his pants or boxers all the way down, just enough to tug his length out into the cool air.

to your absolute surprise, he was already semi-hard in your palm, his thick skin warm and heavy. it made you laugh softly under your breath. why the hell was he already getting hard out of nowhere?

"why are you kinda hard?" you asked, looking up at him.

he let out a low chuckle, his throat working as he swallowed hard. "i just watched my girl half naked on the toilet, don't you think that's gonna do something to me?"

"i'll take that as a compliment," you replied, your fingers wrapping firmly around his shaft.

"you should," he muttered, his head tilting back as a long, shaky sigh escaped his lips.

having you grip him right there made him feel completely bare. peeing with a half-erection was already annoying and difficult on its own, but having another person physically holding his dick over the bowl turned it into a completely different experience. it wasn't like cumming at all—cumming was an intense, frantic rush where he wanted to push hard and lose control, but this required him to completely relax his body, drop his tough guard, and let himself be totally soft and vulnerable under your touch while you controlled his body.

he stood there for a few seconds, his chest heaving, but nothing was coming out.

"why aren't you peeing?" you asked softly, gently squeezing him.

"it's hard when i'm kind of hard," he rasped, his cheeks turning a deep red. "plus, you holding it right now is not fucking helping. my brain just wants to leak pre-cum because your hand feels too good."

you stroked him just a tiny bit, making his breath hitch. "try."

he closed his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath to calm his racing pulse and relax his tense muscles. slowly, the valve released. a heavy, warm stream finally broke through, splashing directly into the water below. the sound was loud in the quiet bathroom. you watched closely as his pink, rose-tipped head glistened, the skin stretched tight, pulsing slightly as the warm liquid flowed out of him. he couldn't even look down; he kept his eyes locked on the ceiling, his breathing shallow and ragged, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the sink to keep his balance while you held his dick steady for him.

when the stream finally tapered off into a few slow, heavy drips, you gently shook the tip for him, making sure he was clean, before tucking his length back into his underwear. but as soon as your fingers grazed the sensitive skin to pull his pants back up, he twitched violently. he had grown so much bigger and thicker just from your touch that his pants were struggling to cover the full, angry outline of his stone-hard erection.

he looked down at the massive bulge straining against his grey sweatpants, then looked back at you with a half-dazed, half-smirking expression.

"fuck," he laughed softly, shaking his head. "i'm calling you into the bathroom anytime i need to pee from now on."

you both chuckled, the tension melting away into sweet intimacy. you patted his hip, washed your hands one last time, and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him standing there in front of the mirror with a huge, throbbing erection trapped inside his pants.

and even after that, thanos still stubbornly refused to admit that he had a weird, dark leaning toward piss.

was it the liquid itself? the raw, total vulnerability of it? was it seeing his favorite person completely lose control in front of him? or was it seeing his least favorite person stripped of all their dignity? none of those questions had a clear answer, but no matter how hard his ego tried to deny it, his body still kept getting turned on by it every single time.

he definitely enjoyed the power trip of seeing other people completely break down and let themselves go right in front of him. but the thought of himself being the one to lose control like that? that was still very much open for debate.

the whole thing started over something stupid on the couch. you were sitting on his lap in just one of his massive, faded graphic tees and a thin pair of pink lace panties, while he was energy drinks  all afternoon while working on beats, but he was just too lazy to get up and go to the bathroom. at first, he was just idly resting his hands on your waist, half-watching a show, but then you shifted, tilting your head up to capture his lips in a slow, heavy kiss.

the second your lips met his, thanos let out a low, breathy hum into your mouth. his hands slid from your waist down to your thighs, hitching your legs over his lap so you were straddling him completely. as you climbed on top of him, the sudden shift in weight pressed your core directly down against his crotch.

a sharp, involuntary gasp ripped straight through his throat. beneath the soft cotton of his sweatpants, you could physically feel his dick swell, twitching hard and growing noticeably larger and thicker right between your legs.

"fuck, baby..." he muttered against your lips, his deep voice dropping into a raspy, vibration-heavy register. "look at you... couldn't even let me finish the episode?"

"It can wait," you whispered, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth and giving it a gentle tug before leaning down to press soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline and down his sensitive neck.

he let out a needy, quiet whimper, his head rolling back against the leather couch cushions as his fingers tangled tightly into the hem of your shirt. every time you shifted your body, the friction of your thin pink lace panties sliding over his rough grey sweatpants sent a jolt straight to his core. the moment your clothed clit pressed right against the thick, rock-hard length tucked inside his pants, a heavy shockwave went straight to his brain.

he let out a low, guttural growl, his tatted hands instinctively snapping around your hips, digging in with white-knuckle force to pull you flush against his pelvis.

"yeah, right there... don't stop," he rasped, his eyes glassy and dark with sudden, blinding lust as his breath hitched.

it felt way too good. you were already turned on, feeling the intense heat coming off his body and hearing the pathetic, desperate noises slipping from his throat, so you began to rhythmically grind yourself down on his erection. the friction of your wet lace sliding over the heavy cotton of his pants, right over his stone-hard shaft, was driving both of you completely crazy.

inside his head, thanos was completely spiraling. his mind was spinning in a chaotic storm of pure pleasure, mounting panic, and heavy arousal. his bladder was painfully, impossibly full, pressing violently against his prostate from the inside out. every single time you drove your hips down and dragged your wet, clothed clit over his shaft, the intense physical pressure on his lower stomach made his breath hitch and his chest heave.

but the sheer sensitivity of it—the unbearable mix of his full bladder squeezing his nerves and the heavy, rhythmic friction of your body riding his cock—felt unhinged, dirty, and insanely hot. he knew he desperately needed to get up and pee right that second, but his stubborn pride and his sheer arousal kept his lips sealed. he didn't want you to stop moving, kissing, and grinding against him for even a single second.

your breathing hitched as you picked up the pace, arching your back and grinding down heavy and direct. you were getting so close, the warm dampness of your own arousal soaking through the front of your pink panties, making the friction slicker and more intense with every pass.

you whimpered, gasping into his neck as you drove your weight straight down onto his lower pelvis once more.

that specific press hit his full, pressurized bladder with so much direct force that a sudden, sharp, pathetic gasp ripped from his throat. his eyes went wide, his knuckles turning white where he was holding your hips.

"baby—wait—" he rasped out, his voice cracking, sweat glistening on his forehead as he squirmed under you. "i... fuck, i really gotta go. i need to pee so bad."

"no, not now," you whined breathlessly, completely lost in your own high, leaning down to trap his mouth in a deep, sloppy, needy kiss. "don't move, i'm so close..." to emphasize your point, you gave another hard, rolling grind straight down onto his bladder.

the sheer physical shock was too much for his strained body to handle. thanos let out a muffled, desperate groan straight into your mouth as his muscles completely betrayed him. a warm, heavy squirt of piss forced its way out past his valve, instantly soaking through his boxers and darkening the grey fabric of his sweatpants right where your crotch was locked against his.

he tried to tense up, tried to fight it and hold the rest back, but the valve was completely blown. once the floodgates opened, his entire body gave out under the overwhelming physical relief. the warm stream started flowing steadily, a thick, hot rush of liquid bleeding through his pants and completely drenching your pink lace underwear.

for him, it was the weirdest, most intense sensation he had ever felt—it was slightly uncomfortable because his dick was still completely, throbbingly hard and trapped in tight fabric, but the sheer physical relief of his overfilled bladder finally emptying made his head roll back against the couch, his chest heaving with shallow, helpless pants and embarrassed whimpers.

you felt the sudden, burning heat spreading fast between your thighs. you pulled back from the kiss with wide eyes, panting hard, and looked down at your lap. your thin pink panties were completely soaked, dripping wet and stuck to your skin. for a split second, your brain short-circuited and you thought he had somehow cum a massive, impossible amount, but as the hot liquid kept flowing without stopping, the realization hit you like a truck.

you looked up at his flushed face, your eyes wide with total shock. "Subong...?"

he couldn't even meet your gaze at first. his face was burning a deep, bright red, his lip caught tightly between his teeth as he let out another soft, embarrassed whine, completely exposed, wet, and helpless underneath you while his body finished emptying itself into both of your clothes.

but as you stared at him, taking in his flushed cheeks, his heavy breathing, and his totally wrecked, vulnerable expression, you felt zero judgment. looking down and seeing your own piss-soaked pussy visible through the sheer, wet pink fabric of your underwear sent a sudden, filthy spike of heat straight to your core.

"it's okay, baby," you whispered softly, leaning down to press a sweet, lingering kiss to his burning cheek. "i'm sorry, i didn't let you go..."

thanos blinked up at you, his heart hammering wildly against his ribs. you made no move to get off him. instead, he tentatively raised his tatted hands, placing his palms back on your hips. you instantly took it as a green light.

you lifted your hips slightly and slammed right back down onto his wet erection.

the sound in the quiet living room was instantly filthy—the heavy, loud squelch of wet, urine-soaked fabric grinding violently against wet fabric. the combination of his piss, your slick arousal, and the heavy friction was completely unhinged. you started dry humping him again, harder this time, rubbing your piss-and-cum-wet clit directly against the thick, soaked ridge of his hard dick through his pants.

hearing that dirty, wet squelching sound with every roll of your hips drove thanos completely out of his mind. his dominant streak flared back up through the haze of his embarrassment; his hands gripped your hips with bruised force, guiding your rhythm, thrusting his wet hips up to meet every single one of your grinds.

"fuck," he rasped, his eyes locking onto yours with dark, heavy intensity as a dirty smirk cut through his flushed face. "you're fucking crazy..."

you couldn't even answer him. the extra slickness and the intense heat radiating off his soaked pants pushed you right over the edge. with a long, trembling moan, your body went rigid. your pussy spasmed hard against his length, soaking your already drenched underwear with your own gushing climax. you kept humping him in slow, agonizingly sensitive rolls, riding out the tail end of your orgasm right on his lap.

watching you completely break down and cum on his piss-soaked clothes was the most turning-on thing thanos had ever experienced in his entire life. his brain completely shattered.

a — aftercare

at first, he didn't get it; he used to just hop right on his phone or go shower alone because that's what he did with one-night stands. but after you yelled at him and told him you felt completely ignored, he changed. now, you two always shower together to wash the sweat off. he even presses soft, sweet kisses to your lips right after you give him head, holding you close against his chest while the water runs.

b — body part (his & yours)

his: his neck and his hair. he loves when you gently suckle on his neck to hold him still, or when you rough up that messy purple hair. physically steering him around by his hair completely breaks his composure and forces him to submit.

yours: he loves tits. he likes smacking your ass, sure, but he genuinely thinks guys who prefer ass are gay because tits are what make women special to him. size or shape doesn't matter at all—he is entirely obsessed with them, and he'll rest his head right on your chest to fall asleep.

c — cum

he honestly doesn't cum a massive amount, mostly because he can't go more than a few days without sex, so his body never actually has time to refill. at the very beginning of your relationship, he was so obsessed with the idea of filling you up that he practically begged you to get on some type of birth control just so he could do it without worrying.

d — dirty talk

thanos definitely knows how to choose his words, especially when his voice drops into that low, deep, gravelly register. he loves praising you when you're doing good, but he'll just as easily degrade you and call you a bad girl when he's taking control. but the second he's the one being bad and switching, he's the one begging you to touch him, breathlessly repeating, "yes, senorita," or "please, just tell me what to do."

e — experience

he's had a few partners and plenty of one-night stands from his rising-star days, so he absolutely has experience and knows exactly how to please a woman. however, he is completely inexperienced with submission. being the one on his knees is entirely new to him, which is why he gets so easily overwhelmed, flustered, and incredibly reactive to your simplest commands.

f — frequency

sex is his ultimate stress relief from the industry. you two do it constantly, and whenever he gets high, his stamina gets weirdly erratic—he’ll want to go multiple rounds back-to-back, chasing the physical high until he completely crashes.

g — grooming & body hair

his own grooming is always clean, but the carpet definitely doesn't match the drapes (his natural hair color down there is dark, obviously, not purple). when it comes to you, he literally does not care about your body hair at all. he always shrugs and says a real man isn't scared of hiking in the forest anyway.

h — hair (pulling)

he loves having his hair pulled when you're controlling him, but he also loves the exact opposite—the soft, gentle strokes you give him when he's been a good, obedient boy. when he's the one topping and taking you from the back, though? his fingers are tangled firmly in your hair, pulling your head back so he can see your face.

i — intimacy

before you, he never saw sex as intimate—it was just a fun, physical activity to pass the time. but after meeting you, it became deeply emotional, even if his ego tries to pretend it isn't. because he's so paranoid about people using him for fame or money, being completely bare and helpless under your touch is the only time he feels entirely safe and seen for who choi su-bong actually is.

j — jealousy

absolutely insane. if he sees another guy looking at you in public, he instantly switches into his toxic, aggressive rapper persona—clamping his arm around you, glaring them down, and marking his territory. but the exact second you lock the apartment door, that jealousy flips into terrifying insecurity. he'll practically crawl to you on the bed, burying his face in your lap and whining, begging you to remind him that he's the only one you actually want.

k — kink

verbal degradation (directed at him) and intense physical restraint. he gets off so hard on you telling him how pathetic and desperate he looks while he's begging on the mattress, especially when you tell him he isn't allowed to move his hands from the bed. he also has a low-key piss kink, getting incredibly turned on by the absolute vulnerability of it (it's canon, argue w the wall)

l — location

he loves the comfort of your bed, but he also loves the challenge of tight, tight spaces—specifically the back seat of his car. his absolute favorite thing is looking at the windows when they get completely fogged up from the heat, using his finger to write both of your names inside a messy heart on the glass.

m — marks

he wants your marks all over him, especially where people can see them. he’ll proudly wear a hickey on his neck to a studio session like a badge of honor, flexing to his crew that someone completely owns him at home. flip the script, and he loves leaving deep, red marks all over your chest and tits so he knows you're marked by him, too.

n — naughty

when he’s in his dominant mood, he likes taking what he wants without asking. he’ll pull you onto his lap mid-conversation, pin your hands behind your back, and make you take him right then and there just to remind you that he can still be a menace when he wants to be.

o — oral (giving & receiving)

giving: he loooooves eating you out. when it's the person he actually loves, he gets so much pride out of making you lose your mind. he’ll grip your thighs with white knuckles to hold them completely still when they start shaking from the pleasure, and he loves looking up to see your juices and saliva completely mixed together, dripping down his chin.

receiving: he is just as obsessed with receiving, but he loves when you edge him—bringing him right to the brink until his voice cracks and he's whining for you to just let him finish.

p — pace

it’s totally mutual and depends on the day. sometimes it’s fast, frantic, and desperate because you’re both feeding off each other's chaotic energy, and other times it's slow, heavy, and agonizingly deep when he's switching and needs to feel every single second of surrendering to you.

q — quickie

he is a massive fan of quickies, especially right before a big event or right before leaving the house. it happens all the time when his schedule is fully booked; he’ll pin you against the front door or the hallway wall for a fast, dirty round just to get the edge off before he has to go be "thanos" for the day.

r — risk

he does not give a single fuck about getting caught. he would easily pull you into the bathroom at a crowded industry function or bend you over the hood of his car in a dark parking lot. he's even made you wear a remote-controlled vibrator out in public, keeping the remote in his pocket and pressing the button while you're trying to talk to people just to watch your eyes go wide.

s — stamina

honestly, it's pretty low. he barely lasts when he's inside you. back in the day with random girls, he never cared about his partner's satisfaction, but with you, his anxiety makes him paranoid about not being good enough. because he knows he finishes fast, he always makes sure to eat you out or finger you until you come at least once before he even puts it in. the only exception is when his substance use kicks in—drugs make him chase his own manic high, making him totally forget about yours until he snaps out of it.

t — toys

he used to see toys as a total threat and direct competition because he knew he couldn't last long. he actually got super pissed off and threw a tantrum when he found a rose vibrator in your drawer for the first time. but everything changed once you showed him how he could use it to torture you; now he loves using it to edge you and make you beg.

u — unfair (teasing)

he absolutely loves to tease you when he’s top-domming. he’ll hover right over your clit or slip inside just a millimeter, pulling back the second you whine or try to pull him closer. he’ll smirk down at you, totally ignoring your hands gripping his hips, telling you that you haven't been good enough to get the rest of him yet.

v — voice

loud and erratic at first, but once he submits, his voice drops to a shaky, raspy whisper. hearing him choke on his own breath while trying to say "please" is the best part. (canon, the fight against inho says it all)

w — wild card

his weirdly intense eye contact. whether he’s dominant and pinning you down, or submissive and staring up at you from his knees, he will lock eyes with you and refuse to look away. it’s like he’s trying to burn the image of you into his brain, completely hypnotized by the fact that you’re the only person who holds this much power over him.

x — x-ray

he's definitely above average, leaning heavily on the bigger/thicker side. he’s circumcised with no curve to it at all. the shaft is a smooth skin tone, but the tip is a distinct, flush pinkish color that leans more toward a deep rose shade when he’s hard. it’s not overly veiny, and his balls are heavy, smooth, and sit tight against him when he’s close to blowing.

y — yearnings

constant and deeply physical. even when you two are just doing normal household things, he will randomly lean his pelvis heavily against your hip or squeeze your tits from behind while you’re cooking, completely unable to keep his hands off you for more than an hour without craving that sexual connection.

z — zzz

nobody would ever believe that the crazy purple-haired rapper who was always in the news was actually the most pathetic guy behind closed doors. you could barely believe it yourself when you two started dating. you had seen those leaked videos from club pentagon of him beating up that annoying YouTuber, and he looked dangerous. he was so much bigger and stronger than you; he could easily throw his weight around. but instead, thanos was completely desperate to get on his knees for you.

it started the moment you met. he was so needy for your attention that you thought he was just another ego-filled guy trying to love-bomb his way into your bed. but he was handsome, he had this weird charm, and you gave him a chance. that was when things got strange.

you started noticing how he listened to you like a trained puppy.

you were confused because you had judged a book by its cover, the way he wrapped his arms around your shoulders at club pentagon, showing you off like a prize made him seem very much in control…

one afternoon, you were sitting in your chair trying to read a post on your phone. subong was vibrating around the living room, pacing back and forth and ranting loudly about some stupid drama. he was totally wound up, waving his hands around.

without looking up from your screen, you reached out, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him down right in front of you. "su-bong. sit. shut up," you said, your voice quiet but firm.

you expected him to complain, roll his eyes, or make some loud joke. instead, he froze. his mouth snapped shut mid-word and his eyes went wide. he stayed right where you put him, dropping heavily onto his knees. he didn't even try to stand up. instead, he slowly rested his chin right on your knee, staring up at you with a dazed, completely blank look. he was totally silent, just waiting to see if you would tell him to do anything else.

then there was the time you decided to tease him a little. you were having a silly, playful argument, and you snatched his vape right out of his hand, holding it up high where he couldn't reach it. normally, a guy would laugh and wrestle you for it. but subong had a long, exhausting day. his defenses were totally down.

instead of fighting back, his shoulders slumped. he leaned forward and collapsed his weight against you, burying his face right into the crook of your neck. his hands clutched at your clothes like a lifeline.

"please," he mumbled against your skin, his voice incredibly soft and pathetic.

he froze the second the word left his mouth, realizing how desperate he sounded over something so small. his painted fingernails dug into your shirt. at first, you just thought he was really cranky without his nicotine, but it was much deeper than that.

in public, he was a totally different person. he would walk with his chest puffed out, looking tough and manly. if someone he didn't like walked by, his jaw would clench, his eyebrows would furrow, and his eyes would get that sharp, scary look. nobody looking at him then would ever guess what he was like with you.

it made you want to test his limits.

one night while he was sitting on the floor by your legs, you reached down and tangled your fingers deep into his messy purple hair. you didn't tug hard, but you gripped it tight enough to tilt his head back, forcing him to look up at you and bare his neck.

su-bong let out a sharp, shaky gasp. his hands flew to your knees, his colorful nails digging into your jeans because his legs had suddenly gone completely weak. his chest heaved, his mouth slightly open as he stared up at you, completely ruined by the simple touch.

he tried to play it cool, stammering out a weak, "y-you think you can just handle me like this?"

you leaned down close to his face, your breath brushing his ear. "you're trembling, subongie. who's handling who?"

that completely broke him. he let out a tiny, whimpering noise and let his head drop heavily against your lap, giving up all control.

"fine. okay," he mumbled into your thighs, his voice muffled and desperate. "just... don't let go."

you had to admit to yourself that you loved it. you loved the way his eyes got so big and soft when he looked at you from the floor. you loved how, when you cuddled, he would wrap his arms tightly around your waist and press his ear to your chest, whining like a sad puppy the second you tried to move.

you didn't fully understand why he was like this until you started paying closer attention to the random stories he told you about his life. slowly, the pieces clicked. subong was running on a deep, desperate need for approval. he wanted someone to tell him he was doing a good job, to make them proud. when you took charge, it quieted the chaotic noise in his head. he wanted to be told exactly what to do because he was terrified of making his own choices.

you saw the absolute peak of this desperation the night of the rap battleground finals.

he had made it all the way to the end, the spotlight hot on his face. but the pressure was too much. he choked on stage, forgot his lyrics, and lost the first-place trophy.

when he stumbled backstage, he looked like he was about to fall apart. his cool-guy mask was completely gone. the moment he saw you waiting in his dressing room, his eyes welled up with tears.

you didn't say a word. you just stepped forward, wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him into a tight hug. subong practically fell into you, his head burying into your shoulder as he let out a shaky sob. his hands gripped the back of your jacket so hard his knuckles turned white.

"i'm sorry," he choked out, his voice cracking. "i ruined it. i messed up."

"shh," you whispered, rubbing the back of his neck. "it's okay. i've got you."

you took him back to his apartment, and the second the door clicked shut, his desperate side came out in full force. he didn't want to be left alone for even a second. he followed you to the bed, immediately dropping to his knees on the mattress and crawling over to you.

"please don't be disappointed," he begged, his messy purple hair falling into his eyes as he looked up at you. 

he was so terrified of his own failure, so exhausted from choking under pressure, that surrendering to you was the only thing that made him feel safe. he didn't want to lead. he didn't trust himself.

you sat back against the headboard and patted your lap. "come here."

he scrambled forward instantly, laying his head down on your thighs and letting you stroke his hair. he was completely quiet now, his breathing finally slowing down as he clung to your waist, totally submissive, totally pathetic, and entirely yours.

would it be unethical to admit that seeing him in a state like this turned you on?

his loss at the rap battleground had changed him. the embarrassment was so immense that he had even built a giant shield with you. he did not want anyone to see him in such a vulnerable state ever again, and you absolutely hated it. it was not him anymore. he was trying so hard to cover up his hurt by pretending to be someone else.

even at home, he was acting so controlling. you noticed him being bossy and demanding every single day. he would walk into the apartment, kick his shoes off, and not even say hello.

"go get me a drink, and make it quick," he would mutter, throwing his jacket onto the couch.

if you were cooking, he would lean over your shoulder and criticize how you did it. "you are doing it wrong. do it like this."

when you tried to sit next to him, he would move away or tell you what to do. "go turn the light off. get my laptop. do not touch my phone." he was trying so hard to act like the dominant, tough guy just to make himself feel powerful again, and it was driving you crazy.

one day, you finally got completely fed up. he was standing in the bed room, barking another order at you in that fake, tough voice. you had had enough. you stepped right up to him, grabbed his wrist tight, and looked him dead in the eyes. you screamed at him, your voice shaking with anger. “i'm so fucking tired of this,” you snapped, glaring at him. “one minute you're normal, and the next you decide you have to act all dominant. what, because you're hurting inside? because you're too much of a pathetic little shit to deal with your own feelings?”

he opened his mouth to argue.

“no,” you cut him off. “don't. i'm done pretending this is confidence or some personality change. it's not. it's just you lashing out because you're miserable, and i'm sick of being the person you take it out on.”

his eyes went wide. all his fake confidence vanished in a second, and he looked just like a sad, scared little puppy. you could see the shock in his face, and you decided right then that you were going to make him pay for how he had been treating you.

you pushed him back hard. he fell onto the bed, and you scrambled right on top of him, pinning him down under your weight.

"who the fuck do you think you are?" you said, staring down at his face.

he did not answer you. he just stared at you, his chest heaving. you got madder, cupping his chin aggressively with your hand to force him to look right at you. "answer."

he got irritated, his brow furrowing as his ego tried to fight back. "i do not know what the fuck you want me to be!"

so you slapped him.

the sharp crack of the slap echoed in the quiet bedroom. subong was completely flabbergasted. his cheek burned, and it hurt, but you could see it in his eyes—it hurt so good. it shocked his system and made him melt. he tried to get up, trying to push you off, but you locked your legs tight around his waist. he was so much stronger than you and could have flipped you over in a heartbeat, but he did not do it. he just stayed there, trapped under you.

"since when do you talk to me like that?" you asked, your voice dark and mad.

"okay, sorry..." he whispered, his voice barely a breath.

you smiled, the power feeling incredibly good. "tell me subongie, what would your friends think if they saw you like this, hum?" you asked, slowly running your fingers down his clothed torso, feeling his heart beating like a trapped bird.

his breath hitched at your touch.

"what would that guy think, wait, what was his name? mg coin."

his eyes widened so big at that statement. the thought of his enemy knowing he was lying helpless under his girl was terrifying to him.

"would you want him to see how much of a good boy you are?"

he shook his head fast, his face red. and right then, you started feeling his erection growing rapidly underneath your thighs, pressing hard against his clothes.

"then do as i say, ok? wouldn't want your fangirls to know you get dominated."

you ran your hand down over his clothed erection, and his dick gave a violent twitch under your palm. you got off him and sat next to him on the mattress while he was still lying down, his eyes completely glued to you, totally frozen.

you reached for his sweatpants and untied the strings before pulling them down. it revealed his dark gray underwear, and you could see a barely visible wet spot right in the front, meaning his arousal had already started leaking through. slowly, deliberately, you hooked your fingers into the elastic of his waistband and slid it down, freeing his hot, already-slick length into the open air.

subong let out a soft, involuntary whimper as the cool air of the room hit his sensitive skin, his hips giving a tiny, instinctive twitch upward.

you leaned down, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, your voice a low, teasing purr. "let me hear more of that, pretty boy."

he swallowed hard, his dark eyes wide and fixed on yours, his throat bobbing as he tried to blink back the haze of heat taking over his mind.

"everyone gets to hear your voice thanks to your music," you murmured, wrapping your warm fingers firmly around his throbbing length, "but i prefer your moans."

the moment your palm closed around him, his head fell back against the pillows. a fractured, high-pitched gasp tore from his throat—a sound he would never, ever let his fans hear, reserved entirely for you. he was incredibly sensitive, his body vibrating with tension as you began to slide your hand up and down.

you knew exactly how to touch him. you kept the friction tight and the pace relentless, watching the tough-guy facade completely melt away. subong’s fingers tangled desperately in the bedsheets, his abdominal muscles locking up, turning hard as stone beneath his shirt as you drove him higher and higher.

"p-please," he choked out, his voice cracking. he was holding his breath, his hips lifting off the mattress in a silent, desperate plea for you to keep going.

you could feel the rapid, frantic pulsing at the base of his length. he was right on the precipice, entirely locked into the inevitability of the release. he was going to cum, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it.

"fuck—" he groaned, a sound that sent a heartbeat right to your pussy.

you smiled, met his blown-out eyes, and pulled your hand completely away.

subong’s eyes went wide in pure shock. "no, wait—"

but it was too late. his body had already crossed the line.

deprived of your warmth and the vital friction, his climax stalled out instantly, turning into a hollow, frustrating ghost of a release. his lower stomach and hips twitched and his cock jumped in helpless, automatic spasms, trying to chase a sensation that was no longer there. instead of a powerful, satisfying rush, he was forced to lie there, trembling and completely undone, watching as his length began to spill and leak without any control. his cum just flowed out of him heavily, dripping like a slow, warm waterfall that he could not stop. it spilled over the tip, thick and white, running down his shaking skin and soaking into his clothes while his body kept twitching from the empty contractions.

"ah... no, please... why..." he moaned, a high, broken sound of pure frustration escaping his lips as he squirmed.

the heavy, white-hot drops fell onto the hem of his shirt, the dark fabric slowly soaking up the wetness of a release he could not even feel. every time his body gave another weak, involuntary twitch, more of his ruined cum spilled onto himself. 

"look at you," you whispered softly, tracing a finger down his tense, shivering jaw. "so pretty when you're ruined."

subong could only stare down at his stained shirt, his chest heaving as a hot, embarrassed flush crept up his neck, utterly defeated and entirely yours.

subong stared down at the damp, dark patch spreading across his shirt, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven pants. the physical reality of what had just happened was sinking in, and his ego was desperately trying to claw its way back to the surface.

he glared up at you, his jaw clenching as he tried to summon his usual backstage attitude.

"you're a bitch," he muttered, his deep voice carrying a rough, defensive edge. he made a move to sit up, his muscles tensing as if he were going to pull his clothes back up and walk away. "that wasn't funny. let me up."

but his body betrayed him. the moment he tried to shift, his lower abdomen twitched, and a sharp, oversensitive jolt shot straight through him, making him hiss and instantly freeze.

you didn't even have to use force. you simply rested two fingers against his collarbone, pressing him lightly back into the pillows. he went down instantly, his strength entirely sapped by the ruined release.

"going somewhere, subong?" you asked softly, leaning over him so your shadow completely draped his face.

his eyes darted to yours, his defensive glare instantly faltering.

"look at you," you murmured, your gaze drifting down his body.

he was a complete, sticky mess. deprived of the friction to keep him hard, his length had softened incredibly fast, shrinking down into a sensitive, weeping semi-erection. it lay heavy and useless against his thigh, completely drenched in his own fluid, still slowly leaking wet drops onto his skin and the hem of his ruined shirt. he was literally glued to himself, completely unable to hide the evidence of his defeat.

"you can't even stand up right now," you whispered, running a teasing hand down his side, making him shiver violently. "your body is trembling, you’re dripping all over yourself, and you’re trying to raise your voice at me?"

subong’s face flushed a deep, burning crimson. he let out a quiet, defeated whimper, his gaze snapping away from yours to look at the ceiling, utterly mortified. he clamped his thighs together instinctively to hide the sticky mess, but the friction against his hypersensitive skin made him gasp and arch his back.

"don't move," you commanded, your voice quiet but leaving absolutely no room for argument. "you stay right there and look at what you did to your shirt. you don't get to act tough when you're this pathetic for me."

the fight completely left him. subong let out a shaky, trembling sigh, his shoulders slumping deep into the mattress. pinned by your fingers and completely ruined, the proud, untouchable rapper was completely gone—leaving only your breathless, sticky, and utterly obedient boy.

as you collapsed beside him, catching your breath, you looked over at subong. he was still staring at the ceiling, his cheeks flushed crimson, looking completely small and overwhelmed under the weight of his sticky, ruined state.

slowly, your dominant smirk softened into something warm and incredibly gentle.

"oh, baby," you cooed softly, brushing a stray lock of damp hair from his forehead. "did i tease you too much? i'm sorry."

subong’s breath hitched. he glanced at you, his dark eyes wide and vulnerable, trying to figure out if you were still playing with him. but when you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his warm cheek, his shoulders finally slumped, the last of his defensive tension evaporating.

"stay right here," you whispered.

you slipped out of bed for a moment, returning with a warm, damp cloth. subong watched you, his heart hammering against his ribs, but this time it wasn't out of panic.

slowly, you peeled the damp, ruined shirt off his chest, tossing it aside. you began to wipe him down, your touch incredibly tender. as the warm, wet fabric gently cleaned the sticky, drying fluid from his stomach and down his inner thighs, subong let out a shaky, trembling sigh. every brush of the cloth against his hypersensitive skin made him give a tiny, involuntary twitch, but you held him gently, whispering sweet, quiet praises.

"you did so well for me," you murmured, carefully cleaning his sensitive, semi-soft length until he was completely fresh and warm. "such a good boy."

by the time you finished, he was looking up at you with pure, liquid adoration. you crawled back under the covers and pulled him into your arms. subong immediately buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as if he were trying to crawl right inside your skin.

after the warm cloth had cleaned away the sticky mess, the air in the room felt quiet and safe. you tossed the cloth aside, slid under the heavy duvet, and immediately pulled subong against you.

he didn't hesitate. the tough-guy persona was entirely gone, replaced by a raw, quiet need for comfort. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you so close there was barely any air between you. he let out a long, shaky sigh, his entire body finally relaxing against yours.

"i'm sorry, baby," you whispered, your fingers gently threading through his dark, damp hair, massaging his scalp. "i was teasing you so hard. you did so well for me."

subong squeezed his eyes shut, his voice coming out small, muffled against your skin. "that was the worst shit ever, don’t do it again. please.."

"i know," you murmured, kissing his temple, then the corner of his eye, dragging your lips softly down his cheekbone. "but you look so beautiful when you're completely undone. i love knowing i'm the only one who gets to see you like this. the only one who owns you."

a soft, shivering breath hitched in his chest. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes vulnerable and liquid. "you do," he whispered, his thumb lightly tracing your hip. "i’m only like this for you. always, senorita."

you smiled, leaning in to press your lips to his.

the kiss started slow. it wasn't frantic or demanding; it was lazy, warm, and deep. your tongues slid together in a heavy, familiar rhythm, tasting sweet and quiet. you held his jaw in your hand, stroking his thumb over his cheekbone, whispering quiet praises between kisses, telling him how much you loved his voice, his touch, his patience.

for a long time, nothing happened physically. subong’s body was drained. his length lay semi-soft and quiet against your thigh, still hypersensitive and slightly aching from the aborted release.

but as the minutes stretched on, the safety of the cuddles and the slow, deep making out began to work on his nervous system.

it started as a dull, heavy warmth deep in his pelvis. the sluggish blood flow began to return, coaxed by the constant friction of your thighs tangled together and the heat of your skin. slowly—almost imperceptibly at first—he began to thicken.

he didn't just snap back to attention. it was a lazy, heavy expansion. he grew semi-hard, pressing a thick, blunt ache against your leg. he let out a soft groan into your mouth, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary twitch as his body remembered the sensation of being close to you.

"see?" you whispered against his lips, feeling the heavy growth. "your body always knows."

"it's because of you," he mumbled, his kisses growing hungrier, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, pulling your hips flush against his.

it took another ten minutes of slow, teasing grinding, deep kisses, and soft whispers before he was fully, throbbing hard again. but this time, it was a different kind of erection—thick, stubborn, and heavy with a desperate, lingering ache that had been building since his ruin.

he started undressing you, beginning by your silky tank top that instantly revealed your chest since you werent wearing a bra. you took off your silky matching shorts and tossed them on the floor, then took your panties off that were connected to your pussy for a few seconds by your wetness.

you shifted, splitting your knees and straddling his lap. subong’s hands instantly locked onto your hips, his knuckles white as he looked up at you, his dark eyes wide and pleading.

"please," he rasped, his voice rougher now, the heat returning to his face. "please don't play this time. just let me have you."

you smiled down at him, slow and cruel-sweet. "i'll let you have me. but you don't move."

you aligned him and slowly, agonizingly sank down. subong let out a loud, broken cry, his head slamming back into the pillows as you swallowed him whole. after the sensitivity of the ruin, the tight, wet warmth of you felt almost overwhelming. he wanted to thrust, his hips jerking up instinctively, but you pressed a hand flat against his chest, holding him down.

"ah-ah," you warned, starting a slow, rolling grind. "just lie there. let me take care of it."

subong whimpered, his eyes rolling shut as you rode him. he was burning up, forced to lie completely still under your weight while you controlled the pace. he watched you through half-lidded eyes, his chest heaving, a dark, heavy jealousy twisting in his gut. he could feel how close you were, watching your eyes flutter, hearing the high, sweet gasps leaving your throat as you built up speed.

he wanted to tear your hands off his chest, flip you over, and take control—he was aching to chase his own release—but he was bound by your command, forced to just be the foundation for your pleasure.

"subong... oh my god," you gasped, your muscles clamping incredibly tight around him as you hit your peak. your back arched, a loud, breathless cry escaping your lips as you came, the rhythmic contractions of your release squeezing him hard.

feeling you come on him, your walls hugging his sensitive length seeing the utter surrender on your face, nearly drove him out of his mind with jealousy and desire.

"please, baby, i'm gonna fucking die," he choked out, his voice cracking. "let me go. let me come inside you."

you looked down at his beautiful, tortured face, completely satisfied and filled with a lazy, post-climax warmth. you smiled softly, leaning down to press your lips to his.

"go ahead, pretty boy," you whispered against his mouth. "fill me up."

the mental barrier snapped. subong gripped your hips with sudden, fierce strength, driving himself up into you with heavy, frantic, desperate thrusts. the friction was blinding. within seconds, his body locked up completely, his abdominal muscles turning to iron.

he let out a loud, echoing cry—a raw, unedited sound of pure surrender—as he finally, finally got his release, coming in deep, powerful, throbbing waves inside you. it wasnt much because he had already came earlier, but it felt like absolute heaven.

when the last tremor passed, his hands slipped limply from your hips, falling heavily onto the mattress.

you slowly slid off and he noticed a white bead of cum about to slide out of you. he ran his middle finger on your lips to get them wet, before inserting his cum right back into your opening with his finger, checking to make sure none of his release slipped out.

subong didn't even have the energy to pull you close. the sheer physical toll of the roller coaster—going from a tense, unfulfilled ruin to a slow, heavy re-arousal, and finally a massive, mind-melting release—had completely drained his battery.

he let out one final, weak, contented sigh, his eyes shutting almost instantly. within seconds, his breathing went deep and even, his heavy arm draped limply over your waist as he fell into a deep, dead sleep, completely conquered and utterly at peace.

you sat down looking at him and studying his features. he looked so calm and innocent whenever he fell asleep, with none of that chaotic and loud persona anymore. he was just a vulnerable man sleeping quietly. you chuckled at how funny the world is, and how nobody will ever know this sweet version of him but you.