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Thanos x Reader ||“You’ll fix him and he’ll fix you”||
Part 5: ‘Red Light Green Light’
TRIGGER WARNING!!/CONTENTS: This fic is for 18+, it contains dark themes, self harm!!, alcohol abuse, sexual assault ptsd, suicide references, drug abuse, hateful language, cursing, smut(later on), angst, may be toxic at some point, problematic, may be upsetting. Female reader. It’s set in squidgame. Slow development of relationship.
You enter a room, it looks strange, almost as if you are outside. There's a creepy looking doll at the front. You turn to see what Thanos is doing and your heart drops when he's talking to player 196 again.
"Hey señorita." He says, catching up to her.
She gives him a look.
"Don't you know who I am?" He continues.
"Do I have to?" She replies.
"No you don't, we can get to know each other. Tell me about yourself." He says. You wish he wanted to know you, but you decide it's nothing to concern yourself with...it didn't matter, and yet your heart felt heavy cause this has always happened. You met a cool person but they'd always get bored of you at some point.
"Are you hitting on me?" Player 196 asks him with a slight raise of an eyebrow.
He then begins to sing some stupid rap for her, although it's making you cringe you can't help but be disappointed it's not you he took interest in.
"You and me together yeah I feel the power! Found her hidden in the weeds yeah my beauty flower! Red, orange, yellow, green I'm a legend, Thanos. Sweet-ass tracksuit looking tight, hope I get the green light!"
When he ends the rap with an 'i like you' and a finger heart your jealousy spikes.
Maybe you're not that special after all, he's like this to every girl huh?...even worse, what if he pities you for not being able to make acquaintances. The thought hurts you a bit, you turn your gaze away from him and player 196.
"Welcome to the first game, please wait on the field before it begins." The voice rang out through the speakers.
You hear her comment "what's that?" While pointing at the doll. He shrugs.
Then player 456 runs in front of everyone shouting things that sounded plain stupid.
"Everyone! Listen up! This isn't just a game! If you lose you die! You'll get shot!"
"Die playing red light green light?" Someone calls out with a laugh.
"Yes! The doll has motion detectors in its eyes! You'll get shot!" 456 continued.
"What a freak." Namgyu comments and you nod along, thankful that Namgyu sparked some conversation between you two. "Is he high?" You attempt to lengthen the conversation. "Nah. Just mental." Namgyu chuckled which made you chuckle a little too.
Thanos and player 196 were talking too but you tried not to pay attention to it.
"Is he drunk?" She asks.
"He sounds like my old man, when he gets home drunk and starts talking crazy. Says there's a freaking bug in his head." Thanos chuckled which made player 196 laugh too.
"Let the game begin." The voice announced.
A 5 minute timer appeared on the screen.
"Green light."
You jogged by Namgyu's side. To be honest this was kinda fun but your heart wouldn't let you enjoy it, tormenting you about the fact that Thanos was clearly interested in player 196.
"Red light."
You freeze, and so does Namgyu. You could hear his heavy breath above you.
"Freeze!" Player 456 yells with an urgency that makes you shiver. What was up with this dude?
A few rounds pass and you're just having your silent fun.
"Red light."
A bee lands on player 196's neck.
"What is that?" She asks Thanos.
"It's a bee, it knows you're a flower." He says, proud he came up with that line so quick.
She freaks out, moving around and screaming. "A bee!?"
"Oh shit, I just moved." She laughed.
A bullet goes right through her head. The blood splashing onto Thanos' shocked face. Everyone is shocked. So player 456, that total freak...was right?
Blood pooled around player 196's head. You felt a rush of adrenaline and fear go through you. But there was a certain carelessness there too. You wanted to die before you came here, and dying here would make no difference. You stayed still regardless. Dying so soon would be so pathetic not like you felt that need to anymore though, you had purpose now, getting the money.
People around you started freaking out, with the fact that someone actually got shot people didn't want to be next. They started screaming out for help and running towards the doors, banging on the walls and begging the guards to let them leave. How embarrassing....you cringed on their behalf, were they that stupid to believe they could convince these strange people not to shoot them?
Series of gunshots were fired. All the people that moved-dead. You expected it, why would they move after someone died moving?
"Green light."
You jogged, unbothered by the dead bodies along the ground.
Player 456 was instructing players to follow his lead, giving tips that made this whole experience boring. Why was he helping them? This was a game, sure a deadly one but a game in the end. Only one person will win, only one person would survive, so helping this people was utterly pointless.
Your gaze focused on Thanos. He scrambled for his necklace. A cross. And opened it, revealing several colourful pills. He took one with shaky hands.
It mildly surprised you he was an addict but you decided not to judge him too harshly. After all, you were an alcoholic and couldn't say too much.
The metallic scent of blood filled the air as more gunshots rung out. Bodies dropping. Thanos seemed quite content after taking those drugs. Skipping around when it was green light. He was kinda cute although strange.
At some point he pushed three people in front of him just as the doll said 'red light' with a whispered 'bye.' The people got shot brutally.
It shocked you he'd do something like that. Actually pushing people? That was psycho behaviour. But he seemed so unbothered, even a smile plastered on his face as he pranced to the finish line.
You made it too along with several others. The ones who failed to make it on time got shot. Was it weird to find it satisfying as everyone who lost began collapsing like dead flies after getting shot? Maybe you were a psycho too.
Thanos x Reader ||“You’ll fix him and he’ll fix you”||
Part 1: ‘I’ll Return With A Better Thank You’
TRIGGER WARNING!!/CONTENTS: This fic is for 18+, it contains dark themes, self harm!!, alcohol abuse, sexual assault ptsd, suicide references, drug abuse, hateful language, cursing, smut(later on), angst, may be toxic at some point, problematic, may be upsetting. Female reader. It’s set in squidgame. Slow development of relationship.
I tried my best to make it as accurate to how Thanos would act and stuff and tried my best to be as accurate to squidgame!! (Also I posted this on wattpad b4 lol but no one was reading it 😭)
ALSO!! I’m not the best at writing stories and shi so I do apologise if this is literal garbage.
And yeah, it does contain self harm, I just wanted to mention it again cause I know it might be uncomfortable to read to some people so that’s just an extra warning!!
Your life fell apart after you moved out to live in Korea on your own, you were excited and worked with the local mechanic. Unfortunately the mechanic was pretty broke as he didn't get much customers which caused you to be payed below wage. Taxes built up and you were too proud and embarrassed to ask anyone for money so the debt began to rise and rise and it was getting too much to handle.
Things were difficult, everyday was sad and boring and the same, full of anxiety and only time for three things-working, eating the little you could afford and sleeping as much as you were able to fit in.
The only friend you have is the mechanic, but he's old and is struggling himself, he's barely able to pay you and you feel bad for getting paid by someone who is struggling too. You started drinking and even cutting yourself due to the guilt. It made you feel better but it caused you to get sloppy at work.
The scratches on your arms and thighs made you feel so self-conscious, and if anyone looked at you too long you felt as though your sleeves were see-through and they saw what you did to yourself. Taking showers burned, but it made you feel less guilty when you felt the burns of your scars.
Your life got so boring that you began to be desperate for any entertainment. You'd go to the club, drink and dance. It was never enough though, all you could think about is the emptiness in your heart and the guilt in your soul. You yearned affection and control in your life, everything was so out of control you wanted to have control over at least one thing.
One unfortunate night, after work you went to the club as usual to drink and dance away your problems. A guy approached you and took advantage of you as you were under the influence. Things ended in a way you definitely didn't want. After he was done with you he took off and left you all alone in the corner of the club, ruined, alone and scared after what just happened. You shakily stood up and ran as far as you could, tears in your eyes, scared that that guy will come back and do more atrocities to you.
As you ran out of the club, every time you closed your eyes the memories of what that man did thundered under her eyelids. You felt nauseous and gross and scared. Your heart was beating out of your chest. No one would help you out of this...would they?Would the police believe you that a man did something so awful or would they blame you for being drunk? You couldn't take it, everything in your life had fallen apart...everything felt pointless now and when you thought about living another day, you were scared that this would happen again, that a man would hurt you once more...and when you thought about working with the mechanic you felt guilt surge to your poor heart, you didn't want to get payed by your only friend any longer, if you just disappeared maybe he'd have a better life and he'd have a bit more money for himself...
That thought gave you a relieving peace in your mind, if you end things and disappear than everything would be better...everyone would be happier and you would be free of all these problems...with this peace in your mind, you walked with relief to the top of the local parking lot, up the many stairs, taking your time knowing that all will end soon. You reached the top of the building and sat on the wall, looking down at the city beneath you.
"Farewell world." You murmured. You moved to get ready to jump off but a voice stopped you.
"Wait." The voice said. The fact it was a male voice made you shudder. Another man...I guess this was a sign to jump off now before he could get closer, you pushed yourself off the wall but the strange man grabbed your arm, what surprised you is that his grip was firm yet gentle.
You let him pull you back and faced him. He had a suit on and a strangely warm smile. You glanced down to see he was holding a business suitcase. Why was this man up here at such an hour?
"Do you wanna play ddakji? If you win you get 100,000 won, if you lose you get a slap to your face." He said as if that offer was perfectly fair for both parties.
You shook your head, scared of what this man would do to you. "No thank you." Is all you could manage.
"But don't you have 32.6 million won worth of debt, Y/N? This money may not help you pay off that debt but you could finally have a good meal." The salesman said with a convincing smile.
Why did this strange man know your name and how did he know so much about you...it creeped you out. "Are you the police?" You asked him carefully but he shook his head and opened his suitcase showing you the 100,000 won in cash.
In all honesty you didn't want cash, you wanted to disappear, but heck...why not try it out. You could give the money to your boss, and only friend, mechanic as a parting gift if it works out.
"This better not be some scam." You murmured. You played one round and won straight away, the salesman was quite surprised and gave you the money with no hesitation.
"Woah...r-really?" You looked at him, surprised. The salesman nodded, giving you the money.
"If you want to get more money and play more games, here contact this number in two days." The salesman said giving you a small card that resembled a business card.
You nodded and watched him walk off. Was this worth waiting for? You asked yourself. You stared down at the city beneath you. A spark of hope crossed your eyes. Maybe if you played a few more games you could get enough money to pay off your debt, to help the mechanic and finally have peace in your heart. The thought of paying the mechanic after all the kindness he offered you made you determined. Leaving this world would mean your old friend would've wasted so much money paying you for nothing, paying him back would be a thank you, and proof he made no mistake in hiring you.
"I don't know why I deserve it but thanks universe." You murmured as you stared at the city.
You walked down the parking lot stairs with a newly found determination. This not only provided hope but also made you look forward to what life had to offer and you haven't felt this in a long time.
You stopped by the old mechanic's building, opening it with a key the mechanic had given you a while back and stepped inside. You left the 100,000 won on the table and wrote a little note for your pal.
'I know things have been real tough, but I thank you with all my heart for always being there for me even when it cost you. Here's 100,000 won for your kindness. I hope to never burden you again. I'll be gone for a while but will return with a better thank you.
Thanos x Reader ||“You’ll fix him and he’ll fix you”||
Part 3: ‘Number 69’
TRIGGER WARNING!!/CONTENTS: This fic is for 18+, it contains dark themes, self harm!!, alcohol abuse, sexual assault ptsd, suicide references, drug abuse, hateful language, cursing, smut(later on), angst, may be toxic at some point, problematic, may be upsetting. Female reader. It’s set in squidgame. Slow development of relationship.
You woke up in a strange room filled with many many bunk beds. What's going on? It felt so surreal. You look down and you're wearing a green and white tracksuit with the number 69 on it. Even though this is all so strange and confusing you crack a smile...haha 69...you snap out of it and look around to see so so many people, all wearing tracksuits with different numbers on it. As much as you liked people you were usually quite shy and anxious around them. You glanced at a screen on the wall that displayed the number '456' on it...so this was like a sketchy game show you wondered. It stressed you out a bit cause you didn't want an online presence.
Your eyebrows furrow...wait...you're wearing a tracksuit meaning they undressed you....panic flooded over you. You didn't like the thought of being undressed...and especially people seeing the clear scars on your thighs and arms. Your heart pounded but looking around the room you realised that all these other people got undressed too, so that thought calmed you a bit. You also noticed that your belongings were gone and it bothered you a bit but essentially you didn't mind too much, ever since life lost its meaning to you, the things you owned became meaningless. But those scissors you actually did feel like you needed. You tried to distract yourself from that thought though.
You observed the room once more and one person stood out, it was some dude with purple,messy hair and tattooed hands and painted nails. You thought he looked kinda cool but nothing more of it.
He noticed your staring and approached you. "Hey señorita, why you staring?" He smirked with a confidence you assumed he had since he was prancing around with such a strange style.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to." You said a bit nervously, talking to someone so cool made you anxious, you didn't want to make a bad impression.
"That's okay, baby, you recognise me or something?" His smirk widened expectantly.
"Oh no, sorry. You just uh- stood out with your purple hair." You said awkwardly.
"Of course I did." He mused with a delighted nod. But disappointment crossed his eyes when you said you didn't recognise him. "You sure you don't know who I am?" He looked deep into your eyes.
"Sorry, no." You shook your head. "Did we go to school together or something?"
"No. I'm the legend Thanos!! I'm a famous rapper." He said overconfidently making strange gestures with his hands.
"Legend?" You chuckled to yourself and he nodded vigorously. "Yesuh! Legend Thanos!!"
People began to gather to the centre of the room which makes both you and Thanos look over. A buzz sounds at the front of the room and you decide to make your way there and Thanos and the remaining people go too. Big metal doors slide open and guards wearing pink suits with black masks appear. They all have a circle on their masks except for the guy in the middle who has a square. It's kinda freaky but you appreciate the dedication put into this 'game show'.
"They really went all out." You whisper to Thanos and he responds with an amused nod.
"What is all this anyway?" He murmurs and you just shrug.
The guy in the middle begins to speak and it sends shivers down your spine, why does this seem so strange and eerie as if it isn't an actual game show but something much more dangerous. You smile a bit, whatever it is, dangerous or not, it makes you excited. No matter what is going to happen you want to have fun and if you're lucky you might get something out of it.
"Welcome everyone. Everyone will be participating in six games over the course of six days. Those who win all six games will receive a handsome cash prize." The strange pink suited guy says.
You bounce up and down at the realisation that this is actually legit. Thanos glanced at you and raised an eyebrow at your excited bouncing and smirked himself at the thought of winning money.
People began arguing and shouting out complaints which confused you, you were all here to win money how could people be so mad?
"You said were playing games but you practically kidnapped us!" Someone called out.
"You have to understand that it was necessary for the games security." The guard responded.
"Wouldn't someone notice 456 people are missing?"
"Why do you have a mask? Is your face also a secret?"
"Yeah! Why're you hiding your face!"
You sigh. People are making such a big deal, if they have problems like you they should be glad to get a chance like this.
"Is this some illegal gambling house?!" Someone else calls out.
"Even the dealers in those places don't cover their faces!"
Everyone seems so mad, it's boring you. You didn't come here to listen to people arguing.
"We ensure fair gameplay and confidentiality, it is our policy not to reveal the identity or faces of our staff." The pink suited man responds.
A girl with the number 196 raises her jacket and says, "Did you take off my clothes and put these on me?"
Now that you can agree is something important to call out. It gives you a slight shiver thinking about strangers undressing you.
"What's with these shoes? They're ugly and uncomfortable." Thanos speaks up beside you, holding his in his hand.
You looked down at your own shoes. These shoes didn't seem bad. They were more comfortable than the ones you had previously which made you feel a bit embarrassed. If these were bad and ugly then your own shoes you had must've been atrocious.
"My shoes are fucking limited addition! They're hard to find! Are you going to replace them if they get ruined?" Thanks yells at the guard.
You avoid looking at him, feeling as if your reaction will give away that you have no problem with these so called 'ugly and uncomfortable' shoes.
196 starts complaining more, "these don't fit and the colour sucks! Can I have yours? I like pink."
"I'm sorry but that's not possible. You must be in your uniforms for the games." The guard answered.
It gives you a nauseous feeling that people are complaining about these things. You feel below these people...maybe you're the only one that's here for the debt. Maybe you're the only one here that's struggling and it makes you want to crawl into a hole. You stuff your hands into your pocket and dig your nails into your arm. It hurts but relieves you.
Thanos glanced at you to see if you agree but when he notices your lack of reaction he looks away again.
"What about my phone? Where did you put my phone and wallet?" Another person says.
"We are keeping your belongings safe."
But people don't listen and continue arguing.
You sigh. Is it such a big deal. It's just 6 days and people are making such a commotion out of things.
A video suddenly starts playing, naming off people in debt and showing them playing ddakji with the salesman.
Everyone is shocked as it names off so many people.
"Aged 30, used to run a YouTube channel called MG coin. After convincing subscribers to invest in a new cryptocurrency causing losses of 15.2 billion won, you shut down and disappeared. You're wanted for fraud and for violating telecom and financial investment laws. Current debt, 1.8 billion won."
You feel relieved that you're not the only person in debt and that yours isn't as selfish and high as player 333's.
Thanos growls in frustration. "That jerk, he convinced me to invest. I lost so much money. He's so gonna pay."
You look over at him and nod. "Sounds shitty."
Another player approached and agrees with Thanos. They seem to bond quite quickly over both being scammed by that jerk, player 333. You learn that player's name is Namgyu and make no effort to talk to him, he seems sketchy and you're not great at butting into conversations.
The video continues playing.
"Player 69, Y/N, 32.6 million won in debt."
"Player 196, Kang Mi-na, 45 million won in debt."
"Player 120, Cho Hyun-ju, 330 million won in debt."
"Player 230, Choi Su-bong, 1.19 billion won in debt."
You look over at Thanos in mild shock. He avoids eye contact after being shown vaping but afterwards raises his eyebrow at your staring. "What? I've got that fool to blame for making me invest in such a scam."
As the video continues playing your nails stop digging into your arm as you realise that people are just like you, struggling and in debt and wanting to get their life back..
Thanos x Reader ||“You’ll fix him and he’ll fix you”||
Part 4: ‘Piggy Bank’
TRIGGER WARNING!!/CONTENTS: This fic is for 18+, it contains dark themes, self harm!!,alcohol abuse, sexual assault ptsd, suicide references, drug abuse, hateful language, cursing, smut(later on), angst, may be toxic at some point, problematic, may be upsetting. Female reader. It’s set in squidgame. Slow development of relationship.
"All of you in this room are in crippling debts, and now are on a cliff edge. When we first came to you, you did not trust us either. But as you know, you played the game and you got the money as we promised. You volunteered at your own free will. You have one last chance to decide, do you want to live like a piece of trash running from creditors? Or will you seize the last opportunity we're offering?" The guard continued.
Your eyes glimmered with determination and excitement. Whoever these freaky guards were, were right all these people came here in their own free will. You were ready to seize this opportunity and do whatever you could finally feel fulfilled.
The lights slowly dim and a bright light glows from the ceiling as a big, glass piggy bank lowers.
Everyone looks up in awe and curiosity.
"What you see now is the piggy bank where your prize money I'll be stored. After you finish all six games the prize money will accumulate in this piggy bank." The guard said.
"That's cute." You murmured, the reflection of the bright piggy bank in your eyes. Thanos chuckled a bit.
"How much prize money will we get if we win?" Someone called out.
"The prize money is 45.6 billion won in total." The guard replies.
Everyone is in shock. Gasps and excited shouting is heard across the room. You just stare up in awe, with all this money your debt will be payed off and you can give the rest to your boss. Although the thought of so much money sickened you, sure it sounded great but you also knew you'd fall depressed with so much security and your boss would lose his fire when it came to repairing vehicles...maybe if a few people won they could split the money in a way that would make everyone feel great.
Thanos beside you is vibrating with excitement and you chuckle a little at how determined he looks.
You're looking forward to the next game hoping it'll be harder and more fun than just ddakji.
The guards lead everyone out of the room to colourful stairs, but before that Thanos and Namgyu manage to slip in some threats to player 333.
This place looked so cute that you couldn't help but smile. "This places looks so fun." You said. Thanos chuckled and Namgyu gave you a disinterested look which made you regret saying something that sounded so childish but Thanos' smile made you feel a little less anxious about making a fool of yourself. The place looked so unusual...it really did make you wonder.
On the announcement a ladies voice that sounds a bit creepy tell everyone to go down to get your picture taken.
You worry you look bad and you immediately go to fix your hair as everyone goes down to take a picture.
"Tsk, tsk, you look fine, señorita." Thanos nudges you which makes you smile shyly. Namgyu rolls his eyes and you guys head down.
You step into a pink room and people line up to take pictures. Some guy is making a fool of himself singing Thanos' lyrics which makes you cringe.
As you line up to take a picture Thanos goes to take his and his 'fans' crowd around him, wanting a group photo which makes you cringe a bit too. Thanos looks unphased and it just occurs to you how full of himself he is. Although to be honest, you think he's kinda cute. You kinda want to be in the photo with him but don't want to make a fool out of yourself.
Thanos glanced at you, his eyes sparked interest but when he saw that you weren't looking at him he huffed a little. Instead he called over to player 196. "Hey señorita, there's room for just one more" He called with a smirk.
It made you a slight bit jealous. It's not like you liked him but just the fact that you talked to him and he had chosen someone else that he hadn't spoken to hurt your heart a little. I mean, player 196 was gorgeous, what did you expect? You clenched your hand around your arm, nails once more digging into your skin. It's not even the fact that he called someone else over, its not even about him, it's just that for once you thought you made a connection with someone but once more it seems like you're background noise.
Player 196 declines his offer with a flick of her hair and walks off to take her own photo.
Thanos glanced over at you again, trying to get a better view of your expression.
A guard interrupted and said "Only one person per picture."
Once again people make a commotion and are complaining but the guard makes it clear.
"When we get out of here, I'll take a picture with each of you." Thanos says, as the crowd walked off and lined up to take their own photo.
You stepped up to take a picture, "smile!"the voice rang out. You quickly fixed your hair and did heart fingers for the picture, smiling softly.
After that you walk off, waiting around for nothing in particular and just standing around with the group of other people. Some people were already talking with each other. You felt the pressure and humiliation of being so bad at this stuff. You bit your lip, looking around with mild anxiety, how could you make friends as fast as everyone else? Did you have it in you? Your only friend is an old mechanic that was also your boss so what did you know about friendship?
You felt a tap on your shoulder which startled you.
"Hey señorita, waiting for us?" Thanos said with Namgyu by his side.
You couldn't help but smile a bit, so maybe you weren't a lonely fool after all. Warmth spread through your heart, it was strange how one small thing could change your mood so drastically. "Do you want me to be waiting for you?" You asked.
"Sure, baby. We should stick together." Thanos said and Namgyu blindly nodded along with a sigh. Namgyu wasn't the biggest fan of the fact that Thanos wanted this random girl to hang around and it made you a bit self-conscious. Ever since you were young you could tell when people disliked you and it made you quite a closed off and anxious person.
The guards lead the people out and began heading to the room of the first game...
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Part 2: ‘Sketchy Van’
TRIGGER WARNING!!/CONTENTS: This fic is for 18+, it contains dark themes, self harm!!, alcohol abuse, sexual assault ptsd, suicide references, drug abuse, hateful language, cursing, smut(later on), angst, may be toxic at some point, problematic, may be upsetting. Female reader. It’s set in squidgame. Slow development of relationship.
This one is kinda short so sorry lmao
You waited the two days and finally called the number. Excitement rushing through your body at the thought to make life easier for your best friend and finally find some entertainment in life.
"Please state your name and date of birth." A voice says.
You know it sounds strange that the man is so clearly using a voice changer but you don't give a single damn because what do you have to lose now? Even if this is all a scam at least you felt some form of hope at the end of this all. And at least your best friend got the 100,000 won you got 2 days ago.
"Y/N’s my name and I was born xx/xx/xx. I'm 25 years old." You said without a care in the world.
"Please meet at the car park at 10pm. A car will be there to collect you." The voice says before the call ends.
It did sound quite sketchy but you didn't care. The only thing you could focus on is how much money you'd get. You hoped you'd get enough to pay off your debt and pay your boss for his kindness. That's all you cared about. You were getting a bit restless.
After the clock hit 10pm you were already waiting at the car park buzzing with energy. You had packed a small bag with all the things you needed, like your phone, wallet (with the little money it had) and scissors that you used to cut yourself. You felt embarrassed to be packing the scissors and you hoped no one would look through your bag but it was a necessity to you as that was the only escape you had when things got bad other than alcohol.
A strange van arrived and you got in. There were other people there and they seemed to be asleep...how strange. You saw a strange smoke filling the van and blacked out.
.ᐟ. ✦ SUMMARY: ten long years has passed since you last saw seunghyun. the fear of it not being the same as it had been all those years ago plaguing your mind but turns out you have nothing to worry about
.ᐟ. ✦ WARNINGS: 18+, mdni. unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving) deep throating, choking, dirty talk, sex in a bathroom. swearing.
.ᐟ. ✦ WC: 2.3k
ᐟ . ✦AUTHORS NOTE: i've been sick for the last week and haven't been able to write but we back!! i've missed writing lemme tell you. i hope you guys enjoy this. and dw, they'll be more fics about all the other content we got 👀
Japan was such a beautiful place, always buzzing with people whether they were residents or tourists on vacation. There was always something new to find. No matter how much time you spent there, there was always something new and exciting around the next corner. It was no wonder it was such a dream destination for people. That was one of the reasons you had decided to move there. You had first visited the country with your family as a teen, instantly falling in love with the place. After many discussions, your parents had loved it so much that they had uprooted their whole lives to live there. It was a lot to get used to. The culture was completely different, the language barrier a problem at firs but you had taken to learning the language as best you could. Now, all these years later, you were fluent. You had always thought learning another language was a beautiful thing and now here you were able to speak one. Japan had been kind to you, it had given you a completely new life — one you were incredibly thankful for.
One other thing it had given you was Choi Seunghyun.
It had first started when you had attended a BigBang concert in your early twenties — you had been a huge fan of the band and your parents had got you tickets that year as a Christmas present. The concert had been perfect, everything you could have wished for and more but what you didn't expect was what had happened afterwards. You had been taking a quick smoke break outside the arena before you caught your train back to your area of the city when a familiar face had leaned against the wall next to you. Seunghyun, with his handsome face and incredibly aloof demeanor had said nothing at first but the second you spoke to him, the two of you hit it off. One thing led to another and before you knew it you were back in his hotel room, tangled in his sheets.
That's how it had started and that's how it continued each time he visited Japan. It had never been anything serious; two people hooking up whenever they had a chance to see each other, nothing more. But, then it all stopped. Seunghyun's 'scandal' broke and he had hid himself away. The texts from him stopped, all communication had ended. It had hurt more than you thought it would but not because you were in love with him, no. Maybe, over the years you had developed some kind of feelings for him but you were mostly concerned about him. Despite the relationship you two had mostly being about sex, you confided in each other, spilled your deepest, darkest secrets. That was how you had learned how much of an anxious, emotional person he was. You just hoped that he had someone with him through those difficult times.
It had been ten years since he had last stepped foot in Japan. Ten years since you had a text off him but that all changed.
Seunghyun
Hey, this is Seunghyun. Hope this is still the right number but… you still in Japan?
You
Oh, long time, no see. But, yeah, it's still me. Still in Japan.
Seunghyun
Heading there for a fan meet next week. Want to meet up?
The nerves were running through you like wildfire. It had been ten long years since you had seen him. For all you knew, your connection could've changed. The fire that had always been there before might have died out. Ten years was a long time, feelings and thoughts changed — people changed and you definitely weren't the same person you had been a decade ago. Neither was he. It was a reunion you never thought would happen again. You had resigned yourself to never seeing him again but now you were five minutes away from being face to face with the guy who had consumed your thoughts all those years ago.
Seunghyun had invited you to the Gucci event he was attending. He hadn't told you much just to dress nice so you had picked out your nicest outfit, making sure you could look your best. You never attended events like these. You were one of those people who would much prefer to stay inside away from the crowds and people. But, he had asked you and how could you refuse.
The air felt like it had been punched from your lungs the second you laid your eyes on him. He looked incredible. His hair styled perfectly, dressed in all black and that damn leather jacket. No words had been spoken between you two yet and he was already driving you insane. Time had been good to him. If anything, you thought he looked the most handsome he ever had.
"Hi," he laughed awkwardly, giving you a small wave as he approached. "You look… great."
"Oh, thank you," you couldn't help the blush on your cheeks from appearing. "So, do you. I can't believe its been so long."
"I'm sorry," he frowned. "I swear I wanted to reach out sooner but… I wasn't in a good place and I couldn't drag you down with me."
You shook your head, reaching your hand out to rest on his forearm. "Hey, it's okay. You're here now and that's what matters. You're doing good now, yeah?"
"Yeah, really good."
"I'm glad."
"So, want to come look at some really expensive jewelry with me so I don't go bored out of my mind?" He held his arm out for you which you gladly took.
"Lead the way."
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The electricity between you was still there. Each time you felt his hand on your lower back guiding you or when he leaned in to whisper in your ear in that deep, gentle voice of his, you felt the sparks. It was making you dizzy. In the past decade you had been with a few other guys but none of them made you feel the way Seunghyun did when he touched you. It was purely innocent too so you could only imagine how it would feel if he ever touched you again like he used to.
At one point, at the end of the event when Seunghyun had said goodbye to people, he had noticed you tense up when he placed his hand on your back. He tilted his head to the side, concern lacing his voice. "Everything okay?"
You hummed, nodding your head. "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine."
"You sure, you seem really tense…" He eyed you suspiciously, the high tone of your voice piquing his interest.
"Just… cold in here."
"Cold, huh?"
"Yep."
"And that's why your cheeks are flushed?" He teased, leaning in a little closer to whisper in your ear.
You didn't speak, you couldn't. The feeling of his hot breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine. He knew, of course he did. That smirk on his face gave it all away. And, to top it all off, he decided to tease you even more by snaking his arm around your waist, his hand resting firmly against you. With no words, he guided you through the halls of the venue until he found the empty bathrooms. There was no hesitation in his movements when he pulled you into one of the stalls. He crowded into you, pressing you up against the stall wall.
"Now," he started, voice low. "Are you going to tell me the truth? What's wrong?"
"You already know. Don't make me say it."
"I want to it hear it."
"You're driving me crazy!" You blurted out. "Showing up looking like… that. I didn't know what to expect after all this time but, my God, Seunghyun, you're driving me insane."
"Good answer," he gave you no time to answer, his lips crashing against yours. His hand came up to tangle in your hair, tugging your head back so he could deepen the kiss. His tongue tangled with yours, lips moving furiously as he tasted you again after all this time. He pulled away for a second, lips ghosting over yours, speaking breathlessly. "For the record, the feeling is very mutual."
His hand guided one of yours to the prominent bulge straining against his pants. When you rubbed your palm against him, he groaned, his lips finding yours once again. It was like you couldn't get enough of each other. The tension, the desire of the last decade finally coming to a head. You pulled your head back from him, sinking down to your knees. Quickly, you unbuckled his belt, tugging his pants down his legs. He let out a hiss as the cold air hit him, his cock hard and aching. You wasted no time wrapping your hand around his length, your thumb swiping over the head of his cock gathering the precum using it to glide your hand around him smoother.
"Fuck," Seunghyun huffed, his head falling back against the stall. "Forgot how good it feels to have you touchin' me like that."
"It's about to get even better," you smirked. Seunghyun watched with hooded eyes as you leaned forward, your tongue licking a long stripe on the underside of his cock from bottom to top. Your tongue swirled around the tip, moaning as you tasted him. The second your lips wrapped around him, Seunghyun felt like he was in heaven. He watched your every move as you took him in your mouth. What you couldn't fit in, you pumped with your hand, setting a steady rhythm. Seunghyun couldn't help but roll his hips against your face. You felt his fingers tangling in your hair, twitching with the urge to pull you even deeper. He watched the way your cheeks hollowed out with every slide, his hips beginning to thrust to match your rhythm.
"Holy fuck," he rasped, his voice a deep, guttural groan. His control was failing, he was struggling to hold back. "Don't stop."
He finally lost it when you took him deep into the back of your throat, choking around him. He grit his teeth, holding your head in place as he took control. His hips snapped against your face driving himself deep into your mouth with each lunge. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you. The way you were drooling, the tears at the corners of your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. It was all too much.
With all the strength he could muster, he pulled himself from your mouth with a pop, gasping heaving breaths. No words were spoken as he hauled you up, spinning you around so you were facing the wall. He kicked your feet apart, spreading your legs for him. It took him all of five seconds to pull your dress up, pull your panties to the side and position himself. He dragged his cock through your wet folds, moaning at the sensation. "So wet for me."
"Always," you gasped, trying to push back against him but he held your hips firmly still. "Please, Seunghyun. Just fuck me."
"Since you asked so nicely."
In one smooth thrust, he pushed himself inside you to the hilt, his hips flush against your ass. He let out a long, deep groan, stilling for a moment. You moaned at the feeling of him inside you after so long. He was so big, so deep. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to feel so full. He pulled his hips back almost all the way out before thrust back in heavily. Your hands rested against the wall, head hanging as he fucked you slow and hard.
"Missed this, missed you," he mumbled, his voice strained. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming quicker — short, sharp bursts that had your body jolting with each thrust. "Gonna fuck you until I'm the only damn thing you can think about."
One of his hands slid up your back, moving to wrap around your throat, hosting you up so your back was flush against his chest. His lips found your neck, kissing a trail of kisses along your and down your shoulder. "Look at you, takin' me so good. Such a good girl, aren't you? Always were."
"Don't stop, please," you begged. "I'm so close."
Those words were his final undoing. His hand that had been around your neck slid down between your legs, his thumb finding your clit, pressing down in rough circles. "Come on, baby. Cum for me, let me feel you."
The whispered words in your ear, the way his cock was driving into you was sending you crazy. Your nails dug into his forearm, your body tensing as your orgasm hit you. You cried out his name, your walls tightening around him. He didn't relent, his cock still pounding into you hard and fast. Three more thrusts and he stilled inside you, a muffled groan of your name against your shoulder as he spilled himself inside you.
Your body went limp against him, the only sounds filling the empty bathroom were your heavy breaths as you both came back down to Earth. He pulled out of you, helping you straighten out your clothes, pulling his own pants back up. He leaned against the wall, hand raking through his hair as he looked over at you, smiling crookedly. "Wasn't exactly planning on fucking you in a bathroom the first time we saw each other again. Wanted to make it special."
"…so romantic," you teased, smiling back at him.
"Yeah, yeah," he blushed. "Was planning on asking you out to dinner and everything."
"Well, you still can."
"Yeah?"
"Ask me," you said softly, stepping forward to smooth out the leather jacket that had been driving you crazy all time.
"Want to go for dinner?" He asked, tucking your hair behind your ear, looking at you nervously as if your answer would be no.
Author’s Note: Rather than keep a formal upload schedule, I’m just going to upload as I proofread/edit the chapters. 😅
CH 6
By the time Zero Coke begins you realize you dissociated through all of Ovaya, or perhaps hearing it tucked you farther into the recesses of your memories.
A waiter carrying food crosses your path. You grab a bite and settle in a corner to reflect. Your heart aches as you hear Seunghyun’s haunting voice singing “ I need somebody. I really need somebody…”
At the end of 2024 you needed somebody too…and you thought that somebody was Seunghyun. The song shifts and the chaos of ADHD begins…
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Despite having his number after your meeting, the two of you remained radio silent with one another. Which was good, considering you had developed a growing doubt in the pit of your stomach that was telling you to run back to him. You were able to ignore it for a while but by the middle of 2024, it was exacerbated.
You and Jae had been having frequent arguments over your future. His longing to be a father was now a topic of daily conversation and you were having trouble coming up with new ways to deflect.
“We aren’t even married Jae.” You sigh in an attempt to reset him.
“I didn’t know you were so traditional…” He dramatically gets down on one knee. “Y/N I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
You roll your eyes. “I am serious Jae. Children are a big step and you can’t even commit to marriage.”
“I have a ring…I’m just waiting for the right time. You know this.” He says, pulling you down to the floor with him and into a kiss.
”Two kids into our relationship is not the right time, babe.” You grin against him.
“Okay, Okay…I’ll work on it.” He says kissing you.
“But we can keep trying…” He says seductively, grabbing your ass.
You told him at your last yearly check up that you’d had your IUD removed. But in reality, you’d had it replaced. You were three months in and assumed you had up to a year before he started questioning. By then I’ll feel more secure and change my mind, you’d told yourself.
In the fall, Jae became obsessed with owning a certain David Hockney painting he had seen in a museum as a child. He began telling you about having his picture made with it and feeling this overwhelming sense of need to own it. He had reached out to Seunghyun’s manager about it in hopes he could point him in the direction of tracking it down but never got a response. So naturally, he asked if you could reach out to him.
You did and got a response immediately. Jae was ecstatic, when he found out that you were meeting with Seunghyun about it. If the meeting was successful, you had decided you would keep the piece a secret, telling him the deal fell through. If you could track it down and purchase it for him as a surprise, it would be more meaningful. When you met Seunghyun at his apartment that’s when everything changed.
The meeting began as normal, sitting in the dining room, Seunghyun showing you the art dealer connection he had and walking you through the steps of reaching out and setting up a sale. He was the perfect gentleman, offering to assist you every step of the way. The painting was in LA, which was convenient as Jae’s new movie would be filming there into late 2025. The plan was made, all that you needed to do was set up some meetings, have conversation, and pay for the artwork. What threw a wrench in the plan was the amount of wine you injested during your time together.
As you stand to leave, you realize you're drunk.
“I think you need to sit down.” Seunghyun laughs, leading you to his couch. “I can drink an entire bottle of wine with no repercussions, but you…not so much.”
You squeeze your eyes closed tightly. “I haven’t had alcohol in a while so that probably has something to do with it.”
He looks to you with his brow raised, “You and Jae are…”
You shake your head, which makes you dizzy. “It’s a long story…but he thinks we are. I’m not there…”
”Oh…”
You rest your head on his shoulder as you try to get a hold of the spinning room.
”You okay?” He asks tiling your chin up to him.
“Yeah…” Is all you can manage before you lean up and kiss him.
He doesn’t move at first, but right as you go to pull away his hand cups your face, holding you still. You part your lips inviting his tongue to explore. A small moan escapes your lips as he pulls you into his lap.
Your hands find his fading lavender hair, threading your fingers through it. His kiss is hot, needy and you had forgotten how much you missed it.
You feel him harden under you as you break away to catch your breath, your hands on either side of his face, awaiting the next move.
“You have to go.” He says, suddenly helping you stand.
Both your breaths are labored, your lips pink as you register what you’ve done.
“I’m calling you a car.”
He walks you down, opening the door for you.
“I appreciate your help.” You say, both of you refusing to acknowledge what just happened.
He nods quickly. “Yeah, anytime.”
When you get back home you take a cold shower in hopes of resetting your brain and body. But that encounter awoke something within you that Jae can’t tame. The next week, Jae began work in LA with you planning to visit him for the holidays and to stay a few months into the new year.
One night you can’t sleep so you decide to text Seunghyun.
Can’t sleep…meet at our spot for a smoke?
You didn’t have an ulterior motive initially, just two old friends battling insomnia and meeting for a late night smoke break in the park. Somehow, one thing leads to another and suddenly you’re on your knees in the park bathroom, Seunghyun’s hand tangled in your hair, his back bracing the stall.
You take him to your mouth as his hand finds its way to your hair.
“We shouldn’t be doing this…” He groans.
You feel him push back in an attempt to resist temptation when you flatten your tongue and take him fully.
“Fuck, Y/N.” He groans as you work your magic.
You recall Seunghyun always being a big fan of your work. You smile to yourself as his grip intensifies.
“You let Jae fuck that pretty little mouth of yours like this?” He moans, thrusting towards the back of your throat.
You pull away looking up at him. “Never, only you.” You say seductively before taking him back into your mouth, swirling your tongue while your hand continues stroking him.
He thrusts into your mouth again, this time allowing him to continue as you grip his thighs.
He holds your head still as he releases down the back of your throat. You swallow then stand to face him.
His eyes are half lidded and he’s breathing heavily. “God you’re good at that…” he sighs, kissing you.
“I leave for California next week.” You say, pulling him out of the stall, lighting a cigarette.
”Can I see you one more time before you go?” Seunghyun asks, nervously.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Two days before you’re set to leave you meet Seugnhyun at his studio.
You knock cautiously and after a beat, Seunghyun is standing in the doorway, oversized hoodie, sweatpants, glasses, his hair disheveled in the way it gets when he’s living in headphones, recording.
”Come in.” He says, stepping out of the threshold. The studio is just as you remember.
“You’re recording an album?” You ask optimistically.
He nods. “I’m working towards getting there. It won’t be released for a while.”
You smile at him. “It’s a long time coming.”
He clears his throat. “I know things between us have been…heated. But I want to be clear, breaking up your relationship is not my intention. It’s probably best if we just end things here and cut off communication when you go to LA.”
You study him momentarily. “Please forgive me for sounding rude, but is that why you asked me here, Tempo? To break off whatever this is? Or did you have something else in mind initially?”
”Touche…” He sighs. “I asked to see you again for selfish reasons that I regret now that you’re here. Sneaking around is not fair to you or Jae…”
”Maybe I am being selfish too…” You exhale, mustering up the courage to make your next move. “But now that I am here, with you, I don’t regret my choice.” You approach him.
He leans against the soundboard, hands propped on either side as if to prevent himself from giving in to temptation.
“Since that first night at the park I haven’t stopped thinking about you…us. What could be…”
He furrows his brow. “Stop.” He declares holding up his hands. “Don’t throw away what you have Y/N. Jae-Joon is good for you…”
”You were good for me once…you could be again.” You toy with the hem of his shirt.
He groans in frustration, running his hand through his hair. “Y/N…I-We can’t…we shouldn’t…” Against his better judgement, his hand finds your waist.
The logical part of your brain has shut down and you're simply following your heart. You pull him into a deep kiss.
He places his hands firmly on your arms, pushing you away from him, but holding you close. ”If we start this, I’m not going to stop.” He whispers, placing his forehead on yours. “I need to know. Is this what you really want?”
“Yes.” You breathe. It’s all he needs before he sweeps you up in his arms and carries you to the oversized couch.
He lays you down carefully, hovering over you. He trails kisses down your neck, stopping to undo your jeans, sliding them off slowly before folding them and placing them on the nearby chair.
“Always a gentleman.” You can’t help but smile as you remove your shirt, tossing it to him.
He blushes, placing your shirt on the back of the chair followed by his own clothing. He returns beside you, his hand tracing every inch of your body as if refamiliarizing himself with it, stopping at your inner thigh.
“Don’t be shy.” You breathe in his ear, your hips raised towards his hand.
He can feel your wetness seeping through the fabric. He teases your entrance a moment before sliding his fingers inside you.
You stifle your gasp, suddenly embarrassed by your desperation.
“Hmmm, does your boyfriend make you this wet?” He prods, inserting a third finger before curling them, hitting the most perfect spot.
“N-no…” You whimper, nails digging into his forearm. Seunghyun has always been good with his hands. So good, you can feel yourself reaching climax in record time, but right as you reach your peak he pulls away, stripping you of your underwear.
“I want to make this last.” He says, his head settling between your legs.
“Oh God…” You moan. You quickly remember just how good Seunghyun is at this. Oral wasn’t Jae’s favorite but he would oblige here and there but this…this is pure heaven.
His hands grip your thighs with just the right amount of pressure to hold you in place. “Missed your taste.” He groans as his tongue explores. Your hands find his hair as it takes everything within you to hold still.
“I want…” You gasp as he looks up from between your legs.
“Tell me what you want, Princess.”
Fuck.
You unravel beneath his mouth. Leaving you catching your breath, he stands without your answer and removes his boxers, sliding on a condom.
“You know what I want.” You breathe as he climbs on top of you, positioning himself between your legs.
“Hmmm, but I want to hear you say it.” He grins. “It’s been so long since I’ve heard it.” He adds marking your neck and collarbone, unmoving.
“I want you inside me.” You practically beg as he shifts his weight, aligning himself at your entrance, you vaguely recall the roles being reversed. You held control in the past, but now, you’ll do anything to feel the way you once felt.
He pushes in slowly, then stops, allowing your body time to accommodate his size.
Like muscle memory, you adjust almost immediately and wrap your legs around him, attempting to pull him closer.
“Slow down, I’m not going anywhere.” He smiles, holding your gaze.
After a few seconds you can’t take it anymore. “M-Move…please.” You beg.
“Hmm, I like to hear you beg for it.” He groans.
You stiffen as he bottoms out. He fills you in such a euphoric way they is sends your senses into overdrive.
“You okay?” He pauses, asking genuinely.
“More than okay.” You nod. “I’ve missed this…you.” You whisper as he begins thrusting slow and deep. In this moment you overcome with emotion. The last sexual encounter you had with Seunghyun was chaotic, abrasive. This…this is reminiscent of what once was…
One hand is tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck while the other is laced with his. Your mouth on his hungry, desperate to make up for lost time. Your bodies falling in sync as if they’d never been apart.
“Such a good girl, taking me so well.” He praises as he fucks you harder.
His pace quickens as you feel your second orgasm approaching. “I-I’m…”
“Cum for me, Princess.” He growls, as you both tumble over the edge.
Afterwards, you’re overcome with emotion. Seunghyun pulls you in close, wrapping the two of you in a blanket that was draped across the back of the sofa. You rest your head on his chest as you get lost in thought. Jae…Your life together…cheating…What the fuck am I doing?
As if reading your mind, Seunghyun breaks your thoughts, “We can’t keep doing this…This has to end.”
You look up at him, torn between the old life you so desperately want to return to and the one you know is safe.
”I-I could leave him…” You begin.
“I would never ask you to do that.” He says firmly.
“I don’t know that I can be what he wants.” You feel yourself beginning to spiral. “What if I want you?”
His eyes are sorrowful for a moment and a sense of dread builds inside you. “You’re chasing a relationship we had long ago...”
“He’s going to ask me to marry him, Seunghyun.”
”And you should say yes.” He says seriously. “This is not sustainable. You know that…If you threw away your life with him and I hurt you all over again, I…wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
You stay silent. He’s right. When you're together its good but when it goes wrong, it goes bad very quickly.
“Jae is the best choice for you. This isn’t reality.” He says, tilting your chin up to him, looking deep into your eyes. “Marry him, have his baby. Stop looking back for me.”
“Then this is really the end?” You search his face for a hint of uncertainty. But instead you're met with stoic honesty.
“Our time is up.” He says quietly.
The two of you stay intertwined for what feels like an eternity. Drifting in and out of sleep and each other’s presence. You wait until the last possible minute to leave for the airport. Through your tears you get dressed and gather your things. Hearing Seunghyun’s words give you the validation you need to make up your mind. You will marry Jae, you will have a family together.
Heyy can u write smth for reader being thanos's sugar baby
sugar baby
α/n: hell yeah, broke girls unite!! this has been rotting in my notes for α loooong time.
content: first, you're going to get α quick throwback on how you met thanos followed by sugar baby headcanons and obviously some nsfw hehe. → unprotected piv, cum, choking, semi-public sex, sex toys, oral sex (m receiving)
the economy hasn’t exactly been a girl’s best friend lately. you wouldn't necessarily classify yourself as materialistic, but you appreciated the finer, nicer things in life—just like anyone else with taste. but there's a specific, universal type of misery reserved for the moment you realize you've run out of absolutely everything all at once. it's never just the mascara; it's a domino effect that claims your whole vanity.
which is how you ended up standing under the harsh, buzzing fluorescent lights of the local drugstore, clutching a small, sad pile of essentials: shampoo, mascara, lip liner, and lotion. the checkout line was agonizingly long, snaking past the impulse-buy racks, and by the time you finally reached the cashier, you were already exhausted. then came the real killer. the total flashed on the screen, and your stomach dropped. inflation was genuinely getting disrespectful at this point. you stared down at the counter, a wave of defeat washing over you as you began the grim mental calculus of which product was going to be sacrificed to the drugstore gods this time.
“uhm, can you remove this one please?” you muttered to the cashier, your voice laced with quiet embarrassment as you pushed the bottle of lotion aside.
before the cashier could even scan it out, a heavily tattooed hand slid into your field of vision, firmly pushing the bottle back toward your pile.
“keep it. and add these, too,” a deep voice commanded from right behind you. a cascade of items clattered onto the conveyor belt next to your stuff: two energy drinks and a pack of mint gum.
you blinked, looking up in sheer confusion, only to find yourself staring at a guy who looked like he’d walked straight out of a mood board. he had messy purple hair, wore an oversized vintage varsity jacket, and ink peeked out from under his sleeves and up his neck. but what really arrested your attention was his face. he was breathtakingly handsome. honestly, even if he didn't have a dime to his name, he could probably still pay his rent with that face card alone. it was almost unfair.
“no, really, it’s fine. i don't need it,” you stammered, trying to push the lotion back out of the equation. you weren't about to be a charity case for a random pretty boy.
“nah,” he insisted, a lazy, confident grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “a señorita needs her beauty products.”
behind him, a collective, irritated sigh rippled through the long queue. people were actively glaring at the two of you for holding up the line, so to avoid causing a scene, you finally backed off and let him have his way. the cashier, clearly checked out and wanting to speed things along, mindlessly shoved everything—your toiletries and his snacks—into the exact same plastic bag. you couldn't help but wonder if he'd engineered that on purpose, using the shared bag as a tactical excuse to keep talking to you.
not that you were entirely complaining. getting this kind of tattention from someone that attractive felt like a little piece of divine intervention, or maybe just the universe finally paying you back for a bad week.
he tapped his card against the reader with a casual beep, grabbed the heavy bag, and turned to walk out. you followed him through the automatic sliding doors into the cool evening air.
“thanks, but it really wasn’t necessary,” you said, catching up to his long strides. you noticed the subtle way his chest expanded, your gratitude immediately feeding right into his ego. “how can i pay you back?”
he stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. for a solid, quiet second, he just stared at you, his brow furrowing slightly as if he were concentrating incredibly hard. it looked like he was forming his very first thought of the day.
“give me your number,” he finally said, a slow, smug smirk spreading across his face.
you let out a soft, skeptical laugh. “i mean, i don’t want to disappoint you, but i’m not really interested in dating anyone right now.” yes, he was devastatingly hot, but he practically radiated a lack of trustworthiness. then again, maybe that was just your own deeply ingrained trust issues doing the talking. “plus, i don’t even know you.”
“oh, yeah. true,” he said, shifting his weight and clearing his throat to fix his demeanor. “i’m thanos.”
you raised an eyebrow, your expression blanking into utter bewilderment. thanos? like the marvel villain who wiped out half the universe? was this guy seriously messing with you right now?
“you’re not funny,” you said, the warmth fading as irritation took over. you were tired, you had a headache, and you just wanted your mascara so you could go home.
“what?!” he asked, looking genuinely offended before bursting into a chuckle. “that’s my stage name. i’m a rapper. you can google me later, i promise.”
a rapper. well, that certainly explained the casual spending and the zero-hesitation card tap. out of a lingering sense of respect for the fact that he just saved you from a dry-skin crisis, you decided to play along and gave him your actual name.
his eyes lit up a little. “cool. now, about that number?” he insisted, pulling out a sleek, expensive phone and hovering his thumb over the keypad.
you sighed, realizing he wasn't going to let this go easily. besides, he did just buy your whole routine. you gave in, rattling off the digits while he typed them in with a satisfied expression. when he finished, he tapped a few more times, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“what did you save me as?” you asked, catching the smirk.
he turned the screen toward you. typed in clean letters next to your number was: sugar baby.
you groaned, letting out a half-amused, half-exasperated laugh. “seriously? why?”
“because,” he laughed, sliding the phone back into his jacke
t pocket with a wink. “i paid for your things, didn't i? rules are rules.”
you shook your head, fighting back a smile as you took the drugstore bag from his hand. “would you have done that for anyone else in that line?” you asked, raising an eyebrow quizzically.
“nah,” he said instantly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with total certainty.
you didn't believe him for a second—a guy who looked like that definitely had a habit of being a knight in shining armor for pretty girls—but it was a smooth answer nonetheless.
“right. well, i gotta go,” you said, adjusting the bag in your grip and taking a step backward.
“you want a ride? i can drop you off,” he offered, gesturing vaguely toward the parking lot where a nice car was undoubtedly sitting.
“nah, i live super near. thanks though,” you said, offering him one last genuine smile.
“suit yourself. check your phone later,” he called out. you parted ways, walking into the night with a full skincare routine and a very dangerous new contact in your phone.
HEADCANONS
he treats you like absolute royalty. his favorite thing to do is brag about how much money he drops on u to his producer friends, completely funding your luxury lifestyle just because he can.
your allowances are scheduled like a clock. every single month, a massive deposit hits your account with a note that just says "for my senorita," and he gets genuinely offended if u don't spend it all.
he loves taking you on private shopping sprees where he literally tells the designer staff to bring out the rarest, most expensive bags from the back room just to watch u pick your favorite colors.
your wardrobe is entirely funded by him. if u mention u like a new collection that just dropped on the runway, the entire line is delivered to your apartment the next morning before u even wake up.
he gets u a private penthouse in the city and covers the rent, bills, and interior design completely, telling u that his princess deserves nothing less than a mansion in the sky.
his texts are short and straight to the bag. you'll randomly get a "check your account" or "the driver is outside with your jewelry" text while he's busy in the studio.
he loves showing u off in the VIP section at his clubs. he makes sure u have the best seat, the most expensive champagne flowing, and that everyone knows you're the most expensive girl in the room.
if u ever buy something yourself, he gets annoyed. he’ll check his black card statement, notice u didn't use it, and text u immediately like, "what am i paying u for? use my money, stop playing."
he assigns a 24/7 personal driver and private security detail to u. you don't lift a finger or touch a door handle; you're driven everywhere in a luxury tinted SUV.
he loves buying u custom, iced-out jewelry. he’ll design a diamond-encrusted bracelet or necklace just for u, making sure it shines completely under the club lights.
whenever you're bored, he’ll just wire u extra cash "for the vibes" so u can go get your nails done, go to the spa, or hit up luxury boutiques with your friends.
he behaves like a total boastful menace about u. if anyone asks about your designer clothes, he’ll smirk and say, "yeah, thanos bought that. only the best for my girl."
he has zero concept of limits when it comes to u. u casually say u want a new watch, and he buys u a custom diamond-flooded piece that costs more than a sports car.
he loves it when u look expensive. he’ll sit back on his studio couch, smoking and grinning, just watching u walk in wearing the designer heels and clothes he paid for.
your spa days are entirely on his tab. every single week, u have unlimited access to the most exclusive wellness centers for full-body treatments and massages.
he loves wrapping his heavy, luxury designer coats around your shoulders when you're leaving the club together, making sure the paparazzi see how well-dressed you are.
he will literally fund any project or business you want to start just to see u succeed, cutting a massive check without even looking at the business plan.
during late-night studio sessions, he orders the most expensive catering in the city just for u, making sure your favorite luxury meals are waiting for u on his desk.
he loves the aesthetic of you holding stacks of his cash. he’ll literally hand u a thick bundle of hundred-dollar bills just to take a blurry, aesthetic photo of u for his private feed.
whenever u thank him for the princess treatment, he just chuckles, pulls u into a brief hug, and says, "don't worry about it, princess. your only job is looking beautiful and letting thanos handle the rest."
NSFW
he connects your financial allowance directly to how well u perform for him, telling u exactly how he wants to be taken care of.
he frequently sends boxes of explicit, high-end designer lingerie to your house with notes that say: “wear this to the studio tonight, and don't put anything else on under it.”
if u visit him at his corporate office or studio, he locks the heavy doors immediately, pulls u onto his mahogany desk, and takes u right there while his unreleased tracks are playing in the background.
his talk in bed is incredibly dirty and money-focused. he loves growling stuff like, "look at u, getting this wet for my money, such a good little sugar baby," to drive u insane.
he gets a massive thrill from overstimulating u. he’ll buy u expensive wireless toys and control them from across the VIP booth, watching u squirm while he talks business with his managers.
he loves rough, possessive handling. he’ll grip your waist until his knuckles turn white, forcing u to look at yourself in his bedroom's floor-to-ceiling mirrors while he hammers into u from behind.
he has a heavy biting fetish when he loses his composure. he will leave deep, dark marks along your collarbone and chest so everyone knows exactly whose wealth is keeping u.
he loves making u give him head under his desk while he’s on important industry calls, clenching his jaw and gripping your hair tightly as u swallow him while he tries to keep his voice steady.
he has insane stamina and a high drive, especially on drugs. he’ll come back to your place at 4 a.m. after a show, completely high on adrenaline, rip your clothes off, and demand your immediate attention.
his kisses are deep, wet, and completely bruising. he loves sticking his tongue down your throat, completely muffling your loud moans while his massive hands trace your bare skin.
he is incredibly cocky about how wet u get for him. he’ll slide his fingers into your underwear, feel how soaked u are, and smirk, "damn, you're practically leaking just from thinking about my black card."
he loves taking risks in public. he’ll pull u onto his lap in the back of his luxury SUV with the tinted glass up, pulling your underwear to the side and driving into u while the driver navigates heavy traffic.
he specifically buys high-friction satin and silk sheets for his bed because he loves the sound of your bare skin sliding against the fabric when things get sweaty and intense.
he loves choking u just a bit—pressing his thumb firmly against your windpipe to make your throat tighten around his name while he drives his entire length deep inside u.
he gets turned on when u mess up his expensive clothes. he loves it when u get your juices and precum all over his designer baggy jorts or luxury boxers while playing with him under the desk.
if u ever try to tease him or walk away when he’s fully hard, he will grab u by your hair, yank u right back onto his lap, and whisper, "you think this is a game? fix this right now."
he loves rubbing his thick, leaking tip all over your clit and opening without actually inserting himself, driving u to the absolute edge until u are literally begging him to fuck u.
he loves pinning both your wrists over your head with just one of his massive hands, completely dominating your movement while he thrusts into u at a hard, unforgiving pace.
the morning after a wild, dirty night where u did exactly what he wanted, you’ll wake up to a massive notification on your phone showing a huge bonus deposit, followed by a text: "good girl. go buy that diamond watch u wanted."
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FUCKING UR BF ON MOLLY
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the loud smacking of your gum filled the room along with the wet slurping noise of your boyfriend in between your legs. your friends were downstairs, you could hear them squealing and the sound of rap music blasting through the speakers. your head was thrown back, your hands busy holding your legs apart before coming up to dig your nails into your scalp with a moan. it was too much, your mouth dry and your legs shaking against his head. su bong moaned as he licked his ring and middle finger, sliding them in between your wet folds. you were soaked to say the least, clear drops of arousal dripping down the valley of your ass. you opened your eyes, your lashes fluttering as thanos slurped at your clit, his fingers curling into your g spot. you were already close after what had only been 2 minutes, “oh fuck! yesyesyesyes—“ you cut yourself off with a mewl as thanos pulled away, fumbling with his belt. you sat up, still soothing your intense molly jaw with the repetitive motion of smacking your gum. you grabbed your boyfriend’s face, pulling him close to kiss him sloppily. you moaned into his mouth, feeling his dick line up with your pussy. thanos moaned with you, too absorbed in the euphoria to care about anything else. you were so warm, why were you so warm? he pulled away to pull his shirt off, sweat glistening on his chest. “take your top off baby,” he helped you rid yourself of your top and bra, leaving your bare chest for him to squeeze. you rolled your eyes in the back of your head as he bottomed out,
“ah! mmmmfuckk..” you had your mouth agape, a small smile on your face as he started to thrust into your wet pussy. the music muffled your moans slightly, but the drug made everything more intense, louder, better. your hands came up to tug on his hair, pulling him in for another nasty kiss, a faint taste of liquor on both of y’alls breath. your pussy clenched around his cock, his head moving down to suck on your tits, palming one of them roughly. his tongue swirled around your swollen bud and you swore you saw the light for a moment. he pushed you to lay down, your head lolling back into the bed. you didn’t even realize but your eyes were rolling in the back of your head again, your jaw slack and pupils blown. you felt your orgasm building up, his moans getting louder. “thanos…” you grabbed at his hips, his chest, and his broad shoulders. “cum with me, im so clo—fuck!” you grabbed his hand as your pussy convulsed around him, your orgasm making you violently shake and scream. he wasn’t far behind, pulling out to pump himself two times before nutting on your stomach with a stifled curse. “shit…” he moaned as he wiped his slick cock against your puffy folds. he collapsed on top of you, laying his head in between your shoulder and neck. his hand came up to grope your tits, his free one sliding up and down your body. “again.” you begged, pushing him off you.
imagine if reader was in a abusive relationship and su bong was her friend and he found out
my safe place
α/n: oh yeah, i had so much fun imagining and writing this. he’s so protector coded grrrrr #needthat also wrote this half asleep pls ignore typos once again, you already know i hate rereading
warnings : abuse, domestic violence, mention of sexual assault, bruises, alcohol, language, protected piv
words: ~ 6k (you’re getting spoiled)
you had been in this relationship for a really long time, but you would be lying if you said you were happy. for a while, you just were not emotionally ready to admit to yourself that it was abusive. it was so far from the love story you had always dreamed of having. you felt like you were nothing but a body to your boyfriend. the worst part was that he would not even take no for an answer most of the time. you honestly did not know if that feeling was worse than the times he actually hurt you physically.
luckily, you had a safe space. that safe space was your friend subong, or thanos, which is what his fanbase called him. he was a really famous rapper, but he always made time for you no matter how busy he got. that was the main reason your boyfriend hated him and was always against you hanging out with him.
one day, thanos invited you to one of his concerts. you were sitting in the crowd with semi, chatting and having fun, before you suddenly realized your phone screen was about to go dark.
"hey, semi. do you have a charger? my phone is about to die," you told her, looking at the low battery sign.
she opened her purse and started digging through it, but she could not find anything. "i don't think so, no. but don't worry, i will send you all the videos i take anyway," she replied.
you just nodded your head. you did not want to tell her that it was not about the videos at all. it was about your boyfriend, because you shared your live location with him, and you knew what would happen if it stopped updating.
the concert ended up being amazing, and you had so much fun watching thanos perform. after the show finished, the venue started to get empty. security let you and semi go backstage, where you met up with thanos and namgyu. all of you stood around talking and laughing. thanos was being a total goofball, making funny faces and cracking jokes to celebrate a good show.
"you guys liked the energy tonight?" thanos asked, wiping some sweat from his forehead with a goofy grin.
"you were okay," namgyu joked, making everyone laugh.
after hanging out for a while, it was finally time to go home. since you all lived near each other, thanos offered to drive everyone back. he dropped off semi and namgyu first, and you were the last one left in the car. he pulled up to your building, and you said goodbye before walking inside.
you walked up the stairs to your apartment, feeling the dread sink back into your stomach. you did not even have time to knock or unlock the door before your boyfriend ripped it open. he grabbed your arm and pulled you inside roughly, slamming the door shut behind you.
"why was your location off?" he yelled right in your face, his eyes full of anger.
"my phone died!" you said back, trying to pull away from his grip.
"you have been out with that stupid rapper again, haven't you?" he screamed, getting closer to you.
"it was just a concert with semi and namgyu too! let go of me!" you tried to fight back, arguing with him, but he just gripped your arm even harder. it hurt so bad that tears sprang to your eyes.
"ouch! stop! you are hurting me!" you cried out.
at your words, he let go of your arm so suddenly and with so much force that you lost your balance. you fell hard onto the floor, scraping your knee and elbow against the ground. you stayed down there, crying silently as the pain throbbed through your body.
he just stood over you, looking down with disgust, and started saying horrible, hurtful things. "did you guys fuck? did you slutty bitch suck that stupid rapper's dick tonight?"
"no!" you sobbed, shaking your head. "no, we didn't!"
"do you really think he would ever care about a pathetic bitch like you?" he sneered.
the fight kept going, with him screaming more insults while you just sobbed on the floor. finally, you couldn't take it anymore. you scrambled to your feet, scrambled for the door, and just ran away.
"get back here!" the man screamed after you into the hallway.
the loud noise made some of the neighbors open their doors to see what was happening, but you didn't care. you just ran down the stairs as fast as you could, tears blurring your vision.
once you got outside, you realized you had nowhere to go and your phone was still completely dead. you walked quickly until you found a twenty-four-hour gas station. you went inside, your voice trembling as you asked the cashier if they could lend you a charger for a minute. the cashier looked at your messy face and handed you a cord.
you plugged it in, and as soon as the screen lighted up, your hands started shaking. you did not know who to call. you tried calling semi first, but it went straight to voicemail.
"hi, this is semi, please leave a message," her recorded voice said.
you hung up. your finger hovered over namgyu's contact name... but you shook your head. no, you couldn't call him. so, you dialed thanos.
it took a few long rings before he finally picked up. you could hear a lot of loud music and noise in the background on his end.
"yes, y/n! miss me already?" thanos said into the phone, his voice loud and cheerful.
you were not in the mood for jokes at all. you could barely breathe. "are you free?" you whispered.
"yeah, i was just about to hop into the shower, why? what's up?" he asked, his tone getting a bit more serious when he heard your voice.
hearing his familiar voice made all your walls break down, and you just started crying loudly right there in the store. the cashier stopped what they were doing and just stared at you with pity.
"wait, where are you right now?" thanos asked quickly, the background noise suddenly cutting out as he walked into a quiet room.
you managed to choke out the name of the gas station. about twenty minutes later, a car pulled up, and you were sitting outside on the curb. thanos hopped out of the car and rushed over to you.
the moment he reached you, you immediately started crying into his arms. he held you tight, but you couldn't even speak. you did not know what to say or where to even begin explaining the nightmare you just went through. seeing that you couldn't talk, he did not push you. he just sat down right next to you on the dirty curb, keeping you close.
you pulled your legs up and hugged your knees to your chest to try and stop shaking. when you did that, the sleeve of your top slid up, and that was when he noticed a dark bruise already forming on your wrist.
he reached out and grabbed your arm to look closer. you whined out loud from the sharp pain, trying to pull back.
thanos looked furious. his face completely changed. "who did this to you?" he asked, his voice deep and angry.
you just looked down at the ground, unable to meet his eyes.
"that bastard," thanos muttered, his jaw clenching. he started to stand up like he was going to go find your boyfriend right then and there.
you quickly reached out and pulled him back by his clothes. "fuck him," you cried softly. "do you really want to get in trouble because of him? please don't go."
thanos looked at you, sighed, and sat back down.
"can you just drive me to semi's place?" you asked him, wiping your eyes. "she didn't pick up my call earlier."
"yeah, maybe because she is fucking asleep right now," thanos said, shaking his head gently. "you are staying the night at my place."
"no," you countered, feeling self-conscious. "you probably have guests over anyway."
"if by guests you mean bitches, then you are wrong. thanos doesn't get as much play as you think," he joked, trying to make you smile.
he helped you up and walked you to his car. the drive to his apartment was quiet and calm. when you got there, he unlocked the door and stepped inside, turning on the lights.
"sorry for the mess," he said, kicking a stray shoe out of the way.
"it's okay," you murmured, walking over to sit down on his couch.
he walked away into his bedroom for a minute and came back holding some clothes. he handed you a hoodie from his local tour merch and a pair of oversized sweatpants.
"here. if you don't like these, you can go into my closet and pick something else out, but i think you look good in anything," he said with a shrug.
you actually let out a small chuckle through your leftover tears.
"damn, if i knew glazing you would make you laugh, i would have done it way sooner," he smiled, looking relieved to see you smile.
"can i have a blanket?" you asked, looking around the living room.
thanos raised an eyebrow. "for what?"
"uhm, so i can sleep on the couch," you answered simply.
"nah, you are sleeping on my bed," he said immediately. "i will just go spend the night at namgyu's place. besides, this couch completely sucks, man."
"no, stay. please," you said softly, not wanting to be left alone after everything that happened.
thanos looked at your tired eyes and nodded. "ok. i'll stay."
you went to the bathroom to wash your face and change into his clothes. when you came out wearing his giant hoodie with absolutely no makeup on, he just cracked a few more silly jokes and gave you sweet compliments to make you feel comfortable.
later that night, you both got into his bed. it felt a little bit awkward at first, the space between you feeling huge as you both lay flat on your backs and stared up at the dark ceiling.
the silence stretched out until he finally spoke up. "how long?" he asked quietly.
you turned your head to look at him in the dark. "hm?"
"that son of a bitch," thanos said, his voice dropping low. "when did he start hurting you?"
you looked away from him, staring back up at the ceiling as a heavy feeling settled in your chest. "i don't know," you whispered.
you turned your body away from him, rolling onto your side to face the wall, closing your eyes so you wouldn't have to think about it anymore.
despite thanos being known as pretty problematic in the music industry and how stupid he could act sometimes in publique, he was a really good friend to you. he cared so much about the people close to him, and he always made sure everyone was safe, especially you and semi, who he always called his senoritas. plus, you could not deny how good looking he actually was in real life. he was very good looking, which made total sense why so many girls online were always thirsting over him. but right now, under his roof, you just felt safe.
behind you, you heard the mattress shift. thanos didn't say a single word, knowing that words probably wouldn't help right now anyway. instead, he just moved closer until you could feel the warmth radiating off his chest against your freezing back.
slowly, carefully, he slid one large arm under your head to support you, and brought his other arm around your waist. he pulled you backward gently, bridging the distance between you until your back was pressed right against his chest. it wasn't a rushed movement; he did it with so much caution, like he was afraid you might break if he held you too tight.
when his hand reached up to the back of your head, his fingers began to softly stroke through your hair. his touch was incredibly light, his fingers running through the tangled strands over and over in a slow, rhythmic motion that felt so grounding.
"i've got you," he murmured against the back of your neck, his voice a low, rough whisper that cut through the silence of the room. "you're safe now. just breathe, senorita."
the moment his hand brushed against your scalp and you felt the solid weight of him protecting you from the rest of the world, something inside you completely broke. all the tension you had been holding in your muscles for months, all the fear and the constant survival mode you had been living in, just melted away.
you turned around in his embrace, burying your face directly into his chest. your hands came up to clutch at his shirt, gripping the fabric tight like it was the only thing keeping you anchored to the earth. you completely melted into his arms, letting yourself become small and vulnerable in a way you hadn't allowed yourself to be in a very long time.
thanos just tightened his grip around you, tucking his chin over the top of your head. he kept up the slow, soothing stroke of his hand through your hair, his thumb occasionally brushing comfortingly against the side of your neck. he didn't care that your tears were completely soaking into his shirt. he just held you through the worst of it, rocking you slightly in the dark as you cried out all the sadness and pain you had been keeping locked away.
wrapped up in his scent and his quiet warmth, the terrifying memory of your apartment began to fade into the background. it was heartbreaking because of everything you had lost and suffered through to get to this point, but as you listened to the steady, calm beat of his heart right under your cheek, you realized that for the first time in a very long time, you were actually allowed to just be safe.
the next morning, a loud, heavy banging on the front door shook the whole apartment. the noise was so intense it echoed through the walls, waking both of you up with a hard start. you sat up in bed, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs, panic instantly flooding your chest. you knew that knock. it was him. your ex.
"no, please," you whispered, your voice shaking as you grabbed thanos by his arm. "don't open it. he'll just go away if we ignore him."
thanos looked at the door, his face instantly hardening into a serious expression you rarely saw on him. he gently patted your hand to calm you down. "get back into the room and close the door," he told you, his voice calm but strict.
you scrambled back under the covers, pulling them up, but you left the bedroom door cracked just enough to hear.
thanos walked over to the front door and ripped it open. "hey, man," he said, leaning against the frame like he didn't have a single care in the world.
"where the fuck is y/n?" your ex spat, his voice full of pure rage.
"i don't know, man. i dropped her off at your place yesterday," thanos replied smoothly, his tone completely flat.
out of nowhere, your ex lunged forward and grabbed thanos tightly by the collar of his shirt, pushing him back. instead of getting mad, thanos just let out a low chuckle, looking down at the hands on his chest.
"move on, man," thanos said, his eyes turning cold. "she's in better hands now anyway."
that was the breaking point. your ex swung at him, and they started fighting right there in the hallway, loud thuds and cursing filling the air. you hid in the bedroom, covering your ears, but the fight didn't last long. within a couple of minutes, the loud voice of the building security cut through the noise. the guard pulled them apart, immediately recognizing who thanos was, and started apologizing to him for the disturbance while dragging your angry ex down the hall.
thanos walked back into the apartment, fixing his shirt. you ran out of the bedroom immediately, looking at him with wide, worried eyes.
"are you okay?" you asked, your voice trembling.
thanos just rolled his shoulders and scoffed. "duh. he is weak as shit. he just thinks hitting women makes him tougher. dumbass."
living with thanos over the next few days started to make you realize how a real man was actually supposed to act. he was extremely charming and so good looking, even just walking around in baggy sweatpants with messy morning hair. you had always thought he was just a player—which, to be fair, he definitely was with his lifestyle—but now you were realizing that he could be an incredibly good and mature person when he wanted to be.
one afternoon, you were sitting together on the couch, and the vibe got a little sensual and quiet. you found your eyes wandering over the dark ink of his tattoos. your fingers traced the air above his arm, wondering exactly where the patterns ended under his clothes, and a sudden thought hit you. you realized you wanted someone just like him. or maybe... you just wanted him.
for the past few nights, you had practically been sleeping in the same bed because you kept having severe panic attacks whenever it was time for sleep. your ex had made intimacy feel so hard and disgusting for you that the dark bedroom terrified you, but thanos never pushed you. he just held you until you breathed normally again.
a few days later, semi and namgyu came over to hang out. the four of you sat around the living room, smoking, eating takeout, and talking shit about the music industry to distract you.
"i swear, that producer thinks he's a genius just because he discovered how to use a basic synth," namgyu said, rolling his eyes as he took a bite of food.
"right? and his fashion sense is even worse than his beats," semi laughed, leaning back on the cushions.
as the night went on, everyone started drinking. you found yourself drinking a lot, swallowing cup after cup because you just wanted to forget everything that had happened.
semi noticed and gently tried to pull the bottle away from you. "hey, y/n, maybe slow down a bit? you're going pretty fast."
namgyu, trying to lighten the heavy mood, cracked a quick joke. "hey, let her be, she's trying to forget her problems, and honestly, with the way this week went, i'd want to forget my own name too."
but after that, a quiet chill fell over the room. semi gave namgyu a look, and they both realized the atmosphere had gotten kind of bad and heavy. sensing that you needed rest, they both decided it was time to leave. "we're gonna head out, okay? take care of her, thanos," semi whispered before they closed the door.
you were left sitting on the couch, half-asleep and completely blurred from the alcohol. thanos walked over and gently shook your shoulder to try and wake you up. he didn't lift you up completely, knowing you preferred to stand, but he held your waist to guide you to the bedroom because you were having a really hard time walking straight.
he laid you down on the soft mattress, but as he went to pull away to give you space, your hands reached up and tightly held his arms.
"no, stay. please," you mumbled, your vision swimming as you looked up at him.
thanos paused, looking down at you. "i'm not going anywhere," he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
you looked into each other's eyes in the dim light. your eyes were kind of red from the alcohol and the tiredness, and so were his, but there was a deep, unsaid sadness swimming in them. you couldn't take the distance anymore. moving purely on instinct, you leaned up and tried to connect your lips to his.
thanos hesitated for a split second, his breath catching in his throat because he knew you were drunk. but looking at your face, he couldn't resist. he leaned down and ended up kissing you back. as your lips met, you couldn't help but think about how incredibly soft his lips were, despite the sharp taste of alcohol lingering between both of you.
the kiss grew deeper, and your hands started to slowly roam over the warm skin of his body, and his hands did the same to yours. but his movements were completely different from how he usually was. for the very first time in his life, thanos the rapper was actually scared of touching a girl. the usually cocky, confident guy was holding you so delicately, seeing you not as an option, but as something precious that he absolutely had to protect.
the kiss grew deeper, the initial hesitation melting away into a heavy, intoxicating heat. the combination of the alcohol rushing through your veins and the months of buried tension made the air between you feel completely electric. your body felt so warm, and all you wanted was to slide closer, to feel the solid weight of his chest and the safety of his presence.
as his lips moved against yours, a soft, breathless whimper escaped your throat. thanos shuddered slightly against your mouth at the sound, the reality of the situation sinking in—this was his friend, the person he had been protecting, and the vulnerability of the moment hit him hard. despite his focus on keeping you safe, the physical reaction was immediate. the shift in the dark room made it clear how much he wanted you too, the soft grey fabric of his sweatpants leaving little to imagination.
you shifted on the mattress, your thighs brushing against his as you tried to close every single inch of distance between you. he wasn't moving with the usual detachment of a casual hookup; instead, the way you leaned into him brought out a fierce, protective masculinity in him that he usually kept hidden behind jokes.
"subong... i'm so hot," you whispered against his lips, your breath uneven.
he let out a low, rough breath, his dark eyes looking down at you in the dim light. "you're drunk as fuck," he murmured, though his hand remained securely cupped against the side of your face.
frustrated by the layers between you, you reached down to pull the hem of your shirt over your head, but your clumsy, alcohol-slowed fingers got tangled in the fabric. "help me," you whined softly, looking up at him.
a low chuckle vibrated in his chest. "alright, hold on," he whispered, his large hands guiding the cotton up and off your arms.
when the shirt was gone, it revealed your bra. thanos paused for a long, quiet second, his gaze lingering over your skin. he had seen plenty of women, but he had never been this close to your semi-naked body, and the familiarity of who you were made it feel entirely different, almost sacred.
"you must be hot too," you murmured, your hands reaching for the edge of his top. "take it off."
he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. his chest was broad and toned, but your eyes immediately followed the dark, intricate lines of his tattoos. your eyes traced the ink where it started near his hands, winding all the way up his arm, crossing his shoulder, and disappearing behind the back of his ear. it was completely mesmerizing up close.
"see something you like?" he asked, a familiar but softer smirk playing on his lips.
you met his eyes, and the playful expression on his face faded into something incredibly intense. "come here," he murmured.
he leaned down, his lips leaving yours to press soft, warm kisses along your jawline before moving down to the sensitive skin of your neck. a shiver ran through you as his hands slid around to your back, his fingers hovering right at the clasp of your bra.
he leaned up slightly, his breath warm against your ear. "can i?" he whispered, waiting for your approval.
"mhm," you breathed out.
with a quick, practiced movement, he unclipped it and slid the straps off your shoulders. his mouth followed the path of his hands, kissing down your collarbone until he reached your breast. you lay back against the pillows, your fingers sliding across the smooth, tattooed skin of his back as his tongue swirled against you, sending a sharp wave of heat straight down to your core.
he kept kissing his way down your stomach, but the sudden intensity made you gasp, your hands tightening on his shoulders as you instinctively pulled back a fraction.
thanos stopped instantly, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at your face. "what? did i do something wrong?" he asked, his voice full of immediate concern. "should i stop?"
"no," you whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "kiss me. please."
a soft, relieved smile touched his lips, and he leaned back up to capture your mouth again. while the kiss deepened, you reached down to pull at the waistband of his sweatpants. understanding your touch, he shifted his weight and helped you kick them off without breaking the kiss, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.
he leaned in close, his voice deep and reassuring against your skin. "i'll treat you so good," he murmured, the promise sounding heavy and real in the quiet room.
he reached down to gently slide your bottoms off, and you followed his movements, your hand reaching inside his boxers to find him. your fingers wrapped around his hard length, sliding up and down in a slow stroke.
thanos let out a deep, heavy moan right into your mouth—a low, raspy sound that sent a jolt through you. it was the kind of raw, deep tone you had never heard in his music, entirely private and meant only for you. you kept your eyes on his face, avoiding looking down because it felt different doing this with a friend, but the heat between you had already gone too far to turn back.
he leaned over you, his breathing heavy as he looked down at your face. "do you really want to do this?" he whispered, checking one last time.
"yes. please," you replied.
"wait," he muttered. he reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer to grab a condom.
as he rolled it on, you caught a quick glimpse of him in the dim light, realizing exactly why his reputation preceded him. he positioned himself over you, his knees framing your hips, his hands planting firmly on either side of your head.
he guided himself to your center and slowly inserted just the tip, pausing to let you adjust before pulling back out slightly. he did it a second time, testing your reaction, his eyes locked onto yours to make sure you were okay. on the third thrust, he slid all the way in, filling you completely.
a loud, tangled mess of moans filled the bedroom from both sides. the rhythm was slow, deeply romantic, and heavy with skin-on-skin friction. every time he moved inside you, his tattooed arms flexed against the mattress, keeping his weight from crushing you while still holding you completely captive beneath him.
the slow, heavy rhythm of his hips didn’t change, keeping the pace deliberate and deep. every time he pushed back into you, he let out a low, shaky breath against your neck, his lips brushing over your skin like he was trying to soothe the very heat he was causing. it was so different from the rough, careless way you had been treated before. subong was holding you like you were made of glass, his large hands anchoring your waist, lifting you just enough to meet him.
"you okay?" he panted, his forehead resting against yours for a second. his eyes were dark and completely focused on you, checking for any sign of discomfort. "tell me if it’s too much."
"it's perfect," you gasped out, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back, tracing the smooth ridges of the ink on his skin. "don't stop."
hearing that made something shift in him. his grip on your hips tightened, and his thrusts became a little faster, a little harder, but still incredibly gentle. the friction was intense, sending waves of pure electricity through your stomach that made your bak curl against the sheets. the room was completely silent except for the soft sound of skin meeting skin, your breathless hitches, and the deep, raspy groans that kept breaking from his throat.
you locked your legs around his waist to pull him even closer, wanting to get rid of any remaining space between you. the feeling of him filling you so completely, combined with the lingering fuzziness of the alcohol, made everything feel like a warm, blurry dream. for the first time, intimacy didn't feel like a chore or something you were forcing yourself to endure; it felt beautiful, safe, and entirely yours.
as the tension built to a tight coil in your lower stomach, you threw your head back against the pillow, a loud, uninhibited moan slipping past your lips. subong watched your face, his jaw clenching as he swallowed another deep groan. he shifted his weight onto one hand, using the other to grab your hand and lock his fingers with yours, pressing your knuckles down against the mattress.
"look at me," he whispered, his voice rough and commanding but dripping with affection.
you forced your heavy eyelids open, meeting his gaze in the dim light. his face was flushed, his purple hair messy, and the sheer vulnerability in his eyes almost made you cry. he looked down at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the entire world.
with one final, deep push, his body went rigid. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin as he came, his chest heaving against yours. the sudden wave of intense pleasure hit you right after, your body tightening around him as you let out a soft cry, completely melting into the mattress under his weight.
for a long time, neither of you moved. the heavy silence returned to the bedroom, broken only by the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath. subong stayed buried inside you for a moment, slowly rocking his hips to ease the aftershocks, before he carefully pulled out and discarded the condom.
he didn't leave the bed or pull away to go to his side. instead, he immediately collapsed right back down next to you, pulling the heavy blanket up over both of your naked, sweaty bodies. he rolled onto his side and hooked his leg over yours, pulling you into his chest just like he had the night before.
his hand found its way back to your hair, his fingers slowly stroking the strands away from your damp face. you rested your cheek against his chest, listening to the rapid, loud thumping of his heart gradually slow down to a steady beat.
"i've got you, senorita," he murmured into the dark, his voice sleepy and thick. "go to sleep."
you closed your eyes, your hand resting over his ribs, finally falling into a deep, dreamless sleep where the nightmares couldn't reach you.
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a/n: i've been getting into BIGBANG and T.O.P following the release of his album so please forgive if this doesnt seem accurate, i do not know much about them yet but i love him!! :)
this is also short, part 2 will be longer
pairing: ex!T.O.P x music star!reader
summary: you and t.o.p broke up after schedules not working for nearly a year and a half no, no matter if you tried to make time for each other or not.. the universe had other plans. nearly immediately it hits the internet making it public. you release a new collab song about your breakup, he hears it.
extras: i dont want to live forever by ZAYN & Taylor Swift used, happy ending????????????
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11:42 PM.
the clock on the wall ticked too loudly for a room that quiet. sitting across the room from you was your nearly ex-boyfriend.
“i don’t think we can keep doing this.” you spoke it first, not because you wanted to but because someone had to.
he didn’t respond right away. just stared at the floor, jaw tight, like he was trying to find a way around the truth you just dropped between you.
“..doing what?” he asked finally, even though he knew, looking up at you through glossed over eyes. He sniffled once and looked towards the wall to avoid looking at you, trying to keep the tears from falling.
“this,” you gestured weakly between the two of you. “trying to fit into spaces that don’t exist anymore.”
his eyes flicked over to yours, stern as if he was trying to protect something that he knew he couldn't.
“they exist,” he said. “we just-”
“we don’t have time for them,” you cut in, voice shaking despite your best effort. “we keep trying, and it never works.” wrapping your arms around your body and shrugging.
“it can work,” he insisted, standing up, putting his hands in his pockets and letting out a breath. “we just have to-”
“try harder?” you laughed bitterly. “seunghyun, we’ve been trying for months.” you gave him a sad smile.
The silence in the room was heavy and unavoidable as if you both didn't know what to say next, you broke eye contact. you looked at the floor and kicked your foot against it as you took a deep breath.
“i don’t even know when i’ll see you next,” you admitted, quieter now. “and when I do, it feels like we’re just passing through each other’s lives.”
his expression cracked for a second. “that’s not what I want.”
"i know,” you whispered. “it’s not what I want either.” you looked back up at him to find him already looking at you, eyes brimmed red as he sniffled back tears from falling.
“then why are we giving up?” the question hit straight through you because you weren’t giving up. you were just.... out of options.
“because loving each other like this is starting to hurt more than it feels good.” that did it. you saw it in his face, the exact moment the fight left him.
the moment reality settled in. he looked away, nodding slowly like he was trying to accept something he didn’t agree with but knew it had to happen.
“so that’s it?” he asked quietly. tears burned behind your eyes. you hated how calm he sounded, how final it felt.
“i think it has to be.” another long pause.
then he grabbed his jacket. no yelling. no dramatic last words. just quiet devastation on both ends.
he stopped at the door... for a second, just a second you thought he might turn around. that he would say something, fix it, choose you.
but he didn’t.
“take care of yourself,” he said instead and then he left.
—
the breakup had a timestamp.
not metaphorically. not emotionally. literally.
11:42 PM, splashed across every entertainment site, every trending tab, every comment section that suddenly decided they knew everything about you and him.
“mutual decision,” the statements said.
“busy schedules.”
“continued support.”
lies always sounded prettier when they were formatted in clean paragraphs.
because there was nothing mutual about the way your voice had cracked in that final argument. nothing clean about the way he had walked out, jaw tight, eyes refusing to look back like if he did, he might stay.
and nothing supportive about the silence that followed.
—
weeks passed.
you stopped checking your phone for his name. stopped replaying old voicemails. stopped wearing the hoodie he left behind.
mostly.
the world, however, didn’t stop.
every move you made was watched. every studio session speculated. every blurry paparazzi photo turned into a headline.
so when rumors started swirling about a collaboration, people paid attention.
—
the teaser dropped at midnight. no proper rollout, no explanation. just a instagram picture and teaser video of a black screen, your voice cutting through the silence like a confession you never got to say.
“been sitting eyes wide open behind these four wall hoping you'd call...”
the internet exploded. because it wasn’t just your voice.
halfway through the teaser, another voice joined and it was smooth, haunting, achingly familiar in a completely different way.
a top idol that was highly unexpected
—
the full song dropped three days later. the music video was simple.
no elaborate sets, no choreography. just you for most of it by yourself, in the moonlight/streetlight with a lone car that was on in the background. the ocean behind you along with a boardwalk.
and then him, jung-kook standing in front of you as he sang his lines, portraying your ex in the music video.
two people with the same loneliness from two different walks of life. Everyone knew who it was about.
they didn’t need confirmation when you sang the chorus like it physically hurt to breathe:
“I don’t wanna live forever, ‘cause I know I’ll be living in vain.”
your voice wavered, just slightly. not enough to ruin the take. enough to make it real. as the music video ended, the guy walked away, leaving you alone at the car... symbolic of what had happened in real life that night.
—
he heard it...of course he did.
he tried not to.
tried to ignore the messages flooding his phone, the group chats lighting up, the members giving him those careful looks like they didn’t know whether to say something or pretend nothing was happening.
but curiosity is cruel like that.
so sometime past 2 AM, in a dark apartment that suddenly felt too big, too quiet.. he decided to press play.
—
the first verse already felt like a punch, not because of the lyrics... because of you.
your voice wasn’t polished the way it usually was. it wasn’t controlled. it wasn’t performing and perfect how your management had usually wanted. like every word had been dragged out of you instead of carefully written.
he sat there, elbows on his knees, phone clenched in his hand, staring at nothing as the video unfolded.
and then the chorus hit.... and then it clicked.
this wasn’t just another breakup song you had decided to write, this was THE breakup song.
—
he noticed things other people wouldn’t. the way your eyes avoided the camera at certain lines. the way your fingers tightened in the fabric of your sleeve during the bridge.
the second verse came in with your collaborator, and for a second he felt... jealous
because the man in the video was standing forehead to forehead with you, holding your arms.
because someone else was standing in a space that used to belong to him.
even if it was just a song.
—
by the time it ended, the room felt suffocating. the silence after was worse.
he replayed the last few seconds without meaning to, your voice fading out, almost whispering the final line like you didn’t fully believe it.
like you didn’t want to.
his phone buzzed. messages. notifications. headlines already forming.
“A subtle jab?”
“A message to her ex?”
“Emotional masterpiece leaves fans speculating.”
he didn’t open any of them. instead, he scrolled back to your post. looking at the pictures that once were where the pictures you had up of the two of you. he exhaled slowly, running a hand over his face.
across the city, you sat in your studio, knees pulled to your chest on the couch, staring at the same video playing silently on loop.
your team had left hours ago. your collaborator had texted you
you good?
proud of you.
you replied with a simple heart but now it was just you and your thoughts and the headlines.
sitting at the studio, mixing things on your laptop and playing them over the speakers, listening to music you were working on or even just listening to your friends music.. you were finally relaxing...
until your phone lit up with a text message for the first time in hours.
grabbing your phone you quickly read the name that had you frozen in your chair. your breath caught in your throat.
you didn’t need a name, you saw the profile picture and just knew.
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seung-hyun!<3: your song was great, very catchy, very proud of you
-
you stared at the message for a long time… long enough for your screen to dim… long enough for your heart to start doing that annoying, traitorous thing where it remembered instead of moved on.
Finally, you typed back.
Slow. Careful. Like each word mattered.
—
y/n: thanks! i really appreciate that :)
—
three dots appeared. then disappeared. then appeared again. and repeated itself for the next 5 minutes.
you stared at your phone screen the entire time, watching all the dots.
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seung-hyun!<3: i listened to it three times… was wondering if we could talk?
—
A shaky breath left your lips before you could stop it.
—
y/n: did you want to call?
seung-hyun!<3: yeah.
seung-hyun!<3: guess i’m not as good at letting go as i thought.
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