#cherry does... nam-gyu

Thanos is naturally the kinder of the two. We see this with how he addresses women. He's still treating girls like conquests, sure, but he's doing it in such a way that it shows he isn't a neglectful lover, and genuinely thinks you're a pretty girl. He's full of compliments, showering you in praise and dumb raps that are as cringe as they are sweet; when sober, he's trying you get you to like him. It's endearing, and you'd fall for it.

Once he takes a pill, he's more neglectful. Ruder. Will tell you to shut up if you're giggling and it's grating, but he's not sadistic for the sake of pain - it's simply the drugs wearing down his social skills, leaving him saying whatever he feels, and doing whatever he feels.

When he fucks you, this trait translates seamlessly.

He slaps your ass without consideration for how much it hurts, simply because the jiggle of the pudgy flesh makes him hard, and in his drug-addled brain the sight is funny. He shoves his cock down your throat and fucks it like a pussy, just because it feels good, and you really do look beautiful choking and crying, fat tears rolling down your full cheeks and onto the mess of saliva and snot on his balls. He fucks your cervix because it feels interesting kissing the spongy tip of his cock compared to the gooey softness of your walls.

He's still mean, but not ill spirited - Thanos is, in one word, selfish.

Nam-gyu in one word, however, is sadistic.

There are tells when you first meet him. He distills his misogyny down into snarky comments when Thanos isn't properly listening. Nam-gyu calls you a bitch and argues with Thanos about you joining his team, but ultimately backs down with an eye roll and a scoff when Thanos doesn't budge.

He steals your food, just like Thanos does, but he doesn't do it just because he's hungry; that's where they differ. Nam-gyu does it because he likes to watch you suffer. He likes the glassy, hopeless look in your eyes when you realise your rice is half the size it was before you left it.

You're so easy to hurt and so transparent about being in pain, and Nam-gyu obsesses over you for that exact reason. You're inferior - a pushover, a weak girl.

Nam-gyu tells you this - spits it at you like it fucking hurts him to keep the words inside - as he fucks you.

He pinches your nose shut as his cock fucks into mouth because it makes him feel powerful to watch your eyes go wide and your weak girl body thrash to get him off you. It's better than any of the shit he shot up at Club Pentagon. He slaps your clit until its red raw, shoves four thick, ringed fingers into your pussy to watch you clench around them and try to push him out, bites down on your nipple to watch you wail.

Nam-gyu's cock slips out of you, only for it to ram back inside harder than before.

"Don't push me out, slut," his hand flexes tighter around your throat, and you choke, trying to breathe but failing. He smirks in your face, toothy and devastatingly handsome if not for him literally raping you. "Only gonna make it worse for yourself."

His other arm is hooked under your knee, keeping it in the air as he fucks you. He has you hoisted up against the grimy wall of the men's toilets in Club Pentagon, your bandage dress ripped to expose your tits and pushed up past your hips to give him access. You thought you looked cute in the dress, and now it's ruined. Nam-gyu thought you looked cute in the dress, too, but god, do you look better without it.

"Please, Nam-gyuuu, stoooop!" you wail, crying messily and struggling to breathe, glittery makeup running down your cheeks. Your voice is shaky from moans you can't keep in, his cock pounding them out with every rhythmic plap, plap, plap of his hips against yours. Nam-gyu is fully clothed other than his jeans and boxers pulled down to his mid-thigh. You're practically naked, tits bouncing with each thrust and panties danging from your ankle, and it makes your cheeks burn with humiliation.

He's fucking you so hard and so deep that it's impossible for it not to feel good, even if you're trying your best to get him off you, squirming in his hold and weakly trying to push him off. He's stronger than you and taller than you, insistent on having a pretty girl's cunt to wet his cock.

"Not gettin' out of it, sugar tits,"

Ew.

You can't fathom how you were attracted to this man just twenty minutes earlier, dancing with him under the strobe lights of the dance floor, letting him buy you drinks and sleazily grind against your ass. He'd whispered his name in your ear and you'd whispered yours, letting him charm you. On the dance floor, he'd said things to you in Korean that you couldn't understand, complimenting you in English while calling you a pretty little whore in Korean. You could only catch the word for pretty, recognising it from your traveller's handbook, so you melted into his arms, letting him press sloppy kisses to your throat and grab your hips.

By the time you'd realised that you were too drunk to be doing this with a stranger in a country where you barely knew the language (or anyone, for that matter), he'd dragged you off to the toilets and insisted on you paying him back for those free drinks. He didn't take no for an answer. Not the excuse that you needed to get back to your friends, the excuse that you were too drunk, the excuse that you didn't want this, not here.

Scumbag.

His hair falls down in front of his face as he looks down at where his cock disappears inside you, and he laughs, panting.

"Fuckin' tiny cunt," he slows down just to watch your hole stretch to take him, dripping wet and puffy. "Warm, tight, wet." He emphasises the last word with a harsh thrust, stuffing himself as deep as he'll go inside you before humping back into you with more vigor than before. You are wet, so, so wet. You can feel it in the way he glides in and out of you, effortless and slick, working your poor guts into mush with each pound.

His hand loosens around your throat, letting you gasp in air. You squeeze your eyes shut, bottom lip trembling. You want this all to be over, guilt twitching in your stomach and sticky warmth twitching in your neglected clit. He's making you feel things no boy has before, and you know something is seriously wrong with you as you clench around him. Your pussy wouldn't be this wet if you didn't want it.

Nam-gyu's thrusts get sloppy and he pulls out, shoving you to the floor and furiously jerking his cock in his fist over you. His jaw is clenched and you look up at him through wet lashes with broken, wide eyes, and that's what makes him cum, shooting hot ropes of silky cum over your tits and your dress.

He groans, running his hand through his hair as his chest heaves, coming down from his orgasm.

"C-can I go?" you whisper as he tucks his softening cock back into his pants, still glistening with your slick. The sight makes another pang of guilt worm its way into your tummy. Part of you enjoyed this.

"Not yet. Lemme keep you for a little while. Pretty to look at."

You think he means for a few more minutes.