#subong

you hadn’t been seeing your boyfriend lately due to his extremely tight schedule. everybody in thanos’ surrounding knew that he locked in once every blue moon, and when that happens, nobody dares bothering him. because when your boyfriend actually puts his mind to it, he tends to produce nice things.

that day, instead of going home directly, you decided to stop by the studio so you could say hi and leave to not bother him further. you had made one stop prior to that where you got some junk food and some snacks so you don’t walk in empty handed.

you walked through the dark hallways of the building looking for suit number 230 until you found it and knocked before walking in.

as soon as you walk in, he lifts his head up and raises both his eyebrows in surprise. he takes his headphones off, letting them rest around his neck, and walks towards you with a wide grin.

"look who’s here! my girl surprises me," he says, pulling you into a warm hug and giving you a quick, sweet peck on the lips.

you laugh softly, holding up the plastic bag. "i brought reinforcements."

"oo, you also got me food i see. come on, sit," he says, wrapping a heavy arm around your shoulder and walking you toward the rolling chair in front of the big screens on the table.

you look at the whole setup, completely mesmerized. it looks so cool in the dim light, the room illuminated mostly by the deep purple glow of the LED strip lights behind his desk and the bright waveforms on his monitors.

thanos starts looking through the bag like a curious cat, his eyes lighting up. "woah, you got me my fav."

"yeah, of course," you smile, leaning back slightly. "figured since you were here all day you’d be hungry."

"damn, you know me so well." he sets the bag aside on the edge of the desk, turning his attention right back to you.

you blink, looking from him to the food. "wait, you’re not going to eat?"

"food can wait," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes trail down to your lips. "i missed my girl."

before you can say anything else, he hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls you right onto his lap. your breath hitches as he leans in, closing the distance between you. the kiss starts off deep and needy, his lips sliding against yours with a hunger that tells you exactly how much he’s been craving you while trapped in this room.

the quiet studio fills with the wet, heavy sounds of your lips parting and meeting again. your fingers instinctively tangle into his hair, pulling him closer, while his large hand slides up and down your thigh, his touch scorching hot even through your pants. a soft whimper escapes the back of your throat, swallowed instantly by his mouth as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding past your teeth.

after a few intense minutes, you reluctantly pull your lips away, breathing heavily. "well... i don’t wanna distract you more. you should work."

you make a move to stand up, but his grip on your waist tightens instantly, anchoring you down.

"no," he murmurs against your jaw, pulling you right back into his lap. "you didn’t come all the way here to leave so early. and besides, we could just go home together." he slides his lips down to the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a lingering kiss there before whispering right into your ear, "and i could even spend the night there."

you giggle, the vibration of his voice tickling your skin. "okay, fine."

you adjust yourself on his thighs, staying comfortable on his lap while he puts his headphones back on over one ear so he can listen to both you and the audio. he goes back to clicking around the screen, working on his beats, and occasionally plays a loop out loud through the studio monitors.

"which one would work better for the transition? this one?" he asks, playing a heavy bassline, "or the lighter chord progression?"

"i don't know," you chuckle, shifting a bit. "they both sound good, but the first one has more energy."

"yeah? that's what i was thinking too," he says, turning his head to kiss your cheek.

but as you shift around to look at the screen, you feel something hard and rigid pressing directly against your thigh. you glance down, then look back up at him with a knowing smirk. "uhm... can i do something about it?"

thanos glances down at his lap, then back at you, shaking his head with a smirk. "nah, it’ll go away in a bit. i wanna keep the energy for later tonight."

"you sure?" you ask, leaning closer.

he raises an eyebrow, a challenged look entering his dark eyes. "do you wanna do something bout it?"

you nod immediately.

he lets out a low chuckle. "okay, show me then."

you carefully slide off his lap and drop down under the wide wooden desk, settling onto your knees in the small space between his legs. you reach up, your fingers working quickly to unbutton his baggy denim jorts. you slide the metal button loose and pull down the elastic waistband of his boxers just enough to free his length. it’s already thick, stretching out half-hard and pulsing slightly in the cool air of the room.

you wrap your fingers around the base, slowly stroking him up and down to get him harder. your eyes stay locked on his face from below the desk as you slide your hand up to the crown, watching his jaw clench. then, you lean in and part your lips, taking the tip into your warm, slick mouth.

the sudden heat makes him let out a sharp hiss. you suckle on the sensitive head, swirling your tongue around the edge in slow, deliberate circles before taking a bit more of him inside.

up above, thanos is completely losing his ability to focus on editing. his fingers hover over the keyboard, but his mind is completely blank. all he can feel is a heavy, pooling pit of intense pleasure forming deep in his lower stomach. his breath gets shallower, and he starts uncomfortably moving and shifting in his rolling chair, caught between the sheer overstimulation of your tongue and his desperate attempt to snap out of it. he tries to stare at the glowing monitor, pretending like nothing is happening, but his hands are shaking slightly on the desk.

by now, he has gotten so hard it’s almost painful. his shaft is rigid, fully engorged, and shiny beads of clear precum are starting to form right at the opening.

you glide your tongue over the very tip, catching the taste of his mildly sweet and salty precum. the direct contact on his most sensitive spot makes his brow furrow into a tight, strained frown, a low groan vibrating in his chest.

you pull out a few inches, the cool air hitting him as you look up and say, "well, that was hot."

the sound of your voice vibrates directly against his bare skin, sending an immediate, sharp wave of pleasure straight to his core. before he loses control completely, he quickly reaches down, tucks his hard cock back into his boxers, and pulls his jorts back up, though he doesn't bother to button them.

you chuckle from the floor, looking up at him mischievously. "wait, you were close. i could feel your balls tightening."

"i need to focus," he grunts, staring straight ahead at the screen, his chest rising and falling heavily.

you pout under the desk, resting your chin on his knee. but looking closer, because his jorts are still unbuttoned and hanging open, you can clearly see a dark, wet stain spreading through the gray fabric of his boxers right where he directly shoved his leaking tip back in.

you place your palm right over the wet cloth, feeling the intense heat radiating from him. "well, subongie... u wouldn’t want to cum in your pants, would u?"

that’s the breaking point. thanos grips the edge of the heavy desk and pushes his chair back, the wheels rolling him back a few feet and giving him a full, unobstructed view of you on your knees in front of him.

he stares down at you, his eyes dark with dark desire. "can’t you wait just for a bit until i’m done? then we can go home and u can make me cum as many times as you want?"

you simply shake your head, signaling a definite no.

he lets out a sharp, amused scoff, a smirk breaking through his serious expression. "are you in heat?"

you both laugh, the tension breaking for a fraction of a second. then, he stands up from the chair and extends a large hand down to you. you take it, letting him pull you up to your feet, but before your knees can even straighten completely, he pulls you flush against his chest and connects your lips in a fierce, heated kiss.

you moan directly into his mouth, the sound muffled by his lips. the sudden sound gives him an idea. keeping one hand wrapped tightly around your waist, he reaches out with his other hand and blindly hits the hotkey for 'record' on his audio interface software. the little red light on the screen starts blinking, capturing every sound in the quiet room.

he backs you up against the edge of the large desk, his hands gripping your hips as he lifts you up to sit on the smooth wood. he steps in close, positioning himself right between your open legs as the kiss grows hungrier.

his large hand slips under the hem of your shirt, the heat of his palm tracing up your ribs before he quickly pulls the fabric up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor. the cool air of the studio hits your bare skin, leaving you sitting there in just your bra, your skin breaking out in goosebumps.

he doesn't give you time to think, dropping his lips to your jaw and kissing his way down the column of your neck, leaving wet trails all the way down to your chest. your fingers run wildly through his hair, gripping the strands as a loud whimper escapes your lips.

thanos pulls back just an inch, his dark eyes locking onto yours as he whispers, "make some sound for me, baby."

he reaches down to unbutton your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your shoes until they drop to the floor. his eyes drop to your underwear, noticing the prominent, damp patch clinging to your heat.

he lets out a low growl. "wow... you got this wet just from giving me head?"

you chuckle breathlessly, your face flushing. "yes."

eager to feel him, you reach down for his unbuttoned jorts, tugging them down past his hips. you try to pull his boxers down at the same time, struggling slightly because your lips are still locked together in a messy kiss, but you manage to free his fully hard, throbbing cock.

thanos doesn't waste another second. he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, pushing the fabric completely to the side to expose you. he guides himself forward, placing the slick, hot tip right against your aching entrance, but he doesn't push inside yet.

as he continues to kiss you deeply, your hips twitch. you try to tilt your pelvis, trying to position your pussy so he can finally slide into you, but he holds his ground, teasing you at the opening.

losing your patience, you break the kiss, your chest heaving as you look him dead in the eye. "just fucking fuck me!"

he blinks, a dark smirk spreading across his face. "woah, okay."

with a heavy thrust, he inserts his entire length inside you in one smooth, deep motion. your eyes widen and your head flies back as a loud, high-pitched moan echoes through the studio.

he starts moving immediately, his pace hard and unforgiving against the edge of the desk. the wood creaks slightly beneath you with every heavy, rhythmic thrust. you’re groaning and whimpering so loudly that the sound bounces off the soundproofed walls.

sensing how loud it’s getting, thanos suddenly slaps his large palm right over your mouth, muffling your next cry into his hand. "shh... do you want people to hear us, hm?"

you shake yor head quickly against his palm, your eyes wide, but the friction is entirely too good. your internal walls are squeezing him so tightly that he can't even keep his hand over your mouth anymore; instead, he pulls it away and starts completely swallowing your loud moans with deep, wet, bruising kisses, his tongue tangling with yours to muffle the sound.

instinctively, you lift your legs, wrapping them tightly around his thick waist to pull him even deeper inside you. the sudden change in angle and tightness is the exact proof he needs to know you’re right on the edge of cumming.

"fuck me harder," you gasp out against his lips, your voice trembling. "i'm so close..."

hearing those words makes his dick twitch violently inside your wet, clamping walls. his grip on your hips tightens until his knuckles turn white. reaching down between your bodies, he presses his thumb directly against your swollen clit, rubbing it in fast, heavy circles while he continues to drive into you.

the dual stimulation is too much. you dig your nails right through the fabric of his shirt, burying your face deeply into his broad shoulder as your entire body goes rigid. you can feel your internal walls clenching repeatedly around him in a tight, pulsing orgasm.

thanos feels the intense contractions gripping his shaft, pushing him entirely over the edge. his breathing turns into ragged, heavy gasps. "breathe, les... say my name, señorita," he growls against your ear.

"thanos... i'm cuming," you sob out, biting your own lip hard to muffle the loud, shattering moans as the climax waves through you, but the muffled, breathless sound only makes the air in the room hotter.

with a few final, deep thrusts, thanos lets out a low, guttural groan into the crook of your neck, his body shuddering as he cums deep inside you, filling you completely while the red recording light on the monitor continues to blink quietly in the dim purple light.

α few months later, the morning sun was creeping through the blinds of your bedroom, casting long stripes of light across the sheets. you blinked your eyes open, yawning as you reached out across the mattress, only to find thanos’ side completely empty and cold.

you sighed, rubbing your face, and grabbed your phone off the nightstand to check the time. out of habit, you opened tiktok to mindlessly scroll for a few minutes before getting up.

but the second your feed loaded, your heart dropped.

your entire phone was flooded with edits, screenshots, and frantic text videos all talking about one thing: a massive scandal involving your man. thanos had just dropped a surprise track at midnight, a pre-release teaser to build hype before announcing his official album drop date. he had been weirdly secretive about it for weeks, completely refusing to let you hear even a snippet of it, which was unusual for him. now you knew why.

the comments were losing their minds. “who is that in the background??” “thanos who is she??” “the moans at the beginning of the song are so loud wtf.”

your stomach twisted into a tight knot of irritation. female moans? an extremely explicit track? you felt a sudden wave of heat rush to your face as panic and anger started to mix. who the hell did he bring into the studio? was this why he wouldn’t show you the song? was he actually cheating on you this whole time?

you closed tiktok immediately, your fingers trembling slightly as you opened spotify and typed the new song title into the search bar. you pressed play, holding the phone close to your ear, your breath catching in your throat as the heavy bass started to intro.

and then, right before the beat dropped, the audio played a crystal-clear, high-pitched, breathless whimper, followed by a loud, completely uninhibited moan that echoed right through your speakers.

your jaw dropped. you froze, the blood running cold in your veins before rushing straight back to your face in a burning blush.

it was you.

it was your own voice. it was the exact, shattering sound you had made against the studio desk a few months ago when he hit the record button without you knowing.

you were absolutely flabbergasted. your brain completely short-circuited for a solid three seconds before you screamed at the top of your lungs, throwing your phone hard onto the mattress.

"SUBONG!" you shrieked, throwing the blankets off your legs and scrambling out of bed.

you marched out of the bedroom, your chest heaving with pure, unadulterated rage as you looked for this absolute bastard. you stomped down the hallway and rounded the corner into the kitchen, finding him standing by the counter. he was staring down at his phone with a huge, stupid grin on his face, literally giggling at the internet chaos he had just created.

he heard your heavy footsteps and looked up, his expression softening into a relaxed smile. "hey baby, good morning—"

before he could even finish his sentence, you marched right up to him and slapped his arm hard.

thanos winced, stumbling back a step as his coffee sloshed slightly in the mug. he looked at you, completely startled and wide-eyed, his inner tings taking over as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "what the fuck??? what was that for?"

"you put my moans in your song??!!" you yelled, your voice cracking slightly from the sheer shock of it all. "are you completely insane? that is supposed to be private! that’s supposed to be between us!"

thanos blinked, the confusion on his face instantly melting away into an amused, proud smirk. he set his coffee mug down on the counter and took a step toward you, entirely unfazed by your anger.

"it was a surprise," he said, his voice smooth and completely casual. "and besides, nobody even knows it’s you, baby. you’re officially gonna be featured on my album!"

"that’s really not fucking funny, aubong!" you snapped, pushing his chest as he tried to get closer. you threw your hands up in the air, your face burning red. "it’s embarrassing as fuck! my voice is literally charting on spotify right now while people are talking about how explicit it is!"

seeing how genuinely worked up you were, thanos softened his expression. he stepped into your space, ignoring your weak shoves, and wrapped his heavy, warm arms tightly around your waist, pulling your back against his chest to anchor you. he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, his broad frame completely enveloping yours to calm you down.

"let me go, i'm literally so mad at you," you muttered, though you didn't have the energy to actually fight his grip.

"listen to me," he murmured against your skin, his deep voice vibrating right through your back. he started slowly swaying you side to side, using that low, smooth tone he knew always worked on you. "breath for a second. nobody knows it's you. to the world, it's just a random vocal sample. but to me? i get to listen to my favorite sound whenever i'm on tour."

he pulled back just enough to turn you around in his arms so you were facing him. his dark eyes locked onto yours, a wicked, teasing glint in them as he leaned down closer to your face, exerting his full charm to manipulate you out of your bad mood.

"and honestly? you sounded really hot," he whispered, his thumb gently wiping a stray hair from your forehead. "do you know how many girls would be jealous of you right now if they knew you were the one riding the beat?"

a small, involuntary chuckle escaped your lips before you could stop it, your defenses instantly crumbling against your will. you quickly bit your inside cheek, trying to force the smile off your face. "you are literally awful. you can't just smooth-talk your way out of this."

"see? you're laughing," he grinned, his dimples showing as he squeezed your waist. "that means you like it."

"i still hate you!" you yelled, slapping his chest again, though there was no force behind it this time. "you're a menace. you should have asked me first!"

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the recruiter:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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