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“Thanos, I am going to fucking kill you!”
Thanos glances over to Min-su and Gyeong-su, who look equally as confused — and afraid — as he does. Nam-gyu’s footsteps echo down the hall as he gets closer to the living room.
“If I don't make it, tell my Ma I loved her,” Thanos tells the others with a deep resignation in his heart. Gyeong-su nods back at him. Thank god. If only he’d written his will.
Nam-gyu fucking storms into the room, red-faced and furious. He doesn’t even glance at the other two on the couch, just zeroes in on Thanos and throws his phone at the rapper.
Thanos just barely catches it before it can hit his forehead. To try to do some damage control, Thanos starts, “Nam-gyu, my amazing, beautiful boyfriend, what’s—?”
“Read it,” Nam-gyu snaps. Damn. Won’t even let Thanos finish sucking up. He’s pissed.
Thanos looks at the phone. On the screen, there’s a news article. The title reads:
Rap Artist Thanos Calls Model/Boyfriend Roh Nam-gyu the “Cutest Cocksucker He’s Ever Met” on New Hit Single!
Oh… shit… “Gyeong-su, don’t let my dad come to the funeral, he’s a dick,” Thanos mentions hurriedly, because he reckons he’s got about thirty seconds left to live.
“What’s it say?” Min-su asks eagerly, looking over at the screen.
Nam-gyu snatches the phone back before Min-su can see. “It says 'mind your own business, you virgin loser,’” Nam-gyu scowls. “You wanna read something? Why don’t you read the directions to a goddamn hair salon and get that fuck ass bowlcut fixed?”
Ouch! Misdirected anger; Min-su is unfortunate collateral damage on Nam-gyu’s warpath. And usually Thanos would step in and say something, but lowkey, he’s pretty much sure he’s going to die right now. He had a good couple of years! And maybe Nam-gyu would look hot murdering him, who knows?
Nam-gyu whirls on Thanos. “Why would you say that?!” he asks, and beneath all his anger, Thanos can tell he’s mortified.
“How was I supposed to know they would guess it’s about you?” Thanos defends himself.
“You called me out by name,” Nam-gyu answers slowly. And, oh, right, Thanos did do that. Whoops.
“Baby, I’m sorry,” Thanos says, shakily standing up and getting closer.
“Oh, you will be,” Nam-gyu warns with an evil little smile.
Oh god. Oh god, Thanos is going to die. And he’s going to die with an erection, because Nam-gyu’s the devil but he’s so goddamn sexy, it’s insane.
Gyeong-su clears his throat from the couch, and Thanos and Nam-gyu both turn to him. “Is it true, though?” he asks curiously, his phone open to the article. “Are you that good at giving head?”
“He is,” Thanos confirms with a smug smirk. “Total throat goat. Does this thing with his tongue that’s fucking crazy, man,” he exclaims in English.
Nam-gyu’s all flustered next to him, seething with embarrassment. And Thanos realizes that — yikes! — he didn’t help his case. “You’re gonna regret this,” Nam-gyu threatens. “Don’t fuck with me.”
Thanos gives him a nervous smile. “Uh, Nam-gyu, baby, don’t… Don’t do anything crazy…”
Nam-gyu looks at him all innocent and sweet. “I won’t,” he chirps. “I’m not gonna do anything you don’t deserve.”
And then he turns and leaves.
Thanos looks back at Gyeong-su and Min-su, who are both on their phones, reading the entire article.
“He’s going to kill you if he finds out you read it,” Thanos points out as he sits back down.
“Not before he kills you,” Min-su responds absently.
And, yeah. Thanos is definitely going down first. Nam-gyu is not someone to play with. He’s all bark and even harsher bite.
—
Gyeong-su
dude thanos have you seen this video
[Sent a link]
wtf
It’s a YouTube video. Thanos honestly doesn’t think much of it until he opens it and reads:
Cover Star Roh Nam-gyu Confides that Renowned Rap Artist “Thanos The Legend” Has A Little Secret!
“What the fuck…?” Thanos murmurs to himself as he clicks on the interview Nam-gyu apparently did.
Nam-gyu’s all pretty and straight-faced, hair all shiny and tucked behind his ears. He’s sitting down next to a much older woman whose eyes are bright as she looks at Nam-gyu, a kind smile on her face.
The room in the background is completely white, making them look like they’re in a void. It makes Nam-gyu’s dark, sort of edgy slash grungy outfit look like a flash of lightning in a storm. He’s gorgeous, and Thanos is terrified.
“It’s nice to have you here,” the woman — Jang Geum-ja — says after she’s finished introducing herself.
“It’s good to be here,” Nam-gyu bows his hair politely, tone delicate and light, “Thank you for the invitation.”
“Oh, the pleasure’s all mine,” Geum-ja responds. “So, Nam-gyu — should I call you Nam-gyu?”
Thanos sees Nam-gyu’s eye twitch a little. There’s always some confusion about what name people call him — his birth name or his chosen name. But this time, they got it right. The interviewer must be progressive and do her research. Sick. “Please do,” Nam-gyu answers.
“Okay,” Geum-ja nods to herself, making a mental note. At least she’s chill about it, Thanos thinks with relief. “Nam-gyu. You don’t usually do interviews, right?”
“No, I don’t.”
“But you contacted the network and told us you had something you wanted to talk about, um… What was the word you used again?”
“Publicly. As publicly as possible,” Nam-gyu gives a half-smile at the camera.
“Right. Why don’t you tell us a little bit about that?” Geum-ja encourages, leaning back in her chair.
Nam-gyu takes a deep breath and then sits up straight, prim and proper in a way Thanos knows he’s not. “Well, you know, I was thinking about it the other day,” he starts, “and I think that, as a member of minority groups myself — trans and gay,” he mentions absently to the camera.
People are gonna be assholes about that in the media, but Nam-gyu’s still gonna get booked — he’s too pretty and talked about to not get hired — so it doesn’t matter to him. And Thanos is pretty sure this specific network is pretty lenient with that type of stuff, anyway.
Nam-gyu continues, “—it’s important to make other underrepresented members of society feel like they have a spot in the narrative, as well, you know? Someone to look up to.”
“A role model, so to speak,” Geum-ja clarifies.
“Exactly,” Nam-gyu says with a satisfied smirk.
Oh, god.
Why does he look evil? Why does he always look evil?
Everyone on the internet was wrong; whatever Nam-gyu’s about to do is gonna be the real rapture.
“And, recently, there’s been a lot of assholes online shaming people with… Let’s just say… Disproportionate body parts.”
“Body parts?” Geum-ja echoes curiously. “Like what?”
Nam-gyu tilts his head and gives a sympathetic smile. “Micropenises.”
…Huh?
“And, you know, it’s something that both me and my boyfriend, Thanos—”
What.
“—actually take a lot of issue with, since it kind of hits close to home,” Nam-gyu says with so much compassion and sincerity in his voice, Thanos almost believes it.
“Oh?” Geum-ja leans closer, looking all excited and entranced. “It’s something you guys struggle with?”
“Yeah. Well,” Nam-gyu corrects himself with a little smile. “It’s something Thanos struggles with.”
…
What.
The.
Fuck.
Thanos blinks owlishly, flabbergasted, and tunes back in.
“And, you know, we’re just so sick of the people online who say that guys with micropenises are losers that can’t sexually satisfy their partners,” Nam-gyu says empathetically, looking like he’s actually really bothered by this. “I mean. In my case it’s true, but that doesn’t make me value Thanos any less — and it shouldn’t!”
He addresses the camera again, and Thanos feels like the malicious glint in Nam-gyu’s eyes is aimed right at him.
“So, men with micropenises, just know that you’re not alone,” he pauses and then, with a hand on his heart, says, “You have a role model.”
Geum-ja’s fucking grinning like this is the best day of her life. “Well said. Very progressive,” she praises.
“Thank you. I need to advocate for my man, you know?” Nam-gyu says, all relaxed now, like his goal’s been accomplished. Because it has. “Oh. I should probably talk about the fashion show from last week.”
“Yes!” Geum-ja snaps her fingers, like she’s just now remembering what the basis of the interview was actually for. She takes out a notepad from her purse. “So,” she reads off, “you’ve previously said that you would ‘rather slit your own throat than wear sequins,’ but your third outfit of th—”
Thanos clicks off the video.
His blood is fucking boiling. Like, genuinely his hands are shaking from how angry he is.
And humiliated. Because how the fuck does he even fix this?
He checks his Instagram, and sure enough, people are commenting on his most recent post, which was two days ago, about the interview.
slutforthanos05 I knew there had to be something wrong with him, he’s too handsome
girlsgonewild21 hes a 10 but hes got a 2 incher
gnarlygaming thanos and his little legend
Oh, this is it. He’s jumping off a bridge once and for all.
Or, better yet, he’s throwing Nam-gyu off a bridge and then jumping.
It’s at that moment that the front door opens and he hears a smug little, “Hey, Thanos, you here?”
Fucking. Nam-gyu.
Thanos storms to meet Nam-gyu in the living room. He’s in the same outfit as he had in the interview, and he’s still gorgeous and sexy and beautiful and Thanos is going to kill him.
He shoves Nam-gyu against the wall the second he’s close enough. It’s not even rewarding to hear how Nam-gyu yelps — it just spurs him on, pinning both of Nam-gyu’s hands next his head.
It especially fucking sucks that Nam-gyu just grins.
“You little vindictive slut,” Thanos snarls in his ear. “You’re a fucking psycho.”
“Takes one to know one,” Nam-gyu retorts, grinning. “Easy to be a good cocksucker when it’s the size of a thumb.” And then he bursts out laughing.
Holy shit. Holy shit, Nam-gyu’s genuinely going to be dying today, by Thanos’s hand. There’s no getting around it! He’s dying right the fuck now.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Nam-gyu tsks with a disapproving, still ecstatic look. “This is on you.”
“Fucking brat,” Thanos murmurs in his ear, taking both of Nam-gyu’s wrists in one big hand and wrapping his newly free one loosely around Nam-gyu’s throat. He feels it bob under him as Nam-gyu swallows thickly. "You think I’m just gonna let this slide?”
“You’re the one who made this the whole world’s issue. I’m just better at the game,” he taunts, chin tilted as he looks up at Thanos with clear defiance.
Oh, shit. Actually.
He makes a really good point.
“You’re right, baby. This is a public thing,” Thanos curls his hand tighter, watching with satisfaction as Nam-gyu’s breath catches. “So you’re gonna be a good little fake ass influencer, and you’re gonna post an apology video.”
Thanos releases him, and Nam-gyu can only sputter and ask, “What?!”
“An apology video,” Thanos repeats. Then grins with a sharklike smile. “With tears.”
—
“That’s it, baby, like that,” Thanos murmurs low in his throat as he moves Nam-gyu’s hips, keeping him going. “Doing so good for me.”
“Hah, ah, Th-Thanos,” Nam-gyu whines. He’s straddling Thanos on his desk chair, right up against his recording set, bouncing over and over again.
“Speak up for the mic, baby, come on,” Thanos coos, gripping Nam-gyu’s hair and yanking his head towards the mic stand.
“Ah! Thanos, pleaseeee,” Nam-gyu cries out, “Pl-please, it’s too much.”
“Is it, sweetheart?” Thanos laughs cruelly. “Is my dick too much?”
“Y-yeah,” Nam-gyu whimpers. “‘s… I can’t come again,” he sobs. It’s really fucking hard to not nut, but Thanos is on a mission. “It’s— ah— Thanos…”
“Gonna say you’re sorry?” Thanos asks as he grips Nam-gyu’s hips even harder. Nam-gyu’s quiet for a little, just crying and moaning and whimpering, so Thanos brings him down hard into his lap while thrusting up at the same time. It feels so fucking good; Nam-gyu just keeps clenching over and over around his dick.
Nam-gyu shrieks, writhing like he’s being electrocuted from the inside out. “I’m sorry!” He keeps crying, tears streaming down his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… s-sorry…”
“Sorry who?” Ohh, he’s gonna hate this one. Thanos knows he hates it.
“Thanos…”
“You know what I want, baby. Say it.”
“Thanos, noooo,” Nam-gyu whimpers, raspy and panting, “‘s embarrassing.”
“I don’t care,” Thanos says with a mocking pour, forcing Nam-gyu to move even faster with the grip on his ass, reducing his boyfriend to just moans and cries. “Say it. And say it pretty because it’s gonna be an adlib for my next song, ‘kay?”
“Ah— ah, Th-Thanos—!” He wails when Thanos slaps his ass, hard and fast. Finally, he whispers, broken-down and soft, “I-I’m sorry, daddy.”
“What was that?” Thanos asks, lip quirking up. It’s getting so much harder to hold himself back from coming with how much Nam-gyu’s crying.
“I’m sorry!” Nam-gyu yelps as Thanos starts bouncing him even more viciously. “S-sorry, I’m sorry, daddy, p-please…”
Wow. ‘Sorry,’ ‘daddy,’ and ‘please.’ Those are all three of Thanos’s favorite words and Nam-gyu just moaned them out so prettily. “‘Please’ what, baby?”
“Please…” Nam-gyu mumbles, burying his face into Thanos’s neck, wetting the skin there with his tears and snot. And he’s evil, because he gets all up in Thanos’s ear and, all breathy and sweet, whines, “Please, daddy, can I come again?”
Oh, fuck.
Honestly, if Nam-gyu can manage to come before Thanos busts — which is soon — then good on him, but the clock is ticking real fast.
“Y-yeah, baby, you can come,” Thanos tells him, voice strained as he lets go of one of Nam-gyu’s asscheeks to grind his palm against the man’s clit.
Nam-gyu sobs, overstimulated as he comes for the nth time that night. The second Nam-gyu starts clenching down on him Thanos’s orgasm barrels through him, and he stills Nam-gyu all the way down on his lap, impaling the man on his cock as he shudders through his own climax.
Nam-gyu’s still stuttering and panting when Thanos gets a grip, so Thanos scoops him into his arms and makes his way to their bathroom.
“Daddy,” Nam-gyu whispers, all dazed and soft. He must still be really into subspace if he’s still calling Thanos that. “I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, sweetheart,” Thanos murmurs back, stroking his teary cheeks. “But you made up for it.”
And he did.
GOT HIM NUTTING ON MY MICRO is gonna be the hardest fucking song Thanos has ever released.