Requested by @nnikshere: hiii if its possible maybe salesman x reader where the reader is innocent and sweet? I really love your work!
Parings: The salesman x F!Reader x (minor) The frontman
Word Count: 6.7k
Warnings: 18+ smut, mentions of death, possessive behaviour, and men being creeps
A/N: I am so sorry to whom requested this fit, I don't know why I struggled so hard with this premise. I loved it so much, and I love reading it when it comes from other authors. But idk man, don't ask me what this is about cause idk myself. How it got to almost 7 thousand words is beyond me. I'm kinda hesitant to post because it feels subpar with my other work, but I havent posted in like a week so...Next fic is the cho sangwoo request, then ill post dangerously in love part 2. Also thank you for 300 followers, I appreciate it so much!
You were molded into ignorance, just as your mother desired you to be. Lack of knowledge is the easiest way to manipulate people, it was good for your mother at the time considering she was grooming you into marrying some rich evangelic man. You escaped from her grasp because of her sociopathic behaviour, but your ignorance towards the world and people did not disappear. You still lived with the rose-coloured glasses and assume the best in everyone’s intentions. The cult you grew up in sculped you into having a soul filled with purity, but that’s what led to your ultimate demise.
You hurried into the train station realizing that you were running an hour late. You couldn’t run as fast as you normally would like considering you were carrying a pot of warm home cooked goods. But your legs were moving fast enough. You knew that the train station would close in the next hour, so you desperate to get inside in time. Every two days you’d come to the station to pass over some food, to the homeless girl Lisa, who lived inside the storage room. You wish you could compensate her more, but unfortunately you were dollars away from being in the same position as she was. So, you tried to help within your own means.
You arrived hurried down the stairs, then turning towards the storage room closet. You looked both ways before knocking on the door, you saw a man that appeared to be a salesman but asides from that it was empty. So, you waited cautiously before Lisa opened the door for you. Quickly pulling you into her safe space.
“Hey, sorry I’m late. Traffic was fanatical outside. But I’m here I made it.” You explained to her. Lisa’s hiding place wasn’t the best, but she made it work. It was an unused storage room, she had several patterned blankets on the floor, with a suitcase which had all her belongings in that she was able to grab before she was kicked out.
“It’s fine, I appreciate what you do for me.” She replied humbly. She moved over from her centred spot so that you could sit down across from her. You sat down and brought your pot in between the two of you. Lifting the lid bringing out the gorgeous aroma smell from the pot, bringing comfort to you both.
You pulled your backpack and got out the paper bowls out along with the utensils, passing them over so she could serve herself. She put some of the food into her bowl and ate some of it. Humming in glee at the tasty food.
“Your cooking is always amazing.” She told you with a smile on her face, before taking another bite.
“Thank you…you know you could always have more if you moved in with me.” You while giving her a playful jab in the arm. “I know you can’t pay rent, but… it will be good to get back on your feet. If you get caught living here you could get kicked out, you’re my friend I don’t want that to happen to you.” You expressed honestly.
“If your landlord were to find out that another person was living there without his knowledge, and without paying rent. We both can get screwed over, not just me. At least this way I can assure that you’ll be fine, I don’t want to ruin the good things that you have going for yourself.” She sounded very apologetic towards you, as if she did anything wrong.
“My landlord is a nice guy; I highly doubt he’d act so excessive and kick you out. He’d understand.” You tried to explain to Lisa.
“He’s only nice to you because you’re the only tenet that pays the rent on time. You’re like his golden goose. If you mess up, miss one payment, he’ll start treating you the same way he does with everyone else.” Lisa always knew that you were a little…off…not exactly in a bad way. But she figured you had some sort of innocence towards you that she just couldn’t understand. You weren’t a child anymore, why did you view the world in white and black.
“He’s my friend, he wouldn’t do that to me.” You expressed frustratedly, what was Lisa not getting?
“Friends can backstab you when they don’t find any use for you. I am living proof, aren’t I?” the conversation wasn’t argumental, despite the words being said. It felt more like a healthy debate than anything.
After a minute of silence, you opened your mouth. “Would you backstab me?” you croaked out. There was a hint of sadness in your eyes as you looked across from her.
She looked a bit uncomfortable by that question, having to face the possible reality that despite being screwed over by other people. She herself probably isn’t a good person, essentially why she couldn’t take up the offer of living with you.
“I would like to say no, but the future is unprecedent, I don’t know the person I’ll be in a week, or months’ time. So honestly, I don’t know. I hope not, you’re too good for this world.” She spoke with honesty, and you admire that.
Before you could respond Lisa changed the subject, not wanting to speak on this conversation any longer. “Um, I won some money.” She pulled a tiny box from under the shelf. “I figured we could split, I told you if I ever got anything I’d share with you so…”
“Yeah, when you’re on your feet again, you need it more than I do. Um, how did you win the money though?” you asked.
“A salesman approached me, asked if I wanted to play a game. I won the first round. So, I got 500,000 won.” She shrugged, while taking another serving of food.
You were in adoration with what Lisa had told you, you had a big fat grin on your face. “Oh that’s so sweet, and kind of him to hand you over a large sum of cash.”
“Considering he would’ve never handed me that money, despite me needing it, if I didn’t win. I doubt he’s that sweet.”
“You don’t know that, maybe he was just lonely and wanted you to play a game with him? If he had that money around surely, he would’ve given it to you win or no win.” You said cheerfully.
Lisa was internally screaming at your naivety. “You know…there’s rumours on the streets. That people who encounters him, go missing afterwards.”
“Well, that’s ridiculous, you’re still here, nor does that make any sense. Why would a man be giving out money, kidnapped them? Ludicrous if you ask me. Doing kindness to then commit a crime? That’s like a juxtaposition.” You said slightly condescendingly.
“Of course, Y/N.” Lisa said sarcastically, in which you did not pick up on. “Um, you know the station is closing in like 30 minutes. I think you should get going.” You looked down on your watch and realized the time. You began packing up the utensils and grabbing the pot all once more. You couldn’t keep the food over with Lisa as she had no fridge, last time the food spoiled and stinked up the place, almost blowing her cover.
The pot had cool down in the heat and had less food inside of it. So, you were able to put it inside a reusable plastic bag to carry it with one hand instead of the other.
On the other side of the door, sitting on the bench waiting was the salesman. He had been tasked to recruit you, not to join the game but rather bring you to the frontman. Your name was brought up in the early stages of the draft, you fit the mold as the perfect contestant, but ultimately your name was disregarded when it came to finalizing the list. The frontman became amorous towards you, a woman he’s never met. That he pulled some strings to have you removed you from the list. Claiming that you wouldn’t even be interesting to watch, you weren’t really that skilled. They eventually bought it, and you were removed. He had his desires to make you his muse, corrupt your innocence. He made is very known to his co-workers, especially the salesman.
There was an unspoken feud between the two of them. The salesman didn’t like the idea that a man he recruited is now the one who has leverage over him. The salesman found peace with his current job, but if it came down to it, he figured it should’ve been him, or anyone who had served Il-nam for as long. Words were never explicitly said to one and other, but the bitter side comments, back hand compliments, and general petty behaviour was obvious that the two of them hated each other.
It’s why he had to have you first before he could. It was petty, the salesman was well aware of that. But his ego needed it more than anything. Fucking the frontman’s new obsession, taking his drug before he could. Would be enough to feel like he had importance and power again. He had the IT worker do his research on you, and you were…odd. Made sense why the frontman liked you so much.
The salesman was growing impatient with how long you were taking in that abandoned storage room. He knew he’d have to leave the main waiting area soon, not before he was able to talk with you of course. He figured he could do his normal stich and then knock you out in the parking lot. Probably would be faster than waiting for you to call the number.
Eventually you came out of the door, and he saw you. Hair done, with white heels, and a short turtleneck black dress, that had your back exposed. He thought it was sexy, but quite risqué for someone who a year ago thought that showing skin would lead you to the deps of hell. Then he realized how quickly you covered yourself with a large coat. So, did you still hold these beliefs?
The salesman tried to play cool, and sit on the bench, acting like he didn’t notice your presence. Rather instead, he could see at the corner of his eye. You were the one who was approaching him.
Interesting.
Thoughts swirled through his head; did you know? Was his cover blown? Were you going to confront him? He knew that was probably not it, but his thoughts still wondered. He kept his composure once again.
“Are you the salesman who was giving out money?” You asked softly. He didn’t know whether to tell the truth, or deny it, but you bought him some time by responding before he could answer. “If so, thank you so much for your generosity towards my friend. I’d love to repay you one way or another.” You smile was intoxicating for him, just as much was your voice. He could feel himself being pulled into the fascination with your persona. He felt like he could get drunk on your love if he ever got the chance to go that far.
He knew this would be so easy. You were too sweet.
“You flatter me, it really. I really was just doing it because I saw someone in need, and when you do, it’s always best to just help them out.” He watched as you slowly nodded your head in agreement. “Well, you know if you want, you can repay me. By playing a game with me?”
“Oh, that sounds lovely, I’d love to play a game with you. But the station will be closing soon, and I need to be on my way.”
“Well, we can always play outside of the station, in the parking lot. At this time of day there is basically nobody out there. It will be just the two of us.” He said the last part very suggestively, trying to express his desires with his eyes. Yet you didn’t pick up on it, you never did. Well almost never did, men’s flirtation felt deaf on your ears. You always assumed they were just being nice to you. Especially sexual innuendos, putting aside the fact that you had no idea that most of the time they were alluding to having sex with you. If you did pick it up it would shock you because sex was meant for married people only. So, the only connection you could make was that they were asking for your hand in marriage, in the most bizarre situations. You always thought they were weird.
“Alright, I have a few minutes to spare.” He began to walk away towards the doors, and you followed closely behind him. The night breeze was relatively warm, it was hot during this time of the year, so you looked a bit ridiculous with your coat around you. Eventually you arrived at what appears to be his car, it was luxurious and more money than you’d ever see in your lifetime.
He pulled out ddakji tiles, from his briefcase. “You know how to play right?” he asked.
“Of course, I love these types of games. I’ll take a red tile.” You said.
“Alright, if you win then you can get all the money in the briefcase, if you lose you owe me?” he explained. And you nodded.
He placed his tile down, and you attempted to whip his over, you were nearly successful, but ultimately lost. Reality washed up as you realized you didn’t have enough money to pay him back.
“I’m sorry Sir, but I cannot repay you. I shouldn’t have accepted your offer.” You apologized with your hand looking down to the ground.
“Well, instead of repaying me with financial compensation…you could repay me with your body.” He told you sensually. This was the part where he was expecting you to slap him, freak out, back away. Normally that is how most woman reacted to his words, before he mentioned the slapping portion. Yet you stood still, looking at him with wide eyes.
“What do you mean by that? Do you want a hug? Why would you choose a hug over money?” He looked at you dumbfounded, losing his sensual composure, and being utterly surprised by your lack of self-awareness, once again he knew you were…strange, but not like this.
“I don’t want a hug sweetheart.” He chuckled “I want your body.” He expressed so closely to yours that the suggestiveness couldn’t be denied. He brought his hand to tip of your chin, lifting it up so your eyes could make contact with his own. “You can repay the money, if you can allow me to use you, as I see fit.” His words were so vulgar, but you still stood still, not completely getting at what he was trying to get at. But you wanted to play some more, without having to pay him back.
“Okay, as long as we can play some more I don’t see why not?” you smiled towards him. You bended over so you could pick up his tile, to pass it over to him, so he could whip it next. When you handed over to him, he asks you a question.
“Have you ever touched yourself Y/N?” his question was a simple yes or no, but it caught you off guard. Your nervousness made you lose eye contact with him, and you began to fight with the sleeves of your coat.
“N-No…my mother said that if a woman touch’s herself before she gets married it would be painful.” You quickly expressed. “Um…Here’s your tile.” You attempted to change the subject, but fire was burning in the salesman’s eyes. The idea that he could be the first one to show you pleasure, before the frontman could send his ego onto cloud nine. Even if he couldn’t take your penetration virginity, at the very least, him being the first one to corrupt you was enough for him.
“Have you ever thought that your mother might be wrong?” He asked huskily. You did question your mother’s integrity a few times, but your up brining was filled with mass indoctrination so even if deep down you knew that your mother probably was lying. You still couldn’t help but feel scared at the thought of…what if she’s right?
“Yes…yes I have.” You quietly mumbled. The salesman was just able to pick up on what you had said. He brought his hands to bring down your coat slowly. “Do you want to find out if she’s wrong sweet girl?”
You muffled out an mmhmm, not exactly sure if this was a good idea or not. You were curious of course, but you didn’t want to be punished for your sins. Yet he was tempting you to explore, so you did. Curiosity got the best of you.
“I want to hear you say it in words, and with confidence.” He spoke.
“I want to find out, whether she’s wrong or not.” Internally you felt a little humiliated, but not enough to not want to try.
He ordered you to lean against the car and spread your legs. You did as you were told, wondering what would come next. The salesman got onto his knees, and lifted up your bodycon dress, revealing the panties beneath it. His eyes glimmered at the sight of the adorable underwear. He pulled it down, and you felt your breath hitch, you tried to keep your composure, not trying to show your nervousness.
He was able to pull your panties all the way down, then stuffing them into his pants pockets. You were going to question his actions, but you felt the warm and wet sensation of his mouth on your clit. You squeezed your eyes in worry, waiting for the aggravating pain to arrive any moment now, yet it never came. Instead you were meet with a tingling sensation of small burst of pleasure, as his tongue licked and swirl around your slit. You felt an ich in your throat to moan and let out your voice. You felt your insides start to get warm and damp. This new sensation was euphoric, and drug inducing. You loved every moment that you were experiencing. The touch of his hands on each side of your tights felt so sensitive. He removed his mouth from you, and you whimpered embarrassingly loud.
“You loved that a little too much huh princess?” You were starstruck, that you couldn’t even answer his words. The salesman thought you tasted so sweet, it dawned on him that the frontman would have more opportunities to taste the sweetness that lays between your legs than he ever will. That made him bitter.
“Do you think you’re ready for my fingers princess? Or maybe my mouth and my fingers?” his voice was husky, and he was eager to please you. You didn’t even know what he meant by fingers, but you didn’t care. You wanted to feel that feeling once more. You didn’t even reply to you just gripped his hair and brought it closer to your fold, and he chuckled lightly.
He slides one finger inside and felt your dripping wetness, then placing his mouth on you. The sensation of both frictions sent you over the moon, and into paradise. You loved the way he made you felt. You loved the way his tongue dance on you, and the way his fingers moved with speed.
You couldn’t take it anymore once you felt your legs begin to twitch, and the pleasure begin to overwhelm your body. You felt your coil build up, and you felt like you were going to burst. The salesman knew very well that you were close, he didn’t expect you to last long, or at least not long enough. Once your orgasm hits you felt in love with the feeling, the salesman removed himself from you as your buds felt sensitive to touch at this moment.
“Thank you, Sir.” He stood up once more, pulling out a cloth from his pocket to clean his fingers. He grabbed the tiles and spoke once more. “Now, if you win, I’ll continue to please you if you lose, you’ll please me. Understood?”
The idea of receiving more pleasure from him made you happy. So, you gleefully agreed to his proposal.
He let you go first again, despite previously loosing. He watched as you carefully looked at his tile, in attempt to aim your throw. Yet you lost to him again, you watched how he shamelessly threw his tile over your own with ease.
You groaned out it frustration. “Please sir, please. I really want you to touch me.” You protested. He thought your demeanor was cute, but a game was a game. And technically he already let you get away with your first lost.
“On your knees.” He stated. He wasn’t firm, but neither was he endearing. You took his orders and did what he told you. Being at the eyesight of his crotch made you realize that he was hard. You were a bit amazed because you’ve never seen a dick that up close before. Once again, your curiosity got the best of you.
“You’re going to open your mouth and suck on my dick alright sweet girl? Suck on it like a lollipop, be mindful of your teeth okay baby girl?” It was his turn to lean against the car door. He pulled out his gritty length, and you opened your mouth wide. Your mouth felt full with the foreign subject, felt strange but relaxing. You attempted to bob your head, maybe it was your pacing, or how your mouth felt so stretched out. But the salesman wanted to pick up the pace. “Squeeze my legs if you feel uncomfortable.” He instructed. You hummed on his dick and that made him twitch.
He stood a bit up from leaning against the car and brought one hand to your face. He began fucking your face, like you meant shit to him. It was intoxicating. You looked up to him with doe eyes, and he loved seeing you below him at his mercy. He was obsessed with the way you were taking him in. Praises left his mouth as he was overwhelmed with the pleasure.
Him saying, “Good girl.” “Just like that princess.” Made you feel incredibly special towards him. And there it was, the thing that lingered that you felt all to often.
Attachment.
It wasn’t surprising that you got attached to a man that an hour before you knew nothing about. Technically still know nothing about. It was a repeated pattern of behaviour that you experienced, a man could just look at you and you’d romanticize a life together. That’s an exaggeration but regardless the point was still there. You adored the salesman, and how he made you feel.
You were lost in your thoughts before you realized a salty bitter substance was spilled into your mouth. You didn’t even think twice to swallow. Once you came back to reality you saw the salesman heavily breathing, he pulled his dick out of your mouth and tucked himself in.
He passed you a cloth to whip the area around your mouth. He felt a buzz in his pocket indicating he got a text message.
“Can we please play another round Sir?” Please? I want you to touch me again. If that’s not too much to ask?” Your request fell silent as he read the text message.
“Unfortunately, princess it’s getting late, and I need to get going.” You frowned at his words. You grabbed onto his hands and tried to place it under your dress. “Please Sir” you begged. And he laughed at your actions.
“You should get going, I’m sure your boss at the diner is going to need you.” He regretted his words at soon as he spoke them. Shit, he fucked up. Or did he?
“How did you know that?” You asked, not really suspicious of his words, rather you were more stunned by his accuracy.
“Don’t the pretty girls work as waitresses?” He lied, and you bought it.
“You flatter me. Well, you’re right I should get going. Will we ever see each other again?” you asked.
“Bye Y/N” another slip up. He’s usually not this sloppy, maybe it’s because he was coming down from his high, or what. But he is never this sloppy. He was waiting for the moment when you got creeped out by his actions, confused by the two incidents following one after the other. Instead, you just waved him goodbye and began walking home. Just like that, not even questioning his behaviour. Gosh you were too easy.
The salesman let you walk out of the parking lot before signaling Square to hit you in the head and knock you out. The black van was parked out on the sidewalk away from the train station. Once he got a text back from Square that he successfully knocked you out, he was instructed to double check whether or not you were successfully in the car. Otherwise square waited for further instructions to drive.
So, he walked down to the street and instead of seeing the van like was planned. A limo resided instead. Which only meant the obvious, the frontman was there.
He looked both ways of the sidewalk making sure nobody was there, before giving three knocks on the limo door. The door was opened for him, and he saw as the frontman sat in his chair, legs spread, while he sipped on whisky. You were knocked out with a gas mask attached, assumingly to keep you asleep during the entire car and boat ride there.
The salesman sat down in the seat closest to the frontman and opposite from you.
“What took you so long?” The frontman asked
“I like to take my time with my craft.” He spoke, his voice hinted with a smirk. He grabbed a glass and poured some whiskey for himself.
The silence didn’t last long but the tension was there. “Where’s her underwear.” The frontman voice sliced the tension like a knife on fire.
“How am I supposed to know that? I don’t go checking around what’s under a woman’s dress.” His responded was classy but bitter. The frontman knew what the salesman was implying but honestly, he didn’t care about the implications, rather he cared about the person who was implying them.
“Well, I doubt a goodie two shoes as herself would walk around without any undergarments.” He spat back. The frontman had a hunch, a theory on what may have happened. Assumingly some sexual encounter, but he wasn’t so sure. It was the salesman that he was dealing with, so it was most likely.
“Well maybe she’s not the innocent girl you thought she was. You do have a type after all.” He scoffs back. The frontman turned to look at you, peacefully asleep in a deep slumber, bringing a hand to carefully caress your forehead.
“Did you fuck her?” His question was an easy simple one to answer. He said it so soft and casually, but he truly would be angry if that were the case.
“What if I did?” He taunted him; the taunting made the frontman feel like he didn’t do anything with you. He figured if he had the chance with you, he would’ve rubbed in it is face.
“I would fire you under the pretence of betrayal.” The frontman replied, making the salesman laugh his words were meaningless to him.
“Grow up, you’re getting all emotional over a girl you’ll grow tired of by the end of the week. Give it a couple days and you’ll find yourself a new obsession. I expect another text message from you in a few days’ time asking for me to pick up another one of your prodigies’ huh?”
“I suggest you don’t want to start an argument like this, not when you have no grounds to speak on ‘getting emotional over a girl.’ Did you not murder your wife in retaliation to your obsessiveness possessive behaviour? Be smart, every time you judge me, you are judging yourself.” The frontman said, then took a swing of his wine.
“The difference is that I learn from my mistakes and wouldn’t ever let that happened again. This shit is like a monthly drop off for you.” The salesman spat back.
But he was met with nothing but,
Silence. Neither of them said a word for the rest of the car ride, luckily for them they were close to their destination anyways.
***
Over a year had pass by since your abduction and you were on cloud nine. Despite the fact that you were literally kidnapped, you were living your best life. You got what you wanted whenever you wanted, when you were allowed you were able to go out visit an abundance of places around the world. Even though you were always being watched, you still felt incredibly happy. The best part was all you ever had to do was just satisfy the frontman. Easy. He did ban you from ever seeing Lisa again, but at least you got to speak with her over the phone and send her money.
The issues came in once it became obvious that you had a lingering eye, it was clear to everyone who was allowed to see you, that the frontman was a billion times more into you, then you were into him. You were his longest lasting obsession so far. He was quite literally addicted to your love and affection. So, when things started to shift, it was clear to see why.
The frontman never actually explained things properly to you. You were still incredibly ignorant to the things going on behind the scenes, but you had no interest in investigating or finding out. You liked the way things were, so you’d keep it that way.
You did raise an eyebrow upon finding out that the salesman worked with the frontman, however as you always did, you didn’t question it. You assumed it was a coincidence, instead of putting two and two together. Upon seeing the salesman again, it’s like you had a desperate urge to relive the moments that you had with him in the parking lot. You attempted one time, but he brushed you off, even telling you to never mention the situation in the parking lot to the frontman.
The salesman thought he could handle seeing you with the frontman, he assumed the frontman would keep you to himself privately. That’s what normally happened. He didn’t expect for one, you to be around here long enough, two for the frontman to be so out in the open with you, and three that he would still hold attachment to what had happened with you prior.
He has been able to keep his emotions in check since the incident but with how the frontman has, what he considers to be purposely taunting him whenever he comes around to discuss work. He feels like he’s been unchecked.
Like the time the frontman purposely had you ride his dick while the frontman calmly discussed the documents. Or when the frontman made you wear a risqué outfit while the salesman came by to drop something off. Or some bullshit like making you call him Daddy, while the salesman was around. The salesman knew that this was some petty game between the two of them, because shit like that never happens around any other co-worker. In fact, most of the other members of the higher up aren’t even allowed to see you.
He wanted payback for this petty game.
***
You were in the bedroom, waiting for the frontman to return from doing whatever it is that he normally does.
Your lingerie for the night was laid front and centre of the bed. It was a white lace, with roses embroidered onto them. You thought they were an adorable set, and made sure to put them on, and light up a candle while you waited for the frontman’s arrival. Sitting patiently, allowing the silence to sooth you.
The salesman planned the whole thing out accordingly. He left the meeting 30 minutes early, it took 10 minutes to arrive to your staying place, then however long it took you to convince you to sleep with him, in which he’d fuck the living life out of you. Making the frontman walk in on the two of you. The plan was simple, but effective.
The knock on the bedroom door made you excited, upon opening it seeing the salesman made you confused.
“What are you doing here?” You asked slightly upset that it wasn’t your lover.
“You know when I told you that we shouldn’t fuck because it was a bad idea?” He reminded you, and you nodded. “Well, I want to do something bad with you.” He huskily replied. You had a smile creep on your face before it quickly disappeared “If I do, Daddy is going to punish me.” You replied honestly. You weren’t scared of that, you loved it while it happened. But you didn’t like the silent treatment that followed after, you adored his affection.
“Who cares about him, he’ll forget about it in day. Don’t you want me sweet girl?” He asked ever so innocently, but deeply provocative.
“Of course.” You opened the door fully so he could enter the scandalous bedroom.
You wasted no time bringing his mouth onto your own. Getting on your tippy toes to bring his head down to yours. His hands traveled your body and gripped onto your ass. He cautiously pulled his mouth away and pushed you slightly backwards so you could lay on the bed. He climbed on top of you, you spreaded your legs a bit as his mouth made way to the crease of your neck. His warm mouth touching one of your sweet spots made you release a small moan. His clothed crotch sat between your covered pussy, and you desperately wanted some friction, so you began to rub yourself against his own. He got the memo and began to move his clothed length against your own, grinding away to feel some sort of pleasure.
“Inside, I want you inside of me.” You muffled out.
‘Already?” he asked, surprised you needed no prep.
“Mmhm” While he hadn’t been with you in over a year, he was a little bit disappointed by how much you’ve changed since then. He stood himself up on his knees, and undid his belt, and pulled his pants, then boxers down, revealing his thick dick, that you haven’t seen in what felt like eternity. “You like what you see baby girl?” he saw you were grinning when he pulled his dick out. “I missed it.” You told him honestly.
He pushed your panties to the side seeing that despite practically doing nothing you were dripping wet already. “Let’s switch positions, Reverse cowgirl yeah.” You got up from laying down and nodded “Yeah sounds lovely.” You said before giving him a peck.
The position was perfect because you’d be facing the door as you rode him to heaven, perfect view for the frontman.
The salesman laid down, dick hard and out ready for you to sit on. You pulled your underwear to the side and adjusted yourself on top of him. You moaned at the first sensation from feeling full inside, the salesman pressed his head back into the pillow as you began moving your hips. His hand was on both sides of your hips, acting as a guide as you pushed your pussy to gain pleasure from his dick. Once you felt comfortable, you began to bounce on top of him, feeling your liquids all over his dick, hearing him groan out from behind you made your pussy clench around his dick. But when he’d send the occasional swat on your ass made you pick up the pace, and moan relentlessly.
The frontman returning was completely off your mind at this point, You were so caught up with building up your pleasure, you forgetting about your lover.
The salesman was in love with the feeling, getting caught up in jealousy at the idea of someone else being able to have you in this position.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” A simple question but his voice was feral and hungry. You hesitated to answer because it did not belong to him. You moaned out instead of responding, and you felt the hardest slap on your ass so far.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” he asked you again, but this time brought his hand around to pinch your clit making you jump. “YOURS” you practically forced out, feeling so close to your high.
The frontman opened the front door removing his mask on his entrance, meeting finished a bit early, which was good for him. He set the mask asides on the entrance table, and that’s when he heard you. Your moans were erratic, and he loved the noise, it played like melodies for his ears. He figured you must have been playing with yourself while he was away, he didn’t really care, but he thought might as well punish you for it. It’s when he heard a male groan that concerned him. First thought of possibility was that you were watching porn, but then he heard his voice.
The salesman voice.
It disturbed the frontman on multiple levels, he walked over to the bedroom door opening it aggressively, seeing you on top of him, while you rode him, moaning like a goddamn whore.
Your eyes were closed tightly so you didn’t realize his presence until you felt someone push your neck downwards onto the bed. “You fucking bastard...taking what’s mine” he spoke harshly.
“And you- “
“Daddy I’m sorry.” You apologized quickly, but you just ended up cutting him off. “you are a fucking whore, taking this worthless piece of shit dick like it’s gospel. I thought you had class.”
The salesman had a smile was reeking of gloat. He was enjoying every second of this, even if it wouldn’t last long.
“Get on your knees, and suck him off. I’m going to fuck you like you for what you are worth. You won’t be able to cum, and if you do. Your little play thing over there is going to fucking die. You hear me?”
“God, you sound so fucking pathetic.” The salesman told the frontman. He caught on his bluff, he couldn’t legitimately do that, it would cause way too many problems. But the threat was to rile you up more than anything.
You got on all fours and the salesman sat himself a bit upwards, so you could properly position yourself. He salesman pulled himself out to stroke himself at the visuals that he was seeing. His girl sucking off the bitter bitch, while your ass was in the air, showing your wetness dripping. He enjoyed the sight for what it was.
It didn’t take long before he shoved his length inside of you, and began thrusting. The salesman did not like this situation the minute the frontman decided to involve himself. Which is probably why he was doing it. Seeing you from that perspective taking him all in, to the point where you had a hard time pleasing the salesman cause the frontman was hitting you in all the right places. He removed your mouth off of his dick, and brought your face up to kiss you, of course with the intention to piss off the frontman.
You moaned in his mouth as you excepted the kiss, and that just made the frontmant thrust harder, it was one hard thrust that made you lose control, you were normally so good at this. You held it in for that long.
The frontman immediately removed himself out of you, not even waiting for his own high. He knew you; he knew when you came. He felt the way you clenched around him, and God it was lovely. But you lost.
He pulled you by the neck lift you up against him, he whispered into your ear
FYI, I’m not taking anymore request until I finish them. I have 10 (ish) right now. So I’m gonna try to complete them. Thank you for your understanding :)
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Fluff
Smut
Third Time’s the Charm by @therealromewrites
All’s Fair in Money and … Sex? by @therealromewrites
Whatever it takes by @squidgamesmut
Stranger by @hajoonswife
Does the salesman enjoy exhibitionism or does he enjoy watching you squirm? by @father-time-and-baby-new-year
Checkmate by @smutsonian
Crybaby by @smutsonian
For you by @aurasaurora
Angst
Series
Precious person // Precious person 2. by @philomaay
A wolf in sheep’s clothing by @abasketfullofcandies {Multi-Chapter}
Dangerously in Love by @aurasaurora {Multi-Chapter}
I’ll do anything for 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (prologue) by @euphoniumpets {Multi-Chapter}
hii! it's the anon that asked about requests and since u said you'd be ok with me sending in my idea, I was really happy to hear that!
so basically if you possibly could, I was wondering if u could do the salesman x reader oneshot where basically, from the start, Y/N acts as a protege towards the salesman once the games begin. he had known her before hand even before the games began. he gotten close to her as soon as she entered the games and he made a deal with the people behind the games to keep her alive right after the games are over as he's grown fond of her. next thing u know, the two get close and things get steamy (if u know what I mean lol). and yes, there'd be a bit of an age difference BUT Y/N is of age.
so...yea! let me know what u think, thanks! :) (also if u cant do it, I understand)
So Y/N starts off as a salesman protege but ends up joining the game? I’m just trying to understand if that’s what you meant. Sorry.
Otherwise I’ll write it. But I’ll add it to the list, just be patient love :)
Damn, Dangerously In Love was so good!!! I'm wondering if you will do a part 2 now, if the reader will join in the games or if the salesman will notice the little card! Praying he notices, because if not, I will haunt him 😂
I love your stories, keep it up!
Thanks babe! You’re so kind!
So far all of my stories are one shots, but I’ll consider writing a second part for Dangerously in love. (Once I figure out an idea lol). Probably joining the game cause that would be more interesting lmao, idk I’ll see.
Request: are your request open ? if so can we get dilf!salesman x reader with breeding kink ? <333
Parings: The Salesman x F!Reader
Word Count: 6.1k
Warnings: Masturbation (M), Oral (M&F), fingering, anal, mild squirting, vibrator, breeding, minor degradation and praise kink if you squint, pregnancy sex, annnnd cheating. Just smut lol.
A/N: Soooo, I seriously cannot write pwp, I tried but I couldn't help but write it with a plot. Sorry to the anon who requested this, I also didn’t know how to write a dilf, story so it’s a learning curve. I did go back and realized that my writing is starting to feel all the same. So I'm probably going to take a step back and reflect on myself to improve. Also thank you so much for 200 followers, love you guys lots! Thank you for those who read my work, I appreciate it babes!
The car was parked in the garage, he should have left and gone inside the house 30 minutes ago, but he couldn’t regain the strength to walk inside the house. He knew what was waiting inside for him, he knew once he stepped foot inside, he would not be able to keep control of his desires. He flipped open his phone, looking at the pictures you sent him. They were merely innocent; he had asked you to send pictures as updates on how the tutoring was going with his son. While you perceived the question to be innocent, he on the other hand wanted to see what you were wearing. He wanted to double check and see whether you were wearing the skirt. On Fridays you would wear a skirt, he realized whenever you were wearing a skirt, it meant you were going out with friends of some kind. When he saw the photo, you were in fact wearing a skirt like he’d hope, but of course, you had to come by his house today in that skirt. The skirt that made his knees weak, and his dick hard, the skirt that made him want to risk it all.
He stared at the innocent photo over and over again, images of what he’d do to you popped up in his head. He wanted to bend you over and spank you for wearing such scandalous dress. No…he wanted your mouth chocking on his dick, begging for mercy. No, he wanted to slowly and sensually watch you ride him, or did he want you to sit on his face and hear you moan relentlessly. He couldn’t decide he wanted it all. These dirty thoughts ran wild in his mind, his dick grew hard as he was still seated in his luxury car. He knew it was probably best to handle the situation now rather than later, at least here he was some peace, and would be able to moan as much as he wanted as the car and the garage was soundproof.
He unzipped his pants letting one hand slide beneath his dress pants into his underwear. The touch of his hand making contact with his dick sent shivers down his body. He pulled out his lengthy dick and let his thumb rub over the tip glossing with precum. He let out a low shaky moan and took his hand and spat into it. He began to work his way on his dick, throwing his head back as he let his fantasies take over.
“Mmm, baby just like that.” He said as he vividly imagined you being the one giving him a hand job in the car. He imagined you with his dick in your hand, as you jerked him off, sucking on the skin on his neck. He imagined the way his hand would’ve slid down your skirt to feel your plush ass squeeze on it to deal with the overwhelming pleasure that is consuming him. His hand picked up speed subconsciously knowing he’s going to have to go inside soon. He let out lazy moans, calling out your name as if you were in this very car with him. His climax was close, and he began bucking his hips forward, whining out for you. When his hips began to shake and his moans started to hitch, it was over for him.
He didn’t make much of a mess like he thought he would, but it would be enough to cause suspicion. He took the tissue from the car to clean up his mess, he got out of the car, and threw the tissues in the trash, looked at himself in the car mirror to check his composure. Made sure his clothes were fixed, his hair was straight, before entering his home. He needed you so fucking bad, and what he wanted he was going to get.
“Will that be all for today, Madam?” You asked Michiko, one last time before you attempted to leave her home. You’ve been here for hours already, you were practically a full-time teacher with this shitty work schedule, two hours turn to three, turns into four and so on. It seemed like she was still finding reasons and excuses to keep you at her place, always finding a reason for you to go back upstairs and review some work with her son. You could tell that neither you nor her son wanted to keep going so you figured you’d play with him otherwise. He was going to be burnt out with all the information his mother is expecting him to learn.
Luckily you were being paid by the hour, so the more she made you stay the better. However, you have a life of your own, something that this privileged rich lady doesn’t seem to grasp. It’s like she’s expecting you to be a full-time slave at her mercy or something.
You did feel terrible for her. It’s clear to you that she’s trying her best to make her son’s life perfect (to her standards of course). In general, she is a good wife; she is almost too good for her husband. She always made sure his needs were met before her own, made sure her son was doing well before herself. She deserved someone better than her husband. Someone who wasn’t on the verge of fuck his son’s tutor. The sexual tension between the two of you was so thick, it could be sliced out of thin air. His longing touches, gazing eyes were so unprofessional. But you loved every second of it, you loved knowing you had his attention, that you were able to make him feel a mess. It was sick of you to enjoy it. But it was just harmless, you doubt he’d ever make a real move. You figured he wouldn’t want to ruin his family image.
He hired you when he saw you at the train station holding a Japanese cookbook, granted it was weird. But he struck a conversation with you discovering that you were fluent in Japanese. He told you his wife was from Japan and wanted to hire someone to teach this son Japanese. You weren’t completely confident in your skills, but you accepted the job offer nonetheless, the pay was mind blowing. You were a dollar away from homelessness when he approached you and now you could live comfortably.
“Why don’t you stay over for dinner, I’m trying one of the recipes from the book you suggested. I’d love for you to try it.” She gave out an innocent smile it made you want to burst. Gosh, you were a terrible person.
“Um, Mrs. I’d love too but I was planning on doing prep work some tomorrow’s session, so it would be better for me to get going…” Lies, you were planning on hitting the streets with your friends, whom you told you were supposed to meet an hour ago. You were unsure of whether to take up the offer, but you figured you might as well nicely decline.
“Oh, it’s alright. You can use my husband’s office space for prep, it’s quiet in there. Once you’re finished you can have some dinner. It might take an hour so; you get yourself comfortable.” You nodded exteriorly, and internally groaned at your inability to tell this woman no. You are going to need to set some boundaries. You began removing your coat, and boots (for the third time today) She gestured you towards the office, and you followed suit, walking down that direction leaving the entryway towards the office, while she reappears into the kitchen.
You opened the laptop hopelessly and sat down in the office chair, you figured you could watch some Netflix or YouTube, something to pass the time. You already pre-planned everything what you were going to teach her son for the next month. So ultimately you had nothing to do. You texted your friends telling them that you couldn’t attend tonight’s drunk fest and they seemed genuinely disappointed that you couldn’t come, you were bummed out too.
You slipped in your air pods and let the movie play as you waited for dinner to be served. The movie went on for around 10 minutes before you were disturbed again. When you heard the knock at the door you thought it was Michiko, so you straighten yourself and acted like you were typing away.
Rather instead it wasn’t Michiko, it was her husband.
You don’t know why, but you stood up so quickly from your spot once you saw him appear from the door.
“I’m sorry Sir, your wife, she told me that I could um...that I could stay here.” You couldn’t fathom why you were so nervous now that he is here.
“No worries, she told me actually, I came here to check on you.” Your heart almost skipped a beat when he said he came to check on you. It probably meant nothing, it most likely did, but you rather romanticize the thought that he came to see you because he was genuinely wondering about you.
“I’m alright thanks. Just tired and sore.” It was honest, you seriously just wanted to go home at this point.
“Sore? Where?” He asked slowly approaching you.
“I don’t know, just my whole body is tense, from sitting all day.” He was now so much closer to you, that you could feel his body heat. You started feeling the same tension that you felt from all the other days, except this one felt different. This one felt like he was going to act upon it. Which is what deep down you hoped for, but knew it was wrong to ask for.
“I know how to release such tension from the body. But only if you want me to..” His voice was incredibly suggestive, there was no denying what he meant with his words.
You nodded almost too eagerly. He pushed you gently which made you fall back into the office chair. He asked you to spread your legs and so you did. His hands ran softly over your panties, slowly removing them off. Revealing a sight, he has been dying to see for ages.
Your pussy.
“They say, a woman’s orgasm can remove tension off the body, do you want to find out?” You hummed out a yes, and he got onto his knees. Taking in the natural scent he knew he loved so much. He placed small kisses on your pussy, exploiting your flesh before he could properly ravish on his feast. His lips sucked on your clit making sending a jolt down your body. You let your hand run down his hair. You wanted to moan but you were worried that his wife might hear so bit down on your lips. His tongue game was better than ever, and you had your hands practically gripping onto him, waiting for your release to arrive at any moment. You removed one hand from his hair and covered your mouth, you couldn’t take the overwhelming flow of pleasure following your way. When he slides two fingers inside, and gentle pushed them in and out, that was when he sent you over the edge. You couldn’t tell, but he was enjoying every second of pushing you to insanity. He liked that you were trying your hardest to not make any noise, it’s what made the situation so thrilling.
Eventually you came and he stood up.
“How’s the tension?” he asked you simply.
“Gone.” You responded, and he smirked back at you. He looked for the keys in his pocket and opened the bottom drawer. You turned your head not too look, you figured it wasn’t any of your business to see what was there.
“Put this inside of you when you’re called for dinner.” He tossed you over the pink mechanical device.
“Um wha-“
“It’s a bullet vibrator.” He cut you off before you could finish. He let you put two and two together, before he spoke again. “Stay quiet, and we won’t get caught. I’m going to go freshen up.” His voice was so casual for having previously eaten you out while his wife was cooking up dinner.
“I-I can’t” you bursted out.
“Sure you can sweetheart. You did a good enough job 5 seconds ago.” He was more intrigued on figuring out why you couldn’t. Was it because you feared getting caught? Most likely.
“Um…this is so fucking embarrassing…but…uh, those types of vibrators never fail to make me squirt.” You practically mumbled out the last part. He heard you loud and clear though. “I’m going to make a mess.” You couldn’t believe that you were actually telling the man who technically is your boss, that you could fucking squirt. Imagine that.
“Well, this will make it all the more fun.” He told you slyly then existed the room.
You knew you had the choice; nobody was forcing you to slip the bullet vibrator inside of you. Yet knowing the possible consequences, you did it anyways.
You sat yourself down on the chair, trying to return to normalcy but you couldn’t help but wonder how much of a disaster dinner will be. You click play on the movie again to refocus your mind.
Didn’t take long before Michiko came to the office door knocking it lightly “Dinner is ready hun.” She gave you a warm smile before leaving. It made your stomach turn; you were a terrible person for letting her husband devour your pussy minutes before.
“Thank you so much.” You closed your laptop and stood to leave the office, turning the lights off behind you. Walking down the hallway, you caught glimpse of the salesman walking down the stairs. It seems he changed his clothing to a much more casual at home attire.
Both you and his wife walked in the hallway side by side leaving towards the dining room, her husband walked behind the two of you. Sneakily grabbing a handful of your ass before turning to go and sit beside his son.
Your nerves were bubbling, this was a stupid idea to play along, but your curiosity got the best of you. Your excitement for tonight was unimaginable.
The food was already served eloquently, with the chop sticks placed perfectly right beside the bowl. You sat across from Michiko, while the salesman sat in the middle between her and their son.
The food smelt astonishingly good, as you went to pick up the chop sticks, you felt a jolt in between your legs. Making you almost drop the chopsticks out of your hands, along with practically slamming your legs closed.
“Are you alright Y/N?” The salesman asked, ever so innocently. He’s such an ass.
“Apologize, I’m alright. Just got goosebumps.” Your voice was apologetic, but your eyes screamed “fucking asshole”
You grabbed the chopsticks placing them in your hands accordingly and went in to grab some of the noodles. You took a bit, and your tastebuds were on fire, the mixture of all seasoning was perfection, the sauce was amazing. You felt the bullet start again, it was clear that it was on the low setting, enough to feel the pleasure, but it was ignorable.
“The food is lovely Madam. The sauce is…” mid-sentence the bullet vibration started to get higher. You could see at the corner of your eyes that he was smirking seeing you struggle.
You felt a moan build up in your throat and you figured you could cough it out. “The sauce is what?…sorry you never finished.” Michiko replied.
“A-amazing, your cooking skills are out of this world.” You blurted out the words, and immediately bit your lips wanting to shut up so you can try to focus on not moaning. You felt your underwear get completely damped and your pussy was throbbing as your juices leaked. You honestly couldn’t keep your eyes open, and it was a fucking battle to keep your composure.
Then it stopped again.
You were annoyed by the fact that you missed the dauting sensation, but happy that you could now focus on the dinner.
“How did your lessons go today son?” The salesman asked his only child. You noticed how his parents seemingly talked to the child as if he was older than he actually was, Minho was only 7, but based off of the way his parents (especially his mother) talked about him you could’ve swore he was 17.
“It was fun, Miss L/N helped me study lots of new Kanji.” The boy sent a knowing wink towards you. After the fourth hour the two of you stopped studying and played a game together. His mother didn’t pick up on his very obvious wink, his father on the other hand did and smiled to himself knowingly. “I like having Miss L/N around, feels less lonely.” He mumbled loud enough for everyone at the table to hear. “I wish I had a sibling.”
Michiko scoff at her son. “Don’t be ridiculous, this loneliness will pay off when you get instant inherence of my father’s company. You’ll thank me when your older, plus you won’t have to split mommy or daddy’s money with anyone.” You could see her husband’s face and it was splattered with annoyance; her son’s face looks exceptionally disappointed.
You understood how he felt, to a degree. You knew what loneliness felt like, the never-ending hope of escaping not feeling alone, and being embraced by others. You figured you could speak up lightheartedly
“You know Minho, if I ever have a child while I’m still your tutor, you’re free to come and play with them.” As you spoke you watched his eyes shine bright, and a smile creep on his face.
“Do you really mean that? I hope so, I’d be a great helper! When I grow older, I want to work in a nursery!” Minho sounded excited at the prospect.
“That’s a lovely compromised you suggested Y/N. But Minho, be realistic, boys don’t work in nursery.” Michiko told her son sternly.
You could see her husband growing frustrated with her words. “Well, maybe there is a first for everything. Minho can be the first male caretaker.” His voice was passive aggressive enough. You slightly cringed at the tension between them.
Michiko cleared her throat, before continuing to speak. “So, Y/N, with all the baby talk, are you seeing anyone?”
“Yeah, we’ve been together for a while.” It was a lie, but you figured if you told her, you were seeing someone, that it could distract from the possibility of you and her husband. That answer alone, was when the vibrator came back on. The setting was much higher.
“Oh, how lovely. I hope he makes you happy.” Michiko told you. Your mouth was jawed shut. The setting was much higher than you expected. You tense the muscles un your legs because otherwise you’d feel them shake.
“Who is he?” The salesman asked. When his wife turned her head down to grab a bite of her food, you mouthed out a please. You received an eyeroll in return.
“Oneofmygoodfriends” you rushed out the words out of your mouth and shut your mouth quickly again. You were focusing your best on holding in your orgasm. The machine was vibrating heavily against your insides. So much liquid was already dripping out, if this went on for another minute you’d probably squirt then and there.
You were saved by Minho asking if you were alright. Then the vibration stopped again. “Yes, sweetheart. I’m fine.” The child got out of his seat to grab his empty plate. “Good, because you need to be healthy to have a baby. You don’t want your husband to be sad.” You giggled at his words, and surprisingly his mother smiled too. Unfortunately, the salesman wasn’t smiling at all. He looked rather pissed off. “I can take your plate Miss L/N”
“Thank you so much Minho.” He nodded and walked off to the kitchen. “Um, it’s getting late. Thank you for the marvelous food, Madam and I appreciate your hospitality. However, I need to get going otherwise I’ll miss the last train for the night.”
“My husband can drive you home if you like.” Michiko offered.
“The least I could do.” He responded.
You took the offer and stood up pretty quickly. Hoping nobody would notice the small drops of liquid escaping your panties.
You went over to grab your coat and wrap it around your body, placing on your outdoor shoes.
The salesman came, and just slipped on some random shoes, not really caring for presentation that much.
You waited for him to open the door for the garage, and he let you go inside first. Swiftly locking the door behind him. He wasted no time pouncing onto you with a rough kiss, which in no time you accepted it. His hands roughly traveled down your body. Before opening your coat, he removed his mouth off you and looked back down to see you in full sight. “Who is he?” he asked in a low intimidating voice.
“He isn’t real. I figured if I told your wife I was seeing someone she wouldn’t suspect us.” He looked into your eyes for a few seconds in silence before speaking again. Probably trying to figure out whether you were lying or not.
“I need you, right now. I fucking want you so bad.” He breathed out.
“I want you too, so badly.” You responded. You were still craving an orgasm after being denied one a few times during dinner.
“Shit…are you wet enough?” he pushed your jacket to the side so he could lift up your skirt to put his hands inside your cunt. But before he could he saw that your legs were practically dripping in wetness. “holy..shit.”
He opened the car for the passenger seat and instructed you to bend over. So, your chest would be laying down flat on the chair, while your ass and legs stood out from the outside.
He slides his hand into his pocket, then let out and almost overly loud groan of annoyance.
“I don’t have a condom.” He finally let out. He was finally going to live out the fantasy that he had previously jerked off too, he literally has the girl of his dreams face down, ass up. Yet of fucking course he forgot a condom.
“It’s alright, I’m clean.” You reassured him.
“I’m not worried about that, uh, are you on birth control?”
“N-no…I…no, No I am not.” You stuttered out.
“Why not? Is it because you’re some filthy whore waiting for a man to breed with you?”
You were almost stunned by his words, but then you realized what was going on.
“Yes, yes I am.” He slapped one of your ass cheeks “Yes Sir, I’m a filthy whore.” His hands slid down to the lips of your pussy, sticking the tip of his thumb inside. “Do you want me to fuck my cum inside of you pretty girl? Push it so deep there’s no denying you wouldn’t get pregnant.”
“Yes, sir please, I want you to fill me up until I’m full.” You begged. He slides his hands into his sweatpants in order to pull his dick out.
He wasted no time grabbing out the pink device and replacing it with his dick. The sheer friction of the tightness of your pussy and the abundance of wetness was heavenly. The slaps of skin between the two of you were loud. His hand gripped into the side of your stomach as he continuedly rammed himself into you. You shoved your face into the seat so it would muffle out your cries of joy.
But he pulled you by the neck “I want to hear every fucking word that comes out of your mouth? You understand?” He continued to hit it from the back.
“Yeah sir, oh…this feels so...good.” you moaned out.
“Your pussy is so tight baby, I…shit..I fucking love it.”
He slides one hand down to toy with your clit, and that’s when you felt that, feeling start to build up. He whispers nothing but sweet nothings. Praising you for how good you were doing, how wet you were, how tight. He was moaning viciously. It was then when a flood of fluids came all over his dick, it wasn’t as much as you normally could. But it was enough to send you into a wave of orgasm, this in which is what sent him to want to increase his drive of his own orgasm, and soon enough his cum was spilling inside of you.
A Dangerous game the two of you were playing.
***
It seems that the consequences of your own actions were going to bite you in the fucking ass. Maybe it was that you took shitty plan b you don’t know. The point being is that you were now 5 months pregnant.
When you had told him, he genuinely seemed unfazed. Not the slightest worry, he told you that he’d be by your side. Which was nice and all, but he has a whole other family of his own. He did mention that he would leave his wife but that just made you feel absolutely terrible. Even though it takes two to tango, you still felt immense guilt. You didn’t want to break apart the family. But it seems you didn’t feel guilt enough, because after sessions you still fucked. Essentially almost every night. But up until a week ago, your sex drive blew the fuck up.
And sense then, was conveniently when you weren’t able to see him. He was gone for a week, something about his company wanting him to go overseas, and he wouldn’t have connection. Didn’t make much sense to you, but regardless he was coming back yesterday. So, you were going to see him tonight.
“How’s the baby doing?” Michiko asked while she knitted, while you sat down and corrected Minho’s assignments. “Healthy, so good.” You answered back.
“Your bump is so small it’s astonishing. If I didn’t know you, I would’ve thought you were bloated.” She joked, but you didn’t laugh not even crack a smile. Rather you attempted to change the subject. You realized that over the past few weeks, she’s been taking small jabs at you. At first you thought it was personal. Then you came to the realization that no, she does this with everyone. It was an annoying trait of hers, but you’ve grown to ignore it.
“Um, Minho has been improving his stroke orders.” You told her, showing her the papers.
“Well, not surprised, he’s a talented boy. So, how’s your boyfriend handling this whole pregnancy situation?” She changed the subject back to the very thing you were trying to avoid.
“We broke up.” You lied.
“Not exactly shocking, men aren’t ones to be trusted. I think we women should fend for ourselves.” She told you without even looking in your eyes, while she continued to knit.
“Not even your husband?” the words slipped out of your mouth before you even began to realize what you had just said.
“I don’t expect trust from him, not after what I did. But I as long as I never find out whatever goes on than he’s safe.”
“W-What do you mean by that? What did you do? What do you mean he’s safe?” you realized your professional demeaner was gone, and you were now curious about what she’s going to say next.
“Well, I guess I could tell you, it’s not like you have many friends to gossip about my situation with anyways.” Michiko told you, which internally made you frown. “9ish years ago, I went clubbing with one of my friends, back when I wanted to act like common folks. After we finished and we went to the subway, to wait for the train. And that’s when I saw him. I was mesmerized by his beauty and composure so I watched him for a while, hoping I could get a chance with him. I ended up catching him every night at the train station. I realized he was recruiting people for something; at the time I didn’t know any better. So, I wanted to be a part of whatever it is that he was doing.” She paused before speaking again. “So, I tried speaking with him so I could try to join in, didn’t work. Eventually I figured if I slept with him, I could join. He told me that next year he could consider allowing me to join. I kept seeing him after that, not often, but whenever I wasn’t with my boyfriend at the time, I was with him. Eventually one year came up and he triple asked me if I still wanted to join…so I figured why not.” Michiko’s voice ended up sounding quite remorseful, like she knew she did something wrong. “When I joined, I realize, this is not what I expected. I wanted to leave, but I needed a good excuse…and…I told my husband that I was pregnant, when that is far from the truth. I figured that if I came up with a serious enough lie that I could get out of the game. Problem is, after that he wanted to be involved, so I had to create this whole elaborate scheme-“
You unintentionally cut her off. “You faked a pregnancy??!?”
“Y-yes. I did what I had to do; you don’t understand the magnitude of the situation.”
“So Minho-“
It was her turn to cut you off “He’s adopted. He found out when he was 5. Everything before that was amazing. There was genuine love, he was finally mine. Our family was perfect. I had what I wanted, but now? He’s been holding that grudge against me. He said he had to go through hell to disqualify me from something that he spent a year trying to convince because I desperately wanted it. It seems now he’s acting a bit better; he seems happier these days. I wondered at first if it was because he was seeing someone. But he knows if I were to ever find out I’d slice her throat.” She laughed at herself, but you didn’t instead you gulped intensely.
“I mean if he’s cheating, why would you go after the girl?” Not that you didn’t have any part in that, but you just didn’t want your throat sliced.
“Because he’s mine. Nobody can take him away from me. Not after how much effort I put into keeping him by my side.” Her voice came off frantic, which shocked you considering how much of a contrast it was from her normal attitude.
“Understandable” You had a feeling she wasn’t telling you the whole story, and probably was leaving some bits and pieces out of it. However, you didn’t want to pry, you felt like pushing her buttons could backfire.
Her husband came into the room seeing the sight of the two of you at the dinning table. “Hey honey.” He said while kissing her cheek. “Hello Y/N.”
You both greeted him, and you immediate left the room, claiming you needed to use the washroom.
You waited for over 5 minutes before he showed up. He slowly opened the bathroom door, and he was ecstatic. His lips hungerly meet yours after not having been on them for what felt like eternity.
You backed away from him, looking into his eyes. Wanting to have the guts to talk to him about the conversation you just had with his wife. But you couldn’t, you just desperately wanted him. You figured you could talk with him about if after you fuck.
“Earth to Y/N...” he said jokingly waving a hand in front of your face. “Are you alright baby? Well, you and the little one?”
“Yes, we are, I just want you…I’ve been so fucking horny ever since you left. I need you in my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth.” You told him sluttery while you massaged his clothed dick with your hand. “Well, your wish is my command.” He told you. You got on your knees and awaited eagerly, for him to pull his cock out. He grabbed the back of your neck and carefully slide his dick inside your mouth. Squeeze my legs if I go to hard, you got that baby?”
You nodded. He leaned himself away from the door and slightly towards you. He began to thrust his dick into your warm mouth, his pace was slow enough that you could have your tongue swirl around the tip occasionally, not until he started to pick up the pace. Your eyes watched carefully as he bit his lips shut to avoid making much noise. His hand would slide down to your cheek to caress it, a sign of thanks for allowing him to use you like a fuck toy. Eventually he removed himself out of your mouth. He hadn’t cum yet, but he seemed rather eager to please you. “Want to switch?”
“I want you in my ass.” You told him unapologetically.
“Are you sure? Because? Well, you...know.”
“I told you, I’m really fucking horny. You won’t hurt the baby. I’ll lean against the counter. I even snuck some lube.” You opened the bottom cabinet. “Look. I came prepared for this shit.”
“Alright, bend over then sweetheart.” You did as you were told. He pulled down your pants, then underwear. He saw this sight a million time, but every time felt like the first. He opened the bottle of lube and dabbed a bit into his hand. Making sure his hands were slick so he could prep you, letting his finger slide inside your ass. In and out, making you feel gorgeous inside. When he figured you were ready for more, he lubricated his cock, then carefully slipped it inside. He adjusted the position before starting at a steady pace.
He hissed at the glorious feeling of your tight hole, and you rolled your eyes cemented to the back of your head. His hand slide around your body carefully as he thrusted, one hand slides up your shirt, having a tug at your sensitive nipples, the other caressed your round stomach. You felt moans build up in your throat as his dick began to abuse your hole, he was being torturous towards you. Picking up speed then stopping once you thought you were close to your orgasm.
He slides his own three fingers inside your exposed pussy while he kept thrusting, wanting you to feel completely full of him. You put your hand over your mouth to cover you from making any noises,
But it was useless.
On the other end of the door was Michiko standing, listening cautiously with her ear on the door. She stood away in disbelief, she knew something was up. She should’ve listened to her gut feeling.
She went up into her bedroom, passing back and forth wondering what should be done. You were an impeccable tutor, you taught her son at an incredibly fast rate, but you were a threat to her family, her reputation, and her sanity.
She needed you gone.
The salesman pulled his dick out of you, watching his cum spill out of your ass. He went to grab a rag to wipe you clean, while you would recover from the mind-blowing sex you just received.
“Uh, will you be able to drive me home tonight?” You asked him. You were procrastinating having the conversation with him.
“Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know, you just got back home recently. So, I leave first, right?” he nodded, and you looked at yourself one more time before existing the bathroom.
You walked back into the dining room, finding Michiko sitting peacefully at the table.
“You alright Y/N? You were in there for a while?” She asked
“Yeah, I ended up picking up a call from my mom. I’ll be heading home now, thank you as always for your hospitality. I’m grateful for it.” Gosh you sounded like the fakest bitch ever, every time you spoke to her.
“Thank you for coming.” She smiled at you, you attempted to turn to leave, but she stopped you in your tracks. “Oh, Y/N before you go, I wanted to give this to you.” She pulled out a small brown business card. “It’s this event that they host every year, at the end you can win a lot of money. I figured since you’re going to be a single mom you could use the spear cash. Give them a call will you.”
You looked down at the card. It had shapes on them, and a phone number. “I’ll give them a call. Thank you, Madam.” You said before turning off to walk out of the dining room.
“You better.” She mumbled, before sitting down again, continuing to knit away, waiting for her husband to return.
