Pairings— salesman x shy!reader
Summary— after getting tired of your relentless losses during ddakji, the salesman makes an offer to another game that you just can’t turn down (request from @joonpilled)
Warnings— smut, afab reader, dubcon, strangers-to-lovers, 69
Trudging through the subway station your, red rimmed, eyes spot an empty bench calling your name. You quickly walk to the seat and throw your bag down, claiming the spot before anyone else can. After sitting down you close your eyes and hum in content, feeling your shoulders relax and your mind drift elsewhere.
Snapping your eyes open you immediately reach for your phone to check the time, fearing you had missed your only ride home. Sighing in relief once realizing you still had a few minutes before you had to board; you slacked your shoulders and began stretching to loosen your muscles that had stiffened from resting on the uncomfortable bench. While strenching your arms out you feel your fingertips brush against something residing on the other end of the seat.
Jerking your hand back you quickly whip your head around just for your eyes to make eye contact with a man sitting at the other of the cool metal bench. You drop your shoulders once realizing there is no immediate threat and you turn your head to face the other direction. Suddenly feeling awkward at the unintentional contact made with a complete stranger.
After a few seconds of awkward silence your eyes trail back to the strange man, with wonderful posture, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. You take note of the briefcase he holds with a strong grip and the tailored black suit he wore to match. Whilst inadvertently gawking at the man's tall frame, he turns to face you with an eery smile stretched on his predictably handsome face.
Feeling embarassed at being caught staring you quickly look away. Quickly you advert your gaze and tap your fingers against your thighs while your eyes dance across the metro’s boring interior. You can only hope to appear casual enough to seem like you weren't just checking him out. But, unable to help yourself, your eyes meekly move back in his direction only to be met with him still staring right at you with that same smile plastered on.
Embarrassed you were caught, you collect your things and try to make a swift exit to hopefully avoid any confrontation. Because honestly, you had no good explanation for staring into the man’s soul who was just minding his own business.
However, before you can make your exit, a deep voice draws you back in with a strange question. “Would you like to play a game?”
“Excuse me.” Your voice cracks. Feeling all too confused and still slightly dazed from your nap. “I said, “Would you like to play a game?” The man repeated. Confused, and suddenly convinced the man was on drugs, you rapidly shake your head and politely decline. The man simply stares at you with the same eery smile adorned on his face and raises one finger, a signal for you to wait before turning to face the other direction.
Weirdly intrigued and having some time to spare, you comply and balance on the heels of your feet as you wait for the handsome, likely high, stranger to show you what he has hidden behind him. When the man turns back around he has the same shiny smile plastered across his face, but this time he’s holding up the briefcase he was gripping onto earlier. You peer inside and see that it’s filled to the brim with money to match it. Your eyes double in size, never in life having seen that much money in one setting before.
Without even thinking your mouth spills out words faster than you can process. “What’s the game?” You speak as eagerly as you feel. Automatically realizing that the money may have been a prize to whatever the guy was offering. The smile on the man’s face only grows and your previous eagerness subsides once your brain registers what you’ve just agreed to.
Losing count of the amount of times his large palm has made contact with the side of your face, you, once again, tearfully throw the blue ddakji paper at the red one. And, once again, you miss. You’re not sure if the constant slapping has you in a haze, but it’s almost as if the slapping has gotten lighter and the suited man’s smile has transformed into more of a grimace.
The man sighs and glances down at his watch— his own palm shaded a light red from his abuse. After realizing hours have passed he squats down and begins picking up the ddakji and closing his suitcase back up. “W-wait! I’m not done.” You stutter, confused, looking at him with glossed over eyes. “Please! Let’s keep going. I’ve got it this time, forreal!” Despite your insistence, the man continues to pack up and get ready to leave. “No please! Just one more time! I need this money, I’ll do anything!” The man halts at that, standing up and dusting off his pants he makes eye contact with you once more.
“Anything?” He repeats, looking at you with a tilted head. “Anything.” You confirm, now more determined than ever to get that money. The man’s usual smile returns, this time with an even more mischievous glint to it. “Okay, how about a different game.” He starts. You nod impatiently, eager for him to keep going. “The rules are similar, if I lose we stop and you get the money. And if you lose…” He ponders. “Well, I guess we’ll have to keep going until I lose.” Your brows furrow, still slightly confused on the whole premise of the game but you nod nonetheless, wiling to do anything to get the money.
Moans and pleas bounced off the thin walls of the hotel that the game man dragged you to. “S-stop please, ‘s too deep, sir” you slurred as he pounded into you. Face smashes into a cold white pillow with tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, all you could do was plea for a break as the merciless thrusts continued. “Shh-shh I know sweetheart it’s okay.” The condescending tone in his voice only making your whines grow louder.
His repeated blows to your sweet spot resulted in you cumming for the nth time. Meaning you had lost. Again.
Feeling flustered and angry you attempted to push him off of you with all the strength you could muster up. Reluctantly he carefully rolled off of you after noticing your pushes and pouts, taking the hint. Eventually after a few moments of silence he spoke from his irritated lips, likely swollen and bruised from the abuse he put them through when trying to hold himself from releasing.
“This is getting kind of pathetic, you know.” He said to your back, whilst lying down, since you were facing away from him. The grin on his face evident just from the way he spoke. “You’re going to have to step up your game if you wanna-” you cut him off by placing your soft lips against his. Briefly caught off guard he halts before responding quickly, leaning up so that he was resting on his forearm while his other hand gripped the base of your neck. Your mouths moved together in sync, his wet tongue brushing up against yours once you parted your lips to let out low whine. Finally pulling back, partially out of breath, his lips surrounded your tongue and he sucked on it softly. He then released the warm muscle with a pop and began kissing and sucking down your neck to create more bruising.
Snapping out of the daze he had you in, you pushed his head back softly and began moving yourself down so that your face was in position with his erect dick. “Hey, this isn’t a fair way to win, now is it?” he complained, though not making any move to stop your advances, as you placed your hand at the base of his erection. Giving slow kitten licks to his blushing red tip, you looked up and stared into his deep brown eyes with new found confidence. He let a hiss slip through his lips as you wrapped your lips around him and started to suck softly. Your soft hands slowly starting to rub the already lubricated area while you continued peering up at him through wet lashes.
Before you could take him deeper into your warm mouth, he pushed you back by the base of your neck to pause your movements. “Let’s make this equal, hm?” He asks rhetorically sliding his hand up to your cheek and rubbing his thumb across it. Without waiting for an answer he flips you so your ass is facing him, and moves your legs so that they are straddling right above his mouth. “As you were, pretty” he spoke before diving into your cunt which was dripping with arousal. A loud moan left your mouth, as he attacked your pussy without warning. He flattened his tongue, lapping at your folds before moving to suck on your clit.
He tapped your thigh impatiently once he realized your moans weren’t being muffled by his dick. Forgetting all about the game your nails dug into his thighs, trying to ground yourself while your pussy was being attacked relentlessly. Finally pulling yourself together, your lips parted and found themselves surrounding the head of his leaking dick once more. Finding yourself being pleasured by his gratification, you start to suck persistently. Vibrations make their way up his spine as you hummed around him, the wetness from his tip mixing with that from your mouth as you twirled your tongue around his him.
Feeling his tip brush the back of your throat, moans of his own begin to travel out his mouth and through your core. Your hips began to grind against his face unintentionally as he continues giving you pleasure with his licks and moans.
Feeling himself drawing closer he begins licking and sucking more passionately, his head moving side to side as his nose brushed against your entrance repeatedly. Despite his persistence, you didn’t let up, deep-throating his girthy length while your hands moved to massage his heavy, filled, balls.
He felt his stomach tighten as you continued bobbing your head up and down on his shaft. Not being able to take the abuse any longer he groaned into your pussy and felt himself coat the walls of your throat with a sticky substance. He whined into you some more as you continued sucking him dry, his toes curling and his fingers gripping into your thighs that encased his head in a tight grip. Having enough, he pushed you off of him and panted heavily. His eyes half lidded as he gazed at you with dilated pupils.
Almost as if a switch had flipped he snapped out of it quickly, and his usual cheshire grin made its way back to his sweat glazed face. Standing up, he started to get dressed again, not bothering to fix his unusually messy locks that were glued to his handsome face.
After collecting himself he made his way to the door. Taking one final glance at your zoned out state as he made his escape, leaving his cash filled briefcase with you.
When you finally came back to reality, you took note of the bag that held all your earnings had been left on the armchair sitting awkwardly at the side of the room. Not being sure how to feel about the absence of the man who left your legs trembling; you slowly get up and start looking for your clothes that had been littered across the room throughout the night. After some time you get yourself together and grab your belongings and make your escape without looking back. But, not forgetting to pocket the brown colored card, consisting of three shapes, that the man had left for you on the dresser.
dededos
romaincrisis
kianamaiart
blakekathryn
stormborns
