Summary: The night was rough and didn’t seem like it would let up. Eventually stumbling upon a strange man. Both of you a bit on edge from the night.
Warnings: Dialogue Heavy, MLM, On The Table, Top Merchant, Merchant Is Flirty, Strangers To Lovers, Reader Referred As “Handsome/Prince”, Blowjob
Characters: Merchant
Category: One-shot
Series: Resident Evil 4 Remake
From constant running, shooting, fighting. You were exhausted. All you wanted was to slump over on some surface and sleep all your worries away. However, to your luck, you needed to fight a little longer.
Just a few minutes ago you had crowned mutant black wolves with a rain of bullets. Their massive teeth tore through their gums as they lay now dormant in the mud. You sighed heavily as you lifted to your feet. The corpses of the creatures littered around where you stood.
It was about to rain, you could smell it in the air and the dark clouds that loomed across the sky was a clear sign that it would storm. You need to find shelter… and soon.
Treading on further your feet led you to a staircase that dipped down within a cave. Wood surrounded the area with a skull of some creature above the double doors. This seemed promising.
Wood creaked beneath your weight as you tread down the stairs. Before your eyes was an open space with docks and wooden floors. A fishing outpost, you assumed. Vacant and empty with life… perfect place for a quick rest to wait out the storm.
You plopped down beside a wooden chest, fatigue ripped through your body the second you sat. Finally you could rest comfortably. And so you did.
…
Stirring awake it felt like an hour had passed. You lifted your head to look around, only something was different. A heavy blanket laid across your body, tucked around your frame.
You tugged it down to lay it in your lap. Confused as to who could’ve possibly put it there.
“Hello handsome…” a thick graveled voice caught your ear. Immediately you snapped your head in the direction of whoever owned such a voice.
“Whoa stranger… no need to get riled up. I ain’t no harm to you.” He let out a heavy chuckle.
“Who are you…? Were you the one who—“
“Tucked you in n’ kissed you goodnight? Suppose… but to answer who I am. I could be many things so to speak…”
“I… thanks? For uhm.” You began to stand to your feet, grabbing the blanket. “This…” you waltzed up to the table where he stood on the other side. Placing the blanket in front of him.
“What brings a sight like you in such a ruined place like this? Hmm…”
“Trying to get out of here with the skin on my back. I’m assuming you can relate?”
“You could say… although I quite like it here. Found home where home isn’t exactly four walls n’ a roof.”
“I can see that…” you let out a small laugh as you looked around the surrounding area.
“But tell me handsome… are you the type to take risks? I can tell by the way you look. Care to prove me roght?” He lent over the table with his thick voice repeating his words in your ear. Letting his bigger form rest into the wood. “Few lads n’ laddies came thru here, all of them not looking quite as dashing as you…”
“I’m surprised there’s a few others… I wasn’t expecting it. Besides you and me.” You gestured towards him and grinned. He smiled back with his eyes. “And uh… seems like you’re pretty set.” You aimed your finger towards the large array of weapons that were mounted for your view.
“You gunna ignore my compliments now?” He pushed himself off the table. Now letting his full height show.
“…sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. From ur looks it seems like a diamond such as urself ain’t used to bein’ shined.”
“No not really…” you gave him a light shrug. He gave a quick chuckle with his blueish grey gaze never leaving you.
“How ‘bout I show you exactly what you deserve. Free of charge.” He stepped back and began to make way through the small shop. Eventually slipping past a doorway and out into the open space you resided in.
“What does that intel exactly..?” You faced him. He stood a foot away from you in that cloak of his. Still masked but easily visible eyes that winked at yours.
“Such a thing like you should get the whole package deal. Besides… think you n’ I both need a bit of a “stress reliever” after this night. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Well we did just meet… plus I don’t exactly know you.”
“These are true. But by that glint in ur eyes and that look on ur face. Tells a story that I can quite easily see… think us bastards lookin’ for something or someone to ease our needs is just what we want.”
You hesitated for a mere moment. Biting your lip and debating on if you should be reasonable or throw morals out the window for this one.
“Christ… what could be the harm. What about this “package deal” you got?” You leaned back into the table. Still facing him.
The man clapped his hands together and gave a heavy chuckle. “Oh I got just what you need.” His gloved hands lifted to his mask, pulling it down to reveal his lopsided grin. It was actually pretty cute. “Shall we prince…?”
…
“God you’re so good at this—“ your head was rolled back with your hand tugging with a hiss every so often on the hood of this stranger.
With your legs resting in his grip he had your length down his throat. Small grunts and groans of pleasure rolled up causing a reverberating sensation making your legs shake just a bit every time.
A slick pop came from his mouth as he was grinning up at you. “How’s it feel handsome?”
“… feels like you’ve done this before-“ between pants and flushed cheeks you look down at him.
“Can’t lie to you and say I haven’t prince.” He chuckled, “Blonde agent that is runnin’ around here needed a little ‘pick me up’ so to speak.”
The large man rose from the floor. The planks creaking under his weight as he stood. His gaze was strong on you. Fixated.
“But you…? Ah, I’m givin’ you the deluxe.”
…
The whole table rocked with each thrust. Every time his length slammed into you hitting that sweet spot deep in your body was sending you over the edge. So much so you could barely talk without your words coming out in struggled moans or long breathy pants.
You swallows heavily, clinging onto him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. When reality he was sending you to the stars.
His mask was back on. Not that you asked for it to be. But somehow seeing less of his face was more appealing, like your mind had to guess what facial expression he was making. His eyes would either close shut as he sped up just for a few seconds. Then open and look straight into your soul as he slowed down. Even digging his hips in deep to simply bury himself in you. That’s when his eyes rolled back.
“Right there is that sweet spot ain’t it?” He groaned. Sliding his full cock out just enough where his head was still inside.
“You… you’re seriously too good at this… holy f-“
He began to fuck you again. One thrust that turned into three then five and then you lost count.
Your mouth hung open as the last word was fucked out of you. Ramming his hips as fast as he could into you. Whether it was to simply shut you up or what. You couldn’t speak again, your sounds of pleasure wouldn’t allow it.
Coming to an end he laid on top of you. His whole body caging you in as he rested himself onto the table you were laying on. He didn’t move, his hips not even an inch away from your skin.
With a few heavy pants and a small deep chuckle he raised himself just enough to look down at your teary face.
“Think you can handle another my prince…?”