Poker Face || K.Y
Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader
Genre: Smut, Angst
⚠ gambling, spanking, degrading ⚠
ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ x ʟᴀᴅʏ ɢᴀɢᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ || ᴘ2
ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴘᴏᴋᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴠ
Everything was a game to him.
Every hand of cards, every dollar, every touch, every kiss.
Everything meant the same.
You watched from the corner of the club as the round, green piece danced between Yeosang’s fingers.
His tie was undone, hair messy from the number of times he’d run his hand through it and he most probably smelled like smoke, from the way he was puffing out cigarette after cigarette.
All the men continuously bet chips. Poor men… They didn’t know what they were getting into…
Yeosang didn’t just play with anybody. When he was starting to struggle with money, he would scan the clubs and bars for a couple of days, taking mental notes of the most flawed players, so he could make sure that he would win. Yeosang was a smart man, he exploited these games (in which he was proficient) for his own gain.
You rolled your eyes as the slutty, barely-dressed waitress bat her eyelashes at him while asking if he wanted a refill. Too focused on his game, Yeosang just waved her off, making you grin.
Yeosang barely ever had a poker face, he always had a smug grin plastered on during the whole game, no matter what he was playing. Maybe that was his poker face…
Some of the older players around the table scoffed at the young man, thinking that he knew nothing about the game, that he was a poor player for pulling off that expression and not taking the endeavour seriously.
You started to get bored of looking at the walls, and you started wondering how much longer you’d have to be there for, but then he did it, he did the grin. A completely different grin, that always announced his victory.
The whole table watched as the final two players bet all in.
“Sorry kid,” the old male, with a long, grey bear said as he exposed his cards on the table “maybe you should play some more amateur games before playing the big games.”
The five cards rested on the green, carpeted table showing a Straight Flush.
Yeosang’s eyes were glued to his cards, while his tongue played with his top teeth. His head rested on his fist. He chuckled, earning a weird, confused look from his opponent.
He said nothing, he simply displayed his Royal Flush on the table and collected all of his chips.
Yeosang always walked out victorious, no matter what. If the opponents cheated, he cheated back. He yearned for cheating opponents ‘cause it was just so much more fun to cheat.
He was banned from some casinos, mainly for counting cards, but not only.
The man looked at you, signaling with his head that it was time to leave. You followed after him, but not before shooting the skimpy waitress a nasty look.
Yeosang was never an apologist of public displays of affection, so you were left to watch cuddly couples holding hands and walking close to each other while you and Yeosang maintained your distance. Sometimes you’d brush your hand past his, in an attempt of initiating some sort of contact, but he would always pull back or shove his hand in the pockets of his suit pants.
You lowered your head as you two walked in silence towards his apartment, however you didn’t miss the way he looked a girl from her head to her toes after she winked at him. Your face fell and you sighed… It wasn’t outside of his character to do this, he loved power. He loved to feel like he had control over everything.
He felt your mood shift the second you two stepped into the living room of his home.
Yeosang walked behind you, until his chest was pressed against your back. His large hands caressed your arms.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
His deep voice by your ear made you shiver slightly, and the small hairs on the back of your neck all stood.
You wriggled yourself away from his hold and turned around to face him.
“What am I to you?”
The question had come out more blunt and emotionless than you had intended. Yeosang furrowed his brows.
“Y/N, what do you mean?” He asked, stepping closer to you.
You didn’t move, but your eyes didn’t become less threatening either.
“Exactly what I said. Kang Yeosang, what is this!?” You questioned again, motioning between the two of you with your index finger.
Yeosang had insisted on not labeling whatever the two of you had, ‘for the sake of the relationship’, he claimed. In the first year it was fun, you didn’t mind. You had the company of the man you loved, he was MIA a lot of the time, and sometimes the collars of his shirts would have pink lipstick stains, but you overlooked that as he handed you all types of gifts and apologized for his distance.
However, the beauty of the relationship washed away not long after, when your friends started to have kids, when your friends started to get married, and yet Yeosanng wouldn’t even allow himself to be your plus one for the weddings, claiming that it would ‘subconsciously plant an unnecessary label that you two had already waived’.
“Y/N we have already discussed this we-”
“No, you discussed it. You had in mind your best interest when you told me what we were. We didn’t discuss shit.”
“So what? What has been wrong? Haven’t we been alright? Are you missing something!?”
You looked at him, incredulous at how he couldn’t see the issue.
“A boyfriend is what I’m missing. If I wanted a friend with benefits I would have told you so. But I made it clear from day one that I had feelings for you.”
“I still don’t understand the issue Y/N. I treat you to dinner, I buy you gifts, I fuck you. Isn’t that what couples do?”
The fact that a man this smart was somehow missing the whole point you were trying to make was driving you mad. You gripped him by his collar and pushed him against the wall violently. His back collided against the concrete, making a loud ‘thud’ noise.
“Couples don’t fucking flirt with other people, couples don’t cheat, couples don’t make their significant other stand away from them on the street, couples make each other feel loved you huge sack of shit!”
It pissed you off. The way you were breaking down in distress in front of him yet the calmness never left his face pissed you off.
He sighed, slowly removed your hands from his collar, and pet your head. He kissed away the salty tears flowing down your cheeks.
“Y/N, you know I’m yours, you know what I feel for you…”
His voice was soft and mellow as he spoke to you.
“Do I?”
He hummed positively as he started kissing down your neck. Suddenly you became very aware of the situation. You pushed him away once more.
“You manipulative cunt. You’re trying to put out the fire by fucking me! I can’t believe you! What am I!? A fucking pawn in your game? Is this what it is!? Another game for you!?” You yelled so loudly that you were sure the neighbours could hear every single word perfectly.
“I don’t love you! I want to fuck you! I don’t want a fucking girlfriend, I want to fuck and gamble and I don’t have time to take anyone else’s interest in mind! Is that what you fucking wanted to hear!?”
The room was dead silent for the first time tonight. An uncomfortable silence that neither of you knew how to break. You were a little scared, more than disappointed. Yeosang had never lost his cool like that…
A couple of seconds after, heavying in both of you as if they were hours, you picked up your bag from the couch and made your way towards the door, without saying another word.
Yeosang gripped your wrist before you could reach the door handle.
“Fucking let go or I swear to God…”
The male didn’t move, neither did his grip falter.
“You already know what I feel, I’ve been honest. You have one of two options: you accept it or you leave for good.”
You stupidly gave it a second thought.
“Fuck it.”
It was the last thing you said before you dropped everything in your hands and pushed your lips against his.
There was no trace of love, romance or softness anymore. It was pure lust that controlled both of your bodies.
Hands rummaging each other’s bodies, teeth clashing, and heavy breathing echoing between the four walls.
You hurriedly stripped him from his dress shirt and threw it on the ground, as he pulled your sweater over your head, leaving you bare-chested.
Yeosang gripped your waist and pushed you against the counter of the island in the middle of his kitchen. His teeth mercilessly bit down on the soft skin of your neck as his fingers played with your nipples. A whimper escaped past your lips and you threw your head back, giving him all the access he wanted.
You rolled your hips consistently against his growing hard-on, causing him to groan against your neck.
Finally, he lost his patience and turned you around. Yeosang placed one of his hands on your back to press your body against the cold marble, as the other one worked on getting his pants undone.
“So fucking needy baby, you can’t wait to have my cock, can you?”
He roughly pulled down your jeans and your panties, slapping your ass as soon as it became exposed.
“Answer me.”
“I can’t Yeosang, please fuck me…”
“Such a desperate slut.” He said through gritted teeth, as he grabbed a handful of your ass.
Yeosang decided you needed no preparation, and immediately bottomed inside of you, giving you only a couple of seconds to adjust to the feeling.
He gripped your sides harshly as he thrust into you, the lewd sounds of skin slapping echoing in his apartment.
Your nails scratched at the polished marble counter, desperately trying to grasp onto something.
Yeosang hated your silence, so he’d spank your ass occasionally to hear your pretty voice whimper and beg.
“How the fuck are you so tight, my G-God.”
His hips jerked deeper and harsher into you as he followed after his release. You moaned and you felt your knees get weaker by the second as you felt the familiar ‘good feeling’ bottling up inside you.
Yeosang noticed the way you almost faltered and gripped your hips tighter, to support you.
“Yeosang harder p-please, I’m almost…”
He clenched his jaw and thrust faster into you, causing your hip bones to clash against the counter, but you didn’t care, you were too focused in the amazing way he was making you feel.
“Come on Y/N, be a good girl and cum on my cock for me.”
The way he gripped your ass after demanding you do cum had your legs shaking as you climaxed. Your eyes shut tightly and you moaned his name repeatedly as your walls tightened around his cock.
Yeosang couldn’t handle the feeling of how tight you were and so he came inside you unexpectedly, with a deep groan.
He caressed your ass as you tried to regain your breaths.
You stood back up and got dressed quickly. You grabbed all of your items and headed towards the door and you chimed a small ‘bye’.
Yeosang was visibly confused.
“What do you mean bye? You’re not staying?”
You grabbed the doorknob and looked over your shoulder, with a smug expression.
“We play the game my way now.”
