Salesman x fem reader SMUT!!
The trains whipped past you as you wait patiently at the station, holding your bag and your small wallet. You sigh and sit down, watching the signs change and the people pass by. An hour of waiting, an hour of watching the world pass by… until…
“Hello there ma’am, would you be interested in playing a game with me?” … what the fuck…? A man, standing in front of you. With a suit on, holding a large briefcase. “The fuck??? No I don’t wanna play a ga-“ but he interrupts you, “prize is $100,000. To dig into that uh… debt you’re in.” You flash him a small fake grin and make a move to go. “Sorry sir, my trains here” He chuckles and looks down at you, a never shifting grin on his face. “That’s not your train.” Fuck. He’s right, how the hell did he- “so… a game? I promise it’ll help your debt…”
“Well- I- how do you know about that??” You say, getting defensive now. “I know you, you just don’t know me, now. Let’s begin” his smile stays glued on his face as he opens the briefcase. Your eyes widen and confusion flashes across your face. “The hell? Ddakji? That’s a kids game…” you mutter to yourself mostly, “I’m not playing a damn kids game” you whisper, “I have to go sir-“ but he stops you, his shoe on your foot. “Hey!! Get off!!” You mutter, “no. Play my game” he commands. You stare at him and nod finally, “fine… I’ll play the damn game.” He sets it up and hands you the square. You get his flipped over almost immediately, it doesn’t even take you a minute.
“Wow. Good job” he says, a new look on his face. It’s no longer a casual look of ‘play my game’ it’s a look of interest, he’s examining you. “Let’s say this, every time you win I give you 100,000 more. To slowly chip away at your externer debt.” You grumble and nod, “fine. But only because I know how to play.” You win the next four rounds of ddakji until he stops you. “Enough. It’s my turn” he smiles at you. He tries and wins. Six times. “I win” he looks at you. “You lost.” You stare, “that’s not fucking fair!? Come on, let me play again!!” He laughs a bit and looks directly into your eyes. “It’s okay, you can always pay with your body.” You freeze. Eyes turning into daggers.
A slap echoes around the empty station and his eyes widen. “Well then” he says as you seethe at him. “Don’t even fucking try to-“ but he interrupts you, again. “You thought I meant sex? No no no!! I simply meant more money. It’ll be okay, I won’t hurt you like that.” You move away, shaking your hand a bit as you nod. “Sorry, I misunderstood. But- why would you…?” But he only laughs before answering. “I want to examine you, how you play. Why are you so talented? What led to this talent young lady?” You growl, “I had a lot of time when I was a kid. I didn’t have many friends okay? Give me a break…” you mumble, “I see” he said, almost carelessly. “So… would you like to play again?” You roll your eyes. “No. I’m done man, ten games was enough.” You snap.
“Come on, please?” He smiles at you. An almost sweet smile, but you can tell he’s hiding something. “What the fuck are you hiding.” His smile only widens, “come with me please miss.” He says, tucking the card he was going to give you into his pocket. As you leave you hear someone else enter. Some man was screaming “DONT GO DONT GO WITH HIM IT’S NOT SAFE STOP!!” You roll your eyes, “what a nut job” you grin at the man in a suit, he simply nods, “I agree”
You reach a car, a limousine to be exact. You stare in shock, “you expect me to get in a random ass car just because some guy in a suit told me too?” He shrugs, “it seemed right.” His grin never leaves. “You never told me your name” you say quietly, “I don’t have one” he replies, opening the limo door and letting you in.
The limo is actually really comfortable, but you’re strangely close to the mystery man. And when he puts his hand on your thigh that’s the last straw. You pull away “consent is hot yknow, that is not” his eyes widen, “sorry ma’am” he mumbles, looking away. That was weird. Very very weird from how he’s acted before. “What the fuck?? Don’t tell me you actually feel bad. And my names y/n.” You roll your eyes. He looks at you and smiles, “pleasure to professionally know you miss y/n”
You arrive at a hotel, it’s so pretty and fancy. Ten times better than your small house, you gaze in awe as he opens the door to let you out, “malady” he laughs to himself. You shrug as you step out. “Whatever, just no funny business mr rich man. Give me my money and let me leave” he nods, a knowing smirk on his face, “of course.” You follow him into the large hotel and up to a room. On the way up a man looks at the two of you and whistles, most likely directed at you. The man in the suit pulls out a gun and points it at him. “Don’t.” He says sharply, the other man flinches away and mutters “sorry man. Didn’t know she was your girl.” He slips back into his room and you follow the suited man up to the room. “Here we are.” He announces, the grand suite… you stare in awe but he snaps you out of it by saying a name, “gong yoo” you pause, “huh?”
He shows you into the room. Smiling at you, now that you know his name you feel closer. Better, your eyes are softer and kinder. “So, Gong yoo- or- gong? What should I call you??” He chuckles, “either or. It’s alright” he says to you. You slowly begin to feel like you wouldn’t just want to stay for the money… “so, uh…” but his hand is on your waist. Is this moving too fast? This is too fast. It’s not- “shhh, calm down” he smiles down at you. “I will not do anything without permission or consent. I respect your boundaries” oh, he’s such a gentleman! How… unexpected, you look up at him. “I dunno I was… mad at you before I shouldnt change so fast it’s-“ but he cuts you off with a shush. “Don’t worry baby, it’s alright, you shouldn’t feel bad”
His hand on your hip stays as he leads you to the bed in the hotel room. It’s not yet clear what his exact intentions are. “So… what do you want from me?” You look up at him, worry in your eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you, I won’t don’t worry. It’ll all be okay I won’t harm you” he smiles, eyes strangely soft. “Do you want this?” He smiles. “I will always wait for your consent and permission. I’m here for you” you pause, “you don’t even know me.” He frowns, “what if I want too?” You look away, “then maybe I’d let you…” he smiles down at you. “Good, now. Please, let me” his hands are taking off his suit jacket before you can even process it. And his shirt is coming off as well. You stare at him, even if it’s not technically polite.
His eyes sparkle with something, maybe desire, maybe lust. Or maybe something softer. You can’t tell, but when he reaches out and grabs your hand, dragging it to his chest “here baby, feel it. Touch me, I won’t stop you. Don’t be afraid.” His eyes crinkled a bit as he smiled down at you. Your hands slowly begin to explore his chest, feeling the careful ridges and his abs. You smile and carefully begin to trail your hands farther down his chest. This was… not new but… new?? You didn’t quite know how to say it. But you like it, he leans down and pulls you closer to him, voice soft and careful. “Can I kiss you?” He murmurs. ‘Consent is hot’ you think to yourself, before nodding up at him. The kiss is sweet, he leans over you and captures your lips. It’s not gentle, ir loving or careful, but it’s not demanding or harsh either. It’s a perfect mix.
When the kiss breaks he smiles down at you, holding your chin gently. He kisses you so carefully but with such a passion it makes your head spin. You feel him pull off your shirt but it’s hard to pay attention when his lips are suddenly on your neck, marks and hickies undoubtedly being left there. You can’t help but let out little gasps and whimpers as his hands grip your hips forcefully. “Baby calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you…” he whispered into your ear before nipping at it. “Mkay” you quickly reply, feeling his hands unclasping your bra. It falls to the floor and his gaze rakes over your body, taking in the sight before him. “Beautiful” he whispers, leaning down, his bare skin against your own as he holds you down, carefully “just beautiful”
Fuck his hands are on your pants- you look down at them and then up at him. He has a question in his eyes. “May I?” He asks carefully. Your gentle nod was all he needs as he pulls off your pants. He gazes at you, now bare in nothing but your underwear, you look up at him with wide eyes, practically begging for him to remove them, he senses your neediness and grins. “You’re so needy aren’t you… so desperate for my fingers, my cock. You want it so bad don’t you baby.” You nod bashfully and he laughs, “don’t be shy sweetheart I don’t bite” he pauses, “unless you want me too…”
He pulls off your underwear and gazes down at your now bare and exposed area. His fingers delve into your folds and he groans at the feeling of your slick coating his fingers. “Oh god… you’re practically dripping for me aren’t you… that’s so hot fuck-“ he mutters the last part to himself, getting down on his knees before you. You look down at him in shock. “Y-you’re gonna-“ you gasp as his fingers brush your clit. “Yeah baby I’m gonna” he chuckles, “gonna eat this gorgeous pussy until you’re screaming my name… don’t expect me to go easy anymore.” He leans forward and licks a stripe through your folds. You let out a moan and he holds down your hips so you wouldn’t buck into his face.
His face is practically buried between your legs as you gasp and moan, he suckles on your clit as you whimper, his fingers plunging in and out of your tight channel. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as his tongue and fingers work skillfully on you. You clench around his fingers as your orgasm quickly approaches. “Fuck please fuck- I can’t-“ you let out a strangled groan and he understands entirely, letting his fingers fuck you and his mouth seal around your sensitive nub. You whimper as he suckles on your clit. He feels your walls flutter around his fingers, signaling that you’re close to finishing. You let out a broken moan as you orgasm, slick gushing around his fingers and into his awaiting tongue. “Oh my…” he groans into your pussy.
He pulls away and you gasp at the sight of him, his chin and lips covered in slick as he smiles up at you, wiping it off on his arm. And then sleeve later. He grins, “baby… you did so good” he stands and pulls you close, pulling your underwear back up and kissing your forehead, “that was really cute…” he nuzzles into you, and you decide that maybe, just maybe. This guy might just be good.