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squidgamesmut · 2 years

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The Salesman | A game of cat and mouse 🌶️

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The Salesman Masterlist

MINORS DNI

It is your duty to track down the Salesman and take down the bane of your existence - the very Squid Game you won last year. Well, perhaps that you haven’t entirely been thinking straight, or have been completely fair to yourself.

Tags: NSFW, hate sex, dom/sub themes, public sex, degradation

Word count: 3K

“I will come and find you,” you had said through gritted teeth, “And when I do, I will flay your skin off your bones if you don’t tell me who you work for.”

You had meant it, too. However, the smug smirk of the Salesman had told you enough, that he had not at all been fazed by your threat. Perhaps that he knew that you would not find him, or perhaps just because he was not afraid of you.

Whatever it was, you knew that you hated him, and that stupid grin of his. No matter how attractive the well-dressed man was, you loathed him and the organisation.

After winning the Squid Game, you had made it your personal goal to burn it to the ground, deeply enraged by what they had done to you. At first, you hadn’t even considered getting in through the Salesman at first, for you had only seen him for a few insignificant minutes preluding your experiences at the Squid Game. However, you eventually realised that he was the very gateway to that place, so if there was anyone who would know where to enter, it had to be him.

It prompted a series of afternoons where you’d hang around the underground during rush hour to keep an eye out for the man you knew to be recruiting new players. It caused you to feel on edge whenever a man clad in a suit would exit or enter the tube, and after a few months of doing this - for you didn’t have to work anymore, anyways - you were close to giving up.

Until a moment that you saw him - no doubt, with his distinctive demeanour and handsome features - approach an old man who was asleep on a bench. Roused him. Invited him to play some games. Those red and blue Ddjaki tiles triggered something dark and painful within you.

“You!” you strode towards him, “You are one of the most vile men I’ve ever met! Give me your business card so I can call your boss. I am going to take you down!”

He ignored you, clearing his throat, “...Don’t mind this crazy woman. Every time you win, you get a hundred-thousand won–”

“Do not play it, sir,” you warned the old man, who seemed way too interested in the game, “He will reel you in with the promise of easy money and it will lead you to a death game!”

“A death game?”

The Salesman held up his hand. “This woman is clearly delusional. Do I seem like the type to fool you, sir? Everything I do is legal and fair. I want to give this money out to people who are in need.”

“My, I can barely believe my ears!” exclaimed the old man, delighted, “It just so happens to be that I need to pay big money to get my son back!”

The Salesman feigned a smile. “So, the rules are simple, you–”

You grabbed the Salesman at the tie, yanking him in such a way that he had no choice but to look at you lest he be choked out and watched you with bewildered eyes. You were seething. “Look into my eyes and tell me who you work for!”

The recruiter held up his hands defensively. “Miss, I don’t know who you are, really! You must be looking for someone else! I suggest that you put me down before I call the authorities.”

You roughly released him, holding up your palm. “Give me your business card.”

“Business card? What are you talking ab–”

Your fingers went to his suit jacket to take it out yourself, but he promptly grabbed your wrist.

“The nerve! This is assault! I won’t take this any longer.” He began putting the Ddjaki tiles back into his briefcase, giving the old man an apologetic smile. “Excuse me, sir. Perhaps that our paths will cross again one day.”

You were seething. “Don’t ignore my question! Who do you work for? Or do you need me to pull out your finger nails one by one for you to speak up?”

Whatever you said, the Salesman seemed to be unaffected, apologising once again to the man he had wanted to recruit. A tube halted at the platform, its doors opening, a horde of people rushing out.

The Salesman stood up and brushed past you as if you were nothing but air, and stepped inside the train. Just as you rushed after him, the doors slid shut in your face, much to your dismay. You slammed a fist onto them, letting out a cry of agony and rage, but were soon forced back, the Salesman looking at you with that smug smile on his face. “I will find you!” you raged, pointing at him accusingly. “You are going to answer for what you’ve done.”

Slightly out of breath, you looked after the leaving train, gathering yourself for a moment before turning back to the old man, who was staring at you as if you were crazy.

“What?!” you snapped, “I just saved your fucking life! You should be thankful!”

Angrily, you legged towards the schedule to see when the next tube would be leaving.

~*~*~

Seeing him again had rekindled your insatiable hunger for taking the entire shitshow down, and you increased the intensity of your hunt for him to also take place during mornings and evenings now. Day after day, you scouted the stations, in search of the very man who started it all.

No matter how hard you tried, he seemed to always be a step ahead. He’d step into the very tube you were waiting outside of, or if your gazes crossed, he packed up at once.

He knew you - of course he remembered you, for how could he not?

Every time your eyes met his, and whenever he showed that grin, something else ignited within you. Something dangerous, something balancing the very line between rage and lust. It was like a roaring, all-consuming fire.

Perhaps that it was a game.

You’d come for him, which gave his work an extra edge, and he was so close yet so far away. You could watch him, smell his cologne, feel his air as he brushed past you, but he was always just out of reach.

It was maddening, it was frustrating, and it caused tension.

You had started to enjoy his features more than you should, and began to feel a deep, searing lust whenever the idea of him crossed your mind. It was almost an obsession, this elusive recruiter. He was the very key you needed to take down that cursed organisation along with all its people.

You were almost at peace with the fact that you would never catch the Salesman. Since there was nothing left to do in your life otherwise, you kept trailing after him, staying on his track, hot on his heels yet always, always one step behind.

Until now.

You had entered the tube one station earlier so that you’d arrive in one of the trains the very moment he was playing Ddjaki at one of the platforms. Since you were the person exiting the train as soon as it arrived, and since it would leave again as you approached him, there would be nowhere for him to go. You’d trap him like a rat and demand answers once and for all.

You made sure to keep out of sight whilst in the train, making sure to sit close to a door. Crossing one leg over the other, you kept your eyes turned downwards, every so often letting your gaze flit up to the display to see how far away your final destination was.

Mere minutes before the platform you had calculated to be his current playing spot, you stood to stand in front of the doors. However, you froze in your place at once.

You looked out over the long train, all people looking away but one.

That same stupid smirk. A raise of his eyebrow. You began to walk towards him at once.

He turned away, ignoring your call. “Hey!” you spat, “You there! Stop that man!”

A few annoyed glares were sent your way as you made your way through the crowded cabin, the Salesman moving faster, apologising to other travellers as he manoeuvred himself quickly.

You kept your gaze fixated upon the back of his head - no hair was out of place, and he cast a glance backwards every so often to see if you were still following.

“Hey, watch it!” You almost tripped over someone’s bag, stumbling forward rather ungracefully, and mumbled an apology. Turning back to your mission, however, you saw that there was no sign of the Salesman, alarming you at once.

You hadn’t stopped at any station, so he had to be on the train still. You breathed a string of curses and continued legging through the tube, hoping to find him hiding somewhere within the crowd.

The front of the train was starting to appear in your field of view, but there was no sign of the man in question. A bit lost, you halted, letting your eyes inspect the masses of people around you.

The train jerked to a standstill, and a lot of people rose to exit. None of them noticed the door of the toilet opening, nor did you. An arm around your waist dragged you inside, causing you to yelp, but nobody was paying attention.

“Hey!” you shouted as the door slammed shut, and as you turned to the person who had yanked you inside, you felt your anger boil inside of you. The Salesman gave you a small smirk, though standing awfully close in the crowded space.

“Hello,” he breathed, smiling. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Let me out,” you said, face flushing at his proximity. “This is assault.”

“Well, you weren’t exactly kind to me either. What do you want from me? Why do you keep pursuing me?”

You scoffed. “Haven’t you heard anything I said last time we spoke? I am going to take you all down, you and your organisation.”

He laughed lightly. “Do you really think that it would be that easy, hm?” he quizzed. “We’re larger than you can even comprehend. Just getting me in trouble will lead to nothing. Calling the organisation by using my business card or reporting them to the authorities will lead to nothing. Perhaps that they’d lock you up for displaying foolish behaviour, let you cool down for a while.”

You narrowed your eyes firmly, brow furrowing. “Fuck you,” you seethed, “Stop smiling.”

“What, is my charm too attractive? Is that why you’re following me, hm?”

He tucked some hair behind your ear and you blushed furiously, slapping it away. “Don’t touch me, you creep! Do you really think that trying to flirt with me will make me forget about who you are?”

“Do you really know who I am, then?” he asked, your heartbeat quickening. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “You don’t even know my name. You won’t be able to trace anything back to me. Why do you keep coming back? Not that I mind seeing your pretty face every day, but you know that you are lying to yourself, right?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked at him with softening eyes, drinking in his sheer charisma. Suddenly, you imagined kissing him, a deep snog filled with hatred, confusion and burning desire.

The Salesman seemed to be thinking the same thing. “(Y/n),” he mused, taking your chin between his fingers, “Are you just running after me in the hopes of getting my attention?”

“N-No.” you stuttered, closing your eyes at the sound of your own voice. The recruiter laughed a bit, shaking his head.

“Your body tells me otherwise.” He laid one hand on your neck, checking your pulse. You swallowed thickly, trying to take control over your breathing. “Be frank with me,” he whispered, leaning closer.

His breath tickled the shell of your ear. “If you want me to stop, or if what I am saying is untrue, just say so right now and I will let you go. Then, don’t ever come and find me again, for you will know that with me you will get no step further towards taking down the organisation. If what I am saying is true, however…”

The Salesman pulled back from your neck and eyed you with dark eyes, gaze falling towards your lips, “If you desire me, just say so, so that I can take you.”

Your lips moved soundlessly in puzzlement and excitement, your mind running rampant with thoughts of him. He watched you expectantly, awaiting your answer.

“Fucking ruin me,” you breathed at once, overcome by your arousal for him. He groaned, kissing you roughly, tongue hungrily delving into your mouth.

He tasted exactly like you had imagined he would taste, and you shivered with need, pushing your legs together to relieve some of the tension. He nipped at your bottom lip, smirking. “I will not instruct you on your knees in a public restroom,” he promised, causing your gut to spin, “But you have cost me so much money and potential players, you know… I should punish you for that in one way or the other. But not here - even I have standards.”

You slipped your fingers over his tie, tugging him down for another searing kiss. He took easy dominance, but not that you minded. Adrenaline pulsed through you, and you desperately moaned when his mouth travelled towards your neck, sucking the skin against it. You braced yourself on the wall, hoping that it would be strong enough to hold up your heavily leaning body, and gasped at a nibble of your earlobe.

“So,” he purred, “Who would’ve thought? I figured you hated me, yet you let me ravage you like you’re nothing but prey. Who’s the cat, and who is the mouse?”

He slipped one hand over the column of your throat, watching you with lust-blown pupils. There was an air about him that made your knees weak with want, and you watched him with pleading eyes.

“Little mouse,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you deeply again. His hand snaked under your shirt, surprisingly warm against your bare skin, and you jerked slightly in surprise. He let out an amused huff and turned you in his arms, pushing you flush against the door of the stall.

“I would spank you if I could,” he muttered, “One slap for every hundred-thousand won your little shenanigans have cost me. But this is not the place. No, I am just going to ruin you, just as you told me to do.” He pushed his face into your neck and inhaled deeply.

A sharp gasp escaped you when you felt his hand push up your skirt and pry aside your knickers. “Little soaked mouse,” he groaned in your hair, “So fucking tight. All for me to be devoured.”

You heard the sound of a buckle opening and you bit your lip in anticipation, trying to look over your shoulder to see how sizable he was. The Salesman pushed back your head, “Face on the door,” he ordered, and you felt his tip press against your dripping entrance.

Your slick made for easy access, but his size split you in half nevertheless. You moaned, hoping that the movements of the train would mask it, even though the walls were thin. The recruiter laced the fingers of one hand into your hair and bottomed out in one swift movement, causing you to bite down on your own hand, lest the people on the other side hear it.

“You can’t even start to understand,” groaned the Salesman, “How often I have imagined fucking that tight pussy of yours. To have you begging for my seed like the little mouse you are. So desperate and needy, eager to swallow it all. Don’t tell me you haven’t imagined the same, little mouse.”

You whimpered at his size and the stretch, but your walls were clamping around him, your ass moving against him with movements mimicking his own to intensify the pleasure. You were vaguely aware that you were getting railed in one of the filthiest places of Seoul, but then, you figured you couldn’t have expected better.

“You’re enjoying this so much, aren’t you?” the Salesman praised, “I can feel it deep inside of you. You’re so wet, if I had known this I would have fucked you much earlier.”

Bracing yourself against the wall, you wanted to breathe his name, realising that you didn’t know it. Instead, you called him the first thing that sprung to mind.

“Please, sir.”

His cock twitched inside of you as he pulled you against his pelvis once again, momentarily stilling. “What did you just call me?”

“S-Sir…”

He angled your head to the side with an able hand to push his tongue into your mouth. “That’s right,” he whispered after a few seconds of passionate liplock, “That’s right. Beg for me.”

“Oh, give me your seed, sir!” you whimpered, sweat leaking down your brow, “I need it, sir!”

With a few firm thrusts and a few twitches of his cock, he spilled himself deep inside of you, fleeting fingers on your clit pushing you over your climax. You had to physically keep yourself from falling onto the filthy floor, knees almost too weak to stand as pleasure overtook you in a shattering orgasm.

The Salesman pulled out, cum oozing from your hole as he quickly put your knickers back over it, which had been pushed to the side. It gathered on the inside and made you feel sticky, but you did not mind it.

“Good girl,” said the Salesman, tucking himself back into his slacks before reaching over to the tap to wash his hands. “Good little mouse. Now, it’s time for you to go out, for you’ve reached your destination.”

Just now you noticed that the train had come to a standstill. “But… But…” Stumbling over your words, you anxiously unlocked the door, hoping that no one would walk in. The Salesman smiled his signature smirk and reached out, waiting for you to take something from him.

It was a rectangular card with a number on the back.

“A business card,” he clarified, “Though not the one you originally wanted.”

He opened the door for you, pushing you outside the cubicle. You looked at him with slight indignance, still taken aback and dishevelled for the way he had just fucked you raw and now waved you off like you were nothing but a customer. He closed the door in your face, leaving you feeling puzzled as slick ran down your thigh.

Quickly exiting the tube, you went to look at the card.

Call me. It read, alongside his name.

Immediately, you reached for your phone.

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whorror-barbie · 2 years

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A good lesson in fucking (au! Virgin! Ceo! The Salesman x Bimbo! sugar baby! Fem! Reader) (part 1)

general series summary: you find out your sugar daddy is a virgin and you would love to help him explore his sexual desires

Warnings: nothing explicit at this time, maybe some suggestive language and sexual themes. this fic is 18+, so you've been warned.

A/n: I just wanted to write about an older handsome man whose a virgin( so literally a 40 year-old virgin lol) and btw I'm giving him the name Seok-woo again, so I'm not always calling him the salesman, so I hope that's fine with y'all. Enjoy :)

P.s: I have an AO3 account under the name whorrorwritings, part 2 will be up on there by the time I post this part on here, if you can't wait head over there and read it if you want to!

"Wait, you're going over to his house?! You don't even know him" that is the sound of your distressed friend on the other side of the phone.

" Oh, will you stop worrying. He seems like such a nice guy " you open up a pretty pink box to see a really cute yet sophisticated dress. "Honey, just because he buys you stuff, doesn't mean he's a nice guy." She tries to reason with you as you're trying on the dress he wanted you to wear for the meetup, It hugs your curves beautifully as you look at yourself in the mirror. " I mean, you told me you don't even know his name or what he looks like, what if he's a serial killer..you never know" she continues and let out a sigh as you're still smiling.

"Look, I get your concerns, but I'll be fine, and besides it doesn't hurt to meet the guy who financially supported me for 6 months when I was settling here" you do not really understand why she's so worried. sure she has a point, he's seen only ever seen you and your body online multiple times, but don't know a thing about him. Finally, you hear her sigh coming from the other side of the line. "I know you're not going to listen, but please be safe and text me if you need anything, I'll be there so fast I swear" you giggle at your worried friend. " I'll keep you posted, I'll talk to you later, bye, " you say cheerfully and you both hang up. You are fully ready, now it's time to leave for your date.

30 minutes later, you arrive at his beautiful home by a car he sent out for you. Looking around and starting to approach the home, you're regretting this with every heartbeat as you walk closer. what if your friend is right? What if he does murder you? There is no turning back now. you ring the doorbell anyways, waiting until you are greeted by a tall, handsome man at the door.

"hey, miss it's finally nice to meet you," he says so kindly, you look into his eyes and it was love at first. You were not expecting this gorgeous man to be your sugar daddy, but you definitely were not complaining at all. In a matter of seconds, you were already planning a wedding, and having a family with this man "are you ok?" You look up at him "oh sorry" as you enter his home.

Inside his home is beautifully furnished and spacious, but that is to be excepted from a rich CEO. "I must say you're as gorgeous in person." he says with a bit of nervousness in his voice as he's scratching the back of his head "oh, why thank and you're quite a handsome gentleman." You giggle slightly which makes him arrange his tie at your response, he seems to be feeling hot?

" by the way... my name is Seok-Woo... I don't think I ever told you my name before..umm ever" he laughs nervously. "Oh, Seok-Woo? what a nice name." You smile brightly. The two of you are just standing there in awkward silence for a minute as you look up at him with your pretty eyes, and he starts to look around out of nervousness.

"so..um did you eat anything yet? I can umm. set something up" he asked you politely. " Oh, sure I can go for a snack" nodding at him. "Ok, I'll be right back then" he bows slightly then heads into his kitchen.

While he's doing that, you start to wander around his house looking at the beautiful paintings that hang on the walls, taking in his decor. making your own journey around his house until you see a door slightly open to a room, begging for someone to enter it. The curiosity is killing you, so you go inside to check it out.

upon entering, you see nothing but a bunch of half-naked anime figurines on his shelf against each corner of his walls, and you look in awe "wow, what a cute doll" you let out a ditzy laugh, holding one of the figurines in your hand as you inspect it ''wow, she's very curvy" tilting your head then look at your own body." what else does he have in here?'' you proceeds to look around when you spot a stack of hentai mangas and so you pick it up to read the title.

"Super big titty sluts xxx" you say out loud to yourself then open up the book to flip the pages, and you see some very lewd images which makes your face feel like it's on fire, it was nothing but big titties everywhere, and dicks going in every hole. "The pages are stuck together? I wonder why?" As you try to continue to read the manga, figuring out the storyline.

"Hey! Why are you in here?" You jump so hard, dropping his manga and figurine in the process " Oh my god, I'm sorry! I was just waiting..and and I.." your face still feels so hot at what you saw. Wow, he's into some freaky stuff you thought. when he sees you drop his figurine, he wanted to lose it on you, but he remains calm. those figurines are his prize possessions, he's paid a pretty penny for all of them.

"Oh, well... please don't do this again." He says softly as he goes over to pick up his figurine and carefully places it back on the shelf, he looks over her to make sure you didn't mark her up " Umm.. so you want to watch a movie together?" his attention on you now, nodding your head yes as you leave out of his very interesting room.

😳

10 minutes into this suspense drama, it's pretty good so far. You start moving your body closer to his to rest your head on his shoulder. You can feel him put his arm around your arm awkwardly in response. You sigh of relief, looking up at him into his eyes, but he looks away fast.

"Are you enjoying this movie, babes?" You giggle as you feel him trying not to look down at your cleavage . " Umm...yeah..it's good.. how about you? do you like the film?'' He asks, trying to focus his attention on the movie. " I mean it's definitely interesting, but I'm more interested in you, Seok-Woo" he can feel himself getting hard at your voice alone, you're as sexy as the women he sees in the hentai on his computer screen every night.

"how about this?" You straddle his lap, facing him. you're feeling his boner twitching in his dress pants" oh wow, I can feel how big you are, impressive." you giggle with the motion of your boobs jiggling and he looks nervous, though he is enjoying the view. "How about we have some fun? I at least owe you for taking care of me" You wink at him then proceed to kiss on the crook of his neck as you grab his hands so he feels up your ass, but he doesn't squeeze it. you're grinding on him and moaning like a needy whore into his neck. Seok-Woo's eyes are closed while grunting under his breath, focusing on feeling your pussy lips with his tip. this is the perfect scenario that he's been dreaming about, he might cum from this alone.

You reach for his belt to remove it, but his hand stops you in mid-motion. Surprised, you look up at him and his facial expression is reading regret it seems "Stop, Hun" he says out of breath. " Not now" he looks down. Feeling confused, but You get off of him, and sit back down on the couch, this is very awkward now. "I'm really sorry, Seok-Woo...I hope I didn't offend you" did you read the room wrong? Is he not into you like you thought he was.

"you should leave" he simply says which was another dagger to your heart. grabbing your purse as you get up to leave and he follows you to the door. "Text me to let me know that you got home safely... and oh I'll be wiring your weekly allowance to your account tomorrow, have a good night," he says then shuts the door in your face, not giving you a second to respond.

Tears start to stream down your face. You're feeling horrible and embarrassed. that's when your Phone is ringing off in your purse so you check to see that it's your friend, Hong-Ga young again, so you pick it up.

"Oh thank God, he didn't murder you," she says but then she hears you sniffling. "Oh..what's the matter? Are you alright?" Her voice sounds very worried, and you try to keep your composure. " Yeah, I'm ok, Ummm can you pick me up?" You wipe away the tears with your sleeve. " Of course! I'll be there in a second" she says hastily. Both of you say your byes then hang up the phone.

While you are chilling on his steps with your morbid thoughts clouding your mind. a big raindrop falls on your knee, and out of nowhere rain starts to violently poor down. With no umbrella in sight, you're all drenched now, can this night get any worse? You just need to bundle up in a blanket and forget about this night that ever happened, hoping everything will be better tomorrow.

#gong yoo #salesman imagine #salesman x y/n #salesman x reader #squid game fanfic #squid games smut

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writeformesinpie · 2 years

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Fic Author Self Rec! When you get this reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, or some snippets from upcoming WIPS. Let’s spread the self-love! Love ya and thank you for all you do!! 💖

5 Favourite Fics? Ahhh.. only five? lol

Crack Fic - Zombies And Ice Cream - Tao from Exo and Reader verses a zombie apocalypse.

Smut Fic - Pink Swirls - Hyunjin from Stray Kids is a painter and Reader is his muse.

Fluff Fic - A Charming Nuisance - Jun from Seventeen and Reader find themselves alone on Singles Day and shenanigans ensue.

Yandere Fic - The Lift - Seo Moon Jo from Strangers From Hell (Mr. Lee Dong Wook himself). In a lift. With no escape. It's hot lol. It's either this one or my Hwanwoong from Oneus Macabre Game.

Au Fic - You Belong To Me Now - Jungkook from BTS as a demon that ends up taking Reader away to the demon realm after she accidently/not really accidently summons him. Or my Gong Yoo (The Salesman) Squid game fic Playing Dirty which took two days to write which is super rare when it involves smut haha.

Bonus - My Chishiya from Alice In Borderlands Checkmate fic - Not the biggest fan of Chishiya lol but I love the way this fic turned out and I think it might be up there as one of my best!

Also here is a snippet from the Mingyu x Reader x Wonwoo host club fic that I wrote today (so it's not edited yet and might change a little):

“Well hello, gorgeous.” Gorgeous? Holy fuck. Look who’s talking. Soft strands of midnight black hair tease at his face, as he towers over you in a gray pinstripe suit, pastel pink tie loose around his toned chest right under the third unclasped button. He’s all leg; but it's his catlike eyes that hint of untold intimacy and sly smile that captivates. You want to see more. “Ah, hello,” you say to Mr. Tall, dark and handsome, flashing your platinum card. His eyes flicker to the card then back to you. “I. It’s my first time coming here, so I don’t really know what I’m doing.” “A virgin?” he asks, his teeth peeking out as his smile turns into a wide grin. “They are gonna eat you up.”

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lavenderstories134 · 2 days

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Hey there!!

I am newbie but a writer in profession..

So l write stories about k drama actors..

Requests are welcomed✨

First l would like to know which k drama actor l start upon..

#gong yoo #smut #angst #jealousy #cute #kim soo hyun #park seo joon #new writers on tumblr #x reader #x yn #artists on tumblr #please help #welcome home #please vote #lgbtq

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kyokiou · 1 month

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Hi! It's Lou. I'm a writer (or at least I was, hehe). How are you? I really want to get back to work here but I don't know how to do it! What would you like to read? More Squid Game smuts? K-dramas in general? Specific TV shows? Waiting for answers. xoxo'!

#squid game smut #squid game #cho sangwoo x reader #cho sang woo #kdrama series #kdrama smut #gong yoo #erik killmonger smut #chris evans smut #marvel smut #stranger things smut

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allofuswantgwinam · 2 years

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han yun jae x reader

warnings: smut 18+, p in v, short fingering

you were standing there watching the man you loved act like he didn’t care about leaving you. your stomach was in a knot, your heart was broken into a million pieces all while he just stood there like an emotionless robot. “so that’s it? you’re just gonna go to outer space and dump me because of it?” you asked exasperatedly. “like we didn’t just spend 2 beautiful years together?” your voice cracked at the end of your sentence.

he continued to keep his back towards you and looked at the floor. he couldn’t look at you.. it hurt too much.

“what about ha jin? hmm?” you rushed out frantically before he could reach the door to leave. “she’ll notice. i can’t just leave her without a word, jae.” you really meant that. you loved her and you both had grown attached to eachother. you didn’t want to be another woman just disappearing from her life like her real mother. you heard him let out a deep sigh before he said. “you can keep visiting… you might be all she has soon.” then he walked out of the door, leaving all the love you built behind.

7 months later

“you think so? i just bought these the other day.” you smiled and felt your cheeks heat up at ryu tae suk’s compliment about how your jeans fit you perfectly. Ironically enough you were asked to join the mission your ex was going on not long after the break up. you had been asked because of your experience in nursing. it took you by surprise considering you hadn’t had a job in nursing in a few years, but it was an opportunity you definitely couldn’t turn down. you actually didn’t even now han yun jae would be there until you ran into him after your first official talk with director choi.

“mhm.” tae suk bit his lip while longingly taking a look at your ass. “you’re lucky there’s people around us.” he winked before leaving you flustered in the break area. you had been having to come and get with everyone everyday to prepare for the mission.

“get a room.” you heard han yu jae grumble from where he was sitting and eating his lunch.

“what?” you scowled and faced him. it honestly pissed you off that he’d feel any type of way when HE’S the one that ended things. “can’t take it that someone else can touch me now?” you raised an eyebrow while crossing your arms. “your fault. not mine.” you knew that would sting him to hear. he was always so possessive which is another reason you could never understand why he’d leave you so suddenly.

he slammed his chopsticks on the table and stood up quickly, making his chair screech against the floor. “you don’t think you don’t still belong to me, huh?” he rushed towards you til your back was pressed against the hard wall and his hand was wrapped around your throat. your heart was pounding against your chest and your head was spinning. you still loved him but he left you. why would you be considerate of his feelings when he wasn’t of yours? “i don’t anymore jae. you lost me.” you spat at him, hoping to hurt him the way he hurt you.

“CAPTAIN han yun jae. address me correctly.” he tightened his grip on your throat making you choke on your breathe. he was absolutely pissed at the thought of you letting anyone lay a finger on you that isn’t him, especially someone so close to him. he chuckled when he heard you whimper and slid his free hand down to grip your ass. “forgot you’re such a slut. you like this don’t you?” he pressed his hard on into your front and ground into you. “no one can own you like i did.” he growled before pressing his lips into yours. you moaned into his mouth and let his tongue pass your lips. you were tingling in excitement, remembering the way he knows your body and how he could always make you cum whenever he wanted like it was nothing.

“i need you captain. please.” you moaned through kisses and gripped his silky black hair in your fingers. you felt him smirk against your lips giving you chills throughout your body.

he removed his hand from your throat to slide his hand in your pants to feel your arousal. “fuck.” he groaned while easily sliding two fingers in your pussy. “i missed my pussy.” he cooed before frantically kissing your lips and thrusting his fingers deep inside of you. you squirmed under his hard body, feeling the tips of his fingers hit your spot with every pump. “i can’t fuck you here.” he grumbled into your kiss and stilled his hand, keeping his fingers inside of you feeling your grip around his fingers. your eyes darted up to the uni bathroom behind him. “bathroom.” you mumbled and started kissing from his jaw to his neck tattoo. “please fuck me.” you begged and sucked on his skin. “so wet for you captain, just you.”

in no time he was holding you up by your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist. “that’s not what you showed me about 6 minutes ago.” he snarled while walking you both into the bathroom. he shut the door with his foot before locking it swiftly. “i think i need to remind you where you belong.” he slammed your back into the bathroom door. “if i knew we’d both end up here i would’ve never let you go.” he confessed and pulled your shirt off.

“cut the sappy shit, im pissed at you still.” you rolled your eyes and unclasped your bra. “you lef-“ you shrieked when you felt him drop you and your feet hit the floor and him yank your jeans down with your panties.

“get rid of them and shut the fuck up.” he demanded while undoing his belt. he hated how stubborn you were. you hadn’t changed a bit. you wouldn’t listen to him so he was ready to fuck you til you heard him. “you’re so sexy but fuck.” he dropped his jeans with his boxers and lifted you back up by your thighs. “you never fucking listen.” he pushed his length all the way in, giving you no time to adjust.

“if you listened.” he started thrusting deep and hard into you making you grip his shoulders. “you. would. fucking. know. why. i. did. what. i. had. to. do.” he hit your g spot with every word. you were a moaning mess in his arms. you could hear your wetness with his every thrust, the sound of your bodies connecting echoing the room. he dipped his head down to suck and bite your neck, purposefully leaving a mark on you.

“you think anyone else could fuck you this good, hmm? fill you up as good as me. hmm, baby? tell me.” he taunted you and wrapped his hand around your throat. he felt your pussy clench tighter around him and he chuckled cockily. “you can’t lie to me, i felt your answer.” he moaned and started drilling into you. he kept a tight grip on your throat while watching your face full of pure bliss.

“j-just you. s-so close.” was all you could spit out while he fucked you the way you had been craving for so long. every angry feeling you had towards him had vanished. all you felt anymore was your need to release and get the love back from him that you were missing.

“give me it, Y/N.” he groaned huskily and bit his lip. “fuuuck, that’s it baby. so fucking good.” his hips jerked when you exploded around him, causing him to release in unison. “my baby.” he panted and peppered kisses on your neck, riding out your highs slowly savoring the moment. “you’re mine.” he bit down on the sensitive spot where he marked you making you whimper at the slight pain.

“i love you captain han yun jae.” you smiled lazily with your head loled back onto the wall. “you’re a fucking idiot.” you giggled when you heard him groan and he dropped his forehead to your shoulder. “keep me this time.” you spoke softly, your heart fluttering when he lifted his head up to look in your eyes. “i’ve been a mess without you.” your eyes softened, finally putting your guard down.

“me too baby.” he sighed and leaned down to peck your lips softly. “but you’re back in my arms now. i’ll never let you go again.”he nuzzled his nose against yours, overloading you with cuteness. “make sure you wear your hair up.” he smiled, but spoke in a serious tone. “i’ll be having a word with my co captain later. you’re off limits.”

#the silent sea #gong yoo #gong yoo smut #captain han yun jae #han yun jae #han yun jae x reader #captain ryu tae suk #ryu tae suk

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glorianamultistan · 1 year

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Kpop/Kactors malexmalereader

I am not new to this site but certainly new to posting on it. I have a lot of ideas to write about some good mxm stories in our beautiful k-world. I can take requests on the following groups for now -

ATEEZ

ASTRO

BTS

ENHYPEN

EXO

GOT7

SKZ

SEVENTEEN

SF9

TBZ

ZB1 (legal line)

And for the following actors -

Lee Jongsuk

Gong Yoo

Kim Seonho

Kim Soohyun

Lee Joongi

Ji Changwook

Park Bogum

Park Seojoon

ps - readers will most probably be on the feminine gender expression spectrum, I need to connect to it all too... so yeah bottom reader only...

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jjvr4yxc · 1 year

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Wattpad deleted the story I made.

It's Soo good, even tho it has grammatical errors! But the plot is good 😡

#fanfiction #chishiya smut #lee dong wook #lee dong wook x reader #seo moonjo x reader #x reader #gong yoo x reader

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yawnzloverz · 1 year

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𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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✧༺More under the cut!༻∞

(What I write, What I don't write, and the artists I write for)

⋇What I write: Fluff, angst, little bit of kissing (I'm not really good at writing smut, maybe there will be slightly nsfw content but it won't be very detailed), WLW Fem! Character x Fem! Reader (I'm bad at writing mlm i'm sorry), x nonbinary

⋇What I DON'T write: I'm not one for dark themes, so I won't be writing gore (slight violence though, mentions of light bullying and some gang fights), r@p3, misogynistic and sexist themes, minor x adult, inappropriate dialogue (there will be some vulgar words and cussing here and there)

*I don't do male character x male character ships, I only do wlw and wlm. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not homophobic or anything, I'm just not good at writing mlm, and I'd rather not attempt it instead of showing a poor representation of queer couples. If ever I DO learn, I'll open the requests for it :)

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*I DO NOT write for married, IAR, problematic artists/actors

♡𝙂𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧: ♡

TXT, SKZ, ATEEZ, ENHYPEN , NCT, SEVENTEEN, ITZY, TWICE, MAMAMOO, GWSN, Kim Jaejoong, SOMI

✧ACTORS I WRITE FOR!

♥K-DRAMA!

Rowoon, Song Kang, Cha Eunwoo (Lee Dong Min), Ji Chang Wook, Kim Ji Woong, Hwang In Hyeop, Lee Do Hyun, Ahn Hyo Seop, Lee Dong Wook, Gong Yoo, Lee Jae Wook, Nam Joo Hyuk, Kim Min Gyu Lee Soo Hyuk, Han So Hee

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Michieda Shunsuke, Ryo Yoshizawa, Ryusei Yokohama, Fuju Kamio, Kyoya Honda, Takeru Sato, Yosuke Sugino, Mahiro Takasugi, Kento Nakajima, Sho Hirano, Nijiro Murakami, Kentaro Ito, Kento Kaku, Oji Suzuka, Hiroya Shimizu, Aya Asahina, Ayame Misaki, Ayaka Miyoshi, Minami Hamabe, Kanna Hashimoto, Mio Nakamura, Yurina Hirate, Mio Imada, Nana Seino, Maika Yamamoto

*until my carrd stops being salty this will stay here lmaoo

Also, to those who knew me before I renovated the blog, yes, I stopped posting true beauty and kdrama content 😭 I mean the blog was practically dead, and running a fanpage was harder than I thought, so yeah. I hope you understand. If you are one of those peeps who followed me back then and is still doing now, I appreciate it. Thank you and have a wonderful day, lovelies!

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ladyqueendrag · 6 months

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“How About You Use Your Body To Pay?”

Part I

Squid Game The Salesman x OF f reader

This is an expansion to the Drabble I wrote

Pairing: The Salesman x OF Reader

Rating:NC-17 but this chapter doesn’t have the sexy part yet 😩 bare with me, you sexy assholes, you!

Warning: smut, stalking, blackmail, dubcon, The Salesman being a sexy creep, reader is an OF girl so ya know, dirty talk, oral, a slap, just dirty, you guys, it’s just filth.

Summary: The Salesman was told to pick the next player… And he messed up badly.

You play the game and win. That’s all they have to do. Play. And just maybe win.

“Good luck.” Said the Salesman to himself in a smug way as his eyes skimmed the streets of Seoul. He was looking for a particular face in the crowd. Your face. He was given a list of names of those down on their luck. And it was finally your turn to play on his list.

He sat down on an empty bench and opened his briefcase, looking at the picture of the girl he was searching for. Your face. He wasn’t going to admit it; quite frankly he wasn’t allowed to admit it, but the second he saw your picture, he felt a little flutter as his eyebrow cocked to the side and a quick tightness in his slacks.

He knew your face, your place of employment, and where you liked to hang out. That was more than enough for him. And if the worse was to happen, he had your home address as well.

He put your picture away in his briefcase and made his way to the foreign bookstore he knew you worked at. The small chime on the door dinged and he heard a soft voice. “Welcome.” A soft women’s voice said in a heavy American accent.

Bingo. He found you.

You never took your eyes off the task at hand, even when greeting customers. You were too miserable to be courteous. You were a struggling woman in the heart of Seoul trying to get by; you moved to South Korea with the prospects of being close to your friends and getting a good job where you didn’t struggle paycheck to paycheck. And then all of that went to shit. After borrowing all the money you could from friends and family back in the states, you picked up a job at a small book store. But that’s wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough to make ends meet.

What is a girl to do who’s shit out of luck and can’t catch a break? You did what you would hope no one ever would find out; you became a camgirl and did sex videos to make money.

You became numb to your schedule. Bookstore for the majority of the day, then rush home and turn on that camera and get naked. Quite frankly in the beginning you didn’t mind it too much. Other than the occasional paranoia of someone you care about finding out what you do, your sex drive made the humiliation tolerable.

You were throwing your usual pity party as you got on your knees and started to sort out books by alphabetical order, not realizing the pair of eyes that were watching you closely. You self-consciously tugged at your mini skirt and pulled up your tight blouse, knowing better you should have packed an additional set of clothes and not worn your “other job’s uniform” to work. But you didn’t have the time today. You never wore such an outfit to the bookshop but you were strapped for time and your work slacks were in the wash.

“Pardon me-“

“AHH!” You screamed and dropped the books as you turned around on your knees, glasses almost falling off your face.

The man in front of you in a suit and tie gave an amused look, smirk plastered on his handsome face as he took a step back.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said as he squatted down to retrieve a book that made its way in front of him. Your cheeks flushed and you adjusted your glasses as you took in the gorgeous stranger in front of you.

“Oh, it’s quite alright, I startle easily, I think.” You said, trying to push past the embarrassment as he handed you the book in his hand.

“Well, try not to. It’s not like you’re alone here.” The man said as he smirked, knowing full well she was in fact alone today in her day shift.

“Oh, well I actually am today.” You said as you placed one book on top of the other, your cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

“What? You are?” The man bullshitted in false pretense and even let out a small tsk. “Well, I do apologize for startling you, ma’am.” He gave a smile and held out his hand to you. It was only then that you realized you were looking for support to stand up from the ground. Could this get anymore embarrassing?

You took the stranger’s soft hand and stood to your feet, smiling back until you heard a small pop.

More embarrassing? Well, it just became absolutely, painfully humiliating.

His eyes went wide as he narrowed down to your chest. A button had popped off your top, revealing the top of your breast and the lacy red bra underneath. You slowly looked down at yourself and then brought your gaze up to the man’s surprised face.

“Well, now that I have made a complete and total fool of myself, twice, I’m gonna go back and do my inventory before my skirt falls off or I throw up.” You gave the gentleman a bow and turned around, wanting to drop dead at that very moment.

“Oh, miss, I don’t scare easily. At all.” You turned around, holding the books to your chest like some school girl talking to her crush.

“Actually… I was wondering if I could talk to you for just a second.” He said while slipping a hand into his pocket and placing his briefcase on the floor.

Your eyes went from the briefcase to his face a few times. “Sorry, we’re not soliciting anything at the moment, sir.” You said, pushing the glasses once more up your nose.

He grinned again and you felt your pussy spasm. What the fuck, bitch? Why are you so quickly smitten by any handsome man that shows you interest? But there was something about this man… This Salesman?

“You know, I get that a lot… But I would love to steal a moment of your time.” You bit your lip at his words, your high heels tapping against the tile floor loudly.

And the Salesman couldn’t help but to take in your figure, feeling like a fucking perv at that moment.

“I… I’m-I’m so sorry, I really need to get back to what I’m doing but if you have any questions about any book…” you started to turn around, starting to feel a bit nervous but his voice made you stop on your track.

“There’s no one here… Y/N.”

Your eyes went wide and you were struck with fear. You did not own a name tag for anyone to know your name. What. The. Fuck?

You slowly turned on your heel, removing your glasses and you felt your heart pounding in your ears.

“… Who are you?” You said in a shaky voice. And of course, that caused the man to grin wickedly.

………

“You want me to do WHAT, now?!”

You both were sitting on a desk behind the bookstore, your feet tapping once more as you listened to this man’s ridiculous words.

“I’m asking for you to play a game with me.” He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out two envelopes, a red one and a blue one. Why the hell was this man smiling so damn much knowing he was scaring the fuck out of you? And why did he have to be so fucking handsome?

“For money?” You asked, earning a nod from him.

“Against you?” And that earned another nod from The Salesman.

Your eyes went from the envelopes to his eyes, your breath caught in your throat. “What’s the worse that can happen, Y/N?” He asked, cocking a brow as he tilted his head slightly.

You swallowed hard, silence filling the store for a moment.

‘It would be so easy, Y/N. And you can give up your second job.’ You thought deeply for a second. A shaky hand reached up to his, slowly inching up to the red envelope when you stopped yourself.

“… No. No, thank you.” You said and stood up, fearing the worst about this game and where it would lead.

That took The Salesman by surprise and he gave you a confused look.

“Aren’t you sick of working in a bookshop, living paycheck to paycheck with no end in sight?”

So he didn’t know? About your second income? What a fucking relief!

“Actually, sir, I don’t live paycheck to paycheck. Not anymore. Thank you for your offer, but I’m gonna have to respectfully decline. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

‘Second income? She doesn’t have a second income.’ He thought to himself as he placed the envelopes back in his chest pocket.

“There’s no need to lie, Y/N. I know this is your only source of money and you need it badly.”

There was a switch in your brain the second you looked up at the old grandfather clock. It was time to clock out and go to your second job. It was as if another personality took over your body and you slowly turned to face him, a sensuous look on your face as you started to approach the Salesman.

Now it was his turn to swallow hard as he gave you a quizzical look. You strutted to him, hands at your hips until you were inches from him, and then you trapped him against the desk, hands slamming down on each side of the desk.

“If only you knew.” Your voice changed, your nose just a hair away from his and his eyes went wide.

“Wait, what are you doing?” He asked as he pulled back away from you.

“I make more than you probably do, sir. Way more… And you don’t wanna know. Trust. Me.” Your nails dragged against the desk and you pulled away from him, leaving the Salesman with confusion and a hard-on he wasn’t expecting.

“Now, lock up!” You threw the store keys at him, his hands barely catching them as you stood tall with dripping sexuality. “I trust you to have a goodnight, dear sir.” You grabbed your Louis Vuitton from beside the desk and strutted away, slamming the front door. And he was so damn confused. A second form of income was not at all in your file.

“Well… That’s a new one.” The Salesman thought to himself, eyes moving rapidly in confusion.

‘She’s lying. And I’m gonna make her play the game. One way or another.’

#squid game #the salesman #the salesman squid game #the salesman x reader #squid game smut #drabble #gong yoo #gong yoo imagine #the salesman smut #f!reader

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therealromewrites · 3 years

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Third Time’s the Charm

Fandom: Squid Game (Netflix)

Relationship: The Salesman x Female Reader

Age: 18+ Explicit (Under 18s go away!)

Warnings: Smut, Spanking, Dominant Salesman, fingering, (Mention of slapping), fluff and fluffy aftercare, (He’s harsh, polite and fair.) rough sex in the toilets, use of mirrors, stealing, crying (From pleasure), Slight!Brat reader.

Word Count Total: 4474

Note: I LOVED Squid Game and desperately wanted fanfiction. The Salesman (Gong Yoo) just stole the show! And my heart and I wanted to share my words with the world! It took a little time and I finally did it! I hope you enjoy and please do let me know what you think! I’d love to take requests for the characters from Squid Game.

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Tagged: @philomaay

Summary: She always manages to con the salesman in the first two meetings. Their third meeting takes a different turn.

This was how the night was not supposed to go. It was a simple job: sneak in, rob the 50th richest man's wife's bracelet and don't get caught. Just (Y/N) was about to slip the bracelet off the woman, she noticed that someone had seen her trying to swipe the bracelet. It was probably one of the wife's bodyguards. At that moment, (Y/N) made a show of letting the bracelet drop before loudly exclaiming to the crowd that the wife's bracelet fell.

There went (Y/N)'s pay day as she politely excused herself from the lady before brushing past people to find a way to hide in the big building. One of the bodyguards was tailing her as she began to weave through the crowd, she found a staircase. She lifted the edges of her dress and sprinted up the stairs to quickly try to avoid the guard.

(Y/N) would have loved to have spent more time in the party before trying to rob the bracelet. She was going to starve tonight as she found a door and slipped in. It was an upscale toilet as she rushed into one of the stalls whilst bending down to take off her heels. Who knew that pretending to dress up as rich would kill?

She locked the stall, putting the toilet seat down to then sit on the lid with her feet and dress up. The toilets were high class with smooth porcelain and bright peach-ish walls. A few minutes passed and she hoped that the guards didn't see her walk in. Just as (Y/N) was about to step off the toilet, the door to the toilets opened and she quickly retracted back into her original position.

The tap came on and the door opened again. A few hushed words were exchanged and she couldn't hear what was being said. The door closed and (Y/N) waited to let silence be her guide. However, someone else helped her out.

"You can come out now, they're gone."

The voice sounded so familiar as (Y/N) stepped off the toilet and came out the stall to meet with dark eyes in the toilet mirrors. The same slick combed hair and clean shaven face. Everything about the man was crisp and his lips were slightly tugged upwards into a smirk. It was him. She never knew his name but she coined him as 'Salesman'.

He offered money in exchange for a game of ddakji and (Y/N) gave him the slip, twice. She'd play the game and win both games for the first time without ever having to pay him 100,000 won or getting slapped by him. Once he'd start his go, (Y/N) would quietly slip 400,000 won from his suitcase and sneak away. She heard that he wanted to sell a sort of game but she couldn't be bothered to take him up on his offer.

Salesman looked smart in his suit, he ditched the grey for a pristine all black suit with a deep blood red tie. He was looking more scheming than usual as the Salesman grabbed the hand towel to wipe his hands dry. He still had his metal grey briefcase with him as she laid a cursory eye over him.

"Do you expect me to thank you for keeping an eye out for me?"

The Salesman smiled softly as he turned to fully face (Y/N). Letting his eyes slowly glaze over her form, while she looked beautiful in her black silk dress, he couldn't notice how heavy her eye bags were. Her arms were slimmer than the last time he saw her, she clearly should have taken him up on his offer. However, he knew she was a survivor. Using any means necessary to get money to live, he read her file from page to page.

"A thank you would suffice nicely but you're not the kind of person to rely on anyone to survive. If you'd like, I can call them back and you can try to evade them using your own tactics."

He had (Y/N) stuck as she shuffled her feet. Truth be told, she probably would have been able to avoid them a few minutes longer before they barged in and dragged her out. The Salesman helped buy her some time. She really should thank him because despite her tricking him, he's been nothing but nice and professional.

"You're right. Thank you. You kinda saved my back."

The Salesman smiled and gave a slight bow of his head before he watched (Y/N)'s eyes go towards the briefcase.

"So, are you here to sway someone into playing your little game?"

"Not the people outside this room. A little too high maintenance for my taste."

(Y/N) gave a brisk nod as she realised that this worked to the Salesman's favour. He had her trapped in the bathroom so she couldn't sneak away with the money. He was after her and in a way she felt a little flattered. Third time's the charm as she decided to play his ddakji game.

"I see, mister. Well, all you have to do is ask."

The Salesman's lips twitched slightly as he clicked his briefcase open to take out a blue and red ddakji disk. The previous time she took the red disk and won easily but this time she was going to go easy on him and take the blue one.

"Would you like to play a game of ddakji with me?"

"Yes I would."

"What colour would you like?"

"Blue."

(Y/N) brought her hand out to take the disk, purposely brushing her hand against his and she felt a slight shiver down her back. The Salesman reminded her of the rules which was to try to flip the opponent's card. If she did it, she would get 100,000 won, if not she would pay him 100,000 won. Otherwise, he would slap her to waive off the 100,000 won. She had nothing to worry about.

"You ready to pay up, mister?"

The man simply clasped his hands in front of his body, standing tall and attentive to watch her. (Y/N) tossed her shoes onto the sink top, before parting her legs for better balance. She brought her hand up and swung her arm down with force so the card could hit the corner of the red disk. The card didn't flip.

She was astonished as her eyes stared ahead. How? She couldn't understand how she was able to slip the card the first two times. The Salesman bent down to pick up his card as he threw his card down with great force. The red disk shot down and hit the corner of the blue which forced the disk to flip up. He did it and she had to pay.

It wasn't fair. Actually the game was fair but she needed to find a way out of this.

"Hey, I'm sure this game is rigged. The blue one is lighter than the red one."

"What do I benefit from rigging the game?"

"You get my loyalty."

"I don't need your loyalty. I want to present you with an opportunity. And besides, cheating isn't my style of persuading people."

She watched his face carefully and despite wanting to distrust him, she knew he was telling the truth. He was always straightforward with (Y/N). This is what she gets for being overconfident.

"As much as I don't want to believe it, you're telling the truth. So come on then, hit me. It's only fair."

She steps a few inches from him, bringing her face closer ready for the slap. Her eyes pinch close in anticipation of the loud cracking but instead she feels his fingers press against the sides of her jaw, lifting her chin.

"Tonight, you'll pay me back another way with your body. That is … if you consent."

The tone of his voice had dropped slightly and his words were ominous. He was a handsome man and she couldn't deny she sensed some chemistry between the two of them. She didn't know whether to be nervous or excited with his words so she maintained a neutral expression. Opening her eyes and immediately almost melting into his obsidian dark eyes.

"Say I consent. How exactly do I pay you back?"

"I'll let you know, once you've won one round."

"I consent then."

The next few minutes were spent trying to flip the other person's card. (Y/N) wasn't doing too well as she failed nearly twenty times. The Salesman was on a winning streak because he had flipped her card every single time. She owed him nearly two million. Then came the twenty first time.

Her eyes were laser focused, she didn't want to watch him. Especially now that he had shed his blazer off, looking toned under the slim fit button up. She tried to copy the way he approached the game. Bringing her card high over her head and swinging down forcefully. The card shot downwards and hit the corner of his disk, forcing it to jump up and flip on it’s other side. A wide grin grew on her face as she quietly squealed. The salesman smiled and applauded her effort.

“I guess you owe me money, mister!”

He acquiesced and reached into the briefcase to hand her money. (Y/N)’s lips curled up as she snatched the notes from his hand. She counted out the notes, the total was adding up to 500,000 won. It made no sense because the agreed amount was 100,000 won. Did he miscount? No, it’s impossible, a man like him would never make a mistake when handing out money. The toilet doors clicked with a lock as (Y/N)’s head snapped up to find him locking the door.

“This is 500,000 won.”

“I know. It’s the same amount that you took the last two times, right?”

She shouldn’t be so surprised that the Salesman knew she stole money from him but she couldn’t help the way her lips parted in surprise. He stepped closer to her, his head slightly towering over her figure and he let his eyes openly drag over her body.

“I guess that nothing gets past you, does it? Right well I assume you’d be wanting that payment back.” (Y/N) offered the money back to the Salesman. “I hope this covers at least a small portion of it.”

“I don’t need you to pay me back with money, Ms. (L/N). As I said, prior. I’ll take my payment with your body. So let me ask once again: Do I have your consent?”

If he was inferring what she was thinking of, then she most certainly consented. He was charming and tactful. Not to mention, attractive, it wasn’t an everyday thing that handsome rich men were offering themselves up on a silver platter. No doubt there was money to be earned if she used her body. All hesitations were thrown out the window as she gave a brisk nod and verbal consent.

There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere as his lips grew into a confident smirk. He brought a finger up and spun it around as a signal for (Y/N) to turn around. (Y/N)’s eyebrows raised up in surprise but she decided to make it a little harder for him. Just because she consented, didn’t mean she was going to obey him directly like a dog. She folded her arms together and stood still at her spot, making her point about refusing his orders.

“Ms. (L/N). I insist you turn around and face the mirror.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I have no qualms about calling those guards back up to let them know where their thief is.”

“Technically, I never stole anything so I’m not a thief.”

“The diamond on your finger begs to differ. While you may not have gotten the chance to take the bracelet. You used the announcement as a way to swipe Mrs. Kwon’s diamond ring.”

(Y/N) stepped back a little at the fact that he paid attention to what she was doing, clearly understanding that the diversion was a ruse to steal something almost as valuable as the bracelet. She certainly didn’t want the Salesman to call the guards up. She had no other choice but to follow through. Maybe now was not such a good time to act bratty. She exhaled slowly and followed his order, turning to the mirror to take a gander at herself.

“Hands on the countertop at all times.”

She followed his instructions again as she watched him through the mirror, trying to figure out how the gears were turning in his head. His body was a breath away from the back of hers and she felt a small tap against her ankle. She almost felt heat flood to her cheek as she slowly parted her legs slightly. He was certainly going to ruin her tonight as she flinched at his hands on the sides of her waist; pulling back slightly and almost bending her at the toilet sinks.

His facial expressions were neutral as his fingers traced down to where the slit of her dress started. The dress felt like sinking into heaven as the Salesman curled his fingers under her dress and towards Ms. (L/N)’s underwear. It wasn’t lace or silk, cotton perhaps. Her skin was warm and he could feel brief shapes of marks, most likely stretch marks, he hooked two fingers into the waistband of her underwear and pushed it down.

Watching as it dropped down her legs and pooled by her ankles and bare feet. They were cute light blue panties with pink coloured cupcakes printed on.

“Cute underwear. Did it come with the dress as well?”

“No, the underwear is mine. This dress, however, was a borrow from a friend. So I should warn you not to rip this dress.”

The salesman leaned in close, letting his mouth hover next to her ear and carefully making sure that her body wasn’t brushing against his. His eyes connected with hers in the mirror while his warm breath tickled her ear.

“I’m a man of my word, Ms (L/N).”

She felt her body lean slightly towards his body. The salesman knew how to use his sales tactics to his advantage and she was more than happy for him to keep lighting her body with fire and warmth. She felt the back of her dress shift to the side as a rush of cold air was exposed to her behind. She watched him carefully through the mirror as he smiled at her. His eyes were slowly roving over her body before reconnecting with her eyes in the mirror.

SLAP!

(Y/N) gasped loudly as her head snapped over her shoulder to see that his hand had swung and hit her behind’s right cheek. Warmth flooded the area as she brought her eyes up to connect with his. He still had that smile on his face, looking more annoying rather than charming as he informed her.

“One.”

Finally it all made sense. He was going to spank her as a way to waive off her debt to him. She felt her core tense slightly as she pretended to frown.

"Spanking, really? Aren't I a little old to be spanked?"

SLAP!

He slapped the left cheek of her butt and politely grinned at her. He knew she was trying to persuade him to give up but he wouldn't. The Salesman was a man of his word.

"Not for pretty bratty girls like you. That’s two.”

SLAP!

(Y/N) jerked at the sudden harsh contact, she should feel appalled and ashamed that she was in the toilets getting spanked by a man she barely knew. An attractive man and she felt heat and wetness grow in her core. He gave two more slaps before she felt his palm glide across her bare behind before dragging down to stroke small circles near her inner thighs. She gasped at the soft sensations he was giving her as they stared at one another in the mirror. He knew that he was getting to her and she needed to have the other hand.

“Is that all you got? I barely felt a thing.”

He quirked an eyebrow and brought his hands up to her labia where he could feel her arousal almost dripping. His fingers were rough and slender and she whimpered at the sudden feeling of his fingers brushing against her intimate parts.

“Are you sure you barely felt a thing? This is telling me otherwise.”

“You hit like a baby.”

It wasn’t her finest insult but it seemed to work as he came around and pressed his lower half against her bare back. She could feel his length through his dark slacks and her lips parted in surprise. He was certainly well-endowed as she bowed her head at the friction between their lower regions.

SLAP!

She jerked and pushed her hips back against his. He swung much harder than before and she could feel the vibration spread through her whole body. A small grunt left her lips as her head dipped lower, she couldn’t bear to keep her head up as he was taking what he wanted.

“Can you look up in the mirror, please?”

He didn’t dare to. He was officially a sadist as (Y/N) lifted her head up to connect her eyes with his. He had his usual smirk on his face as he stared at her behind. Her butt was feeling warm in his hands and her arousal was beginning to drip down her thighs a little. It was getting hard to resist sinking his cock inside her but he needed to follow through with the rules of the game. He continued to spank her, getting close to fifteen and tears were streaming down her face.

Much to his surprise, she was obeying his orders very closely and enjoying herself despite the tears down her face. (Y/N) couldn’t stop the tears as she inhaled deep breaths. She was with the devil himself as she took in his coiffed hair and pristine suit. One strand of hair was drooping down his forehead and he was composed as ever. She was very much enjoying the way he was taking the payment from her body and soon came the number that was to end this.

SLAP!

“Twenty.”

(Y/N) choked back a gasp as he brought his eyes to connect with hers in the toilet mirror, his hands coming up to pick up a hand towel and soaking it in cool water. He brought that hand to the outside of her behind and wiped around at her butt to cool down her pain. He was taking care of her and helping her calm down and she felt her heart swell for this strange Salesman. He smiled softly at her through the mirror before he took off his blazer and folded it up as a pillow, placing it on the sink top so she could turn around and sit on the jacket.

“How do you feel, Ms. (L/N)?”

“Like I paid off all my debts.”

The salesman smiled and placed a careful hand on top of her bare knees. There was one question that was lingering in her mind.

“Would you have stopped if I said?”

“Of course. I’m not a monster.”

“And is this something you do with other people?”

“You’re the first person I've done this with.”

The Salesman understood her line of questioning, regardless of presenting herself as independent, she yearned for comfort and attention. He was more than happy to give her that attention. She was different, unique. Maybe she didn’t have to be recruited into the games. He could find a way to keep her.

“What if I wanted another form of payment?”

This piqued his interest as he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. Somehow this game of ddakji brought them closer than ever as he gave her an inquisitive look. (Y/N) felt her slick soak her thighs and his blazer, she really wanted his dick and the only way to get it was to do it. Tossing the front part of her dress to the side so her vagina was open for the Salesman to see. She curled her hand around his wrist and dragged his fingers over to her lower lips and vagina. Her essence was leaking and who was he to refuse her request.

He brought his thumb to stroke small circles onto her clitoris, this had her mewl softly and arch her back closer to his body. The salesman had unveiled an ethereal goddess in his arms as he decided to forgo using his fingers and beginning to unbuckle and unzip his slacks. (Y/N) whined at the loss of his fingers but her eyes grew wide at the way his hands were sloppily unbuckling his belt and pushing his boxers down to reveal his long stiff erection.

He was gorgeous and he was certainly intent on destroying her. If tonight was the night she died, she’d happily accept it at the expense of him. (Y/N) planted her hands flat behind her as he curled his slender coarse fingers around her inner knee. He tugged her forward so she was half hanging off the sink and took the time to slowly sink his dick inside her silky walls. (Y/N) couldn’t hold back a moan at the girth of his thickness as her arms trembled to keep him in place.

The Salesman grunted at the tightness and forced his way to bottom out which had her moan loudly. He slowly pulled back and thrusted again harder which had (Y/N) groan again with pleasure from his roughness. Her hand curled around that back of his neck as she took what he was giving her. One hand hooked her leg around his waist as his other hand wrapped itself in her thick tresses, pulling her to press her soft lips against his.

It was the first time they kissed and neither one could let go as their tongues brushed and curled against one another and the Salesman began to pick up pace in his thrusts. (Y/N)’s hand dropped from his neck before settling against his toned back, her nails dug in tightly into his thin button shirt. A cacophony of animalist grunts, pants and moans danced in the air as the smell of sex and sweat melted in the air.

“Fuck! You’re so good! Ruin me!”

“I already am, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) whined at the sound of her name as her body began shaking and teetering on the edge of pleasure. She was close to her climax and he could sense it as he brought his hand down to rub at her clitoris.

“You’re so tight! I need you to come for me, now!”

At the moment he ordered her to come, she shook and screeched her orgasm as her eyes lazily connected with his. She couldn’t dare to close her eyes and this made him grunt and ejaculate deep inside her. Her ears tingled at the rhythm of his grunts and groans as he exhaled her name. He brought his mouth down to press a sloppy kiss against the corner of her mouth before pressing his forehead against her.

Their hands glided over the other’s clothed bodies, feeling and soothing the twitching and suddenness of their releases. She was loving the way she managed to ruin his smart pristine presence as his hair was shaken out of place and his shirt was crinkled and sweat soaked. He was looking equally debauched as she was and he didn’t want this to be a one time thing between them. He might be able to convince the higher ups to take her on as a fellow salesman.

“Thank you.”

“I think I should thank you, (Y/N).”

Now came the end of their game. She knew he needed to make a sale of getting her to try out the game. She heard whispers that the Salesman offered people in debt a chance to play a series of games to win a long sum cash prize. While this was the first time he took payment this way, she knew he would offer her the card to go to the games.

“I guess now, you’d want me to have a chance at playing some games like this to earn money?”

His eyes slowly opened as he leaned his head back to gaze at her. It was a soft intimate look and she almost felt shy at the fact that she dared to ask him this kind of question. His hand trembled slightly as he pushed her hair back before resting on her cheek.

“This was never to get you to play the games.”

“Then what?”

“You tricked me twice. I had to get you back for that somehow.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at his silly notion as she lowly giggled at his words. It was a fair and enjoyable way for him to get back at her. He had a warm smile on his face as she brought her lips to press against his neck.

“Besides, I might have another more suitable way for you to pay off your debt. It will involve working with me. Is that something you could look towards to?”

Her eyebrows quirked up at his words. In this short space of time, she’s felt something grow for him and she certainly didn’t want to let go of him just yet. She lifted her head up and brought a finger to stroke against his cheekbones.

“Depends. Will it involve us coming together in … intimate, possibly compromising positions?”

“An additional perk to working beside me, perhaps.”

(Y/N) hummed as she glanced down to notice a small bump in the swell of her stomach. He was still deep inside her and she tightened her core to squeeze at his length. The salesman hissed at her sudden clenching as he watched her mischievous face grin. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as her hand sunk under his shirt to feel his taut skin.

“You might need to convince me again.”

His dick slowly began to harden as a grin took hold of his face. He carefully pulled out of her and spun her so she was facing the mirror. One of his hand rested at the base of her neck whilst the other pushed the back of her dress to the side and held her waist so her butt was pressed against his dick.

“I’d be more than happy to convince you.”

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