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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.

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free-for-all-fics · 11 months

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Squid Game prompts and thoughts. Yeah, I know this fandom may be dead, but these are old and have been sitting in my notes app for a long time so I figure I might as well share them here anyway. Maybe it’ll be revived at some point with season 2, who knows. If anyone is inspired by or uses these, pls tag me. I’d love to read it 💜

1. Since In-ho gave Jun-ho a kidney, what if you, In-ho’s spouse, have an unspecified life threatening disease but couldn’t afford treatment. You’re the motive for In-Ho becoming a dirty cop who takes bribes and later entering the games. After winning and becoming the Frontman, he secretly transfers you to his private quarters on the island while you’re cared for; mostly bedridden, closely monitored, hooked up to tubes and wires with all the medication you need, etc. Maybe you’re put in a medical coma or are otherwise in and out of consciousness/disoriented and lethargic. He spends years using his resources and power as Frontman to cure you. Even if he keeps you sedated to take that edge off reality and make things sort of a blur for you. So you’re in an almost constant stupor where you think you’re dreaming even when you’re awake, etc. He’d try to keep you in the dark about the games and what he does, but what if you know more than you let on? What if Jun-ho inadvertently found you while snooping in the Frontman’s private quarters during his investigation into the disappearances of both you and his brother? (Ep. 5 & 7)?

2. “Isn’t the idea supposed to be ‘you saved my life, now I owe you a debt’?”

“Nope. You saved my life, now I’m your problem.” With either Salesman or Frontman.

3. It’s been a few weeks since your (relative, friend, neighbor, you choose.) went missing. You hear a knock on the door. As you open it, you realize that the man in front of you is not a typical solicitor or salesman. Before you can say anything, he says, “They said you’ll pay the debt.”

4. He’s one of the best recruiters for the games. A mastermind of persuasion and manipulation. He could sell rocks to jewelers, woo any man or woman, and even get away with murder. Until he meets you, his match: The most obstinate, unyielding, stubborn person whom he’s ever encountered. Your personal records tell him you’re not in the best of situations, and yet you’re not falling for any of his tricks or games. There’s nothing you seem to want or need that he can offer you. You keep turning him down, declining everything he claims he can give you, totally uninterested and not falling for any of it. But that just makes you all the more intriguing to him. As frustrating as you are, you’re a challenge. And neither of you are ones to give up easily. Maybe he won’t recruit you to play in the games after all. Maybe your resolve to resist temptation shows him you have potential for something even greater.

5. You’re one of the most aggressive salespeople alive; you steal money from your “customers” but leave an item they want, of equivalent value, behind. You’re threatening the Salesman’s “business” by taking away his “customers”. He has to decide what to do about this. Would he try to get you out of the way? Or Perhaps you could be a useful “business” partner?

6. The world’s most arrogant salesman meets the world’s most ignorant customer.

7. In-ho and Salesman, or In-ho and Jun-ho prompt: After years of struggling to pay off your college tuitions, all your debts are taken care of. Relief grows into suspicion when you come home. An unfamiliar black vehicle is parked nearby. Two men in expensive suits stand up when you enter. How did they get inside? “You’re not an easy person to track down. You know that, right?”

8. You’re behind on payments. A salesman recruits you to do a “housekeeping” job to clear your debt, handing you a card. His “colleague” (The Frontman) will act as your benefactor if you accept. It isn’t until you’re kidnapped and wake up on an island that you find out your task is to act as a forensic cleaner. You’re expected to wash away, disinfect and sanitize every game’s messes, removing all traces of murder and death after bodies are disposed. Not a drop of blood in sight. No human matter or fingerprints left to be found. You haven’t officially met the Frontman, but from what guards have said, you don’t want to know what would happen if he found out you missed a spot. The pink guards and surviving players leave you alone to do your job at the end of each game. But something is wrong. It feels like someone is still there, watching you at all times. What’s also weird is you’re assigned a room close to the Frontman’s quarters and kept separate from the other guards. He doesn’t trust the other guards to leave you be. Basically, you’re the only masked guard who’s a woman during the games. In-ho and/or the Salesman is interested in you and purposely sought you out. What happens?

9. You’re deep in student debt with no hope to pay it off in your lifetime, so you do the logical thing: Fake your death and move to South Korea to live an inconspicuous life under a new identity. The bank can’t really do anything since you’re “dead”. All your paper/online trails have been expertly wiped. So you thought. Some years later, door-to-door salesmen in your area start asking to be let inside. You know that’s not how salesmen do things. Something’s up. This prompts you to move around the country, never staying still too long. Seoul, Busan, etc. you’re on the move the second you feel they’re onto you. Until a man in a gray suit enters your train compartment and slides the door shut behind him. He sits next to you despite there being empty seats. His polite demeanor becomes unnerving. Small talk becomes invasive. He asks rhetorical questions - already knowing everything about you. He’s backing you into a corner. He opens his briefcase to display damning evidence detailing your “past life”, a sly smile on his face. Well, shit. Can’t run or hide on a moving train. And it’s a non-stop trip that will take a few hours. What do you do now?

10. Being In-ho and Jun-ho’s younger sister would include, before and after In-ho’s entered the games? Or maybe a fic where you’re their younger sister and unknowingly in a relationship with the Salesman (as in, you don’t know what exactly he does for work and are in the dark about your eldest brother’s involvement with the games. Your other brother doesn’t tell you much, if anything, about his investigations into In-ho’s disappearance, claiming the less you know the safer you’ll be. To you, your eldest brother is still missing after so many years and Jun-ho is still trying to find him. You haven’t heard from either of them in so long. Recently, Jun-ho has stopped responding to your messages. Now you’re getting worried. You may have to go out there and find your brothers yourself, to hell with the risks.)

#squid game x reader #squid game imagines #squid game imagine #salesman x reader #the frontman x reader #gong yoo x reader #random fic ideas #fic ideas #these are old but I didn’t have the heart to delete them

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peachyxboy · 7 months

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✧˖° Masterlist ˖⁺‧₊˚ ✧

⊹˙⋆ Lalo Salamanca ⋆˙⊹

Series:

A Love so Sweet, it Hurts

One-shots:

It’s a Salamanca!

HCs & Drabble

TBA

⊹˙⋆ The Salesman ⋆˙⊹

Series:

TBA

One-shots:

TBA

HCs & Drabbles:

⊹˙⋆ Helmut Zemo ⋆˙⊹

Series:

TBA

One-shots:

TBA

HCs & Drabbles:

TBA

#lalo salamanca fanfic #lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca x oc #helmut zemo #helmut zemo x reader #the salesman #the salesman squid game #the salesman x reader #the salesman x oc

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writeformesinpie · 2 years

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Hello writeformesinpie. It is I, your number one fan. Thank you for your hard work and amazing fanfictions. I'm looking forward to your next kdrama fic. Do you happen to write for media apart from anime and kpop? Like Marvel or Star Wars? Thanks.

Lol lol lol hello lovely 🥰

I actually have had this idea for The Mandalorian for a long time but just never got around to writing it. It is pretty saucy 😈🥵 lol

I wouldn’t be opposed to writing for other fandoms - I really don’t have a preference. I’ve never received a request for something else so I usually just stick to kpop, anime and kdrama.

When I watched Alice In Borderland and Squid Game I just couldn’t stop myself from writing for Niragi and The Salesman - they practically wrote themselves. They were a lot of fun so I am always open to try something new 🥰

I am currently working on a few Lee Dong Wook and Gong Yoo fics right now actually - so I hope you will enjoy them when I finally post them haha

#number 1 fan anon #mando x reader #marvel smut #Star Wars smut #the salesman x reader #gong yoo smut #lee dong wook smut #squid game #alice in borderland #the mandalorian #mandalorian smut #Niragi x reader

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envy-of-the-apple · 14 days

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Hey!! The ask you answered about some satosaugu fic recommendations kinda made me curious if you got any other fics to recommend. Pretty please? <33 (Also, I love your fics so much, been so fascinated with them ever since I found them. Please keep up the good work <3)

considering op didn't specify which fandom they wanted...I'm gonna go ahead and link every single one of my favorite fics mwahahaha

His Savior (geto suguru x reader)

Takes place right after Suguru kills the village and adopts his daughters. Reader is a non-sorcerer but is still able to weasel into his heart! For now its slice of life, super super cute

The Things that Lie beneath the Sea (Mermaid!OchaIzuKatsu x reader)

Reader is hinted to be recently divorced and decides to spend a year isolated on an island and meets three merpeople that are a bit too interesting. Even though im no longer in the mha fandom, i still go back to see if the author has added any chapters. Really really good! And it has a (sort of) language barrier!

Fight Night (MMA fighter!Sukuna x reader)

Reader gets tangled up with MMA fighter sukuna???? Yum???? it's like 80% smut buuuut the plot and they way they both bond is super cute too!

Zero day (Ghost x reader x Konig)

To avoid jail time, reader joins Task Force 141 as their tech support. Super interesting plot! I don't think it's being updated anymore:( but this is one of my favorite COD fics of all time!!!

Simple Math (Poly! Ghostsoap x Nurse!reader)

Soap and Ghost try to flirt with their oblivious nurse...despite soap being currently hospitalized

Bird Song (Jake sully x human!reader x neytiri)

Reader gets taken hostage by the Na'vi and becomes Neytiri's and Jake's babysitter. Yall its such a cute poly fic iloveitiloveitiloveitsosomuchhhh. Technically not completed but i think it ended perfectly!

Something (just like this) (Izuku x reader)

Reader gets hired to make pro-hero izuku a comic book based on his life and they bond! So so so cuteeeee ahhhhhh!!!!

Undone (Squid Game salesman! Kuroo x reader) (noncon)

Reader catches Kuroo with his latest victim player.

It's a vanasha fic. You already know it's gonna be amazing

Love, Death and Circuits (Android! YoRHa!Gojo x reader)

Reader wakes up ten thousand years in the future where humanity now lives on the moon. It's Android's gojo's first time meeting a human and they learn what happened while the reader was asleep.

THIS is the fic that got me into the nier automata hyperfixation for like three months. You do not need to play the game to understand this. It's a super sweet fic:) Yan gojo is there too as a treat!!!!

The Ostensive Fumblings of Being Human (Connor DBH x reader)

Post revolution. Androids and humans are trying to coexist. Reader is part of an organization to help ease this process along. Connor learns what it's like to fall in love

How many times have i reread this???? I'm not gonna answer that. It's so gorgeous. The author perfectly encapsulates a deviant connor. He's so lost and unsure but the way he keeps moving forward is so inspiring! And the mc and connor's blooming relationship is super cute to see. The world building the author is able to make from Cage's chicken scratch is amazing too! And philosophy!

I have like two thousand more but this is already long enough teehee. if yall read any pls pls pls give the authors a kudos/bookmark/comment!!!!

#fic recs

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smileysuh · 2 years

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The Salesman

🌙 staring. Johnny x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. you're is approached by a handsome salesman, and after getting a taste of you for himself, he decides to offer you something you can’t refuse.

cw/ tw. dom/sub themes, pain kink, bondage, smacking, big dick, contractual/consensual bdsm, oral (m receiving), mirror sex, deep throating, dirty talk, degradation/praise, sir/master/daddy kink, size kink, dacryphilia, taunting, multiple orgasms, spanking, pussy slapping, fingering, anal, butt plug, squirting, sadism/masochism, unprotected sex, passing out from sex, power play, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 9.6k

🍭 aus. Squid game au

☀️ mlist + an. originally this was supposed to be potentially part of a 3part mini series but as of May 2023 it has been discontinued. You don’t have to know much about the show other than the fact that Gong Yoo is the salesman originally, and Johnny gives daddy like he does 😂

Prologue:

Your cheek sears red hot, and you take a deep breath as the tingles of echoed pained pleasure wash over you. There’s a slight metallic taste of blood in your mouth from where your lip has split, and it takes you a moment to recover.

When you open your eyes again, straightening and removing your fingers from where you’d pressed them to your face, covering the spot his own hand had just made contact with, you find the gorgeous businessman watching you with blown pupils.

The affect you’re having on him is obvious, and you’d be lying to say it’s not making you just as excited-

For what feels like the billionth time since he’d approached you, you wonder why he’s even doing this.

You’ve had men come up to you for all sorts of reasons before, but no one has ever offered to play a kids game with you in return for money- and no one’s ever looked you down the way he had, stating pointedly, ‘you can pay me with your body’ when you’d inevitably started Ddakji at a loss.

You’ve lost count of how many times he’s hit you now - unable to keep track of the blows the same way your wins are marked by the bills in your hand - Maybe you should start counting, you think maybe he’d like that.

The alleyway feels very quiet even as the man in the suit flips your blue Ddakj again, and despite the cars and people passing meters away near the mouth of the liminal space, when he lifts his eyes to look at you, you have no need to run or escape. You take what he gives you, willingly, one hand gripping the money you’ve already won, while you dig your nails into your palm with the other, a slight distraction from the blow that never comes-

Instead, your chin is gripped between his thumb and forefinger, and the gorgeous businessman looks down at you with a hunger swimming in his deep brown irises that is making you confusingly needy and embarrassingly wet-

“Forget the opportunity I offered you earlier. Enough with these games,” he states. “Come home with me and I’ll give you all the money in the world.”

“And what do I have to do for you in return?” you ask, your heart racing wildly in your chest at the notion.

He lets out a low hum and slips his thumb into your mouth, pressing down against your tongue as leverage to tilt your head and get a better look at your lightly bruising cheek.

“You just have to keep taking what I give you” - he swipes the pad of his finger over the cut on your lip and you gasp in pain - “like my good little whore.” He watches you carefully, “Can you do that for me?”

You swallow thickly, responding with a “yes, sir” that has the man in front of you grinning in triumph. You have no clue you’ve just jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire, but nothing in the world feels like red hot pleasure, and you’re ready to be burned.

One:

The hand between your shoulder blades gives a harsh shove, pushing you chest first against the wall of the elevator as it rises to the top floor. Your wrists are ensnared near the small of your back a moment later in what you identify as the rough bite of leather, and you hear a belt buckle when the man behind you fastens the impromptu binds in place.

He does this while reciting personal information, your personal information, from the top of his head, and with each detail, with each rough tug and manhandle, your heart races harder.

It hadn’t been a coincidence he’d bumped into you in the alley behind the bar you work at for shit tips that don’t even pay rent- he’d known who you were before you’d even laid eyes on him.

Even now, as he flattens against you, boxing you in like a predator with his prey, he relays details he shouldn’t know- voice dipping when he notes, “You like it best when you’re tied up completely, unable to do anything but scream from it hurting so good-”

“How do you-” your words are cut off with a gasp that he forces from you with a curt pinch of your hip, and you hold your breath, understanding - in a distant corner of your mind - that you’ve just broken some sort of unspoken rule, and that when this happens, you’ll be punished accordingly.

“You were chosen to be tested, and the people who told me about you… well, lets just say-” the man behind you brings his lips to your ear, “they do their homework.”

You feel him smile after a shiver runs through you, and you’re reminded by how much this man seems to enjoy your body reacting to him in these ways-

“I was supposed to offer you this,” he continues, and suddenly there’s a card held in front of your face. A simple design of a circle, a square and a triangle make your brows furrow, but before you can ask another question, you’re commanded to “open up, gorgeous” and the card is placed between your lips, effectively silencing you.

“It’s an invitation to a game, a series of games really, with cash prizes,” his hands smooth up and down your body, one teasing over your breast and making you moan- “But watching the way you bounced back from each hit today- you can’t blame me if I’m not intent on sharing you any time soon. Besides… there’s no guarantee you would have won those games, and where would be the fun in losing such a pretty little thing like you.”

He pulls away from you only to tug roughly at the leather wrapped around your wrists, forcing you to take a stumbled step backwards-

You realize you’ve reached his penthouse, and he’s all but dragging you after him by the hands that are tied behind your back with his own belt-

One more yank has you falling, ass making contact with a soft faux fur rug in the living area.

Despite the small cushioning, your collapse still hurts, and with your hands twisted behind you, the position is awkward- made even moreso when you have to angle your chin up just to meet the eyes of the man who’s had you at his mercy time and time again today-

“On your knees,” he instructs with a stern voice that has you scrambling to complete his command.

You can feel your skin blooming with heat and embarrassment as you struggle just to maneuver your legs under your body without the help of your hands, and it takes a few moments of obvious hardship before you’re settling into place with a sigh of effort.

“It’s cute how pathetic you look,” the man muses, reaching down to pat your head- “and pretty girl did it all with her pretty little mouth shut,” he grasps the card still held between your teeth, “but it’s time to open up again and go over some rules,” he slips it from your mouth, replacing the card with a thumb that once more finds the split in your lip, “because I’m nothing,” he continues, applying just enough pressure to have you whimpering in electric pain, “if not a man who upholds clear standards.”

When his touch leaves you, you miss it; the warmth, both gentle and searing.

You watch him eagerly, hanging on for his next word, but the man takes his time. He matches your gaze, then looks past you at the darkening skyline outside the floor to ceiling windows for a moment before returning his attention to you. “Be a good girl and stay seated and quiet for daddy while I go grab something, ok princess?”

An ‘okay daddy’ threatens to tumble out of you, but you catch it, instead giving a quick nod, doing your utmost to follow through with the ‘quiet’ part of his instruction.

The man in front of you returns your motion before heading into the room on your right.

You’re not sure how long he’s gone, because seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours with your hands behind your back and your pant clad knees digging into white furs.

Your heart is thundering loudly in your chest, and you swallow thickly, trying to even out your breathing, but when the man returns, your pulse takes off again.

He’s discarded his suit jacket, and rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, revealing strong forearms and veins that make your pussy throb at the thought of what his cock must look like-

“You know what this is.”

It’s a statement, made while holding a page of paper mere inches from your face.

It’s a true statement, you realize, as you scan over the document, and you nod in the affirmative.

“Speak,” he instructs.

“Yes sir,” you say quickly. “It’s a BDSM contract.”

“That’s correct pretty girl, and when you’re correct, you get rewards.”

He pulls a bill out of his pocket and tosses it down at you, watching the way it lands on your chest and slowly slips down off your breasts to the floor. There’s a moment of silence while you wiggle in the belt ensnaring your wrists, and then the man in front of you says, “Is there anything out of place in this contract? Anything… you’d like to discuss?”

The contract contains a general opener, and when you reach the duties of servitude, you pause.

“Read it out loud,” the man in front of you prompts.

You swallow thickly before following through with your clearest voice, trying to keep it steady even as your heart leaps to your throat, “Above all, the primary duty of this submissive is to please,” you start. “Personal duties include: attending to the physical and emotional needs of Mister Suh,” you stutter a little on the name written there, enjoying the taste of it, “behave in any manner he wishes, offer physical comfort, be obedient, honest and loyal, and” your voice cracks, “to be a conduit through which Mister Suh can release any and all emotions, be it anger or otherwise, while knowing that Mister Suh will be a fair and generous dominant in return.”

“You scared, baby?” he clicks his tongue, petting you like he had before, and this time, you can’t help but lean in to his touch, which makes him laugh, pulling his hand away. “I thought you wanted to be my good little pain slut. I thought you wanted to take everything I can give.”

“I do, sir, I just-” you whine, pouting up at him with your best doe eyes, “you’re going to break me, aren’t you?”

Mister Suh smiles like the cheshire cat. “Of course I am, but don’t worry, I’ll pick up all the pieces, put you back together, then I’ll do it all over again- and trust me angel, you’ll love every second of it, I promise.”

Your core throbs with need at the notion, and you press your thighs together, shifting on your knees desperately, lips parting-

“And if you don’t, you do have safe words, I’m not a complete animal,” the man in front of you says, tapping his finger near the bottom of the page where a simple ‘green, yellow and red’ safe word system is included in the contract.

“If you agree to these terms,” he says while your eyes scan the entirety of the contract again, “sign here,” he taps a blank line with the tip of a pen he’s procured from his pocket, and then he holds it out, cap end first, towards you.

You’re desperate at this point, needy and wetter beyond belief, so you eagerly grab the pen between your teeth, leaning forward and balancing in an attempt to sign the paper without using the hands still bound behind your back-

A bark of a laugh sounds above you.

“Never sign one of these without reading the fine print, pretty girl,” he says, tearing the pen from between your lips. “This is the first act of kindness I’ll show you as your dominant” he warns. “We’ll go over the contract in detail later, and there’s a whole form of kinks to go through, but for now, I’ll sign, as a show of... let’s call it good faith.”

He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your head to the side, and then he flattens the paper against the skin just below your collarbone, using your body as a backer for the pen that glides across the signature line.

“There,” he says when he’s done, setting the paper on the coffee table before returning his attention to you. “Now, what does the little whore sitting so patiently on her knees for daddy want first, huh?” He cups at your jaw, the pad of his thumb smoothing over your cheek bone. “Pain? Or pleasure.”

“Both,” you respond immediately, skin tingling with excitement.

He pulls his hand away from you and you watch the appendage, focused in on long, thick fingers- his palm alone is sized something like a ping pong paddle, and your heart jumps at the memory of how it had felt to be hit by him in the alleyway.

Mister Suh lets out a low sigh, and he shakes his head. “Look at you, getting all excited for this, what a pretty little pain slut.”

His hand makes contact with your cheek suddenly, and you gasp at the shockwaves that run through you-

Sharp heat blossoms on your skin-

“Open your eyes,” fingers grab at your chin again, and when you lift your lids - after relishing for just one moment longer in the pain - you find Mister Suh crouching in front of you, looking at you with an intense gaze. “Say thank you.”

“Thank you-”

You’re hardly able to whimper out the words before the beautiful man is smashing his mouth to yours, and once more, you’re overwhelmed by the contrasting feeling of pain and pleasure. Your lip stings where it was split earlier, and the man kissing you does so roughly.

His digits dig into your jaw, and his tongue invades your mouth, exploring, and forcing out a moan that leaves you uncensored.

The sound makes your new dominant grin, teeth grazing your lip unexpectedly-

A jolt runs through you, and the familiar metallic flavour of blood tinges on your periphery while you struggle in the belt bindings behind you, a wanton whine escaping your throat-

“Such a pretty mouth,” Mister Suh pulls away from you, standing once more to his full, towering height. “As soon as I saw it, I thought to myself, ‘huh, I know of at least one thing this whore’s pretty lips will be good for,’” he swipes a finger across the cut and you shiver, “I’m not wrong, am I, angel?”

“No sir,” you respond quickly, nearly tumbling over your own words, “you’re right- I’m such a good girl with my mouth- please let me show you how good I am-”

“I’m not stopping you,” the man above you grins.

And with his hands at his sides while your own are bound behind your back, he’s not going to help you either.

You shuffle forward on your knees, ignoring the friction of the carpet against your skin; you’re much too eager to get at Mister Suh’s cock to care about a bit of rug burn.

You’re not even really sure how you’re going to accomplish your task, but you launch into it with full determination, latching your mouth onto the button of his pants, fiddling with it between your teeth-

The man above you laughs, fingers threading through your hair, and the familiar feeling of warm shame washes over you, but you keep on, pressing your face into his lower abdomen like a wild animal trying to get at it’s prize-

When you get the button undone, a sound of triumph escapes you, and you practically burry your face in his crotch, searching for the zipper with your teeth-

“What a fucking cock whore,” the words are said with a groan that goes straight to your core, and you let out a whimper of affirmation while dragging his fly down-

“Oh my god-” you let out a choked sound when you realize just how big the man in front of you is- he’s straining against the front of his briefs, and you hurry to bite at the waistband, attempting to tear it down- but the briefs won’t budge- you whine desperately, thrashing your head-

“I’ve never seen anyone so eager to get her mouth stuffed,” the handsome man notes, giving a sudden, harsh push to your forehead that has your kneeling form nearly falling backwards, pain shooting up your arms as you struggle in the belt that binds your hands behind you.

You’re able to steady yourself, spreading your knees so you have a lower center of gravity, and when you look up at your dom again after your scramble, you find him holding his long, thick member out for you.

“Go on,” he prompts, shifting so his foot is between your legs, “and if sucking my cock is enough to have you almost gushing, you can use my shoe to get off. I won’t hold it against you.”

You try to sink down further, to reach the stupid, black, squeaky clean leather- but your pants pull tight across your thighs.

To make matters worse- you realize that if you were to grind on his dress shoe to reach an orgasm - that’s already embarrassingly close even though you’re mostly untouched - Mister Suh is so tall, you wouldn’t be able to reach his cock properly at the same time-

A deep laugh goes straight to your core, and it makes you think he knew the offer was a Catch 22 - a lose/lose - to begin with.

“Guess not.” He removes his foot, and with it, the notion of getting to cum. “Say ‘ah’.”

You think it must be the first time you see him really smile.

He looks down at you fondly while you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to await him.

Mister Suh takes a moment to simply tap himself against your wet muscle, eyes fixated with interest on the saliva beginning to coat him.

You’re in something like a lust fuelled haze, skin raising in temperature to match the increasing heat of your core as you accept the beautiful man’s cock past your lips.

A groan leaves you involuntarily at the mere size of him.

You close your eyes and try to open wider-

“While your mouth is full and your hands are tied, one noise from you will be a yes, and two will mean no or that you need to breathe, got it?”

You’re shocked by how smooth and unaffected his voice sounds while you suck on his cock, and you scramble to make one small whimper of affirmation-

“Louder.”

A hand grips the back of your head, holding you in place, and you let out a strangled whine that sounds clearly despite the fact that your mouth is stuffed full.

You open your eyes to look up at your dom and a tear of needy, pleasured, desperation rolls down your cheek.

“Look at you, taking me like a pro,” he grins down at you, beginning to thrust his hips, “and already crying from how good it feels, isn’t that right, gorgeous?”

You groan, eyes closing as a wave of pleasurable shame hits you the same time he hits the back of your throat-

“I hate to tell you this, baby,” the petname sends tingles erupting through you, and Mister Suh suddenly pulls you off his cock, leaving you sputtering and drooling- “but only little sluts cry for cock,” he sets the heaviness onto your tongue again, “so does this make you a little slut, baby?”

You’re teased by the near ability to talk, hindered only by what is now starting to feel akin to a paperweight of sorts on your tongue-

It’s the most you can do to let out your neediest whine of the night.

He laughs and you think he must be the prettiest man you’ve ever met. You’ve never seen someone transform so completely with a smile- and you want to do anything possible to get him to laugh like that again-

“You’ll agree to anything I want you to, won’t you, gorgeous?” he asks while slipping himself just past your lips again.

You moan, pushing your face forward in an attempt to get more of him in your mouth only to be tugged back by the hand still threaded in your hair.

“Remember your place, pretty slut, behaviour like that will cost you.”

The sudden shift in his energy has you grasping for a way to make it better, and you let out a whimper, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Yeah?” He looks down at you, amusement flashing across his features again. “You wanna see what happens if you do that again? If you touch or take without asking?”

You seal yourself into your own fate with one noise, and a moment later Mister Suh is tucking himself back into his pants and hauling you to your feet roughly by one arm.

Without any means of catching yourself, when the hard dom pushes you towards his couch, you end up nearly faceplanting, only half saved by the two hands on your waist.

Now in a somewhat supported bent over position, your pants are easy to tear off-

And they are; roughly.

“Step out of these,” he instructs, tugging at the fabric just as you’re getting your feet from being tangled-

Once again, you nearly fall flat, face pressed uncomfortably into the couch now. A gasp of effort leaves your lips as you struggle with your bound arms, and you can see your breath on the black leather cushions.

Pain sears through your limbs momentarily when you’re hauled to standing position again. The man behind you seems to enjoy using your bound wrists as a means to manuever your whole body, and each time, it hurts a little more.

The leather that enwraps your wrists is loosened before dropping off completely, and your heart thunders in your chest at the sudden freedom.

The massive man behind you turns you in his arms, and despite all the reasons he’s more of a restricting force than the belt, none of that matters, you’re completely lost in him- lost in the feeling of wanting to please, of needing him- lost in his brown eyes- so completely lost of any thought other than: want.

You latch onto the front of his shirt with a newly freed hand before you can even help yourself, shifting onto your tiptoes while looking up at him in an attempt to get closer-

He cups the side of your face with a warm palm, and it slips to the back of your skull, angling you just right for the lips that meet yours.

His other hand finds the small of your back, dragging you close and forcing you to arch your back while he kisses you firmly-

His teeth nip at the cut you keep forgetting you have, and you yelp, tearing away from him- but Mister Suh keeps you in his grasp, arms wrapped around you.

He grins, pulling away from the kiss, and then, brown eyes look deep into your own. “Didn’t I just tell you: no touching or taking without asking permission first?”

You feel like a bucket of ice water has been dumped on you - heart lurching in your chest at the realization you’d grabbed him for a kiss- and you immediately open your mouth to apologize- but your dom gives a small shake of his head.

“Don’t apologize just yet, pretty thing, or maybe I'll give you another five for speaking out of turn. Besides, there’ll be time for that soon enough.” He lets go of you, shifting his focus to your chest while taking a seat on the couch, “remove your tshirt then come lay over my lap.”

You’ve never taken a piece of clothing off so fast in your life, and the next thing you know, you’re laying your body down across his knees, teeth gnawing on your lip as you await what’s next.

“Ten slaps,” he tells you when warm fingers begin to knead at the flesh of your ass, exposed by the panties you’re wearing, “and you will count each slap before saying ‘I’m sorry, John.’ Do you understand?”

Your body shudders at the first mention of his name, and he notices, squeezing your ass harder in one of his large hands, reminding you that you need to respond-

“Yes, daddy-” you gasp, having grasped at straws for what title to give the man who’s already referred to himself in a number of different ways since you’d both arrived at his penthouse.

The low, satisfied hum you get as a response tells you that you’ve chosen well, and he gives you another firm squeeze before his hands removes itself from your bum.

You brace yourself for the first impact, and when it comes, you’re quick to recite “One! I’m sorry, John!”

There’s no verbal response, but you can hear him smile-

Another slap.

“Two! I’m sorry, John!”

“For what?” he asks while his hand comes down on your stinging flesh.

“Three!” you groan, letting your head fall forward, eyes closing while you wiggle on his lap. “I’m sorry John- for touching-”

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

Smack-

“Four! I’m sorry John, no, I couldn’t-”

“How many times should I make you cum as punishment?” his voice is teasing, but his palm is like a paddle and has you jolting in his lap a moment later.

“Five!” you nearly shout from the impact, and your entire body flushes with heat at the realization at what he’s just done, what he’s just made you say and agree to- “I’m sorry John, I-”

“Are you sure five is enough? It’s my first night with you after all- how about we make it…”

He pauses as if he’s contemplating a number, but his hand makes contact with your ass and you fill in the blank for him with a whimpered, “six, I’m sorry John-” that has him chuckling.

“I guess I have to make it six for my pretty little whore,” he says, kneading the stinging flesh that he’s just battered raw.

“Thank you,” you gasp, the words coming out on impulse while your toes curl with pleasure.

Warmth spreads through you from where he’s continuing to roughly grip at your sore skin. His palm is so large, and it’s hard not to think about his cock, which is poking into your side while you sit on his lap-

“You really are an obedient little thing, aren’t you?”

“Seven!” The slap had come unexpectedly, and you shiver at the sudden contact. “I’m sorry, John- yes, yes I’m so needy for you-”

“And you’re soaking through your panties,” he sounds amused, and then he rubs you through the fabric, making you mewl- “How embarrassing.”

This time, when he smacks you, it’s not your bum he hits.

Your entire body jolts at the foreign sensation of his hand impacting your pussy, and your legs quiver, closing instinctively-

“Ah ah ah,” John tuts, pinching at your inner thigh, “keep these open, and since you didn’t count, I’ll have to do this again. I hope you haven’t forgotten your place angel,” he teases, “or you’ll have to start from zero.”

When his hand slaps at your center, the first thing you do is bellow “Eight!” slumping your body over his legs and swallowing thickly from how good this all feels- “I’m sorry, John.”

“You took more hits than this earlier, gorgeous.”

You nearly moan at the way he continues to hit your core- “Nine, I’m sorry, John!”

“Honestly, sweetheart?” he laughs, hand coming down on you again, “your pussy says otherwise.”

“Ten!” you’re tingling with need, excitement running through you at the thought of what comes next, now that you’re done- “I’m really, terribly, horribly, extra sorry, John.”

You start to sit up in his lap, but a palm clamps onto the back of your neck and forces you down while the other massages your ass, which is still stinging.

“I didn’t say you could get up.”

Fingers moving to drag up against the sticky fabric keeping him from you.

A whimper escapes your lips.

You arch your back, pushing your ass up-

And you are rewarded by a soft groan, then your your panties being tugged to the side.

Two long digits sink into your wet heat, and you shift again in his lap, feeling the poke of his cock into your side once more.

“Sir?” you moan, torn between focusing on the fingers inside of you, and the cock that you wish was in their place.

“What could possibly be more important than this,” he asks, making emphasis by working you up even faster, curling his digits until you can hear your own wetness-

“I wanna touch you-” you gasp, balling your hands up into fists to resist grabbing at him-

“Well you have to wait,” he pulls his fingers out of you to smack at your ass. “A reward for my little pain whore,” John explains, “one slap to say good job for asking before grabbing at me again.”

“one- i’m sorry John- thank you John-” you whimper dumbly, resting your face against the leather couch and arching your back while his fingers work you achingly close to an orgasm- “Daddy!?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I cum?” Your toes are curling in an effort to hold off the waves of pleasure threatening to wash over you, and you dig your nails into your palms- “please-”

“You can cum.”

Your walls clamp down on rough fingers that are unrelenting, making you nearly scream from pleasure, trying not to writhe on his lap while he works you though a mind shattering release.

When he removes his hand from your core, there’s a moment of reprieve before it’s slapping down on your pussy again, causing shivers of overstimulation and heated pleasure to run through you-

“That’s one of six,” he says, putting your panties back in place. “Get up.”

“Daddy-” you whine, trying to follow through with his command only to end up on wobbly legs.

“Look at you,” he coos, pulling you between his knees and assessing your form from his seated position. Large hands smooth past your curves, and he traces your silhouette, paying close attention to the way you quiver when his fingers brush past the stinging spots on your ass. “You have no idea how pretty you are? Do you?”

“No sir,” you shake your head, emotion swelling in your chest while you shift from one foot to the other, skin blossoming with heat of another kind.

When John stands, you have to tilt your head just to look up at him, and he lets out a sigh, cupping your face with one hand and running his thumb over your cheekbone. “Guess i’ll have to show you.”

In one quick motion, the large man throws you over his shoulder, palm coming down on your ass with a smack when you wiggle in his grasp. “Relax,” he tells you, “i’ve hardly even started with you yet.”

You can’t believe the effect this man has on you, and you go limp in his arms, allowing John to carry you to his bedroom, where he sets you down on the foot of his bed.

The first thing you notice, as the tall man leaves you to grab a chair, is the massive mirror a few feet from the foot of his bed.

Your eyes find yourself, and you quickly assess the dazed out expression on your face before averting your gaze, embarrassment bubbling inside of you at how fucked out you already look-

“What’s wrong baby?” your dom asks, taking a seat in the chair he’s pulled up near the foot of the bed. “You don’t like looking at yourself like this?”

You fidget with your hands in your lap, swallowing thickly. “I just- I look so-”

“Needy?” he suggests, “perfect like a little, slutty, doll?”

You can’t help the small scoff that leaves you at his words, and you know you’re in trouble as soon as you’ve done it, because John reacts immediately, sitting up straight and narrowing his eyes.

“Open your legs,” he commands.

“Sir-”

“Don’t make me ask twice.”

You pull your knees apart, leaning back slightly against the bed for balance, and await your next instruction with your breath held.

“You’re going to sit there and touch yourself until you cum, and you’re going to watch yourself while you do it,” John tells you.

He relaxes in his chair.

Part of you wants to protest, but you remember what he’d said about asking twice, and you turn your gaze to the mirror.

“Lean back, and lift both of your knees closer to your chest, I want to see everything.”

You can’t help the small tremble that runs through you when you bring your fingers between your legs, gently running your index across your clit, and your lips part to release a sigh that has the man in front of you inching his chair closer.

“How’s it feel?”

“Good,” you rub yourself harder, eyes threatening to close from the pleasure that courses through you-

“Slip a finger inside,” he prompts, and you’re quick to follow through.

A groan leaves you and you pout, shifting your gaze from the mirror to the man next to it, “I’m so small compared to you-”

“I know baby,” John smiles, “if one finger isn’t enough, add another.”

Even with two fingers buried inside your cunt, you’re left missing the feeling of larger, rougher hands, and the annoyance you feel at only being able to enjoy your own, small digits, is written on your face.

A grunt of effort leaves your lips when you shift to allow your second hand to join the first, and you turn your wanton gaze to the man who’s watching you with blown pupils. “I want-” your voice catches as you collect the wetness that dripped from your core, pads of your fingers rubbing the fluid across your lower hole-

“You’re that desperate to be filled?” John clicks his tongue, eyes dark, then he stands, “go ahead baby, get that pretty little ass ready for me, and I’ll grab you something you can stuff it with.”

Your skin tingles at the idea of what’s to come, and a whimper escapes you when you slip the tip of your finger into your ass.

You have to admit, the visual is an exceptional one, and you find your eyes glued to the mirror as you begin thrusting your digits in and out of both of your holes-

John’s returned from the walk in closet, and instead of taking his seat next to the mirror, the large man easily situates himself behind you. Calloused hands find the back of your thighs, pulling you back to his chest while also spreading you out for the eager eyes that eat you up through the mirror.

Slotted between two fingers is a shiny metal buttplug, and you narrow in on the toy, lips parting to release a moan-

“Do you like this, gorgeous?” John asks, releasing one of your thighs in favour of bringing the plug just in front of your face.

You nod, leaning forward to capture the cool metal between your hot lips, and the man behind you relents, releasing the toy in favour of running his hand up and down your leg.

“Dirty whore,” John muses, pressing a kiss to the column of your throat that heavily contrasts the harshness of his words, and you add a second finger to your ass, stretching out your hole so it can accommodate the plug-

“Look at you,” he continues, gripping your jaw and forcing your face forward, “you’re not going to even need lube if you keep dripping like this, kitten,” his breath is hot against your neck and the two of you let out sounds of pleasure while you watch the glossy, wet coated fingers you’re so desperately pushing inside of yourself-

Your drooling around the butt plug wedged in your mouth, and a glob of spit lands on your chest, making you moan even louder.

The dominant behind you lets out a chuckle, pressing a kiss to your shoulder while his hands find the clasp of your bra.

“Cum for me baby,” he instructs as he pinches your newly exposed nipple, tweaking it deliciously, “cum on those pretty little fingers of yours, and then you can have your plug.”

You throw your head back against John’s shoulder, muscles straining as you finger fuck yourself over the edge. Sounds of pleasure escape you as the man behind you continues his onslaught of your boobs, large hands anchoring you while you writhe against him, orgasm washing over you like harsh waves of a sea storm.

“That’s two of six,” John hums, voice sending vibrations that go straight to your core as he wraps you tighter in his embrace, trapping you to his chest. His lips are almost gentle as they press kisses here and there, one on your pulse point, and one directly below your ear before nippling a little at your lobe. “Are you going to take your pretty little fingers out of your pretty little pussy or am i going to have to remove them for you?”

A small “oh,” leaves your lips, and a you adjust the plug into your cheek, pulling your hands away from your core.

Your right wrist is caught in a tight grip, and with his other hand, John grasps the jewelled plug, tugging it from your mouth.

“Here,” he brings your slick covered digits to your lips to replace the toy, “clean yourself off for me.”

You groan as you accept your fingers past your teeth, tongue collecting your essence while John adjusts you in his lap.

“Look at you,” he coos, eying your nude form through the mirror while dragging the butt plug through your pussy lips, coating the shiny metal in your slick, “my good little whore.”

The tip of the plug circles your lower entrance, and you moan with need, sucking harder on your own fingers while you watch your reflection. The cool metal of the toy sends a shiver of delight through you as John plays with your hole, stretching you out until a small push on the jewel has you gasping and the metal plug sinking into your heat.

“There you go,” John breathes, pressing two fingers to the hilt of the plug and applying pressure that has you gripping onto his knee with your free hand while you moan around the digits in your mouth.

“Give me this,” the man behind you is quick to grap your wrist again, pulling your fingers away from your lips to join his at your core.

His palm practically envelopes the back of your hand, and his middle and ring finger apply pressure to your own, pushing all four digits into your wet heat-

“Daddy-” you mewl at the feeling, mewl at the fact that he’s showing you how to finger fuck yourself- and damn, when he crooks his fingers, forcing your middle digit into the spot that has you gasping, you practically scream from the realization that he’s going to make you cum like this-

“Feels good?” the man behind you is smiling, you can hear it on his voice, even as he pushes your fingers into your core, his pinkie stretching down to apply pressure to the plug wedged in your ass while the other hand flattens on your abdomen, keeping you from wiggling too much-

All you can do is moan, whimpering “i’m gonna-” as a warning that only seems to spur John on, his free hand slipping down just enough for him to press to fingers to your clit-

“Cum for me.”

He makes it sound so simple… and with him, it is.

Your walls clamp down on the two sets of fingers, and the plug in your ass sends extra stimulation that has you nearly shaking from pleasure, legs threatening to close as waves of ecstasy wash over you.

You can’t even help the way your fingers continue to fuck into yourself, moved not by you, but by Johnny, who’s digits reach deeper than your own, stroking past the spot that keeps you on edge longer than you thought possible-

“John-” you whimper, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks while you remain trapped in hot pleasure-

“Did I say you could call me by my name?” he pulls his hand away from your core and your legs twitch at the loss, your eyes opening and your chest lurching with realization that you’d made a blunder.

“I-”

“No, daddy,” he growls, palm making sharp, stinging contact with your inner thigh.

“No, daddy,” you repeat, wiggling in his lap and pushing your chest out, eager to be touched again-

The man behind you pinches your nipple, earning a gasp while you lean against him, resting the back of your head on his shoulder-

“Daddy-” you whine louder, lips ghosting along the underside of his jaw-

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

“I want-” you grind back against his crotch, able to feel his cock pressing up against his pants- “i want you to fill me up-”

“Like this?” his hand is between your legs a moment later, two fingers easily slipping into your wet core, crooking up and making you gasp-

“No-” you whimper, “I want-” you bunch your hand in the fabric of his pants by his knee, rubbing your ass against him-

“I’m not sure you can take me just yet,” John breathes, hot breath running over your neck and leaving goosebumps in their wake, “look,” his eyes latch onto your core through the mirror, “you can barely take three fingers-”

It’s true, you’re still sensitive from three orgasms, and your pussy immediately tightens around the third foreign intrusion, squelching around John’s digits in a way that leaves your skin searing with embarrassment.

“I can-” you insist, which only earns you a rough crook of John’s digits, drawing a sinful moan from your lips.

“You’ll cum like this to prove it to me,” John tells you, shifting at your back.

He keeps his fingers buried in your cunt while he removes himself from being behind you, coming to stand in front of you at the foot of the bed. “Lay down,” he instructs, eyes taking in your form hungrily while his digits continue to move in and out of your sopping hole.

While his right hand works you close and closer to another orgasm, his left palm flattens on your lower abdomen, anchoring you to the bed right before John’s motions pick up speed. His fingers thrust into you at a pace that has you nearly screaming, legs attempting to close around the man solidified between your thighs.

Deep, brown eyes watch you intently when you fall over the edge for a fourth time, muscles clamping down on digits that expertly work you through a body numbing high.

You can feel the wet on your skin, and with your eyes closed and waves of pleasure coursing through you, a voice in the distant corners of your mind is telling you what John confirms a moment later, “you squirted, pretty girl,” fingers pull away from your cunt only for his hand to land on your pussy with a loud, wet, slap a moment later, “should we see if you can do that again?”

“Daddy-” you whine, legs closing only for them to be torn open again by John’s large, rough hands. “Please-” you writhe on the sheets while the man towering over you begins to undo the buttons on the front of his dress shirt.

John is big, but nothing could have prepared you for the ridges of hardened muscle that await you as soon as his shirt is removed, and your jaw goes slack just looking at him.

“Well that shut you up,” the beautiful man muses.

“You’re so-” you make an attempt to sit up, reaching out for the waistband of his pants only for John to push you back down against the bed.

“I’m so what?” John teases as he pulls his thick cock out, fist wrapping around the shaft and pumping it a few times while his eyes eat up your form.

“Big-” you gasp when his left hand makes contact with your inner thigh, grasping at your flesh before dragging you down the short distance to the foot of the mattress, “and sexy-”

The silky sheets of his bed are bunched beneath you, captured under the body your dominant manhandles with ease-

John’s large hand smooths against your inner thigh, pressing your leg closer to your chest, spreading you open for him. His thumb finds the base of the plug wedged in your ass, and he applies pressure to the small jewel, shifting the toy and earning a moan that spills out of you.

“I still don’t think you’re ready for me,” the massive man muses, pushing his hips forward so he can drag the head of his cock through your pussy lips.

“I am,” you insist, fighting the urge to grab at him. “Can I touch you? Please, daddy?”

John lets out an amused grunt. “You can touch.”

You immediately go for the biggest prize in the room, fingers wrapping around his shaft, only for you to find them unable to meet due to his girth-

You whimper desperately, hips wiggling, deciding to cup his cock to your core while you look for friction again-

One small thrust has John’s cock sliding through your wetness to nudge your clit, and more sounds of needy pleasure escape you-

He repeats the motion, looking down at you with an amused expression while both hands apply pressure to the backs of your thighs, spreading you out-

“You like that baby?” the cocky man asks, gaze shifting to the view of your small hand cupping at the cock he’s rocking past your hole- “Look at you,” he laughs, “still so fucking wet-”

You are. So embarrassingly soaked-

And in your lust driven brain fog, you decide to show John just how soaked you are: this time, when he thrusts, you apply the slightest bit of direction with your slick covered hand, angling your hips up just so- and his cock drives straight into your needy pussy.

The sound that escapes you is something between a whine, moan, and scream, bubbling out of you at the sudden stretch-

You grasp onto John’s forearms, and the man above you is an anchor, keeping still while your walls struggle to adjust around him.

“Told you you weren’t ready,” he tuts, shifting his hips-

Another noise of struggled pleasure leaves you and you dig your nails into strong, veiny forearms- “daddy-”

“Little pain slut,” he says, in a shockingly affectionate manner, his thumb finds your clit while he pulls nearly all the way out of you only to press back in, “I keep forgetting you like to be broken.”

You can’t form words, can only whimper in affirmation, grabbing at the sheets to twist them into knots to match the feeling building in your stomach-

“My pretty girl,” he says in a patronizing tone, “nearly cumming and i’m not even fully inside of her yet.”

You moan loudly, looking down to where your bodies connect, and you find he’s telling the truth.

“You still think you can take it, princess?” your dom laughs.

He just makes you want to prove you can take him even more- and you swallow thickly, nodding. “Yes- John, please-”

“John?” At first his expression is stoney - this is the second time you’ve made this blunder after all - then he laughs, “okay.”

His next motions are quick, he pulls out of you and flips you over, getting you into a doggy position while joining you on the bed, which dips under his weight.

“If you wanted to be fucked like a whore, you should have just asked,” he says, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance while his thumb finds the jewel in your ass.

“Please-” you whine, pressing your face into the sheets and bunching the fabric in your hands, anticipating the pleasure to come-

A slap echoes through the room, and the searing pain on your left ass cheek has you whimpering.

“One, I’m sorry, John,” you say instinctively, remembering the script he’d given during the spanking earlier.

“Sure you are,” comes his dry response, and then he pushes into you, hands grasping your hips in a vice grip that tells you you’re finally about to have what you want-

And John doesn’t disappoint. The pace he finds is fast, powerful, and honestly? A little brutal; hands pulling your hips back to meet his own with each hard thrust.

Skin on skin is a sound that’s so sinful, and it fills your ears, along with low grunts that are driving you crazy-

Every near pull out makes you feel so empty- only to be filled again, and each time, you’re just as shocked at the sheer size of the man behind you-

“Fuck,” John groans, “I can feel this cute little butt plug every single time I-” he adjusts his hips slightly, giving you a shallow thrust that makes the toy inside of you shift-

“Daddy!” you scream, pussy throbbing- “you’re too big-”

“Are you going to cum like this, princess?” the condescending smile is audible at this point, “like a dirty whore? Struggling on my thick cock while I play with this toy in your ass?”

Another smack has you reeling, reciting “two, I’m sorry, John,” before confirming, “I’m sorry I’m a dirty whore-” you groan, cutting off your own blabber when he presses on the plug, “struggling- struggling on your big cock- God-”

“There’s no God here baby,” he thrusts into you even harder, “just me.”

Your pussy clamps down on his length, a strangled scream torn from your chest while John tears your orgasm from you.

“So full-” you gasp, writhing in your dominant’s grasp-

You feel pressure, and a moment later, there’s a tug on the butt plug that removes it from you, giving you a moment of reprieve from the feeling of intense fullness-

But then John is pushing - what must be at least eight inches - back into your core, flattening his body over your back while growling, “lay flat,” in your ear.

You do as you’re told, sinking down onto your stomach, and he fucks you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, each thrust making the bed shake, your form crushed under his own.

And when your pussy finally stops fluttering around him, he slows.

You’re so overwhelmed by five orgasms that all you can do is lay there, trying to catch your breath.

Behind you, John pulls out of your core, adjusting your legs closed-

“Fuck,” two hands land on your ass, squeezing and making you gasp, arching your back-

“Daddy-” you gasp, breathless and a little light headed-

“I know, gorgeous,” you’re shocked by the feeling of his lips pressing a chaste kiss to your stinging flesh- and a moment later his teeth sink into your skin, making you squeal- “I still owe you one more,” his voice is low and he steadies himself over you again, lining his cock up with your entrance. “And this position,” he kisses your shoulder while pushing into you, annunciating each of his next words with a thrust, “is going to make your cute little pussy feel even fucking tinier-”

“Oh my god!” You practically squeal at the feeling of his large cock sheathing deep into your core, and the hand pressing into the small of your back keeps you pinned to the bed, unable to do anything but take everything John is giving you-

“Feels good, right, baby?” he applies more pressure to your back, and your arch your ass up towards him in response; which only helps him drive into you even deeper-

“Tell me,” the man behind you growls, pace becoming rougher than you’d ever thought possible-

“Feels so good-” you blurt out, panting with your face half buried in the sheets, “holy shit, you’re so big-”

“That’s all you can keep saying, huh?” he chuckles darkly, and a moment later, two large fingers are being shoved between your lips, thumb pressing against your jugular while he uses your jaw kind of like an anchor- “Big.”

“Mmmm,” you moan loudly around his digits, nearly intelligible; “yes, daddy!”

“And you’re gushing around me already,” John clicks his tongue, flattening himself across your back while his cock glides in and out of you-

In you delirium, you’re reminded a little of a slip and slide… if the soaked skin of your inner thighs and walls of your pussy were the slide and Johnny’s large cock was the thing having a ridiculously lubed joyride-

“So big-” you find yourself repeating, reaching behind yourself to grab at your ass, spreading yourself so John can dive his cock into entirely new depths-

“Fuck-” his loud groan contends with your scream of pleasure- “just like that-”

His hot mouth finds the place where your neck meets your shoulder, both hands grasping your hips now as he pistons into you with a vigour like never before-

It’s the most you can do to let out increasingly pitchy noises of pleasure- teetering just on the edge of what you know is going to be your biggest orgasm of the night-

“Cum for me baby,” John’s teeth graze your skin and you twitch at the stimulation, “squeeze my cock like a good little cock whore-”

The feeling that washes over you when you cum is overwhelming. It tingles from the tips of your toes to the top of your head and has you grasping at the bed sheets, eyes clenched shut-

It doesn’t help that John continues to fuck you through it all, despite your cunt thrumming around him, squeezing so tight-

He lets out a deep groan when he follows you to cloud nine, pressing all the way into you before his hips stutter, jerking at the intensity of his own high-

Everything is too much, the weight of him on your back, the heat of his skin and the wet feeling between your thighs-

Your body is exhausted from six orgasms, and in the wake of John’s, it gives up: your eyes closing as much needed rest takes you.

Epilogue:

You look down at the salesman’s sleeping face. He’s handsome, especially when he’s peaceful like this, and with his chest exposed in the moonlight, part of you wants to lick him instead of leave him-

But the invitation card in your hand is too enticing, with its circle, triangle and square on one side, and a phone number on the other.

A way to earn money through games like the ddakji John had played with you-

The sleeping man had been so sure of his control over you, that he’d slipped up; the unsigned bdsm contract is proof of the hole in his seemingly perfect dominant exterior.

All it had taken was a bit of blundering, a bit of pretending to be eager to sign even if he made you sign with the pen in your mouth because your hands were still bound- and he’d forgotten all about the legalities of the binding contract. He’d taken the cock drunk look of desperation in your eyes as confirmation that he owned you, piece of paper be damned.

But a man like him should know - as he’d been smart enough to know initially by offering you money in the first place - that you’re eager to make something for yourself, and he should have realized, that no matter how attractive a man he was, you were going to choose game money and freedom over the captivity and by-proxy wealth he’d offered you.

Besides, he’d fucked you real good... you’ll be back after the games with enough cash to feel more secure- he can stand to wait a while, and you’re kind of excited for whatever punishment leaving will bring.

with one final look at the odd card in your hand, your mind is made up, and you leave a note for the man asleep in his room explaining that you’ll be back.

While exiting his home, you can’t help but consider what would have happened if John had held the reigns a little tighter last night and cuffed you to the bed- or if he’d been maybe lighter sleeper and caught you as you’d crawled from under the warm duvet-

but as the elevator takes you down to the lobby, where a masked man meets you outside and helps you into a van, none of the what if’s matter anymore, because your path has been chosen, and you’re locked in tight to your seat before the cab fills with smoke, and for the second time in twelve hours, you’re passing out.

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p1nkey3 · 2 years

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i don’t get why everytime I read a

gong yoo x reader (salesman, Han yunjae),

the reader’s always gotta be a helpless 18 year old

in debt, American, innocent and looking for a sugar daddy..

can y’all change it up? cuz at this point, it’s making gong yoo look bad…

#silent sea #gong yoo #salesman squid game x reader #salesman squid game #please god I just want to read gong yoo getting pegged #it’s embarrassing #slander

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ladyqueendrag · 7 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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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 5 months

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If the squid games fandom is still alive pls send me request 😔💞

#squid game imagines #squid game x y/n #squid game #salesman x reader

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broken-ghost · 2 years

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Inbox is Open for Requests!

I typically write female reader out of habit so if you would prefer gender neutral or male reader please specify and you got it !

Fluff, Angst, Smut, I’m open for anything.

All requests welcome but if you are looking for prompts here’s the Latest Prompt List: First Kiss Prompts

Masterlist

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Fandoms/Characters I write for:

Stranger Things: Jim Hopper, Dmitri Antonov, Joyce Byers, Murray Bauman, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Alexei Smirnoff

Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Thranduil, Legolas, Elrond, Boromir, Kili, Fili, Bofur, Aragorn, Celeborn, Bilbo, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Eowyn, Arwen

Obey Me!: Lucifer, Diavolo, Mammon, Beelzabub

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul: Hank Schrader, Lalo Salamanca, Nacho Vargo, Jesse Pinkman, Howard Hamlin, Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman

Game of Thrones: Jamie Lannister, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Jorah Mormont, Sandor Clegane, Tormund Giantsbane, Stannis Baratheon, Bronn of the Blackwater, Gendry Baratheon, Jaqen H'ghar (This is the only fandom I’m open to writing character x character pairings in so feel free to send those as well)

The Boys: Homelander, Queen Maeve, Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy, Mother’s Milk, Frenchie

Squid Game: Seong Gi-hun, Cho Sang-woo, Hwang Jun-ho, Sae-byeok, Jang Deok-su, Salesman, Front Man

The Hollows/Rachel Morgan Series: Trent Kalamack, Rachel Morgan, Ivy Tamwood, Algaliarept “Al”, Rynn Cormel, Stanley Saladan, Kisten Felps, David Hue

#fan fiction #stranger things fanfiction #the lord of the rings fanfiction #the hobbit fanfiction #Tolkein FanFiction #obey me fanfiction #better call Saul FanFiction #breaking bad fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #the hollows FanFiction #the hollows reader insert #squid game FanFiction #squid game reader insert

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comegetyallvitamins · 2 years

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𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀ ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ/ᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ

⌦ genre: smut, fluff

⌦ pairing: cho sang-woo x fem!reader, seong gi-hun x fem!reader, ali abdul x fem!reader, jang deok-su x fem!reader, hwang jun-ho x fem!reader, pink guards x fem!reader, in-ho(frontman) x fem!reader, the salesman x fem!reader, kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

⌦ summary: part of squid game reaction series- you give them a blowjob/eat them out

⌦ requested: no

⌦ WARNINGS: smut, oral fixation, oral cock warming, oral sex (m.f.receiving), 69, sloppy blowjob, masturbation, facial, cum swallowing, voyeurism, public oral sex, road head, age gap, dubcon (for the salesman's part) pervy yandereish salesman, mentions of stalking, degradation, praise, sir/daddy/master kink, mentions of anal/dp, gangbang idk what else

⌦ word count: -

⌦ 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃, 𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃, 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙹𝙾𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

MINORS DNI PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE REMEMBER, THERE ARE WARNINGS AND A KEEP READING FOR A REASON. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THESE KIND OF FICS PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN ACTIONS!

①②⑧ ᴄʜᴏ ꜱᴀɴɢ-ᴡᴏᴏ ①②⑧ (663 words)

your knees collided with the hardwood floor of yours and sang-woo's shared apartment, the bruises sure to appear in a couple hours not bothering you in the least; all that was running through your mind right now was the urge to have sang-woo's dick balls deep down your throat.

he'd just been sitting at the dining table going through his paperwork when you had waddled down the stairs, hands covered by your long sweater sleeves and eyes bleary from just having woken up.

it was some ungodly time at night but you found it hard to sleep when you weren't wrapped cozily in sang-woo's arms, tossing and turning in your light sleep until you'd given up and ventured downstairs to wait with sang-woo till he had finished his work.

you had greeted him with a quick kiss to his lips which he returned, still completely immersed in the papers, before making your way to the couch that was sat across from the dining table and laying down so you could admire his side profile as he worked. this was a regular occurrence unfortunately, you waiting up for him.

usually you just fell into a light sleep as the sound of pen on paper and rustling sounded throughout the home until you'd be woken up by sang-woo carrying you into your bedroom. tonight however, you couldn't help but notice how good sang-woo looked.

his thick thighs that were covered by his fancy dress pants almost made you drool, god you wanted to ride them until they were covered in your slick. his sleeves were pushed up his arms exposing his strong forearms to your greedy gaze, you remembered how they tensed up and how his veins popped out when he fucked his fingers into you with all of his might. it made your core throb wildly when you remembered how just this morning he had eaten you out until you had to roughly push his head away from your abused cunt because you couldn't take anymore.

you couldn't return the favour then as he had to rush to work, but there's nothing stopping you now. well nothing except his damned work. he's very focused and rarely lets things distract him when he is working but you were sure you could change that. and plus, he deserves a break.

so despite the tiredness fogging your brain, you sluggishly got up from the comfortable couch and made your way to sang-woo's hunched-over figure. he was so focused on his oh so important work he didn't even notice you plopping carelessly down onto the floor and crawling under the wood table, stopping once you were in front of him and perching on your knees.

sang-woo only realized you were under the table when he felt your small hands fumbling to undo his belt and pull his zipper down, leaning back in his chair so he could see you in front of him.

"and what are you doing, little one?" sang-woo's deep voice broke through the silence, chuckling when you jumped a bit and peeked up at him with big eyes from between his long legs.

"i'm repaying you for this morning, sir." you said innocently, pulling his pants down just enough for his hardening cock to rest against his toned stomach. you looked up at him while resting your head on his thigh, giving a light kiss to the underside of his shaft. you were happy to finally have his attention, and his cock in your mouth honestly.

one of sang-woo's hands came down to gently move some of your hair away from your face as you eagerly took his tip into your mouth, humming happily against his cock when the taste of his pre-come hit your tongue. sang-woo's head tipped back, hands knotting into your hair he groaned out a 'good girl' when you took him all the way into your throat, not even gagging when his tip hit the back of your throat. he had trained you so well. (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

④⑤⑥ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢ ɢɪ-ʜᴜɴ ④⑤⑥ (822 words)

it was early in the morning, the sound of birds chirping and light snores filling the golden hued room. you had been awake for a little while, unsure of what had woken you up but grateful none the less as it allowed you to admire gi-hun as he slept peacefully, features lit up beautifully in a soft glow due to the morning light that streamed through the curtains.

it made love and admiration bubbled up inside of you to see him like this, so calm, so at peace. gi-hun had gone through a lot in his life but now things had gotten better, he had a good relationship with his daughter mother and sang-woo. he had also gained two daughters; them being sae-byeok and ji-yeong who you both speak to almost daily. he had gained friends in ali and strangely enough, jun-ho and deok-su. everyone was safe and happy, he was happy.

oh he was more than happy, you could tell from the way the blanket tented near his hips. how did you not see that before? taking one more glance at his face before you helped him with his problem, you knew why you hadn't noticed his painfully obvious boner. simply because he was too pretty. nuff said.

you shuffled over to his side of the bed, resting on your knees between his legs and laying down on your tummy. you hastily moved the blanket away from gi-hun's body so you would have access to do as you please, the both of you having agreed a while ago that this was something you were one hundred percent fine with either doing.

gi-hun's morning wood slapped up against his stomach as you pulled his boxers down, making him stir and grumble lightly in his deep slumber. you giggled quietly when you saw his hand move up to groggily itch his nose, head turning before his snores resumed once again.

your hand looked small as it wrapped around his large dick, tugging the smooth skin up and down slowly while you admired his pretty cock.

gi-hun let out a little whine when you licked a bold stripe up one of the prominent veins on his long cock, leaving spit shining in its wake before you took his red tip into your mouth and sucked gently.

this seemed to knock gi-hun out of his deep sleep, eyes fluttering open to be greeted with the soft morning glow lighting up your shared bedroom and you nestled between his legs looking so damn happy with yourself as you happily slurped at his rock hard cock.

"good morning sunshine." you pulled your swollen lips off of his cock with a 'pop', still pumping him with your hand as you greeted the sleepy man who didn't seem to register what was happening just yet.

to be honest, there's nothing you adore more than waking gi-hun up with a nice blowjob, the sight of his sleep glazed eyes and the way his hips would gently rock with the bobs of your head as desperate raspy whines left his mouth never failed to fill you with unfiltered lust and love for the man laid out before you.

"mmm, morning my sweet girl," gi-hun's deep morning voice muttered to you, sleepy eyes connected with yours in a sweet gaze as you went back to slowly suckling his cock, "you having fun down there?"

humming against his cock, you nodded as best as you could while you were sensually taking half of his shaft down your throat causing gi-hun's hips to buck gently into your mouth.

he was always more sensitive in the morning, something about the intimacy and pure love that buzzed between you both made gi-hun feel like a horny teenage boy that could cum just from the sight of boobs all over again, despite him being half your age.

the grogginess was still ebbing away at him as his hands reached down tangling his long fingers into your hair to gently help guide your mouth up and down his throbbing length, not having it in him to be rough this early in the morning and just wanting to appreciate the feeling of your wet mouth wrapped snuggly around his cock.

after minutes of lazily bobbing up and down gi-huns dick, you felt his grip tighten in your hair and his soft thrusts into your mouth get more desperate the closer he got to coming.

his eyes squeezed shut and he bit his lip hard as his orgasm hit him, long white ribbons of cum spurting from his twitching cock and straight into your awaiting mouth, you were sure to swallow every drop before pulling away with one last soft kiss to his sensitive cock.

"are you alright old man?" gi-hun was panting with one arm thrown over his eyes as he came down from his high, a blissed out smile on his face and more than ready to cradle you in his arms and fall into a peaceful sleep after the mind numbing orgasm you had given him.

"oh i'm more than alright, angel. c'mere and cuddle this old man."

(⌒_⌒ ; ) i am so very soft for this man

①⑨⑨ ᴀʟɪ ᴀʙᴅᴜʟ ①⑨⑨ (451 words)

soft giggles were escaping from ali's plush lips as you kissed down his body, in turn causing you to giggle along with him though trying to be as quiet as you could so you didn't alert anyone to your crude activities. apparently ali was ticklish, who knew.

"shhh, we need to be quiet baby." you said through giggles while trying to calm yourself and him down, it was hard to do however when it made you so happy to see ali's bright smile and happy eyes.

"i'm trying but your lips are tickling me." ali had to slap a hand over his mouth when you disappeared under the thin blanket that covered you both, laying down between his legs and pulling his length out once you were completely submerged underneath.

you had snuck over to ali's bed once you were sure everyone else was asleep, or at least you were hoping they were, as you had been doing since the second night of the game. at first it was purely innocent, you would lay next to each other and quietly tell each other about yourselves but eventually it escalated into cuddling, which then further escalated into you riding ali in the pitch black room, since then it had been a routine for you to come over to his bed every night once it was deemed safe.

his hips bucked up erratically when you shoved his whole cock into your mouth while your hand played with his heavy balls, his reaction was almost comical with the way his mouth dropped wide open and his back arched from the bed with a cute little whimper.

the reaction made you smile around his cock as you leisurely sucked him off, wanting to take your time pleasing him because in here any day could be your last so you wanted to savour every moment that you got with ali.

"mmph- baby it feels so good." his voice was whiney and muffled beneath his hand when he spoke, he could never not talk during these times, just wanting to praise you and let you know how good you're making him feel.

he couldn't see you but he could see your figure under the blanket bobbing up and down, sometimes pulling off to suck at his balls or to place loving little kisses all over his cock, both made his toes curl and eyes squeeze shut.

in your little love sick bubble neither of you noticed just how loud you really were, disturbing those on the edge of sleep and those still awake every night with your noises. no one said anything however, letting you have your own little slice of heaven in this fucked up place.

①⓪① ᴊᴀɴɢ ᴅᴇᴏᴋ-ꜱᴜ ①⓪① (654 words)

"deok-suuu," your needy whines resonated throughout the small car as deok-su drove through the dark and desolate streets, one of his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly and the other resting lovingly on your upper thigh while you drive home from date night.

the intimate touch turned you on more than it should have, you could already feel your juices soaking through your panties from the feeling of his cold rings against your skin.

"what little one, why do you keep whining like a brat huh?" deok-su knew what you wanted, the tone of your voice when you whined out for him and the way you were squirming in your seat was a dead giveaway but he wanted to hear the lewd words fall from your lips.

"i want to suck your cock." you stated very bluntly, knowing deok-su would never turn you down or judge you. he had long ago taught his little slut to express her wants and desires so he could fulfil them all. plus, he had taught you most of what you knew about sex and sex related things. before you had met deok-su you were just a pretty little innocent thing, waiting for him to come along and make you his dirty whore.

thus when you met and he had introduced you to all the sexual things you were missing you had quickly become addicted, craving his cock every second of the day, just craving any part of him really. so you really had no shame telling him what you wanted, it also helped that he loved hearing slutty words leave your pretty lips.

"oh, you want to suck my dick huh? is that why you've been squirming in your seat like a desperate whore all night?" deok-su mockingly spat at you, purposely trying to get you flustered though you were far beyond getting embarrassed by now, head way too fogged up with the need for him. "well get to it then, show your daddy how much you need his cock."

in your excitement and determination to get to his cock, you managed to hit your head lightly on the steering wheel making deok-su to chuckle yet not caring in the least as all you wanted to do was get his pants and boxers out of the way so you could pull his dick out and please this fine ass man like he's never been pleased before.

you sloppily unbuckled deok-su's belt and zipper, pulling his thick cock out and with absolutely no hesitation at all you took his cock as far down your throat as you could, choking yourself on it harshly causing deok-su to swerve the car for a split second.

"damn little lady, are you tryin' to make me crash this car doing that shit to me, holy fucking shit." deok-su breathed out incredulously, although despite his words he wasn't complaining at all in fact he held your head down for several seconds, a primal growl leaving his mouth as he felt your throat spasm wildly around his cock.

"you know what little one, since you want to be a brat just to get your slutty lips around daddy's dick, why don't you keep my cock warm for the rest of the ride just like this eh?" he roughly jerked your head up and down his cock a few times by the makeshift ponytail he had gathered in his free hand before he smooshed your face against his lower stomach, his length buried all the way down your throat making an outline of his cock bulge through your throat.

it made it more difficult for deok-su to focus on driving with your warm throat hugging his dick but he managed, the thought of what he would do to you at home stopping him from pulling over and ruining you on the side of the road no matter how bad he wanted to.

⓪⑥⑦ ᴋᴀɴɢ ꜱᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ⓪⑥⑦ (613)

you could taste sae-byeok's sweet juices on your tongue as you greedily devoured her pussy, the crude slurping sounds making your pussy throb even more than it already was with sae-byeok's tongue buried deep inside your tight hole.

your body was laid over sae-byeok's sprawled out figure, both of your knees planted on either side of her head which was buried between your thighs, similar to the way your head was locked tightly between her slim thighs.

trying to recall how you had ended up in this position was a blurry memory, all you remember was laying on your bed next to sae-byeok while you two casually watched netflix and then you saw her absentmindedly chewing her gorgeous plump bottom lip and suddenly all you could think about for the rest for the rest of the movie was seeing her lips shine from your juices.

sae-byeok could always tell what you were thinking though you always tried to hide it, could always know what was running through your pretty little head with a mere glance at your face because she knew you. she had spent most of her life standing right by your side, she had learned all of your likes and dislikes, all of your little tells and she had quickly picked up on your perverse thoughts as she always did.

so in true sae-byeok fashion she made a show of rolling off of your bed, striped naked and sprawled herself out on your bed with a smug smile all the while you had gapped at her like she had just curb stomped your mother.

the seductive spread of her legs and the uttered command of "come here" was enough to knock you out of your shocked state, quickly jumping off of your bed and shedding your clothes as fast as you humanly could before trying to crawl between her parted legs, however they snapped shut before you could reach the prize hidden between them.

"no," she muttered out lowly, a dark smirk growing on her full lips, "i want to do something different this time."

and that was how you had ended up in the iconic 69 position with sae-byeok, lapping at each others pussy with the vibrations from the moans leaving both of your mouths driving you both closer and closer to your highs.

you were practically humping her face like a bitch in heat at this point, though she wasn't much better with the way she was bucking up into your mouth and gripping onto your thighs like a lifeline as you sucked her clit relentlessly. she tasted so fucking good on your tongue, her fingers fucking into your soaked pussy mixed with her tongue licking at your clit felt so euphoric it pushed you head first into an intense orgasm that consumed your whole body.

the taste of your juices exploding onto her tongue and your mouth sloppily lapping at her pussy mid orgasm triggered sae-byeok to cum, spurts of clear liquid unexpectedly gushing from her pussy into your mouth and covering the bed, your face and her thighs. your moans mixed together in the small hot room, still lapping at the others pussy while you came down from your highs.

"dude, you squirted!" you squealed excitedly, hastily hopping off of sae-byeok's relaxed body and plopping yourself between her legs so you could clean off her juices as she blushed, covering her face with her forearms to hide her flustered state from you.

she was too damn smart for her own good and you were to damn horny for your own, but that's what you loved most about her as it lead to situations such as this one.

⊕⊕⊕ ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴏ ⊕⊕⊕ (983 words)

jun-ho was gently holding onto your hair as you bobbed your head up and down his cock, shoving as much of it down your throat as you could without sputtering all while you stared into each others eyes with a shared loving intensity.

seeing as you were 6 months pregnant, your sex drive was through the roof right now. every second of the day you were craving jun-ho, always thinking about how good he would fuck you, about how pretty his cock was when it was rock hard and covered in your spit.

so of course jun-ho, being the sweet and attentive husband he is, let you use him as you please. not that he minded at all, who the hell would complain when their hot wife suddenly drops to her knees in the middle of the kitchen and sucks your dick. not him, that's for damn sure.

your swollen belly made the task at hand a bit more difficult but absolutely nothing would stop you from achieving your goal of having jun-ho's cum sprayed across your face and chest.

"look at you sweetheart, you look so beautiful when you're desperate for my cum." you moaned at jun-ho's cooed out words, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat making you gag and causing spit to gather around his base which then slowly dripped down onto his full balls.

deciding you needed a little break as you had been doing this for a while you pulled your mouth off of his dick, strings of spit connecting you to him trying to catch your breath while still pumping his slick cock with your hand.

"you okay baby?" jun-ho asked you, lovingly stroking your bottom lip with his thumb as you nodded your head and smiled warmly up at him with your swollen red lips.

"m'fine, just needed a bit of a breather." your voice was raspy from how deep and rough you were taking his length in your mouth, he had let you set your own pace and rhythm for once which of course you had just shoved his cock straight down your throat and went to town on him without missing a beat.

sometimes you need to slow down, as much as you love jun-ho fucking your throat raw you wanted to savour the weight of his pretty cock against your tongue and the taste of his pre come spreading throughout your mouth, you just needed to savour him really. however now would not be that time, maybe later but right now you were way too impatient, you just wanted to suck his dick until you couldn't speak tomorrow and then be cuddled to sleep in his strong arms.

so once you had caught your breath you dove straight back in, licking a bold stripe from his balls all the way to his red leaking tip before slowly sliding as much of his cock into your throat as you could, stroking what you couldn't fit in your small hand while you looked up at his handsome face contorted in utter bliss.

for a while you had all the control, his hands only in your hair so he could keep himself grounded while you worshiped him on your knees, but as his orgasm crept up on him he could feel himself get more desperate to fuck your face each time your warm throat took him all the way in. eventually he started taking control again, his grip tightening in your hair so he could drag you along his cock at a steady fast pace.

you clung onto jun-ho's thick thighs for life when his pace got more frantic, fucking sloppily into your throat but making sure to be careful of you and the baby growing inside of you of course lest he hurt the loves of his life. tears were gathering in your glossy pleasure filled eyes, threatening to fall down your face at any second as he jerked your head back and forth.

"ah fuck baby i'm gonna cum, your mouth feels so fucking. good." his last words were punctuated with sharp thrusts into your throat, your eyes that were connected in a heated gaze broke off when you squeezed your eyes shut tight as he quickly pulled out of your mouth with a deep grunt and furiously jerked his cock, white ropes of cum spurting from his cock and covering your face and chest in the warm liquid a second later.

you couldn't open your eyes as some of jun-ho's cum had landed right onto your closed eyelids but you could picture him standing above you, abs shining with sweat and hand slowly jerking his softening cock while the hazy remnants of his orgasm made him twitch with pleasure, admiring the mess he had made on you.

after a few moments of content silence, you heard jun-ho move from his place in front of you before you felt a towel rubbing the gunk off of your face and chest. you unclenched your eyes to be met with the beautiful sight of jun-ho's lazy smile and gleaming eyes, holding a hand out to help you up from the kitchen floor.

"are you alright baby, i didn't go to hard did i?" jun-ho instantly went into fretting husband mode, pulling you up into his chest though your swollen belly kept you from pressing your body flush against his neither of you minded in the least.

leaning up onto your tiptoes you gave jun-ho's full lips a lingering peck, conveying all of your love for each other in one small kiss that meant everything to you both before pulling an inch away from his lips and looking into his eyes.

"i love you so so much, hwang jun-ho," you whispered against his lips, cupping his face as his arms wrapped securely around your waist, "but right now i need you to hush your gums and cuddle me."

⊕⊕⊕ ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ɪɴ-ʜᴏ (ꜰʀᴏɴᴛᴍᴀɴ) ⊕⊕⊕ (485 words)

the black lace collar was tight around your throat but that was the least of your concerns right now, as you were in a room full of masked men taking in-ho's cock so deep down your throat you swore you could feel it in your stomach.

while humiliation should be eating you alive right now, being in-ho's pet you had long since grown used to the degrading and lewd situations he would put you in. face fucking you in front of the vip's, guards and waiters was one of the more tamer things he had done.

in-ho was harshly pulling you up and down his cock by the leash that was connected to your collar, uncaring of the gags and excess spit coming from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying your hardest not to throw up around his dick.

"open your eyes and look at me pet." in-ho's stern demand was followed by a hard slap to your cheek, causing you to instantly follow his command and open your teary, glazed over eyes to gaze up at his black mask while he ruthlessly fucked his cock into your mouth.

"aww, look at the tears in your pretty eyes, is my little cock slut going to cry huh?" his tone was mocking and intended to make you feel inferior, and if that didn't do it then the condescending and amused laughs heard from the vip's spread out across the room most definitely did.

muffled wet choking sounds were the only answer to his question that he didn't even need an answer to as seconds after he had asked, the tears gathering in your eyes had started rolling down your puffy red cheeks, leaving streaks down your face and mixing with the spit and pre come gathered around your mouth.

the sight obviously affected in-ho tremendously as he let out a deep drawn out groan when he saw the shiny liquid run down from your eyes, quickly pulling out of your mouth and rubbing his wet cock against your tear covered cheeks before jamming his cock back down your throat and grabbing the back of your head with one hand for leverage to fuck your mouth as hard as he could, meanwhile the other pinched your nose so you had no way of breathing.

"oh look the whores crying, is your masters cock too much for you little girl?" the vip with the deer mask taunted you, his deep and accented voice echoing throughout the room as more mocking comments from the other rich vips followed his comments.

you were completely helpless right now, hands tied tightly behind your back and nose being squeezed between in-ho's long fingers, you could do nothing but take his cock down your throat and hope he would let up soon.

knowing in-ho though, he would do no such thing anytime soon. especially not with an audience to entertain and his favourite little pet in need of being used.

⊕⊕⊕ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʟᴇꜱᴍᴀɴ ⊕⊕⊕ (1,437 words) (how the hell-)

you really should have known better than to ride on an empty train this late at night, creeps and dangerous people lurking around waiting for the right moment to strike on the pretty young thing sitting there all by herself in a short little skirt, nobody around to witness anything.

who knows what could have happened to you if he wasn't there, the thought of someone touching you in anyway angered him beyond belief despite you not knowing him. he knew you though.

he had been watching you for a while now after seeing you on your route home, it was late into the night; he was tired and his hand ached from all of the slapping he had done, he really just wanted to get home eat, pass out and then repeat again tomorrow.

however it seemed fate had different plans for him because when the train doors opened, instead of the occasional drunk or homeless person staggering in like they usually do at this time, you skipped through the doors and lit up the gloomy train within a second.

you had given him a quick glance in passing, noting the handsome man before taking a seat and pulling out a book to read, paying no further attention to him sitting in the opposite end of the cart. he was hypnotized though, completely enamoured and intrigued by you that he couldn't help but stare at you and imagine flipping up your skirt and fucking you right here on this train.

the thought made his dick throb for the rest of the ride, even when the disappointment spread through him as you got up and stood at the train doors, your cute hands gripping onto the pole to keep you steady while you waited for your stop to come. you gave him an adorable smile and a small wave when the doors opened and you stepped out, his eyes glued to your form walking across the platform.

the next night he took the same train at the same time, hoping and praying you would waltz through the doors again because you were all he had thought about since he saw you the night before, he needed to see you. much to his excitement you did, giving him another small smile which he returned with a charming grin before taking a seat on the empty train that held only you and him and pulling out a book to immerse yourself in.

again he stared at you for the whole ride, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you as he hungrily looked at your exposed thighs in your little tennis skirt all the while you remained oblivious to his leering. and naturally, his cock got extremely hard very fast. he was almost tempted to touch himself right there but he didn't want to scare you off, no he had to wait.

that became somewhat of a routine, you would always get onto the train at the exact same time every night and greet the handsome man with an adorable little smile, which he would always return, before you would pay no mind to anything until your stop came. as your stop came up you would always give him a cute wave and another smile, and then after you were gone you would play on his mind 24/7 until he saw you again.

tonight though, he snapped. everything was normal at first, he got on the train at the same time as he always does, excited to see your pretty face and dick already semi hard when you had walked through the doors wearing your hot little skirt, sending him your usual grin.

the sound of keys dropping onto the grimy floor echoed throughout the silent train, interrupting you both mid smile towards each other. you looked down with a blush and quickly bent over to retrieve your fallen keys not realizing the view you were giving him as your skirt rode up, exposing your cute pink thong and perky ass to his eager eyes and causing his breath to catch in his throat.

he was overwhelmed at the sight, he had dreamed of seeing this countless times but nothing could prepare him for the teasing peek you had unintentionally given him of your soft globes. you picked up your keys and gave him a flustered grin, making your way to your usual seat completely unaware of the shocked and turned on state you had left him in.

his thoughts were reeling with the thought of you, the view of your backside forever imprinted in his memory. his head was foggy as he just stared at you, looking at your soft lips and cute face he stood up from his seat as if in a trance, approaching your smaller figure slowly unable to stop himself and honestly not really wanting to either.

your feet were dangling from the train seat swinging back and forth absentmindedly while you quietly read your book, having no clue of the riled up man slowly stalking towards you as if you were his prey. you only noticed he was in front of you when you saw his shiny black dress shoes stop over the edge of your book.

looking up, you saw the mysterious man hovering over you with his hazy eyes set firmly on your face. he looked detached, like he wasn't really there and it made you slightly nervous.

"uh, hello?" you were obviously confused why he was standing in front of you, his crotch a couple inches away from your face making your nose scrunch up and your cheeks darken. you're so cute.

"hello." his voice was deep and low, shocking you slightly though after he had uttered his greeting he did nothing but stand in front of you, leering down at you with a smirk growing on his face.

it wasn't really the response you were looking for, you were hoping he would tell you why he was invading your personal space but instead there was dead silence as you awkwardly stared back at him. you hadn't spoken to this man at all, the only communication was the smiles and waves you would give each other at the start and end of the train ride so you were wondering what he wanted and why he was looking at you like that. he smells good though and he's pretty cute.

after a minute of awkward staring and silence his hand suddenly wrapped around your small wrist, dragging it onto the pristine fabric of his dress pants and guiding your hand to rub slowly against his large covered bulge while he stood in front of you on the empty train.

"what the fuck!?" you yelped out, trying to pull your hand away though you could feel the spark of arousal that shot through you when you felt the size of him through his pants. his tight grip prevented you from pulling away, if anything it made him move your hand harder against his clothed dick and to be honest, you weren't trying your hardest to get away from him.

his pleasure filled eyes were locked onto your wide ones, his full bottom lip taken between his teeth as he practically humped your hand all he wanted and you just let him. after a while it seemed to not be enough anymore, he wanted to feel you against his cock so he undone his belt, pulled down his zipper and pulled his rock hard cock hastily out of his pants much to your shock.

before you could even speak, he took advantage of your open mouth and shoved his cock as far down your throat as he could ignoring the gags and sputtering you were letting out around his dick.

it had all moved so fast, he had gone from admiring you from a distance to balls deep down your throat within five minutes. he didn't mind in the least and it seemed neither did you judging by the way you gripped his thighs and moved your head along with his thrusts after recovering from the sudden action.

he could already tell you were such a good girl and your mouth felt like heaven around his cock, he might just have to follow you home so he could play with you there to. you were his now, your lips wrapped around the base of his cock and your pretty doe eyes looking up at him being evidence of that, you belonged completely to him in his mind and he was going to take such good care of his little girl from now on.

(i really really wanted to continue this but it was getting way too long for a reaction)

□△〇 ᴘɪɴᴋ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅꜱ □△〇 (544 words)

you were laid out on your back, legs spread wide and knees pushed to your chest as a square guard hammered his thick cock into your used, cum covered pussy. you honestly could not remember for the life of you the amount of orgasms the guards have given you, barely being able to comprehend anything other than the cocks drilling relentlessly into your mouth and pussy.

this had been going on for hours, different guards taking turns fucking your mouth and pussy, some had even fucked your ass and pussy at the same time so to say you were exhausted was an understatement. you pushed on though, wanting to prove to them that you could take it.

cum from the previous guards who had fucked you mixed with your juices and spit creating a lewd squelching sound that filled the crowded room filled to the brim with pink guards, all of them lining up to have a go at you for the first, second or even third time.

the triangle guard's head was tilted back as the thrusts from the square guard hammering into your pussy fucked his large cock into your throat over and over again, his heavy balls repeatedly hitting against your nose and one of his hands wrapped loosely around your neck so he could feel his dick moving while your head hung over the edge of the bed.

under his mask you were sure his eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth parted in pleasure while bliss took over his body, feeling your tight warm throat wrapped around his cock and not even having to move a muscle through it all sending him into overdrive.

"open your mouth wide slut, yeah just like that." the triangle guards deep voice cut through the slapping and moaning sounds, pulling his cock out of your mouth and roughly grabbing your jaw to hold your mouth open as he tugged his cock a few times before aiming it into your mouth and squirting ribbons of his cum onto your tongue and face. "swallow it."

doing as he says, you swallowed it all down and lazily stuck your tongue out to prove to him that you had done as he had asked like the good girl you were. all you got was a soft pat to your upside down cheek before another guard stepped in his previous spot and shoved his long cock down your fucked raw throat.

hoping for a small break was too much then.

everything went black when your maybe 10th orgasm suddenly hit you, a dull throb of pain mixing in with the pleasure as the square guard pounded into you so hard the bed started to drag across the pristine floor. your walls tightened around him and your body started to thrash around on the cocks impaling you, taking them both into an orgasm right behind you and filling you with their creamy seed.

your body was aching at this point, every single part of you hurt to move and yet the pleasure that shot through you when more new cocks entered your mouth and pussy was more than pathetic. all of your holes have been stuffed with cum and you were on the borderline of passing out, but still you craved more.

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a/n: i have no more room for images in this post and the pink guards gif wasn't working every time i made it so i have to make a new one for that lmao anyways some of these are way too long and i got carried away but i hope you all enjoy!! i really wanna continue the salesmans part though cause like damn he is so sos ooosososososo fine uhm also if anyone has any reaction ideas lmk please i need some so badly <3 stay safe everyone byyyyyyeee!!

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