Thanks for all the love on the 1st post, I hope this second part satisfies ;) This gets sort of graphic btw, so be prepared. I’m not sure on all the rules letting people know what kind of smut it is. I haven’t written smut this much in detail before, so I’d love any feedback on if its too fast/too much detail/not enough/etc. Picking up after you just challenged Jungkook to a game at your local arcade.
You’ve been playing the racing game for a few minutes now. Sometimes you are so caught up in what you are doing that you forget who you are with: Jungkook from BTS. You somehow showed up on the same night as the group to an arcade close to the stadium they played at a few nights ago. Jungkook, flirty and tipsy, challenged you to a game in exchange for his number.
You’ve seen Jungkook before on Run BTS and you know he’s a competitive guy. So you pull out all the tricks you know to win this game, including the power ups you know are hidden on each lap. He’s sitting next to you, shifting his gear and slamming on the gas pedal, hyper focused on winning the race You are neck and neck. You know you have to win this race so you can get more than just his number. On the last lap, you start to fall behind!
“No, no, no!” you laugh.
At the sound of your voice, Jungkook looks over to you and smiles, drinking in the image of you. In that split second he’s distracted by your beauty. You make eye contact with him and give him a devilish smile. You slam on the gas pedal, speeding past him and winning the race!
Jungkook throws his hands up in the air, disappointed, as you give a big woop!
“I told you that you wouldn’t want to lose to me,” you tease, getting out of your chairs. He gets up, running his hands through his hair, struggling to hide his competitive side.
But one look at your smile and he quickly returns to being playful, shaking his head at you and laughing. He pulls you in around your waist with his hands, putting his head close to yours. You’re surprised by his forward touch, but don’t deny it. You feel a throbbing want between the two of your bodies. He buries his face in your hair, swaying a little. You close his eyes and smell his scent. All you want to do is run your hands through his hair and kiss him.
You look up and see Namjoon standing behind Jungkook, watching you both with a worried look on his face. Jungkook is still holding on to your waist, but notices Namjoon and pulls his head away.
“You won. What game is next? It better be worth not getting this.” He teases his phone in front of you again.
It takes every ounce of you to pull away from him, but you say under your breath, “I’ll show you.” Your tone throws him off and you see a flash of desire in his eyes that becomes his expression. You grab his hand and lead him towards the opposite side of the arcade.
Get him to the back, get him to the back, you think. You see Namjoon watching you both and you say as you pass him so he can hear:
“The game is on the other side of the arcade, back here.”
You get to the back of the arcade, leading Jungkook to a door that’s hidden behind one of the pinball machines. You’ve been back here a few times to help the arcade manager out, so you know that its secluded. You check to see if the coast is clear and .... no one is around. Thank God. You open the door and pull a weaving Jungkook in.
Jungkook looks around, confused, “Where....?”
You are in the back storage room of the arcade, surrounded by cleaning supplies, broken parts, and forgotten games. It’s dark, but you can see each other from the light of a window nearby. You smirk, raising your eyebrows, waiting for him to catch up as he looks around, mouth open.
Understanding hits him, he looks at you, and a completely new expression is on his face. You’d seen it a few times briefly tonight: His eyes are piercing, his face almost dangerous.
In a few steps, he comes to you, instantly pushing his mouth onto yours.
You give in completely. You are a mess of hands and lips and limbs, groping fast and aggressively. He holds your face, kissing you forcefully. He moves his hands down to your chest and waist, caressing your breasts. You moan softly, leaning your head back as he kisses your neck.
After a few seconds you put your hands on his chest, making him pause. He looks up at you between his hair, his lips ripe from kissing. He smiles at you, knowing you want to take in the moment.
He comes in slower this time, kissing you softly on your face, your lips, your neck. He moves to your ear, sucking it, then biting you abruptly. You gasp out of surprise. He stops, worried he went too far.
You grab him by the shirt and push him back, back into a table up against the wall. Perplexed from your sudden attack, he stumbles, catching himself on the table. You pull open his buttoned shirt, running your hands along his muscular chest. You are both fighting who’s in charge and its turning you both on even more. He stops your hands, not letting you move as you fight him. He puts your arms around his neck, kissing you even deeper. Your run your hands through his soft hair, forcing your tongue in his mouth. His scent overpowers you as he does too.
He pulls your legs up around his waist, hoisting you up. He turns you around, setting you on the table, kissing you the whole time. He leans you back, fumbling with the button on his pants. You pull off his shirt as he looks deeply into your eyes.
“Can I...?”, his English escapes him, but you know what he’s asking. You nod and that’s all the permission he needs. He hikes up your skirt as you pull off your shirt. He stops to take your breasts in his mouth, licking and sucking them, making you more and more wet. He slides his fingers inside you and its him that lets out a moan this time. He’s drunk off your body, how you look, how you keep up with him, how you are open for him.
His fingers move inside you like magic. He kisses and bites you, stinging your chest, neck, and lips. You want him inside, your sex throbbing with anticipation. You reach for his pants and find that he’s rock hard. You struggle to undo his zipper, but he helps, pulling himself out.
He pauses for a moment to look at you, that characteristic smirk on his face. He doesn’t break eye contact as he slowly slides into you, cherishing the look on your face. You moan loudly, hardly being able to take in his girth. He quickly puts his hand over your mouth, looking at the door nervously. Once you stop, you look at him apologetically. He removes his hand and slowly begins to thrust.
It takes everything for you not to moan and he’s the same. He bites his lip and turns his head upwards, fighting the urge to be loud. It’s wet and warm and he touches your clit, rubbing it while gaining speed as he thrusts you.
“Cum,” he commands, and you obey. You loose yourself in his touch on your clit and his penis fully inside you, filling you up. Your muscles seize up and you start to loose yourself to your orgasm, moaning loudly. This turns him on even more and he gets even harder inside you as you cum, making the feeling unbearably wonderful. He let’s go, cumming inside of you and gasping out loud.
A moment of silence passes, where only street noises, the soft pings of arcade games, and the sound of your heaving breathing can be heard. Both breathing heavily and him still inside you, he leans over and gives you a sweaty kiss. He rests his head on yours. He opens his eyes and takes your face in his hands, kissing you firmly again.
“I want to see you again. Tomorrow. Can I give you my number?” he asks. His face looks lonely and beautiful in the dark. You slowly touch his lips and look into his eyes. You’d run away with him right now if he asked. You nod.
And just then, the door flies open and a flustered looking Namjoon stumbles in. He takes one look at Jungkook inside of you and you practically naked and....
Does Namjoon scold Jungkook? Do you ask him to join you? Does another member of BTS stumble in? Let your imagination fill in the rest. ♡♡♡
First time writing smut, please give feedback! Not sure on the rules, this is 1 of 2, maybe 3. You meeting BTS after their concert in a local arcade. Centered around you flirting with a tipsy Jungkook. This was literally a dream I had (that stopped after the third paragraph) and I let my imagination fill in the rest.
It’s nighttime and you are walking to your favorite arcade, unable to sleep. The bar has become your haven for sleepless nights. It's a hard to find hole in the wall, so only locals visit, making it almost never crowded. You look at the city stadium in the distance, the lights sparkling in the night sky. It was just two nights ago that you were there watching BTS, screaming along with hundreds of other fans. You smile at the bittersweet memory, remembering how happy you were, but feeling sad it was over. This was part of what was keeping you up late at night but the arcade games were a good distraction.
You walk into the arcade, exchange your money for coins, and start to scout the games available. The arcade is almost empty beccause it was a Tuesday night, only a few groups of people milled around. You walk up to a car driving game where two players are in the middle of a race, their backs facing you. As you start to wonder how long you’ll have to wait until these kids are done hogging this game, the boy on the right turns to talk to the other driver.
You freeze, your breath catching and a shock going down your whole body. Its Yoongi. He’s relaxed, talking in a low voice to the driver to his left. Your focus is completely wrapped on him. Why is he here? BTS? In the arcade? You are still trying to process it when you finally notice who he’s talking to: Namjoon. Yes, this is definitely BTS. Still frozen in place, you can't decide if you should run away or approach them. Then someone steps straight into your line of vision.
Jungkook.
Smiling from ear to ear, he knocks you out of your trance. “Do you want to play?” he says in a heavy Korean accent.
“Uhh, what?”, you take a step back, surprised by how close he stood to you.
He takes a small step forward again, making the blood rush to your face. He smiles even wider and asks, “Do you want to play?” He points at the game. No one else seems to notice your conversation. You briefly wonder where the other members could be and then you remember you should probably answer him.
“Oh, no! I’m good, I can wait till they are done.” You barely struggle to get the words out, you are concentrating so hard to stay cool. You’ve already decided that you have to at least be nonchalant since you didn’t run the other way. It’s then that you realize something is strange. Even though you watched Jungkook the whole concert, he wasn’t like this on stage ever. He’s swaying, his face a little red, and he’s being way too forward with a complete stranger.
Then it hits you: he is tipsy. A beer in his hand further proves that point.
“What can I do to get you to play me?” he asks, pointing at the screen. You take in that smirk and coy side-eye he’s giving you. He clearly is attracted to you, looking you up and down. He is totally flirting! Pretty shamelessly too.
You smirk back, ready to play his little game. (Knowing he's inebriated makes you feel a little more confident in your social skills). Your mind quickly plays catch up. They must be blowing off steam late at night where no one will bother them before they leave town. This arcade was close to the stadium and small enough that they had a good chance of going unnoticed. Jungkook was tipsy, obviously flirting with you, and the last thing you are going to do is let a chance like this pass you up.
“That might not be a price you want to pay,” you mock, raising your eyebrows.
He smiles at that. So he likes someone who can keep up. He pulls out his cell phone, flipping it between his fingers, staring at you the whole time. He turns serious. You can't tell if he's joking or not, but God is he sexy when he does it.
“What if you could reach me whenever you want?” teasing his phone near his face.
Reach him? Does he mean his phone number? That can’t be something they give out. Your thoughts reflected in your face, you realize you just gave yourself away. He knows that I know who he is. His face is serious, the want in his eyes is so palpable that you know this could end quick if you don’t draw it out.
“How do I know you won’t give me a fake?” you question, feigning disinterest.
You can tell he likes the chase. He runs his hand through his hair, subtly biting his lip. This time you stand your ground as he steps toward you.
“Don’t you trust me?” he plays, smirking again.
Namjoon and Yoongi turn around to see who’s talking, looking first at Jungkook then straight at you. It takes everything for you to not lose your nerve. They are just as gorgeous close up, their stares burning holes in your chest. Yoongi smirks at your exchange and turns back to the game while Namjoon looks at you both, concerned.
You’re interrupted by Jungkook’s soft touch on your arm. You can feel the heat of his body getting closer and you can’t help but lean into his touch. You stare at his eyes and take him in as time slows, his face just inches away from yours. You stare at his lips as they seem to get closer and closer. You can almost feel his breath on your face.
You quickly pull away, stepping towards the game. He snaps out of it, albeit a little slower because of his intoxication. You smile to yourself. Just like that, you have him wrapped him around your finger.
“If you win, you have to give me your number. If I win, you have to play another game with me,” you challenge, crossing your arms and turning to look back at him.
He moves towards Yoongi, pushing him out of the driver seat. "Deal" he says. Namjoon gets up, rolls his eyes and walks off muttering something in Korean. Jungkook looks up at you, pats the seat next to him, "You're on."
You slide into the seat next to Jungkook, fully aware that he's eyeing you every chance he can get. You both put in coins and watch as the countdown starts. You silently pray that you'll win this game, because what you have in store for him is worth losing that phone number.
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