pairing: kim taehyung x reader
warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, verbal humiliation(?), dirty talk, hate sex(?), rough sex, side yoonkook, reader is biologically female
summary: in all of your time frequenting your town’s local arcade. your high scores have never been beaten, until they’re all threatened at once. enter kim taehyung, a video game casanova that even you find yourself falling victim to.
Having Jungkook as a roommate had its perks. Jungkook was a nice guy, made sure your area was clean, helped with house work, and didn’t eat the food you bought for yourself- usually. After he’d taken some of your snacks you’d stolen some banana milk and both of you realized the wrath of each other wasn’t worth the indulgence of someone else’s food.
Most importantly, you and Jungkook had at least one similar interest- video games. You’d quickly found out by the gaming equipment he’d brought with him when he finally moved into your apartment, full of shy smiles and soft laughter. You quickly bonded with him over it, and you two found that you worked great.
Your favorite activities to do together was to go to the local twenty four hour arcade. Inside the somewhat small building was old 80’s inspired carpet, neon light from multiple different games, and people from many different age groups.
Vividly, you could recall you and Jungkook’s first arcade visit together.
He had no problem telling you that you were going to lose, miserably at that. You nodded mutely, letting no expression make way on your face as you let him choose any game he wanted, giving him free reign to pick one he was especially good at. Jungkook went first, and while he got a good score, you beat the top one.
Jungkook had sulked for a couple hours after that and only perked up when you asked if he wanted takeout for dinner. After that Jungkook became invested in your talents, often using you in bets with random patrons of the arcade. You complained early on, but once he shelled out half of the money to you, you figured maybe the extra fame and cash on the side was worth it.
And so, you became a gem of the dingy, precious little arcade. The employees knew you and Jungkook by first name- not that there were many employees in the first place. They usually sat in front, in a separate room next to the front door of the building, really only present to make sure no one attempted to steal.
“Y/N,” Jungkook flicked your shoulder, causing you to flinch in pain as you glared up at him. He had an impish smile on his face, absolutely no remorse for his actions at all. “What?” You asked, now that he had your attention.
“I’m boooooored.” Jungkook complained, flopping down on the couch and sprawling out his body as far as he could, wiggling his feet onto your lap as you made a face in disgust.
“Last time I checked, we’re the same age, so I’m definitely not your mom. Next,” You paused, bringing your sleeves over your hands before grabbing his feet, flinging them off your lap as he groaned at the sudden pain. “You could’ve handled this situation a lot better.” You told him.
He pouted at you, widening his already pretty, almond shaped eyes. There were no doubts about your roommate being drop dead gorgeous, but you found yourself being more in favor of a platonic relationship with him more than anything- thank God, he was already too much work.
“Can we go down to the arcade? I wanna race you.” Jungkook asked, looking at you with pleading eyes. You thought for a moment, wondering what could hurt about going down to the arcade- you hadn’t gone in a couple of days, and you found yourself missing it. Jungkook must’ve seen you actually giving the idea a thought, because he began kneading his foot into the flesh of your legging clad thigh.
“Alright!” You jumped away from his touch, almost shivering from how gross the other boy could be- you revoked the part about thinking he was a good roommate. Jungkook immediately ran up from the couch, dodging past you to avoid any wrath you might’ve had as he went to go shrug his shoes on. You followed suit, albeit much slower.
“You’re driving.” You told him as you slid your shoes on. Part of you wondered why you even said it, knowing the only car either of you had was his own- but Jungkook did have a habit of whining into getting you to drive him around. Jungkook nodded, seemingly okay with driving his own vehicle that day. You followed him down the stairs of your old apartment building, trying not to gag as you passed the suite on the second floor that always seemed to smell like cat pee.
Jungkook made a ‘psss’ sound as he walked by the door, making you giggle and roll your eyes as he smiled proudly at his joke.
“I missed you, precious. Are you ready to go for a spin?” Jungkook said as you walked outside- part of you almost responded, until you saw him giving the hood of his car a pleasant tap. He’d always been fond of his car, and you knew it- even if he didn’t talk about his appreciation for it, the thing was always spotless, rain or shine.
“You’re so weird.” You said, not particularly maliciously. He looked up from his own reflection in the hood of the car, locking eyes with you before sticking his tongue out. You did the same before jumping into the car, teasingly locking it and unlocking it a couple of times before he got in.
“And I’m the child.” Jungkook muttered at your behavior, putting his seatbelt on and starting the car, only to let it sit in park as he stared pointedly at you. You blinked a couple of times in confusion. “What?”
“Seatbelt, young lady. Safety first.” Jungkook told you, observing as you put the seatbelt on, smiling before driving out of the parking lot- seemingly happy with your level of safety.
You and your roommate both spent the ride in silence, mostly, the soft tune of the radio and the hum of the engine the only sounds coming from inside. It was hardly uncomfortable. You’d always found yourself to be pretty calm during car rides, and Jungkook had always been a safe driver- if you had the aux, he had a special amount of volume you could have and if you exceeded it, he’d pull over and stare ahead until you turned it down.
Not to mention, the arcade was hardly a drive. Seven minutes at most, and if you and your lead foot were driving, only about five. The quickness of the ride became apparent when you were zapped back into reality as Jungkook pulled into a parking spot, sending you a smile. You returned it, getting out and letting him lock the car before walking in with him.
Yoongi was working today, and you knew based on the lack of greeting you got. Part of you wondered if it was because he disliked you and Jungkook, but you’d heard from another outgoing worker by the name of Seokjin that Yoongi thought Jungkook was cute, and he didn’t deal with attraction well.
“Hi, Yoongi.” Jungkook said nonchalantly as you sent the black haired boy a wave. His eyes widened a bit before he waved back, quickly looking back down as he tried to disguise the smile on his face.
You’d think it was cute, if you didn’t know how annoying your oh so loveable roommate could be.
“Y/N,” Jungkook grabbed onto your hand immediately as you stepped foot into the actual arcade. “Let’s go!” He said excitedly, taking large and fast strides toward his favorite racing game. You smiled at his excitedness, enjoying his happy nature.
“Coming, I’m coming.” You assured him- even though he had hold on you, so he knew you were coming. He seemed to know what you were getting at anyways, because he slowed down and the tension between his hand and yours decreased.
“I call red!” Jungkook told you, quickly jumping onto the red racing bike. You were hardly surprised, knowing Jungkook called the red bike every time. You took your place on the blue bike, getting ready to put quarters into the game, stopping when something caught your eye.
The letters ‘KTH’ stood out boldly against the otherwise blackness of the screen. What was even more shocking is that they were above your own initials.
Your highscore had been beat.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked, sensing your distress. He followed your gaze to the screen before you, before his eyes widened and his mouth dropped in shock.
“Holy shit…” He whispered, clearly not believing his eyes. Once you’d gotten over the initial shock, your eyes narrowed in annoyance. It was such a trivial thing to be angry over- the racing game had never been one you gravitated towards, surely it wouldn’t be hard to right the stranger’s wrongs.
“It’s okay.” You said finally, eyes staring straight ahead as fire engulfed your heart and determination set in. Jungkook kept his mouth shut, figuring by your tone you were dealing with things your own way- that, and he really wanted to play the game already.
So, you wasted a couple of quarters and got on with the game, choosing your vehicles before starting the race. “You ready to get smoked?” You asked. Whether it was to Jungkook or whoever had beaten your score, was unbeknownst to you. Jungkook only hummed, eyes already set on the screen as he watched the official countdown before the race would start.
When the virtual woman thrust her flags down, claiming the race was to start, you floored your pretend gas pedal. Everything in your mind was set on doing everything perfectly, being meticulous with every turn of your wheel, every lean of your body.
Jungkook could be heard cursing at a computerized opponent off in the background, but it was fuzzy. Stuck in your own mind, you almost felt as if you’d been transported into the video game world, your one set goal getting to the finish line as fast as possible.
And that, you did. Not only did you achieve a personal record, but you’d also beaten the high score- thankfully. You had little to no qualms about spending multiple quarters on the game until you got the validation you borderline needed.
Once he hit the finish line, Jungkook twisted his body to look at you, clearly surprised.
“What the hell? Were you possessed by video game Jesus or something?” He asked incredulously, making you break down into laughter, clearly amused by his response. Jungkook tried not to let his face crack, but a smile did stretch at his lips.
“Bold of you to assume I was possessed- I am video game Jesus.” You told him with a stone cold face. Jungkook’s cheeks puffed out in amusement. “Geeze, whatever. I’m gonna go hit up Pac Man, you do whatever you need to do.” Jungkook said, hopping off the bike and sauntering over to a different area of the arcade. He clearly didn’t want to continue racing you, whether it was because he already got bored, or because he just didn’t like being so severely beaten, you weren’t sure.
You spent some time on the worn seat of the video game, contemplating what you would do next. Your eyes wandered to the screen, displaying the high scores. Your initials were at the top- and in third place. The second place letters loomed before you, almost searing themselves into your brain.
“Watch it, KTH.” You muttered to yourself more than anyone else. Your small outburst earned you a look of discomfort from the kid playing Galaga next to you, but once you locked gazes with him he panicked and looked back to his screen- only to whine in defeat when he found himself to be beaten by enemy ships.
Deciding you’d wreaked enough havoc, you got up off the game and wandered through the arcade, suddenly losing any drive to play video games. You spotted Jungkook in the corner, at the Pac Man game as he said he’d be. He was hunched over, face almost uncomfortably close to the screen. You didn’t understand how his eyesight wasn’t complete shit yet, but hey, good things happen to bad people.
“Kook,” You called from behind him. He made no move to turn around, clearly focused on his game. His answer was noncommittal, mostly just a grunt to let you know that he had heard you.
“I think I’m just gonna get a cab home. Not really feeling it today, I guess.” You told him. Leaving the arcade early was unheard of for you. Most of the time, Jungkook would have to drag you out by the scruff of your neck, claiming you had a problem. You could see your roommates eyes furrow at your words, but nodded swiftly nonetheless.
“I can take you home after this game if you want.” Jungkook said, not wanting you to feel like a bother. He’d only been there for twenty minutes max, but if you wanted to leave, he’d take you home. You smiled at his offer, knowing he’d give you a ride with no complaints.
“It’s fine, Kookie. You go ahead and stay. Let me know if you win big.” You smiled at the back of his head even though he couldn’t see you. He spoke a goodbye before you were on your way out of the building, ready to stand in the lobby as you waited for your ride. Yoongi would keep you silent company.
“Leaving so soon?” The black haired man asked, surprised at how fast you were leaving. Embarrassment flared up in your body at the fact that even the employees had noticed the copious amount of time you’d spent at the forsaken place.
“Yeah. Guess I’m not feeling it today.” You shrugged, hoping you didn’t sound as off as you felt you did. Truthfully, you didn’t even know why you were feeling so down. Your score was beat, but you’d gotten it right back, so what was the problem? Yoongi nodded at your words.
“Jin was talking about someone got a high score above yours earlier.” He cut straight to the chase, blunt as usual. You gave him a tight lipped smile.
“I’ll have you know that I beat it, thank you very much. My record still stands.” You said, mostly to validate yourself. You know Yoongi couldn’t care less, and it wasn’t like he tried to hide the fact. He nodded to try and show interest. After a couple of seconds, you hummed before speaking again.
“Do you know who it was? The kid who got the high score?” You asked. The thought had been nagging at you ever since your life threatening situation about half an hour prior. You needed to put a face to the person who tried to remove you from your spot at the top of the local gaming kingdom. To your dismay, Yoongi shook his head.
“I’ve never heard of him before, but I think Seokjin does. Once I came in to take over his shift he was all over it- ‘My friend beat Y/N’s high score, can you believe it?’ Was what he said, I think.” Yoongi informed you as you nodded. You were thankful for the new input- now all you had to do was target Seokjin and make him tell you who his friend was. That wouldn’t be too hard.
“Thanks, Yoongi. D’you know when he works next?” You asked, and Yoongi shook his head. “He’s going on vacation like, tomorrow. I can text and ask for the guy’s name, but Jin won’t be here.” Yoongi told him. You felt like you hit a dead end, but surprise overtook your features at Yoongi proposing to do you a favor. Smiling gratefully, you nodded.
“I’d really appreciate it, Yoongi- you know what, if you text Seokjin right now you can just pass the info onto Jungkook when he leaves. I’ll put in a good word for you, too.” You said nonchalantly, giggling at the way Yoongi suddenly burst into a coughing fit at the mention of you putting in a good word for him to your roommate.
“It’s that obvious?” He sputtered? You shrugged.
“I mean- to me, yeah. But Kookie’s kind of oblivious to that stuff, so he hasn’t noticed.” You assure the older male, watching him deflate in relief. Your phone started to buzz in your hand, a signal that your ride was now waiting for you.
“Bye, Yoongi. Thanks for the information.” You told him, waving him a goodbye as he nodded to you.
A couple hours later, Jungkook arrived back at your shared apartment. He’d made sure to tell you he was getting pizza with a couple of friends after the arcade, so you weren’t worried at his extended absence.
“Wanna tell me why Min Yoongi gave me a crumpled piece of paper with some guy’s name on it? Does he think I can’t get dick on my own?” Jungkook asked you, making you burst into a fit of giggles. Of course Yoongi didn’t handle the situation gracefully.
“Actually, I’m sure he’s very confident in your abilities. He’s kind of cute, you know. I think you should give him a chance.” You told Jungkook, who was taken very off guard by your comment. His ears became red after only a couple of seconds.
“W-What makes you say that? Did he say something?” Jungkook asked, trying desperately to cover the hope in his tone. You tilted your head in interest- you’d been so enthralled in Yoongi’s obvious displays of staring that you hadn’t even noticed Jungkook harboring a crush on the other.
“Well, yeah. He’s into you, he’s just shy. Ask him out.” You said blatantly, watching him open and close his mouth a few times like a fish before you spoke again. “Also, that paper belongs to me. It’s whoever beat my high score. I need to find out who the punk is.” You explained.
Jungkook narrowed his eyes, digging into his pocket for the paper Yoongi had given him. “You know, it hasn’t even been a day and you’re already unhealthily obsessed with this. You won, why continue?” Jungkook asked you. You frowned, snatching the paper from his hands.
“You don’t understand… It’s like an itch I won’t be able to scratch. I have to know who this guy is, like, ASAP. You never know when he could strike again.” You said simply, watching as Jungkook stared at you, thoroughly unamused.
“Right…” He trailed off. “Well, I’m gonna shower. You go ahead and stay up all night trying to stalk some kid who’s probably in the eighth grade. Tell me how the great search was in the morning.” You sent him off with a greeting from your middle finger, only taking time to stare at the piece of paper when he was finally out of sight.
Kim Taehyung. That’s all that was on the paper, scrawled in Yoongi’s handwriting. It looked rushed- or maybe he just didn’t really care about the neatness of his handwriting, considering as long as you could read it, it didn’t matter.
“Kim Taehyung.” You tried out the name on your lips, letting each syllable coat your tongue as you thought about it. If words could taste bad, that guy’s name would. Biting your lip, you stared down at the paper and wondered what you were going to do next. You pondered Jungkook’s idea of just trying to stalk him on the Internet, but that’d be hard- you didn’t know how many Kim Taehyung’s existed. One was enough in your opinion, and you hadn’t even met him.
Maybe you’d sleep on it. Wake up with some groundbreaking idea that even you didn’t see coming. You nodded to yourself, figuring you’d done enough work for the day- beating your high score back, possibly setting your roommate up with someone, getting one step closer to finding the guy who thought it’d be funny to knock your confidence down.
You woke up to the scent of slightly burned bacon surrounding you. It took you all but a couple of seconds before your flight or fight instincts kicked in, kicking your blankets off and running down the hallway at a speed even Sonic the Hedgehog would be surprised at.
Jungkook was standing idly in front of the stove, carefully moving the sizzling meat with a pair of tongs. He had rubber gloves on his hands, probably to avoid and splatters of grease. Part of you would’ve given him credit for the idea, but he didn’t even have a shirt on so you felt his precaution was pointless.
“You know, if you want to burn the apartment down at least tell me. I don’t have a new place to live lined up.” You spoke from the end of the hallway, making Jungkook practically jump out of his skin. He dropped the tongs by accident and ducked for cover, diving across the kitchen floor to avoid the grease storm.
You snorted at the way he covered himself. He only moved his arms to glare at you. “Why do you ruin everything? I was making breakfast!” Jungkook said indignantly as you stepped over his body, bending over to turn the heat down before carefully grabbing the tongs from the side of the stove.
“Oh, making breakfast? Sweetie, you were burning it.” You told the male, watching as he pouted before getting up from his defensive position. He watched as you gathered a plate and paper towels, emptying the bacon onto them before turning to look at him, a hand on your hip and a cocky grin at your lips.
Jungkook frowned. “Excuse me for trying to do something nice.” Was all he said, making you lean over and wrap your hands around his bare torso. You tried not to cringe, but he opened you with welcome arms. “I didn’t mean it. Sorry for scaring you, Kookie. Wanna help make some eggs?” You asked, looking up at him as you propped your chin on his chest. He smiled down at you, nodding.
As you grabbed the eggs from the kitchen, Jungkook began prepping the stove again. “Any luck with your new mortal enemy?” He asked you teasingly. You set down the egg carton right beside him, raising your eyebrows.
“Um, not really. I guess I didn’t realize how much you can’t do with a name. I was thinking about going back today… Just to play some games. Yesterday was a little off for me.” You shrugged. Truth be told, the curiosity was eating away at you. You wanted to know who Taehyung was.
Jungkook nodded. “You know, I don’t think you should stress too much about it. Not to Psychoanalyse you, but I think you’re so hung up on this because you’ve been so caught up on being the best, that the minute someone challenges your position you’re sent into an identity crisis.” Jungkook told you. You stayed silent for a couple of moments.
“I thought you were a music major.” You said simply, making him scoff. “I’ll have you know that I took a psychology class. Freud would be proud.” Jungkook said. You shrugged, nodding. “Of course he’d be. He was super sexist.”
“I’m going to crack this egg on your forehead. Quit beating around the bush.” Jungkook scolded you. You rolled your eyes in response.
“I don’t know what you want me to say! I’m definitely not going to say you’re right because I refuse to fuel your ego- even if you were right. Emphasis on were.” Jungkook smiled, cracking an egg into the pan and watching as it bubbled.
“So, what you’re saying is… I’m right.” Jungkook said, watching as you childishly covered your ears with your hands, babbling different sounds so you couldn’t hear him. “Okay, okay! Maybe I’m not right. You’re the only one that you know best. Do what you want.” He relented.
You took your hands off your ears and nodded, a pleased smile playing at your lips. “Thanks, Jeon.” You said, shoving a spatula under the egg and flipping it. You two spent the rest of breakfast time talking about different things, both of you doing your best to not mention Taehyung.
Whether Jungkook was right or not, you weren’t really sure. However, if there was one thing that continued to reign true, it was the fact that you needed to get closure, as stupid as it sounded.
It had been about a week since your first encounter with the high score burglar. After you and Jungkook ate breakfast, you borrowed his car and went up to the arcade, telling Yoongi about how Jungkook was into him before walking in.
That day turned sour very quickly.
Your high score had been topped on about five more games, and different regulars of the arcade watched you as you almost had a mental breakdown. It was official: There was a new gamer in town and he wasn’t one to mess with.
However, thanks to your hard head, you were totally going to mess with him. Make him wish he never started innocently enjoying video games as a young age, developing a hobby for them throughout his life. He would pay.
“Hey, Y/N.” Yoongi told you, sounding more chipper than usual. He and Jungkook had been growing closer, no matter how secretive they tried to keep it. Judging by the clock above Yoongi’s head, his shift would be ending soon and he’d be heading out to pick up your roommate for their second date.
Well, that’s what you assumed. Jungkook told you he had plans with a friend, but didn’t tell you who- and when you asked if it was Yoongi he got flustered and slammed his door on you.
“Hi Yoongi. Wow, look at you, getting off and 9 PM. Have Jungkook home by midnight, he gets cranky if he doesn’t sleep at least eight hours, and if his sleeping schedule changes mine does too.” You told him, Yoongi nodding mutely to your words.
“You’re a special one Y/N, I’ll tell you that.” Yoongo nodded, making you tilt your head and smile. He’d definitely started to warm up to you. The boy who was once a grumpy cashier soon became your best friend’s boyfriend, one that you actually sort of enjoyed.
“Thanks, I get that a lot,” You said, peering over to the door to the main arcade hall. “Well, here I go. Have fun.” You said, parting ways with the boy. He muttered for you to have fun too, but you barely heard it as you stepped foot inside.
Truth be told, you hardly ever came to the arcade at night. For you, it was more of an afternoon leisure activity- but it looked cool at night. The tinted windows were now completely pitch black, creating a perfect environment for the neon lights of the different games to permeate the area, coloring everything in a pink-or-blue glow.
There really wasn’t anyone there. Beside you, there was one guy at your favorite game- the one you came to play. Deciding he couldn’t take long, you lingered some distance behind him and watched as he played. You were mesmerized by everything he was doing- from his hand gripping the joystick, to his fingers tapping the keys fervently, to how his tongue stuck out of his lips in concentration.
Oh, he was handsome alright.
Part of you felt bad for staring, but the other part reasoned that this was really your only chance. Once he got done playing, he’d see you, and kindly move out of your way before you got to playing.
So, you watched handsome stranger play the game for what seemed like hours before he finally lost. However, the next thing to happen almost blew your mind.
Your high score had been beaten right in front of you.
And to rub salt in the wound, you observed the guy type in three letters you’d come to loathe. KTH. Your eyebrows turned downwards into a scowl even you’d be afraid of as you marched up to him.
However, when he turned to look at you, you stopped short right in front of him. Your anger wasn’t gone but you were left stunned in front of him, almost as if his gaze paralyzed you.
“May I help you?” he asked politely, blinking at you from his spot on the arcade’s worn stool. With the help of his voice, you finally started to remember why you’d bulldozed over to him in the first place.
“It’s you.” You said simply, causing his eyes to widen in surprise at the vagueness of your words.
“It’s me?” He asked you, as you rolled your eyes.
“You’re the one who’s been topping all of my high scores! You’ve made my life a living hell for the past week, I hope you know.” You told him, crossing your arms in annoyance as he looked at you. Slowly, his expression of curiosity morphed into a cocky smirk, one that might’ve made your panties dampen with interest.
“Oh, sweetheart, if you’re so concerned with your high scores you might want to keep working at them. I barely even had to think about beating them, I just did.” He said, honey voice relaying his condescending tone to you perfectly.
“Whatever, you cocky- Oh my god. Kim Taehyung, I’ve spoken all but one hundred words to you and you’re already insufferable.” You told him. The insult hardly seemed to phase him, and his smirk only grew wider at the usage of his name.
“Oh, so obsessed with me that you know my name too, huh? That’s precious. You know, maybe if you tell me your name I might reward you.” He told you sweetly, making your thighs press together in a subtle manner. You hated that he had an effect on you, but what you hated even more was that he was completely aware of it.
“Whatever, creep. Like I’d tell you my name.” You said indignantly, trying to avoid his dark gaze. If there was one thing you weren’t doing tonight, it was getting seduced in an arcade, by your self declared enemy. Taehyung only seemed to take your words as a challenge, because of course he would.
“I think that’s exactly what you’re going to do, sweetheart.” Taehyung said, standing up from the chair, hovering close to you. You could smell him, a dark spicy tinge that left you feeling nauseous in… A good way.
“Stop calling me sweetheart.” You told him irritably, shivering at his close proximity. He put a tentative hand on your waist, lightly touching it before entirely grasping it, almost testing his boundaries. You didn’t tell him no, so his hand stayed.
“I’ll stop calling you sweetheart when you give me your name, sweetheart.” Taehyung said, leaning over and whispering the last part in your ear, resulting in a dull whine resounding in your throat. You could see his lips widen in victory, and you decided to just bite the bullet.
“Y/N.” You murmured in embarrassment, annoyance mostly forgotten, replaced with raw lust. “I knew you’d come around sweetheart. Sorry, Y/N… But you know, I almost feel like I need to teach you a lesson- if you want to raise those low scores of yours.” Taehyung said, igniting your annoyance for him once again.
“How so?” you asked, almost challenging him. His hand slid down to grab your hip, and the other did the same thing. He took you in front of the video game he’d been playing minutes prior, bending you at the waist in front of it.
“You’re going to be playing, and I’ll give you pointers. Every time you follow my directions, you get rewarded.” He said simply. You could feel his hips pressing gently against your ass, making you clench in need. Your denim skirt left hardly anything to imagination at the angle you were bent at, causing you to feel his excitement right against the thin fabric of your panties.
You felt your body heat increase at your interest and embarrassment, but nodded your head in agreement. You wondered exactly what his rewards would entail, and your mind was already beginning to go crazy.
Taehyung leaned over your body, pressing himself against you causing you to let out a needy sigh as he thumbed a couple quarters into the game. Soon it booted to life, starting you at the home screen. You waited for Taehyung to give you directions, trying not to think about the bulge of his cock against your ass.
“Turn to the left and jump up to get the barrell.” He told you, and you did, Taehyung slowly pulled your skirt up over your waist, leaving your panty clad ass for him to see. You bit your lip in embarrassment, but didn’t voice your concerns.
“Good girl. Now jump down to the second level, and kill the enemy- quickly.” He said again, rubbing circles into the front of your thighs as he watched your every move. When you’d successfully offed the enemy, Taehyung cooed a praise at you.
“Your panties are so sticky, baby. So much for pretending you don’t like me, huh?” Taehyung punctuated his question by pressing a thumb against your hole through your panties, making you shiver in pleasure.
“I’m not… Pretending…” You mumbled through whines, wondering how just his thumb could make you feel so good. Taehyung chuckled. “Really, that’s not what your pussy says, baby. You’re all sticky and wet for me… Jump and get the special block.” He told you, making you remember that you were playing a game. You did what he told you, albeit shakily.
The special block turned into an enemy block, spawning an evil character in. You cursed- mostly at your predicament as well as at Taehyung’s ministrations on your pussy. Doing as best as you could through the pleasure and hazy vision, you tried to defeat the enemy.
Only, you failed, and you were met with a game over screen. Your measy five thousand points didn’t even make it on the leaderboard, causing your body to flare up in embarrassment. The man behind you tutted, seemingly pleased with the fact that you’d lost.
“Poor baby couldn’t even get a good score with help. I bet I know what will make you feel better.” Taehyung told you, slipping your panties to the side and making direct contact with you cunt, causing you to see stars. He immediately found your clit, pinching it before rubbing it quickly, causing small moans to escape your lips as your hips desperately tried to move in sync with him.
“So desperate… So wet. You need a fat cock to fill you up, huh baby?” Taehyung cooed at you, causing your eyes to water as you nodded quickly. “Yes… Taehyung, please.” You told him, wiggling your ass in front of him as a means of enticing him. It worked at least a little, because you heard him groan before he grabbed your ass with his large hand, spreading you for his greedy eyes.
“Such a pretty fucking cunt. You want me to stuff you full? I’d probably break you, baby.” Taehyung said, and his words only encouraged you more. More wetness trickled out of your pussy, your body voicing its interest for you.
Taehyung unbuttoned his pants, pulling them low enough to free his cock. You couldn’t help but look back, eyes widening at the size of it. He smirked, stroking it slowly for your prying eyes. Through your haze, you asked him a serious question. “You’re clean, right? Want you inside me so bad. I’m on the pill…” You bit your lip, pussy clenching at the thought of Taehyung cumming deep inside your hot cunt.
He seemed to enjoy the idea too, throwing his head back and clenching his jaw. “Fuck yeah. I am. Gonna fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk. Next time you come in here you’ll be limping. You want that?” Taehyung asked you, and you nodded in return, babbling incoherencies.
Taehyung seemed to have had enough, pressing the blunt tip of his cock at your entrance before pushing in, moaning at the feeling of your pussy around him.
“So tight, so warm… Look at you, stuffed full of my cock. I bet you’d like for cashier boy to come in and see you like this. Bet you’d like to put on a show for everyone, show them how much of a little slut you really are.” Taehyung told you, pausing to let you adjust to his size before starting at a brutal pace.
A wanton moan was immediately ripped from your lips, one loud enough that you stuffed your knuckles into your mouth as an attempt to silence yourself. Taehyung bent over your body, hips meeting your ass at such a hard pace your eyes were watering. The sound of your skin slapping wasn’t quiet enough to be drowned out by the 8-bit frequencies from the video games, allowing you to heard the raw squelch of your own pussy around Taehyung’s cock.
“So… Good..” You moaned around your knuckles in between thrusts. “Yeah, baby. You take my cock so well. LIke you were made to be a little whore for me, bending over anything and everything. You’d like to do that, wouldn’t you? I can see through you. You think you hate me, but I’ll tell you something, sweetheart. I really like you.”
The words would’ve been endearing if you weren’t so caught up in the different emotions he was making you feel. It was so sick, but part of you wanted Yoongi to come in and see you like this. Part of you wanted to put on a show for anyone who might’ve squinted too hard through the windows of the arcade. And Taehyung knew it, was able to touch your most carnal desires.
“Mm, What’re you thinking about baby? Are you close? Clenching so tightly around me.” Taehyung moaned into your ear deeply, causing you to sigh in ecstasy.
“Thinking about someone watching.” You moaned in embarrassment. His hand came up to tangle in your hair, pulling it slightly so your head was up instead of resting against the game.
“What a filthy little minx. You want to get caught taking my cock? If someone walked in, I wouldn’t stop. I’d keep hammering this sweet pussy until you were creaming on my cock, begging me not to stop.” He told you, muttering obscenities into your ear.
“Fuck, you like it too. Like thinking about me fucking this pussy in front of somebody. Your pussy’s taking me in like it’s its job, you know. You’re so fucking wet it’s leaking down your thighs and onto my jeans.” He told you truthfully, causing you to heat up in embarrassment, cunt clenching wildly around him, close to your climax.
“You gonna come for me, Y/N? Huh, babydoll? Gonna cream all over this fat cock?” Taehyung asked you, urging your orgasm along. Everything turned white when he started thumbing at your clit, pussy spasming around him loud moans ripping from your throat.
Taehyung kept up his brutal pace, slamming into you until he got sloppy, finally releasing himself into you. Taehyung stayed inside you for a second, letting the both of you catch a breath from your mind blowing orgasms. When he finally slid out, you whined at the loss of contact.
He took your panties off, wiping away his cum from your pussy before stuffing them into his jacket pocket crudely. Then he assisted you in pulling your skirt back down, finally tending to his own pants.
You were sure you looked like a mess, and the cold air of the arcade was doing numbers on your oversensitive cunt. You looked at Taehyung once his jeans were buttoned back up.
“I uh, I hope you don’t know I do this often. Sorry if I overstepped any boundaries.” He told you, seeming uncharacteristically shy. You smiled and shook your head. “As much as I hate to admit it, I liked all of it. Best sex I’ve ever had.” You said truthfully, making him smile proudly.
“Do you want to go get pizza?” He asked you nonchalantly. You stared at him in surprise before your stomach growled, making you cover your mouth in embarrassment as he laughed.
“Yeah… Pizza sounds good.” You told him. He smiled and grabbed your hand in his, the warmth comforting you. The two of you walked to the front of the arcade, only to be met with Jin’s smiling face.
“I see you two have met.” Seokjin said simply, though the knowing smirk on his lips told you he knew that you two did a lot more than just meet each other. Your mouth creased into a line out of embarrassment, as Taehyung pulled you closer to his side.
“Yeah, we did. We’re gonna go get pizza, hyung. Don’t have too much fun without us.” Taehyung shrugged, guiding you out of the arcade with the promise of food and good conversation. Maybe your self proclaimed enemy wasn’t that bad after all.
