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Player 13 wasn’t like the rest of the players. That much Taehyung knew for sure.
He was strong, sure. At the very least. But that was all that he got going for him. If he’d gone up against that group of roughened gangsters, he’d be snapped in half within the blink of an eye. In a good way and in a bad way.
He was brave, almost foolishly so, for trying to get in between a fight that sprung out within the players’ sleeping chambers. Like a courageous little kitten in a hoard of lions. Taehyung couldn’t help but keep an eye on him throughout the first Red Light, Green Light game.
Player 13 is pretty. Taehyung wants to get his dirty hands all over his body, and he knows exactly how he’s going to do it.
Now that everyone had foolishly voted to stop the games and get off the island, he only had a limited time to talk to Player 13.
He’d asked to go to the bathroom, right before the staff were going to sedate them and get them off of the island. Taehyung was meant to just escort him there and wait. But after waiting for a minute, he barges in.
Surprisingly, Player 13 wasn’t doing much in the stalls. He was just… crying. Not loudly, but the sniffles were enough to give him away.
“13!” Taehyung calls out. “Hurry up. You’re wasting our time.”
Player 13 sniffles quietly. “S-sorry.”
The stall door creaks open, and Player 13 jumps back in shock when he realizes Taehyung is standing right there, blocking his way out.
Now that Taehyung can see his face, he finds that the crying makes him look so much cuter. Big, teary eyes, nose and cheeks a blushy pink.
Player 13 can’t see the look in Taehyung’s eyes thanks to the mask. He straightens himself up, looking back defiantly, though he really doesn’t look intimidating at all. “A-are you going to just stand there?”
Taehyung grins. What a brave little one. His gloved hand cups Player 13’s flushed cheek, watching how the smaller man winces. “What’s your name, kitty?”
“What’s yours?” Player 13 sasses back.
“I have a deal for you. It’ll be essential for your safety, I promise. But I wanna know your name first.”
“What could /you/ possibly do for my safety? We’re already getting out. They agreed to stop the games.”
Taehyung laughs quietly. His hand traces down Jimin’s jaw, thumbing at his plush bottom lip. “No matter how you’ve lived your life outside this place, you somehow found yourself in this game of life or death, kitty. You’re going to come back. And when you do, maybe it’d be wise to have someone like me to help you, don’t you think?”
Player 13’s eyes glaze over, and for a moment Taehyung thinks this one might actually /want/ what he’s offering. He shudders when Taehyung pinches his lip, shrinking slightly. It’s intimidating to have a masked soldier very obviously be staring you down, even if he couldn’t see his face at all. “Maybe.” He mumbles.
“So, tell me your name. And I’ll tell you mine.”
“...Jimin.”
“Pretty name.” Taehyung coos. His hand travels up to Jimin’s hair, running his fingers through it. Jimin’s eyes flutter shut like a touch-starved pet.
“What’s in it for you, and for me?” Jimin asks quietly.
“Well…” Taehyung hums. The hand goes back down to Jimin’s face, then down the slope of his neck. “I will give you insider information on the games, maybe give you some extra food for sustenance.”
Jimin’s eyes open again, swallowing thickly. “And… what do I do in return?”
“Nothing much.” Taehyung’s hands toy at the neckline of Jimin’s white shirt, then slide down to his breasts. “I just want your body in return. Whenever I want it.”
Jimin hiccups softly at the feeling of Taehyung groping his tits, thumbing at his hardening nipples and pinching them between his fingers.
“And… what if I say no?”
“Then I fuck you regardless. I’ll pull you out of the room every single night and make you take my cock. I won’t even prep you. Is that what you want, little kitty?”
Jimin’s bottom lip quivers. He shakes his head gently.
“Then it’s settled, Jimin-ah.” Taehyung has to lift his mask slightly and duck his head down to plant a kiss on Jimin’s nose. “Your body, in exchange for your life.”
Jimin whimpers as Taehyung’s hands get a bit rougher, tugging at his sensitive nipples, and groping him like he was nothing but a back alley whore he’d found on the streets. “O-okay. I’ll do it.”
“Good, good. It’d be a shame if I got a taste of you now and how to force my way into devouring you whole, hmm?” Taehyung’s tone is teasing, and he finally pulls away from Jimin. He'd let the man think he had /some/ control over the situation, that this was entirely his choice. “Now. Go on. I’ll see you when you come back, mmh?”
Taehyung steps out of the way, and Jimin skitters out of the stall, slow enough for Taehyung to land a slap on his ass, groping it hungrily. Jimin whips his head around and glares.
“You never told me your name.” Jimin mumbles, as they walk out of the bathroom and back to where the rest of the players were. “You said you would.”
Taehyung tuts. “I’ll tell you after you win.”
“You really have that much faith in me, huh?” Jimin laughs hollowly. Taehyung doesn’t like how his shoulders slump, looking far too delicate and breakable for his liking. This wasn’t the Player 13 that he wanted to sink his cock into.
“If you die even with my help, you’re truly a lost cause.” Taehyung mutters gruffly.
At that, Jimin brightens up a bit. Even if it was virtually hopeless, he had just a tiny bit of hope, now that he had someone on his side. “Maybe so.”
When the players are inevitably brought back to the island, Taehyung makes sure that he’s the one who gets to strip Jimin down while everyone is sedated.
Jimin’s very, very pretty. Even when asleep, his cheeks are an adorable pink. As Taehyung pulls his shirt off, he holds onto Jimin’s tiny hands, liking how small they feel.
It’s easy to take advantage of him like this. So easy, in fact, that none of the other guards blink an eye when Taehyung spreads his thighs apart, fingers tracing over his cunt.
“God, you’re just so pretty everywhere, aren’t you, Player 13?” Taehyung admires the sight of his gloved finger sinking into Jimin’s tight cunt, meeting some resistance. He circles Jimin’s clit with his thumb, coaxing out enough wetness so he can drive his fingers in to the hilt. Even as he sleeps, Jimin makes a soft noise that makes Taehyung want to fuck the living daylights out of him. But patience is a virtue.
It’s fine to touch him like this. They had an agreement, after all.
As he dresses Jimin into his green tracksuit, Taehyung allows himself to press a gentle peck onto Jimin’s cheek for good luck.
The dalgona game is much more tense than Taehyung thought it’d be.
He tried to tip Jimin off about the next game, but perhaps the hint was too vague or Jimin simply didn’t understand it, because he ended up standing in front of the umbrella shape. And as a result, he was given an umbrella shaped dalgona.
Taehyung was the guard assigned to blow Jimin’s brains out if he fucked up. And for a brief moment, he considers letting Jimin off even if he did.
But Jimin, the smart little thing that he is, finds a way to safely melt the sugar. He does so by licking at it, and Taehyung’s cock hardens to a half chub as he’s made to stare at Jimin tonguing a piece of dalgona for at least five minutes straight.
He has to try to not be too enthusiastic when Jimin succeeds with ten seconds on the timer to spare.
“Mmphf-” Jimin gargles around Taehyung’s fat cock. He’s on his knees in front of Taehyung, mouth and throat lax as Taehyung slides his cock between his plush lips.
“You did so well today, kitty.” Taehyung praises Jimin, moaning as Jimin clumsily tries to swirl his tongue around Taehyung’s length. His mouth is stuffed too full, so it doesn’t work, but it works in Taehyung’s favor, watching how Jimin slobbers around his dick messily. “I thought you fucked it up for us, but you found a way to make it work.”
Jimin’s eyes flutter, looking up at Taehyung. Even if he can’t see Taehyung’s expression, the heavy breathing emanating from the mask is enough. His mouth opens wider and he pushes his head forward to lodge Taehyung’s cock deeper into his gullet. Taehyung is entranced by the sinful sight. His hand bunches into Jimin’s hair. “It’d be such a shame if you died. I wouldn’t have gotten this view otherwise, huh?”
Taehyung starts to fuck Jimin’s mouth, trying his best not to be rough. It’s difficult, when Jimin makes delicious little sounds, sucking him in, suctioning his lips around the base of Taehyung’s dick with every push inside, gagging intentionally as he slides out.
Jimin doesn’t complain when Taehyung blasts a load into his mouth, then pulls out to coat his face with a load of cum. He looks up at Taehyung with one eyelid closed, a glop of cum trickling over his eyelid and down his cheek. Semen dribbles from his tongue in an obscene display.
Afterwards, Jimin is hoisted up onto the bathroom’s sink counter. He’s quiet as Taehyung cleans him up with some baby wipes.
“Thanks for giving me the hint.” Jimin whispers softly. “I didn’t understand it until it was too late.”
“S’fine. You got out of it anyway.” Taehyung swipes over the rest of the dried semen on Jimin’s cheek. “I have more food for you, if you’re hungry.”
“More food…?” Jimin was hungry. The food they gave really wasn’t enough.
Taehyung nods. He reaches into his pocket for a small bag of his leftovers from his own dinner. The guards got a bigger amount of food anyway, probably for all the labor intensive tasks they were given for the upkeep of the games.
He ignores how his heart clenches as Jimin happily digs in, as if he hadn’t just been given the throatfuck of his life, and as if the players weren’t fighting for their lives in the brawl that erupted in their living quarters.
Jimin makes it through the tug of war game with ease. He’d somehow convinced the group of gangsters to let him into their group, thanks to Taehyung giving him a hint. Of course, he’d done so by bribing them with his body, but none of them got their hands on him since Taehyung was watching them very closely.
Somehow angered by the fact that Jimin would give away his body so easily when he’d already struck a deal with someone else, Taehyung pulls him into the bathroom during the night.
“Please!” Jimin’s thighs clamp around Taehyung’s wrist, but the man forces them open once again.
Taehyung had pulled off his gloves for this. Currently, he was fucking Jimin’s pussy with his fingers, putting all his frustration behind each push of his fingers. Jimin was being driven to the edge so quickly, with how rough Taehyung was being. Merciless in the way his long, lengthy fingers thrust and push up at his g-spot.
“Fuh-fuck, please, please, h-hurts,” Jimin babbles out, bordering on a sob as Taehyung fingers him faster.
Taehyung leans in to lick the sweat from Jimin’s neck, suckling at the soft flesh to leave a mark. “You like being a little whore, don’t you, kitty?”
“Noooo,” Jimin sobs. And yet he spreads his legs wider, knees flailing obscenely in the air. Taehyung watches his greedy cunt swallow up four of his fingers. He gushes despite all his protests, as if he loved the rough treatment. Even with his pussy being stretched like this, he wouldn’t be able to take Taehyung’s cock without struggling.
The thing that pushes him straight into an explosive orgasm is Taehyung lifting his mask and leaning down to suckle Jimin’s clit into his mouth.
“My hands hurt.” Jimin mumbles softly, as Taehyung brings out another bag of leftovers for Jimin.
“From what.” Taehyung asks gruffly, putting down the bag to examine Jimin’s hands.
They were chafed from the rough rope they’d been given during the tug-of-war game. It didn’t appear yesterday, but today it was much more apparent.
“Dunno. Hurts.” Jimin winces as Taehyung gently traces over the reddened spots.
“I don’t have anything to help you with.” Taehyung murmurs. “But if it hurts too much for you to hold the food, I’ll feed you, okay?”
Jimin’s cheeks flush into a warm red. His hands weren’t even hurting that badly, but he wasn’t going to say no to getting fussed over. This is the most he’s ever eaten in a few days.
As Taehyung spoon-feeds him, he relays the next hint to Jimin.
“You’ll have to pair off tomorrow. They’re going to make you play the marble game. Do it with someone you don’t care about because you’ll be playing against each other.”
“Okay.” Jimin nods, mouth opening for another bite.
Taehyung holds back a smile. “What are you going to do with the money if you win, kitty?” He asks.
“I don’t know. I just didn’t want to starve… I think I’ll put it somewhere, give it to people who need it. I don’t need all that money.”
Taehyung briefly thinks that the universe is far too cruel for putting someone like Jimin in a place like this.
Jimin had only gotten a glance at the guard’s face, but even that single second was enough. Underneath that mask was someone intimidatingly handsome. Someone that picked him out from all 456 players and decided to bribe him with info in exchange for sex.
He wonders briefly if the guard had done it purely out of lust, or if there were some good intentions behind it.
Perhaps there was truly a benefit to being as pretty as he is. Especially now that he was sinking down on Taehyung’s cock while the other players were sound asleep. He’d avoided the trauma of having to betray a player he formed a bond with, and now he was repaying Taehyung.
“Hngh, f-fuck,” Jimin gasps out. He wasn’t even halfway down and his pussy was throbbing, trying to expel the unstoppable force that is Taehyung’s humongous cock. He dizzily wonders if it felt this big because Taehyung was actually that big, or if he was simply… small.
This was how he was going to die, impaled by the biggest dick he’d ever seen.
“You can do it.” Taehyung soothes him softly, swallowing Jimin’s labored gasps and sobs with his mouth. “Fuck, Jimin. You’re so fucking tight.”
Jimin giggles at how wrecked he sounds. His head presses against Taehyung’s forehead, and like this, it’s easy to forget that he’s been fighting and bargaining for his life, existence reduced to nothing but being a fuckhole in this deranged facility that took advantage of poor people’s desperation for money and survival.
“Y-you’re so big,” Jimin moans. Taehyung aids him by rubbing at his swollen clit.
“I think you’re just very tiny, kitty.” Taehyung grins lopsidedly.
Finally, Jimin’s ass squishes down completely. His entire being is wracked with a full-bodied shudder as Taehyung looks down between them. “M’so full, ungh, fuck me.”
Taehyung marvels at the bulge in Jimin’s stomach. When he presses down curiously, he feels it right on his cock. “Jesus Christ.” He moans, titillated by their size difference.
“How are you s-so big?” Jimin whines. He starts up a steady rhythm. Up and down, up and down, tits bouncing in Taehyung’s face, the fat of his ass slapping against the skin of Taehyung’s thighs. The sound it makes is obscene. “Y-you stretched me out, and I s-still– A-aahh... still so full.”
“You’re tight for being such a little slut, aren’t you?” Taehyung coos. His hands grip onto the fat of Jimin’s ass. “Riding cock for an easy way into getting all that money.”
“Ahn... N-no, y-you… Uhmn…”
Jimin’s pussy secretes so much fluid that it begins to trickle down to Taehyung’s balls. “No?” He taunts. “So you just wanted to fuck me for fun? So slutty, Jimin-ah.”
Jimin lets out an incoherent wail, still bouncing on Taehyung’s cock like he’d die if he didn’t.
“I’m gonna cum inside you.” Taehyung grunts. “Gonna fill you up, yeah? If you miss my cock, you’ll have to find me after you win. Then I’ll stuff your pussy again.”
“Yes, yes, ahh, yes!” Jimin hiccups. “P-please- want it, want it so f-fucking bad–”
Taehyung takes control of the rhythm, snapping his hips up into Jimin’s sopping cunt, making way for the load he was about to give his pretty slut. He didn’t care about the consequences, or about anything outside this bathroom stall.
Jimin shudders through a well-earned orgasm, broken moans spilling out of him as he feels Taehyung’s cum painting his walls a warm white.
They stay that way for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. Taehyung strokes Jimin’s back comfortingly while his head laid upon Taehyung’s broad chest. His cock had softened, but Jimin insisted on keeping it inside for a little while longer.
“The next game is the second to the last.” Taehyung whispers softly. Jimin makes a tiny noise of acknowledgement. “You have to remember the order I’m gonna give you, okay, kitty? Otherwise you’ll fall to your death.”
Taehyung fucks Jimin once more that night, making sure that Jimin would remember the order of all the glass tiles they’d have to jump over, rewarding him with an orgasm once it was hammered into his brain.
It’d be unfortunate if Jimin died before getting to hear Taehyung’s name. Taehyung hopes for the best.
“T-tell me your name,” Jimin gasps out, as Taehyung fucks him in the bathroom once more. He was one of the last three contestants, and now they were fucking as if it’d be the last time they’d ever get to. “P-please. In case I…”
“No.” Taehyung grits out. His fingers clasp onto Jimin’s waist so tightly that it’s sure to leave a bruise. “I’ll tell you after you win.”
“B-but-”
“Shhh.” Taehyung presses his lips against Jimin’s thrusting into him faster to distract him.
Almost six months later, Taehyung is back to his normal life. He was nothing but a regular salesman and had participated in the games as a guard for the extra money.
He hadn’t heard from Jimin for a while after he won the games. He never got to say goodbye, because the frontman had been the one to escort him off of the island.
As far as he knew, Jimin was dumped on a random street in Seoul, with nothing but the clothes on his back and 45.6 billion Won in his bank account. Then, Jimin had donated half of that money and hasn’t touched the rest of it since.
Even if Jimin tried, there were too many Taehyungs to sift through. But Taehyung doesn’t really think Jimin would. The thought stings a bit.
Sometimes he has dreams of Jimin’s smile, feeling his soft skin in his palms.
The way Taehyung finds Jimin again is sad, and peculiar.
Just like a stray cat, Jimin lays inside a cardboard box in an alleyway, surrounded by bottles of unflavored soju, miserable and tired.
The psychological aspect of the games probably weighs heavily upon his shoulders. Taehyung can’t help the sadness he feels as he scooped Jimin out of the box. He deserved better than to rot like this, especially after everything he’s been through.
After a few hours, a hungover Jimin wakes up somewhere unknown, in an unfamiliar house, washed and bathed and dressed in a shirt much too big for his body.
Taehyung watches Jimin’s expression of confusion as he sits up and looks around the room. Until his eyes finally land on the man he just barely recognized.
His voice is what makes all the memories rush back to him.
“Hi, kitty.”