The Road Trip. {Thatch x Reader}

Arcade Antics.

"YES~!! I kicked your ass, Thaaatch~!" You tease playfully, the zombie game finally ending and you're feeling about as sweaty as a sumo wrestler. Thatch giving you a 'fair game' shrug of his shoulders. 

"What can I say? I simply cannot best you~" He's clearly lying though, he just went easy on you this time. Your eyes flickering up to the man...well, trying to anyway, they get caught by a plushie inside a claw machine instead. Thatch noticing this and following you gaze to the attraction. "You want him~?"

The soft toy he means, it's a big Tigger teddy and the material just looks ever so soft and cuddly. But no, you can't possibly take more money from this man. But then, you don't really have a choice in the matter.

The handsome brunette guiding you over to the claw machine and reading the little guidelines in the corner. "Ah, good. This one lets you try until you win something." Thatch hums softly, inserting a coin before stepping aside so that you can play.

You can already feel his brown eyes watching you closely as you move the claw over to the Tigger, the feeling actually making you a little nervous. You can't help but feel like he's judging you harshly on every single move you make.

When you hit the button, it misses Tigger completely and picks up a few of the polystyrene beads that scatter the inside of the machine, before eventually dropping those also. But no worries, there's always another try. Oh, failed that one too.

Third time luck--nope. Maybe forth--YES, IT CAUGHT HI--?! WHAT THE FUCK?! IT DROPPED HIM!

"Do you need a hand with that?" Thatch asks politely on the fifth try, his voice laced with sincerity rather than teasing but you still feel totally mocked right now. Your expression morphing into a pout as you glance over your shoulder at the brunette.

"Is it that obvious?" Your response only receiving a hearty chuckle from Thatch's lips as he presses his chest to your back, his hand covering yours and helping you move the claw to the plushie. It's in this moment, your face feels like a damn candle.

He's literally pressed right up against me!!

"His head is too big for the claw to grab," Thatch murmurs softly in your ear, giving you a lesson on this machine it seems. You're tempted to brush your butt up against his groin and watch that confidence simply melt away, but you won't. "So, let's try to grab his nose instead..."

The male pressing the button and managing to pick up the Tigger, about to guide it toward the dropbox...before you connect with your inner petty side. Deciding yes, you'll accidentally brush your ass against his groin to distract him.

This causing an immediate intake of Thatch's breath before the brunette falls silent, his hand clamping around yours and the Tigger hanging from the machine, slipping more and more by the second. Gotcha.

"What's the matter, Thatchy~?" You chime with feigned innocence, pressing your backside against his groin harder as you peek over your shoulder at the male. His precious face about as red as an emergency flare and his Adam's apple bobbing once as he swallows thickly. 

"Yo-You're doing that on purpose..." Is all he can mutter, his voice sounding weaker than usual and the claw finally losing it's grip on Tigger, dropping him onto the polystyrene beads. Well, that's what Thatch gets for being so arrogant. Although, some would call it helpful.

"At least we've got another try~" You giggle, pretending that you didn't hear him and man, wasn't that a mistake. The brunette smirking as he decides to play you at your own game, his free hand resting on your thigh and beginning to stroke your exposed skin softly as his other hand tries to get the Tigger once again.

And it's in this moment, you regret wearing the skirt. Thatch's warm hand slowly skimming up your bare thigh but the closer he gets to your lower region, the slower his hand moves. Tease. 

The brunette showing off his skill even more so when he plants soft butterfly kisses against your neck, the sensation just about melting you on the spot as your eyes flicker over to the person who works here. 

Thankfully, that guy's too busy reading a magazine to notice what's going on. Your orbs drifting back to the inside of the machine to find the claw hanging above Tigger but Thatch hasn't clicked to grab him yet.

The brunette apparently enjoying this little challenge that you've created even more than the machine now. "Are you sure you want to play this game~?" Thatch rasps, your teeth clamping down on your bottom lip as his fingers skim up to your panties, teasingly fiddling with the waistline that's keeping them up as he takes your earlobe in between his lips.

Fuck yes, I want to play this game!

You notice Thatch lose his breath a little when you grind against his crotch so you teasingly pull away. Naturally, he's not having any of that, the male sliding his fingers further south and over your clit. Sure, you've got underwear on but they're only thin, you can still feel his touch as clearly as ever.

The tease pressing hard against your sensitive area and causing your hips to dip back, landing your ass against his groin once again. Good thing there's no one else in here other than the guy reading the magazine.

You can feel yourself beginning to get damp already, your arms starting to tremble uncontrollably and your heart pounding inside your chest. The claw finally lowering and grabbing Tigger, lifting him in the air as Thatch guides him to the dropbox.

How on earth can he do both of these things at once?! 

Your face heating up even more from both embarrassment and pleasure as his fingers slips into your panties, now rubbing your bare womanhood and causing a soft whimper to leave your lips. At this rate, you'll both get caught. 

Your head rolling back instinctively and resting against his chest when his index and middle finger enters you, your breathing becoming slightly ragged as he smirks against your ear. "You feel a little wet down here, [F/n]~"

And then it all stops. His fingers leaving your panties and a breeze invading your spine when the brunette pulls away. "I've got you the Tigger plushie~!" He chimes, his expression all of a sudden shining with innocence.

Your shaky hand hesitantly reaching down to the dropbox and pulling the plush out slowly, your legs still stiffened from the hot mess Thatch has left you in and your face looking as red as a rose. Looking back up to the tease, you watch him lick his fingers as if he'd merely just had an ice cream or something.

Fucking. Tease.

"We'll go to the river now, if you still wanna, [F/n]~"