Sunday dinner with Tae's family was a weekly occurrence, and this time, all the shows we watched as a family we recorded them at Tae's family or at mine and Taehyung's house. Today we are at Taehyung's family house watching all of the shows. so everyone would have their eyes glued to the television as they shovelled food into their mouths.
Taehyung's parents and sister sat on one side of the table, closest to the television. They were half-turned in their seats, watching the game intently. Tae was to your right, eyes also glued to the screen.
You, however, had your eyes glued to Taehyung.
The way he pulled his lip between his teeth whenever he watches the tv and the way his massive hand was gripping the collar of his t-shirt in anticipation had you weak at the knees.
You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties, thoughts running wild as you counted down the seconds until you could get Taehyung alone.
Taking in your surroundings, you observed that everyone was really into the show. Taehyung's family wasn't even facing you guys, so you could easily get away with some mischief.
Before you knew it, your hand had developed a mind of its own as it creeped up Taehyung's thigh, thumb rubbing over his bulge.
You saw his face twitch a bit, unsure if he was reading the situation properly. Applying a little more pressure, you felt him starting to get hard as your hand quickly slipped into the waistband of his grey sweatpants. You grabbed his half-hard cock, massaging the tip with the pad of your thumb.
Tae shot you a look, shock washing over his face. "You serious?" he mouthed in your direction, earning a bashful grin from you. Leaning over, you planted a kiss on his cheek, moving over to his ear and nipping softly at his lobe.
His head fell into his hands with a smile as his member went rigid in your grasp. You began pumping his shaft painfully slowly, seeing Taehyung bite down on his knuckle to keep himself from making any noise. You would have done anything to hear the sweet sounds of his soft moans and delicate whimpers, but it wasn't the time. You were forced to work with what you had.
Speeding up, you focused on the upper half of his cock because it was a little more sensitive. His left hand had found your thigh, firmly squeezing your flesh out of pure sexual frustration.
The television switched to a commercial break, causing Aime to get up from her spot to collect plates. You yanked your hand from Taehyung's pants, casually tucking your hair behind your ear and shifting in your seat.
Tae looked over at you with dark eyes and a giddy smile, relieved that you were able to get away with what you did. His hand loosened its grip on your thigh, moving upward and rubbing your heat through your jeans.
Leaning over, his lips ghosted over your ear as he spoke, "Just fucking wait until we get home."
———————————————————————————
All Rights Reserve
Copyright©️ 2022
By: 7taesfuturewife7
All Rights Reserved
No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means including photocopying, recording, and other electronic or mechanical of any methods.
This book has not been published anywhere else, if you see a reproduction of this work please message me.
DO NOT PLAGIARIZE ANY PIECE OF THIS STORY
