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🍙 An evening with you (bf Taehyung x yn) 🍙

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synopsis: a long evening walk with yeontan leads to a lazy night on the couch stuffed with chinese takeout. but when taehyung starts nursing his bruised ego over a stranger asking for your number earlier, a little harmless foot-tickling escalates into something more. one intentional bend over the kitchen counter is all it takes to turn a quiet evening into a hot blur.

⊹ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : kim taehyung x reader (established relationship)

⊹ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : soft smut / heavy fluff, domestic comfort, slight jealousy

⊹ 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞s : possessive taehyung, no-pants teasing, kitchen counter makeout.

⊹ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : dirty talk, heavy French kissing, ass slapping, rough lifting onto the counter, petty jealousy, foot rubbing turning into tickling, pure unadulterated laziness.

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▷ 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

You were both relaxing in the living room. Outside, the evening air was getting cold, but inside, the heater hummed quietly, keeping the living room perfectly toasted. On the low glass coffee table sat two open cardboard cartons of Chinese takeout—half-eaten orange chicken, oily chow mein, and a pair of wooden chopsticks resting over the rim.

You were currently buried under a massive plush blanket on the couch, after a long day of running errands. Your legs were stretched out completely, your bare feet propped directly onto Kim Taehyung’s lap.

Taehyung was slouched back against the opposite end of the sofa, looking incredibly relaxed, wearing nothing but a pair of loose gray sweatpants. His hair fell loosely into his. His large, elegant hands were clamped around your right foot, his long thumbs digging firm, rhythmic circles right into the arch of your sole.

Down at the foot of the couch, a tiny Yeontan was curled up into a tight circle, snoring softly. The three of you had just come back from a long, winding walk through the neighborhood park, letting Tannie sniff every single blade of grass until his little legs were tired.

"Mmm, Tae, right there," you groaned, burying your face deeper into a throw pillow as his thumb hit a particularly tense spot near your heel. "You have no idea how much my feet were killing me."

"I do know," Taehyung murmured. His thumb stroked up toward your toes. "You were walking around in those stupid, unsupportive flat shoes all day. I told you to wear sneakers."

"They looked cute with my outfit," you pouted, opening one eye to look at him.

Taehyung scoffed softly, his boxy smile flashing for a quick second before his expression shifted into something a bit more brooding, his thick eyebrows knitting together. His thumbs slowed down their movement, his touch becoming a little more harsh.

"Yeah." he grumbled, his tone dropping into a low, slightly petty octave. "So cute that the guy at the boba shop thought it was a fantastic idea to ask for your number right in front of my face."

A soft laugh escaped your lips. You tried to pull your foot back, but his large hands clamped down instantly, trapping your ankle over his thigh. "Taehyung, are you seriously still brooding over that? I didn't even give it to him. I told him I was here with my boyfriend."

"He shouldn't have even breathed in your direction," Taehyung growled. his dark eyes flickering up from your feet to lock onto your face. "He saw me holding Tannie's leash. He saw me standing right next to you. And he still had the audacity to ask if you were single. I should have let Tannie bite his sneakers."

"Tannie is a four-pound pom, he wouldn't do anything," you giggled, shifting under the blanket. "Besides, you're the only one I'm going home with. You're the one massaging my feet right now."

"Damn right I am," he murmured. But a mischievous, wicked glint suddenly sparked in his eyes. His gaze dropped back down to the soles of your bare feet. "But you still need to be punished for looking so good in public without my permission."

Before you could register the threat, his long fingers began to lightly, rapidly feather across the sensitive arches of both your feet.

"Tae! No—stop!" you shrieked, your body instantly spiking with adrenaline as severe tickles shot straight up your legs. You thrashed against the cushions, trying desperately to yank your legs away, but Taehyung just laughed. He used his sheer upper body strength to pin your ankles down, his fingers mercilessly scribbling against your skin.

"Say it," he teased, his boxy grin fully on display as he tickled you harder, making your toes curl helplessly. "Say 'I'm Taehyung's girl and nobody else's.'"

"I'm—haha! Tae, please! I'm yours! I'm yours!" you gasped out, tears of laughter pricking the corners of your eyes as you squirmed wildly under the blanket. "Tannie, help me!"

Yeontan didn't even lift his head, merely huffing out a sleepy sigh at the commotion.

With one final, desperate heave, you managed to kick yourself free from his grip, scrambling backward into the corner of the couch, breathing heavily with a flushed face. Taehyung sat back, entirely satisfied with himself, crossing his arms over his broad, bare chest as he watched you fix your rumpled appearance.

"You're a bully," you huffed, though a wide smile was still plastered on your face.

You kicked the heavy plush blanket off your lap, swinging your legs over the edge of the couch. As you stood up, the fabric of your outfit settled around your thighs. You weren't wearing any pants—just a pair of tiny, lace-trimmed underwear underneath a massively oversized t-shirt that belonged to your boyfriend. It was so big on you that the sleeves dropped past your elbows, and the hem barely covered the curve of your bottom.

"I'm going to throw the takeout boxes away," you announced, stretching your arms over your head, intentionally letting the hem of the shirt ride up even higher, exposing the soft skin of your thighs and the lower curve of your ass.

Taehyung’s eyes tracked the movement instantly. His gaze turned incredibly heavy, dark, and thick with a sudden, intense hunger as he watched you pad barefoot across the hardwood floor toward the open kitchen.

You knew exactly what you were doing. You could feel his eyes burning into your back.

Reaching the sleek, white kitchen island, you picked up the empty cardboard cartons and the used chopsticks. The trash can was tucked neatly inside a low cupboard beneath the counter. Instead of crouching down like a normal person, you deliberately kept your legs straight, leaning your upper body far forward over the counter to open the cupboard door.

The movement was completely calculated. The oversized black shirt rode all the way up your back, entirely exposing your bare thighs, your tiny lace underwear, and the soft, rounded cheeks of your ass to the living room.

From the couch, Taehyung let out a breath that sounded almost like a growl.

You heard the heavy, hurried thud of his bare feet slapping against the floorboards. Before you could even drop the takeout boxes into the bin, a massive, warm presence slammed into your backside.

"Stop being a tease." Taehyung growled directly into your ear, his voice incredibly deep and rough.

His large, heavy hands flew straight to your hips, his long fingers digging into your flesh with a dominant grip. He didn't waste a single second. Taehyung aggressively pressed his lower half completely flush against your rear. Through the thin, soft fabric of his gray sweatpants, you could feel the thick, rock-hard ridge of his erection pressing heavily into the valley of your thighs.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as your hands gripped the edge of the marble counter for balance. "Tae, I'm just cleaning up—"

"Of course," he muttered, his breath burning hot against the sensitive skin of your neck.

With one brutal, sudden movement, he brought his open palm down against the bare cheek of your ass. A loud, sharp *smack* echoed through the quiet kitchen, the impact stinging beautifully, leaving a bright red print against your skin. You cried out, your back arching automatically as a rush of liquid heat pooled between your legs.

"You knew exactly what you were doing when you bent over like that," Taehyung whispered hoarsely, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear before he bit down gently on your earlobe. "Showing off what's mine. First the guy at the shop, now you're trying to drive me crazy in our own kitchen?"

"Do you like it?" you whimpered, tilting your head back against his broad shoulder, completely helpless under his touch.

Instead of answering, Taehyung gripped your waist and violently spun your body around, forcing your back against the hard marble of the kitchen counter. He crowded into your space instantly, his large thighs bracketing yours so you couldn't move an inch. His tatted arms framed your head, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he looked down at you with blown-out, predatory pupils.

He looked devastatingly handsome—his lips parted, his chest rising and falling in heavy pants.

"I'm going to ruin you right here," he promised softly.

He leaned down, his mouth crashing into yours with an urgent, messy ferocity. Taehyung’s tongue slid inside your mouth smoothly, thick and wet, tangling with yours in deep, heavy strokes. He tasted faintly like the sweet orange chicken and the raw, fiery heat of his own desire.

The make-out session became chaotic within seconds. His tongue slid against yours with a slick, heavy friction, the sound of your mouths clicking and sliding together echoing loudly in the open space. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers burying deep into his thick, messy dark curls, pulling him closer as if you could weld your bodies together.

Taehyung groaned into the kiss. His hand traveled down from the counter, his large palm slipping underneath the oversized merchandise shirt, his rough skin dragging up the bare flesh of your stomach. He gripped your breast squeezing the soft weight firmly, making you whine against his lips.

He broke the kiss for a fraction of a second, and Taehyung immediately chased it down, dragging his mouth down your jawline to suck hard on the sensitive spot right beneath your ear.

"You're so bad," he murmured breathlessly, his hands traveling down to your thighs, lifting your legs effortlessly until you were forced to wrap them around his waist. "Always looking for trouble. Always needing me to put my hands on you."

"You're the only one I want touching me, Tae," you cried out softly, your core grinding down against his hard length as he adjusted your position on the counter. "Only you."

"Good," he growled, his thumbs rubbing soothing but firm circles into your hips, anchoring you to the marble. "Because if I ever catch another guy looking at you the way that bastard did today, I'm not going to be this gentle."

He captured your mouth again, his tongue plunging deep into your throat, completely dominating your senses as the quiet evening dissolved into a sweet, heavy blur of heat and desire.

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⊹ 𝐚/𝐧 : i would kill for chinese takeout right now but honestly i would kill even MORE for taehyung in loose sweatpants omg... 😭 rowdy, jealous tae on the kitchen counter had me almost losing my mind while writing this. hope you guys love this one !! 🥵💦

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