Sleeping With Taehyung Novels & Stories

Julian held up the bag with something like triumph, and Asher groaned theatrically, and for a moment the whole morning folded itself back into something ordinary, three people and a grocery run and nothing more complicated than that. I carried my share of the bags inside, and didn't look back to see whether Julian was watching me go, though some quiet, honest part of me already knew the answer, and knew, too, that I'd been doing exactly the same thing to him the entire drive home without ever once turning my head to check.

My boyfriend Zane Shaw's ex, Mia Zimmer, has another sleepwalking episode and shows up at our door in the middle of the night. Zane doesn't even hesitate. As if he's done this countless times before, he leads her straight into our master bedroom, settles her into our bed, and gently coaxes her back to sleep. I stand in the doorway, watching the tenderness in his expression. "Zane, what's the excuse this time?" He doesn't even turn around. After a brief silence, he answers impatiently, "You'll get used to it." So this time, there isn't even an excuse. I'm simply expected to get used to another woman showing up at our home in the middle of the night and to my boyfriend's ex sleeping in ou

Nyxaria My mate had a kink. To put it simply, after staying up all night researching whether he’d been hit with a spell or charmed, it was a much simpler conclusion: my golden boy just had a fetish. He derived actual, unfiltered excitement from the thought of him and his brother pleasing me together. “Valen—” I whimpered as he grabbed my thighs, moving my legs over his and spreading his knees, baring me open. The hook-ups were almost never planned but we slowly developed a routine. Every Monday and Friday, Zade picked me up from the tattoo shop to go to a hotel where Valen would be waiting.

____________________________________ I wake up the next morning as the goldenish yellow rays of the gleaming sun enter the room and reach my eyes, eager to wake me from my slumber. I rub open my eyes, I sit up and strech as I yawn, I move forward and as the covers slip over from my upper portion, I realise that I'm naked. Vivid memories of the past night rush through my head and I quickly cover myself up with the sheets, I look beside me to witness a bare Taehyung sleeping peacefully.

The whole way to the hotel, Sienna's face stayed flushed as she clung to my arm and refused to let go. Once we reached the hotel, she fell asleep almost immediately. With no other choice, I helped her back to her room. After some effort, I finally got her settled in bed. Just as I turned to leave, she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. "Owen, don't go." Half-asleep, she murmured softly, "This time, I won't let you leave again."

At the biggest gala the werewolf nation throws all year, I looked dead into the cameras of every news crew there and said, “When the Alpha King walks in tonight, I’m going to sleep with him.” The clip hit the trending list within minutes. The hate came at me in waves. “Her? Sleep with the Alpha King? She should look in a mirror.” “The Alpha King hasn’t touched a woman in years. He hasn’t even shaken one’s hand. She’s dreaming.”

‘Looks like you could do with an early night, sweetheart,’ said Jackie, and Dr Wray nodded. They did just that, hitting the sack at about ten—a good hour or more earlier than they usually did. In spite of the fact Marsha knew Jackie wanted to make love (she could tell by the way she kept snuggling into her, spooning, left hand creeping higher to cup one breast through the satin of her teddy, the right snaking much lower), Marsha was asleep not long after they climbed into bed. She never heard the sigh of frustration from her partner, nor the quiet moans as Jackie pleasured herself, laying next to her. All Marsha knew—and wanted—was the embrace of a different kind of lover: the blackness of s

Pushing the blanket, he looked at his side and scanned the whole room for the lady he banged last night. His brows furrowed and his face turned into a frown as he couldn't see any sign of her. All he saw was the red blood stains on the sheet, a mark of what went down last night. However, he felt refreshed and rejuvenated from f**g a virgin last night. He sighs as he looks at his wrist watch. It was seven thirty. He had been a deep sleeper that he didn't notice when she left his side. "Fanculo! (F**k!)"

I know you got school tomorrow, try not to think about my mouth while you sit in class. I stared at the screen until the words blurred. He was not taking it down. I put the phone under my pillow, pulled the blanket over my naked body, and tried to sleep with the ache still pulsing between my legs and the fear sitting heavy on my chest. The next morning felt too bright and too normal. I got dressed in a simple top and jeans, pulled my hair into a loose knot, and left the house before Aunt Molly could ask more questions. My body still felt used. Every step reminded me of how open and wet I had been for him the night before.

Haley concluded. "Baby, that's not it. Tata and mr. Theo are just---" I was about to say we were just friends. "Right now, we're just getting to know each other, Haley because I don't want to rush your Tata to be with me" Theo cut me off. I stared at him for a moment and looked away when our eyes met. I gulped. I started doing my usual makeup for work as Haley and Theo talked to each other about random things. I finished and we headed down to go to Taehyung's car. Me and Taehyung held Hyerim's hands.