Taehyung X Reader Novels & Stories

Clara's POV Taehyung's grip on my wrist was unyielding as he pulled me toward the bed, his movements lacking their usual predatory grace. The fever had sapped some of his strength; I could feel it in the slight tremor of his hand, the way his breath came in shallow, labored huffs. Yet even weakened, he was formidable—his broad frame towering over me, muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. He released me abruptly, sinking onto the edge of the massive four-poster bed with a grunt, his good hand pressing against the fresh bandage on his arm. Sweat gleamed on his forehead, matting his dark hair, and his eyes—those stormy depths that could shift from rage to something almost human—were glaze

Ho-Jim ran his hand through hair and rushed to Hyun-Tae's study room. "Hyun-Tae, please let me go." Syanja whispered under her breath. "Why?" "Why can't you see me? Why can't you love me? "Why can't you try me?" "Did Jung-Hoon's touches make you feel good?" He leaned his face closer to her lips. "Tell me?" Hyun-Tae whispered on her lips, causing her to close her eyes while sobbing. "I want to taste these lips so badly." Syanja squished her eyes tightly, feeling disgusting because of the powerful smell of alcohol. Her vision started blurry with every passing second. She was feeling weak under him, his tight grip on her arms making her feel a thick pain. She wished someone would save her Jung-

TaeHwan straightened his position between her legs and slipped his member into her womanhood. She groaned loud and murmured the name Jungkun. TaeHwan was quite drunk and he paid no attention to her whispers. He continued to thrust inside her and embraced her lips deeply as tears started to accumulate in her eyes and an unusual smile spread over her lips. They both moaned and he loosened all his seeds inside her. She took all the fun of picturing Jungkun. TaeHwan was tired and lying next to her in a sleepy form and she also went to the land of dreams with the impact of Jungkun.

Each creak of the floorboards, each rustle of fabric, sent a jolt of paranoia through her. Taehyung's room number loomed ahead, a beacon in the dimly lit corridor. She tapped lightly, the prearranged code that sent her heart into overdrive. The door eased open, and there he was, a vision in black sweatpants and bare, sculpted chest. His eyes, dark with desire, devoured her.

Anna teased with a small laugh, "It was about my Hot bias Kim Taehyung of BTS - ummph! " Hearing his Anna praising some other guy, the jealousy within Rean's heart surfaced. He immediately sealed her mouth with a scorching hot kiss. Trailing his hand over her back, he squeezed her plum back, earning a sensual moan from Anna. "Who did you say was more handsome than me? " Rean asked playfully. "Kim Taehyung world No.1 handso--- wait .... Rean, what are you doing? Why have you taken your shirt off?" Anna questioned when she saw Rean had already removed his shirt and off.

Hana growled annoyed. She didn't like it when Haekyo brought up the topic. Because both she, and Kyunghee, both have agreed to forget all the events in the past, and they prefer to start their lives again with their own paths. In fact, now Kyunghee is in a relationship with a doctor in Spain. And according to the news, Kyunghee will bring his girlfriend to Korea soon to be introduced to Haekyo and her.

One of his hands cups my jaw, the other trailing down to rest at the small of my back, pressing my body toward him. Taehyung's kissing me! TAEHYUNG..!! The guy everyone wants....the famous Korean idol! the person I just met yesterday? He pulls back and licks his lips slowly, smirking at my dazed expression. "yeah, Jin's brownies are my fav," he says silkily "-but nothing can taste better than my princess!" "Holy heck!" I jump push in a jumble of words to create a breathy response "What kind of drugs did you put in your coffee this morning?!!!"

These were the words she had wanted to hear most lately, and it felt surreal how this man made her ears so sweet. Thinking that Seo Jeong-woo’s sharp demeanor wasn't entirely a bad thing, Hyeon-su stood up from her seat, grabbed Do-yun’s hand, and pulled him up. = = = Looking at Gyeong-shin sleeping softly, a corner of Tae-ha’s heart grew distant and tender. Her body would only get harder from now on; how long was he going to leave her to struggle all alone? Because he had promised not to reach out first, Tae-ha did not touch her. Even in her sleep, her body seemed to be struggling as she let out low groans; though he raised his hand, Tae-ha soon withdrew it.

Taehyung Pov : He was standing under the shower, his one hand was resting on the wall, warm water rinsing through his toned muscular body shining it in the dim light, He looked ethereal, hair was disheveled, he closed his eyes, there was something which was bothering him, he saw she was exhausted when he threw her into the car, she was too tired to even say a word, eventually passed out as soon as her head placed on the car seat. He cracked his neck, never in million years someone try to invade his mind then why now. He turned off the shower, took the towel and came out of bathroom wrapping it around under his waist.

Young-Jae smiled, a lot distracted from his previous thoughts and Minjae chuckled fondly, driving with one hand while the other settled onto Young-Jae's hair again. "He is, he is but you sure haven't seen Taehyung. That man's an eighteenth-century art professor trapped in the body of a frat-boy. He embodies delicacy and beauty while Nam believes in Kalguksu supremacy," she laughed shaking her head. "Anyway, so when he met Tae the very first time he fell out of the chair he was sitting in and bruised his knee. Taehyung, who was trying his best to hold his laughter back, tried to help him up but Tae used to be a lot leaner before. He couldn't pick him up and tripped backward, falling on his bu