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JUST FOR ME-Fanfiction-CH*27 (The morning after )18+
Taehyung pov: I opened my eyes slowly and yawned. There’s a comfortable warmth spread across my chest. I look down and see Kook still fast asleep. I push his bangs out of his eyes as I gaze at him. He is so beautiful. He shifts to snuggle closer to me and I watch as he scrunches up his face in a bit of a pout before settling into sleep again. His pout makes me frown. Why would he be pouting in his sleep I think to myself. I study him closely. He doesn’t seem to be having a nightmare. I kiss him on his forehead. He shifts again with a small whimper and my eyes widen. Shit, he’s got to be sore. We didn’t clean up, so I didn’t apply any of the ointment. I also know I wasn’t very gentle. A bath is definitely needed for more reasons than one. I know I have something that will help for now though. I move to slide myself out from under him so I can get to my bag. I am hoping not to wake him, so I move as slow as possible. I am able to successfully get out from under him and walk over to my bag. I bend down and pick up my bag and hear a hiss behind me. I turn around quickly to find that Kook has sat up slightly and is looking down at his waist with a pout and a slight frown.
By Stormeseye5 years ago in Filthy
Alice's Wonderland
It’s late and you’re sound asleep in your hotel room. I sneak into your room and softly kiss your lips. I know you sleep in your birthday suit so exploring under the covers for the first time is going to be fun. Your lips are so soft and sweet. You wake up, gently wrapping your arms around my neck, as your tongue slides between my lips. We continue to kiss as I slide under the covers, gently climbing on top of you between your legs.
By Max M Power5 years ago in Filthy
The Barn
Spending time in the country was not my idea of a vacation. Spending time on a farm, well you promised it would be worth it. The clouds begin to roll in as I sat on the porch watching the lighting and smelling the water in the air. You come out of the house wearing light blue Daisy Duke short shorts cut-off jeans and a sleeveless button-up jean shirt to match. You walk past me with those huge seductive hungry eyes and I know what you want. You’re so hot I can smell it. You stroll over to the barn and turn to look at me with those hungry eyes and motion me with one finger to join you.
By Max M Power5 years ago in Filthy
Cheerleader
I walk in the door and turn on the lights as you yell, “Surprise!” Seeing you in your old high school cheerleader uniform, your hair pulled back tight into a ponytail, with a ribbon holding it in place, my jaw drops, and I’m stunned frozen. You smile wide, hunger and lust in your eyes, as you lean forward and shake your pomp pomps at me. I’m speechless but the rest of my body is wide awake, the evidence visible through my pants.
By Max M Power5 years ago in Filthy
Chicken Soup
I come home from the store with something to make you feel better. You are snuggled up under the covers in the bedroom, sleeping. I start cooking and come in to check up on you, feeling your head for a fever. You moan softly as I lean down to kiss your lips. You wrap your arms around my neck and look up into my eyes, “I love you,” you whisper. “I love you too,” I answer kissing your lips again. I fluff your pillows and make you comfortable.
By Max M Power5 years ago in Filthy
She Took Me To Hedonism
I wrote this in February and it’s about circumstances that lead me to a “free” trip to Hedonism. I answered an advertisement looking for a traveling companion. It listed an all-expense-paid trip to Jamaica and five thousand for the week. I thought what the hell, a week in Jamaica and five thousand dollars to bring home after I was done. This was an opportunity I had been trying to find for a while but just as in real life, some things are too good to be true. I did, however, go on the trip because I needed the money.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Filthy
Running Away With My Lover
As I near fifty it's clear more than half my life is behind me. I will not live to 100, but I can expect to live to 81, which leaves me 30 years. It used to seem like a long time, but now, I know how painfully quickly it can go by. How do I want to spend my remaining days on this pale blue dot?
By Teresa J Conway5 years ago in Filthy
