#also kinda wish we could add or remove body hair for other races

[thechaoticdruid]

Astarion canonly has no body hair. He cannot grow any because 'high elves' cannot grow body hair in both DND and BG3 lore. I feel like this needs to go around because my nerd OCD goes off whenever I see Astarion drawn with armpit hair or other body hair, because he literally doesn't have it.

(No hate to people who like men with body hair, but this man physically cannot grow it.)

Edit: For people pointing out Halsin. Halsin is a WOOD elf not a high elf. (I'm not quite sure about drow cause I believe their darker complexion might make it hard to see if they have body hair.)

Edit 2: I went back and checked for myself that none of the player elf body models have body hair so it seems Halsin is a special case. But I mean he literally jokes about possibly being part half-orc so there's that. That being said the point is still Astarion has no body hair.

[echo-three-one]

A Forgotten Memory

An Alex x OC fic

Link to chapter 1 (here)

Prev (XI - Alex)

Next (XIII - Alex)

Reviews Appreciated. Enjoy the fic!

XII - Samantha

She never expected Alex to handle the situation maturely. She expected him to badger him into going with him on that vacation. She wanted to go for closure's sake, but that would be too unfair for him. He wouldn't want that. Alex was a perfect boyfriend material for her, it's a shame he's a CIA agent.

She gave him a thumbs up as he raised an olive green shirt he tried on, honestly she thought he'd look good on any outfit. She opted on simple clothing as all of this were just temporary and Alex already made the call and would extract them to safety the day after tomorrow. A deep sigh as the idea that it's all over.

They spent the rest of the day at their room. The tv tuned in to local news, talking in a language she found incomprehensible. Alex seemed to be intently watching, guess he's the kind of person who's really into current events, translating headlines for her, which she found kinda sweet.

Samantha plopped her head on her mattress, they apparently rented separate beds, making her think this was another sign from whatever Fates were weaving their destinies, to which she almost want to believe in.

"Real for your thoughts?" Alex joked, offering her a coin from the country they're in. Samantha once again laughed at him for it, he really knows how to cheer her up.

"Say, if you weren't a "CIA Agent", what would you be?" she asked, mouthing the term CIA Agent.

Alex hummed as he thought of an answer.

"Dad always said I'm good with people. That's why he wanted me to pursue Sales or Marketing or any Business course." he chuckled at the idea.

"I bet you'd look good in a suit." Samantha chimed in, mentally fighting herself not to imagine him in one. She has to let go of him, for her own heart's sake.

"Yeah? I wore it a few times. I actually feel like a hundred grand when I wore it." he smiled as his eyes trailed off to memory lane. Samantha tried her best not to admire the scenery infront of her. This was harder than she thought.

"I wonder if our paths would cross if we were somebody else..." Samantha asked another follow up question.

"Maybe, I'll get sick and I'd be admitted to a hospital you're stationed to." He replied, amused at the story he's forged.

"Yeah, what are the odds." She dismissed, laughing at the absurdity of his imagination.

"I'm gonna miss you." He stated, completely off topic and completely serious. Samantha thought she already cried everything she could for today, but tears started welling once again. She felt that her movements were automatic, as she quickly dove to Alex's bed and tackled him with a hug. Alex didn't hesitate and quickly gave her a kiss. It felt hot, wet and longing. As if they were deprived from each other for a very long time, their tongues clashed inside their mouths, as they held their breaths neither one of them wanted to break free from each other.

Their hands started grazing against each other, desperately longing for each others touch, his rough palm against her smooth thigh. Each slide sent shivers throughout her whole body. She convinced herself that this could help her move on, even though she believed it would just worsen their case, but she was only human and this what what she yearned for ever since last night. She was willing to add one last memory of him, one she convinced herself to be the final one.

Alex was very responsive to her, he couldn't deny that he liked where this was going. Besides, he was the one who bargained her for an extension. He lied down and let her take the lead, following what she wanted to happen and letting her take over. Following every order she whispers without hesitation. He understands what she felt and he feels the same. They'll be away from each other in two days, it's only reasonable to make these count.

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Samantha traced Alex's cheek with her index finger, feeling the thick beard brush against it as she slides it up his hair, spreading her palm and feeling his head with it. She never felt this sexually contented in quite a while, a feeling she's deprived of after the loss of her long term boyfriend. Her touch seemed to startle him as he slowly opened his eyes and smiled, letting out a sexy groan and reaching for her. Samantha shifted her position so Alex could spoon her from behind, letting his warm body heat up her naked back. She let out a contented sigh and slowly urged herself to sleep.

~

The sound of children lauging and running outside the streets woke Samantha up, with a quick glance she found out that Alex was nowhere to be found. She hastily put on her clothes and looked at the window. A sigh of relief escaped her nostrils when she found him playing with the children. It was a heartwarming view, adding fuel to the flame labeled "My love for this Man", a flame slowly being extinguished by time. The kids stopped playing and started pointing out to the sky, waving like excited people when Titanic left the dock. She saw Alex turn to her and gave her a sad frown.

"I thought it was tomorrow." Samantha asked as soon as Alex entered the room, quickly picking up the little things they owned.

"I'm also worried why we got extracted earlier." Alex replied, holding her shoulders and staring at her. He's CIA but Samantha could actuly feel the sadness in his aura, despite him good at concealing emotion.

Samantha followed as they make their way to the aircraft.

"Why is it a day earlier?" She heard Alex yell as the loud whirring of the propeller filled the area.

"It's secret orders. The Head believes that the assumption that someone within the CIA is in kahoots with Nero is still in play." the pilot replied. Alex tapped his shoulder and escorted her to the plane. She couldn't believe it, but she's flying home. A plethora of mixed emotions overwhelmed her as they slowly ascended from the little town which housed them for a day, the view of it getting smaller and smaller as they flew farther away back home.

As soon as they descended and stepped out of the plane, she quickly pulled Alex for one last message. He's going to be busy now as she overheard the mole they're trying to catch.

"Hey. Guess I brought you home safe, after all." He laughs, tapping her shoulder.

"Yeah. You're a man of your word after all." She smiled and hugged him tight, not minding the people around them. Then from the corner of her eye, a tall intimidating figure stood. It was her father.

"I guess this is goodbye." She whispered.

"We could still talk after the briefing." Alex countered, still hopeful.

"My Dad's here. He's going to send me away. Thanks Alex... For everything... I'm sorry I can't be there for you..." she sobbed.

"I fully understand, Samantha. You're a memory worth treasuring. Heck, maybe when I retire, you're still ummm available.. so why not?" he joked. A joke he wished would be half true.

"Don't get your hopes too high, Alex. I don't want to live waiting for uncertainty. I'm done with that." She smiled and bid him one last goodbye. Tears were shed and hearts were broken... but life must continue to go on and experiences will then become teachers for the future. Samantha thought, the idea of moving on from two men in a span of a month was tiresome and heart aching, but she believed that she's strong enough to face it all in due time.

Alex walked away to the briefing room not leaving his eye on her, Samantha did the same as she walked to his father. They're both going to miss each other a LOT.

"My beautiful Sammy! You're safe!" Richard Coleman, her father, hugged her dearly. She could feel his worry fade away the moment he saw her in one piece.

"Dad." she cried.

"I'm sorry I brought you in this mess... I tried to make your life normal but-" the head apologized and Samantha cut him off.

"It's okay Dad. I could handle the experience. Besides, the CIA did a good job protecting me. And that's on you, right?" She laughed, trying to hide the pain.

"I see you've acquainted yourself to my general duties." he replied.

"Yeah. A little bit."

"I've come to make amends, as a father and as the Head of National Defense." The tone shifted seriously, Samantha's heart raced at what's going to happen next.

~

"MK Ultra's successful memory alteration serum." The doctor proudly said infront of the head of defense and his daughter.

"Directly injected to the subject along with a narration of a certain script, made by our scriptwriters, we are able to implant, alter or delete selected memories from our patient." he added. Samantha shuddered at the idea, it's somehow cruel and inhumane but also what she might need to live a normal life.

"This means we could remove her memories of the IP address and everything that's happened to her in the past weeks?" Richard queried.

"Yes, we could make it look like she had a vacation somewhere." the scientist replied.

"She has to make a detail of events that we could forge. If she cooperates, this will be a 100% success." The scientist supplemented once again.

"So, what do you say, Sammy? Is this enough for you to start a normal life?" Richard asked, Samantha was overwhelmed at the decision she's going to make. It was too hard for her to let go of Alex's memories, but then again... they weren't meant to end up together anyway. A huge price to pay for a shot at a new life.

"Before I go, can I atleast have one last request?"

She spoke, determination filled her voice.

"Sure, what is it?" Richard agreed.

"A pen and paper." She said, tears falling out of her eyes.

[criminally--reid]

Go Home, Spencer

Warnings: er smut? Fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, yaknow; also not rlly edited n kinda rushed but like whatever :/

Pairing: spencer reid x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k (1,268)

(authors note at the end if ur down I guess. kinda important i guess i dunno)

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“Mmmh, j-jesus fuck! Nnng so- fuck! So  fucking good. Holy shit-” 

Buzz Buzz Buzz 

An incoming phone call interrupts you. You pause your video and answer the call from Morgan telling you to check on Reid. He hadn’t been quite the same since he went through everything with the last couple cases. You slip on a t-shirt and shorts and hop in your car to head to the office. 

“Everything okay, Spence?” He’s in the meeting room, whiteboards covered in chicken scratch, cork boards covered in pictures upon pictures of crime scene photos. 

 “No.. No it’s not okay. I- I- I don’t understand how I didn’t see it-” 

“Wha- what are you talking about?” 

He runs his hands up his face and into his hair as he storms off to the break room; me hot on his trail. 

“I can’t believe I had the initial profile wrong. I was so certain I knew, but he killed again. I thought I had it right; thought I knew.” 

“Spence, we caught the guy. It’s over-" 

"We could have caught him sooner." 

"Spence, it's done. It’s friday. You can go home. For once, stop profiling and enjoy yourself.” 

“I can’t just stop profiling. It’s what I do all day, everyday. I’d have to turn my brain off to quit. Like right now, you’re eager to get home. Not to someone, but something. You’re a bit fidgety. radiating an insane amount of body heat. I’m guessing you were watching porn before Morgan called-” 

“I didn’t ask you to start profiling me, Spencer, and how’d you know Morgan called?” 

“Merely observation…and Derek’s always the one that calls.” he continues, stepping closer. 

“Spence-” 

“You told me to enjoy myself... I’m about to.” He steps even closer so his front is flush with mine. I have trouble meeting his stern gaze until he places two fingers under yourchin, forcing eye contact. “Tell me, Y/N, was I right?” I nod yourhead and look away. “Not talking now are we? Words.” 

“Yeah, Spence, you're right.” 

A grim smile creeps across his face accompanied by an almost sarcastic laugh; a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. “Spence? Seriously. I put so much effort and time; blood, sweat, and tears into earning a doctorate for everyone to call me Spence? Or spencer? Reid? No one respects my title, huh. I go above and beyond so I get the doctor respect, but still nothing.” 

“I- no- of course we do. This team would be nothing without you. We- we know how hard you work, Spen-" 

“Turn around.” you do as he says, turning around and gripping the edge of the large wooden table that sits in the middle of the room. He runs his hands up you back and around your neck, pulling your ear closer to his mouth. “What was it about?” 

“Wha-” 

“The video. What was it about?” 

“Uh- i-it was, uhm, a- a boss and his uh employee..” 

Spencer lets out a sinister yet somehow innocent laugh. “That excites you? You dirty girl. Is that something you think about a lot? Fucking whoever’s in charge of you at work?” You hesitate before slowly nodding your head. “I hope a co-worker can fulfill your fantasies.” He snakes his opposite hand down to plant a firm slap on your ass, eliciting a moan from your chapstick-coated lips. 

He unwraveles his arm from around you and drops down to his knees behind you; taking your shorts down with him, revealing that you have no underwear on. 

“No panties…” he whispers almost to himself. Excitement swells inside you as well as on the surface of your skin as he peppers open-mouthed kisses all over the back of your thighs, getting everso closer to your heat. He pries your legs open, and you let out slow, deep, shaky breaths in response. They soon become shallow - almost nonexistent - as he slip stwo fingers inside you. “So wet,” he snickers. He quickens his pace with each thrust, and you're a mess in no time. 

“S-spencer,” you choke out. 

Another harsh slap on your ass. “Who?”

“Dr. Reid.. please..” 

“Please what?” He quickens his fingers, rendering you almost speechless. 

“Fu-fuck me, Dr. Reid, please.’’ 

Immediately, he stops in his tracks and removes his fingers; an empty feeling washing over you. He stands up, his front flush with yourback and you can feel his bulge pressing up against your thigh, through his pants. “Open,” he says, and you part your lips allowing his fingers to dance inside, coating your tongue with your own juices. 

“Good girl.” 

You hear the sound of him undoing his belt followed by his suit pants hitting the floor. You spread your legs slightly, more than ready for him. The tip of his length makes contact with your slick folds and your insides tighten up automatically. “S- Doctor, please.” 

“As you wish.” 

He slips inside easily, and you feel full once again. He goes agonizingly slow; torturing you. Slow, long strokes, filling you to your hilt; then all the way out and back in again.

“Doctor Reid, faster, plea- ohmygod!”   

“Shti! So fucking tight.” 

The sound of his thighs hitting the back of your slick ones fills and echoes through the room. A harsh slap on your ass followed by a squeal adds to the audible pleasure. He removes his hands from your hips to tangle one into your hair and the other one snaking around your front to rub hellish circles on your clit. You collapse onto the table - putty in his hands; an absolute moaning mess. The knot that began before you got there returning full-force, threatening to unwind. You clench around his length, trying to hold back your orgasm and relish in the immense pleasure. But all too soon, the floodgates are threatening to open; aching for release. 

“Mmh- you gonna cum for me?” Spencer breathes out from behind you, his pace ruthless and steady. 

“Mmfuck, Spence- yes.” 

His grip tightens in your hair, and he pulls your head back - ear level with his mouth as he lowly taunts, “How do we ask nicely?” 

“Doctor Reid,, plea- fuck! Please.. Can I cum, please?- S-so fucking good. Spencer... please?” 

“Cum,” he whispers in yourear; sending shivers down your spine. Almost instinctively, you clench around him and your juices explode. An uncontrollable, high-pitched cry leaving your mouth as anticipation finally reached its apex. 

A few more strokes and Spencer pulls out and finishes on yourlower back, leaving you with an aching empty feeling once again. His hands falling on either side of you holding him up. Both of us panting like race dogs. He stands up - putting some space between you and him - allowing you to turn around and admire the sight in front of you: A wild Spencer, glistening with post-sex sweat, dressed in nothing but a haphazardly buttoned beige button-up, running his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. 

You both hurry to throw your clothes back on. 

“So…” Spencer starts.

“That was.. -” 

“Yeah, it was.” Spencer attempts to sputter out a sentence, and you both laugh at his failure.

“Listen, I- uh.. Okay,” you laugh. “Go home, pretty boy. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, and don’t even think about this place until Monday.”

He stands in front of you once again, your back up against the table, his hands lightly resting on your sides. “I think I’ve had enough fun in the last hour to last you the rest of the weekend. Given that, I’m obligated to come back tomorrow.” 

“Jesus Christ, Reid.” you chuckle, and he joins in.

“Fine. Monday.” He places a kiss to your forehead, grabs his cross-body bag, and heads to the door. A quick wink, and he’s out of yoursight all too soon. 

“Monday,” you whisper lowly to yourself, and smile like a total loon all the way back to your car. 

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a.n.: ok so like this isn't rlly edited but whatever I already said that akajak

the thing is, I have a few more of these already written (that I should actually prob look over n edit). But I cant decide if I should try harder to make them a series or not. The story lines VAGUELY run together, but like I references different seasons of spencer?? like does that matter ?? or? Maybe it could just be like an analogous series bcos the plots kinda make sense individually.. eye dunno bbies,, gimme ur opinion if ur reading this :)

Also,, lemme know ur opinion on the spacing. I feel like this.is too far apart, but i feel like if i dont double space or whatever, the words will get jumbled up and it'll be harder to read? It is for me at least.. lemme know what yall prefer

Ok so I made the spacing smaller. I feel like it's hard to read but maybe I'm just an idiot:/ lemme know uwu

[boyfriend-vernon]

f i r e w o r k s

g e n r e - s m u t

w a r n i n g s - s e m i - p u b l i c, f i n g e r i n g, b l o w j o b,                            e x p l i c i t  l a n g u a g e

o r i g i n a l  c o n t e n t - i did write this and the original that can be found on wattpad at the user ong_seunguwu

o r i g i n a l  i d o l - j u n g  h o s e o k

a u t h o r  n o t e -   i tried to include every member. if i missed a member it was not on purpose or out of biased opinion... trust me. in the case that i did miss someone please note that i am sorry and i love all of my boys. also please remember that in all case when you say no it means no! no exceptions! 

Sandwiches? Check!

Chips? Check!

Drinks? Check!

Blankets?Check!

You continue your mental list as you gather everything you needed for your day out with the boys. You've been waiting so long for them to come back home from tour, especially Vernon. You two had been friends since your diaper days and watching him grow up to be such a successful person overfilled you with joy and happiness, but it also made you lonely. No longer could you do movie nights, or go out for coffee. No more library meet-ups or bestie days. Nowadays, you could barely hear his voice. He did his best to call you, even managed to send you cute texts from time to time. You can't count on your fingers how many times you had to chastise him because he would try and force himself awake to face time you. He was a sweetheart, no one could deny that. He was the greatest friend that anyone could ask for, but more often than not, you wished he was more.

With a small shake of your head, you grab your things and head to your car.

"No point in getting your hopes up..." You sigh to yourself as you get in your car. You decided that now may be a good time to call him and make sure everyone was ready.

"Hello?" a groggily deep voice answered.

You facepalm as you hear his voice knowing you'd once again forgotten his odd sleep schedule.

"Hey V!" you reply.

"Oh, baby, it's you," he begins and your face heats up. Not only was his sleepy voice sexy as hell, he had never called you that before.

"I was just having a lovely dream about you." he finishes with a deep and tired chuckle.

"Y-you were?" you stutter out questioningly, "What about me?"

You can almost hear the smirk fall upon his lips as he speaks to you. "Well, kitten, there was a lack of clothing on both of our parts and you were pretty quiet since your mouth was wrapped around my c-"

"HANSOL CHWE!" you exclaim loudly, snapping him out of his deeply fatigued stupor.

"Shit, What was I saying?" he questioned shaking his head trying to clear his foggy brain.

"N-Nothing! I'll see you in a bit. I'm on my way! Bye!" You squeak out and quickly hang up your phone, throwing it in the passenger seat. You lean your head against the steering and groan, not so innocent thoughts crossing your mind. With a heavy groan, you start your car and head over to the boys, praying that they were up.

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Vernon lets out a soft groan as he rolls on his bed, trying to make himself more comfortable as he slowly succumbs to the soft lullaby of sleep. Just as he was about to sleep once more, life had to be a pain in the ass. In other words, Seungkwan and Mingyu were up.

"Hansol! Wake up! Wake up!"

"It's almost noon~"

"Aren't we going to see (Y/N) today?"

At that last statement, Vernon shot out of his bed, slipping and almost falling face-first on the wooden floor. How could I be so stupid?! I should've been up by now! Y/N will be here any minute and I haven’t even had a shower! What kind of best friend am I?! With a racing mind, he runs to his closet and grabs a decent outfit for the day and then begins running to the shower, but before he could get to the door, he was stopped once again by the ever-annoying yet loveable mood-makers of the group.

"Hansol... You move so slow!" Mingyu teased "mimicking" Vernon’s supposedly slow walking.

"Shut up! I'm moving aren't I?!" Hansol replies kinda snarkily.

Mingyu cackles and Hansol shakes his head before walking to the bathroom. He lays his clothes over the rack beside the tub and quickly strips. Usually, Vernon locks the door behind him, but he was in too much of a rush to even think about that.

As he rubs the soap lathered washcloth over his abdomen he hears the bathroom door open. He freezes but sighs in relief when he hears Jihoon begin speaking.

"You really should not answer phone calls unless you are fully awake," Jihoon states bluntly closing the door behind him.

"What do you mean?" he questions as he shampoos his hair thoroughly.

"Do you not remember what you said to Y/N?" Jihoon question with an almost audible smirk.

"N-No," Vernon replies opening his eyes to look at Woozi through the shower curtain, "What did I say?!" 

He shakes his head, "Let's just say telling your best friend that you had a dream about her sucking you off, isn't the best way to keep the friendship going."

Vernon coughs loudly, "I DID WHAT?!" He screams.

"Yea... Good luck covering that one up Hansol. There is no recovery from shit like that."

"Wow Ji thanks for the vote of confidence," Hansol responds sarcastically.

"Eh, my pleasure," Woozi begins, "Oh you also might find it a little complicated to get dressed without clothes to put on."

Jihoon walks out of the bathroom door to the sounds of Vernon screaming a few choice words that are only being met with cackles from Seungkwan, Mingyu, and Soonyoung.

Vernon finishes his shower angrily. After rinsing off his body he climbs out of the shower and wraps a plain white towel around his waist.

His heart stops when he hears shuffling in his room, followed by the faint singing of a females voice.

"Y/N," he calls out as he approaches his bedroom, "close your eyes."

"Why am I closing my ey-?" you question as you turn around to see a basically naked Vernon in the doorway.

You can't help but stare at the tall man, his perfect figure, and slightly damp and glistening abs.

He blushes darkly and as he fumbles to turn around and close the door he almost drops his towel.

You yelp and drop your gaze as he struggles to rewrap it around his waist. You sit on his bed and look in every direction but him. He walks over to the dresser, the whole time sneaking small glimpses of you blushing. Finally, with a sigh, he walks over to you and leans down to speak to you.

"Y/N I am sorry about what I said over the phone, but it wasn't a lie. I did have that dream and I am thinking about that dream now. I'm also thinking about kissing you. I think I'm going to do that. If you don't like it or want me to, then push me away." Vernon states bluntly as he lifts your chin and connects his lips with yours.

You automatically sink into the kiss. Of course, you wanted him to kiss you! You almost flipped your shit every time he got remotely close to you!

He gently licked your bottom lip before nibbling on it lightly. You opened your mouth and he happily slipped his tongue inside. He placed his hand on the back of your neck pulling you in deeper. You let out a quiet and light moan. As soon as you did he pulled away and looked you in the eyes.

In one swift motion, he was hovering over your body with your hands pinned above your head.

"Y/N?"

"Y-yes V?"

"Will you make my dream a reality?"

"W-what?! Vernon the boys are literally in the other room!"

"If they see it, then they see it. They would probably just be jealous anyways. I know I'd be jealous if I walked in on one of the boys with your lips wrapped around their dick."

"VERNON!"

He chuckled, "C'mon baby, for me?" he prodded kissing your neck.

You blushed darkly, "I-I'll do it."

Hansol smirked, "Good girl."

You blushed as he crawled off of you. You finally got a good look at his erection poking through the white towel. You stood up and grabbed his hips. You turned him so that he could sit on the bed. You removed his towel and somehow your blush darkened even more. He wrapped his hand in your hair and guided your head towards the tip of his cock. You opened your mouth and took the tip in. He let out a quiet and deep moan. He pushed your head down further around his length, letting his head drop back. He closed his eyes moaning in pleasure.

"You feel so good with your mouth around me like this Y/N. No wonder I woke up from my dream so happy." Hansol said forcing his cock to the back of your throat.

You gagged lightly and hummed around him.

"Ah, fuck!" he moaned deeply.

"Such a good little slut, but still you look so beautiful with me fucking your mouth like this." He mumbled out in between moans.

Listening to the vulgar words slipping off of his tongue and smothering you in dirty compliments made you even more turned on than before. He shoved your head down, his tip touching the back of your throat as he came. He let out one long groan. As you were removing your mouth from around him his door opened and Junhui walked inside. You all froze in place. Your mouth still halfway around Vernon’s length, his hand still wrapped in your hair, and Junhui in the doorway mouth agape.

He bowed quickly exclaiming his apologies before running out of the room slamming the door shut behind him. There was screaming and laughing coming from outside of Vernon’s room. He was smirking as you removed his dick from your mouth and stood. You wiped the corner of your mouth and he stood up, wrapping his arms around you.

"We were caught," you mumble in slight defeat.

He chuckles and snakes his hand in between your legs. He doesn't waste time as he pushes a finger inside of you.

"And based on how wet your are, you liked it." He replied thrusting his finger in and out.

"Vernon!" You moan out loudly.

This time he full-on smiles as he adds another finger and teases your clit with his thumb.

"Baby girl, be as loud as you want. I want everyone to hear how I finally got my dream come true," he whispers in your ear as he turns you both around to gently lay you on the bed.

You moan out loudly in ecstasy as he speeds up the thrusts of his fingers and adds a little more pressure to your clit. You forget where you are and it becomes just the two of you.

"Hansol I need more! Please!" you scream out in absolute pleasure and need.

He smirks and adds a third finger. You claw at his shoulders and back as he moves his fingers inside of you. Without a clear warning, you cum around them, screaming out his name. He continues moving them in and out of you until you finish out your high. He removes them and then licks each digit clean.

"You taste delicious Y/N." he compliments quietly.

You blush and sit up, "Vernon I think I should probably get cleaned up."

He chuckles and smiles down at you beautifully, "Let me get dressed princess and then I will help you okay?"

You nod with a small smile and watch him slide on his underwear and a pair of grey sweatpants. He keeps his shirt off and you can't help but admire his toned body. He grabs his towel and helps wipe up the mess you made. Walking over to his dresser once more, he grabs a pair of spandex shorts.

"I don't have any underwear for you to wear, but these should be okay. They are tight enough!" He says smiling and handing them to you.

You giggle and stand up sliding them under your skirt. He grabs your face and kisses you softly.

"Hey, I think I'm in love with you."

"You better be, because I'm in love with you too."

He smiled widely and grabbed your hand, walking out of the bedroom.

As the two of you stepped in the living room Woozi smirked and Junhui looked everywhere but at you. It was Seungcheol that broke the silence with a loud laugh.

"Y/N, I love you, but you could at least try to be discreet!" Joshua said shaking his head.

You blushed darkly, "Shut up!"

This caused Seungcheol to laugh harder. Dokyeom looked kinda confused for a minute before everything clicked.

"Was that you two having sex?!" He screamed incredulously, looking around at everyone.

Him yelling this out made Woozi and Wonwoo lose it. The three of them were all but rolling on the floor. Tears of happiness cascading down their cheeks and Dokyeom looking beyond shook.

"What the fuck Hansol?!" Dokyeom exclaimed. Vernon only smiled.

"It must have been good if Y/N was being that loud..." Jeonghan said teasingly. This called Vernon to smile even brighter.

"You guys stop talking about it!! I'm gonna have the image of Y/N attached to Hansol by the dick for months!" Junhui whined rubbing his eyes aggressively.

"Shut up Junhui! You just wish it were you! Now, will you all shut up and get in the damn car so we can go to the fucking park?!" You exclaim, embarrassed.

Everyone picked themselves up off of the couches, still laughing, or in Junhui’s case grumbling about the image in his brain.

After about 30 minutes of driving, you all made it to a small secluded area within the nearby park. With everyone's help, everything was unpacked quickly. You all sat on the large checkered blanket and ate sandwiches and shared stories. Eventually, you unpacked the football and you and Seungkwan watch the boys play.

"Y/N I'm glad you two are finally together. Granted, I would have rather found out by you just telling us and not your screams from the bedroom." Seungkwan said smugly.

You rolled your eyes but smiled, "I'm happy we are finally together too."

As the night went on and the sun began setting the boys began cheering. You walked to the trunk of the car and pulled out a box of fireworks.

"Alright, boys! Who's ready for the Seventeen Firework Extravaganza?!" You jeered.

The boys hooted and hollered as you walked the box a few feet from the blanket. Minghao was in charge of the fireworks from then on. As the night stretched on you realised this was one of the best moments of your life. Snuggled up on a blanket with your long-time best friend and very new boyfriend. Watching fireworks exploding into the air surrounded by people you love. This was what life was supposed to be like. You turn to look at Vernon, but he is already looking at you. He pecks your lips softly and then turns back to the fireworks.

As everyone sits in silent and content awe Wonwoo speaks, "Life is just like fireworks. We foresee our own possibilities but it shines for a short moment then disappears, just like those fireworks. And that's life."

After a moment Woozi says, "I think I like the way life has become."

Everyone nods and the silence falls back into place. This wasn't just a moment, this was a story for the future.

[stuckinthekookiejar]

Rematch

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You had won in a game against Jungkook, granting you your wish of a picnic date. But knowing him, all he wanted was a rematch. 

Word Count: 2363

You laid on your belly atop your bed, groaning into the sheets. The day was nice, the sun was shining, but what were you doing? You were in bed watching Jungkook play his video games. Yeah, you loved video games too, you even considered yourself a pretty good gamer, but playing games were what the two of you have been doing for the past few days. The same thing, day in and day out. Games, games, games. 

Jungkook sat with his back leaning on the edge of the bed, intensely focusing on the television before him. He was playing some sort of online multiplayer shooter game, “YAH! YAAAH! OOOH, YEAAAH!” You could tell by the way he was screaming that he was definitely winning. This boy had a huge competition complex and never accepted taking second place.

You crawled over behind him and nestle your head in the crook of his neck. He was so into the game, he hadn’t even flinched when your sharp chin made contact with his neck, “Koookie, can we pleeeeease do something else?” He just made some weird grunt sound in response, “Kooooookie!” You wiggle your head playfully to snap him out of his gamer trance.

“Jagi, I’m...kinda....in....the middle....of something...YAH GOT ‘EM!” He was harshly pounding on the buttons in between each word. He really loved winning, this boy. Your eyes lit up when an idea came to mind.

“Hey, Kooks I got an idea,” 

“Hmm?” You weren’t really sure if he was listening, but you went on anyways.

“Why don’t we play a game?” With a push of a button, he pauses the game. Just the sound of the word “game” got his attention. 

“Okay, I’m listening”

“Whoever wins gets their wish granted.” He nodded in consideration.

“Okay, but just so you know jagi, I’m not going to go easy on you.”

“Who said I wanted you to?” Your own competitive side started to show. You two decided on a game of MarioKart. A single race on Rainbow Road would determine if you were going to get what you wanted: a picnic date. 

Jungkook never knew it, but every time you raced against him you’d always go easy and let him win. If you hadn’t, he’d go on and on and on for weeks about having a rematch, but now you were prepared to show him just how skilled you were at swiftly maneuvering a joystick. By the end of the race, Jungkook’s eye was twitching and his mouth hung open in disbelief at his loss, but you were beaming with joy. His expression is coated in dissatisfaction and just to add the cherry on top, you decide to pinch his cheeks and tease him,

“Who won, Kookie? I won! Oooo, is wittle Kookie angwy? Awww goochie goochie goo!” You turn his face from side to side with the light grip you had on his cheeks. He takes your wrists in his hands and removes your hands from his face,

“Whatever...I...I was just going easy on you that time, okay?” He just did not want to admit defeat and you found his denial adorable, “But a man has to keep his promises. So, what kind of wish did you have in mind?” 

“Mmm, I well. I always dreamed having a picnic date with my boyfriend, and the weather seems okay today.”

“A picnic date? Right now?”

“Yeah, right now.” He stares at you blankly as if you were stupid or something.

“Jagi, you do know a picnic requires food, right? Did you happen to prepare any because I know I didn’t.” You blink several times before thinking to yourself, well shit. You didn’t really think ahead, but you wanted to go on a picnic. He chuckles and ruffles your hair, “But as I said, a man has to keep his promises.”

You walk hand in hand down the quiet streets of your neighborhood to a nearby park where you two would have your picnic. 

Originally, you envisioned having that stereotypical romantic picnic date next to the Han River, but because of the kind of career Jungkook had, going in the middle of the day when lots of people were around wouldn’t be a good idea. 

Just as you were wondering how you were going to get food, he stops you right in front of your local convenience store. 

“Wait right here, jagi.” He darts for the entrance and disappears behind the sliding doors. Through the large windows, you can see him run all around the store grabbing things seamlessly off the shelves. The cashier rings up the items and Jungkook again delves deeper in the store preparing the food he just bought. Soon enough he was out with a shopping bag hung around his wrist and two large cups of piping hot ramen noodles in hand. It wasn’t quite the meal you had in mind, but nothing was more perfect as long as you were with him. 

You get to the park and nobody was in sight, apart from those few people walking through the neighborhood to get to the busier parts of the city. Jungkook, unable to get the blanket out from his backpack, asks you to unzip his bag and lay out the blanket. With a giant swoosh, the blanket flies in the air momentarily before being tugged down to the ground by your grip. You smooth out the blanket and tap on the spot next to you, telling Jungkook to have a seat. He sets down the ramen and begins to unpack the rest of the goodies he bought at the convenience store. 

“Here you go, my lovely lady,” he rips the lid completely off the bowl of ramen and a burst of steam escapes. Your eyes ogled at the sight as your stomach growled in anticipation. You split the chopsticks Jungkook had given you in half and readied yourself to scarf down the cup of instant noodles. 

By the time he finished his own noodles, you were only half way done with yours. Jungkook lies down on his side with his arm propping him up, admiring you as you ate a large wad of noodles with a loud slurp. A droplet of broth hangs on the edge of your mouth, and before you could wipe it away Jungkook does it for you. The birds are chirping, cars whizzing by sound off in the distance and the giggles of your boyfriend teasing you about how you make such a mess makes your heart flutter. It was everything you could ask for in a picnic date: the silence of appreciating the environment with your boyfriend. That is until he decides to speak up, 

“Jagi?”

“Yeah, Kooks.”

“I want a rematch.” You roll your eyes. Oh boy, here he goes. 

“Jungkook, we are not going bowling.”

“Whaaaat? Why not?” 

“Kookie, we just got to the park. Can’t we just appreciate the nature and the life happening around us? Besides, I don’t feel like leaving.”

“Leaving? Who said anything about leaving?” He bunny smiles and starts rummaging through his bag. He pulls out one of those kids’ sports backyard play sets, and you weren’t surprised to see just what kind of kit it was, “Jagi-ah look! Can you believe that they have backyard bowling!” He waves his hand across the front of the box, showing off his utter amazement. You, on the other hand, brought a hand to your temple and sighed. Jungkook really does love bowling. 

Before you could even protest, he already got up and started to set up the game. You couldn’t lie, watching him get all giddy and excited over a little bowling game was adorable. Plus, maybe this was your opportunity to make him stop bugging you for a rematch for the next few days. 

In the distance, Jungkook waves his hand in the air telling you to come over. The grass tickles against your feet as you jogged over to him. In his hand, he’s holding a small blue ball, just small enough for you to wrap your hand around, 

“Okay, jagi-ah. So all you gotta do is roll this ball,” He extends his arm pointing towards the plastic multicolor pins that stood in a triangular formation just a few yards away, “and hit those pins over there. Like this!”

You watch as he brings the small rubber ball to his face, his eyes focused solely on the pins in front of him. Slowly he moved forward, one step at a time and swings his arm back then forward releasing the ball from his grasp. He stands there with his right leg behind his left in that kind of pose you saw every professional bowler take and watches the ball roll towards the pins. You hold your breath as the ball looked as if it was rolling to the right of the pins, and gasp once you notice that it curves and makes its way to the center of the formation. The ball hits all of the pins giving Jungkook a strike. 

He smirks, “You think you can beat that. jagi?” As he runs over to reposition the pins, an unexpected fire sparked from within you. Your competitive side was taking over your body, and you had completely forgotten about letting Jungkook win. Perhaps this is why you two were so attracted to each other. The both of you were super competitive.

"Okay, I’ll lay down the rules. Three rolls. No more, no less, no exceptions. Whoever knocks over the most number of pins wins the game and gets their wish granted. Deal?” He sticks his pinky finger up and you wrap yours around his, sealing the deal. 

Flames of determination twinkled in your eyes and you took your first shot, thrusting the ball forward with all your might. The execution wasn’t as clean as Jungkook’s, but it was just as effective. The pins flew in the air as the ball made contact with them. You had gotten a strike. Jungkook’s face was coated with disbelief, 

“J-jagi...”

A smirk forms on your face, “Two can play at this game, Kookie.” 

Jungkook and you were possessed with the feeling of winning. You no longer cared about letting him win, you wanted victory. Soon enough it was now your turn to make your final shot. Jungkook had gotten two strikes and one split. You had also gotten two strikes, meaning you had to knock over at least nine pins to win the game. Jungkook stood on the side, nervous for the outcome. Never in his life had he wanted to win so badly, and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was because this was your first time bowling and if you won you’d never shut up about it. 

You inhale deeply sucking in the now cool evening air and begin the execution. Sweat beads down the side of your temple as you swing your arm, releasing the ball. BOOM! The ball makes contact, pins fly in the air and both your faces are full of awe. You turn and happily skip to Jungkook’s side and cling onto his arm,

“Kookie-ah! Guess who wooooon?” You poke his cheek knowing it would annoy him. 

“Yeah, yeah. What do you want?” He scowls. 

“I want you to sit your ass down and relax. I asked for a picnic date, not a field day.” 

“Fine.” You smile and tug his arm, leading him back to the blanket. 

It was early evening now, and the sun hadn’t quite set. The both of you were laying down, your head nestled on his arm, staring at the sky which was painted with the hues of orange and pink. The cool air whipped about sending shivers down your spine. Jungkook noticed you were cold, so he turns on his side and drapes an arm over your stomach pulling you into his warm embrace. His head perfectly sat right atop yours like putting two puzzle pieces together. 

“Kookie?”

“Hmm?” You felt the vibrations of his vocal cords against your head.

“It feels...I don’t know...so surreal.”

“What does, jagi?”

“It feels like yesterday that I was one of your screaming fans at your concert waving my hand out at you vigorously, hoping that you’d notice me....and now I’m here in your arms on a normal date on a normal day like any other normal couple.” 

“I guess it is a crazy thing to think about...that I’d date you...”

“Yah!” You smack him on the side, but he just tightens his embrace around you,

“I’m just kidding around, jagi. Now stop thinking so much. You said you wanted to relax, right?” he shuts his eyes and his breathing evens out.

It seemed like timed stopped for the two of you. You never wanted such a mundane moment like this to come to an end. The crickets chirping, the fireflies twinkling and the rising moon in the sky were things you took for granted, but during moments like this, you appreciated it all. 

For some reason, a feeling of an emotional surge just rushes through your body, “Kookie?”

“Relax, jagi.” 

“But, Kookie...”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.” You feel his body shift and reposition himself so that you two were laying eye level next to each other. He smiles at you and peppers your face with little pecks, making you giggle against him. It soon escalates to him littering your neck with kisses, and you squirm since it tickled your skin. Heat rushed to our face when you heard footsteps of people passing by. 

“Kookie-ah,” you whispered, “We’re in public!” But he just smiles and continues to shower you with affection. You don’t stop him until you feel a hand curve around your bottom, “Kookie, for real. We’re in public!” He stops, pouting his lips.

“Okay, jagi,” he gets up, tearing you and him apart. He starts packing his bag quickly before making a final suggestion, “I want another rematch. Whoever makes it home first gets their wish granted.” 

But before you could give him an answer, he was already running Naruto style towards your apartment. You didn’t mind, though. You knew what his wish was and this was a rematch you were willing to lose. 

Gif not mine, credits to the owner

[impvarjack60]

17 Treehouse

"This will be the high point of my day,... it's all downhill from here." Lester Burnham ________________________________________________________ Anna had finally been given clearance for all activities and she was bursting at the seams. She was dancing around bouncing on the balls of her feet, showing her usual amount of restlessness. "When we get it done, I want to put some planters up there for flowers, maybe some mums, carnations, or crocuses. Roses might be a bit too formal. Then some rope lighting up the spiral staircase. We are doing the spiral staircase, right?, I mean we could do just a switch back or maybe...." I put a finger up to her mouth, when she got on the ramble, she might not stop for an hour. "Anna, settle down. Let's enjoy the process. If we just wanted the finished project, they could replicate the whole thing, but what fun would that be?" "I'm sorry, Michael. When my brain starts to thinking, sometimes it just runs amuck." "So I've noticed."

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Olaf had managed to acquire the materials we needed, and they had sat in the back yard for a week. He also managed to calibrate the replicator for something that was really beyond his comprehension. "They're called screws, Olaf." "Is that because they use rotational force to anchor into the wood?" "Yes, Olaf. That about sums it up." "Fascinating." He also came up with a power pack that would outlast the drill it was in.

It took a bit of convincing to the Masters that we weren't building something to climb the shield wall- which was dumb- it was two hundred meters tall, then had an opaque shield on top of it, or some type of medieval weapon. Olaf himself had overseen the replication of the 'wooden' pieces. He couldn't for the life of him understand why we didn't want pre-cut pieces, or why we wanted to build it at all. "Michael, I could have this project done within an hour, why do you wish to labor so?" "Idle hands, Olaf. We're bored, and I want Anna and I to do something together." "I've heard that phrase used before." "Idle hands are the Devil's workshop. It was something our slave masters back on Earth used to make us work harder- in other words- it was in the Bible." "I though slavery was abolished on your planet." "HaHaHa, Olaf, that's very funny. Slavery never stopped- they just switched to finances- instead of chains. On Earth, they were the same thing." "When we removed their power grid, did we remove their chains?" "I hope so for their sake, Olaf."

After breakfast, me and Ms. Ants in the Pants got to work. We'd start with the staircase. We picked the straightest 'maple' we could find and spiraled around the trunk. The device we used to cut the planks was actually a type of medical scalpel. It looked like a small flashlight with an adjustable pencil lead thickness beam of light that came out about thirty centimeters at its maximum length. It had been re-calibrated for our use. If it got within one centimeter of flesh, it would automatically shut off. Good thing too. It would cut anything I passed the beam thru. Then the geekazoid had a 'me' flashback. Anna in her best Darth Vader voice; "No, I am your father!" then I picked up the other one; "I'll never join you." All the while making the lightsabre noises during our faux duel. What made it even funnier was the fact we were using actual lightsabres, on an actual spaceship. This woman truly was my soulmate. We got the staircase done when the ship finally rotated out of the starlight.

"Can we bring out some lanterns so we can keep working?" "Let's just call it a day, Anna. We've got plenty of time, patience." "Race you inside!" "Anna, we must clean up first, and I don't want tools laying about overnight." "Ughhhh!" There's still a lot of child in there, and I really want to have a physical relationship with her, but she is damn sure making that choice difficult.

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Once we got inside and finished up with dinner, It occurred to me the Masters have slipped a little. Those medical lasers are made to be used by humanoid hands, and approximately our size. Finally, a small clue as to who, or what they are. "I'm kinda' tired, so I'm headed to bed." She bent over and gently kissed me on the head. As she backed up she slowly opened her eyes. What a pleasant image that was, like the wings of those butterflies. "Goodnight Anna, I'll be up soon." Once she was upstairs, I put some jazz on the turntable, then called out for Olaf. Something had been festering with me all day.

"Olaf, what all did your people do to Earth before we left?" "I can't tell you everything of course." "Of course." Using as much sarcasm as I could muster.

"All power grid devices, such as step up transformers, generator windings, capacitors, and all telecommunications antennas and satellites were destroyed. Anything with a circuit board or solid state device was rendered inoperative." "EMP?" "Yes." "Is that why you were so enamored of my tube gear?" "Besides its primitive construction, yes." "OK, so why did you destroy it all?" "You prayed for help for your world, as did many others. Some of those others are here. We took away their ability for 'enslavement' as you put it. Without technology, they'll revert to a simpler, more manageable existence. It will be the struggle you eluded to earlier. Yes,... many will die, but nature will be brought back into balance." "I had always thought that it would be best for the earth to depopulate, I just never could think of a good way to do it." "Neither did we, Michael. The method we used was rather cruel. But in a few hundred years, they will look back and remember us as liberators." "You do realize Olaf, that speech has been used before, and the ones who said it were anything but." "History will be our judge, Michael. We had to try. The bad news is we had little time before we had to leave, this was the best we could do in such a short time frame." "What about all the nuclear material? That stuff needed electricity to keep it under control." "All nuclear material on Earth was confiscated, and sent into the Sun." "Well,... at least that's a relief." "Leaving those materials behind would have caused the extinction of all life on Earth." "Alright Olaf, I'm sufficiently bummed out. That will be all." "Goodnight, Michael. Pleasant dreams." Not a chance in hell for that. I wonder if that was an attempt at sarcasm?

I went upstairs and just watched Anna sleep, then I stroked her hair. While back home they were smashing in each others skulls for a can of soup on a filthy street somewhere. Most of them doomed to extinction,... but not all of them. I lay here in this comfortable bed, ten times better off than the richest man on Earth, and I can't help but wonder how lucky I am. I have to make this work. I have to have twenty children, raise them properly, teach them to love, to be good to each other, and be good stewards to the world in which they live.

Debt.

I've racked up the biggest debt in history. If a dollar amount were placed on what's happened to me so far, it would be in the quadrillions. For one man, who was a simple worker, doing an ordinary job, his days numbered by a biological death sentence. On a dying world. All the money in the world couldn't save them, those who ran Earth- the true Masters- were now on equal footing with the slave class. They couldn't just buy a ticket to come on board this vessel. Jesus said; "It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of the needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God." His statement now weighing true. Humans spent every waking minute of their day counting money, every decision, every product, every service deemed it's worth based on how much money could be made by it.

This whole project would have never got off the ground on Earth, even if the sun was going supernova. There'd be no profit in it. That basically grounded the space program back home. It was just a giant hole that swallowed money. It was not seen as destiny, or an expansion of the human condition. It was just numbers on a screen, and those numbers just didn't add up. Maybe they deserved to die, the human stench being cleared from what was once a shining beacon floating in space.

It's fate now sealed.

I now have a giant headache from this barrage of thought, and it's not like I can go to the medicine cabinet and grab something, "Oh Olaf?"..................

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We spent the next two days putting up the deck. It was a octagonal affair with enough room to lay down on, the trunk running thru the deck offset so we had space. We also positioned the deck so it was in a thin part of the tree, that way we could see the sky. Anna was the better drawer of us two and her plans were easy to follow. I helped her with the bracing, however. Olaf looked at this and was concerned; "I afraid this design doesn't look entirely stable." "OK, Olaf. when we're done you can shore it up however you see fit." "That would make me feel so much better." He was concerned about our welfare, and it seemed as if he had feelings. He was obviously concerned about Anna, and got her a sling for some of the deck mounts that she insisted on installing herself.

She was one of those 'Get back on the Horse' kind of people, and while I felt some trepidation from her swinging around in that tree, I knew if I stopped her, it would have created some friction between us. Hopefully the Masters have seen fit to make her some more body parts, just in case. While I was trimming some of the deck timbers I dropped the cutting tool, it whizzed right by her arm. Luckily the safety worked.... "Hey!, I just got this thing put back on!" "Sorry!" Ugh,... now I'm trying to maim her.

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We were just finishing up when the ship jumped to the next star. They always brought the ship in the same daylight position so our schedules wouldn't get mixed up. Always fourteen hours of daylight and twelve hours of night. I assumed it matched the planet we were going to. Olaf popped up and said; "We have a special treat for you tonight so be sure to watch the sky." "Wouln't be a problem Olaf, we're sleeping out on the tree house deck tonight." "Are you sure that's wise?" "It'll be fine Olaf, I'm sure we'll survive." Little did I know how close I'd be to being wrong.

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As we rotated into night, The habitat became lit up in color, we had parked next to a nebula. Hundreds of baby stars beaming their first light, making the gas glow in a myriad of colors, breathtaking didn't even begin to describe this. "Look Michael, the sky's awake." And a dream unfolds before our eyes. How many people would give their very lives to see what we are seeing right now? "I'll go get some sheets and pillows." "OK, Anna, I'm on the snacks!" Then we climbed the stairway to heaven, and starred out into space. Umm, salted caramel chocolate chip cookies, and nebula. They go so well together.

We stripped off our clothes, laid down on the deck and got under the covers. Anna's normally teal eyes turned this beautiful green color in the light of the nebula. Her hair looked like fire in its orange glow. "It's so beautiful, Michael." "I know." "But you're looking at me." "Exactly. You're a thousand times more beautiful than that nebula out there." "Oh Michael......" I was laying beside her, slowly running my fingers from nap of her neck to around her breasts, then down between her legs. She was very ready. I could feel the energy pass between us as she arched her back and squirmed enough to knock the covers off.

We started kissing each other softly, but that lasted only a for a few moments. Now our kissing had turned to inflamed passion, our tongues finally meeting for the first time. She slipped her arm underneath me and pulled me on top of her. There was no need for any more foreplay. I could chisel granite and a river flowed underneath her. The wave of adrenaline shock nearly made me pass out as I slipped inside her. Grinding ever so slowly, it was like being sucked into a black hole, as you cross the event horizon, time nearly stops. I was hoping my event horizon would hold out for a little while longer. When she finally climaxed, I heard her scream echo off the hull. Her orgasm was so powerful she clamped me and I couldn't move. Then she rolled on top and gentle passionate love making went straight to animal lust. She was pounding me as hard as she could, moaning with every breath. I could hold back no longer, and it was my turn to start screaming. My vision had clouded from the rush, and I could barely get enough oxygen. I had completely forgotten what that was like.

She leaned in and kissed me, then pressed her lips to my ear and whispered; "Do you want to go again?" I needed at least a few minutes to recover. "Can you give me ten minutes?" "Sure." I think she got minutes and seconds mixed up, as she was back on top of me in no time. It was a very long night...................

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Dawn was breaking when I woke up. Holy shit!, did that actually happen? Oh ya it did, there was barely a dry spot on the deck, and I wasn't in one. Note to self, bring towels next time, lots of towels. I guess youthfulness has it's advantages, but it only goes so far, I had no idea how we were gonna' get down those steps. We might need Olaf to rescue us. Then I heard the voices; "Anna, Mike! Are you ready? We're burning daylight!" Oh, shit! I forgot we were supposed to go running with the Zahir's. However, walking was going to be an issue today. "Oh, hey Abzari. Looks like we misjudged our evening and we wouln't be able to go running today." "Nice tree house Michael, but when....." That's when supernova hair popped her head up. "Oh hey guys, what brings you here?" Hers eyes barely open. I said to her out the side of my mouth; "We were supposed to run with them today, dear."  Anna said rather loudly; "Oh FUCK that idea!!" Then she laid back down. "She's really not a morning person." The look of shock on their faces was priceless. "OK,.... next week then?" "We'll be ready, see ya soon!" Then they turned and ran, quickly.

 We're going to have to burn these sheets and hose the deck down.