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cal calore cuddling hc

- cal cuddling in bed = h e v a n
- he has such a strong grip so if you have to pee during the night good luck™
- but he is a giant cuddly bear, truly
- so I have this headcannon that cal is kinda scared of the dark so he usually has a candle lit when you guys sleep.
- also as a side note when he sleep his face gets all squished and cute and you l o v e it
- anyways
- when he’s really tired and had a long day of doing shit you are usually always in bed before him so he flops down, and grabs you pulling you to him and just mumbles really sleepily “wuv u” and passes out
- he’s a really heavy sleeper so nothing will wake him up, OTHER then you not being in his arms because he will get really protective and panicked when he wakes up and u arnt there
- which almost never happens because he wakes up hella early to workout
- now to actual cuddling
- he is almost always on his back your head on his chest
- and he’s always warm and it’s really warm and lovely and cute and all in all a 10/10 experience

UPDATE: GUYS THIS ISNT FUCKING MARECAL STOP TAGGING THAT SERIOUSLY STOP
Hot Bath

If not for the bathroom Stone, I would have spent many days enjoying the singular comfort of a hot wash. (…) Back at the notch we were lucky to bathe in cold rivers

King’s Cage chapter 6, page 71

@lilyharvord @redqueenfandom  @gisabarrow @queenmareena

Anyone else wondering about how many times Mare thought about asking Cal to bathe with her to make it warmer in Glass Sword??

— windy days.

Genre: Angst + Minor Smut ➝ Sword Art Online AU

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader.

Plot: Windy Days: an interactive game for the one’s who are brave enough to challenge it.tackle the 300 levels, select your difficulties, beat the game. Will you survive?

Warnings: Suggestive sexual content, threesomes, could have ended up as a full on gang-bang but I decided to against it, sexual language and character death.

Notes: Take a shot every time I include a meme in a sentence. Any mistakes will be fixed later!


“You’re seriously going to play this game?”

Jungkook leant over the back of Jimin’s chair, staring with curiosity at the neatly packaged video game sitting on Jimin’s desk. Opposed to Jungkook’s crazed stare and the panic in his eyes, Jimin couldn’t help but let out an excited yelp as his eager hands peeled away the packaging, his eyes soaking up the colours of the front of the box.

“You know people have died from this game, right? Already.” Jungkook reminded, trudging away to sit on the elder boy’s bed, letting his back lean against the plain wall. “And you want to willingly go inside of it?”

“Come on, Kook,” Jimin sighed, holding up the package. He couldn’t quite believe that it was in his hands, at last. “I’ve been saving up for this game since it was rumoured. And now, only a day after the release, I am ready to play. Isn’t that cool?”

No! Did you ignore the part about people dying?” Jungkook hissed. “What does your Mom think about this?”

Jimin shrugged, “She didn’t buy it. So, she can’t do anything about it.”

“What did our school say about this?” Jungkook inquired, and Jimin laughed loudly.

“Do you not know how many kids have brought this game, and are living the life inside of it right now?” Jimin reasoned, and Jungkook could only sigh with agreement. “I’d be surprised if more than half of the school returns next week.”

“Make sure you’re one of them,” Jungkook begged finally, playing with the threads in the blanket placed over the foot of the bed, which he had suddenly occupied his time with. “Mark keeps trying to call me, he’s so weird.”

Jimin wasn’t really listening, but nodded anyway and continued to stare excitedly down at the game.

He bloody well hoped so.

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It's History ( a JohjixMC fic)

Greetings, friends and fellow fans of otome~! The name’s Trinity (I go by superhighschoollevelotome or TrinityThatcher on tumblr). This is my first time posting my writing on tumblr so… Be gentle! TTuTT

(It’s also my first time posting smut fic, so if you have any pointers for me, please don’t hesitate to message me~! I welcome constructive criticism)

Anywho, to the summary~!

You take your long-term boyfriend, Johji Chakura, out on a date to a museum, his favorite place to be. Going home, he asks you if you actually enjoyed going. For some reason, your answer doesn’t seem to satisfy him….

Pairing: MC X Johji Chakura (Dreamy Days in West Tokyo)

Rating: R (reason below)

WARNING: TIS SMUT. WILL BE EXPLICIT CONTENT OF THE SEXUAL VARIETY. DO NOT READ IF NOT WANTING TO READ.

You heard another long, drawn out sigh escape the person sitting next to you, and you couldn’t help but frown. You had given him your honest answer, right? Did he not believe you?

You glanced at the form of your boyfriend beside you, who was slumped over with his elbows on his knees, his face propped up on his hands. His palms pushed his cheeks up, giving him a look of a pouty five year-old whose mother had taken away his favorite toy. His wood brown eyes were purposely directed away, out towards the windows, watching the tunnel lights whip past.

“Joh, please don’t be like that.” You scolded. If it were one of your high-school friends, they might be able to pull it off- Rihito had the best puppy dog eyes of the group, and Haruki could probably make anyone do his bidding with a quiver of his lip (you had a secret suspicion that he definitely would given the chance).

But Johji was a full-grown adult, and while you though it was kind-of a cute look for him, it was also a bit off putting, especially after having such a good date— at least, YOU thought it was good.


He responded with a snuffle of air out of his nose and a noncommittal glance. “Hn.”


“You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?” You asked, a hint of worry in your tone. 


“Of course, [M/C], I always do.” He answered, his gaze now squarely directed at you. “And you? Did YOU enjoy yourself?”


You blinked, “Like I said, yes. I love going to the museum with you.”


“For the exhibits?”


“Uh…. well, yeah, why else would we go?”


He huffed, rolling his eyes, and a smirk played across his lips. “Riiiiight. Whatever you say.”


Your brows furrowed; was he trying to get at something? He’d never gotten like this after a date with you before…


Maybe it was obvious, then. You scratched the bridge of your nose, feeling your cheeks sting with heat. “I mean it! I really love stuff like that, so of course I love going to the museum!” You defended.

It wasn’t as if you were lying, after all; you had always loved history and art museums ever since you were small. And you did enjoy history, and hearing stories from many many years in the past. Granted, you didn’t have exactly the same kind of passion for it as Johji did, but you liked it enough to be able to call yourself a casual fan. 
Still, a museum hadn’t been your very first option when you were considering places for a romantic date. You would have rather gone to a nice restaurant or have done some shopping downtown. You loved the museum, but you went so frequently.


It was always worth it, of course….


“This is….!”

You weren’t more than five feet into the exhibit hall before the older man went tearing off, stopping right in front of the glass case holding a light blue overcoat.

“The Shinsengumi blues! The real coat used by Saito Hajime in his battle against the Choshu ronin at Ikedaya Inn! Look at those tears in the fabric, and no blood stains around them…”

You ambled up to the display case, taking in the sight; hung up on a mannequin was a worn, faded kimono coat colored as blue as the sky, with a metal headplate hung up above it. The cuffs were a rough eggshell white, most likely from the years it had on it. It had some small brown stains littering the chest and left arm, and a couple of small tears in the fabric that you didn’t suppose had made much of an impact on the wearer. The plaque beneath the display case read off that this was, indeed, the coat used by Saito Hajime, captain of the third squad of the Shinsengumi. Not only during the Ikedaya Incident, but much later until the group disbanded.

You knew about as much on the Shinsengumi as the next person, but you grinned wide, turning to your feverish companion. “How cool is that? Can you believe he really let the museum have one of his blues?”

“I can’t believe the museum even got this EXHIBIT!” Johji exclaimed excitedly, “They must have had to pay the Ryozen Museum a fortune for it.”

You nodded. The only reason you had wanted to go to the museum this time was because you had seen a flyer for this special two-week exhibit: “The Meiji Restoration and the Shinsengumi”. You knew Johji usually preferred foreign or older history, things dating back to Nobunaga Oda or even Yoritomo Minamoto, the first shogun. But for a history buff like him, you figured he could appreciate the Meiji Restoration too. It was an insanely romanticized part of Japanese history; you remembered covering it in class, and hearing it talked about among the girls who liked to play their portable games during lunch.

You watched him as he shuffled over to the next display case, a large box showcasing various katana, wakizashi and kodachi with chips and scratches in the gleaming metal.

You chuckled to yourself. The only thing brighter than the gleam of the display lights on the swords was the bright happiness in Johji’s expression. He was practically glowing, grinning from ear to ear as his eyes swept over the artifacts.

“God, just look at that hand guard [M/C]…” he sighed, ghosting his hands over the glass to avoid leaving fingerprints. “It’s so beautiful. Can you even imagine that they made this during the Restoration? This could have been used fighting for the Ezo Republic…”

You had no idea what an Ezo Republic was or even where it was, but you nodded along. “Maybe! I bet the fighting was intense for it.”

He glanced up momentarily from the display case to give you a quizzical look. “You… DO know what happened to the Ezo Republic, right?”

Crap, he’d caught you. Think, [M/C], think…..

“Th-they, uh….made it through and, um…. fought somewhere else… right?”

His entire stature seemed to sag, and you felt panic well up in your chest. He shook his head, letting out a soft laugh. “[M/C]-chaaaaaan, the Republic of Ezo only lasted four months before it was disbanded. Today it’s known as Hokkaido.”

You jolted. Seriously?! Hokkaido used to be a republic of something? Why didn’t you know that?!

“I totally knew that!” You blurted.

“You totally did NOT.” He rebuked with a smirk.

You whined. “B-But I know other things! I know, um…..”
You turned and pointed at the plaque beneath a case of old, faded letters. “Toshizo Hijikata! He was, um, the vice captain of the whole Shinsengumi! He fought at Ezo Republic.”

Johji raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And then?”

“And…. then?”

“And then what happened to him?”

“He…….”

You bit your lip in frustration. “He…. went to…”

“Wrong~” Johji chided. “He died in battle defending the Ezo Republic.”

“Y-you didn’t give me enough time! Unfair!” You pouted.

He laughed, throwing his hands up in defense. “You were headed in the wrong direction, pretty girl~ Why would I want you to embarrass yourself more?”

This met with uncomfortable silence; you puffed up your cheeks, your face turning red.
“I still know stuff about it, you know…”

“Aww, I know honey, you know a lot more than most people your age.” He consoled, resting a hand atop your head and ruffling your hair. He stepped away just as you raised your hands to playfully swat at him.


“But, that’s what museums are for, to learn and expand you knowledge base!”

You sighed, fighting the smile that threatened to break out across your lips. “I’ve got it, so lets quit messing around and start looking!”

He took you by the shoulders, then, and led you around the exhibit hall. He explained everything to you, even the things that weren’t on the plaques, making you even more enthralled with the material being discussed, and more impressed with his intelligence.

Though, in all honesty, he could be telling you how trash bags were made and you’d still be interested. This was your favorite thing to do with him. He loved to talk about history, and you loved to listen to him, because the excitement in his voice and the fire in his eyes were breathtaking to you. Him being this happy made you infinitely happier.
Yes, you could have gone to dinner or to a movie like any normal couple would have. But it wouldn’t have made him this happy to do so.

You watched him move, his expression lighting up as he pointed at a sash used by Souji Okita. He was arguably the best swordsman of the Shinsengumi’s ranks, Johji explained.
You nodded, never taking your eyes off of him. “That’s so cool…”


You were snapped out of your reverie when you felt something tugging on your hand; you looked up and realized that the train was almost empty, its passengers filing out.
The one at your hand was Johji, who had an impatient expression as he tugged on you. “C’mon, [M/C], wake uuuuup, it’s time to gooooo…”

You jolted up, grabbing your purse, and he tugged you out the doors onto the train platform. 
“That was close. If we’d have waited another couple of seconds, we’d be on our way downtown again.” He sighed. “Good thing I was paying attention.”

“Nnn.”

You watched him from behind, his broad shoulders swaying as he led you through the train station to the streets. Somehow, he’d lost all the happiness he’d accumulated during his trip to the museum. But, why? He was never like this, especially not after such a good visit. Was it something you had done or said?
You bit your lip, letting worry pool in your chest. What had you done?


The trip back was quick, and you had both showered and changed into pajamas without so much as a ‘thank you’ or ‘lets do it again soon’.
You were really starting to worry now; usually by this time he was all over you, cuddling up against you and begging for affection. But tonight, nothing. He hadn’t even so much as looked at you, just told you he was showering first and dissapeared upstairs.

As you pulled a brush through your towel-dried hair, you looked yourself over in the mirror. Were you not showing enough enthusiasm? Was it because he was tired of always having to teach you about the things he liked? Maybe he wished he had someone who shared in his excitement—-

You shook your head. This was not the time to be getting self-conscious. Johji loved you, and you loved him. You knew that. Maybe all you needed to do was try harder.

Before you could delve further into self-destructive thought, you heard a quiet knock on your bedroom door.
“Hey, [M/C]. I made some hot chocolate… uh, if you want…”

You couldn’t help but give a relieved sigh. That was more like it.

You pulled your hair up into a pony tail, brushed off your pajama shirt and went to open the door. He was standing right outside, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, his hand rubbing at the nape of his neck.

“I’ll even give you a splash of rum in it this time.” He offered.
 You snorted.

“You always give me rum with my cocoa. Boozer.”

“Oi, the word ‘boozer’ is prohibited on this ship!” He countered, raising a hand in retaliation and turning to head back down the stairs.

You rolled your eyes, following behind. “You’re the captain on the S.S. Booze Cruise.”

He laughed a little, but didn’t rebuke; you had hoped he would, but he had given you an inch, and you weren’t the kind to look a gift horse in the mouth. You could be satisfied with this much.

He quickly poured the two of you cocoa in matching mugs, added a couple of drops of vanilla rum, and carried it over to your favorite seat at the bar.

“Voila~ The S.S. Booze Cruise proudly presents it’s famous Rum Cocoa.” He joked, making you stifle back a giggle with your hand before you took the mug.

“At ease, captain Drunkbeard.” You returned.

He gave you a charming smile, picking up his mug and taking a seat next to you.

The two of you settled down then, quietly sipping at your hot beverages. The silence stretched… and stretched… and stretched…

You blew on your cocoa, not wanting to look up and meet his gaze. All of a sudden, just drinking had become insanely awkward and you had no idea why. You silently prayed that he would say something, anything, comment on the weather, talk about Nobunaga Oda’s reign, recall something from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, SOMETHING.

You became startled and almost spilled your drink when he cleared his throat. “So….. [M/C]….”

“Uh huh!”

“You, uh…..” he continued, rubbing a thumb absentmindedly against his mug. “Um… okay, be honest with me for a second.”

He looked up into your eyes, his expression solemn. “You’re not really all that into museums, are you?”

……….Say what?

You frowned, giving him an aporetic look. “What? Johji… I’ve already told you, I really enjoy going to the museum with you. Why else do you think we go so often?”

“Why else? To satisfy me?”

You blinked in surprise at his words; he continued, never once looking away. “Honey, I can tell you’re not as into it as I am. You don’t have to pretend for my sake. I would be fine if we just did… you know, normal things. I know you’ve been wanting to go dancing, and you’ve been talking about having a dinner date just us two. I can take you downtown every once in a while. Not everything has to be about pleasing me…”

Now things were starting to fall into place. He wasn’t angry at you; he just felt like you were putting him before yourself, all the time, every time.
You wanted to laugh. If he knew what you were really thinking….

No way. It was way too embarrassing; you couldn’t just tell him flat out that you thought it was hot when he got excited about history. What kind of weirdo said something like that?!

You shifted nervously in your seat, scratching at the bridge of your nose. “Joh, it’s not like that. Maybe I’m not….. a history buff, like you, but I really do love going to the museum! I’ve liked them ever since I was little. I really love learning about things like that…”

You smiled to yourself. “History is so cool, too! To me, it’s like I’m having a story told to me every time. I really liked it when you were telling me about Hajime Saito and how he was a student of the Itto-rito style.”

Johji shook his head with a cocky smile. “It’s Itto-ryu.”

“That’s what I meant!”

You clenched your fists, turning to him with determination in your eyes. “I always listen when you tell me about historical stuff! You always tell me way more than what’s on the plaque things and I think it’s the coolest part of going out! My favorite part of going to the museum is when you teach me—”

You clamped your mouth shut before you could say anything else, your face turning bright red. You’d pretty much almost told him just HOW much you loved him teaching you.

Johji’s eyebrows raised up in surprise, his eyes scanning your now rigid form. “Eh? You like it when I ramble on about that stuff?” He asked, bemused.

Well, no use hiding it now. You nodded vigorously. “I think it’s a really attractive quality! When you get really happy and excited about something my heart speeds up a little bit too!”

“…. Well, that’s….”

You watched as the older man’s hand traveled from the nape of his neck to his stubbled jaw, covering his mouth. You could just barely see the beginnings of a pink blush on his cheeks.

“That’s…. damn, that’s really cute…”

If your cheeks could flush any darker than they already had, then they did. You could feel your face practically burning with embarrassment.

“N-not really…. it’s kind-of selfish, I think…”

At this, he snorted, shaking his head. “Jeez, [M/C]! How could you even….. honestly!…”

He turned fully toward you, a sweet smile on his face. “It’s not selfish. I’m really happy that you think that way. I don’t think I could have picked a better, more patient woman to be my partner.”

“Johji…..”

You couldn’t even tell what kind of face you were making anymore; you just knew that one minute you had been steeped in self-doubt, and the next you felt like you were on cloud nine.


He chuckled, putting a hand up to push your hair away from your forehead and giving the revealed skin a soft peck.

“You should be more careful with your expressions,” he mumbled quietly. “That face you’re making right now is so cute, I can barely control myself~”

Your breath caught in your throat, and he chuckled lowly. “Haha~ Juuuust kiddiiiing~”

He pulled away from you, a mischievous smile playing across his features. “I’ve got an idea. Since you’re so good at listening to me talk about history, surely you remember just about aaaaall of it?”

He took your hands in his, lifting them up to his face. “So, how about I quiz you? And for every question you get right…”


He leaned up, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “…I’ll give you a kiss as a treat. That sounds fun, right?”

You nodded, vigorously. This was more like him; you were relieved that the situation had been resolved, and that he seemed to be back to his old, goofy self again. Compared to the short-lived silent treatment you were getting before, this sounded more like a dream come true than simple ‘fun’.

He smiled brightly, standing up in front of you, your hands still loosely encased in his.

“Okay, here’s you first question: What is the name of the captain of the first squad of the Shinsengumi?”

That was easy. He’d only mentioned it about twenty times at the museum. “Okita Souji was.” You answered.

“Mmhmm~ Very good.” He praised.

Closing his eyes, he leaned in and placed a soft peck against your cheek. You let your eyes flutter shut, feeling his whetted lips grace your skin.

“Alright, next.” He lilted, pulling back. “What was the unsavory nickname given to the Shinsengumi group?”

“Um… it was Mibu’s Wolves, because the village of Mibu was where they were first stationed.”

“Also correct. Come here~”

He pulled you closer, leaning to meet you halfway. With careful precision, he planted a soft, barely-there kiss against your lips.

“Hm…. name one of the spies that worked under Hijikata.”

You took a shakey breath. “Sh-Shimada Kai… or Susumu Yamazaki..”

He hadn’t moved from before, so you could feel him smile against your lips. “That’s TWO officers… no matter…”

He gently pushed against your lips, the kiss deeper than the first. He raised his hands to cradle your jaw, and with your hands free you planted your palms against his chest.
You found it funny how quickly you had come unwound from a simple kiss; you could barely string three words together in your head.

“Hah… when did the…Ezo Republic form?…”

“J-January…. 1889…”

No praise this time; he swept down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. This time, it lasted much longer, pushed much deeper; you felt his tongue playfully tap against you bottom lip, but he pulled away before you could respond in kind.

“….. What were we doing?”

“Quizzing me…”

“Right, right…”

He leaned down again, catching your bottom lip between his teeth. Not one to miss a beat, you responded with an open-mouthed kiss, allowing him to sweep his tongue over yours.

All semblance of thought forgotten, your hands slipped up and over his shoulders, pulling him closer until his body was flush against yours, stationed directly between your legs. He tasted like chocolate and smooth rum, two flavors you’d become accustomed to.

His hands dropped from your face, trailing down your neck and collar until they wound down to your waist. His thumbs pressed into the thin fabric of you pajamas, reminding you of what little was between his hands and your skin.
Just as you raised your hands from his shoulders to run your fingertips up into his hair, he let out a low groan, his hands traveling from your hips to your thighs, pulling them up against his waist…

“The… last shogun… who was the last shogun… before the Meiji period…?” he breathed.

You tilted your head up, letting him teasingly trail his lips over your neck.

“Shit, um….. Tokugawa something…Yoshinobu…”

"Yes, Tokugawa Yoshinobu.” He affirmed. “Did you just curse?”

“Do you care….?”

"Hahaha….”

He bit down gently on a part of your neck, and it was all you could do to suppress the embarrassing sound that begged to roll off your tongue. You settled for a loud sigh, and a sharp intake of breath.

“… You look so cute, [M/C]~” Johji praised.

“Th-that wasn’t a question.” You responded shakily.

“Hmm….”


Your fervent kissing escalated, until he was pushing your button-up shirt open and your fingers clung desperately to his back. Picking you up by your backside, your legs already wrapped around his waist, he carried you to the corner booth you liked to sit at. You always did your homework here, talked with your old friends and had meals….

“J-joh…..oh…..”

Cold air hit your skin as you found yourself lying on your back against the wood table, your pajama bottoms being tugged down to your ankles. Joji hummed in delight, kissing you over your collarbone, down to the swell of your uncovered breasts. He huffed, letting a warm breath tease your chest before his mouth closed over one of your nipples, sucking playfully on it. You moaned softly, back arching slightly off the table as his free hand caressed your untouched chest, playing with the other bud until it hardened under his finger tips.

You panted, wishing you could hitch your legs around his waist again so that you could at least satisfy the steadily growing ache you felt by grinding up against him. But your pajama pants still hung at your ankles, and even without them your legs were pinned down by his. It was almost as if he were trying to drag the encounter out.

A chill suddenly came in contact with you newly whetted chest, and you gasped, watching through heavily-lidded eyes as Johji pulled his lips away, casting a smoldering gaze up at you.

“Hah…. what’re you getting so flustered for~ I’m only just getting started~” he cooed, traipsing his fingers over the skin of your torso. They trailed teasingly over your sides, making you squirm as they traveled lower, playing with the waistband of your panties. “Hn… you want these off, too?” He asked, letting his finger slip underneath the band.

You wiggled your hips, in a vain attempt to make them slide further down. “Joh… don’t tease me…” you begged.

He licked his lips, a playful smile spreading across his features. “Aw, you know I’m just kidding~ I couldn’t tease a woman as earnest as you.” He sat down in the booth, his face right above your knees. “That being said, I can surely give you a pleasant experience. What do you think?”

“Y-yes… please…” you breathed, your legs moving to rub against each other, unconsciously trying to quell the throbbing ache you felt between them. With a nod, he reached up to take you by your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the table. You closed your eyes and let your head rest back on the cool surface, waiting…

You almost gasped audibly when he finally tugged down your undergarments, exposing your hot core to the cold air. His fingers pushed the offending fabric down and off your person, along with the pajama bottoms that had still been situated around your feet.

“Wow, [M/C],” he commented breathlessly, pressing his index finger right over your dripping core, “all we did was kiss, but look at how wet you got~ I’m feeling kind-of flattered~”
You whined, opening your eyes just enough to give him an impatient look. “Jooooh….”

"Sorry, I’m sorry.” He apologized, sitting up straight, “I just got caught up in it…”

He tugged your body closer, his hands prying your legs open. You trembled, feeling yourself seated right at the edge, wondering what he had planned—-

“Ooh— OH! Oh, god!”

Your toes curled tightly as he propped you legs up over his shoulders, leaning down to experimentally flick his tongue over you moist sex. He hummed in delight, holding onto your thighs as he delved deeper, his tongue parting your lips and immediately going for the sensitive parts underneath. You could feel him lapping up the moisture, hear the squelching sound his tongue made when it flicked against your entrance…

You couldn’t help the soft sighs and moans that fell from your lips; his tongue vibrated against your slit as he chucked to himself. “Nnn…. you taste sweet, [M/C]~” he growled, his small moans sending delicious jolts of pleasure up your spine. His fingers went to work, at first gently stroking your inner thigh, then getting more intimate as he rubbed his thumb over your swollen clit.

Your body jolted, a fiery pleasure coursing through you at this new sensation. He wasted no time in lavishing it with attention, first running his tongue along the surface of your clitoris, then leaning in further to suck on it as he moved his fingers to dip into your entrance.

You felt tears gathering at the corners of your eyes; your moans increased in volume until you felt you sounded like a broken record, panting and moaning his name. You tried to stay still, not such a hard feat with him holding your waist down.
“Johji…. oh, god…. Joh…”
You could feel your sex practically throbbing, the aching heat now a blazing desire.

Your hands slipped down, grabbing handfuls of his hair as your hips moved involuntarily against his tongue. His fingers pushed deeper into you, stroking your inner walls…

“I’m really…. cloooose…..”

Your breathing hitched, and you could feel yourself nearing a sweet climax, your whole body trembling.

But before you could taste release, he pulled away from you, licking his lips. “Wha— hey, you can’t—-!” You whined as his hair slipped through your fingers.
His face tinged pink, he shot you a crooked smile. “Sorry… I don’t want you to come just yet. And… I don’t think I can hold myself back much longer.” He rasped.

He stood, maneuvering his way back to the front of the table. You sat up, taking his shoulders in your hands as he turned you ever-so slightly, leaning up to trail tiny kisses against his stubbled jaw. His hands caressed your legs, and you brought him closer in a deep, meaningful kiss.

“Joh~ I want you~…” you purred against his lips. You could feel the chuckle in his throat as you kissed up his neck, pulling him closer as you laid back down on the table surface. His body looming over yours, a hand at either side of your head, he indulged in kiss after gratifying kiss, sighing softly when he felt your legs close around his.

You let your hands wander, fingertips traipsing the soft fabric of his t-shirt until they reached the hem. Without any hesitation, you pressed further, letting your hands slip under his shirt to touch the warm skin underneath.
He groaned, sitting up just enough to wearily shed his shirt and toss it to the ground (probably the same place your clothes had wound up).

You bit your lip, drinking in the image of his body; for someone who talked a lot of talk about being ‘old’, his chest was surprisingly firm and toned. He didn’t have a lot of muscle, but what he did have — the small biceps that had formed from years of carrying heavy dishes and boxes in the restaurant, and the soft beginnings of abdominal muscles —- you found absolutely captivating. You sighed in content, letting your fingers play across the plane of his chest, drinking in each sigh and hum from his lips, delighting in the thin, soft trail of dark hair that started near his abdomen and continued downwards..

You found yourself at the waist of his jeans, and couldn’t help but give them a tug. Undoing the button was easy work, and you felt a large protrusion in the fabric as you unzipped them…

“Haha~ Someone’s a little impatient~” he rasped, bucking lightly into your hand as you fondled the soft mound. You tsked, licking your lips with an impish smirk.

“Aren’t you the one who said you couldn’t hold back any more~?” You purred coquettishly.

“Mmm… when you’re right, you’re right…”

You pushed his jeans down lower on his hips, feeling his fingers hover over yours to direct them. Closing your eyes, you felt the waist band of his underwear, and the heated skin below them. You traveled further downward, until your nimble fingers touched something hot and swollen.
He let a short sigh from his lips, his eyes slowly closing shut as you gently pulled him out of confinement . He hissed softly at the sudden exposure, and quickly closed the small space between you body and his.

"You’re ready, right?” He asked, a hint of impatience in his voice. He didn’t want to rush, but it was obvious that his own patience was wearing thin.

You responded by reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yeah~ Please, take me Johji…”

You felt the familiar pressure of him as he pushed into your entrance, letting warmth consume you. You heard him softly curse under his breath, but couldn’t for the life of you put up enough awareness to care.

He sheathed himself inside you smoothly and started slowly, as he usually did. He always commented on how short you were compared to him, how he was afraid he would accidentally break you if he wasn’t careful. You knew you were a bit more sturdy than that, but you loved his gentleness as well.

The feeling of his heated member pulsing and rubbing against your walls left you desiring, though; you needed more. “A-aaah~ Joh….oh….~!”

Your body started to relax, and he sped up in his movements, rolling his hips up into yours in a steady rhythm. He let soft pants and the occasional low groan escape his lips, trying to stay quiet to hear…

“Aaa-aaahn~! Oh, GOD~! Oh, more, more…..~”

He growled, leaning down and biting at your neck, tiny red bruises blooming like flowers on your flushed skin where he kissed. Your voice became louder, needier, and you curled your fingers against his back.

Suddenly, he picked you up by your waist, and started thrusting into you from a different angle. He hit a spot deep inside you that made your body burn white hot, and you bit back a loud cry.

Your hips moved erratically against his, and he let out a hiss of breath against your shoulder; he was nearly doubled over you, his hips thrusting up into yours in a messy rhythm. The sound of your collective cries and breaths mixed with the erotic sound of his skin against yours, your arousal making each encounter echo through the empty bar with a slick ‘smack’.

Through your foggy brain, you vaguely thought of your location. He hadn’t closed the curtains or turned off the lights. Anyone walking by the Black Ship this late at night could probably be able to see you, despite your being in the very back of the room. Though, who would be out this late you couldn’t fathom. You quickly decided it wasn’t worth worrying about.

What now dominated your thoughts was the suddenly approaching release you had been longing for; your back arched up off the table, and he deftly caught you around the waist with his arm.

“I’m so close~!” You moaned, your fingers by now biting into his skin. “Oh, fuck, I’m so close~! Please….. oh…..!”
You could feel your walls throbbing, tightening around his hard member, and he groaned through his teeth.

“Aah…. shit…. me, too……”

His panting became heavier, his breath hot and humid against your neck, and you held on to him for dear life, crying out with every impassioned movement. He thrust up deep, stirring his hips a bit—-

“JOH—- oh………a-ah………!”

You trembled violently, your entire body stiffening as you arched up in a silent scream. The sensation of climax was so intense that you could only take sharp, choppy breaths, the only sound that came from your mouth. Your nails dug harshly into his skin, no doubt leaving visible marks.

He clenched his eyes shut, cursing aloud as he struggled to move through your orgasm. With you squeezed around him so tightly, he found it difficult to move, difficult to think…

As you finally slumped down, letting the burning heat slip out of your system, you felt him still, gripping your hips tightly as a liquid warmth pooled inside of you.

Seconds passed like hours, the both of you struggling for breath, you bodies spent. He slumped over, laying himself next to you on the table.

After a minute or so of blissful silence, the first words out of his mouth made you want to laugh. “No one eats on this table. For the rest of… forever.”

You fought back a snort, squeezing your eyes closed as you giggled behind your hand.

“No one sits at this table anyways, except me.” you mumbled tiredly. “I’ll clean it off.”

“With your tongue?”

“With bleach, Johji.”

“Well damn, you’re no fun.”

You smacked his arm playfully as he chuckled, sticking his tongue out at you. “Juuuust kiddiiiing~!”

You closed your eyes, reveling in the feel of the cool table surface on you hot skin. You could feel something dripping down your thigh, sweat sticking to your skin, bruises blossoming on your waist and your neck…

“It’ll be a part of our history.” You decided, patting the table tiredly. “The kind that doesn’t make it into the history books on purpose.”

—-End Bonus—-

You set down a cup of hot chocolate at your seat, sliding into the booth. “Okaaaay, so. Help me out here.”

You smiled sheepishly at your raven haired friend as he shook his head, casting a glance at your papers.

“You should know this stuff! You’re going to be college-bound in a couple of months— you know I won’t be there to help you study, right?”

"I have to pass the entrance exam first!”

Just as you sighed, playing with the handle of your mug, you heard the bell on the door jingle. You looked up, watching Johji from behind the counter as he smiled, drying a wine glass with a rag. “Welcome to Black Ship— oh, hey Ichigo, Rihito.”

The red-haired boy shuffled up to the counter, arms laden with boxes. You cocked your eyebrow at his expression; his entire face was bright red.

“Hiya, [M/C]-chaaan~!” Rihito lilted, giving you a wink. “You’re positively glowing today~!”

Ichigo grumbled something, pushing the boxes closer to the bar owner.

“Hi Ichy, Hi Richy!” You greeted, giving the both of them a wave.

Ichigo swiveled on his heel, opening his mouth to counter, but stopped when his eyes landed on you. His eyes widened, his nose wrinkling.

“You….. What the hell?! You’re sick!”

You blinked, startled. This wasn’t usually his response to your pet names. “H-Huh!?”

“You nasty sunova—-”

He scowled, turning and rushing out the door. “The both of you are freaking nasty! God!”

You watched him go, confusion on your features. What had you and Haruki done to him?!

From the bar, Rihito stifled a laugh. “Don’t be sad, [M/C]-chan. He’s just embarrassed.”

“For… why?”

He smirked, putting a finger to his lips. “Johji asked him to bring by some extra pastries yesterday, and he stayed up all afternoon making them. He made me carry them up here last night, but by the time we arrived, you guys, uh… seemed busy.”

You felt a hot blush creep up your neck and sting your cheeks. Rihito winked suggestively at you, reaching across the bar to fill a cup with water. “Your secret’s safe with me~”

You wanted to plant your face against the table. You felt absolutely embarrassed.

“What’re you talking about? What happened?” Haruki asked innocently.

“Hahaha~ Oh, nothing~” you heard Johji try to cover with a laugh.

Haruki frowned but seemed to quickly loose interest. “If you say so…”

He turned back to your papers, looking over the stack. You picked up your hot chocolate, suddenly very focused on the color of the hot liquid. “Anyways, it looks like the first portion is going to be on history. I can tutor you if you want…” he glanced up at the owner of the bar and cafe, “but to be perfectly honest, I think Johji could teach you better in that subject.”

“Oh, trust, me, I think he’d enjoy that too~!” Rihito chided from the bar.

Haruki had to reel back to avoid being splashed by cocoa as you coughed into your drink.

anonymous asked:

My dudes, let Serene just write some sweet wolf-maid/morning-sword smut. The girl has needs, leave her ask box alone

THANK YOU

issachvz  asked:

idk if this is asked before: admins! rank your top10 (more or less, it's ok) most emotional smut. kaisoo only! :D

ADMIN G WILL ANSWER THIS

Ok so as u can prob tell Admin G’s fave smuts are not v explicit but A+ in emotion

*edit* actually some of these aren’t even actual sex scenes just /allusions/ to them having sex admin is sorry