#Jo hard thoughts

[jungwondazed]

hi!! can u share ur soft & hard thoughts on jo!!💘

i've been pondering about jo for a little bit and finally thought i could come back to this request

i think jo is one of the most attractive guys ever. he's tall and so handsome but on top of his looks his personality is calm and i find it very endearing. i think he's respectful and would be such a good boyfriend, he seems like the type of bf that listens to you when you wanna talk about your problems, holding your hand and rubbing your back. i think he loves very quietly too, he doesn't say much but shows his affection through touch and acts of service. i don't see him as the type to argue either, he seems patient and really sweet with his words when you guys do have disagreements and it makes me want to melt he's so ideal.

jo is gorgeous as is but during sex, i just think he looks,,, beyond words.. (i'm turned on from just the visual of how he looks while fucking, more so than the actual action for some reason, he's just so gorgeous to me) his perfect flushed face, his hair sticking to the top of his forehead from fucking you so hard. his bare chest and collar bones coated with sweat. he seems like the type to close his eyes when he's inside you, concentrating on how good his cock feels getting milked by your pussy. he bites down on his lip a lot, he doesn't moan or whimper, lots of deep breaths, and sighs. i can also imagine him man-handling your body, lifting you up to slam your pussy down his dick because he's tall and strong enough to hold you like that until he's ready to cum inside you. when he cums he really likes to slow his thrusts, he fucks deeper and harder, but takes his time milking himself. it's a lot of groans and cussing when he does.

[blueberrybeomgyu]

― green light .ᐟ a.jo ❁｡ﾟ･°

౨ৎ🍙 warnings ⋆.ೃ࿔ : 18+, sub!jo, dom!reader, edging, / wc: 1.0k / masterlist / a/n : first jojo work!! yayy enjoy <3 please excuse any typos !! rice photo for my rice boy / divider

“green light.”

jo shudders out a breath as he wraps his hand around his length again. it's pink and throbbing, a bead of precum constantly sitting at the slit. he makes a quiet, pained noise as he starts stroking. his thighs shake with the effort to not buck into the feeling, another breath causing his body to shake on its way out. 

he's grown more and more sensitive as the time has gone by, forty agonizing minutes of you telling him when to stop and when to continue. every time he feels even a lick of the promise of release, his skin catching fire with desperation, you give him the red light. it takes most of his strength to stop jerking himself off. on the times when he almost loses control, he wraps his hand around his base tightly, trying his best not to cum too early. the thought of disappointing you is much more unbearable than the sting of denying himself another orgasm. you give him the green light, he's right back at it, pace set to how you instructed, and he gives it his all to keep it up, to massage his tip when you tell him to. you always want him to give you a show, and he bites through the humiliation to do so. he can't help himself, it's like the promise of being good for you is all he knows in these moments, the only thought that keeps him tethered to the moment.

“red,” you say. jo drops his hand immediately, and his head falls to your thigh. his knees hurt from how long he's been kneeling on the floor, but he finds solace in between your legs, placing half-hearted kisses along the skin as long as you let him. he's trying to distract himself from the ache in his cock, and it's just barely working.

“you okay?” you ask softly, bouncing your thigh slowly. his head follows the movement, tired and pliant where it's resting. you card a hand through his hair and scratch his scalp lightly. he lets out a small, choked-off noise as you grip the strands and pull his head up. his lips are shiny with spit, there's a wet spot on your leg to match. “don't drool on me, jojo. what's your color?”

he says green, followed by a genuine i’m sorry as he wipes his mouth off. his voice is hoarse from how noisy he's been tonight. 

“it's alright. come up here.” he does, following your lead as you pull his arm toward you. he settles in your lap, back against your chest. he looks so small like this, pliant but shy even now. his neck warms up as you trail kisses along it. he shivers when you drop quiet praises and promises to let him cum. he nods, his sweat-damp hair shaking gently with the motion. you leave one more kiss on his nose, right where the mole is, before saying, “green light.”

jo does as he's told, more eager than ever to slide his hand down his length. he's quicker as well. you remind him to slow down, that good boys are patient. he nods again, mumbling another sorry as he returns to the previous, slower pace. his eyes fall shut as he trembles, body sagging against yours. his soft pants turn into quiet gasps. his eyes flutter open to look up at you, waiting for you to tell him to stop. he won't cum without permission, but he also won't disobey you and take his hand off his cock. he's stuck in the middle, eyes squeezing shut again as he tries to keep himself together.

“getting close?” 

he nods with a shaky breath, hair tickling your neck. you wrap your hands around his hips, sliding down until you're grazing his thighs. they shake under your touch with the threat to snap closed. you pin them apart with your legs. one of your hands digs nails into his skin, lightly, just deep enough to have another noise tumbling from jo’s mouth. your other hand travels lower until you're holding his tip between your fingers. you squeeze it gently. jo groans, deep and pained, but it tapers off into a high whine as you massage the head.

“close–” he whispers in warning. his hips jerk awkwardly, torn between chasing the sensation and pulling away in case he becomes too close too quickly without permission. you trail the hand not on his cock up to his chest instead, squeezing his pec lightly before massaging his nipple.

“close, close,” he pants again, louder, hoping that you don’t ignore him, that you give him some sense of direction. his hips stutter, trying to escape the sensation of his own hand and your touch. he whispers a string of useless pleas, hoping to get a response before it's too late. you pull your hand away from his chest and run it through his hair, pulling his head back. his hair has been getting longer, falling over his eyes. you tap him lightly. he blinks open, blurry with unshed tears as they find yours.

“good boy, my pretty boy. you can cum,” you say. he breathes out in relief right before you pull him into a kiss. your massages on his tip become more firm, more purposeful. he hiccups against your lips, barely kissing you back. his body stiffens as he cums, finally gaining the relief he's been chasing all night. you continue touching him longer than necessary, pulling away when he starts whining, shaking his head in protest.

“you got me all dirty,” you say, pressing more kisses to his warm face. he looks down to see what you mean, cum dripping from your fingers, cum splattered against your stomach. he doesn't meet your eyes again, opting to hide his face in your neck as his cheeks heat up even more, muttering another muffled apology.

[1204love]

hi hiiiiiiii

i was wondering if i could request more &team nsfw links?

alsoooo if u don’t mind can my anon emoji be 🦭?

i love and appreciate your work so much!!

hii yes ofc you can be 🦭 anon! welcome to the family hehe <3 the links i've found this time are all steered towards dom!&team i hope you like them! if this isn't what you were hoping for do let me know!

euijoo

giving him a blowjob

fuma

fucking you in multiple positions

k

fucking you in your bedroom

nicholas

fingering your pussy

yuma

rubbing your clit while you're on his lap

jo

holding your hands while you're riding his cock

harua

fucking you from behind

taki

riding his cock

[starryjake]

Jo is the type of guy who lets you do EVERYTHING you want with him. He doesnt care about what is it.

You want to overstimulate him? Do it.

You want him do eat you out until you pass out? He does.

HES BORN TO SERVE YOU!!!

— 🪼

no you’re soooo right he’s so sweet n shy he just wants to make you happy, so he lets you play with him however you want <33

if you wanna overstimulate him, he’s down. he lets you play with his cock for hours, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of him until he’s shaking and even then, he doesn’t say anything. just lays beneath you and lets you keep jerking him off until he’s all out of cum </3

and when it’s the other way around and YOU wanna be overstimulated, he goes for it. you want him to be between your legs all night and so he is, licking and sucking on your pussy until his face is covered in your sweet juices. and he’s so good at it too (it’s always the quiet ones), so he laps at your pussy like it’s his JOB.

and you won’t hear a SINGLE argument from him. if you’re happy and satisfied, then he’s happy!!

[lovelyjuju]

jo being really touchy/clingy when he's tired 🥴

YES 🥴

like, he'd just lazily trail his fingers up and down your arms, would absentmindedly play with your hand or just lay his head on your chest and hug your torso while you gently play with his hair :(

mature content under cut, minors dni!

or he'd lie down behind you, lazily draping his arm over your waist and letting his hand slip under the hem of your shirt where his fingers would just trace little circles on your skin.

would eventually pull you a little closer and slowly move his hand up to your chest, maybe just gently cup your boobs while placing soft, open mouthed kisses along your neck.

if he feels you squirming just a little he'll let his hand trace down to your core and just gently rub your clit :(

if he's not too tired he'll probably lazily fuck you in that position, but if he really doesn't have the energy, he'll just pull your hips closer to slightly rub his hard-on against your ass <3

[myungjaes-luvv]

hi so im a onedoor and i recently got into andteam and i wanted to know if you have any thoughts on comparing and contrasting jo and myungjae as your bf? both sfw and nsfw comparisons~ i usually peg (lol) them both on the subbier side but they're so different personality wise, i'm looking forward to reading what your thoughts are!! :)

hello anon! i think this is SUCH a banger idea, so much so that ive temporarily ignored my pile of requests for it. i want to start by saying that jaehyun is my ult bias, and ive been WAITING for an ask about him !!!!

i lowkey had a lot of fun comparing/contrasting them, and found a lot of similarities as well as differences as i wrote these

hard hours + requests: open (bnd, enha, &team, wayv)

SFW

Myung Jaehyun as your boyfriend...

he is SO cuddly bro

i know onedoor often compare him to a puppy, but genuinely. he is a PUPPY.

like you'd come home from doing whatever all day and he would be at the door instantly to greet you

runs up to you and is all "i missed you so much, i thought you'd never come home..."

overdramatic as HELL

he's so cutie though omg

clingy too

if you're ever out with his friends, he's not afraid to have his arm around you

his arm around your waist nonchalantly while he and his friends make small talk about whatever

physical touch with myungjae would go so crazy omg

okay i could probably sit here and talk about jaehyun as your boyfriend for forever oops

Asakura Jo as your boyfriend...

compared to jaehyun, i see him as less clingy

probably isn't too big on PDA unless you specifically tell him or ask him for it

still the sweetest ever though

acts of service or gift giving

if he sees something in the store that reminds him of you, he buys it

no questions asked, it's a present now

constantly checks in on you and asks about your day

he does have his moments though where he is feeling more affectionate

he lets down his guard for you

he's so in love with you bro

like he's convinced the two of you were meant to fall in love

NSFW

Myung Jaehyun as your boyfriend...

im gonna start this by saying he is extremely LOUD

he whines for sure

he'd probably try and say he isnt being loud...but like...come on...

you're so right though about him being on the subbier side

maybe this is just me but. pull his hair.

like yank that shit oh my god

likes being edged. probably

dry humping. that's all im gonna say

praises you while you literally rock his world

aftercare is so sweet with him

he's so cuddly with you (i said this already)

soft sex with jaehyun though (im dizzy)

he just wants both of you to feel good

okay i need to stop bc again...could talk about jaehyun for ages.

Asakura Jo as your boyfriend...

i can see him being a switch rather than fully on the sub side or fully on the dom side

as a sub though, he'd for sure let you do whatever you wanted to him

eye contact goes crazy

hear me out. you guys are fucking and he makes it such a clear point he wants to remain eye contact the whole time...

genuinely he probably finishes relatively quickly

he'd get real shy and embarrassed about it

his face probably gets really red

dry humping probably.

this isnt an original thought at all but size kink...

esp if you're like. a lot smaller than him

OKAY THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL REQUEST THAT JUST ABOUT BROKE ME

[visual-freak]

EYE CONTACT WITH DOM JOJOOOOOOO

Ahhh making eye contact with him while saying "i love you so baddd" + rubbing his jaw. That would be a hot combo

UGGGHHHHH JOOOOOO

do that and I swear he’ll be seconds away from busting a nut in his pants I swear.

He lives for your touch and your praise let’s be fr. So having you on his lap making out, and then all the wandering hands along his body and vice versa. He’s in heaven.

Just touching and rubbing against each other has him folding like a chair. Then addding on some verbal praise and sweet nothings. Whispering in his ear how much you love him. How much you want him?!

Just finish him off at that point.

[only4riwoo]

if you could pick two andteam members to have a threesome with, who would they be??

we're gonna ignore how im answering this so late OKAY SO HEAR ME OUT, ej and jo. my two soft spoken sweethearts 😞 jo would be the shy and quiet one while eju is softly whispering praise to you in the sweetest tone about how you're taking both of them so well, doing so good.

gawd i need that so bad *disintegrates into dust*

[nichoswrld]

can you plz share &team nsfw twt links if u feel comfortable w it?????

&team nsfw twitter links

he’s been missing you all day, so as soon as you get home, kei bends you over the counter.

you’ve been teasing him all day, so when you get home fuma gives you a punishment.

you’ve been way too bratty to nicholas, so he fucks you and chokes you ‘til you cry.

if you play with euijoo for a bit, he’ll lay you down and fuck you real good.

a binge watch marathon with yuma turns into him pleasuring you after you get horny.

after jo realizes that you’re needy, he just wants to give you a good time.

harua is more than content while only playing with your tits.

you’ve been such a good baby for taki, so your boyfriend treats you real well.

[ssongsboo]

What do you think about andteam legal line and shower sex?? 😖🥲 I’ve been wondering if lunés have the same thoughts as me?🤭

shower sex with k would be intense but tender. he’s the type to take control, pinning you gently against the tiles as water streams down his perfectly toned body. he'd hold you close, making you feel secure, his lips brushing over your neck as he whispers how much he loves the feeling of your skin against his. for him, it's about connection, and he makes sure every moment is slow and meaningful.

fuma is all about love and gentleness in the shower. he'd cradle your face in his hands, water dripping down his gorgeous features as he gazes at you like you're his entire world. his touches are slow and purposeful, his lips tracing every inch of your skin in quiet worship, always holding you close because he thinks it’s dangerous. he’d whispers tender words in between kisses, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. his focus would be entirely on you, making the moment feel like a scene out of a romance movie.

nicholas would be a menace in the shower. teasing you relentlessly, pinning you to the cool tiles while his hands roam your body. his cocky grin never leaves his face as he whispers cheeky comments in your ear, like, "you like this, don't you?" he knows exactly what he's doing and loves watching you melt under his touch. making the experience equal parts fun and intense, using the shower head on you to tease you, lots of temperature play.

ej would be so shy about it at first, his cheeks bright red even as he steps closer. he'd be hesitant to touch you, scared that you might slip [lol] but once you encourage him, his gentleness would shine. he's all soft kisses and careful touches, making sure you're comfortable every step of the way. he takes things slow, savoring every moment, and afterward, he'd probably hug you tightly under the water, whispering how much he loves you.

yuma is even worse than nico- horny and relentless. he wouldn't waste a second before pressing you against the wall, his wet hands gripping your hips with a wicked smirk. "didn't think i’d wait this long, did you?" he'd tease, his voice dripping with mischief. he's all about pushing your limits, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of your skin while making sure you feel absolutely ruined by the time he's done. afterward, he'd flash a smug grin, pulling you close just to tease you again. will definitely go multiple rounds.

[ninisdollie]

Melting - Asakura Jo ✩•̩̩͙*

♫ ͏⠻⢦͏ ✧ ✦

“In which reader is failing one of her most important classes, so she asks the cute nerdy boy for tutoring, no expecting to fall for him”

content: +18MDNI fem! reader x Jo, nerd! Jo, experienced!reader x inexperienced! Jo (although he knows things, because he’s a wise boy), blowjob, soft vanilla sex, a bit of dirty talking, pussy drunk! Jo, he’s a little overwhelmed mess, fluff, happy ending! Protected sex, facial

You looked down at the paper in your hands, your lower lip caught between your teeth. Failed, again. The C- in the corner making fun of you, laughing at you as telling you “Huh, you thought” and the tears threatened to come. Didn't matter how hard you tried, how many hours you spent trying to understand the numbers in your Finance book, you always failed. At this point, you thought about giving up in your degree.

“This is your last chance, Ms. Y/N, you better get a better score next exam, i’m sure you wouldn’t like to see all of your friends graduating except for you”. The professor raised his eyebrow, handing the results to the person behind you.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair, exhausted. You did really try with this one, you almost conviced yourself that finally you had it all figured out. Turns out you were wrong.

Maybe an economics degree wasn’t the option for you, maybe you were just a dumb pretty girl, shallow, nothing beneath your perfect facade, maybe everyone who doubted you were right, you just thought about how you would tell your parents that you failed them, failed yourself. This was bigger than you. These thoughts consumed you as you walked outside of the classroom, heading towards the cafeteria where your friends were waiting for you, your head down, your pace slow, all you’d been doing is literally study, your baggy eyes were the clear evidence of this.

They turned around to face you once they saw your watery eyes.

“Don’t be sad, we know you did really try”. Sana hugged your shoulders, placing a little kiss on your head, and you sighed again, drying your tears with a napkin.

“A C- isn’t really that bad, right?” Harua scratched his neck, trying to ease the tension, it didn’t work.

You buried your face on the table, letting out a sob, you just wanted to get home and cry yourself to sleep, you were already thinking about finding an informal job to return your parents the money they’d spent in your years of college.

“I’m just tired at this point, tell me the truth, am i really that dumb?”

“Of course you’re not” Sana caressed your hair, talking to you with sweet voice.

“My friend Kei was failing Math last year, he asked this guy for tutoring, a complete nerd, perfect grades, maybe he’ll accept if you offer him a few dollars” You raised your head at Harua’s words.

You thought about it a few seconds. You had tried everything, study groups from other colleges, studying by yourself until late hours at night, even listening to online classes until you feel asleep, none of it had worked, the numbers, formulas, complicated problems just wouldn’t get inside your head.

“I don’t know…”

“What can you loose? Just try it, i heard he’s really patient and good at explaining, maybe he could help you finally understand?”

You bit your lip, it was true, you had nothing to loose, one more try could be worth it.

“Give me his number.”

Later that day you were laying on your bed, a quiet night that was only consumed by your thoughts. Maybe you sounded like a privileged girl, but you really didn’t need anything growing up. Your parents worked hard their entire life to give you everything you wanted, always signing you up in the best schools, dressing you with the most expensive designers, making a perfect lifestyle for you to enjoy. You had promised them you’d get into Economics so you could follow their steps and become a succesful business woman.

This wasn’t going really well.

You took a deep breath, unwrapping the wrinkled paper and staring at the depressing, humiliating score. Then you took out your phone, typing the number Harua had texted you.

Y/N: Hi, is this Jo’s number?

You locked the screen, throwing the phone by your side, waiting for him to answer. You didn’t have to wait so long.

Jo: Hello. Yes, who’s this?

Taking your phone again, you stared at the message a few seconds, going into his contact and zooming in the picture. You grinned softly, he was cute. He had silky, black hair, his features were soft, he was holding a cat in the photo, glasses perfectly placed over his pointy nose.

Y/N: I’m y/n, from Economics? I heard that you offered tutoring sometimes, i was wondering if you could help me? I’ll pay anything please i’m desperate, don’t wanna graduate at 30 :(

You sounded so embarrassing, but it was true.

Jo: You won’t graduate at 30, that’s actually mathematically impossible.

Of course, you forgot you were talking to a nerd for a second.

Jo: But yes, i could help you. Just tell me when you’re free and we’ll meet at the library.

Y/N: Oh god, thank you so much!

Jo: Left you on read.

Guess you had a tutoring lesson to attend next day.

Asakura Jo was the perfect child. Born from a wealthy family, he was the dream son every parent could ask for. His grades were always the best, his manners impecable, the adoration of the grandmas and annoying aunts. But it was mostly just his family who adored him.

He didn’t have many friends, thanks to his very, very lacking social skills, he was just awkward, didn’t talk much, and when he did his voice was always so low, everyone had to ask for him to repeat what he just said, his father would get angry sometimes and tell him to raise his voice like a man. But he was fine with that, he didn’t need other people, he would just get through college and become a succesful accountant for his parents company.

It wasn’t in his plans to start tutoring, to be honest, but people just started asking for it, and when he had too many study sessions per week for him to handle, he started to charge. Not much, just a bit so he could save money to spend in his other hobbies, such as videogames and comics, his guilty pleasures.

He emersed in his book until he felt a shadow right in front of him, raising his eyesight, he saw you standing there.

Everyone on campus knew who you were, the rich girl that everybody loved, always looking so perfect, so… polished. You had numberous friends, like the complete opposite of him, and your reputation was impecable.

So when you texted him the night before asking for tutoring, to be honest, he was quite surprised.

You swallowed, adjusting the coffee cup in your hand. You hesitated for a second, wondering if this was a terrible idea, but then decided—why not?

You placed the coffee in front of him with a soft clink.

Jo looked up, startled, his eyes wide behind his glasses. "Uh, thanks, but I didn’t—"

“Decided to bring you a coffee,” you cut him off with a smile, trying to act casual. “I figured it’s the least I could do since you're about to help me survive this class.”

Jo blinked a couple of times, his face unreadable. He glanced at the coffee, then back at you, his expression softening just a little. “You didn’t have to. But… thanks.”

You shrugged, dropping into the chair across from him. “It’s no big deal. I figure if I’m going to survive this torture, I should at least try to make it enjoyable.” You paused, then added, “So, you’re the finance guru, huh?”

You always talked too much, and he seem the kind to stay quiet and just listen. You approached people with so much confidence, tossing your hair and smiling with sweetness. It made him nervous for some reason.

Jo gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug. “I wouldn’t say guru. I’m just a person who doesn’t mind spreadsheets.” He took a sip of the coffee, winced slightly as if he didn’t love it, but then pushed the mug closer to himself. “What exactly are we tackling today?”

You took a deep breath. “Compound interest.” Your tone was light, but there was a flicker of panic in your eyes. “You know, the thing that’s going to make my brain explode.”

Jo’s mouth twitched, as if trying to suppress a smile. “That’s a classic. But don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it seems. You just need to think of it like a snowball rolling down a hill.”

You stared at him blankly. “A snowball?”

He nodded, more confident now that he had a starting point. “Yeah. The snowball starts small, but the longer it rolls, the bigger it gets. Compound interest is kind of the same way—it’s interest on both your initial investment and the interest that’s already been added. The longer it compounds, the bigger it gets.”

You leaned back, tapping your acrilic nails on the table thoughtfully. “Okay, I get that. Kind of like… when you let something sit in your savings account and it just grows slowly, right?”

Jo gave you a quick, almost surprised look. “Exactly. I didn’t think you’d get it so quickly.”

You smirked. “What, you think I’m just here for the ride? No way. I’m not totally hopeless. Just a little directionless.” That was a lie. You paused, a little awkwardly. “But really, I’m just hoping this snowball doesn’t crush me in the end.”

He didn’t laugh, just went back to the notes. He wasn’t mean, but he surely was a little bit dry. You didn’t mind, you were there for tutoring anyways, not being friends.

The once-full coffee cups were now empty, sitting off to the side like forgotten relics. The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting long golden rays through the library windows. Your table, once neat, was now a battlefield of open notebooks, scattered pens, and wadded-up scratch paper—most of it covered your handwriting and crossed-out equations.

You et out a groan and dropped your head dramatically onto your notebook. “This is actually cruel and unusual punishment.”

Jo, still calmly scribbling in the margins of a textbook, raised an eyebrow. “It’s literally just division.”

“It’s division with anxiety,” you shot back, your voice muffled against the paper. “Big difference.”

Jo chuckled under his breath, just a breath, you still heard it, and weirdly, it made your heart do a thing. You peeked up at him through your hair.

“I don’t get how your brain just does this. Like, you actually enjoy this?”

“I enjoy solving problems,” he replied, without looking up. “There’s something satisfying about finding the right answer. It’s clean. Predictable.”

“Wow,” you said, sitting up and stretching your arms above your head. He tried not look at how your tank top tightened around your chest, enchancing your figure. “That must be nice. Nothing in my life is predictable. I mean, I accidentally bought three planners last semester and still didn’t show up to my 9AM.”

Jo looked at your eyes then, an amused smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Three?”

“They were color-coded, Jo. I had high hopes.”

He let out a real laugh this time—quiet and quick, but real. It caught you off guard. You blinked at him, startled by how much warmer he looked when he wasn’t buried in formulas like an hour ago.

“What?” he said, noticing you staring, a little awkward under your gaze.

“Nothing,” you said too quickly, trying to cover with a shrug. “You laugh. I didn’t think you could. I figured you were like one of those serious, silent types who only speak in finance metaphors.”

“I’m not that bad,” he said, a little defensive but still smiling. “Okay, maybe a little.”

You grinned. “Yeah, well. It’s kind of cute.”

Jo froze, eyes flicking to yours in something close to panic. He wasn’t used to compliments, much less coming from an outgoing, popular girl like you. It made him feel weird.

He cleared his throat, going back to the notes on the table.

“You should try to finish this one before we go.”

You exhaled slowly and refocused, pencil in hand. Your fingers hesitated over the numbers, then moved—slower this time, more carefully.

A minute passed.

Then another.

You put the pencil down.

“���Okay,” you said, tapping the paper with your fingertip. “I think… I think I got it.”

Jo leaned over and glanced at your work. His eyebrows lifted.

“That’s… actually right.”

You blinked. “Wait. What?”

“You did it.” He turned the notebook toward you, pointing at each line. “All the steps are there. You even got the decimal in the right place.”

“Oh my god.” You stared at the paper like it was a miracle. “Jo, I just—I did math. Like, real math. Finance math!”

Jo smiled—proud, and maybe just a little impressed. “Told you it wasn’t impossible.”

You looked at him, your smile lingering. “Thanks. For not giving up on me after the third meltdown.”

“You only had two,” he said dryly. “The third was more of a dramatic sigh.”

You laughed, leaning back in your chair. “Okay, I deserved that.”

You sat in a comfortable silence for a beat, the kind that only comes after a shared struggle—like you two were on the other side of something now. Different than when you started.

Your first session with Jo ended up and you felt good, you felt you could finally understand all of this He gave you some extra problems for you to practice, and you drove to your house that night feeling extra happy because of your advance.

What started as awkward, caffeine-fueled tutoring sessions in the back corner of the library quickly became a routine neither of you wanted to admit you looked forward to.

At first, it was once a week, strictly business. Notes, formulas, practice problems, rinse and repeat. But somehow, it turned into twice a week. Then three. Then random texts at midnight with memes about interest rates or dramatic “HELP” messages from you right before a quiz.

And Jo, who had once been borderline allergic to human interaction, started replying faster than expected. Sometimes with answers. Sometimes with sarcastic gifs. Sometimes just, “You got this.”

You fell into a rhythm.

Jo would bring snacks, quiet ones, like pretzels or gummy bears, because you claimed loud chewing was “the enemy of focus.” You, in turn, made it your mission to guess Jo’s coffee order correctly (after three weeks and seven wrong guesses, you nailed it: iced Americano, light ice, no sugar).

He learned you couldn’t sit still for more than twenty minutes without some kind of movement, so he’d suggest five-minute walks around the library just to reset. You learned he doodled in the margins of his notes when he thought no one was looking, little geometric shapes and abstract lines, always drawn in blue pen.

You teased him less now. Not because he didn’t deserve it, he was still a total finance nerd, but because somewhere along the line, you’d stopped seeing him as just “the tutor.”

He was Jo. Quiet. Steady. Smart in ways that had nothing to do with textbooks. Surprisingly funny when he let his guard down. And kind, like, really kind.

On a random Tuesday, before a final exam, you two were studying late night in your room, turns out the library closed early that day and you were super nervous because you really needed to nail this test, so you suggested your house. At first Jo was a little hesitant, but he ended up accepting, and now you two were laying on the floor, papers, notes and pencils all accross the place, it was a nerd-mess. The soft light of your night lamp being the only source of brightness, making the air a little cozy.

“I can’t i’m literally gonna fail this.” You groaned, closing your eyes into an stressed expression.

He was laying across from you, his hoodie sleeves rolled up, his hair messy, his glasses above his nose, and he chuckled, he did that now more often around you, teasing you back with confidence.

“You won’t, just keep trying, we both know you’ll get it”

“I think my brain just clocked out” You dropped your pencil, dramatically “Like, fully walked off the job. Filed for early retirement”.

He didn’t look up.

“It’s because you haven’t taken a break”.

“That’s literally what i just said.”

He looked up now, raising an eyebrow.

“You said your brain quit. I’m saying it’s unionizing”.

You rolled onto your back, laughing as you stared at the ceiling, you didn’t notice but your shorts lifted a bit, showing more of your soft skin than before.

“Ok, finance boy, that was funny.”

“I have my moments” Jo muttered. “We can take a break, five minutes. You need to finish this one, is essential for your test.”

“Make it 20 pleaaaaase.”

Jo leaned back against the side of your bed, stretching out his long legs. He looked tired, in that soft, late-night kind of way, his hair messier than usual, hoodie wrinkled, glasses pushed slightly down his nose.

So you started talking about different things, things that weren’t math. Like your interests, hobbies, and passions. He told you about his love for video games, and you teased him about it telling him he couldn’t be more of a nerd. And you told him about your frustrated dream of becoming a ballet dancer.

You turned your head to look at him. “You ever wonder why we do this to ourselves? Like, why are we even taking Finance if it makes us miserable?”

“I don’t know,” Jo said. “I guess I like the certainty of it. The numbers always make sense, eventually. People don’t.”

There was a pause. One of those quiet ones that felt heavy.

“Speaking of people…” You said, turning onto your side to face him, “can I ask you something kind of personal?”

He sighed, raising his shoulders. “It depends.”

“Have you ever dated anyone?”

Jo blinked. Of all the things you could’ve asked, that clearly wasn’t what he expected.

“Uh… no. Not really,” he said slowly. “I’ve… liked people, I guess. But I don’t think it ever got that far. Not for me.”

Your gaze lingered on him, intrigued. “Why not?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who really saw me. Most people just see the grades. Or the quiet guy in class who they think will do all the group work.” He gave a small, bitter laugh. “Not exactly rom-com material. Plus, my social skills are nowhere to be found, i could never take the first step.”

You didn’t smile. Instead, you whispered, “I see you.”

Jo looked at you, eyes catching yours in a way that made the room feel warmer, closer.

“What about you?” he asked. “Ever been in love?”

You hesitated. “Once. In high school. I thought it was the real thing. He was charming, said all the right things. But he wasn’t good at showing up when it mattered.”

You looked down at your hands, fingers idly playing with the edge of the rug.

“Since then… I don’t know. I’ve dated, but I think people only see the version of me that’s easy to like. Not the messy parts. Not the parts that panic over exams and cry at car commercials.”

Jo’s voice was soft. “The messy parts aren’t a dealbreaker.”

You glanced up at him, your breath catching slightly at the way he was looking at you, open, gentle, unflinching.

“Yeah?” you said quietly.

He nodded once. “Yeah.”

Silence settled again, but it was different now. Heavier. Charged.

You sat up slowly, your legs crossed in front of you, knees brushing his. You hair falling lazily over your shoulders, your round, bright eyes still locked onto his. Neither of you moved away.

The air between you two buzzed with something unspoken, something that had been building over late nights and half-finished coffees and quiet smiles across textbooks.

And then, from one moment to another, he leaned over, and kissed you. It was small, just a little peck, and you flinched, not out of disgust, but because you were surprised. You widened your eyes, and he looked at you embarrassed, already trying to apologize.

“S-Sorry, i shouldn’t have…”

“If you’re going to steal a kiss from me, Asakura Jo, at least do it properly”. You cut him off, a little smirk on your lips.

He blinked, once, twice, lips parted like trying to catch his breath. And then he leaned over again, now really kissing you.

And you melted into the kiss, immediately placing your hands on his cheeks, which were warm, red with blush, and moved your lips above his in a slow dance. It was a soft, slow, tender kiss, his mouth was sweet, his breath warm as he sighed and tilted his head, as if he had been waiting for this moment. As if he had been wanting you.

And who were you trying to fool, you’d been wanting him too.

So you tangled your fingers in his beautiful, dark hair, and he sighed again, you taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss, stickinv your tongue out and exploring his mouth, both tangling, a crash of hot breaths and saliva, and you could tell he felt overwhelmed a bit, probably never been kissed like this before. You liked that. So you kept going, breaking the kiss just for a second to take off his glasses, placing them on the floor next to you, and you crashed your mouths again, now moving onto his lap, and he grabbed your hips slightly, still a bit hesitant. His body tensed when you moved in top on him, whimpering in the kiss, and he broke it now, slightly shaking.

"Wait, wait..." He was breathing heavy, his voice low "I... I've never..."

You stared at him, resting your forehead over his.

"We don't have to if you don't want to" your voice was sweet, and he sighed deeply, his hands caressing your hips above the thin fabric of your tank top.

He stayed silent for a few seconds.

Then, slowly, he nodded.

"I want to."

Smiling softly, you kissed him again, a little deeper this time, needier. Your tongues were tangling, the sound of your lips crashing along with your shaken breaths, and his hands gripped your waist tighter, making you rock your hips slightly, rubbing yourself against him, making him whimper and tremble, a bulge in his sweatpants starting to built. A shiver went down your spine when you felt it, hard against your crotch covered only by your silky shorts, and you couldn't help but moan low. You grabbed his hands, like giving him permission to touch you and him, with clumsy movements, touched your body, your thighs, your ass, moving up to your torso, squeezing one of your boobs, and the touch made the amusement between your legs bigger, wetness through your panties.

"Let's get into bed." You asked, and he nodded slowly, you getting up from his lap.

His body moved hesitant to the bed, laying, and you locked the door with a little smile, that made him chuckle a bit. You crawled into bed, and placed yourself between his legs, kissing along his jaw and neck, sucking, licking, your warm tongue tracing his burning skin, this made him groan low, tilting his head so you could have more space. Then you placed your hands under his hoodie, and you bit your lip finding a set of perfectly built abs, you traced your fingers along his lines, delighting yourself with his body, and in one movement your slid it out above his head, his bare, milky skin in front of you. You wasted no time in kissin there, going down with your lips, and he was a whimpering mess, his face red, his hair messy. He looked like a whole meal, and you were starving. You lips met with the waistband of his sweats, the bulge inside of them thick, hard, and you looked up at him, like waiting for a confirmation.

He nodded at you, exhaling.

And then you slid down his pants along with his underwear, his thick member in front of you. You didn’t want to sound cheesy, but it was the prettiesr you’d ever seen. Thick, long, veins popping, hard, swollen red tip, your mouth watered at the sight, your eyes sparkly with desire. So you licked, long, slow, from the head to the base, tasting his skin and veins in your wet tongue, and he whimpered loud, shaking, overwhelmed.

You smiled at him.

“You like that?” Your voice was sweet, tender.

“Y-Yeah… please don’t stop” His eyes were sparkly too, and you thought he looked so fucking cute.

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

Then you spat, wet saliva falling down his length, and he moaned again as you took him in your mouth, wrapping your plump lips around him, bobbing your head so you could take him deep in your throat until your eyes watered and you had to suppress a gag, then repeated the process, sucking him off with skill, but you put a little extra effort since it was his first time, you wanted him to love this. So you moved sloppy, messy, the dirty sounds of you swallowing his dick and his shaky moans being the only ones in the room, you looked up at him, locking your gazes, and he bit his lip, his cock twitching inside of your mouth.

Oh, so the cute nerdy boy liked eye contact.

You took advantage of that, fluttering your eyelashes and smiling as you took him out of your mouth and smiled, stroking him a little easier this time thanks to the saliva that was covering his length, and took him in again, until the head of his cock has deep in your throat.

And Jo, well, we has a mess. Face all red, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath, chest moving up and down, eyes watering as the pleasure took over his whole body.

You loved how he looked.

You moved faster, and his whimpers became needier, desperate. You took him out of your mouth and kissed his tip, his legs twitched slightly. Then you kissed him again, placing your thighs in the sides of his hips, sitting straight on his aching length, an rocked your hips as you kissed, rubbing yourself against him, the wetness in your panties imposible to ignore, and he grabbed your hips and lifted just a bit so he would rub himself too.

His hand reached between your legs, and you let out a surprised gasp when his fingers found your clit above the lace of your underwear, tracing circles, making you squirm and moan.

He looked at you, like not wanting to miss any of your expressions.

“Is this ok?” He asked, voice broken, and you nodded, smiling softly.

That made him gain confidence, so he pulled your panties to the side, his warm fingers making contact with your bare, dripping pussy, and he moved them again, spreading your arrousal all across. You hid your face in his neck as he touched you, suprisingly good for being a begginer, but of course he knew things, he was a nerd after all. A moan left your mouth when he slid a finger inside, your walls clenching around it, needy.

“I-Is this ok?” He asked again, and you chuckled breathless, nodding.

“Yes, baby. It’s perfect.”

So he slid another one, thrusting them in and out of you, creating a wet sound, and you moaned louder, rocking your hips until his knuckles disappeared inside of you. He curled his fingers, and that made you tremble, teasing your g-spot, a jolt of pleasure showering you. So good.

“Fuck, that’s it…” You moaned in his ear and his skin jumped, his fingers moving faster “Need you so bad…”

He moaned at your words, cock twitching beneath you. Then he slid his fingers out, your aching, needy pussy clenching around nothing, then his hands took your tank top and slid it out of you, your bare breasts in front of him, and his eyes shined with lust.

“You are so pretty…” He cupped your breasts, and you whined as he squeezed them. “Is this—

You chuckled again.

“Jo, it is ok. You can touch me all you want, i want you to.”

He smiled softly, a little ashamed, and squeezed your breasts even more, rubbing his thumb in your nipples, and they hardened at the touch, your rocked your hips again, and he groaned low.

Now you took your bottoms off, and stood there, bare, naked in front of him, and the look in his eyes made your whole body shiver, he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

You got on top of him again, kissing him, and he let you do it. You wrapped your hand around his cock, and he whimpered above your lips.

“Wait.” He licked his lips, his face red again. “Do you…? I mean, i’m not trying to offend you or anything i swear, it’s just, could we use… protection? I think it’s safer that way, i-if you don’t mind…”

His nervousness made you melt, and you laughed softly, nodding. Of course, protection, always important. You bent over the bed and stretched your arm, searching inside the cabinet of your nightstand, and put out a condom.

He raised an eyebrow at you, and you lifted your shoulders. “What? I’m a cautious girl” He chuckled, rolling his eyes, and you pecked his lips.

You slid the condom around his length easily, and he hissed at the feeling, grabbing your hips tight. Then you grabbed him, and rubbed the tip between your wet, dripping, needy folds, teasing you both. You looked at him again, he was biting his lip, anticipation in his pretty face.

You let yourself fall around him, his cock stretching your walls so good that you had to grab his shoulder for balance, and he moaned too. Your pussy clenched around him, he was big, so it took you a few seconds to adjust to his size, but it felt so good, his thick, throbbing length inside of you.

“F-Fuck…” he whispered, trembling, and you sighed deeply before starting to move your hips, up and down, slowly, your breasts bouncing at the movement.

“Feels good?” You asked, weak voice as whimpers left your lips.

He nodded fast, and you smiled again, biting your lip.

“S-So good… you’re so warm and tight.” His eyes were sparkly, filled with desire and pleasure.

And you started moving faster, jumping up and down on his length, burying deep inside of you, fucking yourself, and he could only moan louder and grab you tighter, his fingers marking the skin of your hips, your skins crashing, sweaty.

He kept groping your body, hands shaky, overwhelmed by the pleasure as you bounced on him over and over, your legs trembling because you were feeling so much pleasure too, everytime he slammed your insides so good, cock so deep, your wetness dripping between your thighs. Jo then kissed your neck, licking while you kept moving, and you moaned and whimpered, loving his lips on your skin.

“You’re so thick, you feel so good inside of me…” He groaned louder at your words, and you jumped, harder, now really riding him.

You breasts bounced with every move, your forehead bathed in sweat, your hair sticked to it. He lifted his hand and removed it, kissing your lips.

“You want to switch?” You talked between gasps, and he bit his lips, nodding.

So you did, you got up from his lap and laid on the bed, legs spread, glistening pussy dripping and he sighed at the view, groaning before holding your legs to your chest, and he slid inside of you again, and you screamed, not caring if your parents would hear. His thrusts were messy, not a clear rythym, but you didn’t care, it felt so good, he stretched you so good. His body was heavy above you, his hips crashing with yours, his groans and moans in your ears.

“I-I can’t… it feels so good, so good” his voice was completely broken, and you moaned and grabbed his hair, feeling him bury his cock deep inside of you.

“I know, baby. Feels so good, you’re so deep and good inside of me.” you talked sweet, whining, staring at his watery eyes.

He looked completely destroyed, his cheeks red, his hair sweaty, his body trembling, his thrusts sloppy but hitting every spot, making you shake and whine and moan his name time and time again. Your hands caressed his body again, touching, burning skin beneath your fingertips, his heart was racing, bumping against his chest. You felt like you were dreaming, your body floating as he fucked you.

“I’ve never felt this… i-i” He was mumbling nonsense, his brain completely shut down, pussy drunk. You just felt so good around him, he never wanted to stop, he wanted to die inside of you.

Then your hand went between your legs, your own fingers finding your aching, swollen clit, and you rubbed them against it, fast, at the pace of his erratic thrusts.

“You’re doing so good baby, fucking me so good…” you praised and he moaned, his head thrown back, slamming in and out of you until his thighs crashed with the back of yours.

You didn’t know why, but you came so fast. The knot on your lower belly exploding in a strong, earth shaking orgasm that made you scream high-pitched and arch your back, walls of your pussy clenching so tight around him, face completely teared apart by the pleasure. And his movements became completely nonsense, sloppy, so you knew he was so close too.

So you pushed his chest, making him stop, and he looked at you a bit confused, but you wasted no time in pushing him onto his back, removing the condom from his member and he knew what you wanted, so he stroked himself fast, whining, hissing, low moans and lip between his teeth as he masturbated in front of your face.

“I’m gonna… fuck, i’m…”

And you felt it. Warm, sticky, wet strings falling on your face, you opened your mouth, tasting him, swallowing his cum as he arched his back and groaned loud, covering you with his orgasm.

Then he stayed still, immobile, chest moving up and down.

You took the leftovers from your cheeks and forehead, licking your fingers clean, and he blushed completely, hiding his face in the pillows.

You chuckled, laying by his side, kissing his face.

“You’re so cute.”

“Shut up.” He said against the silk of your pillowcase, and you laughed loud, clinging to him.

It didn’t take much for you two to fall asleep. Naked, bodies against each other, a silly smile on both of your faces.

You had a good feeling about tomorrow’s exam.

The professor started to hand out the results, and you bit your nail harder, your legs shaking, your heart racing.

This was the final test, this was the moment for you to prove yourself, to prove that weeks and weeks of studying until late night were worth it, that you didn’t waste your time.

That you didn’t waste Jo’s time.

Of course, you did this for yourself, for you career. But a small part of you, really wanted him to be proud of you.

So your heart stopped when the professor stood by your desk, an eyebrow raised. You swallowed, blinking at him.

Then he handed the result, a smirk on his face.

“Good job, Ms.Y/N, looks like you really did put effort”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and you looked at the paper. A bright, happy, big, red pen A in the corner.

You almost jumped from your seat. A gasp leaving your mouth. There were no words to describe how you were feeling, finally, finally you did something for yourself, you proved that you weren’t just a dumb pretty girl, that you had infinate potential.

All of your friends were waiting for you as you ran into the cafeteria, waving the paper in your hand and the all cheered you up, wide smiles as they congratulated you.

Then you saw him, he was chewing on a rice ball, eyes sticked to a comic in his hand. You hesitated, but the excitement got you.

So you ran to him, Jo looked up as he saw you approaching, but you gave him no time to react, jumping in his arms and almost making you both fall from the chair, his eyes widened, grabbing you by your waist helping you gain balance.

“I fucking did it!” You screamed, and he laughed, cheeks full of food.

You stared at him, so happy.

And you kissed him. Right there.

His face turned all red, and he glanced at your friends, their faces full of surprise, jaws to the floor. You didn’t care.

Then he chuckled, finally swallowing.

“If you’re going to steal a kiss from me, Y/N, at least do it properly.”

So you did. At the end, he was the cute nerdy boy that not only helped you finally master finances, but the cute nerdy boy who melted your heart.

Jo drabble we cheered!!

i’ll fix the mistakes tomorrow i’m sleeeeepy <3

hope you liked it !!

[blueberrybeomgyu]

Hey berry~ I've been reading a lot of your work but couldn't find any for &team 😔 can you write something for them please? Maybe just some drabbles?🥺

ps. can I be 🥐 anon?

anon why'd you call me out like thisss LOL welcome to the cafe sweetie

this with nicho, taking away any of his senses heightens the other ones and makes him so tender. he chases your touch anytime he feels you near. when you touch him for a little and pull away, he becomes so frustrated. he's such a whiner, complaining and just begging you to touch him already. taking away his sense of hearing is another way to mess with him. he loves to hear you, so taking away his ability to is the perfect punishment sometimes. the fact that he can't hear you makes him laser focused on watching every moment you make. when he can see your mouth moving but can't hear what you're saying, he gets so desperate, begging you to let him hear you again. he's already loud, but even more so without the ability to hear himself. he just lets his loud, whiny noises out because he's not even aware he's making them half the time.

this with shy jojo. idk why i just am obsessed with the idea of dressing jojo up!! getting him all pretty and maybe even putting blush on him just to mess him up later on in the night. complimenting him and reminding him how pretty he looks all messed up for you gradually boosts his confidence. throughout the night he'll feel safer to be louder, bolder, and more communication. he'll hide his face when you take photos of him and his cheeks will heat up whenever you bring them up or whenever he catches you looking at them. i need my hands everywhere on him immediately

this with euijoo. he doesn't hesitate to tell you when you're being mean, when he feels like he doesn't deserve a punishment. he's probably right, 9/10 he's the best boy, but the 1 time he slips up he just gets so lost in pleasure, chasing friction when he's not allowed, touching himself when he's not allowed, cumming when he's not allowed, etc.. he feels so conflicted when he's tied up because on the one hand, he wants to defend himself and be set free so he can touch you, but on the other hand, he just wants to be the best boy, doing what you ask of him and hearing you praise him.

bonus : this with jo again, he will always try to do his best and be good for you even if it's pushing himself past his limits, he just wants to hear you call him sweet things but he definitely needs a dom that will pay attention to when he's reached his limit :< n he's so endearing when he's in your lap, hiding his face in your neck to hide his burning his cheeks as his hips thrusts up to meet your hand.

[1204love]

sub jo who can barely voice out what he wants without flushing as red as a tomato. he's been such a good boy, finishing his schedules well without any complaints. he lays completely naked on your bed, his flush going down to his chest, gaze darting everywhere but at you. you've decided to tease him a little, hands snaking down his body, hovering over his nipples and lightly pinching the hardened nubs. a whimper gets ripped out from his throat, body twitching at every tug of his nipples. you play with his chest for a little longer before traveling past to his stomach and down to his inner thighs, so close yet so far from where he really needs your touch. jo wordlessly holds your wrist and brings your hand to his cock, bucking his hips the second you wrap your hand around him. he looks at you with unshed tears glistening in his eyes, silently begging for more. you take pity on him, setting a pace fast enough for his satisfaction. you rub your thumb against his tip and he immediately throws his head back with the loudest whine of the night thus far escaping from his mouth. the realization settles in and he throws his arm over his face, effectively covering his beautiful expressions from you (which you did not appreciate too much) you grab his wrist and pull it towards you, interlocking your hand with his, giving him a moment to ground himself. after taking a breather, he starts begging quietly, words almost turning incoherent as he rambles on and on about how he wants you to help him cum. you lean over and give his stomach a little kiss before moving your hand on his cock again. with every movement of your hand comes a tremble of his body and before you know it, he's close to cumming. his whimpers get louder and higher pitched, with a plethora of "please" pouring from his mouth. he finally cums, body going taut and back arched so beautifully with a broken whine of your name.

[starryjake]

jo + nipple play (on you or on him, it doesnt matter tbh he just LOOOOOVES that)

— 🪼

nipple play is starting to become one of my favorite kinks and jo + nipple play just HITS SO GOOD.

he’d probably find a comfort in resting a hand on your tit, but once he does, he only wants to go further. he’ll pinch your nipple between his fingers, and eventually wind up with his lips wrapped around it, sucking on it gently and swirling his tongue around the bud.

and maybe you’d be playing around with him one day and jokingly flick your tongue across his nipple, but he would LOVE IT. he’d gasp, immediately feeling his cock twitch at the sensation. you’d suck on it and he realizes how good it feels, cumming way too early but he just couldn’t help it :(

[lovelyjuju]

nico is the type to grip your thighs and hold them tightly if you squirm while he’s eating you out.

juju is the type to hold your hand and run his fingers over it and gently coax you back to him

jo is the type to hold you down by the waist so you don’t have the opportunity to move

that is all:)

this ask actually changed my brain chemistry

mature content under cut, minors dni!

nicholas strikes me as someone who really relishes being in control. it would boost his ego if you're squirming under him, but if your legs close around his head too tightly, he would not have it. like, let the man do his JOB! he'd grab your thighs tightly and hold them apart while only trying harder to make you feel good, be it punishment or simply cause he knows the effect he has on you😭

juju is a big switch to me UGH but i still think he's remaining gentle in any way (unless he's very pent up). would absolutely hold and talk you through your high and leave soft kisses along your jaw, neck and shoulders to get you back after😖 i also feel like he'd praise you so much? (especially when you're riding him) tenderly encouraging you "just a little longer, you can do that, right?" or telling you how "you're doing so well"☹️

jo... 😖 jo is such a full-of-love-and-adoration type of lover (snail and i just had a whole ass ramble about that yesterday). while i feel like he would love seeing how good he can make you feel, he'd probably hold you down tightly just so he can admire you properly?? i can't explain but i think he'd also just need to hold onto any part of your body tightly, be it your waist, your wrists, having your fingers intertwined with his or his hands on the small of your back whenever you're on top☹️ besides that, i think that the fact he seems very shy and quiet doesn't change that he likes being in control! (supporting switch jo agenda forever)

[fawnsmagicalisland]

the soft dom!jo thoughts were SCRUMPTIOUS but now i wanna know your sub!jo thoughts too 🤭🤭

oh boy huhuhu this is my time to shine! thank you for the ask <3

warnings: smut, mdni!

wc: 292

super soft, sweet sub!

like i mentioned in my dom!jo thoughts, i don’t think he’d talk much.

a groaner kind of guy—might let out some whimpers if you overstimulate him.

he’s a chill guy, so he would be down to try some other things if you persuade him. he trusts you. <3

i think he’d be into cockwarming.

just imagining sweet jo underneath you, with you sitting in his lap so still.

he wouldn’t whine or complain, just hold you close and let out soft grunts if you shift even slightly.

it’s times like that when he’s extra sensitive. he isn’t that sensitive usually, but when you’re sitting on his cock for an extended period of time, it gets him a bit fidgety. 

in fact, i think he’d be the type to hold your hand and play with your fingers. 🥺

he would love, love, love praise!

he gets too shy to admit it, but when you praise him and his body, he feels like he’s in heaven. 

and if you talk about how good his dick is making you feel? he could cum on the spot. 

wouldn’t mind you using him if you needed to–after all, that’s what he’s there for!

so if you get needy and he’s asleep, he wouldn’t mind at all if you woke him up by palming his hard-on. (somno jo?? 😳)

he isn’t too big on cumming multiple times, but he loves it if you do. if you happen to overstimulate him while riding his cock, jo really can’t complain. (he also isn’t too big on cumming multiple times because he wants to make sure you’re satisfied. 🤭)

has a tendency to overthink sometimes, so he definitely prefers it when you take the reins! <3