#asakura jo

[nakakitayumas]

JO Minju's Pink Cabinet ♡ EP.9

[starrihan]

thinking… getting caught by one of the other members while you and jo are fucking… need it :3

→ Pairing: Jo x afab! Reader

→ Plot: you and Jo haven't had much alone time recently so you jump each other the second everyone leaves, you should've known better

→ Genre: smut, lowk exhibitionism(?) but like unintentional, Jo and reader down bad for each other, getting walked in on

→ Warnings: none

→ Word Count: 891

→ Notes: the way my jaw dropped at this ask... btw is it sick of me to be listening to buzz love while writing this...

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I need to start by saying I think Jo would only fuck you in the dorms if he knew for sure that no one was home. Poor baby could not bear to be teased relentlessly, especially if one of the older members walked in. But alas, you guys finally had some time to yourselves.

The members decided one by one to do their own things and go out, either with each other or by themselves, and had informed every one of their plans. You two acknowledged them, saying that you were going to spend some time inside, not wanting to go out today, but agreeing to meet with them for dinner later.

Soon after everyone leaves, you guys waste almost no time, faces bright red as you’re making out on the couch, not wanting to risk losing any time to make it to the bedroom as the members were notorious for forgetting stuff before going out. It was only a matter of time before someone comes back announcing that they left their wallet.

You so badly want to take your time with each other, pent up sexual feelings and frustrations spilling on each other as your teeth clash in hungry kisses, but you don't know when you'll have a chance like this again.

You take your shirt off first, leaving your bra on as he follows and takes his shirt off as well. You're already grinding on him, desperate for some contact as he kisses down your neck, squeezing your hips and helping you move along him.

"Fuck Jo, I need you soon,"

He nods, standing up to take his pants off before laying you down on the couch, taking off your pants and panties. He smiles up at you, face even redder as he can't resist the urge to lick up your pussy, laughing calmly when you jolt, not expecting him to do that.

"I'm sorry, you just taste so good,"

He goes in again, dick hard as ever as he pumps himself while licking at your clit, enough to give you some relief but wanting to tease you more. He thrusts his long tongue into your hole, watching as you whine and grab his hair, tugging on the long strands as he continues to tease you.

"Please Jojo, I need you."

"I'm sorry Y/N, if only we had more time."

He hovers over you on the couch, aligning himself with your hole after lubing up the tip with your slick. You moan loud when he starts pushing in, the stretch feeling so good after so long. You never had trouble hiding your moans, often needing to be quiet whenever you two got intimate so as not to get yourself caught. But after so long, you couldn't help but be loud. Jo notices, groaning with you as he realizes that he can be a little vocal this time.

He fully bottoms out, breathing heavy as he lets you adjust, knowing you need it every time to accommodate his big size. You squeeze his bicep, telling him to move and he does, thrusts starting off slow before setting a good pace. Your moans and his groans are all over the place, letting yourselves be loud during this rare opportunity.

"Damn Jojo, I didn't know you got it like that."

The loud moan you let out as Jo collapses on you, pushing deeper than he's ever been in you before, shocks everyone in the room as he covers you, not wanting whoever just walked back in to see you almost fully naked. Serves you both right for moaning too loud that you couldn't even hear the door opening and closing. Jo looks over, face as red as can be, to see his K hyung who has his back turned at the scene as he awkwardly makes his way down the hall, presumably to grab something from the room.

Your walls are fluttering around him, both due to nerves of being caught but also from excitement for the same reason. Jo looks at you, eyes big and dick hardening in you as he feels you clenching around him, unable to stop the involuntary movement of his hips slowly thrusting inside you with how good you feel. You bring him down close, softly moaning into his ear as he continues his movements. He doesn’t like that he’s so turned on from being caught, at the thought that his oldest hyung just saw the both of you together.

He looks around him, grabbing the blanket that was at the edge of the couch and lazily throwing it over himself to cover you both. As he finished adjusting the blanket, K walks out, still with his back turned.

“Next time you guys wanna fuck, at least go to the room. And don’t bother coming to dinner tonight, I’ll let the others know how insatiable you are for each other.”

He laughs as he walks out, applauding in his mind at how calm Jo seemed to be in order to protect you and your dignity. Jo releases a breath a he didn’t know he was holding, looking at you straight in the eyes before continuing.

“Did him walking in then you on even more? You’ve never clenched that hard around me in your life.”

“I could ask you the same. You got even harder inside me.”

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[bamboobibi]

✨ Jo [weverse​ 20250419]

[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 :(

[am00ures]

‘ BAD DATE. ’ &TEAM

ᵎᵎ pairing: &team x reader ♱ word count: 00 ♱ genre: fluff ♱ tags: down bad teamies, bestfriend!teamies, g.neutral!reader, texting w/ teamies, overprotective teamies, semi friends to lovers, cursing, reader needa wake up and smell the flowers ♱ synopsis: asking the teamies to come pick you up after a date gone wrong! ♱ an: i need better fake imessage apps pls spare a crumb or recs 🤲 ♱ @kstrucknet @lune-net

ー kei , fuma , nicholas

for anyone having a hard time reading nicho’s :

‘pls come pick me up he keeps trying to get me to go home with him and i’m uncomfy.’

ー euijoo , yuma

ー jo, harua, taki

ー maki

©am00ures . all rights reserved.

[deer-hunter]

wonderful world

[ninisdollie]

Melting - Asakura Jo ✩•̩̩͙*

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“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 !!

[jayparked]

thinking about boyfriend jo...

GENRE: fluff WORD COUNT: 1.1k WARNINGS: jo soft hours are lethal somebody hold me pls SNAIL TRAIL: hi i wrote this a few days ago at like 9am when i should have been asleep so it's pure fluffy brainrot. thank you @dazzlingjaeyun for working so hard to push jo further up my bias list and i'm pretty sure she hypnotized me to start writing for &team so this is all her fault 💛

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who loves holding your hand, no matter if it's in public or private. feeling the way your fingers interlock with his brings him a huge wave of comfort, grounding him in place. he'll mindlessly play with your fingers, especially if you're waiting in line for something. he loves the feeling of spacing out while also being grounded by your touch

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who likes to walk behind you so he can just watch you skip around in front of him. loves watching you get distracted by different things and loves it even more when you excitedly turn around to him with a big smile on your face, pointing to something that caught your attention that you want him to see

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who's touch is always so gentle and savoring. the way his fingers ghost over your skin, especially when they're absentmindedly moving up your arms or legs. or when he's playing with your hair. his movements are slow and intentional, just loving the way your skin feels against his

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who can't help but smile every time he sees something that reminds him of you. his camera roll is filled with photos of things to send you: items in your favorite color, things he finds pretty, songs he wants to share with you, pictures of the sunset etc. he's always buying you little trinkets and leaving them on the dinner table for you to see when you get home

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who finds a new thing he loves about you everyday. each thing being the topic of his obsession from morning until dawn. you yawned cutely? he's not shutting up about it. in fact, he's trying to make you yawn even more by saying the word over and over again, making sure you're nice and cozy just hoping you'll do it again or even fall asleep against his chest. or if he sees you do something kind for a stranger, he won't stop bringing it up. "you're so sweet, why are you so sweet?"

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who will always carry anything you have in your arms whether it be a bag, books, drink etc. he's not even asking. just either taking it from you or holding his hand out, eyebrows quirking up if you try to refuse. he'll even thank YOU once you give it to him, leaving a soft kiss on your temple as he does so

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who always shares his food with you, subtly adding more to your plate when you're not looking or even holding bites in front of your mouth. he'd even open his own mouth wide, like someone would do in front of a baby to get them to mimic the action, and smile fondly once you've taken the bite

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who leaves sticky notes for you to find in random places. some with small drawings, others with quotes he likes or just words of encouragement. he loves when you find them when he's around because he gets to hear you giggle and the sound of your feet running towards him to give him a hug and a kiss

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who loves when you pepper his face with kisses until he's laughing so hard he can't breathe. sometimes he even needs to physically hold you back at arms length just so he can catch his breath. but once he does, he's leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose or on the side of your cheek, slowly working his way up into his own retaliation smooch frenzy

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who keeps a list of everything you love in his notes app. from your favorite snacks, favorite songs, favorite stores etc. even though he has the information memorized like the back of his hand, he likes seeing the list compiled physically in front of him and loves adding to it. it shows him how he's still learning new things about you everyday. and one day he feels like his heart is going to burst when he sees his name at the end of the list, wondering just when you managed to sneak that in

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who loses his breath when he sees you in the sunlight. he takes a few moments to admire you from afar before you see him, watching the way the sunrays make your hair shine. his stomach feels full of butterflies that only worsen when you finally see him, calling out his name excitedly. when his hand naturally finds yours he feels like the luckiest man in the world, still not sure how he got so lucky to have you as his partner

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who will confront anyone who makes you upset. a stranger was rude to you? he's going to point it out. even if his voice wavers slightly, he's going to make sure you're okay and let that person know he's not going to let that happen again. if the waiter gets your order wrong and you don't feel comfortable speaking up? he will easily. your comfort and needs always eclipses his shy introvertedness

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who loves taking candid pictures of you, even if you don't like having your picture taken. he tries to be subtle about it, but doesn't try to deny it when you catch him. stating he's just admiring the view.

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who does grand gestures for special occasions like valentines day, your birthday, or anniversary. breakfast in bed, balloons everywhere, a handwritten note with an array of flowers and treats on the table. he'd also print out all his favorite photos of the two of you together, attaching them to the strings of the balloons. later that night when you're on the couch watching a movie you'd both be scrapbooking the pictures together. decorating with stickers, silly captions, and reminiscing about the memories

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who will let his mind wander and think about his future with you a lot, even getting embarrassed or shy by his own thoughts. he often catches himself rambling about things to you like "do you think when we get married we'll do stuff like-" / "when we live together-" he just gets so caught up in the moment

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who just loves you sososososo much he sometimes doesn't know what to do with himself but always tries his best to make sure you know you're loved and cared for. sometimes feeling guilty that you're able to love him so effortlessly so he tries really hard to express that same effortlessness to you. he's so fond of you, is so endeared and just can't imagine not having you in his life

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[tobeshamanking]

Shaman King 2001: Yoh Asakura

[kimakento]

JO AS YOUR BF

pairing: bf!asakura jo x fem!reader ⌙ 0.5k

genre: fluff hc

warnings: kissing, small mention of jealousy

tags: loser!jo, fluff heavy, green flag jo, he’s still an idol here, idk just couple activities

a/n: requested!!! i need jo to be my bf so bad guys i think im actually in love

bf!jo is the best ever, he always makes you feel so safe and comfortable in whatever situation.

you’re the more talkative one in the relationship but he’s so giggly whenever you’re with him

jo doesn’t get jealous much, he’s a total green flag but when he does, he usually stays quiet, rethinking your whole relationship it only takes a second when you reassure him for him to return to his usual self

loves to hold your hand 24/7 though is too shy to ask… the biggest smile plays on his lips when you do, his heart fluttering at your touch.

kisses with him are slow and passionate. 

your first kiss with him was one day in his room, when you slightly backed him against a wall and his gaze couldn’t help but flicker down to your lips, causing you to close the gap.

at first, he wasn’t sure where his hands were supposed to go; wrists awkwardly hovering near your waist until you pulled away, letting out a chuckle before guiding them to your hips.

the only thought running through his mind was how attractive you looked that jo only kissed you once more.

practically melts when the name ‘jojo’ leaves your lips, despite most of his friends/members calling him that, it’s endearing coming from you.

you could get him to do anything just by added that nickname at the end

another one of his favourite pet names is ‘baby’!

loves your dates, you prefer scenes like picnics or taking a stroll in the park, hand in hand, while your boyfriend prefers going out to restaurants or movie nights.

he thinks you’re a very warm person, clinging to you every second which you of course love because who wouldn’t ??

cuddle sessions are a must, just staying an extra five minutes in bed every morning.

jo also likes seeing you wear his clothes but won’t admit it to your face, he thinks its the cutest thing ever, always offering his closet when you stay over.

sleeping on facetime…… you do it every night, his members are so sick of the way this man gushes about his ‘beautiful and smart girlfriend��� and how he misses you.

your boyfriend, asakura jo is the biggest loser, so you make sure to flirt with him all the time, just to watch him take a pause or get flustered.

but the rare occasions he reciprocates are the best only because the words barely leave jo’s lips before he turns red. (it doesn’t help that you tease him about it)

even if you’re not a rice enthusiast, he’ll make an exception for you just cause he’s head over heels in love with you

reblogs are appreciated!

[ @lune-net ]

[sillyabtmusic]

[nakakitayumas]

&TEAM 'Yukiakari' Relay Dance

[starrihan]

pookie i came back with another jojo nsfw link lol this one is even more accurate fr fr 😭 i need jo so fucking bad rn !!!

https://x.com/wangyx1s/status/1793999785634250775?s=46

-> nsfw link

oh my god my pookie where are you finding these!!! I am not at all upset that this is the first thing I saw this morning holy shit

Let me just talk about that hand because OH MY LORD!! Idk if this makes sense or if it’s just me but I feel like the way he lowkey awkwardly grabs at his dick in the beginning is similar to when jojo doesn’t know where to put his hands (?) awkwardly as in the way he grabs it at first and his finger sticking up a little before he wraps it around, ya know? (gooner nerd alert for analyzing a fucking porn video)

Like if they’re posing for pictures or playing with props his hands like awkwardly fiddle before actually doing what he wants them to? Lemme know if I just sound dumb but that’s the first thing I thought of

ALSO THE ABS AND THE LENGTH 🤤 AND IN MY LAST RESPONSE TO YOUR POST I SAID I THAT I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SLIGHTLY LIGHTER AND HE HAS BIG BAWLS!! AND THIS IS EXACTLY THAT 😩 (maybe it’s the lighting? Idk)

Anyways thank you for this beautiful video cuz now I can’t even get it out of my head

And what if I told you I’m posting a jo smut today 🤭

[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!!

[chiiyuuvv]

jo's diary ★

classmate!jo 1.2k words

notes! inspired from "when &t likes you" brief of harua, taki, maki, and being drunk

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august 2th, friday, 11:20 am

dear diary.. never thought i’d be writing in my journal during school hours, i must have accidentally slipped it in my bag when i was studying with maki last night. i know i should be paying attention to my lecture, but i can’t focus when she’s around. i have no clue what her name is, but i know she’s the prettiest girl i’ve laid my eyes on. apparently her class dispersed, or did she need to have a word with my teacher? i can’t remember, my mind went blank when she stepped in the room. anyways, there’s a test coming up and i really need to focus, no matter how difficult it is. cya :) 

6th, tuesday, 9:39 pm

i saw her again, the pretty girl. i bumped into her in the hallway.. literally. she was carrying some books and couldn’t see what was in front of her while i was zoned out on my music. her books fell when we collided, and i quickly rushed to help clean up the mess. i didn’t even realize it was her until we made eye contact. truthly, i had forgotten all about her after she entered my class, so imagine how shocked i was when i saw her again. she looked.. so precious up front, i completely froze when our eyes locked. there’s so many things i wanted to say, so much i wanted to do, but our time was cut short when the ball rang. she mustered a small, very cute “sorry,” took her books out of my hands, and ran to class. i was still frozen solid. i even got a tardy for being late. i’m such a loser.

8th, thursday, 7:56 pm

i don’t know what came over me, but i asked for the pretty girl’s name today. it’s y/n.. it suits her well. i learnt she has a tendency to carry large books half her size everywhere, so i offered to take them off her hands. at the time, it felt natural to want to help her but to think about it, that was so weird. everyone knows me as the quiet guy, i don’t know when the random surge of confidence blossomed. i’m sure my friends are probably cheering me on, that is.. if i told them about y/n. i’m keeping her as a secret as of now, i don’t want someone like taki scaring her off. that is, if she even likes me. i doubt it, she’s so out of my league. 

10th, saturday, 3:21 am

she has the cutest giggle, it keeps ringing in my head. i can’t get her out of my mind.

12th, monday, 7:39 pm

i didn’t know y/n had the same bus route as me. as soon as i got onto the vehicle, she immediately waved me over so we could sit together. it warms my heart that she got excited to see me all because i helped carry her books. she’s so funny, my face hurts from smiling so much. and she’s also so sweet! she gave me snacks during the bus ride. i think i’m falling for her.

21th, wednesday, 6:28 am

i have a habit of carrying her books, therefore walking her to class. she’s says i’m so cute for helping her everyday, and i told her she’s even cuter. i don’t know what type of demon possessed me to say that, it just flew out my mouth. i thought she would get so uncomfortable from my remark, heck, even hate me, but she only laughed. the cutest laugh, i should say. i watched her cheeks pinken, and she had this little smile tugging at her lips whenever she looked at me. she’s so adorable, i can’t wait to see her today.

22th, thursday, 9:38 pm

i’m going to kill maki, WHY would he shout “jo’s got rizz!!” when i’m talking to the love of my life? i meant y/n. what does rizz even mean??? i definitely need to study english more.

23th, friday, 10:47 pm

the confident surge came back. this time it was even worse. i asked her out to lunch, and then her number. i guess that’s pretty tame for others, but i’m scared of making the first move. it makes me feel vulnerable. y/n was pretty chill about it, so it made me feel better about my actions. she’s so good at assuring me with things. the boys said i had hearts in my eyes while i was eating lunch with her. it probably was true considering butterflies kept roaming in my stomach from talking to her. anyways, should i put one heart beside her contact name, or two?

27th, tuesday, 8:29 pm

i’m still shaking from what happened a few hours ago. y/n invited me for ice cream after school and of course i said yes. i could never say no to that ball of sunshine. i offered to walk her home after. i was talking about something stupid when she suddenly walked super close next to me, the back of her hand brushing against mine. my heart jumped at the contact. i noticed her getting quieter as we talked, and i kept seeing her steal glances at me out of the corner of my eye. help, i got so nervous, i kept stuttering T_T and when i was about to drop her off at her house, she grabbed my face and kissed my cheek. i’m so.. i.. she ksiised mj ceek seh kassid..

28th, wednesday, 11:38 am

i bought her flowers. i bought her flowers. i bought her flowers. and then i gave them to her in front of her friends. speaking of her friends, they’ve been smirking and nudging y/n whenever i’m near. harua was with me when it happened, and he says y/n likes me. does she? there’s no way.

september 7th, saturday, 2:39 am

there was a party a few hours ago, and now y/n is asleep in my bed. i’m on the couch right now. i’m not even sure what happened, i’m still a little buzzed from the drinks. all i know is we were partying, and then i took her to my place with our hands intertwined. did i kiss her? i can’t remember anything.

7th, saturday, 8:00 am

i woke up just now feeling something heavy in my arms. turns out it’s y/n. she must have sleep walked out of my bed and to the couch, and now her face is nuzzled in my neck. i never thought this would feel so comfortable. 

21th, saturday, 12:00 am

dear diary.. after a few weeks of stressing out, i finally asked y/n out on a date. i’m so thankful for the boys and her friends for help because i was such a nervous train wreck. she looked so cute, all dressed up with a necklace i bought her a few days prior. we laughed so much, our time together was very memorable. i kissed her goodnight as well. her lips tasted like sweet strawberries. my heart is still swooning right now, and i doubt i’d be able to get a lick of sleep tonight. still, goodnight diary, and goodnight y/n, my pretty girl ♥︎

︴bonus! think i got a little carried away.. heh. anyways its midnight and i should be sleeping rn but wtv wtv wtv. ALSO it's "bandtober" meaning my updates will be slower than usual. see you in november!

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[deer-hunter]

awaken the bloodline