hiii, i have noticed you haven't been really active and i hope you're doing ok, i really enjoy your writing too, so you have been missed
HIIIII! I knoowww I kinda just dropped two fics and vanished fr but I should get back into writing soon maybe? I finally got my dream job so ive been focusing on that a lot :((((
I PROMISE &TEAM and ENHA FICS WILL COME 🥹
I actually have a semi started Jake long fic in my drafts rn but I just think I suck at writing long fic so I havent really been finishing it
hi! i JUST saw that you moved accounts so i came to say hi <3 i hope you’re doing well, and i hope this new blog is treating you well~
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OMG HIIIIIII, Yes Im doing alright! Ever since moving ive had so much more motivation to write since im writing things I actually love to write, just busy rn bc im finally moving out on my own!! I hope everything is going alright with you :))))
helloo can i request a nicholas story where playboy x quiet girl but they're already in a relationship but smth happens and she goes like "i should've known" and he tries to win her back (he wins obv)
cuz nicho got sharp eyes but he expresses his emotions through his eyes so well like also
"...im a loser in this game... please use me like a drug... i know i love you...say you love me" - txt inspired?
ANYWAYS i LOVED your jo fanfic and luv yaa💗
ommgg you have no idea how happy I am to receive a request so quickly. Here it is! I wasn’t sure if you minded smut since you didn’t specify but I tried implementing everything else :) Hope you like!
req ⠀in which - You had no idea why one of the most notorious fuck boys at your campus feigned interest in you, but when you give him a chance, all your worries became true, but it isn't what it seemed.
wc 4,300+ warnings dom! nicholas, fem! reader, smoking, angst (?), hurt comfort (?), fluff, established relationship, pet names (princess, baby.), fingering, overstimulation, oral f! rec, unprotected pnv, thigh slapping, neck marking. note I didn't expect to Get my first request so soon, tysm! I stopped writing all my projects just for this lol
5 months ago.
“Do you wanna maybe get a drink with me sometime?” Nicholas asked casually, taking a puff from his cigarette. “I think you’re cute.”
It was late into the night. What was a scheduled study session with a friend had somehow turned into her dragging you to a bar. It wasn’t your usual scene but you weren’t opposed to it, although you definitely didn’t fit in. That’s what made you so noticeable.
You were drunk out of your mind. The world felt like it was spinning under your feet and you weren’t sure how, but you ended up swaying your way into an alley near the bar. Alone. You’ve been hearing footsteps trailing behind you, followed by the snickering and foul words of a man you didn’t know. You didn’t know what to do, was there anyone around? Should you call the police? Maybe you could run.
With all the courage you had, you turned around to face the man. Bracing yourself for some sort of attack, you were shocked when he simply muttered a few things and walked off. That’s when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You yelped, whipping around and stumbling back, only to stop when you recognized the face.
“Woah, relax. I’m not a creep,” he assured.
Wang Yixiang. Or more famously on campus, Nicholas. You’d seen him at the bar earlier with some girls from your class, but he’d disappeared halfway through. He must’ve slipped out for a smoke.
You sighed, rubbing your eyes trying to center yourself. He watched you the whole time, the smell of cigarettes filling both of your senses.
“Can you put that out? It’s horrible,” you whined.
Nicholas raised a brow, kneeling a bit to see your face fully. “If you don’t like smoking, why’d you come to an alley, huh? Don’t tell me you’re drunk already, it’s only been an hour.” He laughed, flicking your forehead softly with a finger. What a lightweight you were.
You kept bickering with him, softly whining and swaying. He just stood there listening to your babble. That’s when the question slipped out, it kind of surprised him too.
“Do you wanna maybe get a drink with me sometime? I think you’re cute.”
That sobered you slightly. Nicholas. You knew who he was. You’d never spoken to him personally but he wasn’t hard to figure out. Attractive, a smoker, dyed blonde hair with an eyebrow slit, and a girl always on his lap. He was a playboy.
You hated playboys.
“Are you crazy? You don’t even know me,” you muttered. You weren’t going to get sucked into his world, become a woman following a man’s beck and call. You turned and headed back toward the bar to find your friend.
Nicholas followed, amused. “Sure I do. You’re the girl who sits in front of me alone in psychology. See? I know you.”
You shooed him away with a hand. “Okay, but you don’t know me know me.”
“That’s what the date is for,” he chuckled, leaning down beside you, waiting for your answer.
You stopped and glared at him, brows knit with frustration. “I know what you’re playing at, and I’m not interested.”
He put his hands up in surrender. To your surprise, he didn’t push any further. He walked back into the bar with you, then split off toward his group of fuckboys. Was he ill? You and him? On a date?
What you thought was him giving up and coming to his senses turned out to be a chase for the worst. For some reason he was set on taking you out. He even started following you around campus. Why was he doing this? You didn’t even look like the type of girl he usually went for.
Which led to now. Him sitting across from you in the library, scrolling through his phone while you tried to study. You glared at him. How could someone so good looking be so annoying? He caught your eye, that teasing smile spreading across his face again.
“If I go on that stupid date, will you leave me alone?”
His eyes widened slightly. “Of course. All I ask is one date. Hm?”
You groaned, one date wasn’t the end of the world and recently he’s been distracting you way too much, more than you realize. “Fine. But no bar.”
He nodded. “Got it.”
“It needs to be a restaurant with good food. Daytime only. And on a weekend,” you bargained.
He tilted his head, smirking. You were difficult, but he couldn’t deny you were smart. “Understood.”
But just as you predicted, he was exactly the way you knew he’d be. Nicholas picked you up in his car, eyeing you up and down at your small effort to look nice. He took you somewhere with great food, walked around downtown with you. The date itself wasn’t the issue. He was.
He was full of himself. You could see it in the way he smiled when girls asked for his number, or how his voice changed when talking to the waitress. He talked about himself too much, going on and on. The only thing keeping you there was the free date at this point. Maybe you were.. a little disappointed.
Moral of the story was, Nicholas wasn’t your type. Not at all. Not ever.
After you two split up to use the bathroom, you went looking for him again. The sun was setting. It was about time you turned him down and headed home. You followed the sound of his voice near the plaza, confused when you found him playing a street game usually meant for kids. A dalgona scam- cookies that were impossible to cut cleanly, but he was there fighting for his life over it. You lingered behind him, watching him focus so hard for what? A plastic ring? Some knock off plushies?
After several failed attempts, he bought one more try. Tracing around the shape again, completely locked in. He was so sure he finally had it, but the moment he tried to lift it, the cookie snapped. He groaned dramatically.
You couldn’t help laughing. Nicholas turned towards the sound and spotted you behind him, he genuinely looked upset. The old lady running the booth sighed, grabbing his attention.
“You paid too much money just to get this ring for your girlfriend. You should be more responsible.. here- just take it.” She smiled, handing him the ring.
Nicholas thanked her over and over, his pout melting into excitement. He stood up in front of you, gently taking your hand and sliding the plastic ring onto your finger.
“Look at that. Cool right?”
You didn’t answer. You just stared at him. At his smile. It was the first time he’d ever actually smiled. A real, authentic smile.
He cleared his throat and looked away. “That was corny wasn’t it?”
“No.” you blurted. “I liked that. Seeing you not play this fake front. You should do that more.”
His smile dropped slightly at your words, you wondered if anyone had ever told him something like that before. He smiled again more confidently, taking your hand and leading you down the pavement.
If it was possible, you’d actually gained a small, tad interest in him. In who he was as a soul. You two began meeting up more casually. He started sitting with you during lectures and talking with your friends. He stepped into your world. Sitting quietly beside you in libraries, watching cheesy dramas, turning in to bed early just like you did. And you stepped into his world. Going out more, socializing with the people in his circle, learning how to live life outside of academics. He changed your life completely. He showed you time and time again that he was dropping this fuck boy facade for good. So when he asked you to be his girlfriend..? you said yes.
Present.
“You look great princess,” Nicholas whispered in your ear, looking into your eyes through the mirror as he kissed the side of your neck. “Makes me wanna keep you here.”
His cat like eyes always flustered you, he knew exactly what they did. “Quit it Weno, I don’t want to be late.”
Nicholas pouted. “You caught me.. I’ll start up the car downstairs, okay?” You hummed, watching through the reflection as he left.
You both were headed to a new club an hour away from campus. You opposed at first since mid-terms were soon, but after some convincing, you agreed. Your bestfriend Beomgyu and others were going to be there so what harm could be done? It’s just one night.
Unfortunately clubbing was the same as it always was, pulsing with lights and noise. But this time, your small group of friends was there, which helped you relax. Nicholas had parted ways with you after you both found your friends, wandering off to talk to his own buddies for a short while. You still didn’t like them but what could you do? They were his close friends.
Beomgyu called out your name. “Hey, could you get me another beer? I would go, but the bartender is so cute~ it makes me nervous.” He dramatically sighed, swaying his head in his hand faking shyness.
You rolled your eyes and pushed his head back, causing him to bump into Kai. “This is the last one, okay Gyu?”
He argued but ended up complying. You walked off alone toward the bar, passing by people too hammered to even think about the time. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Where was your boyfriend?
As if you manifested it, you heard the sound of his voice coming from a hallway near the bar. Your heart skipped a few beats. It always did when it came to him. You almost rounded the corner to greet him, but the sound of his friends speaking to him made you stop. Was this intrusive?
“Damn man how long are you and Maki gonna keep going around in circles like this? It’s been months and you two still haven’t made up.” Heeseung asked Nicholas, hand on his shoulder.
“Hey Nicho, your girl- wasn’t she claimed by someone else before?” Sunghoon asked, chugging down his drink.
Heeseung laughed, nudging him a little. “Were you not there? Maki and Nicholas had a fight about some girl who played with both of them at the same time, guess what Nicho did..”
“Hey, shut up,” Nicholas warned, but was ignored.
“Remember that club downtown a couple months ago? Y’know, the two blonde girls we had fun with?” Heeseung said.
Sunghoon nodded. “Oh, that club. How could I forget?”
“Well, Nicholas here saw the girl Maki was trying to get his dick wet with and decided to get it first. Got a full blown date and everything in a week.” Heeseung snickered.
What? He told you there wasn’t an ulterior motive with you. He told you that he really liked you. That he really wanted to leave his fuck boy tendencies behind all for you. You knew it. You should’ve known better. You should’ve listened to your gut. You knew that guys like them never meant any good. You thought he really did like you, Was he just having fun these past couple of months? Toying with your feelings?
“Hey, isn’t that..?”
Nicholas turned slightly to see what they were mumbling about. His eyes widening when he saw you, your hurt expression, the tears prickling at your eyes. He quickly put out his cigarette and jogged toward you. “Wait!”
But you didn’t want to hear what he had to say. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction, so you walked away. He chased after you, losing you slowly as the crowd swallowed your frame. Panic settled in his chest. He knew he should’ve shut them up. He didn’t want you to find out this way, he was going to tell you himself when he was ready.
You pushed through the bodies, through the colored lights and thick air until you found the back exit. The cold air hit you, but it didn’t stop the shaking in your hands. You leaned against the wall, trying to steady your breathing, trying to stop the tears from spilling. The door burst open behind you.
“Hey- wait, please,” Nicholas panted, breathless from running.
You didn’t turn around. “Don’t,” you muttered, your voice cracking. “Just go away.”
“Baby, it’s not what you think it is, I mean it.”
You let out a bitter laugh. “Really? Because it sounded pretty clear to me, you lied to me, you used me for this stupid vendetta against Maki.”
He followed you. “I didn’t- It wasn’t about Maki. I swear, I never approached you because of- Well, At first yes but after that date it was all real I put my life on it!”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” you whispered, finally facing him. “Were you going to hide it forever? Watching me, the idiot who actually fell for you even though it was all just for bragging rights? How can I believe you?”
Nicholas opened and closed his mouth, no excuse strong enough to break through the hurt between you. His usual confidence was replaced with silence. For once, he didn’t know what to say. You turned around again, walking faster. He trailed behind you. “Where are you going? It’s too late to walk on your own princess.”
“Nicholas if you truly meant what you said, you’d leave me alone. That’s the least you could do.”
You didn’t turn around to see what expression he made or what he said under his breath but you could hear his footsteps fade the farther you walked. You didn’t know what to think, where you were going to go. You couldn’t go to your apartment, he’d just show up. You felt horrible and at a loss. Would this be the end of you and him? You walked into a random direction, letting the slight buzz of alcohol carry you needlessly. Did he truly mean what he said? Was everything real after that date? You couldn’t tell. All you knew is that seeing him was unbearable right now.
The headlights of a car pulling near the curb pushed you out of your thoughts. A call of your name ringing in your ears. “Hey! are you crazy?! What happened?” Kai shouted as he stepped out of his car. His angry expression softening when he saw your eyes shut, heavy tears falling down your face.
He patted your head. “I don’t know what happened but you need to get out of this cold seriously, come on I’ll take you home. Where’s your boyfriend?”
You pulled him back. “No! I can’t go home, not right now.. and don’t call him.”
He sighed. “Alright, let’s go to my place. I’ll sleep on the couch don’t worry, should I call Beomgyu?”
It had been a week. Nicholas had contacted your phone every single day, leaving messages, some with his voice. He left calls and voicemails begging to meet, insisting he had so much to explain. Beomgyu mentioned that he had asked about you repeatedly- where you were, how you were doing. It scared you. What exactly would he say? Would he tell you it truly was all a lie? That you wasted your effort and that it’s time to end this for good?
“Seriously, you need to get out of this room,” Beomgyu scolded, picking up the wrappers and water bottles scattered by the bed. “Plus, if you make Kai sleep on that couch any longer, he might get arthritis, he’s a tall kid.”
You looked away from his eyes. “I don’t know what to do, or what to say.”
He sat on the bed, his playful energy dissolving into comfort. “Have you thought about talking to him? He’s been begging me to tell him where you are, it’s pitiful the state he’s in right now. It’s better to deal with it now and hear what he has to say, no?”
“I don’t want to see him right now.” You sighed.
Beomgyu rolled his eyes. You were so full of it. He’d tried his best, and now there was only one thing left to do. “Alrighty then, if you say so.” He stood up, heading for the door. “Text me if anything happens.”
You didn’t think much of his sudden exit or ominous tone, The heaviness in your eyelids were numbing your senses.
Knock. Knock.
“Beomgyu just come in.”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Ugh, are you really gonna make me get up? Fine.” Pushing yourself off the bed, grumbling about how annoying he could be, you opened the door already prepared to complain but instead of Beomgyu your eyes met someone’s chest. Kai? No, Kai should be at his job.
You looked up. Nicholas.
His blonde hair was a mess, eyes looking exhausted, his face was a contrast, full of relief. Your eyes widened. You immediately shut the door and locked it.
Nicholas tried the doorknob, grunting in frustration. “Please- I need to talk to you. I want to explain everything.”
You pressed your back against the door, your heart racing. “Anything you want to say to me, you can say it out there.”
He sighed and rested his forehead against the wood. If this was the only way you’d listen, then he’d take it. “It’s true okay? Maki and I had an argument over some girl a while back, and I decided to take action against him. He told us before that he thought you were attractive and wanted to see what you were about. At first, I wasn’t going to do anything. That day at the bar, I didn’t even know who you were. I just saw a girl I’d never seen before that was extremely beautiful. Then you came into the alley, whining and babbling about how cigarettes were going to kill me, and when I learned your name.. I decided to do what I did.”
“You’re an asshole,” you spit out, teeth clenched.
Nicholas looked up sharply. “Just- wait.” He pleaded. “Yes, when I took you out on that date it was all for selfish reasons. But toward the end when I bought that ring for you and you told me you liked who I was beneath all my bullshit, when we talked as I drove you home- by that point, I really, truly did start to like you. No, Love you.”
You stepped back from the door, turning to face it with trembling hands.
“Every single thing I said or did with you was real. I swear it on everything. So please- if you could forgive me, if I could try again? You don’t understand how much I need you. How much I want you.”
He stopped rambling the moment the door creaked open. Your glossy, wary eyes met his. “Do you mean it, Weno? Do you love me?”
Nicholas nodded frantically, his heart pounding. “I do princess I mean it. I love you.”
You threw your arms around him. He exhaled, relief crashing through him. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. Nicholas held you, his breath unsteady against your shoulder. He finally eased his hold, his hand slid down until his fingers intertwined with yours, gripping like he was scared you might change your mind.
“Come on,” he murmured gently. “Let’s go home princess, your place.”
You nodded slowly. “Okay.”
He squeezed your hand and guided you out of the room. The mysterious figure making you freeze.
Beomgyu was sitting on the couch, arms crossed, a grin across his face.
“Ohhhh~” he drawled loudly, “you finally left the room.. and look who you brought.”
“Beomgyu,” you clenched, eyes narrowing. “You are the worst.”
He gave you a cheerful thumbs up. “You’re welcome.”
“Nicho, please- wait.” you moaned, your body pressed up against the door of your apartment. You tried putting your things away, but he kept leaving marks on your neck.
He exhaled near your ear, as if he was fighting to hold himself back. “Sorry baby. I just can’t get enough of you.”
Once you took your shoes and coat off, he picked you up by your thighs and carried you away, forcing you to cling to him. “Put me down! This is- ”
He caught your lips mid sentence, not giving you a chance to breathe. Every time you tried to say something, he smacked your ass, making you whine- whether from pleasure or pain, you couldn’t tell. “I missed you,” he whispered.
He placed you on the bed, kissing you deeply, leaving no room to breathe. You gasped when you felt him toy with the waistband of your pants. “Gonna take these off for me, yeah? Let me make you feel good like you deserve?”
You nodded frantically, lifting yourself so he could pull them off. You wriggled with anxiousness when he stared at your panties. “So wet already, princess. Who did this to you, hm?”
You sighed as he pressed his fingers over your underwear, circling your clit. “F-fuck—y-you did.”
He smiled at that. “Well, I shouldn’t keep you waiting, right baby?” he cooed as he slid his hand under your underwear, all your slick gathering on his fingers. The wet sound of him touching you made you shy.
“Weno- please, I need you,” you moaned, placing your fingers over his bulge, feeling him twitch in your hand.
He chuckled. “Don’t be impatient. You know I have to get you ready for me.” Before you could protest, you felt his fingers open your folds, working you slowly. He curled his fingers right at the spot you liked, watching your eyes roll back. Then he added another finger, stretching you more.
“Does it feel good? Tell me..” he asked, watching you try to form words. Nothing came out so he smacked your thigh, making you jolt.
“Y-yes! Feels so good!” you moaned shakily. He hummed, then slipped his fingers out, watching you clench around nothing. You whined at the loss, unsure what he was doing as he moved down the bed. You gasped when his tongue met your clit. He switched from fingers to mouth, stimulating both your clit and your insides at the same time. Your hands clung desperately to him- pushing him away yet smothering him against your pussy.
He loved when you pulled his hair, groaning into you, the vibration making you shake. His other hand moved to his cock, groping it just to feel some relief. He swore he could cum like this.
Nicholas felt your walls clench around his tongue so he sped up, lapping and swirling over your clit. You moaned loudly and slapped a hand over your mouth. You were absolutely getting a noise complaint. He curled his fingers deeper, watching you wriggle from the pleasure. “I can tell you’re close baby. You gonna let go for me?”
“Ah—!” You nodded frantically. You were so, so close. You tugged his hair, grinding against his mouth, making him lick you harder, his nose brushing your heat. From this angle it was like you were riding his face.
The sounds of his tongue and fingers filled the room. His groans grew louder the more he rutted into his own hand. His desperation mixed with the wet gushing pushed you over the edge, your back arched as you came. He lapped at you until you had nothing left, taking it all in. When he finally stopped, he lifted his head, watching you come down from your high. Then he leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on him. He grunted into your mouth. He needed more.
He picked you up slowly from the back and pulled your shirt off, licking his lips when your breasts came into view. He took off his own shirt above you, his chain falling against his chest. “God, I love you. You love me too right?”
You nodded, eyes heavy as he tugged off his pants and boxers together, his cock springing free, tip already leaking with precum. “I love you too, Nicho- I want-n—need you,” you sighed shakily.
“Yeah? F-fuck—don’t say that…” he whined, pumping himself lightly before lining his tip up with you. “I don’t wanna cum so soon.”
Your back arched as he gripped your waist, slowly inching himself inside. Your moans grew louder- his did too. The sounds were filthy. Once he bottomed out, he stilled, waiting for your approval. He leaned down and nipped at your breast, licking at your nipple while his other hand squeezed the other roughly, making you whimper.
“Baby.. can I move? I- I can’t—” he moaned, shifting back and forth just enough to feel friction. When you nodded, he completely lost control. He gripped your waist tighter and slammed into you, the bed hitting the wall over and over. At this point he didn’t care about the neighbors. He rubbed messy circles over your clit, overstimulating you. Your hands clutched his arm, not pushing him away. You were so tight around him, his eyes half lidded as he watched himself disappear into you.
“Nicho! I’m gonna cum- ” you warned, head spinning. “Cum with me please.”
Nicholas slowed, eyes widening. “You want me to cum inside?” You nodded without hesitation.
“Shit- then I’ll give it to you baby.” He picked up his pace, thrusts shaking your whole body. He pressed his chest to yours, holding you as close as possible as both of you moaned, your releases mixing together. You were both breathless, clinging to each other while coming down from your highs.
He looked up, strands of hair stuck to your sweaty face. He stayed inside you, leaning into your neck to kiss you softly.
“Weno- you smell like cigarettes. You seriously need to stop smoking.”
“Okay,” he murmured, nipping at your neck.
You brought a hand into his hair, pulling him closer. “A-and I want you to focus on your studies too.”
“Alright, baby..” he complied, licking slow stripes under your ear.
“And you need to meet my parents as well.”
He hummed near your ear as he cuddled you. “Whatever you want, princess. God, I’m addicted to you. What drug is this?”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀where - Jo has the habit of overthinking the simple things. After a conversation with Nicholas & Maki + a memory of an almost intimate moment, he's now left wondering if he is enough for you, is he your type?
⠀wc 2,600+ ⠀warnings sub! jo & dom! fem! reader, insecure jo, misunderstanding, inexperienced/virgin jo, crying, petnames (baby & love), making out, hair pulling, dry humping/grinding, teasing, oral m! receiving, overstimulation, unprotected sex, tiny bit of dom jo at the end. emotionally unintelligent nichomaki—⠀note haven't written smut in a long time but fuck it we ball.. debut fic hurray
One rule Jo swore he’d never break when it came to dating was to never listen to his friends. Although, Every now and again he ended up having dinner with Maki and Nicholas. Listening to every single questionable advice about women that came out of their mouths.
“How long should I wait before I ask her to come over?” Nicholas asks, cheeks puffed out as he’s talking and inhaling ramen at the same time.
Maki points his chopsticks at him. “Depends. Whats the relationship between you two?”
He shrugs. “Well I think she broke up with her boyfriend last week, Haven’t texted her since. Whoops.”
Maki lets out a laugh. “Dude, she’s probably over him and you by now.”
Jo never really joined in on their conversations about dating. Mainly because there was nothing for him to ask or complain about, You and him were good. Healthy. Completely in love. What did he need advice for?
“What about you, Jo?” Nicholas asks suddenly.
Jo blinks, chewing his rice a little faster as his brain snaps back to the table. “What? What about me?” he mumbles.
“How are you and your girlfriend getting along? You never bring her around so I’m curious.”
“We’re good,” Jo says quickly, blush crawling up his neck at the mention of you.
Maki clicks his teeth, leaning forward. “Always so secretive~ Come on, tell us something.”
Jo looked up to see them staring with curiosity and excitement. Have they always been this nosy? “What do you want to know? There isn’t much to say, really..”
Nicholas waves a hand. “Don’t be shy. Where did you guys meet? What is she into?”
Maki just shrugs, unfazed. “What? Don’t act like you aren’t curious too.”
They both turn back to Jo, expecting some form of squeakish timid answer but he’s gone quiet. In his mind, he’s not at dinner, He’s home. You’re tucked into his chest, breathing softly as you sleep against him. Your arm draped around his waist tightly, your head brushing his collarbone. The weight of you, the warmth of you- he’d never seen anyone look that peaceful. So beautiful.
“She’s cute.”
“Cute?” Maki repeats, one eyebrow raised.
Nicholas, who five seconds ago was cringing at the topic suddenly leans in. “Cute like she’s the innocent type or?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of sexy, freaky, quiet-”
Jo’s head jerks up, horrified. “You guys can even make sleeping freaky?”
Both Maki and Nicholas stare at him.
“Sleeping?” Maki echoes.
Jo frowns, confused. “What? That’s what you asked.”
“No,” Maki says, dragging out the word. “we meant more like-”
“We meant sex Jo,” Nicholas intervenes bluntly. “We were asking how she is in bed.”
“…Oh,” he says quietly.
Nicholas Laughs. “You actually thought we meant sleeping?”
Jo covers his face with his hands, completely embarrassed. “That’s the first thing that came to mind..”
Maki finally stops laughing long enough to breathe. “So what- Have you guys really never done it before?”
Jos silence makes Nicholas’s eyes widen. “Wait- seriously?”
He hesitates, fingers messing with the edge of his sleeve. “No. We haven’t.”
The table goes quiet for a second. Maki leans forward, elbows on the table. “Like, not even close?”
“No,” Jo says, cheeks warming again. “It’s not- it’s just never gotten that heated before. I think?”
Nicholas hums, tilting his head. “Okay, but what if you two do it in the future and aren’t compatible?”
Maki nods. “What if she tries it with you and realizes you’re not her type?”
“Wouldn’t it be better to figure out those things early on. Y’know have the big talk? See if it’ll work out?” He adds.
Jo swallows hard. He hadn’t thought about that. What if he disappoints you? What if he’s not enough? What if he’s too inexperienced, too timid? What if you expect someone confident, do you prefer confidence?
Jo grips his chopsticks tighter. “I don’t think she’d just leave me over something like that. She isn’t like that.”
“You never know”
Jo tried very hard not to think about anything said that day. Everything would happen naturally. He reassured himself with that many times.
But his train of thought decided to torture him.
He began to think about the ifs. Moments that could have led to more. Times that if he were to man up for once, would you two have done it? His mind would always circle back to one moment that happened a while ago.
It was late into the afternoon. Those awful days where your work schedules didn’t line up leaving him alone in your shared apartment. Jo waited on the couch watching television until you came back. It felt like an eternity for Jo, but soon enough you made it home.
The rustling of keys startled him out of his sleeping position. His face at ease when you came into view.
“Hey, how was work?”
You sighed, kicking off your shoes as you rummaged through your bag. “It was the worst. Sunoo ended up nabbing the lead position for the project I worked so hard to get.”
“That’s too bad my love, come here hm?”
Jo held his arms out insinuating a hug. That soft and caring expression he always had made you smile. You walked over, sitting on his lap and straddling him. Your head laid on Jos shoulder taking his cologne in. His arm wrapped around your waist tightly, moving his other hand to rub your back in slow and comforting circles. Abruptly, you lifted your face from his neck to look at him.
He looked back at you with curiosity, “What is it?” He asked, nervously smiling.
Your hands inched from his waist to his face, making him soften and melt into them, closing his eyes. Softly, you placed your lips on his, causing his eyes to fly open. It didn’t take long for him to reciprocate, following your pace. The kiss was soft- it always was. This wasn’t the first time you came home from work stressed and in need of kisses.
But this time, you did something you had never done before.. you stopped kissing him. His face was flushed, a soft groan slips out with the loss of your lips. You chuckled softly, letting a hand slide up to his hair, playing with it. Then an idea hit you. You gave it a gentle tug, watching his reaction. A choked out moan escaped him. It seemed to surprise him too with that look of shock.
“Did you like that Jo?” you whispered into his ear, lips trailing down his neck leaving marks. He didn’t respond, his throat caught in soft whines at the new sensation. Deciding to push him a little further, You rocked against him slowly, feeling him grow hard beneath you. He was so, so overwhelmed, and having you be the first to ever touch him like this? Just the thought alone made him want to cum.
Your hands slid under Jo’s shirt, nails scratching his chest with a tease making him shudder. A wet patch of precum had already seeped through his pants with all the grinding.
Before he could say or do anything, you stopped. You stopped kissing him, touching him, grinding on him. He looked up at you through his lidded eyes, panting. “What-“
“Thank you for the hug baby, you always know how to comfort me. Should we order take out?” You asked casually, fixing up your work shirt. He watched you as you did your daily routine when coming home, humming as if nothing happened. “Pick something out and i’ll call in after I shower, okay?”
And just like that the bathroom door closed, leaving Jo to stare at the spot where you’d been minutes ago.
Wondering how he was going to deal with the new found problem in his pants.
“Jo, look at this!” you chuckled, angling your phone so he could see. It was a routine you both had before bed, scrolling on your phones side by side giggling at whatever you found.
Jo laughed with you, his attention drifting from the screen to your face. For the past couple of weeks, he had been fighting with himself, debating whether to bring up your sex life. But he was genuinely curious. What were you into? Was he your type? Do you have things you want to try? The list of questions he wanted to ask felt endless.
“Jojo, what is it? You’re freaking me out,” you asked, slightly laughing at his habit to space out.
“Oh.. nothing,” he blurted. “You’re beautiful, that’s all.”
You hummed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Thank you baby, but- is there something you want say? Something’s been on your mind for a while, I can tell, you’ve been more antsy then usual.”
“Was I obvious?”
“The day I can’t read you is the day the world ends Asakura Jo.”
Jo sat up, scratching at his neck nervously- a habit he never seemed to shake. You followed, sitting up with him, suddenly invested in whatever had been weighing on him lately.
“Well I just wanted to- I’ve been curious about you,” he stammered.
You raised a brow. “Alright. In what way?”
“ˢᵉˣ”
“Huh?” you asked, blinking.
“Your past sex life. I want to know what you’re into..” Jo muttered. He looked like he could throw up from how anxious he was.
Your eyes widened at the sudden outburst. So that’s what he’d been thinking about? Cute.
You giggled, Jo looked at you confused about what was so funny. “Ask me anything you want,” you assured him. “I’ll tell you the truth.”
He bit his lower lip, but with your small nod of encouragement, he finally continued.
“How many guys have you been with?”
“Two.”
“Do you have a type?”
“Uhm.. No. I don’t think so.”
“Any kinks?”
“Too many to name.”
Jo fiddled with his hands, uncertainty in his eyes. His voice dropped softer than before. “Am I attractive to you?”
You blinked. “Why would you even ask me that?”
He swallowed hard. “You haven’t made a move on me since that day on the couch. And I just thought maybe you weren’t interested in me anymore. Maybe I’m not what you’re looking for or something like that.”
Maki and Nicholas had a way of getting into ones head.
You placed a hand on his chest, pushing him roughly on his back. He fell back with wide eyes, surprised, and before he could get another word out, you swung a leg over him and settled on top of his waist.
You looked down at him, hands braced on either side of his body. Your voice was steady, slow, deliberate. “Jo,” you said, leaning in so your lips brushed his jaw, “the only reason I stopped that day was because I came onto you so strong. I wanted our first time to be romantic not horny.”
His fingers curled around your thighs, stunned into silence. You smirked softly, leaning up just enough to brush your fingers along his ear which were painfully red, burning from its tips.
“You asked me if I have a type,” you said, hands sliding down to his jaw, tilting his chin up so he had no choice but to look at you. “Maybe I do,” you continued, eyes locked on his. “You. Innocent looking men like you.” His eyes were glossed as he stared up at you, still trapped beneath your thighs and your hold on his chin.
“Innocent looking men like you,” you repeated, letting your thumb drag slowly across his lower lip. “Guess I was wrong, seeing that you’ve been fantasizing about what I did with you that day.”
Jo swallowed hard, cheeks flushing even deeper. “Don’t say that.. It’s not like that.” he whined, barely audible.
You let out a soft laugh, leaning down until your noses almost touched. “Oh? Am I wrong Jo?” you teased, “Are you telling the truth?”
His brows knit. “I am.”
You shifted your hips just slightly above his buldge. Enough to make his breath stutter again. “Because this,” you whispered, tapping his cheek gently with your fingers, “isn’t the look or sound of an innocent man.”
“This,” you added, tracing the outline of his chest, “is the face of someone who’s been thinking about me way too much.”
Jo froze. “I- I haven’t- I mean, I didn’t-”
“You’ve been thinking about what you want to do to me and what you want me to do to you. Haven’t you?”
His needy squirms, eyes full of want. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You pulled yourself back against Jo, creating enough room to slide his pants down. His boxers were already stained, when he tried to cover the spot, you slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch.”
You wrapped your hand around Jo’s buldge, reveling in the noises he made just for you. You could see from the print that he was huge, it was no surprise though, you felt it that day.
“Please stop teasing me,” he begged, pushing your hand away just long enough to slide his boxers down, revealing his flushed pink tip.
You laughed with disbelief. Of all times for him to finally get over his fear of taking initiative, he chose now. Should you reward him? “Don’t worry baby. I guess I’ll give you what you want.”
Jo gasped loudly at the feeling of your mouth around him. He couldn’t help arching his back off the bed, his hand sliding into your hair. You didn’t necessarily like men who pulled your hair, but you could tell he wasn’t doing it for control- he just had no idea what to do with his hands. You hummed around him, sending vibrations against his dick. It was too much.
His moans, loud before, quickly became stuttered and quiet. When you pulled him out of your mouth and pumped him lightly, he looked at you for the first time and before he even realized it, he came. His cum dripped from your chin onto his cock. The lewd scene didn’t stop the embarrassment burning across his face from cumming so soon.
“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t even- I didn’t realize.”
You coo, wiping your chin as you leaned in to kiss him. He parted his lips instantly, letting you take control. Again and again, he fell right into your mercy.
“Don’t apologize,” you murmured. “You’ll have more chances to cum anyway.”
“What do you mean? Wait-”
You slipped off your panties, guiding him with your hand as you aligned yourself over him, sinking down slowly.
“Wait- I’m still- I just came!” Jo hissed. It hurt, but it felt so good.
“I’m sorry, Jo,” you whispered, voice full with want, “but it’s my turn to be needy.”
Jo couldn’t even think anymore, his vision blurring with tears. All he could hear were your moans, was he really making you feel good? He wanted to see. He wanted to know what kind of face you were making because of him. Ignoring the ache from how hard you were riding him, he pushed himself up on his elbows, lifting himself until he was face-to-face with you. His vision steadied and then he saw you. Your brows were drawn together in focus, your mouth parted with pleasure, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes.
With newfound courage, Jo grabbed your ass, forcing you to take more of him. You gasped in pleasure, startled by his sudden boldness. He rutted his hips up to meet yours, desperate and unrestrained. He was getting close- so were you, your walls clenching tightly around him.
“I- I’m gonna cum soon,” Jo groaned, thrusting faster into you.
“Cum inside,” you moaned.
Jo’s eyes widened, searching your face. “Are you sure?”
You shut him up with a kiss, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths as your bodies snapped together. You both fell apart at the same time, collapsing onto the bed side by side.
You were worn out, eyes closed, breathing hard. Jo was just as breathless, but he stared at you in worry. “Was I okay?”
Smiling, you hummed. “Of course Jo. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
- I personally wont look at every note to see if you are a minor but if you dm/ask/comment and you are blank/ageless page I will block you! srry.
- any requests will have added plot onto it. I am a plot girly I apologize .(not rlly)
- I fucking love angst
WHAT INSPIRES ME?
I love sad films/dramas. If you read some of my fics and think you recognize the essence of a drama call it out I love it when people do. zhang ling he please hmu. I also take inspo from song lyrics & 2am spirals.
• Most of my works won’t have smut in it but they will always have some sort of mature content. I tend to write about subs since I personally don’t like doms but occasionally I will write dom centered fics, so if you notice that then yeah…
• I am a huge fan of angst so some of my works will include angst. Whether it would be hurt with comfort or hurt with no comfort.. you’ll never know (please always read my warnings).
• I prefer to write long fic but If I have an idea or thought you will see some short fics!
• I will never use y/n.
• Fics will always be written for fem!reader but ill never add any feature indicators, if you see any in my works please point it out because I want my fics to be readable for anyone [EX: blue eyes, long hair.]
WHO I WRITE FOR.
• I will mainly write for &TEAM, ENHYPEN, and TXT. It will never go outside of that. Maybe AMPERS&ONE could be written if requested because I love my ampies.
REQUESTS
• I do accept requests but that does not mean it will be written. I will take every request into consideration but if it does not align with my style/inspire me I probably won’t write it. Don’t take it personally because I do appreciate every req that fits my rules, I just write in a weird mindset/way.
WHAT I WILL/WONT WRITE
• wont: underage, ddlg & ageplay, incest + stepcest, pregnancy kink, male reader, heavy dominant, idol!, huge age gap, scat, vomit, p!ss, blood kink, specific trait, feet, raceplay, parent au, — more could be added on if discovered
• will: sub!, dom!reader, humiliation, loser/needy/pathetic!, perv!, degrading, sadist, praise, longfic, fluff, angst, manipulation, member x member + reader, public play.. mxm perhaps..
ASKS/ANONS
• if you do not like certain things I write or have a hateful thing to say either say it without being anonymous or don’t say it at all! If you hate on me through anons I will simply ignore you cause idgaf say it to my face muah xoxo.
• Don’t be weird, don’t ask about personal information, you know me as my online alias only don’t be invasive.
• On a lighter note, I love emoji anons! Ask to be one I love chatting with you guys I’ll lyk my taken emojis list! I’m always down to talk lmao.
• if you come into my dms/anons talking about how a member isn’t of age even though you know damn well he is then don’t even interact. I will never write for a minor thats a promise.
TAGLIST
• rules for taglist will be decided once I open it.
DO NOT FOLLOW
• If you write for any cortis member besides James. You’re weird. Idc if it’s fluff.
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