#&team jo

[wenosluv]

if one of my irl friends finds this account i’m gonna bury myself alive…

[guliexe]

nicholas twt links . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ . ݁ ❤︎⁠ 18+

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<𝟑 let daddy use you how he likes

<𝟑 filling his angel up

<𝟑 making out with your pussy

<𝟑 rewarding his girl

<𝟑 what a good bunny

<𝟑 i think this is nicho coded

[aegsll]

　　　　

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[katseyepen]

𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

gang member!nicholas x reader

synopsis: you get wasted and your friend calls your situationship you like to call your man

contains: drunk reader, reader lowkey freaked out, crack?, nicknames/pet names, reader calls nicholas "nicho" (idk if it's spelled like that or nico im not sure it matters tho 😭)

the phone had been vibrating for a full minute before he snatched it off the table.

"what" he says flatly.

a girl's voice—too loud, too breathless. "hi—hi, okay listen, this is her friend. she's... she's not okay"

his jaw tightens "what does that mean"

"she won't stop saying your name. like—won't stop. we tried water, we tried sitting her down—but she won't stop asking for nicholas. nicho. whatever you go by."

he drags a hand down his face, then glances at the men in front of him, the drug deal was only half-finished. there was still time dates he had to set up.

"is she hurt?" ,,nope, just drunk"

his eyes close once more, then open them having to mentally prepare himself. "put her on."

there was fumbling, laughter, then your voice—slurred. "nichoo" you sang. "i knew you'd answer"

"why are you drinking like this? "i told you to pace yourself" "i did pace myself" you say proudly "just very fastly"

"you know what else i can pace?" you ask with a smug smirk he can't see but can hear it all too well. "don't tell me. just give the damn phone back. im coming to get you"

one of the guys scoffs "you're leaving? you didn't even tell me about another time to meet"

nicholas grabs his jacket "then i guess we won't ever meet"

and the guy mumbles something quietly.

"hmmm?" "this is bullshit" the guy curses, nicholas shot him a look "and so is bleeding out, pick a struggle junkie"

---

the party was spilling onto the lawn when he pulled up. music thumped through the open door, bodies everywhere. and there you were sitting on the curb, legs stretched out, swaying slightly as you talked to yourself.

the second you saw his car, you gasp like you'd been waiting your whole life. "babbyy" you yell, scrambling to your feet and nearly face planting.

he slams the door harder than necessary and stalked over. "jesus—slow down."

you throw yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck, weight fully uncoordinated. "you came" you whisper loudly "i told them you would, i said 'hes gonna come get me because im his favorite girl' and you actually came"

his hands caught you automatically "you're a mess" "im not— not yet, but you can make me one" you smile innocently.

he exhales through his nose "i rushed a deal for this shit. you know that?" you blink. "like... a business deal?"

"just get in the car" he directs, more irritated by the fact you reek of alcohol. when he tries guiding you to the car you plant your feet into the ground—unyielding. "oh—you're fucking with me" he laughs in disbelief.

you beam, getting distracted "can you fuck with me—no—no, i mean fuck me"

"get in the car" he tries pulling you by your wrist now. "answer my question first" you whine. "I'll think about it if you move your ass to the car"

you grin softly, striding over to the car with his help of course. you'd be on the ground with scrapes on your knees if it weren't for him.

during the drive you kept leaning over the console—playing with his hair, tracing his arm, then tracing random shapes on his thigh.

"you're hot when you're annoyed" the statement coming out of nowhere, and if you didn't know any better you'd say you saw his face almost twitch to a smile. "sit back"

"i am back"

you lean close to him taking a whiff "mmm, you smell like good cologne" he nods "thats because i only have good cologne."

"a 'thank you' would have been nice" you hit his arm playfully, a second later feeling bad, and rubbing the spot. "sorry" you mumble.

you reach for his free hand that's resting on his leg. he let you hold it—interlocking your fingers actually.

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at his place you cling to his side. arms wrapped around his waist. "to your room" you point, he walks there and since you're clinging to him, you go there too.

you unwrap your arms from his waist and hook your finger to his waistband instead, tugging on it. "take these off" you pout.

"no ma'am, you're drunk" he states matter-of-factly, taking your hands off his pants. you whine at the loss. "pleaseee. we don't even have to have sex. i can just suck your dick"

nicholas feels his face heat up, your choice of words coaxing a nervous chuckle from him. "tomorrow, promise you can do that tomorrow."

"baby please, i need you so bad" you whine again, too drunk to care how desperate you sound. he shakes his head, making you groan in defeat.

"i just want you to remember everything, sweetheart. "you probably won't even remember what you're saying right now." he explains while picking out some clothes for you to change into.

"oh hush.." you roll your eyes flopping on the bed. "just say you freaking hate me"

"then I'd be lying, i know how much you hate liars" he teases, tossing an oversized shirt on the bed with socks. "no pants?"

"they won't fit"

"i can make it fit, you know i know how to" you try winking—but blinking instead and failing horribly, making nicholas snicker

you try kicking off your heels, and fail once again. "i need help" you lift your leg, and he pads over taking both your heels off, replacing the shoes with socks "do you wanna shower?" he asks. "not right now... in the morning though."

next he pulls your dress over your head, making sure to be careful. he didn't let his eyes linger on your body that was clad in bra and panties. he grabs his black shirt and pulls it over your head.

you adjust it to your comfortability, then crawl to the top of his bed where the pillows are.

"I'm tired" you yawn, slipping under the blankets. "that's really nice"

he changes into sweats, and tosses his shirt off to the ground. you open the blankets for him with a child-like smile on your face.

when you're warm against him, head resting on his chest, while his arm rests idly around you. he thought you were finally asleep—until you look up. "nicho?" you whisper.

he hummed, eyes half-closed. "yeah"

"can i have a kiss?"

he hesitates for just a second then leans down pressing a chaste peck—barely there. "now go to sleep"

you smiled immediately, leaning back up again and kissing him back. again. and again—slower this time, lips lingering. you slide your hand up his chest, testing how far he'd let you go.

he moves your hands off of him almost instantly, laying your head on the pillow. "sleep" he said more sternly this time. "nicho" you huff, "you're being mean"

"uh-huh and you're drunk, goodnight sweetheart" he places a kiss to your head.

[jenorotic]

how they would kiss you : &team

pairing — &team x reader

genre — domestic fluff

「 ej. 」

⤷ doesn’t necessarily wanna be in charge when it comes to kissing. so when it comes to it, he loves when you take the reigns because it allows him to relax for a moment and breathe. speaking of breathing, he’s definitely really breathy during kisses. like he always breathes really hard and basically if you wear glasses they are going to be foggy by the time y'all are done. but yeah ej probably likes dominance battles and pretending he wants to be the one dominating the kiss, but you and he both know he’s going to let you take over in just a second— like he doesn’t have the patience to fight you forever. loves being close to you. his arms are basically all the way around your waist if they can be and your chests are pressed together. and like his lips are so close and feathery against yours…

「 fuma. 」

⤷ fuma’s hands are always on you. likes it the most when you’re on his lap because then he can feel every curve of your body as he’s kissing you. he is definitely going to nip at your skin and lips; it’s just a fact, i do not make the rules. runs his hands down your thighs and likes to squeeze them whenever he feels especially happy. kissing barely ever leads to anything else cause?? tbh?? fuma just loves making out with you?? he could do it for hours and it would never get old to him. probably says really lewd things but somehow makes it sound so endearing. always wants to cuddle afterwards too, just give the man his cuddles pls.

「 k. 」

⤷ is the greatest kisser out of all of &team, idc who your bias is, it’s a fact. it’s set in stone. he props you up on stuff (walls, counters, couches, etc) because he saw it in the dramas he watched. is another thigh squeezer except, unlike fuma, he never stops squeezing your thighs. and loves your neck. probably likes his hands on your neck when he’s kissing you. feeling the vibration of your vocal chords and the movements of your jaw is a turn on for him idek okay. sighs your name. likes to give you visible hickeys and gets smug when you can’t hide them because he wants them to be seen by everyone. loves it when you run your hands through his hair. like a lot. he’ll probably get sad if you don’t do it.

「 nicholas. 」

⤷ he has really cute lips and really nice hands so, naturally, you want them on your waist asap. (the lips or the hands you can decide). kissing nico is going to be soft at first but he also takes his time doing things that need to be done. so slow touches here and there, his hands tracing your curves as he presses kisses up your jawline. he stops right in front of your lips to just stare at you. probably tucks a flyaway strand of hair behind your ear and tells you you’re the most beautiful person in the world. when he finally kisses you, i imagine nico is very slow and sensual with his kisses. doesn’t use tongue much unless he’s really in the mood because he just likes the intimacy of your lips touching. his hands never stop traveling to places they shouldn’t be though, ngl.

「 yuma. 」

⤷ mister classy and elegant when it comes to kissing… idk i just picture yuma being sort of princely when he kisses you? likes to hold your hands when he’s kissing you but that’s partly because he likes how frustrated you get when you can’t hold his face or run your fingers through his hair. goes crazy if you grab at his waist. flushed cheeks, a stutter, wide eyes,, your touch affects him a lot and it’s probably his biggest weakness. a messy kisser probably. not bad messy— just everywhere at once. sporadic. spontaneous. low groans if you tug on his hair. likes to kiss your nose and forehead and hands afterwards and giggles too because skinship would make him so giddy with you.

「 jo. 」

⤷ what a sweet nice boy. definitely has no idea what he’s doing when he goes in for the kiss. or he does but he’s just so damn shy. overthinks while he leans in and bumps his forehead against yours. tries to act cool but fails. eventually you just have to do it because he’s not going to get over his awkwardness any time soon. the sweetest kisser ever. always worried that he’s doing it wrong or that you don’t like it. stills against your lips sometimes and you have to coax him back to reality. if you run your hands through his hair or rub his ears, he’ll probably loosen up and relax because hey, it’s you, and you love his kisses, even if they are a little awkward. that’s what makes them his. that’s what makes them special.

「 harua. 」

⤷ is a snuggle bug. he’s just clingy so let’s put this in the perspective of cuddling. you two are just on the couch, him on his back and you sort of half squished between him and the couch and half on him,, y'all get it. anyway if you lean down and give him an eskimo kiss, he’ll get really giggly because it’s a cute and sweet gesture. but then his hands fly to your waist and his eyes trail down your face slowly because, wow he really wants to kiss you properly. so he kinda tilts his chin up and his lips meet yours and it’s just a slow, molding of lips for awhile, and sometimes his hands rest on the skin underneath your shirt because he likes the warmth and like you’re definitely not complaining. the both of you are pretty lax with kissing, and go with the flow, so he doesn’t get surprised at all when your kisses start to trail his jawline. if he wasn’t smiling so widely you probably could go back to kissing his lips but alas, he just keeps smiling.

「 taki. 」

⤷ a giddy, giddy boy: you? want to kiss him? the thought alone just makes him so happy. to know he’s loved and wanted. he craves that type of affection from you but his kisses are probably pretty desperate. likes to just hold your hands while you kiss but it’s more innocent. taki does this purely to stay close to you and keep you close to him. your noses brush all the time. kisses can go for as long as you wanted or at least before he’s tempted and stops before it goes any further. usually you kiss him on the cheek afterwards, and surprisingly this makes him more flustered than the actual kissing.

「 maki. 」

⤷ probably cups your face because he’s too scared to touch your waist. cautious but steady. his fingers thread into your hair and it’s like you get a little massage every time he kisses you. he can get a bit sloppy with his kisses but it’s just because he gets excited at your responses and overeagerly tries to elicit more from you. his heart flutters whenever he thinks of kissing you. it starts a fire behind his chest and he gets this really focused look in his eye. his eyebrows get all furrowed and it’s honestly the cutest thing because he looks like a confused puppy. all you gotta do is peck is lips though, because then it’s like ‘oh!!! that’s what i was looking for!!!’ cuties.

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[wenosgf]

&team reacting to their ex rating them (smau)

warnings > swearing, gay jokes, taemin mention, ellen degeneres mention (don’t ask), homie hopper! reader, sfw, implied sexual reference

a/n: ive seen a couple people do this for other groups and wanted to do it for my men! this is purely for comedic purposes

a/n: i’m getting so good at the disappearing act im sorry. here’s another silly little smau, i promise i have a couple actual fics in the drafts!

[dollsyu]

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[multirono]

thinking about…nonchalant boyfriend jo that genuinely lives to please you. like he is aware that as the woman...as his woman you are the prize and so he practically kisses the ground the walk on. asakura jo would rather die than let you experience life without having your way.

but it's not meant to be taken in vein. he sets the standard.

warnings: smut (mdni), i don't feel like listing everything out but if you've read any of my other works this is nothing too crazy at all!

wc: 2k-ish

guys i actually feel sick because i need him so bad and he will never be my man...this is so fucking awful LET'S ALL JUST DIE!

nonchalant!jo that has no idea just how good he is at taking care of you. but that’s because he doesn’t do it for validation, he’s just good at knowing what you need—sometimes before you need it.

nonchalant!jo will never truly understand that you’re just as obsessed with him as he is you, but since being with him makes you the happiest girl in the world he wouldn’t dare do anything to interfere.

early in your relationship he has to grow accustomed to what it means to be “needed” by someone that he would consider so "out of his league". but once he gets it he realizes there truly is no match better for him than you.

nonchalant!jo finds no satisfaction greater than making it happen. whatever “it” is and by any means. 

at the drop of a hat he’s carrying your things without even asking if you’d be fine doing it on your own. propping your legs up after a long day and asking you if you want to talk about it, ready to change the subject or be all ears depending on your response. greeting you at the most spontaneous times with tokens of apprecitation. not only because he knows you will give him the same look you always do before you're wrapping your arms around his neck in a tender embrace, but because he feels like it.

nonchalant!jo wants nothing more than to make you feel good, even if in the beginning of your relationship he has no real experience.

he spent hours recalling everything he'd been told by his friends who had been sexually active for years ahead of him, even attempting to watch porn he'd been unfamililar with. all of this to ensure that he'd be prepared to show you another way he was more than capable of taking care of you.

nonchalant!jo admits that he doesn’t know the first thing about foreplay when you finally begin to explore intimacy together. 

but despite his lack of experience he handles the situation with an abundance of poise. he apologizes more than you know humanly possible, offering you a firm kiss on the lips before he’s already taking your advice and trying again, easing his warm slender fingers back inside—slowly this time. his eyes, like magnets, are watching your every move. committing the visual of you contorting in pleasure to memory. 

jo doesn’t stop until he truly feels like he’s got you figured out. 

the tips of his fingers prune between your trembling thighs before he finally pulls away, cooing at your limp figure and offering you praise. your chest swells as he mutters a hushed “thank you” into the damp skin of your neck, retreating to the foot of the bed. he glides a warm cloth against your puffy cunt, careful to be gentle. then he grabs you anything he thinks you may need: water, a clean pair panties, and your shorts from their abandoned place on the floor. 

he lays behind you, aware that you can feel his brick-like intrusion nestled between your thighs. he knows you wouldn’t have minded going further, but it’s not important.

as long as you’re taken care of.

once nonchalant jo! knows the literal ins and outs of your body, he becomes a big problem. 

you’re sat atop his lap, your hands clasped behind his head as you shamelessly squirm.

“jo, please—d-don’t tease.” you whine, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. he shivers at the contact, hissing and tilting his head without breaking eye contact with you. your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth, you’re fighting the smirk off your lips as you watch goosebumps decorate his skin’s surface.

“i’m not teasing you…well not intentionally.” jo whispers, his hand at your hip delivering a firm squeeze before it falls, dragging down the side of your thigh until it rests lazily. 

“just tell me what you want, pretty girl.”

“you know exactly what i want.” you mumble, taking jo’s hand in your own and placing it on the front of your pants instead. 

without another word his fingers dip into your waistband, as if to silently reply.

the first press of jo’s thumb against your swollen clit has your back arched, forcing your chest towards his face. he wastes no time planting numerous open mouthed kisses to the exposed skin at the neckline of your top. his own flesh runs hot at the combined thud of your heartbeat beneath his lips and the throbbing of your clit against the pad of his thumb. this is all extremely addictive.

“fuck!” you pant, holding jo impossibily closer with your hand at the back of his head.

your heat is more than welcoming to the first two fingers jo thrusts inside. it only takes a few flicks of his wrist for your arousal to quickly pool in the palm of his hand. 

“you take my fingers so well baby, love seeing you like this.” jo mewls, pulling his head away to watch you fall apart.

when you notice the way he refuses to pull his eyes away from your body you whimper, ironically growing shy as a deep huff leaves your lips, your cunt brutality clenching around his fingers.

you're well aware that he's just as affected as you are, but he barely shows it and you're salvating at the fact.

with his free hand jo alternates between toying at your nipples until they grow hard and palming your tits. 

you pull the front of your tank top down messily until your top half is practically bare, hungry to be fondled properly. 

jo's pupils dilate, he's focused. his gaze follows your ministrations until you're exposed then he's leaning towards you again without breaking eye contact. his lips enclose around one of your nipples and the pit of your stomach is molten.

“nng! jo—baby i’m so close,” you whine, gasping as he repeatedly punches that familiar gummy spot inside. your eyes flutter, head lulling, suddenly too heavy to be held upright. you can’t help but dig your nails into jo’s shoulder for leverage. he hisses beneath you at the bite but you both know he all but minds.

“what are you waiting for?” jo quips, none of his motions between your legs falter.

“don’t wanna finish like this—shit!” you choke on your words when his teeth graze your nipple. your core begins to burn as you fight off your orgasm. 

“please—w-want you inside. need you inside.”

in a blink jo’s pulling his fingers out of you. his hand are already on his belt buckle so he ignores the way you whimper at the loss. freeing himself he messily pumps his cock, hissing at the lack of care that he’s handling his leaking flesh with. but that’s immediately of little importance as he watches you position yourself over him with no hesitation. 

he knows what you need.

his grip on your hip is firm as he forces his cock between your folds. you roll your hips until his blunt tip nudges your clit, shoulders shuddering and lips parting in a gasp.

jo stills your hips before pulling you down until your pelvis is flush against his. the sound that escapes your throat is pornographic and you undoubtedly start to tremble. 

“shit! ‘s such a tight squeeze.” jo pants, to himself rather than to you, although he doesn’t adjust the volume of his voice much. 

call it placebo, or maybe just the jo effect, but you think you can feel the tip of his dick in your chest. 

without too much time to adjust you feel jo’s hips thrusting upwards and you have to force yourself to let out a breath you had no idea you were holding. he alternates between languid strokes and grinding into you when he’s buried the deepest. 

your eyes are glossed over as you can barely hold your weight above your boyfriend each time his cock is completely sheathed inside. 

it annoyingly seemed effortless—the way jo repeatedly delivered you satisfaction beyond anything you could’ve managed on your own. 

he couldn’t give less of a fuck about his own pleasure, enthralled by the sight of you writhing around in his lap. proof that you're being taken care of the way he knows you desire. the way he knows you deserve. 

once your eyebrows furrow—the way he knows they do before you start babbling and creaming his cock—his hand that was just inside of you a short moment ago is on the familiar path between your thighs, determined to send you over the edge.

in minutes you’re an incoherent mess at the mouth.

“that's it baby, give it to me.” jo insists, never stilling his movements.

suddenly the calculated torque of his hips forces your body rigid. a singular high pitched moan leaves your lips and once you start cum you don’t know if you’ll stop.

your cunt absurdly strangles jo’s cock at the base, his grunts fall music to your ears as they ring—and he’s never met a better feeling. 

being so deep inside of you was heavenly, but he could’ve cum from just the visual of you so fucked out that your body could barely withstand the stimulation.

as your breathing returns to normal and you can bear the weight of your own limbs with some assistance, jo is quick to find your lips with his own, whispering a plethora of praise in between the two of you when you finally pull away.

the smirk on his face is sinful, and your chest immediately grows hot.

because he’s not laughing at you, or even teasing.

he’s genuinely pleased, but not because he’s still buried deep inside of your cunt, victim to the way your walls spasm as your orgasm culminates. he’s pleased because your cum is leaking out of you and into his lap. 

you’re content, so he is too. that’s why he’s smiling. 

the thought has you nauseatingly smitten. enough to make your head spin more than it already is. 

because this is the jo you know, the jo he’s always been. 

after all…to take care of you was to take care of himself.

yomi note: yay ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ you made it to the end! thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed.

also i miss writing for all of you so much :( UGH i have lots of unfinished fics and also finished drafts that just need to be edited. i've been having such a hard time getting thoughts out of my head and into coherant sentences that can be published lmao. but just know i'm not abandoning this account, it's harder to get rid of me than you think...

have a great weekend and hopefully you hear from me again soon <3