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
