Well trained!
Jo can't seem to help himself. You teach him a little lesson.
wc: 1.6k <3
sub! jo x fem mean dom! reader, messy eater jo, light face slapping, orgasm denial, he cries. it's really cute.
seven twenty minutes in heaven, teasing, friends to fwb, semi-public sex, the whole thing. enjoy!
This all started because of a game of spin the bottle that left the both of you stranded in a closet together. A few giggles, an awkward hand placement and a joke later, he blurted out the heaviest thing on his mind. “We should have sex.”
“Are you out of your mind?”
Jo peers outside the blinds to check for people, frantic. “Lower your voice, please.” He’s flushed to the top of his head and his words mix while he tries to calm you down, but you push his hand away regardless. The party outside is quiet, too quiet. There’s a pair of footsteps that stop by the door, probably listening in, so you decide you should be whispering after all.
“Us? Fucking? Do you even– Where did this come from, sweetheart?” You fake a gasp, rocked to your core about his proposition. It’s not that you don’t know why he’s making it, it’s just… You want to hear him say how bad he wants you.
Jo looks out of place, squished against a couple of boxes. He’s dressed like he should be at home, maybe knitting or doing macramé or something simple like that. Not making puppy eyes at a pretty girl from his class and telling her–
“I even practiced for you. I can be so perfect. I’ll fuck you right.” He insists, dropping to his knees in front of you. He probably gets a lovely view of your skirt and the stockings criss-crossing your thighs, but the rush of warmth that creeps under your skin feels good. The attention is delicious and the risk is high, but the thought of getting Jo’s mouth on you already has you wet.
His hands are hovering above your thighs, hesitant in the way they tremble.
“And I’m sorry if I misread your intentions, but you drive me crazy. You’re always flirting with me. Calling me cute names, pulling at my tie, writing little hearts on the class notes I give you,” He sounds so sweet and desperate, almost whining as he lists all the ways you’ve been torturing him. Music to your ears.
You can’t help but smile. You didn’t think he’d be so forward with his little outburst, but you have to admit you’ve been having fun teasing him over the last few months. It’s a little mean, really, but he’s such an easy target. A little flash of cleavage here and there and now he’s at your feet, begging for pussy. This little bad habit of playing with your food has finally paid off. Jo won’t look away, voice soft and eyes misty. He’s hard in his slacks but he refuses to let it show, pulling his hoodie over the bulge. You’re flattered. It’s working.
“Then show me.”
He tilts his head, humming. “Show you what?”
“What you’ve been… Practicing.” You lift one side of your skirt with your pinkie, leaning back to invite Jo even closer. The fabric rises until your pretty pussy is on display, making him stutter.
“I knew you were gorgeous everywhere. I dreamed about this, you know.” He wastes no time burying himself between your legs, kissing up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
“Yeah?” You sigh, snaking a hand between the loose strands of his hair. You’re torn between telling him what to do and letting him go crazy, and honestly? You’ve been doing all the work so far. He can afford to work for it some more. His lips nip at your thighs, almost leaving marks.
“No biting, Jo.” You tug his head back, a solid warning. He takes it with a giddy smile and a bitten off moan.
“Sorry.” He gets back to work with a clumsy smile, lips grazing the skin above your clit to tease you a bit.
“This is just a trial, by the way.” You remember to throw the threat out there before you get too lost in the pressure of his mouth, determined to make him scramble even more.
“A trial?” He keeps his mouth flush against your skin while he speaks, sending sweet vibrations against your core.
“Mmmhm.” You hook a leg over his shoulder, heel digging into his back as encouragement. “A trial.”
He seems confused, mouth hanging open. He looks so stupid like this, but it only makes you wetter. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, baby. You’re not fucking me today. I Just want to see if you’re really worth it.” You coo, stroking his cheek. Jo leans into your hand, frowning as his mouth waters. You’re right there, wet cunt just inches from his tongue, holding him by the hair because he’s too eager.
“Okay. Anything, whatever you want.” He’s so pliant it makes you giddy, so you reward him by letting go. He’s on you in seconds, drooling over himself to eat you out. He keeps his eyes trained on you as his tongue flicks everywhere he can reach, jaw working overtime to make sure your clit never goes untouched.
You gasp and sink against his soft lips, head thudding on the wall behind you. “Oh fuuuck.”
Jo’s messy with it, moaning, humming, licking broad strokes over the dripping folds of your cunt and sucking your pussy clean after them. His chin is dripping with your slick in no time as he laps up into you like a starved man, eyes rolling shut with glee.
“That’s it, good job–!” You stop trying to speak, overwhelmed with the sheer strength of his tongue. You hate to admit it, but the way your thighs tremble are a dead giveaway: He’s good. He’s better than you had hoped, actually. He’s fucking his tongue inside you before you have time to react, completely lost in it.
He’s torn between reminding you to be quiet and wanting everyone to hear how good he’s making you feel, how sweet you sound when someone’s pleasing you– But he’s preoccupied with the way you clench around his tongue when his nose brushes your clit just right.
You’re so close it hurts, burning the edge between need and satisfaction, clinging onto anything you can find. The snickering outside the door becomes white noise as Jo slips his index inside you, long finger finding the lovely button that pushes you past your limit.
“M’gonna, you’re gonna make me come-!”
Jo stays glued there like he’s getting paid, moaning into you as you drench his entire face.
You just came but he needs to keeps going, needs to make you feel good, needs to feel your body shake thanks to him and his hard work. He needs it more than he needs to come, even, but he can’t resist rutting against your leg in the heat of the moment. You’re too gone to notice at first, reeling from the damage of your orgasm, but then he starts panting against you. You look down to feel him humping your shin, indiscreet and greedy.
“Are you- Are you getting off, Jo?” You glare at him to the best of your ability, voice tampering off into a moan when he sucks on your soaked clit even harder.
“Ah, feels too good, don't make me stop, y/n, please,” He cuts you off, unapologetic as every rub against your leg brings him closer. He gets sloppy, drooling all over you in hopes of distracting you from his humping.
“You silly thing.” You slap him, a harsh thing that shocks him off his rhythm. You push him back with the bottom of your heel pressed against his chest, disappointed.
“Did I say you could come?” Your thighs are sticky with your own release and his face isn’t looking any better, covered in you.
“But I-” He tries to keep at it, desperately reaching for his retreating orgasm. There are tears welling up in his eyes when he looks up at you again, shame prickling at the bottom of his throat. He’s so fucking cute.
“How are you gonna fuck me if you can’t ask me for permission? Hmm?” You don’t give him the luxury. You bend down to his level, depriving him of your leg, just to prove a point.
“I thought it was okay.” Jo blinks away the tears but they only fall faster, making his eyes shine all pretty. He bites his lip with remorse, tasting you on his tongue to stop himself from crying.
“You don’t have that privilege. Whatever I say goes. Got it? Now go.” You nod your head towards the door, and for a moment he thinks you’re joking.
Jo’s hands run up your waist, pleading. “Are you really gonna leave me like this?” He sniffles, absolutely crushed, the perfect picture of hopelessness between your legs. Your cunt twitches, because you’re a freak.
You smile, so aroused it makes you dizzy. Your hand grabs his face before he can react, gentle yet firm. “If you come right now you’re never going near this pussy ever again. Your choice, baby.”
Jo whines, fat tears rolling down his rosy cheeks. His ears are burning and his jaw aches, he’s so hard it hurts– But he’s a good boy. He won’t risk it. He nods, straining against your hand.
“I’m gonna go now. I’ll go. But please call me.”
You give him a stare that has him wobbling off his feet in seconds, quickly wiping his tears and covering his crotch. Jo looks at you, hopeful and hornier than ever, starry-eyed at the idea of seeing you again.
You wipe the tears off his cheeks and lick them off your thumb, unbothered. He shivers, looking like he’s about to start begging again.
You rattle the door handle to inform whoever is outside that you’re done, and you turn to him as you’re lowering your skirt.
“I’ll call you.”