a few hours earlier...

the venue buzzed with excitement. fans screaming, cameras flashing from every corner and staff running with boxes overflowed with all kind of gifts and props for the group. 

the members took turns trying things on, posing for the photos and joking around with the crowd. the atmosphere was light and playful, filled with the fans' constant laughter and comments whenever someone did something too cute or embarrassing. 

somehow in the middle of the chaos, jo found himself with a black tie wrapped loosely around his neck. the fans went crazy at the sight, cheering and clapping excitedly. he simply smiled and played along with them.

what he didn't notice was the mischievous look in yuma's face from the other side of the stage. 

the next thing he realized was that the boy had moved closer, now standing next to him. jo prepared himself to make a silly pose with him, probably a finger heart or a cute side hug. 

but he barely had time to turn over when yuma's fingers wrapped around the tie, followed by a sharp tug that pulled jo half step forward.

the reaction was immediate. fans went crazy, screaming so loudly that they startled some of the members who turned around to laugh at the sight. then the comments followed.

"poor jo! yuma's bullying him again!"

"he loves to be manhandled!"

"he's so obedient!"

he simply laughed with them, keeping eye contact with yuma, who smirked up at him while pulling him closer by the tie. anyone watching would had assumed he found the whole thing amusing. 

but yuma knew better.

behind his practiced smile, he could easily tell jo's patience was running thin. and being the little menace he was, he spent the rest of the event testing just how far he could push it.

–––

"so fucking slow." jo grits through his teeth as he impatiently reaches to jank yuma's shirt off him, leaving him only in his boxers. not only the anger but the desperation is clear in the way his fingers fidget with the fabric, and of course yuma has to laugh at that.

"already so eager, jojo?" his hand shamelessly moves to jo's crotch, palming his clear erection through his jeans. 

jo's breath gets caught for a moment, but he quickly grabs yuma's wrist hard enough to leave a bruise on his pake skin. "did i give you permission to touch me?" 

yuma pouts dramatically. "i normally don't need perm- ah!" his words are cut off by his boyfriend's tie suddenly getting wrapped around his neck. 

"you think you're so smart, hm? playing your stupid little game in front of everyone." jo tightens the tie's knot. not tight enough to choke him, but enough to make his neck arch back in an uncomfortable position.

yuma's adam's apple visibly moves up and down as he swallows hard, his voice coming out a bit strained. "i'm not playing..."

"oh i'm sure you are." jo spits his words and forcefully pushes yuma down to the floor. the blond lets out another small cry when his knees hit the cold wood. his head is janked up by the tie for a second time, forced to look right into jo's eyes. "you had your fun, uh? making everyone believe you're in charge here." he chuckles dryly. "idiots."

he lets go of the tie to unbuckle his belt and soon, his clothes are scattered somewhere on the floor. yuma's eyes perk up at the sight of jo's cock, standing hard against his abdomen and already leaking at the tip. out of habit, he stumbles over, so eager to satisfy his boyfriend.

jo laughs, one hand coming to tug at yuma's hair. "that's what you wanted all day? to suck my cock?" his fingers move down yuma's jaw until his thumb makes its way to his mouth. the boy parts his lips and willingly takes the finger inside, moaning lowly as he twirls his tongue around it. 

when jo pulls his finger out, yuma is breathless, cheeks flushed with arousal as he lets the taller boy smear his own saliva over them. "fine. you'll take it." 

he doesn't even give yuma a second to catch his breath, thrusting his cock inside his mouth in one rough motion. the older widens his eyes in surprise, hands coming up to grip jo's thighs as he adjusts to the thick lenght and jo's immediate fast pace. 

yuma's moans die in his throat when jo grabs a fistful of his hair and guides him deeper into his cock. he reflexively gags around it, eyes going teary as it hits the back of his throat. "that's it. you look so pretty like this, not talking back for once."

jo picks up the pace, already feeling close just by how warm and good yuma's mouth feels. he uses both hands to push the boy closer until his nose is buried deep in his skin. yuma's eyes roll back, feeling a bit dizzy by the lack of air, but loving just how sweet jo tastes in his mouth.

he only needs a few more thrusts to come hard down his throat, finally pulling out to let the last drops of his cum land on yuma's lips. 

yuma is gasping hard, lips swollen and drool dripping down his chin. just as he was about to spit out, jo's hand closes forcefully around his jaw. "swallow." 

the single word sends chills down his spine. he knew he couldn't refuse. not that he wanted to anyway. without breaking eye contact, he swallows jo's cum down in one go, licking it off his lips as well. the salty taste makes his eyes water as he opens his mouth again, tongue out to show jo that he had swallowed everything like a good boy. 

but instead of praising him, jo simply grabs him by the tie around his neck and guides him to the bed, where he lands with a loud thud. "look at that. made a mess of yourself just by taking me in your mouth. you love that, don't you?" jo's words are dark as he looks down at yuma's ruined underwear, which he quickly takes off.

yuma whined loudly as his erection finally flies free, but it gets worse when he realizes jo isn't giving him any attention. not a single kiss since they entered the room. "you won't kiss me?" the words come out raspy, with a pout on his lips.

at another time, jo would've folded and give in to anything yuma asked him for. right now, however, he only laughs at him. "you think you deserve that after how you acted today? you're only getting what i'm gonna give you." 

yuma shakes his head with a pitiful whimper, his lower lip quivering and brows furrowing. but again, it does nothing to jo's usual soft heart. "enough." he pushes yuma's thighs apart and give himself a few tugs before slamming inside him with no hesitation. 

"ah!" yuma nearly screams at the sudden assault. it doesn't hurt, but it burns so good due to the lack of preparation. jo also bites back a moan as he burrows himself deep, savouring every stretch of yuma's walls around his lenght. he leans forward, lips meeting his collarbone and sucking hard enough to leave a mark that he wishes the fans could see, just to learn who's actually in charge between them.

the boy beneath him can only moan and cry loudly when jo finally starts to move, setting a punishing pace from the start. jo's hips snap forward, fingers gripping his boyfriend's waist hard enough to make the skin red on the spot. 

yuma reaches down, wanting to touch himself in sync with jo's thrusts, but his hand is pushed away before he can even move it. "i said no touching, and that includes yourself. you get it? or do i need to tie you down?" 

jo's words sink heavily, bringing a fresh wave of tears to his eyes while his wrist gets trapped against the bed. he's been hard even before they entered the room, and the pent up pleasure is getting too much. "but– i want to come!" 

"not my problem." jo answered, unbothered by his tears and desperation. "you wanted to play, then let's play." he hooks his arms under his knees and effortlessly folds his legs up, deepening the angle of his thrusts. 

yuma feels the air being knocked out his lungs. the new position makes jo's cock his that sweet spot inside him in the most perfectly agonizing way. his back arches off the bed as he bites his lip hard to the point of hurting, the tears stinging his eyes finally rolling down his cheeks.

and jo can only smile proudly at the sight, never slowing down his brutal pace. he glances at his phone laying somewhere on the bed, and then back at the mess yuma is becoming under him. "should i take it?" he signs towards his phone with his head. yuma barely registrers what he's talking about. "snap some photos of you just taking it. i bet the fans would love that, uh? to see their "dominant" little kitty drowning on his boyfriend's cock." 

yuma sobs loudly at his words, the degradation getting the best of him. he brings his fingers to his mouth, nibbling on them like that childish act could stop the words jo wants him to say from coming out. 

jo wraps his hand around the tie on his neck and then presses down. yuma chokes on his tears as his air way gets restricted, his moans turning to desperate gasps while his hands fly to jo's arms instead. "you act so brave in public. but look at you now, moaning like a bitch in heat for me."

the sounds emerging from his throat are intoxicating, and they push jo to tighten his hand around it a little more. yuma's eyes roll back, black dots starting to form in front of his eyes. he knows jo is trying to push the words out of him, and he's so close to just giving in. 

"say it. you know you want it." he demands, his hips never stopping their movements. 

the pressure builds up, heat curling low on yuma's stomach. he can't think anymore, completely giving into submission. "please." the plea comes out small and raspy.

jo loosens his grip around his neck and slows his pace slightly, smirking. "what did you say? i didn't hear you."

yuma struggles to catch his breath even when his throat is released. "please..." he repeats, a little louder this time. "please, touch me. i'm- i'm sorry for acting up. just please..." 

jo's smile softens up just a bit. he fully releases his neck, hand moving to brush his hair back instead. then he leans down and kisses the tears away from his face. "there you are... was that so hard?" 

yuma just melts under him. "please..." he repeats all over again, crying out when jo starts picking up his pace again. his moans are loud, desperate as he looks at him through his tears. he's so close that it hurts. he just needs to- "fuck! jo- please..."

"i've got you, baby." jo's hand wraps tightly around his cock, while he fucks his prostate in short, aimed thrusts. with just a few twists of his wrist, yuma comes apart in his hold, his name coming out of his mouth in a pleading scream.

but he doesn't stop there. he rides out his boyfriend's orgasm until he chases his own. yuma is shaking in overstimulation when jo finally comes for the second time, deep and warm inside him. then he simply pulls out, and smiles at the sight of his cum dripping down his boyfriend's thighs. 

yuma can only lay quietly on the bed, completely knocked out and still crying quietly. he watches jo move across the room, casually cleaning himself up before moving back to him.

"baby?" yuma turns his head to the side, blinking the last tears away before focusing on him. jo reaches to brush his hair back, the gesture now soft and caring. "you okay? you're shaking."

yuma nods, not thrusting his voice to speak at the moment. he leans on jo's touch and let his eyes close when the boy finally presses his lips against his. the kiss is slow and careful, like a reward for enduring their rough session. "you did so well, baby. such a good boy for me."

the praise finally makes yuma relax, his eyes shining with love towards jo. he smiles back at him, leaning against the soft caresses on his hair. "i'll run you a bath, okay?" 

he nods again, letting out a shaky breath when jo leaves a warm kiss on his forehead, followed by the sweetest "i love you" against his lips.

"i love you too." he finally manages to whisper back, voice hoarse but sincere. 

a wide smile spreads across jo's face. he stays there for a moment, resting his forehead against yuma's until he's sure the boy has stopped trembling. then he slowly pulls away. "stay right here. i'll be back in a minute." 

yuma nods, eyes dropping in exhaustion. "love you..." he repeats lowly as jo dissappears into the bathroom.

the sun shone bright enough to warm up the soft breeze and accentuate the smell of fresh grass in the park. families and groups of teenagers were gathered under the trees, celebrating birthdays or simply enjoying the beautiful afternoon, while kids played in the swings and slides.

everyone seemed to be enjoying their weekend on their own way. everyone but you. you were two more cries away from starting crying with the baby.

you had already checked everything. diaper, bottle, nap... nothing seemed to work. not even the toys his mom had assured you always worked perfectly to calm him down.

adjusting the diaper bag on your shoulder, you continued pacing through the park as you bounced the kid up and down, hoping that he would eventually get distracted by a flying butterfly or some kid running by.

"your mom told me you were easy to handle, you know..." you sighed deeply. the simple gesture seemed to infuriate the tiny human even more. he started kicking his legs, trying to get free from your grasp in between his hysterical sobbing.

"hey, now you're choosing violence!?" you found yourself struggling to keep him in place in your arms. since when were one year olds so strong?

the baby gave up after fighting you for a few seconds, burying his face against your shoulder and wailing dramatically. another exhausted sigh left your lips. "how you don't get tired?" you were actually starting to worry about his lungs' health. and the possibility of getting banned from the park at this point. some people were making faces in your direction, as if you had willingly chosen to spend your saturday getting publicly bullied by a toddler.

having tried all the options to calm him down, you finally reached for the last weapon. you pulled out his pacifier from the bag, holding it in the air in hope it would somehow hypnotize him.

"look. you like this, don't you?" you shook your hand softly, making the beads attached to the pacifier chain clink. the sound seemed to catch his attention. a hopeful feeling finally bloomed in your chest.

the baby's little fingers reached for the pacifier. you smiled. it's over, you thought to yourself as he took it to his mouth. "thank god..." you closed your eyes in relief when the silence finally enveloped you.

he sucked on the pacifier for exactly three seconds, before suddenly throwing it away with an immense force that had it bouncing and rolling several meters away in the grass.

you could only stare in pure shock when it finally landed with a soft thud in front of a bench. the baby immediately started crying again, louder than before if that was possible.

"i swear to god, i'm not babysitting ever again."

you prepared yourself for the next mission the universe had for you that day: picking the pacifier up without dropping the baby, the diaper bag or your own self in the process.

but before you could even kneel down, a long hand extended towards it. your eyes followed the arm up to the man who was casually holding it between two fingers. then he sat his book on the side to take his water bottle instead. you had to physically force your mouth to remain closed as you watched him casually use some of his water to clean the pacifier.

"here." the man held it out to you with a small, kind smile. you froze in place before taking it. because god. oh god.

you were not prepared to face the most beautiful man you had probably seen in your life. not while you were in the middle of a baby crisis, covered in drool, dirt and who knows what other substances.

his features were sharp, you noticed that in the defined line of his jaw and eyebrows. but his dark hair falling on his forehead and the way his eyes sparkled behind his glasses were enough to make him look like a literal angel. his pale skin looked so soft that it made it possible for you to get a glimpse of redness forming behind his ears.

"thank you." you managed to whisper.

"you're welcome." the man nodded politely. putting his bottle back on the bench, he glanced at the baby in your arms, who was once again rejecting the pacifier while tears streamed down his little face.

"for god's sake..." you groaned loudly, forgetting for a moment that this handsome man was sitting in front of you. "uh, can i sit down?"

"of course." he moved his book to the side to give you space on the bench. "is he your son?"

"hell, no." your face heated up when you realized how aggressive you sounded. "i mean... he's my best friend's baby. she's busy this weekend so i'm babysitting." you laughed nervously.

the stranger stared at you, brows slightly frowned. amazing. you were making such an amazing first impression. but then he laughed, the sound deep and low enough to make your stomach flip. "i thought he was yours. he's really cute."

"oh, no, no... no babies for me for now." wait. was he implying that you were cute!?

"i'm jo, by the way." you looked up at him again. at that damn smile that made his eyes wrinkle in the most beautiful way and your heart feel like it was going to explode inside your chest.

you introduced yourself and he repeated your name slowly, like he was testing how it sounded in his tongue. unfortunately for you, it sounded better than anything you had ever heard. "that's a pretty name."

"oh." out of all the answers your brain could have thought of, you only managed to let out that small oh. jo's grin widened enough to let you know he found your reaction adorable.

"you're welcome." he said after your reaction. was he teasing you now!? and why was it actually working? could you possibly embarrass yourself more? "oh, hello little one."

jo's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. "who are you-" your voice died in your throat as you looked down at your now empty lap.

the baby was gone.

the baby was climbing his lap instead.

during the ten seconds you were having a complete internal crisis over jo's presence, the little guy managed to shift positions without you even noticing. you were so lost on his smile that you didn't even hear how quiet everything had suddenly gone.

what wasn't quiet was your heartbeat ringing in your ears. it was loud and fast. how could it not be? with the cutest scene known in history happening right in front of you?

the baby had settled down comfortably on jo's lap, tiny fingers grabbing a fistful of his shirt to steady himself. you let out a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. "there's no way he just did... that."

jo looked down at the infant with a warm smile, hands embracing him securely against his chest. the baby looked up at him, red teary eyes staring at his face in awe and, to your surprise, silence. he had literally gone silent, after hours of screaming and sobbing, in the arms of a literal stranger. "i think i've been chosen."

"oh he's a little traitor..." you shook your head in disbelief. jo casually wiped the tears stains from the baby's face, making him let out a small happy giggle and making your heart do another little flip. despite how tall and strong he looked even while sitting down, his touch was so soft and careful with the baby.

"do you have his pacifier?" you nodded and handed it to him. he shook it gently in front of the baby, just like you had done earlier before it was sent flying across the whole park. this time, the baby willingly opened his mouth, accepting the pacifier from jo's hand with a contented expression.

"you have to be kidding me!" you gasped in offense. at this point you didn't know if you were getting offended by the baby's betrayal or by how damn good jo looked with him. it was so... natural that it was driving you crazy. "have you handled babies before?"

"no." he chuckled, the baby's eyes now starting to drop thanks to the pacifier, the gentle bounce of jo's leg and how warm his chest probably felt. you were kinda jealous of the baby's position, you couldn't lie. "this is the first one i ever hold."

"it's so unfair." you crossed your arms, almost pouting like you were the little kid in the scene now.

"what's unfair?" jo raised an eyebrow at you while patting the baby's back to sleep.

"the fact that i've been bullied by a toddler for one hour straight and now he casually fell asleep on the lap of a man who looks like a literal disney prince?"

jo's hand stopped its movements. his head snapped up so fast he had to readjust his glasses. "like a what?"

"a disney pri-" your eyes widened. they widened so much you thought they would fall out of their place. your cheeks had never gotten as red as they did in that moment.

his lips switched. he was clearly trying not to smile, but he was failing. even the pink in his ears had gotten stronger. at least you weren't the only one getting affected...

"you know," he started after some seconds, voice low and a little less confident than before. "i don't usually believe in love at first sight, but i'm willing to make an exception for you."

you froze. your brain stopped working immediately. even your lungs forgot how to breathe properly. "oh..." and there you were again, with your brilliant response.

jo broke the silence with a nervous laugh. he looked down at his lap and scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, which let you see that his skin there was also getting red. "i thought that sounded cooler in my mind."

"oh my god." you muttered, covering your flushed cheeks with your hands. "you didn't just say that... you couldn't- oh god..." you weren't able to form a coherent thought at the moment.

he laughed, the sound shaky and strained with embarrassment. "did it work at least?" he hopefully looked up.

you peeked at him through your fingers and he was red all over, biting his lip nervously. could he possibly get more adorable? you didn't think that was possible. you nodded a bit, letting out a small giggle of amusement. "yeah. better than my disney prince comment."

relief flashed quickly over his face, followed by a loud laugh at your comment. "it wasn’t that bad, come on." then he looked down with a small frown. "oh..."

you followed his gaze and your eyes widened for a second time. the baby, now deeply asleep on his chest, had started drooling over him. over his shirt which didn't look particularly cheap. "oh no... oh god, i'm so sorry!"

you quickly moved your hands to the wet patch on the fabric. but you couldn't even reach it because he caught your wrists on his hand, grip gentle but firm. "you're gonna wake him up." he lowered his voice.

"but the shirt-"

"it's fine. it's just a shirt." he assured you with that kind smile you still couldn't get used to even after twenty minutes. "he's sleeping. don't stress him." his hand started caressing the baby's back again when he shifted a bit on his sleep, easily making him relax again.

you bit your lip and nodded. he was right. it was better to let him sleep after all the crying he had. you tried to move back, but he was still gripping your wrists without noticing. your breath caught. his hand felt warm against your skin, fingers long enough to make your wrists look small in comparasion.

he finally let out a breathy sound when he realized what he was doing. he released your hands so fast like they had suddenly burnt him. "i'm sorry." he cleared his throat, looking away.

you smiled as nervously as him, swallowing a breath you didn't know you were holding. "it's fine." but your skin felt cold now that his hands weren't around it, and you surely didn't like that.

the next thing you knew is he was moving the baby from his lap, carefully putting him back in your arms. "he should get back to his babysitter."

you accepted the sleeping boy happily, holding him against you like the precious little thing he was. "thank you..." for some seconds you simply stared at each other, and there was something in his eyes that made you blush hard. it felt like he was admiring you instead of just looking. like he liked the sight of you holding the baby more that he would admit out loud. you cleared your throat this time. "um... i should probably go, before he wakes up again."

"oh..." the disappointment was clear in his voice, but he quickly smiled it off. "of course, you're right."

but for some reason, you couldn't move. he seemed to be having the exact same problem as you. you saw his fingers tapping against his book, probably debating his next words. you were faster than him this time.

"can i get your number?" you tried really hard to ignore the warmth spreading in your face.

he blinked a few times and then nodded in silence. he took his phone out and you did the same. his fingers brushed slightly against yours when you exchanged the devices. you don't know if you imagined it, but you even saw his hands trembling a bit while he typed his number on your screen. this man was going to give you a heart attack, for sure.

when you finally stood up from the bench, baby sleeping peacefully in your arms and diaper bag back on your shoulder, you found yourself smiling. and he was smiling just as brightly as you. "well..."

you didn't finish your words before he was standing up as well, hands casually coming to adjust the bag hanging off your shoulder. "i'll text you." he muttered near your ear, knocking off any little air supply you had left in your lungs.

you looked up at him. actually looked up, because just like you had guessed, he was as tall as the trees around you. "yeah. me too."

"yeah." he repeated. taking a step back, he nodded slightly in your direction. "be careful on your way home."

"i will." you nodded back.

when you finally turned to leave, you gently waved the baby's hand as a "goodbye" sign. he giggled under his breath as he returned the wave and muttered a small "bye", then sitting back on the bench.

with one last glance over your shoulder, you finally started walking away. the baby was now calm and peaceful, but you felt like your legs would give up before you could even reach the park exit.

once you finally made it to the street, your phone buzzed in your pocket. you carefully adjusted the baby in your arm before taking the phone out with the other.

you opened the notification. a new message. in fact, a photo.

confused, you pressed download. the image of one of the baby's toys popped up in your screen, followed by another text: "i think your little traitor left this behind."

you froze so hard you instantly stopped walking.

but it wasn't the lost toy what made you stop.

it was the way he had saved his contact on your phone.

"your disney prince :)"

you stared at it to make sure you weren't hallucinating. then a small smile cracked through your lips, followed by a laugh that made the baby whine in his sleep before you turned your voice down again.

you suddenly felt like a teenager in love, giggling and bouncing on your feet over a simple contact name. "guess we'll have to meet again sooner than expected..." you texted back.

"seems like it."

his response was immediate, and you could almost imagine his smile while typing it. with a big sigh you put your phone back in your pocket and resumed your walk back home, trying to reduce the number of heartbeats per minute you were feeling in your chest.