#asakura jo

you try your best not to look visibly flustered. three years in, and he still makes butterflies erupt in your stomach with just a few words. “thanks, baby. help me choose my necklace?”

“sure. turn around for me.”

from the upward curve of his lips and the glint in his eyes, you should’ve seen it coming—but still, he manages to take you by surprise as you turn around to face him and are instantly met with his lips to yours.

“yudai!” you say, trying to sound chiding only laughing. “i spent so long on my lip combo,” you whine, turning back around to check your makeup in the mirror. you’re good to do your lips all over. 

“sorry, baby.” he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “you just looked too good, couldn’t help myself. here,” he says, reaching with a thumb, presumably to wipe your smudged lipstick—only to press his lips to yours once more.

fuma

you’re finishing up your makeup in front of the bathroom mirror when your boyfriend walks in. he seems only to be here to fetch something—but when he sees you, he changes his plans, coming up stand behind you instead, hands firm on your hips as he starts to press kisses to the side of your neck. you sigh, half letting yourself melt into his touch, half aware you have plans you’re going to be late for if you let him have his way.

“what did i do to deserve you, hm? i must’ve saved the country in a past life,” he hums against your skin. 

“don’t distract me, fuma. i need to do my lip combo.”

“hm? i’m not doing anything,” he says, pressing himself closer to you, arms coming to wrap around your waist.

you swear you feel something hard against your lower back. “fuma,” you say, your tone a warning—as much for him as for you.

“what can i do when my baby looks this good?”

“you can keep it in your pants,” you bite back, making him laugh.

you manage to ignore him until you’ve applied your lip gloss. you pop your lips, proud of your work, then turn around. “okay, i’m ready to—” you’re cut off by your boyfriend’s mouth on yours.

you’re just a girl—when fuma’s lips move against yours like this, so messy and desperate like he couldn’t wait a second longer, your lower back pressed against the sink, you can’t help but kiss him back.

“we’re gonna be late,” you mutter weakly.

“they can wait,” he says, pulling you into another kiss.

nicholas

“all this? for a girl’s night?” your boyfriend asks, sitting up on your shared bed.

“yes, nicho, all this.” you ignore his pouting—you’ve had this conversation countless times already.

putting his phone down on the pillow next to him with more force than needed, he crawls over to you, sitting at the edge of the bed and staring at your reflection in the mirror. “what do you need to look so good for?”

“it makes me feel confident. we’ve been over this.”

“you’d make a trash bag look sexy, baby.”

you sigh, picking up your lipstick. “that’s nice of you to say, angel. but i’m not wearing a trash bag to the club.”

with a discontented sigh, he gets up from the bed and wraps his arm around your neck from behind your, letting his forehead rest on your shoulder. that’s nicholas for you—always needy when it’s least convenient for you. “careful, baby,” you say gently. “i’m doing my lipstick.”

“i hate knowing other guys are going to see you like this.”

“who cares about other guys when it’s you i’m coming home to,” you say, probably word for word from the last time you went out without him. you’re coming off annoyed, but really, you love seeing him like this.

“i’m gonna miss you tonight,” he says, kissing your bare shoulder. it makes you shiver—he smirks at you in the mirror, fully aware of what he’s doing.

“i thought euijoo was coming over?” you ask, trying to keep your tone steady as your boyfriend kisses up your neck.

he hums. “still gonna miss you.”

then, without warning, he presses his lips to yours. “nicho!” you exclaim, leaning back. his grin is wicked as you check your reflection. “i’m gonna have to do my lip combo all over again.”

“fix it, baby. i’ll mess it up again.”

euijoo

you’re leaning toward the mirror, lips parted in concentration as you finish your makeup. euijoo has been watching from the doorway for a small while, arms crossed over his chest, a small, adoring smile on his lips. “you almost ready to go, baby?” he asks softly.

you nod. “yeah, just a minute.” you’re meeting his parents for the first time tonight at a fancy restaurant, and you want to make the best first impression possible. you’ve put it in your mind that your makeup needs to be perfect to do that. “do i look okay?” you ask, smoothing out your dress anxiously.

in a few steps, euijoo has crossed the distance between you, and plants himself behind you, one hand on your waist, the other brushing your hair behind your shoulder. he leans down to press a kiss to the crook of your neck. “you look gorgeous, as always. what are you so nervous about? i’ve only told them great things about you, they’ll love you.”

“i know, i just—i want them to think i’m worthy of you.”

he laughs light-heartedly. “worthy? baby, by the end of the evening they’ll probably wonder how i got you to date me.”

you pout, slowly letting yourself be soothed by your boyfriend’s words and gentle demeanor. “you really think?”

“of course. what can i do to ease your nerves?”

you recognize that tone—he wants something he won’t outright ask you for. but even if he doesn’t care, you won’t be late for your dinner plans. so instead of letting yourself melt into his touch, you offer your cheek to him. it’ll have to do for now.

euijoo smiles, pressing his soft lips to your cheek, and the simple touch has you relaxing already. but he presses another one, and another, progressively getting closer to your mouth—”not my lips, baby. i don’t want to mess up my lipstick.”

his lips find the corner of yours, and when he leans back, a little lip gloss shines on the corner of his lips. you shake your head, lightly admonishing him as you wipe the makeup up with your thumb. “juju…” 

he only gazes down fondly at you. “you’re perfect,” he muses.

yuma

after months of being with yuma, you should know that whatever you tell him not to do, he’ll take as a challenge to do. really, it’s your fault for telling him not to distract you while you’re doing your makeup, and not to kiss you after you’ve applied your lipstick. you even give him a minute to get it all out of his system—but it only does the opposite. after the kiss, he’s even needier, clingy as he wraps his arms around your waist tightly, burying his face in your hair.

“don’t go,” he mumbles.

“it’s for work, baby, i don’t have a choice.”

“i can’t just kiss you for a minute,” he whines. “it’s not nearly enough.”

“you’ll have all the time you need when i come back, okay?”

he frowns at you in the mirror—changing his strategy from whiny to upset? in any case, it doesn’t work. you ignore his glare as you apply your lipgloss. he plants kisses along your neck, your jawline, but every time he tries to get near your lips, you lean away.

he huffs. “what’s the point of having lips so pretty if your boyfriend can’t even kiss them?”

“the one time i ask you not to kiss me, i swear,” you mumble. “you’re not going to die.”

he rests his hand on his heart, fakes a pained expression. “i just might.”

you push him away with your hip, tell him to leave you alone—you’re surprised when he actually does. he’s waiting for you in the hallway when you’re done. you think that maybe he’s matured when he helps you slip on the shoes he picked out for you, and are about to thank him when he stands and, before you can react, traps your lips in a kiss. not even just a peck that won’t do too much damage—a full-on mess of a kiss, tongue and all, his hands firm on your hips so you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.

when he leans back, his grin is wickedly smug. “uh-oh, baby. i think you’re gonna have to redo your lipstick.”

jo

if you explicitly tell him not to, your perfect baby never messes up your makeup. he saw how long it took you to get your lip combo perfect before the party, so when you tell him, “no kisses, tonight,” he follows that rule to a tee.

it doesn’t mean he’s not desperate to kiss you, though. as you get ready together, he has to content himself with pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead, and stops himself from pouting when you can’t reciprocate. during the party, his eyes keep drifting to the lipstick staining the rim of your cup, and he’s always ready to wipe a smudge if you mess up your makeup while eating. he has the self-restraint of a saint when you use him instead of a mirror to reapply your lipgloss, dumbly nodding when you ask him whether it looks okay.

after the party, as you’re waiting outside for your uber, his jacket around your shoulders, he briefly wonders whether he should wait until you get home, then decides against it. you look so cute, slightly swaying on your feet from the wine you drank, a contented smile on your face, your hand warm in his. “can i kiss you, y/n?” he asks softly. you nod happily.

the feeling of his lips on yours is such a relief after waiting all night for it. by the time your uber arrives, he’s wearing as much lipstick as you are.

harua

“okay, baby, i’m off,” you call from the hallway, slipping on your shoes.

from his position on the couch, harua perks up. “aren’t you forgetting something?”

you look inside your purse. keys, phone, wallet. “nope, i’m all good.”

he frowns, then makes his way to you. arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, he says, “you sure about that?”

your features relax into a smile. “baby, i’m sorry, i can’t kiss you. i spent too long on this lip combo to mess it up.”

your boyfriend is unimpressed. he glares at you without a word.

you walk up to him, ruffle his hair. “i’ll give you all the kisses you want when i get home, okay?”

clearly, this isn’t good enough an offer. too quickly for you to react, he leans in, presses his lips to yours firmly. then, with a huff, he walks back to the couch. you check your lips in your front camera—the damage’s been done.

“haru!”

when you look at him, there’s a small smirk playing on his lips. you’d be mad at him if he wasn’t so adorable. “have fun, angel,” he says, plopping some chips inside his mouth.

taki

the entire time you’ve been getting ready, your boyfriend has been gazing longingly at you like a lovesick puppy. it’d be distracting if you weren’t so used to it—rare are the moments you spend together when at least his hands or his eyes aren’t on you. from when you chose your outfit to now, as you’re sitting at your vanity, lips parted as you apply your liner, he’s been laying on your shared bed, staring at you like you hung the stars in the night sky.

he’s been quiet this entire time, so when he starts making his way to you, telling you how pretty you look, you know he’s up to no good. before he’s even touched you, you warn, “taki, don’t. the tutor is so strict, i can’t be late for this class.”

“who said anything about making you late?” he asks, a playful smirk on his lips as his hands find your shoulders, your hair. he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “i just wanted to admire you from up close.”

“you can do that without bothering me.”

he looks at you like a wounded puppy. you roll your eyes—you know taki isn’t really offended, he just likes to pretend he is so you’ll baby him. “fine. one kiss, okay? just one. and on my cheek.”

you shouldn’t have been so trusting. your boyfriend holds your head steady as he plants his kiss to your cheek, but of course, he doesn’t stop there. as you try to squirm away from him, he peppers kisses everywhere he can reach, your chin, your nose, your forehead, and, eventually, your lips. 

he grins proudly, admiring his work in the mirror—the lip gloss on his lips, the smudges around yours. “thanks a lot, taki,” you mumble.

“the pleasure is all mine, babe.”

maki

you’re sat on your boyfriend’s lap in front of your vanity as you apply the final traces of lipstick for you lip combo. you’re both staring at your reflection in the mirror, you in concentration, him in quiet, lovesick adoration. you’re apart for one evening and he’s acting like it’s the end of the world. his big arms feel warm and reassuring around your body, his chin a welcome weight on your shoulder, but if you told him how much harder he’s making it to go out without him, he’d find a million reasons for you to stay in. however, you can’t bail on bottomless brunch with your girls.

“i get that girlhood is important and all, but surely us boyfriends could tag along once in a while?” he mumbles, pouting against your shoulder.

you smile. “we can’t gossip about you guys if you’re here.”

he gasps dramatically. “you gossip about me? what do you say?”

you ignore him as you lean forward, admiring your work. satisfied with yourself, you shift on maki’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “how do i look?”

his features soften into a fond smile. “perfect, baby.”

when he leans in for a kiss, you tut at him. “nuh-uh. i’m not letting you mess up my lip combo.”

he raises an eyebrow. “oh?”

suddenly, his hold on you tightens—you try to squirm out of his arms, but he’s too strong for you. “no! maki!” you exclaim, giggling. 

he peppers kisses all over your lips, and by the time he’s done, there’s more lipstick on his lips than on yours. you sigh as you check your makeup in the mirror. “great, i have to do it all over again now.”

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...

⏾⋆.˚ Kei

Needy and dominant

Truthfully, he gives me the impression that he doesn't kiss often. Like in public his girlfriend is just a close friend and people can't quite distinguish if you two are dating or not. However, once it's just the two of you, he gets rather handsy as his strong hands hold your waist pressed against his or tangle in your hair, kissing you with confident urgency. He's the type to lowly groan when he leans down to meet your height and feel just how much you've been patient for his affection as you kiss him just as eagerly. Kei's kisses are intense and full of want. He enjoys savoring these moments where he can give you his full attention and for those brief periods of time, his entire focus is just the way you feel against him and the only thing on his mind is to bring you upstairs to hold you closer.

"Wrap your arms around my neck."

⏾⋆.˚ Fuma

Gentle and tender

I feel like he'd be super precise with the way he kisses. Fuma is also the type to make it unintentionally obvious that he wants to kiss you as you ramble about your current topic of interest or just about your day and his gaze is just locked on your lips. He mindlessly nods his head and agrees with whatever you say until you call him out on not paying attention to your story. Fuma's eyes finally meets yours as he breaks out in a smile and leans in closer to you. His large hand gently holds the back of head before his lips softly meet yours. It's slow and so certain- like he just had to interrupt to do that. He pulls away with a delighted smile and a small tilt of his head.

"Sorry, pretty. Go on."

⏾⋆.˚ Nicholas

Playful and mischievous

Oh this boy is such a tease. He knows you want him to kiss you, but he makes you say it directly to him. Nico will then proceed to kiss you everywhere except your lips. His lips will be on your wrist, forehead, cheek, neck, behind your ear- all while his hands are sneaking past your lower back. He's satisfied with his antics when he hears a frustrated huff escape from you, he'll finally kiss you properly. His lips crash against yours like a happy puppy returning to its owner. He further teases you by pulling away to analyze your flushed face before diving back in. He's superrr bitey and tugs at your lip with his teeth leaving you breathless.

"Still want more, princess?"

⏾⋆.˚ Euijoo

Soft and affectionate

This girl. He would be super shy while both of his hands cradle your face like porcelain as he tilts his head ever so slightly to perfectly fit his face against yours. All of Euijoo's actions in these intimate moments are featherlight and delicate. When he pulls away leaving trailing pecks along your cheekbone, whispering softly about how pretty you are, his hands stay respectful either at your waist or holding your face unless he is given permission to venture further. A pretty pink hue decorates his round cheeks as he gets more bolder with his grasps all while still sweetly melting into the warmth against your lips.

"Was... was that okay?"

⏾⋆.˚ Yuma

Firm and possessive

Yuma's kisses are forceful and full of uncontrollable passion. He pours all of his emotions and feelings into his kisses- not leaving anything half measured. There's no hesitation behind each kiss. His firm hands hold your waist tight while his mouth moves with purpose and desire against yours. Despite all of the assertiveness and itnesity, there is a certain touch of sweetness in Yuma's kisses as he commits to leaving you both dizzy from shared breaths until all you can think of is each other, even if it means being late to some events...

"Can't wait when it's with you."

⏾⋆.˚ Jo

Shy and clumsy

Jo's kisses are a mix of awkwardness and sweetness. He gets flustered easily and he tends to fumble a little bit before he actually relaxes into the kiss and finds his hands comfortably resting on your waist only after you guided him there. Jo's breath hitches frequently after you boldly slip your tongue into his mouth. He's doing his best to keep up but he's just so so shy :( He slowly starts to gain more confidence and those uncertain kisses gradually grow more steadier as he begins to nip at your bottom lip the same way you did to him. His clumsy hands eventually wander down past your waist to press himself against you even more, demonstrating just how much of an effect you had on him.

"Perfect... You're perfect."

⏾⋆.˚ Harua

Delicate and sweet

He certainly prefers to pepper kisses all of your face before actually reaching your lips! His kisses are so affectionate and light and just so him. Harua pulls back often to smile at you or to brush stray hairs away from your face before catching your lips again in a more deeper kiss. He always builds it into something more intimate as his hand falls from holding your jaw to now sneaking underneath your top to stroke your ribs with his thumb. If you pull back too soon, he will immediately chase yours lips with a soft hum and a smile.

"Where do you think you're going?"

⏾⋆.˚ Taki

Sloppy and playful

Taki's defo the type to say 'thank you' after your first kiss. Poor boy was waiting so patiently for you to kiss him first that he made himself look even more dorky. Now, he initiates most of the kisses between the two of you because he's just so eager and desperate. There's often giggles exchanged between you two while you make out when it's not too heavy because he accidentally clashes his teeth against yours and his tongue is just a little too domineering. It doesn't take long for him to suddenly switch and whine like a pained pup because you called him 'cute' and he just wants you to take him seriously. You can't help it though! Taki's just so adorable as he tries to prove himself through his kisses.

"Baby, don't laugh..."

⏾⋆.˚ Maki

Loving and energetic

Maki is so full of energy and that undeniably bleeds into the way he shows his affection. His kisses are filled with adoration and warmth. The thing is Maki just loves affection. It's primarily about the connection for him. One hand will be gently tilting your face upwards while mumbling praises like 'you're so cute' + 'you make so happy' between each kiss and another hand is rested on your lower back, slipping down a little to grab a handful of you. This boy loves playfully nibbling at your lip or teasingly pulling away just to make you chase his lips.

"So eager, aren't you?"