tags/warnings: just fluff, bf!teamies, slightly suggestive at yuma and harua
wc: about 150-200 each member
# K
definitely loves to hug you from behind. he will burrow his face in your hair and wrap his arms around your waist, his chest firmly pressed against your back. will probably talk to you about his day in that position, his voice soft and low against your ear slowly making you sleepy. i feel like he moves a lot during the night tho, so it's not surprising to find him in a messy position in the morning; half of his body hanging off the bed, blanket all tangled up around him and hair sticking in all directions. just the cutest sight ever.
he likes to cuddle and kiss a lot in the morning before getting off the bed. if he wakes up earlier than you, he will end up accidentally waking you up from kissing your face too much.
# Fuma
wears the cutest pokemon pjm sets and buys one for you too so you can match with him. he will sleep on his back, one arm holding you on his side and against his chest (just imagine those strong muscles around you, oh godπ΅) still, he feels warm and soft. you will feel so safe in his arms fr.
wakes up early in the morning, like REALLY early. he makes sure to tuck you in under the blanket and leave a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room to go do some chores. will come back hours later and take you into his arms, softly caressing your hair until you wake up naturally. he will greet you with the softest "good morning" and a very sweet kiss.
# Nicholas
clingy asf. he sleeps shirtless, so he will use you as a warmth source. the moment you get in bed, his leg is throw over you, arms around your waist like a big teddy bear. he likes to nuzzle his face on your shoulder and leave little kisses on the skin there. also loves to receive love from you; soft caresses on his arm or small forehead kisses will help him relax and fall asleep faster <3
WON'T wake up in the morning. likes to sleep until late. it's usual for you to find him all curlep up against you, lips slightly parted as he breathes out softly. if you try to wake him up, he will only hold you closer until he decides it's time to start the day.
plus: i think he also likes to be the little spoon, especially when he's too tired or stressed. will even let you play with his hair if he really needs the comfort :(
# Euijoo
i feel like he's not really into cuddling a lot for some reason.. still, he won't deny you if you really want to hug him. he will wrap his arms around you, his grip very gentle, and rub your back to help you get sleepy. also loves to hold your hand, leave kisses on it and nuzzle his nose against your knuckles. i can see him humming some song into your ear just because he knows his voice will help you relax.
sometimes he wakes up before you. when he does, he likes to run his fingers through your hair and just watch you sleep, because he thinks you look so pretty and cute like that. he will be sooo careful with his movements tho in order not to wake you up. the first thing you will see when you finally open your eyes is his pretty perfect smile and slightly blushed cheeks. he's just the biggest sweetheart i swear.
# Yuma
you will be envolved in his arms as soon as you get in bed with him. i swear, that man WON'T let go of you. he's just so cat lol. he's another one who sleeps shirtless so you'll basically be squished against his chest. he can be a little freaky devil so he might slide his hand under your shirt and purposely make you shiver when caressing your skin with his fingertips. i feel like he will also slide his hand under your panties saying "it's just too warm" LOL.
will throw a tantrum if you try to wake him up, turning around and hiding under the blankets like a little kid. he will pout and try to give you the puppy eyes just so you stay with him a little bit more. and ofc you'll find yourself falling for it, who wouldn't?
# Jo
oh he's so lovely and soft. he likes to have your head on his chest as you two watch a movie on his laptop before sleeping. when he notices you've fallen asleep, he will carefully craddle you in his arms and put the blanket around you. he will wrap his arm around your shoulders, hide his face on your hair and just breathe in your scent. he will give you so many kisses while you sleep, since he won't feel as shy as when you're awake.
mornings with him are so quiet. he always whispers "morning..." (with that slightly raspy, deep voice), before kissing your cheek and bringing you in for a hug and some cuddles. he stays in bed for a while, silently scrolling on his phone while playing with your hair with his other hand. if you fall asleep again, sometimes he will join too. he just loves feeling you close.
# Taki
so clingy in a playful way. he will trap you in his arms and shower your face and neck with kisses, all while giggling like crazy. once he starts feeling sleepy tho, he lets his head fall on your chest, a silent request for head pats. he loves feeling your touch against his cheeks or through his hair, it makes him feel so safe. if one day you're feeling down or just need some extra love, he will give you EVERYTHING. hugs, kisses, reassuring... he will even share some snacks with you and listen to whatever you wanna talk about before sleeping. he won't let you go to bed feeling sad. never.
he's actually really responsible and wakes up quite early. he will give you the biggest smile and hug in the morning, just to make sure you start the day with a smile. will cook breakfast for you, just to have the excuse to steal kisses from you at every bite you take.
# Harua
loves to hug something (you) in bed. you two will lay on your sides so you can look at each other's faces while cuddling. he loves talking with you in the darkness of the night. also kisses a lot, giggles everytime he accidentally kisses the tip of your nose instead of your lips. a lot of skinship is also involved; his hands roaming along your hips, thighs, waist... but always in the sweetest, most intimate way.
a bit difficult to wake up, he needs some time to shake off sleep. will burrow himself in your neck to hide from the morning sunlight and will probably end up falling asleep again. or if he wakes up in another mood, will start kissing you there instead, press closer against you until you get the message of what he wants. will do it under the blankets for sure.
# Maki
he doesn't really care how you two sleep, but you mostly end up with your head resting on his arm (bicepsπ€€). one of his hands will rest in the back of your head or your nape, just so he can push you closer and kiss you whenever he wants. he likes to feel your arm around his torso and interwine your legs together.
loves when you try to wake him up with little kisses. he fakes being asleep until he can't hold in his smile anymore and ends up dragging you back into his arms to shower you with kisses instead. he stretches out so big he almost throws you off the bed everytime, only to giggle and give you the most attractive "good morning, love..." with a little accent. loves to stay in bed with you so much he will usually run late to his schedules.
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in which your boyfriend doesn't care how long you spent on your lip combo β‘ requested by @elisa21sstuffβi ended up making it more suggestive more than smutty, hope that's okay with you and you like it!!
yudai
your boyfriend stops dead in his tracks when he walks into your shared bedroom and sees you. youβre standing in front of the mirror, debating between two necklaces to go with your outfit for tonightβs date. heβs taking you to an upscale restaurant and you want to look your best.Β Β
you side-eye him but say nothing as he makes his slow way over to you, a smirk on his lips. he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on top of your head, making your bodies sway lightly from side to side. βyou look beautiful,β he says, meeting your eyes in the mirror. βand all mine.β
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. βthanks, baby. help me choose my necklace?β
βsure. turn around for me.β
from the upward curve of his lips and the glint in his eyes, you shouldβve seen it comingβbut still, he manages to take you by surprise as you turn around to face him and are instantly met with his lips to yours.
βyudai!β you say, trying to sound chiding only laughing. βi spent so long on my lip combo,β you whine, turning back around to check your makeup in the mirror. youβre good to do your lips all over.Β
βsorry, baby.β he doesnβt sound sorry at all. βyou just looked too good, couldnβt help myself. here,β he says, reaching with a thumb, presumably to wipe your smudged lipstickβonly to press his lips to yours once more.
fuma
youβre finishing up your makeup in front of the bathroom mirror when your boyfriend walks in. he seems only to be here to fetch somethingβbut 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 youβre going to be late for if you let him have his way.
βwhat did i do to deserve you, hm? i mustβve saved the country in a past life,β he hums against your skin.Β
βdonβt distract me, fuma. i need to do my lip combo.β
βhm? iβm not doing anything,β he says, pressing himself closer to you, arms coming to wrap around your waist.
you swear you feel something hard against your lower back. βfuma,β you say, your tone a warningβas much for him as for you.
βwhat can i do when my baby looks this good?β
βyou can keep it in your pants,β you bite back, making him laugh.
you manage to ignore him until youβve applied your lip gloss. you pop your lips, proud of your work, then turn around. βokay, iβm ready toββ youβre cut off by your boyfriendβs mouth on yours.
youβre just a girlβwhen fumaβs lips move against yours like this, so messy and desperate like he couldnβt wait a second longer, your lower back pressed against the sink, you canβt help but kiss him back.
βweβre gonna be late,β you mutter weakly.
βthey can wait,β he says, pulling you into another kiss.
nicholas
βall this? for a girlβs night?β your boyfriend asks, sitting up on your shared bed.
βyes, nicho, all this.β you ignore his poutingβyouβve 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. βwhat do you need to look so good for?β
βit makes me feel confident. weβve been over this.β
βyouβd make a trash bag look sexy, baby.β
you sigh, picking up your lipstick. βthatβs nice of you to say, angel. but iβm not wearing a trash bag to the club.β
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. thatβs nicholas for youβalways needy when itβs least convenient for you. βcareful, baby,β you say gently. βiβm doing my lipstick.β
βi hate knowing other guys are going to see you like this.β
βwho cares about other guys when itβs you iβm coming home to,β you say, probably word for word from the last time you went out without him. youβre coming off annoyed, but really, you love seeing him like this.
βiβm gonna miss you tonight,β he says, kissing your bare shoulder. it makes you shiverβhe smirks at you in the mirror, fully aware of what heβs doing.
βi thought euijoo was coming over?β you ask, trying to keep your tone steady as your boyfriend kisses up your neck.
he hums. βstill gonna miss you.β
then, without warning, he presses his lips to yours. βnicho!β you exclaim, leaning back. his grin is wicked as you check your reflection. βiβm gonna have to do my lip combo all over again.β
βfix it, baby. iβll mess it up again.β
euijoo
youβre 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. βyou almost ready to go, baby?β he asks softly.
you nod. βyeah, just a minute.β youβre meeting his parents for the first time tonight at a fancy restaurant, and you want to make the best first impression possible. youβve put it in your mind that your makeup needs to be perfect to do that. βdo i look okay?β 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. βyou look gorgeous, as always. what are you so nervous about? iβve only told them great things about you, theyβll love you.β
βi know, i justβi want them to think iβm worthy of you.β
he laughs light-heartedly. βworthy? baby, by the end of the evening theyβll probably wonder how i got you to date me.β
you pout, slowly letting yourself be soothed by your boyfriendβs words and gentle demeanor. βyou really think?β
βof course. what can i do to ease your nerves?β
you recognize that toneβhe wants something he wonβt outright ask you for. but even if he doesnβt care, you wonβt be late for your dinner plans. so instead of letting yourself melt into his touch, you offer your cheek to him. itβll 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 mouthββnot my lips, baby. i donβt want to mess up my lipstick.β
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. βjujuβ¦βΒ
he only gazes down fondly at you. βyouβre perfect,β he muses.
yuma
after months of being with yuma, you should know that whatever you tell him not to do, heβll take as a challenge to do. really, itβs your fault for telling him not to distract you while youβre doing your makeup, and not to kiss you after youβve applied your lipstick. you even give him a minute to get it all out of his systemβbut it only does the opposite. after the kiss, heβs even needier, clingy as he wraps his arms around your waist tightly, burying his face in your hair.
βdonβt go,β he mumbles.
βitβs for work, baby, i donβt have a choice.β
βi canβt just kiss you for a minute,β he whines. βitβs not nearly enough.β
βyouβll have all the time you need when i come back, okay?β
he frowns at you in the mirrorβchanging his strategy from whiny to upset? in any case, it doesnβt 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. βwhatβs the point of having lips so pretty if your boyfriend canβt even kiss them?β
βthe one time i ask you not to kiss me, i swear,β you mumble. βyouβre not going to die.β
he rests his hand on his heart, fakes a pained expression. βi just might.β
you push him away with your hip, tell him to leave you aloneβyouβre surprised when he actually does. heβs waiting for you in the hallway when youβre done. you think that maybe heβs 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 wonβt do too much damageβa full-on mess of a kiss, tongue and all, his hands firm on your hips so you couldnβt escape even if you wanted to.
when he leans back, his grin is wickedly smug. βuh-oh, baby. i think youβre gonna have to redo your lipstick.β
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, βno kisses, tonight,β he follows that rule to a tee.
it doesnβt mean heβs 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 canβt reciprocate. during the party, his eyes keep drifting to the lipstick staining the rim of your cup, and heβs 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 youβre 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. βcan i kiss you, y/n?β 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, heβs wearing as much lipstick as you are.
harua
βokay, baby, iβm off,β you call from the hallway, slipping on your shoes.
from his position on the couch, harua perks up. βarenβt you forgetting something?β
you look inside your purse. keys, phone, wallet. βnope, iβm all good.β
he frowns, then makes his way to you. arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, he says, βyou sure about that?β
your features relax into a smile. βbaby, iβm sorry, i canβt kiss you. i spent too long on this lip combo to mess it up.β
your boyfriend is unimpressed. he glares at you without a word.
you walk up to him, ruffle his hair. βiβll give you all the kisses you want when i get home, okay?β
clearly, this isnβt 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 cameraβthe damageβs been done.
βharu!β
when you look at him, thereβs a small smirk playing on his lips. youβd be mad at him if he wasnβt so adorable. βhave fun, angel,β he says, plopping some chips inside his mouth.
taki
the entire time youβve been getting ready, your boyfriend has been gazing longingly at you like a lovesick puppy. itβd be distracting if you werenβt so used to itβrare are the moments you spend together when at least his hands or his eyes arenβt on you. from when you chose your outfit to now, as youβre sitting at your vanity, lips parted as you apply your liner, heβs been laying on your shared bed, staring at you like you hung the stars in the night sky.
heβs been quiet this entire time, so when he starts making his way to you, telling you how pretty you look, you know heβs up to no good. before heβs even touched you, you warn, βtaki, donβt. the tutor is so strict, i canβt be late for this class.β
βwho said anything about making you late?β 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. βi just wanted to admire you from up close.β
βyou can do that without bothering me.β
he looks at you like a wounded puppy. you roll your eyesβyou know taki isnβt really offended, he just likes to pretend he is so youβll baby him. βfine. one kiss, okay? just one. and on my cheek.β
you shouldnβt have been so trusting. your boyfriend holds your head steady as he plants his kiss to your cheek, but of course, he doesnβt 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.Β
he grins proudly, admiring his work in the mirrorβthe lip gloss on his lips, the smudges around yours. βthanks a lot, taki,β you mumble.
βthe pleasure is all mine, babe.β
maki
youβre sat on your boyfriendβs lap in front of your vanity as you apply the final traces of lipstick for you lip combo. youβre both staring at your reflection in the mirror, you in concentration, him in quiet, lovesick adoration. youβre apart for one evening and heβs acting like itβs 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 heβs making it to go out without him, heβd find a million reasons for you to stay in. however, you canβt bail on bottomless brunch with your girls.
βi get that girlhood is important and all, but surely us boyfriends could tag along once in a while?β he mumbles, pouting against your shoulder.
you smile. βwe canβt gossip about you guys if youβre here.β
he gasps dramatically. βyou gossip about me? what do you say?β
you ignore him as you lean forward, admiring your work. satisfied with yourself, you shift on makiβs lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. βhow do i look?β
his features soften into a fond smile. βperfect, baby.β
when he leans in for a kiss, you tut at him. βnuh-uh. iβm not letting you mess up my lip combo.β
he raises an eyebrow. βoh?β
suddenly, his hold on you tightensβyou try to squirm out of his arms, but heβs too strong for you. βno! maki!β you exclaim, giggling.Β
he peppers kisses all over your lips, and by the time heβs done, thereβs more lipstick on his lips than on yours. you sigh as you check your makeup in the mirror. βgreat, i have to do it all over again now.β
heβs grinning wickedly, returning to his position with his chin on your shoulder like he hasnβt done anything. βand i get one more minute with you.β
I have a very specific vision of jo accidentally overstimulating the reader because he just gets so pussy drunk and loses himself without realizing cus he just wants to make reader feel good and thatβs how he feels goodβ¦. Pls tell me you understandπ£ like he doesnβt even realize!!
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jo doesnβt even wait for your signal because he already picked up on many prior to coming back home and laying you on the bed, hands literally ripping off your cotton underwear and pressing against your inner thighs, pushing them further apart to accommodate his head.
he would want you to crush his skull with your thighs..
yeah, he comes to the set thought; he doesnβt mind passing out that wayβ in the best way he could ever imagine, just the thought makes him moan against your slick lips.
joβs in absolute cloud nine, tasting in his opinion would be the sweetness nectar straight from the budding flower, almost purring as the slippery, liquid arousal seeps onto his tongue with every lick and clouds his better judgment.
of course, youβre squirming, back arching as he gives you no time to adjust or shake off the initial shock of him pouncing on you without any warning, but his hands keep you there and keep you close.
he wants to make a mess, his eyes slightly rolling behind his fluttering eyelids as he presses open mouthed kisses over your mound and sucks all the pleasure from your puffy lips. heβs been begging for it all day, for this every single day. heβs even said please, caressed and nuzzled into your body in ways he knows you adore. he knows you love his desperate need, the way he practically whines as he literally collapses and pressed his face into your stomach to mutter continuously, βplease? please, pleasepleasepleaseplease, my love, lemme eat you, please?β
ββ¦ ok! oookay! just one more, promise??β
so he doesnβt care that heβs practically purring from your taste, he doesnβt care about the tightening grip of your hands tugging his roots, he doesnβt care about the quiver of your thighs underneath his warm palms. he squeezes the soft skin; plushy, you feel squishy, so malleable between his spreading fingers as he pulls you impossibly closer to his awaiting mouth.
his tongue is slick, full of spit. he does have a bit of a drooling problem, saliva pooling even before he was able to drag you into your room from the idea of getting his meal.
itβs for his pleasure, his hips rutting against the bedsheets underneath his body as your own buck up into his face. it only adds onto his pleasure; knowing heβs the reason for your confused whines melting into nothing but a beautiful motley of harmonious symphonies.
why wait, when he realizes he can have his fill anytime any day?
he might be suffocating at this point, but again, he does not care. his tip of nose and the majority of his lower face might be glistening with the concoction of your slick and his spit, but heβs kissing and licking until heβs had his fill.
he might as well cry in joy from how warm he felt.
he needs this.
badly. you understand..
yeah, your hands might be pushing at his forehead with weakening strength for him to pull away but heβs not done. yeah, maybe he already unknowingly pulled two orgasms from you just with his flicking tongue, but he doesnβt want to pull away.
he only does when he realizes the lightheaded buzz was coming from the lack of oxygen, lips parting from yours in a slick pop and a sigh of relief as if he was the worldβs thirstiest man finally detaching from his favorite juice. his eyes roll open to glance at the mess.
puffs of his breath waft over your sensitive sex as his open smile grows at the beauty in front of him, and he could giggle from his thoughts but he canβt ignore the slight tremble on your lower navel. his lips mustβve looked as puffy, swollen and reddened as your pussy and now he just has to giggle like a drunken, love-insane man.
delicious, desperate.
yeah, you mightβve been whining for him to not look or for even laughing, but everything is muffled. he mustβve looked completely wrecked with his hooded, unfocused gaze staring directly at your sex, hair fluffed from your constant touch, covered with a glistening sheen everywhereβ
i mean, he does get messy.
his tongue rolls out from his mouth to break the line of spit that connects your lips to his, because he canβt waste anything.
jo canβt waste another moment before heβs leaning into your pussy with the same open mouth sucks, his gripping hands pulling you closer as he savors every part as much as he can. itβs like a constant routine he will never ever get tired of, his eyes rolling shut from the comfort of being in his favorite place ever. his tongue flicks upwards in one long stripe before heβs leaning in once again to kiss languidly at your budding nerve as he hears your warbling whines. he knows how much you despise hearing the actual slickness of your arousal in his mouth; but maybe he does it on purpose, or maybe he just does it because he loves the sound of it.
the sound of his pure insatiable need for you in wet squelches as he practically makes out with your dripping sex, tilting and leaning his head in with each smooth as if he was deepening a kiss.
his jaw aches, but he continues to chase after your sweet lips with each audible kiss and slurp.
he has to make love to your sex somehow; care for her, treat her right, shower her in pure affection.
again, a man of his word, jo could pass out exactly like this, happy and in between your thighs. he doesnβt care about him losing his breath again as he shakes his head from side to side, hair ruffling over his closed eyelids from the movement. he can hear his name falling from your open mouth between increments, increasing in pitch and frequency, almost muffled against the sinful sounds emanating from his make out with your pussy.
βmpphh jo, you said once.. you p-promise!β
you sound utterly wrecked, his hips rutting harder into the sheets and veins protruding clear on the back of his hands from his tightening grip. he doesnβt know whether to let your plush thighs go or push them apart as they fight against his palms in attempt to close around him, testing his physical and emotional strength.
should he just let you pop his skull?
maybe his incoming release might be clouding his senses even more, but it seems like he just wants you surrounding him in every sense as well.
his eyebrows furrow upwards underneath his fluffy bangs, his cheeks painted in pink and glittering with sweat and your liquid arousal. it doesnβt surprise him when his pleasure suddenly increases tenfold as his orgasm rapidly washes over him, his hips jerking against the sheets as his lips free your delicate skin to moan.
his body is ridged as it overcomes every part of his being, his muscles tightening underneath his perspired skin before they seep into nothing but jello.
his voice is hoarse and cracking as he moans languidly, high and drawn out, lips plush over your quivering sex from the intensity of his ecstatic release and he doesnβt care about his dampening grey sweats as he rides out his high with rutting hips.
he does care about his noises, opting to latch onto your pussy to muffle his moans with vibrating hums instead after he softly comes down from his release into a soft puddle of liquid limbs.
joβs such a mess, tears almost falling down his cheeks from the pleasure of it all.
at least heβs had his fill, and after a while of just resetting himself back to a normal state by calming his breaths and muddled brain, he pulls off from your swollen lips and gives it one final lingering kiss β full, languid, and fully sincere.
tags - medplay, fingering (f rec), pet names used (darling, sweetheart), breast exam, dubcon, medical malpractice
mmm hot doctor jo am i rightβ¦
the bright, fluorescent lights of the doctor's office always hurt your eyes. you hated being in there, your anxiety was always through the roof thinking about being in that small room. this time, however, it was so much worse. your usual doctor, a woman in her mid to late fifties you had assumed, had mentioned to you she would be retiring by the time you had your next check-up, and her son would be taking over her patients for her. she assured you he was highly qualified and professional, but it did nothing to ease your anxiety.
the nurse calling your name brought you back to reality, your mouth raw from how long you had unknowingly been biting the inside of your cheeks. you followed her down the hall, feeling like a small, scared puppy.
βthe doctor will be with you soon.β she said sweetly, handing you a gown and motioning for you to change.
the door softly clicked behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet, sterile room. you began to strip, your nipples hardening as soon as the cool air hit. you couldnβt wait for this nightmare to be over.
you sat on the edge of the examination table. the paper crinkling underneath you at every slight movement. though you had only been waiting for a few minutes, it felt like hours.
a sharp knock on the door startled you.
βc-come in!β you stuttered, the fear consuming your thoughts.
a tall, dark-haired man in a long, white doctorβs coat walked in, the nametag reading βJo.β your previous doctor failed to mention how handsome her son was. entering your room, he gave you a small nod. he sat at the nearby computer, asking you the standard questions. he was very soft-spoken, which helped ease your nerves.
βcould you move forward a little bit for me?β you followed his directions, scooting towards where he had moved to stand beside the exam bed. βcould you please-β his voice trailed off, but motioned for you to remove the top half of your gown. you complied, all the anxiety that previously had left came rushing back, nearly making you dizzy. you felt so exposed under his watchful eyes. for a second you couldβve sworn his eyes darkened into something else, almost predatory, but you quickly brushed it off. he was a professional, right?
βi would assume you perform breast exams regularly, correct?β you nodded, as he put on large, form fitting, blue latex gloves. the rubbery snapping sounding way louder in the quiet room than it used to. he moved closer, hands moving up to your breasts. three of his fingers pressed softly but firmly against your chest, massaging small circles, feeling for anything unusual.
as much as you wanted to deny it, you started enjoying the feeling of the hot doctor touching you. you let out a small, pleasurable noise. as soon as it escaped your lips, your eyes widened, your mouth opening to apologize but nothing came out. his dark eyes were fixed on yours, a small, unprofessional smirk forming on his lips.
βthis is purely procedural.β jo would reassure you, but you didnβt care. his hands stayed on your chest, getting rougher by the second, his thumbs rubbing over your hardened nipples. βyour doing so well for me..β
small whimpers escaped, as hard as you tried to contain them. until suddenly, he stopped. you fought back the urge to beg him to continue. after all, he was your doctor performing an exam on you.
βlay back for me, please.β joβs soft, but somehow still sounding professional voice snapping you back to reality.
the paper crumpling underneath you, as you moved to lay on your back, feet resting on the stirrups. you felt so exposed with everything on full display, especially with the wetness that had pooled between your legs.
red flushed your cheeks as jo examined your slick cunt, the concentrated stare only causing you to feel more hot for him.
βiβm just gonna.. apply some pressure right hereβ the latex touching your sensitive folds sent sparks throughout your body, your cunt clenching around nothing. βjust relax, can you do that for me? your doing so well, sweetheartβ
the nickname excited you even more, you rocked your hips forward, chasing the pleasure. βso eager, huh?β
his gloved thumb circled your clit, βiβm gonna need you to stay still for me, okay?β he said, slowly inserting hit middle and ring fingers inside you. βjust like i said, this is purely procedural,β jo reminded, but you donβt know if he was reminding you, or himself. he was clearly enjoying watching you struggle to stay still.
the latex of his glove shimmering with your arousal, joβs eyes full of amazement in the overwhelming amount coating his fingers.
βyouβre making such a mess for me, darling,β jo groaned, pumping his fingers faster. curling them just right, hitting that spongy part that made you see stars.
his left hand pressing firmly on your hip, holding your hips still his other hand made you feel so, so good.
you tried, you really tried not to, but the pleasure overwhelmed your senses. your orgasm quickly approaching, jo noticed. but of course, it was his job to notice these things. the sound of his fingers sliding in and out of your cunt practically echoed in the quiet room.
your walls fluttered around the long, slender fingers pounding into you. the knot building in your belly snapped, your vision blurred, your ears ringing as you made a mess over his fingers, and the exam bed.
βmaking such a mess, all over my fingers,β jo almost laughed, βlook at you ruining my gloves like that. and here i thought you would be one of my favorite patients.β
a/n - i am NOT a medical professional lmao so do not take any of this seriously! iβm just a freak who enjoys hot doctors lmao
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idk if u have done this already but could you do &teamies reacting to the reader calling them a good boy ? ^^
the phrase good boy acts as a psychological trigger for yudai, fuma and nicholas, though each man reacts to the praise through a different lens of desire and submission. while the words are the same, the internal collapse they trigger varies from desperate need to quiet surrender.
yudai is the type to fight the effect until he can't anymore. he likely carries himself with a certain level of pride or stoicism, making the moment he is called a good boy a total breaking point. for yudai, the phrase is a tool of domestication.
when he hears itβespecially after he has struggled to complete a difficult or degrading taskβhis composure shatters. he doesn't just accept the praise; he craves it with a hunger that borders on pathetic.
the words strip away his defenses, leaving him panting and eager, his body instinctively leaning into the touch of whoever is praising him. for yudai, being your good boy means he has finally earned the approval he secretly starves for, turning his strength into a tool for your pleasure.
fuma, by contrast, sinks into the role with a fluid, almost instinctive grace. he doesn't fight the submission; he leans into it, finding a profound sense of peace in the relinquishing of control.
when fuma is called a good boy, his eyes glaze over, and his breathing slows, falling into a trance-like state of obedience. it is a reward that validates his utility. he finds erotic satisfation in the power imbalance, the words acting as a leash that pulls him tighter toward his pretty little master.
for fuma, the phrase is a signal that he is performing exactly as expected, and that validation fuels a desperate need to do even more, pushing himself to the limits of endurance just to hear those two words beautifully whispered in his ear again.
nicholas experiences the phrase as a sharp, electric jolt of arousal. where yudai is desperate and fuma is serene, nicholas is reactive.
being called a good boy triggers an immediate, visceral response in his bodyβa tightening in his chest and a sudden, heavy ache between his legs. he is the most likely to react with a soft moan or a shudder, his body betraying how much the praise affects him.
for nicholas, the phrase is a mark of ownership. it tells him exactly where he stands in the hierarchy, and that clarity is what turns him on. he thrives on the feeling of being "handled", and the verbal confirmation that he is behaving correctly sends him into a state of high-voltage readiness, making him a pliable, eager toy for you.
while yudai, fuma and nicholas react to the phrase with a sense of surrender of ownership, euijoo, yuma and jo process the good boy trigger through a different set of emotional and physical vulnerabilities. for them, the phrase isn't just a reward: it's a catalyst that unlocks specific, hidden facets of their sexuality.
euijoo reacts to being called a good boy with a sudden, overwhelming wave of tenderness that quickly curdles into raw, needy lust. he is the most likely to be emotionally affected by the praise, his eyes welling up or his lip trembling when the words are spoken.
for euijoo, it feels like a warm embrace and a strict command all at once. it makes him feel seen and cherished, which in turn makes him want to be completely used. when he hears those words, his body goes soft and pliable, his inhibitions vanishing instantly.
he becomes an open book, desperate to please you in any way possible, whether that means taking your fingers down his throat or arching his back to offer his ass, all while looking up with wide, pleading eyes, begging for more of that validation.
yuma views the phrase as a challenge and a victory. he has a playful, perhaps slightly bratty streak, and for him, being called a good boy is the ultimate prize after a period of tension or defiance. he doesn't just sink into the praise; he preens under it.
when he finally earns the title, a smug, heat-filled shiver runs down his spine, and his cock throbs violently against his underwear. for yuma, the words are the "click" of a lock falling into place. it transforms his playful energy into a focused, intense desire to serve.
once he's branded a good boy, he becomes obsessively attentive, his movements becoming precise and eager as he tries to maintain that status, pushing himself to be the most efficient and satisfying toy in the room.
jo experiences the phrase as a total mental shutdown. he is often the one who tries to maintain a facade of competence or coolness, but good boy is the kill-switch for his brain. the moment the words hit his ears, his thoughts scramble, leaving him in a state of pure, mindless arousal.
he doesn't think, only feels. the phrase strips him of his autonomy, reducing him to a creature of pure instinct. jo's reaction is the most physicalβhis breath hitches, his toes curl, and he often finds himself instinctively kneeling or bowing his head without even realising he's doing it.
for jo, being your good boy means he no longer has to carry the weight of decision-making; he's simply an object for your pleasure, and that liberation sends him into a state of shivering, high intensity heat.
for harua, taki and maki, the phrase "good boy" acts as a psychological key, unlocking reactions that range from a fragile, desperate need for approval to a primal, animalistic surrender. while the others might find peace or arousal, these three experience the phrase as a profound shift in their internal power dynamics.
harua reacts to good boy with a fragile, almost heartbreaking intensity. he carries a deep-seated need for external validation, and when those words are spoken, it feels like a lifeline being thrown to him.
his reaction is characterized by a sudden, breathless stillness; he freezes, his heart hammering against his ribs, as if he's afraid that moving might break the spell. for harua, the phrase is an emotional anchor that grounds him in a state of absolute devotion. it transforms his desire into something sacred and desperate.
he doesn't just want to be fucked; he wants to be owned and kept. when he's called a good boy, he becoms an eager, shivering mess, clinging to you and whimpering, his body trembling with the need to prove his worth through total, selfless submission.
taki experiences the phrase as a spark to powder keg. he possesses a high-energy, almost frantic nature, and good boy is the only thing that can truly center himβby completely overwhelming him.
the moment he hears it, his energy shifts from chaotic to focused, laser-beaming all his attention onto you. it triggers a visceral, physical hunger; his pupils dilate, and he begins to pant, his cock leaking as he instinctively seeks you.
for taki, the phrase is a reward that fuels his stamina. it pushes him into a state of hyper-responsiveness where he will do anythingβno matter how degrading or exhaustingβjust to hear the words again. he becomes a whirlwind of activity, sucking, licking, and rubbing himself against his beautiful princess with a manic, desperate eagerness.
maki processes good boy as a total collapse of his ego. he often presents himself with a certain level of confidence or detachment, but the phrase acts like a physical blow that knocks him off his feet. it is the ultimate "off-switch" for his pride.
when he's called a good boy, he doesn't just submit, he dissolves. his muscles go slack, his gaze becomes glazed and vacant, and he sinks into a state of heavy, drugged-like arousal. for maki, the phrase is a permission slip to stop pretending and simply be a toy.
he becomes incredibly passive and receptive, his body opening up instinctively. whether it's his mouth working relentlessly as you ride his face or his ass relaxing to take a thick plug, maki becomes a mindless vessel of pleasure, his only goal being to remain in that state of praised, mindless oblivion.
synopsis | sfw and nsfw headcanons for sweet, sweet boyfriend!jo, who has been hiding some interesting drawings from you.
details | boyfriend!jo x female!reader, non idol au, established relationship, fluff, jo is a sweetheart of course, below the cut is SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, sub!jo, oral (f receiving), masturbation, penetration (p in v), unprotected sex (WRAP IT!), cum eating, cursing, not proofread, requested
wc | 1.1k
from the author | ive never written headcanons before and im 90% sure i did not do them Right. i wrote a normal fic in a horrifically complicated way. enjoy anyway i had fun :D also let me know if the cut placement is annoying and ill edit it to put everything under the cut !!
boyfriend!jo who, after mustering up every ounce of courage within him, planned an elaborate, romantic, and very public first date for the two of you. the restaurant was notoriously fancy, so he rented a tux and asked that you, too, wear something nice. although he thought you'd look beautiful in anything.
boyfriend!jo who visibly sighed a breath of relief when you suggested abandoning the dinner reservation and ordering a pizza to his apartment. the two of you sat in his floor dressed to the nines, stringing beads on plastic thread and bordering on madness when the fully constructed bracelets slid from between your greasy fingers before you could tie it off.
boyfriend!jo who carries the shopping basket while the two of you are grocery shopping because you once complained that the metal handles dig into your fingers.
boyfriend!jo who slowly piles blankets on top of you while you watch movies together, hoping that you'll be too comfortable by the time the credits roll to leave. alternatively, you'll just be stuck on the couch with him.
boyfriend!jo who feeds you popcorn while your arms are trapped beneath nine blankets.
boyfriend!jo who hangs onto your every word when you speak to the point that you reconsider what you're even talking about. what am i even saying, you wonder. he cant possibly be this interested in your friend's secondhand workplace drama. but he's listening, actively, attentively. because its you.
boyfriend!jo who secretly loves being little spoon, curling his long legs into yours and sinking into your hold.
boyfriend!jo who attempts to bake you a cake for your anniversary and ends up with more ingredients outside the mixing bowl than in.
boyfriend!jo who stole your heart, yes, but also steals glances at you more often than not, sometimes snapping a candid photo to use as a reference when he draws you in his notebook later.
boyfriend!jo who nearly cried when you gifted him the expensive set of pencils he'd been wanting forever but couldn't justify buying for himself. after giving you a swift kiss, he crammed his sketchbook and pencils into a bag and pulled you to the nearest cafe. he spent the next hour having you pose in sunlight, experimenting with shadows and basking in every moment with you.
boyfriend!jo who used his new pencils to add rich, blended color to a different, secret sketchbook, one you were never supposed to see.
boyfriend!jo who left his private sketchbook on the table, spine cracked and pages face down. he should have known you'd be curious about his work. you're always astonished by his varying styles, vivid interpretations of shared experiences. this time, however, you flipped the book over to reveal something you've never seen, at least not from that angle.
boyfriend!jo who has dedicated several pages of the sketchbook to lewd illustrations. ultra detailed, vibrant depictions of you, your pussy stretched and leaking, your lips swollen and coated in white. all hand drawn and from memory. you flip through the pages, thighs clenching, ideas brewing.
boyfriend!jo who comes home and sees the sketchbook face up, whose heart drops into his stomach as he anxiously peers into the kitchen in search of you, and who eventualy finds you on the bed, waiting for him with your clothes in a pile and your knees falling open.
boyfriend!jo who freezes in the doorway, watching your fingers pump in and out of your desperate hole. he feels his dick strain in his pants as your free hand gropes and twists at your nipple.
boyfriend!jo who manages to choke out a generous, "c-can i help you?"
boyfriend!jo who, after you reply with, "no, thank you, baby," seethes with lust, watching you bring yourself to completion in front of him. your orgasm racks over your body, your mewls and gasps sending all the blood to his cock.
boyfriend!jo who is so obedient, fetching his special sketchbook and sitting on the bed in front of you, just like you asked. as he settles, shifting uncomfortably from the way his dick is pressing against his jeans, you say, "i saw your drawings, jojo. you're very good, wouldn't you say?"
boyfriend!jo who cant stop staring at the crease of your thigh as you speak, your legs folded to one side. he knows what he wants from you but he just cant take it. he needs you to give it to him. "y-yes," he gulps, "especially when its you."
boyfriend!jo who has never been so needy, his mind actually spinning when you suggest, or rather insist, that he use you as a live model. "pose me however you want," you had said with a smile despite the venom of your intentions seeping between your words, "and if its good, i'll let you touch me."
boyfriend!jo who outlines your body on the page, truthfully and precisely. every curve, every shadow captured on paper to the best of his ability. with his tongue tucked between his teeth, he shades with a slanted wrist, washes the whole image in a gentle pigment, highlights the glistening slopes of your breasts and the pulsing slit of your pussy. and when he turns the book around to show you, you feel your face grow hot. his interpretation of you is perfectly honest and raw, beautifully executed.
boyfriend!jo who sighs into your pussy when you finally let him touch you, taste you.
boyfriend!jo who whines as you thread your fingers into his hair, grinding desperately against the bed as the taste of you covers every inch of his tongue. he was so good in every way.
boyfriend!jo who gets the most satisfaction just laying helplessly beneath you and letting you use him for your own pleasure. he loves watching your body roll and twist above him, caressing your thighs and, if he's feeling brave, ghosting his fingers over your nipples.
boyfriend!jo who knows hes not allowed to cum inside of you, so he fists the sheets and rolls his own hips to bring you closer to the edge. you know he's close when his frantic whimpers regress into concentrated breathing, teetering on stifled groans but just controlled enough that you know he wants to make you proud.
boyfriend!jo who lets you ride out your high before pulling out and spilling hot cum all up his stomach.
boyfriend!jo who shivers when you lower your tongue to his skin and lap the majority of it up, just before pulling the freshly drawn page out of his sketchbook and using it to wipe up the rest.
boyfriend!jo who takes the paper from your hand and drags it over the scattered droplets on his chest.
boyfriend!jo who, after a sudden rush of confidence, slides his sensitive tip through your pussy and sighs, "let me draw you while im inside?"
