#joyuma

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.

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"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.

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Nakakita Yuma was the most stereotypical frat boy out there. Constantly throwing his own parties, getting wasted on Tuesday nights, showing up late to most of his classes, and being a total flirt. He was every sorority girls crush and he was well aware. He worked his charm to get him free beers and also to get him out of trouble. He had been caught by the hall monitor atleast three times and somehow his apologetic smile got her off his tail.

However, Yuma’s best friend was the complete opposite of him. Asakura Jo was far too introverted for parties. He enjoyed his peace an quiet. He like drawing, listening to music, and people watching. Jo loved his personal space, as did Yuma. He would constantly disturb his best friends peace at any given time. Jo’s studying for a huge final, suddenly Yuma is deathly ill and needs his total attention.

Even though they were complete opposites they got along just fine. Yuma was Jo’s first and pretty much only friend at Uni. He often stayed the night in his dorm after Yuma sent many drunk texts asking to be picked up. Jo brought out a softer side of Yuma. He noticed as their friendship grew Yuma would do little acts of service without realizing. Like bringing him a coffee when he knows Jo was up too late studying. Or being Jo’s model for his art assignments. He found himself enjoying helping him out in his own tiny ways. As payment for all the times Jo dragged his drunk ass home.

Yuma also brought out a different side of Jo. He knew the poor boy was too introverted to ever ask for help. But he noticed Jo’s interest in other things. Like how he loved basketball but was too scared to try and play with others. So Yuma introduced him to his friend Nicholas. Or when Jo saw a younger boy in his art class and wanted to be his friend. He told Yuma all about him and conveniently the three had dinner together the week after. The two function well together. People often joked they acting more like a couple then they did best friends. Jo would turn bright red and deny it. While Yuma just gave his signature shit eating grin.

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Yuma had been trying to convince Jo to go out more. He was sick of him staying by himself in their dorm. So he made a plan to take him to a party. “Cmon Jojo it’ll be fun I promise. You don’t even have to drink. Just come for like an hour.” He was currently sprawled out on Jo’s bed doing his eyeliner. Jo looked at him before speaking up “I have to study Yu. Plus you know parties aren’t my thing.”

Yuma let out an obnoxious groan before tugging on his arm. “Pleaseeeee just this one time? Harua will be there. You can just sit and talk about your weird art shit with him”, he was staring up at him with his stupid pout that Jo knew he couldn’t say no to. It took about three more tries before Jo finally gave in. He wasn’t thrilled about it but he was willing to go for Yuma.

Yuma finished doing his hair before changing. Yuma was never one to go out without looking 110% so of course he was well over dressed. It was a striking contrast to Jo who had on a hoodie and jeans. Yuma eyed him down “Is that seriously what you’re wearing.” Jo shrugged a bit “What- is it bad? I didn’t think you dressed up for these things.” God he was clueless.

“Well I mean it’s a party Jojo. You might meet the love of your life there. You seriously wanna wear that?” Jo looked at himself in the mirror before looking back at Yuma. Maybe he had a point Jo did look pretty boring. He should’ve just brushed it off because now Yuma was playing stylist. He threw all his clothes on the bed before picking something he thought fit Jo. Truth be told he really just picked it to see Jo show some skin.

“Are all your clothes so short? My entire stomachs on display right now Yu. And these pants aren’t hiding anything either-” he was cut off by a very eager Yuma. “You look good don’t worry. You’ve got a good figure might as well show it off.” He reached over to ruffle Jo’s perfectly fixed hair. “I already know you’ll say no to makeup so let me fix your hair. It’s too proper it’s needs some character.”

Eventually after twenty minutes of Yuma getting Jo ready they finally went out the door. He could tell Jo was nervous to be in such a big setting. But he kept close to him as a way to anchor his nerves. This wasn’t the first time Yuma had dragged Jo along to a big event. Only it was the first party he had gone to.

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Once they arrived Yuma dragged him along to grab a drink. He met a few of his friends along the way briefly exchanging a hello. He handed Jo a cup before he grabbed a beer for himself. “Don’t worry it’s nothing too strong. Unless you can’t handle your alcohol.” He took a swig of his beer before sitting on the counter. Jo glanced at the drink in his hand before trying it. He winced as he swallowed it. “Do people actually like this stuff? It burns.” Yuma grinned at him before taking another sip. “Wait have you seriously never drank either? I feel like I’m corrupting sweet little Jojo right now.” Jo rolled his eyes at him before giving a small nod.

Yuma motioned for him to stand closer to him. Jo did as he was told placing himself in-front of him. They stayed there for a moment in comfortable silence. Finally Yuma spoke up again, “Do you think I’m a bad influence? I mean I drag you and I’m getting you to drink.” He almost sounded worried but his smile said otherwise. Jo shook his head gripping his drink tighter. “I like your influence Yuma. Plus I wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to do.”

For some reason this opened up so many ideas in Yumas twisted little head. He gently grabbed the collar of Jo’s shirt pulling him in between his legs. Jo stared at him as they sat like this. He didn’t dare move an inch. “You look really nice like this. Almost jealous it’s not just me seeing you” he took another drink. Finally Yuma leaned in just enough “You can tell me no. I wont get offended just kinda wanna try this out.” He was serious too. He understood he was overstepping the boundaries of friendship. But his curiosity took over and he’d been wanting this for awhile.

To his surprise Jo took the lead. He pulled him into a gentle yet hungry kiss. His hands finding Yumas waist, and Yuma sliding his own around Jo’s neck. He could feel how warm Jo’s body was against him. He wondered if the alcohol loosened him up or if he was just as desperate. Jo pulled away briefly to take a breath. “Was that alright? I’m kinda new to this.” God he had no idea how adorable he was. “New to kissing? I have a hard time believing that Jo.”

Yuma gently jumped off the counter. He gripped Jo’s hand before dragging him upstairs. He followed behind him trying to keep up. Yuma didn’t waste a single second. The moment he shut the door he had Jo against the wall. His kissed down his neck mumbling praises. He felt Jo fidgeting with his hands. “You can touch me. I won’t bite unless you want me too” he was grinning like always . Jo nodded and ever so gently ran a hand under Yuma’s shirt.

The two made their way to the bed. And for once in his life Nakakita Yuma was the speechless one.

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INK SMUDGES

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Yuma had been wanting a tatto for quite sometime. He thought it would fit his rockstar image. He already had the piercings why not add to the fun? The only issue was he had no clue what he wanted. Nor wear to get it at. So he asked one of his members for help. Nicholas has a friend who had a shop near them. He had gotten all his own tattoos done by him. “I’ll send you his instagram Yuma. You can get a vibe of his work. Maybe you’ll find something you like” Nicho types in his contact for him.

Yuma scrolled through the man’s page for a while. The man was very detailed with his work. He cared about every single line even the tiny ones. Yuma found one particular drawing catching his attention. It was a sketch of a flower poking out of what seemed to be wire fence . He stared at the design for a good moment before deciding it was perfect.

Yuma message the man briefly to set up the appointment before finding himself scrolling through his page again. He stumbled across an older post of some tattoos the man has himself. He scrolled through the tattoos before landing on a photo of him. Holy fuck Yuma thought. The man looked nothing like he expected. He was beautiful so much so it pissed Yuma off.

Yum-Kun

You didn’t tell me this friend of yours was sexy.

Nicho🍓

Of course you think that. Good luck with that though he’s not the daiting type.

Yuma-Kun

Who said anything about dating ;)

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Yuma arrived at the shop a couple weeks later. He honestly felt pretty nervous. He wasn’t scared of needles or the pain. But mostly he was intimated by the man giving him the tattoo “Hm you must be Yuma” a voice called from behind him. Yuma turned around and choked on a breathe. It was him. “That would be me” he said flashing his signature Cheshire grin. He found he had to look up at the man due to his height. “You can take a seat over here. I’ve sketch out the design you wanted”

Yuma plopped down on the table next to him. He watched the man’s every move. He was in trance he couldn’t snap out of. “You never said your name by the way” he said leaning back slightly to get a better look at him.

“Asakura Jo, but you can just call me Jo. Here take a look at this and make sure you like it” he said handed him the iPad. The design was perfect. The detail in the flower was beautifully done and the wire on the fence was sharp. Yuma nodded in approval before handing the iPad back. Letting his fingers gently brush the others.

“Where do you want it? Or have you not picked a spot yet?” Jo asked as he started setting up. Yuma had put a lot of thought into where he should get the tattoo. He was too indecisive on where to put it. “Actually I was hoping you’d help with that. I have no clue where it would look good at” he said leaning forward. Jo moved his chair closer before speaking “Well aren’t you in a band? I’d say you want it somewhere you could hide or show off, depending on your mood”.

“I am in a band. So I’d say it can be pretty visible for the most part. Since I like showing off sometimes”. Jo took a moment to let his gaze trail down Yumas figure. He notes every freckle and blemish as he did so. Until he landed on the smaller boys waist. Yuma was wearing a slightly cropped shirt that showed a tease of his mid drift. Jo leaned in just enough to hover over him before he spoke up “ can you life up your shirt?”

Yuma was slightly taken aback but he did as he was told , gently lifting up the bottom half of his shirt. Without thinking nor asking Jo reached forward and traced his hip. “I’d say right here would look good. You can cover it if needed. Or you could show it off. It’s also an attractive place for a tattoo. It fits with your whole vibe” he said as he pulled away. Yuma nodded “You think so? Let’s do it there then”.

Jo finished preping before he finally leaned in and started. His hands were skilled and so very soft. Yuma wondered what else his hands were skilled at. Jo continued his skillful work. His hand resting just above Yuma’s boxers. Yuma knew his thoughts were entirely inappropriate. But he couldn’t help it with each soft brush of Jo’s hand. “You’re doing good for a first tattoo” he said pausing to change the ink. Yuma grinned at him “I got a pretty high pain tolerance it comes in handy” he said staring down at him.Jo smiled back “Uh huh. It comes in handy does it?”

Good fucking God Yuma was a goner.

“You’re friends with Nicho right? He said you two play together sometimes” Jo asked as he leaned back down to continue his work. Yuma nodded at him looking down “Yeah we met in highschool. Just kinda stayed close”. Jo smiled at him as he continued on, his hand lingering a little too long at times. “He never mentioned having such pretty friends before. Guess he likes keeping you to himself”. Yuma felt his ears grow slightly red at the comment. He was used to being hit on. But not by anyone this attractive.

“Do you flatter all your clients or am I just special?” he said grinning. Jo held back his smile as he finshed up his work. “Just you. So I guess that makes you special” he said before setting his needle down. He gently wiped over Yumas tattoo. His hand staying for just a beat longer before pulling away. “It’s all finshed you can take a look”.

Yuma set up and walked towards the mirror. His fingers gently trace over the tatto before grinning, “I love it you did a great job” he said. He turned back around and saw Jo admiring him. “Yeah it’s hot. Fits you perfectly” he said taking a step forward. Yuma smiled before leaning in “So am I gonna see you again? Not as a client this time?” Jo nodded briefly “I’d hope so. I would hate to miss out on seeing a pretty face again”

Yuma smiled before handing Jo his phone , getting his number. He headed to the front to leave but not before saying one final goodbye. He placed a soft kiss on Jo’s cheek before running out the door. Leaving Jo with bright red ears and a dumb grin on his face.

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Hi I hope this wasn’t a total waste of your time. I’m very new to writing fics and none are beta read so my apologies if something is messed up. Also let me know if this is a series worth continuing or if I should just leave it here!!!