sizing it up

Genre: smut
Words: 1.494
Prompt: boyfriend Jeno x female reader

Warnings: size kink, toys, oral (f receiving), Jeno monster cock, size training, copious amount of dirty talk

A/N: Thank you to @actually-vl who literally just sent in an ask saying “size training with Jeno” and my mind ran with it :]
Special thanks to @horanghoe and the baby @flowerboykun for reading through this for meeee!

“Jeno~ Jeno, please. Come on,” you whined, your thighs trembling and threatening to close around your boyfriend lying between them on his stomach, “Please. Just the tip. I want it, please.”
“It won’t fit, baby,” he tried to soothe you, pressing a kiss to your clit that made you jerk away from him, the little bundle of nerves overly sensitive from how long he had already played with you. 
“It will. Please, I want it so bad,” you all but cried, throwing your head back in frustration.
“I don’t want to hurt you, angel. You know what happened last time when we tried.”

Objectively you still knew how much it had hurt and remembered really well that no matter how much lube you had used or how many praises Jeno had whispered at you, it simply would not fit. But subjectively you just really, really needed his stupidly big cock inside you right now and not some stupid plastic toy.
“Need it,” you hiccuped, burying your hands in his dark hair to tug at the soft strands to get your desperation across to your stubborn boyfriend, “Need you to be inside of me so fucking bad.”
“Fuck, baby,” Jeno cursed, fucking the dark blue toy faster inside you, twisting his wrist so it would drive exactly into the bundle of nerves that made you see stars and moan his name out loud.
“Wish it was my cock making you moan like that,” he sighed, busying his lips with messily sucking your clit between them, the taste of the cherry-flavored lube strong on his tongue and the slick sound the dildo was making loud in his ears.
“Please give it to me, fuck, Jeno,” you stuttered, the grip in his hair tightening as you felt the knot in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, “Wanna cum on your cock. I wanna feel it inside me so badly. Please. Please give it to me.”

In lieu of an answer, your boyfriend simply fucked the toy inside you as far as he was able to, the flared base sitting snug against your core. The sudden feeling of such utter and complete fullness had your nerve endings set alight, frying your brain as you threw your head back with a loud cry of pleasure as your legs shook around Jeno’s frame.
He on the other hand couldn’t take his eyes off of you, drinking in the sight of complete bliss on your beautiful features as he firmly held onto the base of the dildo to keep it in place. If he got to see you in such ecstasy over the pleasure he was able to make you feel with the plastic toy, he didn’t even mind that he wasn’t able to make you feel that with his cock instead which only throbbed painfully at the mere thought of eventually being wrapped up in your tight heat. Biting his tongue to keep a row of profanities from slipping, Jeno slowly kissed his way up your body instead, keeping his lips pressed to your skin to worship every centimeter he was passing.
“Hmmm, how does that feel, baby?” Jeno rasped into your ear before he gently bit into the shell, his strong body radiating heat where he had you caged against the mattress.
“So full. Feel so full,” you blabbered breathlessly as if you were able to feel the dildo up in your throat.
“That already makes you feel full, princess?” Jeno went on, raking his teeth down your pulse and over the bruises he couldn’t stop himself from sucking onto your skin before, leaving goosebumps in his wake that had you shiver. To emphasize his words, he barely pushed and pulled the toy inside you, grinding it as deep inside you as it would go.
“So full,” you sobbed, a single tear rolling down your cheek when he lowered his body down onto yours, letting you feel the full length of his cock as he gently rutted against you.
“You’re not ready for it yet,” he whispered, his voice sounding more strained than before as he stained the skin of your stomach with his precum. Jeno’s self-control was only so strong and having you trembling and moaning beneath him took its toll on him to the point where he just had to take some of the edge off or he swore he’d just explode.
“But I want it.”
“I know you do, baby. I know you just want to be fucked stupid on my big cock.”
“Jeno, please,” you whined, trying to convince him by wrapping your legs around him, completely forgetting that that would dislodge the dildo still inside you so it easily slipped back out, staining the towel laid out beneath you even more. 

“Oh baby,” Jeno only chuckled darkly when colorful curses and moans fell past your lips, your core clenching around nothing and begging him to fill it up with his fingers or his cock.
“Want it,” you pouted, reaching between your bodies to wrap a hand around his cock, jerking it slowly even if you couldn’t fully close your fist around him, “And I know you want it too.”
“And I will fuck you when you’re ready for it,” he groaned when you guided the tip of his cock to your dripping core, teasing yourself and him alike. And god, how badly he simply wanted to thrust his hips forward right now to bury himself in your tight heat. But seeing you cry over his cock not out of pleasure but out of pain once was already one time too often in his book and he never wanted to make you cry like that ever again. Not if he could help it.
“But I want it now,” you argued, pressing your hips up against him, the pressure against your entrance already feeling better than what any toy ever had.
“It won’t fit like this,” he gritted out between his teeth, his eyes screwed shut and teeth digging into his lower lip, the pain keeping him grounded so he wouldn’t simply give in and just shove his cock inside you.
“Just the tip,” you purred, slapping the fat head of his cock against your wetness.
“I’ll hurt you, stop it.”
“It’s not that much bigger than the toy.”
“Oh?” That comment had Jeno snap his eyes open, a mischievous sparkle in them, “It’s not?” 

“Jen- wha-“
“Shhh,” he shushed you when he leaned back, quickly grabbing something from your bedside table as well as from the box you stored all your toys in.
“Listen closely, darling,” Jeno rasped, sitting back on his haunches, “This,” he grabbed the dildo he had just fucked you with, still glistening with your essence and the lube alike, and aligned it with your body, “Is how deep that just went.” To emphasize, he unscrewed the lipstick he must have grabbed from the nightstand and drew a line on your lower stomach.
“And this,” he grinned as he lined up his cock right next to the mark, “This is the real deal.”
Shit. The mark he drew on reached just past your belly button.
“And now, I’ll fuck you with this until you scream for me,” Jeno spoke lowly, showing you the pink dildo he had grabbed from the box which was somewhere between the other toy and his cock in terms of length and thickness. Bigger than anything he had fucked you with before and it made your heartbeat pick up because it meant that you were one step closer to having his cock actually inside you. 

“Give it some more time and you’ll get my cock to stretch you open like that,” he promised darkly, intently watching your face for any sign of discomfort as he slowly fucked the new toy inside you, imagining how your face would screw up when it was finally his cock stretching you open.
“So big,” you groaned, harshly gripping onto his biceps.
“We can always go back to the smaller one,” Jeno immediately tried to soothe you, pressing sweet kisses on your cheeks. After all, his number one priority was to make you feel good and if he’d have to wait a little longer before your body was able to accept him, he was okay with that.
“No. No, I want this one,” you immediately argued, taking a deep breath to get rid of the tension in your body, knowing that it didn’t help with the stretch.
“Such a good girl for me,” your boyfriend started to shower you in praise, slowly moving the toy to get you used to the size while kissing down your body again, paying extra attention to your sensitive areas. 

“Jeno,” you gasped, arching into his every touch.
“Relax for me,” was the only thing he said before going back to kiss and lick your clit while slowly working up a rhythm with the toy that had you moaning and begging for more in no time at all.

(it’s nice) to have a friend | one

SYNOPSIS. Best friends since childhood just don’t become lovers overnight. Sometimes, there are speed bumps along the way. One is that you are secretly in love with Jeno who is smitten with someone else, more specifically, your pretty roommate. And the other is that he asked you to be his fake girlfriend in order to gain your roommate’s attention. No other sane person would say yes to a situation like this but then again, you weren’t sane, to begin with. In situations like this, you wonder how much of a fool you were with going through this plan. In situations like this, Lee Jeno thinks it’s quite nice to have a friend like you. 

PAIRING.best friend!Lee Jeno x female!reader
GENRE. College!AU | Fake Dating!AU | Childhood Friends-to-Lovers!AU | Idiots-to-Lovers!AU | Slight Angst | Fluff
WARNINGS.food (croissant) consumption, drinks (coffee) consumption
WORD COUNT. 1.3k+

heartbreak prince | you are in love | cruel summer | how you get the girl

You’re halfway through your first semester of college and you are stillnot a morning person. You have had difficulty waking up in the morning since you were a kid; because you weren’t living at home anymore, Lee Jeno had the honor of being your daily wake-up call. It should’ve been your sweet roommate’s job but Choi Ara’s voice wasn’t enough to keep your eyes open. Jeno, on the other hand, could make his voice boom throughout the room if he wanted to. Being someone who was at your side since you were eight, he had done it many times before in the past. You could recall the countless times he did it during the weekends while growing up, his voice ringing in your ear as he shoved you off the bed. 

Now, it’s a little different. One word out of his mouth—whether soft or loud—and your eyelids are fluttering open. Maybe it’s because you’re used to his voice.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

Or maybe, it’s because you love him. 

Deep in your sleep, you didn’t hear or feel the vibrations of your phone when he texted you. You didn’t hear the sound of your dorm room swinging open or your roommate greeting him with a smile. But you did hear him. Just him.

You rub the sleep away from your eyes as you stretch and try to adjust to how bright the room is. The lights are on and Ara is humming away by her makeshift vanity on top of her dresser. Like always, she looks pretty and you can’t help but frown at how effortlessly gorgeous she is in a crewneck, biker shorts, and a cap.  You shouldn’t feel this way but you’re secretly filled with envy. The insecurities inside you continue to build up as your eyes remain on her.

The trance you’re in is broken by someone clearing their throat. “I said, good morning, beautiful,” a deep voice calls from your open door. 

Your head turns and lands on Jeno—who like your equally beautiful roommate—looks effortlessly handsome. His hair is neatly styled and his defined chest is covered by a button-down shirt; you hold back a swoon. In his hands is a cup of coffee—medium roast, hazelnut creamer, and three Splendas—and a croissant, your usual order from the cafe down the block. It had been your order since high school; it was almost impossible for Jeno to get it wrong. 

The boyish grin he wears combined with the sass in his words makes you roll your eyes from underneath the hoodie you wore. Your best friend’s hoodie to be exact, one that had his name and old high school ice hockey jersey number printed on the back. Back during your senior year, he had lent it to you for Senior Night. The tradition was for a senior’s significant other to wear it during the game to show support. Since he had none, it had been handed to you. It was also a favorite of yours, so instead of asking for it back, Jeno merely let you take it home and never return it. Besides, the player thought you looked cute with the hood thrown up and the strings tied in a bow to keep your head warm in the arena. Why would he take back something that only highlighted your cuteness?

“Feel far from that but thanks for the coffee, Jen,” you reply with a yawn that you cover with a sweater paw. 

You slip out of bed and take the coffee from his hands. The boy leans against the door frame, watching you as you take a long sip of the caffeinated delight you held in your palms.

“You’re welcome,” he whispers as he pushes your messy hair out of your face. The action makes you hum.

“You are a godsend,” you sigh as the warmth takes over your body. You can already feel the caffeine kicking in to wake you up. 

Jeno chuckles, the sound of his lower register making your heart slow down for a moment and speed up the next. He kisses your temple in the sweetest way and you lean into his comforting side as he does so. The press of his soft lips lingers long enough for your roommate to see when she leaves the room to head to her first class of the day.

“Wow, wish I had a cute boy to bring me coffee in the morning,” Ara dramatically sighs with her book bag in hand as Jeno pulls you closer into a good morning hug. 

You find yourself snuggling into his firm chest, basking in his scent. The fabric of his button-down shirt cools your heated face and you want to remain in this position. His arms always feel like a safe haven to you but the sound of his rapid heartbeat tears that feeling of security away. You bite your lip harshly as it grows faster and faster; the iron taste of blood mixes with your sweetened coffee. 

“I have a couple of cute guys you could be interested in!” you yell down the hall. Ara simply raises a manicured middle finger while walking away, the length of her ponytail swinging with each step she takes.

As soon as your roommate is out of sight, Jeno lets you go and wordlessly hands you your warm croissant. Another frown takes over your bleeding lip as his gaze lingers on the door Ara just walked through. 

“Do you think Ara bought it?” he asks as he rips his sight from her disappearing figure. 

“I mean, she’s clearly jealous of us,” you reply as you take a bite out of your croissant. “Ten points to us, I guess.”

“Do you think this will work?” 

You open the door to fully let him into your room. Jeno follows behind you, kicking the door closed with his foot. “No, I think this is the stupidest plan in the entire universe. There are other ways to make a girl notice you, you know.”

“Yeah but you went with my stupid plan anyway,” Jeno replies cheekily as he plops onto your soft bed.

He hugs one of your pillows, infiltrating your space with his signature scent, and closes his eyes. His hair flops backward to uncover his forehead and the sun hits his handsome, almost princely face so perfectly that your eyes have no choice but to follow his every move. With each second your stare lingers on his features, your heart forms another crack. It had been breaking for a while now, the reason being the person in front of you: your best friend, the prince of your imaginary fairy tale, and the secret owner of your heart.

“Well then, I guess I’m just as stupid as you are, Lee Jeno,” you say with a smile that only showcases how deeply your heart is aching. 

No other person can go along with his idiotic plan. Then again, it wouldn’t have been believable any other way. You’re one of the only girls Jeno was close to. He never showed any interest in the past in others and the other girl he shared close relations with, Yeeun, is like an older sister to him more than anything else. 

The thing is you went along with his stupid because you’re stupidly in love with your best friend. As desperate as this sounds, if fake dating Lee Jeno is the only way you can have him as your own for a little bit, then you’ll gladly take it. At least he is yours to hold so terribly near for a while. 

“At least we can be stupid together.”

At least he is yours.

“Yeah,” you laugh, taking another sip of your coffee to disguise the bitterness seeping through your lips. Your mother always told you that if you played stupid games, then it would result in stupid prizes. You finally understand what she meant. “Together.”

>back to the masterlist 

TAGLIST.@keemburley@johtenrecs@emmybyeakitty@sokkigarden@bat-shark-repellant@suhnnyskiess@shiningjaehyun@taeyongslilkitty@ferxanda@neowritingsnet@czennienet​@ppangjae @ankathi-a​​

AUTHOR’S NOTE. Here’s the first part of my four (maybe, five) part series <3 I hope y’all enjoy it! I decided to re-write it because I noticed that my writing has improved over the years and there was so much more to add to that little timestamp <3

©sehunniepotwrites, 2022

water fountain

pairings: lee donghyuck x reader, na jaemin x reader

genre/s:suggestive, angst

warnings: suggestive content

word count: 0.8k

a/n: a little surprise lolol, hope you enjoy!

tags:@neowritingsnet@czennienet@kpopscape@nct-writers@culture-cafe@ultkpopnetwork

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Stars glow bewitchingly under the noxious night, enchanting anyone under its gleam. In the serenade of late night’s dim glimmer, the stars act as a choir; singing in infinite patterns.

The extravagant Chevrolet Corvette stays parked exquisite, allowing heads to steal glances as it appears deluxe; proving that luxury is a definite thief of scrutiny.

Graciously, Donghyuck grabs you by the hips; pulling your delicate body in as you fall breathlessly onto his figure. The Lee catches your plumped lips in his after brief departure, despising any loss of physical contact. He repeatedly leaves honeyed whispers into your ear, allowing your breath to get stuck up your throat in bewilderment.

Donghyuck holds your body tighter inside his arms, guiding your body towards the Chevrolet Corvette’s back seat as it is more spacious in comparison to the passenger seat.

Your hands find their way towards his soft locks, plunking them eagerly as your lips move together messily; not exactly in concurrence. Donghyuck’s hands continuously travel on your exquisitely breathtaking body, feeling every inch of it on top of his own.

“My phone-” You whisper breathily as the bothersome noise of your phone ringing agitates you both. Donghyuck lets out a groan in grievance, stretching out his arm in order to reach for your phone; acknowledging that it could be extensive.

“Who is it?” You ask as he stares at the caller id, letting out a chuckle afterwards.

“Na is calling, cute.” Donghyuck states as a smile out of mockery commences to play on his face.

“Did you have a date or something?” He questions gravelly, dropping your phone onto the passenger seat as his lips find their way back onto yours.

You throw your head back as his lips come in contact with your bare neck, one of his hands rests on your hip as the other fiddles with the hem of your top.

You hardly succeed in letting out a “Yeah” since Donghyuck’s lips sucking on your neck don’t exactly allow you to put together meaningful words.

“You’re bad.” Donghyuck whispers on top of your lips as he reaches towards your phone once again, switching it to silent mode.

“Tell me about it.” You roll your eyes, stating one last time before the phone is long forgotten.

The two of you focus all of your attention on each other for the night inside the Chevrolet Corvette, bodies pressed tightly onto each other. You feel exceedingly captivated by the burnette, much more than you would like to admit. From the way his body delicately dances on top of yours to the way your name easily slips between his lips. Everything about Lee Donghyuck is more than enchanting and you seem to lose yourself under his spell even more as time passes, melting into every touch.

Though, things don’t feel as euphoric for the Na. A bouquet of dazzling red roses sit loosely inside his grip, about to fall any moment. Jaemin stands still in front of a water fountain, the water fountain you had told him to meet up with you just hours prior.

His expression is dull, no emotion seems visible yet he feels as though tears can stream down his face any second if someone ever slightly touches his figure.

Na Jaemin is absolutely broken. He blames himself for falling in so deep to the point where he has no idea how to get up.

You were the one who reached out. You were the one who told him to wait for you by the water fountain, where you had first confessed your love for him.

Oh, Jaemin swears that he would give up anything and everything to go back to those times. To the times where you visibly held so much adoration for him. To the times when his love received some type of reaction, some type of response.

I guess this is the reality of life, he whispers the bitter truth to himself as the tears he had been holding in for so long finally escape his eyes, coming in contact with his cheeks.

By now, Na Jaemin drops the bouquet made of alluring red roses onto the ground. He is crying, he really is crying because of you. The Na feels pathetic, absolutely pathetic. Yet he can’t seem to help it. He can’t seem to put a stop to the tears falling from his eyes.

That day, his hope gets destroyed. His plans of confessing the amount of adoration he holds for you get crashed.

Na Jaemin couldn’t tell you he loved you by the water fountain, though his tears sure were an accompaniment to the water falling out of the fountain.

After all, water fountains are always crying. How could he have expected to live through a pleasant experience with you in front of a broken water fountain?