Sweet || l.jn
Summary: Jeno promises he'll use "just the tip" Pairings: Lee Jeno x Reader Warnings: 18+, smut, dubcon, manipulation Wc: ~1.0k
Dark Content, Minors please DNI
Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.
You’re so sweet, like sugar melting on Jeno’s tongue. Your honeyed tongue and voice melting away all Jeno’s defenses, overwhelming his thoughts with the sweet thoughts of you. You’re so innocent, too, with wide eyes gazing up at him in admiration whenever he talks. Your sweet voice is like honey, always there by his side to congratulate and praise him.
It’s addictive, like the gummy candies Jeno’s so fond of, and Jeno just can’t get enough of you. He wants you for himself, to taste your sticky sweetness, to corrupt you so you drown in only thoughts of him.
But it’s apparent that you don’t feel the same way, only viewing him as a brother. Your affectionate gaze and kind words were followed by calling him adorable, by calling him the younger brother you never had. Jeno knows you mean well, but uncomfortable, even patronizing, for Jeno, who wants something much more from your friendship.
So Jeno comes up with a plan. You’re always so eager to help him right? You’re always weak to his pleading gaze and his pouting lips, never being able to say no when he asks something of you.
“Just the tip, please?” Jeno pleaded with you, eyes gazing up at you as you two sat on his shared bed. “I promise it’ll just be the tip. I’ll be gentle. I’ve just been so stressed with my schedule recently.”
You let out a sigh, shifting uncomfortably. Shaking your head and trying to change the conversation.
But Jeno doesn’t relent, begging and begging for him to fuck you, promising that it’ll just be the tip, saying that it’s for stress relief, that he hasn’t had the time to blow off some steam.
And so you relent, lying down and opening your legs to let Jeno sit between them.
Jeno tries to be gentle when he works you open, sticky lube dripping down his fingers and mixing with your essence. But it’s difficult when you look so cute trying to muffle your moans, biting your lip as Jeno continues to pleasure you, your hands clawing at the sheets trying to ground yourself from the pleasure. You look so cute with your cheeks flushed, and hair splayed out, shirt riding up to expose your chest. And fuck– you feel so nice around his fingers, so warm and tight. Jeno can’t stop imagining how amazing you’ll feel wrapped tightly around his cock.
It’s not long until Jeno becomes impatient, opting to keep his shirt on and only take off his bottoms. Jeno can tell you’re scared by the way you look at his length, eyes zeroed in on his hefty girth and length. It’s red throbbing and veiny, angry from being neglected while Jeno pleasured you. Jeno sees you bite the inside of your cheek in worry.
“Just the tip, right Jeno? You promised,” You ask, your voice shaky.
“Just the tip, I promise,” Jeno answers, pushing in the head of his length without warning.
You let out a yelp as Jeno pops in. The stretch burns, even with the prep Jeno had previously given you. It feels like no amount of prep would have prepared you for taking Jeno’s length.
The pain melts into pleasure as you begin to adjust to Jeno, pussy dripping around him, creating squelching as Jeno tries his best to control himself. Your eyes close as you begin to lose yourself in the pleasure. Jeno’s skillful, trying to make you feel as much pleasure as possible and minimize your discomfort.
Jeno lets out a groan. You feel much better and sweeter stretched around him than imagined, your fluttering hole struggling to take his tip. He thrusts in and out shallowly, eyes focused on where you two are connected, obsessed with how you seem to want to push him out and take him at the same time. You feel amazing around him, your warmth sucking him in, as if begging for him to give you everything.
“You can take more, right?” Jeno pants, speeding up his thrusts and feeding you more and more of his length.
You squirm and try to move away from him, discomfort spreading throughout your body. You let out a whine and shake your head trying to show that you don’t want him to go any further.
“Too much Jeno, you’re too big!” You whine, placing your hand on his pelvis in an attempt to stop him from thrusting into you. But it’s futile, as Jeno’s much stronger than you.
You don’t even realize you’re crying until hot tears drip down your cheeks and you let out a choked sob. Jeno’s thrusting roughly and harshly now, bashing his tip against your cervix almost as if he was trying to force it open and fuck your womb. It hurts more than it’s pleasurable, and you want more than anything else in the world for it to end. Jeno shushes you, running his thumb across your cheek to wipe away your tears, shushing you and your cries.
“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry– You just feel so good I can’t help myself. You were so warm and wet. Your insides were just begging for more, I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry–” Jeno rambles, trailing off into mumbles. Your hand moves back from his pelvis, opting to make a fist with your hand and dig your nails into the palms of your hands.
You let out a sniffle as Jeno does a particularly hard thrust, kissing your cervix and releasing hot warm, sticky cum into you. It fills you up to the brim, some cum leaking out from the where you two are attached, forming a creamy white ring around the base.
Jeno pulls back, admiring your wrecked body, your hair messy, your hole spent with his cum leaking out of it. And Jeno realizes he thinks you’re the sweetest when you let him use you like this.
