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teasteeper · 3 days

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baby don't cry (c.j)

pairing: bf!jiung x f!reader

genre: smut 18+ mdni

warnings: crying, dacryphilia, bruises, pinv

words: 0.7k

a/n: first exam tomorrow (today actually.. it's past midnight) but i can't stop thinking about him ;c my first time writing jiung hehe enjoy xo p.s. i hope i made you proud @xhdream <3

you've always had such a hard time controlling your emotions, feeling heat rush to your cheeks and tears brim your eyes at any minor inconvenience. the smallest things made you feel so defeated, needing someone to put the pieces back together. luckily you have jiung, who lives to make it all better for you.

as much as he loves wiping your warm tear-streaked cheeks with the pad of his thumb and watching the corners of your mouth turn up as he whispers sweet things in your ear, another part of him perks when he senses you're about to break. to jiung, there's something so sweet in your expression of initial shock, those few seconds where your eyes get wide as you try to hold back tears, and how you always fail, lips jutting out in a pout before fat tears start rolling down your cheeks.

"jiunggg" your voice on the verge of tears makes him look up from his computer. one of your hands is extended towards his face, showing him four manicured nails and one broken one — the same nails he spent last night painting for you, "it broke"

and there's that pretty, heartbroken look on your face, pouty lips and glassy eyes. his heart swells in his chest at the way you look at him expectantly, how much you rely on him to fix everything. he didn't understand when you told him about your previous relationships, how your other partners found your neediness a burden. it might be jiung's favourite thing about you — he's dreamed of a girl like you, who follows him around like a puppy and needs him like she needs air to breathe.

"come here, baby. let me see" he doesn't ever coo at you, always calm and collected in contrast to your distress. "don't cry, pretty girl" he says without meaning it, his lips turning up in a lopsided grin as your tears start to fall. he guides you to straddle his lap, big hands smoothing up and down your sides as your sobs wrack your frame.

maybe it's the way you can't control yourself, your chest heaving against his broad one, arms wrapped around his shoulders and head buried in his neck, your gasps brushing his skin. maybe it's the way you're hyper-sensitive to his touch, your hiccups turning to soft whines as his slender fingers sneak under your shirt. you attach your lips to his neck, soothing yourself by getting him as close as possible, pressing your hips down to press your tummy against him.

maybe it's how vulnerable you get, mentally exhausted and physically malleable. maybe the blood rushing to jiung's cock is just an indicator of what you need to calm down, and not just an indicator of how much he likes seeing you cry. that's what he tells himself anyway as he carries you to bed, maneuvering your limbs out of your clothes and pushing your knees apart.

his gaze is set on your face when he eases his cock into you. maybe the fresh tears on your cheeks shouldn't turn him on as much as they do, but he can't help but think you look like he's already fucked you, your cheeks flushed and pupils wide, looking at him like he's the only person you see. he can't hold back the deep groan that leaves his chest as he bottoms out in your heat, slick walls squeezing him so tight. his pace is slow but unrelenting, pulling small breathy whines from you between your sniffles, sounding around the room with the steady beat of his hips against the backs of your thighs.

you're so perfect for him like this, jiung thinks, your puffy lips parting without hesitation as he pushes his thumb into your mouth, your moans getting muffled as you suck around the digit. and when he bends his neck down to bring his lips to your chest, sucking and nipping harshly to mark your skin, you just take it without so much as a few high pitches mewls. the bruises he leaves on your skin match your flushed cheeks and bloodshot eyes, and he's left slack-jawed as he finishes with you, wondering how your sweet sensitivity could ever burden anyone — his perfect girl.