(every night) got you running in circles, i know (touchin’ me) get your paws off my dolce cologne — hush, the marías
⤷ ゛jake has always been prone to crying, no matter the situation. ˎˊ˗
top!jake x bottomfem!reader ──── smut, pwop, mdni ⟡ jake cries (dacryphilia), reader cries a lil bit, jake cums first but don’t worry he’s not selfish, jake moans and whines, there’s no explicit dom/sub dynamics, they’re both a lil subby if anything, but jake is the one laying pipe and reader is the one taking it so, overstimulation, cursing, established relationship, jake is referred to as ‘yunnie’ and ‘jaeyun’ like once, jake calls reader ‘baby’, unprotected sex (don’t do this), jake finishes inside reader (don’t do this even more), gets a bit fluffy at the end for like two sentences / 1k wc
a/n: i need me a man that’ll whine and cry while putting me through the mattress 🤤 GIVE ME MORE MEN THAT MOAN LET IT OUT PLEASE ITS HOT also ty guys SO much for 1k notes on my jungwon post !! it means a lot ♡ enhypen is 7 and f belift
jake had always been the soft type. the type of man to cry over cute puppies at the animal shelter; to coo at the sight of an old couple out on a date; to sob when he was buried to the hilt in your tight cunt.
well that last one doesn’t seem to line up with the first two, but given that jake is currently buried balls deep inside of you, it’s not like you can think of much else other than the heavy drag of his cock against your walls.
“f-fuck. oh fuck, baby,” jake’s voice cracks with each hard thrust he delivers into you, his hips stuttering like his body is trying to decide between going harder and stopping altogether because it just feels so overwhelmingly good. jake’s arms slide around your waist and under your back to clutch you close to his chest, his forehead dropping down to your shoulder as his weight pins you to the mattress.
“jake—hng!—yunnie, please!” you moan into his ear as your arms fly up to cling onto his shoulders, your nails dragging across the bare skin of his back and drawing a hiss from between his teeth. each push of his cock drags his pelvis against your clit, the motion making your eyes roll into the back of your head.
“‘m sorry. ‘m sorry, baby. fuck! god, you feel so good,” jake praises, his whiny voice and broken moans making your stomach flip and your gummy walls clench down around him. “shit, don’t-don’t do that..”
yours and jake’s joint moans are nearly enough to cover the lewd squelching of your soaked cunt and wet slap of skin against skin. by now, you’re sure that anyone within a mile radius of you could hear you and jake going at it like rabbits.
jake’s face slides from your shoulder to press into the pillow right by your head in an attempt to quiet himself down. you can still hear his moans, the filthy, muffled sounds making the nerves all across your body light up.
“hhnnng,” jake lets out a pathetic sounding whine as he slowly drags his forehead back to your warm shoulder.
it only takes a second for the feeling of something wet slowly dripping onto the skin of your neck grabs your attention. “j-jake?”
a loud sob is all you get in response, his body shaking as his hips don’t stop moving. “fuck. fuck it’s too good, too good,”
jake blabs incoherently, his brain too far gone to form proper sentences by now. his thrusts seem to get rougher, his hips shoving you up the mattress with each kiss of his tip against your cervix. the sensation makes your jaw drop open and your eyes roll back into your head as tears prick the corner of them. he pulls himself back from your shoulder. his face is flushed a pretty pink, his normally soft, fluffy brown hair is sticking to his forehead from sweat, and his cheeks are littered with tears. your cunt clenches down hard despite knowing the sight shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does.
“fuck, i’m cumming, i’m cumming! fuck, fuck, fuck!” jake’s chin falls to his chest and his eyes squeeze shut as his plump lips fall open in a long groan. his hips pump his cock into you a few more times before he freezes up and buries himself to the hilt completely. he throws his head back, the action exposing the bump of his adam’s apple and the sharp line of his jaw.
jake’s hips grind against your folds to milk himself of the last of his release. you can feel his tip leaking into you, his cum warming your lower stomach and drawing soft whimpers from your lips. you think he’s done, but the second he stops cumming his hips are back at it.
“c-cum… fuck, you gotta cum too, baby. god, please cum, please cum, please cum,” he’s overstimulating himself for your sake, his body twitching with sobs from the slight pain that bleeds into something addictive.
“yunnie!” you yelp. “oh fuuuck, jaeyun,”
jake’s fingers dig into the plush skin of your waist, his hands dragging you down to meet his thrusts. you can feel his hands twitch, clenching and unclenching into your flesh as if your body is the vessel for his sanity and he’s trying to cling onto the last bit of it.
“jaeyun! mmph, ‘m close, ‘m so close,” you gasp out, your head lolling back against the pillow as a few stray tears escape down the side of your face. jake looks just as wrecked as you—if not more—his tears dripping onto your stomach and cries ripping from his throat.
“uh, uh, uh! yunnie!” you chant out his name, your hands flying up to cling to his vein covered forearms as your orgasm crashes over you quite quickly thanks to the image of him crying over your body.
jake tries his best to fuck you through as much of your orgasm as he can, making sure you’ve finished creaming his cock before his body decides it can’t keep up anymore, his arms giving way as he collapses onto you.
no words are exchanged: just faint panting and small sniffles as both of you try to catch your breath. the feeling of your chests pushing against the other with each rise and fall of your breathing helps bring a sense of emotional connection in addition to the literal, physical connection of your bodies. jake’s large hands slowly smooth along the bare skin of your waist as your fingers comb through the locks of his hair. slowly, you help soothe each other down from the intensity of your climaxes.
when jake finally seems to clear enough of the fog out of his head, he pulls his face from your neck and smiles boyishly at you, the sight warm and familiar. he wastes no time pressing sweet kisses all along the skin of your face, leaving no spot untouched. you giggle and squirm around slightly, but let your eyes flutter shut to revel in his innocent affection nonetheless.
your boyfriend is so soft. you almost feel bad for wanting to see him cry like that again.