#im cryin

jay!bf × sensitive!reader genre: angst, comfort, apology, fluff warnings: arguing, crying, anxiety

The argument wasn't even about anything huge.

At least, that's what Jay thought.

"You always take things so personally!" he snapped, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

You flinched.

It wasn't the words alone. It was the tone.

Jay saw your expression fall, but he was too angry to stop himself.

"And I'm so fucking tired of walking on eggshells every time we argue."

The second those words left his mouth, regret hit him.

But his pride got there first.

"Whatever," he muttered, grabbing his jacket. "I need air."

The front door slammed.

And suddenly—

The house was silent.

You stood there for a few seconds, staring at the door.

Your chest hurt.

Jay didn't mean it.

...Right?

But your brain wasn't listening.

"Tired of walking on eggshells."

"You take things personally."

"I need air."

You slowly sank to the floor, hugging your knees tightly.

Maybe you really were too much.

Maybe Jay was finally getting sick of you crying easily, overthinking everything, needing reassurance all the time.

Your eyes burned.

You rubbed them harshly.

"No," you whispered to yourself. "Stop crying. Stop it."

But the tears came harder.

You moved to the corner of the living room, curling up against the wall where it felt smaller, safer somehow.

An anxious habit returned—you nervously bit at your fingernail, barely noticing it as your thoughts spiraled.

What if he didn't come back?

What if he regretted dating you?

What if—

The sound of keys jingling made your heart stop.

Jay froze.

The lights were dim.

And there you were.

Curled up in the corner, eyes red and puffy, shoulders shaking.

His stomach dropped.

"Baby..."

You quickly looked away.

Jay's chest physically hurt.

Because this—

This was his fault.

He crouched down slowly in front of you.

"Hey," he said softly.

You didn't answer.

"Can you look at me?"

A tiny shake of your head.

Jay closed his eyes for a second.

He hated himself.

"I'm sorry."

Nothing.

"I'm so fucking sorry."

Your lip trembled.

"You meant it," you whispered.

Jay's eyes widened immediately.

"No."

"You said you're tired of me."

"I'm not."

"You said—"

"I said something awful because I was angry," he interrupted gently. "And I regret it more than anything."

You finally looked at him.

And Jay nearly cried himself.

Your face was all tear-stained, eyes swollen, looking at him like you expected him to leave again.

He slowly sat beside you on the floor.

"I am not tired of you."

His voice was firm.

"You're sensitive, yeah."

A fresh tear rolled down your cheek.

Jay quickly shook his head.

"No, listen to me."

He carefully took your hand.

"Being sensitive doesn't make you difficult."

"Right."

"No."

He squeezed your fingers.

"It means you feel things deeply."

You sniffled.

"But I cry over everything."

"So what?" Jay said softly. "Then I'll hand you tissues every damn time."

A tiny laugh escaped you.

Success.

Jay smiled sadly.

"I should've never left like that."

You looked down.

"I thought you wouldn't come back."

Jay immediately wrapped his arms around you.

You stiffened for a second before melting into him.

"Never."

He pressed his cheek against your hair.

"You hear me?"

You nodded weakly.

"I was angry," he admitted. "But I never stop loving you when I'm angry."

That sentence shattered whatever walls you had left.

You buried your face into his hoodie and cried.

And Jay just held you.

No complaints.

No impatience.

Just rubbing circles on your back while whispering,

"I'm here."

"I'm sorry."

"I've got you."

Over and over.

Until your breathing steadied.

Until your hands stopped trembling.

Until you finally believed him.

And later that night, when you apologized for "being too emotional," Jay frowned and gently flicked your forehead.

"Don't say that shit."

You blinked.

He pulled you closer.

"You feel a lot."

He kissed the top of your head.

"And I'm gonna love all of it."

choso request (and finished) for my beautiful homegirl eli

warning : 18+ - crying - whimpering - overstimulation - praise - overwhelming - size difference - subchoso - dom!user - no plot just smut - choso finishing inside -

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cho was so, so, overstimulated. “mmph— 𝘩-𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘩𝘩𝘩.. b-baaby pl-pleasee— i-imm gonna cumm..” choso sputters, whimpering under you. he's horny, he's erect— throbbing, your still riding him. “mm- c-choso— y-you don't know how... how big you really a-are h-huhh? thats okay b-babyy... just stay under me.. j-jus like that..” choso whimpers.

it only took one bounce, just once, before choso looks up at you, grabbing your waist for dear life. he's so needy with the grab, your palms on his shoulders, on top of him. it only took that for him to break in a fit of sobs.

𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧. 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧. 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧.

you look down, giggling. “c-cho? are you.. crying?” you giggle out, still riding. “n-no baby it jus'.. it feels like im getting the a-air knocked out'ta me every time y-you move like that..” he says, finally sitting up and wrapping hid arms around your waist while you ride.

“y-yeah? su'cha good boy. stay still for me, yeah?”

“y-yeah— you really m-mean it? im y-your good boy?” your heart aches. “yes cho, your my good boy. now stay still.” you keep. riding, “h-haaah—” choso sputters, just pussy drunk. the noise your cunt is makig against his pelvis is just absolutely filthy, so wet. “b-baby s-stopp— im gonna finish insidee— p-pleasee—” he begs, but your still riding him. your not letting up, “cho— you can take it can't you? your a good boy, right?” you whisper in hid ear, and he groans. before a load of hot, white, liquid spurts out inside you. dripping out and onto your thighs. “i-im so sorry baby, i didn't mean t-”