Guys I’m Feeling Really Unmotivated Atm

you were a blubbering mess, crying your heart out when you heard that TF - 141 had been ambushed. You paced your house, gripping your hair and almost pulling it out. You couldn’t stop your sobs, tears covering your cheeks. What if Ghost was dead? No - you couldn’t think like that, Ghosts couldn’t die…not your Ghost.

hours later, you still had small tears fall from your eyes, but they started again completely when you saw him walk through your door. He stalked into the house, shutting the door behind him. You shot up from the couch and stared at him, your sobs filling the room. He had no reaction apart from pulling you close to his body.

his slightly chapped lips suckled on your clit, he hadn’t been able to get your tears to stop. He kept apologizing, hugging you and leaving little kisses on your forehead. But when none of it worked, he lifted up your nightdress and pulled away your panties. He’s been between your thighs for a while now, taking it all nice and slow, licking your swollen clit, plunging his tongue into your pussy every now and again. But you wouldn’t stop crying. You were relieved he was home and safe, between your thighs again, licking up your juices that were only ever for him.

he nipped at your clit, keeping his pace slow. That wasn’t enough for you. You grabbed both his hands and intertwined your fingers together. He looked up at you with his dark brown eyes, the black paint around his eyes was smudged. When you looked down at him through your teary eyes, you came undone. Your hips rocking across his face to help yourself ride out your orgasm.

when you were finally done, he pushed himself up, laying down on top of you, strong and scarred arms wrapping around you. He buried his head into your chest as you buried your nose into his hair. He whispered soft apologies to you again. Your eyes slowly drooping from the amount of stress you had put yourself through and the amazing orgasm you just had.

“I have more issues than I could possibly count. And on my worse days, I’ll go from happy to sad in seconds. I won’t always like myself, and sometimes I’ll even assume you don’t like me either. I’ll push you away and I might even drive you insane. But I promise you this, nobody could ever even think about loving you as much as I do. Forgive me, love.”

Hi y’all

I’m leaving for the week to do some fun shit as a pre birthday thingy, so I most likely won’t be posting anything for the next week, but I will try to get some small things out every once in a while if possible!!

requests for Jungkook are open again :)

Me too !! I love the story a lot and also how quick you update 😭

Tysm💕

I’ve been having a lot of fun with it so I post one part and almost immediately start the next!

Can I get a mafia Namjoon and Fem reader Birthday smut age gap like 29 and 23 please 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

I’m absolutely loving your asks! I saw this and was like, done.

Warnings: age gap, smut, lingerie, oral sex (make receiving), choke on that dick!!!, cream pie, namjoon being pussy whipped 🥹

18+ ONLY

You weren’t sure how it all started, but what you did know was that you were now on your knees for the birthday boy. He was holding your hair, pulling you down onto his cock, making you choke and slobber on his dick. He was the birthday boy after all!

It started with you dressing yourself up in a beautiful and sexy red set of lingerie, that left almost nothing to the imagination. That’s how you ended up here. Your boyfriend’s dick down your throat, making him a groaning and moaning mess.

“That’s right, take it like a good slut.” He almost growled out, being so fucked out that it was hard to control any kind of reaction he had. The wet sounds of your mouth on his cock was only egging him on even more. The more you were on your knees for him, the more his ego would grow. Only because he knew you’d do anything for him.

You pulled back, a string of spit connecting your lips to the swollen tip of his hard-on. “My knees hurt, joonie…” whimpering, you shifted on the floor, staring up at him as if you were an obedient puppy.

Namjoon held your hands and helped you up, making you sit over his lap. “Does it feel better now, darling,” he asked softly, gently rubbing your knees.

You nod your head, already grinding on his cock. He let out a low moan, guiding your hips to move you faster. He needed this. He craved this. His hips jump up a little, trying to get more of your slick on himself. Gently, he helped position you into your hands and knees, kneeling behind you. You were able to feel the tip of his dick being rubbed between your folds, teased at your opening. “Joonie, please…”

“Please what, princess?” He asked, slapping his dick over your clit.

“Please fuck me…” you begged, not wanting to have a punishment. You wanted to be on your best behaviour for him. He deserved it! You were his good girl. His one and only. Pushing his cock in, you could feel the stretch of your walls. No matter how much he stretched you out before hand, you were never truly prepared for him. You whined at the feeling of him in you, it wasn’t your birthday, but it sure was a present! Pumping slowly in and out of you, he’d let you adjust to the sudden stretch, Once you were okay with the feeling, he would speed up, making the sound of skin slapping together echo off the walls.

It wasn’t too soon before he felt it, the tightening in his stomach. The clenching of your walls. The euphoria that came with the sudden orgasm. He rode out his high, pumping you full of his cum. When he pulled out, he could see his own cum dripping out of your cunt. His cum mixed with your juices looked like absolute heaven to him. You turned around and felt weak in the knees, giving him a gentle kiss, you whispered to him “Happy birthday, joonie…I love you.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he felt your body lean against his, “I love you so much more, princess.”

it is proven that majority of women can’t orgasm from intercourse alone. So imagine reader who can’t make herself cum, no matter how she touches her swollen little bud.

it’s becoming more annoying as you keep trying, different speeds, pressures, and angles, but nothing seems to work for you! It’s gotten to the point where you’ve quite frankly given up on even touching yourself. You’ve tried for so long, yet always get nothing.

so imagine telling Simon when he asks you, oh so kindly when on deployment, to touch yourself with him to make you both feel good. The silence over the phone when you say you can’t.

“What?”

“I just can’t. I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t work for me.”

“‘Ave ya-?”

“I’ve done everything, Simon! I can’t, okay?”

it was clear that this was something that you weren’t comfortable with talking about. It made you upset that you didn’t “function correctly” like other women. So the night Simon came home, he greeted you with a soft kiss. There wasn’t any harsh underlying emotion, just soft and sweet love. His large and calloused hands would cup your cheeks and look at your eyes, watching the slight confusion slip into your gaze.

now laying against his sturdier chest, looking at yourself in the mirror with him behind you, you knew what was happening. He gently pulled down your sleeping pants, taking his time to let his fingertips brush against every inch of your thighs, all the way down to your ankles. And soon enough, off came your panties too. He started by admiring the slight glistening of your slick right by your entrance, using his fingers to gently dip into the fluid that he loved. Dragging his fingers upwards, he brought his fingertips to the side of your clit, letting your slick be the lube for his fingers.

Simon looked at you through the mirror, keeping eye contact as his fingers pressed onto your clit. The gasp that left your lips was sudden, almost reaching down to grab his wrist, but stopping when he gave you a stern warning look. Everything felt different - his touch felt electrifying, while yours felt like watching paint dry. Why was it so different? Your eyes fluttered shut, head resting on his shoulder when he started speeding up his small circular motion. Your thighs spread a little more, shuddering when you felt a build up in your lower tummy. That burn you never felt unless you used a toy, the burn you got before you were clouded with euphoria; it was coming. You let out small squeaks and whimpers as your hips lifted and you came undone. Usually that’s when you’d stop, let your body just relax, but Simon kept a firm hand across your torso, using his leg to keep yours pinned down so he could still rub you till complete satisfaction.

once his movements slowed and he was panting along with you slightly, he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, looking at your eyes through the mirror again.

“I don’t care what time of day it is, if ye need t’cum, y’tell me and I’ll help, love. Alrigh’?”

you mustered a small nod, droopy eyes falling to the wet and sticky mess between your thighs, and the lovely hands that helped you along the way.

The only time Price would take off his boonie, is when he puts it on your head when he fucks you.

RESULTS ARE IN

Seems like you guys wanted a happy/smutty ending for tattooed hearts and I shall deliver. If it doesn’t come out this weekend, I will post it later next week. I hope you guys are excited for the final part :)

pouring milk on him and throwing him against a wall

[29/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡