Tattooed Hearts III

i just saw your post about reader who can’t make themselves cum and ugh i love it, especially because i feel like no one ever talks about or includes it. anyways i would love to hear your thoughts on reader who has a hard time cumming, especially during sex no matter how good it feels

I fell that it’s honestly really important to talk about it to let people know that they aren’t alone. And I’m so glad you liked it :)

It is scientifically proven that men can cum easier during sex than women. It’s mostly because women have complex bodies, what works for one person might not work for the other. So when figuring out your own body, it’s important to keep in mind that your body is unique compared to others.

this wasn’t the first time that you’d been sprawled out in bed with Simon pleasing you. He kissed up and down your body, caressed every inch of you, even stopped for a little to rest his head on your chest and make sure you were nice and relaxed. You two had been on this journey together for a little while now, trying to figure out what you like and how he can make his pretty cum. He had tried many things, using his tongue, light pressure on your clit, firmer pressure, no pressure and just stimulating your g-spot, stimulating your g-spot and your clit, adding nipple play to see if that made you more sensitive; but even if it felt good, your body wouldn’t let yourself go.

at first, Simon thought it was because he wasn’t good enough. That he just lost his touch and that he wasn’t doing enough for you. But when you comforted him and explained how you’d been like this since you could remember, it made him feel better and worse. Alright, he wasn’t a complete failure and could still make you cum…but why hasn’t he? Every time you two had sex or just did foreplay, he would make sure to take all the time in the world to get you really nice and wet for him. He would use his fingers to curl inside you and touch that spot to make you mewl and arch your back off the mattress. But you still couldn’t cum. You were in the middle of him thrusting into you, feeling how his cock would twitch gently inside you, his fingers working your clit. Left side, right side, hood of it, right on it, pinching it gently, but all it would do is make you feel more pleasure that lead to nothing but a dead end.

you buried your head into his neck and let out small whimpers as he kept his movements steady. After another 15 minutes, that’s when the whimpers turned into silent sobs. Your body jerked a little as you cried, tears gliding down your cheeks and onto his bare shoulder. His head leaned down against yours and held you tightly, gently sliding your of you to hold you in his lap. You cried softly, neither of you talking, but both knowing what was wrong. “I don’t like being broken…” you said through little cries, voice soft and hoarse. But you were cut off by Simon shaking his head and cupping your face to press small kisses against the apples of your cheeks.

“Yer not broken, love. Y’just different. Just because we don’t know how t’make you cum just yet doesn’t mean my sweet girl is broken.” His words were soft against your ear as he caressed your head, another time failed.

as time passed, you began losing hope. It’s fair, thinking you just can’t do it because something inside is wrong or maybe you just weren’t cut out to be able to feel that pleasure everyone talks about. You started to notice how Simon even began refusing any type of pleasure. Handjob? No thanks, love. Maybe a blowjob cause you had a stressful day? Nope, but I do need cuddles, sweet girl. He was refusing your love. While he sat in his home office finishing some paperwork, you walked in quietly, staring at him as he stared down at the paper, pushing up his glasses. The glasses that you finally got him to buy because he kept complaining about the television being too hard to see and the news on his phone is too small. Thank god you did though, he looked bloody hot in them. Scooting your way into his office, you stood in front of his desk, catching his attention. “Somethin’ ya need, love?”

your cheeks burned as he looked at you, but you couldn’t get distracted! “Why are you refusing my love?”

it was clear the question caught him off guard by the way he paused, mouth slightly agape as he looked at you. “I’m not refusin’ your love. What makes you say that?”

“Wha-…? Yes you are! Every time I offer you a blowjob or a handjob, you say no. Am I doing something wrong? Does it not feel good? Do you…do you not like me anymore?”

he could hear your little heart shatter in that last question, standing up from his chair and walking over to you. He grabs you hands and sits on his desk, pulling you towards him. “I fucking love you. Neve think for a minute that I stopped loving you. I’m refusing to let you do any of tha’ because I don’t think it’s fair to ye. Not fair that my sweet girl has to endure not bein’ able to cum, so m’not gonna either.” He says while looking straight into your eyes, his thick and calloused fingers pushing some hair behind your ear. “Won’t cum until you can.”

while you thought he was refusing your live, he was actually doing it because he didn’t want you to feel left out? This man looked like a scary man, but he was the most thoughtful and caring teddy bear ever. “What if I never do, though?”

“Then neither will I.” He spoke seriously. “Understand?”

the small nod you give him is enough acknowledgement for him, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Now, I was doin’ some research, and I found that most women can’t reach an orgasm without some help. So, what do ya think ‘bout lookin’ for some toys with me, eh?”

This man is a ray of sunshine!!

141 men + König would absolutely die watching their big girl have to jump while putting on their jeans/pants. They love their big girl.

imagine you’re with Ghost and you had just dumped your feelings, saying how you didn’t feel like you were the best looking person and how he should be with someone else, so he decides to fuck you in front of a mirror

he’s praising you and shit saying how pretty you look, keep your eyes on yourself through the mirror

“I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.”

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.”

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