Having accessories on that jingle while you have sex with him makes him develop a pavlovian response, now every time your jewelry makes noise, he can't help how fast he pops a boner.
Manato's ears and tails stiffen in place as he feels his pants tighten, he can't meet your eyes, even that reminds him of how hot you looked while you were sucking him off, face beet red while you poke him for answers. Because of his ears, he picks up the jingling of your jewelry even more intensely, bouncing his leg up and down as you're telling Yuzuha some sort of story, he can't focus on anything but how good your lips look right now and how good they looked stretched around his dick. He does his best to not show it, fails, and hugs you from behind to make you feel how badly he wants you.
Lycaon coughs to clear up his mind and focus, you're telling him about a new café that opened up, has delicious menus and— god his ears can't stop twitching, his tail barely staying in place as you keep making excited movements with your body, the sound flashing a memory of you clinging to his neck desperately as he fucked your brains out on your bed, your clothes torn off and your body covered in claw marks, you looked so— he blinks himself out of the thought before it gets worse, but you do notice his tail wagging way too hard, and how tense he is the whole day.
Hugo's smile twitches as he's sitting with you on your bed, you're playing some sort of adventure game with your switch and those damn bracelets won't stop jingling. Just like how the sound made it even more erotic while you were stroking him off after you just gave him a blowjob, his moans had become so pathetic, he melted under your touch, let himself be vulnerable like he never dared to before as you kept stroking him with that punishing pace and— he's pulled out of his thoughts as you cheer for yourself, you finally beat that boss. His hands slowly circle your waist as he buries his head on the juncture of your neck, "Mmm, will you pay attention to me now?"
Lighter can't focus, you're showing him two different graphic t-shirts, you two had been out shopping when it just hit him. The way you're explaining how good both of the t-shirts look as you shove them into his face, the way your necklace keeps dangling— like how it was hovering over his face as you were riding him, your hands squeezing his pecs as you slammed your hips down on his thick cock, his head spinning as he grunts your name and digs his nails into your thigh to keep himself from losing himself in you— he coughs into the back of his hand, at your confused look he just shakes his head a little, "I'll get both of them for you."
Harumasa's hold on your hand tightens out of nowhere as you were running to the new ice cream store that just opened up, you turned to look at him— his face is beet red, refusing to make eye contact with you. The jingle of your bracelets as you were skipping around, holding his hand, is much too reminiscent of the sound the same bracelets made as he was fucking into you on his bed just yesterday. Your hands had circled around his neck, your nails, and bracelets digging into his skin as he watched you come undone just from his dick pounding into you, burying his cum deep inside as he finishes with your name spilling from his lips with a high-pitched whine, you looked so gorgeous then— "Harumasa! I'm asking you what you want to order!" you huffed, he blinked as your voice cut through the flash of memory, his other hand went to his throat out of nervous habit, his blush spreading to his ears and neck, "Yeah… yeah just order whatever you'd like for me, I don't mind."
Summary -> 1.2k words. Brushing out Manato's fur turns into a mini confession.
Warnings -> None
A/N -> I love when a big strong man ends up being a huge goober. Also, his right nip is totally out in his M6 art, and I never noticed until now. Also also, the demons in my mind are telling me to write smut, and honestly, I might indulge them.
“Hey, hey, stop pulling,” Manato growls, his shoulders tensing as the wire brush caught a tangled patch of fur on the back of his shoulders.
“Stop it.” You smack the brush lightly on the top of his head, listening to the hollow thunk before going back to taking care of the fur on his back. “If you hadn’t neglected it for so long, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
Manato seems offended at your words. “I wasn’t neglecting it. The kids just wanted to ride on my shoulders, and the fur got all tangled, and it’s not like I can reach back there to get it myself.”
You pull the brush away, cleaning the bristles and tossing the dark fur in the trash can set up next to you. “And is that the same reason you’re coming to me with your tail all fucked up too?”
Manato was silent at that, his ears flattening to the top of his head as he looks down at his tail. He grabs the second brush you sometimes use for his coarser fur and starts brushing the end of his tail silently. You both sat in this peaceful silence for a bit, just working on brushing out all of his thinner summer coat to help him stay warm as the temperatures drop. After a while, he finally broke the silence, “Does it bother you?”
“Does what bother me?” Your pace slows a bit, now more worried about just feeling his warmth beneath your finger tips instead of actually brushing his fur.
“Me. All the hair I leave around your apartment. Me coming to you every shedding season and pouting the entire time while you just try to help me out.” Manato’s voice had this soft quality to it. You hadn’t heard it this low since A-Yuet scraped her knee and Manato had to patch it up. “I feel like I take up too much of your time.”
You smack the brush on the top of his head playfully again. “You’re too hard on yourself. If it did bother me, I’d stop letting you in.” You drape your arms around his broad, bare shoulders, now letting his broad figure support your entire body weight. “In fact, you’re my favorite. I just love shedding season because it gives you more excuses to come over.” You smile to yourself as you see the soft wagging of his tail despite that frown still painted across his handsome face.
“Favorite, huh?” He avoids looking at you, knowing that he’d break if he did.
“Mhmmm. My favorite wolf. My favorite man. My favorite Manato.” The room is filled with the consistent thump, thump, thump of his tail finding a rhythm against the floor, his fingers suddenly preoccupied with digging into the fibers of the rug beneath him.
“Well I mean if I’m your favorite then I guess It’s good I come to you…” He tries so hard to stay serious, tries to bite back that smile, tries to remain neutral. His blush gives him away, the way he continues to scratch at the rug, and of course that big, fluffy tail.
“Manato.” You say, grabbing his chin and tilting it up to look at you (honestly this may have been the first time you saw him looking up at you). You silently thank yourself for convincing him to sit on the floor in front of your couch.
He just stares up, shocked, his tail freezing as he watches your every movement. “What?”
“For a big, scary man, you are adorable!” You coo, squeezing his face in between your hands as he lets out a little whine and huffs, but his tail wags even faster.
“Stop that!”
“No, no. You’re the best puppy ever, and you’re so cute and sweet and fluffy!” You continue to tease, wiggling his head in your hands as he continues to whimper and whine.
Manato grabs your wrists, twisting himself out of your grip and holding both of your wrists in one hand. “Alright, alright, that’s enough,” he growls, bearing his fangs playfully.
You look at just how big his hands are wrapped around your wrists, your eyes tracing over the veins in his hands. When’s the last time you saw him without his gloves? It was shocking, really. This man, towering over almost everyone and built like a brick wall, could restrain you so gently. One move, one twist of his hand and he could sprain your wrist at least. He squeezes your wrists in his hand, just enough to get your attention.
“Hey, stop zoning out. We were talking.” He pouts, and you look into his eyes. You pull your wrists out of his grip and reach forward, your fingers touching his soft hair, brushing it out of his face. He seems surprised but lets it happen, dropping his hands and letting you shift the direction of the conversation.
“Manato.” You whisper, your fingers tracing the scar over his eyes.
“Yeah?”
“You’re my favorite.” You repeat again, but this time more seriously, this time hoping he’d see the hints you had been trying to drop for so long.
“...Yeah?” Once again, he tries to remain stoic, but his tail starts instantly wagging at a million miles an hour. “Like… favorite favorite?”
You feel your face get hot, but now’s not the time to back down. “Yeah… favorite favorite.”
Manato launches up from his sitting position, pushing you to your back on the couch as he crushes you into a hug, using his entire, shirtless body to squish you. His tail is wagging so hard he knocks over one of your decorative pillows, but he doesn’t care. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath, his nose practically vacuum sealing to your skin. “You’re my favorite too.” He speaks into your skin, grabbing and squishing closer like he was trying to meld into you, not unlike a touch-starved, large dog who just wanted cuddles. What else could you do but take it? You let him crush you, your hand coming up to scratch at the base of his ear, an instinctual low noise rumbling in his chest as he relaxed entirely on top of you.
“Manato?”
“Hm?” He wags his tail harder as he hears his name on your lips again.
“Manato. Look at me.”
“What?” His red eyes look at you with pure adoration. You couldn’t take it anymore. He was too damn cute. You move your lips against his and instantly hear a louder thump, thump, thump as his tail swipes all of the decorative pillows and blankets on your couch, even knocking over one of the back cushions as he kisses back enthusiastically. He crushes you closer, squeezing you closer to him. You could die now and be happy, because at least you’d go out between a broad chest and thick arms. Your hands found his shoulders, half petting the fur before you pull away suddenly.
Manato’s eyes go wide with worry, his tail slowing down as his hand goes to cup your cheek. “Hey, hey. What happened?”
“Dammit… I missed a spot.” You huff and show him the fistful of his summer coat you had just pulled off of his shoulder, and his tail started up again.
“Oh noooo, you have to brush me more. How terrible.” He teases, handing you the brush again. Instead of moving to sit on the floor again, he simply flops down on top of you, happy to cuddle while you brush him.
ılıılı komano manato and his tiddies
request by: me because your honor they're huge
manato quietly grows protective of his chest - even when you tease him. you bop him on the pecs playfully: “hey, stop jiggling.” he rolls his eyes but grabs your hands gently. “these are heavy-duty, okay?” then wraps his arm over your shoulder with that familiar warm confidence.
morning cuddles are pillows + pecs. you sleep sprawled across him and his chest feels like your own built-in pillow. he snores softly, arm draped over you, and you remark: “should we register this as furniture?” he just smirks, “only if you’re happy being sat on.”
he pretends to hate shirtless moments - but lets them linger. after a mission, you catch him stripping off his undershirt to air out. you gasp: “what a sight!” he blushes, mutters, “for your eyes only,” and tugs that shirt back on - though you secretly sliver your sketchbook open and take notes.
pec massage, komano-style. one evening, sore from armor, he asks: “can you rub these suckers for me?” you do, giggling. he hums. “told you they’re sensitive.” and you let your fingers trace that broad chest, marveling at how jelly-on-a-train actually jiggles like pudding in motion.
he challenges you to chest pillow fights. “bet my pecs can ward off your pillow,” he teases. you take the other pillow, and he throws… the softest, slowest punch, chest wobbling theatrically. you laugh so hard you lose. he catches you mid-collapse with a snarl-smile, victorious.
he gets possessive if others stare too long. when people in feilume heights turn double takes at his physique, he narrows his red eyes dangerously. but if you rest your head on him, he shifts, body turning into a shield - even his chest. protective thiren mode: activated.
he leans into the fanservice - sometimes. after you compliment how “well-defined” he looks, he flexes once - too soft, too earnest - and pats his pec with genuine pride. “don’t get used to it,” he grumbles - but you know it's for you.
unexpected chest-nap interruptions. you fall asleep on his chest during a quiet night. his heart thumps steady underneath. he strokes your hair. “bet they never said chest naps were part of proxy perks,” he whispers. and you sleep deeper.
he wears chokers that draw focus… he teases you about fluffy collars and necklaces. but for your birthday, you gifted him a scarf-length choker that accentuates his broad chest. he flushed, pretended it was dumb - then wore it around new eridu proudly. loves showing it with the chest.
secret admirer vibes with pecs. one day you sketch him, shirt off, chest curves perfect on paper. he sees and leans over, lips brushing your ear: “that’s… impressive work. just like the real thing.” you snap- “impressive work?!” he smirks. “yeah. yours.”
There is something incredibly adorable in the way Wise acts when you are working on him, he is not the loudest but it is incredibly obvious with his reaction, he shuts his eyes close and gasp softly with every little thing you do, from licking to taking him inside of your mouth, everytime he gasp and moans so softly, he tries to press his lips together as much as he can but still can't keep the soft moans forever, neither he can avoid looking at you, he tries, he even cover his eyes with one hand but soon the arouse wins and he glances at you, just to end up feeling mesmerized by the way you are taking him, there is something hipnotic by seeing you, more likely because of how good it feels, at least that lead him to let go of more breathy moans and stop trying to close his legs, arching his back and pushing his hips a bit further, even holding onto your head out of instinct just like a quiet plea to don't stop
And when he is the one giving you a blowjob it isn't too diferent he doesn't has much experience in this kind of things but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to, he is so sure of it that he have made sure to prepare himself and knows exactly what to do, althoght, when being faced with the real thing he takes slow steps between the eagerness and nervousness, he takes almost no time on trying to take your cock in his mouth and takes as much as he can at once, and, as long as you don't tease him and embarrass him, Wise will take no time to fully underestand exactly how to do it, and if he ends up getting some moans out of you that will encourage him quite a lot, making him even more eager
જ⁀➴ Asaba Harumasa
If you are the one giving him a blowjob he will fully take advantage of it, he may make a few teasing remarks until he simply can't for being too busy moaning and telling you how good it feels with breathy whispers, it doesn't take long before one hand is gripping onto your hair and the other gripping whatever it is under him, his eyes barely open his hips moving clumsy if you don't hold them, chaising after your warm mouth and tongue, it is more likely that he won't meet your gaze because he keeps his eyes shut close most of the time and when he is close to cum he actually clenches his teeth before throwing his head back with a loud groan of pleasure, every time without exception, althoght, he may open one eye to glance at you, and each time the view does nothing but make him even more eager, making him cum even harder
Somehow, he knows really well what he is doing, he takes his time to play with your cock and pleasure you, he take the time to pass his tongue across the whole lenght and even tease the tip before putting it inside of his mouth (he actually does it quite a few times because, as much as he want it, he struggles to keep you inside of his mouth for too long, he needs to take you out to breath), from the start Harumasa takes as much as he can and takes care of what he can't handle with his hand, following a constant rythm and keeping his eyes on you as if to make sure you are enjoying it as much as he does, and once he has grown completely used to having you inside of his mouth he quickens his pace and even tries to take even more, not even feeling you reach his throat will stop him at the end
જ⁀➴ Komano Manato
Komano is not really good at reciving a blowjob just because it doesn't feel good for him to let you do all the job, besides, it make him incredibly embarrased that you would take his cock inside of your mouth. He tried to protest and find excuses but the moment you actually take him deep inside of your mouth his protest becomes moans a bit too quick, he gasp in surprise and breaths heavily, he wants to look somewhere else but he simply can't take his eyes form you, it is almost hypnotic the way you take him with such ease, althoght if your eyes happen to met his it would be too much for him, Komano may not be able to hold back if you look at him or even play with his balls too, he is just too easy to overwhelm
It is quite adorable the way he focus so much with the task in hand, keeping his eyes on the way your dick apears and disapear in his mouth, taking heavy breaths here and there as he focus completely on the rhythm of his head on your lenght, keeping his hands close in case he may need them too, most of the time holding them under your cock to don't let even a drop fall on the floor, dutifuly taking your whole and only stopping when the tip kiss his throat, trying his best to handle it and get used to the feeling before keep moving his head, even if you grip his hair and guide his head to move faster, even if you force your way to his throat he will not complain, Manato will still do his best to take it all
જ⁀➴ Lighter Lorenz
The idea of letting you do all the work doesn't feel right, it just doesn't feel fiting and Lighter even tried to fight back before you could even bend down, but all his protest quickly are drowned in the moans when you start working on him, this man is not only quite shy but also weak for you, he doesn't have the heart to stop you and having you focusing on him make his legs feel weak, despite his previous protest Lighter seem to be unable to take his eyes out of you, watching you bounce your head on his cock while he becomes a flustered mess, his hands hold onto anything they can while his moans are kept relatively quiet until he feels his orgasm bubbling up, his head is thrown back and his hand clinging to dear life to anything he can while his moans become breathy, louder, he even start to groan by trying to hold back himself a bit, still somewhat embarrased to load in your throat, holding back until he can't hold it anymore
Ironically, Lighter is less embarrased to be the one giving you a blowjob, he rather not have your eyes on him while doing it but would just try to don't pay much mind if you want to stare, he make sure to stroke your cock a few times before passing his tongue across it, savouring the sparced precum before attempting to take you on his mouth, he is so focused on it that it is almost adorable, he starts slowly, at least until he gets used to the sensation of having you inside of his mouth, making sure he doesn't gag even if you end up reaching his throat, then he himself will start quickening the pace, he surely is enjoying himself and because of that he needs to make sure you enjoy it too
જ⁀➴ Seth Lowell
He is not only incredibly embarrased to have you eating him out but also incredibly embarrased of how much he actually likes it, he cover his eyes as if that would do anything with his embarrasment, babbling nonsense about how embarrasing it is and about how good it feels, Seth even has the tendency to drool a bit whenever you are taking him but he just can't help it! Not only that but his ears keep twitching and his tail is completely stiff, he tries to stay as composed as posible even his free hand is clenching into anything he can and his back is arched, hips chaising after you almost as if begging you to please take more of him and don't stop, wich, of course, only makes him feel more embarrased of himself, he actually has to fight back his embarrased until he is drowned in his orgasm, mometarely forgetting about everything else once he feels himself getting close and moaning embarrasingly loud when he finally cums
When it comes to him giving you a blowjob Seth is somehow less embarrased, perhaps because he feels that it is like "paying the favor", he may need a bit of guidence but it is a quick learner, he grasp into what he has to do and how you like it pretty quick, althoght he tend to get lost in the moment so his hands most of the time are resting on the floor or your hips and his eyes half closed, sucking your lenght at a good rythm until you ask (or even force him) to go quicker, he is also pretty whiny, he won't stop whimpering and whinning even if you let him go in the rythm he wants, he is just enjoying himself too much, so lost in the moment thats he can barely comprehend that is his own greedy and needy self the one making him go faster and take more
Men (like ratio, caelus, Aventurine, and let's add brant, jiyan and harumasa frm other Fandom XP) lincluding reader in their exercises in a teasing manner (like the kiss for every sit ups, push up or planks or any other exercises)
Like either they're underneath them during the exercise or on top of them, being impressed by their strength (or they've done it so many times already s/o is just reading a book as he does his stuff)
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One Kiss Per Rep
Tags: Ratio x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Caelus x Reader, Jiyan x Reader, Brant x Reader, Harumasa x Reader, Fluff, Romance, Domestic Moments, Established Relationship, Soft Moment, Motivational Kisses, Workout Shenanigans, Training as Foreplay, Banter, Humor, Affection as Reward, Whipped Characters, Teasing, Lighthearted, Emotional Support Through Exercise, Playful Intimacy.
You were lying on the lounge chair in the observatory of your shared ship, reading a thick tome on metaphysical logic. Ratio, however, had long abandoned traditional study this afternoon in favor of what he called a “physical calibration ritual.”
You didn't expect that to involve you lying on the floor with him looming above you, arms extended in a perfect push-up form.
"That was twenty-three," he said smoothly, a smirk playing on his lips. "And, as promised..."
He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your lips.
You blinked, speechless—again.
"Twenty-four." Push-up. Kiss.
"Veritas—" you started, only to be silenced by another kiss on the twenty-fifth rep.
"I find this method more efficient than chemical stimulants for motivation," he mused.
You sighed, tilting your head. "And what, exactly, am I? A glorified dumbbell?"
"No," he replied with mock seriousness. "You’re a reward system. Perfectly engineered to trigger oxytocin release and reinforce success. Efficient. Elegant. Undeniably enticing."
He paused at push-up thirty, locking eyes with you. "I’d do a hundred more if it meant one more kiss from you."
Despite yourself, you laughed. “You’re lucky I’m too intrigued to walk away.”
"Correction," he said, kissing you again. "I'm lucky you never do."
Aventurine was doing planks.
Not just any planks—one-armed planks on a polished marble floor, his torso gleaming faintly with sweat, and you, stretched languidly across his back like the most luxurious weighted blanket known to man.
"Keep still, sweetheart," he said through gritted teeth, flashing that signature grin. “You wobble and I fold. And if I collapse, you owe me dinner.”
“Pretty sure this counts as your punishment for bluffing about taking me on a ‘relaxing evening,’” you deadpanned, flipping the page of your book.
“Darling, you sitting on my back while I do core work is the definition of romance. Why else would I be showing off like this?”
You rolled your eyes. “What are we at now?”
“Sixty seconds… and counting.” He grunted, then added in a singsong tone: “Unless you want to make this harder for me.”
“Harder how?”
He smirked. “Slide a little forward.”
You gave a dangerous grin. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe. But I’m charming, strong, and balancing a whole library on my back. I’d say I’m worth the gamble.”
You shook your head, trying not to smile. “I’m not budging. I like this book.”
“Oh good. I like it when you're on top.”
You dropped your book on his head.
He didn’t even flinch.
The training deck of the Astral Express was quiet—save for the soft thuds of Caelus’s push-ups and your occasional page-turning.
You were seated cross-legged on a bench nearby, book open in your lap. He was on the floor beside you, bare arms flexing with every descent.
At first, you thought he was just working out. Until he shifted.
Now he was doing push-ups directly above you.
With you lying beneath him.
You stared up, stunned as he leaned down and—kiss.
“One,” he whispered, lips brushing yours.
Another push-up. Another kiss.
“Caelus,” you breathed. “You can’t be serious.”
“Dead serious,” he replied, grinning between reps. “One push-up, one promise.”
“And what promise is that?”
He lowered again, slower this time. Kiss.
“That I’ll keep choosing you. Every day. Every mission. No matter how heavy things get.”
You reached up, hand resting on his cheek.
“Even when the world’s falling apart?”
Push-up. Kiss.
“Especially then.”
You laughed softly, heart melting as he kept going, counting quietly, his voice like a steady rhythm.
Somewhere around push-up twenty, you stopped him by holding his face in your hands and kissed him.
“One kiss, one promise,” you whispered. “That I’ll never let you carry it all alone.”
He stilled.
Then smiled.
“Deal.”
The deck of the ship swayed beneath your feet, but Brant’s rhythm remained flawless. You were lying flat on your back on the wooden floor, book in hand, while your flamboyant captain (or boyfriend) hovered above you—literally—doing push-ups.
With every dip, he grinned, his face mere inches from yours.
“Thirty-four… Thirty-five… Mwah~” he whispered, punctuating each push-up with a dramatic kiss to your forehead, nose, cheek—once even the tip of your ear, which had you flinching and nearly dropping your book.
You didn’t react much at first, pretending to be deeply invested in the page before you, but your smile betrayed you.
“You know,” you murmured, without looking up, “some people train without turning it into a stage performance.”
“Darling,” Brant purred, pausing at the peak of another push-up, “every heartbeat is a drumroll. Every drop of sweat, a crescendo. And every time I kiss you like this—” he dipped again, planting another kiss, this time on your lips, “—the audience goes wild.”
You laughed softly, cheeks warm.
“I think the ‘audience’ went home hours ago.”
“Then all the better,” he said with a wink, dropping to his elbows beside you. “This scene’s exclusive. One night only. No understudies allowed.”
Jiyan didn’t believe in unnecessary distractions—except, apparently, when it came to you.
You sat cross-legged with a cup of tea, quietly watching as he performed sit-ups with mechanical precision. Every time he came up, he stopped just short of your face, eyes steady on yours.
And every time, you offered a quick kiss.
“Fifty-eight…”
Kiss.
“Fifty-nine…”
Kiss.
“Sixty…”
You paused. “Aren’t you getting tired?”
“No.”
His tone was calm, almost too calm. You narrowed your eyes.
“You’re only doing this so I’ll keep kissing you, aren’t you?”
He didn’t answer immediately—just came up for another rep, forehead nearly touching yours. You sighed, leaned in, and kissed him again.
“I knew it.”
“Incorrect,” he replied with that ever-serious expression. “I’m building endurance. You’re simply… an efficient motivator.”
Despite yourself, you smiled.
“You’re impossible.”
“Then keep testing my limits.” He smirked—yes, smirked—before resuming his sit-ups.
You were lying across the couch, engrossed in a paperback, while Harumasa planked directly above you.
Not beside you. Not in front of you.
Above you.
You are gonna use his back as a headrest laterwards.
“Still alive?” you asked without glancing up from your book.
“Wouldn’t die doing this,” he muttered, holding perfectly still, only the occasional twitch of his arms betraying any effort. “Not when I’ve got the world’s comfiest couch under me.”
“That ‘couch’ has opinions.”
“Shhh. Pillows don’t talk.”
You snorted, nudging his ribs lightly with your elbow. “You’ve been at it for five minutes. Impressive. I’m surprised you haven’t turned into a puddle yet.”
“I would,” he said, face dangerously close to yours as he shifted an inch lower, “but I figured the reward was worth it.”
“Reward?”
He tilted his head until your lips were almost touching. “A kiss per minute, wasn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes. “That’s not how this works.”
“Then I’m quitting.”
You laughed, catching him in a kiss before he could collapse. “Fine. You get one. For being a surprisingly stubborn slacker.”
He grinned lazily, resting his cheek against your forehead. “Best workout of my life.”
Men who move your hair from your neck and place their large palm against the spot in between your shoulder blades and gently push.
Men who - so unbelievably gently, grab all of your hair and lift it so he can see the nape of your neck. Pressing his lips against the skin, and kissing down your spine.
Men who tower over you while you sleep next to him and he can't help but kiss whatever is visible of your face - your plush pillows hide a good bit especially sleeping on your stomach.
Men who just admire you, twirling your hair with his fingers if he can't sleep, kissing your ear, kissing your cheek. He just wants to touch you.
Men who are bigger than you, having a bad day? He'll give you deep compression therapy, wether it's him laying on you or it's him sitting next to your laying form - too exhausted to do anything, brain filled with empty thoughts — he'll just .. flatten his palm against your back, gently sliding his hand up your spine. Even if he's not good at comforting, for some reason that does the trick.
Men who find out you have a size kink, it makes sense - you practically melt under him. He can feel how quickly your heart picks up when he "manhandles" you, how blushy you get.
Men who cage you in his arms, especially in missionary. Your whimpering n whiney form struggling to hold onto him when he's soo fucking deep in you. Pushing your gummy walls to their limits, swallowing every moan, whine, whimper, n breath with his mouth against yours. Whispering sweet things to his baby, bringing them to the edge.
"c'mon baby, cum for me -"
"you're doing so good, so so good."
"sweet thing- I'll take care of you. Yeah? I've got ya," hot breath against ur lips, swallowing ur noises. Faint grunts in ur ears.
"feelin s- so good," — he might lose his mind, with the way your trembling, your noises - every feeling, every nerve, on fire.
"Oh—" he'll breathe out, gently press against your stomach.
"Look at tha', oh fuuck." He'll drawl out, his voice low.
Men who nuzzle your face after, pulling out and wiping you off as much as he can before picking you up - just how you like, and setting you in a warm bath. Too fucked out to do it yourself, he'll wash you, gently pulling your hair to the side and kissing your neck again.
