Thinking of men who practically whimper during sex.

They’re above you, muscles taut and flexing as their hips roll into yours, stuttering and spasming with every thrust. Calling their pace sporadic would be generous – the thrusts are random, carnally snaping into you, as if he has no control over his own body. His breath is labored, deep pants that have hot breaths fanning across your lips, his eyes practically crossed as he stares heavy lidded down at you. There’s not an inch of space between your bodies – your nipples brush against his chest, pebbled and hard and driving him fucking crazy, his cock twitching inside you over and over again until you’re sure he'll come any moment. His forearms cage around your head, the heat radiating from his body making you dizzy as he picks up his pace, the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around him leaving his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It’s heaven, the coarse hairs right above his cock brushing against your sensitive bud with every thrust.

But oh – the sounds he makes are something sinful, downright unholy. They’re deep, starting as groans way down in his chest but slowly climbing to desperate little moans as they tumble past his lips, getting higher and thinner as he nears his end. He can’t look at you like this – he’s too embarrassed, the pleasure making his brain mush as he gasps and heaves out uneven, stuttered breaths.

But at a particularly tight clench around him, he’s suddenly falling forward, his face buried in your neck as he cries out your name, the syllables slurred and runny and god, is he chanting your name? It’s low, breathy, in time with every smack of his hips against yours, heavy balls clapping against your ass as you lick your lips and groan.

Soon your name becomes pleas, little begs that leave you scratching your nails down his back, surely leaving lines you know he’ll wear like trophies tomorrow.

F-fuck, oh fuck oh fuck, just like th-that baby, fuck!

Feels so, mmm o-oh, feels so good, ‘m gonna come s’fast baby, fuck it’s all your fault –

Please let me come, wanna come so – so fuckin’ bad, wanna come in you baby fuck please!

Let me come i-inside, wanna – wanna stuff you so fucking full, oh god ‘m so close –

He’s nearly crying, big fat tears welling in his because he needs you to give him permission to come in that tight cunt of yours, to send ropes of white spurting inside you. He needs you to tell him he’s a good boy, that he deserves to get you sticky and spent, your pussy all puffy and musky.

And when you tell him yes, he can fuck his cum into you, he’s gone.

Suddenly he’s blabbering out slurred thank you’s, his hips bucking into you as he moans and whimpers and chokes on his own gasps, the sounds ringing in your ears as he stiffens up, body going taut and every muscle contracting and oh fuck oh fuck it’s coming he’s coming here it comes –

The moan he lets out is high, almost pained, almost sounding like your name. His eyes are squeezed shut, face still tucked against your neck, and you can feel the spurts of warm, runny cum as his cock twitches, over and over as if he’s trying to get every last drop into you, wanting to make sure you’re good and properly stuffed full. Stuffed full of him.

He’s shaking, his shoulders heaving as he peppers wet, slobbery kisses against your neck, cries of thank you and I love you spilling past his lips as his hips slowly begin moving again, his cock still painfully hard.

‘m sorry, he gasps, need to give you everything…

And, twenty minutes later, the cum slowly dribbling out of your used cunt will be proof – along with the strangled, choked moan he lets out as he watches it.

Keiji Akaashi, Atsumu Miya, Tobio Kageyama, Yuutarou Kindaichi, Kenji Futakuchi, Tsutomu Goshiki

I AM THINKING SO MANY THOUGHTS RN WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD MAKE YOU COCKWARM THEM WHILE YOU STUDY/DO HOMEWORK

He says it helps you focus, but you have your doubts.

It stimulates your brain, he says, and yet the only thing you can focus on is the way his fingertips dig into your sides, pressing against your soft skin just a bit too tightly. He’s holding you in place, but there’s something about the way he’s touching you that makes you think he’s trying to keep you from moving less because you want to, and more because he needs you to stay.

And with the way his breath hitches ever so slightly as you shift in his lap, you’re starting to think you’re right.

His breath is hot against your neck, words airily whispered and growled against your skin as you stare down at the papers sprawled across the desk before you. The black ink is hard to read, but then again everything is hard when he’s got you practically impaled on him, his girth stretching you out and making you squirm.

It’s all so unbearably warm – the swirling in your lower stomach, his breath, the way warm precum slowly oozes out of him and into you with each accidental clench around him. (The latter is accompanied by a small groan as well as the tiniest, oh so jerky buck of his hips upwards, trying to get deeper inside you, to fill you up more and more.)

He says it helps you to get your work done when he’s got you warming his cock, because it serves as motivation to work faster, harder, more efficiently – ironically, it seems to be doing just the opposite. Every thought is taken up by him him him, with the way he’s clutching onto you, his thighs occasionally twitching, his Adam’s Apple bobbing against your head as he shakily swallows.

C’mon, he tells you, his voice seemingly calm, though you can hear the slightest undertone of something hidden in his words. You know this – Professor went over it last week.

You gulp, willing yourself to ignore the way his hand slowly wanders upwards, fingers trailing over the sensitive skin of your sides.

I don’t remember… You mutter, biting your lip as his hand slows to a stop, right underneath your breast.

It’s silent for a moment, before he sighs softly, resting his forehead against the back of your head. Think hard – how much energy is used in this bond…

He’s talking, you know, but you can’t focus – not with the way he shifts you in his lap, trying to get a better view of the paper. You yelp slightly, the sudden bout of pleasure not going unnoticed by him.

His cock twitches inside you.

Now, we calculate… He whispers, and suddenly his hand is moving again, sliding up up up, over your breast and squeezing, your lower lip sitting between your teeth. A slender finger moves to lightly toy at your nipple through the thin material of your tshirt. He audibly gulps behind you.

Just like that, that’s it. He encourages, watching as you drag the pencil across the paper, your movements sluggish and weak. It makes him feel good, watching the way you struggle – all because of him.

Almost done, finish baby. Please, please finish. He tells you, and you’re finally able to put your finger on the underlying tone in his voice – desperation.

You can’t help the way your pussy clamps down, making his hips snap upwards, a small shudder racking his body. You can feel the muscles underneath the tshirt he wears tense, moving his body to press flush against your back. Fuck. He grips your tit particularly hard, harshly hissing between his teeth at the pressure of your velvety walls around him.

The air in the room is thick with desire, his fingers impatiently pressing at you, his thighs flexing with the strain of controlling himself. It’d be so, so easy to pin you down to the desk – your pants are already off, your pretty hole sucking him in like you need him, and with how wet you are around him, he’s sure you want this just as badly as he does.

He licks his lips, watching as you scribble the last few numbers – 3, 2, 1…

You finish with a sigh, letting the pencil clatter to the ground, and suddenly your whole world is turning upside down as he groans and grasps your waist once more, spinning you around so that you’re facing him, a leg on either side of his body. You steady yourself with two hands on his chest but it’s too late – he’s bouncing you up and down before you have a chance to even breathe.

F-fuck baby, so smart! He moans, his head lolling back slightly, eyes shut tightly. His lips part, uneven breaths spilling past them as he moves you up and down, faster and faster and faster, his own hips driving upwards to meet you.

He’s fucking you so deep, his tip rubbing right against the spot that has you seeing stars. You can’t even try to hold back the whines that bubble in your throat, but he doesn’t care. He wants to hear you, and as encouragement, a hand moves down to slap at your ass.

‘m so – so damn proud, my smart baby, fuck fuck fuck – He’s blabbering, incoherent as he struggles to hold off his orgasm. The pleasure is mounting and mounting, but he’ll be damned if he comes before you. You were so good, working so hard and diligently, and you kept him all nice and warm and wet and fuck how are you still so goddamn tight –

He’s gripping you even tighter than before, your poor tits bouncing in every direction as he uses you like his personal sex toy. It’s carnal, the way his hips snap into yours, balls clapping against your ass over and over. He lets out a particularly loud gasp, head falling forward and letting his teeth lightly sink into your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut as his abs contract and tighten and ache –

Come for me come for me come for me, he begs, his voice thin and uneven, the desperation clouding his every thought. Fingers clumsily find their way to your clit, rubbing in circles that make you gasp and shudder.

Soon it’s all too much, your orgasm hitting and fuck, the way your walls flutter and massage his length makes him lose his fucking mind, the pleasure so intense. He’s nearly sobbing as he cries out your name, clutching you against his chest and moving to wrap his arms around you. He’s fully fucking into you now, his hips snapping up into yours hard enough to leave you physically bouncing, and the choked, gasping sounds falling past his lips as he comes leave your head spinning.

There’s just so much of it – runny and off-white, spilling down around his cock and running down your thighs, dripping down onto his balls and he shudders and heaves, still fucking up into you like you’re some kind of personal drug. It’s euphoric; he doesn’t want the moment to end, feeling you in his arms, clinging onto him and murmuring his name. It’s perfection, but all too soon your wet, spongy walls are too much for him, the oversensitivity leaving his brain scrambled.

He slows to a stop, chest heaving as he keeps you tucked against his chest, sweat formed at his temples as he murmurs your name. Over and over, like it’s some sort of prayer – and to him, maybe it is.

Your homework, complete and neatly filled out, lays forgotten as he hugs you tighter, burying his face into your neck. Declarations of love slip past his lips, slurred and so grandiose it almost scares you. You’re just classmates, both attending the same university – nothing close to actual lovers, and certainly not in love. He’s just a classmate who offered to help tutor you. And yet, as he slowly, oh so fucking slowly, pulls out of you some twenty minutes later, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

He does help you keep up your grades in the class, and you really can’t fail this chemistry class, can you? It’s worth it to sit through the sappy, somewhat deranged confessions of how he wants to keep you with him forever and ever.

After all, he’s not serious, right?

Kei Tsukishima, Satori Tendou, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Morisuke Yaku, Takahiro Hanamaki, Aran Ojiro

(Honorary mention to those who have you cockwarm them so they can focus – you’re sat in their lap, with your head resting in the crook of his neck. One hand sits comfortably on your ass, the other scribbling across the paper or highlighting the textbook. His lips are wet from licking them, his heart rate so damn high as he tries to ignore the way your pretty body feels against his, your pussy all warm and wet and snug against the sensitive skin of his cock. He twitches, shudders, his whole body desperate to just move, to fuck that pretty cunt of yours that all spread out on him.

It's an accountability thing, more than anything – with each problem he finishes, he allows himself three good, solid thrusts into you. It’s a slow, methodical fucking, one that makes him all the more needy for you. He likes the delayed gratification of it all – the way he has to physically pause and count to ten before he starts his work again, trying to focus on literally anything but the way you sound moaning his name, how your nails feel against his back, how your thighs clench around his abdomen. He tries to focus on anything but the way he wants to stuff you so full of his cock that you’re crying, blabbering and dependent on him to even think.

And once he finishes his work? Oh – it’s over for you, and your poor, perfect little cunt.

He’ll destroy you.

Tetsurou Kuroo, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Tsutomu Goshiki, Yuji Terushima, Atsumu Miya)

Haikyuu Dick Headcannons, Pt. 2

Ft. the Shiratorizawa men: Wakatoshi Ushijima, Eita Semi, Satori Tendou, Kenjirou Shirabu, Tsutomu Goshiki

Tw: implied yandere, masturbation, excessive talk of cum, spitting, facials, implied breeding, pubic hair, oversensitivity, fem reader, MDNI

Because I've sort of been neglecting my followers who came for Haikyuu content, here you are! Hopefully this will tide you over for a while <3

He’s easily six inches, and thick. It resembles the cock of a porn star; every virgin’s nightmare, with a few veins puffing out and a defined, swollen mushroom tip that always just barely slips inside you with a soft pop!Maintenance isn’t too big of a concern for him - he doesn’t really trim, instead preferring to just let it all grow wild but shower frequently to minimize any sort of odor. He doesn’t really like the way he looks shaven, not totally understanding why he should bother, because it’s natural and it’s his body. He doesn’t expect you to shave either, and will in fact question you relentlessly if you do. He’s decently sensitive, mostly because he doesn’t have a whole lot of experience - both with other people and with himself. He doesn’t jerk off much, and as a result he always lets out these slight, barely-there gasps when you touch him. He likes when you pay attention to his slit, especially if you dip your tongue against it, and his hips always jerk forward, cock pushing into your mouth and nearly choking you because it just happens so fast and forcefully – he doesn’t mean to do it, he just can’t help it. (He’ll always cup your cheek afterwards, his voice strained as he asks you if you’re okay, and he’ll promise to be gentle moving forward – which lasts right up until you pay attention to his slit again, and the cycle continues.) His balls are also pretty sensitive, and actually likes it when you go a bit rough on them – squeeze hard, and he’ll groan your name and shut his eyes tightly, brows scrunching together and his knuckles turning white as he clenches his fists.

His cum is thick, and always warm – warm enough to be considered hot, really. It smears across your skin really easily when you try to wipe at it, leaving a film that can only be removed with cold water and soap, but it’s not too big of a deal because he doesn’t produce too much of it. He shoots moderately far, and he’s only able to conjure up a good three or four spurts before he’s spent. This makes cleanup pretty straight forward because although he likes seeing you with his cum on your face, he wants to be able to kiss you and trace your lips, and he’d rather clean up the mess first and then press you up against his chest to sleep. He prefers to come inside you, and will actually have to be persuaded and explicitly asked before sex if you want him to come somewhere else – it just feels more natural to finish inside you, especially because he tends to lose all self-control once he sinks inside you. (He also likes to stare once he’s pulled out, watching how some of it oozes out and dribbles down your ass cheeks, and will often reach down to stuff it back inside, getting it all over his fingers and spreading them lightly to see the way tendrils of it stick together. He’ll even show you, telling you that he wants you to keep it all inside, where it belongs.) When he’s coming he’ll always make eye contact with you, unwavering even as his hips jerk and spasm, even if he’s groaning and his arms are giving out. He likes the intimacy of eye contact and will sometimes even lightly grasp your chin and force you to look at him while he fucks you. He’s a groaner, for the most part, the sound low and rumbly, but when he gets close the groans becomes more like moans, a little higher and a little more upturned at the ends, the pleasure starting to bleed into every part of him.

His favorite way for you to touch him is just a simple, straight-forward handjob. Because he’s not that familiar with jerking himself off, there’s still a bit of thrill when you wrap your hand around his girth, your fingers barely meeting around the sheer size of him. Plus, it feels better when you do it – his own fist doesn’t rub against him the same way yours does, and he doesn’t get as sensitive with his own touch as yours – he’s told you that you jerk him off better than he can, and he means it. He likes when you go slow, flicking your wrist as you near his tip, keeping a steady, consistent rhythm and letting the dull pleasure build. He’ll keep his eyes fixed on you, watching your face and staring at your body, not saying much as you slowly work him closer and closer, simply content to just observe you as you pleasure him. He likes the intimacy of the moment, how you’re taking care of him and willing to spend so long just to make him feel good (it’s really not that long – six or seven minutes, maximum). It makes him feel special, and he’ll always end up thrusting back against your hand, getting himself just that tiny bit deeper, adding a tiny bit more friction, feeling just a tiny bit better knowing that he’s essentially fucking your hand. Reach down and play with his balls as you stroke him – lightly tug at them, rolling them between your fingers and squeezing. You’ll feel him throb in your hands, this vulnerable, genuine gasp falling from his lips, and although he’s not particularly vocal, he likes it when you are. He wants you to narrate to him what you’re doing, telling him how you’re feeling, even when he’s the one receiving the pleasure. It doesn’t have to be much – just a simple you’re so big, ‘Toshi making him bite his lip, defined abs contracting and trembling as he lets a rushed coming, just enough warning for you to prepare as ropes of warm, sticky cum shoot out, landing all over your hand and coating you in white. He wants you to lick the cum off your fingers one by one, slowly and not breaking eye contact, but he’s too shy to tell you, instead content with seeing it all over your skin. He just likes how sweet the moment is, and although he’ll immediately return the favor by settling his face between your legs for however long you’d like him to, he comes best when you’re touching him in simple, genuine ways. (And, when you’re looking at him and playing with his balls. That certainly doesn’t hurt.)

He’s thoroughly average – five inches, average girth, average sensitivity, just a truly utilitarian, satisfactory cock. However, Eita’s got enough experience to know what to do with said cock, how to make you cry out and cream on him and clench down on him like a fucking vice. He’s very observant, eyes always watching your reactions to things, studying the way you bite your lip when he’s thrusting into you, the way you grip at the sheets, even the way you moan his name. He’s perfected the art of rolling his hips, actually thrusting rather than jackhammering, pushing in fast but pulling out slowly so that you can feel every ridge and inch of him. He’s also got very good aim – once he’s found your sweet spot, he’s able to target his thrusts pretty precisely, hitting at least the general area with every punch of his hips. The end result is that you almost always end up coming on his cock, his thumb pressing circles against your clit to help you along. And this is great news for Eita, because he gets so much more sensitive when there’s copious amounts of slick helping guide him in and out, the extra wetness and warmth giving him just the right amount of extra stimulation to send him over the edge. He keeps himself mostly shaven, liking the way it looks, but occasionally he’ll slack a bit, leaving a layer of light stubble that tickles your cheeks when you’re taking him in your mouth.

He's a shooter, but it’s a pretty weak stream. There’s not a huge amount of force behind it, so when it lands on your body it feels like gentle rain – just with very large droplets. His cum actually tastes pretty decent, which is shocking because his diet isn’t the best, especially when he’s on the road. He likes coming on you, but the longer he spends being sexually active with you, the more he finds himself being drawn to finishing inside you, cock plugging you up between your legs. He’s always fascinated by the side of how your cunt – still convulsing a bit after the orgasm he just gave you – pushes a bit out rhythmically. (Sometimes, when he’s trying to brainstorm for song writing, he’ll think back to those rhythms, inspiration suddenly hitting him as he writes a love song, lyrics full of sexual innuendos and yearning.) Eita doesn’t come too terribly quickly, but even if he does it’s okay because he’s able to recover pretty quickly, only needing a good five minutes before he’s rock hard again, cock still covered in his cum and drooling more pre. He really enjoys overstimulating you, so this comes in handy often. He’s decently vocal during sex, but his talking takes a sharp uptake as he nears his orgasm, the words growing less understandable and more rushed as he gets closer and closer. He curses a lot, labored breaths of shit or fucking hell, babe slipping past his lips. And when he’s right on the cusp, he’s slurring out compliments and praises of you, telling you that you’re so damn pretty, lamenting on about how he loves you, chanting like a prayer mine mine mine. He hips go stock still when he’s coming, completely frozen inside you except for the pulsing, letting your walls clamp down on him and furthering his orgasm.

His favorite way for you to touch him is head, but particularly where he’s in control. He’ll always let you have your fun at first when you get on your knees for him, letting you suck and kitten lick at his tip. He’ll let you do whatever you want at first – his hips will buck a bit if you suck really, really hard at the head, but he’ll let you do whatever feels right. Eventually, though, he’ll reach a point where he wants to take over, because you pleasuring him is teasing him, not giving him quite what he’s so desperately seeking. And so, he’ll tangle his fingers in your hair, physically moving your head rather than thrusting himself, treating you like some glorified hole for him to fuck. He’s still muttering all those compliments from before, telling you that you look pretty below him, that your mouth feels good, that he’s wanted this for so damn long, all the while feeling his orgasm draw closer and closer. But the fantasy really comes into play when he finishes – wrapping his fingers around his base, pulling your head off of him and vigorously, violently rutting his fist up and down, jerking himself off as his orgasm builds and builds and builds, eventually crashing down and making him slur out your name, your mouth wide open as he aims his cock, tip right above your open mouth. He wants to control where it all lands, all against your tongue, lolled out and waiting for him. There’s something about the sight that gets him panting, and when it’s all finished he’ll want you to make a show of swallowing it, opening your mouth back up to show him you’ve gulped down every last fucking drop. He’ll want you to lean in and suckle at him a bit more, tongue swiping out to catch any remaining bits of cum, licking him clean and making sure to take everything he’s giving you. It’ll get him shivering in oversensitivity, not quite ready for another round yet, but he doesn’t mind the pain – not when he's got you on your hands and knees minutes later, sinking into you with a thumb working diligently against your clit, determined to make you feel the same as him if not even better. (Often, when his next orgasm hits him, nothing will even come out – he’s shooting blanks, every bit of cum he had to offer already having been swallowed by you earlier.)

He’s five inches, the average size but with a few above average details. When Satori gets hard, he really, really does - when you reach out to grasp at him, fingers wrapping around his shaft, he’s truly solid, truly firm to the touch. If you try to squeeze you’ll be met with resistance, his cock so genuinely swollen and desperate to be inside of you that he’s rock fucking hard. He’s veiny, too; they criss cross and decorate the length of his cock, sitting up raised and sensitive to the touch. The kind of veins you see on posts of men smoking cigarettes and having long, nimble fingers – those kinds of veins. He likes when you trail your tongue lightly along the different lines and patterns, a draw-out hiss slipping past his lips as his eyes flutter but don’t quite shut. His cock goes bright red the moment he gets hard, the pretty rose color standing out against his pale skin, nearly matching his hair. Depending on the day you catch him, he can be a bit insecure about his cock; he wants you to like it really, really badly, and the first time you’ve got him naked in front of you, he’ll be blushing and watching your every expression, hoping and praying that you like what you’re seeing, what you’re tasting, what you’re feeling. It spurs him on to hear you praise him, and the moment you say anything positive about his dick, he’s fucking you harder, faster, deeper, anything to get you crying his name and clenching down on him like you’ll never let him pull out. 

His cum is thin, always running down your skin and leaving a milky trail behind. It’s plentiful; there’s just so much of it, and when he’s stuffing your mouth, he’ll often have to pull out and finish on your face to avoid choking you. (He likes this, though, if only because the sight of you with his cum dripping past your lips and down your chin gets him ready for round two, the urge to stuff every possible hole full of his cum making him near feral.) He dribbles a bit, streaming out of his tip as he pants and groans, like a faucet that hasn’t been turned off with the way it just keeps coming. His favorite place to finish is on your breasts, liking how it looks against your soft skin. He likes to scoop some up with his thumb and rub it against your nipple, smearing it and leaving a sheen against the pebbled skin. When he comes, his whole body jerks, spasming and shuddering, and he even writhes a bit, as if the pleasure is just too much for him to handle. He’s trembling before, during and after he finishes, needing quite some time to calm down. He has to reach out and grasp onto something (normally it’s you or the bedframe), trying to ground himself because his orgasms are powerful, sucking the air out of his lungs and leaving him unable to walk for a few minutes without his knees buckling. He’s a moaner, too, always saying your name or mindlessly babbling, just needing some way to express the pleasure he’s feeling all because of you.

His favorite way for you to touch him is when you ride him, bouncing yourself up and down on top of him as he lays down, clutching at the pillow behind his head. He likes the way you look, especially when you lean down too, your tits squishing against his chest as your hips keep working away at him, alternating between grinding down and thrusting, never quite letting him comfortable before changing it up. He likes when you kiss him while you fuck him, and his lips will be insistent, eager, the kiss wet and sloppy and fully of passion. He’ll ask to touch you, bringing his hands up to press against your back, tangling into your hair, cupping at your ass, always wandering and wanting to grab and touch more and more. He likes the way your cunt grips him, milking him for all he’s worth as you use him, his cock like your own personal dildo as you make a mess of him. It feels like heaven, and if you bring two fingers down, slipping them past his lips? Well, Satori is immediately sucking and moaning around them, the only thing he possibly enjoys more being when you spit into his mouth. He likes giving you control, and feeling the way you take charge and squeeze around his length gets his head spinning and his chest heaving, his orgasm drawing closer alarmingly quickly with every bounce of your hips. You feel like heaven, and he’ll want to finish inside you, sending ropes of his cum as deeply inside you as possible – this angle lets him get as deep as physically possible, and he’ll want you to just lay with him afterwards, cock still nestled in your cunt as you sooth sweet words down at him, playing with his hair and letting him calm down from the very slight subspace you’d worked him into. (If you call him pretty in his post-orgasmic glow, the tiniest little dribble of cum will come from his tip, making him shudder and gasp your name, embarrassment eating him up and making him even cuter.)

He’s just shy of five inches, but he’s got a decent amount of girth that makes up for his smaller length. His cock is very heavy, always drooping a bit when he gest hard, never quite passing the ninety degree mark. His tip always takes on this dark color, too, a maroon that showcases just how much blood is flowing to his cock whenever you arouse him. His balls are heavy, too, and although they don’t droop as much as his shaft, they are incredibly sensitive. Almost too sensitive, if Kenjirou’s being honest, because even just the brush of your hand against them gets him sucking in his breath, torn between wanting you to do it again and wanting you to avoid them because he will come if you keep going. Overall, his cock’s not particularly pretty, but it’s functional and will make you lick your lips a bit when you see it – it’s a man’s, packing a punch when he bullies it inside your cunt, always stretching you out more than you expect. He’s a little bit insecure about his size, however, so don’t say anything to him about it – he doesn’t even really like you looking at it for long periods of time, if only because it’s just embarrassing to have you examine him like that, with your eyes all wide and glassy and lust pooling in your gut.

He dribbles, and there’s lot of it; it comes out in bursts, oozing from his tip in globs and dripping all the way down his length, down over his balls, even sometimes getting down to his thighs. It’s pretty watery, and not super opaque – it’s more of a slightly translucent white, to the point where when it’s smeared all over your lips, Kenjirou could mistake it for lip gloss. (But lip gloss doesn’t make your lips look as good as his cum does, he swears. Especially when your lips are all swollen and battered from sucking him off, from excessive kissing and biting.) He’s not too much of a moaner, instead grunting more or muttering out slurred phrases and syllables that sound suspiciously like your name. He’ll let out these harsh exhales of breath as he gets closer, almost sounding pained as the pleasure intensifies. (One time you thought it was a sign of pain and pulled off him, straddling him and asking if he was okay, only to receive an honest to god growl while his hands clutched at your hips and brought you back down to sit on his cock, a strained, bitten back keep going slipping through grit teeth.) His face scrunches up when he comes, eyebrows drawing together tight and eyes closing, his mouth settling into almost a grimace as he rides out the waves of his pleasure – it feels good, he promises, it’s just his face. Prefers to come on your body, or in your mouth – inside you is fine, too, but he really likes seeing his cum against your skin. He thinks you look good like that, and sometimes, as he’s coming down from his orgasmic high, he’ll even run his fingertips over your cum-stained skin and mutter a small pretty…

His favorite way for you to touch him is when you’re sitting in his lap, gyrating your hips nice and slow. His orgasms are stronger when they come from long-lasting, duller pleasure, and the grind of your cunt against his cock makes his head spin, yearning for more friction and more more more. He likes when you move in circular motions, going clockwise for a while before suddenly changing directions and going counter-clockwise, the sudden change making him hiss under his breath. He likes you to be fully naked when you do this, because he’ll often lean forward and suck a nipple into his mouth, his hands squeezing at the fat of your hips and waist, brown eyes admiring the way you look perched in his lap, like some sort of god. He’ll often try to control your pacing, those hands at your hips pushing and pulling you, trying to get you to speed up or slow down, almost using you like his own personal toy. As he gets closer he’ll move your body faster and faster, the desperation growing and morphing into something that makes him bury his face into the crook of your neck, or against your sternum, an uneven, shaky exhale of your name filling your ears as something warm and wet smears against your pretty folds. He just likes that he gets to look at your face the whole time, and orgasming this way is less embarrassing than the headrush that being inside you and getting direct stimulation gives  him – he can control it better this way, sound less depraved, sound less needy for you.

He’s a solid five inches with a little bit extra, though he is on the skinnier side. He’s got a few veins that run along the top and on the side; not too much, but enough to be noticeable. He likes when you drag your tongue along them, tracing the lines and making him shiver. He’s decently sensitive, always swallowing and gulping as a way to stop any sound from slipping past his lips. Early into his developing feelings for you, he took the time to meticulously and carefully trim himself, even going completely shaven once or twice just to see how it felt. (He’s got this weird fixation with making sure that he looks perfect the first time that he gets you naked in front of him, and this includes his grooming. Eventually, however, he gives up, deciding that it’s too much time and effort, though he keeps a razor in his bathroom always prepped and ready on the off chance that he thinks he might get lucky with you that night – he’s pretty optimistic, so this happens pretty often, never quite getting fruition.) His cock’s always moving, though; he bobs heavily, always seeming to twitch and throb even without stimulation. It's like it’s got a mind of its own – beads of precum drool from his tip at the slightest thought or suggestion of you doing anything even remotely sexual, and immediately he’s throbbing, sometimes even being visible through his pants when he’s really pent up and achingly hard.

His cum does, unfortunately, taste pretty bad. It’s bitter, incredibly so, and although he tries to make it more edible by changing his diet, it doesn’t work too well. This is pretty unfortunate, because he really loves fucking your mouth, and always ends up wanting to finish inside. However, he’s noticed your grimaces and the way your face gets all puckered when you taste him after he comes down your throat, and he won’t press the issue too hard. (He will, however, try to keep himself inside your mouth for as long as possible, only pulling out at the last possible second. Often, he’s not quite fast enough, however – cum releases both inside your mouth and out, making a mess and leaving the taste against your tongue.) His cum is pretty runny, having more the consistency of water, making it very quick to spread and run down your chin and throat, stopping and bunching up at your breasts. He shoots, and quite far, too – a good foot or so, the force behind his orgasms clearly visible in the way he throws his head back, cheeks bright red and sending cum flying, quite literally strong enough to knock over inanimate objects. He moans a lot, the words turning incoherent as he nears his finish, though it’s not too important you hear them. It’s mostly just your name, little pleas and slurred please’s, all melding together to create something that sounds like a mixture of a moan and a whine. His body jerks when he comes, too, his abs clenching and visibly flexing as it just keeps spurting out of him.

His favorite way for you to touch him, as briefly mentioned, is when you give him head. There’s something about it that he really likes – it’s been his longest standing fantasy, one of the very first things he found himself imagining after his feelings for you formed, and holds a special place in his heart. He’ll want you to be on your knees, looking up at him with fluttering lashes and a tongue flicking out to lick across your lips. He’s not too picky on how you suck him off, but he wants it to be messy, liking the feeling of your spit coating him and god, when you pull off him with a wet noise, the strand of saliva and precum that connects your lips to his tip is enough to get him tangling his fingers in your hair, mumbling your name like a prayer as he guides you to take him in again, to keep going deeper and deeper, even if you’re gagging and choking. He’ll want to finish in your mouth, burying himself to the hilt, balls pressed firmly against the curve of your chin as he throbs, balls clenching tightly and flooding your mouth with cum. He wants it to go directly down your throat, and he won’t pull away until it’s all been released, every drop safe and secure in your warm little mouth. He wants to watch you swallow, and he’ll give himself a few pumps as an afterthought as he watches, once more growing hard and aroused because you just swallowed his cum, do you want some more?

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