Size Kink with David
Pairings: Actor!David Corenswet x reader
Summary: A headcanon where you're just a girl who's 5 feet, and your huge husband is 6'4. You're insecure about it, but he loves it.
Notes: MY 5FT GIRLIES STAND UPPP! Tired of being overlooked... reader insecurity in the beginning, and David's rebuttal in the end! Here’s my masterlist!
Here is part 2! Please check it out, thank you for the love 🥺
Warnings: Insecurities about height, little smut at the end!
Being 5 feet was not for the weak. Being with your wonderful 6’4 husband in public tends to cause some stares, even speculations about your age in the media.
God damn it, you're the same age as him.
David didn't care, though; he knew he was yours. Reassured you always that he’ll always be there, never leaving you. You hung up the moon and stars; you were the shoulder he leaned on, especially with his rise in popularity, you were his rock at the end of the day when things got rough.
Some cons about your height? Reaching in high places.
Reaching the cabinets, climbing the countertop to reach your favorite boxes of snacks? He’s right behind you, his chest pressed up on your back, breath fanning behind your ear.
“Careful there, my love, we don't want you to fall now, alright?”
David reaches to hand you the box, smirking like it was his absolute favorite thing to help you out with. You tend to sigh out of frustration, feeling bad about how much he has to help you with things.
Like the time he took you to see your favorite artist on your birthday, but you weren't able to see the stage with the larger crowd, so he offered to hoist you up on his shoulders. He absolutely didn't mind; he wanted you to enjoy your birthday happily.
David would always have to hunch down to kiss you, always lowering himself so he could see that pretty face of yours.
Sometimes when he doesn't wanna hunch, he'll hoist you up, your legs wrapped around his torso, where he can kiss you for hours on end.
He was your gentle giant, always careful with you.
You tend to get thrown around in large crowds, but your husband was always there securing you, his warm embrace there. Anywhere where it's crowded? Always has an eye on you, never having you leave his sight.
His biceps? He smirks at how you drool over them. He also loves how they're almost as big as your head. The comfort of his embrace puts you in a trance, a trance of peace, of a safe place where you can be.
When you guys have get-togethers in the house, you take a seat on his large lap, his big frame and arms snaking around your waist, as you're talking with friends or family, he doesn't even think you know that you're making him hard.
Sometimes, you were insecure about your height; negative thoughts plagued you. Thinking your husband could find someone who was slightly taller, and not bring him any inconvenience all the time.
When he first heard about your insecurities, it was like a shot to his heart. He constantly reassures you that he loves everything. The height honestly turns him on, and he especially shows it when you guys are in bed.
During sex? He did not want to break you whatsoever. You were so small, yet he was so huge; hurting you was the last thing he wanted.
But you were always frisky, you wanted all of him, and in the end, he gives it to you.
He's a full-on munch in bed when it comes to you. He loves when you are slotted under him in a missionary position, his massive frame caging at your small frame, his sudden thrust into your gummy tight walls, your small hands locked in with his bigger hands...
What sets him off the most as well? Your small hands raking his broad back, as he's pounding into you over and over.
"Da — David I'm cumming ahh-" as your writhing under him, so small, so tiny, as you clutch on him like a lifeline.
"Atta girl —" grunting into your ear as he finishes inside of you.
