im thinking that shoto has no idea how big he gets until you start fawning over it. like yeah he’s tall super tall and thats cool but when he works out he’s not doing it to show off its so he can keep fit and do his job… but then he starts to notice how you’re always asking him to carry big bags of rice n pasta when you’re shopping for groceries, how you always point to the jars on the top shelf even though you don’t usually need them.
nowadays when he’s on top of you, you’ll lock your ankles around his waist and dig your nails into his chest because it’s so plush and soft when he’s relaxed it helps ground you when you’ve been going at it so long… you moan louder when he crushes you and gush harder when his heavy thrusts pin you to the mattress. you like it when his arms wrap around your head and the veins pop from the pressure n then one day you’re panting underneath him, giggly and maybe delirious from the lack of air beneath his bedtimes and say. “so big sho, it hurts.”
“do you want me to stop?” he pauses to shake out wet two toned hair and pushes up on his forearms, sweaty chest tacky as it pulls away from yours.
“no.” you squeeze around him tighter, nails ripping into the straining muscle of his arms with crescent moons as you grown. “i said it… i said it was big. not that i wanted you to stop.”
i think that’s when he realises that you like how big he’s gotten MHMHM
found down. no heartbeat.
