˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ he’s massive. but treats you like you’re made of something holy.
tw: size kink, deep penetration, fingering, oral (f. receiving), slow prep, thick cock, overstimulation, praise, creampie, missionary/spooning, established relationship
You swear you fall in love with him a little more every time he touches you.
But because he’s gentle despite the size of him - despite the power in his arms, the weight of his body, the sheer overwhelming scale of him against you. He could move you with one finger, carry you with one arm, crush you without meaning to.
He never even comes close.
He holds you like he might break if he isn’t careful.
Tonight, it starts with his hands.
Not even between your thighs yet - just on your back, brushing slow, tracing down your ribs with the kind of worship that makes your eyes flutter shut.
“Lay back for me." He murmurs, voice a low, warm rumble against your cheek. “Let me see all of you.”
You do. Because you always do.
Your body sinks into the futon, soft and open, and he settles between your thighs, massive shoulders eclipsing your view until all you can see is him.
His fingers slide from your hips to your inner thighs - thumbs brushing close, but not touching where you need him.
“Beautiful." He whispers. “You always are.”
Your breath hitches, thighs twitching wider on instinct.
“Opening up for me?” He asks softly.
Gyomei lowers his head - not fast - and presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh. Then another. And another. Slow, warm, deliberate kisses that travel higher and higher until his breath is ghosting over your cunt.
One huge palm smooths over your belly, grounding you. “It’s alright, little one. I'll give you what I need."
Then he parts you carefully with two fingers, leans in, and licks one slow, aching stripe from your hole to your clit.
His responding groan is even louder.
“You taste…” He breathes, almost struggling for words, “divine.”
His tongue circles your clit - soft and deliberate, slow enough to make your spine bend. He takes his time, learning you all over again, kissing and licking like he’s savoring a sweet.
Just slow, patient worship.
His hands stay wide on your hips, spreading you open, holding you steady as he sucks gently - not enough to overwhelm you, but enough to make you moan his name through your teeth.
He hums into you, and the vibration sends your back arching off the futon.
“Shh." He soothes, pulling back just enough to breathe warm air over you. “Let me open you up.”
He brings two fingers to your entrance, coated thick in your arousal.
“You’re already dripping." He murmurs, cheeks slightly flushed. "So needy."
“I always need you." You whisper.
And then he pushes one finger in.
Slowly. So slowly it feels like your whole body is trembling with the stretch. His fingers are thick, longer than anyone’s you’ve ever known, and he moves them so carefully - curling just enough to make your breath catch, stroking deep enough to make you melt.
Your cunt flutters around him, tight and needy.
“Easy." He whispers, leaning up to kiss your knee. “Let me in…there you go.”
A second finger joins the first.
You gasp, hips lifting off the futon, and Gyomei’s other hand immediately cups your belly, applying gentle pressure.
“You’re doing so well." He murmurs, voice thick with praise. “Your body welcomes me so beautifully.”
His fingers scissor slowly.
He knows your body better than anyone ever has.
“Gyomei." You whine softly, “Please - please, more….”
“No." He says gently, kissing the soft skin just above your mound. “Not until you’re ready. Not until it feels good. Not until your body tells me yes.”
He curls his fingers deeper. Hits a spot that makes you gasp loud, thighs clamping around his wrist.
“There." He exhales. “There it is...”
He pumps his fingers slow, deep, coaxing moans from your throat until your legs shake.
He lowers his mouth again - wrapping his lips around your clit while his fingers fuck you slow.
You cry his name, thighs trembling, cunt clenching tight around his fingers while he moans into you like he’s never tasted anything more addictive.
He doesn’t stop until your hips fall back limp.
Only then does he ease his fingers out - slow, gentle, stroking your thigh with his clean hand while he licks the other slowly, savoring your taste.
“Perfect." He whispers again. “You are perfect.”
He waits until you pull him up, until you meet his lips with yours, kissing him sweet and slow. His body dwarfs yours completely, arms caging you in.
“Ready?” He asks, forehead touching yours.
But he still moves carefully.
Gyomei lines himself up with one hand, the tip of his cock nudging your entrance. Even that alone makes your breath hitch.
“It’s alright,” he whispers. “I’ll go slow.”
He pushes in barely an inch.
Your back arches. Your nails dig into his shoulders.
“I’ve got you." He murmurs, kissing your cheek. “Just breathe. Let your body soften around me.”
And he feels it the moment you relax - your muscles loosening, your breath evening out.
He presses in another inch.
Whispers praise into your skin.
“You take me so well…your body is incredible…you make me feel so lucky…”
By the time his hips meet yours, you’re shaking and moaning softly into his ear.
You’ve never felt so full in your life.
He groans - soft, strained - his arms trembling as he holds himself above you.
“Tell me." He whispers, breath shaking, “Is it too much?”
“No." You gasp, eyes glassy. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
And then - carefully - he begins to move.
Just deep. Long, slow thrusts that make your breath stutter, your toes curl, your arms wrap around his back like you need to keep him there.
He groans. Bends to kiss your temple. Your cheek. Your lips.
“And I love you." He whispers, voice thick and almost breaking. "For all of our lives, I love you."
His hips grind deep, hitting that place inside you that makes your whole body go soft.
“You’re doing so well…” He murmurs. “I can feel you holding me. So warm…so tight…so perfect for me…”
You come again - silent at first, then gasping, then crying his name into his shoulder as your body squeezes around him.
Gyomei groans deep, thrusts once…
He stays deep, chest pressed to yours, one hand cupping your cheek while the other keeps your hips still, holding you through the aftershocks.
He just holds you. Lips brushing your cheek as he whispers,
“Thank you for letting me love you.”
And you smile - soft and drunk on him, on his gentleness, on the feeling of him still warm and deep inside you.
“Thank you for loving me, Giyomei." You whisper.
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