
Like I feel like he could easily lift me up and carry me around. It's literally no big deal to him? And we're like: "G-guwon, I can walk, yk?", and he'll let out a low chuckle and will whisper "I know, but let me carry you around. What use are these muscles if not to lift you? We wouldn't want that pretty feet to get tired, yeah?" And I'll be blushing so hard and he'll see that as cute and will always tease me. Also, he looks rough and big and scary and all but to me... (yes babe just me) he's super gentle. Like his touches are soft as fuck. I secretly like the feeling of his large calloused hand enveloping me. But in special situations, like when he has my consent, he'll be rough and treat me like a fuckdoll. Like all that grabbing hair and cockwarming and sweats and creams. That's also the situation where he'll degrade me deliciously, like damn right I'm your pretty cumdump. He'll suffocate me with his weight, he's heavy as fuck. And in those times I am reminded that my husband is just a man. But he's my man. Afterwards he'll feel so bad but not sorry? You get it? And he'll give me the bestest aftercare ever. Like cuddles and soft kisses and taking a bath together and feeding me and keeping me hydrated and massaging me and all. And we'll go back to my main point, which is he'll carry me around again. It's a cycle, really. He loves me too much. (Sorry, I'm just ovulating. Thirsting on him sates me)
but you could hear my heart shatter