Aoi knew he was big. Tall, broad, heavy in every way that sometimes it scares him how easy it would be to crush you by accident. At night, he worries about holding you too tight in his sleep, or when his fingers lace with yours, or when his palms cup your cheeks. His hands could cover your whole face without even trying.

And it's not just his height. He's big everywhere. Every time you two get intimate, he's careful, almost hesitant. Afraid of hurting you. That's why he's always so gentle.

But tonight was different.

He came home tense, and the feeling didn't leave him. He watched you at the sink, washing dishes after dinner, and something in him snapped. Stepping closer, he bent down to kiss the top of your head, then without warning, slid his hands under your armpits and lifted you off the ground like you weight nothing.

"You're coming with me. Forget the dishes." he muttered, turning you easily in his arms until your legs wrapped around his waist.

In the bedroom, that gentleness he usually carried was gone. His touch was firm, commanding. One big hand gripped your ankle, lifting it high in the air, while the other one gripped into your waist. His thrusts were harder, deeper, his voice rough against your ear.

"Fuck... you're so cute. Look at you- like I could break you any second. So small."

His hands roamed your body, pressing flat against your stomach, covering your entire lower half. Slowly, he pushed down until his grin widened at what he felt.

"Mhm... I can feel myself. You want me to go deeper, cutie?" he asked, smirking down at you. "or will you break from being so full already..?"