Smut, sort of different, but really liked how this came out
Let me know if you want me to do more of these types smuts!
Enjoy you lil freaks
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He's become so much more aware since he's been with you, or maybe just even more aware. He's always known how big his hands are, they've been massive for as long as he can remember and exceptionally large compared to everyone else's. He's always extra gentle and soft with his movements, especially when running his fingers through your hair or when he touches you in the places he longs for and aches to see.
He knows how much you love his hands, since you constantly want to touch them and feel the heaviness, roughness of them in your own; you often fiddle with his hands when the two of you are just sitting together in peaceful silence, tracing your index finger over the lines in his palm. He loves that more than anything.
You also love the feeling of him intertwining those long, slender fingers of his with your own. Even when he's just passing behind you and he places his hands on your shoulders delicately as he makes his way around you and you can feel them pressed into your skin, it creates a loud drumming in your chest that seems to never go away.
He also knows just howmuch you love his fingers, how every time he slithers the digits into your warm panties when it's late at night and neither of you can sleep, and he dips his index and middle finger just into your folds to gather your wetness that he knows has formed and spreads it over your throbbing clit, you practically fall apart.
The sounds you make get him more than anything, your whimpers as you reach down and place your smaller hand on the back of his rough knuckles, feeling him pump in and out of you as his digits curl upwards. His name comes off of your tongue like it's meant to be the only thing you've ever learned how to say, thighs clamping shut around his wrist and throat closing up as his cock hardens against your ass from the position your both at.
He's become so much more aware of the effect his voice has on you, just a simple whisper, and feeling his hot breath on your ear making goosebumps appear on your skin. All he has to do is say "Spread those pretty thighs for me." And you're done for, though he never gets big headed about the fact that he has such a power over you, he appreciates it, cherishes it, respects you and everything about who you are.
He's become so much more aware of the way your attitude changes when you want him, the little frustrated sighs that escape your lips when he doesn't notice (though the does notice, but he thinks you're just so fucking precious, how can he give in just yet?)
Your eyelids seem to get heavy and look lower than usual, your lashes batting and lips pursing as a look of desperation crosses your discontent features. You'll cling onto his broad shoulders or crawl onto his firm lap and feverishly grip at his shirt, brisk begs coming from your lips while your hips can't even help but to rut against his jeans.
