૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა sleeping on Choso’s tummy!
you had absolutely no intention of falling asleep on Choso, but perhaps it’s what your body truly needs after all.
you’d been sitting beside him on the couch while he scrolled through his phone, one arm lazily stretched across the back cushions. the apartment was warm, the lights dim, and Choso was only wearing his gray sweatpants, that’s it.
then somehow, you ended up sprawled across the couch with your head resting directly on his stomach.
there was not a chance you were going to move, who would even try?
Choso glanced down “…comfortable?”
you smiled without opening your eyes. “very.”
his stomach moved beneath your cheek when he let out a quiet laugh. the motion was surprisingly soothing.
you could feel every breath he took, the slow rise, the slow fall. like laying on the gentlest ocean wave imaginable.
“you know,” you mumbled, “you’re squishy”
there was a couple of seconds with silence, then
a horrified look crossed his face
you wrapped your arms around his middle dramatically. “it’s perfect”
the poor man looked like his soul had temporality left his body. his ears immediately turning red.
you could practically feel the embarrassment radiating off him.
“i’m serious” you continued
choso covered part of his face with one hand. “please stop talking”
a tiny smile fought its way onto his lips despite himself
you won. as usual, i mean you’re the queen after all.
a few minutes passed. the movie played in the background. neither of you paid attention, the movie was The notebook, who even enjoys that?
you could hear choso’s heartbeat beneath your ear, slow and steady. the heartbeat made your entire body relax without realizing it.
your eyes grew heavier, heavier, and heavier. eventually ended in you drifting off peacefully.
when choso realized you’d fallen asleep, he froze.
you were still wrapped around him, your cheek was squished against his soft stomach. your breathing was slow and even, you just looked tremendously adorable.
he couldn’t move, it’s not that he physically couldn’t, but he absolutely refused to wake you up. so he just stayed there for nearly an hour, one arm resting carefully beside you, and the other absentmindedly playing with your hair.
every now and then your face would nuzzle against him in your sleep, and every single time, choso looked seconds away from combusting.
the affection was physically overwhelming him, but eventually you stirred. your eyes blinked open slowly, the first thing you saw being choso already looking down at you.
the second thing you realized was that you’d basically been suing him as a giant pillow. you smiled sleepily,
his voice sounded softer than usual.
you stretched slightly before settling back down.
choso laughed quietly seeing how made little to no effort of leaving such sacred place.
“then why are you still laying there?”
you turned your face into his stomach again.
the answer came out muffled. “warm”
for a second choso didn’t respond, but you could still feel him looking at you.
then you felt his hand settle gently on the back of your head, holding you there. it was obvious he wanted to keep you close.
his thumb brushed lightly through your hair.
and when he spoke again, his voice was so quiet you almost missed it.
“…you can stay as long as you want”
the way he said it made your heart beat a little faster than what it usually would when you’re around him. so you just smiled against him.
and choso’s hand remained in your hair long after the movie ended. ♡
a/n: i freaking ADORE chubby men, i wish choso was canonically on the chubbier sad, but a girl can dream ;c
