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The Orge snores. Loudly. And you cannot escape, no matter how much you struggle. You were pressed into the living room couch, squished into the plush cushions much like Yujiro was squished against your plump body. His thick arms were snagged around your soft waist as he lay on top of you, fingers sinking into the soft pudge of your stomach as it spilled between the gaps of his large, calloused digits. His face was buried in your soft curls of hair, barely muffling his loud snores as they rattled you to the bone and reverberated through your chest. He had only passed out mere moments ago, deciding that your body was soft and warm enough as he cuddled against you and collapsed. It was all fun and games until you realised your boyfriend weighed over 265 pounds of pure muscle, crafted and honed to perfect like he was blessed by the Gods, or probably a sinister demon, and he decided when the cuddles would end.
A soft sigh fell from your parted lips as you attempted to shove him one last time, just enough to loosen his tight grip on your plump figure and allow you to breathe properly again. You did not succeed and you think you could feel his arms coil tighter around you as you were crushed further beneath him. At least there was no safer place to be, secured in Yujiro’s arms and shielding you from the world if you so choose. The strong scent of his cologne invaded your senses when you breathed in deep, wisps of his red hair tickling the round swell of your cheek as your face slipped deeper into the crook of his neck. Your hands were splayed against his muscular back and your hands felt so small against the large expanse of muscles as you dipped your fingers into the groves of his spine. You swear you could feel a purr of content rumbling in Yujiro’s chest and you thought you could try again to wriggle out beneath him. It obviously failed.
His loud snores were disturbed as he grunted, fingers digging into your plump waist and legs tangling further with your thick thighs to make sure you were completely trapped.
"Quit squirming" he grumbled, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear and stirring the hairs lining the nape of your neck.
"You’re heavy" you complained. "And you’re crushing me."
He eased his grip on you a fraction, just enough to allow you to slip a little further up until his face collided with the softness of your chest. He seemed content there, not bothering to move any more as he contented himself on the warmth your body provided. It was obvious that he wasn't going to move for a while and you were just going to have to stay a little while longer. A smile tilted your lips as you resigned yourself to your fate. You slipped your fingers in his mess of unkempt hair, red locks slipping through your fingers as your nails pleasantly scratched the back of his scalp.
"Better?"
You hummed softly and nodded. "Better" you replied, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to his forehead.