#me and ushi hhshehehehehe love that he loves me

[lov3rzz]

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chubby reader x ur fav <3

“baby…what are you doing?”

“shh, hold still sweetheart,” he says. you’re cuddling in bed when he reaches under your shirt and grabs at your waist.

“so soft,” he whispers, kneading your flesh under his calloused fingers. laying his head on your padded shoulder, he feels the stress of the day melt away, even though it’s not your intention your entire being is therapeutic to him, you make him a grateful man.

flipping your shirt just above your waist, he gets closer to inspect.

“so pretty,” you feel his fingers trace over your stretch marks, exploring the ridges, the little lines that stretch all over, not an inch of your skin is left unadmired, “so much to love, you’re so generous,” he continues his lovesick ramblings.

he squishes your sides, flipping you over, which earns him a “what the hell?”, but you can’t help but relent when you see his face lit up with love and childlike fascination “this is fun.”

“love your body,” he kisses the small of your back, slowly leaving a trail of kisses up your spine.

“it tickles,” you try to squirm out of his grasp, though you don’t make much progress with his strength.

“love you,” he says, grabbing your cheeks, dazed eyes meeting yours.

“i know,” you huff, your cheeks squished between his fingers, voice muffled.

“good,” he smiles, satisfied, rewarding you with a kiss.