You could take a break at home by lounging or dozing off in various positions around the flat, but because to how thick your thighs were, nothing you did would make them comply.

"Screw these damn thighs," You mumbled to yourself. After his shift in the Mafia, Chuuya finally arrived as you heard the front door click.

He instantly reached over the couch to see you but stopped when he saw you in those shorts rubbing your thighs with your hands.

"What are you doing?" He smirked.