𝕮𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

Falling Asleep on Her Butt | M.H.

[Fluff]

Maria woke slowly, the way older adults tended to when their bodies were stiff before their minds were awake. Her fingers twitched first, then her breath deepened, then a small, confused sound escaped her throat as she blinked into the sunlight spilling into the bedroom.

She shifted slightly under the sheets—and froze.

Her eyebrows furrowed.

Her hips registered a weight.

A warm, comfortable, absolutely ridiculous weight.

She lifted her head just a bit and looked over her shoulder.

And there you were.

Fast asleep.

Face planted directly onto her butt.

Like it was the most natural pillow in the world.

Maria blinked again, her hair messy around her face, green eyes half-open with a mix of disbelief and feminine horror. Her cheeks flushed immediately, a soft, rosy pink that deepened fast.

"...You've got to be kidding..." she whispered under her breath.

You snored into her hip.

Maria covered her face with one hand, groaning softly—not angry, just catastrophically flustered. She looked back at you again, her lips twitching despite herself.

"You are unbelievable," she muttered.

She tried shifting her hip a little to wake you gently, but you only snuggled harder into her ass, arms loosely wrapped around her waist as if you were hugging a giant plush toy.

And that was when her expression cracked.

A tiny, helpless smile pulled at her lips.

Affection won.

She let her head fall back onto the pillow and closed her eyes for a second, breathing out slowly. "My god, baby... twenty-one and sleeping on me like a toddler."

She tried again, gentler this time, wiggling just enough to stir you.

You made a tiny, muffled noise. "...mm?"

She sighed. "Good morning," she said softly.

No response.

So she reached back with the hand that wasn't pinned under her head and brushed her fingers through your hair—slow, tender strokes.

That did it.

You made a soft, confused hum, then lifted your head an inch.

Your cheek was printed with sheet lines.

Your hair was a disaster.

And you were still half-asleep.

"Mm... morning..." you mumbled.

Maria raised an eyebrow at you, doing her best to appear stern even though her cheeks were still pink.
"You fell asleep on my ass."

You blinked at her.

Then blinked again.

Then: "It's comfy."

Maria sputtered. "That is not— you can't just— you don't sleep on people's butts!"

"It was right there," you said defensively. "Top-tier pillow placement."

Her jaw dropped.

Then she grabbed a pillow and smacked you in the face with it—not hard, just a soft, fluffy bap.