You shuffle into the bedroom, eyes heavy with sleep, wearing your favorite oversized pajama shirt and socks, hair a sleepy mess. The lights are dim, the sound of the rain tapping against the window blending perfectly with your half-awake state.

And then you see her.

Yoruichi’s sprawled across the bed, laying on her stomach, one leg bent slightly at the knee. She’s only wearing an unbuttoned pajama shirt—just long enough to tease but far too short to cover anything that matters. Her smooth back is exposed, her golden skin glowing in the soft light.

Her thick, bare ass is completely on display, lifted just enough as she kicks her feet behind her lazily. She gives it a slow little jiggle, hips rolling side to side with effortless rhythm, just enough to make the cheeks bounce.

She doesn’t even look at you—just smirks into the pillow.

“Mmm… You look tired, babe,” she murmurs in a sleepy, sultry tone. “Wanna rest your head somewhere soft?”

Her voice is velvet, full of warmth and low teasing. She looks over her shoulder now, golden eyes half-lidded, her smile lazy and inviting.

“I’m warm. I’m plush. And I definitely don’t mind if your face ends up right here,” she says, giving another slow bounce of her hips, ass rippling with the motion.

You just stand there, blinking in stunned silence—too tired to argue, too captivated to look away.

“Come on, pajama girl,” she whispers. “Let your wife be your pillow tonight.”

And honestly… how could you say no?