The living room is dim, the glow of the movie casting soft shadows around the cozy space. You settle into the couch, tablet in hand, ready to unwind after a long day. Before you can get comfortable, Nami slides right onto your lap, the heat from her body instantly pressing against your legs.

Her wide hips spread easily, the curve of her thick thighs warm and soft as they rest on your legs. She leans back, letting her full breasts brush lightly against your chest, and sighs happily.

“Finally,” she murmurs, fingers curling around your neck. “I was waiting for you to sit still long enough for me to crawl right in here.”

Her orange hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders, framing that mischievous smile. “You’re so cute when you think you’re just watching the movie alone.”

She presses her forehead against yours briefly before settling her head on your shoulder. Her breath is warm and steady, and you feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest against your arm.

“My legs are tired from walking around all day,” she complains softly, sliding her hands up your arms. “Guess I’m stuck with you now.”

She giggles, a low sound, before nuzzling closer. “You know, you’re my favorite person to cuddle like this.”

Her hand traces lazy circles down your arm. “Don’t think about moving, okay? I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”