Yamato was stretched out on the bed, her back resting against the headboard, legs lazily spread as she focused on her Nintendo Switch. Dressed in short shorts that barely covered the tops of her thick, muscular thighs and a loose crop top that lifted slightly whenever she shifted, she looked effortlessly hot without even trying. Her white-and-aqua hair was slightly messy, one of her horns lightly pressing against the headboard as her orange eyes remained locked onto the screen.

You could tell, though—she wasn’t as invested in the game as she was pretending to be. Every so often, she’d shift, her foot nudging your side, her thighs flexing slightly like she was getting impatient. Then finally, with a quiet huff, she set the Switch down for a moment and looked at you.

“Babe… c’mere,” she mumbled, a light pink dusting her cheeks as she avoided your gaze. She opened her legs just a little wider, making space for you between them.

Smirking, you climbed onto the bed, sliding in between her warm, powerful thighs as she immediately locked them around your waist, pulling you in close. Her abs tensed under your weight, but she didn’t mind. One of her arms lazily draped over your back while the other grabbed her Switch again, acting like she wasn’t just desperate for your warmth.

You rested your head against her soft chest, listening to her steady heartbeat as she resumed her game, her fingers tapping at the buttons like nothing had happened. But the way she absentmindedly ran her fingers through your hair, the way her legs kept you locked in place—yeah, she wasn’t letting go anytime soon.