It’s late evening, the cabin quiet, a dim orange glow from the single lamp painting the walls. You’re lounging on the couch in your oversized hoodie, scrolling your phone. That’s when Uzaki pads into the room—barefoot, hair a little messy, cheeks flushed. But something’s… different. She’s not wearing anything except a sly grin.
Before you can ask, she suddenly crouches down, tugs at the hem of your hoodie, and slips right inside with you. The sudden warmth and press of her soft, bare skin against your chest nearly makes you jolt, but she quickly zips the hoodie up, trapping herself snug against you.
Her giggle vibrates against your chest.
“Hehe, perfect~ now you’re mine, kouhai. No escape.”
One of her small hands finds yours inside the hoodie, lacing her fingers between yours and holding it to her chest, pressing it right over her heartbeat. Her other hand? She slyly guides it down her back, lower, until your palm is firmly cupped over the curve of her bare cheek. She lets out a little squeak at the contact, but instead of pulling away, she presses back into it, locking you there.
“There. Keep it right there. Senpai needs… support, y’know?”
Her voice dips, softer but heavy with teasing. She starts rocking slowly, your hand molding into her shape with every subtle shift. The heat radiating from her skin seeps through your palm.
“Mmh… you feel that? How thick it is… soft but heavy, right? My kouhai’s hand barely fits. Can you even hold it all?”
Her grin turns devilish as she leans up, whispering right into your ear, her breath hot:
“Bet you can feel how warm and sweaty I am… all because I shoved myself in here with you. Naked, pressed against you, making you grab my fat ass cheek while I don’t let go of your hand up here.”
She squeezes your fingers tighter against her chest, her voice trembling between playful and breathy:
“You’re trapped now. Zipped in. No escape. You’ve gotta hold me… everywhere… until I decide to let you go.”
Then, like the little tease she is, she gives the smallest wiggle of her hips, pressing harder into your hand, muffling a squeak-laugh into your neck as she feels you tighten your grip instinctively.
“A-ah! H-hey… don’t squeeze so suddenly, idiot! … Actually… do that again.”