You walked into the bedroom to find Korra sprawled across the bed in a most unexpected outfit: your snug compression shirt, stretched tight across her large breasts, and a pair of your boxers hanging low on her hips.

Her cheeks were flushed—not from exertion, but pure mischief.

She smiled, biting her lip. “I don’t know why I put these on,” she said, voice playful but soft. “Maybe it’s because I wanted to feel closer to you.”

She rolled onto her side, her thick thighs and hips shifting beneath the too-big clothes. The compression shirt rode up slightly, teasing the smooth curve of her waist.

“You know,” she added, “they’re way too big. But they smell like you.” She inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut in contentment.

Then she reached out, grabbing your hand and tugging it to rest on her hip.

“You can’t complain about that,” she whispered, her lips brushing your knuckles. “It’s your fault I’m this cute.”