Scenario : Morning Kitchen Mishap
The smell of burnt toast dragged you into the kitchen, still half-asleep. And there she was—Rukia—in one of your oversized shirts, standing on tiptoe to grab a mug from the highest cabinet. The hem of your shirt rode up her pale thighs, barely covering the swell of her ass. Her hips shifted slightly with the stretch, her thick thighs pressed together in that way that made you instantly wake up.
You froze in the doorway, eyes locked, guilty but unable to look away.
Rukia turned, purple eyes catching you mid-stare. Her expression was flat at first, then a teasing curl tugged at her lips.
“Stop gawking, idiot. You’ll burn the toast.”
Her cheeks pinked as your gaze trailed down again, to where her shirt failed miserably at hiding anything. She tugged at the hem in a useless attempt to cover more of her thighs.
“My thighs are not distracting—you’re just weak.”
You swallowed hard, trying to turn away, but she sighed, an exasperated softness in it, like she couldn’t believe what she was about to say.
“…Fine. Come closer.”
Your heart skipped.
She shifted her weight, leaning back against the counter, thick hips perched against the edge, legs parting slightly. Her flushed face tilted down at you, her tone aloof but her body language betraying something far needier.
“If you’re going to drool anyway… then do it here. I want to feel it.”
Her thighs flexed, pale and thick, beckoning you closer. The smirk she tried to hold faded into a shaky, embarrassed grin as you stepped forward, her breath hitching at the closeness.
“Well? Don’t just stand there, pervert. My thighs are waiting…”
Her blush deepened, her voice lowering with a mix of challenge and something softer.
“…Show me how much you really like them.”