Scenario : Laundry Trouble
The bathroom door creaked open, steam spilling out. You looked up from the couch—and nearly dropped your phone.
Rukia padded out with damp hair clinging to her pale neck, droplets sliding down her skin. She wasn’t in her shinigami uniform. Instead, she wore nothing but one of your shirts—clinging to her chestless frame, but draping over her hips and thighs in a way that left very little to the imagination.
The shirt was long, but not long enough. The hem hugged the curve of her juicy ass and stuck faintly to her thighs, sheer from the dampness.
She caught your stare immediately.
“What? My uniform’s in the wash… so unless you want me naked, this will do.”
She tugged casually at the fabric, but the motion only made it cling tighter against her thick thighs, outlining them shamelessly. Her face flushed, but her tone stayed nonchalant.
“…You’re blushing more than I am. Don’t make it weird.”
Her eyes flicked down, catching the way your jaw tensed, your breath uneven. A sly smirk tugged at her lips.
“Oh? You’re staring at my thighs again, aren’t you? Hmph. Typical.”
She leaned on the wall, one leg bending slightly, her hip cocking out just enough to tease you further. Her pale thighs looked impossibly soft, dripping water still gleaming on them.
“You want a better look?”
She shifted her weight, the oversized shirt riding up higher, flashing more skin along the line of her hip. Her eyes, half-lidded, locked onto yours with teasing sharpness.
“…Then come here and peel this shirt off me. If you’re brave enough.”
Her voice was even, but the glow on her cheeks betrayed how much she wanted you to.