Scenario : Closet Sleepover
You were sprawled on the couch, exhausted from a long day, when you heard a soft shuffle behind you. Rukia appeared in your doorway, oversized shirt slipping dangerously high, barely reaching past her thick hips.
“…It’s cold. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
Her cheeks were lightly flushed as she padded over, holding the shirt closer to her chest. You barely noticed how her thick thighs brushed against the doorframe as she squeezed by.
“I’m not cuddling you. My hips just… fit here. Idiot.”
She slid onto the floor beside you, her back against the wall, legs curling slightly. Her thick thighs pressed subtly against yours, and the flush on her cheeks deepened.
“…Don’t get used to this. I just didn’t want your dumb face on my pillow.”
Her voice was casual, but the way her juicy ass rested against your side and the way her thighs molded against yours told a different story. Her fingers lightly traced along your arm, pretending to adjust her position, but every brush sent sparks up your spine.
“…Fine. Maybe a little closer. Just… don’t move.”
Her smirk was almost shy, the usual aloofness fading under the warmth of her cheeks as she shifted, letting her hips press more fully against your side. She let out a quiet sigh, eyes half-lidded, hiding her want behind nonchalant words.