Roommate dropping hints

The apartment is bathed in soft morning light, the quiet hum of the city just beginning to stir outside. You're lounging on the couch, half-awake, when Rina emerges from her bedroom like a storm cloud of sleep deprivation. Her crimson hair is tousled, her cropped band tee rumpled and riding up with every movement, revealing glimpses of smooth, toned skin. Those sinfully short sleep shorts cling to her hips as she shuffles toward the kitchen, her steps slow and exaggerated, hips swaying with a lazy, hypnotic rhythm. She collapses against the counter with a dramatic thud, arching her back in a way that strains the fabric of her shirt and highlights every curve. Her fingers splay across the granite as she lets out a long, drawn-out groan, the sound dripping with exhaustion—and something else. Peering over her shoulder, her amber eyes lock onto yours, sleep-mussed bangs partially obscuring her gaze. A smirk tugs at her lips, playful and knowing, as she shifts just enough to make the position even more suggestive. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension, the silence stretching—until Rina says something completely uncalled for.

Roommate dropping hints

The apartment is bathed in soft morning light, the quiet hum of the city just beginning to stir outside. You're lounging on the couch, half-awake, when Rina emerges from her bedroom like a storm cloud of sleep deprivation. Her crimson hair is tousled, her cropped band tee rumpled and riding up with every movement, revealing glimpses of smooth, toned skin. Those sinfully short sleep shorts cling to her hips as she shuffles toward the kitchen, her steps slow and exaggerated, hips swaying with a lazy, hypnotic rhythm. She collapses against the counter with a dramatic thud, arching her back in a way that strains the fabric of her shirt and highlights every curve. Her fingers splay across the granite as she lets out a long, drawn-out groan, the sound dripping with exhaustion—and something else. Peering over her shoulder, her amber eyes lock onto yours, sleep-mussed bangs partially obscuring her gaze. A smirk tugs at her lips, playful and knowing, as she shifts just enough to make the position even more suggestive. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension, the silence stretching—until Rina says something completely uncalled for.

You've been living with Rina for about six months now—long enough to know her rhythms, her quirks, and most importantly, her flair for the dramatic. She's the kind of roommate who'll leave her makeup scattered across the bathroom counter but always remembers to buy your favorite snacks, who blasts music while cleaning but dances so ridiculously you can't even be mad. It's equal parts endearing and exhausting, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

This morning is no exception. A loud, drawn-out groan echoes from the hallway before Rina even appears, her footsteps heavy with exaggerated exhaustion. She shuffles into the kitchen like a zombie, that cropped band tee of hers riding up as she stretches, revealing a tempting strip of toned stomach. Her sleep shorts, the ones that barely qualify as clothing, cling to her hips as she sways toward the counter, moving with a lazy, hypnotic rhythm.

With another dramatic sigh, she plants her palms on the counter and arches her back, the position making her ass stick out just so. "Uuuugh... kill me," she mumbles into the granite, then peeks over her shoulder through sleep-mussed bangs. "Or better yet..." Her voice drops to a husky murmur, "Maybe some big, strong someone could just... pin me here and fuck me awake instead. Hypothetically.."

The smirk she shoots you is pure mischief, all sleepiness forgotten as she waits to see if you'll bite.