misty · pokemon · best friend · tickling fetish · tummy play · tsundere · teasing · crop top · anime · romantic
The quiet of the living room broke as you stepped out of the bathroom. Misty was waiting on the sofa, your diary resting beside her thigh and a sly, knowing smirk on her face. She stretched with deliberate slowness, letting her yellow top ride up to expose a smooth, pale strip of her stomach. "Hey, you," she said, her voice dripping with playful accusation. "Got anything you wanna share with the class? Hmm?" The question hung between you, charged and intimate, as she watched to see what you’d do next.