Come to my window, sneak into the light

[whentheymeme]

Sexy Sleepover

inspired by a "kink i want to play" comment on rpa: Bare bones is that some teenage friends have a sleep over where typical sleep over silliness occurs...or, at least, it does until one of the girls decides to sneak her boyfriend/fuckbuddy in. Now, whether things swing more sexy due to the girls egging each other on, having a little naughty fun, or just being horny is negotiable. The guy being grumpy about getting dragged into "girly stuff" until the tides turn or into it from the start depends on your tastes. The popcorn's buttered to perfection, the horror movies queued up, and salacious stories ready for the telling. That can only mean one thing: sleepover! Whether it's a more casual, unplanned adult version - just crashing at someone's house - or the stereotypical teen romp, you and a friend (and possibly some other folks) are sharing the same living space for the night. Only it doesn't look like you'll be getting too much sleep tonight, because somehow, someway, things have taken a turn for the...heated. Maybe this was the score all along, and the "sleepover" cover was only a clever ruse, perhaps a playful party game got too handsy, secret feelings bubbled over - or someone not on the guest list got snuck in or gatecrashed! Comment with your character, prefs, etc. This meme can be whatever you want it to be. Cute, steamy, more ~refined~ with grown ass adults who don't do "sleepovers" thank you very much, kinky, it doesn't matter. Play multiple characters and do threesomes or moresomes. I'm not the meme police, live your life. Reply to others. Be respectful.

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[the_tailor]

[He gives a little protesting whine, but doesn't stop the movement of his hands just yet. They eventually slide down to her waist, fingertips creeping underneath her shirt.]

It better be one of those, like, really fancy hipster antique shop ones, then. Not Goodwill.

[pidge_out]

[Her grin grows a little, and a hand comes up to tangle back into his hair with a small sigh.]

Mmm. Not Goodwill, but the kind you don't think will have anything good just by looking at it.

[the_tailor]

But it turns out there's absolute treasure inside, yeah?

[Your answer to this is important, Pidge. You either get nice touches or you get tickles.]

[pidge_out]

[She smirks a bit and nods, not even realizing the Danger she was almost in.]

Yeah. All the best stuff ends up there.

[the_tailor]

The absolute best. Highest quality stuff.

[Good. Because he would have tickled her.

Instead, he lets his fingers trail along her abdomen, firmly enough to not be ticklish, moving higher.]

[pidge_out]

[That would've been Very Rude, too.

She hums softly in agreement, letting out another soft sigh at the feel of his fingers on her skin. Her fingers rake lightly through his hair, gently scritching at his scalp as a show of approval.]

[the_tailor]

Mmm.. You really know how to make a guy feel good.

[He'd purr if he was a cat. Lance loves when she does to his hair, and it makes him weak and willing to do whatever she asks of him.]

[pidge_out]

[That makes her smile warmly, continuing to scritch with one hand while the other finds his, even through the fabric of her shirt.]

Does that mean you're gonna make me feel good?

[the_tailor]

I dunno, am I?

[The hand that doesn't have Pidge's resting on it trails even further upwards, cupping one of her breasts through the bra she's wearing. The movie's continuing on, but his attention's a little...diverted.]

[pidge_out]

[The movie has long since left Pidge's mind. She's much busier getting comfortable against Lance, and biting her lip at the feeling of his hand on her. Her fingers clench around his hand for a moment, the tiniest squeeze of encouragement.]

You'd better.

[the_tailor]

Or what, Pidgey?

[He gropes at her a little, thumb stroking through the fabric before he worms his hand underneath it. Pidge isn't wearing much more than a sports bra, so it's not too difficult to slide his hand underneath the band, and he starts to caress bare skin now.]

[pidge_out]

[That makes her squirm a little in place, biting back a soft moan as she grips more tightly into his hair. She likes the way he touches her with those long fingers of his, dammit. She wants him to do more.]

Or-- Or I'll blueball you.

[the_tailor]

Aw, c'mon, you wouldn't do that! Not to your favoritest guy in the whole universe.

[She can, and she has, but that's besides the point.]

Sweater off. I mean, I can take it off, but then I'd have to move my hand...

[pidge_out]

I would if he doesn't touch me.

[She makes a little noise that's part indignance and part protest, but she still leans forward a bit so she has some room, releasing her own hold on him to peel the offending article of clothing off. And then she's settling back in, her hands finding his just so that she's holding him.]

Now more.

[the_tailor]

[He laughs a little, leaning in to give her a few kisses along her cheek. Fingers on the hand up her bra move to capture her nipple, rolling it between his fingertips.]

What exactly do you want me to do to you?

[pidge_out]

[That earns Lance a small gasp, eyes fluttering shut as she arches up into his hand. She squirms impatiently in his lap as well, squeezing her fingers over his hands.]

Just... g-get me off.

[the_tailor]

[It feels good to have her squirming in his lap, considering she's pressed up against his crotch. Being in his pajamas, there's not any heavy layers between them, and she can probably feel his interest growing.]

I mean, I'd love to, totally, a million times over. But there's so many ways, you know?

[pidge_out]

[Are you forcing her to whine, Lance? Because she'll totally whine. In fact, she's whining right now, and she's gonna grip his free hand more tightly and start guiding it down the length of her body.]

I will kill you, Lance.

[Not her most convincing threat, since she's still quite enjoying the way he's rolling her nipple and is practically grinding into him.]

[the_tailor]

Yeah, but then that'd be necrophilia, and that's pretty gross.

[But enough about corpse boning, because that's completely unsexy, and Pidge in his lap and very much sexy. Lance lets his hand be lead downwards, his nails scratching pale skin lightly and leaving marks. They'll fade in a minute, but it's still nice to know they're there.

He can already feel the warmth radiating off of her when his hand slides underneath the waistband of her own pajamas and underwear (might as well skip a step), cupping her, but not doing anything aside maybe a light absent drum of his fingers.]

You're like a little heater down there, you know.

[pidge_out]

Lance...!

[She bites down hard on her lip when he does absolutely nothing even though she went and put him exactly where he should be and just- what the fuck. There's another insistent, whiny sound from the back of her throat as she rolls her hips - up into his hand, down against the bulge in his pants - just as impatient as before.]

You- You started this, you finish it.

[the_tailor]

And you call me needy.

[He can't help but tease her; she's almost as dramatic as he is sometimes, and he loves her for it. Finally giving in, he starts to rub two of his fingers in slow circles, pressing firmly against her.]

[pidge_out]

[Her reaction is pretty immediate. Her eyes flutter shut and she leans back into him more fully, her hold on him loosening so he can feel free to just touch her. She moans ever so softly, even while she makes a mental note to hit him for that comment later.]

That's 'cause you are.

[the_tailor]

I'm not yanking my pants off yet, am I?

[Lance chuckles, continuing the movements of his fingers. His other hand tugs at her bra; he's not gonna try to get it off one handed, so come on, Pidge. More naked times.]

[pidge_out]

You should be.

[It's half-suggestion half-demand, especially since she actually is shifting around so she can pull her bra off over her head. Her glasses go with it as she all but throws it to... wherever her sweater went, and then she's back to focusing on Lance's fingers between her legs.]

[the_tailor]

But then I'd have to move... Okay, I really do want to take off my pants, but then I'd have to move my hand away and neither of us really want that now, yeah?

[He goes back to fondling her breasts with one hand, rubbing her with the other. Every so often, he slides his index finger down to probe at her just slightly, just quickly, teasingly.]