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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!

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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.
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[All the boys at the Halloween party were supposed to have gone home, and the party is supposed to have turned into a girls only sleepover, but a few of them snuck their way into sleeping bags and closets while the rest of the party took off. They turn it into a game of hide and seek, and the girls have split up to search the house for any remaining boys, everyone still in costume. If a girl catches a boy he has to leave, but if a boy catches a girl she has to kiss him.

Hannah doesn't know any of the boys by name, much less with their domino masks on, so she has no clue who she's searching for. She's dressed as a sexy Little Red Riding Hood, and though the mask looks out of place with the rest of her costume, it is part of the party after all. It's a big house, and Hannah is starting to feel like Little Red as she wanders around. She reaches a guest room, with all the lights off and filled with heart-pounding quiet, and she slips inside, searching. She's over by the bed when she thinks she hears something behind her.]

I-I heard that!

((mind if he locks her in to take full advantage of catching her,
he'll make full use of the room too.))

[Behind her there is no one. But a rattle is heard in a partially opened nearby closet. Maybe one hid within there?

Yosuke had come to the bed room to see what he could do about this situation and when the door opened he had no where to hide. Luckily he was close enough that he ended up behind the door. Still, that wouldn't last for long so he snuck something off the nearby dresser and tossed it into the closet to bounce around. Luckily for him, it must have also knocked something over.

Hopefully, she takes the bait. He watches, waiting to see if he can sneak up behind her.]

[ooc: that sounds great! i'm fine with any level of consent, too, so let me know if you'd like to go for more of a dub/non-con route]

[The room appears empty when Hannah turns around, but she hears another sound from the closet, noticing the door ajar for the first time. Right. She takes a deep breath and marches over to the closet, her heart pounding in her chest as she touches her fingers to the doorknob. She takes another breath and throws the door to the closet open.]

There!

[A hard plastic case filled with makeup, dislodged by the projectile, spills its contents at her feet. Hannah jumps and feels her entire face flush over her mistake. She peers inside the closet, just to make sure no one's hiding in the darkness.]

[As she slipped by and passed his hiding spot, he slowly and silently closed the door. Turning the lock on the door just to be safe. As she peered deeply into the closet he creeps up behind her. If he catches her first he knows what his prize is, but the fact she wandered off alone means maybe he should take a bit more?

He plans to see how this goes.

Yosuke taps her on the shoulder and if she turns around he's going to back her into the closet, up against the back wall. The mask hides who he is in part and his lips curl in a smile.]

Got you.

[Just when she thinks she's alone, there's that tap on her shoulder. Hannah starts with a sharp gasp, whirling around to see who it is behind her. But she can't see, not with the masks and not in the dark room - or the even darker closet. Before she can say anything, he's pushed her back into the tight, dark space, until her back is pressed against the far wall. Her heart is pounding - audibly? she worries - and she tries to laugh her surprise off nervously.]

You scared me half to death! [She sighs, conscious of how close the guy is to her.] But fair's fair. You can claim your prize, I guess.

I still have to hide out for a bit until the others stop looking for me too. Until then.

[He leans in and puts one hand on her hip. The other takes her hand and draws it up, above her head and against the wall. Yosuke tilts his head slightly and starts with a slow, light kiss to her lips.

Or so it starts. The kiss slowly deeps and his body leans closer as he pins her to that wall. His tongue slides free, pressing between her lips and moving to play with her own as his hips rock up against her. His breathing picks up as he breathes through his nose and that hand on her hip begins to slide up her side, under that cape of hers a moment before sliding back down, past her hip and down past the hem of that short skirt to her thigh.]

[Whoever he is, he's a talented kisser, eliciting a soft sound of pleasure despite Hannah's reservations about this part of the game. With one hand pinned, she uses the other to draw him a little closer by clutching his shirt near his waist. It's nice, for a kiss with a mystery boy in the dark. But right when she thinks the kiss is about to end, she feels his tongue slip past her lips, teasing into her mouth. She makes another sound, soft and confused, her cheeks heating up with a blush when she feels the sharp edge of his hipbones and the distinct pressure of something else rub against her. It was just supposed to be a kiss, right? His hand strokes up her side, getting dangerously close to her breasts before sliding back down to her hip - and lower, teasing the bare skin of her thigh above her stockings.

She ducks her head to break the kiss, torn between feeling trapped there in the narrow space in the closet, and feeling a rush of anxious pleasure.]

I thought it was just one kiss.

[She's not pushing him away, but her voice is soft and uncertain.]

You only owe me one, the rest is just for fun. If I let you go you could tell the others I'm in here. Also, I'd get bored in here alone.

[He offered. Those fingers on her bare skin teasingly play along her outer thigh and slowly inch up just under that skirt. Yosuke kissed in the darkness, finding her cheek.]

Want to keep me company?

[He asked though his fingers intertwined with her own above her head, keeping her hand pinned there. His kisses continued, seeking out her lips again and seeking to deepen the kiss. There's a hunger to his actions, a need building up that unless she actually stops now to get free may take over.]

[He kisses her again before she can think of an answer, and she feels herself swept up by his coaxing lips and tongue, as much as she is uncertain about the fingers teasing underneath her skirt. She kisses back shyly, releasing his shirt from the grip of her fingers to rest her hand on his waist. Slowly she starts to relax, slipping her fingers under the hem of his shirt to seek the upper curve of his hipbone.

In a momentary pause for breath, she whispers against his mouth.]

Only... for a little while...

[But she surrenders to the next kiss with a sweet noise, her fingers tensing against his skin.]

[With that moment of relent, he deepens the kiss. Her noises seem to urge him on as those fingers beneath her skirt grow braver. They slide up then in, seeking out what she wears beneath as she untucks his shirt from his slacks. His fingers tease along the edges as he explores.

His other hand holds her, fingers gripping firmly as he continues the kiss. Maybe a little while. Maybe just a short bit in here. There's still more of the room to explore after all.

With her back to the wall, he doesn't see a reason not to press on. His tongue finding hers, teasing and playing as his fingers stroke along her inner thigh.]

[Hannah shivers when she feels his hand go up her skirt and trace the outside edges of her panties. Fingers sliding over her upper thigh, following the slim bit of lace until they slip between her legs, nearly touching her-

And then he strokes her inner thigh, still dangerously close to rubbing against her through her panties, leaving her wanting more despite her resistance. Her fingers tense in his grip, and her hips slowly rock against his despite her better judgment. She slides her hand hesitantly up his spine, caressing warm skin beneath his shirt, and moans against his mouth. This is spiraling out of control.]

[As she eagerly rocks her hips forward, urging him on, he plays along. Fingers wiggle under her panties a bit, seeking out sensitive folds and gently stroking along them. He teases and plays while gently seeking out her more sensitive nub.

His other hand presses into her own, his palm pinning her there. That hand behind his back only continues his eager actions as he kisses at her neck. A light groan of frustrated need builds up out of him as he presses close.

The one who has her trapped there, in that closet is losing his control and soon enough shes going to be stuck between him and the wall as the object of that pent up desire.]

[Oh.

Hannah's breath hitches when the boy's fingers slip into her panties and touch her. Playful and teasing at first, making her shiver with pleasure as he traces the outer lips of her sex before venturing further, drawing a startled moan when he rubs that little bundle of nerves. Heat rises in Hannah's cheeks, shame and arousal burning in her skin with the thought that she's letting a boy she doesn't even know toy with her - and that she wants him to continue. He's only just started rubbing her clit, and she can already feel herself getting wet, her body more eager for this to escalate than her mind is.

The boy presses close, his mouth hot on her neck, both of them immersed in tight darkness and anonymity, and Hannah moans aloud when she hears as much as feels him rubbing his fingers against her wet, aching pussy. She scratches her nails lightly against his back in a convulsive response to his strokes, thrilled as much as frightened by the way he pushes her back against the wall of the closet.]

[His kisses grow more urgent and his fingers continue to tease a bit longer before slipping within her. Just one finger at first, gently pumping into her wet, welcoming folds. His other finger still stroking and teasing as he does so. With his more adventurous move his hips rock forward as well, eager and needing more.

Her nails along his back draw an almost hissing breath from him and soon that finger stops and his hand shifts. No longer teasing, he begins less than gently tugging her panties down her legs. As she eagerly plays along, he escalates further.

Yosuke never relinquishes her other hand though, content to keep it pinned above her as they play.]

[Hannah whimpers softly when that first finger slips inside her, the reality of everything crashing down around her. But she's too far gone to turn back now, and the boy is skilled at opening her body to him with gentle strokes. She's never been this wet before, and she trembles the next time he stretches her entrance, the next time he rubs insistently at her clit.

Then his hand is gone, and he's tugging her panties down, even though her body is pulsing with desire and she just wants to feel those fingers teasing her again and again. She has a dim awareness of how appropriate her choice of costume was, and how close she is to letting herself get devoured just like Little Red Riding Hood. Once he yanks her panties down far enough she spreads her legs and pulls him closer with her one free hand, impatient and needy.]

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