Sleepovers

You couldn’t stop staring at Sakura’s thighs.

It didn’t matter how many times you told yourself to knock it off, probably be respectful, show some common courtesy, your stupid eyes just kept drifting down like they had a mind of their own.

The sleepover has been her idea. Parents gone for the whole weekend, movie night on the big couch, some snacks, maybe a couple of lazy makeouts if she was in the mood and feeling generous. You’d agreed before she even finished asking, already imagining the two of you tangled up under a blanket. Innocent enough on paper.

It was supposed to be innocent.

She opened the door was wearing that oversized sweatshirt, the one that she kept sliding off one shoulder, and nothing but tiny black shorts underneath. No bra, no pants, just miles of smooth pale skin and those long legs that made your neuron activate. Two years together and she still had this effect on you. The moment she turned to walk back inside, hips swaying just a little, ass arched like she wants you to give it a slap, your mouth went dry and your thoughts turned mushy.

Now she was curled up on the dark green couch, one leg tucked under her, the other stretched out across the cushions because she knew exactly what she was doing. The TV was on, Barbie was already playing in the background with all its bright colors and upbeat music, but you weren’t even pretending to watch anymore, actually you haven't spared a glance at the TV once.

“My eyes are up here, babe,” Sakura said, hooking a finger under your chin and gently tilting your face back toward her eye level. Her voice had that half-annoyed, half-amused tone she always used when you're staring. The little smirk on her lips gave her away completely.

You let out a sheepish laugh, cheeks heating up, scratching your nape. “Sorry. Can’t help it. Look at you..."

She rolled her eyes, but the smile stayed. “You're so hopeless.”

For a second she tried to focus on the remote, turning up and then turning down the volume. Then she just gave up, grabbed both your hands, and planted them right on her bare thighs. The warmth of her skin hit you immediately—soft, smooth, still a little cool from the air in the room.

“There. Better?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Your fingers flexed, squeezing gently like you were making sure she was real. “Yeah… way better.”

She laughed softly, the sound low and warm against your shoulder as she leaned into you. “What was I even saying before you started staring again?”

“Uh… something about the Matrix?”

Sakura snorted and turned the TV volume up a little. Barbie was doing some big musical number on screen, all pink and perfect, while your thumbs traced slow circles on the inside of her thighs, inching higher under the hem of her shorts. The contrast was almost not lost on you, the cheerful movie playing like nothing was happening while your hands were already wandering somewhere.

“Remind me to just wear panties next time I want you to buy me more makeup,” she mumbled, nipping at your earlobe. “Might actually get you to agree."

You grinned against her hair, giving her thighs another squeeze. “That’d probably work. Just make sure you record it, because I won’t remember a single word once these legs are in front of me.”

She shifted closer, swinging one leg over your lap until she was straddling your thigh. The heat of her pressed right against you through those thin shorts, and your hands moved up to to cup her ass, kneading the soft skin there. The sweatshirt had slipped even further off her shoulder now, showing the delicate chain around her neck and the way her chest rose and fell a little faster.

“Evil,” you muttered, leaning in to kiss her neck. “You planned this whole thing, didn’t you?”

Sakura hummed, tilting her head to give you more room. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like seeing my boyfriend lose his mind over me in everyday clothes.” She rocked her hips once, emphasizing her point, slow and teasing, grinding against your thigh while her fingers played with the collar of your shirt. “You’re already hard, huh? We’re barely ten minutes into movie night and you’re like this.”

You groaned quietly, hips twitching up on instinct. “Your fault. You knew what you were doing.”

Her lips brushed yours, light at first, then deeper, tongues sliding together in that lazy, familiar way that always heated up fast. The kiss got messier, wetter, while the movie kept playing in the background like some ridiculous and very unfit soundtrack to what is currently happening. Ken was saying something dumb on screen, but all you could focus on was the way Sakura’s breath hitched when your hands slipped under her sweatshirt and found bare skin. No bra. Just warm, soft tits that filled your palms perfectly as you cupped them, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they tightened.

“Fuck,” she whispered against your mouth, arching into your touch. “You’re so handsy tonight.”

“Can’t help it you’re literally sitting on me like this.” You pinched one nipple lightly, making her gasp. Your other hand stayed on her ass, pulling her closer so she could grind harder against your thigh. The fabric of her shorts was already damp and soaked.

She reached down between you, palming the obvious bulge in your pants and giving it a slow squeeze. “Mmm. Big and stupid for me already. Pervert”

You chuckled, the sound rough. “Says the slut who’s soaking through her shorts on my leg while Barbie’s singing about dreams or... whatever.”

Sakura laughed breathlessly, but it turned into a soft moan when you slid one hand down the front of her shorts, pushing her panties aside. She was wet, really fucking wet, slick coating your fingers as you traced her folds and circled her clit. Two fingers slipped inside her easily, curling just right, and she rocked down to meet them with a shaky breath.

“Yeah… like that,” she murmured, forehead dropping to your shoulder. Her hand kept stroking you through your sweats, matching the rhythm of your fingers. The movie kept going—bright, cheerful innocent music clashing with the wet sounds of your fingers moving in and out of her.

You kept fingering her, slow and steady, thumb rubbing her clit while your other hand stayed under her shirt, playing with her tits. “Such a needy little thing,” you said against her ear. “Acting all innocent about movie night and you’re already fucking yourself on my fingers.”

She whimpered, hips moving faster. “You’re the one who can’t stop groping me… pervert.”

The teasing felt good, natural, the way it always did between you two. You manhandled her a little closer, adjusting so you could reach her better, fingers thrusting deeper. Her thighs started trembling on either side of your lap.

After a minute she pulled back, eyes dark and glassy. “Blanket,” she breathed, grabbing the thick throw from the armrest and yanking it over both of you. It settled heavy around your waists, hiding everything below the chest. “I need that fucking cock in my mouth.”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She slid down your body under the blanket, graceful even in the cramped space, and tugged your sweats down just enough to free your cock. It sprang out, thick and leaking, and her hot mouth was on you before you could even catch your breath.

“Shit, Sakura…” you groaned, head falling back against the couch. One hand slipped under the blanket to thread through her long hair, not pushing, just holding on as she took you deeper. Her tongue swirled around the head, then along the underside, wet and warm and oh so perfect.

She hummed around you, the vibration making your toes curl. “So big,” she mumbled, pulling off for just a second, voice muffled. “This... cock… always this hard for me.” Then she sank down again, taking as much as she could, cheeks hollowing on your lenght.

You bit back another groan, hips twitching up gently. The movie was still playing—some upbeat song about being true to who you are—but all you could hear was the soft, wet sounds coming from under the blanket and the way Sakura’s breathing got heavier. Your free hand found her thigh again, squeezing, then sliding back to push two fingers into her from behind while she sucked you off.

She moaned around your cock, pushing back against your hand, greedy for more. You fucked her with your fingers in time with the way her head bobbed, thumb finding her clit again and rubbing tight little circles. Her thighs shook harder, pussy clenching around your fingers like she was already close.

“Good girl,” you whispered, voice low. “Taking me so deep while the movie’s still on. Such a perfect little slut.”

She whimpered at the words, sucking harder, one hand cupping your balls and rolling them gently. The blanket moved with her rhythm, but from the outside it probably just looked like you two were cuddling under it watching Barbie. The thought made it even hotter.

You could feel her getting closer—her moans getting higher, her hips grinding back desperately against your hand. You curled your fingers harder, pressed your thumb firmer on her clit, and she came with a muffled cry around your cock, walls fluttering and gushing around your fingers. Her whole body trembled under the blanket, but she didn’t stop sucking. If anything she got sloppier, hungrier, throat working around you like she wanted to pull you over the edge with her.

“Fuck—Sakura, I’m close,” you warned, tugging her hair lightly.

She pulled off just long enough to gasp, “In my mouth.. fuck!. Please—” Then she was right back down, swallowing you deep and humming eagerly.

You groaned her name, hips snapping up once, twice, and then you were coming hard, pulsing down her throat. She took every drop, swallowing around you with these little satisfied noises until you were twitching and oversensitive.

When she finally crawled back up, the blanket slipping down around her shoulders, her lips were swollen and shiny. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning that same cat-like smile as she settled back into your lap.

“Movie’s still going,” she whispered, voice a little hoarse as she leaned in to kiss you slow and deep. You could taste yourself on her tongue, but she didn’t seem to care. “Think you can actually watch it now? Or do I have to crawl back under there again?”

You laughed breathlessly, hands sliding back under her sweatshirt to cup her tits again, thumbs teasing her nipples while the colorful world of Barbie kept playing on the screen like nothing had happened.

However, before you could answer, she pounced.

She shifted her weight, knees planting on either side of your hips so she was fully straddling you now, the blanket bunching around her waist. Her hands pushed at your chest, shoving you back against the couch cushions as she grinned down at you. “My turn to ruin the movie,” she said, reaching down between your bodies. Your cock was still half-hard from being just inside her mouth, slick with spit and cum, but she didn’t care. She wrapped her fingers around it, gave it a slow stroke, then leaned forward and spit right on the head, letting the warm glob slide down the shaft.

You groaned at the sight, hips twitching up. “Fuck, Sakura…”

“Mmm. So fucking greedy,” she teased, rubbing the spit along your length with her palm until you were shiny and throbbing again. She didn’t bother pulling her shorts all the way off—just hooked them to the side with two fingers, lining herself up. The head of your cock nudged against her soaked pussy, hot and dripping from earlier, and she sank down in one smooth motion.

The stretch made her gasp, head tipping back for a second. “Shit… still so big,” she breathed and giggled, but there was no hesitation. She rolled her hips once, twice, taking you deeper until her ass was flush against your thighs and you were buried to the hilt inside her.