A/N: This has been written for Kinktober 2021 and today's prompts are Face-Sitting & Human Furniture ✨ Due to the nature of this challenge, I've only done the most cursory of proofreads.
Content Warnings: N/A
Sakura climbs the stairs to her apartment and wonders if Ino is still mad. This morning, they'd been in a fight over a dishcloth, of all things. It was a real one, but not a nasty one. The type that only happens when one or both of them is getting wound a little too tight. It's a good thing they know each other as well as they do, because Sakura knows exactly what Ino needs, tonight.
"I've got a lot of studying to do, tonight," Ino is re-organizing the last of the cupboards in their small kitchen. Another anxious habit.
"Oh, yeah?"
"I thought maybe you could help me?" Ino pauses, doesn't turn around, but when she speaks there's a slightly winded quality to her voice. Bingo.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay, that would be nice."
Sakura gets her things arranged at the coffee table and goes to shower. She tosses on a nightshirt with nothing underneath and when she gets out, Ino is already waiting.
Without acknowledging her presence, Sakura kneels carefully over her face, trying not to shiver as she opens the notes on her computer and feels soft lips against her skin. It's taken Sakura a while to adjust to this, to know that she's taking care of her girlfriend, when they do this, but now that she has, she loves it. It always feels like a secret, intimate and vulnerable. A heavy breath neither of them meant to hold.
Nothing she's reading or writing will be of any use, but she can't bring herself to care as she lets herself put a little more weight down to grind against an eager mouth. They know each other's bodies so well, after all this time, it's easy to feel what Ino is doing. Getting her close, getting her worked up, and backing off. She doesn't want this to be over quick. Sakura can hold out.
By the time she gives in, her thighs are burning. Ino's tongue drags up her skin, slick and messy with want, to rub against her clit with just the right amount of pressure and the wave inside of her breaks, sending ripples of pleasure out through her nerves. The pleasure passes and she lets herself slip to the side, a little clumsy with the echoes of her orgasm weighing down her limbs, and pulls Ino up to kiss the taste of herself from her lips.
"Thank you," Ino whispers against her lips. Sakura runs a finger over the skin of her cheek, can't help smiling against her lips.
"Thank you," she corrects.
A/N: Alright, just about the end of the month and I'm almost caught up! I wrote this in the only 15 minutes I had to spare, this morning, so it's short but hopefully still enjoyable. I think these two would be really good at taking care of each other once they got a bit older.
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