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writetomyheart2015-03-29 05:47 pm
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[Team Four] Spoiled Princess
Because Yasui and Taiga made surprisingly convincing girls last year on Gamushara. And apparently I still can't write girl porn *facepalms* Need to work on that. Or something.
Everything would turn out fine, Taiga told herself. No one would recognize her in this disguise - with her hair up under her leoprint hat, the leather jacket and the heavy boots, she could pass as a guy, albeit a very pretty one. Yasui had disguised herself as well, adopting a slightly more adult style than usual. Bolder make-up and a skirt that wasn’t fluffy at all weren’t the best disguise in the world, but Yasui did look different, Taiga had to admit that.
Taiga sighed. If worst came to worst and they got Fridayed, they could always claim it was for work. Going on a date in disguise, with one of them crossdressing, wouldn’t be the weirdest thing they’d done on Gamushara, not by a long shot.
At the train’s next stop a drunk guy got on, but one glare from Taiga made him veer off and collapse on some empty seats at the farthest end of the train car.
“My hero~” Yasui giggled, pressing closer against Taiga’s side until Taiga gave in and put her arm around Yasui’s shoulders. This was one advantage at least of being disguised as a guy. When Taiga was wearing a skirt, guys tended to consider her glare a challenge to be overcome.
At the restaurant, Yasui let Taiga order, playing up her clueless act all throughout dinner.
When Taiga reached into the pocket of her leather jacket only to find it empty, her eyes widened. Her wallet wasn’t there. She remembered quite clearly taking it out of her purse and placing it on a chair with her skirt and blouse, and there it remained. Deeply embarrassed, she looked at Yasui. “I forgot my money,” she admitted.
While the waitress silently judged Taiga, clearly assuming her to be the worst boyfriend in history and a sponger to boot, Yasui pulled her pink, sparkly wallet from her designer purse and paid the bill for both of them.
Yasui kept shooting little sideways glances at her while they walked. Taiga knew it was an act, knew perfectly well that Yasui could and would state her opinion more clearly than Taiga herself would, but Yasui was just so cute that Taiga found herself giving in as usual. “Do you want to go shopping?” she asked.
Yasui shook her head, her hair swishing around her hears. “I was thinking ice cream.”
An image of Yasui’s pink little tongue flicking over strawberry ice cream, Yasui licking, sucking, making cute little noises at the delightful taste, flashed through Taiga’s mind. “Absolutely not.” Taiga wasn’t masochistic; she would NOT sit and watch Yasui eat ice cream in public if she could at all avoid it, especially not when it would be several hours before she could get her home and naked.
Yasui’s pout was adorable, but this time Taiga stayed firm. “Meanie,” Yasui gave in when it became clear pouting wasn’t going to help. “Lets go shopping then, I need a new bra.”
Glad to have avoided the torture of having to watch Yasui seduce an ice cream cone in public, Taiga agreed quickly. It wasn’t until the third salesgirl giggled behind her back that Taiga remembered her disguise. Fuck. “You-” she began, but Yasui interrupted her by holding up a pink Hello Kitty bra.
“Am I too old for this?” Yasui asked, looking up at Taiga through her lashes.
Taiga cursed silently. Yasui really was in high spirits today and she’d walked right into the older girl’s trap. She pulled her leoprint hat a bit more down over her eyes, hiding as much as she could. She needed new underwear too, but dressed like this, shopping was impossible.
Three hours and five bags of shopping later, they were finally back at Yasui’s place. Taiga pulled her hat off, letting her hair tumble down freely. Her boots went into a corner, her leather jacket went onto a hook and then she pulled Yasui into her arms, kissing her fiercely.
Yasui kissed Taiga back for a moment, but then pushed her away. “Take this off,” Yasui said, tugging at Taiga’s shirt and the wrappings underneath hiding her breasts. “I can’t get at your cute little tits like this.”
Blushing bright red, Taiga followed Yasui into the bedroom. She pulled the shirt over her head and unwrapped the bindings, very aware of Yasui’s eyes on her body, but she wasn’t prepared for Yasui to tackle her as soon as her upper body was naked. Taiga ended up flat on her back in Yasui’s bed, with Yasui on top of her, straddling her hips.
Yasui grinned down at Taiga. “I love how your blush goes all the way down to your tits,” Yasui said and Taiga blushed even harder.
Yasui brushed a thumb over Taiga’s right nipple and Taiga gasped - after being constrained half the day, her breasts were incredibly sensitive. Moaning, Taiga clenched her fingers in the sheets and held on while Yasui played with her breasts. Yasui’s fingers were already distracting enough, but then Yasui sucked Taiga’s left nipple into her mouth, sending shivers down Taiga’s spine.
With an effort, Taiga unclenched her fingers from the sheets and trailed her hands up Yasui’s legs, under Yasui’s shirt. When she reached Yasui’s panties, Yasui giggled against Taiga’s left breast and bit down lightly on Taiga’s nipple.
“No biting.” Taiga pushed Yasui’s head away from her breast, and when Yasui went easily, suddenly all cooperation again, Taiga took that as her sign to roll them over. She settled comfortably between Yasui’s legs and pinned her down. “My turn, hm?” she asked, squeezing one of Yasui’s full breasts through her blouse.
Yasui moaned in reply, the sound cut off by Taiga’s lips. This kiss was messier than the earlier one, all tongue, wandering hands and heat. Taiga’s hands slipped into Yasui’s bra, touching Yasui’s soft, squishy breasts directly, making Yasui gasp against Taiga’s mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Taiga drew back to look Yasui over. Before she could speak, Yasui grinned and asked, “Doesn’t this look like an occasion to get the strap-on out?”
“Fuck, yes.” The words slipped out before Taiga could stop herself. She really shouldn’t give in to Yasui so easily, but how could she say no when what Yasui wanted corresponded so perfectly with her own wishes? “You’re spoiled.”
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Everything would turn out fine, Taiga told herself. No one would recognize her in this disguise - with her hair up under her leoprint hat, the leather jacket and the heavy boots, she could pass as a guy, albeit a very pretty one. Yasui had disguised herself as well, adopting a slightly more adult style than usual. Bolder make-up and a skirt that wasn’t fluffy at all weren’t the best disguise in the world, but Yasui did look different, Taiga had to admit that.
Taiga sighed. If worst came to worst and they got Fridayed, they could always claim it was for work. Going on a date in disguise, with one of them crossdressing, wouldn’t be the weirdest thing they’d done on Gamushara, not by a long shot.
At the train’s next stop a drunk guy got on, but one glare from Taiga made him veer off and collapse on some empty seats at the farthest end of the train car.
“My hero~” Yasui giggled, pressing closer against Taiga’s side until Taiga gave in and put her arm around Yasui’s shoulders. This was one advantage at least of being disguised as a guy. When Taiga was wearing a skirt, guys tended to consider her glare a challenge to be overcome.
At the restaurant, Yasui let Taiga order, playing up her clueless act all throughout dinner.
When Taiga reached into the pocket of her leather jacket only to find it empty, her eyes widened. Her wallet wasn’t there. She remembered quite clearly taking it out of her purse and placing it on a chair with her skirt and blouse, and there it remained. Deeply embarrassed, she looked at Yasui. “I forgot my money,” she admitted.
While the waitress silently judged Taiga, clearly assuming her to be the worst boyfriend in history and a sponger to boot, Yasui pulled her pink, sparkly wallet from her designer purse and paid the bill for both of them.
Yasui kept shooting little sideways glances at her while they walked. Taiga knew it was an act, knew perfectly well that Yasui could and would state her opinion more clearly than Taiga herself would, but Yasui was just so cute that Taiga found herself giving in as usual. “Do you want to go shopping?” she asked.
Yasui shook her head, her hair swishing around her hears. “I was thinking ice cream.”
An image of Yasui’s pink little tongue flicking over strawberry ice cream, Yasui licking, sucking, making cute little noises at the delightful taste, flashed through Taiga’s mind. “Absolutely not.” Taiga wasn’t masochistic; she would NOT sit and watch Yasui eat ice cream in public if she could at all avoid it, especially not when it would be several hours before she could get her home and naked.
Yasui’s pout was adorable, but this time Taiga stayed firm. “Meanie,” Yasui gave in when it became clear pouting wasn’t going to help. “Lets go shopping then, I need a new bra.”
Glad to have avoided the torture of having to watch Yasui seduce an ice cream cone in public, Taiga agreed quickly. It wasn’t until the third salesgirl giggled behind her back that Taiga remembered her disguise. Fuck. “You-” she began, but Yasui interrupted her by holding up a pink Hello Kitty bra.
“Am I too old for this?” Yasui asked, looking up at Taiga through her lashes.
Taiga cursed silently. Yasui really was in high spirits today and she’d walked right into the older girl’s trap. She pulled her leoprint hat a bit more down over her eyes, hiding as much as she could. She needed new underwear too, but dressed like this, shopping was impossible.
Three hours and five bags of shopping later, they were finally back at Yasui’s place. Taiga pulled her hat off, letting her hair tumble down freely. Her boots went into a corner, her leather jacket went onto a hook and then she pulled Yasui into her arms, kissing her fiercely.
Yasui kissed Taiga back for a moment, but then pushed her away. “Take this off,” Yasui said, tugging at Taiga’s shirt and the wrappings underneath hiding her breasts. “I can’t get at your cute little tits like this.”
Blushing bright red, Taiga followed Yasui into the bedroom. She pulled the shirt over her head and unwrapped the bindings, very aware of Yasui’s eyes on her body, but she wasn’t prepared for Yasui to tackle her as soon as her upper body was naked. Taiga ended up flat on her back in Yasui’s bed, with Yasui on top of her, straddling her hips.
Yasui grinned down at Taiga. “I love how your blush goes all the way down to your tits,” Yasui said and Taiga blushed even harder.
Yasui brushed a thumb over Taiga’s right nipple and Taiga gasped - after being constrained half the day, her breasts were incredibly sensitive. Moaning, Taiga clenched her fingers in the sheets and held on while Yasui played with her breasts. Yasui’s fingers were already distracting enough, but then Yasui sucked Taiga’s left nipple into her mouth, sending shivers down Taiga’s spine.
With an effort, Taiga unclenched her fingers from the sheets and trailed her hands up Yasui’s legs, under Yasui’s shirt. When she reached Yasui’s panties, Yasui giggled against Taiga’s left breast and bit down lightly on Taiga’s nipple.
“No biting.” Taiga pushed Yasui’s head away from her breast, and when Yasui went easily, suddenly all cooperation again, Taiga took that as her sign to roll them over. She settled comfortably between Yasui’s legs and pinned her down. “My turn, hm?” she asked, squeezing one of Yasui’s full breasts through her blouse.
Yasui moaned in reply, the sound cut off by Taiga’s lips. This kiss was messier than the earlier one, all tongue, wandering hands and heat. Taiga’s hands slipped into Yasui’s bra, touching Yasui’s soft, squishy breasts directly, making Yasui gasp against Taiga’s mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Taiga drew back to look Yasui over. Before she could speak, Yasui grinned and asked, “Doesn’t this look like an occasion to get the strap-on out?”
“Fuck, yes.” The words slipped out before Taiga could stop herself. She really shouldn’t give in to Yasui so easily, but how could she say no when what Yasui wanted corresponded so perfectly with her own wishes? “You’re spoiled.”
Next up is
snow
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I love how Yasui has Taiga wrapped around her little finger~ ^_^
I loved that ep of Gamushara<3
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these two ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥