27: In the library

May 20, 2008 21:10

Title: One Bullet, Two(explicit)
Author: roxiezeke
Prompt: 27. In the library
Wordcount: 1244
Notes: So officially I can't stay faithful to one pairing. Sorry big time, my friends! I come baring het. But instead of the usual fem!Gokudera we tend to see everywhere I feminized our lovely Yamamoto. I hope no one minds to much and if anyone does they can go screw themselves *thumbs up*

This is also for as_it_tastes. I'm sorry I was a douchebag. I just got fed up. Come back to me my love <3

This also kind of fails.

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"You don't really like girls, do you?" Yamamoto asked from the swing she was moving back and forth. She kept one hand over her skirt so it wouldn't fly up as the wind caught the fabric. She wore her uniform like always and had her thick black hair tied up in a ponytail; the knee high socks had slid down to around her ankles and her brown shoes were at the edge of the park.

Out of the corner of his eye Gokudera spied the rain ring around a surprisingly heavy chain flipping out every time Yamamoto hovered between going further up and falling back down. He let out a breath of air, puffing the cigarette smoke out from between his lips and asked her, "Why the fuck does it matter?" Yamamoto shrugged and jumped off the swing set, her skirt fluttering up and her light white blouse ridding up her stomach as she soared to the ground. Gokudera watched and noted blue polka dotted panties looked good on Yamamoto. He looked away as Yamamoto connected with the ground and bit out, "Keep your shame covered."

Yamamoto looked down her body then laughed, straightening her skirt back down, "I thought you wouldn't mind," She chuckled, pulling her shirt further down her body.

"What if I don't?" Gokudera asked, standing up and walking over to Yamamoto. Even though Yamamoto was a girl and wasn't wearing her shoes she was still taller than him by a significant amount. He yanked at her school bow until it came undone and wrapped it around his own neck; giving Yamamoto his cigarette to keep safe. Yamamoto held it out and far away from herself but watched with interested eyes as Gokudera tied the bow up. He looked up at her and snarled, yanking his cigarette back into his mouth, "Just because you think you're cute doesn't make you cute."

She laughed again, ruffling Gokudera's hair, "But you sure are!" She paused, drawing back and thinking as Gokudera seethed, yanking off the coloured bow and throwing it in the sand, "But what's your answer? Do you like men or women?" She walked over to where she had put her brown shoes and slipped them back on, breaking the backs down further than already done.

Gokudera looked around at the abandoned park and the street lamps everywhere before making a sound at the back of his throat, figuring that getting rid of Yamamoto would be impossible, "I don't fucking know," He grit out, "I have, so much more important fucking things to think about."

"Oh same here, except I just don't know," Yamamoto said flippantly, flicking her wrist back and forth, looking out at the elementary school. She turned back and saw Gokudera storming away, muttering under his breath and under his cigarette smoke. She took a leap and bound over some child play toys, not caring if her short skirt flipped up again and skidded in next to Gokudera, easily keeping up with his pace because of her long legs, "Hey, Gokudera," She mumbled, fingering her neck and realizing she left her bow back at the park. She turned around to go get it when she felt something being pressed into her hands.

Yamamoto looked down at the bow in her hands then up at Gokudera, who still was seething quietly on his own and she smiled at him, bending down and giving him a peck on the check, "Thank you!" She then realized as the fist came flying at her face that Gokudera didn't have anymore respect for women than he had for men. She smiled.

How Gokudera like.

♥ ♥ ♥

Gokudera looked up at Yamamoto over his black rimmed glasses and spied the bruise on her cheek and split lip. He wanted to ask how she managed to brush off how she got them because no one had approached him all day and asked him why he'd deck a chick. The answer was simple, though: If Yamamoto was a guy who kissed his cheek, he'd punch him too -just because she was a chick wouldn't mean he'd change what he did. Gokudera took a drink from his water and went back to his science text book.

He was supposed to be studying for his final but Yamamoto was sitting across from him, chewing on her nails and staying on the same page of her Socials text book for what had to be the past half hour. Yamamoto leaned over and yanked at Gokudera's school uniform collar and landed a small kiss on his lips, "I'm bored, Gokudera," She whined, looking into his jade eyes with her own amber eyes, "Let's do something,"

There was a sigh of impatience and Gokudera ruled out cracking Yamamoto another one since they were in school and Hibari had a weird thing for protecting females on his campus. Gokudera licked his lips and looked around. They were alone, in a abandoned part of the library so he nodded, "Fine, fucking pervert."

Yamamoto smiled with glee and Gokudera refused to admit it made the corners of his lips twitch as she got up and crawled over to Gokudera and straddled his waist. She was positively radiant with joy as she unzipped the zipper of his school pants and as she snatched the condom out of his wallet and cracked it open, "My lips still hurts," She laughed out, "Kiss it better?"

To her surprise, Gokudera sighed and gave Yamamoto a peck on the side of her cheek, "I'm not sorry, bitch," He grumbled out even as she stroked him to hardness and slid the condom on. All Yamamoto did was smile and nod at him and slip her panties to one side with her free hand and brought Gokudera's hand to her clit and smiled at him again.

"This is fun, huh?" She asked with a smile even as Gokudera slipped a finger into her. Yamamoto didn't even make a face of discomfort as she giggled needlessly.

There was only so much finger-banging Gokudera wanted to do in his day and Yamamoto had filled it up, so he slipped her closer to his torso and let Yamamoto sink down on him.

Yamamoto was always so tight and hot every time. Gokudera held tightly onto Yamamoto hips as she rode him on the chair and Gokudera could help but feel adrenaline pump as Yamamoto bit out a moan. The silver-haired teen made a sound of disapproval and covered her mouth with one hand, "We need to be quiet or I'm ending this right fucking now," He hissed, removing his hand and replacing it with his own lips. When Yamamoto nodded and pressed her hips down farther, pushing in ball deep.

"Hurry, we don't have time," Yamamoto laughed breathily, clenching around Gokudera as she came closer and closer to being finished. She leaned in close and whispered in Gokudera's ear, "Come home, runner,"

Gokudera came with a grunt and pushed Yamamoto off his lap; Yamamoto caught herself before falling down. She stood and shifted her skirt and went back around to her side of the table and flipped to a new page of her Socials text book. She watched as Gokudera tied up the condom and fisted it gently before packing up his stuff and standing to leave.

"Good luck," Yamamoto cooed with a blown-kiss, "My cheek feels better now, runner."

Gokudera mocked her and left the library, dropping the condom in the trash as he past it.

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