Drabble Request: girltypefuuma
Request: BOOBIES!!! (preferably Keiko's)
She was laced so tightly into the corset-style dress that her breasts appeared to have gained at least one cup size, and her waist put Scarlett O'Hara's to shame, not to mention the fact that she could barely draw a breath, but Atobe Keiko still summoned the energy to pin her boyfriend with a hard glare.
“Genichirou, my face is up here.”
“I know that.” His eyes didn't waver from the rounded white flesh perfectly framed by red satin and black lace.
“And yet you continue to talk to my breasts. It's not like you haven't seen them before.” Keiko crossed her arms over her chest, which did nothing to conceal the breasts in question.
Sanada made a gallant effort and raised his eyes. “It's not quite the same.” He grinned. “If you'd wear something like that at home, I'd be your slave for several hours, at least.”
Keiko snorted. “Of course you would,” she said as she picked up a curly dark wig and fitted it over her short, light brown locks. “Men,” she proclaimed, “are very simple animals at heart.”
Sanada lifted a single eyebrow. “If you say so,” he murmured. “Ready, Monique?”
“Any time you are, Gerard.”
She was laced so tightly into the corset-style dress that her breasts appeared to have gained at least one cup size, and her waist put Scarlett O'Hara's to shame, not to mention the fact that she could barely draw a breath, but Atobe Keiko still summoned the energy to pin her boyfriend with a hard glare.
“Genichirou, my face is up here.”
“I know that.” His eyes didn't waver from the rounded white flesh perfectly framed by red satin and black lace.
“And yet you continue to talk to my breasts. It's not like you haven't seen them before.” Keiko crossed her arms over her chest, which did nothing to conceal the breasts in question.
Sanada made a gallant effort and raised his eyes. “It's not quite the same.” He grinned. “If you'd wear something like that at home, I'd be your slave for several hours, at least.”
Keiko snorted. “Of course you would,” she said as she picked up a curly dark wig and fitted it over her short, light brown locks. “Men,” she proclaimed, “are very simple animals at heart.”
Sanada lifted a single eyebrow. “If you say so,” he murmured. “Ready, Monique?”
“Any time you are, Gerard.”