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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Arakita_Yasutomo/Shinkai_Hayato
  Character:
      Arakita_Yasutomo, Shinkai_Hayato
  Additional Tags:
      Genderbending, Vaginal_Fingering, Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-02 Words: 1559
****** In The Slipstream of Thoughtless Thoughts ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Shinkai looks like she should wear scanty outfits and be a magician's
     assistant. Or be a letter flipper on a game show. She could sit on
     the hood of a car in a commercial and every man would want that car.
Notes
     WorldsJunk convinced me to write F/F and I have to say...it is as
     freeing as you described it..... (I'm REALLY embarrassed still wow
     save me kiki)
Arakita thinks Shinkai looks like shit. Her hair is a mess and her boobs look
like they're about to fall out of the tank top she slept in, the shape of her
nipples showing through, and there's the ghost of bags under her eyes. She
looks like shit and her eyes are big and blue, her lips full, and her body
still ridiculously curvy even when she's slouched and half asleep.

She passes her when she's coming back from the communal bathroom with her
toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Yasutomo," Shinkai nods at her and there's a hint of yawn in her voice.

"Watch those," Arakita says and pokes at one of Shinkai's boobs through the
cotton when she walks by, without looking, "It's not even that cold."

Shinkai holds the offending boob and looks behind at Arakita's back with a
smile. She pivots on her heel and slaps her ass. Arakita spins around with
curse words at her throat but Shinkai is already running towards the bathroom
and laughing out loud. 

"Fuck you!" Arakita shouts and watches Shinkai disappear through the bathroom
door, still laughing. Arakita rubs at her butt.

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Shinkai looks like she should wear scanty outfits and be a magician's
assistant. Or be a letter flipper on a game show. She could sit on the hood of
a car in a commercial and every man would want that car.

Even though right now she's sitting on Arakita's bed and eating cereal from the
box with no bra on, hunched over math questions that were due weeks ago.

"Why do you look so..." Arakita finds herself blurting nonchalantly, still
looking at her 3DS, "like you should be in a calendar?"

Arakita means for it to come out as a jab but it sounds too nice, too
breathtaken, when it comes out. Maybe because Arakita really feels that way.

Shinkai looks up at her. She stares at her for a moment, poking the eraser side
of her pencil into her chin.

"Like, a cycling calendar?" Shinkai asks, eyes bright.

Arakita makes sure to sound extra sarcastic when she says, "Yes, a cycling
calendar", but she's sure Shinkai doesn't catch it. She looks flattered.

Shinkai is exhibit A for the brainless bombshell stereotype, and normally
Arakita should hate those types. But Shinkai is so incredible when she gets
serious. Only during races. And when she becomes the demon, well, Arakita won't
say out loud how she feels about that.

Arakita closes her 3DS and leans over, swiping Shinkai's notes. Shinkai looks
like she wants to ask what she's doing but Arakita pushes her down against the
bed and Shinkai doesn't need to ask. Arakita straddles her.

Arakita is on top of Shinkai and figures she probably looks pretty cool from
her point of view right now. Except Shinkai's hair is fanned on the pillow and
her eyes are more half lidded than usual, and her pupils are starting to
dilate. So Shinkai is an asshole for stealing her thunder.

Arakita feels like a board against Shinkai. She is flat and curveless and
stiff. Arakita's hipbones rest on the area of Shinkai's stomach that is a
little softer than the rest of her body.

"I'm so fucking mad," Arakita says quietly, not sounding very mad at all, "You
look like a pinup."

Shinkai chuckles, but Arakita leans in to kiss her. Shinkai's lips are so soft
and Arakita groans, tilting her head to get better access. Shinkai is lazy at
kissing back; slow. Arakita is aggressive and is getting really turned on
really fast.

Arakita grabs Shinkai's boob and squeezes. Shinkai makes a pleased sound that
Arakita swallows. Arakita teases the nipple through the cotton and Shinkai
breaks the kiss to moan, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. Arakita
tugs Shinkai's tank top off and over her head.

Arakita grabs her other boob to give it to same treatment, "God, I hate these
fucking jugs. What the fuck do you eat," she says.

Shinkai's pupils are so dilated, and her lips are in a small amused smile at
Arakita's jibe, but she's breathing hard. She reaches to Arakita's crotch and
feathers a touch through her leggings. Just from that Arakita feels the wetness
in her panties seep in.

"You're awful," Arakita says breathily, and has to let go of Shinkai's boobs
because now Shinkai's caressing her labia and Arakita needs more. Shinkai
teases the tip of her middle finger against where her clit is, against her
panties and leggings and Arakita gasps, rutting against her hand shamelessly.

"You're the awful one," Shinkai says, smiling. Arakita makes a frustrated sound
when Shinkai presses her clit a little harder.

Suddenly Shinkai starts sitting up and grabs Arakita's shoulders, pushing her
back against the bed and suddenly Shinkai is on top of her, pulling her
leggings and panties down.

"Mm," Arakita whimpers, when they're on the floor and she spreads her legs so
Shinkai is in between them. Shinkai puts her hand back in between Arakita's
legs, where she's naked now, and wet as fuck.

Shinkai presses two fingers inside her and it's hot and wet. She draws up so
her wet fingers are against her clit, pushing back the hood and Arakita hisses.

Shinkai rubs at her swollen clit lightly and Arakita's toes curl. Jolts of
electricity are going up Arakita's spine; she shuts her eyes and moans.

Shinkai presses a little harder but still agonizingly slowly, so Arakita looks
at her.

"Faster," Arakita demands. Shinkai chuckles lightly because she's a complete
asshole and lowers herself to kiss Arakita.

This time Shinkai is kissing her roughly, and speeds up her fingers. Arakita
gasps into Shinkai's mouth as Shinkai rubs her clit in quick circular motions.

Arakita starts moaning into Shinkai's mouth relentlessly, getting higher in
pitch and Shinkai knows what that means. She breaks the kiss so she can hear
her in full. Arakita is gasping and her moans are getting short and quick,
tossing her head and arching her back.

Shinkai rubs harder at her clit and with her other hand inserts two fingers
inside her to finger her G-spot. Suddenly Arakita grabs at the sheets and is
gettingreally loud. Her moans are starting to sound like urgent sobs.

"Gonna cum- I'm gonna cum-!!" she chokes out, and her walls start to squeeze
against Shinkai as she fingers her.

Arakita cums with a squeal, arching impressively, knuckles white. And Shinkai
fingers her all through it and it's too much.

"Fuck, what are you-" Arakita yells as Shinkai doesn't stop her ministrations
on her oversensitive clit and G-spot, looking down at her angrily but then
she's starting to come again, "You asshole-! Oh god!"

Arakita trembles this time, around Shinkai's fingers.

"Fuuuck," she chokes out as she rides out her second climax against Shinkai's
fingers.

As she comes down from it Shinkai finally slows and stops, withdrawing her
fingers. Arakita throws her arm across her eyes and is breathing hard.

Arakita watches in her post orgasmic haze as Shinkai pulls her denim short
shorts to her knees on the bed and fingers herself to orgasm in about the same
way. Arakita thinks she looks unbelievably hot doing it. She likes the look of
her ridiculous short shorts around her knees while her hand is between her
legs.

Shinkai gasps a lot when she's about to come, and then the scream she lets out
when she does is sinful. 

As Shinkai comes down from her orgasm, breathing hot and hard from her swollen
lips, Arakita mumbles, "You're hot."

Shinkai takes her shorts and bunny-pattern panties off her knees, throws them
to the floor, and looks at Arakita with her post orgasmic glazed expression and
blinks, "Even if I look like a pinup?"

Arakita shifts to lie on her side and elbow, her head resting in her arm, "You
kidding me? That's the best part."

Shinkai smiles a little bigger and then laughs. Arakita loves her laugh.
Shinkai leans to the bedside table, her naked body with sheets draped over it,
and sits back in the bed with the math assignment, chewing the back of the
pencil.

Shinkai looks like she should be on a runway. Or on the cover of Playboy.

Arakita sits up to twirl at a bit of Shinkai's hair, one of the blue
highlights, and she lets her. The blue in her hair is fading and she's going to
get it redone soon. And then she'll smell like blue hair dye for about a week
and Arakita can yell about it but secretly think it smells kind of nice.

Shinkai looks like she's thinking really hard, and then writes some numbers
down under a question. Arakita glances at the paper and will tell her she's
doing it wrong later.

Shinkai looks like she should just pack up and go to Hollywood and become the
next Marilyn Monroe.

But Arakita thinks Shinkai belongs on a bike, sweaty as hell with her tongue
hanging out and about to kill someone.

Shinkai belongs in the seat across from Arakita at the diner when the team goes
to collectively pretend to do homework there, telling Arakita she can copy her
(wrong) homework.

Shinkai belongs in Arakita's bed, wearing her sheets looking like a
contemporary Greek goddess, eating Arakita's Froot Loops, and doing her own
version of math.

And Arakita belongs right next to her.

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