Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Tough Love ❯ Tough Love ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: StarTrekObsessed 
Aya. Yohji. Kitty gear. Handcuffs. Crops. The pic that inspired this can be found here: pureyaoi.org/art/ladygackt.html
And the fic that also had a hand in the inspiration is called 'No food or drink', and the above pic was drawn for it. I honestly can't remember who wrote that fic, or where it is archived. Poke around the pic's URL and you may find it.
ANYWAY! This summary has surpassed the story.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.09.2006 | Updated On: 12.09.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 121 | Visits: 841 | Status: Completed
Aya. Yohji. Kitty gear. Handcuffs. Crops. The pic that inspired this can be found here: pureyaoi.org/art/ladygackt.html
And the fic that also had a hand in the inspiration is called 'No food or drink', and the above pic was drawn for it. I honestly can't remember who wrote that fic, or where it is archived. Poke around the pic's URL and you may find it.
ANYWAY! This summary has surpassed the story.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.09.2006 | Updated On: 12.09.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 121 | Visits: 841 | Status: Completed
The delicate arch of his foot, outlined in rumpled red silk, vague in its dimensions.
His calves, slim and rounded; Yohji knew they'd be sweet as hell under the silk.
Thighs soft and white, the garter biting his flesh just a bit. The straps against his skin looked cruel; black leather.
The gloves were elbow-length and more red silk.
The tail and ears... were pure, unadulterated art.
Yohji was breathless, raging hard and desperate. His wrists hurt against the cuffs. "Please, Aya," he moaned.
Aya smiled. Sadistic.
"No." Gentle tap of the crop. “Not till the kitty’s had his milk.”
His calves, slim and rounded; Yohji knew they'd be sweet as hell under the silk.
Thighs soft and white, the garter biting his flesh just a bit. The straps against his skin looked cruel; black leather.
The gloves were elbow-length and more red silk.
The tail and ears... were pure, unadulterated art.
Yohji was breathless, raging hard and desperate. His wrists hurt against the cuffs. "Please, Aya," he moaned.
Aya smiled. Sadistic.
"No." Gentle tap of the crop. “Not till the kitty’s had his milk.”