Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ A Lil' Distraction ❯ A Lil' Distraction ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A LITTLE DISTRACTION
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess

AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Part apology fic for Mona-chan...part very late birthday present for Mona-chan. All Akki x Gure goodness. Contains spoilers for Chapter 97/98 of the manga. Told from Akito's POV. LEMON CONTENT. A standard disclaimer appears after the story.



It was fun surprising the dog like I did.

"Where is he?"

"Ah! A-a-Akito-san!"

"I asked you a question!"

"Ano..."

"Where's Shigure?!"

"He's in his study...working...."

He appeared really hard at work, not at all as I imagined a writer to be. Especially him. The slamming of the door barely distracted him. It wasn't until he actually saw me that he registered the situation.

"What is all the racket? Akito-san?!"

"You sound surprised."

"I wasn't expecting you."

"I came over unannounced."

"So I see."

All I could do was laugh. Laugh at his shock. Laugh at his incredulous eyes. At the tiny "o" his lips formed at my response. He wasn't used to this side of me. And why should he? I've never done anything like this in my life.

There's a first time for everything.

And I was eating up his reaction.

"To what do I owe this honor?"

"What? I can't come to visit my pet dog whenever I want?"

I was so hungry.

"I'm not complaining...just...uninformed."

"Uninformed? An interesting way to put it."

"Okay. I'm surprised."

His surprise grew as I pulled open my jacket to reveal a very - naughty - treat. Usually I shun woman's clothing, but not today. His wide eyes fixate on my chest. Easy to see considering the sheerness of the blue mesh top I was wearing. The particular bra I had found for just such an occasion actually lifted what little chest I had and showed cleavage. It also made me feel as if my chest was sticking straight out, but the discomfort was well worth his reaction. Leather graced my hips and legs. Black like the night, and not too untypical of my normal casual garb. I could feel the material hug my body, again hiding nothing.

The tip of his tongue brushed his lips as I moved towards him. Without a care I dropped my jacket onto the floor. Dark eyes continued to fixate on my upper body even as I made a show of straddling his lap. I moved as close as I could to his center, practically pushing myself against him.

"Akito...you shouldn't."

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do."

"But--!"

"Shigure...."

"What if the others hear?"

"Like I care about the others."

"Akito--!"

"Shigure?"

"I don't think...."

"Don't think! Don't talk!"

I pounced.

The surprise must have worn off. His lips were ready for mine when I pressed them against his, the tip of his tongue already playing with my lower lip. Accepting the invitation, my tongue brushed against his upper lip. He sighed lightly into my mouth, lips parting as if to swallow me up. I followed suit, pushing my body pushing itself as close to him as I could. Hands moved up my back holding me to him.

To be more playful, I moved my hips, rolling them forward, then backward. His groan sounded painful as I moved over the bulge protruding from his lap. The yukata covered it, but that didn't stop me from adding more pressure, moving at different speeds and angles.

My shirt was lifted from my body. My bra delicately removed and tossed aside as scrap. The feel of his mouth upon my bare skin caused me to shiver and grind deeper into his lap. His hands molded my breasts. My skin tingled in anticipation of his lips where his fingers played.

My own fingers buried themselves in his hair. The fine feel of his dark chocolate locks, so smooth and cool to the touch, was in direct opposition with the feel of his tongue brushing over my nipple. Fire ripped from my gut and shot straight into my chest. I groaned, pulling his head closer. I continued to show my appreciation by attempting to give him pleasure as well. But being held so close to him made it difficult to move. The fabric of my pants and his yukata were also a much unneeded distraction.

He lifted me off of his lap, expertly unbuckling my belt and relieving me of the leather. I stood before him gloriously naked, unembarrassed and totally wanting. I stepped into his open arms, rewarded by several small kisses to my abdomen before he pulled me completely into his lap.

Hands on my hips guided me to what we both wanted. I allowed him to pull me, lift me, move me. Rewarded was I by the blunt push of his head against my inner walls. I had every intention of riding him until he was about to come then walk away. But as with all things with Shigure, I can't stop.

It was difficult to maintain any control with him holding onto me, his lips seeking and finding the dip between my shoulder and neck. His lips expertly manipulated my actions, causing me to roll my hips closer. My attempts at being any more aggressive were thwarted by the sheer pleasure boiling inside of me.

So overcome with feeling my guard slowly began to fall. My head fell back, lulling from side to side. I groaned as he slowly -- oh so goddamn slowly! -- pushed in further, until he could go no further. At that point, I was amazed by how full I felt from this angle. Stretched to limits with just a hint of pain. Hurt makes it all worthwhile. Only an inch or so was left unsheathed, but if he really cared he didn't say.

Then came the friction. Sweet, delicious movement! My hips rolled forward and backward in time to an unheard melody. The close quarters of the chair caused my muscles to tighten and cramp all to quickly, but I found support in his arms, encircled around my waist. In his hands still molded to my body. Pushing and pulling.

Sweet kisses along my left shoulder caused the music to get louder, the blood in my veins to pump harder. The gentle slap of wet flesh on flesh could be heard if one focused hard enough. Harder I pushed, wanting all of him inside of my. A physical impossibility, but there was no harm in trying.

The combination of sensation, sound and touch brought an onslaught of rapture. It forced its way through me, around me. It was a light orgasm compared to previous times, but I couldn't help but shiver as the blood cooled and the rush ended. I panted against his shoulder, placing kisses there and moving upward until my lips covered his.

It didn't take me long to realize that Shigure was still hard and ready inside of me. I really wanted to know how he restrains himself sometimes. Wouldn't it just be easier to let go? Less painful and more enjoyable?

With a smirk against his lips I purposefully closed my inner walls around his engorged dick. After a moment I relaxed, then tightened against. I heard him moan against my lips, his hands still grasping at my ass as if holding onto a lifeline. Very slowly I roll my hips backward, pulling away. I paused, prolonging the torture. Then, even more painfully slow, I pushed my hips forward. It's not enough to completely break his restraint, but I enjoyed the groans and shivers my actions elicited.

And relished even more the moment when the man became the dog.

He stood, still holding me close. My arms wrapped around his neck to help. There was a pause, a brief curse and the sound of things hitting the floor. In one swipe he cleaned off a corner of his cluttered desk and dumped me unceremoniously into the space. I opened my mouth to argue, but he reclaimed my lips.

I knew what was to come. This was not the first time we had played. Imaging what he would do, then feeling the sensations my imagination can't recreate stoked the new fire burning low in my gut.

There was no preamble to his entry this time either. He was quick to take, but slow to please. Damn his restraint. I would've complained had we not been kissing. Had he not pounded away inside of me, sending wave after wave of sensation through my body.

I wrapped my legs around him as best as I could, barely able to hook my ankles together. This encouraged him to move a little faster, pushing deeper. I wanted to scream, the head of his erection brushing against a bundle of nerves so raw my hips flew off the desk to meet the next wonderful thrust. And the next. And the next!

My entire body moved with each thrust, his body trapping mine against the smooth surface of his work desk. But the support disappeared, replaced once again with his hands. He lifted me from the tabletop. In a single motion he turned me around so that I faced the desk and reentered me from behind.

Secretly this is one of my favorite positions. I could feel everything, my muscles clenching at him as my orgasm approached. The first caused me to open my mouth. The second beckoned his name from my lips. Before I could scream, his hand covered my mouth, muting the sound.

Shivers wracked my body as my final orgasm washed over me, his release pouring into me. I grunted as he nearly fell on top of me. Strong arms wrapped around me and I felt his warm breath on my ear. His lips gently play with my earlobe. I sighed, relaxing against his larger frame as he pulled me away from the desk.

"Akito, why did you come over here?"

"Why else?"

"Hmm?

"To spy on you."

He laughed. "Arigato."

"For what?"

"Giving me just the distraction I need to finish my latest project."

"So I am only a distraction to you?"

"Much more than that."

"Prove it."

"Thought you'd never ask."

He proved to be a much bigger distraction.

Too bad I couldn't be distracted like this every day of the week.



~OWARI~

DISCLAIMER:
Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions, Ltd (for distribution in the USA). All copyrights go to them and not me. All characters are used here without permission. Please do not sue. I have no money, although I would be happy to give away my bills. ^_^