Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Birthday To You ❯ One-Shot

She was tossed onto the bed, her eyes ehavily lidded and full of lust. She hadn't expected one simpe birthday party to turn out like this. She shuddering unvoluntarily and let a small moan escape her lips. A large callused hand, spotted black from ink, rested on her small stomach, lightly massaging her. A pair of lips came down to whisper into her ear.

"We can give you the best birthday you've ever had," Shigure murmured, his hand lifting her shirt. Another pair of hands, beautiful and slender, wove their way into her hair, placing a kiss on her closed eyes.

"Yes dear sister. With that baka neko gone, we can do whatever you want for us to." Her eyes opened slowly so the face of Ayame peered back at her. She always knew her older brother was handsome. But to act like this and to get him like this, it was too much to bear. She started to raise her hips only to be calmed down by the sexy voice of Hatori.

"Now Yumi, calm yourself down we're going to do this nice and slow." Shigure's finger traced her trembling bottom lip teasingly, his hand reaching up to support her neck. He started dotting her neck with small kisses of desire, sucking at occasional spots and his tongue dancing over the swollen patches of soft skin. She let out a small cry, her head turning to face him and a kiss landing on his forehead.

Hatori had wedged himself above her, watching her greedily. He'd had small wantings for her lately, but now that they were coming true, it was almost a strange dream. His head came down to suckle one of her peaked nipples through the thin cloth that was her shirt. She whimpered and arched her back, wanting Hatori to engulf more of her in his mouth.

She felt a hand move to her crotch area, and knew the closest person there was Ayame. The thought at first was disturbing and she started to wriggled away from his grasp, which was already wet from her sex. Her lips were suddenly captured in a passionate kiss by Shigure, his tongue forced down her throat. She gasped into him and felt her body react the way they wanted, her kiss back just as harsh and her pant deepening the wetness.

Ayame started to work at her jeans, grinning evilly as he watched his two best friends grope at his baby sister. Ah, they were so sex deprieved. He tugged at her jeans until they fell to her knees, shocked to find no undergarnment to shield her curls.

Her face burning, she tried to clamp her knees shut. Only Kyou had seen that part of her, and quite personally it was hard enough for him to see it for the first time. Now her brother…

She felt him slowly wedge her knees apart, placing a gentle kiss on her knee.

"It's ok, Yumi-kun," he whispered, stroking her inner thighs and making her whimper, "everything is going to be ok."

"A…Aya…" she whimpered helplessly as her legs slowly folded back down and spread slightly. Ayame felt his way in between her legs, tickling her pubic hairs teasingly. She was very wet, he thought happily, she actually liked this. One of his slender cool fingers prodded at the petals of her sex. She felt shocks fly down her back to her crotch, driving her insane. He finally slid inside of her, poking inside her heat.

"God…" she cried out, breathless before Shigure swept her lips away again, one hands coming to finger one of her breasts. Impatient, Hatori lifted her shirt, surprised at how skimpy it was.

"Shigure, you didn't get her this shirt, did you?" he asked curiously. He looked up at the doctor with a false innocent face.

"So what if I did?" He grinned and helped his friend remove her shirt, exposing plump breasts clad in the thin material of a bra. "Why wear these Yumi-kun?" he teased, nibbling at her sensative neck to arch her back, gaining access to the clasp. Yumi's stomach was placed right below Hatori's groin, so when she raised herself, she unintetionally ground herself into his growing arousal. He grunted and tried to shift to avoid her noticing, helping Shigure remove the even small undergarnment. The three paused their actions to stop and stare at Yumi. She lay panting on her back, her hands high above her head, her eyes heavily lidded. Her pale fragile beauty was spread before them, the rosy pink of her lips and cheeks dainty additions to her beautiful figure.

Hatori, with his hands, traced down her body and curves, pressing her breasts lightly together to create a brief clevage. He leaned down to capture a nipple in his mouth, lightly nibbling it and massaging the unoccupied one. She threw her head back and moaned, her hips raising to meet Ayame's hand.

He inhaled sharply and glanced at Shigure. He sat next to her watching Hatori, whimpering. He knew he had sensative scent, so he was in agony about now. He moved from his spot and hugged Hatori from behind, deliberatly grinding his hardon into Hatori's backside.

"I say we lose the clothes and go along with Miss Yumi," he whispered huskily into Hatori's ear, lightly rocking his hips and making Hatori groan. He reluctantly removed himself from above Yumi and got off of the bed, pulled Ayame with him. He felt Ayame's delicate fingers dance across his chest before starting to unbutton his vest.

Shigure lay down next to her, stroking her small nubs. He sucked at where her neck and shoulder met, surly leaving a mark for the morning, which could be fixed by make up. He almost jumped in shock when he felt her hand enter his robe, groping at his chest and pinching his own now hardened nipples. He stared at her, confused at first. Her eyes, dark with passion, reflected him. Her mouth was slightly ajar, panting and whimpering.

"Shigure there's a draft…" she said quietly, almost sexily. He lost all train of thought as he rolled onto her, straddling her naked body. Along with her help, he removed the robe quickly and almost hurridly. He discarded the garnment onto the floor, allowing her to get a view of his dripping member, swollen with lust. If she hadn't worn that outfit he gave her for her birthday and walked with that hip swing she did, then she'd be in bed and the Handsome Blossom Trio would probably screw each other instead of playing with little Yumi. He scooted up a bit so his penis was close to her face. She smiled up at him before giving a tentive lick to the tip, accompanied by his groan.

Meanwhile, Hatori and Ayame stood holding each other's sacs, watching the pair. "Let's leave them be," Hatori murmured into Ayame's ear, sucking his earlobe soon after. Aya shivered and lead Hatori into the next room: Tohru's.

Shigure swallowed a cry of pure ecstasy at the feel of Yumi's timid tongue touching his dick. He'd thought she'd been too…innocent to try anything. She tilted her head up and kissed the tip, enjoying the sourish sensation. Shigure shivered, ready to collapse onto her. He sat on her chest, using the backboard to support his weight. She sucked lightly before taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his velvety texture. Shigure felt himself melt.

She mentally scolded herself. She was Kyou's after all. But she'd had too much to drink thanks to Ayame, and now she couldn't tell right from wrong. She suckled him again, lighitng biting down on him to encourage. He moaned and squirmed, shoving himself into her mouth a little more to match a slow rhythm she had started. She bobbed her head, her eyes closing. She enjoyed his taste. It wasn't soft like Kyou's, more of a hard steamy musky scent. He groaned as she rolled him around in her mouth. He was thick and nearly took up all the space in her mouth. He leaned heavily against the frame of the bed.

"GodsYumi….I envy Kyou to get this every night," he gasped out, his eyes wide and bulging from shock and pure ecstasy. Her hand came up to cradle his ball sacs, roling them and massaging them in her hand. His skin was so soft! She moaned into him and gave his balls a squeeze. He cried out and shoved his throbbing manhood deeper into her mouth, his seed releasing inside.

She was almost gagged with the creamy liquid, and immediately started a fit of coughs. She pulled away from him and turned her head to the side, hacking. Bits of Shigure's cum flew from her mouth and spilled onto the pillow. She tried to swallow the salty substance, but it still managed to leak from her mouth and fly up. Shigure whined at the loss of her warm mouth around his cock, but he slowly pulled away, lying next to Yumi and kissing her, sucking his juices away from her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, her hands grasping his penis again. She stroked it as he trailed his hands to her hips and abdomen, stopping in her nest of curls.

She gasped and squrimed. Ayame's fingers were slender, but Shigure's were rough and callused feeling. He snaked inside of her, prodding. She gaspd as he reached one angle and spot. Curious, he poked again, sending her wild. She threw her head back and cried, almost a scream. He smirked. Ah, he found her G-spot after all. He trailed his tongue down her body, sending shivers down her spine

"Dear Christ Shigure," she murmured, breathless. Her hands wove into his hair, tugging at it like a wig that wouldn't come off. She had almost relaxed when she felt his tongue slither inside of her. She did scream this time, her hips shaking violently.

He nuzzled his nose into her, enjoying her taste. His tonuge massaged her inner walls. This was torture to her, he knew that. He searched around and discovered the most wonderful thing on a woman: The clitoris. He started to suckle on it greedily.

"Oh god!" she cried, her vision blurred in passion. She wondered how he did it, though Kyou did the same much better. She shook as a familiar sensation began to take her over. He rlower belly started to burn and she felt like she was going to burst. With a final cry, she bucked her hips and her orgasm hit her like a tornado, making her body almost flop unconcious. Her vision was dangerously fading from colour to black. Shigure's face lifted and licke dhis lips, coated in her juice.

"You taste so sweet dear Yumi," he taunted her, licking his fingers right in her face. The twinge of lust stuck her lower belly and sex again, making her moan.

"Gods don't stop you damn inu," she whimpered helplessly, squirming. Shigure grinned, licking the last of her cum off his fingers.

"As you wish, White Neko," he whispered, crawling over her. He positioned himself over her, making sure her legs were nice and spread.

Yumi's breath quickened. Honestly, she'd only had actual sex twice with Kyou. Two other times involved Yuki and Haru too. That was it. It was still new to her. She slowly let Shigure do what he wanted, moving to his hips, her lips brushing up against his neck, which had remained unshaven for some reason.

He shuddered as he slowly propelled himself towards her cunt. He gasped out and closed his eyes as he entered her. So hot, so tight. She obviously ha dbeen used to Kyou and not someone to the size of Shigure.

Her eyes flew open to stare at the ceiling above her, adjusting to Shigure's size. She writhed beneath him, moaning as the sensations flew through her body. She'd been sex deprieved for oh so long.

Shigure felt himself almost pass out. She was so…fresh. He was corrupting another youth, no doubt. He was a terrible perverted man. But she'd welcomed their seductions with her own. It was her own fault after all. He leaned down to kiss the tip peak of her breasts, sucking as he started a slow rhythem. She moaned and moved her hips with his, her arms wrapping around his neck and bringing him down close to her. He released his lip-locked grip on her chest and allowed her to press him to her. He kept his hips moving, pounding into her harsher, faster. She nibbled at his neck, pinching his nipples and licking his chest all over. He felt her hips meet his with a crash each time, urging him to release.

Yumi felt it was time to show her signature move on Shigure. She slowly reached down with a free hand and started to knead his ball sacs, molding htem in her hands and enjoying the softness.

"You know you want to Shigure-san," she whispered huskily, giving them a small squeeze to urge them on. He gasped and thrust into her, astonished to realize she also bucked her hips to slam against his to meet his orgasm. Her own tightened around his arousal, bringing him over the edge as he released his seed into her, collapsing on her.

She managed to squirm from beneath him and lie next to him in a panting fit. Shigure's arm lay draped across her heaving chest, stroking her breast. She turned her head to face his, which stared at her back in stunned silence. They sat like that for a good ten minutes, waiting for one to say something.

"Shigure…" she murmured, stroking his face. She was still tired yes, but she still loved Kyou. Even after a night of passion. She felt her eyes well up in tears. Shit what did I do? He thought frantically, sitting up. She sat up with him, her bottom lip trembling. Shigure wrapped his arms around her, hugging her frail cold body to his.

"My white neko what's wrong?" he asked her quietly, stroking her back. She bit her lip, fighting back tears. She shivered and folded into his arms.

"Shigure…I…when I came with you and Hatori and Ayame, I thought you could help me forget about…about him." She bursts into sobs finally, collapsing onto his shoulder. "But it's not working Shigure! I still love him I can't leave him…" she curled up as Shigure shushed her, consoling her and rubbing her arms and back.

"It's ok Yumi," he repeated in a murmer, "It's ok I understand." He did in fact understand. Many people have done that to him before to forget past loved ones. It was part of his label `matchmaker'. He kissed her forehead. "Everything will be alright."