Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Lemon Trilogy ❯ Milking the Cow ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Not mine. Please don't sue me because honestly, I don't own Haru. I only dream about it.

 

A/N: Here's a blow job fic for all of the Haru x Tohru lovers. Chapters to follow include Yuki x Tohru, Shigure x Tohru, and Kyo x Tohru. Silly, raunchy, not to be taken too seriously.

 

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“Milking the Cow”

 

By: Mizaya

 

Hatsuharu wasn't sure why Yuki had asked him to pick Tohru up from her make-up tests. It wasn't like she couldn't figure out how to walk home by herself. In fact, it was probably a lot more likely that he would have trouble wandering around by himself than she would. But Yuki had asked him because Yuki looked out for her. The rat was busy with other things and Kyo was training, and so Haru would be a good friend and do it.

 

He glanced at his thick leather watchband and saw that the tests were almost over, so he made the climb up the school stairs and sauntered off down the hallway to the auditorium, where the tests were held. The air inside the building was hot compared to the cold weather outside. He had to remove his white suede trenchcoat and swing it over one shoulder so he wouldn't get sweaty inside his chaps. Some people might find it strange that as the spirit of the cow he would choose to wear so much leather, but Haru was content that real cows had a purpose in life. Momiji had often commented when he ate beef that he himself could never eat rabbit. It was all the same to Haru. Leather just fit his style well.

 

Leaning back against the refreshingly cold metal lockers outside of the door where Tohru would emerge from, Haru passed his time by thinking about Tohru in her school uniform. As far as he was concerned, the girl belonged to Yuki, but a few thoughts couldn't hurt anyone. It wasn't like he would act on them. Besides, the way she always looked at him with those wide, all-too-innocent eyes while wearing that perfectly short, blue pleated skirt was decidedly hot. It was a crime that she had such a sexy little body and no idea. She should be using it to seduce every guy she came across.

 

Haru had to stop before things got a bit too uncomfortable in his lower regions. Maybe he allowed himself to jerk off to Tohru Honda in the privacy of his shower, but he wasn't about to pick her up while packing a raging hard-on. Homework. Ginger fried pork. That annoying guy at the record store. There, the rocket in his pocket finally settled down a bit.

 

Just in time, too. All of the people from the test were beginning to trickle out of the classroom, most giddy and laughing from the relief of having their last test before winter break. The steady stream slowed down and then finally the vice principal walked out, carrying his armload of tests while awkwardly attempting to close the door behind him.

 

“Do you need some help, Mr. Fujimoto?” Haru asked in his stereotypically mellow voice.

 

The short man, who almost always had a stick up his ass, turned around at his name. “Hatsuharu Sohma,” he said with open suspicion. “What exactly are you doing here? It is highly inappropriate to be loitering around the school during break, young man.”

 

Haru put up his hands defensively and flashed his signature grin. “I came to pick up Miss Honda from her tests.”

 

“She's in the classroom putting everything in order for the janitors later. Maybe you should go help her.”

 

The seething cow watched as Vice Principal Fujimoto strutted off down the hallway towards his office, acting like he fucking owned the place. Who the fuck was he to make Tohru clean the whole fucking classroom by herself? Bastard!

 

Rage was emanating from him when he rammed his way through the door so hard it slammed into the housing and jumped back closed. There she was, pushing the desks against the wall so that the winter cleaning crew could scrub and wax the floors. She still hadn't seen him, despite the noise he had made entering. She was wiping her brow and moving to the next row of desks to begin arranging them along the side of the room with their comrades.

 

“Why are you doing that?!”

 

Tohru started a bit as she turned to face him, her eyes wide in alarm. “Oh, Hatsuharu! What are you doing here?”

 

“I came to pick you up. Answer my question, Miss Honda.” The way that she darted her eyes back and forth gave away that she saw his emerging Black side. It was boiling just under the surface of his calm, occasionally bursting through like hot magma breaks through the cooled crust of a lava flow.

 

“I….” A pause. “Mr. Fujimoto told me to clean the classroom.”

 

That was it. Seeing her there like that, frantically working while all the other slackers had strolled out of the classroom in such high spirits just pissed him off. That time, the magma consumed the cooled shell in a fit of pure Black anger. Haru barely recognized his emotions as he threw the desks against the wall one by one, neatly clearing the way for his dear Tohru Honda.

 

“Hatsuharu! Please!” A pleading little girl clung to his arm and tried unsuccessfully to stop him from throwing the last desk at the already mangled pile of cheap wood seats and clanging metal legs. “You can't destroy the classroom again! You'll get in trouble!” Too late for that. The classroom, except for the teacher's desk, already looked like a tornado had ripped through it. A Black tornado.

 

With everything physically taken care of, he needed a new outlet for his demonic half. The tiny, sexy, virginal, innocent little vixen on his arm was just right. Grabbing her around the waist with both hands, Haru picked her up and carefully carried her to the corner of the classroom and through the door to the little closet where the cleaning supplies were kept. “So, Miss Honda, you're supposed to clean the classroom for them, are you? I wonder if you can clean anything else.”

 

Tohru was still staring like a statue. Maybe she needed a little something to wake her up. He knew that there was a dangerous gleam in his eye as he slowly brought both his hands and his head to her face. Just before he kissed her, he instead stuck his tongue out and licked a punishing circle around her lips, enjoying the shrill sound that played in her throat. “What's wrong, Miss Honda?” he asked in mock concern as he backed away. “Hasn't Yuki ever done that before?”

 

“No,” she said in a most pleasing breathy whisper. She may have had no idea, but just that one little word in that voice had made his cock hard again. Without considering the consequences he rubbed his hips into hers and moaned at the friction.

 

Now she looked really scared. Her breathing was quick and her eyes were round like saucers. He saw her tongue dart out and taste at where he had touched her with his own as though she didn't believe that the contact had happened. The poor thing was sexually deprived. “I have an idea,” he told her in as kind a voice as Black Haru could manage. “Why don't I show you a little trick that will make Yuki one happy young man? You know, all guys our age have needs. Maybe he's scared to show you what he wants you to do. You should surprise him when you get home tonight. Do you want me to show you how?” He smiled slyly when Tohru finally gave a nod. She was blatantly confused, but that could be a good thing. She wouldn't do it if he didn't catch her off guard.

 

“Feel this?” Haru snatched her hand and made her rub it over the huge bulge in his pants. Tohru wasn't going to do this on her own. “Why don't you kneel down so I can show it to you better. Guiding her by the shoulder, he got her down where he wanted her and pushed himself a bit closer to her face. “Now you rub it like I showed you.” Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she raised her hands and touched the fabric in a petal soft fashion. Haru uncontrollably leaned forward to get her to touch him with more force, but the motion scared her and she pulled back, pressing herself against the wall of the dusty, chemical-smelling room.

 

Maybe she would respond better to a more direct approach. Haru caught her hands in his own again and lifted them back up to show her the pressure he liked. “Yeah, more like that,” he praised. When he moved his hands away to grip at the handle of a broom hanging on the wall, she continued as he showed her. “Good, now undo my button and the zipper.”

 

Her hands paused over him and he frowned. She was looking at him questioningly and he couldn't help teasing her. “Remember when I showed that asshole that this is my natural hair color? Yuki and Kyo spoiled our fun that day, but you're about to find out.”

 

That said, she relaxed a bit and focused on releasing him from his pants. He reveled in the way her eyes lit up when she came face to face with the white hairs, and then the realization that set in when further unzipping revealed black ones below that. How could she have possibly been that naïve? It was almost criminal what he was planning, but in his current state that was definitely a good thing. When she was done she hesitated, not knowing what to do next. He was hard enough that he could flex his member and he did so, right in her face. “Take that out.”

 

Haru didn't want to watch her struggle with that so he closed his eyes and waited. Sure enough, ten seconds later her warm little fingers were pulling him out and grasping onto him lightly. She was an eager learner. He liked that.

 

Okay, the torture was killing him. He had to continue. “Why don't you get familiar with it? Don't rub too hard, though, and be nice about squeezing it.” This was the life, feeling her hands exploring him where he had always imagined before. Actually seeing her working her hands over his dick was so much better than trying to picture her doing it while he whacked off at night. He knew that it would be the only time that he could get her to do this and not get in trouble for it, so he concentrated on every last feeling. The problem with that was that it made him hornier and the whole thing would be over soon and then he wouldn't have had the most fun possible. The image of her continuing to pull his shaft to the point that he came all over her pretty little face was erotic, but no, he had bigger fish to fry.

 

“That's good, Miss Honda. Why don't we take it a little bit further, though? The part at the end? That's called the head, or the tip. I want you to put your mouth on that. You can do whatever you want as long as you don't bite.” She reached out and dabbed her tongue on the drop of precum before adding her lips in, engulfing more and more until she had the whole tip in her mouth. “Mmm, yeah, like that. Try sucking a little bit. Un!” He didn't know how much longer he was going to be coherent enough to give directions before he grabbed the sides of her head and fucked the hell out of her mouth. His Black self liked getting off. A lot.

 

He had to grab the broom handle tighter to keep his hands from her head. “All right, now move your hands off of it and start taking it in your mouth. Pretend it's a lollipop.” Yeah, a big, throbbing, meaty lollipop. He had to compliment her with a groan as his head slipped deeper into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. That was Tohru, always trying to please him and his family.

 

“Keep doing that. Yuki's going to love that, Miss Honda.” She backed off of his shaft a few more times and impaled her mouth on him. It was great. Perhaps a little slow, but Black Haru could handle the torture.

 

He noticed that her hands were settled on his thighs to brace herself. That was no good. He needed them on his body. “Miss Honda, no, don't stop. Reach into my pants again with one had. Do you feel anything else in there?” Her hands reached around until they cupped his balls and he moaned in acquiescence. “Yeah, those are my nuts, Miss Honda. Balls, nuts, cajones, a sac, testis, whatever you want to call them. They're really sensitive, though.” He had to stop for a second to sigh as his slid into her throat again. This was like a fun little seesaw ride they had going on. “Just cup them, or play with them with your fingers gently. Argh! Miss Honda, are you sure you haven't done this before?” he had to ask coyly. She made a `nnn nnn' sound onto his cock to signal a negative answer and he shivered. That was delectable. “Do that again. Hum.”

 

She did and it was unbelievable. This time there was a tightening that he couldn't fend off. Her touch grew more stimulating, her tongue doing crazy things to his mind as she fell into a wonderful rhythm of sucking and licking and deep-throating and stroking. He thought he could almost feel the passageway inside constricting, as it got ready to launch that hot sticky fluid down her throat. He had to tell her.

 

“Miss Honda! I'm…about to….cum!” At his last words he shuddered and gasped and moaned thrusting his hips down on her face to get that final stroke in. He waited out the pounding of his orgasm and came back to life to find his hands holding her head to him and her mouth working in a frenzy to swallow it all down. Suddenly everything went blank and he fell to his knees along side of her.

 

Haru regained his consciousness to find himself kneeling beside a flustered Tohru. She was gaping at him and he had no idea where they were. It looked like the cleaning closet in one of the classrooms. “Miss Honda? What happened? I feel so tired, but…relaxed somehow.” He glanced around and saw through the open closet door that the classroom was a total mess. Wasn't Tohru supposed to clean it? He would have to help her or they would never get out of there. It was so unfair of Mr. Fujimoto to give her all that work.

 

It was at that moment that he realized that his pants were unbuttoned and he looked down at his rapidly shrinking dick. What the…? Fuzzy memories of Tohru bobbing on his groin and the glorious releasing of his orgasm came floating to his mind. Oh, no! It had actually happened! White Haru hastily stood and fixed his pants and then turned around back to his diminutive companion. With one memory triggered, they all had come back, although memories of what his Black side did were always hazy as though he was looking into someone else's mind.

 

“Don't worry,” he said with an easy smile. “Yuki is much smaller than I am.” At that, Haru left her in the closet and went to straighten out the classroom. At least he hadn't stolen her first kiss. Licking her succulent lips surely didn't count.

 

-The End-

 

A/N: Sorry for the PWPness of this. It was totally calling for me to write it. And thank you very much to the masked hentai for the title! Reviews are always welcome!