Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Too Much Birthday ❯ 16 ( Chapter 16 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Furuba Lemon RR 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Haru groggily sat up shaking his head. What happened? He was talking to Tohru. They were going with a bottle to a room and then ...blank. He stood up and the room swayed and he grabbed a back of a chair to steady himself. He decided a trip to the bathroom was the best thing to do. Splash some cold water on his face and get his bearings back.
The stairs seemed so much steeper then he remembered as he made his way up. The bathroom was just down the hall. Funny how he could find it drunk and maybe not sober. He had to file that bit of knowledge away for later use. The bathroom was occupied. Go figure, he shrugged. Then he heard voices through the door. It was open just a crack. His curiousity got the better of him and he pushed the door open further.
"Most incredible, eh?" "Let me get a bit more experience and then we'll see if you are so memorable."
"You liked it. You know you did!"
Haru looked blankly at the Arisa and Shigure. This was peculiar. Both were in various stages of undress and both obviously just had sex.
He walked further in, shutting the door behind him, and calmly strode past them to the toilet. He really needed to take a leak. He unzipped his pants and relieved himself. He flushed the toilet and turned around and both were staring flabbergasted at him.
"Shigure-sensei? Arisa-kun? I'm not doing anything to stop you."
Arisa was embarrassed having her skirt hiked up and Shigure's and her's juices running down her thighs and the sneaky author just staring off at his cousin with his hands stilled in mid-motion on her thighs. Arisa did finally cough out. "Your pants are not zipped."
Shigure looked down. "I am wearing pants?
"No, him." Arisa nodded over to the dazed youth.
Haru walked over to them both causing them to go wide-eyed and he reached over Arisa, ignoring her compromising position, to turn on the faucet. He smiled pleasantly at her. Not the cocky smirk but a lazy warm smile and soaped up his hands and rinsed them. And his pants STILL were not zipped up! His penis that had tumbled out of his leather chaps and was brushing against her side. Rubbing her unintentionally, causing her to stifle a gasp. Damn, he was big and he wasn't even aroused. And that felt nice what he was doing. Too nice. The bathroom was feeling very, very crowded.
Shigure glanced over to the youth and then Arisa's slightly panicked face. "He is forgetful." And smiled wryly as he shrugged.
Haru finished up and dried his hands and was about to leave when Shigure cleared his throat. "Are you forgetting something?"
Haru stood there for moment scratching his head thoughtfully before turning around.
"Maa...maybe, sensei." Haru walked over to Arisa and touched her cheek with his finger tips. She blushed and batted them away.
"What? You too?" Arisa rolled her eyes. Were all the Sohma's horny?
"Huh?" Haru looked puzzled then nodded. "Oh, you met black earlier, I am white. But I remember now. I remember black thought you had a wicked tongue. Was this what I was to remember, sensei?" Haru leaded over and pressed his lips to the already kiss swollen lips of the Yankee's. Shigure pulled back to observe this turn of events, his perverted mind working out something very delightful indeed. Now he just had to lock the door so there would be no more interruptions.
The kiss was different then Shigure's. The writer's was hard at first, his second one gentle. But this kiss, It was slow and lazy like the teen had all the time in the world to coax her to respond. And she did. Oh boy did she! Her lips moved over his hungrily and she boldly thrust her tongue in, to slide with his. Tangling in a languid lust. His hand weaved in her long blond hair and one of his palms slipped into her unbuttoned shirt and ran his fingers over her nipple and pinched it lightly, bring it to a rosy peak before his hand cupped around the soft rounded flesh. She found her own hand reaching up to grasps the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair.
Haru was the one to break the kiss and looked at her flushed face and sparkling eyes. "You do have one. A wicked tongue. I like to see more, if I may?"
Arisa blinked at the boy's politeness. Was this the same kid from before? The rude cowboy? Her mind then clicked; she already had one Sohma and as she said, how can she compare if the author was the most incredible sex she was going to have if she didn't get some more experience.
Meanwhile, Yuki and Hana were in Shigure's study. Yuki had stopped from Saki from going upstairs because he had to get something first. He might have been drunk but not so drunk that he completely lost his faculties. He knew Shigure kept condoms around the house and his study was the perfect place to look.
Soon they were found and Saki's hands were a little too bold so she found herself tied to Shigure's desk chair with her own silk stockings. Lightly, of course, as Yuki whispered in her ear she looked very pretty. She hardly protested at this kinky move. Her breasts pushed forward to tempt him and his hands rested on the satin skin. Black lace and white silk. Her flesh was pure like snow as if it was just uncovered for his eyes and his eyes alone, not a blemish. His body was doing most of the thinking and his mind was foggy. Her kisses like wine. More sweeter than that damn vile sake Shigure was pawning off on them. He was drunk on her and her sparks that tingled his nerves and surged his desire for her. It didn't make any sense. But he wanted her.
Saki smiled as he slipped the condom over his engorged length.
"You do have to watch out for the quiet ones." She said softly. He didn't know if she meant herself or him. "So the prince doesn't turn to a frog after all." She smiled shyly, her creamy thighs parted under his tender caresses and he slid in, slowly until she let out a gasp and wanted to hold onto something, but her hands were tied behind the chair. Yuki, as if to apologize, softly licked at her trembling breasts as he settled into her, ripping through the fine membrane to claim her.
"Hanajimi-san...you are so lovely." He said it out loud as he pushed inside completely, his sac conforming to her. Surrounded by her warmth, her tightness, it was sheer pleasure. Something he wasn't sure he would ever feel with someone. And he never thought it would be with Saki.
You do have to watch out for the quiet ones. Yuki smiled
The stairs seemed so much steeper then he remembered as he made his way up. The bathroom was just down the hall. Funny how he could find it drunk and maybe not sober. He had to file that bit of knowledge away for later use. The bathroom was occupied. Go figure, he shrugged. Then he heard voices through the door. It was open just a crack. His curiousity got the better of him and he pushed the door open further.
"Most incredible, eh?" "Let me get a bit more experience and then we'll see if you are so memorable."
"You liked it. You know you did!"
Haru looked blankly at the Arisa and Shigure. This was peculiar. Both were in various stages of undress and both obviously just had sex.
He walked further in, shutting the door behind him, and calmly strode past them to the toilet. He really needed to take a leak. He unzipped his pants and relieved himself. He flushed the toilet and turned around and both were staring flabbergasted at him.
"Shigure-sensei? Arisa-kun? I'm not doing anything to stop you."
Arisa was embarrassed having her skirt hiked up and Shigure's and her's juices running down her thighs and the sneaky author just staring off at his cousin with his hands stilled in mid-motion on her thighs. Arisa did finally cough out. "Your pants are not zipped."
Shigure looked down. "I am wearing pants?
"No, him." Arisa nodded over to the dazed youth.
Haru walked over to them both causing them to go wide-eyed and he reached over Arisa, ignoring her compromising position, to turn on the faucet. He smiled pleasantly at her. Not the cocky smirk but a lazy warm smile and soaped up his hands and rinsed them. And his pants STILL were not zipped up! His penis that had tumbled out of his leather chaps and was brushing against her side. Rubbing her unintentionally, causing her to stifle a gasp. Damn, he was big and he wasn't even aroused. And that felt nice what he was doing. Too nice. The bathroom was feeling very, very crowded.
Shigure glanced over to the youth and then Arisa's slightly panicked face. "He is forgetful." And smiled wryly as he shrugged.
Haru finished up and dried his hands and was about to leave when Shigure cleared his throat. "Are you forgetting something?"
Haru stood there for moment scratching his head thoughtfully before turning around.
"Maa...maybe, sensei." Haru walked over to Arisa and touched her cheek with his finger tips. She blushed and batted them away.
"What? You too?" Arisa rolled her eyes. Were all the Sohma's horny?
"Huh?" Haru looked puzzled then nodded. "Oh, you met black earlier, I am white. But I remember now. I remember black thought you had a wicked tongue. Was this what I was to remember, sensei?" Haru leaded over and pressed his lips to the already kiss swollen lips of the Yankee's. Shigure pulled back to observe this turn of events, his perverted mind working out something very delightful indeed. Now he just had to lock the door so there would be no more interruptions.
The kiss was different then Shigure's. The writer's was hard at first, his second one gentle. But this kiss, It was slow and lazy like the teen had all the time in the world to coax her to respond. And she did. Oh boy did she! Her lips moved over his hungrily and she boldly thrust her tongue in, to slide with his. Tangling in a languid lust. His hand weaved in her long blond hair and one of his palms slipped into her unbuttoned shirt and ran his fingers over her nipple and pinched it lightly, bring it to a rosy peak before his hand cupped around the soft rounded flesh. She found her own hand reaching up to grasps the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair.
Haru was the one to break the kiss and looked at her flushed face and sparkling eyes. "You do have one. A wicked tongue. I like to see more, if I may?"
Arisa blinked at the boy's politeness. Was this the same kid from before? The rude cowboy? Her mind then clicked; she already had one Sohma and as she said, how can she compare if the author was the most incredible sex she was going to have if she didn't get some more experience.
Meanwhile, Yuki and Hana were in Shigure's study. Yuki had stopped from Saki from going upstairs because he had to get something first. He might have been drunk but not so drunk that he completely lost his faculties. He knew Shigure kept condoms around the house and his study was the perfect place to look.
Soon they were found and Saki's hands were a little too bold so she found herself tied to Shigure's desk chair with her own silk stockings. Lightly, of course, as Yuki whispered in her ear she looked very pretty. She hardly protested at this kinky move. Her breasts pushed forward to tempt him and his hands rested on the satin skin. Black lace and white silk. Her flesh was pure like snow as if it was just uncovered for his eyes and his eyes alone, not a blemish. His body was doing most of the thinking and his mind was foggy. Her kisses like wine. More sweeter than that damn vile sake Shigure was pawning off on them. He was drunk on her and her sparks that tingled his nerves and surged his desire for her. It didn't make any sense. But he wanted her.
Saki smiled as he slipped the condom over his engorged length.
"You do have to watch out for the quiet ones." She said softly. He didn't know if she meant herself or him. "So the prince doesn't turn to a frog after all." She smiled shyly, her creamy thighs parted under his tender caresses and he slid in, slowly until she let out a gasp and wanted to hold onto something, but her hands were tied behind the chair. Yuki, as if to apologize, softly licked at her trembling breasts as he settled into her, ripping through the fine membrane to claim her.
"Hanajimi-san...you are so lovely." He said it out loud as he pushed inside completely, his sac conforming to her. Surrounded by her warmth, her tightness, it was sheer pleasure. Something he wasn't sure he would ever feel with someone. And he never thought it would be with Saki.
You do have to watch out for the quiet ones. Yuki smiled