Tohru was humming to herself as she washed the dishes. These boys make such messes! she thought to herself. But she didn't mind doing it for them. She loved all three of them - Shigure, Yuki, and Kyo - like family.
She felt two large hands gently rest on her hips, and she smiled. "Are you already back, Kyo-?"
As she turned around, she realized the mistake she had made. Those were not Kyo's eyes staring back at her. They were large and bright and shining and innocent, and they belonged to:
"Momiji!" Tohru gasped happily, throwing her arms around his neck. "I haven't seen you in a long time! What are you doing here?"
Momiji smiled. "Kyo texted me to come and check on you; he's been trying to get a hold of you. They're not coming back tonight. They'll be here tomorrow."
"Oh, silly me!" Tohru giggled. "I think my phone is still on silent, and I've been busy doing chores. It's easier to clean up the place when they're not around," she admitted.
Momiji took Tohru's hand in his, and then backed away from her. "I'll let you get to it, then," he said with a slight bow.
As he made his way to the front door, Tohru called to him, "Momiji, you can stay if you want to! Will you keep me company?"
He spun around immediately and said, "Ok! If it makes you feel better! Anything for you, Princess!"
Tohru chuckled. She didn't quite know if he was just teasing her, or if he actually held her in such high regard, but either way it was amusing to her.
Momiji silently helped her finish her chores, and when they were all done, they decided to watch a movie together. "What about this one?" Momiji asked Tohru.
"No, that one's too boring," she answered. "How about this one?"
"I've seen it," explained Momiji. "It's the one where-"
"Shh! No spoilers!" Tohru chided him.
"Ok, sorry," Momiji said, sticking out his tongue playfully. "What about this one? It's funny."
"All right!" Tohru agreed.
So they sat on the couch in front of the tv together, first just holding hands, then leaning against each other. Tohru became cold, so eventually they were snuggling under a blanket with one another, still watching the movie.
Tohru had an itch on the tip of her nose, so she rubbed it against Momiji's shirt sleeve, which didn't elicit a reaction from him whatsoever. It was then that Tohru inadvertently got a whiff of his scent, and something about it gave her pause. Her body was reacting strangely to it. An alien warmth spread across her skin. She simply wasn't expecting it. It wasn't the scent of a dirty little boy that she somehow had grown accustomed to; it was the scent of a grown man, someone who was well-groomed and sexually mature.
She was brought back to Earth when Momiji laughed out loud at the movie. It didn't even sound like Momiji. Momiji was the little boy with a high-pitched voice, right? This was a deep, hearty laugh that echoed like bass strings in Tohru's ears. When did little Momiji grow up to be so big? she thought to herself.
She looked at his thick hair, his chiseled jawline, his adam's apple… He has such manly features! she marveled internally. She suddenly had an overwhelming urge to touch him everywhere. She wanted to explore his body with her hands and feel how large and hard his muscles had grown.
Momiji turned to look at Tohru, a huge grin plastered on his face. "This is fun," he mused.
"Yeah," breathed Tohru. She hadn't exactly heard what he said, but she agreed with him, anyway. "I'm actually kind of tired, Momiji," she confessed. She was beginning to feel dizzy from her epiphany.
"Ok," he said, turning off the tv. "Should I head out?"
Tohru yawned and shook her head. "Not if you don't want to. You can-"
"Sleepover it is, then!" Momiji exclaimed excitedly as he picked Tohru up with both of his hands. He carried her up the stairs to her bedroom.
She was going to suggest that he could stay in the living room and watch tv for as long as he wanted, but the ease and earnest with which he lifted her from the couch dispelled all of her thoughts. She was so high off the floor - Momiji had grown to be splendidly tall!
He gingerly lay Tohru on the bed, tucked her into the covers, and gave her a small, chaste squeeze. "Good night, Tohru," he whispered into her ear.
And that was all it took to send her over the edge. "Momiji," she cooed, "will you give me a good night kiss, please?"
Momiji took her hand in his and kissed it tenderly. "Good night, Princess," he smiled.
"No," Tohru said, subconsciously grasping the collar of his shirt to bring him closer to her. "I mean like this." She closed her eyes and kissed him passionately on the lips. How did she go this long without realizing that her friend was a heartthrob? She was so aloof sometimes, but now that she was aware, she would never let him go.
As they slowly pulled away from each other, Momiji's jaw dropped open. His fingertips ever so slightly caressed Tohru's cheek. His eyelids lowered, and his pupils dilated like a feral animal's. He went in for another kiss, this one even longer and deeper than the first. "Tohru," he breathed, "are you sure this is ok?"
"Yeah," Tohru whispered, nodding her head.
Momiji let out a sigh of relief. "You don't know how long I've wanted you, Tohru," he growled lustfully. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck, lightly brushing his lips over her sensitive spots.
The confession nearly brought Tohru to orgasm, despite not being touched in an overtly sexual way. Now she really wanted him to fuck her. She started to unbutton Momiji's shirt while he was occupied kissing her all over her face and neck. He had moved onto the bed and was hovering over her.
When he felt Tohru taking off his shirt, Momiji began to help her. He shrugged the shirt off of his broad shoulders and slid it off of his toned arms, revealing a healthy, masculine physique.
Tohru let her hands wander across his chest and abdomen for a bit before she took off her own shirt and bra, still kissing him. She wanted him under the covers with her. She wanted to feel the heat of his body against hers. She slipped off her skirt and panties without him noticing - or so she thought.
"Tohru," he said, suddenly stopping. "I… I have to tell you something."
"What?" she asked curiously.
"I… I've never… done this before," he admitted sheepishly, his cheeks blushing heavily.
"Oh, that's ok!" Tohru encouraged him. "You mean you're a virgin?"
Momiji nodded. "Will you tell me if I'm doing something wrong?"
"Of course," Tohru reassured him, pulling him back in for another kiss. "Come get under the covers with me."
Momiji happily obliged, continuing to feel Tohru's bare naked body with his incredibly silky hands. He felt her hair, then her temples, then her collarbones, and then delicately drew a line with his fingers down to her navel. Upon realizing that she was completely nude, he stopped again. "Is it ok if I take off my pants, too?" he asked.
"Yes, please," Tohru said longingly. She was starting to feel wet between her legs, at the tops of her thighs. She was on her back, and Momiji was on his side facing her. It was all she could do not to moan when she felt his erection touch the outside of her hip. It was already a bit sticky with precum.
Momiji lovingly wrapped his arm around Tohru and nuzzled his nose just under her ear. It sent shivers down Tohru's spine and electricity through her veins, causing her to turn away from him. Her entire backside was now pressed against his front. His hands gently fondled her breasts, and he buried his face in the back of her neck. His hips were rhythmically rocking against hers, although he had not penetrated her yet. "Can you… show me where it is?" he asked softly. "I don't want to mess up…"
Tohru silently reached back and took his penis into her hand. It was so warm and stiff. She felt hungry for it. She stroked it a few times, then patiently guided it to her entrance.
"You're sure this is ok?" he whispered into her ear.
"Yeah," Tohru whimpered back, nodding eagerly. "Just push."
Momiji slowly and carefully pushed the tip of his dick into Tohru's vagina, and they both let out a gasp.
"Keep going," Tohru pleaded softly. She wanted him to fuck the shit out of her.
Momiji slid further, and further, and further, until he was as deep as he could possibly be inside of her. They both let out a cry of pleasure. "Is this ok?" Momiji asked.
"Yes," panted Tohru. "Now fuck me, Momiji."
So Momiji obeyed his mistress, steadily pulsating in and out of her as she grabbed his hands with hers and held them to her beating heart. He was sensuously making love to her from behind, and they were both enjoying every second of it. He noticed that the more deeply he thrusted, the louder she moaned. "Mmm, Tohru," he swooned huskily.
"Ahh, Momiji!" Tohru wailed in pleasure. She was getting her wish. Her whole body was tingling and spasming. She could not believe how good Momiji was for his first time. It also helped that his dick was enormous.
Momiji started to break a sweat, and he noticed that Tohru's skin was flushed pink all over. He could never get tired of hearing her moan his name in ecstasy. He wanted it to last forever, but after a while, his body felt like it was about to erupt.
"Tohru," he said seriously, still swirling around inside of her, "I'm going to cum."
"Ok," Tohru managed to breathe between thrusts.
"Is it ok if I cum inside of you? Or would you rather I do it somewhere else?"
"Please cum inside of me, Momiji," she begged. She wanted to be filled with his seed.
Momiji worked his way up to speed again, and with a few more deep thrusts, he emptied his semen into her womb. He saw stars and had to catch his breath. His wish had come true, too.
Tohru's whole body trembled and she orgasmed when she felt his hot liquid spill into her. She saw stars and had to catch her breath. "That was… so… good!" she finally managed to say, happy tears forming on the edges of her eyes.
"Yeah," Momiji agreed, still gasping for air. He took her hand in his and lovingly kissed it. "Anything for my Princess."