Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.

Author's Note: Request from superbartola on Tumblr, almost exactly a year in the waiting! XD Title and summary says it all. This is pure, shameless porn. Nothing but talk of sex, sex, sex from here on out. But the actual sex itself is brief because reasons lol (aka, I'm impatient af).

Raunchiness, dirty talk, PDA, kinda sorta sub/dom play and... yeah. Just don't read if you don't like raunchy smut or if you're a minor, pretty please.

Otherwise, enjoy! ;)

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Sometimes, Inuyasha Taisho often thought irritably to himself, an extremely strong sense of smell was not all it was cracked up to be.

On one hand, it was useful in a pinch. Need to locate someone or something? His nose will track it down in no time. Detecting lies or hidden emotions? No problem. Hell, even good food becomes a thousand times more intriguing, with every ingredient laid out on a proverbial table of delicious flavors.

But, unfortunately, everyone's love life was also exposed bare in front of his very nose.

He could smell who slept with who, a woman's pregnant state, her fertility cycles, people's various levels of arousal, and even dirty little kinks and secrets with a single whiff. He could tell who actually had sex versus just made out excessively with someone else. He could smell out the parties involved, the toys, the food, the protection or lack there-of, the satisfaction of said parties (or lack there-of), and even deduce the positions played out.

And, frankly, knowing his friends' and classmates' and even total strangers' sex lives in very intricate details without them sharing made for a very awkward situation to be perpetually stuck in.

It was one of his dirtiest secrets. It would be hard to make friends if it was common knowledge that he could sniff out their most intimate affairs. Quite literally.

Thankfully, Inuyasha's college dorm roommate, Miroku Tanaka, was a merciful anomaly for his nose. On one hand, he was always smelling of someone someplace on his body. But it was so frequent, so excessive, so creatively all over the place, that even Inuyasha's nose had trouble detecting the finer details. It was weirdly a blessing in disguise, because even if Miroku still reeked of women and debauchery 24/7, his scent was blurred, one Inuyasha could easily ignore without any effort.

Years and experience taught Inuyasha to block out smells he didn't wish to detect, even immediately after it already passed him by. Constantly smelling sex and sexual activities on people didn't exactly make the act particularly appealing for him, so typically it was only torture by inconvenience, or sometimes disgust. (People can do the weirdest things in bed...)

Not to say that Inuyasha was a virgin. When he was a teenager, he comprehended what those weird smells that he had always detected were. The connection shot straight to his groin and he tried to, ah, relieve the sensations as best as he could. Sometimes alone, oftentimes with a willing (albeit brief) partner. He gained quite the reputation of the "love them, leave them" type in high school, but thankfully did not have to deal with heartbreak because he always made his terms explicitly clear: just sex, no emotions. That made the romantic types steer clear, even if one or two secretly longed from afar to try and "win him over" (according to the school's gossip chain, if that accounted for anything).

But by college, with his hormones beginning to calm down, and the scent of arousal and sexuality clearly never going away, his body grew accustomed and soon he was no longer turned on by everyone's wanton activities (or desire for them). Now he was in his twenties, with a few random hook ups under his belt, but not nearly as consistently and often as his wilder high school days, and mostly feeling rather mediocre about sex in general.

Until Kagome Higurashi walked into his life.

She only shared one class with him (History of Japan 101), but the damned woman's startingly strong scent assaulted his nose every single time she walked into the damn classroom. Not only did she smell amazing (like, seriously, it was unbelievably unfair how delicious she smelled), and looked stunningly gorgeous with long, luscious black locks and large blue eyes that pierced his very soul at the slightest glance, but every single time he smelled a man on her (whether it be from a kiss or hug or, heaven forbid, more), a tsunami of jealous rage filled his chest. Twice a week, he struggled to restrain his instincts, wanting nothing than to ravage Kagome Higurashi on the floor of the lecture hall (because she always sat in front, her scent coming off of her body in waves), and simultaneously hunt down whatever men she touched and rip them to shreds.

But that was irrational. Mad, really.

And yet, it never stopped.

It would be so much easier to ignore if she was a bitch. But no, of course not.

She just had to be the sweetest fucking thing since cotton candy.

Every single morning, she greeted the classroom with a cheery "good morning!" and instantly chatted up with nearby students as they awaited their professor. Inuyasha's ears were just as powerful as his nose (except, oddly enough, he had far, far better control on them; perhaps because if he didn't, he would have gone deaf ages ago), so he often intentionally eavesdropped on her conversations. Though mostly pointless chitchat, there was a genuine and sincere quality to her voice and body language. Her smile was the reason why the phrase "sunny smile" was ever coined, her laugh music to his ears, her curves deliciously pronounced yet blurred by her modest clothing, leaving plenty of room for the imagination. She always wore dresses and skirts, conservative enough but still unbelievably attractive on her.

Sometimes she wore perfume, which normally bothered Inuyasha's already sensitive nose, but somehow, she always chose the right amount and the perfect scent to complement her body's chemistry. But regardless of its existence or not, her natural scent always came through and filled his nose, drowning out all else. Nothing but Kagome, Kagome, Kagome on his mind.

It was just her scent, her goddamn fucking scent, that was her biggest crime. His biggest beef against her existence.

Ears roaring with savage lust and claws twitching to shred her clothes off in a single swipe, he always sat in the back at every lecture, to stay as far away from Kagome as he could. And to avoid any awkward glances that would come his way by his tense posture and aura.

That didn't stop her from attempting to be friendly to him. Each time they passed on campus, she'd smile, call out his name, and wave happily. He'd nod his head jerkily, feeling weirdly robotic (even if his hardened cock would argue otherwise), and walk past quickly. She never gave up, however, despite the flitting look of surprised betrayal that always crossed her beautiful face at his responses, and continued to greet him as friendly acquaintances.

She had no idea, no fucking clue, how many hours he wasted his precious sleep every night to relieve his throbbing, relentlessly erect cock.

Inuyasha was eternally grateful to Miroku to always be spending the night in some girl's bed instead of his own in their shared bedroom because Inuyasha's infatuation with Kagome was making him break his normal habit of remaining fucking quiet while going at it. He spent hours looking up the raunchiest porn videos, the most shamelessly erotic fiction sites, in an attempt to get relief faster. It was no use; he had to buy lubricate (fucking lube!) to keep himself from chafing with all the jerking off he was doing.

In the first week of the semester, he tried hunting down some other woman to fuck. Perhaps he was just severely missing the feel of a real woman in his arms and Kagome happened to be attractive enough to be the harsh reminder he never knew he needed. He frequented bars and night clubs both on and off campus, waiting for the right opportunity, knowing that his tense stance wasn't exactly making him presentable for the ladies.

But by the time he had managed to convince a random woman to sleep with him (they ducked into the bathroom; unsanitary, perhaps, but it would do the trick), he couldn't keep it up. Fucking. Hell. Like he was fucking twelve! Horrified and humiliated, he deposited the poor woman into Miroku's thankful arms and fled the club. And then proceeded to spend the next few hours cursing his now raging erection from not doing its fucking job when the chance was practically giftwrapped for him!

It was only Kagome's face in his mind's eye, her blue eyes and adorable smile, that made him come.

As he laid there, sweating and panting, in the late hours of the night alone instead of in the arms of the woman he so desperately needed, the truth became explicitly clear: he wanted Kagome Higurashi and her alone and no substitute would be enough by even the smallest of margins. No more attempted conquests. No more night clubs. Either he got over her first or he fucked her from the moon and back. Until then, he'd put up with his "problem."

But he still felt rather bad about the poor woman he had tried to fuck.

(Miroku later reassured him that said woman – whose name was Sango Suzuki apparently, and seemed to interest Miroku more than any of his previous conquests - had assumed that Inuyasha simply had too much to drink and wasn't offended by his inability to even raise at half-mast. But that didn't fix his Hotter-Than-Hell-for-Kagome-Higurashi problem. Back to the porn sites and borderline sleepless nights it was for him.)

Eventually, like with most things, he learned to live with it. Control it. Like he was in fucking high school again, but at least it was something. By the time of midterm season, her intoxicating scent was like white noise, ever present but in the background. He could concentrate better in class and even breathe in her scent like it was the loveliest of perfumes, rather than the source of his torture chamber. His lust for her continued to torture his lonely nights, but he became more creative with his fantasies, gaining relief more sufficiently by tapping into his raunchier desires.

Kagome was the star of his nightly routine, naturally, but at least she wasn't tormenting him during the day anymore. He even managed to smile nervously back at her a few times, making her positively beam and fill his chest with warmth. Perhaps by the time he overcame this madness, he'd actually get to know her. She seemed like a real, bonafide sweetheart. Perfect girlfriend material, not just the object of maddeningly hot desire.

Then, on of the day of the class midterm, she came in smelling of a man. A man who came inside of her.

And it was the scent of a wolf demon, no less!

Inuyasha's pencil broke in his hand.

A few startled heads turned briefly at the noise, but instantly turned back to their exams. Taking several deep, calming breaths, Inuyasha fumbled in his bag for an extra pencil, found one, and pretended to concentrate on his exam, but his mind and body were screaming for vengeance. With every dot he filled in, he imagined pounding his fist into the bastard's face. With every question he read with his eyes, he imagined roving them over Kagome Higurashi's naked body instead...

He had to get out there. And fast.

Finishing his test in record time (and probably to the detriment of his grade, but who gave two shits about that right now?), Inuyasha marched over to the professor's desk, barely stopped himself from slamming the scantron and exam papers down, and headed to the door.

And then, like an idiot, he chanced a glance in her direction.

She was looking up from her exam, clearly shocked that someone finished before her (being a model student, normally she was the first one to be done with quizzes and tests and still ace every single one). Her eyebrows raised in grudging respect, she smiled shyly when noticing it was Inuyasha Taisho who defeated her perfect record.

Their eyes locked. Blue meeting amber. In any other situation, he would have gladly drowned in her depths, forgetting his irrational jealousy, forgetting the inconvenience of her very existence...

Her cheeks bloomed pink. She looked so adorable, he could forgive her for sleeping with a man that wasn't him first, even though there was nothing to forgive, and he knew that, but -

Then, he smelled her getting aroused!

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuck!

Nostrils flaring, fighting every urge within him to stop from having her right then and there, the professors and other students surrounding them be damned, Inuyasha narrowed his eyes in an infuriated glare at Kagome (ignoring the look of baffled offense that flitted across her gorgeous features), and stormed out of the classroom.

His jeans just barely hid the raging erection throbbing under his briefs.

Thankfully, most people typically don't stare at a man's package in public, so Inuyasha was able to walk swiftly and unnoticeably to the library, determined to be surrounded by silence and a profound lack of sexual activities (in spite of the commonly known stereotype), so he could attempt to bring down his racing heart and rock-hard erection.

Lust, both of the sexual and bloody kinds, were dominating his mind and body, and until he got them under control, he would lay low. Choosing a table far in the back, he plopped down with a heavy edition of the most boring sounding book on the planet that he snatched off a nearby shelf and pretended to diligently scan the pages. Slowly, the dull information began to work its magic, and his aching cock softened slightly.

He lost track of time before he knew it and soon what would have been the normal class's ending time arrived. And suddenly, somewhere in the facility of dusty old books and quiet students, her scent emerged, a beacon of a disaster waiting to happen.

And instantly, Inuyasha's cock shot straight back into solid rock mode once more. Fucking Christ.

Growling, he angrily slammed the book shut and moved on the hunt. Her scent taunted him, teased him, pulling him this way and that. He prowled in and out of aisles, looking half-mad and murderous no doubt to anyone paying attention, his accursed nose leading the way to the object of his torment.

No more playing nice. No more restraint. He would claim her if it was the last thing he did!

Then suddenly, he found her.

Deep in the one of the farthest, most abandoned corners of the three-story university library, she was wandering slowly down to the end of the last aisle. She had presumably been wandering from place to place, if her meandering movements were of any indication. Her delicate fingers lingered on the spines of the books, a universal sign of a bookworm happily in her realm. She wore a shorter skirt than usual, though her conservative blouse balanced that out. Still, Inuyasha thought, temporarily paused in his pursuit to drink in the vision before him, she had damn nice legs.

At one point, Kagome squealed softly and plucked a book off the shelf, rifling through the pages, her eyes shining with excitement. In any other time, Inuyasha would have found this endearing, downright adorable. But right now, his blood was pumping in his ears and he was only after one thing.

In a few long strides, he marched up to her, slamming his hand against the wall that ran perpendicular to the two tall bookshelves on either side.

With a shriek, Kagome dropped the book she was examining, looking up in shock at a glowering Inuyasha, his hand on the wall above her person, leaving her vulnerable. The message of his gesture was crystal clear.

Then, she glared right back.

"Well? What do you want? First you send me death glares in class and now this intimidating stance? What is your problem, asshole?!"

Inuyasha blinked. Then, to his utmost surprise, his erection somehow grew harder! Sweet and fiery, eh? Damn, the woman's mysterious hold on him was growing more interesting by the second!

He leaned down, a smirk melting over his face as their eyes locked once more, this time with the distinct feeling the heated intimacy of isolation as opposed to the exposure of a full classroom. He watched, amused, as her anger stuttered into confused arousal. She stumbled back, her back making contact with the wall where his hand rested above, lowering her eyes and mumbling something under her breath. Inuyasha's breath hitched in his throat, but his grin grew wider.

"What was that? I didn't hear you properly," he said ironically, his dog ears atop twitching playfully.

Kagome glared at him. "That's a big, fat lie. I know demons have stronger senses than humans, and besides, you're part dog by the looks of you..." Her voice trailed as her eyes lingered up at his ears. A resurgence of spicy desire rolled off her body, sweeping over Inuyasha, engulfing them in a cocoon of mutual attraction.

He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back as he savored her addicting smell. Unbelievable. All this madness from one tiny woman whom he had barely exchanged more than a few sentences with for the past two months.

He exhaled slowly, looking back down and making eye contact again. Her arousal peaked in the time he took to relish her scent, her eyes wide and dark, her chest rising and falling with the unmistakable look of someone trying desperately to hold back.

Everything about her trembling frame, not to mention her undeniable smell, all but screamed, "take me now!"

Well, Inuyasha Taisho was more than willing to oblige.

"You want me," he said, his sexual frustration and her goddamn scent turning his voice husky, hoarse, and low. He spoke with more of a growl than a normal voice.

"I- what?" Kagome's voice came out in a breathy squeak.

"I said, you. Want. Me," Inuyasha snarled each word in each breath, leaning down until his nose hovered just above hers. "I heard you, you know."

"See? You did lie-!"

"Say it again," he said through clenched teeth, making sure she had a full view of his protruded fangs.

A command, not a request, sharp and deep, making her visibly shudder like his voice forced her spine to react reflexively. Heart pounding, his eyes bored into hers, as he watched, amused and aroused like no tomorrow, her knees trembling violently in a vain attempt hold up her upright. The wall behind her was clearly the only thing saving her from collapsing.

"Inu...yasha..."

"Yes...?" he drawled, watching with growing lust as she fumbled with the hem of her skirt nervously.

"I s-said, 'Inuyasha, why are you so fucking hot?'" Kagome whispered in a single breath, her face rivaling the reddest tomato on a vine.

Inuyasha quietly laughed, a breathy almost chuckle. Goddamn. All this time she found him attractive, too? Where has the woman been all his life?! He tilted her chin up with his free hand, forcing her to stare back into his lustful eyes (surely, she must see it?).

"Now, sadly, I don't know the answer to that, princess," he said in a mock-coaxing tone, grinning at her pout, "but what I would like to know" - he slid his other hand on the wall down, drawing it closer to her body - "is why" - he brushed against her arm - "you" - encircled down and around her waist - "are so fucking" - pulled her against his chest, making her squeak adorably, and with the hand holding her chin, rubbed his thumb over her soft lips as he leaned in, whispering hoarsely - "unbelievably gorgeous and hot?"

He sealed those final words with a kiss, diving deep with his tongue, the furious pounding in his ears turning into triumphant roaring as he felt her own mouth respond just as eagerly.

Their bodies molded together, hands wandering, tugging, groping, wanting. Inuyasha pressed her against the wall, ravaging her mouth with his own even as he unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his erect cock from the slitted hole in his briefs. Tucking her ass under his arms, he lifted her up until her legs wrapped themselves about his waist. Secured, he thrust his exposed cock between her legs so she could feel his length. But he wouldn't enter her. Not yet.

As expected, she gasped, her desire all but drowning Inuyasha's senses. Had he been of a weaker constitution, her stimulating aroma would render him unconscious. As it was, the increased sensation only roused him further. He found himself talking, a stark difference from previous experiences where he normally avoided conversation to "get it over with."

But that was then and this was now. This was Kagome Higurashi. The woman who possessed his body and soul for the past two months, be it of pure lust or something more. Whether this was the only time he'd get to claim her or the start of a lifetime, he intended to relish every single second.

And to see just how willing she was to fulfill his wants.

"You feel that, princess?" He rocked back forth, forcing her to slide along his length, making her cry out and instantly bite her lip to suppress further noises. "What's that down there?"

"Y-you know perfectly-"

"Answer me, wench," he growled quietly in her ear, busy burying his nose deep in her soft hair.

"Your... your cock..."

"Oh? And do you like that, princess? Tell me..." he drew out the word as he playfully tugged on her earlobe with his teeth.

"Y-ye... yes! Oh, God, yes!" Her voice was hitched in pleasure but still managed to be in a loud whisper.

"Why so quiet?" Inuyasha purred, his nose nuzzling behind her ear, deeply inhaling the tiny amount of perfume she had dabbed there. Infusion of lavender and lemons. God, it complemented her natural scent so perfectly, he nearly moaned. He went on, murmuring in a teasing tone, "Are you worried about being caught? We are in a library, you know..."

"I'm aware!"

Inuyasha smirked at the self-conscious tone in her voice. Encouraged by the spike of warm, delicious desire all but literally pooling down below (and now he could feel it! Jesus Christ, grant him patience!), he went on: "But that excites you, doesn't it?"

A rush of warmth, rather like a spillage, spread in her cotton panties directly above his cock. Kagome trembled and closed her eyes, moaning in ecstasy, biting her lower lip in vain. Inuyasha's cock throbbed in appreciation, making her buck her hips along his length, the thumping of her back against the wall not stopping her from trying to ride him.

God Almighty, this woman was kinky! He just might fall in love, holy fuck.

And yet she persisted in the coy act. In a twist of irony, she protested half-heartedly as her own hips spoke for themselves. "Of - of course not! Why, why on earth-?"

"Because of the thrill," he whispered under his breath directly inside her ear, willing his words to reverberate deep inside her mind. Willing her to forget restraint, forget shyness, and just let go. "You love the thrill of possibly be caught, to be heard, to be seen" - Kagome whimpered, and Inuyasha could have sworn that the warmth between her legs was beginning to leak, fucking hell! - "and that makes you feel so unbelievably dirty and yet so good and hot, doesn't it? Ka-Go-Me?"

A long, protracted moan greeted his ears in answer, with more hot dampness accumulating below, making his cock throb painfully and her legs quake. His cheeks were beginning to hurt by all this grinning, and his cock was on the verge of exploding, but this was so worth it!

"Well, Kagome, am I wrong?" He emphasized the word in a sing-song manner, before smothering their lips together once more.

"No... no, you aren't..." Kagome mumbled between kisses, her hands gripping his shoulders. "God, this is so embarrassing... You must think I'm so gross..." Her voice wavered, heated embarrassment rolling off along with her arousal.

Inuyasha blinked, breaking off the kiss in a moment of bewilderment. Then, he gave a quick bark of laughter, startling Kagome from her reverie. He straightened up and kissed her hard on the mouth again, thrusting over and over, rubbing himself all over her soaked panties. Her rapturous moans were muffled, but just barely, against his lips, as her hips bucked clumsily back at his movements. When their mouths parted, her naturally pink lips were red and swollen, her pupils dilated, her half-lidded darkened blue eyes gazing at him dreamily. Inuyasha licked his own lips, hardly believing her effortless eroticism.

"Do you honestly think that this" - he gestured to his cock with a wave of his hand and an additional thrust - "means that I find you gross?! God spare me, Kagome, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen! I spent these last few months lusting after you like a fucking horny teenager, and hating every fucking man I could smell on you" - (he plunged on, ignoring her gasp and shocked "how did you-?!") - "and now here you are, not only drop dead gorgeous and the most delicious smelling woman I've ever had the privilege to meet, but also have a kinky streak?! What kind of an idiot would I be to find all of that, any part of you, 'gross'?!"

He paused to take a breath, staring into her beautiful now widened eyes.

"I want you. Jesus fucking Christ, Kagome, I want you so fucking much, like no other, and any men who you've had in the past will look like pathetic children by the time I'm done with you! And I'll bet you've never wanted anyone as badly as you want me and my cock," he added with a sudden surge of confidence, "have you?" He burrowed his face against her neck, gently suckling on the skin and kissing over each spot.

She shuddered, gasping for breath. "N-no, no, God, no, never! Never like this! I want you so much, Inuyasha, and your—your bi-" Kagome suddenly stopped herself short, her face somehow redder than ever before.

But Inuyasha caught the insinuation. He could hardly believe it, but then again, this woman was full of surprises so far. His male ego perked up excitedly, he thrust slowly and deliberately, coaxing the word from Kagome's mouth. "My what?" he growled through a conceited smirk, practically gleeful.

"Your... your b-bi-guh...big, ummmm... big..."

"Big? Hmmmm?" Thrust, thrust. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out, but by God, he was going to do his damndest to take as long as he needed. This was, without a doubt, the most erotic moment of his life and he considered luckier than all get out that he was essentially living a real-life porn film.

The stereotype of libraries and debauchery was coming true and he was experiencing it himself! God, he needed to do this more often! But only with Kagome, no one else, whispered a voice in his mind, but he brushed it aside, waiting for Kagome's incoherent stuttering to finally come to a head.

"Your big, th-thick cock!" Kagome nearly shrieked, but barely controlled the volume of her voice in time, slapping a hand to her mouth in horror.

With a devilish smile, Inuyasha yanked away her hand and passionately kissed her, hot and heady, needy. He pulled away, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, deliberately dragging his fang last before letting go.

Her head hung back, breathless and stunned. He kissed her again, softer, running his lips all over her face. Meanwhile, his hands slid down to her panties, rubbing over the outside of her clit (if her sudden jolting movement and suppressed cry out were of any indication).

"Would you object to losing a pair of panties, Kagome?" he whispered.

"I would, actuallyyy," Kagome moaned, distracted by his ministrations even as she tried to sass back.

"Too bad, because my big, thick cock" - he watched with unending delight at her blush over her repeated words - "won't fit with them in the way." He lifted a single claw, making his intentions clear. Kagome's eyes flashed with irritation, and yet her body betrayed her failed attempt at dignity once more.

Inuyasha's lips quirked up into a smirk. "Listen to me well, Kagome Higurashi: I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you from here till next week right here and now, and you're gonna love every single second. With your panties out of the way, you're gonna spend the rest of the day feeling the wind down there" - Kagome squeaked in mortification - "and be reminded of how good I felt, taking you, pounding away at you, and making you feel so hot."

"Then, stop torturing me and get on with it!" Kagome hissed.

"Princess, you tortured me for two months. Give me a little leeway."

"Yeah, but I had no idea—HEY!"

True to his word, Inuyasha slashed off Kagome's panties and they fell, in a sopping mess below at his feet.

"You should pay me back, you know—oh-ohh. Ohhh. OHHHHH!"

Without preamble, with the last obstacle out of the way, Inuyasha sheathed himself to hilt deep inside Kagome. For a moment, he stayed still, eyes rolled back and closed, lost in the heavenly feeling of her warm center finally, finally wrapped around his cock. He could stay here forever. Let the rest of the world fade away or burn; all he needed, all he wanted to be surrounded in the cloak of Kagome, Kagome's scent, Kagome's body, Kagome's hair, Kagome's womanhood, Kagome, Kagome, Kagome...

Then, he began to move, slowly at first, then began to pick up a quicker rhythm. Kagome clutched onto him, burying her face against his shoulder to block out any more sounds. But muffled against his shirt, he could feel the vibrations of her silent screams of pleasure.

"Ever had a cock as good as mine, Kagome?" he whispered, fucking her against the wall, inwardly thanking his lucky stars to be in this position right now.

"God, Inuyasha, if-if I was a virgin, you would've hurt me! You're so fucking big..." Kagome's mouth turned towards his neck, kissing him with a fury that matched his pounding. "Jesus- fuck! Koga's got nothing on you!" She jerked back, blushing profusely, to meet Inuyasha's glowing triumphant grin.

"What? Do you find my cock to be more... satisfying?" A sharp thrust upwards. Kagome moaned, tightening her legs about his waist.

"Th-that's an understatement—"

"Oh? Then, how would you describe it? Tell me, baby girl," he whispered hoarsely, his ego roaring with victory in his mind.

"Bigger... thicker... and God, I don't know, you just feel so much better and you're so much hotter - ahh!" Kagome bit her lip to suppress her loud cry. Inuyasha had just reached down and grasped hold of her now exposed ass, squeezing in appreciation. "Do-do that again! But could you... umm... use your claws? A bit?" If a face could alight on fire, Kagome's would rival the hottest bonfire right about now.

Growling quietly under his breath, Inuyasha obliged, gently yet not too gently raking his claws along her ass cheeks. She squeezed tighter around his cock as she gasped and moaned. He tried going a little rougher, digging into her flesh; his actions were successfully met with more of that lovely keening, her back arching against the wall.

Pleased with himself, Inuyasha kept it up, scraping up her ass and traveling up her back under her clothes, as he went on: "Goddamn, who'd have thought that Kagome Higurashi would be such a freak?"

"Is that a p-pro-problem? Nnnphh!"

"Hell no. Fucking Christ, this the farthest thing from a problem! If we were on my bed, I'd turn you around and spank your beautiful ass while I fucked you from behind. Oh? Do you like the sound of that?"

"Y-yes! Oh my God, yes!"

"Then hold still," he growled against her lips, "and we can finish things up here and go back to my place."

Stay still she did, clinging tightly to him, as Inuyasha took her, harder and faster. The bookshelves on either side of them shook with the force he made against the wall. He grinded deep inside her like the wall was a mattress, like it was merely a surface made to be fucked on, not a solid obstacle in his way. His claws dug into it, making scrape marks that only a demon could make, fucking Kagome like it was the last day of Earth's existence, like he was fulfilling an unspoken promise to himself.

If she willing, God help him, if she willing, he would gladly spend the rest of his life with her if this is what it meant to be with her!

"Inu-Inuyashaaaa, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Kagome's voice rose in a whispered high-pitched scream. Even now, she managed to rein control on her volume. Damn. Impressive, if not slightly disappointing. He rode out her orgasm, then paused before unleashing his own.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked, kicking himself for not asking beforehand.

Thankfully, she nodded wordlessly, and he released himself with a loud groan inside of her.

And then, his knees gave out and he went down with her, both of them crying out and giggling simultaneously.

Slumped together on the library floor, entangled, sweaty, and mostly dressed but still exposed, the two lovebirds snuggled awkwardly in a corner. Inuyasha raked his claws through her thick hair, Kagome played with his own long, silver hair, her body nestled in the crook of his arm.

Inuyasha cleared his throat, swallowing hard.

"So... please tell me I didn't just make you cheat on your boyfriend?"

He wasn't sure what possessed him to ask. Perhaps now that he was solidly back on planet Earth, perhaps because of her reference to Koga, and he just had to make sure. It didn't make a difference at this point, but he felt he ought to at least know, right?

Kagome's startled laugh bubbled forth. "No, silly! Koga isn't my boyfriend! I just... slept with him. It was quite random, honestly. And he wasn't my first either, but he was my first 'casual' hook up, I guess."

"And he's got nothing on me, huh?"

She huffed. "Are you actually concerned about homewrecking my nonexistent relationship or do you just enjoy the fantasy of cuckcolding someone that badly?"

Inuyasha laughed at that. "You're something else," he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

"Says the guy who stalked me to the back of library and fucked me within an inch of my life," Kagome said dryly, looking up into his eyes.

"I don't hear you complaining."

"Hell no." She leaned up and kissed him softly. Then, she sat up, primly brushed out her skirt, and snatched her destroyed panties from the floor nearby, bunching them up in her hand (her blush glowing brighter than the sun). She went on, in a would-be casual tone, but her flushed cheeks and shining eyes spoke volumes: "Now, I seem to recall a promise to repeat this last... performance, but in a far more comfortable setting... If you'll have me." She glanced at him, hopeful, anticipating.

Inuyasha grinned. "As you wish, princess."

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