A/N: I'm so happy to be writing again! This story is a little rushed because I was so eager, but still, I'll try with it. So leave a comment and tell me what you think, kay?
Also, this story is rated M for a reason. So if you don't like all kinds of naughty stuff, then I suggest you just not bother, alright? And also, Kagome and Inuyasha are really OOC in this story, but that's the way it has to be. It will eventually get better.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Inuyasha or the music I used in any way. I just borrowed the characters for this story, and borrowed Drake's lyrics and song title(I love him so much). I own nothing but my ideas, though.
She had to admit it, she liked the feeling of those million pairs of lusty eyes following after her everywhere she went. She swung her hips deliberately and seductively, knowing that she was attracting the attention of every male that stood in her presence with each step. Confidence was a necessity. It was what made a woman know she was sexy, not only in looks, but in her attitude, also. That was what attracted men the most. There was a certain kind of aura that surrounded her as she walked through the crowded street, and it made most people, even females, stop and stare. She took over the whole environment, making it collapse around her so that not even the sun could outshine her or box her in.
She showed off her pearly whites to the shy ones, making them splutter and blush, freezing them in their spots, making them too intimidated to even give her a smile of their own. But it didn't bother her much, it just made her chuckle at their shyness. She tried her luck with the more confident boys, smirking suggestively at them, and they mimicked her actions, and then she winked at them and continued to walk on, leaving them gazing hungrily after her.
Sometimes, she felt as if all the attention would never be enough. She craved it.
She was silently thanking god for the weather as she neared her destination. The summer breeze softly swept through her mane of glossy black hair, and she breathed it in for a second, closing her eyes, enjoying the feel of the soft breeze against her hair and her face. A bright smile was showing on her face once again, and she pretended not to notice the eyes on her as she tossed her mid-length raven hair back. There was an aura of innocence that surrounded her, but Kagome Higurashi was anything but innocence.
Her phone had been stuck inside the pocket of the black skinny jeans that were way too tight on her. She pulled it out when she felt it vibrate, reading the text as her heels continued to clank against the concrete on the street, a soft smile on her face.
"Shikon Jewel…that's the name of the club you were planning on going to, right, Kagome?"
Kagome shook her head, sure she had told Sango the name of the new club a million times. Not bothering to text back, she shoved her phone back into the pocket of her skinny jeans, her hips still swaying. She smiled at the sound of whistles being called out for her, but chose not to turn around and acknowledge the sounds coming from the men that followed in behind her.
After just a few more minutes of walking, she had finally reached her destination. She burst through the door of the club, a smile still on her face. Ignoring the pairs of eyes that were ogling her, she began looking for Sango.
After ignoring the many compliments and comments made of her by men, which were mostly good, and some by women, who spoke with nothing but jealously, she searched around a bit more until she finally spotted Sango over by the bar, sitting next to Miroku. She walked over to the two of them, a smile on her face.
"You know, I've been looking for you everywhere, Sango," Kagome said to her friend, taking a seat down beside of her. She looked over and glared at the two. "You've already ordered your drinks without me, I see."
Sango let out a huff before taking another sip of her drink, then opening her mouth to scold Kagome. "You're the one who didn't text me back. So calm down, babe. And please, don't drink too much, Kagome. You're kind of an embarrassment when you're really drunk." Sango finished with a smirk, sucking the drink up with her straw, her eyes still watching Kagome's angry expression in amusement. She finally pulled away from her drink, chuckling at her best friend.
"I told you the name a million times before! We've been planning this for months, and I was so excited about it. You should've knew the name of the damned club by then, Sango." Kagome insisted, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Okay, enough with this shit," Miroku started with a smirk on his face. "We're here to have fun tonight, get fucked. Not argue. So you both get over it, alright? By the way, Kagome, you look amazing tonight."
Kagome smiled. "That's sweet, Miroku. But seriously, you better stop. You know how protective your girl is," Kagome smiled at Sango in feigned sweetness, and Sango rolled her eyes, but still tossed her head back, laughing lightly at her friend. "But anyway, on with the plan for tonight. Get completely fucked, do a little dirty dancing, ya know, live it up."
Sango shook her head at Kagome, watching her as she flirted with the bartender for a few minutes before finally ordering her chosen drink, a margarita. She watched as she slurped the drink up quickly before asking for another. Sure, Kagome was a grown woman, after just turning twenty-two and all. But still, she made plenty of mistakes. She didn't want to see Kagome get in trouble. She hated to say it, but her friend was sometimes reckless when she got even a hint of alcohol into her system.
She immediately decided to put a stop to Kagome's drinking, not really caring if she would be mad or not. "Kagome, c'mon. Don't go all crazy tonight. You still have work tomorrow, you know. I don't think you can't handle anymore hangovers. You'll be late for work again, and you really don't have many more chances." Sango tried to tell her, wishing that she'd think rationally.
Thankfully, Miroku had stepped in, too. "Kagome, come on, now. Babe, you can't get trashed nearly every night. Think about what people will say."
Kagome let out a laugh, flipping her raven hair over her shoulder as she took another sip of her drink. "You two are crazy to think that I really care about what people say, especially people who don't even know me. You've got to learn how to not give a fuck. Once you grasp the concept of that shit, you're platinum, baby."
"Kagome-" Sango started, only for Kagome to bring a hand near Sango's face, signaling that she didn't want to hear it. She watched Kagome in disappointment, shaking her head when she leaned her head back some more so she could drink more of her alcohol. She had finished the whole glass already, and Sango was sure that she was already drunk.
"C'mon, Sango," Kagome squealed suddenly, trying to grab Sango's hand and lead her out to the dance floor. Sango immediately jerked her hand away. "I wanna dance! Please Sango?"
"You're drunk already." Sango said, giving Kagome a warning look.
Kagome just giggled lightly, knowing it was true. She was feeling a little drunk, maybe a lot, but that was her plan, right? It had been a while since she'd actually had fun. Lately, she had been busy with her part-time job as a waitress at a café that wasn't far away from where she lived. She ignored the people who criticized her, telling her that she could do much better. The money wasn't much, but it wasn't bad, and she had to support herself somehow.
She didn't want her mother trying to support her since she was caught up in a lot of other things, and plus, she felt like she'd be using her. So she never asked anyone for anything, never. Except for Sango. When things got to be too much and she was too stressed out with work, Sango would let her stay with her for no longer than a week with her and Miroku.
She broke into a wide grin, causing Sango to roll her eyes. "I'm going to go dance."
She skipped away from Sango and Miroku until she reached the center of the dance floor, and then her hips were swinging seductively as she let the music take over her, it moving on its own accord. Her hands tangled in her hair and she closed her eyes, a smile on her face as her body swayed back and forth to the beat of the music. She was definitely getting attention, all eyes on her in surprise, wonder, some in jealousy. But it didn't matter, though. It was nice to feel this way.
Some men were already coming up to her, and Kagome made no move to stop any of them, letting their hands grasp her hips, looking at them suggestively , letting them touch her everywhere, their rough and calloused hands confidently roaming over her soft skin. But still, she enjoyed it. By now, she was far too drunk to even care, to really even notice anyone's face.
This was exactly where she wanted to be. She didn't care anymore.
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That was his plan for tonight, to get as drunk as possible. So after he texted Miroku back, being sure to tell him that he was on his way to the club, he grabbed his keys and left out of the door of his apartment.
As he drove, his golden pools full of anger, he gripped the steering wheel tightly, tapping one claw against it whenever he had to stop at a red light. Impatience, anger, rejection, anxiety, and maybe, just maybe slight depression. But either way, he didn't like the feelings.
Who wouldn't have been angry? Who wouldn't have been hurt?
He felt all of those things and so much more.
Three weeks. Three short fucking weeks, and it was already driving him crazy. She was. Everything she did drove him crazy, made him feel like she hated him when he was actually nowhere near hating her. He knew break-ups were hard, hell, being in a relationship was even harder, but he hadn't expected the pain to be this intense, for it to feel this real. It tore him up inside-out, and the more he thought, the more it drove him crazy.
He had even planned on proposing to her, starting a life with her, starting a family with her. He could scoff at himself now, but that didn't make things any better. Rejection. Something that he hadn't had the chance to experience many times before in his life. But feeling it now, he never wanted to experience anything like it or close to it ever again.
Was he not good enough?
It was a question he'd thought to himself a million times, ever since he was a child. Somehow, he felt as if he was never good enough. He had always been insecure about himself, being teased because of who he was, what he was.
He scoffed to himself, his grip on the steering wheel tightening even more. His lips were now twisted up into a snarl, and his face portrayed anger, but if anyone really knew him, they'd know that his eyes completely betrayed him.
Deep into those sunlit eyes he had swarmed anger, insecurity, sadness.
He didn't guess that he'd considered it breaking up just yet. He remembered her slow, painful words falling from her mouth as her eyes turned angry, looking into his with defiance. And now, he wished that he had never brought up such ideas with her. Ideas such as starting a family, getting married. He really had planned on it, but now he was angry and hurt and he just didn't know anymore.
He really did believe that he was in love, maybe even sure of it. He'd been dating Kikyo for nearly six years now, which was a huge change for him since he never stayed into a relationship for that long, never put in as much effort as he had did in this one. He had never believed in the shit…love. He thought it was stupid. He had seen the way his friends had acted after it had supposedly happened to them, and he couldn't stand it. Why he used to hate it was mostly because he didn't understand it, and it seemed to all be nonsense to him. How stupid was a person to fall in love? Pretty stupid, in his opinion. He hated how everyone acted as if things were amazing when they found love, how they acted as if nothing could ever go wrong again, how much they changed, how much care they put in to one person.
He understood all of it now. All of the hurt. He hated how he'd nearly given everything up for her.
Maybe he was overreacting. She didn't exactly say that it was over. He remembered her words clearly in his head, the emotion in her voice, the anger on her face and pain in her eyes. And it was all his fault for telling her that maybe he'd like to be with her forever, maybe marry her, maybe live his whole life with her, maybe make her the mother of his children.
He was so stupid for even thinking she cared.
Finally, he was nearing the club where he was supposed to see Miroku. He had almost began to turn the offer down, still so very upset over what had happened. But Miroku had insisted, and he gave up, hoping that maybe the alcohol or someone could take his mind off of Kikyo tonight.
He stopped the car and stepped out, taking the sunglasses that he'd been wearing off. His long, silver hair that reached all the way down past his back, almost stopping down at his hips, glistened in the sunlight, and he took a deep breath and began walking towards the nice looking place, trying to think of at least one reason to smile since his love life was giving him none at all.
He was dressed in a pair of faded baggy jeans, and a simple, white v-neck t-shirt. He had put on a bit of cologne when he left, but he hadn't made his appearance the best. Really, the only thing he was looking for was something to drink, something to make him forget.
He ignored the eyes of women upon him as he entered the club. He walked up to the bar, sure that his eyes looked hard and his face looked angry as hell. He didn't really care, though, as long as it kept people away from him. He looked around after he had his first shot of vodka, wincing from the taste of it. But that didn't stop him from ordering more drinks. He was determined to lose himself tonight.
He didn't even bother looking around for Sango or Miroku, although he'd promised to meet the two of them again since he had finally moved back to Japan, leaving Kikyo in America. He snarled, remembering everything.
They'd been arguing so much, and he didn't think he'd be able to handle it anymore. She'd told him that she needed space, needed to be alone for a while, so he'd left without any complaints, left with nothing but an angry heart. He growled, bringing the cup of vodka up to his lips again, downing the strong liquid in anger.
He chuckled, already feeling himself getting drunk. He stood up slowly and carefully, making his way to the corner of the dance floor. Males and females surrounded the dance floor, their bodies moving leisurely against the other, completely oblivious to their surroundings as the held their half-empty cups of beer in their hands while grinding against the other.
But someone caught his eye. He spotted a girl around his age dancing, most of all the attention centered on her. Males were grasping her hips, pushing her body hard against theirs. And for a reason that was unknown to him, he let out a growl.
But just as quickly as the males came, they left, and he continued to look at her, completely intrigued with the way her hips rolled and swayed to the beats that played, the way her head was tossed back and the way her eyes closed, showing her long, raven lashes. She was indeed beautiful. She was tall and thin, but not a stick as most women he had been with. She was definitely curvy, and her hips had some width to them, and he watched the way her body moved seductively as her raven hair fell back. And even though he had no fucking idea who she was, he fucking wanted her.
So he moved closer, his golden eyes watching her like she was his prey. He moved up behind her and let out a groan for some reason when his hands caught a hold of her hips. He buried his nose into her neck, and he was hit with her strong, sweet scent, already finding it addictive although he could definitely smell the alcohol on her that she had been drinking. He smirked, knowing they were both drunk.
Suddenly, he grabbed her hips roughly and spun her around so he could see her face, and then, his golden met her brown. He growled when her mouth fell open in surprise, but he was too drunk to care or tell if it was the good kind of surprise or bad. But then she let out a giggle before winking at him, and immediately began grinding her body against his, their hips touching. He heard himself growl out in pleasure at the contact, and his hands began exploring her sweaty body more.
Somehow, it seemed like he'd seen her face somewhere before, felt like he already knew her.
People around you should really have nothing to say,
Me, I'm just proud of the fact that you've done it your way.
But the weekend's here, started it right, even if I only get part of it right,
He groaned when felt her hips move against his harder, but he was in control. He looked down to their hips, his eyes catching sight of her cleavage. She ground her body against his harder and harder, his hands on her hips only encouraging her movements.
Live for today, plan for tomorrow, party tonight, party tonight,
Dying to meet your girlfriends that you said you might bring,
If they're the ones that tell you that you do the right thing.
His eyes wondered back up to her face again, and he knew, just knew that he'd seen her before. Her brown eyes were on his gold again, and suddenly she let out a giggle, wrapping her arms around his neck, and then she was serious again, getting to work once more, her body moving against his. He smiled down at her, knowing all of the attention they were causing.
Houston girls, love the way it goes down,
Atlanta girls, love the way it goes down,
Vegas girls, love the way it goes down.
She knew exactly what she was doing, but at the same time, she didn't. She relished in the feeling of his strong, hot hands running over her stomach, gripping her hips. Her hips continued to roll against his, and she heard him moan, and he put his forehead against hers. She looked into those golden eyes again, and she knew that she knew him, that he was someone from her past, but she was way too horny and drunk and lazy to care or at least try remembering him.
But I gotta say, oh baby, oh baby, why is this so familiar?
Just met, already, feel like I know the real her,
You must've done this before, this can't be your first time.
She didn't care anymore, and she felt her hips moved against his more and then she leaned in to kiss him. It was sloppy, but it held something, or at least it felt like it did. She didn't know, maybe it was because she was incredibly drunk or incredibly turned on by this familiar man, but either way, it felt good. Her tongue met his and she heard him growl and she moaned. She pulled away from him, panting, before smiling and tossing her head back again, still dancing on him as he buried his nose into her neck again.
We must've been here before, it's still fresh on my mind,
You got the shit that somebody would look for but won't find,
You must've done this before, this can't be your first time.
He pulled back to see that smirk on her face, her eyes shining. He growled, knowing that she knew how turned on he was. He gasped suddenly when she moved against him again. She had the nerve to grind up against his erection, and he watched her in interest as her pretty lips parted and she let out a moan of her own. There was definitely something.
They keep telling me don't save you,
If I ignore all that advice, then something isn't right, then who will I complain to?
But the weekend's here, started it right, even if you only get part of it right,
Live for today, plan for tomorrow, party tonight, party tonight.
She met his lips for another sloppy kiss, their tongue's dancing together as she continued to grid against him until he felt like he would cum in his pants. Panting, he pulled away, and there went that damn smile on her face again. He followed in astonishment as she grabbed his rough hand into her soft one, began leading him to somewhere, refusing to pay attention to the looks they were currently getting.
"C'mon," she whispered into his ear as if she was telling him a very important secret. "I don't live far from here. All it takes is about two minutes to get there, I promise." He felt himself shiver, and he looked at her with his eyes wide as if he had some sense knocked into him, but that definitely wasn't the case. He couldn't think straight at all, and before he knew it, she was pulling him behind her once more.
And she was right, it didn't take long at all. As soon as they were in her small, cramped apartment, she locked the door before lunging herself at him, her long, smooth legs wrapping around his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him with everything in her. He moaned at the feel of her completely, and he wanted her tonight and there was no way in hell that he wasn't going to have her.
It felt like he'd known her in the past, and the feeling was so strong that it was clouding up all of his senses even more than the alcohol was. But then again, he was strongly intoxicated, unbelievingly turned on, and he felt as if he didn't have control of his body anymore, but he felt like she did. Her legs wrapped around his waist tighter, her hot, wet tongue pushing against his. His hands cupped her ass, and he was desperately trying to keep balanced, but she was making it hard to with the way her hips continued to move against his, with the way she was fucking kissing him. God, she made him feel hot all over, and he was surprised that his legs hadn't gave out yet.
"Fuck," she moaned out when his hands squeezed her ass. She pushed into him more, licking her lips, her brown eyes lusty. "Do you want me to make you cum?" She asked him, her eyes wide. He could already tell that she wasn't innocent in anyway, but still, it kind of felt like it. She gave him a nice feeling, made him feel even more drunk than he already was.
"I just want to be inside of you," he panted out in her ear, causing her to moan. "Bedroom?"
"That door right there," she whispered, pointing to it as she brought her lips back against his, moaning at the feeling of him.
In an instant, he had her pinned against the bed, and she had that stupid smirk on her face again, her eyes glinting mischievously as she looked up at him. "I want to have you inside of me, right now." She demanded.
You got your guards up, I do too,
There's things we might discover,
But you got a past and I do too, we're perfect for each other.
He took her shirt off, his following after, and then growled when he couldn't get her bra off. She laughed and unclasped it herself, still feeling extremely drunk. Her breasts came into view, and instantly, he leaned down to capture her left one between his lips, causing her to moan and arch into him, her hands already gripping the sheets. He paid both of them attention, sucking and licking one, then switching to the other one.
She loved the attention that he was paying her body, and usually, she was so in control, so dominant when it came to her sex life, but this time, he was, and she couldn't fight with that, and she found herself actually enjoying it.
He smirked up at her, his lips moving down her body, kissing all of her skin, causing shivers to go down her back. She tried to keep silent, not be as loud, try to gain control back over her body, but the way he was loving it, she couldn't help herself.
She bit her lip when he removed her skinny jeans, then removed her lacy black panties with his teeth, letting out a growl. She looked down at him, biting her lip harder.
Houston girls, love the way it goes down,
Atlanta girls, love the way it goes down,
Vegas girls, love the way it goes down.
She let out an extremely loud cry as soon as his tongue touched her hot core. She wasn't able to stop herself from moaning, stop her hips from bucking up.
"You're so wet," he growled out, and then he began moving his tongue in and out of her, making her cry out again, louder. And he suddenly wished that she knew his name so she would be crying that out instead, but she didn't need to know everything. He was still drunk but not drunk enough to think of this as something more than sex.
"A-ah…please…please don't stop," she called out. He smirked and pushed a finger inside of her sex while licking her clit, making her back arch, her hips thrust up into his face. "M-more!" She cried out, and he pushed another finger inside of her tightness.
"Tight, too," He moaned out, feeling his cock already throbbing inside of his jeans, begging for release. He leaned forward, his tongue touching her again, making her hips buck up into him once more. He put pushed two fingers inside of her again, and she continued to buck towards him, her eyes closed and her pretty, pink mouth parted as the delicious moans spilled out of them. "Fuck," she cursed, bucking up more.
All it took was another thrust of his tongue and faster fingers, and then, she came all over his hands and mouth. He licked her honey off of his lips before bringing his fingers up to his mouth to taste her sweetness again.
Her gorgeous body was still shaking from her orgasm, so he took this as the opportunity to pull his jeans off, but not before pulling a condom out of his back pocket, rolling it down his length. He leaned down to kiss her, positioning himself at her entrance. He looked at her again, and that feeling came back to him, and he wanted to remember her so damn bad.
"What's your name?" he couldn't help himself.
"I'm Kagome," she panted out. "Are you going to put it in and fucking move, or what?"
Still, he couldn't remember her. But her name sounded very familiar, as was her face. But deciding that there were more important things to do than trying to remember who she was, he buried himself deep inside of her, him groaning and her letting out a cry, her legs wrapping around him tight. He smirked. He was sure as hell having fun.
But I gotta say, oh baby, oh baby, why is this so familiar?
Just met, already, feel like I know the real her.
You must've done this before, this can't be your first time,
We must've been here before, it's still fresh on my mind.
You got the shit that somebody would look for but won't find.
You must've done this before, this can't be your first time,
He was moving, and she was jerking her body up to meet every painfully slow thrust. He was causing her pleasure either way, but she didn't want him to hold back.
"I'm nowhere near a virgin and you're not hurting me. Think you could go a little faster?" she moaned out.
She heard him let out a chuckle. "I could definitely tell. Just wanted to see how," he leaned down, his tongue flicking against her earlobe, and she moaned, "impatient you are."
She gasped out when the slow pace gradually increased until the point where he was pounding inside of her, and she was enjoying every second of it. She wondered what his name was, who he was. Whoever, she was sure that she knew him from somewhere, and then she suddenly found herself wishing that she wasn't as drunk so she could at least get this part of her memory back. For some reason, she wanted to know him.
'Cause to her I'm just a rapper and soon she'll have met another,
So if tonight's an accident, tomorrow we'll recover,
And I know I'm not supposed to judge a book by it's cover,
I don't wanna be in the blind but sometimes I Stevie Wonder about her.
"Don't stop!" She called out, coming close to another orgasm. He continued to pound in and out of her, and soon, it became impossible to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me!" She growled out, and he did, moving faster inside of her.
"Fuck," he growled out. "Fucking hell!" He moaned out, feeling her walls become tighter around his cock.
And she with it if I'm with it and I'm with it,
I know what makes her smile, but I won't know what makes her different,
Or should I just be realistic? Lipstick on the glass,
See, I know this ain't your first, but it's better than the last.
He thrust inside of her hard, brushing against that special spot that she had within her. She screamed as she came, her body shaking once again from her second orgasm. He groaned and released his fluids into the condom, then pulled out of her, suddenly feeling extremely tired.
You must've done this before, this can't be your first time,
We must've been here before, it's still fresh on my mind,
You got the shit that somebody would look for but won't find,
You must've done this before, this can't be your first time.
Immediately, she fell asleep, their tired, sweaty bodies dampening the sheets to Kagome's bed. He looked at her, his head throbbing, wanting so badly to remember who she was. One thing for sure, though, he knew her. But finally, he gave up, letting sleep take over his whole body.
A/N: Yay, finally finished! Don't forget to tell me if you guys want more, and leave a comment and tell me how I did. C'mon, I need reviews if you want me to continue. So please, say if you liked it or not, cause if it completely sucked, then I'll just stop right here. But don't just alert or favorite, seriously tell me what you think, I really need to know.
Sorry, I know that Kagome is super OOC and pretty slutty, but she has to be for this story. It's not the 'real her', though, and Inuyasha will figure that out soon. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it! Just tell me if you think it's good enough to write more.