Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

A/N: Thank you for your reviews! ^.^ This chapter shall now hold humor, a lemon, and…other things. XD This is also actually the first lemon I've ever written—so, if it turns out horrible, I apologize in advance. D: So, since it's my first lemon, it will either be very awkward or very serious, meaning no humor or too much humor. I do know it'll be very sensual, though, since all my fruits are. XD Thank you for reading my second two-shot and first lemon -shot, and I hope you'll enjoy Part II! :D

The Benefits of Tutoring

Two-Shot

Part II

Ever since her outburst, Kagome had been a wreck.

There was no denying Miroku was telling the truth, and Inuyasha was coming to her family shrine at this very moment while said family was attending Souta's girlfriend Hitomi's play. Despite her darkest desires possibly getting a chance to actually emerge, she was scared that her darkest desires might've emerged. And, yes, it was both a bad and good thing, really—because Inuyasha wasn't supposed to know of her visions including them, multiple places, and nakedness.

Oh, dear Buddha, please… Don't fuck me over, sideways, and back!

Yeah; she'd leave that to Inuyasha.

Groaning, Kagome looked down at her textbook again, letting out a monstrous sigh that could even make a tyrannosaurus rex jealous. After hitting herself in the head with her pencil a couple more times, the sexually frustrated nerd-without-glasses-and-braces-but-still-a-dull-a ppearance focused on her math homework, much to her own chagrin.

Then it happened.

It all began with a tap at her window.

And then a tap. And then another tap. Then tap, tap… Tap. Tap, tap, tap. Tap-tap-tap.

She was ignoring it, mistaking it for a pesky bird, when—

CRASHHHHH!

"HOLY FUCK!" Kagome shouted, turning around to see what the big ruckus was.

"Nice to see you, too, nerd."

And that was how she came face-to-face with a t-shirted, boxers-only Inuyasha. As she stared at him in shock and anger, he seemingly "realized" he'd just broken her window. "Whoops," he said innocently yet carelessly, offering the short explanation of "I ran out of pebbles." Then he held up the rock he'd just thrown, as if posing a supporting detail.

Kagome could only smack her forehead. Then her eyes finally took note of his, um, interesting choice of attire. She asked uncomfortably, "What…? Why are you…? Where'd you come from?"

"Keh, working out my guns for the ladies, of course," he replied, making her roll her eyes in total bother. "The lecher called and told me you needed tutoring after all, so I came over here right away." With the last comment, he threw in a cocky smirk that made Kagome fume.

She scoffed, trying to lessen her irritancy. "So," she began smoothly, raising an inquisitive eyebrow, "you ran all the way here…"

"Yeah," Inuyasha confirmed coolly, leaning against her wall like the stud he was. He seemed really confident about something, sporting his usual self-observed grin, and it annoyed her to no end.

"…without changing?" she finished, eyes sweeping over his attire once more before her forehead formed a frown. As much as she enjoyed his lack of clothing—every horny teenage girl would drool at the sight of Inuyasha even without a hat on—Kagome had to confess that she didn't expect him to look…like that.

Like some hanyou-Kami out of the sky, if it were possible.

With those muscled limbs—whose cuts from the broken glass of her window were healing already—that perfect complexion, those enticing lips, the two adorable dog ears atop of his irresistibly silky silver mane, and the pair of seducing, melting golden irises on his perfectly angelic face…

Kagome really could die and go to the hamster wheel in the sky, just like any other fangirl with fantasies.

However, the lack of pants was still very awkward.

Not to mention, she just got wet by looking at his face.

FML.

Finally, Inuyasha's grin wavered. He nodded and said, "Affirmative."

"Idiot," she mumbled, looking away quickly, though she could still feel his powerful gaze tickling her spine. Well, she thought huffily, this is beyond uncomfortable. Without another word to him because she knew there really was nothing to say, Kagome turned back to her math assignment for tonight. Instead of adding the numbers and letters—who adds letters in math; a dumbass or child prodigy full of himself?—she stared blankly at the page, her mind elsewhere…

Or, more specifically, it was still in her room, but over the bed and under very, very different circumstances.

Kagome slapped her forehead again. At the simple thought of math, her mind always drifted to him, her senses tingling for even the slightest of proximity. Honestly, she looked more at the back of his head and sculpted torso than she did the oh-so-important blackboard, taking notes on his appearance rather than the lesson. Maybe that was why she never paid attention in class…

Maybe Inuyasha was the reason she was failing!

She turned in her computer chair to give him a piece of her mind, only to find herself an inch away from his amber orbs, his fresh breath exhaling from his mouth and caressing her face. He smirked upon noticing the sudden shade of red her face took, and Kagome was too mortified to do anything but sit in her chair and listen. Her heart sped up unwillingly, and for a moment, her only thoughts were:

SHUT UP, HEART! STOP BEATING!

And it was never a good sign when you were telling yourself to die. Never.

"Substitute the y equation and plug it into the x one—you know, where the y is—before subtracting 6x from 34x and adding the two other common multiples together."

Kagome blinked, staring back into his eyes, confused. That was Inuyasha's voice all right, and it matched his breathing patterns whipping onto her face, but those weren't Inuyasha's words. "Eh…" She blinked again before chuckling gawkily. "I'm sorry, but I only speak Japanese and English; no gibberish."

Inuyasha sighed, her heart speeding up from him being just a few inches away… "I'm teaching you, ya fucking nerd." Pulling himself away from her, Inuyasha grabbed her chair and swiveled it toward the textbook before pointing a clawed finger at the first problem. "I'm telling you how to solve the fucking equation."

Kagome at first gaped in shock. Inuyasha was actually, really, truly, honest-to-the-gods going to tutor her? For some reason, this came across as a shock and relief—not to mention disappointment. Covering her displeasure from the fact that they couldn't fool around—damn her and her Miroku-like mind!—Kagome murmured, "Okay," and followed his directions on how to work out each problem.

It took much work and concentration to complete it, and not for her usual reasons—well, kind of. Because she had trouble focusing due to him. Kagome was on the edge of insanity with Inuyasha right behind her, his head next to hers, his breath hitting the left side of her body: neck, shoulder, ear, forehead, and cheek, everything was only one inch away from him, and yet he only spoke, telling her how to complete everything while also teaching her the techniques. She couldn't turn her head; if she did, her lips might've rammed into his, and fireworks would've made the house explode. Half of her wished for the tutoring to be over and for him to go home while the other half practically screamed, "FUCK ME RIGHT NOW, DOG-BOY!" The entire time, her heart raced, her nerves jumped, and her body temperature increased while heat pooled between her legs. WHY? she wanted to scream to Kami as Inuyasha's breath panted against the crook of her neck. WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME LIKE THIS?

She wanted to move, cause any movement of some kind to vent out her frustrations. She wasn't much of a masturbator, but anything would be better than this purely cruel torment. She and Inuyasha were finishing the last problem on her assignment when Kagome's urge to fidget became completely unbearable. Finally, she shifted around in her seat, hoping Inuyasha didn't see how damp her underwear was underneath her green school skirt.

Unfortunately, things never did go her way.

"Kagome," he murmured, and she stiffened at hearing her name on his tongue for the first time, "are you getting distracted from your work?" She sputtered, and even without turning her head, she knew that damn smirk was on his face again. Flushing red, she avoided his gaze, shakily writing the answer to the problem—or at least what she thought was correct. Her mind was too fogged, cloudy with lust to be conscious of anything other than the fantastical being behind her, breathing on her nape.

"Seems so," he went on, voice sultry and smooth and suffocating her common sense. "But you know—" She resisted the urge to gasp when she felt a claw lightly dance against her back, swiftly pulling her hair away from one side of her neck and sending multiple shivers down her spine. Sadly, her reaction to his touch was noticeable and only made his cocky smirk grow tenfold. "—my tutoring sessions aren't free."

"Uh, r-really?" Kagome stuttered, her voice coming out weak and breathless. She adjusted herself in her seat in order to move away from him, but accidentally brushed her cheek against his instead.

Her heart stopped.

He did somewhat of a throaty groan. "Always free," he whispered, "but you, no. You gotta pay. You sure you can handle that?"

Twitching a little at how her nerves jumped, her skin crawling with the tickling sensation of his closeness, Kagome struggled for an answer. "I— I, um, I'm not, uh—"

"Ten years," he moaned into her neck, and she jumped at the touch. "I've waited ten fucking years…" It was just his nose against the spot where her neck sloped; nothing too serious. "I've smelt it, watched you as it happened—" His voice dropped to a whimper of indescribable want. "Fuck, I practically felt your goddamned arousal whenever I was around, and I can't ignore it anymore…" This isn't anything big; don't freak out over it, she told herself, and yet, from just these simple gestures, she was stimulated, alive, an electric wire snapped from the wall and gone wild.

She moaned back, "I can't ignore you." Then, eyes widening, she mentally rewound the tape and replayed the exchange.

OH, SHIT.

The one comment was enough to make Inuyasha growl, snapping her chair to face him. Her chest was about to burst, she could've sworn it would, and his honey pools stared down at her, hazed with desire, of utter need—need of her. Then his lips crashed down onto hers, the connection instantly explosive, a mixture of heat and humidity neither could shun as their hormones dominated any non-sexual thought they had left. It wasn't Kagome's first kiss, but hot damn, it felt as if it were that and everything else as the two of them fought with their lips, dancing in synchronization while the same time being random and desperate with each movement.

His hands were squeezing the life out of her armrests while hers lied on her lap, but twitched with anticipation. Though every inch of their faces were touching, their bodies had an invisible barrier set between them—one Kagome would not stand for. Boldly, she grasped the front of his t-shirt, pulling him down closer to her, though his arms' strength and the chair restricted any further movement. Grunting out of chaste frustration, the girl shook him lightly, begging him to move somewhere else.

Catching her silent message, Inuyasha released his tight grip on the chair, trading it for the feel of her bottom against his palms as he lifted her into the air and closer to his warmth, foundation, and heartbeat. Kagome moaned, and instantly, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in-between her soft lips, feeling himself both freeze and melt at the feel. His muscles were ready to make every part of him meet every part of her, his lower half hardening in keenness. Due to his thin boxers, as she hooked her legs around his waist effortlessly, him still standing in the air, his erection could feel her moistened core, and twitched as he imagined for the millionth time what it'd be like to be inside of her.

Kagome smelled of fruits whenever she was wet; the wondrous scent abused him in every class they had, her attraction to him obvious, but even he, Taisho Inuyasha, didn't gain the nerve to take their hate relationship this far since she obviously wasn't emotionally fond of him. But today, it was different—now, she had no choice but to want him.

In all honesty, he hadn't come to realize how much Kagome wanted all of him since long ago.

Somehow, Inuyasha had managed to stumble back many paces, knocking a few of her pictures and accomplishments off their shelves and walls as he rammed into them. Kagome's tongue glided furiously across his, her taste so sweet and juicy that his hands massaged her bottom eagerly, receiving a moan in return. Kagome removed one hand from his shirt, fisting it in his hair and pulling hard before grinding into his arousal.

"Ughhhhhh," came his guttural reply as he distanced himself from the wall and allowed them to fall onto her mattress, him leading on the dominator in this game as their lips broke contact. He looked down at her breathing form, the way she looked up to him with those stormy-glassed eyes and bit her lip cutely. He hardened even more, a soft growl rising in his chest. "You're mine, bitch," he said simply, grabbing one edge of her necktie before tugging it, effectively ripping the shirt open to reveal her true form.

Whereas Inuyasha admired her in contentment, Kagome was too overcome with the feelings he gave her to notice how her fingers trailed down his arms to his hands, sliding them across her bare stomach and to her padded chest. Jolts of voltage made butterflies break from their cocoons within her belly, and as he unclipped her bra and she was exposed, her heart soared by the way he instantly held her gently, squeezing, rubbing, and tracing her chests' outlines before his head lowered, kissed her lips chastely, and then moved to her chin, jaw, neck, and collar bone before making his way to her breasts.

Her hips swung towards him and her back arched as his rough yet wet lips enclosed around one of its peaks, his hand playing with the other. She panted indignant things, though her sounds of pleasure did not go unnoticed. He suckled and nipped at it, the other erect peak being taunted with two fingers and flicked around carelessly, making her squirm, trying to quench her unbelievable urge for release as her fingers twitched to entertain herself from the immense waves of ecstasy he gave her. But she waited until she heard a faint pop and his eyes met hers again before moving from her chest to her belly button, kissing and occasionally licking her flawless skin before meeting the meddling skirt. Annoyed with all her clothing, he roughly grabbed one leg, sliding both skirt and underwear off her at once before tossing the ruined shirt and bra with them to her computer desk. Her breath caught at how suddenly she was exposed to him, and as the blood rushed to his loins, Inuyasha really wanted her—no, he fucking needed her now, as in before he exploded all over the gods-damned bed. But he'd stall as long as he could, just to get more out of her.

Kagome's breathing was running haywire, half of her not inhaling enough air while her heart still sped and slowed uncontrollably. She already felt tired, but her sex said otherwise—that it wasn't over yet. Nervously yet rapidly, her fingers gripped the bottom of Inuyasha's t-shirt, her knuckles grazing over his abs and ribs as she pulled it upward, then running over his chest and collarbone as she removed it from him entirely, exposing his upper half and making his long, glossy mane fall around him like an imaginary sheen of sliver.

With sudden mustered force, she grabbed his shoulders fiercely, pulling him down to her to meet in an abraded kiss. As their lips collided and tongues soared madly, Inuyasha grunted into her mouth, receiving a whimper in return as his fingers trailed down her stomach, meeting her moistened curls and making her breath hitch. So this is her weak spot, he thought slyly with a smirk. "You're so wet, Kagome," he whispered, and she wheezed as his claws merely hovered over her sex, but never actually touching it with his skin. "I think I'll enter you too easily if we don't roughen you up a bit."

"Rough—" She didn't finish the thought as one finger shoved its way inside of her and her hips automatically convulsed from the constricting sensation it gave her. His finger did small strokes, gentle thrusts, as if teasing her slowly. She cried lowly, biting down on her lip as her hips jerked to meet his hand. Deciding enough was enough, Inuyasha removed his finger and quickly shrugged out of his boxers, staring down at her form with sexual hunger, and when he finally decided she was ready, Inuyasha put on another wicked grin. He gripped her thighs, his claws lazily caressing them and her tenderness before pushing them towards her pillows, which her upper half used as support when he set her calves on his shoulders, her entrance now right in front of him as she suspended in midair. He took once glance at her, seeing her gray eyes shine with an unknown trust and now familiar yearning, and she met his gaze as well, taking in how the little suns narrowed in an animalistic manner and he bared his still small fangs ever so slightly.

And then, without any verbal warning, he thrust into her, and both cried out—Kagome from the pain of her cherry being popped, and Inuyasha from feeling her tight walls clamp around his manhood, encouraging him to loosen her up and make her cum for him over and over again. Kagome let some tears escape her eyes as Inuyasha remained still, only moving to kiss said tears away, and allowed her to become adjusted to the feeling of him inside of her. Once her pained whines died down, he steadily and slowly moved within her, plunging soothingly but not at all unnoticeably. Amazed at the feeling of him being inside of her, of the warmth and security such a thing could provide, Kagome cooed, a sign for him to pick up the pace. Eagerly, he increased the tempo, his knees sinking into and popping out of the softness of her bed as he thrust himself inside of her, tossing his head back and letting out groans, moans, whimpers, and cries that she matched with just as much bliss. He knew how to hit the right spots, and she was the perfect size to please him; both were achieving nirvana, Kagome's hands in his hair, digging into his scalp, scratching at his back, to which he gained some great masochistic joy as his claws dug somewhat into her hips, drawing little blood as she whispered his name through her noises of contentment.

It didn't take long for both to reach their climaxes, Kagome letting out a strengthening and astounding scream of his name while Inuyasha roared hers as well. Kagome felt something coat the inside of her, recognizing it as his seed, whereas her hips buckled and went into numerous spasms as she soaked his shaft with her juices. Panting from all the noises they made and what greatness they just experienced, they tried to catch their breaths. Kagome could've been laid a thousand times before and said honestly that nothing gave her more pleasure than Inuyasha, and since Inuyasha had pretty much been laid several times before, he could say vice versa and be telling the truth. Muscles weak, he collapsed on her, not removing himself even as they fell back onto the bed, their skin slapping and yet still sending that stupid tickling sensation through both of their nervous systems. As he buried his face into her pillow, still gasping, he muttered, "Holy fucking gods."

Kagome laughed before inwardly coughing, reminding herself she couldn't really breathe right now. "Yeah," she agreed lightly, fingers skimming through his hair. She was right; it was undeniably silky and felt amazing to touch. However… She turned pale, remembering his words from earlier. Ten years… Inuyasha had liked her ever since they met? She blinked somewhat, turning to his tired form, which then looked up at her and smirked. Ten years…, she thought again, a smile breaking out onto her face. She asked suddenly, "So, you're taking me on a date, right?"

Inuyasha's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his brain still fuzzy from sex. "What…?" he mumbled dumbly.

She smiled wider. "Well, you've fertilized the egg," she said, not realizing how bad of an analogy this would be. "Now, you've got to cook it."

Kagome believed it was completely hilarious to see his eyes broaden before rolling to back of his head as he fainted on her. Obviously, he fell for it, not using his demonic instincts to check if she really was in heat or not—which she wasn't.

Sucks for him, the goddamned player, she thought with a smirk of her own.

She sighed, though. He was pretty good in bed… Then, spotting him asleep on her shoulder, she wrapped her arms around him, checked the time, and let her head snuggle into his. I don't know what this makes Inuyasha and me—horny teens who needed a release or something more—but one thing's for sure. Staring down at his form one last time, she closed her eyes, pulled the blankets over them, and relaxed, forgetting about the bloodstain on her bed sheets her mother would undoubtedly question later on. With one last thought, she drifted into a quick slumber.

After this, if he still wants me as much as I want him, we'll make every fantasy of ours come true.

And he better fucking want her back, dammit.

A/N: Aww, such a strange, cheesy ending! ^.^ (… o.o) I hope you liked it, and I didn't do too horrible! ;P And don't be afraid to review and tell me what you thought, because I love hearing your musings, whether they be good or bad! IF YOU THINK THIS WAS GREAT OR DOWNRIGHT HORRIBLE (or really anywhere in-between), TELL ME! ^.^

A/N (2013): *currently cannot speak; is too busy laughing over the "soaked his shaft with her juices" sentence*