How Deep is Your Love
A/N: NSFW. InuKag smut. What happens when I listen to Calvin Harris idk. 580 words.
It was never rehearsed with a back-up plan in mind, and that was half the problem.
The other half was that this wasn't their bed.
Or their home.
Inuyasha had been asked to exterminate a demon some many miles away, near the coast, and his wife- whom had just about had enough of her stagnant home status, running her hands down her pale arms and thinking wistfully of the sun and sand- could not be stopped as she all but crammed herself onto his back, and demand he take her.
And they had only just gotten there that night; the Lord (Maru, Kagome thinks was the name he mumbled as he ushered them inside) not hesitating a moment before granting the married couple their accommodations for the stay. A single sheet, two pillows, and a change of clean robes for sleeping.
"How generous," Kagome murmurs softly before Inuyasha knocks them all to the ground.
It was safest (and most cordial!) to stay quiet.
"Try not to make any noise," he says in preamble.
But at the first swipe of his tongue, a whine drew out of her so distinct and loud that she knew it was all downhill from there- so to speak.
Except Kagome couldn't really speak, with Inuyasha's tongue mapping out sonnets between her legs. Exploring every fissure, from the delightful pressuring swirl at her entrance, to the merciless suction at her nub.
He knew all her twists and turns, including how the careful graze of his fang put her on edge, exercising that skill more than once and relishing in the sight of her body melting like spring snow into the futon. She shudders with a groan as the velvet texture of his ears glide and caress along the inside of her thighs, a flat reminder of the strength that rippled just under his skin (and what he doesn't know is that this does it more for her than the fangs ever could).
There was a time (when they had only begun discovering each other) that he didn't think he was capable of this, but he had come such a long way since then; it's almost absurd now to have assumed he was ever anything but destined for it.
I was born for her, a voice trills in reminder at the back of his mind as her toes curl into the bed.
Tilted lips and burning amber eyes watch her from his roost at the apex of her legs, and when she tugs at his hair like a creature possessed and flings her head against the stiff material beneath them, moaning like she was at the precipice of another life, all he can do is laugh. A sound so sweetly singular to Inuyasha that she keens when the climax tears from her, like a spirit transgressing the lines of reality to break free.
With shaky fingers and a heaving rib-cage she fumbles for the corded muscles at his shoulders, guiding him as he slinks up her body, and tasting herself on his lips.
She seeks out his tongue. She deepens the kiss. She lines him up and lets him sink inside, wrapping herself around him in every sense of the word. Pulls him further down, further in- with a satisfying squelch.
It's his turn to tremble and moan and gasp against the salt on her skin.
She tangles her fingers into the strands of hair on his head and arches up to meet her lips to the fur of his ears. Constricts the muscles around the rock-hard cock in her body.
And says, "Try not to make any noise."
A/N: I really like the word 'cock' ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sorry