The Inuyasha Way

A/N: I can finally post for smut nights! I'm so sorry I wasn't expecting to be gone so long this weekend. inuyasha-smut-nights NSFW


Inuyasha doesn't want children, and he has said that from the start whenever the topic at hand was mentioned.

But Kagome's been watching the way he looks at her when she's got her arms full of fussing baby. She's been watching the tender, almost childlike wonder in Inuyasha's eyes every time he stares just long enough for her to catch him. It's Miroku and Sango's newest little girl that does it this time, whom is wrapped entirely around everyone's finger.

And although everyone knows Inuyasha is no stranger to holding babies, he only ever does it recently if Kagome's arms aren't readily available.

When they go home one particular evening, he's on her like sunlight on the water, and she's melting through him as he's seeping into her.

She gets up sluggishly with a tiny groan afterwards, and moves to steep her contraceptive herb tea; wild carrot and blue root. She doesn't particularly love the taste, but the smell is calming enough and she knows how important it is to abide by Inuyasha's wishes to not be a parent.

Inuyasha knows very well what she does and why she does it, but he pulls her back down and buries his nose in the crook of her neck anyway, tying her to him like a boat to a pier with his limbs. She sees him peek open an eye to watch as she calculates what he's offering.

She pauses, letting the question he isn't asking sink in.

She has wanted a baby for a while now, and it seems like Inuyasha might finally want to give her one.

But of course, Inuyasha has to go about it in the most Inuyasha way possible. He can't just find the words to tell her, or trusts himself to speak them, so he gives her the reins, lets her steer the vessel as he follows, hoping she can understand the things he's not saying.

So she's with him again a few days later, after a playful encounter in the river, and a clash of mouths on the bank. They're all alone and so very much in love, wrapped in their cold nakedness.

And she feels him, the smooth swell of his cock bare and weeping, just kissing her entrance, hovering over her with a type hesitation that she feels from the base of her spine to the tingle of her lips; his sweeping amber gaze turning her skin to goose-flesh.

He looks down at her and Kagome reaches up to bunch her fingers into his damp silver hair. Inuyasha leans down to kiss her in response, but he finds the words to speak instead.

"Have a baby with me," he murmurs against her lips.

The word ok falls out of her like a pent up breath- a breath she had been holding for so long, under a cloak of warm still water- and she's not even entirely sure she says it. But she feels it burst from her heart, a cry of relief and joy and sweet sweet requiem.

She blinks away the collection of tears at the corner of her eyes, flips him over with a burst of passion that shines out of her, straddles his hips and sinks down on him, slow and delicious and raw.

She watches as he yelps sharply, and lets his head fall down on the bed of wet grass under him, snapping and gyrating her hips to find the rhythm that soon has them both panting for breath, moaning in synchrony.

Kagome hoists herself with both hands at the apex of his chest, and he reaches up to gather them in his large ones to steady her as he drives her to completion; the give and pull suction of his cock pulsing into her matching the sound of the grass as they move over it.

Her back arches in a graceful bow, and he empties inside her as her breath catches. Every muscle in her body clenches, and she trembles as she digs her nails into the skin of his chest, just enough not puncture but enough to make him hiss.

He holds her as she floats back down onto him, his fingers trailing the line of her back and combing into her hair. His mouth is on her neck, tasting all the sweat and river and sunshine.

In one fluid motion, he's no longer inside of her and she murmurs softly at the loss, feeling the telling dribble of moisture stick to her thighs.

She can't possibly know, there's no real way yet- but somehow she just does.

She knows they did it.

Once they trade the afterglow for quiet cuddling and soft touches, she finds the strength to press up onto her knees over him and places a small hand on the flat muscle of her abdomen. She imagines something tiny growing there.

Inuyasha's hand slides to join hers, covering it; hot and large and strong.

Knowing what she knows that she can't possibly know.

Protective, in his Inuyasha way.

He stays quiet though, as Inuyasha does best in these emotional situations. But she sees the tilt of his lips, and it's enough. It's always enough.

And when their eyes finally meet, they laugh in delirious delight and Inuyasha wraps his solid arms around her, rolling them back into the bed of grass to do it again.