Why can't I help it?...

Pearly incisors nibbled on plump lower lip in hopes of alleviating the heat in her belly as Botan followed the rippling muscle movements of Kurama's exposed torso. Her vivid amethysts clouded when it visually followed the beads of sweat that rolled along the smoothness of his skin and slithered around and in the crevices of the subtle definitions of his body, envisioning her fingers worshipping the planes of his flesh instead.

It has been a while since her low-key attraction had exponentially bloomed into a more amorous form of magnetism. Her once guiltless curiosity became a luscious fixation, evident on how her innocent mind conjures a great deal of sinful concupiscence especially when she's within close proximity with Kurama. She'd never been subjected to this kind of a rather pleasurable torment at all, having been under a slave driver of a boss. So, she doesn't really have the faintest on how to cope with her profane needs and silly feelings when the man of her dreams is literally a living Adonis of his time that had women and even some men from all kin, groveling at his feet or falling on their hands and knees with a snap of his whip. She is not certain how it came down to this though, Botan just knew that all of a sudden, her mind began to procure and started to be plagued by visions of the irresistible red-head and herself, the indecent imageries had her jerking awake with soaked undies from sleep or had her rubbing her thighs to ease the tension between her legs when awake.

Warm sea breeze further ignited her building desire just as Kurama drank from his refreshment while the guys took a break from their vigorous game of beach volleyball.

She ogled his bobbing Adam's Apple as he tilted his head back, manly lips kissing the rim while the fox demon drank greedily from his canteen, his long crimson hair tied in a low ponytail swaying enticingly with the briny wind. Her mouth went dry when Kurama poured the rest of the water over his head. The clear liquid cascaded from his crown, taming his renegade locks, and created teasing rivulets that ran along his torso before disappearing behind the waistband of his shorts. Breath catching in her throat when piercing forest greens flicked and met her lustful amethysts.

Crap!

"Woa - Botan-chan, What's gotten into you?" Shizuru sat up in alarm when the deity stood from her reclining seat, the abrupt movement caused the glasses of island punch to lightly jostle at their coasters on the portable beach table. The brunette raised a peculiar brow as she propped herself on her elbows, noticing the flush on her face and the beginnings of pink tinting her porcelain skin as well as the nervous fiddling on the straps of her white two-piece bikini. That could only mean one thing... She mused knowingly before setting her gaze in front, chuckling in amusement upon finding a highly coveted attention solely focused at the flustered deity.

"Uhmm...Ano...Eh heh. I'll uh - I'll get ice. I need to cool down because he's so - I mean, it's so hot. Yeah, ice. So...Hehe. I'll uh - go and uhmm...Right...Excuse me." Botan awkwardly cleared her throat to save what was left of her dignity before scurrying away without a backward glance at the molten core of her current predicament, blushing profusely at being caught red-handed.

Goodluck with those ice, B. Shizuru thought with a smirk while eyeing the back of a certain demon as he silently retreated to his step-father's private property as well.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Botan repeated like a broken mantra in her head while ambling towards the kitchen of the beach house. It wasn't the first time that she was caught staring. Actually, it happens quite a lot ever since she started harboring this sexual desire for Kurama. His expression was either amused or unreadable but thankfully never repulsive. Regardless, it wasn't far-fetched to think that he knew of her risqué aspiration and it is with a heavy heart for her to think that this attachment appears to be one-sided considering his passive reaction. A heavy sigh escaped her lips upon entering the kitchen, trudging towards the icemaker after retreiving an ice bucket from one of the cupboards. With the churning sound of the machine and the deafening thoughts in her head, she failed to hear the kitchen door sliding close and locking behind her.

Darkened pools of peridot, with the occasional flicker of murky gold, intently considered the vixen up front. Devouring the enticing image as the deity unwittingly bended forward to peer inside her ice bucket, her ample rear and the subtle slit in her bikini presented for his hungry eyes to feast on.

A naughty smirk graced his visage, the slant broadening when he remembered the way her eyes lingered on him in recurring and heightened frequency. No doubt, the powdered aphrodisiac plant that he made her ingest unknowingly from one of their reunions is finally taking its full effect. He'd been pining for her ever since they met. Her allure was like nothing else and he briefly wondered how his mind retained its sound state when thoughts of her, coupled by the wonderful and awful things that he longed to do with the clueless deity flooded his thoughts even amidst perilous battles. He tried to send subliminal messages of his desire in a form of lingering touches, heated gazes and sometimes crude jests that had her sputtering incredulously at the off-character remark. However, it was rather difficult to coax the deity into submission. She was too ingenuous to be seduced, leading him to rely on his last resort.

His eyes drifted to where her fingers were resting on her hips as she straightened up, the slender digits fumbling with the straps of her flimsy bikini. She's a fine seducer, even if unintentional. Her innocent little actions ignited the flames in his groin and he visibly shuddered when an ethereal vision of her in a state of sexual intoxication crossed his mind.

Oh, how I wish to rip that bikini off that supple body and rut with you until you forget everything but my name.

Botan took the bucket from the ice generator as soon as it was filled to the brim, flinching back when the metal pail stung with icy pricks against her palms, gasping in surprise when warm and noticeably larger hands enveloped her tender ones. The overfamiliar presence caused her to whirl around and bump against a solid chest.

"You should have just asked me to fetch you the ice." Kurama proffered with mild chiding, voice coming out in a deeper vocal register that sent pleasurable shivers down her spine. He proceeded to rub their hands together, pulling on their joined appendages to bring it closer to his lips, blowing a column of warm breath to ease the mild frost bite.

"I - I don't want to be a burden...uhm..." She stammered, blushing when he gave her a dazzling smile.

"What else do you need?" He politely implored, not justifying her chary of assistance as he slowly released her, reaching behind the deity to press the power button of the ice generator, concealing his triumphant smirk at the audible hitch in her breath while engulfing her in his naked warmth. His eyes became half-lidded with desire when nimble fingers clutched at his shoulders, he could almost imagine his fox ears twitching in delight at the melodious palpitations from her chest. With a little variation in his demon energy, he could assert dominion over her body, yet, the fox demon reckons that he need not to for he knew of her undying attraction towards him. Adding the fact that the plant alone can amplify her libidinous drive. He'll just have to make certain to be the only receiving end of her carnal desires. It will not be long now... Kurama thought blissfully when she allowed him to pull her closer, her breast flushed against his chest.

"Uhm...Just ice, is all." The deity mumbled breathlessly, enticed by his natural fragrance, plump lips hovering just a hair's breath away from the sensitive skin of his clavicle. She was lured like a bee towards a precious nectar as she attempted to place a tentative kiss on the prominence but her strive was thwarted when he pulled back, leaving her wanton as he leered down at her.

"I have been very patient. However..." Kurama drawled the statement before his face came down to nuzzle the side of her neck, half-growling beside her reddened ear after tasting the desire in her sweat. "...I can no longer control myself if you keep on giving out wordless innuendoes for me to take you."

"It's - I..."

An endearing whimper was stifled by her nervous nibble when his mouth gave a sharp suction at her pulse point. He lightly nipped on the tender flesh before his lips made its way towards the corner of her parted mouth. "You must know that I desire to bed you and make you mine but I will not do so unless you want me to, Botan." Kurama divulged with a grind of their hips, nails lengthening as she clung onto him, threatening to draw blood from her rounded hips, groaning when the scent of their mingling arousal rend the air. His lust mellowed when she met his ardent gape with loving ones. Purring when delicate arms draped around his neck with Botan standing on her tiptoes as he pulled her impossibly closer by the waist. She raised herself to meet him halfway while uttering the words that casted a sensuous spell on them as they indulge in the long overdue intimacy.

"I want you, Kurama. Please... Make me yours."

A rich chime of whistling resonated through the walls while Yusuke languidly traversed the empty hallway that leads to his designated bedroom. The continuous lively pipe chopping when he laughed by himself upon recalling a pitiful Kuwabara, sputtering a mouthful of sand after his failed attempt to kiss the lady koorime. He grew still as statue however, with the carefree merriment dying on his throat causing him to choke on his own spit as he stood rigidly by the entryway of his quarters, hands tightly gripping the door handle to keep the wooden panel and his sanity in place. His pupils dilated in realization upon perusing the particular bounce of the duvet followed by a series of pleasure-induced sounds. His bushy eyebrows twitched in annoyance when Kurama peered shortly over one taut shoulder just to send him an arrogant albeit dazed smirk, unfaltering in his powerful thrusts that elicited an arousing sets of mewls and moans from the deity beneath him. Yusuke chuckled at the relentless rutting, briefly minding the time when the fox demon disclosed his prurient intention amongst the former Spirit Detectives. It seems that the sly fox's plan worked all along.

"Next time, make sure you are in the right room before messing around, you guys."

The mazoku muttered with lackadaisical admonishment as he slammed the door shut before stomping away, shaking his head in mild amusement upon hearing a girlish giggle syncing with the deep chuckle of his smug friend.

"Yusuke?" Came his fiancée's soft call.

Just in time for him to deal with his raging hard-on.

A/N:

I am not entirely certain of the prompt, resorting for this story to be an installment of Trigger.

Was it cringe-worthy? I thought so. LoL. Not my forte, tbh. But I try...

Thank you for reading though!

Xoxo