Eight: Sexy Teacher Caught on Camera
Everything looked different to Kagome the next day. It was like she had stepped into the second half of an antidepressant commercial. The sun was shining just like it did most days, the only difference being that this time she noticed it. And the singing of the birds was a beautiful soundtrack to her morning rather than being something that annoyed her and made her turn the TV up.
"Morning," Hojo greeted as Kagome fluttered around the kitchen. "Whatcha making?"
"Nutella and banana smoothie!"
"But like, what are you making for my breakfast? You know I hate fruit."
"Oh, I'm kind of in a rush this morning. Took too long getting ready and now I only have time for this, sorry! Maybe you can grab a burrito or something on the way to work."
Hojo was looking at her like she was as different a person as she felt. She had put extra effort into her routine today so she was running a little late like she had said, yet not enough that she didn't have time to make him a quick omelet or something. But today she didn't feel like serving anyone other than herself.
"You look nice," her husband observed. "You wanna get lunch today?"
That was different. They hadn't had lunch together since they moved. "I won't have much time, so I can't come over to your office. Maybe another day?"
"Nah, that's alright. I can go to you. How does Italian sound?"
It sounded awful. Whatever change had taken place in her last night and carried over into today had made her reluctant to be around the man she'd married. Hojo just seemed so drab and worn out and old. Did she look like that? It was just sad. Great, now she felt guilty.
Kagome tried not to sound as opposite-of-thrilled as she felt. "Sure! Does eleven-thirty work?"
"I can move some things around." Hojo limped over to her and kissed her cheek. "Have a good day. See you in a bit."
Fighting the urge to wipe her cheek, Kagome hid her grimace by taking a big gulp of her smoothie. The ride to school was spent regretting her lunch date. Why hadn't she just made something up and said she needed to grade papers or keep someone in detention or something? And this was going to cut into her Inuyasha confrontation big time.
The way they had ended things the night before had woven negativity even into her dreams and continued to tear her up inside the entire ride to work. Kagome was distressed. She didn't want to bring any more harm to the boy who was supposed to be under her care, but when was the last time she'd had something just for herself? And she wanted to see him. More than anything, she wanted to see him.
But now she had to go to lunch with boring old Hojo and pretend the clam spaghetti he always ordered wasn't absolutely disgusting.
When she arrived at her classroom, everyone was there except for the one she wanted to see.
"Where's Inuyasha?" It shouldn't have come out of her mouth at all, let alone be the first thing she said and in such a panicked tone of voice, but it was.
"…He isn't feeling well," Kikyo said, the words directed at her desk.
"Ugh!" Kagome slammed her stack of graded homework down on her desk with a sound of frustration. "Tell him to hurry up and get better or he'll be in big trouble. I mean it this time. Not detention, but I bet I could arrange for litter pick-up at a park."
Her students murmured amongst one another, confused and dismayed. She knew they had never been punished before, not really. But she was willing to do what their parents and nannies and previous teachers weren't.
The day dragged after that. Without stolen glances and not quite accidental touches with her problem student, she was bored. No one else acted up while he was away. They barely even participated. It was like the soul of the room, what animated their group, had been taken away. Kagome ended up letting them head to lunch early while she remained alone in the classroom, too angrily bored to pretend to be happy around her friends. Nearly drowsing, she began to make adjustments for the next week's lessons according to the pace at which they were learning today.
Something hit the window and she jumped in her seat.
"What the—Inuyasha!?"
Kagome tried to keep looking angry when in reality the sight of him in a plain white t-shirt and jeans twisted her insides in a way that had her fighting an urge to pull him through the window by the collar and fuck him right then and there.
Her student mimed for her to open the window and she figured she should before he broke it.
"Why aren't you in school?" she asked, relieved when she sounded appropriately pissed off. And she was. Some part of her took his absence personally. Maybe even most of her.
"You don't want me, what's the point?"
"Stop being dramatic and get in here," she said, opening the window a little wider mostly just so their hands would brush on his leap inside. "Why aren't you in uniform?"
Inuyasha crossed his arms and glared at her. "'Cause I'm not coming in today."
She stared at him to emphasize that he was, in fact, already in. "…Oookay. Well, why are you here?"
"Someone said that you wanted to see me."
Kagome snorted and turned around, rearranging her already arranged papers. "I said no such thing."
"Didn't you ask about me when you saw I wasn't here?"
"Yeah. I'm a teacher, I take attendance."
She could practically hear him deflating. "…I guess all I have to say is thanks for the show, then."
"Show?" she turned around, not liking the sly smirk in his voice.
Inuyasha neared her, coming at her slow and predatory. Without realizing it, she held her breath as he backed her up against her desk. This was it. The start of her fantasy.
"I was thinking," he said in what was almost a purr, "of pitching Hiten a new idea. 'Kamiko at Home'. Just you doing what you were going to do anyway, only this time you'll know you have an audience."
Kagome grabbed ahold of his collar and twisted, yanking him down with barely restrained fury until they were eye-to-eye.
"I'm taking Hojo's golf clubs to that camera as soon as I get home. If you don't tell me where the others are, I'll do the same to you."
He looked at her with amusement, not at all threatened. "Just one more in the bedroom, but there wasn't anything going on there anyway so I don't mind giving that feed up."
"You're disgusting." Briefly, she wondered if the fact that Inuyasha knew Hojo didn't want her had made him bolder. Then she remembered who she was considering and figured nothing would have stopped him. "Get out, I've got a lunch date."
"You're buying me lunch?"
"My husband is taking me out." Kagome grabbed her purse and flipped open her compact while she applied a fresh coat of lipstick.
"Or you could ditch him and play hooky with me."
"Yeah, no."
Turning to leave, she was stopped in her tracks by Inuyasha putting his arms around her waist. His chin was on her shoulder and she could feel his lips against her cheek.
"Please?"
Inuyasha never used that word. At least not sincerely. But he sounded genuine, his voice small and holding a distinct tone of desperation. Unlike her lunch date, he wanted her. Badly enough to keep trying even when she pushed him away. What would it be like? Kagome didn't think he would want her for long, at least not after a week or two of having his curiosity satisfied. And gods, would it be satisfying… But would it be worth it?
"Hojo's waiting for me," she said, unhooking his arms and walking away without another look back.
Hojo had texted her the address and it was close enough for her to walk. When Kagome saw how obviously expensive the place was, she almost didn't go in. They couldn't afford something like this yet. Not when all their money needed to go to paying for their future family.
The fact that she was constantly thinking about fucking one of her students and thereby destroying her marriage made her feel queasy. Yes, a baby. She needed to remember what it was all for. Maybe Hojo could use some reminding too.
"Kagome, you look fantastic! Did you just now arrive?"
The voice sent chills down her spine. "Mr. Naraku," she said frostily.
He smiled at her and opened the door, completely oblivious to her mood. "Hojo's already inside. They took him right to my table, and I volunteered to keep an eye out for you."
All she wanted was to murder the man she had witnessed raping his own stepdaughter. As a mandated reporter, she should have at least brought it to the attention of the appropriate authorities. But as a woman who had been exploited herself, who some would say had exploited herself, she in a way understood Kikyo.
Kikyo had just turned eighteen. In a few months, she would be going away to college. Rather than experience an incredible amount of upheaval and exposure, she was choosing to just wait it out until she had her freedom. Kagome didn't know Kikyo well, but she had noted how quiet the girl was and that had tipped her off immediately to something being wrong. She didn't want to chance setting Kikyo off and having her do something to harm herself. Still, it felt so disgustingly, shamefully wrong to keep letting the man walk free and unharmed.
Their table was in a corner and Naraku pulled out a chair for her, his hands on her shoulders as she seated herself. It reminded her too much of various teachers, professors, and coaches throughout her life and she was disgusted all over again. Hojo was seated next to her and he returned her glare with a pleading look.
"He's paying," he whispered to her as their company seated himself.
Like that was any kind of answer to or excuse for the bastard's presence.
"I'm so glad you were able to join us today, Kagome. I've been bothering Akitoki about it since he started. This is our favorite place, you'll love it, it's fabulous."
The waiter arrived and Naraku ordered wine for them while she tried to process the fact that her husband had been having lunch so close to her and had never once told her about it.
"Kagome usually stays at her school the whole day. She's very dedicated."
"Yes, my daughter talks about you a lot. It makes me feel like we're friends already."
Kagome offered a thin-lipped smile and took advantage of her wine, sipping it to avoid having to answer.
Once it became clear that she was only going to respond in single words, if that, the two men had a conversation amongst themselves. It was boring, a bunch of legal jargon and gossip about people she didn't know. Naraku kept brushing against her as he gesticulated, which to anyone else would look unintentional, but she knew by the way his foot nudged her under the table was anything but.
Too unsettled to eat, Kagome just pushed the food around on her plate and wondered when the last time was that Hojo had looked at her the way he looked at his rapist boss.
"I better get back to Sengoku," Kagome said, grabbing her bag and getting to her feet.
"Okay," Hojo said distractedly as he worked on his clam spaghetti with the congealing cream sauce, as predictable as it was gross.
"Stay a little longer." Naraku grabbed her wrist, his voice firmer than was comfortable. "Have another bottle of wine with us."
She pulled away, wanting to slap him. "No. Enjoy yourselves."
"I'll see you out," Hojo said.
Kagome smiled at him genuinely, beyond grateful. She had been worried that Naraku would offer, and from the annoyed look on his face she had been correct. Her gait slowed to match his speed and they made their way to the door with her fighting the urge to check over her shoulder and make sure they weren't being followed.
Finally, they were out.
"Really, Hojo, thank—"
"What the fuck was that in there!?"
"I know, right? He's just so—"
"Not with Onigumo, with you. Gods, you were being such a bitch. It was humiliating!"
Her mouth dropped. "Are you serious?"
"What's your problem with him? He went out of his way to be nice to you and you didn't even look at him."
"Because he wants to fuck me, Hojo! And that makes me uncomfortable and you didn't do a fucking thing about it."
He laughed. "Is that all? Really? Kagome, that's such a stupid thing to be upset about. So what? Men haven't wanted to fuck you before? It's not going to hurt you if you just flirt with him a little. Come on, I know you can do at least that much. It's for my career."
Tears rose up and her hands were shaking. People were passing them on the street and giving them odd looks. She didn't want to fight in public and she definitely didn't want to cry in front of who he had become.
"So that's how it is now? You're not my husband anymore, you're my pimp?"
Hojo rolled his eyes and ground his cane into the sidewalk in frustration. "And here we go with the dramatics. You know how much a promotion would help our marriage. If we didn't need to worry about money, then you could quit your job and we could work on us."
"More money isn't going to magically fix the fact that you haven't touched me in two years, Hojo."
"Well, whose fault is it that we haven't been intimate? You need to take a look at yourself."
"What the fuck do you mean? I'm the only one trying! You just push me away and it gets worse every day."
"Looks like we can add not listening to your list of flaws," Hojo said. The way he looked at her was odd in a way she couldn't put her finger on. It had never been like this before. It was like he was seeing someone else. "I meant take a look at yourself. Literally. You need to lay off the sweets and actually use that fucking exercise bike you spent so much money on. Fucking you is a chore. You think your big tits are all you need to bring to the table and so I'm stuck doing all the work. We're not teenagers anymore, Kagome. You need to grow the fuck up."
She stared at him, completely speechless. The tears were frozen on her face and her mind was blank. There was nothing she could think or feel other than an overwhelming shame and self-disgust. Kagome had always struggled with inhabiting her own skin and now the feeling of wanting to escape her body was more acute than ever before.
"I'm going back to lunch. You better get back to what I'm sure is your very difficult job," he said sarcastically, adding one last jab.
Kagome was paralyzed, rooted to the spot. It wasn't until one of the people passing by asked her if she was okay, sounding more annoyed by the obligation than concerned, that she found the ability to move. With shaky steps, she began to walk, not noticing she was going the wrong way until she was at the end of the block.
"C'mere."
Before she could even consciously identify the owner of the voice, she was wrapped in his arms. Eyes blinded by tears, she didn't need to get a look at him to know it was exactly who she wanted it to be.
"Inuyasha," she sobbed, at once grateful and mournful. "I—He—Inuyasha!"
He just held her. When she dropped her purse and put her arms around him, he continued to hold her. He was silent and strong and so warm, too much like everything she needed at that exact moment. Kagome didn't even care to question why he was right there at such an opportune time. It wasn't exactly news that he was a creepy little stalker, but maybe she didn't really mind so much anymore.
"What did he do to you?" he finally asked when she calmed down some.
Kagome began to tremble just remembering. Not from shock, but from anger. Fuck, she was so fucking mad.
"It doesn't matter." Not anymore. She found a way to make everything okay again. Or rather, he found her.
"He doesn't care about you, Kagome, not like I do. I would never—"
"I know!" she said, raising her voice. Inuyasha looked a little taken aback and moved to give her space, but she kept her hold on him. "I know, okay? But it doesn't matter. Because I'm going to use you."
"What?"
She backed him against the brick wall of the shop they were closest to. It was almost cute how his eyes crossed the closer she got in an effort to keep meeting her gaze, intimidated by her and aware of the authority she commanded for perhaps the first time in their relationship.
"I…" She stepped closer. "…Am going…" She pressed against him. "To use…" She placed her hand over his crotch for further emphasis. "You."
Kagome sealed it with a kiss.
It was light and sweet and brief, but that was okay because she knew there was going to be more to follow. So much more. When she pulled away, Inuyasha followed by leaning forward, eyes half-closed as he swayed towards her.
"I'm going to use you, Inuyasha." Her tone conveyed all her excitement along with a smidge of apology. "Whenever I want, for however long I want, you are going to be mine."
They both knew she shouldn't be doing this, but what else was left for her? She was still his teacher after all, and she had never been more aware of it. For once, that excited her. She could direct him, teach him, mold him in a way she never could in the classroom.
"I'm yours," he agreed. "Been yours. Ain't nothing gonna change except things will finally start to go right."
She could tell he wanted to say more, but she'd had enough words for the day. Kagome could still hear her husband's worst hurt yet on a loop in her mind, but she refused to listen. There was a distraction now and she had denied herself entertainment for far too long.
"Stop talking." Bringing her hand up to his startled mouth, she traced his cupid's bow. It was clear in her mind how she'd do the same thing with the tip of her tongue soon. "This," she murmured, loving the plush softness of his lips, "is mine too. It's for licking and sucking and kissing, but not for talking."
His whimper sounded little like a protest but a little more like a promise.
"These are the rules. I," she said, unable to resist brushing her own lips across his, "am going to sit on your face. You are going to make me cum harder than I ever have or I will find someone else to do it. You are allowed to jerk off, but not on me. I will not reciprocate. You will tell no one. Understand?"
With eyes round and shocked, he nodded.
"Good. Meet me after school. I'll be reserving a room in the employee building."
A part of her had planned this out from the start. The part that had become Kamiko and had stayed Kamiko under the six feet of emotional dirt she had been buried under had noted the possibilities of the small rooms provided to late-working teachers by the school that expected far too much from its staff. After how hard she had been trying to avoid this, she should have felt guilty. She should have been disgusted. She should have turned herself in to some type of authority.
But all she felt was excitement.
Returning to the classroom took monumental effort. Even after she brought herself to walk through the door, Kagome wasn't able to look any of her students in the eye. It was one thing when they knew she was a whore, but another completely now that she was actually going to do the type of thing she had previously only filmed. And even then, she had been the naughty student. This was something she had barely explored even in her own fantasies.
She was so on edge that when her fingers brushed against Kōga's while collecting homework she gasped aloud and nearly dropped it. Her clothes felt tighter and warmer and she could feel a light sheen of sweat developing along her spine. Whether out of nervousness or how incredibly horny she had gotten now that she allowed herself to feel what she had been feeling for so long, she didn't know. It was so bad that she just put on some random weather documentary from YouTube like they were elementary schoolers and she was hungover.
The private employee building could only be accessed by a combination of scanning a teacher's employee ID and putting in a passcode not even the administration knew. There were cameras everywhere to avoid students sneaking in and there were no windows. During her time at Sengoku, she had only known the occasional use of it, usually by teachers during the time they needed to grade tests and papers. Most of the time it was just used for a quick nap during their lunch hour, but some had been known to spend a night when behind on grading or even a weekend if they were fighting with a partner.
Her hands were shaking so bad that she put in the wrong passcode twice. Finally, she heard the right kind of beep and she ran inside like she was being chased. A quick glance at the sign-in sheet notified her that the last time the building had been used was a couple weeks ago.
Perfect.
Kagome knew she still had the chance to leave. She could turn around and go home and make Hojo dinner and apologize even though she hadn't been in the wrong and die inside even more. But she couldn't. The only way she could possibly face her husband again was if she had something to give her strength, and this was all that would work. This was what she needed to make them equals again.
She chose a room on the second floor that was located farthest from the parking lot. They would be less likely to be overheard that way. She didn't know how Inuyasha was, but she tended to be a little loud, especially when she had gone without for a while.
Before she could slide her ID card in the door, it opened.
"Knew you'd pick this one," Inuyasha said, a smirk on his face. "You want privacy, but after today you'll be so attached we could do it in a stadium and you wouldn't mind. Probably like it that much more."
"I can still turn around and go, you know."
Inuyasha grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. "Waitwaitwait," he said, closing and locking the door before physically putting himself between her and it. "Let's set some ground rules before we do anything."
She crossed her arms. "I already did that."
"What, don't I get a say?"
"You need a safe word or something?" She was only half teasing. Some of her movies had been a bit out there and he had no doubt seen those.
"Please. You're the only one I've ever felt safe around."
Kagome tried to act like the comment didn't both touch and concern her. "Fine. What are your terms?"
"Tutor me," he blurted out. At first she thought he was joking. He was her top student despite acting like an idiot all the time and didn't even seem to try. "Tutor me like you promised you would. Teach me who you really are."
"Isn't that what I'm doing?" She dropped her bag on the floor and toed off her shoes. Inuyasha's golden gaze fixated on her fingers toying with the first button on her blouse.
"You know what I mean," he said, sounding as distracted as he looked. "It can be at your place or mine. But I wanna get to know you for real. No more performances."
"Hell no. No way are you coming to my apartment."
"I'll pay you."
That was different. She thought for a second. "Ugh, fine. But you're not buying me, Inuyasha, just my time. Remember that. You aren't allowed to touch me at my home just in case Hojo shows up like last time, but yes, we can have our dates."
The smile he blessed her with was worth her using the D-word she had wanted to avoid. "Deal. I'll bring dinner so you don't have to eat alone like usual and some textbooks to make it look like we're doing academic stuff instead of romantic stuff."
"This doesn't mean you're my boyfriend or anything," she clarified, worried he was getting the wrong idea. "It's just sex, Inuyasha."
He nodded. "Yeah. I'm not officially your boyfriend yet, I know that. You need to try me out first."
"That's not—" Deciding she could explain it to him until she was blue in the face and it still wouldn't make any difference, Kagome abruptly gave up. "Whatever. Let's just do what we came here to do so I can go home."
"You're acting like I'm giving you a pap smear instead of a fuckin' orgasm."
"You haven't given me anything but the creeps since I walked in."
For a second, he looked like he was going to punch a hole in the wall, but instead he came at her. Kagome instinctively shrank back against the door. The look in his eyes was so intense that it overwhelmed her almost to the point of being frightening. No one had ever focused on her the way he had. Her hands scrabbled for the doorknob behind her back, unwilling to take her eyes off him in case he made a sudden movement that ended up being to her detriment.
Instead of hurting her the way her husband had, Inuyasha cupped her face and gently placed his lips on hers.
"What are you doing?" Kagome breathed. Her heart had been beating so fast and she felt faint. It was either anxiety or she was almost coming from anticipation.
"Kissing you."
He tried to do it again but she pushed at his chest. "It's just sex. It's just something fun that relieves stress, okay?"
"Maybe for you." He tried to kiss her again and she turned her face away. "Why don't you wanna be kissed?"
"We should only do the bare minimum."
"My bare minimum includes tasting every possible part of you."
This time, when he wrapped one arm around her waist and drew her closer so their bodies were flush against each other, she allowed it. Kagome moaned when the kiss almost immediately deepened. Her reaction made her cheeks color. She was too excited for a mere kiss. When was the last time she had been touched like this? And by someone who cared about her?
Inuyasha ran his hands up her thighs, raising her tight pencil skirt as he did so. Somehow, her arms were wound around his neck and together they wrapped her legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss, Inuyasha laid her down on the bed. The clothed steel of his hard cock rocked against her and she ran her fingers through his hair. A bead of sweat ran down between her breasts and she was so turned on that she knew the second he made direct contact with her pussy it was all over.
He withdrew, kneeling back and looking down at her with a strange mixture of soft and strained on his face.
"How the fuck doesn't he just tie you up and kiss you and hold you and eat you out all day?" he said in a rough voice. "If you were really mine, that's what I would do."
Kagome grabbed him by the collar and brought him back to her for a kiss. "He doesn't exist here. It's just you and me and that orgasm you promised."
His answering kiss was so hard that his fangs pricked her lower lip. She whimpered and they shared the taste of her blood. His tongue swiped against the tiny wounds and sucked. Her hips moved in reaction, bucking up and seeking out the cock she wanted inside her more than she'd wanted almost anything.
"Fuck," he breathed in between kisses. "You starved yourself, didn't you? I'll make it better."
In one tug, he ripped off her blouse, the buttons pinging around the room. She gasped, first in arousal and then, as an afterthought, outrage.
"Inuyasha! What am I supposed to wear home!?"
"Not my problem."
He dragged her skirt and panties down as one and tossed them over his shoulder without looking. His t-shirt went next. Kagome ran her hands over his sculpted chest and abdomen, giving in to what she had wanted to do ever since she had first seen him. Just that seemed to break down whatever restraint he might have left and he kissed her hard again before moving down her throat and then finally to her straining chest.
For a second, he just hovered and breathed in the scent between her breasts, exhaling with a sigh. Then his lips descended and her blood turned to magma. All he did was press kisses to her skin, picking up speed as he tended to her until he was just dragging his mouth across her flesh, avoiding her sensitive hard nipples. The first time his tongue made contact with her hardened pearls, she cried out at how hard her pussy clenched in reaction to the warmth. That spurred him on and he attacked her, sucking hard and moaning while pushing his hips into the mattress between her spread legs.
Kagome grabbed him by the ears and moved his head slightly, pressing him down to show him what she liked. She was so wet that she could feel her juices already soaking through her panties and down her thighs until they hit the bedsheets. In her mind's eye she could see her student licking her arousal from her hot, overly sensitized skin and she moaned aloud at the picture, rubbing herself against his muscled torso.
"Fuckshitfuck," Inuyasha hissed, repositioning himself slightly so that he was humping against her while he took her breast into his mouth again. After a few rapid movements, he stopped and collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
"…Uh, what was that?"
Mouth still full of tit, he took a moment to answer. "Don't worry about it. Just… Just gimme a second."
"Did you just cum in your pants?" She knew she shouldn't be angry, but come on! This was supposed to be for her.
Inuyasha glared at her from between her mountainous breasts and she noticed how badly he was blushing and felt bad.
"It's not like I wanted that to happen! But you were touching my ears and making all those sexy sounds and this has been my biggest fantasy since I was twelve so I got a little excited, okay?"
Kagome sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Being reminded of the age difference and his obsession was enough to cool her ardor significantly.
"I'm sorry," she said in a small voice. "I'm sorry for doing this to you. I know this is so, so wrong—"
He swiped a thumb over her clit and she choked on her own words, mind wiped blank. "What's wrong is everything before this, and we're gonna make up for that."
This time she was the one who initiated the kiss. Her hands cradled his face and she allowed herself to really see him for a moment, to take in the silky bright hair, thickly lashed eyes that had darkened to honey, proud high cheekbones, straight nose, full lips, slightly dimpled chin, and that strong, stubborn jaw. She pressed kisses to each of those dear characteristics, slowly and deliberately. They were kisses of gratitude, affection, and apology. They weren't meant to arouse either one of them and even though she recognized that much she still wasn't completely sure why she had given them to him. By the time she settled on his lips for good, they were trembling.
"Thank you, Inuyasha," she whispered, their world suddenly so small and intimate that anything else would have seemed like a shout.
"I would do anything for you, Kagome. Anything."
His voice was tight and in that moment she knew that he was so vulnerable and hungry for someone to end his loneliness she could have ordered him around for the rest of her life and he'd accept it joyfully. A dog in need of a mistress. It made her feel powerful and that was unfamiliar enough of a sensation that she was uncomfortable.
"Taste me. You've waited long enough."
"You have no fucking idea."
He kissed her again, his calloused palms cupping her breasts and rubbing her still achingly hard nipples. His mouth placed carefully targeted kisses to parts of her body only a super fan or longtime partner could have known were her most sensitive spots. Just behind her ears, her throat, collarbone, the sides of her ribs, just below her belly button. The whole time, he never took his eyes off hers, and she was spellbound, compelled to watch him as he knew just what to do without being told.
The perfect lover.
As that disturbing thought crossed her mind, the tip of his tongue flicked against her exposed clit. Kagome cried out and her hips angled up for more. Inuyasha sucked her smooth pussy lips one at a time and her juices spilled out faster than he could lick. Then he decided to drink her straight from the source and unfurled his tongue inside her. Kagome gasped and sat up with one elbow supporting herself. One of her hands grabbed his ears, shoving his face inside her so deep his nose was rubbing against her clit. The other tugged at her right nipple. Her orgasm hit her suddenly and violently with so much force she would have screamed had her breath not been stolen away.
Her thighs shook and she collapsed back down on the pillow. Inuyasha crawled up and began to suck at her breasts again, his devilish mouth nipping and laving. She was so sensitive that just that made her climax again and then another time. It was too much and she tugged him up for a kiss, mostly to occupy him so he would stop the onslaught but also because she wanted to feel him and she had limited herself to only experiencing his mouth. He was full of her flavor and the taste of herself on his tongue made her whimper.
Their kiss became less frantic and soon she was just lying in his arms, warm and tingly.
"Good boy." She meant for it to sound like a joke but it was obvious that she really meant it.
"Better than your movies?"
Kagome nodded. She didn't even have to think about it. "A million billion times." She smiled, feeling silly and almost drunk, and kissed his cheek with a loud smack. "I didn't have a relationship with any of those people, but I know you. It's always better this way."
"A relationship," he repeated. Now he was smiling too. His arms held her tighter. "Hey, all those times where you came from only having your tits touched, was that real? Can I see?"
She snorted a laugh. "Yeah, I've always been able to do it, but it takes more play than some people are willing to do. And no, I didn't set this up so you could watch me masturbate. I wanted you to make me come and you did your job."
He raised a brow. "That's it? Hell, that was nothin', Kagome. And I've been watching you fuck yourself since you moved in. They're my own private pornos and you've been driving me crazy for months."
"I'm just going to ignore that since you're definitely removing the cameras and never doing it again." She didn't say anything about getting the files back or making him delete them. She had been thinking of him almost every single one of those times, so in a way, they were for him.
Inuyasha rolled them over and pinned her down. She could feel the wet spot on his pants from when he'd gotten too excited and suddenly her loins clenched and burned for him even stronger than before. What the fuck was happening? She had just had several orgasms in a row.
Then he kissed her and she figured it was because it had been so long and this was forbidden and sexy and he was so good looking that of course she'd react this way. She kissed him back ravenously and he made a noise of pleased surprise.
"Maybe you got used to the standard your bitch ass husband set, but I can do better."
Rising to his knees, he unbuttoned his jeans and the zipper practically burst open from the force of his eager erection. The waistband of his boxers sat beneath his navel and she wanted to run her tongue over that sensitive skin. Too slowly, he dragged down his underwear and revealed his cock, wiping off the evidence of the orgasm she'd inspired on the way. Kagome's breath came in little pants and she bit her lip and clenched her fists.
Fuck, she wanted him inside her.
Big and thick and perfect. She wanted to touch it, kiss it, lick it, suck it. Bury him inside her pussy. Swallow him down her throat. Tease him between her ass cheeks. Squeeze him between her tits.
"We can't," Kagome said, wanting to slap herself for the refusal. "I'm trying to get pregnant. I'm not on birth control and I've been taking fertility meds."
He blinked but the rest of him was frozen. Oh gods, she'd scared him off. That was probably for the best. So why did she want to take it all back?
"I could help with that, y'know."
It took her a second for the words to register, but when they did, she nearly took him up on it. But that would be stupid. And crazy. And even worse than what they were doing now. But fuck if it didn't get her even hotter for him than before.
"It's not just about having a baby," she explained. "It's about making a family. Mine are gone and… Sorry, I don't even know why I'm telling you this. This is stupid. You're not my therapist or my husband. Ignore me."
"No." He leaned down and kissed her more tenderly than anyone ever had, opening her back up before she could close herself off again. "I don't have anyone left, either. I know exactly what you want because I want it, too. With you."
Kagome didn't know that happiness could feel like your heart was breaking. Thinking about the life she could never have hurt, but knowing that someone else understood and cared about her was closer to bliss than she'd been since the fire.
"You're a nice guy sometimes," she murmured in between kisses. "So sweet."
He wrinkled his nose at the language. "What's your favorite position?"
She smirked and tweaked an ear. "Doggy."
Before she knew it, she was flipped over and dragged to her hands and knees. "Inuyasha! We can't!" But gods, she was creaming at the thought of him doing it anyway.
His hands were grabbing her ass and massaging the globes. Would it be extra slutty of her to ask him to do it harder so she'd bruise and remember this every time she sat down?
"We won't." And he didn't sound too happy about it. "I brought toys for you. And I wanna taste you again."
Inuyasha placed a kiss to both of the dimples on her lower back. Kagome relaxed a little and went down to rest on her elbows. Just because they weren't full-on fucking didn't mean she couldn't show off her arch. His cock bumped against her thigh and she burned to sink down on it and just give in. Fuck this job, fuck her career, fuck her entire life. All so she could fuck Inuyasha.
His fingers parted her pussy lips and he took one long lick of her from top to bottom. The shiver that gave her ran down her entire spine before running back up again. He licked her again, running his hot wet tongue over her clit and circling it rapidly. She was convinced she was going to climax again but then he abruptly withdrew, licking down her lips again before leaving her completely. Kagome whimpered in needy pain and reached for him, looking behind her to see what he was doing.
Her student's eyes were blazing as he stroked his cock and he was looking at her with so much pinpointed desire that she was almost scared. Had it ever been like this with anyone? Her other partners had been attracted to her, but there was always that moment when their eyes glazed over and she knew they were imagining another scenario or another person or both. But not with Inuyasha. No, he was fully present. He wanted this and he wanted her.
Kagome realized she wanted the same thing.
Breaking eye contact, Inuyasha reached into his gym bag on the floor and brought out a vibrator. It bore such a close resemblance to his cock that she wondered if he'd had it custom made and also if she could keep it. He hovered over her, his cock between her thighs and pressed snug against her pussy. Kagome's breaths were shallow pants as he rubbed himself in her arousal. One of his strong arms was circled around her just under her breasts and the other teased her nipples with the synthetic dick, rubbing its head over her on the lowest vibrating setting. His grip held her in place while she squirmed and she was glad because otherwise she might have "accidentally" impaled herself on his actual cock.
Meanwhile, he was nuzzling her hair and kissing the side of her face and murmuring things to her that by his tone she could tell were important. But all she could hear were her own gasping breaths and moans and the buzzing of the vibrations. His touch was overwhelming her and for a moment she thought she might break her own record for coming without her pussy being directly stimulated, but then he took himself and his toy away, robbing her of her new favorite thing without even a warning.
Kagome was about to flip over and demand he finish the job, but then she felt him nudge inside her. She went completely still and her mouth dropped open. Fuck. Yes, she wanted this. She wanted him and she wanted him to fill her up and come inside her and watch her belly swell day after day in class with their child and meet her after school for more hot secret—
There was a click and the vibrations switched on again. The sensations went a long way towards distracting her from the disappointing realization that it was the toy inside her and not his fuckable, suckable cock.
Inuyasha pushed and wiggled the vibrator further inside her. With a flick of his wrist, he twisted it, and it bottomed out, making her clench the sheets. Kagome spread her legs wider apart and backed herself up for more. Slowly, he drew the toy back before shoving it forward again. There was a tickle against her thigh that moved up and she realized he was pressing the lightest of little kisses in a trail on her sweat-slicked skin. It went up and up, enhancing the pleasure of the dildo driving in and out of her, and then he came to her ass.
He got bolder. Where before he had squeezed her, Inuyasha left open-mouthed kisses and lightly nipped her with his fangs. The kisses came closer and closer to where her flesh parted and when he arrived there, instead of avoiding it or even kissing it like she had been expecting, he licked her.
"Inuyasha!" she gasped, somehow managing to sound like his scolding teacher again.
He wasn't fooled and his tongue probed her ass. "What? I saw Naughty Girl Kamiko Gets Pole for Christmas 5: Santa's Little Yelper. I know you like this. You still bleach."
"Just because I got paid to do something doesn't mean—" His tongue circled her rosebud and then wiggled inside the tight ring of muscle. The magma blood returned. "Fuck it, do it to me. More!"
His hand didn't tire and neither did his tongue, both of them working to stimulate her. Kagome reached back and spread her cheeks apart, inviting him to go deeper and harder. Inuyasha turned the vibrator up and increased his pace at the same time. Her mouth was full of the sheet and her stomach was full of the tight coil of almost agonizingly exquisite pleasure he was inflicting on her. Then he sucked her hole while circling his tongue and everything broke loose again. Kagome screamed into the sheet and came even harder than she had before. Inuyasha continued to fuck her with the vibrating cock that was so close to his own and every thrust had her coming apart again.
It was too much too fast and Kagome jerked away from him, gasping raggedly. He had this dumb, confused look on his face like an untrained puppy wondering why its owner is yelling at him for chewing up their good slippers. That reminded her of the cleansing properties of dog demon saliva and she turned her irrational anger—at him for tempting her, herself for giving in, and Hojo for making this happen—into action.
Kagome shoved his shoulder and he was unprepared enough to fall off the bed in shock. Before he could get up again, she was on top of him, kneeling over his face. His look of hurt, rage, and surprise shifted quickly into understanding. Inuyasha opened his mouth to say something but she didn't want to hear it. She lowered herself so she was no longer hovering but fully sitting on his face. The muffled sound of his words did nothing for her, but the slight vibrations were nice, even if they were nowhere near what she'd been experiencing before.
Her hips rocked and circled, pressing down insistently. Inuyasha moaned like she was the one going down on him and licked her frantically. Kagome cupped her own breasts and pinched her nipples as she rode her student's cute face like she had wanted to do since she had walked into that classroom. Her pussy was leaking so much that the juices were running down Inuyasha's face and she laughed out loud as she experienced yet another orgasm, tears running down her face.
This was who she was. This was who she had been running from, not Hiten. Even though she'd come an uncountable amount of times, she jerked her hips again and again and again, riding his tireless tongue until she was so raw, emotionally and physically, she fell off, too weak to hold herself up. Even then, her hand came between her legs and she fingered herself.
"Kagome?" he said, looking concerned.
"I used to do up to seven scenes a day," she said. He took her hand from her sex and brought it to his mouth, cleaning her fingers off. It made her insides stir again and she felt frightened of herself. "I'd take four dicks inside me at once. And it was nothing. It was good, but it wasn't overwhelming. This shouldn't be the way it is. I shouldn't be like this. It's too much. I want it too much."
Something in his eyes shifted and he looked away. "You ever think that maybe you like me and none of those other guys meant shit to you?"
Kagome was already distracted by his painful-looking erection. It looked like he'd blow if she even acted like she was going to touch it. And fuck, did she want to touch it. She licked her lips and pressed against him.
"I know I said this was for me and I wasn't going to get you off, but you did really good today and I want to thank you."
His eyes widened. "Y-you want to… You're going to…"
She grabbed her breasts. "Get on the bed. I'm going to give you a very special massage."
"Fuck." He stared directly at her tits and she bounced them a little to get him moving. "Fuck. Uh, fuck. Yes."
Inuyasha scrambled to sit on the edge of the bed and she followed. Hand to his shoulder, she pushed him again, this time so his back was on the bed with his feet remaining on the floor. With a very Kamiko smile, she got down on hands and knees and crawled over him. Her heavy breasts dragged against his skin as she moved and he gasped, cock twitching. Giving his dick a quick caress, she finally straddled his stomach and leaned her breasts over his face. His mouth sought out her nipple with a quickness and he sucked like he was nursing. Her pussy was still sopping from earlier and she wiggled around in renewed arousal while he switched breasts. After a moment, she pulled away, and he followed after her breast with puckered lips for more. Kagome laughed and gently pushed him back down again.
"Relax," she purred. "It's your turn."
His cock had been weeping precum for quite a while and was so swollen it looked almost purple. Kagome fisted it in her hand and rubbed her thumb over the head, watching yet another shiny drop of fluid leak out of her new favorite student. There was a sheen of sweat over his abdominal muscles and she reached her other hand out, running her fingers over his golden skin. Inuyasha whimpered and she at last took pity on him.
How many times had she dreamed about this and forced herself to forget in the morning? How many times had she planned exactly how she was going to do this and then masturbated to the thought of it and then denied it to herself? Too many. Keeping eye contact with Inuyasha, Kagome brought her right breast up to her mouth and licked her nipple, sucking it into her mouth. When it was nice and wet, she switched to the other one and gave it the same treatment. Sliding down to the floor, she hugged his cock between her breasts and started to jerk him off.
"Kagome, yes," he hissed from between clenched teeth.
The look on his face, with his thick dark brows raised and then coming together and his mouth dropping open and then shutting tight and his eyes staring at her with awe and then rolling back in his head, was enough to make her wish she had a free hand to play with herself. Instead, she poked out her tongue and finally took a forbidden taste of his cock, swiping his precum from the source. That surprised her overly stimulated and suffering student into an orgasm and his hips bucked and jerked while his beautiful cock spurted thick ropes of cum all over her breasts. Kagome opened her mouth and managed to catch some, licking her lips and wishing they had more time so she could get him hard all over again and play some more. Gods, but she wanted to scoop his cum off her chest and finger herself with it.
She didn't stop moving her tits until he had softened some and his breathing had returned to normal. Inuyasha abruptly sat up and wound a hand into her hair, grabbing it tight and pulling her up onto the bed.
"Fuck," he growled. "Kagome, that was— Fuck." He smashed his lips against hers and she moaned.
"We should shower. It's getting late." Why did she have to say that?
He smirked. "I can do a little clean up before that."
Inuyasha kissed down her throat and then came again to her breasts, lifting them up and sucking his own cum off of them. It was the hottest thing Kagome had ever seen and she drew him closer, arching her back into his face. Inuyasha licked his mess off of her slowly and sensually. On one of his swipes across her nipple, his fang scraped against her, and that combined with the visual of her sexy student was enough to make her come one last time. Inuyasha fingered her to enhance her orgasm and she clung to him, shaking from the intensity.
"Gods, I wish I could spend the whole night with you," she lamented. Or the weekend. A month. At least the rest of the year.
He hummed in agreement and pulled her into a proper embrace, kissing her hair. "You could. We could really, actually fuck. Imagine me inside you, Kagome. My big cock in your snug little pussy. When we finally fuck, it's gonna be better than with any man you ever had, in your movies or in real life. You know it and so do I. Always have."
Kagome rested her cheek against his shoulder and wished his words didn't get her so hot all over again. "You're the only one I've been with off-camera. Knowingly, anyway. Other than Hojo."
He was quiet for a moment and then pulled away to look into her eyes. "Thank you. For choosing me like I chose you."
She smiled. "You're welcome."
Inuyasha seemed uncharacteristically hesitant, but soldiered on anyway. "…Are you going back to him?"
Thinking of her husband and her real life was like a beautiful dream turning into a nightmare. "I have to. We've been together so long. If I just gave up now, it will have all been for nothing."
"We literally just covered the sunk cost fallacy in class last week."
"Can we just make our time about us?" She kissed him until she was convinced he was properly distracted. "Shower with me. We can have lots of fun with soap. And let's make it a rule that no one's allowed to wash themselves, the other has to do it for them."
He raised a brow. "Fuck, we might really be here all night."
O\o/O
When Kagome did get home, it was two in the morning, she was walking funny, wearing Inuyasha's t-shirt, and had his replica cock in her purse. There were countless marks on her body from where he'd sucked and bit and grabbed her. That would only be a concern if her husband were actually interested in her. Hojo's car was out front but the lights in the apartment were out. Fucker hadn't even waited up for her. She stayed outside and glared up at her windows.
There was also a car she didn't recognize and Kagome did a double take. It was way too nice and new to be in this neighborhood. There was a paper on the windshield and she figured it was a ticket until she came closer and realized it had her name on it. Sliding it out from under the wipers, she unfolded it and recognized the handwriting immediately.
Kagome,
I don't think I'm buying you or whatever. I just wanted to be nice and make sure you were safe and didn't have to get rides from random creeps or creepy students ever again. The key's in the glove.
When I said I could help with that, I meant it. Think about it. Meanwhile, I'll be thinking of you.
Inuyasha
Stunned, Kagome gaped at the car and then read the note again and then looked back at the car. Holy shit. This had started because she was horny as hell and her husband had destroyed her emotionally. Inuyasha was just supposed to scratch an itch and make it so she'd feel guilty enough not to hate her husband for his own errors. But all she could think about now was how much she wanted him. Yes, he was probably a narcissist and a sociopath and nearly a decade younger and unhealthily obsessed with a character she'd portrayed, yet somehow that wasn't enough of a deterrent for her. Now that she'd had him, she wanted more. So much more. She wanted him to fuck her every hole and she wanted him to do it raw while her husband watched.
Kagome opened the car door. New car smell. Leather seats. He'd even gotten her a Sailor Moon air freshener, doubtless because of that one interview seven years ago where she'd mentioned it was her go-to show for cheering herself up. Did Hojo even know that? Something glinted in the rearview mirror and she turned around.
There was a carseat in the back.
Kagome kissed the note.