One: Horny Housewife Gets Fucked (Over)

Things were finally looking up.

Kagome smiled at her husband and ignored the looks they were both getting from the movers. Hojo was still struggling up the metal steps, his cane getting caught in the small holes only slightly larger than the tool he used to walk. Their new apartment was above a little Italian restaurant that she envisioned them spending many a romantic evening in. Knowing he didn't want her help, she instead carried a box of her odds and ends to the master bedroom. One of the movers eyed her for a bit too long, glancing at the bed behind her, and she figured it was probably not a good idea to put herself in a situation where she would be alone with them.

Even though they had left a home of their own in the small town they had grown up in, she was happy with the change. Their bedroom was bigger, and while the kitchen was smaller, the appliances were much newer. There was a window seat that faced the street and book shelves completely lined the red brick walls of the living room/dining room area. A fireplace gave the room a more distinguished look, and she loved it even though Hojo complained it made everything look smaller.

Breathing heavily, her husband finally made his way through the door, glaring at the movers who pushed past him. Kagome could see he was grumpy and guessed all the activity had his old burns and injuries bothering him.

Not faking the smile on her face, she put her arms around his neck and purposely kissed the side of his face most disfigured by burn scars. "I know I've told you before, but you look so dashing with your cane. As soon as the movers are done, I was thinking we—"

"I'm tired," he said flatly, disengaging himself from her embrace. "Make the bed, will you? I'm going to take a nap before dinner."

Now it was hard to continue wearing the smile. "Sure thing, darling! I was thinking I could make a special dinner tonight to celebrate."

His reply was a distant, wordless grunt.

They hadn't had sex in two years.

Kagome tried really hard not to think about that. She was hoping that with the move and him being hired at the big law firm in the city, he would want to celebrate in the same way she wanted to. It was difficult not being angry with him, and so difficult to keep repeating the same things she had been repeating for years. Yes, she understood it wasn't just his physical trauma from the fire effecting his sex drive but even more so his mental trauma, still, she missed being with him. And she had been traumatized, too. From her point of view, she had lost much more than he did in the fire, even though it hadn't damaged her physically.

Two years ago, they went to the doctor to try and figure out why they hadn't had kids after trying for the entire ten years of their marriage. They were only twenty-five at the time and she was worried that something was wrong with her. Her cycle wasn't always regular and her job could be extremely stressful. Dread kept her up at night. Hojo never should have married her. She was the worst wife in the world. Even her body wasn't good enough for him.

But it turned out the problem was Hojo's.

Low testosterone. Low sperm count. Some other issues she couldn't remember, coupled with his low sex drive. The doctors told them drugs wouldn't help. IVF was a possible solution, but they couldn't afford that at the time.

Now with Hojo's new job, Kagome hoped that by this time next year they could start treatment.

The movers leered at her and she was very aware that she was wearing a tank top. It was summer and far too hot for a hoodie, but she yearned for the oversized men's one that was packed away somewhere in the city of cardboard boxes that had sprung up around their apartment.

Beaming at them, she figured a little charm to cover up her fear could only work in her favor. If she came off as confident instead of wary, she would be fine. When people wanted to inflict pain, it was the fear they looked for, the fear they wanted.

"Thanks so much for your help! Let me get my husband, he has a very generous tip for you."

"I'll give you a generous tip," one mumbled to the other.

"Huh-huh. Mushroom tip."

The two of them started laughing.

"What was that?" she asked brightly.

"Oh, nothing. Thank you, ma'am."

Bastards.

Hojo was going through his boxes of clothes and putting his things away in drawers, folding them one by one. His expression was smooth and untroubled, yet shadowed under his eyes, even though the door to their room was open and there was no way he couldn't have heard. She was too tired to talk about it, however, so she just grabbed the envelope of money on the dresser and returned to the living room. It wasn't like this sort of thing was exactly unusual, after all. Hojo was right, it was best to just ignore it. If she wasn't used to it by now, when would she be?

"Here you go. Drive safe!"

Predictably, they didn't have the good manners to wait until they were out of her sight before counting the money. Kagome knew it was more than they deserved, and their faces showed that it was more than they had expected. Good. Now there was no reason to stay and pollute her air with their mouth-breathing any longer. Her anxious heartbeat slowed as she walked them to the door and closed it behind them.

One of the men put a hand on the frame and she wanted to punch him. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before? You look real familiar."

She was tired of smiling. "Well, we are both from the same town. You've probably seen me tons before."

"But for real, I mean—"

"I really need to get started unpacking. Thanks again!" It wasn't quite a slam, but she felt it was enough to get her point across. Instead of sighing, she flipped her lips, something she did only to avoid a bad mood. This was their new start. She couldn't let a couple of idiots spoil their first day in their new life together.

Going back to the bedroom, she put her arms around her husband from behind and just stood there, breathing in his scent. Kagome loved how tall Hojo was, how secure it made her feel. Already, she could feel all the bad feelings draining away and replaced with—

"Do you mind? Someone has to unpack."

Hurriedly, she pulled away from him. "Oh, sorry! Uh, well, I was thinking I could head over to the grocery store and get some food. Something special for our first dinner in our brand new home."

"Uh-huh, sure. I'm taking the top drawers. It's easier that way."

Kagome nodded. It was hard for Hojo to move about and bend and things due to his injuries. It was hard work keeping the balance between accommodating him and acting like he was just as able-bodied as he had been, something which was very important to him. It upset him when he was reminded of his limitations, and she reminded herself once again that he would be back to his same old kind self once the stress of the move had worn off. Maybe if she made his favorite dinner and surprised him with a relaxing bath, that would speed things along.

Her good mood had returned entirely by the time she walked to the grocery store. It was a cute small shop that sold local goods and stumbling upon it made her even happier. This would be where she'd shop for the rest of their lives, the sweet little corner market that was like something out of a book. Eventually, she'd be a recognizable face and be on a first-name basis with the cashiers and really feel like she was a part of this tiny corner of the city. As she grabbed her cart and walked through the automatic doors, an elderly couple were exiting. Kagome smiled brightly at them, picturing herself and Hojo in a few decades' time. The man's eyes immediately went to her chest and he sneered.

"We should go to Super Save from now on. There are too many fucking bimbos here."

It was stupid, she knew, but suddenly she wasn't so happy. Why was one little comment from someone she didn't even know or care about enough to ruin her day? Without realizing it, her posture slumped. She wished she'd brought a hoodie or a sweatshirt or at least worn a looser shirt or something, but it was summertime and she'd been so focused on their new start that she'd forgotten the one thing she couldn't escape. Of course things wouldn't be any different just because they lived in the city now. Kagome knew from experience that it was going to take a while before every glance from anyone, whether real or imagined, didn't cut her.

Since junior year of high school, she'd been a 32JJ, something she was very self-conscious about. Ever since puberty hit her like a garbage truck, she'd been miserable. Her mother didn't have such an obnoxiously large chest and neither did either of her grandmothers. Everyone in the family was at a loss as to why she was shaped that way. They even sought medical help, but the doctors didn't know for sure either. All they could tell her was that it was probably some glandular problem and not to worry about it since she could always get breast reduction surgery when she was older. One female doctor even had the audacity to tell her, eyes poisonous with envy, that she was lucky and would have no problem finding herself a rich older husband. Like it was a good thing or something. But it wasn't.

Having big boobs was horrible.

Everyone who told her she was lucky, that they would kill to have natural breasts the same size, didn't have to deal with all the stares and comments, the bullying and the harassment. Girls throwing food at her and calling her a fat cow. Boys calling her a whore and saying she secretly got implants while simultaneously trying to touch her. If she had actually been overweight, she thought having such a bra size would have been a little easier, but a thin girl with disproportionately large breasts existing was something a great number of people apparently found offensive. Teachers telling her to go home and find something more appropriate to wear when she was already wearing that shirt in the biggest size it came in. Grown men leering at her when she had barely even started her menses. It was awful.

Only Hojo had ever treated her like she was a person.

Out of all the guys who had pursued her in high school, and there were many in their small town, he was the only one she'd gone out with. Hojo made and maintained eye contact with her and never tried to do more than chastely hold her hand and kiss her cheek, allowing her to go at her own pace and call all the shots. Whenever he did mention her chest, which was rarely, it was in concern for her skin and spinal health. He'd even given her stretch mark cream, though she hadn't gotten many of those, and a back brace, which, while not in the least aesthetic, did help a lot.

And then the fire happened and the gifts and gentle smiles stopped.

But now that they had left town and started over, maybe they could get back what they had once shared. They were truly on their own now, away from everyone and everything they had ever known and loved other than each other. Her heart fluttered at the mere thought of all the hopeful possibilities. It seemed like her life was only truly starting now.

When she returned home, Hojo wasn't there. Staving off the worried anxiety that immediately filled her when he didn't answer her calls of his name, she reminded himself that he wasn't an invalid and had probably just wanted to go out and get a better feel for the neighborhood. So she went about cooking dinner, playing some of her favorite songs to cheer her up a little. Food always tasted better when the person who made it was happy. Soon, she was singing along and getting into the flow of things. When was the last time she had been relaxed enough to cook like this? Not since he had first come back from the hospital, in that brief time between their marriage and starting college. After they completed their undergrad degrees, he had gone on to law school and she had gotten her Masters and then he started working at the firm and she started teaching first grade and they were just so busy it was all they could do to grab a quick lunch together at the little sandwich shop where they had had their first date in high school. She still treasured those memories, though.

Kagome waited until two in the morning before putting the food away.

Hojo stumbled through the door a little over an hour later, a little drunker and a lot happier than she had seen him in recent memory.

She got up from where she had been dozing on the couch. "Hojo, my gods, where have you been?" Kagome wanted to be angry but all she felt was hurt and close to tears, and it sounded like it, too.

"Sorry," he slurred a little, shrugging off his jacket and letting it hit the floor. "My bosses called and invited us out to dinner right after you left. I thought it would just be something quick, all awkward formalities, but then we went out for drinks and now we're fucking buds."

Kagome followed him as he carefully made his way to the bedroom, his limp hardly noticeable. Hojo flopped down on his back on the bed. Sighing, she took off his shoes for him. The smell of the strip club had been noticeable as soon as he walked through the door. That would have bothered a normal wife, but Kagome wasn't like that. She trusted Hojo more than anyone and understood that he was doing this for the two of them and their future children. More than anyone else, she understood. After all, she had made her own sacrifices as well, the greatest of which Hojo was not even aware of.

"I made dinner. Didn't I tell you?" she said softly, realizing he was almost asleep.

"I forgot."

"I'm sorry. I should have made it more clear that I wanted to have a special night." Kneeling down next to him, she kissed his cheek and then the corner of his mouth. Now that he wasn't grumpy anymore, maybe he'd want to christen the new room. Her body suddenly humming with excitement, she began to kiss him, unbuttoning his shirt. "I was waiting for you for so long, Hojo. I've been wanting you so bad that I almost unpacked my vibrator." Reaching down, she undid his belt buckle and pants, slipping her hand inside and stroking his length. "You would have come home and found me there on the couch, legs spread, pussy dripping wet—"

He rolled over. "Do what you have to do, but do it in the bathroom. I need to sleep and you get loud."

For a moment suspended in time, she stared at her husband in stunned hurt. After so long of not being together intimately, he brushed her off just like that? Then he began to snore and she jumped, startled. Suddenly able to move again, she quietly left the bedroom and made her way back to the kitchen. It wasn't his fault he was so exhausted. The move had been a tiring ordeal for him more than for her, what with his condition, after all. And then of course he couldn't say no to his bosses. To add to that, he had work in the morning, which was more important now that they would be living off a single income, as he suggested she stop working. Also, it wasn't like she was looking particularly sexy, anyway. Still in the tank top and jeans she had been wearing earlier, no makeup other than mascara, she was just her normal and frumpy old self. They'd been together for eleven years, after all, and while they were still young, that newlywed passion was long gone. They were closer to thirty than being the teenagers they were when they met. She had to remember that.

Still, no matter what she told herself, the angry feelings weren't going away. Her sexual frustration wasn't making it any better. Kagome concentrated on just cleaning up the dinner neither of them had touched. Maybe she would heat it up tomorrow, a do-over of their first precious night in their new life.

She hadn't been planning on drinking any of the red wine she'd picked up, intending for the two of them to share it, but her hands seemed to move of their own accord and soon she was on her second glass. With no food in her system and not having eaten in so long, it was no time at all before she began feeling a pleasant buzz. Dark thoughts that she had been trying to push away intruded. Birth control had been out of the question ever since they had started trying to conceive years ago. The only reason she'd agreed to not work was because she hoped to be pregnant before long, still holding out hope for a miracle, but if he wasn't going to even touch her, what was the point? Just thinking about staying inside the apartment that had once seemed so fantastic to her just a few minutes ago all by herself all day made her want to scream. Fuck that. She was going to look for work.

Flipping open her laptop, she went to the first job site her brain could remember. Scrolling through various jobs, she thought about her precious first-graders. Gods, but did she miss them and her old school. Everyone had been so kind, and her fellow teachers, all lovely old ladies, some of whom had even taught her as a child and made her want to follow in their footsteps, had given her so many wonderful, heartfelt gifts that she knew she'd keep until the day she died. It was the only place she had felt accepted. Overwhelmed by sentiment, she got off the couch and went over to the box of her little treasures. On the top was the scrapbook full of letters and drawings her kids had presented her with. By now, they were starting a new school year and forgetting all about her with their new teacher.

Tears trekked down her face as she looked at the pages for the thousandth time. One boy, Shippo, a little kitsune, had begun at the end of the year to hug her everyday and say he wished she was his mommy. His own mother had died when he was still a baby and he couldn't remember her at all. It had touched her so much that she cried for over an hour after the kids had gone home for the day. Sometimes, she wished she was his mother, too. Anyone's mother.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea for her to work with younger children anymore since they were still having problems conceiving and it was obviously affecting her deeply. It was probably better to try teaching older kids, even though she had no experience with that. No, her first-graders had been her entire world, and she always stayed close to them even after they had graduated her class and moved on to other grades.

Right then her eyes landed on a job listing for Sengoku Academy. It was a private high school just outside the city, and upon further Googling, she saw that it was like the Harvard of high schools. There were boarding students and day students. How had she never heard of this place before? It was like it was in such a class above her own that people like her would never have even heard of it. The corners of her mouth turned down at the snootiness she knew she was projecting onto the place. Kagome decided to click on it anyway.

SENGOKU ACADEMY: A PREPARATORY SCHOOL FOR THE LEADERS OF THE FUTURE seeks a teacher to mentor and motivate one senior class. At least a master's degree is required as well as one year of experience teaching any grade.

Kagome couldn't believe how little they wanted in a teacher, let alone that they had actually resorted to post on the internet looking to fill a position. Shouldn't they have people lined up for this kind of thing? Wasn't it supposed to be super exclusive? She caught sight of the promised salary and she nearly spit out her wine. Instead, she refilled her glass. Fuck it, she was going to send in her resume. It couldn't hurt. Nothing would come of it, she knew, since it was such a ritzy place and all, but it was good for her to know she tried, even if it was just a little.

The sound her laptop made when she slammed it shut a little too hard was deafening in the quiet apartment and she suddenly felt very alone even though her husband was sleeping peacefully in their bed. Kagome curled up on the couch, her head on the armrest, and pointed the remote at the television that still sat on the floor. An old romantic movie was on and seeing the two leads fall in love made her ache. Why couldn't Hojo want her the way she wanted him? Her feelings dipped down again and she felt like crying. All she wanted was to be held by him, to love him with her body and have him show her he loved her back.

Kagome realized she had consumed too much wine when she didn't even attempt to fight the urge to unbutton her jeans. Whenever she masturbated, it was always in bed or in the shower, and never with her fingers, but she was too lazy and far too horny to unpack her vibrator. Wiggling her hips, soon her underwear and jeans were down around her knees. Spreading her legs wide, she figured someone should have a good time christening the house. Hojo would participate one of these nights, but for now she'd take her pleasure for herself.

Her fingers went right to her clit, and stayed there, wanting to make it fast. Whenever she pleasured herself, she didn't think of Hojo. Well, sometimes she did, but it was of the boy he once was, the sweet boy she'd fallen in love and believed would return to her one day, not the bitter man he had become. Now, she imagined hands. A man's hands, not her own, rough and eager, wanting her to the point of madness. To be wanted, desperately wanted, was something that she, well, desperately wanted. Her eyes drifted shut and she soon lost herself in a fantasy of being overwhelmed by hungry worship. Kagome usually avoided her breasts when she masturbated, associating them with mostly negative things, but her aching nipples had been rubbing against the inside of her bra all day, hard in anticipation of the lovemaking her husband had decisively passed on.

With her left hand, she yanked down the top of her tank and impatiently freed her breasts from the cups that confined them. Her nipples hardened further in the cooler air and she brought the left one to her mouth. As far as she was concerned, this was the only positive to having such a large chest. Moaning softly, she flicked her tongue rapidly over her nipple and sped up the circles around her clit. She could hear how wet she was, could feel her juices running down her ass and onto the leather couch. Sucking her nipple hard, she switched to the other, giving it the same treatment and nibbling it. The image she kept in her head as she came was of a man bending her over her old desk and slamming his thick cock into her as he held her head down behind her neck, fingers closed over her throat just tight enough to make breathing a little difficult. She squirmed and cried for help, telling him she was married, begging him to stop, but he didn't.

Fuck, she'd needed that.

Now thoroughly relaxed to the point of almost being asleep, Kagome tidied her clothing up until everything was back in place and stayed lying on her side, finishing the movie. A small echo of anger remained inside her, something not even a pleasant, though hurried, orgasm could eradicate. She remembered when she thought everyone fell in love the way people did in the movies. But real love wasn't like that.

Real love was hard.

Note: So, what do you think? And no, there will be no InuKag ageplay with her being his "mommy" because that's gross and who tf do you think I am (#daddykink4lyfe omg I'm so cringe). TTC will be updated soon, I just wanted to throw another story into the mix because I'm crazy like that. Please review! Writing makes me happy but knowing people actually read/enjoy my writing makes me happier and gives me the courage to share it!