I do not own Inuyasha or the songs used in this story.

Please refer to chapter 1 for trigger warnings.

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KAGOME

Inuyasha has a big bed. I noticed it last night when I dropped my bag off in his room but was too distracted by the cold and frivolous woman standing in his living room to really pay attention to it. I had to give myself a pep talk before walking back out into the living room. I normally would've been insanely jealous. She was so beautiful and sexy and regal, like the Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland. But the second she sent her icy stare my way, I knew this woman didn't hold a kind bone in her body. She was a miko, that much was obvious, but she definitely didn't have the kindness or warmth of one. I could hear the way Inuyasha spoke to her, wanting her to leave. I could tell it wasn't just because I was here. No, I could hear it in his voice that he couldn't stand her, so I squared my shoulders and walked back into the thick of tension, spotting Inuyasha in the kitchen and following his lead.

I'm not a mean person, but something about the woman who spoke to Inuyasha grated on my nerves and snapped something in me. After she left and he told me about their relationship, any guilt I felt for being rude to her evaporated. She deserved my cold demeanor, especially when she manipulated Inuyasha into feeling less than. I just don't see how anyone could be so cruel and heartless to him. He's a bit rough around the edges and intimidating like a mob boss, but he's so kind when he's with me. I notice the way he glares at everyone around, probably unconsciously, but the second his eyes swing to me, they're shining with gentleness and compassion. He's possessive and protective, and it turns me on like no other.

Waking up in his bed, in his room, surrounded by his sheets, his pillows, his things, his smell, it feels like an island in the middle of the sea. Inuyasha Island, population: me.

The only problem is, he's not on the island with me.

I know I fell asleep with him on the couch last night. We were watching Scrubs reruns, cuddling, unfortunately fully clothed, when my head found his shoulder and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. He's just so warm, comforting, and safe.

Inuyasha evokes a sense of belonging every time he's around. It's like he knows it, too, when he pulls me into his side and wraps his arms around me. He acts as if it's pure instinct to have me there, under his protection and possessive stare. In his arms is exactly where I belong.

I'm not there now though, and it's got me a bit frustrated.

After our impromptu make-out session in the kitchen, he kept his distance physically. He still held my hand and slung his arm over my shoulder as we talked to the Teriyaki place he mentioned last night for some grub at 2am, but once we got back to the apartment, I was lucky if he so much as looked in my eyes. He was still his normal gruff and tough self, only he was completely avoiding any intimate contact. I had to practically crawl into his lap to convince him to let me lean my head on his shoulder.

And now I wake up in an empty bed, with the said owner of the bed nowhere in sight.

This is pissing me off.

The first time a man makes me feel remotely anything below the belt, he leaves me hanging. How messed up is that? I know I'm not as experienced as him in this department, but a girl has needs to, virgin or not. He left me wet and needy on the countertop of his kitchen. I know he could smell me. I could feel and see the evidence of his aroused state tenting his pants. But he never made a move. Am I defective? Did I read the room wrong?

No, he wants me.

He's just holding back.

I roll over in his massive bed and look around the room. The morning sun shines through the curtains on the window, casting the room in a warm orange glow. His room is about as big as can be expected of a penthouse suite. He has a few canvas paintings of Feudal Japan, and his bathroom has a few Sakura blossom paintings. Other than that, the room is sparse in decorations. Just a bed, espresso brown nightstands on either side with a couple of lamps, a matching dresser against the wall, a walk-in closet, and a bathroom. If I didn't know any better, I would've guessed I woke up in a hotel room.

I spot my phone on the nightstand closest to me and grab it, unlocking it to check the time. It's almost noon, but I have two unread texts sent almost four hours ago.

Inuyasha: Good morning, baby girl. I had to run to the shop to help Miroku with a client. Text me when you wake up so I know you're safe and sound.

Sent at 8:32AM.

Inuyasha: DO NOT leave the apartment. I want you right where I left you. I'll be home around 2.

Sent at 8:33AM.

Are you kidding me?

He has some nerve ordering me around when he's not even here. When he left me high and dry.

Well, maybe not dry.

My cheeks are blazing hot as I stare at the screen, rereading his messages. The fucking balls on this guy, I swear. Don't leave? Give me a break.

As I steep in more or less unnecessary and completely needless anger, my mind wanders to the ways I can get back at him. I want him to know I'm unhappy with waking up alone in a bed that smells like him. I want to be petty and mischievous.

I want to be a brat.

His words from a few days ago ring in my head.

"Quit being a brat before I show you how I punish one."

A shot of electricity shoots down my spine and straight to my clit when I remember the almost feral look in his eyes when he told me that. He threatened to spank me for being so defiant, for being a bad girl. The only problem is, I want to be a good girl for him, do as he says and earn his praise.

But he's not giving me anything at all, not praise, or affection, or even his damn presence in the room. An idea hits me like a mac truck going 90 down the freeway. Oh, I'm going to get my way damnit. If it means I have to be a bad girl to get, then so be it.

I have two hours to exact my revenge and then book it out of here like a bat out of hell before he gets home. Wasting no time, I reach down under his blood red covers and pull my panties down, kicking them off.

I ditched my skirt last night and threw on a big oversized shirt when we got back to his apartment last night. Even with the secondary layer gone, he still wasn't tempted.

I'm about to change that.

I slide my hand down my tummy, my fingers skidding across my heated skin, and causing goosebumps. I close my eyes and imagine my hands are Inuyasha's. I think about how his claws would feel ghosting across my stomach, over my navel, over my hips. Dangerous weapons, meant for mauling and maiming prey.

The fact only makes me wetter. He could kill me with those claws. Shred me to bits in a matter of seconds and yet I have absolutely no fear over them, my body practically thrumming at the vision of them leaving little red trails on my pale skin.

My middle finger slides over my already soaking folds, separating my lips and caressing my hard, swollen clit softly. With my eyes still closed, I spread my thighs a bit wider, imagining the look in Inuyasha's eyes as he stares at my uncovered sex for the first time. I think about the way he'd lick his lips, then move down between my legs. His tongue lapping me from my entrance to my clit in one sweep. I can almost feel his gaze on me, looking up between my legs with red-rimmed eyes, like he's drugged off of my taste alone. Would he go fast? Slow? Would he flick my clit with his tongue, his fangs? Would he suck hard, making it throb between his teeth? Or would he kiss it softly, making me writhe and beg?

Gods, would I beg.

My head falls back on the pillows and I cry out. My fingers moving in tight circles on the little bundle of nerves that I wish were between his lips. My juices are flowing onto his sheets beneath me as I fantasize about him eating me out like I'm the cure to every possible illness on the planet. My core grows tight, my toes curling into the mattress as my body jerks, my butt lifting off the bed as my back arches.

Almost there.

I imagine how he will react when he finds this gift I'm leaving him. I think about how he'll walk into his room and smell me, tracing my arousal back to his bed and lifting the covers to find the evidence of my orgasm on his sheets. Will his cock grow hard in his pants as he inhales my scent? Would he think of me, legs spread out for him, and crave the taste of my cum? Will he grab his massive staff and fuck his hand until he's cumming just from the image I'm making in his bed?

I want to see that look on his face, the one of utter bliss and ecstasy, as I make him cum. The fantasy of it alone makes my clit throb. Thinking of him cumming for me, and the praise he'd give me for making him feel so good.

"That's it, baby girl, make me cum. Fuck, Kagome, I'm cumming!"

My back bows out and my walls clench on nothing as my orgasm rocks my body, hard.

"Inuyasha!" I'm moaning and panting, my hips undulating, seeking the sweet friction it needs to accomplish complete release. I feel my juices practically pouring onto his sheets, leaving a nice wet spot, just for him.

I try to catch my breath, working through the mirage of emotions working on a spinning wheel in my brain. I should be feeling satisfied after having my release. I don't though, and I realize I won't feel it anytime soon, not until I have him on top of me, inside me.

I sit up and heave a shaky laugh.

Gods, what's gotten into me?!

I get out of the bed faster than Flash and look around like a kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. My heart is hammering in my chest like a jackhammer. I grab my phone off of the bed where I left it and see I still have about an hour and some change before Inuyasha is due back home.

I look down at the spot my orgasm is currently presented. I feel like I'm walking on air, full of pride and anticipation for what's to come when my naughty little gift is discovered. With a smile on my face, I grab my panties and head to the bathroom where I shower, and change into a pair of spandex and a sports bra. I go through his closet and snag a faded Three Days Grace t-shirt that looks more like a dress on me. I slip my tennis shoes on that I packed with me and contemplate leaving my bag here. I might as well, right? I'll probably be back after work tonight.

I make the bed nice and neat and then I start to head for the front door when another evil idea pops into my head. It's like I'm suddenly being corrupted by the devil on my shoulder as I saunter back into his bathroom and grab my white cotton panties. I close his bedroom door and hang them on the doorknob. Like a little calling card. I know this is going to infuriate him when he opens the door and finds it empty save for the lingering scent of my debauchery.

I'm counting on it.

I make my way out of his apartment, making sure to lock the door on the way out. I know he'll come looking for me as soon as he discovers I'm gone, so I head to an easy-to-find place, turning off my phone as I go and giggling to myself like a madwoman.

Oh, it's going to be a good day.

INUYASHA

This day fucking sucks ass.

I didn't get a wink of sleep last night. How could I with Heaven's temptation laying in my fucking bed? Gods, thoughts of her scent soaking into my sheets as she rests her angelic little head on my pillow had me hard enough to cut steel. I spent most of my night pacing, as best I could with a painful erection pushing against my zipper, and persuading myself to not go into the bedroom and watch Kagome sleep. My mind was a mess as I thought about her in there, alone, in my bed. What was she dreaming about in there? Is she tossing and turning? Is she uncomfortable? Should I turn on the AC? Find more blankets in case she's too cold?

I was a few seconds away from losing my goddamn marbles when I got the text from Miroku about a bike that needed fixing at the shop. I had cashed in my vacation days to mope around for the last week when I couldn't find Kagome, but ever since I went back to work yesterday, my boss, Totosai, has been breathing down my neck about my hours. I needed to at least show up for half a day to get him off my back.

It was around 7AM when I cracked the door to the bedroom open and saw her laying there, sprawled out, the covers a tangled mess around her legs. Her face was buried in my pillow nose down, like she's seeking me out by scent in her sleep. Her supple body looks so warm, so soft, my fingers tingle as the need to feel her smooth skin becomes unbearable. Gods, what I'd give to run my claws through her silky raven hair, press her cheek to my bare chest and count her eyelashes as she rests. Everything about her makes my heart beat a little faster, while slowing down time all together.

I shove down the urge to crawl into bed with her and force my feet to move towards the closet, blindly grabbing a pair of jeans and a random t-shirt, all while keeping my ears pinned in her direction. I make sure her breathing is even and deep, indicating she's knocked out cold. I rush out of the room as quietly as possible and close the door, opting to change in the living room. On my way out the door, I send her a couple of texts to make sure she's there when I get back, and make sure I lock the door on my way out.

Now, I'm heading back to my apartment after dealing with an asshole who wouldn't stop breathing down my neck as I worked on his bike. Correction, "his baby".

For fuck's sake.

Miroku wouldn't stop talking about this new show he and Sango are watching, or not watching, since the only time they actually end up looking at the screen is in between their sex sessions. I swear, they fuck like bunnies and part of me is annoyed to have to wear the Best Friend badge that allots me the privilege of all the details. Another part of me, however, is insanely jealous. I can't wait to get home and see my mate, my Kagome. I kept myself at a distance last night, afraid to push her past her limits, and also wary over my own control when it comes to her. I know she's frustrated with me, I know I probably fucked up her head with my wishy washy-ness, but it couldn't be helped. When she changed into nothing but a t-shirt that reached her knees, and nothing else, I almost lunged at her. The girl makes me fucking ravenous and I needed to put some space between us before I lost it and let my demon feast on her.

Totosai chewed me out for leaving early yesterday when I hadn't been there in over a week and made sure I stayed a full day today, making my arrival back home somewhere around 5PM. Kagome hasn't texted me like I asked her to, but I figure she's probably binging Netflix on my couch and relaxing, waiting for me to come home.

Fuck, I like sound of that.

The mental image of walking in the front door to find my gorgeous, sexy mate laying on the couch enters my mind. She's immersed in a silly T.V. show with one hand in a bowl of popcorn and her other slowly rubbing her swollen belly. My pup growing inside of her, her beautiful body round and glowing, my mark on her neck and a smile on her face to greet me.

I want that.

I need that.

Fuck, I just need her.

I unlock the door to my apartment, but the second I step through the threshold, the blissful imaginary haze I found myself in completely evaporates.

Kagome's not here.

I can tell by just the energy in the room.

She's gone.

Panic sears down my spine as I bolt into the living room, looking around frantically as if she'd be hiding under the coffee table or behind the T.V. My ears twitch in every direction, needing to pick up some kind of sign that she's here, that I'm not losing my mind.

A flash of white in the corner of my eyes has my head snapping to my bedroom door.

Is that… are those…

Panties. There's a pair of white panties hanging on my bedroom doorknob.

Not just any panties. No, no, no.

Kagome's panties.

I make my way to the door, moving at a snail's pace, eyes unblinking. I stare at the garment like it's the holy grail hanging on my fucking doorknob. As I approach, my nose picks up the one scent that drives my demon to new heights. Her spicy lavender and rainwater scent, the one of her arousal, the one that indicates a needy little pussy was seated right there on the fabric. I hear my demon's snarling and growling in my ears, can feel him pacing and thrashing in my chest. He wants her, bad. And the smell of her desire coming from her little token is only making him more and more feral.

I lift my trembling hand to the fabric and gently take it from it's resting place. I stare down at it, like it's got the answers to all my questions. My nose is burning with the beautiful spice. Before I can stop myself, I'm bringing the seat of her underwear to my nose and inhaling like a fucking feind.

My cock is rock solid. I'm so hard, I could cut diamonds. My mouth is watering as I move my other hand to the now panty-less doorknob and open it, hoping to find the owner of said garment laying in my bed.

The room is empty.

I pull her panties from my face and take a big wiff of the room, hoping to figure out a timeframe as to when she left.

What I get is more spice, more mouthwatering lavenders in the rain coating my throat. I feel a bead of pre-cum spill from the head of my dick. My feet are moving without permission, and I find myself at the foot of the neatly made bed. Like a blood hound sniffing out his prey, I track the scent to the very center of my bed. Without a moment of hesitation, I grab the covers and tear them off the bed.

Oh. Fuck. Me.

Right there in the center of my sheets is the evidence of one naughty, horny girl. She did this on fucking purpose. I just know it. She woke up and decided today was the day to kill Inuyasha. Today was the day to make him die an agonizing, yet pleasurable death. Gods, the little fucking minx is going to get it when I find her. Did she think I wasn't going to spank her ass raw for this? Did she think she wasn't going to get punished for this?

Maybe that's exactly why she did it. I knew she had a little brattiness in her, but this?

Oh, I'm gonna make her scream for this.

She's been a very bad girl.

The scent of her orgasm is in my lungs. Its so strong in the room, concentrated in the very apex of my resting place. The panties that were clutched in my hand are suddenly dropped to the floor as I pop the button on my jeans and pull the zipper down between two fingers. I need to relieve this growing pressure before I fucking explode. I feel like a dirty, sick freak, but fuck it. This is my fucking bed, covered in my fucking sheets, with my woman's climax on them.

My pants and boxers are shoved to the middle of my thighs and my cock springs out like a diving board, smacking me in the abs and dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. I stare at the spot on my bed, imagining her here, playing with her little pussy right in front of me as I watch.

I fist my dick, stroking up and down as I imagine her sexy legs splayed out in front of me, revealing that beautiful pink cunt. Her lips parted, her eyes lost in a lustful haze, looking up at me, begging me. I imagine her beautiful round tits heaving up and down with her harsh breaths, her nipples hard and just as pink as her wet pussy. Her little fingers circling her clit, her hips rocking up, up, up as she chases her release.

A release that only I should be giving her permission to have.

I breathe in through my nose, taking in the orgasmic aroma she left behind. The head of my cock is spurting pre-cum, coating my shaft and making my hand slick. It makes me think about how wet her tight cunt will feel around my cock. How she'd struggle to take every inch, how my thickness will stretch her beyond her limits and then some.

I'm beating my dick like it fucking stole something. My balls pulls up tight, my abs clenching as I feel a bolt of lightning hit the base of my spice.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as the image of her cumming on my cock fills my brain. I can practically her sweet voice whimpering for me.

"Inuyasha, please, please make me cum! Fuck me, please, I'm so close!"

My cock swells and pulses as I stroke myself three more times before erupting with a roar. "Fuck!"

My orgasm is almost painful with how fucking hard I come. My hot seed shoots out of me like a rocket, landing all over the little spot on the sheets left behind by my Kagome. My knees almost give out from under me as I milk my throbbing length until I spend everything on the sheets. I'm panting and sweating as I look down at the mess we make. My chest is heaving from exertion, my body boneless despite the massive erection I still have.

I won't get relief until I'm buried deep inside her, and even then, I don't think I'll ever be flaccid again.

I look down at our orgasms blending on the bed, in the same spot, misting the air in a scent that is purely ours.

Despite my lustful haze, my demon is pissed. He hates that my load is currently soaking on the bed when its rightful place is supposed to be deep inside my mate. He's been frustrated with me since last night, and now he's royally ticked off at me for wasting my precious release on my 5,000 thread count sheets.

He's also boiling over with the need to punish our mate for her little teasing act here. He wants to see her ass red and sore and then, he wants to taste the sweet syrup that she herself wasted in my bed. Her orgasms have a home; either on my tongue or coating my cock. She's going to learn very soon that her pleasure is mine to gift to her, and she's been a very, very bad girl for having taken for herself without permission.

Now I have to find the little vixen and teach her a lesson she so clearly wants.

I clean myself up in the bathroom and notice her overnight bag and some of her toiletries on the counter. She definitely planned on coming back.

Which means she went somewhere she's familiar with.

A devilish smirk stretches across my lips as I race out of my apartment like the hounds of hell are on my tail, leaving the mess on the bed so I can see her expression when I bring her back here and she sees the real mess she made.

I'm coming for you, baby girl. In more ways than one.