Summary: Kagome brings in an expert to teach her class about sex ed, with surprising and stimulating results.
Prompt: Secrets (September Monthly Prompt)
Warnings: SMUT (basically a PWP)
Author's musings: I know students aren't referred to by their first names in school, but creating a list of last names for a oneshot is tedious and hard to keep track of, so first names it is.
Secrets
"Why do we have to learn about this again, Dr. Higurashi?"
"Yeah! We already know how this stuff works. It was covered in bio class."
Kagome tried to hide her smirk by shaking her head. "Those are just the basic mechanics. This is different. And a requirement of Health class."
A few of the students—mostly male—groaned.
"Your future partners will thank me!" The groans were drowned out by laughter and Kagome flashed them a grin before checking her watch. Jakotsu hadn't told her who was coming but had assured her that the person was perfect for covering all the sections that weren't in the curriculum.
The only reason she'd taken on the role of the high school's doctor was that the principal had agreed to let her teach sex ed to the seniors. It was one thing for them to know how sex and copulation worked but knowing the intricacies of pleasure was important too.
It also stopped them from looking up things on Google and being saddled with unrealistic expectations.
"If anyone needs any extra lessons, I'm more than willing to teach you everything I know!" Kouga was instantly hit with a multitude of wadded up paper balls, but those that threw them laughed nonetheless.
Rolling her eyes, she addressed the class. "Just a reminder that your participation is a requirement for this course. I encourage you to ask questions, as the expert is an expert for a reason. This is a safe space. Nothing leaves these walls unless you want it to."
It sounded like the line from a corny movie, but her students knew it to be true. She'd build up their relationship throughout the year and they trusted her enough to take it seriously. They also appreciated her candidness and honesty when it came to issues related to sex and all the teenage drama that went along with it.
A light knock at the door was her only warning before a man—if she could even call him that—flounced into the room. His long, pale hair was tied back into an intricate fishtail braid, the metallic magenta barrette matching the frames of his sunglasses and the briefcase in his perfectly manicured hand.
The class stared in silence as he strode to the front of the room, dark plum slacks hung low on his waist, a lacy black dress shirt tucked into the waistband. Kagome's eyes widened as he flashed her a seductive grin before slowly pulling his glasses off his face, revealing a pair of sultry amber eyes.
"Greetings, my name is Sesshoumaru Taisho, and I will be your instructor for today."
It was a full ten seconds before the information computed in her students' minds. Then there was a collective outcry—half surprised, half intrigued.
Kagome herself fell into the second category.
She had no idea where Jakotsu had found him, but if he taught as well as he dressed, she was all for it.
Since he'd brought props, she grabbed an extra desk and placed it beside him. "Welcome, Mr. Taisho, I know the class is very much looking forward to what you have to share."
"Indeed."
Kagome found herself blushing at the single word, the sound of his voice akin to silk sliding over her skin. She gave him a curt nod, then retreated to her desk at the back of the room, ignoring the way his eyes bore into the back of her head as she did so.
A hand was already in the air when she settled into her chair and Taisho waved a hand at the student attached to it.
"Aren't you a little overdressed to be a teacher?" Yura asked.
"I am not a teacher. I own Big Bang, an adult store that sells pornography and various sex toys and paraphernalia."
The rest of the students' hands shot into the air. Kagome opened her mouth to cut them off, but Taisho was two steps ahead of her.
"I will be happy to answer any questions you have about my establishment at the end of our session, but it is not the focus of our time together today."
Kagome gave him a grateful smile and he returned it with a knowing smirk, then lay his briefcase on the desk. The locking mechanism clicked open, and chairs scraped against the floor as every member of her class tried to get a better look.
At least they're engaged.
"I am sure you are aware what the mechanics of having sex entails, however, sex is not just about inserting tab A into slot B."
"It's worked well so far," Naraku said, leaning back in his chair.
Taisho didn't miss a beat. "And how many times have your partners requested a repeat performance?"
Silence descended upon the room and Taisho placed one hand on his hip. "Sex is not just about reproducing; it is about pleasure and enjoyment, about exploration and self-discovery. But it is something you must commit to learning about. Not even the most well-versed porn stars were experts to begin with."
Kagome watched their expressions, noting the curiosity and awe on their faces. She'd been a little unsure when he first walked in, but clearly Taisho knew what he was talking about.
"The best sexual partners are those who take the time to understand your body, regardless of how long you have been sexually active. They will also be willing to try new things with you, as each partner will be skilled in different areas.
"And it is not just about penetration," he continued, his eyes narrowing slightly at Naraku. "Unless you are pressed for time—or your partner has been teasing you all day—you should not be satisfied with that alone."
Every female in the room hummed in agreement.
"Also, ladies—" He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a foiled condom, rolling up his sleeve before ripping open the wrapper and stretching it over his entire forearm. "—if he says a condom is too small, he is a liar."
The entire class erupted into laughter and Kagome bit her lip to stop herself from joining in, especially when Sango leaned over and smacked Miroku on the back of his head.
"See? I told you."
The brunette gave his long-time girlfriend a sheepish smile before they all turned back to their current instructor. Taisho went on to talk about the various types of oral sex, as well as giving them tips on bringing their partners the most pleasure.
"Is abstinence a good thing?" Kikyou's soft voice filtered through the classroom.
Taisho's head cocked to the side as he considered her question. Curiosity had Kagome sitting up straight in her chair. How would the owner of a sex shop address the question, considering how often it was forced upon teenagers in general?
"It is neither good nor bad, it is a choice. But more importantly, it is your choice. It should not be forced upon you by anyone. When you are ready, you will feel no guilt about your actions. There are also those who, as I mentioned before, feel no inclination for sex at all. You may not feel the urge with a particular partner or in general, but it is normal."
Kagome smiled softly, mouthing a silent 'Thank you' when he met her gaze. He continued to entrance her—entice her—to the point where she began to fidget in her chair, her hands clenching nervously under the intense stare, but she didn't look away. His glossed lips curved up into a smirk, appearing pleased before he returned his attention to the class, the students buzzing with more questions.
Her shoulders slumped slightly as she released a breath. It was hard to remain professional when the man looked like he'd stepped off a runway. The fit of his shirt left little to the imagination, even with the lace, and his muscles seemed to ripple under the fabric.
Kagome stifled a groan. Clearly her dry spell was getting to her. Maybe she'd let Jak set her up on that blind date he'd been badgering her about for months. Even if it was just for some momentary release.
Making a mental note to call her best friend after school, she refocused on the distracting instructor. Taisho was now going over all kinds of sex-related vocabulary—ranging from body parts to sexual positions to the different kinds of sexuality.
Then he brought out the sex toys.
She'd been about to stop him, slightly worried about what the parents would say, but her words never made it past her lips. Taisho had the entire class captivated, the students barely blinking as they tried to absorb every word.
Kagome found her mind wandering again and she wondered how long he'd been in the business of owning a sex shop.
And just how much experience he had with each item he showed to the class.
After he finished his lecture, Taisho passed out the various items from his briefcase, allowing the students to get a feel for the sex-enhancing objects. Kagome was worried when he pulled out a dildo, a ball gag, and a bottle of lube, but the teens were respectful, some even turning the lube bottle over to read the ingredients when Taisho mentioned it was edible.
She was going to owe Jak a new pair of shoes for this one.
The students mingled around the room, engrossed in intense conversations as they inspected the items. Kagome was so engrossed in them that she didn't realize Taisho was walking towards her desk until he was leaning against it.
She started slightly and looked up at him, the blush from earlier returning to her cheeks as she smiled.
"Thank you so much for this, but were the toys necessary? I doubt they've ever—"
"You would be surprised at what your students are already aware of, doctor."
Kagome blinked in surprise, staring up at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean?"
He let out a low chuckle, the action bringing her attention to the shimmer of lip gloss dusting his lips, then grabbed a chair and sat down behind her, his breath wafting over her ear as he pointed across the room.
"That one, Yura I believe? She is into bondage. Notice how well she handles Cat's Cradle." Even as he spoke, Yura expertly shifted the string attached to her fingers into the next stage by herself.
"And that one," he whispered, his lithe fingers pointed to Naraku. "Is a selfish lover only concerned with his own release and not the pleasure of his partners."
Kagome couldn't say she was surprised at the assessment, but the information was fascinating nonetheless, and she leaned in closer, silently begging for more.
"Those two are quite interesting," he continued, motioning to Sango and Miroku.
"I know they're sexually active. Miroku has always been really vocal—"
"Oh, they are active, but she is the one in charge of their sexual encounters."
"How do you—"
"Watch how he responds to her."
Her open mouth snapped shut and she did as he said, noticing that Sango would ignore Miroku when he started on a new sermon.
"I don't see how—"
"Wait."
Miroku continued with his story, complete with grand gestures until Sango finally looked up from the paddle she was holding.
"Do you want avocado with dinner tonight?"
Miroku stared at his girlfriend for a moment, seeming to contemplate something before a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm not sure if that will be enough, dear Sango."
Sango raised an eyebrow at him, then went back to inspecting the paddle. "Masago then."
A strange gleam entered Miroku's indigo eyes, and he bowed slightly. "If it pleases you, my lady."
Sango hummed softly, then traded the paddle for the ball gag and Kagome swore she saw Miroku shudder.
"What just happened?" she whispered.
"Like I said, she is the dominant one. Avocado and masago are clearly safe words."
Kagome's eyes almost bulged out of her head. "What? There's no way! He embarrasses her in class all the time!"
"And instantly ceases when she uses the right words."
She pursed her lips in thought, several instances of that exact event flashing through her mind. She turned her head to look at the man next to her and instantly regretted it, not realizing just how close he was, her mouth almost grazing his jaw. Clearing her throat, she inched away from him as best she could without it being obvious.
"Any others?"
"Have I intrigued you?"
The blush was back. "A little. I thought I knew my students quite well, but it seems even I've got a few things to learn."
A smug look graced his features before his focus returned to the class. He motioned to Kouga, the teen clearly comparing the bright purple dildo's size to his own. Kagome rolled her eyes.
"I don't need your commentary for him."
"You are aware he is in the closet and secretly attracted to his best friend?"
She choked on her laughter. "Good one, I almost believed you."
A slender eyebrow rose in response and her mouth fell open. She whipped her head back around, watching the boisterous teen with intense eyes. A few of those around him were making cracks about his love life but Kouga simply posed, flipping his ponytail over his shoulder. She frowned and leaned back, turning her head slightly to whisper in Taisho's ear.
"I don't see it."
"He is very good at hiding it, but there are a few tells." They both watched as Kikyou and Inuyasha approached the group and Kagome's frown deepened.
"Are you sure? Kouga and Inuyasha are inseparable, but Inuyasha and Kikyou have been a couple since middle school."
A soft chuckle tickled her ear and Kagome's thighs clenched together, her nails digging into her palms to stop herself from doing something as embarrassing as turning her face into his neck and inhaling.
"Kikyou should count herself lucky to have such a loyal friend as Inuyasha."
"Why?"
"She is ace, and he is protecting her by pretending to be her boyfriend."
"Why does she need protecting?"
He didn't answer right away, and she turned back to look at him, noting the way the corner of his mouth tensed.
"People—narrowminded people—have been known to…badger aces about their disinterest in sex."
Quickly scanning the room, Kagome searched each face of her students. "No one here would do that."
"It is unlikely any of her friends or close peers. Especially with how close she is with the two males."
"Then who—"
"She could be having issues at home."
Sapphire eyes blinked before she dragged her hands down her face. How had she been so oblivious to so many of her students' tendencies?
As if reading her mind, Taisho patted her shoulder. "Do not blame yourself. I have been in this profession for a long time and am an expert in body language. It comes with the territory."
"That's terrible though. Especially if it's her family. People should be allowed to just be themselves, regardless of if they want someone or not."
She watched as his lips—those glossed lips—curved up into a smile.
"You are quite passionate about your students."
For some reason she felt a blush creeping up her neck again and she cleared her throat, quickly changing the subject. "Do you get a lot of new customers?"
"Hnn. Many of them do not even know which parts of their bodies seek the most stimulation."
A shiver ran down the length of her spine and she opened her mouth to question him more, her head tilting to the side to get a better look at him, but his eyes lit up and he redirected her attention to Kouga.
The boy was in the middle of another rant when Kikyou playfully shoved Inuyasha, causing him to bump into Kouga. Their eyes held each other's for a moment before Kouga slung an arm around Inuyasha's neck, ruffling his hair before continuing with his story.
Kagome's eyes widened as the back of his nails brushed against Inuyasha's collarbone, a slight blush tinting the blonde's cheeks as Kouga held him in place, pulling him further into the conversation and the group.
Inuyasha too?!
Kouga's head fell back as he laughed but didn't release his grip, and Inuyasha allowed it to happen, the blush never leaving his face as the brunette leaned his weight against him. They were focused on their classmates, but Kagome was watching them closer now, noticing all of their sideways glances.
Kikyou kept walking and stood beside Sango, a knowing smile on her face.
"You planned that."
Taisho scoffed and leaned back in his own chair, Kagome instantly missing the heat from his proximity. "How could I?"
She turned around in her chair, her knees brushing against his and causing her to blush again, but she met his gaze. "How could you possibly know that about him? About both of them?"
He rested his chin in his hand, mirth dancing in his amber eyes. "Am I so untrustworthy that you will not take me at my word?"
Kagome bristled before she bit her lip, rosy flesh caught between her teeth. It wasn't like he had inside knowledge of her class; she never mentioned names to Jak, not that it was his scene anyway. And what good would having that information do this man anyway? She bit down harder on her lip, trying to figure out how Taisho could've noticed so many secrets about her students in such a short amount of time.
Firm fingers brushed her chin, pulling her lip free of her teeth.
She jumped, eyes darting to his before stilling in her chair. The interest in his gaze was potent and Kagome struggled to remind herself that she was in the middle of work—in the middle of class—the urge to lean into the touch overwhelmingly powerful.
He seemed to notice, his pupils dilating as he slowly lowered his hand. "You should not aggravate your skin like that."
Her breath hitched in her throat, unable to look away. "Why?"
Had her voice always been that breathy?
Leaning closer, Taisho's gaze slid down to her mouth and heat pooled in the pit of her stomach, her hands twitching as thighs rubbed together.
"Because we are in public."
Blue eyes widened, images of sweaty skin and tangled limbs running through her head. Her tongue was feeling thick as she dragged it along her bottom lip, the heat intensifying as his eyes followed the motion.
"Do you—"
"Mr. Taisho, are these always this colour? And shape?"
Kagome froze as he rose fluidly to his feet, his fingers tracing lines of electricity up her arm as he passed by, before going into an explanation about the various types—and functions—of dildos. She sucked in a harsh breath, staring blanking at the wall beside her desk as she tried to calm the rapid beating of her heart.
She'd read about that level of chemistry in trashy, albeit stimulating romance novels, but she'd never personally experienced it.
Not even close.
Sucking in another breath, she steeled herself, then slowly turned around, hoping her face wasn't as red as it felt. Quickly checking the time, she gathered the class's attention and announced class was almost over and that they would need to return all the items.
Kikyou raised her hand once more. "Mr. Taisho, will you be coming back to teach us again?"
A smirk tugged at his lips, and he met Kagome's gaze. "I am sure that can be arranged. As long as the lovely doctor can work it into her schedule."
She swallowed and nodded stiffly, a few cheers erupting from the students before he gave a short bow. Then the bell rang, and Kagome quickly dismissed the class, relief mingling with apprehension at the thought of being alone with him.
And that it was her last class of the day.
She wanted to help him gather his things, she really did, that, but she was still glued to her chair. Taisho put everything back in his briefcase, the sharp click of the mechanism making her jump.
"You have an interesting class, doctor."
"Kagome," she said automatically, then cursed herself when he smirked at her.
"Kagome."
Yes, definitely a mistake to give him her first name, especially with the way it rolled off his tongue like liquid velvet.
"Thank you for today, I know they learned a lot."
Taisho raised an eyebrow at her.
"Well, even if they knew more than I thought, you still made it okay that they know it."
"Sex education is only effective if they are aware of every nuance."
She finally relaxed, giving him another grateful smile. "I'm glad we agree on something."
"I am sure we agree on more than that."
Kagome cocked her head to the side. "I'm not sure, you seem to have better intuition when it comes to my students than I do."
His movements were fluid as he walked towards her.
Purposeful.
"Again, I know what to look for. It is my job to know things about people that they may not yet know themselves. And the pleasures that they seek."
"I'm sure it helps with your shop. You knew right away how Sango and Miroku's relationship worked just from a few repeated words. And the reason behind Yura's obsession with Cat's Cradle. Plus Kouga and Inuyasha's secret, albeit mutual, crushes and I—"
"And you have never felt real pleasure before."
Her mind went blank, and she suddenly realized he was standing over her. Kagome's mouth went dry as she tried to string a coherent thought together.
"W-What? I'm not a—I've had—"
Strong hands grabbed onto the armrests of her chair, and she was forced to lean back as he leaned in.
"I was not implying you haven't experienced sex, just that it has not been good. The kind that has you arcing off the bed, nails digging into skin as you beg for more."
"Is that what happens with you?" Blue eyes widened in shock, her hands flying to her mouth as she processed her own words.
His pupils dilated, the ring of amber almost disappearing as the muscles in his arms flexed, fingers digging into the metal of her chair.
"Would you like to find out?" The invitation was soft, his voice barely above a whisper and electricity tingled the base of her spine at the thought that he was just affected by this as she was.
One hand released the armrest and grabbed hers, his thumb brushing over her skin before he brought it to his mouth, never breaking eye contact as he kissed her palm.
That dangerous heat returned but didn't stay in her stomach, washing over her like waves as his tongue delved into each crease. Her other hand clenched, nails biting into skin as she watched him worship her palm.
It was becoming hard to breathe.
She tried to pull away, something niggling at the back of her mind, telling her that this wasn't the place, but that thought also dissolved when he dragged his teeth along the inside of her wrist.
"You have not answered my question."
Question? There was a question?
He chuckled at the look of confusion on her face. "You were not paying attention to my lecture, Kagome. Were you distracted by something?" His tongue followed the path of his teeth and she squirmed, the colour in her cheeks only partially from embarrassment.
"The part about the importance of consent, Kagome."
Consent? What was he—oh.
"Yes…" The word was barely out of her mouth before his lips brushed against hers, swallowing the rest of her response as he used his grip on her wrist to pull her forward.
The electricity from before was nothing compared to the turbulent storm she was feeling now. He released her wrist and she wrapped her arm around his neck, pressing herself against as best she could while still sitting in her chair.
Kagome parted her lips and the heady taste of dark chocolate and mint exploded on her tongue. She couldn't tell if it was the flavour of his gloss or just him, but she wanted more.
Threading her fingers through in his hair, she delighted in the sound of his gasp when her nails dug into his scalp, his knee nudging her legs apart so he could balance himself on the seat of her chair. The pressure of him against the inside of her thighs wasn't enough and she strained to get closer.
And then he was pulling away.
Kagome's chest heaved as she stared up at him, the sense of confusion only overpowered by the sound of her blood pounding between her ears. She licked her lips, still able to taste him, the sight of him following the motion doing funny things to her already heated skin.
"Why did you stop?"
"Because we are in public."
The repeated line didn't do anything to quell her fever—especially with how his knee was still nestled between her thighs—but it brought a dark blush to her cheeks as she remembered they were still in her classroom.
She stiffened in mortification, and he frowned, then leaned down and claimed her lips again, eliciting a whimper from her. She clung to him, gripping his arms as her tongue sought his.
She should care that anyone could walk in on them, she really should, but the only care she currently had was wondering if every part of him was as intoxicating as his kiss.
He pulled away again but barely left an inch between them, his eyes boring down into hers.
"Do not be ashamed of giving into your instincts," he purred, brushing a wayward curl behind her ear. "Your passion runs deep, and I wish to taste every ounce of it."
His words ran over her and she shivered, goosebumps breaking out on her skin. Swallowing thickly, she nodded but didn't lean back in her chair, not even trying to fight the urge to be close to him anymore.
He seemed to notice, running his fingers through her hair. "You are extremely alluring."
She blushed more. "Thanks?"
Seeming to decide that putting some distance between them was best, he finally pulled his knee off her chair and stepped away from her. She mourned the loss but leaned into his touch when his fingers lingered along her jaw.
"Are you not told that more often?"
She let out a surprised laugh. "No, not really. People tend to see the lab coat first and assume that's the only side of me, I suppose."
"That is not what I noticed first."
Kagome crossed her legs, then rested her hand on her chin. "Don't tell me you're going to give me one of those typical male answers about my boobs or legs or something."
"I will thank you not to call me a typical male, considering I am anything but."
Thank goodness for that.
"Alright, what is your atypical male answer then?"
His expression was more sensual than smirk, but his eyes gleamed just the same. "I cannot reveal all my secrets on the first date."
Her elbow shifted off her knee in shock and she almost face planted into the floor. "First date? B-But this isn't—we're not—"
"I cannot decide if you are more enticing when you are embarrassed or turned on."
Clapping her hands over her cheeks, she tried to glare at him but found it difficult to keep his gaze. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves, then managed to narrow her eyes at him.
"This is not a date."
"Alas, and I was so hopeful."
She sputtered again, giving into the urge to stomp her feet. "That's not what I meant, and you know it! If you want a date, then you have to ask for one!"
"Feel free to ask me anytime then," he said, producing a business card and sliding it onto her desk.
Trying to get the upper hand, Kagome leaned back in her chair, purposefully ignoring the sleek stationary. "Maybe I don't want one."
The heated look returned to his face, his eyes changing from gold to molten amber, making Kagome squirm in her seat.
"But that would deny both of us of something we want."
She opened her mouth to refuse the idea again, but Taisho pulled her to her feet, pressing their bodies together and making her gasp.
Her hands automatically went to his shoulders, attempting to steady herself even though one of his arms was tightly wound around her waist. She hadn't realized how tall he was during his lecture, or even when he was hunched over her, but somehow their bodies still fit together.
A sharp hiss escaped her lips when he rolled his hips against her own.
"Do not make me beg, Kagome. It is unbecoming when restraints are not involved."
She cursed the way her name sounded on his tongue. And the vivid images that were currently parading around inside her mind.
She wanted him.
Badly.
He doesn't have to be so pompous about it.
"Do I get to see your shop?"
His smile was more akin to a predator having cornered its prey. "Planning on doing some shopping?"
"N-No! I've just never been in one before."
"I will be sure to show you everything then."
"Promise?" Her response was barely a whisper, but he heard it all the same, his chest expanding before his gaze slid down to her mouth. She leaned in as he lowered his head, meeting every stroke of his tongue and caress of his lips with her own.
His arm tightened around her waist as her fingers dug into his shoulders, both content to feel and taste. She wanted to keep going, to just enjoy herself and let him seduce her. But she enjoyed being employed as well, so she forced herself to pull back.
"We need to stop."
"Do we?"
She forced herself to laugh, trying to distract herself from how the bulge of his erection was pressing against her, but not in the right place.
"Yes. You wouldn't want me coming into your shop and throwing myself at you."
He chuckled, the sound full of dark promises. "Are you so sure?" Leaning in closer, he brushed his lips up the crux of her ear. "Perhaps you should try it and find out."
"Mr. Taisho—"
"Sesshoumaru. We are past the pretense of familiarity, are we not?"
"Sesshoumaru." Her breath hitched in her throat when he twitched against her stomach but kept going. "I'm not saying stop stop, just stop here. I'd like to keep my job."
"A siren with morals, pity." He was smirking, so she knew he wasn't too put out, especially when he grabbed her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist again. "Until next time then. For there will be a next time"
"Definitely." Her skin tingled where he'd kissed her and she didn't pull her hand away, enjoying the sensation of his lips skimming over her pulse point.
"I look forward to it." Taisho—Sesshoumaru—gave her a short bow, then turned with a flourish, only stopping to grab his briefcase before exiting the room. Kagome was only slightly disappointed that he didn't look back; she knew if he did, she really would be in danger of losing her job.
Long confident strides took him across the school courtyard, his fingers clasped tightly around the handle of his briefcase to keep him from returning to the doctor's room.
The sound of his name on her lips had almost destroyed him.
Sesshoumaru had had potent chemistry between his partners before—he saw no point in being physical without it—but every one of them had paled in comparison to the stimulating electricity that had shot through his body the instant he'd touched her.
He slid his tongue along his lips, grinning when the taste of her still lingered.
He'd almost made it to the front gate when his cell phone buzzed, the vibrations making him pause.
Had she changed her mind already?
Glancing at the screen, his shoulders slumped a little when a familiar name popped up.
You're leaving late.
The doctor and I had things to discuss for my next lecture.
Sure you did.
Sesshoumaru chuckled, picturing a pair of smug, disbelieving brown eyes staring back at him.
You are one to talk, considering the stunt you pulled today.
Did it work?
He looked around, then spotted a pair of bodies pinned up against a tree, their presence hidden from wandering eyes. Blonde and brunette hair was tangled together as each teen fought for dominance.
It appears so.
Took them long enough.
Indeed. Do not let them live it down. They owe you.
I've already made a list. Plus I won the bet against Miroku.
Will he concede defeat even with your interference?
We declared double or nothing last weekend if they got together after one of us personally 'helped'.
Clever girl.
Kikyou had always been observant, even as a child. It hadn't taken her long to figure out Kouga and Inuyasha suffered from too much pride and mutual pining. She'd been betting against Miroku for months that neither of them would make a move without help.
He'd told Kagome that Kikyou was fortunate to have a friend like Inuyahsa, but it went both ways: they'd been secretly safeguarding each other their whole lives. Kikyou was more subtle in her protection than Inuyasha was—the boy was brazen and obnoxious at the best of times—but they loved each other dearly. Plus, Kikyou had learned from a young age how to read body language and social cues.
Jakotsu had trained his little sister well.
Quickly remembering why he was at the school in the first place, he sent another text as he made his way to his car, thanking Jakotsu for setting the lecture up in the first place.
You're actually thanking me? Hold on, I need to screenshot this to commemorate the occasion.
The sarcasm is unnecessary.
Oh but it is! Kagome has been putting off your blind date for FOREVER! And now you're thanking me after meeting her for a couple hours without having any sexy time?
SHE is the one you have been trying to set me up with?
Isn't she lovely? Tell me you fell for her the second you saw her!
Sesshoumaru pursed his lips. His friend wasn't wrong, but he wasn't about to admit it.
She is interesting.
Interesting is enough for a second date!
We have not even had a first one yet.
At that thought, his lips curved up into a smile, anticipation coursing through his veins. No, they hadn't had a first date yet, but if her reaction had been anything to go by, it would be happening very soon.
A month.
It took her a month before she finally made it to his store.
Kagome's hand hovered over the door handle and she forced herself to grip the cool metal. A simple chime sounded as she crossed over the threshold and she looked around, her curiosity overrunning every other emotion.
She'd told him the truth before; she'd never been in a sex shop, so she didn't know what to expect.
But it wasn't this.
Her friends had always talked about places like this as if they were seedy and unkept, but although the items for sale were sexual in nature, the setup was that of a high-end department store.
It was smaller, but all the items looked expensive. Vibrators and dildos were on full display on the closest shelves—most of them in bright, vibrant colours. Some were even locked behind glass cages.
The store had all the typical 'adult' things: pornography, roleplay costumes, various bondage ties and harnesses, but Kagome's mouth dropped open when she came across a collection of what appeared to be decorative, glass dildos. She reached out and touched one, revelling in the delicate ridges.
"Do they strike your fancy?"
She jumped, managing not to knock the glass figures off the shelf. "N-No! I was just… They're really pretty I guess, but I can't imagine using one."
Sesshoumaru chuckled. "They are usually for display only, but I am sure there are those who find other uses for them."
"Display?! They actually leave these out in the open for people to see?"
"Most find it entertaining when their guests realize what they really are."
Kagome tried to imagine having one just nonchalantly laying on one of her bookshelves, then shook her head. "If I ever did that, I'd never hear the end of it."
"That would be the point."
She groaned, covering her face with her hands as she shook her head again, then squared her shoulders and turned to face him.
"Hi."
Her hand was already in his, his lips brushing against the inside of her wrist. "Hello."
Warm air tickled her skin but it was the look of desire and promise on his face that caused shivers to wrack her body. She'd known it would be like this, had been replaying their first encounter over and over in her mind since it had happened, but it still wasn't enough to prepare her for being close to him again.
She wanted to tear his clothes off.
And considering how expensive the sheer, magenta dress shirt and dark slacks looked, she'd probably have to give him an entire paycheque to reimburse him for it.
His lips twitched—he was wearing lipstick instead of gloss this time, the shade matching his shirt—and Kagome wondered how obvious her thoughts had been.
"Would you like a tour?"
She nodded and he intertwined their fingers, then led her down various aisles. Kagome wasn't a prude by any means, but she felt her blush deepening with every item he showed her.
Especially with how well-versed he was with all of their functions.
"Have you tried all of these?" The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. "Sorry, you don't have to answer that, it's totally your business. You just—well, you seem to know a lot about—but it's your store so of course you would—"
"Do these make you uncomfortable?"
This time she didn't hesitate. "No. Not at all."
"Your curiosity is purely about my experience with the items?"
Something in the way he said that had her pressing her thighs together and she suddenly realized there was no one else in the store with them. He tugged on her hand, leading her down an aisle of smaller vibrators, the kind that were attached to straps and meant to be worn in public.
"I prefer the items that increase stimulation." The low timber of his voice was intoxicating, and she didn't argue when he pulled her in front of him, his hands settling on her hips. "Ones that can be hidden while still bringing pleasure to those that need it most."
"I'd rather have the real thing."
One hand moved down her leg, then under the hem of her skirt. She'd worn one on purpose, the thought of his hands under it plaguing her all day.
"And why is that Kagome? When used properly, toys can be extremely useful."
"Ask me that after."
He chuckled into her hair, his teeth latching onto her ear as his fingers slid further up her thighs. "Did you come here strictly to seduce me?"
Her face was as pink as his shirt, but she managed to nod. "Is it working?"
"You seduce me by merely existing, dear one, you do not—" His words died in his throat as his fingers reached her hip, searching for the edge of her underwear but finding nothing.
Kagome bit her lip but peered at him over her shoulder, flipping her hair out of the way as she did so.
"You are not wearing—"
"I figured they weren't needed. Or that you wouldn't know if you didn't try anything."
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, thrusting his hips and now straining erection against her at the same time.
"'Not trying anything' was never an option." His mouth covered hers but she was ready for it, already parting her lips to the invasion of his tongue. The taste of chocolate was mixed with something floral this time and Kagome groaned at the heady combination, one arm snaking back around his neck.
The material of her skirt bunched between them as she pushed back against him, her thighs already slick with arousal. His grip on her hair tightened and then he was touching her, knuckles teasing her opening before a finger plunged inside. Kagome arched, her body shuddering as he swallowed her moan.
Inner walls clenching, she tugged at his other hand, prying it loose from her hair before pushing it under her sweater.
"Touch me… Please…"
He didn't need any more encouragement, yanking her bra up to release her breasts. He cupped the plump flesh, kneading it roughly before rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb. Gasping, she leaned over, using the nearest shelf to support her as his fingers became slick with her juices.
"I was wrong," Sesshoumaru rasped, pinching her nipple hard, "You are not a siren but a minx. Would you have let me fuck you in your classroom if I had pushed hard enough?"
"The thought—" she gasped, then ground back against him, "—had crossed my mind."
He added a third finger, but it still wasn't enough. Only the thin layer of his pants was separating them now and she reached behind her, grasping for a button, a zipper, anything that would allow her to feel more of him.
But then he was pulling his fingers out and the loss was so jarring that she whimpered, nails digging into the shelf.
"Why are you—don't stop—"
"I need to see you."
Kagome's face twisted in confusion, and she turned around on shaky legs, only for him to grab the bottom of her sweater and yank it over her head. He didn't even bother to pull it off all the way, her vision blocked as his hot, wet mouth latched onto her breast, teeth dragging against her skin as he sucked hard.
One arm was around her waist as she arced, the other hand parting her lips again, delving into her moist heat. Kagome cried out, the lack of sight heightening the sensations. Sucking in a harsh breath, she finally found the edges of her tangled sweater, pulling it the rest of the way off, only for his mouth to find hers once more.
His fingers mimicked the motions of his tongue, plundering and caressing at the same time. The coil in her stomach wound tighter and tighter, and she clutched his shoulders, slinging one leg over his hip to give him better access. His thumb found her clit, brushing then pressing and Kagome saw stars, moaning loudly into his mouth as she quivered around his fingers.
His chest was heaving as much as hers and Kagome found it soothing, the action washing away any lasting embarrassment at being topless inside a store that anyone could walk into at any time. She finally pulled back, the initial fever having receded slightly, and her eyes flickered towards the door.
"A little late for such thoughts," he crooned, bending to lavish her other breast with his tongue.
"Do you get a lot of late customers?" Slender hands buried themselves in his pale hair and she held him close, her flesh yearning for more of his attention.
"Frequently." He chuckled when she stiffened, dragging his tongue up between her breasts. "But I locked the door after you arrived."
"You were anticipating this?"
"I have been anticipating this since we first met." He tried to claim her lips again, but she grabbed his hand instead, taking the fingers that had been inside of her into her mouth and licking them clean. He hissed as he watched her, his digits twitching against her tongue.
"Not only a minx, but an assassin as well."
She blushed, then released his fingers. "I'm trying to seduce, not kill, remember?"
"With you they seem to be one and the same."
She gave him a sultry smile, then reached for his pants, only for him to push her hand out of the way. She gave him a questioning glance and he smirked, grabbing her ass and lifting her off of her feet. Adjusting quickly, Kagome wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning softly as his erection pressed against her core.
"Why did you stop me?"
"The shelves have a weight limit; the counter will be more appropriate." He moved swiftly to the front of the store. "Unless you would like to test out one of the swings I have on display."
"I never use swings on a first date."
"Perhaps on the second one then."
She wasn't sure how he got away with teasing her and teasing her at the same time, but she was thoroughly enjoying it. He sat her on the counter, but she didn't release him, thighs tightening as he tried to pull away.
"Patience, Kagome, there are protocols to follow." He untangled her legs, then placed a broad hand on her chest, forcing her to lie down as he hiked one of her legs over his shoulder. Her skirt was still gathered around her hips, but neither of them seemed inclined to remove it, their eyes on each other as he lowered his head between her thighs.
Kagome suddenly realized his lipstick was smeared across his mouth, and the thought of those same smears colouring her thighs had her arcing off the counter a full second before he dragged his tongue through her folds.
Pleasure shot through her, and she writhed against his mouth, crying out his name as her heels dug into his back. The slick appendage swirled around her clit, teasing the engorged bud before plunging deep inside her. He seemed to relish the taste of her, lavishing her inner walls as he pushed her thighs further apart.
She couldn't find purchase on the smooth surface of the counter, so Kagome grabbed his hair instead, grinding against his face as she felt the fever begin to build again. He hooked his hands under her knees and pushed her legs up, spreading her wide as he shoved his skilled tongue into her again and again.
A ragged keening noise escaped her lips as she teetered on the edge, Sesshoumaru's mouth now tracing lines along the underside of her thighs. She whimpered, softly begging him for release.
"D-Don't stop!"
"I am not stopping, I am tasting. I wish to savour all of you."
"Savour later, I need—it's too much—" She could see magenta stripes on her thighs and tried to pull him closer, but he was steadfast, staring up at her with heated eyes.
"Yes, tell me what you need, Kagome. What have you been craving in the weeks since I first tasted you?"
Tugging harder on his hair, she raised her hips up towards his face, but he slammed them back down again.
"You seem to have a habit for avoiding my questions, but I will not yield." He kissed the junction of her hip, his teeth nipping at her flesh. "No matter how strong the temptation."
"Temptation my ass—" She pushed herself up on her elbows, glaring at him. "You're the one who's been the one tempting me! You walked into my classroom with your perfect hair and makeup and then you give me a kiss that was a bigger turn on than any sex I've ever had and now you're demanding another answer when we're in the middle of…of… stuff and—"
Her tirade came to an abrupt halt when she finally met his gaze, the bottom dropping out of her stomach at the feral look on his face. She swallowed slowly as he leaned over her, an arm snaking underneath her to pull her into a sitting position, her body flush with his.
"Have you been touching yourself while thinking of me, dear one?"
The lie was on the tip of her tongue, but it refused to form on her lips. He pulled her to the edge of the counter, her knees brushing either side of his still clothed hips, and she ground her teeth together, her body buzzing with how close she was to release.
"If you will not voice your needs, I offer another solution." His hands travelled up her body, teasing her hips before he brushed the underside of her breasts. Kagome moaned softly, arcing against his touch.
Desire darkened his eyes.
"Are you always this sensitive?"
She grabbed onto his arms as his touch became more insistent. "N-No… Just with y-you…"
One hand grabbed her ass and yanked her even closer, grinding their hips together as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"Tell me, Kagome. Tell me what you do to yourself when you think of me."
She would've taken the secret to her grave if not for the desperation in his voice. Her ankles locked together at the small of his back and she pushed him before tugging at the waistband of his pants.
"Take these off and I will."
A breath chuckle sounded in her ear. "Tell me and I will take them off."
Kagome groaned in frustration. "Why does it matter? Nothing I do to myself comes close to what you're doing."
"I am aware, but I still wish to hear about it." The feel of his teeth against her shoulder had her head lulling back, her fever building back up to its pitch.
How was it that a simple touch had her head spinning like she'd spent too much time on a rollercoaster? It had been the same when he kissed her—she'd felt his hands on her for days, had burned for him for days, but nothing she'd done had made a difference.
"I tried… I tried to do what you did… When you kissed me. But nothing worked."
"Why not?"
"Because I kept imagining you touching me but it was only me… My hands instead of yours."
"Show me."
She whimpered but was too caught up in how his body was moving against hers to care. Her hands left his arms, one sliding up her body to clasp at her breasts, pinching the hardened buds as the other travelled down her stomach.
She teased her clit, jerking against the counter before she pushed two fingers inside herself. "Please… Sesshoumaru… It's not enough… It was never enough. Every night, I tried—I need you to touch me. To—"
Her hands were yanked out of the way, and she gasped as she was shoved back down onto the counter. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other finally undoing his zipper and releasing his erection. She should've been concerned with the size but the need to have him inside her override any logic and she tightened her legs around him, trying to pull him closer.
Gripping his cock, Sesshoumaru ground it against her core, drenching it in her arousal. She made an impatient noise, her hips lifting off the counter. The move caught him off guard and the head slipped inside her, her inner walls instantly clamping down around him. She watched the muscles in his jaw clench as he repositioned himself, then pushed forward, taking her all the way to the hilt.
The fluorescent lighting of the sex shop melted away and all she saw—all she felt—was him. It only took one thrust for her to cry out his name. Another to remind her to breathe.
And then he was pounding into her, her own name spilling out of his mouth between low growls that reverberated in the back of his throat. She wished she'd had the forethought to make him strip before, because all she wanted now was to feel his skin on hers.
Her skirt was in the way.
And so was his shirt.
She broke free of his grip, uncaring of the scratches left by his nails, then tried to undo his buttons, giving up after the first one and ripping the folds apart. The thread yielded quickly, the buttons bouncing off the floor.
Then her hands were on him, fingers delving into the ridges of his chest and stomach. He jerked, her touch interrupting the steady rhythm of his thrusts.
"If I'd let you—" she sucked in a ragged breath, the head of his cock hitting a particularly sensitive spot, "—is this what you would've done to me in my classroom?"
Her nails dug into his skin as he grabbed her hair, exposing her neck to his teeth. "If you had let me, you would have been dragged from that room before I even uttered my name to your students."
Kagome already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it anyway. "Why?"
His mouth and hips paused at the same time, his cock only a single, tantalizing inch inside her. Slowly pulling back, his gaze met hers, something swirling within the golden depths before he smirked at her.
"Because I wanted to fuck you the moment I laid eyes on you."
The slightest tilt of her chin was all the invitation he needed.
Not that he needed an invitation at all; the collar of his shirt was already bunched between her fingers, and she was pulling him down, her tongue seeking his as he closed the distance between their bodies.
And then he was inside her again.
Kagome mewed, sucking on his tongue and then his lower lip. He grabbed her by the ass, lifting her off the counter before spinning around, leaning back against it as he bounced her off his cock. His hips thrust up every time she came down and she clung to his shoulders, coherent thoughts becoming more and more difficult.
Breaking the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck, panting in his ear as she careened closer and closer to the edge. She wanted to tell him how good he felt, how good he was making her feel, but the words wouldn't form.
All she could do was moan his name as the coil in her stomach was pulled taught and then snapped, her inner walls tightening around him like a vice. His hips bucked, and he slammed into her once more before crying out and emptying himself inside her.
Their heavy pants were the only sound in the store as they came down from their high. The tension slowly left her body and she slumped against him, her heart beating hard and rapid against her ribs. She rested her head against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed as she inhaled deeply.
"Do you always smell this good? Or is it a post-sex thing?"
Sesshoumaru chuckled into her hair, placing a soft kiss on her temple. The action did funny things to her already fluttering stomach and she returned the favour, brushing her lips against his throat. Deciding she might as well put everything on the line, especially since her face was currently hidden from his penetrating gaze, she pushed the issue.
"Are you going to let me smell you again? After sex I mean."
"You are welcome to smell me anytime you feel the inclination to do so."
She smiled, her arms tightening around his neck. "I might 'get the inclination' a lot."
"Perhaps I should hire you to work here part-time then. It would give you the opportunity to give into your desires as often as you liked."
Finally pulling back, she looked up at him, wondering if he'd intended the innuendo as much as it sounded like he did.
Golden eyes dance with mirth and she couldn't help but laugh. "Are you this obvious with all the people you have sex with in your store?" She'd meant it to be a casual, light-hearted comment, but she suddenly felt vulnerable, her fingers brushing the hair at the nape of his neck.
"I would not know. You are the first it has happened with."
She felt her body sag in relief and then his forehead touched hers, pale lashes laying against his cheeks. He looked so peaceful, but her mind was running a mile a minute.
"Do you like sex? I mean the sex we had—obviously you like sex since you own this store—but do you like having sex with me like this? 'Cause I liked having it with you and want to do it again, but don't feel obligated just because we—"
"Put your fears to rest, Kagome. You are not a one-time fling, I will be having you again. Repeatedly."
"Good." She shifted slightly, then looked around the shop. "Have you actually used all of these things before?"
His tongue curled around her ear and she shivered, heat pooling in her stomach as she felt him harden inside her again. "Do you have any requests?"
Biting her lip, she gave him a guilty look. "Maybe…"
"Choose wisely then, doctor, and I will give you a thorough tutorial."
And he was extremely thorough. So much so, that it took them another month to get through them all.