That's the spot, yes—yes—you're so good Inuyasha…
She was spread before him, her back arching and her toes curling.

Her arousal was his ambrosia, and he drank it up while he licked at the nib between her legs, the one that was hidden in the dark curls of…

A snap of a branch above him knocked Inuyasha out of his fantasy. Fucking birds. If he was not so preoccupied with staying hidden, he would turn those feather brains into dinner. They were lucky that he had finally found his way to a nice hiding place in the woods, away from everyone, to relieve the stress of the day, and he wasn't going to give away his position. There were branches that hid him, that hid his activities.

Kagome had been riding his back that day.
All day.
She was sweating.
Did she know she was sweating?
And that her sweat smelled like things that made him crazy?

Three years of traveling together… one would think that he would be used to Kagome's scent by now, but n-o-o-o-o, it had grown on him, taken root, and now drove inside of him an insatiable hunger to seek it out and snuffle in it.

Yeah. Kagome smelled good.
Before he knew it, he was running away and hiding from her. Then he was running farther away and hiding in a tree. Then… well… he had an established routine now.

Kagome sweated, Inuyasha scrambled up the tree.
Kagome bent over, Inuyasha scurried toward the forest.
Kagome rode his back, Inuyasha went "fishing."
Kagome… just did nothing? Yeahhhh.

Inuyasha didn't have a problem; he didn't.

But today? Kagome had sweated, bent over, rode his back, and existed. What was he to do except sneak away to take care of things?

"Kagome…"
The fucking asshole bird had flown away. Time to resume his training.

She was undressed, crawling on all fours towards him. The unblemished skin of her breasts dripping with water (he couldn't tell if he should thank or beat his youthful naïve self for spying on Kagome in the river that one time—probably both).

Beat something.
He was doing far more of that than any hanyō should. But how could he help it?

Inuyasha… you're all I think about.
There she was, her mouth slightly agape, crawling toward him again. Naked, ready to rut. For him.

Closer… closer… kneeling down right in front of him.
Grabbing the ties of his hakama and releasing him.
Licking her lips and unwinding his fundoshi.
Then leaning forward, opening her mouth and…

Another rustle.
Another bird.

Inuyasha was going to hunt down every fucking bird in the entire god-forsaken forest if those little shits kept interrupting him. This was him time. This kept him from doing something really stupid, like (god forbid) telling Kagome she smelled nice today.

One more time.

He just needed to concentrate. At this rate, someone would come looking for him, and he really really needed to release the tension. Usually when he partook in some "alone time", he left his suikan closed and slipped his hakama down ever-so-slightly, so that in an emergency he could tuck the evidence away, like he was just randomly up a tree because reasons.

That was not going to cut it this time. This was going to take drastic measures. He needed extra stimulation. A nice breeze tickling his skin and teasing him (like the imaginary Kagome in his head would be doing).

And after two bird false-alarms, he really needed to shut everything out. It would be a fuckton worse to head back to camp unfulfilled. That always made him extra surly, and no one needed him to be extra surly.

Inuyasha wriggled out of his hakama, then untied his fundoshi.
He was already hard enough that it hurt.
Unsurprising given that the intoxicating Kagome smell had seeped into his suikan.

This improvisation was needed, but still it was dangerous. It disrupted Inuyasha's careful routine, where first, he found his hiding place. Then, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander. Then, he also let his hands wander until his mind and hands worked in congress. He was pretty careful like that, because he knew when he was fully occupied, all senses dropped away except—well, the really really good feelings of what he was doing with his hands (and what he was picturing with his brain).

He'd never been caught, and this hiding place was good, so he would just get to it.
What could possibly go wrong?

"Kagome…" Inuyasha closed his eyes again, and he wrapped his hand around his dick. Fuck it felt good. This was not going to take very long.

Inuyasha, I want you so badly.
She was on her knees again, back kneeling in front of him.
Opening her mouth and taking him in.

Inuyasha matched his strokes to Kagome bobbing her head, up and down, up and down.

You taste so good!
She said, even while her mouth was full of his cock because fuck reality she could purr his name if he wanted her to.

Her sweat had soaked his suikan so thoroughly that day that there was no need to snuffle. Awesome.

Inuyasha.
Imaginary Kagome's mouth felt amazing. Her breasts bounced and her bright brown eyes stared up at him. You are my dream. I want you. I want to be your wife. I want to bear your children.

"Then turn around…" Inuyasha hadn't meant to say that out loud, but he was committed now.

So she did, releasing his dick from her mouth and wiggling that perfect round ass in the air, ready, dripping, waiting for him to lean forward and…

Fuck me, Inuyasha! Please me!
Oh, he would be pleasing Kagome. He would learn every curve of her body. He would figure out every crevice and cranny that could make her moan. He would lick her juices and worship her breasts and sample every inch of her skin with his tongue.

And he sure would fuck her. Slow and gentle at first, getting her used to his girth. Then he would increase his speed and intensity.

Inuyasha… Inuyasha!.. INUYASHA!
She would tremble under the power of his thrusts, taking all of him in, loving it, loving him, relishing in his feral side. Drunk on being fucked so thoroughly that she would not be able to stand (he would carry her, of course).

"Kagome…"
Inuyasha was close now. He knew that he would be. The moment he pictured himself fucking her from behind, skin slapping skin, nearly always did him in. The world had fallen away; all that was there was Kagome's sweet voice crying his name and his hand stroking up and down his dick. "Kagome—Kagome!"

Inuyasha! Inuyasha! She was crying his name with every thrust. She was whimpering as he fucked her faster and faster and—

"Kagome!" Inuyasha had not meant to yell. He really hadn't, but… well, mission accomplished.

"Well well well…" Bird calls had started to sound like—wait. Wait. "Our hanyō sure has grown up!" That was a voice. An annoying voice. The giggling voice of the worst person that could possibly have discovered Inuyasha's secret. "And what man has not at times partaken in such an—"

"Shut the fuck up, bouzu!" Inuyasha tried to hide the evidence, scrambling back into his (now-messy) fundoshi. He could feel his entire body turning as red as his damn robes.

"Inuyasha! It's only natural to explore your growing body!" Miroku giggled, staring up into the very thicket that Inuyasha had retreated into.

"I will fucking kill you!" Inuyasha stood up on the branch, still tucking his bare chest into his suikan.

"There, there, dear friend." Miroku's continued laughter was not making Inuyasha any less murder-y. "No need to get defensive! No wonder you always—"

"Do not finish that sentence!" Inuyasha tumbled out of his tree. No one would miss Miroku, would they? Because right now his options seemed to be either kill Miroku or crawl in a hole and die.

"Miroku? Did you find Inuyasha?"
No. That voice, the one he would never forget, Kagome's, had almost discovered them.

It was official. Inuyasha was going to need to find a way to kill Miroku or die really quickly before Kagome could get there. Before Miroku could—

"I'd forgotten that Inuyasha said he wanted to wash off," Miroku called back. Was Miroku covering for him? "I'll try finding him along the river. I'm sure he wants some privacy."

Fucking fuck, Miroku was covering for him.

"Oh, right, okay." Kagome's voice had blessedly started receding again.

"Go and wash off," Miroku murmured, his giggles now giving way to something paternal. "Personally, I think you should tell her, but…" The bouzu waggled his eyebrows. "If you ever need more private time, I've got your back."

"Fuck you, bouzu." Inuyasha tried to growl, but his heart wasn't in it. Inuyasha slumped to hide the front of himself from Miroku, his shame now tucked under his robes. He knew his ears were drooping, because he still was thinking through the maybe-dying-would-be-easier solution to all this. But for some reason, Miroku had not continued to make fun of him. It stumped him into finally speaking again. "W-why?"

"Because it's what friends do," Miroku answered matter-of-factly. "And because, when you are becoming a man and starting to get those delightful masculine urges—"

"Stop… talking," Inuyasha snarled as loudly as he dared. "But th—thanks."

"Anytime," Miroku winked, and headed back to camp. Just before he had disappeared, he paused and looked at Inuyasha one more time. "You should tell her. Because she feels the same way about you."

Before Inuyasha could try to parse what the fuck Miroku meant, the bouzu was gone.

Feels… the same way… about… me?
Inuyasha had never actually let himself have that fantasy. It felt like catching smoke with his hands. But… she always smiled when she saw him. She sighed when he crouched down to carry her. She always looked for him when he disappeared.

And… that scent, that intoxicating scent of her was… not just from sweat.
It was why his fantasies were always so easy to grasp. Because the Kagome of his fantasies was a lot like the Kagome he got to see every day (though that naked river spying that one time certainly helped). The Kagome that feels the same way.

Maybe it was finally time to come down from hiding in trees and fantasizing.
Maybe it was finally time to go out on a limb and tell Kagome how he felt.

Because if she felt the same way, Inuyasha was sure of one thing. If he got to do even a fraction of the things he fantasized about to Kagome with Kagome, he would need to find much much better hiding places.