Dangerous Addiction
Summary: Botan has never considered him more than a friend, an ally that she isn't particularly that close with even. But after that night everything's changed between them and now she finds herself dangerously attracted to him. And Kurama? He doesn't help either.
Chapter 1
"Stay still," Kurama's voice reverberated in the slight darkness. Botan could see the tiny hint of a pink tinge coloring his cheeks as the moonlight illuminated the dark room with a faint blue through the slightly opened curtains.
The ferry girl wanted to question a lot of things but his soft command rendered her speechless, her body as stiff as a statue as his index finger trailed languidly down the round outline of her cheek. They laid there on the bed; their legs tangled around each other as the redhead hovered over her, both hands at each side of her head as his strands of crimson mane fell over her like soft feathers.
How did they end up like this? The sound of the waves softly crashing against the rocks could be heard distantly from afar as Botan tried to recall the course of events that took place. She could barely remember the whole group hanging out at Kuwabara's room, playing poker the whole time with the exception of Hiei who insisted that it was a stupid game. Hiei and Kuwabara were engaged in another petty mouth-war when Shizuru had taken out her booze. They drank a little and then... what? She couldn't prod her fuzzy mind as she felt the bed shift, and realized the half-demon pinning her down to the bed had inched closer and tilted his head to the side to nibble at her earlobe. The mere act of it sent a shiver down her spine.
Whatever happened, there was only one thing Botan was sure of: they were both drunk and probably on the verge of doing something stupid.
The ferry girl willed herself to move, placing one hand on Kurama's chest as she tried, albeit weakfully, to push him off of her. Her body wouldn't listen to her as she couldn't exert any strength at all into her shove.
"Kurama, wait a sec..." the only thing she could manage was a hushed, meek whisper as she felt his mouth begin to dart downwards to the side of her neck. "We can't do this."
There was only a brief pause as Kurama parted his lips to allow his tongue to exit and lick at the sweat that trickled down her porcelain skin. "Relax. You only have to feel. Stop tensing up."
Easy for him to say. There was no way she could resist him even if she was clear-headed, much less when her mind was halfly taken over by the influence of alcohol. Kurama was an attractive man; he was sought after in both his human and demon forms and to think such a man was paying this much attention to her was outright incredulous. Of course, she felt honored but Kurama wasn't even in the right state of mind. She wasn't sure why but the fox seemed to be even more intoxicated than she was; seemingly unable to handle his share of alcohol. And as flattering as it was to be the subject of desire of someone who could have any girl he wanted at his feet, Botan felt it was wrong to do this when they were both clearly drunk.
That said, it was difficult to do anything when she was on the receiving end of someone a hundred times stronger than her. Her situation was made worse by her energy sapping away due to her having too much to drink. If only she could clear away the muddiness from her head then she could have summoned her oar and snapped some sense into the fox. Not that he probably wouldn't be able to avoid her though. She was pretty sure he was very much capable of that even though he was more than mildly tipsy.
Panic overtook her already raging nerves as the former thief began to undress her, his fingers deftly plucking her buttons off of the white shirt she wore. She went to grip at his hand in the hopes that Kurama would get the message and back off, a blush creeping up her face as he simply proceeded to ignore her, pushing her shirt aside and revealing the lacy bra that laid underneath. He pulled apart a little to examine her, admiring the soft flush of her skin as he scrutinised the piece of fabric that supported her breasts. Biting his lower lip, Kurama reached to poke at the top of one mound, raking his nail infuriatingly slowly down her breast until he met the padding of her bra, where he curled his digit around the top of the undergarment, pulling it slightly before letting go and watching it snap against her skin.
"This," he breathed out, pointing at her bra, "has to go." And as he uttered that, he curled his finger around one strap, promptly sliding it off her shoulder. He eyed her, lust slowly beginning to build deep within the depths of his green orbs as he ogled her like a little kid drooling over a candy shop.
Before she knew it, Kurama had pulled down both of her straps and was already reaching behind her back to undo the clasping of her bra. But she had no time to stop him as she felt the piece of fabric come undone, now merely hanging loosely over her breasts. Kurama tried to take it off of her but Botan flung her arms to her chest, determined not to let this go any further. There was a hint of impatience in his desire-filled eyes, his lips thinning to form a scowl as he stared down at her.
"Don't hide yourself from me," he told her, his tone a gentle order as he wrapped his hands around her wrists, tenderly pulling them away from her bosom. "Let me see you."
"But," Botan started even as she allowed him to uncover her, the bright red warming her cheeks now deepening into a darker shade, "this isn't right. You're not thinking clearly, Kurama. We can't."
"Perhaps," he answered absent-mindedly, more focused on touching her as he cupped one mound with one hand and planted hot, open-mouthed kisses over the other one. His warm breath caused goosebumps to rise on her skin as it fanned over her cold flesh. "But it's too late to back out now. It's going to be hard for both you and I if we were to stop now."
The ferry girl wanted to tell him he was wrong but she couldn't deny the puddle of heat beginning to form between her legs. She had no doubt that Kurama's ultra sensitive nose could smell her arousal, thus why he paid no heed to her meek objections from earlier. They weren't really that close and it wasn't as if Botan had serious romantic feelings for him and she was pretty confident that he harbored no such thing for her either - but he was very good-looking and it would be a lie to say that she hadn't felt attracted to him at least once. Being a grim reaper also meant that she was too busy ferrying spirits to where they belonged for any indication of intimacy; it had been a long time since anyone had made her feel wanted. Moreover, this was Kurama. Could any girl in their right mind actually resist?
Botan still didn't feel it right to slip between the sheets with a man while drunk, even if she did know him, but she had no will to fight him off. She would probably regret this when morning comes but god, how could she say no when he was looking at her like that?
The redhead kept his eyes on her, not breaking off eye contact as he darted his tongue out to roll the wet appendage around her perky nipple, before flicking it firmly and enveloping it into his mouth. He suckled on her nub as her other one hardened under his palm, to which he began to rub it harshly with his thumb. Botan's body shook, breathy pants leaving her as Kurama continued to give her a few flicks and swirls of his tongue here and there, occassionally sucking on her sensitive tit as his free hand trailed dangerously lower to the hem of her skirt.
Kurama gave one final suck before he pulled his lips apart, her nipple popping out his lips in a wet, resounding sound that made her ears flush a dark shade of crimson. His fingers brushed against the top of her skirt, tugging before looking for the zipper at the side. When he found it, the fox pulled it down, sliding his hand inside and gliding it off of her slowly from her knees to her toes. He uncaringy discarded it over his shoulder, unbothered of where it landed as he directed his hungry gaze to the wetness seeping through the ferry girl's panties. A feral, guttural growl involutarily erupted out of his throat at the sight of her juices sliding down her legs.
"You're already this drenched?" he panted with an audible, frustrated groan as he gestured two fingers on her soaked underwear, rubbing her idly through the rough fabric. "That's... really erotic."
Botan felt blood rush to her face yet again at his words, her core tingling at the way he was taking her in, leering at her.
"You didn't have to say that aloud," she retorted weakly with a low, embarrassed murmur, promptly clamping her thighs shut. Her action gaining another scowl from the fox as red brows furrowed at her.
"But it's true," he insisted, hands making swift motion as he put them on her flushed knees, trying to push them apart. He only managed halfway before she closed them again. Botan could practically feel the frustration brewing within him as he spoke again, "I told you not to hide from me." He heaved a soft sigh. "Spread your legs."
Kurama's tone was gentle, but the demand was evidently lying dormant underneath. But Botan still didn't move, whirling her head to the side to avoid his unwavering gaze.
Another sigh escaped him, this time seemingly restlessly eager. "Very well then," he gave up but grabbed ahold of her ankles instead, ignoring the yelp of surprise and indignant cry of his name that he elicited from her as he swiftly lifted her legs to her chest, his stare directed towards the jewel peeking through her supple, crushed thighs. "This will do."
Botan abruptly felt self-conscious of herself as she could feel her own juices dribble down in between her plump ass cheeks.
"D-don't look!" she cried out, wanting to cover herself but unable to do nothing in her position, her arms flying to her eyes in a futile attempt to cower away from his gaze as her face turned as red as a tomato.
"No," came his outright response, the single word accompanied with the sound of his ragged breathing. "This place here," she felt him jab a finger lazily at her core, a startled gasp inadvertently escaping her lips, "looks so naughty I can't take my eyes off of it."
Botan hid her face in her palms, beginning to feel dizzy from all the blood rushing to her head. She didn't know Kurama would or even could be so vocal about it. He always seemed so aloof but now he was admiring her so openly it made her mind all fuzzy.
"You twitched." He gave out a low, husky chuckle. "I suppose you liked that. I didn't take you for the type who gets turned on over dirty talk, Botan."
Who doesn't?! Botan wanted to scream out in frustration but could only manage to do so in her thoughts, tears of shame forming at the corners of her eyes. Stop talking like that or I'm gonna go nuts!
"Hm," he lazily hummed to himself. "No comebacks, huh?" A faint smirk teased at the edges of his lips. "Although that's fine, too. I can see right through how you really feel anyway."
Did he really to rub that in her face? The ferry girl shot him an angry yet embarrassed glare, but the fox justified her with no reaction, his orbs more focused on her slick womanhood. There was a short silence before he told her,
"I'm going to touch you now."
And then without warning, he placed a thumb firmly against her clit, rubbing harsh little circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her reaction came almost instantly, a slew of moans reaching his ears as he continued to slide his index and middle fingers up and down her moist entrance, his pace rapid and harsh as he watched the juices flow out of her.
"Your body is quite sensitive," Kurama remarked more to himself, studying her face as he would study an opponent. He regarded her with great interest, the sexual appetite he had for her clearly reflecting in the dark look in his pools of green. "That makes this all the more enjoyable."
"Don't s-say that!" she yelped in the midst of breathy pants and loud whimpers.
"Why? Afraid that you'll feel it too much?" he teased with a feral grin creeping up his lips, "You're so adorable, Botan." As he said this, he intensified his actions, shifting his hand to push his middle and ring digits into her, watching as her eyes widened in startled pleasure and her mewls rose in volume. He held her ankles in one fist, relishing in the way her legs trembled and toes curled under his assault.
"Wait, I-" But Botan failed to voice out a coherent sentence as Kurama began to move, ramming his fingers deep and hard into her, his motions so fast that it made her mind go blank almost immediately. Obscene squelching sounds reverberated in the room as he thrusted in and out of her, further serving to heighten her senses. Her thighs parted open and felled limply down to Kurama's hips as he released his hold on her, letting her wrap her legs around his waist.
He buried his head into the crook of her neck, tongue darting out to lap at the burning flesh there as he listened to her scream out his name. Spreading his fingers around inside her, the fox proceeded to search for that spot within her, knowing he found it as Botan's hands flung to his shoulders, nails digging sharply into his skin and drawing out blood as she broke out into a harsher slew of pleasured mewls. A growl erupted from his throat as he felt her walls clamp down tightly around his digits, almost as if sucking him in. Flicking his wrists, Kurama curled and drilled his fingers into her with newfound strength, fingering her hard enough to force her hips up and down the bed in synchronisation with his movements.
"Kurama, I can't..." Botan whimpered out in a shaky breath, feeling herself drown into pleasure as the sensations became too much.
"Yeah," he panted out, licking along the shell of her ear as her head had tilted to the side in the midst of all the ecstasy. He eyed her quivering lips as he whispered against her a soft, yet firm command, "come for me."
That was it. At his words, Botan felt herself give in, her whole body shaking as she reached her peak, her climax tearing into her and making her weak in the knees. The cum that flooded out of her splattered all over his fingers and pants, drenching the sheets as he pulled out of her, bringing his digits to his lips and seductively leering down at her as he lapped her juices off, taking a moment to taste her.
The ferry girl felt another blush warm her cheeks as he licked her cum off his fingers, his eyes flashing gold for a moment and seeming to glint in the darkness as he kept his gaze on her. She was embarrassed but felt inclined not to break eye contact as his stare kept her still and demanded her attention.
"That felt good, didn't it?" he asked her, even though he didn't expect a reply. His voice was dark and husky, laced heavily with suppressed desire as he seized her hips in a tight grip, lifting her lower half nearly off the bed as her butt collided with his firm chest. He wrapped her legs around his neck, her lower back pressing against his lap as he stared down at her, her womanhood a mere hair's breadth away from his lips as he purposely blew a hot breath over her over-stimulated pussy. It twitched and he resisted the urge to swallow her whole right then and there.
He looked up to peer at her with questioning eyes, brows arched in a quizzical manner. "May I?"
It took her a moment before she could properly answer as her breathing was ragged, her chest moving up and down rapidly and legs still mildly shaky from all her previous orgasm. She wasn't sure if she could take more but found that she felt no desire to refuse. A puff of air escaped her as she reciprocated his gaze with a deadpanned one.
"Do you really need to ask for permission at this point?" After fingering her until she squirted all over the mattress? Really? This man was so infuriating. Her brows creased in slight needy frustration. "Just... do whatever you want with me."
Kurama seemed to smile, his eyes brightening up like a child's at her granted permission. "Alright."
Botan didn't have to wait long; as instantly as he said that, she felt a warm, wet appendage come into contact with her damp pussy lips. His tongue was soft against her, a direct contract to the roughness of his callous fingers earlier.
He gave her a tentative lick, before he began to lap at her entrance up and down, moving with a speed that left his mouth sore almost instantly. He had wanted to take his time with her and savour her taste even longer but he couldn't help it. She tasted so damn good. The hardening member pushing against his jeans felt almost painful as the all too familiar cries of pleasure rang in his ears. The throaty groan that he involuntarily let out was muffled as he flicked his tongue up and down her slick core, pushing it inside of her until it couldn't go in any further and hitting all the right spots as he drilled it in and out of her in a fast rate. The ferry girl was reduced into a hot, shivering and crying mess as he proceeded pull out, only to swirl his tongue around her clit before wrapping his lips around it, flicking his tongue against her even as her pussy was still lodged in his mouth. He shook his side to side violently and he could have sworn the whimpers of ecstasy that he elicited from her were the most beautiful sounds he had the pleasure of hearing.
Kurama sucked hard before he released her clit, promptly licking her up and down with increased speed, swallowing each drop of her that he possibly could. Her juices dripped down his chin and he fought back the urge to touch himself as Botan began to buck her hips wildly against his mouth, uncaring of whether or not she was wetting his face, lost completely in all the pleasure. Good lord, he wanted her. He wanted her so much it hurt.
He felt her walls spasm and felt them clamp down on his tongue, a telltale sign of another oncoming orgasm. He grunted and stroked her pussy with his tongue as swiftly as he could, his motions so swift it left her breathless, tears drizzling down her cheeks as the sensations became all too much for the ferry girl to take.
"Let me see you go over the edge again, Botan," he husked against her. "Don't hold back. Come in my mouth. I'll gulp down every drop."
Botan whimpered, unable to hold back anymore as his words only served to push her over the edge. Back arching and lips trembling, she cried out his name as the puddle of heat exploded within her, her cum squirting all over his face as the fox greedily lapped up all of it and true to his promise, he swallowed each drop, making sure none escaped.
The grim reaper's legs fell to his waist in a limp, quivering mess as he let go, pulling back slightly to undo his belt and tug down the zipper of his jeans, shrugging it off of him with a sense of urgency anyone would understand at this point.
Dark eyelashes weakly fluttered open to reveal purple orbs as the sound of clothes rustling reached her ears. Botan looked down to see the huge, thick member standing erect between the half-demon's legs. Kurama gave out a breathy pant, his voice raspy as he uttered,
"I can't wait any longer, Botan. I'm putting it in."
Botan trembled but nodded. She just came; twice, at that - but it would be unfair to stop at this point. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. And she wanted him to feel good as well.
Kurama swallowed a lump in his throat as he guided his member to her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock between her pussy lips and against her sensitive clit as he teased her, prepared her for what was coming. Heaving a sigh, he placed his hands under her knees, wrapping her around his waist.
"Tell me if it hurts," he told her before he buried himself hilt-deep into her.
Botan's eyes broadened in startled pleasure as a gasp left her, her back arching in the air as she felt him fill her up to the very end. He was so big! She couldn't remember if she had anything this big inside her before but could only know that it was the first time she felt this good. It hurt a little, but the pleasure that came with it overweight that by a million times more. She hoped Kurama wouldn't ask if he could move, and he didn't; appearing as if he had lost all sense of control he previously had as he didn't wait for her to get used to the size of him and rammed into her hard and fast, his breathing ragged, although not as much as hers.
"God, yes," he growled out, the sound almost animalistic as it rumbled in his chest. The sound of skin slapping skin was so loud and obscene but neither of the two seemed to care. He pulled almost all the way out of her before sinking into her yet again with a rough buck of his hips. Botan tried to be quiet but couldn't really help the string of moans that slipped uncontrollably out of her as he aggressively took her, thrusting in and out of her with a speed that could have broken a normal human into two.
The bed creaked and threatened to break under the brute force of their sex, but Kurama couldn't give a damn. Fucking her felt so goddamn amazing. Her pussy was so tight yet very wet and sloppy at the same time that it was so easy to thrust into her, insides clenched around him so well that it reduced him into an unstoppable beast. His hands grabbed at her waist, not exactly gripping but guiding her against him. Botan got the message and bucked her hips against his, the slapping of her ass against his balls urgent and lacking any technique but serving to perfectly increase their pleasure tenfold.
Kurama pulled his head back as he let out a low growl of appreciation at the feel of her, his cock sliding in and out of her in an inhuman speed. He could feel himself drowning in the feeling of her wet cavern hugging his dick as he pounded into her mercilessly, loving the way she cried out and begged for more, uncaring if anyone heard them.
"Kurama, I'm-!" Botan wanted to say but her words were reduced to sharp whimpers of pure pleasure. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, drool now trickling out the corner of her mouth and down her chin.
"Yeah, me too," Kurama panted out, a lustful chuckle escaping his lips as he increased the force of his ministrations, drilling into her with a faster and harder pace, his cock reaching deeper into her. His fingers reached for her swollen clit, roughly rubbing it side to side to further push her to the point of orgasm.
Botan tried to hold out but failed miserably; feeling it so easy to lose herself in all the ecstasy as she was being taken so violently by the fox who was desired by all women. She couldn't even recognize the sounds that left her, wanting so desperately to come all over his cock.
"Inside," Botan pleaded as Kurama bent down to lick at the tears that peeked through the edge of her eyelids. "Please." Her voice was barely above a hushed whisper but it was more than enough to drive him insane.
Kurama crushed his lips against hers as her walls tightened around him - he felt her unravel, their sweat glistening off their bodies as Botan felled apart into pure bliss, her legs giving out as she moaned out his name against his lips, the sound muffled by his tongue as he drove it deep into her mouth. Their tongue met and intertwined, the kiss sloppy and teeth bumping as she felt him continue to ram himself into her, now focused on his own release. She could barely register the thought that this was the first kiss he had given her the entire night as Kurama groaned, and with one final thrust, came inside her.
Her insides felt all warm and fuzzy as he spurted his seed into her, and they laid there, embracing tightly as they sank from their high, the only sounds audible in the room being that of the fan spinning and their heavy breathing. Kurama didn't pull out almost instantly, waiting for the both of them to calm down before he finally pulled apart, a disappointed groan subconsciously escaping him as he felt her warmth disappear along with the action.
There was a short pause as he indulged in the feeling of her breasts heaving against his chest before he lifted himself off of her and slumped to her side. Wrapping an arm underneath her, Kurama pulled her closer into him, burying her head in his chest. Botan didn't know what the action meant; she didn't expect him to be the type to cuddle after sex, but felt too tired to ask him nonetheless.
But he seemed to catch on to her mute confusion. "Don't question it," he whispered, tucking a strand of blue hair behind her ear, "Just sleep. We'll talk about this tomorrow."
Botan gulped at that. It felt too good that she could barely think earlier but now that everything was over and done with, she was beginning to wonder if it really had been the right thing to do. What if this ruined their friendship? What if it caused friction in the group?
"Don't think yet," Kurama murmured sleepily, idly placing a kiss on her forehead. "Just stay like this for a while."
And the ferry girl knew she probably shouldn't, but as Kurama pulled her close, embracing her in a way that was gentle yet firm at the same time, Botan didn't, and couldn't, find it inside her to say no.
Before she knew it, they were both fast asleep.