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.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.

Chapter 3

Warning: explicit smut, undertones of s/m, multiple orgasms

"Can I touch you?"

The question had been so abrupt that Botan nearly stopped what she was doing, almost doubling over at the sudden inquiry. She looked down to the redhead lying down on her lap, his green orbs staring up at her with a certain need that made her toes curl. Trying to diverse the conversation to something else, Botan instead told him to stay still as Kurama shifted against her thighs, apparently uneasy as he eagerly waited for her permission.

Botan had came by half an hour ago to check on how the fox was doing. The fight he had gotten himself into against Team Masho's ice user named Toya was brutal to say the least. She couldn't help but close her eyes more than a few times during the whole battle. She wanted him to stop, wanted Yusuke to stop him and fight Toya in his stead. But she knew she couldn't do that, because if she did then that would mean disrespecting Kurama's feelings. For whatever reason, he had willingly participated in the battle, despite the heavy injuries he suffered. There seemed to be something he wanted to know from Toya and she couldn't find it in herself to stop him.

Still, Botan wanted to get mad at him but found that she couldn't when he opened the door for her, blinking at her with a mix of curiosity and bewilderment like a child gazing up innocently at his mother. Kurama's wounds hadn't recovered fully so she took it upon herself to heal him, allowing herself into his room and practically barging in in spite of his initial confusion.

"I don't like seeing you get hurt," Botan murmured, her voice barely above a hushed whisper. Kurama hadn't said anything for a while now, seemingly dejected that the ferry girl had refused his touch.

The redhead blinked for a moment, before taking in her watery eyes, the tears nearly forming at the corners of her eyelashes. Her pink, honey-dew lips were caught in between her front upper teeth as she chewed on the plump skin, eyes holding a look of fear, anger and worry all bottled up at the same time.

At the moment, Kurama finally understood what prompted the visit in the first place. She had been worried about him, she had been scared and wanted to know he was okay. Wanted to see he was okay with her own two eyes.

Guilt crept up under his skin as he continued to stare up at the pained expression on the ferry girl's features. She was always so happy and bubbly that it made him feel even worse for worrying her. It hurt him a lot more than he was willing to admit that she was hurting because of him. But at the same time, it caused a heavy wave of glee to overcome him, seemingly glad to see that she cared about him this much.

"I know," Kurama finally responded after a few moments of silence. "I'm sorry," was all he could manage as he reached up to wipe her tears away as they now freely fell down her cheeks like uncontrollable streams of waterfall.

Botan had never felt so fearful of losing someone important and so close to her until Kurama fought against Toya.

Being a ferry girl closely related to death meant that she was used to people dying around her, and as sad as it was to ferry all those souls away, nothing could really compare to the loss or the mere thought of losing person she knew and spent time with. Sure, the first time she met Yusuke was after he died but back then they weren't really friends. And of all the times Yusuke had been on the brink of death, she was never really there to see it.

But this time was different. She had seen with her own two eyes how close to dying Kurama really was. No matter how strong he was, he was bleeding excessively, on top of suffering a lot of damage from Toya's continuous attacks. He hadn't been able to move due to the curse Gama had placed on him, which had been all the more painful for her to watch. Being a ferry girl gave her a sense to a person's lifeline, and Kurama's had nearly snapped during the battle.

What was worse was that she couldn't really do anything about it. She was powerless to help him, and even if she could, he wouldn't let her. The only thing she could do was watch from the sidelines as he constantly threaded on the thin line between life and death, the bloody scene unfolding in front of her even if she chose to look away from the sheer intensity of it.

"But that doesn't mean you'll stop doing it, does it?" Botan stated more than asked. Of course he wouldn't, and he couldn't even if he wanted. Participating in the Dark Tournament meant that he was ready to give up his life to protect his mother at all costs. No doubt there would be even more fights more dangerous than the one he had with Toya. But that didn't mean she wasn't hurt by it. That didn't mean she was okay with it.

Kurama's silence spoke volumes as his mouth formed a thin line at the increasingly concerned expression plastered on her face. Botan was on the verge of breaking down and it was all his fault. But he couldn't lie to her; lying would only hurt her even more.

"I'm not going to say that I'll stop risking my life for those important to me, Botan," he eventually spoke, his voice soft with an underlying apologetic tone. "You know that's not who I am. That's why you didn't stop me."

The girl didn't justify him with a reply but the way she averted her gaze somewhere else to avoid his questioning yet understanding stare was answer enough. "But I know it was more painful for you to watch than it was for me to fight. I know it hurts not being able to do anything for someone you care about. So I apologize, I do mean it. But I can't stop mid-way. Not when everyone else are fighting with their lives on the line." Kurama reached for her hand - she had halted her session of healing him halfway through the conversation - his fingers rubbing gentle, reassuring circles on the surface of the back of her hand. "But I'll try to be more careful next time, okay?"

A jut of her lower lips and she shot a fiery glare at him. "I wasn't going to stop you anyway," she grumbled underneath her breath, before her features softened into one that was more relaxed, but the undertones of concern was still there. "I just care about you a lot, is all. But I know this is something that we all have to go through so I guess I'll forgive you."

"...I know," the fox merely uttered as he brought her hand to his lips, placing a few featherlight kisses here and there on her red-nailed fingers. "But, really. Thank you for coming here anyway. Being around you makes me forget everything else."

Botan blinked. "Is this your attempt at flirting with me?"

"Take it as you will, but I was trying to be honest with my feelings," Kurama answered her as a tender smile curled at the corners of his mouth, his body shifting to the left so that his face was now facing her abdomen. He permitted himself a few moments to allow the sweet scent of the ferry girl to infiltrated his nostrils, letting himself get lost in the feeling of her warm thighs underneath his head. He always thought she smelled nice. Almost like vanilla and lavenders all mixed together. His hand hadn't let go of hers since before as he intertwined their fingers together, mentally noting to himself how pink the pads and tips of her fingers were.

A girlish giggle brought him out of his focus on her red nails as Kurama turned his eyes to the ferry girl, the tenseness in her aura now gone as she placed her free hand on the side of his head, fingers meekly ruffling his crimson mane.

"You're like a kid right now, you know?" Botan told him with a laugh as she proceeded to play with his hair.

Red strands of hair teased at his eyelashes as Kurama continued to ogle her, eyes now focused on her soft, delectable, inviting lips. Her pools of purple seemed to glimmer in a subdued endearing look as she stared down at him. After the serious moment faded away, he felt the earlier urge to rip off her clothes rear its ugly head. He had wanted to jump on her the moment she came in but stopped herself but now he really wanted her. Damn, she looked beautiful. So beautiful he wanted to ruin her.

"Can I touch you?" he repeated the inquiry yet again, his voice roughly breaking into a lustful whisper at the end of the sentence. He felt her ministrations stop as abruptly as his words came.

Botan peered down at him, blinking in surprise at the increased desire in his eyes, before blood rushed to her cheeks, warming the skin under his hungry stare. Her mouth fell agape as she began to stumble over her words. After all, it had been a long time since they were alone together and an even longer time since they slept together.

"Can I or can I not?" Kurama continued with a teasing edge in his voice as no response came, seemingly enjoying how embarrassed she was. "I won't do anything unless you say something."

The grim reaper couldn't believe what was happening. She had almost forgotten how upfront he was with what he wanted. The crimson shade on her cheeks darkened in color, but the only words she could manage were, "Why are you asking for permission now when you touched me all over the first time?" The sentence didn't sound confident at all and it made Botan cringe and want to crawl up in a ball and proceed to die in a gutter.

But it was apparent what she said gained a certain type of reaction from him as the neediness in his expression only intensified a hundredfold. Was she purposely seducing him or was that genuine curiosity? Either way, Botan certainly did have a way with words.

Kurama lifted himself off of her, as he placed an arm at her side, palm flat on the bed against the side of her hip as he inched nearer towards her, his hot breath fanning over her flushed skin as he hovered his lips over the shell of her ear. "I asked for permission when I ate you out."

Botan thought her face couldn't possibly heat up even more but she was obviously wrong. "You didn't before that."

"So? Are you saying I don't have to?" A low, guttural growl elicited from deep within his chest as he caught the sensitive skin of her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled on it before letting go and watching it snap back. "That I can touch you whenever I want, wherever I want and however I want? Is that it?" He darted his tongue out and gave an experimental lick along her ear before he pulled back to study her with an almost sadistic yet seductive glint in now dark forest green orbs.

A startled yet crept out Botan's throat as the former thief leaned down and began to attack her neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses, leaving a warm trail on her flushed skin as his teeth grazed over her flesh in a way that made her knees quiver. She could barely register him slipping his hands underneath her shirt as his lips came crashing down on hers, sealing her into a kiss that was so hot and demanding that Botan had to remind herself to breathe through her nose.

They broke apart only for Kurama to pull her shirt off of her, discarding the piece of fabric over his shoulder as he proceeded to reach around her back to unclasp her bra. A huff of air escaped through Botan's slightly parted lips as she watched him tug the undergarment off of her in a manner which practically screamed out his desperation.

"I've missed this," Kurama groaned against her mouth as he grabbed the back of her head and basically smashed their lips together, "I've wanted to do this for so, so long." He didn't even care how needy he sounded as he earned a shaky whimper in return, relishing in the way she trembled just from his words.

Botan had long since discarded her initial refusal as her shaky fingers grabbed at his shirt, wanting nothing but for him to pleasure her. She couldn't deny that she had wanted for him to touch her again but every time they were alone, nothing really happened. Not that anything could happen with everyone barging in all the time for no good reason.

"Do you want me to touch you?" the fox asked yet again, breathing now heavy and ragged as he fought to control the urge to bend her over like a bitch in heat. He kept his hands on her waist, not trying to go further as he awaited her response.

"You're asking for permission again?" Botan couldn't help but cry out in frustration, her voice holding a tinge of indignation yet at the same time dripping with arousal. She wasn't a little girl, for god's sake! If she wanted him to stop she would have told him a long time ago.

Kurama laughed, a wholehearted laugh which only served to fuel her annoyance even more. It didn't last long however as it died down and his eyes took on a more predatory approach. "Goodness, no, Botan," Despite his words, his voice was anything but, "If anything, I want you to ask me to touch you." The grin teasing at the edge of his lips seemed to send shivers down her spine.

"Um, what...?" she could barely utter, trying to ignore the puddle of heat forming in between her legs as the fox inched closer to her, his shirt brushing against her now hardened nipples, making her body jump at the fleeting touch.

"You heard me," Kurama's fingers traced lazy circles around the sides of her waist as he leered down at her, loving the way her body reacted as it lurched in surprise at his ticklish ministrations. God, she was so sensitive. The simplest touch could earn him the most violent reaction and damn it he loved it and wanted to see more. But he held back, wanting to hear her beg more than anything. "Tell me what you want. Where do you want me to touch you?" he urged her.

"I-I..." Botan stammered and trembled, embarrassed but desperate for something, anything. She wasn't good at voicing her needs during sex - hell, she was too goddamn shy to say it. But she wanted him so much. "Please. All over..." she whispered, tightening her grip on his shirt, threatening to rip the fabric off of him.

A red eyebrow arched at her. "All over?"

"I-I don't care where," Her plump breasts heaved up and down in an enticing manner as she directed her eyes up at him, almost pleading for him. "Just touch me wherever. Just anywhere is fine. I just want you to touch me everywhere." She forced the words out of her, despite her embarrassment and couldn't believe what she heard herself say. She felt so humiliated and yet being forced to beg simply served to arouse her even more as she felt her juices drip out her panties and down her pants.

Kurama had anticipated her begging for him would be an erotic sight to see, but didn't expect how his body would react. The moment she was finished, all he could think about was pounding into her so hard she came multiple times. That was way hotter than it was supposed to be. He thought as he broke out into a satisfied, lustful grin, eyes flashing gold before reverting back to their original greens.

"Your wish is my command, princess," the fox growled out before bending down to place sloppy kisses down from her neck, to her collarbone, before finally resting between her chest and opting for the left mound as he latched onto it hungrily, biting and kissing before wrapping his mouth around a sensitive bud.

Botan wanted to ask what was up with the roleplay before her words died out in her throat, replaced with a loud moan as Kurama sucked on her nipple, tongue lapping and flicking against the nub before he took it in his mouth again and whirled his tongue around it while it was still lodged in his mouth. His hand cupped the other mound, squeezing so hard she was sure it would leave bruises by the time they were done.

"Take off your clothes too," she panted out as he pulled apart from her breast, eyes dark and hazy as she watched him watch her nipple slip out of his mouth with a wet, resounding pop.

"Demanding, huh?" Kurama responded with an amused chuckle, mirth dancing in his emerald orbs as he ogled and took in her greediness. Despite his words, he knew that he himself was no better, judging from how heavy he was breathing and how hoarse his voice was. He obliged anyway though, fingers deftly reaching for his shirt as he unbuttoned it before discarding it away to join with the rest of the clothing beside the bed. This was soon followed by his pants and boxers. "What about you, hmm?" he prodded as he slipped a finger around the waistband of her pants, tugging it lightly before letting it snap back against her skin.

Botan got the message and proceeded to unzip her pants, pulling them down before Kurama got impatient and practically tugged it off of her. His hand reached for her panties, fingers curling around the hem of the cotton fabric before he dragged it down from her thighs and to her knees. It wasn't even all the way down before Botan grabbed him by each side of his head and kissed him hard on the lips, taking him by surprise for a moment before he responded with equal fervor, a groan of appreciation muffled in his throat as he forced his tongue into her mouth and found hers, the wet appendage tangling and dancing with hers for a battle of dominance.

Botan's underwear hung around her ankle as Kurama broke off the kiss and instantly shoved a hand down between her legs. He relished in her startled yelp turned into a harsh slew of moans as his fingers found her core, immediately attacking her clit as he rubbed it harshly left to right. He continued to press against her a few more times before pushing two of his fingers into her wet cavern, ignoring her request for them to take things slow.

"You didn't- have to," Botan grabbed at his wrist as a pathetic attempt for him to go slower, but Kurama paid her no need, plunging his fingers back and forth inside of her with a pace that left her breathless almost immediately, "put two in at the same time," she managed to finish as her toes curled, tears forming at the back of her eyes as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Don't worry, you're soaked." His laugh was almost evil as he watched her whole body shake under his touch. "You're so wet my fingers slipped right in. See? You hear that sound?" As if to emphasize, he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, the squelching sound that followed his actions getting louder by the minute. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you?"

"Shut up," the ferry girl struggled to say, but the words voided of the confidence she had hoped to go with them as she grabbed his pillow and threw it at his face, to which he gracefully avoided before it even landed on his target. Kurama laughed and Botan visibly scowled.

"Sorry. I suppose I was teasing you too much," Kurama uttered as he placed a soft, featherlight kiss on the corners of her eyelashes, even though they both knew he was far from apologetic.

Kurama spread his fingers and bit back a groan as a mewl of pleasure erupted from Botan's throat in return. He forced his digits deeper into her and curled before thrusting almost harshly at the spot he knew would send her crying and reduce her to a whimpering mess.

And that was what happened. Her eyes widened in startled joy as he rammed his fingers hard and fast into her, brutally thrusting against her g-spot. The sensations became so intense that she clamped her thighs shut as if that would get him to go slower. Instead it riled him up even further as the fox broke into a predatory grin and forced them open again, grabbing one ankle and hoisting one leg up in the air as he eyed the way her pussy sucked in his fingers, juices flowing out of her and splashing all over his hand as she cried out half-formed attempts at his name. Her whimpers and mewls were music to his ears as he felt her walls clamp around his fingers and watched her unravel, her orgasm tearing hard into her as she arched her back and shook violently through her climax.

"Oh, god. That was..." Botan trailed off, chest heaving harshly up and down as she fought to catch her breath.

"Good?" he answered for her, an almost cocky smirk plastered on his lips as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking the cum-soaked digits clean.

She shivered at the erotic display in front of her but settled with a sharp glare. "You're awful."

This earned another laugh from him in response, the sound rumbling through his chest as he wrapped her legs around his waist. He bent down to kiss her, laughing yet again at the annoyed sound he elicited from her as he bit down on the lower part of her mouth, hard enough for the skin to swell but not deep enough for it to bleed. "You liked it though."

"I'd be an idiot to say I didn't."

"At least you're honest."

"What are you going to do now?" Botan asked as she eyed his kiss his way down her body. She had an inkling of an idea as he started trailing kisses all over her thighs, hot breath fanning dangerously close to her dripping core.

Kurama looked so hot as he looked up at her from where he was, eyes so hungry and needy for her it almost seemed like he would swallow her whole. Damn, that was probably what he planned on doing. An almost animalistic grin spread on his face as he darted his tongue out, drool dripping from the tip as he gave her a feral and heated stare.

"Care to find out?" he responded but didn't wait for the witty retort he was sure she was about to utter as he pressed his tongue right on her clit, flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves with a speed that was unmerciful to the ferry girl beneath him. He lapped at her quickly, not even trying to give her a chance to breathe as he plunged his tongue into her, swirling and thrusting in and out of her so fast his mouth was immediately sore.

Botan was going crazy underneath him, hands grabbing two fistfuls of his hair as his ministrations threatened to drive her to another powerful orgasm. She whimpered unintelligible nonsense that either sounded like failed attempts at protests or pleas for more. Pulling his crimson mane hard enough to hurt but he didn't care. He wanted to make her feel so good she'd cry and beg him to stop.

The thought elicited a low, guttural groan which was muffled as he forced his tongue impossibly deeper into her, cock straining in his jeans as her juices overflowed his taste buds. Another two - or was it three? He couldn't care less. - flick of his tongue and she came undone, back arching and hips up in the air as she practically bucked into his face.

Botan could barely register the sounds that were coming out of her. They sounded surreal, almost as if they didn't belong to her. Just like the pleasure. It felt so good she couldn't take any more. But Kurama was ruthless, uncaring of her pleas for them to rest for a bit as he flipped them upside down, now laying on his back as he wrapped his arms around her hips and tugged her towards him when she tried to crawl away.

"Please, I can't..." Botan whimpered, almost crying as she felt him begin to continue where they left off, sucking her clit into his mouth and shaking his head violently from side to side before pulling apart and drilling his tongue in and out of her. "Just a five minute break..." she tried but felt her energy sapping away as her body was pushed beyond its limits.

"No," Kurama harshly growled out as he halted for a moment to voice out what he wanted. "You can come a few more times. I need you to come on my tongue just one more time. You're going to come as many times as I want until I'm satisfied." He knew she could handle more. There was no indication that she couldn't. She just wasn't used to overstimulation but he could tell that she didn't really want him to stop as she kept wriggling her hips at him. She needed a break, yes, but he wasn't going to allow that. He was going to break her and ruin her and taint her and love her and worship her all night long. He wanted her to forget everything bad that was happening and focus on him.

Was Kurama always like this? Botan didn't know. After all, the fox was an enigma to everyone and they had only slept once before. But he was so mean and demanding and cruel and sexy she couldn't help but want more. It scared her that she wanted more but she was willing to push that fear away.

"Red," the fox suddenly spoke that Botan couldn't help but let out a dumbfounded 'huh?', mind still hazy from all the bliss she was feeling. "It's a safe word," he breathed out, "If I'm going too far then say the word. I promise I'll stop." After all, he didn't want to do anything she didn't want him to do.

"Oh, um, okay," Botan couldn't help but smile. At the end of the day he still cared about her and that made her feel giddy at heart.

"Turn around." The command was gentle yet firm, prompting her to oblige as she whirled around, blushing as their eyes met when she looked down. Still practically sitting on top of his face, Botan suddenly felt very self-conscious and embarrass, but couldn't even manage to avert her gaze as he pulled her closer to him, his nose now brushing against her clit. "Ride."

Botan blinked. "What?"

"Ride my face," he uttered simply, almost even casually so. "It's not that hard. Just move your hips back and forth," he went on when she remained still and silent.

"I-I know how to do it," Botan indignantly responded, the sentence joined with an annoyed huff, despite the warmth creeping up her cheeks. It took a moment before she willed herself to move, Kurama seemingly already having his tongue out as she felt the familiar hot, wet feeling of the appendage rubbing up and down her core. She raised her hips a bit before going down again, this time more firmly than before as she began to buck her hips against him, slowly, almost so slowly so. She wanted to go faster, she knew Kurama wanted her to go faster but she couldn't. Her body was still shaking from the previous orgasms and she couldn't take the pleasure with each swipe of his tongue, couldn't take the overstimulation even as she moved so painfully so, already whimpering even if she rode him with a snail pace.

And then almost as if growing impatient, Kurama seized a tight hold on each side of her hips, forcing her to fuck his tongue faster, harder and wilder as he swirled his tongue with an equally intense force, his dark eyes glowering up at her, his actions all as if to say: this is how you ride my face. This is how rough it should be. And god it was so hot. So hot that she felt like bursting almost immediately. It didn't help that he timed everything so perfectly; the moving of her hips, the flick of his tongue. Everything was just divine.

Everything was so sloppy - his tongue delving in and out of her, before pulling out almost fully and then attacking her poor, swollen clit. His nose, mouth, every inch of his face directly against her pussy as if to show how close he was. His mouth sucking viciously on every part of her cunt that he could - everything was so sloppy and felt so good. She was going to come again. She was going to go crazy again.

"Kurama, I-" She didn't have to finish, he already understood.

"Yeah, come. Come all over me. I want to taste you. Come on. Come for me." His first few sentences were gentle guidances, his last couple of ones were desperate commands. And that was more than enough. She broke into pure white bliss on top of him, clear liquid splashing out of her and drenching his face as she came, squirting a few spurts before finally completing her high.

"That's a good girl," Kurama half laughed and half groaned as he firmly took Botan's neck with one hand and pushed her down the bed, swiftly flipping her on her back as he was now on top of her. Botan looked so lovely with all the sweat glistening down her form, the tint of pink on her cheeks and her dark purple orbs clouded with nothing but pure lust. Drool and tears were mixed altogether and it took him a moment before he realized he was gripping her too tightly as she gasped for air.

"Sorry, I-" he went to apologize but stopped himself at the obvious glee on her face. He wasn't sure if it was due to all the orgasms she had or if she actually liked him doing that to her. I guess I'll test that out another time. His surprise died down, replaced with an almost sinister calm as he licked his lips at the delicious thought.

Botan hadn't been ready for how Kurama was going to look when they changed positions yet again. His handsome features were tainted with her juices, noticeably his cheeks and lips. Some even dribbled down his chin and wow, she didn't think she could get more turned on than this.

"We're not done yet," came his voice, laced with heavy desire as he hoisted her up the air, her ass hanging over the bed as he took his cock in one hand and guided it to her entrance, pushing every inch inside her without letting her a chance of catching her breath.

When the full length and girth of his cock thrusted into her, Botan's lips quivered and formed a few shaky words that could barely register into his lust-clouded mind at that point, but he could barely register it was among the lines of: And you were supposed to be a gentleman? You're a jerk. To which he wanted to respond that it was her fault because she was the one pushing him over the edge with how good she felt. But he couldn't even form a coherent sentence as he basked in the feeling of her tight and warm wetness wrapped around him like a vice, soaking himself in the feeling of finally, finally being inside her again.

Botan thought he was going to pound her just like that, in that position that made blood rush to her head, but was more than relieved when he flopped them both on the bed, him now assuming a sitting position as she was on top of him. The relief was short-lived as Botan realized what position this was and feared that he would ask her to ride him again. It wasn't as if she didn't want to. She just had no strength and- wasn't that his fault? He gave her three mind-blowing orgasms and expected her to be able to move?

"You're frowning at me as if I did something wrong," Kurama seemed to be able to read her mind as he let out another laugh, a wholehearted, genuine laugh. Botan didn't know why but he only seemed to laugh like this around her and Hiei and it sort of made her feel like he was comfortable with her enough to do that. She was glad despite the infuriating moment.

"Well, if you're expecting me to do it, I can't. You're going to have to wait another time," Botan sputtered and huffed, at least trying to fake glare at him.

"All I did was make you feel good," he responded as good-naturedly as he could while still being deep inside of her, "and you don't have to move. Just stay still, okay?"

Botan blinked as he grabbed ahold of her ankles and placed her feet flat on the bed, wondering what he was trying to do. Kurama bit his lip thoughtfully, trying not to summon his plants to tie her up so that he could have his way with her as he told her to keep still and not move at all, his hands going to either side of her hips. This would give him a much better leverage for what he was about to do than her knees being on the bed, after all.

Without warning as Botan was still trying to comprehend the situation, Kurama's hips snapped up almost all too harshly, a scream tearing out her throat as tears shot out from the back of her eyes at the pleasure that seared through every part of her body with each thrust of his cock against her g-spot. He rammed up into her hard enough that she was almost lifted off the bed a few times which made her cry out even louder. The fox's pace was brutal and unforgiving, going as hard and fast as he could as he repeatedly assaulted her core with the unrelenting flick of his waist. He watched her breasts bounced up and down vigorously in accordance to his movements, trying his hardest not to reach up and pinch a nipple. The grip he had on her skin was hard enough to bruise but neither of them cared.

His eyes turned a sadistic glint of gold as he eyed her struggle to keep her feet on the bed, nearly hoisted up too high with each of his thrust. He was in so deep inside her and it felt so good and the look she was making was illegally cute and hot at the same time.

"Kurama, please, please...!" He knew what she wanted and impossibly increased the force of his movements tenfold, thrusting up and down against her so fast and hard that he could have broken her into two.

"Yeah, that's it," His voice was dark and almost didn't sound like him as she came again, crying out again and begging him after this one time, please, no more. But Kurama couldn't listen. He was so close, after all. He tugged her until her legs were wrapped around his waist, feet enveloped around his hips as their foreheads touched, his eyes clamping shut as he continued to pound into her, reveling in the way her body shook uncontrollably in his arms as he embraced her, breasts molded against his chest as they melted perfectly into each other.

"Kurama, no, I-"

"Shh," he hushed her, eyebrows scrunched up in concentration as his length slammed into her again and again, his balls slapping against her ass as he focused on release. "Just this one last time. I promise," Kurama groaned, "I want to come with you. Come again for me, Botan. I want to see you come," his words were a harsher, more commanding tone, seemingly about to lose control. Hand sneaking between them, he swiftly went for her clit, pinching before rubbing it harshly left to right, hissing as he felt her grow tighter around him. Botan seemed to try to say something but whatever it was instantly got muffled up by the sounds of her screaming, almost crying in pleasure as she gasped and panted from all the overwhelmingly intense stimulation.

Kurama kept going at it, rutting into her and making sure he slammed into her sensitive spot with each thrust. "God, you feel so good, so, so good." His voice almost broke harshly at the end of his sentence as he continued to mercilessly attacked her clit while still fucking her, losing himself in the way that she was breaking in his arms as he didn't let her even a moment of rest. He didn't want to stop, he wanted to make her come again and again; he wanted her to come more, but he promised her this would be the last one for tonight. So he had to fuck her as roughly as he could, make her cry so hard she'd never be able to think of anyone else but him, because he needed to come too. He wanted to release everything inside her then watch it drip out of her because the amount would be too much for her pussy to take.

"You're going to come, right?" He felt her walls clamp around him like a vice, almost threatening to suck him dry, "Come. Do it. Together," he merely whispered over her lips before he slammed his mouth against hers in a hot, bruising kiss that was all tongue and teeth bumping. The scream of his name was muffled into the kiss as Botan saw white, finally reaching her peak as her climax tore into her. Kurama broke off the kiss, muttering a savage curse under his breath as he gave her one final thrust before she felt something warm flood into her in delicious spurts. Forehead to forehead, both had their eyes shut tight as they relished in the feeling of being one, warm puffs of air coming between them as they heavily panted, breathing ragged.

Kurama's arms didn't loosen their grip around her even as they were coming down from their highs together. She felt him kiss away her tears before placing a soft peck on her lips and couldn't help to think the irony of it all considering how the tenderness was a complete contrast to the monster from before.

"That was..." Botan finally started, still out of breath, after a few moments of silence of just staring at each other, "crazy. You're insane."

She earned a surprised yet confused blink in return, the fox seemingly taken aback at her choice of words before he threw his head back and broke into another fit of laughter. It lasted only for five seconds before it faded off into the distance, replaced with a cheeky grin that seemed all too boyish on a face like his. "Well, if you thought that was crazy, I think you're in for quite the ride."

The ferry girl let out a gasp of feigned horror at the revelation, though the surprise was real. "It's going to get more intense?" she pondered and didn't expect him to justify her with an answer but gained a hum of agreement in response. An honest, exhausted groan erupted from her throat as she slumped her face against his shoulder. "Not tonight, please. Maybe some other time. I'm too tired," she mumbled cutely into his collarbone.

"Yes, yes, of course." Kurama ran his hand through her hair, fingers intertwining around her blue strands as his other hand patted her head. He pushed the idea of binding her and making her come at least ten times out of his head as he mentally noted, in due time. "Busy day?"

"Well, I did heal you a bit, didn't I?"

"Oh." Kurama paused. "Thank you again for doing that. I was wondering why you didn't last a few more orgasms. I guess it was really exhausting, huh."

He could almost feel her glare at him as she pinched the skin of his shoulder- speaking of his shoulders, they were a lot broader than she thought they would be. "It's a miracle that I could even do five." Although that was entirely thanks to Kurama.

"I'll make you come a lot more some other time."

"Please don't."

"You can handle it. You were into it just now right?"

Botan tried not to blush, but felt as if he knew just from the sheer warmth of her cheeks as she felt his chest rumble with another quiet chuckle he was trying but failing miserably to hide. "Well, yeah. No one's ever done that to me before and.. let's just not talk about it okay?" she tried to come off confident as she answered before bursting out in embarrassment and burying her face deeper into his shoulder.

"You're gonna puncture through my skin if you keep doing that," Kurama jokingly said.

"Be quiet, you. As if this is enough to hurt you."

Another laugh. Then it was quiet again. But for some reason it felt warm. Not just because he was still inside her. Not merely because his seed was still dripping down her thighs. But his arms were warm, the silence was warm. Everything around them felt warm. And for the first time since they arrived on the island, they felt at ease.

Then again, to Kurama, at the very least, he was always at ease whenever he was around her. It seemed like she had the power to make him forget to think at all. And for once his brain would just stop working to overthink and appreciate each moment he spent with her and enjoy the time he had with her. Maybe it was because she was the closest female friend he had? Maybe he did like her? Just a little bit? It didn't matter what it was, but she was precious to him. She was so much more amazing. Not just the sex, not just the fun times they had together, but Botan, in general, was amazing. Everything about her was amazing.

"Botan."

"Hm?"

"For what it's worth, I do like you a lot," he finally uttered. "As a friend or not, I want you in my life. Not just for this, but for everything else." He didn't know if he loved her, but he did hold her dear to him. Yes, he needed her for the sex, but more importantly for emotional support, needed her to be there for him, to be his calm in the brewing storm. Needed her to make him laugh and forget about everything bad that had happened and was happening and was going to happen in his life. He needed her, plain and simple. These were words he couldn't voice out but knew she understood.

She traced lazy circles over his back, seemingly going quiet for a moment before he felt her nod. "I know. I'm here." Come to think of it, they weren't really close before until what happened that night. But after everything it seemed as if all walls between them had fallen apart as they grew closer and closer as time passed. Kurama began to rely on her a lot, despite how he looked. It was as if she was the anchor he had been looking for his entire life. His mother was there for him, but she didn't really know what he was and there was a lot of things he couldn't tell her. Botan was the one who was really there for him.

And in the midst of the sound of the ticking clock, Botan heard his voice, tone genuine and almost emotionally so, a hushed whisper that was carried off by the wind,

"Thank you."