Inspired from a post by frisky-dog-demons on tumblr and because my wife and her accomplice are needy assbutts. But I love them anyway, and, well, honestly...smut. Because why the fuck not.
Better
Sweat glistening on his bare chest, Inuyasha wiped his brow with his arm and glared up into the summer sky, damning the sun for making it so damn hot today. It was positively sweltering and Kagome insisted on finishing the laundry when all he wanted to do was spend some time with his wife inside his house where it was remarkably cooler, sheltered from the sun's unforgiving rays. But, it was a chore that needed to be done, and Inuyasha had asked Kagome if there was anything he could do to help lessen some of her workload. Taking over Kaede's role as the village priestess was more work than she had originally anticipated, and it was becoming the norm for him to only catch brief glimpses of his wife during the day. When she finally returned home to him well past twilight, she'd barely managed to undress before crawling into the bed and promptly passing out from exhaustion.
After a week of this, and quite frankly missing his wife something fierce, Inuyasha had gotten fed up and may or may not have "persuaded" the elderly priestess to give his wife a rest, for fuck's sake, and blessedly, she had agreed. He wouldn't have taken no for an answer anyway, but that's beside the point. If Kagome knew just how her unexpected day off had come to be, she didn't let on, and Inuyasha said nothing about it.
So, wanting his wife to be able to relax on her day off and not worry about household chores, he'd offered to take some of the load and remembering the truly brilliant smile she had given him, Inuyasha abruptly decided that the weather wasn't so bad. He was a half-demon, after all; he could stand a little heat, if it meant Kagome would keep smiling at him like that.
A corner of his mouth kicked up into a half-grin. "Keh," he muttered as he tugged down the linens from the clothesline and started folding it how Kagome had taught him to. Currently his wife was in their home making them some lunch so at least he had something to look forward to when he returned. Food and Kagome, he mused as he dropped the neatly folded linen into the woven basket at his feet. Don't get much better 'n' that.
He took down the rest of their laundry, being extra careful with his wife's delicate underclothes so he didn't puncture them with his claws, and added them to the basket as well before picking it up, tucking it under his arm and heading back toward the hut he shared with Kagome. It was a little larger than average because he'd wanted Kagome to have the best of everything and if he were truly honest, he'd constructed it with the thought of the children they'd one day have in mind. He'd told her this the first night they spent in it and he would never forget the way she threw herself at him, hugging him so tight and the scent of her tears as she cried her happiness.
He shook his head at the memory. I'll never understand why women cry when they're happy, Inuyasha mused as he swept aside the doormat to his home and stepped inside. "Kagome, I'm—"
Inuyasha stopped short just inside his home and suddenly it wasn't the weather that was making him so hot. His beautiful wife sat on the edge of the raised platform in nothing but his haori, her bare legs crossed at the knee, and the innocent smile on her face was completely at odds with the positively delectable scent coming off of her. Then, before he could even think to react, Kagome cocked a brow, uncrossed her leg and slowly spread her thighs until Inuyasha had a very clear and spectacular view of what she was not wearing under his firerat.
The basket of laundry fell to the floor, instantly forgotten as Inuyasha stalked over to his waiting wife, his eyes half-lidded with dangerous intent and predatory as they locked with hers. Triumph flashed in those dark depths as her husband bore her down to the floor, claiming her smirking mouth with his own, eager hands delving inside his robe to cup her breasts and sweep his thumbs over hard nipples. His wife shuddered and he swallowed her pleasured moan while a hand slipped between them and fumbled with the ties to his hakama. Smaller hands batted his away and completed the job, freeing his cock, wrapping deft fingers around him and giving a few solid tugs that had him groaning.
Growling, needing to be inside her now, Inuyasha grabbed her wrist, yanked her hand away and only spared a moment to align his cock with her slick entrance before thrusting his hips forward and driving into her hard. Kagome cried out and wrapped her arms around his neck as he fucked her hard, pumping his hips, one hand grasping her hip while the other burrowed beneath her to brace against the small of her back.
"I missed you," Kagome gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist and tossing her head back, releasing another fervent moan as her husband thrust forward and ground against her sensitive clit. She cried out and arched her back, digging her nails into his shoulders, writhing against him, bucking her hips against his, meeting his thrusts with her own.
Inuyasha grunted and bent down to latch his mouth onto her neck, sucking the salty flesh, leaving nibbling kisses as he worked his way up to her jaw. "Missed you, wench," he growled into he ear and nipped her earlobe before drawing back his hips and delivering a hard thrust of his hips. The satisfying sound of flesh on flesh rang in his ears punctuated with his wife's moans and whimpers of pleasure and, leaning back to stare down at his wife, he thought she was the most goddamn hottest and beautiful thing he'd ever seen, raven hair a mess, face flushed, lips red and swollen from his kisses, and dark eyes flashing wickedly up at him as he continued to pound her into the floor.
Kagome mewled and lifted her head to nip and kiss at his jaw, grazing her lips to his mouth and drawing him into a passionate kiss. Inuyasha growled against her lips, kissed her back, and with one hand clamped tightly on her thigh, he angled his hips just so, drove his cock into her hard and ground against her. Kagome went wild beneath him, gasping his name, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as her hips jerked against his own, her tight sheath squeezing his cock, the muscles fluttering and spasming around him and yeah, he knew what was happening.
Panting heavily, and then with a positively arrogant smirk, Inuyasha grabbed her hips and a savage growl thundered in his chest as he fucked her hard and fast, pumping his hips, needing his release, wanting hers more, until finally Kagome threw her head back and screamed, her body going taut as her hot sheath clamped down hard on his cock. Inuyasha growled her name through tightly clenched teeth as he exploded right along with her, his hips jerking in short, hard pumps as he came hard inside his wife. He could feel her trembling underneath his hands as his hips finally stilled and he slumped forward with a groan several moments later, shooting a hand out to slap against the wooden floor so he didn't crush her with his weight.
Breathing heavily, flushed, sweaty and completely sated, the couple merely stared at each other as they attempted to regain their breath and waited for their racing hearts to return to normal. Eventually Kagome smiled up at him and he returned it with a smirk before dipping his head and covering her mouth in a sweet, long and lazy kiss.
"I take it back," Inuyasha muttered sometime later while they both relaxed in bed, the gloriously nude form of his wife snuggled against his equally naked body with his arm around her and her head resting on his chest.
"Hmm?" Kagome asked and lifted her head to regard him with curious cinnamon eyes.
Inuyasha smirked and raised a hand to run his claws through her raven hair. "It can get much, much better."
A puzzled frown crossed her features but before Kagome could question him on what exactly he meant, Inuyasha cupped the back of her neck, drew her in for a hot, passionate kiss and soon Kagome was climbing on top of him and Inuyasha was wondering just how anything could possibly be any better than this.
Nine months later his golden-eyed daughter was born and Inuyasha discovered that, once again, he was wrong. This, he thought as he gazed tenderly down at his beautiful, wonderful family, his hours-old daughter sleeping peacefully and snuggled warmly against her mother while his wife smiled lovingly up at him, this is better. Much better.
