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AN:

This is an insta-obsessed, insta-lust, insta-love fluffy and smutty as fuck story that I threw out of my brain one day in a Google doc during winter break. It's just been sitting there collecting dust. But! The semester just ended so I figured I'd post what I have so far and hopefully I'll feel motivated to finish it by the end of the summer.

This is absolutely, without a doubt, an 18+ story.

KAGOME

(This Baby Don't Cry - K. Flay)

Shit, shit, shit.

How do I manage to sleep through 4 alarms on the first day of college?

It's all Sango's fault really. We stayed up all night sifting through her clothes to pick out something that's 'Miroku proof'. If we're honest with ourselves, nothing Sango wore was truly Miroku proof, but we inevitably settled on jeans and a t-shirt.

Riveting, I know.

I wagered she'd have slapped him at least six times before the day was over, regardless of what she wore.

Fully prepared for a morning of getting lost on the way to all of my classes, I set out my clothes the night before so it wasn't a hassle finding what to wear.

I finally find my first class of the day after getting lost twice and having to ask a janitor for directions. I try to open the door as quietly as I can, thanking every God I can name that the doors are stationed in the back of the classroom. My eyes take in the room, and another sigh of relief leaves my lips. It's huge, the desks in neat rows and leveled so everyone has a good vantage point to see the large blackboard in the front of the room. Students are mulling about and the professor's empty desk in the front lets me know class hasn't even started yet. I shimmy my phone out of the side pocket of my bag to check the time. I made it with exactly one minute to spare.

I take a few steps down the rows of desks, trying to find a seat that hasn't been claimed but also has a good participation/invisibility ratio. I don't want to stand out, but I also want enough opportunities to be seen by the professor and get my participation points throughout the semester without seeming like a suck-up.

I spot an empty desk and make a beeline for it. It's about five rows down, a few desks left of the center. Perfect.

Placing my bookbag down, I begin to pull out the necessary stationery for note-taking, being sure to ignore the bodies around me as they all shuffle to their own desks and settle in for the start of class. I get myself situated without having to make awkward small talk with my neighboring classmates and sit in my chair, pencil poised in my hand and ready to go.

I take the opportunity to finally look around the room. I see a few familiar faces from high school, but none that I could ever call friends. There's a healthy mix of humans and youkai, but not nearly as many humans as I would've expected. This is one of the only 'mixed' universities in the state, where all walks of life are welcome. It makes the most sense that higher education often takes a 'separate but equal' stance these days. It has nothing to do with prejudice. Hell, we have a demon president for crying out loud. No, it has everything to do with the fact that demons require certain accommodations that human schools simply aren't equipped with.

Take the wolf demons for instance. Most of them require a schedule that allows them to be outside most of the time, and a lot of them can't even leave their predetermined territories. Mitamas University is located just outside of the Northern Wolf Tribe, so it's bound to have a few Ookami students. Not to mention some youkai need certain classes, or rather training, to better understand their abilities and their yoki.

As a miko, I fit right in the middle, or at least I would, if my miko abilities were like others. Even with them, I stand out like a sore thumb. I'm human, a miko, but my abilities are… unique. There are plenty of mikos throughout the country, but not a lot of us in this school. It doesn't bother me much, but then again, when you've been going to school with demons your whole life, not much really surprises you anymore.

A loud thump jolts me out of my inner musings as a huge body suddenly occupies the seat beside me. My eyes first take in the huge booted feet resting on the desk beside mine. Then they travel up large, jean-clad legs, connecting to a well-toned abdomen covered by red cotton. I can see muscles through his shirt, it hugs him so tightly. One, two, three, four- is that an eight-pack?! Corded arms covered in ink traveled almost all the way to his neck. My eyes keep going up as if in a trance. I've never openly gawked at a man before, but when you throw your feet up on a desk with only 3 inches separating you from the next, your desk neighbor is bound to take notice.

And boy do I notice.

A broad chest rising and falling leisurely with snow-white hair falling over his shoulders. I see a twitching appendage on top of his head and- oh my god, are those puppy ears!? I focus back down on a chin jutting in my direction, fangs poking out of a Cheshire grin, a nose that looks like it was sculpted from stone, and honey-colored eyes that are searing with heat.

And staring right back at me.

"Like what you see, princess?" His voice is gravelly and yet smooth at the same time, however, the arrogance has effectively killed the vibe. It sends an unwelcome shiver down my spine and I mentally berate myself. He's clearly full of himself and has no problem showing it. He also has no respect for personal space or manners. I keep telling myself these things to keep my heart from leaping out of my mouth.

I clear my throat to keep the treacherous tremors at bay. "Not really, no."

With that, I turn my head back toward the front of the class and pray this smug jerk takes the hint.

He doesn't.

"That's funny, I could've sworn I just caught you undressing me with your eyes." I can hear the smirk in his voice, but I refuse to turn back around and acknowledge him. Asshole. He's obviously goading me to react and I'm not going to be his little toy today, despite the red stain that graces my cheeks. I totally was undressing him with my eyes, but he doesn't need to know that.

I've dealt with bullies, playboys, and just outright obnoxious people all my life, both human and youkai. I can spot a guy like him from a mile away. Undeniably attractive, athletic, charismatic, and charming. They're always incredibly arrogant, cocky, and about as deep as a puddle.

Does he make my nether regions pulse like no one ever has before? Yes, unfortunately. Do I want to trace the tattoos curving around his neck with my tongue? Very much so. Does the thought make my panties uncomfortable and sticky? Also yes. Will I be giving him the opportunity to do something about it?

Absolutely not.

The professor walks in and orders everyone to find their seats. She's a plump-looking woman with thin graying hair and an eye patch. She stands in front of the board with her hands clasped behind her back, waiting to make her introduction once everyone settles.

But I can still feel Douchbag's eyes on me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my body vibrates with awareness. I look over from the corner of my eye to see he's taken his feet off his desk and is now leaning in a bit too close for comfort, golden eyes locked on my face and not on the professor.

"Can I help you?" I hiss under my breath, being mindful of the students around me quieting down and giving the professor their undivided attention.

"Yeah, actually, I can't seem to get my phone to work. I think the signal in here is messing it up, there's something wrong with it. Think you can help me?"

My eyebrows pinch together, my brain making a screeching halting sound as I turn my head to look at my desk neighbor. His face is almost boyish the way he's looking at me with sad, puppy eyes. Even his ears are pressing against his skull like he's embarrassed. I see his body is completely turned towards me. He has a phone in his hand, holding it out for me to take. "What's wrong with your phone?"

I take the offered phone and look down at the screen. Why is it on the new contact page…

"It's missing your number." He says with a grin.

Motherfucker.

I roll my eyes and push the phone back into his hand. His… clawed hand.

Don't shiver, don't shiver.

"Does that line ever actually work for you?" I sigh, turning to face the front of the class.

A dark chuckle sounds, a throaty rumble that almost makes me clench my thighs. Almost.

"I've never had to use it before," He answers, and for some reason, I can tell he's being honest. "Most of the time, girls ask me for my number, not the other way around."

I nod noncommittally, still facing the professor. "Good for you."

Before he can reply, the professor finally shushes the rest of the class with her introduction.

"Alright, class, welcome to Feudalism 101. I am your professor, Lady Kaede…"

INUYASHA

(Devil - Two Feet)

I noticed her the second she walked in.

Who could miss a woman with the face of an angel and a body built for sin? She's a short little thing too, the top of her head would barely be able to grace the top of my shoulders. She's dressed in a cute little pleated pastel blue skirt and a white collared shirt, the lace of her baby doll socks peeking out of her white Doc Martens. The light ensemble contrasts with her waist-length raven hair bouncing behind her in relaxed waves as she makes her way down the aisles to choose a seat toward the middle. As soon as she bends down to sit, I realize I've been standing in the back, just staring after her like a total fucking creep. My buddy, Bankotsu has been talking to me about the Homecoming game tomorrow night but I can't hear jack shit of what he's saying.

I look at him and give his shoulder a parting squeeze. "Sounds good, man, I'll see you at practice." Fuck if I know what he said in reply or whether or not my dismissal made any sense to what he was just saying. I couldn't care less. All I care about is snagging the empty seat next to the girl that just took my breath away.

What the fuck? Took my breath away? What is this, a Lifetime movie?

I don't react like this to women. Especially not tiny little angels like this. I can tell just from the way she walks that she's never felt a man's tongue between her thighs, let alone a good hard fucking. She looks like a fucking kindergarten teacher. A princess.

I'm immediately infatuated. This little slip of a woman has enchanted me. She's much too innocent for me, and if I were a good man, I'd leave her alone.

However, I'm not a good man.

She's captured my attention and I plan to give her all of mine. At least for a night. I wonder how easily I could get her on her back? Will she play hard to get? Will she give herself to me with little effort on my part? What will it take? A smile, a pickup line, a compliment? I don't know but I'm about to find out.

The second I'm within 10 feet of her and her scent hits my nose, I realize I fucked up.

I fucked up big time.

She smells like angel's breath and a mountain spring. For the first time in my life, my blood isn't boiling with untapped adrenaline. A sense of utter peace takes over my entire body. Her scent is pure fucking sunshine after a summer rain.

She's an angel. And I'm nothing but a filthy devil, hellbent on corrupting her. The kamis shouldn't have put such an innocent girl in front of me. They've damned her for eternity.

And it's my pleasure and honor to be the one to do the damning.

The idea of ruining this little princess sends a pang of desire to the tip of my dick. I stifle a groan, soaking in the image of her bare, creamy thigh peaking off of her skirt. Fuck, I fucking love skirts. It would just take one slip and then-

With the class getting to their seats, I finally make my approach and plop my ass down in the seat next to her, making sure to throw my feet up on the desk to get her attention.

And boy, does it get her attention.

Her eyes rake up my body in slow motion. I can feel my skin blazing underneath my clothes as she takes me in. Her eyes on me are like a caress of fingertips dancing along my heated skin and I'm immediately addicted. I want more.

More, more, more.

I watch her cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink and decide right then and there that I want that blush on her cheeks every time she sees me. I put on my best panty melting smile as soon as those warm chocolate eyes find mine.

Just when I think I have her right where I want her, she blows me right out of the fucking water.

I've never been rejected before. This is totally new territory for me. What the fuck do I do?

Maybe I came off too strong? I try a little pickup line the guys in the locker room have talked about using that's worked for them, but this little spitfire hardly bats a fucking eyelash. Normally, I'd simply shrug and let it go. Maybe she's gay? Maybe she doesn't like demons? Maybe she already has a boyfriend?

The thought makes me want to rip out someone's tonsils. The sudden surge of jealousy that hits me in the chest is alarming and completely uncalled for.

I don't think I've ever experienced jealousy in my entire life.

No one had what I couldn't get. I don't even know this girl's name, let alone whether or not she has a boyfriend. I shouldn't care. She's clearly not interested so I should just let it go…

No.

No, I can't.

I have to have her.

I don't know what it is about her, but I have to have her.

I'm a fucking king at this school. What I want, I get, and if I can't get it by playing nice and flashing my fangs, then I fucking take it.

This angel is no exception. I want her. I want her soft, milky thighs wrapped around my hips. I want her hair splayed in a mess on my sheets. I want her cum on my tongue. I want her scent embedded in my clothes.

I want her to turn the fuck back around and put those beautiful doe eyes back on me. I need her looking at me, the thought of her attention elsewhere is driving me fucking crazy-

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I need to get my head in the game. I'm fucking losing it and it's not even 10AM.

The second the professor announces class is dismissed, I'm on her.

"What class do you have after this?" Start off neutral, like any other student making small talk with a fellow classmate.

She gives me the barest of glances over her shoulder before continuing to put her things away in her backpack.

"Youkai Anatomy 110." Her angelic, totally bored voice replies without looking at me. I know just how to get those eyes back on me, though.

"Well, if you ever need any help, I can tutor you." This makes her head whip back. She stares at me like I've grown two heads, but at least she's looking at me. I give her my devil's smile. I just can't seem to help myself. "You know what they say, hands-on learning is the most effective way to learn." I wink at her.

Her cute-as-fuck-for-no-reason nose scrunches up and she rolls those big brown eyes before swinging her backpack over her shoulder. "I think I'd rather fail."

Ouch.

Seriously, do I have something on my face? Do I smell bad? Why isn't this girl falling all over her feet trying to suck my dick already?!

It takes me a stunned second to realize she's already halfway out the door before I manage to shake myself out of my stupor and chase after her.

"What's your name, princess?" I blurt once I reach her. How can such a short person walk so fast?!

"Why are you following me?" She answers my question with a question. That both irritates me and makes my dick leak precum.

"Why are you so dismissive?" Two can play this game, princess.

She suddenly stops in the corridor where most of the students have congregated. She turns around and I marvel at the fact that she has to tilt her dainty little chin up to look me in the eyes. I have the strangest urge to lick her chin and I have no fucking idea why.

"Look, dog-boy," Fuck, that sassy mouth makes my cock twitch. "I'm sure you're used to girls tossing their panties at you every 15 minutes and getting away with murder despite witnesses, but I'm not interested in being your latest conquest. Okay? So, if you'll excuse me,"

With that, she turns back around and plunges back into the throng of bodies milling to their next class.

I want to chase after her, but I'm paralyzed. I'm rooted to the floor. I'm sure I look like a fucking idiot with my jaw on the floor and my stiff inches creating a tent in the front of my jeans, but I'm too stunned to care.

My fists clench with determination. Does she think I'll just stop? She's sadly mistaken.

I'll get her. Oh, I'll fucking get her alright. I have to. Need to. I don't know what kind of fairytale she's living in, but she can't get rid of me that easily.

I'm obsessed.