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KAGOME
The moment class is dismissed, Inuyasha is practically on top of me, walking me out the door.
"So, what're we having for lunch today?" He asks as he throws a heavy tattooed arm over my shoulder, tucking me into his side as he all but plows through the crowded hallways. Well, more like the crowd makes a hole for him, so there's really no plowing. No one even dares to brush against him or me as we make our way toward the exit to the quad.
I scrunch up my brows and crane my neck to look at his face. "Huh?"
He looks down at me and smiles, all fangs. "I owe you lunch, remember? Plus, we need to go over the terms of our date."
"Date?!" I all but shout. Despite the way my heart flutters at the prospect of going on a date with him, my brain is adamant that he's just teasing me.
Inuyasha stops walking but doesn't move his arm from my shoulders, eyes lighting up like Christmas while he takes in my shocked state.
"Yeah, silly. Date. You owe me half a day, princess. Did you forget your generous offer already?"
A bout of giddiness grows in my chest, making me irritated and fidgety to the point I actually stomp my foot like a child. Deflect, deflect, deflect. "I know what I said, I understand the concept of blackmail, dog-boy. That doesn't make it a date."
He just gives me an endearing, arrogant smile that I can't decide if I want to smack or kiss. "Oh, it's a date, baby."
With that, he continues down the hall with me in tow.
"What class do you have right now?" He asks, effectively changing the topic.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes at how he has the power to control everything when we're together. The conversation, the audience, my traitorous body.
All are under his control.
"Seals and Sutras. It's over in the-"
"Youkai Contemporary Studies Building." He finishes for me, shooting me a wink "I know. Just checking."
Before I can even question why he's just checking, we're stopped by a group of demons all decked out in their football jerseys.
A brown-haired ox demon steps forward, giving Inuyasha a friendly clap on the shoulder furthest from me.
"Hey, Yash, ready for the Homecoming game tonight?"
Inuyasha smiles and fist-bumps the rest of the group of four. "You know it, man."
They continue talking for a few moments as I find myself lost in thought, taking in the "outside looking in" perspective I've always been subjected to growing up.
Inuyasha is clearly popular. Handsome, a smooth talker, friendly enough to make friends with anyone else who's popular, not to mention his confidence is abundant enough to make him arrogant and cocky but not in a rude way. It's clear that I'm the outsider in this scenario. None of these jocks have even given me a passing glance. No once over, no nod, no flick of the eyes. It's as if I'm invisible to them.
"And Bank's party after the game. You in? Heard it's gonna be even better than last year's." One of the other demons in a jersey jests.
Inuyasha doesn't respond immediately, instead taking a moment to look down at me before smirking like the little devil he is. "We'll see."
He leaves it open like that, giving a nod and some more high-fives before steering us toward my building. We make it a few paces away from earshot before I can't bite my tongue anymore.
"What do you want with me?"
We stop outside of the building, Inuyasha releasing his hold on my shoulders in favor of standing in front of me with a huge clawed hand on my hip.
"What do I want with you?" His brows draw together as he looks down at me, obviously confused. We stop in front of my building, and I'm ever aware of the milling bodies of other students getting to class while we stare at one another, seemingly lost in our own world.
(Play Me Like A Violin - Stephen)
I sigh, determined to find out this player's motives. I need a clear answer because my mind and heart, and vagina, are at war with each other right now and every ounce of his attention is adding more and more cracks in my resolve to deny him.
"Yes. What do you want with me, Inuyasha? Is it just to get into my pants or are you actually interested in getting to know me as a person? Because if that's the case, let me tell you, you're going about it in a pretty unorthodox way."
I try to soften my tone to not come off as a bitch, but I keep my gaze strong and stern on his. Trying to convey the waging emotional war happening beneath the surface.
Don't lie to me. Don't hurt me. Don't trick me.
I hear a distinct rumbling sound, almost like thunder, but much closer and radiating from… his chest.
"If I told you what I wanted from you, Kagome, you'd probably never speak to me again." He snarls, but there's no mistaking the slight hint of insecurity in his voice. A tremor of fear.
Is he afraid I won't want him anymore? Fuck, does he even know how badly I want him right now? Does he know I dreamed of him all night last night? That he's the only thing I can think about and I feel like I'm floating every time he touches me?
I place my hand on his vibrating chest and watch his pupils dilate as he drinks in my every movement. "Tell me. I want the truth."
His nostrils flare, ears flicking on the top of his head and his hand flexes on my hip, drawing me closer, closer, closer…
"I want everything." I'm flush against him, a pulsing rod ever present against my belly. I'm vaguely aware of him steering us toward the side of the building. I'm even more aware of my lack of fight as I allow him to control our destination. "You want the truth? The truth is, I have never wanted… no. Needed anyone as badly as I do you, princess. I fucking ache just thinking about you. I want your eyes on me, only me, at all times, and when they're not, I lose my fucking mind. I want your smiles, your tears, your anger, your insults, your secrets, your desires. I want everything with you, Kagome, all of you. And if I have to blackmail you to have you, all to myself, even if it's only for 12 hours? Then that's what I'll do."
My mouth falls open as I gawk at this brooding dog-demon's confession. My knees feel like jelly and now he's backed us into the side of the building away from prying eyes, away from open spaces that give me the opportunity to run. I won't run. I can't.
I don't want to.
Especially not now that he's pinned me against the wall, his very obvious erection pulsing against my middle.
I clench my thighs and flush red when I realize the mess I've made in my panties, a small whimper leaving my throat before I can help it. It feels so… good to be pressed up against him. He's hot to the touch, making me feel like I'm burning from within just being near him. But, God, touching him makes me fucking weak. I want him so bad, but is it all just lust? Is it just hormones?
Will he still want me after having me for the first time? Or is this all just a part of his game?
I clear my throat but it doesn't stop my voice from wavering as I respond hoarsely. "What if I don't want to give you all of me?"
He leans down further, grazing his surprisingly soft lips against my cheek. The air shifts around the skin where my neck meets my shoulder, letting me know he's inhaling my scent. A groan escapes him as he gets closer to my ear.
"I know you want this, Kagome. If you didn't, you wouldn't be so wet for me right now, would you?" He whispers.
A choked sound leaves me, my cheeks turning into two balls of fire as my core clenches on nothing, wishing, hoping, begging for something only he can give. I'm a tornado of conflicting emotions right now: aroused, confused, excited, scared. My body has never responded to anyone the way it does to Inuyasha. I can't escape this magnetism I have with him, this pull that's making me both exhilarated and fearful.
What if he loses interest? What if he leaves? Leaving me empty and heartbroken.
Because a crazy fucked up part of me wants to give in. Give him everything.
And that's just… scary.
I've been so lost in thought, I haven't noticed Inuyasha running his lips down my neck until I feel his fangs scrape against the tender skin there, making a tremor rock through my body all the way to the apex of my thighs. I'm panting, unable to speak as he takes my flesh between his teeth for a taste. I moan, my eyes unfocusing while the rest of my body is completely turned into him, him, him.
"Time to get to class, princess." He whispers as he finally pulls away, but not releasing me. In a daze, I let him steer me toward the front entrance of my building, only taking in for a moment that no one else is outside. I don't even know what time it is or whether or not I'm late for class. I just know that he's caused a painful, throbbing, need inside my lower belly and I don't know what to do about it. He opens the door and nudges me inside with a light tap on my ass, making me squeak and wheel around to gawk at him.
He shoots me a smirk and wink before finally turning away, leaving me dazed, confused, wet, and needy.
INUYASHA
I text her before even sitting down at my desk in my next class, to which I showed up 15 minutes late because I needed at least 10 to calm my raging hard-on.
Me: I want a copy of your schedule, princess.
Something in me roars with satisfaction when she responds almost immediately. Have I ever been so giddy over a damn text?
Princess 👑: Why, so you can stalk me?
I grin down at my phone, not even hiding the fact that I'm texting in class. This shit is all lecture anyways, I can do the assignments in my sleep.
Me: Precisely 😉
Princess 👑: Will you send me yours?
Me: Aw, you wanna stalk me too?
Princess 👑: It's only fair.
Me: Anything for you.
I send her my class schedule as well as this season's football schedule, including practice times. Although having her at practice would be one hell of a distraction, the thought of her supporting me in the stands causes a sense of warmth to bloom in my chest. I wonder if I can get her a jersey with my number on it before tonight's game.
It's cliche as fuck, and pretty ABC Family cringe, but I truly don't give a fuck. Not only would it make the primal, demonic side of my baser instincts happy to see her dressed in my clothes, but it would also keep other men away.
I want everyone to know I've claimed her as mine.
About ten minutes later, she responds with hers. I mentally rejoice. We have a class on Monday together as well. The only day we don't have a class together is Tuesday, but that's okay.
She'll be living in my dorm soon enough anyway.
Me: What's your favorite food, princess?
Princess 👑: Udon. You?
Me: Ramen. 🍜 Are you allergic to anything?
This time she takes a while longer to respond. I tap my foot with impatience as my professor for my Nutrition course glares daggers at me. I make a show of putting my phone down on the desk and pulling out my notebook with a flourishing roll of my eyes, resisting the urge to flick him off. After a few more minutes of agonizingly slow note-taking, my phone vibrates on the desk.
Princess 👑: Yes, I'm allergic to dog-hanyo's who won't stop distracting me during class.
I grin like an asshole.
Me: Every time you sass me, my cock twitches.
I wonder if thinking about my dick will make her even hornier than she was when I left her to go to class. God, I had to fight every instinct, every fiber of my being that was pulsing and demanding I take her right then and there. I could smell how wet she was, how much she wanted me. I know she's struggling to accept this with how fast we're moving, not to mention my not-so-honorable past, but it's okay. I'll do whatever it takes to convince her that this thing between us is real and I'm not giving up.
Princess 👑: You should get that looked at by a doctor.
Me: It's a good thing I know a gorgeous woman going into miko healing, then, isn't it? 😏
After a few minutes without a response, I figure I've bothered her enough. I'll see her in about an hour, I should give her some space.
Let her panties dry a bit.
I space out as the professor drones on and on about superfoods. I'm honestly panicking a bit. I've never taken a chick out on a date. It's always been a quick once over, a few smirks, a compliment or two, and the infamous "your place or mine?" I've never wined and dined a girl. I've never gotten flowers or dressed up or felt even an inkling of anxiety, wondering if she'll think I'm worth her time or not. I may be a player, but I'm not a fucking girl-whisperer.
Just when I thought I could do this without Miroku's help…
I'm gonna have to swallow my pride and ask him. It pisses me off to no end, but the truth of the matter is that he knows Kagome better than I do. God, even thinking about the monk being buddy-buddy with her makes my skin prickle. He may be my best friend, but he's still a lecherous fuck when he wants to be.
A tap on my shoulder pulls me from my musings.
"Hey, Yasha." Yura, a hair demon, purrs in my ear, leaning in from her seat behind me. I grit my teeth, closing my eyes for a moment as I try to find my way out of this without causing a scene or gaining too much attention.
I give her a quick chin lift of acknowledgment and a grunt but don't say anything.
Her hand floats toward my forelocks that have escaped the bun I threw my hair into this morning. I watch with displeasure as the white strands slip between her sharp acrylic nails. "I heard you and Kikyo are no longer an item-"
"We were never an item." I all but hiss. Fuck, I'm getting sick and tired of everyone bringing up Kikyo. If I had known she'd be a stain on my existence or reputation for the foreseeable future, I would've never fucked her.
Yura doesn't seem to notice the anger pouring off of me in waves, or she does and just simply doesn't care. "Well, word on the street is that you're looking for a shiny new toy to-"
"I'm not looking for anything or anyone, Yura. I've got mine." I declare. I watch her red eyes flash with something close to shock before her usual cool demeanor masks her features. She lets my hair drop.
"You sure work fast, Inuyasha. Maybe I'll get a chance next time." She mock pouts before turning her attention back to the front. There will never be a next time.
I roll my eyes and scoff, trying to let Yura's remarks roll off my back.
It's hard, though.
For the first time in two years, I'm actually bothered by the way people view me, my reputation, the way I fly through women. I never let it get to me before, because fuck them, you know? It's no one's fucking business other than those participating. I've never forced a girl, I've never been devious, or manipulative. I've never been anything but open and honest about what I want and when I want it.
But now I've found something I want more than anything else.
No, not something.
Someone.
Kagome's the real fucking deal. Being reminded of how bastardized I've been just reinstated how fucking unworthy I am of her. Why would someone as kind, witty, funny, fucking drop-dead gorgeous as Kagome want to sully herself with the likes of me? I don't know.
More importantly, I don't care.
My past is my past. She's my fucking future. I'll do right by her, I just know it. I can't think of anything other than her, being with her, laughing with her, kissing her, sliding my tongue down the valley of her generous tits and swirling around her belly button before moving down until I reach her pretty pink-
"Class dismissed. Your assignments are posted on Canvas, due next week."
Thank fuck.
I gather my shit and force my cock to return at least some of my blood back into my head so I can have a functioning pair of brain cells when I take Kagome to lunch. As I make my way back toward the building her Anatomy class is in, my phone vibrates in my pocket. Twice. I grin, thinking my girl is missing me enough to send a double text.
Princess 👑: Who said I would heal you even if I could?
Princess 👑: Don't forget you owe me lunch, dog-boy. 🐶
That sassy ass of hers deserves a fucking spanking with the way she talks to me. I love it.
Me: On my way to walk with you. Don't leave your building without me.
Princess 👑: Don't tell me what to do.
I growl under my breath and start power walking. I could run and be there in a few seconds flat with my demonic speed, but that would just draw attention. It's not every day you see the star quarterback racing to meet a girl after class after two years of fucking every chick with two legs and a wet hole between them. I just don't want people to start assuming I've gone postal only two days into the school year.
Although, I have gone postal. For her and only for her.
I reach her building just as she's walking out of it, looking up and to her left, beaming a smile up at… at another man.
Calm down, calm down, calm down.
It's innocent. He's just a classmate.
More than that, he's just a human. I could snap him like a twig.
And I will. If he so much as tries to touch a single hair on her head, I don't know what I'll do but it'll probably be violent and bloody.
Possessiveness moves through me like a tidal wave. She's mine. Kagome is mine, mine, mine!
His hand reaches up to touch her shoulder and I snap.
"Touch her and I'll break your fucking hand." My voice is a mask of lethal calmness while my blood is boiling in hot rivers through my veins. They both jump at the sound of my command, the man's hand stopping in midair. Kagome sends me a glare, but I'll deal with her later. My eyes are penetrating a hole the size of Pluto through the other guy's skull while he practically quivers in his boots.
"Inu-Inuyasha Taisho," He whispers in awe. "You're Inuyasha Taisho!"
I refrain from rolling my eyes. "Yeah, and you're the dumb fuck trying to touch what's mine."
Kagome's jaw practically hits the sidewalk while the human boy's eyes go as wide as saucers, bouncing between me and my woman. He takes several steps back, creeping away with both hands up, palms out as if he's trying to pacify a lion.
In this case, it's a dog-demon.
"I-I wasn't- I would never- Kagome and I are just frie- classmates! I didn't mean to-"
"Beat it." I cut off his flustered stuttering and he takes the hint, all but sprinting away to change his tighty whities.
When my eyes finally land back on Kagome, I'm nearly scorched by her fire. She's pissed. I mean, she looks livid as hell. But, fuck me, if her scrunched-up nose and ire-filled eyes don't make the base of my dick pulse. I give her a killer smile and stride up to her, ignoring the way she balls her hands into fists at her side.
"Hey, princess, how was class?" I ask nonchalantly, attempting to put my arm over her shoulder like I did before, only this time, she pushes away from me.
I don't like that. No, I don't like that at all.
"Are you fucking high, Inuyasha!" She yells in my face. I open my mouth to answer but she's not done laying into me just yet. "That was just plain mean!"
Without waiting for my response, she walks past me with determination fueling her every step and I'm too weak not to follow. To be fair, the view from behind is wonderful. The way her skirt sways with every step she takes. God, I could watch her walk away from me all damn day. The curve of her delectable ass just taunting me, teasing me, waiting for me to just sink my fangs into-
"Are you even listening to me?" Kagome's rage-filled voice intercepts my fantasy and I realize too late that she hasn't stopped berating me for my barbaric actions.
She stops walking, turning to look over her shoulder, catching me shamelessly appreciating her ass. "Unbelievable." It takes a massive effort to tear my eyes away from her gorgeous backside to meet her fiery chocolate eyes, but I manage. "Are you ever not a jerk?"
It's a rhetorical question. She's already walking away again.
Instead of admiring the wonderful view this time, I grab her wrist and pull her toward me to a stop on the edge of the sidewalk, away from passing students that send us wary and curious glances but I don't pay them any mind. I grip her chin and tilt her head so she's forced to look me in the eyes. She's fuming so bad, I'm surprised she's not stomping.
"If you're done screaming at me and then walking away, I'd like to say my piece now." I start. Am I coming on too strong? Should I dial it back? No. Fuck that. "I apologize for being an ass, but I won't apologize for stopping some scrawny fuck from putting his hands on what's mine."
"Whoever said I was yours, huh?" She challenges.
My lips curl at the corners and I give her a knowing look, tucking a raven tendril behind her ear and watching a blush bloom on her cheeks. "Oh, baby, don't start playing dumb now. You're far too smart for that."
Her mouth works open and closed like a fish out of water and I know I've successfully made her brain short-circuit the way mine's been doing for the last 48 hours.
When she can't seem to get a word out, I swing my arm over her shoulder and start heading toward the cafeteria. "Come on, princess, I owe you lunch, remember?"