Satoru slides his shoes off and closes the door behind him. He can't hear the students or a movie playing. They must have gone back to the dorms after their mission. Shrugging out of his jacket, he hangs it up in the closet. He makes his way to the living room and sets the bag down on the table. Asleep on the couch, Kagome snores softly.
"I am taking off," Sesshomaru announces, strolling into the room.
"Thanks for hanging out with her while I was working," Satoru says, not bothering to look in Sesshomaru's direction. They both know Sesshomaru is only hanging out with Kagome because they turned down his offer -demand- to move into the estate in the sky. "I know she doesn't like staying cooped in the house all day, but it is—"
"This Sesshomaru is aware of how the priestess attracts trouble."
Satoru holds back the laughter bubbling in his throat. Kagome looks so peaceful sleeping on the couch with her hair tucked behind her ear. He does not want to wake her. She needs all the rest she can get.
"Do not fret over wanting to keep your mate safe. It is natural," Sesshomaru says, pulling Satoru's attention away from Kagome.
Mate. That word again. "Still, thank you. Gome-chan doesn't enjoy being in the house all day if she doesn't have to. I know she wants to do more, but..."
"The priestess will be fine. As strong as she is, her body is not nearly as durable."
He mulls over the words as Sesshomaru walks out, seemingly done for the night with the pep talk. The door opens and closes, the only sound alerting him that Sesshomaru is out of the house, and now it is just him and Gome-chan.
Exactly how he likes it.
Satoru slides his blindfold off and takes a seat on the floor with his back to the couch. He should put the goods away. Kagome shifts. Her foot hits him in the back of his head. He turns and gives her an exasperated glare, though it is lost on the sleeping priestess. Her eyes flutter open and the biggest smile spreads across her face.
His heart speeds up. The tips of his ears burn.
She's beautiful. Some days, he likes to pretend she was dropped into this world just for him.
"Hey," he says, voice slightly above a whisper. "I got the stuff you asked for." He tilts his body, so his face is closer to hers.
Kagome perks up and moves to sit up, her shirt rises exposing a hint of skin. He splays a hand across her stomach. It's much too soon to feel the baby kick, but he hopes their child can feel his presence.
"You're awfully sentimental tonight," she chimes, holding his hand in place as she leans over to reach the bag on the table. "You didn't forget the wasabi, did you?"
He grimaces. "I didn't forget the wasabi or the pickles or the whipped cream." He knows she is messing with him. She has to be. What on earth could she be making with those ingredients? It would be one thing if she asked him to pick up some more sugar or chocolate to go with the whipped cream.
Kagome reaches into the bag, hands him the pickle jar, and then pulls out the other items.
He pauses, unsure if he should open this jar. Satoru clucks his tongue and opens the jar for her. She'll probably just eat the pickle since she has had a weird craving for those lately. He leans his head back and looks up at her.
His stomach threatens to curl in on itself.
"Gome-chan, what are you doing?"
Kagome pops open the whipped cream and adds an excessive amount to the pickle on top of the wasabi. "Eating?" She takes a big bite of the pickle and moans as she closes her eyes in bliss. Her tongue darts out to catch the cream at the corner of her lips.
His dick twitches in his pants. He's equally parts horrified that this is turning him on and shocked that she is eating her pickle, wasabi, and whipped cream treat like it is the most delectable thing she has ever had. Satoru turns his head away and holds up the jar of pickles. These are not that good.
He glances back, and she's eaten about half of it now, happily adding more whipped cream.
His mouth hangs open. He has no words. For once, he is speechless. "It's not that good," he mutters, setting the jar on the table. He turns his body around and rests his arms on the couch, getting as close to her as he can.
"How do you know?" she replies, polishing off the rest of her treat. Kagome shakes the whipped cream can and holds it over his face. On cue, Satoru opens his mouth. "You can try some. I don't mind sharing."
"I'm good. Honest." He rises and joins her on the couch. His legs were getting cramped and craning his neck to look at her isn't ideal. "You can have all of it to yourself. I have my sweets."
Kagome pouts as she places the whipped cream and wasabi on the table next to the pickles. "But it's sweet and salty when you add the whipped cream."
"I've got some sweet and salty cream for you." He laughs at her not amused expression and pokes her cheek. "Say ahh."
Kagome frowns. He half expects for her to brush his hand away or to ignore him, but she does neither. She climbs into his lap and kisses him. His hands wrap around her as he tries to deepen the kiss, but she toys with him and bites down on his bottom lip.
She smiles triumphantly, like he is going to let this slide.
"How much do you like this shirt?"
"What?"
He rips the top off and tosses the remains somewhere. Her gasp is sharp as his lips wrap around her nipple.
"Toru," Kagome warns, trying to sound stern, but it is hard to take her seriously when she's panting. Hard to take her seriously when he can feel how wet she is through her shorts. "I did like that shirt."
"Buy you the whole store," he amends, biting down gently on her nipple and then soothing the sting with his tongue. "You started it." His arm pulls her flush to him.
"I kissed you."
"Mhmm, your kisses are dangerous. Don't share them with anyone but me." She would never do that, but sometimes he loses himself. He'd burn the world down if anything or anyone ever tried to take her from him.
She laughs, grinding her hips down. "Toru?"
"Hmm?" He pulls back with a pop and then moves on to the other nipple. Can't have them feeling neglected. He's thoughtful like that.
"Love you," she says it so effortlessly, as if loving him is the easiest thing ever.
He pulls away long enough to capture her lips with his. Not even the aftertaste of her horrid craving is enough to deter him. Her natural sweetness powers through, and he's heady with need.
"Lie back, I'll show you how much I love you."
Kagome blinks and moves to lie back on the couch as he pulls his shirt off. He eyes her shorts like they are a curse that needs exorcising. If he had his way, she'd never wear clothes around him.
It's for the best she is not privy to his thoughts. The number of times he fantasizes about bending her over, about whisking her away somewhere far away from harm. She'd lecture him until he got his act together. His hands grab the ends of her shorts and pull them down.
Clad in a pair of blue lace panties, she looks every bit the seductress she is. His cock strains against his zipper, begging to be let free. In due time. His eyes rove over, committing every curve to memory. She moves to slide them off. Satoru grabs a hold of her leg.
"Leave em' on." He winks as he tilts his body to the side, grabbing a hold of the whipped cream.
Kagome's sigh of relief has him raising a brow.
"Thought you were gonna go for the pickles." She shrugs.
He closes his eyes, trying to hold back his laugh, but a couple of giggles escape. "Gome-chan, no one is touching your pickles. I promise. Maybe if you had asked for a pop sickle, then..." he trails off as he squirts the cream over her nipples in a makeshift tassel. "Ah, that's better. Now we both can enjoy a treat."
"Fiend." Her thighs spread, beckoning him home.
"Will you cure me, then?" He goes to toss the can, but decides not to. Gome-chan might throw a fit. He sets it back on the table and beams at her. Kagome rolls her eyes and wiggles her hips.
"It's cold," she grumbles, a mock pout on her pretty lips.
"Maybe you're the fiend." He frees his dick from his pants and pulls his pants down far enough to not be restricted. "Don't worry, I know what you need." He kisses her lips as he rubs his cock along her lace covered slit. With deft fingers, he slides her underwear to the side and sinks into her.
Kagome hisses. Her nails dig into his back. He'll have marks when this said and done. He still hasn't figured out how she can leave marks on his skin, even with his reverse curse technique running on autopilot.
"You got it all over you," she says, slightly breathless. He glances down at the mess of cream on his chest. More importantly, he likes the way it looks spread across her breasts.
"I'll clean ya up," he says, moving down and swirling his tongue around her nipples. It's the sweetest combination. They should always have whipped cream in the house. "What's wrong, Gome-chan? Use your words." He pulls back and gives a shallow thrust. Satisfaction swells in his balls as pleasure overtakes her.
Kagome huffs and runs her hands down his back, alternating between caressing him and scratching his back. She moves her hips, using him for her pleasure. His eyes roll back as her walls work him. She leans up and bites down on his shoulder and soothes the sting with a kiss.
It's like that?
He pulls out, ignoring her sound of indignation, and flips her so her ass is high in the air. Kicking off his pants and boxers, he pulls her underwear off and grabs a handful of ass. He dives into her sweetness, licking her cunt to ass.
"Toru!" Kagome exclaims.
He smirks. Now she wants to act shy? Too late for that. He slaps her right cheek and then bites down gently on her left one. She squirms and bucks.
"You started it," he comments, easing himself back into the warmth of her walls. She molds around him like a glove. "Fuck, feels like you were made for me." He increases his speed, fucking her until her voice goes hoarse. "Wanna hear you say it." His fingers grip her hips, while he fucks her like he wants them to become one.
Wants to fuck her so deep and hard that his essence is entrenched in her soul. Wants to be so intertwined that in every lifetime, they'll find their way back to one another.
"Made for you," she groans out, head pressed into the cushions of the couch. His thrusts falter, but he snakes a hand around and pinches her sweet nub, drawling out a low whine from her.
"Perfect. You're mine," he babbles, "I'm yours."
"Toru, I can't—" she breaks off. A tear rolls down her face, but her hips buck and push back against him, slamming more of his length into her.
"Don't cry now, Gome-chan, you started this."
When they come, his vision goes dark for a moment. He blinks.
Oh. Shit. He didn't black out. He short-circuited the light bulbs. The lights flicker back on.
"Fuck me," she breathes, "you're the worst."
He chuckles. Holding her in place with one hand, he leans over and plucks a pickle out of the opened jar.
"Satoru," she warns.
"Don't mind me, just gonna try out a new combination." He grins at her, highly amused by her exasperated expression. Kagome grumbles, but she isn't saying no.
And she says he's the fiend.
A/N: This was supposed to be sweet...I don't know what happened. Hope you enjoy and thank you for the support! Gonna work on drafting the next chapter of the main story and then either write another request or update A Thousand Days With You. Take care of yourselves!
