"Come on Gome-chan, you gotta get up and dressed," Satoru sing songs, pulling the cover off of Kagome, much to her dismay. She half-heartedly takes a swipe at him, but her eyes are still clogged with dreams and her coordination is a bit off.
"Satoru? Why do I have to get up? Don't you have work today?" Kagome huffs and tries to take the cover back, but Satoru tosses it to the floor and plants his hands on his hips. Ugh. How long has he been up? And why is he dressed like he's going out around town today and not work?
"I do, but Shippo is doing my missions for me," he quips, "And Sesshomaru agreed to take one, so we could go out today." He raises his eyebrows with a giant grin on his face.
Kagome blinks. Her mind struggles to process this information. Shippo, doing a mission is one thing, but Sesshomaru is helping Satoru out too? Has the moon fallen? She wets her lips and eases out of the bed. Satoru has way more energy than her.
"I'm moving," she says with a yawn, "are we going to be out all day?" She'll just take a quick shower since Satoru is so antsy. He keeps shifting his weight around, putting his hands in his pockets, taking them out of his pockets, all the while watching her like a cat staring down its prey.
If it ends up being a trip to a love hotel, she'll be slightly peeved.
"Depends on how you feel. Got a loose itinerary just in case." He sits down on the bed and crosses his leg over the other. His dark pants are slightly baggy, but not ill-fitted. But it's the light blue dress-shirt with two buttons undone that gives Kagome pause.
On second thought, they could just stay home instead.
"Gome-chan," Satoru whines, uncrossing his legs and spreading them. "You can't look at me like that. I'm trying to get us out of the house."
"I'm not looking at you like anything." She rolls her eyes and humphs as she walks into the adjoined master bathroom. Satoru's laughter mixes with the sound of the shower.
When she comes out of the bathroom, Satoru is nowhere to be found. Probably for the best if they want to go on this date he has planned. She slides on a pair of black tights, a mid-thigh brown pleated skirt, and a simple white top. She grabs a jacket just in case it's cold outside.
"Ready to... go?" Satoru asks as she comes down the steps. He sucks in a breath. "You're wearing that?"
"What's wrong with it?" She crosses her arms.
"Nothing." He rubs the back of his neck and motions for her to take his free hand. He leads them out of the house to where the taxi waits. Satoru opens the door and bends, so his mouth is close to her ear. "If you weren't already pregnant, you would be by the time I get done with you," he says, completely ignoring the taxi driver, who fiddles with the radio.
Her mouth drops. Her ears burn. He just says the first thing that comes to his mind.
"Sa-to-ru," she warns, squeezing his thigh, but he laughs it off and gives the driver directions to wherever it is he is taking her.
"Hm? We're heading to the first place and then we'll get something to eat." He pulls out his phone and types away a response with one hand. "Shippo is stressing Ijichi out."
"That does not surprise me. He is a bit of a troublemaker. But you aren't going to get in trouble for not working today?"
He snorts.
"Relax, I delegated."
Delegated, huh? What did he promise Sesshomaru to convince him to take on a mission?
They pull up to a building that doesn't seem all that impressive, but Satoru is smiling from ear to ear. She thanks the taxi driver for both of them and tries to keep her curiosity at bay. What could possibly be so exciting about this place that they couldn't eat first?
"C'mon, we're a little past our time, but I made sure they knew to wait for us."
"Who is they?"
Not surprisingly, he ignores her. Instead, he leads them to the elevator and hits the top floor. The door dings open and there's a helicopter outside. Satoru kisses her cheek and helps her into the helicopter. The pilot goes over some ground rules and she nods along as though she can understand what he is saying over the headphones.
Next to her, Satoru pulls his sunglasses down and winks at her right as the helicopter takes off. Her stomach tightens. Strange that riding on a nekomata's back is less frightening than being in a helicopter. Maybe it's because she's enclosed? Kagome shakes it off and looks out the window at the beautiful city of Tokyo. Seeing Tokyo from this view is otherworldly. It's not like those times when she rode on Kiara's back in the feudal era, and there was nothing but sprawling fields and scattered villages.
The buildings get further away until all she can see is the sea below and a view of Mount Fuji. Kagome whips her head around to look back at Satoru, but he not so subtly nudges her to look back out the window. She pulls out her phone and takes pictures. If Mama was here in this world, she'd be so jealous. She used to always talk about wanting to see Mount Fuji but never having the time because of the shrine.
Satoru makes a signal to the piolet, and they continue past Mount Fuji. Kagome's brows furrow together. Shouldn't they be turning back now? Unless there's something else Satoru wants her to see. He reaches over and places a hand over her stomach. She presses her thighs together. He shouldn't look that good with those headphones on. He cocks a brow, and she shakes her head.
So not the place.
Her stomach grumbles.
And she's hungry.
The pilot lands the helicopter and while Kagome is no building expert, this is not the same one they got on the helicopter at. Are they even in Tokyo? Satoru helps her out of the helicopter and hands the man some yen.
"Come on, I felt your stomach talking to me."
"I didn't notice any restaurants in this building."
"Oh, we're in Shizuoka. But no, there aren't any restaurants in this building. There's a nice spot down the block. It won't take long to walk to, and our room should be ready."
He made reservations?
"If I ask, are you going to tell me where we are going?"
"How much do you like those tights?"
She clucks her tongue. "I'm fond of them." She'll take that as a no, he isn't going to tell her. She squeezes his hand.
"I'm fond of your thighs," he says with a wistful expression on his face. "Ah, here we are." He gets the door and gives the host his surname, who blushes and trips over her feet to lead them to their room. The room is darker than the rest of the restaurant. The lights are dimmer, but it's still just as beautiful. Though the long wooden table seems better fit for a party of people instead of two. They must have had no other rooms available.
Kagome looks for the menu, but there is none and the host doesn't offer one. Instead, the young woman bows and tells them their meal will be out shortly.
"They have set menus depending on the day. It's online," Satoru says, clearing her confusion. "You have to make reservations for this place. No walk-ins."
"Oh. Have you been here before?"
"Nah." His fingers inch closer to the edge of her skirt.
"Behave. I'm not trying to get kicked out."
Satoru throws his head back and lets out the most insufferable sigh. "I'm always on my best behavior."
"Anything else on the itinerary?"
"Sight-seeing, eat again, maybe fuck you in an elevator. The day is young."
"Should I come back?" the server squeaks, holding a tray of food and drinks. Kagome's mouth waters. Kami, she's so hungry she could eat a giant tuna fresh from the fish market.
"And have a cranky Gome-chan? Nah, we're ready." Satoru motions for the server to bring them the food. His hand never leaves its place on her thigh. Is he going to eat with one hand? The server hurries out of the room. "You didn't say no."
"I'd need to be talked into it," she admits, doing a little dance at the first bite of fish. Mhmm, so tender!
"... I wasn't serious, but now I might be," he says after a moment. "And I'd ask if you like it, but your dance is giving you away."
"You don't ever eat food and want to dance?"
Satoru sets his chopsticks down and moves his free arm in a series of waves. "How's that?"
"Your technique could be better."
"Wow."
She snort laughs and tries to rein in her laughter, but the giggles keep coming and Satoru's put out expression isn't helping. She lays her head on his shoulder. "If you want to go sightseeing, we can, but..." she places a hand on his groin and refuses to look at him.
"I can't believe I'm the one saying this, but we're going sightseeing. Not fair, you get to go out with everyone else but me."
"You mean Sesshomaru?"
"Sesshomaru, everyone, point is it's not me and that's not fair."
Is he jealous?
"Well, thank you for planning all of this. It's really sweet." Especially the helicopter ride to see Mount Fuji. She talked about it in passing once, but she didn't think he was really listening to her, at least not back then. "I'll follow you wherever you go." There's nowhere he can go that she wouldn't go too. Nothing strong enough to keep him from her. In a world full of curses, Satoru is a shining light.
"Kind of want to make love to you under the moonlight, but the neighbors would see."
"I could always put up a barrier if you're worried your veil wouldn't hold." She shouldn't be encouraging it, but being with Satoru makes her want to act out in ways she could never envision herself behaving.
"That could work. Wait. Are you calling my veils weak?"
"I'm not the one that always causes the lights to malfunction." She shrugs and goes back to eating her food. "Alrighty, so we're just gonna walk around?"
Satoru huffs. "Figured you might want to see the Sumpu Castle since you're such a history junkie."
"Ooh. To be fair, I did used to time travel."
His mouth drops. Kagome reaches over and feeds him a piece of his fish. "I—ahem." He coughs. "Keep forgetting that, even though it's so tame compared to everything else you've done."
"So, no shrine tours?"
"After last time? Nah, but we still need to pick one to support since you don't want one of your own."
"You don't want a shrine. You just want to see me dressed up as a shrine maiden."
"Damn, am I that obvious?"
"The obviouest."
He sighs, sliding his hand up her skirt. "I think I'll keep ya, Gome-chan."
She rolls her eyes. "Don't start something you can't finish."
"So feisty, but fine, we don't have time if we're gonna go to the castle." He wets his lips. "Pick up some more tights for you."
"What's wrong with the tights I have?" There's nothing wrong with the pair she's wearing.
"Oh, nothing," he coos, humming an obnoxious tune as he finishes his meal.
Kagome unlocks the front door and holds in a yawn as she slides her shoes off. She hangs up her coat and purse. Satoru closes the door with the back of his foot. His hands are full of shopping bags and souvenirs, though really the so-called souvenirs are just kikufuku that he could not pass up. He sets the bags down next to the staircase and rounds on her.
She takes in a sharp breath as he pushes his sunglasses up into a makeshift hairband.
"Toru," she warns, backing up until her back is against the door. She's corned. Her pulse quickens. Like a switch, gone is the easy-going Satoru from earlier.
"You've been teasing me all day," he says, planting his hands on the door, so all she can see is him. "First, you came down in this skirt. Then you had to wear these tights."
"I could wear an oversized sweater and sweatpants and you would—" He kisses her and then continues as if he didn't just cut her off.
"Then you felt me up at the restaurant."
Kagome rolls her eyes as she undoes the rest of his buttons. "You started that."
"You kissed me in the castle gardens."
"Oh no," she quips, sliding her hands down the expanse of his chest. His abs tighten under her fingertips. Kami he's smooth and hard. She ranks her nails down his abs, preening at his hiss of pleasure. "Pretty sure you started that, too. I didn't pin myself up against a tree."
"Then you wouldn't let me go in the dressing room with you."
She blows out a breath and fiddles with his belt. She didn't let him go in for obvious reasons. The last thing she wants to get hit with is a public indecency charge. "You know why." Kagome bites her bottom lip as she slides her hand in his pants and past his boxers. She strokes him.
"And then you flashed me on the way home."
"I did not."
"That's not what my six-eyes are telling me." He slides his hands down the expanse of her chest, cupping a full breast with a lazy smirk on his face. "Pretty sure you flashed me when you bent down."
"Pretty sure that was wishful thinking."
"Hm." He pretends to think. He toys with the end of her shirt before tugging it over her head. Satoru takes a step and stares her down like a man starved. "Did ya tits get bigger overnight?"
"Now you're definitely imagining things." Though her breasts have been sore, but she isn't gonna give him that satisfaction.
"Do a twirl for me, yeah?" He pulls out his phone and moves his finger in a circular motion. Kagome rolls her eyes but obliges. "Thanks, Gome-chan, wanted to have memories of what those tights looked like." He sets his phone down on the shelf and shrugs off his shirt.
"We aren't really doing it against the door, are we?"
"Can't make it to the bedroom." He kicks off his pants and tosses his boxers to the pile of clothing on the floor. "I'll be easy, won't break ya."
She narrows her eyes and stands straight in an attempt to appear threatening, but it's clearly not working because Satoru doesn't so much as walk over to her as he does stalks. He drops to his knees and rips her tights because of course he fucking did. Her only consolation is the number of tights they got while they were out.
"You keep ripping all my clothes."
"They shouldn't be so rip-able then." He holds up the ripped fabric. "Hands."
Hands?
She holds out her hands and quips a brow as he uses the fabric to tie her hands together. She pulls her hands back, testing how strong the knot is. Damn. No budge.
"You can keep the skirt and your bra on," he says as though it's already been decided. He flashes a smile while he pulls her underwear down. His nostrils flare. "Ah, I could just eat you for days. Would you let me do that?" Satoru doesn't give her a chance to answer. His head disappears under her skirt. A strangled moan wretches itself free from her throat at the first contact of his tongue on her puffy lips.
Her fingernails dig into her palms. She needs something to hold on to, but she can't. The sounds he makes are sinful. He doesn't hide how much he enjoys licking her pussy like it's dessert. "Toru," she whines, her chest blooming with warmth.
He pulls back, his eyes dark with desire. "Oh, did you want a treat too?" He laughs, but there is nothing funny about how he stands with her juice coating his chin or how he urges her to her knees. He tilts his head, gripping his cock with one hand, tapping it on her lips, and threading his fingers through her hair with his other hand. "You look so pretty on your knees," he coos.
"You-mph." She narrows her eyes up at him.
"What was that? You want me to fuck your face?" His laughter is slightly cruel, the kind of laughter of someone drunk off a drug. Her cheeks hollow as she takes him the way he likes. She flexes her fingers, not sure what to do with her arms since she can't move them. His head lulls back as he fucks her mouth like she owes him something. His hand grabs a fistful of hair and pushes her face closer to him.
She gags.
"Shit. Sorry," he says, but there's no trace of apology in his tone, even as he brushes a stray tear from her cheek. The pad of his thumb is rough against her soft skin. "Your lips are so swollen." He helps her to her feet and slants his lips over her, mixing their taste together. His breaths are heavy. Uneven. "Hands up."
"You are so damn bossy," she chides, raising her arms. Satoru pushes his head through the space and lifts her so her legs wrap around his waist. Her heart stops. Have his eyes always been that blue?
"Nice and slow," he says, guiding her down on his cock. Her back hits the door. "Gome-chan, you're gripping me like a vice," he breathes before kissing her again. Nice and slow. It's different from how he usually takes her. Hard. As though he's always trying to imprint his name on her.
This is nice too.
Be better if she could touch him, too.
"Sa-to-ru," she moans, though she doesn't quite know what she's asking for, just that she needs him. Her body is feverish. Desire licks at the pit of her stomach, twisting and turning the heat dial into overdrive. She's burning for him.
"I got you," he says, voice thick with need. She licks at his lips, mouth curling up at his shocked expression. "Gonna fill ya up," he promises. He moves her body up and down as though she weighs nothing. The sound of their sweat-slick skin slapping fills her ears with delight.
She falls apart in his arms, her release so swift it steals her breath away. Satoru chases her lips as he fucks her through his orgasm. Their combined essence drips to the floor with audible plops. It's nasty. It's erotic. And she might be even more in love with him than she thought possible.
"I always got you," he says, slightly breathless as he turns on his heels and carries her up the stairs.
"Hey Toru?"
"Hm?"
"Are you going to untie me now?" She flexes her muscles, smiling inwardly at his groan.
"Who said I was done?"
A/N: I can't believe I let you guys talk me into writing more smut lololol. Next updates in no particular order will be Accidently Dating, A Thousand Days, And How To Tame. And I haven't forgotten about the Christmas Wish, I'll work on that in December...which starts this week.
"Have they talked about names yet" - Not yet, they were waiting to learn the gender, though Satoru is going to be in for a surprise when he finds out they are having twins.
"A litter of nekomata" - Megumi would probably take every nekomata that's for the future kids and keep them for himself. He's not above hiding them in his shadow lol.
Stay safe everyone! Make sure to take care of yourselves and to try to refill your well every day if possible!
