At Satoru's insistence, Kagome lets him walk in first because maybe there's a trap at the door.
There isn't, but Kagome keeps quiet because she doesn't know how she knew that. Less than a gut feeling and more like the curse personally told her, it would do no such thing, and it isn't that smart.
"Alright, baby. I'll take care of this curse real quick," Satoru says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black leather glove. He slides it over his hand and looks ahead. The exterior of the building looked fine for the most part, but the interior leaves much to be desired. The floors creak and the paint is chipping from the walls. On the floor next to the hallway, a picture lies broken and dusty. There is a lot to take in, but Kagome watches as Satoru slides the other glove on.
Oh dear, does she have a glove fetish?
"What's with the gloves?" She clears her throat and tucks her hair behind her ear. They need to exorcise the curse first, and then she can touch him. As much as she wants to grab him now, she keeps her hands to herself. Curse and then movie time. It's a shame curses don't show up on camera, but that's probably also for the best.
"Oh, these?" He flexes his fingers, and Kagome swears her pussy throbs in tune, creating a symphony that only she can hear. His fingers are long, really long, and it drives her crazy when he bends her over the bed and fucks her with those fingers. "I know you wanted to see a show and I doubt the plumbing is still working here, so I figured this would let me show you a good time without getting my hands dirty." He angles his head down and smiles. "You just stand there and look pretty, yeah?"
What he is saying makes sense, but she likes those gloves. A lot. Clearly hanging around Miroku all these years has rubbed off on her.
"I'm not squeamish about blood. If that's what you're worried about." She presses her lips together and stares at his gloves in contemplation. "The next time we go back to the past, you can let loose there."
"Let loose?" The words hang between them for a moment. Satoru's mouth opens in a soundless laugh. "Oh, you want that?"
Kagome shrugs. "It's more so the gloves than anything else, but I wouldn't complain if you wanted to do that, too."
Satoru advances on her and wraps an arm around her. "Open up for me, yeah."
She spreads her legs and sighs in appreciation when his fingers, his gloved fingers, touch her through the tights. Satoru's nostrils flare as the realization hits him smack in the chest. His fingers press into her more insistently. It doesn't take much. It never does with him. She's wet and all too aware of the danger lurking in the building while Satoru runs his fingers over her lips.
He angles his head down and inhales. "Wanna fuck you against the wall," he says, voice strained with need. "You have more of these?" His hand slides up and then dips inside her tights. Her eyes roll back as he slides two fingers into her, easing them in and out in lazy strokes. He fucks her with his fingers like they have all the time in the world. As if there isn't a curse upstairs in the last room on the left, hidden inside of a closet.
Kagome's brows pinch together. "Knew you'd want to rip them." She blinks at a vision of the curse, a burly type with needles sticking out of its face like a cushion and five pairs of legs, but only two arms. "Uh, I think you should exorcise that curse. It's trying to escape out of the upper window."
Satoru pulls back and while she can't see his eyes or his brows because of the blindfold, she imagines he's wondering how she knows that. "Forgot about the curse," he says, withdrawing his fingers. Kagome reaches for his hand and wraps her lips around them. Satoru makes a choked noise in the back of his throat. His Adam's apple bobs.
"Okay, you can go now." Kagome drops his hand. So that's what she tastes like. Personally, she doesn't think she tastes nearly as sweet as Satoru claims, but there's no point in arguing with him about it. "The stairs on the left are broken, but the stairs down that hall are fine." She points to the hallway where the picture lies on the ground.
Satoru tilts his head. "How do you know that? Have you been here before?" He places a hand on her back and leads them to the left stairs, where the last five steps lie in a crumbled mess on the floor. Satoru wraps his arm around her, tucking her closer to his side as he jumps to the middle steps and then to the top.
"I don't know," she admits. "It's not an ability of mine. Maybe it's the baby's?"
"Did Koushi do anything while he was in the womb?" Satoru kicks the door open and walks a few steps in front of her. He's taking this well. Though he also took demons and time travel, and of course multiverse well too. Kagome shakes her head, though Satoru isn't looking back at her.
"No, he never did anything crazy... well, he never liked the machines, so that was part of the reason I stopped going to the doctor and had a home birth." She crosses her arms. Koushi wasn't conceived under the same conditions as this child. "I think it's because of the energy fluctuations."
"Ah, the energy massage," he says wistfully. "We should do that again." He looks over his shoulder and smirks at her. "You admitted it. That you're pregnant."
Of course, that's what he focuses on. Not how strange it is for a baby to be manifesting while in the womb.
"Just let me know when you plan to announce it, though I think Mom and Syouma should know..." Oh right, she told Ayumi. "Well, Ayumi already knows. I told her yesterday when she came over." She stops when Satoru holds a hand up. The curse energy seeps from under the door like a warning.
Satoru cracks his knuckles. "Can ya put up a barrier around yourself? Make me feel more at ease." He presses his hand against the door. "Supposed to be a special grade curse, but its domain is incomplete."
Kagome puts up a barrier to settle Satoru's mind and remains in the doorway while Satoru strolls inside the room. There are rows and rows of desks. It looks sad. There are no walls for privacy. Just rows and rows of cramped desks. Several have two chairs and two computers. This place must have been festering with negative emotions. Workers forced to stay long past their shifts, working side by side with their coworkers that they probably didn't like all that well.
Kagome rubs at her eyes. The vision of what this place could have been is too real. The curse stands and lets out a low growl. It's stuck here, tethered to this room in particular. For a moment, Kagome feels terrible for it, but then Satoru's energy flares and coats the room, and her body trembles. She has a barrier around her, so Satoru's energy shouldn't be getting through, but it does, and the darkness dances along her arms, enticing her own energy to flare.
Is this what he feels when she gives him an energy massage? Leaning against the door, she sucks in a breath. It feels like he is everywhere. So caught up in trying to hold herself together, she nearly misses Satoru exorcising the curse. It tries to throw a desk at him and then a jab, but Satoru grins up at it while his energy pushes against it. Satoru ups the output of his cursed energy until the curse's skin is ripped from it until nothing remains.
"I was going to use my hands, but I know how much you like... these gloves," Satoru says, as he turns around. "Are you okay? Shit, was that too much?"
Kagome drops the barrier and crooks a finger at him. "Come here."
He slides his blindfold down. "You sure you're alright?" He swallows. His hands rest on her hips. As cute as his concern is, Kagome wants something else from him. She runs her hands up and down his chest. This shirt of his has got to go. They could go back down the stairs and out the door, but that feels too long.
"Can you break the window?" She leans into him. Her nipples harden. She aches for him. "I need you, Satoru. Please."
Satoru chuckles. "Bloodthirsty, huh?" He lifts her and lowers his voice. "Wrap those pretty legs around me. I got you."
She wraps her arms and legs around him, inhaling his scent while he fires something at the wall. Red, maybe? She kisses his neck, sucking the skin between her lips. The mark fades as quickly as it appears. Kagome glares at his neck while Satoru jumps down. Does she need to add some energy to it for her marks to stick?
"Where's the tripod?" Satoru breathes.
"Trunk." She licks a strip up his neck and then clamps down, pooling her energy around the area. It's silly, but she doesn't care. She wants to look at him, look at the love marks she made.
"Fuck." Satoru giggles, fucking giggles. Kagome blames the surge of cursed energy for the thoughts going through her mind. Blames the darkness of his energy wrapping around her for why she wants to claim him. "Easy, baby. I'm not going anywhere." Satoru's hands grip her thighs. "Shit, hold on. We gotta get the tripod." He blows out a breath as he lowers her on the hood of the car. He spikes a hand through his hair. His eyes are blown.
Kagome smiles. So that's what it will take. She nods her head and leans back. "Hurry or I'll start without you." It's an empty threat, but Satoru flashes out of view. She laughs, but it dies in her throat as she takes in just how much of the building Satoru took out. That looks expensive. Half of the building is just gone. "Satoru, you took out more than the window." She turns her head and wets her lips while he sets up the tripod. On the floor next to the black tripod is the red bag of toys.
Did he see the cock ring?
"Hm? Oh, it's fine. A little property damage never hurt anyone." He pulls out his phone and fiddles with the angle. "Smile for Daddy."
She leans forward and toys with the end of her dress, pulling it up ever so slightly. As much as she wants to throw it over her head, if they are gonna make a movie, she may as well put on a show. "Come here," she commands.
Satoru hesitates for a moment and then moves the tripod to the side, closest to the driver's door. "Hands on the car, ass facing me." He snaps his gloves against his wrist.
She really, really loves those gloves of his. Kagome slides off the car and does as he says. She sighs with relief when his body covers hers. He breathes against her neck as if he's trying to pull himself together. He palms her ass, squeezing her cheeks before smacking her. Kagome moans. Her body jolts before she pushes back against him, wiggling her hips. "Satoru, fuck me." She glances back and nearly comes from the look in his eyes.
Damn, he's more feral looking than when he exorcised that curse.
She bites her lip as she reaches for him, drawing him in for a kiss while he thrusts against her. The dry humping is torture. It's not like Satoru to draw things out, but he kisses her leisurely, as though she's the only thing that matters. As if they have all the time to stay here and love one another. Kagome sucks his bottom lip and then bites down. He may want to take things slow, but she does not.
Satoru's eyes close as his hands tighten on her hips. He pulls away just enough to grip her tights and rip them. They lie in tatters around her ankles. "Is that what you want?" He shoves his pants down and slams his cock into her in one thrust. "Look at cha," he coos, "sucking my cock in like a good girl. Baby, you're so greedy. Mine." Satoru grips her hip with one hand and grabs her hair with his other one, tugging her head back and forcing her to arch. "Say you love this cock."
Kagome's eyes roll back. The cool exterior of the car gives her little reprieve from the heat of Satoru's cock fanning the fire burning in her gut. "I love your cock! Oh! Right there," she moans. The only thing keeping her from toppling over is Satoru's hold on her hair. The sweet burn of pain reminds her this isn't a fantasy. "Satoru," Kagome whines, "So close." She's been wound tight all day.
He grunts as he eases his hold on her hair to grip her hips with both hands. Kagome's stomach flip-flops as her feet lift off the ground. Her fingers slip on the steel, but Satoru's thrusts never slow down. She gives up on trying to hold on to the hood of the car and gets lost in the feeling of him. Satoru slows down and slides a hand down her leg, urging her to wrap it around his back. He does the same to her other leg and then grabs her arms.
"Satoru!" Kagome's chest heaves. Her muscles strain with the effort to stay locked in place. This is why she stretches twice a day. She cries out his name over and over. He's reaching deeper depths in this position. It's on the verge of being too much. Satoru is not a small man and the way he wields his cock; it could be registered as a weapon.
"I gotcha, fuckkk yeah." Satoru chuckles, breathless. "That's my girl. Keep on coming for me. Gonna fill ya up."
Kagome squeezes her eyes when she comes. The pleasure overtakes her senses, nearly blinding her. It's his name on her lips when she comes. Always his. Satoru's thrusts become more erratic. He fucks her while he comes. Her bangs are plastered to her forehead. "Kami, Satoru," she breathes. Her brain struggles to keep sense of everything. She blows out a breath when her back hits the hood of the car and her legs are bent and spread apart. "W-wait! It's going to—Satoru!" Her hands dart out, reaching for him, but Satoru wraps his lips around her. She swears he's smiling while he laps up the evidence of her and his come. "Pervert," she huffs out, dragging her hands down her face.
Kami, she loves him.
"Stay right there." He kisses her inner thigh and then her before he's pulling away. Kagome pouts. "Oh, what's this?" He squats near the bag and pulls out the silicone ring. "And you call me the pervert?"
"Take off your clothes and put that on," Kagome says, resting on her elbows so she can watch him. "I want that on camera."
Satoru stares at her for a moment. His ears are red, flushed. Kagome raises a brow. Does he like it when she tells him what to do? Nah, she's probably just overthinking it. It's the mood, not about the commands she barks out. But still, he's moving too slow.
"Satoru," Kagome says. "Now."
He stands and grabs the tripod, angling it towards him before sliding his shirt off. Kagome bites her bottom lip. Oh, she could look at him all day. His biceps flex as he shoves his pants all the way down and then kicks them away, near the bag. Satoru eyes her and then drops his attention to the ring in his hand. His lips curl up as he slides the ring over his cock. She crooks her finger and motions for him to come back to her. Satoru grabs his phone, takes it off the tripod, and approaches her.
"Show me those pretty tits," he coos, holding the phone in front of him. Kagome slides the straps down, her dress pools around her waist. Satoru caresses her breast, squeezing until milk leaks. He lifts his hand and licks the milk off. "Every part of you is so sweet."
"Satoru, put the phone down and fuck me."
"Hold on, I'm taking inventory." He flashes her a smile. Kagome huffs and lifts a foot, pressing the heel on his stomach. Satoru pauses and stares at her foot. He grabs her ankle and tugs her forward. Kagome's brows furrow together. What is he doing? She gasps when he places her foot on his cock, the heel digs into the skin, but he doesn't seem to mind.
No, he likes it. Kagome's heart beats faster. She wants to know everything that turns him on. The tattered fabric of what used to be her tights hangs from her ankles like a bracelet. "Satoru," she warns.
"Alright, alright." He points the phone down at her foot before setting it back into place on the tripod. He fiddles with it for a moment, searching for the best angle, before joining her once more. "Legs in the air. I want those shoes on my shoulders." He holds her legs together with one arm and then reaches between them, flipping the ring on. "Shit," he says with a laugh as he enters her. "You like that?"
Kagome can hardly open her mouth to form the words, so she nods instead, and even that takes so much energy. The vibrator smacks against her clit, giving her a jolt every time Satoru snaps his hips. She cups her breasts, needing something to do with her hands. She caresses them and plucks at her nipples. Her breasts tingle as the sensation of milk leaking from her nipples mixes with the vibrations. Satoru's mouth opens as he stares at her.
"Wanna touch you, Toru."
He drops her legs, and she immediately wraps them around him. He rests his arm on the hood of the car and then kisses her softly. She runs her hands down his back, pushing her energy into it.
"Kagome," he says, voice haggard. "I can't come with this ring on."
She laughs as she moves her hands to palm his face. "That's the point, Satoru." She flexes her lower muscles, tightening when he goes to move. Satoru growls. His eyes squeezed shut as he inhales. Kagome smiles before kissing him.
Maybe she should edge him after all.
A/N: Happy Sunday! It's been a long week so I figured smut would cheer everyone up lol.
"Does being around Kagome have a positive effect on the six eyes train?" - Yep. Satoru's body doesn't work as hard to keep the strain down when Kagome is around since her energy heals and amplifies.
"Is Eri stalking Satoru's social media?" - Not yet, she's in denial that she did anything wrong.
"Why is Koushi mad at Satoru?" - Because Satoru keeps getting into his milk.
I am over my cold finally though I got this lingering cough. Probably update sometime in the middle of the week and on Sunday since I took off this week for a staycation and to get some orignal writing done. Might update Brat Tamer this week but I also need to get back to How To Tame. Something will be updated.
Take care of yourselves! Drink plenty of water and make sure to get lots of rest. And everything is going to be okay!