#starlingchild4
Sinful Symphonies - an InuKag smut fic
So. Um. You can all blame this Kristanna fic for this monstrosity. I took the basic premise and build-up, put it in my own words and details, and just…. yeah. Made it InuKag instead. ^^“
Title: "Sinful Symphonies”
Posted on: ff.netandAO3
Words:5,048
Rated:M
Genre:Shameless smut, with a touch of Humor
Setting:modern AU/neighbors AUAll right, ya filthy animals. Have at it! *throws smut at y'all and flees the premises*
~~~
Moving was a fucking hassle. It’s one of those growing-up truths that no one really warns young adults about, but it’s an universally unspoken understanding nonetheless, even for those who’ve been blessed enough to live in one house their whole lives.
Inuyasha Taisho, resident of countless apartments in his lifetime, knew this fact all too well. It didn’t matter if you lived a Spartan life and could fit all your belongings in a duffle bag; finding available apartments, getting accepted by the landlord if you’re lucky, the fucking paperwork – it’s a nightmare. But, it’s also the way it was, and with the cards life dealt onto Inuyasha since his early childhood, he knew better than to bitch about it more than necessary.
He actually got lucky this time around. His job finally promoted him, and as soon as his lease from his old place was up, he got out of that shady complex and found a nicer, cleaner place, one that also saved his ass a ton of money because it was within comfortably safe biking distance from work, plus a bunch of stores and necessities along the way. Convenient and generally pleasant place, all things considered.
But then, like always, shit happened that made him question his decision-making.
Inuyasha was not one to bail when things got tough. He’d had his fair share of shitty living conditions, from his orphaned years living in the foster care system, to getting emancipated at 15 and struggling to find places that would house him. He’d dealt with cops at his neighbors’ doors (even at his own door sometimes), he’d overheard gang fights (even got involved sometimes), and there was that one fire of his youth that cost him the last photo of his mother and father. The list went on and on. Life was a royal pain in the ass and he knew that firsthand.
But for the first time in his life, he was seriously battling with himself on saying “fuck it” to his lease and moving out, despite only being fully unpacked for about a month.
All because of her.
Sinful Symphonies - an InuKag smut fic
So. Um. You can all blame this Kristanna fic for this monstrosity. I took the basic premise and build-up, put it in my own words and details, and just…. yeah. Made it InuKag instead. ^^“
Title: "Sinful Symphonies”
Posted on: ff.netandAO3
Words:5,048
Rated:M
Genre:Shameless smut, with a touch of Humor
Setting:modern AU/neighbors AU
All right, ya filthy animals. Have at it! *throws smut at y'all and flees the premises*
~~~
Moving was a fucking hassle. It’s one of those growing-up truths that no one really warns young adults about, but it’s an universally unspoken understanding nonetheless, even for those who’ve been blessed enough to live in one house their whole lives.
Inuyasha Taisho, resident of countless apartments in his lifetime, knew this fact all too well. It didn’t matter if you lived a Spartan life and could fit all your belongings in a duffle bag; finding available apartments, getting accepted by the landlord if you’re lucky, the fucking paperwork – it’s a nightmare. But, it’s also the way it was, and with the cards life dealt onto Inuyasha since his early childhood, he knew better than to bitch about it more than necessary.
He actually got lucky this time around. His job finally promoted him, and as soon as his lease from his old place was up, he got out of that shady complex and found a nicer, cleaner place, one that also saved his ass a ton of money because it was within comfortably safe biking distance from work, plus a bunch of stores and necessities along the way. Convenient and generally pleasant place, all things considered.
But then, like always, shit happened that made him question his decision-making.
Inuyasha was not one to bail when things got tough. He’d had his fair share of shitty living conditions, from his orphaned years living in the foster care system, to getting emancipated at 15 and struggling to find places that would house him. He’d dealt with cops at his neighbors’ doors (even at his own door sometimes), he’d overheard gang fights (even got involved sometimes), and there was that one fire of his youth that cost him the last photo of his mother and father. The list went on and on. Life was a royal pain in the ass and he knew that firsthand.
But for the first time in his life, he was seriously battling with himself on saying “fuck it” to his lease and moving out, despite only being fully unpacked for about a month.
All because of her.
When shit hits the fan, he could carry on. He could fight, or stand up for himself. He could grieve and pull himself up and keep moving forward because that’s all you can do. But something as petty as this was something too embarrassing to address. It was so… juvenile. It killed him that it drove him nuts. And yet. Here he fucking was.
He just couldn’t handle another night listening to that woman orgasm. Loudly. Unabashedly. By her-fucking-self, no less. At least with a man, he’d be impressed that someone was doing his job right. At least with a man, he’d have something to be jealous of!
Inuyasha, of all people, was very familiar with the concept of noise complaints in apartment dwellings. With his heightened senses, he picked up way more than the average walls-are-thin-as-paper noise issues most people pick up. More than just loud music or gaming or tv shows, more than just domestic spats or squabbling siblings, more than just the tell-tale thumping noises of a bedpost hitting the wall due to explicit activities, Inuyasha, when concentrating, heard it all, down to the last syllable. Inuyasha learned years ago to tune out the specific details, only focusing if it was a dangerous situation to keep him alert.
Untilshe began using that goddamn vibrator.
It all started about a week after he finished unpacking everything in his new apartment. Inuyasha was a minimalist by nature (the foster care system and that stupid fire taught him that property is ultimately temporary and therefore not worthy beyond necessity and entertainment media – thank God for the internet), but between his long shift hours, it was a bitch setting up his entertainment system, since his priority on moving day was setting up the furniture. Moving and work had exhausted him to the point of him passing out the moment he hit the pillows, and it wasn’t until his first proper day off when he noticed it.
The sound of vibrations on the other side of the wall of his bed. And the moans.
Inuyasha tried to ignore it. Tried to snort, mutter sarcastically to himself, “Classy,” and punch his pillow into a better position and just fall asleep. But it didn’t work. Her moans and gasps of pleasure permeated the wall between them and made themselves at home in his mind.
It didn’t help that she didn’t bother holding back as her pleasure mounted. Eventually, she was crying out so loudly, Inuyasha wondered if she’d be getting noise complaints in the morning (not from him, he’s not that kind of person, and not because he liked it or anything. Nope. Not at all.)
It wasn’t that this was the first woman Inuyasha inadvertently overheard. Not even the first woman getting herself off, and not just assisted by her boyfriend. But for some reason, the sounds this woman made every night did things to his brain and body like never before.
Maybe it was because he hadn’t gotten laid in a while. Maybe it was the lilt in her voice, the softness of her tone that escalated into sharp cries that would make any man grow harder than steel. Maybe it was because it happened literally on the other side of the wall where his bed laid against. He even found himself imagining laying side-by-side with this nameless, faceless woman (with the sexiest voice on the goddamn planet, fuck), and wondering what sort of noises she’d make with his fingers and tongue in place of her sex toy—
Aaaaaand he put a stop to that train of thought, thank you very much!
But no matter how many times he put on the brakes, her mewls and cries of pleasure wormed their way into his sensitive ears, so much so that he honed in on them. All other noise was drowned out by her voice.
He tried. He fucking tried so hard to block her out.
On the third night, when he realized this was going to be A Thing From Now On, he briskly got out of bed, turned on his playstation, and sat up for hours playing video games. He settled on one title that required serious concentration in order to run through properly. He turned up the volume just slightly higher than allowed, desperately hoping that concentrating on game-him not dying would soften his erection and get her (beautiful, sultry, addictive) voice out of his head.
But no. Of fucking course not.
Years of tuning out noises? Gone. Adios. Sayonara, bitch. This fucking chick’s moans and groans and cries and screams of unadulterated pleasure made him die exactly fifty-seven times in an hour. Yes, even keeping fucking count did nothing to silence her increasingly loud voice.
“Oh God, oh yes! Yes, yes, YES! YES, PLEASE-– AHHHHH!”
Over and over. Anyone who ever claimed that dirty talk was boring if it was the same simple words on repeat had never had the pleasure of hearing a woman somehow make simple three-letter-words sound utterly debauched and hot with every repetition. The more “yeses” she screamed to the heavens, the more Inuyasha’s cock hardened in response, longing to be the one to make her scream, twitching with an unquenched thirst as precum soaked his boxers without touching himself. He prayed she’d finish soon so he could relieve himself in peace.
But of course, vibrators did not finish like normal men, so the fucking bitch kept going.
Until at last, Inuyasha threw aside his pointless game, snarling obscenities to the universe, and plunged his hand down his pants at last to grab his throbbing cock, unable to stop himself from groaning as he pumped his hand to the rhythm of her pleasurable peaks and valleys and sudden jerks upward sky-high into heavenly territory of sensuality.
He came harder than he had in living memory. He laid in bed, completely winded, hearing her own heavy pants next door, and wondered just what the hell he had gotten himself into.
This went on for weeks.
Like goddamn clockwork.
Every night, Inuyasha gets ready for bed. The noises start happening. He sighs and pulls down his pajama bottoms and starts masturbating to the sound of a strange woman’s orgasms, half-hating himself for participating in something without her knowledge or consent, but holy fucking hell, what else could a man do?!
Inuyasha was certain a god up above was punishing him.
One night, she must have gotten a particularly sensitive spot because her cries sharply erupted into screams and Inuyasha was beside himself, pumping his aching erection, inwardly begging her to come soon because he had to come with her, he just had to —!
He couldn’t resist the shuddering loud cry as he came, squirting ropes of cum over his boxers, but he was fairly certain that no one could hear him over the hedonistic rhapsody going on the other side of his wall.
He was so fucked.
Sometimes, the shame told him to just anonymously report a noise complaint. Give a roundabout warning to this poor woman that her privacy was unintentionally breached (and hopefully not leave enough of the imagination that there was a strange man jerking off to her desire on the other side of her wall…)
Other times, the disgust told him that jerking off to her was no different than taking advantage of her. She had no idea that she was overheard! She wasn’t getting paid to be viewed like a porn star, he had no right. He had no right.
But that didn’t stop him. Loathe himself as he did, he lost himself every night to her erotic symphonies, because, dammit, he was single and horny and so was she, obviously, and it wasn’t hurting anyone, anymore than her masturbation did anything more than inconvinence him!
That was before he saw her face for the first time.
One day, coming in from an early shift from work, he unlocked his door when the door next to his opened.
Oh.
Oh no.
Ohfuck.
The woman who stepped onto the threshold of the apartment that was the bane and joy of his existence was drop-dead gorgeous.
Wavy, ebony black hair that hung low down her back (and oh, just imagine grabbing hold of those luscious locks while pounding her from behind— she’s standing right there, jackass!), beautifully curvy physique, both thin and fit like a casual athlete (damn, how flexible was she– focus!!), and her eyes! That mouth! Those sweet, kissable lips that formed all those torturous noises from the past several weeks, those lips that he imagined all over his body, those lips that were… currently moving?
Inuyasha blinked hard and shook his head. “Sorry, what was that?”
His (unbelievably sinfully sexy) neighbor gave a nervous grin (that was so cute and coy and oh, man, he was in deep shit) and repeated, “This is the first time I’ve seen you!” Her voice, her normal speaking not-lost-in-the-piercing-cries-of-ecstasy chimed like sweet bells, resonating in Inuyasha’s ears, confirming her identity that he’d grown to half-hate half-love these past several weeks. Shit. She wasn’t just a hallucination after all.
She continued blissfully on, innocent of the raging war inside Inuyasha’s mind: “My name is—”
Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say your name, I can’t have a name to that face, to that voice, otherwise I’m royally fu—
“– Kagome! What’s yours, neighbor?”
FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!
“Great. Um. Yeah. Names. Right.”
Way to sound like a genius. A real Casanova.
Kagome giggled adorably. Everything about her was sexy and adorable and attractive and it was all so backwards, so wrong, he was supposed to find her cute first, then go on a few dates, and then discover the unbelievably hot music she produced, the angelic yet debauched cresting sound of pure, wanton need, begging him to release her until she is nothing more than a puddle in his arms—
“–lo? Hello? Earth to neighbor?” Kagome was laughing and snapping her fingers in front of his face and Inuyasha wanted to die. And kiss her. And die again.
So, he did the one thing he always did when cornered. He lashed out.
“Look, I’m really fucking tired, had a long day from work, and I don’t do cutesy neighborly shit, so here’s the deal: name’s Inuyasha, now leave me the fuck alone.”
Kagome stared at him, slack-jawed. Inuyasha glared back, furious at himself, but also at her for being blissfully unaware of the torment she had been inflicting on him for weeks. Sure, he probably went too far, but standing in her presence, keeping her dirty little secret without her knowledge, was too much to bear. He had to let out some of his grievances, right?
Then, something completely unexpected happened. Kagome snapped.
“Excuse me? I also happen to work long hours,Inuyasha” – why did she have to say his name in such a disgusted tone that also sounded hot? – “but there is no need to be such a – a – jerk!” She burst out the word like it was the worst insult she could summon, a smug triumphant look on her face, proudly tilting up her chin to glare at him eye-to-eye. It was so cute and ridiculous, that Inuyasha was honestly tempted to inform her that he had heard much worse come out of her mouth.
But that was, obviously, impossible.
Instead, he played indifference. “Whatever. Go make friends with some squirrels or some shit.” He stepped inside his door and started to close it behind him, but she stuck her fucking foot inside.
What. The. Hell.
Her persistence was turning him on, as was her very presence, and oh god, he was only just registering her smell! Fuck everything, fuck this, fuck her! (Except no! Not really! That’s precisely what he was avoiding!Should be avoiding! Like a goddamn fool! Opportunity knocks but once – Oh fuck himself most of all!)
She was ranting some horseshit about rudeness (while sticking her foot inside his apartment, was the bitch insane?), but Inuyasha was feeling dizzy. Her anger was weirdly hot, and he wasn’t sure how much of that was a weird fetish he never knew he had or just the drugged effect of knowing all about her throes of rapture….
“– and another thing! You were the one playing video games so loudly a while back! You have no right to get pissy with me after being so …. loud…?”
Kagome’s voice trailed off into a confused mutter when she noticed Inuyasha shaking. His shoulders were trembling violently, his head bent down low, like he was avoiding her eyes. She quickly removed her foot, her voice shaky with terror.
“Oh my god, I let my temper get the better of me, I am so sorry, I’ll make it up to you–”
But then suddenly, unable to take it any longer, Inuyasha burst out laughing. Loud, barking laughter, the kind he hadn’t done in what felt like years. Clutching the sides of his stomach, he doubled over, leaning against his door frame, laughing until tears were pricking his eyes. Through blurry eyes, heaving with deep breaths, he stared at Kagome, his neighbor, his crazy, feisty, sexy neighbor whom he just met and yet knew all kinds of intimate details about that would make the most lecherous of men blush.
“I hate to break it to you, Ka-Go-Me, but you’re the one who’s loud.”
A beat of silence. Inuyasha watched with grim satisfaction as comprehension dawned on Kagome’s face, her brown eyes flicking up to his tell-tale dog ears, her reddened cheeks from her temper tantrum earlier became a much more intense hue of blood-red. She squeaked something incoherent and fled back to her door, slamming it shut behind her.
~
A week of silence. Finally, Inuyasha went to sleep every night with a clear conscience. Finally, some peace and quiet.
He hated it with every fiber of his being.
Fuck, he missed listening to that delicious debauchery! Plus, he still got relentlessly hard every night and jerked off to the memory of her voice, with now, to add insult to injury, her face and her name to conjure in his mind.
He imagined her calling out his name and him whispering her name to make it sound dirty and yet so right, to make her toes curl by how he drenched every sweet syllable of her beautiful name with desire, and then make her sing symphonies as he proceeded to unleash his lust into every crevice, every dip and curve and hill, ravish her body in a way that a stupid fucking vibrator was incapable of doing—
Then, one night, something changed the new routine. Inuyasha froze, despite being deep into the fantasy of fucking his neighbor six ways from Sunday. Ever so softly, tentatively, on the other side of the wall, he heard… moans. Sweet, familiar, wonderful little gasps and groans, this time without the vibrations of her toy.
Just Kagome’s hand giving herself pleasure. Somehow that made it even hotter.
Groaning happily at hearing the return of his favorite show, Inuyasha continued his ministrations slowly, longing to prolong this night, the first one in forever, this time knowing her identity, knowing how her eyes spark with amusement and fury incredibly easily, knowing how thick and long her hair was and wondering how delicious it’d feel to pull her gorgeous body upright by her hair alone….
“Inu…. yash… aaaaa….”
Inuyasha nearly yelped in shock. That had to be his imagination. It had to be. He froze, terrified, and incredibly turned on, his cock weeping for release upon registering his name – his name! – being said by the gorgeous woman masturbating next door.
“Inuyasha… please…. Please… fuck me….”
No. No way. There’s no fucking way she’s actually…
“Inuyasha, if you can hear me, say something, please…”
“Kagome,” Inuyasha gasped, clutching at straws, wondering if he’d even dare… “Kagome,” he said at a louder volume, half-shouting, turning his face towards the wall, willing her human ears to hear him, “Kagome, baby, I want you so much, I’ve been dying to have you for ages…!”
More moans. Then, a sudden shuffling noise, feet walking, and… silence.
For a split second, Inuyasha nearly cursed himself for being a goddamn idiot, until his doorbell rang.
His doorbell. Rang.
Scrambling out of bed, not giving a shit that he was shirtless and only wearing boxers, Inuyasha stumbled out of his bedroom, tripping over himself twice in haste to answer the front door. He swung it open, caught a brief glimpse of the beautiful creature outside, before, in a flurry of black hair and green pajamas, Kagome threw herself in his arms, kissing him senseless.
Inuyasha groaned against her lips, hoisting her up until her legs locked around his waist, and closed the door with Kagome’s back, pushing her hard against the wood as he ravished her mouth. Gasping for breath, they stared wordlessly at each other between kisses, unwilling to break the spell, sometimes staring a beat longer than desired, as if trying to comprehend that what was happening was real. She was wearing a green tank top and white booty shorts, and fuck, if her scent was overwhelming the day he met her, it was nothing compared to now! His barely concealed erection, exposed by the slit in his boxers, grinded against her, until a delicious hot wetness began to soak the material and oh, sweet merciful heavens, this was actually real!
Kagome licked her lips and Inuyasha dove in, running his tongue over them, trying to convey without words how much he loved these lips, these lips that created the most sensual of songs, rhapsodys of lust, the most pleasurable harmonies that would turn even the most pious of men!
“Inu-! Inuyash—shaaaa…” There it was. The sweet, beautiful sound of his name coming from her precious voice. He nearly came right then and there, but held on by stepping back away from the door. Kagome’s head tilted back in response as he planted kisses along her neck, growling as her mewls escalated.
“Are you on the pill?” Inuyasha managed to ask, suddenly remembering he had no condoms on standby, kicking himself inwardly.
Mercifully, she nodded. Inuyasha sighed with relief, kissing her neck, collarbone, and jawline, savoring every beautiful inch of her soft skin…
“How long… how long have you–?” She didn’t need to finish her question.
“Since a week after I moved in,” Inuyasha growled softly in her ear, relishing the moans she released due to his voice and lips (a taste of her own medicine, ha!). “That was over a month, Kagome. A month and a half of pure heaven and hell, and you,” he bit her earlobe, making her squeak, “owe,” he ran his tongue all over the appendage, sending tremors down her spine, shaking her uncontrollably, with only his grip holding her steady, “me.” And there, at last, he buried a hand in her hair and gave it a hard jerking motion, forcing her to expose her neck for him to explore once more.
And oh, the noises she made! That sinful symphony! God, he could die happy now!
“Oh, yes, I do,” Kagome whispered. “Oh, god, I do! Punish me, Inuyasha! Give me exactly what I deserve!”
Inuyasha snarled and attacked her mouth once more, shuffling away from the door, clutching this gorgeous woman in his arms, and all but bounded back into his room, depositing her unceremoniously onto his mattress. To her credit, she immediately scrambled to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs for Inuyasha to pull off her pajama bottoms and panties, which he promptly did, without a moment’s hesitation. She must have been at least startled, but, if there was anything the waft of heavenly arousal was telling him, definitely not in a bad way.
Chest heaving, she immediately ripped off her tank top, completely naked now. Inuyasha got a good long look of appreciation (he already knew she was hot, but hot DAMN!), then pressed her down onto the mattress, pinning her wrists on either side of her head.
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?” he murmured in a low timbre, lowering his mouth to barely brush hers. “Do you want me to give you what your dear, old, trusty vibrator could not?”
Kagome nodded enthusiastically, gazing up into Inuyasha’s eyes with the most obvious “please fuck me now before I lose my mind” look he had ever seen on a person. It was hot, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to hear her voice.
“Use your words, Kagome,” he whispered harshly before smothering her lips with a kiss. “Say it! Say you want me to fuck you.”
“I would… nnnhmph, if I could,” Kagome gasped, glaring up at him between each passionate kiss, “if you’d let me breathe for a second!”
“Say the words, Kagome,” Inuyasha whispered as he nibbled on her earlobe.
“Inuyasha… please, just FUCK ME!” Kagome’s consent came out in a frustrated and aroused scream. A beautiful melody to Inuyasha’s ears.
“I will, baby, but first …” he sat up and scooted down the length of her body until he was kneeling at the foot of the bed, her legs still spread open and ready for him, the scent of her arousal more appetizing than ever before, “… Itadakimasuuu.”
He ran his tongue flat from her vaginal opening to her delicate bud in one sweeping motion, causing his favorite rhapsody in ecstasy to erupt. Inuyasha lapped up her delectable wetness, suckling on her clit every so often between long sweeps of his tongue, and oh, oh God, the crescendo of passion that he loved for so long was finally, at long last, gushing forth all thanks to his touch.
Don’t you dare ever use that vibrator, again, Kagome!
Kagome bucked her hips hard as her orgasm built higher and higher, fucking his face and he happily smothered himself in her, ravishing her valley of pleasure, spreading her wider and wider with one, two, then three fingers pumping and caressing and curling deep inside her, while his mouth latched onto her clit and suckled…
“OH MY GOD!!INUYASHAAAAA!!!”
Her hips thrusted wildly, Inuyasha holding her down with one hand on her left thigh while he continued to rile her up with his other deep inside her, all the while staring at the majestic view of her valleys and hills and natural beauty in her purest rapture, her chest heaving, her breasts shook from the motions, her head tossing and turning and her back arching with every peak and collapsing with every release, but he would not stop. He would not relent, not until she begged him to, and God Almighty, he could watch this all day…
“Inuyasha, if you don’t stop riling me up and fuck me right now, I swear to fuck–!”
That was all he needed. With a huge gasp of air, he pulled his head back, gently extracted his fingers from her thoroughly loved and ready-to-be-fucked pussy. As Kagome laid heaving for breath, her pussy leaking juices over the side of his bed, a beautifully lewd view, Inuyasha staggered to his feet and pulled down his boxers, kicking them off and climbing onto the bed.
“Turn over,” he commanded in a hoarse whisper, planting a quick sweet kiss on her lips.
Kagome blushed prettily and shakily rolled over on her side, still worn out from being eaten out an inch within her life. Inuyasha helped by guiding her hips until she was on all fours, her forearms in front of her and her cheek laying against the mattress. She gasped as Inuyasha positioned himself behind her, rubbing the tip of his cock at her entrance. They both groaned at the feeling of her nether lips parting like a curtain to welcome him inside.
“Words, Kagome,” Inuyasha grunted, pushing the head between the petals just barely. “Use. Words.”
“Take me, enter inside me NOW.”
And with a mutual shuddering cry, he sheathed inside her and began thrusting, picking up speed, watching her ass bounce against his hips, as Kagome squirmed and mewled and cried out beneath him.
Inuyasha moved faster and faster, the obscene sound of wet flesh slapping together harmonizing with Kagome’s sweet hedonistic melodies. He found himself joining her song, growing louder and more desperate with every thrust, gripping onto her hips so tightly, he was certain he was leaving marks that would be there in the morning…
She was so tight, and her ass was so round and beautiful and spankable, that he couldn’t resist giving her cheeks a couple of good smacks. The indecent sound that came out of her mouth! She all but sobbed for him to do it again, and again, and again … Inuyasha obliged her every request, pounding her pussy relentlessly as he spanked her ass till it was red on both cheeks.
“Fuck, Kagome, these past weeks were almost worth it just for this!” he groaned, scraping his nails over her freshly-sensitive ass, savoring the beautiful Kagome’s depraved symphony of moans and mewls.
“If… If I had known you were this… good!” Kagome gulped hard, trying to speak without stuttering and failing spectacularly. “I’d… I never would have bothered with that vibrator!”
Crowing on the inside, Inuyasha seized Kagome by her gorgeously long hair and pulled her upright, until her back arched against his chest, ruthlessly fucking her as he yanked on her tresses, willing her screams to increase louder, and louder, and oh GOD, KAGOME!
In a mutual loud, piercing cry, they climaxed, and flopped back onto the bed in a tangle of boneless limbs and sweat and sex.
Inuyasha wrapped a lazy arm about his lover’s waist and dozed off, happier than he’d been in a long, long time.
A long rest later, Kagome stirred in his arms.
“Everything okay?” he murmured sleepily, kissing her temple.
“Mmm, more than okay,” she replied contentedly.
They giggled softly and slowly turned to face each other and kiss lazily, talking quietly into the night.
They talked about their jobs, their childhoods, their families. Though Kagome lived a steadier life than Inuyasha, she had her fair share of trials and tribulations: her dad died in a car crash when she was eight, her girlhood boyfriend two-timed her for years before they finally broke up (“Ungrateful jackass,” Inuyasha grumbled, causing her to giggle), and being a gorgeous specimen of a woman, she had one too many creeps try to come onto her, even at her job.
Inuyasha talked about living in the foster care system, how his life was fairly lucky in the grand scheme of things, but still rough, with more than one foster family being openly disgusted with housing a “half-breed” for any given period. Kagome hugged him when he talked about the fire destroying the last physical memory of his parents, and hissed sympathetically at the mention of the prejudices he dealt with.
“Any girlfriends?” she asked quietly.
Inuyasha inhaled sharply. He knew this was coming. “Just one. She was… killed by a stalker when we were in high school. After that, dating seemed kinda pointless.”
Kagome remained tactfully quiet, letting her soft kisses and caresses speak for herself.
“Now, however…” Inuyasha said in a would-be casual voice, trailing a hand down her waist and tracing the curvature of her ass.
“Oh, Jesus, and here I was trying to be nice and behave myself!” Kagome huffed, half-laughing, and swatted Inuyasha’s chest.
“Just trying to lighten the mood since we both had a lot to take off our chests.”
“I’ll say… were you really listening to me every single night?”
“Baby, we are far past outrage at this point.”
“Who said I was angry?” Kagome’s face was on fire, but her eyes defiant as she tilted her head upwards to glare into his own.
Inuyasha gave a short bark of laughter. “True… Last I checked, getting angry at someone does not involve banging down their door and throwing themselves at their neighbor for some mind-blowing sex.”
“No, but it was hot as hell.”
“Damn straight.”
They laughed and cuddled and Inuyasha never felt more grateful that he moved places at this time.
It would make all the noise complaints he’d be getting in the morning totally worth it.
Moment of truth: I sent my completed InuKag smut to my fiancé. Y'all will be seeing StarlingChild4’s return to the realm of InuKag shameless smuttiness soon….
Me to myself: You’ve written 11 smutty fics, 6 of which are InuKag, plus two smutty InuKag ficlets! Why the fuck is it so hard to write another one??? You’ve done this before! You should have this down by now!!
Also me, typing erratically: “and then they fUCKED”
3,400 words. 3,400 of filth and they are finally about to bang…
HELLO, INUYASHA FANDOM, I’M FUCKING BAAAAAACK!!!
