Don't mind me yet again ignoring my other stories. I'm just happy to be able to write at all

Oneshot: 2,450 words

University Smut

Skipping class never felt more . . . constructive- of a use of her time. His body eased up her ribcage, grinding against her with intent. Eliciting a wanting pant from her slacked jaw, she apprehended him around the well-bronzed, strapping shoulders, mashing his lips to hers. His curtain of white hair was the backdrop surrounding her face when she finally parted from his mouth for a gasping breath. It was only a second before she pulled him back in for another liquescent tongue dance. Losing his mind, he could hardly think about how different it was to hear only a flurry of breaths accented with quiet moans. He most certainly could not think about how good it felt to grind between her thighs, as the very sensation itself was overloading him.

Parting once again, her head snapped up to his neck, mouthing the hot skin. She wanted to taste all of him; his jaw, his neck, his shoulder- down, down, down to the very last drop. Even he shut his eyes painfully at her work of him, his forehead pressing into the sheets. And she hadn't even left his neck yet!

His lips offered small kisses to her shoulder in return. He had gone rock solid at this point- it was all he could do but stay still against the grinding, mewling classmate beneath him, while letting loose pleasured sounds of his own.

For a moment, she paused and began to realize his brick-wall-like state. Thinking that perhaps he needed a break, she slithered her fingers into the silky tresses at his scalp, offering some massage. The fury of her desires were made clear. He could admit that he hadn't been expecting a seriously hot makeout when he had exited the lounge. Some wolf-ass had scented her ovulating in the hallway of their coed dorm, pushing her against the wall. He'd thought nothing of it when he passed them, headed out for a late afternoon class, other than the annoying scent of a stinking wolf who didn't fail to pause his ministrations at his passing. It was probably her boyfriend or a promising one-night stand. She was hot and looked familiar, but it was none of his business.

A few yards down the hall, his ear tweaked at a-

"no-

p-please."

The wolf wasn't completely stupid. He had done his best to keep her mouth shut with his own just until the dog had left. Loyal, leashed mutts tended to aid humanity while wolves were feral and took as they dared and pleased. Some women found such tenacity attractive while others just did not.

But he was stupid enough to not keep a lookout for an impending tackle. Lengthening his hidden claws, Inuyasha had threatened, leering over the angry wolf, "Go find someone willing, you desperate fuckwad."

He'll be sure to be giving the local pack leader a call later. Ayame could put her boys in line like a true alpha queen, and it was something to behold when she did.

The girl had remained plastered to the wall, seemingly still choked for breath, and the small skirmish probably hadn't helped. He himself did his best not to choke on the very thing that had lured the wolf, who's now missing form revealed what had been so alluring. Her scent of various hygienic products couldn't overpower her natural womanly smell, not during this part of the month for her. It would only be right to stay by her side and escort her to wherever her destination was, lest she be attacked again.

Though normally he would quietly walk away from this kind of situation, he offered his hand to her.

"You're safe now." From the wolf anyway.

Kagome had bit her cheek in the encounter, hoping maybe it would bleed and reel that guy's tongue from her mouth. It hadn't been hard enough at first, but now her mouth filled with it. She felt bad when she left the good-looking man all confused when she dashed to the lounge to spit out the blood in the trashcan before she hurled.

He who had apparently followed her and caught sight of it.

"Woah. Damn-" he glanced around and grabbed a tissue box. Shrugging out some, he kneeled to her level and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and paused at his focused gaze, gilded irises- then felt the softness at her lips. His touch was unexpectedly gentle as he dabbed away the blood that had been rolling down her chin.

Then, quietly, "What the hell did that guy do to you?"

Doing her best to swallow the slightly iron-tasting saliva, Kagome explained her attempt to get him to back off.

"I thought maybe it would freak him out."

"Smart for a human maybe. But those guys don't mind the taste of blood. They are carnivores."

"Oh." Her lashes fell in thought. His hand faltered.

"What's your name?"

"Kagome."

"Don't I have a class with a Kagome…."

"Wait." Her finger pointed, "Do you have that Chemistry lab?"

"With that pedophile T.A. Mukotsu?" In that moment he recognized the girl who sat across the room, the only one brave enough to keep asking the T.A. questions for her fellow students, because the creep liked her.

She felt like she saw what his eyes were seeing, "Yeah that guy needs to get caught and reported."

After what he witnessed today, he would make sure he sat next to her in that class from now on. He was never sure whether that pedo was even human.

The scent of her blood irked him. He helped her up, "So where are you headed next?"

The strong hand surrounded her own sent a jolt down her. Maybe that unwanted encounter had left her body still wanting. She'd have to attend to that later or maybe...

He didn't miss the change in the air around her. "I was just going to get my laundry and head back to my room." And go to class after but...

She was hoping he would offer to stick around- "Do you want to catch up?" He asked.

It would make his balls blue, but he wanted to make sure she was doing alright. How can you go through each week possibly getting harrassed?

Somehow one way or the other, they kept nudging each other's shoulders while she gathered her laundry into a basket. The innocent smiles she tossed his way with a flip of her ponytail were so cute. He attempted to make light conversation, asking what she did outside of class, if she liked her major. After those two questions he had to rely on her muddled mind to find things to discuss.

God she was distracted as she fingered through her flimsy shirts in the basket. Normally she'd fold them then and there, but it felt as though heat was crawling up her back. Surely it was just the heat of the neighboring dryer.

A sudden image of him pounding her right on top of the hot machine- no!

Could she really be that needy? Peeking behind her, she glanced at the silent silver haired boy, his arms crossed but his eyes sincere- staring right at her. She promptly blushed and was about to just grab her basket and zip outta there when a physical presence moulded to her back, trapping her against the dryer. She was able to halt any frustrated squirming against the welcome heat.

"I don't wanna impose, but you're fucking beautiful when you're red like that."

While he didn't want to be like the fucking wolf, he really would like to take her right here if she wanted him to. He had been analyzing her changing scents up until now, disbelieving at first that his touch seemed to make her-well, horny.

His hands lay flat on the table beside each of hers, and she shyly lay her left pinky over his thumb. His thumb nudged it away to latch onto her whole hand, which left the table to accept his. He turned her around, leaving some air between two warmed bodies, lifting their joined grip to his nose. The large calloused palm made her think of how amazing it would feel to have those hands touch her elsewhere, better than she could herself.

"Those assholes are clearly attracted to something alright." His lips lingered after a kiss to the back of her hand. He was asking the question and just to be sure he added softly, "You can say no and I'll back off-"

The frustration grew too great. "Oh fuck me!"

He moulded against the greeting kiss, surprised she hadn't pushed him away to go take care of herself. Shoving herself against him, he growled and pushed her back, coaxing her onto another dryer. She gave a yelp that turned into a giggle when his hands easily lifted her by the hips. He chuckled. "Yes ma'am."

The intimacy of her holding him by the face melted his insides but hardened his grip on the running machine. He was starting to seriously fall for this brave, stunning woman when a box of dryer sheets hit the floor. Interrupting the mood, he growled at the disturbing intruder. Some boy who- he glanced between them, seemed to recognize Kagome. A boy who had apparently gotten the wrong idea judging by his face.

"Get away from her!" He set his basket of clothes aside, "She's had enough trouble from horny hounds like you!"

Of course the guy who always seemed to come in to do his laundry just as she was in the middle of hers, has to interrupt- whatever this was. Kagome put a palm to her forehead, exasperated, "Hojo I'm fi-"

"No! You shouldn't have to put up with this!"

Inuyasha hadn't moved, only stared at the annoying, rudely-interrupting human. He reminded him of that one kid from those wizarding movies. Neville or something? Sure he was athletic but his confidence was slacking.

"Don't yell at her." Was all he said. He couldn't be offended by anyone trying to protect her, even if she didn't need it from his touch.

Needless to say they left the laundry room hand in hand, avoiding any conflict thanks to a lazy author ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

They walked to the elevator, her hand left his to press the button since the other held her basket. More snogging ensued inside the elevator. With a giggle, Kagome all but dragged him to her door, ignoring stupefied gaping roommates- Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi- before heading to her individual room. All of which had planned to head out to dinner while Kagome had class.

Inuyasha had the decency to offer an awkward wave before being jerked behind a closing door. The laundry was promptly dropped to the floor messily.

Now with regained breath, he tapped into the pools of youkai energy within, and slithered down to her shorts, unzipping and dragging them off by the teeth. The cute lace panties beneath caught his attention. He fingered the edge of the black spandex with a tease.

"What happened to the innocent woman down the hall?"

Kagome, beyond flustered, groaned at the single finger sliding up her folds through the fabric.

"I-I had to do laundry. These were the only ones left."

Sliding a hand down her thigh, he shrugged them off. His eyes glazed over her covered form. Her gorgeous tits were hard beneath the bra and tank top, tempting him all deliciously. The indent of her belly button showed beneath the top. The swell of her hips opened up like blooming flower ready to be violated at its pink center.

He took too long staring. Her mind made itself up and she lunged forward off the bed. She watched his smug expression whilst sliding a hand up beneath his shirt, oh-so-pleased at the choppy facade of abdomen, ending with large panes of pectorals. The other hand flashed to the button of his jeans. Her hand singularly made quick work of getting inside his pants, biting her lip to stifle a groan when she felt his length.

At some point he had closed his eyes, and hissed when her wet mouth covered the head. A prompt hollowing suck and his hand flew to her head as he rolled his head back. He needed to sit.

He pulled her back. "C'mere." And coaxed her to follow as he sat on her bed. She dove right back in to licking up his shaft, giving him the most seductive side-eye he could've thought possible. As she drew back, he pulled her back down, getting her to deep throat and hell if she wasn't a champ at it.

Kagome loved the taste of him. Watching him lose control over his features did things to her. Deciding it was time, she gave one last suck with a pop, her ego intensified when he whispered "Goddamn."

She was about to crawl up and give him the ride of his life, when he got up and tossed her on the bed, fishing a condom from his pocket. She automatically faced him, eager to meet the sight of him entering her.

"On your stomach." Came a demand.

The deep growl to it widened her eyes. Though she knew she loved that position, her eyes couldn't leave the smirking half-demon who was stroking his unfortunately-covered shaft. Eventually she obeyed.

Her impatience needed some punishment. He leaned over her back, stroking himself against her folds. "You can always tell me no, Kagome."

"Yes!" She nearly shouted.

He promptly smacked her ass. Hard enough to leave it a bit pink. The resulting moan trembled him. "Tell me how you like it Kagome."

"Hard and deep!" She cried out.

As though he worked in a kitchen, he rewarded her brazen statement, "Cumming right up."

Testing her sluiced wetness between his fingers, he then grabbed her by the hips and thrust as far as she could take him. She mewled in delight, turning her head to the side on the mattress to watch him take her.

Eventually she started seeing stars, and rose up to reach behind her latch onto him, though it wasn't likely she'd faint. The rhythmic moaning of the both of them tore at their throats. At each reentry she tightened around him, dragging out deeper groans into her ear.

Holding onto his nape with one hand, she reached her finger to the bauble of her slit, rubbing frantic circles as she neared the edge.

Tightness racketed her whole being and the precious release had her seeing white. He paused to let her gulp the air above them.

"Damn you're horny."

The hour that followed proved that she wasn't the only one.

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