I know I havenât posted in a while but I have mentioned a handful of times I live in Vegas and with the mass shooting I thought I should say I am safe and so far everyone I know is a well.Â
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You are a gem: strong, beautiful, and priceless. (ïŸÂŽăź`)ïŸ*: ïœ„ïŸ Give this to anyone you consider a gem to let them know how valuable they are!
Secret Santa for hlfblkwlfdmn (Kagome/Kuwabara from YYH)
hlfblkwlfdmn was my Secret Santa and since I already gave her the story, I figured I would share with the rest of you. Happy Holidays!
Kagomeâs toes curled as she stretched out on her beach towel, groaning slightly as her tense muscles protested the movement. After a long week of finals, all she wanted to do was relax on the beach with her boyfriend, but something was off. Glancing over her sunglasses, Kagome couldnât help but pout at the orange-haired teen as he typed furiously on his phone. Kazumaâs eyebrows furrowed as he paused for a moment to scowled at whatever was on the screen before his fingers went back to flying over the screen. She tried multiple times to find what in the world had him so upset, but every time she asked his faced turned red and he spat out some pathetic excuse. For a few minutes, Kagome would have her boyfriend back, however, the second that stupid thing vibrated, he was gone again. She trusted him enough to know he had some debatably good reason, but for him to be staring at his phone when he could be staring at her in a bikini? Something was up.Â
Kagome huffed and laid back down on her towel, shifting her weight to settle herself more comfortably in the sand. If he wanted to ignore her, fine, she thought bitterly. Two can play at that game. Staring out over the beach, a voice inside her head tempted her with the idea of going off and finding someone else to spend the day with. That would teach Kazuma to pay more attention to his phone than her. Glancing over at her big goof, Kagome brushed the thought away. That was a bit too mean to do to her kind-hearted boyfriend, even if he was making some very stupid choices right now.
Still, that didnât mean she couldnât have a perfectly great day by herself! Tanning, relaxing, playing in the waves, and walking along the shore: those were all things she could do without some guy by her side. In fact, she deserved a relaxing day to herself. With a wave of newfound contentment, Kagome rolled onto her stomach with a self-satisfied hmph. She might as well start on that tanning part.
Click
Kagomeâs head instantly snapped at the sound of a camera click. The culprit, to her mild surprise, was Kazuma, who looked even more surprised.
âKazuma, what are you doing?â
The teen in question instantly froze; his eyes widened in horror as color quickly drained from his face. Kazuma began to sputter out excuses as he rushed to hide his phone from Kagomeâs no-nonsense gaze.
Kagome raised an eyebrow at his verbal diarrhea, and pathetic attempt to hide his phone from her. She mentally scoffed, like that wasnât going to make her suspicious. Before Kazuma could react, Kagome sprung forward like a ninja and snatched his cellphone right from out of his hand. The redhead panicked and tried to steal it back, but she quickly dodged leaving him face down in the sand.
âYou just wanted a picture of me in my bikini?â
Kagome was slightly bewildered by what was on the screen. She could understand him being too embarrassed to ask for a pic in case she called him a pervert. Still, it shouldnât cause him to freak out that much. Kagome looked over at Kazuma who remained sprawled out in the sand, covered by a cloud of despair.
âKazuma?â
The teen in question looked up at his girlfriend. Sand completely covered every inch of his face while his pompadour looked even puffier thanks to its new sandy covering. Kagome cringe at the pathetic sight and couldnât help but feel a tad guilty and a bit responsible for his current state. Kazuma merely stared up at her for a moment, debating what he could possibly say to explain himself, before looking away with a resigned sigh.
âI donât want you to get mad at me,â he admitted, flopping back to the ground with a puff of sand.
Kagomeâs head tilted in confusion and leaned closer, gently laying her hand on his broad shoulder, âWhy would I be mad about you wanting a picture of me. I mean, it is a little pervy to want one in a bikini, but it is kinda flattering.â
Kazuma groaned into the sand. Why couldnât see just let die of embarrassment in peace?
âI wasnât tryinâ be a perv. I justâŠnever mind. Itâs stupid.â
Kagome brushed off some of the sand clinging to his hair as she waited for him to continue, however, it seemed Kazuma wasnât willing to divulge any more information. Kagome glanced back at the cellphone that was the cause of this whole mess. Tapping the home button, she navigated her way to the last app he had open. Unsurprisingly, he had been texting Yusuke. Scrolling through their conversation, her eyes slowly widened in realization as all of the puzzle pieces fell into place.
 âYou were trying to prove to Yusuke that we are dating.â
While it wasnât necessarily a question, she was answered with a pitiful whine. Kagome looked at him with bemusement, âWhy didnât you just say so?â Kazuma continued to look away, unwilling to see her look at him with pity, âItâs embarrassing. No one thinks someone like you would date someone like me.â The brunette teen remained quite, contemplating her boyfriendâs admission. Some one like her wouldnât date someone like him?
 âWell, thatâs stupid.â
Kazuma curled in on himself as his entire body burned with shame. Of course, it was stupid. Of course, he was stupid to think she would date him, but to hear her agree? That sent a sword right through his heart. Compared to the injuries he received as a Spirit Detective, this was the most unbearable. Still, he refused to burden sweet, good-hearted Kagome with his presence.Â
Avoiding her gaze, Kazuma began to half-heartedly push himself up only to be stopped by a soft touch on his chin. He flinched away, but her gentle grasp forced his eyes to meet hers. Kazuma opened his mouth to excuse himself when soft lips pressed against his own. While he was too shocked to react, happiness curled its way from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. Kazuma basked in warmth and love that overtook his being, hardly noticing when a soft click filled the air.
After what felt like a blissful eternity, Kagome pulled away with a pleased smile that mirrored Kazumaâs own goofy grin. As Kazuma sat dazed in the sand, nimble fingers swiftly glided over the cellphoneâs keyboard until swoosh.
Kagome turned to Kazuma with a bright smile, pressing the phone into his larger hand, âThere! Nothing more to worry about.â He looked at her bewildered before turning his attention to his phone. There on the screen was a picture of the two of them kissing. Kazuma felt his heart skip a beat. It was just a picture, but he felt so happy and grateful that words couldnât do it justice. Before Kazuma could try to express his gratitude, his phone vibrated in his hand. Then it vibrated againâŠand againâŠand againâŠ
Shocked and the constant buzzing in his hand, the teen swiped the photo away to see reveal a group text conversation with an unending stream of incoming messages expressing everything from shock to disbelief to congratulations. Kazuma frantically scrolled to the top, choking in shock when his new favorite picture greeted him followed by the text, âI hope this is good enough proof! xoxo Kagome ;)â Â His eyes practically bulged out of his skull when he then noticed the top of the screen.Â
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Stuttering in disbelief (but definitely ecstatic), Kazuma looked to his girlfriend for answers. Kagome merely giggled and placed a quick kiss on the tip of his nose, âYou can still have a bikini pic too, but that one is for your eyes only.â
bunny-wk-fanfic is amazing as always! Thank you so much. It is so great, I feel bad for the person I have because what I wrote is no where near as good. Since it is NSFW I will put a read more before it gets to that part.
She loved this time of year. Always had, and no matter what her current situation might be from one year to the next, she knew she always would. And true, it wasnât a traditional Japanese holiday, it was the ideas behind it that spoke to her heart. Being that tiny bit nicer to fellow man, or in her case beings, being near family and loved ones and showing your love for them with gifts and tokens. It was universal, that she shared with her friends back in the past. She sometimes wished she had been able to share all that was of Christmas; the decorations, certain activities and traditions, but she settled with what she could take back with her.
Strolling down one of the busy sidewalks of Tokyo, she now wished there were certain things of the past she could have brought with her from the past. Like the pace the people lived, one she had learned to appreciate since she herself had experience it. It was a little frustrating with the rushed hustle and bustle that had the less than pleasant individuals pushing and knocking her about in the crowd.
A tingle ran down her spine, one that did not have anything to do with the cold, had her distracted from the world around her as she tried to narrow on where it came from. It was enough to knock her off her feet and send what she had been carrying to scatter.
âItaiâŠâ she hissed, feeling and knowing she had more than bruised her wrist to catch herself from a more painful landing as tears stung the corners of her eyes.
A few had stopped to ask if she was alright, but were quick to move along as they were too busy with their own shopping or work. Shuffling to her knees, earning another hiss when she reached for one of her parcels, she blinked when a set of gloved hands began to help gather her purchased gifts.
âAllow me, my dear. That looked like quite the nasty fall.â the ownerâs voice was a smooth low baritone with the slightest accent had her whipping her head up. Blue eyes fluttered at the too handsome face smiling down at her.
âAh⊠ah, thank youâŠâ normally, she would be all smiles as she blushed her thanks for their help. There was something about this, male, that had her senses screaming at her to fight or fly. He was just too perfect.
âThink nothing of it. Itâs deplorable that no has yet to offer such a lovely lady like yourself help.â again he smiled at her, head tilting to the side as she continued to stare up at him. Black hair ruffled in the slight breeze. âMiss? Everything alright?â
âOh.â blinking, she accepted the offered gifts and slowly began to ease them back into her bag. âUh, yes. Iâm, Iâm fine.â
Not really. She had crossed paths with many different types of beings, but this male was something she remembered feeling briefly during a certain points in the past and a little more often during recent times. Her instincts were telling her to run, her mind was wary and her heart said all beings deserved the benefit of doubt. Another shot of pain cleared all thoughts of the male to remind her of her current situation with her wrist.
The bag had been taken from her good hand while one took hold of her arm to help her back onto her feet. The male leaned down, lips brushing against her ear as he whispered. âCome now, Priestess, no need play the fool.â
Her eyes narrowed at the twinkling cinnamon eyes before he took her elbow, tucking her arm through his and conveniently walking her back home. âReally, Sebastian, while most women would be flattered to have a handsome male helping them, I know youâre up to something.â
âMy, my. It really must be all this holiday cheer. You, think me handsome?â he purred down at her, smiling at the scowl she directed at him. âItâs always nice to hear one of such esteem think so about me.â
âEven with the holiday spirit, youâre pushing it.â she huffed when he chuckled at her slight slip on a patch of ice, ignoring his purr when she tightened her hold on his arm and leaned into him.
His smile turned smug when he picked up on the whispers of those spying them, at how handsome they were as a couple or his kind, caring and nurturing nature towards his girlfriend. While he himself wasnât caring much for what was said, it did play on the strings attached to the Priestessâ heart. And he had been quick to learn she was one that followed her heart more than her instincts or intellect.
âCareful, youâve already been injured once today, no need to further harm yourself.â a low chuckle echoed between them at her muttered words, that she was not self-harming. She was a bit clumsy.
They were silent as they climbed the many shrine steps, Kagome did everything in her power to ignore the shiver that went through his body when he felt the power of the shrine. She had been quick to learn that he actually derived pleasure from feeling it rather than shy away. âYou are an odd one.â
âSays the Priestess that willingly interacts with her mortal enemies.â he was all smiles, brightening when he noticed a certain lack of specific individuals. Turned out the Priestess was going to be alone this Christmas. Perhaps he could actually learn to appreciate a small smidgen of Christmas as things were looking to be working in his favor.
âYour nature and their nature are different. And you know it.â she sighed as she finally unlocked the front door and the warmth of her home curled around her.
âAnd yet, I still stand to bask in your divine presence.â he pushed the careful line he had placed to be able to stay in said small Priestessâ presence, pressing a small kiss to the back of her neck after he helped removed her jacket and scarf. The small shiver had him grinning despite the glare she had been quick to throw his way. âAnd you know I could never lie, not to you.â
âIs it the Christmas spirit? Because you are really pushing itâŠâ she trailed off as she tried to grab her bags of gifts, only to be thwarted by Sebastian. He swooped down grabbed the bag and tutted her attempt to grab it from him. âWhat are you after, demon?â
The smile he gave her was completely predatory. âMy dear Priestess, I have no idea what youâre talking about.â
Black hair bounced as she shook her head, moving into the downstairs bathroom to check her wrist as Sebastian set himself to wrapping up the purchased gifts, much to Kagomeâs ire. âI didnât invite you in, so please donât make yourself useful or at home!â
âPriestess, we both know you can very much heal your injury, Please save us both the headaches and do so.â he completely ignored her words to deal with his chosen task at hand instead.
âOkay, really? After all this time youâve been stalking me, and youâre still going to call me by title?â her frustration at his lack of referral by name was still something he found amusement in. Her pointed and narrowed eyes at the now complete stack of wrapped Christmas presents only entertaining him even more. âDid I not say to not make yourself useful or at home?â
âMy dear, youâre injured and refuse to treat yourself properly. I really donât think youâre in the right to be scolding me.â he stood up gracefully, his smirk twisting just the slightest bit when he noticed a certain little detail when the Priestess retreated to a doorway. Oh, Christmas was actually working out to be perhaps a new favorite human celebration.
âHow I treat my wounds is of no business to you-u⊠You. What are you doing?â despite her unease at the situation, she stood her ground.
Sebastian always did find her stubbornness adorable and knew it would work in his favor one of these days, he was patient and a quick learner. âOh, nothing to worry over. Simply decided to try and appreciate a few certain traditions of Christmas.â
She flinched back when he suddenly invaded her personal space, confused, suspicious and wary of his intentions. His eyes swept along her form, a new found appreciation for the changes in fashion that allowed women to become bolder with their interactions in the world. The Priestess herself had actually gone out into the weather in a skirt that allowed all to see her legs. And they had been finely toned in soft curves of subtle muscle definition.
He lingered on her hips and waist, again the feminine curves spoke to something primal in him that was wholly male. The clingy fabric of her shirt allowed him the basic outline of her curves, to wonder at the weight of her breasts, of the color of her skin beneath⊠Arms were once again curved with soft muscle definition that ended in delicate hands with fading callouses due to weapon use. A small neck, delicate and partially hidden behind curling black hair that framed a delicate feminine face.
Rosy lips were pursed, cheeks tight as blue eyes were narrowed up at him. Her fiery spirit flickered with life in her anger, and it allowed him to feel the slight sparks of her holy given powers as it brushed against his own darker ones. Oh, what this little Priestess did to him.
âOkay Sebastian, you are starting to creep me out. What did you-!â her words were cut off when he swooped down to seal his lips against her own, muffling her unspoken words and squeaks of outrage.
At first it was a dominant press of his lips against her own as she breathed harshly through her nose, still in shock at the suddenness of his intimate physical contact. And then he was grabbing her, hands gentle in handling her and yet still demanding and dominating as he pulled her into his hold. Her own hands curled into the fabric of his shirt above his stomach, unsure of what to really do.
After a few achingly slow slides of his lips, his tongue darted out to take a few swipes. Her brows furrowed as she sighed softly, physically enjoying his attentions as he mind rebelled what she was allowing him to do. She mewled when his tongue brushed against her own, expertly petting and stroking the roof of her mouth that had her knees trembling. His taste exploded across her palette, and odd mix of cinnamon, cloves, mint and hints of blood.
When her own tongue jumped and pushed against his own, only to slip and brush against a slightly too sharp canine and drawing blood, Sebastian became a little more demanding. He suckled the slowly bleeding wound before pulling back enough to nip at her lower lip until it swelled with blood and she could feel it throbbing. âAh, my little Priestess, you truly are divine. A feast for all my senses.â
Kagome could only pant as his hands stroked along her back. Each stroke was as much like his personality, handling her softly as well as ensuring that she knew he was present and the one in control. It felt like he was attempting dig his way beneath her skin as he kneaded at her back with each downward stroke.
âWha-what?â her head thumped against the door frame, blinking up at the sprig of Mistletoe that spun slowly from where it hung by a red ribbon.
She shivered when her skirt hiked up as he wedged a knee between her thighs as his hands pulled and tugged it higher until it bunched up atop her hips, his hands now kneading where thigh met cheeks. He nosed along her jawline, her head tilting to give him more room. A pleased purr rumbled in her ear before he began to suck and nip along her neck to the point it was almost painful. There would be hickeyâs, dark marks that any who saw and knew what they meant.
Her hips bucked when he started on another spot just below her ear, earning a pleased growl from Sebastian and he pulled her hips tighter to his own. It was then she felt his arousal, brushing and rubbing against her panties. âIf there is one thing Iâm thankful for with the changes in fashion, it means less obstacles in my way.â he chuckled when her hips bucked against his own, shivering at the joy he felt in her powers as they brushed against his own darkness. âIt seems Iâm not the only one.â
Kagomeâs brows furrowed at his hissed words, blinking in confusion when she realized that she had practically ripped his shirt open to drag his nails down his chest and stomach. A rush of moisture drenched her panties at the sight before her. Muscle definition that no normal male could naturally achieve, not without help. Just another testament to the âothernessâ of the male before her.
Swiping her tongue across her lower lip, she nibbled on her already abused morsel of flesh at the perfection before her eyes darted up to meet with his own. Cinnamon swirled with reds that told her his true nature was just simmering beneath the surface. What was slightly off throwing was the faintest blush to his cheeks and the harshness of his breaths. It was not like himâŠ
Tearing fabric and the rush of cooler air had her looking down, frowning at her torn shirt, glaring at how her nipples were straining against her bra. âThat was good shirt.â
âIâm sure we can fix it.â his hold on her thighs tightened, allowing her be picked up and pinned between him and the door frame and forcing her to wrap her legs around his hips in an unconscious effort for security. âWeâre both skilled in⊠many aspectsâŠâ
Again, Kagome blinked as he trailed off, which was so unlike him. Some part of her was pleased that she was enough to distract him, a sort of instinctive female part of her. The rest of her shifted as he stared at her, a hand trailing up her side and stomach in an almost reverent manner. âSebastianâŠâ
Dark eyes flicked up to lock with her own. âI have often wondered what to do with you.â his words made her stomach tighten with a small flicker of fear. âShould I keep you pure? Bask in the brightness of your powers so that I can feel the sting in your passions? Then there is the temptation to tainting you. Enough to still keep you holy or blacken you to my level into something entirely new? I never thought Iâd be so indecisive until I met you, my little Priestess.â
He shuddered, imagining what he obviously thought often on, his hips pushing and straining against her own. And then his hands were removing the rest of clothing, her skirt the only article to remain intact. He even managed to scratch fine lines with the near frantic manner to reveal her. âThen I remember, I have enough time to toy with the idea of actually tainting you. Donât I, my little Priestess.â
It was a rhetorical question, the smirk he wore reminding her of the truth of her own mortality. Or lack thereof. She still scowled up at him, not at all happy with his continued use of her title rather than name. Or that he was outright claiming her. âMy name isâŠâ
âKagome.â he smiled down at her. It wasnât sweet or soft, it was again predatory. âOh, I know your name. My Kagome. Has a nice ring to it. My Kagome.â
âI am not-!â he silenced her once again, this kiss demanding, dominating, conquering and claiming. With his weight helping to keep her pinned, his hands were free to drop to his slacks. His movements were harsh and his knuckles brushed against her, and she was sure a few times were done on purpose.
He pulled away from the harsh kiss, brow pressed against her own as they both panted. âTell me to stop, and I will. Of all the things I have done, all that I am, I will not force this. Not onto you.â while his words were true, they were said to seduce her into making the decision he wanted from her.
His erection was scorching as it rested against her, both their hips shifted with subtle rolls or thrusts. Her juices coated him, allowing her to feel how wet he really had made her, surprising her that she had found his actions and attentions to her actually turned her on. His words were also a comfort, a small part of her wondering at the reason he would actually say them.
But⊠after 500 and plus some odd years of living, perhaps it was finally time to think about herself first for once. Consequences be damned. He had worked her up to this state, he better well finish, which she knew she would. âShut up and fuck me already.â
Ruddy eyes blinked down at her in surprise for a few heartbeats before his grin returned, white teeth flashing in the now dim lighting. âGladly, as my Priestess demands.â his words rumbled as he directed her to help him while he took hold of her hips.
In one swift thrust, her head fell back as she gasped for breath. His appearance was handsome with a slight touch of feminine beauty refining his features, his size reaffirmed that he was entirely male and almost to the point he was not human. Her hips twitched as her legs tightened around his waist. It had been far too long since she last took on a lover of any kind.
After the initial sensation of their joining sunk in, he began to pull away slowly and pushing back in at the same tortuous pace. It left her throbbing for more, needing him to reach that deep point that was beginning to itch in aching want. Tightening her legs, she pushed against tight male cheeks with her calves and scratched down his back. Taking her silent demands for what they were, he began to increase the pace.
Kagomeâs core trembled as she began to cry in elation, the sensations he was invoking in her flooding her entire body. His hands cupped her thighs and cheeks, fingers digging into her flesh to the point there would be bruises left behind. He was once again nipping at her neck and collarbone, sometimes hard enough to draw trace amounts of blood that he lapped up. Shocking for one that fed off of souls and not the flesh.
âSe-bas-tian-!â each point of his name was accentuated by a powerful thrust, her sounds of pleasure and the drawing out of his name earned a chuckle to vibrated against the side of her neck.
He hissed as she now clawed down his back when a hand left her leg to join the foray of where his cock was thrusting into her core, fingers dancing with her clit. A sharp draw of breath hissed through her teeth when a hand left his back to grip the door frame, her shoulders now banging against the wood as he pulled her to alter the angle of his thrusts.
âOh-oh⊠Kami-sama!â she moaned lowly, eyes drifting shut before snapping open when she felt herself slide down the frame. Strong hands lifted her back up as he curled over her, her dropping back down onto his cock jarred some unknown spot deep within. âRight there! Oh, Kami! Sebastian, right there.â
Sebastian purred, his thrusts now jarring with the power behind them, his movements not quite as graceful as he usually was. But she ignored that in favor of simply feeling for the moment. Which was mind blowing. And the sensation of his darker nature brushing against her lighter one, was a fiction unlike any other she had ever felt. She was a miko, a being with divine powers making Sebastian her true ultimate enemy, not youkai as many often thought back in the past.
All thoughts left her when his actions finally became frantic, needy. So, even demons could succumb to physical needs such as pleasure. The sensations of his powers against her own, his cock furiously rubbing against her walls, his fingers pinching and rolling her clit and his mouth sucking the skin above her collarbone finally threw her over. She clenched down on him, a hand clawing one last time down his back as she pulled him tight to her, shivering when she felt a burning heat entering her only to leak and drip down onto the floor.
Panting, she waited a few minutes to regain her bearings and wits. She glared up at the sprig of Mistletoe as it spun in lazy turns.
âMmm, Merry Christmas⊠To me.â the mumbled words, voice tilted because she knew he was smiling as he kept his face buried in her neck.
âI am not some sort of demented gift, that lets you can keep me like a pet!â she huffed as she shoved against a shoulder, mentally scolding herself and kicking her own ass for allowing this to have happened. She wasnât regretting it, but if this was how he was going to behave, she wasnât going to be happy about it either.
âYes, and, no.â he pulled her away from the door frame, holding her to him as he kicked off the last article of his clothes and made his way upstairs, smirking at the low mewls of pleasure at the how the movements rippled where they were still connected. âYou are so much, more than a pet. But, I do intend to keep you.â
âAgain, the Christmas Spirit is getting to youâŠâ she trailed off when he dropped her atop a bed, allowing her to see all of him. Then again, it wouldnât be so bad to spend this holiday with Sebastian, there were worse ways to spend Christmas.
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