In Denial

Grabby Hands and Heavy Stares

Me: 👀

ShittyYasha: 👀👀

ShittyYasha: It's only been three days, princess. Want me again that bad?

Me: Fuck you, dickface.

Five minutes later

Me: Are you free today or not?

ShittyYasha: For you, I'm always available

Me: 🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽

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The air around Inuyasha has felt different since then. Usually, after we'd fuck, he'd tell me to leave but now he wasn't do that. Saying I could stay if I wanted to, stunning me the first time he said it. At first, I thought he was joking but nothing indicated that he was.

I don't know what it was but he had also become more handsy, even after we fucked and it would still be so distracting. His hands would rub many circles into my thighs before I'd slap his hand away and every time he would just move his fingers to another spot till I actually got up to dress.

He was around more often too since one of his roommates, Hojo, and Kagome, a girl I had befriended from a few of my classes, had started dating. He'd always find a way to sit or stand next to me, giving me that annoying smirk. I'd just roll my eyes and try to ignore him. His sneaky fingers would find their way along my hands, arms or thighs. Sometimes managing to get under my shirt to my back. Okay and honestly, I'm a little guilty. Because I don't always stop him but that's neither here nor there. I'd try, I promise but he's frustratingly persistent and sometimes it's just easier to just let him.

Though he didn't do anything perverted. It just seems to me he wanted to be close and it's so annoying.

And to add to the growing list of things that's been weird about him is his staring. I noticed his eyes were glued to some part of me when we started hanging out. I'd be minding my business, either sitting down for a quick bite before class or walking anywhere and I'd just feel it on the back of my neck. And every time I turned around I'd see him walking away in the distance. Sometimes I'd challenge it, staring right back at him but failing to hold my glare against the cool smile that would slowly get bigger the longer I stared back.

Even now, I'm trying to challenge him again while chasing the high of pleasure coursing through me. My hands are on his chest, balancing myself while i bounce up and down on his cock. One of his hands gripping my ass and the other roaming my flushed sweaty skin.

"You always look so pretty in this position," he says, his voice dropping an octave as he groans.

"You. A-a-are. So. A-annoying." I stutter, taking a breath with each word, still trying not to look away from the heat of his gaze.

" Just admit you like me and I guarantee I won't be anymore."

I grab a pillow from the bed and cover his smirking face with it. Holding it down and not caring if he could breathe as I bounced faster, feeling my core tighten with my oncoming orgasm. I heard his muffled cackle from below the pillow before he ripped it from my hands. His arms circle my waist, holding me place against his chest and his teeth bit into the flesh of my neck and started sucking as his hip thrusting upwards picked speed. And just like that, I'm cummming, squirting my load onto both our stomachs with a long drone of high-pitched moans. My vision spins when he flipped our positions to drive his cock even harder inside me. I let out a silent cry, my body still ringing through my orgasm and now overstimulation that's being prolonged by his thrusts and attention to my neck. It was a sweet spot he found like 2 weeks ago and he loved to abuse it. Finally, his hips stuttered forward to a halt, he groaned loudly against my throat as his hips tried to push even deeper inside from his own cumming.

I already knew there was going to be a bruise but at least it was still cold so a turtle neck didn't seem out of place.

Or so I thought.

"Darling, I really think you should demand that he give you money for the makeup you're gonna have to get to cover up those hickeys when it gets warmer."

Kagura said that with the biggest smile on her face to my absolute mortification. I didn't outright tell her or Sango about my "extracurricular activities" with Inuyasha knowing very well they'd give me a hard time. But I guess it was hard to hide when the dude was around me often enough. We were in the cafeteria for lunch waiting for Sango to come join us. I can feel my face become hot from my blush, looking around to see if anyone had heard her.

"Will you shut your face before Sango -" I tried whispering.

"Before what? I hear Kagura? Like I don't already know about those hickeys, you whore."

Sango had come up behind me with her shit-eating grin before sitting between us.

"Hey! I don't appreciate being called a whore. I don't sleep around with everyone."
"Oh! So you admit that you're a slut for one dude. Spicy." Sango adds quickly.

"Who? Who? Who's got baby boy's legs wrapped around them on a reg?" Kagura asks.

"I hate both of you. I'm leaving this conversation." I say as I search for my headphones in my backpack. Sango and Kagura giggle next to me, Sango trying to hug me as I batted her hands away.
"Don't be so uptight, 'Roku."
"Leave that for the guy knocking the change out of your pockets." I couldn't help snickering at that last one, it was a bit funny.

"So who is it? Is 'Roku ever gonna tell us?"

"Maybe not yet. But I have a theory and I think it's-"

I don't hear anything that Sango is saying from how loud the music is as I ignore my so-called best friends gossiping about me.

They were ridiculous when they started going down a rabbit hole and I wasn't about to join them when it's about me. I take a bite of my sandwich, looking anywhere but at the two girls talking animatedly next to me before feeling the weight of eyes on me. I knew who it belonged to before making eye contact. He was sitting between his roommates at the far end of the cafeteria. The men were too deep in conversation to notice their friends' attention was elsewhere. He gave me a wink before smirking at me.

So I flipped him off, giving him a smirk of my own in return making him laugh.