What Is It About You?
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InuYasha AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,857
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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Bad Boy
Written for IYhedonism Comm - Prompt Vulgar!Fic
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‘It’s good to be home,’ Sango thought as she dropped her bags by the door. She couldn’t help but smile when Miroku came and swept her up in a crushing hug.
“I missed you.” He whispered in her ear. Sango wanted to believe Miroku but she knew her husband. Most likely he had found someone to occupy his dick while she was away. Sango had known when she married him that his sexual appetites included both men and women. She had longed suspected something was going on between him and Inuyasha. Sango pulled back and looked into the deep blue depths of her love’s eyes.
“Were you a good boy while I was gone?”
Miroku tried to hold her gaze but he could never lie to Sango.
“There was a brief encounter.” His gaze slid to the floor and a blush decorated his cheeks. Sango shook her head and caressed his burning cheek. Looking into her eyes, Miroku saw an evil gleam.
“You know what this means. Bad boys have to be punished.” Sango walked off towards their bedroom. Looking over her shoulder, Sango issued an order.
“Go to the punishment room. I have something new for you.”
Miroku watched her walk away, a thrill of arousal and fear working through him. Stripping as he walked, he couldn’t wait to see what punishment Sango had in mind.
When Sango returned to the punishment room. Miroku was naked and sitting on the bed. She had changed into her own outfit of a black leather bustier, a very short black leather mini that barely covered her ass and dangerous five-inch stilettos. Sango went to the storage dresser and retrieved her cuffs.
“Hold out your hands!” She barked to Miroku. He immediately complied and found himself wrapped in strong leather wrist cuffs. Pulling him across the room, Sango attached the cuffs to a suspension bar and Miroku found himself standing with his arms imprisoned in the air, eagerly waiting for his punishment.
Sango had selected a leather riding crop for the first part of his punishment. It was narrow but it stung like the dickens. Miroku’s back arched when Sango began slapping his ass. The sting of the crop hurt but he could feel his cock hardening with each hit. Soon, his bottom was cherry red and Sango stopped when he began crying out from pain and lust.
“There, there baby.” Sango crooned as she applied soothing oil to his wounded bottom. Miroku hissed as her hands tenderly rubbed over his sensitive skin. The oil cooled the burning from the crop and when Sango’s hand rubbed down the crack of his ass to caress his balls, Miroku almost lost his load right then and there.
“No! You aren’t allowed to cum yet!” Sango admonished him, removing her hand. Returning to the front of the suspended man, Sango kneeled and began to tease him. She rubbed her hands all over his sensitive body and Miroku moaned in response to her touch. Reaching his now throbbing cock, Sango rubbed it with her hand. The oil remaining on her hand provided a delicious friction to Miroku’s aching shaft. Sango then flicked the head of it with her tongue causing a shutter to roll through Miroku’s body. She could hear the sharp intake of breath as he struggled to keep from cumming. Taking the sensitive head into her mouth, Sango teased Miroku for a few moments. Smirking at Miroku’s groan as she removed her mouth, Sango issued her next order while releasing his hands.
“Go to the bed.”
Miroku went to the bed and lay on his stomach. He was wondering what Sango had up her sleeve. He couldn’t believe how understanding she was with his dalliances and the fact that she loved being a dominatrix only made Sango hotter in his eyes. He often wondered if he should introduce Inuyasha to this side of Sango.
Miroku’s lustful reverie was interrupted by Sango’s voice.
“Are you ready, baby?” A crooning Sango returned to him. Capturing his hands again, Miroku found himself secured in cuffs once again. His rod was standing at attention and he groaned as Sango ran her hand down the length. Miroku looked up in shock as he felt Sango wrap a cock ring around his aching erection.
“Just to ensure that you won’t cum until I’m ready for you too,” She whispered while staring into Miroku’s lust clouded eyes. In her normal voice, the orders began again.
“On your knees, you whore! Let me show you what happens to bad boys who stray!”
Miroku hurriedly got to his knees. Dazed, he felt Sango rubbing more oil, this time teasing his tight, puckered entrance. Looking back at Sango, he was shocked to see her now wearing a huge strap on. Catching his gaze, she lovingly stroked the dildo, coating it with oil.
“This is for you. Bad boys have to learn things the hard way.”
Miroku shivered, from both fear and lust. Sango rubbed the head of the dildo against his tight entrance. Miroku sighed as he felt the head of it enter his passage. Miroku thought he would pass out from the fullness as Sango worked inch after inch of the dildo into him. Finally, Sango began riding Miroku. When the dildo began hitting his pleasure point, Miroku began to cry out from the sensation. Soon he was begging Sango.
“Let me cum, baby! Please let me cum!” Miroku knew Sango loved it when he begged.
“I want to cum! I want to cum so bad!
Smiling, Sango reached around Miroku and removed the cock ring. Stroking his hard throbbing length as she continued pumping his ass, Miroku couldn’t hold back the roar that came crawling out of his throat as he finally released his load. Spurt after spurt of hot cum landed on Sango’s hand and on the bed. Miroku finally collapsed. As he drifted off in a sated haze, Miroku realized he needed to be a bad boy more often.
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‘It’s good to be home,’ Sango thought as she dropped her bags by the door. She couldn’t help but smile when Miroku came and swept her up in a crushing hug.
“I missed you.” He whispered in her ear. Sango wanted to believe Miroku but she knew her husband. Most likely he had found someone to occupy his dick while she was away. Sango had known when she married him that his sexual appetites included both men and women. She had longed suspected something was going on between him and Inuyasha. Sango pulled back and looked into the deep blue depths of her love’s eyes.
“Were you a good boy while I was gone?”
Miroku tried to hold her gaze but he could never lie to Sango.
“There was a brief encounter.” His gaze slid to the floor and a blush decorated his cheeks. Sango shook her head and caressed his burning cheek. Looking into her eyes, Miroku saw an evil gleam.
“You know what this means. Bad boys have to be punished.” Sango walked off towards their bedroom. Looking over her shoulder, Sango issued an order.
“Go to the punishment room. I have something new for you.”
Miroku watched her walk away, a thrill of arousal and fear working through him. Stripping as he walked, he couldn’t wait to see what punishment Sango had in mind.
When Sango returned to the punishment room. Miroku was naked and sitting on the bed. She had changed into her own outfit of a black leather bustier, a very short black leather mini that barely covered her ass and dangerous five-inch stilettos. Sango went to the storage dresser and retrieved her cuffs.
“Hold out your hands!” She barked to Miroku. He immediately complied and found himself wrapped in strong leather wrist cuffs. Pulling him across the room, Sango attached the cuffs to a suspension bar and Miroku found himself standing with his arms imprisoned in the air, eagerly waiting for his punishment.
Sango had selected a leather riding crop for the first part of his punishment. It was narrow but it stung like the dickens. Miroku’s back arched when Sango began slapping his ass. The sting of the crop hurt but he could feel his cock hardening with each hit. Soon, his bottom was cherry red and Sango stopped when he began crying out from pain and lust.
“There, there baby.” Sango crooned as she applied soothing oil to his wounded bottom. Miroku hissed as her hands tenderly rubbed over his sensitive skin. The oil cooled the burning from the crop and when Sango’s hand rubbed down the crack of his ass to caress his balls, Miroku almost lost his load right then and there.
“No! You aren’t allowed to cum yet!” Sango admonished him, removing her hand. Returning to the front of the suspended man, Sango kneeled and began to tease him. She rubbed her hands all over his sensitive body and Miroku moaned in response to her touch. Reaching his now throbbing cock, Sango rubbed it with her hand. The oil remaining on her hand provided a delicious friction to Miroku’s aching shaft. Sango then flicked the head of it with her tongue causing a shutter to roll through Miroku’s body. She could hear the sharp intake of breath as he struggled to keep from cumming. Taking the sensitive head into her mouth, Sango teased Miroku for a few moments. Smirking at Miroku’s groan as she removed her mouth, Sango issued her next order while releasing his hands.
“Go to the bed.”
Miroku went to the bed and lay on his stomach. He was wondering what Sango had up her sleeve. He couldn’t believe how understanding she was with his dalliances and the fact that she loved being a dominatrix only made Sango hotter in his eyes. He often wondered if he should introduce Inuyasha to this side of Sango.
Miroku’s lustful reverie was interrupted by Sango’s voice.
“Are you ready, baby?” A crooning Sango returned to him. Capturing his hands again, Miroku found himself secured in cuffs once again. His rod was standing at attention and he groaned as Sango ran her hand down the length. Miroku looked up in shock as he felt Sango wrap a cock ring around his aching erection.
“Just to ensure that you won’t cum until I’m ready for you too,” She whispered while staring into Miroku’s lust clouded eyes. In her normal voice, the orders began again.
“On your knees, you whore! Let me show you what happens to bad boys who stray!”
Miroku hurriedly got to his knees. Dazed, he felt Sango rubbing more oil, this time teasing his tight, puckered entrance. Looking back at Sango, he was shocked to see her now wearing a huge strap on. Catching his gaze, she lovingly stroked the dildo, coating it with oil.
“This is for you. Bad boys have to learn things the hard way.”
Miroku shivered, from both fear and lust. Sango rubbed the head of the dildo against his tight entrance. Miroku sighed as he felt the head of it enter his passage. Miroku thought he would pass out from the fullness as Sango worked inch after inch of the dildo into him. Finally, Sango began riding Miroku. When the dildo began hitting his pleasure point, Miroku began to cry out from the sensation. Soon he was begging Sango.
“Let me cum, baby! Please let me cum!” Miroku knew Sango loved it when he begged.
“I want to cum! I want to cum so bad!
Smiling, Sango reached around Miroku and removed the cock ring. Stroking his hard throbbing length as she continued pumping his ass, Miroku couldn’t hold back the roar that came crawling out of his throat as he finally released his load. Spurt after spurt of hot cum landed on Sango’s hand and on the bed. Miroku finally collapsed. As he drifted off in a sated haze, Miroku realized he needed to be a bad boy more often.