Inuyasha-Oniisama, Aishiteru (COMPLETED! BONUS!!!)

A/N: To celebrate Harmony’s pregnancy, I have decided to write up that scene between Kouga and Ayame—remember I mentioned something about them not appearing much due to the lack of hot teacher desk sex? XD XD XD I’m such a perv! Well, Harmony, congratulations and we’re all very excited for you! THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!!! AND WELCOME BACK!!!)



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“Kouga-sensei, I finished grading these papers for you.”



Kouga glanced over his shoulder and saw Ayame standing there. It had been about a week or so since she’d been reinstated as his student-teacher, thanks to the influence of Kagome. Ayame stood there, wearing a plaid, red and white mini skirt and a white blouse—something that severely contrasted her bright, orange hair. While it was usually put into two, girlish pigtails, he had to admit to himself, she looked more mature when it was in a simple, flaming ponytail. Her black heels clicked on the floor as she walked over to him, reports pressed against her chest. He was standing by the window, admiring something, but she was busy admiring him. Even through his normal green track suit, she could tell he had such a wonderful body.



“What are you looking at, sensei?”



“Nothing important. Come see.”



She stood beside him and close enough to get a whiff of his masculine scent. Whatever cologne he was wearing, it was enough to give her a small high. She mentally chastised herself—What was she doing having such thoughts about her kind superior? After all, he was nice enough to have her reinstated as his student-teacher, even after she’d so suddenly quit after the dead of her brother Asahiro. Kouga was very understanding about all of it—He treated her kindly and never gave her more work than she could handle. He’d eat lunch with her and they’d even go out for coffee every other morning before work. He smiled at her the way Asahiro did—As a big brother. The thought saddened Ayame slightly. She’d been in love with Kouga ever since she’d been a student of his. Taboo, though it may have been and although Kouga may have been about five years older than her, that didn’t mean she was any less attracted to him. Ayame glanced out of the window, hoping to clear her thoughts. It was a beautiful spring day and the sun was slowly going down over the skyline of tall buildings. There were a few kids playing soccer in the school yard and a few athletic teams and clubs training, but that was about it. Standing there with Kouga made her feel more relaxed as the sunset began to illuminate the empty classroom they stood in. Ayame remembered the reports she held against her chest and quickly looked up at Kouga, who was still transfixed by the beautiful sunset.



“Nee, Kouga-sensei. Here are the reports.”



“Oh, right. Set them on the desk. We have a lot more grading to do, so are you ready for another all-nighter?”



“Of course!” Ayame nodded with a grin.



Ayame turned around and sat the papers down on the desk. What luck! She was able to spend more time with Kouga! Kouga walked past her and over to the locked cabinet. She watched him scrounge around in there for a few minutes before pulling out a stack of ungraded papers. He walked over to the desk and sat them down in front of Ayame.



“This looks like it’ll take a while. Ayame, you want something to eat? I can always call in for dinner.”



“Oh…! Sure…!” she blushed.



“Great, what do you feel like? Chinese? Ramen? I was thinking of Korean myself…”



“Korean barbeque sounds great! Oh, can we order some sushi as well?”



“Sure. Anything else?” he asked, pulling out his cell phone.



Ayame thought about it for a few minutes and nodded.



“Pizza!”



“Pizza? You’ve got a big appetite for such a cute little girl.”



Ayame blushed red as Kouga stepped into the hallway to place the call. He called her cute! Ayame waited for about five seconds before squealing mentally and like a sugar-wild schoolgirl at a concert for their favorite band. When Kouga opened the door once more, she quickly retained her cool and calm demeanor. She wasn’t a sugar-wild schoolgirl, she was a sophomore in college and his student-teacher. Kouga grinned at her and informed her that the food would be arriving there soon.



“Well, then! Let’s get started!”



“That’s the spirit.” He said, maintaining his grin.



Ayame pulled up a chair to the side of his desk and got to work, grading the papers with accuracy and skill. While her head was down in her work, Kouga rested his chin on his palm and glanced at her with a small grin. Ayame was definitely cute and dedicated—just like Kagome. Kouga could take the hint though. Kagome couldn’t hide her true intentions when she’d reacquainted them at her ceremony a week and a half ago. It wasn’t like he wanted to forget his feelings for Kagome, it was just he knew there was no point in lusting after her, especially when she obviously had feelings for Ayame Kaibaku. Ayame was energetic, hard-working and very dedicated to him, even in personal matters. Kouga recalled a small incident earlier in the week when one of the female math teachers bitched him out for denying a date with him. Ayame came to his rescue and gave the math teacher a thorough bitching out. He didn’t remember the exact words exchanged, but he was pretty sure the words ‘Old hag’ and ‘Impudent little bitch’ were thrown around back and forth a few times. By the time that situation had ended, Kouga found Ayame on the side of the building crying because she was certain that the principal would find out and fire her. In retrospect, Kouga, thought, he had to admit that he was touched when she bawled on about how she couldn’t be a student teacher for anyone else but him.



But it wasn’t like he was completely stupid either.



He had been aware of Ayame’s feelings from the day they had met. Kouga allowed himself to be pleasantly side-tracked by the memory…



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The halls of school were filled with the new and incoming students of the middle school. A few of the girls began squealing when their favorite teacher began making his way down the hallway: Tall, with shoulder-length black hair, blue-green eyes and wearing a pair of black pants and a white blouse. In his hand, he carried a folder for a class and his other hand was in his pocket. He passed by all of the excited junior high students, mostly girls whispering and giggling about him as he went past. He just chuckled to himself—Girls were so young and cute at that age. He’d turned the corner just in time to see a girl holding a piece of paper in her hand and looking around as if slightly confused. She was dressed in the cute, pleated green skirt and white blouse, but what threw him was the color of her short, boyishly-cut hair: It was as orange as the sunset and she’d even had an iris tucked behind her ear. Was she a tomboy with a girlish side?



Ayame heaved a heavy sigh. She hated how big the school was. She knew if she didn’t get to her first class on time, the teacher would really have her behind for it. A strong hand on her shoulder startled her and caused her look over her shoulder. She saw the most handsome face in the world grinning at her.



“You lost?”



“Um…I…that is…”



Ayame blushed and quickly looked down. Great, did she sound intelligent or what? Kouga took the piece of paper from her and glanced at it. Go figure—it was her school schedule.



“Oh, you want to go to room…”



“Hey!”



She quickly snatched the paper away from him and glared at him.



“I don’t need your help! I can find it on my own!”



Obviously, but pleasantly surprised, Kouga watched as she turned down the hallway and hurried away from him. So, her hair matched her personality too, did it? Kouga turned and preceded to head on to class. He was almost certain he’d see the girl again sooner than later.



And of course, sooner came when she appeared in the doorway to his health class almost twenty minutes later, obviously dumbfounded. Ayame gave a heavy sigh as Kouga chuckled.



“Well, well, how nice of you to join us, Miss…Kaibaku.”



He had a grin on his face that made her want to slap him silly. She endured the laughing by her classmates as she took her seat in the second row, right next to the window. Ever since then, he’d call on her to answer questions when he knew that she wasn’t paying attention or ask her to stay afterwards and do the classroom work all by herself. Finally, after a semester of being picked on, she cornered him in class, after hours, fuming mad.



“Sensei! This isn’t fair! Why are you picking on me so damn much?! Is it funny to you?! Is it a game?!”



Kouga, sitting at his desk, was obviously surprised by her sudden intrusion, as he was in the process of preparing the final. He looked at her for a few minutes more before summoning her over to him. She stalked over to him, hands on her hips.



“What?”



“Have a seat. You can help me grade these papers.” He said casually.



“WHAT?! I’m going to do no such thing! You haven’t answered my question!”



He just grinned at her and winked.



“Who knows? Maybe I like you.”



Ayame almost hit the floor. Her green eyes widened and the blush on her cheeks was almost as red as her hair.



“Th…that’s not nice! You shouldn’t tease girls like that!”



“But it’s fun…”



Karma came around to bite him in the daft-end when he got a papercut. Ayame’s eyes widened a little and after insulting his intelligence, she noticed the paper he’d bled on was graded incorrectly.



“It’s a small wonder everyone is failing! Half these answers are correct! Can’t you do anything right, sensei?”



Kouga glared at her slightly, but when she wrapped his finger in a piece of her hankerchief, he could only chuckle. So, his little tomboy had a gentle side? Ayame sat down next to him and grabbed a stack full of papers, saying he couldn’t grade papers correctly on his own. She was sitting down and grading her classmates papers, commenting on how stupid some of them were, but not as dense as her sensei.



“Why don’t you teach gym or something? It doesn’t require as much thinking.” She giggled.



“Aren’t we funny? Well, you’ll get your wish because starting next year, I’ll be a full time gym teacher.”



“Great! Maybe then everyone else won’t be failing because of faulty grading.”



“You know, you look cute but you sure don’t act it.”



She glared at him, but her look softened when he reached out and grabbed a short strand of her hair.



“You should try and grow out your hair, Ayame. It’d look nice on you.”



Ayame quickly looked down and muttered something about thinking about it. Their grading had become a little weekly ritual, even after Ayame had graduated and gone to high school, but their routine picking on one another continued…In his mind, he could see Ayame’s many expressions, yelling his name when she was happy to see him. It ranged from



“Kouga-sensei!” when she was happy.



Or even,



“Kouga no baka!” when she was pissed.



But his favorite is when she had the softest look in her eye and she all but whispered,



“Kouga…”



“…Kouga! KOUGA TA BA!”



Kouga quickly shook off the memories in favor of the present, where presently, Ayame was standing over him with a pizza box and bagged items on top of it.



“Where were you just now? I’ve been calling your name for like ten minutes!”



He chuckled and scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin.



“Sorry, I didn’t even notice the food was here.”



“Obviously! And you haven’t gotten any work done, either. It’s okay, let’s eat. Maybe food will have your brain working again.”



Kouga could only chuckle as she sat down with a slice of pizza in her hand.



“What is it?”



“It’s just like old times, hmm? I remember when you were just a little pipsqueak back in middle school.”



“Hey, I wasn’t little!”



“Oh, yeah?” he challenged with a grin.



“Yeah! And if I recall correctly, you were always picking on me! You always made me stay after school and would always embarrass me in front of the class…”



Her voice trailed off when she remembered his ‘reasoning’ for doing so. He said he’d liked her, but she knew he was just teasing her. Much to her upset. Even still, isn’t that why she stayed around him so much? Because she was actually hoping that one day, his feelings for her might change? Ayame finished her pizza in favor of some of the barbequed yakinuku. With her chopsticks in her mouth, she realized all of the playing around and teasing they did with each other was exactly what a brother and sister did. Ayame gave a small sigh. Kouga opened a can of beer and took a long sip from it.



“What can I say? You were so cute and just so much fun to tease.”



“Hey…!”



Ayame swallowed her food before continuing her statement, which was abruptly cut off when Kouga reached out and pulled a piece of rice away from her mouth with a chuckle and popped it into his.



“Don’t get me wrong, you’re still cute as hell and just as much fun to tease now as you were then. But when you have a crush on someone, you’re even more fun to tease.”



Ayame’s eyes widened and she stared at him for a moment.



“Y…you have a crush on me?!”



“Actually, I was talking about your little crush on me.”



“How did you know?!” she asked, standing.



Kouga grinned and smiled.



“You just told me.”



Ayame froze, turning red from her head to her toes. Kouga leaned back in his seat for a minute and sighed.



“Then again, I’ve sorta known ever since you were a pup in middle school. I mean, how could I have not known? Anyway, you want to see what it’s like?”



“Wh…what do you mean?”



He sat his can of beer down and stood up, staring at her darkly.



“I’m asking if you want to see what it’s like to have your girlhood fantasy come true and if it’s anything like you expected?”



“I…don’t…um…”



Kouga walked over to her and without a word, placed his hands on her shoulders and bent slightly to kiss her. Ayame stood there, arms by her size, almost frozen. Was she dreaming? No, she was positive she was awake—the soft texture of his lips confirmed it. Before she could even move, he broke the kiss and smirked at her.



“Well, damn, kiss me back or something. It feels like I’m kissing a dead person.”



“Why you…!”



She pushed his arms out of her way and wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe to kiss him.



‘I knew she’d do that…but it still hurt.’



Kouga eased himself into the kiss, leaning against the desk for slight support. Ayame could feel his arms slink around her waist and pull her closer. When he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she clenched her eyes shut and moaned slightly against his mouth.



What that one little moan did to Kouga.



He broke away from her for a moment, turning his back to her. Ayame wondered if she’d done something wrong.



“What is it…?”



“Let’s stop.”



“Wh…what? Why?!”



He turned to look at her with a slight smile.



“Because, we can’t let this go too far, understand?”



“No, I don’t! Why can we go further?”



He turned fully around and wrapped his arms tightly around her like a vice grip. His hand traveled over her ass for a minute and Ayame’s eyes widened as she felt it move under her skirt. His finger trailed her pantyline and she gave a slight whimper. Against her ear, he whispered,



“Because if this goes any further, I’m not going to be the nice, gentle sensei you’ve fantasized about. If only you could have seen the things I used to think about you when you were younger…”



Ayame’s blush worsened, but she didn’t care. The fact that he’d dreamed about her, no, fantasized about doing this with her, was more than enough to make her feel loved by him, even if he didn’t mean it.



Even if he was teasing her again.



“Then…go ahead. I want to see a side of sensei that no one else has.”



Kouga looked at her incredulously. As if she couldn’t have meant it, but the look in her heavy, green eyes told a completely different story. Kouga continued to embrace her, but took his hand and began to play with the silk scarf around her neck. She felt it come undone and Kouga bringing her hands together behind her back. She could feel him tie her hands together with her own scarf and him whispering,



“Remember, you asked for it…”



In one, swift motion, he’d switched places with her and she could feel her ass pressing against the desk slightly. Kouga stopped messing with her for a moment, only to move the papers, food and drinks to a separate desk. Ayame’s panicked look was one that fueled his desire for her.



“Kouga…do you mean to do this here?!”



He gripped her chin in between his thumb and his forefinger and forced her to look at him.



“Kouga-sensei. Don’t forget your place as my student teacher and my subordinate.”



Before she could respond, he backed her up against the desk once more, sitting her on top of it. She tried to close her legs, but her sensei wasn’t having it. He pried her legs apart and exposed the sexy, black panties beneath her red skirt. He smirked up at her, seeing her wide-eyed expression and the blush staining her cheeks.



“Now, now…why would a good girl wear such bad girl things?”



“I wasn’t wearing them for you…!” she barely managed.



“I’m hurt, Ayame.”



She made small protests when she could feel him pull her panties down. He silenced her by pushing her backwards on the desk and raising her legs up high. Ayame watched his head disappear beneath her skirt and between her thighs, feeling his breath against her…



“Kouga…! Wait!”



She felt his gentle nip at her clit and her world exploded for a small moment. She grit her teeth as Kouga wasted no time in running his tongue between her lower lips and finding its hot center. Her juices flooded his mouth and ran down his tongue and into his throat. He’d done this several times, but could honestly say he’d never been so into it before. He pulled Ayame closer and his tongue disappeared inside of her. Ayame threw her head back, seeing stars of different, beautiful exploding colors. She also noticed that the door to the room was slightly open. What if someone walked in on them? Sure, it was dark outside and she doubted the only people in the building were the custodians, but even still…!



“K…Kouga…! Kouga-sensei!”



She could feel him withdraw his tongue from her body and he looked at her, licking his lips, her juices visible on his lips. She blushed, never imagining Kouga doing such things to her.



“Um…the…the door…”



“So? If someone comes in, we’ll give them quite the show.”



“But…! What if…!”



“I have tenure.”



He stood up for a moment and unzipped his green jacket, tossing it over another desk. Ayame eyed his hardcore, muscled body like a fine, Italian statue…with the exception of the white ‘wife-beater’ covering his torso, he was perfection. He put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her upward onto her feet. He sat down behind his desk and into his comfortable chair. He motioned for her with his finger, pulling her close and kissing her. She could taste herself on his breath and a shudder ran down her spine. How erotic…how terribly naughty. Anyone could walk in on them! He broke the kiss and smirked, putting his hands on her shoulders and gently forcing her to her knees in front of him. Ayame’s eyes widened. He didn’t want her to do that to him, did he? When he began undoing the drawstrings of his sweatpants, she knew she was in for it. He ushered her under the desk slightly and when he finally freed his erection, he could hear a gasp escape Ayame’s lips that he was certain could be heard in China. Tangling his hands in her long fiery hair and pulling it out of it’s neat ponytail, he lowered her head to his waiting cock. When Ayame accepted the full length into her hot, tight mouth in one, fall swoop, he grit his teeth and gave a slight, feral moan. Ayame was more than surprised when she heard the to the room slide open and Kouga slam his cock fully into her mouth as he pushed his chair in under the desk.



“Ah, Kouga-sensei! Burning the midnight oil?”



Ayame froze. Had they been discovered? She wanted to stop but Kouga’s subtle thrust into her mouth made her continue. She heard sweeping around the desk and knew they’d probably be discovered by the nightly janitor.



“Oh, you know me. I like to get all of my work done before I head home.”



“Ah, well, don’t mind me. Keep at then. I’ll just leave you to your work.”



“Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.”



Ayame honestly wondered how he could mask his pleasure and lie with a completely straight face. When she heard the door close again, he moved the chair back, smirking at her deviously.



“Do you honestly think I’m that dumb, Ayame? You’re lucky he didn’t notice you under here, but I think I’m talking too much…”



He pulled away from Ayame, pulling out of her mouth. She gasped a little when he grabbed her from under the desk and pulled her to her feet once more. How she hated the fact that her hands were bound behind her back, but Kouga was certainly following up on his promise—He was showing her a side of him she’d never seen before. Suddenly it seemed that her kind, funny, playful sensei was somewhere far away as he laid her down on her back over his desk. He began undoing the buttons on her blouse, exposing her equally sexy matching black, strapless bra. He paused for a minute and chuckled.



“What the hell is so funny?!” she demanded.



“It’s just…well, a few years ago, you did have enough of anything to hold up a training bra. When did you move up to being able to wear a strapless?” he quipped.



Ayame’s cheeks reddened once more and she pouted, turning her head to the side.



“Well excuse me if I was so unsexy…!”



She stopped mid-sentence when he rested his head against her breasts and heaved a great sigh. She craned her neck to look up at him.



“Ayame, you could never be unsexy. If anything, you’ve gone from being cute, to pretty…and now you’ve matured into this beautiful young woman.”



He reached under her and untied her wrists. Ayame breathed a sigh of relief as she rubbed her sore wrists. She sat up for a minute and Kouga gave another sigh.



“In fact, if I could have, I would have kept watching you from afar…just kinda watchin’ you grow up, y’know? But you’re all grown up now, aren’t ya, Aya?”



Ayame nodded with a small blush.



“I…I was waiting for you to see me as a woman and not just a kid, but…”



“You’ll always be ‘Kiddo’ in my eyes,” he chuckled, nuzzling his forehead against her own.



She gave another pout before wrapping her arms around his neck.



“Do…you think you could be a little gentle with me if…we continue?”



Gentle? Kouga actually had to contemplate if he could. It was like instinct for him to be a little rough and tumble, but gentle? He leaned forward, his lips brushing her forehead.



“I’ll try.”



“’Kay…”



Ayame laid down on her back and spread her legs wide for him, a blush on her cheeks once more.



“I’ve…only done this once before, and that was terrible. Um…Kouga-sensei…can you…please…”



He snaked his arm around her waist and brought her closer to the edge of the desk. She looked up at him as he hovered over her, a small smirk on his lips.



“Hold on to my neck.”



She wrapped her arms around his neck as if embracing him. Putting his tip at her entrance, he slowly entered, gritting his teeth and listening to Ayame moan as she stretched around him inch by wonderful inch. She may have not been a virgin, but it was an undoubtedly tight fit. He could feel Ayame clawing at his back, silently whimpering and moaning. Once he was in to the hilt, he pulled back slowly and thrust inside of her once more. Ayame laid back down on the desk, fully stretched out, sweat starting to appear on her forehead. Kouga nearly lost it—Here was Ayame, a young woman he’d watched mature over the years, laying on his desk, her blouse wide open, her breasts peeking from the top of her strapless bra and her red hair surrounding her like a beautiful veil. Her beautiful green eyes were heavy with need and that blush that stained her cheeks…All of it combined with how she felt around his cock was enough to almost make him cum and cum hard.



“Kouga…sensei…please…move more…!”



Kouga gripped Ayame’s thighs tighter and lifted them higher as he buried himself inside of her. Ayame, desperate for something to hold on to raked her hands through his long, black hair, sending it out of it’s usual ponytail. As his black hair trailed over his shoulders and down his back, and he looked at her with those intense blue eyes, she came to her first orgasm, moaning loudly, but quickly remembering her surroundings and raised the side of her index finger to her mouth, trying to muffle her moans. Kouga crawled over her until they could only rely on the weight of the desk to support them and he thrust into her faster, gritting his teeth. In all of the times he’d had sex, and with all of the women, he’d never imagined a pleasure so intense, it caused him to break into feral moans. It was as if a demon of sorts had awoken inside of him. He could feel himself nearing heaven’s gate, but he wanted to make sure Ayame came just once more. He bent down, taking her bouncing nipple into his mouth and sucked on it as hard as he could. Ayame screamed, feeling Kouga swell inside of her and knew they were both close.



“K…Kouga…”



He looked up at her, seeing her eyes filled with love and lust as she gave a gentle smile.



“Together…Let’s come together…”



That was all it took. Ayame’s walls tightened around Kouga as he sent his seed deep inside of her body. For a moment, it seemed that all was right with the world and there was no one else but the two of them living in it. Kouga collapsed on Ayame, resting his head on her rising and falling chest. She wrapped her arms around him, gently running her hands through his black hair. He looked up at her for a moment and smiled. She could only smile back at her with her own, silly grin.



“So…? Was it everything like your girlhood fantasies?”



“Mmm-hmm…It was. Thank you so much…Kouga-sensei.”



It would be a few more minutes before they cleaned themselves up and put themselves back into their work. The food was still lukewarm and there were papers to still be graded, but neither of them really minded.



“So, Ayame…how would you like another job?” Kouga said casually.



“What do you mean?”



“Well…there’s a position at my place that needs to be filled. I mean, it’s not the ritz or anything, but I was sort of looking for a roommate. More or less, a girlfriend and maybe, if she didn’t kill me, a future wife.”



Ayame’s eyes widened before she broke into a smile of her own.



“I’ll think about it, Kouga-sensei.”



The End



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A/N: Well, there ya go, Harmony and everyone else! Harmony, I’m really happy for ya and so are all your author/friends on here! CONGRATS!!!! WE’RE SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!



Love, Sho-Chan!