Tell Me What You Want

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in Inuyasha. Damn…

Wow. So….this is my first thing of aff.net. Don’t be too critical, because I got the idea and just decided to…go with it.

Sango looked at the bag in her hand as she jammed her keys into the door of their house. She couldn’t believe she had actually done it, and it filled her with a sense of shame and humiliation. Why, when she now had a loving husband? Why not before, when she had been lonely and single?
Sango had bought her first vibrator.
She couldn’t even look at the thing in the bag. On her way home from the studio, Sango had seen the sex shop, and stopped for a moment. It was so tempting…she had been so horny for the past week, with nothing to do…so after about ten minutes of gathering up the courage to do it, she bought it. Her first dildo.
She was a horrible wife.
But ever since Miroku started up his own law firm, he had been working since eleven at night, which meant none of the mind-blowing sex they usually had at least three times a week. She woke up without him, and fell asleep before he came home. The truth was, Sango was lonely and her libido was growing. She was about to go mad if she went another day without a release. As much as it embarrassed her, it was the truth.
Sango sighed as she took of her jacket and threw it on the couch. She should have known that with two completely different careers, their schedules were bound to conflict. She painted at the studio from 9:30 to 3:00 every day. Miroku worked at the office from 7:00 to 11:00 every day. She knew it would be selfish to ask him for sex when he was so tired (plus, she would be to embarrassed to ask him for such a thing; he was the one who always asked for it).
Sango looked at her watch. It was 5:00 now, because she had stopped to consult Kagome on the way home (Kagome was the one who gave Sango the original idea). She had plenty of time to test the vibrator out before Miroku came home. Not that she was afraid of what he would do if he found out what she was doing. She was…almost certain that he wouldn’t care. She just...she didn’t have to tell him everything, right?
Sango made her way to the bedroom, thanking Kami that her house was all on one floor, because she was too tired to climb stairs. She laid the bag on the bed and took out the long, slim vibrator. Sango blushed, unable to believe she had come to this. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid off her g-string, tossing them to the side. There was the on-switch…Sango clicked it, feeling the thing move in her hand. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and lowered it…
“Sango! Surprise!” Sango’s eyes widened when she heard the door open with a bang. What the hell was Miroku doing home so early? She clicked the vibrator off with clumsy hands, shoving it back in the bag and haphazardly hiding that under the bed.
“The boys finally noticed how much time I’ve been spending at the office, so they decided to give me the night off. Where are you? Are you in the bedroom?”
Shit…shit…shit…Sango cursed silently as she quickly pulled on her underwear. She could hear his footsteps getting closer…she yanked the jeans on, pulling them over her ass and buttoning them. At that moment, the door flung open, and Miroku strode in.
“Hey,” he whispered, drawing her into an intimate embrace. Sango felt her heart speed up, something that happened every time she was near him. “What were you doing in here?”
“I was…” Sango quickly looked around the room, noticing her book on the night side table. “…reading,” she finished lamely, pointing to the novel. “Reading my book.”
Miroku kissed her lightly on the lips. “Of course, even though I’m home early I still have a lot of papers to go through. We’re so chaotic right now. I wish it could go any other way. Sorry, Sango.” Sango felt her heart sink. So he just came home to do more work? Well, it wasn’t his fault, anyway. She put on a fake smile, trying to hide her disappointment. She leaned down, pretending to tie her shoe, but really just trying to compose herself.
“That’s fine. Listen, I’ll just go make us some dinner. What do you want?” Sango stood up, noticing Miroku inching towards a corner of the bed. “Miroku, what are you-”
Fear overcame her as she saw him kneeling down, pulling at a piece of a plastic bag poking out from beneath the dust ruffle.
“Are these the new shoes you bought me? Why are they under the bed? Sango…” Miroku’s voice faded out as he slowly stared at the contents of the bag. Sango’s heart pounded in her chest. What would he say? What would he do?
“You bought…a dildo?” He spoke slowly. “What the hell?”
Sango blushed, feeling as if her face were on fire. “I…I can explain…”
“Why would you buy a dildo?” Miroku looked confused, which just made him look cuter, which just made Sango feel more like dirt.
“Its just…since you’ve been gone every night for the past week…I’ve been so lonely, Miroku.” Sango stammered her way through her speech, unable to meet Miroku’s eye. “And…Kami, I feel stupid…lately I’ve been feeling really…well, you know, since we used to…do it…so much before, and now we’re not…doing it…at all, I’ve been getting…urges.” Sango prayed to be struck by lightning.
“Everyday you come home so late, and you’re so tired, I didn’t want to be selfish and…ask you for it. So I asked Kagome-chan, and she said I should buy a…a toy.” Sango was beet-red now, and could feel her face getting hotter by the second. “Listen, I’ll go start dinner and you can do your work, and I’ll return the vibrator tomorrow because it was a stupid idea anyway, and-”
Sango was silenced momentarily and she was pushed up against the wall and kissed with more force and passion than she had ever experienced.
Miroku had her up against the wall, as his tongue entwined with hers. They fought for dominance for a few seconds before Sango finally surrendered herself to him. She was dizzy with desire, and focused on getting him out of the suit and tie he was currently in. She threw off his jacket, undid the tie, and began working on the buttons of his shirt.
Meanwhile, Miroku had abandoned Sango’s lips for her jaw line, the shell of her ear, the nape of her neck, anything. Her bit her neck, causing Sango to gasp, then kissed it gently. Sango had finally gotten the shirt undone and pushed it off his shoulders, placing her hands on his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat. This turned Miroku on incredibly, so, trying to find a way to satisfy his lust, his pushed up her thin shirt and bra and began to devour her breasts. Sango whimpered, placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself so she wouldn’t collapse. She felt her stomach tighten, and couldn’t stop the heat from gathering in-between her legs.
Miroku had had enough of the game they were playing. With one fluid motion, he carried Sango to the bed and straddled her. Sango realized in one clear thought what they were doing. As Miroku leaned down to claim her breasts again, she quickly placed her hands on his chest to stop him.
“Wait! Wait. Hold on.” They were both panting, so Sango paused for a moment to catch her breath. “Does this mean you’re not mad?”
Miroku stared at her like she was insane for bringing this up now. “I’m a little annoyed that you thought a dildo could pleasure you as well as I could. But I’m not mad.” He was staring at her breasts, hunger burning in his eyes. “Now shut up before I have to force you to be quiet.”
Sango shivered at his words, but she still felt she had to explain herself. “How could I have asked you? You know how I am about that sort of thing.” It was true. Even now she was blushing. “And you were always so tired!”
“You should have learned this by now, Sango: I’m never too tired for sex.” He began massaging her breasts, and Sango felt herself drift away from reality. “As for the first thing you said…you need to learn how to ask for what you want.” He leaned down close to her, pressing his lips against her ear. Sango could feel his hard manhood against her leg, shocked to feel how much he wanted her.
“What do you want, Sango?” She shuddered, feeling every word he spoke. Her pussy grew wet, and she ached for a release. “Tell me what you want.”
Sango was turning red. “W-What do you mean?” Unsatisfied with her answer, Miroku flipped her over on her stomach and playfully spanked her ass.
“Don’t make me figure it out for myself,” he warned, turning her back over. He unzipped her jeans and pulled them off of her, tossing them aside. Sango blushed harder, because now he could see how wet she was. She was still too shy to say anything.
“Miroku, please,” she pleaded, trying to move so she could have a little space away from this overwhelming heat. To her dismay, she was flipped over and spanked again. It hurt more now because she was wearing fewer clothes, so Sango flinched, feeling a little sting. Miroku leaned down and kissed her shoulder, immediately making her forget about the small amount of pain.
“I’ll give you one more chance, Sango.” He was whispering against her ear again. “Or we’ll stop. I’ll put my clothes on and leave.”
Sango stared at him, trying to judge whether or not he was serious. She wanted him so badly! But he would never do such a thing, would he?
“You’re joking,” she decided, staring at him defiantly. “You would never just walk away in the middle of sex.”
Miroku shrugged and stood up. He began searching for the spot where Sango had tossed his shirt and picked it up, carefully placing his arms through it. Sango felt a sense of panic rush through her.
“Wait!” She sat up. Miroku stopped and turned to her, a slight smile on his lips. Sango flushed, her face reddening. Why was he so cruel? “I…I w-want…”
Miroku took off the shirt, grinning. “Yes, Sango?”
She hated him. She loved him. Her face was bright red and she was unable to meet his amused stare. “I want you to touch me,” she whispered, barely audible.
“I couldn’t hear you, love.” Miroku took a step closer. Sango glared.
“I want you to touch me, okay?” She practically shouted, burying her head in her arms. Oh Kami, she felt like an idiot!
This sense of stupidity nearly disappeared as Miroku drew her head out of her arms and pushed her back against the bed. He began touching her pussy through the thin underwear, causing Sango to moan with ecstasy.
“There, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He murmured, enjoying her pleasured moans. “What my dear Sango wants, she gets.”
“You’re a sadistic pig,” Sango managed to tell him before surrendering to another wave of pleasure. “P-please, Miroku…m-more…” She still wasn’t used to this yet, but Miroku understood her. He peeled her g-string off of her and entered her with a single finger. Sango’s moans increased, as she dug her fingernails into his shoulder.
She was panting heavily as he increased it to two fingers, then three. It hurt a little, but the pain just turned her on more. Sango wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself closer to him as he pumped his hand in and out of her. She cried out, calling his name, begging for more.
Miroku pulled his hand out of her, much to Sango’s protests. Instead he lowered his head to her crotch, running his hands along her thighs. Sango felt her legs spreading of their own accord. Everything was controlled by her instinct, now. Her body wanted this, so it reacted. Miroku placed his hands on her waist to steady himself, and licked her clit seductively. Sango cried with pleasure, her hips buckling and her insides turning into jello. Her juices flowed freely, and Miroku drank them with fervor. Hearing her lust-filled moans made him painfully hard, but he continued eating her out until he could feel her reaching her climax.
Sango always had trouble letting herself go at her peak, and, like always, she clung to him tightly, refusing to let go because of stupid dignity. Miroku was frustrated, and as her massaged her clit with his tongue he entered her with his fingers, thrusting hard. Sango held out for as long as she could before she surrendered to the pleasure, screaming Miroku’s name and twisting the sheets in her fists. Miroku treasured the cries as she reached her peak, knowing he had earned it.
But now Miroku could feel he was painfully hard and throbbing, and needed a release. As he brought himself up to Sango and kissed her, his lips coated in her juice, she could feel what he needed and felt horrible for not giving it to him sooner. As they kissed, their tongues tangled up in each other, Sango began massaging his mad hood through his pants, feeling, with astonishment, how hard he had gotten. With sudden incentive to give her husband as much pleasure as he had given her, Sango attacked the buckle of his pants, eventually throwing them aside and wrapping her hand, calloused from painting and sculpting, around his throbbing shaft. Miroku groaned, meeting Sango’s eyes, his own filled with so much desire it overwhelmed her. She was so lucky to have someone who wanted her so badly. She pumped, causing him to tighten his hold around her.
It was too much. Miroku pushed her hand away, kissing her quickly to tell her it was all right. “Sango…”
The one breathless word told Sango all she needed to know. “Yes, me too,” she murmured, moving her hands to wrap around his neck.
Before entering her, Miroku reached up and pulled her hair out of the high ponytail it had been in, how she always wore it for work. He watched as the glossy black hair cascaded around her shoulders, her eyes wide with confusion and raw desire.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, before entering her with one stroke. Sango gasped, dragging her hands through his black hair. He drew out and entered again, pounding into her, as she cried out in pleasure. The waves of passion crashed into her and she had no choice but to ride them out, calling out Miroku’s name. Miroku loved feeling her tight heat wrapped around him, and instantly felt his seed shooting into her. Sango’s hips thrust out to meet his, moving faster and faster. They panted, the pleasure growing and growing until they both peaked, screaming out their orgasms. The two lovers rolled around the bed, kissing any piece of flesh they could find, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. They finally came to halt, gasping and panting. Sango was covered in sweat, but she still clung to Miroku, resting her head on his chest now that she was on top.
Miroku stroked her hair, kissing her eyelids. “There,” he whispered, still slightly out of breath. “Does that satisfy your…urges?”
“Shut up,” Sango told him, resting on her elbows so she could see his face. “You took advantage of me wanting it so bad and made me do all those embarrassing things. Don’t think I’m not mad at you, pervert.”
Miroku laughed, kissing full on the lips. “I wouldn’t expect anything else,” he promised her. “Just promise that next time you’ve got a problem with me, don’t go to Kagome-chan for advice.” Sango smiled.
“I promise.”

The dildo was returned the next day.