Honk If You Like Sex in the Rain!
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Honk If You Like Sex in the Rain!
A/N: So, this is another thing that really, honest to God happened to me. This plays along the same lines as my story "The Affair"; I would prefer the lead male to be played by Inuyasha, since I am an avid Inu/Kag-ster, but this goes along better with my main fic. So it's a Koga/Kag. You don't like it, bite me. Enjoy!
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Honk If You Like Sex in the Rain!
Kagome fiddled with her shoestrings, untying them from her black and white hightops and then retying them. She was bored. She'd been sitting outside the criminal justice classroom for over an hour now, waiting on Koga to get done with his only class for the day. She'd already gone through he portfolio that she was supposed to hand in for her film photography class the next day, and she'd studied over her outline for her speech final over the history of dance.
Her first semester at college had flown by more quickly than she could have imagined, and already she knew that she loved college SO much more than high school. She could choose when her classes were, what classes she took, and whether or not to actually attend those classes. She was studying one of the things that she loved most in the world, photography, and she'd also already met an amazing guy after her messy break from her boyfriend of two years the summer before. Life was looking really good for Kagome Higurashi.
All of a sudden, the door beside her sprung open, making Kagome jump in surprise, and a number of college guys came pouring out the lab room. The last one to make it out was Koga, and he grinned wildly when he saw her sitting on the floor across the hall. She stood, and he grabbed her hand and yanked her down the hallway until they came to the double doors. When he threw them open, however, they hesitated.
"Dammit!" Kagome spat, glaring into the gray morning sky. "It's raining!"
Koga shrugged, his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. "It's really not that bad," he said. They ran through the rain to get to Koga's truck, a dark blue Ford F150; it was parked right beside Kagome's crappy 1992 sports car. The pair practically threw the doors of the F150 open and jumped inside. Koga sat in the driver's seat, turning the key; as the engine roared to life, his fingers dodged along the dash, turning on the heater and the stereo. Kagome sat in the passenger seat, tugging at her t-shirt, which was soaked through.
She rolled her eyes when she caught Koga staring at her. "I should've known better than to wear white today," she told him as she pulled the t-shirt up over her head.
Koga gulped and blinked as she sat there, basking in the heat, wearing only a bright yellow bra, a pair of jeans, and God-knows-what underneath those. He was straining himself to hold back; he was immensely attracted to her body as well as her brain. She was one of those girls, he knew, that was the whole package, and he felt very lucky to have run into her at their small junior college.
Then he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He suddenly found his mouth connecting with her skin, and she responded almost immediately with a moan that sent electric shivers down his spine. He moved over on the seat to get closer to her, letting his lips move over her collarbone, coming down to her chest. He reached both arms around her, undoing the bra's strap with a small "click!" and tossing it into the backseat. He cupped her right breast in his hand and rubbed the nipple until it hardened with the cold and Kagome's arousal, and she tilted her head back as his lips and tongue attacked her left breast, kissing it and suckling at her nipple eagerly.
Kagome unconsciously moved over closer to him, and she pressed herself against him. The heat of her pussy soaked through her blue jeans, and Koga groaned into her breast at the sudden feel of her warm core pressed against his leg. Certainly feeling the loss, he detached himself from her wonderful, bouncy breasts and, slowly and sensually, worked her jeans off her, revealing the bright yellow panties underneath. These only covered half of her ass-cheeks, and he grinned wolfishly at the sight. "Damn," he breathed into her ear, making her shudder with anticipation. He licked his lips, his mouth still dangerously close to her ear, as he slid her bright yellow panties down her long, slim, silky smooth legs. "These are sexy."
She turned her head and stared him in the eye with an intensity that made Koga go harder than he ever thought he could. He got his jeans and shirt off as quickly as possible, and when he turned back to Kagome, she was grinning at him and holding up the pair of handcuffs Koga kept in his glove compartment. She winked at him, her grin turning into a seductive smirk, and he wrinkled his nose and growled at her. "If you feel all right with it," he told her in a low voice.
Kagome leaned into him, laying the silver handcuffs in his bare lap. "Of course," she whispered in his ear.
Slowly, not wanting to alarm her in any way, Koga climbed on top of Kagome, cuffing her to the passenger-side door of the F150. He waited a moment after Kagome gave him the go-ahead... then he began his assault.
Koga's lips and tongue traced slow, sensuous kisses down her jaw and neckline. He hovered around her breasts, sucking the nipples hard and leaving a couple hickeys along her ribcage. He trailed light kisses down her flat stomach, his tongue dancing around her silver navel ring before returning his attention to her breasts.
This time, as he suckled eagerly on each nipple, his fingers found their way to her dripping core. Koga grinned into her breast when he heard Kagome gasp and moan at the feel of two of his fingers sliding so easily inside her. She bucked a little into his hand, and he pumped his fingers in and out of her, still massaging her right breast with his right and sucking her left nipple. He felt her arch her back into him, and he couldn't stifle his own moan.
Kagome felt as though she were on fire; everywhere he touched her, she lit up like a match. She could feel her inner walls clenching on his fingers as he slid them in and out of her. Finally, the buildup of her pleasure overcame her, and she let out a guttural moan as she was rocked by her first orgasm, her entire body shuddering and contracting.
When her breathing had returned to normal, Koga pulled his fingers from her and wiped them off on a towel in the backseat. In a matter of seconds, he had the condom on and was slowly sliding his stiff cock inside her dripping wet core eagerly. "Oh, yes," he moaned rather loudly as he thrust himself deep inside her. He pulled himself out nearly to the tip before thrusting back in, and he grasped her hips tightly at his first wave of pleasure.
Koga's pace quickened rapidly, and soon he had Kagome wrapped up in his arms. The two of them barely noticed that it had stopped raining, but they definitely noticed when Koga moved his leg and his knee pressed on the steering wheel, honking the horn in time with his thrusts.
Kagome was the first to interrupt their lovemaking with her loud laughter. She couldn't help it; something like that just never happened! After a moment or two, Koga stopped thrusting and just crouched over her, laughing with her.
After a few moments of laughter, he repositioned himself and started pumping in and out of her once again. She gasped and moaned as she was once again swept up in the fire that coursed through her lower half right then. Koga put his hands underneath Kagome, pushing her up off the seat so he could thrust himself inside her more rapidly. She had her own arms wrapped around him tightly, clutching him close to her. He pumped madly into her, nearly howling at his own climax.
Worn out and sweaty, Koga flipped them over, so that Kagome was lying on top of him and he was lying on his back on the seat. After he came down from the high of his orgasm, Koga blinked up at Kagome and picked her left hand up off his chest by her wrist. The silver handcuffs dangled from it. He looked back at his girlfriend's face, and she only grinned at him. "I can work myself out of them," she explained in a breathless voice, more evidence of her exhaustion. "That's why I feel okay with a little handcuff play."
Koga grinned back at her and kissed her, a rough, yearning kiss.
Suddenly, they were met by a tapping noise on the driver side window. Kagome turned over and yelped, diving into the floorboard to cover herself. Koga sat up and laughed as the campus rent-a-cop glared at them through dark, aviator-style sunglasses. She waved her flashlight at them. "That is not suitable behavior for the campus parking lot," she told them in a stern voice that was muffled by the glass.
Koga only nodded, shaking with laughter, and the cop disappeared.
Kagome, however, was red for a week.
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Honk If You Like Sex in the Rain!
Kagome fiddled with her shoestrings, untying them from her black and white hightops and then retying them. She was bored. She'd been sitting outside the criminal justice classroom for over an hour now, waiting on Koga to get done with his only class for the day. She'd already gone through he portfolio that she was supposed to hand in for her film photography class the next day, and she'd studied over her outline for her speech final over the history of dance.
Her first semester at college had flown by more quickly than she could have imagined, and already she knew that she loved college SO much more than high school. She could choose when her classes were, what classes she took, and whether or not to actually attend those classes. She was studying one of the things that she loved most in the world, photography, and she'd also already met an amazing guy after her messy break from her boyfriend of two years the summer before. Life was looking really good for Kagome Higurashi.
All of a sudden, the door beside her sprung open, making Kagome jump in surprise, and a number of college guys came pouring out the lab room. The last one to make it out was Koga, and he grinned wildly when he saw her sitting on the floor across the hall. She stood, and he grabbed her hand and yanked her down the hallway until they came to the double doors. When he threw them open, however, they hesitated.
"Dammit!" Kagome spat, glaring into the gray morning sky. "It's raining!"
Koga shrugged, his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. "It's really not that bad," he said. They ran through the rain to get to Koga's truck, a dark blue Ford F150; it was parked right beside Kagome's crappy 1992 sports car. The pair practically threw the doors of the F150 open and jumped inside. Koga sat in the driver's seat, turning the key; as the engine roared to life, his fingers dodged along the dash, turning on the heater and the stereo. Kagome sat in the passenger seat, tugging at her t-shirt, which was soaked through.
She rolled her eyes when she caught Koga staring at her. "I should've known better than to wear white today," she told him as she pulled the t-shirt up over her head.
Koga gulped and blinked as she sat there, basking in the heat, wearing only a bright yellow bra, a pair of jeans, and God-knows-what underneath those. He was straining himself to hold back; he was immensely attracted to her body as well as her brain. She was one of those girls, he knew, that was the whole package, and he felt very lucky to have run into her at their small junior college.
Then he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He suddenly found his mouth connecting with her skin, and she responded almost immediately with a moan that sent electric shivers down his spine. He moved over on the seat to get closer to her, letting his lips move over her collarbone, coming down to her chest. He reached both arms around her, undoing the bra's strap with a small "click!" and tossing it into the backseat. He cupped her right breast in his hand and rubbed the nipple until it hardened with the cold and Kagome's arousal, and she tilted her head back as his lips and tongue attacked her left breast, kissing it and suckling at her nipple eagerly.
Kagome unconsciously moved over closer to him, and she pressed herself against him. The heat of her pussy soaked through her blue jeans, and Koga groaned into her breast at the sudden feel of her warm core pressed against his leg. Certainly feeling the loss, he detached himself from her wonderful, bouncy breasts and, slowly and sensually, worked her jeans off her, revealing the bright yellow panties underneath. These only covered half of her ass-cheeks, and he grinned wolfishly at the sight. "Damn," he breathed into her ear, making her shudder with anticipation. He licked his lips, his mouth still dangerously close to her ear, as he slid her bright yellow panties down her long, slim, silky smooth legs. "These are sexy."
She turned her head and stared him in the eye with an intensity that made Koga go harder than he ever thought he could. He got his jeans and shirt off as quickly as possible, and when he turned back to Kagome, she was grinning at him and holding up the pair of handcuffs Koga kept in his glove compartment. She winked at him, her grin turning into a seductive smirk, and he wrinkled his nose and growled at her. "If you feel all right with it," he told her in a low voice.
Kagome leaned into him, laying the silver handcuffs in his bare lap. "Of course," she whispered in his ear.
Slowly, not wanting to alarm her in any way, Koga climbed on top of Kagome, cuffing her to the passenger-side door of the F150. He waited a moment after Kagome gave him the go-ahead... then he began his assault.
Koga's lips and tongue traced slow, sensuous kisses down her jaw and neckline. He hovered around her breasts, sucking the nipples hard and leaving a couple hickeys along her ribcage. He trailed light kisses down her flat stomach, his tongue dancing around her silver navel ring before returning his attention to her breasts.
This time, as he suckled eagerly on each nipple, his fingers found their way to her dripping core. Koga grinned into her breast when he heard Kagome gasp and moan at the feel of two of his fingers sliding so easily inside her. She bucked a little into his hand, and he pumped his fingers in and out of her, still massaging her right breast with his right and sucking her left nipple. He felt her arch her back into him, and he couldn't stifle his own moan.
Kagome felt as though she were on fire; everywhere he touched her, she lit up like a match. She could feel her inner walls clenching on his fingers as he slid them in and out of her. Finally, the buildup of her pleasure overcame her, and she let out a guttural moan as she was rocked by her first orgasm, her entire body shuddering and contracting.
When her breathing had returned to normal, Koga pulled his fingers from her and wiped them off on a towel in the backseat. In a matter of seconds, he had the condom on and was slowly sliding his stiff cock inside her dripping wet core eagerly. "Oh, yes," he moaned rather loudly as he thrust himself deep inside her. He pulled himself out nearly to the tip before thrusting back in, and he grasped her hips tightly at his first wave of pleasure.
Koga's pace quickened rapidly, and soon he had Kagome wrapped up in his arms. The two of them barely noticed that it had stopped raining, but they definitely noticed when Koga moved his leg and his knee pressed on the steering wheel, honking the horn in time with his thrusts.
Kagome was the first to interrupt their lovemaking with her loud laughter. She couldn't help it; something like that just never happened! After a moment or two, Koga stopped thrusting and just crouched over her, laughing with her.
After a few moments of laughter, he repositioned himself and started pumping in and out of her once again. She gasped and moaned as she was once again swept up in the fire that coursed through her lower half right then. Koga put his hands underneath Kagome, pushing her up off the seat so he could thrust himself inside her more rapidly. She had her own arms wrapped around him tightly, clutching him close to her. He pumped madly into her, nearly howling at his own climax.
Worn out and sweaty, Koga flipped them over, so that Kagome was lying on top of him and he was lying on his back on the seat. After he came down from the high of his orgasm, Koga blinked up at Kagome and picked her left hand up off his chest by her wrist. The silver handcuffs dangled from it. He looked back at his girlfriend's face, and she only grinned at him. "I can work myself out of them," she explained in a breathless voice, more evidence of her exhaustion. "That's why I feel okay with a little handcuff play."
Koga grinned back at her and kissed her, a rough, yearning kiss.
Suddenly, they were met by a tapping noise on the driver side window. Kagome turned over and yelped, diving into the floorboard to cover herself. Koga sat up and laughed as the campus rent-a-cop glared at them through dark, aviator-style sunglasses. She waved her flashlight at them. "That is not suitable behavior for the campus parking lot," she told them in a stern voice that was muffled by the glass.
Koga only nodded, shaking with laughter, and the cop disappeared.
Kagome, however, was red for a week.