Reprimand Me

Title: Reprimand Me
Author: Saraste
Rating: Adult+
Characters: Inuyasha/Miroku
Genre: Canon (at least in my head, am just watching the anime now and .. come on!), slash
Words: 800
Summary: Miroku has been ogling after women again, Inuyasha needs to punish him.
Prompt: Originally written for the lj comm iyhed for their week 9 prompt 'without permission'
A/N: Miroku POV, again. I so love writing him. Makes me feel all giddy. I'm all weak after having finally heard his Japanese voice actor in the anime, yummeh. (But Sesshy does sound hotter in Japanese!)

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“Pervert!”

You push me down on the ground, standing over me with that menacing look. Ooo, I've really made you pissed this time, I stop the smile before it gets to my lips.

“What is it that I did, Inuyasha?” I ask calmly, looking as innocent as I can muster.

“You ogled at those women!”

You yell, huffing, your hands wild and eyes full of fire. My pretty hanyou, always so beautiful when you're angry.

“And what if I did?” I retort, at last getting up and dusting my robes. I look at you with a challenge, it's up to you now to attack or to withdraw. And I know what you'll do, you are so predictable.

You pick me up by my robes and crash me against a tree, knocking the air out of my lungs.

Then your lips are on mine, kissing me, bruising me. I open up to you and you plunge your tongue into my mouth, ravaging me.

“You're mine!”

You hiss against my lips as you hold me captive and grind your hips onto mine. Your possessive hardness is hot against my thigh and you grind it against me, remembering, showing whose I am. As if I really needed reminding.

I just simply like to rattle you. I know that if I do you always ---

And oh yes, you rip our clothes off and then we are flush against each other, naked and wanting. I wind my arms around your shoulders like the obedient boy I am and look up at you, waiting, only my flushed face and panting breath marring my innocent act. I smile sweetly.

You chuckle and grab hold of my ass, hefting my hips up and press against me, our cocks nestling together between our bodies.

“You did that on purpose, didn't you?”

You look at me gruffly, a hungry fire in your eyes. I want it to burn me, consume me, incinerate me.

I shake my head. “Would I do that?” I ask, simper and all.

“You would, pervert monk....”

You grind your hips, your cock, against mine and I moan, biting my lip.

“Now, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for days, ram myself inside of you so deep you'll think I can never come out. Make you mine again. Make you remember the rules...”

I grunt as I feel your fingers against my opening, clawed and dangerous you're never rough with this, never tear me with them. Not there. I suck in my breath as the first one enters me, the little burn a delicious pain I always savour for as long as I can. And when you crook that finger... I leave little half moon marks on your back, dragging them down to angry red lines as my hands clench.

I hang onto you as you open me up like a perverted, decadent flower.

“Fuck me hard?”

I whisper into your ear, nipping at the furry thing. Your grip on my hips makes me bleed. You twitch against me, nudging at my gaping hole, my willing ass.

And I take you in as your hips rock against mine, inching yourself in, breaching me, opening me, filling me.

You take me, own me, make me your bitch. Make them all know, make every damn youkai and human know and hear that I belong to you and only you. Mark me so deep I reek of you. You fulfil my perverted desires. And I your need, your urge to control me, own me, subjugate me.

Fuck me.

Make me know the rules with every thrust of your hips, with every wicked syllable leaving your lips, with every devouring kiss, every bite. Only to have me break them again and again.

For I have such a bad memory concerning rules, you see.