The Life Of A Pop Star by FallenTenchi

Chapter 24

DISCLAIMER :::: INUYASHA BELONGS TO RUMIKO TAKAHASHI/SHOGAKUKAN  - YOMIURI TV - SUNRISE 2000

No money is being made from this creation, it is strictly for personal, non-commercial use, in accordance with the copyright.

A/N ::: In the past few days I realized that I was stuck writing drabbles. I needed to say more than a drabble's worth word count. Thinking and rethinking about the way to go, I decided to just write out everything that was floating in my mind without worrying about the lenght "allowed" for a drabble.  I ended up with 4700+ words of  pure SMUT!!! Instead of trying to cut it into drabble size chapters I decided to post it as one chapter. So here it is... Little warning THIS is definitely NC-17.

And by the way I'm blaming this completely on every J-pop and K-pop artists that ever got my blood pumping in my veins because of their thrusting hips and body rolls.

One last thing;  I would like to thank all of the people that read the story and also everyone that wrote reviews. I'm happy to see that some of you are enjoying my twisted mind.

Love and kisses XoXoX

FT

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Her eyes were riveted on the Inu youkai as the gyrating way his hips moved made her heart beat faster and her breathing became shallow. He wasn’t the only one thrusting his hips to the beat of the music, that she knew, but the young woman didn’t see anyone else on the stage at that very moment. Sesshomaru was oozing sensuality and it didn’t take much for her mind to portray him hovering above her, supporting his weight on his elbow, his hand dragging little shivers out of her as it traveled on the flat expense of her stomach, drawing moans from her lips as their hips connected in a whole different dance.

Blinking a few times to make the very potent mental image that was swirling in her mind’s eye disappear, she brought her cold hands to her reddening cheeks, trying to cool them down before her friends realized what a mess she had become. Scolding herself for having such thoughts about a male that would, probably, no, most definitely rip her head off her shoulder if he knew what her brain had been picturing and feeling ashamed for her overzealous brain, Kagome tried to look at anything except the Daiyoukai, but of course, he was like honey to a fly. Her eyes wandered over to the length of his long legs, that seemed to go on for ever; over his well-defined hips, that made her want to wrap her legs around them just to press her hot core over the bulged that was present in the front of his pants; higher to his abs, her tongue licking her lips like she could almost taste the chocolaty-definition of them as fingers itched to run over the curves of his 8-pack; higher again to his muscled chest, where she could see herself resting her head only to hear his heart beating under that hot velvety touch of his taut skin as she rode his stiffened cock; to his collarbone and neck, that she wanted to assault with her lips and teeth, lapping, sucking, nibbling, biting but mostly marking him as hers;  on to his lips, making her want to suck and nibble on his bottom lips as he moan for more; to his eyes, that were right now fixated on her and narrowing as if he knew exactly what she had been thinking and imagining.

For the first time in her life she felt like a depraved nympho. It wasn’t the proudest moment of her life, as she sat there squirming because of the wetness she felt sipping through her labia covering her underwear. As she stared into Sesshomaru’s eyes, she saw him smirk, almost like he could smell her arousal and he was proud of it. But there was no way that could happen, right? Plus there were way too many female that were creaming themselves as he let his hand travel slowly, languidly, to his crotch, grabbing his pants and grinding his hips, fan servicing the female in the audience… her included. Although there were tens of thousands of people screaming his name, his eyes kept their focus on her throughout the sexually intense performance, making her swallow loudly and she bit her lips trying not to moan at the idea of the demon watching her as he pounded his erected member inside her.

The sexual tension building inside of her became almost unbearable as she felt the need to manually release it, but instead of physically relieving herself in public, she wrapped her arms around her sides and pray to whatever deity that was listening to make this show go on quicker so she could get home to take a cold shower. Unfortunately, her prayers weren’t answered. After two and half hours of show and three encores of hip grinding, thrusting, gyrating, and other moves that had left her breathless on more than one occasions, Team S finally said their last goodbye. As she stood up from her seat, she had a sudden realization: Her panties were soaking wet, making the fabric stick to her bare pussy. The sensation was quite unpleasant and yet it turned her on even more. The fact that the Inu youkai had allowed her to go met him backstage wasn’t lost on her, and truthfully she wanted to go, but with the way things were standing now, she was one hundred and ten percent sure she didn’t need to get close to the dressing room for Sesshomaru to smell the obvious arousal on her. If she wanted to go see him, she definitely needed to clean herself.

Making her way to the restrooms, she waited for the toilet to clear themselves out before going in. Taking paper from the dispenser she wetted it and make her way to the far left one. Hiking up her skirt around her waist, she dropped her underwear on the ground, before removing them completely from around her ankles and raising one of her foot on the toilet seat to have better access to her pussy. As she pressed to wetted paper against herself, a shiver of pleasure travelled up her spine, making her hips buck. Biting her lips to stop herself from moaning, her breathing became erratic, as she tried to wash away any evidence of her arousal from herself, but the pressure of the paper against her was too much. Deciding there were no two-ways to go about it, she dropped the paper on the floor and slowly pressed her hand to her pussy, pushing her fingers between her folds, collecting her juice on the tip of her middle finger before bending it up towards her little buddle of nerves. Doing the movement a few times, thoroughly lubricating her clit, before she applied just the right amount of pressure to make herself grind into her hand. The buzzing of the fluorescent light, the talking girls in the neighbouring stalls, the acrid smell wafting from the surroundings; everything disappeared, leaving her with only the sensation of her self-pleasuring. The sensation of her hardening nipple against the fabric of her bra helped the slowly building hotness in her lower abdomen. Unable to resist the urge for more, she brought her other hand down and thrust two fingers inside of her hot, wet, and throbbing passage, curbing them upwards to just so, allowing her to hit her G spot each time she drove her fingers inside of herself. The simple image of Sesshomaru’s well-toned body was all it took to bring her over the edge. The eruption of her orgasm propelled itself through her nervous system, making her eyes fluttered close as millions stars exploded behind her eyelid; her head fall backward as any coherent thought fled her mind and the bottom lips that has been caught between her teeth, dragged itself out in the attempt to scream her release but no sound came out as she furiously rocked against her own hands.

Shudders coursing through her body, her breathing still erratic, she tried to regain her composure, but it was hard when her legs were shaking so violently that it was hard to stand. Dropping the propped foot to the ground, she moved herself so she could sit on the toilet. Once seated, her brain started it normal functions again, allowing her breathing to calm slightly, only to realized that it would have been better if it hadn’t. She could hear whispers and murmurs coming from the outside of her stall and knew, without a doubt that, not only was she not alone, but the people outside knew exactly what she had been doing. Disgusted and ashamed of herself, she buried her face in her hands, momentarily, before the smell of sex hit her nostrils. Grunting, she raised her head and let it fall backwards, as her eyes roamed the ceiling. There was no way that she was walking out of that bathroom stall until she was sure that no one was around. Plus she still had to wash her pussy and her hands to try to make herself somewhat presentable for the Daiyoukai.

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The concert had finished without any major hitch. The Daiyoukai had to admit that he was quite surprised by the reaction of their fans. Throughout the performance he had been able to smell the very potent scent of arousal on the air. It didn’t matter if they were in a grand space like the Tokyo Dome; with so many people in one single place; many different smells rode on the air. The one redeeming factor of it all, every time he made sexually suggestive movement with his pelvis, his pride was boosted by the fact that he could get females, even if they were ningens, cream themselves so easily.

What had surprised him the most was the sweet smell that had waft up to his nose among the pungent odours that were emitted by the crowd. It was an aroma that he had gotten to know about 500 years before. Actually, it was a sweet scent he had come to know very well throughout the months he had spent traveling with the half-demon’s group. Closing his eyes he remembered the first time he had sniffed it. Inuyasha had press the miko against his back to carry her around and within minutes the sweet, sweet fragrance of the young woman’s arousal had trailed behind them. Just like then, the moment he had gotten a whiff of it, his cock twitched to life. And just like then, he was surprised by the physical reaction of his body. Being a very masculine male, he knew it was normal, but never before her had he had a bodily reaction to a ningen’s arousal. It was then he had understood why Inuyasha insisted to have her travel on his back. It was very satisfying to know that you could have that sort of effect on someone; whether they were ningen or youkai.

As the song continued and he gyrated his hips to the music, the honeyed scent seemed to cover his entire being. Searching the crowd for the VIP seats, he found her sitting there; fixated on his shirtless body as he did a body roll as his hand pull at the crotch of his pant. Watching her, a smirk traveled up to his lips as her saw her pupils dilate and her body shiver from the sexual tension that was building between them as he surveyed her reactions, his as narrowing as he saw her miko power swirling around her. Once again, he felt himself being aroused by her as she squirmed in her seat, having wave after wave of her amazing arousal scent hit him in the chest, making his heart beat faster, and his, now, erected member stand at attention.  The concert was barely beginning. Sesshomaru knew that he still had at least an hour and half of show to do, and with the boner that was pressing against the fly of his crotch he definitely knew it was going to be one heck of a long show.

As he pressed his hand to his body, he had stifled the moan that traveled up his throat by biting his lips. Unbeknownst to him, at that very moment, his actions had only fueled the young woman’s sexual arousal. Unfortunately, scent of her very predominant arousal hit him moments after, leaving him with an intensified need for release. It surprised him how hard he was at the very moment. Never in his six hundred plus years could he remember being so turned on. He could feel his balls sack tightening between his thighs, making it painful to dance, let alone walk.  Trying his best to push his discomfort to the back of his mind, he continued to perform as best as he could.

Walking off stage as the concert was at its end, he physically readjusted himself, trying not to touch himself too long in fear of blasting his load in his boxer. Right about now, it didn’t matter the amount of self-control he had, the mere presence of the fabric of his underwear pressing on his erection was enough to make him grind his teeth. He also knew, without a doubt, that he wasn’t the only that was so deeply affected.  He had seen Kagome fidgeted throughout their performance and, each time their eyes had met, he could see her eyes change color for a deeper shade of blue, become glazed with her own need for sexual release. As perverted and disturbing as it was, he hoped that she would present herself at their dressing room still in the full throes of her passion so he could wisp her away, in a dark corner, to fuck her senseless.

Scolding his own mind for presenting him with the imagery of the young woman wittering as he pounded his rock hard cock inside her hot, slippery, and tight passage, he let himself drop to a chair in their dressing room. He could believe himself. Not only had he defended her, AND invited her to stay after the show, but now he was visualizing her naked form beneath him. Feeling disgusted and definitely frustrated, he ran his hands through his short silver hair and sighed loudly.

His band members; who were riding the high to the concert, looked at him with worry in their eyes. He never had been one to talk much, regrettably they knew it was pointless to ask him what was that was bothering him… but unfortunately for him, they also had all seen his very obvious boner throughout the concert and they started teasing him about it, trying to get him a better mood.  But it was to no avail and they were quickly rebuffed with a very loud guttural growl and pointed looks. Deciding to leave him alone, they made their way to the showers to refresh themselves before the after-party.

The Daiyoukai sighed again. He knew better than to feel such desire when it came to his brother’s wench. His rational mind told him it was disgusting to be so disturbed by the scent of the miko’s arousal. It was disgusting and definitely against his personal rules. How had his morals dropped so low that he allowed himself to feel desire for the young woman – not matter how appealing her fragrance was.

He kept mentally scolding himself until he scrunched up his nose as the scent of his sweat hit him. It would definitely be better if he followed the guys. Grunting as he stood up, he made his way to the showers. As he walked through the darkly lit halls, he was assaulted by many smells. Nevertheless, it’s was when he passed by the women’s restrooms that Kagome’s sweet scent hit in right in the loins, sending a jolt of desire through him once again. Groaning at his inexplicable reaction, he rolled his eyes at himself. But when whispers and muttering was caught by his ears about someone who had been masturbating in the one of the toilet stall, and by the potency of the aroma floating to his nostrils, he knew exactly who had surprisingly played with herself in public. Without warning, his body moved on its own accord and he found himself standing outside of the toilet stall. The women that were still in the room scattered as fast as their legs could carry them at the sight of a man entering. None of them seemed to realize who he was… and, truthfully, he preferred it that way.  At least it would not create a scandal. As he stood there, unable to decide what he should do, Sesshomaru reprimanding him internally for having such little self-control that he couldn’t resist his own urges.

Crossing his arms, he rested his shoulder on the far wall facing the bathroom stall. It was cold against his burning skin, but it felt good. It gave him a bit of clarity, allowing him the play it cool, as he heard the shuffling of feet inside one of the stall.

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Sighing silently, she knew that her little expedition on the wild side and her lack of inhibition had not been as quiet as she hoped it would have been. Although she didn’t have many lovers, the young woman knew that she was not one to be quiet when it came to sex. And this hadn’t been much different. Feeling shameful and appalled with herself, she stood up from the toilet seat, picking up the paper on the floor and bunching her underwear in her hand, she opened the door of the toilet stall only to be frozen in place. There, leaning against the wall, was Sesshomaru with a smug smirk on his lips. Feeling the blood rushing to her face, her eyes going wide as saucer, and her breath getting caught in her throat, she swallowed around the scream that form in her throat. She was completely mortified. And the fact that the Daiyoukai was looking at her with that fucking stupid smirk on his lips didn’t help her in anyway. There was no way that she could “compose” herself after seeing him standing there staring at her like a cat watching a mouse. Unable to sustain the look in his eyes, she dropped her eyes to the floor and started shaking like a leaf in the wind. The young woman was mentally sure that her actions wouldn’t have grave repercussions.

“Miko.” She heard his voice rough, speculating it was due to all the singing he had done that night, and never in her wildness dream thinking that it was due to his burning lust for her. It was a simple word, but as it rolled over her body the shaking became a shiver of desire. It didn’t matter that she had just had one of the best orgasm she had ever have in her short human life, much like she godly looking body, his voice was almost enough for her to cream herself. Pressing her thighs together she tried her best to make it seem like she was not affected and was rather regretful for her actions. But what she heard next had her eyes snapping up and blinking a few time, trying to make sure that she had heard correctly. “If your desire had been too much for you to handle, this Sesshomaru would have willingly given you help.” Her jaw going slack as she surveyed his stoic feature, she couldn’t believe he would be able to say such things with a straight face. Surely he was pulling her leg?! Her silence was met with narrowed eyes and a “hn!” sound. “Unless, you deem it below you to mingle with a creature such as myself.” He added given her pointed looks, challenging her to reply in affirmation to his last comment. Shaking her head violently, she tried to find her voice to speak up, but when she opened her mouth a tiny squeak left it. Closing it back quickly, she licked her dried lips and swallow to hydrate her perched throat before finally speaking. “Wouldn’t you say that your last comment is pushing it a bit?” she asked “Shouldn’t the roles be reversed?” she questioned again only to hear a chuckle coming for the Daiyoukai as he pushed of the wall and stalked towards her. “This Sesshomaru would never be caught jerking off in a bathroom stall.” Was his reply, making it pointedly clear that he knew exactly what had transpired. A soft shameful noise left her throat as she took a step backward trying to flee the situation, only to realize there was nowhere for her to go. Feeling trap, and yet, desiring nothing more than for the Inu youkai to pounce on her, Kagome closed her eyes.

Unbeknownst to her, the way she stood there, eyes close, only egged on the older male. It was only when she felt a hot, unsteady breath on her ear, sending jolts of excitement throughout her nervous system, that her mind registered how close Sesshomaru really was. The close proximity of the male had her body move of its own accord. Tilting her head to the side, her hair fell from her shoulder in a cascade of blueish black, exposing the side of her neck for the inu youkai’s pleasure; she felt the tip of Sesshomaru’s nose on the sensitive skin found there. The sensation of the skin on skin contact left her breathless, as her lips parted softly as her breath left her in a sigh. Hearing the sound of his intake and release of breath, she realized, subconsciously, that he was breathing in her scent. The feeling of a strong arms snaking around her tiny waist, pulling her flush against his rock hard body, melting any and all resistance she might have had; not that she had any to start with, confirmed that she wasn’t the only one affected by this intimacy as she felt the evidence of a very prominent hard on. Shivers and goosebumps ran on her skin, as a scalding, wet tongue tasted her, drawing a soft moan from her lips as his mouth latched on, sucking and nibbling on the soft spot between her neck and her collarbone, leaving a soft red mark.

The heat radiating from both of their body felt a hundred times better than what she had been daydreaming an hour or so before and it took everything in her power to not throw caution in the wind and let him fuck her senseless right then and there. “Sesshomaru.” Her voice sounded a lot more rational than she felt as her head clouded with lustful hope for more. Her voice was barely above a soft whisper, but she knew that he had heard it as a grunt came as a reply from the male. Gripping his hips, her fingers and nails digging into the soft, taunt flesh found above his low riding pants, holding on for dear life as she felt her legs shuddered beneath her.  In the next moment she felt his other hand travel down her hips, to her thigh and back up, underneath her skirt, gripping her bare ass, kneading the tender skin. His rough skin against her soft one sent another wave of shiver through her bloodstream, making her moan. Hearing a groan from above her, she suddenly felt the ground disappearing underneath her feet as the Daiyoukai raised her higher on his body, slamming her against the tiles of the bathroom wall, crushing her between him and said wall.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulder, flattening her breast against his chest, she wrapped her legs around his perfectly shaped waist, hoisting herself higher, and shoving her core against his bulging crotch, wetting it with her juice that was already flowing between her thighs. “Sessho-“  Her voice was muted by a crushing kiss. The softness of his lips surprising her momentarily before any thought process was shushed by a tongue that was prodding for entrance into her mouth. Opening her lips, their tongues started a well-known battle for dominance. When the Daiyoukai took a moment to come up for air, Kagome took the opportunity to speak. “We’re in a bathroom.” She said between irregular breaths. Seeing the inuyoukai arch a brow and smirk, she was surprised by his answer “So?”  Swallowing to allow herself a little bit more time to think about how to answer his question, Kagome knotted her brows slightly.  “You… I… Your…” everything that came to mind didn’t seem to matter much not when she was so turned on. Shaking her head, deciding it was better to keep quiet, she felt the rumble on the males chest as he spoke “Out with it.” he commended. Blinking a few time, her eyes that had been looking at the beautiful singer’s face, dropped to his chest. “Your.... Image… Shouldn’t we move this to a better place?” she asked trapping her bottom lip between her teeth, afraid, her rushed words had put a damper on the mood, as she felt him release her and taking a step backwards.

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Her scent had been intoxicating and he had found himself nuzzling the side of her neck, trying to imprint himself with it, so he could remember it later, when he would be by his lonesome self. Of course he would never admit it was the real reason behind his unexpected reaction, and most likely he would berated himself for doing such thing at a later time, but, at that precise moment, sniffing her hadn’t seemed enough. Snaking an arms around her waist, to hold her flush to him, the friction of their meeting bodies left him almost breathless. As his hips bucked of their own accord, the sensation of her soft curves against his harder ones clouded his mind. His throbbing erection was painfully evident between them. He wanted more, no – needed more.

Darting out his tongue to taste her, he couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped his throat.  If her scent was intoxicating, her flavor was mind boggling. Hearing her moan sent quivers down his spine, and wanting to hear it again, he found the soft spot between her neck and collarbone, suckling and nibbling, drawing tiny little sighs of pleasure from the woman in his arms, as he, subconsciously, marked her as his.

Hearing her speak his name in a small whisper, he grunted in response. He didn’t want her to stop him at that exact moment. He didn’t want her either to start thinking and get self-conscious about what was happening. She sounded way too rational compared to his need. He couldn’t think about anything else except to feel her more. Even though she sounded articulate, her trembling hands touching him and the small blunt nails digging in his sensitive skin, gave her away and he had to bite back a moan.  Her skin felt like heated lava against his already burning one. He was hanging on by a tread that was quickly slipping from his grasp and as it slipped, he found himself pawing at her flesh. He had tried to seemed cool and collected, in control of the whole situation, but, truthfully, when his hand traveled under her skirt to find her bare ass, his hunger for her had pulsated throughout his body, exploding in his head, short-circuiting any, or rather, all reserve he had about NOT fucking her senseless against the bathroom wall. Pulling her up on his body, he crushed her against to wall, growling low in his throat as he assaulted every available naked flesh. Her moan and little sighs drove him wild.

Needless to say when the young woman spoke again, he didn’t want to hear it. Crashing his lips against hers, he felt he breath caught in her throat before a breathy moan escaped against his lips as his brushed his searing hot tongue against her bottom lip asking for entrance. When she did, he quickly deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue within her mouth, battling for dominance. Apparently, even if he didn’t want to hear it, Kagome had decided that she was going to talk no matter what, and when he came up for air, she quickly spoke up, annoying the fuck out of Sesshomaru. He didn’t want to listen and definitely didn’t want to hear what she had to say, but hearing her talk about his image, he grunted. Of course, the first thing that came to mind was ‘fuck that!’ but deep down he was conscious that she was right and thankful that she had kept a cool head, although he didn’t understand how she had, because it was far from where he was. Breathing in, didn’t help one bit to try to calm his need for her, especially knowing that she was not stopping this because she didn’t want to, but because she was too damn rational.

Feeling her unlacing her legs from around his waist, he let go of her, taking a step back to allow her to stand. Almost whining at the loss of heat from their pressed bodies, he looked at the wall above her head, refusing to look at the woman, in fear of being unable to stop himself from kissing her again. Her lips had been so soft against his and the mere thought of her supple body willing to be crushed against his, as they were, was enough to make him groan. “Let me go change, and I’ll drive you home.” He replied, stepping aside and making his way back to the dressing room without look if she had followed of not.