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Kurama was sensitive to the need for a grieving period after the end of a relationship. She'd experienced her fair share over the centuries, and been on the sidelines for even more. It was a fact of life. Everyone's varied, but almost all of them ultimately passed. Yusuke's was starting to affect his work, however, and so Kurama felt it would be in everyone's best interests for her to intervene.
She would make herself Yusuke's rebound girl.
Yusuke seemed a little less certain of the wisdom of her plan.
"Obviously you don't have to if you really don't want to," Kurama clarified, "but directing your attentions elsewhere is often a helpful step on the road to recovery."
Yusuke made a miserable, wordless noise, but he was looking at Kurama's breasts now, so she knew she was making progress. "Go ahead. I promise I won't hit you unless you ask me to."
"Real encouraging there," Yusuke said, but he brought a hand up to Kurama's chest anyway.
"You obviously like it." She meant the hitting, but she could smell the first stirrings of his arousal as he gave her breast a gentle squeeze and knew he was enjoying that, too. Her nipples hardened under the attention, only barely shielded by the thin material of the shirt she'd chosen for precisely this reason, and Kurama allowed herself a pleased little hum as the flat warmth of Yusuke's palm nudged at one.
"Are you even wearing a bra under here?" Yusuke asked, bringing his other hand up to thumb at both of Kurama's nipples at the same time.
"It seemed beside the point." At this, Yusuke shot Kurama a look all tangled up in a mess of heat, confusion, and gratitude, and then ducked his head to suck each stiff, cotton-covered peak into his mouth in turn. The second came with a light scraping of teeth, and the noise Kurama made that time was a little higher than the last, a little louder, and a lot more unintentional.
The scent of Yusuke's arousal spiked, and as he straightened up again his hands slid down Kurama's sides and back up beneath her shirt. Here he faltered, dragging his fingertips over the skin of her belly and back without quite committing to anything more, but even that was enough to continue stoking the heat between Kurama's legs, so she allowed it. "I always thought you had the best tits," he said, and instead of a crude line it sounded like a confession.
"And you never said anything?" Kurama placed her hand on Yusuke's thigh as she spoke, allowing simple contact to do what it could, and he laughed and slid his hands a little higher.
"I was pretty sure you might actually kill me if my timing was off, so no."
"But if your timing was good, I might have let you put your hand up my skirt, instead." She slid her own hand higher as well, eager for a fresh hit of his desire, and was rewarded doubly when she found the thick line of his cock, already straining against his jeans.
Suddenly Kurama realized how wet she was, recognized the desperate, eager point of heat as her clit's hunger for attention. Yusuke could play with her tits as much as he wanted later; right now, Kurama needed to get off. She pulled away from Yusuke and stood up to push her shorts over her hips and down to the floor, flooding the room with the scent of her own arousal. Yusuke flushed and reached out automatically; this, too, Kurama allowed, letting him cup the space between her legs as she dropped her shirt next to her shorts.
Yusuke's hand slid back, fingers teasing a fresh line of heat that turned into unadulterated pleasure when two of them pushed smoothly into her. Kurama let out a gasp that turned into a moan: with unerring accuracy, Yusuke had found and begun to stroke the most sensitive spot inside her. "Keiko might've taught me a thing or two before she dumped me," he said, and oh, there was his thumb against Kurama's clit, circling and stroking in a rhythm with the fingers inside her.
Kurama nearly dropped back onto the couch astride him, settling her knees on either side of his hips and her hands on the back of the couch, and Yusuke kept working her inside and out. She could feel the urge to praise him and so she did, keening and whining and moaning, riding his hand as he coaxed her body into tighter and tighter coils of pleasure. Then all at once it was too much and ecstasy broke over her like a wave, a tsunami, an earthquake with her hot, slick, hungry cunt its epicenter.
As the spasms between her legs began to subside, Kurama looked down at Yusuke, only to find him staring at her with mingled awe and lust. Good.
She continued to rock her hips gently, encouraging Yusuke to keep moving his fingers against and inside of her, and let satisfaction twist her voice into something breathy and purring when he complied. "How would you like me?"
It took a minute for Yusuke's brain to catch up. "Uh, on your back? I don't need anything too complicated."
"Alright." Kurama shifted her weight back to Yusuke's side, a disappointed noise escaping when he withdrew his fingers, and lay down on the couch with her head turned to the side so she could watch with minimal effort as Yusuke shucked his own clothes. It wasn't much of a show, really, there was no tease to it, but the flow of firm muscle beneath his skin and the proud arch of his cock were more than sufficient when Kurama was laying here waiting to be filled again.
Yusuke returned to the couch, facing her this time, and Kurama lifted one leg to drape it against the back, putting her hunger on full display. Yusuke licked his lips and settled between her legs with one hand on his cock; she felt the head nudging at her entrance, thick and unyielding, and then he was pushing in, hard and hot and so perfect Kurama had to cry out, a sharp little "ah!" that, once loosed, couldn't be stopped until Yusuke was fully inside her.
"Holy fuck," Yusuke said, staring down at Kurama with even more lust than before and something like wonder, or reverence. There might have been danger in that, but Kurama didn't much care right now. It was more important to wrap her legs around Yusuke's waist and clench the muscles of her cunt tight around him, and as if that had been the signal he was waiting for, Yusuke rolled his hips and began to thrust.
Kurama had always known how ridiculously powerful Yusuke was, of course. Not the same way his opponents did, having never so much as sparred with him due to poor timing, but she'd been aware. Now she began to know it like she knew gravity or breathing, Yusuke's cock driving into her hard and fast and sure. A slight shift of her legs to open herself still further only made it better, exposing her clit to the soft friction of their bodies grinding against each other, and Kurama wrapped her arms around Yusuke as well, pulling him in close until they were pressed tight against each other like passionate lovers rather than one friend trying to help another and get a little something for herself in the process.
The wave was building again, she could tell, and stronger than before. While she still had her wits about her, she put her mouth by Yusuke's ear and whispered, gasping, "Would you like me to scream for you when I come?"
She hadn't thought Yusuke had it in him, but at this he fucked her even harder.
"You scream as much or as little as you want," he grunted out. "All I need to get off is more of your pussy."
"Such a--ah!--a gentleman." There, she could feel pleasure beginning to draw her body tight again; an eager whine relieved some of the pressure, but Yusuke's cock inside her was relentless, nudging now more often than not against that sweet spot she loved more than anything. Kurama cried out again, and then again and again, each offering less relief than the last.
It hit all at once, a shattering, shuddering collapse, and Kurama wailed as it took her. Her cunt grasped mindlessly at Yusuke's cock, her clit throbbed, her whole body felt like it was made of tiny sparks rather than flesh and energy, and then just as it began to subside Yusuke's thumb found her clit and it started all over again. Her wail found words, "yes!" over and over, long and short until she was quivering and incoherent, only aware of Yusuke pulling out because it robbed her of pleasure and allowed her, finally, to relax.
He was kneeling over her, a question in his eyes and his hand on his cock again, and when Kurama made an inquisitive noise he said, "Can I--"
Oh. How considerate of him, not coming inside her. Although Kurama perhaps could have spared them both the hassle and remembered to bring condoms on her little mission of healing... "Anywhere you like," she answered before he could finish asking, and wasn't the least bit surprised when he crawled up to straddle her middle and, with a few final strokes, came on her chest. Kurama arched her back for him, letting a spurt of sticky pale fluid catch on the undersides of her breasts for visual balance, and allowed Yusuke to look his fill.
"Definitely the best tits," he declared at last, and then he scooped up his discarded shirt and used it to wipe her clean with the delicacy other people might afford holy objects. He was more perfunctory with himself, tossing the shirt aside once he was done and insinuating himself into the narrow space between Kurama and the back of the couch. "So when should I expect this magic heartbreak-reversing sex of yours to start working its magic?"
Kurama turned over onto her side, making more room for Yusuke to spoon up behind her. "Results vary, but you'll need a few more treatments before I release you into the wild."
"Hm, sounds risky. What if I just fall in love with you instead?"
"Do you want to?"
"Most people can't just hit some buttons and decide they're going to be in love now, Kurama."
Tragically, Yusuke had a point, but Kurama was confident she could prevent such a complication anyway. "If you fall in love with me, I'll just tie you up and leave you to Genkai to beat it out of you. Problem solved."
"And now I'll never have another boner as long as I live. Thank you so much." He couldn't have been too mad about it, though, because he hooked his arm around Kurama's waist and buried his face in her hair.
"I do what I can."
They lay there peaceful in the afterglow for a while, and then they watched TV, and then they ordered delivery, put on some of the more ridiculous porn Yusuke owned, and fucked again, and Kurama put the conversation out of her mind.
Just shy of six months since they'd started, Kurama began to suspect there might be a problem. They were at the office after hours, door locked and blinds drawn, Kurama perched on Yusuke's desk as he aimed a camera at her from the comfort of his chair, several feet away. The problem was that she was enjoying herself too much to stop, enjoying the way Yusuke's arousal hung thick in the air whenever they were in the same room, and the way she felt when they lay together after sex.
She enjoyed knowing that Yusuke was biting his lip again on the other side of the camera, even as she focused on unbuttoning her blouse. She stopped halfway down and pushed the cloth aside slowly, teasing Yusuke and the camera with cleavage, with pale curves, with tight pink nipples and the revelation of a black and red quarter-cup bra she'd already worn for Yusuke twice before. She cupped her breasts in her hands, pressed them together, squeezed them, circled her nipples with fingertips and then pinched them with a showy little moan.
"I bet I'm gonna wear this section out first," Yusuke said from behind the camera, and Kurama grinned.
"If you do, I'm not making you another one." As she spoke, Kurama hooked a finger in the hem of her skirt and dragged it up, revealing the lacy top of one thigh-high stocking, the bare skin beyond it, and then the edge of her panties. Then she hitched the rest of her skirt up, uncrossed her legs, and spread them to reveal that the panties, which matched the bra and which Yusuke had not yet seen her in, were crotchless. He seemed pleased, judging by the breathless "fuck" and the growing scent of his desire, and only grew more so when she continued to unbutton her blouse.
"Go open the bottom left drawer of my desk," she told Yusuke, "and bring me the green one."
"The green what?"
"You'll see."
Yusuke rolled his chair across the room to do as ordered, taking the camera with him, and Kurama twisted to watch him open the drawer. "You have got to be kidding me. How many of these things do you need for a lunch break?"
Kurama resisted the urge to laugh. She'd snuck in early that morning specifically to deposit her entire collection of sex toys in that drawer, as well as a few things that weren't sex toys but looked like they could be, solely for this moment of bewilderment. "Sometimes you want something different! I only need the green one right now."
Yusuke pulled out the green one, a slick and cleverly-shaped device that might almost be mistaken for a piece of modern art if not for the suction cup at its base. He brought it over and handed it to Kurama, then returned to his chair. When the camera was on her again, Kurama spread her legs again, tilted her hips, and slid the slender, bulbed end of the dildo over her clit. The surface was deliciously cool, drawing another moan from her that this time was only partially for the camera's benefit.
She'd been waiting all day for this, to show off for Yusuke and come for him, and the beauty of video tape was that even if she rushed herself now, he could watch it again and again later, so rush she would. Kurama pressed the suction cup end of the dildo to the surface of the desk, setting it near one of the corners for better access, and then repositioned herself over it, lined the head up with her already-wet cunt, and sank down until it had filled her completely.
"Is that one just for riding, then?" Yusuke asked. His voice sounded normal, but Kurama could smell how much he wanted her. She lifted herself up and sank down onto the dildo again, faster this time, and slid one hand down to touch its base.
"It's for exceptionally fun riding," she said, and then she hit the button that made it vibrate inside her. Yusuke made a strangled noise, only watching as Kurama began to work herself in a slow, reliable rhythm; then he seemed to come to his senses, wheeled closer, and focused the camera on Kurama's cunt. She moaned for him again, then let out a surprised cry as she hit just the right angle and caught a buzzing stroke against her sweet spot. Yusuke aimed the camera up her front, but Kurama barely noticed, suddenly preoccupied with leaning back and rocking in place to keep the dildo right where she needed it.
"That's it, baby," Yusuke encouraged, "almost there." Kurama keened, squirmed and clenched down on the dildo as it wound her ever tighter, imagined with Yusuke's voice between her legs that he was the one holding it steady inside her. It was too much, she needed to come, and so she reached down, rubbed one finger over her clit in a few rushed circles, and shuddered and crashed over the edge.
The desk was mercifully sturdy, and supported her weight when she dropped down afterward, not even bothering to turn off the dildo still inside her. Yusuke took care of that, then lifted her off it by her hips and turned her away from the corner so he could push into her safely. Kurama wasn't sure where he'd set the camera down and frankly didn't care, content to lay back and let Yusuke take his own completion from her sated body.
Afterward, cock still hard inside her, Yusuke picked Kurama up and sat back down in his chair with her in his lap. There he kissed her, which they'd done before, but where those had been expressions of desire this one felt tender, reverent, dangerous like that look on Yusuke's face the first time he settled between her legs. Kurama realized, with Yusuke's mouth skating down her neck, that it had been twenty-three days since the last time she went more than a day without some form of contact with Yusuke. Most of it was sex, but there were phone calls and lunches and a couple of nights spent playing video games while he'd nursed a broken leg. Worst of all, she didn't mind it--no, she didn't mind it all, she craved it.
Well. Never let it be said that Kurama was a coward. By this point Yusuke's mouth had found her nipple, one of his favorite places for it, and Kurama had already begun to grind against him in search of friction against her clit without even thinking about it. There was no better time: if she'd misjudged, she deserved sexual frustration and then some.
"What if I'm the one who falls in love with you?"
Yusuke released Kurama's nipple and blew on it, by this point familiar with how she liked the way the burst of cold made her shiver. "I dunno, I'd probably ask you to marry me or something."
That sounded completely stupid, and therefore exactly like Yusuke. Kurama rolled her hips, taking a little friction inside as well as out. "Doesn't that seem a little rushed to you?"
"Yusuke Urameshi lives fast, dies young, and leaves a good-looking corpse to come back to when he's ready," Yusuke said, one of his hands finding its place on Kurama's hip and the other sliding between them so oh, beautiful boy, he could stroke her clit. Kurama rocked into it and pulled his face back up so she could kiss him again, harder this time.
"In that case, I suppose I'd better accept."
This answer seemed to catch Yusuke off-guard, so much so that his hand stilled. "What, seriously?"
"I'll order a whole wardrobe of white lingerie for the honeymoon," Kurama replied, tightening the walls of her cunt around Yusuke's cock until he got the picture and resumed his attentions. "We'll go somewhere with a private beach so you can take me on a balcony overlooking the sea, or perhaps somewhere with a forest where we can run around in our demon forms, taking turns being ravisher and ravished."
It seemed she'd been thinking about this a bit more than she'd realized, but Yusuke's only response was to lift her up by her hips and then tug her back down, hard, onto his waiting cock. "If you wear that bra for me when you're all foxy, I'll marry you five times, however you want."
"Once will be sufficient." But she liked the idea, enough that she thought to try it out now, and so before Yusuke could get her much further along Kurama twisted the energy within her--taking care, for once, to exclude her clothing from the transformation--and took her demon form still astride him. This Yusuke definitely liked, his cock twitching inside her, and he hoisted her back up onto the desk to thrust into her with abandon.
Kurama joyfully laid back and took it, spreading her legs as prettily as she knew how and bringing one hand up to squeeze the opposite breast and tease the nipple while with her other hand she stroked her clit in time to the slick, heavy friction of Yusuke's rhythm. As the heat coiled between her legs this time, so vast it was no longer easy to tell what was building behind her clit and what in her cunt, Kurama allowed herself to cry out as she rarely did when they fucked in the office. It was after hours for most of their neighbors, anyway, and the rest either wouldn't mind or needed scandalizing. Yusuke answered with grunts and shouts of his own, and this time when they came Kurama was able to time it so they were nearly on top of each other, the clenching pulse of her orgasm fading into the throbbing pulse of his.
She suspected it would be a condom-breaker even before he pulled out--they almost always were, when they didn't bother to get a fresh one between rounds, and so Kurama stayed put while Yusuke discarded the useless latex and squatted to lick her clean.
Then she felt her tail thwacking against Yusuke's neck of its own volition, remembered that she'd transformed, and groaned. Yusuke's laughter burbled up between her legs, which somewhat got in the way of swiping his tongue between her still-slick folds, but that just gave her more time to restrain herself. Not that it much mattered: when he stretched out on the desk next to her at last, he was grinning like the idiot he was, and he poked her in the breast with one finger.
"I knew you were a giant puppy dog."
"I will murder your entire village."
"A big grumpy puppy dog who loves flowers and her mama," Yusuke continued, and that was just unacceptable, so Kurama rolled just far enough to drape her arm over Yusuke's mouth.
"A big grumpy puppy dog who loves flowers and her mama and her walking laser gun sex toy," she amended, and only didn't blush when Yusuke kissed her bicep because she'd had many, many years of practice.
"Her walking laser gun sex toy loves her, too," he said, turning his head to escape the flimsy gag she'd forced on him, and the warmth that welled up all through Kurama when she heard that was the best thing she'd felt in years.