Smut Anyone? by MontiK

Treadmill Apparatus

Treadmill Apparatus
Warning: I have no affiliation with either Inuyasha and co. or Bo-Flex, and own no piece of either of them. 

P.S. Please don't try effing on treadmills at home... I've got a hunch it's not safe. 

The girls sat on a bench off to the side of the health club. They'd worked their delicate bodies to a light glisten and then decided to take a break and take in some of the eye candy. 

Yura was having a hard time finding anything to her liking. Sure all these men were nice, fit, muscles flexing, but they all had SHORT hair and she positively hated short hair. She'd seen enough crew cuts that morning to make her want to cry. Such potential for beauty all lost!

Pouting, she pushed out that glossy red lip to it's full extent and groused, "Oh this place is a bust.. I knew we shoulda' went to the one across town."

Sango on the other hand was drinking in all the eye candy. She herself was a master in multiple martial arts and often participated in organized fighting so she loved a muscly body to tangle with in the sheets. She noticed one smaller more lean man working his arms on one of the many strength training machines. His semi-short black hair was tied back into a short pony tail and he wore tight black workout shorts that went to his knees. On his right hand his wore a purple arm brace, she figured he must have had a previous injury he didn't want to agitate while training. But his chest, oh yes, Sango thought. Those beautiful pecs were bare for all the world to see. 

Everytime he released the tension in his muscles, letting the cushioned pads pull his arms open again, he was splayed out pectorals taut, looking absolutely delectable. Sango couldn't help but think how nice he'd look tied down to her bed at home. 

She was torn from her lascivious musings about her new mark by a sigh from the girl beside her. 

 Kagome Higurashi. Sure she was no virgin but she'd only ever done things with men she'd dated for a very long time. Being on the prowl as her friends put it was just not her thing. Sitting there staring at oblivious men who were obviously just trying to work out felt so wrong, she knew she wouldn't like the action reciprocated. 

"This just feels so wrong, you two. I don't know how you do it... just objectifying the poor guys," she said in a quiet whisper not wanting the very men she was talking about to be alerted to their activity. 

Sango huffed. "Kagome, if they didn't WANT to be oogled they'd all just go get a Bo-Flex and do all the lifting and flexing at home. You have no idea, really they come here just to be the girl's personal eye-full." She sighed and motioned to her previous mark, determined to make her point, "You see him?" Kagome nodded with a slightly bored expression. "He looks like he's got friggin' baby oil on, no guy puts on baby oil to exercise! They do it so they get looked at. See how he's bouncing his muscles like that? Completely unnecessary!" 

Just then said muscle bouncer turned to Sango and winked. 

She blushed, embarrassed at being caught. But still she finished her argument with a wave towards the now grinning man, "See, he proves my point."

There was a hum of agreement from the far left before it was cut short by a gasp and a shout of, "Oh my Kami!" Yura's painted red lips fell open in a gasp. She'd just spotted the mother load of beauty. Her friends stared at her appalled at her outburst and lack of stealth but she could care less. 

There on the yoga mats was one of the damn prettiest hanyou she'd every seen. He wore baggy red workout shorts and two red wristbands to catch his sweat. He was glistening with the fruit of his efforts as he bounced up and down, doing one handed pushups. 

By Yura's count he'd done somewhere around twenty from when she'd first seen him and she was determined to take in every single movement with greedy eyes. 

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Oh it was just too much! She licked her lips hungrily while she watched him. He had the cutest pair of little white ears, both pointed forward as he was focused on exerting himself in his workout. Most importantly for Yura he had some damn fine silver that went straight past his taut little ass. It was left unbound, sticking to his back and tumbling over his shoulders while he moved. Unable to stop herself she jumped up leaving her companions behind. 

She was by his side in second, kneeling next to him and offering him her water bottle. She pulled his hair back, treating it with a gentle hand like she was some archaeologist that just unearthed a lost Incan treasure. "This must be getting in your way.. I'll hold it back for you," she said in a dazed voice while she stared at the beautiful strands. 

Her companions watched as the hanyou settled down and rolled to his side, nodding his thanks to Yura and taking a sip from her water bottle. Soon they started talking too quiet for Kagome and Sango to hear but it was obvious the hanyou liked what he saw. He seemed happily distracted by the deep V of Yura's leotard and looked damn pleased to abandon his pushups to stare at her chest for the rest of the day. 

Sango sighed. That just wasn't fair, Yura got her guy and now Sango was obligated to stay until Kagome found one before she went after hers. 

Sango watched Kagome reach in her bag and she was sure all hope was lost when the girl pulled out a book. A BOOK for crying out loud?! She thought, who the hell brought a book when they had planned to scope out guys. She frantically scanned the crowd, she needed to find the hottest of the hot, the smex on two legs, the most enticing male in that room, or she'd never get off that damn bench. 

Then her savior walked in. Tall, maybe six foot, two inches, he had thick toned legs, a muscled chest and flat abs, and arms that would make for one hell of an enjoyable hug. He was casually looking around the room obviously looking to see which machine he'd frequent first, his towel tossed over one shoulder and his long silver hair hung loose. What sealed the deal about him, and made all the ladies hot under the collar, were his tiny little blue spandex shorts.

Sango was sure there wasn't room in those to slip a dime in them, they were so tight. The short backs curved up revealing the bottom side of his ass cheeks and when he walked past making even Sango wish she could take a paddle to that naughty boy. 

Seeing opportunity Sango nudged her companion to get her attention, "Hey Kagome, look at that one!" She whispered, "He's got a nice package too," She tilted her head to eye him appreciatively, "Damn if those shorts got any small his shit would probably hang out!"

At that outrageous statement Kagome had to look up. The second she spotted the supposed 'Adonis' in his hot shorts she fought back the urge to gag. "OH, Eew!" Kagome screeched as if her eyes were burned. "First of all he's probably got socks stuffed in his pants, no man is naturally that big. And I bet his markings a painted on," living at a shrine Kagome had been educated on the meanings of different youkai markings and she knew the dual red stripes mimicked on multiple places on his body were a sign of his status on the mainland. "What youkai with that kind of power would not only be seen here, but also be flaunting himself around like some gigolo. Seriously Sango, go after your guy I'm fine here by myself."

Sango sighed again, her friend really was a lost cause. It was a pity he'd end up going home with someone else but it was Kagome's choice and Sango had her eyes set on her guy. Accepting her defeat she bid Kagome farewell and got up, taking the machine next to her mark and started making conversation. 

Chilled golden eyes roved over Kagome's form as the light haired youkai chose a weight bench and sat down. She wasn't unattractive, but obviously modest. While her friend had worn a sports bra and workout shorts she wore a baggy t-shirt with the logo from an old volunteer event and loose sweatpants with white stripes down the sides. Normally he wouldn't go after someone like her, she was the kind of girl one might bring home to ma and pa not the kinda of girl someone fucked for one night and then expected to be on their way. But the insult could not go unpunished. 

Socks in his pants, she thought?

Flaunting himself like a gigolo, was he?

He'd show her, he thought as he leaned and took the weighted bar in his hands to start his work out. 

Much later in the when the walls of windows in the workout room had gone dark due to night fall and the fluorescent lighting had been turned on Kagome was still there, just about to finish her jog on the treadmill. She had nothing better to do all day and when her two best friends had left early she figured she would just work out on and off all day. The health club had a small room with plasma screen TV that played sports channel where she could take a break for a bit. Now she looked forward to going home for a good night of sleep just as soon as she hit the three mile mark. 

She nearly lost her stride as she suddenly felt and heard the plastic machine groan under the weight of a second person. She could see two feet on either side of her, just off of the tracks so they didn't have to run, the clawed toes told her it was a youkai. "Hey! What the.." She was cut off when a muscled arm curled around he waist and deftly lifted her up until her feet weren't touching the track. The other clawed hand braced on the handle of the treadmill before she was pinned between the youkai's body and the control panel. 

Outraged Kagome shouted, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?! Get the hell off me you sick perv!" She swung her feet at him smacking him in the shins but he was unperturbed. 

The youkai leaned over her body and hissed in her ear, "Merely seeking reparations for the insult you so carelessly rendered." Though he wanted to get this moving faster he stilled his wayward body, she was already frightened enough by his approach it wouldn't do to upset her more. 

Kagome calmed for a moment, the silent hum of the treadmill's track the only noise in the large room, she had to think for a bit what insult he could be speaking about. Her mind drew a blank, "I don't know what you're talking about." Her voice was slightly strained because of the control panel digging into her gut. 

The youkai behind her rolled his hips, brushing his partially erect member against her ass and she couldn't help but gasp at the size. "I plan to prove to you that I have no need to 'stuff socks in my shorts', as you put it."

Oh yeah... Now she remembered, the hot gigolo with the fake markings. The haze of a two month sexual drought since her breakup with her last boyfriend was quickly making her mind a little hazy. The feel of the warm body behind her, grinding up against her helped to muddle things up in her foggy mind and all the managed was a half-assed, "Mmhmm," for her answer. 

One might take her silence as complacence but Sesshoumaru had to be sure, he wouldn't be accused of forcing himself on any woman because he'd rushed without asking. Pressing himself flush to her body he put his lips beside her ear and whispered, "You want this, yes? Don't be afraid to say no." He rubbed his hips against her backside as he spoke, seeking to sooth the ache that had already started. 

Deep in the recesses of Kagome's mind there were two little versions of herself arguing. One was dressed in a red leather, breast boosting corset and thong screaming about how she needed to get fucked and the other was dressed in white, virginal panties, and a matching bra shouting about how she needed to get fucked but she didn't want it to be in a public place. Okay, she internally nodded. At least there was a consensus. 

Through all their shouting she managed to muddle out, "The cameras..," there was no way she wanted her little impromptu sexcapade immortalized on some security camera. 

"Hngh," he grunted, already sliding her sweat pants off and bikini style underwear off of her hips. "They will be takin' care of," he murmured while staring at her bared skin. 

Momentarily she thought to wonder how they would be taken care and if she could trust him, but those thoughts went out the window the second she felt bare, warm cock pressing against her damp sex. 

Blue shorts were shoved down until they were just a wrinkled bit of cloth around his hips, his cock and balls were free from their cloth confines. With his shorts being so small he'd neglected to wear underwear. He slipped his cock between her legs without entering, just rubbing his member back and forth teasingly over her slit and letting her juices accumulate on his piece, lubricating it. 

"Mmmm..," she moaned. She planned on saying his name, but then realized she had no idea what is was. The smooth head of his cock brushed her clit and she gasped at the sensation but kept her wits about her. "Your name.. I don't know your name..." She felt vaguely ashamed she'd let someone get this far with her without knowing their name but two months of sexual deprivation did things to one's brain so she dismissed it. 

He pushed her further up on the control panel of the treadmill so she could balance easier by herself, he left the rushing track on knowing it kept her from setting her feet down and he liked that bit of control, knowing he was holding her while he fucked her and she couldn't run away. He watched her juices glisten on his hot rod before deciding to answer her question. Leaning forward he put his lips to her ear and then shifted his hips to tickle her entrance with the head of his member, enjoying the moment she squirmed to try and push him in. 

"Sesshoumaru," he whispered with a husky voice. 

She whimpered and tried to push back on him again and when he pulled away once again she called out to him. "Sesshoumaru," her voice mimicked his, testing the name on her tongue. Knowing that was what he probably wanted she hoped he'd give in now. 

"Good girl," he purred in response and pushed a little way into her as a reward. 

She groaned at the teasing touch, only just his head was inside of her, but she ached for so much more. "Sesshoumaru," she moaned again, hoping for more. He grinned at the slight undertone of annoyance in her voice this time. It was a boost to his ego to know she was already frustrated.

Holding onto her hip with one hand he slid the other around her body so he could reach her clit. While he caressed the damp, swollen nub he pushed inside of her, centimeter by centimeter and rocked back and forth. Smugly he purred, "Still think it's a sock?"

"Sesshou.. Nngh," she groaned again, "No... no, not a sock," she gasped. She needed more but if she slid back and forced more of his thick cock into her she was sure she'd fall and end up with hell of a rug burn on her ass for her efforts. Not that she didn't like moaning his name, it was a very nice name to moan. It rolled off her tongue very nicely. She'd just rather be moaning because he was pounding into her until she couldn't remember her own name, but noooo, he had to be a prick and tease her. 

"Be patient," he admonished as he once again slid his member from her. 

She felt incredibly empty then, she wanted more and he'd given her the exact opposite. She bit her lip, she wouldn't turn into a whimpering twit just for him. So she pressed her legs together trying to sooth the burning ache he'd left her with, her toes curling with the intensity. 

Pulling the cheeks of her ass apart he admired the tight ring of her hole for a moment. She was completely bare of hair and he assumed she'd shaved recently. He licked his thumb, getting it wet, and then pressed it to her, mesmerized by the way the ring muscle twitched under the slight stimuli of his touch. He had the slight suspicion it was untouched and it made the idea of fucking her there all the more enticing. He pressed the damp head of his member to her, ready to enter her and fuck her 'til she couldn't sit right for a week. 

Him playing with her ass, just touching was oddly satisfying, almost a little intimate. But the second Kagome felt the giant cock pushing at her there, with obvious intentions, she grew frightened. Instinctively she curled up tighter in an attempt to get away from the thing she KNEW was just going to hurt like hell and her muscles tensed. "No," she whimpered. She'd always been a good girl and no one ever fucked her there. While she was okay with some experimentation there was no way in hell she wanted her first experience like that to be with something she likened to corn on the cob being shoved up there. 

Sesshoumaru stilled, staring down at her. While it was slightly disappointing the girl had very clearly stated her wishes on this subject, and there would be none of this here today. "Very well then," her murmured while he plucked up her dainty form and turned her around to face him. He made sure she placed her feet on the sides of the treadmill's moving track like his own so that she didn't slip. Then he ordered, "Take off your pants."

Arousal returning full force Kagome couldn't wait to see what he had in mind now that she was sure it had nothing to do with her ass. She leaned against him for support and he curled and arm around her waist to help hold her up while she balanced and slipped out of her pants and underwear. The spinning track made quick work of the clothes when they were finally shed and shot them off somewhere across the room (frankly neither of them cared where they went). 

"Good," he grunted as he picked her up and moved her to sit back on the console, facing him this time. He pulled her legs apart and hooked her knees over the machine's hand rails and pushed her to lean back against the control panel again. He pressed his turgid member to her bared sex and leaned in close, "Are you ready?" He asked with a hint of a growl in his voice. 

Staring at the body poised between her legs Kagome nodded dazedly. She braced herself by grabbing hold of his strong shoulders but she still couldn't help but jerk at the sudden, plunging, entrance of his warm dick into her body. He gave her just a moment to adjust to him, to feel the new way he stretched her from wall to wall. Kagome shifted her hips, feeling the way his size hit places she'd never felt before and she moaned his name again at the sensation. 

Unable to hold still any longer he started to thrust into her hard and fast. One clawed hand reached up and entangled itself in her hair and Sesshoumaru pulled her face to his in a rough, greedy kiss. His other hand slid from her hip and up her shirt to tickle his fingers at the under side of her smooth, bare breast. Perfect B sized, just a palm full to grab, not too much. He quickly realized he just couldn't get enough of her sweet little body. His body pressed closer too her, seeking more to touch, more to feel, he wanted to plunge deeper into her body. He could hear the track speeding up to a ridiculous pace as Kagome's back hit various buttons and dials on the control panel but he could care less.

He might later regret his one track mindedness. 

Little fingers dug sharp nails into his back while Kagome screamed and moaned, begging for more, harder, faster. She was a small girl, barely reaching five foot two inches. Because of her size the few men she had been with were always gentle with her. The gave her light touches, gentle caresses, and warm hugs, but this random guy she'd found at her new health club did no such thing. He wasn't intending to be malicious with his roughness, he could just feel she wasn't the dainty little girl she looked like at first glance, as was obvious by her toned body. He fucked her hard, taking all he wanted from her body and giving it back to her just as good. She'd be damned if she didn't love it too, the hot feel of his muscly form dominating hers was a pleasure so sharp it was almost painful. For a moment Kagome wished there was a camera of some kind on them. What she would give to see what he looked like with that toned chiseled body of his fucking her brains out. 

Both of them, in their sex-fueled haze, had neglected to think of how much weight the treadmill control panel and handle bars were meant to hold though. Whatever it was it surely wasn't enough to support over half the weight of a full grown youkai and a young girl sitting on it. A faint creak was there only warning before the flimsy metal rails bent and snapped under them. 

Sesshoumaru fell back onto the speeding track, his body protecting Kagome from hitting it. There was a painful hiss and the sharp stinging sound of the nylon moving over his skin so fast it burned before he rolled off to the side, away from the treadmill onto the carpet, and pinned her beneath him. 

The sudden shock was sobering, even though they were still connected intimately. Kagome lay under him quietly, though her legs fidgeted a bit until she found a comfortable place for them wrapped around his hips. She stared up at his pinched features and clenched teeth as she reached up to soothingly rub his cheek, exploring the deep magenta markings there. "Are you alright?" She spoke hesitantly hoping not to upset him. 

Golden eyes opened to stare back at her, his pain slowly fading. His youkai abilities were already seeing to the healing of the rug burns and he was hardly willing to allow a simple mechanical failure to get in the way of such a good fuck. Nodding to her to tell her her was indeed fine her grabbed her wrists in one large hand and pinned them up above her head.

 Sesshoumaru thrust into her again, hard and sharp like before, using her body for his pleasure while building her own back up again. "Yes," he growled at the sensation of her sopping wet sheath around him. Each whimper and moan from the girl beneath him made it harder to hold back his own release, but from the quivering of her body he knew she had to be close. He placed a hand behind her back, arching her and pulling her up to him so each of his thrusts now pressed his mons to her clit. 

 The extra stimulation made Kagome blind with pleasure. She tightened her legs around him in response, meeting each of his thrusts full force while she moaned and whisper inarticulately. "Mmm fuck, yess," she hissed with her head thrown back, baring her smooth neck to him. 

Sesshoumaru growled at her then, showing sharp curved fangs. "Cum for me," he ordered in a deep, gravely voice. 

One, two, three more thrusts and Kagome felt something snap inside of her. Her insides exploded with pleasure and a gush of sweet fluid poured out from her, coating Sesshoumaru's balls and dripping between his legs. She gasped and panted where she lay, literally fucked senseless. 

"Good girl," Sesshoumaru growled again while he rode out her rippling around him, still holding off his own release. 

Normally Kagome might have been a little offended at repeatedly being spoken too like she was a pet but right then she was happy to just lay there in her pleasurable haze until she got her wits back. 

Her youkai stood up, pulling her up to her knees and despite wanting to just lay there she followed his insistent pulled and nudges. He pulled her t-shirt up over her breasts and head but left it on her arms. He pushed the collar back behind her neck leaving her head free but her hair mussed and her arms were trapped held up above her head. Her wrists were once again clasped in a strong hand and he held the back of her head with the other, leading her plump lips to his stiff, dripping cock. 

"Take it in your mouth," he coaxed like one would a puppy while he stared into her dazed eyes. She opened her lips and took half of him in before he hit the back of her throat. The sight of her mouth stretched around him made the ache in his balls even worse. "Goood," he purred at her with a smug expression. 

Cerulean eyes gazing up at him suddenly turned angry as she took in what he'd managed to make her do. "Hurwk," she groused around the cock blocking her mouth while glaring at him. 

Pleased with her inability to speak his lips turned up even more, "What was that?" he taunted while sliding back and forth beginning to move inside of her hot mouth. 

Deciding to ignore him in favor of getting him to shut up in another way she closed her eyes and focused on the thick piece of man meat he had shoved in her mouth. She rolled her tongue around him and made a swallowing motion and took even more of him in. It was her first real attempt at deep throating but she knew she had little gag reflex and managed to take all but two inches of him in with only one small choke. 

He gasped at the sensation, his knees buckling. He'd expected mediocre head from such an inexperienced girl, at best, but she'd proven him wrong. He was already so worked up from their fucking it was mere minutes before he was close again. His small sharp thrusts and the rhythmic bobbing of her head sent him over the edge and he pulled out just as he came. 

Hot, wet, semen sprayed out coating Kagomes lips, cheeks, and neck and it dripped down over her breasts. Sesshoumaru watched the rise and fall of her chest while she panted and inwardly groaned when he saw her little pink tongue lick a stray droplet from her swollen lips. 

Kagome was about to yell at him for doing that, it wasn't the most comfortable feeling to be covered in someone's sticky, wet cum. She really did have every intention of yelling at him too, that was until he dropped to his knees in front of her and gathered her body to his. Her legs were once again wrapped around his waist while he buried his face in her breasts, then up her neck, licking and lapping away the evidence of his release while she struggled the rest of the way out of her shirt. His long, talented, inu-like tongue quickly made her forget all of her irritation at him and she pulled him closer by his hair and whimpered in pleasure when he sucked on her neck. 

"Mmmm, dirty girl," Sesshoumaru chuckled darkly, "You need a shower." With that he stood and tossed her body up onto his shoulder and started making his way to the clubs' facilities.

Idly he pushed three fingers into her stretched sheath, marveling at how warm and wet it still was. She bit into his back to keep from moaning again and he had to hiss at the sharp painfully pleasurable sensation. 

"Shower... means encore.. right?" she asked in gasping breaths. 

"Yes," he purred as he slid his fingers from her and licked the taste from them. Shower was definitely synonymous with encore...

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Sango and her 'mark', Miroku watched from through the darkened windows of a private room. They both inwardly danced with glee while grinning like idiots. 

"Miroku," Sango chirped to her long time, long distance boyfriend, "This was such a perfect idea. How'd you get him to even come here?"

Miroku was a childhood friend of Sesshoumaru's and they both came from well-to-do families. Normally they both frequented a more expensive, elitist health club and had their own private rooms and such. But he and Sango had worked up a plan to get their friends together. Who better for the man who thought he was too good for anyone than the girl who wouldn't stand for his pompous attitude? 

So their logic might be a bit flawed... It was that sort of 'opposites attract' kind of idea. Despite the ludicrousy of the idea it had worked. 

"I just told him that him refusing to workout among the 'commoners' was proof he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stand toe to toe with them," Miroku grinned at own tactical maneuvering. 

Sango giggled at that, no inu could handle being told he was a coward so Miroku's plan had been perfect. She tackled him with glee. After successful pinning him down she straddled his form and rolled her hips suggestively, ready to give him his reward for being such a good boy. 

A lascivious grin twisting his features, Miroku soon learned he might just like behaving better than being bad... might...