Tutoring on the Edge by LadyDaniTar

Chapter 1

Fun November 2024 prompt! My categories were: Location: Free roll so picked Library Kink: Edging Item: Console Dialogue: "Just trust me." Sense: Sight

It had started as a way to relieve stress, a harmless distraction from the relentless grind of college papers, exams, and looming deadlines. Kagome’s friend Shippo had gifted her a Steam gift card, nudging her toward something relaxing. After some browsing, she settled on Stardew Valley. It seemed cute, simple, and totally harmless.

That was three weeks ago.

Since then, she’d been lost in a blissful spiral of virtual farming, fishing, and dungeon crawling. Thanks to the magic of grocery delivery apps, she hadn’t needed to leave her cramped studio apartment once. Sure, she’d missed a couple of classes…or all of them. And maybe she was a little behind on her assignments—okay, very behind. But with just a few more iron bars, she could finally upgrade her barn! And really, how could anything be more important than maximizing her crop yields and impressing Sebastian, her brooding digital crush?

When her desk chair got too uncomfortable, she’d migrate to the couch or bed, pulling up Animal Crossing on her handheld Switch for a change of scenery. It wasn’t a problem; cozy games weren’t addictive , after all. Who ever heard of someone getting sucked into cute, relaxing games? Right?

By week four, Kagome was fully immersed in her routine of farming by day, wooing Sebastian by night, and indulging in one too many takeout orders. But the cozy cocoon shattered abruptly when she heard a knock at her door, dragging her out of her digital reverie. She squinted at her phone, confused—no deliveries were due. The real world felt distant and jarring after so many hours in her pixelated paradise.

Standing, she stretched, groaning as her joints popped in protest. She kicked aside a small mountain of takeout containers on her way to the door, running a hand through the tangled mess of her hair. When she opened the door, she was greeted by a tall, severe-looking demon with hair almost as long as hers—except his looked like he’d just stepped out of a shampoo commercial.

“Um… can I help you?” she mumbled, trying to hide behind a curtain of messy hair as she registered the glint of his slit-pupiled, golden eyes glaring down at her.

Sesshoumaru’s gaze swept over her with an unimpressed disdain. This was the girl he’d been hired to tutor? His jaw tightened as he took in her disheveled hair, the wrinkled pajamas, and the unmistakable smell of someone who hadn’t seen a shower in days. Behind her, he noted the evidence of her marathon gaming sessions: empty food containers, a messy desk littered with half-drunk coffee cups, and a faintly glowing monitor with her virtual farm paused mid-crop.

“This will not do,” he said flatly, voice as sharp as his claws, which were already digging into the strap of his backpack. “Go clean yourself and dress. We are going to the library.”

Kagome blinked wide blue eyes, utterly baffled. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Your tutor.” His tone was clipped, like he was barely holding back the urge to set her entire apartment ablaze for its offensive state. “Your mother hired me to salvage what is left of your grades. I intend to start by getting you out of this filth.”

Kagome felt a surge of irritation—and embarrassment. Her mother had hired a tutor? And a demon tutor at that? She glared up at him, crossing her arms defiantly. “Well, I don’t recall agreeing to any tutoring sessions. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Sesshoumaru’s patience, already running thin, snapped. Without another word, he stepped forward, his intimidating form filling the room as he nudged her aside and marched into the tiny apartment. Ignoring her protests, he made a beeline for the one other door—presumably the bathroom—and swung it open. Kagome yelped as he grabbed her by the arm, all but shoving her toward it.

“Shower. Now,” he ordered, his voice like thunder, silencing any retort. “I am paid by the hour, and I do not intend to waste it in this… nest.”

He shut the bathroom door on her as she sputtered, leaving her standing in the tiny space, bewildered and fuming.

An hour later, Kagome found herself scrubbed, dressed in a skirt and a hoodie, and perched at one of the university library’s sterile wooden tables, feeling every bit the prisoner her mother had set her up to be. Beside her sat Sesshoumaru, the demon her mother had, without even a courtesy text, hired as her tutor. He had introduced himself in clipped tones, explaining that he was a PhD candidate and teaching assistant, with tutoring as a “side endeavor.” Right. More like a side mission to personally torment her.

Under other circumstances, she might have found him attractive. His long, silver hair fell elegantly over his shoulders, and his face bore two faint magenta stripes on each cheek and crescent moon on his forehead that only added to his otherworldly allure. The golden eyes, piercing even when disinterested, had their own unsettling charm. But today? Today, all Kagome saw was the person who had dragged her out of the warmth of her gaming sanctuary. Instead of planning her next heart event with Sebastian in Stardew Valley, she was stuck in academia purgatory.

Sesshoumaru’s idea of "starting from the basics" consisted of stacking four hefty textbooks in front of her. He flipped them open to specific pages, his voice low but firm as he instructed her on what to read. “When you finish each chapter, we will discuss. And I will know if you skimmed. There is a test awaiting you afterward.”

The guy seriously needed to chill. Kagome’s gaze drifted to the towering stack of assigned pages, mentally calculating how many hours of Stardew Valley it would have bought her instead. But the sternness in Sesshoumaru’s eyes left little room for argument, so she sighed and did as instructed.

The first chapter might as well have been written in ancient Sumerian. She’d missed so much classwork that everything read like nonsense, a blur of terms she only vaguely remembered hearing. Her eyes darted over the lines, but her mind refused to absorb much beyond the occasional "and" or "the." Panic crept up on her as she realized just how far behind she was, and a tight feeling settled in her chest. How was she supposed to catch up on all of this?

Every time she finished a section, Sesshoumaru would review it with her. His explanations were concise, his patience unexpectedly steady. Hours passed in this back-and-forth rhythm, and despite his intimidating demeanor, he broke down concepts with surprising clarity. Against all odds, she actually started to grasp a few things, though whether it was his teaching or sheer terror was anyone’s guess.

Finally, after they’d gone over the last chapter, Sesshoumaru pulled out a thick stack of paper from his backpack and slid it toward her. Kagome’s jaw dropped. The test was ten pages, double-sided, packed with multiple-choice questions and fill-in-the-blanks that looked suspiciously tailored to expose every gap in her knowledge.

“You’re kidding, right?” she managed, forcing a laugh. But the intensity in Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes shut her up fast. This man had likely never told a joke in his life. Wordlessly, he placed a freshly sharpened pencil on top of the test and leaned back, crossing his arms and closing his eyes as if already confident she would fail.

Kagome stared down at the test, a prickling awareness that every answer would be scrutinized. She could almost feel his piercing gaze from beneath his eyelids, daring her to prove him wrong. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to summon the confidence she wished she felt.

Nearly an hour ticked by. She scratched through the questions, focusing as hard as she had in years, adrenaline trickling through her veins as she tried to piece together answers from the snippets she’d retained during their marathon review. When she finally finished, she shoved the test to her left, her hands aching from gripping the pencil.

Sesshoumaru cracked one eye open, fixing her with a look as he picked up the test. His other hand reached into his bag and grabbed his answer key and a red pen, glancing over her responses with a calm, focused demeanor. 

The moment he looked engrossed in grading, she seized the opportunity. Reaching quietly into her bag, she slipped her Switch out. If she was going to be babysat like this, she might as well indulge in a bit of fun.

But before she could so much as power it on, a large hand snatched the device away, her escape thwarted. 

“Hey!” she hissed, shooting him a look of outrage. But his sharp glare reminded her that they were in a library, and with a huff, she dropped her voice to a strained whisper. “What the hell, Sesshoumaru? Can’t I at least play while you grade?”

“No,” he replied simply, slipping the console into his bag without breaking his impassive facade.

He turned back to the test, but his eyes strayed to her, taking in her posture—arms crossed defiantly under her chest, her legs crossed in a way that made her skirt ride up just a bit higher. Her hair, still slightly damp from her recent shower, was pulled back into a high ponytail, framing her face and baring her neck, making her look… unexpectedly captivating. A hint of hunger glinted in his eyes as a thought came to him, one he knew could be risky yet… promising.

“How about we make a deal?” His voice was like velvet brushing against her skin. “If you get a perfect score, I will do something for you.” 

She cast him a wary side-eye, lips curving into a smirk. “What could you possibly do that I’d want?”

Without a word, Sesshoumaru reached down, fingers sliding under the hem of his knitted sweater. Kagome’s heart nearly stopped as he lifted it over his head, revealing a sleek black undershirt that fit him like a second skin. It clung to every muscle, defining his broad shoulders, thick biceps, and the solid planes of his chest. His pecs were firm and muscular, and his torso tapered into a trim, powerful waist. Her eyes traveled over him, lingering as the fabric stretched across his body. The way he moved was deliberate, knowing exactly the effect he was having on her.

“Kagome,” he said, her name dripping from his lips in a way that felt like pure temptation.

“Huh?” She jerked her gaze up to meet his, realizing she had been shamelessly staring. A flush spread across her cheeks, but Sesshoumaru’s smirk was infuriatingly satisfied, as if he had caught her in exactly the moment he’d intended.

With a wicked gleam, he placed the red pen in his left hand, then let his right hand settle on her thigh, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through her. “Here’s the deal. For as long as it takes me to find an incorrect answer, I’ll touch you.” His hand slid just a little further up, the tips of his fingers brushing the sensitive skin between her thighs. Kagome’s breath hitched. “And if you manage a perfect score, I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life.”

Her pulse thundered in her veins, every nerve alive under the heat of his hand. He was mere inches away from where she wanted him most, and her body betrayed her, melting into the sensual promise in his voice. She began to uncross her legs, drawn to the thrill of his touch, only for the sound of a book closing somewhere on the floor above them to snap her back to reality. They were, after all, still in the library.

Reluctantly, she pushed his hand away, her cheeks flushed, her voice a hushed murmur. “We can’t… not here! We’re in public!”

But Sesshoumaru’s fanged smile was as unrelenting as his gaze. “There’s no one else on this floor. I would know if someone approached, and I’d stop. Just trust me.”

The temptation was vexing, his words seeping into her like honey. Her heartbeat raced, and she clenched her fists, willing herself to focus on anything but him. Yet every time she glanced at him, his gaze was steady on her, an erotic promise smoldering in his eyes.

Sesshoumaru leaned back in his chair, a picture of calm and control, as though he hadn’t just made her a scandalous proposition. “Your choice, Kagome.”

She shot Sesshoumaru a look, annoyed by his smugness, yet inexplicably drawn to him in ways that defied all logic. He reminded her of Sebastian, the brooding loner from her game, and somehow that parallel made this twisted "study session" feel like an opportunity to unlock her own secret heart event. If she could ace this test… maybe she’d level up in more ways than one.

“Deal,” she said, uncrossing her legs, the challenge settling between them like a spark waiting to ignite.

A rumbling sound, something between a chuckle and a purr, slipped from Sesshoumaru’s throat. He paused, his gaze taking her in before he turned back to the test and resting his hand possessively on her thigh. Her skin buzzed where his fingers pressed, tracing slow, maddening circles that sent shivers up her spine. She told herself to focus, trying to ignore the way his hand crept further up her leg, brushing the edge of her underwear with just enough pressure to leave her squirming.

Kagome barely registered him flipping the page before the pads of his fingers moved, finding that sensitive place with startling accuracy. His fingers worked with an unhurried skill, circling her delicate bundle of nerves until her breathing grew shallow, each soft caress sparking pleasure that made her grip the edge of her seat. She felt heat coil low in her belly, her focus crumbling as he traced slow, torturous patterns. Just when her mind began to drift entirely into the sensation, he withdrew his hand.

“Question thirteen is incorrect,” he murmured, sliding another blank test her way with a smirk. “Try again.”

She fought the urge to curse as she grabbed the pencil, diving back into the test with renewed determination. Fifty questions? Fine. She’d get them all right if it killed her. Biting her lip, she powered through, making quick, decisive marks until she finally slid the completed test back to him.

Without a word, Sesshoumaru picked it up, his red pen poised. But this time, he wasted no time teasing. His hand slipped up her thigh with a bolder intent, fingers pressing into her core in a way that made her gasp, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound. He didn’t pause, his touch rougher, his fingers pressing against her with a confidence that left her reeling. In one swift move, his middle claw sliced through her panties, and he was cupping her bare skin.

The unexpected thrill of his touch made her thighs tremble. She tried to calm herself, but the gentle, testing press of his fingers made her mind go blank. His finger dipped between her folds, grazing her sensitive entrance and curling just inside, stretching her with delicious pressure that had her biting back a moan. Her hands now gripped the table, her body arching subtly toward him as he added a second finger, the slick slide of his touch stirring a new ache.

Just as she felt herself starting to lose control, Sesshoumaru pulled his fingers away, leaving her painfully aware of the emptiness he’d left behind.

“Question twenty-eight is incorrect,” he said, his voice almost taunting, as if her frustration only fueled his own satisfaction. Another blank test slid in front of her.

Kagome’s fiery blue gaze locked on Sesshoumaru, filled with defiance and desire that nearly matched his own intensity. When she handed over the freshly completed test, she spread her legs wider, daring him to push her limits. Sesshoumaru let out a low, throaty chuckle, his eyes gleaming with mischief. 

Without hesitation, his long, skilled fingers found her again, slipping deep inside. Kagome’s head tipped back, her breath catching as his fingers moved with a practiced expertise, hitting spots she'd only dreamed of reaching. His fingers curled inside her, stroking with just the right pressure that had her hips instinctively pressing up to meet his hand. A silent moan parted her lips, her chest rising and falling with each electrifying pulse of pleasure. Acting on pure impulse, she lifted her hoodie up to her chin revealing her thin tank top that did little to conceal her hardened nipples. Her own hands found her breasts, squeezing and pinching as she matched his rhythm, the mix of sensations sending a rush of heat through her.

Sesshoumaru’s lips twitched into a smirk as he removed his fingers, gliding them to her clit where he rubbed and pitched. Kagome’s hips bucked involuntarily, her body writhing as her need built to an almost unbearable peak. Then, as if sensing her closeness, he abruptly pulled his hand away, leaving her teetering on the edge with a frustrated growl.

“Question forty-two is incorrect,” he announced.

“Yeah, yeah, give me the new one!” Kagome huffed, snatching the paper with a flash of annoyance. She was beyond frustrated, her entire body a live wire of pent-up need. Every shift, every tiny movement sent waves of pleasure through her, heightening her desperation to reach that elusive release. She scribbled down her answers in record time, her fingers shaking with both effort and arousal, and thrust the completed paper at him.

But this time, Kagome didn’t wait. Driven by sheer, unrelenting need, she reached over and grabbed his hand, guiding it back between her legs. Her breath came in short, quick bursts, her body pressing into his hand as if she might shatter if he stopped again.

Sesshoumaru’s darkened amber eyes held a glint of satisfaction as he scanned her answers. Without a word, he plunged two fingers inside her, pumping deep and steady before adding a third, stretching her in ways that left her gasping. His palm pressed firmly against her clit, rubbing against her with each thrust, the sensation pushing her dangerously close to her limit. Kagome’s head fell forward, her mouth open in a silent cry as her hips rocked with his hand, chasing that glorious, toe-curling release.

Sesshoumaru was enjoying the way her body responded so eagerly to his touch, her raw openness only fueling his own excitement. His fingers continued their relentless rhythm, plunging and curling, his thumb now pressing hard against her clit. The control he held over her, her unabashed need, stirred something primal within him, and he couldn’t help but lean closer, his warm breath grazing her ear.

“If you want to come,” he murmured, his voice a seductive rumble, “then get question fifty right.” His fingers slowed just enough to leave her on edge, her whimpers filling the quiet library space.

Fighting a haze of desire, Kagome grabbed the pencil, her eyes half closed with longing as she dived into the final question. This time, nothing would stop her.

Kagome slowly erased her previous answer and circled choice B, her heart racing with hope and a hunger that bordered on desperation. Her wide blue eyes gazed up at Sesshoumaru, her expression pleading as if the mere want in her stare could convince him. His golden gaze lingered on the paper for a maddening heartbeat, and then another. When her whispered plea—half-demand, half-beg—reached his sensitive ears, a devilish smile spread across his lips.

"Good girl. You finally answered every question correctly," he praised in a rich baritone that made her even wetter.

Relief and triumph sparked in Kagome's eyes, but she soon had them squeezing shut as Sesshoumaru’s fingers returned, delving into her with renewed fervor. His touch was relentless, fingers moving faster, scissoring and curling, unerringly finding that tender, sacred spot that had her body arching off the chair. Kagome’s teeth sank into her lip, her fingers gripping his wrist, but nothing could stifle the ragged moan that slipped past her lips. The only sounds in the secluded corner of the library were his low, hungry breaths and the sinful, slick sounds of his hand driving her to ecstasy.

The world around her faded as he pressed against her clit in perfect rhythm with his fingers stroking inside her, building her up to a breaking point. Her head fell back, her mouth opening in a choked gasp, and then—pleasure consumed her, a searing, dizzying release that stole her breath, left her trembling, and painted her vision in flashes of blinding white. Sesshoumaru didn’t relent, his fingers moving in slow, teasing pumps until every aftershock pulsed through her, coaxing every last tremor from her until she was utterly spent.

She went limp, barely able to catch her breath. Sesshoumaru's strong arms lifted her with ease, carrying her to one of the enclosed study rooms in the back. The dull sound of the door shutting and the blinds drawing shut signaled the privacy they now had, and as he turned to her, she noticed the glint of something feral in his gaze. With a swift motion, he stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular, toned torso, then began to work on his belt, his desire evident in the predatory look he shot her way.

"I’ll tell your mother today's session is on the house," he muttered as he freed his throbbing length, his voice dark and dripping with impatience. "If you'd be so kind as to reciprocate."

Kagome blinked, her vision still hazy, but the realization of what he was suggesting finally dawned on her. Her gaze drifted downward, and she found herself face to face with the largest, hardest erection she’d ever seen, flushed and glistening with arousal. She arched a brow, meeting his gaze with a curious expression. He wanted her to give in so easily? After everything she had to do to earn her own release? She leaned back on her hands, feigning a casual air.

"Only if we make these tutoring sessions a weekly thing," she countered.

Sesshoumaru’s jaw tensed, his hand tightening around his thick shaft as he glared down at her. Negotiation had not been part of his plan; he’d expected her to obey without question. But Kagome’s fiery spirit only heightened his desire for her.

“Fine,” he growled, positioning himself closer, the head of his cock brushing against her lips.

Kagome flashed him a sweet, almost innocent smile before leaning forward, her tongue slipping out to tease the swollen tip of his cock. Sesshoumaru’s reaction was immediate—a deep, throaty groan escaped him, his head tipping back. She traced a slow, tantalizing path along his length, her tongue just grazing him, building his need with each soft, wet stroke. Kagome planned to savor every moment of this, making him wait as he had made her wait.

Her lips moved down his shaft, leaving nips and kisses along the way, her soft mouth and wicked smile taunting him as his whole body tightened. When she finally reached the base, she took her time, dragging her tongue back up along the underside from base to tip, the slow caress leaving him trembling. Just as she was about to take him fully into her mouth, her sapphire gaze lifted, locking with his molten amber stare. His expression burned with raw desire, and she couldn’t resist letting a smirk curve her lips before she opened her mouth and took him in.

The sight of her lips wrapping around him was nearly enough to unravel him right then. Her warm, wet mouth was wondrous, her small hand gripping the base of his shaft as she took him in slowly, inch by inch. With every withdrawal, she hollowed her cheeks, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip before she gently sucked, drawing low, rumbling groans from him that filled the small, enclosed space. His claws flexed at his sides, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her, enraptured by the way her lips molded to him, her hand working in sync as she took him deeper.

When she took him halfway, she felt the shift in his energy, his patience wearing thin. A large hand gripped her scalp, fingers threading through her hair, tightening slightly, while the other clenched at his side in a visible struggle to hold back. Kagome felt a thrill of satisfaction; she wasn’t entirely inexperienced with this, and she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Just as his claws began to graze her scalp, she pulled back with a wicked gleam in her eye, releasing him entirely from her mouth.

The low, menacing growl that came from him was almost enough to make her shiver, but she kept her cool, smirking up at him as her hand took over, wrapping tightly around the base as she pumped him, twisting her wrist with each stroke. Her other hand slipped lower, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them in her palm with gentle yet teasing pressure. Sesshoumaru’s jaw clenched, his growl deepening as she took her time, savoring the feeling of him pulsing in her hands. 

Sesshoumaru wanted to grab her, to thrust down her throat and let her feel every inch of his need, but her soft hands and teasing mouth were maddeningly perfect, her relentless pace stoking a fire that was quickly consuming him. With a dark, primal growl, his grip tightened just enough to convey his impatience. Kagome merely smiled, giving him one last, agonizingly slow stroke before meeting his eyes, her lips brushing the tip as she whispered, “Tell me again that I’ve been a good girl.”

Kagome’s words, a soft command and a tease all at once, stirred something dangerous in him. But he could barely form a coherent thought, let alone speak, with the need pulsing through him. Finally, in a low, rough voice, he growled out, “You’ve been a very… good girl.”

Kagome’s lips curved in satisfaction as she trailed soft, wet kisses along the side of his glistening length. The sight of him now, so far from the stoic, composed demon he’d been at the start of the day, was electrifying. His silver hair was mussed, strands sticking to his flushed skin, and his once impassive face was a mess of raw, unrestrained want. 

Her jaw ached slightly from accommodating him, but Kagome was determined to finish what she started. Taking a steadying breath, she relaxed her throat and, without hesitation, took him all the way in one swift motion, swallowing him to the hilt. The sudden heat and tightness wrenched a guttural roar from Sesshoumaru’s chest. 

As his release hit, Sesshoumaru’s hands tightened around her face, his entire body seizing as she continued to swallow, her throat fluttering around him, draining him of every last drop until there was nothing left to give. With one final shudder, he held her there, his breath coming in heavy pants as he looked down, half-dazed, into her glazed, watery blue eyes. 

He didn’t release her immediately, savoring the feeling of her mouth wrapped around him, her lips still pressed to his base. When he finally let her go, Kagome pulled back slowly, catching her breath, her lips swollen and glistening, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she looked up at him. 

“Yes,” he murmured, brushing a thumb along her flushed cheek, “weekly sessions… a very good idea.” His fingers traced her jaw, lingering over her bruised  lips, and the look he gave her promised that this arrangement was only the beginning.

Their intimate spell shattered at the sound of a concerned voice calling from outside the study room door.

“Hello! Is someone hurt? I heard a yell.”

Kagome’s eyes widened in panic, her cheeks turning a shade that could rival the library’s red emergency exit sign. Sesshoumaru, with remarkable composure, quickly adjusted himself, tucking his arousal back into his pants, fastening his belt and pulling on his shirt with the grace of someone who had just been... sorting bookshelves, or anything equally innocent.

Kagome, on the other hand, looked utterly flustered, scrambling with her raised hoodie and shoving it back down over her chest. She barely managed to right herself before the librarian’s footsteps grew louder.

Sesshoumaru shot her an amused glance, his lips twitching. “Relax, little one,” he whispered. “If anyone asks, I’ll say I was merely helping you… with an advanced oral exam.”

Kagome’s mouth fell open in horror, and she smacked his arm with a little more force than intended. He didn’t even flinch, his laughter filling the room just as the librarian opened the door.