AN: Oh my gosh, guys, I really don't have time to be posting ANOTHER fanfic, but how the heck could I pass up SessRin Smut Week? Seriously though, I don't have time, so these will be short, sweet, and to the point, meaning there will only the barest thread of plot to these. And by thread of plot, I mean each fic will ask the question: will these two ever GET SOME in peace? All parts happen in the same universe and timeline; the first four will be "pre"-Yashahime and the last three will be "post"-Yashahime.
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha or Yashahime.
Prompt one: Fluff/Vanilla
Coitus Interruptus: The Cockblocking Chronicles
By LuvinAniManga
Chronicle One: Housewarming
In which Sesshoumaru kicks Kaede out of her own home, because he has serious business to "discuss" with Rin.
Sesshoumaru brushed aside the bamboo flap to Kaede's hut, casually shaking off the droplets of water that collected on him as the spring drizzle outside suddenly turned into a pounding rain. Jaken jumped off Sesshoumaru's fur and brushed himself off with a full-bodied shiver.
The hut's two occupants looked up from where they sat by the crackling fire. Rin's face lit up, whereas Kaede's remained stoic and assessing.
"Lord Sesshoumaru!" Rin cried out, turning to kneel in his direction. "What are you doing here?"
"Hmph! Does milord need a reason to visit, Rin? He does so when it suits him," the imp replied, making a beeline for the fire and plopping down in front of it. His face melted into a smile of delight as he held out his three-fingered hands and toes to the flames. The rain had brought with it the remnants of a winter chill that the land had only just seemed to banish days ago.
Sesshoumaru approached Rin, but his eyes went to Kaede's singular one, and the old women met his gaze with her beady stare. He tried to convey to her exactly why he was here and just how unwelcome her presence was at the moment.
After all, he had told her during his last visit that the next time he came to see Rin, he would ask her to be his mate. It had been meant as a courtesy to Rin's erstwhile caretaker. Whereas most human males would ask his intended's parents for permission to wed her, Sesshoumaru held no such convictions (and, technically, Rin had no parents). As far as he was concerned, Rin's opinion was the only one that mattered in this case. He had obliged Kaede these many years by allowing Rin to grow up in this human village; now she could oblige him by leaving them alone.
Kaede sighed. "Of course you would choose to show up just at the right moment to send an old woman out into the rain." The look she gave him indicated that she knew very well why he came at this precise time—to hinder her ability to get back. Nevertheless, she said, "Very well, Sesshoumaru. I suppose I needed to go check on Old Man Haru anyway to see how his hip is faring since his fall. Rest assured I will be back soon." She narrowed her single, good eye, her gaze trying to pierce through him like an arrow.
"What's going on?" Rin asked as Kaede pulled herself to her feet, joints cracking, and shuffled over to get her bamboo hat to keep some of the rain off her.
"Ye shall find out soon enough, child," Kaede answered, grabbing her bag of medicinal remedies as she huffed and groaned out the door.
No sooner was she gone than Sesshoumaru said, "Jaken, leave us."
"Eh? B-But milord, it's pouring outside," Jaken protested.
"If I have to repeat myself, Jaken, I will throw you out into the rain in pieces."
"I am gone, milord!" Jaken squawked, jumping to his feet and scurrying to the doorway. But then he paused and looked back. "Ah…when may I come back?"
"Out."
Jaken yelped and darted outside, his wet footsteps slapping against the muddy ground for several seconds until they disappeared beneath the roar of rain.
Rin tilted her head in confusion. "My lord, why are you creating such a fuss?"
He had to do this quickly. When he had told Kaede of his intentions last time, she had made it very clear that she did not approve of demon "marriage" ceremonies—or lack thereof, as it were.
"Despite all the time she's spent with you, Rin has lived among humans the majority of her life and understands their customs. If you care for her at all, you will honor her by honoring them. And that means you will wait until we can host a marriage ceremony. Assuming, of course, she accepts."
Kaede could try to sow doubt into him all she liked, but Sesshoumaru was fairly confident that Rin would accept.
Still, there was a trickle of doubt…and the terms would be up to her.
Sesshoumaru knelt down in front of Rin and took her hands, pressing them between his. The contact brought a flush of red to her cheeks that he was positive had nothing to do with the fire dancing beside them. He had, after all, maintained a respectful distance from her until this point, as was proper with women her age.
"Rin, I told you once that our hearts are tied. I told you that we had time."
Rin nodded. "I remember," she whispered.
He squeezed her hands tighter. "I am no longer sure, however, of how much time is available to us. News from the East indicates that an old rival of my father's is stirring. If it comes to war…it could take years."
Rin's eyes widened. Likely, she feared, as all humans did, what war would bring: death and famine. There were those worries too, although Sesshoumaru would never leave her in any position where she could succumb to such atrocities. She might also fear for his death, battlemonger that he was, although he himself was less worried about that prospect.
What he did fear, however, was time. If the war with Kirinmaru, the Beast King of the East, lasted a hundred, fifty, or even just twenty years, he would lose most or all of the time he had with Rin. Time he could never get back.
"Thus, I've come today to ask if you will consent to be my mate." She gasped, her fingers curling around his, but he was not finished yet. "No matter your answer, Rin, I will protect you from this threat as I always have. I simply wanted you to know…that I love you. And if you wish it, I will be yours entirely."
"Oh, Lord Sesshoumaru, of course I accept!" Rin gasped, tears springing to her eyes. She pulled her hands from his, only to throw her arms around his neck and herself into his embrace.
Sesshoumaru sighed, a rare sign of relief, and turned to bury his nose against Rin's neck as he tightened his hold on her. "I have yearned to have you in my arms like this for a long time now, Rin."
She slid her arms back along his neck as she pulled back, her fingers trailing up his back and leaving gooseflesh in their wake. "As have I, my lord," she murmured, her face so close that their noses were barely a finger's width apart. Her nut-brown eyes stared directly into his as the blush grew deeper on her cheeks. "S-Since we are to be wed, my lord…might I finally…kiss you?"
He nodded, waiting for her to initiate the contact. He would have to speed up the process afterwards, but he wanted her to have this much.
She leaned forward tentatively, eyes darting back and forth between his own and his mouth, before she finally tilted her head to the side, closed her eyes, and placed her lips against his.
Sesshoumaru growled in contentment as her soft lips molded to the seam of his mouth, and he kissed back, anxious for more of her. She gasped in surprise at his response, and he took the opportunity to thread his fingers through her loose, black hair and cradle her head, holding it still as he slid his tongue between her lips, swiping across her tongue. He heard her heartbeat stumble, and she was hesitant to respond, but as he coaxed her tongue with gentle strokes and sucked softly at her upper lip, she started to meet him in an oral dance.
After a moment though, and with great regret, he tore his mouth away from hers, but he trailed kisses down her jaw and towards her ear until he was able to whisper directly into it.
"Will you let me make you my mate tonight, Rin?" he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.
She trembled in his arms. "T-Tonight?"
"Yes." He licked the shell of her ear from bottom to top, and she flinched at the foreign touch. But she was not frightened. Rather, he could already scent her growing arousal, a heady musk that, combined with her own scent filling his nose, made his cock twitch.
"But Kaede—"
"That's why we have to be quick," he interrupted. "Once it's done, she has no say in how we live our life."
Rin nodded. "I understand. …Very well. Yes, I agree."
Sesshoumaru smiled as he pulled back to face her, and then he placed a kiss on her forehead before laying her down on her bed roll. He caressed her cheek, letting the edges of his talons skim across her skin as he trailed his fingers down her neck and to the collar of her kimono. "Show me your body, Rin."
"Yes, my lord," she answered breathlessly, hands going to her obi. She untied it, and he pulled the ribbon of fabric away. He then peeled away the outer layer of her kimono, revealing the thin, white nagajuban underneath. The firelight cast a deep contrast of light and shadow over her, but with his sight, he could still make out the subtle changes in coloration between her pale skin and the dark thatch of hair at the apex of her legs beneath the clothing.
Of course, he didn't need enhanced vision to see how her dark nipples strained at the clothing, creating sharp peaks.
He his thumbs over those peaks, unable to help himself, and Rin gasped, her legs pulling up and her toes curling. He smirked, amazed at how sensitive his mate-to-be was, undid the tie to her nagajuban, and pulled it aside, baring her right breast to him. It pebbled in the cool air, and Sesshoumaru knew just how to warm it back up.
He bent over and latched onto her nipple with his mouth, running his tongue over it in one great sweep and tugging up on the tit with his teeth.
Rin moaned, writhing beneath him, and her legs squeezed together. As he sucked on her one breast, he reached a hand beneath the fabric still partially covering her and sought the other, massaging it in his fingers, feeling its shape, weight, and density.
He had thought the most perfect tactile feeling the world was the grip of a sword in his hand, but the shape of her breast in his palm far eclipsed it.
She needed to know. "You were made for my hands, Rin. Words cannot describe how this makes me feel."
She heaved a deep breath, sending the tip of her nipple brushing against his chin. "I cannot believe that you are feeling what I am feeling, Lord Sesshoumaru. My stomach feels so tight, it's almost in pain."
He pushed up onto his elbows, a smirk crossing his lips. "You think you do not do the same to me?" He reached for her hand then and brought it down his body, pressing it against the bulge in his hakama. Rin gasped again, and her hand tightened in reflex, cupping him. His whole body stiffened.
She let go immediately. "D-Did I hurt you?"
"No, my love. Do it again, if you wish."
She did wish, apparently, for she palmed him cautiously at first before allowing her fingers to sculpt themselves against his member and assess its contour.
"It feels…big," Rin said with a blush. He was rather proud of its size, but it would be for her to judge. "Are you sure it will fit?"
He wasn't sure of anything, and while he wanted to go slow and give her the opportunity to adjust, they didn't have much time. Still, he didn't want to hurt her more than their joining already would.
But the more she stroked it, the more his fists clenched at her sides, his hair slipping over his shoulders as his back arched.
"I want to see it," she announced. "And…I want to see you entering me."
He wanted nothing more than to oblige. He untied his hakama, yanking his kimono out of the pants and letting the robes fall open, baring his chest to her. But before he could finish pulling his hakama down, Rin's fingers dove in, fishing for his member and hooking it in her fingers like an expert fisherman.
"Oh," she breathed, rubbing her fingers in circles against the soft skin. Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth as her warm hands encircled him. He hardened even further, and his hips gave an involuntary jerk. She looked into his eyes, and he didn't know what sort of tortured gaze he gave back to her, but her own was one of curiosity and awe. "It feels like the finest silk…wrapped over the sheath of a prized blade," she giggled, squeezing him, and he just about came right there. Then she reached out with her other hand and ran it over his exposed pectoral, and the tingling sensation her fingers left as they trailed against his skin burned like trails of ice, though the rest of his body blazed.
"Rin, hurry," he panted, and he couldn't believe how hoarse he sounded.
She nodded and pulled up her legs on either side of him, the remaining fabric of her nagajuban falling to the side. She lay bare before him, and he hovered above her, his half-torn-off clothing hanging like a curtain around them.
He leaned over, her hand still grasping his member as he shifted it towards her entrance. She flinched when her hand hit her own sex and hesitated.
"Just…just a second," Rin said, and he stilled, not wanting to go any further than she wanted to, although it might kill him. "Don't push. I just want to…try something," she murmured.
He didn't know what she had in mind until she tugged him forward a tad, letting just the tip of his cock slide against her folds. Sesshoumaru's thighs trembled. She slid his cock up, tracing the edges of her sex, leaving a sheen of slick moisture on his head. She mewled as she moved him against her and scooted her hips closer to him so she could reach her bud with his manhood. When she rubbed him against that tender spot of hers, she cried out, like she had never felt such a sensation before.
And maybe she hadn't. Maybe she had never touched herself this way—had never realized where the centers of pleasure were on her body.
He loved watching her discover herself.
She rubbed his cock over her clit again and groaned, her heels kicking up. She did it again and again, using his body to wring pleasure for herself—yet giving untold pleasure to him by letting him watch—and he didn't want it to stop. But if she kept this up much longer, he would embarrass himself all over her, and if this was to be a proper mating, he could spill himself nowhere but within her womb.
"Rin, let me inside you, and I promise I will give you all that pleasure and more," he growled.
She nodded quickly, her eyes half-lidded, and slipped his member back down to her entrance, pushing it just barely inside her folds.
The bamboo flap rustled open, and Kaede stepped inside with her head bent down, her bamboo hat dripping sheets of water onto the floor.
"I trust I've given you enough time to ask her, Sesshoumaru, especially since it took me twice as long to walk back, given that I lost a sandal to the mud—"
Her words broke off as she pulled off the hat and looked up, finding the two of them sprawled on the floor. Sesshoumaru shifted ever so slightly, making sure the hanging fabric of his kimono preserved the most important parts of his and Rin's modesty.
Rin curled in on herself and hid her face in her hands—the only part of her, he thought wryly, that she did not actually need to worry about covering.
Kaede cleared her throat and had the decency to glance away as they pulled apart and started putting their clothes back in order. "It appears, Rin, that we need to look into getting you a house of your own now to warm."
AN: Can't wait for more SessRin smut? If you haven't already, check out my stories, Seducing Lord Sesshoumaru, Denying Her Nothing, and/or My Sanctuary, all of which contain smut somewhere within their pages. Already read them all? …Then I guess I'll see you here tomorrow. 😆