Not the Shikon update I thought I was going to give you, but I appreciate these two for not making a liar outta me lol.
Shikon Flipped; Lunchtime Shenanigans.
Plot: Workday lunches can be so...boring.
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Hazel eyes looked up from his work at the knock on the closed door, he blinked slowly as the wooden barrier opened revealing mischievous blue. She entered the small conference room, closing the door behind her and sat in one of the chairs in front of the side of the table he had commandeered. He looked at her stonily, his eyes glancing to the closed door and the half-closed blinds that didn't do much to give them privacy. He wondered what she was up to and swallowed thickly. He was almost shaking, half in anticipation and half in trepidation.
"Hello Kagome." He greeted, watching as she smiled at him, his heart jumped.
"Sesshoumaru, how are you?" Her voice was smooth and her affection for him was clear. She was beautiful as always; her shiny black hair was in a loose updo. Her cleavage peaked through the V of her red blazer, it cinched at her tiny waist and her black patterned pencil skirt flowed tightly over round hips and tapered sexily at her knees, a pair of five inch peep toe pumps with an ankle strap rounded out her outfit, perfectly manicured toes winked at him.
He knew she wore this outfit just for him because she knew he loved when she wore her power suits, every item was chosen specifically to entice him and he reacted exactly as she knew he would as if he were in a damn Pavlov experiment. She only came to his building when she wanted to remind everyone of what he had. And to remind him of the power she exuded, especially over him. He had planned to meet her on his floor and was finishing up going over some plans when she found him, obviously enjoying walking through the throng of cubicles and gaining everyone's attention. They were all not so subtly trying to look at them.
She knew this, which meant she had something planned.
"I'm well, you're early for our lunch date."
"I know." she smirked and unbuttoned her blazer, showing her breasts succulently perched in a bustier, the black lace delicately holding her milky bosom, her piercings printed through the fabric enticingly. He stiffened, in more ways than one.
"Kagome." He breathed out, gripping his pen.
"Stop squirming so much, or people will notice and come in here." She cooed, stroking the roundness of her breast. He struggled to remain still, knowing she wouldn't stop until she was satisfied. He could see out of the corner of his eye people walking past his office and cleared his throat, forcefully keeping his stoic mask on his face.
She eventually stood and buttoned her blazer closed, silently telling him that she was ready to go. He inwardly groaned and willed his erection to ease. He stood gracefully, closing his own blazer and slid his phone and wallet in his pockets. Placing one hand in his front pocket, he pulled the front of his pants taut and walked to his office door, opening it for her to strut her curvy form through.
He watched as the staff milling around watched her quietly, while she watched him. She only had eyes for him as she cocked one hip minutely so and straightened her back and neck to jut out her chest just so. She knew she looked great and she was thriving off their attention. She glided smoothly beside him, as confident as a model on the catwalk. She fixed his collar and tie while they waited for the elevator and smiled at him when they got in.
At the restaurant, she sat beside him at their table, choosing a booth in the corner of the dining room. She flirted with their waiter while he took their orders and Sesshoumaru sat stiffly beside her. He narrowed his eyes at the young man enjoying the smiles of his girlfriend, saying nothing when he finally left with a promise to come back with their drinks.
"Oh Sesshoumaru, don't be jealous." She smiled at him, her hand stroking his thigh that was brushing hers. "You know I see only you." She was working his zipper, slipping her hand in and stroking his half erect length.
"I do not doubt." He said lowly, trying not to groan.
"But you don't like it when I flirt. My apologies." She exhaled, squeezing him harder and kissing his jaw just as their waiter came back smiling, though a little dimly now that he witnessed her display of affection. Kagome smiled warmly at him, thanking him while swirling precum on the head of Sesshoumaru's cock. Said man looked out the window, trying to remain aloof while she mischievously tortured him in public.
He knew she loved it, it added an extra thrill and the onus was on him to not get them caught. He enjoyed it as well because the pleasure flowing through him always made the forced aloofness worth it. She was always very appreciative when he played along.
This continued through their meal, the rule was simple; he wasn't allowed to cum. It was difficult to eat when all he wanted to do was gasp and groan, but he settled for squirming in her grasp and bucking his hips lightly. She would sometimes lean over and kiss his neck fondly or brush her covered breasts on his arm.
They left the upscale restaurant in much the way they came, her clasping one hand and the other in his pocket to pull his pants away from his sizable length.
"You are so big in my hand; fuck I want you." She was whispering to him as they rode the elevator to their level of the parking garage. He groaned when she cupped him through his pants.
"You're so fucking sexy when I'm jerking you off and no one is any wiser, I want you Sesshomaru."
He leaned his forehead against hers and grabbed her hips, squeezing.
"Here?" He asked almost worriedly, there was a high possibility of her saying yes. She shook her head and he sighed inwardly, though still apprehensive.
"Bend me over the car." She said as the doors opened. She nipped his ear and he did groan then. They were parked on the second floor of the parking structure; anyone could drive by and see them.
They walked quickly to their car that was parked by the ramp to go up to the third floor and he whipped his head around, looking for anyone who could be milling about. She giggled beside him, already hiking her skirt enticingly over her hips. She leaned against the hood with her legs wide and motioned him forward. He went willingly, and bent down in front of her, slinging her legs over his shoulder, he pulled her already moist thong to the side and started to feast as if he hadn't just eaten.
She eased back on the cool metal and threw her head backwards, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure from the extremely desirable male before her and the thrill of potentially being caught.
"Ahh." She moaned as he stood between her spread legs and impaled her on his turgid length. She eased up and clung to him while he plowed into her, hoisting her knees over his arms.
"Oh fuck, Sesshou." She cried in his ear, feeling her release coming. He stilled within her grinding into her, keeping her from reaching euphoria.
"May I? He drawled, nipping her ear, causing goosebumps on her skin.
"Only if you spank me too." She dared, raising an eyebrow at him. She knew he wanted to keep their activities on the quieter side, but if he was willing to stop and withhold her orgasm, then he deserved some punishment.
He groaned but said nothing, opening the door to his sports car and easing her in while sliding out of her dripping cunt. Sesshoumaru watched as she got on her knees in the bucket seat, pushing her ass out the open door. Her glistening lips called to him and he leaned in for another taste, lapping at her hungrily while she shivered below him.
"Sesshoumaru!" She said sharply, out of breath. He did groan then and eased up, looking around before slapping one fleshy cheek loudly. She cried out in an unmistakable moan, and he did it again, slapping the other cheek, eliciting a similar cry that had a keening quality to it that echoed in the quiet space. He thrust into her sharply, groaning as her inner muscles gripped his girth tightly.
If someone were to happen upon them then, he honestly wouldn't care. They were already making a racket, it didn't matter to be quiet anymore, he'd just have to pay them off to keep their mouths shut. He plunged into her weeping core, throwing his own head back and gasping loudly
"Fuck, Sess, fuuuuccckkk." She cried, cumming hard while he thrusted jerkily within her, spilling his milky release and coating her insides. She sagged in the vehicle, hearing him zip up his pants just as the sound of three cars came around the corner; one going up the ramp and the others coming down. He ignored the cars, knowing they wouldn't see her, as just her heels were visible sticking out from the car.
He helped her clean up and tugged her tight skirt down over her hips and thighs. He closed the door when she sat comfortably and put on her seatbelt and walked around and slid into his own seat.
"That was fun." She smiled, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. He looked at her, mildly exasperated and she laughed, used to seeing that particular look on his handsome face, there was no hiding the tenderness in his eyes.
He pulled out of the parking spot they corrupted and drove to the closest exit before merging into traffic. He thought about how they came to be here; here being exclusively dating each other. It hadn't taken a lot for them to admit any feelings between them, the difficulty had been whether or not exclusivity was right for them.
Sure, he hadn't any additional partners when he met her and didn't actively seek any, but when she asked if he would be willing to forgo future partners for the sake of a relationship, he had stopped short. It wasn't that he was afraid of commitment, he hadn't thought so, but more the fear of stepping into the unknown. He'd always had multiple partners, since his last failed relationship years ago, and the topic of exclusivity brought back insecurities he'd repressed.
Fortunately, he hadn't been the only one hesitant to change things. Kagome had been decidedly uncomfortable with the idea. They had talked it out a lot over their weekend getaway, and after one intense coupling where she tied him up and fucked him like he was living dildo, getting herself off multiple times while he wasn't able to touch her or help, they agreed to try being exclusive and if it felt claustrophobic the would talk about it. Post nut clarity was a heady thing.
Now, here they were, roughly five months later still technically 'trying', but very happy. It didn't take very long to realize that nothing had really changed between them, which is what both had been secretly afraid of.
That wasn't to say that there hadn't been a hiccup or two, specifically in the form of former flings. He never pegged Kagome as the jealous type and boy was it hot. A former paramour had called him up, requesting to meet him for drinks. Used to her form of persistence, he had intended to nip her not so subtle invitations in the bud and agreed to pass through the area with the intention of telling her that he was off the market. Kagome had taken it well, all things considered, but he knew she hadn't been pleased.
"Who is Kagura?" She asked calmly when he reentered the room, freshly opened bottle of wine in hand. His eyebrow raised as he watched her stony face, her eyes glanced once to his phone that had been steadily vibrating, showing numerous new messages from a contact simply named Kagura.
No, last name.
At 11:30 on a Friday night.
How... intimate.
"A former partner." He emphasized calmly, sitting on the couch beside her and refreshing her empty glass with the dark red liquid. He didn't even look at his phone. "She called this week, attempting to rekindle. I have no plans to." He said calmly, she didn't accuse, and he would give her no reason to.
"Thank you." Was all she said, looking away calmly, no doubt trying to sort through her feelings.
He leaned into her, unphased when she didn't look at him or move towards him, and scooped up her naked form and sat her onto his equally naked lap. She eventually wrapped her arms around his neck, and he kissed her forehead as they cuddled.
"I would not break your trust in me." He murmured against her shoulder. She sighed breathily and he felt warm liquid starting to coat his flaccid cock, the knowledge that she was becoming aroused, aroused him.
She straddled his lap and felt his thick girth rub against her inner lips and with a breath, she maneuvered him into her, both hissing when he stroked her walls deliciously. She ground against him and stroked him within her in an even tempo, focusing on languid, deep strokes that made his breath hitch and his fingers press into her hips almost painfully. His mouth was open, and he breathed heavily through his nose while she gripped his shoulders and nibbled his clavicle.
She was trembling, trying to keep the slow pace and felt the heat in her limbs that signaled her impending orgasm. She pinched his nipples, feeling him jump beneath her and ground herself onto him. That was the last straw for her overstimulated clit, and she came around him, trying to keep moving, knowing her inner muscles were clenching and fluttering around him in a way that would bring him over the edge with her.
He groaned out her name as he came, jerkily thrusting up into her as he shot ropes of hot cum, that mingled with her own juices that were trying to leak out of her full channel.
She kissed him deeply then, as an apology for her jealousy and he stroked his hands up her waist and palmed a breast with his large hand. She shivered atop him but didn't stop his seeking hands. She sighed into their kisses, continuing to play a passive role while he continued to fondle and grab. He realized what she was doing and stood swiftly, her legs wrapped around him unconsciously.
He pressed her against a wall, holding her wrists together above her head, and she only raised a brow, thoroughly intrigued at what he wanted to do with her as she submitted to him. He only smirked, planning on enjoying this rare moment of full domination to its fullest. He stepped away from the wall, using her shoulders against the hard surface as a brace so that she was completely powerless even as he let go of her hands.
He gripped her hips and slid himself out of her wet heat completely, feeling their mixed fluids dripping down him as he went. Forcefully driving back into her, she mewled a sound he doubted he'd ever heard her make. Armed with this new level of pride, he continued to thrust strongly into her, driving his length deep while she squirmed and cried out her pleasure. He hooked her knees over his arms, opening her thighs more for him and surged harder, she was completely at his mercy and almost sobbing for release.
She screamed when she came, calling his name like praise, and he didn't stop while she jerked and clenched around him. He gritted his teeth at the sensation, continuing to thrust deeply as they rode out her orgasm. Pulling out of her completely, he ignored her cries for more and bent her unresisting body over the back of the sectional. He resheathed himself, grinding onto her firm ass when he bottomed out.
Kagome sobbed hoarsely beneath him, trying to keep her toes planted on the floor as he continued his brutal fucking. She loved it, and let him know with her cries, even as he gripped her hair and pulled her head back at an awkward angle. Tears ran down her face as he fucked her senseless.
She heard him groan loudly above her, and felt his sure strokes become stilted and jerky before he pulled out of her completely and came on her back. He grunted and resheathed himself continuing to pull her hips back into him to draw out his own ecstasy and trigger her own. She came again soon after, fluttering around his softening girth and trying and almost failing to get air into her lungs.
He sagged out of her, leaning against a column to gain his bearings and she eased herself from the couch. He snagged her hand and pulled her into him, kissing her forehead.
"Thank you." Was all he said, and she only nodded. Not trusting her brain or her voice at the moment.
Pulling into his personal parking space, he shut off the vehicle and got out, walking to her door to open it. She held his hand as she stood, flashing him a tender smile as he closed the door behind her and then walked her to her own car to do the same thing, opening the door for her to get in.
It was the subtle things that proved to her that he enjoyed giving her power over him.
"Are we still on for dinner?" He asked once she wound down her window.
"Yes, I'll make your favourite." She grinned and he grinned back, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"I'll see you later." He kissed her chastely before straightening and watching as she pulled out of her own parking space and left. Turning on his heel, he walked purposefully into the building, ready to focus and get some work done so he could leave on time.
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-sora