Book of Steamy Prompts by Sora-chan

First Time

This chapter is dedicated to my dear Valasaurus, who provided this delicious prompt.  I hope I did you proud. And yes, there will be a continuation, I couldn’t fit everything here ;)

Plot: Sub Sess. Kagome pops Sesshoumaru’s cherry.

.:o0o:.

“Thank you for coming over so late, I know I called you at the last minute.” Kagome gushed gratefully, she watched as the tall male sat down at the table she chose at the back of the almost empty library. She bit her cheek as he got out his laptop and pushed his bangs back from his face lightly.

“It is no problem, I’m glad to be of assistance.” He intoned, his deep voice making her smile dumbly. She loved listening to him talk.

Scooting closer to him with her chair, she began to explain her problem. She had been working on her final project; a comparative evaluation of nature vs nurture in the cases of STEM and Communications majors. Sorting through all of her notes from the entire year of case studies, reports and assessments, she realized that she had missed a key point that linked her whole representation out of whack and so she called the one person she trusted to not call her an idiot while helping her to comb through the stacks to find the common thread.

She had first met Sesshoumaru through her friend and his younger half-brother, InuYasha. She and the younger male had been friends in high school, but she never really got to know the older guy. He always seems cold and closed off, having the best resting bitch face she ever saw. InuYasha barely had anything good to say about him so that gave her a healthy dose of fear and respect for the elder brother.

He was her firs-er second crush (we don’t speak of the first ill-fated crush ever), his distance and reticence allowed her to silently harbour feelings and yearnings without the worry of judgement or ridicule. If he ever noticed her regard, he kept that close to the chest, which she was eternally grateful for because she was sure he wouldn’t approve.

They got close, er adjacent, in university. Their similar majors enabled her to see more of him, lots of him walking the campus, sitting in one of the lounges reading, or even in some of her classes. He was a teacher’s aide sometimes, other times he was there for credit hours. She loved seeing him in his glasses, she thought they elevated his beauty and made him seem so much more unapproachable.

This was abnormal for her; she didn’t like her men emotionally distant and had unfortunately imagined the tall handsome man while with her dates.

They spoke often, which is why she felt comfortable enough to request his aid on a Saturday evening. Since spending more time with him she had begun to notice certain things. She rarely saw him with other people, not to say he didn’t have friends or things to do but based on their conversations and her spyi- keen eyes, she knew he would be free enough to help her today. 

He was a quiet man, only spoke when he felt he had something to say and didn’t really waste his time on what he thought was frivolous actions, including going to parties or canoodling with those the people on campus would consider popular. That wasn’t to say that he was an unknown, quite the opposite. He had an unofficial fan club of women and men who did all they could for him to just look at them, this was often followed by a narrowing of his eyes which left them swooning that he noticed them.

She never understood why he didn’t at least talk to one of them, sure they seemed like annoying hangers on, but he could have had his own rotation of women if he wanted. She had asked him once and he shut her down definitively, saying he had never even spoken to the fan club much less slept with any of them. 

Of course, these musings led her to wonder if he was a virgin, or even gay. She crossed gay off her list after seeing him look at a woman’s breasts once and the faintest blush graced his cheeks. Definitely not gay, maybe bi and still potentially a virgin. 

Kagome was a normal, warm blooded woman. Sesshoumaru was handsome, strong, smart and extremely her type. She wanted him and she planned to get him.

Sesshoumaru watched the raven-haired woman as she earnestly tried to explain her concept and why she needed his particular help. He was surprised that he agreed to even come and help her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but normally his social anxiety prevented him from spending a lot of time with people. Especially new ones. 

He was very shy and because of that, developed a great poker face cultivated from years of forcing himself to be in different clubs at school to try and break the anxiety he felt at being around people. It didn’t particularly work, but it gave him the best cover of being great at everything. It made him seem unapproachable, so he didn’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing and beating himself up about it. More often than not, he didn’t say anything. People took his muteness as aloofness.

But she wasn’t new, he’d known her for years. Known of her at least. She was his brother’s best friend or something of that nature. He ignored them throughout high school, but she was a fixture in their home and at family gatherings.

When he met her in college, it was at first uncomfortable without the buffer of InuYasha, who had gone off to a different school, and he was able to avoid her for the most part.

He wasn’t sure how he had been able to be around her for as long as he had without blushing. She was gorgeous, he had always thought so, and it was easier to admit it when she had been mooning over his brother. He always thought her intelligent, even more so when he elected to TA some of her classes. She was clever and witty, and she was the enthusiastic star of many of his masturbatory fantasies.

He wasn’t sure when it happened, and he would never admit to how long it had been happening, but whenever he had his cock in hand, it was her bright azure eyes he saw, darkening with desire.

He had never let on that he was (strongly) attracted to his brother’s best friend, as he was sure it wouldn’t go anywhere. They were complete opposites; she was extroverted and the life of the party while he was incredibly reticent.

He needed to calm himself, lest he get a boner while trying to go through case studies. She smelled so good, and her hair was loose today, she normally kept it in a bun, away from her face and she always had those unruly curls that tickled her bare neck and she was always brushing them away. He blinked, looking away from the woman before she noticed his staring. He needed to focus, she asked for his help and he would give it.

Some time went by while they worked, Kagome had since divested herself of her sweatshirt, apologizing sheepishly when she remembered that she was only wearing a tank top. He said nothing and she bit her cheek, hiding her disappointment that the small flush to his cheeks didn’t occur. 

“I think I found something.” Sesshoumaru spoke, breaking the silence. Quickly, Kagome got up and leaned over his shoulder, focusing her attention to where he was pointing. Sesshoumaru swallowed thickly as he felt her breast caress his neck. He glanced to his left and found himself looking directly into her shirt. He inhaled her perfume softly, enjoying the crisp scent of her body splash, the scent was a favorite of hers as he’d smelt it on her before. He knew he was sweating, feeling the cold droplets gather in his hairline.

Kagome held back a shiver as she watched him, she saw the glistening on his brow, and heard his breathing change slightly. She forced herself back in her seat, she was going to go through with her plan, if he rejected her, she would accept it gracefully and never leave her apartment again. Or take it out on some poor sap.

Deciding to just go for it, she reached over and laid her arm on his, distracting him from his reading. He looked up in time to catch her biting her lower lip, and inwardly groaned.

“Is everything ok?” He asked, patting himself on the back when his voice didn’t waver. Hazel eyes almost glazed over when she started stroking the top of her full breast. They seemed to be trying to spill out of the almost too tight tank top she had on. Her nipples were hard, pressed tightly against the stretched white material, he could almost see what colour her areolas were.

“Can I ask you a question Sesshoumaru?” She whispered, forcing herself to speak. She saw his eye dip to her breasts and mentally cheered.

“Sure.”

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

His heart hammered, now wasn’t this a hard place to be, if he said no, he’d be a liar and would more than likely hurt her feelings, he didn’t know what she would do if he said yes, he’d be embarrassed as all hell though. He wondered why she’d ask. Deciding to go with that, he avoided the question.

“What brought this on?” He asked, pushing his reading glasses up on his nose. The frames were starting to slip as his nose started to sweat.

She pushed out of her chair and stepped a little closer to him. Instead of speaking, she grabbed his hand and pressed his palm onto her chest. She felt his fingers twitch, a light squeeze, before his whole hand tensed.

“K-Ka-Kagome, what are you d-doing?” He hissed, his heart was hammering, unsure of what was going on exactly. He was sure he was blushing.

“If you tell me to stop, I will.” She offered seriously, looking into his widened eyes. When the silence stretched, she stepped forward, pressing more of her chest into his large palm as his hand got less rigid. She could feel a tremor pass through him as his face flushed, a blush blooming on his high cheekbones.

She took a deep breath, awed that he was allowing her to do this and filled with feminine pride. Deciding to press her luck until he told her to stop, she straddled his lap in the space between him and the table. She could feel a hardness pressing against her thigh and gasped, he was pretty big, locking eyes with now seemingly scared hazels. He swallowed thickly, and she watched his Adam’s apple bob.

“Sesshoumaru...” she cooed, licking her lips, “do you want me to stop? Your face says you're embarrassed, but I can feel how hard you are under those pants.” 

He inhaled sharply and shook his head, once. He watched as a smile broke onto her lips, the same time as she ground her hips into his. His eyes closed in bliss and she pressed her lips into the space behind his ear.

“Your cheeks are so red, am I your first?” She had to ask.

“Y-yes.” He finally replied, his voice deep and hoarse, he was squirming beneath her.

She moaned something unintelligible, cupping his jaw and throat with one of her hands. He hissed below her, unmoving but not unwilling. His eyes were closed as he felt the sensations wash through him. His mouth fell open slightly, entirely focused on her.

“Would you like me to take care of your little problem?”

He didn’t need to answer before she kissed his lips fiercely, feeling him kiss her back wholeheartedly. She had wanted this for so long, who knew all she had to do was ask for it.

Their heavy breathing mingled together, loud in the quiet space, but she had no intention of quieting them. She knew the library was almost empty, people had other things to do on a Saturday evening. They were upstairs on the third floor all the way in the back, she probably could have him bend her over every surface in this little common area if she really wanted to.

And she really wanted to.

She reached up and took off his glasses and placed them on his laptop behind her. His hands had finally migrated to cupping her ass, both palming and kneading her cheeks as if committing them to memory. She eased up and ground into him again, pulling a light whimper from his lips that sent goosebumps up her spine.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long.” She moaned, throwing her head back and she dry humped him, feeling his length beneath her shorts. Sesshoumaru’s hand clenched, pressing her harder onto him.

Standing up suddenly, she fell to her knees in front of his chair, watching as his eyes widened and his blush deepened. She looked up at him through her lashes, rubbing his cock through his sweatpants. He gripped the table behind her and she saw his veins strain in his wrist.

“K-Kagome.” He groaned, his bangs covering his lust glazed eyes, the prominent blush still on his cheeks. She tugged on the waistband of his sweats, feeling his stiff member twitch when she grabbed him. His hips buckled as she had him in hand, his toes curled in his shoes. He had his hand over his eyes, peeking through his fingers to see her reaction to his dick.

“Sesshoumaru,” she cooed, “Let me make you feel better.”

Without hesitation, she sucked his sizable cock into her mouth, grabbing his hips when they jerked up. She quickly established a rhythm, sucking and licking his mushroom head and shaft like it was her favourite popsicle on a hot summer's day.

He hissed and moaned her name above her, hesitating in touching her, unsure if he should or even could. He could barely imagine that this was happening. Every time her blue eyes would glance up at him through her lashes and bangs, he just knew he was going to spill his load prematurely. He couldn’t control his legs, his hands, everything was on fire, molten, as her mouth and tongue that was making pass after pass, stroke after stroke on his length. 

She was a vixen, sent here to ravish him and make him her slave. And he had no problem with this, he would give her whatever she wanted at this point. He would give her complete control over him.

Gladly.

She was humming while she bobbed enthusiastically in his lap, sucking until her cheeks hollowed out and releasing him with a wet pop before doing it all over again. He watched as she swallowed him whole, comfortably and passionately working his large cock. He clenched a fist, feeling her silken strands tangle in his fingers. She moaned again and that threw him over the edge. He came, hard, filling her mouth with his salty essence and she swallowed her prize, sucking lightly and extending his euphoria.

Easing back on her heels, she watched him, he was sagged in the chair looking more disheveled then she'd ever seen him. It brought her pleasure to know it was at her hand.

"Are you alright?" She asked, resting her hands on his knees. 

"Never better." He whispered tiredly, nodding in case she didn’t hear him. He noted that she didn’t look at all displeased that he hadn’t lasted very long. 

She stood and leaned over him, cupping his cheek with a hand. "Sesshoumaru,” she cooed, “I wanna take care of you, will you let me?" She half begged, easing her breasts into his line of sight, her nipples acting like beacons to him.

"I can make you feel so good." She trailed her hand down his neck and back up his jaw, she was making a good case, but she was preaching to the choir, he had already vowed himself to her. He nodded slowly, shuddering at the approval he saw in her gaze. 

She smirked at him and slid her shorts off of her hips, watching as his eyes followed its descent then looked back at her smooth thighs and the light dusting of hair, new regrowth from her last wax, and looked up at her sharply. His flaccid cock jolted to attention at the sight of her.

“We can’t...” He protested, looking around anxiously when she sat in his lap and arch her back against his chest. He looked down into her chest, feeling as his length pressed against her cheeks, he could feel the heat of her.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get back to work I promise.” She raised herself and eased him into her, slowly, feeling him shudder against her as every inch of him pushed against her and she clenched around him. She sighed dreamily, feeling the fullness within her, his breath hitch in his throat, he felt like he could cum again.

“I just want to keep this magnificent weapon you have warm, while we work tonight.” She kissed him on the cheek and eased herself forward, reaching for his laptop to pick up where he left off. He was both confused and wildly horny but said nothing as she began to read as if they weren’t literally joined at the hip.

She eased up a little and jolted back on him, seating him fully within her again and he gasped sharply at the sensation, squirming when she stopped.

“We must focus, Sesshou. When we get through this project, I promise to make you feel good again.” She reprimanded, stroking his chin and looking at him softly. He nodded once and swallowed, moistening his mouth. The approving smile that curled on her lips, heated his belly and he found himself inhaling the scent of her shampoo happily when she turned around again to go back over her notes.

.:o0o:.

It was dark when they entered her apartment at the edge of the dorms, she took his hand and he followed her to her bedroom where her bed was still disheveled from when she woke up that morning. They laid down and cuddled, and she slowly stripped him, whispering all the things she wanted to do to him while kissing his neck. 

She told him how long she wanted him, moaned every time he touched her, and his touches moved from hesitating to sure of himself by the time they were both fully nude. She allowed him to touch her, to acquaint himself with her body while she lazily stroked her sex. He took her breast into his mouth, groping the other when she hissed and arched into him. He licked and suckled moving from one breast to the other excitedly, as if he’d never get another chance and needed to savour the moment.

She stroked her hands through his hair, scratching his scalp and pressed him into her chest, urging him on before slowly putting pressure on his head, leading him unhurriedly down her body. She felt his sharp intake of air when he arrived at her opened thighs, her fingers still lazily spreading her clear juices, making her lips glisten. She watched as he licked his lips and glanced up at her and she smiled invitingly and nodded.

He stuck out his tongue tasted her slowly, this was his first time so close to a woman’s core, much less the treasure of the woman he wanted to sample all this time. He worried he wouldn’t be able to please her but was willing to try. He licked her again, drawing his tongue the whole length of her slit and she gasped above him, her hips jerked below him. Feeling a little more confident, he licked her again, focusing on the fleshy button he saw winking at him, he was rewarded with a more vocal response, her moan like a beacon to his super hard dick.

He continued to feast, trying all sorts of things he’d heard and read about and seen in porn. Whichever got him a better response he would repeat enthusiastically.

“Yes!” She cried, “Don’t stop, I’m almost there” She was shaking her head, her knees were squeezing his own head in place while the rubbed her clit and stroked her walls with his tongue, he didn’t dare stop, he was excited to see her orgasm, knowing it was by his hand… Tongue.

She came apart with a breathy sigh of his name, her legs trembled, and he felt a rush of sweet liquid around his tongue. She shivered for little but sat up soon after and eased him onto his back. She stroked him slowly, watching as tried to cover his face from her gaze.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I wanna see how good I make you feel.” She murmured against his hip, placing small kisses at the V on his pelvis, he shivered. She took her time and rolled a condom onto his erection, he watched her actions like a hawk, she could see the anticipation in his gaze.

Slowly, she straddled him, kissing his lips deeply and thoroughly before easing up on top of him. Keeping eye contact, she slowly enveloped him, watching as his eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open. His flush deepened, making it look like he had a fever, but she knew he was just delirious with pleasure.

Easing herself up she let gravity pull him into her, he fisted the sheets beside them and breathed shallowly. She kept a slow pace, familiarizing him unhurriedly to the pleasure her body was awakening.

“Please…” He breathed out, gnashing his teeth together. And she obliged, picking up her pace and placing his large hands on her spread hips. He looked then, watched as his cock was swallowed up within her tight pussy, feeling how snuggly he fit within her.

“Ka-Kagome.” He shuddered, whispering her name fearfully because he was coming, and he knew she hadn’t. He didn’t want to commit the ultimate sin.

“Cum for me, Pet.” She moaned above him, she was rubbing her clit, biting her lip and she concentrated. “Fuck, cum all up inside me.” She urged, he groaned as her words triggered something within him and he came, hard. Feeling as the tip of the condom filled up. Still, she stroked him, sighing in pleasure as she watched him fall apart.

“You feel so good.” He whispered, unable to do much more than that.

She eased herself off him and pulled off the soiled condom. After throwing it away she cuddled beside his larger frame, and he rested his hand on her hip.

“That was incredible.” He praised, looking over at her. Her azure orbs were focused on him and his every movement. When she saw what she was looking for, she smiled warmly at him.

“I’m happy you feel good.” She propped her head on her wrist, watching as he eyed her breasts that were pressed together against him. She saw his cock twitch in the corner of her eye and his face flushed.

Her smile widened and she reached behind her searching her side table for a condom and he stopped her.

“Can we...can we go without? I promise I don’t have anything and I... trust you.” He asked hesitatingly. 

“If you’re sure. I’m on birth control.” She eyed him with consideration before laying on her back and pulling him on top of her.

“I want you to fuck me like you’ve always imagined fucking someone.” She nibbled his ear and he nodded, taking a moment to lift her legs on his shoulder and ease himself, albeit clumsily, within her. He breathed out harshly at the difference in friction and looked up at her worriedly, this was a lot different that when he just sat within her at the library.

“We have all the time in the world.” She stroked his cheek and he nodded stiffly, pulling out and thrusting into her once more. He managed one more full stroke before he came with a surprised moan, shivering when she clenched around his pulsating member.

“I’m so sorry!” He cried out, mortified. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed up and down his throat and ear.

“I’m not mad.” She whispered, between her kisses, running her hands through his hair and down the back of his neck. She ground herself against him and moaned into his ear at the pressure on her clit. She squeezed a firm ass cheek, throwing one of her legs around his hip. He was hard within her again, shuddering from the combined sensations.

She pressed on his hip and he took the signal to thrust again, shivering when he reseated himself deeply within her. 

“Again.” She hissed, and he did as commanded, jerking into her once more. He felt his pleasure building again but it felt a little further off than last time. He gripped her thigh and continued to rock within her with short but deep strokes, sucking on her breast like he was a starving man.

“Sesshoumaru.” She breathed, urging him on and he thrust into her hard, her cry of his name snapping at his control, he was going to cum. Fortunately, she came first, clenching around him and throwing him headfirst into his release.

He rode out his orgasm with his head buried in her chest and only looked up when she tugged on his hair. She smiled down at him, trying to finger comb the tangles she created.

“That was great,” she praised, pulling him in for a kiss and moaning when his tongue slipped into her mouth.

“I believe I’m getting the hang of this, though I will require more practice tonight.” He murmured along her neck, mimicking what she had been doing to him all night. The hitch in her breath and the clench of her walls told him that he did it right.

“We have all the time in the world.” She repeated as he slid out of her, they both made a noise at the separation, but he was quick to maneuver her onto her hands and knees. She allowed him this, wiggling her hips in eagerness.

“Perfect.” He rumbled, aligning himself and pushing once again into her.

.:o0o:.

Cockwarming: usually when the dominant male inserts their cock into his sub, but they don’t have sex. The sub is said to be ‘keeping the cock warm’ cause we never waste an erection. This, of course is normally maddening for the sub because they're already hot and bothered and rearing to go. But the doms do it as a power play. I’m pretty sure it can work both ways, but I know it's mostly done by male doms. I made Kags do it because she's awesome.

Edging: When you keep your partner just on the cusp of orgasm, but don’t do enough for them to actually cum. I don’t think I used it in this piece, but I’m pretty sure I’ve used it before. If I have (or I will, I may have written it in something and just not used it, yet) then this is what it means.

If there are any more terms I’ve used and you’d like to know what they mean, ask away.

I hope you guys like it! Please let me know, I enjoy your reviews.

Much love

-sora