One Week by LadyDaniTar

One Week

one week

It had been one week since Kagome and Sesshoumaru moved in together. After dating for three years, meeting each other’s families, and growing more in love by the day, everything seemed perfect. They had envisioned a seamless transition into cohabitation, imagining a life filled with shared responsibilities and adventures. However, reality had proven more challenging than they had anticipated.

On a rare Saturday when Kagome had the day off from work, she decided to tackle the laundry. As she moved to check the lint trap for the dryer, she noticed something unusual. There, among the lint, lay her favorite cardigan—shrunken to the size of a toddler’s sweater. A wave of frustration washed over her. How many times had she told Sesshoumaru to hang dry her delicate clothes or to let her handle the washing?

“Sesshoumaru!” she called, no longer trying to hide the irritation she felt. This wasn’t the first time. First, it had been her favorite dress, ruined by being mixed with bleach. Then, a red blouse tossed in with the whites, turning all her socks pink. And now this.

Sesshoumaru entered the laundry room, his golden eyes taking in Kagome’s stiff back. He could scent her anger as she clenched the tiny cardigan in hands that radiated with her reiki. He braced himself, unsure of what mistake he had made this time.

Turning around, Kagome cocked your head to the side and said, "I'm angry" Her normally sweet, wide blue eyes now narrowed and brow furrowed.

“Clearly,” Sesshoumaru replied, his tone flat and unhelpful.

Kagome felt her cheeks start to heat up. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? This was my favorite cardigan, Sesshoumaru! I’ve told you countless times to let me handle the washing.”

Sesshoumaru crossed his arms, standing his ground. “I was only trying to help,” his voice annoyingly calm.

“Help!? You’ve ruined so many of my clothes!” her frustration finally boiling over. “First, it was my dress, then my blouse, and now this! I can’t keep replacing everything you destroy!”

His expression softened slightly as he took a step closer to her. “It was not my intention to ruin your things.”

Seeing his girlfriend still upset with him, Sesshoumaru sighed, glancing around the laundry room. Domestic chores were a new territory for him. For most of his life, he had never needed to lift a finger when it came to household tasks. His assistant, Jaken, had always handled everything. Before that, growing up in his family’s grand estate, a team of servants took care of every need, from cleaning to cooking.

Seeing Kagome clean and organize their shared home with such ease had stirred something in him. He admired her ability to manage everything so seamlessly, and he had wanted to contribute, to be a part of building their life together in every way possible. However, his efforts seemed to backfire more often than not.

When Sesshoumaru looked away, Kagome buried her face in her shrunken cardigan, fighting back the tears of frustration that threatened to spill over. Her voice came out muffled by the soft, ruined fabric. “Just… give me a few days to cool off. Okay?”

She didn’t want to fight with him, but she also couldn’t bear to look at him right now. The anger was too fresh, too raw. Once it passed, she knew she would be ready to show him how to help with the laundry properly. But for now, she needed space.

Keeping her face hidden, Kagome rushed past Sesshoumaru and into their bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. The sound echoed through the apartment, leaving an unsettling silence in its wake.

Sesshoumaru stood alone in the laundry room, surrounded by piles of dirty clothes he was now too afraid to touch. He brought a clawed hand to his throbbing temple, feeling the tension knotting in his head. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, the curse slipping out before he could stop it.

By the following week, Kagome had taken pity on Sesshoumaru and ended the silent treatment she had been giving him. She missed their usual interactions and could see that he was genuinely remorseful. Besides, she knew this was all part of the learning curve for him.

After a full day of teaching Sesshoumaru basic life skills, Kagome was exhausted. They had spent the morning going over cleaning techniques, from scrubbing the bathroom tiles to vacuuming the carpets. She showed him how to dust the shelves without knocking over her treasured trinkets and explained the difference between cleaning products. Sesshoumaru had been so eager to make up for his mistakes that he took her lessons in stride, listening intently and asking questions whenever he was unsure.

As the sun set, Kagome finally sat down on the couch, her muscles aching from the day’s efforts. She glanced towards the laundry room, where she had hung up her miniature cardigan above the washer. It served as a constant reminder of his failure, but also of his willingness to learn and improve.

Sesshoumaru followed her gaze. “That little cardigan is a humbling sight,” he admitted.

Kagome laughed lightly. “And that’s why I made you a chart,” she said, pointing to the colorful paper pinned to the wall near the washer. “Dos and don’ts for washing certain clothing. Just follow that, and we should be fine.”

Everything was finally perfect… until later that night when Kagome received a call from the bookshop she worked for. The owner had died. 


Kagome threw open the front door and stormed in, pausing just long enough to kick off her heels and toss them into a nearby closet before heading into the kitchen. Sesshoumaru followed not far behind her, moving at a more relaxed pace as he gracefully slipped off his loafers. Entering the kitchen, he saw his girlfriend wielding a corkscrew and thrusting it into the top of a bottle of red wine.

“I can’t believe you, Sesshoumaru!” Kagome yelled, emphasizing each word with a sharp turn of the screw. “Why on earth would you say that?! And at a wake, no less!” With a yank, she freed the cork and slammed it down on the table before taking a long swig from the bottle.

Sesshoumaru leaned against the doorway, watching her with a calm air. “I simply repeated what you had told me,” he said evenly.

Kagome glared at him, placing both hands on the kitchen island as she leaned forward. “You told everyone that Kaede was an old shrew who liked to gossip and occasionally swiped cigarette money from the register!”

Sesshoumaru tried, he really did, but he couldn’t stop the small smile from spreading across his face. The sight of Kagome looking half-wild, her hair a mess from trying to remove the hundreds of bobby pins she had used to keep her waves in place, only amused him more. Her lips were now stained ruby red from the wine, and her fiery expression was both intimidating and adorable.

His smile grew wider as Kagome reached for the corkscrew once more and pointed it at him. “Don’t you dare!” she warned, her voice now shaking with anger.

He remained calm, though inwardly he was puzzled by the reaction his words had caused. How was he supposed to know that humans lie when reminiscing about someone who just died? From what Kagome had told him over the years, no one liked her late boss, Kaede. Yet, there he stood in the old hag’s cramped home, surrounded by people who spoke of her as if she were a saint. They praised her as a sweet, giving woman who would help anyone in need.

Sesshoumaru couldn’t help the snort that escaped him upon overhearing such nonsense. He had to stifle a chuckle when Kagome shot him a glare from across the room, her eyes flashing a warning. But then the unexpected happened: someone approached him and asked for his thoughts on the late Kaede.

Now, in the kitchen, Kagome’s fury was tangible. “How could you, Sesshoumaru?” she demanded, setting the corkscrew down again with a clatter. “You can’t just go around saying things like that at a wake!”

“Was I supposed to lie?”

“Yes!” Kagome exclaimed. “At least a little. People don’t want to hear the ugly truth at a funeral. It’s about honoring the memory, not recounting every flaw.”

The look on Sesshoumaru’s face as he tried to make sense of her words was almost too much for her. Sometimes Kagome forgot that his mind worked differently from hers. When asked a question, he would simply answer it in a way he thought appropriate. Even in social situations, he didn’t change his personality to match the atmosphere. That was one of the things she loved about him.

She took another long drink of wine, then closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “The next time we go to any kind of event or, god forbid, another funeral, just stay close to me. I’ll run interference and steer the conversation.”

Hoping he would now understand why she was angry and hopefully learn from this social blunder, Kagome opened her eyes again and nearly choked as she sipped more wine. “What the hell are you doing?!”

No longer leaning on the doorframe, Sesshoumaru had removed his suit jacket, tie, and was now pulling off his dress shirt, standing half-naked in front of her.

“My clothing reeks of the old crone’s home,” he said flatly.

Kagome set the wine bottle down, pressed a palm to her forehead. “Sesshoumaru, you can’t just strip in the kitchen!”

He arched an eyebrow, unperturbed. “Why not? It is our home, and I do not wish to smell like mildew and mothballs.”

She couldn’t help but laugh despite herself. “Well, at least wait until you’re in the bedroom.”

He shrugged, leaving the kitchen with his shirt draped over his shoulder. Kagome followed, shaking her head but smiling. This was just another facet of living with Sesshoumaru—his blunt honesty and straightforward actions that often clashed with human social norms. 


It had been a long and exhausting week for Sesshoumaru. As Friday finally rolled around, all he could think about was getting home and breathing in his girlfriend's sweet scent. With a swift turn of the key, he pushed open the front door, only to be immediately assaulted by the strong smell of another male in his home.

Following the sound of clinking glasses and laughter, Sesshoumaru walked into the living room to find Kagome sitting on their couch with a wolf demon. His hackles rose further when he saw the strange male place his hand on Kagome's bare thigh. A deep growl filled the room, announcing his presence.

The intimidating sound drew their attention, and Kagome's wine-flushed face lit up when she saw her boyfriend. "Sesshoumaru! Welcome home!" she exclaimed, gesturing toward the demon next to her. "This is Kouga. His pack recently purchased the Sacred Jewel Book Store."

Kouga stood and extended a hand to Sesshoumaru. "It's nice to meet you. Kagome has told me so much about you."

The clawed hand hung between them as Sesshoumaru glared down at him. His female had been home, alone, with another male without his consent. Golden eyes shifted to a confused Kagome before he spoke to the intruder. "It is time for you to leave."

Sensing he had overstepped into another male's territory, Kouga conceded. With a quick goodbye to Kagome, he made his exit before the larger male took off his head.

As soon as the door shut, Kagome set her glass on the coffee table and stood up. "What is wrong with you? I invited Kouga over for dinner so you could get to know him."

Ripping off his tie, Sesshoumaru sneered at her. "You did not get my permission to let another male into our home."

Time seemed to stop for Kagome as she processed what he had just said. Get his permission? What the hell was he talking about? "You're acting crazy." She was not in the mood to deal with the possessive dog demon. "This is my home too, and I don't need to ask your 'permission' to have my new boss over!" She knew the use of air quotes was childish, but he had started it!

When Kagome turned her back on Sesshoumaru to get some space and take a relaxing bubble bath before calling Kouga and apologizing, she found herself on her hands and knees behind of the couch with a very angry demon behind her.

"Sesshou-Ah!" Her words were cut off when he pushed her skirt up her hips and ripped off her panties.

“Kagome,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You are mine.”

He heart raced, torn between anger and something else she didn’t want to admit. “This is ridiculous! You can’t just—” 

He cut her off with a firm hand pushing down on the back of her neck, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned over her. “You need to understand, Kagome. No other male is allowed to touch you.”

Her protests faded into a mixture of frustration and reluctant arousal. If she doesn't take control of the situation soon she would be at his mercy. “You’re being unreasonable.” 

The grip he had on her neck tightened slightly, though not enough to hurt. “Perhaps. But it is how I feel. You are mine, and I will not share you with anyone.”

Taking a deep breath, Kagome tried to steady herself. “We need to talk about this. You can’t just claim me like some object.”

Sesshoumaru’s lips lowered and brushed against her neck, his voice softer now, but still firm. “We will talk later.” His large hands dragged along the side of her body and gripped her hips, pulling them back to grind his covered erection against her rear. “But first, you need to understand how serious I am about this.”

A practiced hand reached between them, unhooking his belt and releasing his swollen cock. When he felt his bitch trying to get out from under him, he snapped his fangs and thrust himself deep inside her with one powerful movement.

The sensation of being filled so completely and suddenly made Kagome throw her head back and scream. Her core fluttered and twitched, trying to accommodate all of him at once. But he gave her no reprieve, pulling all the way out only to plunge back in with dominating force.

“Sesshoumaru!” she gasped, her fingers digging into the carpet as she tried to steady herself. The intensity of his actions left her breathless with every thrust.

“You belong to me,” he growled, his voice rough with possession. Each word was punctuated by another powerful snap of his hips, sending waves of pleasure and pain through her body. 

Kagome’s mind was a whirlwind of sensations. Despite her earlier anger, she couldn't deny how much she enjoyed being held down and dominated. “Sessh, please,” she whimpered, though she wasn’t sure if she was begging for him to stop or to continue.

Sesshoumaru’s beast had taken over making it impossible to restrain himself. He sat back on his heels and watched as he fucked her, mesmerized by the sight. The red, swollen lips of her sex stretched tightly around his thick cock, sucking him in and squeezing with every deep thrust. God, she felt so good. Sesshoumaru knew he would pay dearly for this later, but right now he would enjoy the view and the erotic sounds his bitch was making.

With a slight shift of his hips and a strong hand spreading her legs wider, Kagome swore she went cross-eyed when he touched her cervix. Just when she feared the pain would overpower the pleasure, clawed fingers slipped under her and found her clit, rubbing and pulling it in time with his thrusts.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, her body trembling uncontrollably. The mix of sensations was overwhelming, pushing her closer to the edge. “Sessh I can’t… ”

Sesshoumaru’s growl was deep and guttural, the vibrations seeping all the way to her core. The sight of her still mostly clothed beneath him was exhilarating. Her raven hair was a tangled mess, obstructing her face like a dark veil, adding to the eroticism of their rutting.

Kagome’s breath hitched, and she felt the tight coil of her release building with every stroke of his fingers and bruising thrust of his hips. “I’m—Ah!” She couldn’t finish the sentence as the climax hit her like a tidal wave, overstimulated body convulsing around him while she cried her release into the now soiled carpet.

He watched her intently, feeling her walls tighten and flutter around his demanding cock. The sight of her lost in ecstasy was too much, and with a final deep thrust, he came, filling her completely and roaring his claim. The intensity of his release left him panting above her, and he stayed there for a moment, letting the sensations wash over him.

As he basked in the afterglow of their mind-blowing orgasms, he was abruptly jerked from the pleasure haze when he felt Kagome sit up and push him off of her. Sesshoumaru sat back on his ass, his now flaccid penis hanging limp from his slacks, as he watched his girlfriend stand, yank down her skirt, and on wobbly legs she dashed for their bedroom. The door slammed shut behind her followed by the click of a lock, leaving him in stunned silence


For three days Kagome gave Sesshoumaru the cold shoulder and banished him to the couch. Each morning, as she walked by his makeshift bed on her way to the kitchen, he saw the rug burns still covering her knees—a vivid reminder of why he was in the metaphorical doghouse.

Sesshoumaru knew he had screwed up, but his instincts made it difficult to apologize for his actions. Another male had been in his den, and his scent was on Kagome. It didn’t matter that he was her new boss; as a canine demon, the wolf should have known better. Just thinking about the moment he saw Kouga touch her had Sesshoumaru clenching his fangs.

On the third morning, as he lay on the couch staring at the ceiling, he heard Kagome’s voice call out from the kitchen. “Are you going to come eat breakfast or not?”

The sound of her voice was like a siren call he had been craving for days. Not wasting a moment longer, he jumped up and joined her in the kitchen.

Kagome was standing by the stove, flipping pancakes. She didn’t look at him as he entered, but the tension in the room was heavy. Sesshoumaru took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts.

“Kagome,” he began, his voice slightly husky from just waking. “We need to talk.”

She turned, finally meeting his eyes. Her expression was unreadable. “You’re right. We do.” She motioned for him to sit on a stool behind the kitchen island, and he complied, watching as she set a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of him.

Taking a seat across from him, she folded her hands and looked at him expectantly. “Well?”

She had already decided to forgive him after the first night he spent on the couch. Everyday after that, she had waited for him to finally approach her and apologize. Two days later, Kagome grew tired of waiting and decided to get the conversation going. Once he said he was sorry, things could go back to normal.

Golden eyes stared back at her, narrowing further as the silence stretched between them. “Well, what?” he asked.

When it dawned on her that he wasn’t going to apologize, Kagome reached out and took the plate of pancakes back while glaring at him. “You are unbelievable.” She walked over to the trash can and threw out his breakfast. Then, she tossed out the remaining pancakes by the stove. “Do you seriously think what you did was acceptable? You kicked out my boss after I invited him to join us for dinner! It was humiliating to face him the next day!”

Sesshoumaru stood up, his expression hardening. “Kagome, another male was in our home. His scent was on you. You were alone with him, and he touched you.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “He grazed my thigh, Sesshoumaru. It wasn’t some romantic gesture. It was just a friendly touch. You overreacted!”

“He was too close,” Sesshoumaru growled, he now had her backed up against the counter. “You are mine, and no other male should be that close to you without my consent.”

Kagome threw up her hands in exasperation. “Oh my God. Are we seriously about to have the same argument again?!” She was getting tired of all this fighting. “You don’t own me. We’re supposed to be partners. I have my own life, my own friends. You need to trust me.”

Sesshoumaru took a deep breath, his features softening slightly. “I do trust you, Kagome. But…” He leaned down until his forehead was touching hers. “You must understand, there will be times when my instincts take over. When that happens I… ”

Kagome felt the warmth of his breath on her face and closed her eyes, trying to steady her racing heart. “Your instincts can’t dictate our relationship. We need balance. We need to trust each other completely.”

They remained close like that for a while. It was clear now that neither would admit fault for their actions.


Kagome had left Sesshoumaru's father's retirement party early. It wasn't because of her boyfriend's family; she loved Toga and his wife Izayoi. Even his loud and brash half-brother Inuyasha had a charm she couldn't help but find endearing. Sesshoumaru's mother, Kimi, had been an unexpected surprise, a very mischievous demoness but still treating Kagome like family.

No, the Taishos were wonderful. She left because of Sesshoumaru's assistant, Kagura.

That two-bit whore was hanging all over Sesshoumaru, her laugh too loud and her touches too frequent. Kagura's blatant attempts to monopolize Sesshoumaru's attention had Kagome seething. Every touch, every lingering glance felt like a deliberate attempt to undermine her relationship with him. Kagome tried to keep her cool, but as the night wore on, it became unbearable.

Sesshoumaru, to his credit, seemed oblivious to Kagura's advances, treating her with the same detached politeness he extended to everyone else. But Kagome couldn't shake the feeling of unease. When Kagura placed a hand on Sesshoumaru’s arm and leaned in to whisper something in his ear, Kagome had enough. She excused herself quietly and left the party without a word.

Back at their apartment, Kagome paced the living room. She loved Sesshoumaru deeply and trusted him, but Kagura's behavior ignited something she had never experienced before... jealousy.

She had just settled onto the couch with a book when the front door opened. Sesshoumaru walked in and his eyes landed on his girlfriend still in her ruby red cocktail dress, lounging on the couch, pretending to read an upside-down book in her hand.

Closing the door gently, he slipped off his shoes and approached her. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

Kagome looked up, stormy eyes meeting him. "Oh, I’m just peachy," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

He frowned, sensing the tension. "Kagura told me you were not feeling well and decided to leave early. I wished to follow you, but she assured me it was nothing serious."

The grip Kagome had on the book tightened. "Kagura said that, did she?" She tossed the book onto the coffee table and stood up, crossing her arms. "And you believed her?"

"Why would I not?" Sesshoumaru asked, puzzled by her reaction. "She is my assistant. Her job is to help."

"Help?" Kagome’s voice rose. "Sesshoumaru, she was all over you tonight! Touching your arm, whispering in your ear... How could you not see it?"

Sesshoumaru's expression hardened slightly. "Kagome, I was discussing business. I did not notice—"

"Exactly!" she interrupted. "You didn’t notice. You never notice when she’s being inappropriate. It’s like she’s invisible to you, but I see it, Sesshoumaru. I see everything."

Sesshoumaru took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "You have nothing to worry about. Kagura means nothing to me. You are the one I love."

Kagome shook her head, now on the verge of tears. "It’s not just about love, Sesshoumaru. It’s about respect. I felt humiliated tonight. You let her touch you, flirt with you, while I, your family, and the entire company had to watch!"

As soon as those words fell out of her mouth, she froze. Squatting down in place, Kagome put her hands on her face and looked down at the floor. “Oh my god…” She was the world's biggest hypocrite. This must be how Sesshoumaru felt when he walked in on her with Kouga. It was no wonder he was so upset with her.

Taking a deep breath, Kagome stood, dropping her hands to her side and bashfully looking at Sesshoumaru. The whole time she was having her mini revelation, he had just stood there, patiently waiting.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sesshoumaru's eyes softened. He reached out and gently cupped her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. "For what?"

Kagome took a shaky breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "For being so blind. For not understanding how you felt when you saw me with Kouga. I was so angry tonight, but now I realize... I put you through the same thing."

He pulled her into his arms, and a soft rumble reverberated from his chest as he nuzzled the top of her head. "And I apologize. It was not my intention to lose control and hurt you. Seeing another male being so familiar was... triggering." He gently tilted her chin up, making her look into his eyes. "We are partners, Kagome. We need to respect each other’s boundaries and emotions."

She nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. "Agreed. From now on, let's be more open with each other. I'm tired of always fighting."

"Deal," he said, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her forehead.

Sesshoumaru led her to the couch, and they settled in comfortably. "So, what were you pretending to read?" he asked with a teasing glint in his eye.

Kagome laughed, looking at the book on the table. "Just trying to distract myself until you came home."

He chuckled, pulling her closer, his voice dropping to a lower octave. "How about we find something else to do together?"

Kagome raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. "And what did you have in mind?"

Sesshoumaru gave her a playful growl before leaning back on the couch, pulling Kagome on top to straddle him. "It would seem I need a reminder of who I belong to." A lift of his hips had her gasping as his growing erection brushed against her panties.

Her breath hitched, the movement sparking a fire deep within her. "Is that so?" she murmured, sliding her hands down his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his button up shirt. "I suppose I can remind you."

Sesshoumaru's hands found her hips, guiding her movements as she ground against him. The friction between them was intoxicating, and Kagome felt her own arousal growing. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring and tasting, as their need for each other intensified.

Breaking the kiss, Kagome looked into his eyes as she caught her breath. "Tell me, Sesshoumaru. Who do you belong to?"

He gave her a fanged smirk, his hands trailing up her sides, sending shivers down her spine. "You, Kagome. Only you."

In one swift motion, she pulled her dress over her head, leaving her in just her lacy black bra and panties. Sesshoumaru's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her, his hands moving to cup her heavy breasts, squeezing gently. "You are mine," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Kagome moaned softly, arching into his touch. She reached down, unbuttoning his shirt with shaky fingers, needing to feel his skin against hers. As the last button came undone, she pushed the fabric aside, running her hands over his chiseled chest, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

After slicing through the middle of her bra, releasing her mouth watering breasts, Sesshoumaru's hands traveled down to her panties, hooking his claws under the fabric and cutting them off. Kagome lifted herself slightly, allowing him to remove them completely. Now, completely exposed to him, she felt a rush of excitement and anticipation.

He wasted no time, his fingers slipping between her folds, finding her wet and ready. Kagome gasped before grabbing his wrist and pulling it away. "Not so fast," she purred.

Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? And what do you have in mind?"

Kagome leaned down again to capture his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. "I want you to know only my touch," she whispered against his mouth. "I want to be the only one to make you feel as good as you make me."

With deliberate slowness, she began to kiss her way down his chest, her tongue tracing the lines of his muscles. Sesshoumaru's breath hitched as her lips traveled lower, her hands expertly unbuttoning his pants and freeing his aching erection.

Kagome paused, looking up at him through her dark lashes, her eyes filled with love and desire. "I want you to remember this," she murmured before taking him into her mouth.

Sesshoumaru groaned loudly, his head falling back against the arm of the couch as the warmth of her mouth enveloped him. Her movements were drawn out and deliberate, each stroke of her tongue sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her gently as she brought him closer to the edge.

Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, Kagome pulled back, a mischievous smile on her lips. "Not yet," she teased, climbing back up to straddle him. "I want you to finish inside me."

A red haze began to cover Sesshoumaru's eyes as he watched her position herself over him. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, teasing him as she hovered just above his twitching cock. "Then take what you want," he growled, his hands gripping her hips more firmly.

Kagome lowered herself slowly, gasping and squeezing her eyes shut as he filled her completely. She paused for a moment, savoring the sensation before beginning to move. Sesshoumaru's hands gently guided her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The rhythm they set was slow and steady, each thrust designed to draw out their pleasure.

The room was filled with their moans and growls, the sounds of their passion echoing in the quiet apartment. Kagome's red nails raked across Sesshoumaru's chest, leaving faint red lines in their wake. His own hands roamed her body, claws touching and teasing her sensitive spots, driving her wild.

"Sesshoumaru," she gasped as his fingers found her clit once more. "I'm so close," she whined, speeding up the forward thrusts of her hips.

"Let go, Kagome," he urged, his fingertips moving faster while the other hand on her hip tightened. "I want to feel you. Only you."

With a final, powerful upthrust, Kagome's world shattered, her orgasm crashing over her. She screamed his name, her body convulsing as she scratched at his chest. Sesshoumaru followed moments later, his release pouring into her, his roar of pleasure echoing in her ears.

Their bodies trembled with the intensity of their shared climax, and Kagome collapsed against his chest, both of them breathing heavily. Sesshoumaru's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they slowly came down from the heights of their passion.

Kagome lifted her head, her expression suddenly serious. "You're firing Kagura, right?"

He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. "Hmm. She is a very skilled assistant."

His laugh grew louder when his girlfriend slapped him on the shoulder. "I will have her reassigned," he conceded, trying to tame the enraged woman while his cock was still embedded inside of her.

"Reassigned? Really?" Kagome huffed, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "You better. I don't want her anywhere near you."

Sesshoumaru's eyes twinkled with amusement as he nuzzled her neck. "Jealous, are we?"

Kagome rolled her eyes but couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips. "Maybe a little. But can you blame me?"

He kissed the sensitive spot just below her ear, making her shiver. "Not at all. Your jealousy is... quite arousing."

She gasped softly as he began to move inside her again, slowly pumping his hips up . "Sessh, you’re impossible."

"Only for you, my love," he murmured, his hands roaming her body once more.

Kagome moaned softly, her body responding to his touch. "I love you," she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair as she leaned down to kiss him.

"And I love you," he crooned, his voice filled with sincerity and longing. "Now, let me remind you again just how much."


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