A La Smut~ by Kagome Yuki Niwa

Mother May I [Part One]

Summary

: She began as Sesshoumaru’s secretary and soon became his mother-in-law. This should have halted his obsession but instead it became worse.  

A La Smut~

Installment Two: Mother May I [Part One]

Warnings: Sexual Situations!!

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Her laughter tinkled like bells as he knocked on the intricately designed door to the bedroom where his father currently resided. Golden hues narrowed as he picked up the sounds of light giggles and the shifting of sheets and bedding. A swift, “come in” was issued and the heir to the largest business in the world entered the large, spacious room. Held in his left arm, close to his chest was a leather folder and a pen. He desperately needed his father to sign the contract he currently had in his possession and he needed it done within the next thirty minutes but the last thing he wanted to do was enter the place where he knew his father and step mother slept.

Not that he ever really called her that.

He preferred to call her by her name… Kagome.

The bed was shrouded by sheer curtains and the young male could see the outline of Touga sitting up, curled behind him, pressed to his back, was Kagome. She held her nude front to Touga’s equally nude form, keeping her from his hungry view. Not that he made it known. He was careful of his obsession with the woman that was actually three years his junior and half his father’s age. Not that Touga didn’t look good for his forty four years - he was still in the same she shape he had when he was in mid-twenties and could adapt the mindset of your average frat boy.

The scent of sex assaulted his nose as he came closer to the bed.

It made his stomach roil to think that the young woman and his father did that just moments before he had entered.

Jealousy wove thick within him, embedding itself within his bloodstream.

With each pulse of his heart it went further and further still but he pushed it as far away as he could.

“Sesshoumaru, my boy! What brings you here this morning?” Touga’s voice boomed, deep, rumbling like thunder.

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead offered a cool, “You need to sign this. Now. It was supposed to have been signed yesterday and because you took the day off and told no one I have been forced to bring it your home and have you sign it myself.”

Touga chuckled and pushed aside the sheer curtains just enough so that he could offer the folder and glimpse the ebony hair that cascaded over his father’s shoulder, mingling with silver strands. “I’m sure you understand – Kagome feeling was neglected since this whole deal with Kouga began.”

“I should not have to baby you, Father.” Sesshoumaru intoned with a glare as he heard the shuffling of papers.

A moment later, he heard her voice rise like a cloud of seduction, “I apologize, Sesshoumaru-kun. It was my fault and I assure you it won’t happen again.” Touga snorted as she poked her head from the sheer curtains and Sesshoumaru had to refrain from ravishing her before his father. Her gaze was apologetic and her lips were curled into a frown. Her obsidian hair was a slight tangled mess and her cheeks her fleshed delicately. From his position he was able to see her shadowed form but the only skin he was able to truly take in was the neck up and his reaction was irrational. Heat shot through him swift and angrily and he wanted her. Her lips shifted into a sudden bright smile, “Forgive me?”

Touga handed him the leather folder and Sesshoumaru offered a quick nod, “Ensure it does not happen again, Kagome-san. Good day, Father, Kagome.” He heard a grunt of acknowledgement from Touga as Kagome was quickly pulled back behind the curtains with a squeal and a light laugh.

Sesshoumaru turned on his heel and quickly left the room, Kagome’s breathy moan the last thing he heard along with her murmured voice, “Oh yes, Touga, right there.”

The door shut behind him and he retreated to the bathroom across from his old bedroom.

Slamming the door behind him, Sesshoumaru shut his eyes, willing away the images he knew were about to assault him. He hated how weak he was for her. His obsession was a nuisance. His need was sickening. Yet, he couldn’t stop the lust he felt for the girl and all because he saw what should have never been seen and maybe his infatuation would have ended after a few days or so but no – he just couldn’t help but watch.

“Yamada-san, have you seen Higurashi-san?” Sesshoumaru called from his office entry, looking around for young secretary, “I need her to run copies on several proposals.”

The chestnut haired bit her bottom lip and looked away suspiciously, “Um - ”

“Sango – If you know, you better answer. If she is slacking then it is vital that I know she will not be asset to this company.”

Sango turned toward him with furrowed brows, “Your father’s office. He requested her presence.”

Sesshoumaru arched a brow at that, “She is a new addition, what could he possibly want from her? Did he say?” The woman shook her head and Sesshoumaru nodded, heading toward the elevators and the floor right above his.

It was a short trip and he found himself walking toward his father’s office. He constantly drove away the secretaries informing his eldest how they were useless bimbos. He honestly didn’t want his father to drive off this one – something about her had his curiosity piqued. Yura, his father’s secretary caught sight of him and her eyes went wide as his he placed his hand on the door knob and opened.

“No, wait – “

It was too late, the damage had been done.

Touga’s lean muscled back was bare and toward the door. Sweat glistened off his pale flesh, too engrossed in his conquest to take note of the opened door. His trousers were discarded along the floor along with other articles of clothing. Milky pale thighs were wrapped around Touga’s slim waist as he thrust into whatever slut he had found. One arm was wrapped around his neck and the other was wrapped his waist, a dainty hand digging into his flesh. Her wispy moans reverberated in the office her ebony hair a shroud as his father braced himself against the desk. A moment passed and the females head popped over his shoulder and he caught sight of cerulean eyes filled with a dark mischief. They held lust and a wickedness that contradicted the innocent smile curling her lips. She brought the hand that clutched Touga’s shoulders and made a ‘shush’ motion with her finger to her lips.

She tossed her head back a moment later and Sesshoumaru quickly fled the office.

His obsession began then.

A month later his father announced his engagement to one Higurashi, Kagome.

Another month and they married and they remained married seven months later.

Sesshoumaru growled as he splashed water onto his face, willing away the memory.

Wiping his face of lingering droplets, he quickly departed from his father’s house.

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He worked late most nights, ensuring that the neglect his father issued the company did not create any fatal issues. It wasn’t something that bothered him unless he really thought about it. Thinking about it made him remember the reason for the neglect which just brought a series of uncomfortable thoughts. Sesshoumaru leaned back in his chair, sighing, as he rubbed his eyes. He grew wearier by the day every time he thought about the young woman but he just couldn’t help it.

A slight vibration from his phone and he looked to see that he had a text. Arching a brow and hoping it wasn’t Sango texting to tell him that she was in labor and wouldn’t be returning to the office for some time, he quickly tapped the screen. His brows furrowed as he looked at the name. Kagome.

-          I need you to drop by the house as soon as possible! Touga’s in Okinawa and something’s happened!

 He was up and grabbing his keys, leaving his desk the mess it was, fingers quickly tapping away.

-          I will be there momentarily. I am leaving the office now.

The streets were slick with rain but Sesshoumaru Matsuda made it to his old home in record time. He had his old keys for emergencies and quickly entered the house, the minor sprint from his car to the front door coating him in a light layer of rain. Pushing wet bangs from his face he caught one of the maids starring at his appearance in confusion and he quickly snarled, “Where is Kagome?”

“The mistress is in her room, Sesshoumaru-sama, why? Has som - ”

She wasn’t able to finish her sentence seeing as Sesshoumaru was no longer there and taking steps two at a time to the second floor of the mansion. He ran the length of the elegant halls until he reached the master bedroom. He pushed open the door as lightning lit the sky and filled the room. He looked around and caught sight of the woman that haunted his dreams and thoughts sitting at the edge of the bed in a powder blue silk robe. She looked up at his sudden entrance and leaned back on her hands, her legs crossed.

“What has happened? Are you alright?” he asked as he took several steps into the room, gaze running along her form checking for any sign of injury.

Her voice was breathy as she spoke, “I’m fine, Sesshoumaru.” The lack of honorific caused him to pause in his perusal. “I called you here because your father is gone. Finally. I swear the man can’t keep his paws to himself. I love him though.”

“And you are telling me this, why?”

Her gaze was dark, wicked, alluring, “I love him, Sesshoumaru – but I want you too.” He swallowed thickly as the robe began to fall of her shoulders, “I saw you that day. The first time Touga and I slept together.” She sighed as the silk fell to her waist, baring her chest to him. “You standing there has been imbedded in mind since then. I can’t stop wondering. What would you be like in bed compared to your father? Is there heat within that icy cold exterior?” Her fingers plucked at the pale, pink nipples, slowly hardening them and his hands twitched.

His gaze hardened though the lust was there, “I do not go after my father’s sluts.”

She laughed then as she allowed the robe to reveal her complete nude form. “That’s a damned lie, Sesshoumaru, and you know it. Infatuation? Does that ring a bell? It’s what you are with me – infatuated.” Her fingers moved lower, her fingers caressing her milky thighs and his mouth went dry. She moved toward the floor and began to crawl toward him on all fours, her body making every movement sensual and seductive. God he had wanted her for so long and she was offering herself to him. "And I return the sentiment."

She stopped in front of him, her head moving along his legs as though she were feline in every sense of the word. He directed his gaze upward, clenching his hands at his sides. Her hands were placed on his knees and she began to ascend – her hands moving until they ran along his thighs and winding around him until they cupped his ass. She pressed her cheek to his thigh and he looked down at her as she tilted her gaze upward, cerulean gaze darkening to the color of the depths of the ocean. Her breath was warm as she spoke, rolling along his groin, “Just once, Sesshoumaru, just this once.”

Her left hand went to his buckle and began to undo it. He made no sound of protest and she took it as encouragement. His pants were jerked down to his knees, his boxers soon following, releasing his hardened length. He wanted to deny the attraction and need. He wanted to push her away but her mouth engulfed his head and he gave in, unable to push her away. His hand dipped into her soft, obsidian locks as she began to work along his member. His voice was hoarse with want, yet sensual when spoke, “Just this once.”

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‘Gome Yuki:: This part one! There will be a part two eventually :3 Lemme know what you think, yessss? Should I continue? Yes or no? All men are slaves to their libido at one point.